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[taodarlington]

YOU'RE SO DARK , arctic monkeys .ೃ࿐ bakugou katsuki

SYNOPSIS : you stole his clothes, so he steals your heart. and vice versa.

NOTES : ughh what is having a boyfriend like guys pls, no use of y/n, fluff

sharing (stealing) clothes with bakugou katsuki became the norm a few months after you had moved in to the heights alliance dorms.

it started when he had left his bomber jacket draped over your chair in a hurry to grab his phone from upstairs. you grew curious of it, and snatched it before he came back.

standing up, you put the jacket on, checking it out in the mirror. it was four sizes too big for you, fell past your wrists, and did its job of swallowing you whole. but the most prominent thing you had noticed about it was the scent. his scent. smoky, a bit like caramel, and enveloped in the warmth of a crisp autumn breeze.

when bakugou came back with his phone, he immediately noticed.

"you stealin' my clothes, now?" he scoffed with a click of his tongue, nudging the door closed with his foot. "scoot over."

and two hours later, when you were both laid on your bed, your head against his shoulder, he held up his phone and snapped a picture of you in the jacket before you could notice (he made it his lockscreen).

he didn't ask for it back. in fact, when you showed up at his door to return it, he tossed it back, grumbling at you to keep it.

and so, the jacket made a common appearance in your everyday lounge clothes. over time, other articles and garments showed up as well. a band shirt, a hoodie, even a pair of his basketball shorts.

one particular saturday, you picked out the jacket to find that the distinct scent disappeared. it no longer felt as warm as it used to when you wore it, and the jacket just felt as it was: a piece of fabric.

your solution? take it to bakugou. you rushed up to his dorm, knocking on his door with the jacket bundled up in your hands. when he opened the door for you, you pushed the jacket into his hands.

"wear it."

he gave you a confused, but not irritated look. "..what?"

"wear it. it doesn't smell like you anymore."

he didn't react, just shrugged the jacket on, but you could tell that there was a hint of flush at the tips of his ears.

when you came back for the jacket a week later, it smelled just like him again. smoky, caramel, and warm.

now, every time you felt that an article of clothing wasn't doing its job of reminding you of him anymore, you'd give it back to him for a few days, and then take it back when he had 'refreshed' it.

bakugou didn't complain, not even once. it was cute of you to bound over to his door every other day, asking for him to wear his own clothes again, he thought.

in a way, he saw it as a way to show you off. he'd smirk to himself every time someone noticed you wearing his clothes down in the lounge, ignoring any questions and simply scoffing as if it were common knowledge that you wore his clothes.

and he would never tell you this, but he loved when you would ask what cologne he wore. in truth, he didn't wear any, claiming for it to be a waste of money. so when you snooped around his room looking for a bottle, he told you without even glancing up from his homework that you'd never find any, much to your surprise.

bakugou katsuki sometimes stole your garments, too. he mostly just wore your scarf around when it got cold, but would occasionally walk in, grab an oversized t-shirt, and walk out without saying a word.

he liked how your clothes were always soft, like how you made his heart mushy and tart whenever you flashed that sweet smile of yours at him. because you were everything he wasn't. because you were his to hold, to cherish. whenever he caught sight of you, it's like you had cut up a piece of the sun for yourself to shine, everything else fading into the background.

bakugou katsuki has always known himself to be cold, but when he was bundled up in that fleece scarf of yours, breathing in the warmth of you, like how you did for him, he didn't mind it if his face flushed crimson and his pulse hammered through his body.

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xoxo, tao

[withwritersblock]

Hold My Hand

~Hold my Hand by The Fray~

Author's Note: I am obsessed with this trope. Tooth rotting fluff Summary: Jack takes care of Y/N after a night out Warnings: nothing Word Count: 3,079 Jack Hughes x fm!reader

She rarely got drunk. Drinking was something that she would only do if it was only one drink that lasted the entire night. Tonight, she found herself drinking more than one. More than two and definitely more than three. 

Her friend Hailey was having a bachelorette party at a club that was catered towards country music fans. It was a Friday night and the club was so packed. The area dedicated to the line dances was now a giant mosh pit where everyone was dancing and grinding against one another. 

Y/N stayed on the outside of the circle, dancing by herself surrounded by her friends. Her hands were up in the air as she was swaying back and forth letting the vodka in her system take over. 

A gasp fell from her lips as hands looped around her waist, she shoved them away as she spun around seeing a complete stranger trying to dance with her. She shook her head, tossing her balance with her. “I have a boyfriend!” she shouted towards him, crossing her arms over her chest. A dramatic pout fell to her lips as she began walking away from the group.

She was always a fan of the good ol’ Irish goodbye where she would disappear some time in the night. It was usually after the two in the morning mark when she would disappear and head home. Since she never would drink, the girls always assumed she went straight home.

She pulled her phone out of the small purse she carried with her that only had her phone, ID, and credit card in it. She began searching for his contact as she needed to go home. She brought the phone towards her ear as she began walking towards the exit of the club. 

The phone only rang a few times before he answered. “Hey baby, you okay?” Jack asked, his voice rasped slightly; almost as if he was asleep before he answered.

“I miss you, can you come p-pick me up?” she slurred as she leaned against an open table.

“I’m already on my way, baby, I’ll be there in like ten minutes,” he offered, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “Are you drunk?” he asked, an evident grin on his lips. She didn’t say anything, instead she let out a long dramatic hum that went to the beat of the music in the club. “Be outside in five minutes, okay?” Jack explained softly.

“Okay,” she sang out as she pulled the phone from her ear as she struggled to place it bak into her tiny bag. 

She leaned against the table, shifting her gaze towards the exit. She tilted her head back as she took a deep breath. Pushing off of the table, she stumbled forward towards the exit. Desperate for fresh air, even more desperate to see her boyfriend. She squeezed through a few people as she stumbled outside to not fresh air but instead an aggressive smell of cigarettes.

Her lips fell into a pout as she walked towards a bench that had no one sitting at. The bench bars were cold against her steaming hot skin. Her frame was only covered with a black tight skirt as well as a matching black top. A huff of air left her lips as she dug for her phone in the small bag.

She pulled the phone out of the bag and stared towards her lockscreen. It was a photo of Jack that she took during Christmas this past year. He was half asleep as he was trying to open the present she had gotten him. His face was sunken deeply into a hoodie. She tilted her head to the side as she continued to look over the photo; admiring the soft smile on his lips and his tired eyes.

It took only a few more minutes for Jack to pull up in front of her. She stood up, adjusting the ends of her skirt. She stood still, shoving her phone back into the tiny purse. She watched as Jack climbed out of the car. He left the car on and the door open. He was wearing a hoodie and matching sweatpants.

“My boyfriend!” she cheered out as she tilted her head to the side and swayed slightly. Jack shook his head while laughing. Quickly, he walked up towards her.

She stood still waiting for him to walk up towards her. “Let’s go, baby,” he let out softly. She shook her head as she waited for him. He stood directly in front of her and took a deep breath. Delicately he took a hold of her waist and pulled her towards him. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaping towards him. He giggled as he lifted her off of the ground, ���Did you have fun?” he asked softly as he pressed his lips against her cheek.

“I’m so drunk,” she mumbled as she pulled back, meeting his eye. Her lips fell into a pout. He chuckled as he shook his head slightly. “Don’t laugh at me,” she whined out.

“I’m not laughing at you, baby. Let’s go back to my place,” he mumbled as he began to guide her towards the passenger side of the car.

“Okay,” she said as she leaned into him. Jack carefully pulled the passenger door open. Y/N slowly began to climb into the passenger seat. She sat down, her feet still dangled outside of the car. Jack took a hold of her ankles, putting them inside of the car. He leaned back getting ready to shut the door. “Where are you going?” 

Jack paused for a moment, holding the door and looking towards her. His mouth fell open as he fought another laugh rising in his throat. “I gotta get in the car, babe,” he let out somewhat jokingly.

Her eyebrows furrowed harshly as she let out a soft laugh. “Oh yeah,” she mumbled through a gigle. He rolled his eyes playfully as he carefully shut the door for her. He instantly jogged around the car towards the driver seat, the door was still open and he quickly sat down in the seat. He slammed the door shut and looked towards her instantly. 

“Gotta be quiet when we get back to my place, Lukey is asleep, okay?” he explained as he reached towards her, taking a hold of her seatbelt. Slowly, he locked it into place before he sat back down into his seat.

“You’re the loud one,” she whispered as she felt her head start to get heavy. He chuckled as he put on his own seat belt the same time he began to pull out of the parking spot.

“I beg to differ,” he teased as he continued driving down the street towards his apartment. 

A pout fell onto her lips as she reached towards him, taking a hold of his free hand and interlocking their fingers. “Don’t be mean,” she mumbled as he raised his hand up and kissed the back of her hand.

“How am I being mean?” he asked while laughing.

“You’re laughing at me again!” she mumbled as she pulled her hand away from him. He rolled his eyes playfully as he reached over and took a hold of her thigh. His thumb started gliding along her skin. She tilted her head back, looking towards Jack.

“I’m not laughing at you, baby,” he let out through a grin. “You’re just adorable,” he teased. She rolled her eyes dramatically as she stared towards his hand on her thigh. Her fingertips trialed over his hand. 

The drive back to his apartment only took a few more minutes. He pulled up towards his parking spot and put the car into park and instantly took his keys out. “Almost there, my love,” he mumbled as he pushed the car door open. She let out a dramatic sigh as she began trying to take the seat belt off of her frame. She unbuckled it and pulled it from her frame.

He slammed his car door shut as he jogged around towards the passenger side, where she had already opened the door. Jack held the door open, waiting for her to climb out of the car. It took her several seconds but she was able to stand up from the seat. Her clutch purse in her hand. 

Lifting her head up slowly, delayed as her vision was blurred slightly. He took a hold of her waist, guiding her away from the passenger door. He slammed it shut and took a hold of his keys to lock his car. “Let’s get you ready for bed,” he whispered in her ear before pressing his lips against her cheek. He kept both hands on her waist as he helped her towards the lobby doors. 

“I’m not tired,” she mumbled as she straightened her poster slightly as he guided her towards the doors.

“Oh really?” he asked teasingly before he pressed his lips against her shoulder. She hummed dramatically as she pulled away from his grasp. He let his arms hang beside him as he watched her take fast steps away from him. She spun around and began to walk backwards. 

“I’ve got big plans for you tonight,” she teased as she continued walking ahead, she smirked as she scanned his frame. 

Jack rolled his eyes playfully. There would be no plans. She was too drunk to even stand up without swaying back and forth. He would never even think about doing anything with her in this state, despite her best efforts. It was almost definite that she would fall asleep the second her head hit the pillow in his bedroom.

“Big plans?” he asked teasingly as he walked up towards her, replanting his hands onto her hips. She pressed her back against his chest for support.

“So many,” she mumbled as they entered the lobby, he nodded towards the night desk clerk before he walked towards the elevator. “I’m gonna let you do–”

“Okay!” he interrupted her as he quickly pushed the elevator door button several times. Jack glanced towards the person at the desk before he spun their bodies around. He leaned into her ear, “Quiet baby,” he whispered before he pressed his lips just beneath her ear.

“Make me,” she let out teasingly. Jack’s eyes widened, his mouth fell open. She spun around, resting her hands on the base of his neck. She looked deeply into his eyes as the elevator doors opened behind them. Without hesitation, Jack guided her into the elevator, practically lifting her into the elevator. 

“We’re not doing this,” Jack let out as a soft chuckle fell from his lips.

Her hands started gliding through his hair as her lips fell into a pout. Jack leaned back, pressing the button for his floor. “Why not?” she whined as she leaned towards him, pecking his lips briefly.

