#this entire situation is NOT something im brushing over

[itneverendshere]

it's my party, and i'll cry if i want to - r.c

request: I was wondering if you might write a Rafe x reader fic where Rafe forgets her birthday but then makes up with her?

you spent the entire day oscillating between disappointment and sadness. 

crying on your birthday was a common thing when you were growing up, a girlhood achievement. everyone did it.

but now? now that you had rafe? your birthdays were amazing. he always went out of his way to surprise you and cherish you. he would’ve never forgotten something as important as your day. 

at least you didn’t think he would, until today. yeah, long-distance had been tough on both of you since college started, and while rafe usually tried his best to make you feel special, today was different.

it had been radio silence. no messages. no missed calls. not even an instagram story reaction. and now, it was already past midnight, the day officially over. your birthday had come and gone, and he hadn’t acknowledged it once.

you lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to rationalize the situation. 

maybe something came up. maybe he had a family emergency or got caught up in one of his class projects. you wanted to believe that. rafe had never been perfect, but he had always tried when it came to you. this, though? It felt like a gigantic slap in the face. 

the soft sound of your door creaking open startled you from your thoughts. your heart raced in your chest, confused. you lived alone off-campus—no one ever came by unannounced. you sat up, wiping at your tired eyes, and just as you were about to call out, you saw him.

rafe stood there, looking haggard, his clothes slightly wrinkled, his hair messy from a long day. but the sight of him, standing in your doorway, made your heart stop. he was there. in person.

“rafe?” you nearly gasped, “what—what are you doing here?”

his blue eyes were filled with guilt, brows furrowed, he looked like he’d been through hell and back. he dropped his duffel bag onto the floor and took a hesitant step toward you. “baby—” his voice cracked. “’m so fucking sorry.”

you blinked, trying to process what was happening. “sorry for what? for not calling? for forgetting? for ignoring me all day?” you didn’t mean for your voice to sound so broken, but goddamit it was your birthday. and you spent it all alone because you were too depressed to step foot outside your stupid apartment without a text from him.

he took another step forward, closing the distance between you. “didn’t forget, baby. i swear. i was trying to surprise you, i was supposed to be here hours ago, but—” he sighed deeply, running a frustrated hand through his messy hair. “everything went to shit.”

your brow furrowed in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“i booked a flight,” he explained quietly, sitting down on the edge of your bed, his knee brushing against yours. “wanted to fly in and surprise you, to spend the whole day with you for your birthday. i didn’t want to say anything because i thought it’d be more special if i just showed up, y’know? but god must hate me or some bullshit.”

you watched him carefully, your heart beating faster, unsure where he was going with this.

“the flight got delayed—twice. then it got canceled. i spent hours trying to get on another one, but there were no other options. by the time i finally landed, it was already after midnight.” he looked down at his hands, which were fidgeting nervously. “and i know that’s no excuse, but—”

“why didn’t you call me?” you asked, “you could’ve let me know.”

rafe let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “couldn’t. my phone, uh, it broke.”

“what?” you asked, not sure if you heard him correctly.

“yeah.” he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. “when the flight got canceled for the second time, i—uh—i might’ve thrown my phone against a wall. i was so pissed baby, so stressed because i knew i was ruining the surprise, and then…i couldn’t even call or text you. i was stuck.”

you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. the image of rafe, frustrated and angry at an airport, throwing his phone in a fit of rage was almost too ridiculous to believe. 

“so, you didn’t forget?” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. you spent the entire day making up scenarios in your head, about how maybe he’d gotten tired of being with you, how maybe he had found someone new back in college.

“no, god, no,” he shook his head fervently. “i’d never forget your birthday.”

the sincerity in his voice made you want to cry like a baby all over again. there was still the lingering ache of loneliness and insecurity, of the day you spent thinking he had.

“i thought…” you swallowed, unable to hold back the tears, “i thought you didn’t care anymore. that we weren’t… enough. i was scared,” you admitted after a long pause. “that maybe you were pulling away. maybe we weren’t working anymore.”

rafe’s brows furrowed, and he quickly shook his head. “no. never. we’re working, okay? this long-distance bullshit—it sucks. but you and me? it’s forever, okay?”

you nodded slowly, “i really missed you.”

his expression dropped at your words, and in an instant, he was pulling you into his arms, holding you tightly against him. his scent, the feel of him, it was all so familiar, so comforting. you buried your face in his chest.

“shh, baby,” he murmured, his hand running soothingly through your hair as he kissed the top of your head. “’m so sorry. i never meant to hurt you. fuck, i hate that i made you feel like that. i wanted today to be perfect for you.”

you sniffled, trying to calm your breathing as you clung to him. “it wasn’t perfect.”

“i know,” he whispered, “i messed up. should’ve found a way to reach you, should’ve figured it out. you don’t deserve that, not on your birthday, not ever.”

he had tried. he had wanted to be here. and while it hadn’t gone the way either of you planned, his presence now, his arms around you, felt like all you needed.

“you threw your phone?” you asked, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite everything.

rafe’s face flushed with embarrassment, but he chuckled softly. “yeah, it wasn’t my proudest moment, shattered pretty badly. i don’t even know if I can get it fixed.”

“that’s so stupid.”

he laughed softly at your words, the sound rumbling through his chest where you were still nestled. his arms tightened around you just a little, as if he was scared you might slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough. “i was so pissed, baby. i thought I was ruining everything.”

you pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, your eyes red and puffy from the tears you’d been holding in all day. “you did ruin it,” you teased softly, though there was no real bite behind your words.

rafe still winced even thought he could tell you were joking, “maybe i could’ve borrowed someone’s phone at the airport, or... i don’t know, sent a smoke signal or something.”

it wasn’t the grand birthday surprise he’d been planning, and it wasn’t the perfect day you had imagined, but right now, having him here—seeing how much he cared—it was starting to feel like enough.

you snorted, “smoke signal, huh?”

he smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at you as you audibly cooed at his dimples, "yeah, or, like... maybe hired a skywriter? whatever it took. i would've done anything to get to you."

you chuckled softly, wiping at your eyes, the lingering tears drying up now, “so dramatic.”

“’m serious,” he insisted as he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing softly over your cheeks. “i’d swim across the damn ocean for you if i had to. swear to god, baby. nothing was going to stop me from getting here.”

the love in his eyes took your breath away. he wasn’t just saying it to make you feel better; you could see in his face, that he meant every word. the frustration and desperation of the day had taken its toll on him too. he had been trying so hard to be with you, to make your day special, and in that moment, you know much he hated that he couldn’t.

“you’ll make me cry again,” you groaned, feeling your heart swell with emotion. it wasn’t perfect, but the lengths he had gone to just to be with you made you want to kiss him stupid. he was here now, holding you like you were his entire world.

he leaned forward, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm on your lips as he murmured, “’m sorry i messed it up. i hate that you spent the day feeling like i didn’t care. you mean everything to me.”

tour chest tightened, “i felt so alone, didn’t know what to think.”

“i know,” he replied softly, his hands gently holding your face. “but sweetheart, i don’t care if we’re a thousand miles apart, i’ll always be here when you need me. ’m not going anywhere.”

the tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they weren’t from sadness, only from the overwhelming love you felt for him, for the boy who would go to any lengths just to be by your side.

“i love you,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly as you spoke the words.

rafe smiled, his eyes softening as he kissed you gently, his lips lingering against yours in a slow, tender moment. “i love you too. so much.”

you sighed into the kiss, your hands reaching up to tangle in his messy hair, pulling him closer. the pressure that had been sitting in your chest all day seemed to disappear as his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, as if he could keep all the hurt and disappointment away just by being near. it was just rafe—his hands gripping you like he couldn’t imagine to let you go, his lips coaxing out all the tension and loneliness you’d felt throughout the day. 

when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours again, his lips curving into a playful smirk. “so… about the whole swimming across the ocean thing. think you’d be impressed?”

you giggled, rolling your eyes. “you’d probably drown halfway.”

“oh? so what i’m hearing is you don’t want your present.”

you nudged him playfully with your elbow. “i deserve at least three.”

“you want more presents now? greedy.”

you crossed your arms, trying to maintain your teasing tone despite the closeness, “you haven’t even wished me a happy birthday.”

he leaned back, elbows hitting the mattress as his lips morphed into a shit-eating grin, “was planning on doing it inside of you.”

you slapped his stomach, “don’t be disgusting.”

rafe’s grin only grew wider, clearly proud of himself. “just for you, baby,” he teased, sitting up to lean in close again, his lips ghosting over yours as he added in a low whisper, “happy birthday.”

the low timber in his voice and that god-sent southern drawl sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you forgot all about the worst birthday of your life. the way he was looking at you now, like you were the only person in the world that mattered, made everything else seem insignificant.

“you’re lucky you’re hot,” you murmured, kissing him softly, your lips brushing against his with a tenderness that made his heart do that funny thing.

“damn right,” he mumbled against your mouth, kissing you back with more fervor, his hands slipping around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. “gonna make it up to you. all of it.”

you could only tilt your head back slightly as he kissed his way down your neck, your hands fisting in his hair, “i have class at 8.”

“nah,” he breathed against your skin, nose running up your neck, “you’re not leaving this bed for the next twenty-four hours.”

you couldn't help but smile as his lips trailed over your skin, “twenty-four hours?” you repeated breathlessly, your fingers tugging lightly at his hair, your heart fluttering. “you think i’ll skip class for you?”

he grinned against your collarbone, his breath hot and teasing, “know you will,” he murmured, his hands wandering over your sides, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. “i’ll make it worth your while.”

a soft laugh escaped you, "you're so cocky.”

"confident," he corrected with a smirk, lifting his head to meet your gaze. he brushed a stray tear from your cheek, his touch soft despite his rough hands, “i’ll spend the rest of the night making it up to you. making sure you know just how much i love you.”

leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him beneath your hands. 

“i love you,” you whispered against his lips, your voice barely a breath, but in that moment, you knew he heard every word.

“i love you more.”

[whorefordean]

Can you write some Dean Winchester head canons, preferably smutty ones if you’re up to it ☺️

for how often i think about being absolutely annihilated by this man, this took entirely too long to write. my apologies.

anywho... these are all actually factual because i say so!

p.s i apologize for this being so short :/

18+ mdni below the cut

- i stand by the fact that if you don't go on a hunt with dean, this man is sending dick pics or constantly asking you for nudes. usually, you send them just because it's fun, but sometimes you like to tease dean about it.

"but sweetheart, there's no telling how long this case is gonna take," he'll whine over the phone when sam leaves the room for a few hours to go interview a witness or something.

"dean, it's been less than twenty-four hours. i think you'll survive."

"what if i die from blue balls?"

"goodbye, dean."

"wait-" click. dean pouts when you end the call. it doesn't last long though because his phone chimes a few minutes later with a photo from you, followed by a text. "don't die on me."

he one thousand percent sends you a picture a few minutes later of his cum covered hand and cock.

————

-maybe i'm projecting but i think dean gets into the habit of waking you up in the middle of the night because he wakes up horny, like he has a wet dream about you, and bless his heart, he tries so hard to not wake you up. so he starts listing monsters in his head, and analyzes the lyrics to his favorite song. man even tries counting sheep just to distract himself.

but it's no use. so instead, dean starts rubbing your arm softly, cooing your name in an effort to wake you up. you might stir a little, just to get closer to him, but dean hisses when you toss your leg over his waist, brushing against his dick.

he's gripping your thigh tight and then he's biting down lightly on your shoulder, pulling you from your sleep. he almost feels bad for waking you up when you pout at him, but you shift against his cock again, making him groan as all his empathy is flying out the window.

"what's wrong, dean?" you're asking innocently while sitting up, still not having noticed his situation.

"fuck, sweetheart," he grunts in your ear. you look so confused but so pretty as dean stares up at you. before you can breathe he's shoving his lips onto yours and pulling you to sit on his lap. you moan when you feel his cock rubbing against your clothed pussy.

"fuck, dean, again?" you question, choking on a moan. it's the third time this week that he's woken you up like this.

"it's a wasted dream if it's not about me being buried deep inside you," he smirks proudly.

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- dean finds out that you like listening to audio porn (in badjhur we trust) so he records some for you. finds out what your favorite tags are somehow and incorporates those into it. (the tongue clicks 🫣)

- dean is so used to slapping your ass at home that he will do it constantly in public. he doesn’t even smirk about it like he does at home. just stares at you with wide im sorry eyes while you glare at him with that so help me god look.

- dean is a munch. will spend all day buried between your thighs just because he can. you’re begging him to stop. whining bc it’s too much and he’s just all heavy breathing as he stares up at you. sweetheart please, i missed you. he’ll give the same excuse every time, even though he’s only been gone for maybe an hour to do a beer run.

- dean is soooo into face sitting. he’s definitely the type that will force you to actually sit because he does take personal offense if you hover.

- he's so into free use. you can't tell me different. getting to use and play with his sweetheart whenever he wants? say less.

- also he loves to cum inside you and make you cockwarm him after so none of it leaks out

-oh my god. he burns you a cd called "sexy time with my sweetheart." and now he refuses to listen to any of the songs on it outside of the bedroom because he's conditioned to get hard when he hears them.

[c3berus]

Kia ora! Are you able to write about 141 having tall!reader bf. What was their initial reaction when they first met Him? Besides, it’s quite hard to find someone when you’re too tall😔😔.

(I’m 6’5🥲. sorry if some of the words don’t make sense, had to just guess some the words, English ain’t my first language)

Can I be 🫀anon?

OF COURSE! WELCOME 🫀ANON. TALL PEOPLE UNITE!

they met you when you all had to work together to catch some terrorist. they all sat around the table, silently chatting with each other at a meeting waiting to meet you. and when you walked in lets say you were definitely a nice surprise. From the way you slightly had to tilt your head to enter the room to in johnnys words you walked like your dick hurt to carry.

they were immediately interested in you.

simon was particularly bothered by it but not mad at it. he liked how you looked down and titled your head at any words he spoke. or when you would brush your hands over his waist to get by him. it left him wanting you more.

kyle insisted you worked out with him so he could yander at your muscles. he’d ask if you could workout with him as an added weight which eventually would turn into you fucking him into the sparing mat, roughly pushing his head into the sparring mat with the sounds of your dick bullying into him.

johnny wasn’t even the tiniest bit ashamed of the way he’d feel you up and stare you down. he’d make comments on how you hand to be some type of giant, or how you shouldve went to wrestling. if you’re above him in rank, he’d come into your office and situate himself on your lap despite your series of ‘not now’s’ and ‘im busy’s’ and put your hand into his pants letting you feel how riled up and leaky he was for you and he whined into your ear about how he wanted you to have him.

and price, the ever so sweet price, he’d try to be respectful he’d greet you with coffee or tea, he’d cook you dinner on base and let you sit in his office as you worked on reports but nothing up above would help him when he trailed his eyes to your dick in the joined base showers. he didn’t even think he’d need any help the way you were fucking the pleas out of him like you were his god.

and let you have a particularly raspy and deep voice?? they’re squirming in their chairs.

if you harbored a bit of broken English?? they didn’t mind, in fact simon often teased you about it like the little shit show he was. you’d often bite back saying something about brits back.

BUT what really sealed the deal for them was how protected and secure you made them feel.

you remembered when ghost ordered a recruit to explain why he was late and the recruit gave some half assed excuse why, before marching off like a little shit and giggling with his lads about why he was actually late. you overheard it was because he was being a creep trying to hit on the female recruits. they didn’t notice that you had heard their entire conversation. until it was time to dismiss and you called him back, forcing him to push his body to the absolute limit. that soon earned him the call sign mute because everytime you were present he wouldn’t utter a single word.

[whoreanghae]

wedding ; jeon wonwoo

genre - fake relationship, friends to lovers, kinda slow burn

wordcount - 8.6k

disclaimers - lowercase on purpose, no proofreading, fic under the cut, female/feminine aligned reader, mentions of alcohol and being drunk

a/n - this one has been in the works for a loooong time, finally got the energy to finish it! hope you enjoy, i put a lot of work into this one. happy holidays! <3

you put down your phone with a sigh. your mother had just given you a call to let you know that one of your cousins was getting married in a month, and your mother wanted to let you know the plan for their wedding early on so you could get started on planning your trip back to your hometown. she gave you dates and dressing codes, and other wedding things that blended together into one blur in your head as you mindlessly responded to your mothers queries and requests. 

one of the things she brushed over was the fact that you had to bring a date for the entire wedding. the ceremony, the dinner, the dance, you always had to have someone on your arm. it was a rule that your cousin was apparently very adamant about. in the blur of questions from your mother, you had accidently answered a question that you should have saved for a later time, when you hadn’t been just getting home from a 2 hour long exam.

