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Am I the only one that cries over imaginary scenarios? Just me?

A little tip from me, don't listen to sad/heartbreaking songs while reading or imagining scenarios 😭

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : edward midford, soma, platonic!joanne harcourt

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : you surprise your boyfriend with a smothering of kisses/platonic! you surprise your brother with a visit/hug

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : slightly suggestive obv minus joanne’s, mentions of anxiety

𝐚/𝐧 : love the phantom five boys! this idea is from @dior-luxury ‘s series with the twst characters. i highly recommend that you check it out! please enjoy. :)

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃

Hot. That was the only word to describe the temperatures of June 4th, 1889. The sun rays beaming brightly down on your skin for the past few hours left you lightheaded, the abundance of layers that built up your attire only causing you more distress. But, you still needed to achieve your goal for the day; surprising your beloved.

You were lucky his prefect was so understanding of your request to visit him before his match against the Sapphire Owl house, him taking it as you delivering a good luck charm to the lad. A good luck charm? One supposes it could be. An ambush? Most definitely.

A creak in the floorboards of the locker rooms echoed as you crouched behind a set of wooden lockers, your eyes trained on Edward as he walked all on his lonesome to grab a sweat rag from his locker. His eyes were trained on the path in front of him, a determined gleam radiating off of them as his steps thunked across the room. His heart was dead set on winning, wishing to make his sister as well as you proud. So, he would make sure to play at his top performance.

As your beloved remained deep in thought, rummaging through his belongings with haste, you stepped out from your hiding spot behind the lockers.

Without even giving the boy time to think, your hand quickly gripped onto his wrist, dragging him into the nearest storage closet.

Edward’s eyes widened with alarm, immediately finding it difficult to adjust to the darkness in the room. His hands felt around for something to hold onto, perhaps the door handle so he could make a hasty escape from his perpetrator. However, he was met with a soft texture. This was no type of wood, or cricket paddle, it was a cloth of high quality material. Soon after, the scent of something, more accurately, someone familiar met his nose.

“[Name]? What are you doing—“

You did not give him time to finish his sentence before you cupped his cheeks, placing an eager kiss on his lips.

It was no simple kiss; it contained the passion, adoration, and longing star-crossed lovers shared when finally meeting. Many months had passed since you had last seen your Edward in person, and letters simply were not enough to regale your adoration to him. The emotion within your shared embrace was telling of your yearning, and he could not help but be consumed by it.

Arms wrapped around your waist in an attempt to ground himself, his wide, emerald eyes, blinking rapidly as he took in the sight of you. “Bloody—“, he sputtered, before being silenced by another kiss.

Numerous kisses were then placed on Edward’s body; one on his nose, two on his cheeks flushed with red, then one on his neck. You did not want to stop; you were practically radiating with the tenderness and warmth you had missed giving your beloved. His flustered protests went ignored by you as you pressed more and more gentle, passionate kisses along his pale skin. A growing feeling in his stomach kept growing, like butterflies that would flutter in a garden. It made him feel like he was going to melt into a pile of mush simply from your affection.

Finally, one last kiss was placed upon his lips where your assault had begun. You then raised your hands to cup his cheeks once again, brushing away the blonde pieces of hair that framed his face. Soon enough, his hands raised to steady the gentle hold you had on him and his face lowered, allowing you to lean your forehead against his.

“This is highly inappropriate,” he mumbled, eyes intent on looking into yours despite the uneven beating of his heart.

You smiled cheekily, playfully pinching his cheek. “You seem to be enjoying it though, my knight.”

Edward released his hands from your grip, confidentially placing his hand in your own to lead you out of the darkened closet. The lad still had a game to win, after all. “How in the world did you even get back here?” He questioned as he guided you.

“I told your prefect that you’re my fiancé. He was more than willing to let me in.”

His eyes widened with fear, already sensing the onslaught of questions from his housemates. “WHAT—?” He nervously shouted, though it sounded more like the screech of a banshee.

You slyly smirked behind your gloved hand. “By the by, he expects an explanation as to why you did not tell him about me during the celebration later this evening.”

“You are bloody lucky that I’ve missed you.”

───

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀

Soma’s time spent at Weston College had been one of the best experiences of his life in England— an entertaining game of cricket, enjoying a large slice of chicken meat pie, and being able to celebrate his good friend's victory with a party created unforgettable memories. Unforgettable is more of an umbrella term for his feelings, even the more painful aspects of his adventures were precious to him; such as his yearning for you whilst apart.

Yearning is agonizing, yet it makes the heart grow fonder. The amount of love and sweetness that dripped into the ink he used to write his letters to you was immense, nearly overflowing. He spoke of his new friends, his studies, and his secret, not so secret, mission for the Earl Phantomhive; but every letter without fail contained heartfelt words of a longing to embrace you again. Tears were brought to your eyes each time you received a letter, knowing deep down that he had more than likely placed a kiss on the seal before sending it off. It made you feel as if you were a young child again, dreaming of an extravagant future where an unexpected suitor swept you off your feet.

Prince Soma of Bengal simply had that effect on you.

So, when you finally caught sight of him at the celebration, you quickly grabbed his forearm and dragged him away from the festivities. It only took Soma a moment to realize who exactly had whisked him away. “[Name], just the person I wanted to see! How are you, my-” he laughed as you abruptly pressed him against a tree, stealing a kiss as you did so.

Your attack did not simply stop there, no, it continued for what felt like hours. Kisses were placed on his cheeks, then his forehead, and then suddenly his lips again; all gaining a deeper, gentle passion as you entangled your fingers in his dark plum locks. All the while, his hair was spilling out from its low-pony and his boater hat was nearly completely off his head. He was practically melting from your touch, consumed by the gratification he felt after receiving the affection he had been craving from you.

“Whoa, feeling bold are we?” He whispered against your lips, grinning happily as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Now he was only encouraging your behavior. You pressed several more kisses onto his skin, scattering light kisses across his neck and along his long fingers. Finally, you placed your last kiss on his nose, gently holding one of his hands to cup your cheek. “Hello, my love.” you whispered, pressing deeper into your beloved's hand.

Soma returned the favor, pressing a quick peck on your temple. “Hi, sweets.”

Before he was able to pull back, you pressed closer to him, flushing your body against his. “I missed you.”

He was going to go crazy.

“I missed you more! It was so boring here without you. You know what’s amazing, I already learned all the subjects they teach here back at home in Bengal. I mean, you would be amazed by how easy it—” he whined before abruptly being interrupted by another onslaught of kisses.

Small chuckles came from the boy, slowly turning into full blown laughter. “Again? You flatter me, love!”

“Soma, stop giggling!” you groaned, pulling away from him.

He only giggled in response, pulling your waist closer so you couldn’t back away. “I can’t help it! Your kisses are so gentle that they tickle.”

A frown formed on your face as a heated staring contest was shared between you and the prince, neither winning nor losing in this particular debate. After all, he found you cute whether you were upset with him or not. “Don’t be embarrassed, I love it!”

───

𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓

Excitement. There was no better word to describe how the shy boy from Scarlet Fox house was feeling. Today was going to be wonderful; a face off between friends, high stakes, and a thrilling game of cricket were waiting for him in just a few hours. The most exciting event of all, however, was none of these. It was finally being able to see you, his sibling, after so many months.

How he’d missed you, it was odd waking up in the morning without you and your older sisters at the breakfast table. Though, his mornings still contained just the right amount of lively chatter. But of course, it has not been the same without you.

Being a sibling is a privilege, and having good-hearted ones was an even bigger privilege. He had heard and read stories about siblings who would back-stab, manipulate, and abandon their siblings; but he never quite understood why. He had been lucky enough to have been born and allowed to grow up with good people around him, people who had already experienced the harshness of the world yet remained kind. That trait became something he admired; something he wished to be. And he can only believe what the people around him say, that he’s as kind as a summer breeze.

But some part of him wonders, is that really true?

Truthfully, he feels selfish even for asking that you make an appearance at his first cricket game. Selfish for asking you to carve out part of your day for him, and even more so for requesting you specifically. He can not help but feel as though he is asking for so much, yet he knows deep down he is asking for so little. He knows you will show up, but a seedling of doubt makes him believe you won’t. Such are the troubles that come from his anxiety.

Finally, it is his turn to throw the ball. His confidence is at its high, yet it wanes as he catches a glimpse of the crowd. Suddenly, his eyes are searching, scanning for any familiar faces, until finally they land on your family. You are quick to notice his stares in your direction, waving eagerly at him as you released a loud cheer for his team. You came, you really came!

A relieved smile spreads across his face, now fully focused on this game. He was going to make you proud. Until, a painful stabbing feeling was felt coming from his stomach.

Terrible. He feels terrible, and so dreadfully embarrassed. After being hauled off the field by one of the housemasters, Joanne was placed onto a bed in the infirmary. And even worse than that, his whole team had been disqualified due to the majority of them getting food poisoning. It was unfortunate, the chicken meat pie had been quite delicious.

A sigh left his lips as he rested on the white sheeted bed, a silence soon following as he was left with only himself and his thoughts. The scene of him falling to the ground in pain kept replaying in his mind, making his fingers twitch with discomfort. He then began counting three objects in the room, then three sounds he recognized, then three body parts that he could move; a method of calming down he had learned from you. But, it wasn’t enough to make the thoughts and images leave his mind.

That was the curse that was his anxiety.

Suddenly, two knocks on the door drew his attention. Then, shortly after, the door creaked open, revealing you on the other side holding a glass of water. Closing the door behind you, you entered the room and approached the bed your brother laid on.

His eyes widened, quickly adjusting his body into a sitting position. “[Name]?”

You smiled fondly, taking a seat in the wooden chair next to him. “Of course it is.”

You carefully handed the glass of water to your brother, making sure he would not drop it. Soon, he began taking small sips of water, which quelled his thirst. “How are you feeling, Jo?” you questioned, leaning back in your chair.

For a moment, you thought you caught a flash of a frown on his face. His hands fidgeted with his cup before he placed it on the side table next to him. “A little better, though my first cricket game did not go exactly as I had hoped.” he chuckled, attempting to hide the truth of his feelings.

However, it didn’t go unnoticed by you. You took a gentle grip of his hands, drawing his attention to something other than the memories of the last few hours. “It’s alright, dear. A little food poisoning might hurt you now, but I’m sure later you’ll laugh at the circumstance soon in the future.” you smiled.

It was such a simple yet true statement; that made it fact. The fact was he was going to enjoy a laugh about the incident with his new friends. The fact was he was going to forget the situation and remember it as a fond memory. The fact was he was going to be okay.

Joanne let it sit for a moment, took a deep breath in, and let it out. He let his body relax and focused on the good events that happened today. “I suppose you aren’t wrong. I still had a lot of fun playing against Phantomhive.” he muttered, a smile creeping up on his face.

“Is that the friend you wrote about in your letters?” Keeping his mind off the matter was a good thing, it kept him occupied. To your question, he gave you a single nod.

Your eyes widened for a moment, then you gave him a pat on the head. “I’m glad you’re making friends again.”

Joanne was a shy boy, not one to branch out or make himself known to the people around him. Him simply making the reach to make new friends was refreshing and exciting for him, it almost made you jealous.

Soon your arms wrapped around your brother, bringing him into a warm embrace. Feelings of longing and pride filled you, happy to be reunited with your dear brother once again. It nearly brought you to tears. “I’m so proud of you, Jo. You’ve grown so much, I almost fear I’m falling behind.” you whispered, adding a light chuckle towards the end of your words.

Joanne returned your hug, squeezing you tightly. He nuzzled into your shoulder, murmuring against your shoulder. “Don’t say that, [Name]. I think we’ve both changed in the months we’ve been apart, but I think our respect for each other hasn’t faltered a bit.”

Removing one of your hands from your embrace, you gently patted his hair. “You’re too sweet for your own good, truly.” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

Though it was not said with words, both of your actions wrote words of thanks.

Thank you for being here for me.

Thank you for worrying about me.

And thank you for being kind to me.

After a few more moments of silence, you removed yourself from the hug. A light grip was then placed on your brother's shoulders, bringing his attention to you once again. “Would you like to come sit with me on the lawn to watch the last match tomorrow? Your friends can join us.” you insisted.

Joanne’s eyes widened with shock at your suggestion. “Is that truly alright?”

Another smile spread across your face upon seeing his change of heart. “As long as your school’s rules don’t hold a tradition stating you’re not allowed to sit with your family.”

Joanne returned your smile with his own grin. “Lawn it is, then!” he happily exclaimed.

@𝐩𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞 — ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.

Sirius and James when they wanted to take Dumbledore to the winter ball-

Sirius *holding a cauliflower in his hand*: Dear Dumblydore, Today, I am here to make a confession. So, when I first saw you, I felt like the gates of heaven have opened for me. Your beautiful eyes, your wrinkly skin, your white beard, everything is so Perfect. With all my love, I would like to ask you if you will accept my flower and go to the ball with me? *Gets down on one knee dramatically*

James *has his hand on his chest and a look of betrayal on his face*: HOW COULD YOU SIRIUS? YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL! HOW DARE YOU ASK THE LOVE OF MY LIFE TO THE BALL? I THOUGHT WE WERE BEST FRIENDS!

Sirius *turns to face James*: I was the first one to fall for Dumblydore. So get lost! He is MINE.

James & Sirius: *start fighting*

Dumbledore: *Is laughing hard*

James: Wait, let us ask Dumbly-Pie who he wants to go with. I bet it's me.

Sirius: Ha! Let's see.

James & Sirius *turn to face Dumbledore*: My dear Dumblydore/Dumbly-Pie, who would you like to go with to the ball?

Dumbledore: *finally catching his breath* I am sorry but I can't go with you both. Remus asked me first and so I am going with him.

Hi koli i saw your request were open and was wondering if you could do a Tokyo revengers x reader (final timeline) where they have a baby and they say their first word with preferably: chifyuy, kazutora, baji, mikey, izana, rindou, shinichiro and any others you would like to include

۶ৎ. Babies First.

Tokyo Revenger Boys.

۶ৎ auth: ahhhh omg my first request in like so long, I’m actually so excited to work on this!!! Feel free to request any anime, show or movie, and any character!! :) I might make a taglist.

۶ৎ Summary: After so much back and forth to fix the feature, you’ve finally settled down—and finally had a baby. The joys of parenthood only continue and your baby says their first words.

۶ৎ: sfw | scenario | fem reader | babies/parenthood | fluff | time skipped | implied poc reader, though you could ignore the information that doesn't fit you.

۶ৎ Characters Included: Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Manjiro (Mikey) Sano, Izana Kurokawa, Rindou Haitani, Shinichiro Sano, Kokonoi Hajime, Ken Ryuguji.

۶ৎChifuyu Matsuno

It’s an ordinary evening, and Chifuyu sits with the baby on his lap, his calm, logical demeanor softened by the tiny bundle in his arms. His black undercut, neatly styled, contrasts with the gentle warmth that radiates from him as he softly coos at the little one, a sense of peace enveloping the moment. The baby’s big, curious eyes stare up at him, the faintest glimmer of recognition in their gaze.

You’re nearby, watching quietly from the kitchen, as usual, keeping a close eye on the small family gathering. The baby shifts slightly in Chifuyu’s arms, their little hands reaching out, exploring, unsure of the world but finding comfort in the familiar presence of their father.

Chifuyu looks at the baby, a tender smile creeping across his face. He’s normally so composed, always the steady one, but this… this softens him, makes him feel an unfamiliar kind of warmth. “Come on,” he murmurs softly, “say something for me.”