He chuckled as he leaned back. “You are drunk,” he explained as he raised his and up and brushed a few pieces of hair away from her face.

“So?” she let out as her body leaned into him. He stablized her as he tilted his head to the side, looking into her drunken gaze. “You can still kiss me,” she offered as her gaze dipped towards his lips.

“Maybe,” he mumbled as the doors soon opened to reveal his floor. Slowly, he spun her body around as he rested his hands onto her waist again. “Remember, gotta be quiet, baby,” he whispered as they walked up towards the door.

“Make me,” she teased again. He squeezed her hips before he looped one of his hands around her stomach before he pulled his keys from his pocket. 

“Please,” he let out as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. She nodded as Jack began to guide her inside. Her heels instantly started clacking against the hardwood flooring. He cringed at every step she made. Luke was always a light sleeper and hated getting woken up. Jack did not want to have to deal with that.

She reached towards the wall beside the door for support, her heels hitting the floor harder it seemed. Jack clenched his jaw as the sound echoed through the quiet apartment.

Jack reached towards her, taking a hold of her waist and lifting her up from the ground. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck for support. “Hey! Wh-What are you doing?” she let out loudly. 

Jack delicately tapped his hand against the back of her thighs, “Shhh,” he let out as he carried her towards the couch.

Carefully, he placed her down onto the couch. Slowly, he glided his hands away from her frame as he sat down beside her. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as her lips fell into a dramatic pout. 

“You’re not very nice,” she whispered dramatically. He smirked as he looked down towards her. Delicately, he took a hold of her legs, draping them over his lap. Teasingly he ran his hand up and down her legs. He watched her tilt her head back and let out a huff of air.

“How am I not nice?” he asked teasingly as he lifted one of her legs up as he took a hold of her heel and delicately pulled it from her foot. He leaned down and placed it down onto the floor. Slowly, he did the same with her other heel.

“You won’t kiss me,” she let out while shaking her head dramatically. Her eyes widened as she suddenly got dizzy. He chuckled as he lifted her legs up so he could stand up from the couch. Carefully, he leaned down and took a hold of her heels. 

“Let me get you ready for bed and then maybe I’ll kiss you,” he teased as he placed her heels near the shoe rack by the front door. Quickly kicking his own shoes near the rack, he jogged back towards the couch. Her eyes were shut as she was letting her head hang slightly. 

He leaned down and took a hold of her arms, trying to make her stand up. “No, I’m good here,” she whined out. Jack chuckled as he pulled her up anyway. Her eyes opened up and she reluctantly stood up in front of him. “I–I was comfy,” she mumbled.

“You’ll be more comfy in bed, come on baby,” he whispered as he guided her towards his bedroom. His hands were on her waist, practically holding her up since she was so tired. She hummed as he pushed open the door. Slowly, she pulled away from his grasp as she practically nose dived towards the bed. 

Jack leaped towards her trying to stop her from falling onto the bed. He stopped as he watched her grip the comforter tightly beneath her head. He smiled softly as he walked towards the door and shut it.

“Honey, do you wanna go take a shower or get into something more comfortable?” he offered as he walked towards the bed. She hummed as she kept her body on the bed. He sat down beside her, he brushed a few pieces of hair away from her face, “Come on, baby,” he offered.

“No, I’m comfy here,” she mumbled.

“I’m going to grab some clothes for you, okay?” he explained. She nodded as she fluttered her eyes open. He stood up and walked towards his closet, glancing towards Y/N. Her body was hanging half of the bed. He rolled his eyes playfully as he took the first t-shirt he saw off the hanger. He took a hold of a pair of shorts that she left behind a few weeks back.

He stepped out of the closet and walked towards the bed. “Y/N,” he let out softly as he watched her reluctantly sit up.

“You’re trying to get me naked,” she offered as she looked up towards him as he walked towards her. He chuckled as he held up the t-shirt and shorts towards her. 

“Oh, is that what I’m doing?” he asked teasingly. She reached towards him, taking the clothes. Y/N nodded dramatically as she switched her gaze towards the clothes. “Oh, so I’m not being a caring boyfriend?” he offered. She shook her head slowly as she stood up. Jack took a hold of her waist, helping her keep her balance. “Let me help you,” he whispered.

“Okay,” she mumbled, nodding along slightly as she allowed him to help her get changed into something more comfy. 

After a few seconds, she was in a new outfit, less restricting than her clubbing outfit. Jack glided his hand down her back as he tossed her clothes towards the corner of his room. “How are you feeling, baby?” Jack asked as he guided her towards the bed again. He took the comforter and tossed it lower slightly.

“I wish you were at the club with me tonight,” she mumbled as she sat down onto the bed. Y/N looked up towards Jack, her eyes softening. 

“Yeah?” he asked softly as he took a hold of her legs, helping her lay down completely. 

“The music was so good,” she mumbled as Jack took the ends of the comforter and covered it over her frame. Y/N took a deep breath as she met Jack’s gaze. “We would’ve danced so much,” she slurred as she smashed her face deeper into the pillow. Jack chuckled as he glided his hand along her side. 

“Next time honey,” he let out as he pressed his lips to her forehead. She smiled as her eyes shut delicately. Jack chuckled as he stood up and walked towards the bathroom that was attached to his bedroom. 

He flipped the light on as he walked towards the bathroom counter that had a package of her makeup remover wipes. He pulled one out and began to walk back towards the bed. 

A soft smile formed to his lips as he watched her roll onto her back. “I love you,” she slurred out, keeping her eyes shut. 

“I love you more, beautiful,” he whispered as he walked towards the bed, sitting down beside her. Slowly, he began to wipe the makeup from her face. He knew that she would feel much better in the morning. 

“You take such good care of me,” she mumbled as a soft smile formed to her lips.

“Get some sleep, baby,” he whispered as he leaned down and delicately pressed his lips against her forward.

[kurooh]

SWEET / or, sharing a joint with shoto one late night in bed.

★ warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, smoking (weed), slowish sex, cunnilingus, eating sugar scrub.

“ooh, that peppermint smells so good, sho.”

“you think so?” he replies with a whisper, voice low and soft as he presses kisses into the slope of your shoulder. “i was hoping you’d say that, heh.”

you lazily sweep your hand through his damp hair, lightly tugging on minty tufts of red and white. “of course i think so, sho,” you giggle, raising the joint to your lips and snuggling up closely against his warm body, “you always smell amazing.”

“as do you,” the compliment naturally rolls off his tongue and shoto smiles into your skin, a small and happy smile. “honestly, your sugar scrub is amazing. sometimes when i’m in the shower..”

his voice trails off and you hurriedly blow smoke out your lips, handing him the joint. “no, you just started a story. you have to finish it, please!”

shoto laughs, inhaling deeply to try and build up his resolve so it won’t be as painful when you laugh at him. “mmm,” he inhales softly, tucking his face into your neck, right below your ear, “i may have eaten it a few times.”

“what!?” you laugh, startled and shaking in his arms, “there’s no way you’ve eaten that shit.”

the room spins a little, and the flowing curtains seem to move in slow motion. although the air is cold, you’re pressed up close to your personal heater and absolutely loving it. shoto throws an arm over your hip and tugs you into him, startling to giggle along with you. it’s ridiculous to think about — him standing in the shower and scooping sweet sugar scrub into his mouth like winnie the pooh with some honey.

“i do hope you forget about this by tomorrow,” he huffs, reaching toward the bedside table to snuff out the joint in an ashtray. “hmm, maybe a kiss will speed up the process for the both of us?”

“fineee,” you give in, letting him lean over you to connect your lips. your mouths meet languidly, in a way that’s not at all hurried and entirely relaxed. what starts off as a simple, chaste kiss becomes something more in no time; shoto’s hands start to wander and you turn over, pressing your front into his. he tastes like smoky weed and sweetness — the exact flavor and scent of your sugar scrub. obviously, he took a bite or two while you weren’t looking while in the shower earlier.

his hair is still soft and damp, and you’re skin to skin beneath the blankets. through the haze, you can feel your hearts beating together — there’s little time to think about it before he’s tugging away for breath. “sho,” your lower lip wobbles as he lavishes your neck and chest in quick, open mouthed kisses, “we already went a few rounds in the shower, ‘m still a little tired.”

almost immediately, shoto pulls back, cheeks growing rosier than usual. “i wasn’t thinking of that.”

“i can literally feel you getting hard against me.”

he sighs, embarrassed. those earnest, reddened eyes of his seem to pin you down against the downy pillows when he throws a bashful look at you. “i’ve just been thinking about a midnight snack. it’s midnight, is it not?”

sure enough, you glance over at his phone, which lights up with a recent photo of the two of you set as the lockscreen. you offer him a cheeky smile, interested in his sudden craving for a sweet snack, “looks like it. sooo, what did you have in mind?”

“well, lovey,” he huffs, quickly and carefully angling himself onto his stomach between your thighs. the soft pads of his fingers trace invisible designs into your skin and he speaks while looking directly into your eyes. “since the shower, i’ve been wanting to eat you up.”

your hand slips beneath his chin and you cup his cheek affectionately, thumb stroking over his lower lip. your breath hitches when he lightly sucks your finger into his mouth, eyeing you as he swirls his tongue around it.

“well, what’re you waiting for?” you ask, voice trembling when he lets your finger go with a pop! and nuzzles his face into your hip. shoto litters the plush skin with kisses that already make you whine quietly. it’s the excitement and anticipation that has sticky arousal pooling between your thighs — he’s a good eater.

sensually and slowly, shoto’s tongue drags over the downward slope of your pelvis, pretty eyes on yours as he descends further.

“tell me what you want, hm?” he urges, voice thick and sultry.

“t-the way you usually do it,” you whisper, heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment when he arches a brow in faux confusion. “sho, pleaseee.”

“i want you to tell me, though,” he counters, warm breath fanning right over your slick cunt. god, it’s unbearable . . he’s so close and yet so far away. “don’t be all shy, it’s jus’ me.”

you spread your legs, giving him a better view of your pussy and the wetness that leaks from your folds. bashfully, you clear your throat. “i—um, i want you to lick me, that’s what you always do first.”

the words at the end of your sentence wobble when he does as you say, pale eyelids fluttering shut so he can drink you up. his tongue, hot and silky, strokes up and down your slit hungrily. you continue, shuddering, “and use your fingers to rub my clit—fuck, right there—need you to lick harder.”

“like this?” shoto mumbles innocently, thumb finding your clit while he starts to lap at your messy folds. slowly, he applies more pressure with that tongue of his, starting to slurp up your slick and his own saliva while he rolls your clit between his fingers. it seems to happen quickly, but that foggy haze in your head delays everything deliciously and makes you more sensitive to his touch. soon enough, you’re rocking your hips toward his face while you arch off the bed, a hand sliding into his hair while the other squeezes at the sheets.

“sho, ‘s perfect, just don’t stop.”

just like you’ve taught him to, he listens, letting himself slip into a state of euphoria. your smell, taste, and sounds are amplified by the weed but it doesn’t feel like too much. in fact, it’s not enough.

your breath catches in your throat when his large hands grasp your thighs and pull you into his face. he lets out a pleased moan, which is muffled by the lewd slurping and sucking of your cunt.

oh, shoto’s tongue is killer—it’s got your eyes rolling back into your skull while you shudder. with him, everything is even better because he’s always made it clear that he eats it for his pleasure, which is yours.

“ah, god,” you whimper, back arching off the bed, “sho, just a little harder—yeah, you’re gonna make me c-cum, please don’t stop!”

the ceiling seems to swirl around, and shocks of electricity race through your body, zapping away your focus on anything else. your legs are trembling on either side of his head, and you’re panting just from looking at him enjoying himself between your legs. it’s so much, all at once, and you’re struggling to speak as you dissolve into bliss.

