#i most likely missed some and honestly i can’t bring it in me to care

[soobnny]

dating him | lee know

❝ come over, the cats miss you ❞

chan | LEE KNOW | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin

if he wasn’t a menace before (impossible btw), he sure as hell is now

this man is relentless

teasing as his love language

just loves riling you up bc he thinks ur reactions are so cute

and he smirks a lot too

if he wasn’t so damn attractive, u would’ve wiped that smirk off his face !!!!!

“wait min, i got a text”

“nice to know you have friends”

u hate him 😭😭😭😭😭

he’s such a little shit that he’s even rilling u up during ur dates

like

laser tag games where he kisses you to distract you before taking you out

HE’S SO MEAN

he’d push you against the wall with a sly smirk and you think you won’t fall for it again, but you do

every single time

u should’ve known better

this is lee “resident cheater in all possible games” minho

anyways

he is also an ass lover ❤️❤️❤️

i’m sorry but u cannot go into a relationship with him without expecting him to always have his hand on ur ass in some way

so in short

the trope is giving u thought he was out of ur league but he’s actually a weirdo

so now u’re dating the Weird Kid

(u wouldn’t want it any other way)

his other love language is acts of service

i said in my chan one that minho also gives Chief Hong from hometown cha3

like tell me i’m wrong

man wife #2

he is ur personal handyman

he’s just good at everything

will most probably only do it for u tho

seungmin: hyung can u fix my sink

minho: no

seungmin catching strays 😂😂

you: babe—

minho: what do you need me to do now

he says it in fake annoyance too

but he’s got his tools in his hand already ready to do whatever u want

obsessed i tell u

he drives u around too

if you have an event, a party, a project, anywhere you need to be

he’ll drive u there

he always makes time

AND he picks you up too like shut up

it could be a party that finishes at 2am and he’s just waiting for your call to pick you up

sometimes, you tell him he can just sleep early bc your friend will give you a ride home

when you get home, look … he’s still awake

he’s been waiting for you to come home this whole time to make sure you’re safe

BUT he doesn’t say anything

the moment he sees you’re alive and breathing (and doesn’t need taking care of), he’s on his way to the bedroom to sleep

when u look around, he’s done the chores already

he just does things to lessen the load that u might have u know

if u’re so stressed with anything, he’d silently clean up ur room or bring u food

so u don’t have to think about that anymore

also the best chef in town btw

he likes cooking together

and by cooking together i mean like he does all the work and u just stay there and keep him company

he can’t risk ur clumsy ass injuring urself

comforts u thru his cooking too

would baby u and feed u when u’re sad

his favorite dates with u are quiet, homemade dinners

just likes being with u and u only

away from everyone else

as niki would say, i don’t like anyone except sometimes you

it’s in moments like those that he just unwinds and shows u his softer sides

he’s honestly just so gentle and soft

he looks at u with stars in his eyes

ugh such an attentive listener too

sometimes u think he isn’t listening, but he’s got it all memorized

“yeah u mentioned it on our date 3 months ago”

like damn

anyways, moving on

his pet names for u give olden times

honey, darling, jagi

but also loser, idiot, stupid girl (endearingly)

so u two are giving me old married couple

u’d both wake up early and have coffee or tea together and just talk abt anything

also this is far into the future but like

sneak peek at minho as ur husband

i think u two would be the type to have a garden

like gardening would be ur little hobby

he grows fruits and vegetables

u beg to grow flowers

OK BACK TO BOYFRIEND MINHO

randomly sending selfies thru the day

THOSE selfies

u know what i’m talking abt

forces u to send selfies back

(ur photos are all saved and hidden in his phone but he will never tell u that)

oh u’ve also become his cats’ mom btw

one of ur favorite errands to do is going grocery shopping for his cats

u’d always end up buying them a gift

“u’re the reason my cats are spoiled”

SUUUUUUURE minho suuuuuuure

cat fashion shows

like dress to IMPRESS

(btw idk why but i feel like u could force him to play roblox with u)

he also uses his cats to lure u to visit him btw

“soonie misses u, u’re being a bad mother”

it’s just him who misses u let’s be real

and if ur favorite thing to do with him is cat shopping, his is walking by the han river with you

he loves walking

esp when it’s with you

just a peaceful walk tbh like yall don’t even have to say anything

tho sometimes when he’s feeling playful, he’d suddenly play tag with you

ends with both of u just sitting by the river and looking at the lights and the stars and holding hands or maybe ur head on his shoulder

damn wish that were me fr

when u go home, u watch some variant of a trashy reality tv show together

u’ve basically seen it all

but if anyone were to ask u what happened in those shows, yall wouldn’t know

u two were too busy just making out instead of paying attention

or falling asleep

old married couple i’m telling u

expect to also be dragged into his camping

when he has particularly long days off, he’d propose going camping together

ah, the beauty of warm bonfires and quiet conversations

he’d take good care of you the whole time

like yessss do your job as a man and fix up this entire camping site

and he does

tho, aside from camping, he’d also suggest hiking to take in the view of the mountains and the pretty sky

u’d wake up early on both occasions just to watch the sun rise

in contrast to these very productive activities, sometimes minho also just loves lazy sundays where you just cuddle for the entirety of the day

what more could he want

u and his cats with him

that’s honestly just the dream

good luck cat mom

have fun acting like an old married couple with lee know

he is the dream man

nonchalant to anyone else except u

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[fgumi]

ꕥ best friends; — jake drabble, wc: 1.1k, genre: fluff, humor, romance

it all started with the casual mentions.

at first, it was during lives—small, offhand comments jake would throw out while chatting with fans.

“yeah, i hung out with them yesterday,” he’d say with a soft smile, “we went to the park and grabbed coffee. it was a lot of fun.”

fans would ask, “who’s them? are they another idol?” but jake would just chuckle and say, “nah, just a friend. but they’re really cool. you’d like them.”

it became a regular occurrence. no live was complete without jake mentioning this mysterious friend. the fans were curious, sure, but the way he talked about you—his face lighting up every time your name came up—made it impossible to dislike you. even though no one had seen you, it was clear you made him happy.

then came the interviews.

during one, the host asked, “jake, what do you do in your free time? any hobbies?”

jake smiled that signature smile, and you could see the spark in his eyes before he even answered. “i usually hang out with my best friend. we’ve known each other for a while, and we always find something fun to do. honestly, they’re the funniest person i know.”

the rest of the group exchanged knowing glances, with sunghoon trying—and failing—to hide his laugh behind his hand. fans had already started to pick up on jake’s constant mentions of you, and the curiosity only grew.

in another interview, when asked about the most important people in his life, jake answered without missing a beat: “my family, my members, and my best friend. they’ve been with me through everything.”

at concerts, too, it became a thing.

mid-ment, while catching his breath between songs, jake would always find a way to bring you up. it was almost like second nature to him.

“so, my friend—y’all know who i’m talking about by now,” he’d say with a laugh. the crowd would cheer, and jake’s grin would widen. “they said i should stop making funny faces on stage because it ‘ruins my cool image.’ what do you think, engenes? should i stop?”

the crowd would erupt in a chorus of “no!” and jake would laugh, shaking his head. “see? i told them no one cares.”

the fans had mixed reactions at first. some were disgruntled, wondering why jake was always talking about this one friend. but over time, it became obvious that talking about you made him light up in a way nothing else did. the more he mentioned you, the more fans fell in love with you too, despite never having seen your face. you made jake happy, and that was enough.

and then came the everland vlog.

when jake told you he had finally gotten permission from management to bring you along for a vlog at everland, you were excited. after all, you’d been best friends for years, and the idea of spending the day at a theme park together sounded perfect.

“alright, let’s go to everland!” jake said into the camera, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he stood next to you at the park’s entrance. he held your hand as you both stood outside the gates, and you didn’t think much of it—it was just jake being his usual affectionate self.

“this is gonna be the best day ever, right?” he asked, turning to you with that bright grin that could light up a room.

you laughed, nodding. “yeah, can’t wait to eat all the food.”

as the day went on, you were having the time of your life. you went on roller coasters, ate cotton candy, and laughed when jake screamed on the drop tower. but what you didn’t notice—what literally everyone else did—was how jake couldn’t stop staring at you. every time you laughed, his eyes softened. every time you smiled, he smiled too. and the camera caught it all.

“you’re not even scared of these rides?” jake asked after you both got off the roller coaster, his voice incredulous.

“nah,” you said, shrugging. “i love them.”

jake shook his head, smiling. “you’re crazy. but i guess that’s why i like you.”

you thought he was just being playful, so you nudged him with your shoulder. “and you’re just a big scaredy-cat.”

“hey! i wasn’t that bad,” jake defended, but the smile never left his face.

when the vlog was uploaded, it didn’t take long for the comments to flood in.

“jake is so obvious… he’s totally in love with them.”

“free jake from the best friend zone! it’s painful to watch!”

“they’re so cute together, omg. i can’t even be mad.”

you were scrolling through the comments that night, confused by the sheer number of people pointing out things you hadn’t even noticed. jake? in love with you? that didn’t make sense… did it?

you couldn’t shake the thought, so you texted him, asking if he could come over.

when he arrived, his usual bright energy filled the room. “what’s up?” he asked, flopping down on the couch next to you.

you hesitated for a moment, still processing everything you’d seen online. finally, you took a deep breath and asked, “jake… do you like me?”

jake blinked, caught off guard, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. then, with a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, looking at you with fond exasperation. “yeah,” he admitted, “i’ve been dropping hints for ages, but you’re kinda oblivious, you know that?”

your eyes widened in surprise. “wait—so the everland vlog… was that supposed to be a date?”

a small smile tugged at jake’s lips. “well, yeah,” he said softly. “i thought it was pretty obvious.”

you sat in silence for a moment, processing everything. jake waited, watching you carefully, wondering what you would say next.

and then, out of nowhere, you blurted, “yes.”

jake blinked, confused. “wait… yes to what?”

“yes to being your partner,” you said, a shy smile spreading across your face.

his expression went from confused to overjoyed in an instant. his face split into the widest grin you’d ever seen, and before you could even react, he tackled you, pulling you into a tight hug and peppering kisses all over your face.

“oh my god, finally!” jake exclaimed, laughing between kisses. “i thought i’d be stuck in the best friend zone forever.”

you giggled, wrapping your arms around him. “i’m sorry i didn’t notice sooner.”

“it’s okay,” he said, resting his forehead against yours, his voice soft and full of affection. “you notice now, and that’s all that matters.”

as you both sat there, wrapped up in each other, you couldn’t help but laugh at how clueless you’d been. but one thing was certain now: jake had been more than just a best friend for a while—and you were more than ready to take that next step together.

disclaimer: this, in no way, reflects the idol. this is purely fiction. ✧ comments are appreciated! ✧ !nanamlist

[diazsdimples]

I am just as devastated as the next person about Bobby and Athena’s house being burned down but think about the possibilities! Walk with me here. Bobby spending 90% of his time on Real Estate websites when he’s not plotting how to get the 118 back from Gerrard. Athena noticing that his searches get gradually further away from metropolitan LA until one day, Bobby very happily shoves the laptop in front of her face and there’s a listing for a very cute looking ranch-style property. “And it’s only an hours drive on the freeway, Athena!” Athena’s initially resistant because since when has Bobby ever expressed interest in living on a ranch and also she is a city girl through and through, but Bobby finally convinces her to come view the property with him and fuck, it’s actually kinda perfect. It’s in their price range, with a lovely big house that’s got 4 bedrooms (one for them, one for Harry, one for May, and a guest room/ office), the kitchen is massive and rustic and Bobby’s like a kid in a candy shop the whole time, just bouncing around this place like an energised toddler (“it has a walk in pantry, Athena!”) and Athena starts unconsciously planning the furniture layout and some renovations. And then, and then, Bobby takes her outside and the back yard is absolutely gorgeous; there’s a patio that’s got a barbecue, a stone pizza oven, a fire pit (one outside this time), there’s so much room and space and Athena can feel herself gradually falling in love. And it’s got TWO WHOLE PADDOCKS! The opportunities are endless! They go home and she tries to act indifferent but Bobby finds her looking at the listing again and going through their finances, scoping out the local area, checking her commute time into work. They talk about it a couple more times, during which Bobby mentions the fact that he’s always wanted to own horses and he misses having chickens like he did when he was little in Minnesota, and honestly it’s her husband’s insistence and pure joy that ends up convincing her. She’s got one condition though: she gets a bunny rabbit. It’s a non-negotiable. If Bobby wants the house, Athena gets a rabbit. Bobby agrees, so they end up putting in a tentative offer, slightly under what they think it could go for, but miracle upon miracles, it gets accepted!! They finally tell the 118 (who respond with a variety of reactions, most of which being “you bought a what??”) and a few weekends later, they’re moving in their few worldly possessions, as well as setting up all the furniture Bobby impulsively ordered one night when Buck was over and pulled up a few furniture stores. Athena starts building a rabbit hutch, which turns into something more like a rabbit castle cause she’ll only have the best for her baby, and she gets her rabbit, who she names Hercules. He spends a fair chunk of time inside, on her lap as she rubs his ears. Bobby ends up buying a whole flock of hens, and a rooster that he names Maurice (and he’s never seen Tommy back up quite as quickly as he did when Buck showed him the chickens with a shit eating grin on his face). Eddie and Buck help to build a massive vegetable garden which Bobby fills with herbs and vegetables and flowers. He wants a dog, but Athena won’t allow it cause 1. She’s allergic and 2. Hercules doesn’t like dogs apparently. So he gets two horses instead, a mare and a gentle old gelding and spends his days off riding the horses (he does hire someone to care for the horses when he can’t) and tending to his garden and cooking and he’s never felt quite so happy in his life. A lot of plaid begins to work it’s way into his wardrobe and when he gets the horses, Eddie brings him back a pair of cowboy boots and a Stetson from Texas, which he initially doesn’t wear but then Athena says he looks hot in them so he brings them out when he’s riding the horses. And no one minds the long drive to their new place cause it’s so perfect, they have the best cookout there and it’s clear that Athena and Bobby are the happiest they’ve been in years.

[lovely-keii]

being their sibling

characters: kageyama tobio, miya twins, iwaizumi hajime, hitoka yachi, ushijima wakatoshi

a/n: comeback?! 🫣

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

he thinks everything you do is normal, it skews his perspective of the real world. you’re a great painter? suddenly he’s asking his seatmate why her drawings look like that. you sing well? he tells some kid with an average voice that he can’t sing. you’re rich? suddenly he’s calling someone’s car cheap.

obedient, whether or not you’re younger than him. “get me a glass of water, tobio” “ok.” // “my feet hurt, tobio.” “put them on my lap, ill massage your feet.” honestly, really reasonable and kind

he’s so loud when he gets annoyed though. stubs his toe on the coffee table and the next day, you receive a noise complaint. swears a lot too. god forbid he loses one of his volleyball equipment. he’s going to absolutely flip the house upside down.

kageyama is so transparent with you, literally almost no boundaries. he’ll literally go into your room and is confused why you tell him to get out. “why? is there something you need to hide?” somehow knows your password always “why can’t i use your phone? you can use mine.” bro has nothing to hide, hes too comfortable around you

just dont mess with his volleyball things and you’re all good.

