#he wears a hoodie to bed but is the only one outside without a jacket in the middle of the night

[whosoldherout]

someone get this man a jacket!

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

hoodie season || Chan x Reader

Summary: You're not stealing Chan's hoodies. He's not happy about it.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings & Tags: Tooth-rutting fluff, established relationship, that should be it.

A/N: Wrote a silly lil one-shot for an idea I got tonight! This was literally written in under two hours, so, uh, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did lol and I apologize for any typos.

Reblogs, feedback and comments are welcome and encouraged!

It starts, without you being aware of it, on a July evening. You and Chan have only been dating for a couple weeks then, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. For the better half of the night, which you’re spending with his friend group, you’re in his arms, your back against his chest, his chin comfortably resting on your shoulder. Changbin and Jisung tease him about it, but he shrugs it off like it means nothing. He’s got you now, and he likes showing you off, so why wouldn’t he?

It does take you aback when he lets go of you and the cold hits you. It was hot outside all day, and you hadn’t realized that the temperature had dropped by this much. A shiver shakes you to your core, which Chan doesn’t miss, even if he’s being called away to play the guitar.

“You want my hoodie?” he asks, eyes filled with concern.

“No, I’m okay, babe,” you say with a smile. “I’ve brought a jacket.”

He nods, and that’s all there is to it.

It comes back on a night the two of you are spending out. Chan takes you out to this fancy restaurant, and you dress accordingly, always pleased when you get a chance to impress him — and impress him you do. He does that thing that you think is adorable, where he keeps giggling throughout the meal. Under the table, your knees keep touching, and every time, without fail, his ears turn bright red. You love that you still have that effect on your boyfriend of three months.

After that, because you’re near a park, you decide to go for a walk in the night air. It doesn’t take long before you’re shivering in your small, tight dress.

“I’ve got a hoodie in my car,” Chan says, ever the gentleman. “Want me to go get it for you?”

You’re not keen on being left alone in the dark, and your high heels mean that if you go with him, it’ll take much longer than it should. Plus, it would ruin your outfit.

“It’s fine,” you say, arranging your scarf so it wraps around your shoulders. “We’ll be heading home soon anyway, right?”

“Sure,” he nods quickly, and it’s your turn to giggle, because it’s so cute, how Chan always indulges you.

He ends up picking you up when you’re walking back too slowly for his taste, and you protest, but you’re no longer cold when you get to his car.

 The subject — which, by the way, you still haven’t realized is a subject — comes back yet again on a night you’re spending in his apartment. You’re coming out of the shower, a towel wrapped around you, and you’re going through your bag to find the clothes you’d planned on wearing for the night when something lands on the bed in front of you. You glance up to find Chan looking at you, leaning against the door frame.

“Just in case you get cold.”

You have, slowly but surely, made your way into November, but Chan’s place is warm, and you know you’ll have a human radiator, so you grin at him.

“I have a feeling I won’t be needing it tonight.”

Chan grins — but his ears turn red, even now.

 You do a Secret Santa, a few days before Christmas, with Chan and his friend group, at Changbin’s place. It’s an incredibly nice house, but it’s big and it’s old, and you soon find yourself huddling against Chan for warm. It makes him laugh at first, and he presses a kiss into your hair, arm solidly wrapped around you as he rubs your arm. When you don’t appear to warm up as the night keeps going, he disappears for a few minutes, ignoring your protests.

He comes back from his car and hands you one of his signature black hoodies.

“You’re my savior, babe,” you sigh as you pull it over your head.

Chan beams.

His victory is short-lived, though, because you pull away from him after that — with the hoodie, cuddling makes you too hot.

You leave the hoodie neatly folded in his car when you both go back to your place for the night.

It’s just a few days later that you meet Chan’s family for the first time. You’re all dressed-up, determined to do your best so that they’ll like you, even if Chan’s promised you that they would, no matter what, because he loves you, and that’s all they care about.

He dropped the word so easily, and you were left speechless. You haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

Even now, when you’re sitting next to him, making small talk with his mom and listening to his sister tease him playfully, you have butterflies in your stomach. The hand he’s placed over yours on the table, again making it look so natural, so easy for him, isn’t helping.

“Wanna go for a midnight walk?” he offers, later that night. “It’s kind of a family tradition.”

“Sure,” you say, voice squeakier than usual, and he tilts his head as he studies you, but he doesn’t comment on it.

“You’re not dressed warm enough,” he warns you, and before you can say that you’ve brought appropriate clothing, he’s taking off his hoodie and pulling it down over your head. “There. All good.”

It’s late when you come back, so you both wish his parents a goodnight before Chan drives you back to your apartment. You wait until you’ve made it up the stairs and you’ve opened the door to put your arms around him and pull him down for a kiss. It’s soft, slow, and filled with all of your emotions.

“What’s that for?” Chan whispers against your lips. He’s warm against you, his hands on your hips, and you feel so grounded by him. You always do.

“I love you too,” you whisper back.

The hoodie ends up forgotten on the floor.

You celebrate New Year’s Day with Chan’s friends, again, but really, they’re your friends by now. You get at Changbin’s house early so you can help with the cooking and decorating the place, and end up teaming up with Felix and Minho in the cooking department, while Hyunjin takes over the decorations and forbids everyone from approaching him while he works.

It’s not because he’s shy. It’s because he thinks you’re all terrible.

Chan arrives kind of late minute, busy working on songs, as always, while you’re putting out the drinks you’d brought with you. You greet him with a quick kiss. You still have a million things to do.

“I’ve got your hoodie in my bag, you should put it back in your car,” you just tell him as you rush back into the kitchen.

You miss the way he pouts at you.

It’s later that night, but still with a couple hours to go until midnight, that he approaches you while you’re outside, staring up at the night sky and enjoying the fresh air after hours cooped up inside. He wraps his arms around your waist, buries his head in your neck. You lean back into the familiar touch with a satisfied sigh — until he mumbles something unintelligible.

“What was that?” you ask with a frown.

Even with the only light coming through the windows of Changbin’s house, you can tell he’s blushing when he pulls away from you.

“Why aren’t you keeping my hoodies?”

You blink at him.

“…because they’re your hoodies?”

He opens his mouth, closes it.

“Yeah, but they’re kinda… your hoodies too, y’know?”

You tilt your head slowly, and soon, you’re unable to fight the grin that’s spreading on your lips as you watch him get increasingly pouty.

“Do you want me to steal your hoodies?”

The blush spreads.

“Do you like it when I wear them?”

You’re just having fun now.

“Yeah,” he answers, before cocking an eyebrow at you. “Think it’s hot, by the way.”

You burst out laughing, and he tightens his hold around you when that takes you away from him. God, do you love that man. Once you’ve collected yourself, you reach a hand up to gently cup his cheek.

“Okay, I’ll steal your hoodies. Anything for you, love.”

He smiles, satisfied, and kisses you softly. He brings a hand to cover yours, entangles his fingers with yours.

You don’t tell him, but the truth is, you feel warm and fuzzy all over inside whenever he’s around.

So you don’t see the point in having a hoodie when you can have him instead.

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[lxvvie]

Being in a relationship with Ghost would consist of the following, part deux:

Refusing to let go of Simon so he can get out of bed or else the bed will feel cold and lonely without him. This happens every time. Of course he doesn't want to leave, luv, but shit needs to get done.

Having a random-ass conversation over Simon's choice of cigarettes and why he prefers them.

We've talked before about wearing his boxers and hoodies, right? But you've become so comfortable with them that you've taken to wearing... just about everything else. His boots? You slip them on to take the trash out. His sweats? Throwing them on to make a quick store run. His jacket? Well, shit, it's cold as fuck outside so why not wear it over his your hoodie.

Nicknaming him Si-Bear. Because he's Simon. And because he's a big, cuddly, grumpy teddy bear. Because he's Si-Bear. That's his name on your phone, too. It's not like he stops you from calling him that. You might get a "Bloody hell," or a groan, or see him rolling his eyes but you're convinced he secretly likes it. And then you accidentally called him that in front of the boys once and he was THISCLOSE to throttling Soap because only his baby can call him that.

You tend to make an excuse sometimes to hug Ghost if only because you want to bury your face in his chesticles and grab his ass. At the same time. Bonus points if he has sweatpants on and at that point, your hands are IN his pants clutching those marvelous asscheeks. The fucking things he does for love.

(Based on this ask) Purposely touching him when your hands are cold just to see if he'll jump and it's your turn to be in the doghouse now lmao.

Calling his name dramatically just to tell him you love him. ("SIII-BEEEEAARRR!" "...Hm?" "...Love you." "...Love you, too.")

Doing your best impression of Ghost which actually makes him chuckle.

Realizing that his sweet tooth is as big as you are dramatic.

Ordering him a U-shaped full-body pillow so whenever he comes home injured his sleep will be comfortable. The look he gave you when you told him that was hilarious. Ghost is quite sure he looks like a fucking fool but he'll give credit where is due. It's a damn good pillow.

Ghost not believing you when you say his expression gives disappointed dad vibes sometimes so you take a picture of him, show him, and... you're in the doghouse again lmao. ("How 'bout a kiss, Si-bear?" "Too busy looking disappointed to give you one, love.")

Paying him a compliment about a feature of his—say, for instance, his eyelashes—and getting this smart-ass response: "Good genes."

Drunk Simon being the most clingy koala to ever koala. You're practically glued to him. You roll over, he'll roll over, too, and now he's on top of you. Like hell will he let you go. Not when he's finally bloody happy. That's so sweet, Simon, but the kitchen's calling your name, and a midnight snack sounds really good right about now.

Tracing the contours of his hands and tattoo with your finger because why not?

[rainsoakedphoenix]

baby, it's cold outside

pairing: f!reader x colby brock

wc: 678

summary: colby sees you outside with no jacket so he offers you his

requested?/notes: nope! - during my lil break i became a passing fan of sam and colby and a few nights ago came up with a lil idea for a colby fic, here it is

you walked out into the cold night, immediately regretting not bringing a coat with you to your friends' house as you gently shut the front door behind you.

another friend of yours, sitting on the porch, snaps his head in your direction as the door clicks, and he nods his head at you with a "hey."

as you return the greeting, you see another head turn to you in your peripheral vision, and you quickly pick out colby's voice. "where's your jacket?"

"it was warm today, i didn't think i'd need it." you turned your attention to him, trying your hardest not to wrap your arms around yourself for warmth.

"well, here." he stands up, taking one of his jackets off and passing it to you. "take this. it's freezing out here and it just started sprinkling a few minutes ago."

"i'm just going to grab something from my car real quick," you say, trying not to smile up at your best friend.

"take it," he replies a bit more firmly this time, but the look in his eyes held nothing but concern.

with a short sigh and a smirk, you reach for the fabric, pulling it over your head.

"stubborn ass," he mumbles with a smile, causing you to roll your eyes with a sarcastic huff and a small smile of your own.

"yeah, thanks for the jacket." you hear the sounds of yours and colby's mutual friends "ooh"ing and saying his name as you walk away.

you quickly make your way to your car, already feeling the effects of being outside longer than you had originally planned. after grabbing what you needed and heading back up to the porch, you begin to take his jacket off to hand it back to him.

"put it back on."

you pause, looking between colby and his other best friend sam in confusion.

"you can give it back when one of us leaves," colby clarifies, and you couldn't quite decipher the look on his face. you roll your eyes with a smile for the second time that night, putting your arm back into the material.

"so bossy." you open the front door once more, shutting it behind you as you take your spot back on the couch, smiling to yourself as you curl into the cloth hugging your body.

"what are you smiling for?" your friend looks over at you, excitement laced in her voice.

"i'll tell you later," you say as you look over at her and then back at the screen in front of you. you're sure she's already realized you left the building without a jacket and came back in minutes later wearing one, and you're also sure she's recognized whose it is, but she doesn't question you further.

a few short hours later, you click the remote at the tv to shut it off, deciding you were going to head home for the night. you say your goodbyes to your friend, who was standing up from the couch to head to bed, before heading out into the cold to give colby his jacket back.

you're shocked when you only notice one of your friends sitting out on the porch. "where's colby? i have to give him his hoodie back. and why are you still out here? it's cold."

"he and sam left like an hour ago, where have you been?"

"inside, where it's warm." you realized he didn't answer your second question, but you were more concerned about hurrying to your car - and that colby had left without getting his hoodie back.

your friend laughed at your response, waggling his eyebrows at you before saying "you have his number."

"don't start that shit with me." you pointed your finger at him, trying not to laugh yourself as he raised his hands in mock surrender. you turn towards the opening of the porch then, beginning to walk down to your car.

"go get him, girl!"

"shut up."

you decided you'd call colby about his jacket tomorrow. right now, you had a warm bed to get to.

[ccraccz]

Hi! Would you be able to do some headcannons with the heartsteel boys with a short/petite, alt partner! They wear all black, black stiletto nails and with a love of skulls. A big fan of all things games and animated shows and a huge collector.

Alternative love

Characters: Aphelios, Ezreal, Sett, Kayn, K'sante, Yone x GN!Reader

APHELIOS

That?? That's his type without a doubt

He lives for the alternative aesthetic and people shorter than him

He himself is probably alt, but he loves to mismatch with his sister

In solo pictures, he's alt, but in pictures with his sister, he's literally wearing the opposite of his sis

Now, he has a reason to wear more black

He would love to match with you in anything you wear out

He'd bring you gifts

From black press ons to some expensive obsidian necklace or leather gloves to fit your style

Anything and everything for you

He'd indulge you with skulls and bones, tarot cards if you're into things like that

He'll even let you wear his precious hoodies and jackets that were made by sett or bought by his sister

Though, when he finds out that you religiously play games he likes and watch the same shows he does

His affections develop rapidly into love

He has more things to both bond and relate to you

He would feel more comfortable with you instantly

Most of the time, it's difficult to relate to people

So, with you by his side, someone who understands him in style and emotionally goes a long way.