“sho—fuck, ‘m cumming,” your legs wrap around his head tightly and your fingers delve deeper into his hair, twitching while he licks you through it. dizzy and seeing stars, you slowly start to come down, pointlessly flinching away from his touch. “h-hold on, it’s too much right now, i just came.”

“don’t care,” shoto gasps, and you see him rutting his hips into the bed desperately, “you jus’ taste so damn good, c-can’t stop myself..”

he’s holding you against his face and whining into your overstimulated pussy, all while thrusting his hips into the mattress like he’ll die if he doesn’t. the veins in his arms suddenly tighten, becoming as taut as a bowstring—he’s squeezing you tightly as he cums, sweat beading on his forehead beneath his now dry hair.

shoto’s head tips to the side, resting lazily against your thigh. he breathes heavily, shaking between your legs as he recovers from the strength of his orgasm. after all, he cums the hardest when he’s high, a fact that is never forgotten when lighting up.

“you okay?” you ask gently, fingers stroking over the sticky skin of his cheek. a soft grunt and a few quiet snores answer you almost immediately—he’s fallen asleep, with cum all over his face and pelvis.

“sho . . ? aww, wake up, we have to change the sheets.”

he turns over, snuggling into you and inhaling your scent from the crease of your thigh. an occasional habit of his, shoto sometimes falls asleep after sex, no matter the place. those pretty eyelashes of his flutter over his cheekbones and he starts to breathe steadily, completely relaxed. although your eyelids feel heavy too, you decide to rest for five minutes — but after a moment, you’re asleep too.

[kiemiu]

boyfriend matt headcanons | ( gender neutral!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship headcanons wc 316 (library) + (request)

boyfriend!matt who complains about being cold to get you closer even though he runs like a furnace.

boyfriend!matt who is too shy to directly ask for affection so he just stares at you.

boyfriend!matt who has written out wedding vows in his notes that he updates every now and then.

boyfriend!matt who carries all of your bags when you go shopping together.

boyfriend!matt who has you as his lockscreen, homescreen, and an emergency contact.

boyfriend!matt who keeps your fast food orders in his notes so he can memorize them.

boyfriend!matt who calls you at 2am because he misses the sound of your voice and can't fall asleep.

boyfriend!matt who has a picture of the two of you framed on his nightstand.

boyfriend!matt who was scared to say 'i love you' first but cried tears of joy when you said it back.

boyfriend!matt who got a new stuffed animal that he named after you and cuddles with every night when you're not there.

boyfriend!matt that randomly bites you just because.

boyfriend!matt who's always the first to comment and like your instagram posts.

boyfriend!matt who will get in verbal altercations with fans when they flirt with you to the point you have to pull him away.

boyfriend!matt who absolutely adores build-a-bear dates.

boyfriend!matt who has made the entire passenger side of his car to your liking and will demote any and everyone to the backseat if they touch/misplace anything.

boyfriend!matt who prefers indoor dates where you build lego sets together and watch movies in the comfort of his bedroom.

boyfriend!matt who gets personalized matching sweatshirts with both of your initials sewn into the inside of the sleeves.

boyfriend!matt who will play dress to impress with you all day if you asked.

' 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ' 🥡: @emely9274

[rd0265667]

Winter as your girlfriend

Aespa GF HC

✰When you first meet her, she’s got that soft-spoken, mysterious vibe. Big eyes, Gentle voice, Quiet Giggle. You question if she’s an angel

✰She’s not. She is a gremlin disguised as a cinnamon roll.

✰She does not know how to flirt, like at all

✰Her idea of flirting is dropping a meme in your dms then saying “This reminded me of you <3” (It’s a raccoon in a trashcan)

✰She sends you TikToks at the most random times, of cats doing backflips then gets sad if you don’t react within 5 minutes

“You didn’t laugh at the duck one…You hate me don’t you?”

✰She sends you a blurry picture of a fish in a hoodie with the caption, “You btw”(Followed by a heart and the text, I’m so romantic omg)

✰She shows love in her own peculiarly adorable way

✰If you’ve been working for too long and haven’t eaten in awhile, she’ll walk into your room, throw a bag of potato chips at your face at full speed and say, “Here, eat, love you.”

✰Orders vitamins for you, but eats marshmallows for lunch.

✰She makes you a playlist for the two of you and titled it, “u make my brain do the dumb”

✰Tells you she’s brought you something. It’s a rock that, and I quote, reminded her of your vibe

✰She loves poking your cheek then pretending that it wasn’t her

✰Her physical affection needs time to build up. She starts as a “I’ll sit near but not too near or they’ll think I’m a weirdo.”

✰Once she’s comfy though? She’s a sleepy koala

✰Falls asleep on your shoulder during movies

✰Hugs you from behind when you’re brushing your teeth, like a backpack that comes with kisses and occasional bites

✰Puts her cold feet on your legs under the blanket, saying “You love me, suffer.”

✰She ADORES lap cuddles but pretends she’s doing it because you want it.

“You look stressed, so I’m just gonna…sit here…You know. For your well being.”

✰Will nap on you, head on your chest, mumbling nonsense like, “You smell like safety, and pizza.”

✰She writes your name with little doodles on her phone case

✰Wears your hoodie and acts like she forgot it was yours

✰When you ask her about it, she claims that it just showed up on her body so it’s hers now

✰Blushes and almost breaks down when you hold her face with both hands and look into her eyes

✰She pretends that she’s not clingy, but starts panicking and printing fliers if you stop replying for more than 8 minutes

✰She takes 500 pictures of you when you’re not looking and sets her favourite as her lockscreen.

✰When you ask her why she needs so many, she says, “I need a new wallpaper. And a backup. And a shrine.”

✰Leaves post-its on your laptop that say, “Drink water or I fite u.”, “u look hot today”, and last but not least, “this is us if we were frogs. Love u”

✰You’re her emotional support human and designated “Person who explains things to waiter because she’s panicking.”

✰She’s dramatic in the gentlest, most goofy way ever.

✰She would trip over her own feet then blame the floor for “being dramatic”

✰You forgot to say good morning?

“It’s fine, I’ll just go live in the mountains alone. With squirrels.”

✰She’s named all your stuffed animals, and talks to them when she’s bored or you’re not home

“No, no, it’s okay that they left, it’s just that TRAITOR didn’t give me a forehead kiss before going out.”

✰She claims that they sometimes snitch on you.

✰She likes to lie across your lap like a cat and scroll through TikTok while occasionally turning to say, “Babe, look at this goat screaming.”

[dazzlingjaeyun]

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idol bf!sunghoon x non-idol gf!reader

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sunghoon was tired. he would have been tired on any other day that had a schedule this packed, but today felt extra draining.

maybe it was because he had to squeeze his birthday live in between recordings in the morning and another practice in the evening, or maybe because he would have much rather spent his day with his family.

or maybe it was because on top of all that, you hadn't even wished him a happy birthday. since the night before, you'd barely talked to him at all. you'd already been asleep when he'd come home just a few minutes after midnight and you had still been sleeping when he'd left way too early in the morning.

he had sent you a message to let you know he'd likely be home late again and he had wished you a great day. you had replied. you just hadn't said a word for his birthday. and as he wrapped up practice and checked his phone, hoping to see a missed call or at least a message from you, his shoulders slumped even more when he saw his lockscreen was blank.

sure, he was grateful for all the wishes from his members, family, and the fans – but it was yours that he cared the most about, and you had forgotten it just like that?

he wordlessly left the practice room, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he walked through the halls of the company building and out the door. the cold air surrounded him immediately, fogging his breath and causing him to pull the hood of his jacket a little further down his face.

he started walking home, knowing well he'd be faster if he took a cab, but he hoped the fresh air could somehow clean the haze that was his mind. his eyes stayed on the ground until a sudden cold feeling on the very tip of his nose caused him to look up. tiny snowflakes, illuminated by the street lights, were dancing around in the air until they landed on the ground.

sunghoon couldn't help but think of the excited expression on your face each year you'd seen the first snow – and it only deepened the frown on his face.

when he reached your shared apartment and unlocked the door, only to be met by complete darkness and silence, he knew that it would be the first day in almost four years of dating that you wouldn't speak a single word. and, of course, it had to be his birthday.

as he turned on the light and entered the kitchen just to grab a glass of water, your voice startled him to a point he almost jumped.

"happy birthday!" you exclaimed, rushing up to your boyfriend who stayed rooted in place and swinging your arms around him tightly.

"i'm so so sorry," you mumbled against his chest as he slowly snapped out of his shock and put his arms around you. "you thought i forgot, right?"

sunghoon hummed in response, pulling you a little tighter – and for the first time since he'd left in the morning, he started to feel okay.

"i felt terrible if that helps," you chuckled as you slowly pulled away. "and i made your favorites to make up for it," you pointed towards the stove where you'd lined up several pots and bowls.

sunghoon took a moment to marvel at the dishes that you'd prepared for him, his still slightly startled face slowly relaxing and a warm smile forming on his lips.

"you didn't see the best yet," you announced as you opened the fridge and took out a big bowl of tiramisu, which quickly melted away the last bits of discomposure from your boyfriend's face.

once sunghoon finished eating, you gently took his hand and led him to the living room where a carefully wrapped present lay on the sofa.

"happy birthday," you said again, your voice a hint softer than before. sunghoon smiled back at you and leaned down to capture your lips in a quick but soft kiss.

when you pulled away after a while, he followed, chasing your lips again, which drew a small chuckle from you.

"open your gift, love," you instructed, and after another short kiss, he slowly pulled back and reached for the present.

his eyes lit up when he ripped the neatly wrapped paper and saw the soft material he immediately recognized – the jacket he'd been wanting to get, the one that matched yours perfectly.

"you remembered i wanted to get this one?" he asked, his tone almost surprised. you nodded before pointing to another, smaller package on the coffee table. "this one too."

sunghoon glanced at you before opening the smaller box. his brows knitted as he pulled out a tiny piece of fabric, staring at it in confused silence.

he looked between you and the miniature clothing, trying to piece it together.

"wait. are you telling me you're preg–"

"hoon!" you cut him off in a serious tone, biting your lip to not start laughing, "that's for gaeul. i know it's technically not a gift for you, but i thought it would be cute to get her a coat to match us too, but if you don't like–"

"it's adorable," he said with a reassuring smile, placing the mini coat back on the coffee table and pulling you into his arms instead.

"i can't wait to match with my two favorite girls."

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[bambieyedoll]

im not the usual bella annon, but I just finished the first ep of season 2 and I'd love see more bella x reader. maybe reader visiting bella on set or reader meeting the rest of the cast?

hi, baby ! ohhh, i feel terrible for making you wait so long. it’s been in my drafts for a while and i just needed to rewrite a couple of things. it’s finally here ! i hope you like it. thank you so much for your request, mwah x🐰

you’d been counting down the days until your flight for weeks, bella sending you behind-the-scenes selfies daily with increasingly dramatic captions like,

“28 hours until i finally see you and i can stop being a lovesick fool.”

the moment you arrive on set, bella literally runs to you, joel-style (ironic), throws their arms around you, and just buries their face in your neck like they haven’t seen you in years.

“you’re here,” they whisper into your hair, voice all muffled and soft, and the crew collectively melts like hot butter in july.

you’re just standing there, still wrapped in bella’s arms, when pedro suddenly appears over their shoulder, all charm and teasing.

“so this is the girl who makes our bella blush in between takes.” he says with a grin, shaking your hand like you’re royalty before hugging you too.

bella, now red-faced: “pedro, oh my god.”

pedro immediately becomes your honorary set dad. within an hour, he’s offering you snacks from the craft table, giving you his coat because it’s “cold on canadian sets,” and showing you embarrassing behind-the-scenes photos of bella.