“so, y/n, you do have a date right?”

“yes, i do.”

your mother gasped, bringing herself to a conclusion that you had not written. “my baby has a boyfriend? oh, how sweet!” her coos were quickly pushed aside when you heard a door creak open on her end of the line, followed by your fathers voice asking her if she was ready for dinner. your mother quickly said goodbye as you pressed the red ‘end call’ button, and the reality of the belief your mother was under finally pieced together in your head.

your family are expecting you to show up at a family gathering with a boyfriend you do not have.

you leaned forward, elbows digging into your knees as you tangled your hands in your hair. every thought of how you could fix this raced through your head at once, but every solution made less sense than the last. in the end, you came to the conclusion that you would have to find someone willing to be your boyfriend for a weekend, which is a statement that is easier said than done. 

- 

laughter echoed around the room as you sat on the sofa of hoshi’s apartment with your head in your hands. while you thought the entire situation was simply traumatic, everyone else thought it was hilarious. some of them had pity, but even the sympathetic ones were stifling their laughter as they comforted you. 

you couldnt help but laugh along at the absurdity of the entire thing. it was really something that could only happen to you. 

“guys, i seriously have no idea what to do! its not like i can just rent a boyfriend for a couple days!” dokyeom was holding onto mingyus arm as he laughed so hard he was out of breath. joshua faked a serious face as he looked towards you. “thats not true, im sure you could rent hoshi for the right price.” 

you sighed a dramatic, exasperated sigh as you flopped back onto hoshis sofa, staring at the ceiling as you laughed. the laughter fizzled out and everyone realized it was getting late. 

“i should probably get going and try to find a desperate guy who would free up a weekend to go to my cousins wedding with me.” you laughed as you stood up, brushing your hair back behind you. wonwoo stood up with you. “y/n, i could give you a ride home, since its the same building anyways.” you smiled and nodded towards him as you said goodbye to everyone and followed wonwoo to his car. 

the ride back to your apartment building was quiet, with the low radio being the only sound filling the car. car rides with wonwoo always had a peaceful silence, never awkward. it was comfortable. 

you thought over the sentence a thousand and one times in your head before you finally broke the silence. “uh, wonwoo.. can i ask you, um, a big favour?” you looked down at your hands before looking over at the man next to you, a grin now plastered across his face as he glanced in your direction. “i wonder what this could be?” he said, followed by a chuckle. your ears turned pink as you fiddled with your fingers in your lap, a smile wide on your face to match his.

you took a deep breath before finally asking, “wonwoo, could you be my date to my cousins wedding?” you smiled over at him from the passenger seat, trying your best to look convincing enough for him to say yes. all things considered, something must have worked. “of course i will, it’d be an honour to be your boyfriend for a couple days.” the pink flush on your ears travelled all across your face as you smiled ear to ear. he parked at your apartment complex as you leaned over and wrapped your arms around his neck. “thank you so so so much wonwoo!” he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist and lightly squeezing as you pulled away and opened the car door. “ill send you all the details when i know all the details,” you told wonwoo as you walked into your apartment building together. he nodded as he pressed the button for the elevator. “hopefully ill be able to impress your family.” you and wonwoo smiled at each other as the elevator door beeped open and you stepped inside. 

-

you sat at your dinner table, a notepad and pen sitting in front of you. your mother had just called and informed you of all the details of the wedding, and you decided that it would make your life easier if you wrote down everything she said this time. she gave you details on where everyone would stay, the timeline of events, and every little thing in between. the phone call had lasted for at least 20 minutes. you had always said, your mother was nothing if not thorough. after overlooking the list in front of you, you picked up your phone and typed a text.

y/n : hey, are u busy rn?

wonu 🐱 : I’m at practice, is everything ok?

y/n : oh yeah its fine, its just stuff about the wedding. call me when you get home :)

wonu 🐱 : Will do. :)

while you waited for wonwoo to finish practice, you absentmindedly scrolled on your phone. as you did, you saw countless pictures of people from your hometown posting pictures with their significant others. you liked their pictures and kept scrolling, but the photos made you feel.. off. since you had moved away from your hometown, you hadnt had any relationships. you had met people, but nothing ever amounted to anything more than a coffee date or a study session at your campus library. you were just always so busy with school and spending time with the boys that you had simply never sought out a relationship in your years of living away from your family. while you were content with your independence, seeing photos of couples happy and in love made you feel left out. not envy, just a feeling of ‘i would be happy with what they have’. 

since starting university, romance has been on your back burner to say the least. you had barely considered your own feelings between exams and essays. maybe this was why every time your friends caught someone checking you out, or blatantly flirting with you, your response was always “really? i didnt notice.” your group of friends from university had always been suspicious of your relationship with the 13 men you spend most of your freetime with. they were convinced that if you did end up having a secret relationship, it would be with one of them. you shut down the accusations every time, insistent that they were just friends. and thats all they were. just friends.

breaking you out of your mindless scrolling, your phone rang. you shook out of your daze as you accepted the call. “hey! how was practice?” wonwoo groaned dramatically. “you dont even understaaaand!” you laughed and shook your head at his complaining. “but im sure ill make it. alright, whats the deal with the wedding?” he said, leaving his dramatics behind. “yes! okay, so there is one major difference than what i was told.. it will be a whole week, not just the weekend. if you cant make it its fine i understa-” wonwoo cut you off. “oh thats okay! i dont mind.” you paused in shock. “you dont mind? like you dont mind being a fake couple for a week?” you had expected him to back out, not because he was unreliable, but because it was a big thing to agree to. but, wonwoo insisted. “im serious! id be happy to, itd be nice to get out of this place for a bit and spend time with your family.” lots of people saw wonwoo as being a cold person, but anyone who knows him knows hes a huge softie. you were overjoyed at wonwoos willingness to do this for you. 

you went on to explain everything to wonwoo, as he listened attentively and was eager to help you and your family in any way he was able to. the wedding was on a thursday afternoon in the middle of june. your mother wanted you to come home a couple days before the wedding, so you decided that you would get there on the sunday before the wedding, and leave the day after the wedding. wonwoo agreed and said he could even drive (as long as you gave him directions). you had thought you had everything all in order, but wonwoo piped up with something you havent even considered up until this point.

“wait, so what about our fake relationship? we need details to make it believable.” wonwoo really was an actor at heart. until now, you had entirely forgotten that you would actually need to seem like a couple in order to be perceived as a couple. “yeah youre right, what kind of things would we have to detail though?” you both thought about the bare minimum for a second, before deciding the things you would decide on beforehand and the things you could just make up on the spot if necessary. “alright, i think we should figure out how we met and how long we’ve been together. those are the stereotypical new couple questions.” wonwoo sounded like he knew what he was talking about, so you just went along with it. “how about, we met when i was working at that convenience store on the corner, and we’ve been together… 6 months?” you were completely pulling this out of thin air, but wonwoo hummed in agreeance on the other end of the phone call. “convenience store, 6 months. sounds believable to me.” 

with everything clarified about your cousins wedding, all there was left to do was wait. well, besides finding something to wear, and packing, and tying any lose ends in your schoolwork. but other than that it was a breeze. the month did seem to fly by. in no time, you were fitting your suitcase into the trunk of wonwoo’s car and leaving to make the drive to your hometown. along the way, wonwoo made sure to ask lots of questions about your family and childhood friends, and you told him lots of stories as well. as you pulled into the driveway of your family home, you were hit with a wave of nostalgia. the house hadnt changed a bit in the years you were away. 

as you and wonwoo got out of the car and began taking your luggage out, the front door of the house swung open and your mother rushed out, eager to see you after so long. she ran down the driveway in order to engulf you in a bear hug. you laughed as she squeezed you so hard you thought youd explode. your father stood in the doorway, arms crossed and a toothy grin across his face as he leaned against the doorframe. wonwoo shut the trunk of his car, and your mothers attention immediately switched to him. you laughed as he squeezed his cheeks and gave him an equally tight bear hug. 

“oh its so nice to meet you dear! what did you say your name was?” your mother had her hands firmly planted on wonwoos shoulders as she smiled up at him. wonwoos eyes were bright and happy. “im wonwoo, its lovely to meet you mrs l/n.” your mother cooed at wonwoo as she pulled him in for another hug. she admired you and wonwoo together, until the fire alarm started blaring from the kitchen, prompting her to run past your father and back into the house. wonwoo picked up the bags as the two of you followed your mother into the house, albeit less rushed than she was.

your father automatically took a liking to wonwoo, talking to him at the table as you helped your mother finish dinner. the sight of them laughing together and your father lightly hitting wonwoos shoulder with a smile was such a warm moment. the domesticity of it all made your heart swell. with the ding of a timer, you and your mother brought the dishes over to the table and laid them in front of wonwoo and your father. wonwoo looked at the table in awe. you made sure to tell him that your mother wasnt the best at making the right portions, which was evident by the mountains of food sitting in front of you. 

your mother took her seat next to your father, and you took the one across from her, on wonwoos right. he smiled at you as you sat down, and you smiled back, trying to ignore the pink flush you could feel hazing across your face. all the time you had known wonwoo, why was being around him making you feel this way now? you quickly pushed the thought aside as your mother began asking questions between bites. 

“so, how long have you two lovebirds been together?” she had a smirk on her face as she glanced between you and wonwoo. wonwoo spoke before you got the chance. “we’ve known each other for longer, but i officially asked her to be my girlfriend 6 months ago.” the fond look on his face as he said this would make anyone melt. if you hadn’t been a part of the ruse, you wouldve never questioned the love in his eyes. damn, hes a good actor. he gazed over at you as he finished his sentence. you smiled back at him before turning to your mother. “our 6 month anniversary was actually last week.” your mother held her hands to her chest as she congratulated you both. wonwoo held your hand on the table as your mother began telling a story about how your father had originally asked her to be his girlfriend. you didnt hear much of the story over your own heartbeat ringing in your ears. wonwoos hand was warm, and much bigger than yours. you had decided that wonwoo was simply too good at acting the boyfriend role. did he have some secret girlfriend none of you knew about? was he taking classes? you tried to act casual as he rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand. you knew you couldnt overthink anything that would happen over the next week. it was all just for the act, right? right.

dinner went by in a blur, and soon you were being led to the spare room your mother had cleaned out for you and wonwoo to share. you shivered as you walked in. it was cooler in this room than the rest of the house. it wasnt major, though, so you didnt say anything to your mother about it. she smiled as she disappeared down the hallway, leaving you and wonwoo in the bedroom, alone. as soon as your mother left, wonwoo flopped down onto the bed in the middle of the room. you looked at him and laughed. he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, even though the growing smile on his face as you stood over him with your hands on your hips gave him away. you shook your head as you walked to the other side of the room where wonwoo put your bags. you rumaged through your bag for a sweater. you dug through the bag, but you couldnt find the one hoodie you swear you packed. defeated, you sat on the floor next to your bag and pulled out every item of clothing and put it in your lap. no sweater. with a frustrated sigh, you scooped everything back into your bag and stood up. at this point, wonwoo had sat up, his arms supporting his weight as he watched you get up. 

“whats wrong?” he quirked an eyebrow. you gestured to your bag. “i forgot to pack a hoodie, i swear i did, but i mustve left it on my sofa.” wonwoo thought for a second before sitting up entirely. “here, take this.” he began taking off the hoodie he was wearing, and for a second, you couldnt take your eyes off of him. as he pulled the sweater over his head, the shirt he wore underneath rose with it, revealing his bare abs. you stood watching, mouth agape. everyone had said that wonwoo worked out a lot, but you had never seen the proof for yourself. you snapped out of it as he fixed his shirt and ran one hand through his hair, passing the sweater to you in the other. “oh wonwoo, its fine, i was just gonna ask my mom for one.” but, he wouldnt take no for an answer. he tilted his head to the side as he tossed the sweater in your direction. you caught it, and he smiled that gorgeous smile youve been seeing all day.

you pulled wonwoos hoodie over your head, and you were engulfed by the smell of his cologne. the scent overtook your senses as you situated yourself into the sweater. the warmth of the material mixed with wonwoos leftover body heat warmed you up instantly. so much that when you caught wonwoo staring at you wearing his hoodie, you didnt even feel the way your face instantly heated up as you sat on the bed next to him. he moved over to give you room to move further onto the bed, and suddenly the thought of being closer to wonwoo made your heart race. 

wonwoo sat on the bed, typing away on his phone as you slid onto the mattress next to him. you watched him, focused on the message he was sending. the black tshirt he had been wearing under his hoodie was tight enough that it hugged all the parts of his body in the right ways. the way the fabric draped across his chest, and was rolled up at the sleeves. as wonwoo put his phone down and looked in your direction, you were quick to look away and take your own phone out of your pocket. luckily, he didnt seem to notice your staring. wonwoo looked past you, towards the clock above your head. “is it really that late already?” you glanced up at the time on your phone screen. “11:30? yeah, i guess.” wonwoo raised his eyebrows in surprise and stood up, leaving you by yourself on the bed. he began rummaging through his bag before pulling out a pair of sweatpants and another tshirt. he left the room without a word, presumably to go to the bathroom to change and get ready for bed. you did the same, shutting the door and quickly getting changed before he came back into the bedroom. 

after getting changed, you lightly knocked on the bathroom door so you could brush your teeth. as you did, the door swung open and you were greeted by wonwoo with a toothbrush already hanging out of his mouth. you laughed to yourself as you walked past him in order to get to the sink. as you started brushing your teeth, you straightened your back and stood next to wonwoo in the mirror. not able to easily smile, you both did your best to smile at each other with your eyes through the vanity mirror. the two of you stood there in the mirror together, before wonwoo finished up and you followed behind him not long after. 

when you walked into the bedroom, you were greeted with wonwoo creating a sort of barrier in the middle of the bed made of decorative throw pillows that your mother had laid out on the bed for when you got there. you stood in the doorway, letting him finish whatever he was doing before you began to question him. hearing the door shut, he turned around, and gestured to the bed. “i thought itd make you feel more comfortable.” you smiled at the sentiment, but you hadnt really thought to this point yet. you completely forgot about the fact that you and wonwoo would be sharing a bed for the next week. while you or wonwoo could have just slept on the sofa, the facade that you were busy putting on was more important. so, pillow barrier it was. you shivered as you snuggled under the duvet that was on the bed, still feeling that same chill that you did when you first walked into the room earlier that day. “goodnight, y/n.” wonwoos voice came from behind you. “goodnight, wonwoo.” you smiled as you said it, and wonwoo clicked the switch for the lamp, enveloping you both in the darkness of the night.

warmth. when you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the sudden warmth that you felt, compared to the chill from the night before. at first, you equated it to the shine of the sun that was streaming in through the cracks of the blinds. but it was a different warmth. you opened your eyes, curious to find the answers to your questions. somehow, as soon as your eyes fluttered open, all of your questions were answered in one glance. on the floor next to the bed laid one of your mothers decorative pillows, the ones that should have been in the middle of the bed, and not on the floor next to the (obviously broken) space heater. as you started to fully wake up, you felt slow, light breaths on the back of your neck. you also felt the arms snaked around your waist, and the hands that lightly rested on the mattress in front of you. your mind went blank. what were you supposed to do? move and wake him up? leave it and pretend it didnt happen? in the moment, you decided to go with the latter. carefully stretching towards the nightstand on your side of the bed, you grabbed your phone and pulled your arm back to your body. wonwoo stirred slightly, but stayed asleep. the clock on your phone read 6:00am, so you felt no reason to wake him up already.

you had no idea at what point in the night this had happened, but some part of you wasnt mad it happened. wonwoos body heat was enough to keep you warm, and youd be lying if you didnt like the feeling of his arms wrapping around you as you slept. the almost silent snores coming from behind you had somehow lulled you back to sleep, as you woke up 20 minutes later with your phone on the bed next to your pillow. you also noticed how your back was suddenly no longer covered, sending a shiver down your spine. when you heard the footsteps approaching the bedroom, you decided to just pretend you were still asleep instead of facing the events of the night. the door creaked and shut, as you felt the bed dip back down behind you. you didnt say anything, but soon after you felt the same arm creep back around your waist and settle back onto its previous place on the mattress. wonwoo settled into place, as did you. 

