#they were totally reading to each other and maybe some touching and relaxing

[touchme-teezme]

Why Me?

PAIRINGS | collegeboy!yeosang x fab!reader

TAGS | plot with some porn, kissing, fingering, unprotected sex, angsty & high tension dialogues bcs reader and yeosang are in situationship & figuring it out, reader is a player and avoidant, yeosang gets attached too easily. oopsie.

RATING | NSFW 21+ (Minors pls DNI/if it makes you uncomfortable don’t read thx)

SUMMARY | Yeosang realized he had feelings for you at the worst possible moment—now he’s spiralling and needs an outlet. Lucky for you, you’re here. Unlucky for you, it comes with a cost.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | oK this was plot heavy. lowkey in my feelings when i wrote it and i didn’t rlly want smut to be the focal point of all the stories — especially if i didn’t think it fit the members. so we’re trying something new out with yeo’s part. i hope you like it hehe enjoy freaks (complimentary). if you catch any mistakes, no you didn’t. i proofread with vibes not scrutiny.

💌 click here to see my Love Interrupted series masterlist [ot8] — check out the other parts!

inspired by pink matter & bad religion by frank ocean

(frank come home pls i can’t do this anymore.)

Yeosang wasn’t the nosy type—he liked to think he was above that.

Normally, he’d get himself to stop missing you by scrolling through your posts or replaying your story highlights like a perfectly chill (totally not obsessed) person. But today curiosity dragged him into the abyss that was your tagged photos.

And that’s where he saw it. Them.

The two others you were seeing on the side. He’d heard rumours but didn’t believe them until he saw Lee Chan’s hands on your ass as you were hugging him or a selfie where you were a little too close to Choi Yeonjun.

Even he never had a photo with you where your cheeks were squished against each others.

“Relax,” Wooyoung had told him that night he confided in his friend, “It’s normal. They’re probably just on her roster. You guys aren’t exclusive anyway.”

Now, every time he lay flat on his back, staring at a ceiling, his mind went into the same place:

How did you meet them? How long have you been seeing them? Do they know what you like? Or worse—did you touch them the same way you’re touching him right now?

And seriously, how the fuck did you and Yeonjun even meet?

“Yeosang, i’m talking to you.”

“Huh?” His head jerked up at the sound of your voice, only to find you staring up at him from between his legs, mouth hovering just shy of the fabric of his underwear.

His pants were bunched at his ankles, and he was sprawled out with his knees hanging off the bed—one hand casually tucked under his head.

The angle was doing the most to show off how much gym time he and San had clearly been clocking lately.

“I asked if I can—“

“Uh… Y-Yeah, yeah go ahead.”

You sighed, rising from your knees to gracefully mount his body. Straddling him with elegance, you leaned down, your face inches from his clearly preoccupied gaze.

Speaking of gazes, his eyes were your favourite. Your knuckles grazed his birthmark, then you casually swept his hair back.

"What's going on?"

He reacted instantly, closing his eyes and inhaling sharply as he leaned in. You felt his hands glide down your spine, past the hooks of your bra. He shook his head, "Nothing. I'm fine."

"Something’s definitely going on because I was about to suck you off and you haven’t looked at me once.”

Yeosang gently placed his hand on the back of your head and flipped you over, landing you on your side.

He then adjusted himself, kicking off his jeans with a nonchalant flick of his ankle. Scooting closer to your flushed face, his silence was starting to make you a tad more nervous than usual.

“Is everything okay?” You shifted closer to his body.

“I wanted to ask you something, and I need you to be honest.”

“Oh. Sure.” Your eyebrows rose. “But maybe we save the serious talk for after, you know, the fun stuff?” You started trailing your fingers along the faint ridges of his abs.

He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his as he stared down at your joined hands. “Do you…” He trailed off, recalibrating mid-sentence. “How long are we going to keep having fun?”

“Well,” you said, blinking like it was the most obvious answer in the world, “A few rounds, a few hours—though if you do that thing I like, I might have to keep you here a bit longer.”

You leaned in for a kiss, slow and deliberate, your lips skimming his bottom lip. His hand slipped to your ass like muscle memory, but instead of diving in, his brain just had to keep working.

“No, not this,” he mumbled between kisses before pulling away with all the self-control and focus in the world. “I mean… this—as in, us. How much longer are we going to keep this going?”

“Oh.” You paused, your eyes darted between his face and the diminishing gap between your bodies. “I don’t know… as long as we want to?”

His jaw tightened, his expression unreadable.

“Do you not want to anymore?” You asked.

“It’s not that,” he sighed. “I’m starting my internship next semester. I just… I needed to know if I have a reason to turn down that offer in Busan.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, all you could hear was the faint hum of the city beyond your creaked window.

“Well,” you said. “I told you…if you want to, you should.”

“So you think I should go?”

“I think you should do whatever makes you happiest.”

“And what if what I want doesn’t make you happy?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced a shrug. “It doesn’t matter what I think.”

“But it does. It matters to me.” His voice dipped, tinged with frustration, though his gaze softened into something you hadn’t seen before.

“So… what do you want me to say?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” His voice cracked just enough to make your chest tighten. “That you want me to stay. That this is something important to hold on to or that…” He gestured vaguely to himself, as if it physically pained him. “…that I’m not just someone you fuck when everyone else is busy.”

Oh.

You sighed, sitting up to rake your fingers through your hair while pulling your knees to your chest.

Maybe it was one of the guys you’d been seeing who ran his mouth. Word gets around campus pretty easily when you have mutual friends. It’s also not like you were deliberately hiding it, but you somehow still felt a little ashamed for him to find out.

Yeosang, on the other hand, looked like he’d rather dissolve into thin air. Maybe insecurity had sucker-punched him or he was catching feelings and scared you’d bolt the moment he brought it up.

“I don’t know why I said that,” he muttered, voice soft and far away. “I’m sorry I brought it up.” He shifted to sit next to you, his posture mirroring yours.

“It’s fine,” You tried to sound reassuring, but the weight of his question hung in the air.

You glanced at him, and damn his side profile wasn’t helping you think straight. “So, what is it? You don’t want me seeing anyone else?”

His sharp inhale said it all. “I can’t tell you what to do, but just so you know, I’m not seeing anyone else,” his voice was rough, like he was trying to swallow the words before they came out. “I don’t even want anyone else. I don’t know how you do it, how you can… be with anyone else.”

Yeosang turned to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “I just… I want to know if it could ever be… just me.”

He’d meant it when he swore off relationships — especially after what happened to San, he believed that was more than enough to convince him that relationships weren’t worth it.

But the more he saw you, the more his wishes began to crack. The more he wanted it to be only him you came back to.

“What am I to you?” he asked finally, the question breaking the silence.

You swallowed, searching for words that felt like truth but wouldn’t cut too deep. “You’re…” The answer wavered, unsure even as it left your lips. “You’re someone I care about. A lot.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him, trying to drown out the conversation in the only way you knew how.

His fingers gripped your hips tightly, grounding you against him, and you felt a flicker of guilt at the way you were avoiding his question but it melted away when you felt his tongue slip in.

When you pulled back, he was breathless and flushed, his chest heaving as if he’d just surfaced from underwater. His hands stayed firmly on your love handles, and his forehead leaned against yours.

“For fuck’s sake…” he muttered, the frustration thick in his voice. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair like that would somehow untangle the mess in his brain. “Why me?”

“Yeosang?”

He realised right then and there, there was no changing your mind.

He snapped back to reality, his grip tightening as his hands slid down to your thighs. In one smooth move, you were on your back and he was settling himself right on top of you.

Yeosang settled between your thighs. He rocked his hips, grinding himself against you, seeking friction and relief as your lips wouldn’t leave his alone.

You cupped the side of his face, looking up at him between breaks of the kiss to slide a gentle slow finger into his mouth for him to suck as he held your stare.

Your other hand pushed away the curtain of hair falling from his face, admiring his bare beauty in your touch.

You liked how he reacted to your touches, how at a single command he kneels, he’d do anything for you if you’d ask — maybe that’s what scared you in return but you’d never tell him that.

You both eventually fell on your sides, not a single word besides the usual moans and gasps of “yes”, “like that”, and yeosang’s personal favourite: “i need you right now.”

Before you knew it, your back faced him and you were both entirely undressed.

He held you tight, pressing his face into the sweet spot where your neck met your shoulder. His lips trailed kisses there as his hands explored your familiar curves. Your hips ground back against him, rubbing your ass over his erection.

His fingers danced across your stomach before slipping lower. You groaned, feeling his fingers open to a ‘V’ to graze the sides of your entrance with light strokes.

His focus on you was primal and hungry as he started circling the your folds in a distinct pattern. He sunk two fingers deep inside your slick clenching heat, earning a breathy whine that was turning him on relentlessly. Your breath was hot against his ear as you watched him work, your inner muscles clenching greedily.

Yeosang knew your body the best out of the others. He always paid attention to your physical reactions to what you really like and what hurt you. After a while, he got the hang of it pretty damn quick.

Between the gentle caresses and firmer strokes, he was driving you higher, teasing you mercilessly—and yet, he hadn’t even gone all the way. But holding out much longer wasn’t an option; the things you were saying were wrecking his focus, leaving his restraint hanging by a thread.

You’re the only one I want.

You make me feel so good.

I want you so bad.

Don’t get him wrong, the sex was great — but even with you naked in his arms, swearing he was the one you wanted, he didn’t feel it. Because desiring him wasn’t the same as making him yours—and you never would.

You held his face behind you, anchoring your hand on the nape of his neck as he pounded into you with his hard throbbing cock into you at an angle that was blurring your vision.

He was eagerly grabbing a handful of your breast, teasing your nipple between his fingers as he sucked onto your neck, whining against your skin.

He pushed your knee higher. Gripping your side like he was holding on for dear life, he thrust into you with the determination, only to pull out slowly, and savouring the moment.

The increasing pace turned your moans into a symphony of pleasure, loud enough to give the neighbors an unsolicited introduction to Yeosang’s name. They might not have seen him, but they sure knew who he was now.

The sound of skin meeting skin, punctuated by the occasional slap of his hand against your ass made you grin.

“Fuck! Yeosang!” You exclaimed.

“I know baby, I know,” he replied, his voice a low, reassuring rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

His focus unwavering. It was as if he had a singular mission: to bring you to the peak of pleasure and join you there.

He eventually sent you over the edge. You bit down on your lip as he showered you with open-mouthed kisses on one side of your face.

“Shit… Yeosang, that was— you felt so fucking good.” You barely caught your breath.

You held his face over your shoulder and he smiled back, feeling your thumb stroke the side of his face before coming in for a rewarding kiss.

Yeosang had it all—looks, charm, the perfect height for you, and you always had a soft spot for the shy types. Sure, his borderline obsession with video games wasn’t exactly your favorite thing, but hey, at least it wasn’t destructive.

Still, no matter how great he was, Yeosang realised the truth you’d never admit: a relationship wasn’t exactly your thing.

Still, his visit to your neighbourhood didn’t end on that note.

After a few rounds of small talk and a necessary bathroom breaks, you were back to your usual routine — with a few new surprises.

It included him kneeling before your parted legs as you sat on the edge of the bed, watching him savour, and lick up your core. It wasn't long before your leg found its way over his shoulder, trembling and quivering as you held onto the back of his head.

Then came the moment when he held your wrists behind your back, taking you from behind. Fucking. Hell. The spanking returned, accompanied by a string of praises in that low voice of his and it turned you on more than anything else he’d ever tried.

You were so caught up in the bliss and pleasure of the moment, reveling in how he truly outdid himself tonight, that you missed two things:

Yeosang had whispered "I love you" at the peak of his final climax.

And this was going to be the last time.

Yeosang was so haunted by the painful realization that if he ever walked away, you wouldn't miss him.

After all, there were plenty of others ready to take his place by your side, as if he were just another face in the crowd.

He knew you were never going to change your mind, even when he was the one on the line.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, you were fast asleep. Yeosang watched the steady rise and fall of your bare back, the room quiet except for your soft breathing. The faint jingle of his belt buckle broke the stillness as he slipped into his jeans.

He caught sight of himself in your full-length mirror in the corner, you sound asleep behind him, and all he felt was emptiness. The faint marks on his neck and chest—your handiwork—didn’t even draw the usual smirk.

He slipped his shirt back on and crept out of your place, the same way he’d done countless times before.

Standing on the corner of your street, he pulled out his phone and fired off an email accepting the position. One press of “send”, he raised his arm, hailing a taxi without a second glance back.

A yellow coloured taxi pulled up just as he tucked the phone back into his pocket. He climbed in, saying the name of his street and sinking into his seat, completely worn out.

The driver nodded without saying much from the rearview mirror where a string of beads with a tassel hung. The car pulled away from that street.

He stole another glance at Yeosang, whose watery eyes and faraway stare made it seem like the weight of the world was crushing his shoulders.

“You okay, kid?”

“Yeah,” Yeosang muttered, leaning against the glass. “Just got a lot on my mind.”

His phone buzzed in his jeans pocket, and his gaze dropped to the screen—Wooyoung’s name lighting up, accompanied by that dumb photo he’d set as his own contact picture.

He’d hoped that by the sixth missed call—during the time Yeosang had your arms pinned behind your back—Wooyoung would finally give it a rest.

But if there was one thing everyone knew about Wooyoung, it was that his commitment to annoying his friends was unmatched.

“Fucking finally, where are you?” Wooyoung’s voice came through, loud and chaotic, with the telltale background noise of a busy restaurant.

“Home,” Yeosang lied, voice barely above a mumble and cleared his throat. “Why?”

“Perfect, so you’re close. Everyone’s already here—your roommate, Hwa, the usual. San and Mingi bailed though. Typical. Anyway, you promised you’d show up tonight, so—“

“Yeah, yeah,” Yeosang cut him off, not in the mood for one of Wooyoung’s endless rambles.

Wooyoung, sharp as ever, caught the attitude immediately. “Don’t be a dick. We’ll just see you at the club if you’re gonna take forever.”

“Yeah, sure. Bye.” Yeosang ended the call before Wooyoung could get another word in. He didn’t even flinch when he heard Wooyoung start to curse—cutting him off mid-sentence was the point.

The driver glanced at him as they pulled to a stop at a red light, an eyebrow quirking in silent judgment. “A lot going on, huh?”

Yeosang’s eyes stayed fixed on the city lights, streaking and blurring as they sped past. “You have no idea.”

The driver shrugged, settling back into his seat. “Well, it’s a long drive to where you’re headed. I’ve got time.”

[yansolivan]

Faking It, Feeling It — Caleb x Reader/MC

summary : When Caleb agreed to be your fake boyfriend at your ex’s birthday party, it was supposed to be harmless. Some acting, stolen kisses when people were watching to sell the illusion. But those stolen glances, touches and kisses felt somewhat more real than they should have been. You didn’t care, though. Maybe this whole fake dating thing was going to be successful.

setting : alternate universe - university/college

contents : no use of y/n, fake dating, jealous MC, no gender MC, oblivious feelings, lots of kissing, kissing practice, kinda wholesome, use of pipsqueak, complete fluff if not for some tension here and there.

1,3k words - one shot

Caleb always knew about your strange situations with boys; since high school, you never found someone who was willing to accept your peculiar friendship with Caleb. Of course, you knew how it looked from outside — many people often told you both that you would make the perfect couple, and sometimes you thought that too.

So, after your last relationship ended brutally because he was an immature boy who couldn’t stand being two meters away from you, you didn’t expect him to invite you to his birthday party.

You sighed deeply as you read the message again and again. It had been almost six months since you broke up and you really were over him already — not that it was so hard with Caleb next to you — but you didn’t expect something like that. And you knew that, if you went alone, he would only try to get back together with you. So you did what had already happened once: asked Caleb to be your fake boyfriend for the night.

The last time it happened was during Caleb’s graduation, where he asked you to be his fake partner to avoid getting jumped on by some random girls who had a crush on him. You immediately accepted, not really happy about some annoying girls trying to pull Caleb away from you.

“So you need my help, pips?” he asked with a smirk, loving to hear you say that you needed him. It made him proud.

“Yeah, I don’t want to reject him again during his birthday, so I might as well act like I have a boyfriend to make him stay distant.” you sighed again, looking up at your best friend with a pout and big puppy eyes. “I’ve already helped you once, so you should return the favour!”

Honestly, you didn’t need to convince him. He was more than glad to be your fake boyfriend for a whole night, and you knew it: it was clear in how his eyes sparkled with mischief.

What you didn’t expect, though, was him asking to practice kissing.

“What?” you asked, confusion clear on your face. He chuckled, a bit of blush appearing on his ears. “I said, we should practice kissing. It’ll be suspicious if we never kiss during the whole night.” his eyes left yours for some seconds — seconds during which you were completely silent. Then, an embarrassed chuckle.

“Fine” you said and you could swear his eyes lit up once again.