The baby babbles incoherently for a moment, small giggles escaping their lips as they grab hold of his finger, wrapping their tiny hand around it like it’s the most important thing in the world. Chifuyu chuckles, shaking his head softly. “You’re as stubborn as your mom,” he says under his breath, smiling at the thought of you.

Then, suddenly, the baby’s little voice breaks the silence. It’s not a full word, but there’s a clear attempt to speak. “Da-da!” the baby declares proudly, their voice high-pitched but full of delight. Chifuyu freezes for a moment, his face lighting up with surprise, a hint of pride showing in his usually calm features.

You, hearing the unexpected word, laugh softly from your spot, watching the exchange. Chifuyu’s usual composed self cracks for a brief moment as he stares down at the baby in awe. “Did… did you just say ‘Dada’?” he asks, though it’s clear he’s delighted.

The baby repeats it again, this time with even more enthusiasm, “Da-da!” Chifuyu shakes his head, a small laugh escaping his lips. “Guess I’ll take that as a victory.”

You walk over quietly, your heart swelling at the sight of Chifuyu, who’s always so composed, now with the smallest of smiles, cradling their child with complete adoration. The baby, seeing you, reaches out with their tiny arms, making a soft noise of recognition.

“Looks like you’ve got competition,” you tease, leaning against the doorframe, your voice light and playful.

Chifuyu’s face turns slightly red, his calm demeanor returning, though the smile still lingers. “It’s just a fluke,” he mutters, though it’s clear he’s overjoyed. The baby giggles again, the sound filling the room, and Chifuyu leans in, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead. “I can’t believe you said ‘Dada’ first,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of affection.

The baby, oblivious to the momentous occasion, just giggles again, content in the safety of their father’s arms. It’s a simple, tender moment, but to Chifuyu, it’s everything.

۶ৎKazutora Hanemiya

The air is still, heavy with the calm that comes with the evening as Kazutora sits on the couch, a small, fragile smile on his face as he looks down at the baby resting in his arms. His long, black hair, streaked with yellow, falls lazily over his shoulders, the strands a contrast to the tenderness with which he holds the child. There’s an unfamiliar peace in his expression, a quiet moment of solace after all the chaos that’s filled his life. His usually volatile demeanor seems distant as he looks at the little one, their soft breaths the only sound between them.

You’re just a few steps away, your presence like a gentle echo in the background, keeping watch as Kazutora carefully adjusts the baby in his arms, the kind of delicate handling that surprises even him. He’s never been one for softness, always pushing against the world with a hardness that left little room for gentleness—until now. He looks down, eyes tracing the baby’s tiny hands, the little fingers wrapped around his own with surprising strength.

The baby stirs, their wide eyes blinking up at him, and Kazutora’s breath catches slightly in his chest. For a moment, it’s as if everything else—the turmoil, the chaos, the memories—fades into the background, leaving only this quiet exchange between father and child.

Kazutora’s voice is soft, almost hesitant as he speaks to the baby, a far cry from the manic energy he once carried. “Hey, little one… can you say something for me?” he murmurs, his voice filled with a quiet kind of longing, though it’s not for the world outside—it’s for this fragile connection he never thought he would have.

The baby, in their own way, tries to respond, making gurgling noises that grow into more distinct sounds. Kazutora watches in silent anticipation, a rare, genuine smile creeping onto his face as the baby’s mouth moves again. It’s almost as if they’ve been waiting for the right moment to speak.

Then, with a bright, innocent giggle, the baby suddenly blurts out a word, though it’s not what Kazutora expected. “Dada!” they say, the sound coming out in a clear, high-pitched tone.

Kazutora freezes, his eyes wide in disbelief for a second. His heart lurches unexpectedly in his chest, and he looks down at the baby as though they’ve just given him the most precious gift. His expression softens, a deep and almost bittersweet tenderness settling in his gaze. “Dada…” he repeats under his breath, as though trying to wrap his mind around it. There’s a tremor in his voice, something raw and vulnerable that he doesn’t often let surface.

You can’t help but smile as you watch the moment unfold, the baby’s innocent giggle filling the room, unaware of the weight they’ve just placed on Kazutora’s heart. Kazutora’s fingers twitch slightly as he holds them closer, his past, his pain, his regret all swirling beneath the surface of this simple, unexpected moment.

The baby, sensing the comfort of Kazutora’s embrace, reaches up with their tiny hands, trying to grab at his face. Kazutora laughs softly, the sound foreign yet warm as he leans into the baby’s touch. “You’re gonna make me soft, huh?” he mutters, though there’s no bitterness in his words—only a quiet affection.

You step forward then, offering him a soft, knowing glance. Kazutora looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, everything between the two of you seems to settle. There’s a flicker of something deeper in his gaze, something that says more than words ever could.

Kazutora’s voice breaks the silence, still low and almost tender. “I never thought I’d be here, y’know? This… this feels different.”

You smile gently, watching him with the baby in his arms, a sense of peace settling over you both. The moment is fleeting, but it’s a reminder—Kazutora, despite his past, is finding something he never thought he deserved.

۶ৎBaji Keisuke

The night is quiet, the soft hum of the streetlights casting a dim glow in the room where Baji sits, his wild, untamed jet-black hair falling to his shoulders in loose waves. His usual grin is absent for the moment, replaced by a look of calm as he watches the baby in his arms, who is squirming lightly, their little hands reaching up as if trying to make sense of the world around them. There’s an intensity in Baji’s eyes, but it’s not the usual fire of a fight—it’s something softer, something that only surfaces when he’s with his family.

You stand by the doorway, leaning against the frame, quietly watching the scene unfold. Baji, who is always full of energy, the type to jump into action at any given moment, seems almost frozen in this moment, the wild spark in his eyes replaced by a rare tenderness as he holds the baby close to his chest.

The baby gurgles softly, their small face scrunching in curiosity as they look up at him. Baji’s lips twitch into a small smile, but it’s different than his usual mischievous grin—it’s something warmer, more protective. “What’s going on in that head of yours, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, though a hint of his usual playful nature is still there.

The baby babbles in response, their little voice almost a melody as they stare at Baji with wide, innocent eyes. And then, as if on a whim, the baby utters a word. It’s clear and unambiguous, the word they’ve been practicing, but it’s not what Baji expected.

“Dada!” The word rings out, not perfectly clear, but undeniably present.

Baji’s eyes widen, and for a moment, his usual grin falters, replaced by something almost vulnerable. He looks down at the baby, his hand resting gently against their tiny back, and the slightest breath escapes him. His fingers twitch as if unsure how to react to the sudden surge of emotion he didn’t anticipate. His heart pounds, a rush of warmth flooding through him, and despite all his bravado, there’s a crack in the tough exterior.

You smile, stepping a little closer to them, your heart swelling at the sight. “Looks like you’ve got a little fan there,” you tease softly.

Baji’s grin slowly returns, though it’s softer now, not the usual wild energy that so often defines him, but something more intimate. He leans down, his sharp canine teeth flashing briefly as he chuckles under his breath, the sound light and full of affection. “Yeah, I guess so.” He says it with his usual swagger, but it’s evident that something about the moment has shifted. This isn’t a victory he expected, but it’s a victory that matters more than any battle.

The baby reaches up toward his face, their tiny fingers brushing against his cheek, and Baji’s heart skips a beat. He looks at you for a moment, a wordless exchange between the two of you, before he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead. “Good job,” he mutters, his voice soft but steady.

You can’t help but watch the moment unfold with a quiet admiration. Baji, the wild, adrenaline-fueled force of nature, has just experienced something that slows him down, something that pulls him out of the chaos of the world and into a simple, pure connection. The baby giggles, their tiny hands grasping for his hair, and Baji laughs too, the sound genuine and full of joy.

For a brief moment, the world outside seems distant, and all that matters is the little family in that room—the wild heart of Baji, softened and made whole in the presence of his child.

۶ৎManjiro (Mikey) Sano

Mikey sits in the quiet of the living room, the soft hum of the clock the only sound besides the gentle breath of the baby in his arms. His short, dark hair is parted neatly at the middle, the weight of the world outside this moment temporarily forgotten. The familiar carefree energy that Mikey is known for seems absent now, replaced by a tenderness he rarely shows. He’s holding the little one close, his hands steady and secure around them, the once-unshakable pillar of Toman now softened by something unexpected.

The baby stirs in his arms, their small face scrunching in confusion as they try to adjust to the world around them. Mikey watches them with a faint smile, though there’s something more complex behind his eyes. The carefree grin that usually defines him is replaced by a quiet focus, a vulnerability that he seldom allows others to see. His heart is heavy with thoughts of the past, of everything he’s lost, but in this moment, the baby offers him something pure, something he hasn’t had in a long time—peace.

The baby’s tiny hand reaches up, grasping for the fabric of his suit, their tiny fingers curling in and out as if trying to touch something they don’t fully understand yet. Mikey’s breath catches in his chest, his gaze softening. He can feel the warmth of their small body, the innocent trust they place in him without question, and for a moment, it feels like the weight of his own burdens lifts just slightly.

“Mama?” The baby says, the word coming out softly but unmistakably.

Mikey freezes. The sound is far from perfect, the baby’s voice still nasally and unsure, but it’s clear enough, and Mikey’s heart skips a beat. He blinks down at the child, his expression flickering between surprise and a strange tenderness, something unfamiliar and soft that he never expected to experience. His hand twitches, fingers tightening around the baby instinctively as if protecting them from the world outside.

You, standing nearby, catch his gaze, the understanding between the two of you unspoken. Mikey clears his throat, the faintest hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he glances at you, trying to regain some of his usual bravado. “Guess that’s not the word I was hoping for,” he says, his tone playful, though there’s a depth to it, a warmth he’s not used to showing.

The baby reaches up again, this time grasping Mikey’s finger, their touch delicate yet insistent. Mikey smiles softly, the usual coldness in his eyes replaced with something warmer, something that speaks to the weight of the love he’s learning to give. “It’s okay, little one,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Maybe next time, huh?”

He presses a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead, his lips lingering just a little longer than necessary. The moment feels suspended in time, as if the world around him has faded and all that matters is this—the small, fragile life in his arms and the quiet peace they’ve brought him, in spite of everything he’s carried.

You step closer, watching the scene with a soft smile of your own. Mikey looks up at you then, his expression still soft, but now there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. He may have once carried a darkness that threatened to consume him, but here, now, with his child in his arms, that darkness feels far away, as if for a brief moment, he can just be… Mikey. The Mikey who is a child at heart, who’s capable of tenderness and love even amidst the weight of his past.

With a soft chuckle, Mikey leans back slightly, his hand still holding the baby close as he looks at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “You heard that, right?” he asks, his voice teasing but there’s something vulnerable in it too. “They said ‘mama.’ Guess I’m off the hook for now.”

You laugh, the sound light and full of warmth. Mikey’s grin widens just a little, and though it’s not the wild grin of a fighter or leader, it’s something just as genuine—something that feels like a promise, a reassurance that even with all the darkness he’s faced, he’s finding light again. And maybe, just maybe, this little one is part of that light.

۶ৎIzana Kurokawa

Izana sits in the dimly lit room, the soft hum of a guitar string resonating in the air. His large purple eyes, usually cold and calculating, are softened by the warmth of the baby in his arms. His wavy hair falls gently around his face, the strands catching the light as he adjusts the baby’s tiny body against his chest, the faint scent of plants and the soft ripple of water from the fish tank nearby offering a peaceful backdrop to an otherwise chaotic life. He had never imagined this—holding a child, one so small, so fragile in his arms. His usual detachment feels muted, replaced by a strange sense of responsibility, a sensation he’s never quite allowed himself to experience before.

The baby stirs in his arms, eyes blinking open and gaze unfocused, their small hands reaching out in curiosity. Izana’s usual composure doesn’t waver, but the faintest trace of tenderness lingers in his gaze as he watches the child, something unfamiliar surfacing beneath the layers of bitterness and coldness he’s built over the years.

The baby makes a small noise, a soft whine, their lips twitching as they try to vocalize something. Izana tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowing, waiting. His fingers gently caress the baby’s back, an instinctive gesture of care that surprises even him. In the silence of the room, a soft and tentative word escapes the baby’s lips. It’s not quite clear, but the intention is unmistakable.

“Dada.”

Izana freezes. His grip on the guitar tightens for a brief moment, his eyes blinking as he processes the sound, the word hanging in the air like a sudden, unexpected shift in his world. It’s simple—just one word—but for someone like Izana, who has spent most of his life surrounded by cold, violence, and manipulation, hearing such a soft and innocent utterance stirs something deep within him.

A flash of his past flashes through his mind—the loneliness, the bitterness that once consumed him. He had never felt a connection to anyone, certainly not like this. He had always been the one to push people away, to make himself unapproachable, but here, in this moment, the baby’s small hand wraps around his finger, their soft grip a reminder of something pure, something he had lost long ago—the ability to care without expecting anything in return.

He exhales slowly, his face betraying nothing but the faintest softness that only the baby could elicit from him. His hand gently lifts the child, their eyes still wide with curiosity, before he leans in close, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead.

“Dada, huh?” Izana murmurs, his voice quiet but not without a hint of amusement, the corners of his lips turning upward in a small, unexpected smile. It’s a rare sight, one that doesn’t appear often, but in the quiet presence of the baby, it feels more natural than anything he’s ever known. “Guess I’m not as bad as I thought,” he adds softly, almost to himself.

You, standing nearby, watch the scene unfold with a knowing smile. Izana doesn’t often allow anyone to witness such moments, but here, now, with the child in his arms, the pieces of his past—the anger, the bitterness—seem to fade into the background, if only for a moment. Izana looks up at you then, his eyes softer than usual, as if silently asking for your approval, for reassurance that he’s doing this right. That he’s not as lost as he often feels.

He doesn’t say anything more, but the warmth in his eyes speaks volumes. The man who once sought power, control, and dominance has now found something far more valuable—a sense of purpose, a bond he never thought he would have. As he looks down at the baby, his grip tightening slightly around them.

۶ৎRindou Haitani

Rindou sat on the floor of the living room, legs stretched out, his back against the couch, the afternoon sun casting long shadows through the windows. His pinkish-purple mullet, with its dark blue roots and tips, was damp from a shower, strands falling messily around his face. He had a lazy, almost indifferent expression as he stared at his phone, absently scrolling, but his free hand rested on the baby seated between his legs, offering a steady support as they clumsily played with a soft, squeaky toy.

The baby babbled, gnawing on the corner of the plush thing, drool soaking it thoroughly. Rindou, ever stoic, just watched, raising an eyebrow whenever the squeak got too loud. His black stud earrings caught the light, a stark contrast to the rough Bonten insignia tattoo inked boldly across his neck.

“You’re gonna drown in your own spit,” Rindou muttered, lifting the baby gently by their underarms, pulling them up into a wobbly stand on his thighs. The child stared back at him, wide-eyed, chubby cheeks flushed. Their little fists grabbed at his shirt, seeking balance, and for a moment, there was a quiet exchange—a softness that rarely found its way into Rindou’s life.

The baby blinked, their gaze fixed on Rindou’s face with intense concentration, like they were processing something far too big for their small brain. And then, out of nowhere, they let out a small, clear sound.

“Dada.”

Rindou froze.

The word was soft, tentative, but unmistakable. His blue-gray eyes snapped to the baby’s face, as though he wasn’t sure if he’d actually heard it. His normally stoic expression cracked, a rare flicker of surprise flashing across his sharp features.

“What…?”

The baby blinked again, almost as if testing the sound, and with a little more confidence, repeated it.

“Dada.”

This time, it wasn’t a fluke.

For a solid five seconds, Rindou just stared. The usual snarky, blasé attitude was nowhere to be found—his mouth slightly open, the baby still gripping his shirt tightly, unaware they’d just done something monumental.

