#the road leathers are just. i cant look away

[oldworldwidgets]

as above, so below

[italiansteebie]

steve was expecting a nice vacation.

a nice vacation, with rob and nance, and the kids tagged along too.

but three am rolls around and someone is in his house, singing, and wailing and generally acting a fool. and what a wonder that anyone would do this since they know super girl is way crabby when she's woken up. especially at three am.

so he hauls himself out of bed and trudges to the kitchen where the ruckus has traveled.

"dude."

there's a man stumbling around his kitchen, eating his left over pizza, and drinking his fucking coors light.

if he wasn't so pissed at this guy making himself at home, he'd think he was kinda cute. he had long hair, and chains and leather. and forget 'kinda' this guy is downright delicious, but the bottom line is, he broke into steve's house.

"get the fuck out of my house."

the guy drops the pizza and whirls around, "what?" the guy sounds properly devastated. "get out of my house, dude!" steve yells.

"wh- why? i- im here with the- the band?" the guy is stumbling around, slurring his words and looks like he's seconds from dropping. steve sighs, "alright man. just- cmon. lay down on the couch, i'll get you a blanket." steve leads him to the couch, turning him on his side, making sure he doesn't choke on his vomit.

he scrubs a hand over his face, just his luck that some drunk guy wanders his way into the house, has no idea where he is, eats his pizza, and he's gonna let the guy pass out on his couch. whatever.

he'll deal with it in the morning.

---

when eddie wakes, he's got a major headache, and he thanks his lucky stars that one of the guys put a trash can in front of his because he would NOT have made it to the bathroom.

once he's right side up, he takes in his surroundings.

shit.

this is not the labels beach house they put them up in.

"good to see you in the land of the living."

his head turns to meet the voice, and shit. he's gone and broke into hercules' house.

"uh- what?" he says, ever so eloquently.

the guy sits down next to him. "you broke into my house last night. well- not exactly, someone left the door unlocked but. you walked in and ate my pizza. and i didn't feel comfortable sending you back out because you had no idea where you were. you slept on my couch."

eddie nodded dumbly, "s-sorry. i- im here with my band, right down the road. uh- i'm. i think im still drunk and you're very pretty."

the guy laughed, and damn, if eddie wasn't already in love, he was now.

"im steve, i can walk you back to your place when you're ready. there's some sandwiches on the counter over there if you're hungry." the guy- steve, says, before standing.

"sandwiches for breakfast?"

"it's 2pm, dude."

o h.

"do you wanna... i mean. you wanna have like, lunch or something?"

"are you hitting on me?"

"if i say yes, do i still get a sandwich?"

steve laughs again, "yeah," eddie raises his eyebrows at this. "yes to the sandwich or yes to the date?" he asks, smiling cheekily.

"hmm. what kind of food are we gonna have?" steve inquires, leaning closer to eddie. eddie smiles again, "what's your favorite?" steve pretends to think, making a whole show of it.

he's just about to respond when.

"steve! are you really flirting with the criminal?"

"robin!" steve groans, waving his hands at said person. eddie turns, "you think im a criminal?"

"well, technically...." robin trails.

"rob get outta here. i was about to land a date." steve whines, shooing her out. she saunters out with a grin on her face, "he like italian food" she singsongs before walking out the door.

"so. the pizza place? tomorrow at 1?" eddie asks, eyes flicking down to steve's lips, "sounds good," he breathes. it's only a matter of time before their lips meet in a feverish kiss, eddie's hands tangled in steve's hair.

they pull away, "we should- we should get you back so your friends don't freak out." steve says, breathing deeply. eddie nods, chest heaving, "cant say i'm not disappointed, though." steve sighs, raising a hand to cup eddie's face. "there's always tomorrow."

---

when eddie finally gets back to the right house, gareth is all over him. "where the hell have you been, man?!"

"oh, okay. so. i broke into someone's house accidentally, and then scored a date. now i'm here." he shrugs, before plopping down on the couch.

gareth sighs, "only you, ed."

[sminiac]

xikers hyung line… car sex? 🤔

BESTFRIEND YOU CANT DO THIS I’M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH BESTFRIEND.

Minjae would be a little too shameless about doing it in the front of the car, especially if you’ve been persistent with the teasing whilst being on the road: your hand inching further up his thigh while pretending to be interested in the blur of trees that whip past, the pull of your lips lingering a little longer against his at every red light that you’re caught at. Overtime the small things get him so worked up, so irritated that he’s pulling off the road at the next rest stop.

He’s a man of visuals- I mean look at him, tell me he wouldn’t be eager to get his hands on your clothes, stretching, sometimes even ripping up the fabric just so he can get a good look at the way you sink down onto him if it calls for it. Even though he demands you try to be as discrete as you can be he’ll thrust up into you at random, especially when people are around just to see if you can play it off coolly, or if you don’t hide the dead give away of lidded eyes and a parted, drooling mouth.

He’s got his seat reclined and pushed further back from the steering wheel to give you a sufficient amount of space to take place in his lap, his hand resting at the side of your neck to bring you closer into him, whispering as if there were anyone close enough in the vicinity to hear: “If somehow someone starts looking for a little too long just act like we’re talking, you can do that, right? Pretend like you aren’t sitting on my cock?”

Remainder of members under the cut!

Junmin continually fails at showing any sign of restraint when it comes to you, he’s a hopeless man who gets turned on by the smallest acts, it doesn’t even matter if they’re purposeful or not, and the teasing about how shameful it is only makes him harder. Makes himself seem more pouty, docile just so he can persuade you into touching him even when the two of you are in the middle of driving, and he’s always so ecstatic when you give in with a sigh, telling him to: “hurry then, get back there before I change my mind.”

Needs you in the backseat, privacy isn’t a concern, you know this by the volumes he manages to reach just by your hand alone, but what he really needs is the closeness of you, and he can’t get that when you’re just simply leaned over the centre console to play with him.

“Sorry- mommy, ‘m sorry!” He blathers, bracing himself against the door and leather seat that sticks hot to his skin, watching, hypnotized by the fast run of your hand slipping up and down his cock as he grips at anything near him for dear life. Explaining to him that you’re only trying to help in simple enough words that his brain will understand through the overwhelmingly present sting of overstimulation that runs all the way down to his feet. A hoarse whine exiting his lips as he forces himself to nod through heavy tears and a strained throat, he understands, he promises he does.

When Sumin is in the mood for car sex, there’s absolutely no denying him. He’s not the type that just so happens to be horny when in the vehicle, most of the time it’s a well thought out idea that he constructs all the way down to the time his picked location is the least busy with people. He likes the idea of potentially getting caught, and not knowing that the two of you will be caught, so he approaches the frequently used plan diligently so the two of you will get the best out of the experience.

He also likes knowing when the peak of occupancy comes and goes because of how he fucks, don’t get me wrong- he knows how to take things gentle, and paced, but the adrenaline running thick in his body gets him going, he especially likes making the car rock- like, literally. The space is minimal, and the windows are closed for added security so it gets hot fast, and he hates having a layer of clothes separating himself from you, hates not seeing you, feeling you.

“God- fuck, feels s’good when you’re bent over like this for me baby.” His cock settles into you at an angle you aren’t fully accustomed to yet, the position a little foreign, but enjoyable nonetheless, especially for him. “So wet, y’can hear yourself right? Hear how wet your pussy is.” His hips draw him out and then back in with a sharper, more defined thrust that highlights the sound of your arousal on skin meeting skin, he smoothes a hand over your lower back, taking in the sight. “So pretty, my pretty baby, you gonna let me make you cum like this?”

When Jin’s driving he’s doing his absolute best on paying attention to his surroundings, because you’re in the car, he wants to keep you safe, and maybe because he also wants to impress you, so sure, maybe he’ll sometimes purposely flex his biceps and chew pressure into his jaw when he knows you’re looking, but he never does it with the intent to be slutted out in the front seat of his car because you can’t keep your thoughts or hands to yourself.

He’s completely at your mercy, takes everything you give him with appreciation, muttering dumb slobbery thanks as you fuck him through his nth orgasm with the aid of the handle overhead of the door, hand splayed over the dash to keep you steady. Has a horrible memory when it comes to wiping down his car of all the marks and smudges you leave in the glass when you’re finished with him, but maybe it’s on purpose, sometimes.

You can’t help that a tingle starts to curl its way between your thighs when he looks so pretty driving, his side profile was seriously not for the weak, and you just so happened to be feeling significantly frail compared to the resistance you’d have in normality when Jin’s behind the steering wheel. He doesn’t even know it, doesn’t even care that you’re unable to physically sit still from the arousal you can feeling pooling hot and wet into your panties. He’s so sweet, doesn’t bat an eye when you’re telling him to pull over somewhere secluded enough, just to unzip his jeans and pull out his dick so your mouth can be busied by sucking while his fingers find their way behind your back and to your cunt. His thighs twitching uncontrollably once you’ve got him close, tries his best to bite back the moans from slipping, “Fuck-! Fuck, honey, g’na cum- wanna’ cum pleaseplease!”

Hyunwoo thinks he’s soooo slick, thinks he’s so smart convincing you to come and help him bring in the food he offered to pick up for the party, and you could already tell as soon as he walked in with a little stiffness to his usual sway in his walk, a catlike grin on his face coupled with overly affectionate touches that he was horny, that’s why he’s shocked stupid when you retaliate by taking the lead, pinning his wrists above his head as you ride him. He doesn’t fight it, not a bit, he lets himself indulge in the sight, the feeling. He doesn’t know what it is about the both of you still being full clothed while fucking, but it’s making him feel extremely hot.

Pulls up the lip of your skirt to see the way you repeatedly swallow down over his cock every few minutes, only quick glimpses though in case someone were to come peaking into the window, asking if the two of you were in there, where the food is he promised to bring.

“You’ll keep your mouth shut- right? Not a noise, ‘n I’ll let you cum.” He manages a singular nod, his eyes fluttering shut at the way you work him into his orgasm, is it early? Absolutely, but he’s not willing to turn it away for the sake of lasting. “S’good babe- fuckin’ me like this, god this is filthy, but you’re so wet, pussy drooling all over me.” He’s working with half of a mind, completely knocked dumb into bliss that his hips are slack under you, letting any words that come to mind loose, even things we wouldn’t normally say if the two of you were in bed, that’s just how good it feels.

[itoshi-s]

*escapes from jail* street racer! rin taking you in the back seat of his car with your legs thrown over his shoulders until the expensive leather is soaked with the slick of filthy, post-race frenzy sex

RIVER !!!! U CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS :((((((((((((((((((( the way i am sooo dizzy thinkin abt this i hope it throws u back into the street racer thot hours bc thats what u deserve for riling me up !!!!!!! >___<

street racer! rin who's well known not only for his smooth drifting and steel concentration on the roads, but also for his foul mouth and short fuse. his temper isn't something to be toyed with - but sometimes, these newbies just don't know about it (which seems impossible, given his authority among the streets that makes everyone shudder) or are simply dumb, with the way they want to try and rile him up.

street racer! rin, who already has the worst frown etched into his sharp features, doors of his metallic navy chevrolet courvette slamming as he get out of the drivers seat. he's tall n strapping as he approaches the other car, a glitter to his turquoise eyes and perspiration gleaming along the back of his neck. there's a crazed look in his eyes, adrenaline steaming off him in waves as he nearly hauls the other guy out of the vehicle. "that's how you want to fucking play? huh? fuck right off. son of a bitch." he snarls, slams the guy (who, by the way, looks no older than nineteen - but the ravenette doesn't seem to care) against the side of the car and gets ready to swing.

street racer! rin, who does many not necessarily favorable things - but when he wants his dopamine rush, he does it fair. he knows that his way of getting his fill is dangerous enough - and that there's a pair of open, warm arms and lovesick eyes waiting for him back in his roppongi penthouse - or, if he gets lucky, standing by the finish line and looking out for him to reach it first. that's why no matter how good it feels, he makes sure to come back to you in one place. and no fucking dipshit trying to play dirty, purposely getting way too close to grazing the rear of his sportscar and trying to leave it tumbling to the side, will get away for stopping him.

street racer! rin, who lands the first punch that's enough to leave the kid stumbling to the side, blood splattering onto the concrete, but the white noise dies down as soon as he feels sharp nails digging into his bicep - a familiar voice reaching his ears. he whips around, frenzied eyes searching for yours, and it's almost visible, the way his shoulders slump and broad frame relaxes upon the sight of you. "stop it," you breathe, heat still red on your cheeks as you drag him away, instead grabbing his face to pull him down for a messy, needy kiss. he nearly groans against your mouth, hands firmly resting on your ass to pull your frame as close to his as it can physically get. "y'won. made me proud, as always." you whisper, hot against his parted lips - and the cold sweat that crashes down his body is better than anything he's ever felt.

street racer! rin, who has you folded in half in his backseat barely fifteen minutes later. deep grunts bounce off the fogged up windows, air thick with lust and the leather squeaks as your clammy skin drags along it. his pace is relentless, hips rutting up into yours so heavily it makes your head spin and thighs burn from the way he has you spread so nicely - hamstrings pressed flush against his chest, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other pushing your ass higher up, creating an angle that makes you cry. "mhm- just like that. fuck." it's low and guttural, searing on your skin as he presses an open mouthed kiss to your jaw, already bruised with his need and affection. "my good luck charm. knew you'd be there." he snaps his hips against yours, tilts his pelvis so that his cock buries so deep in your cunt, you almost feel him in your guts. you whimper and give him a teary eyed look as well as an urgent nod, at loss of words from the rough treatment he gives. "couldn't pass up on seein' me like that. on being a sleeve f'me. right?" your mouth falls agape in a muffled sob, eyes rolling backwards and back arching as the head of his cock nudges your cervix. unsatisfied with the lack of verbal answer, he grabs at your jaw, fingers digging into the bone, and looks at you - "right?" he repeats, but this time, there's a desperation to his baritone that pulls the trigger and leaves you babbling. yes, rinnie, all - all f'you, baby. wanted t'see you so bad, need you so much.

street racer! rin who is absolutely smitten with you - his prettiest arm candy, the most passionate lover, and future wife that he'd be ready to drop this fucking racing nonsense for, if you ever did as little as ask. rin, who plows you into the seats for hours more, leaves the leather soaked through with your filth - and knows that you're the only thing that gets him higher than all of this.

