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supernovafics · 4 months

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With your I’ll be there for you series would you be interested in writing about Steve discovering that he has feelings for reader? I think it would be sweet for him to just find even the silliest things she does cute and then him having a little melt down because he realised he’s liked her along. The series is such a great idea! 💭

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 4.4k words

warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, drunk!steve, mentions of steve's dad being shitty, angst

summary: in which steve’s drunk and you don’t hesitate to cancel a date to take care of him

author's note: thanks for the request! probably from the moment i started this series/universe i knew that i wanted to have steve realize his feelings first so this request was quite literally perfect for that lol. this is slightly “while you were sleeping” by laufey inspired hence the title. the slow burn is finally starting to come to an end !! (i’m both happy and sad about that lmao) anyways enjoy<3333

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Winter 1986

You were in the middle of debating between a black skirt and a brown plaid one that Robin convinced you to buy when you two went thrifting just a few days ago when the phone rang.

Leaving both options on your bed, you went to the kitchen to answer it, bottomless aside from the stockings you had already put on because of the cold late February weather.

“Hello?”

“Steve?” You recognized his voice for the most part, but he sounded a little different. A little far away, like he was calling from the oldest phone in the universe.

“Oh, hey.” The way he said the simple two words both confused and amused you because it sounded as if he didn’t expect you to be the person on the other end of the line.

You laughed a bit. “‘Oh, hey’? Don’t sound so disappointed. You called me.”

“I know. Sorry. I meant to call Eddie,” He said, and it was then that you heard what should’ve been obvious from the moment he said “Hello” to you— the way his words weren’t necessarily slurry, just slower than usual.

He was drunk, and you now recognized the voice that you had become so used to hearing since Steve’s sixteenth birthday when he snuck his dad’s whiskey and you both only had two shots of it before feeling it fully.

“Why would you call him? Aren’t you two together right now?” You asked, your confusion taking precedence over the amusement you felt in this moment.

Earlier that day, before you left the apartment to head to your twelve o’clock class, he told you that he was going to tag along with Robin, Vickie, and Eddie to some art show thing after his shift that night at Family Video; you would’ve gone too if you didn’t already have plans for the night.

“Also, I didn’t know that you could get drunk at an art show,” You added. “I’ll definitely make sure to go next time.”

“I didn’t go with them,” He told you, and before you could ask where he was, he answered the unspoken question. “I’m actually at a bar right now.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What? Why?”

“Very long story. Dad shit. What else is new, right?” Steve answered with a breath of a laugh.

He made his words sound lighthearted and as if whatever happened didn’t really affect him, but you, of course, didn’t see it that way. Without even being with Steve right then, standing in front of him and reading his facial expressions, you still saw through what he was trying to play off as “no big deal.” You’d known him more than long enough to know that anything involving his dad was usually always serious. And whatever shitty things his dad said to him this time around drove Steve to a bar rather than back here to the apartment to frustratingly rant to you, and that only worried you.

“Which bar are you at?” You asked softly.

“The only place in town, other than The Hideout, that doesn’t card,” He said and then immediately continued. “But, wait, don’t come here, though. I don’t want you to come get me. That’s why I was trying to call Eddie. I know you have your date tonight.”

Just for a second— actually, probably the entire time you’d been talking to Steve— you’d forgotten about the date, forgotten about the reason why you’d just been debating which skirt to wear, forgotten about what you were supposed to leave for in twenty minutes. And that slightly surprised you because, for the last couple of days, you’d been really excited about it.

Meeting Jamie felt like a sort of “meet cute” moment that was straight out of a romcom, one that you probably would’ve laughed at because of how cheesy it was. You bumped into him in the hallway on the floor of your apartment. He was your neighbor’s, Miss Johnson’s, nephew, and you learned that even though he went to a college about an hour away, he was trying to visit her more often. He had been in the middle of leaving when you saw him, and you gave a friendly wave and smile at first and he started a conversation with you. You two then spent an hour talking in the hallway before you headed inside your apartment to start studying for a test and he asked for your number, which led to more long conversations over the next few days until he asked you on a date.

In a way, it startled you how giddy you found yourself feeling about him after only those few days, how easily and quickly you liked him. It was the first crush that you had in a while that didn’t feel completely hopeless.

But now all of that was the last thing on your mind. It quickly became pushed to the side because you knew that your best friend needed you.

You shook your head in this moment even though Steve couldn’t see you. “No, it’s okay, I’ll come.”

“No, don’t, don’t. I’ll just call Eddie.”

He’s probably not home right now, was what you wanted to tell Steve, but you refrained from doing so at that moment. Instead, you said, “I’ll call him for you.”

The drunken sigh in relief Steve let out was immediate. “Okay, thanks, I don’t think I have any more change for this payphone, anyway.”

“Okay, just stay put and stop drinking.”

“The bartender already cut me off.”

“Good,” You said before saying a final goodbye to him and hanging up.

You then picked the phone up again to dial a different number. You, of course, didn’t attempt to call Eddie and you instead called Jamie. He was completely understanding when you told him that you had to cancel the date because of an emergency, and he said that you two could do the dinner and movie on a different night, which you quickly agreed on.

You put on the brown plaid skirt— quickly deciding that it looked better with the white top you were wearing, anyway— before slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing your coat, shoving your car keys and wallet into the pockets, and then leaving the apartment.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The drive to Webster’s took less than fifteen minutes and the current emptiness of it didn’t surprise you that much. From the handful of times that you’d gone to the place with Steve, Eddie, and Robin, it became a known fact that things didn’t become “lively” until after ten, and it was currently only a little after nine.

You spotted Steve sitting on a stool at the counter, head down in his folded arms. You sat in the empty seat next to him and tapped the side of his shoulder until he sat up and looked at you.

“Glad to know you’re alive, Harrington.”

He smiled at you and you gave him a small smile back, he must have forgotten that he’d told you not to come to the bar.

“I feel barely alive, actually.”

“Still counts.”

Steve only looked at you for a moment, taking notice of what you were wearing beneath your unzipped coat.

“You look nice,” He said and then seemed to realize something and his smile dropped. “Wait, shit, your date. You shouldn’t be here right now.”

“It’s fine. We’re just gonna reschedule it.”

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head at him. “No, don’t be. It’s just a first date, anyway. Your drunk ass needing a ride home is obviously more important than that.”

Steve laughed a bit. “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment?”

“Yes, you should,” You told him and then watched with furrowed brows as he went to grab the short glass that was in front of him, half full of some dark liquor. He was about to finish what was left in the glass, but you grabbed it from him before he could. “Steve.”

“I still had this from before I called you. I can’t finish it?”

“No, because if you end up throwing up in my car on the drive home, I will have to murder you.”

You looked away from him before he could say anything in response to that and waved at Barry, the usual bartender that you became on a first name basis with after your third time going to Webster’s. Since it was the farthest thing from busy right then, he immediately walked over to you two.

“Hey, Barry, can he have some water?”

He nodded and filled up a glass, sliding it over to Steve and then looking at you. “Glad to see you here. He’s looked like a sad little lost puppy for the past hour.”

Steve stopped mid-sip to scoff. “That’s very not true.”

“Sorry, but I think I have to believe the only other sober person here,” You said and only smiled at the second annoyed scoff he let out, which was hard to take seriously because of his current drunkenness.

Barry got called over by a group of people that just walked in and you silently watched Steve take a few sips from his glass. When he set it down, you lightly nudged his knee with yours. “Do you wanna talk about what happened with your dad?”

Steve simply sighed at first. “He came to Family Video today and went on this huge rant about me and what I’m doing with my life. He thinks my job is shit, and even me going to school part-time isn’t enough. He thinks I’m such a loser in comparison to his friend’s kids who are actually “doing things with their lives.””

You frowned and shook your head. “Fuck him.”

“Cheers to that,” Steve said with a small laugh and held up his glass of water for a second. “He also said that he wants to set me up with this job at his friend’s insurance company, and I immediately said no to that. I’m still not entirely sure what I wanna do yet, but I know it’s not that— some stupid fucking desk job. Especially not one that’s just given to me by my dad.”

“He’s an idiot,” You told Steve. “And also his bullshit is not at all worth the hangover you’ll have in the morning.”

“You might be right about that,” He responded, eyes fixed on his now half-empty glass of water and a small amused smile on his face. “But, it felt good for a second.”

You poked his arm so that he would look at you. “You could’ve talked to me about all of that instead of coming here.”