A scoff broke the silence, but it was soft, almost disbelieving. “… No way.”

He tried to play it cool—but there was no hiding the way his lips twitched, threatening to pull into a smile.

“You’ve got shitty taste in first words,” he murmured, lifting the baby higher until their noses nearly touched. The baby, delighted with their new word, kicked their legs happily and repeated, “Dada,” with even more enthusiasm, like they knew they’d hit gold.

Rindou exhaled sharply through his nose, something warm and unfamiliar blooming in his chest. He glanced toward the hallway, as if making sure no one else was around to witness this moment of weakness.

“Yeah, yeah,” he whispered, giving in as he brushed his nose against the baby’s cheek, the smallest, almost imperceptible grin forming on his lips. “I hear you. I’m your ‘Dada,’ huh?”

The baby squealed, a high-pitched giggle, and Rindou couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that escaped him. He was used to fights, to blood and bruises, to commanding fear—but this? This was different. And for once, he didn’t mind losing. Not to them. Not to this.

۶ৎShinichiro Sano

It was a quiet afternoon at the Sano bike shop, the scent of oil and metal lingering in the warm air. The faint sound of a wrench clinking against the concrete floor echoed through the open garage, where Shinichiro Sano sat cross-legged, lazily working on a motorcycle engine. His unkempt black hair stuck out in random directions, and a cigarette hung loosely from his lips, the thin tendrils of smoke curling upward.

He wasn’t in any rush—never was, really. Dressed in his usual pearl-white shirt and light-washed jeans, a jacket lazily tied around his waist, he looked as effortlessly relaxed as ever. A silver chain peeked out from beneath his collar, catching the sunlight every now and then.

Nearby, his daughter sat on a thick blanket, surrounded by a mess of soft toys and teething rings. She was barely old enough to crawl properly, but that didn’t stop her from making every effort to squirm toward her father, her tiny hands grabbing at the air.

Shinichiro glanced over at her, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his thin lips. “You getting bored over there, sweetheart?” His voice was raspy, warm, and effortlessly gentle as he set the wrench down and wiped his hands on a nearby rag.

She responded with a string of baby babble, half-formed sounds that made no sense but filled the space with life. He watched her, enchanted by the simplest things—how her little fingers curled and uncurled, how her eyes, a perfect mirror of his own dull black ones, lit up every time he spoke.

“Hold on, hold on. I’m comin’.” Shinichiro stubbed out his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, rising to his feet with a lazy stretch. He scooped her up effortlessly, holding her against his chest, her small hand immediately tangling itself in the fabric of his shirt.

“You smell like motor oil,” he murmured with a chuckle, kissing the top of her head despite the mess on his hands. “Not exactly the ideal dad scent, huh?”

As he swayed gently, rocking her out of instinct more than anything, the baby stared up at him, wide-eyed and thoughtful, her chubby cheeks flushed pink from the warmth of the afternoon. She blinked slowly, as though studying him, her tiny mouth opening and closing like she wanted to say something.

And then, soft as a whisper, it happened.

“…Da…da…”

Shinichiro froze.

The word was faint, breathy—so delicate he almost thought he’d imagined it. His heart skipped a beat, a strange, unfamiliar warmth surging through his chest.

“…What?” His voice came out quiet, almost disbelieving, as he pulled her back slightly to look at her properly. “What’d you just say?”

The baby blinked again, her expression pure and innocent, and as if sensing his awe, she tried again, this time stronger, more confident.

“Dada.”

Shinichiro felt something inside him break wide open.

He laughed—not his usual lazy, carefree laugh, but something softer, shakier. “You serious right now?”

Her tiny hand reached up, grabbing at the silver chain around his neck, and for once, Shinichiro felt completely helpless—in the best way possible.

“You’re not supposed to say that yet…” he whispered, though the grin on his face betrayed him completely. His thumb brushed gently over her round cheek, his eyes shining with a tenderness so deep it made his chest ache.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m your ‘Dada,’” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, closing his eyes as he breathed her in. “Lucky me.”

The bike shop, the tools, the cigarette smoke—none of it mattered in that moment. All he knew was the weight of his daughter in his arms, her tiny voice calling out to him, grounding him in a way nothing else ever had.

And for the first time in a long while, Shinichiro felt like he truly had everything he could ever want.

۶ৎKokonoi Hajime

The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kokonoi’s penthouse, casting long shadows over the sleek, minimalist living room. The distant hum of traffic blended with the soft jazz playing from the speaker, creating a calm, almost surreal atmosphere.

Koko sat cross-legged on the floor, dressed down in black sweatpants and a plain white shirt, his silver-white hair loose around his shoulders. He had a glass of whiskey beside him — untouched — as he watched their daughter with that same quiet intensity he reserved for high-stakes meetings… except this was different.

She was sitting in the middle of a plush play mat, surrounded by a chaotic scatter of toys, a stuffed bunny half-chewed, and a colorful book she had zero interest in. Her soft hair fell over her round cheeks, and she looked up at him with wide, thoughtful eyes — eyes that mirrored her mother’s so distinctly that Koko sometimes forgot how to breathe when she stared at him like that.

“Pretty, aren’t you?” he murmured, a faint smile touching the corner of his lips as he leaned back on his hands. “Got that from your mom… lucky kid.”

She babbled in response, smacking the bunny against the floor with impressive determination, her little brows furrowed as though she were solving some great mystery.

Koko’s gaze softened, a rare warmth breaking through his usual cool composure.

“You’re really giving that thing a hard time,” he remarked, watching her with a mix of amusement and fascination. “What did it ever do to you?”

She paused, blinking up at him, lips slightly parted, as though she was about to say something… but instead, she dropped the toy with a dramatic flair and crawled toward him, tiny hands smacking against the polished hardwood floor.

He sat up straighter, heart giving an odd little skip — not that he’d ever admit that.

“You comin’ over here?” he asked quietly, more to himself than her.

She reached him, pulling herself up with clumsy determination, her chubby fingers grabbing a fistful of his shirt as she balanced on unsteady legs. Koko’s hands hovered near her waist, ready to catch her if she wobbled too much.

And then, she looked up at him… and with a small, clear voice, said:

“Da…da.”

Koko blinked.

For a moment, he thought he’d imagined it. The word was soft, delicate, but unmistakable. His throat tightened, the glass of whiskey forgotten entirely.

“What… what did you say?” he asked, his voice lower now, almost a whisper.

She stared up at him with the same serious expression, as though this wasn’t a monumental moment — just another part of her day.

“Dada.”

The second time, it hit him harder.

A sharp inhale, and then — to his surprise — a soft laugh escaped him, the sound rough and disbelieving.

“You—” He ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to ground himself. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

She, of course, said nothing. Just continued to stare at him, her tiny hands gripping his shirt like she had no intention of letting go.

“First word, huh?” Koko said, his voice softer now, almost fragile. “And it’s me…”

Something in his chest ached — something he hadn’t felt in years. He thought of how, for so long, he’d believed everything important in his life slipped through his fingers, no matter how tightly he held on. But here she was… holding onto him.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he whispered, brushing a gentle hand over her soft hair.

She leaned forward, her head resting against his chest in a way that made his heart squeeze painfully.

“I should tell your mom,” he murmured, though he made no move to get up. “She’s gonna want to hear this…”

But he didn’t. He just stayed there, holding her, listening to the quiet rhythm of her breathing, as though he was afraid to break the spell.

“Dada,” she mumbled again, sleepily this time, as if testing the word.

Koko closed his eyes for a long moment, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head, the faintest smile on his lips.

“Yeah…” he whispered. “I’m your Dada.”

And for once, there was nothing else he needed.

۶ৎKen Ryuguji

The rain tapped lightly against the windows, casting soft shadows across the small but cozy apartment. The scent of warm tea and baby powder lingered in the air, a comforting mix that made the place feel lived-in — loved.

Draken sat on the floor, back against the couch, his long legs stretched out, and their daughter nestled comfortably between them. His strong, calloused hands were gentle as he helped her balance, her tiny fingers grabbing at the hem of his patterned jacket with the determination of someone on a mission.

“Steady now, princess,” he murmured, his deep voice softer than usual, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched her.

She had her mother’s eyes — there was no denying it. That same soft, soulful gaze that could stop Draken in his tracks, no matter how tough he tried to act. The resemblance was almost eerie, especially when she stared up at him with that thoughtful, almost knowing expression, as if she could see right through him.

“You’re gonna be a heartbreaker, you know that?” he teased, running a hand over his buzzed undercut, the dragon tattoo on his temple stark against his skin. “Just like your mom…”

His daughter, of course, was unimpressed. She was too busy trying to pull herself up, grabbing at his jacket with clumsy determination, her chubby legs wobbling as she straightened herself.

Draken arched a brow, watching her with a mix of amusement and quiet pride. “Look at you… tough little thing,” he muttered. “Didn’t get that from her.”

She babbled something incoherent, rocking back and forth on her feet, her lips forming shapes that almost sounded like words.

“Yeah?” Draken chuckled, leaning in closer, his braid falling over his shoulder. “What are you tryin’ to tell me, huh?”

She paused then, swaying slightly before gripping his jacket tighter. For a split second, Draken thought she was about to fall — his hands twitched, ready to catch her — but she steadied herself, blinking up at him with wide, serious eyes.

And then…

“Da…da.”

Draken froze.

The word was soft, barely more than a whisper, but it hit him like a punch to the gut.

“What…?”

She said it again, clearer this time, her small voice filling the room in a way that made the air feel heavier.

“Dada.”

Draken stared at her, his heart pounding in a way he hadn’t felt since his gang days. His throat tightened, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure what to say — wasn’t sure if he could say anything at all.

“You…” He swallowed hard, his voice rougher now, a little hoarse. “You just—”

Before he could finish, she took an unsteady step forward and fell right into his chest, her tiny arms wrapping around him as best as they could.

“Dada,” she mumbled again, her voice muffled against his shirt.

And that… that broke him.

Draken closed his eyes, his large hand cradling the back of her head as he held her close, his thumb brushing over her soft hair. The warmth of her small body against his made his chest ache in a way he wasn’t prepared for — a deep, protective kind of love that scared him more than any fight ever had.

“Yeah…” he whispered after a long moment, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, his voice softer than it had ever been. “I’m your dad…”

He stayed like that for a while, holding her, feeling her small breaths against him. He didn’t call for her mom — not yet.

This moment was his. Just for now.

Can i request treasure when their s/o surprises them by coming home early from a trip

Hi, thank you for requesting and I apologise for not being able to do this sooner, I was on school camp!

Treasure Reaction To Their S/O Surprising Them By Coming Home Early From A Trip

Hyunsuk

He would have come home early in the morning from a very exhausting dance practice. He was covered in sweat completely drained, as he walked through the hallway he saw a familiar suitcase in the hallway, he would drop everything in his hands and race up the stairs, only to see you sleeping like a baby. All he had on his face was a beaming smile, he quickly took a shower and got into bed with you, coddling you.

Junkyu

He came home in the afternoon, from a quick photoshoot, that he woke up pretty early in the morning for. He would sigh as he removed his coat while walking up the stairs, all he could think about his fatigued mind and body, and how he would relieve it by sleeping it away, as he opened the bedroom, he saw you putting your clothes into your shared closet, all that fatigue vanished when he saw you. He would rush to you and hug you tightly as possible.

Jaehyuk

He woke up early for a dance practice, and while he was exiting the apartment he shared with you, the second he saw you was when he opened the front door. He would be taken aback at first, thinking that he was hallucinating since he missed you so much. Also, since you hadn’t informed him of coming home earlier than expected, the second that he realises that he isn’t hallucinating, he would start tearing up, and give you a hug, he would hold you in a hug for a while, breathing your scent in.

Yedam

He would be in his built-in studio at home (which also happens to be completely sound proof) you would have entered your shared apartment while he was in the studio working on a few songs, so he wouldn’t have heard you enetering at all. The second you had put all your clothes back into place, you would go into the studio, quietly creeping behind Yedam, then quickly covering his eyes. Now, Yedam would jump from fright since he was so engrossed in the making of his music, thinking that it might be one of the members, but the second he places his hands upon yours, he knows its you straight away. “Baby… I missed you.” He would say while wrapping his arms around you.

Haruto

Would probably be lazing around the house, bored out of his mind without you. But when he hears a knock on the door, he’s confused. He knew it couldn’t be you, since you were meant to come back home from the trip in about two weeks, so he just assumed that it was something that he had ordered online. As he opened the door, expecting it to be the mailman, he would frown seeing you, ‘Am I dreaming?’ Would he the first thought to run through his mind, Haruto would squish your face in different directions, messing up your hair, to see if it was too good to be true. You slapped his hand away made him realise that he wasn’t dreaming, “Why are you back?” He obviously said this with good intentions, poor boy would be confused as to why you came earlier than you told him you would, “It was meant to be a surprise” is all you can say, he would stare at you blankly for awhile before breaking out into a cheesy grin.

Jeongwoo

Like Haruto, would also be lazing around. Singing random songs while surfing the internet. When he hears the door knocking, he would straight away get up and answer it, he was aware of the fact that you had told him you would be coming home two weeks later, but that didn’t stop him from hoping that it was you at the door, you who had come home earlier. But when he opens that door and the smell of your perfume hits him, he throws his arms around you, “Y/N! Welcome home!” Would drag you and your luggage inside and let you rest while he made you some ramen.

Junghwan

He would be halfway through the hallway, frozen. He was staring at you confused, since it was completely unexpected. But that confusion would wash away quick, he would hug you and then show you all the dance moves he had learnt while you were away, while you show him all the gifts you bought for him.

Treasure 13 Reaction To Having A Tall Girlfriend (2/2)

I wasn’t able to post both of them because my internet is way too weak so here it is! @kim-junkyuwu

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Jaehyuk:

Someone tell me why tf there aren’t any gifs of him

Jaehyuk and you would probably model together (idk how tall he is so I’m not sure sorry) if he’s short than it doesn’t matter cause he got the face, if he’s tall then it doesn’t matter cause he still got his face. It’s the same with you -but not with your face- with your personality, he fell for your personality, he fell for who you are, he didn’t fall because of your physical appearance. If you were tall, he would love you, if you were short, he would love you. But if Jaehyuk saw people writing mean comments about you, boy would he get worked up, he would become mad at first, thinking “these people are just jealous” and then he would become sad “why would anyone say that about anyone.” Because of these comments he would be extra careful to make sure you know you’re gorgeous cause YOU ARE GORGEOUS.

Asahi:

He looks so cute in the gif uwu

I know that Asahi is on the shorter side (idk how short sorry) Now it has been mentioned before that Asahi barely has any facial expressions, Seunghun called him a handsome wall lmao, even when the jtrainees sang happy birthday he didn’t show any reaction. But he isn’t like that when he comes to you, other than his family, you are the only one that can make him smile, like if someone mentions your name this boy will go all soft. Now if he had someone come up to him and say something like “your girlfriend is too tall it’s disgusting” no one would be that ugly to say that pls bare with me he would reply back with “isn’t it disgusting that you’re so insecure, you hate on another just to feel better?” He would say it with such a emotionless face that the person who said that would end up reevaluate what the purpose of this world is WOW HIS IMPACT. So basically he wouldn’t care, he loves you, no doubt about it.

Yedam:

Head. Over. Heels. You know his song ‘Black Swan’? Yeah he was thinking of you when he wrote that. He just loves you, anyone can tell he loves you. Now Yedam is around 5’7 so he is shorter and he is the type to get flustered if you wear heels because he never actually realises how tall you actually are, he’s always been fascinated by how amazing your personality is and how you two get along so well, he has never actually even thought about your height, it’s just never crossed his mind. Y’all would sorta be like John Legend and Chrissy Teigen, you’re his gorgeous model-like girlfriend and he’s this amazing singer-songwriter, and he writes songs about you all the time, he puts some of the songs out to the public and some of the songs are so special that it’s just for your ears only.