the questions in your head did make some points. if wonwoo had accidentally started cuddling you at night, why would he return to the same position while awake? how would you address this? you just decided not to. the comfort of having him flush against your back overpowered the thoughts of wanting to stop it. you never wanted the morning to end, although you knew you obviously couldn’t stay in bed all day. it was still pretty early, so you just didn’t bother to worry about getting up just yet. your strategy of pretending to be asleep had been successful before. you closed your eyes as sun began to shine more brightly through the small opening in the curtains. maybe it was just your own, but as you felt yourself drift asleep again for the second time that morning, it was as if you could feel wonwoo’s own heartbeat against your back. 

you weren’t sure how long you had slept, but you felt a light push on your shoulder as you began to feel yourself wake up again. “hey, wake up. it’s 8:00.” your eyes slowly opened as you looked over at wonwoo sitting on the edge of the bed. his hair was messy, and flat on one side. you smiled at the sight in front of you, as he scrunched his nose and ruffled his hair. god, he really was beautiful. you had always known that wonwoo was conventionally handsome. but seeing him in this context, just waking up as the sun shone on him, he was breathtaking. you quickly realized that you had been staring at him for longer than what seemed normal, so you began to sit up and try to wake up fully. you yawned and stretched as wonwoo walked in front of you to open the blinds all the way. you groaned and covered your eyes dramatically. wonwoo laughed, smiling down at you as you opened one eye and glared up at him. he picked up his clothes and made his way out of the bedroom. you watched as he left and shut the door behind him, and you sighed. this week just started, and the outcomes are already looking questionable for keeping your relationship the same as it was before. 

as you left the bathroom after brushing your teeth, the smell of breakfast filled the hallways. your mother had always been the best chef, and her cooking was one of your favourite things about coming home. you walked back to the bedroom and peeked through the door, only to notice that wonwoo was nowhere to be seen. thats when you heard your parents laughter travel up the staircase. you briefly smiled to yourself as you grabbed your phone from the bed and shoved it in your pocket. you headed downstairs and saw your parents and wonwoo sitting in the same seats as they had been the evening before. they all smiled brightly as you walked through the kitchen. “good morning sweetheart!” your mother beamed as she gestured for you to come eat. you sat down with wonwoo on your left again, and smiled at him as you reached past him for a pitcher of water to pour some into your glass. your mother gushed at this small interaction, making a comment to your father about how much the two of you remind her of them as young adults. “how did you both sleep? well rested for the festivities?” you both smiled and nodded as wonwoo spoke. “we slept well! i cant wait to meet more of your family, if they’re all like you three im in for a great week.” he grinned as your parents erupted with laughter and joy. wonwoo was always one for buttering up people, and god was he good at it. a small smile crept onto your face as your parents started telling wonwoo all about your family. you ate quietly as he sat listening intently to everything your mother was telling him.

the wedding wasnt for another two days, but your family had planned a small get-together prior just for everyone to warm up and see each other before the wedding. yourself and wonwoo had decided to just tag along with your parents rather than drive two separate cars. this party was more casual than the wedding, so you didn’t have to dress up that much. the two of you sat in silence in the backseat as your parents spoke amongst themselves. without warning, wonwoos hand made its way to your thigh, just above your knee. you looked down as his hand made contact with your skin through the rip in your jeans. he didnt bat an eye. he continued looking out the window, or looking at his phone. meanwhile, you tried to act like his touch didnt send electricity coursing through your body. without any second thought, you rested your hand on his and looked straight ahead as you tried to ignore your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

as you arrived at your aunts house, you noticed the amount of cars parked outside. you know your family is large, but visualizing it like this makes it seem crazy. your eyes widened at the sight, and you could even hear some of your families laughter before you even got inside. wonwoo walked by your side into the house. the same hum of talking remained for moments before everyone realized that more family had joined them. the house erupted, with aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents all rushing over to greet the four of you. you hugged all of them, muttering quick ‘hello’s and giving smiles to relatives you hadnt seen in years. after some time everyone began returning to their prior seats, and you all followed suit. in the commotion, you hadn’t even noticed wonwoos hand had come to rest on your lower back.

as you sat down, it felt as though all eyes in the room gravitated to yourself and wonwoo. you looked around before clearing your throat. “everyone, this is my boyfriend wonwoo!” wonwoo smiled and gave a small wave. your family all smiled and started introducing themselves at once. you both laughed at the acts, but he made sure to speak to every person who was there. they all immediately adored him. you spent the evening catching up with family and exchanging old childhood memories. wonwoo chatted with your family as well, telling them about his life and family, as well as your ‘relationship’. throughout the night, his arm stayed wrapped around your shoulders the entire time. every so often when conversation died down you would look up at him to notice he had already been looking at you. you both giggled and turned away, somewhat flustered by the other. 

your parents checked the time, noticing that it had been way later than they thought it was. you all stood up and began saying your goodbyes. as you spoke to your cousin who was getting married, you stifled a yawn. wonwoo noticed and smiled to himself as his arm found its way around your waist. he congratulated your cousin, and talked to her for a bit as you found yourself slowly sinking into wonwoos side. “i think someones tired, we should get going.” he and your cousin laughed as you nodded your head. you gave her one last hug as you followed your parents out of the house and back into the car. on the way back to the house, you had rested your head on wonwoos shoulder. as you fell in and out of consciousness, wonwoos hand lightly patted your head as you yawned.

you felt the car come to a stop as you pulled back into your parents driveway. you lifted your head and looked around, catching wonwoos eye as he gave you a fond look. you both got out of the car and went straight to your room after saying goodnight to your parents. rooting through your suitcase, you grabbed some pajamas and headed for the bathroom to change and get ready for bed. you drowsily brush your teeth, as theres a quiet knock at the door. opening the door, youre met with wonwoo, toothbrush in hand. you try to give him a smile as you move over to give him some room. since coming to your parents house, brushing your teeth together had become a common occurrence. it was peaceful, and the silence was never awkward. although, it was rare for you and wonwoo to encounter awkward silence at any moment. silence with him was always calm, never awkward. you both just enjoyed each others company, and you both knew that. after a couple minutes of standing together at the sink, you both finished getting ready and went back to the bedroom. too tired to worry about wonwoos pillow ‘solution’ from the night before, you both just crawled into bed facing away from each other. you muttered goodnights as he flicked off the lamp.

you found yourself waking up at some point in the middle of the night shivering. the room had cooled off more than it was before, and the one blanket you had wasnt doing the best job. the air conditioning had to be on the lowest setting possible. you could still hear wonwoos soft snores as you moved gingerly and stood up, so you assumed he was still fast asleep. as you walked past the end of the bed, you heard him speak in a low whisper. “where are you going?” he was groggy, his eyes barely opening to look at you in the dark. “oh, im cold so im just going to grab another blanket. you can go back to sleep.” he nodded gently as his head layed back down on the pillow. you made your way to your mothers linen closet and grabbed a fluffy blanket from the top of the pile. as you got back in bed and snuggled back in with the other blanket, you heard wonwoos voice again. “wanna come over here?” you turned over in confusion to look at him, but them you saw what he meant. his arm was lifted, inviting you to snuggle into him. as you shivered again, you thought, ‘whats the worst that could happen?’ so, you shifted towards wonwoo until you met his chest and his arms wrapped the blankets around the two of you. with one of his arms under your head and the other around your waist, you pressed your head to his chest and drifted away to the sound of his heartbeat.

waking up in wonwoos arms again was a shocking experience for half asleep you. as you slowly felt yourself waking up, the warmth surrounding you yet again confused you for a moment. you blinked yourself awake before remembering the events of the middle of the night. the air in the room remained slightly cool as you began to slip out from underneath the blankets. wonwoo had always been a heavy sleeper, as he didnt budge when you snuck out from his hold. you made your way out of the room, the air in the rest of the house feeling the same as it did in your bedroom. you noticed the early morning sun that had been shining through the blinds. suddenly, you realized it may have been earlier than you thought. you shut the bedroom door as quietly as you could behind you when you returned, even though you knew wonwoo was sound asleep anyways. sitting on the side of the bed, you picked up your phone from the table where it sat. 5:47am. so it was way earlier than you thought. you settled back into the blankets, glancing over to see wonwoo in the same way he was when you left. lips slightly parted, long eyelashes resting on his cheeks. he looks so content. as carefully as you can, you lift his arm up and nestle back into his body. although he seemed as though he was in deep sleep when you got back, you couldnt help but notice the arm around your waist lightly squeeze as you nuzzle your face into the crook between his neck and his shoulder.

the next couple of days went by generally the same as the past two did. visiting family, spending time with your parents, just taking time to relax and be at home. acting as a couple actually wasn’t as difficult as you expected it to be. the most you would have to do is recite the backstory you had both made up, or hold hands every now and then to look believable. it felt like no time before it the day of the wedding, and you were all getting ready to head to the wedding hall. you fought to curl your hair in the mirror, but couldnt quite reach one part in the back. this caught wonwoo’s attention, as he made it was over to you behind the mirror. you sighed, making eye contact with him in the mirror. “do you want some help? i can finish it for you.” he reached for the curling iron as you nodded. “i just cant get that one piece, does the rest look okay?” you watched as he tilted his head in concentration while he curled the last few pieces of hair on the back of your head. “turn around.” you turned to face him as he inspected your hair. he fluffed up some pieces, then moved his hands to rest on either side of your face. “it looks great.” for a second, you couldve sworn the love in his eyes was genuine. well, you knew he had love for you, but in a platonic way. but this look felt like a different type of love. before you could process anything that had happened, your mother appeared in the doorway. “oh, arent you two just beautiful?” she crossed her arms and leaned on the doorway. you both stood to face her so she could admire your dress and wonwoos suit. wonwoo had made an effort to get a tie that matched your dress. it didnt take long for your mother to notice the small sentiment as she raved about how cute it is and left to go tell your father. after close to an hour of getting ready in preparation for a wedding that wasnt even your own, you all made your way into your parents’ car and were officially enroute to the wedding. 

the wedding venue was absolutely beautiful. decorated from floor to ceiling with white and gold decorations, you walked in and your jaw dropped. you admired everything as wonwoo stood by your side, also taking in all the glamour of the space. after taking the time to appreciate the decor, wonwoo lightly takes your hand and pulls you into the wedding hall, trailing behind your parents. your parents picked a seat close to the front in order to get a good view of the ceremony. with different members of your extended family surrounding you, you felt right at home. wonwoos hand never left yours from the moment you both stepped into the venue. everyone quietly spoke amongst each other as they all waited for the wedding to begin. you told wonwoo about all the family members you could see, telling him small anecdotes and childhood stories. wonwoo always seemed to be so attentive. you loved that part of him. it didnt feel like long before the music queued and the wedding party began entering the room. you watched as your aunts, uncles, cousins, and their partners all walked into the room in pairs. you began tearing up at the sight of your family all looking so proud of your cousin. wonwoo noticed, squeezing your hand and lightly running his thumb along your knuckles. you wrapped your arm around his as your cousin turned the corner. she was absolutely stunning. you looked towards the front of the room to see her soon-to-be husband in tears at the sight of her. the display of love made you cry as well. all you had wanted since you were a young child was a love like they have now. as your cousin made her way down the aisle, wonwoo silently wiped your tears and squeezed your hand yet again. you gave him a thankful smile as he put his free hand on top of your intertwined fingers.

the rest of the wedding was just as heartwarming as the beginning. more tears were shed, smiles were had, it was a beautiful experience. as the wedding party all exited the room, you sat in wonwoos presence as the guests around you broke out into a chatter about how beautiful the wedding was. in the hum of the crowd, wonwoo watched you in a silent effort to make sure you were feeling okay. you had told him in a drunken rant in the weeks preceding the wedding how much you didnt want to go home because everyone was in love and happy together, and all you had was school and friends. you reassured wonwoo that you appreciate what you have, but as he practically carried you through your apartment, he could hear the sadness and disappointment in your voice through the intoxication. he never brought this up after, but this did make him want to go to this wedding and take care of you even more. as everyone in the wedding hall began standing up and getting ready to leave, wonwoo patted your thigh gently as you both joined everyone else. your parents waited by the door for the two of you to exit through the flood of people. on the drive back, your parents had plenty to say about the newlyweds and the wedding as a whole. you chimed in occasionally, but you were perfectly content with listening to your mothers rambling uninterrupted.

when you get home, you decide to stay in the same dress you had worn for the wedding ceremony, as the wedding dance and reception were only hours later. you relax in the family room with wonwoo, watching whatever your parents had been watching on tv before you left. you sit in the same comfortable silence that you two always manage to seek out. you drape your legs across his lap as he mindlessly draws invisible patterns along your legs with his fingers. interrupting the tv show, your phone rings. hoshi? you answer the phone and put it on speaker.

“y/n!! hows it going, loverboy giving you any trouble?” wonwoo rolls his eyes at hoshis obnoxious tone, but cant help the laugh escaping his body. you flash him a teasing smile. 

“no hosh, im keeping him in line, dont worry.”

“you better be, im not there to do it so i was getting worried.”

wonwoo began playfully arguing with hoshi through the phone as you hold the phone and giggle at their antics. they go on and on for a couple minutes, before wonwoo inevitably gives up. hoshis persistence is truly something to be reckoned with. hoshi has some last final parting words before abruptly ending the phone call.

“have fun lovebirds, see you soon! i dont want to be a godfather yet though!”

you both laugh at him again, letting the silence fall back into the room. before long, its time to go back to the wedding hall for the reception. you find your seats next to your parents as the food begins to be served. wonwoo spots the open bar across the room, and asks if youd like a drink. you give him a nod and hes off to grab refreshments. you dont bother with specifics, as you trust wonwoos knowledge about your taste. he comes back with two glasses, and places one on the table in front of you. smiling in acknowledgement, he gives you a nod. you listen to speeches and songs, before the meal is over and the crowd is brought to the dance floor. being a couple drinks deep so far, you try to convince wonwoo to get up and dance with you. youve always been sort of a lightweight, but you also know your limits. sometimes. wonwoo, however, doesnt have the same taste for alcohol that you do. so he has one or two, and switches to soda before he even feels the slightest bit tipsy. still trying to drag him to the dance floor, you ask wonwoo to come with you in the nicest most stable voice you could muster. he gives in, following you out and joining the many people already enjoying the dj’s music.

you both get a taxi home, as your parents arent the party animals they used to be. wonwoo tries to bring you in quietly, but youre as stable and discrete as a baby giraffe in a china shop. after managing to successfully sneak you into the bedroom without angering your parents, he closes the door as you stumble to the bed and flop back into the blankets. wonwoo hangs his suit jacket on the back of the door and begins gathering his clothes to go get changed in the bathroom. as his hand touches the doorknob, he hears distinct babbling coming from the bed behind him. he turns around to see you staring at the ceiling, and he’s unsure if youre talking to yourself or him. 

“what was that?”

you turn your head towards him and smile. “youre sooo handsome woo. im just so happy that youre my fake boyfriend.”

he laughs at this sudden proclamation. he sits on the bed next to you and leans back onto his arms, gazing down at you. “you're pretty sweet too, y/n. i couldnt ask for a better fake girlfriend.”

“but you knowww…” you attempt to whisper to him, as if it was a secret to him and yourself. “i couldddd be your real girlfriend toooooooo..” you give him a gleeful smile, your eyes closed. he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “is that so?” you nod profusely as he says this. he chuckles and stands up, tapping your leg. 