EZREAL

Ezreal would not mind at all

Height or style

Actually he loves your aesthetic!

He feels like it's something that represents you, and he loves anything about you

He's all about aesthetic and true representation, and if black clothing, black nails, extraordinary makeup, and skulls are what you like

So be it! Go you!

He might not match you and your energy, but you know what they say.

Opposites attracts 💚

He's so cringe

He literally says that every time when someone asks why he's with someone like you

And he always tells them off after that because that was just rude!

He'd make a special bouquet for you with black and white flowers

He'd buy you fake skulls and skeletons for you to decorate your space

Buy your books and games

He's so in love with how you show yourself off

You can clearly tell he's always mesmerized by your style

Whether you're wearing skirts, leather pants, dresses, or large ripped jeans

Or even if you're wearing a black tank, with a black graphic jacket on your hips and pj pants

He's so into you and how different you are

Every time he sees you, his eyes are literally hearts

SETT

He thinks it's so cool

And he thinks you're so cute with a petite you are

Especially compared to him

Like, an amazing amount of cool

He loves your style and would support it in giants amounts

He would literally be your stylist

You rip your favorite black shirt? He both fixes it and makes it look like a different shirt while matching your style

Is that jacket too expensive? He can diy one just for you that is way better than the one you liked

He'll also ask k'sante to design some clothing for you

The best quality clothing and costumes are given to you as gifts for important days

Dates? There's a gift box on your bed with some clothing that he fixed up for you

B-day? You know those boots you've been eyeing for a while? Wellll, they're on your bed now screaming for you to try them on

And inside the boots, there's a letter

"PLEASE SEND PICS WHEN YOU TRY THEM ON!"

He's so goofy

He'd support you by giving you more clothes and such

KAYN

He doesn't care, actually

But he will tease you about your height

But clothing wise?

You can go anywhere with whatever clothes and he would love you all the same

The only way he'll care is if you're bare outside, OR someone says some shit about you

That's when he really cares

The first scenario is because he can't handle himself and will snatch you and eat you 😏

The second scenario?

He's throwing hands and giving the person a piece of his mind

He goes crazy for you, but that's also the main reason why you guys mostly have indoor dates

Either way, he doesn't give a damn as to what you wear

He will love you because you tolerate him and keep him in place

Either way, indoor dates mean more time with you and your snazzy self

He will give you a good time after or during the "date"

K'SANTE

(This headcanon is mainly for the boys die ti k'sante being a gay man!! I'm so happy I get to write a male implied reader!! Woop woop!)

He finds it cute, actually!

Like really adorably cute

With how big he is and how small you are, it's actually comical

But you accommodate your height with platforms and your looks and that totally fine!

He finds you attractive all the same

He will design you clothes, and even ask for help for some ideas as to what the guys would look good in!

Just imagine

Your head is laying on K'sante's lap, playing a game of your switch that he recently bought you as an appreciation gift.

You were just about to beat this damn boss you'd been stuck on since yesterday, but he send an unexpected attack at your character and sends you to a fame over screen.

With a huff, you let go of the switch and sigh in annoyance.

"Hey, love?"

"Yeaaah, I see that, thanks"

"Mhm?"

"Would Yone and Ezreal look good in short crops?"

"Ezreal yes, Yone sadly no"

"I can see that, thanks"

"Of course love"

"Wait, would Aphelios look good in hip hop pants?"

"Phel would look good in anything Sante, but he'd really rock the cyber aesthetic,"

AAAA

You'd both indulge in different aesthetics, but he'd 100% make clothes for you to make you feel like the best of the best

YONE

Yone would not care at all

Height or clothibg

You wear What you want, when you want

If someone says anything about it, he will give them a look that would make them keep their disgusting opinions to themselves

Even though its not something he relates to, whatever makes you happy and more comfortable with yourself the better

And if that means black clothing, skulls, and more darker stuff

Then so be it.

But the number of games reminds him of Aphelios

And the amount of anime and manga reminds him of his bother

Though not in a bad way!

Either way, he will indulge you by giving you things he finds that remind him of you

He once brought you one of those cute black death doctor plushies

You literally almost cried, but you gave him a present after turning your plush/plushies towards the wall.

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Note!

AAAA SUCH A CUTE REQUEST!!! 🧡🧡🧡

I tried something new with the display, so instead of gifs, I used some pictures of the boys because the gifs wouldn't load.

I also tried something new with the headcanons and placed a small scenario. I just wanna see opinions on it! Hope you don't mind lovely!! Please do request again!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Imma go sleep in a min now 🧡

[sentientgolfball]

Like the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars in the Sky

I'm absolutely sick for these two being soft for each other you have no idea

Read here or on Ao3

Pairing: Stardew

Word Count: 2735

Tags: self-deprecating Phantom, Dew is so very soft, mirror sex, teeny tiny twinge of body horror but that's only because Phantom is exaggerating their scars

Summary: Dew can see himself in Phantom for all the wrong reasons. He tries to get them to see what he sees.

Dew wasn’t always the confident ghoul who loved to flaunt and show himself to the world. He wasn’t always one to dress up in a tight little outfit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. To someone on the outside, it would seem like Dew is one of the most vain ghouls in the Ministry but those closest to him know it’s quite the opposite. He clawed his way through fire to get to where he was. 

When he was a water ghoul he knew what he had. He knew just how pretty he was, everyone was always telling me so. He could bat his eyes and have Ifrit on his knees. If he flipped his long silver hair over his shoulder Mountain would be there with his lips glued to his gills. He’d stretch after a good nap, a little bit of his shirt riding up and Aether would be on him before he finished yawning. He would be completely focused on his music and Zephyr would wrap an arm around his waist and pull him into their side with a growl. 

He was a pretty, sweet, delicate little thing. 

He forgot this after his transition to fire. Oh, he had wanted the change sure, but some dark part in his mind would whisper to him. It told him he made a mistake, he wasn’t the same how could any of them love him anymore? He compared himself to Alpha and Ifrit, convinced he’d never look as gorgeous as two real fire ghouls. He saw the horrid scars that used to be his gills, his matte black limbs, and the sharp spines that used to be his fins. He knew he was being lied to when his pack still called him beautiful. Dew refused to look in a mirror for weeks after the ritual. When he finally did, it only made these feelings worse. He shattered the mirror when he saw one of his horns had broken when he realized even his curtain of now blonde hair couldn’t hide the gashes in his neck. He had wholly devoted himself to the Morning Star and what did it get him but a broken, mangled body? 

When Rain came along it was like something in Dew clicked into place. At first Dew had hated him, he was nothing more than a reminder of everything he had given up. That had changed the first time Rain saw him without a shirt. He had been going to the laundry room, fresh out of every hoodie and jacket he bundled himself in to hide. He didn’t think anyone was in the den. They had stared at each other like two frightened deer before Rain breathlessly muttered the word that altered Dew’s brain chemistry. 

Beautiful. 

Dew’s path was long, but it only got better from that moment on. He stopped constantly wearing layers upon layers of clothing to hide his scars. He finally let other ghouls take him to bed who weren’t Aether or Mountain. He finally allowed those two to fully undress him. When Ifrit kissed the fire symbol that had been carved onto his chest with the same reverence normally reserved for sacred objects Dew nearly wept. He finally felt like he belonged in his body. He finally felt like Dewdrop again. 

This is why it was so easy for him to spot it in the new ghoul. He’s not sure if he’s the only one who noticed, but he wouldn’t be surprised with how well they hide it. At first Dew thought he was reading too much into things, silently searching for something that wasn’t there. But the moment Phantom used their glamour for the first time Dew knew he was right. It was subtle but unmistakable the way their eyes fell when they saw their scars still covering their face. 

Dew had wanted to do something. He couldn’t let those feelings fester in the little bug. Unfortunately, Dew is not the best when it comes to these deep rooted feelings. He did his best to make Phantom feel appreciated, changing the strings on their guitar, giving them his extra pillow on the bus, and accompanying them to the mall that was near one of their venues. He had hoped Phantom would confide in him or at the very least make some off-handed self-deprecating joke that Dew could argue against, but it never came. Still, he noticed the way they avoided looking in the mirror for too long, the way they’d run their hands over the Lichtenberg figure scars every single time they had their glamour in place. 

Dew really couldn’t do anything about it until they were home from tour. Everything was too chaotic on the road for them to have any real heartfelt moments. That didn’t stop Dew from trying to figure something out. He had something planned, a moment where he’d steal Phantom away to go stargazing or maybe watch a thunderstorm roll in and Dew would whisper his adoration to them. 

That plan was thrown out the window though when Dew came into the kitchen for dinner this evening and Phantom wasn’t there. Dew immediately questioned the rest of the pack. 

“They said they were taking a quick shower before dinner” Cirrus supplies. 

“Yea quick” Aurora giggles “It’s been like thirty minutes.” 

“If we compare that to Rain technically it is quick” Swiss flicks the water ghoul with the end of his tail who hisses in return. 

Dew hums in acknowledgment before walking to his own room to get changed into something more comfortable. He stops though outside of Phantom’s door. He doesn’t know why, but something deep within was telling him he needed to check on them. He tried to ignore it, telling himself they’re just showering for Satan’s sake, but he already had the lock popped before he could stop himself. 

The scent of melted plastic nearly made him fall over with how strong it was. All the lights were off. The shower wasn’t running. The bed was empty. Dew peered into the bathroom to see if maybe they were hiding in there, but he came up empty-handed. That’s when he heard a small sniff from his right. He looked over only to see Phantom huddled up under their desk, knees drawn up to their chest and their face hidden. 

“Bug?” Dew crouches down to their level. 

“I’m sorry” they sob. 

“What? Why are you sorry?” 

“I know you’re only here to bring me out. I’m sorry I didn’t…I was going to take a shower honestly but then I just…I just—“ another sob wrecks their body and the space is momentarily filled with purple light as quintessence jumps from her Lichtenberg figure scars. 

Dew shakes his head, tentatively reaching out to place a hand on their arm. When they don’t pull away he scoots closer. 

“No Phantom, buggy, I came to check on you.” 

“Why?” 

“Just had a feeling” Dew shrugs “what happened?” 

It’s quiet for a moment as Phantom takes the time to find their voice. They slowly look up, eyes shining and puffy. 

“I’m disgusting.” 

“What?” 

“Oh come on Dew look at me I’m covered in scars that I can’t hide no matter how hard I try! I’m shattered! Hells even if I could hide the scars there’s no way to get rid of this!” They let the tips of their fingers slip into the empty void that should’ve been their left eye. 

Dew gasps and grabs their wrist quickly, stopping them from going any further. They let him guide their fingers away from their face as more tears start to fall. 

“Phantom…” but Dew doesn’t know what to say. 

He knows words won’t do anything. He could call them beautiful until his vocal chords gave out and it still wouldn’t clear the fog from their mind. Maybe that’s a blessing, Dew has never been one with words. He does his best with his body, so that’s what he does. He gently pulls Phantom out from under their desk. They thankfully don’t resist, allowing Dew to drag them out and into his lap. He holds them there, pressing their ear to his chest and wrapping his tail around them. He lets them cry for as long as they need to, gently rubbing their back. 

When their shoulders stop shaking Dew cups their face, softly guiding them to look at him. He brushes his thumb across the underside of their eyes, wiping the stray tears away. Dew pressed his forehead to theirs and sighs. 

“You’re beautiful to me Phantom.”

“Liar” they let out a halfhearted whine. 

“Trust me…” Dew whispers before gently pressing a kiss to their forehead. 

He travels down, kissing the corners of their eyes, then their nose, their cheeks, and the corners of their mouth. He pulls away only for a moment to stare into Phantom’s eyes, hoping to the Lords Below they’ll be able to see every word that gets caught in his throat. He leans back in slowly, giving them plenty of time to stop him, before capturing them in a kiss. 

It's soft for only a moment before Dew is pressing more insistently against their lips like this kiss alone could get them to see what Dew sees. To feel what Dew feels when he looks at them. He’d give them the breath from his lungs if it meant they would know how radiant they look. 

Even when they part they still close, lips ghosting over each other’s when Dew speaks. 

“Please believe me when I say you’re beautiful.” 

“I can’t…” 

“Let me show you what I see then.” 

Dew scoots back until he’s pressed against the end of Phantom’s bed. He turns them so they’re both facing the floor-length mirror in the corner of their room. Phantom keeps their face tucked into Dew’s neck. 

“Look” Dew gently urges. 

“Come on love bug look.” 

They hesitantly lift their head and turn towards the mirror. They put all their focus on Dew’s glowing eyes. He smiles in the reflection before pressing a kiss right below their ear. He peels their shirt off with no real hurry, dragging the tips of his claws over their skin to make them shudder. He kisses over every inch of skin that’s exposed to him, sucking lightly on their neck and nipping at their shoulders. They sigh and lean their head back against Dew’s shoulders. 

“Keeping watching Phantom. You have to watch me.” Dew whispers into their ear before softly rolling the lobe between his teeth. 

Dew doesn’t continue until he sees Phantom lift their head and make eye contact with him in the mirror. When he does, Dew laves over the branches of the scars on their neck, sucking deep marks over them as evidence of his love. He doesn’t stop until he feels a small spark of quintessence ripple through his body. 

“Sorry” Phantom tries to look away again but Dew doesn’t let them. 

“No more apologies.” 

They open their mouth like they’re going to protest before closing it and nodding rapidly a few times. 

“Good boy” Dew whispers before slowly trailing his claws down their body to hover over their hips. 

He goes slow, making sure they’re watching as he pops the button on their pants. He whispers sweetness into their ear as they pull their pants and underwear off, leaving them bare before the mirror. Dew takes only a moment to rip his own shirt off, exposing the worst of him. He grabs Phantom’s hand and rests them against the scars where his gills used to be on his abdomen. 

“Do you think I’m ugly?” 

“What!” Phantom tries to turn to meet Dew’s eyes. He holds them still. 

“Just look, it's okay. 