[sucker4sixx]

Sün and möon

Writers note: i know mötley crüe were off drugs at this time but no one pulls someone aside for abit of whiskey

Plot: vince and nikki have an intense little one on one

Warnings: degradation, shaming, threats, oral, smut

Something between vince and nikki changed, the band noticed it, the fans noticed it, the road crew noticed it and so did they.

Nikki and vince were never close, never over at eachothers house or the type to call eachother when they were having a rough night but something sparked when the generation swine tour started. On stage vince felt the need to follow nikki around and mess with him, pulling and tugging on his black hair while the bassist stared straight into his eyes with a ‘fuck me’ look that made the singer feel feelings he wasnt quite ready to talk about.

Nikki started to get exited for the shows, wanting to be messed with, chasing vince around the stage to bring it to that one moment where the singers hands would tug on his hair and he would lean in close, close enough to kiss but thats something that would never happen.. they thought.

One night after a particularly handsy show nikki cant seem to stay away from vince, they sit having drinks and nikki has to be next to him, watching him as he spoke about himself like he was a prince. He always hated his confident princess like behaviour but something about it was intoxicating tonight. “Hey i got some blow.. do you want some?” Nikki whispers into vinces ear, trying his hardest not to bite the lobe, vince grins wide, dragging nikki to the small bathroom. “Well? Cmon then” he says like a child as nikki sets out lines, vince tries to get in first but nikki pulls him back by his hair like he does to nikki while preforming “patience.” He says sternly, breaking into a wolfish grin before taking the first couple of lines, vince blushes red and tries to cover it up by shoving his face in the new lines nikki set out.

Nikki sets up more lines for vince on the bathroom sink, taking the opportunity to stand behind him and push his hips against vinces back side “hey knock it off! What are you doing ?!” Vince jumps but doesnt move away “nothing? What are you talking about?” Nikki grins as he pushes his clothed erection harder against vinces butt. The singer gasps and looks down, noticing his own cock starting to grow “h-hey.. its not fair, stop turning me gay!” Vince breathes shakily, gripping the sink “im not turning you gay silly.. we are all alittle bit gay, its just wether your a pussy or not” nikki grins, leaning over the singer and looking at his face in the mirror infront of them. “I-im not a pussy.” Vince insists, feeling nikkis hips smack against his butt once more, making him whine. “Whiney bitch..” nikki growls into his ear “you want my cock?” Vince whimpers again at the words, does he want cock? Is he really ready?

“Y-yes.. yes i do” nikki grins and starts grinding on his ass “good boy.. good boy..” “but.. ill only suck i dont wanna get pegged, i wont be able to walk tomorrow” “fair point, so.. you wanna suck my cock?” His grin turns wide and sexy as he imagines vince sucking on his cock like a chick.

Vince drops to his knees obediently “you know.. youve been a real brat this tour.. constantly tugging my hair and grabbing me, this was bound to happen” nikki grinned as vince looked up at him with doe eyes “you wanted my attention so bad well.. here, you got it.. sitting on a dirty bathroom floor so you can suck my cock i mean.. what a slut you are” nikki shook his head, vinces cheeks flushed red in shame, waiting for nikki to show him his cock. “Id make you beg but youve been begging the whole time.. waiting for me” nikki unzips his leather pants, his cock falling out instantly due to having on no boxers so the fans could see his bulge. His large, thick cock dangles above vinces face and the singer goes red, his eyes focusing on the thick, pink tip that already slowly drips precum onto his lips. “Well?” Nikki says impatiently.

Vince nervously wraps his lips around nikkis tip, suckling on it like its a bottle, nikki laugh and bites his bottom lip “awee.. baby boy your so cute. But im not fucking around anymore, suck me like a man” his voice suddenly goes stern, vince taking more of him instantly, sucking faster. Its clear to nikki hes done this before as the singers tongue swirls around his thick shaft. “Youve done this before havent you? Who was it..” nikki moans and vince goes redder, pulling off “tommy” he mutters before taking nikki back into his needy mouth. “Tommy?! You mean.. you sucked tommys cock before mine?” Vince nods as he takes nikki deeper, gagging slightly but continuing, wet slurping noises and deep moans filling the small bathroom.

“Go on.. tell me when..” vince pulls off again “back when w-aughhm” nikki shoves his cock down his throat, grinning “well? Cant really hear you” vince pulls off “when-hmgh!” He whines in frustration, nikki shoving his cock back into the blonde haired mans mouth. He grips his hair tight and shoves his whole dick inside vinces mouth, he starts to struggle more, hitting his thighs “ah ah, calm.. suck it slut..” vince takes a breath and suffers through it, sucking nikki fast to keep up with his pace. “Hmm.. jesus, i wont last long baby” nikki moans, bucking his hips harshly against the singers face, precum spilling down his throat.

Nikki cums with no warning, vince whining and swallowing it all eagerly before getting pushed to the floor, nikkis boot standing on his chest gently, he zips up his leather pants as he looks down at the panting man beneath his boot. “Talk about this and ill destroy you.” Nikki warns, walking out the bathroom swiftly.

“There he is! Where have you been?” Nikki says casually as vince sits beside him red faced “oh.. just.. calling my wife”

@sourwolf-sterek32 🙈

[thetorturerwrites]

Grey Ch 1: Slippery When Wet

A/N: Well, here I am again but with something new. For background, this story takes place in modern times. I lived through the 80s, and I just can't bring myself to write about them. I also feel strongly that you can move the entire ST cast and story forward 40 years, and everything still works. There is always a group of misfits.

We'll be skirting the line between reader insert and OC, but I figure if we as readers can imagine ourselves as cheerleaders or secret agents, you can come with me on this particular journey.

Lastly, I don't have any fancy content warnings since this story is in its infancy, but I will update them as I go. I also don't like to disclose my plans. So, you'll just have to be as surprised as I am when updates occur. ;)

I hope you enjoy.

For @fracturedarkness

***

The first time you saw Eddie Munson, you sat outside your trailer doing your very best to dissociate from your past.

Fall had not yet turned into winter, but here in Indiana, the predominantly flat landscape made the strong chill in the air bite at your cheeks and sting your eyes. It was unfamiliar terrain, a stark difference from what you’d left, but you told yourself you’d drive until you ran out of gas. But when you did, it still didn’t feel far enough. You hastily refueled and kept on driving, ending up in Hawkins, Indiana. It felt like another world, light years away from the one you’d fled. 

And so there you sat, in a rickety, green, folding lawn chair outside a half-orange, single-wide, drafty trailer bundled up in a hoodie, thick boots, and the only pair of blue jeans you still owned. The drab, brown grass and near winter-dormant trees matched your mood - somber. You reminded yourself to be grateful for this freedom, this fresh air, this small, rusted out circle containing the fire you’d built to keep warm. A month ago, this patchy driveway, disturbingly freezing trailer, and miles and miles of silence were an impossibility.

You moved in through a sheet of rain and spent the next far-too-long using that rain as an excuse to hide inside and not step foot out into the world. When the rain stopped, you exited your tin can to a new type of sunlight. The air was purer here, stripped of noise and smog. With the ground finally dried out, you could start the long overdue task of a fire in the pit you were pretty sure you’d stolen from someone else’s yard. You told yourself it was for a higher purpose because tonight’s primary goal was to burn up every shred of anything that could identify you to anybody who might come looking. 

You’d set your world on fire to be out here, might as well set the past on fire to match.

God, never let them come looking, you silently prayed.

You didn’t hear the van pull up, not even registering the muted metal thumping inside it, even when its driver threw the door open and spilled Judas Priest out into the night. Your focus was on the latest picture you’d tossed into the flames, watching as the smiling faces on the shiny surface blackened, blistered, and curled into themselves. Gone to nothing, like it all was. Rifling through the box for the next memory, you barely registered the crunch of boots crossing the road.

It wasn’t until a voice, masculine and smooth, broke your reverie that you even blinked. But once you did, it took a flurry of lashes, eyelids rapid-fire opening and shutting, to clear your vision before you could actually see the person standing across from you.

“Hey there?” He waved his hand in your direct line of sight until you looked at his face. “Hi. You good? Been trying to get your attention for a few minutes now.”

Canting your head slightly to the left, you studied him, all long limbs and curly hair. He was attractive in a sweet sort of way with a clear fondness for the color black. Scuffed up black boots, black jeans with worn out knees, a black and white shirt that looked to say something about hell, and an oversized black leather coat decorated with a jean vest layer. He looked as though he walked straight out of the 1980s, but in a way that was strangely charming. Charming was nothing you had room for in your life these days, regardless of how pretty he was.

Shaking your head gently, you looked down into the pale blue box, still half full, lifted out a spindly pine cone, and threw it into the fire with more force than you intended. You watched it bounce before settling into a smoldering pile of dried roses and yellow paper.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Not really in the mood for chitchat, you furrowed your brow and refocused on your task, hoping he would leave. A long, uncomfortable moment passed, though, in which he didn’t seem to get the hint. With a huff, you forced your voice into a semblance of civility. “Need something, Mister…?”

You let the word linger, assuming he was at least socially adept enough to understand the cue. When you looked up at him again, there was an amiable smile on his face, and you almost regretted the annoyance you felt a second ago.

“Eddie.” He sat - no, plopped himself pointedly right there - down on the grass across from your makeshift fire pit, happy as a pig in mud. “Name’s Eddie. Mister Munson is my uncle.” He pointed over his shoulder to the trailer directly across from yours.

"You live with your uncle?" You asked carelessly only to be slammed with immediate embarrassment. Being rude was never your intention.

He smirked.

"Yeah. It works. I work days, him nights. Saves money. Keeps the place from feeling so lonely."

If your judgment put him off, he didn't show it. 

“So, whatcha up to? Missus…?”

You chuffed a slight laugh. You couldn’t help it when he mimicked you exactly, complete with a higher tone that made you appreciate the deep, richness of his natural voice. You contemplated telling him your name, but you’d promised yourself nobody would ever know where you’d gone or what became of you. Telling him your name felt like breaking that promise too soon.

“You can call me…” 

Your eyes darted around, surveying what was close by to find anything that would work. Catching on the sleeve of your hoodie, you nodded to yourself. That’s the answer.  

“… Grey.” To match my mood, you thought. To match everything about my damn life. “And I’m…” 

You trailed off again, eyes drawn back to the crackling flames eating up your history. Memory pinched your lips, and you shook your head, numbed now by all the spent emotions, as well as the frigid air. 

“Just enjoying the fire.”

Eddie hummed, nodding along as though he heard all your private thoughts and could feel their weight. He said nothing for a long time, and right when you thought he’d get up to leave, which made you feel a funny way, he broke the silence again.

“You just moved here, yeah?” Rummaging in his coat pocket, he pulled out a pack of Marlboro reds and a silver Zippo. “D’you mind?” 

He waved the pack at you, seeking your permission to smoke his own cigarette in your company. Against your better sense, you found it endearing.

“Yeah. Few weeks. No, don’t mind.” 

Two weeks and three days, exactly, but he didn’t need to know you kept track of how many days it had been since you’d begun this crazy endeavor. There were a lot of things you didn’t want Eddie, or anybody, to know. All of it stuffed way down inside and locked up tight. The only tangible evidence of your previous life sat heavy on your knees, a weight you desperately wanted to be rid of.

From inside the box, you drew another stack of papers - bills, letters, probably some legal stuff - and tossed them onto the burning heap. Bit by bit, the person you used to be became more and more of a myth. Glancing at your unexpected companion, you watched as he lit and drew a deep inhale from the cigarette. You thought he would surely twist or turn his head so he could read the words stamped on the topmost bill, your government name all across the front of it, but to his credit, Eddie simply stretched out his arm and offered you a drag.

“Want?”

“No thanks,” you shook your head, unable to stop the wrinkling of your nose, “I don’t like the smell.” You blinked a few times as your brain caught up to what you said. “Which seems stupid right now considering we are sitting at a fire that I built myself.”

He laughed - just once, a delighted bark in the now darkness. It shocked you how much the laugh transformed his face. The apples of his cheeks grew more pronounced, and his lips pursed attractively. He shook his head and flicked the cigarette into the fire to burn up alongside your history.

“Not stupid,” he smiled at you, warm and genuine. “Been meaning to quit anyhow. This what you do for fun?”

You couldn’t stop the stirrings of a smile.

“Oh yeah,” you nodded exaggeratedly, “every chance I get. You?”

He was practically giddy at your sudden participation but played it off coy, boyish almost. His fawn-brown eyes twinkled.

“Mmm I’m gonna hold on to that little nugget of intel.” He rubbed his hand across his face, but you couldn’t tell if it was to hide his delighted grin or to keep himself under control. “M’tryna be cool here.”

He winked at you, all cheeky-like, and you couldn’t breathe for a second.

“And this way, we’ll have something to talk about next time.”

You could hear the offer in his voice, the openness and welcoming. It shot two arrows directly into the center of your heart - one warm, trying to crack you open a fraction more and one icy cold, warning you that this was too risky, too reckless.

Pay attention! 

Your anxiety screamed, straining at the seams of your insides until your head pounded and your ears rang.

“Ok. Sure…..cool…..” 