MIYA TWINS

you three are so loud all the goddamn time, your neighbors hate you guys. the two might baby you or look up to you, but you’re never exempted from their mischief. but at least you have your very own bodyguard and sidekicks.

you own literally nothing. things will go missing from your room, and appear in atsumu’s desk. one time, you see your hand cream in atsumu’s hand, and he’s using it to massage his foot after volleyball practice. “what are you doing?!” “i ran out of foot cream. plus, what’s the difference between feet and hand skin anyways? oh hey, it smells nice.”

you can’t store your food just anywhere too, you have to hide it in the most creative spots just to make sure osamu doesn’t get his hands on it. always makes excuses too. “this is OUR house so this is also OUR food” “sharing is caring, and i’m your brother.”

when osamu and atsumu fight, you either get dragged in or you have to start haggling to get between them. you three will fight about literally anything. mainly because you three love to intentionally annoy each other “get out of my room!” “my feet are outside so it doesn’t count.” BAM BOOSH POW!! knuckle sandwich for everyone!

and you three love to pretend to be characters in the show. powerpuff girls? osamu is bubbles, you and atsumu fight over who’s blossom. alvin and the chipmunks? osamu is theodore, atsumu is alvin, and you’re simon. god forbid spongebob comes on, because atsumu insists he’s pearl.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he’s a great brother, in all senses of the word. you leave something at home and he’ll bring it for you. you get into an accident and he’s the first to show up. you lose something and he’ll find it for you.

you see oikawa so often he might as well be your brother too. when you’re talking to people, the two are so irritating lol. oikawa’s teasing you and giggling about it, and iwaizumi is giving you “the talk” which he’s given you dozens of times.

he likes to scold you, but he’s only really looking out for you. he doesn’t like to encourage you when you cause trouble, but a single text from you, and he’s already grumbling and on his way to open the window for you to sneak in.

if you like any of his teammates and he finds out, you’ll get an earful. “there are so many guys in the world and you like him?! you can do better but you’re settling on so little!” and if it’s oikawa, he’s literally gagging and telling oikawa he isn’t allowed to come over anymore.

but also, he’s paying for your deliveries, opening the car door for you, and making you walk in the inner side of the sidewalk, so you win anyways.

HITOKA YACHI

she makes you talk to your mom and ask permission for her, because she’s too scared to do it herself. feels bad and gives you some cash or snacks to make it up to you if you get scolded in her place.

brings you to volleyball practice with her, and if you’re classmates or in karasuno too, she makes you sign up as manager with her too. you two are almost inseparable, mainly because yachi doesn’t want to do things with strangers, and wants to be with someone she knows.

loves to go out and hang with you. she’s not really a shopping kind of girl, but you two will literally get lost when you get to stationery. you two will frequent cute cafes too. you go under the guise of studying but get distracted by everything.

in the nights, she’ll do your hair and skin routine, and you’ll do hers. you two have a shared playlist and everything, and the both of you will just talk about everything under the sun.

surprisingly has a large appetite around you. she’ll ogle your sweets. “um…are you going to eat that? just asking…”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

sibling or not, he’s really quiet. doesn’t like small talk or messing around since he doesn’t see the point in it. also can be super blunt with you so he hurts your feelings sometimes, but he’s always quick to apologize once he realizes you were upset by it. “you might have gotten a higher score if you didn’t waste time on your phone last night.” “toshi…” “sorry, i mean it as advice.”

has really good insight into things, so you often go to him for advice. he’s straightforward and likes to cut to the chase, so he’s rarely in between decisions. on the other hand, he can occasionally misunderstand your intentions and feelings and doesn’t understand why some things bother you.

he’ll call you to the backyard to toss to him every so often. you’ve spent a majority of your childhood passing ushijima volleyballs for him to hit and receive, and waiting for him to finish watching a game so you can watch your cartoons.

he always has tickets for you to watch his games. if he hears your cheers, he’ll give you a determined smile. he’ll find you after a game and ask you how it was and if you had fun. has you ride in the team bus to and from games and no one really pays too much mind. (except for tendou who’ll pester you)

on his way back home after a long practice, he’ll stop by your favorite restaurant and get some take out for you.

[froggibus]

Would They Wear A Friendship Bracelet? - Scaramouche, Xiao, Kazuha, Childe, Diluc & Itto

Includes: Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xiao, Kazuha, Childe, Diluc and Itto

Genre: fluff, could be considered crack

Summary: how they would react to receiving a friendship bracelet + would they wear it

CW: Scara is a brat, Xiao is a trog, general fluff and cuteness all around, some characters may be a lil OOC, (spoiler) of course they’re gonna wear it forever

i thought this was a cute idea and given ive been on a bit of a bracelet making kick, this happened lol. my first time writing any of these characters so im sorry if the lore is messy or they're ooc <3

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Scaramouche/Wanderer:

looks at the bundle of navy, gold and red string in disgust

“you expect me to wear this? tsk, another one of your menial childish crafts.”

lowkey hurts your feelings

like you know he’s the most tsundere mf on the entire planet but sometimes he just goes too far 

you avoid him for the rest of the day after that

of course the minute you leave he’s tying it to his wrist 

he will never take it off either. it’s now his most prized possession 

next time you see him, you’re still a little upset about how he reacted

until he’s talking about something completely unrelated and you notice him fidgeting with something on his wrist

he’s running his fingers across it, an action that brings him comfort (and reminds him that no matter what he’s done, you still care about him)

never mention it to him tho or else he’ll pretend like he’s doing it just to appease you

Xiao:

his cheeks are instantly red

“you—you’re gifting this to me? to do what?”

looks at you in utter fascination while you explain what it is 

he adores the idea of carrying a physical object to commemorate your relationship 

his hand is probably shaking when you gently grab him to tie the bracelet around his wrist 

and of course his face erupts into an inferno

he’s never been handled with so much care before, and the sight of you tying a symbol of your affection into him is enough to make his heart race

you pull away with a smile, “there you go. you can always take it off if it bugs you or you don’t like it.”

he shakes his head

he’s never taking it off

he’ll probably find some sort of adepti magic to bind it to him so he’ll never lose or break it 

on long night when he misses you, he finds himself playing with the strings and thinking of you

Kazuha:

his eyes are practically sparkling when you present it to him 

“it’s wonderful, my love. like falling leaves in the autumn sunlight”

a little hesitant to put it on at first 

he’s just worried he’ll lose it during all of the adventuring he does

you’re a little sad when you see he’s not wearing it tho

and of course he loves you so much and all he wants is for you to be happy 

he offers you a gentle smile and asks if you’ll help him put it on since he totally can’t do it himself 

obviously you happily oblige and tie it to his wrist with the biggest smile

he spends a solid five minutes admiring it

kinda weird but also feel like he would kiss it?? 

whenever he’s away on long journeys, he always has you close 

and whenever he misses you, he stares at that symbol of your love and remembers that you’re out there waiting for him

Childe:

definitely not the first one he’s received 

teucer has almost definitely made him some before 

of course, yours is a little different 

“I love it, babe”

wears it EVERYWHERE

like this Fatui harbinger is always wearing this adorable little string bracelet 

you’d think it would take away from his reputation but people are equally as afraid of him 

he can’t just let you give him such a thoughtful gift without giving anything in return 

 so he sets out to make you your own bracelet 

honestly it’s really rough

his hands aren’t made for arts and crafts 

but even if it is slightly misshapen and filled with holes, you accept it happily 

the thought that he sat down and spent time trying to make it for you is enough to make you tear up

he ties it to your wrist and plants a kiss over the bracelet 

“there, now we match”

Diluc:

honestly you’re a little worried giving it to him

it feels stupid and dorky and he’s always dressed to the nines 

but as soon as he sees it, his face lights up

“you made this for me?”

you shift from side to side and awkwardly look at the floor. “yes…”

“thank you, darling. care to help me put it on?”

all of your worries melt away though

this man loves you to the point he would practically do anything to you

and seeing how cute and nervous you were giving him something you handmade just for him?

it’s enough to make him melt 

he examines the bracelet in the light, nodding at your handiwork 

he’ll always have it on him one way or another

whether it’s on his wrist, or in his hair, or attached to his keys or hidden somewhere when he’s the Darknight Hero

but it’s with him no matter what, just like you <3

Itto:

he cries 

like actually cries when you give it to him

he’s seen other people exchanging them, especially as a kid, and always wanted one

but of course as an oni, resigned himself to a friendship bracelet-less life

“f-for me?”

he has that cute pouty look on his face and full on sobs when you nod at him with that big smile on your face 

stops crying long enough to attempt to put it on

struggles tho cause his big ass hands aren’t meant for delicate things like that

so he sheepishly asks for your help

he is never going to take the bracelet off

like ever

probably cuddles with his wrist at night just to have it close 

(also probably loses it a million times without even realizing it—but don’t worry, Shinobu is there every time to pick it back up and sneak it into his pocket)

[j0hnj4ej3n]

drinking with nct dream

word count: 1.6k

warnings: mentions alcohol consumption, puking, slightly suggestive!! let me know if i’m missing anything~

notes: this was just something i’ve been wanting to write for fun because i was drinking with friends at a bar recently and it was honestly one of the best nights i’ve had in a while so i just wanted to be delusional with those memories and with it for 7dream hehe <3 hope y’all enjoyed reading and do send in requests if you have any and i’ll consider writing them~

𔘓Mark:

The both of you appreciate a drink or two every once in a while. Just to wind down and have meaningful conversations over some drinks. With alcohol in each of your systems, the mood switches from giggling over random things and silly memories, to having deep and vulnerable conversations. And then back to laughing your asses off over nothing at all. Mark gets a lot more affectionate when he gets tipsy and most times you end up on his lap by the end of the night. “Dude, you’re actually reallyyy pretty y’know?” “Shut up.” You would reply, getting shy and Mark’s throwing his head back, laughing at your flustered reaction. You love moments like this because Mark always holds you close and you’ve both completely let your guards down, it’s sweet and intimate and you’re both just happily dwelling in each other’s presence. “I’m sleepy…” Mark mumbles after the two of you empty a few more bottles. “Mmm, we should probably go to bed,” “No, no, here…” Mark mumbles into the back of your neck, pulling you down to lie with him on the couch. You chuckle to yourself because you find sleepy, tipsy Mark so adorable. He leans up slightly, to kiss you softly on the cheek, mumbling a soft ‘i love you’ as he pulls you closer by the waist and falling asleep.

𔘓Renjun:

There’s a lot of things you find impressive about your boyfriend, and one of them is his high ass alcohol tolerance. You wouldn’t say you’re a lightweight, but your tolerance is nothing compared to Renjun’s. So you feel the safest when you’re out drinking with your friends and Renjun tags along. “Okay, i think you’ve had enough tonight my love,” Renjun tells you, pulling the shot glass gently out of your grasp, ignoring your whining. “But i don’t want to waste them~” “Don’t worry about it, i’ll finish… okay? i’ll drink them… you just chill for a bit,” Renjun tells you, brushing your hair away from your face and letting you lean your tired frame against him. If you ever had to puke, Renjun doesn’t shy away from holding your hair back and readily cleans you up after too. He brings you water and lets you fall asleep beside him as the rest of your friends party on into the night. Sometimes he nags at you for drinking more than you can handle but Renjun can’t even deny that you look so cute with your cheeks red and your eyelids heavy from the sleepiness that alcohol brings. Plus, Renjun likes being able to take care of you. And even in your drunken and unconscious state, you make his heart flutter when you reach out to interlock your hand tightly with his, with your head on his shoulder. 

𔘓Jeno:

“Woah… you’re gorgeous…” you tell Jeno with both hands on your cheek, looking at him with your doe eyes that are glazed over now because of the amount of drinks you had tonight. Jeno chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck. He doesn’t like drinking, so he’s really just over at your place to make sure you’ll be fine till tomorrow morning. You aren’t a huge fan of alcohol yourself but you’ve been stressed recently so you invited Jeno over to hang out with you while you drank. “You really think so?” Jeno asks with a sheepish smile on his face, if you were drunk off alcohol, he was getting drunk off you and all your shenanigans tonight. You nodded, feeling shy and kind of embarrassed, not knowing you voiced out your inner thoughts. Jeno reaches out to hold your hand, caressing your knuckles, “You’re lucky then… since we’re already together.” You gasp, “You’re my boyfriend?” Jeno nodded as he smiled at the shock on your face. “Oh my… I won,” you muttered out which had Jeno scrunching his face in laughter. He thinks you’re crazy adorable right now, “Truthfully, I think I’m the one who won,” Jeno said as he placed a quick kiss against the back of your hand. “Oh man… I should have recorded all that to show you tomorrow.” 

𔘓Haechan:

There’s music playing in the back, a ‘wine night’ playlist you and Haechan curated together for nights just like this. You both share a liking for wine and would drink together when you had time. It’s one of both your favourite ways to spend time together amidst busy schedules. You both found solace in letting the wine relax your mind and bodies. The two of you would have deep talks about your own lives, the future you both dream of together. Sometimes you’ll sit with your legs over Haechan’s lap as he kneads his fingers into your calves. Or Haechan will lay his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his hair. It’s romantic, with the dimmed lights, the scented candles and the soft music playing in the back. Tonight, you’re both on your feet, swaying to the music in each other’s arms, empty wine glasses on the coffee table. Haechan holds your back securely with one arm and your thigh with the other as he dips you, causing you to laugh at this sudden move. He presses light kisses against your exposed neck before he pulls you back upright. “After all this time, I’m still crazy about you…” he whispers against your lips and you kiss him eagerly to show him that you feel the same way too. 

𔘓Jaemin:

Jaemin doesn’t like alcohol, almost despises it. But who is he to stop you from having fun? If you’re happy, then he’s happy, genuinely. Even though he’s completely sober, he lets you drag him to the dance floor, a giddy smile plastered on his face. You’re kind of tipsy as you sway to the music, singing passionately along to the music from the live band. Jaemin’s so amused by you and the joy you’re radiating is so infectious that he’s singing along too. His hands never leave your body though, either holding into your hands as he twirls you around or on your waist to hold you steady. When the two of you get home, you’re more out of it than when you started dancing. And you’re literally all over him, Jaemin knows it’s not like you can help it since you become a lot more touchy when you’re tipsy. You’re planting kisses along his jaw and down his neck and you can feel the vibration on your lips when he lets out a low chuckle. “Honey… we shouldn’t,” Jaemin tells you as he gently pries you off him. You groan at the distance he places between you two, slightly disappointed that he’s rejecting your advances. “You’re drunk…” Jaemin states as he cups your face in his hands, “I’ll help you get ready for bed, okay?” You sigh but end up nodding, feeling tiredness wash over you. You’re dozing off as Jaemin helps you remove your make-up and change into more comfortable clothes. You don’t quite remember how you fell asleep but Jaemin’s already preparing you breakfast when you wake up the next morning. 

𔘓Chenle:

“No!” You exclaim as you lost yet again, meaning you have to take another shot. You’re already feeling so warm on the inside and you’re sure your face is red by now. “You have to drink! Come on~” Your friend urges from the seat in front of you. You sigh as you reach out for the shot glass, but before you even bring it to your lips, Chenle pulls it out from your hand and downs it from beside you. “She can’t take anymore, I’ll drink for her,” Chenle says as he places the shot glass down, inciting a series of ‘oooo’s from your group of friends. Chenle has always been like this, which is why you find him so reliable. As annoying as he is, he’s quick to catch on when you’re uncomfortable or when you’re reaching your limit and never hesitates to step in for you. His tolerance is literally so high, you’d be out cold and Chenle isn’t even a bit tipsy. At times like this, you think Chenle’s kinda cool, romantic even. When you doze off, Chenle stays right by you, covering your exposed legs with his sweater as you sleep. He isn’t all that nice though, because you always wake up with unglamorous pictures of you in the groupchat, sent by the same boy who took shots on your behalf all night. 

