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[miedei]

on neurotransmitters and receiving pleasure.

you can't sleep, and spencer takes it upon himself to explain (and enact) how he can help.

cw: fem!reader, established relationship, smut, fingering, lots and lots of hormone talk, slighttt overstim, spencer is hot and gets blue balls but he's too obsessed w you to care

a/n: taking a class that involves a lot of memorising hormones and was thinking about spencer explaining it <33 im also just a sucker for intimate sleepy smut sue me, first proper smut fic!

wc: 2.2k

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Dating Spencer Reid has been decidedly wonderful. He’s sweet, and above all else, attentive. Only a few months into your relationship, he’s somehow learned more about you than you thought was possible, putting that knowledge to good use.

It began with simple things like knowing your coffee order by heart, and remembering the names of your family members after you brought them up. However, it quickly became far deeper than that. He would be bringing oranges to your apartment when you’d gone through a stretch of cold after cold, making sure you don’t run out of the very specific brand of candles you like. You name it, he’s learned it and utilised it for you.

However, a side effect of his perceptive actions is that you feel horribly guilty about taking up too much of his time. He’s so busy, his job and friends and mother are so important to him, that you’re loath to take him away from the things he loves. As a result, you find yourself falling into the insecure trap of making yourself as little a burden as possible, trying to ensure that the things he does for you are because he wants to, not because you need him to. 

That’s part of what’s led you here, laying next to him in his far-too-comfortable bed, wide awake. 

By all accounts, you should be fast asleep at this point. It’s nearing two am, the curtains drawn so there’s only a soft glow of moonlight coming into the room. Spencer’s left arm is laid over your middle, fingers twitching occasionally to stroke the skin exposed by your (his) shirt riding up. You’re set up for the perfect night of sleep with your perfect boyfriend, but for some reason your mind will not shut up.

Your thoughts are racing from place to place, flitting around like an overexcited butterfly. The interaction you had at the local cafe this morning, the project you’re working on at work, the movie you watched with Spencer a few hours ago, the comfort of the heat radiating from his body. 

Letting a soft grumble of frustration escape your lips, you shift, turning to press your back against Spencer’s chest in a vain attempt to use his body warmth to lull you to sleep. Instead, you wind up thinking about him. Him and his pretty eyes, his lips, his hands, one of which is now resting over your stomach. 

Great. Now you’re never falling asleep. 

You decide to call it, wracking your brain on how to get out of his hold so you can at least wallow in your self pity in the living room without waking him up. Slowly shuffling out from under his arm seems to be the best option, at least to your sleep-deprived brain.

Slowly inching over the mattress, his hand drags over your skin, the slackness of his body allowing you to maneuver yourself halfway out of his grip, when suddenly his hand comes to life, fingers digging softly into your stomach.

“Wh’s going on?” His voice is deeper than it ever is, a slight rasp rattling through his slurred words, which only serves to wake you up further. 

You cringe internally, bringing a hand up to cover his. 

“Nothing, Spence. Just going into the living room.” He lets out a sleepy groan, attaching himself solidly to your back so there’s no chance of you leaving.

“Why? What happened?” His voice is slowly becoming more clear, lucidity returning to him quicker than you can attempt to soothe him back to sleep. 

“I’m fine, nothing happened. Just couldn’t fall asleep, is all.”

He hums softly, the vibrations reverberating against the back of your head. You can feel him waking up, lips moving against your hair.

“What’s wrong? Can’t stop thinking?” You bite back a groan. Of course he knows what’s wrong, even minutes after waking up. Turning in his arms, you bury your face in his chest, mumbling a plaintive yeah. 

His hand comes up to play with your hair, the soothing feeling bringing a sense of calm you haven’t had in hours.

“What have you tried? Maybe not counting sheep, because a study at Oxford proved that to be unhelpful, but visualising calm scenes apparently helps.” You shake your head, face still pressed against his sternum.

“Tried it. Didn’t work.” 

He lets out a small, reassuring sound that sends shivers down your spine. 

“I’m sorry, angel.”

You lay there for a while, but sleep never comes to take you. You’re sure he must be sleepy, but he stays awake, speaking after a long fifteen minutes of silence.

“Hey… Do you want my help?”

Poking your head up to see his face, you question him. 

“Help me sleep? How’re you going to do that?” He tilts his head down, and you can just make out the brown of his eyes as he looks at you.

“Orgasms have been proven to be very effective in putting someone to sleep. Y’want me to?” He speaks casually, as if he’s not suggesting anything out of the ordinary. You, however, lose all composure, flushing immediately.

“Spence, I— You’re tired.” He tilts his head to the side, and you observe his eyes sharpen in that unexplainable way they do whenever you’re especially intimate with each other.

“I’m not too tired. Not for you.” It’s like he wants you to melt for him. You can’t help but duck your head, a mortified squeak escaping your lips. He chuckles quietly, hand smoothing the hair at the back of your head as he waits for you to reply.

It takes a few minutes for you to pipe up.

“Do you… Does it really help?” 

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“It should. I can explain it to you while I do, if you want.” It takes a beat, but you’re nodding, craning your head up so you can kiss him. 

“Okay, baby. Lay back for me? The supine position should make it easier for you, and it’s the best way for you to sleep after if you don’t want neck pain.”

As he speaks, his hand shifts, gripping your waist softly as he helps you lay back against the pillows. He props himself up with an elbow, so he’s hovering slightly next to you. His hand smooths down the fabric of your pyjama top, rubbing soft circles against your stomach with his thumb.

“Sleep deprivation can be caused by a lot of things. Stress, changes in schedules, intake of caffeine.” It shouldn’t be attractive. It really shouldn’t, but you can’t help but let out a shuddering sigh as he speaks, kissing your neck between words. His lips are soft, moulding to the sensitive skin there with reverence that makes you giddy.

His hand begins to move, tracing its way down your front, past your pelvis until it settles on your thigh. There it stays, making broad, sweeping motions on your upper thigh that make you want to squirm. 

“Spence…”

He chuckles, pressing one last kiss to the column of your throat before pulling back so he can look at you.

“I’m going to get there, don’t worry.” 

You curse at him in your mind, but you can’t bring yourself to make a sound at the moment. Not when his hand is moving dangerously close to the hem of your shorts. 

At first contact with the linen material, he pauses the motions, lingering there to play with the fabric. Bending your neck, you watch him, enraptured by the minute movements of his nimble fingers, skin hardened by years of holding his gun. Even the sight of it has you sighing, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you.

The air is thick around you as he slips his hand under the fabric, softly kneading at your inner thighs, only centimetres away from where you need him most. Your hips move without your go ahead, arching down in an attempt to get him closer. The movement doesn’t do anything to get him there, but it clearly causes him to take pity on you. 

A smile breaks out on his lips, and he kisses your jaw once before letting his fingers trail up to your core. You flush at the feeling of your wetness on his hand, but he lets out a soft groan, eyes trained down at the bulge of his hand under your shorts. 

“Oh, angel…” 

You can’t reply, shuddering breaths racking through your body as his fingers trace up and down your drooling slit. It’s overwhelming, the teasing glimpses of pleasure rolling over you until all you can perceive is him. 

“You know, sleep deprivation can lead to things like loss of libido. Your circadian rhythms are actually really important to keeping your sex drive steady.” 

His middle finger trails up, brushing soft touches against your clit, and you arch your back in response, a soft moan pulling itself from the back of your throat.

“It can be a bit of a vicious cycle, loss of sleep and loss of sex drive. But getting yourself back on track can help with both aspects of your life.”

He moves away from your clit, eliciting a whine that has him kissing your chin in apology. It’s quickly forgotten when the slick-covered digit is slipping into you, the sudden fullness making you squirm against the sheets. 

It’s slow, his finger thrusting lazily into you as you pant into the room. Your hands grapple for purchase in the sheets beneath you, your left brushing his free hand. Snatching it up, he helps you stay afloat as the heat bubbles up inside you.

“Arousal and orgasms induce release of the hormones dopamine and oxytocin. Dopamine is received at different receptors in your body, making you feel comfortable and happy. It’s strongly connected to our reward systems.”

His hand not currently occupied with you brings your hand up to his face, pressing a kiss to your palm as his thumb seeks out your clit, swiping over the sensitive point with practiced precision. It causes you to let out a low, keening moan that encourages him further, his voice gravelly as he continues to speak.

“Oxytocin is released into your bloodstream by the pituitary gland, and is linked with our feelings of love. It’s part of what binds us to our loved ones. It’s controlled by a positive feedback loop, so the more you feel pleasure from it and other stimulants, just like that, the more that’s released.” He pauses to watch you contort with rapture, hips bucking against him as he inserts another finger into you. 

You can’t see him, eyes screwed shut with pleasure, but you can imagine him well enough. 

His eyes are still hazy with sleepiness, but the glaze of adoration that settles over him whenever he has you like this is surely there too. His hair is messy, falling all over him, but you know he won’t do anything about it, too focused on the task at hand. 

“An orgasm will also lower your cortisol levels. That means that you’ll feel less stressed and preoccupied, which should help you sleep.”

You feel a little insane, his low voice sending you hurtling towards greater pleasure. It seems it doesn’t matter what he’s saying, whenever Spencer speaks to you like that, you can’t help but be putty in his hands. 

He falls silent now, kissing you once before fixing his intent gaze on you, and you know he’s determined to get you there. His thumb is perfectly synchronized with the two fingers still moving steadily in and out of you, a routine he’s perfected over countless moments just like this one. 

He knows steadiness is what gets you over that last hurdle. His hand never falters, the feeling of his calloused fingers dragging against the most intimate parts of your body causing you to puff out shallow gasps. You feel like you’re floating, the feelings so overwhelming that you barely register the feeling of the sheets rustling under your body. 

It keeps going, going, going until it happens. One final circle of his thumb against your clit and you fall apart, a cry of his name ringing out in the silence of the room. He doesn’t let up, fingers thrusting lazily in you until you’re whimpering, pushing his forearm with weak hands. 

Pulling his hand out of your shorts, he leans over to the nightstand, grabbing a tissue to clean his fingers. Once done, he settles back next to you, pulling the covers snugly under your chin and pulling you toward him. One of his arms lays under your neck, letting you nose into his side and exhale softly.

He’s saying something, voice velvety and comforting, but you can’t register any of it. The chemicals in your brain are swirling pleasantly, and you’re asleep before you can even think about it.

[strawberriesoup]

don’t come crying₊˚⊹♡

♡ genre: minho x reader, oneshot, friends to lovers, angst, fluff

♡ warnings: swearing, kissing, heartbreak

♡ wc: 2.7k

♡ a/n: HAPPY VALENTINES DAYY here’s a quick, bite-sized minho oneshot that i somehow wrote yesterday and today. it’s not proofread in any way so good luck reading (JK I HOPE YOU ENJOYY)

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Objectively speaking, Minho is an asshole.

Said asshole is currently sprawled over your couch, eating your cookies, and he has the nerve to berate you about who you chose to go out with on Valentine's Day? He’s insufferable.

Your eye twitches as Minho scornfully regards the picture of your date— which you had only sent him after he had nagged you nonstop for ten minutes— pointing out that his hair color didn’t quite suit him, and also that he should probably shave more often.

Having had quite enough, you snatch the phone from his grasp, earning yourself a loud “Hey!” of protest. Shutting the screen off, you toss it on the ground and cross your arms, glaring at his form on the couch next to you. If you were a jerk like Minho, you definitely would have smacked him by now. But, since you’re not, you press your mouth into a straight line and blink widely at him.

“You done?” You ask thinly.

Minho stretches before responding, whole body quivering with the effort.

“No, but I suppose I should shut up now if I want any more of those cookies,” He examines a nail with apparent disintrest.

“Good choice,” It takes everything in you to not wipe that goddamn expression off his face. He just looks so… ugh. You can’t even look at him right now. The sight of his face incites a type of rage in you that should probably be studied. “Why do you care so much anyways, huh? It’s not like your date is any better,” then you gasp, tapping the side of your head in mock remembrance, “Oh, wait, that’s right! You don’t have a date, do you?”

The roll of his eyes and curl of his lip give you your answer before he can even speak.

“That’s what I thought. Now you can shut up and eat the fucking cookie,” You snap, pushing yourself up from the couch. Minho’s voice trails after you as you storm off to your room.

“Just don’t come crying to me when he stands you up tomorrow!”

Your door slams shut before you have to hear another word from his mouth.

This is dumb. He’s a perfectly fine guy! Minho’s just being overdramatic for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Have you been wrong about guys before? Yes. Has Minho been right the majority of the time? Also yes. But that doesn’t mean he’s right this time.

You sigh dreamily just thinking about it. Just last week, he had asked you to be his valentine with a huge bouquet of crimson roses and box of chocolates. Call it childish, but you have been absolutely giddy ever since. The world seems three shades brighter, and you walk with an extra skip in your step. That is, until a certain someone had to go and open his big, opinionated, mouth.

His words circle in your mind, but you shake your head quickly to clear it. Minho’s probably just in a foul mood because you have a date and he doesn’t. Why he’s taking it out on you though is beyond you, but you try not to take it to heart too much.

You have a good feeling about this one. You just know it will go well tomorrow, and you can’t wait to rub your success in Minho’s smug face.

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You have a bad feeling about this.

Your date-to-be is sitting across from you, leaning back and listening to you talk. You two had decided to touch base at a cafe before tomorrow, just to go over plans. As you are reviewing the meetup time, you swear you can sense a hint of annoyance in the curve of his lip. His knee taps up and down, as if impatient. No, that can’t be right. Minho’s words had just gotten to you, that’s all. Nevertheless, your stomach sinks a bit as your date finishes off his coffee and stands up.

“Yup, sounds good.” He tosses his empty cup in the trash, “I gotta go, but i’ll see you tomorrow,”

Without so much as a wave goodbye, you watch him head out. The door announces his departure with a pleaseant ring.

There you sit, half-finished latte in hand. He didn’t even offer to pay.

You hate to admit it, but Minho might be right. You don’t understand. What did you do wrong? Did you come off as too eager? Minho does always tell you that you’re too clingy, you guess. But it just doesn’t make sense, you had seen your date just the other day and he was all smiles, holding your hand as you walked and wrapping his jacket around your shoulders when you shivered. You must have done something wrong for him to be acting like this, there’s no other explanation. Unless he’s just had a particularly bad day.

You nod as you push out your chair and stand. That might just be it. Still, Minho’s words of warning run rampant in your mind, despite your efforts to push them to the back of your mind.

Everything will be fine, Minho’s just a hater.

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Just because he’s not here yet doesn’t mean he’s not showing up.

This morning you had put on the cute little dress you had planned with a hum on your lips, a good nights sleep having managed to put some pep back into your step. When you had finished touching up your hair, you were not at all surprised to find Minho spread across your couch, watching a show and eating a bowl of cereal like he owned the place. You’re quite used to it at this point, he doesn’t know how to stay at his own house for the life of him. No words were exchanged, Minho merely glancing in your direction in greeting before returning his attention to the show.