Phantom nods and swallows. 

“Good. Do you think I’m ugly Phantom?” 

“Of course I don’t! You’re one of the prettiest ghouls I’ve ever seen” they thumb over Dew’s scars absentmindedly as they talk. 

“Even though I’m covered in scars like you? Covered in the burnt remnants of what I used to be.” 

“I…well that’s different you can hide yours.” 

“Even if I couldn't, would you still call me pretty?” 

Phantom sighs “Of course I would. You’re you.” 

“Then do the same for yourself.” 

When Phantom doesn’t respond Dew removes one hand from their hips to slowly stroke their half-hard cock. Phantom gasps when those warm, lithe fingers wrap around him. He drags his fist over their length, squeezing gently with every pass over the head. Dew holds their hip still to stop them from bucking into his hand.  

“You’re beautiful Phantom” Dew kisses over their shoulder, minutely speeding up his hand over their cock. 

Phantom whimpers and shakes their head, yet his eyes fall to where Dew’s hand is working them. 

“Say it.” 

“Dew I can’t…please.” 

“Say it.” 

They gulp and shake their head with a whine. 

Dew lets go of their dick, letting it drop to sit heavy against their thigh. Their eyes shoot up to search for Dew’s in the mirror, concern and confusion written all over their face. Dew meets their gaze with intensity, determination set over every sharp angle. Phantom feels their resolve whither under those burning eyes. 

They mumble something and Dew wraps his hand around their cock, holding but not moving. 

“I didn’t hear you.” 

“Dew come on.” 

He waits, not dropping his gaze from Phantom’s reflection. 

“I’m…I’m beautiful.”

“Damn right you are” Dew starts stroking his cock again, thumbing at the tip to collect the pre beading there. 

“You’re gorgeous Phantom and I mean that. I can’t get enough of you. I would spend every moment tracing the paths of your lightning if you’d let me.” 

Phantom keens when Dew sucks another mark over their shoulder. They don’t want to believe him, they don’t want to accept what Dew says is true. But the conviction that he says it with makes it impossible to keep out. Their cock kicks in his hand, blurting a thick glob of pre over his knuckles as Dew continues his whispering of devotion. 

“Gorgeous. My gorgeous ghoul.” 

“Dew oh fuck Dew I’m gonna cum.” 

Dew hums in acknowledgment, setting a more steady pace. 

“Watch Phantom. I want you to watch and see how pretty you are. I need you to see it.” 

They couldn’t look now if they tried, eyes glued to the way the tip of their dick disappears and reappears in Dew’s hand. They glance away only for a moment to try to find his eyes in the reflection, but their gaze accidentally lands on themselves. They gasp a moan at the sight of their flushed cheeks and the small glow coming from their scars. When Dew notices he laughs and licks up the column of their throat to whisper directly into their ear. 

“I told you. Just look at how fucking pretty you are.” 

Phantom moans and bucks into his fist, spilling over his knuckles and onto the floor. Dew jacks them through it, muttering praise as he milks every last drop from them. He doesn’t stop until Phantom whines from the overstimulation, cock spent and sensitive. 

Dew buries his face into the side of their neck, kissing over their skin. They sit like that for what feels like an eternity until Phantom wiggles in his grasp. Dew loosens his arms enough to let them turn around to face him. They kiss him before curling up and burying their head in his chest, ear pressed right over the fire symbol. 

“Promise you won’t tell the others? I don’t want pity.” 

“Only if you promise that you’ll find me when things get too loud” Dew pokes the side of their head. 

“You’re really not gonna let this go huh?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

There’s a pause.

“Thank you” they mumble against his skin. 

Dew closes his eyes and buries his nose into their hair. His heart clenches thinking about what must’ve been running through their head before they finally broke. He hopes that maybe just maybe he’ll be able to break through to them. He knows that feeling. Knows what it’s like to look in the mirror and not recognize yourself. Phantom doesn’t deserve that. He just hopes that whatever Rain was able to do for him, he was able to do for Phantom. Phantom deserves someone as soft as Rain and if Dew has to douse the fire in his veins to that then he will without question. 

He always will.

[bvidzsoo]

Love Me Like A Rockstar (3)

Chapter 3: Itch

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

Warning: use of the word "fuck"

Word count: 4,206

Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone, here's my present for you all. Excuse me if this chapter is a little confusing, although I hope it isn't, I tried hard to put her feelings into words and describe it accordingly. The taglist is open, so let me know if you're interested. Please listen to the song in the playlist (Itch) before or while reading! Thank you and I hope you enjoy! Your feedback is always very much appreciated!

Taglist: @orshii @or5i @lovely-red2 @juicy-red @scarfac3 @sunaswifes-blog @voicesinmyhead-rc @teez-the-time

⟨Series M.list ↭ Previous Chapter⟩

♫Playlist♫

『There's a rumbling

In my head

It's getting louder

Louder』

The weather hasn’t drastically improved nor gotten better even a little bit as the sky was grey and the wind blew harshly. Before my mother left for work she warned me to have an umbrella with myself today as it could start pouring at any given moment, and I listened to her. I swear to God that woman has some sort of supranatural sense as her predictions are always right. I didn’t have classes today, but I had to work on one of my assignment’s, and after realizing that if I were to stay at home I’d be laying in my bed all day, I dressed up in comfortable clothes and packed what I had to bring with myself before I headed to my university’s library.

The bus ride was quick as traffic has dispersed since the early hours of the morning, making it easier to get to my destination. After getting off the bus I headed to the closest coffee shop, knowing I would need some caffeine if I planned on not falling asleep at the library. It wouldn’t be the first time. Sometimes the quiet and warm ambience gets to me, and without meaning to, I fall asleep at the table instead of studying diligently. I didn’t plan on doing that today as I was nearing the deadline. I wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but I didn’t deal well with stress and it was currently eating me up as I ran over on my phone of the assignment’s requirements while I entered the main building of my university. It was buzzing with life as everyone was busy doing something and I nodded at the familiar faces before beelining it for the stairs, headed to the top floor. The main building was an old one and it was rather cold inside at all times, the library being the only one actually heated up enough that you wouldn’t freeze during the winter. I sighed in content as I pushed open the big doors, warmth seeping into my bones instantly. It wasn’t too cold outside, but I forgot to wear a jacket today, and the tank top and hoodie I was wearing over it wasn’t keeping me warm enough. The library was quiet and the ceiling lights were dim inside, desk lamps turned on by the students having to study. I walked past the front desk and greeted the librarian quietly, trying to ignore the disapproving look she threw at my coffee in hand. I wouldn’t be using any books; I just needed a desk and chair to be able to do my homework. So, before she could ask me to leave or throw away my coffee, I turned around and speedwalked down the main lobby, headed towards the next room where the large tables were placed in four rows. It was the study room, basically.

I sighed and took a sip of my coffee, looking around for a secluded spot, away from prying eyes, as I slowly walked down the middle aisle, appreciating the sweet taste of my Caramel Macchiato. Nobody really paid me any mind and I was glad as I didn’t feel like striking up a conversation with anyone. I spotted an empty seat to the left at a table where not many sat, and decided to claim it as mine as I turned left, going down another row of table and chairs. One student threw me a nasty look as my tote bag accidentally crashed against their arm and I gave them a cheeky smile before continuing to walk, not exactly sorry for disturbing them. I took another sip of my coffee as with my other hand I placed my phone back inside my back pocket, and noticed someone kind of familiar. My eyes narrowed as I continued walking towards them as they sat in the way of my claimed spot. I didn’t mean to stare, but I couldn’t tell straight away who it was as their head hung low and shoulders were slouched as they were writing in a notebook. He had headphones over his ears and was bobbing his head to the rhythm of the music, and as I got closer, my steps slightly faltered. I stopped mid-sip as I realized who it was. Mingi remained oblivious to my surprised face as I quickly snapped out of it and quickly took off, whizzing past him and the long table he sat at, adamant on ignoring him and finally reaching my own seat. He hadn’t noticed me, after all, so I didn’t think he was aware that I was here too. My mouth pulled into a grimace as the thought of being at the same place as Mingi was rather inconvenient right now, I wasn’t in the mood to face him today. I didn’t feel like arguing or bickering, and if he were to approach me, I knew it was inevitable. I sighed as I reached my seat and allowed my bag to fall onto the table, creating a light bang. Someone from the other end of the table glanced at me, but quickly went back to their work.

I placed my coffee on the table and sat in my chair, opening my tote bag. I quickly emptied the bag of its contents, grateful that I haven’t forgotten anything at home. I placed my big sketchbook in front of me as I organized the rest of my things on the table. My smaller pencil case was placed next to my coffee, where my right hand was. Then, the bigger pencil case which contained all sorts of pens and pencils, was placed in the middle, just above my sketchbook. I placed the hard cover sketchbook, my personal one in which I always draw and consider my journal, to my left where it wouldn’t bother me as I worked. I placed the book on color theory I have brought with myself on top of my sketchbook and opened it, flipping through the pages, searching for the one I was supposed to read before starting my assignment. We were supposed to make an abstract drawing using acrylics. I sighed as I found the page and realized I had to read five before starting to draw. Five weren’t many pages, but it felt like I didn’t have the mental capacity to read. Seems like the coffee hadn’t kicked in yet. But I had to do it, so, after taking another sip of my coffee, I placed my elbow on the table and after placing my cheek in my palm, I started reading with a loud sigh. My eyes ran over the words lazily only half paying attention to them as I felt my phone buzz in my jean’s back pocket. I was itching to check the message, but I knew I wouldn’t do any studying if I was to check my phone right now.

As I was reading the third page, I heard firm footsteps stomping in my direction, but I didn’t look up. I have finally somehow found the power to concentrate on my task, and besides, I was in a library, it was probably another student headed to sit at the table I was sat at. After all, I have chosen this table because it had few people who could bother me. However, I soon became aware that the approaching person stopped right across me, and as I looked up confused, my mouth involuntarily dropped a little. The chair was already pulled back and before I could even complain, Mingi’s lean body dropped into the chair as he pulled it closer to the table. His things were gathered in his arms and he very loudly dropped them onto the table, creating the other student at the table to glare in his direction. For a second, I found myself speechless as I stared at a very casual looking Mingi. His black hair was pushed back, his forehead on display for the first time, and his eyes had no makeup as he blinked at me through his black glasses. I had no idea Mingi wears glasses? It was resting rather low on his tall nose and I snapped out of my staring as a lazy smirk appeared on his cherry-red lips.

“What are you doing?!” I whispered furiously, eyebrows furrowing as I placed my book on the table. Mingi’s smirk turned into a small smile.

“Catching up on some homework, and you?” Mingi’s answer made my eyebrows furrow even more. Did he seriously think I was interested in whatever he was here for?

“No!” My voice almost raised, but I was able to control it, “Here. With me—why did you come sit here?! The other table seemed perfectly fine to me—”

“Ah, so you have seen me.” Mingi seemed pleased with himself as he fished his phone out from underneath the three notebooks he had dumped on the table, “I just didn’t feel like sitting alone. Is that a problem?”

I opened my mouth to fire back a ‘yes’ at him, but found myself hesitating instead. I didn’t exactly understand his motives. He was sitting by himself up until now, who knows since when, so what changed now? Why did he want to sit with me all of a sudden? He was definitely only here to bother me.

“We’re not friends.” I raised my eyebrows at Mingi, voice sharp, “And you seemed pretty fine by yourself.”

Mingi just sighed and organized his notebooks, pushing two away from himself as he opened the other one. He grabbed his headphones from around his neck, but he didn’t lift them to his ear yet.

“Is it such a crime that I want to sit at the same table with you?” The defeat in Mingi’s voice took me off guard, and I gulped, jaw clenching as I avoided his disappointed gaze. What was he disappointed about? It’s not like we were friends. Did I say something wrong? And why should I care if I have hurt his feelings? I was only voicing the truth.

“I sat here because I want to be alone.” I threw him a sharp glare and Mingi’s lips turned into a thin line as he slid down in his chair. He wore a loose black t-shirt which reached below his elbows, jacket discarded on the chair next to his. He wore grey sweatpants too; it was the most casual I have seen him. Compared to how he would usually dress, this look gave him an aura of someone who you are safe with and radiates comfort. It was unusual compared to the always cocky, witty, and smirking Mingi. I didn’t know where to put him, it felt like he was vulnerable right now, almost showing a side of his I haven’t met yet. Could this be the real Mingi? Before I could start dwelling on such thing, I shook my head and the thought out of my mind.

“I won’t bother you.” Mingi tried to coerce me and I just sighed loudly and long, letting him know he was an inconvenience to me right now as I aggressively closed my book and pushed it aside. I knew enough about colors already, and I wasn’t in the mood to read anymore thanks to Mingi, who threw me off my sudden burst of motivation. I threw Mingi one last disapproving look before looking down and opening my sketchbook. I pulled my smaller pencil case closer to myself and opened that as well as I fished around for the black acrylic.

『There's a shaking

In my bones

It's getting stronger

Stronger』

I willed myself to ignore Mingi as I started tracing lines with the acrylic, shutting out every noise which could bother me as I sucked my lower lip between my teeth, wondering what I was drawing. Usually when I had an assignment, I had an idea of what the drawing would be about, but right now, I had no idea what I was doing and it didn’t feel nice. It made me feel like I was losing control, like I wasn’t myself. I grabbed the burgundy acrylic and darkened the right corner of the paper, fingers feeling oily from the tool I was using. I tried finding something in the lines, a vision, something which could give me guidance, but it was simply a mess and it caused me to feel defeated as I grabbed another color mindlessly, having stopped paying attention to the color combination. The one and only thing I should have paid attention to. But the drawing looked like nothing and my hand was moving faster as I traced lines and made circles on the paper, creating an amalgam of colors. The top of the drawing was dark and heavy, it made me feel mad and desperate the longer I looked at it. Then, the lower half of the drawing had the lighter colors, colors which felt like there was something good in the world, something worth living for. But the middle of the drawing remained blank and my hand halted as I became stuck. What was I supposed to do? Was I to connect the two worlds of whirling emotions? Was I to leave it blank because there were no existent roads leading the two together?