𔘓Jisung:

“E’rything's spinning…” Jisung mumbles into your hair. You knew this was a bad idea, Jisung isn’t great at drinking and the boys insisted on playing some stupid drinking game that got your boyfriend drinking beyond what he could take. “Do you need to puke?” You asked him as you pat his thigh, trying to get his attention and you can feel him shaking his head. “You smell great…” Jisung says under his breath as he snuggles closer to you. “Baby, you bought me this perfume,” you tell him as you try to hold back your laughter. Jisung keeps mumbling silly things as he leans against your shoulder. “You’re so pretty,” “It’s crazy… I feel like I’m in a sauna…” “Can we go get ice-cream?” You sigh as you inform him that it’s 3am and there are unfortunately ice-cream places open nearby. “What?? It’s 3??” Jisung huffs and goes silent. You think he dozed off so you stay still, just scrolling through your phone aimlessly, waiting for him to sober up a bit before bringing him into the room to sleep. That’s when you feel the gentlest kiss on your neck and you wonder if you’re imagining it. And there it was again, Jisung’s soft lips against the base of your neck and it lingers longer than the previous one. “Jisung?” “Mhm?” “What are you doing?” “Kissing you.” “Why?” “You’re just so pretty…”

[moshpitgamma]

resending my clay nsfw hcs request jic it got wiped by tumblr 😵 honestly i gotta say i've never really been into x reader stuff but you're the exception!! something about your writing is just so much fun i'm a big fan

OMG THX BABES😫😘🤍🤎 and I would love to do you some clay Headcannons😌‼️LETS GET STARTEDD

Clay x GN! Reader||NSFW Headcannons

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📚Clay is about 8.5 inches when hard and 8 inches when he is soft. He is also a grower more than a shower.

📚He will try so hard to be serious, but will fail and just end up being a dirty talking tease

📚Y’all can’t tell me this man doesn’t like to be sneaky and do freaky shit while people are in the area. If you and him are sitting at a table, then he is rubbing you through your clothes and will discreetly say “If you make us get caught, I’m gonna punish you”

📚His kinks are spanking, voyeurism, bondage, and edging

📚In my Headcannons I like to think that trolls have fangs and tails, so he will definitely wrap his tail around either your body or your tail, while trying to keep you closer

📚He is a loud groaner in bed but if y’all do it in his office, then he’s trying his extra hardest not to growl like a fucking lion

📚He is a mean top but goes soft if you have a bad day or you’re just done with his bullshit

📚He gets turned on easy. Clay is getting turnt on by your clothes, laugh, smile, and hell he might even get turnt on by the way you hug him. I also think he is touch starved asf because he secretly misses the physical contact he got during his band days

📚He loves to leave hickeys and love bites from his fangs on your body. He will also get a little shy and embarrassed when you show them off but in the inside he’s just proud and happy

📚he doesn’t care where you guys do it at but if it’s in a crowded or populated area than he’s cautious

📚he seems the type to own at least 3 vibrators just to tease you with them

📚his favorite positions are any position that shows your pleasured face

📚Will say something like “Lemme pump all my cum in you baby” or “Want you to have all my eggs” and he will say it in the most perfect times too

📚Has had a fantasy of you and viva tieing him up and forcing him to watch you and her fuck and pleasure eachother

📚His aftercare is him massaging all your sore spots, running you a nice bubble bath, and bringing you nothing but water and your favorite snacks

Sorry again y’all for the hold up but y’all really filled my inbox right tf back up😭 I’m not gone close it again!!!! But damn🤣

[courtingchaos]

But Incubus!Eddie has trouble sometimes doesn’t he? Insatiable as he is, there comes a time when the fantasies meet up just so. Just right. Juuuust what he’s been in the mood for. Just rough enough to indulge him, his demonic strength — likes to throw, likes to feel you fight him, likes the feel you claw at his arms and back when he hits it in the way he knows makes you almost cry and choke on your breaths.

Too cocky brats trying to out do each other, but he always bests you. Giggling, smirking, cooing while he lets you on top, let’s you choke him, let’s you slap him.

“Go ahead, keep up with me,” he’ll grin up at you, hands tucked behind his head with his elbows out lazily, “Go ‘head n’ try. I’ll watch.”

Can you keep up? You want to keep up. It’s hard being a mere mortal.

- definitely not Carol.

Okay not @carolmunson .

(This got away from me.)

(It’s all over the place actually.)

(I didn’t read this over. Pardon my mistakes.)

(It’s also been one thousand years.)

He heard you before he even saw you because you’ve clearly seen him. Like the thoughts are being beamed directly into his brain he can hear your words tripping over each other. Short of just screaming ‘hot!’ at him, it’s a blur of images he can barely keep up with. The guy your with, he assumes, is tall and looming and completely uninterested in you. The music blares loud from the speakers so you don’t hear him come up behind you even though you’ve had your eyes glued to his head since you spotted him.

“You come here often?” He whispers right in your ear and he can see the immediate effect he has on you. Something like pure euphoria rolls over your face and your eyes dip half closed to find him in the dark.

“Not really, no. Not my kind of music.”

“Wanna go somewhere a little quieter then?”

Lurch next to you is still oblivious and only gets huffy when you tell him your running to the bathroom. The next set it starting soon and you’re gonna miss it and honestly it seems like you don’t even want to be here, he can’t believe he spent money on your ticket. He’s halfway to asking you to pay him back when you turn and leave and Eddie has to turn away too to hide his laughter.

It’s too easy some nights.

Really it’s been too easy most nights. That fire under his skin is a low ember, still hot but fading and with it his own self too. He’s figured it out at this point what he is and what it entails, so he’s looking for a good hit tonight and it would seem to be you. There’s an edge there that he can’t suss out yet, something swimming under the image of him cornering you in that hallway to the bathrooms.

There’s another flash of him with his hand on your neck, walking down some street lined with walk ups. It’s dark, both the feeling and images, especially when he sees himself kissing you in the doorway.

“I’d really like to get out of here Eddie.” You’re at his elbow before he knows it. His name rolls off your tongue like syrup and he didn’t even have to tell it to you.

“Yeah?” He shifts to box you in against the wall plastered in posters. “What about your date?” Your hands run up the inside of his jacket, nails first into his ribs while your eyes dance up and down his chest.

“I don’t really care.”

There’s the bite he was looking for all night. He doesn’t hesitate to drag you out of that venue and into the night. Your all hands and reaching grasps, teeth along his neck and laughter into the crook under his ear. He snakes his fingers along the back of your neck, just to hold, and you lean in harder under his arm. When you steer him into a darkened entryway the hairs on his arms stand up just before you push him against the brick.

“I don’t bring just anybody home.” You tell him between kisses that you mash along his jaw. You’re clawing at him through his t-shirt almost like you’re trying to will it out of existence. “Consider yourself lucky.”

He just hums, turning to laughter when you pull him into your place. It’s small and dark and you don’t waste time showing him around the close quarters. Just pull him down the short hallway to your room.

He already knows about the rope you keep in your bottom drawer, unused but with hopeful intent for the future. He knows about your top drawer full of batteried friends and the two silicon cocks that don’t seem to ever get the job done just right. He’ll fix that though, especially tonight while you let the information just roll right off of you.

Lust filled psychic damage blasted at him that almost makes him stagger. You have plans for him that make his teeth set on edge and he realizes he has a real challenge tonight. You’re not just someone looking for a quick fix to their fantasies, you intend to take him along for the night of his life.

In your room he spins you around before you can push him back onto the bed. He climbs up after you and gives you a brief glimpse of himself, horns and all. A flash of a memory that seems to light a bonfire in you. He gets your shirt off and your jeans undone before you try to take control again, your fingers dipping past his waistband to feel along warm skin. Tugged further up your bed and further up your body so you can bite at his bottom lip he laughs at your fervor. So quick to get to all these pieces of him that seem to glow for you in the dark.

He can already feel your teeth biting into the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. Your hands pull at his hair before they ever travel upwards, still busy trying to work his jeans open with eagerness. He already knows what the wet heat of your mouth holds for him and the way it feels to sink in deep inside you. The backs of your knees will be tacky against his palms when he presses them into your chest to get the right angle, the one that makes you growl something deep.

You surprise him though. A welcome wrench in his plans when you kick his leg out from under him. Make him fall to his side and you roll him, smiling down at him and pushing up his tshirt. A palm slides flat up his chest and the appreciation is evident in your eyes.

“Am I lucky yet?” He gets out before you make him moan with a light grip around his throat and a firmer one down his boxers.

“You tell me.” Heavy strokes up his length while your fingers dance around his neck. It’s been too long since someone has turned his own game on him and he relishes the attention for now. He lets you hold him down and tease him, the moans at the back of his throat genuine. He has a moment of doubt when you lick a long line up his cheek and laugh, the idea that you might be like him and he somehow missed it, but when he reaches further into your lust that’s all he finds.

A need to push and pull at him that has you both still half dressed and him winning this new match of wills. It’s almost a slap fight when he gets out from under you with a giggle. Almost unbelieving as you push his hands away in your need for dominance but once he gets his hand in your hair you drop. Pliable and moveable like you were melting into your mattress as his free hand glides along your back. Up your spine and back down your ribs to make you shiver.

He gets you out of your jeans with your underwear shoved to the side, fingers finding your clit without even trying. You can’t see him but he lets that cocky grin spread all the same when you try to hold yourself up under his magical touch. He knows all your spots, knows where to mouth and where to bite and it’s almost like you can read his mind too. Hands grip behind you to grab at his hair, fingers digging into the back of his neck and hips chasing his hand when he turns his touch a little too light.

“Eddie please just fuck me.” You whine and he pulls your head backwards to capture you in a kiss. He can feel you trying to gain the upper hand again but he isn’t playing that part of the game anymore tonight.

“Say it again.” His voice is deeper. Layered in tones to keep you floating in that headspace of combined lusts. There’s an awareness to you still though even under all this fog and when your gaze shifts to his he can’t really deny you anything when he watches your lips form around your plea.

“Please Eddie.” You press your hips into his to grind along his hard cock and he has to take a steadying breath before he rips your underwear further to the side and lines himself up. Barely in place before you rock your hips again and push him inside, a hiss from between his teeth when you groan and dig your nails into the back of his neck. This isn’t going to be one of his long night as much as he wishes it was. You’re too far gone to his power and your own hubris, lust washing over your every dip and curve. He keeps his fingers on beat with your panting breaths and it almost feels like a light has been turned on suddenly with the burning at the base of his spine.

Heat rolls off of him the closer he gets to cumming, his breath wet against the back of your neck where he mouths around to sink his teeth in. He’s almost blind to you in front of him while his mind is filled with a jumbled mass of your thoughts. With every pointed thrust he gets a shiver up his spine like you do, a double hit of his own powers that makes him feel dizzy. Nails dig into his thighs where you grip him tightly to keep him close and rutting, your repeated ‘don’t stop right there!’ giving him a tempo to keep up with.

He times it just right so you cum at the same time. Drawn up flat against his chest, his fingers working you over to pull you up to your peak, cock buried deep so he can feel every flutter around him. He lets you see him just out of the corner of your blurring vision, really see him before your eyes roll back and you moan out his name. Wild curls with black eyes under them, dark mouth and thin tongue that darts out lick at the shell of your ear while you come apart.

Eddie can feel that well inside overflow with you. His name sounds too sweet from your mouth, your fantasies too potent for him to just ignore when this is all over. Gently he lowers you to bed with light touches that hold now instead of grip. When he slinks in behind you on top of your covers he cups a cheek with his palm and runs the tip of his thumb along the edge of your lip. It’s a soothing motion for sure but he’s also bringing the night to a close before he decides to do something stupid.

Instead of you falling asleep like he planned though, you seem to bounce back with a clearer head about the stranger in your home. You kick him out gently. Nice even he thinks, but he wasn’t planning on staying anyways. You hand him an Oreo from the pack you’ve opened while he gets his boots back on and he can’t help but laugh.

“Was I a good boy, deserving of a treat?” He shoves it wholly into his mouth and holds his hand out for another. You cast a suspicious glance at him before it breaks into a smile and you hand him two.

“Very. One for the road.” Your eyes are heavy while they watch him walk out the door. Hidden behind it to conceal your bare legs against the cool night. He can see his effect on you still, a glint under the tiredness from mauling each other for an hour. “See you around?” You ask around a yawn and he shrugs.

“Only if you wanna find me.” Outside after you turn off the light he stands there memorizing the number on your door and the sign on the corner before he starts on his way home, new fantasies filed away for his next run in with you.

[plush-rabbit]

Word Count: 3.5K A/N: No name again!! Part Three this time. Woo! Um, I just miss writing. I have some request that I wanna do, and like honestly, i need to make time. And I'm slowly making time! So, one day. I wanna write an Adam chapter, but like idk. Like I could. I'm the writer, but like also, I wanna do this other one, and like i thought it was gonna be super quick, but ya know me. I like words and sounding deep. So who knows. It gets like updated whenever its slow at work, so one day.

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You pace around the room that you occupy. It doesn’t feel like home. You’re afraid nothing will ever feel like home again. You look at yourself in the mirror, and trace your tongue over your sharpened teeth, and you can’t recall the change to them- whether they grew into fangs during your fall, or when you were in your unconscious state. 

“‘S probably why my jaw hurt so much,” you mumble to yourself.

Despite not showing much interest in most things, Lucifer has brought it upon himself to make your room as comfortable as possible. He’s brought candles, and pillows to add color. He’s brought you different types of creams and perfumes for you to try, telling you to let him know what scent you like best. The shower adjacent to your room is kept clean, and stocked full of sweet smelling soaps. Your closet is full of clothes, so soft that you played with the fabric between your fingers until you feared you’d ruin them with your nails.

While your back no longer aches like it once did, you still avoid looking at it. The morbid curiosity to touch it grows every second, but you can only let your fingers ghost against the edges of the scars, feeling the pulled skin against yours, chills making your body rise. You feel bile in your throat when you touch a scar that runs thin and farther down your back- skin that stayed stuck and only released when it was far too thin and weak to hold on any longer. 

It’s sensitive, and almost ticklish. The tags of shirts make you uncomfortable, and you gently pat yourself dry after showers. You stare at the fogged mirror after every shower, and you have yet to wipe it clean and turn around to see what you’ve lost.

Lucifer has assured you that it’s not nearly as rough as it once was. Perhaps he’s right about that. Yet, you hate that he knows what you’re going through. You hate that you can’t be angry at him, that you can’t throw a fit and tell him that he doesn’t understand. But he does. He’s one of the few that will understand what you’re feeling, and you can’t bring yourself to talk to him.

There’s a knock on your door, and you look away from the mirror. “Come in,” you say out loud, already knowing who is on the other side- speak of the devil, and he shall appear. You give a small smile as Lucifer walks in with a tray of food, taking careful steps to not let the drinks topple over. 

“I brought dinner,” he says with a smile. 

You sit on the bed, legs crossed and watch as he places the tray over your lap. “Thank you, Lucifer,” you say. There are two plates, two sets of cutlery, and two drinks. Once again, he’ll be having dinner with you in the confines of your room. 

Lucifer takes his place in the chair beside you, and with a wave holds the plate in his hand, carefully balancing it as he holds the silvered fork in the other hand. Your fingers wrap over the silver, as you poke and prod at the food. 

