#i think christmas just before the movie came out

[bradshawsbaby]

Lt. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw As A Father (Pt. I)

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: I seriously cannot get enough of this man at the moment. I’m already planning a Part II for this one because Rooster and babies? Need I say more?

Warnings: Pregnancy/morning sickness/childbirth and, as usual, enough fluff to make your teeth melt.

- You and Bradley have always known that you wanted to have a family together. From the start of your relationship, you were very open about your desire to have children. Bradley, too, always wanted to be a father. He missed his parents terribly and longed for a family to call his own.

- The two of you had been actively trying for a baby since your wedding, but it wasn’t until almost a year into your marriage that you finally saw that little positive sign on your pregnancy test. You cried many tears of joy that day.

- Rooster was at work when you found out, so you spent the day trying to think of a good way to tell him.

- It was a few weeks before Christmas and the two of you had been planning to watch It’s A Wonderful Life that night, since it’s one of your favorite movies. An idea came to you then. You just hoped you’d be able to keep the secret until the time came to reveal the good news.

- Your heart was racing as you and Rooster sat snuggled up on the couch later that evening, sharing a bowl of popcorn. You knew the movie by heart, and you knew the exact moment when you wanted to reveal what you had discovered that day. You couldn’t help but glance up at your husband out of the corner of your eye at the start of the scene when Mary reveals to George that she’s pregnant with their first child.

- “I want my baby to look like you,” Mary tells George, beaming up at her beloved husband. You could understand the feeling.

- “You know,” you said at that moment, popping a few pieces of popcorn into your mouth in an attempt to mask your jittery nerves. “I have to agree with Mary on that one.”

- “What do you mean?” Rooster asked, brushing some of your hair behind your ear and looking down at you curiously.

- “I want my baby to look like you, too,” you told him, your eyes meeting his as you leaned back against his chest.

- “Your…your b-baby?” Rooster stuttered, his eyes widening in shock. You almost laughed at how adorably dumbfounded he looked. “Honey, does that mean you’re…?”

- “I’m pregnant,” you nodded, tears suddenly springing to your eyes, which you weren’t expecting in that moment.

- Rooster was quiet for a moment before letting out a loud whoop of joy, wrapping his arms around you tightly and lifting you up off the couch, swinging you around. “Best early Christmas present ever,” he whispered against your lips, kissing you tenderly.

- If you thought Rooster was an attentive husband before, he’s a hundred times more so during your pregnancy. That man would literally do anything for you.

- Need a back rub or a foot massage? He’s got you.

- Feeling a craving for ice cream at midnight? He’s driving to find an open store.

- Struggling with hormonal mood swings? He holds you when you cry and listens without judgment when you’re flying off the handle.

- You have terrible bouts of morning sickness in the first trimester. Rooster is always there to rub your back and carry you back to bed afterwards. Whenever he has to leave early for work, he makes sure to leave a pack of Saltine crackers on the nightstand, along with a note reminding you how much he loves you.

- He comes with you to all your doctor’s appointments, and he gets really emotional the first time he sees the baby on the ultrasound.

- Rooster loves getting to feel the baby kick. At night, when the two of you are lying in bed, he’ll often rest his head on your belly and talk to the baby.

- “Your mommy is the most beautiful woman in the whole world. I just want you to know that, Baby B,” he frequently says, using his favorite nickname for your child.

- Sometimes, he sings for the baby, too. It always makes you smile.

- “You know, the baby kicks the hardest whenever you sing ‘Great Balls of Fire,’” you laugh, imagining the baby dancing in your womb.

- You both decide that you want to be surprised and opt not to find out the baby’s sex.

- Phoenix, Bob, Hangman, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote take bets on what you’re going to have. Phoenix, Payback, and Coyote put their money on a girl. Bob, Hangman, and Fanboy think it’s going to be a boy.

- Rooster makes sure your hospital bag is packed weeks before your due date and has the route to the hospital planned to a T.

- When your water breaks in the middle of the night, Rooster is able to remain calm due to all his careful planning, despite the fact that he’s absolutely freaking out on the inside.

- He’s by your side through all twelve hours of labor and delivery, feeding you ice chips, wiping your forehead with a cool cloth, telling you over and over again what an amazing job you’re doing and how proud he is of you.

- “You got this, baby girl. You can do this. You’re so strong,” he whispers in your ear as you scream your way through another contraction. “Come on, honey. One more big push,” he tells you, squeezing your hand and supporting your back as you bear down one final time.

- Your baby comes into the world moments later, howling loudly and squirming vigorously.

- “It’s a boy!” your doctor announces, holding the baby up with a smile. The look of pride and awe on Bradley’s face melts your heart.

- You name him Nicholas Peter Bradshaw, in honor of his late grandfather and the man who will be like a grandfather to him.

- (Hangman gloats smugly when he collects his share of the bet money from Phoenix, Payback, and Coyote.)

- You truly didn’t think you could love your husband more, but watching him become a father makes you fall in love with him in a whole new way.

- Rooster adapts to fatherhood naturally. He loves holding Nick and talking to him about everything, walking him around your apartment and explaining to him what everything is. He’s willing to change diapers just as much as you are, and he often insists that you go back to sleep when your son wakes up in the middle of the night, promising that he’ll handle it.

- One time, while you were in the kitchen cooking dinner, Rooster fell asleep on the couch with Nick sleeping on his chest. When you walked into the living room and took in the sight, you thought your heart would explode with love. You managed to snap approximately 75 pictures of them on your cell phone, which you made your phone wallpaper for months.

- Even though he’s just a baby, Rooster starts teaching Nick everything he knows about aviation. He buys him toy airplanes and, as soon as he’s a few months old, starts taking him on trips to the naval base so that he can see the jets up close. Nick’s eyes alway light up and he gurgles happily, reaching for the jets eagerly.

- “He’s a natural. Gonna join the family business,” Rooster always tells you. The pride on his face and in his voice when he says that pierces your heart in the best way.

- Neither of you intentionally make the decision to start calling your son Goose. It just happens.

- You and Rooster were sitting on either side of your son’s high chair one day, trying to coax him into saying his first word. He’d come close several times at that point, but had never quite managed it.

- “Say Mama, Nicholas. Or Dada. Come on, my sweet boy,” you begged him in a sing-song voice, squeezing his hand.

- “Come on, buddy,” Rooster added, ruffling your son’s feather-soft hair. “Talk to me, Goose.” It just slipped out. Both of you had frozen at that, the emotions that came with that statement playing out on both your faces.

- “Dada!” Nicholas had suddenly exclaimed, laughing happily at your shocked expressions.

- Your son was Goose from that day forward.

- Not long after Goose’s first birthday, Rooster held you close in bed and whispered in your ear, “Let’s make another baby.”

- You smiled at that, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was not only an amazing husband, but also an incredible father. You couldn’t wait to grow your family with him. “That sounds like an excellent idea, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you told him.

- “Mm, I’m glad we’re on the same page, Mrs. Bradshaw,” he grinned, kissing your neck as you and he got to work on expanding your family that very night.

[weaver-z]

Ranking famous slashers (based on how likely they are to be cool with trans people)

(Disclaimer: this is a very silly ironic post for pride month).

Chucky (Child's Play)

In what can only be described as an "absolute hum-dinger" of an opening entry, we have Chucky, the only slasher who has (and explicitly supports) a transgender child. Sure. You know what? Good for him.

2. Ash Williams (The Evil Dead franchise)

"Uhh this guy isn't a slasher!" He has a chainsaw for a hand. He's killed 65+ deadites over the course of four movies and a goofy tv show with said grisly chainsaw hand. I will die on the hill that Ash is a good-aligned slasher. Anyway, Ash would also be happy to learn that trans women being more widely-accepted means there are More Women. He wouldn't even have to have being trans explained to him, he'd get it. He's dealt with so much weird shit, someone wanting to transition is nothing. Hail to the king, baby.

3. Herbert West (Re-Animator)

Herbert West looks so much like one of my trans guy friends in real life that I'm just going to decide that he's trans. My guy was synthesizing HRT in his wacky little lab long before he was filling vials with glowing green goo to raise the dead. He's still ranked lower than Ash, though, because he's kind of cringe in general. Sorry, Herbie baby

4. Bubba Sawyer (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Bubba definitely doesn't care about anyone's gender. He's killing them with chainsaws. That being said, the exceptions to this would occur within his own family. If one of Bubba's brothers came out as trans and you decided to be transphobic, Bubba would definitely cut you into even grislier, gorier little pieces than usual, because he's a bro like that.

5. Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

Jason is a conceptually hilarious character at this point, and between all of the deaths and resurrections and visits to Hell and more deaths and resurrections, he's probably had time enough to come to terms with trans people. He just wants to kill everyone at Crystal Lake, for god's sakes. Let him be. (Also, he fought a transphobe--I will explain this remark later in this post.)

6. Daniel Robitaille (Candyman)

Daniel's been dead for quite a while, so that might be a minor roadblock to his understanding of trans people. That being said, he seemed to navigate the modern world pretty deftly in the original Candyman. You might have to explain transitioning to him a bit, but he'd get the concept pretty quickly. He might still kill you with his hook, though. Sorry.

7. Carrie White (Carrie)

Carrie is in a complicated place, because yes, she was raised in a very sheltered, evangelical environment, but we must consider that she is a girlboss and a girlbeast. My verdict? After an initial period of "not getting it," Carrie would throw herself whole hog into being a trans ally. If you are trans, Carrie will be there to light transphobic people on fire. This is not an offer, it is a statement of intent. Be ready for her arrival.

8. Michael Myers (Halloween)

I think that Michael forgot what gender is a while back.

9. Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs + other movies)

Uuugh... see, I think that Hannibal would absolutely use the right pronouns and name for a trans person, but he'd definitely ask those really annoying "tell me, Will" style questions about your gender over a plate of definitely-not-human liver and fava beans. "Do you feel as though you are step in step with God Himself when you take your estrogen pills, as though your are joining in the act of divine creation?" No, Hannibal, she is just transitioning. Please chill.

11. Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)

Diversity win and loss: Billy Lenz is the world's first trans-inclusive radical misogynist! :/

12. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher (Scream)

Ghostface fans, I am so sorry, but these are two misogynistic teenage boys from the 90's. I do not have high hopes for them.

13. Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street)

This guy is the transphobe Jason fought. Booooo. Tomatoes. I'm throwing tomatoes!

[4ngeldusstt]

Sweet and violent

A/N: (cute ash and fluff) this is random i dont really know what the fuck is this or how i got the idea i just wrote and this came out anyway next thing imma give u it’ll be better i promise <3

Warning: none

Word count: 830

Part 2

Today was your favorite day of the whole year, the one you waited for and everyone that knew you was aware of how much you loved it.

Halloween.

Since you where little your parents made this tradition of making halloween night like christmas, each year they put up decorations all around the house, you would watch horror movies and bake cookies with your mum, just like christmas night but spooky and they would give you some little gifts that fitted the theme, this year you got spider web socks, candy and a book about this serial killer that you’ve been wanting.

Like every year, there was a party going on tonight and for sure you were going, you’ve been planing your outfit since last year, you tried so hard to outdo each years costume and people awaited to see what you came up for each year.

Kat picked you up along with your friends, but before going to the party y’all made a little stop at Fez’s store to get some drinks and some of your friends wanted something to get high, Fez was your best friend even though you were head over heels in love with him, but keep it a secret. Your parents loved him and ash so much they even got ash a present this year. You were so excited to see his reaction that you couldnt wait to give it to him so you brought it with you cause you knew you were going to stop by.

“Hi fez!” You said entering the place a smile appearing on your face at the sight of him

“Ay babygirl how you doin’?” “Damn ma look atchu lookin all pretty, come on give me a lil spin let me see u in that lil costume of yours.” He said grabbing your hand as he gave you a spin making you let out a little giggle, he was admiring every detail, you did in fact look beautiful.

“How’s the night going? Whatcha got this year huh?” He knew for so many years and for a fact knew tonight was your favorite thing in the whole world.

“Spider web socks and a book about this serial killer that i wanted sooo bad.”

Some people might think you were weird, but for him you were just perfect, he loved hearing your talk about true crime and murders even if it was a weird topic, he loved to see how your eyes lit up talking about the things you were interested in.

“Thats cool ma.” He flashed you a smile.

“I almost forgot, my parents left a little present for ashy at my house!”

“Oh shit really? Thats sweet he’s in the back.”

You gave him a nod as you entered a fridge that lead to a not so secret room in the back of the store.

“Hey y/n! Happy halloween, you look pretty.”

“Thank you sweetheart, here, this is for you.” You gave him a paper bag that had Ash written in the front. You could see his face lighting up.

The bag contained some halloween candy, chocolates and a game that he’s been wanting for the longest time, it was quite violent but knowing this kid it was nothing he was scared about, he’s seen and done some shit.

“No way!! Oh my god y/n! Thank you so much, i’ll come by tomorrow to thank your parents too in person.” He gave you the biggest hug, he was actually happy and it made you all warm inside to see him act like an actual kid.

“Im glad you like it little one.” You said patting his head, as fez entered the small room.

“Look bro! Theres so much candy in here and look, the game i’ve been wanting!”

“Thats cool little dude, you happy?”

He nodded happily bringing the plastic case to his chest.

Before heading out you stopped right in front of Fez “I got something else for you but you’ll have to wait after the party, but here’s something.” you gave him a cherry sucker and winked at him.

“See you at the party?” You said before exiting the room.

“Of course ma” he was mesmerized, his only thought were attempts to discover what you had prepared for him, why after the party?

“See you guys later, love you” they both said their goodbyes back as you exited the store making your way to the car with the rest of your friends as Maddy entered to get some stuff she needed really quick.

“Hey fez, is ash in the back?”

“Yo mads, wassup? Yeah he in the back.”

After she got her stuff she stoped facing him, with a teasing look in her face.

“You know? We went shopping yesterday and y/n got some cute stuff from Victoria’s Secret, you can guess what your surprise will be.” She said laughing and made her way out, leaving just Fez in there, thoughts running through his head.

“fuck, this girl is going to be the death of me.” He mumbled to himself.

[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

[kirascottage]

dating jj maybank

jj maybank x gender neutral. reader

word count: 1.8k

cw: headcanons, overall domestic fluff, angst if you squint till ur visions blurry, mentions of poor emotional expression, mentions of sex / sexual innuendos, mentions of fighting / injury, strong pda, kissing, consensual groping, swearing, soft!jj

okay so this is the first time i’ve ever written dating headcanons so i’m gonna try my best

• jj and expressing emotions are a very complicated duo and almost everyone knows it, including you. he knows how he feels for you, and feels it strongly, but the way it comes out of his mouth is like gibberish and completely not understandable. 

“so you know — like — i don’t know, man. i feel heavy for you, like do you feel heavy for me, too?”

“jj, i don’t even know what heavy means in this context and what you’re referring to.”

• but he comes from a good place, and you come to know, learn and love that, because well he loves you, and with jj you just have to infer by his mess of words.

• this boy tries to be as romantic as possible but he’s literally never had a s/o before. the only thing he knows are one nighters so there is a lot that pope and john b advise him on because miscommunication is quite literally the worst. (stated by john b himself)

• for this instance and the sake of the headcanons: you are a member of the pogues, through and through.

• so most of the time you’re together, the pogues are there too. even dates. they love to occupy and jj could shout at the top of his lungs how they are the biggest cock-blockers to ever exist and they would not care. 

• so at that point he doesn’t even try to keep his hands to himself, he will touch you or quite literally make out with you in front of anyone and everyone he can.

• i mean he can get a little protective. (also considering he would never let you around his dad because he wants to protect you and would never let you near anyone that could hurt you) 

• i mean this guy would fight for you till the very end; punches thrown countless of times and harsh words absolutely shouted more times than you could count on your fingers, but no matter how many times you chastise jj, he would never stop to defend your honour because at the end of the night you’re the one playing with his hair and kissing his cuts and bruises.

• especially after everything as well with rafe, topper and the kooks he just wants everyone (including the tourons you see once a millennium) to know that you and him are romantically involved and you are very much taken.

• he even lets the most irrelevant people know the both of you are dating because he loves you that much:

“okay, babe, here me out—”

“jj a whole group of kids just asked me about our relationship! i love you, but the whole population does not need to know that we’re together.”

“obviously we can't tell the whole population! or I would, duh.”

•  even though he could blabber on about everything about you, including what shampoo you use and which perfume of yours is his favourite, affection is more his style: 

• this includes walking around with his hand in your back pocket because wearing anything but jean shorts is really not an option in that heat, (and this does include ass grabbing at every opportunity he can)—

• — his hand gently placed on your thigh while driving / while he’s next to you, interlocking pinkies 98% of the time as you walk together —

• — and peppering kisses is always happening. whether they’re ticking at your checks, suffocating your neck or affectionately placed on your forehead he’s always kissing you.

• other key, and essential, things that come to mind are that his arm is always around you; after everything that’s happened to him he just needs to physically know you’re there and that’s enough to subdue him.

• it’s almost routine for him arm to go around your waist or your shoulder, whether you’re tall or short, tbh he doesn’t really care, his arms and lips are always on you.

• dating jj is dating a teenage boy with absolutely no impulse control and zero control over what he says—

“I mean, dude, if you think about it, why isn’t a banana called a yellow if an orange is called an orange? and why are phones called ‘telephones’ like who the fuck came up with that crap?”

or

“i mean, hey, we could bang out here and it’s not like anyone would know. like jb could be out in the living room and be like clueless.”

“jj, there’s two windows pointing directly at us. i think he would know.”

• —if you don’t understand then he definitely does not either.

• you also flip each other off a lot and people are like ??? but you both are like — fuck you —(affectionate & full of love with my middle fingers)

• one thing he does know is how to flatter you, whether he’s obnoxiously winking at you or bringing you flowers with his tips from work, or he picked them himself, it’s all in the effort.

• any effort from you is like kids getting their favourite toy they’ve been wanting on christmas, for instance: anytime you bring him food, or offer to stay with him at john b’s is like swelling up his heart to the maximum.

• so when he’s not with you, or the pogues, which is rare he is outside. and jj is like diego the explorer he always finds little places just for himself, or for this instance with you.

• so a lot of dates include going to these secluded spots: sometimes it’s a picnic, or a walk, and stargazing is his absolute favourite as he listens to you drone on about the constellations and even just watching the sky with your presence next to him is so comforting and makes him feel safe. 

• of course when the pogues find out they’re brutal with their teasing.

“awww, look at the cute and happy couple!”

“my wittle babies, growing up so fast.”

“god, kie, you make it sound like we’re five?!”

• speaking of alone time, jj loves to cuddle when you guys are alone and that’s one thing he’s not fond of being teased about.

• his head is firm on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist and his leg flung over your hips. to him it’s just a perfect way to start and end the day.

• he also loves to watch movies while cuddling and he has a set of movies and their genres completely memorized for the occasion.

• he has such a good memory to the weirdest things. like he can state in the exact order your makeup routine, or talk about all the caves and sinkholes in yukatan but ask him how many states there are in america and he’s completely bummed.

• back to what i was saying, cuddling and movie times together.

• he’s the little spoon i will not argue with anyone about this, especially if something happened that day.

• like if rafe pissed him off, some kooks stepped on his toes, his dad had been particularly agitated that day or he was just frustrated. your embrace is what keeps his together. he just loves the feeling of your arms around him, essentially protecting him.

• and the pogues always get a kick out of it when they see you too snuggled in the morning. they even take pictures, a lot of pictures of everything and anything they can. 

• their fav times to take pictures is when you both are off guard: like when he’s putting his hat on you, he’s sharing his juul with you, you guys are laying together on the boat or maybe your surfing together in the water.

• he’s surprisingly intimate about everything even though they’re such mundane things for him.

• he expresses his love for you by actions rather than words. for example, he has a guitar (an absolutely beat up one with missing strings and chipped wood, but he says it has more character that way as well as your signature on the back of it)—

• —and just strums it for you absolutely whenever and however your mood is because no matter what its always calming. sometimes he even hums a little tune or starts singing a bit.  

• another few ways he depicts his love for you is by shoving his baseball hat on your head (the one that absolutely nobody is allowed to wear) because he doesn’t want you frying in the sun or dying of heatstroke.

• a lot of his tank tops are now yours because they’re so comfortable and you can wear them literally anywhere.

• he shares, only with you but, he shares. his rings are on your fingers, his bandana is around your neck, his boxers are your sleep shorts, and he absolutely eats that shit up.

• he also gets extremely comfortable with you, like even more than john b in a way. example: you could just be chilling, his arm wrapped around your neck and — boom — he’s shoving your face in his armpit and trying to tickle you.

• it gets to the point where the pogues are so used to it and sometimes even they join in because they even like being included in on your affections but would absolutely rather drown than admit it. they love watching their two best friends love grow for each other, and they're happy jj has found sanctuary to love and be with someone freely. 

• speaking of love, jj is also like a puppy: praise, reassurance and kisses are the way to his heart and staying there.

• i’m gonna say it, jj has self confidence and love issues. they are not detectable at all but with his mother gone and the way his father treated him, there’s shit buried in his heart that it takes awhile for him to open up about.

• once he does: he cries, and he cried a lot. but after that it was like never letting go again. he trusts you with his whole heart and soul and he knows you won’t take advantage of that.

• the way you both accept each other into each others lives is so important to him no matter where you live, who you are and what your family is like everything counts for him and that just makes you the person who you are. 

• dating jj can be complicated and messy and wonderful and passionate and relationships aren’t easy but he would def be worth it <3

[javierpinme]

Out of Commission

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Rating: T (but this page is 18+ only so minors do not read/interact)

Warnings: Idk is being sick a warning (?), fluffy fluff, unestablished relationship, coworkers/friends, pining, this is pretty tame but if I miss anything as always let me know!