『There's a hunger

In my heart

It's full of promise

Promise』

And then I looked up, eyebrows drawn together as I felt numbness creep up into my chest, not finding a way out. I have forgotten Mingi was here, with me. And as our eyes connected, I realized he was here. And he was watching me. Lips slightly parted, his eyes seemed to hold a sincerity I have never seen in anyone else before, his eyebrows slightly raised. Suddenly, I felt breathless as his deep gaze kept me locked in, as he silenced my thoughts. I didn’t understand the look on his face, or what his eyes were trying to tell me, but suddenly my heart started beating so fast that I dropped the acrylic I had in my hand and gasped. Why was Mingi here? What did he want? Eyes turning into a glare, I looked down and furiously dug around in my pencil case, looking for the grey acrylic. I didn’t mean to do it, many times I don’t mean to do what I do, but my hand came crashing down against the table and then I was scrabbling at the blank space, creating a big nothing. A void. I paused for a second thinking that I have ruined the drawing and now I would have to start over, which was the smartest thing to do, probably. But for some reason, in the mess of scribble, I saw lines. Lines looking like paths, which were made to connect the top half and the bottom half of the drawing. I grabbed the yellow and purple acrylic and started tracing those lines, shading over the grey void, everything blending together seamlessly. My lips parted as an incredulous breath left my lips, confused at everything I was feeling at the moment. I did usually let my emotions pour into my drawings, but this was new. This was intense and it hasn’t happened before. I didn’t even understand it myself as I felt myself smile a little bit, almost as if my body felt relief, almost as if my heart became less heavy.

『There's an itch

Under my skin

It's under my skin

Under my skin』

The flipping of a page snapped me back to reality and I was once again aware that I was in the library and—Mingi was sitting right across me. And as I looked up, all previous feelings disappeared as my eyes fell on what held Mingi’s attention. My sketchbook. The one which was like my journal. I gasped, loudly,

“Stop.” I didn’t mean for my voice to be so loud, but several students turned our way as Mingi’s hand froze midair. The page he was about to flip fell back, and he looked up slowly, “I never gave you permission to look through that.”

Mingi held my fierce gaze for a second before he hummed, acting nonchalant, acting as if he hadn’t looked through something which was personal, something which contained my feelings and thoughts as I always doodle a few words in the right bottom of the page.

“My bad, I didn’t think it was personal,” My jaw clenched and before I could say anything, Mingi continued, “You’re quite good, did you know? You’re talented.”

I scoffed and looked around in disbelief before my eyes fell back on Mingi. He was smirking, looking way too amused at my annoyance, “Of course I’m good, Mingi. I’m more than just good. I’m the founder of the Fine Arts club at our university, I’m supposed to be the best student.”

“And are you?” Mingi raised an eyebrow and it made my blood boil even more. He was able to make my mood change way too easily, it pissed me off.

“I am.” I whisper-snapped and Mingi hummed again, acting as if it wasn’t a big deal. It was. I could never lack. I always had to deliver, and constantly had to prove myself that I was the best. Everyone had high expectations of me, but perhaps, it was myself who set the bar so high that I sometimes felt like I was crumbling, “Give it back.”

I swiftly leaned over the table and went to snatch the sketchbook back from Mingi, but he clumsily grabbed it and pulled it towards himself, out of my reach. The page he wanted to flip when I caught him was accidentally flipped and we looked down at it at the same time. My eyes widened in mortification and my heart dropped to my stomach as Mingi stared at his own eyes in my sketchbook. It was the first drawing I have made of them, it was somewhat scribbled over, but it was painfully obvious whose eyes it was. Hoping that he hadn’t recognized his own eyes, I quickly snatched the sketchbook back and slammed it shut, feeling a slight burn in my cheeks. That wasn’t good, I shouldn’t be blushing. And my heart also needs to calm down, I can feel my pulse in my neck. I looked up at Mingi through my lashes only to see him already staring at me. He looked incredibly surprised and confused at the same time, it was as if I was looking at a puppy, before his expression formed into something more detestable.

“Who’s eyes are those?” He whisper-asked with a glint in his sharp eyes, resting his chin in his palm as his ring-clad fingers tapped against his cheek rhythmically. His reaction was better than the one I was expecting, I thought he had figured it out, I could lie my way out of this.

“Someone’s.” I answered as I closed my other sketchbook too, needing to flee. There goes my strong and convincing answer. I was crying on the inside, emotionless on the outside.

“Mine?” My body froze and I slowly raised my gaze to look at Mingi, who was smirking and slowly pushing up his glass on the bridge of his nose. My jaw clenched as my heart started beating faster.

『'Cause I just wanna feel something real

'Cause I just wanna feel something』

“No, Yunho’s.” The words were out of my mouth before I could think. My jaw clenched as I mentally cursed myself. What are the chances Mingi knows Yunho, though? And I haven’t said his family name, it could be anyone. I didn’t wait to see Mingi’s reaction as I quickly started packing away everything, cursing myself for leaving my acrylics laying around on the table everywhere. My muscles were tense under Mingi’s watchful eyes and I bit my lower lip as I was finally able to shove everything inside my tote bag, I had zero intentions of organizing them nicely inside. I was just about to stand up when Mingi’s quiet, deep, voice reached my ears.

“By any chance—are you talking about Jeong Yunho?” The breath was knocked out of my chest as I gaped at Mingi with wide eyes, thoughts whirling fast in my mind. Mingi knows Yunho? How does he know him? What were the chances? I’m fucked.

“Uh, yeah.” I answered quietly before clearing my throat, not expecting Mingi’s eyes to suddenly light up and mouth to pull into the biggest smile I have ever seen on him.

“How do you know him?” He whispered in excitement, leaning forward in his seat. I cleared my throat in discomfort, stalling my answer as I scoffed quietly, trying to look nonchalant with my answer.

“We were sort of friends during highschool.” I answered, my voice void of any emotion as Mingi looked surprised.

“Really?” Mingi muttered before his confused expression morphed into that of an excited one once again, “He’s my best friend. We’ve been friends since childhood, it’s a bit surprising he never mentioned you—or have I forgotten? Yunho was always popular, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he mentioned you and I forgot, because I always had to keep up with all the new names and people. He was quite the charmer during highschool, wasn’t he? Did you know he’s gone to a different city to study?”

“Uh,” I blinked, trying to digest all the new information and Mingi’s change of character. I’ve never seen him so alive before, so excited, and happy like right now. It made me want to blame it on Yunho. He made people feel like this. Whoever had the luck of knowing him would be forever charmed, webbed up by his bright and warm personality. He could make you feel like you were the most special person on Earth, like you were the center of his life. Yunho was a very rare to find person, one you had the luck to meet only once in your lifetime. And if you were lucky enough, perhaps he’d keep you around long enough. Mingi seemed to be that lucky guy as he continued beaming at me, waiting for my answer. But all I could do was focus on the bitter feeling swirling inside my stomach and the quiver of my lips. I wasn’t good enough to keep Yunho around. I lacked what Yunho liked in a person, and yet, here Mingi was, being the epitome of everything Yunho liked. My throat closed in on me at a very sudden realization, I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore, “Yeah, I did—I didn’t. I—I have to go.”

I didn’t wait to see Mingi’s reaction as I jumped out of my seat and grabbed the coffee mug, gripping it so hard I could’ve broken the carton. I had tunnel vision as I raced out of the library and down the marble stairs, breathing hard with tears in my eyes. I burst through the heavy doors of the main building and ran off, trying to find a somewhat secluded spot on the path as I doubled over, heaving for air.

Song Mingi. Jeong Yunho. I should have known. I should have realized so much sooner, I was such a fucking idiot. My lips quivered as all the memories came back: Yunho’s dashing smile and warm hand as we lay in each other’s arms, his voice low as he whispered about his day. Song Mingi’s name rolling off his tongue effortlessly, face content and eyes glazed over as he recounted everything about their day, about Mingi. He loved the warm breeze; he hated rainy days. He loved going out for walks, he hated staying cooped up in his room all day. He hated playing video games, yet he learned a few just for Yunho. He was allergic to pollen, but he bought his mother a bouquet of flower every Sunday. He was tall and lanky and insecure, so he started working out with Yunho. He hated his glasses because people thought he was a nerd, so he never wore them and his eyesight worsened. Song Mingi, who’s laughter was either silent or too loud, head always thrown back as his eyes turned into slits when he laughed. Song Mingi, who was insecure about his blemishes until Yunho called him the handsomest gal he’d ever seen. Song Mingi, who stopped painting his nails after he was bullied for it. And Mingi, who despite looking intimidating and cold was the sweetest and nicest person Yunho has ever met. There wasn’t a day when Yunho wouldn’t mention Mingi while we were dating, and the fact that Mingi couldn’t even remember if Yunho mentioned me or not, said a lot. It hurt. It felt like a knife was plunged deep inside my chest, twisting and ripping everything apart with its sharp blade. I am over Yunho; everything happened a long time ago. But it was proof, once again, that I have never been someone important in his life. He would never talk about me like he talked about Mingi. I would never mean the world to him…like Mingi meant to him.

『I just wanna love

I just wanna touch

I just wanna see

Something』

❱❱ Next chapter

[illgiveyoueveryfirst]

zb1 after you ask if you can wear their clothes/sweater

wearing the zb1 members' clothes

genre: fluff/platonic/suggestive

warnings: none

a/n: i've never tried a short writing style like this before so let me know what you think!

masterlist

Jiwoong

So you two just started dating when he stays at your place overnight for the first time. As he walks out the door the next day, you notice that he forgot the t-shirt he slept in on your bed. You grab your phone to text him to come back and get it but before you press send, you come up with an idea. The next time you meet, you show up wearing his shirt instead. When he sees you stepping out of the bus, he smiles and shakes his head, "So that's where my shirt went." What he won't admit is that he thought you wearing his clothes would be really cute but he didn't know how to bring it up to you. So instead he left his shirt there on purpose in the hopes that you would wear it.

You've had a crush on your classmate Hao for ages but dude is really bad at catching hints whenever you try to flirt with him. One day you compliment him on one of his hoodies and ask if you could maybe borrow it cause it's your favourite of his. Instead of reading the room, he says that if you like it so much, he can show you where he got it from so you can get it yourself. One of your mutual friends finally has enough and blurts, "Bro, you could probably propose to him and he would still think it's platonic." That's when he finally realises that you've been flirting with him and, after some proper dates, you end up getting together. As a six months anniversary gift he gets the two of you cute matching hoodies, which all your friends think is cringe but neither of you cares.

Zhang Hao

Hanbin

When you invite him to hang out with you, he tells you that he's so busy lately that he can't come. But he still wants to spend time with you so he asks if you wanna accompany him to a dance practice instead. Watching them dance is fun but after some time you get bored just sitting on the side. You see his sweater that he tossed in the corner after getting too hot and decide to tease him a little by stealing it and putting it on yourself. He doesn't notice at first cause he's so focused on his practice but when he notices, he laughs and tells you how cute you look in it. Probably comes over to squish your cheeks and baby you. You still get scolded for taking it without permission but it's all just jokes because he secretly thinks it looks really cute on you.

Matthew

You and him are out on a date at a café which is much fuller than you expected and the last free tables are in the outside area. It's also much colder than what you're dressed for since you were expecting your date to be inside. After seeing you shiver, Matthew offers you his jacket but you refuse at first saying it's not that cold (liar). He insists until you eventually accept it and he gets to wrap his warm jacket around you. In the end you're glad he insisted because it really helps and you're actually able to enjoy your date. Matthew feels a huge sense of pride seeing you in his jacket cause it makes him feel all boyfriend. He probably tells you you look like his cutieful angel in it cause he's weird like that lmao.

Taerae

While on a car ride together on the way to a karaoke night with friends, the car in front abruptly stops causing him to hit the breaks quite harshly. He instinctively puts his arm in front of you. You're fine but the water bottle you were taking a sip from in that exact moment spills all over your pants. Fortunately for you, Taerae keeps a change of clothes in his car. Unfortunately for you, the only pants available are a colourful messy pair of sweatpants that really clash with the rest of your otherwise kinda fancy black outfit. Your friends all (affectionately) laugh when they see you but after explaining the backstory, it becomes the highlight of the night. Inside jokes about it are brought up even months later and it becomes a happy memory.

Ricky

Dude owns way too many dress up shirts and button ups so one time when you're getting ready for a date, you ask if you can wear one of them tonight. "I just wanna look as fancy as you do all the time." He tells you that you always look perfect just the way you are (what a flirt smh). "But if you wanna dress fancy, maybe we can try on some outfits together." After seeing you change in and out of some of his clothes, he has something else on his mind. "You know what? Maybe you would look best in no clothes at all." Date night is cancelled, y'all are staying home if you know what I mean.

Gyuvin

You're in the kitchen trying to get some snacks from a shelf after the two of you decide to watch a movie together. Regardless of how tall you are, gyuvin probably put them up way too high for you to reach I have a thing for gyuvin's height okay this is gonna come up a lot. When he sees you trying to climb the counter to reach it, he offers to help "since you're too tiny to reach it". You get defensive and tell him youre not that short but all he replies with is "Are you kidding? You'd probably drown in one of my hoodies." "No, I wouldn't, you're not that much taller." Instead of arguing back, he gets one of his hoodies and asks you to put it on to prove his point. Oh, you're definitely drowning in it but it's okay cause he finds it really cute and hugs you tight in it. You try to be mad at him but he's way too adorable and you end up having a big hoodie cuddle session during the movie.