Good. You like him better when that big mouth of his is shut.

You tap a heel nervously, the inside of your cheeks sore and raw from how much you had been chewing on them. How long has it been now? Half an hour? It might even be more, it feels like you have been standing beside this bus stop for ages. Countlesss couples had passed by, fingers intertwined as they tuck their partners hair behind their ear, or stifling giggles as whispered jokes are exchanged.

He’s not coming, is he?

Of course he’s not, you were a fool for thinking he would. Your unanswered text stares up at you, the read receipt sitting gut-droppingly below it. Hot tears prick at your eyes as you hunch your shoulders into yourself. What do you even do now? Just… go home?

Your feet move on their own, carrying you in the direction you came. When you started running, you’re not sure, but the chilly breeze stings your flushed face as you push your way through the busy sidewalk.

You pull out your phone as you run, tapping on Minho’s contact. Your blurred vision makes it nearly impossible to type a sentence. A simple, ‘you were right’ is all it reads.

Sent.

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Minho had graciously not blessed you with his presence when you stumble through your front door, cheeks stained with tears and nose running. You don’t even know if he read the message, but you’re sure once he does, he’s going to be a smug little shit about it, as per usual.

It’s all you can do to not hurl yourself onto your bed and just sleep for the next three days. Maybe you’ll wake up and this will all be some bad dream.

Your disheveled appearance in the mirror stares back at you dully, assuring you that this is not a dream, and you did indeed just get stood up on Valentine's Day.

The cold of the mirror chills your hand as you lean forward on it, breaking eye contact with yourself. Your mind still can’t comprehend it. Why? Why are you always second best? Every single time you open your stitched up heart up to someone, they rip out the seams and leave you with the pieces. Frustrated tears sear behind your eyes, but you purse your lips and shove them back down. There’s no point in crying.

A single knock. Your front door opens before you can take a breath to answer it. Only one person would be so bold as to enter your place without so much as waiting for a response. The one and only, Lee fucking Minho.

You can hear him shuffling around the front door, most likely kicking off his shoes. There is absolutely no way you are going out to greet him, he’s only here to rub it in your face that he was right the whole time. And while yes, that is in fact true, it’s really the last thing you need to be hearing right now. Your fist unintentionally curls in on itself as you hear his footsteps approaching your door.

You cross from your mirror to your bed, flopping down and burying your face in the pillow. Maybe it will block out his voice when he comes in and starts yapping.

A long moment passes. You don’t hear his movements anymore. Then, softly, three knocks sound against the wood of your door.

You decidedly do not answer. He really can’t take a hint, huh?

Instead of opening the door immediately like usual, Minho waits a moment before knocking again. The knocks are just as soft and careful as before. The switch in mannerisms has your eyebrows furrowed. What’s the matter with him?

“What do you want, Minho.” Your voice is muffled, face still stuffed in the pillow.

This time, your door opens. The soft padding of his footsteps cross your room, but you don’t raise your head. You’re not sure what keeps you hidden. Embarrassment? Anger? Both? Nevertheless, you won’t be showing your face anytime soon.

The edge of your bed dips as he sits on the edge of it, not a word uttered. Yet. You tense as he takes a breath in, preparing your heart and mind for whatever he’s going to spew at you.

And yet, no such thing happens. A hand lightly sets itself on your shoulder, making you jump slightly in surprise. As he draws his hand soothingly across your back, your shoulders drop and you let out a shaky sigh.

When you finally gather the courage to look up at him, you find his gaze fixed on his lap. There, he holds a small handful of assorted wildflowers. You look from Minho, to the flowers, then back to him. Since when were his lashes this… pretty?

“It hurts, you know.”

His voice, nearly a whisper, cuts through the silence. He keeps his eyes locked on the flowers as he fiddles with one of the petals.

“Seeing you give some loser a chance,” he continues, “And you get hurt. Every. Time.” He searches your face, that little wrinkle between his eyebrows visible. “When are you going to decide you’ve had enough?”

You’re trapped in those big brown eyes of his, filled with a mixture of concern and genuine confusion. Despite his efforts to be the biggest nuisance in your life, he cares about you, even if he rarely shows it.

At your lack of response, Minho sighs and drops his hand from your shoulder, bringing it to his little bouquet of flowers. His little bouquet that suspiciously resembles the flowers planted outside of your building, along the sidewalk.

You flip over, facing the ceiling. It’s easier than facing him.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. I just… I just want to be loved, y’know? Every single time, I think: ‘this one’s different’,” You let out a rueful laugh, “guess you were right, huh, genius?” You prod him in the side with one finger.

Not even a witty retort falls from Minho’s lips. In favor of an answer, he offers to you the bunch of flowers.

You turn your head, watching as a pink petal flutters from the bouquet and lands gracefully on your sheets. Your eyes never leave his face as you reach out slowly and accept his gift.

A beat of silence falls as you bring the petals to your nose. The quiet is unusual. With Minho, the bickering is practically non-stop, a quick response always on the tip of both of your tongues. But now, only the quiet whistle of his breath fills the room.

“Is this..?” You tilt your head at him as you draw yourself into a seated position.

He blinks a couple times. You wonder if he’s ever asked anyone to be his valentine before.

“It’s- yeah.” He states simply, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth.

Minho’s demeanor is somewhat relaxed, but the way he keeps twisting his ring to the tip of his finger and back gives tell to his nervousness. His lips are pursed a bit at the corners, his little dimples making an appearance.

This is a side of him you rarely see. In fact, he’s never acted this way before. His blunt quips replaced with a type of openness that seems foreign even to himself.

You know what. Fuck it.

Grabbing his chin, you draw close to him. His eyes widen and he freezes in place. You take in his features with a squint. The angle of his brow, the fullness of his lips, that little beauty mark at the end of his nose. Instead of making your stomach twist in annoyance, his face ignites a little flame in your chest. You’ve always known Minho as an attractive man, you’d have to be blind to think otherwise, but you’ve never seen him quite in this light.

This whole time, he’s been trying to protect you. In his own, strange, Minho way.

His throat bobs as he swallows, lips parting. The sight of his bunny teeth peeking from beneath his lip is the final straw. You close the distance, capturing his lips in a swift kiss.

The moment is brief, and you pull away just as quickly as you had leaned in, his chin still grasped between your fingers.

He blinks rapidly for a couple of seconds, a habit of his you’ve picked up.

You break into a smile at his reaction, giddy at finally having the upper hand.

“You know, you could at least— oof!” Halfway through your sentence, you are interrupted by Minho’s grip on your arm as he yanks you towards him.

He catches you as you fall backwards over his lap, his arm supporting your back. You’re at a loss for words, your mouth opening and closing dumbly a couple of times. Minho lets out a huff of laughter and rolls his eyes.

“You’re actually an idiot, hope you realize that,” he observes.

“Just kiss me, you asshole,”

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you drag him down to you. You can feel him smile against your lips as he tightens his grip around you, one hand drifting through your hair while the other holds you steady.

This. It feels right. More right than any of those other guys had made you feel, despite their fancy gifts and extravagant shows of so-called ‘love’. Maybe the reason none of them had worked out was because deep down, you truly only want one person. And that person is here, holding you between his own two arms, quenching the thirst for him that you didn’t even realize you had until you tried a sip. His lips move in harmony with yours. He’s firm, but not desperate. Gentle, but confident. Your body melts under his every touch, until you can't imagine being anywhere else but here.

He pulls away first, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink that matches the flowers sitting forgotten on the mattress. He quirks an eyebrow wryly at you.

“So much for not coming crying,”

Your eyes widen in disbelief, “Excuse me? I did not!”

“Did too.”

“Did not!”

“Did too.”

“You’re such an ass, Lee Minho.”

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[rindreamery]

HALLO NISHI !! congratulations on reaching 300 followers, i’m so proud of you!! i’m always so excited seeing ur works 🍀

for your cafe event i wanted to order rin, sweet flavor, laying your head on their chest + best friends to lovers ><

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starting your morning by waking up wrapped in someone’s arms was unexpected, to say the least. 

as you started to make sense of your surroundings, trying to blink away the traces of sleep, you came to realization that you must have knocked out from exhaustion. that would be the only logical reasoning as to why your apartment was in the state that it was. an absolute mess. wrappers from your midnight snacks were still scattered on the ground, and you could make out the blurry outline of a mug of some drink, placed on the console table, across the room. the music from your playlist, one you vaguely remember putting on last night, was still quietly playing from your phone. it was somewhere in the room, but your mind was foggy, and you couldn’t recall where you had last placed it. 

you didn’t care all that much, though. there were more pressing issues, starting with the first. you winced as you tried to lift your head, immediately placing your head back down as the feeling overwhelmed you. there was a slight throbbing and pressure on the crown of your head, your whole body felt heavy, and your eyes were blurry and unfocused— a product of countless all-nighters. every once and a while, you would be hit with the sensation of pinching in your brain, and you would have to bite back a groan each time. 

there was that issue, and then there was this. maybe the effects of sleep deprivation were finally starting to catch up with you. because, frankly, you weren’t sure how you ended up in this position. one minute, you were slumped over the coffee table, with piles of notes and textbooks scattered across its surface, trying to make sense of the words as they all blurred into one blurry block. somewhere along the way, the feeling of sleepiness had crept over you, one that you had desperately tried to stave off.

evidently, it won. because the next minute, you were waking up— you tried to crane your head to glance upwards, and your heart stilled for a second— in rin’s arms?

in this situation, your initial reaction typically would’ve been to flinch, immediately jump out of his arms, and potentially wake him up and aggravate him along the way. but your body was still exhausted, and he was much more inviting and comfier than you had anticipated him to be. (well, not that you thought about laying on his chest often. definitely not.) admittedly, a part of you didn’t want to leave. 

the steady rise and fall of his chest was soothing, and with the side of your head pressed against his chest, you could hear the slow and rhythmic beating of his heart. his body felt warm against yours, a contrast to the chilly winter air that slipped past your windows, and he was your equivalent to a blanket. this position had also given you a somewhat unobstructed view of his face. he looked serene, at peace, the calmest he’s probably ever been. the semi-permanent crease between his brows had softened into a more passive state, and the frown of his lips was nowhere to be seen. it was a rare sight to see.

you realized that this would be the closest you would ever be to him (though, unintentionally, you think?) so, of course you wanted to stay, but you knew better. you tried to wiggle your way out of his arms, but his hold on you was surprisingly firm. 

you took a deep breath, shifting slightly, trying to reach behind you to peel his arms off of you. he’s stubborn, even in his sleep, you realize, and his arms go right back to where they were the second you take them off. you bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to sigh out of frustration, careful to not wake him up. but it’s uncomfortable reaching behind you for extended periods of time, and your shoulders were starting to cramp from stretching backwards. and after two more failed attempts, you give up, letting your arm awkwardly rest at your sides.

you lay there, frozen and at a loss for what to do. then, your mind starts to spiral. would he get mad? will he yell at you? will he push you off and onto the floor the second he wakes up? the twitching of rin’s hand, his palms sliding over from the small of your back to the sides of your waist, snaps you out of it. 

you glance up at him, hoping he wouldn’t be awake, just to be met with teal eyes staring right back at you. you throw him a sheepish and awkward smile as he blinks at you, before you look away. looking anywhere but him. another second passes, and he blinks again— “you’re up,” he points out, voice rough from sleep, and completely unphased. 

“yeah,” you respond, trying to act casual. your heart was in overdrive at this point, and you were mildly confused at the lack of reaction from him. was he not mad? “looks like i fell asleep on you, haha.” internally, you cringe at your awkward laugh. 

he blinks again, clearly still under the haziness of sleep. 

he doesn’t respond to you immediately, however, instead grunting as he moved so that you weren’t practically falling off of him and the couch. which, you hadn't even noticed up until that point. but you were now directly laying on top of him, cheek smushed against the fabric of his shirt, feeling his muscles flex with each movement, and becoming increasingly aware of just how close he really was. (it hit you before, but it was really hitting you now.) 

“you fell right on top of me and then knocked out,” he finally responds, after a few seconds. completely brushing over the fact that he had essentially pulled you closer, rather than pushing you away. acting normal. “you were studying hard, so didn’t wanna wake you.”

“...oh,” you mutter dumbly. it was all you could think to say. “oops. sorry.” 

rin scoffs at the lame apology, but there was softness in his eyes as he glanced down at you, one that told you that he probably wasn’t as annoyed as he tried to make himself out to be. “don’t get used to it,” he mutters, though, there was no malice in his voice. “and don’t overwork yourself.”

there’s a thump in your heart, and you ignore it. 

“yep, noted.” you agree. there’s a momentary pause as you collect yourself, wondering what to say next and whether you should finally get up. though your heart was begging you not to, your mind was trying to be logical. “i should probably get up now, i still have some material to review.” 

but rin’s response is immediate, this time. “you’re still sleepy, aren’t you?” his deep voice was still as flat as ever— yet, with a hint of gentleness? oddly adamant about not letting go of you, but you don’t question it. “just go back to sleep, i don’t care.”

he was trying to avoid saying, "i don't mind," but you know him better than that.

your eyes widen at his words, shooting to meet his gaze, and for a moment, the two of you just stare at each other. a part of you wanted to joke around and ask, what did you do with the real rin? but decided against it, at the fact that he might actually push you off this time.

maybe you were simply deflecting.

because the thought of going back to sleep in his arms, laying on his chest, made you feel weird. a good, but also anxiety-inducing, type of weird— like the feeling of swarms of butterflies fluttering uncontrollably in your stomach, or the jittery excitement passing over your body in waves, and the way your heart jumps at the idea of him letting you stay this close. it makes you feel all fuzzy inside. 

“uh— are you sure?” you try to unravel yourself from him, but his hands ever-so-slightly tighten their grip around your waist, keeping you flush against him. his nonverbal cue to make you stay. but still, “i know you don’t really like it when people are all up in your personal space, like this.”

he sighs, and you see the way he refrains from playfully rolling his eyes at you. “just go back to sleep, idiot.” 

“right, okay,” you mumble, still unsure, but letting your head rest against his chest again. it's instantaneous. one of his hands immediately creeps onto the back of your head, fingers threading through the strands of your hair, and he’s practically cradling you. you fail to fight back the contented sigh that slips past your lips at the feeling, and you don’t see the small smile on his face. “maybe just a little longer.”

and the two of you settle into one another.

rin doesn’t say anything more, letting the silence fall over the two of you as you’re lulled back into sleep. he simply adjusts his hold on you, one hand still on the back of your head, the other arm now loosely wrapped around your waist. 

“sleep well,” he mumbles softly, careful not to rouse you.

© rindreamery, 2024

[boyfiejay]

Princess Treatment with Sunghoon 🎀

PAIRING : Sunghoon x hyper feminine Reader

GENRE : bullet points, sunshine x grumpy

Warning : reader wears skirts, mention of food, reader gets spoiled, hoon can't express his feelings well, kissing, a little suggestive at the end but nothing graphic

Word Count : 1.3k

Author's note : this is just me having a sunghoon brain rot...