Your voice trailed off because you noticed the details of him now. Details you’d missed before since you’d been directly in the center of your personal pity party.

The world went upside down. 

Beat-up, old van. Long hair. Hell-something t-shirt. You belatedly registered the silver rings adorning several fingers and the guitar pick strung around his neck. Your eyes flicked from him to his van, trying to remember what had been playing when he rolled out of it this evening.

Judas Priest. Eddie was a metal head, which meant he was undoubtedly in a band, which further meant he was unquestionably a drinker or a drug user. Fuck, maybe even another goddamn drug dealer. A heavy sigh escaped, accompanied by the sag of your shoulders.

You didn’t need another version of that guy. You’d barely escaped the last one.

“Y’ok there?”

The way he looked at you was unnerving. No, the way he watched you was unnerving. He obviously recognized the moment you went from calm to anxious, and it bothered you he’d seen it. 

Without really doing much, he invited you in, making some kind of space for you to feel seen and safe. But the quickness with which he made you feel at peace left you troubled. You’d lived with those uneasy feelings for far too long - the kind that had your stomach in knots and your jaw clenched as you waited for the next catastrophe. That anxiety was your constant companion, and you couldn't fathom letting it go.

Better the devil you know than the ones you don't. 

You drummed agitated fingers against the corners of the box before abruptly deciding to upturn the entire thing into the fire. Standing too fast, you ignored the dizzy feeling in your head and stomped on the box with your boot to make sure it would all catch.

“Well, uh, it was nice to meet you, Eddie.” You kicked at the fire again, moving the debris around and sending bursts of smoke and ash into the air. “See you around sometime.”

It was dangerous to leave the fire unattended; you knew. But sticking around for Eddie to see too much or ask the right question you didn’t think you’d be able to not answer was even more dangerous. He was easy. Easy to be around. Easy to like. Easy to talk to. And that was simply unacceptable.

So, you did the thing you’d been doing for months.

You ran.

You slammed the door shut behind you with enough force to shake the trailer walls and turned off all the lights before sinking down onto the threadbare carpet floor in the very center of the practically empty room. Dropping your head into your hands, you waited, hoping he’d understand this cue, too, and leave you alone.

Eddie

“You can call me Grey.”

It certainly wasn’t your name, but somehow, it suited you, at least in Eddie’s estimation. You were beautiful, but you were also hemorrhaging color, joy, and want for life. It showed on your face - pretty features that lay flat with no spark to animate them.

He noticed you immediately when you moved into the trailer park. You spoke to no one, you hardly left your place, and you moved in with only an Army green duffel bag and a pillow, as far as he could tell. He never saw you unload anything else from your car, a ragged, sky blue Pinto that looked oddly right parked not so far away from his van. They would be best friends, of course.

Gradually, over the course of about a week, you stepped outside more often, and he relished the opportunities to study you. He guessed you to be roughly his height, maybe an inch or two shorter. Curvaceous, he decided even though you dressed in long pants and sleeves no matter the time of day. He couldn’t quite tell about your hair color, though. It seemed to change from morning to night, which he chalked up to the sunlight that was always in his damn face when he tried to watch you in the mornings.

At first, he felt a little creepy, but it was unavoidable. You were the most fascinating person to have ever set off his Misfit Radar. Collecting renegades and weirdos turned out to be a lifelong commitment for Eddie, though it was less intentional these days than it had been in high school. And you? 

You had ‘outsider’ written all over you. He simply couldn’t help himself from seeking that connection.

So, here he was, trying - and failing - to make conversation when it was obvious all you wanted was to burn things that used to hold meaning. He was hard-wired to keep going, however, and he wanted you to crack out of that shell just enough to make the awkwardness worth it. He might know the right things to say to the oddballs and freaks, but inside, he always felt clumsy and nervous when talking to someone he found attractive.

And you were fucking gorgeous. 

Once or twice, you responded beyond the bare minimum, more than out of politeness, and he saw that spark in you - the brief flash of feeling beneath all the fear, and he was right. It made the nervousness worthwhile. And when you smiled? Shot through the heart, and you were to blame. He couldn’t help but want to make you smile again. He had a feeling you didn’t do it enough. He also got the impression that whatever it was you ran from, you’d never be far enough away. But maybe he could help make you feel safe here, safe enough to start over.

For reasons he didn’t quite understand, he wanted that very much. 

Long after he’d spooked you, he stayed. He understood running, but he also knew you had to make the choice to stop and be in the hard moments. It was Dustin who taught him how to push through the fear, and Eddie knew that sometimes, a person needed to see the behavior modeled before they felt comfortable enough to try it. It had certainly been true for him. 

Making himself that model - even not knowing whether you could see him - he kept his eyes on the fire that was so important to you, ensuring every piece, including the box itself, burned away, all while listening for the faintest sounds of stirring inside. He wanted you to know he was still here, but he didn’t want to push you because that truly would be creepy. None came. If you knew he lingered, you didn’t give him any sign.

Quietly, trying hard to not disturb you, he tended your fire, made sure there was nothing recognizable left, and put out the flames. He mixed the ashes with the dirt and folded your lawn chair against the trailer so it wouldn’t blow away in case the wind kicked up. 

And then, he went home for the night - albeit reluctantly.

Foregoing food or a shower or a smoke, he dropped into his messy bed, shook the hair from his face, and stared at the ceiling for a long time. He normally smelled like cigarettes, sometimes weed, but tonight, he smelled of campfire smoke and the nighttime air. It made him think of you, and he imagined fifty different ways he would try to talk to you tomorrow. Maybe you’d be outside tomorrow morning, seeing that he worked your fire for you, and he’d wave as he drove off to work. Maybe you’d be sitting out there when he came home, and he could keep you company again. Bring you a beer or something.

Or maybe, he’d be brave and walk right over there to knock on your door.

He made so many plans that he drifted off to sleep without settling on a specific one…

[disneyanddisneyships]

Thus is the second part to the one I just posted. I cant find a place to stop so these might just keep on coming. @gyubby99

As she walked into the entrance she saw Elias crafting away at what looked to be an axe. Ella cleared her throat and Elias turned around to see who was there. "Oh! Hello your majesty. How was the tour?" He asked politely with a small bow. Ella smiled and smoothed out her dirty nightgown. "It was pleasant. Everyone was surprisingly welcoming." She stated. Elias nodded. "That's great your highness. What can I do for you tonight?" He asked. "Oh you can just call me Ella. I'm not overly fond of titles. I believe we are all equal. And well I just wanted to ask a few things." Ella explained. "Alright your highn-uh... alright Ella. What would you like to discuss?" He asked. Ella straightened up. "Well I was wondering if you knew if anyone here who sells clothes or makes them...? If you've noticed I'm not entirely dressed for this lifestyle." Ella joked. Elias chuckled. "Yes uh. Across from me in the other tent is my cousin. Shes the Baker but she also makes some beautiful dresses. And I could make you anything in leather. Like a uh... ahem... a corset," he gestured to Ella and she blushed. "Or a belt. Really a-anything you need that involves leather or iron or any metal or... I'm sorry. I'm rambling. Anywho. Across the way. My cousin." He finished as he turned away to hide his embarrassment. "Alright thank you. I may have to take you up on the leather offer. I can get my measurements to you after I visit your cousin." Ella stated. Elias turned back around and smiled. "Of course." He replied. "Also if you want I could take you out to look at the small city on the other side of the river... if you'd like." He asked. Ella smiled and nodded. "I would like that. Anywho. I should probably go now to get some clothes and... yeah." Ella muttered as she swiftly walked out of the tent and into the one across the small road. The tent smelled of pastries and somewhat of mint. As ella walked in she was greeted by another woman with dark skin and brown curly hair with a cheerful smile. She was also very young and she wore an apron. "Oh hello there! You must be the princess! It is an honor. What can I do for you today your majesty?" The woman spoke cheerfully. "Oh just call me Ella! I insist. And well your cousin just across the road said that you make clothes and stuff and I was wondering if-" the woman cut Ella off. "If I could make you some? Oh I'd absolutely love to! Come let me take your measurements!" She exclaimed. "Alright! Thank you, uh....?" Ella trailed off. "Oh my name is evangeline! But everyone here calls me eve." She explained. "That's a very pretty name!" Ella stated as she stuck her hands out like a bird so Eve could take her measurements.

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#5

OctoberFicFest Day 20: Scent

This year I’m using these prompts from World Anvil.

Scully walks into the conference room and her shoulders descend fractionally.  There’s a trace of Mulder’s cologne in the air.  Before she even picks his broad shoulders out of the lineup of black-suited backs, she knows he’s there.  There’s a comfort in that.  Her body recognizes it immediately, the deep animal part of her brain letting her guard down.  She can’t help having her hackles up, pushing day after day into rooms full of men who disdain her at best.  But she catches Mulder’s scent and knows she has an ally.  It soothes her.

He turns as if he’s heard her and the corner of his mouth quivers.  It’s not quite a smile, but she knows it’s for her.  As if at some predetermined signal, they fade toward the corner together.

“Anything interesting?” she asks.

“The usual,” he says, making a gesture that could be jerking off or throwing something away.  She understands the sentiment.  She breathes him in and surveys the room.

In her mind, there is a catalogue of the scents of Mulder: the clean sweat after he’s been for a run, the bilious sweat of a fever, his cologne and his shampoo and the way his suits smell when they’ve come back from the dry cleaner.  The warm aroma of the sweatshirts he pushes into her arms sometimes when he thinks she looks too cold on a plane or in a hotel.  His deodorant.  The hot smell of his breath layered over the base note of his skin.  Black coffee smells like Mulder, and so does General Tso’s chicken, and old newspapers, and the plastic film of his slides.  He doesn’t smell like those things, but they smell like him.  If she could distill him down to his essence, there would be notes of earth and celluloid and leather.  She can almost smell them, drifting up from his skin.

He makes a snuffling noise.  She glances up at him, a practiced eye checking for signs of a cold.  Her body cants toward him protectively.

He shakes his head.  Not sick, don’t worry.  “I like that perfume on you.”

She frowns, touches her nose to her wrist.  “Actually, I forgot to put any on.  I was in a hurry this morning.  There was significantly more traffic than usual and it took longer to cross the road back to my apartment after my run.”

He shrugs.  “You smell nice.”

“Thank you,” she says.  The heat that rises in her cheeks is probably the result of climbing the stairs, or the warmth of the fine wool of her blazer layered over her silk shell.  

They stand, backs to the wall, and wait for order to be imposed on the Brownian chaos of the room.

80 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#4

OctoberFicFest Day 10: Rune

This year I’m using these prompts from World Anvil.  

Scully stretches out next to Mulder between their clean sheets. Fresh from the bath, he is sleek and damp.  She thinks she could read her future in the runic whorls of his chest hair.  Better than tea leaves.  Definitely better than entrails.  She remembers the psychics they’ve met over the years.  She thinks Clyde Bruckman knew this would happen, although, looking back, she suspects most people knew this would happen.  The only reason she and Mulder didn’t see what everyone else did is that they were only looking at each other.  

“Penny for your thoughts,” he says.

She hums and drops a kiss on his nipple to hear his surprised little murmur.  “I’m just thinking about signs and wonders.”

“The snake church?”  His voice rises, questioning.

She laughs.  “Other signs.”  Her hand slides down the plane of his belly.  “Other wonders.”

“Ah,” he says.  “Those.”

“Do you see us having a future together, Mulder?” she asks.  It’s the third or fourth time they’ve ended up in bed together.  She thinks it’s something fine and strong and natural, but she’s been wrong before.  She would rather know now, if after all, he’s only passing time.  It’s a strange moment to ask, but with Mulder, there’s rarely a wrong moment to question the foundation or the firmament.  They have given each other that much grace.

He touches her arms to stop her hand, cups her face with his palm.  “That’s all I’ve ever seen.”

“Since you read my thesis?” she teases.

“Since that first night in Oregon,” he tells her, and it sounds like a holy recitation, the words well-worn but no less special.  “Since the graveyard.  Since the rain.  Since I saw that light in your eyes.”

All she can say is his name.  She kisses him.  Where their bodies press together, she would swear that their scars notch together like a cipher, unlocking all she’d thought was lost.

100 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

#3

What if Mulder's wish is that Scully could have a baby and then bc all the wishes get manipulated somehow, Scully just immediately becomes pregnant and ready to have the baby? How does everyone react? What dies Mulder do?

"You know what I want," he said, "for her."

The genie gazed at him steadily, her eyes just visible above the rim of her glasses. The mark of the djinn caught the light. "That seems like a wish you could grant on your own, champ."

He shook his head, frustrated by the whole weighty history between them, from the abduction to the thousand indignities and setbacks of the IVF. "It's not like that."

Jenn nodded. "You're still going to have to say it. That's how this works."

"I want Scully to have a baby," he said. "I want both of them to be happy and healthy." A vision of Emily flashed behind his eyes, wan and struggling to breathe in her hospital bed. "Happy and healthy and human. That part's important."

"Anything else? No penchant for sports, no talent for languages, no bespoke hair or eye color? You don't care if it has your nose?" Jen waited for him to shake his head. He didn't care about anything except Scully's happiness. She pursed her lips slightly. "It's done."

"Thank you," he breathed. His phone rang. He thumbed it on. "Mulder."

"Mulder?" Scully's voice sounded breathless, a little tense. "It's time."

"Time for what?" he asked, already putting his hand in his pocket to look for his keys.

"To go to the hospital," she said.

"The hospital?" he asked. "Why?"

"Mulder, are you all right?"

"Seems like a question I should be asking you." He was out the door of the basement office already, Jenn forgotten as she swiveled in his chair.

"I'm in labor," she said calmly. "Finally. I don't think I could even look at another piece of pineapple."

"You're what?" He glanced at the elevator and then sprinted up the stairs.