That’s how you found yourself straddling his lap, arms around his neck as you both looked at each other in the eyes. The lap part wasn’t really part of the plan, but you insisted that it created more intimacy and made it easier for you both. His hands were only grazing your hips, in case you somehow fell, but never actually touched you. The air around you was dense with tension as your lips brushed his, your breath tickling him.

Despite being his idea, it was you who initiated the kiss, your lips clumsily moving against his in a silly kiss. After the first hesitation, Caleb returned your kiss with a chuckle at your inexperience despite having been in more relationships than him.

You broke the kiss only to glance down at him, a blush spread all over your pretty face. He chuckled again, the vibration in his chest spreading a warm sensation in your chest as you relaxed more in his arms. This was just practice, yes. To avoid your ex annoying you tonight. Totally understandable. And normal… Yeah.

Caleb tilted his head to the side, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of uncertainty, but as he saw none, he closed the gap between you both, kissing you more intensely than you did before, guiding your lips against his with care. His hands finally — finally — really grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him until you were chest to chest. You gasped in the kiss before laughing softly, your hands finding his hair and playing with a strand. It all felt strangely familiar and new at the same time, making your head spin.

It wasn’t the first time you kissed. When you were little kids, you asked him how to kiss someone and he said that only he could be your first kiss. That’s how he later found your little self clumsily kissing him before crossing your arms on your chest and pouting at him.

The second time happened during high school, when you were both frustrated and confused about your feelings. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him angrily after a girl flirted with him right in front of you.

This was now your third time and it still felt like the first, butterflies in your stomach as you broke the kiss to breathe again. Caleb’s eyes were still closed as he rested his forehead against yours, a smile on his lips. “You still kiss like the first time, pips.” he mocked you and it made you roll your eyes, but honestly you loved how he always remembered everything about you. “And you’re still annoying as before.” you remarked, earning a low chuckle that made you blush.

The sound of your phone ringing brought you back to reality, eyes widening as the alarm you set to remind you of the even went on. Caleb released your hips and helped you get down his lap, even if you could feel him being more tense than usual. You thought it was only your imagination, though, so you brushed it off as you walked upstairs to get ready for the party.

The music was soft, people were laughing and chatting together, low lights casting a soft glow around everyone. It wasn’t a messy party — actually, it was really comfortable and relaxing. If only you could relax. You and Caleb had been glued to each other’s side all night, smiling, touching and whispering words that are meant to be jokingly flirty, but only felt intimate.

A friend of yours passed by with a smirk, ready to tease you both. “Still in the honeymoon phase I see.” they chuckled, earning a roll of your eyes and a chuckle from Caleb. “What can I say. Can’t keep my hands off my pips.” he said, almost too confidently to be fake. It was supposed to be a joke, but his hand stayed wrapped around your waist tightly even after your friend left you alone again.

After a while, the music shifted to something slower, more relaxed, as couples filled the dance floor. You looked up at Caleb with a mischievous smirk before grabbing his hand and pulling him on the dance floor as well. “We don’t need to–” he tried to protest, but you interrupted him. “People are watching. Let’s give them a show.”

So you start to dance together, his hands still on your waist as yours reached his neck. You were so close you could feel every breath Caleb took, barely speaking to each other as your eyes locked with his. Suddenly, he broke the silence with a whisper. “You’re good at this.” You tilted your head, smiling. “Dancing? Or faking it?”

Caleb showed a bit of hesitation before chuckling, voice low and measured. “Both.”

He noticed how people were looking at you dancing and decided to put on a show, slowly getting closer to give you time to back off in case you felt uncomfortable — before kissing you in the middle of the dance floor. You immediately returned the kiss as if it was second nature for you, and that made Caleb crave even more. This whole fake dating thing was starting to make you greedy and he noticed as well.

When you broke the kiss, you both smiled at each other, people around you now forgotten. “You’re getting better at kissing, but we might need some more practice when we get back home.” he mocked you in a whisper and — if usually you would have hit him on the arm — this time you chuckled and nodded. “Fine by me.”

Looks like this whole fake dating thing was going to be prolonged for a while. And you didn’t mind one bit.

[emmylksblog]

MY FOREVER // PABLO GAVI

summary: gavi has been planning to propose for a while, and a trip to his hometown would be the ideal setting to do so.

based on this request

genre: fluff, proposal

warnings: none

a/n: this one was hard to finish not gonna lie, i’m gonna blame it on my finals, they left me with no energy to do anything honestly 😭

You and Gavi were spending the summer holidays in his hometown, staying with his family in a cozy house near the coast of Seville. Winter break had been with your family, and now it was his turn to be surrounded by his loved ones, and you honestly didn’t mind one bit. You got along so well with everyone that it felt like you belonged there already. His sister Aurora was a ray of sunshine, and the two of you got along like you’d known each other forever. And his parents? They were some of the warmest, most genuine people you’d ever met. It made total sense that Gavi had grown into someone just as kind and wonderful as them.

You were getting ready for a beach day with the whole Gavira family. Gavi was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone, brows furrowed like he had been for the past half hour. You didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t uncommon, he wasn’t called “Angry Bird” for nothing.

You were standing in front of the mirror, holding up two swimsuits. “Babe, which one looks better? The red or the black?” you asked.

Without even lifting his head, he waved a vague hand in your direction. “You’d look beautiful in either.”

You sighed, unimpressed. “Red it is, then. Thanks for the immense help,” you replied with playful sarcasm.

“Anytime, love,” he mumbled, still glued to whatever was on his screen.

You rolled your eyes, assuming he was reading some Barça article or stalking tactics breakdowns again. But something had been off with him all week. Ever since you arrived in Seville, he’d been acting… anxious. Restless. You’d learned, after four years together, to give him space when he needed it, he always came to you when he was ready to talk.

What you didn’t know was that his odd behavior had nothing to do with football. Gavi had spent the last month planning something life-changing. He was going to propose. He’d consulted half of his inner circle, his parents, his sister, even Pedri, who already had some experience when doing the same with his now wife. Keeping it from you had been hell for him; you were quick to notice even the smallest shifts in his energy. But maybe the calmness of the beach and the break had worked in his favor.

After applying sunscreen and slipping on a summery dress over your swimsuit, you walked out of the bathroom.

“You ready bonito?” you asked, approaching him and running your fingers through his hair to calm him, whatever was bothering him. (handsome)

He smiled at the gesture, his expression softening. “Have I told you how insanely beautiful you are? That dress should be illegal. Are you sure you still want to go to the beach?”

He pulled you gently by the waist, his puppy eyes working overtime.

You grinned. “Tempting, but no. I want to tan and hang out with Aurora. Plus, this is one of the few times of the year you get to be home, relaxing with your family.”

You kissed the pout off his face, and it instantly turned into a grin. He melted into your touch.

The day passed blissfully. You all tanned, swam, even played a chaotic game of beach volleyball. Now it was dinnertime. You sat at a beachside restaurant with Gavi’s family, laughter still lingering from the car ride.

His parents looked peacefully tired, speaking to each other in low tones. You and Aurora were very much still alive, gossiping about influencers and debating whether bangs were ever a good idea. You suddenly realized Gavi had been gone a while.

“Rora,” you asked, lowering your voice, “do you know what’s up with your brother? He’s been in the bathroom for, like, thirty minutes.”

Aurora looked like you’d just caught her off guard mid-lie. Her wide-eyed expression didn’t calm you, in fact, it only made you more anxious.

Five minutes later, just as the food arrived, Gavi finally reappeared. As he approached, you caught a strange, knowing look exchanged between him and Aurora. What was going on with the Gavira siblings tonight?

He slid into the seat beside you, wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You blinked, caught off guard. You turned to look at him, brows raised in concern, silently asking if he was alright.

He nodded and sipped his water. Suspicious.

The dinner flowed on, mostly carried by you, Aurora, and Gavi’s mom chatting about hair color ideas and summer plans. Gavi and his dad contributed here and there, but his hand never left your thigh, brushing lightly over your skin, calming his nerves.

Out of nowhere, Aurora leaned over. “Hey, show me pictures of the dog you guys adopted. I want to see how big he’s gotten.”

“Of course! I’ve got a whole album,” you said, already reaching for your phone.

As you turned to hand it to her, you felt cold water spill across your lap. Aurora had knocked over your glass in the process of reaching for the phone.

You yelped at the cold water.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, ” Aurora was flailing for napkins, full of apologies.

You laughed lightly. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing.”

But Gavi wasn’t as composed.

“Seriously, can’t you sit still for once?” he snapped at her. “You always ruin the moment.”

Your jaw dropped. Aurora looked like she’d seen a ghost. So did you. “Gavi, it��s fine,” you said gently, grabbing his arm. “It was just an accident.”

His parents immediately scolded him, and then something even more shocking happened, he stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back, and stormed off through the back exit.

His parents started to scold him, but before they could finish, he stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over his chair in the process. Then he stormed off toward the back exit of the restaurant.

You turned back toward the table, stunned. Aurora and his parents all wore the same expression, disappointment and confusion.

“I’ll go check on him,” you said quietly, already getting up.

You followed the trail he left, pushing open the back door. Darkness. The soft breeze kissed your cheeks, and the sound of waves filled your ears.

“Gavi? Babe, where are you?”

Suddenly, two hands gently covered your eyes from behind.

“It’s me,” he whispered behind your ear. “I need you to trust me, okay?”

“Seriously?” you huffed. “You just yelled at your sister and now you want to play games?”

“I promise I’ll explain everything. Just… let me show you something first,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and guiding you forward.

You walked in silence for a minute or two, your heart thumping in your chest. “You’ve been acting weird all week,” you mumbled. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t answer.

He stopped.

You felt him take a deep breath behind you, like he was bracing for something. Then his hands left your face.

You opened your eyes.

A string of lights glowed softly, illuminating white flowers and a wooden sign nestled in the sand that read:

Will you marry me?

You gasped. Your hands flew to your mouth as the tears came instantly. You had never seen something so beautiful. You almost forgot to turn around.

But when you did, there he was.

Gavi was kneeling, one knee in the sand, holding an open velvet box with a ring inside. His hands were shaking. Your heart felt like it would burst.

“My love,” he began, voice shaking, “I don’t know where to start. I try every day to show you how much I love you, but now that I have to put it into words... joder, it’s harder than I thought.” (damn)

He adjusted his position in the sand, visibly nervous.

“You’re the light of my life. When I got injured… that was the darkest time I’ve ever known. And you, you were the reason I got through it. You reminded me who I was when I’d forgotten. You make me want to wake up every day, just to see you next to me. I don’t want us to just be together anymore, I want to be your husband. I want us to share the same last name. I want to call you my wife.”

You let out a choked laugh through the tears. He always knew how to make you smile.

“I could go on and on about our future, but… I should probably save something for my wedding speech,” he added with a grin.

“Mi ángel,” he said, eyes glossy with emotion, “will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You didn’t wait. You dropped to your knees too, nodding furiously.

“Yes. Yes, of course, mi amor,” you whispered, cupping his tear-streaked face and kissing him deeply.

“I love you,” you said in unison, foreheads pressed together.

He slipped the ring onto your finger, a beautiful silver band that sparkled like the sea.

“Gavi, it’s perfect,” you breathed, tears still falling. Thank God for waterproof makeup.

The lights flickered softly behind you as the wind brushed your hair, the waves crashing gently just a few feet away. Everything felt surreal, like you were living in a dream you didn’t even know you had.

Suddenly, you heard clapping. You pulled away from Gavi just enough to look behind you and found everyone there. Aurora, his parents, even Pedri, hand-in-hand with his wife, both clapping, watching the whole thing unfold. Aurora was already crying too, and his mother had her hands clasped together like she was praying. His father was filming with his phone, clearly trying to hold it together.

 You gasped and turned to Gavi, who just shrugged with a sheepish grin.

“You guys, ” you gasped, still overwhelmed.

Aurora ran over and pulled you into a hug. “I thought I was gonna mess it up with the water trick,” she laughed tearfully. “I swear, Gavi almost killed me back there.”

“I was this close,” Gavi joked from behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your cheek. “But it worked, didn’t it?”

Pedri stepped forward next, pulling Gavi into a tight bro hug. “Took you long enough, hermano,” he said, grinning. “You owe me for all the stress you gave me.”

His wife hugged you warmly. “You better make me maid of honor,” she said jokingly.

You all laughed, the kind of joy that makes your cheeks hurt.

Later that night, with everyone starting to walk back to the house, Gavi pulled you aside for one last moment alone. He looked down at your ring and then back at you.

“Still can’t believe you said yes.”

You leaned into him, teasing. “You really doubted yourself? After that whole performance?”

He grinned. “Honestly? I thought you were going to kill me after that fake fight with Aurora.”

You both burst out laughing. He spun you around suddenly, holding you tight as your feet left the sand.

“You’re stuck with me forever now, princesa.”

“Good,” you whispered against his chest. “That’s exactly where I want to be.”

—

this is trash sorry

[ipseitydelrey]

headcanons: dating spencer reid ♡

(i’m so totally normal about this man)

ship spencer reid x gn!reader

warnings mentions of schizophrenia & alzheimer’s

a/n thought this would be a good first post! interaction would be appreciated, but your readership would be enough! enjoy~

★ he regularly gives you books he has read, completed with small annotations.

★ to go with the previous headcanon, you would give him more modern books you enjoy as opposed to the classical/foreign ones he gifts.

★ expect for your first couple of dates to be more awkward (he has definitely asked derek for advice on more than one occasion).

★ he makes it a point to learn all that he can about whatever you like at the moment, even if he himself isn't into it/doesn't understand the appeal. it's mostly just so he can connect with you more and to share fun facts about your interests.

★ he's awful at cooking, but once or twice, he has definitely attempted to cook a homemade meal for you two as a romantic gesture. you both decided that what he made wasn't edible, but you appreciated the attempt and ordered takeout instead.

★ weekly bookstore visits! half of the time you would go to barnes & noble for your literary needs, but you two also enjoy supporting local bookstores (+ they tend to have rare books too).

★ when you two are cuddling, he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair and give him a head massage; it really helps with his migraines.

★ convention is in town? best believe that you two are wearing matching cosplays, especially if the characters you're dressing up as is canonically a couple.

★ spencer doesn't just ask derek; he also asks penelope and jj for advice too.

★ on the first couple of dates he generally avoided touching, but now? he can't get enough of you, how warm you are and how soft your hands are.

★ much like how he tends to go on a tangent, he loves it and listens intently whenever you infodump about a topic you're interested in.

★ antique stores! you both find the atmosphere lovely and you would get gifts for each other there.

★ his love language is praise, both giving and receiving. he wants to make sure you feel loved and wanted. even when it's something small, like getting him coffee for example, he'll go on and on about how wonderful you are, how good you are to him and how much he loves and adores you.

★ on the receiving end, he'll absolutely melt if you give him reassurance that you reciprocate his love. and if you hold him — cup his cheeks or wrap your arms around his waist — while whispering praises? as emily said, IQ of 187 slashed down to 60.

★ the first time he said "i love you" was sort of an accident. he had just come back from a case and he was so tired that he collapsed into your arms and you had to drag him to bed. you were making sure he was comfortable and in his delirious state he mumbled "love you" in the sleepiest voice imaginable.

★ movie nights! whenever it's his turn, he either picks some pretentious, foreign language, criterion collection, 3+ hour film...or he just puts on reruns of star trek or doctor who.

★ when you moved in with him, you both had to buy another bookshelf. both because of the books strewn around spencer's apartment that were unable to be shelved due to overcrowding, and to fit your books there too.

★ he's super worried about doing something wrong. this is probably his first actual serious relationship, so he's being extra cautious to not accidentally insult or hurt you. over time, he learns to relax around you but the worry is still there, just in small doses.

★ he doesn't really like PDA, but he makes up for the lack of it with tons of hugs, kisses, and close contact in private (specifically at home, but anywhere private will do).

★ whenever you two go out and you want to wear formal attire, he'll help you with putting it on! he'll zip up your dress, help tie your tie, fasten your necklace, maybe help with cuff links. he absolutely loves being able to assist you with anything, no matter how small.

★ he was definitely worried when he brought you to go meet his mom for the first time, so he made sure to pick a day where she would be in one of her good moods and also told you everything he knows about schizophrenia and alzheimer's. he was thankfully relieved when his mom liked you and vice versa.

★ a bit corny, but he loves reciting love poems to you. this can also extend to passages from books that discuss romantic love; he has an eidetic memory after all and he's going to put it to good use!

[devilsdeal666]

Ride Home pt.2

Spencer Agnew X Fem Reader

Warnings: non that i know of

Note: No smut, yes i said there would be but I forgot, the next part definitely will, I’ve set it up. This is the second part of Ride home, it’s not been proofread so sorry for any mistakes. Please let me know if there is anything wrong in comments. Let me know if yous want part 3? I have a plan for it so might post when done anyway. Sorry for the rant thanks for reading, hope you enjoy.

WC: no idea.