���You two were friends for a long time before you got together. Everyone around you witnessed Sunghoon going from the cold, distant guy, to then a slightly more friendly guy to a completely lovestruck puppy

●You two getting together was inevitable tbh, you two just knew the other was the one

●Sunghoon is so whipped for you, the partner privilege is so intense

●If he sees his favourite tiramisu has a bite in it, he's all mad but if he gets to know that you ate it then he just gives the whole thing to you

●All it takes is a doe eyed look and man is folding

●Also he is always talking about you. Like everyone around him knows he has a partner, constantly rambling about anything that reminds him of you or dropping random facts about you

●It is to the point that Heeseung knew your go to order at your favourite cafe and the kind of drink you like

●Do not mention the way he just giggles and kicks his feet like a teenage girl when you do something adorable

●It doesn't even have to be anything cute, he just always finds you cute no matter what

●You just woke up? Beautiful. You are crying? Still pretty. You're dolled up all for him? Oh man...

●This man is obsessed with your skirts and knee high socks and sweaters, particularly if they are ruffled

●He is like drooling when you dress up just for him and do a little twirl

●Always insists on tying your bows and ribbons for you

●Then proceeds to tie one on his bicep and flexes it 😵 (he's so hot)

●He's such a gentleman, but one thing he loves to do is give you his jacket. It doesn't even matter if it isn't cold, or your outfit isn't short, the jacket just completes the look

●He also feels so giddy when you wear his clothes, goes through a mental crisis trying not to smother you with attention

●Fails at it, then continues to give you that whipped smile and just looking at you with so much love

●The attention makes you flustered and shy and that in turn makes him even giddier

●It's sometimes overwhelming how he looks at you with so much adoration

●But thats what makes you know that he does love you because he is not very good at words

●When anyone looks at sunghoon, let's be honest he's intimidating, tall and buff, anyone would be scared.

●But he'd be so so gentle with you, always making sure you're comfortable, holding your hand in crowds, and also giving you flowers :(

●Even his touch in general would be so gentle, he's always touching you as if you would break any second

●He's not great with pda, it makes him a bit uncomfortable to be so mushy with you with people watching.

●But behind closed doors, he's acting like your blanket, always all over you, not a single soul would believe that he's the clingy type

●Calls you cringey nicknames, but the one he likes for himself is 'hoonie' </33

●Literally if anyone else says hoonie, he's giving the nastiest side eye

●But if it's you, he's melting on the floor...

●Some might not like this one, but he's very protective over you. It's not that he doesn't believe that you can't defend yourself, but he can't help but look over you from time to time

●He never speaks up about anything, but if anyone makes you uncomfortable? Oh they're done for

●It's never a physical fight, rather a verbal one with him makes sure that person feels bad for even looking at you

●Thinks you're the cutest when you're mad or annoyed

●Bro just laughs when you are grumbling about something 😭

●Then you proceed to get mad at him and he just clings to you until you forgive him

●As obsessed he is with your clothing, he is also obsessed with buying stuff for you.

●He's always spoiling you, no matter how much you tell him to stop he still does it

●Sometimes you actually get mad and he just gives one pout or a puppy eyed stare and you forgive him. He doesn't even have to whine about spoiling you just this once

●You're just as whipped as he is...

●Sometimes he likes to give you handmade things, paper flowers, love letters, little album of your photos, bracelets and soo much more

●You have a huge box of things he's given, made it his mission to fill up that box by a set time

●He once broke your vase by mistake and then took a pottering class to make you a mini version of that vase (the bigger one kept falling apart) :(((

●Never ever raised his voice on you, like not even once. He can barely get mad at you, this man is never going to yell at you

●Even when you do fight, he tries his best to be calm and talk it out. There hasn't been a single time where he let you go to bed upset

●There are a lot of times when he's just quite and you're talking about something, at first you question whether he's listening or not but he nods along with your talking or hums at things

●It's a bit scary how he remembers stuff you just rambled so well, like you don't even like that new cafe that much but you're so in awe of how well he remembered your words

●He's extremely shy when it comes to professing his love to you, it just makes him annoyed that he can't say how much he loves you.

●What more annoying is that you never push him to say things, he doesn't like that you're so understanding about this

●That's when he started to write letters for you, he felt like he might combust with how much he feels for you. And not being able to say it out loud made it worse

●So he just writes out how he feels and puts it under your pillow, or on your desk or in your bag

●When he first wrote the letter, he insisted that you read in front of him, wanting his fears to at lower a bit

●But when you started tearing up he felt worse, he had tried to keep the letter a bit lowkey but you're tearing up from the bare minimum?

●From then on he tried to be more open about his feelings, and be more vulnerable around you. He wanted you to know that it was just you, it had always been you

●His family loves you so much, it's almost like you are the daughter

●His mom and sister love to tell embarrassing stories about him and make him suffer lmao

●'she's too good for you' his mom, apparently

●He was so shy when you two first kissed, skip to couple weeks later, hes basically devouring your lips

●Very very obsessed with kissing you, no matter what you're doing he's staring at your lips, no thoughts head empty just lips and kisses

●He has to makeout with you at least once a day, it doesn't matter if things never escalate, he just likes the feeling of you being close to him

●Practically melts if you stroke the back of his head or pull his hair

●He gets cock blocked by someone whenever you give him the green signal to continue, he once even chased Jake around because he just burst in without knocking

●He wasnt mad that he couldn't continue, rather it was because he was going to remove your shirt just before he burst in

●Very possessive about what's his but doesnt even bat an eye if you're the one asking for things

●The guys are honestly jealous about how sunghoon only laughs or smiles due to two reasons, either it's lame ass jokes or because of you

●I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA :ʼ(

[wishful-thinking-is-dumb]

Can you please write romantic yandere John wick x civilian reader headcanons? Thanks ❤️

Yandere John Wick with Civilian Reader Headcanons

Let’s say this takes place after the events of all four John Wick films, he takes his time to grieve his wife and move on from his rough past. Then he finally starts to date again, he feels a little guilty at first, but he knows that Helen would want him to be happy.

He first notices you when he takes his dog out for exercise in the early morning, and he would catch the little glances you would shoot at him as the two of you pass each other in the park.

You look back at him as he passes by, it’s no secret to him that you have a little crush on him. He smiles to himself as he catches you looking back at him and how quickly you look away. It makes his heart flutter.

It’s his dog that eventually gives him an opening to talk to you. His dog had run over to you as you sit on the park bench that’s on his usually dog walking route. You may or may not do that on purpose so that you can smile at him every morning.

You ask if you can pet his dog, and he nods. He smiles as you give his dog some affection. (why can’t you give him any?)

He asks you if you want to go to the cafe down the street with him, and he almost grins at the way you look up at him. Like you were hearing things. You quickly agree, a bit flustered.

The two of you walk to the cafe together, his dog obediently following right beside him. The two of you introduce yourselves, and exchange contact information. He casually holds your hand the rest of the way to the cafe.

He orders the both of you a coffee, and you sit out on the patio as the two of you talk for what feels like forever. He hasn’t felt this way since Helen.

He will do extensive research on all of your friends, family and coworkers to make sure they aren’t anybody that will hurt you to get to him. He takes his retirement seriously after what happened in Paris.

He puts a tracker on your car and on your phone, and you never find out. He knows how to hide stuff like that due to his past as a high profile hitman. But he won’t tell you that. <33

He gets rid of any grace of his past, all of his weapons are out of his house and kept somewhere only he knows about. He doesn’t want to scare you off.

He spends most of his money on you, and he loves how flustered you get when he gives you an expensive custom piece of jewelry.

He loves to cook for you, he makes you homemade meals as often as he can. He also loves it when you bring over baked goods that you made, just for him. It makes him feel special when you make his favourite pastries from scratch. It makes all the more delicious knowing you made them while thinking of him.

He loves how domestic being with you is, it makes him happy k owing that he is deserving of a normal life after all of the crimes he has committed.

He will kill for you if he has to, and he will cover it up as well. He has the experience to make it look like an accident. All to make you happy <33

[withleeknow]

Helloooo! I’ve never done a request before so I hope this comes off okay :)

I love the song “flower line” by om shankar, it makes me smile every time. So, I was wondering if you could do a drabble based that.

If not, maybe the prompt: “real smooth, tripping over air”

If you take this request, thank you so much but if not I completely understand 🫶

call it what you want.

pairing: hyunjin x f!reader genre/warnings: strangers to lovers, college au, fluff; some light cursing, very unedited i am half asleep rn lol, italics indicate flashbacks word count: 1.4k note: hi anon! thank you for the request hehehhee. i decided to go with the prompt and also you didn't specify a member so i went with hyunjin, i hope that's okay :) happy reading <33

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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"real smooth, tripping over air."

hyunjin came back to the table and set down two coffees, the content of seungmin's plastic cup spilling over the rim just a little bit when hyunjin pushed the beverage toward him rather aggressively.

"shut up," hyunjin grumbled, covering his face with his hands as he wallowed in his misery. "literally shut the fuck up."

it was burnt into hyunjin's subconscious, the feeling of utter embarrassment when he had quite literally scrambled to stand up after you called out his order number and stumbled as he made his way over to the counter.

this was the fifth time that seungmin had been dragged to the campus cafe where you worked part-time as a barista, just to provide emotional support while hyunjin tried not to chicken out of chatting you up. every time, hyunjin swore today's the day, and every time, he went home with his tail between his legs and a brain that was wiped clean the very second you smiled at him.

seungmin only laughed despite losing a few drops of his coffee to hyunjin's dramatic ass. it was entertaining to see his friend like this, panties all twisted in a bunch over a crush on a cute girl whose number he couldn't even muster up the courage to ask for.

"you're such a pussy," seungmin tutted, shaking his head in disapproving amusement and taking a sip of americano as he looked at hyunjin who seemed like he could have a mental breakdown if even a gust of wind were to breeze past him right now. "it's not like you've never asked for a girl's number before. just do it."

"do you want to broadcast my shame to everyone here? keep your loud ass voice down." hyunjin removed his hands from his face and hunched forward to scold his friend in a half-whisper, even though the cafe was busy that day and it was almost impossible for you to hear him from all the way in the corner and over the lively chatter of the other students filtering in and out of the place. "you don't know what it's like. she might be the prettiest girl i've seen in my entire life. i go stupid every time i look at her."

"to be fair, you go stupid pretty often," seungmin said, which only earned him another murderous glare from across the table. "for real, why am i wasting my time here with you if you're just not gonna do anything? you're not even paying for my coffee. i could be in my room sleeping and saving money right now."

a pathetic whine slipped from hyunjin's lips before he sneaks a glance in your direction, where you were focused on writing down some guy's order by the register. "i don't know what to say!" he groaned, "it's so hard. ughhh."

he remembered the first time he saw you, and it wasn't in this cafe. it was at some lame party that he was forced to attend, where the drinks were shitty and the music was even shittier. he was sipping on cheap beer when he spotted you talking to another girl in the corner of the room, both of whom he'd never seen on campus before. what caught his attention was your easygoing smile and how your mere presence just seemed to pull him in despite the roomful of people separating you. he couldn't look away, and as if you could sense his stare on you, you'd turned your head and met his eyes. you'd sent that same charming smile his way, and hyunjin was enamored for the rest of that evening.

he lost sight of you soon after though, and none of his friends knew who you were. that was that; you were a pretty girl that he saw at a party once, whose name he didn't even know but whose smile he had memorized.

then three weeks later, as though the universe had given him a second chance, he saw you again when he came to the cafe for a quick bite before class. you'd smiled at him the same way you did at the party, and he was tongue tied.

fast forward another month and here he was, with his head in his hands as he agonized for the nth time over what to say to you other than "hi," "one iced americano please," and "thanks."

"just tell her you think she's cute and you'd like her number," seungmin said. "it literally doesn't get more straightforward than that. the worst thing she can say is no."

this was how their last four visits to the cafe went, the conversation always ending with hyunjin neglecting his friend's advice in favor of sneaky glances and a mouth shut tight when he failed to hype himself up enough to utter a few words to you.

"if you don't do it today, you're on your own," seungmin told him when he was only met with silence from hyunjin's end. "i'm not coming back with you again. the coffee isn't even good."

"wait, come on, dude. just... wait. i need to think."

"stop thinking. nothing in that brain of yours is going to help."

"hey!"

"are you gonna do it or not?"

"hold on, i need a plan."

seungmin rolled his eyes before he downed the remaining few sips of his coffee. "you know what? if you don't ask for her number, maybe i'll just do it myself." then he was already coolly standing up and heading in your direction without even looking to see if hyunjin heard him correctly.

"seungmin!" hyunjin called, hurriedly gathering his phone and wallet and scrambling to catch up with his friend in a panic. they both stopped in front of the register, where it was thankfully empty now and no one nearby had to watch hyunjin burn himself to a crisp with embarrassment.

"how can i help you?" you asked, looking at them curiously when hyunjin's eyes flit between you and seungmin in a panic.

"uhm... i.... uh..."

"this is hyunjin." seungmin was the coherent one between the two of them as he clasped a hand on his friend's shoulder with a sly grin. "he thinks you're cute and wants to get your number."

"the end," hyunjin says flatly. "the rest was history. you were there, you know what happened."

"come on, please?" you pout, tugging on his arm as you lean closer to nudge your nose against his cheek. "i've only ever heard it from seungmin and he doesn't tell it like you do."

he glances at you from the side. "what do you want me to tell you? that in that moment i considered running out the door and not stopping until i found the nearest ditch to fall into?"

you laugh, all light and airy and it still makes hyunjin as smitten as he was that afternoon in the cafe. "no, the other part."

"the part where i actually did kinda try to run away and bumped into someone and spilled coffee all over myself? and you had to take me to the backroom to let me borrow someone's shirt?"

this draws another giggle out of you as you recall the moment, when you had been so endeared by him that it was hard to let him go home afterward without your number saved in his phone. "yeah," you say, utter fondness dripping from your voice. "that part."

"that was the most embarrassing day of my life. i made a complete fool of myself."

"you were adorable. it's my core memory of you."

"i'm glad you found my humiliation entertaining."

you roll your eyes half-heartedly before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek to appease his faux sulk. "we wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for your dramatic overthinking ass that day, would we? unless... you'd rather take it all back."

hyunjin softens in an instance, huffing out a breath as he mumbles bashfully, "i didn't say that..."

"you big baby," you tell him with your lips still ghosting the side of his face. you're so close like this, so tightly pressed up against each other on your couch that you can feel the warmth of his body and the thumps of his heart when you slide your hand over his chest. you give him another peck on the cheek, then you smile against his skin. "happy six-month anniversary."

there's a light blush that rises from his neck until it covers his face in the most beautiful rosy shade. a shy grin, his eyes turning into little crescent moons from the happiness that spreads from his head down to his toes, then hyunjin is smoothly turning over so he could pin you underneath him, where he presses his lips against yours so your smiles could meet.