Doyoung:

I’m only a month older than doyoung and he’s achieved so much more than me, what am I doing with my life ok moving on! Doyoung would love how tall you are, “like zamnnnn, you see that long legged creature over there? No not the giraffe, I mean my girlfriend” idk I feel like he would try and be slick and try to compliment you but it would end up like that ^ Doyoung is shy, even if y’all have been dating for years he would still be shy. You kiss his cheek? Blushing mess. You compliment him? Blushing mess. But he definitely would be the type to show off to the world, he would constantly be taking pictures of you (with and without your knowledge) most of them are full body pictures because sis you got great proportions and he probably has a whole album dedicated to you, loves it when you take his phone and spam it with selfies. Like the others he wouldn’t care that your taller than him (he’s 5’8) and he wouldn’t care if you wore heels. He’s just uwu about you.

Haruto:

Haruto is still pretty young and I feel like he’ll grow and become as tall as 180cm or even taller maybe, I just know he has a bit of growing left. So right now he’s 5’9 not much of a difference. Just like Junkyu and his gf. You and Haruto would be THAT couple, paparazzi be taking pictures of you two left and right, you too would probably get so many modelling contracts OOF THE POWER but haruto would be the type to compete with yours and his height, “I grew a centimetre, I’m the taller one now!” And then you would be like “Nope, I grew another centimetre also” y’all would be competing about your heights wow, would be the type to challenge you to a milk drinking competition (bc apparently milk makes you taller) after that competition both of you had upset stomachs for a whole week, now the older members supervise you just in case you do it again, because you and him WOULD do it again. With Haruto you wouldn’t be insecure about your height, like Haruto doesn’t even have to say anything to make sure you know he doesn’t care about your height. It’s the little things like the milk drinking competition and the constantly measure each other’s height that makes you know he doesn’t care and the thing is, is that he doesn’t even realise it himself that he’s doing these making sure you know he doesn’t care, he’s still young so he might be a bit oblivious.

Jeongwoo:

Jeongwoo is currently 5’7 and I do believe he will grow taller, just not as much as Haruto. He would be the such a cutie about your height, like “wow, that’s my girlfriend? I got lucky” when he sees a picture that you posted on your Instagram. Or if you two are gonna go on a date he’ll be like “I must’ve saved the world in my past life” he says the comments so naturally, they just flow out of his mouth, he loves you and he wants you to know he loves you. But I feel like if he read any mean comments about your height and you did aswel, he would be the type to drag himself down aswell, “if you’re ugly than I must be shreks brother” like he says it with the intention of making you laugh but he unconsciously brings himself down too :( so whoever jeongwoos girlfriend is PLEASE LET HIM KNOW HES PERFECT. Now he is young but I feel like he would notice if you were insecure, and he would always get so upset, your what makes him happy and the thing that makes him happy isn’t happy? Anyways, he ain’t afraid to show his love for you, uwu.

Junghwan:

There’s only one gif of him wtf He’s 5’8 and he’s still really really young so he has ALOT of growing to do, he’s 13 omg. Cause he’s so young I feel like he’ll grow as tall as 180cm and probably even taller. Moving on, I think he’s still too young to even focus on things like height, you two are really young so you probably started out as friends and then became best friends and then started dating each other wow I still haven’t dated yet cause you guys are so young the members would really dote on you two a lot, constantly looking after you two and buying you guys food. He’s still a kid and I don’t think he would think you would be insecure about your height, and if you were he probably wouldn’t know how to react, so he probably would go and ask the older members for some advice.

Treasure Box Reactions, Headcanons and Scenarios

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Kidnappers and Keepers (Todoroki x Reader/Soulmate AU)

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Summary: You get kidnapped by a douchebag named “Clarence.” Nothing tops that. Well, except for your dreamboat of a soulmate. Now, he’s a keeper right there.

A/N: It’s five a.m. What is sleep. Please love this because this puppy took me ages of procrastination, but I really liked my one idea at the end of the story. I kinda wrote this backwards and on two separate days, so that could explain why it seems a little different in some parts. Please enjoy!

Word count: 3309

        Does anyone remember when Nutella was all the rage? Man, those were the good old days. It was a peaceful time. Every story on Wattpad was about a romantic kidnapping, usually involving a werewolf or two. One Direction spoke to every thirteen-year-old on a spiritual level, and all earbuds were connected to cords attached to phones. 

        It was also around the time the villain in front of you began his story. Oh wait, no, that was only twenty minutes ago. Damn, it’s crazy how time can fly some days but then crawl by slower than a slug the next. Anyways, what was this guy talking about? Oh yeah, he was monologuing his evil plan while you were stuck on the grimy floor of a dark warehouse. He had snatched you off the street as a hostage and handcuffed you behind your back to a leaking pipe, forcing you to sit and listen to him blab. What a drag. 

        “And then we will rule the world!” The villain --what was his name again?-- looked at you expectantly.

        “Huh?” He groaned in exasperation. 

        “Did you even hear a single word I said?!” 

        “No. Did you know your fly was open?” The villain, a dirt-covered twenty-something-year-old in shady, black apparel, glared at you from under the flickering light in the large room. You, on the other hand, stared at the ceiling distractedly while flicking your teeth with your tongue. Note to self: next time you get kidnapped, don’t eat popcorn that day. Stupid kernels.

        “Can’t you take anything seriously?” He jabbed, although his hands discreetly checked his pants, only to burn red when he remembered there was no zipper. You snicker under your breath. Got ‘em. “Ugh, you know what?!” He suddenly exploded, approaching you with a roll of duct tape. “I’m tired of you.” The piece he ripped off was too small to stick well to your face, but you didn’t have the energy to tell him. You poked out your tongue between your lips before his sweaty hands patted down the adhesive, sliding it up and over your top lip to remove the sticky binding from your face. He stepped away and turned his back to you, whipping out his phone.

        “Now that that’s done, where the hell are they?” the guy muttered, tapping away. You shifted uncomfortably on the cement floor, your butt growing numb. At this point, the piece of tape now dangled awkwardly from your chin. I’ve always wondered what a goatee was like. 

        “Where’s who?” you wondered. The villain whipped around to stare at you in shock.

        “How the- how did you- why are you-... what?” You raised a brow at his stammers.

        “Shoot for a bigger piece next time, fella. Or try something stronger.” You yawn before cracking your neck. “Have you considered super glue?” The door to your right suddenly crashed open. Well just barge right in, why don’t you. 

        “Clarence, did you get the girl?” Oh, now that’s just mean. Who names their child “Clarence”? You would turn to crime too if you had that name. 

        “Yes, sir.” The new guys who just joined the party were villains you had never seen before. One wasn’t even human, per se, just a dark blob surrounded by a silhouette of purple. The other was covered completely in a black cloak so you couldn’t view anything of their figure or face. Not even when they approached you with an outstretched hand. 

        “Do not be afraid, this won’t hurt a bit.” Pshh, like you were going to trust that load. Your body trembled and your feet scrambled against the floor pushing yourself back and away. Sadly, you were stopped by the pipe behind you. So this is how I die. I’ll never get to meet my soulmate. Or unlodge that stupid-ass kernel in my back tooth. “I’m not going to kill you.” Lyin’ ass. “We just need you as bait.” He had the deep voice of evil. 

        “No thanks,” you hiss. 

        “I wasn’t asking.” Could you, though? It’d be more polite. You didn’t have time to flinch away before his hand grasped your face. Like full-on palmed that bitch like a dad inspecting a melon at Walmart. What. 

        “Umm, whatcha doin’ there, budd-” before you could finish, a bright pain flashed behind your eyes. You whimpered as white noise rang in your ears, and your body began to convulse violently. Mind-control. That’s what it was. And from what you could tell, this guy had better control over your thoughts than you ever did. It felt like someone had dug their fingernails into your brain, and you abruptly spoke without your own volition. 

        “She’s under my control.” The voice scraped at your throat, but it still sounded like you. Your body stopped its spasms and froze. You were now in the passenger seat of your own body, hijacked like a computer. People and their quirks these days. Whatever happened to the classic super strength? The man released your face and stood up, stepping back to join his wispy companion while he gestured towards you. Following the action, Clarence --seriously, this poor guy-- uncuffed you from the pipe and you forcefully stood on two numb, shaky legs. 

        “We’ll use her to distract the heroes before we attack.” The cloaked man spoke, features still shadowed by his hood. 

        “How do they know to come here?” your pitiful kidnapper asked. He seemed new to this kind of job; his voice had been shaky and unsure while he nervously wrung his hands. 

        “We sent the video of you snatching her to their agency.” Poor guy became the scapegoat. But wait, the agency? Oh crap. 

        Here’s a little history lesson: before you were attacked today, you would occasionally help out at Endeavor’s Hero Agency. One day, about six or seven months ago, you had found a worker of theirs severely injured from a villain. After healing them with your quirk, you had been offered a job at the office. However, you had to deny it because, well, you were only in high school. On the other hand, ever since that day the worker stayed in touch with you, every once in a while calling you for help if anyone was ever injured on a mission. Healing them made you feel like a hero, so you didn’t stop. But now today, you were seriously regretting getting involved with them. This sucked bad. 

        “They’ll come,” the dark cloud man assured, “they value the girl.” Aww, if you were in control of your body so you could blush and smack his arm bashfully. However, right now you were pissed, and the only smacking you wanted to do was that cloak guy’s head against that moldy pipe over there. This sucks major- A noise interrupts your mental rant. It was a clang outside, like someone had kicked a trash can. Nonetheless, the villains in the room all rushed to the shadiest part of the warehouse, taking cover behind large boxes. 

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        Shouto’s words had always been… less than reassuring. 

        Sorry about earlier, I was being mind-controlled by that cloaky fella over there. My name’s YN. 

        They were even more unsettling when an agent of his father’s called him and asked if he had ever seen a “YN.” 

        “No…” 

        “Oh, well if you do, please let us know. She was kidnapped a couple hours ago, and we could really use your help right now.” Now that he thought about it, Shouto did distantly remember the name floating around the agency once or twice when he had temped there. 

        “Okay, I will.” He hung up the phone and continued down the street, hands coldly shoved in his pockets while he made his way home. The task was easy until he heard yells coming from within the abandoned warehouse next to him. What the hell?

        “Todoroki!” A familiar voice shouted from behind him. The bicolored man slowly turned to see two of his classmates approaching, one waving erratically at him.

        “What are you doing out here?” Midoriya asked. 

        “I just felt like walking around. What about you?” More shouts came from inside the building next to them just as the green-haired boy was about to respond. 

        “What was that?” Iida stares curiously into the alleyway, eyes catching on a shady-looking door that led into the warehouse. “We must check it out,” the class rep declares before approaching the entrance. The other two follow him with furrowed brows, both concerned and unsure at the same time. A loud noise rattles from within the alleyway. 

        “Sorry.” Midoriya shyly steps away from a metal trash can and inches it away with his foot. The can’s cover falls off with the movement and crashes onto the ground. Midoriya’s face is not unlike a traffic signal at this point, glowing bright red. 

        Iida shakes his head before pushing open the doorway, entering the dim, moldy stash house.

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        What was that one sentence that has like all the letters in the English alphabet in it? It was about a fox and a dog… whatever. You were bored. And technically mindless. Sort of. You couldn’t do or say anything when three boys your age entered the nasty ass room you were in, and your heart couldn’t even skip a beat when your eyes landed on that one dreamboat. Do you think he purposely dyes his hair like that? I dig it.

        “...you YN?” Oh crap, you missed like half of that, sorry dreamboat. 

        “Yeah, but you guys are too late. The villains left that way, through the window over there.” The two-toned hair man glanced down at his wrist with confused eyes in your peripheral vision, but the villain controlling your body made no note. Then he gestured to his friends to follow him to the boxes. Dumbass dreamboat. 

        It was like watching a horror movie. The audience already knew where the murderers were, but the attractive protagonists- they’re always attractive. No ugly person ever gets hunted down, and that’s a fact- just can’t hear your annoyed screaming at the TV. 

        They’re hiding behind the- dammit. The whole room just got ten times more rowdy, and suddenly you were in control of your own body again. Must be how Cloak Man’s quirk works. Can’t fight and mind-control at the same time. At least God is fair. 

        Grunts, exclamations and whooshes all sound behind you while you huddle in a corner, shaking and hugging yourself until the fighting ends. 

        “Here, call my father and tell him to come!” It’s the pretty boy, and your eyes widen at his words before a phone slides on the ground over to you. He returns to the battle in hand-to-hand combat with Clarence, who doesn’t put up much of a fight after your soulmate-- holy shit-- turns one arm into a popsicle and the other into a flaming torch. Hot damn. Hehe, I’m funny- not the time YN! You shake yourself out of it and scramble to the phone, glancing back up to watch the fight while pressing the call button on the open contact. A wave of heat fills the room as your soulmate uses his quirk to roast that one cloaked bastard, and you curl even further into the dusty half of the warehouse you’re hiding in.

        “Pick up, pick up, pick up- hello?” The person you called is breathing heavily over the line. 

        “This isn’t Shouto, who is this?” It sounds vaguely familiar, but you don’t take the time to mull over the fact.

        “This is YN YLN and I’m in a warehouse off the main street in town. We could really use some cops or something over here!” 

        “YN? Shouto found you?” Aww, your soulmate told his father about you, how cute!

        “Yes, please hurry!” A sudden flame flashes directly in front of you, almost singeing your eyebrows away. The phone flies out of your hand- no idea how that happened- while you scream in terror, and your soulmate shouts back a “Sorry!”

        “Sorry my ass,” you grumble before army-crawling back over to his yeeted technology. The screen is cracked and dark. Now it was your turn for a half-assed apology, but “Shouto” seemed rather occupied at the moment. Speaking of him, you look back down at your soulmark and run your trembling fingers over the words. When you first got them, you thought you were destined to be with a dada’s boy. You predicted you would meet him in the park and he would throw a phone at you, too nervous to be alone without his father while he squealed out those words. 

        So, even though your current situation was less than desirable, you were kinda thankful. At least he needed you to call his dad for a badass reason, and not an excited, “gotta show my dad this” reason. 

        The door next to you slammed open and you screamed in fright once more, only to pause at the sight. Endeavor? Ohhh. The hot quirk your soulmate had suddenly made a million times more sense. The pro-hero wasn’t alone, and he stormed in with numerous other agents to take out your kidnappers. 

        The dark blob man disappeared into thin air when they entered the room, leaving his two villain friends to get restrained and captured by the new heroes. My guy fucking dipped. Candy-ass. 

        Hesitantly, you stood and approached your soulmate. He was watching Clarence and Cloak Man get tied up when you tapped his shoulder, gaining his attention instantly. You began to rub your own fingers together when he made eye-contact with you, and fended off the urge to touch the mark on his face. Just as you open your mouth to speak, your mind goes blank. Wow, so not helpful. Your soulmate raises his eyebrows at you, waiting patiently while you awkwardly bite your lip and clear your throat. After that, the words crawl their way right out of you.

        “Sorry about earlier, I was being mind-controlled by that cloaky fella over there. My name’s YN.” 

        Shouto is silent for a second while one hand swiftly covers the wrist of the other. Maybe it had burned for you earlier, but you had been too distracted to- Oh hello there. Yep, that’s a’ tingling all right. You copy his action and hiss at the feeling. It wasn’t unpleasant, but a sudden hotness on your wrist tends to freak you out once in a while. 