Summary: Marcus is sick at work and you drive him home to take care of him.

A/N: This is as self indulgent as it gets. I was making some tea for my sister who is sick and I thought about what it would be like to take care of Marcus when he’s feeling under the weather.

Masterlist

His sneeze startles you out of your concentration when it reverberates in the quiet conference room.

A wave of sympathy sweeps through you for the man sitting way on the other side of the table and while you find his determination to finish the job admirable all you want to do is take care of him.

Not that he would know—watching him from afar get married, then divorced, date someone else, get engaged, only to get reunited back in DC when he transferred over after yet another failed relationship.

The fact that he was back was bittersweet for you, the sting of his confidence taking a clear hit made you want to travel all the way to where this Teresa was and knock some sense into her of how she could possibly choose another man over Marcus.

You would think you’d be happy that he’s back in your life and single, stars aligned and whatnot, but his clear dismissal of getting back in the dating game anytime soon paired by your anxiety over ruining the one constant and reliable friend in his life didn’t seem right.

So you do what you’ve always done—pine and keep silent about it, no matter how much your chest flutters with every smile he directs your way between paperwork.

Another sneeze breaks you from your trance and you finally take action, the sound of your office chair squeaking directs his attention to your movement towards him.

“Marcus, you need to go home. You’re clearly falling apart at the seams.” 

You cringe at a particularly nasty cough and gently squeeze his shoulder in comfort, tsking at his hoarse response. “I’ll be fine.”

“C’mon. Even big strong FBI men get sick. Let's get you in bed.”

He huffs in amusement as you grip onto his bicep to help him up and while you've always admired the hard muscle he's kept up with over the years his soft stomach that's come with age peeking over his trousers is what you love.

“You comin’ with me?”

His smirk adds a pang in your chest that the very thought is said in amusement, turning your face away from his attention to hide the unintentional hurt from his statement, but if you had just looked a little longer then you would have seen the longing in his eyes.

You quickly pull yourself together and laugh it off with a lighthearted response. “Someone has to make sure you’re fed and hydrated.”

Luckily, the two of you carpool to work since traffic in DC is not for the fainthearted so you steal his keys before he has the opportunity to walk to the driver’s side and open the passenger side door instead to help him in.

“I don’t trust you to keep us both alive if you drive.”

His responding laugh makes you smile until it turns into another coughing fit, you open his glove box and grab some cough drops to temporarily soothe him until you get home.

His home, you clarify internally to yourself.

You're greeted with the aroma of that candle you bought him for Christmas that he tells you he lights every time he comes home because it reminds him of the sugar cookies you bake every year. 

The living room is the setting of your many drunken classic movie nights. The night is the highlight of his week, but you don’t know that. Laughter and teasing filling in between bathroom breaks or beer refills, but always silent when it came to Rick and Ilsa's scene in Casablanca.

You usually have less of a filter due to the alcohol and it’s the only time you close the distance on the couch, cuddling into his side and laying your head in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

He doesn’t fight you when you pull him into his bedroom, the first time you’ve stepped in the self proclaimed forbidden room, and cover him with blankets on the bed while you make him something to eat in the kitchen.

Fortunately, he had some soup delivered the night before so all you had to do was reheat it on the stove while simultaneously filling the kettle to make tea as well.

“Fuck honey, how are you so good to me?” He groans and it brings a shiver up your spine when you go back upstairs to bring him lunch, dismissing the feeling as soon as it arrives.

This is not the right time.

His hands overlap yours longer than necessary during the transfer of his tea, the warmth of his hands building more heat through you then the ceramic mug itself.

You take the opportunity while he eats to go into his bathroom and grab all the medicine he would need and a humidifier to set up a little station on his bedside table. Soaking a washcloth under the steady stream of cold water for you to wring out and put on his forehead since you had noticed a faint flush on his cheeks earlier.

You walk back to him groggily acknowledging your presence and without thinking about it, you lay the cold washcloth on his forehead and rake your fingers through his hair under the pretense that he might not remember under the haze of his possible fever.

He hums in content from your ministrations, his eyes fluttering shut and his slow soft breaths causing goosebumps to form on your arm.

“Marcus.” You coo into his ear to keep your tone light in case he’s about to fall asleep.

“Hmm. S’warm.”

A puff of air comes out of your nose at the crack of his voice, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from spilling out any confessions during his current state, and you twirl your fingers around tufts of his hair that have grown out. 

“I’m going to go. Are you okay?”

You lift up from your spot on his bed but pause when he grabs your wrist to pull you back down.

“Stay here. Please.”

You don’t have the heart to reject the man below you so you concede with a nod and a soft smile.

“Okay, I’ll set up on the couch to give you some privacy but I will be checking up on you.”

You’re confused when he shakes his head and repeats himself. “With me.”

 A familiar warmth reaches his eyes that you recognize as what’s reflected back at you through the mirror behind Marcus in the corner booth of your favorite diner when you celebrate the closing of a case.

You freeze when he scoots over to make room for you and you wonder if he is only acting like this because he’s not feeling well, and not because his feelings match yours. 

But Marcus never says anything unless he means it, steadfast in his feelings no matter how much it can backfire on him, and hope floods through you when he grabs your hand, his thumb grazing your knuckles.

“Okay, but I should get changed.” 

He offers you his clothes so you sort through his drawers to find those gym shorts you’ve been ogling him in since the two of you were in the academy together, a silent moment of triumph when you find them and one of his t-shirts to bring into the bathroom.

Before rejoining him in the bedroom you take a second to breathe in that lavender scented laundry detergent you love so much, even going as far as buying it yourself but something still missing.

You come back to him on the cusp of sleep but lazily opening his eyes when he hears the door creak from your reentry. You’d be lying if you said your heart isn’t racing from being in bed with Marcus—as innocent as the intentions seemingly are.

You briefly worry that you’re not going to be able to hide your feelings and that escalates even more when he lays his head on your lap as you sit back against the headboard. You give into your feelings and run your nails gently on his scalp to lull him back to sleep.

Soft snores fill the room and once you’re convinced he’s in a deep enough sleep to not be stirred easily you slowly lean down to kiss on his forehead, lingering a little longer because you’re not sure you’ll ever get this again.

But when you lift your head back up you’re met with his eyes searching yours, the hitch in your breath causing a skip in your chests rhythmic pounding, a lot like the vintage record player Marcus keeps in his living room.

“I-”

Whatever you had planned to say was interrupted when you feel a tentative hand rest on your cheek, and his thumb caressing your cheekbone.

He cups the nape of your neck seeking silent permission and when you don’t reject his touch he pulls you down to connect his lips with yours. But just as your lips brush against each other you change course and kiss his cheek instead.

“Marcus, we’ll both be out of commission if you get me sick.” You feel and hear his grin and chuckle against your cheek.

“The bed is big enough for both of us.” His thumb rubs your lip and you know his thoughts are the same as yours. 

The anticipation of what’s to come.

“I don’t know about that. I barely have room with you all spread out like that. My butt is halfway off the bed.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around your middle to pull you in closer to his side of the bed, returning his head to your lap with a pout to continue your earlier ministrations.

“Give me a break. I’m sick.” He grabs your hand and peppers kisses on your palm until he releases it to deliver one last thing to look forward to before snoring is heard from below.

"I'd kiss you s'good."

You did end up sick a couple days after and the bed was indeed big enough to fit the two of you comfortably but you snuggled all the same even if it did delay both of you getting better.

[joekeeryswife]

Beautiful boy - S.H

you had recently moved to Hawkins. to say you were upset was an understatement. you had moved all the way from the UK, leaving behind your whole family except your mum, dad and brother. you had made quite good friends with your neighbour, Robin. she had made you feel welcome and safe. pretty much she was your only friend.

you were happy that you were 19 because that meant you wouldn't have to go to school, you were very socially awkward. it was a Wednesday morning when you heard a knock on your front door. you carefully walked through the cluttered house and opened the front door. you saw Robin standing there with two other girls who looked about 15.

"hey y/n, i was wondering if you wanted to come out with us to the mall?" Robin said, smiling gently. "oh uhh yeah okay. i need to get ready but i'll meet you there?" you replied, looking down at your outfit. you were wearing christmas pyjama bottoms and a hoodie. "oh yeah sure. would you wanna meet at like eleven maybe? that gives you an hour and a half is that okay?" Robin said, looking at her wrist watch. "yeah that's perfect, i'll see you later" you said, watching them walking away. you closed the door and started getting ready.

you finished getting ready and asked you mum to drive you to the mall. seeing the time you had ten minutes to get there, it took about five minutes to get there so you would get there early. you arrived at the mall and saw Robin standing there with the two girls that were at your house this morning. you got out the car and walked to Robin. "hey y/n, you look pretty" Robin said, pulling you in for a hug. you thanked her quietly and pulled out of the hug. "oh how rude of me, this is El and Max. they are my friends" she said, introducing you to the two girls. they both said their hellos and we all walked into the mall.

you walked to 'The GAP' where you guys started to do some shopping. to be honest, you had an amazing time. you didn't think that you would honestly and because you were socially awkward, you surprised yourself. you guys went into about twenty different clothing shops and your hands were basically full with bags that were full of clothes, shoes and accessories. when you moved, you wanted to change for the better, so you started with outfits. "i'm hungry" you heard Max say. she looked a little pale and you all decided it was best to go get some food. you walked to 'Burger King' and ordered food.

"you know, it's been nice today" you heard Robin say to you when the two girls were sat down in a booth. "yeah it has. thank you for inviting me, you didn't have to" you replied, smiling to her. "oh of course i did. you're one of my best friends and i know we haven't known each other long but it's nice to hang out with a girl who's my age." she said, lightly banging her shoulder with yours in a jokey way. you laughed and sat down with the other girls and all ate. the meal was filled with laughter, jokes, and conversations you'd never thing to have. "so, maybe we could all go to my house later and watch a movie? i work in Family Video so i could get whatever movie i want." Robin said, breaking the joking atmosphere. "yeah okay, what movie were you thinking?" El said, replying to Robins suggestion.

"oh maybe we could watch 'Grease'. i've never watched it and it came out ages ago." you said, throwing out a suggestion. all of the girls looked at you in shock. "you've never seen Grease? that's actually heartbreaking. we need to watch that" Max said, her eyes wide. "well, i haven't really had any time." you said, looking down. a little embarrassed that you hadn't seen the film. "oh no it's okay. i'm just shocked that you haven't seen it" Max replied, feeling a little bad that she made you uncomfortable.

"Grease is a shout. maybe we could invite the boys" El said. "who are they?" you said. you'd never met them before and you started to get nervous. "well, they are a of 14 and 15 year olds who are nerds. you'll be fine" Max said, replying to your question. "maybe we could invite Steve. he's working today. i'll ask him when i go get the movie" Robin said. "ooo yeah invite Steve. he's nice." El said. you had never been more confused but nevertheless you kept quiet. you all finished your food and then left the mall. your mum was waiting outside and you said goodbye to the girls. "y/n, come round my house at around 6 or 7, it's up to you." Robin said as you hugged her.

you walked to the car and got in, you put the bags in the back seats and your mum started driving. you got home at around 5 so you got changed into comfier clothes. you waited downstairs, speaking to your mum for a while before you walked to Robins house. you arrived at 6:23pm. you knocked on the door gently and a boy, about 14 years old opened the door. "uhh who are you?" he said, tilting his head to the side, analysing you. "i'm y/n. is Robin home?" you replied to the curly haired boy. "i'm Dustin. yeah she is, ROBIN" he shouted her name and she came walking to the door. "oh hey y/n. Dustin why didn't you invite her in, i said she was coming" Robin said to the boy. "well i was just making sure it was her." he replied, moving out the way so you could walk in.

you walked into the house and saw a group of young, teenage boys with El and Max. you smiled and said hello before sitting down next to Robin. you guys laughed for a bit before someone knocked on the door. your head turned to the door and you saw a boy, about 20 years old, wearing a bomber jacket, jeans, and a plain t-shirt. "woah" you whispered. Max, who was sat next to you, turned to you a smirked. "that's Steve" she whispered back. you instantly blushed. you didn't think anyone heard you, you hoped no one else heard you.

“STEVE” you heard Dustin scream. he ran over to him and hugged him. Steve hugged him back and smiled. “hey man, how are you?” he replied, stroking his back gently. you smiled a bit, you’d never seen an ‘adult’ boy be so kind to a teenager. they are usually rude and disrespectful but he seemed kind and caring. they both pulled away and walked into the living room. “hey guys, who’s this?” Steve said, saying his hellos to the group before turning to me. “oh, that’s y/n. she just moved here from the UK and she’s Robins friend, she’s nice” Mike said, replying to Steve’s question. “oh hi y/n, it’s nice to meet you” he said, smiling at you. “hi Steve” you said, smiling back.

you could not keep your eyes off Steve. his smiled as he whispered to Dustin about something you couldn’t hear but he was beautiful. his hair was a bit messy but you did not mind. he looked amazing. you turned back to the film which you were starting to enjoy. Robin turned to you “you like Steve” you heard her whisper, making sure no one else was listening. “what? no i don’t. i just met him” you whisper shouted back. you instantly started to blush. your face was bright red and you were thankful for the lights being off. “yes you do. i just met you and i can read you like a book” she replied laughing out loud. everyone turned to Robin and she instantly closed her mouth. “please don’t say anything. i’m begging you” you said, turning to look her in the eyes.

“i wouldn’t do that. i promise. but you should start hanging out with us more so you can, you know, get to know him more” Robin replied, giving you a small smile. you both turned back to the TV and kept watching the movie. the movie finished and basically everyone was asleep you looked around to see Dustin, Max, Robin and Steve were the only ones awake. you got up and got the stuff that you brought and spoke up. “i better head home. thank you for inviting me Robin. it was nice to meet you guys” you said as you started to walk to the door. you heard someone get slapped before someone spoke up. “wait. i’ll walk you home. it’s dark out there” you heard someone speak up, you turned to see Steve getting up off the sofa.

“oh urm thanks Steve.” you said. your face blushed again. he walked to you and you walked out the door. “bye guys” you said, turning back to the group. before walking away. “so. i’ve never seen you around here before. why did you move here?” you heard him say as you both walked slowly to you house. “well, i moved here two weeks ago. bit of a shock i’m not gonna lie, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Robin made me feel so welcomed so i’m happy to know someone” you said, a bit embarrassed that you just said how you felt to a person you just met. “well, Robin is a nice girl. she’s one of my best friends.” he replied, laughing a bit. it was nice to talk to him.

“well, this is me. thank you for walking me home Steve. i really appreciate it.” you said as your walked up the steps to your house and turned around. “no worries. it was nice talking to you. maybe we could hang out just us two some time?” he said in a questioning tone. you smiled lightly, “yeah, i would really like that. ask Robin for my number and call me whenever you want to meet up” you replied, your smile growing. “oh yeah i will. bye y/n” Steve said, walking backwards, a smile growing on his blushes face. “bye Steve” you said, walking into your house, you waved and closed the door gently. you leant your back on the door and smiled widely. “what a beautiful boy” you said, as your cheeks flushed a bright red colour.

[mothwingwritings]

Valentine’s Day/White Day/Date Scenarios with Baki, Katsumi, Hanayama, Jack, Retsu, and Biscuit. <3 (ꈍᆺꈍ)♥(❛ε❛⋆)

Hello everyone and happy (a little early) Valentine’s day!

I just wanted to write something sappy, mushy-gushy, sweet, over indulgent (with maybe just a hint of spice), so some of the Baki boys became my victims for it looooool. This is my first time writing a scenario type post instead of just a straight up fic, so if it seems kinda off that’s most likely why. That’s also why I picked a small-ish selection of charas as a test run.

Valentine’s Day has always been one of my favorite holidays and I get sad when people hate on it or say they don’t have anyone special to celebrate it with. :( If that is the case for you, dear reader, this year that’s a lie because all these damn Baki boys are your valentine this year. And me! Whether you want me to be or not, love you. ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

IDK about where you guys all are, but it’s usually cold as hell where I am on V-tines day, so all these that mention going out and having fun you are either A. someplace warm or B. It falls under the ‘date that is not necessarily V-tines day’ category. Because I love you Jack but my ass would not be camping in Winter 彡(-L-彡)  

WARNINGS: Honestly it’s mostly just cutesy stuff but there is some mentions of NSFW (nothing explicit), maybe some shoddy editing (I apologize I grow impatient).

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!~ ♡

✧༺♥༻∞ Baki Hanma ∞༺♥༻✧

·         He is PUMPED to spend the day with you. Like, child on Christmas Eve night waiting for Santa to come level of excitement. He can barely sleep thinking of the adventure you two will be going on.

·         Offers the choice of date activity to you because he is honestly happy doing anything at all as long as he is by your side. Whether that be chilling at home watching a movie, or going out to a place of your choosing, he is game.

·         If you leave the decision to him he would pick a day out at a local park. He’d choose one with plenty of scenic walking trails that go on for several miles so he can get lots of quality time with you.

·         You help him plan a picnic, bringing along prepacked lunches to enjoy out in nature. He’s in charge of the main course and snacks, the dessert and drinks are handled by you.

·         On the day of, you trek for some time before you spot a secluded area near a wildflower field to set up. You get busy preparing the food while he gathers some of the random flora in the surrounding area to stick in a water bottle as the ‘centerpiece’ of your picnic blanket. He saves the largest and prettiest flower to tuck behind your ear.

·         You spend the next few hours just enjoying each other’s company. Sharing funny stories, divulging secrets, trying to decipher which birds are making what calls in the woods, etc. He revels in hearing you laugh, his heart at peace seeing you with such a carefree smile on your face. He finds the nature that surrounds you beautiful, but nothing can compare to your radiance.

·         After some time passes you both lay down on the cleared off picnic blanket. Nestled up next to him you rest your head upon his shoulder as his arm goes to wrap snuggly under your torso, keeping you anchored against him. You both drift off while cloud gazing.

·         You end up drifting off a little too long, your eyes blinking open to find the sun that was perched high in the sky previously, now sinking far below the clouds casting the world in hues of dark orange. You jostle Baki awake, concerned that you’ll be stuck out in the woods when it’s pitch black out. Unperturbed, he patiently helps you pack up all the left over supplies and helps load them on your back, all so that you have room to hop on his back. Securing your arms around his neck, he gets a firm grip on your thighs, lifts himself up, and BOOKS it down the path you came in on.

·         You are shocked at how fast he can go carrying you + luggage in tow, and are slightly concerned he may hurt himself or trip with the extra weight. When you express this to him he just laughs, doing some fancy footwork or jumping to show you it’s a breeze for him. Soon you are laughing along with him, pulling yourself as tight as you can against him. You press soft kisses to his neck and head that cause momentary blooms of red to emerge on his face. However, if you point it out he’ll play it off and attribute the cause being him running.

·         The date ends with the two of you picking up some late night snacks and crashing at your house. Snuggled up on the couch, contentedly wrapped in his strong embrace, you both have pleasant dreams as you drift off to sleep again.

✧༺♥༻∞ Katsumi Orochi ∞༺♥༻✧

·         He is going to go above and beyond to make this a date you will not forget.

·         Will have the entire day planned out, starting by taking you someplace exciting  and fun, like an amusement park.

·         Will spend the whole day dragging you from ride to ride, urging you to go on all the rollercoasters in the park with him. He’ll lightly tease you if you get scared, not so secretly enjoying basking in the attention he gets from you when you are nervous. He loves every moment of having you pressed up beside him, clinging to his arm, a cute little pout on your face as he pokes his fun.

·         He also loves taking you to the haunted house attractions for the same reason. Having you huddled up next to him the dark, regardless of if you are spooked or enjoying the atmosphere, is a treat for him.

·         He TOTALLY shows off by winning you every prize that catches your eye, no matter how ridiculous it may be. Ginormous stuffed animal you have no room for in your home, but is the cutest thing you have ever seen? Say no more, it’s yours.

·         He gets really into it if the game in question is a ‘strong man’ type of challenge, or games that require more skill than others because then he truly gets to show off for you (which just so happens to be one of his favorite things to do).

·         Is thrilled when you take part in any kind of competitive games with him in the amusement park arcade, but will NOT go easy on you. (Same thing for bumper cars, it’s kind of impressive how he can barrel through so many people just to keep smacking you over and over).

·         Stays the entire day with you until it starts to get dark. The park you go to has a nightly firework display, and you end the day of excitement enveloped in his arms, his cheek resting against your head as he holds you from behind, watching the sky explode in vibrant colors.

·         The next few days after that he will annoy everyone in the dojo gloating about how great the date was, flooding any social media he has with all the pictures he took, tagging and titling each pic things like ‘my babe <3’, ‘How did I get so lucky?’, etc.

✧༺♥༻∞ Kaoru Hanayama ∞༺♥༻✧

·         You are going to be SPOILED.

·         He contacts you ordering you to keep the date open because he has plans for the two of you, but no matter how hard you pry, he will not share any details.

·         He does however drop a hint as to how fancy of an evening it will be when a package arrives at your doorstep containing one of the most beautiful (albeit a bit revealing) outfits/dresses you have ever seen. Attached is a handwritten note from him instructing you to wear it on your date.

·         When the day arrives he has a limo pick you up, one of his most trusted men at the wheel to escort you to the nicest restaurant in town. Hanayama is waiting inside for you, the path leading to him littered in candles and flower petals.

·         The most elaborate part of the entire room may have been the heavily adorned dining table by which Hanayama stood. Your eyes fell from him to a take in the full spread of the finest champagne (and wild turkey ofc), various hors d’oeuvres, and even more flowers and candles that the table was decked out in.