“I didn’t wanna mess up your date by coming home and talking to you about all of this sad shit. I knew that you’d just worry about me and probably not go,” He mumbled. “And I feel like a dumbass for still messing it up.”

“It’s okay. Seriously. Honestly,” You told him and then playfully smiled as you said your next words. “And you know that I would tell you if it wasn’t okay. I’d definitely hold this over you for at least a week, and force you to clean out Harold’s cage and do my laundry that’s been building up for the past week and a half. But you’re drunk and sad, and I’m way too nice to make you do any of those things.”

He laughed at that, which made you smile wider. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” You said before you stood up from the stool you’d been sitting in. “Now, come on, let’s get out of here before it starts getting crowded. Can you walk okay?”

Steve only nodded in response, which was a nonverbal answer that you weren’t sure if you completely trusted, so you stood close to him as he also got up and pulled some cash out of his back pocket and placed it on the counter.

He then waved at Barry, and you were certain that he probably didn’t mean for it to be so animated and comical, but it very much looked that way. “Goodnight, Barry.”

The bartender laughed a bit when he looked over at you and Steve. “‘Night, guys.”

Steve started heading toward the door first and you followed just a few steps behind him. When he stumbled a bit before even making it out of the door, you grabbed his hand and moved closer to him so that he could drape his arm around your shoulders, and then one of yours circled around his waist.

Leading him to your car was a feat in itself, but once he was settled in the passenger seat and you started driving, he rolled his window down completely and had it like that during the entire ride even though it was freezing cold outside, and that was worse than dealing with his stumbling.

When you made it to the apartment building, his balance was actually a bit more coherent so you didn’t need to do more than just hold his hand during the entire walk to the elevators and then down the hallway to the apartment.

You dragged him to your room and he sighed in contentment when he sat down on the side of your bed; he always liked your mattress better than his own for some reason.

“Wait, don’t fall asleep yet,” You told him before heading over to his room and grabbing a random t-shirt and basketball shorts from one of his drawers. “Here, put this on. I know you’d be mad at me if I let you fall asleep in those jeans.”

“Thanks,” He mumbled with a yawn as you handed the clothes over to him, and then you went to the kitchen as he started changing.

You filled a mug with water and then pulled open the drawer that had the bottle of aspirin in it. Neither you nor Steve were really sure why it lived there instead of in one of your bathrooms, where it probably should’ve been, but you two also didn’t make any effort to move it.

Steve was already asleep and under the covers when you walked back into your room, and you placed the mug and aspirin on the nightstand on his side. You changed into your own pajamas for the night, which simply consisted of an old baggy t-shirt and shorts, before settling in on your side of the bed.

It was still pretty early for a Friday night, barely even ten o’clock, but you didn’t mind going to bed because you were actually a little tired. Steve was turned and facing away from you, but you still watched him and his even breathing for a bit, making sure he was okay before you quickly drifted off to sleep yourself.

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Steve didn’t know what time it was when he woke up, but he could tell that it was pretty early because he could see the just sun starting to rise.

The other things he quickly noticed were that he was in your bed and he had a pounding headache, which was a little confusing at first, but then all of what happened last night started coming back to him.

The shit with his dad, the bar, the accidental phone call to you, and then you coming to the bar and bringing him home— he remembered it all.

With a soft groan, Steve slowly sat up in bed, doing his best not to wake you, and then reached over to grab the water and aspirin you left out for him.

He took the medicine and drank most of the water and then laid back down, turning on his side to face you. Your head was against the pillow and even breaths fell from your slightly parted lips. You looked so peaceful like this, he decided, so pretty.

Steve thought about you and Jamie, and how happy you had been when you talked about him. Steve also knew how excited you’d been about the date, and even though you had told him that it was okay that you had to cancel it last night, he still felt a little bad about it all.

He knew that you would probably do anything for him, and that was completely mutual. If the roles had been reversed last night, Steve wouldn’t have thought twice about canceling a date to go pick you up from some dumb bar. And making those sorts of sacrifices for one another never felt like a question, it just always felt like the obvious thing to do.

It didn’t completely make sense at first, but somehow it was that simple and crystal clear thought that managed to shift something deep down inside of him— it harshly drew the line between best friends and something more. And Steve quickly realized exactly which side he lay on.

Which was confusing because the lines of where your friendship began and ended had always felt so unquestionable— you and him were best friends; nothing more, nothing less.

But it was different now, it changed, and it was this moment that told him that it actually had been that way for a while; probably since you two moved into the apartment.

Starting from that day in August your lives became even more intertwined with one another— which didn’t feel entirely possible because of how close you’d been for so long— but it was true. He hadn’t realized how blurry the lines had been getting since then.

Since you two started beginning your days and ending them in the same home. Since so many nights became spent in each other’s beds; nothing more happening than sleeping and late night talking, but still. Since you two got Harold only a few weeks into living in the apartment, and you both immediately fell into your unserious parental roles in the hamster’s life. Since an unspoken early morning weekend routine fell into place where Steve would make coffee and toast and you’d do the eggs and bacon. Since you two became something equivalent to a married couple that had been together for at least twenty years.

And then Steve realized that actually maybe this something more had always been there— maybe it had always been so fucking obvious.

He thought back to the end of Senior year when you two went to each other’s proms and slow danced at the end of the night because you both thought it would be funny, but those moments actually turned into something really sweet and wholesome; and you’d both think back on it during the most randomest of times.

And then he also thought about smaller things, the parts of your personality that made him feel so goddamn lucky to know you. How you always fiddled with the radio and never settled on a station for longer than a few minutes during perhaps any car ride where Steve was the one driving; something that you’d been doing since the day he got his driver's license and you two went on your first solo car ride together. How pretty much anything you did would only make him smile and playfully roll his eyes or make fun of you.

Steve wasn’t entirely sure why he was having this sort of “epiphany moment” right here, right now, in your bed as he looked at you peacefully sleeping next to him.

It, of course, stemmed from you canceling something that he had known you’d been looking forward to for the last couple of days to instead take care of him, he could recognize that. But, what made that so different from everything else you’d done for each other over the years?

He immediately thought that maybe there was no one straight answer to that question because it wasn’t about what was different. Instead, it was about all of those other moments too. They had slowly built upon each other until it came to this one on this February morning— nine years into your friendship and six and a half months into you two living together— and Steve could finally recognize what it all had meant, and he was ready to accept the truth for what it was too.

He liked you. More than liked, actually. He loved you, he was in love with you.

But, you were also his best friend, the most important person in his life, and he didn’t want to be the reason that that ever got messed up. And that thought was what made him finally look away from you and mutter out a soft, “Fuck.”

Steve quickly got out of the bed, and he was surprised, but also completely grateful, that his quick and hasty movements didn’t manage to stir you awake.

He left your room and went to the kitchen. It was early and he probably should’ve been trying to get a few more hours of sleep, but he wasn’t tired anymore.

The realization was the only thing on his mind— in a matter of seconds, it managed to completely consume it.

Everything else that had been happening the past few months finally made complete sense; Steve saw it all in a different way. He now understood why he couldn’t picture any sort of future with Vanessa when he went out with her a few times back in December even though he really did like her, and why he couldn’t see anything with anyone he went out with. Because deep down, he knew that he could only see that with you. It made sense why his dating life had been in such a rut lately and why he didn’t particularly mind it all that much.

When you two would jokingly say that you both were completely okay with ending up “alone together forever,” he realized now that from his side of things, deep down, it had never been a joke. And he wondered if it was the same way for you.

In an ideal world, the answer would be yes. But, things only felt confusing, and if he was being a thousand percent honest with himself, he didn’t know if that answer was yes in this world.

Steve knew that you really liked Jamie, even in such a short amount of time, so that couldn’t mean that you had any sort of feelings for him. Right? Or maybe you just hadn’t had your own “epiphany moment” yet? Should he tell you about his? Should he tell you about any of what just hit him in the past ten minutes?

His brain felt as if it was going to fucking explode with all of the questions circling his mind right then, and the coffee he was making failed to distract his thoughts from everything.

He came to the quick decision that he wouldn’t tell you what he was feeling; it would just be easier that way. There wouldn’t be any way for him to potentially fuck things up between you two if he simply ignored what he was feeling. It was easy to imagine how drastically your friendship would change if he told you everything and you didn’t feel the same. Therefore, he could push it all away to make sure that nothing changed for the worse.

When the coffee was done, he poured some into a fresh mug and took a long sip. Any other time, he couldn’t really stand straight black coffee, but the bitterness tasted good for once; he decided to focus on that instead of anything else.