Gunwook

You don't even have to ask for his clothes because he will offer his hoodie/jacket/etc every available chance whether you're dating or not. Just a constant stream of "Are you cold? Do you want my hoodie?" or "Are you sure you don't want my scarf?" He pretends he doesn't need them because he's "not even that cold". He's definitely cold but will never admit it and tries real hard to hide his shivering from you so you don't refuse his offers. You notice it anyway but don't say anything because you know it's his way of showing he cares. we love a respectful man

Yujin

This may just be a stereotype because he's young but I don't think he's ever properly dated before. So when you tell him you love the way he smells, he gets all flustered and happy. Like huge smile on his face and all. Then one day he gets an idea after you tell him you wish you could fall asleep next to him every night. From there on he always brings an extra shirt to change into when he visits you so he can give you the shirt he wore all day and you can fall asleep with it in your arms every night.

[bidisasterevankinard]

your hands keep me warm

buddie/G/ 859 words

Buck always is cold. As much as he remembers he always needed hoodies or jackets when most of his friends would prefer to wear T-shirts. But he wasn’t like them. His hands are always cold and his feets freezing when it's even a little bit chilly.

So he tries to never leave the house without a hoodie or sweater to keep him warm, and for being at home he has a huge collection of comfortable, warm, and super soft hoodies and warm fluffy socks of all the possible colors, and a collection of tea which takes whole cupboard in his kitchen. Buck likes to keep himself warm.

Especially because either way he wouldn’t be able to rest and sleep normally till he's warm and he can super easily catch a cold. Eddie still laughs a lot the moment Buck starts to have a runny nose and sore throat when he was cold for less than twenty minutes.

Buck always just makes a sad face and doesn’t talk with Eddie hiding in the layers of blankets till the cup of tasty tea appears in front of him. But even then he makes Eddie say sorry and only after that takes the cup in his hands, keeping both his big palms around his favorite big mug to try and warm his hands a little.

That’s actually exactly what is happening right now. Really cold and rainy weather came to LA, and no matter how Buck tried to keep himself warm, always wearing warm clothes, having an umbrella with him, and drinking a lot of warm drinks he still caught a cold and now feels really bad, lying in his and his boyfriend's bed, trying to keep himself warm under two blankets and wearing Eddie’s hoodie and sweats and his favorite green socks with hamsters. Chris bought it for his last birthday.

But no matter what normal people would already feel quite warm, Buck still feels like he’s outside in Pennsylvania in winter without clothes. He knows how it feels because once he was dared to do it at a party when he was eighteen.

He knows it’s not the best sight and if he’s not going to feel any warmer soon Eddie would definitely take him to the hospital, but Buck hopes the medicine his boyfriend promised to buy on the way from school, when Buck couldn’t even get up for breakfast with Chris, will help.

Eddie is actually the reason Buck is not in his super dirty from sweating all night in a hoodie and sweats and under the blanket they keep deep inside their wardrobe. Buck has zero strength to change anything in his position, but Eddie insisted on changing Buck in new clothes and giving him another blanket. He also made Buck his favorite tea and light fruit smoothie Buck drank fast and received an incredibly beautiful smile back for this and a kiss on his forehead.

Drifting between sleep and his thoughts, Buck hears how the door is opened, then someone takes off his shoes and goes to the kitchen putting groceries bags there, and comes to their bedroom.

“Are you sleeping?” Buck smiles when he hears how Eddie whispers it, not wanting if he is really asleep to wake him up.

“No, still can’t feel warm enough,” he answers quietly and then starts coughing.

“I’ll go take your medicine and will be back.”

In minutes Eddie is back with some pills and water for him and a sandwich from his favorite place. He ate a half and Eddie is not insisting on more then takes pills and goes back to try and try to fall asleep.

“Stay with me, please? I need hugs. You always keep me warm when we cuddle,” Buck pouts and makes the biggest puppy eyes to make his boyfriend stay with him.

“Of course, just let me take it all to the kitchen.”

Eddie comes back in second and takes off everything except his underwear and on Buck's raised eyebrow he simply answers.

“I’m always warm, even hot, and when you wear a hoodie under one blanket I never even wear a tank top. Now under those blankets, I would die either way. And I think you need a new hoodie,” Eddie takes another hoodie from their wardrobe and quickly changes Buck, but he still shivers when stays naked for a moment.

“I think we can leave one blanket for now, but the warmer one, please,” Buck says, already in position for his boyfriend to spoon him behind.

Eddie just chuckles but leaves one blanket and lies with Buck, moving so close that there is not even a millimeter of space between them, and his chest and stomach are completely pressed against Buck's back, one arm hugs him around the waist, and the other becomes Buck's pillow and Eddie uses it to sort through Buck's curls, knowing that it always soothes him and Buck falls asleep in seconds.

And what is happening now, feeling how Eddie keeps him warm and save and shows him his love Buck falls asleep in minutes.

[mythoughtsbysms]

Date Night

Since making plans with Matt, you and Matt have been working on your own projects with text conversation in between projects. The both of you are checking on each other and talking about life and projects. You celebrated New Year's with your best friends and partied all night. You were thinking about Matt that night and wish he was there with you. However, he didn't forget about you. He sent you a text at midnight.

Matt: Happy New Year’s! 😘

Y/N: Happy New Year’s! 🎉❤️

After New Year’s, you continue to work and finish unpacking which was a huge weight off your shoulders because now you can enjoy your place without boxes getting in the way. Alyssa was sweet enough to help since she saw how stressed out you were with everything going on. You and Alyssa hung out a lot during this time and you told her everything that was happening between you and Matt.

Alyssa: What’s been going on with you and Matt? You barely tell me anything.

Y/N: I know. I was trying to keep it private to see where things go. Matt is a person and I want to be respectful towards him especially since, in the past, I saw a couple of people treating him like any other celebrity and share private messages online. Otherwise, Matt and I are doing well. Him and I are going on a date the night of January 20th. Im really excited to see him.

Alyssa: That’s understandable. I’m glad you and Matt are going well and I’m very happy for you. I know it’s been hard for you to open up to someone, let alone going on a date with someone. I’m very proud of you and you should be proud of yourself! You’re growing as an individual. That’s something to celebrate!

Y/N: Thank you. I am proud of myself. Im taking it one step at a time and letting things happen rather than trying to prevent them. If it’s meant to be - it’s meant to be. I’ll tell you what happens with Matt and I and our date.

Alyssa: I’m really looking forward to hearing about it! I want details haha.

January 20th, 2023

Morning

You had a hard time sleeping the night before because you were excited to see Matt. You tossed and turned trying to sleep but couldn’t sleep until around 2:15 am. Your alarm goes off at 7:00 am but you needed more sleep. You set the alarm to 8:00am so you can get an extra hour. 8:00 am comes around and your alarm goes off. You wake up and do a light stretch. You felt a little better getting the extra hour of sleep. It was cold in your room since you forgot to close the window last night and you were starting to get hungry. You got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make yourself a hot matcha latte with honey and some breakfast. You ended up making yourself a bagel with cream cheese, smoked salmon, and a sprinkle of everything bagel seasoning on top with a side of strawberries and blueberries.

Once you were finished, you went into your room and started to get ready to get out of the house. It was one of those mornings where you wanted some fresh air and go to the local coffee shop to get a coffee and something sweet. You changed into a dark heather gray hoodie, comfortable black flare leggings, a black puffer jacket, and black fuzzy socks with the UGGs. After getting ready, you put on your shoes and grabbed your keys. You went to the coffee shop and ordered yourself a decaf honey latte and a banana muffin. After getting your coffee and muffin, you sat at the front while watching what was going on outside for the next hour.

You ran to an art store to pick up some supplies and went back to your place to warm up and relax until it was time to get ready for your date with Matt.

Evening

It was 4:30 pm, and time to get ready for your date with Matt. Matt was going to pick you up at 5:30 pm so you only had an hour to get ready. The good thing is you showered this morning and everything else so all you had to do was get dressed, make up, and freshen up. You were looking through dress after dress and having a hard time picking out something to wear. You ended up wearing a red rose bud design black midi-length cami style fitted dress with a slit on one side with black heels.

5:30 pm rolls around and you hear a knock on your door. You look through the peephole and Matt was standing there waiting for you to answer. You answered the door and let him inside. He looked at you and couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

Matt: Y/N... you look beautiful tonight.

Y/N: Thank you. I was worried that I may be dressed a little too casually or too dressed up for our date.

Matt: No, you are not too casual or too dressed up. You look beautiful and I can't keep my eyes off of you.

Y/N: Oh good. Here, let me grab my bag and we can go.

Matt: Okay. I'll wait here.

*You grab your purse and walk back to him.*

Matt: Ready to go?

Y/N: Yes, I'm ready to go.

You and Matt went downstairs and walked to his car which is parked outside in front of your apartment complex. The both of you went into his car and drove 30 minutes away to a high-end Italian restaurant. You thought this was sweet because you mentioned to Matt earlier that a couple of your favorite foods are pasta and mostly Italian meals. Once you arrived, Matt helped you get out of his car and you held onto his arm as you two walked into the restaurant. Matt told the waiter he has a reservation for two and the waiter walked you and Matt to your table. Matt kept looking at you under the restaurant’s low lighting.

Matt: You look gorgeous… I’m sorry that I keep saying that to you but it’s true. I can’t keep my eyes off of you. Your [ your eye color ] are beautiful - the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.

Y/N: Thank you. You look amazing yourself. Thank you for taking me out to dinner. This is a very beautiful restaurant.

Matt: No problem. I’m happy we were able to make this work especially with our busy schedules.

You two went on to order drinks and food. You ordered [ favorite drink ], a cup of water, and classic gnocchi with basil pesto and parmesan cheese with a side of garlic bread. Matt ordered red wine, a cup of water, and gnocchi with tomato sauce and parmesan cheese with a side of garlic bread. He thought what you ordered sounded good so he ordered the same thing as you with a couple of changes. You and Matt were talking about your life and life goals until your food arrived.

Matt: How’s your life going? Anything exciting happened since we were together last?

Y/N: It’s been going great! Not a lot happened other than work, hanging out with friends, art, and I was able to finish unpacking. Of course talking to you. *laughs*

Matt: That’s great! *laughs* “Of course talking to you.” That’s very true we have been talking a lot.

Y/N: Yeah. *laughs* Do you have a life goal? Did you already achieve that life goal?

Matt: Yes and no. I wanted to make music since I was young and now that I’m a rapper, I would say that was my life goal. However, I feel like I haven’t achieved it because I feel as if there is something missing.

Y/N: Oh. What’s the one thing you are missing?

Matt: Someone to be with me along the way… you.

Your drinks and food have arrived and you start to eat. You were taken back because you didn’t expect Matt’s answer but, at the same time, you were full of love and looking at him - you knew he was the one. Matt noticed you were a little anxious. He grabbed your hand and held it while telling you everything is okay. You instantly relaxed knowing you were okay. Matt apologized but you told him he didn’t do anything wrong and that he didn’t need to apologize. You two go on to finish your meal and Matt paid the bill. You offered to pay your portion of the meal but he insisted on paying the bill. You were very grateful and thanked him.

You two were still a little hungry but for something sweet. There was an ice cream place near by and thought about getting ice cream. You and Matt went into his car and drove to get ice cream. You wanted [ favorite ice cream flavor ] on a cone and Matt wanted vanilla on a cone. Once you got your ice cream, you and Matt went back into his car and started to head back to your place. Matt had his arm around you and you laid your head on his shoulder. You felt loved and safe with him. The drive from the ice cream place to your place was 45 minutes. During the 45 minute drive, you fell asleep. Matt saw you were asleep and let you sleep until you both arrived at your place.

You both arrived at your place and Matt woke you up.

Matt: Hey Y/N. Wake up. We’re back at your place.

Y/N: *Half asleep* Oh! Sorry, I fell asleep.

Matt: It’s okay! It’s late. I don’t blame you.

You both got out and Matt walked you to your door and made sure you were inside and safe. You offered Matt a space to crash for the night since it was very late. Matt declined the offer since he had some things to get done before his upcoming concerts. Before he left, he kissed you and said he had an amazing night and that you both should do it again after his tour. You smiled and told him good night.

He closed the door behind him and you locked the door. You put on your pajamas and went straight to bed. You fell asleep quickly after getting into bed.

[callsignbaphomet]

Warm & Cozy Asks

Loke (Oracle version)

Do they get cold easily?

Nope. Just puts on a hoodie and he's out the door.

How do they warm up when cold?

If he thinks it's gonna get freakishly cold he bundles up as much as he can. Will drink his weight in coffee.

Do they wear jumpers (sweaters)? If so do they fit perfectly or are they baggy?

Absolutely not. He's more of a hoodies type of person.

Do they have a favourite hot drink? Tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate? Hot cider? If so, how do they take it?

Yeah, coffee. Black, two sugars, and cream. Loves hot chocolate. He didn't drink tea until he met Uthorim and he started to actually drink it. He prefers if the tea is sweetened. Even then it's a once in a while thing. If he could he'd shot coffee directly into his veins lol.

It's cold and wet outside, your OC has just come in the front door. What do they do to get warm?

Steaming hot shower. Like hot enough to turn the damn bathroom into a sauna kind of hot. This is assuming he's in his own apartment or any of his friends's or family. If not he'll just grin and put up with it till he can shower.

What's your OC's idea of a cozy night in?

Him and Uthorim snuggling up to each other on the sofa, snacks at the ready, Lyn (Loke's GSD) curled up next to them and watching a movie.

Does your OC have a particular trick to get them asleep at night?

Just puts his head on the pillow. That's it. The second he says he's going to sleep it's done, he's going to sleep.

Does your OC wear pyjamas to bed? Do they have a favourite set?

Just a t-shirt. That's it. Just a t-shirt. An old worn out Hellfest shirt he got when he, Jelani, Trevor, Angelus, Abigail, Ginger, Varg, Thor and some others went a few years ago. It has a small patched up hole where he got shot. Woohoo, 13 weeks with a shattered collarbone.

What side of the bed does your OC sleep on? Why is that?

He doesn't care, he'll sleep in whatever side he can get.