        “My name is Shouto Todoroki. It’s nice to meet you.” Oh god, he was adorable. Like an adorable, little well-behaved puppy. You were totally going to ruin that pleasantness for him one day. He’s just gonna walk in on you cussing out your own foot and it’ll go shjoop right out of him.

        “You too,” you mumble distractedly. “Or me too! Or… umm, yes, it’s nice to meet you too.” Ok, YN, what the hell was that? “Anyways…” This is a deesaster. “I have a quirk.” Yep, it’s over.

        “Okay....” He looks thoroughly confused. He might want to get used to that feeling around you. “Me too, I guess?” You want to smack yourself upside the head.

        “I’m sorry. I said that weird. Actually, I didn’t even say it.” He looks so lost. “I have a healing quirk, and you just got into a fight.” There we go, now you got him. He nods his head understandingly. 

        “Oh okay, so you’re offering to heal me.” Great job, Watson.

        “Yeah.” Your cheeks are so red at this point that they hurt. He holds out his scraped hands towards you and gives you a gentle smile. 

        “Work your magic.”

                                ###

        “We could use someone like you at UA.”

        After you had healed his wounds the first day you met, Shouto encouraged you to talk to the admissions office there. He had even asked his dad to recommend they give you a spot, and it worked. You didn’t know how, but you just counted your blessings and moved on.

        Now, you sat as a student assistant to Recovery Girl, with your very own dorm and everything. You attended the normal classes UA offered and worked during lunch and after school with the nurse to heal the injured and sick. It was usually the injured, and it was usually Shouto’s friend Midoriya. At a certain point, you didn’t care to ask what he had done, you just healed him and sent him on his way.

        “There you go, greeny.” You patted his freshly healed arm. “Now if you would stop hurting yourself, I really wouldn’t mind.” Your eyes strayed from his worn-out form to the new one, leaning in the doorway with crossed arms. Dreamboat.

        “I know, YN, I want that too. Thanks again, though!” The hero-in-training cheered right up at the prospect of getting to leave and bid you adieu, greeting Todoroki before disappearing into the hall. 

        “Hi.” Your soulmate stepped into the room with a soft smile, laying a kiss on your cheek before sitting in the patient’s bed across from your spinny chair. 

        “Well, hello to you too.” You beam at him with curious eyes. “You seem more chipper than usual, what’s up?” 

        “I just... really wanted to see you,” he admits apprehensively, staring at the posters on Recovery Girl’s walls to avoid looking at you. Your chest preens with happiness and you stand up to join him on the bed.

        “I wanted to see you too.” You slump down next to him and lay your head on his shoulder, intertwining your fingers with his own on your lap. The room stays silent while you both bask in the warmth of each other’s presence, but Todoroki surprisingly decides to break the silence.

        “So,” he pulls his head off yours and turns to face you, “have you come up with a hero name yet?” Your body begins to wiggle excitedly and you whirl around to face him, now sitting crossed-legged on the bed and bouncing your knees up and down anxiously.

        “Yes I did!” His eyes sparkle at your excitement and he laughs softly. 

        “Well?”

        “Say hello to… wait for it,” he rolls his eyes at your actions while you drumroll against your own thighs, “Health Girl!” 

        Todoroki grows apprehensive and his smile falls slightly. Your own face grows smug and you poke him in the side playfully. “I’m just kidding, I’m not that lame.”

        “You sure?” Your eyes widen. He has a sarcasm button now?

        “Woah, mister, you’re learning too much from me. You might wanna stop that before you start yelling at your phone for dropping itself.” (Yeah, that’s happened before. But to be fair, your phone was a dumbass bitch.) 

        Your heart glows with pride when he releases a small, rare chuckle. The Shuckle. Damn, you must be really special to get that treatment. Well you better be, with all that ‘soulmates for life’ crap dangling over your head.

        “No really, I actually did come up with a good name.” 

        “All right, tell me.” 

        Here’s the thing, your quirk wasn’t exactly healing people, it was more of speeding up their own body’s cellular processes when you got close enough. So you had the perfect name. At least, you hoped you did. Oh crap, what if it was terrible?

        “What about... ‘Enzyma’?” you suggest nervously, staring down into your lap and rubbing your fingers against each other. Arms wrap themselves around your hips and tug you closer to their owner as a pair of lips press against your forehead. Todoroki stares lovingly into your eyes after your own arms reach up to wrap around his neck, melting into his embrace. 

        “It’s perfect.” 

        So was he.

BTS members as dumb stuff my classmates have said (100% real)

taehyung: oh no 2019 is already here? I haven’t even started my resolutions from 2016!

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yoongi: stay ready so you don’t have to get ready

jungkook: you’d still have to get ready to stay ready though

yoongi: no, because you’re staying ready

jungkook: how you gon stay ready if you hadn’t gotten ready at some point??

yoongi: BECAUSE YOU ALREADY STAYING READY!!1!1

jungkook: BUT YOU GOTTA GET READY TO STAY READY

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jimin, coming back inside from outside sweating:

namjoon: wow you’re hot

jimin: thanks

namjoon: no that’s not what i-

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jin: if people from Florida are Floridians, and people from Orlando are Orlandians, what are people from Tampa called?

hoseok: i dont wanna know

jin: tAMPONS [windsheild wipers turn on]

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lesson: in a small paragraph, explain what can cause stress.

jungkook:

jungkook: too much stress causes stress

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hoseok, telling a riddle: i start off dry but come out wet. i go in light but come out heavy. what am i?

jimin: a tampon

hoseok: it’s actually a teabag but that’s a really good answer

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taehyung: math is my favorite subject!

also taehyung: *gets F’s in math for three consecutive days*

yoongi: i thought you said math was your favorite subject

taehyung: i said it was my favorite, not my easiest

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jungkook: in the silence you can hear the secret

rest of bts:

jungkook:

rest of bts:

jungkook:

jungkook: *lets out mother of all farts*

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jungkook: *gets a 33.1% on a quiz*

namjoon: boy how you got a whole H on a quiz??

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jimin: boi look at you!! stalkin that girl looking like a mumbo dumbo four chins lookin head

jin: man shut up you had a whole dream about marrying shrek and you liked it

jimin:

jimin: *raises hand* I’D LIKE TO REPORT A BULLY TO THE PRINCIPAL

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jungkook: wow that’s a pretty bad grade you got there

hoseok: and that’s a pretty bad face you got there but do i comment?

Scruff

Tall fem werewolf reader in mind but can be read as GN. Shanks, Luffy. Fluff. Romantic. 1052 words.

Desc - You grab them by the scruff.

Shanks

Shanks yawns, stepping onto the deck of the ship after roaming the town a bit. He is a bit tired, sure, but there’s something weighing on his conscience. He’d promised you not to drink today, yet he did. The temptation was too much, the booze high quality and free from the townspeople's love for him, he couldn’t help but take just a few sips. Almost the exact moment he steps onto the wooden planks you run over to him, then stare him down. “...Hey sweetheart.” He says and you lean down, then start to sniff him. There’s no way you could smell anything on him, it was only a few sips. The captain had even washed his mouth out just in case.

“Bad.” Nevermind.

“It was only a bit, just to get a nice taste on the tongue.” He waves his hand in dismissal but still looks a bit nervous. This is the 3rd time now you’ve told him not to drink, at least for the day, and he does. He has been getting a lot better, to be fair, but he still drank nonetheless. “Just a teeny bit.” You stand up straight and look around, then lean down again and open your mouth wide. Shanks expects you to scold him so he closes his eyes, ready to take it, when he feels teeth on the back of his neck. He snaps open his eyes. “What are you..” He feels your canines tug on the back of his shirt and jacket, then he’s suddenly lifted up like a puppy.

…

“(Y/n), baby, I can’t reach the floor like this.” He states.

“I know.” You turn and start to make your way to your shared cabin with his collar in your mouth. What does he do? It’s really embarrassing to be carried like this but he is the one at fault here and struggling out of your grasp might make things worse between you two, though you don’t actually seem too upset. Your actions don’t seem to be malicious either, this is just what feels right to you. “You will come to bed, I will bring you water and you’ll go to sleep. You didn’t drink too much so I will not scold you, but turning in early will be your punishment. You can’t be trusted to be away.”

‘This feels worse than being scolded.’ Shanks thinks to himself, trying to keep calm to not show his embarrassment. He almost wishes he drank more, the alcohol would’ve dulled his shame.

Luffy

“I wanna explore I wanna go!” Luffy whines loudly, upset.

“No! Marines are crawling around this island, you’ll stick out too much. If you want to go then you’ll have to be quiet and I can’t trust you to do that, Luffy!” Nami retorts, having to be firm with the captain. This island has good food, but due to having immense resources the navy laid claim to this land. They protect it from attacks and in turn get said resources.

“We’ll bring you something back.” You say to your smaller lover to calm his temper. It works and he does look less agitated, but not enough.

“It’ll taste better fresh, and I want to walk around.” He loves the Sunny but he loves sailing to explore, not to stay in the ship 24/7. “I’ll be quiet I promise.” He looks to you for support but you shake your head lightly, making him literally deflate. “You’re supposed to be on my side..”

“I am on your side. Keeping you here is safer for you and everyone else. If you alert the marines we definitely won’t be able to bring anything for you.” You tell him, which makes too much sense so he just looks towards the island instead, sad, then back at you. It’s really hard to keep refusing when he’s looking at you like this but the crew needs to restock and the risk of having Luffy give away their location would be too great, especially when the island is this tempting for him.

“You’d probably try and sneak around then end up giving yourself away because you wanted to go to a food stall that marines were at.” Sanji adds, lighting a cigarette. “I’ll learn the recipes I can here so stop whining.” That calms Luffy down even more and he seems almost convinced, but then suddenly turns to the island and tries to grab he railing to slingshot himself. The crew tries to grab him but he’s fast and almost makes it when the collar of his shirt is grabbed, or bitten. His arms snap back as you hold him up by his scruff.

“Luffy yo..u?” Nami is ready to go off on him when she realizes Luffy’s gone limp. “Luffy?” He has an upset expression on his face but doesn’t move.

“This is for everyone’s safety, Luffy. If you want to be a good Captain you have to make sacrifices like this sometimes.” You explain with the cloth in your mouth. He usually does struggle less when the back of his collar is grabbed but you doing it and with your teeth seems to be oddly effective.

“...” He’s silent. Unbeknownst to everyone else, he’s been grabbed like this before. When he was very young and in huge trouble both Garp and Dadan would snatch him by the back of his neck like this and yell about how if he’s going to act like an unruly animal then he’ll be treated like one. Due to it being repeated and so young it was instilled in his brain to stop struggling and shut up if he’s grabbed by the scruff puppy style by someone decently bigger than him. So now he hangs there, a big pout on his face.

“Woah..” Nami, Sanji, and Franky stare at him in awe, he’s never been this.. pliant. If it weren’t from how embarrassing it was to grab him like this and having to be bigger this might’ve been added as a new technique to pacify the captain.

“(Y/n) you’re staying here too, you’re huge anyway and can keep Luffy in check.” The navigator quickly decides.

“Oh..” You kinda fucked yourself over, but she has a point.

‘Put me down!!’ Luffy thinks to himself, unable to speak it out of instinct.

im experimenting with diff formats and stuff so sorry if it looks off or whatever

Shoulders

Various x tall male reader. Shanks, Usopp, Luffy, Sanji. You put your babygirls on your shoulders. No relationship but crush.

Shanks

“Ugh..” Shanks gets on his tippy toes to try and look at something, he’s a tall man but somehow not tall enough to get a good view. This cliff is high and he knows it would be awesome if only there weren’t a hill just about blocking it. “So much for being tall..” Shanks huffs and you spot him moping.

“Something wrong Captain?” You ask him, significantly taller. “Woah, the view here is really nice.” To you the hill isn’t blocking anything so you admire it, almost forgetting your captain until you look back at him staring at you.

“Way to shove it in…” He grumbles and you process what he’s talking about before getting excited.

“Captain, are you too short to see it!?” You ask him and he sighs.

“Just not tall enough, not that I’m short.” He has an exasperated smile on his face but he is actually bummed that he’s missing a nice view. Shanks just knows for a fact if he brought this up with any other crewmates or tried to grab something to get higher he would get made fun of, so he’s just been trying to get a good view on his own. He even contemplated jumping, but that would be a temporary solution since he would fall eventually. As he’s thinking he feels his waist being grabbed. “Hm?” He’s being lifted. 

“How’s this?” You ask as you put him on your shoulders. He grabs onto your head to balance himself and then looks up, eyes widening before he could get a chance to say anything else.

“I can see it now!” He says as he gets comfortable on your shoulders. His eyes sparkle, this is amazing! He looks down at you “I should say my thanks, I’m not heavy?” 

“Light as a feather, Cap.”

“Flattering~ Try not to break any woman’s hearts with that line. Almost got me with that.” He teases and averts his gaze back to the view, gotta keep it cool before he gets embarrassed himself.

…

“Should I keep trying then?” You mumble and he looks back down at you, shocked.

“..Ah?” He processes it then looks back up, patting your head. “..yeah..maybe..” His ears are blending in with his hair, cute.

Usopp

“Dammit.” He holds his binoculars to his eyes, unable to get a good vantage point from this height. He’d already boasted that Zoro and Luffy didn’t need to worry about the Marines and that he could deal with them from afar, but like this he isn’t sure if he could do it. 

“Are you having trouble?” You walk up to him while asking. Oh great, now his crush is here to watch him fail. 

“Not at all, just taking my time you know since I really gotta get this right, of course I could do it anytime I want-” He starts to ramble on and on while you stare at him. Eventually you figure out what the problem is and grab him, plopping him onto your shoulders. “Eek! What are you-”

“Look.” You motion for him to try again and he looks towards the crowd of marines again, realizing that now he can get a good shot, but now he’s flustered because you’re both touching and oh my god his crotch is on the back of your head he needs to stay calm. “C’mon, take aim.” He clears his throat, trying to put himself together as he looks back towards the crowd of marines.

‘Don’t miss this chance and embarrass yourself Usopp, he’s right here.’ He thinks to himself as he aims his slingshot, taking aim before he finally fires a Pop Green, which detonates in the middle of the crowd. Plants shoot up from the ground and start eating the marines, multiplying and taking care of the whole crows without the crew having to run over and do it themselves. “I did it!” He cries happily, slowly going limp until you catch him in your arms.

“You did it! Are you okay?”

“Yeah just nerv- I mean of course I’m okay! That was nothing.” He sits up in your arms.

“Oh I guess I don’t have to carry you.” He freezes and then goes limp in your arms again.

“I have I-can’t-walk-until-we-get-back-onto-the-Sunny disease.” You smile and walk back to The Sunny with him in your arms. 

Luffy

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm..” Luffy stares at the wall above him. They’re at an island and Franky’s building something cool, but is keeping it a secret from Luffy no matter how much he begs since he would be too excited too early and end up blabbing to everyone else. He can’t jump to the other side because he might crash into it, so he stretches up and tries to put his arms on the ledge. Slippery! They slip off and he snaps back to the ground and falls back with a grumble. That means he probably wouldn’t be able to just jump on the wall either. There aren’t any trees or anything around for him to climb on either…. Maybe he could just go gear 4 to bounce up?

“Luffy?” He hears your voice and jolts, turning to face you like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “..Trying to see what Franky’s building?”

“I just wanna take a peek! I won’t tell anyone else!” He whines, trying to stretch up again but slipping off for the second time. No getting to see the cool invention and now he’s failing right in front of you! He’s about to change into Bounce Man when you lift him up onto your shoulders. “Don’t say I did this, okay?” His eyes twinkle, why didn’t he think of this sooner. Convenient and he gets to be on your shoulders. You watch as the captain looks up.. and suddenly goes silent. “...Luffy? What is it?” It’s just an even higher wall that says “Using (Y/n) isn’t going to work either.” 