“youve got to get ready for bed, you cant sleep in your dress and makeup.” you sit up in a slouch, giving wonwoo a disapproving look. he puts his hand out to help you up, and you gladly take it. he brings you to the bathroom and hoists you onto the counter, shutting the door to create a barrier between your elevated drunken volume and your parents’ bedroom. he takes a makeup wipe out of its packaging as he places his hand along your neck with his thumb on your jaw, holding your face in its place. you close your eyes as the cold cloth comes into contact with your face. you shiver a little as wonwoo readjusts his grip on your face. when hes done, he pats your thigh as a signal to slide off the countertop. you jump down and try to follow him back into the bedroom, but before you leave he passes you your pajamas to get changed into. you reluctantly return back to the bathroom and try to change as carefully as you can. once you get back into the bedroom, wonwoo is in his pajamas, climbing into bed. you jaunt across the room onto your side, and as soon as wonwoo is settled in, you slowly snuggle into his side. he wraps both arms around you, wrapping you in a warm cocoon of blankets and his body. before you drift off, you mumble “love you woo” into his chest. he knows it was the drunk you speaking, but he makes sure to whisper “love you too y/n” into the quiet night. 

the last morning waking up in wonwoos arms was no different from any of the other days. you try to savour this time a little bit longer, but he soon starts to stir and slowly gets out of bed. you can tell that he thought you were asleep by how carefully he was moving. when he comes back, youre sitting up in the bed on your phone. he’s taken aback, and begins to apologize for waking you up. you reassure him that you were already awake which calms his nerves. while wonwoo is in the bathroom, you begin packing your stuff back into the suitcase you brought with you. when hes ready, you switch places, now with you in the bathroom and wonwoo packing his stuff. you both decide to hit the road early, so youre not getting home tired late at night.

after saying many goodbyes to your family you're hitting the road again. after some time, wonwoo suddenly chimes in. “um, do you remember anything you said last night when we got back from the reception?” youre taken aback by the question, trying to replay every moment of the night. you shake your head. “but im definitely sorry for whatever it may have been.” you both chuckle, as wonwoo turns it over in his head, trying to decide whether or not to continue on this train of thought. “its just…” hes made his decision. “i was thinking about how people say drunk words are sober thoughts, and your drunk words said some things that i actually agree with.” at this point youve turned fully towards him in your seat, trying to figure out what he was about to say next. he takes a deep breath before continuing. “when we were getting ready for bed you said.. you said you wished that this-” he gestures between the two of you, “-wasnt fake. and ive been turning that over and over in my head because… i feel that way too.” the tips of his ears are bright red, and his grip on the steering wheel has tightened slightly. you watch as he tries to calm himself down enough to continue. you decide to let him finish before speaking. “the last few days has made me feel so happy. being around you makes my days better. you don't have to feel the same, you dont even have to say anything if you don't want to. i just.. i had to say something.” you smile at him as you place your hand lightly on his arm. now, its your turn to speak. “wonwoo, you don't understand how difficult it has been to try not to fall for you in the last week. everything you do makes my heart flutter. ive been dreading the day this whole scheme was over. i do wish this wasnt fake. i want this to be our everyday life wonwoo. i want this to be us.” his hand finds yours as a smile overtakes his face. you hold his hand in yours, not wanting to ever let go. wonwoo glances over at you. “i cant believe that the girl i met at the convenience store is finally my girlfriend after us dating for 6 months.” you laugh, letting your head rest against the car headrest as you let the quiet music from the radio fill the silence. 

you should've known this fake relationship would last longer than the week you signed up for.

[eyesxxyou]

that's what they all say

↳ ❝ [dbf!miguel o'hara x black!reader] ¡! ❞

rating. mature

word count. 4k

synopsis. you and miguel have had tension from the very first moment you met. the only problem is that miguel is your dad's best friend. what happens when you two finally find yourselves alone?

or

you and miguel take your chance to fuck while your dad is sleeping

warnings. big age gap (20 years. reader is 22 and Miguel is 42), exhibitionalism kinda, oral (m receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex, size kink, size difference, google translate pet names (IM SORRY), kinda awkward and uncomfortable towards the end, angst, kinda bad ending. let me know if I missed anything.

It started with a glance. Just a glance was all it took. Miguel O’Hara has not been in your life for very long. You were 21 at the time and visiting your father for the afternoon. You had dropped in unexpectedly, not expecting your father to have a friend over. He was lounging on the couch with your father, sharing some beers together. “Oh– Y/N, I didn’t expect you. This is a friend from work, Dr. Miguel O’Hara.”

The first thing you noticed was how startlingly large he was, the fact only punctuated when he stood up to shake your hand. He towered over you, his huge frame intimidating you to no end. He offered his hand to you, a hand a big as your face, and looked down at you. “Nice to meet you. Your father talks all about you.”

The second thing you noticed was how handsome he was. Presuming he was around your father’s age—twice your own— he was sharp and handsome. Tan skin, high, prominent cheekbones, a strong jaw, and the softest looking hair you’ve ever seen. If you looked closer, you could see a few stray gray hairs but not nearly as many as your father. He was gorgeous all things considered.

From then, you’d get to see Miguel here and there, dropping something off for your father, visiting him at home. You and Miguel got along just fine, a joke here and there. There was always something unspoken there that your father never caught on to and the two of you never really infringed upon.

But that changed with a single glance.

You were out at dinner with them. Miguel and your father had just won an award for their research in genetic editing and wanted to celebrate. You offered them dinner and how could they possibly refuse? The only condition was that you would not be paying for it. ‘We’re two grown men. Would be pretty shitty if we let you pay for our food.” Miguel shook his head with disapproval at the thought of it, his large hand reaching out to open the door ahead of you. “F/N, back me up here.”

Your father shook his head and raised his hands up. “I’m not a part of this.” He wasn’t one to place himself in situations that hadn’t involved him to begin with. Miguel was stubborn but so were you, maybe even more so. “Are you trying to say I’m not grown?” His smile was patronizing. “I thought I was grown too when I was your age. Either way, it has nothing to do with your age. It’s mine.”

The two of you argued over this the entire dinner and when the bill came, Miguel snatched it up before you could, settling the matter then and there. You were pouty, crossing your arms over your chest in a way that only pronounced the shape of them. Miguel almost felt like a pervert looking at you. Not only a friend and colleague’s daughter, but a woman half his age. He had every reason to brush you off and leave everything as is.

You caught him in the act, stealing looks at your breast when your father was distracted. His jaw working as he chewed the inside of his cheek. Then he glanced up and his eyes caught yours. This one look changed everything. Everything you both thought the other was completely unaware of, the lustful little glances the two of you would toss back and forth without the other one knowing— unfolded right there.

Miguel immediately looked away, his hand coming to rub his chin stressfully, his brows furrowed as he nodded along to what your father was saying. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was flustered. You caught him and everything you both had been pushing away with all the reasons you shouldn’t want each other are now broken down. Why not go all the way with it?

Miguel felt your foot against his leg, pushing up the leg of his pants to feel his skin against yours. He glanced back at you to find you were already looking at him with eyes questioning what he would do about your indiscretion.

Nothing. The answer was nothing. There wasn’t much he could do in the moment.

Getting your father home was the hard part. He didn’t drink alcohol too often but when he did, he drank a lot. Plus tonight was a celebration, you all had a few drinks but neither of you were as drunk as him. Miguel could handle him on his own but the only way you were getting home was by way of Miguel himself. You had all carpooled to the restaurant meaning you would all have to do the same back.

“Do you need help getting him in?” Miguel asks as you get into your father’s home, ready to take him to bed. You look back at him. “Why? You think I can’t do it on my own.” He rolls his eyes at you as you walk off, supporting your father’s weight over your shoulder. It wasn’t an easy job but you managed to get him into bed to which he completely passed out upon his head hitting the pillow, snoring as he always did since you were a child.

You came back out with a heavy sigh, dragging your hand down your face. When you opened your eyes, you found Miguel looking at a few photos your father had hanging up of you. He was staring a one in particular, you at your college graduation. Your smile was shining and proud, yet exhausted.

“You majored in…”

“Cybersecurity.” You finish for him, slowly making your way closer to him. It was clear you two were trying to figure out where to go from here. You both know now. So do you act on it? Do you pretend it isn’t there until they go away? There’s a lot of reasons why you both shouldn’t, why you should just leave it alone, but in a situation like this—with the desire you two have for each other—reason doesn’t matter. “So watch what your say to me or I’ll absolutely fuck up your home security system and your AI.”

“You talk such big game for a spoiled brat.”

“So do you for a perverted old man who likes to stare at the tits of a girl half your age.” You shoot back quickly before you can bite your tongue. Miguel turns his head away, his ears turning blush pink. Who knew he got so flustered so easily? Why not push it a little further?

"How long have you been wanting to fuck me, Miguel? When we first met?" You tease, approaching even further. "Did you take one look at me and think about what you would do to me if you had that chance?"

"Y/N…" Miguel still didn't look at you but his voice dripped with warning. His tone told you to tread carefully because you might not like what comes next but you were sure that much wasn't true.

"I did." You admit to him, your hand now against the curve of his back. His muscles were firm and well-built. "I saw you and could only think about how much I wanted you to break me in half."

Miguel grabbed you suddenly by the throat and at a moment's notice had his lips against yours. His hand was so big, he could have broken your neck right then and there if he wanted to. He had to lean over to kiss you, he was so much larger than you. He kissed you with the fever and passion of someone who's desperate, who's been wanting to do this for a long, long time.

Something parallel to a growl erupted from his throat as he kissed you, licked the inside of your lips as you opened up for him and let him have his way. Your hands wrap around his wrist as his fingers squeeze softly at the sides of your throat, leaving you lightheaded and delirious but that could also be from the fact that you finally know what his lips taste like.

"Miguel." You murmur against his lips. "Miguel, please."

"Shh, mía carina. You don't want your father to hear you." His tongue traced your bottom lip languidly before sinking his teeth into your supple flesh. You placed your tongue against his, wanting nothing more than to have his saliva in your mouth, taste him for all he had to offer. "Or would you? Wouldn't that be something? I wonder who he'd be more upset at."

You wanted his cock in any way you could take it. You were hungry for it, desperate for it. Your hands grabbed at the hem of his shirt before teasing at his belt buckle. "Please." You whispered and looked up at him with innocent eyes that belied the intent of your plea. You didn't wait for an answer as you undid his belt, taking it upon yourself to answer for him.

Miguel didn't protest, though he did glance up towards the stairs knowing your father was only a few dozen feet away. He looked back down at you. "You have no shame, do you?" He placed his hand on your head and began to push you down until you were on your knees in front of him.

You were salivating at just the thought of having him in your mouth, licking your lips and you continued to undo his pants. Just the outline of him was enough to leave you shuddering with anticipation. Miguel was petting your head, letting you take your time with it all.

You’re startled by the size of him but what were you expecting. Everything about him was huge, brom his shoulders to his hands which crept this veins from his forearms. A slightly darker brown and riddled with veins that pulsed with the blood rushing to his length. You liked his happy trail that led to the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock. You wondered how you might fit him in your mouth, better yet how you would fit him in your pussy. The thought made you entrance squeeze, him trying to bully his cock into you without regard.

Miguel wrapped a hand around himself and stroked a few times, squeezing out pearly beads of precum. He tapped the tip against your plush lips, smearing his precum against your lips, leaving them shiny and sticky. “Open up for me, muñeca.” You wanted to deny him, make things difficult for him because you liked the way his control seemed to slip, but you’d be denying yourself this honor and you weren’t sure how long this might last.

You opened your mouth and let your tongue rest against your bottom lip. You looked up at Miguel from hooded eyes as he slapped his weeping tip on your soft muscle. He shuddered softly as he slipped his cock into your mouth and the wet cavity of your mouth engulfed him. "That's it– mhn. Just relax." He eased his way further but you could only take a fraction of his length before he hit the back of your throat.

His hand was on the back of your head, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail. "Go ahead and take it." What you couldn't fit in your mouth, you wrapped your hand around and began to stroke, using your saliva as lube, while your free hand slid between your legs to touch yourself. Your panties were soaked with arousal and you circled your fingers over your clit, using the fabric as friction.

It was sloppy. Your spit coated the length of his shaft and dripped from the corners of your mouth. You kept your jaw slack and let Miguel use your mouth as he pleased. His hands held your head in place, one in your hair and the other under your jaw against your neck to feel the way his dick created its own space in your throat.

You looked so pretty with your mouth stuffed with him, tears making your mascara run down your cheeks as you choked on his cock. You were taking it so well, your tongue tracing the slit of his head in a way that makes Miguel nearly double over. “Fuck, mía carina. Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he presses his pelvis forward a little move. He liked the way you sounded sucking his cock, the wetness, the gurgling and choking, the way you whined on it.

Just because he wasn’t pushing himself all the way in didn’t mean he was being easy or kind on you. “Imagine how disappointed your dad would be knowing his little girl sucks dick like a champ.” He fucked your mouth like it was his own personal fleshlight, cooing about how pretty you were. “Look at you, baby. My pretty girl. You can take more, I know you can.” Miguel forced you down further and you gagged and choked, more tears streaming down your cheeks. Your hand tightens around the rest of his cock. He held you there for a moment, watching as you struggled before letting you go.

You fell back onto the feels of your feet, gasping for air. A string of saliva kept you connected until it thinned and soon broke. As soon as you caught your breath, you kissed his tip before doing the same down the underside of your length in more sloppy, wet kisses. Miguel continued to pet your head with a sly smile. “Good little cock slut, aren’t you?”

You kiss him everywhere, down his happy trail, leaving red marks against his warm brown naval, destined to blossom into roses of purple and blue, against his length, his balls. You take him into your mouth again and bob your head in fast, fluid motions. You're too good at this, Miguel thinks and the thought of you on someone else’s dick besides his own pisses him off. He knows it shouldn’t, that the two of you shouldn’t be doing this to begin with, but god, he can’t help it.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, muñeca.” Miguel groaned softly. "And you're gonna take it, aren't you?" He could feel it, his orgasm creating over the horizon. His muscles contracted and his grip on your hair tightened. You stroked his sensitive tip with your tongue, tracing the underside of the head and up to the tip. You wanted it so bad and Miguel could tell, more than happy to give it to you.

You watch in delight as his eyes closed and he bit his lip to stop himself from being too loud, sniffling his groan. He shivered one last time before his seed coated the inside of your mouth in thick spurts of white. You swallowed quickly in fear of choking and left yourself no time to savor his taste.

You lick him clean, suckling on his head a little because you liked the way he had to place his hand on the wall to keep himself stable. When you were done, Miguel grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look up at him. You knew you looked like a sloppy whore with your streaking mascara, drool making your lips and chin, and his cum gathered at the corners of your lips.

He used the rough pad of his thumb to wipe up the cum and push it back into your mouth, weighing the digit against your tongue. He was still hard, angrily so, and the only way to satiate his hunger was to have you, right here, right now. Damn if you father hears you, damn if he comes down, damn if he kills Miguel.

“Get up.” Miguel makes you stand on your feet. His hands grasp at every inch of you clad in your little dress. You don’t have much time to process before you’re in front of a vanity littered in old family pictures. You should feel some sort of shame, but Miguel tugging at the hem of your dress is rather distracting.

He shoved it up to your waist and pulled your panties to the side to expose your soaking pussy as you brace your hands against the edge of the table. You whimper at the way he dragged the tip of his cock between the puffy lips of your pussy, from front to back to front again, his head taking turns stroking your clit and your gushing entrance.

“You think it’ll fit?” Miguel glanced between you and your pretty pussy as he guided his tip into you. You inhaled sharply, biting your lip to contain the whine that threatened to wake your father upstairs. He gave you no moment of rest as he pushed inch after excruciating inch into you and you could do absolutely nothing about it except take it. He stretched you to size, forced himself a space in your body that no one else would be able to fill. Every vein was felt dragging against your walls.

You let out a strangled moan that might have been a little too loud. Miguel placed his hand over your mouth and paused for a moment, listening. Your father’s obnoxious snoring could still be heard from upstairs.

“Keep quiet now. You’re gonna get us in trouble.” Miguel thrusted his hips towards you, pushing the rest of his length into you until his pelvis was pressed flush against you as some sort of sick punishment. You cry out against his hand, back arching.

Miguel drew his hips back at a slow, torturous pace. “Look at me, muñeca.” He panted into your ear. He waited for you to raise your gaze to meet his before shoving his cock right back into you without a single ounce of mercy in his eyes. He wanted to make it as hard as possible to keep quiet. Maybe the risk of being caught was what made this all the better, the illicitness of your actions. Everyone wants so desperately for what they cannot have.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me, pretty girl. Keep looking at me, just-” he grunted as he fucked into you harder. “Just… let me fuck this little pussy. Just once.” If once was all he would get, then so be it. But he knew himself, he should have never started in the first place because now, all he would think about was the next time he could get you alone.