Back at the office i was on my way to my desk running into Spenser on the way, he still makes me swoon. He is wearing the usually blue jeans with a Smosh hoodie on, his hair is messy but also perfect, he has such beautiful curly brown hair. “Hey Spence.” Saying when you see him. He doesn’t know you have a huge thing for him. “Hi, excited to edit all day?” He says while striding along the hall way towards the editor bay. He’s a lot quicker of a walker than me, but its okay i keep up and we are so close enough that i when we walk in sync i can feel his hand brush mine; butterflies erupt in my stomach. He doesn’t notice but he never does, if he does he doesn’t say anything. But lately he’s been getting closer and touching me more not in a weird way, just getting closer. If I didn’t know him as well as i do, i would think he likes me.

A few days ago i walked into the office seeing him after the few days we had off after the busy week; it was so good to see him again, i missed his smile. He smiled pulling me in for a tight hug, I know he likes physical touch but it makes me so anxious, like what is I’m sweaty or smell or something. The next day as we were sat on the couch at the games couch me and him were on a team today so we were sat together, he was so close i could feel him body heat radiating off him. Spencer is good at games, i like to be on his team because we usually win, he’s pretty good at most games. After the first round of the game we won of corse and in celebration he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into his side, it was something so small but it was also so nice and made me so smiley; I have to act casual though. Looking forward at the screen, he leans in to my ear as he whispers “Are you glad we are wining?” Never have i ever felt so hot and bothered with him whispering in my ear like that. He doesn’t even know how hot his voice is or he wouldn’t do it on a set, we’re everyone can see how much i blushed.

Everything was normal after that day and that was 2 days ago now, he is still his usual self. We sat down at the board table to discuss the next few sketch ideas, Spencer and i sit next to each other as we normally do, we are joking and talking when more people start to walk in and start to take a seat at the table. I hear Shayne say as he walks in with Courtney, “oooohh Spencer just ask her on a date already.” Everyone stops their conversation to look over at us. Laughing Spencer says as if he’s unbothered by the statement. “Oh yeah we are totally into each other.” He pulls you over and you go red like beet. He doesn’t notice but everyone else will Shayne smirks, thinking he has accomplished something. The meeting is uneventful, till the end, as we all start to leave and get up from the table i stand and feel Spencer’s hand on my back as we walk out. Why is he being so touchy the last few days, he’s being so much more than in the past.

A few hours later i am sat at lunch and we are all sat together at the bench, everyone is having their own conversation including me and Spencer, “So what you doing after work?” He says. I think cause i don’t actually know what I am doing after work i was going to get a shower, food and watch some movies. “Probably just relax maybe watch some tv and order food.” “Mind if i join?” You think you didn’t hear him right when we asked to come over, its not unusual for yous to go to each others apartments but you didn’t expect it today. “Yeah sure, meet me at my car after work.” I say as I realise i took way too long to answer him.

He’s at my car when i go outside, stood next to it on his phone. You expected him to be here you’ve been watching when he left to see when you should go out not wanting to act too excited. I walk over slowly he looks up hearing my footsteps, that smile, that beautiful smile. On our drive back to my apartment we talk and have the music on, it’s still funny to think the first time we were in here we were talking about sex songs, well he was talking about it. I am excited for tonight, I know i know it’s not a date but I’m still happy he’s here.

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 13: Sky Walking

Chapter Word Count: 5,435

TW

1) Mouse has Trauma 2) Use of drugs. Smoke weed everyday. Leafblower Special. 3) Mouse disassociates for a while 4) Mentions of ODing / Childhood Trauma / Cops suck in this story. (read at your own discretion) 5) Mouse and Someone else in SVT trauma bond. 6) At the beginning, Mouse goes through the numb depression motions.

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You didn’t get a single moment of rest. Each time you closed your eyes, the feeling of dried blood that you knew wasn’t there clung to your hands and the image of Mingyu’s body on the table as you gave him CPR flashed. The continuous beating line on the heart monitor gave you reassurance as the time passed. 

Just as Jeonghan said, Jihoon and him switched off duties of coming to check on Mingyu and change out bags of saline when the previous one was finished. At some point you gave up counting how often they came, staying curled up in your seat, glad to have the blanket wrapped around you in the cold room. Both had asked if you needed anything and each time you shook your head, falling deeper and deeper into your thoughts. 

He was going to be okay, you had a good feeling in your chest about it. He’d wake up and try to play everything off and act like he was fine when he was in a lot of pain. He’d complain that everyone’s cooking was subpar compared to his but would eat every last piece of it to make them happy. Maybe he’d let you cook for him and show off what you thought were pretty good cooking skills to give him well rounded meals during his recovery. Mingyu would need all the rest he could get before even stepping foot out of the house, knowing they’d take him back to the house to recover comfortably in his own bed. 

When the door opened next, you turned, thinking you’d see Jeonghan since Jihoon had checked in last, but Seungcheol stood at the doorway with a paper bag in one hand and a tray with two coffee cups in the other. He had changed from the suit he had on last night into dark jeans and an oversized gray sweater. Sitting up, you gave him a curious look but didn’t voice any question. He lumbered his way to the seats still across the bed from you and slid into one, placing the items he brought on one of the other chairs. 

“It’s six in the morning.” His deep voice was full of fatigue, the bags under his eyes dark. He didn’t look like he slept. “Seokmin grabbed your coffee order and a bagel.” Seungcheol lifted the paper bag and pulled one bagel out before handing the bag to you. Once the bag was in your hand, he took the coffee cup and passed it over. Hesitantly, you released Mingyu’s hand, you didn’t let go of it once throughout the night since you sat down. 

The hot cup felt amazing against your cold fingers. Taking a quick sip, it burned your mouth but it was too good to stop. The warmth spread through your limbs and your shoulders relaxed. 

“Seokmin put in that you both were sick and needed a few days off. Wonwoo manufactured some doctor’s notes.” 

“Thank you.” 

He grunted in response, drinking his own cup, letting his eyes land on Mingyu. “Anything?” 

With a quick shake of your head, you pulled your knees to your chest, using one hand to move the blanket around you. “Nothing. He’s breathing fine, he took two units of blood in total, heart rate hasn’t faltered all night.” 

“Did you get any sleep?” 

Pausing, you were going to answer but closed your mouth, chewing on your bottom lip. “I could ask the same of you.” 

“Touche…”

“Did anyone else?” You asked, sipping from your cup once more. 

Seungcheol sighed out a heavy breath. “Most of them passed out from exhaustion. Seokmin fell asleep in a chair, Soonyoung was curled up on the floor with all the couch pillows with Chan knocked out last I checked. Vernon took Seungkwan back to the penthouse once they left so hopefully they got some sleep. Joshua, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, and Jihoon are all passed out on the couches we have up in the office. I think Minghao and Junhui went back to the penthouse too, but I doubt they got any sleep.” 

“Does this…” You didn’t know how to word it. “Does stuff like this happen often?” 

“What, getting shot? We try not to make it a constant thing.” A smidge of humor was in his tired words. “Last one was Jihoon about a year ago. He was helping break up a fight in Ruby and the asshole had a gun and it misfired in the struggle.”  

Forcing out a breath, you nodded, shaking the mental image away. You thought of Jihoon in a similar situation as Mingyu last night and your already lost appetite was gone tenfold. Trying your best to mask the discomfort, you drank the coffee and focused back on Mingyu’s breathing. It seemed Seungcheol was doing the same, nibbling on a piece of the bagel he got and sipping his coffee. It wasn’t often you two ended up in the same place alone, usually someone was accompanying you at the house. 

“Oh-” You just remember that he literally had you brought over last night to speak with him. Seungcheol perked up. “Why was I needed last night?” 

Blinking a few times, his face contorted, mouth slightly agape, eyebrows furrowed together, and a confused look on his face. “Uh- Oh! Right, I was going to inform you about the Gala. It’s in a month. Jeonghan said he had some things planned and would handle everything before you were brought to the house to get dressed before we all leave.” 

“I feel like I should be scared of whatever he has planned.” You snort out a quiet laugh. 

“Personally, I would be scared.” 

You both shared a short laugh that mellowed into silence again. Though you never touched the bagel, you continued with the coffee, hoping it would keep you awake as long as possible. 

Many of the guys visited throughout the day. Seungcheol had left, saying he had a few things to get done upstairs and to call if you needed anything. Jeonghan only came in once to change a saline bag and push a few vitamins to aid in the healing process. He said he’d be back later and ruffled your hair like he did the previous night. 

First it was Chan and Wonwoo who mostly sat with you and brought up stories that Mingyu was in. Chan spoke about him like he was part superhero and Wonwoo played along, making the story out bigger than it probably was. They stayed for a good hour and you enjoyed the company to fill the void that was building inside of you. Chan had given Mingyu’s hand a big squeeze and smiled, but his voice wavered when he asked for him to wake up soon, that it was getting too quiet without his loud, boisterous personality awake. Wonwoo had kept any comments to himself, but you saw him bow his head in prayer before leaving with Chan. 

Seungkwan and Vernon only stopped in for a bit, clearly exhausted but dressed for whatever they needed to get done for the day. These two were relatively quiet in their visit, asking if you got any sleep which you brushed off and they didn’t give that straight of an answer when you asked in return. Vernon made a comment that they’d visit once they were done later in the day. Both had asked you to give them a call if anything was to change regarding Mingyu’s condition, which you easily agreed to. 

The largest horde was Soonyoung barging in in the afternoon, followed by Seokmin, Minghao, Junhui, and Jihoon, but the last man was really coming in for his given task. Junhui had made food for everyone earlier and brought extra for you, saying he heard from Chan that you were staying until Mingyu was awake. Though you took the container of food, you only placed it aside, letting it join the bagel bag from earlier, saying that you’d eat it later when you got hungry. It was the best white lie you could tell at this time, not wanting to worry them too much. Many of them were dressed in what you assumed was their ‘ dark side’ attire, thick boots, dark clothes, all the works.

Seokmin was eyeing you a good majority of the time he was there but he didn’t say anything if you looked bad. You more than likely did look disheveled, your lip was bitten to the point it bled earlier but it dried over and hurt. He only said he’d come back later to keep you company, giving you a side hug before they slipped out one by one. 

Then it was quiet again. You were left alone again to your own devices and thoughts. Truthfully you couldn’t think straight, images and memories bounced around your mind, they were close to sending you into a downward spiral but you willed away the mental torment to the best of your abilities. You didn’t feel hungry, at this point you didn’t even feel tired. Your limbs were numb and no matter if you tucked further in the blanket, you were still cold. 

You didn’t even realize Jeonghan was in the room until he placed his hand on your shoulder and you snapped back to reality, flinching at his touch. 

“Ay- Wow, it’s just me, Mouse.” He pulled his hand back and slid a chair up beside you. “Did you not hear me come in? I said hi.” 

“Sorry- Sorry…” Sighing, you placed a hand over your chest, feeling the fast pace of your heart. “I was zoning out- I- Sorry.” 

Jeonghan leaned in, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear to get a better look at your face. His fingers were warm against your cool skin and you couldn’t help but lean into the feeling. Gently he held your face, watching as your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed out a soft breath.

“You should get some sleep, Mouse. He isn’t going to be gone when you wake up.” 

Those words had your eyes snapping open and you straightened up, shaking your head. “I can’t- No. I can’t fall asleep.” You pushed the words to come out, digging your nails into your palms. You couldn’t fall asleep. You wouldn’t let yourself rest until he was awake and coherent enough to understand what was going on. 

Jeonghan sagged in his seat, stretching his arm over your shoulders to bring you close to his side. “Will you at least eat then? Just a little? I think ‘Gyu would be a little mad knowing that you didn’t eat because you wanted to wait up for him.” 

You whined and rested your head on his shoulder, a pout on your lips. “How dare you use manipulation and guilt tripping on me.” 

“Ah~ But are you going to eat? Junhui makes really good spicy noodles. Even lowered the heat intensity since he doesn’t know your tolerance.” 

“...Fine.” 

Reaching for the container, you pulled it into your lap, glad he provided some utensils, and under Jeonghan’s watch, you ate. It was good, really good and the spice was able to warm your frigid body enough. You let Jeonghan hold onto you, sapping the warmth he provided and listened to his quiet humming. Though at some points it was hard to eat, you swallowed enough down to satisfy the man beside you before closing it and placing the rest aside for later. 

It was nice having Jeonghan beside you. He provided a peaceful lull in the ache in your chest and settled the unruly thoughts that plagued your mind. He didn’t seem like one to judge you, maybe only when teasing you did he feel the need. Though annoying at times, his presence was enjoyable and always entertaining at the end of the day. He was already ready to listen when you complained over text and seemed like a shoulder to cry on when needed. Weird to think, but he was one of the people that felt like home along with Seokmin. 

The two of you sat, side by side, Jeonghan kept you close, letting himself take moments to rest his eyes. For what felt like hours, no one disturbed the stillness here. All that was heard was the sound of Mingyu and Jeonghan’s breathing and the occasional beep from a machine. Jeongahn was definitely asleep on your shoulder - not that you minded, he worked hard last night – and your eyes were getting irritated from no reset. 

Your eyes were focused on a pulled thread from the blanket Mingyu was tucked in with. Pulling it was a dumb idea, but the itch under your skin begged you to just tug it and rip it off. For a second you thought you were going to lose it, it had been too long since you stayed up all night, you weren’t a teenager anymore. 

While staring, you swore you saw Mingyu’s hand twitch. Refocusing your attention on the man, relief flooded through you when you saw his eyebrow twitch. Quickly you started to pat at Jeonghan’s leg, brushing his arm off your shoulder to stand and lean over the bed. Jeonghan was quick to react, bleary eyes blinking away any sleep that he could in case it was an emergency. He groggily voiced some concern but you didn’t hear anything. 

Mingyu’s eyes were starting to peel open, grimacing at the harsh lights of the room bleeding in through his cracked open eyes. You took his hand in both of your own, your heart beating so fast it might have you pass out. 

“Hey…hey, bud…” You said so softly, brushing some hair from his face when he turned his head. Tears were threatening to pour out of your eyes. A sound grumbled out of him and you cooed at him, a wobbly smile spreading across your lips. “It’s okay, ‘Gyu…”

He cursed when he tried to move some more but you quickly soothed him, placing one hand on his clothed chest to settle him. When his eyes fully opened, he took in his surroundings properly, sighing out a complaint of pain through his nose. Jeonghan had gotten up to round the bed and view Mingyu from the other side. 

“What-” His voice was hoarse and he tried to clear his throat but it didn’t help much. “How long have I been out?” 

“Almost twenty-four hours,” Jeonghan’s voice was just as soft when answering, a tight lipped smile was holding back the emotions he wouldn’t let spill over. “You scared us all half to death.” 

“ ‘M sorry.” He murmured out, but you only laughed, pushing his hair back. 

“No need to apologize, as long as you were here, that’s all that matters.” 

You stayed until he was coherent enough to ask for food and complained that beer was the best medicine. Both you and Jeonghan called everyone and they dropped everything they were doing to rush to Mingyu’s bedside. When he was in loving, safe hands, you asked Seungcheol for someone to drive you home, preferably not any of the guys since they wanted to be beside their brother. 

When you entered your apartment, you crashed hard. You couldn’t be bothered to change before crawling into the confines of your blankets and passed out. It was one of the best-worst sleeps of your life, you were happy to be asleep but terrified of the ongoing thoughts that haunt your dreams. You slept for twelve hours, it startled you when you saw the time on your phone. Seokmin and Jeonghan had sent text messages that only increased in volume the longer you didn’t reply. As you stared confused at your phone, a call came in from Jeonghan and you swiped to answer. 

“Hello?” 

“ Jesus, did you just wake up? You left over twelve hours ago, I was worried something happened.” 

Rubbing your eyes with one hand, you curled up on your side, yawning. “Yeah, I passed out once my head hit the pillow. I guess I was more tired than I felt.” 

“ Hmm, well Mingyu wants you back here to keep him company. If nothing changes by tomorrow night, he is begging to go home so we might take him back up to the house.” 

You nodded but remembered he couldn’t see you, and verbalized your ‘ okay’. He went on to say he’d be there in half an hour to pick you up and said goodbye. 

Jeonghan was true to his words in allowing Mingyu to go home. You were thankful he was alright despite the tremendous pain and eager to sleep in his own bed that was big enough for him and his long limbs. That’s how you found yourself seated in the back of Minghao’s SUV with Mingyu’s head on your lap. Seokmin had called shotgun and now it was the four of you hearing the injured man complain each time there was a pothole or bump in the road. Many of the others had work to tend to and would meet up back at the house later. You messaged Wonwoo to let him know you guys were on the way so he was prepared to help lug Mingyu to his room upon arrival. 

Really, getting him into the car was easy somehow, but getting him out of the car? He was whining like a baby and protesting whenever someone moved too fast. It was his stupid idea to lay across the backseats, it would have been easier to drop the backseats and lay him flat in the back with some pillows and padding to make it easier to get him out. When he was finally standing and huffing out tired breaths to compensate for the spent energy, it took Seokmin and Wonwoo to slowly walk him through the house and get him into bed. 