·         This man is pulling out all the stops for you today, treating you like absolute royalty. He’s rented out the whole place so it’s just the two of you, your own little private oasis. As you make your way to the table, he meets you half way, scooping you up in a firm and needy kiss. Before it gets too intense, he pulls away, sharp eyes holding your gaze as he leads you to your seat.

·         Though you had no say in the menu, everything served to you was positively amazing. He may not outwardly show it, but he is absolutely delighted as he watches you enjoy your dinner. Your eyes sparkling up at him in the romantic atmosphere makes his heart beat fiercely in his chest, excitement coursing through him as if it were his first date with you.

·         Not to mention you look absolutely intoxicating in the clothes HE picked out for you. His eyes can’t help but shamelessly roam you whenever you shift a certain way, or excuse yourself to the restroom. He’s actively listening to everything you say, responding when spoken to, but as the meal drags on its getting increasingly obvious his focus has shifted to entirely different kind of hunger.

·         He grows impatient before you even get to dessert, ushering you out of the restaurant and back into the waiting ride to whisk you away to a nearby hotel. He’s all over you the entire ride, pulling you into his lap, hands feverishly running the length of your body in anticipation of what’s to come.

·         If you protest leaving early, he’ll reply he has something much sweeter planned for you than the restaurant could ever supply.

 ✧༺♥༻∞ Jack Hanma ∞༺♥༻✧

·         Since Jack has a habit of letting you decide the activities when the two of you are together, you make it a point to leave the details of this date up to him. You want to make sure whatever you end up doing it’s something he enjoys.

·         He picks camping, which in itself isn’t too shocking, but you begin to grow concerned when he mentions the place he has in mind isn’t a part of any campground, and overall seems rather remote and borderline dangerous to travel to.

·         He assures you that it’s OK, he been there plenty of times before and you are nothing short of safe in his presence. Regardless of your feelings on camping as a whole, he works hard to make sure he brings everything he needs to make the trip as accommodating and fun for you as possible. He wants you both to enjoy this.

·         The day of the trip comes and after traveling deeply into the wilderness, you finally stop at a clearing in the woods to set up camp. Though still on edge about being so isolated from civilization, you have to admit the untouched nature around you is incredibly lovely. The tree branches make a nice canopy above you, filtering out the harshest of the sun’s rays while still bathing you in a pleasant, warm glow.

·         You help him set up, though arguably he does most of the work. The whole time there is teasing banter between the two of you. You debate over if the tent is lop sided, where the best place to stash the food you brought is, the best method of keeping bugs from bothering you, etc. You bask in the time you are sharing with him, well aware of how rare it is to be around a Jack who isn’t overtaken by training. A comforting sense of tranquility washed over the two of you as you settle in, warmth blossoming inside you each time you get him to laugh over a silly joke you make.

·         After camp is set up, you come to realize how famished you are from the travel and the work you just put in. Offering to cook something for the two of you, a fire is started and you set to work preparing a meal from your supplies. You hum while you cook, taking brief pauses to look Jack’s way. More than once you catch him sneaking endearing glances your way, a small, content smile splayed over his usually stern face.

·         As you both enjoy the meal you so lovingly prepared, you carry on conversing about all manner of topics. When the conversation inevitably falls on your location, curiosity gets the better of you and you inquire as to how he ended up picking this spot in the first place.

·         He opens up that it’s a place his mom used to bring him to camp after she got out of prison. He had come to this location since he was a young man to not only train, but to find peace and solace when the path ahead of him grew daunting.  It was a special place no one else other than she and him knew about, and now he wanted to make it a place for you as well.

·         At a loss for words from his heart-felt answer, all you could think to do was make the move to huddle yourself against him. He chuckled as you sheepishly thanked him for bringing you someplace so important to him, wrapping his arm around you to pull you even closer as he tells you that he should be the one thanking you for coming.

·         That night you set up a large cot in a clearing not far from camp, away from the trees so you could see the night’s sky. Far from any city, the stars were as clear as you had ever seen them. The temperature had dropped considerably, but under several layers of blankets, tangled in each other’s embrace, the cold barely reached you.

·         You listened to the soft murmur of his voice as your lidded eyes grew heavier, the events of the day making you ripe for sleep to claim. Noticing your sleepy demeanor, Jack smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as your eyes fluttered closed for the final time that night. As you quickly faded, the last words you heard from his lips were soft, profound confessions of his love for you.

·         Everything felt perfect as he held you against him, speaking to you with such gentle reverence, that for a moment you felt you may already be dreaming.

✧༺♥༻∞ Retsu Kaioh ∞༺♥༻✧

·         Retsu Kaioh is a well versed man in many regards, but when it comes to the dating scene he’s a bit rusty. A holiday like Valentine’s Day is not something he has ever really taken part in in the past. But seeing that it’s a day that you are looking forward to spending with him, he asks for tips and pointers from people in the dojo with significant others on what would be a good date activity for this special day. He knows you deserve nothing less than perfection, and he’s a bit worried he’ll mess it up somehow.

·         It’s this concern that ultimately makes him go WAY above and beyond, and before you know it, you are en route to his home country for a whirlwind getaway.

·         It all happens so fast you barely have time to even question whats going on. One minute he is leading you someplace blindfolded after he told you to pack your bags, the next you are on a plan headed to China.

·         The first stop of the  ̶e̶x̶t̶e̶n̶d̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶r̶i̶p̶  date is to meet some key people in his life at the Bailin Temple. When you realize where you are going, you are overcome with nerves (this is afterall essentially Retsu’s family, you want to make a good first impression). Retsu constantly reassures you that all is well, anyone to have won his heart will be well-received and respected upon entering the temple.

·         To your relief he is correct. Upon arriving, everyone is very hospitable and courteous, extremely interested in meeting the person Retsu has picked as an SO. They have a welcoming meal set up for you as well, full of delicious dishes catered towards the two of you.

·         Later on after you had caught your breath and settled in a bit, you both bundle up as he shows you around the temple and surrounding area, pointing out areas of significance from his childhood into adulthood. Enthralled in the stories of his youth, you barely notice he’s leading you further and further from the temple until you reach an uninhabited foothill overlooking one of the most beautiful  scenaries you’ve ever seen.

·         Beneath you is a wide lake frosted over, bare trees scattered around it creeping up from freshly fallen snow, the lake valley nestled amongst various mountains and hills, a clear vibrant sky to top it all off. It truly is like something out of a dream.

·         Once the destination is reached, he scoops you up bridal style and plops himself down, nestling you close in his lap. He doesn’t want to just spend time with you, he wants to be fully focused on you. He spends so much time devoted to Kenpo and honing his skills he often feels guilty he doesn’t get to give you the attention he knows you deserve, and today is the day to make that up to you.

·         With your head against his chest, you feel the rumble of his words and his laugh as he speaks to you. You intertwine your fingers with the ones he has wrapped loosely around your stomach, smiling at his contented sigh when you snuggle yourself closer against him. You discuss everything and anything, laughing and reminiscing as the sky turns from bright blue, to shades of orange and pink.

·         With the sun nearly set, you begin to head back to the temple for the night. He smiles at you with sincere fondness in his eyes as you trail behind him, your hand in his. There is excitement coursing through him as he muses on how the night will proceed.

·         He doesn’t plan on ending the date until he has ingrained in you just how much he treasures you.

  ✧༺♥༻∞ Biscuit Oliva ∞༺♥༻✧

·         Much like Hanayama, get ready to be SPOILED.

·         Biscuit is a thoughtful man, and takes pride in memorizing even the little things about you. You mentioned off hand you really liked a particular scent once? He makes sure all his cologne’s now match that it. Stretch a few times too many to help get the kinks out of your back from an uncomfortable desk chair? The next day it’s replaced with something much more comfortable, etc.

·         So when he finds out one of your favorite performers is doing a live show on Valentine’s Day he knows what he must do. Always willing to go above and beyond for you,  he not only scores tickets the moment they go on sale, but a back stage meet and greet with them pre performance as well.

·         Unsurprisingly, you call him the moment you find out about the show, excitement buzzing in your voice as you relay the details. He plays dumb while he listens, smile growing on his face as you vocalize your hope of scoring at least lawn seats.

·         Alas, no such luck on your end. Later that day you come to visit him at the prison (you, of course, have special clearances for this ;)). Downtrodden, you explain after hours of you and your friends trying to load the site to buy tickets, by the time you got in they were already sold out.

·         He can barely contain himself when he sees you moping, heartbroken that someone you have been a fan of for so long FINALLY comes to your home town and you missed your chance to see them. Then and there, he wants desperately to reveal his hidden plans, both hating to see you in anguish and shivering in delight over the thought of being the one to replace your sadness with unbridled joy.

·         Although he does admit, seeing you upset does spark a certain desire within him. Envisioning you pressing your body so deliciously against him, tears threatening to spill from your beautiful eyes, a needy little pout you would fight to try and hide from his view tugging on your lips… That scenario wasn’t so bad, either.

·         Managing to keep you in the dark until the day of the concert, he surprises you by letting you know he’s on the way to pick you up, telling you to wear something comfortable but nice. You smile lovingly at him when he arrives, happy to not only spend the day with the man you love, but also figuring he has planned something sweet to help distract you from what you will be missing out on today.

·         He keeps quiet about your destination as you climb in the car. You egg him on to spill the beans, but even with all your efforts he won’t budge. He remains sitting stoically, the knowing smile on his lips aggravating you to no end as he hums pleasantly to himself.

·         Butterflies grow in your stomach when you start to catch on that the route you are taking is the same route to the concert hall. You don’t want to get your hopes up, but can’t help but become fidgety as every exit you take just brings you closer to the venue. Praying desperately that Biscuit is not just teasing, you shoot him pleading glances in hopes he will give up some indication of your final destination.

·         Just as you reach your breaking point of HAVING to know, he juts an envelope your way. Opening it with shaky hands, you gasp as your eyes scan quickly scan two front row tickets WITH backstage passes.

·         Your jaw nearly hits the floor. You are going to the show? You are sitting front row?? You are going to a meet and greet??? Was this a dream???? Instantly you felt light headed, the pure shock putting you on the verge of passing out. If it weren’t for Biscuit asking “Did I do good baby?” you may have done just that.

·         Unable to articulate the words to answer him, you fling yourself on him. Smashing your lips against his, eyes growing watery with tears of elation, you jumbled, unintelligible words of thanks spill from you. Biscuit was momentarily shocked by such an enthusiastic response, but was more than happy to reciprocate, deepening your kiss as he latched on to you fiercely.

·         The next few hours floated by like a dream. Meeting your idol, getting a picture with them, even getting to hug them, it was all so surreal. Following that with one of the best shows you have ever seen quickly solidified the day as one of the best in your life.

·         Worn out after all the excitement, you head back to the prison where dinner is waiting for you. In between bites, you alternate between gushing about the experience and thanking Biscuit, garnering amused chuckles and loving glances from the large man.

·         After you both eat, you get ready to retire early. Fresh from the shower you enter the bedroom. Startled by a sharp intake of breath, your attention darts up to Biscuit to find him sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed, his ravenous eyes raking over every inch of you. The off cadence of his breathing mixed with the growing red of his cheeks made him look almost feverish, his hands balling into tight fists in his struggle to restrain himself the longer he took you in. His voice came out in a breathy whisper, “God damn… Do you even know what you do to me, baby?”

·         You knew to anyone else, you probably looked like a wreck. You were exhausted, heavy bags under your eyes accompanying a slouch in your shoulders as you shuffled towards to bed, mismatched socks on your feet. You weren’t even dressed sexy, just throwing on one of Biscuits old shirts and some clean underwear to sleep in. But as your eyes met his you blushed under the intensity of his gaze, his drinking you in as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

·         A fluttering feeling formed in the pit of your stomach as you, in turn, took in the man you loved more than anything. Your eyes roved over his broad chest, thick arms, strong legs. Biscuit did so much for you; he was the person who made your dreams come true. As you both stared at each other so raptly, so hungrily, you felt yourself beginning to feel intoxicated from just his stare alone.

·         With renewed vigor, you sauntered his way. Crawling into his lap, you straddled his leg, leaning in until your lips ghosted the shell of his ear. You felt him quiver beneath you, a smile coming to your lips as his gentlemanly resolve was crumbling, his iron will straining against his deep desire to take you right then and there, ravish you until you were nothing but a blissed out mess beneath him. You wondered just how far you could push him until he snapped.

·         “Happy Valentine’s day,” you whisper coquettishly in his ear. A growl rumbles from his throat as you follow up your words with an open mouthed kiss to his neck, “I think it’s high time Mister Oliva gets a present, don’t you?”

*** The whole time I was writing Jack’s part I was like damn… Do they even make cots and tents Jack sized??? ^^;

[crappy-writings]

Patch Me Up

Kate BishopxReader // Fluff [Established Relationship]

Summary: After their first run-in with the tracksuits, Kate and Clint end up in your apartment for some help. 

Trigger Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,787

A/N: As you can see, I am not dead. I’ve been thinking about posting a WIP list of my unfinished fics and letting you guys choose which you’re more interested in. Let me know what y’all think of that. Anyways, enjoy! 

Let me know if anything needs to be fixed!

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“Look, I gotta find a place to stash you. Safe,” Clint tells Kate pointedly before looking forwards. He shuffled in place, annoyance ringing in his voice, “So I can recover the suit and clean your mess.” He should have known that his past would be coming to haunt him sooner rather than later. He wishes it weren’t interrupting his time with his family. 

He needs to get this over with quickly, not just to keep this random kid who has now gotten involved from getting hurt due to his mistake, but to get back to his family and enjoy the rest of the holiday together.

“Stash me? I’m not a bag of money,” Kate scoffs as she looks between Clint and the cashier.

“No, you’re not. A bag of money’d be useful to me,” Clint quips in a deadpanned voice. The cashier calls for them, and Clint turns on his friendly civilian persona, “Hi, how are you? Merry Christmas.”

Kate narrowed her eyes at him, “I actually do know a place about 10 blocks away. Would a bag of money know a place?”

~~~

A loud buzzing sound fills your apartment, waking (or more-so scaring) you out of a half-asleep state. You sit up on the couch, quickly realizing you fell asleep while watching your favorite Christmas movie as the credits rolled. Your attention is drawn to the intercom system near the door as it continued to buzz loudly. ‘What time is it?’ you think as you make your way to the system and press one of the buttons to answer, “Hello?”

“Hey, babe, can you buzz us in?” a voice you immediately recognized came through the speaker.

“Kate? Who’s ‘us’? What are you doing here so late?” you ask as you rub the sleep out of your eyes, “n’ why are you buzzing in, I gave you a key, remember?” 

“I may or may not have left it at my place. Which is currently on fire,” she explained rather simply. It took you several seconds before you were able to scream out, “What?! What do you mean– What happe– No, just-just come up and explain what happened.” 

You buzz Kate and whatever company she was bringing inside. As they came up, you tidied up the trash and nursing textbooks you had left on the living room table. You also balled up the draft pages from your end-of-term essay on infectious diseases before throwing them in the trash and threw a pair of shoes you left lying around in your room. By the time you finished tidying up, you heard knocking on the door. You hurried off to open the door, but not before pulling a sweater over your head quickly. It wasn’t until now that you realized that you still didn’t know who was accompanying Kate.

As soon as you open the door, you take in the sight of your girlfriend, holding the leash of a dog you’d never seen before, along with a blond-ish man that you swear looks familiar right behind her. “Come on in,” you say as you step aside and let them inside. 

You close the door after everyone came in. “Hey, baby,” you say as you gave Kate a quick peck on her cheek. Upon a closer look, you notice the cuts and scrapes that covered her face. You drew your eyebrow together in concern as you moved a piece of her hair to take a better look at the cut right above her right eyebrow, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. You should see the other guys,” she quips with a playful smile. You feel something wet nudge your hand, and you focus your attention towards the ground. The face of a one-eyed golden dog stared up at you. It gives you a smile and its tail begins to wag at the eye contact. 

You crouch down to the dog’s level and allow it to sniff you before petting it. “And who is this little guy?” you ask in a baby voice while scratching behind its ears. 

“I saved him a few hours ago, he was gonna get hit by a car,” Kate answers. “You were lucky, huh, buddy,” you say as you continue to pet his golden fur. 

“Babe, did you fall asleep on the couch again?” you hear her scold as she sees the movie credits that were still rolling. “What? No,” you drag out the last word, “of course not.”

“Yeah, right. I’m gonna hear you complain about back pain and soreness tomorrow, aren’t I?” she jokes as she turns off the television. You clear your throat sheepishly.

“Now tell me, what’s this about your place burning down?” you ignore her last remark as you straighten yourself out, concern taking over your body as you take in the scrapes and cuts on Kate’s face once more. You take a few steps towards her and hold her chin up in your hands, inspecting the abrasions that decorated her skin more closely. “Well, these mafia dudes threw some molotov cocktails through my window and the whole place caught on fire,” she answers casually. Despite her tone, you could hear the hints of sadness in her voice.

“What do you mean by the mafia? Kate, what the hell happened?” you drew your eyebrows together, curiosity and concern fighting to hold first place in your mind.

“Kate, I need to go,” the voice of the man spoke before she could start. You turn towards the origin of the voice; you had forgotten the man was even here, something that gave you a twinge of embarrassment. Despite that, you begin to study him. He seemed familiar to you, but it still took you several seconds before it finally clicked. 

“Holy shit, you’re Hawkeye!” you exclaim in amazement, “you’re the Hawkeye!” 

He gives you a pressed smile, “hi, you can call me Clint.” Realizing you had not introduced yourself, you quickly give him your name. “Okay, I seriously need an explanation as to why you’re all banged up,” you say, gesturing to Kate and then turning back to Hawk– Clint, “and why there’s an Avenger standing in my dining room.”

“Yeah well–” 

“Wait, as much as I’d hate to interrupt your conversation, I have to go.” he interrupts, “I’m going back to your apartment to get that suit, so I need you to clean your wounds. 

Use soap, this,” he pulls out an alcohol bottle and a box from the white bags he had left on top of your dining table, “and disinfect it. And then I’m going back to my kids.”

He starts making his way towards the door. “Hey, you’re coming back, right? Won’t you need a key? Plus, I could look at the cut on your head before you leave,” you say as you inspect the items the pair had brought. “Nope. I’m good. Stay here. Lock this door,” he says quickly before disappearing behind the door. You look between the door and Kate, unsure of what the hell is happening. The mafia, some suit, an avenger? What the hell is going on?

You pulled out the rest of the items from the bags. “Okay, sit down at the table, I’m cleaning you up and you better tell me what happened tonight. All of it, got it?” you say as you lead Kate to sit on one of the dining chairs. 

“Okay, so it starts at my mom’s engagement party…”

~~~

“So these mafia guys are going after you because they saw you in a suit that you stole from a black market auction that was happening during your mother’s engagement party?” you quickly recap her entire story in the effort to know whether or not you understood correctly, “and you found the dead body of one of the fiancé’s relatives in his house?”

 “Yep, that just about sums up the last 24 hours of my life,” she answers. “And Hawkeye saved you from getting your ass kicked from these tracksuit guys?” you continued. “I could have totally taken all of them on, no problem,” she defends herself quickly. 

“Right, I’d say these bruises tell a different story,” you chuckle as you finish dressing the cut on her eyebrow, “we’re all done here.”

You stand up from the dining room table, gathering all the trash you had amassed while taking care of Kate’s injuries. “Well, I’m just glad I have my own personal nurse to take care of me,” she jokes before flashing you a cheeky smile.

You roll your eyes playfully as you cross to the kitchen and throw it all away in the trash can, “Not yet, it’ll take me a year before I’m officially a nurse.” After washing your hands in the sink, you make your way to the fridge and grab a bottle of water for each of you. “Do you want something to eat? I got those little cakes you like so much,” you call out to her as you continue to look through your fridge. 

“No, I’m good for now,” you hear her call out, and you head back to sit beside her. You place her water bottle in front of her as you begin to sip from your own. You slip into a comfortable silence as you study her. 

She was leaning forwards in her chair, her body tense as she held the bottle in one hand, the other fidgeting the cap. She was clearly deep in thought as she stared out to nowhere in particular. It was not hard to see that she was processing the events that had recently unfolded, the true heaviness of her actions weighing on her.

You reach out and lightly touch her forearm, breaking the spell she was under and bringing her attention to you. You offer her a soft smile, “Are you okay?”

She opens her mouth to answer quickly but then stops. She purses her lips before answering with an “I don’t know.”

“It’s just… a lot, you know? I didn’t expect all of that to get so messy so quickly, I guess. My mom’s getting married and she didn’t even tell me, her fiancé might be involved in some sketchy shit, I lost all my stuff and,” she rubs her eyes with both hands as she releases a sigh, “I don’t know.”

You take the bottle and cap from her hold and place them on the table before holding her hands with your own. “Hey, we’ll figure it out. All of it, I promise,” you say gently, giving her hands a comforting squeeze, “you don’t have to do this alone. You won’t do this alone.”

She gives you a small smile and squeezes your hands in turn, “I know.”

You lean forwards and give her a soft kiss on the forehead, “I’ll get you one of your cakes now, yeah?” 

Her smile widens as she gives you a quiet chuckle and a nod, “Yeah.”

~~~

You put on another Christmas movie while Kate took a shower. After leaving out a frozen pizza to thaw off on the counter, you laid down on your couch when the yet-to-be-named dog, or the YTBND for short, decided to join you. He laid on top of you, unaware of how heavy he is. You gave out a soft groan and you scooched over, making space for him. “You’re a big, heavy boy, huh?” you say in baby talk as you pet him head. He responded with a small groan and a huff before laying his head on your arm to use as a pillow. You give him a pout, “you have no right to be this cute.”

You wrapped an arm around his middle and paid attention to the movie you had put on.