He pounded your pussy like no other, like you had done him wrong, like you owed him this, like it belonged to him. The cloth of his jeans kept the sounds of your lewd actions muffled, the wet creamy sound that expelled from you every time he claimed you as his own.

He muttered obscenities into your ear. “So— mmh…fuck—so fucking good. God, this pussy is mine now, you got that?” His fingers grasped your hips so hard you had no doubt in your mind they would leave bruises in the morning. You can see in the mirror the way his eyes flutter but you, you were seeing stars.

Your family pictures clattered around you, making you flinch at each and every last one, but Miguel didn’t seem to care. “Look at that.” He nods down between your bodies. You follow suit, watch the way you hole stretches to accommodate his eyes with each stroke of his cock. He pauses for a moment you adjust your position, slipping his arms beneath your knees before lifting you up completely as an impressive show of strength. You wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself up and somehow, the close proximity made this all the more intimate.

Miguel fucked you like he meant it, like this wasn’t just a one time thing, like this was anything more than lust and sexual infatuation. You buried your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your cries of divine pleasure. “Miguel, Miguel, Miguel.” His name was a sacred prayer on your lips as you pleaded for his mercy. “I’m so close.” You whispered before leaning back to look him in the eyes.

It was then that Miguel realized just how young you were. You’re eyes held that youthful glow of someone who had everything going for them. What the fuck was he doing? He had already lived his life. Why was he trying to take the rest of yours away from you?

You held on to him so tightly as you came, your fingers in his hair, a slight sob from your lips as the feeling was so overwhelming that you simply had to cry. Miguel held on to you too, pet your head softly and told you that everything was okay. He held you through it because that’s what you needed right now despite all his regrets.

You two had no time to just sit in this, the mess you’ve made. You two pere quick to make yourselves decent again just in case your father woke up at some point. You were busy putting the picture frames back in their rightful place when Migeul finally broke the long stretch of silence between you two.

“We shouldn’t have-”

“I know.” You speak quickly.

“It has nothing to do with you.”

You roll your eyes and finally turn to look at him. “Yeah, that’s what they all say.”

Miguel rubbed his temple stressfully. There are reasons boundaries are in place so that lines like this don’t get blurred. “I’m 20 years older than you, Y/N. I have a daughter of my own.” You shake your head. “Bold move to bring up your daughter after you just got done banging your friend’s daugh-”

“My point—” He’s quick to interrupt you before you can go any further down that road. No father wants to think of things like that. “My point is that you have your whole life ahead of you and you’re too young for me. I’m too old for you. This can’t happen again.” His voice tells you that the decision is finally, the period to end the sentencing. You don’t like that.

“I’m a grown woman who can make my own decisions. I get to decide who’s too old for me and it’s not you. So what if you have a kid? Majority of the population does.”

“And your dad?” How would that possibly go over with him? He finds out his best friend if fucking his daughter and he’ll flip like any good father would. “This can only end in disaster, Y/N. You know it, I know it. Why are we even humoring this idea? This is it. No more of this. We got it out of our system so we can move on.” He didn’t want to raise his voice. He definitely didn’t want to use that voice. The dad voice, the same one he uses when he tells Gabriella to go finish her homework. Makes him feel like more of a creep than he already does.

You’d be a dead liar if you said you weren’t hurt. You knew he was right, that nothing about this was right or okay and the only outcome to any of this was absolute disaster, but that didn’t soothe any of the pain in the slightest. You cross your arms over your chest and cast your eyes down at your feet to hide the tears swelling at your lash line. “If you just wanted to get your dick wet, you could have just said that.”

“This is what I mean. You’re immature. That’s not what I said.”

“Could you just fucking leave already?” You snap at him with a biting venom that stings. Your eyes are already growing puffy and red. “Just go for fucks sake. You got what you wanted so leave.”

Miguel opened his mouth to say something, anything to come in his own defense or to even comfort you. He didn’t want any of this to happen. What was there to say? Anything he let leave his lips would find away to sound bad to your ears. It was better to just do as you asked.

“I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Fuck you.”

Miguel sighed and grabbed his eyes out of his pocket to leave.

What the fuck did you two do?

[kirke-is-my-name]

Hello! Can i request headcandons of Miguel o'hara with a shy nurse reader who is constantly tired? Being nurse is a physically and mentally demanding job and i love the dynamic of hero who falls over his heels for his nurse or even being protective over her, but if u don't want to make this request i understand

I’m so sorry I just saw this! But of course let’s see what I can think of 😌

A nurse reader who is dating Miguel would honestly have a terrible sleep schedule like him.

Like poor baby is working 24,48 or 72 hour shifts at the hospital. And often times hardly sleeps so when you are home it’s time for rest and relaxation

When working those longer shifts Miguel makes it his job to arrive home at least 90 minutes before you, so he can not only prepare a bath with all your favorite soaks. But also a hot home cooked meal. Because god damn it you deserve something nice

If you need something? He will get it. You need to rant about your shift? Don’t worry he is a good listener. You need to cook dinner? Nonsense sit down and he will cook.

Two sleep deprived lovers whatever will they do!?Sleep…they sleep can only sleep if the other is in bed with them.

If you start nodding off he will carry you to the bed. And if you refuse to sleep he will sit in the bed with you and do some work or also fall asleep.

Has Lyla constantly keep watch at your hospital to alert him if anything is wrong.

Oh you haven’t eaten? You have a DoorDash under you name within the hour. Running out of medical supplies? Nonsense someone just bought some for your entire department . You had to deal with a very hard patient? Woah look at that someone sent you flowers. Someone threatened you? That’s so weird they ended up in the police station brushed and hurt…

He is whipped

Knowing he is spiderman and seeing the damage his villain can do to others really only makes you appreciate him more. Granted if an innocent person is harmed you are chewing him out. He might of gone to your work a few time as both Spider-Man and Miguel asking for your help to patch him up. The one time he tried to fix his injuries himself you scolded him at doing such a bad job that you insist on patching him up every night if you have to.

Honestly? His favorite time watching your hands move to maybe sow together a cut that’s rather deep. Or even wrapping him up, his just looks down fondly at you as patch him up and talk about whatever is on your mind. But if he is being a little shit his wrappings or thread might be pulled a bit too tight.

Both of you acknowledging the other has a difficult job, but Miguel thinks you are stronger then him in every sense. While he saves the multiverse he doesn’t personally interact with the people. You though…you talk to them and get to know the people. He saves the world but you save the people.

It gets hard losing a patient who was a kid or someone you’ve bonded with. Often times you’ve cried at their passing. But you have a job to do and as quickly as you cried, the tears vanish and you continue your job. For that alone Miguel believes you are stronger . To truck on after losing someone and still maintaining a friendly demeanor and positive attitude. Even when you know the situation won’t get better. Is something he knows he couldn’t do but you can. So when you cry and are tired he comforts you in every way he can. Because one person can only strong for a certain amount of time before it gets to them.

One time someone took a picture of Spider-Man with you in his arms. For WEEKS your coworker and patient cornered you asking if you know the masked hero. You stuck with the story “noI just patch him up really?!” Of course a villain saw that picture and though it was a bright idea to kidnap you and use you against Miguel…bad idea. Sure you are a nurse and SHOULD be helping the injured but after seeing the damage Miguel left you turned your head and said “Im off the clock so I can’t help them”

Bonus

You needed new scrubs so Lyla order a spider-man themed scrubs for you. Honestly got a nice laugh out of it and you wear them at least once a week.

Another time your lunch happened to be the Miguel Burger and attached was a small strawberry also designed like Miguel. It cheered you up for sure

[s0apmactav1sh]

Its been a hot minute friends. I am currently going through a shitty ass time but here have me waffling about my fic im trying to write.

(This isnt an update, i just need to qrite something before i disappear for a bit over shit thats happening)

Crawler, the nickname given to you by the 141 after they got used to you casually crawling around the ceiling so it just came naturally to them to start teasing you with the nickname whenever the found you having a fit and giving out about the recruits while sitting upside down on the roof.

"Ya alright there crawler?" With how usually it was to find you in the prediment you were in right now it was no secret you didnt like the recruits you dealt with on the daily "No! How do they even survive on missions. My gods-" Cue Gaz listening for an entire hour as you ramble on about every mistake made by each individule recruit, names given and all. Once you stop your out of breathe and glaring at gaz because of the stupid grin hes been giving you. "What are you smiling at?" "You."

Spiderman kisses. No matter what no matter where. Could be in a random hallway, an office the debriefing room or any of there rooms at this point with how much time you spend with them. Soaps always the one looking for them no matter if you agrue that your nothing like a spider and he is being silly. But still you give in to the puppy eyes the werewolf man gives you. Your quite the sucker for them.

"No way am I hanging upside down because you want a kiss!" The way soaps ears droop and his tail lessens in wagging has you feeling guilty but what truly sticks it to you is the puppy dog eyes he now has to try convince you. Lips so prettily pouted and everything and who are you to deny that face. Even if you huff and groan as you geting yourself situated and crouched on the ceiling. So he can kiss you like in the spiderman movies. And as soon as its over Soaps rushing off to gaz to bloat over what you did.

Ghost somehow being the one to discover the ear bursting screech you let out when anyones hand even remotely brushes off your tail. He didnt even mean to purposely do it and the wraith was so thankful he was already dead bc the screech you had let out when his fingers lightly touched off the tip was enough to have him wincing and covering his ears to protect them.

It was a pure accident. He didnt even realise he had come in contact with your tail until you let out a horrifyingly loud screech that had him covering his ears. "Jesus. What on gods green earth was that. Are you some sort of banshee aswell." Before he can even get an answer out of you, your gone having bolted for the door as soon as that sound left your lips. What an awkward interaction that leaves you both walking on eggshells around each other.

Price deciding with all the time youve been around and the fact that his boys seem to trust you he adds you to his horde. But in a way that you dont realise that you apart of it. It starts off with him patting your back after missions amd saying goodjob, even if you were just look out. Then it moves on to him giving you random things, youve been eyeing up a new pair of gloves? Hes bought them and left them outside your door the next morning before you woke up. Its not until he leaves one of his scales on top of your desk that your realise what was happen but still you kinda oblivious so you just pocket the scale and run your fingers over it for good luck before every mission.

Ever since the others had become more comfortable and accepting with you on the team Price had bene thinking of making you a part of his horde. You'd be just like his boys, the centerpiece the thing he cared about the most. So whenever he saw your dule eyes light up at the sight of new gloves or a weapon he knew the way of winning you over was sneakily gifting you little presents. Without your gruad up so much it was easier to tell that you were a bit oblivious. Certain signs and things not processing in your mind. So when he leaves the scale down hes not sure if youll even see it but sure enough he manages to walk past your room, stopping when he see you slip the scale into the pocket of your gear before walking away with a goofy smile on his face. You may not know that your now his, but hey you will soon enough when the rest of the boys give you something of significance to them.

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Silly rambles. Ok ima go take my meds and cry myself to sleep I might bring back king!price at like 4 am tonight.

[ashecampos]

The ‘heart breaker’ and the ‘self centred’

Janis ‘Imi’ike x reader

Warnings : corse language, mention of past breakups. Enemies to lovers??maybe

(I’m so sorry if this is bad, I am currently high on pain and cold meds to try and get over this flu I have <3 also pls ignore how it switches from 1st to 3rd person so much)

You had heard the rumors about the infamous north shore high, everyone had. Little did you know, you would soon be apart of one of these rumors.

Moving schools was not on your list for the things you expected from the year. You had officially been expelled from your last school due to an incident that was not at all your fault. Now all you had to do was survive senior year at a new school where you only knew two people, one being your best friend, the other being a person you hated with your entire being. Janis ‘Imi’ike.

You and Janis go way back. Like as in third grade. You hated her and she hated you, end of story. Or was it?

It was now Sunday night, you and your best friend Tessa are on FaceTime and she is getting you up to speed with the north shore gossip.

“Soo Regina and the plastics aren’t bitches anymore, everyone is friends like in middle school and there isn’t much drama. Got it?” She says finishing her rant. A pen and paper in her hand with a map of all the drama you had missed on it.

“Mh everyone is queer, no drama, Janis still hates me, Regina isn’t a mega bitch, you and Aaron are fucking and me now starting fresh at your school totally isn’t going to cause any drama at all. Gotcha” I say while grabbing more paint from a shelf at the store. She nods silently then going on another rant about how Aaron and Shane are going to make a group chat with everyone im going to meet tomorrow in it, I nod while walking around. Until I bump into someone, their notepad nearly dropping to the floor but i managed to catch it somehow. Apologising profusely i look the person in the eye and my heart stops, blood running cold. Not even a foot away stands Janis ‘Imi’ike in all her glory. I stand there for a few seconds, the notepad held out for her to take but it seems that she is having the same reaction to this awfully awkward situation. She takes a second to scoff before grabbing the notepad and walking past, our shoulders brushing past each other “since when did you move back to Evanston?”she mutters before vanishing to the next isle. What the fuck.? Of all people you could’ve ran into it had to be her didn’t it? You thought “you did not just literally bump into she who shan’t be named” Tessa interrupts your thoughts to only add onto the embarrassment your feeling. “Shut the fuck up tess” i say as the girl on the other end of the call is in the middle of a laughing fit. I speed walk to the cash register and pay for my supplies before practically sprinting home. Anything to get away from Janis before I have to put up with her for the rest of the school year.

The night went quicker than I’d like to admit, I painted a little, lost track of time and ended up dozing off with my head on my desk. The next day came and I now stand in my closet, Tessa stood with me looking for the appropriate outfit that doesn’t scream ‘I got suspended from my last school and I don’t want to be at this school’. “Hm how about this” she picks up a pink shirt earning a disgusted look from me. She groans putting the T-shirt back and sitting on my bed and shrugging “just wear a band tee or something” she says. “Just wear a band tee or something” I mock while grabbing some baggy jeans from my closet, I scan my shirts before smirking and grabbing a button up shirt and a vest. “Gay” Tessa shouts at me, laughing and pointing at my doc martens “wear those” she says with a smirk.

The thing is me and Tessa are polar opposites, shes the most girly girl you will ever meet. Whereas I look like I just stepped out of a hot topic store. She was apart of the plastics before project ‘destroy queen bee’ was put into motion. She had stated many times how much she despised what Cady done to Regina. And even though I wasn’t apart of the school or had no reason to know the drama or what went down, oh she kept me updated. I even went to see Regina after she was hit by the bus. Which got me an one way ticket to Regina’s good side. You see being friends with Tessa can be a struggle seeming that she is the popular it girl, or the girl next door per say, however o wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Oi y/n/n Shane is making the group chat now, then we are going to meet up with everyone at the front of the school”

Moments after she said that my phone vibrates, I look at it while changing into my jeans.

*Shane Oman added you into ‘norths-whores hottest’ groupchat* I laugh a little at the name, so does Tessa as she starts typing away.

(NORTH-WHORES HOTTEST)

Tessi 🪽: “hey bitches!! ready to meet north shores newest hottie?”

(8am)

Reginald 💁‍♀️ : “as long as it doesn’t cause me to get hit with a bus this time”

Kay-dee ✨ : “I told you I was sorry for that reg”

Karen 💁🏽‍♀️ : “wait we have a new kid?”

Gretch 🪬: “yeah Tessa’s mysterious best friend is transferring because they got suspended from their last school”

Y/n/n 🌺: “should I be concerned how much you already know about me? Also hey guys”

Shane💪🏽: “don’t worry it’s her thing”

Reginald 💁‍♀️ : “well then congratulations and welcomes are in order, speaking of orders what coffees does everyone want im making a pitstop at Starbucks”

Gretch💁🏽‍♀️ : “ooo I’ll have a Strawberry Acai Refresher and Karen will have a hot coco, thanks babe”

Shane💪🏽 : “caramel latte thx Reggie”

Tessi🪽: “hot coco for me too babe”

“Oh and y/n/n said they will have a iced chai with oat milk and brown sugar syrup and they said thankyou”

*Reginald 💁‍♀️liked tessi’s🪽message*

You where now driving both you and Tessa to the school, your palms where beyond sweaty and you felt the lump in your throat grow worse the closer you got to the school. Tessa was sat in the passenger seat belting out show tunes, as you guys did every day in the car. It was settling your nerves a little as you clutched the steering wheel, keeping your eyes on the road.