“Nooooooooooo!” It never mattered, there’s a ceiling too so gear 4th wouldn’t have worked either.

Sanji

“Fuck.” Sanji mutters to himself, he had been shopping with you when he spotted some ladies being harassed. Him, being a gentleman, couldn’t just let that slide; so he beat the shit out of the men. After they were sufficiently beat up and the ladies were sufficiently flirted with he had realized his groceries were gone. At first he was worried that they were stolen but when he looked up he just realized that in the heat of battle he had accidentally flung the bags up and onto a roof. 

“How did you even manage that?” You mumble, staring up at them. 

“This is all those damn scumbags’ fault.” He’s started to heat up again before you put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. The cook sighs. “I’ll get them.” The cook says, but right as he’s about to air walk you pick him up and place him on your shoulders so he can reach. His eyes are wide and he freezes.

“Sanji? Can you reach it now?” He stays frozen, he’s been placed on your shoulders. Your shoulders. Your amazing spectacular comfortable shoulders oh so helpfully despite him being able to have done it himself because of course you would you’re so amazing and kind. 

“L’amour de ma vie.” He speaks before he can stop himself, then turns bright red. 

“You say something?” You ask from below and he panics.

“Nothing!” He quickly says, grabbing the groceries and holding them to his thumping chest. Gods, he needs to control himself now before he gives anything away. Sanji stays there, trying to control his heartbeat.

“Sanji. Uh, are you gonna get off?”

“Merde, sorry..!” He quickly hops off of your shoulders, landing on the ground. You realize something.

“Oh you could’ve just gotten up there on your own, sorry I was so focused on helping you I forgot.”

“It’s fine, more than fine, you can do that whenever you wan- whenever I need it—and you’re willing to give it of course.” Yeah he’s so screwed. You just smile at him, and he immediately freezes before blood trickles from his nose. 

“Hey!? Wha- there’s no girls right here, what happened!?” You fuss over him as he spaces out, thinking of how much he loves his life right now.

××××××

L’amour de ma vie = Love of my life

Merde: Shit

if you guys want any more characters with this send a request or say so

Idea popped into my mind, though i've had it in my mind for a while now. Inspired by this one video i saw a while back (can't find it now) of some person who did the same thing to their cats. If i find it later ill quote this with it. Also comment if you want someone else with this. @mere-mortifer this is just a scenario thing but idk if it counts tell me if it doesnt and you just meant one shots.

Thunk

Various x GN!reader. Platonic. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Robin, Brook.

Luffy

“Did you have to spill it? Haven’t you gotten instincts for that?” You say, peeved as you clean up Luffy’s spilled juice.

“I don’t have that on all the time.” He says with a huff, begrudgingly grabbing more paper towels for you until he realizes something. “There’s no more.” It’s run out.

“No more?” You look back at him and see the empty paper towel roll, sighing. “Give it here.” He hands it to you and you bonk it on his head softly with a “thunk”.

“Hey!” He rubs the spot you did it, putting on his straw hat for protection.

“Small punishment, we’ll have to do it with a cloth so go get that for me; even if it’ll be a hassle to have to rinse it out.” Luffy pouts, but gets it anyway since he’ll be scolded if he doesn’t.

Zoro

You’re cleaning up Zoro’s workout equipment, he could do it himself but you’re doing it this time since he’s eating a sandwich Sanji made for protein. “You don’t clean these as often as you should.” You tell him while cleaning up the pole for weights.

“I’m the one who uses it the most anyway, if you think it’s gross just don’t use them.” The swordsman says in between bites. You notice you’ve managed to clean them with the last paper towel, pleased but still annoyed at what Zoro said. You walk over to him where he’s sitting and bonk his head with the empty roll. It makes a “thunk” sound. “Empty head.” He scowls.

“I didn’t ask you to do this.” You thunk him again. “Hey!” Thunk "Ugh."

“It’s not that much of a hassle to clean it, think of it as practicing your patience or responsibility. There’s other types of responsibilities that aren’t protection or fighting.”

“Whatever.” He mumbles and you thunk him on the head for the 4th time. “Stop!”

Sanji

“You should really take more breaks.” You say while rinsing out a cloth you were using to clean.

“I’m used to working this much from the Baratie, you have nothing to worry about.” He sits at the counter after you barely convinced him to atleast sit down for a bit.

“You only get 5 hours of sleep each night, that isn’t healthy for you even if you’re used to it.” He’s about to say something when you interrupt him. “Zoro sleeps less during the night but he naps during the day as well, Brook is a skeleton, and Luffy sleeps whenever he wants during the day as well if he’s tired. You do not.” The cook closes his mouth having been corrected. You grab a paper towel to dry off the counter and realize it’s the last one. You walk over to Sanji, who’s looking down at the ground, and bonk him on the head using the empty roll with a “thunk” sound. “I don’t mind you asking me for help if you need it, so use that assistance to rest a bit. I mean it.”

“...Okay..” He mumbles, his gaze still to the ground as he fumbles with his hands like a scolded little kid.

Robin

“I’m usually more careful than this.” Robin says while she makes sure none of the books have gotten wet. “I suppose I was too focused on the text.”

“If it means it was interesting enough then I’m sure the author would be flattered.” You say while cleaning up a drink she had knocked over while reading. Once she’s made sure nothing got wet she puts the books down on her lap. “There’s no point feeling bad about it now.” You manage to clean everything up by the time the paper towels have run out.

“I apologize for making you do this, you seemed focused as wel-” You lightly bonk her on the head with the empty roll, making a “thunk” sound. Her eyes widen as she looks up at you, shocked.

“Lighten up, you’re acting like you’ve forced me. Of course I would do this for you, you’re my friend.” Her eyes are still wide but she eventually smiles.

“Then I’ll thank you instead. Thank you.” You smile back at her when she thanks you.

“You’re welcome.” You bonked the bad thoughts out of her.

Brook

“If I could see your pantie-” Brook gets hit on the head HARD by Nami before she storms off, walking past you as you notice Brook now sitting on the ground rubbing his forehead.

“Hit again? You really don’t learn your lesson, huh?” You say while standing in front of him. “It was hard this time too, I heard it from where I was.”

“She knocked my brains out! Not that I had any to begin with yohoho!” He jokes, though he never really expects Nami to show her panties. It’s more of a habit at this point, something he gained from the past he’s reluctant to let go of.

“More like scrambled since you can still joke.” You’re holding an empty paper towel roll, on the way to throw it out before you heard the commotion. You get an idea and thunk him on the head with it, “To unscramble,” then do it again. “now to bonk those thoughts out.” He looks up at you, presumably processing what happened since you can’t really see an expression. He rubs his head for a second.

“You’ve warmed my heart (Y/n)-san, not that I have one!” His laugh is slightly less loud. “You’re a miracle worker…” He’s silent for a bit, then goes back to normal. “We should see panties to celebra-” Thunk.

Idea popped into my mind one night so i had to write it down because i couldn't focus on anything else..

RUFF!

Various x GN!reader (Shanks, Zoro, Luffy) Small dirty joke in Shanks's but overall fluff.

Shanks

Your boyfriend has always been expressive, saying how much he loves you and how sexy and hot you are. The rare times he isn’t is when he feels vulnerable or truly stressed, when he tries to not show any emotion to avoid showing stress. It’s rare though, most of the time he’s almost like a dog. You can almost see his tail wagging when he hugs or kisses you. Though right now, you really do swear that you can see a tail. Him and Beckman are speaking, Shanks’s dog ears pushed back slightly to show nervousness. “Shanks?” You call out to him and they perk up while his head turns to look at you.

“Baby!” His tail wags until he remembers the situation and it stops, ears pushing back again. “Uhh..”

“He got hit by a devil fruit.” Beckman says and you almost sigh in relief, so you weren’t going insane. “I had told him to be more careful but he was adamant that it was fine because even if he got hit it ‘wouldn’t do anything harmful’”

“This isn’t harmful! I’m perfectly fine~” Your captain dismisses it and you walk over to him, placing your hand out to see how far this transformation is.

“Paw.” Shanks looks at you and immediately puts his hand on yours.

“Ah-” He stutters and takes his hand off, looking away.

“Spin.” Beckman goes next and Shanks twirls, getting embarrassed afterwards.

“Stop, I get it, I get it. I shouldn’t have been hit.” He puts his hand on his face, tail drooping as he licks his lips like an anxious dog.

“Cute, I actually think I like this quite a lot.”

“You do?” His tail lifts up and you nod, then hold your arms out so he can come to you; which he does gladly. His arm wraps around you while his tail wags, then it slows down like he thought of something sad. You’re confused for a moment then get an idea of what it is, leaning down to kiss his stump then his cheek.

“Handsome boy, your hugs are always my favorite in the whole world~” You hug him tighter and he brightens, kissing all over your face while his tail wags like crazy… until he knocks you over. Doesn’t stop his kisses though.

“Honey~” He sniffs you then buries himself in your neck. It looks like his excitable traits have been heightened by this transformation.

…

“..Are you hard?” Maybe too much.

Zoro

You stare down at Zoro, your boyfriend, sitting in front of you with Luffy to the side. He has dog ears and a tail, looking away in shame. “I can’t believe you tried to slice it.”

“It-” He’s about to yell but you glare at him and he goes back to avoiding eye contact. “It looked like I could’ve.” Zoro got a beam shot at him by a devil fruit user and instead of dodging like a regular person he had tried to slice it, which did nothing as it wasn’t physical. Maybe if he put real effort into it he could’ve parried it but, being cocky, he just assumed it would be easy to slice and that was that.

“You didn’t even know what the fruit could’ve done, we’re lucky it’s basically harmless.” You watch him and his ears slowly push back more, guilty.

“Hmm, I like it! You’re like an actual guard dog now!” The captain says and Zoro frowns. Usopp, tinkering with something in the background, cracks up with you and subsequently gets Zoro to growl at him.

“Hey they laughed too!” The sniper complains after flinching, quickly going back to what he was doing when Zoro growls at while showing his now sharp canines. Laughing isn’t worth his life.

“Be nice.” You reach over and pet his head, scratching his scalp. Zoro’s eye closes as one of his legs starts to bounce. “Aww, feel good?” You scratch behind one of the dog ears and it bounces faster. Sanji walks past while heading to the kitchen and your boyfriend suddenly jumps up and grabs your wrist, pulling you to his side and growling at the cook like an actual guard dog.

“Shit!" He flinches, getting annoyed since he wasn't even gonna do anything. "Growling at me like you're threatning. Maybe this fits you though, you always did stink like a dog.” He provokes Zoro and the swordsman attacks him.

“Stop!” You yell and he freezes, barely dodging a kick.

“Don’t do that in the middle of a fight!” He barks at you.

“Woahh!” Luffy’s immediately interested, his eyes twinkling as he goes next. “Zoro, sit!” The swordsman sits while Sanji slyly smiles.

“Maybe we should give you a dog name, like Mossy.” Zoro clenches his jaw but stays seated. “Come here, Mossy, c’mon, paw!” Sanji holds out his hand and Zoro stands up while putting his swords away. “Huh, it worke-” He headbutts the cook. Doggy only takes orders from you and his captain.

Luffy

It’s a nice day, you were walking around with your friend and boyfriend on an island when you got tired; so now you’re relaxing in the sun for a nap. You’re falling asleep when you suddenly feel hands on your shoulders, opening your eyes to see Luffy barrelling towards you, slamming onto you before you can react which makes you knock down onto your back. “(Y/n)!!!” He yells happily and suddenly starts to lick your face. You push him back but before you can say anything you see dog ears on his head, a tail wagging behind him.

“Luffy? What happened?” You’re confused, are you still half asleep?

“I wanted to see you!”

“Not that, hun.” You point at his ears and he tilts his head before realizing.

“Oh! Got hit by something. Not a big deal though it doesn’t hurt.” You can tell it doesn’t hurt considering his behavior. You hear Nami next.

“Luffy, I told you… not to run off!” The navigator says angrily, panting from trying to keep up with the captain. He looks back at Nami, still attached to you, then starts to pant and noms your cheek.

“Yer choo shlow.” His voice is muffled with your cheek in his mouth, doesn’t hurt but it’s uncomfortable and he only gets off when you pry him off. He lands onto the ground while you wipe saliva off your face. “I missed you!” He jumps up, tail wagging.

“We just saw each other not too long ago Lu, I just wanted to nap.” You get most of the saliva off your face though you’ll have to wash it later.

“I still missed you, though…” He thinks for a moment. “More than usual too, weird.” Not one to care about specifics, he gets over it fast. “Well whatever, did you miss me too?”

“...Yes I missed you too.” Luffy’s too cute to refuse, especially when he gets so happy.

“Yahoo!” He starts to get zoomies, running around excitedly while his tail wags quickly. You look at Nami who sighs.

“It was other pirates, he got hit because he started complaining about being hungry.” She explains with a sigh, putting a hand on her face from stress.

“Well he looks okay, we should get him to Chopper just in case.” You look at your boyfriend who’s still running around. “Luffy, come here!” He just stands still for a moment, looking at you, before continuing to zoom. “Luffy…” He stands there but dodges and runs away when you try to grab him, doing the same as you continue to try.

“You gotta catch me!” He’s making a game out of this, happy playing with you. In the end he ended up listening less as an overly excited dog.

My ass is so tired rn from my photoshoots for my senior pics and having to wait in my sisters car.

Now I never wanna get my comfy bed.

Honestly I love to imagine that Jonathan Crane has to help assist in forcing motivating Gatia to get outta bed when they have to work.

Random fact about me, I actually do most of, if not all the time, begrudgingly get myself up for school, do I’m basically never late. However sometimes I do put a timer for several more minutes so I can get extra nap time. And the rare times my dumbass plays everyone favorite dangerous game of closing there eyes and then waking up 20 minutes later when it only felt like a second.

That is probably what Gatia would need Jon for lmao

I drew it cause I thought it was hilarious.

Based on a baking video by Dylan Hollis on a civil war cake which is honestly my favorite skit because of how fucking hilarious and memorable the lines are.

Gatia, baking a cake: Oh it seems to have collapsed.

Crane: Like the south.

Gatia: LMAOO

Gatia and Jon joking about America because they were both born in the southern states. With Jon being from Georgia and Gatia from Florida. Match made in hell/j

Also funfact, Gatia loves to bake and look for recipes online for inspo, as long as it tastes good.

And yes I absolutely adore Southern Jon because it is canon in some versions, but me personally, it should be canon in every verse because it just fits!!/lh

Based on a baking video by Dylan Hollis on a civil war cake which is honestly my favorite skit because of how fucking hilarious and memorable the lines are.

Gatia, baking a cake: Oh it seems to have collapsed.

Crane: Like the south.

Gatia: LMAOO

Gatia and Jon joking about America because they were both born in the southern states. With Jon being from Georgia and Gatia from Florida. Match made in hell/j

Also funfact, Gatia loves to bake and look for recipes online for inspo, as long as it tastes good.

And yes I absolutely adore Southern Jon because it is canon in some versions, but me personally, it should be canon in every verse because it just fits!!/lh

Slight TW for dark humor on my own experiences!!

Me: Yea I got hit as a kid and turned out just fine

Jonathan Crane: *who overanalyzed me the moment I opened and closed my mouth* 🤨🤨

Scenario time based on this one tiktok

Gatia: Dr. Cranee come back to bed!

Jonathan: Not now darling, I’m not done making this new batch of fear toxin

Gatia: FUCK THATS SO HOT

Jonathan: That’s why I do it.