~~~

You had once again managed to fall asleep in front of the television. You quickly noticed that the YTBND was still lying comfortably against you. The only difference now is the fact that a blanket covered the both of you, and you can not help but smile. You decided not to open your eyes, hoping to doze back to sleep, but the sound of voices caught your attention. 

“So, how’s my place?” you heard Kate say rather shyly, but you detected a bit of hope that perhaps her apartment had not burned up so bad. “Crispy,” Clint commented shortly.

“Did you get the suit?” she continued.

“No,” he answers, and you’re able to hear the faucet being turned on.

“But you do have a lead,” she says, and you once again detect a bit of hope in her voice. “What makes you say that?”

You bite your lip as silence settles briefly between them. You knew nothing about Clint or of his life, but it was noticeable he was anxious to finish whatever Kate had started. You assume he simply wants to get back to his kids. And who wouldn’t? It was the time of holidays after all, the time people want to spend with family and friends. Most people, at least.

“What is this?” he then says and you’re able to hear the rustling of paper. “Oh, I started to describe, um,” she started off with a small stutter, “what I could remember of the tracksuits’ faces.” 

You suppress a laugh; you were very aware that Kate’s artistic ability was not her strong suit. “I guess you’re not an art major,” Clint comments after, you suppose, he saw the drawings. 

“Okay,” you hear her say.

“Um, I would offer to buy you a hotel, uh, ‘cause from certain angles, I know this all looks like my fault,” she continues, awkwardness tinting her voice, as you hear the scraping of a chair moving, “Um, but my mom cancelled my credit cards due to the whole clock tower.”

It was your time to step in now. “If you need a place to crash, you can use my roommate’s old room. I haven’t found anyone to replace him since he left,” you say groggily as you carefully sit up on the couch, hoping to not disrupt YTBND from his sleep. It didn’t work; he woke up and jumped off the couch. Your shoulders slumped in disappointment as the dog made its way to the kitchen.

“Wait, Packston moved out?” Kate asks as she turns to face you. You notice she wore the comfortable set of purple pajamas she had left the last time she was here.

“Yeah, the douchebag didn’t even tell me, he just up and left with his girlfriend, but at the very least, he left his bed here, so,” you answer as you stand up from the couch and shut off the television.

“That won’t be necessary,” Clint chimes in, “I’m just gonna be another minute.”

“Okay, well, if you do need it, my door is always open,” you say while walking over to stand beside Kate. Clint gives you a half smile, “thanks, kid.”

“Thank you for…” Kate trails off and gestures to all the first aid supplies that were still on the dining table. She gently grabs your hand and slowly leads you both towards your room. “I’ll um.. see you tomorrow, I guess,” Kate adds quietly. 

“Oh, um, you can help yourself to whatever’s in the kitchen and the bathroom is at the end of the hallway on the right,” you add quickly before descending to the hallway and into your room with Kate. 

Closing the door behind you, you turn to face your room. Kate had her back to you while she checked her phone. You wrap your arms around her middle and lay your head on her shoulder. “Wanna go to bed now?” you ask softly. You can tell she wore a soft smile on her face as she turned her head towards you, “yeah, let’s go.”

You settled in bed, wrapping your arm around her middle, holding her close to your body with her back turned to you. You gently stroke her arm in a repetitive motion as you both start to doze off to sleep. “Kate?” you say tentatively. Three little words have been hanging on your mind for a while, but you have not gotten the courage to say them yet. 

“Yeah?” she asks, her voice low and quiet. She’s about to fall asleep. 

The words get caught in your throat. For some reason, they refuse to leave your mouth. A beat of silence passed by, and all you could muster up was, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight, baby,” she answers softly before slipping into a peaceful sleep. 

You clench your jaw as disappointment in your own cowardice fills your mind. You justify it by believing that maybe today was simply not the right day to say those three little words. Perhaps today is not the day, but at least you will someday.

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Tease

Summary: Marcus and you just didn't find time to yourselves lately, both being busy with work. So you decide to be a tease and send him the video you made last Christmas and... wait for what happens.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Rating: M

Warnings: dirty home videos, kissing, Oral (f + m receiving, only implied really though)

A/N: the people decided (you know who you are) that I write this with Marcus Moreno. A little blurb to make your weekend spicier

Was it a bad idea?

Maybe. 

You knew Marcus had a meeting that would most likely last throughout the day. He had been complaining about it all week. He was so ready to step down as leader of the Heroics.

The last four weeks had been hectic. First you were busy with work, then Marcus had to go on a mission saving the world and all that, again and now he was dealing with the aftermath because a member of the team got seriously injured which meant even more meetings and what was even worse, more training. 

Yesterday Marcus was so tired he fell asleep on top of you after showering. 

You both were ready for a break. It had been weeks since the two of you had some time to yourselves. 

You remembered when you made the video you were about to send to him. It was last christmas eve after Missy went to bed. 

“You look so pretty like this,” you brushed your fingers through his soft hair, his head lying in your lap as you both laid on the floor in front of the fireplace. You had been watching shitty Hallmark movies. It was cosy and warm and you were in love and you wanted…

“Baby?” you asked and Marcus looked up at you, a soft smile on his lips. 

“I wanna film you,” you whispered and he raised his eyebrow. 

“I wanna film you while you eat my pussy,” you grinned softly and Marcus eyes widened, his cheeks blushing. 

“Think of it as my christmas present,” you wiggled your eyebrows and he huffed a laugh. 

“So that package from Tiffany’s under the tree….”

“I mean I’ll take that too but…” you bit you lip, “You’re really fucking hot when you eat my pussy and…” you were getting wet just thinking about it. He continued to look at you before he turned away. He grabbed your phone from the table, handing it to you before he knelt in front of you, parting your legs with a devilish smirk.

“Just make sure you save this somewhere no one will be able to ever find it sweetheart,” he wiggled his eyebrows. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You didn’t really think he would agree to it. He started by kissing up your thighs and you shivered. You bit your lip as you opened the camera app on your phone and pressed the record button. 

He looked up at you behind his glasses as his fingers hooked into your panties. You were only wearing one of his old shirts. He made a show of taking your panties off before he settled between your legs. 

“You’re really fucking wet baby,” he hummed with a smug grin before he kissed your inner thighs. 

“I always am for you,” you grinned.

“True. Always ready for me,” he whispered, his lips getting closer and closer. You were watching him on your phone screen. Which was… such an intense experience. He looked up at you, directly into the lense, as his tongue flicked over your clit and you gasped. 

“So fucking hot…” you grinned, sucking your bottom lip in. He took his glasses off before pulling you closer, his arms holding your thighs down. 

“Wonder if I can make you squirt for your little dirty movie,” he teased before licked through your pussy while looking into the camera. 

You pressed send before you could talk yourself out of it, smirking to yourself before you threw your phone onto the bed and went to the bathroom to get a shower. 

What you didn’t know was that Marcus wasn’t in his meeting when he got your message. It was cut short due to one of the board members getting sick. He was about to go train with his team. He was searching for his shirt, standing only dressed in his combat pants when he saw your message. 

Missing this, missing you x

You had sent and attached a video. He frowned, opening it immediately, his eyes widening when he noticed just what video you had sent. He released a breath, blushing as he bit his lip while he watched himself go down on you. He heard your breathy little moans and felt himself getting hard thinking about that night. He had gone down on you for an hour before he had fucked you into the floor in front of the fireplace. 

It was still a mystery to him how the two of you hadn’t woken up Missy. 

It had been weeks since the two of you had more than a little shower quickie. And he knew that Missy was at a sleepover tonight. 

“What are you watching there Moreno?” he heard a voice behind him locking his phone immediately before he took a deep breath. Miracle Guy was standing in the door to the gym, his arms crossed in front of him with a smirk. 

Marcus took a deep breath before he finally put his shirt on and grabbed his bag. 

“Hey, where are you going?” Marcus heard Miracle Guy yell after him but he wasn’t listening. He needed to go home. 

You were sitting on the bed, your bottle of lotion next to you as you massaged some of it into your thigh. Your hair was wet from the shower, dripping down your naked body. 

You didn’t know when Marcus would be home so you had planned to pamper yourself and order some take out. And masturbate while you wait for him to come home. You wanted sex. You needed sex and hopefully he would be awake enough for some action tonight. Missy was at a sleepover which usually meant that Marcus would keep you awake until the early morning hours. 

You were so in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door downstairs opening and footsteps coming up the stairs. 

You gasped when you felt your left hand move, looking at your wedding ring first and then towards the door where Marcus was already shredding off his shirt. 

He had insisted on steel wedding rings, hell most of the jewellery he had gifted you (except your engagement ring) was made of steel, just so he could manipulate you to his liking when you were wearing it and he loved it. 

“I think I want to be the one to film you today,” Marcus rasped, manipulating your hand so had to stand up and walk over to him. He pushed his pants down, his cock already hard and dripping, before he reached for you, one hand cupping your cheek as he kissed you. Hard. 

“How do you want me, Mr. Moreno?” you asked with a coy smile. 

“On your knees,” he hummed as he reached for his phone. 

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miscommunication

Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: After a walk in town you came across a magazine that showed your boyfriend kissing some other lady. In a sheer state of panic you left to your home town. Will New Year be saved?

Warnings: Anxiety, self-conscious, mention of cheating but no actual cheating, depression, dissociation, having a hard time with eating, heartbreak but happy ending

Genre: Angst but with a fluffy ending.

Words: 3,9K

A/N: reblogs are appreciated ❤

Miscommunication

It was just 2 days away from Christmas and you decided to go into town. Henry was out filming for another movie, he couldn’t tell much about. He would finally come home tonight and you wanted to make it special. He was so busy that he calls and texts would become less but you understood. But it didn’t meant that it didn’t make you self-conscious and full of anxiety.

You walked around town and walked into a little bookstore. Henry loved fantasy books and you wanted to get him a  new collection of books until you walked by the magazine section and something caught your attention.

You stopped and looked at the magazines. You saw a picture of Henry with a costar? You picked up the magazine and the headlines said: Did Superman exchange his lady for this supermodel? You felt tears pricking in your eyes. You looked at the girl and didn’t recognized her. It didn’t looked like this was taken on set as they were in an ally.

You knew you should’ve called Henry before assuming anything but unfortunately your past caught up to you and your anxiety, trust issues and self-doubts acted for themselves. It felt like you were out of your body and it acted for itself. Like you weren’t in control anymore. You bought the magazine and left the store.

You stood outside the snow for a minute, feeling extremely empty. You walked towards your car and had a massive blackout. This wasn’t coming from nothing though, you weren’t feeling okay for a long time now and little things overwhelmed you. Besides, that even though you understood that Henry was really busy, it wasn’t helping your doubts. Thinking what the hell he even saw in you as you started to struggle with your self-image etc, but didn’t tell Henry about it because you liked how confident you were in the first place and you were scared that he wouldn’t like you anymore because of this.

You started to drive home. You had lived with Henry for about a year now. You both decided on that because of Covid. As you got home you started to write a note, not being in a right state of mind. You walked upstairs, got your stuff, booked a flight to your home country, placed the magazine and note on the kitchen table along with the keys and left to the airport.

You called your mom in destressed state and even though she tried reasoning with you, it wasn’t working and she wanted you to be safe so she told you to come home. You boarded the plane with tears in your eyes and looked out of the window from the plane.

It didn’t take long before you were high up in the air, on your way home.

~Henry POV~

I couldn’t wait to get home and wrap Y/N in my arms again. I felt bad that I was too busy the last 2 weeks that I couldn’t even call her so I had presents in my bag, not only for Christmas, a big bouquet of flowers, Kal besides me.

I unlocked the door and it was awfully silent. “Sweetheart? I’m home!” I called for her but got no response. Kal ran inside and came back in no time, telling me she wasn’t home. She could be at a store or something or by friends but something felt really off. I couldn’t really put my finger on it but anxiety creeped up on me. I laid everything down and walked upstairs, hoping she was taking a nap, only to find that her stuff wasn’t there anymore. That was when panic set in.

I got my phone and tried to call her but it let me straight to voicemail, making me panic more. I rubbed my hands in my face in distress. I walked downstairs as I got her friend on the phone. “Hey Lena, is Y/N at your house?” she could hear the distress in my voice. “No… Why?” she asked just as confused. “she left and all her stuff is gone.” That’s when my eyes landed on the kitchen counter with a note and a magazine laying there. “I’ll call you back.” I told her and hang up the phone.

I walked over to the note and magazine and the first thing I saw was me kissing a costar on set. It was for the new movie I was in. I groaned and could slap myself in my face. I should’ve told her about the kiss scene. She saw this with no context but I didn’t understand why she didn’t just called me. I opened the note and started reading as fast as I could.

“Dear Henry,

First of all, I love you.

But I just can’t do this anymore. Everyone was right, I’m not good enough for you and you deserve better. I packed my things since I’m not very good at goodbyes. I had the most amazing year of my life with you and I want to thank you for that. I just wished you would’ve told me that you fell for someone else. I understand though, she is much prettier than me. I hope she is good to you.

I love you but this is for the best.

X Y/N”

I frowned at her note. What the… all of a sudden all the lose puzzles came together and it clicked in my head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” I kneeled down on the ground and felt the tears falling on my face. How can she think any of that. She means the world to me, she is my world. Kal came over and licked my face. I looked up and thoughts started racing through my mind. I have to get her back that’s one thing that’s for sure but I was trying to figure out where she went.

~Your POV~

Finally you landed back home. You walked out of the gates and saw your mother standing there. You gave her a hug and the tears started flowing. “Let’s go home” she said softly and guided you to the car.

“the family is home as well.” she told you and you nodded. The rest of the ride was silent as she noticed you weren’t in the mood for talking. You felt nauseous, as the distance grew between you and Henry grew, how emptier you felt. You just wanted to be held by him and hear him say that everything was going to be okay but this was better for him, you thought.

You put your phone on again and saw 8 missed calls from Henry and couple of text messages. “Love, we need to talk, please come back. I love you so much.”

“Please answer the phone, it’s not what you think. You’re my world.” You felt your heart tear out of your body and blocked Henry since it was hurting you too much. You knew that maybe this wasn’t the best decision but again your self-doubt took control.

Tears flowed on your cheeks as you looked out of the window and saw all the falling snow. Your mom grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “It will be okay, you just need a break right now and when you get calmer, you can talk but right now, you need to process. But trust me when I tell you, that he loves you.” she told you.  You shrugged and couldn’t care right now, all you wanted to do is crawl underneath the covers from your childhood room and hide from the world.

You arrived home, gave your family a hug and told them you needed some time. They understood and you walked upstairs, immediately crawling underneath the covers and cried yourself to sleep. God did you wanted to be held by Henry right now and be comforted but you couldn’t.

Days went by and you almost didn’t come out of your room. You didn’t know that your mom had contact with Henry. He explained everything to her and that it was a scene from a movie but they photographed it, put it on the front of the magazine and said that he was cheating. She believed him as she knew him and could hear the desperation in his voice. She told him everything she knew and the things you struggled with, so he could understand better where this came from. It wasn’t only bad relationships but also childhood trauma etc. Henry could slap himself for not seeing it sooner and not being there for you.

She did tell him that you needed some time to collect yourself and would keep Henry updated, which he agreed on. But instead of getting better, you got worse. You almost stopped eating, slept all day and when you were awake, all you could do was cry, panic and feel confused and in a battle with yourself.

Christmas came and you sat there but you were silent. You tried to act like you had a good time but you were close to crying every time. You hid it pretty well but your mom knew you too well. All you could think off was Henry and you started to feel ashamed and embarrassed too. But then you got mad again at the thought of him cheating and it was a mess and a rollercoaster.

What got to you the most was that he stopped calling you. Not that you were answering, but still did it hurt. It felt like he gave up on you and a small part of you wanted that but 90% didn’t and wanted him to keep fighting for you.

What you didn’t know was that Henry felt just as bad as you did. He couldn’t sleep either, cried a lot, which he normally didn’t do but you were his world and he regretted it that he didn’t show you as much as he wanted to.

The following weeks to New Year’s, your situation just worsened. Your mother had seen you with a heartbreaks before but never, ever has she seen it this bad. She knew you two were just meant for each other and enough is enough as she knew that Henry felt the same, as he told her.

It was the 31e of December and you got ready to go to your aunt’s house to celebrate it with your family. Obviously you weren’t in the mood to celebrate anything at all but maybe it would help you get some distractions even though you cried around the 10 minutes. Normally you had no tears left but this time it was different. And watching interviews of Henry didn’t help either and you knew it but you just wanted to see him so bad. Your heart ached to be with him, this was something you’ve never experienced before. Words couldn’t even describe in what kind of pain you felt.

You got into a nice outfit but still made it comfortable. You did your make-up and looked into the mirror. You looked bad…. You had bags under your eyes and had dark circles around them. Your eyes looked red from all the crying. You had sunken cheeks from stress and looked like you’ve lost a lot of weight. You cringed as you looked at yourself and felt the tears coming up again.

You walked away and tried to take a deep breath, be brave and push Henry out of your thoughts for now. You walked downstairs and your mom and her boyfriend gave you a sympathetic smile. You all gathered the booze and food and walked to the car, getting in.

It didn’t took long before you arrived. Even though you weren’t in a celebrated mood, you did like that you were celebrating it with your aunt. She was more like a big sister to you and you could tell her everything and she always managed to make you laugh in the worst scenarios. The last time you saw her was the first day you arrived back home.

She opened the door and gave everyone a hug. You were the last one and she took a look at you. “I love you very much but you look horrible. I’ve never seen you like this before….” she said softly and you rolled your eyes playfully to lighten the mood, otherwise it was going to be a very long night. “Y/N/N, I love you but promise me you’ll talk to him after the new year okay?” you nodded just to get it over with.

She got you in and gave you a much needed drink. You weren’t planning on drinking a lot because you knew you would get even more emotional in this state if you kept drinking and you wouldn’t want to put that on anyone right now. You helped your aunt, setting things up on the table, like snacks, drinks and booze.

You looked around the house and she decorated it lovely. It felt cozy and home like her house always did. All of a sudden your eyes fell on your mom and she was awfully lot on her phone with a frown. More than she normally was and before you could ask something your uncles came inside as well, giving everyone a big hug. You wanted to walk towards your mom but got pulled back by Jes, your aunt. “Let’s go outside for a moment okay? I need your help.” You nodded her and followed her.

You helped her with the lights outside. “So I want you to tell me everything that happened.” She told you. A sigh escaped your lips. “I’m not in the mood, Usi. ( her nickname), I don’t want to cry again.” She stopped and walked up to you. “Sweetheart, maybe I can help you process somethings.” She told you. “I love you very much usi but if I tell you know, than all I can do is cry and I don’t want to do that right now. I’ll promise I’ll come back later and tell you everything.” She looked down but nodded. “I understand.” You gave her a hug. “Let’s just try to have fun tonight.” You told her and she immediately started making jokes, which made you laugh.

It felt like a long time that you hadn’t laughed. You all walked inside again and your uncles were already messing around. “He Y/N/N, where’s your Superman?” they asked, not knowing the situation. Tears started to fill your eyes but luckily your aunt stepped in, knowing how protective they were about you and if there was still a chance between you, which was, your uncles wouldn’t let this go. “He had to be away for filming but no worries!” she told them and quickly gave them their booze. It helped since they were distracted. You smiled gratefully at your aunt, because if they knew, you wouldn’t hear the end of it this night and that was the last thing you needed right now.

You made eye contact with your mom and she gave you a smile… it was one of her smiles that meant that she had something to hide. You frowned and wanted to walk to her until your aunt got in the way again. She pulled you in the kitchen for a shot of tequila. You chuckled and took it. You both chatted a while in the kitchen and it did help you get distracted. Sometimes Henry would pop up but you pushed that feeling of agony down along side with the images that popped in your head.

*ding dong*

You and Usi looked at the door and back to each other. “Y/N? Can you open the door please?” your mother called from the room. You frowned and looked at Usi. She shrugged and turned her back to you.

You walked to the door, not seeing that Usi fist bumped your mother. You opened the door and saw a miserable Henry standing there with a bouquet of many red roses. He looked horrible just like you. You were in a awe. You closed the door behind you, not wanting your family to get nosey.

“How did you find me?” your voice was soft and cracked. “Your mother told me. She said that you were doing far from okay….” He told you just as soft. He slowly walked towards you, not knowing if you’d back up from him or hug him, and honestly neither did you. But your whole body started to act on itself. Henry pulled you carefully in a hug and first you froze but then, like I said, your body acted for itself. You grabbed him tightly and hid your face in his chest.

(Gif credits to @demivampirew )

You started to sob uncontrollably and you could hear Henry sniffle as well. “I love you so much puppy” he told you. You got into a rollercoaster of emotions because you were still mad at him and you wanted to push him away but you couldn’t.

“What you saw, in that magazine…. That was part of a scene that we we’re filming for our new movie. You know how the paparazzi can be. I love you and I can’t live without you. you’re my world and I should’ve showed you that more. But I can’t be away from you for another day.” You could hear his voice break. That was something you’ve never heard from him.

“I love you so much and I’m planning on spending the rest of my life with you. I can’t lose you, I don’t want to lose you. What you said in that note…. Only you are good enough for me, no one else can even come close to how much I love you. For me you are the most beautiful, gorgeous, smart, sweet, kind, caring woman I’ve ever come across and nobody can even compare to you. You really make me the luckiest man alive. I should’ve told you about the scene but the contract told me not to, but realizing that I could lose you, I couldn’t give a shit about that contract anymore. I love you and only you baby, and I’m so sorry that I haven’t showed you how much the last couple of weeks.”