Steve wasn’t sure how long he had been leaning back against the counter and sipping from his mug before you came out of your room. It could’ve been one minute or ten; right then, time felt as if it was moving both slow and fast.

“Hey,” You said, giving him a small smile and rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes. “I’m surprised you’re up already. I definitely expected you to be passed out until at least ten.”

It felt equivalent to a light switch flipping how quickly Steve felt affected by your smile and simply you in that moment. He’d probably seen you like this a million times before— just waking up and still in your now wrinkled pajamas from the night— but it felt entirely different now. And that was when he knew how fucked he was.

“Yeah, I, uh, I woke up and couldn’t, um, go back to sleep… So, yeah, just came out here. Made some, um, coffee,” He ultimately responded and then inwardly sighed at how flustered he was right then. He let out a quick laugh. “Sorry, blame the hangover for my inability to say sentences right now.”

If that was how he was going to act around you from now on, he knew that trying to keep this a secret was probably the most unrealistic idea ever.

You laughed a bit and nodded, seemingly unfazed by his awkwardness right then, and opened up the fridge. “You think you can stomach eggs and bacon?”

“Yes to the bacon, but I think I should play it safe and say no to the eggs.”

“Makes sense,” You said, closing the fridge after grabbing the bacon. You placed the pack on the counter near the stove and then looked at Steve. “You feeling better about all of that dad shit?”

It was almost comical how even though it had been the reason for everything that happened last night, the conversation he had with his dad was the farthest thing from his mind now.

“I’m good, actually.”

“Good,” You said, smiling at him and then reaching out to grab his hand and give it a light reassuring squeeze; which, unknown to you, made his heart feel as if it was going to somersault out of his chest. “Remember, the next time this happens, come to me and we both can get drunk here for free. Or we can just run away and join the circus, or whatever it was we agreed on when we were twelve.”

Steve only nodded and gave you a small smile in response because it felt as if that was all he could do at that moment. If he attempted to say anything, he felt like his words would’ve started or ended with, “I’m in love with you.”

He changed his decision then. He knew that he had to tell you everything because it wouldn’t be easy to simply bury it down and ignore it. There was no way that he’d be able to keep this from you, at least not for a long time, it was already swallowing him whole. And although he had no idea when or how he would tell you the truth, he made a quick promise to himself that he would do it.

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hongcherry · 11 months

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tie again || c.sc (m)

"When you show off your skills of tying cherry stems with your tongue, Seungcheol is determined to do the same."

🍒 Pairing: Seungcheol x Reader (afab)

🍒 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Fluff, smut, humor; Established relationship

🍒 Warnings: Lots of teasing and laughing, very lighthearted tbh aha, Seungcheol's competitive (wbk), oral (f. rec.), names (darling)

🍒 Word Count: 1.2k

🍒 Author's Note: Spontaneously wrote this after tying cherry stems today LOL. Also, I want to start writing without all the worries I usually have when writing, so if you see any errors... No, you didn't 😃 and plz ignore how the coloring doesn't match in the pics, i got too lazy im sorry

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“Hey, wanna’ see something?”

Seungcheol glances up from his phone, eyes scanning your body to lock onto what you want to show him. However, the only thing he spots is what seems to be a cherry stem.

“Are you going to make it disappear?” he teases, a corner of his mouth raising in an annoying smirk.

“No,” you huff and sit down next to him on the couch. He makes no attempt to move and instead grabs your legs to drape over his.

“Alright,” he says, “show me.”

You smile and plop the stem in your mouth.

Seungcheol’s gaze drifts down and watches the way your mouth moves slightly as you do something with the stem.

After a couple of seconds, you stick your tongue out—a tied cherry stem resting on it.

Seungcheol raises an eyebrow at you.

“Showing off your tongue skills, darling? You know, you could’ve shown me in another way.”

You take the stem off your tongue, laughing and nudging him. “Sicko!”

He chuckles with you and leans in to give you a quick peck.

“Impressed, though?” you wonder and hold up the tied stem.

He takes it from your fingers to examine it. Once he’s done, he sets it down and holds out his hand.

“Let me try.”

“It’s not that easy, Cheol,” you reply. You know it’ll stir his competitive side and although you truly love him, you’re excited to see him struggle. You tell yourself you’re not being mean—simply helping him learn a skill in the way you know will work. Competition.

Seungcheol grumbles and taps on your legs.

“Fine, fine,” you say as you get up to retrieve another stem. After rinsing and eating the fruit, you present Seungcheol with his challenge.

Seungcheol adjusts you so you’re in the same position as before on the couch, then puts the stem in his mouth.

You suppress your grin as the minutes pass.

His eyebrows become more furrowed the longer he struggles.

“Babe, just tie it,” you tease.

Seungcheol throws you a glare, tongue still moving inside his mouth. After another minute passes, he finally admits defeat.

“You gave me a flawed one!” he whines.

“No, I didn’t,” you giggle—not because it was flawed, but because he’s simply too cute.

“Let me get one this time,” he says and slides from under your legs.

You watch him travel to the kitchen and back before placing the stem in his mouth again. Like earlier, he ends up with an untied cherry stem.

“It’s okay, Cheollie. You can’t be good at everything,” you coo, taking his sulky face in your hands and wiggling it.

The act causes him to whine more, and you can’t help but kiss his puckered lips before leaving him on the couch to watch some YouTube in the bedroom.

The next day, Seungcheol comes home with two bags of cherries.

It takes him twenty minutes to get it after doing some research. Though, he’s not satisfied. You tied the stem in seconds while he tied his in minutes.

So, Seungcheol sits on the couch, a bowl of washed cherries in front of him as he practices. Days pass until he’s finally getting the hang of it. A few seconds is shed off his record time with each stem he uses.

Two weeks later, he’s sitting you down on the couch.

You stay silent as he holds up the stem for a moment before taking it in his mouth. A few seconds later, he shows you a tied cherry stem on his tongue.

“Look at you, babe!” you cheer, clapping your hands enthusiastically. “Good job!”

Seungcheol’s mouth breaks out in a big grin, dimples on full display. It makes your own lips lift.

“Do it again,” you insist giddily and hand him another stem from the bowl he has.

He complies and like before, ties it within seconds.

“You got it!” you exclaim.

Seungcheol just smiles. You know he loves compliments, but he won’t admit to it.

“Now that you’ve accomplished tying a cherry stem, what other skills have you improved on?” you ask suggestively.

He smirks at you, eyes darkening as he considers entertaining your idea.

“I bet you’re dying to know, hm?” he questions with a deep voice.

You smile. “Of course I am. I want to support you and all your talents.”

He chuckles and before you know it, you’re laying down with your shorts and underwear off.

Seungcheol’s tongue is circling your clit while his hands knead the softness of your thighs. After a few jerks of your hips, he descends lower. The tip of his tongue presses your hole teasingly before gliding up between your slicken folds.

“How am I doing, darling?” he asks.

“I-I think you can do better,” you taunt even though your voice is slightly shaky. Seungcheol catches the quiver but entertains your bratty attitude anyway.

“Let me try harder then,” he hums before lowering down again.

This time, he flattens his tongue as he slides it up your slit before quickly kitten-licking your clit. Your hips buck up at his quick pace while you tangle your hands in his hair.

He smiles against you and then uses two fingers to spread your folds so he can tease your hole with his tongue.

You’re whining his name, throwing your head back against the couch cushions, and begging for more.

He adheres to your pleas and slides his tongue inside.

“Feels s-so good, Cheollie,” you praise.

The comment makes his movements go faster.

The familiar feeling in your tummy builds up until you’re coming around his tongue, legs shaking and hips rising from the intensity of your orgasm.

Seungcheol emerges from between your legs, lower face glistening. The sight has your heart racing again. You need to taste him. To feel him fully.

Seungcheol laughs as you pounce on him, though the end of it gets cut off when you kiss him. He wraps an arm around your lower back while his other rests behind him to steady you both.

“How did I do?” he smiles once you pull away.

“You’ve definitely improved,” you commend.

Seungcheol’s smile grows when you kiss him again. “So, did you have an ulterior motive when you showed off your little tongue trick a few weeks ago?”

“No, but it sure had a nice outcome, didn’t it?” you giggle.

Truthfully, you just wanted something you could brag about to Seungcheol. You knew he’d want to learn how and that he couldn’t turn down a challenge. The thought of something more did cross your mind, but it wasn’t your goal. However, you aren’t going to complain that it happened.