"I'm in labor," she repeated. "Contractions are about six minutes apart, so that gives us some wiggle room when it comes to traffic."

He shoved through the door to the garage and hurried to his car. "Scully, this is all so sudden."

"Is it?" she asked. "Mulder, I know you're not the most perceptive person when it comes to more earthly concerns, and you may have tactfully refrained from commenting on the weight I've gained, but I know you've noticed an increase in certain areas. I've got the kind of cleavage push-up bras can only dream of."

"I'm at the office," he said, his mind spinning. "I'll be there as soon as I can." He hung up and opened the car door. Jenn certainly worked in mysterious ways, but he couldn't argue with the immediacy of the result. It seemed to take forever to get to Scully's apartment in Georgetown. She opened the door immediately to his knock and the sight of her soothed the panicked thoughts crowding his mind. He put both hands on her shoulders, reassuring himself. She looked up at him, her face round and peaceful and weary all at the same time.

"I'm fine," she said before he could ask, and then winced. She reached out and grabbed his shirt, clutching it in her fists.

"Breathe," he said, suddenly aware of the immense depths of his ignorance about birthing and babies, but knowing that at least. "Hee hee hoo hoo."

"If only you'd come to Lamaze class with me," she gritted out between panting breaths.

"I wish I had," he said, rubbing her shoulders. After a few moments, her body relaxed under his hands. "This is really happening, huh?"

"Seems like it," she said.

"What do you need?" He glanced around. There was a bag set near the door. He picked it up.

"That's it," she said. "I called my mother. She'll be there soon. Of course this would happen the one day she happened to go out of town, but my cousin is due any day now and it's my aunt's first grandchild, so there's a lot of excitement."

"I'll bet," Mulder said. "Shall we?"

She held his hand through the contractions while they were in the car, squeezing until his bones crackled in protest. He squeezed back gently, driving as carefully as he could. The hospital swept her up in a whirl of paperwork and obligatory wheelchairs and only Scully catching hold of his hand again let him pass through the doors with her.

"Is this your husband?" someone asked, clipboard at the ready.

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111 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#2

Are you taking prompts? Scully is cold so Mulder gives her his coat, or vice versa.

The thermostat on Scully’s air conditioner is stuck on a setting that reminds her of the Arctic.  She huddles under the thin covers of the motel bed.  She’s not surprised when there’s a tap on the door.  Mulder got soaked through earlier, wading into a lake to help retrieve the remains of one of the victims she’ll be autopsying later.  The water in the showers here doesn’t get hot enough to soak the chill away.  She lets him in.

“It’s freezing in here, Scully,” he says, and she nods and gets back into bed.  

“I spoke to the woman at the desk.  She said that’s just the way it is.”

He shivers.  “The Icebox Motel.  It’s got a ring to it.  I was hoping it would be warmer in your room.”

“Didn’t you bring a sweater?”

He rubs his arms, bare under the brief sleeves of his t-shirt.  “No.  It’s July.  The forecast said it was going to be hot.”

“To be fair, the outside is hot,” she says.  

He cocks his head and gazes at her, miserable.

“Come on,” she says, and flips back the covers on the other side of the bed.  “We’ve huddled for warmth before.  I’m sure we’ll have to do it again.”  She slips out of the bed as he toes off his shoes and crawls into it.

“That does seem to defeat the purpose of huddling for warmth.”  He has the covers pulled up almost to his nose.  His forest-light eyes watch her over the hem of the polyester comforter.

She digs in her suitcase.  “Here.”  She holds out a sweater: warm, wooly, the color of embers in a fireplace.  Even the sight of it eases the ache of the cold.

“I don’t think most of your wardrobe is going to fit me,” he says, but he’s reaching for it, the covers sliding down his body.

“It was my father’s,” she says.  “I keep it in my suitcase sometimes.  It comforts me.”

He pauses, his arms already in the sleeves.  “Are you sure?”

She nods and watches him pop it over his head.  It’s strange to see his dark hair emerging from the neck of it instead of her father’s bald head, but Mulder relaxes almost immediately.

“Oh, Scully,” he says in a voice like melting butter.

“Wool is an amazing material,” she says, slipping back under the covers on her side of the bed.  “It will keep you warm even when it’s wet.  The Vikings wore wool when they sailed on long voyages.”

“Bless the sheep that grew this,” Mulder mumbles.  She can already feel the heat of his long body warming the bed.  She can’t help but cuddle closer — her University of Maryland sweatshirt is warm, but not as warm as her father’s beloved sweater, and not as cozy as the shared heat of their bodies.  Mulder reaches for the remote and she hands it to him.  

“No conspiracy shows,” she says. “And no historical documentaries.  I need to stay awake for a few more hours.”

“How do you feel about a classic movie musical?” he asks, squinting skeptically at Gene Kelly prancing on the television screen. 

“Good,” she says, and he puts his arm around her.

127 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

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Hi! If you're taking prompts, how about if Mulder asks Scully if her dad would have liked him? Any season. Would love to know what they're thinking, and what she'd say. But no worries if not! In any case, thanks for sharing your wonderful words xx

(I'm pretty much always taking prompts, although no guarantees on how quickly I get to them :) I did also write this once where they actually did meet, but it's not canon-compliant.)

They’re lying in the dark on a creaky bed in an anonymous motel in a town Scully doesn’t even remember the name of when Mulder stirs behind her.  

“Do you think your father would have liked me?” he murmurs, his lips brushing her shoulder. 

She doesn’t ask what prompted the question. She feels the weight of their isolation, the way their already tenuous tethers are fraying.  Memory is most of what they have left. Even a whisper of approbation from the past will sustain them for a little while as they scrape up the remnants of their life over and over again.

“Of course he would have,” she says.  Mulder stays quiet, his mouth still moving over her skin.  “Eventually.”

“Mm,” he says.

She rolls over.  “He could be reserved,” she tells him, “and he would have worried about me at first.  But he also knows - he knew - that I’m at my best when I have someone who supports me by challenging me.  Our relationship was very much based on the idea that love and support aren’t conditional on agreement, but they are based in respect.  There’s never been any doubt that you respect me.”

“I respect the hell out of you,” he assured her.  HIs hand crept over her hip.

“Yes, I can tell,” she said dryly.  “Those fingers are wandering to some very respectful places.”

“Mmm.”  He nuzzled against her neck.  “Trespassing respectfully is one of my specialties.”  

“Professionally and personally,” she said, arching against him.  

“No threats about his baby girl?”

"That wasn’t his style,” Scully said.  “He would have loved you because I love you.”

“Glad to hear it,” Mulder said.

“Now can we please stop talking about my family until you’re done respecting me,” Scully asked with a gasp.

“I’ll make it quick,” he said, and she could hear his grin. 

“Don’t,” she said.

“Aye aye,” he told her.

132 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

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Extended Stay America

I can't say how much I am relieved to leave the Drake Inn. Me and Josh did a bit of Sunday driving around town thru Franklin which was a really nice area. There are a lot of history there, too as we came across an old ass cemetery. There were a couple of civil war soldier's graves that we have passed by, but seeing how old the tombstones were was amazing because it's been there since the early 1700s.

I'll begin with how much better our new hotel room is here. We thought it was really strange that there are 3 Extended Stay America hotels right next to each other on the same corner of the block across the street from my job. The one in the middle with the red brick building is being sold to a different owner so that's probably going to become a different hotel. The original one we booked a reservation for was the bigger one with 3 floors where seem to be more busy and more ghetto people hanging about. If we didn't drive through the back roads from the city of Franklin we wouldn't have seen the nice hidden one outback. It's more quiet, it's cleaner, and it was $70 cheaper than the original one we booked for so we were definitely surprised and relieved that we are paying cheaper for a better location of our hotel. We also read a lot of bad reviews for the original Extended Stay. The room we got is nice & clean just like how a hotel room should look like. Joshua called the 800 # to change the reservation for this other location and then we were able to check in right away right after. It feels good to be comfortable again in a better condition room on a nice new bed with a tv that has a remote that works. No hole on the door and toilet that works. A nice kitchen counter top big enough for me to do my work on my laptop or eat food off of and a leather recliner in the room to chill while watching tv if I don't feel like laying down on the bed. It's only a 20 minute walk to my work from the hotel. Depending on how long Joshua can stay at his new job because he almost immediately was just gonna quit and not even work right when he got there, I bitched at him to stop quitting so fast and try to give it a chance because of the pay and the good schedule.

It pisses me off when he keeps doing that shit. I'm tired of financially supporting both of us and being with men who can't get their shit together. Why is it that I run into men that can't be financially secure? I dunno what it is about me that attracts those kind of men. Cait did mention in the readings that this negative part of Joshua will be a lot of work to deal with if I chose to stay with him, i cant keep supporting him forever and neither can his friend Bobby or his parents. I'm getting over this.....There's going to be a point where I may just walk away. If I need to work 2 jobs to support myself I will, I truly don't need to deal with a partner that can't be reliable no matter how selfish he wants to be for his own wants. If he can't love me enough to work and financially help me out, then I dunno what else to do, but to give up on him. I dunno.....I'll see what happens by the end of the day today.

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| Night Rider. |

| Night Rider. |

I’m an advocate for a Sunday recharge and what better way to start the week ahead than on a track-day. I’m at the motor land starting grid for the superbike world championship. (Announcer) “We are here at… With what promises to be another thrilling day of motorbike action’s” Engines reviving. “We are moving away from the starting gun.”

I can feel the energy. We have a great crowd here, you can tell how excited they are. “Let’s make some noise!” The best racers in the world are busy working with their teams, making those critical last-minute adjustments. When the difference between victory and defeat comes down to a fraction of a second, every bit of power and engineering counts.

They want to see the best riders on two wheels, zig-zagging through the people until my gaze finally locked on the track with my helmet and gloves in hand.

Crowd cheering, engines rumbling. The championship has just begun. The teams have been working all weekend. Now for the moment of truth. Engines revving waiting for the red light change to green engines whine the crowd cheers wildly.

Mounted on my bike, I placed the helmet on. This is the starting grid. All set. The hostesses retreat. The mechanics get the tires warmers out. This means we don’t have much longer to wait.

I can already hear the engines roar. Sounds like music to my ear. Riding the bike, my tunnel vision fixation on the track zig-zagging my way through the other racers, I took a deep breath.

I took the lead leaving the rest at my rear, I almost could taste the victory when something went wrong and the engine pops, rattling and clunking.

I started to lose speed and I stopped near the track, the motorcycle was throwing smoke and the engine was sputtering. Within those seconds I lost the race. “Shit! Fuck!” Sighing, I took off the helmet from my head and tossed it on the road, grumbling to myself. “I can’t believe this fucking shit.” Breathing heavily.

My gaze averted on the winners celebrating with a bottle of champagne. A woman approached me. “Well that sucked, just two laps to go with the right bike, you’d have won.” Canting my head to the side. “Yeah, bad luck.”

“No, that wasn’t luck what you need is a decent team.” She tips down her shades to look at me. “I watched you in the track, always last to use the brake taking the curve. You should’ve won today.” Smiles mischievously. “Yeah, I know that.”

She extended her hand to introduce herself. “I’m Alexa.” Rose up from my seat to extend my hand to her. “What’s up, Alexa? I’m Jakob. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m looking for a second racer. My team is holding trials soon, and I think you should be there. Here. If you are interested, the selection trials start on Thursday.”

Digging her fingers into her leather jacket to grasp a business card and handed it to me. My gaze looked at the business card. “Yeah, for sure. I mean, damn. Thanks so much.”

She smiled. “I’ll see you.” I nodded my head. “You will, thank you.” She covered her eyes with her shades “see you.” She strutted it away. “Bye.” I couldn’t believe what just happened. Grinning with the business card in hand. “Fuck yeah.”

_________

I stay up late at night working on my motorcycle. Thursday afternoon I arrived at the track trial. There are 3 more racers when Alexa strutted in wearing all black with high heels.

“Welcome boys, only one of you will be chosen. We want to win. And to make that happen we need the best racer. Okay? For now, just finish your paperwork with Lisa and we’ll be me on the track for warm-up laps. Good luck guys.” She strode away.

Engines roared, riding on the track, Recklessly without using the brakes taking the curve. I was hooked on the pure, fiery feelings I got from speed racing, I took the lead of the trial, Alexa is watching us from her VIP balcony gesturing with a faint, hopefully smile. This must be the icing of the cake.

_____

Arrived to my sister’s place to tell her the good news, when I dismounted from the motorcycle and left the helmet on the seat.

I leisurely strode towards the hallway while two strangers passed me by the stairs with an unfriendly face. I made my way to Jennie’s apartment. I fixated my attention on the front door, I didn’t expect the door to be unlocked, yet the moment I twisted the knob, it slowly creaked open. Stepping into the place.

She is sitting on the couch with her cut lip and a blow on her face tears in her eyes, I could easily read the desperation sprawled across her features. “What happened? are you okay? are you alright?” She remained in silence. “What happened here, Jen?”

Grabbed the phone from my leather jacket’s pocket to dial up a number, she tilted her head to the side. “What are you doing?” Waiting on the phone. “I’m calling the cop, what does it look like I’m doing it huh?”

“Hang up. Are you fucking deaf?” She snapped with snark and lunged for a punch, though I quickly skidded back, she wrenched the phone from my ear. “So tell me what the fuck happened!” Scowled at her defiantly. “There were drugs in the house!”

Eyed at her up and down from where I’m standing unamused. “What did you say?” She sighed. “I was holding them for some guys.” “But why?” “I have to pay the fucking rent! Why the fuck do you think?”

Shouting loudly. “I mean, are you fucking crazy, or what? If you really needed money, why not ask me?”

She raised her voice. “So now you wanna help? You never do shit for me! You’re broke, that bike is all you care about!”