“i’m surrounded by traitors,” bella grumbles as you and pedro bond, but they’re grinning like they’ve never been happier.

the crew is so excited to meet you because bella does not shut up about you. every second is like:

“y/n made me this bracelet,”

“oh, y/n says i look like a feral raccoon in this take,”

“y/n could probably win a fight against a clicker.”

and the crew quickly adore you because you’re sweet and supportive, but also because bella keeps bragging:

“she made me a playlist for every episode we filmed. who even does that?”

the cast: collective “aww” sounds, followed by groaning from the grips and camera crew.

bella insisted on giving you the grand tour themselves. even though the crew offered a proper escort, they were like, “nope. she’s with me. vip access only.”

and every time someone asked if you were bella’s “friend,” bella would immediately correct them with, “girlfriend, actually,” while squeezing your hand like a proud little menace.

the second day you’re on set, bella is so clingy it becomes a running joke among the crew. you’re sitting in their chair? they’ll just sit on the armrest or literally on your lap.

“bella functions better when she’s in arm’s reach,” someone jokes.

bella doesn’t even deny it.

“correct.”

you catch bella watching you when you laugh at something pedro says, this soft, open look on their face like they’re memorizing every second.

you bring baked goods one morning and suddenly you’re the official sweetheart of the crew. even the grumpy lighting tech smiles at you. bella just watches with heart eyes.

one of the sound guys had a dog that hung around set and instantly attached itself to you. bella took so many pictures of you playing with it and used it as her lockscreen the same day.

bella gets weirdly bashful when you watch them film scenes. you can see their eyes flick to where you’re standing, like they’re trying to impress you even if they’re covered in fake blood.

you hang around behind the monitors and watch them shoot a scene, and bella keeps sneaking glances at you between takes—until the director sighs and finally says:

“bella, i know she’s cute, but maybe don’t break character mid-apocalypse to wink at your girlfriend?”

you and pedro get adorably close in a couple of days and bella is slightly jealous until pedro jokingly says, “i get it now. i’d be obsessed with her too.”

bella, smug again: “she’s all mine, though.”

after wrap, bella drags you into their trailer where they’ve made it look like a little safe haven—twinkle lights, snacks you like, a blanket from your apartment.

“missed you,” they murmur, nuzzling their face into your neck.

“you’re such a baby,” you tease.

“your baby,” they shoot back, without missing a beat.

pedro insists on taking you both out to dinner with a few other cast members, and by the end of it, you’re honorary crew. he also tells you embarrassing stories about bella’s bloopers.

bella, face in their hands: “he’s lying. none of that happened. i’m a professional.”

one night after shooting a heavy scene, bella shows up at your hotel room, still in their hoodie, and just crawls into bed without a word. you hold them in the quiet for a while before they whisper:

“you being here makes everything less heavy.”

then they fall asleep with their face tucked under your chin.

you two started a cute habit of writing each other little post-it notes and hiding them on set—behind props, under scripts, in makeup bags. bella once found one mid-scene and had to bite back a grin.

you take a polaroid of you both in front of one of the abandoned sets, and bella keeps it in their script binder for the rest of filming.

pedro later catches them smiling at it and just whispers, “you’re so gone for her.”

bella: “yeah. i know.”

the cast teases bella endlessly after catching you two sneaking kisses behind set pieces.

“get a room!” someone shouts. bella flips them off, but doesn’t stop smiling.

someone catches you both napping on a couch between takes, bella curled into your side, mouth slightly open, your hand in their hair. pedro takes a photo and sends it to bella later like:

“in case you ever forget how grossly adorable you two are.”

bella gives you their hoodie to wear one day and the crew immediately notices. you become the couple everyone asks about when you’re not on set.

“oh? where’s bella’s girl today?”

“she’s working from the trailer.”

“aw, cute.”

on your last day, they wrap early and the whole crew gives you a mini goodbye party. bella reads you a dumb little poem they wrote in their phone notes and then tucks their face into your neck and mumbles:

“please don’t go yet. stay one more day. or forever. whichever works best.”

[hornyfor-redacted-onmain]

Soft SKZ Thoughts

I should be finishing my fic but everytime I sit down to write, I just end up thinking soft thoughts >~<

→ Jisung writing love songs for you because he can only think about you. Its either the best thing he's ever written, or the worst, but you love them all the same. The first love song he ever wrote was followed by him asking you out on a date, and its the same song he'll sing at your wedding years later.

→ Minho smiling at you everytime you walk in a room. He cant control how much he gravitates towards you, always wanting to be close. He doesnt even care if the others tease him, because he gets to watch you smile back at him. He gets to kiss you hello and goodbye. He gets to love you.

→ Chan watching you as you sleep, trying to memorize the dips in your face, counting the seconds between each breath, wondering how he got so lucky to have met you. He'll make your sleeping face his lockscreen, and often complains that he can only fall asleep with you at his side.

→ Jeongin is determined to play tough when you first meet, but you crumble his walls faster than a wrecking ball in a miley cyrus mv. He's smooth, he's got all the right words, and he wont hesitate to make the first move. But he'll be smiling and giggling into his pillow that night, and the first time he kisses you? his lips will be tingling for hours after.

→ Cooking with Felix. You end up with something smeared on your face and a giggling australian, and whether you retaliate or pout, youll be getting a soft kiss as apology in the end. Dont be surprised if one day he bakes you your favorite treat. He personally called up your closest friends/relatives to find out what you liked.

→ Changbin scooping you up into a hug whenever you see each other. doesnt matter if its been months or hours, he always want to hold you in his arms. You always get a free seat on his lap, always get a free hug when its cold, and all you need to do is ask before hes dropping everything to get you whatever you want.

→ Seungmin watches you. He plays it cool, smiling or looking away if you catch him, but really he cant help it. He memorizes your orders at a restaurant, files away the names of all your friends, the way the sunlight hits your face and makes you glow. He wants to know everything about you.

→ Hyunjin, ever the hopeless romantic, falling for you within weeks of meeting each other. He loves washing your hair, giving you massages, watching whatever you want on movie night, imagining your face to every love song he hears. He'd already planned out his wedding vows by the time he finally asked you out, and he sometimes rehearses them in the shower.

[zraiusxo]

aaaa i absolutely ADOREEE your work, can i request Suguru Geto x Fem!reader domestic fluff head cannons pretty please?

♡ not proofread. fluff, slightly suggestive content.

Suguru Geto ♡ Married Headcanons SFW

husband!suguru who wakes up before you just to admire the way you breathe against his chest, smiling to himself like he can't believe you're really his. husband!suguru who sometimes traces lazy little patterns on your bare skin with his fingertips, spelling out "i love you" without saying a word.

husband!suguru is absolutely the type to absentmindedly kiss your wedding ring whenever he holds your hand, especially when he's thinking deeply or feeling sentimental. husband!suguru loves waking you up by kissing your bare shoulder, his voice still deep from sleep as he mumbles,

"morning, mrs. geto."

husband!suguru on lazy weekends, insists you stay in bed longer — pulling you back under the covers when you try to get up, murmuring against your neck,

"five more minutes, my sweet."

husband!suguru who cooks breakfast shirtless, hair tied up messily, muscles flexing every time he flips a pancake just to catch you staring at him.

husband!suguru who has a special drawer where he keeps little mementos of your marriage — movie tickets, a pressed flower from your wedding bouquet, scribbled notes you’ve left him.

husband!suguru who gently scolds you, when you're too busy to take care of yourself — tying your hair up, bringing you tea, massaging your shoulders with his strong hands.

husband!suguru who catches you wearing his shirt and nothing else underneath, you know it's over for you. he’s immediately pulling you into his lap, rough hands wandering under the fabric with a wicked grin.

husband!suguru's kisses are slow and deliberate when he comes home after a long day — like he needs to feel every second he missed of you.

husband!suguru sometimes he gets so lost in watching you laugh that he forgets what he was even saying, just smiling dumbly as he listens to you talking about your day.

husband!suguru who loves to rest his head in your lap while you're reading a book or scrolling through your phone, letting you play with his hair until he dozes off.

husband!suguru doesn’t just say "i love you," — he shows it in the smallest ways: him refilling your water glass without you asking, rubbing your cold feet under the covers when the nights get extra cold, carrying the heavy grocery bags without a word.

husband!suguru who pretends to be wounded whenever the twins call for you instead of him, holding a hand to his heart dramatically until you kiss it better.

husband!suguru who's soft chuckles erupt from him when you’re flustered around him— still so shy even after marriage, and he loves it.

husband!suguru who notices if you're ever upset, doesn't rush you. he sits quietly next to you, ready to listen or just hold your hand, letting you know he's there without forcing you to talk.

husband!suguru who loves slow showers together— not always sexual— just standing behind you with his chin resting atop your head, helping you wash your hair, pressing kisses between your shoulder blades and up to your nape.

husband!suguru who keeps a photo of you two in your teenage years as his phone lockscreen— not even subtle about showing it off when someone asks about his wife.

husband!suguru who has days where he doesn’t want to leave for missions at all, lingering at the doorway with a frown until you pull him down for one last kiss.

husband!suguru who's feeling especially possessive, marks you up just a little— love bites hidden where only he can see them— reminders that you belong to each other. husband!suguru who slow dances you in the living room to a song playing softly on the record player— even if the girls are laughing at you both from the couch. husband!suguru sneaks glances at you across crowded rooms— a soft, secret smile playing on his lips because no matter how full the world is, you’re the only one he sees. husband!suguru who loves to hold you from behind while you're pouring a cup of tea on the counter or lazily brushing your teeth in the mornings, he's so close you can feel his heart beating against your back. husband!suguru will manhandle you a little when he's feeling needy— picking you up effortlessly to sit you on the counter, the table, his lap— wherever he wants you. husband!suguru who makes sure to murmur praises against your skin while making love, slow and unhurried, like he’s trying to memorize the way you taste, sound, and shiver beneath him. husband!suguru who kisses every part of you that you’re self-conscious about, worshipping every inch with devotion until you believe you’re as beautiful as he’s always seen you. husband!suguru who's a sweet talker through and through. he may not look like it but he knows what to say to get you all flustered, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, about how beautiful you are to him.

husband!suguru when it's late at night and the house is quiet, sometimes whispers about the future against your skin— about growing old together.

husband!suguru is patient in bed, savoring the way you fall apart under him— he never rushes, treating every night like it’s your honeymoon all over again. husband!suguru will unbutton your clothes slowly when he's desperate for you— on purpose. he's savoring every inch of skin revealed like you're something sacred he’s worshiping.

husband!suguru sometimes wakes you up in the middle of the night just to make love to you slow and sleepy, murmuring how much he needs you, how perfect you feel.

even after years together, husband!suguru still looks at you like he’s falling in love for the very first time— and every time he kisses you, you feel it.

♡ a/n: i'm not very familiar with geto's character. forgive me if i mischaracterized! thanks for reading xo

[diazsdimples]

Congratulations on 1K 🥳 ❤️

Hope all goes well with the surgery 🫶

I'm going to request:

Bucktommy small fic: Buck or Tommy (you pick!) finds a ring box hidden in a drawer

Bucktommy text chain: flirty vibes!

MWAH!

Ahhh thank you!! Finally getting around to answering this!! Your text chains will be in a separate post 😊 I hope you enjoy!!

Little black box (Teen, 2.2k | Bucktommy)

Tommy isn't meant to see it.

Not now, at least. Not like this.

He should see it for the first time as Evan slowly gets down on one knee, producing it from his jacket pocket. It should be a surprise that fills his stomach with helium, making him feel light and as though he could float away if it weren’t for the strength of Evan’s presence beside him, keeping him forever grounded.

Instead, he just feels cold, his throat tightening as he looks down at the small, velvet box. It’s so innocent, resting between Evan’s underwear as though it’s been there for months, comfortable in its space. And it might have been, for all he knows. Tommy’s eyes sting as he pushes back the thought that he might never have known, had it not been for the skill and quick thinking of the paramedics.