"happy six months, baby."

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[tender-rosiey]

Hello there! If it's not a bother,i wanted to request Chuuya,Kunikida and Akutagawa getting into a fight for us and the reader's reaction? the other person might have badmouthed the reader and that caused the character to get into a fight with them. Thank you!! <33

“WATCH YOUR MOUTH”

— dazai, kunikida, chuuya, and akutagawa fighting someone who badmouthed you

a/n: also especially posted for @dazaiaiko cause it has been while since I uploaded something bsd related

DAZAI OSAMU:

"hello there!" dazai greets as he enters the bar. he, with a birth smile, takes a seat at the table with two men, "pleasure seeing you here."

one of them snaps at him, "the hell is your business here, kid?"

he waves his hands in innocence, "hey now, no need to be so aggressive! I just came to have a pleasant chat with you guys about something...rather personal."

"it just so happens," dazai continues, interrupting the man's response, "that you've badmouthed my dear lover," he closes his eyes as he smiles, "that isn't something I am fond of."

the man laughs, "so you here to pick a fight, ay?" the man tries to get up but is hindered by something rather painful. namely a knife grazing his thigh.

"don't cause a scene now; I would hate having to clean up after your mess."

the man frantically nods. dazai then retracts his knife, nestling it safely in his pocket.

he simply thinks that no one should be allowed to treat you like that so this should act as a warning. that if he ever tried insulting you again, there will be consequences.

dazai laughs, "that's good to hear!" he stands up, dusting his brown coat, and heads to the door, "hopefully we don't meet again...for your sake."

soon, he is at your door with a bouquet of flowers. the moment you open the door, you're greeted by his beaming smile, "hello, belladonna! you look as lovely as usual!"

you roll your eyes, leaning on the door, "what has brought you here, 'samu?"

"my heart simply yearned for one y/n l/n," he hums and you chuckle.

you take the bouquet with a grateful smile, "I think you just came for the crab salad I made."

he presses a kiss to your cheek before letting himself in, "that is merely an added bonus, my dear," his arm wraps around your waste, "I am here for you, you should know that."

"I also know that you went to the bar to threaten that one guy."

he pauses, "...really?"

"mhm."

"darn."

KUNIKIDA DOPPO:

to unwind, you deicided to take your husband on a date to the cafe under the agency. you were having a good time in general, but kunikida couldn't help but notice the people in the adjacent table talk about you.

"what's wrong, doppo?" you ask, your hand resting on his own.

he looks up at you with a smile, gently squeezing your hand, "it's nothing; don't worry about it."

you smile and continue on your conversation. all seems to be normal but then kunikida hears something that he simply can't let go.

he abruptly gets up and headed towards their table. he towers over them as he asks, “do you have any business with us?”

they exchange looks with each other before one of them speaks up, “well—“

“then I would appreciate you if you keep quiet.”

they quickly shut their mouth and before kunikida turns back to walk to you, he looks down at them and says, “let’s keep things civil for your sakes.”

the men don't let the threat slide and one of them tries attacking kunikida. he swiftly dodges and grabs him by the collar, pushing him to a nearby wall, "surely what I said was easy enough for you to understand."

the guy, terrified, nods quickly and kunikida releases him, letting him fall to the ground. the guy scrambles to his feet and his friend soon follows suit.

kunikida pushes his glasses up with a sigh before he turns to you, "sorry for my reaction, but—"

he stops in his tracks when he sees you looking at him in awe and with a silly little smile on your face, "aww, you love me!"

he looks at you, confused, "of course, I do."

you tackle him in a hug that he doesn't hesitate to recporicate, albeit with a hushed whisper, "y/n, pda is unacceptable!"

you press a kiss to his cheek and he quickly shuts up. y/n used kisses: very effective!

NAKAHARA CHUUYA:

you and your husband were walking the streets, jumping from shop to shop. of course, it was fun and it helped that your husband is very engaging and tells you what he thinks and genuinely suggests outfits.

you stopped at a particular shop, though it was one that you already had something in mind to get.

so chuuya left you to your own devices, but as he was chilling, he overhead people talking about you in a rather unpleasant manner.

so he went to you, pressing a kiss on your cheek and telling you he had to quickly check something, then he followed them outside the shop.

because of their wonderful luck, they enter an alleyway. chuuya smirks before going in after them but they have yet to notice him til he speaks, "what do we have here?"

they snap their heads towards him. one of them snarls at him, "the hell you want?!" and chuuya's eyebrows furrow.

"I will just teach you a lesson," he smirks before slamming the guy's head to the wall. the other one sees the scene unfold and attempts to run away. chuuya doesn't let him get far.

soon, they are both beaten to a pulp and chuuya dusts his hand.

one thing that chuuya likes to remind people is to never badmouth you.

alas, some are simply unfortunate.

so with his head high and chest puffed out, he heads back to the shop.

though, he is met by a very angry you who grumbles, "nakahara chuuya."

he tenses up and smiles at you, "heyyyy babe, how was it?"

"what did I say about beating people up?"

the disappointment in your eyes hits him hard then he frowns, slightly blushing, "listen, they should know better than to speak about you like that."

you sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. what's done is done and you can't change anything. you also can't complain about having a husband who always has your back.

"won't tell me I am your strong husband at least?"

locking arms with him, you roll your eyes, "you're my 'strong' and 'handsome' husband."

he laughs before nudging you lightly with his elbow, "now what shop do you wanna go to?"

AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE:

a normal evening: you were chilling on your couch, scrolling through your phone.

you didn't think that anyone would show up at this late hour. and even if they did, one expects a delivery man to come knocking on their door, not their nationally feared boyfriend injured and using the door for support.

thankfully though, he isn't in a terrible shape, but he has sustained quite the injury, if the stagger in his step is anything to go by.

"ryu!" you gasp as you run to steady him, "what happened?"

you gently lead him to the couch where he finally sits down, letting a tired sigh. he avoids your eyes for a moment before speaking up, "just had a fight with some people."

you frown, inspecting his injuries, "what did they do? anything related to the mafia?"

he shakes his head as he watches you get the bandages and whatnot. you settle in front of him and he hesitantly shows you the injury. your eyes brim with worry and you instantly start tending to them.

after a couple of moments, his hand moves to rest on your head, "they were...badmouthing you."

you freeze and look up at him. he frowns, a little defensive, "what? I hate anyone who talks you down."

a small laugh escapes your lips as you press a kiss to his cheek, "what did I say about getting into unnecessary fights?" you hum and almost coo at his blushing face.

he averts his eyes and grumbles, "that was very much necessary."

"you could've just ignored them," you quirk an eyebrow at him and he ignores your reprimanding, firmly believing that fighting for your honor is worth every injury he could've gotten.

you cup his face, "ryu," you caress his cheek and he grumbles making you giggle before continuing, "I just don't want you to get hurt even for me."

he sighs with a small nod. his shoulders relax upon seeing your smile, though he avoids telling you that he will, without hesitation, get in another fight just for you.

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[soy-garbage]

JJK SMAU RECOMMENDATIONS ! PART 2 !!

Hello everyone!! I finally got around to do part 2 of jjk smaus!! hope y'all enjoy it and again all the credit for the works goes to the amazing authors who made them, and if you wrote any of these and are seeing my post: AAA Thank you for the great content!!! ≧◡≦<33 keep being amazing!! (part 1 here!)

(Completed: ✿)

(On going: ★)

･:*SMAU SERIES! :

SpellBound / Megumi Fushiguro x Reader ✿

･:*synopsis// By no means did you hate soulmates, you just hated that he was your soulmate. not like megumi was ecstatic that he was your soulmate either. but that’s fine, both of you found someone else to keep you company.

Show Me How / Yuta Okkotsu x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// What happens when fans catch you eyeing yuta on your friends stream? could it be something more?

Soft and Lightweight / Megumi Fushiguro x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// In which megumi confesses to his sister's best friend after accidentally drinking at a party and how they try to go back to their original relationship afterwards. However, no matter how much they try to ignore each other and act like everything's okay, the awkward tension and growing heartbeats cannot be hidden.

You Always Had Me / Gojo Satoru x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// what would you do if your hot best friend agreed to fake date you to make your ex-boyfriend jealous? Will it ruin your friendship or will it prevail into something more?

≡Open Chat ≡Open CH / Gojo Satoru x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// Two streaming groups are introduced to one another through their chat and find out they happen to go to the same university. When they decide to collaborate an interesting bond begins to form between two individuals. When the internet is involved within your love life it’s natural that things begin to turn rocky, especially when the two has a not so cute background following them.. how do they get their name out there and release to the media that things aren’t as they seem? or how do they do they come to terms that they’ve became closer then they’ve realized.

Fashion Flirt / Megumi Fushiguro x Reader ✿

･:*synopsis// You’re a fashion student in your first year of college, beginning the end of 2nd semester project, which just so happens to be designing a collection of 3 outfits to be modeled at a fashion show in late May. Your classes host model auditions for designers like you to go pick your models. While everyone is able to write down a max of 20 people, there’s one boy that catches your eye you hope ends up in your final 3.

Sleepless Nights / Yuta Okkotsu/Toge Inumaki x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// Your second year of high school was supposed to be as boring as every other year, and for a while, that's exactly how it was. But an unexpected encounter with a mysterious boy one night suddenly makes your life more interesting.

Falling for you (and your streams!) / Megumi Fushiguro x Reader ★

･:*synopsis// Yn, a streamer who is roommates with Maki, Toge and Yuta, meets Maki's girlfriend on a certain stream. But what happens when Yn catches the eye of Nobara's best friend?

Flirting and Caffeine / Nanami Kento x Reader ✿

･:*synopsis// where yn, a newly hired barista (thanks to her brother) who also happens to master the reversed curse technique, meets Nanami Kento, a grade 1 sorcerer who favours the specific cafe that yn has started working at. He suddenly favours that cafe a little more than usual.

･:*SMAU ACCOUNTS! : 

@lilsillycat

@saintkaylaa

@inmaki

@threewholeants

That's it!! if y'all would like me to do another part, please let me know!!!

check out all the accounts i tagged! i love their content and i'm sure you will too<3

thank you for reading ♡( •ॢ◡-ॢ)✧˖° ♡

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[buddiesflowershop]

Welcome to Buck & Eddie's Flower Shop!

This is a little project that I thought would be fun to do. I'm only one person ( @lonelychicago ) , so I ask for patience and understanding if things don't run as smoothly as they could!

This is a way to spread positivity towards 911 creators (artists, fic writers, gif makers, etc) or simply if you just want to cheer your mutual/friend/partner up! Send them a little virtual bouquet to make their day!

(💐): Take a look at the shop's list and see what you’d like to order:

⇴ BOUQUETS | ⇴ FLOWERS/PLANTS | ⇴ DRIED FLOWERS BOOKMARKS

𑁍 ‣ Bouquets, flowers, plants, and bookmarks can be ordered anytime by sending an ask with what you want and a small note with a message for the person you want this delivered to.

𑁍 ‣ You can order from the bouquets and options specified on the blog, or you can ask for something personalized! If it's for a special occasion like someone's birthday, you can ask a bouquet of that person's birth month's flower, for example.

𑁍 ‣ The orders will be delivered from Thursdays to Sundays, unless asked otherwise (Specify the date and ask at least four days in advance. )

𑁍 ‣ You can specify who do you want to deliver the flowers (Eddie, Buck, or either of them!)

𑁍 ‣ The dried flowers bookmarks ( fic recs ) will be posted on Fridays every week!

• FAQ

𑁍 ‣ Can I make suggestions for orders or things to add to the blog?

Yes! Of course! Any suggestions and ideas are welcomed. But! Also remember I'm only one person and it might take me a while or I won't be able to do it at all, depending on what your idea is!

𑁍 ‣ Can I order more than once on the same day?

Yeah! For example if you want to send different bouquets to different people, you can send an ask for each. Or if you want to order a bouquet and a dried flowers bookmark!

𑁍 ‣ Can I send something to someone who's not a buddie shipper/ is not on the fandom?

Yeah! Buck and Eddie might run the shop but they can deliver to anyone you want. (If they're not on the fandom, they might be a lil confused but you do you, babe!)

❗️This is a safe space for everyone, so please avoid sending hate or any negative comments. If anyone sends anything considered rude, harassment, or hate, it will immediately be reported and blocked. ❗️

Also! Credit to @kinley-cafe for starting the positivity projects on this fandom! everyone go follow and order a sweet treat <33

[ask-benedict-ignite]

"What is this Darth Vader breathing noise? Meet Mister Strontium! He's a nice chemistry assistant teacher with a lot of secrets!"

[Mod here. This used to be a Marvin Sterling roleplay blog and was originally gonna be changed into a Count Nihil blog, but I changed my mind and there's no Benedict Ignite roleplay blog yet so why not-]

[Darth Vader from temu look ahh.. 😔/j/silly]

Canon info/My headcanons.

Will start with the canon info first.

- He's a Chemistry assistant teacher.

- Wears a gasmask to hide his identity from Mister Barrel and his father.

- Used to be a bully in the military camp, also used to be in a friend group with Sean, Armitage, and Bullseye.

- A lot smarter than his friends, though he tries to defy his karma.

- He likes goldfish crackers ✨

- BELI∀L Ignis and Elenoa Ignite are his parents.

- He used to have a close relationship with Sean, most likely best friends.

Headcanons

- Barely speaks at all unless he's with someone he knows or trusts.

- Tries to avoid Mister Barrel at all costs, but feels extremely guilty for bullying him so badly when they were younger.

- Sleep deprived and a bit of a workaholic-

- Hates his old friends and wants nothing to do with them.

- May be ticklish.. (Go for his stomach, hips or palms :33)

- A bit uncomfortable with taking off his gasmask in public- Worries Mister Barrel or his father will see him and realize who he is.

- Can purr like a cat ✨

Rules

- No NSFW or suggestive asks. I'm aware the character I roleplay as is 29, but still-

- Don't be weird or gross in the asks either.

- No trying to harm/kill Benedict.

- Donation asks will be deleted.

Benedict/Mister Strontium will talk like this.

[Mod will talk like this]

Benedict's masked, unmasked and younger appearance.

Teachers/Staff (FPE and Edgyverse)

@math-teacher-who-loves-oreos @miss-bloomies-science-class @wendigo-language-teacher @best-art-teacher-miss-sasha @pansexual-music-teacher @ask-principal-grace @mrbasils-cookies

@ask-mister-barrel @mister-hotchkiss-craft-teacher @janitor-mister-broomire @ask-misscledor-anything @miss-ashachus-cafe @ask-the-alert-brothers

Dearest students... (Plus Hansel and ∆lice)

@askclairefpe @claire-the-silly @engels-ask-blog @sopibub @lana-and-her-sockpuppets @abbie-appleboy @abbie-the-apple

@oliversoapeater-official @zip-the-chaos-child @3dward-th3-s1lly

@emo-kitty-skell @riley-crazy-kid @rabies-infested-riley

@ask-margaret-sterling @ask-amy @askmyfpeocs @ask-kali-stuff @okamithenbwerewolf @ask-elliot-fpe

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[fanfictiongirlie]

Marvel: Kiss Me - Bucky Barnes -

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (No use of Y/N)

Request Prompt: (Requested by anon)

OMG I LOVE YOUR BUCKY FICS </33 Can you maybe write a one shot where the reader and him both have dates who flake or something and they end up just spending the evening together? I thought it would be REALLY wholesome. Adore your account! Xoxo

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 3,538

Okay, so! Thank you for requesting! I've been wanting to write a Bucky One Shot but I couldn't think of anything fun! This was fun, and so cute. Also, I'm so glad you like my Bucky fics and just, this anon made my day okay!