“I hope you like it,” he says. “It’s been a while since I cooked anything, so I’m hoping it’s good for you.”

You pierce the food with the prongs of the fork. “I didn’t know you cooked,” you mumble, before taking a bite of your meal. The taste is savory, melting on your tongue, and you cut another piece before even swallowing the first one.

“It’s been a while.” Silver clinks against porcelain in a melody, behind his words. “It’s been ages since I’ve had proper meals.” You catch his eye, and he clears his throat. “Running Hell is a bit of a task. Hardly ever lets me enjoy my peace,” he says quietly, nudging his food with the sharpened point of the fork. 

“I can’t imagine the type of work it takes to run it all,” you reply, wrapping your lips around another forkful of food. 

Lucifer hums in response, and you take a sip of your drink. He hardly ever talks about Hell in detail. He’ll focus the conversation on you, trying to pry out your interests and likes. At times, he’ll talk about his daughter, Charlie. He tells you how she’s off somewhere in the Pride Ring, about how she was when she was young, how he would have her sit on his lap and watch as he’d tinker in his office. The stories are always in past tense, and you never like hearing the sorrow that are entangled in his words. Not only that, there’s a lack of mention of his wife, despite the ring that he still wears. 

The conversation comes to a still, and you frown. 

Dinners in Heaven were hardly ever quiet. There’d always be some type of noise, some gentle hum of a song, laughter, talk about slaughter that made you queasy. You’d eat with Adam most nights. Some nights you were accompanied by Lute and you always welcomed those shared meals, where she’d sit beside you, her wings folded neatly behind her, compared to Adam’s prodigious wings which graced the floor. She’d remove her mask when dining, and would grace you with a gentle smile. 

Home was the only place you’d ever see Adam without his mask. The horns curved and the bright lights a warning against others, looking down on others with heavenly light. He’d wear his mask in public, it was loud and showed who he was. Newer souls always looked at him with awe, and he hungered for the way that they would trip over themselves to speak to him. They may not have known his title, but they knew he was important, they felt the power that he held, the authority that he carried. He was someone to be admired. He was someone that you wanted to be around with. 

Even though you were just an angel, you didn’t hold power that others didn’t already have. But Adam still chose you, and you chose him. 

You should have chosen to run away when you had the chance.

The food tastes bitter, and you drop the fork, the clinking making your flinch and turn your head. Your name is whispered, and a hand places itself over your arm. Your eyes are shut tight, and you feel like a fool. “Are you all right?” Lucifer asks in a soft voice.

You suck in your lip, teasing it between your teeth. “No, I’m sorry, Lucifer.” You shake your head and blink back the tears that threaten to spill over. Turning to him, you wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand. “I’m fine, I’m sorry. I was-” your voice wavers, and you cover your eyes with your hand- “remembering Heaven. I remembered how my meals-” tears drip down, and you wave your hand. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to cry.”

With a wave of his hand, the tray of food, and his own plate disappears from your sight. It’s quiet for a moment, and he pushes his seat closer to your bed before breaking the silence. “Do you think of Heaven often?” Shamefully, you nod. “What do you miss?” 

Adam. You peek at him between your fingers, and when he hands you a tissue, you take it wordlessly. “The view,” you answer. The tissue dabs at your eyes, and you let your hands fall beside you. Fingertips nudge against your hand, a silent encouragement to continue to speak. Your fingers jump, and there’s a sudden urge to take his hand in comfort. Rather, you let your nails scrap against the bedsheets.

“When I was still-” Lucifer’s voice pauses to take a breath- “I would sneak off to this forest. I’d watch all of his creations frolic among the fields. I’d have a few of my own creations rest against me. It was serene.”

You stretch your legs, and pull the blanket over your lower half. “I was a lower rank angel,” you start. “No one hardly needed me unless they wanted me to fetch something. But there was-” you bit your bottom lip and flicker your eyes towards Lucifer who listens with his attention on you- “an angel who would take me to see the stars.” You smile softly, and rub the corner of the tissue between your index and thumb. “It was a vast space, where the sky was lit by the radiance of the stars. It was the first time anyone thought of doing something for me,” you say out loud. 

“You were an angel, were you not?” Lucifer asks, his body leaning towards you, a hand wrapping around your wrist, and you let him take your wrist.

“Just an angel, nothing more. I don’t even know why he was so nice to me.” You smile at him, but you look away, smiling at the end of the bed. “I still don’t get it.” He was praised for so much, given everything and perhaps that’s what made his ego bigger than what it needed to be. “But he was kind to me.”

“Another angel?” He sounds surprised. You wonder what angels were like back in his days.

“A higher ranking than I,” you shrug with your answer. There’s a reason why he was able to get away with so much.

“For all that Heaven was, the views were ethereal.” You hum in response. It’s silent, and his shoes tap against the floor. “I’m sorry that Hell doesn’t have views like those.” His thumb arches over your wrist, and you dig your nails into your palm.

You stay silent beside him. Heaven’s land and warmth, nothing but a memory for you to return to. The room smells of rosemary and wine, and your blankets are thick in the stench of it. You turn to him. “Lucifer, why don’t we eat at the table?”

He stiffens at your voice, his mouth opening and closing without an answer. “I didn’t know you wanted to,” he replies.

“I’m stuck in this room all day, I want-” more is what you want, more than the four walls of your bedroom- “I want to see the other rooms. I’m not like I was before. I can move now.”

His eyes scan over your body, and with a nod, he clears his throat. “Okay,” he nods once more. “Breakfast will be in the dining room. I’ll be here to walk you at the usual time that I arrive.”

“Thank you, Lucifer,” you say kindly, a smile ghosting over your lips.

“You’re welcome,” he says your name softly, twisting meaning into the syllables and letting it fill the air.

-

Your room is shrouded in darkness, vast and consuming. Perhaps it’s because you’ve spent so much time awake in the night, that you can recognize what’s beside you, or maybe it’s your vision, heavenly eyes now able to see in the night, almost as if it were day. You aren’t sure which option brings you more comfort- that you’ve spent so long in a place that you should call home, or that parts of your angelic nature have contorted into something else.

Sleep has yet to take you into its arms. You lay awake, unable to do much else, hoping that if you’re still long enough then maybe you rest. However, you do nothing all day but read and draw in a book Lucifer had given you. The television remains in an opened box, pressed against a wall. He had attempted to attach it to the wall, but grew frustrated when he could not figure out the wiring. When you offered that he call someone who could, he just placed everything back in the box grumbling under his breath.

His pride is the reason you still rely on books and his company for entertainment. 

The scars on your back are no longer tender as they once were. They’re soft, and ticklish. You squirm against the cotton of the bed and feel a chill pass when you think of them for too long. Your arms coil themselves around you, fingertips tracing over the scarring lines. You wipe your hands on the comforter, filth still etched into you.

Your legs kick the bed, and you find yourself unable to sleep. If it were Heaven, you’d have Adam beside you. It would be hours until he finally rested, staying up until dawn peeked through the blinds in gold. He’d keep you company. Even if he was tired, he’d grumble and whine, but would continue to hold a conversation with you until he could no longer. 

Truth be told, it was rare for you to struggle to fall asleep. You had no trouble resting your weary head, but when you did, you at least had Adam with you. 

As much as other angels complained about not being given bigger tasks, you hardly minded them. You had no real power over anyone, no real responsibilities. The only real duty that you were given, was to calm Adam when he became crass- at least more so than usual. Heaven was blissful, the only worry being whether Adam would call you a crass nickname in public.

He hardly listened to anyone. He might have quieted down when a Seraphim or even Lute would give him a look, but when it came to you, he would mumble under his breath, still simmering, but at least he'd hold your hand. A chill runs through your body. In quiet moments, you can feel the weight of his wings over you, the heaviness, the softness of his feathers, how they would cover you like a blanket. 

Moments with him were plenty, never did you ever have to miss him unless he was called out. The few times you both were separated, he was bitter- snapping and complaining to anyone who was unfortunate to speak to him. and you felt pride at being the one that he wanted, being the one who could calm him. All these weeks- conscious and unconscious- is the first you’ve ever spent without him- without knowing that you would see him again. You wonder what he’s doing. The thought hurts, a sharp pain in your chest that makes it difficult to breathe. 

You wonder if he’s upset with Lute. A part of you wants him to be, to know that he did care for you, enough to be upset at another for hurting you. And the other part, hopes that he isn’t. You hope that he understood that it was a task given to her, that he doesn’t hold it against her. You hope that she doesn’t hold it against herself. You close your eyes, and your hands scratch against the comforter. 

You need to think of something else.

There has to be something else that you can think of. Something that doesn’t have to do with him. Anything at all would work. 

Mornings. 

How the sunlight would cast gold in the room, peeking between the blinds and making his wings shimmer. The warmth of the light would only encourage you to dig deeper into bed, pulling yourself closer to him. Your wings would brush under his, and they were never as grand as his were. Where yours were iridescent, and fit to your body perfectly, his shined in gold, carved by Father and molded to be fitting of the first soul to ascend to Heaven. 

You cry, and a sob escapes, whimpering past your lips. You need another distraction. 

Your wings. 

Think of how your wings were ripped from you. How Lute was the one to perform the severance and how Adam was adamant to watch. How he wanted to be there for you. You think of how you’ll never have your wings again. You’ll never fly again. There will  always be a scar to serve as a reminder of what was taken. And despite not having them, you can still feel them. You feel their weight, and in the mornings, you can feel a ghost of an ache, as if you’d slept on them wrong.

You sob, crying like a child and you press yourself against a pillow, trying to dull the cries. You can’t recall ever being so teary-eyed, so sad and lonely. Even after your creation, you were greeted with love and open arms, and past the time when you were simply an angel, you at least had Adam and Lute to keep you company.

Crying seems like a foreign concept. You never cried much in Heaven. Not out of sadness, at least. You hadn’t realized how exhausting it was to cry. You heave, whimpering and clawing at the bed sheets. Your chest is tight, bones constricting themselves around everything delicate, gold burning inside of you. When you laid in bed with Adam and spoke of your fate, and even when your wings were removed, you hadn’t cried like this. You shed tears, and you begged for forgiveness under your breath, but you accepted it until you cast out. Some nights, you wake up and you think it’s all been some horrid dream, only to be reminded when you wake to a ceiling that is not yours. 

Your door swings open, the back of it smacking against the wall.

“What’s wrong?” Lucifer asks, his voice tense. His presence serves as a reminder of where you are, and where you can never return to. “Are you okay?” He’s inside your room, and the door closes with a smack the further he goes. 

You are unable to answer him through your cries, mumbling incoherently. A hand places itself over your arm, and flutters away when you flinch. He sighs your name, and the side of your bed dips under his weight. “Do you want to be alone?”

You hiccup, and after a pause, you shake your head.

“Is it okay to touch you?

You nod, and turn over. Your hands grasp and pull at his clothes, you make a note that he hasn't changed out of his daytime attire, and that his eyes sag with exhaustion. Despite it all, you need him here. You want him here. His hand cups overs, and he lets his thumb arch over the back of your hand. Lucifer shifts under your touch, unable to be comfortable in your bed. Your nails scratch against the fabric of his clothes, fisting the shirt in your hand, and you need him to stay. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises, another one of his hands cupping over the corner of your head, gently stroking you. “Just cry it out,” he whispers.

You cry beside him, the touch of his clothes barely enough to keep you satisfied. Your face is barely hidden between the pillow and the mattress. You weep, unable to catch a breath, unable to think of anything more than just missing home. 

“I hate crying,” you mumble, hiccupping and hiding your face.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, tracing shapes over your forearm, “you get used to it.” Your body still shakes, whimpers and other pathetic sounds filling the room. “I- Um, I remember that angels were rather touchy- always together in flocks, and never really alone, so I-” he clears his throat, and you peek up at him through teary eyes. “I hope I’m not overstepping, but do you want a-” His face deepens in color, and he squeezes your arm, unable to manage the word out loud. “Or I can get you a pillow or something?”

Your hands let go of him, and the push against the mattress. “Lucifer?” You say softly, picking yourself up. He hums in response, his eyes wide and focused on you. “Can you hold me?” You gasp, your chest tight. 

“Yes- Yeah,” he croaks. “Of course. Whatever you need- Oh!” He gasps, when you cling to him, your arms snaking around him, pulling at the fabric of his clothes. You hide yourself in the crook soft curve where his neck and shoulder meet, your dewy face kissing his exposed skin. “It’s-” you can feel his hands pat nervously at your back- “okay.” You pull him closer to you, desperate to not have him leave you. “You’re-” at the sound of another of your cries, his arms tightening around your shaking figure, hands pressed into the soft of your skin- “You’re okay. I got you, you’re safe,” he coos. 

He’s warm, and he holds you close to him, his head knocking gently against yours. Your cries soften into whimpers, gasping breaths tickling over his skin. In a room where the glow of red peeks into the room, letting glass and skin flame under a dim hue, you find yourself reminded of home. You find comfort in someone holding you, you find yourself held together by sin, stitched and handled with care. Hands are gentle against your back, the pressure against the scars enough to make you crave for more, to have him touch more of you. You let your eyes close, and you tell yourself that you’ll ask him to leave, but you need a few minutes where you can feel safe, where you can feel wanted.

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Okay but now I started thinking on how would an argument with Gawtin go? Also, glad to be back to pester you💪

An Argument with Gawtin

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1247 (Couldn't help it)

Summary: Like dominos falling in line, things build up until the dam can't handle it. The stress, the cracks. The two of you are a tornado, feeding off of each other.

Author Note: I decided to do this a little different than I usual do this. I have off feelings about angst, like arguments and you might see it here. To be honest, Gawtin doesn't get anger often, rarely at all. Thank you Kissmyaft! I love it when you come to give me phenomenal ideas such as this!

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Part 2

Honestly, Gawtin and Reader don’t fight very often. Some disagreements, of course. Some miscommunications. We are talking about two different species, cultures.

But Gawtin doesn’t like to feed into anger. She, like most other females, are cooler minded than their male counterparts. They know how to discuss their issues than result to straight violence. Fights do break out when no one can’t come to an agreement. Nothing that could kill the other though.

When an argument happens, it’s when both are at end of their lines. Gawtin is stressed out from Qui’oky or something with the village. She brings it home with her unfortunately.

Reader has had some trouble still adapting to the new planet or being homesick or worrying over Gawtin. That sets off Gawtin even more. The two of them feeding on each other’s energy.

Reader wants to be left alone, unsure if someone around will help them. In the heat of the moment, words are exchanged. Unfortunately.

Gawtin, no matter how enraged she ever becomes will never, ever, hit you. Yes, for Yautjas, fighting and violence is normal. But you aren’t Yautja. You are weaker than her. It’s just fact. She’s okay with that.

“Can you just fuck off already?” you snapped when Gawtin entered your art room. The door had slid back to reveal the hulking green form that made up Gawtin. Her purple eyes pinned on you sitting at your desk, trying to distract yourself.

Like two demons feeding on each other, you consumed the other’s energy. Like a tornado starting to form or even a hurricane. She had arrived home, pissed off. Someone had gotten under her skin and caused her to be a raging bitch currently. As her wonderful mate, you wanted nothing more to rid her of this unease.

But she just threw it all back in your face.

Qui’oky was set down for a cranky nap in Gawtin’s room. Poor thing sounded tired from missing a nap from this morning. He kept fussing for a bit. Since you knew Gawtin wasn’t wanting to speak with you when she dismissed you harshly, you just went to hide away in your art room. The safe haven that she had gifted to you once she took notice of your skill of wielding a pencil.