His hands are shaking, he realises, as he covers the box once again, hiding it with the briefs that had once been shielding it from the world – from Tommy’s knowledge. Admittedly it’s one of the most obvious hiding places ever, easily discoverable should Tommy ever rifle through Evan’s old socks, but he’s never had any need to do that.

Until now.

Swallowing down the rapidly rising lump in his throat, Tommy picks out a couple of pairs of briefs before selecting a pair of soft sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt of his that he knows Evan loves. With a heavy sigh, Tommy drops to the side of their bed and his head hangs. A lone tear escapes from the corner of his eye, making a silent track down the side of his nose before dripping off the end. It falls onto the duvet cover, a small splotch of wet right next to the rose petaled pattern.

Evan’s blood is still under his fingernails, staining the tips of his fingers like rust on steel. He’d scrubbed them in the hospital as his breaths came hard and fast, his heart feeling as though it could explode from his chest. He’d scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until he bled himself. Eddie had come in behind him, taking the soap from his hands and had guided him from the bathroom.

“Go home,” he’d said, peering into Tommy’s weary face. “Get some rest. I’ll call you when he’s awake.”

Maddie had driven him home. She’d offered to stay but he’d declined, saying Evan would need her more, that she should be there when he woke up. After she’d left, he’d clutched Evan’s pillow and cried himself dry until he finally passed out.

Sleep had been fitful as images of the accident flashed behind Tommy’s eyes. He’d woken with a start, gasping for breath as his phone buzzed beside him, the lockscreen of Evan’s smiling face an ever-present reminder of what he’d almost lost.

Tommy lets out a low groan, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, as if that’ll erase the image of Evan’s hair, usually blond and curled, now russet and matted with blood. He shakes his head in an attempt to clear it and pulls the clothes into a neat pile beside him, ready to fold into a bag when he leaves.

He should shower. He can smell the lingering scent of hospital and the metallic twang of blood clinging to his clothes. There's a red blossom at the hem of his shirt from where he'd cradled Evan's head in his lap as they'd waited for the paramedics. With a weary sigh, Tommy pulls off his shirt and kicks off his jeans, throwing them into the hamper. He can sort them when they're home.

He showers quickly and efficiently, scrubbing every inch of his body until he feels raw, but finally free from the tarnish of Evan’s blood. Hair still wet and curling at the tips, Tommy places Evan’s clothes carefully in the backpack, along with a charger, a book, and a collection of snacks.

The drive to the hospital seems to stretch, as though Chronos himself is tugging on the threads of time, stretching out every tortuous minute where Tommy isn’t by Evan’s side. He thinks about the box, about the accident, about the events leading up to it, trying to unpack it all, to find an instance where he could take the blame. Somehow, it would be easier that way.

Maddie’s waiting outside Evan’s room. There are dark circles around her eyes and her nose is red, as though she’s been crying. Eddie and Christopher are gone, though this doesn’t surprise Tommy. They’d had a long day, and the teenager was bound to be tiring out.

“How is he?” Tommy asks. His voice sounds rough, like someone’s taken to his vocal cords with sandpaper.

“Awake. Sore,” Maddie replies. She looks at Tommy softly, her hand coming up to cradle his still-shaking fingers, steadying him. “He’s been asking for you. Go.”

She nudges him gently towards the door and he goes, drawn always to Evan like a moth to a flame.

The door creaks as he opens it and Evan looks up, roused by the noise. Tommy’s heart stutters as he takes in his boyfriend’s appearance. He looks so small in the hospital bed, his chest covered in wires from the EKG leads. His head is bandaged, hiding the wide gash from Tommy’s view. Evans eyes fill with tears and he reaches out, his fingers trembling faintly.

“Tommy,” he croaks, and Tommy’s knees almost give out with relief. Evan is okay, he’s alive and he’s breathing. He isn’t bleeding anymore, his life force safely contained behind a row of stitches, some surgical glue, and a layer of fabric. He looks better than Tommy expected – maybe a little groggy, but there’s life in those eyes. And he wants his boyfriend.

Tommy crosses the room in two quick strides and drops the backpack beside the bed before sinking to his knees. His arms wrap around Evan’s shoulders, drawing him against his chest and he breathes in the coppery tang of the blood still in Evan’s hair.

“Hey, hey sweetheart it’s okay,” Tommy soothes, kissing Evan’s forehead. “I’ve got you. I’m here.”

Evan takes in a deep, shuddering breath. His firsts curl in Tommy’s jumper, clutching onto him as though he expects Tommy to disappear. Tommy knows the feeling.

“You weren’t here when I woke up.”

Tommy’s heart shatters into a million pieces and he pulls Evan tighter. He’ll never let go, never let Evan out of his sight again.

“I know, I’m sorry baby. I had to go home for a bit, I think Eddie was ready to chloroform me to make me rest.” Tommy chuckles quietly at the memory, and tears prick in his eyes as the pain of having to leave washes over him again. He pulls away, swiping his fist over his cheek.

“A-are you okay?” Evan asks, his hand coming up to cup Tommy’s cheek, as though Tommy’s the one that’s just been through a terrifying, life-threatening accident, not him.

“I should be asking you that, look at you,” Tommy laughs wetly, kissing Evan’s palm. He runs his hand over the rough bandage on his forehead, the fabric catching on small nicks in his skin. Evan’s eyes flutter shut, and he leans into Tommy’s touch. “Hey, I got you some clean clothes, if you wanted to get into something more comfy.”

Evan’s face lights up as Tommy reaches beside him and pulls the backpack up onto the bed.

“God yes, these hospital gowns are awful. Thank you, baby.” Evan grins as he pulls the backpack towards him and begins pawing through its contents. He kisses Tommy sweetly as he pulls out the snacks and the charger, placing the items on the small table beside his bed. The clothes come next – first the hoodie, then the sweatpants, and then finally, his boxers. Evan’s smile falters as he lifts them up, his brow furrowing as he slowly puts two and two together.

He licks his lips before speaking. “Where – uh – where did you get these from.”

Tommy could lie. He could say they they’re his, that he wasn’t thinking when he got them. Evan would laugh, probably say something flirty if he wasn’t so tired, and that would be it. He wouldn’t have to know and Tommy could live with the weight of his discovery on his own.

He can’t do that, though.

“Your underwear drawer,” Tommy eventually answers. His mouth feels dry as he braces himself for Evan’s reaction.

The blood drains from Evan’s face, leaving him waxy and pinched. “Does that mean – did you see…?”

He trails off, unable to finish his sentence, but he doesn’t have to. He never has to, when it comes to Tommy.

“Yeah,” Tommy replies softly. He takes Evan’s hand, running his thumb over his knuckles.

Evan settles back against his pillows, unable to meet Tommy’s eyes. “Oh.”

His face is etched with worry and Tommy can practically see the thoughts swirling through his brain. The brain that Tommy loves so much, that’s made Evan the man he is, so readily able to twist Evan’s thoughts and fears until he crumbles from them.

Tommy won’t allow that.

“Hey,” he says quietly, cupping Evan’s cheek. “It doesn’t change anything, Evan.”

Evan’s eyes meet his, and Tommy can see the panic behind the beautiful blue irises. He hurries to amend his statement, shuffling closer to Evan so he can rest their foreheads together, careful to avoid the bruises beneath the bandage. “Not unless you want it to.”

“W-what do you mean?” Evan asks. His voice is small, and Tommy feels a wetness against his fingertips. He wipes it away, smearing the tear against Evan’s cheek, and brushes the lightest of kisses against his lips.

He hasn’t been sure how he was going to reassure Evan about it, but the words flow easily from him now.

“I don’t mind that I found it. Nothing has been ruined for me, because I know that’s what you’re thinking right now.” The guilty flash of Evan’s eyes confirm his suspicions. “You could have proposed to me while we were 10,000 feet in the air with the helicopter spiralling out of control, and I would have said yes. You could have taken me to watch the whales, and you got down on one knee as their flukes crested a wave, and I would have said yes. You could have asked me while we were crusty and hungover and puking our brains out and I would have said yes.”

Tommy kisses Evan’s cheek, his nose, between his eyebrows, before finally pressing a kiss to his lips. He tastes salty, from blood or tears Tommy doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care. “Baby, you have to know you’re it for me,” he whispers.

Evan shudders against him, his breath hot on Tommy's lips. His hands reach out to grasp Tommy's wrist, his grip firm, stopping Tommy from pulling away. Not that he wants to.

“I know I’ve got a pretty bad concussion, but can we just ignore that for two seconds?” he asks. Tommy’s brow furrows in confusion – it wasn’t at all the response he expected. He moves backwards, giving Evan some space, gauging his expression.

“Okay?”

Evan winces a little as he moves forward, and he takes Tommy’s hands in his, his fingers rubbing at the webbing between Tommy’s thumb and forefinger. He looks beautiful, even with the slowly blackening eye and the small tuft of curls sticking up from beneath his bandage. Tommy finds himself marvelling at how lucky he is, as he does at least once a day.

“I am a little sad you found it,” Evan admits, ducking his head and looking up at Tommy through his lashes. “I’d planned a whole day – we were going to go to the Getty on our anniversary and I was going to take you into the garden and propose to you there, not where there were too many people, but so that we could see the city. Our home.”

“Evan I -”

“Let me finish,” Evan replies, flicking Tommy’s nose with a grin. Tommy does as he’s told, shutting his mouth with a snap.

Evan takes a steadying breath before continuing. “But. After today, the accident, and all those beautiful things you said to me, I think I’ve realised that there’s no point in waiting. It doesn’t matter how I ask, right? As long as it’s you and me together.”

He leans forwards again, his mouth ghosting over Tommy’s in the softest brush of a kiss.

“So, Thomas William Kinard, will you marry me?”

It’s like he’d used up all his words in reassuring Evan, because suddenly his response is stuck in his throat. Tommy looks around them, at the basin in the corner, the small table on which lies Evan’s belongings, the monitor attached to the wall that’s recorded the spike in Evan’s heart rate. He looks at Evan, battered and bruised and looking altogether worse for wear, skin the same colour as the sheets in which he’s wrapped, but alive, breathing, and asking Tommy to marry him. Nothing he could say would ever feel like enough to express his love for this man. In the end, his answer is simple, as though he’s been waiting his whole life to say it. And maybe, in some ways, he has.

“Yes, Evan, I will marry you.”

[mysinsforbts]

Sunghoon Boyfriend Headcanons

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dom! sunghoon x sub! f. reader

+ 18

Warnings: smut/nsfw , hickeys, marking, biting, public sex, somnophillia, daddy/sir kink, roleplaying, morning sex, sexting, toys, lingerie, size kink, wall sex, shower sex, blowjob, dirty talking, teasing, dom! sunghoon (let me know if I forgot something)

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(These are just random 3am thoughts! Feel free to disagree but DON'T come for me! Please enjoy~ )

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SFW:

- He is the cool guy! Listen, he won't look at anyone else like he does at you. He loves his fans but the look he gives you.. it hits different

- The type of guy who is sly with flirting, especially in public. He flirts with you but makes it so smart that no one (besides his group members) will pick up on it

- It doesn't save you tho (lmao), makes you blush and your heart race regardless

- The cutest thing is, if you flirt back in private, he gets shy, won't show it tho

- He just sighs, bites his lip and turns away, seconds later having his 'pokerface' on again

- Sunghoon will compliment you everyday at least once, usually more than once

- He knows! I don't need to say more.. He knows! The way you look at him, the thoughts that cross your mind, the blush on your face, the fanfic you write (not calling myself out here), the photos you save.. everything!