I hope you enjoy! (p.s I was listening to music whilst writing this, and as I got to the part where they kiss, Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer started playing, hence why this is called Kiss Me)

Read on ao3

Bucky Barnes smirked as he looked down at his phone. His best friend, you, had texted him something funny, his eyes flickered from his phone a moment to his surroundings, a sweet cafe. He was already on coffee two. His 'date' hadn't showed yet. But she was only ten minutes late. 

'Whoever said blind dating was a good idea sucks' You texted your best friend, Bucky. You were in a similar situation to him, sitting alone in a restaurant. Waiting for a date, some guy named Gregg, who hadn't showed up yet. Leaving you sitting alone for fifteen minutes. You looked down at your phone with a sigh, smiling when you saw that Bucky had messaged you back. 

'I don't know, it could make a funny story' 

'I don't want 'funny' Barnes, I want swept off my feet love!'

Bucky smirked at your response, a part of him wasn't shocked at both your dates going this way. Your dating lives sucked. If only he could admit his feelings. He quickly typed a reply. 

'And do you think that Gregg is going to sweep you off your feet?'

'Who knows, maybe if he had the decency to show up on time, I'd know'

'Wanna bet he never shows up?' He texts, his eyes scanning the cafe again, nope, still no date. He smirked when you texted back seconds later, the two of you always made bets, on literally anything. 

'That's a horrible thing to be on...' You text, and then quickly you send another, a smirk playing on your lips. 'You're on'

'What does the winner get?' He texts, adding the little purple devil emoji. He had recently learnt emojis, from you, of course. You roll your eyes playfully at his response. 

'Why are you texting me? Aren't you also on a date?'

'Because my date is currently 15 minutes late' 

'Just our luck' You text. You laugh bitterly, you felt stupid and wanted to leave, but the restaurant was so full, and there was nothing more embarrassing. 

'Wanna just ditch these idiots and hang out?'

'Fuck yes' You text back, suddenly smiling, you didn't care what everyone thought, so you gather your things and left the restaurant, you grab your phone and dial Bucky's number. Bucky laughs at your response, he left his seat and walked out of the cafe. 

"Hello?" He says softly. 

"Where we going Barnes?" You ask over the phone. He chuckles on the other side of the phone as he started walking towards his apartment. 

"My place, I was thinking we could order pizza, and watch shitty movies"

"It's like you always know what I wanna hear, meet you there" You say, grinning as you walked down the pavement. Bucky smiles at your answer. 

"Sounds like a plan, I'll get the pizza and beer ready, see you in a bit" He says, and then hangs up the call. You smile to yourself as you make your way to Bucky's apartment. It was like your second home, you spent more time there than you did your own apartment. Before you got to his apartment, you grabbed some pastries from a bakery you liked. 

Bucky got everything set up, a huge pizza on the table, beer too. When the doorbell rings, he goes to answer it, a big smile plastered across on his face. 

"Hey! Brought dessert did you?" He asks, as he sees you holding the box of pastries. 

"I did! Thought we could drown our sorrows in sugar" You say with a smirk as you push past him, walking into the apartment. 

"Well I think pizza and Ice-cream would've done that, but I guess this works too" He grins. 

"You never said ice cream, dork" You mutter, you walk into the small apartment, it was more of a studio, his kitchen, living room and bedroom all in one place, and a small bathroom and toilet off in the corner. You loved it here, one wall was entirely window, looking down at the bustling city below. Bucky pinched your shoulder playfully as you walked past him to get to the couch. You flopped down and waited for him to sit so you could get comfortable leaning against him. You grabbed a beer and took a swig. 

"How funny would it be if our dates ditched us to go on dates with each other" You mutter, taking another swig of the beer before putting it on the table. 

"Oh god... That would be horrible" Bucky mutters, his mouth full of pizza as he does. You moved yourself into your usual position when watching movies with him. With your head in his lap, his hands moved without thinking, brushing through your hair. 

"Swear I'll be single forever" You mumble, you look up at him, a wistful look over your features as your mind thinks over your feelings for him. Forbidden feelings, liking one's best friend. 

"You won't be alone forever, you'll find someone who isn't a complete idiot" He said, he lifts his bottle of beer to his lips, drinking a long gulp down. 

"I don't think I believe ya Barnes" You say as your mouth goes dry, watching his lips touch the bottle, a drop of beer slid down his chin. Bucky rolls his eyes as he looks down at you, his beer now on the side table. 

"Trust me, I know you really well, the right guy will know how awesome you are, and he will appreciate you a lot. He'll love you for real, doll" He says softly, his fingers slightly stroking your temple. The touch was so intimate, you craved more from him. 

"You're too sweet, Bucks" You say, smiling up at him, the sun outside was in its golden hour, streaming in and covering your face, and Bucky forgot how to breath for a moment, the sun shone over your features just slightly, making you shine, and your eyes sparkle. He shakes his head. "I'm just being honest, it's clear as day how awesome you are. Any guy would be lucky to have you"

You move, sitting up and facing him, your leg pressed against his as you sit with one leg still on the couch. "Any guy?" You ask, biting you lip, taking a chance. Bucky nodded, his gaze on yours, your eyes locking. 

"Any guy. You're smart, kind, gorgeous, funny and the perfect height for hugs!" He says with a smirk, he was trying to cheer you up. Plus, Bucky's favourite thing ever was the way your eyes lit up with every compliment he gave you. 

"Have a certain guy in mind?" You ask, your voice faltering slightly, your teeth bit your lip slightly as you tried to push the nerves down, you laugh softly, a mix of your usual laugh and a nervous laugh. Bucky's smirk grew as you laughed, he continued to look into your eyes, feeling himself get a little lost, and he didn't break contact as he spoke. 

"Maybe I do have someone in mind" He says, his cocky smirk still over his lips whilst his eyes screamed how nervous he felt in that moment. 

"And who would that be?" You ask, without realising your hand and Bucky's was touching, between the space next to both your legs, a few fingers were linked, holding onto one another as if an anchor. 

"You really gonna make me say it?" He asks. 

"Yes, definitely" You answer softly, was this really happening?

Bucky moved one of his hands, moving close to your face as his strokes your cheek gently with his thumb. "It's you, doll" His smirk had turned into a genuine smile as he spoke. He moved his hand, cupping your cheek, his thumb still moving softly against the skin of your cheek. 

"Me? Really?" You ask, your voice quiet but laced with hopefulness. You had wanted this moment for a long time. He nodded, pulling you a little closer to him, your faces were only a few inches apart now. 

"Yes really. I know you're my best friend but I've wanted to be more than just friends for such a long time..." Bucky says, he feels like a weight is lifted off his chest as he speaks, finally he was telling you how his heart felt. 

"Fuck" You whisper, you had never thought he could feel the same, but here he was, admitting it. 

"Language" He says playfully, that cocky smirk returning to his lips. 

"Shove it old man" You mutter. He chuckles, loving the banter between you both. "You really me it?" You ask, sounding more serious now. Bucky's heart was racing, he was hoping you wouldn't reject him or laugh in his face. He had wanted you for so long now, and the thought of having you in his arms and calling you his was enough to make his chest give out. "Of course I mean it doll, I mean it as much as I've ever anything" 

"Why did you never tell me?" You ask quietly. 

Bucky sighs, and spoke quietly as he moved his hand lower to cup your jaw. "I didn't want to do anything that would jeopardise our friendship. I've wanted you for years, but I cared about our friendship more. I thought you didn't have feelings for me, so I didn't say anything" He explains. 

You nodded, knowing exactly how he felt. "Suppose that makes sense" You whisper, you then realise you hadn't told him of your feelings, you almost wanted to slap yourself when you see the scared, insecure look in his eyes. 

"And how do you feel about it? About me, wanting you? Do you want me back?" He asks, his eyes looking away from yours for a moment. You take a deep breath and put your hand over his, still cupping your jaw. 

"Yes Bucky" You whisper. "Obviously, gods, you're perfect"

"You mean it, doll? You're not just saying that, are you?" He asks, his voice softer than usual. 

"Why would I just say that, you dork. I've liked you for so long, it's why I kept going on dates..I never thought you'd like me back" You say, laughing softly. 

"Can I kiss you?" He asks quietly. 

Yes...please"

Bucky didn't hesitate for even a second, he crashes his lips against yours. His kissed you passionately, and didn't want to pull away. You tried hard not to smile against his lips, not wanting to ruin the moment. You both had waited for this for so long, and it was better than either of you imagined. His hands move down to your waist, holding you close as he deepened the kiss. Bucky felt like he had fireworks going off in his head as he felt and tasted your lips on his. You loved it, and didn't want to pull away, not caring about coming up for air, you wanted to kiss him over and over and over again. 

Bucky finally pulled away to breath, panting and a little breathless as he looked at you through hooded eyes. 

"God doll....That was amazing..."

"Yeah...it was" You whisper, your voice a little hoarse. He smirked at your reaction, loving how you loved the kiss as much as he did. He pulled you to his chest, wanting you as close as possible. He nuzzled his face into your neck and spoke quietly. "Can I admit something?"

"Of course Bucks" You say as you cuddle close to him. You had cuddled like this before, but this time, it was different. 

"I've imagined doing that for a long time... I've wanted to kiss you like that for such a long time... I never thought you felt the same way, so I didn't want to say anything... I don't want to mess up our friendship"

You smile softly as his words, you move so you were facing him again, his eyes meeting yours as you spoke. "Our friendship couldn't be messed up, not ever. You're the closest person to me, and I could never do anything to lose you"

"I feel the same doll, and I'm glad I finally have you. You don't know how much it means to me that you are here... In my apartment... In my arms... And you feel the same way... You're my person"

"You're my person, Bucks" You say, beaming at him, you then groan softly, looking around the room at the pizza box and beer bottles decorating the table. "Can't believe we're surrounded by pizza and beer admitting our feelings" 

"Oh my God, I didn't even realize it, you're right... Maybe we should've gone out somewhere or made a more appropriate setting... He thought about it for a moment, then shrugged and smirked. "Ah who cares, it's us... And we're perfect for each other. This is exactly how it's supposed to happen"

"Yeah, you're right.. I'm sure we'll have plenty of times for fancy dates" You say, grinning, the thought alone making your insides feel giddy and excited. Bucky smirked at your words, his heart raced as he thought about taking you on dates. You were his girl now, he was over the moon. 

"Oh we definitely will doll... Dinner dates, movie dates, nights out on the town just to have an excuse to walk around holding hands and showing the world that you're mine... We can do all of that... And more"

"God, we're gonna be busy, aren't we?" You asked in a playful tone. Bucky chuckled softly at your words before speaking. "Yes we are doll... But I wouldn't want it any other way... It'll be worth it, to have you and show the world that you're mine"

"Who knew" You start to say in a playfully sarcastic tone. "Are you being sarcastic with me right now?" He asks.

"Oh completely, who knew you were such a loverboy!" You say giggling. He rolled his eyes but smirked at your response. "Oh shut up doll... You're gonna make me blush"

"Sorry Bucks" You say, though you weren't really sorry. He loved you being goofy and playful, he always has. But now that he knew you loved him just as much as he loved you, these moments meant so much more to him. "Yeah yeah doll, you are not sorry at all"

You sigh happily and cuddle close to him, one of your usual positions on your many movie nights, it felt the same, the same comfortable happy time together. "Strange, I always thought being with you like this would be different, but it feels like normal" He wrapped his arms around you, loving the way you're cuddling against him. He held you close, keeping you pressed close to his chest. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, breathing in your scent. He thought for a moment at your comment.

"I know what you mean doll. It feels... Natural? I don't know, it just feels so right... Like you belong here with me"

"So natural" You agree.  "How about we get that ice cream and finish our shitty movies?"

"Yeah, that sounds perfect doll... Get the ice cream, throw on another shitty movie, and stay cuddled on the couch with you... Absolutely perfect"

"Hmm perfect" You hum, repeating his words as you move to press a kiss to his jaw. He smiled softly as you repeated his words. Hearing that it was perfect coming from your lips filled his heart, and the kiss on his jaw set his skin on fire. He loved when you were affectionate and gave him sweet little kisses and touches. He wanted more. So much more.

"You're too sweet doll, you keep saying things like that and I'll really become a loverboy..." He teased you a little, with a playful smirk.

"Hmm yeah?" You whisper playfully, teasing him as you kissed another to his jaw. He swallowed hard as you kissed his jaw again. The feeling of your lips on his was becoming addicting. He wanted more, but the feeling was also becoming distracting. "Doll... You're playing a dangerous game..."

"I quite like this game" You answer, kissing further along his jaw, up to his chin, and then finally to his lips, you press a kiss to his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned into your kisses. Each one felt like heaven to him. The final kiss to his lips sent chills down his spine, causing a deep groan to escape from his lips. He wanted to take the kiss further and deepen it, but you pulled away. He opened his eyes and looked up at you, feeling both frustrated and incredibly aroused at the same time. The sight of you standing up made the thought of pulling you back down onto the couch and attacking your lips with his own flash through his mind.

You smirk at his reaction as you step away from him, you make your way over to the kitchen area. You grab the ice cream and get two bowls ready, you walk back over to him, passing him a bowl as you sit back down with him. 

"Thanks doll"

And then, the next few hours as the sun goes down were spent watching the shitty movies eating junk and kisses every now and again. It was so natural and perfect... Spending time with you, cuddling you, kissing you... It was everything he ever wanted. The kisses turned from soft and sweet to deep and passionate, especially the ones when he finally pinned you down on the couch in a moment of lust and need where he couldn't control himself. It was perfect.

"Behave mister" You giggle softly, Bucky was still hovering over you, trapping you underneath him. "Oh doll... I've been behaving all night. But you keep teasing me and you make it pretty damn hard to behave when you have me wanting you this badly"

"Soon baby" You say with a smile. "I don't wanna rush us" And you didn't, you wanted to savor every last second with Bucky, enjoying each moment slowly. He lowered himself a bit more, now hovering over you on top of you. He leaned down to your ear, and whispered in a deep, seductive voice.

"But I want you so badly doll..."

"Too bad, I'm not the kind of girl to do such things on the first date" You say, playfully. And you weren't that type of girl, and your best friend wouldn't change your rules like that. He groaned in frustration as you responded playfully, teasing him again. He wasn't being serious, but the temptation was strong and it was getting harder to resist the urge to take you right there on the couch. He smirked and responded to you in a deep, seductive voice.