“You’re a little sneaky one,” he chuckles. “I’ll have to keep an eye on you.”

“Only one?”

“True. I’ll have to keep both eyes on you, but that won’t be hard to do.”

You tilt your head in questioning. “Oh?”

“Hm,” he confirms. “You’re too stunning not to look at.”

A pause, then, “Simp.”

“Shut up,” he huffs before bringing your face to his, crashing his lips against yours even though you’re laughing, and he can’t kiss you properly. Though for some reason, it just makes him fall in love with you all over again.

A/N: Can anyone tie cherry stems with their tongue? 😋

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bless-my-demons · 8 months

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Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-One

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: More angst, but of the wolfy-variety!

Notes: I know I said two chapters before Jasper, but I had to fit this one in which is why I’m posting out of my normal window. Trust the process when it comes to why I did what I did this chapter lol and if you don’t spot it, everything will be fine (famous last words). Honestly I think I’m just healing inner me with how I wish conversations should’ve happened in the movie lol

Word Count: 2401

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• March 8th, 2006 • Home •

Reader

Time starts to pass by a little easier with Quil, the quiet isn’t as deafening even when there’s a comfortable silence. I think the same could be said for Quil, since all of his Rez friends have gone AWOL.

Our days are usually spent under blankets on my couch, watching movies and just being present for each other. Plus, there’s not much to do in this tiny ass town anyways.

“Heard anything?” I ask him tentatively, hopefully.

He shakes his head solemnly in response, eyes never leaving the tv. The fact that he doesn’t even want to talk about Jake or Embry twists a new little knife in my gut.

“I’m okay, Y/n/n.” The grin doesn’t quite reach his eyes and I hate it.

“It’s okay to miss them, I know it’s hard to be stuck with just me now-”

“Don’t.” He reaches over to grab my ankle since I’m facing him on the couch and drags it to his lap, “You’re here and they’re not. I was friends with them longer and they ditched me for other dudes. I’m where I want to be.”

“You don’t have to hold it all in, I’m familiar with that feeling.” I nudge his hand with my socked foot to get him to look at me. “What good am I if I don’t therapize you too?”

“That would insinuate I do anything for you, you won’t talk about him.” His gaze levels on me and I’m caught red handed.

“There’s not much to it, I-I loved him and he’s gone. End of story.” I pick at the loose strings on my blanket, the topic hard for me to meet his eyes.

“There’s everything to it.” He squeezes my foot, “Not end of story, you deserve to vent just as much as I do. You don’t need to feel guilty for grieving him, heartache is a real bitch.”

“Heartache is a bitch, huh?” I huff a laugh as I try to breathe through the tears that want to spring up.

“Y/n, I’m the loneliest guy on the planet. In the male friends department and the girlfriend department, don’t make fun of me.” His lighthearted tone trying and failing to make light of his situation.

“We’re just fucked, aren’t we?” His brown eyes meet mine as we commiserate in our collective sadness.

His head drops back against the back of the couch, “Beyond comprehension, my dear Y/n/n.”

• March 11th, 2006 • Home •

Reader

My finger hovers over a text to Quil, asking him to come over, when I get a call from my other best friend.

“Bells, hey-”

“I need backup.” Her request draws me up short. “I’m going to the Rez-I need to see Jacob.”

“Bella, he’s with Sam now-”

“I don’t care anymore, you in?” She presses.

“I was in the second you called, I’ll be waiting outside.”

“Good, because I’m almost there.” Hanging up the phone, I grab a jacket and my shoes.

So much for the first day of Spring Break, might as well start it off with a bang.

•March 11th, 2006 • Quileute Indian Reservation•

Reader

Bella slid to a stop in Jacob’s driveway and both of us hopped out, memories of bike-building settling like a weight in my stomach. It wasn’t even that long ago and I miss it, I miss Jacob.

Bella knocks on the glass pane of his front door and Billy Black answers, “Bella?”

“I need to see him.”

“He-,” glancing between us briefly, “he’s not in.” The lie blatantly obvious.

“I’m sorry,” Bella pushes past his wheelchair and inside the house, “I really need to see him.”

I remain awkwardly on the front porch, torn between not wanting to intrude or following my friend.

“Bella!” Billy’s warning is ineffective as she storms to Jacob’s room.

Just when the situation couldn’t possibly get worse, I spot four shirtless figures emerging from the forest by the house, Sam’s group.

I hear the back door open and shut and I just know it’s Bella.

I sprint around the house to catch up to her, “Bella!” But my warning falls on deaf ears, she’s on a warpath for the boys. “Shit.” I mutter under my breath.

Stomping up to the tallest - Sam, “What did you do?” She pushes his chest, hard. “What did you do, huh? What did you do to him?!”

“Hey - watch it!” The other two guys plus Embry shout as they step up around their leader.

“Easy.” The word is more of a growl than anything and it causes the hair on the back of my neck to rise.

If this comes to a fight, we’re fucked.

“He didn’t want this!” Her desperation pulls at my heart.

“What did we do? What did he do? What did he tell you?” The questions from the guy to Sam’s right are rapid-fire, his anger clearly volatile.

“He tells me nothing, because he’s scared of you!”

The same guy barks out a laugh, clearly he finds her concern for Jacob silly.

“Bella, let’s go home-” but my plead immediately goes unheard because she throws a fucking right hook for the guys face, son of a bitch.

“Too late now.” Another guy jokes, clearly enjoying the situation.

“Bella, get back!” Sam orders, trying to diffuse the situation as this guy begins to shake.

I grab her arm and we slowly start to retreat for her truck, too scared to turn and take our eyes off of the angry male.

“Bella…” I whisper, unsure of what to do.

“Paul! Calm down now.” The authority in Sam’s voice rings through the backyard, but it’s too late somehow.

The shaking and heavy breathing from Paul leads to a transformation that snatches my breath from my body - a wolf. And not just any wolf, a wolf from the fucking meadow. A wolf that saved us from Laraunt, now standing before us where Paul was.

Where Paul was.

Paul is a wolf. A really big one at that - a really big angry one.

Anger directed at Bella and by association, me. The death grip I have on her fucking arm has to be painful, but the menacing look in his eyes shocks me to my bones.

Bella moves before I do, using my tight grip on her to yank me into action with her as she makes for Jacob’s house.

“Bella! Y/n!” Jake yells, clearing the back porch railing in one leap, sprinting for us.

“Run! Jake, run!” Bella screams back at him, but he charges towards us anyways.

He jumps last minute before he reaches us and I trip trying to follow his path with my eyes before-

Before he turns into a fucking wolf too.

Jacob Black, our best friend, is a wolf? I mean, vampires are definitely a thing, but wolves?

Squaring off with Paul, both the russet-colored wolf and the silver-grey wolf launch for each other. Snapping and snarling as they roll into the woods, my heart painfully thumps in my chest, Jacob.

“Hey, take the girls back to Emily’s place.” Sam orders Embry and the last remaining male, both of them jogging over to us.

“I guess the wolf’s out of the bag.” They joke, ushering us up and towards Bella’s truck.

They’re wolves, Sam’s gaggle of Rez boys are fucking wolves. Jacob is one of them and so is Embry, what about Quil? Is this why they’ve ditched him, ditched us? Wolves can’t be friends with humans? What do I even tell him, or should I tell him anything?

My mind is racing a million miles an hour in the span of seconds with questions I desperately need answers to.

Embry holds open the passenger side door to Bella’s truck with a smile and I walk right past his invitation to climb in the bed with the newly acquainted Jared.

“Y/n, that’s not safe-”

“I’ll be fine.” I don’t even spare a glance at him with my monotone answer, I’m mad at him for how he’s treating Quil.

Jared raises his eyebrows and quirks a grin. “Feisty, I like it.”

Embry huffs as he shuts the door behind Bella and rounds the truck for the driver’s side, “Don’t encourage her, man.”

• March 11th, 2006 • Uley Residence •

Reader

“Hey I think we should go back and see if Jacob’s okay.” Bella rolls down her window as the rest of us hop out of her truck.

“I hope Paul sinks some teeth in him, serves him right.” Jared quips to Embry.

“No way! Jacob’s a natural, you see him phase on the fly? I got five that says Paul doesn’t even touch him.” Embry argues, “C’mon in Bella! We won’t bite.”

“Speak for yourself.” Jared jokes and I shove him as we turn to walk inside.

“Oh hey, about Emily - Sam’s fiancé? Don’t stare, it bugs Sam.” Embry warns both of us before following Jared.