Funny skit idea I thought while watching a tiktok as a Hispanic

Gatia: Scarecrow better get up from his georgian ass and get me idk strawberry crepes con dulce de leche as an offering for Hispanic Heritage Month.

Scarecrow: yes my enby queen.

Huge /j I swear I love him but I just thought it was a haha funny idea. I died when I saw the skit of ‘when it’s Hispanic heritage month and your s/o is white’

Jonathan, showing Gatia his designs for a other scarecrow outfit: “Thoughts on how scary this is?”

Gatia: “I’d smash”

Jonathan, sighing: “Of course.”

Ok, now you GOTTA do a drawing of you with a bunch of marks from Ivy's big, pillowy lips on your face! Now that I know you like the idea too

I should!! When I get the motivation I definitely shall X3

Thanku so mych or the best idea anon! You have a lovely day/night/evening. <33

Ivy takes advantage of the antidote she gave you by covering your face in kiss marks on the daily.

Also, question; what color lipstick do you instinctively see her wearing?

HDJHEE OKAY THIS IS SO CUTE OMEGEGE. Thank you so much for this ask!! I will literally go so red it isn’t funny.

I see her wearing her iconic red-pink lipstick from the animated series! It suits her so well and despite most of the female characters have those lips, it just feels right for her.

Plus they are big and extra better for kissing <33 At least I won’t be Harv HUGE/j

Poison Ivy also on her way to compete by growing Strawberries for Gatia because I’m equally gay for her

Credit to a friend on Discord for reminding me

Funfact of the day ig, Gatia aka me loves strawberries./srs

Nurse Gatia: If you give me strawberries I’ll literally marry you.

Jonathan: *on his way to steal buy strawberries*

Thought of this while eating strawberries with whipped cream and frosting :3

Funfact of the day ig, Gatia aka me loves strawberries./srs

Nurse Gatia: If you give me strawberries I’ll literally marry you.

Jonathan: *on his way to steal buy strawberries*

Thought of this while eating strawberries with whipped cream and frosting :3

Seeing You Crying Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: Once he closed the door behind him, coming into your shared home, he expected you to run over and hug him, as you always did... So, where were you? Kylo's eyes dart around in search of your reassuring face, but he couldn't find you. He calmly searches the bedroom and kitchen, his worry spiking, he calls out your name. "Y\N? Y\N, love, where are you?"

It was until he quieted himself could he hear the soft and broken sobs of yours in the bathroom. Immediately, Kylo ran to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. "Y\N?" He said, his ear touching the cold, painted exterior of the door. At first, you did not reply, and then when Kylo tried the doorknob again, you complied, reaching up to unlock it as he swung it open. "Y\N!" He looked down at you, your red and swollen eyes gazing down at the floor.

"My love, what is it?" Crouching down next to you, Kylo wrapped an arm around you. You sniffled before replying, "It was Hux, he yelled at me... I messed up, I misheard him. I didn't expect him to scream at me, I-I..." Kylo's eyes darkened. "General Hux?" He growled, he placed a protective kiss on your forehead and then a passionate and reassuring kiss on your lips before bolting out the door. Once he found Hux, he would make him wish he was never born.

Anakin had just come back from a particularly long mission, leading him to become even more clingy and protective of you. So, when you had been crying in the bedroom as he arrived, he was quick to press you for answers, needing to know who would have the heart, (and the balls), to hurt his precious angel. "What is it, sweetness? Talk to me." After a few sniffles and hiccups you speak, your voice cracking with the tears rapidly falling from your eyes. "Chancellor Palpatine... I don't know why.. he said that I-I would never amount to anything, as a Jedi or a person." At this, Anakin's eyes burned with rage. "When was this, angel?" He kept a honey-like tone, not wanting you to realize the hatred in his eyes at what had been said to you. "Earlier, at the Temple." You answer.

Nodding, Anakin presses a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a few moments. "Wait for me, flower, okay?" He tells you, his tone a sweet, sugary comfort, as soft and comforting as silk. He strode for the door, his hand tight on his lightsaber as he went to confront Palpatine. Once he got back, he was sure to clean off anything that might give you a clue has to what he had done. "I'm back, sugar." Anakin announces, wrapping his arms around you securely, shielding you from the cold, outside world. All you needed was him, and all he needed was you. There was nothing that could stop this mutual connection.

Luke spent all day at the farm, he was busy with the starting of the harvest, driven to succeed and make enough this year so that you both can go to the Academy, just as Uncle Lars had promised. However, in the early dusk, once Uncle Lars had announced it was lights out, it seemed the dark had only allowed your tears to flow easier, much like the river. Despite your best efforts to quiet your sobs, to let it all out without a concern in the world, Luke picked up on the slow, melancholic noise. "Y\N? Babe?" He called carefully, his hand on the lightsaber on his hip, cautious and alert for any signs of surrounding or lurking danger. Once he spotted you, curled up, knees to your chest and head buried in between your crossed arms, he ran to you, panicked someone had hurt you. "Y\N? What happened? What's wrong?" Luke questioned, his voice hinting at fear.

You reluctantly lifted your head, after the attempts to wave him off, but he didn't budge. "It's nothing..." You try to assure him, but he wasn't having any of it. "Tell me, please?" He pleaded with you and you relented. "It was Cliegg, I overheard him saying that I was preventing you from working to your best ability on the farm." Luke paused, thinking of the best words to say in response to this stunning statement. He had no idea. He cupped your face in his palms, his crystal eyes sweeping your puffy, red and swollen teary eyes with fervor and sincerity. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and no, you are not preventing me from anything. I love you, okay? Who cares what he says?"

Accidently Hurting You Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: You both were in a heated argument, about how Kylo needed to take more time for himself. At first, he seemed calm and gentle about it, but he progressively got more and more impatient, eventually raising his voice at you. But were you frightened? No. Not even close. You were determined to get him to see your side and you were going to do that by any means necessary.

However, as he got more aggressive and demanding, you had barely any time to react before he pushed you. You yelp slightly, and fall backward. Squeezing your eyes shut and attempting to break your fall. But as your head hit the tile and Kylo finally realized what he had done... he was terrified. Apologetic, regretful. He picked you up in his arms and held you to his chest while cursing himself vigorously as he used the bond between you two to sense if you were alright. Once he was a thousand percent you were alright, he laid you down and let you rest. Cuddling very close to you, peppering your neck, check and whatever else he can reach with slow, apologetic and gentle kisses.

Armitage Hux: He was mad, what could he say? He was not in control, he was overcome with rage, practically radiating energy that screamed he was capable of killing anyone, you could barely comprehend it. But alas, you approached him. Why? Because you loved him. You had asked him twice what the problem was and he ignored you. Dismissing you as if you were a mere fly.

And now, in the shared quarters of his and yours, you decided to actually bring it up. Your words were sweet, coaxing and motherly, as if speaking to a child. Of course, Armitage was more keen to being spoken to as an adult, a superior. And that must've been the reason why he let you fall after jerking his arm away from you a little too fast, warranting you to lose balance and fall. Letting out a pained screech as you fell directly on your arm, resulting in the uneasy and blood-curdling sound of bones either breaking or chipping. That immediately changed his mood, as he recognized it was you, his angel. Instinctively, he checked the damage and carried you to the medical wing, patiently and worriedly watching over and waiting. Certain you were okay, he let you rest, muttering apologies as he waited for you to wake up.

Anakin Skywalker: It all happened in a flash, the instinctive need to protect himself when he felt you touch him, it might have been paranoia but it happened nevertheless. He should've known you were only trying to help, why on Earth would you ever have the intention of hurting him? When his Jedi instincts came in and he jerked around and flipped you around violently, he gasped. The sight of your eyes teary and your mouth opened in a frightened manner... how could he forgive himself? He apologized profusely and started explaining why that happened, why he did that. Eventually, you understood and forgave him, smiling and acting as though it was alright, Anakin came to terms with it as well and finally forgave himself as well.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi was more or less stressed, but all the same good-mannered as always. However, he had lost patience for some things, such as talking to you. Normally, Obi-Wan was all for speaking to you and getting to the root of the problem but today? He's mood was horrid, he was a mixture of tired and on the edge. He had tried to be patient, he really did. But he had ended up raising his voice and insulting you, calling you a name in which he had never thought he would. That being said, you shut down almost immediately, more so scared for Obi-Wan than yourself. He had never, ever raised anything at you, let alone his voice. So what was going on?

Stress is the first most thing that popped into your head, as you had known Obi-Wan for almost your whole Jedi-incorporated life. So, aside from him calming down, apologizing and reasoning with you, you gave him space. As he was on edge and clearly dealing with too much. He would speak to you once he was calm in control and ready too.

Luke Skywalker: The frustration from once again being denied his right to go to the academy with his friends, was a bit too much for Luke. Of course he had cared enough to tell you and you both talked it out but that was nothing compared to what he couldn't help but want. He wanted to go, he needed to, but he had to stay for another year? It was outrageous. And it warranted Luke to do some uncharacteristic, rebellious things, such as.... sneaking off to meet you in the dead of the night and ride around in his speeder, mostly talking and sometimes making out.

That helped him tremendously in the frustration and pent up tension of being forced to stay. But, upon meeting up with him again for another heavenly make-out session and heart-to heart conversation, he was practically screaming about his frustrations and you were both awe-struck and slightly frightened of this state, as you've never seen Luke so furious before. He had snarled how much he would love to spend time with his friends and take a small break away from you, and how clingy you seemed. That hit a bit too forcefully. You spaced yourself away from Luke for x amount of time and he seemed puzzled as to why you did, but he never asked. A few days later, he had finally seemed to have calmed down, and figured out what he did incorrectly. He apologized for offending you and reassured you that he adored the clinginess of your relationship.

hi could you do a Goo kim, James Lee, Jaegyeon Na and Seongji Yuk x female reader who is the queen of Busan, she is chubby and has immense strength (if possible, could she have the same personality as Mitsuri in Demon Slayer) Scenario please, thanks in advance 😊

The Queen of My Heart.

Female Reader.

Requested.

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

(I don't watch Demon Slayer so I don't really know the dept of Mitsuri personality and only got snippets of what she is like)

Jaegyeon Na:

When he first saw [Name], he thought it was joke that [Name] actually ruled over Busan but once he saw how her subordinates respected and feared her it made sense on how they would bow down to [Name], he'll bow down too.

But he was weak to [Name], too weak. He was a man of composure, and rarely let his emotions get the best of him unless his car gets damaged. But goddamn, when it comes to her. He was weak, Jaegyeon may as well be the women in the relationship.

"Jaegyeon!"

Dear that voice of hers was going to be the death of him, he turned around and looked at her with a smile. "Hey [Name], what are you doing here?" He asked, ruffling her hair.

"I'm here for a eating contest! I want you to come and watch me!"

"Eh?"

Jaegyeon now found himself standing in the busy crowd as [Name] wide smile was evident on her face. He wondered on how [Name] could 100 hotdogs in a row, he knows how much strength she has but eating?

He doesn't know if she can do that.

"Are you ready contestants?!"

"Yaahh!"

"The time will begin in... 3... 2... 1.... START!!"

The competitors immediately gobbled down on the hotdogs they were impressive but Jaegyeon was even more shocked at how fast [Name] was eating those hotdogs.

Like they weren't nothing and just air, Jaegyeon and the crowd watches as [Name] plate of hotdogs slowly lessen one by one. Being much faster than the others.

"How the fuck..."

He muttered and before he knew it, [Name] finished her food with a wide smile.

"I'm done!"

"Wow! Impressive! In only 1 minute and 1 second!"

"Huh?!"

[Name] was handed her reward for winning the competition as the crowd cheered on, Jaegyeon just stood in shock. Watching as [Name] came down from the stage and walked up to him. "Jaegyeon! Did you saw me? I did good, didn't I?!" She cheerfully said, jumping up and down in front of him which made him smile.

He put her hair behind her ear and wiped the remaining sauce off her cheek. "Yeah, I did.. you did good.." He said, leaning down kissing her forehead. She chuckled and held his hand as they started to walk away.

"Where do you wanna go after this?"

"Mhmm... how about some food?"

"You just ate..."

"Well, I'm still hungry.."

"Well, I guess we can. And how about we fight some guys after this?"

"Sure!"

Goo Kim:

Damn.

Was all he could really say right now.

Because damn was the right word for the situation in front of him. I mean, who wouldn't? Goo may have just found his ideal woman.

Cute, chubby and totally kicking ass right now. Goo may have never expected this girl could kick ass and be the Queen of Busan, but hey at this point. He wouldn't mind being defeated by the woman.

"Oh? Who are you?"

She asked after noticing Goo standing there in awe as guys bodies piled around her.

"Your future husband."

"Eh..?"

And that was the start of everything, the start of [Name] and Goo relationship. The day their cute relationship started.

"Babyyy!!"

Goo called out to his lovely girlfriend, running to open her base. [Name] looked up, Goo stood frozen when he saw that she was in the middle of a meaning.

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, before closing the door and walking up to her, not caring if they were in a meeting. Goo wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.

"There's my girl, brought you flowers~ [F/F] your favorite~ I even got your favorite sakura mochi."

"Aww! Thank you Goo!"

[Name] said, taking the food and bouquet as she kissed his cheek. Her crew watches as the two became lovey dovey in front of them, their eyes twitched as one covered their mouth from how sick it was.

Sick of how much love the two were pouring out from them.

"Ehem.."

The 2nd in command cough catching their attention, [Name] became flustered once she realized they were still in meeting while Goo pouted, still holding her close.

"Goo.. we know how much you miss [Name] but we are still in a meeting."

Goo scoffed and stuck his tongue out to the guy. "Suck it up your ass, she's my girlfriend." Goo said, annoyed while [Name] chuckled nervously and looked at him.

"It's okay, how about you wait for a bit?"

He sulked on the chair while [Name] continued their meeting. For the entire meeting, he sulked and grumbled underneath his breath, muttering and muttering which caused the others to sweatdropped at his behavior.

The meeting eventually ended and Goo immediately clung to [Name] like a bat, she chuckled and wrapped her arms around him as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent in the process.

"I missed you so muchh..."

Goo looked up as she smiled at him, placing kisses all over his face, after she was done. Goo face was littered with lip marks, his glasses crooked on his nose.

"How about we go on a date..?"

"Of course!"

James Lee:

James have heard rumors, words from people he had beaten whenever he asked about the Queen of Busan.

She was strong, flexible than most, feared by many and respected by the others but she had warmth that was disarming that it left the enemies to second guess whether or not the rumors were true.

And tonight, James Lee was about to meet her- or well, already met her in the ground.

He was greeted by a warm smile on [Name] face, arms behind her back. "So.. you're James Lee? You're pretty handsome in person." [Name] said, tilting her head at him.

He let out a chuckle. "I'm flattered that the Queen of Busan thinks of me that way." James played with the lollipop in his hand,

[Name] let out a chuckle, slowly approaching him. "So, I guess you are here for the same reason?" She asked him.

"Well, I'm not surprised you knew." "It wouldn't, you almost got ever King now.. all that left is me.." "The Queen.." James muttered, crushing the lollipop between his teeth. [Name] smiled, the sweet smile that made everyone let their guard down around her.

But James kept his guard up.

"I wonder... what piece you will take from me... you took a body part from them.. I wonder which one you'll take from me.." [Name] said making James chuckle.

"I wonder too.. it's making me curious.. and excited.."

She then got into stance, still looking at him with a innocent smile. "How about we find out?" James smirked and threw the lollipop stick that he had just been chewing away.

[Name] cracked her knuckles. "Gladly."

"Checkmate."