You pull up to the school with Tessa’s help as she directs you to where the parking lot is then directs you where to park. You see Regina’s pink jeep and Shane’s black Tesla parked next to each other so you park next to Shane upon Tessa’s request. The two of you get out of the car, simultaneously grabbing your bags and linking arms, you softly nudge her and put your sunglasses on, sniggering slightly “hey, we’re gonna rule the school” you say quoting grease like you do every year “hm yeah and how’s that went the past ten years you’ve said that?” She nudges you back cocking one of her brows “okay rude, but in my defence we haven’t been in the same school the past four years” you point at her “well let’s make this one count” she says before waving at a group who you recognise to be the infamous plastics and shane.

“Soo you must be y/n, god Tessa wasn’t lying your banging” Shane comes over, his hand outstretched for you to take, you press you hand against his and hug him, eventually letting go of the hug, he hands you your drink while another set of arms wrap around your torso making you laugh “hey Karen, I missed you too” you laugh hugging her with one arm while you hold your cup in the other. She looks up adorable as ever and smiles widely, seconds later her face drops “OH MY GOD YOU GOT A MULLET” she screams, pulling away, almost knocking your drink out of your hand, you laugh even harder as she runs her fingers through your hair, admiring the shaven sides of your head. “You like?” You say, she nods before unhanding you, she turns to another girl who you assume to be Karen’s girlfriend, Gretchen, the girl is pretty, clad in an academic fitting outfit, a plaid beige skirt and a white turtleneck, she was one of the prettiest girls here, she smiles at you, giving you a simple nod. You walk over and hug her, you then turn to Regina who practically tackles you in a hug. “Who’d you fight to get expelled this time?” She whispers into your ear making you smirk “legally I can’t say but don’t worry they got what they deserved” you say as you hug her back. She slaps your shoulder and gives you a stern look “no more fighting or I will make your life a living hell” she smirks back at you.

After a brief catchup you head to the principals office to grab your paper work and schedule which was only a quick pitstop due to the fact that you had been there yesterday to hand all your paperwork over to secure your place at the school. Once you got your schedule you went straight to home room which was your first class of the day, looking down at your schedule, you walk straight into the back of someone. “Dude watch where your- oh you have got to be fucking with me now” the person says just as you open your mouth to apologise.

There in front of you stands an angered Janis ‘Imi’ike, her face drops seeing you for a second time this week. She rolls her eyes “are you following me or some shit?” She says, earning an eye roll from you “oh ku'uipo, don’t flatter yourself, my world doesn’t revolve around you” you say while walking around the girl and into your home room class, she stays stood in the doorway for another moment seeming to be frozen in place before she snaps out of whatever trance you had managed to put her in and she then walks inside the room, taking the last available seat, the one in front of you. Just before she sits herself down you manage to catch a glimpse of her face, red with a bit of a flustered expression. You grin a little acknowledging the fact you still had that affect on her after so many years.

Home room drags, the teacher is sweet though, she introduces you to everyone and proudly embarrasses you by telling the class you won the state art competition last fall which in turn earns a look from Janis who’s eyes have never left you since the teacher pulled you to the front of the class. As soon as the bell chimes your out of there having endured enough embarrassment for one person to handle. You make it your mission to get out before Janis can. I then go looking for my next class. Chemistry. You walk in expecting to be in a class full of randos but to your surprise and dismay you walk into the class to find the class full of your newfound friend group and Janis. Of course. The teacher strides in pointing at the whiteboard where a seating chart is etched into. You look for your name as the rest of your group goes and sits down, you smirk a little when you see that you are all on one table. Not bothering to look who else is on the table you go sit without hesitation. “So how was everyone’s first class?” You start, everyone groans seeming to already be put off only an hour into the week. “Oh I have some gossip for ya..oh hey Janis” Gretchen says which makes your face drop. You whip your head around praying it’s not the Janis you think it is, yet there she stands. All colour drains from your face, you look at Tessa for help but she is too busy trying not to die of laughter. Regina seems to have a similar reaction to yours with the girl being at the same table. And yet again much to your dismay the girl sits next to you, slamming her book down and looking at the front of the class toward the teacher. “Hello students, my name is Mr Jenkin and im your chemistry teacher. So seeming that we are in chemistry I like to have all the students on the same tables to have a lot of chemistry. Today’s class revolves around getting to know your groups. So one person from each table grab a deck and we shall play charades” the teacher says as he throws like seven decks of small card on his desk with a smile. Oh now this one is cute, he seems a little too nice for his own good, especially in this school.

Regina takes it upon herself to go grab the cards, taking the rubber band off of them and flicking it at Tessa who flips her off with a laugh. “I guess I’ll start then” she says reading the first card. She snickers a little before looking around the table and pointing at Aaron. “Boy?” He says straight away, Regina then shakes her head but stops and waves her hand around to say that he was right but she needs another word. She then points at her head earning a few weird looks from the table, it took me a few seconds to click on but I quickly realised what she was getting at “boy genius” I mutter quietly not being too sure on if I was right but she smiles and nods, holding her arm out to make me stand up as she hands me the cards. “Who’s boy genius?” Karen says with a big smile “an amazing band” both me and Janis say in sync earning a look from everyone in the group, I look at Janis before looking down at the card that says ‘love’ I roll my eyes and groan a little, I put my hand over my heart looking around the group to see if anyone will click on “heart?” Tessa says first, I shake my head and another idea pops into my head, I make a heart with my hands while looking around again. “Heartbreaker?” Janis mutters, earning looks from the group again, I sigh and shake my head before Tessa swoops in and says “love” which o nod to. She grins and gets up, allowing me to sit back down. A few more rounds go by and it is now Janis’ turn. She stands up brushing by me and picks the cards off of the table, she looks down for a few seconds before she points at herself making me snigger again. “Self centered?” I say proudly earning a slap from Tessa who scolds me silently. Janis snaps back “don’t make me tell your new little friends who you really are because believe me I will” she stares into my soul, my fists clenching under the table, I take a deep breath before shaking my head and grabbing my bag and leaving, hearing the group calling after me and Tessa saying “seriously Janis is there any need? She didn’t mean what happened” the teacher then calls after me before asking what everyone on the table what the hell happened. Tessa thankfully made and excuse as Janis also left the classroom.

I end up in the bathroom, slamming my fist against the wall of one of the stalls. Before wincing in pain instantly. I throw my bag and slide down the wall so I am sat down with my knees to my chest. The door to the bathroom then opens and in walks Janis. She sees me and walks over crouching down so she in face to face with me. She hesitates for a few seconds before placing her finger under my chin and making me look up at her. “Hey breathe for me yeah?” She says in a calm, knowing tone. My breath hitches a little before it picks itself up again, I struggle to breathe earning a concerned look. She tries talking to me again but it falls on death ears. I look around the bathroom frantically trying to find something to help myself, then out of the blue I feel a pair of lips on my own. Her lips. The lips that had been tormenting my dreams for the past five years. She pulls away after a few moments which felt like a lifetime. She looks at me before assuringly repeating what she said before “im sorry for what I said. I know it wasn’t your fault, im just still not over it..over us” she looks down before going to stand up, I quickly use my uninjured hand to pull her back into me, we share another kiss until the bathroom door swings open. Revealing the whole friend group.

[bella-goths-wife]

Late nights and stressful situations

Yandere Henry bowers x reader

Tw- forced relationships, toxic relationship, domestic and physical abuse

It had been a hard week for you.

It had started pretty well with you being praised in your ballet class and your father sending over some money as a congratulations, but it went downhill as soon as you were caught by your ‘boyfriends’ when you snook away to smoke with Beverly.

They hated you smoking, it ruined their perfect romanticised version of you as their doll. They had gripped your arms so hard that they left bruises and you had to be subjected to public humiliation when Henry kissed you very publicly.

But the worst part was the dinners. Your house was free after school because your father was most likely away so the boys would insist on coming over so you could cook for them. You would slave over an oven for an hour after school before you could even sit down and relax.

But on the Friday night, Henry requested that the two of you spend the night alone. This was rare but it happened sometimes whenever Henry was feeling particularly selfish and no one would question it considering they’re terrified of him flying off the hinges.

“Your fidgeting again” henry remarked, annoyed as he tried to keep you locked in his tight embrace on the couch.

“Sorry” you apologised as you listened out and prayed for you oven timer to go off and save you this affection.

“You know it annoys me” he sighs out before dragging you closer “I’m trying to make this night romantic”

“Sorry” you apologised, like a well trained pet.

“Stop apologising and actually do something about it” henry groans out

You decided to stay quiet and stare at the tv as a male actor dressed in a suit leans down and kisses the female protagonist. The kiss is gentle and sweet, something you never experienced with Henry

He was so afraid that you would run away at any second that every action he gives you is rough. It’s like clutching a glass between your hands so it doesn’t fall but the pressure causes it to crack and break apart.

The entire gang showed different motives with affection. Patrick’s always came off as sensual and sexually motivated which always made you want to brush you skin.

Victors affection was always held with a possessive element. Every touch seemed like his attempt to claim you as his own, like you weren’t a living person and more a pet.

Belchs affection came from a need of approval from you. He wanted your constant praise and demanded it with every thundering touch.

“Why are you so quiet?” Henry questions “what are you thinking?”

“I’m always quiet” you mumble out “I don’t think much”

“That’s a given” henry snorts out at his own joke “but I can hear the cogs turning, no matter how rusty they are”

“I’m just watching the movie” you say back, holding your offence back

“You know what I think?” Henry questions as he pushes you out of his embrace “I think someone’s got a little crush on the actor”

“Don’t be ridiculous” you denied as he just scoffs

“Four men not enough for you?” Henry questions with venom “Fucking slut”

“Dinners gonna be ready soon” you say quickly as you get to go to the kitchen, recognising that henry was getting angrier

Henry followed you into the kitchen and leans himself on the door frame. He watches as you take a pot roast out of the oven and put it down.

“You know what I don’t get” henry says with a sarcastic tone “I’m the one who protects you from boys in school who want to hurt you, you should be kissing my boots”

“I’m very grateful” you say as you keep your back to him

“You don’t act grateful, fucking Bitch” he mumbles out “you can’t even look at me”

“Im just busy right now, that’s all” you try to make an excuse

“Are you talking back to me?” Henry asks with a thundering tone “you think you can Fucking talk back to me?”

Henry turns you around and slaps you across the face with a force that pushes you to the ground. You grip your cheek in shock as tears fell freely down your face

Henry only sighs as you sob and plates himself up some dinner and sits at the kitchen table across from you.

You continue to cry as he eats as you roll yourself up into a ball and think about your life. When did it get so fucked? You just wanted your dad to burst through the door and save his little girl, but that wouldn’t be happening.

Henry puts his dish next to the sink before crouching next to you.

“Are you done?” He asked, like you were some child who just had a tantrum. You just nodded “good”

“You know I only do it out of care” Henry says as he puts a hand on your shoulder “you have to be corrected or else you’ll never learn”

“Learn what?” You questioned and Henry just chuckles

“Definitely not the brightest” he laughs out “how to be a good wife”

You froze as he laughed at you as you felt his hand on your shoulder. That hand would remain on your shoulder for the rest of your life, controlling you like a puppet.

“I love you, that’s why you need to be corrected” Henry says as he looks at you with adoration, you just nod and he pats your shoulder

“I’m glad you understand” Henry says with a smile as he kisses your cheek “now get started on the Dishes and then we can watch tv together”

You couldn’t be stuck in this life, you refused to get stuck here. You would find a way out, you vowed to yourself

Sorry for the angsty return I’m just in that kind of mood.

I’m really sorry for the lack of updates, I’ve been in hospital for a little bit but I’m out now so updates should be more frequent again :)

Hope you enjoyed and feel free to ask or request anything

Love ya ❤️

[aerkame]

Hi this is the person who had a lot of finfolk Howdy feelings. This turned into a wall of text so i completely understand if you decide not to post it

So this might be a bit of a ramble, and I don’t know much about finfolk lore. So I apologize if something doesn’t line up with the original lore, or I accidentally say something that conflicts with something you’ve previously mentioned.

Im imagining that Reader is a puppet from the port town on the mainland—the one that the neighbors commonly visit.

The mortal most likely meets Howdy for the first time during one of his trips to his restaurant. They had taken to going there on their lunch break and soon become a regular. Howdy is probably going by an alias and has shifted into another, smaller form (by his standards. he still towers over Reader) Still, he's outgoing by nature, and strikes up a conversation with the mortal.

They both find that they enjoy each other's company. Sometimes they can't talk for too long (the restaurant is busy. the mortal's work keeps them late. Howdy leaves for Home) but when they do meet, they find that time flies by.

Reader does take note of how he (very stylishly) keeps his arms and hands covered and how he's averse to touch. They assume it's a sensory thing.

Eventually, Reader opens up about their plans for their future. Specifically about their wanderlust. They talk about all the places they want to travel to-- major coastal cities, island nations-- places that, if they went, he could follow.

But, during another visit, Reader expands their list - backpacking through the country, hiking in the mountains, riding camels in the desert. And Howdy finds himself feeling very... possessive.

The more Howdy speaks to Reader, the more Reader opens up, and with that they begin to vent. They start to talk about an annoying thing their friend did, workplace drama, family gossip...

(this can be interpreted in two ways.

Either Howdy hears these minor annoyances and gossip, and builds them up into signs of a dangerous situation. Further justifying his possessiveness over Reader.

OR Reader really isn't in a good place on the mainland, but they just brush off any abuse like it's nbd. Meaning they're also not likely to catch onto any red flags Someone Else might be raising)

Whenever Howdy returns Home he gives updates on news from the mainland. That news can span from anything from major world events, any possible treats to them and Home, to simple gossip.

The neighbors start to notice Reader coming up often in these little updates. He mentions them more and more with each visit. And eventually the neighbors' eyes start to drift towards Wally.

Howdy was starting to sound like Eddie after he met Frank.

Maybe it was time to have a chat with Home...

Wonderlust is my new favorite word, next to sublime. Also I wanted to write only the aftermath of the neighbors asking Home for permission because I am already writing an x Howdy and I don't want to ruin that sweet sweet angst/romance. >.>

TW: Mentions plans of kidnapping and drugging, anything in Finfolk nature is a TW really.

It was no secret to everyone at this point that Howdy had eyes for you. The only problem was that you lived on the mainland and you were making plans to leave soon. Sure, it would be easy to just track you down again, but it would be better to have things done more quickly to attract less attention on things. It's hard having to keep track of witnesses and making mind-altering potions. Plus, they hate having to go through all the effort of pretending to be police or other government officials.

The rest of the neighbors seemed fine with you in all honestly. Having met you in person themselves in one form or another, they think you'd be a fine addition to their little island. All they needed was the approval of Home.

But of course, it wasn't difficult at all to get Home's approval. He already knew this entire time having watched you from his crystal baptismal font as the water kept rippling from place to place looking for your location. He's sure your adventurous nature would love what the peninsula and it's waters had to offer. They had surrounding reefs, caverns filled with crystals, and many more smaller islands nearby, all full of colorful creatures that don't exist on the mainland or anywhere else.

Now it was just a matter of getting you back home that needed to be taken care of. One of the neighbors could simply kidnap you in the dead of night, but you having a late-night job made things complicated. Either Howdy would need to invite you somewhere isolated where no one would be to do this or they would have to play things out slowly and wait for an opportunity.

No one wanted to wait however, from what things sounded like, things weren't exactly safe back at your own home and it seemed to be getting worse over time.

So, Howdy returned back onto the mainland with Sally and Frank.

Frank did his usual routine of shifting into a new person and taking on the persona of a police officer (Who would of thought he made for a pretty good cop huh?) and Sally went in with the disguise of a sweet florist that worked just down the street from where you lived. No one would even bat an eye at what took place here.

Howdy or Sally may or may not have had involvement in the death of the person that hurt you…oh well, it's not like anyone would remember that guy anyways! Literally. Not even you would remember.

Howdy was the only one to go in without a disguise, or at least staying in the form you knew him as. He had invited you to his restaurant as a treat, as a date really. You happily accepted.

It was so nice, so peaceful, and you were so easily tricked.