“Why would we stare?” Bella asks and I shrug, just as confused.

“You guys hungry? Like I have to ask.” The female in the kitchen asks the boys, laughing at what must be an inside joke. “Who’s this?” She asks after turning around, glancing between us.

“Bella Swan and Y/n Y/l/n.” Jared answers her.

“Hmm… So, you’re the vampire girl-well, girls.” I instantly admire her easy-going vibe, diving straight in to acknowledge the elephant in the room to get it over with.

“So you’re the wolf girl?” Bella asks in return, accepting her olive branch.

“Guess so,” smiling to herself, she picks up the largest platter I’ve ever seen of muffins, “Well, I’m engaged to one.” Snatching both Embry and Jared’s hands as they reach- “Save some for your brothers! And ladies first, muffin?” It’s comical, the way she mothers them.

“Thank you, Emily.” I smile at her and sit across from Jared, the muffin still warm from the oven.

“Leave it to Jacob to find a way around Sam’s gag order.” Emily scoffs, not surprised.

“Umm, he didn’t… Say anything to us.” Glancing at me, Bella explains.

“That’s a wolf thing, alpha’s orders get obeyed whether we want ‘em to or not. Oh and check it out - we can hear each other’s thoughts.” Embry brags and I gape, this is all fucking wild.

“Would you shut up! These are trade secrets - damnit, these chicks run with vampires!” Jared’s frustration is lighthearted as he admonishes Embry for giving away some of their abilities.

“Can’t really run with vampires,” Emily and I chuckle at the boys not quite catching on, “Because they’re fast.”

“Yeah? Well we’re faster. Freaked out yet?”

“You’re not the first monsters we’ve met.”

“Jake’s right, you’re good with weird.” Sam nods at us, beelining for Emily as soon as he steps in the door. He presses kisses to her lips and then all over her face, causing her to giggle. The obvious display of affection carving out my heart just a little bit more - looking away I set my muffin down, no longer hungry.

Pushing and shoving each other, Paul and Jacob finally show - unhurt and brotherly even. They just beat the shit out of each other and they’re tighter than ever? Boys.

“Sorry.” Paul apologizes and flashes what has to be his signature smile at both of us.

I catch Jacob jerking his head towards the door and Bella follows, probably off to explain this whole entire shit show. I turn my gaze to Embry and level a glare on my former friend, waiting for him to say something.

“You going to let me explain? Or are you going to look at me like you’d like to castrate me until Bella gets back?” Embry stares right back, munching on another muffin.

“Jared?” I look at him sweetly and he grins, “take me home?”

Embry stands so quick and his chair teeters dangerously on two legs for a moment. “Y/n.” His tone is hard, done with this game.

“Embry.” I match him back.

He walks out the front door and it drags me from my own chair, this blowout long overdue.

“You know now and you’re still fucking mad at me?” He turns, leaning against Bella’s truck and folding his arms.

“I don’t even know where to start, Embry!” I yell at him exasperated. “You ditched us, you ditched your longest running best friend-”

“I had no choice!”

“He’s struggling-”

“I’m struggling!” His eyes are wild and his hands have a slight shake, “Cutting everyone out has been the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done! I can’t tell anyone, can’t see anyone, can’t do what I want to do anymore! I belong to this Reservation, to this pack, to Sam now. He says jump, I ask how high. He says keep your mouth shut, I cut everyone out. It’s how it has to be.”

“Embry, that’s no way to live.” My heart breaks for his situation.

“It’s in my blood and not something I can opt out of, Y/n/n. Besides, they’re my brothers now and they need me as much as I need them.”

I surge forward to hug him, “I’m still mad at you for Quil.”

“I missed you too.” I hear his grin as I hug him tight. “You can’t tell him though.”

Immediately I retreat, “What?”

“It’s a tribe secret, the pack is sacred and must be protected.”

“He wouldn’t done anything to endanger-”

“It doesn’t matter, anyone on the outside has to stay on the outside. It’s not like I don’t want to, he’s my best fucking friend. But he doesn’t have a need-to-know.”

“Embry-”

“I can’t argue with you about this, please drop it.” His wide eyes plead with me and I surrender.

“Okay, okay. Consider it dropped.” I mime like I’m locking my lips closed and I toss the invisible key over my shoulder.

“Good,” throwing an arm over my shoulder, he leads me back inside, “Now you can hang with the big dogs.”

“Okay I’m going to need you to not make stupid jokes about this situation.” But I laugh anyways, I miss this - him.

I smile to myself, happy to finally have people back in my life that I thought were gone for good. I still feel the massive hole in my chest, but the pain is on the back burner for now.

At least until I’m alone again.

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jadedrrose · 11 months

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For the 800 followers (congratulations btw!)

Can I get 12 with Law please? Maybe with a straw hat fem reader not wanting to deal with drunken crew having a party on Zou?

“Wanna Sneak Out Of Here?”

Tysm!! I’ll be honest, I got really carried away with this request. I genuinely think this is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written lol. So I hope you love it too!! <3

Warnings: I don’t think I used pronouns but it’s still kinda implied it’s fem reader. Totally sfw!

Since your arrival on the giant elephant where the Minks lived, it was nothing but chaos. Now, that was to be expected with your crew, but you really just needed a break after the events of Dressrosa.

And of course, to nobody’s surprise, when Cat Viper had suggested having a banquet, your captain jumped at the chance to have one. You could only hope that nobody would drag you off to dance or get drunk with them, though. That thought replayed in your mind, as you watched the Minks, your crew and Law’s crew all interact. Please nobody bother me… was the wishful thought you kept thinking.

Nami briefly came over to where you sat under a tree, tilting her head to the side with a semi-sour look on her face. “What’s the matter y/n? Normally you like banquets.”

You brought a hand to your forehead, rubbing it as though that could help the headache all the noise was giving you. “I just feel like shit since Dressrosa… sorry,” you explained, giving Nami an apologetic look. She was your best friend, therefore you two always had the most fun together during banquets.

“I swear, those boys,” she scoffed, blaming your exhaustion on them. It was partially true, anyway. “Always getting so rowdy… I’ll tell them to leave you alone. Maybe you should go rest?” Nami suggested.

“Yeah, I think I will. Not now, though.” You agreed, pausing after the latter half of your sentence.

“Why’s that?” Nami asked.

“The banquet started barely an hour ago. Don’t wanna leave too early, haha,” you added a lighthearted laugh so that Nami would know you’re not in too much pain.

“I see. Well, I’ll talk to you later, k?” She smiled down at you.

“Mhm. Bye,” you waved her off as Nami skipped away, going to bother Usopp next.

You continued to sit alone underneath the tree for what felt like hours. But realistically, you guessed that only thirty minutes had passed. You watched as Luffy and Chopper did their usual chopsticks ‘trick’ for all the minks, who were hysterically laughing at the scene. A quiet giggle escaped you, and you shook your head.

“It’s no wonder you’ve got a headache with crewmates like that,” a deep voice came from beside you, startling you. You looked to your left to see Law, whom you’d actually become pretty good friends with since the alliance started. You often wondered if you were the one and only exception to the “alliance does not equal friendship” rule.

“Jeez, you scared me,” you laughed, smiling as the other captain sat down beside you, knees bent upward so that his arms could rest on them.

“Just checking on you,” he hummed, but then you noticed his ears turning red as he quickly looked away from you. “S-since I heard you tell Nami about… y’know.”

You giggled in response, thinking about how cute Law looked like this. He was certainly flustered, but was that because he was just awkward or did he have… other feelings for you?

“Yeah, it’s gotten better though,” you said, in reference to the headache. “But I’m still tired,” you yawned.

“Same here,” Law added, seeming stoic once again.

The two of you continued to sit together underneath the tree, not really making much conversation. It’s not like you needed to, anyway. You’d learned that Law, much like yourself, preferred to be more laid back and quietly watch rather than party. So the two of you spending time together like this was really nice, actually. Every now and then, one of you would say something just to make sure that the other hadn’t fallen asleep. This continued on for another hour or so, before you accidentally started something;

You raised your arms up to stretch as you yawned, repositioning yourself against the tree. However, when you lowered your hands, you accidentally placed your left one directly on top of Law’s tattooed hand.

He quietly gasped, and you quickly snatched your hand away, face turning red. “S-sorry,” you squeaked out, trying to avoid eye contact with the surgeon.