A gruff scoff met your ears. You huffed with a roll of your eyes but kept your sight on the blank page before you. It felt not only was that taunting you but Gawtin too. She had to come in here after dismissing you. Didn’t just say she didn’t want you around her and to go away? Dismissed like a measly pet.

“All you do is whine,” she grunted back at you. You head whipped up, back still towards the Yautja. Your nostrils flared in an attempt not to spin around give a piece of your mind. All the shit she’s made you put up with from the first day you met her in that damn forest. For all that you cared for, you could’ve just left her to bleed out! Or let the fucking soldiers take her!

Instantly, you felt regret at the thought and tried to calm yourself down. That didn’t stop the need to cry rise up inside of you.

“Well, you ruined fucking everything in my normal life,” you returned fire, hand grasping the pencil. The wood groaned at the pressure. Your knuckles turning white.

Another scoff. Soft, pitter-patter of feet glided across the floor until the beast was hovering behind you. Her blazing heat boring down on your hunched over form. “Ruined? I’ve given you everything as my mate. How have I ruined ‘everything’?”

A massive palm was placed on the small open space on the desk. This allowed her to bend her body more over you, blanketing you in her shadow. The pencil creaked again. “By taking me here! I don’t belong here. You took me from everything. My home. My family. My friends.”

“I think you are misremembering things, ooman. It was your choice to come with me. You saved me, I could not kill you after I owe you my life and Qui’oky. Why are you so angry?” she growled, nails digging into the wood of your table. That seemed to tick you off more. She was destroying your things.

“I have a right to be angry! You ruined everything. My life is forever stuck here because of you. I’ll die here, on a planet so far from home,” you bite out then finally whipped around in your chair to face her. Gawtin did not move. She stayed sturdy like an oak tree. You bumped into her only to be knocked against your table. It was the only thing holding you up. That didn’t stop you from glaring the Yautja right in the eye and baring your teeth. Something you learned from your time in her culture.

Her mandibles bristled at the sight. A growl starting deep in her chest as she glared down at your unwavering form. “Then, go back. Leave. Go back. Go back home.” That last word was spat out with such disgust, spit hitting your face.

Realization smacked you harder, harder than anyone or thing could. Words said in the heat of the moment but she was telling you to leave. This wasn’t your home, not in her eyes. And that hurt. You felt the way your chest tightened and twisted like a serrated knife lodged there. Tears, hot and burning pooled in your eyes, throat threatening to close up.

Gawtin grunted and leaned down so close her mandibles barely brushed against your cheeks. “Are you going to cry now?” she mocked with a look of distain on her alien face. When you took a deep breath in to cool your nerves, your breath hitched, catching on the lump building in your throat. By god, you were on the verge of breaking down right in front of her.

Something you refused to do. You steeled your nerves, stood up, shoulders back, and got impossibly closer to her face. An act she wasn’t expecting. “Get out.” She raised her gem-studded brow. “Get out!” you shouted at Gawtin, full force. This was your area, your space, your safe haven in this fucked up world you’ve been brought to. Somewhere to go.

Chittering cries echoed out in the hall. Shit. Your breath hitched. Qui’oky had been awoken by your yelling. Guilt dripped into your veins at the sound of his crying. Gawtin huffed that ended in a throaty growl before standing up and marching out of the room.

Once the door slid closed behind her, your whole body nearly went completely lax. Anger still simmered beneath your skin. Yet, sorrow followed in its wake. You bowed your head to calm yourself before plopping down in your seat. The chair squeaking at the new weight. You hated arguing. With her of all people too.

In your hand, you let the pencil go. It’s now shattered pieces falling onto the wooden table. You groaned and placed your head in your hands, fretting over how to fix this.

Hot, fresh tears wettened the wood underneath you. ‘Go back home.’ You flinched as Gawtin’s words echoed back at you in the silence of your room. Qui’oky’s voice barely coming through the door. You clutched your hair at the thought of her not wanting you anymore. Had you just ruined everything?

Heh, it wasn’t her that ruined everything. No. You just did that.

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Asking them to choke you (flirting stage, haven’t slept together yet)

SFW (for the most… part…? Kinda NSFW?? But not really…?? Well PG13+ still for sure)

Includes; Yuta, Gojo, Nanamin

Yuta: “Yuta~ I want you to choke me…” His eyebrows raise right into his hairline, almost melding into his hair, eyes large and almost horrified. The way he’s sputtering, his throat constricting on itself, sounds almost like his own body is now strangling him at the sheer absurdity of your statement. He thought he was at least starting to get desensitised to the absolutely wild things that left your mouth, but somehow you manage to be increasingly unhinged each passing day. Like Maki once called you… A gift that never stops giving, except she definitely meant that very sarcastically. Somehow, he’s more sure you’re going to end up killing him (instead of a curse) with your absurd statements and those adorable mischievously gleaming eyes. “I-I… I don’t think… I can… do that,” he finally says, and he means this, for various reasons of course. The obvious playful reason being that it sounds like some sort of intimate fetish you’re into that he’s not very sure how to engage with. The less obvious, less fun to state reason being that his crippling fear of being the slightest bit rough with you would end up hurting you (or worse - killing you) and then he’d never be able to live with himself. So, choking you is absolutely out of the question. Then, you giggle, mumbling something about his reaction being adorable, and Yuta feels his heart constrict in his chest as the tips of his ears burn up. God, the things you do to his heart. You’re going to kill him. You love teasing him too much, and he can’t help but let you, when you’re so adorable… He’ll let you tease him for the rest of your lives as long as he’s the only one you’re teasing like this.

Gojo: laughs out loud, deadass. Oh, you want him to choke you? Those furrowed eyebrows of yours as you glare at him, seemingly offended, are too cute - oh you definitely weren’t expecting him to react like this, were you? It’s not like he’s not surprised, you see, but as much as it’s surprising, it’s just as funny, honestly speaking. So don’t blame him for laughing, huh sweetheart? “Don’t ask me for something like that if you’re not completely sure, hm?” Reaching his hand out to you, he ruffles your hair, messing it up as best as he could in a simple gesture, a lighter laugh bubbling up at your adorable squawk. As you’re trying your best to fix the mess he’s so benevolently set upon your head, he leans his head down to be at eye-level, smirking casually, eyes just the slightest bit hooded as he decides to tease you. “Because I might end up giving you exactly what you asked for.” His voice is low, a melodic whisper, and he doesn’t miss the way you shiver, the way your eyes widen - every twitch of your body as your mouth clamps shut and you look all too much a mixture of excitement and nervousness. As they say, be careful what you ask for - and especially so with Gojo Satoru. Plant an idea like that in his head, and you might not be prepared for the way it blooms.

Nanamin: he pauses, document still in his hand, and then sighs deeply, already feeling a headache beginning to clamp down on his scalp. Are you going to make him grab a second cup of coffee so soon in the day? What is with you and your random requests at the most random times of the day? He can see your cheeky little grin, you know? He’s not the kind of simpleton you can mess with, but it seems his now disappointed and exasperated expression (as usual…) still inspires you to snicker. “If that’s a kink of yours, then you need to learn to bring it up when it’s appropriate. Otherwise I’d advise you to start befriending the HR.” Does jujutsu even have HR? He should bring it up with Gojo, although the mere thought of suggesting that to him of all people sounds like an unbearable headache. Well, whatever, that should suffice for a half-hearted threat. Except, it doesn’t, and now you’re pouting, and babbling something about it not necessarily having to be a ‘sexual’ venture and more of a trust thing - and his eyebrow raises as he realizes you sound half-serious about the gibberish you’re spouting. “It’s a joke, much like the ones you constantly like to make,” he says, half-amused, although it’s not as visible on his stoic expression as it is in the dry uptilt in his voice. Seeing you pouting and huffing again, grumbling about his dry sarcasm, he can’t resist the extra statement. “... And well, I’ll keep in mind you like being… choked. We can discuss your asphyxiation kink later.” Your boggled wide-eyed look is amusing enough to sustain him without coffee through the whole afternoon.

P.S, Nanamin’s no-coffee for the afternoon streak is broken ever so lovingly through an encounter with a 6-foot tall cum-haired gremlin, Gojo 🫶🫶🫶

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I Just Need You By My Side, Cause I'm Warmer in the Winter With You

Another very self-indulgent Christmas fic.

Teen. Warnings: Mentions of torture. 5,600 words.

Ghost/Soap

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“Shouldn’t you be packing up?” Ghost asks him from where he leans against his doorway. Soap shrugs and sets down the pencil in his hand. He’s been sketching for about an hour now, trying to wind down at the end of a hectic day. Everyone on base is giddy at the thought of going home for the holidays, and the energy is almost overwhelming..

“Sorry, but you’ll have to get used to my ugly mug around here. I know you’re one of the only ones here most Christmases, but I don’t have anywhere else to be this year,” he explains, hoping years of interrogation techniques pay off and Ghost doesn’t call him on the lie. Though it’s partially true, since there’s nowhere he’d rather be then in the barracks with him.

“Don’t you usually have a big family celebration? Remember you rambling about nieces and nephews and being forced into midnight mass by your mother,” Ghost asks, eyes narrowing behind the black balaclava he’s chosen to wear today.

“Glad to know you actually listen to me when I shoot my mouth off,” he laughs out.

“Never miss a word, Johnny,” Ghost tells him evenly.

“So any other year, yeah I'd be home, but things are out of sorts this year with my sisters traveling to their husband’s families, and me Ma and Pa planned a little trip of their own,” he says. Sure, the little trip was right down the road to his brother’s house where everyone would be gathered like every other year, but no need for Ghost to know that.

Last year it was excruciating to leave Ghost on the tarmac, saying goodbyes as everyone else went home to their families. He doesn’t know much, but it’s clear Ghost no longer has anyone waiting for him back at home. They’d all joked about him haunting the base, probably maskless with the skeleton crew left behind and any other puns they could come up with. Still, there was a bleakness in Ghost’s eyes that he never wanted to see again.

Thankfully he’s never been able to hide his feelings from his parents, especially his mother, and she didn’t even bat an eye when he told her his plans. She’d said something cheesy about the magic of the season bringing them closer together, which he’d quickly scoffed off. He wasn’t doing this with any ulterior motives in place. It was a simple fact that his best friend shouldn’t be alone over the long holiday break they were lucky enough to get two years in a row.

If he happens to be completely ass over tits in love with him, he’s smart enough to keep it to himself.

“Guess it could be nice to have some company, even yours,” Ghost teases with a snort. Soap rolls his eyes, but he’s smirking still.

“Do you cook anything for it or rely on the mess hall for Christmas dinner?” he asks, already planning how to make things nicer for him. They may be stuck on a mostly empty base, but there’s no reason why he can’t make it as comfortable as possible.

“Sometimes I make a pot of soup for the week, but nothing special for the day itself. Tend to keep to myself,” he says softly. And that just won’t do.

“Happy to help sample anything you cook, but since I burn water, I’ll order us something nice from town. It shouldn’t be too late for a small catering order. You like lasagna?” he asks, already thinking of the perfect little Italian place near here.

“Wouldn’t say no to it, but there’s no need to get fancy over me,” Ghost mumbles. It only makes Soap more determined to bring a little Christmas magic into his life this year.

“I’ll take care of dinner and you just bring the good company,” he says to settle it. He’ll place an order first thing in the morning, already planning to buy way more food than they need. Ghost deserves to be spoiled, and leftovers are a rare commodity around here.

“Not sure I’ll contribute much in that regard, but yeah, I can show up,” he agrees.

“No one else I’d rather spend the day with. Honestly,” Soap admits, but Ghost just huffs at him.

“Piss off, Johnny,” he says with a laugh. Before he can figure out a response, the man is already gone. It may just be the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he’s damned sure going to make sure Ghost knows how much Soap likes being around him, especially now. Likes, not loves, because he has a feeling that’s something he’ll take to his grave. Being around him will just have to do for now.

—

The poster fell off the wall for the three thousandth time, and Soap barely managed to keep himself in check. Price would have his head if he blew up the base, but it’s getting more and more likely. It’s a stupid thing, really, just a fake Christmas tree by a fireplace, but he bought it to cheer up their rec room. He grumbles under his breath, reciting every swear he knows and probably inventing some new ones along the way.

“Problems, Sergeant?” Ghost asks from his spot on the couch. There’s a hint of laughter on the edges of his voice, and Soap spins around to glare at him.

“There is in fact,” he spits out before taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down. No use in pissing off the man he’s trying to decorate for. “These walls are apparently covered in fifty some years of filth, and I can’t get the damn tape to stick. Seriously, it’s like teflon and I’m actually afraid to think about what could be coating this wall right now.”

“This that important to you?” Ghost asks, head tilted like he’s studying him.

“Aye,” Soap sighs out. “Just wanted to brighten up the room a bit. We can’t have a real tree, and I’ve been banned from open flames on base, but I thought this stupid fucking poster might work. Wanna sneak off base and burn it with me? Might raise my spirits.”

“How about I fix it instead,” Ghost says, standing up to stomp over to the wall.

“You’re more than welcome to try, but not even sure duct tape will hold the damn thing at this point,” he says, scowling at the wall. Seriously, he was going to beg Price to get the room deep cleaned as soon as he was back on base. Can’t be safe.

Ghost shrugs before bumping him out of the way with his hip. He holds the poster with one hand and reaches into the back of his jeans with the other. The knife he pulls out is on the small side, but it does the job when he stabs it through the poster and into the wall. Nodding proudly, he slides another knife out of his sleeve and buries it in the other top corner. The final blade is tucked in his boot, and he takes a few steps back before flinging it at the wall.

It lands perfectly in the bottom center of the poster, and Soap chubs up in his sweats at the display of skill.

“Guess that works, too,” he murmurs, actively avoiding Ghost’s gaze. No need to show off how fucking gone on him he is, and he knows there’s hearts in his eyes right now. He’s bound to be suspicious just based on how desperate Soap is to make things perfect, to give him a better Christmas than year past, and he should try better to keep his feelings hidden. Not looking to get his heart broken over the holidays.

“Anything for you, Johnny,” Ghost tells him as he strides back to the couch and picks up his book again. Soap can feel his cheeks heating up and blurts out some half-assed excuse before making a tactful retreat.

—

He debates waiting until morning, but Soap is too curious about the package in his hands to wait that long. His box of gifts from his family arrived today, but he didn’t bother unpacking it until after dinner. Everything was neatly labeled - or scribbled by his nieces and nephews - with his name except for one.

To Ghost, From Ma MacTavish. Open Immediately.

Not one to disobey his mother, Soap raps on Ghost’s door and hopes this isn’t something too embarrassing. Lord knows his entire family is annoying enough already over his little crush, and he doesn’t need his mother stepping in to help him. There’s a rustling from behind the door before it’s swung open by a brooding Ghost. Anyone else might not see how moody he is, but Soap can tell just by studying his eyes.

“What do ya need?” he asks, voice cracking from disuse.

“Got a special delivery for you and instructions for you to open it right away,” Soap informs him, holding up the package like the peace offering that it is. Ghost eyes it suspiciously but steps aside and lets him into the room. While he’d love a chance to look around, Soap keeps his focus on Ghost out of respect for his privacy. He knows just letting him into the room was a big step for the other man.

“Your mum sent this?” Ghost asks as he takes the parcel from him. Soap nods and smiles warmly as Ghost’s eyes widen. “Better not keep her waiting then,” Ghost mutters before sitting on the edge of his bed. The package looks huge, even in his large hands, and Soap really wonders what it could be.