- He knows but he keeps it to himself, beeing all smug about it and teasing you here and there

- The, "what eyes? ;) ", type of boyfriend (IF YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW-)

If you don't:

He always gives you these stares, gazes, looks that makes your hwart drop out of your chest, fully knowing what he does to you. So if you ask him, "Stop looking at me with those eyes", he will just smirk and be like, "what eyes?", while continueing to look at you like this .. little tease

- Many people say that he is not into pda in public. But I slightly disagree. He would be into some pda in public. He is just so cool and slick about it, either everyone thinks it's an accident or a joke

- Soo.. hand holding, slight touches on your shoulder, soft head pats, brushing against your waist would happen, he would let you know he loves you no matter where the both of you are

- Will want to show you off infront of his group members (you can fight me on this- pls don't!), but let me say that him and jake will have a "show-off" competion or something (lmao)

- Will kiss you infront of his group members, just gently kisses tho, he saves the rest for the night ;)

- Sunghoon actually loves to have you sit on his lap in private or infront of the other members, holds you with one hand by your waist while checking his phone

- Would take mirror selcas with you on his lap, just for the both you

- If you ever want a surten 'boyfriend-lockscreen' for your phone, just say the word and he will make your wish come true

- Would use nicknames like: princess, babe, honey, cutie

- The type to give you his jacket when it's cold outside or when it rains

- Would love to see you wearing his clothes, would never tell you that tho

- Has a smirk on his face when you walk around in his clothes and the other members see you

- Gives you princess treatment all the time

- Never makes you pay for anything, sometimes you feel bad for it and try to pay before he can (lmao)

- He is also such a caring boyfriend, makes sure you are all set on your periode

- Makes you hot chocolate to calm your nerves, feeds you sweets

- Makes sure you always have coffee in the morning when you wake up

- Sends you sweet texts through the day

- Like he could be having a show on that day and sends you a text 2 minutes before it that just says: "Love you, hope you enjoy the show~", or something like that

- You are always 100 % on his mind

- Coldly rejects any sort of confessions, besides the love from his fans

- Feels honored if you get jelaous, but would make sure that you don't feel the need to be jelaous

- Makes you feel you're the only one in his eyes, which you are

- He is very protective of you, never let's you walk alone in the dark, makes sure to at least calls you a cab

- Goes on ice skating dates with you

- You don't know how? No problem he will teach you

- Will try to impress you while skating

- So praise him will you?!

- Sunghoon will sometimes act out some k-drama scenes, just for the fun of it

- "Didn't you hear me?", sunghoon says while slowly closing in on you, pinning you against the wall behind you, "I said I can't forget the memorys of you from last night", his face so close to yours, whispering into your ear

- He has his moments okay??

- Loves it when you play along

- It's always so hilarious when you two act out a scene while the members are aound (lmao)

- "ahh they are at it again", "can't you get a room" , these comments would fly around a lot

- A lot of midnight dates, late night walks, star-gazing dates

- Sometimes you both would just sit in silence, looking into each others eyes for ages, not saying anything, just starring at each other

- The type to spoil you with gifts

- Sunghoon as the cool boyfriend, waiting for you, hearing music with his cool headphones

- When he is with you tho he will bring his other headphones so you two can listen to music together

- The type to have his headphones one, sitting on the coutch, you think he can't hear you, so you smile softly, with a slight blush on your face and a surten gaze in your eyes, "I love you so much..", before you turn around to leave. Meanwhile sunghoon having one part of his headphones behind his ears, hearing very well what you said. He smiles and turns around yelling back, "I love you to babe!", and starts to laugh at your suprised face

- He is a tease, would do that a lot and somehow you can never tell if he really is listening or not

- When you're crying or are upset he would put his headphones over your ears and plays your favorite comfort song, gently hugging you from behind, calming you down

- He might not be the best with words but his actions say everything

- His presence alone his calming to you

- In private he is actually a huge cuddler

- Will share his hoddies with you

- loves when you wear his clothes

- Loves to just hold you close, no matter how, while cooking, standing behind you hugging you, having you sit on his lap, spooing you while sleeping, just holding your hand while eating dinner or breakfast

- Buys your favorite sweets and snacks when you had a bad day to cheer you up

- If you don't kiss him before going to bed or leaving the house he will pout and just glare at the door or at you ( a huge baby lmao)

- The most hilarious is when you get to close to one of the other members. *cough* heesung *cough*

- He just stares at the other member so long till they get the message, like sunghoon can be really intimidating at times, especially when he gets jelaous

- Later on will walk up to and sing, "Honey, love me, love me, please tell me you love me. Where did that other guy come from? Don't you falter now. Love me, please honey tell me that you love me~", in a cheerfull voice. You were about to laugh, asking what's going on. But the moment your eyes met his, you could tell that his voice doesn't match with the look in his eyes. It's way more serious. Way darker

- Of course you understood right away and cuddled him, telling him not to be jelaous and that you only love him

- Now look at his big huge smile, grinning like a cute kitten

NSFW:

- A dom (no questions asked)

- never does anything without your consent

- loves to see you covered in his hickeys (if you would be up for it)

- has this undiscovered kink, it's called biting

- you would have to ask him for it, he would at least give it a try and will eventually figure out that he likes it

- the type to buy you often new lingerie

- sometimes makes you wear it all day just to take it of off you at night

- Is kinkier than he looks

- Makes you his little princess

- If he doesn't have a daddy kink, then a 'sir-kink'

- He can be both, soft & romantic with candles, dinner before it, roses everywhere, buying you flowers but also pushing you up against the next wall, ripping off your clothes while biting your neck, doing it rough & hard

- Not the risky type but doesn't say no to a bit of public sex

- If you would have the ice ring to just yourself he would take you there

- Sexting would be a thing if he is away on tour

- Buys you a bunch of toys for when he is away so you won't get bored

- Probably has a second phone for just sexting so that nothing can 'accidently' be uploaded somewhere

- Sunghoon is a very carefull, smart person so stuff like that would not happen to him

- Has a somnophillia kink, would only act on it after you gave him his consent

- If you gave him your consent, expect to be waking up into pure pleasure, in the middle of the night, in the morning, doesn't matter

- He has actually very little self control

- Has a lot of stamina, can go for more rounds, also he lasts very long

- Big dick energy for a reason, I refuse to believe that he is small! Man is huge!

- If you say stuff like how big he is, it will be such a turn on for him

- lowkey size kink

- aftercare king, cuddles, makes sure you're okay and comfortable

- brings you something to drink for you throat, "You screamed so much, better drink something," while smirking at you

- walks around shirtless on purpose just to tease you and see you blush

- while concerts when he does hip thrusts he always looks your way and winks at you

- loves when you hold eye contact while sucking him off

- makes you cum 2 times before cumming himself

- buys you the pill and takes over any costs regarding that, won't accept a no

- sometimes his mouth just let's dirty words or stuff slip, has a pokerface look on his face but says some nasty stuff.. idk he just doesn't care man (lmao-)

- leaves you to deal with the explaination to the other members

- if one of the members trys to tease him he will just stare blanky and give a honest answer

- "You two were soo loud last night. Dude is your bed okay? Like.. was it that good?", jake asked teasingly. Sunghoon just looked back st him and goes, "yes.. and?". Leaving you a blushing mess and not knowing what to answer

- he is smirking on the inside but keeps his cool on the outside

- shows off his strength by fucking you against the wall (have you seen those arms?!)

- you can't resist but wanting to shower with him, like wet hair sunghoon come on now..

- soo you would just beg him to let you join

- just beg and surely you gonna get what you want

- seeing you in just his hoddies turns him secretly on, just wear his jacket and he is obsessed with it

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(That's it for now! Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it~)

[shakespearean-simp]

get back to you soon

pairing -> mattheo x reader

word count -> 480 (just a lil something :D)

warnings -> reader death (no details, just stated as such), soft!mattheo, mourning, use of cellular devices, no happy ending, semi-angst?

summary -> "leave a message after the beep!"...i miss you.

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during the war, you had lost your life to death eaters, who mattheo quickly killed as he rushed to cradle your unmoving form. nobody came near, too afraid of the volatile boy whose heart had just died with person in his arms. by the time anyone was brave enough to kneel down next to him, he was shaking with a mix of barely contained emotions and tears streaking down his face, soaking his bloodied shirt with grief.

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a week later, mattheo sat in his room, unmoving and unable to wrap his head around the fact that you were dead. it had always been a risk, but it always felt so far away, such a distant warning until it grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you away. the only possessions the aurors had been able to find were a golden locket with the initial 'M' engraved on it, with a picture of the two of you posing and laughing together. the other was your cell phone, battered and bruised from the battle yet still able to flicker on and show your lockscreen, yet another picture of the two of you together, smiling with uncontainable glee and a sense of carefree that he would never get back again. not without you, at least.

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two months later, mattheo had woken up in a cold sweat to your pale, deathly-cold figure, disappointedly shaking your head and asking him,

"why didn't you save me?"

he awoke, clawing at his chest as if to rip his heart out, which had already happened that godforsaken night. he grabbed around in the dark, searching for your phone as the faint illumination showed your face, caught in the middle of a laugh; he had forgotten what you were ever laughing at, it really didn't matter now, but watching your face contorted in joy as his heart wrenched in despair. he swallowed thickly, throat dry and voice rasping - as he walked to get a glass of water, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. it was the only muggle invention that he would ever use, to talk to you, a phone. he gingerly picked it up, holding it to his ear as he dialed a number. as it rang and rang, and as the beep passed, he waited in anticipation of what came next.

"hey, it's me, y/n! if you're hearing this, i'm really not sure why, because i always have my phone on me...anyway! sorry i missed your call, i promise i'll get back to you soon!"

mattheo felt his eyes prick as he heard your energetic voice, so free of pain and unscarred from the war. he chuckled softly at your message, closing his eyes in bliss as he re-dialed your number and it repeated, finally able to hear your voice again. he cradled the phone, vowing:

"...i'll get back to you soon..."

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[whousestypewriters]

photos of you - grayson hawthorne x reader

pairing: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader

warnings: swearing [like one word] kissing + flufffffff

a/n: so grayson my pookie wookie is getting a fic hehe! should i write a synopsis at the begining of each fic? idk im too lazy to do it rn lol -also its kinda short so sorry

"grayson!" you shriek when you enter his bedroom.

its plain and simple - like grayson - except nothing like grayson because anyone who's met him knows that grayson hawthorne isn't plain or simple.

he's smart, cunning, always sharply dressed - and man does he look good in a suit. like seriously he's so toned and muscly - which you may or may not know after having snuck out to watch him swim once... or twice... okay you do it all the time - he's like a freaking greek god in the form of a human-

sorry what?

got off track there. oops.

anywayyyy

you storm into grayson's room absolutely livid, pacing back and forth in front of a slightly amused grayson.

"like seriously she was such a bitch!" you say swinging around to face him again. "she actually called me the sloppy immature freak. can you believe it? like seriously that girl wouldn't know hard work if it gave her a high five... in the face... with a chair!"

you spin around again resuming your pacing continuing on before he can say anything.

"and to come at me during work-" your eyes catch onto grayson's open computer. "hey, what's that?"

all but forgetting your rant about the bitchy co-worker of yours, you move over to grayson's desk and plop down into his chair, focusing on the laptop in front of you.

"are these from our date last saturday?" you ask when you feel his presence at your back.

"yeah, i took a few and then had the flower stall vendor take some as well," his rich voice reaches down to your ears.

you flick through the photos your heart melting with each one he took. most are photos of you not paying attention to him and looking around happily at the park you were at. pure happiness shines in your eyes and you lean back into grayson silently thanking him and complimenting him on his work.