Law’s face was equally as red, though, “no I don’t mi- I mean, uh, don’t worry about it,” he managed to say, stammering and stuttering his words. That was unusual for him.

After that interaction, you both gradually scooted closer and closer to each other, and before you knew it, you were pressed up against Law, the skin of your arms brushing against each other. You hesitantly laid your head onto his shoulder, feeling bold.

He jumped just a little, but didn’t verbally protest or make any movements that indicated he wanted you to stop. You smiled at that. I’m definitely the exception to the alliance rule. Possibly even more… I hope.

Your face once again flushed red as you thought about that. You and Law, together? What would your crew have to say about that?

“Y/n-ya,” he suddenly spoke up, turning his head to look at you.

“Yeah?” You breathed, looking up at him from where you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Wanna sneak out of here?” He asked, a smirk on his lips. A smirk that had your heart beating faster and faster, as you thought about wiping said smirk off his lips. With your lips.

You could only nod, the butterflies in your stomach making your mind race with thoughts about what Law intended on doing once you snuck away.

He stood up first, holding a hand out for you to grab onto. Gently, you placed your hand into his and he pulled you up. A bit too fast, though, as you stumbled forward once on your feet. Directly into his chest.

For a second, you were pressed against his body, head lightly landing underneath his chin. You pulled back, though, biting your lip as you felt your face flush with embarrassment, again.

“Sorry. Seems like I’m being very clumsy tonight,” you giggled, willing yourself to look back at Law.

He still looked down at you with a slight smile, and gosh, was he so charming right now. Your little crush on the Heart Pirate’s captain seemed to be turning into you being in love with him, now.

Law guided you back to one of the many tree-houses, the one he’d been staying in, specifically. There were a couple dimly lit candles illuminating the room, and you looked around as you stepped further inside. He certainly kept his space very neat, which only made you love him more. You were so used to the boys trashing everything and not caring enough to clean up.

He sat down on the bed, patting the spot to his right with his hand. You sat next to him, eyes still wandering around the room as you waited for him to break the silence.

“Y/n, I wanna tell you something,” Law then quietly said. You were a bit taken aback that he hadn’t added the usual “-ya” to your name. He must’ve been serious.

You simply looked at him, waiting for Law to continue with hopeful eyes.

“I know when the alliance started, I said this was strictly a no friendliness thing. But- I. Um,” he scratched the back of his neck, awkwardly. “I’ve changed my mind. For you, at least.”

“That’s nice to know,” you said, trying to not look disappointed that he hadn’t confessed his love for you. “I'm glad we can be friends.”

“That’s not all,” he then added, sparking hope within you once again. “I… want to go further than ‘just friends’. Y/n… I, fuck, this is so awkward,” he cursed, placing a hand over his face as though he was disappointed with himself. “I- I love you, okay?”

With the words now out, Law turned his head away, fearing that you’d reject him. But how could you? He was the most handsome man you’d ever met, and was nothing like the rowdy, filthy boys on your crew. Smiling, you placed your hands on each side of his face, turning him to face you.

“I'm glad you feel that way, too,” you whispered, before doing something you’d never thought you’d ever do;

You’d felt his breath on your lips for just a second, and decided you had to do it now before you changed your mind. Leaning your head up and forward, you swiftly connected your lips with Law’s, slowly easing the two of you into the kiss as it seemed you were both inexperienced. It took a couple moments of stiff, awkward kissing before you finally figured out how to fit your lips against his. Feeling weak in the knees despite sitting down, you swooned and deepened the kiss, loving the way his lips felt against your own.

Before you knew it, you were practically shoving your tongues down each other’s throats, your hands still firmly holding onto Law with his arms now wrapped around your body, holding you close to him.

When you finally parted a few inches away to get some air into your lungs, your body flushed with hotness as your mixed saliva strung together between your lips. Was that how heavy your make out had been? It was thrilling, honestly.

You licked your lips and went in for another kiss, but before you could fully connect your mouth with Law’s, the door burst open as your captain rushed inside the room. “Oi! Torao! You need to come down and- hey! Why’s y/n in here?!”

You stared with wide eyes and a reddened face at your captain, realizing you and Law were still holding each other, faces not even an inch apart. “Get out of here! Now!” Law yelled, causing your captain to laugh as he retreated with a “sorry, sorry.”

As the door shut again, you could hear Luffy say one more thing; “Torao can’t come right now! He’s too busy shoving his face into y/n’s. Hey, why are they doing that?”

The last bit of Luffy’s statement sounded quite confused, but you couldn’t hear anybody’s response as their voices faded away, and it was just you and Law again.

“Sorry about that, he doesn’t understand-“

“You don’t need to keep apologizing to me, you know? Though it’s cute to see you get embarrassed,” Law cut you off, kissing you again as he finished speaking. He ran a tattooed hand through your hair as he did so, making your heart skip a few beats.

“Right. Sorry- I mean, um. So, now what? Are we dating?” You asked, a playful smile on your lips.

“Yeah, we’ll just have to see what your captain says about that,” Law answered with a light chuckle. “I don’t think I’ll be able to part from you after all this.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of it,” you whispered, looking into his gray eyes. “I wanna be with you, always, Law…”

“Then be with me, always, y/n.”

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fakeyellow · 6 days

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SCREAMING I just played the updates for both M!LS and F!LS and I 😭😭 THEYRE SO CUTE!!! M!LS laughing if MC takes his hand and runs away?? So different from his usual expression and so so cute I can only imagine MC speechless. F!LS and MC making perfume for each other and smelling it off each other’s wrists (gotta go back for the neck option) hnhgh LOST MY MIND. WHEN LS LOCKED EYES WITH MC FROM THE VANTAGE POINT OF HER WRIST?? TENSION WAS SO THICK YOU COULD CUT IT WITH A KNIFE. I was afraid the attendant was there I’m glad she wasn’t LMAO. And both versions of LS blushing when they’re embarrassed?? Gives me serotonin I love to see more stoic/serious characters flustered!! THANK YOU FOR THE UPDATE!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Ahhh thank you for your kind words!!

For the scene where M!LS runs with you, I was initially obsessed with finding a lighthearted, heart-lifting, sparkling for lack of a better word, piece of copyright-free piano music to play but that unfortunately didn't pan out ;;;

lol ngl the wrist scene is my personal favourite of the four options, I'm glad you liked it <3

#crash course in you #lee seol

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jellori · 3 months

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Hiya! As promised, I have some Sparky existing with Dawn headcannons- Along with a question- So, I'm currently working on a story about Sparky being in the PPT universe and was wondering if you would be okay with me using Dawn in it- Completely crediting you ofc! If you're not comfy with that I understand and will not use them ^^

Some headcannons of Dawn and Sparky-

Sparky was the snuggliest fucking thing when she was little. Taking ANY opportunity to snuggle Dawn, 'Nap or 'Day. When she gets older, she tends to avoid physical contact though she still likes to sleep near or next to her family.

When Dawn and Sparky where little they used to find random little bugs and make them houses out of rubbish and watch the bugs run around in the house. Sometimes getting DogDay to make them little hats out of moss and flowers and give them to the bugs-

Dawn tends to twitch in their sleep when they have dreams, and this leads to Dawn accidently kicking Spark in their sleep.

Catnap sometimes tries to do dad-jokes but fails miserably, usually leading to Sparky laughing their ass off (or at least chucking), Dawn giggling and saying, "Nice try, Dad!", and DogDay either facepalming or giving 'Nap a lighthearted eyeroll.

Spark is the kind of person to keep a grudge. If you have wronged her, she will not let you forget (Unless your Dawn, 'Day or 'Nap. Then she tends to be more forgiving-). Dawn however- Forgives but doesn't forget.

Uuuhh- I haven't had the motivation to doodle yet today-- soo uhh- Yeah- but if you are okay with me using Dawn in the story i will def post the finished chapters in the #dawn tag so- I hope you see it!

Hope your having an amazing day/night and byebye!

Oh for sure! Its so adorable how some of you put Dawn in your au's. I adore it!

Very cute headcanons! The dream ones my favourite lol. Specificly because I remember my dog used to kick in her sleep and i just used to stare at her like the confused child I was.