You trailed behind with a bag full of his things slung over your shoulder that another member brought yesterday. Wonwoo pushed Mingyu’s door open and you stopped at the threshold, not wanting to break the barrier of personal quarters. Jeonghan’s room was the only other place outside of the office in the house that was a more private space. The interior was a mix of black and white, medium-light colored wood as accents to the scheme. His bed was huge, probably a King-bed of some type, it wouldn’t surprise you if it was custom made exactly for him. He had a gaming set up in the corner, a few monitors and you would have laughed at the bright blue dog-ear headset. 

“Mouse, you can come in.” Mingyu called from where he sat on his bed, taking a moment before moving any more. 

“Uh- right. Yeah.” Shifting from foot to foot for a moment, you stepped inside and placed his bag at the foot of his bed. “Do you need anything?” 

With a shake of his head, he smiled and his shoulders shook as he laughed silently. “I’ll be okay. And thanks for everything, guys.” He said to Seokmin, Wonwoo, and Minghao but his eyes landed on you once more. “And thank you, Mouse. You helped a lot from what Jihoon and Vernon told me.” 

Mingyu got into bed with more ease than getting him up from the bed back at the warehouse. Wonwoo pulled the covers over him but you fussed a bit, making sure his phone was placed on his nightstand in easy reach and asking one last time if he needed something. He brushed you off and sent you out of the room with the rest, saying to wake him up when food was made. 

You had stepped out onto the back patio after parting from Mingyu and found solace under an umbrella to hide from the sun but enjoy the hot air. Being here at the house was one of the only times you could enjoy the outdoors without the constant noise of the busy city streets bothering you. Oftentimes you wished you could afford a home outside of the concrete jungle you lived in to have solitude and room to breathe truly fresh air. 

“Oh- Mouse, hey.” Vernon’s voice found its way to your ears and you turned to see him exit the back sliding doors. “Mingyu is home then, good.” 

“Mmm, yeah, he is probably knocked out in his room.” The response hummed out of you. “What are your plans?” 

“Ah-” He paused, mouth wide open and averted his gaze, trying to think of a good answer, but it was clear none came. “Honestly…I was going to smoke a bowl and stare at the ceiling for a while.” 

That sounded amazing after the last couple of days…

“Vernon,” You scratched the back of your neck and puffed out a breath. “Can I join you?” 

He didn’t bother hiding the surprise that spread across his features and one eyebrow raised high. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I think I need it.” 

With one more moment of hesitation, he shrugged and walked towards one of the sheds with a little bounce to his step. “If we get in trouble, it’s your idea.” 

Chuckling quietly as you trailed behind, you nodded. “Got it, I’m just ready to get higher than a kite.” 

As Vernon threw the door open to the shed, he spread his arms wide and spun around, walking backwards until his knees hit the back of the blanket covered couch at the far end of the building and sunk into it. “Welcome to DJ Leafblower’s Sanctuary. Very few are allowed in and when they do get invited, they leave relaxed.” 

It was a pretty small space but it was dark and comforting. It smelled strong of weed but that only added to the hippie vibe. He reached over to hit a button and the small area came to life with different types of colored lights and designs moving on the ceiling. Now you could see why he was going to stare at it for a while, it all made sense now.

“You make this sound like something completely different.” You closed the door behind you and crashed on the couch beside him, kicking off your slides and tucking your legs in criss-cross. “Also- DJ Leafblower? Did you name yourself that?” 

“Yes.” He said proudly and you only shook your head, laughing under your breath. 

“Whatever, let's just get this going.” 

If you tried to count on your fingers how many hits you took, you would have ten- wait…no five…everything looked a little funny. 

You don’t know where in between hits you and Vernon ended up on the cushioned, blanket covered floor, laying opposite directions but your heads beside one another. The light designs that shifted around on the ceiling were mesmerizing in your inebriated state, every time you slow-blinked they changed and you were even more fascinated by it. This was the most relaxed you’ve been in a long time and you didn’t want the feeling to end. 

“You know-” The words came out slow from Vernon, “I thought we lost him there for a moment.” 

Processing the sentence had you closing your eyes for a moment, humming back. “I couldn’t let another person die.” 

Vernon turned his head to you and you maneuvered to lay on your side, able to see his face but too unfocused to see his expression. “Another person?” He asked quietly. 

“My parents.” 

Silence filled the shed. The lights continued to move. You swore you could feel the earth move with how high you were. 

“Mouse…” Vernon sounded so…sorrowful if you had to point a word to it. “Is that why you didn’t sleep?” 

“Mhmm.” You don’t know why you were speaking about it, in your relaxed state it was too easy to just let the sob story �� well, you thought of it as a sob story – spill out. “They ODed when I was a kid, like six.” 

“Fuck dude.” He sat up and turned to sit and face you. “That’s horrible.” 

You gave a quiet chuckle and shrugged. “When I saw Mingyu on the table, I had flashbacks to my parents on the floor in the living room, minus the blood and all. I kept picturing their faces on him, how lifeless they looked, how pale they looked. There was fucking needles on the ground beside their bodies. I just-” Sighing, you closed your eyes, “I couldn’t have that same feeling. I needed Mingyu to live.”  

You slowly sat up and everything around you spun for a moment. “What makes it worse? Those bastard cops, the ones that came when I called 911, brushed it under the rug because who wants the fact that a cop ODed with his stay at home wife while their daughter was sleeping written all over your police station and the small town news.” 

Vernon looked like he didn’t know how to respond, but the words continued to spill out. “I told them that I saw the guy's face that sold it to them but they never believed me, saying I was just making it up. Who the fuck makes that shit up? I saw the drug dealer that sold them laced stuff and no one cared. My family, god those assholes too, didn’t want the fucked up kid so I went into foster care, which sucked by the way. I tried to reach out to them but they told me never to contact them again. I bounced around from small town to small town for years after that. I got a scholarship to the university here in the city and I never looked back. I’ve had this fucked up sense that it was all my fault, like they turned to drugs because I wasn’t a perfect kid.” 

There was a smile on your face the whole time like the entire story was some kind of joke. You reached out and lit the put out joint, taking a long drag. “I learned later that they blacked out all and any information that my dad reached out to his commanders for help. The entire police report from the day I found them was blacked out too. Sick fucking bastards.” Every word that left you was said with hate. You took another long drag and handed it over to Vernon who gladly accepted it. He met your eyes, the expression he wore soft and in no way filled with pity. “If I ever see the guy that sold those drugs to them, Vernon…I swear I’ll kill him myself…” 

Vernon’s mind was fuzzy but he nodded, seemingly a mutual understanding of the feeling. “My sister and I…our parents were killed in a hit and run when we were young.” Hearing him start, your attention, while slow to focus, was drawn to him, watching as he stared up at the ceiling. “Because it was local gang shit and the cops were lazy as hell, we didn’t get any justice. We were sent off to our grandmother’s but she was old and couldn’t really take care of us. There wasn’t enough money so I stole to get by. Really I wanted to shield my sister from it.” 

“Is she-?” 

“She is going to college this year. When I joined SVT a few years back, I made them promise to help me pay for her education and I’d do what they needed. Mainly blackmail, weed growing and sales, shit like that. I’m not doing stuff like Chan, Minghao, and them. I’m mainly on Wonwoo’s side with work.” 

You nodded, laying back down beside him, letting your eyes follow the lights on the ceiling. 

“If I knew who those gang members were, I’d kill them in a heartbeat right now and I’m not the most coordinated with a gun.” Vernon let out a small huff of a laugh. “But we always have someone with my sister even if she is just being watched, if anything was to happen to her, I’d have justice as quick as I could. I’d raise hell and heaven to make sure she is resting in peace. I hope you find the guy that did it, it's an eye for an eye at that point.” 

“Thanks for not thinking I’m crazy.” 

“Crazy?” Vernon let out a loud laugh, shoulders shaking to the point where his arm knocked against yours. “We are laying in a shed where I smoke a fuck ton of weed on a property that Seungcheol built and prospered with mainly mafia money. Mouse, we are in a fucking action movie and honestly it gets boring.”

“Has anyone seen Vernon?” Seungkwan called through the living room, frowning. “I can’t find him.” 

The sun had set and almost all of the members were back at the house. He had gone in and checked on Mingyu who was knocked out, tucked snuggly under the comforter. Seungkwan had gone to Vernon’s room to hang out but came up short. He didn’t get any text messages that Vernon was leaving the property. 

“I swear you are usually attached to the hip,” Soonyoung shuffled around the kitchen, laughing at him. “Have you checked the shed?” 

Jeonghan entered the living room, looking at the group of members littering the area. “Have any of you seen, Mouse?” 

“No idea. Usually Seokmin knows where she is but he went back to the city for something. I haven’t really seen her since we got Mingyu into bed.” Minghao was lazied on the couch, a book hovering above his head as he scanned the pages. 

“I’m going to check the shed.” Seungkwan huffed, having a feeling that none of them would be of any help. “I’ll let you know if Mouse is in there.” 

Turning on his toes, he jogged out the back door and towards DJ Leafblower’s shed. He couldn’t see anything inside with the blocked out windows but a quick pull of the door gave him his answer. 

Mouse and Vernon were sitting back against the foot of the couch, heads leaned back as they stared at the ceiling. A blanket was thrown over their legs but the cloud of smoke that left the small building gave him a clear answer to the current state they were in. 

“No, all I’m saying is that if you want a really good bowl of soup, you need to let me cook..” Mouse rambled off and Vernon nodded along, “I make amazing soup, Vernon. I’m telling you.” 

“Nah, nah, I believe you, but soup is so…overrated.” 

Mouse gasped and slapped her hand against his arm. “ Take it back .” 

“You both are idiots.” Seungkwan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Vernon high is bad enough.” 

Both Mouse and Vernon lifted their heads and beamed at him. Truthfully his heart melted a little. They looked like little kids when their favorite person came into the room. 

“Seungkwan!” Vernon waved his hand and motioned for him to join them. “Kwan, Kwan, come tell Mouse the thing you were telling me about. About Jeonghan.” 

Seungkwan slapped a hand to his face and sighed once more. Of course he remembers that now. “No, Nonnie, I’m not going to talk about that while both of you are smoking.” 

“Why not?” Mouse questioned, resting her head on Vernon’s shoulder. “I wanna know the tea on Jeonghan.” 

He stepped inside and shut the door, pulling out his phone to send Jeonghan a text that they were in the shed, and sat down across from the two. “Because the tea shouldn’t be talked about when your head is in the clouds.” 

She whined, pouting. “That’s dumb.” 

“No, you are for smoking whatever concoction of weed Vernon had on hand.”

“The Leaf Blower special.” Vernon laughed.

Seungkwan mockingly muttered the words under his breath but leveled them both with a judgemental gaze. “Are you guys hungry? If you come inside, we can get you some of the chicken tenders Mingyu keeps in the freezer.”

“Tendies sound amazing.” Mouse giggled, “Do you have other trash food?” 

He was going to die by the end of the night because of them. “There are probably some pizza rolls and french fries in there. I think Shua brought home two dozen cinnamon rolls too.” 

“Seungkwan, I’d kiss you right now but I feel like jelly.” Mouse was looking at him like he was a literal god among men. 

“Please do not,” He started, continuing to talk under his breath but didn’t realize how loud he actually was, “Jeonghan wouldn’t be happy about that.” 

She frowned, confusion twisting across her face. “Why would he be mad about that?” 

Vernon grinned. “Because Jeonghan like likes you, Mouse.” 

“Oh for fucks sake-” 

“Wait- What?” 

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Could you maybe do Darry Curtis x fem! Reader sfw alphabet please? I love your writing btw! :)

Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoy!! Out of personal preference, I am keeping my SFW Alphabets pretty gender neutral, but you can totally read them as more fem. Sorry, love.

Also, this man is one of my favorite characters in this damn book. I want nothing but the best for him. For some reason putting hcs into words was killing me this time, I'm so sorry if it's noticeable!!!

SFW Alphabet : Darry Curtis

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Not huge on PDA aside from holding hands and a kiss on the cheek. Pretty private about personal (especially romantic) relationships, people will know you two are together, it will be obvious in how you interact, but there isn't much open affection.

Around close friends, the gang, and his brothers, he's a bit (but not much) more affectionate. He'll call you a few pet-names (hun/honey, sweetheart, beautiful), might wrap an arm around you when you're sitting together, little things.

All alone, he'll pull you onto his lap or wrap his hands around your waist while you're doing the dishes, resting his head on you and giving you a quick kiss.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You know Darry from yalls school days. You two were good, but never quite friends. You interacted with each other, but more in passing or in group settings.

After graduation, you two just didn't really interact at all. You two weren't close or anything, there was never a reason to keep in touch. Later, you cross paths again and catch up a bit.

Being close friends with Darry is just a lot of little things. Having a scheduled day a week where you come over for coffee, going grocery shopping together, hanging out with his brothers a ton, etc. Also, hearing him vent. You're hearing about every single time Ponyboy is an idiot, in great detail. And he also trusts you as someone he can talk out his more serious problems with, because dude is going through TOO MUCH for his age (I'm 22 and my only obligations are myself and 2 cats, I could not IMAGINE being both younger and in charge of anything more serious than the shit I'm dealing with right now, give this man some support and a break, holy hell). He doesn't expect or want you to help with anything at all, he just wants to have an outlet to verbalize whatever is going on. You're there to listen.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Isn't one to cuddle often. That would require him to stay relaxed for an extended period of time and that's rare. Besides being a fairly busy person as *literally the only person in the gang with actual obligations and an ounce of responsibility* and essentially having to be there to put up with all of their bullshit, he is the type of person that needs to do something with his time or he doesn't feel productive. Even when he's going to bed, he is asleep so fast that cuddling isn't really an option, you can cuddle into him but he's already dead asleep so you aren't getting anything back.

If no one is expected to come around (which is rare because the door is always unlocked, his brothers are usually around, you're working with the assumption that someone's going to barge in whenever) he might have you sit on his lap while he reads the paper or something.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Pretty good at cleaning. Things aren't perfect and sometimes life is just hectic so things don't get done, but nothing generally gets absolutely disgusting when he's around. Doesn't mind cleaning, actually quite enjoys it. There may be piles of dirty clothes sometimes or laundry might not get folded or put up right away, and "weekly" chores might be a bit late, but it all gets done.

Good at cooking the basics. Darry is good enough in the kitchen to tweak a recipe on the fly and make it a bit better than it otherwise would be, but he isn't able to make entire meals based on what sounds like it would work out well. Isn't inventing any new dishes or anything.

If he met the right person he'd be willing to reconsider, but Darry mostly sees himself having a pretty traditional life in the future, not really by choice but more because its the 60s and thats whats expected. He's the provider, he works long hours. He would expect you to do the housework and cooking and such. Isn't 100% conservatively split about it, would still absolutely help out some and make dinner on his days off. Again, if you were like "yeah, that's not going to work out, we're going to be tag-teaming on this domestic stuff, I'm going to have my own money" then he'd be totally okay with that. It isn't preferred because there's more of a chance that you'll both be too tired from work and things won't get done, but if it's important to you then it's a compromise he's willing to make.

(I also like making him a househusband. I think if you made BANK and convinced him that you were okay with being the breadwinner, he can be convinced to stay at home and do the domestic work while also doing freelance. He wouldn't have the pressure to make money, so he'd be able to prioritize the home, but he'd also want to not be unemployed so he'd do odd-jobs fixing things for shorter hours than a normal job would have. Less realistic, perhaps, but man's been through it so he deserves to just be taken care of instead of having to take care of others.)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

The most logical/mature about a relationship ending, but it can come off as a bit cold when you're hurt by it. Darry will sit you down and basically discuss whatever problem there is. He'll say "we either fix this or break up" and mean it. He'll definitely put in the work to solve whatever's going on, but if he feels that he's doing most of the work then it's over. Is disappointed by a breakup, is absolutely sad about it in private and a bit more irritable for a while, but life goes on. Sometimes relationships end, and he frankly doesn't have time to mope about it when that isn't fixing anything.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Would incorporate you into his life pretty quickly (having you stay over and doing dinner/chores/life stuff together). Introduces you to his brothers fast. That's pretty decent commitment because, like I touched on above, Darry can deal with a break up well but it's harder to separate when there are three people that are kind of attached to you rather than just one.