"its all you," he whispers as if he read your mind.

you instantly pause when you reach a photo of you both. you're looking at the camera smiling at the kind vendor but grayson. grayson.

he's looking at you like you're his entire world. like he'd willingly give up everything just to see you happy. the pure love, adoration and devotion in his eyes almost brings you to tears.

god you loved him.

"i like this one," you squeak out, still

"why's that?"

"because you can see how much you love me," you smile getting up out of your seat and wrapping your arms around his neck. "you look at me like i'm your world, gray."

"you are," he whispers wrapping his arms around your waist, smiling softly. you love how he lets this, softer, calmer, less rigid side of himself be shown with you. grayson is all sharp edges and cutting looks to the outside world, so it always seems to warm your heart that you get to be apart of this piece of him.

"i love you," you smile sweetly up at him and press a soft kiss to his lips. "so much."

"i love you," grayson says quietly. "more than you know."

later on when you've left, grayson makes quick work of emailing the photos off to a printing store, wanting you to have copies as soon as possible and making his favourite photo - the one of you grinning at the camera, or more like the person behind the camera, him - his lockscreen.

he'll never admit it to anyone else but he has always had a photo of you as his lockscreen, always, even from the early stages of your relationship. he had felt like he was keeping a small piece of you with him, a small piece of your happiness that seeps into his cold harsh behaviour when he's working.

so its a habit to save those pictures to the album he has on his phone and computer. its a habit to have the photos printed out and sent to your flat along with a bouquet of flowers.

its a habit to be grinning for hours in his room after you left.

its a habit to go scrolling through the albums and albums of photos he has of you. because honestly? out of all the places grayson has been, all the different photos and emotions he's caught on camera, out of all them,

photos of you are his favourite.

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a/n pt2: lol i think it kinda deteriorated at the end there.

[vaztori]

skip and kiss

SUMMARY; mingi says, "you have to kiss me if you skip a song because you're being disrespectful to my music taste!"

FEATURING; song mingi x gn!reader

TAGS; fluff, established relationship (boyfriend!mingi), slight humor

WORD COUNT; 1.4 K

WARNINGS; use of pet names, some kissing, mentions of sexting (but there isn't any scene of it), suggestive

NOTES FROM KALA; inspired by the song that mingi recommended (skip and kiss by sik-k) and i missed this boy sm 😔🖐🏻 the song mingi does have a great taste in songs yuhh >> mingi song recs playlist here !

jeonride's masterlist / join the taglist here !

The cold air from the air conditioner blows your face. You're lying on top of Mingi's chest while his back half leaning to the sofa bed, he's stroking your hair affectionately, occasionally kissing the top of your head when he's entertained by the stories you tell about your life experiences that he finds engaging. You aren't looking at each other right now. Mingi can only see your back. Yet you feel so loved in his embrace.

You love it when Mingi listens to you tell stories, making you the center of his attention. He always makes you the sole object of his attention when you tell him anecdotes or stories even though sometimes, they aren't that important, and aren't even funny. But Mingi likes to hear you ramble your thoughts to him. He stores everything about you in a room inside his brain while observing how you think when you respond to an annoying moment with your co-workers. According to Mingi, when he hears you tell him a story, he gets to know your attitude and the way you act, and how you solve problems, which inspires him to deal with difficult things in this life.

You are his role model. Mingi is your biggest fan in everything you do. Sometimes you wonder why he likes you that much. There was a moment when you were remaining silent, literally just breathing but Mingi looked at you as if you were a TV show that was so interesting and worth it for him to binge-watch.

Like now, Mingi kisses your cheek while complimenting you. "Your skin feels so soft," his compliments sound half-whispered, but you can feel his sincerity knocks your heart.

"Yeah because I applied your moisturizer." you reply with a slight touch of humor, successfully making Mingi laugh. His laugh makes you smile instantly.

"That's okay, you can use it. We can share, I don't mind."

You stroke his hand in response. Then there is a moment of silence between the two of you. You're really enjoying this moment— weekend, and you can spend time together with Mingi without worrying about unfinished assignments. Spending time with your boyfriend always manages to charge your energy again before starting a brand new day which will be just as tiring as days you successfully passed.

"Baby, I'm sorry can you hand me my phone? Wanna listen to my playlist while we're laying like this." he says, you follow Mingi's gaze to the table in front of your gray sofa bed. You get up slightly, struggling to pick up Mingi's phone on the wooden table because you are too lazy to stand. Not when you can feel the warmth of Mingi's embrace and his sturdy hands wrapped around your waist as if to imply 'don't go anywhere, please just stay in my embrace.'

You manage to grab Mingi's phone without actually standing up, then hand the phone with always pristine screen to its owner. "Here,"

"Thank you, baby." Mingi enters the password on the lockscreen. His hands are still wrapped around your waist as he holds the phone and his chin lands on your shoulder, so you get a view of what he's doing on his phone. You giggle as you look at Mingi's wallpaper— it's your photo, the one you sent him over chat. It's a selfie of you sensually licking on a lollipop, deliberately teasing Mingi. You remember sending it in the middle of the night and successfully getting Mingi to call you, asking for a sexting and you agreed.

"The wallpaper's cute,"

"Oh, shit." Mingi hides his face in the crook of your neck. "Please pretend like you don't see anything."

"And why is that?"

"I'm... embarrassed." You can feel how hot Mingi's cheeks are on your skin. You chuckle, then your hand strokes the top of his head, ruffling his hair gently because you think Mingi is so adorable right now.

"Why are you embarrassed? I remember even when sexting you were so—"

"Okay, baby. Stop. I'm really embarrassed now..."

You turn your head to the side, holding Mingi's chin with your forefinger, directing his face to look at you. He looks up, gazing at you shyly. You can see both of Mingi's ears turning red now.

"My baby being embarrassed, huh?"

Mingi nods slowly, looking adorable and delightful at the same time. Seeing how embarrassed his expression is, you don't continue your teasing.

Mingi on the other hand starts to open his playlist, and connecting his phone to the speakers in the tv room of his apartment via bluetooth. He presses the play button, it's only the first song, literally just started. But you press the skip button.

"Hey!" Mingi reprimands, his tone gets higher an octave. He seems disappointed. "You can't do that, baby. At least, not when the first song jus started!"

"But I'm in the mood to listen to the next song," you retort, cut the chase.

Mingi sighs in an unbelievable look. "Then you have to kiss me if you skip a song because you're being disrespectful with my music taste!"

"Oh come on, Mingi!" you protest. But eventually nod in agreement. This big baby of yours has to be obeyed otherwise his lips will continue to pout. "Okay then, deal."

Mingi smiles with satisfaction. He points to his soft and pink lips��� that look so tempting, signaling you to kiss him. "Then kiss me. You just skipped literally the first song,"

You nod, smiling— the duchenne smile, and Mingi finds it enthralling, so lovely. You lean closer to him, kissing his lips softly. As soon as you suck on Mingi's lower lip, he instinctively opens his mouth. Returning your kiss with all his love. But when his tongue just met yours, you pull away. Mingi's face imprinted with a disappointed look, "Baby—"

"If I keep kissing you it will be a neverending make out session, Mingi. I've known you for years."

"Oh," he laughs. "You know me too well."

You return to your respective positions, you rest your head on Mingi's chest as if he was your pillow. You love hearing his heartbeat that always races when he's with you. Beating fast just for you.

Mingi's hand slowly slips into the shirt you're wearing, his shirt, the one he gave you when you arrived at his apartment. You were all wet because of the rain.

His large palm strokes your stomach, up and down. There is no lust involved, he just wants to give you a few strokes to soothe your body that had been working hard all week.

"Baby," he calls you in such a honey-like voice. "Can you just skip the next song?"

"Huh? Why?"

"I wanna be kissed by these pretty lips." Mingi strokes your lips with his thumb even though you have your back facing his face. He did it by muscle memory.

"Nope. Unfortunately the third one is also my favorite song,"

"Okay, changing rules. You have to kiss me everytime you listen to each song on my playlist."

You chortle. "Hey, that's cheating! We have to stick around to the first rule."

"Baby," he whines, with his deep ass voice though. "I'm the one who made this kissing game so I have the absolute right to change the rules."

"It's like you're forcing me to kiss you, Mingi." you shake your head acting as if you're disappointed, but a smile forms on your face. Happy just with the thought of him desperately wanting to be kissed by you.

"No, no please don't be misunderstood, I'm just... eager to—"

You kiss his lips again, at this time to shut his mouth. Mingi is surprised, of course. But he returns your kiss wholeheartedly. You open your mouth once his tongue knocks on your lips with such tenderness, wanting you to open your mouth for him and only him. Your tongue meets with his, entwining, saliva mixing. Mingi also grazes your teeth one by one with his surprisingly flexible and skilled tongue. Your fingers run to his hair, as he deepens the kiss by cupping your cheek.

The cold air from the air conditioner does nothing to lower the heat of the fire inside your chest. It's the way he kisses you that makes you weak. He feels like he wants all of you, wants to savor all of you, wants to feel the word 'baby' from your mouth on his lips while he's kissing you passionately. Everything about you is so addicting to him. Oh, you're such a lovely creature in his eyes.

Mingi ends the kiss when he can feel you need to catch your breath. He smiles, a smile that looks prettier than anything you've seen in this world. And you're sure you'll fail when you look for something more beautiful to beat his smile.

"I will never get enough of your kiss."

"Of course you do, Mingi."

And both of you laugh together, hearts feeling full with love for each other.

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[moonlight-hwa]

Sunset With You ~ J. WY

Synopsis: A day in a life with your boyfriend Wooyoung.

Pairing: bf!wooyoung x fem!reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff like so much fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,668

A/N: hehe first fic on tumblr is of course going to be about the one and only, Jung Wooyoung…because the brain rot continues and I want him so bad.

The warm glow of the morning sun seeps through the curtains and basks the room in hues of orange and yellow. You and your boyfriend lay asleep in your bed, breathing in steady synchronization and hearts beating in slow paces; your head rests atop his chest and your right arm laid across his abdomen, while his left went around the back of your head and that hand lightly grazed the exposed skin of your waist. In conclusion it was peaceful and perfectly silent, the only sound being the occasional wooshing from the air vents…that was until the blaring sound of your boyfriend’s alarm cut through the peace and quiet.

   You flinch slightly at the sudden sound, all the while Wooyoung remained completely unmoving and undisturbed by the sound. You bury your face in his side as your hand softly patted his stomach “Wooyoung…baby, your alarm is going off.” You spoke, sleep very evident in your voice. Wooyoung hummed in response, still barely awake as he didn’t quite catch your words “Your alarm is going off.” You said a bit louder, which finally seemed to register in his tired head as his other hand fumbled across the nightstand, before he eventually put a stop to the horrible sound.

        And once the sound had ceased, silence had enveloped the room once more as Wooyoung moved to lay on his side, his other arm going around your waist so he could pull your body closer to his. His eyes then open ever so slightly gaze locking with yours, a small smile forms on his lips “Mmmm…good morning, beautiful.” He spoke, voice also thick with sleep as his eyes closed again. You smile as well “Good morning, Woo.” You replied, nose slightly bumping his as you pressed a light peck to his lips.

    A brief silence falls between the both of you, before you begin speaking again “What time is it?” You asked him and not a moment later Wooyoung answers with a simple “Nine thirty.” You hum in response “We should probably get up.” You say, feeling the effects of sleep wash over you again and he simply hums also feeling the same effects. A peaceful silence fills the air once more and the both of you find yourselves asleep again.

     An hour passes before your eyes open again and Wooyoung was still out cold beside you. You laugh softly “This man…could sleep forever if he wanted to.” You muttered to yourself, gently moving strands of his hair from his eyes. A smile then forms on your lips as you lean closer to him and gently press your lips to the mole under his eye. At that Wooyoung moves to lay on his back, muttering something incoherently as he did. The smile remains painted on your features as you stretch your limbs and rub the residual sleep from your eyes.