All it took was just a single touch to your hand and everything started to feel numb as your body gave out under you. With bare hands, Howdy carried you to the back of the restaurant to make a B-line for the back door. Not a single customer batted an eye, and not one employee or waitress gave the scene a second thought.

You awoke to bright rays of sunlight on your face. Sitting up, you found yourself in what had to be the softest and largest bed you've ever been in. Everything still felt so...tingly? Numb? What happened?

"Ah, I'm so glad you're awake minnow!"

I wanted to mention that the waitresses and employees at Howdy's seafood restaurant are cute remora dogs and shark dogs. Most of the customers tend to be sea-dwelling creatures like sirens, mermaids, etc.

[fortune-fool02]

Pollito

Luis Serra x female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Ok, Im latino, and in my family and with a lot of my friends we use pollito as a term of endearment but some people who aren't aware of that take offense because it means little chicken. Could we have a Luis x reader where he keeps calling them pollito and they get upset because they think he's trying to insult them and they have a whole moment where he explains that not what he means by it&lt;3

Warning: No Spoiler for RE 4 Remake. Fluff.

I love this so much, it's so cute!

Thank you and please enjoy.

Looking back on this, there was a few questions that bounced around in [Name]'s head. Why did those people want Ashley so badly? What was their plan with this cursed parasite? But most of all: What the Hell was she doing here?

She was a researcher, brought on this mission to help Leon to learn more about potential dangerous pathogens and B.O.Ws, to gather intel and information. She had hardly ever been out in the field like Leon had. So, why on Earth was she standing in the middle of a plague-riddled island with a gun? Taking a moment, [Name] leaned against the building wall, her breathing rapid and sharp, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

Leon, however, appeared unfazed as he checked over his ammo and reloaded his gun. Fear rushed along her body, sapping away her energy though she kept going. She had to, for Ashley and Leon. It gripped at her from the moment they encountered those infected people, the savage looks in their eyes, how they held no quarrel with charging weapons at them. Any attempt at reasoning with them was useless.

Still, [Name] tried her best to stand her ground. Even when Leon told her to move back and leave it to him to handle. She was dead-weight at this point. Thankfully, they weren't alone in their little quest.

Luis was a character indeed. A man riddled with a mysterious aura that only peaked her curiosity. Sweet flirtations spilling from his lips when it wasn't a witty quip or comment. The man was also a researcher, like her. Yet he held a bravery to him also, holding his ground against the infected. If he could do it, why couldn't she?

"Wooh! That was something, eh?" Luis smiled, spinning his gun a little before returning it to its holster. Pulling a tissue out, he wiped away the splatters of blood off his face before tossing it away. He leaned up against one of the crates that was spared from Leon's little rampage of destroying some to snatch potential bullets laying about.

"Yeah. Sure." [Name] hummed, trying to shake off the lingering panic. An axe had been launched at her head, missing her by inches as it embedded into the wall beside her head. At that point, she just froze. Luis having to step in to finish off the infected man before he launched another. Never in her entirely life had she had a close brush with death like that. Even when handling pathogens and experimentations, there were safety precautions put in place, ways to ensure the minimum risk of danger. Out here, there was no such thing.

"Oh, come on, pollito, give me a smile." Pollito? She knew some basics of the language to know what it meant. [Name] knew she wasn't the bravest but this was her first time in a situation as dire as this. She wasn't that bad of a coward to be called a chicken, was she? Embarrassment coiled inside her, chocking out the fear and clotting up in its place.

Her eyes tore away from Luis and looked down, pulling out some green and red herbs they got earlier, crushing them up to combine them together into a vial. They had shown to have some unique properties regarding healing, and often were of great use to them. She shuffled over to Leon and set the vial beside him without a word and turned to the small map they had, outlining the island and isolated sections.

They had to cross the lake still, now that they had the fuel for it. Luis having been trying to speak to her only to receive dry, short responses, if not a hum of some degree. Confusion painted his face at her sudden silent treatment. Leon told them to quickly check the surrounding shacks for supplies while he got the boat ready.

[Name] forced open some boxes and picked up any loose bullets or herbs that she found. The door to the small shack softly thudded as Luis stood there, his grey eyes locked onto her, swirling with a mix of concern and confusion.

"[Name], what's the matter? You've been awfully quiet." His question was only responded by a plain "nothing", that didn't satisfy his question at all. He walked over to her, closing the distance between them and had her look at him. "Tell me the truth, pollito."

Another wave of humiliation hit her and she could feel the light sting of tears threatening to build up behind her eyes. She couldn't cry now. "Look, I try my best here. I'm not used to this shit, those things out there! I'm a researcher who spent most of my career behind a desk or counter, not out in the field surrounded by murdererous madmen!"

Luis looked at her, listening to her pour out the built up concerns and worries. "So, I'm sorry that I'm a chicken but you have to get it." A moment passed before Luis softly chuckled at this. His warm smile lifting his face.

"[Name], pollito is a term of endearment for my family. We use it as a pet name or nickname, I'm not insulting you." He leaned against the table a bit, resting his weight. "I never once insulted your bravery. If anything, it's impressive."

His words cut through her, filling her chest with a pleasant comforting warmth, purging away the humiliation pestering her but moments ago. Luis smiled at her, noting her shoulders relax slightly as she took in what he said. He wasn't insulting her. He was just calling her a pet name.

"....oh." That was all she could say. She did feel a little silly now. Luis simply walked over and gently tilted her head up to him, a playful glimmer in his eyes.

"Do you think you can give me a smile, pollito?" He hummed. [Name] lifted her lips, giving him a small smile.

"Ah, there we go."

[steven-has-exploded]

massive apologies to all the tanizakiheads seeing me in this tag every other day but now that we have confirmation he and naomi arent even siblings, ive been looking back and just. realizing how weirdly their whole relationship is written BEYOND the alabama shit?

this is also gonna be a teensy bit long because i cannot shut the fuck up, anyways warning for mentions of s/a + some panels of That and incest. also naomi likers proceed with caution, i really dont even dislike her to be honest but the point of this post is to point out the really weird way her actions are written, so if u dont wanna see that then. there

so. ive realized that basically no part of their "activities" is written explicitly as being consensual on junichirou's end, and im unsure if asagiri even did this intentionally because its just. never talked about and also constantly treated like just a running gag

like maybe this is just the translation im reading but id say that it actually implies moreso that the stuff behind closed doors is nonconsensual rather than the opposite, the language used especially by junichirou really implies that theres at least something questionable in regards to that aspect, i.e. this page in chapter 15 right before naomi was taken into annes room by lucy

right before this is naomi saying that junichirou claimed hed "do anything she wanted", which. yeah im not gonna pretend like that isnt just supposed to be some haha funny kink joke, but junichirou claiming that she "forced" him to do something combined with that forms some really unsavory implications that i, again, dont think were intentional on asagiris part

and this continues through their interactions in the earlier chapters; every single time they talk about some kind of unspoken thing that happened between them, its always phrased like this. ive seen a considerable number of people in my time lurking over arguments online claim that junichirou is in on it because of this panel;

and while. firstly that isnt how consent works - second, since this entire fandom sees their relationship as weird in one way or another and not just funny like asagiri hoped we would and im coming at this from the same angle, this seems more like him trying to let her down softly instead of saying she can do whatever in private, since they were in the middle of an investigation at this point. "not here", at least to me, doesnt imply that hes chill with it in private, but that he just doesnt want whatever to happen in public based on the way its been written

and obviously this isnt even bringing up the fact that one of the first scenes we see of them just earlier in ch3 involves naomi groping junichirou in the middle of uzumaki cafe, because that obviously IS nonconsensual and its just. brushed off. like kunikida tells atsushi not to question it and then they just move on. its very obvious that asagiri wrote it this way because it was supposed to be a gag, but seemed completely unaware of the completely godawful implications of this situation just because its happening to a man. junichirou is visibly uncomfortable in all of these scenes, its heavily implied that theres a lack of consent beyond just the scenes on screen, and then its never brought up again because its supposed to be a "joke"

i dont know. i just wanted to point this out because from my personal perspective as a man whose also a victim of sexual harassment, particularly from a family member, this is the way it came off to me and ive been thinking about this for a bit. dont idolize asagiri thats the moral of the story here mans weird as shit

[ladylooch]

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/731357105322393600/livs-not-used-to-being-the-centre-of-attention-so

Omg nonny is so right (which makes me sad for Liv a little bit but sometimes we gotta suffer for the plot sweetie!)

But Liv is also surrounded by all these men in her life who would do anything to protect her 😭 timo, lio, little bros, uncle Nico, EVEN CONNOR I’m sure takes an older brother position 😭😭😭 and luca’s just like, yeah I’ll put up with it all just for her???!! SWOON

B IM CRYIN

Ope. This got really long 😅

Liv gets a part time job as a waitress at a little pub in the center of town. She does’t need the money- her dad would get her anything she wants- but she really wants the experience. The town has had an influx of tourists and it’s fun to interact with so many different cultures. Of course the bar has a local crowd. Part of that crowd is David, who is a creepy dude that likes to slap asses of the waitress when he’s had one too many shots of vodka. 

Liv has avoided run-ins with him, until one night when she’s particularly flustered and doesn’t swing wide enough to avoid his wandering hands. He brushes her ass and asks her if she wants to go home with him. Liv declines and he asks again. She says no firmer. He shrugs, saying, “you’ll give in to me one way or another.” Liv is thankful when Luca comes to pick her up from work that evening. 

She ends up sharing the incident with her coworkers who share their own terrifying stories with him. One girl was cornered in the back alley with him and only escaped because a cook came out to throw garbage away. David is friends with the bar owner, who insists David is harmless and joking around.

It didn’t feel like joking to Liv. 

Liv tells her mom over drinks a few nights later. Emma expresses concern and wants Liv to talk to Timo.

“Daddy will make everything worse.” Liv grumbles, grabbing a piece of gouda and popping it in her mouth. “He’s so… aggressive.”

“This is one of those times where we let your dad unleash.” Emma insists.

“Can we talk about something else?” Liv abruptly changes the subject. “Luca and I are going into the mountains next weekend.”

Emma allows her daughter to drop the subject, but she will be telling her husband.

“How is work, Livy?” Emma asks on Sunday at family dinner. They have a full house, Emma’s favorite, with the Meiers, Hischiers, Connor, and Luca. It was a warm day spent on the boat and in the water. Liv is pink and slightly sunburned, feeling exhausted and disappointed she has to work tomorrow.

“Fine.” She mumbles.

“Mama told me you were harassed at work.” Timo says. Liv whips her head at her mom who is glaring at her husband. “And we decided you’re quitting.”

“We?” Emma snaps, pinning her husband with her fiery gaze. “That is not-”

“No I’m not.” Liv cuts her mom off.

“I’m with your dad on this. You don’t need that job. I’ll take care of you.” Luca interjects. 

“I’ll take care of my daughter.” Timo grumbles. Emma smacks his thigh, mortified at this entire situation. She told him discreet! She completely forget that nothing about Timo’s protectiveness is discreet.

“That’s sweet, Luca. But Livy, I don’t like what you told me. I told dad because I am concerned for your safety. The owner doesn’t seem to understand the threat to his staff. You aren’t walking to your car alone at night?”

“No, I walk her to her car.” Luca says.

“Every night?” Timo asks. 

“I uh, set an alarm and meet her at the back door. Then we walk together to her car. I follow her home to make sure she gets there okay.” The table goes dead silent, all of them sneaking a glance at Timo who, for once, doesn’t have a scrunched nose while looking at Luca. 

“I like that.” Timo finally says, “but Liv, I don’t like that townie at the bar harassing you or anyone else on the staff. I’m going to talk to the owner.”

“No.” Liv groans, putting her forehead on the table. “I shouldn’t of brought it up.”

“We’ll take care of it, dad.” Lio assures, munching casually on his third bratwurst. Connor nods his head in agreement. 

Liv thinks the conversation has been dropped as the group collectively moves on, However, her next shift, she is mortified to see half the bar completely occupied. Timo, Nico, Lio, Connor, Luca, Logan AND Liam are all sitting on the barstools. Timo is right next to David. Liv tries to avoid looking at him but she has a feeling Timo already knows.

“You two are too young to be here.” She says to her younger brothers.

“They can stay. They’re with a parent.” The other bartender insists. She knows that rule, but she still doesn’t want them up here.

“Behave.” Liv points at Timo first, then walks further down to Luca. “Babe.” She whines slightly.

“We are here for a drink. That’s it.” Luca assures, reaching his hand out. Liv slides their palms together gripping his wrist with her fingers. “Can you come over tonight? I’ve missed you the last couple of nights.” Liv appreciates Connor as the buffer between him and the rest of the men in her family. Liv decided to stay at home the past two nights to ease some of the frustration building again with her dad towards Luca. But she’s missed the way it feels to fall asleep warm and snuggled together in his sheets.

“Sure.” She nods, then steps on a box to kiss him.

“Oh! You kiss all your customers like that?” David hollers down. All the men scowl in his direction like a domino reaction.

“Are you David?” Timo asks.

“You’re Timo Meier.”

“Yeah. And that’s my daughter you harassed the other night.” Timo stands. “Would love to chat more about that outside.” He points to the door. David holds his hands up when the other men stand in unison. 

“Ohmygod.” Liv groans. Why isn’t her mom here?!

“I don’t want any trouble.” David stutters. 

“Then you’re going to leave my daughter and every other woman in this bar alone.” David nods. “And if you don’t, I will personally give you free plastic surgery.” The bar quiets at Timo’s insinuation. Liv can only hear the whooshing of her heartbeat in her ears. David nods again. “Now I’m going to escort you around for your apologies and then you’re going to leave. Start with my daughter. And hang your head in shame like you should.” 

David does his apologies while the owner watches on, embarrassed that his idol is making his friend do this, when it should have been his decision all along. The owner apologies to Liv and hopes she will continue to work there because she is a great employee. The Meier, Hischier, Wood, and Fiala boys all have a celebratory beer, then head out, back to their nights. Except for Luca and Timo. 

The tension between them is tight and distracting as hell for Liv during the rest of her shift. 

“Dad.” Liv says when Luca goes to the bathroom. “You can leave. Luca is bringing me home.”

“To his or yours?” 

“Can you not do this anymore?” Liv sighs. “I don’t want to feel like I’m disappointing you by loving my boyfriend.” Timo’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Boyfriend? How will that work when he is in Minnesota and you’re back at Columbia?” Liv’s face clouds over, making Timo feel guilty for popping her bubble.

“You and mama did long distance.” Em and T might have fudged some of their relationship to their children….

“After awhile, baby.” Timo says. “Not at first.” 

Luca comes back, halting any further conversation about what this is or could be or isn’t.

[shoyastars]

Date Day

A small fanfic

Mistin was laying in bed, feeling the exhaustion throughout their body from their late shift last night, they were so exhausted, they covered themselves with their blanket, as to keep the sun from shining in their eyes. They sighed as they were about to fall back asleep.

Bzzzt

“God damn it….” They groaned in frustration, why did they’re apartment had to have such an annoying bell.

.

.

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Wait! Someone’s at the door!? With that Mistin got up instantly and looked at they’re phone. They a planned date today. They instantly got up and quickly tried to find some good clothes to wear for their date. The door buzzed again. They quickly answered the door, it was a delivery for them, they got a jacket on sale, and thought it looked nice, they decided to wear it today on their date with Ray.

After taking the box and signing their name they closed the door got into the shower and soon after while brushing their teeth, they noticed how they’re hair has gotten a bit longer, of course they didn’t have time to go to a hair salon, so after brushing their teeth, they got a pair of scissors and cut their own hair, it’s not like they hadn’t done it before, they did hate how it gotten in the way while they were a part time villain, and they didn’t really have the luxury of going to have a professional to cut it, so they took they’re chances. They done it more often and soon they knew what they were doing, how to clean up afterwards, and some other things. Luckily they were in a towel, they didn’t have to deal with cleaning or getting bothered by it.

They soon came upon the decision on what exactly to wear, they hadn’t been on an actual date for a very long time, so to say they’re rusty was more accurate than most.they decided to go for something simple. When they got changed they topped it off with the jacket they had. They weren’t sure if it was ok for a date, they never really cared about what they’re wore before. Soon they’re phone rang. They hurry over to answer, luckily they were close to they’re phone.