The entire gang really gets along with you, so they're all constantly asking when you and Darry are getting married. Hard to tell if that has any influence on when he proposes, but it's probably about a year or two in. Quick, but not irresponsibly so. Yall stay engaged for a long while, he wants you to be able to have a nice wedding (small and simple, but still nice) so he waits until both of his brothers are actually out of the house and he can *attempt* to save up the tiniest bit for it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Pretty gentle, but in a stereotypically man way specifically emotionally, if that makes sense? Like, genuinely an amazing boyfriend, treats you so good. But emotions aren't a strong point for him, he likes things that have reason and sound logic behind them. Likes to rationalize things. He'll give advice that you didn't ask for it and you just wanted him to listen, or will tell you that you're problems really aren't urgent/major. Will be very confused when you get upset by that. If you aren't the emotional type, then it's all good!! If you are, then he'll really try to learn when to just not try to "help" when you need him to be more gentle.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Likes hugs. Darry usually wraps his arms around you from behind when you're doing something. Any time he's in a good or sillier mood, you're getting picked up. Loves doing that thing where he, like, lifts you up and spins you around. If he's in a bad mood, he'll get a tiny bit clingy with you and tends to end up in long, silent embraces with you. They really give him comfort.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

A few months, maybe 4? He doesn't want to take things too fast or really anything, so it takes a bit. The gang (especially his brothers, ESPECIALLY Soda) tease the hell out of you two for being so in love way before then, and he usually tells them to shut the hell up. But one day when you're making dinner he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist like always, and he just says it. Shocked the hell out of both of you, he had a long day and just kind of blurted it out without even really meaning to, but obviously you love him too (how couldn't you?) so it was alright.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Trusts you fully. Does not get jealous hardly ever. If someone was clearly into you and flirting with you, he wouldn't care at all because he's confident you wouldn't be into it. Even if he caught the vibe that you were cheating or you were getting REALLY friendly with someone else, he wouldn't get jealous so much as frustrated that you would cheat instead of just breaking up with him. Very quick to want to talk out any issues, so misunderstandings are usually put to rest there. On the very rare occasion that he does feel jealous, he doesn't even mention it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Usually a kiss on your forehead or the top of your head, quick and sweet are most common but slow, lingering kisses on the mouth aren't rare either.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Good with kids. Definitely the most responsible with kids, more strict than most. While not the "most fun" for kids out of the gang, Darry is way better than a lot of the gang gives him credit for. If he was in a position where he knew he was going to have to watch some younger kids for a day, he'd make plans to keep them entertained. Take them to the park and for some kind of small treat, would be rather active in playing with them if they wanted him to.

He doesn't want kids for a WHILE, after both of his brothers are out of the house he would prefer to have a few years at least. But kids are an eventually thing for Darry. Just one, maybe two.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You two wake up fairly early so that he can get ready for work (he doesn't even work THAT early, he's just one of those people that likes to not feel rushed in the morning), you start some coffee and maybe get started on breakfast. Breakfast is eaten, and Darry goes to read the paper while you get ready.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

On an average night when yall don't have any other plans, usually dinner and hanging out with his brothers a bit. Pony goes to bed kind of early if he doesn't have anything better to do because he's a little bitch he has school the next day, and Soda usually finds something to do with his late evening/night. After they're gone, you climb into Darry's lap as he's sitting on his chair and yall just talk for a while until he's literally drifting off mid conversation so you two go to bed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Doesn't get emotionally vulnerable early on, but also doesn't know the difference between basic information and deeper stuff. You'll say "tell me a bit about yourself" on the first date and he'll instantly start kind of trauma-dumping. You expect some hobbies or something and he'll start getting into how he had to give up on college to take care of his brothers after his parents died and your just sitting there like "damn... I really thought you would just tell me your favorite color or smth..."

Kind of doesn't know what to say, so will just give you various bits of his entire life story whenever something makes him think of some story to tell.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Easily frustrated or annoyed. Harder to properly anger, more likely to happen because it's been building up over several different things and he hits a breaking point.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Would remember most things, but also has the tendency to temporarily forget them. They just slip his mind, the second you mention it he gets hit with an "OH YEAH, I DID KNOW THAT" but he might forget things. Too much stuff, not enough brain space. It's a stress thing, a symptom of anxiety. He tries to remember everything. Big on intentionally doing things to help, he writes dates in a calender and if anything is important he'll make a note and kind of repeat information to himself.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you guys made your relationship official. You two had been friends for a little while before even dating, then dated a bit before you had to ask if you two were actually together or not. Darry was already pretty in love with you, tbh, he just wanted to take things slow because if you two were really together then there would be more expectations that he was afraid he couldn't meet. He felt that he couldn't give you the attention that you deserved in an actual relationship. You basically had to say "listen, my love, I *KNOW* that you're going through some shit, and I know your brothers are your top priority, and I know that you can't give me all of your time. I am signing up for this, I care about you and I want to be with you." And, holy fuck, he needed that so damn bad.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Will absolutely protect you if you need it, but hopes you don't need it. Like, if someone is treating you badly when you are literally just minding your own business then he's by your side INSTANTLY. If something happens when he's not there, he is one call away. He'll call someone to check on you usually, but in an emergency he will drop what he's doing for you instantly.

If you were being unsafe, being super unaware of your surroundings or picking a fight or something, he'll obviously still be there for you but will be mad about it. Will tell you to be more careful because that was easily avoidable.

Darry would prefer to just tell anyone messing with you to politely fuck off. Very "is this person bothering you, darlin?" and usually it works because he's a big guy, people aren't usually going to double down on being nasty/creepy/rude to you when he comes over. If need be, he will absolutely kick some guy's ass for you. The second some dude so much as touches you (whether pervy or violent), that dude is getting several broken bones.

If you found yourself in those situations often, he'd probably get you to carry a small knife or a makeshift pepper spray for self defense (pepper spray was invented in the 60s, but wasn't sold to the public until the 80s, but I feel like he would have you carry something similar because it's non-lethal and can be used at a longer range) because he can't really be around you all the time.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Always gives the relationship everything he's got, but what he's got varies wildly. There are going to be periods of time when he is able to put small bits of money aside for gifts and anniversaries, makes sure that he schedules out one date a week just so you two are guaranteed to see each other alone, does what he can around the house so you don't have to do it all, etc. There are also times when he doesn't get to see you or take you on dates, forgets anniversaries and has to make it up to you, etc. It isn't out of lack of effort at all, he feels terrible about it when things get like that, but it happens.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

It takes a lot to convince him to accept help. I think a lot of the guys have this problem, it's a problem that a lot of men have in general and in the 60s the gender expectations went even harder, but Darry can be especially bad about it.

Not only will he not let you help him with things, but he will also get too overwhelmed by having to put energy into a relationship too and will probably want a break (especially in the beginning) if he gets too stressed about other things. After you fight him on it, he'll realize that you actually signed up for this and are totally down to stay with him even when he's busy or exhausted or just doesn't have any time/energy/money to spare for you. He'll still feel hella bad about it, wants you to have someone that can give you the attention that he feels you deserve, but he's not putting your relationship on hold over it anymore.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Knows he looks good as hell, all of the Curtis brothers are super conventionally attractive and they know it. Darry also takes a lot of pride in his body. He isn't vain or overly caught up in his looks, but he isn't oblivious to them either.

He knows he's fine, he cleans up really well when he wants to, he does not care if he looks rough or unfashionable sometimes.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No. He's whole outside of a relationship, a partner is extra. Very much of the mindset that a healthy relationship is when two whole people create something bigger than themselves.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Loves to know things, very into learning. Always looking into classes (though he doesn't have the money or time to take them, he just likes seeing what's there), huge on the importance of keeping up with the news and current events, reads a lot of nonfiction and watched documentaries. Likes facts, especially history and sciences like biology and earth science. Has a lot of skills that he's picked up and is always looking to pick up more. If you need anything done or you need to know anything that could be considered useless trivia, check with Darry first because there's a good chance he'll have an answer.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Lack of damn common sense, not being able to take a rational and honest answer. He REALLY tries to be understanding about it with the people that he cares about. It's a major issue between him and Ponyboy especially, but it could be a problem with any more emotional person. He doesn't get it at all, so it's SO frustrating when he has to stand by and watch someone make a stupid decision because they just refuse to by logical about it. Even worse when it turns into an argument, because he's usually objectively right but it's so hard to win against someone so intensely emotionally charged even when his points are completely sound and valid.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps in chairs 80% of the time. Doesn't mean to, he sits too long and he's out, though. Between that and work, he has no right to wonder why when his body is fucked up. No way it isn't catching up to him as he gets older.

[t1oui]

percy weasley was eleven when he was sorted into slytherin.

in hindsight, no one should’ve been surprised. percy was the different one, the nerdy one, the weasley who played quidditch and had red hair but was, in every other way, other.

he was such an easy target for fred and george’s pranks, the boy who “couldn’t take a joke” even if the joke truly hurt.

like all young wix, he had bouts of accidental magic, but those were different too. where his siblings floated teapots, percy levitated his bed. where ginny changed the color of her birthday cake from pink to orange, percy blew up a bush. different. that’s all he ever was.

he asked once if the magic swirling under the surface of his skin would relax, if the lava would cool and stop trying so desperately to escape. after he saw the look on bill’s face, he didn’t ask again.

different. they were all magical, but he was different.

when percy started at hogwarts, he wanted to make a change. to show his siblings and his parents and the whole world that he, percy weasley, was worthy. worthy of love, of pride, of being in on pranks instead of the subject of them.

he didn’t think about how that would look to the hat until it was too late.

percy spent his first night at hogwarts as far away from his brothers as he could possibly be — across the great hall, across the school, across the world. percy was supposed to be a gryffindor, supposed to wear red and gold, supposed to make his family proud. how could he do that if they were now the very people he was meant to hate?

by january of his first year, percy had three good friends. he knew other people, of course — he wasn’t a total hermit, no matter what people (read: his family) said — but these were three people who were all his. maybe the possessiveness was a slytherin thing, but thanks to his friends, he was more comfortable with that.

their names were marcus, penelope, and oliver, and they became his whole world.

marcus came along first. he and percy were two of the four boys in their dormitory, and with adrian and theo becoming friends fairly quickly, percy and marcus befriending each other became somewhat inevitable. marcus was outgoing and reckless and a complete dork sometimes, but he was also kind and smart and could spend hours discussing chaser strategies with percy. he definitely liked quidditch more, there was no doubt about that, but percy found it didn’t matter. he could match marcus’s enthusiasm as long as he wanted.

next was penelope, and she was different. she hated all sports, quidditch included — despite the fact that she had only just been introduced to the sport (and the wizarding world as a whole — but she loved books just as much as percy did.

they met in the library, both of them looking for the same history of magic book, and after a few stern glares from penelope, she finally relented and the two agreed to share. it wasn’t as bad as either of them thought it would be. it was nice, percy thought, to have someone care about school as much as he did.

and then, finally, there was oliver wood.

oliver was a gryffindor, a supposed rival of marcus and percy, and he still managed to get pulled into their group anyway. looking back, percy isn’t surprised. of course he managed it — he’s oliver.

they — being marcus and percy — met him on the quidditch pitch the day of hufflepuff’s team tryouts. marcus and percy weren’t trying out, not even for the slytherin team, but they decided to watch all the tryouts and as many practices as they could to try and gauge the competition they’d have once they joined the team in second year. adrian had gone with them for slytherin’s tryouts, but apparently couldn’t bother to watch past that, instead electing to study with theodore. marcus didn’t really mind, and percy didn’t either, though adrian’s dry humor was a nice touch in the quiet moments.

they were some the only non-hufflepuffs in the stands, and practically the only students watching at all. they were some of the only non-hufflepuffs, but not all of them, because there was oliver. he wasn’t even sitting in gryffindor.

“he does know he’s not a ravenclaw, right?” percy had asked. marcus shrugged.

“maybe we should go remind him.”

so it was decided.

oliver barely even noticed as they walked up, too occupied with taking notes on the drills happening above him. but from that day on, he was one of them — once he noticed they were there, at least.

it was at the end of first year that percy finally explained the feeling of magic under his skin, practically bursting with it, and it was at the end of first year that his friends said they felt it, too. they felt the power building beneath the surface with nowhere to go, felt the discomfort of it and the confusion at students and teachers alike who couldn’t relate. but they could, and wasn’t that something?

when marcus found percy sulking after he signed up to stay at hogwarts for christmas, figuring his parents wouldn’t want him around, marcus had said, “you’re a slytherin. be proud of it.”

at the end of his first year, as percy found himself allied with the only other students who felt magic like his, he thought, someday, i’m going to show them all.

for the first time, he was proud.

[el-buzz]

“You tried your best” :) <3

A Cg! Clay x Agere! Reader fic

Summary: Reader has is upset after going a social gathering and Clay helps them to calm down

(y'all I need happy fanfic ideas ☠️😭 )

1.6k+ words :]!!

And as always will be crossposted on AO3 at Soft_Buzz and not proofread. Enjoy :D!!

So let's say you had wanted to get out of your bubble for once. Expand and experience something new!! Something out of your comfort zone. Ok so maybe sitting in a room full of strangers for more than three hours while they talk about things you didn't particularly like or care about was not the best idea. Yeah yeah you could've easily opted out but you'd made a promise of attending, so you couldn't just not show up right??? 

So you sat there. For exactly three hours and thirty three minutes. Completely feeling out of place and alone. You wanted to talk. Of course you did! But everyone seemed to know each other, and it was just plain scary. You swore you stuck out like sore thumb at the gathering, but fine whatever it was over now. You were fine. Totally and utterly fine.

It's okay. Yeah you were already in front of your pod so it's okay. It's okay.. so why were you tearing up and having difficulty breathing. No matter, you quietly walk in and find Clay relaxing on the couch while reading a book. It's only your sniffling that reels him out of his book.

"Hey?" Clay looked up, placing a bookmark and putting the book down on the coffee table. He frowned, noticing your appearance and the tears now flowing down your cheeks. He rapidly stood up, moving towards you and gently wrapping you in his arms, trying to make you comfortable. "Shh, shh. Calm down. You're alright now." He moved the both of you back onto the couch.

That was it. You weren't fine, and you knew it. You let your walls down and start to sob just fully breaking down. "No I'm not okay! I- I'm so done I'm absolutely done I don't even know why I thought it would be good idea to go to the stupid gathering I don't even care about-" You whine and wipe my tears. "I just wanted to socialize but clearly that didn't go well at all." Sobbing, you tugged uncomfortably at you clothes.

"Hey, hey!" Clay's firm but gentle voice tried to calm you down. "Slow down, slow down."

It was clear you were overwhelmed. So he just held you, comforting you. He pulled you close to him and let you rest your body on top of his.

"You're not giving yourself enough credit. You did a very brave thing today by talking to a bunch of strangers. But... I think you've reached your socializing limit." He smiled down at you as he caressed your face.

It broke his heart seeing you like this. He knew just how much you wanted to be out there socializing and making friends, but poor you either got drained easily or felt completely out of place. Although you have him now, he saw it best that you found others to be around. Clay admired your efforts and was patient and understanding when you had a rough moment.

"Don't speak anymore, ok?" His voice had a soothing effect. "You did your best. That's not nothing, so just rest, now.. ." He ends his sentence with a kiss between your brows.

You just stay quiet while leaning into his warm touch. His warm and comfortable touch that seemed to clear all the stormy clouds in your head. Still, you  feel out the last of the storm. You wanted to say something, but your overwhelming feelings made you too tired to talk or function. So, you just whine and tighten your hold on him.

"I know, baby, I know." His hands softly caressed your back. "I'm guessing you want some small time, don't you? Hm?" Clay looks down at you already knowing what choice you'd make.

You nod still sniffling and rub your tear stains. He couldn't help to softly smile when you looked up at him. His poor baby, so small and so drained. Maybe a babas and a nap would be best for right now.

"How about I make you some hot coco and then you can take a short nap, hm? Sounds nice, doesn't it?"

Clay asked, trying to keep his tone light and cheery as he got off the couch with you at his hip. Once you nodded again, he started heading over to the kitchen.

While Clay was focused on swiftly on preparing the hot coco, you rested your head on his shoulder and began to suck your thumb. "Oh no no, baby. Thumb's icky, remember?" He reached to remove your thumb and you fussed and whined. Clay lightly bounced you in attempt to calm you down. Quickly, while the coco heated up, he found one of your clean pacifiers in a kitchen drawer. "Found one!" He removed the pacifier cover and placed the paci into your mouth. The action soon soothed you, and you began to relax in his arms once more.

You were about to nod off in his arms when clay nudged you, took the pacifier from your mouth, and gave you a baby bottle with the hot coco. You whined while rubbing your sleepy eyes, and started to drink from your babas. The sweet cocoa was warm and wonderful. Although it wasn't often that Clay made you sugary drinks like the coco, man was he was good at it. You were about to drink a lot of it in one go, but Clay was quick to catch on.

He tugged a little on the bottle. "Hey now.. I know you really like your hot coco, buuut we don't want you with an upset tummy, do we?" You respond by shaking your head with him. "Good, baby" He smiles warmly wipes off a bit of the milk that spilt past your mouth. "Such a small little one, aren't you?" He coos while squishing your cheeks. A smile began to shine on your face, and you squirm so happy to be babied right now. You reach for his hand, and he takes yours, quickly interlocking your fingers and letting his head rest on yours. It was sweet innocent moments like these where you and Clay relished the comfort and warmth of the other.

Clay started to readjust his hold on you, so he could help you drink from your bottle. He looked down at you, and he was dazed. You were looking up at him, and your eyes seemed to shine with admiration and wonder. Clay had to admit, the sight was completely adorable. He gave the bottle another few gentle squeezes as he kept a close eye on you to make sure you didn't spill any milk on yourself.