If I dont see your Post (like, reblog or reply) feel free to tag or dm me! Thats for everyone 🗣I get alot of notifications and im not online daily so I miss things! And I dont want to miss your amazing works 🥺

#ask #Dawn #poppy playtime

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heybaetae · 5 months

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gifmaker / cc wrapped 2023!

thanks for tagging me my angel @jkvjimin 💜

i tried really hard not to choose all comp sets, but those take the most effort and therefore are what i'm prouder of than a standard set, but regardless...

here are my top 10 fave creations of the year:

bts chapter 1 insta feed // this was an insanely taxing project and is probably the most work i've ever put into anything, but i was really inspired to do it. it took about a week (one day for each panel) and was repetitive, i literally threw out my back by day 3 from sitting working on it that my body was in SO MUCH PAIN, but i wanted to get everything right and make it make sense which is why i wrote up a detail post breaking it down and explaining every decision that went into this. i still intend to make this a series and do one dedicated to their japanese discography (i actually started on one before i published this but didn't like the concept) and for their solo work, but it doesn't feel like the right time yet as things continue to release. but i look forward to it!

cheesy bts valentine cards // this was purposely corny, but the response was unbelievable! i had fun working on it and was so happy it made people laugh and smile. the tags were a joy to read on this post and it's my fourth most popular gifset ever. thank you!

bts guide to troubled birds // yet another corny idea, but i get a kick out of making silly comps and was inspired to make this. i started with jimin's as an experiment because his poem was the easiest to choose and built the rest of it from there, carefully deciding which poem to apply to each member and recreating them from scratch. i love celebrating their chaos in fun ways, so this was nice!

jungkook's sensitive tear ducts // sometimes i get really random comp ideas and spontaneously start making something with no plan. this was one of those times and it is now my third most popular gifset since making this blog in 2020 lol. ofc i'd never gif him upset about anything serious, so i only chose moments that didn't feel inappropriate to include to keep this set lighthearted and humorous.

long live bts (10th anniversary set) // i always knew i wanted to make something with the lyrics of that song because every word of it reminds me of their story. the 10th anniversary was perfect since it literally says "it was the end of a decade". i wanted the set to just be really simple so i went with a more desaturated look and focused more on choosing a scene from each year that fit the lyric per that gif.

love me again mv // this was my first time bothering to gif a music video in 4k. i usually avoid it bc it slows my computer down and takes a lot longer (i also have to reconvert the youtube download to a different file type to get it to play in my kmplayer, it's a whole process) but i waited a few days after it came out because i originially didn't think i could color it when it premiered so i just didn't gif it. but i gave it a try anyway when i didn't feel so pressured and i really like how crisp they came out.

jungkook's bday set // i didn't have a plan for this when i started, but i searched a lot for inspo and finally found something i felt like i could make something with so i came up with this very barbie-esque rendition for jungkook that i'm still very fond of. i purposely didn't write happy birthday on it anywhere so it could be shared year-round. it's probably my fave set i made all year and everyone seemed to like it too!

jimin's bday set // this was originally just going to include songs from FACE, but i decided it didn't celebrate jimin's work as a whole if i didn't include all his solo songs/endeavors so it turned into a big monster. i like how it came out though!

standing next to you mv // this year i was introduced to HD master files, so instead of rushing to download a new mv from youtube and giffing it fast, i'd wait for a higher quality rip from apple music to show up online. the difference is quite astounding. i made gifs with master files for all three of jk's music videos this year (seven, 3D), but i like how this one turned out the best.

vmin comp // just felt like giffing my two favorite people before they left and needed to channel my sad emotions into something before seeing them seperate for so long. i included moments i've giffed before and ones i've never had the chance to gif. i could have made this post so much longer but forced myself to stop lol. i like the pink and blue colors in it a lot <3 i miss them so much

thank for all your support on my work this year! i have lots of (old) new stuff in my drafts to share in the new year so please keep your love coming x

i'm going to tag @userjiminie @userjungkook97 @btsiu and @cordiallyfuturedwight to do this if they'd like to!

#tag game #cc tag game

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that-fangirl-1106 · 1 year

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Hiiiiiii friend :) I wanted to request a Bradley Bradshaw x reader where the reader works at the Hard Deck and Bradley comes in late one night right before she’s about to close. They’ve been flirting back and forth for a while but nothing serious lol

Thank you🥰🥰🥰

Something New (Bradley Bradshaw x Reader)

Note: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it :) y’all send me as many requests as you’d like!! And thank you sm for all the likes/reblogs on my COD blurbs!!

Summary: Just some lighthearted flirting with our favorite fighter pilot <3

No use of (Y/N) I’m pretty sure it’s gn???

Warnings: none! Enjoy the fluff :)

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The open windows of the Hard Deck let in a warm summer breeze that wraps around your shoulders while you work. The salt from the ocean and the sound of the waves made you smile; you’d never get tired of working on the beach. The sound of soft music from the jukebox echoes off the walls and you couldn’t help but hum along and sway your hips while you wiped down the bar. You loved the Hard Deck when it was busting with people and so loud your customers had to shout their orders, but it was rewarding to see it quiet and empty, too.

After a long and busy day, midnight had finally rolled around and you were closing. While you grabbed the broom and dustpan, you heard a car pull up to the parking lot. You peeked out the window and saw a blue Ford Bronco. You smiled to yourself; it was him. Rooster, or “Bradley,” as he had insisted you call him after some frequent visits to the Hard Deck. He had quickly become one of your favorite fighter pilots that frequented the bar. Usually accompanied by his friends, he would often come to the bar to order a round, and then get fussed at by his friends for letting the beer get warm while he was caught up talking to you instead of taking the drinks back to the group.

You had to admit that you liked him - everyone did. He was tall and charming, funny and friendly, talented and handsome. Your favorite nights are when he would sit at the piano and sing for you everyone. He made you flustered without even trying and everyone who knew him gravitated towards him. You were interrupted from your thoughts by him walking through the door.

You smirked to yourself, not looking up from your sweeping. “Was the ��Closed’ sign on the door too subtle, Rooster?”

He chuckled softly. “I told you, it’s Bradley. And I just figured I’d surprise you. The door was unlocked.”

He leaned against one of the high tables on his forearms and grinned at you. “Am I too late for a drink?”

You had just put everything back where it needed to go, but how were you supposed to say no to his smile? His big brown puppy dog eyes had your heart the minute you met him.

“One,” you help up a single finger. “And then I’m actually closing.”

“Yes ma’am,” he lightly tilted his head and smirked at you.

You leaned on your arms on the table, your face inches from his. Your cheeks were warm, but that was just from the summer heat, right? You shook your head and couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble, you know that Bradley?”

You wanted to glance down at your hands that were practically touching but his eyes held you in place; a grounding point.

“Maybe so,” he looked over your face and you could tell he was considering something. “But I didn’t think you’d mind too much.” His voice trailed off and his eyes went from your eyes to your lips, lingering a little longer than they normally did.

You inhaled deeply, giving yourself a bit of courage before closing the gap between you and kissing the edge of his mouth, just missing where he wanted you.

“No, I don’t mind too much.” You pulled back, looking at him with a mischievous grin. You were gonna make him work for it but he was more than ready for the challenge.

He groaned loudly before setting his head on the table with a laugh. “You’re killin’ me here!”

You pushed yourself off the high table and walked over to the bar before he could protest. “This one’s on the house, but you’d better leave me a good tip!”

You couldn’t ignore the butterflies that settled in your chest and the smile that spread across your face. A part of you was screaming not to get involved with him; you had seen how some of the pilots treated girls and how frequently they came and went. But the bigger part of you ignored that and focused on the present. It was just a drink. Just a friendly conversation. Surely it wouldn’t turn into anything more, right?

#top gun #top gun imagine #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw fluff #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #rooster fic #rooster x reader #rooster imagine

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cupidjyu · 1 year

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hii girlie could u do a eric fluff where the reader is insecure abt their height bc they are taller than eric and eric comes home to them crying in their room :(

perfectly for me

eric x insecure tall reader (thank you for the request! hope you're feeling okay right now!)

genre: hurt/comfort for real, crying, insecurity, eric is a sweetheart notes: eric is literally me describing why i need a tall person to be mine (cough hyunjae cough) i am mostly on the avg height LOL also have i mentioned how much i love to write hurt/comfort hope you enjoy this anon! you're beautiful just as you are! word count: 1k

the mirror reflection stared back at you as you sighed.

ever since you were young, you’ve always been the tallest in your group. you were tall among the rest of your friends, and when it came to lining up in height order for class, you were usually near the front.

it didn’t bother you at first, but the insecurities started to come up when people started remarking on it. at that point, you always thought it would be hard to find someone who would genuinely like you and your height and not make back-handed jokes about it.

that was until you met eric. you had met him in class and you had thought that he had the sweetest smile. ever since you were introduced, he would not stop clinging to you, even if you tried to push him away or blatantly avoid him. so ultimately, you decided to indulge him and that was when you realized that you might actually like him.

you kept it to yourself, of course since you were so sure he wouldn’t return the feelings until one day, he approached you with a bouquet of handpicked flowers in his hands.