You looked up at him with tears still flowing. He had tears flowing on his cheeks as well and you saw the sincerity and sacredness in his eyes. You believed him and you felt stupid for the way you acted. You wanted your bear, your protector back.

“I’m so sorry that I didn’t call you bear. I’m sorry that I just left. I was in such a blackout and….” He shushed you as he noticed the panic. “I know pup, your mother told me everything. But please come back to me. I promise I’ll try to show you every day how much I love. I can’t function without you. please come home pup. And if you want, we can find you help so you’ll feel better. So that you can see what I see in you, because you deserve the entire world and I would give it to you in a heartbeat.”

You hugged him tighter. “I’m sorry bear. I really am and next time I promise I’ll call you and talk to you first. I love you and I would love to come back.” he pulled you a little off of him so he could look into your eyes, both crying but let out a chuckle of relief. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs and you did the same. He held your cheeks into his warm palms and pulled you closer for a passionate kiss. The kiss was passionate and heated because you’ve missed each other so much. “I’ve missed you so much pup.” He told you as you broke free from the kiss. “I’ve missed you too bear.”

You could hear the people started to count down. “So you’ll come back home?” he asked you. “I’m already home.” He looked a little confused. “You are my home bear, it doesn’t matter where I am but home doesn’t feel like home without you and that because you are my home.” He smiled softly and his eyes showed all the love he had for you

“3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!!!!” you heard everybody scream and seconds later the fireworks started going off. Henry’s forehead rested against yours. “Happy New Year pup” he told you “Happy New Year bear.” You kissed him passionately as he pulled you tightly against his body, leaving no space for air, as he held you so tight.

After the kiss he buried his face in the crook of your neck as you held each other tightly. The fireworks started to go off and you both looked up. He still held you tightly, scared that if you’d both let go, the other would disappear again.

Your family came outside with the fireworks and champagne. They walked towards you and Henry and wished everyone a happy new year. Your mom walked towards the two of you and pulled you in a hug together. “Happy New Year you idiots.” She told you softly, making you both chuckle. “Happy New Year” you said in unison. She let go and looked at the both of you. “Yeah you both look like shit. But I’m glad you two are back together. Because you are made for each other. You make me believe in soulmates. So don’t make me mad again.” She told the two of you, making you chuckle.

Henry wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to his chest. “I’m sorry that I sort of ruined Christmas and New Year….” You told him, feeling guilty and ashamed. “Sweetheart, don’t worry about it. We’ll have many more Christmases together and about New Year…. You didn’t ruin it, you made it.” you smiled at his kind words and gave him a kiss, which he returned with love, both feeling touch starved.

“I promise I won’t go anywhere anymore.” You told him honestly. “If I have to go, I’ll take you with me.” he told you, making you smile.

That night you were both intertwined with each other, unable to let go as soft hair touches and kisses were given, just like warm and much needed cuddles.

Henry looked up at the ceiling in thought as you played softly with his chest hair. “What’s on your mind?” you asked carefully. He stayed silent for a moment and then looked at you. “Marry me?” he asked you, taking you off guard. “I promise I’ll propose to you again in a way that you deserve but I just…” you cut him off “Yes, I would love nothing more then to marry you. and I don’t need it in a way I deserve, I only need you.” he smiled at you, showing his teeth.

He rolled you over and kissed you passionately “I never want to leave you” he told you. “And I will never leave again. I promise.” He smiled and kissed you passionately again.  

[takes1]

Katsuki being jealous of another man by you, and denies he’s jealous, but eventually gives in when you cuddle him and he relaxes and is pouty about his petty actions? If you cannot do that’s fine, but I love your writings as always you are so underrated. Like you literally leave me wanting more 😠🔪 have a great day babes!

you are my fav person in the whole world ilysm and tysm for your support and help in my early days here !!! AGGRESSIVE APPRECIATION RAAHHHH !!!!! hope you like this and happy early bday lovely ! ♥

warnings. nsfw at the end, lil angst, language

details. afab!reader, aged up characters, reader has nulling quirk (not important), angst and fluff and smut, monoma being a nuisance, bakugou being a nuisance, emotionally stunted bakugou, petty highschool couple bs, cuddling, bakugou being obsessed with tits, 2.8k words

requests: open.

more bakugou + others: scenarios

You hated joint practical assessments with Class 1A and 1B. Especially with the gigantic monitor overhead, showcasing everyone's best and worst moments. Why was it necessary to watch others go through their tests? It was going to be responsible for your soon-to-be hearing loss, as your beloved, classy partner screamed at his middle school sweetheart to--

"GET OFF YOUR ASS, DEKU! GET UP, GET THE FUCK UP!"

It was like watching a middle-aged man spill popcorn all over his own living room because he was screaming too fervidly at the football game on television. The voice cracks were really the icing on top.

There were thankfully other impassioned classmates also yelling at Midoriya's beat-up face on the screen, helping dull the bite of his tantrum, as if he could possibly hear their lackluster advice and/or insults. In a way, it was nice seeing him so concerned for his old friend, wanting him to succeed so badly that he was spraying spit all over the row of 1B students in front of you.

Class 1-A was losing, which yes, was disappointing, but there were still three matches to go. Midoriya was not a deciding factor big enough to warrant Bakugou's severely misplaced rage.

"Aaah," A familiar, slimy voice cozied up to you, an arm slung casually around your shoulders, and Monoma's sly grin came into view on the opposite side from where Bakugo was standing.

"Class 1-A, once again, proves for us that 1-B is the more... sophisticated class, hm?"

"Get off of her."

Speaking of severely misplaced rage: Before you could shrug him off, he was wrenched violently back. Shoes scraped the ground and clothes were ripped, as two blond boys struggled, shouting for a second-- one out of fear, the other dead set on blowing him to pieces.

"I TOLD YOU TO GET OFF."

The smaller of the two would've been thrown straight onto the concrete if his torn uniform wasn't clutched so tightly in the other's hand.

"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WON'T BLAST YOU TO HELL RIGHT NOW?! WHO RAISED YOU?!"

You quickly looked to Kirishima for an ounce of reassurance. He usually was the only one who could get close enough to an irate Bakugou and either not get hit, or be able to sustain the consequent collateral damage. Unfortunately, you found that he was just as geared up for a fight. Arms were hardened, a knock-off shitty grin across his face, standing immediately behind the human megaphone.

"Oh, you picked the wrong fucking day, bro," The look on his face was nothing short of eager.

This was ridiculous. They were like a bully pair in a shitty old Christmas movie.

Easy fix, on your part. While he was distracted in the middle of his screaming match with Monoma, the thumb and ring finger of one hand slid onto the bare slick, skin of Bakugou's bicep. You watched him struggle against the Quirk's nulling effects, and get a little paler with accompanying nausea. You shot a warning glance to Kirishima. He softened up right away but didn't look too happy about it.

"I hate it when you do that," He snapped at you.

How contradictory. In the middle of a fight he starts because he was jealous, he speaks to you like a dog. Was he actually jealous, or did he just want an excuse to stay angry?

It came out so smooth, so easily, you couldn't react right away to humble him. The downright disrespectful expression he gave you recycled back to his victim's face. He was already halfway through threatening to kick Monoma's ass -the old-fashioned way- before you could even begin to think of something hurtful in return.

That was for the best. Students from 1-A and 1-B alike were watching, some looking for teacher interference and being disappointed there were none with you. It was short-staffed today and the ones that were here were occupying the practice field as safeties.

You walked away. The only sensible option after that was to sit with people not affiliated with him and try to get into a better headspace to start your match coming up. If he was going to hurt Monoma, he'd suffer the consequences of his actions without you being any part of it.

With assessments performed in the morning, this gave you the entire day to brush his efforts off, which grew increasingly more desperate in number and content.

When Aizawa broke the class into small discussions, he tried speaking to you for the first time since that morning.

"D'you finish the Defense assignment?" He muttered, not looking at you.

As you picked up your textbook, you gave a quiet, "Yeah," and moved to join a different group for discussions.

At lunch, he sat with you, and while you couldn't bring yourself to move anywhere else, you didn't share anything with him like usual. He was eyeing your food like he wanted to trade but didn't test the waters. Kirishima would speak exclusively to him, but it was quiet and sparse, like if he spoke any louder he'd set off a bomb.

When you were dismissed for the day, you didn't join him to walk to the dorms and train. Instead, you left with a group to go grab some coffee and 'study.'

Yet, all they wanted to talk about was that morning, so it wasn't as sobering as you intended it to be at first, but when the conversation topics inevitably changed to more digestible gossip, you began to feel a smidge better for the first time that day.

That is, until an inevitable message caught your attention.

KB: You did really well on your assessment

After another hour out, the group decided it was time to go back to the dorms, and on the way there, you kept your eyes on your phone. He must've missed you more than you gave him credit for.

A knock on the door broke you out of a locked stare you had on your unanswered messages. You tried not to make any assumptions as to who it could be as you crossed your room, but still couldn't help but feel disappointed that it wasn't Bakugou.

Still, Kirishima's face was not a welcome guest at the moment.

You kept it short. "What?"

"Can I- uh, come in?" He laughed, to keep it light, but quieted himself when you stepped aside and didn't return his energy.

He cleared his throat. It was clear he'd been with Bakugou a while; he smelled like him.

"He wanted me to tell you that he's really sorry about how he handled this morning."

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Were these the tactics he felt you were deserving of? What was wrong with these little boys? Was this elementary school?

"'Handled' referring to how he completely took over a situation that I already had under control? Then snapped at me? Right."

"And he's real sorry about it, you know he didn't mean to yell at you--," He made the mistake of assuming he was safe from this bigger-picture issue and leaned on your stuff.

"You didn't do a damn bit of help with that, did you?" You reminded him.

Shameful, ruby eyes pointed down to the floor, his jaw tightened, and he lifted his hand from your desk chair, uncomfortable now that he was in the hot seat. His reassurance to Bakugou all day that he did the right thing by being 'protective' and 'manly' was extremely misguided and you didn't have the patience at the moment to explain how he was wrong.

"Sending a messenger to do his dirty work," You scoffed, "If he wants to solve anything, he can come and see me himself."

Kirishima was pissing you off more just by being in your space. Now you didn't want to look at him anymore, so you pointed to the door with a quiet, "Just get out."

It was baffling how dense those two could be when they put their heads together for long enough. They acted like middle school boys so often, especially with the indirect communication, that you wondered if they'd ever emotionally mature past petty jealousy, emotional outbursts, and 'he told me to tell you blah blah blah.'

Now with an empty, quiet room to glance around, you took a big breath with your hands on your hips. Your eyes landed on the bathroom door.

A shower was exactly what you needed to get your mind off of the events of today and recalibrate your mind.

A little hot water was all it took to calm you down, clear your head, and remind you of what was worth getting worked up about. Short answer: Literally nothing. Nothing and nobody should be living in your head rent-free, stressing you out, or giving you wrinkles. Especially not some guy you knew would be groveling for you to forgive him.

Your skin and hair care routine hit particularly different tonight with that alluring thought. Bakugou always did look best when he was apologetic.

Before you could get two steps out of your bathroom, a surprise guest made you emit an embarrassing yelp-- Bakugou was on his phone, reclining back in your desk chair.

"Get- get out!" You cursed yourself for screwing that demand up and tightened the towel around your body.

He glanced up, not-so-subtly trailing his eyes down your legs, and muttered a monotone, "You said I needed to come and see you myself."

"Are you insane? I could've been naked!"

"Well, get dressed and let's talk," He sighed, exasperated.

It would've been hard to catch for most, but this was the best tone he could possibly conjure up in order to not piss you off. It was still harsh by average standards -demanding and bitchy, even- but for him, it was like he put a little 'please' at the end.

You made him turn around so you could pull on a shirt and shorts. He mumbled something bratty about how he's already seen everything.

It earned, "You don't get to see me right now."

His reaction had to be stifled. Being aggressive was what got him here, so he had to control himself. But God, did the thought of you changing behind him remind him that he needed to make this right.

"Okay," You let him know it was safe to turn around and stood in front of him, expectant, "You start."

He had you at the beginning.

However, the longer he went on, it became clear that he had some type of elaborate script in his head, possibly co-authored by Kirishima, in an effort to appease you and smooth tensions over as much as possible, as quickly as possible. It was a mess of 'sorry for a,b,c,d,e... I'll do better next time' and was the least sincere thing you had ever heard.

"That was sad, Katsuki. Seriously."

Flabberghasted his agglomeration of I'm Sorry didn't work on your impossible feminine sensitivities, his calm demeanor cracked and he threw his hands up to rub his face.

You had to guide him through this process if anything was going to happen. "How do you really feel? I don't care if you don't think I'll like it, just be honest."

His head turned to the side. He bit the inside of his cheek.

"I'm confused. I thought you'd like me standing up for you."

The chair waved back and forth while he continued his honesty, "But you didn't. And it pisses me off because I don't know what you want from me."

When you opened your mouth to respond, he hastily added, "And I feel bad about snapping at you. Shouldn't have... shouldn't have done that."

"Okay," You breathed. That wasn't so bad.

Bakugou avoided your eyes while you cleared up his confusion in the evenest tone you could muster. "I do like you standing up for me. But you didn't need to get physical with Monoma just because he touched me."

"Fuck, it's- a compliment!" He laughed as if it was obvious.

"Picking fights and screaming is a compliment?" You crossed your arms.

His pretty face worked hard. For such an intelligent guy, anything to do with his own emotions took him for an amusingly long loop. Veiny hands gripped the chair and his thumbs tapped.

He struggled to explain himself, expressive hands flying around. "I just... I was already so pissed and Monoma can just suck a bag of dicks, so... when he--,"

Bakugou was getting himself worked up all over again, remembering the way somebody else was leaning all over you, how close his face was to yours. You grew sympathetic, less tense all over, as you found genuine worry start to crack through his frustration.

With a sigh, you set your arms down and embraced him, "C'mere."

It didn't take long for him to melt against you, the side of his head squished firm in the middle of your chest as he calmed, listening to your heartbeat.

"It's so easy getting mad about that stuff," He admitted, "'m always... I dunno, ready to blow someone's head off. Now I got you."

Big, red eyes looked up at you briefly, then embarrassed, he lowered his face back into the safety of your body.

Your hands caressed his head, thumbs rubbing out some tense spots along his hairline, "That sounds exhausting."

"Feels pretty good actually," He informed you and leaned into your gentle massage.

In a way, you could imagine the freedom of letting loose so much that you could just scream obscenities and threaten whomever you wanted because you didn't care, but the difference is that his attention was more moment-to-moment. Which, in hindsight, must've made the entire day quite grueling to get through.

"I didn't like the way he put his hands on you." He muttered into your chest.

Two warm palms under your shirt crossed in the center of your back and gave a firm grip to your sides, making you grimace at how close he forced you to him at such an awkward angle.

Nonetheless, you pet the straight, spiky strands on his head in side-to-side motions. His warm, steady breath on your bicep tickled.

You reminded him gently, "You don't like it when anyone touches me."

One hand slipped out of your shirt to squeeze your arm to his mouth. He sucked a slow kiss into it, then after admiring his mark on the otherwise blank canvas, went in for another. Maybe if he covered you in enough bites and bruises, nobody would have the audacity to make him jealous anymore.

For a moment, you tried to pull your arm away, still not done with your conversation, but he snaked his arms around you once more and stood up, "'Cuz your mine," buzzing against your temple, as he carried you over to your bed.

A sigh was muffled against the top of his head as he trapped you underneath him, face going straight for the unrestricted plush give of your chest. He notoriously hated your bras. Would burn them all, if only he knew where you kept them.

"Heavy ass," You groaned, prying your arms from underneath his weight to rub his shoulders and neck, "You don't see me getting mad about girls getting close to you."

One of his hands dove up your shirt through your unobstructed side and slipped over one of your breasts to play with. He chuckled against the other, "Girls don't screw with me."

You hated how right he was. He didn't exactly sell himself on charm and charisma. Everything about him was enough to scare most women off. He was an explosive, feral little demon. But as unhinged as he was, he loved you, wanted you, cherished you. He just showed it in unconventional ways.

"Missed you..." He mumbled against the bunched-up fabric.

A very amused chuckle fell from your lips at his pouty demeanor. It seemed like he could only be this vulnerable when he was physically distracting you. His hand fell to the side to position his thumb directly over your perky bud, eyes studying his own tap-tap-tapping until he felt you tug on the back of his head.

He took a big huffy breath, "'m sorry for being such a jealous ass."

Teeth and tongue were on your skin, lazily, apologetically devouring the one breast he chose to focus on. You assumed he was alluding to him blowing up at you.

You emitted a sharp hum and relaxed your head back on your pillow, "At least-- Mmn, you admit it."

He switched, finally, with a good final kiss to your sensitive lil friend, and lifted your thighs so you could lock them comfortably around his waist. In his adjustment, he pushed up the rest of your shirt, deemed it useless, and slipped it off.

Your mind was cloudy with the swirling mix of just the right amount of cuddly and sexy chemicals. Bakugou apologized, admitted he was wrong, and was being far too cute with your tits in his mouth.

"Aah- just--mn, don't do it again," You warned.

He hummed obediently against you and smiled at the needy squeeze he got around his middle.

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Christmas Confessions

Gerri Fields x Reader

Summary: When Gerri is faced with having to spend the holiday away from you, she makes the most important decision of her life.

Warnings: none

Pronouns: not used || Word count: 1.550

This story isn't part of the Christmas Special, but it's still special: a Christmas gift for @somewhatgreatexpectations. Friend, you already know how important you are to me, I don't need to say it again. But I will, you're immensely important to me haha I hope you enjoy this humble gift.

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

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Christmas miracles only exist in movies. Gerri would find that out this holiday.

You and the brunette met at university and to say that you have become inseparable since then is a great understatement.

The connection between the two of you was surprising not only to you but to all your friends.

After the friendship, it didn't take long for other feelings to develop between the two of you. However, just as they were intense, they were also hidden.

You fell in love with Gerri's goofy ways, and the brunette fell in love with your stubborn and determined manner that seemed to be much more apparent with her. Neither of you talked about it, though.

And then time passed and the winter break arrived.

Gerri was going to stay in New York, of course, her family was from here after all. But you were going back to California, to your hometown.

The idea of being away was very badly received by both of you. But you couldn't find an excuse convincing enough to stay, much less Gerri found one to ask you to stay.

And so, you came home and Gerri hasn't been able to stop thinking about you ever since.

Christmas at the brunette's house would be like all the others, dull and boring. This year, however, there is something more. The urge to see you, to be with you, to...

Screw it.

This is what goes through Gerri's mind as she makes up her mind.

Without a second thought, the brunette buys the first ticket she can find to Los Angeles, not even bothering to pack more than a simple backpack.

Telling her mom about this minor change of plans was easier than she expected. But that's only because she did it over the phone on the way to the airport, hanging up on her mother as soon as she started screaming that her daughter had lost her mind.

But all good things are short-lived, so it didn't take long for the first problem to appear.

Gerri hates snow.

She didn't hate it five minutes ago. But now that the damn ice crystals had delayed her flight, she hated them deeply.

Half an hour. One hour. Two hours. Fuck!

The brunette was about to pull every hair out of her head when finally the damn airport speakers announced that they had arranged a new flight for her, and Gerri rushes to the gate indicated by the employee.

Checking the time on her cell phone before turning it off for the flight, the brunette sighs heavily. She would land in Los Angeles around 7:30. Not such a bad time, right?

And we come to the second problem: Gerri now hates cars too.

Let's face it, it was obvious that the streets would be crowded at this time on Christmas Eve. But where are all those Christmas clichés when you need them?

Honestly? Homophobic.

In the back seat of the car, the brunette anxiously watches the minutes tick by on her cell phone screen. The car is not moving at any moment.

To make things worse, the driver didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, unlike her.

With an impatient huff, Gerri programs the map app to check how far it is to your house.

20 minutes. Not like this. An idea crosses her mind.

This is stupid. Oh, this is so stupid. But it's you, so it would be worth it.

Without a second thought (for the coincidentally second time that day), Gerri opens the door and steps out.

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Christmas is one of your favorite days of the year. It lost some of its fun without Gerri here, though.

To make matters worse, the girl was not answering any of your texts and you were growing bored.

Trying to distract yourself with food and your family's conversations helped a little, but only briefly.

"Y/n!" Your sister calls your name as you check your cell phone for what must be the twentieth time that night, and you raise your eyes to her with a furrow of your eyebrows.

"It's for you." She announces in a sing-song voice, a knowing glance directed at you that only makes you more curious.

When you reach the door, however, your confusion turns to astonishment.

"Gerri?" You ask shocked, but the girl smiles easily, admiring the face she has missed so much over the past few days. "Hi."

"What are you doing here?" You ask curiously, closing the door behind you and muffling the sound of the party inside.

"I came...to see you." The brunette replies, pausing as she breathes heavily, her hand on her belly. You furrow your brows even deeper, an amused chuckle escaping your lips as you ask, "are you all right?"

"Almost, I'm recovering," Gerri replies, resting her hands on her knees as she takes deep breaths in an attempt to get herself together. "The traffic here is terrible."

"You can't really complain, New Yorker." You snidely retort, making the other girl laugh softly. As the pieces begin to fit together in your mind, you widen your eyes in wonder. "Did you walk all the way here?"

"I ran, actually." The brunette tells, straightening her posture finally and looking at you. "Only the last twenty minutes of the drive."

"Did you spend twenty minutes running or did you run the twenty minutes that would've been by car?" You ask with a single raised eyebrow, and a key seems to turn in the girl's mind. So that's why those supposed twenty minutes seemed so long.