He started to move towards your bedroom where he leaned over to gently lay you down on the bed and began get you ready for a nap. He made sure that you were in comfortable clothes and that you had your favorite stuffie in your arms. Turning away from you, clay turned off the lights. A single lamp and nightlight shone in the now dark room as Clay started to tuck you in.

"Just rest." He said, stroking your hair. "You did something difficult today, and you need to rest."

He pulled the blanket up until you were completely covered. "Now, just take a nap. I'll wake you up for dinner and a bath, okay?" As he started to stand, he paused, and bent down to kiss you one more time. "Sweet dreams. I love you."

He begins to reach the door but you call out to him tiredly. "Clay?.." You rub your eyes while yawning.

"Yeah?" He stops at the door look back at you.

"Can I has story?.. pretty please?"

Clay chuckled softly and started to approach your bedside and held your hand. "Of course you can. Do you have one you'd like to hear? Or would you rather I make one up?" He traced your hand patiently while waited for your response.

“Book,” you utter as you point at area where you keep your children’s books.

Clay smiled and approached the bookshelf. He looked at the titles, wondering which one you would prefer. After a bit of thought, he selected a one for you. Clay moved towards you and sat down next to you, pulling himself up to your side. You quickly snuggled up to him

"Looke here, I got you a classic: Goodnight Moon, one of my favorites when I was a kid."

He cleared his throat before reading to you in a soothing voice, holding your hand as you relaxed.

"In the great green room, there was a telephone." You felt your eyelids began to get heavy, snuggling under your blanket and listening to Clay.

You tried last best as you could to follow along with him, by pointing to the little kitties and the mousy. You even offered to read a couple of words, albeit tired and a bit slurred.

Clay praised you for doing so good and being such a great little reader. He loved seeing you smile and babble at the illustrations, reading to you was his favorite thing to do with you. Clay smiled sweetly when you babbled and pointed along with the story. He pulled you closer to him as he read the story, his voice quiet and soothing.

By the time you both finished the book, you were already half asleep. Carefully, trying not to wake you, he got out of bed and tucked you in once more. He caressed you face one final time and leaned in to kiss your forehead. Before walking out of the room, he whispers to you. "You know you did you're best today, right? and sometimes that the most wonderful thing you could ever do." All he gets in response is some light snoring. He chuckles and walks out.

Author’s note:

Had to write this after I went to an overwhelming social gathering like two weeks ago but I never really got around to finish it until now

It's a lot shorter than the last one but I hope you still enjoyed it :]

Also thank you so much to those who liked, reblogged, and commented on my last posts!!! It makes me ecstatic to see others enjoy what I write

Y'all got me kicking my feet and everything lmao 😭💀

Me when I see notifications coming in:

[broz0neglitters]

I Kissed A Girl I liked it .+’⭐️🌙🌼’+. 

Viva x lesbian Reader Smut/NSFW Headcanon

Warning: Smut, smoking joints mention, lesbian sex, Sex toys involved/mention and p*rn mention

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-She's just your average lesbian but she’s definitely much more than just your girlfriend she can be freaky once it comes to sex

-Viva definitely watches P*rn she even watches gay,lesbian straight all kind you name it

-She sometimes would beg you to watch P*rn together instead of a actual movie

-She'll definitely put her hands on your lady part just to keep her hands warm or on your breast to keeps your warm

-She likes it when you sit on her lap so sit on her lap at all cost

-She loves roleplaying during sex too like doctor and other stuff etc

-You will definitely catch her watching it she will play the moans so loud almost the whole village could hear it

Y/N: Hey, babe can you please turn that down please I don't want the whole village hearing that you're watching P*rn!

Viva: Relax babe, It just P*rn everyone watches them even clay >;)

-She'll definitely play Katy perry "I kissed a Girl" when she’s turn on or when you guys are fucking

-To get her and you in the mood she would offer you some joints you both would smoke two round of joints to get you both in the mood

-I mean she can still fuck you when she's sober but it wouldn’t be fun without joints so she's perfer both of you to be high so you both can fuck

-Once that joints hits the both of you there's no going back she will definitely makeout with you and leaving hickeys everywhere once she's done

-Viva gets turn on by you so quickly even every small thing you do like reading a book,cooking, singing turns her on she's horny

-Viva is super horny she's totally wants to eat your Lady part up like a dog who hasn't ate for days!

-Viva will dominate you in bed meaning she will pin you down she'll maybe tied you up cause she wants to pleasure you

-Viva owns too many sex toys like a Vibrators,Dildos and for some reason she has a sex machines but she definitely use the vibrators more just on herself or you and the dildos she has a strap on aswell

-She would beg you to start an Only Trolls Fans w you but you said no you were uncomfortable with showing your naked body to the world

Y/N: how would clay feel about you doing this and plus what if your dad or sister sees this wouldn't be embarrassing I know I would be can we please keep it private or even how will the other Putt-Putt trolls think of their leader starting a Only troll fans huh?

-after telling her you won’t allowed her to start a only trolls fans she respect your wishes and apologize for begging you but she's completely understand why you won’t do it

-She would make you become like her little Bitch during sex she will make you beg her for more

-She would use a Vibrator on you she will control the speed she will pin you if you try to moved she wants to hear your moans and cries telling her to stop

Viva: Yeah, You like that huh baby girl

-She's not a major fan of scissoring but she will do it cause you want to it dosen't turn her on the way it turns you on when your lady parts touch each other but she perfer the strap on dick

-She's a rough fucker w a strap on

-She will rough finger fuck you

-viva will finger you even when you're asleep she wants to hear your moans while you are being finger fuck by her in your sleep

-She wants you to moan her name and she wants you to be super loud that even the village could hear you

-Viva is loud during sex you often would tell her to keep it down but she’s dosen't care she wants people to hear her moans

-When she has her strap on oh boy she will bang you so hard that you couldn't walk the next day

-She will want you to eat her lady part up real nice and clean while holding onto your hair just like how she did with yours

Viva: Yeah, You better eat me good and clean doll face

-She loves your breast so don't be afraid to show her yours size dosen't matter to her she loves to suck on it like a new born baby she'll even bite it sometimes and leave hickeys around it

-She will definitely still go to town on you while smoking joints it gets her in the mood she would offer you some and you would smoke some just to get you in the mood aswell

-You would cry and beg her to go faster till you Cum

-She bang you so hard it makes your eyes rolled and your tongue stick like a dirty little slut bitch

-You will not feel your legs afterwards trust me she's a rough fucker so she'll have to carried you around til your legs isn’t numb anymore

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Anyways, I hope you Enjoy my 2nd blog I will do more soon but in the mean time fill free to request me ideas or concepts also sorry for bad grammar I'll try to fix it if I see any!

Like and Follow are very much appreciated 💛✨🌟⚡️💫

[hellskitchenette]

Ginger and Lemon II

Matt Murdock x Autistic!Fem!Reader series

Read it on AO3

Chapter II: Madame Butterfly

Summary: You overthink a lot about how to thank the sexy lawyer for his intervention at Josie's and end up baking a cake. How would he react when you appear in his firm's door?

Word count: 2,729

Warnings: Christmas Fluff!!!, Protective Matt Murdock, No use of y/n, no pronouns for reader, Matt Murdock is a Ray of Sunshine, Selective Mutism, Bad self-talk, Self-Hatred, Matt Murdock Gets a Hug, Matt Murdock is a Stalker, Mental Breakdown and Meltdowns!

A/N: More fluf for y’all! Annoying bestie is introduced here, the extrovert every introvert needs in their life. As a neurodivergent person, this is a love letter to the nice neurotypical s in my life that help me navigate this confusing world. anyways, hope you enjoy this! Was already up on AO3, but I figured I should update here too.

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“Are you blind?” He is totally into you!” Your best friend grabbed some chips from the bag making loud crunching noises.

“Actually, the one who's visually impaired is him, Cece.” You responded squeezing your eyes because of the annoying sound.

“What? A disabled guy?” She left her snack to grab your wrist with her greasy hand. “Is this another complex saviour crush? And be honest.” Cece was now staring at you seriously.

“No, I really like him.” You moved uncomfortably on the sofa while blushing. Cece had come over to have dinner a watch a movie, but the recent events were now more interesting than some Netflix Period Drama. “Besides, he was the one saving me, remember?” Your friend hummed and relaxed a bit against the back of the couch. She went feral about the possibility of someone taking advantage of you again.

“So this Mr Murdock seems like a true gentleman,” Cece said with an all-knowing smirk on her face. She really had an understanding of your taste in men. And that involved some old-fashioned chivalry straight from a Jane Austen novel.

“He truly seems like one.” And you blushed again remembering a cinematic low-motion version of the moment your hands touched.” What do you think then? What would be appropriate to thank him?” You fidgeted with your chopsticks in the half-empty bowl. Normally you’d enjoy your usual Thai food order, but your stomach today was just against food. Cece crossed her long legs and smirked suggestively, raising one of her curved brows.

“It depends on your intentions with him.” She said, and you bit your lip agitated.

“My intentions? I just want to thank him for his kindness.” You explained, mortified by the fact you couldn’t even say more than a monosyllable when he helped you so much.

“You sure darling? Or it’s because you want to stay in touch, and this is an excuse to contact him?” You shivered at the idea of seeing each other again, that was certain. Sometimes Cece was better at reading your feelings than you. And maybe this was one of those times.

“May...maybe.” You admitted quietly. “He said I could contact his law firm if needed, “You said optimistically, raising your gaze first time since this conversation had started. Cece rolled her eyes.

“I know you’re capable of suing someone just to have an excuse to see him.” You opened your mouth to protest but she continued her banter. “But this is not a legal drama, and you are already grown up enough to go head-on, so if you want to see him, suck it up and go.”

Her direct words made your heartbeat spike like crazy, and the chopsticks you’d been playing with slipped from your hands, landing on the carpet along with some noodles. You sighed, picking them from the floor. They looked like little worms in the grass. Just how you felt. Accepting you weren’t going to eat more; you went to the little kitchenette to leave the bowl and throw the “worms”. Cece followed you, munching her chips like a desperate woman when something caught her attention, making a high-pitched noise. She struggled to swallow before she could talk.

“You should bake him something!” She said pointing to the bell jar over the counter where you kept your last baking experiment: a deliciously looking plum cake. Then without asking for permission, she removed the glass bell to cut two thick slices and served them in your beautiful dessert dishes. “He’ll fall in love immediately.” Her affirmation was done while she took a good bite of the plum cake. To be honest, this was a recipe you were proud of. There weren’t a lot of things you liked about yourself. Your awkwardness made your life very difficult, social interactions were like a puzzle to you and you knew that sometimes you made people uncomfortable around you. Especially when selective mutism hit or when you spoke in an inadequate moment or tone. It was like every second spent around people you had to be hyper-aware about everything you did. And it was exhausting.

Cece helped a lot with it. She didn’t care about your quirks and was always honest, an attribute you thanked her immensely for. You were used to everyone being dishonest or having second intentions you couldn’t figure out. She was a relief from society. Her help was handy in moments like this when you needed help with some conventions that weren’t familiar to you.

So, the decision to bake a home-cooked treat was made and you started looking through your huge collection of recipe books with Cece’s patient help, who listened to all the baking facts you loved to chat about when you were in the mood. After discarding some sweets because of being too complicated— Cece commented you’d look like a try-hard—, both of you finally chose the Lemon Ginger Tart, since the fruit was an inoffensive flavour and Christmas was just around the corner. And maybe you could make extra dough and bring some Gingerbread cookies too. It was late when your dear friend’s cab arrived and you slipped inside your bed, incapable of sleeping because of your excitement.

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After the morning rehearsal, you planned to go straight to Nelson and Murdock and deliver your precious cargo. The theatre was close and doing it as soon as possible will save you a lot of overthinking. Your colleagues were surprised by the fragrant package you were bringing, and some questions were inevitably asked about the topic. After all, you were one of the most reserved members of the orchestra and even though you were friendly with everyone, nobody knew really about your life outside the concert hall.

” So you remembered my birthday, how nice of you.” Your gaze met the smug face of the cocky first violin, who was resting lazily against the dressing room’s door. Even you had noticed that the man had your eyes on you for a long time since he was nothing but subtle. You panicked when all eyes were suddenly on you and your mysterious cake. It was Monday morning, and everyone was up to some gossiping. Especially if that was around the most secretive member of the orchestra.

“I…I mean…happy…eh…birthday…” you didn’t know how to tell him the cake wasn’t because of him, and you were unable to meet his eyes.

“Harvey, stop messing with her.” The harpist interrupted your nonsense, aware that he was making you uncomfortable. “It’s not actually his birthday honey, ignore him.” And she squeezed gently your shoulder and smiled friendly way that warmed your heart. Harvey rolled his eyes and then resumed preparing his violin for the rehearsal.

Second time in a few days that someone else has had to step up for you, perfect.

As your brain was ready to engage in some bad self-talk, you had to make your cello ready for playing too, so after securing the tart in the shelf, you let your instrument out of its hard case and every other thing became unimportant. With your instrument in your hands, you were in your domain, one where words were futile and only the language of music spoke. Once you were comfortable with. One that didn’t let you down.

The rehearsal went well, and everyone left in a good mood. The premiere of the first Nutcracker of the season was going to be a success, and you were expectant Friday to arrive. Even though you have been doing this every winter, it was such a special moment of the year. This ballet was so close to your heart and transported you directly to your childhood.

“Hey, some of us are going to have hot cocoa since we finished earlier today, are you in?”

The harpist’s voice interrupted your thoughts while you were finishing gathering up your stuff. You looked anxiously to the tart waiting on the shelve. You’d managed to find a beautiful Christmas box to protect it that had holly and gingerbread houses printed on it. Your gaze returned to her, trying to focus on an answer. Your therapist had said you had to step out of your comfort zone but going out with your colleagues and your little expedition to Nelson and Murdock maybe was too much for starting.

“Oh, I understand you had plans.” She had an all-knowing smile on her face now, and her voice was sweet. “Next time then!” She was about to leave when you gathered the courage to speak.

“Hey, thank you for… for before and… for inviting me too.” You couldn’t meet her gaze when she turned but used the trick of looking between her brows and it worked.

“It’s nothing! But we’d love it if you could join us sometime.” She smiled again and you nodded in a silent promise and then you parted ways.

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Nelson and Murdock were just some blocks away and you were lost in thought while listening to your favourite opera podcast, tart in hand and the cello in your back. Becky— that was the name of the harpist if you weren’t wrong, even though you didn’t rely on a lot in your face recognition abilities— looked genuinely interested in you joined them that morning and although that made you happy, it raised some buried memories about your time in high school when the people you considered your friends were actually making fun of you. Your weirdness caught the attention of the bullies like a lighthouse, so your strategy since then was to limit the number of interactions.

But this is not high school, we’re adults now and someone is genuinely being nice for once.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the other person turning the corner at the same time as you and after you could do anything, your face was plastered against some stranger’s chest, making your headphones fly in the process.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry…” Your nose stung and you were so preoccupied that the tart wasn’t damaged by the hit you didn’t notice whose chest was. And you couldn’t locate your headphones either. There were a lot of people and that added to your embarrassment was making you dizzy.

“You’re gonna need a good lawyer to defend you because I’m suing you for this attack lady.” The familiar low voice was like honey over your nervousness, and you finally looked at his face. “It’s your lucky day though, I know a damn good one not far from here…” Matt Murdock was standing in front of you in all his glory, an irresistible smile curving his lips, both hands in his cane.

“Matt!” You were sure you were looking dumb grabbing the tart as if your life depended on it, caught completely off guard by the encounter.

He was supposed to be in his office, what do I do now?

Let’s say you weren’t the best when dealing with unexpected events.

“Yes, I think that’s his name and…” Matt tilted his head to his right pausing for a moment, and then squatted picking something from the floor. “ Madame Butterfly, an interesting opera choice.” He had your missing headphones in his hand when he stood straight again. You grabbed them from his large hand, brushing involuntarily your skin with his like when he extended you his business card the other night and managed to turn off the device.

“I know is not the public’s favourite from Puccini, but I feel it’s so moving especially when Butterfly sacrifices herself so her child can have a better life…” Probably it was the longest phrase you said to Matt, but you got carried away when you talked about music.

“It’s a beautiful opera, but maybe she should have considered her son’s opinion on the matter.” You noticed his expression turning darker for a moment and you wondered if you said something wrong, but it was gone in a blink and his gentle manner was back. “Excuse me for deviating from the theme, but something smelling delicious caught my attention.”

He then sniffed like a bloodhound, and you giggled, relaxing a bit.

“Yeah, about this, it’s actually…” You didn’t know how to start since your carefully planned speech was now useless.

“It’s ginger and lemon, isn’t it?” And he smiled wider. “Really Christmas flavoured.”

“You want a slice? In exchange for…running over you.” You didn’t know where you found the courage to say that, but maybe it was easier this way.

“Are you trying to bribe me, so I don’t present charges? Because it’s working.” And then he smiled charmingly.