I ran my tatted fingers through my dampened hair. “There you go bringing my bike again!” Clicking my tongue. “This is fucking bullshit!”

She sighed. “I was only supposed to do that for a few months.” Considering this mess before speaking up. “So the drugs belong to those guys?” She nodded. “They were stolen.”

Inhaling a deep breath. “How much were they worth?” She whimpers. “Two hundred K. If I don’t pay in a week, they are going to kill me.” She started to sob with tears.

Placed my hands on her face. “Look at me. Look at me.” She continued crying. “I don’t know. “Calm down, just look at me. We will figure this out together. First, we’re going to get you outta here.”

Wrapping my arms around her frame. “Pack your things, you'll come and stay at my place.” Placed a gentle kiss on her face. “Let’s go.” She sniffles, get into the room.

Inhales sharply. “Fucking shit.” I couldn’t even tell her my good news.

_______

Arriving at the bar, the engine shuts off. I climbed off the bike to trode towards the place. The guys I was looking for were at the end of the bar watching the match and drinking beers. “You are the one who wants to talk?”

“Yeah, I’m here about Jennie.”

“Did you bring the cash she owes me?” Without even a blink I speak up. “The drugs were stolen from her.”

“That’s not my problem. She had the merchandise, she was responsible.”

“But she barely has a fucking cent. You know that better than I do.” I gestured with my finger.

He cleared his throat before leading his frame closer to me. “And why the fuck do you care so much?”

“She’s my sister.” “Hmm. I don’t fucking care who she is to you. If you didn’t bring the money, why are you here?”

“To make a deal. Listen, I'm a pro superbike racer. I’ll pay you back all of it. Just give me 2 months do it, all right?”

“I’m not a fucking bank.” He rotated his frame to walk away. “Okay, one month and I’ll pay you back.” He kicked me out with his bodyguards.

———

Later in my place my cell phone rang. I don’t know the number either way, so I picked up the phone. “Yeah?” Miguel's raspy voice spoke loudly through the phone. “Were you serious about helping your sister, kid?”

Without a hint of hesitation I nodded my head. “Yeah. Yeah, I was.” - “Come to my tattoo shop. Make sure you come alone.”

“You mean right now?” - “Right now, yeah.”

———

I approach on my bike in a dark alley across the shop, engine shuts off. Climbed off the bike, leisurely strode through the tattoo shop where the tattoo gun buzzing Miguel was tattooing a woman’s back. “Hey, kid. Wait there.”

Breathes deeply I stood there, I turned my frame to the front door when two men quickly walked in, Miguel was putting on his leather jacket. One of his bodyguards slightly slammed his palm on my shoulder. “Come with me.”

Making my way out the shop and following this bald man to a black trunk he opened the doors and gestured to me with his hand. “Get in.” I looked at Miguel and his two bodyguards, grunts softly before I get in.

They closed the doors behind me, the engine started and the truck started to move on. I couldn’t see anything or where the fuck these two men where taking me. The brakes squeak gently and the doors unlock.

I get out of the truck walking towards the streets, Eventually my eyes land on Miguel waiting for me with a bag. “You are going to take this back to my tattoo shop, come.”

I placed the bag on my back to climb on a red bike that was parked on. “All right, listen kid, we’re 10 minutes away from the highway.” He gestured with his fingers. “When you get to the border, there’s a toll. You have a device that pays automatically. You won’t have to stop. At the first service station past the toll booth. You’ll meet our guys. They’ll fill your tank up.” I nodded my head, placed the helmet on.

“Okay you’ll have 2 hours, not a minute more, to do this route. I know this trip like the back of my hand. If you take too long, I’ll know that you fucked me. But you’re not going to fuck me right?” He delivered a blow to my helmet. “Hey! You really don’t want to do that.”

Shaking my head. “Not!” He gazed more sternly at me. “I’ll know if you do. You’re carrying a GPS. No time for bullshit, kid.”

Engine starts and revs to my route on the open road. I passed the toll engine whining towards the highway like a soul that carries the devil, tunnel vision zig-zagging through the cars. Until I make my way to the guys waiting for me to fill the tank with gas.

Engine revs and the tires squeal to my destination the engine roars at 230 mph. Everything happened in a blur, the sirens wailing tires squeal, I got followed by the cops, the siren continued. I'm sweating like a pig, I can’t stop.

The cops are hell bent behind my ass. My heart clenched into an adrenaline induced addiction, the tires squealing zig zagging between two cars in the high way the brakes screech. The horns honking. I managed to lose them and leave the cops at my rear.

I finally headed back to the tattoo shop and handed the bag to Jordan, younger brother of Miguel. He twisted his wrist to look at his watch before he spoke up. “You’ve 10 minutes late, my friend.”

Breathing heavily, he opened the bag and tossed me a package. I caught it in my hands. “What is this flour?”

Jordan scoffed loudly. “You really didn’t think I was going to give you the drugs just like that? I need you to bring me what I need by the highway on your bike.

He handed me a phone. “We can talk freely about that without any risk. You pick up when I call you, no matter the time.” I nodded my head. “Mhmm.”

“You work for me and my brother now for 2 months, then I leave you in peace. Hmm? The debt will be settled.”

“Okay. 2 months, right? And that’s it?”

———

I have always been addicted to strong emotions and speed. I decided to put my talent as a runner at the service of this cartel. In exchange for paying off her debts, I agreed to moonlight drugs across the city. A circuit racer by day a reckless kamikaze by night, cell phone ringing it says unknown; clicking my tongue. I pressed the silence button and went on the trials.

Heading out of the place, Miguel is waiting for me with his two bodyguards. “The fuck are you doing here? Are you crazy?” He grabbed me by the back of my neck.

“Look, kid, I’ll explain one last time. When I call you, you pick up. If you don’t pick up the deal is off. I’ll go to your sister and beat the shit out of her. Are we clear?” Nodding my head. “It’s clear.”

———

Parked outside the tattoo shop as Miguel approached with the bag I have to deliver. Slide my arms into the bag on my back, grunts softly; sniffs, placing the helmet on. He handed me a plastic bag of blue pills.

Perked a curious brow at him. “What’s this?” - “A little kick if you’re tired. You wouldn’t be the first one to drive off the road. Go on, ride.” I popped one into my mouth, engine started and revs.

Passed the trolls when two cops were chasing me on two bikes. Siren wailing. Another night, another chase. They are really wasting their time, but let’s have a little fun. Zig zagging between the cars on the highway, engine whines. I stopped with the guys to refill the tank with gas within a few minutes. Sirens continue. “Let’s go!fucking hurry up.”

Sirens approaching, engine revs. I’m trying to lose them but these two are like damn bees behind my ass, tires squeal and I finally hide behind a parked truck until they both pass me by.

———-

Engine shuts off at the bar, so I hand the bag to Jordan. “They almost caught you.” Quick breaths. “I need a faster bike. A Ducati 1299 Panigale with special racing tires. Two bikes.” - “Who do you think you are, kid?”

Canting his head to his bodyguard. “Take that shit away from here. Meet me at the warehouse.”

Breathing heavily. “Jordan, if you want to keep your drugs, it has to be this way. Or next time, for sure, I’m getting busted.” He approached me with a scowl on his face. “We’ll see about that.”

_____

Back in my place, slide my hands into a bucket filled with water and ice, and breathe deeply. Every night the sequence was repeated carrying the drugs and handing over the money. During the day the tests with the team and at night carrying drugs, I began to become addicted to the blue pills, that kept me awake and with a lot of energy for my nocturnal activities.

I have two bikes. I wanted to make this trip more safe, I felt invisible when I was on two wheels. Engines whining last round from the trial have finally come, Alexa was watching us, zig zagging between the riders, I lightly hit the motorcycle to one of the riders, my tires squeal.

She approached me after we finished. “Are you sure you really wanna join this team?” - “Yeah.”

“I support you because I think you have bigger balls than them. Not many riders are born to race, you know and you have that spark. Don’t fuck this up, okay?”

______

I have one more drop off then my sister and I. We'll finally be free. I met with Miguel at the warehouse, he was alone, I strode with the bag in hand to hand in his grasp, I sniffed and spit, I rotated my frame to walk away. “Okay, I’m off.”

Miguel canting his head to the side. “Tomorrow at the tattoo shop at 11:00.” I turned on my heels, my gaze averted at him. “No, no, the deal was 2 months, this is my last night.” He chuckles. “No fucking way, kid.” - “We had a deal, that’s what we agreed on.”

“You are done when we say you are done.”

Digging my fingers into my pocket to grasp the phone and placing it on the table. “I am done with this.” He delivered a gut punch and I grunted. “Don’t push your luck with me you little prick, huh?”

Wrapped his fingers around my throat. “You want your sister to spend the rest of her life as a whore? Do you know how much they pay for a white pussy? They go crazy for it, oh they will fuck her in the ears. Get outta here.”

I strode towards the bike, everything he said rang in my ears, inhaling sharply. I grabbed the helmet and approached him. “What the fuck do you want now?” “I left my phone there.” He turned around to pass me the phone.

I hit him on the head with the helmet and he grunted the phone clatter. I keep hitting on his head repeatedly with the helmet until his body was in a pool of blood, so I guess the moral is: Don't bite off more than you can chew otherwise you will get fucked.

(To be continued)

[sunascumdoll]

For the tiktok trend event , slamming their car door with megumi , gojo and nanami?

ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʟᴀᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ

a/n: nanami's is really short bc i felt like i was repeating myself a lot. regardless i hope you enjoy

as always reblogs are appreciated ♡

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ ᴛʀᴇɴᴅ & ᴋɪɴᴋ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ

gojo

i can't necessarily see gojo getting upset with you slamming his car door

like i cant

gojo is a clown

so if anything, he'd take it as a challenge 

and try to like

out slam you 🧍‍♀️

you've seen the trend before, and laughter never failed to seep from your lips seeing the different reactions - death glares, people scolding their significant others, all-natural responses to their door being slammed shut.

satoru sits in the driveway of your home, his car in park, and his foot lightly resting against the brake. 

you quickly unbuckle your seatbelt, grabbing the bags that rest beside your feet before turning towards satoru, "thank you for the day out, babe!"

you lean over and press a kiss to the white-haired man's cheek. you open the car door, stepping outside of it, before grabbing the remaining bags. you silently chuckle to yourself as you slam the door shut with enough force to make the car shake. you slowly ascend the steps to your front door, giggling to yourself as you wait for satoru to call you back.

but it never comes. 

instead, you hear a familiar chuckle, a loud bang, and the sound of glass shattering. your head whirls around, and there stands your 6'3 boyfriend, glass surrounding his feet and his car door partially resting in his hand and hanging off the hinges. 

your eyes practically bulge out of your head, and your mouth drops open, "...what the fuck happened to your door, toru?" 

"i thought we were seeing who could slam it the hardest… i think i won."

megumi 

another baby i think wouldn't yell at you

he’d just sit silently in his seat

turn the radio up or something

megumi honks the horn before grabbing his phone, shooting you a quick text to let you know he has arrived. you slip your shoes on and walk out your front door to his car. you grab the door handle, yanking it open and slamming it once you're comfortably inside. megumi sets his phone down inside the cupholder, eyebrows furrowed as he looks over at you. dark navy blue eyes survey your figure, only to turn away and focus back on the road. 

the two of you sat in silence for over 10 minutes, the sound of the radio filling the empty space. megumi's hand finds its way onto your thigh, gently squeezing it as he pulled into a familiar drive-thru: McDonald’s. 

you tilt your head in confusion, “ ‘gumi? what are we doing he-”

megumi cuts you off and partially leans out the window to speak into the speaker, “could i get a cheeseburger? could i also get a ten count nugget, thank you.”

megumi drives around the building, paying for the food, then pulls into a parking spot. he unbuckles his seatbelt, taking a nugget from its container before turning towards you. 

you hum happily, accepting the nugget into your mouth, “what’s this for?” 

“you slammed my car door, i thought you were upset. i didn’t do anything today, so i figured you were hungry,” he responds. 

nanami 

unlike gojo and megumi

nanami would just ask you what’s wrong

why tf are slamming my car door

did someone upset you

date night with kento. 

you stand in front of the full-body mirror, a pout present on your lips as you smooth the wrinkles from your dress. after trying on numerous outfits, you decide on this tiny black dress. it’s not what you wanted to wear, but it would have to do. kento sits in the car, warming the interior as he waits for you. you rush out of your shared home, plopping down onto the warm leather seats. your manicured nails grab the door handle, yanking it shut before crossing your arms across your chest. kento turns the radio down before turning his body towards you. 

two fingers reach to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him, “what’s wrong?”

“this isn’t what i wanted to wear! my original outfit looked weird, and so did everything else,” you whine in response. 

kento nods, sharp eyes roaming over your figure. he leans forward, pressing a firm kiss on your soft, supple lips. 

“you look beautiful. nothing looks weird on you,” he retorts, “but still, that doesn’t give you a reason to slam my car door. please, don’t do that again.”

[baroquebucky]

symphony

in which bucky realizes the light you’ve brought into his life

word count: 2.3k of pure fluff

masterlist

a/n: hi bffs !! hope u all enjoy this fluff as reparations for the amount of angst I’ve been writing <333 let me know what you guys think !! inspired by this song :] sorry for any typos !!

Life felt monotonous for bucky. Everyday he would wake up, go for a walk, sometimes go out for dinner with his neighbor other times he would just stay in. Then he would go to therapy, suffer there for a while before coming back and doing nothing. Throughout the week he would go to the compound or the gym and train to get his mind off things.

“I just feel like I’m stuck in a loop and i can’t get out of it, it’s like a boring song that everyone’s playing on repreat” bucky grumbled, sam nodded, listening to bucky as he vented.