[Name] eyes widened, she was on her knees. Bruised and battered from fighting James, she could hardly believe it. She thought she could manage it, but James was too calculative to even begin.

No wonder the others were defeated by him, he was fast, flexible and calculative and [Name] underestimated him too much. He towered over her, eyeing her frame kneeling down.

He opened a brand new lollipop and plop it into his mouth. "Guess you lost, like the others." James said leaning down and gently lifted her chin to make her face him, he could see the look of surprised plastered across her face.

"Now.. just like all the others.. what piece should I take from you..?"

[Name] eyes looked up at him, waiting the word. Waiting and waiting, wondering what body piece will be gone from her like the rest.

Was it going to be her eyes like Hudson? Or her fingers like Seongji?

James pondered, bruises on his face and body. She was a clear threat, he needed to take something to keep her from reaching her true potential.

While he pondered, [Name] thoughts began to reel on every possible. Wondering how her routine would be once James take something from her.

"A date..." [Name] eyes widened and looked at him confusingly. "What...?" She let out, James smiled at her. "A date, 10 dates." James said making her even more confused than ever before.

"What do you mean? What are you implying?" "Nothing, just 10 dates and that would be it.." She tilted her head, looking at him if he was joking but he wasn't. He kept the smirk on his face, not wavering one bit. It confused [Name] to no end on why he would suggest a date.

But the more she thought about it, she realized it was better than her body part being taken away from her and having to navigate without it.

"Alright.."

James smirked when he heard [Name] approval, he helped her get up and dusted off the dirt on her clothes. "Well, I'm glad you accepted." He said, [Name] narrowed her eyes at him.

"I thought would take something from me..." James chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I can't do to a woman. I'm too much of a gentlemen to do so." James could see suspicion brewing in her face, looking at any sign of trickery but found none.

"Well then, let's get you cleaned up." He said, putting his hand on the small of her back as they walked away.

[Name] was confused at James suggestion of a date between the two of them, she wondered if he was going insane or something. She was still on her guard if ever James decided to pull the curtain and revealed he was joking.

But it didn't came.

Thoughts of wonder began to fill her head and while her head was filled with doubts and questions, James internally let out a sigh of relief that she agreed to the date.

Because James could not think of a single thing that could keep her from her potential, if he took something from her, she would just adapt on her way.

Until he realized he could date her, prevent her from reaching her potential like he did to the others. She was a threat like them, and if he kept her close to him, James can control her and prevent from defeating him.

Making her fall in love with me, taking her heart is the piece that he would take to prevent her from reaching her full potential.

Seongji Yuk:

Seongji didn't get jealous, of course he wouldn't.

He rarely gets jealous, I mean, why would he? Nobody gave a reason to be jealous.

But now? He was seething with jealousy.

Why you asked? Well, because his dear girlfriend, [Name], was coddling the brats that kept following him. Those kids that said that they were going to follow his step.

The kids that believed in his words about the Shaman.

He was glad someone believed him, well, a group of people did.

But he found it annoying at times they would come up here but it was nice to have company at times whenever his girlfriend couldn't visit, well because she was the Queen of Busan, she had her own group there too.

And now?

She was coddling those kids, specifically Vin JIn. After finding out from Mary what the village was doing to him.

He was supposed to be one she should be coddling like always.

"Here! Have some cream puff from the bakery that I bought from!"

[Name] said shoving the pastry into Vin Jin mouth who coughed and tried to get away, the others laughed at the situation Vin Jin was in. While Seongji watches with narrowed eyes.

Jaewoo was the first one to notice Seongji sour mood though he always had the same face on like always but he could sense his teacher mood, he then stood up wanting the couple to have some time.

"We-Well! We should get going! School is about to start!" "Huh? What the hell Jaewoo? I thought we were skipp-" "Let's go guys!" He dragged the rest of the guys while Mary followed behind, noticing why Jaewoo did so.

And it was just him and his girlfriend [Name], she looked at him and smiled. "Are you jealous?" She asked, Seongji could only grumbled before walking to her and kneeling down and placed his head on her lap.

[Name] giggled, running her hand through his hair. "Don't worry, you're still my favorite boy!" She said, smiling brightly at him. Seongji could feel his cheeks getting hot but looked away.

"Yeah... not like I care about it.."

[Name] just giggled at his words, the two sat there silence. Letting the comfortable silence sit there until Seongji asked.

"When are you gonna go back to Busan?" He asked, looking up at him. "Well.. maybe in five days or so.." She said, kissing his forehead.

"Do you want me to stay more days here?"

Seongji looked down, though the offer was tempting. He knew he can't keep [Name] here, she also has a life in Busan too and knows that she still has a crew with a association to run unlike him.

"No.. I can't hold you up here any longer... you've already stayed here for more than two weeks now.."

[Name] giggled and nodded. "You're right.. I still need to tend to my crew first... they're probably going nuts right now..." She said, he just grumbled and buried his face against her stomach.

...

"A meeting between the Kings and Queen will take place tomorrow..." [Name] broke the silence once more, he shook his head. "I'm not going... I don't even knw why they made me the King of Cheonliang.." He muttered, she giggled and nodded.

"Well, I know why.." Seongji just hummed, enjoying her presence before he looked up and stared through the bushes. "You know we can see you guys.." He said as the bushes moved and hushed tones came about.

"U-UH! NO ONE IS HERE!" "Shut up idiot!" Seongji sighed and rolled his eyes while [Name] giggled, continuing to run her hand through his hair. "You have a energetic crew Seongji..." She said while he rolled his eyes. "Yeah... really energetic.."

feel free to ignore this if you are not comfortable with this. May i ask Gun, Jihan & Hudson x female reader received sexual messages from an unknown number (like asking for their breast and butt measurements or asking nude photos) and she scared so she asked her boyfriend for help, how world they react ? Have a nice day/good night.

How They Would React When You Received A Sexual Text From An Unknown Number.

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Hudson Ahn:

[Name] eyes widened at the text, [Name] felt incredibly disgusting at the text that she had received.

A unknown had sent [Name] a message, asking for a nude photo. And they were basically threatening her, like threatening to coming her house, and doing unspeakable things to her if her don't comply.

[Name] was basically shaking at this point, they felt like throwing up.

Hudson walked into their bed room and saw [Name] shaking while looking at their phone, he wondered on what was going on and walked towards her.

"Is something wrong [Name]?"

He called out when his eyes widened when he saw the frightened look on her face. "What happened? Is something wrong?" Hudson asked holding her shoulders.

"Hudson..." His heart ached when he saw [Name] teary eyes, he caress her face. "What is it? Did something happened? You can tell me." [Name] burst out cry8ing while handing him her phone.

Hudson looked at it before taking the phone and looking at the contents.

He swore he saw red as he saw more and more texts were being to his, HIS GIRLFRIEND, he tighten his grip on the phone before calming himself down and looking down at his terrified, crying girlfriend.

"Shh, it's going to be alright. this guy won't bother you, I'll handle it dear."

Hudson comforted her throughout until she eventually fell asleep, he pulled the covers on her and looked back at the phone.

Well, he already thought of a plan to teach this guy a lesson.

-

"Hehehe, I can't believe it."

The guy said while looking at the photo he received from the number he got, he licked his lips, as he was now in the alleyway, since the girl had asked him to meet her.

She had sent him a picture of her body, not showing her face at all but he doesn't mind. "I'm so lucky today!" He cackled as he then heard someone calling out to him.

He looked to where the voice was and saw a beautiful woman, standing by. "Are you...?" She asked while showing "her" phone and text messages, he nodded vigorously.

"It's him."

She looked to the side, confusing him but it turned to fear once he saw three intimidating guys come out.

"So... this is the guy?"

Jackie asked walking closer to the guy who was shaking. "So this is the despicable bastard..." Channing said while cracking his knuckles.

"Well, then I'll be going. You better pay me double."

The woman said as Hudson nodded and handed her [Name] home and walking away, the guy was shivering in his shoes. He didn't know what was going on.

"U-Ummm... did I do something wro- AGH!"

Channing gripped his mouth. "Oi oi, don't act like you did something wrong, you fucking bastard." Channing tightened his grip as the guy felt like he's going to gte killed.

"Let me talk to him."

"Alright."

Hudson had the guy backed up in the corner while Jackie and Channing were guarding the area, the guy gulped. "If I ever did something wrong, I'll pay you, I swe- ACCCHHH!!" The guy yelled out in pain.

"Oi, nothing you pay will ever bring my girlfriend comfort after what you did."

The guys eyes widened. "O-OH! That was your girlfriend, I didn't know, I swear!" He pleaded. "Oh, that was not my girlfriend, the owner of this phone number, IS MY GIRLFRIEND. How fucking dare you asked her for this..." Hudson said, as he was seeing red after remembering [Name] scared face.

"You are dead."

"AAAGHHHHH!"

Jihan Kwak:

"EEEWWWWW!!"

Jihan flinched when he heard the yell coming from the living room, he went back inside the house and saw his girlfriend looking at her phone with disgust, he rasied an eyebrow and walked towards her.

"What's wrong babe?" Jihan asked sitting down next to her and wrapped his arm around her, she looked at him mortified and then showed her phone to him.

JIhan eyes widened as he stood up. "What the fuck?!" He yelled out as [Name] crossed her arms and sighed. "I know right?" Jihan was basically tightening his grip on her phone.

"What the fuck is this?! Only I can have pictures of your boobs!"

"Okay, shut the fuck up and I know that. But what type of person asked someone for a boob pic?"

"Probably someone who had never luck with girls."

The two laughed as Jihan looked back at the text messages as a smirk went across his face and then looked at [Name].

"Hey, I have a plan."

-

So, the past few days. Jihan and [Name] had been texting the mysterious guy. [Name] had "teasing" the mysterious guy, not wanting to send a him... ehem, pic and will only send it after they met.

And one day, when the guy finally had enough. He asked to meet up which [Name] agrees and Jihan was ready to beat up the guy for asking his girlfriend boob photos.

Jihan opened the door and saw [Name] dressing up, he felt jealous bubbling inside of him. Seeing his precious girlfriend dressing up for some guys that he was going to beat up later, it frustrated him.

[Name] saw him frowning from the mirror, she chuckled and sat up and walked towards JIhan and wrapped her arm around his waist. "Aww, are you jealous Ji-han?" She teased as Jihan pouted and looked to the side.

"Of course, I would be."

"Don't worry, you will get a reward later."

-

Jihan watches from the wall as [Name] approached the guy, he tighten his fist and gritted his teeth as he watched the excited look on his face when he saw his girlfriend.

Then he saw the signal, and swooped in. He punch the guy in the face, causing him to fall down on the ground.

"Oi, oi. You bastard." Jihan picked him by the collar. "Did you actually think that you would get girls by this way? You sicko." He glared at him making him squeak.

He punched him in the face as he fell down back on the ground, the guy looked up and saw [Name] on top of him. She was glaring hard at him.

"Did you actually think I would enjoy this? There's no way in life that a girl would be with you, you pathetic low-life bitch."

She stood up and kicked him in the stomach and continued doing so, Jihan licked his lips after seeing how hot his girlfriend looks right now.

After [Name] felt like she was satisfied, and walked away from the guy.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll show the text messages that you had sent me. you freak."

Gun Park:

[Name] mindlessly looked at the message that she had received about a minute ago, she sighed and stood up and went to the bed room.

Gun was sitting down on the bed while looking at the files that he had received, [Name] crawled towards him catching Gun attention. He looked up. "[Name], what is it?" He asked as [Name] showed him the contents.

He scanned through the text messages, he sighed and pulled his girlfriend closer to him and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, I'll deal with him." [Name] nodded and snuggled against his body.

-

Grunts were heard throughout the warehouse, Gun watched in amusement, it was easy to find out the guys location thanks to Kouji after paying him a hefty amount of money.

Gun signal them to stop and they did so, Gun walked closer to the guy on the floor and kneeled down.

"I think number xxx-xxx-x98 sounds familiar right?"

The guys wondered on but he felt a dreaded feeling inside of him. "That's my girlfriend you, and how dare you send her a text, wanting a nude photo?" Gun said with glare as he gripped the guy hair.

"I'll make sure you never do that again."

-

"Gun?"

He looked up as he saw [Name] standing by the hallway, he walked up to her and hugged her tight.

"Why'd you arrive home so late?"

"Sorry, I got caught at something."

[Name] hummed and leaned against his touch. "Did you took care of it?" She asked as Gun hummed and nodded. "Of course, that guy won't bother you anymore." [Name] smiled and kissed him.

"Thank you."

Hello !! Can i request Taesoo Ma & Hudson Ahn (Lookism) about them (separately) finds their female reader sleeping wearing one of their shirts bc them away for a while ? You know like she Miss them so her wearing to be not lonely ? Sorry if this not make sense. Thanks

Them Finding You Wearing Their Shirt.

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Taesoo Ma:

Taesoo was stunned, his eyes widened at the sight in front of him. HIS dear wife, wearing his shirt while she slept.

The shirt was big on her considering his much bigger frame, he was squealing on the inside right now and on the outside, he was hiding his face behind his hands.

Not wanting to wake you up, his face was red as cherry as he walked away. Going to change but he would look back to her frame, he eventually finished changing. Taesoo slowly got into the bed and wrapped his arms around her, which caused her to groan and move which made him panicked.

Afraid that he had woken her up, but she settled and snuggled against him. Taesoo smiled and pulled her closer to him, his eyes never leaving the t-shirt that was on her body.

He still can't believe that his wife was wearing his t-shirt while she slept, Taesoo took a deep sigh and buried his face against her hair which caused [Name] to wake up. She slightly opened her eyes and saw her husband by her side.

"Taesoo?" The said male looked down. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up dear." Taesoo said kissing her forehead, [Name] hummed and rubbed her face against his (big) chest. "It's alright... as long you are here by my side." [Name] said as Taesoo hummed.

"I see that you are wearing my shirt..." "Yeah, I missed you so... I wore your shirt. I hope it's alright.." Taesoo smiled. "No, it's completely fine. I wouldn't mind you wearing my shirt more often." [Name] giggled and kissed his lips. "Thanks..." She said as she went back to sleep, Taesoo had a huge smile and closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.

Hudson Ahn:

Hudson sighed and closed the door behind him, he came back home late and felt guilty for leaving his girlfriend alone for so long, and especially when he promised he would come home early.

He sighed and put the coat on the coat hanger and went to the bedroom, too tired to eat the dinner that was left for him by [Name]. He turned on the light and saw [Name] sleeping on their bed, cuddling the pillow.

But the sight made his eyes widened, because of what she was wearing. And that was his shirt.

He stood there frozen that he didn't notice [Name[ waking up, sitting up and rubbing her eyes and saw Hudson by the doorway frozen. She smiled and got out of the bed.

"Hudson." The male saw the shirt go lower, making it seem like she was naked underneath his shirt. "Welcome home." [Name] hugged Hudson who snapped out of it and slowly hugged her back. "I'm sorry I woke you up."

"It's alright."

[Name] let go of the hug and sat back on the bed as Hudson went to change, not minding that his girlfriend was also there since a lot of the times they had changed right in front of each other. So it wasn't weird for the both of them.

But while Hudson was changing, he kept looking at [Name] who was wearing his shirt and was practically in a daze, trying to keep herself awake. Hudson finished changing and sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around his waist.

[Name] leaned against him as Hudson fiddled with the t-shirt. "You look good on my t-shirt." [Name] blushed red as she looked down on her lap and fiddled with her fingers. "I hope you don't mind." [Name] mumbled as Hudson smiled.

"You can keep wearing them if you want to." Hudson lifted her chin up so they can look at each other. "I want you to keep wearing them." [Name] giggled and hugely smiled.

"Alright."