Holy shit you’ll bake whatever this man wanted just to see that smile.

Maybe it was his soothing voice, the fact that you didn’t have to worry about looking him in the eyes, or the way he made you feel seen , as contradictory as it was, but the fact was that you were somewhere near comfortable around Matt Murdock. So when he noticed you were freezing and offered that you went upstairs to have a drink that warmed you up, you accepted gladly.

“Is that cake?” A blonde head appeared from one of the doors of the office the moment you both stepped inside.

“I thought we weren’t accepting more payments done with food Matt…” Another blonde appeared, this time a beautiful woman. She was frowning until she noticed you.

“Relax guys, she’s not a client and the cake is not yours to take Foggy, it’s hers.” The other man looked devastated by the notice, and the woman’s face became welcoming, a question floating in the air. “These are Foggy, then another half of Nelson and Murdock and Karen, our secretary.” Matt presented you to them and you shook shyly your hand while he folded his cane and went to prepare some warm beverages.

“Actually…” You put the box containing the tart on the table that looked like was used to eat. “It’s Matt’s tart, so you can eat if he’s okay with that.” You blushed visibly while Foggy’s eyes illuminated and Karen raised her eyebrows impossibly, looking at Matt and then at you. The lawyer returned from the little kitchenette with two smoking hot mugs. He looked interrogating too. “For the other day… the bar…”

“You didn’t have to.” A wide smile formed on his lips while he handed you the latte he had prepared for you. Foggy and Karen exchanged significant looks while you wrapped your hands around it, warming you up instantly. You fixed your gaze on it, not knowing what to say.

“Don’t treat me like this, so this means I can have cake or not?” Foggy’s pained complaint made all of you laugh and broke the tension that had been building up in your stomach.

The four of you ended up enjoying the tart together along with the biscuits you baked. You were afraid of being an intruder, but Karen and Foggy were as warm and welcoming as Matt. You ended up having a great time and when it was your time to part, they made you promise to visit again. Matt grabbed your cello chivalrously and walked you to the door.

“You know, it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a concert.” He commented while he helped you to put your instrument on your back.

“Well, New York is a city with an extensive cultural offering and…” He laughed heartfully and you didn’t understand why.

“What I mean is that I’d love to hear you play.” And his voice was like velvet when he said that.

Oh.

“Yeah… of course… I…” Your brain stopped functioning for a moment, but it rebooted, and you started to search in your bag. “This Friday is the first nutcracker of the season, maybe you can’t enjoy the dancing, but the music is beautiful…” You said nervously while you gave him the spare tickets the orchestra always gifted their musicians — and which you never used because of your lack of social life.

“I’m sure I’ll find my way of enjoying myself.” And the way he said it melted your bones while he grabbed the three tickets. “See you on Friday then.” He added and after smiling brighter than the sun, he returned upstairs. You started walking towards the bus stop, still processing everything.

It looks like this Friday is going to be the best performance of my life.

[cheribl0ssom]

Oliver Aiku x Fem!Reader: Coffee & Daydreams

Word Count: 1.6k~

CW: fem reader, post breakup angst, happy ending

A/N: Felt like writing something for the first time in a very long time. I hope you like it!

You once had the glory of calling him yours. U-20 Captain Oliver Aiku. He had been your on and off boyfriend for years, up until you both called it quits for good. It wasn’t what either of you wanted, yet you convinced yourself it was for the best.

How many months had it been since you had seen his face in the flesh? More than you’d like to admit. You knew fame would change your relationship dynamic, but you didn’t think it would completely destroy it either. You craved his touch, only to receive it in small doses when he had time in between his busy schedule. It wasn’t enough; you wanted all of him. But no matter how much you begged and pleaded, he didn't seem to care, or at least he wasn't great at showing it. And after some time the feelings began to appear one sided.

That’s life, right? You sighed to yourself looking out the window of the new coffee shop you frequented. After you did what anyone in your position would do: moved across the country and started a new life. There was no possibility to create a new life in the city your relationship started and ended in; everything there would just remind you of him.

Even after all this time, you still wanted him and only him. No one could catch your interest like he did; everything about him was so captivating. He had you hooked. Any dates you had been on were total flops. How could you enjoy yourself when all you could do was think about what Oliver would be like in the same scenario? You were completely enamored and as far as you knew he was over it. As if failed romance pursuits weren’t bad enough, day after day you constantly saw his face plastered all over the news and TV. Nothing in your circumstances was helping you get over him.

But, over time you felt like things were getting easier. You adjusted to life in the new town, gradually finding places you could frequent and getting comfortable in this new setting. Your favorite place became this small, locally owned coffee shop that was easily overlooked by most passersby. It was a quiet spot, and you were uninterrupted for the most part aside from the occasional chat with the barista. Although the chances of you two crossing paths again was astronomically slim; you knew it was never zero. You tried to not think about it though. You needed a fresh start. He had already moved on, so how was it fair for you to have to rot in the ghost of a relationship passed?

As you relaxed in the coffee shop, you sipped on an iced latte and held a book open in one hand. You never came here to read, it was just an act. In reality, you sat there and replayed your cherished memories with Oliver over and over in your mind. Changing locations didn’t change your feelings, nor the fact that you still longed for a lover lost. When you weren’t drowning in your daydreams, you had other hopes like maybe meeting someone - friend or lover. It hadn’t happened in the months of trying, but that didn’t discourage you.

Every time the door chimed you couldn’t help but peek up from your book. What kind of person would walk through the door? Could this person be a friend or a foe? You enjoyed making up stories in your mind for each individual to pass some time. You were getting ready to leave for the day, when the high pitch door chime sounded; your gaze instinctively rose.

Fuck.

You froze in place as a familiar figure entered the coffee shop. As you brought your book to your face, you began to hyperventilate. There was just no way this was happening right now. In all the possibilities you considered, this wasn’t one of them. You hoped you weren’t spotted and you tried to mentally formulate a plan to escape. But your mind wasn’t fast enough. The voice you longed to hear for months entered your ears.

“Y/N?” Oliver asked tilting his head to the side and glancing over in your direction. Busted. It was obvious from the moment he walked in that he recognized you, but now he was playing coy. This was a classic move he liked to pull.

Rather than order a drink, he walked over calmly and took a seat across from you at the table. You tried to maintain your composure as a whirlwind of suppressed emotions began to surface.

“What are you doing here?!” you quietly stammered, unsure of how you should feel in this moment. Relief? Anger? Sadness? You felt everything and nothing all at the same time. You couldn’t read his emotions either; he was always so good at keeping his cool, unlike you. You set your book down as he made himself comfortable in his seat.

“I came here for a cup of coffee. What else?” He laughed, smirking nonchalantly. You clenched your jaw in annoyance knowing you should have predicted this type of answer. You decided it would be best to not make a scene- you didn’t want to earn a negative reputation at your favorite hangout spot.

Your eyebrow arched up, “So then where’s your coffee?” The beauty of this situation was you knew how to play this game too. “Go ahead and order - I’ll wait.”

The minutes felt like hours as he placed his order and the barista made it. An undeniable rage filled you as you heard the barista’s flirty tone when interacting with Oliver. Typical. It was the exact thing you had come to expect when going out in public with him. People swooning over him leaving you as nothing more than a background NPC. I mean who wouldn’t act up being around someone like him? He was an undeniably handsome, professional soccer player. Regardless, situations like this one got under your skin and were a huge driving force for your breakup.

As he was about to take a seat, you stood up and grabbed his hand, faking a smile that only he could tell was not genuine. You strolled out of the coffee shopping still holding his hand, your grip tightening with each step you took.

“Where are we going?” He chuckled. You knew he was enjoying every second of this based on how easily he played along.

Luckily, the walk back to your flat wasn’t a long one. Not even a sound was made on the walk since you were at a loss for words and he was putting up his usual facade. As you closed the door behind you, you prepared yourself for anything.

“Ummm… I guess help yourself to a seat.” You mumbled, motioning towards the loveseat in your living room. You let him choose where he wanted to sit, and decided to stand in front of him with your arms crossed. You inhaled deeply, trying to process the past half hour of your life.

“Aren’t you going to take a seat too?” Oliver laughed, patting the small spot next to him on the couch. A burning sensation filled your face at his question. Was this nothing more than another joke to him? You didn’t budge, hoping it would make it clear to him that this wasn’t funny to you.

“So are you going to answer my question from earlier? Why are you here? How did you find m- that place?” You stuttered and wished your thoughts and mouth would cooperate in a time like this. Before you could continue, Oliver leaned forward and grabbed your arm, guiding you to the cushion next to him.

“You think too much and yet you don’t see the answers right in front of you,” he sighed, “Believe it or not - I’ve been searching everywhere for you. I know we had broken up but I didn’t want things to end.”

His words stung and you couldn’t meet his gaze. You felt his eyes piercing into you though, as his usually cool demeanor started to fade.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Cause that was the only issue we ever had, right?” You became defensive, attempting to hide your true feelings and desires.

“Before I could even convey my true feelings, you stormed out. I had to leave for a soccer trip soon after and by the time I returned you were moved out with no trace of where you went. I wanted to talk things out and you never gave me a chance to try.”

He wasn’t wrong. Your solution to the breakup fight was to change your phone number, move to a different place, and cut ties with most people in your life. You were fed up and felt like no one understood what you were going through. You had lost all hope in your relationship; the back and forth, on and off was tiring. What was so hard to understand about that?

As you tried to put together a response, Oliver’s rough hand cupped your cheek, “Look, y/n, I understand why you did everything that you did. I was neglecting your feelings and I wasn’t being the partner you deserved. I was so caught up in my own life and I wasn’t prioritizing us the way I should have. I realize it now and I’ve regretted every second that I wasn’t the partner you needed. ”

It was bittersweet hearing those words. You wanted to believe him, but you ached inside too knowing that it wasn’t all on him either. Warm tears filled your eyes as you finally met his gaze.

“I know I could have done things better too. I’ve thought about it thousands of times,” you responded, blinking back the tears. “But in all this time, I’ve never wanted anyone other than you, Oliver.” A small smile appeared on his face and he wiped away the remnants of the tears you couldn’t blink back. “Where do we go from here?”

You both sat in silence, unsure of the “right” answer. This whole situation was a lot to process. Inevitably, your mind filled with the anxiety of what he might reply since neither of you explicitly knew what the other was feeling. As closed your eyes to take a deep breath, you felt his warm lips press against yours and he lifted you onto his lap. You instinctively pressed back exchanging saliva and soft moans until he pulled away to catch his breath.

“I don’t know, but I’d like to figure it out together if you give me the chance,” he breathed, leaning back into you for another passionate kiss.

[november-rising]

I almost never think to use the "Keep reading" cut line.

Building from your Claire introduction, what if she was the last-ditch effort? Like, Claire and Carmen “grew up” together on the rink, in class and competition. He always had a thing for her but due to the stress of his home life, his own anxieties, sole drive to be perfection, etc., he never acted on it. Cut to years later, he’s burning out but Ritchie and Mikey push him into pairs with guess who? Claire! (Maybe this was Mikey’s way to ensure that Carmen would be okay when he’s gone? Thoughts?)

Carmen reluctantly goes about it. And, after placing fairly well-ish as pairs, Mikey happens. Before going out “on stage”, Carmen sees messages and phone calls but ignores them because, deep down, in the despairing pit of recognition of his brother’s true struggles, he knows Mikey’s gone. But, he pushes through the routine and totally botches the thing! Thus, F- pairs! F- ice skating! And as was said in the show: “Fuck off, fuckos!”

*Now, I do appreciate your Claire plot. But, in my opinion, they did Claire wrong in some ways in The Bear. I didn’t like how Claire was shoe-horned into Carmen’s life and his partnership with Sydney. It felt a touch like they were pitting the two women against each other. No. Scratch that! I’ve read too many opinions where people are pitting these two women again each other! Gets on my ever lovin' last nerve some folks!

BUT…that doesn’t mean Claire shouldn’t make an appearance. How? I dunno…Maybe seeing her, spending some time with her again, helps him reconnect with Mikey’s memory? She could point out some stuff: “You’re the bear” and all that. Perhaps, seeing the familiarity Claire has with Carmen sets up angst and stilted practice. Sydney starts pulling away because, just when she trusts him - Carmy's focus is taken away. And, I don’t know how, but Claire makes it known that she’s not interested in Carmy like that but supports anyone willing to be with Carmy without judgement.

Mikey/Ritchie – Yeah, hockey makes much better sense in this ice rink AU. Much better. Mikey is bold, wild and charismatic. Ritchie weaves around the ice, seemingly telepathically knowing where Mikey and the puck will be. They’d be reckless and unstoppable. Yeah…I can see that. It would be Mikey’s way of rebelling against his mother and the pressures she put on him. It would be resentment driving him which, with all the injuries he acquires, he feels it’s okay to relax with a Percocet or two.

HECK YES TO THE GAMBLING AND CICERO BEING APART OF IT! Perhaps it’s the guilt that keeps Cicero from collecting the rink

Donna – YES! It’s her boys that she focuses on. This doesn’t have to be mentioned outright but perhaps she’s “caring” more about those two because hubby left and she’s desperate to keep the men in this family. Her overbearing style pushes Mikey away. Her ambivalence towards Nat spurns her to find ways to shine – either in her mother’s eyes or her own. Her sudden “positive” attention on Carmy felt good in the beginning but then the teasing or the aggression forces him to double down and then flee.

Carmy – I see skating as something he genuinely enjoyed because being out there, with his siblings, he felt lighter than air, faster than light. They giggled and played when Donna wasn’t around. This morphed into wanting to compete like his older brother, his talent being seen and then the pressure. Mikey pulls away. Nat is out on the periphery. And then it’s him. He wants to prove himself. What was once fun becomes a way out of his family and Chicago – to find something new. Fast forward to becoming so anxious that training becomes obsessive. His family thinks pairs will get him out of his funk but…NOPE!

Nat – Ever the wise, somewhat more adjusted sibling. This is because she wasn’t on her mother’s radar 24/7. There weren’t many expectations put on her which allowed her to see the damage it was causing her brothers. She tried to support and nurture the family, but it became too much. Nat found other ways, as you said, to show her little brother actual care and love. I think Nat would be the one to pull Carmy back home. How…I dunno. LOL!

Syd - Obviously, she knows about Carmy - all of the Berzattos, really because she trained at the rink. She always enjoyed dance and ice skating. Expressing herself was always easier with movement as opposed to words. I'm not sure how the two of them would start as a team. Like I first suggested? There is the possibility that Sydney is up-and-coming and reserved time to train at the rink? Or she's there to see Nat about a costume but Carmy shows up as well, helping Nat with a sketch while they watch Sydney be amazing? What are your thoughts?

Sydcarmy has been haunting me down to my soul for the past couple of days so here: ICE SKATING AU where they perform THIS routine

That chemistry!!!! It is Sydcarmy to a fuckin T

[milkb0nny]

🤍...𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒔/𝒐

characters: Al Haitham, Dan Heng, Gepard Landau, Itto

content: the men being in a relationship with a shy and introverted s/o // fluff // gn! reader

warnings: none

🍃... 𝑨𝒍 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎

▫️becoming a couple was a rather hard mission you both had. You were to shy to approach him and he wasn't too bothered to initiate anything. Honesty Al Haitham was a little afraid of a rejection too. So thanks to Kaveh who pushed you both to go on dates, you are now a couple.

▫️Your shyness doesn't bother him. He appreciates the friends you have and at the same time prefers a more shy and introverted partner. He can relax and read books while you two spend quality time at home. So with that being said your shyness is kinda a blessing for his rather calm soul.

▫️PDA isn't a thing at all. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable kissing or cuddling you in public. It's already a stressful situation. Al Haitham is always behind you keeping an eye on you to make sure you're okay. Only on days where a few people cross the streets he likes to give you a kiss on the cheek. Your flustered face is too cute.

▫️After some time in the relationship he got to know what's too much and what's not too much for you. He likes to tease you a little when he changes clothes (he does it in front of you) but he won't pressure you into something. That's a no no and he knows that. If you want to initiate something but can't do it or say it, he takes the time to explore it himself and maybe he'll hit the right guess.

▫️When you're shy about... Well anything sexual related or other issues, he'll hand you a notebook he bought for communicating. If you want to he'll leave the room or stay by your side. He'd wait until you're done and read what you wrote down. This technique makes it very easy to reveal complicated feelings and helps you to handle sensitive topics.

▫️All in all he's very considerate of your shyness and hesitant behavior towards topics or people. He'll try to always pay attention and make you feel most comfortable. Al Haitham is a great husband and a trustable companion.

🍃... 𝑫𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒈

▫️Dan Heng is quite a shy person himself. Of course he's not afraid to say something or he's upfront when something bothers him but when it comes to relationships he's not quite sure how to handle them. He never had a relationship before or... A deep connection like between you. So the new feelings are quite a challenge for this young man.

▫️Your relationship consists of a lot blushing, giggling and awkward situations. But that's no issue since every day you both get more comfortable with your feelings and touches. You two grow together and explore your relationship.