“i think you need something new in your life, something to spice it up” Sam spoke gently, thinking for a bit before a smile appeared on his face, “i know just the thing!” He cheered.

“how is coffee gonna help me” bucky huffed, sam just rolled his eyes, dragging the super soldier along to his favorite coffee shop.

“no trust me, this coffee is amazing, they have all these other drinks too and the person who always takes my order is amazing” Sam cheered, a smile on his face as he rounded the corner and saw you through the glass.

“that’s them!” He smiled, turning to look at bucky, he stopped in his tracks.

“you aren’t trying to set me up on a date right now, right?” Bucky looked at Sam wide eyed and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head and grabbing Buckys wrist.

“if this was a date i would’ve made you dress better” Sam shot back, bucky frowned looking down at his clothes. What was so wrong with his clothes?

“this is my favorite jacket” bucky pouted and Sam rolled his eyes, as the door opened a small chime went off.

“good evening sam!” You called out, a bright smile on your face as you finished taking someone’s order. Sam and Bucky stood in line, waiting only a couple minutes before you helped them.

“your usual?” you beamed and Sam smiled, you wrote it down quickly, turning to bucky with a smile, “what can i get for you?” Bucky blushed a bit, avoiding eye contact with you and glancing at the menu.

“i- well uh i don’t know actually” bucky hesitated, sam cringed at his friend, elbowing him slightly.

“what do you recommend?” he asked quickly, and you turned to look down at the menu as if you didn’t have it memorized.

“hmm, well i really the special we have right now, if you’re not into sweet then i recommend that one” you pointed out with your pen a smile still on your face.

“whatever your favorite is” He spoke, heart beating in his chest as the words tumbled out. You felt your face heat up at his words, nodding quickly. Bucky paid and went to go sit next to Sam, ears red and face hot.

Sam simply chuckled at him, waiting patiently for you to call out their order numbers. Bucky kept glancing up, stealing glances at you and marveling at how pretty you were. The way you moved so easily and kept a smile on your face anytime someone looked your way.

Buckys heart sunk a bit. He wished he could be like that, all smiles and rainbows, like the way he used to be. He thought about how brooding he was and the way sam always commented on the way he stared too much. He tore his eyes away from you and focused on the decoration in the cafe.

“57 and 58!” You called out, setting the drinks on the counter looking out for Sam and bucky, smiling when you saw the two men getting up and walking towards you.

“thank you y/n!” Sam smiled and you nodded, eyes moving to bucky, he gave you a tight lipped smile before walking out. “that wasn’t so bad was it” Sam smirked and bucky rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his drink.

“oh wow this is really good” bucky mumbled, drinking some more and furrowing his brows, sam smiled at him, nodding in agreement.

The two men returned a couple times every week, you smiling at them and saying hello, giving bucky a new drink to try every time he came. The two of you stealing glances anytime you looked over while making the drink, heart rate spiking when your eyes met.

Bucky was giddy to see you, wondering what you would give him today. Sam frowned when your coworker greeted them instead of you.

“wheres y/n?” Sam asked, you coworker frowned at the mention of you before replying.

“oh they quit, our boss kept giving them shit” she sighed, “between you and i, they only stayed this long because you guys kept coming back” she smiled, her eyes moving to bucky, “specially you.”

As the two men were leaving your coworker called out for them, handing them a piece of paper. “she told me to give you guys this, have a good day!”

They looked at each other before unrolling the paper, you handwriting on it along with your phone number.

“text me when you want bird boy” Sam read, laughing a little, he turned to bucky, craning his neck to read his, “what’s your say” Bucky had a bashful smile on his face.

“oh just to text them whenever” bucky cleared his throat, shoving the piece of paper in his pocket.

i really hope we can hang out properly soon :) the paper read, scribbled under was a list of drinks you wanted him to try. Buckys heart fluttered at the action, the whole time he was with Sam you were the only thing he was thinking about.

When he finally got back to his apartment bucky texted you, heart racing as he sent the text.

hi it’s bucky, i got your note let me know when you’re free :-)

Your heart jumped at the message, the biggest smile on your face as you read the text over again, giggling as you replied.

hi buck!! I’m free this weekend actually :]

The two of you made plans quickly, excited for a proper date and not just stealing glances and making small talk when he ordered his drink or picked it up from the counter.

When Saturday evening came bucky was frantic, texting sam and asking what clothes he should wear, recalling the time he made fun of his clothes before he met you the first time.

You were nervous as you got ready, hands shaking slightly as you changed into some nice clothing. You checked yourself out in the mirror and smiled, fixing your hair a bit.

The doorbell rang and you jumped, heart racing as you walked to the door, opening it with a smile.

Bucky stood there with roses in his hands, a bright smile on his face. He chocked on his breath a little as he took you in, it was the first time he’d seen you out of uniform and god you were perfect.

“oh thank you!” You blushed, smiling as you took the flowers from him, “come in I’ll just put these in water” you smiled, letting him in and quickly moving to put the flowers in a vase.

Your apartment was so comforting, bucky felt like he was safe there, he felt so at peace despite his heart racing in his chest.

“ready?” You asked and bucky smiled, he could hear the way your heart raced after you not so secretly checked him out. He was wearing a dark blue t shirt and a leather jacket along with some black pants.

“so where are we going?” You questioned and bucky smiled, turning to look at you nervously before focusing on the road again.

“is the fair okay? I know there’s one in town and I’ve been wanting to go but-” he rambled and you cut him off excitedly.

“i love the fair! I’m really good at those shooting games y’know” you bragged and bucky smiled, excited to see how skilled you were. “however i will not compete against you” you added quickly, making bucky frown.

“too scared I’ll beat you doll?” Bucky smirked and your heart raced at the nickname, your comeback dying on your lips. Bucky smiled as you sat there with your mouth open, looking away quickly before changing the subject.

As the two of you arrived bucky immediately knew he made the right choice, the way you had the widest smile on your face as you pointed everything out to him, eyes wide as you saw the giant dinosaur plush.

“you have a metal arm dont you?” You whispered and bucky smiled, nodding his head. “would it be, i don’t know, immoral for you to use it to get that dinosaur plush?” You blushed, giggling as bucky gasped at you.

“i cant believe you!” He teased and you frowned, bucky smiled at you, taking your hand in his and walking towards the game. He handed the man the tickets to play and held the heavy ball in his hands.

“you just have to knock all three cups over” the man spoke and bucky nodded, placing the ball in his right hand before throwing it, easily knocking the cups down.

“yay!” You cheered, running next to bucky and hugging him, the man handed you the giant plush and you smiled, staring at bucky with starry eyes.

“didn’t even use your metal arms sergeant” you teased and Buckys heart lurched at the titles. His heart was in frenzy as you smirked up at him.

“I’m a super soldier doll” he smiled at your face turned into one of realization, nodding your head.

“right, i forgot about that” you mumbled, struggling to keep the dinosaur plush from touching the ground, bucky smiled at you before he took it from your hands, easily tucking it under his arm.

“thanks” you blushed and bucky nodded, a smile on his face as he replied.

“cant have my best girl struggling on our first date can we” you blushed at his words, looking at him with a bright smile.

“first? as in more to come?” You questioned, a smile on your face as you stopped in your tracks, the lights from some ride illuminating your face in reds and pinks. Bucky nodded, suddenly his confidence was sizzling away.

“I mean unless you don’t want to that’s fine too i just- i mean” bucky rambled and you watched him struggle for a bit, biting your bottom lip before stopping him.

“I’d love to go on more dates” you spoke up, bucky smiled at you, letting out a small breath, “now let’s go to the Ferris wheel!” You easily slipping your hand in his.

Everything felt so easy with bucky, it never felt forced. The two of you constantly texting and calling when you weren’t together and grabbing dinner and going on dates more and more often. It was only a matter of time before bucky asked you out, everything falling into place for the two of you.

The two of you were in bed, you were cuddled up into his side as you watched a documentary on some lions. Bucky ran his fingers through your hair and you sighed, relaxing into his touch. It had been almost two years since the two of you went on your first date, but to bucky it felt like yesterday.

“you know i love you, right doll” he spoke suddenly and you looked at him, confused before nodding.

“i love you too loverboy” you replied, sitting up and kissing his cheek.

“don’t know where I’d be without you” he spoke softly, his blue eyes meeting yours, he smiled softly. “I used to think i was broken and no one would want me” he mumbled and you frowned, letting him continue.

“the only reason sam took me to that cafe was because i was stuck in this loop and i was going crazy” he laughed softly, “i thought i was never gonna get out of this funk but then” he stopped.

You looked at him, confused as he smiled at you, peppering kissing all over your face before caressing your cheek and kissing your forehead.

“then what?” You whispered, a smile on your face when you realized what he was going to say.

“then you came along” he replied, smiling at the way you wiggled to face him.

“you took me and you made me into a better person, you made my life so much better and now it’s like there’s a symphony playing anytime in with you” he spoke, a smile on his face when you reached your hand out and ran your fingers through his hair. You stopped your hand at the nape of his neck, pushing him towards you and crashing your lips onto his.

It was sloppy and passionate, but it was sweet. The two of you smiling into the kiss before giving him one last peck and pulling away.

“oh lovebug, that songs always been inside you, just needed a little tuning to get it right” you replied, taking him into your arms as he laid down on your chest.

For once, bucky was grateful sam had forced him to go out, he was grateful that you were working that day and you recommend him a drink. He was grateful that you went to the fair with him and you liked him enough to go on another date.

Bucky no longer wished to be like you, he didn’t long for the person he was in the 40s. He didn’t wish he could change into someone else anymore.

He didn’t because he was more himself than he had ever been. He was happy and he was at peace, he was who he had always wanted to become. He didn’t feel like he was stuck in the shadows in a constant loop.

Bucky smiled as you placed a gentle kiss on top of his head, mumbling a soft ‘i love you.’

Bucky felt happy, he felt at home and he felt in love. He was finally at peace with his life now that you were in it. You helped him become who he was, pushed him to be better and to change into who he wanted to be.

[mtfstuff]

'Why didnt I thought of this...' I said to myself. I forgot to refuel my motorcycle... now I sit here and my tank is empty.

I got off and started pushing it down the street. Still 147 miles to the next gas station.

After some time I've heard a truck coming closer. It stopped next to me and the window got let down. A fat man with beard revealed himself.

"Everything okay?", he asked.

"My tank is empty.", I replied.

"I was on my way to the next gas station. Hop in, I can take you with me.", he said smiling.

I was a bit hesitant.

"What about my bike?", I asked.

"We can secure your motorcycle in the trailer."

"That would be great!"

"Allright, you can meet me at the parking spot in front of us."

He drives away and parks about 150 meters in front of me. I push my bike towards it. The trailer is already open as I arrive and the driver gets out of his cabin.

He was a head shorter and definitely older than me.

We stowed my bike and entered the driver cabin again.

"Thank you for taking me with you.", I said when he started the truck.

"It's always a pleasure to help young men in dificult situations.", he replied.

What a wierd response, I thought.

We drove a short time when he started to do small talk.

"I'm Pete. What is your name?", he asked.

"I'm Jordan.", I replied.

"Nice to meet you Jordan. May I ask if you are from around here? I dont see people on a bike her often. Oh, and how old are you? You seem pretty young."

I was getting suspicious of him. Who would ask such things a stranger? Maybe he just doesnt like silence. I shrug.

My testicle started to itch, what an inopportune time, I thought. Maybe I shouldnt have worn my jockstrap today. I pulled on the tight leather around the area to stop the itching.

From the corner of my eye I saw how he was watching me. To distract him I answered.

"No, I'm not from around here. I'm driving through the whole country right now. And I'm 26."

"You could be my son with that age. I'm twice as old as you.", he said and chuckled. "So you're doing a roadtrip. Alone?"

"I started with a friend but he left. Now I'm doing it alone."

"Alright."

Some minutes of silence again. I enjoyed it.

"You can put your feet up if you want.  Or take your boots off if they are too uncomfortable or too warm.", he said out of nowhere.

That was strange, but a nice offer.

"Thanks, but they are in fact really comfortable.", I answered.

Silence again, I hope this time for longer.

His phone rang and he picked it up. From his responses it sounded like it was a friend.

"Is it okay for you if we do a small stop soon? I have to pick up a friend?", he asked me after hanging up.

I looked around to find out where he should fit in this cabin. Pete noticed that.

"If you pull the curtains behind you to the side you can see a bed. It would be nice if you stay there until I put him down again.", he said.

"Alright, I'll do it.", I answered.

I pulled the curtains to the side and a gross looking bed got revealed. It had so many stains and chips leftovers. I took a step towards it as I thought that it wouldnt take long but then I felt a sting in my right ass cheek. As I turn around I see how Pete empties a syringe into my butt. I tried to get away but I already started to stumble and fell mostly onto the bed.

Pete parked the truck at the side of the road and closed the window curtains.

"I'm sorry Jordan, but you are really my type.", he said with a dark grin.

I tried to move but I couldnt. i tried to scream but I could only get out a whimper.

"I injected you with my own creation. It paralyzes every muscle except the heart.", he said.

He now took my legs and put them onto the bed so that I laid straight on it. He run his fingers all over my body. From my pecks to my feet. He took the zipper from my one-piece-racing-suit and pulled it down till he reached my belly button. He stared for a long time at my abs and then he started to massage and lick them. It kinda felt good, I didnt had such intimate body contact in a long time. I tried to imagine my girlfriend licking my six pack instead of an old creepy guy but it didnt really work.

As he was finished he grabbed my left foot and pulled my boot off. It kinda turned me on. The second it came off I could smell my feet and it was a strong smell. Hey, I never took them or the suit off the whole last week as they were super comfortable and the motels I stayed at never had a shower.