“Hey! What’s up? Ray of sunshine.” Smooth… real smooth… Mistin cringed, did they seriously get so nervous about tonight, they call him that?! Fuck it sounds so out of the blue…. With that they heard him laugh a bit. “Ray of sunshine huh? That’s new.”

They’re so lucky Ray can’t see they’re face right now. “Um… well you call me star… so… uh might as well call you something.” They really just wanted to remind and forget that the conversation started like that to begin with. “Fair enough, say… still up for today? If you’re not up for it it’s completely fine.”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m still up for it.” It was clear in they’re voice they were nervous. “Good, I guess I’ll see you soon.” With that Mistin felt more nervous than ever. “Mhm.” Soon they would hang up, leaving Mistin with the feeling of nervousness and fear they might mess up they’re first ever date as a couple. First dates can ether go really bad, or good, it entirely depends if it works out in the end.

Later on in the day, Mistin would be walking through the streets, the sound of the city loud at ever. However they can still hear they’re heart beating so fast in they’re in ears. Soon they’d take some deep breaths and look forward, focusing on where they’re going, they honestly were glad they they were able to walk about the city, they enjoyed taking walks especially when the city is quiet at night, of course it is a bit dangerous to walk around at night, but as long as you know where not to go, you’d be perfectly fine. Soon they would see Ray coming into their vision, Mistin felt their heart racing again. Ray would eventually see Mistin and smile.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Mistin could practically feel how awkward this situation was. Causing them to rub they’re neck a bit, they then remembered they’re hair. They weren’t sure if it was alright or not.

“Im not sure if this is ok..”

“What?”

“My appearance. Do I look ok?”

‘I’m not usually a person who cares too much about appearances but um…’

With that Ray took a step towards them and cupped their cheek, his thumb tracing along their bottom lip, causing their Mistin’s heart to race. He then kissed them, it didn’t make all their worries go away, but somehow the kiss was all the more comforting in that moment. When they both parted he only gave them a smile.

“No matter how you look, you’re always gonna be my one and only star, Mistin.”

Mistin felt they’re heart skip a beat. Ray ruffled up they’re hair.

“It looks nice. You always look attractive with short hair.”

“Makes me wonder if I grew my hair out.”

“You don’t need to do that for me star-“

“Maybe you’d get a better grip on my head when we go at it.”

With that Rays face immediately went pink. The suddenly comment and Rays flustered expression caused Mistin to chuckle.

“Don’t tempt me Star, I still recall that uh…”

Mistin laughed a bit, did he really forget it was called a fanficion?

“A Fanfiction?”

“Yeah. That..”

“I wouldn’t mind, the more difficult part would be is to find a place nobody would find us.~”

“Ok that’s enough from you!”

“Aww can you not handle a taste of you’re own medicine for once?~”

Mistin laughed as Rays face was now red, he wasn’t expecting this, especially since Mistin didn’t want them reading their mind due to boundaries, also due to how they were the first few days after he said those three words to them in what was once they’re old apartment. He’s still surprised they forgave him for doing that. Even though he’s the one being teased about such lewd things, he can’t help but notice how they’re lightening up, they seemed less nervous, and didn’t look like they were worried about they’re appearance anymore. He gave a small smile. Soon Mistin stopped and cleared they’re throat.

“So, should we get this date started?”

Ray shrugged.

“Sure, but if you wanna skip to something else that’s fine to.”

“Alright old man, don’t push you’re luck, this is the first date for god sales.”

Ray chuckled a bit, Mistin took his hand and they went of on they’re date. Turned out to be more enjoyable than Mistin thought it might be, it was simple yet interesting, thanks to Ray. Even when nearing the end of they’re date Mistin couldn’t help but enjoy they’re time together. A simple walk, a stop to eat and talk to each other, and simply just enjoying the moment. It wasn’t perfect, it was a good time. Even holding his hand was nice to do.

“So how do you like like our date so far?”

“Hm? Oh um.”

“Sorry, caught you guard?”

“A bit, hehe..”

Mistin then cleared they’re throat, they face having a hint of pink on they’re cheeks.

“Well, it’s comfortable.. and it isn’t fancy, or too much.. um… it’s um…”

Ray tilted his head a bit. A bit concerned the date right now wasn’t good.

“It’s hard to put it into words cause… I’m having a good time..”

Mistin felt they’re face heating up, there is that feeling they’ve had since they’ve fallen for him. Those butterflies in they’re stomach and feeling like they’re a lovestruck teenager in those cringy romance films, seriously they’ve been in love before… right?

“Well I’m glad, you scared me a bit there.”

“You couldn’t just read my mind or something?”

“Uh…”

“Oh! Right boundaries.”

“Yeah.”

“Um.. how’s that going by the way? Learning to control it?”

“Hm… well Audrey has been helping out a bit, and not to mention how I’ve been trying my best to respect you’re boundaries so… great I guess.”

“Audrey… how’s she been doing?”

Ray paused a bit.

“Ray?”

“She um.. she’s doing better.”

“Is she?”

Ray sat there in silence. Mistin took him hand in they’re own, they knew Audrey was only trying to help them in that situation, not only for they’re sake… but for Ray. Lately it seems like he’s giving her a bit more of a care to get to know her on a friendship level.

“She was really doing her hardest to save me you know that?”

“Yeah… yeah…”

“It’s not you’re fault. If anything I shouldn’t have-“

“Don’t finish that sentence!”

Ray grabbed onto Mistin’s shoulders. Was he…. Shaking? He then hugged Mistin, Mistin hugged him back, rubbing his back as to comfort him.

“I-… I honestly am grateful I still have you… she saved you’re life when I couldn’t…”

“I know.”

“I’m so sorry…”

“It’s ok.”

They both remained like that for a bit. It was like he was desperately clinging onto them as if they were his last once of sanity. He was grateful that Audrey was willing to keep Mistin a secret from the NAHA, he was even more grateful when they helped him get Mistin home after they were kidnapped. He almost forgot the reason why he asked her to be his sidekick in the first place. He still remembers when they were taking her to the hospital to receive medical attention after saving Mistin. After that he was starting to try and get to know them more and try and open up a bit. He was never usually like this, but at the time he thought it was the least they could do. Right now he was hugging his Star…. His binary Star… his tie to humanity. He knew the day he saw them, he learned something new about himself. That he was able to love. He wasn’t this emotionless monster that some say he his, he wasn’t just a weapon of war, he wasn’t just Binary Star…. He was Ray, he was himself around them. Being able to hold and love them as much as they love him to, soon to go further more possibly.

“I love you… you know that?”

“I love you more.”

Ray laughed a bit. Mistin could practically hear the emotion in his voice. Something they haven’t heard yet from him.

“You’re… way too good for me, Star….”

Ray pulled away, Mistin seeing the emotion in his dark eyes. Holding his face gently, giving a small smile. They then spoke in a soft, gentle voice.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Ray held their hand, they’re warm gesture, they’re voice. Couldn’t help but kiss they’re hand. Despite the hardships that have yet to come, he’s willing to take his chances. He then looks at Mistin, and Mistin only smiles. They’re foreheads touching each other for a second. Pulling away soon to face each other again.

“I think I kept you out for too long.”

“I don’t mind. I don’t have work tomorrow so it’s fine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah?”

“So you won’t mind if I keep you a bit longer?”

Mistin’s face immediately turned pink, looking away flustered.

“God damn it Ray! No! This is only the first date!”

“Aw don’t tell me you’re waiting till marriage? Do you want me to purpose to you right now?”

“I believe that won’t happen because the NAHA would have records of us being married in the system. So nice try you bastard!”

“I wouldn’t mind-“

“Oh my god stop!”

With that Mistin and Ray had a good first date, soon to go out on more, learning more about each other, and falling more and more in love with each other. Even if they were two broken people in the world, they were slowly becoming more with one another, orbiting around each other in a pre ordained dance.

They orbit around each other.

But by now, you already knew that. 😉

Thank you for Reading <3

[ace-of-gay]

Whatever works than im in

Bucky x reader

Hurt and comfort kinda but its not emotions hurt entirely

1048 words

Warnings: no pronouns, chronic pain, negative thoughts of ones self but bucky fixes it kinda, nudity but in the way of bathing and puting on lotion

No weight, shape, gender, age or skin types mentioned

Dont like it? Dont read it, you are responsible for your media consumption especially when theres highlighted warnings

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Every day was different for how much pain you were in, where that pain was located, how you could move and situate yourself to feel the least amount of pain. Standing some days was absolutely sickening, your body wanting to give out constantly and yet to the world all of this and even more is seen as an invisible disability. how is something so 'invisible' if it shows in how you walk, how your body flushes or your eyes go distant, you can see it happening so how come its ignored.

After so long you became used to ignoring it at the face of others, that doesn't mean it stopped you just learned to cover up your grimace or pauses with a stoic shell.

When Bucky came around you had willed yourself not to use any of your mobility aids around him but that wasn’t able to last forever, it took him a little bit of time to realize you were always in pain somewhere, from than forward he made it out to take it easy but still treat you as an independent adult.

Bucky learned early on that you knew almost every way to twist your body to relieve tension and pop joints like a chiropractor with spot on accuracy, however pain cant always be alleviated by twisting and bending and shifting your body.

Pain meds were deemed useless to your body, some days all you could do was lay under a weighted blanket and warm the aching parts with a heating pad, obviously staying hydrated and sleeping to hopefully alleviate the throb in your head.

Today had been extra painful to both your body and your mind.

You had to be slower and more aware of your movements, it made you feel a sense of worthlessness, like you don’t amount to much at all compared to people your age, everyone with a set career, a family, a house and some still in college but here you are barely able to do the laundry without shedding a tear of agony, it made you feel like a failure.

When Bucky got home he noticed first that the apartment had been tidied, clothes that had been on the table in the laundry basket were now elsewhere presumably put away, the dishes were done, he than noticed you nowhere to be seen in the entry area, living room or kitchen.

Walking through the apartment he heard the soft low him of music playing from the bathroom, knocking on the door and waiting for permission to enter.

Once granted he open the door stepping into the low-lit warm room to you relaxing in the bath, leaning back to keep as much or your achingly tired body submerged, crouching down to sit on his haunches he brushes you hair out of your face.

A smile upon his cheeks and eyes as sweet and beautiful as aquamarine, like waters in Greece on a sunny day especially now in the low-lit room where the shadows that cast still form a beautiful warm depth that you could soak in for as long as you could look at him, behind his eyes is a mind full of love and admiration to extent you wouldn't be able to comprehend, this man is head over heels for you and your mind just wont let you believe it.

Placing a kiss to your forehead and than your lips he asks you how your day was.

He had been unaware of the startled jump to your day, the construction beginning earlier than normal ripping you from your sleep, waking up dizzy and your bones not having enough rest from the night yet it had set a low note for the day however it had ended early due to the storm rolling in he now understood that you had most definitely outdone yourself today.

Finished with your bat he helps you up and lets you use him to stable yourself, wrapping up in a towel and going to take a step, a motion stopped when your vision flashes and falls black for a moment loosing all feeling and than its back, although normal its scary to both of you sometimes.

he helps you off to the room getting you to sit down upon the bed so he can grab you comfy pajamas consisting of his clothing and setting it to the side he grabs the lotion off the dresser for you.

"Do you want me to do this for you doll?", you shake your head "no its okay Bucky I’ve got it, I don't want to intrude on anything you still want or need to do" you smile pumping lotion into your hands rubbing it into your arms.

"you do not intrude on anything my love, you are perfectly fine and i genuinely want to help" he counters, convincing you to relax and let him take care of you.

He massages the lotion into your skin making sure to check in with you before continuing on with your legs after finishing your back.

Once done with lotion he helps you into pajamas getting you settled into the center of the bed, changing quickly and joining you after making sure you had what you need.

Cuddled up you cant get enough deep pressure from your weighted blanket so you fold it one over adding the surrounding weight onto the pressure weight yet still not enough to help.

Normally one would assume with pain comes needing softer lighter things but sometimes deep pressure is what comes in handy between the weight and the warmth its like being encompassed in a soothing depth.

"Hey uh Bucky?" You mutter out in mild anxiety for the question you plan to ask

"Yes dove?"

"This is going to sound strange but can you please lay somewhat on top of me? Like not all the way just some, i really need deep pressu" he interrupt’s your rambling

"If you feel it will help than id be happy to"

Shifting to cuddle how you asked, his right arm across your stomach his head on your left shoulder resting his gaze upwards at you, pulling the weighted blanket unfolded over the both of you, it may not have alleviated everything but it did soothe the mind letting you fall asleep

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This is self indulgent, and im sorry its late, i haven't felt good and been very busy🧡🧡

[fandomsoda]

Ok so let me start off by saying that this post is probably gonna be very clunky simply due to the fact that I’m addressing a two day old situation and I’m doing so without it being directly prompted,, please bear with me.

So, late Tuesday night an anon expressed concerns over the ways that I’ve brushed over the topic of aromanticism in the past, expressing that I only ever seemed to mention partnering aros and that it came off as if I was saying all of that only in service of shipping. These things of course are not things I intended, but are not unfounded claims nonetheless.

My initial response to that ask was definitely not great, I came off as very customer service-y and expressed that I felt as if it was exaggerated (simply due to the way it was phrased as “constantly”). It didn’t help that it was like 11 pm and for some reason my dumb ass didn’t actually go back and look through stuff, purely going off my notoriously bad memory.

Needless to say, this wound up coming off as dismissive and insufficient, and thus I’m making this post now as I have processed everything and want to give the proper actual respose (and in a sense, apology) that this situation is deserving of.

After going back through past posts, while definitely far from constant, I have been able to observe that whenever aromanticism was brought up I definitely had a really bad tendancy of only mentioning partnering aros and it definitely came off as scummy now that I look back at it. This was never something I consiously did, but it was shitty and potentially harmful nonetheless and should have been something I was being more aware about. I’ve already been trying to boost aromantic voices lately since the Valentine season’s been around, but doing that and centering non-partnering aros especially is going to be top priority from here on out.

Now let me real quick circle back around and address the shipping bit, as that’s like its whole own thing-

Now I definitely stand by the fact that I was never only talking about stuff in service of a ship, at least not consiously, but the topic often came up in reference to or alongside shipping and thus I acknowledge that that extrapolation is not at all a difficult one to make. And the fact that I even acted in a way that resembled that is not good.

And discussions with my friends have brought to my attention that I have not been making a number of things nearly clear enough and that whole mess is entirely on me so let’s get some things straight-

First of all, due to the more fluid attitude I’ve seen a lot of people have towards it, I never realized just how strictly romantic most people view shipping. Maybe I’m just a little bit dense but for the longest time, the term “ship” being used in a more platonic sense seemed more common than it actually is. And for the longest time, I’ve viewed shipping simply as “I think these characters have a nice dynamic and that they should be affectionate with one another”. But it has been a violent wakeup call recently that that is far from the most common thought process.

And in this I’ve come to realize that I’ve not been clarifying or establishing the fact that most if not all my ships are queerplatonic in some fashion because romance is a concept I’ve never fully grasped (not gonna go too deep into that here though, my weird perception of relationships is a topic for another day-). And things involving aro characters have especially always been queerplatonic in my mind.

I have not been nearly as clear enough about that as I should be and have failed to mention or establish that as much as I should. So from here on out, im going to be much more clear about that to avoid future misunderstanding or sending the wrong message.

It should also probably be noted that it’s very hard to convey these things given the type of art I do. I don’t properly write nor do longform comics, so it’s much harder to convey the internal complexities of things in the simple individual pieces my art often is.

Characters are also often left unpaired and single in my mind, but once again these types of things are hard to convey visually and the bonds between characters usually inspire art more often.

So most of this has just been a matter of “it’s all been up in my head but my ability to convey it or actually make content of it has been extremely lacking”. And again, in a sense, that’s on me.

Overall I know my handling of this situation has been incredibly scuffed from an outside view, for a lot of this I’ve been just very confused and all over the place so the few things I have said have been poorly summarized and basically just me completely tripping over myself. I’ve been processing things and getting things in order privately though, as you can probably tell. And in that I have come to the conclusion that I must take accountability for my actions as it is truly the only correct course of action here. I’m sorry to those this whole mess has upset, I hope this post is enough to explain everything.

I’m not super certain how to end this off but that’s about it, please let me know of any futher concerns. I’m genuinely sorry for all this mess.