"Yes." She answers playfully, refusing to tell you that it was indeed the second option, and you chuckle softly, shaking your head in amused disapproval. Soon, however, your posture returns to a curious one. "What are you doing here, Gerri?"

"I need to talk to you." She says hesitantly, and you can't help but notice her fingers anxiously playing with her rings. You raise an eyebrow teasingly. "Have you ever heard of phones?"

"It needed to be in person." The brunette confesses amidst a giggle, her cheeks taking on a shade of pink that blends in with the previous pink from running. "Couldn't you wait until after school starts?"

"Do you want me to leave?" She retorts in a playful tone of irritation and you laugh softly, the sound making Gerri smile immediately.

With a theatrical motion of your hand, you indicate for the brunette to speak. Despite the teasing, your eyes are tender and full of expectation, giving Gerri the courage to speak.

"I love you." She breathes out, and the confession makes the eyes of both of you go wide. "Damn, this wasn't smooth at all." The brunette mumbles next, but noticing that you are too stunned to say anything, she takes a deep breath.

"It's the truth, though. I love you and I've tried to tell you this all semester, but I haven't had the courage because you're beautiful and so, so sweet, and amazing and perfect... What was I talking about again?"

You bite your lip in a smile, relishing the girl's passionate, almost hypnotized look your way. Deciding to disguise the rapid beating of your heart, you joke, "You were professing your undying love for me."

"Right. That's right." The brunette confirms, nodding energetically, and you let out a brief happy giggle, Gerri joining you with a shy one.

"So?" She asks, a tone so hesitant and expectant that all you can think to do is step forward.

The brunette watches wide-eyed as you put your hands on her cheeks, your lips moving slowly toward hers.

Despite the complete flustered mess your proximity has turned the girl into, Gerri meets you halfway, her hands making their way to your waist, pulling you close.

With her brain completely devoted to drinking in your presence, Gerri is only able to formulate three thoughts:

1) your lips are deliciously soft;

2) you taste like home;

3) she wants to kiss you forever.

Unfortunately, however, the third thought does not come true, and you slowly pull away from her.

"I love you too." You whisper against her lips, and Gerri swallows hard, trying to regain the rhythm of her heartbeat.

"Are you sure? I think I'm going to need more confirmation." She replies breathlessly, her eyes completely drawn to the smile you flash next before leaning in once more.

The second kiss is even better than the first. But unfortunately, like the first, it too comes to an end.

"Come on now, let's get you something to eat to refuel your energy for the marathon." You tease, your hand coming down from her face just to hold hers, and Gerri smiles.

"Just for the record, it was totally worth it." The brunette informs, raising her index finger in the air to emphasize her words, and making you laugh softly as you lead her inside.

All-day long, Gerri didn't think that by coming here she would also meet your family, and the girl was about to combust from timidity.

But it's okay because you would stay with her the whole time, your hand caressing hers to reassure her whenever everything seemed too much.

And she didn't know it yet, but you were as much hers as she was yours.

Everything would be all right.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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haunted house ~ billy loomis;scream

word count: 1489

request?: no

description: when his girlfriend is terrified by a haunted house, billy promises to protect her no matter what

pairing: billy loomis x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

*to celebrate the start of spooky season!*

I looked up at the abandoned building turned haunted house. I don’t know who decided it was a good idea to make a haunted house out of a place that was supposedly haunted. I definitely don’t know what possessed me to go with my group of friends to the damn haunted house either.

“Do you think we’ll see, like, an actual ghost or something?” Tatum asked as we waited in line to enter the haunted house. “What if we see an actual dead body and we just think it’s a prop?”

“What if we get possessed?” Stu added. Tatum giggled excitedly and leaned into him.

“We’re not gonna get possessed,” Randy said. “Or see any dead bodies or ghosts. The place is an old abandoned home, not a murder site.”

“Not that we know of,” Stu whispered to Tatum, causing her to giggle again.

I crossed my arms and looked up at the scarily decorated building. Not that it was something I was about to admit to my horror crazy friends, but I was terrified to go into the haunted house. I hated haunted houses, I always did. I went once as a young child with my parents and some asshole thought it would be funny to chase after a five year old with a fake chainsaw. I didn’t know it was fake at the time of course cause, you know, I was five.

Noticing my discomfort, Billy put an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “Hey, don’t listen to Stu. We won’t see any ghosts or dead bodies, it’s just gonna be a harmless haunted house.”

“Harmless, sure,” I said, trying my best to smile at him.

Stu and Tatum excitedly ran into the haunted house once we got to the front of the line. I could hear Tatum scream the moment she passed through the door, which only made my stomach turn even more.

Randy entered next, followed by an also hesitant Sydney. I was glad not to be the only one who wasn’t excited by this idea. When it came to me and Billy, I was also hesitant at first. Billy pulled on my arm slightly, finally getting my legs to move.

The minute we walked through the door, the air was stuffy from the fog. The lights were so dim that I could barley make out the figures of my friends in front of me or Billy beside me. There was a bright, blinking strobe light that showed the outlines of the bodies around us; whether they were real people or just dummies I couldn’t tell.

The first scare was some kid jumping out from a room wearing a Jason Voorhees mask wielding a fake machete. I screeched and clung to Billy’s arm as he laughed and kept walking. I could hear screaming from the other attendees and jeers from the people playing the characters.

Billy’s hand slipped from mine and my panic began to rise. I still couldn’t see very well and now the strobe lights were starting to disorient me. I just wanted to get to the end and to go home.

I had my arms around myself, as if that would protect me, when a group of kids ran past me, giggling and screaming. They startled me slightly, but not as much as one of the haunted house workers jumping out at me, a mask over his face and a fake chainsaw in his hands. Flashbacks to my first haunted house played before my eyes as I screamed and covered my face. I backed away until I hit a wall, but my attacker kept coming, chainsaw raised over his head. I began to sob in terror as it became evident that the chainsaw wielding maniac wasn’t backing away.

“Hey man! Get the fuck away!”

I recognized Billy’s voice as the chainsaw finally shut off. Through the dim light I could see Billy shoving my attacker away before kneeling down next to me.

“She’s fucking crying, alright? That means back the fuck up and leave her alone!” he snapped as he knelt down next to me. “Are you okay, babe?”

I shook my head, unable to speak due to my sobbing. Billy put an arm around me and pulled me to my feet.

“Keep your head ducked, I’ll get us out of here,” he said.

I tucked my head against shit shoulder as he led me out of the haunted house. I jumped with every scare that came at us, but for the most part I was able to avoid any further upset. Once we walked out through the exit door, I took a deep breath and savored the fresh air in my lungs.

Stu and Tatum were already out and basically dry humping on the fence as they waited for us. Tatum shoved Stu away as Billy and I approached, eyeing me specifically. “What happened to you?”

I shook my head. “I d-don’t wanna t-talk about it.”

“Man, they really got you, huh (Y/N)?” Stu asked. “Which was it? Was it the dude with his guts spilling out everywhere?”

“Leave her alone,” Billy said. “I’m gonna take (Y/N) home, I’ll meet up with you guys later.”

“Awe, why do you guys gotta be such party poopers?” Tatum asked, but Billy ignored her as he brought me to his car.

I looked at myself in the sun visor mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and puffy and my nose was as red as a tomato. I could see the tear streaks now stained on my flushed face. I looked like hell, or at least that I had been to Hell and back.

“You don’t have to drive me home, Billy,” I said when he got into the driver’s seat. “I can call my parents to give me a run home.”

“It seems like you need someone besides your parents right now,” he said. “Besides, I’m not jumping to spend the night with a sexed up couple, my ex-girlfriend, and the horror movie aficionado who would likely talk about how lame that haunted house was the whole night.”

This was enough to put a small smile on my face. Billy smiled back at me and started driving towards my house.

The beginning of the ride was silent besides the static sounds of Billy’s car radio. I rolled down the window to let the air blow on my warm face. I sighed, a sense of guilt eating away at me still for pulling Billy away from our friends.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked.

“Not really,” I responded.

“Okay, then we don’t have to talk about it.”

It was something I appreciated about Billy. He respected my wishes and didn’t push me further than I wanted to go. There’s not a lot of guys, or a lot of people for that matter, that would do that.

“I hate haunted houses,” I said, resting my head against the seat. “My parents took me to my first one when I was a kid and I got chased by a guy who had a fake chainsaw, like the guy who cornered me back there. That shit stuck with me, I’ve never been to a haunted house since. Not until tonight anyways.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? We didn’t have to go.”

“Cause you seemed so excited by it, and everyone else was going. I didn’t think it would be that bad until I lost you and had a repeat of that episode from when I was five.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. “God, why couldn’t I just fucking get over it?”

“Being traumatized isn’t exactly something you get over,” Billy said. “You were a kid brought into an environment where a kid should never be.”

We pulled up to my house and Billy reached over to put his hand on mine. I looked up at him and smiled. It was nearly impossible to be upset when I had such an amazing guy on my side.

“Next time, I want you to tell me when you don’t want to do something,” he said. “It’s not fair to you, especially if it’s something that will bring up old memories like that.”

“I promise,” I said.

“And I promise to always protect you, no matter what. No one will ever hurt you as long as you have me.”

“I know.”

I leaned forward to kiss him. All the upset I had been feeling just moments before seemed to vanish from my body as his lips pressed against mine. His hand was gently as it caressed my face while the other closed in around my hand.

When I pulled away, I glanced at my house to see that the lights were off, indicating that my parents were likely gone to bed.

“Park down the road and I’ll sneak you in for the night?” I asked.

Billy smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. “Deal.”

[latin-dr-robotnik]

I don’t know if it’s been discussed already, but something that really impressed me about Sonic 2 is how the set up Robotnik’s sheer brilliance from the very first minute.

I feel like Sonic 1 mainly showed how smart he is, always in control of the situation and with enough resources to shift the tide if things change. Sonic 2 in comparison focuses a lot on his sheer determination, how far he’s willing to push, to plan ahead and stick to it to the last consequences, to become a god among men and rule over them all. And it all started with “I’ll be home by Christmas!” at the end of the first movie and that incredibly complex trap he set up for the three scavengers and Knuckles at the start of this new movie. That’s a seriously impressive moment, by the way.

I brought this side of Eggman’s character up months ago when I noted his plan in Sonic 3 and how he did not let it go until the very last second of the game, and the second Sonic movie felt like I was watching exactly that. Ever since the minute he came back to Earth he didn’t treat Sonic with the same smart, professional attitude like in Sonic 1, this time he was out for blood because the hedgehog would stop his plans otherwise. He kept his witty comments, but he wasn’t playing games at all after being banished to the Mushroom Planet for so long. He literally set up a horror movie scene at Sonic’s house as his entrance, lol.

And while he may not have suceeded at first, he took control of the situation, executed his plan perfectly and when it was time to handle the betrayal, he waited for his chance, spoke in a low voice when he tried to backstab Knuckles until Sonic interrupted that. Then, a new opportunity arose: distract the fools, grab the Emerald, be untouchable. So clean and elegant.

A similar thing happens at the end, in a moment I was actually waiting to repeat Eggman’s “gotcha!” moment in Unleashed’s intro. As Super Sonic enters the scene and starts to tear the mech apart, he takes a step back and tries to reason with him, to reach a fake middle ground in an attempt to lure Sonic into a false sense of security before striking back. It didn’t work, of course, but we know that exact move has worked at least once in the game series before, and I think that’s what makes that moment in the movie so damn cool.

I may be rambling a bit by now since I’m still trying to piece together what I think of the movie overall, but that’s what impressed me the most of Robotnik in Sonic 2. Even at the end of the movie his fate is unclear, and while that may have to do with decisions outside of the movie itself, I like the idea Eggman will just vanish and leave everyone wondering if he’s really gone or not, while also setting up Stone as a future main threat. It’s like the mystery of Eggman’s fate at the end of Sonic Forces but, y’know, good.

tl;dr this is peak Robotnik

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two nights, one you

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SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ a last-minute one night stand gone awry is extended into two nights when you’re snowed in at the cute (but rude) stranger’s apartment on christmas eve. [loosely based on the movie, two night stand] // part of the x-mas in ncity collection  GENRES ⇾ crack | smut | fluff  WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌lots of bickering and dialogue, smut, oral s*x (f and m receiving), fingering, mentions of alcohol/drinking, swearing, bit of angst before the end, jaemin’s an asshole... or is he? RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen​ 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ it’s late (and long fsldkm), srysry but here it is! i hope the humour comes out in this and look away if falls flat zzz fingers crossed that i can finish the last two installments for this collection asap! 

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Maybe it’s because it’s the evening of Christmas Eve Eve and you’re feeling more lonely than usual.

Maybe it’s due to the two glasses of wine you guzzled down in the span of fifteen minutes that get you buzzed.

Maybe it’s your prominent six-month dry spell and you’re in desperate need for some much needed rain in your drought.    

Or maybe it’s just pure impulsiveness.

Regardless of the reasons, you’re aiming to get laid tonight.  

It’s 9:45pm as you make the rounds on Tinder. You’ve used it in the past, searching for a relationship in vain, but haven’t used it much since you broke up with your last partner. Bringing the app alive again, you’re already bombarded by distasteful messages, off-putting one-liners and jokes, and swiping left more than you’d like.

You haven’t had a one-night stand before, but isn’t there anyone on here that is just a little bit attractive, nearby where you are, around your age, and is somewhat chivalrous about the topic besides saying DTF? Maybe you need to lower your standards if you want to get dicked down tonight.

But then, you land on him.

One Na Jaemin, 20 years old, and only four miles away from you.

Scrolling through his profile pictures and Instagram feed, you assume that he’s into photography, is on the athletic side from the various hobbies he partakes in, and he must be at least half-aware of his beauty because there’s the occasional pic that shows off his lean, toned arms, which, if you can be frank, is more flattering than the shirtless ones you constantly see. Oh, and he attends the same university as you.

The cherry on top? His bio is simple and upfront:

“Not up for anything serious, but always down for a good time ;)”

You swipe right without hesitation.

“It’s a Match!” flashes instantly at you. Your mouth swings open in disbelief.  

Usually, you’d wait for your matches to message you and play hard-to-get, but not tonight. Tonight, you’re initiating and leading all the conversations, completely driven by your thirst.  

Messaging Jaemin is a breeze. He types with more than half a brain, and he flirts, but it isn’t overwhelming or repulsive. Segueing the current topic, you drag your bottom lip upward as you send the following message:  

so, hypothetically... if one were to have good time with you would tonight work?

Not even twenty seconds later and he replies with:

-wow, dont you go straight to the point -im impressed -but yeah -tonight works ;)

He’s quick to send his address.

-let me know when ur here and ill come get you out front!

Smacking your lips together, you squeal to yourself in the comfort of your home, excited to meet with him, but then a thought hangs over you—this feels a little too good to be true. Horrible scenarios run through your head, so your fingers dash across your phone’s keyboard:

tbh i haven’t really done this b4 so im kinda new to this is it ok if we video call or smth? gotta make sure you’re real and not a serial killer i’m sure you understand 😛

-for sure for sure -totally get it -ive had my fair share of fake girls and serial killers so i feel u 😛

Grateful for his consideration, you rush to rearrange your hair after you send him a Zoom link, hoping you look decent enough to not have him back off from his initial offer. He appears in the video call on his phone with the front-facing camera on a few seconds after you connect.

“Hi,” you chirp.

A corner of his mouth lifts. “Hey.”  

Okay, he’s definitely cuter in real-time than in his pictures.  

“You know, I’m not gonna lie, but I lowkey expected to see a dick or something,” you joke in an attempt to dispel your nervousness.  

“Same,” he chuckles, running a hand through his black hair.

Oh God, he’s not just cute—he’s devastatingly gorgeous.

“So, this is my place...”

Jaemin moves around with his apartment in the background, revealing his living room first. Envy prods you as you note the brick walls, high ceiling windows, and well-appointed furnishings.

Recalling his address, you ask, “How’d you get a place in the heart of the city?”

“Lucked out,” he shrugs. His phone shakes a bit as he’s still moving. “My friend slash roommate—who is at his girlfriend’s place tonight, so we have the place all to ourselves—his parents own the condo and they gave me a friend discount on the rent.”

He finally stands in one place and turns the light on to reveal a room. “And this is my bedroom.”

Nothing out of the ordinary. A desk table with a gaming set-up, in tow with a gamer chair, and a decently-sized bed beside a nightstand.

“Oh, and here’s my closet.” Jaemin’s on the move again as he opens his closet doors. “Just to make sure you don’t think I hide the skins of my past one-nighters in here.”

A bubbly laugh rises from you. “Okay, I didn’t think of that before, but now you’ve planted the seed in my head. Maybe you hide them in the other rooms.”

“Nah, my roommate would kill me if I did.”

Both of you laugh in unison, and you bob your head with puffed cheeks.  

“Okay, it all seems very promising. I’m going to get ready and I’ll guess I’ll see you in a bit, Jaemin.”

“Sounds good,” Jaemin nods, then winks. Although you’re sitting down, he’s still able to get you weak in the knees. “See you soon.”

You end the call and rush to bundle up for the snow starting to come down outside. A twenty-minute train ride later, you’re at the front door of a rustic, industrial apartment complex. After informing Jaemin you’re outside, you glance up at the snowflakes falling from the dark pink-grey sky, anticipating for what comes next.

Sex with a hot guy, what can go wrong?  

So, you must’ve jinxed it because the sex is...  

Unsatisfying. Finished faster than you’d like it to be. Sadly, overall disappointing. If you had to rate it, three out of five stars, at best.

But hey, he came, and you sort of did, and it wasn’t the worst sex you’ve ever had. It half-quenched your dry spell.

And enough happened that it tired you out, leaving you passed out in the handsome stranger’s bed until morning.

In the morning, your eyes slowly flicker, unused to the foreign, sweet scent engulfing you in your bed. Correction: Jaemin’s bed.

Your eyes flicker faster as you glance through the almost wall-sized window. The snow hasn’t let up from last night. On the contrary, it seems like it’s snowing non-stop. You groan at the thought of going home in this weather.

The bed is without Jaemin’s presence as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. 10:36AM and a few notifications greet you. You rub your eyes and start combing through them, rising upward to sit up on the bed.

“Morning. You’re finally up.”

Peering up from your device, Jaemin’s standing by the door with folded arms. His plain sweater and sweatpants match the colour of his hair. The dazzling smile he gives is so contagious, you’re not even conscious of catching one too.  

“Out you go.”

You blink.

Once, twice, and then you tilt your head as you stare blankly at him, uncertain if you heard him correctly.

After a few moments, because you’re not moving an inch, his smile dissipates and he cocks an eyebrow in expectancy. A serious expression rolls over his face.  

Suddenly, Jaemin strolls to the side of the bed and hitches his thumb towards the door.

You definitely heard him right.

And he’s dead-serious.

You replay the video call from last night, dissecting how you thought he was nice and funny and—

Realization dawns on you.

Why would you expect anything more from a two-faced fuck boy?

Still awestruck by the situation, you’re still solid as a statue, so Jaemin takes matters into his own hands and grasps you by your elbow, casually dragging you from his bed like he’s taking out the trash.  

“What the fuck?!” you screech.

“C’mon, let’s go. Out out.”

“My clothes, though!” you protest in the middle of the hallway. He sighs in frustration, scurries to the bedroom, and returns with a small pile in his arms, then continues to drag you to the front door.  

“Are you always this pleasant with your guests the morning after?” you rage, putting on the rest of your clothes by the door. “You don’t even have the decency to offer me tea or coffee?”

“This was a one-night stand, not a bed and breakfast, sunshine,” he says as he watches you put your shoes on. He’s folding his arms again and leaning against the wall, his attitude dripping with smug. If he wasn’t a stranger, you’d punch it off his face. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were new to this, huh?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“It means you’re a borderline virgin who needs to toodle-loo, get going and gone because you’re overstaying your welcome as we speak.”

Finishing putting on your coat, you’re fuming as your jaw hangs at the personal jab over your skills in bed. Jaemin swings the door open and shoves you through it.

“But I’ll admit, it was still nice having sex with you!” he chimes with a sickening grin and a hand on the door.  

“Aw, thanks asshole, wish I could say the same,” you sarcastically reply, resting a palm upon your chest.  

He scoffs. “From what I heard last night, I think I can confidently say that you had a great time.”

Flashbacks replay in your mind of your screaming fest from underneath him. Little did Jaemin actually know—

“You know, for someone who I assume has many one-night stands,” you spit with squinted eyes. “I’m surprised you can’t tell when girls fake it.”

You must’ve hit a sore spot because he grinds his teeth and you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

Oh yeah, you’re definitely the winner in this fight.

“Okay, you know what, Merry Christmas and fuck you. Have a great life!”

“Fuck you, dickface. Wishing you a miserable Christmas!”

With a bitter smile, you flip him off as he slams the door in your face.

Carrying a basket filled with dirty clothes, Jaemin’s on the way down to the laundry room in the basement of his apartment with his shoulder scrunched up, squeezing his phone to his ear.

“Bro, she had the audacity to say that I didn’t make her come when she was screaming my God damn ear off—”

As he steps down the short flight of stairs and passes by the foyer area by the main entrance to the building, he notices you’re still here.

“Shit, uh, Jeno,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna have to call you back.”

He stuffs his phone into the pocket of his sweats and calls out to you as he strides closer. “Are you resorting to stalking me by my front door now?”

With crossed arms, you peer over your shoulder, eyes full of bitterness.

“Like I wanna be anywhere near you right now,” you grumble. You jerk your head towards the thick, wooden door. “It’s jammed from the snow.”

The laundry carrier shakes his head and places the basket onto the floor. “A little snow never hurt anyone. You’re probably just too weak.”