   You then move to sit on the edge of the bed, before you grab your phone from atop the nightstand; the screen lights up, revealing a picture of Wooyoung you had set as your lockscreen and the time that read ‘10:33’. You breathe out a soft sigh, looking over your shoulder to see Wooyoung still peacefully asleep; he’s worked hard this past week, he needs the extra sleep, so you decide to not wake him up.

    Once you’re out of the bedroom, your legs naturally take you to the kitchen, where coffee was waiting to be made. You let out a yawn, hands trying to tame your messy bed head, before you eventually tied it back with the hair tie that was around your wrist and soon enough you were standing in front of the coffee machine.

   You open the cabinet above the machine and take out two mugs, along with a bag of coffee grounds and a filter. And once you start the pot of coffee you step over to the fridge, to see what you could make for breakfast; you open the fridge door and you’re met with not a lot sitting atop the shelves. “We definitely need to go grocery shopping.” You muttered to yourself, your gaze bouncing between a carton of eggs, side dishes Wooyoung’s mom gave to you and things that probably needed to be thrown out. “Guess we’ll just have to make do with what we have for right now.” You concluded, grabbing the eggs and the containers that held the side dishes.

     While you were stood in front of the stove, with a couple of eggs in the pan, a light from behind flashes and that causes you to whip your head around toward the source; standing there is Wooyoung, with his new camera up to his right eye. Your eyes widen as your hands go up to cover your face “Wooyoung! I’m not even dressed.” You complain, as another flash of light happens. You hear him laugh lightly “Oh come on baby…you look beautiful every day.” He says and you roll your eyes, before peeking through your fingers, making sure that he wasn’t holding up the camera anymore; he wasn’t, so you remove your hands from in front of your face and turn back to the stove, removing the two fried eggs from the pan.

    And not even a moment later, you feel Wooyoung arms wrap around your waist and his head dip to the crook of your neck “I’m not lying when I say you’re beautiful every day.” He spoke softly against the skin of your neck, as his arms tightened around you slightly.

   You breathe out a soft sigh, a smile grazing your lips as you lean into him “I know you weren’t, Woo…I just wasn’t expecting the camera.” You say, both hands moving to rest atop his. He hums halfheartedly and you could feel the pout that had taken form on his lips “But I love taking candid photos of you…you always look so pretty in them.” He confessed truthfully. You chuckle softly “Okay…just don’t show them to anyone.”  You reason and you feel him nod his head “I promise, I won’t…maybe.” He said, quickly pulling away from you. You whip around while exclaiming “Jung Wooyoung you better not!”

  Soon enough, the two of you had found yourselves sat at the dining table, eating breakfast and enjoying your cups of coffee as a comfortable silence surrounded the both of you, but sometimes silence was better than talking…especially when it was someone you loved dearly, because that’s how comfortable you were with Wooyoung; you didn’t feel the need to make conversation with one another…why would you when being in each other’s presence was more than enough.

     And after you both finished eating and washed the dishes, you found yourself on the couch, pen in hand as you wrote down what you needed to get at the grocery store. “What do you want to do today, love? Your choice.” Wooyoung spoke from the hallway, which caused you to turn to your left at the sound of his voice and your gaze eventually locks with his.

   His hair was wet (telling you that he had just taken a shower) and he had changed into some real clothes. “Well…we really need to go grocery shopping, so we can make it into a little date if you want. I know it’s not the most ideal date…but I think it could be fun.” You trial off, gnawing on your bottom lip as your gaze lowers, almost feeling kind of guilty for not doing anything more special for a date. A slight frown tugs downward at Wooyoung’s lips as he stepped closer to you, before eventually crouching in front of you. He takes your hands in his “Baby…look at me.” He said softly, thumbs moving across your knuckles.

   Of course, you listen to him and lift your head, gaze locking with his once more “I don’t care what we do for our dates…you could take me along to your doctor appointments and I’d still love it.” You couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle “Wooyoung, I’m serious.” You say a small forming on your lips and Wooyoung also found himself beginning to smile “And I’m serious as well. As long as I’m with you…nothing else matters.” He concluded, love and adoration filling his eyes as he looked at you…as if you had hung the stars in the sky.

    You felt your face become warm at his words and intense gaze…even after three years of being together, Wooyoung still somehow made you feel so flustered at times. You let out a breathy chuckle “You’re such a charmer, aren’t you?” You question playfully, trying to cover up the fact that you were flustered in that moment.

   A playful grin takes the place of the smile on his lips “Well…I would say that it is my greatest trait.” He answered, stealing a glance down toward your lips. You roll your eyes slightly “God…you’re insufferable.” You say through light laughter as you begin to take notice Wooyoung leaning closer to you.  “And yet you can’t help but love me anyway.”  And before you had the chance to respond, Wooyoung’s lips were on yours.

    His lips move in a slow and delicate pace as his left hand traveled up to cradle your jaw, angling your head slightly so he had better access to your lips and not even a moment had passed when you responded with the same pace…as if it was second nature to do so. Your hands stayed on your lap, along with Wooyoung’s other hand that had naturally intertwined with one of yours. Your heart pounded erratically against your ribcage and your face was warm…Wooyoung never failed to make you feel like a flustered schoolgirl, kissing your crush for the first time.

    “I love you, y/n.” He spoke pulling away slightly, before pressing his lips back on yours. You can’t help but breathe out soft sigh at the confession, lips responding to his once more “I love you too, Wooyoung.” You said between the kiss and at that you felt a smile tug upward at his lips, causing a fluttery feeling to fill the pit of your stomach.

   The kiss only lasts a minute or two longer, before Wooyoung finally pulls away from your lips…even though he’d rather not and just kiss you for the rest of time. The smile remains painted on his features as he says, “I love you so much, sweetheart…like you have no idea how much I love you.” His forehead resting against yours and nose slightly bumping into yours. You chuckle softly, eyes fluttering shut as you basked in the feeling of having Wooyoung so close to you “I could say same thing about you.”  You said in response, causing him to also chuckle softly and with one final peck to your lips, Wooyoung fully pulls away and you instantly miss having him so close to you.

    “Anyway…I might also have something we could do today.” He said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, before that hand went back down yours. At that your curiosity is piqued “And what is that?” You asked him. He gives you a small smile, before replying with “Well, I was thinking we could go to the nearby park…and I test out my new camera, by taking photos of my favorite model.” You smile, almost bashfully, because you knew his favorite model was you “Okay…can we watch the sunset while we’re there?” He hums, while nodding, smile still etched on his features. “Of course we can, baby…anything for you.”

   But what Wooyoung didn’t tell you, is that he’d take his camera to the grocery store as well. You’d push the cart and Wooyoung would be standing a bit behind you, occasionally snapping photos of you…and not once did you tell him to stop, because you knew how happy it made him taking photos of you and you couldn’t bear to ruin his happiness. But after all you were his muse and you had zero problems with that.

      After heading back to the apartment and putting the groceries in their respective spots, you and Wooyoung eventually find yourselves parked in an empty spot at the nearby park…but instead of immediately getting out as you normally would, Wooyoung had insisted he take photo of you, because you looked so beautiful and such beauty was meant to be photographed…his words not yours. “Okay…can I get out now?” You asked the moment you heard the shutter sound and saw the flash. Wooyoung laughs softly, lowering the camera from his face “Yes, you can get out now baby.”  He answered, at that you swing the door open and finally get out his car as you shut the door behind you.

     Wooyoung stays behind in the car, a fond smile forming on his lips as his gaze stayed on your moving figure and not very long passes before you turn around (realizing Wooyoung was not beside you), your gaze immediately finding his. You smile, before mouthing the words “You coming?” Wooyoung nods in response as one single thought crossed his mind, one of how much he loved you.

     You stay in the same spot on the walkway, waiting for Wooyoung to catch up to you as you enjoyed the cool fall breeze blowing past you, along with pretty hues of yellow and orange painting the sky. You’re so entranced by the beautiful scenery that you barely register a hand slipping into yours, only a soft voice saying your name was able to snap you out of your entranced state.

    Your head turns to your left and your gaze locks with your boyfriends, slight worry paints his features “Are you okay, baby?” He asked softly “Yeah, I’m good…just enjoying the peacefulness and the beautiful scenery.” You reply and he nods “Okay, just making sure.” He says as the two of you began walking on the walkway.

     “What are going to do with all of photos of me anyway?” You asked after a few moments of silence, while you turn to look at Wooyoung. A wide smile begins to take over his features “I’m going to make a photo album.” He says nonchalantly and that causes your eyes to widen slightly as warmth rushed to your face “Of just me?” You question, not quite believing him. Wooyoung hums in response “Just of you.” He confirmed and you still find it hard to believe.

    “But…why?” You asked further and he thinks for a moment before answering “Well…for one, because I love you.” You feel your heart rate pick up “Two, because you are the most beautiful women, I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” A fluttery sensation invades your stomach, face becoming even warmer “And three, because when I’m old and wrinkly…and my memory isn’t as it used to be, I want to at least be able to remember who the love of life was.” You stop abruptly as tears begin to well up in your eyes and that causes Wooyoung to also come to a stop. A frown tugs downward at his lips, as both of his hand go up to cup either side of your face “Why are you crying, sweetheart?” He asked, gently wiping away your fallen tears with his thumbs.

    You breathe in sharply “God…I love you so much, Wooyoung” His heart skips a few beats as a soft smile formed on lips “I love you too, baby.” He replied, before placing a gentle peck to your forehead and pulling you into his embrace; soft sobs leave from your lips as your arms wrap tightly around his waist. You both stand there until your sobs are nothing but soft sniffles, Wooyoung pulls back to look at you and another soft smile paints his features as he wipes away the residual tears from your skin.

     “I’m so happy to have you my life, Woo.” You say before connecting your lips with his as the sun begins to sink below the horizon and the kiss shared between you promised future sunsets with Wooyoung.

A/N: Finally after five days of writing, it’s finally here…my first fic on Tumblr. I do really hope you enjoyed reading Sunset with you, just as much as I enjoyed writing it💗

[folkloresthings]

last oscar blurb was so cute… scrunch + oscar plsss :D

[ scrunch ] for a kiss on the nose with oscar piastri.

“oscar! sit still,” you exclaim, tone nothing but gleeful. you hold his head in your hands, his hands holding your waist, finally stopping his squirming to let you smooth the rest of the face mask onto his soft skin.

a pamper night, you had suggested. he’d thought a movie, some food, maybe a massage — not you appearing with a basket full of skin care products. “it’ll be fun!” you’d promised when he raised his brows at you, and how could he deny that face of yours?

“it’s cold,” oscar murmured, inhaling the sweet smell of the product you were putting on him. rose, he remembers you saying — it smells like you, and that’s the main reason he likes it so much.

you shift a little in his lap, the most comfortable seat in the room, to be careful with where you’re spreading the mask. humming, you tuck a strand of his hair back under the hair—band. “don’t be a baby.”

he squeezes your waist in return, making you jump a little. oscar smirks, loving the reactions he can so easily pull from you. his gaze softens lovingly up at you, watching your lip pull between your teeth in concentration, finishing the last streak of the pink cream on his nose.

“there! smile,” you grin, reaching for your phone. you swipe to the camera, leaning back so you can get oscar’s pout in the shot. smiling down at the picture, quickly setting it as your new lockscreen, you look back to the real boy in front of you.

“so cute,” you muse, hands resting on his chest. oscar rolls his eyes, but sits up to pull you closer anyway.

“not as cute as you,” he smirks, swiftly kissing the tip of your nose. your face scrunches as you feel the rose face mask smear against your skin, unable to escape the attack when his arms tighten around you.

“what?” oscar blinks innocently. “now we’re matching.”