Does your OC nap easily?

More than a lazy ol' Basset Hound.

Does your OC enjoy a cuddle?

Yes! He loves to cuddle! He'll cuddle up to anyone willing to let him. Especially when he's sick. Extra especially if he's feeling some type of way, when he's like that he cuddles up a lot to the person he wants to fuck/get fucked by.

Does your OC enjoy a particular gesture of affection? Does it calm them?

Cuddling is one. Hugging will melt him. His very favorite is kissing though. He could be absolutely devastated, pissed the fuck off or scared out of his mind but if Uthorim gently grabs him and kisses him that guarantees he'll calm down.

There's another gesture but it's one shared by him and Jelani. They've been doing it since for-fucking-ever. If Loke or Jelani are feeling off, either depressed or scared or sometimes angry being reason they'll grab onto each other's shirt, jacket or sleeve. They don't even have to say anything to each other, they'll just know something's off and without words or even looking at each other the other will grab the other one's hand until the one grabbing on is ready to talk.

What makes your OC feel safe and secure?

Glossing over the separation anxiety he has that's only comforted and at ease as long as Jelani is close by and feels safe with him around or at the very least being able to talk to him (phone or chat). Hugs actually make him feel safe and secure. Hell, Uthorim's presence alone makes him feel at ease, comfy and secure.

What are some of your OC's comfort foods?

Grilled cheese sandwich or sweets and candy.

How much does your OC wrap up when they go outside? Hat, scarf, gloves and multi-layers or is the cold anything to them?

If we're talking freakishly cold temperatures he'll use scarves, gloves and heavy coats.

How light of a sleeper is your OC?

He's not. At all. He has 10 alarms and he won't hear the first 5 alarms. A grenade could go off in his room and he won't hear that. You literally have to shake him awake.

Can they fall asleep anywhere? Or are do they need an optimum condition to sleep in?

Loke can and will sleep anywhere and through anything. When that guy says he's going to sleep he means that shit. Weather, situation, place--doesn't matter, he's going to sleep.

What does a lazy morning consist of?

Bold of you to assume he gets up in the morning. Unless he has to he ain't waking up any earlier than 12:30. Mornings? lol no. But if he has to get up in the morning he moves at a snail's pace to get out of the bed, brushes teeth and showers, drinks coffee, gets dressed, makes breakfast for him and Uthorim or anyone else that came over in the morning, gets his pets their meals, eats breakfast and drinks more coffee, takes the dog out, comes back and drinks more coffee and then heads out to do whatever he has to do while internally cussing out society for functioning before 1:00 pm.

Does your OC prefer early nights or late mornings?

Late morning and by late mornings I mean early afternoon.

Do they hog the blankets?

No. He doesn't move around much when sleeping. In fact, he tends to scare people. Anyone that's shared a bed with him tends to freak out 'cause he barely moves, doesn't make a sound and is such a heavy sleeper that nothing wakes him up unless you shake him. Once he goes to sleep he cuddles up to whoever he's sleeping with and kinda doesn't really move much after that.

Does your OC have a favourite pillow? A favourite duvet set? A favourite cuddling toy? Blanket?

There's a sable fox stuffie his grandparents got him some years ago and Angelus and Ginger put a calming enchantment on it. If he's not feeling right he'll hold on to it and cuddle it. Enchantment activates with a squeeze and lasts for a while.

How would they solve the one bed and two people scenario? Could they share a bed?

IF the other person says they don't mind sharing a bed he'll share. If the other person isn't comfortable or is sick or injured he'll be okay with sleeping on a chair or sofa, hell, even the floor as long as he has a pillow. Most often though he'll offer the other person the bed.

Does your character have a favourite place to chill?

His brother's apartment. To be fair that's sorta where everyone kinda meets up but yeah, he likes to hang out with him there.

Where does your OC sit of there's not enough chairs at a gathering?

He'll take the floor, he doesn't really care. Or Uthorim's lap.

What's something your OC does to wind down after a long day?

Depends on how tired he is. If he's not too tired he'll shower and if he has nothing else he needs to do he'll spend a few hours playing video games. If he's too tired and Uthorim isn't home yet he'll shower and lay down on the sofa flipping between Twitch and YouTube. If Uthorim's home he'll shower, find his husband and cuddle up to him for as long as Uthorim can stand it.

Is your OC the one who receives the jacket or gives the jacket in their relationship?

Gives the jacket but let's be real Uthorim also gives the jacket even though Loke is super at ease with the cold. Both are caregivers so they tend to cancel each other out but Loke is gonna keep insisting if he sees Uthorim is cold. Please, the man was born and bred in a subarctic part of Norway. He didn't know what heat was until he was nearing his 50s.

Does your OC get any winter illnesses? If so, how badly do they get ill?

Not really, berserkers can get sick but he's mostly accompanied by non-humans who can't actually get sick and the few humans and other non-humans that can get sick all get vaccinated as well as him. But when he does get sick he gets hit with whatever is ailing him pretty hard.

Your OC has the sniffles. How do they handle it?

Anything that compromises the lungs will royally fuck him up because of the asthma. He doesn't handle fevers well, they fuck him up as well to the point of not being able to keep any solids down at all. He's super on point with meds and drinks twice as much water and get very, very needy.

Your OC has a sick day off. How do they spend it?

In bed. He doesn't go anywhere unless it's an emergency or to grab more snacks if he doesn't have a fever. He'll spend the entire day watching movies and sleeping.

Does your OC play with the thermostat/heating constantly or are they rigid about it's use?

Depends on the weather/season. If it's winter and really cold he'll keep it comfortably warm but not too hot. If it's 80 or above outside that thermostat is staying between 66 and 70 and gods help you if you dare to touch that thermostat.

[frankenhookersmonster]

ʟᴏᴠᴇʙᴜɢ - ᴇɪɢʜᴛ, "ᴘᴏʀᴄᴇʟᴀɪɴ"

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ - 18+ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ, ᴅʙꜰ!ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ x ᴀꜰᴀʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ, ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ), ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴜꜱᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 2.6ᴋ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

a/n - guys, this is gonna be the last lovebug update for a second. I’m gonna take a break from the series for the week at least, but I’m gonna post a one shot or two for the time being. that being said, requests for one shots and headcannons are open - send me some stuff!

on top of that: there’s a new way to be added to the taglist! use this link if you want to be added to the lovebug taglist or anything else I might cook up :)

Even with the air mattress you had insisted on, sleeping was proving to be difficult. It was almost too quiet, the smallest movement of a branch would make you jump in your covers. You were freezing, despite the heat of the day before you found yourself shivering. 

You were the first to head off to bed, it was around midnight but after your long day of avoiding Frank and then him giving you one of the best orgasms of your life you were a bit tired. But once you hit the pillow you could only sleep in short intervals. You heard your father and Lena open their tent an hour or so after you had tucked yourself in, but now it was a little after two and you could still hear the fire cracking outside. 

You sat up, the little warmth you did have from your blankets immediately leaving your body. You rummaged around the dark tent for your phone, using its flashlight to find some sneakers you couldn’t be bothered to tie up. 

Before opening the tent, you wrapped yourself in a blanket. It was sherpa, some of the soft pils bunched together from the washer and dryer. It was a light blue, slightly graying from love it had gotten over the years. It wrapped over your hooded head, you hadn’t taken off Frank’s hoodie since this afternoon. You wore emerald green sweatpants that were tucked into some fluffy socks. 

When you opened the tent, however, you felt underdressed. Frank was sat on a camping chair in front of the fire, poking it with some stick he found. He was wearing something similar to you, sweatpants and a hoodie, though over his he wore a tan canvas jacket lined with flannel. He lit up when he saw you, chuckling at your attire. 

“Cold?” He asked as you shuffled his way, plopping down in your own chair. He continued to poke at the fire, though his eyes were fixed on you. You nodded, though the fire was already starting to warm you. 

“Can’t sleep.” You admitted through chattering teeth. You both were quiet for a moment, staring at the fire. There was tension, though you couldn’t quite place its origin. Was it you two wanting to have a normal conversation? Or was it you wanting to fuck each other? 

After you two had returned from the store earlier, you searched through your bags for any condoms you might have left behind. You wanted Frank, but he had made it clear that he wasn’t going to have sex with you without a condom. You had the night to get through, and then another day of hot summer weather before taking down the tents and driving all the way home, likely not getting there until late into the night. By then you’d be exhausted, and you had plans with Olivia for the following day, and by then who knows how Frank would feel about fucking you? 

Your window of opportunity was closing, but you had come up empty when you looked for any sort of protection. You debated rummaging through your dad’s things, though you knew he’d notice if you took a condom of his. You were at a loss. Frustrated, you stood up. 

“I’m going on a walk.” You stated simply, still looking into Frank's eyes. You weren’t moving your feet, maybe waiting for him to say something, maybe waiting for him to follow you. He looked back at you, amused. 

“Okay.” He licked his lips, leaning back into his chair. He ran a hand through his hair, dragging it over his beard. 

“Do you need me to come with you?” The wording made you boil. No, you didn’t need him to come with you. You were perfectly fine walking through the woods on your own, even if the silence was deafening and the thought of something being out there, as silly as it may be, was prominent in your mind. If he had used ‘want’ you would have happily said yes, maybe even getting finger fucked along the way. You thought for a moment that maybe it was because you did need him, but you knew that wasn’t true. Needy for him, sure, but you didn’t need him by any means. 

Your hands gripped the blanket harder, lips pressing together. Frank took that as a sign to stand up, a sigh escaping him. You began walking to nowhere in particular, hugging yourself tightly. Frank caught up and walked beside you, your sides brushing every so often. You wanted to reach out and hold his hand, though you decided against it. 

It was still silent, the only noise coming from your feet digging into the dirt. Chills were still running down your spine when a loud bark came from behind you. It shot through the woods like a sonic boom, amplified by previous silence. You jumped, turning around and letting out an involuntary squeal. You hid in your blanket, heart racing a million miles a minute. Frank’s warm hands covered your shoulders from behind, squeezing them. 

“You alright?” He leaned his head down to your ear, speaking loud enough for just you to hear. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat while Frank kissed the top of your head, spinning you around to continue your walk. 

You grabbed his arm then, wrapping yourself around him fully. You could almost hear him smiling, hands in his pockets and he continued a steady pace down the dirt road. 

You were headed to the water again, completely by accident. Frank led you down the path to the beach, you grip on him loosening a bit though your hand still held his forearm. The beach was completely empty, the only light coming from the stars and moon reflecting on the water. You two walked by the shore, stepping on the damp sand. You looked up at Frank and studied his profile, each hair in his bearch, the curves of his nose. You stopped walking, letting go of your hold on him. Frank turned to you, frowning. 

“Wanna sit?” You asked, already placing your blanket a little bit up the beach. It was gonna be covered in sand you’d never be able to get out, but you didn’t really care. You plopped down, Frank crouching beside you. He sat back, propped up on his arms and legs stuck out in front of him. You pulled your legs into your chest, hugging yourself. 

“Are you going to forget about me when we go back home?” The words shocked you as they came out of your mouth, Frank’s face seemed just as confused as yours. 

“Do we just go back to normal?” You continued, curling into Frank’s hoodie as much as possible. Frank reached out and dragged you towards him, his arm resting over your shoulders. 

“Why would I do that?” His hand ran up your bicep, your legs escaped your grasp and landed over Frank’s. You shrugged, you weren’t even sure why you told him about your feelings, you knew he’d just reassure you. 

Frank kissed you, it was gentle at first. He held your face in his hands, pressing himself deeper into your lips. They moved together like a synchronized dance, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck and pulled your legs off of Frank to kneel next to him. He groaned against your lips, your hips rolling against nothing. 

You wanted to take Frank in your mouth, feel him pulsated on your tongue and his cum shoot into your mouth. You wanted him to pull at your hair, shove you down on his cock and force it down your throat if he had to. You could tell he wanted it too, the growing bulge in his sweatpants saying enough to you. You reached down, grabbing his dick and squeezing as you deepened your kiss. Frank pulled away, still holding your cheeks in his palms. 

“Y/n, I have something for you.” He licked his lips before reaching into his jacket pocket. You sat eagerly, trying to catch your breath. Frank pulled out a small blue package, a grin from ear to ear making his eyes crease. 

A condom. 

Your heart stopped, eyes darting Frank and the little piece of foil. You leapt at him, lips attaching and moving together quickly before breaking as you kissed up his face while he laughed. 

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He reassured you, though you simply shot him a frown before returning to his lips. 

“Where-” You started, his mouth barely letting you get the words out. 

“Found it in the console after we got back to the campsite. Felt like a real dumbass ‘cause I didn’t think of it earlier.” He peeled his jacket off, before he could even get it off of his arms you were pulling his hoodie and tee shirt, taking them off at the same time. 

You grabbed your own hoodie, revealing your bare chest. Your nipples hardened in the cold air, though you could barely focus on how freezing you were when Frank was tugging at your sweatpants. 

Frank slowed his movements once your pants were gone, gently pulling your panties down your leg. They were damp, Frank held them in his fist before dropping over in the pile where his coat sat. He looked over your body, kissing bits and pieces. 

“Gotta warm you up, alright?” A hand rubbed circles on your inner thigh while you nodded, internally begging for him to touch you. He granted your wish, dipping a finger into you. He pumped slowly, adding a second finger and twisting them up to get a moan out of you. 

They were thick, stretching you the perfect amount. His thumb toyed with your clit, your back arched as you whined into the cold air. It didn’t take Frank long to have your walls hugging him, with the curling of his fingers as his ruthlessness. 

He pulled them out of you, licking them clean before reaching for the condom. You sat up, watching him rid himself of his sweatpants and boxers. 

Frank was big. It made your jaw drop a bit, the mere size of his hard cock was enough to make you nervous again. It was thick, too, large veins sure to make you twitch. You hadn’t had sex with someone, other than Frank, in a while. Even then, you hadn’t had a partner that compared to Frank, apart from the size he was always cautious with you. Maybe it was because he was older, or maybe it was because he was more experienced than you, but being with Frank made you feel safe. He watched as you stared, he could feel your eyes popping out of your head. 