Stepping aside and holding out an arm, you signal for him to give it a try.

Jaemin twists the handle and, lo and behold, it doesn’t open. His forehead crinkles as he tries again and again, using more force each time.

Glancing through one of the partially frosted windows adjacent to the sides of the door, he notices the snow has piled enormously high, almost to the height of his chest.

“Well, shit.”  

Reluctantly, Jaemin brings you back to his apartment. You’re technically his guest and if he left you in the foyer to freeze, trouble would surely come his way, whether it be in the form of his landlords (also known as his roommate’s parents) or the police.

Without a word, he settles a spoon in a bowl, a carton of milk, and a box of cereal onto the small kitchen table.

At first, you stare at it venomously in rejection, thinking you can easily last a day without any hand-outs from this son of a bitch, but your stomach roars ferociously three seconds later.

As you chew across from him, you enjoy the company of your phone over him, while he does the same but with a cup of coffee in hand.

After finishing your food, you adamantly place your phone down and lean back into the chair, boring holes into his head.

“Why are you such an asshole?” you seethe observantly.

“Why are you such a bitch?” he retorts, not pulling his gaze away from his phone.

“Because you started it,” you say slowly, stating the obvious.

“No, you.”

You sigh defeatedly at his childish behaviour. The weather apps predict the snow will (hopefully) die down by tomorrow morning, thus you’re officially stuck with him for the next twenty-four hours or so. Your hands rake through your hair.

“Whether we like it or not, the snow isn’t going away until tomorrow. Merry Christmas Eve to us, I guess.”

He’s still glued to his phone. You exhale another sigh.

“Since we’re not getting out of this until then, can we just...” You soften your voice. “Start over?”

His eyes are still on the screen, but from the way his shoulders tense and how he stops scrolling, you know he’s considering your proposition.

“At least call a stalemate over this.” You drift your hand in the air, gesturing between you and him.

Blowing out air and shaking his head, he rests his phone onto the table.

“Fine.”

He crosses his arms, imitating you, and the two of you sit there, staring at each other in a long silence.  

One minute, to be exact.

You’re the one to break the silence game by running your hands over your face, letting out a hybrid of a groan and laugh.

“God, the fact that we had sex makes this kinda awkward, huh?”

Jaemin’s exterior melts slightly, letting out a snicker. He shrugs, “Then let’s just pretend that we didn’t have sex.”

“We can’t just pretend that we didn’t have sex,” you say, holding two upturned palms near your face.

“We did it, it’s done. I’ve seen your penis, you kicked me out, and you labelled me a prude—” You dart a finger towards him. “—which I am far from, by the way. All of those are pretty huge things.”

One of the corners of his mouth raises high. “Are you saying my penis is huge?”

“No, the implication of said penis is huge. Wipe that smirk off your face.”

He stretches an arm, holding an imaginary microphone to your face. “Do you deny that my penis is huge?”

Rolling your eyes, you swat his fist away. “What am I, on trial here?”

“Do you plead the fifth then?”

Annoyed, you roll your eyes again. Why do you get the feeling that you’re probably going to be doing this a lot more today? Another feeling tells you that if you don’t answer his question, he’ll probably pester you until you do.

You tilt your head side to side. “It’s... decently sized.”

“Bigger or smaller than average?”

“Perfect...” His eyes light up. “...ly average.” And a frown rolls over.

He squints his eyes accusingly at your sneer. “Are you lying like you did before about faking it?”

You scoff. “I wasn’t lying about faking it, and I’m not lying now about your average sized dick.”

Jaemin releases a disgruntled grumble and lifts his cup to his face. You notice he likes to take his coffee black and bitter, presumably like his heart.

“So, Miss I’m-Not-A-Prude-and-I’ve-Definitely-Had-Sex-Before.” His eyebrows perk up on the word definitely. “What’s your story? Why the last minute one-night stand?”

Shrugging your shoulders to your ears, you reply, “Haven’t had sex in a while.”

“When’s the last time you had sex?” he asks mid-sip.

“Half a year ago,” you respond nonchalantly, perching your chin into your palms.

Jaemin immediately chokes, almost spraying the coffee through his nose.

“Half a year?!” he gasps. It takes him a few hits to his chest to dispel the coughing. “Six months?!”

“Wow, you can count!” you exclaim in a condescending tone. You change the position of your hands so that your chin is now atop of the back of your curled fingers and tilt your head. “Can you also spell?”

“As a premed student, I can assure you that I am capable of doing both,” he says with a slight strain due to the coughing fit. The humble brag brings on another eye roll. Of course he’s a premed student with the attitude he wears.

“It’s just—” He clears his throat and swallows the last bit of coffee stuck in his windpipe. “—The last time I had a dry spell was for like, a month, tops.”

So the fuckboy gets laid way more on the daily than you expect. You’re torn between being envious over how much action he gets in comparison to you, or remorseful, since you’re now just one of the many notches on his bedpost.

No matter, sarcasm is always the best defence mechanism.

“Good for you, Jaemin. I’m sure you’re very proud of that.”

There’s an awkward beat. His head hangs for a moment while his thumbs stroke the sides of his cup. A strange pinch of guilt occurs. Did you overstep an unspoken line? But then he drags himself back to reality in a heartbeat.

Jaemin brings the cup to his mouth again, mumbling, “At least the sex on your part makes more sense now; you’re rusty as fuck.”

Completely aware of what he said, you trash your guilt entirely and narrow your eyes. “What did you just say?”

Following a long sip, he hums, “Mmm, nothing.” Soon after, he stands up with his cup.

“I’m gonna go game now. Feel free to watch Netflix on the TV and stay in the living room.”

As if you had anywhere else to go...  

He begins to walk towards his room as you mutter under your breath, “I’m not a dog.”

“Says the bitch,” he pipes up, taking you by surprise.  

“Thought we had a stalemate?!” you shout, leaning your head forward as you watch him entering his room.  

“Doesn’t mean we’re on peaceful terms!” he sing-shouts.

The flinging of the closed door echoes throughout the apartment.

Regret surges through you. You just had to choose a fuckboy fluent in assholery and end up incidentally being isolated with him during a snow storm on Christmas Eve.

You wonder if you can handle being around him for the next twenty-four hours without killing him first.

During the afternoon, you’re on the living room couch, playing a show as mostly background noise while you’re on your phone. At one point, your phone unsurprisingly begins to die and you tread over to Jaemin’s door to ask for a charger and if you can also take a shower. He’s still annoyed by your existence, but at least he hands you a charger and lets you know where the extra towels are.

Stepping into the living room with the towel in your hand as you dry your hair off, you peer out the large living room window and see nothing but white engulfing the streets and buildings as far as the eye can see.

You pray the snow will eventually stop as soon as possible so you can head back home.

By the middle of the afternoon, Jaemin emerges from his bedroom and shocks you by plopping down on the opposite end of the living room couch from where you’re sitting.

“Bored?” you ask, eyes fixated on the TV screen.

“Nope,” he replies, popping the p as he says it. His slings his arm around the top of the couch.

“Gotta keep an eye on you in case you do something.” Turning away from the screen, he faces you and motions circles with his hand. “You’ve got a little crazy in you, I can feel it.”

You quickly glance over at him, but try to refocus on the TV. “Need I remind you that you’re the crazy one, dragging me out of the apartment right as I woke up.”

That compels him to turn his whole body towards you. “Well, you’re the one who wanted a last-minute one-night stand.”

You match his stance. “As if I’m the first girl in your bed to stay in the morning?”

“Actually, yeah.” He aggressively tilts his head to one side. “Most girls leave before I even get up. The other percentage don’t fight me when I ask for them to go, so it looks like you’re the odd one out.”  

You press your lips together, refusing to admit that maybe he has a point, under the assumption that he’s telling the truth.

Jaemin twists his body back to the screen and adds, “I make it very clear on my profile that I don’t do morning afters, sweetheart.”

And you agree that his profile is clear about his intentions, but that doesn’t mean you can condone his shitty behaviour.

“Well, sorry that I expected just an ounce of respect instead of getting kicked to the curb after you stuck your dick in me,” you grumble, shifting back to the show and crossing your arms.

“Morning afters lead to attachments, and attachments lead to feelings, and feelings lead to relationships,” he says the string of words clinically, as if it’s a mantra that he lives by.

Your eyebrows knit together as you whip your head towards him once more, studying him.

“And what’s so wrong with that?”

Deliberately averting your gaze, Jaemin grates his tongue between his teeth, a slight tsk audibly heard, and his chin juts out. There’s definitely a story behind his ways. He huffs and changes the subject.  

“Seriously?” He holds a hand out. “You’re watching this trashy show?”

Squinting your eyes at him, you could probably interrogate him further, but you decide otherwise.  

“It may be trashy,” you concur, looking at the TV. “But it’s my trashy comfort show.”

Following an over-the-top acted out scene between the show’s main love interests, Jaemin shoots up from the couch.

“Yeah, no, I can’t handle this. Can we either put on something else or game or something?”

“Why don’t you go back to your room to game, Mr. I’m-Not-Bored?”

“Like I said, I gotta keep an eye on you,” he says while bending over in front of the TV, already setting up the Playstation. He tosses you a controller as he strides to his side of the couch again.

He mumbles to himself, “Need to make sure you don’t go crazy from the lack of human interaction.”

Either Jaemin is selfish and only looking out for himself, or he wants to make sure you’re not feeling lonely in a stranger’s home.

Likely the first reason, you deduce—because why would a guy like Jaemin care about a mere one-night stand?

Admittedly, you’re not the best at games, especially at fighting ones. You can comprehend the move lists, but you like to live by button smashing the controller and repeating moves over and over.  

So it’s hilarious when you beat Jaemin every round with your surprisingly fruitful technique.

“Okay, this is bullshit,” Jaemin complains, sticking his tongue out in irritation. His ass is currently being handed to him on a plate again since you’re almost done killing his character off. “You must be lying to me; you have to be a pro player or some shit.”

Jaemin’s health bar is dangerously low as your character jabs his with a sword. He winces out loud and you snicker.

“Why do you think I always lie about everything?! Dude, you have serious trust issues,” you joke before you steal the opportunity to slice his character. One more hit and he’s done for.

“I do not! I just—nooo!”

You rise to your feet and pump your arms in the air, turning in circles in joy over yet another win.

Sulking, Jaemin eyes your little dance from his end on the couch, but as he watches you more, a feeling balloons in his chest. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Finally coming down from your post-win high, you spot an emerging grin from the corner of your eye, making you pause.    

“What?” you eye him suspiciously.

Your suspicion pops the sensation in his chest and, like a fish out of water, his eyes widen and his grin melts away.

“Nothing, uhm.” He ruffles his eyebrows and palms the back of his neck, quickly facing the TV. “Let’s go one more round and then we can switch to another game—”

Suddenly, the TV and surrounding lights switch off. Both of you waver your eyes, anticipating for them to come back on, but they unfortunately don’t.  

Jaemin rushes over to the window. When he swivels his head towards you, his face darkens.

“Looks like it’s at least the whole block. The streetlights are out too.”

Without another word, he dashes to the linen closet and brings back several blankets. He calmly explains that there won’t be heat since it’s connected to the electricity, so it’d be best to keep warm with the extra layers.

Not wanting to scare you, he doesn’t add the fact that due to the huge windows in the apartment, more unnecessary cold air will come in, but you’re already cognizant of it from your own logic and since the remaining heat dissolves rapidly.

You groan and retreat into the massive blanket over your shoulders, turtling your head.

You can’t believe you’re going to fucking die in this asshole’s apartment on Christmas Eve.

On the ends of the couch in your makeshift blanket jackets, both of you attend to your phones for a while.

From what people and the news outlets are saying, it’s not just the block, but the whole city grid is out. You frantically text your friends, giving updates on how you are and half-jokingly telling them that you’re going to die with your dreadful one-night stand. Some time passes and Jaemin tosses his phone  off to one side.  

“Well, since there’s nothing else to do and we should probably conserve our phone batteries—” You glance up at him from your phone and pout. Slowly nodding in agreement, you toss it aside too. “—why don’t we play a game of ‘I’ll-Give-You-Pointers-on-How-to-be-Better-in-Bed’?”

A smile burgeons on his irritatingly handsome face and your eyes roll. At this point, you wonder if the reaction is conditioned into you. “It’ll be my early Christmas gift to you.”

“Wow, so thoughtful, how could I ever thank you?” You drag the blanket closer to your chest in false gratitude.

You think for a serious moment if you really want to go through with this. Hearing Jaemin run his mouth on you unwarranted is already painful, but to give him the go-ahead to do so? Especially criticizing your skills in bed?  

You blow out a sigh, noting the slightly visible cloud. You’re grateful Jaemin has thick, downy blankets.  

Well, if you’re going to die, may as well know what went wrong, right?

“Fine, but if we’re playing this game, we have to say everything honestly and take the criticism we get.” You point a stern finger. “No rebuttals, just acceptance.”

“Wait.” Jaemin crinkles his face in genuine confusion as his hand peeks out from his blanket.

“You have things to criticize about me in bed?”

Your lips tremble before you burst into laughter. Displeasure is on Jaemin’s tight-lipped face as you laugh for a while, almost keeling over in your blanket ball onto the hardwood floor. “How conceited are you, oh, my fucking God?”

He slices his hand through the air. “I’ve never had any complaints—”

“Because you’re too busy focusing on your own orgasm, you selfish dickwad,” you say as your laughter dies down.  

He sits in his snit for a few more moments until he gets over it.

“Fine, fine,” he huffs. Jaemin knows he’s not going to enjoy this, but he’s the one who suggested it. He can’t back out now. “Let’s just get this over with, you go first.”

With your blanket held by your chest, you hop off your end of the couch and shuffle over in front of him where he’s seated. Beaming, you begin.

“Let’s start with foreplay.” Jaemin’s eyes light up with confidence, thinking he’s at least decent with that. You crush his expression as your lips purse and you shake your head.

“Non-existent.”

“What do you mean?! I kissed you as you took off your clothes.”

You stick your free hand out from your blanket, extending your index finger.

“One: you only kissed my lips. You know, there are other parts of me to kiss, like, I don’t know, my neck, my arms, my shoulders.”

You extend another finger. “And, two: it’s weird to not help someone take off their clothes. Like you’re in a super rush to get somewhere or something—”

“We’re fucking!” he cuts in sharply. “This is a one-night stand, not a relationship.”

Closing your eyes and dropping your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose. You sigh in exaggeration.

“Thought we agreed no rebuttals...” you softly sing-say.  

Jaemin’s head sinks a little into his blanket. “Sorry.”

Removing your hand, you shrug. “Maybe there’s some rule that I don’t know about one-night stands, so this could be on me.”

You start to aimlessly tread back and forth in front of him, dragging the blanket along too. “But fuck, foreplay is foreplay for a reason. You work your way up to the heat of the moment and it makes sex much better, regardless if you’re in a relationship with the person or not.”

“Next point.” You stop walking and direct your focus on him. Pointing your finger and looking him dead in the eye, you ask, “Do you know what a vagina is?”

He snorts with a simper. “Uhhh, is this a rhetorical question?”

“No, I’m legit asking,” you say with a raised eyebrow and snarky smile. “Because when you went down on me, all you flicked your tongue at was the outside of it, also called the labia if you didn’t know.”

“I’m premed, of course I—”

“Which is great! But you didn’t go any deeper nor did you go near my clit.”

You thrust your finger again. “Do you also know what that is?”

“Yes...” he groans with the flickering eyelids.

You swipe your arm through the air. “Maybe make use of it, and not only when you go down on girls. Even during sex, touching it is great.”

“And lastly,” you continue. “I’ll be honest here, you have a decent dick.”

Jaemin waggles his finger. “So you were lying before—”

“I wasn’t lying,” you retort firmly. “But anyways, you’ve got the stuff, but why don’t you put it to better use?”

With the following words, you attempt to gesture with your body and execute moves as graphic visuals. Jaemin giggles at the sight.

“Vary the speeds and the angle, don’t just slam it in me and go crazy fast from the get-go. Build up to the climax. Jesus, I couldn’t even get close to coming because you’re like a jackhammer from start to finish.”

When you finally finish, Jaemin’s giggles morph into hollow laughs. Frustration is blatant on your face, pondering if he even absorbed a single word you said.  

After he calms down, he asks, “Are you done?”

You mumble, “Yeah, I think so.”

The two of you switch places. He shuffles onto his feet with his blanket while you sit back on the couch.

Jaemin pulls the blanket across the floor as he ambles. “Okay, your head game is decent—”

“Excuse you, my head game is strong.”

“Uh-uh, rebuttal,” he points out.  

You sigh. Pinching your fingers together, you drag the invisible zipper across your mouth, then wave your hand, allowing him to resume.

“Your head game is decent. You definitely can deepthroat, but—” He mirrors you from before and extends his index finger.

“One: this happened only a few times, but your teeth scraped against my dick, which is why I assumed you were a borderline virgin.”

You fume silently at the accusation, attempting to not speak up with a heap of rebuttals. But he wasn’t wrong—if you teethed on his dick, that’s a classic virgin move.

“But that’s okay, because we already established that you’re just rusty.” Jaemin flashes you a fake comforting smile as he continues to pace. You flash him one back.

“And two—” He holds another finger out. “Don’t be scared to use your hands and stroke me. Give my dick some love. If it’s too wet, just wipe your hands on the bed or something.”

“Okay, duly noted,” you hum. “Next.”

“Don’t be scared to touch me.”

“I touched you so much during—”

He shoots you a glare. You roll your mouth inward, your lips disappearing instantly.

“Your hands were mostly on the sheets, which is hot, but guys like to be felt up too.”

The attractive individual peers up for a second, thinking to himself. “Even hotter when a girl feels herself up during the fucking, but that’s beside the point. Baby steps, just remember to touch the other person.”

Jaemin does a full-stop and faces you.

“And just... don’t fake it.” Distress is evident in his pout. You hate to admit it, but it’s a little cute. He raises an arm and jerks it in the air. “Why do girls fake it?”

“Because guys with egos like you can’t handle criticism,” you reply bluntly.  

“What are we doing, having this conversation, hm?”

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if it didn’t snow in and keep us here together.” You peel a hand away and gesture to the window. “If I walked out of here this morning, you would’ve just fucked the next girl the same.”

He defends himself, “Faking it just feeds our egos.”

“Yeah, well, if I told you afterwards that I didn’t come, what would you do?”

“Try to make you come in other ways?”

Shaking your head, you scoff. “Guys like you aren’t that considerate.”

“You’re right.” He assents, holding his pointer finger against his chest. “Because guys like me aim to please.”

A brilliant thought leaps in his mind and Jaemin gasps. You can only assume bad things from the wicked smile he sends your way.  

“Why don’t we try it again?”

Perplexed, you squint at him.

“Try what again...?”

“Sex,” he says enthusiastically.

You blankly stare at him.

“You’ve gotta be joking,” you deadpan.

“I mean, there’s nothing else to do and it’ll keep us warm.” 

You continue to stare at him until you groan.

“Oh, my God...” Your blanket droops a bit off your shoulders as you drag your palms across your face. “I cannot believe I’m stuck in this snowstorm with you out of all people...”

Sitting next to you, Jaemin persistently reasons with you. “Think of it also as another learning experience for the future partners we’ll have.”

“Yeah, if we don’t die first!” you shriek.

“We’re not going to die,” Jaemin replies in a mocking tone and a dart of his tongue.  

Outside the window, the snow seems to have slowed down, but not by much.  

God, Jaemin better be fucking right because you want to live to see another day.  

“Fine,” you mutter and match his gaze. “But we have to be vocal throughout the whole thing. Say whatever’s on our mind.”

“Fine,” he agrees to your terms. He produces the same wicked smile again. “But can we film it then? So we can study it after?”

You fire him a death glare that melts his face off, even in the frigid atmosphere.

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he says, waving his hand.

They say that jokes are half-meant true, but you think Jaemin fully meant it. Still in your blanket jackets, Jaemin snags your free hand and leads you to his room.

“You gotta give me credit for trying, though.”

“No.” You shake your head with an unwilling smile creeping on the edge of your lips. On second thought, maybe the joke was a little funny, but you still stand by your opinion that he’s the most annoying person in the world. “I don’t think I will.”

“Thank God Chenle has so many scented candles...”

On the edge of Jaemin’s bed, huddled by the blanket, you watch him light up several large jars, placing them on his nightstand and desk in hopes to brighten the room. It’s already late afternoon, but one could mistaken it for nighttime with the muddy sky due to the snow.

“Is Chenle your roommate?”

“Yeah,” Jaemin answers with a slight shiver, igniting the last candle near the bedside. He removed his blanket when he went to nab the matches and candles. “His girlfriend gets free ones from work, so she always gives him a shit ton, even though he never uses them.”

With a glowing hue against his face, he blows out the match. He makes his way to you, a cocky grin plastered on him, as he says, “Guess we’re making use of them now, though.”

Before you can even respond, Jaemin gets right down to business—sitting beside you on the mattress, he palms your face and drags you in for a kiss. You softly yelp, but immediately reciprocate.

The cover falls off your body as you reach to touch him, fingers drifting over his solid arms.

You don’t want to stroke his large ego, and maybe it’s because you haven’t had anyone else on you in a while, but Jaemin’s kisses are something else.

The cushiony pair of lips always executes enough pressure against your mouth, increasing and decreasing on command in perfect tandem and timing. His hands hover over your waist and the nape of your neck, fingers sinking into your hot skin.  

His mouth trails downward the side of your neck. You crane your head back, indulging in his caresses as soft moans trickle out.

He gently signals for you to recline back and lay onto the mattress, moving the sea of blankets aside. Inclined on his elbow, almost atop of you, his cool fingers glide under your top layers, his thumb stroking against your stomach.