▫️You kinda like how Dan Heng relates to your feelings. He understands whenever you feel a little weird and you totally get how he feels when he blushes and feels embarrassed. It's a benefit and misunderstandings are a rare occurrence.

▫️March and Himeko are very supportive and give each of you advice if something goes wrong or you want to express something. Dan Heng started reading romance books in secret so he knows how to take you on nice dates or make you happy. Of course he knows most of it is fiction but as long as it doesn't come off as too cheesy he achieved his goal.

▫️Most of the time you stay on the express and enjoy your time. You spend a lot of time reading and listening to music. Sometimes you play with Pompom together. Dan Heng smiles more often since you two are a passionate couple.

🍃... 𝑮𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒖

▫️As we all know this guy does blush a lot and it increases when you both get to know each other. He finds you adorable and your shyness makes you even cuter. That you're introverted means he has to protect you from fewer people so more time for the two of you.

▫️He'll be the lead most of the time. He plans dates in quiet areas. You know he puts a lot of effort in your relationship and to make it up to him, you cook nice dishes and gift them to Gepard. His cheeks flush and he thanks you greatly. He loves how you use your time to be creative and your proud face brings him joy.

▫️Be aware that this man is a touchy man. He hugs you a lot and seeks for your attention. You don't mind it since he gives you the hugs you need anyways. Because he's so open and honest about his love towards you, you feel loved and cherished. You don't feel pressured to do anything or overcome your shyness since he's always there and you know that.

▫️Gepard is so kind and gentle that you grow out of your shyness due to his touches and adoration. It happens naturally and with time. He never said he's bothered by your hesitation and he never expressed such emotions as well. Of course he wants you to feel free but it's no use pushing you into a cage full of pressure. Rather he loves you to soften you up.

▫️Still he blushes frequently and is also embarrassed on a daily. It makes you two laugh and have fun. Even the awkward and goody situations are a good lesson and strengthen your bond.

🍃... 𝑰𝒕𝒕𝒐

▫️You're safe with him. Itto has a soft spot for you and he'll handle you like a bubble. He's carful and loving with you, always giving you a warm smile and a peck on the shoulder. He knows you're shy.

▫️He confessed first and you're glad he caught your small hints. You didn't want to be too obvious with your crush but he picked the signs up and asked you straight up to be his partner. He makes life easier for you. Honestly you always thought he was more oblivious but turns out he pays attention to every single detail about you.

▫️Itto is a warm person and you appreciate how much he wants to show you the world. Itto wants you to explore so many things since you didn't experience much due to your introverted and shy personality. He'll take you to great restaurants, breathtaking spots to admire the sunset or nice hotels. He knows the golden spots.

▫️On your journey you soften up and are more confident to maybe order ice cream or ask Itto to get you something. Itto is so supportive that he'll buy you the thing you want thrice.

▫️When you get invited to events by your friends he comes along with you. Whenever your mood changes negativity he'll drag you out of the occasion and enjoys the silence with you. He knows loud music and many people exhaust you. You love this man so deeply for being caring yet funny.

[faces-ofvenus]

NSFW Alphabet with Aegon: ABCD

Parte: two

Author's warnings: minors do not read, it contains explicit sexual content with somewhat detailed scenes, if you don't like it either just don't read it.

Aftercare:

After sex Aegon would just be so lazy, more so than he would ever normally be with any woman he would have laid with, but something about you allowed him to be more relaxed and so much procrastinating to do the smallest act there is, no matter how dirty or stinky you are, He usually loves to lay his head on your breasts or neck, or in a kind of conch, but if you want to of course fall asleep on his torso or with your head resting on his neck, he wouldn't object.

If you wanted to wash or clean yourself you would have to make him first let go, an almost impossible task, after sex this man is just needy to the extreme, you tease him how he stays in the palm of your hand, how he purrs when you try to get free and just squeezes you tighter to himself, questioned why you want to get out of the situation, obviously you argue that it's because they were totally sweaty and the tissues were so dirty... But it doesn't work, he is stubborn and most of the time you end up sedating him.

You don't talk much either, you are panting and just want to enjoy each other in silence, plus your throat is already hurting a bit and hoarse even too much for reasons a bit too lewd, so you just listen to each other's breathing, until you both fall asleep.

Body parts:

Your body part in Aegon would be his hair for sure, sexually or not, but speaking in a nsfw way the way it looks beautiful when you squeeze it, how its little white waves make so many twists around your fingers, how it arches its head and gives you room to suck and mark his neck especially when you are on top, the way he lets out lewd sounds and words from the prince's mouth, you wonder what it would be like for your family to see him like this, to see that with one pull he gets all weepy, and how it makes him so submissive, he calls you so many names when his hand is in your hair, apart from the fact that you also love how they get a little damp from sweating and the only physical activity he can master.

Aegon's favorite part of his body, there are so many, but oh how he loves his ass, he loves, maybe I've already said this in another post, but I'll say it again, the way it feels perfectly well in his big hands, how he loves to squeeze it, hold it during sex, mark it, bite it, smack it, he loves when it's up there offering itself to him, and saying that he's the only one that can touch it, he loves to see when he enters her pussy and they're there for him to hold and support, maybe it's his favorite sight of all time, he thinks about them every moment of the day, and that's why usually you to tease him tends to grind your ass on his cock in public, it drives him so crazy, he just wants that damn piece of cloth that separates him from his source of desire and devotion to go away, and the bunch of people around you to go along with it.

Cum:

Aegon is totally such an eclectic person if that can fit, I don't think so but he likes everything that involves cum, he loves to come inside you, to feel your liquid mixing with his beloved's, to see how you welcome him with open arms, he likes it when you moan and tell him to come deep inside you, that you fill him up, you don't think about having children, but imagining his seed deep inside you pregnant, It turns him on for a moment and frankly makes him want to cum even more, you tend to do a lot of rounds, so he usually ends up pretty tired at some point whenever he takes his cock out of you, a bunch of cum always comes out, and slides down your thigh, he then talks with lustful eyes about how much he will have to fill you up again because of that, and neither he nor you seem very sad at the idea.

Dirty secret:

A not so secret secret is the fact that he wants to have public sex with you, not exactly getting caught, but the thought of the two of you I don't know at some party just secretly fucking is so weird and just unreal that someone wouldn't see you, apart from the fact that you make so much noise that even the person with the worst hearing in the room would hear, and not even loud music could drown out the sounds, he has had sex in places like the kitchen or something, his dirty little secret is totally bound up in powerful people picking on you, your brother, your sister, your parents or some lord, he doesn't mind fucking with a maid watching, he would get a little irritated at being interrupted and to preserve his privacy they would quickly disappear, but he couldn't say the same for a lady of the big house, or any of his brothers.

[stargirlsmooch]

good boy

camboy!bucky barnes x fem!reader

the good boy trilogy - part 1

you and bucky have known each other for a little while, but you both still have your secrets. what happens when you find out what bucky does on friday nights? and what goes on when he realises that you may not be as naive as you seem? very smutty! 18+ 2.2k words.

Since leaving the marines, Bucky has had so much free time that he doesn’t know what to do with it. Take up a new hobby? No. Make some new friends? No. Learn to play an instrument? No.

Instead, he likes to torture you at the bookshop you work at: following you around when you’re restocking shelves and chatting to you whilst you serve all the other customers. You fully embrace his presence in your day, sitting with him in the local coffee shop on your break and saving him books that you think he might like.

That’s how your special relationship flourished: you’d give the books you liked to Bucky, he’d read them too and then the both of you would spend hours texting back and forth about your favourite parts. And, maybe you had ignored him for a few days when he said something particularly unpleasant about your favourite novel.

But when Bucky brought you your favourite, a salted caramel latte, before your shift at the shop, you totally forgot your petty argument and apologised for ignoring him. “I was worried about you, sweetheart.” he’d said, thinking you’d forgotten about him. 

Having never had much romantic attention before, you were embarrassingly unaware of Bucky’s attraction to you, and whilst you were waiting for him to make the first move, he was waiting for you to recognise his interest- which was never going to happen. 

Bucky thought you were the most naive girl ever to hit the earth, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Every Friday night, you’d log onto your most favourite website and fuck yourself endlessly for your favourite cam boy- The Winter Soldier. 

The sexiest man you had ever seen. Obviously, you had only ever seen his body, perfectly sculpted and covered from top to bottom in the most intricate tattoos- he was a girl’s wet dream personified. You always wondered if Bucky had tattoos, it would probably make you fall harder for him if he did, but since you had only known him for a few months (and all of those months were in winter) you’d only ever seen him with long sleeves. 

You and your soldier's Friday night sessions were private since you’d been a fan for so long, you’d tip him everything you could in his public streams, just begging to be noticed. And thank the lord he did notice you, you were growing tired and jealous of him conversing with all the other girls online and leaving you out. 

Little tears of frustration would bead at the corners of your eyes whenever you had to watch him fist his cock and moan another woman’s name. He was so sweet and submissive with you now, following your orders accordingly and giving you an adorable “thank you, mommy” whenever you let him cum. 

So whilst Bucky had this picture of you in his mind: an endearing and lovable bookseller, so complaint and pure- the perfect girl, he really couldn’t get further from the truth; you relished in the power you had when you were dominant, sexy and mysterious. 

Every time he called you a pet name, he thought it went straight over your head but instead, you were imagining if it was you calling him cutesy names, devaluing his masculinity until he was like putty in your hands. 

Almost every night before bed, you’d imagine Bucky there next to you, begging you to touch him and please him. You’d be the best he ever had, giving him the perfect place to relax his big and muscled body- one that had been expertly trained and carved by his time in the military.

His time in the marines wasn’t something he spoke of often, or fondly, and you guessed that it was probably his last resort after leaving high school. And that was true, Bucky had had no idea what to do when he left school- there were just too many options to choose from, and so he chose to follow his best friend into the army. 

Years later, he was left battered and bruised after almost losing his arm, and with his inheritance, moved to a small town outside of New York to live out the rest of his days.

The story was different for you- you were a town native and had just returned after finishing college. Whilst you once wished to be a famous author in the big neighbouring city, you were happily co-owning the village’s only bookshop with one of your closest friends for now. 

That was another thing that you loved about your slowly-blossoming relationship with Bucky- the age difference, it drove you crazy. Whilst Bucky had just passed forty, you weren’t even 25 yet, and that made your imaginations just that more erotic. A bigger, older man calling you “mommy”? It couldn’t get more perfect. 

Sitting across from Bucky with a gingerbread latte in hand (Bucky had bought it for you, saying it was time to step out of your comfort zone of salted caramel), you listened to him give a detailed account of how he felt reading one of your favourites, Normal People by Sally Rooney. 

“... and I just couldn’t get over the fact that it had no speech marks.” He whined, leaning back in his chair and putting the book down in front of him on the table. Your eyes widened as you saw what he had done to your copy, picking it up and smoothing out the corners that he’d folded over. 

“Bucky! What have I told you about using a bookmark? Stop defiling my books!” You said. “And with regards to the punctuation… I think you should stop being a prescriptivist snob.” 

He rolled his eyes at you, picking up his coffee again and taking a sip as you took a gulp of yours. “So, what you up to tonight, sugar?” 

It was Friday, which meant Winter Soldier day, and a night full of orgasms for you. A dreamy smile broke out across your lips as you thought about the day ahead of you, and all the fun you were going to have later. You zoned out, forgetting about Bucky’s question.

Bucky saw the reaction form on your face and a violent feeling of jealousy took over him, sitting deep in his chest and causing his face to transform into a deep frown. “What?” He asked, more harshly than he intended.

You turned to him, that lovely smile still stuck on your face (to his dismay) and your mug raised halfway between the table and your mouth, “Huh?”

“Who’s got you smiling like that, sweetheart?” Bucky said, rolling up his sleeves and resting his elbows on the table as he began twisting his rings on his fingers. You loved it when he did that, it gave you an excuse to stare at his glorious hands and imagine what he could do to you with them. 

Whilst you were thinking over a little white lie to tell Bucky (obviously not being able to tell him what you were actually doing tonight), you noticed the way his forearms flexed. But what you failed to notice until a few seconds later were his tattoos… you’d never seen them before.

They littered almost every inch of visible skin, except for his hands, and you thought they were beautiful. The way they wrapped around the muscles and the eerie colourlessness of them satisfied you- they made him look so masculine. You couldn’t stop imagining him on his knees for you, those hands holding your thighs apart as he dove inbetween them.

You grabbed his arm gently and moved closer to him on the leather bench seat you were both sitting on, so your thigh was pressed against his. Tingles pulsated through his skin where you touched him, “You like them, sugar?” 

“Mhm… I do. I didn’t know you had tattoos. I love tattoos.” You said truthfully (nothing turned you on more), rubbing your thumb over the inked skin. 

You were reminded of your Winter Soldier, and all the drawings that marred his perfect body: the two little doves that rested on his collar bone, the crown of thorns that ran right around his torso, but your favourite, and arguably the funniest, were the words “lucky you” tattooed just above his pubic bone. 

“My friend, he has a pretty funny tattoo.” You said, giggling at the memory of the first time you saw it and the story Winter had told you about it being the punishment of him losing a bet against one of his friends, Sam.

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

“It’s words “lucky you”... just above his dick.” You said, pointed to the area on your body and laughing quietly. You were looking down at your tummy when Bucky’s face took on his reaction, no one apart from his viewers (and the few women he’d been with) had see that tattoo, and Bucky had obviously never slept with you, so that left one possibility.

You were a viewer. 

Settling on your bed with your vibrator and your dildo laid next to you, you opened your laptop and quickly logged in to the website. Your body was physically shaking with excitement, you had been waiting all week to see your boy again and it was only minutes away- your pussy was already throbbing with the anticipation of being nice and full again. 

A little while later, Winter popped up on your screen, in all his naked and tattooed glory with his thick glistening cock in his hand. You wimpered at the sight of its leaking head, fat beads of precum dripping down the length to his balls. 

Your mouth watered at view in front of you, imagining the feeling of it hitting your g-spot and forcing your tight walls apart over and over as you rode him. 

“Hi, mommy.” He said, and just like that your resolve broke and you moaned. 

You turned on your microphone, “Hey, baby. You doing okay?” 

Bucky recognised your voice immediately. How did he not realise before that is was you? The only woman he has ever and will ever submit to has been his sweet Y/n this whole time. The pure realisation caused him to fist his cock harder and faster.

“No, baby. Mommy didn’t tell you to go faster, did she?” You whispered, giggling at the way his hand loosened obediently. “Good boy.” 

“Yes, I’m your good boy, Y/n.”

Your hand stopped on its path down to your clit, dropping onto your soft tummy in shock and gripping the material of your shirt. What the fuck? Winter only ever referred to you by your title, you had never told him your name, he only knew your username.

“Mommy… I meant Mommy.” Bucky said, trying to save himself… but he was in too deep now. He dropped his head into his hands and looked directly at the camera, showing you his face (online) for the first time. 

He knew it was you… so what was the point in hiding anymore? He was tired of pretending he wasn’t attracted to you.

Bucky expected the call to end, maybe a brief goodbye… but what he definitely didn’t expect was for your face to appear on his screen in front of him. You turned on your webcam, looked straight into the lens and said, “Did Mommy tell you to stop, baby?” 

He couldn’t resist your instruction, wrapping his hand around himself right away and moving it along his length nice and fast- just the way you always asked him to. His other hand reached down to cup his balls, heavy in his hand as he squeezed them.

“That’s it, baby. You know what Mommy likes, don’t you?” You asked, knowing you wouldn’t get a reply from the man on the other end of the call- sometimes he was just so desperate to touch himself that he lost all other sense around him, just focusing on pleasing you. 

“What are you thinking about, sweetie? You gonna tell Mommy?” 

You couldn’t take your eyes off Bucky’s face, watching the way he winced as he tried to hold back his orgasm, and the way his hand slowed when he was too close. He was so pretty, the prettiest boy you had ever seen. 

As Bucky escaped his sex-filled haze, he finally answered you- “Thinking about… about Mommy bouncing on my cock. You’d feel so good, so tight.” 

“Mhm. You thinking about me taking you in my pussy or my ass, honey? Which hole are you gonna choose?” You said, laughing at how Bucky’s eyes widened. “You didn’t think I was this slutty, did you?”

“No, Mommy.” 

“You’re so naive, baby. Mommy has wanted you forever. Wanted to feel your thick cum leaking out of me since the day I met you.” 

Bucky’s pace hastened to an almost unnatural pace, his tip a nice shiny red. 

“Wish I could kiss my sweet baby. Are you gonna cum for Mommy?” 

And before you could give permission, the thick white cream gushed down the side of his cock like a perfect stream. God, you wished you could lick it all up.

As you looked at him through the screen, you smiled at his adorable little fucked-out expression and the way the sweat trickled down his abs- he always worked so hard for his Mommy. But that didn’t mean that he was always the good boy he thought he was.

“You came without asking, baby. You’re getting punished when I see you.”