"What about on the second date?"

"You are too much" You say laughing, Bucky soon joins in on the laughter. He leaned down even closer to your face, now mere inches away. He could feel his self-control slipping away. His voice turned even deeper and more seductive as he spoke.

"What can I say doll... You bring it out of me. You have me wanting you, wanting you so bad..."

"How about you take me on a fancy date soon, and see if you get lucky" You say with a smirk, you knew already he definitely would get lucky, if you could make it to the date, he was so tempting, so perfect. 

"Hmm I think I like the sound of that doll... I'll make sure to spoil you. Get your favorite flowers, take you to a nice restaurant, and shower you in gifts until you give in..."

You giggle softly, he presses kisses to your face as he speaks. "Sounds perfect Bucks" He loved your laughter and playful teasing as usual. The sound made his heart jump, but it was the nickname that got him. He leaned down closer to your ear and spoke in a seductive whisper.

"You're going to be the death of me doll... I really like when you call me that..."

"I am so glad our dates decided to stand us up" You say, a soft smiling on your lips. 

"I'm glad too doll, I wouldn't change a thing. I feel like I'm in heaven right now."

"Me too" You whisper, agreeing. He leaned down, closing the small gap between you to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. The feeling of finally having the woman he loved, and hearing her say those words, overwhelmed him and filled his heart to bursting. He deepened the kiss, holding you close to his body, loving every moment. It was all he ever wanted, and he never wanted to let you go.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

[wonton4rang]

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i love u 3000 ¡!

pairing: sungho x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, fluff, some angst maybe, kissing.

summary: short scenarios of firsts with sungho.

note: this will be a series!! hope u all enjoy<33 find the others here as i make them (woonhak and sungho done)

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first encounter: idk if it would be at a cafe or at the gym but I'll go for the cafe because i feel like he would be too into his workout to actually pay attention to his surroundings and see you. so he'd be thinking what to order, looking up at the menu while he stood in the line, you were in front of him and he didn't even see your face but the way you smelled and the way your voice said "i want a caramel macchiato, please, with no sugar" was enough for him to feel as if the sweetness you opted out surrounded him instead and he melt right into it, following you with his eyes when you left the line and yours meeting his when everyone kept telling him to move forward in the line. he finally came to his senses and you laughed at his little blush due to the shame. you can know for sure he would ask to sit with you and launch a conversation about how he zoned out before, ending with your number in his pocket, wrote down on a paper tissue and a huge smile in his face while he walked down the street.

first time he realises he's in love; honestly he knew from the beginning that he liked you, the way he would look for you in his contact list just to see your profile picture setting him up, even if it was the same one. he would even "mistakenly" call you at least twice a week just so he could hear your voice and ultimately your laugh when you said "was this really a mistake, sungho-ssi" and he just went silent before you added "you can call me if you wanna talk, i don't mind" bet. cause he would call you everyday just to ask how you were doing and if there was anything that you may need so he could get it for you. the first day you guys went out was when he finally realized he kinda liked you a little bit more than he expected, looking at you with such a lover eyes that the old people passing by your side kept saying "he loves you so much, don't break his heart". an indirect confession i guess.

how would he confess; kinda obvious (at least for me) but he is wearing the best clothes on his closet, his hair done perfectly, that soft perfume you loved all over his body and that smile on his face only growing bigger when he handed you the bucket of flowers, "what is this, sungho?" , "i would like to ask you out, if you let me. i promise to make you nothing but happy if you allow me" it sounded like a marriage proposal but that's just how serious he was. you said yes, why would you say no? it was sungho and his pretty foxy eyes waiting for your response, the boy who never had an excuse when you needed him and the one who cared for you the most, y'all already looked like you were dating to begin with so now it was just official!!

officially dating w sungho; something i know for sure is that he is such a domestic boyfriend :(( you could find him helping out with the chores at YOUR apartment, doing the dishes and even the laundry while you slept during the morning. he would hold your hand at any moment, hug you while walking on the streets during winter time even if it was uncomfortable, tell you how grateful he was by having you. he would remember all your anniversaries and bring you flowers each time, every time being a different one just so he could tell you the meaning and how much he loved you and hoped for more anniversaries to come. i think he'd also be the type to introduce you to his friends and his family as he sees your relationship as a long-term one.

first kiss; idk why i feel it'd happen at one of your guy's house, like, you are laying down on bed, just cuddling and talking your day, your head resting on his chest and his arm hugging you, giving you the warmth the weather lacked. you were so comfortable with him that even looking up and being so close was not awkward, that's why you did it when he went silent for a few seconds.

"what are you thinking about?" you would mumble and he lowered his eyes to meet yours, making you blush when he just smiled a little bit before saying:

"you"

"i am right here, what were you thinking?"

"about how cute you are, how much i love you and how lucky of man i am to have you and had met you in this life"

"honey... i love you too" you softly giggled and he blushed after saying all that cheesy stuff, you removing the hand from his face and matching his eyes, feeling his breath hitch when his eyes dropped to your lips.

and he really didn't have to ask, he just leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, you both closing your eyes and shifting in the bed so he was on top of you, between your legs while he softly caressed your cheeks, staying like that for a little while before pulling out and looking into each other's eyes, gosh you guys are so in love :(

first time he wanted to do more than just a peck; it would happen during a movie night, you always got together at your place to wach a movie or a short serie on fridays, buying some junk food when neither you or sungho wanted to cook. you would sit in your couch, your leg between sungho's and one of his hands on your thigh while you payed attention to whatever was playing on the tv, but when you constantly feel him moving below your leg, his hand making some pressure in the uncovered flesh of your thigh, you had to look at him.

"everything good, babe?"

"yes... i'm just... you know"

"no, i don't" you said, pausing the tv and removing your leg from his lap so you could sit properly and look at him. "is something going on?" he just denied with his head but by the way he lowered his head, his cheeks flushed and his hands held that cushion in front of his pants you knew what was going on. "can i kiss you then?" his eyes met yours again. "i wanna kiss you"

but sungho really didn't want to seem like a pervert right now so he would try to say no just to end up with you straddled on his lap, kissing him with hunger and circling your hips on his erection, his tongue would get into your mouth and he'll take control from then on, his hands guiding the pace and movement of your hips by holding down on them. a few moans would escape his lips and tbh he couldn't be more ashamed to be making out w u for the first time due to a boner. but oh well, it was not going to be the last time either.

first time meeting your family; when i say "sungho domestic boyfriend" I mean it!! he would be so excited to finally meet your parents, you met his a few months ago so he couldn't wait to meet the people who gave birth to the love of his life :( he would bring food and help your mom cook it, asking about your childhood and making a few jokes when your mom got too emotional about you being all grown up. i feel like your dad would love him even if they don't have much to talk about, he would see his good intentions and the kind and lovely vibe he gave would make both of your parents love him sm !! i can personally see him calling your mom every mother's day, and your dad too on every father's day, sending them flowers and a present for their birthdays too. he is just such a family boy to me ;(

first time w sungho; when i pictured this i almost got an overdose of sugar fr fr. he would be so loving, so caring, so soft about it, i don't even see him using dirty talk (at least not for the first time). he would worship your body so much that it would make you feel shy yet so good you couldn't explain the mixture of feelings, his kisses would be long and wet, his hips rocking against yours during missionary (because yes, he would fuck you in missionary 99% of the time) and his hands holding your wrists pinned down to the bed on each side of your bed. "you look so pretty, y/n, you feel so good" would be something he would say when he left your lips for a second, looking into your eyes before smiling a little bit about how into you he was (pun intended). he would also be the type to softly moan in your ear and intertwine his fingers with yours while fucking you so good :(( and i also see him using his tongue to make you shiver, could be by kissing you or by playing with your ear.

overall, sungho is a good boy, he is mature and very loving, he seeks honesty and stability so if he ever falls for you, have in mind that he would like to be with you for as long as he can. he is a funny person too, making jokes to enlighten the mood when needed but also knows when to remain silent. his mood wouldn't have huge swings and i don't think he would be one to argue or be jealous. (he could get jealous tho but he'll let you know about it before it gets uncomfortable)

commitment wise he is a 10/10, his full attention is on you when you need him, i think he wouldn't cheat and he is such a lover boy :') but he would expect the same back so if you lack he would feel a little sad too.

so if you are looking for a long-term, marriage oriented and responsible, respectful, honest yet funny relationship, sungho is definitely your pick !!

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also, can we talk about those pictures of him???? he looks so pretty, dazzling, cute yet hot asf?? make it make sense, he can't be a gym bro and look that good 😭😭

[aeruia]

⌕. WIND BREAKER

⟳. ONE PERSON , TWO PERSONALITIES

character/s : sakura haruka , nirei akihiko , kaji ren

warning/s : mention of getting disowned in nirei’s part , idk maybe angst if u squint ..? , ooc , if i miss smth lmk :33

note : this has been in my notes for ages and i’m only posting it now.. i feel like im ghosting and then pop right back up whenever i like it anyway !!! idk if i did it right ?? i feel like i dont have this is so out of the request but err you guys judge it alr !!

꒰ the request . wbk masterlist . masterlist ꒱

sakura haruka — 758 words

you and sakura met at kotoha’s cafe, you were picking up something when you heard about a new person moved in makochi so you going into a kotoha seems like a perfect timing for you to ask who’s the new person. makochi rarely gets these kinds of things and that’s how everything circulates quickly or how people can spot the difference if they are new to the town or not.

“ kotoha!! i’m here for my weekly updates about the town! ” you delightfully call out as you swing the door open with a smile on your face, walking on to one of the stalls and sitting — not noticing someone is staring at you. “ glad you’re back, [name]! ” she said after finishing wiping the plates, walking up to the counter to talk with you.

“ heard there’s someone new in town and is going to furin high? ” you asked, excited about what she’ll tell you next. “ him. meet sakura haruka! another furin boy that’ll help you out! ” kotoha replied, as she pointed at the boy that was one stall from you.

you looked at your right seeing sakura has been looking at you for a while. “ well.. nice to meet you! ” you greeted him and smiled while sakura just looked away and started eating again.

your visits in the cafe became more frequent than before and always having she placed your drink down in front of you. you smiled before thanking her, taking a sip of the drink you ordered.

the door swing open revealing sakura and his friends. you ignored it as you continue to sip your drink when you heard sakura’s name being mentioned — turning your head at who mentioned it as you saw sakura standing there with his hands on his pockets. “ sakura! here, come! ” you called as you wave your hand at him to come and sit next to you. the split haired boy scoffed but obliged as he sat next to you with a frown on his face. his friends started murmuring as he leave him alone going into one of the tables.

you started the conversation by asking how he’s doing in furin, sakura replying short and fast but you didn't stop asking him.

six days go by yet sakura never caught a glimpse of you in the cafe. he was expecting to talk to you everyday like the two of you used to be.

sakura’s day has been tiring after walking around for hours and also helping the townsfolk. ” hi, sakura. ” you greeted with a smile while sakura is puzzled about the sudden change of greeting. your voice wasn’t loud it was just enough for him to hear.

he slowly walks towards where you’re sitting as he took his seat beside you while kotoha left the two of you as she prepared something for sakura.

sakura is puzzled why you’re dressed up like some big shot. you explained everything to sakura as he can just look at you like he’s in a daze. he has taken a liking to you and he knows it by just waiting for you to come to the cafe everyday.

fifteen minutes later, someone called out outside the cafe making you look into the door, quickly giving sakura an apologetic smile he watched you leave the cafe, seeing a man waiting for you outside as he couldn’t help but scoff.

kotoha definitely saw that as she grins, sliding the plate in front of him as she leans into the counter. “ sad, she’ll be leaving? ” she asked as if it’s not obvious enough. the boy scoffed once more as he picked up the utensil. “ guess she told you she’s getting married then? ” she asked, sakura ignoring her as he continues to eat. “ it’s an arranged marriage. ah, i’ll miss her so bad. ” she said more talking to herself.

that day, sakura quickly left and walked away from the cafe straightly going to his apartment.

he arrived faster than he anticipated. “ sakura! ” the voice was all too familiar to sakura as he looked up to see you there, running up at him which made sakura surprise. “ why are you here? ” was the first thing he asked when you two had settled down at his apartment.

“ to make a long story, short i left my home! ” you happily said with a big grin on your face. “ you’re happy about.. that? ” you nodded giving him a thumbs up. sakura sighs as he feels a small smile creep up into his lips, before he looks away as you tell him everything like a storysteller.

nirei akihiko — 401 words

he helped you reach the product you couldn’t get your hands on. you thanked him, asking if the ones he has on his basket were the things he’s planning to buy.

he refuses, you insisted on paying for it as you two go back and forth about it. in the end, nirei accepted which made you happy, taking the basket from him — walking to the cashier to pay for all of it as he followed behind.

that’s where you two became friends, making you two inseparable and hangout almost everyday.

few weeks later, nirei looked forward to catching up with you since the two of you had been busy.

he was too busy thinking of what he will say to you as the next thing he knew he bumped into someone, making him stumble a bit. “ sorry for bumping in- ” he apologizes as he looks up to see a man and woman in front of him but the woman in front of him looks like you which made him pause. “ [name]? ” he said quietly as he gazes at you and the man beside you. the man beside you elbowed you gently as he looked at you before he whispered something at you, you smiled and nodded. “ nirei, meet [man’s name], [man’s name], meet nirei. ”

the introduction was short and the three of you talked for a while before the two of you were leaving as you are running late from your family’s dinner.

the discussion in your family is over. you left without saying a word only declining the arranged marriage which will resort to your father to disown you, you and your father never got along.

cursing and kicking pebbles as you arrived at nirei’s house, knocking as you wait for a response. it took a few minutes but someone opened the door revealing the person you’re expecting to see. your mood lightened up when you saw nirei while nirei on the other hand is baffled to see you there. the duo settled on the living room as nirei grabbed food in the kitchen, eating while you told him everything.

nirei can't help but be sad as he listened to you talk about it. " besides, i like it here better. " you said to nirei grinning as he smiled back, entirely relief you won't be leaving anymore he's also fine if you will live with him for a couple of months.

kaji ren — 554 words

you met kaji ren at a candy shop as you were craving sweets that day plus the candy shop you always go to has the best candies you have ever tasted. you spotted a strawberry flavored lollipop in a lollipop stand, walking over to it as you noticed that there's only two of them left. you reached for the two lollipops yet someone was also reaching for it which you stop and just let your hand fall from your side. awkwardly standing there as you put a hand your head looking around before walking away to find another candy to buy.