He raised it to his nose and took some deep breaths. I noticed how his dick raised in his jeans and he noticed too. Ho opened his pants and put his dick out. It was pretty small.

"I'll clean it up. I promise.", he said as he took my gloved hand to wank while sniffing my boot. He shot his load all over my abs. When he finished he took a wet warm rug to clean my body. It felt great. Then he put my boot back on. I hoped that he would make me able to move again as he pulled out another syringe.

"You know Jordan, now that I played with and observed your body,  I came to the conclusion that you'll be the new me.", he said.

I was shocked. What does he want? Does he have a body swap machine somewhere? Dear god, I hope not.

"You'll be my first body suit. I got this serum from the black market.", he told me. I tried to move but nothing even twitched. He put the syringe on my neck and with the other hand pressed my cock the last time.

"Dear god, thats huge!", he shouted as he emptied the syringe.

He took a step back to look at me nervously.

I started to feel my body tingle and then it started. I saw how my chest started to deflate, followed by my legs, arms and head. Pete cheered.

As the transformation finished he lifted me, well my empty skin from the bed, causing my biker clothes to slip completely off.

He sniffed my armpit and groaned. After that he took his clothes of and started to feel for my asshole. He went head first into me. At first it hurt but it felt good shortly after. I felt how his chubby legs filled out my muscular legs, how his fat belly pressed against my well formed abs, how his small dick grew to fill up my huge cock and how his beard tingled for a short time as he slipped his head inside mine.

As he finished he let out a loud moan, but it was my voice.

"I cant wait to put all of this on. I'm sorry Jordan that you had to be it but you were totally my type: tall, good looking, muscular and wearing a racing suit.", I heard my voice saying.

So he knew that I'd be conscious after he put me on. I dont want this life as a suit.

He took my jockstrap and my thick wool socks and put them on. The socks were wet and cold. Probably because I wore them non stop even at these high temperatures. He took the suit and put it on. After that he lifted my, now his feet, to smell them one last time before he put my boots on. He finished with my gloves and went back behind the steering weel.

He drove close to the gas station, took my bike, filled it up and drove as myself away.

Now almost 2 months later, I almost got used to being worn. At first it felt really weird, as if I'm the boot but after a while I enjoyed it. I had no duties anymore. Pete only took me off once since that day and I can feel how he enjoys being inside me. He loves wearing my clothes, especially the racing suits and normal suits. He loves driving with the motorcycle through the whole country.

Sometimes, when he feels alone he even talks to me. He knows that I cant answer but he just wants to get things off his chest while knowing that someone is listening.

He took me off at my birthday, maybe because of sympathy or because he didnt know how to act that day if he would've met someone from my old life that day.

Now he is making money off of instagram by posting pictures of him in my body suit to finance his motorcycle trips.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

If this is too much I'm sorry. But I was recently made aware of plugs that have panties attached to them. The wearer just has a little strip of elastic that goes up around her hips. Imagine if you will, Dom Henry is very strict, good girls wear the cute underthings he gets for them. Him and his sub go out for a romantic dinner and discovers that she's been plugged for the evening.

🥵🥵🥵 oh jesus! fuck yes! (this got long and a little out of hand but fuck it, its hot🥵🥵🥵)

You eyed the new ‘toy’  with a smile, it was two plugs that were attached to a painr of panties. simple but looked effective.

You’d got them when henry was away filming and had kept them in their neat little box, henry had a strict rule, when he was away you would not play with yourself unless he was instructing you over the phone or video call.

You were going out to dinner, a little ritual you both had once he was home, you’d kiss and cuddle maybe get a spanking if you’d been naughty while he was away,much to your annoyance he kept a note in his phone the amount of times you were naughty when he was away.

But he would not have sex with you untill he woo’d you again. he was a romantic heart deep down he’d take you out, run around the garden and  arrive at the front door pretend to be a teenage sweetheart your door with a boquet of posy’s and chocolates

the night would be just like when you were dateing, dinner, danceing cute kisses and sweet caresses.

He would reaquaint himself with you romantically then bring you home and tie you to his bed and unleash as much cum in and on you as humanly possible! or if he was feeling kinky his glute drive in the gym drenching the gym in the scent of your sex so he would have a reminder for days as he worked out each day~

Normally you can wait the extra two days, but this time you were just too horny, he was away filming the witcher season two and made a point to video call you in costume as much as he could knowing what it did to you.

It was as if he wanted you to break his rules and fuck yourself on one of the ‘mysterious’ gifts he had been sending you. one of which being a suspicious ‘henry like’ dildo which you were certain had been  hand made by your dom with a ‘clone a willy’ set.

But tonight you’d just given up, you hissed quietly shimmying the undies up and placed both plugs correctly, you didnt need lube henry had been going to town teasing you all day youd changed undies twice already!

You sighed visibly shivering as everything sloted into place and rocked back and forth moaning slightly as they both shifted inside of you. you tugged your sexy open back play suit up over your body and tentativly walking down the stairs.

Henry didnt seeme to notice your heaving breathing at first, he did however notice you falter when he handed you your flowers and chocolates in his bike leathers!?

“I though we could take the bike today, take both my girls out for a spin” he said referring to you and the bike grinning handing you your helmet. and biker jacket.

The ride was short but had fucked you up! you had almost cum twice as he opened her up on the dual carridge way, the vibrationed from the purring bike wreaking havoc on your insides as it turned both plugs into vibrators!

Henry had laughed as you got off the bike wobblying knees knocking, he knew what it did to you but for some reason this time you could barely fucking stand straight.

You brushed off his  comments on your red face and secretly regratted not bringing a bigger bag with spare panties becuase you still had the fucking ride home!

Once inside the classy restauraunt things didnt get better for you, this was backfiring incredibly! this was supposed to tease him later on when he realised youd been sitting here full and weeping all night!

You squirmed at the table, whining every so often crossign your legs you could help it the bike fucked you up.

Henry smirked and began a small game of footsie under the table his foot hidden by the table cloth.

You mewled softly squeezing your thighs as his foot pressed at your knees threatening to slip past.

‘Open your legs love’ he ordered casually as he ate his food staring at you eye twinkling with mirth finding it cute how you were trying to refuse him.

‘H-hen please not here- wait till we’re home?’ you pleaded slowly eating your own meal slowly even though you wasnt hungry.... Well not for food. 

He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow and prodded harder shoving past your knees meeting your center with the tip of his shoe and rubbed harshly.

‘Oh god sir!” you moaned thumping your cutlery on the table fists threatening to snap the silver. rutting against his foot making the plugs move rubbing against on another, his shoe hit the first plug fucking you lightly. 

Thats when he felt it, the hard thick base of something, he ripped his foot away shocked that you’d ever do something like this then smirked knowingly.

‘Is there something you want to tell me?’ he teased dropping his cutlery, you just flushed looking down slowly chewing another mouthfull. 

‘fFne i will find out for myself’ he mutteredwhen you ignored him he simply got up moving around beside you crouching down next to you kissing your cheek and cupped your pussy and gasped feeling the plugs

Instantly he sat back down calling the waitier for the bill, leavign as fast as he could.

‘You nuaghty girl, i thought there was somthing off with you tonight... their better by one up here too because you know my rules~ needy girl who cant wait get their asses fucked!” he growled dragging you back on the bike ‘get ready this will be one hell of a ride, think i might go the long way~’ he teased before revving the bike making you yelp as the vibration travled up both plugs. henry laughed.

But that wasnt the worst of it he did take the long way home, darting through back roads over revving her to get the most out of this unusual torment.

Once home he didnt stop, he was determined to make you cum on his bike atleast once before dragging your sorry ass back indoord.

He parked her up resting the red bike on her stand and tore off both his and your helmets fisting a hand in your hair keeping you straddling the powerhouse mechanical marvel and revved her making the bike drown out you wails as he used it to bring you to new hieghts.

[thedevilsdom]

WAIT OK I HAVE A DRABBLE SENARIO IMAGINE IDEAAAAA. Ok so basically mc and levi are in da car (mc is drivin) and like theyre hokding hands nd mc strokes patterns or does somthing on levi and bby gets hard 😳😳😳😳😳 so mc jerks him off while driving but hes like super whiny bc mc is focused on the road (safe drving hahah) ans they're not giving him enough movement to cum HI WHAT I THOUGH OF THIS ON A ROAD TRIP W MY FRIENDS BYEEEEE oh also mc doesnt let levi cum on her fancy leather car seats

You’re not doing anything scandalous at all, really. You’ve got one hand on the wheel and the other one is on top of his, on his thigh. Your thumb is idly tracing little pattens, stroking across the back of his hand lovingly while you hum along with the radio and he gazes out the window. The scenery passes by you as you drive on the way back to the House after school. The rest of the brothers wanted to badly to get a lift back, but you wanted to take your baby, and him alone.

The drive is peaceful for the most part, listening to the music and starting to unwind from the day until you feel him tense up under you and start to pull away from under your hand. You pull up to a stoplight just in time, being able to look over and survey Leviathan to see what’s wrong. Immediately you notice what’s up.

Leviathan is refusing to make eye contact with you, his head tilted down as he looks off towards the door next to him, his hands cupped over his crotch as though that would be less apparent than not doing so.

“Aw, baby,” You giggle, and he flinches in embarrassment, knowing that he’s been caught, “You got hard just from my hand on yours?”

Every fiber of his body is tensed, curling up a little as he tries to hide himself.

“No need to hide,” A soft hand on his shoulder urges him to sit back in his seat, and then your hand drifts to his own between his legs. Looping your fingers around his wrist, you move his hands away from his crotch to reveal his dual cocks tenting his sweatpants. “So fucking cute, my baby boy got turned on just from holding my hand, I’ve got such a sensitive boy.”

Leviathan immediately whines and tries to draw his legs up and hide himself, but again, just one hand on his knee makes him sit properly again. You don’t even push at all, just the gentle placement of your hand on his leg is enough to make him lower it. He’s whimpering and shivering like a little dog, and you can already see his copious precum marking the front of his sweats with two dark spots.

With a sly smile, you slip your hand underneath the waistband of his pants and underwear, beginning to jerk him off just as you pull off from the stoplight. Your motions are slow, but even the gentle vibrations from the car is giving Leviathan pleasure, he’s so sensitive.

“C’mon,” He whines, envy burning in his chest as your eyes and attention are trained on the road.

“What, Levi? I’ve still gotta drive.” You stroke his slick cocks, your hand getting fully drenched by the amount of precum in his pants. He quiets his complaining, but he doesn’t fall silent. Far from it, he whines and cries out, mewling and trying to cant his hips into your slow strokes.

As you get closer to the House, you pull your hand from his pants and hold it up to his face, letting him lap at it.

“W-Why?” He complains, having been growing closer to his orgasm, though he still licks your hands clean like a good, obedient boy.

“You don’t want to make a mess in your pants right before you have to walk through the House, do you?” You start pulling in to the driveway, “And besides, I’m not letting you cum on my carseats.”

[simluvbot]

Enhypen as dates they would take you on <3

tags: gn!reader, established relationship au, fluff, bf! enha

members: all members !!

wc: 400-800ish for each member ?? this is very long uh I’m sorry I got carried away

a/n: hi, welcome to my first piece of writing on this blog 😁😁 I tried to write so that these matched the members and their personalities the most! Also as this is my first post any interaction is so cherished 🥺 but anyways,, I hope you enjoy :D

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Heeseung

he would take you to so many fun places!!

Your dates would consist of going bowling together, theme parks, a walk in the park — you can count on having a fun time with heeseung!

He would just want to impress you );

He’s be always so attentive to you and remember even the littlest of details about you

You’d be in a shop together looking around and he’ll tap your shoulder, showing you a lace shirt that you instantly fall in love with

It’s just your style!

You’d ask him how he knew you would like it, to which he would simply mumble  with, “you told me a few months ago that you like shirts like this.”

You’d just stand in shock like :ooo

Not even you remember telling him that ):

Please he loves you so much, if it’s something that you tell him you like or don’t like, he’ll immediately store it in his memory! He wants to know so much more about you 🥺

Your dates are definitely what you look forward to whenever you see him!!

As much as you love fun day outs with him, you also love your chiller night dates at him <3

Meeting each other late at night after practice? A must!! No way can you let your hee go home alone when he’s the last leaving the practice room after a long day ):<

You would often surprise him by showing up at belift at ungodly hours, and as much as he would scold you with a light frown for coming to see him when it’s already half past midnight,,

You still always catch that small little smile he has whenever you do surprise him hehe

to be aware of just the fact that youre there? is enough for him. you ground him and its especially those spontaneous dates youll throw upon him and inevitably show him without the words uttered that you care for him and you love him? 

those are secretley his fave (: but he doesnt have to tell you that - youve already guessed :D

But at the same time on those late night after-practice dates he just wants to make sure that you’re not staying up too late all the time just to make sure he’s doing okay after practice, his y/nnie needs their sleep too ):

And what you’ll do together? Eat ramen of course!!

Although these little late night dates with him usually dont last no longer than an hour, he still treasures them so dearly in his heart ):

Hee sometimes needs a lot of love and assurance, even if he doesn’t mention it

And you’re the best at making him feel better instantly 🥺

but we seriously cant forget about your daytime dates too! each date of yours is always filled with so so many jokes and giggles that your hearts burn with longing for the other whenever you part ways ):

i can see that he’ll even store the memory of your dates even weeks after they’ve happened - he’ll store those memories of you; all in his heart (and the polaroid he took of you in the back of his phonecase 😳) and tucked close.

Jake

as for dates, to me he seems the type to be into really spontaneous and random things!! He’d love going somewhere fun or just simply randomly travelling with you without a destination!

He especially loves to sneak out of the dorm late at night and meet you at you and his favourite park.