He tears the paper at the seams, carefully working a finger down the edge of it. It’s gentle in a way that hints of Christmases past and perhaps being yelled at to keep the wrapping for next year. Soap’s grandma used to do that and iron out each crease to save money.

When Ghost finally removes the paper, soap breathes a sigh of relief at seeing the present isn’t anything to worry about. Trust his mother to try and take care of someone she’s never met. Ghost holds up the blanket, blinking slowly at it. Soap supposes he isn’t used to getting many gifts, especially not something handmade. The blanket itself is a mix of blank and white granny squares, no doubt crocheted with love by his mother. Everyone in their house has at least one of these piled at the foot of their bed, and his heart warms at the thought of Ghost having one on his.

“She made it?” he asks in a whisper, and Soap wants to cry about it. There’s no reason a gift should put him in such a state of awe, and he vows right then and there to spoil him as much as he’s allowed to under the guise of friendship.

“You’re looking at a Ma MacTavish special right there. Everyone in the family has one, and it looks like she thinks highly of you,” he confirms.

“Never even met me.”

“Well, I suppose I’ve entertained her with a tale of two of the man who saved my life so many times. Besides, how else do you think she’d know the perfect color scheme for an emo bastard like yourself,” He says in an attempt to lighten the mood. The corners of Ghost’s eyes crinkle up, and he knows there’s a smile beneath the mask.

“You’ll have to thank her for me. No, wait! I’ll get a thank you note together for the next time you send mail home. That alright?” he asks almost timidly, which isn’t an emotion Soap’s sure he’s ever shown before.

“She’ll love that. Sorry to barge in on you so late at night, but I’m glad I did. Should probably be heading to bed, though,” Johnny says with a pout. Dreams of being asked to stay, to tuck himself against Ghost under that very blanket flash through his mind and he has to get out of here quickly before he shows his hand.

“Me too. Night, Johnny,” Ghost says, and he understands it for the dismissal that it is. The last thing he sees as he ducks out the door is Ghost spreading the blanket across the top of his bed and smoothing it out. He’ll have to send his mother a thank you note as well.

—

There is absolutely no reason for them to be in Soap’s room instead of the rec room, but he wasn’t about to say no when Ghost suggested it. Currently they are sitting on his bed - which is way too small for two grown ass men - with their backs against the wall and his laptop propped on top of their thighs. Ghost is a constant warm presence at his side, and he’s pretty sure he would be completely lost if he hadn’t seen this movie so many times.

They each have a glass of their preferred poison in hand, and Ghost has his mask tucked up over his nose while he purses his lips at the screen in front of them. He is so fucking stunning with the light from the laptop highlighting the planes of his face, and Soap would be weak in the knees were he standing. Not that Soap is abusing his trust just to watch him more than the movie. Absolutely not. Still, the sight of Simon’s sharp jawline is a rare one and he can’t seem to stop staring. He longs to scrap his teeth over the scar that curves around it and has to hold himself back from scooting even closer to him.

“I don’t get it,” Ghost says, breaking him out of his dangerous thoughts.

“How so?” he asks, eyes already turned back to the screen to see what part of the movie they’ve reached. Nearly done at this point, but the silly plot has been a fun distraction. They don’t often get downtime, time totally free of responsibilities, and he hopes he can go without this once everything is back to normal.

“This just seems so improbable. His family forgot to bring him to the airport and they don’t have a single family friend they can call in the meantime? The police are actively searching for these two assholes and yet a child is the only one who manages to take them down? Gotta admit some of these traps are pretty awesome, though,” Ghost rambles out.

“One, I can’t believe you’ve made it this far in life without watching this. Two, this film is a masterpiece because it makes you suspend reality. Three, I’m pretty sure this is why I ended up in demolitions anyway. Do you know how many things I blew up after seeing this? I thought my Pa was going to murder me just as an example for my brothers and sisters. One time I rigged a frying pan to hit my brother in the face and it broke his fucking nose,” Soap says, unable to hold in his laughter. “Pretty sure he was about to pack me off and make me Nan deal with me, but my Ma couldn’t let her baby go.”

“You’re a real piece of work, Johnny,” Ghost tells him softly. He brings his glass up to his mouth, and Soap watches him swallow slowly, desperately trying to remind himself how they’re friends and nothing more. “Glad it brought you to me, though.”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, heart pounding in his chest.

But then they fall into an easy silence, and he’s forced to turn back to the movie. They both finish their drinks as the plot winds down, and he’s about to offer another when Ghost grabs his wrist to stop him from standing up. He looks down, worried that he’s overstepped somehow, and the tightness in Ghost’s clenched jaw startles him.

“We’ve had a good week, yeah?” Ghost asks quietly.

“Loved every second of it,” Soap blurts out before he can stop himself.

“Might not love this so much,” Ghost says with a sigh. “I’ve…I’ve never been this close with anyone, barely even shared this with Price, but I’d like to give you some sort of explanation for why I keep to myself at Christmas. If you’ll listen, that is.”

“Ghost, I will always be here, no matter what you want to tell me. Thank you for trusting me so much, but are you sure you want to do this while we’re drinking?” he has to ask, needs to be sure his friend won’t regret this come morning.

“You think I just keep bourbon and scotch on hand? That’s kinda the reason why I brought it with me. I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while now, but I needed a little courage to do it. Just, just don’t say anything until I’m done, ok? If you do I might not be able to finish,” he warns him, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Sensing how important this is, Soap sets both their glasses on his bedside table and closes the laptop. His desk lamp is on, so they’re not totally in the dark. He knows rumors of Ghost’s past, has heard a bunch of shit about his time in captivity, but every scrap of information is dear to him. He longs to know the man beside him better than he knows himself. He leans back against the wall and angles his body towards Ghost before saying, “Course. I got you.”

“When I was little, the only person I cared about was my mum. She kept me safe, kept my dad and brother away from me the best she could. I know now that my brother was only doing what he could to avoid my dad’s rage, but it still hurt back then. I won’t lie, I had a real shitty childhood and ran into the service as soon as I could. After that, things started improving. I came back home, kicked my sorry excuse for a father out of the house, and got my brother off of drugs. Hell, I stood beside him as he married the love of his life, and I wouldn’t give that up for anything, but the memories threaten to crush me sometimes.”

He trails off and palms the back of his head, chewing at his lower lip. Soap stays silent, unwilling to break his promise even though Ghost looked on the verge of falling apart. They sit there for a long moment while he regroups and continues his story. Soap longs to reach out, to offer some sort of physical comfort, but he knows better than to act on it. Simon doesn’t enjoy being touched on a good day, and he’d absolutely hate it while letting himself be this vulnerable.

“Things were going well until I got betrayed and snagged by Roba. Fuck, Johnny,” he breaks off, swallowing thickly before pressing his fingers to his mouth. “It was bad. I won’t go into details, but you can only be tortured for so long before you start to doubt yourself, start to go mad instead of trying to fight it. I have no fucking clue how I managed to survive after being left for dead, but I eventually made it back home.”

Ghost shifts his legs, twitching as he picks at the fabric of his sweats. He takes a few deep breaths and stares ahead at the wall, shoulders tense as he continues. “They died on Christmas, and it was all my fault. Roba still had his hooks in me, and couldn't let me go since I escaped with my life. One more betrayal led me back to my mum’s house that only hours before had been full of celebration and Christmas cheer. When I got there, the whole house was up in flames. The fire was so hot, but I had to save them. Only it was too late, because they were lying dead near the doorway. They even put a bullet through the forehead of my nephew. He was so small, so fragile, and I couldn’t even save him.”

He falls quiet, and it seems like he’s finished. Soap knew it was bad, but wasn’t expecting something so tragic. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he just lays a hand on Ghost’s shoulder and squeeze it gently, deciding to risk the touch at this point. It seems to shatter something inside of him and he slumps over to lean on Soap’s shoulder.

“The men involved?” he asks quietly.

“Killed them all. Didn’t bring back my family, though. So yeah, Christmas fucking sucks, but at least I’m not alone this year. Didn’t know it would be easier with you here, but you always manage to help me stay calm. Should have expected it,” he says. His voice is tinged with exhaustion, and Soap knows he’s worn himself out.

“Thank you for trusting me with this. I, it’s, well it’s fucked up that you had to experience that. I know nothing I say can help make it much better, and I’m honestly not sure how you managed to get through it, but I’m grateful you did. I can’t imagine being here without you,” Soap says after a long moment. He knew Ghost has a shitty past, had heard about him digging himself out of his own grave, but this is a whole new level of horrible. If it happened to him, he can’t say he would still be here to talk about it.

“Price helped a lot. Pushed me through it and then kept me around,” Ghost says, turning to stare at the wall. Soap isn’t sure what he can offer at this point, but he has the feeling Ghost might not want to be alone after unloading all of this.

“Stay with me?” he asks, watching as Ghost’s shoulders rise up. He still isn’t looking at him, so he keeps talking. “I mean, you don’t have to, but I can’t imagine wanting to be by myself after such an intense conversation. Would feel bad if I let you go back to your room, really.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually sleep with the mask on,” Ghost says with a chuckle. And ok, he can work with that.

“So let me freshen up and get myself ready for bed. You can go after me, and I’ll just sleep on my side. I can keep my eyes shut, give you your privacy,” he suggests. Ghost finally turns to look at him, and there’s a telltale hint of red around his eyes. If Soap was still religious, he’d offer up a prayer that the other man agrees. He clearly needs comforting tonight.

“Yeah, ok,” Ghost mumbles. “Gonna change into my sleep stuff, though. I’ll get ready in my room and be back in a few.”

He practically leaps out of the bed, and Soap hopes he holds true to his word. He goes through his nightly routine on autopilot, not even aware of it until he’s crawling into his bed. He leaves the side of the covers up and turns onto his side to face the wall. It’s only just catching up to him that he invited Ghost into his bed, but tonight isn’t about him. He’d be offering the same closeness to Gaz if he shared something as horrific as Ghost just did.

If anything, this only proves how amazingly strong Ghost is. He had to reinvent himself twice, the second time with no one to support him. They’ve all seen and done some really horrendous things in the name of queen and country, but he can’t fathom coming home to find the burning bodies of his family at his feet.

He’s yanked out of his spiraling thoughts by the sound of the door opening and shutting. The clunk of Ghost setting down his boots seems impossibly loud in the silence, and he holds his breath waiting for Ghost to come to bed. He hears the muffled sound of Ghost removing his mask and setting it on the bedside table and fights the urge to turn around and look at his gorgeous face. He’s here as a friend tonight, and his feelings don’t matter right now.

The bed dips behind him, and the covers shift as Ghost settles in behind him. There’s an awkward few seconds where they both shuffle around trying to figure out how two large men can fit in such a small bed, but then Ghost sighs and rolls onto his side to frame Soap from behind. He slings an arm across Soap’s hips and presses his nose against the nape of Soap’s neck. The last thing he hears as he drifts off is a soft, “Thank you, Johnny.”

—

Unsurprisingly, Ghost is gone when he wakes up. The bed is still warm, though, so he knows he spent the whole night. He wishes he could have woken him up with a Merry Christmas, but understands his need for time to himself. Chris, last night had been a lot. Hopefully he can still provide a little holiday cheer tonight, but even if they eat in silence he’ll have a great time. Every second spent at Ghost’s side is a better gift than anything he could ever fine underneath the tree.

He spends the morning in the gym, working out his frustrations. Life wasn’t fair, but it has been exceedingly rotten towards Ghost. He knows there isn’t anything he can do to change his past, but he’ll damn sure be here for his future. It feels like they crossed a line last night, but he’s not sure which one. Nothing romantic happened, but he feels closer to Ghost than anyone before. He’s willing to bet Ghost hasn’t opened up this much to many people, probably just Price, and he’s ashamed at how giddy that makes him feel.

They might not ever be together, but they’ll always be solid.

After lunch and a long, self-indulgent shower it’s easy to keep himself busy by running through last minute preparations. They hadn’t said anything about exchanging gifts, but Soap kept finding the perfect things for him.He knows Ghost will love the aged bourbon, even though it hurt his Scottish heart to buy it. There’s also a new knife that came highly recommended by their armorer and a deck of cards with holographic skulls on them. Wrapping was never his strong suit, but he managed to slap some paper onto his gifts. Sure, it looked like they were wrapped by a small child, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

He just finishes heating up the catering he picked up the day before and is about to text Ghost to hurry up and join him when his phone goes off. It’s an incoming FaceTime from his mother, and he decides there’s plenty of time to take it before Ghost swings by. He’s been missing his family all day, but they promised to call at some point.

“Ma! Happy Christmas!” he shouts, laughing as his entire family tries to crowd into the camera view.

“You’ll each get a turn, back off,” his mother says, already throwing elbows at his siblings and their kids. His dad stands next to her, silent as always but with a huge smile on his face. He lifts his glass in cheers, and Johnny waves back in response.

“We’re about to eat dinner, but It’s good to see you all. Make sure everyone gets hugs from me, even though I’m not with you this year. And pass out my presents! Make sure the kids know how much Uncle John spoils them. I want photographic evidence!” he says, laughing as one of his nieces tries to jump into the view again. His dad picks her up and wanders off, no doubt about to bribe her into behaving with cookies.

“I hope staying away is worth it,” his mother says, but she doesn’t look mad, just nosy. She’s been on him for months to bring his boy home, no matter how much he tells her they aren’t dating. Ghost is one hundred percent his boy, though, even if he hasn’t realized it yet.

“It’s worth every second away from you all,” he answers honestly, “I’ll be home as soon as we get more downtime, but you know why I have to be here. Thanks for understanding.”

“Anything for my baby,” his mom says, snorting when he scowls at her.

“You ever going to stop calling me that?” he asks, knowing full well she never will. He isn’t mad, not really, just likes to give her grief about it.

“If you didn’t want to be my baby, you’d have been born higher up the chain,” she tells him with a smirk.

“We can argue about it later. Let me get dinner on the table and then we’ll chat again later, yeah? We can pass around the phone so all the kids can show me everything they got,” he suggests, and his mom nods in response.

“Go feed your boy,” she tells him and ends the call before he can quip back at her.

“Not my boy,” he mumbles to the empty room.

But then someone clears their throat from behind him, and his heart sinks into his chest. Fuck. He spins around with a fake smile on his face to find Ghost standing there with his arms crossed.

“I’m assuming you heard all of that?” he asks with a grimace.

“You lied about your family not being together,” Ghost says, though he knows it’s a question.

“Aye, I did. And I don’t feel bad about it. I couldn’t leave you here alone again. Like it or not, I’m here for you,” he says with a sharp nod. He’s already gearing for a fight, ready to be stubborn as hell about it, but what Ghost says next throws him off his game.

“Because I’m your boy,” he asks, and Johnny can hear the fucking smirk in his voice. He has a plain balaclava on today, which is as dressed down as Ghost seems to get.

“Don’t suppose you’d be willing to let that one go? We can forget about it,” he offers quietly. Because who is he to keep dreaming, right? He’s been dropping hints for at least a year now, and Ghost hasn’t taken the bait. He teeter-totters between thinking the man returns his feelings to thinking he barely tolerates him. Regardless, he meant what he said and he’ll be standing by his side as long as Ghost lets him.

“And if I don’t want to forget it? What if I wanted to be your boy? Though I’d prefer man, if we’re being honest here,” Ghost says, and he freezes while his brain catches up.