" hey, wait. " a quiet voice called out making you turn into your heel as you looked at the owner of the voice. he didn't say anything and completely stretched his arm out for you to take the two lollipops that was in his hand. " huh? " tilting your head to the side. " take them, i.. i'll just look for other sweets here. " he answered, his hand still stretched out so you took one, thanking him before leaving to pay.

and that's how you met kaji ren and the unexpected friendship you made in makochi when you are just there for a small vacation. you had fun hanging out with kaji ren with some of his friends as you can't help but be sad to think that you will be leaving makochi in a few days.

the next few days, you only hang out with kaji giving him his favorite sweets or things you think he will like. kaji is certainly confuse on why are you giving him so much stuff these days. you can't keep it a secret anymore so you texted him to meet at the place you two first met, the candy shop. he arrived earlier than he expected as he waited for a minute when he saw you dressed into something formal.

" is there an occasion? " he asked, taking off his headphones making it rest into his neck as he eyed you, you shook your head only smiling at him. " long story short, i need to leave and i just wanna say goodbye before i leave. " the male felt the time froze right in front of him. he was left speechless as he just looked at you with an unreadable expression, you explained everything yet kaji can't really process everything you are telling him.

the following day, you were about to leave when you remembered kaji. you can't leave him, you don't want to leave him therefore you explained everything to your driver before running to find kaji. the driver was stunned sighing. " i'm glad i really get paid enough for this. " he said as he gets on the car before driving away to let your father know of what do you like to do.

you sneak up at the platinum blond haired boy as you poke him at his waist making him jump, turning around to look to see who it was, seeing you stand in front of him. " can't really leave you alone, who'll annoy you if i'm gone? " you explained with a pout on your lips making kaji look away with his eyebrows furrowed.

he's glad you won't leave and marry some guy you don't want to marry and you two will have more time to hang out.

date posted : 120124

[fraserbraw]

no worries at all!<3

could i request könig being jealous and protective over his bf? maybe one of könig’s friends is staring too hard, and he won’t stand for that!

no rush at all! take your time, love<3 and feel free to delete if this doesn’t interest you!!

ur so sweet anon! <3

jealous!könig

jealous könig lives in my head rent free, and i’m not ashamed <33

jealous könig my beloved

könig was already self conscious about being with you. he didn’t want to scare you off, especially not when he had just gotten his hands on a sweet little thing like you. plus, it was hard being a gay man in the military. he was a colonel, expected to be the best of the best, which also happened to include submitting to societal standards.

he kept you close to his chest because of this, making sure not a soul knew about the boy he had waiting at home for him. that isn’t to say that he didn’t like to show you off outside of his work though. you’d best believe he would take his sweet little boyfriend (who he called his husband, because you were basically married) to wherever he showed interest in. an aquarium, a park, some cafe he had never heard of. if his schätz wanted to go, they were going.

which is exactly what led you to this current situation. you had discovered a new club in the little austrian town he kept you hidden away in, and he wanted to treat you. he had just gotten back from deployment, bruises fresh and ears still ringing from too many explosions and not enough ear protection. you begged him to go, knowing he would quickly morph into a lazy lump of muscle and neediness as soon as he hit your shared bed.

so he went. he followed you to this club, despite his anxiety telling him to turn around and leave with you over his shoulder immediately. you seemed to be enjoying yourself, singing along to the too-loud music and rubbing against him in ways that he just had to assume were normal for couples in clubs. he tried to enjoy himself as well, but he couldn’t stand in this crowd of sticky, sweaty people for any longer.

he stepped outside to breathe for a second and a half, the black surgical mask he wore not providing nearly as much coverage as his sniper hood did. he went back inside after a few minutes, but you were nowhere to be found. hm. strange. then, he saw you. saw his sweet, harmless, and (in his eyes) defenseless boyfriend being hit on.

it took all of 3 seconds for the giant austrian to cross the club, standing behind you defensively. no matter how many “i have a boyfriend”s you shoved down the man’s throat, he didn’t get the hint. not until the aforementioned boyfriend towered over him.

“Sag noch ein Wort. Du traust dich ja nicht.”

könig didn’t say a word on the way home. he was brooding, jealousy hot and slick, clinging to his bones. he was so angry, vile thoughts creeping around in his mind. he hated feeling like this, his ruthlessness tied to you. you were sacred, his love, his soul. you didn’t deserve to be in the same place as the thoughts that made him könig on the battlefield.

when you got home, he had to take a second. you sat on the couch after changing into one of his giant shirts, nibbling on your nails as you waited for him to come to you with whatever was wrong. your könig rarely acted like this, and it made you nervous.

eventually he did come around, plopping down on the couch and pulling you into his hold. he buried his face in your neck, huffing your scent like the finest drug. you kissed his head before asking him what was on his mind.

“mein.”

you couldn’t help but smile a bit, kissing everywhere you could reach while trapped in his warm hold. “yes, my love. yours.”

safe to say, you made it up to him that night.

an: sorry this took so long, anon <333 i got uber busy with finals and blah blah blah. i hope you like it!!

[honeysweetcorvidae]

something bouncing around in my mind that I’d really love to hear your thoughts on is regarding how shuake age together (assuming they get to, bc I am a Goro lives truther). On one hand, I love thinking about what a mature, comfortable relationship might look like for them. (Learning each other’s sensory idiosyncrasies? favorite foods? preferred ways to wind down after a tiring day and what time to carve out for each other vs for themselves?) and yet I also wonder if that domestication… like… loses some specific flavor in the shuake? they’re Weird about each other, we know this to be true & its like the spice of the ship. I’m curious what you imagine their relationship might look like in 20, 30 years. Because I’ve personally experienced how the things that are exciting at 17 are annoying/uninteresting now that I’m older, tastes change, things get stale… yet I also believe they would continue to find the other interesting and continue valuing and loving each other, even in domesticity haha. But there are so many ways to imagine that changing as they age, if it does. as someone else who has Copious shuake thoughts I wanted to toss this at you and hopefully hear your take on things. love and light <33

(forgive me if this is a little disconnected, it’s one a.m.) this is a really fun question to think about!! i’m personally of the opinion that they will always be at least a little bit deranged— i think they’re the type of people to say “see you next week!” to a friend and the next time you see them they’ve like, traveled halfway around the world and destabilized a tyrannical government. as a way to unwind from a long few weeks of running a cafe. (more under the cut)

as a COUPLE i personally find myself in a camp of “deeply intense and kind of annoying”— they’re the kind of guys who do not tend to do things in half measures, right, so i think once they’ve settled on being Together they’re fuckign together. long haul. really profoundly aggravating to be around. they compete a lot still but i imagine it mellows over the years.

akechi in particular, i think, would be really set on Having And Taking Care Of joker (a fic i’m particularly fond of that gets into the dynamic i imagine for them(albeit in college, so still fairly close to canon) is malevolentmango’s old habits die loved) because he’s the kind of guy who needs A Purpose, and if he’s going to keep living beyond his expected use date then he needs SOMETHING to DO, you know? again, i think that mellows over the years, but he’ll always be Kind Of Intense.

i also have a vague headcanon about them adopting. personally i don’t have a breeding kink can’t really imagine them wanting to go the bio-kid route, but i can absolutely see them taking in a kid, particularly an older, more “difficult” one. one series i looooove [although i’ve never really been into joker as a therapist, but they do make it work] is frockbot’s tricksters, which goes super into detail on them taking in kids in a similar situation to goro and struggling through the growing pains of it. my OWN unwritten-but-moderately-fleshed-out babyconcept is “horrible little rat they both independently bond with in a kind of sitcom parallel-storylines situation”. (behold.)

anyway that aside:

i do think there’s merit to the idea that the shit you liked when you were seventeen doesn’t always hold interest anymore. but i also think they’ll probably always enjoy the rush of arguing over everything and scheming for no reason and fighting in another world, if they can get it! they probably chase their weird freak highs in a lot of ways. i could see all kinds of things— rock climbing. intense ballroom dancing. really dangerous investigative journalism. things of this nature. i can’t see them settling down Normalstyle with 2.5 biological children and a dog and office jobs and therapy*, personally. i do believe they’re always going to be weird and a little codependent and a little unnerving to be around. but in a nice way! eventually.

anyway, thank you for the ask!!! it’s soooo fun to think about this sort of thing. i love the idea of them with a future and space to breathe.

*frockbot notwithstanding. tricksters Earned that shit

[elphabathroppupland]

Look at You: Chapter 33

Chapter 33

“Surprise!  Oh, my baby girl!”  Larena was positively giddy with excitement, holding her arms out to welcome her daughter in a warm hug.  Galinda was so stiff and still that she practically fell over when Larena bridged the gap to pull her in.  “Is that any way to greet your mother?  My darling, it’s been months!”

“What…what are you doing here?” Galinda asked, hugging her mother back tightly before the older woman pulled away.  She suddenly remembered the robe she was wearing was sheer in most places.  If her mother noticed, she hadn’t said anything.  It at least had a little bralette inside  and a strip of fabric across the hips that covered her in the places that counted, but Galinda found herself crossing her arms across her chest as soon as she pulled from the hug.

“Your father had business in the city, and I thought it would be a perfect time to pop in for a surprise.  You didn’t think your father and I would let a pesky thing like renovations keep us from seeing our beautiful girl, did you?”

“I…I just wasn’t expecting you here.  Now.”  She flinched when she heard a thump from the wash room, and her immediate instinct was to go check on Elphaba. 

“Well, weren’t you curious why room service didn’t come up this morning?  Or were you too busy sleeping away the morning?  Look at you without a stitch of makeup on,” her mother tutted.  Larena lowered her voice.  “And…darling your hair.”  She shook her head in exasperation.  “I declined room service for you girls this morning.  After your father’s meeting, we were going to treat you both to brunch.  There’s a darling little café that your father raves about every time he comes here.” 

“You…you want us to come to brunch?”

“Well, of course!  And where is your friend?  I’ve heard so much about her.  I’m dying to meet her.”  Larena craned her neck to try to look past Galinda into the suite.

“She’s, um, getting ready, which I should also be doing.”  Galinda took a step backward into the penthouse.

“Well, darling, aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“What?!”  Galinda’s eyes went wide, and she put her hands on either side of the door frame.  Larena’s mouth opened in surprise. 

“Galinda Arduenna Upland!  Where are your manners?” 

“I’m sorry, Momsie.  The room’s a mess.  We were simply having so much fun that we were up very late.  Elphie’s cleaning up, and I need to get ready as well.  Housekeeping will have been here by the time we arrive from brunch.  The room will be much more presentable then.”  Larena narrowed her eyes at her daughter who simply smiled anxiously and flipped her hair over her shoulder.  Finally, the older woman’s face softened, and she shook her head.

“I hope you’re not slipping back into old habits.  I do hope for your roommate’s sake that you don’t leave your suite in the state you left your room at home.  We had to give the housekeeper a bonus simply for picking up after you.”  Galinda blushed dramatically, and Larena laughed. 

“I promise, the dorm is spotless.  Besides, we’re on vacation.  A girl deserves to relax and unwind once in a while.  You taught me that,” Galinda quipped breezily, hoping her mother wouldn’t notice how tightly she was gripping her robe or how flushed her face was.  If she noticed, she said nothing.  “Oh!  Did you hear that?”  She heard absolutely nothing.  “I think Elphie’s finished with the bath.  I guess it’s my turn.”  She was already closing the door on her mother who looked less than thrilled.  Larena put her foot in the way of the door shutting, and Galinda’s eyes went wide.

“Sweetheart, I haven’t even told you where we’re having brunch yet.”

“Oh.”  Galinda smiled sheepishly. 

“Meet us in an hour at the Emerald City Cafe.  Do you know the place?”

“Of course.  Just down the street?”

“That’s the one,” Larena beamed.  “Oh, it is so good to see you.  My baby girl.”  She placed her hand over her heart.  “My beautiful Galinda.”  Galinda smiled warmly then, thankful that her mother wasn’t being too pushy this morning.  As soon as Larena turned to leave, she shut and locked the door and practically tripped over herself.  Galinda burst through the double doors and made a beeline for the wash room.  She opened the door to find Elphaba sitting naked on the edge of the tub with wide eyes, one lathered leg crossed over the other with a razor poised for a smooth swipe.

Galinda stopped in her tracks, her jaw open and her eyes focusing on Elphaba’s trembling hand. 

“You’re…you’re shaving?”

“I panicked.  Did I hear you say ‘Momsie’?”  She took a quick swipe up her leg with the razor, eyes never leaving Galinda’s face.  Galinda rushed over to the side of the tub. 

“Guess who decided to pop in and surprise us?” Galinda forced out a weak laugh, and Elphaba blinked twice.  “Popsicle had a meeting in the city.  My mother wanted to surprise us.  Isn’t that…”  Her shoulders slumped as the right words failed her.

“I have no words,” Elphaba choked out.

“Well, that makes two of us.”  Elphaba’s gaze trailed down Galinda’s body. 

“Galinda?”

“Hmm?”  The sound was high-pitched.  Almost a squeak. 

“You answered the door wearing that?   And your mother was on the other side?”  Galinda looked down at herself and then back up.

“Yeah, I wasn’t thinking.”  She blushed and bit her bottom lip.

“Did…did she notice?”  Elphaba’s eyes widened a little more.

“If she did, she didn’t say anything, thank Oz.”  She let out a sharp breath and waved her hand dismissively.  “This wouldn’t be the first time she’s seen me in something so scandalocious.”  She winced, thinking back to a particularly awkward encounter just a few months before  she left for Shiz.  “She probably assumed I had a boy in here.”  Elphaba snorted at that.  “Oh Elphie, this is not good.  They could have given me a little warning.”

“I think that’s the point of a surprise, my sweet,” Elphaba said slowly, wiping off her freshly shaven leg with a cloth before raising the other one to work on.  Galinda walked over to the sink, grabbed her toothbrush, spread out a thin line of minty paste on it and began to brush.  As she brushed, she paced.  Elphaba watched her move back and forth.  Back and forth.  And the blonde was starting to scrub her teeth a little roughly.  “Galinda?”  Galinda froze.  “Breathe.”  With worried brows, Galinda took a slow breath in through her nose and then let it back out.  She stepped over to the sink, spat out the foamy paste and rinsed.   “You have to breathe or else you’re going to pass out.  They’re your parents.  They love you.  You have nothing to worry about.”

“Neither do you,” Galinda promised, gesturing toward Elphaba’s leg.  “Elphie, stop!”

“What?”

“You’ve shaved the same spot four times.  I’m afraid you’re going to take the skin completely off.”  Elphaba stared down at her lathered leg where there was one clean spot she’d been shaving over and over while watching Galinda pace in her own panic.  Elphaba sighed and quickly finished up the rest of her leg while Galinda slipped around her to get into the still hot bath water.  She sunk in until the water was up over her shoulders, and she looked up at Elphaba with those big, brown doe eyes.  “Elphie, what are we going to do?”

“What do you mean?” Elphaba asked, wiping the remnants of later off of her legs and standing up to pull a fluffy white robe on. 

“Do I tell them about us?  Do I keep quiet.”

“I can’t answer that for you, Galinda,” Elphaba said softly.  “It’s not my place.”

“Well, it sort of is.  I mean, you’re my girlfriend, so you get a say.”  Galinda looked up at her hopefully, and a little smile perked up on Elphaba’s lips. 