Pulling away from your body, he tugs on the ends of your clothes. You rise from the bed to better the angle for him to discard of them.

The hairs on your skin are standing on end from the frigid air, but you’re too focused on Jaemin’s mouth migrating over your upper arm and your bra-covered chest to care. Without notice, he stuffs a cup of the bra to one side and takes your bosom into his mouth.

Air’s seized from your lungs and your core contracts from the pleasure. Your fingers tug on Jaemin’s luscious locks and his free hand squeezes your unoccupied breast.    

After a few twirls of his tongue and a gentle drawing of his teeth on the pointed tip, he mumbles hotly into your chest while he thumbs your other nipple, “Foreplay still non-existent?”

“It’s better, I guess,” you sigh with fluttering eyes. His chuckling reverberates against your cleavage, a sign of amusement from your obstinacy. A gasp pierces the room as Jaemin repeats his actions onto the other breast.

He aids you in taking off the rest of your clothes and, obviously aware of your goosebumps and shuddering, tells you to get underneath the blankets while he strips himself.

Under the toasty ocean of layers, despite how both of you are bare-boned and how easy it is to jump into the main act, Jaemin purposefully continues to prolong the foreplay. Side by side, your lips meld endlessly; your legs and hands are intertwined in an amorous pretzel.

Jaemin ensures he doesn’t leave any part of you untouched—the pads of fingers virtually graze over every inch of your body. Each grip and drag of his digits sends you in a frenzy. Your chest is pressed into him and your eyes are blinded with desire.

In the back of your mind, you think about how you were right about foreplay working up to the heat of the moment—literally, because you’re dripping, he’s hard, and you two have embraced so much that you don’t need the blankets anymore.  

On the other hand, you wonder if Jaemin was right about skipping foreplay, because with every whisper of each other’s name, the intimacy rises immensely. You don’t know him, and neither him with you, but you’re both freely drowning in one another in a plane beyond the lust.

Although the room’s beginning to smell of a mix of all the scented candles, Jaemin hones in and drinks in your sweet aroma and your entirety behind his hazy eyes and already tousled hair. All of a sudden, one drag of his fingers over a particular sensitive spot on your body makes you giggle.

“I’m ticklish over there.”

“You mean right—” He drums his fingers over the area again. “—here?”

With a toothy grin, he generates more suffering from you and you begin to lively howl. Soon enough, you beg him to stop.

“You’re such an asshat, c’mon, let me live!”

When he ceases, his head hangs over yours and your gazes connect.

The same feeling blooms in his chest from before in the living room.

He gulps as his eyes waver over your face, unknowingly tracing your beautiful features and etching them into his memory.

Your starry eyes. Your glowing aura. Your everything.

You barely register the change in his expression because he quickly tramples on his moment of weakness by kissing you passionately.

Jaemin whips the blankets aside as he lowers himself between your legs. Your eyes are fixated on him, matching his stare, until he starts to devour you by swiping against your lustrous folds. Your back bows, and, following a few more licks, Jaemin makes a point of his knowledge of the vagina by spreading your lips and ravishing your pussy, tongue penetrating deeply.

Rippled moans release in harmony with your undulating chest. You swear you’re getting more wet, too wet, likely making it overwhelming for Jaemin, but he’s eagerly lapping every drop up.  

“How’s that?” he inquires with a grin, hovering over your trembling nether lips. His mouth is evidently glossy, even under the dim lighting.

“Good,” you pant in the most nonchalant tone you can muster up. “Very good-ahhh—”

Jaemin kindly interrupts you by tonguing your clit as he fingers your sex deeply, shattering your fake indifference.

“Move your tongue up more,” you direct, creasing your eyebrows in despair. He follows your direction, and droning moans ensue.

Jaemin’s immersed in your pleasure, but also adding to his own. The more he laps up your wetness, the more he grinds his length against the bed, aching to be inside of you.

Your desire pulses faster, contracting tighter against his fingers, body winding tensely by the second.

“Fuck, Jaemin,” you whine, leaning your head to one side with a parted mouth. “I’m close.”

He draws back and temporarily replaces his tongue with his thumb.

“Good,” he pants, cocking his head to one side. His eyes are filled with determination. “Because I’m not stopping until you come at least two more times tonight.”

You exhale a light laugh. “That’s ambiti-ohgodohgod—”

His tongue works wonders on your clit once more, so much that he has to brace your bucking hips.

Okay, maybe Jaemin did learn a thing or two and actually listened to what you said during your critique.

But now it’s time to demonstrate to him what you’ve learned.

You don’t need much of a break to catch your breath, nor do you want to immediately freeze due to inactivity, so you pull Jaemin in for an intense kiss, tongue dipping into the remnants of your own nectar, then beckon for him to take your former place on the bed.

Perched on the bottom of your feet, you’re on one side of Jaemin, lackadaisically fisting his prominence. After a few strokes, you gradually swallow his inches, keeping in mind to relax your jaw and to not rush in order to avoid any potential teething. You do this to prove yourself worthy of giving head, but also in spite, because you absolutely do not need Jaemin to brand you a virgin again.  

You read his quiet groans and his long fingers running lazily through your hair as a positive sign and advance further.

Carefully, you rest your tongue beneath the underside of his cock and bob your head, licking him until he’s sopping with your saliva. His grip in your hair grows in strength as his length reaches the end of your throat, his groans becoming more and more drawn-out.

A needy whimper leaves him as you suddenly withdraw. Dribbles of your spit follow, and you wipe it off with the back of your hand.  

“How am I doing?” you glow in a pant, lazily stroking the doused shaft.

He simply nods with half-lidded eyes, barely able to look at you. “Yeah.”

You snicker at him in his breathless position, a prickle of pride running through your spine over the fact that you blew his mind as much as you blew his dick.

“Use your words, Jaemin.”

Teasingly, your fingers curl around his blunt head, soothing the sensitive tip and sending jolts throughout him.

“Fuck—” he pulls his bottom lip upward. “Awesome. You’re doing awesome.”

“Anything to critique?”

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head restlessly. You revel a bit more in having the upper hand on him a little while longer. You grip him tighter and hasten your speed, leaving him gasping for air.

“Am I still rusty?”

“Nope, nope,” he croaks, voice rising to a whine. “Definitely not rusty.”

“You sure?” His cockiness has transferred over to you.

“Yes, yes—fuck, slow down, please,” Jaemin begs.    

Granting his wish, you abate your rhythm and free his inches from your touch.

You wipe your hands on the sides of the bed while Jaemin rummages through the drawer of his nightstand and hastily rolls over the rubber over himself before he prepares to enter the body beneath his.  

Recalling your advice, Jaemin mindfully starts off slow. You sigh blissfully in sync to his thrusts. He adjust himself, attempting another angle, and you draw in air between your teeth.

“There, there—“

Jaemin’s quick-witted and keeps at it, plunging a bit more vigorously. Out of habit, your hands grasp onto the bedsheets, but you wittingly attach them to his frame. Hands grazing his neck, his firm pecs, and his taut muscles.  

“Touch-touch my stomach,” he orders in a hush.

You hands follow through and feel up the flexed valley of his abs. Feeling up evolves into desperate gripping and even the slight dragging of your nails.

“Your abs are so fucking hot,” you state thoughtlessly, eyes eating up the view alongside his cock disappearing in and out of you. “Jesus, fuck.”

“Yeah?” he rasps with that devilish smirk of his. God, you want to smack it off him, but not right now—not when you’re reaching euphoria. “You’re not just saying that?”

Oh, you’ve definitely stroked his ego now, but there’s no turning back. Truth spills from you on a whim.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” you gasp acutely.

You’re starting to wither away, yet, as if they have a life of their own, your hands drift away from him and find a new home atop your breasts.

“You make me feel so good, Jaemin...”

Jaemin’s eyes go wide. His mouth hangs at the lewdness of you touching yourself.

“Fuck, holy shit.”

His gaze doesn’t leave your ecstatic face or humming body for a second as you knead your breasts and tweak your nipples between your fingers. Your back arches further when Jaemin deepens his sweet, fulfilling thrusts. He’s holding himself back, not wanting to end this beautiful deed just yet.

The stimulation bursts over your body, both from your own doing and Jaemin’s.  

You plead, “Faster, please, faster.”

And he complies, but he also rubs your bundle of nerves, causing a tight knot in you to build up and your shallow moans transform into heavy screams. You clasp onto his back and claw at the protruding shoulder blades.  

“I’m-I’m—”

You clench, both with your core and your nails digging into him, but Jaemin’s unrelenting, capturing your second peak for the evening.

Instead of coming after you, he shockingly veers lower and closer to you and curbs his pace.

“Was that real?”

You respond with an exhausted nod. Oddly, the smile he shows this time isn’t arrogant, but warm and teetering the line of tenderness. His lips fuse with yours before they stray towards your neck. The passion stews as he sucks your tits, all the while lunging laxly into you.  

With an obscene pop!, Jaemin removes himself from your nubs.

“Ready for the last round?”

His fast thrusts, hitting you precisely in the best spot, cloud your already weakened logic, deterring you from making any response.    

Perspiration is blatant on both individuals. For him, his forehead glistens gorgeously with his damp hair. For you, the back of your bent knees are gluing together. Your bodies are about to pass out, but you both persevere until the end.

As you convulse and perish together in beautiful agony, coincidentally enough, the bulbs in the room and in the streets leap to radiance.

Together, you collapse onto the bed side by side, panting heavily and laughing.

“Told you we weren’t going to die.”

You turn your head to see Jaemin looking at you with a cheeky grin. In retaliation, you stick your tongue out.

By nighttime, it’s finally stopped snowing outside. However, the streets won’t be cleared until morning, at the very least.

But... you’re surprisingly okay with that.

In a turn of events, the sex inexplicably makes the two of you warm up to each other. There still is targeted banter and tension between you, lingering from before, but it’s less hostile and more playful.

During a fancy Christmas Eve dinner of microwavable pizzas, you poke fun at each other’s majors and discuss your respective hobbies in depth, especially his love for photography. Jaemin even asks if he can take a picture of you, claiming that the kitchen lighting actually looks nice on someone for once.  

“Is that how you collect the memory of your one-night stands? Instead of hanging their skins in your closet, you sweet-talk your way and keep all the photos of them?” you joke, referring to the video call from yesterday night. It feels like an eternity ago, but snowstorms tend to do that.

He chuckles behind the camera as he snaps a photo of you scrunching your face cutely.

“Yeah, but you’re the first one who has clothes on,” he says, glancing down at the photo on the camera roll.  

“Ugh, gross,” you cringe and take a sip of tea.

Jaemin doesn’t add anything further. He leaves out the fact that he never keeps any traces of his one-night stands, that you’re the first girl he’s taken a picture of in a while.  

After a few hours of more talking and even some gaming with one another, sleep is much needed. Jaemin offers an extra toothbrush and a sweater and pair of sweats to sleep in. You’re facing each other on his bed, noses almost touching.  

“It’s been a while since I haven’t had sex with a girl before I slept next to them,” he whispers, adjusting himself comfortably. The side of his face rests on his piled hands. “It’s kinda nice.”

You cover your mouth as you yawn, then lay your hand back under your head, reflecting the same position as Jaemin.

“You know, it might be my sleepiness talking, but maybe you’re not the worst person in the world to be stuck with during a snowstorm.”

A lovely chuckle echoes in your ear. “I’m glad you’ve had a change of heart.”

After a few moments, your eyes are fluttering to a close until he softly calls out your name.

“Hm?” you stir awake, but not by much.

“Do you...?”

Jaemin doesn’t know what’s gotten to him, doesn’t quite understand why the defences he built for so long are crumbling down in only a day of knowing you.  

And yet, something urges him to give it a chance.

Blowing out a shaky sigh, he anxiously intertwines his fingers with yours. You hum softly at the action and a small smile blooms on your face.

“Do you want to go on a date with me sometime?”

“Hm?” His question doesn’t take you aback as much as you would be if you were fully awake. But even in your drowsy state, you have quips in hand. “Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, wants to go on a date?”

“Yeah,” he replies gently, brushing your loose hair out of your face.

Another yawn. “I thought you said you don’t want feelings and relationships and all that shit.”

His fingers trace your pretty jawline and shrugs. “One date doesn’t mean we’re going to be in a relationship, I’m sure you know that.”

You pause for a good two seconds, but the two seconds feel like forever for Jaemin.

“Mmm, fine. One date, just one.” You barely hold up your pointer finger. “And only because it’s Christmas tomorrow. ‘Tis the season to be giving...”

Relief washes over Jaemin in the form of a smile. Embracing the blatant feeling in his chest this time, he plants a light kiss on your nose and wishes you sweet dreams, even though you’ve already fallen soundly asleep.  

Sunlight pours over your eyes on Christmas morning.

Déjà vu peculiarly creeps up on you, but the only thing that’s the same as yesterday is waking up in Jaemin’s bed.

He’s next to you this time, deep in his peaceful slumber, instead of waiting for you to leave by his doorframe. The snow has finally stopped, and you think you hear the faint noises of snow plows outside. You inhale deeply and also notice the faded aroma from all the scented candles from last night.

The scenes of yesterday flicker across your mind. The incredible sex. The talking. The dinner. The interlocking of his fingers with yours.

The date he asked you out on.

You stare at him, watching him sleep with a sense of content.

Turning your body, you routinely check your phone, which is charging beside his. You have a slew of Merry Christmas texts from several chats and a few private messages from your friends.

Your attention falls on Jaemin’s phone when it lights up with a notification, likely texts from his friends and family too.

But that’s not what you’re focusing on.

Your heart sinks at the sight of his lockscreen.

It’s a picture of him and a girl kissing.

A twinge emerges in your chest and twists harder and harder.

Jaemin being a fuckboy, you can respect. People can do whatever they want with their lives.

But to cheat?

That’s unforgivable, and a true sin if there ever was one.

You scramble to dash out of there, careful not to make any noises in fear of waking Jaemin up. However, Jaemin’s sensitive to the sounds of the front door, so he rouses awake. His eyes flit open, noticing how you’re gone. He then sees his phone blowing up and adds two and two together.

With his phone in hand, Jaemin rushes to get on a coat and stuffs his feet into his boots, not giving a shit that he’s wearing his thin pajamas in the coldness. He’s bounding down the flight of stairs and onto the bright, white wonderland of the streets.

He swivels his head and catches sight of you almost past down the block, slowly trekking through the thick snow. Jaemin sprints, as much as he can, and hops towards you.  

He yells your name, making others on the street turn, but you don’t. You continue forward without looking back.

“Wait! I can explain!”

You’re trying to gain speed, but cardio isn’t your friend. Thankfully for Jaemin, it’s a close friend for him.

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it, Jaemin,” you grunt, hearing the rapid crunching of his shoes coming closer. “Get lost.”

“No, listen to me for a second.”

The boyish man grasps you by the arm and turns you around. You throw his arm away from you and he holds his hands in the air, letting you know that he respects your space. He drops his hands and sees that you’re seething, even worse than you were when he kicked you out yesterday.

“How are you going to explain your lockscreen with you kissing your fucking girlfriend?! Hm?”

“Ex,” he pants in clarification. “Ex-girlfriend.”

Your eyebrows mesh together in utter confusion.

“Okay? That doesn’t make me feel any better, knowing that you’re still hung up on your ex.”

Jaemin shakes his head and rakes a hand through his hair. You note the large clouds he exhales and how he’s barely wearing any clothes. A tinge of sympathy passes through you, wanting to give him some of your clothes for extra layers, but you smother that quickly in your state of rage.  

“I’m not hung up on her. Remember you asked me yesterday why I don’t want girls to stay the next morning?”

You cock your head impatiently, as if saying, “Yeah.”

“Well, I don’t want to attach myself to girls. I can’t. I...”

He lowers his head to one side. Shutting his eyes, a long puff emits from his mouth.

“She cheated on me.”

The snow plows in the distance can’t compare to the pumping of your heart in your ears. All the feelings you felt in the last day, but especially in the last fifteen minutes, jumble together in your head, making you feel uneasy and unsure of what to exactly feel or comprehend of the situation.  

But you do know one thing, despite the fact that you two barely know each other, the pained look on his face is real—that this is the untold story behind his ways.  

Jaemin lifts his head and holds out his phone for emphasis. “The lockscreen serves as a constant reminder that dating and feelings will and can fuck me up.”

Carefully, he steps a little closer to you and slowly cups your face in his shaking hands. You don’t pull away nor is there the same anger from moments before, so he daintily runs his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Until you showed me yesterday that maybe I’m willing to give it all another shot. Risk it all for fuck knows what, but you make it look like it’s worth it.”

He continues his ramble after adjusting some of your hair from the ongoing breeze.

“Sure, it’s Christmas today, but I don’t want you to say yes to going on a date with me just because it is. I want you to say yes because maybe you like spending time with me just as much as I like to spend it with you.”

You’re completely disoriented—your eyes are shifting everywhere but his eyes and your lips are quivering with no words coming out. He sighs understandingly. 

“Look, I know you’re probably having second thoughts and you don’t have to give me an answer right now. Think on it for as much time as you need, but I want you to know that I genuinely like you and I want to go on an actual date with you.”

He peels his hand away from your face and raises it into the air as if taking an oath.

“I, Na Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, will devote to monogamy once again if it means I can date you.”

His hands grab yours, kisses the back of them, and then he presses one kiss onto your icy cheek prior to walking away.

“Merry Christmas,” he says with a sad smile. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

Later that evening at your large family’s Christmas party, you take another dreadful gulp of your wine.

It’s the happy holiday season, but why does everyone feel the need to stick their nose in your dating life? Well, really, a lack there of.

“Why are you still single?” Layers of their voices resound the same question in your head. You take another swig.

Potential unsaid answers that you kept to yourself fly around as you swish the drink in your glass.  

Because you choose to be.

Okay, not really, but it’s the easiest answer.  

Because you haven’t found the right guy to get you back in the game.

What does that even mean? What makes the right guy even right?

The right guy? It’s someone who makes you laugh, someone who gives as good as they can take it, someone who wants you just as much as you do.

The cogs move in your head as you take one more sip before you finally come to the conclusion—  

Because you didn’t find the right guy until last night.

Despite the mess of today and yesterday morning, you realize that Jaemin is... actually sort of sweet. Annoying, yes, but he keeps you on your toes. It’s a plus that he’s easy on the eyes, but it’s a bigger plus that he’s even easier to talk to.

And if he can find it in his scorched heart to trust you, you can find it in your heart to trust him too.  

You quickly say your good-byes to your family and let them know you have other plans with friends tonight.

As the Uber rolls up to his apartment building, you realize you probably should’ve messaged him on Tinder, but it’s worth a shot to see if he’s home. Anyways, impulsiveness is a controlling entity, as evident from your Christmas Eve Eve’s adventure.

And in retrospect, perhaps Jaemin was the perfect pick of the crop after all.  

Someone’s entering the building and lets you in behind them. You take the stairs two at a time and hear booming music coming from his floor. At first, you assume it’s from other apartments, but it’s all coming from one—his.

Without a thought, your knuckle taps the door.  

A handsome figure that’s definitely not Jaemin opens the door. Behind him, you see a group of young men scattered around the living room, and some have a few girls tucked under their arms.

The man eyes you up and down with a spark in his eye. He’s not Jaemin, but he surely reminds you of him.

“And who might you be?” he asks.

“Who’s at the door, Jeno?” An unknown male voice hollers in a high pitch from the couch. He’s one of the guys with a girl attached to him.

You blink. “Uhm, I’m—”

“She’s with me!” Jaemin shoves the flirty stranger aside and tugs you by your wrist, making headway to his bedroom. He flips the light switch on and the door clicks shut.

“What are you doing h—”

You cut him off with a kiss.

An innocent one, at first, with hints of alcohol on each other’s lips. Your arms wrap around the other and the passion increases with the mingling of your tongues, each party tasting and confirming the specific drinks you both consumed tonight.  

Jaemin forces himself to pull away and presses his forehead against yours. “Did you just come all the way here to kiss me, or...?”

“Maybe I came over to ask... if I can stay with you for another night?” you playfully ask, fingers intertwining behind the nape of his neck.  

He chuckles heartily. His fingers sink into the sides of your waist. “Is my dick that great? The sex with me that amazing?”

“Mmm, that’s definitely a benefit,” you agree, fluttering your nose against his. “But I want more than that—“ You poke a finger to his chest. “—I want the man behind the dick.”

Your gazes converge, bringing you together as one.

“I want to go on that date with you. I want you, Jaemin.”

He flashes a megawatt smile that could compete with a million Christmas lights, but it fades suddenly and you’re unsure why he seems like he’s about to bawl his eyes out.

“That’s so beautiful, I might cry.” He brings a finger to his eye, pretending to shed a tear.

Oh, yeah—you’re definitely going to need to hire someone to constantly shove your eyeballs back into your sockets if you’re going to date Jaemin.

“Oh, shut up,” you whisper, yanking him in for another kiss.

Three dates later, including a memorable New Year’s Eve, you finally decide to rid of the Tinder app for good.

With his arm around you on his living room couch, Jaemin glances over your shoulder.

“Really? You’re finally deleting your Tinder?”

You snort in disbelief. “That’s gold, coming from the King of Tinder himself. When did you delete?”

He turns to face the television and shrugs coolly.

“Maybe I didn’t.”

“Wouldn’t put it past you,” you nod, eyes still on your phone.

“Nah, I’m kidding, I did.”    

You sharply turn your head.

“No way. When?” you press with narrow eyes.  

A shy smile emerges on Jaemin’s face as he picks his pants over his thighs.

“On the night of Christmas Eve, after you agreed to go on a date with me.”