“You alright?” Frank began rolling the condom over his dick as you nodded, though you both knew you were lying. He reached a hand out to your chin to meet your eyes, just reading your face for a moment. He studied the sweat beginning to bead down your face, stroking your cheek. It was tense, you both knew there was something on your mind, though whether it would be you or him to break the silence would be anyone’s guess. It was just the two of you, naked as the day you were born, you in Frank’s rough hands. Campsites were just past the thick swell of trees though you had never felt more alone. 

“Is it gonna fit?” You squeaked out, breaking the eye contact you had been making. Frank smiled, you could tell he was trying to hold back laughter though it still made your cheeks flush. 

“It’ll fit, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit.” Frank kissed your forehead, laying you back down onto your sand coated blanket. You parted your legs, Frank’s eyes completely zoned in on your soaking pussy. His eyes were lit up, pupils dilated and mouth practically salivating. 

He stroked himself, leaning down to you to plant another kiss on your lips. He pushed his head in, coaxing a moan from deep in your stomach. Frank sucked on your neck, shoving himself into you slowly. He was attempting to be as gentle as possible, but the sheer size of him was forcing cries out of you, a tear slipping down your cheek. Frank looked at you, wiping the tear from your cheek. 

“Hey, hey, hey don’t cry. Is it too much? We can stop.” You could feel Frank started to pull out below you, but you grabbed his bicep and squeezed him. 

“No, no I’m good. Please keep going, please.” You begged, bucking your hips a bit against him despite the pain. Frank nodded though you could tell he was hesitant, slowly pushing himself deeper into your core. You bit down on Frank’s shoulder, trying to hold back your whines. It wasn’t doing much, you were still making muffled moans through his skin. Frank bottomed out, hovering over you as you removed your teeth from him. 

“Let’s stay like this for a second, yeah?” He brushed your sweat soaked hair behind your ear. You mumbled in agreement, whimpering when you could feel his cock twitch every so often. He began kissing your body, sucking on your jawline, probably hoping to distract you from the pain he was giving you. The pain from him turned to pleasure, you adjusted to Frank’s size slowly. You didn’t doubt that you’d be sore in the morning, but you didn’t mind. 

“Frank, c-can you start moving please?” You stuttered out, looking at Frank as he removed his lips from your shoulders. 

“Okay, yeah. Let me know if you need me to stop, alright?” You nodded as Frank began to slowly thrust into you. It was a grueling pace, his hips snapping to you lazily. Every thrust was gentle, or as gentle as a thrust could be. With every movement Frank made you would let out a moan, you started to bite on your lip to stop yourself, though Frank insisted you continue. 

“I wanna hear you, baby.” He groaned as he spoke. You had hoped the sex was as good for Frank as it was for you, but Frank was vocal with his pleasure. “So tight, sweetheart, so good for me.”

“Faster, Frank!” You whined, your back arching underneath the large man. He obliged, speeding up his pace. It was a slow incline, but soon enough Frank was pounding into you. As you continued to adjust to Frank’s cock, your hips started to meet him halfway and your hands made their way to his hair to give it a good tug. Though his thrusts were gentle and soft at first, Frank quickly let go and snapped his hips into yours, pumping himself in and out of your arousal soaked hole. The only sounds through the whole beach were you and Frank’s moans and praises, the smack of his skin hitting yours and the cold water rolling onto the sand. 

“Gonna cum, aren’t ya’?” Frank spoke, a little out of breath, though he already knew how close you were without even asking. You were hugging his cock, his thrusts were becoming sloppier and your cries were getting louder and louder. 

“Cum on my cock, angel. Milk me dry sweetheart.” He thrusted faster, his words barely heard through your moans. You came, your body convulsing as Frank continued to fuck you with the same force, still chasing his own high. Frank finished, nearly completely collapsing on top of you. The two of you were breathing so heavy you thought one of your lungs would collapse in. 

“So good, you were so fucking good.” He mumbled praises into your ear before pulling himself out of you slowly. You groaned as he laid on his back to your side, pulling you into his chest. You caught your breath, kissing Frank’s pecs as he rubbed your back. You could hear squirrels running through the thick forest, the wind rustling the leaves. 

“Thank you, Frank.” It was the first clear thing you had said since Frank started fucking you. His heart was racing, you could feel it laying on his chest. 

“Anytime.”

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[lovely-scents]

Monsta X : A Warm Winter with You

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Hyungwon

Doesn't even have any plan for the night

Lazing around on the couch with his thick blanket while watching the show on tv

Suddenly looking out for you when he didn't see you around

Found you standing close at the windows, happily watches the falling snows outside

"Are you a kid? Why would you be smiling like that..? It's just the snow."

But secretly thinks it's cute and adorable

Brings his blanket to joins you

Sitting near the wide windows with you resting comfortably in his embrace, quietly enjoying the beauty of the snow

Kihyun

Appeared at your door without notifying you first to surprise you

"How did you know I was at home?"

He just smiles and giggles because he knows that you're such a home person, just like him

Going out for a casual dinner, walking side by side while holding your hand neat and tight in his pocket to make sure you're safe and warm around him

Stops by in front of a flower shop and asks you which one do you likes

Bought the flowers that you likes and gives you the surprise gift that he keeps in his jacket

"But today is not my birthday.. and it's still too early for Christmas gift."

"I know. It's just a memorial gift. Because last year, on this day.. I fell in love on the first sight with you."

Changkyun

You've been planning to go out with him since weeks ago, and that's why you're happy for the date today

"I'm sorry, I've got some work to do. I'll be there in a minute." 7.01 PM

But it has been hours and he's still hasn't arrived when he supposed to fetch you at your place

When you're about to give up with this date; feeling down and disappointed, the doorbell starts to ring

"Is it already too late for our date?" he pants out with a smile as he leans while resting his arm on the wall of your door, trying to recover from his exhaustion

Seems like he's running all over here to see you

Gives you the roses that he bought earlier on his way here

Taking you out for dinner, and a very nice night walk near the river, watching the fireworks

Shownu

Your bed feels warmer this morning than the other days

He is the first one you see when you open up your eyes from your sleep

You starts to wonder; What is he doing at your place, on your bed? Why, and when did he came? Isn't he supposed to be working today?

"I take a leave for today because I missed you." answers him with his sleepy voice, smiling as he's staring at your confused look

Sweet and warm good morning kiss

Ordering food because both are too lazy to cook or even go out to buy grocery in this cold weather

Watching movies, cuddles, casual long talk

Just having a lazy, comfortable day together at home

Wonho

The Christmas is arriving soon, so you two have been busy decorating the house and the Christmas tree (after he insisted to do it this night)

It was fun anyways, and the result is magnificent

He really likes spending every minute with you; even just by doing a small thing as long as you're with him

Cuddles on bed, thick and warm blanket, you wearing his favourite hoodie and he wears the sweater that you made for him (even it's too sloppy and the right sleeve is too long than the other one, but he still likes it just because you made it specially for him)

Spend the rest of the night watching movies

Ends up quarrelling because both didn't know who should pick the movie first or what kind of movie to watch

Finally decides to watch the movies that you both picked in turns

Fall asleep in the middle of the movie

Jooheon

He fetches you from work one day, smiling from ear to ear; you can clearly sees how much he likes Christmas, the winter.. and you

Dragging you around to visit the places that he likes, showing everything cute and interesting to you

Asking what would you like to have for Christmas, even it's already obvious that you only wants him for your Christmas

Convinced you to dance with him to the street musicians that plays the Christmas songs on the street (it's embarrassing, but it's fun when the other people started to join you two and dance along)

Playing chase; but get slipped and fall because of the slippery, icy ground

Lots of giggles

Watching the big Christmas tree together

Casually kisses your cheek and quietly laughs at your flustered face

Minhyuk

Happily watching the falling snows outside from the window glass together

He's not really a fan of the cold seasons, but spending his winter nicely with you like this makes him happy

"Shall we go out and play?"

It's just you two at the park right now, playing with the snow piles, teasing and laughing with each other happily

Building a snowman is a must

Suddenly spills out the famous "Do you wanna build a snowman?" lines in a goofy way because he knows how much you likes it

Hot chocolate and thick blanket to warm up yourselves after playing outside

Watching Christmas movies together to ends the day

[suyacho]

happy 3rd of december everyone, here’s some angst for you <3 it’s kind off cliche but i wrote one sided angst last year on the 3rd december so let’s do it again this year hehe :)

you were shinichiro’s crush and first kiss yet you ended up with his friend :’)

A/N: i’m an anime only so i haven’t met wakasa or the rest of the black dragons yet- i tried to keep it generally when the guys were speaking, feel free to give tips on their characterization :) also this isn’t my best work-

WARNINGS: gn!reader - one sided love - awkward first kiss - truth or dare - probably some cussing - reader ends up with wakasa - putting your friends’s feelings before your own - 1,1k words

Shinichiro sighed as he plopped down on his bed, staring at his ceiling while he thought of past events, a small smile creeping on his face. He felt so lucky, so happy that you were his first kiss yet it didn’t stop his feelings from growing.

He closed his eyes, starting to daydream what it would be like to be with you, to have you laying on his chest right now and to feel your lips against his again, he remembered it all like yesterday.

It was the third of december…

“Truth or dare to- you.” One of the guys smiled at you and you thought for a bit. “Dare.” You answered immediately, waiting on what they had to say, knowing it couldn’t be too bad with them since they knew you’d get them back. 

“Be Shinichiro’s first kiss.” They dared you and all you did was blink a few times, taking in what they said, you surely didn’t mind but it was unexpected. “Huh?” Shinichiro asked, shaking his head as he got out of his trance, being confused about what was going on.

He couldn’t help himself from looking at you, not when you were wearing his sweater, not when you looked so good in it. It was almost like it looked better on you, it made him feel warm inside.

The only reason you were in his hoodie was because you guys had decided it would be a good idea to go outside without a jacket when it started snowing, your hoodie getting all soaked in the process. Shinichiro told you you could wear his sweater and you couldn’t say no so you took it, thanking him in a kind tone, making his flutter as he just nodded, looking away quickly as a faint blush appeared on his face.

You didn’t think much of it and just sat back down after, getting comfortable in his hoodie and loving how warm it made you feel, not realizing Shinichiro’s eyes were on you.

Shinichiro didn’t realize either, not until his name was called out for the dare.

“The dare- We dared them to kiss you.” He repeated again, only for Shinichiro to shoot his eyes open. “Wait what?” Shinichiro asked, looking at you and then back at his friends who were clueless.

“Shin, calm down- we don’t have to.” You reassured him, your warm and calming smile on your face again, making his face turn redder.  “No- I want to if that’s okay with you.” He told you, almost sounding desperate. “Well if it wasn’t, I would’ve said no.” You smiled at him, slowly scooting closer to him and looking him in the eyes to be sure that he actually wanted this.

“How do we-” Shinichiro started mumbling, only for you to shush him. “Just follow along okay?” You whispered, only loud enough for him to hear, being met with a nod. 

Gently you placed your hand on his cheek, slowly but surely leaning in as the both of you closed your eyes. Shinichiro was beyond nervous, you were kissing him, his crush was kissing him.

He awkwardly put his hands on your waist, leaning closer and thinking he was doing well, only for your noses to bump into each other as you pulled back right after. Shinichiro could die of embarrassment right then and there. 

He had one chance, of course he fucked it up.

“Shin.. relax.” You whispered, your breath fanning over his lips, giving him goosebumps as he nodded slowly, carefully pulling you on his lap. “Ready?” You smiled at him, gently rubbing your thumb on his cheek, earning a quiet yes from him as he closed his eyes not much after.

You didn’t waste any time as you pressed your lips against his successfully this time, feeling him relax under your touch. Shinichiro’s feelings at that moment were all over the place.

He couldn’t believe that this was happening, after hiding his feelings from everyone for so long, he couldn’t believe he was having his first kiss, with you at that. It was all he could ask for, all he ever wanted, he surely was going to remember this moment forever wasn’t he?

A few moments later, the two of you pulled back and you rested your forehead against his for a second, catching your breath and flashing him a teasing grin, getting off his lap right after, leaving the boy wandering.

How he wished you had never kissed him that day..

Not much between you and Shinichiro had changed, it was almost like it never happened to you but in reality, everything else had changed. 

Shinichiro’s feelings for you only grew bigger with each passing day, he just kept them to himself because he started seeing changes around him, changes with you especially.

He always ended up looking at you, he couldn’t help himself, you were so beautiful but as time passed on, he noticed your attention being on someone else, he noticed your eyes lighting up with excitement every time he was around or someone mentioned his name.

Shinichiro was happy for you, he was happy to see you like that although that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t hurt him, watching your eyes be filled with excitement as he walks by. It hurt him, it hurt him more than he realized but it was okay.

Days spent by where he wished that he had the balls to confess to you, way before you started developing feelings for Wakasa. He wished that you knew how much he liked you, how much you drove him crazy, in a good way of course.

Yet he regretted letting you kiss him, he was so happy that you were his first kiss, he almost felt honored but it only hurt him more as time passed on. Shinichiro could still feel your lips on his, he wished he could experience it again but he couldn’t, all he could do was watch you kiss his friend instead.

Why would you ever kiss him so passionately like that? Why was he regretting it so much when he daydreamed about it every day? 

It was okay though, he would be okay, as long as his friends were happy, nothing else mattered.

All Shinichiro wanted was to see his friends be happy, even if it meant that he had to watch the one he loved be with his friend.

“Damn it.” Shinichiro mumbled, noticing the wet spots on the paper he was hanging over, wiping them away and taking a deep breath.

“They’re happy Shin, that’s all that matters.” He reminded himself.

It was okay right?