“You fucking with me?” he asks, just because he needs to know, needs to be sure before he makes a fool of himself. Well, more of a fool than he already has.

“No, but we could fool around later if dinner goes well,” Ghost tells him, laughing as he reaches up and pulls the mask off. He tosses it onto the table, barely missing the salad bowl.

And fuck, he’s a bonnie lad. Soap can’t even speak, just stands there staring at him, eyes trailing over every exposed inch of his face, committing it to memory in case this is the last time he sees it for a while. “You’re stunning,” he whispers in awe. Then he has the pleasure of watching Ghost’s face darken, the apples of his cheeks turning pink and making the freckles dotting them stand out even more.

“Shut up,” he murmurs before stepping closer. “But yeah, I’m all in if you want this too. Want me. I’m sick of wasting time. Maybe next year we can be with your family instead of me keeping you stuck on base.”

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life,” he says truthfully. “And I’d rather be stuck here every single year if you prefer it. But you heard my Ma. She wants you home with me.”

“Let’s make sure we make it to next Christmas, then,” he jokes, but there’s a hint of worry in his tone.

“Never letting go of you now,” Soap warns him with a laugh. Ghost chuckles and moves in so close the toes of their boots touch.

“Hard to let go if you haven’t even touched me yet,” he points out. And fuck if his smirk isn’t as lovely as Soap had imagined. It’s crooked, a scar bisecting the left side, but it’s perfect to him.

“Better fix that. Can I kiss you, Ghost?” he asks softly.

“Simon. Call me Simon when we’re alone,” he says breathily, and Soap knows how out of his comfort zone he is right now.

“Simon, can I kiss you? Please?” he asks and Simon just nods at him.

And so he does. He cups Simon’s cheeks, brushing a thumb across the constellation of freckles there, and leans in to press their mouths together. It seems almost anticlimactic after all their flirting, but the feel of Simon’s chapped lips against his is one of the best things he’s ever experienced. He can almost feel the tension leave both their bodies as they melt into each other. He keeps things light, pulls back before thinking better and darting back for another quick kiss.

Kissing Simon isn’t a burst of fireworks, but it’s like coming home which is even more perfect.

“Would now be a good time to tell you I’m really fucking in love with you?” he asks teasingly.

“Only if I can say the same,” Simon says, chuckling as he palms the back of Johnny’s head and drags him into another kiss.

And if they stand there kissing in the middle of the rundown rec room, lost in each other long after their dinner has gone cold, it’s no one's business but their own.

[sadie-bug345]

greasers when they’re sick

i myself have been deathly ill for the past week so whilst i am bedridden i’m writing this🤡🙆‍♀️🤩 ANYWAYS LETS GO

ponyboy:

hates missing school solely cause my guy despises talking to teachers abt what he missed

also cause he thinks he gets super behind when guy just skipped one day of school😭

probably holes himself up in his and sodas room and when soda comes in to check on him after work it’s like PITCH black and pony is just sitting in a pile of tissues

”what do YOU want?” says pony with a voice similar to kermit the frog cause bros nose is SO stuffed up

and soda just assumes pony is in one of his moody, poetry reciting moods again and slowly exits the room, leaving only a baloney sandwich in his wake💀🤡😭

johnny:

def the type to not accept help

like he would go to school sick and the second someone brings up how his voice is screwed up he’s like 😐”what’re you sayin bout me?”

if the gang does quarantine him to a room he’d def just be able to entertain himself and prob come up with his own secret language and fictional multiverse or smth

idk he just gives the type to be fully okay with being alone for a bit but the meds he’s on make him all wacky too so it’s an interesting mix for sure

sodapop:

i’m sorry this guy has the most nastiest cough 😭

idc if he doesn’t smoke a lot he just got those mucusy coughs

other than that everyone’s having a good time, making jokes and feeling good and then soda pauses his laughter and unleashes the most rattley cough and then everyone just goes quiet and he just looks like 😃

definitely unfazed by sickness in general

until one day my guy just has the worst time and breaks downnnn🥰

we’ve all been there too esp when you’re sick and shit just goes downhill and everything sucks and you hate everything and everyone

darry:

now johnny doesn’t accept help but that’s NOTHING compared to darry

he has peak older-sibling syndrome and is just used to only helping other people

so when those people that he takes care of flip the script, my guy is just weirded outtt

like he def appreciates two trying to make him soup but he just doesn’t know how to react

goes lowk crazy with not being able to work or straighten up the house just cause he always feels like he’s gotta do SOMETHING productive with his time

dally:

i’m sorry but guy is def the type to go to school FULLY sick and either not say a word about it or complain like a lil bitch the whole time

also he totally smokes while he has a cough like soda which is so unhealthy i can’t even😭

just overall his habits and life doesn’t get upended by “some fuckass cold” (his words, not mine)

like bro please you just gotta rest sometimes😭

the gang is able to get him to stay at the curtis’ couch one day and bro just WIPES OUT

istg he’s out for like 15 hours straight in the full daytime and everyone is scared to walk past in case they wake him up

but dally is a crazy heavy sleeper so he actually gets a lot better after calming down for once🥰

two-bit:

honestly stays home from school like a normal person

except bro gets one cold and then just doesn’t show up to school for like two weeks😭

and it’s not cause he’s a wimp it’s just cause guy finds an excuse to skip out for a so called “vacation” and he rolls with it

and then he’ll just spawn back in on campus like a month later like nothing happened and everyone just expected two to take a dare too far and end up in the hospital🤡

steve:

CANT STOP WONT STOP

bro just pushes thru the pain😭

he probably takes way too much of the recommended dose of general meds (don’t do this please🧍‍♀️)

and then goes all loopy for hours straight

and people are kinda sus about it but honestly it’s steve so who is really all that surprised

LMAO THAT SOUNDS MEAN SORRY STEVE

ANYWAYSSSS i think imma post a romantic kinda sick reader x greaser thing so that’ll hopefully come out soon while im still coughing my lungs out🫶

[reidslovely]

there were two things that came to mind the first being peter yelling at her and he’s never done that before so reader trying to avoids him for the rest of the day and when she does interact with him she’s silent or acting almost robotic

the second one that came to mind was them getting into a fight and her trying to quit

i see your second thought being super plausible honestly, but let’s combine them. peter is very particular about his schedule and follows it to a t for the most part. the fight started the first or second week she works for him. all over a missed appointment and she swears she wrote it down, but peter is upset because he doesn’t have time for this meeting. he’s got lab time, and a presentation today. he doesn’t have time to meet with this potential investor today.

“what do you mean you missed a appointment!” peter yelled. the slight raise in his voice shocked her as well as him. he cleared his throat and left his suit jacket on the back of his desk chair. “can you not operate the shared calendar i swear doll it’s like you’re completely helpless sometimes.”

that comment strikes a nerve, and it doesn’t help she’s already on the verge of tears from him yelling. peter’s never made her feel so small. in fact he’s only ever been encouraging. and supportive of her she wasn’t helpless, she was learning the ropes of this company still. and her boyfriend being who he was didn’t help, everyone else just assumed she batted her eyes and but her lip to the position.

“well i’m sorry pete.” she jokes dryly lightly trying not to show her hurt. “we can’t all be a super genius”

“yeah but i expected better from you.” all over a calendar

he walks away annoyed. she doesn’t know if it’s with her or the situation but the tone of his voice alone makes her sick to her stomach. she brings him his lunch quietly and doesn’t bother to eat with him like she usually does. she keeps their interaction short and firm.

“doll can you make a call for me?”

“sure.” she nodded not even looking at him as she takes the paper.

“doll.” his voice sung out later, “will you get these filed for me?” he kissed her temple hands on her shoulders squeezing. she shrugged him off nodding.

“right away mr. parker.”

he was thinking of a way to apologize. sending flowers to her desk probably wouldn’t do much and may insight a few scoffs from other employees. not wanting to embarrass her he settled on waiting till they were alone in the building to formally apologize.

but she comes into his office a few hours later before they leave to go home with her two weeks in shaky hand.

“doll..what’s this?” peter asked reading over the paper, hand reaching out for her shaking one pulling her closer to him.

“i don’t wanna work for you. i’m..i’m scared it’ll ruin our relationship.” she mumbled out tears threatening her eyes. peter’s heart swelled in his chest feeling lodged in his throat. “and i really like being your girlfriend and i love you and i don’t..i don’t want you to yell at me over a stupid google calendar.”

“oh doll..no. i was upset earlier i didn’t mean it. i wasn’t even upset at you it was just time stress.” he sat her on his knee. arm wrapping around her waist holding her in place to look at him. “i wasn’t mad or disappointed at all. i know i said something really hurtful and i’m very sorry. and i’m even more sorry for yelling at you.” she sniffled as he spoke, her hand resting on his chest flattening out some wrinkles. he whispered softly to her his free hand rubbing her side.

“i want you here. okay? but if you want to quit i understand and i won’t stop you but i’ll be sure to use my words more carefully and i will never raise my voice again. i am so sorry and i’m going to do better.”

the care in his voice made it easy to believe him, that and his big doe eyes staring into hers assuring her this was the truth.

“don’t ever yell at me again and i’ll stay.” she bargains. peter laughed bobbing his head.

“deal.”

“and i want a raise. for dealing with you here and at home” peter laughed this time throwing his head back.

“i’ll talk to human resources about the ethical standards about that.” he responds standing her up off his lap. as he packs up his office for the night.

“m.j.’s your human resources officer i think she’ll agree with me.” you hummed turning the light off as they left the room.

[fictionalslvr]

SYNOPSIS: At your twenty five birthday, you decided to do a big party. The problem is, a noise complaint is made by the old couple of neighbors next to your house, that's when a young handsome cop appears at your door.

PAIRING: Rookie Cop¡Re2 Leon x chubby f¡reader

WORD COUNT:3.432k

WARNINGS: Smut! Switch¡Leon. Sitting on his face, explicit content and descriptions, smut with plot, cunnilingus, whiny Leon etc.

NOTES: PLEASE listen to "birthday sex" while reading, it sure brings a whole new experience to it. Sorry if this is a very hushed story, had a lot to do on it, and feels hushed for me :( anyways, enjoy. I'm not a chubby woman, but i tried to represent who is, sorry if i did any mistakes on it.

The twenties, the phase where everything is changing. Everything seems new, you’re discovering life again, meeting people, getting to know new things and the most important, your life is probably adjusting at this age, is where you will understand yourself, get some self recognition and finally know what you want to do for the rest of your life. So, to celebrate this important phase, the most common thing to do is a celebration, a birthday party! You, yourself, were not someone that goes often to parties or clubs, but completing twenty five years? It’s a deserved party that you’re going to have tonight. The first thing to do was shopping, and nothing better to do so with a friend, no?

You are currently with a friend in a local shop, looking for clothes appropriate for the occasion.The old lady that runs this shop is a cute one, and you know her since a kid. When you got there, she greeted you with a brilliant smile, her little eyes twinkled as she almost closed her eyes, the biggest smile just for you. The doorbell made your both presences noticeable to her, the place is well cared for, always giving you comfort as soon as you step inside. She keeps saying about you grown, the old lady behind the counter makes you want to bend over and give her a tight hug. Miss Evans was too old to keep working as she is now, but she just loves the shop, as anyone in the town, she can’t leave the place like this. And honestly, you just bought clothes from this gray haired old lady since a kid, you wouldn’t buy anywhere else.

When she’s done greeting you and your friend, you both go towards the dresses section.

Holding a tight red dress in your hands, you put it in front of your body looking at the mirror and just letting it escape a sigh in defeat. He’s too formal for this celebration. Either way, you’ve been a bit insecure about your body recently, you never were the skinny type of girl, and growing more and more chubby as the years passes by isn’t helping. You’re not obese, that’s for sure. But finding someone is way harder for you.

—”This one is too formal, I'm looking like a girl on her fifteenth birthday.” You sigh once again, looking away as if looking for another dress. Your friend was helping you in this task, a lot of other dresses you proved this day looking for the perfect one, hanging in her arms as she looks frustrated for not helping you.

—”No worry, we’re gonna find you something casual —but not that much— until the night comes.” The soothing words are more for her, than you. Panic all over you two. All you can hear is your friend slurping a milkshake in her hands, the dresses almost falling from her arms.

—”How about…this one? It’s not very casual, nor too formal.” You bat an eye on it. Eleonore is holding an ocean blue dress in her free hand, a bodycon one that is backless behind. Your whole expression changes with it, your lips parting slowly in shock.

Putting the one red dress back to its place, you take the ocean blue one from the hand of your friend. Putting in front of your body, you’re scared it won’t fit, because you’re simply amazed by it.

—”I’m going to prove this one.” Eleonore's face lights up, she nods with her head, already putting the others' dresses back on the original place as you head to the changeroom. Closing the curtains, you slip down your clothes, putting the dress up with caution.

It fits perfectly. Like it was made for you. You felt like Cinderella putting on the crystal tiny shoe, your whole face shining in joy. You look at the mirror in front of you, twirling slowly in your heels to give you a total view of it. It completely accentuated the curves of your body, your plumpy chest fitting nicely in the dress, he was a bit short, getting a bit above your knees, but that’s not a problem. You turn and look over your shoulder, seeing the backless part with a big grin. That’s exactly what you’ve been looking for, all those approximately 3 hours are compensated with this specific dress fitting you like a glove. Even with your insecurity still hitting on the back of your head, this dress makes you look amazing. Stepping out of the dressing room, you face Eleonore, waiting for you. Her lips curl up in a smile.

—”You look perfect, girl! You’re stunning, really. I…have no words.” She giggles, putting one hand in front of her lips, expressing how shocked she is.

—”I know, I don't even look like me.”

—”Stop! You’re looking like a queen!” Her compliments got you smiling like a silly, Eleonore was always worshiping you, she could kiss the floor you stepped on to prove how pretty she sees you are.

—”Thanks, Eleo. You’re the best.”

—”Only the best for you! Now…this dress is your final choice right?” You nod with your head.

Stepping out of the local shop with a bag in hand, you and your friend are exhaling happiness all over, giggling and talking about the party you’re having tonight.

Of course that Eleonore helped you to prepare things, all day with you in your help, baking the cake, preparing drink and doing the decoration, everything in blue tones that look like your dress. And the house is all decorated in blue, looking so pretty and delicate that it makes you melt. You start to feel a drip of sweat rolling down your forehead slowly as the day passes by, all day carrying things, making the invites and all was hard.

—”Thanks for the help, Eleo.” Your voice sounds deep, all because of the hard job you did all afternoon. A box in your hands, you thank your friend for the help before the party begins.

When the night comes by, the moonlight makes the decoration even more pretty under the dim light of your home. As people come in, you greet all your friends. Soon the place becomes claustrophobic, lots of friends and the heat of their bodies taking over your house. Not to mention you, a dark blue makeup, and the pretty dress adorning your body, you were like a queen just as Eleonore said.

—”Looking stunning tonight, [name]!” One of your other friends says as you pass by, your shoes clicking on the floor, making a soft sound. You wave at them, a giggle escaping from your lips. Every inch you pass by, you hear a compliment, it’s really feeding your ego now.

Later, the party needed a bit more of music, as you turn up the volume of your speakers, with a drink in hands, you’re dancing with your friends, the scents all mixed, people having fun, everything is turned to you tonight, everyone looking at you, complimenting you and greeting with a happy voice saying ‘happy birthday’. You feel like a total star tonight. And maybe, your fame was not well seen by other people, specifically, your old neighbors, who didn’t like the loud music and sounds so loud at night. You just notice when someone knocks at your door, thinking it’s another guest who is later for it, you go open the creaky door.