It’s located at the top of a really tall hill, and you’ll both spend hours sitting on the swings, chatting away with little care for the rest of the world or the time as you both simply giggle at each other’s jokes and contentedly talk about anything and everything; watching the city lights glow from hundreds of metres below you

He’d offer you his jacket when the temperature drops by a few degrees suddenly

You’d be like no!! It’s okay you should also stay warm, I’m okay 🥺

But then because he is such a sweetheart he’d huff and sit next to you on the swing, making the single-seater far too cramped as he tries to supply you with his body heat if that’s the only way that you’ll accept not freezing to death 😠

But then you’ll both slip due to there not being enough space for both of you on the wing, and your both fall flat down on your butts lmao

You’d both freeze, staring at each other blankly on the floor

but then you’d both crack up and laugh for the longest time — hushing each other in-between giggles from the fear of maybe you were being a bit too loud and could wake some people up?

But then you’d both fall into giggling messes once again as you blame each other for causing the other to fall down ):

You’d eventually sit together huddled on a bench, sitting in silence and simply staring out at seoul’s twinkling night lights as you share his leather jacket: heavy and warm as it drapes across you and his’ shoulders

But eventually you’d both finally head home! — your eyelids soon growing too heavy and both of you afraid of accidentally falling asleep at a park at 1am lmfao

idk why but i can just see a lot of late-night dates with jake,, such as

baking cookies together at 1am???? probably has happened twice already in your relationship aha 😁

honestly you both spend so much time together casually that you end up arguing on whether that time where he randomly showed up at your house wanting to make relationship bracelets together was really a date or not lmao

he is also so <3 so incredibly sweet too though uGH. he is a sweetheart and like heeseung he will remember every little detail of you which will be useful for when he comes up with more date ideas in the future (

on dates such as eating at a restaurant together he will always bring you flowers like the gentleman he is.

it’s kinda funny because when youre both on a date together alone with no other people around you both become complete crackheads

but when meeting in front of others he acts so mature and serious suddenly lmao ?? 

but honestly he just trusts and loves you so so much that he doesnt even feel like he needs to act a certain way or try to become someone complteley different on a date just to impress you

but its okay because you love the duality of jake sim <3

someone get me him pls. i want one </3

Jay

With jay, shopping dates ??? yes of course (;

he’d simply love taking you out either down a road with many well-known clothing brands or maybe even the mall, entering several clothing stores with you

he never mentions it, but its obvious how much he simply adores seeing you wear the clothes he picks out for you :D

oh and matching couple outfits are obviously always chosen whenever you go out on these fashion dates!!

he will pick out a selection of items he thinks will look good on you, and - to admit it to himself: he does a pretty good damn job

tell me why this boy will get so flustered whenever he sees you walk out of the changing room,, looking so pretty in what he chose for you ??

he’d also one day surprise you on a date with matching couple bracelets :D

you’ll get so excited and he’ll get so shy and try to hide his smile as you compliment how good his sense of style is !! and as much as he denies the fact that he’s blushing you luckily do manage to snap some pics as evidence of the rosy colour in his cheeks hehe

and especially earlier on in the relationship, he’ll always try his best and prepare cute little dates for you both )): and the members would tease him to DEATH for how unbelievably soft and considerate he is when doing things for you when he is so cranky towards them lmfao

chill dates (:

walking in the park together, getting ice cream, going for late night drives and listening to music together </3 with jay it never has to be complicated

Just as long as he gets to be with you, talk with you and touch you then that’s more than enough for him (: he just likes to be in your company

and Idk why I can just see this but he wILL have playground dates with you. dont question it

Because like ?? hanging out on the swings or climbing frame of a kids park at 11PM when there’s no one else there but you both?? Talking and swinging quietly next to each other? very romantic to me hmm

Yes <3 

he will stare at you as he silently swings a back and forth a little; brushing the hair out of your face and looking at you with so so much love in his eyes it’s unbelievable

he especially loves just relaxing with you. watching a show on the tv together while cuddling and staying close to each other is something he loves

hearing your giggles and listening to you talk while engaging in teasing banter where he’ll pretend to think the things you say are stupid by scoffing and rolling his eyes when in reality his heart is swelling and he’s trying so hard not to laugh at how cute you are? 

shut UP

those are definitely one of his favourite types of dates with you

he’ll constantly try to impress you and will be willing to try so many different things with you

i can see him as either being openly interested about going on typical couple dates together such as painting or eating at romantic restaurants,, or every time you mention something of the sort he’ll be groaning at yet another mention of the ‘couple bucket list’ you had created lol

but actually he’s secretly really excited for that couple mug-painting session you booked for you both. but he will never tell you that 😳

in conclusion, with jay it really never has to be something complex for you both to enjoy your dates <3 he just loves being in your company, even if its one of those nights where you both share no words between the cuddling and content sighs and various little soft kisses he presses to your forehead.

sunghoon

with sunghoon gOSH

whatever you two get up to, it’d be so so soft and gentle and perfect and just ):

he would always ask the members what to take you out on as a date and you bet his naver search history would consist of questions like ‘what does my s/o like’ and ‘where should i take out my partner on a date’ lmao

he just wants to make you happy and comfy ):

dates with him are usually really cute!! Like going to cafes, going ice skating etc!

But you’d also love those dates at home with him, giggling shyly as you both sit together and watch a film 🥺

he LOVES those dates! he always gets so shy whenever he comes over and it takes him a little while to get comfortable enough with you to even hold your hand pls

So when he one day pulls you in closer from where you’re sitting side by side on the couch,, bringing you closer and tucking you under his arm ??

You’re so so surprised, and you feel your heart clench a little at how gentle he is with you and how he’s finally opening up ):

And from then on,, he only will become more and more comfortable with you!!! To the point where he’ll start pouting a lil when you don’t snuggle up next to him on the sofa like you usually do );

So cuddle dates with hoon? Yes you bet they’re his fave!!

and then when its quickly approaching your 100 days anniversary, he’ll be wracking his brains for so long trying to decide what to do for you

but then it will hit him like a light bulb switching on!

he’ll suddenly remember you mentioning this specific thing that you really liked and would want to do one day, and guess what he would plan for u both!!

he’d prepare 💔💔 a picnic 💔💔 for you 💔💔

ugh youre so lucky

he’d text you the day before your anniversary telling you to expect to go on a date with him the day after and to dress up prettily :D

he’d wake up super early on the day of the date, preparing all of your favourite foods and meals into a cute lil basket ):

and when you finally both meet at a really rEALLY pretty secluded area that you somehow had no idea existed despite you living in the area for so long - you’d maybe start tearing up?? 

because your boyfriend is so so sweet and you never saw this coming from him at all ): 

and he’d just stand there shyly in front of the picnic he set up, hand at the back of his head and looking down; cute lil blush tainting his cheeks from how nervous he is!

but then you’d run over and give him a big, big hug, exxclaiming how much you appreciate what he did for you and how youre so so incredibly sorry for not bringing him something as well to celebrate your anniversary (you were dying inside fo guilt please!! how could u forget to get him something when he went out of his way like this for you )):  )

but he’d simply shake his head, smiling and not minding at all

because if he gets to see you happy, gets to see those twinkling eyes of yours that just stare up at him with so so much love before bringing him in for a sweet kiss - then he simply doesnt mind at all.

r u crying at this like i am lol

sunoo

sunoo absoloutely adores you.

and he cant stay away from you !! lmao

you’ll leave after a date and ten minutes after youve arrived you’ll get a text from him saying how much he already misses you and wants to see his bun again ):

but its okay!! because y’all would meet up again really soon again :D

sunoo really doesnt mind what you both do together, he just loves being in your company !! if he’s doing something with you, its certain that he will have so much fun and be so so comfy!

you often like to go to cinemas together, watching a film

film/drama marathons are also something that you both do very very often as a date! he loves it when you hug him tight and throw a leg over his as you both lie down in his dorm bed/your bed, watching something on your laptop

he is very very cuddly and whenever you both do have cuddle dates/sessions (which is all the time btw) he’ll like it when you absentmindedly play with his fingers or stroke your hands through his hair soothingly

and then he’ll complain and whine when you stop lmao

seriously though, without a question if either of you meet at either his dorm or your house - its always:  ‘so what are we gonna watch?’

he also likes doing very very cute couple-y activities with you! of course he does,, youre his baby ): 

(he’s more YOUR baby actually - but he doesnt need to know about that shh hehe)

funfair dates where you will go on a ferris wheels and eat cotton candy together? sharing a kiss when you reach the top? yes! and so is going to those sets designed for couples to take cute photos together as a lil photoshoot!

he is so so sweet with you ): 

and has it been mentioned yet that you’ll go on food dates? this is a very obvious date you both do very often !! 

going to food markets and trying out different street foods from different vendors? yes.

having mini dates at the korean convinience store late at night where you’ll both sit by the window and eat tteokbokki & ramen together? yes.

its all honestly really really chill, but he also knows when to be serious when he needs to (:

he’ll take you out to the your favourite restaurants often!

and whenever youre celebrating something he’ll take you to a really good and famous restaurant with mouth-watering food, and you’ll be left wondering for the longest time how on earth he managed to get a seat in since its always so booked

or ordering take-out is good too :D

in conclusion (because i just realised how long this is help 😭): dates with sunoo are always a variety of fun activities which always leave you feeling tired yet so, so happy and content at the end of the day !!

he loves you so much <3

Jungwon

Since you both go to the same school, a lot of your little dates are actually spent there

He’s pretty shy with you at times,, but when you’re both alone it’s then that dates with him are usually so so goofy and silly; days filled with his teasing and your eye rolls and giggles.

Meeting at the rooftop before school to simply talk and giggle and drink chocolate milk? Yes.

Staying after school for small study sessions in the library? Yes.

With jungwon, you’re not able to see him as much between school and him being an idol, so every little moment together means so much to both of you ):

To me jungwon also seems like a cuddler!!! cause like?? Have you seen him ?? Tell me he doesn’t look so soft 

So, dates at home when he’s free where you can both cuddle together in your bed while eating and doing homework? They’re so so cosy,, and definitely your favourite kinda dates!! not to mention that your parents absolutely adore him too

With jungwon, lots of lil spontaneous dates are definitely his and yours trademark (‘:

He’ll turn up at your house randomly with a grin and dimple poking at his cheek, holding a bag of convenience store food and asking you if you want to go on a date with him even if it’s 10pm and dark outside lmfao

And then he’ll take you to an arcade!

You’ll be the only ones there and he’s keep flexing about how he’s going to win you this cat plush from the claw machine because he says it looks like him

He’d try several times and end up spending almost 8,000 won on the machine trying to win you this plush and at this point he’s already making up several excuses about how oh, ‘it’s rigged’ or ‘give me one more chance I will get it this time!!’

You’d giggle at how he grows flustered, gently asking him if you could have a go for fun, sighing and with him and agreeing on the fact that the claw machine is definitely rigged

You’d complain together; scolding the machine and asking it to please be nice and stop ruining your date when it’s then that the claw actually picks up a plush and you’re both like ;oo

You’d both stay stood in shock as the cat plush is dropped into the receiving box, before laughing loudly

He’d stand there flustered, blush tainting his cheek before he just walks away 🚶🏻‍♂️

You’d quickly pick up the cat plush and chase after him, giggles tumbling out your lips

and uhm after that you beTTER go check up on your boy and see if his ego wasnt too damaged by that 😤

so of course you’d wrap your arms around him from behind, tucking your face into the back of his neck ): and pressing gentle kisses where you know he’s ticklish until he finally relents, a small grin and dimple lighting up his face

and phEW because you thought he was upset ): but he laughs and says youre better at the claw machine than he is so,, all good dont worry !! 🥺

It’d end up being him taking the cat plush home, which you both name ‘jungwon-two’ because of how much it actually looks like him 😭

Expect many references and inside jokes to that date and jungwon-two in the future

and tbh you love dates with won so so much. theyre so fun plus they’re always secret.

and whenever you’re out doing whatever the hell you both get up to,

It’s like there is no one else in the world. It’s just you, and him, and the blooming you both feel in your chests.

Niki

I don’t know but I can just see niki as being so romantic

You’re both young, and although niki is the biggest dork and always likes to play around and make jokes 24/7 - he’s also so mature compared to the other boys your age

So would he take you out to a date where he’d set up classically romantic candles and rose petals for you both to eat at for your 1 month anniversary? Yes ):

And you’d be so speechless and shocked as you blush quietly and thank him before he‘s accidentally knocking over his glass of water all over the table cloth and you’re laughing out loud

But expect every other date with him to be filled with so so much food and comfort!

He’d feel so comfy around you, and really the only word he thinks is perfectly able to describe you is home. He thinks you feel like home to him.

So he’d show you all of this favourite things, the things closest to his heart and you can’t help but feel your own heart clench at how much you adore this boy

He’d take you out to traditional Japanese restaurants and show you his favourite foods from back home and teach you the customs of how to eat sushi

You’d 100% be so so interested and excited whenever he reveals to you a vulnerable part of him, and he’d stare at you so lovingly as he kisses your cheek, blushing and smiling like the 15 year old he is

Ugh ): niki ):

Dance dates!!

You claim you can’t dance to save your life LMFAO (or maybe you can 😳?) but he only grins shyly instead as he takes you to a small dance studio he rented (he didn’t want to take you the belift building where there would be other people - he’d want you to feel completely comfortable).

You’d simply stand there with your mouth dropped open as you watch him freestyle to a random song he put on like it’s nothing

You’d spend the day getting taught some moves by him and although you’re sure you look like a cat getting electrocuted, he still smiles and  nods and even claps, giving you compliments and teasing remarks

Overall, dates with niki are so so fun and goofy and perfect. You feel your heart swell every time he takes you out on another little adventure, feeling so complete and carefree between his warm hugs, jokes and words that he has to say to you

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