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[captain-kinda-trash]

Hi! I wanted to request some headcannons for rottmnt boys with a reader who gives great hugs and gets a plush hoodie this winter, so hugging them feels like hugging a teddy bear now

Of course!! Thank you so much for the request!!

Teddy Bear (ROTTMNT Headcanons)

This was what I had in mind while writing 🤔🤔⬇

Leo

Let's just be clear about one thing

Leo LOVES your hugs

CANNOT get enough of them

Long night of fighting for justice? Huggies

Gets into an argument with Donnie? More huggies

Hell, even walking past you in the lair, he'll do little grabby hands and act like a whiny baby until he gets his daily hugs 🙄 😩

But then you get a super soft, super fluffy, super warm sweatshirt?

Dead

He's dead

You're basically like a human heater for this cold-blooded blue boy

Since you've gotten it, you can hardly stop wearing it, because it's the most comfortable thing ever-

And Leo has gotten even more excuses to hug you

"Leo, im cooking!"

"bUT YOUR SOO COMFFYYY 🥴"

Will, without a doubt ask you to carry his lazy ass, just because he wants to snuggle into your sweatshirt

And don't even get me STARTED on movie nights with him

Because what begins as a cold-blooded turtle hanging onto your arm like a baby koala

Ends up being Leo curled up in your lap or somehow wrapped around you with this hot sweater

So while he's practically purring with comfort, you are sweating like a dog

Not to mention, this bitch is just heavy

like 200+ pounds of straight muscle, so I hope you don't have to use the restroom any time soon because it's going to take a while to pry this big baby off of you

I'd also like to mention, that you don't need to tell him not to steal your hoodie

because he’s gonna do it anyways 😎💙

You discovered this one day, when you slipped the article off to bake with Mikey

After a nice batch of cookies was made, your jacket was gone and you began parading around the lair to find it 

Only to see Leo, snuggled in his bed and playing on his phone, with your hoodie practically swallowing him whole

If he hadn’t looked so comfortable, you would have been angrier, and just settled for scolding him playfully for stealing it

it was hell trying to pry it off of him,  though...

This turtle knows how to wrestle and he will not hesitate to kick your ass over this fluffy sweatshirt 😤

These two things (hugs and your hoodie) combined just make Leo melt into a puddle, and he couldn’t be happier to have all of your teddy bear hugs :>

Mikey

um, have you met this turtle?

KING of hugs

It’s so great how both of you share the same energy

Though he’s more cold-blooded, like Donnie, he needs all of the hugs

It’s just your thing

With Raph, you have fist bumps, Leo, you’ve got a cool handshake, Donnie is more for high-fives 

And for Mikey, it’s hugs 

He practically tackles you to the ground in tight hugs whenever you get home from school/work and come to the lair, like a happy little puppy

Speaking of puppies…

That’s what he says your hoodie feels like whenever it first arrives in the mail.

Immediately, you throw it on, and Mikey is all over it, petting the soft fabric and squealing in excitement 

Can he please wear it?? 🥺

Little Mikey didn’t even have to ask before you shed the hoodie and let him try it on

And OH

MY

FLUFFY...

The amount of cuteness that this turtle radiates when he’s smiling like an idiot and flapping the oversized arms around is just-

He vows to get his own since it’s so warm and comfortable

But he’s very respectful and gives it back to you

Only to attack you in another hug and lift you off of the ground because you look so adorable

“You’re like a little teddy bear!” *excited squeal!*

Mikey 100% respects your space so if you’re ever snuggling, he’s instantly aware of your getting sweaty or uncomfortable and will let up or loosen his arms

Winter days?

Snuggles all day and night

when Mikey (politely) asks to wear your jacket, he’ll throw it on and give you piggyback rides around the lair, because we love fun

And for Christmas, you get him his own, and he’s IN LOVE 

Sweater buddies 

He gets one in his favorite color and little ears on the hood and once a week, when they need to be thrown in the washer, you’ll keep him warm while he waits.

(Leo gets jealous of all the attention you’re giving Mikey >:o)

Donnie

we all know that Don isn’t the biggest on physical affection

If he wants a hug, usually he’d be the one to initiate, which is totally cool, since usually he’s forced into a hug by his brothers (secretly loves it tho)

He does enjoy your hugs, though he can be a bit awkward and stiff with them at first

If he’s feeling down, needs to be warmed up a bit, he’ll immediately seek your comfort

Even out of his brothers, you’re secretly his favorite 

Sure he loves Dr. Delicate Touch, but sometimes Donnie would rather go to someone who isn’t very pushy with solutions, and is willing to listen

And we can also all agree that he has an immaculate fashion taste ✨💜

When he sees the fluffy sweater draped over your arm, he’s immediately running over, analyzing the fabrics, and rushing to get you to try it on

Why? Fashion show 

Loves the warmth of your hoodie

And I because “it’s so soofff”

Donnie’s blood runs the coldest out of all of his brothers and he has the most sensitive shell, so he just adores your sweater

Is definitely contemplating on getting one for himself, though he wouldn’t tell you at first, because you might think he’s trying to copy your awesome style, and that would just destroy his massive ego 😩💅

He enjoys it when you sit in his lab with him, maybe rested against his side with your hoodie on, as you play on your phone/read/draw

Also up for snuggles when it’s extra chilly in the Lair, or when his brothers aren’t around, because once again, damaged ego

Movie marathons?

Hell yeah

Donnie will always make sure your comfortable before he gets comfortable on the couch, so you won’t shift around while watching the movie

He’s also very vulnerable when he takes his battle shell off, and in more ways than one

You know he’s got real, strong trust when he does so and will let you carefully hug him from behind with your hoodie on, since it’s so soft

Donnie will also snatch your massive jacket if he gets the chance, and disappear into his lab for days with it on

And he’ll never tell a soul this…

But he loves it the most, because it smells like you, 💜

so it’s like having you right beside him while you’re gone, or when he’s busy building something 

Also, tries to use his classic and sarcastic charm when it comes to asking for your hoodie back

“Come on Don, it’s cold outside! I need it!”

“But would you take it from such a luxurious face as this?” 😏

“😒”

“Right, giving it back-“

He totally gets his own hoodie, by the way

Purple (obviously)

But it just isn’t the same as your own, so Donnie might just have yours on and then wrap his own around his waist

Yep

He sure does love his teddy bear 💜

Raph

Okay but Raph is an actual teddy bear-

A big, mom-friend, weapon-wielding teddy bear

He LOVES giving hugs, and most would recognize this, seeing the various pictures and instances where he pulls all three of his brothers in for a great big group hug ❤

He's constantly reminding himself that you are much much more prone to injuries than his brothers, so he holds you like a little baby when he hugs you

(Unless he gets super excited or has a really rough night, so just be aware that you might be restricted of breathing privileges in that case-)

Usually so gentle 🥺

Just picks you up and wraps those huge freaking arms around you like giant pillows

And he LOSES HIS SHIT when you come back with this fluffy ass hoodie

Has this infatuation with petting the fur and running his fingers over it

He has never felt something so soft in his entire life 😩❤

And then when he hugs you with it on-

aUGGGH ❤❤

"Why are you a like big teddy bear?!"

"Buddy, you're just getting a taste of my own world-"

Poor Raph, being the size he is and having such a spiky shell, can't just wear your hoodie like his brothers :(

I mean, sure he could take it so easily

But he doesn't want to disrespect your things, or make you upset, because this man is The Gentleman™

So, rather than asking to wear it, he'll ask to spend more time with you

Not just for the hoodie ofc, but because of your sweet gentleness and warmth

Better quit your job babe, because your new occupation?

Raph's cuddle buddy

He refuses to let you become uncomfortable, makes sure there are the right amount of pillows, blankets, and room for you to move around while you snuggle together etc.

Raph is also a heavy sleeper, so once he gets comfy and warm enough, he'll probably doze off and trap you in his big "arm cage"

Really, his nature is pure and gentle and everything you could ever imagine when it comes to hugging his little teddy bear ❤🐢

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Hope you enjoyed this little ditty! I LOVED writing these!! 💜💜

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A weekend in Quantico | Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: You surprise Stiles and visit him in Quantico

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

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After graduation, Stiles got accepted at the FBI National Academy - as he should. You were very proud of him and both happily cried together when he received his acceptance letter. He was finally going to put his investigating talents and heightened intelligence to good use.

It also meant being apart.

The first week was alright. You missed each other, but made sure to call every night.

The second week, Stiles started his program and fell asleep on the phone. He was tired from his new schedule and you couldn't blame him.

The fourth week, you started your senior year. It was lonely without Stiles. Thankfully, you had friends to sit with at lunch, but they kept talking about how cool it must be to have a boyfriend who was in college. Sadly, dating a college boy was one of those things that's only cool outside of the picture. When you're the one in the long-distance relationship, things are much less cool.

The sixth week, Stiles was calling you two times a week and you started showing up to school wearing one of his flannel button ups. It was soft and smelled like him.

The eleventh week, he told you he wouldn't make it to Thanksgiving because the buses were expensive and he had a lot of work on his hands and studying to do too. You were really bummed out by the change of plan, but understood that college came first. That night, you cried.

The twelfth week, a traitor, who you assumed was Scott, told Stiles how you really were doing - which wasn't too well - and a package showed up at your door coming from Quantico. You opened the box with a curious eyebrow and found one of Stiles' hoodies and a short but cute hand-written letter.

I'll be home for Christmas, the letter promised. Christmas was in six weeks. There was no way you would last six more weeks without seeing your boyfriend.

It was late afternoon when you arrived in Quantico. The crisp wind was filling through your jacket, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. You should have worn something warmer. Perhaps a hat too? But it was too late for that.

Your bag was slung over your shoulder as you crossed the street and followed the indications on your phone that would lead you to the campus.

After getting lost three times, you finally made it to the building where Stiles had his last lesson of the day. You didn't dare go too close to the classrooms, scared someone would ask for your access card and kick you out.

Stiles saw you before you saw him. He was turning a corner, walking down the hallway to take the stairs and stopped in his tracks when he saw you, startled. ''What the hell.'' At first, he thought his vision was playing him tricks, but you looked back at him, confirming that he wasn't hallucinating.

You grinned, finally seeing him after weeks of being apart. ''Missed me?''

Instead of replying, Stiles closed the distance between you and him to pull you in an embrace, snaking his arms behind your shoulders as yours wrapped around him tightly. You felt him exhale in your hold, his face finding home in your neck and shoulder.

There was no better feeling than holding the one you love.

The hug was longer than it should have, being in the middle of a hallway, but neither of you cared that students were passing by.

''What are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy you're here, because I'm fucking ecstatic that you're here.'' Stiles smiled down at you, brushing your cheek with his thumb as if to check if you were really there. ''It's just that I suspected my dad would be visiting this weekend. Not you.''

Noah had called Stiles last night to check on him and casually ask about his weekend plans. Clearly, he had failed at not evoking suspicions from his son.

Stiles re-adjusted his book bag on his shoulder and you looked at him up and down, taking in his dress pants, white button up and tie. It was the mandatory dress code for the FBI Academy and, honestly, it wasn't unpleasant for the eyes. You weren't into men in uniforms, but he looked hot.

You glided your fingers along the hem of his tie. ''You are looking mighty fine, Agent Stilinski.''

''I'm not an agent yet. I'm just an intern,'' Stiles reminded you. ''But, I'll take the compliment.''

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The two of you walked to his dorm, which he shared with someone named Vincent - who was currently at the library.

The bed on the left was made in a very Stiles fashion. The comforter was neatly pulled with his pillow on top, hiding the wrinkled sheets underneath. His desk was a complete mess. There were piles of textbooks and miscandelious papers and pens everywhere. You couldn't even see the wood of the desk.

Stiles dropped his bag on the floor, tired of carrying it all day. ''I'd love to give you a tour of the campus, but I have a lot of reading to do and I need to solve this new mock case for Monday. If you had given me a heads-up that you'd be visiting this weekend, I would've cleared my schedule a bit.'' His face was conflicted.

''If I told you, it wouldn't have been a surprise.''

''I know... But I don't want to confine you to my dorm all weekend because I have work to do.''

You had travelled all the way to Quantico and he felt bad for not making the weekend interesting, knowing how expensive plane tickets were.

''I don't care what we do. I just want to spend time with you.'' You snaked your arms behind Stiles' neck, your fingers brushing the bottom of his hair, and brought him down for a kiss. ''And, we can always kiss during study breaks.''

''Of course we will,'' Stiles said, refusing to break tradition.

Although you weren't in the same grade, you and Stiles would study together a lot. You'd go to his house after school and he would help you with maths - because maths is hard and he aced his exams last year. And, most importantly, you'd take study breaks - aka kissing breaks. They would sometimes last longer than intended, but neither of you complained.

''You know what? Let's go out for a pizza,'' Stiles suddenly decided, changing his mind about staying in. ''There's this Italian place just outside the campus that makes the most delicious pizza. Dad and I ate lunch there when he dropped me off.''

Getting pizza with Stiles was a classic activity. You went almost every Thursday since you started dating. Sometimes, Stiles' dad would even join in - if he didn't have too much work at the station.

''Are you sure?'' you asked.

Stiles nodded. ''Well, we gotta eat and I'm tired of the healthy food they have here. I want pizza.''

You sat on his bed, waiting as he changed out of his school uniform. As hot as he looked in his fancy clothes, you liked the familiarity of Stiles' flannels and hoodies.

He unclasped the tie from his shirt, shocking you. You gasped. ''It was fake?!''

Stiles scratched the back of his neck. ''Eh, yeah... I used to wear a real tie, but I'd feel stressed or anxious, the tight feeling around my neck was making the situation worse. But, don't tell anyone.''

Although there was nothing to be embarrassed about, you could tell by his voice that he was embarrassed. You were actually proud of him for finding a solution instead of being frustrated for the way his brain worked. Stiles had gone a long way with his anxiety. He no longer let it control him or stop him from living.

''Your secret is safe with me, babe,'' you promised.