“They’re your parents.  I’m following your lead.  However you want to introduce me to them is up to you.  I can be your roommate.  Your best friend.  I can be whatever you want me to be for them right now, alright?  If you’re not ready to tell them about us, I understand.”

“What if…what if I don’t have to tell them?  What if they just know?  I mean, when you look at me, I feel like my heart’s going to explode.  And honestly, I could just stare at you for hours because I love you so much.  I mean, Fiyero picked up on us right away.  My own parents should see something, right?” She sat up a little.  “Right?”

“Maybe, but Galinda, you’ll have to tell them either way.”  Her voice was calm and even, and Galinda’s brows shot up her forehead.

“How are you so calm all of a sudden?”  She watched Elphaba move to the sink and grab her own toothbrush.  That was when she noticed Elphaba’s hands were shaking a little.  She was a nervous wreck, Galinda realized, but she was trying so hard to stay calm for her sake.  “Elphie?”

“What if they don’t…”  She sighed and steadied her hand to load her toothbrush up with paste.  “I’ve never met parents before.  I mean, not like…this.”  She popped the toothbrush into her mouth and turned to lean against the counter.  Her brows her knit together in worry, and Galinda sat up in the tub a little. 

“Elphie, they’re going to love you.”  Galinda started lathering up with soap, keeping her eyes on Galinda’s reflection in the mirror as she brushed her teeth.  “I love you so much, and they’re going to love you just as much.”  She paused.  “Ok, maybe not quite as much.”  She smiled.  “Elphie, my parents are good people.  Yes, I grew up understanding that finding a suitable husband was important.  But my parents also only knew me to bring boys around.  If I’d have brought a girl home, I’m sure they’d have held the same expectations for her as they would any of my boyfriends.  They always told me that a suitable match should be from a prominent, upstanding background.  So, there was pressure.”  She sighed.  “But more important than that?  The first question my father would ask me when I’d come home from a first date was ‘was he kind?  Did he treat you right?’  Elphie, I’m an only child, and my parents are very particular about my choices and my future.  They want me to be happy.  You make me happy.”  She smiled.  “Plus, I mean, you’re the daughter of a governor, so the odds are already stacked in your favor.”  Elphaba still looked worried, but she turned and spat her toothpaste into the sink, rinsed and slowly wiped her face before turning back around.  She took a deep breath and let it out through her mouth.

“So you’re not worried at all how they’ll react that the person you’re dating, the person you love is a woman?”

“A little,” Galinda admitted.  “But not in the way you think.  Falling for you so fast and so hard was surprising to me.  They won’t see it coming.  They’ll be surprised.  I’m nervous for that.  But I know they’re going to love you.  And when the shock wears off, everything will be fine.”

“Let’s just hope they don’t think too hard on the fact that they just sent their daughter on an all expenses paid vacation with her girlfriend.”  Elphaba winced as soon as the words left her mouth.  Galinda gasped. 

“Oh Oz.  Elphie, they’ll know we’ve…”  Her eyes went wider than saucers.  “I answered the door looking thoroughly ruined, Elphie!”  Elphaba offered a weak smile, but her own anxiety was flaring up again.

“Well, let’s try not to paint them a picture, my sweet.”  She reached out for Galinda’s hand.  Now it was Galinda’s turn to tremble, and as she lifted her wet soapy hand to take Elphaba’s, she suddenly wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

*~*~*~*~*~*

After cleaning themselves up and tidying up the room after the fun they’d had the night before, Elphaba and Galinda found themselves walking hand in hand, each with almost a vice grip on the other’s hand as they made their way toward the café. 

Galinda had chosen her pink dress with the little half-jacket that covered her shoulders and buttoned down the front to keep the breeze off of her arms.  Elphaba chose her simple black dress with the long sleeves.  She’d debated about whether or not to wear the hat, but instead, she’d pulled her braids back into a bun.  Galinda had added a sweet touch by tying the base of the bun with a light green ribbon.  

Their nerves had them both walking briskly, so they’d arrived at the café rather quickly.  Galinda got a glimpse of her parents through the window and gave Elphaba’s hand a squeeze. 

“Oh, Elphie.”

“You can do this.  Whatever it is you decide.  I’m here, ok?”  Galinda took a shaky breath and nodded, turning her head so she could look into those grounding, green eyes.  She smiled softly and leaned in a little. 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” Elphaba echoed, rubbing her thumb over Galinda’s knuckles.  “Ready?”  Galinda nodded and swallowed hard, and she desperately wanted to keep holding onto Elphaba’s hand.  But Elphaba let go, and she had to catch her breath.  Galinda looked at her for a moment before looping her arm with Elphaba’s.  She needed contact more than anything right now.  Her mind was reeling about all of the possibly reactions her parents might have to Elphaba and to their relationship, and feeling Elphaba’s arm linked with hers was the only thing keeping her grounded.

They walked into the café, arm in arm, and Larena spotted them first.  She stood and waved them over excitedly. 

“Hello, sweetheart!” Larena beamed as if she hadn’t just seen her daughter an hour ago.  Elphaba and Galinda made their way over to the small booth, and Galinda reluctantly unliked her arm from Elphaba’s so she could give her mother a proper hug.

“Momsie,” she sighed, keeping an eye on her father as he rose from his booth.  The love and pride in his eyes made her heart swell, and she immediately went from her mother’s arms to his.  “Popsicle!” 

“Gigi,” he chuckled.  Galinda blushed and caught Elphaba’s gaze and saw the little smirk when she mouthed ‘Gigi?’  “Just as gorgeous as ever.  Just like your mother.” 

“Oh, Popsicle,” Galinda chuckled, pulling back.  He held her hands in his, extending their arms out so he could get a look at her. 

“Galinda, don’t be rude.  Introduce us to your friend,” Larena insisted, bouncing on her feet impatiently.  Elphaba took a step forward, and Galinda could see the anxiety in her eyes, but she masked it well when she smiled and held a well-manicured hand out. 

“Momsie.  Popsicle.  This is Elphaba Thropp.  Elphaba, this is my mother, Larena and my father, Highmuster Arudenna.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Upland.”  She shook Larena’s hand warmly before turning to Galinda’s father.  “Mr. Upland.  Galinda’s told me so much about you both.”

“Likewise,” Mr. Upland chuckled.  “I feel we know more about you than we do about her studies.”  Elphaba blushed, and Galinda’s smile widened as she watched her father bring Elphaba’s hand up to kiss it. 

“Indeed, it is so nice to finally put a face to the name that appears in the weekly letters our Galinda sends out,” Larena laughed.  “Oh, Elphaba, you are truly stunning.  Oh, if I had eyes like yours, I’d surely have had my pick up any boy in Gillikin.  Instead, I found this one.”  She gestured her thumb at Galinda’s father jokingly, and Galinda could see the tension just melting away from Elphaba’s tense posture. 

“I happen to love your big brown eyes, my darling,” Mr. Upland grinned, wrapping one arm around his wife’s waist.  She bumped him as if to push him away but didn’t resist him when he gave her a squeeze.  Elphaba smiled at the interaction and glanced at Galinda curiously. 

Galinda’s heart felt light as she watched her three favorite people interacting and talking.  The world wasn’t crashing around them.  The world hadn’t stopped turning.  And as they all sat down together at the table, she suddenly felt her own anxieties melting away.  These were her parents who loved her more than life.  These were her parents who were usually so poised and proper but seemed to inherently sense that this was not the time for formalities.  This was family meeting family.  And they’d already greeted Elphaba as if she were a part of the family, and Galinda was about to burst with happiness.

They settled in and placed their orders, making small talk  until their plates arrived.  And then Galinda’s nerves settled in again when her father cleared his throat to speak.

“Elphaba, do tell.  What was it like growing up with a prominent political figure like your father?” Mr. Upland asked.  He took a bite of food and then leaned forward with interest.  Galinda glanced at Elphaba, trying to gauge how she was feeling, but her face was almost unreadable.  Frexspar Thropp was a sensitive subject, after all.

“Difficult,” Elphaba admitted.  “But I understand I was privileged.  If it wasn’t for the experiences and the people in my life, I wouldn’t be who I am today.”  Galinda reached for Elphaba’s hand under the table, and she felt Elphaba link their fingers together and give her a squeeze.  Galinda smiled and held onto her as long as she needed until Elphaba let go.

“I imagine growing up with your father being such a prominent figure gave you a lot of insight into Oz and its people.  Have you ever thought about taking on a political role in Oz?  Perhaps you’d want to consider taking over for your father when he leaves office?” Mr. Upland queried.  Elphaba shook her head.

“No, no, that’s not something that interests me.  My father is a busy man, but he’s scarcely home and when he is, he’s in meetings at all hours of the day and night.  I want to help all of Oz’s citizens in some way, but I don’t think politics is my future.” 

“Elphaba’s going to be a powerful sorceress someday.  If you ask me, she already is.”  Galinda smiled and watched Elphaba blush. 

“Our Galinda tells us your power is remarkable.  She really looks up to you.  It’s nice she has a friend she can share her passion for sorcery with,” Larena mused, taking a sip of her tea. 

“Galinda doesn’t give herself enough credit.  She’s done some incredible things.  I’ve seen it.”

“We’re more powerful when we’re together,” Galinda offered, taking a sip of her water before glancing at her parents. 

“That’s lovely, dear,” Larena chirped.  “We were so worried you’d be so disappointed in your choice to study sorcery.  It’s a relief that things are working out well for you.  Madame Morrible wrote to us early on in the school year, and we almost wrote to you to reconsider your major.”  Galinda’s eyes went wide and she gasped.

“What?  Madame Morrible wrote to you?”

“Of course.  She wrote to us about your desire to join her seminar and how she felt your focus was better suited elsewhere,” Larena pointed out.  “So imagine our surprise when she wrote to us that she’d reconsidered and was asking you to join.  Your father wanted to send a generous donation to Shiz after that, but I told him you’d be furious if people thought we’d paid  your way into the class.”  Larena cleared her throat and leaned forward.  “She also wrote to us that she felt your friendship with Miss Elphaba was a distraction.  But I knew my little girl wouldn’t let anything or anyone stand in her way of getting what she wants.  I know you idolize her, dear, but something about that Madame Morrible rubs me the wrong way.”  Galinda’a glanced at Elphaba who was biting back a smirk.

“Oh, darling, you don’t even know the woman.  If Galinda respects her, we should extend the same courtesy,” Mr. Upland insisted. 

“Well, I suppose you’re right.  Enough chatter about school.  Have you met any nice young men?  You did write about Prince Tigelaar transferring.  But I’ve seen no mention since that initial letter,” Larena pointed out.  “Have you made any connections there?  The Tigelaars are—”

“Fiyero and I made a connection,” Galinda interrupted, placing her hands on either side of her plate.  Larena leaned forward in interest.  “He’s been very kind.  I consider him a good friend.” 

“Friend?” Mr. Upland asked, glancing over at Larena. 

“Oh, yes.  Fiyero has been seeing a young woman from Winkie country.”

“Galinda Upland, you met an actual prince, and he’s not on your arm?” Larena gasped.  “What has happened to the girl who used to boast about marrying a prince one day?”  Galinda blushed and glanced at Elphaba before looking back at her mother.

“That’s not really what I want, Momsie,” she pointed out.  “That’s what I thought I was supposed to want.”

“Well, tell me, dear.  Have you met anyone that’s grabbed your interest?”  Galinda’s mouth pursed in a tight smile, and Larena sighed.  “Miss Elphaba, you surely spend more time with Galinda than anyone.  Perhaps you could—”

“Darling, if Galinda wants to tell us about any special someones, she’ll tell us when she’s ready.  Isn’t that right, Gigi?” Mr. Upland asked with a wink.  Galinda smiled nervously at him.

“Well, I suppose so,” Larena sighed, glancing from Elphaba to Galinda.  “You seem happy, sweetheart.  You really do.  Something’s changed.”

“I am happy,” Galinda spoke up, eyes going wide as she sat up straight in her seat.  “I’ve learned more about myself these past few months than anything else.  I’m truly happy.”  She looked from her mother to her father and then down at her plate of barely touched food.  Her hand twitched on the table, and she could practically sense Elphaba holding her breath right next to her.

“I can be whatever you want me to be for them right now.”

She took a shaking breath and turned her head to look at Elphaba.  Elphaba turned her head just enough to meet Galinda’s gaze.  The moment she looked into Elphaba’s eyes, she smiled, and then she turned her full attention to her parents.  Without further hesitation, she reached under the table and took Elphaba’s hand in hers, bringing their hands to rest together on the tabletop.  Larena noticed first, a flicker of realization in her eyes, and then Galinda’s father slowly sat his fork down. 

Elphaba’s hand, Galinda realized, was damp with sweat.  As she squeezed it, she could feel Elphaba’s pulse racing almost as fast as her own.

“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been thanks to Elphaba Thropp.”  She looked back and forth between her parents, watching their gazes move quickly between her and Elphaba.  She felt Elphaba tensing under the scrutiny, so she just squeezed her hand a little harder.  And then she turned her attention back to her girlfriend and gave her a sweet smile.  She noticed the tears brimming in Elphaba’s eyes, and she brought her hands up to place a kiss to her knuckles.  And then she rested their hands together on the table again. 

“I…you’re…Gigi…”  Mr. Upland started and stopped a few times before clearing his throat.  He glanced at Larena who also looked as if she was about to cry.  And for a moment, Galinda wondered if she’d misplaced her trust in her parents’ love for her.  But then, after a few excruciatingly long moments, Larena let out a little sob.  But she was smiling.

“My baby,” she choked out.  “It’s about time.”  Galinda’s eyes went wide.  She looked at her father.  He was suddenly smiling too.  He shrugged sheepishly.

“I suppose this means I owe your mother a trip to Quadling Country.”

“What?!” Galinda asked.  Elphaba let out something between a breath and a snort next to her, and Galinda’s jaw just about fell on the table.  “You knew?!”

“Suspected, darling,” Larena explained.  “Oh, honey, the way you wrote about Elphaba?  I’ve never seen you speak so highly over anyone you’ve shown an interest in before.”  Galinda’s face flushed brightly, and she glanced to Elphaba who was looking down at her plate and biting back a giggle. 

“You…you bet on me?”

“Oh, darling, it was a long train ride into the city,” Larena pointed out.

“Your mother and I wondered how long it would take you to tell us.  She was convinced you’d tell us this morning.  I thought the surprise would be enough of a shock for one day.  I’m glad you’ve proven me wrong,” Mr. Upland laughed.  The blush in Galinda’s face darkened, and she looked to her mother. 

“I truly thought your father would win.  I suppose I just asked the right questions.”  She shrugged and took another sip of her tea before placing the cup down on the table.  “Elphaba, dear?”  Elphaba’s head snapped up, and she looked back at Galinda’s mother with wide eyes.  The tears that had been brimming moments ago still glittered in her eyes.  “Welcome to the Upland family.”