Your jaw falls on the floor, you never expected to call the attention of cops this night. In front of you, there's a young blond man in a blue uniform, a badge on his chest that says ‘officer kennedy’, he’s probably a rookie judging by the way he seems nervous. Without any sign of beard, face all clean and skin probably softer than yours, he’s adorable, round face just making his doe eyes more cute. He has a good pair of baby blue eyes, that are fixed on your for longer than you thought before he started speaking.

—”Excuse me, ma’am. I received a noise complaint here.” The young man holds tightly into his uniform, pressing his own lips together and straightening his stance. And the way your body greets him, you’re unforgettable the exact moment his eyes dart to you.

—”Noise complaint…? But from wh—” You stop your own question, knowing right away it might be the older couple next home staring at the situation through the window from their house. You sigh, rubbing your temple with the hand who isn’t holding your drink. The old couple pulls the curtains, hiding their faces peeking at you.

—”I’m sorry officer, I'm not the type to do parties. But this is a special occasion.” With a grunt, you look away from him, and you can swear he didn’t take his eyes from your body. —”I can lower the music volume if that’s better. The party won’t last long.”

His doe eyes lifts up, he clears his throat before speaking. And the same way, his voice fails at the start of his sentence.

—”That would help, ma’am. But may I know what’s this…special occasion?” He lifts an eyebrow at you.

—”It’s my birthday.”

—”Oh. I guess it sure is a special occasion then.” Official Kennedy scratches the back of his neck.

—”Seems like I can't ruin your party, then. I wouldn’t do this…anyway.” He tries to joke, sounding awful as he tries to explain. You can't help but giggle at his silly behavior, pretty rare from a cop. He looks deeply into you as you giggle, letting an awkward laugh join yours.

—”So officer…Kennedy, right? I can count on you to leave this pass by this time?” Using all the charm you have, you try to convince him to leave this only this time. Leon looks at you, biting the inside of his cheeks as if he’s holding something back.

—”Nothing comes for free, ma’am.”

—”There’s no discount for the birthday girl?” He tilts his head to the side, thinking of any possibility to deny such a woman like you.

—”I…I can think about it.”

—”I’m not doing anything wrong, anyways. And I can give you something back in order to forget this...noise complaint.” You make a sound of ‘pop’ with your lips, the lipstick on it making Leon tremble like a little boy again.

—”Like what?”

—”Come on, officer. Don’t play dumb…I could see you staring at me.” His eyes darted to yours, his ears becoming red and he let it a gasp escape.

—”I’m sorry, it was hard…not to.”

—”No worries. I can give you what you want, and you can pretend the noise complaint never happened.”

—”I don’t know if this is right. I don’t even know your name.”

—”Come on, officer. I’m [name], now let’s get over this.” He looks down, specifically at your cleavage, and gulps down loudly. A soft malefic chuckle escapes from your lips.

—”Call me Leon, let’s get into my police car.” Leon almost sounds too eager for this. Because he is. You leave your cup on the desk next to your door and steps outside, closing the door and forgetting all about your birthday. He opens the door of the back seat and enters with you, closing the door next.

He sits there, uncomfortable as your knees touch his. When you let your weight fall down on the seat, he can feel that he’s about to pass out. Your big round thighs, all displayed to him as your dress slips up a little more. And your smell, he can feel it better at this proximity.

—”Gosh…this is…this is crazy.”

—”Are you okay with it, officer?” Showing him those cute eyelashes like this?

—”Of course.” He blurts out the words without thinking more. —”Is it okay with you? Don’t want you to think I do this with everyone who seduces me. Y-You’re the first one.”

You giggles, a hand leaning to grip on his shoulders to calm him down. That soothing voice flooding his brain.

—”First one? I’m flattered. And don’t worry, I'm okay with it. I’m not the type to seduce cops as well.”

—”Great…so…what will it be?”

—”What do you want, Leon?”

—”Honestly? ‘Want you to ride me, sit on my face, or…just…cum in your boobs.” He gets bold suddenly, your eyes widened with his sudden dirty talk. Leon is fumbling his fingers, looking down at his own lap as he can feel his pants tighter around his growing erection.

—”You’ll have to choose one, Leon.” You giggles, leaning closer to whisper in his ear.

—”Sit on my face.”

—”Are you sure? I’m a bit…heavy and—” Without letting you finish, he looks you in the eyes, making all your worries vanish.

—”Sit on my face, [name].”

—”Okay…”

He lays his back on the seat, waiting for you to prepare yourself. Thankfully, you’re with a dress, it will be easier. You position yourself above him, slipping down your panties all the way down to your ankles. Leon looks at your now exposed pussy, already wet because of his words.

—”Already soaked. Damn…” He curses under his breath, his hands being placed on your thighs, he can feel how his cock twitches just with the view of your body.

Without any warning, he pulls your body down, now your pussy against his lips as he whimpers with the contact, just as you do in surprise. Leon takes no time with it, like a hungry man, his tongue starts to circle around your clit with veracity. Your fingers slip down, tangled on his blond strands of hair underneath your body. The way his warm tongue feels on your clit, makes you squirm above him, arching your back with the dress still on. Honestly, you’re perfect with it on, Leon wouldn’t want you to take off as well.

—”So pretty, all for me. All for me, right?” His voice is muffled, but whiny. You can feel the tip of his nose against your clit now, he pulls his tongue inside of you, tasting every part of you he can, as his tongue slides into you.

His fingers tremble on your thigh, you can sense you much he wanted to taste you like this. Those angel eyes he had, they weren’t that angelic now, not when he was caught up by the devil. Anyways, forbidden things have a secret charm. Leon keeps whimpering under you, his tongue wasting no time to please you. He opens his eyes, just to drink that potion that is you, panting and shaking above his. His early baby blue eyes became dark in lust and pleasure. He keeps licking you, swirling his tongue around you as his nose does the job of stimulating you even more. You had your eyes closed, fingers locked on his hair, back arched and turned into a complete mess for him, desiring more, eager for more.

—”So pretty, so damn pretty. Want you to cum on top of me like this.” His words fall into deaf ears, you’re in a whole new world.

The sensual rocking of your hips is only telling him to keep going with his movements. From underneath your rear, you can feel a bothering bulge against the cotton of your dress. He’s so damn hard with this he could just keep eating you out and living like this forever. Your taste is something he won’t ever forget, so quickly, you took a big space of his memory, consuming him for more. His words and movements are driving you crazy, the good sensation taking over all of you, taking all your brain and making you dumb for more. You can feel a weird knot in your stomach, the one that tells you you're close, that is eager for more. Your voice fails as you try to let Leon know you're close.

—”Leon…i’m going to cum!”

—”Do it, fuck it, do it” — He has this urge just as you, his circling tongue getting more frantic to help you reach your limit.

In sync with his own pace, you start to feel dizzy. The party doesn't matter, your boring neighbors don’t matter, it's only the pleasure, the pleasure that this young cop is giving you with only his tongue and the tip of his nose. His fingers dig into your skin even more as the increasing feeling fills your chest. A loud moan comes out when you feel everything being drained out by him. The orgasm he just gave you made you shiver, still panting heavily with your lips parted. Leon takes everything, the bursting sensation you just had made him feel complete as he licks it all. You get up, pulling your panties back as there isn’t a single drop of your cum inside of you.

Sitting down on the backseat, you take a moment to recover, your head fallen back as your chest rose with joy, going up and down. Leon sits up, his eyes still exhaling lust and desire for you as he observes your body.

—”Can i kiss you? You’re so pretty, i-i can’t.” He whispers, as if it’s a secret. You chuckle softly and nod with your head.

Leaning closer and cupping his cheeks, you smile at him.

—”Thank you, Leon.”

—”I’m the one who should be thanking you here.” He bites his lower lip eagerly, and you can’t keep him waiting. You pull him to a deep passionate kiss, sharing your taste and the taste of your climax with your tongues together.

The deep kiss lingers for a long moment, because Leon doesn't want to stop, he wants to keep tasting all of you, your lips are just a new territory he’s already addicted to. You both are forced to break the kiss, searching for air as you look down at him, your foreheads together as he pants heavily.

—”I guess…there will be more noise complaints here, ma’am. I need to see you again.” You giggles, nodding softly. This is definitely not the last time you’ll be seeing this pretty cop.

—”Only if the cute cop gives me a discount.” Leaning closer, you give him a few brief kisses on the lips, seeing how his eyes and face melts for yours, he looks like a puppy this way.

—”This cop is going to give you more than that.”

You two stare at each other, both ruined, all sweaty but in total happiness for what just happened. As it hits you like a truck, you remember your party, the notification of your phone rings with a message, it’s Eleonore. You take your phone and look, before looking at Leon again.

—”I have to get back now.”

—”Oh…o-okay, right. I should probably come back to work too.” He straightens up, fixing his hair the best he can. The pleasure was so much that you both forgot everything around.

—”And…happy birthday, [name].” Leon says softly, you giggle, after this gift, there was nothing you could ask more. With your thumb, you pass it on his lips, taking out the mark of your lipstick on it.

—”Thank you, Leon.” Getting out of his police car, you pull your dress down again, waving at him as he chuckles and leaves, his eyes promising he will be back. Leon starts the car, reluctant as if he doesn't want to leave yet, the erection between his legs telling him to stay, but he knows this will be for another time you two meet. He sighs, looking at the steering wheel he's holding with his hands, now sitting on the driver seat as he watches your cute face, waving at him. He waves back, a nod and a smile as his car slowly vanishes on the road ahead. For a moment , you're sad, he didn't even have time for his own pleasure, and yet, you eager to see him again.

—”There you are! The birthday girl, where have you been?” A feminine voice makes you jump slightly in surprise, just behind you, it’s Eleonore with a big grin on her face, her voice dragged by the alcohol.

—”Just…receiving a gift.” She looks down at you, not good enough to notice a silly smile on your face, she shrugs, taking your hand to pull you inside the party again. But you know that the party won’t be the focus of your mind anymore. And Leon won't be focusing on his job as well, not when this twitching pain on his cock keeps reminding him, with images of what he just did with you, he wants more, he needs more of you. You should probably thanks the old couple of neighbors you have later, because of their noise complaint, you had this perfect night.

[akookminsupporter]

Hey Rosie, so i did a thing a decided to visit some taekook blogs to just read some of their theories to see if i could understand where they are coming from because no matter how hard i think about things, i just can’t for the life of me understand why someone will honestly still ship taekook in 2024 and even after watching everything Jikook have done for and to each other in years and when i tell you i lost braincells, believe me i did.

I’m one person who believes that people should be free to believe in what they want to as long as they are not being dismissive of other members bonds but i realized that, that is literally the only way taekookers cope. They are blatantly dismissive of Jk’s bond with Jimin and only acknowledge it when it comes to moments they cannot argue and then the want to play the “they are bestfriends so it’s normal” card even though just right before that, they were claiming how Jk arrived Yoongi’s concert and ignored Jimin. How can u say this and then when someone brings something which obviously shows how Jk cares about Jimin you are back to claiming that they are bestfriends even though you think Jk will arrive a concert and ignore his bestfriend just because he wants to cling to his “boyfriend”? Make it make sense.

I know that in the last years, jikook spaces have gotten really toxic and some jikookers are becoming as delulu as tkkrs but i will always thank God for the handful of sane jikookers we still have because trust me when i tell you that there is not a SINGLE sane taekooker in this world. All of them have either been brainwashed or are plain stupid. For the most part, most jikookers pay attention to facts to try to make sense of jikook. Yes we do have our theories but you don’t see Jikookers sticking to their theories as proof of the damn ship but this is the opposite for taekookers. They actually don’t care about the facts. They don’t care about what the boys have to say or what has actually happened all these years. They only care about their own interpretation of the boys actions and words.

You wouldn’t hear them bringing up tangible reasons as to why they think their ship is real. They will bring up reasons like the fact that taekook wore the same shirt on the same day and same time even though they were in different continents💀. They will bring up things like hearing taekook’s voices in each other’s Lives and the only proof they have for this are the voices in their heads.

I am one of those who believes that Jikook sometimes hide in each other’s Lives but i don’t believe this just because i see them look to a certain direction for 3 seconds or because i hear a random sound. My belief is backed up by the fact that we literally have evidence which has been consistent for over a decade which points to the fact that Jimin and Jk are the two who spend the most of their nigts together. I didn’t come to this conclusion by imagining that they do, i came to this conclusion because they have literally told us this so many damn times. So if i hear a voice or feel like someone else is in Jimin or Jk’s room at some odd hour, i am more inclined to think it is Jimin or Jk rather than anyone else because those two have a history of being in each other’s rooms the most, you get? It is the same as, if someone has a reputation of being a theif, if something gets missing everyone will most likely look to them first before anyone else.

Another thing that is really weird to me about taekookers is how they blatantly ignore everything we have witnessed Jikook do for years and then they hype up taekook doing some of those things for a 6 months period. This entire fandom has seen Jikook arrive and leave so many places together for years with or without tae present. We know that Jk has hung out with Jimin and his friends for years. Infact we saw Jk with Jm’s friends way b4 anyone ever dreamed of Jk hanging out with Tae’s wooga but when Jk did all these things with Jimin, it didn’t matter and it meant nothing but now, some of them consider it irrefutable proof that taekook is real because Taekook arrived and left a concert together ONCE in 10 years and because for the first time in a decade, Jk was seen hanging out with Tae and his friends for a period of time. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

Do you remember those days when taekookers used to swear that Jikook hanging out alot outside of work was proof that they weren’t real because according to them, no closeted couple in a homophobic country will expose themselves so much? Remember when JM and Jk sharing cars was fanservice? Remember how they downplayed Jk’s lives about JM in chapter two because it was “official content” but were praying Jk did the same for tae and when that didn’t happen, they switched their narrative to “Jk was forced” or “Jm needed promotion while tae didn’t”. I honestly don’t understand how they even make sense to themselves. Ask them why they think Jk and tae are a couple when there is literally evidence Jk spending birthdays and couple holidays with Jimin and not seeing Tae some times at all and they tell you, Jk and tae have to protect themselves by lying that they don’t. So you mean to tell me that Jk and Tae don’t feel the need to “protect” themselves when they are attending premiers or when tae is namedropping Jk 1783787 times or when Tae is coming to announce that Jk sings him a song but they only feel the need to “protect” themselves when it comes to admitting that they go to greet each other on birthdays?

You see that their entire premise of belief in their ship is making other people the villains in taekook’s lives. The big bad company who constantly separates the boys in camera, constantly forces Jk to do fanservice with Jimin, constantly cuts their moments, Jimin who constantly forces himself on Jk, who doesn’t respect his friends relationships, Jk who is lilly livered and cannot stand up and say no to the money hungry company, Jk who sometimes hurts tae by playing along with the “fanservice” and poor tae tae who has to sit there and take all of this. Poor tae tae who has a terrible soulmate and a boyfriend who cannot fight for him. He is the real victim in all of this. I honestly don’t know how they don’t see how incredibly stupid they sound.

Sorry for the rant.

Anon, thanks for the TED TALK.

Honestly, there is not much I can add. Thanks for taking one for the team and read what las vecinas are saying, you are a stronger person than me because I have never been able to do that. I think two of the key things for that group to stay afloat for so long are:

Not seeing original content.

Living in denial.

And that's why they will always be around, no matter what.