“be mife? i mean- mine!”

you sighed. even with eric constantly telling you that he liked that you were taller than him, you always continued to feel like you were out of place. you knew how some people would stare or how your friends would make jokes that you would simply laugh off, but deep down, it made you feel like you didn’t deserve such a sweetheart like eric.

you sniffed, feeling your eyes start to sting and your heart weighs down. you sat back down on the bed, staring at the mirror defeated. thoughts rushed through your head. what if eric was lying and just being nice? what if he-

it took you a while to realize that you had started crying. you panicked immediately, knowing that eric would be coming over soon. at that point, you just wanted to climb into the covers of the bed and hide from the world.

and so that’s what you did.

you opened the blankets of your bed and climbed in, completely ignoring the fact that eric was probably unlocking the front door right now. tears started to escape your eyes. you knew that crying wouldn’t solve anything, nor would it make fix your worries, but it definitely helped lift the burden in your chest, just a little bit.

you lost track of time as you curled in on yourself, feeling exhausted from the tears. but then, you jumped when you heard the door of your bedroom open.

you gasped.

“y/n!” the familiar voice paused, his footsteps halting. “y/n?”

you held your breath.

“i see you,” he said, his tone lighthearted and cute.

you sighed, knowing it was useless to hide from him. suddenly, you felt a large warm weight fall on top of you. it was his body, draping over you and enveloping you in his familiar warmth. he let out a long, low breath.

“i missed you, my dear y/n,” he spoke sincerely. you felt your throat close up again, tears welling up in your eyes. you prayed desperately that he wouldn’t open the blankets and see your teary eyes.

“m-mhm,” you managed to quietly hum, trying to calm your wobbly voice. but he quickly noticed as he stopped.

“y/n,” he whispered, pressing an ear to the lump on the bed. “are you okay?”

“yeah, i…” you were interrupted by eric grabbing the hem of the blankets and gently peeling them off. he frowned when he saw the tears dribbling down your cheeks.

his eyes softened, “hey.” he pouted when you let out another small cry. he quickly shushed you, cupping your face in his hands, “what happened?”

you shook your head, unable to speak.

“okay,” he sighed. “you don’t have to talk about it,” he gently smiled. then, he opened his arms, “c’mere.” he lifted you up effortlessly as he pulled you into a tight hug. you melted into his arms, clutching his shirt as you let your tears flow freely. he held you for who knows how long as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“i hate my height,” you finally spoke.

he pulled away, bewildered.

“why?” he whined. “i think your height is amazing. i love how tall you are.”

“yeah but-” you curled in on yourself. “i feel like i look off-putting or something. i always feel like people make jokes about how i’m taller than you and-”

“they can choke.”

you startled, looking at him with wide eyes. though, eric’s always been the aggressive type.

“i repeat,” he started, his voice soft again. “i love how tall you are.”

“i know, but-”

“you never let me explain,” he smiled.

you froze, “hm?”

“i love how tall you are because it makes me feel safe,” he replied. “i may be taller than a lot of people, but i’ve always wanted a partner who’s taller than me. you give amazing hugs and-” he paused, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “i love being the small spoon…” he admitted, smiling giddily to himself. “i don’t want you to ever think i don’t want you to be taller than me because i love you so much. i love burying my face into you and i just love-”

“okay,” you laughed, pressing a finger to his lips. “that’s enough…” you were certainly flustered.

“hey, you’re smiling!” he pointed out, giggling. he used his thumbs and wiped away your tears. “don’t feel sad and try to hide it from me, okay? i’m always here to listen.”

“‘kay,” you whispered with a small smile. he grinned back warmly.

“can i be the small spoon now?” he asked, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“fine,” you rolled your eyes fondly. you both fell into bed as you got into position, holding him close to your chest. and since you were taller than him, you could fully encompass him, making your heart lighten a bit.

he let out a pleased sigh, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “this is truly what life is like. just keep on holding me.”

#the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #the boyz reactions #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #the boyz x reader #requests 💞#drabbles 💞#eric sohn x reader #eric sohn fluff

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clemsharmony · 9 days

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oh my GOD okay concepts for an official 40th anniversary tmnt comics collection. don't even LOOK my way. i'm i'm

oh my GOD oh my god okay ONE. raph. raph with an eyepatch AND his PROSTHETIC ARM. meaning number one. both leo and raph are amputees. i love it when they make the ninja turtles disabled.

two. leo LITERALLY took raphs arm after he died. that shit wasn't from a robot it was just straight up His arm. is that better or worse is that sweeter or 10x more morbid

i KNEW i was onto something giving my future raph one arm

theres just theres LOTS of things making me think. most of all the fact that mikey and cj are here looking basically identical to their movie designs. so raph and donnie can't have died very long before the movie. casey grew up with all 4 brothers — when he went back in time he met all of them again. it wasn't just mikey and leo. people like to write raph as dying before he ever met cj so you have NO IDEA how happy this makes me

also mayhem is tiny and weird and its making me laugh. he's like um like the books!toothless of tmnt with a two thousand year lifespan

aaaAA. OUGHH april. APRIL i see that plastron armour. she's modelled her armour after the turtles and its canon now dont fuuucking talk to me

i want so bad to see these future fucks just messing about. god i pray this comic is lighthearted. let them be happy. media needs to focus less on the never ending hell of the post-apocalypse and more on the normal people living through it

its not gonna be all happy though. i already know. its gonna be about mikey training his mystic powers/ninpō to make portals. look how uncomfortable everyone looks at the fact he can do that shit like

r raph spikey mask ueueue its like my favourite little quirk about his design and he still has it

no talking about donnies ridiculous outfit just the fact that hes there ALIVE looking as fucking stupid as usual

actually what is cj wearing lol

OHHH i could say so much more. SO MUCH MORE. now watch them tear all of this away in the finished art watch them rob raph of his prosthetic and donnie of his hideous overalls

#tmnt #chara thoughts #spoilers #rottmnt spoilers #wow i bet that tag is outdated #rottmnt #sorry normally i'd spill everything in the tags but this is just an entire post on me freaking out i have nothing to add

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yuikomorii · 1 year

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As a fellow Ruki stan I'd love to know how you'd rank his routes 🌸

// Sure thing! ^^

1. More Blood

You probably didn't see this coming, but I really enjoyed his MB route! I'm aware of how hated it is because of the cat scene, and while I disagree with Ruki's actions, they didn't ruin him for me. I just love how SASSY Ruki can be, even if some of his roasts are really mean, but I'm sure they're just there to make the audience laugh. I think the funniest one was when he told Yui "Today we will go home on foot. Why? Because a person such as yourself who doesn’t know how to stop when eating is very prone to put on some pounds after all.” He's so savage, and I love it, but I wouldn't want to deal with such a person in real life, lol. Aside from that, his last Ecstasy chapter was the first to make me cry, and his Vampire Ending was stunning, especially the kissing cg!

2. Chaos Lineage

Another unpopular choice because I've seen a lot of people complain about it being boring and lacking significant romantic interactions due to including his brothers too much, and while I can't say his route was very good, I still really like it! I'm glad Ruki was less obsessed with Karl there, and he seemed more relaxed and genuine overall. He even pouted at one point, which was so cuuute! I love the Mukamis, so I'm always up for family moments, and the romance was adequate, neither exaggerated nor non-existent.

3. Dark Fate

Would have given it a higher rating if Ruki hadn't been such a jerk in the first half, and what bothered me the most was how he treated his brothers. Kou had very good reasons to be mad at him, and it's already becoming frustrating because they're supposed to be best bros, yet Ruki and Kou always find a way to fight. What did I love about it? He got down on his knees and apologized to Yui for saying such horrible things. I was moved to tears by the scene in which he cried for her because I had not expected Ruki to do such a thing. Furthermore, his Vampire Ending is probably my favorite of all games; it's simply the best possible outcome for him and Yui.

4. Lunatic Parade

I don't remember much about LP, but his route was fun, and I think he was more flirty than usual there, which is a plus! Well, everyone had great LP routes in my opinion because that game was truly lighthearted!

5. Lost Eden

He was ideal in the first half of the route, but the second half irritated me greatly. Maybe I have high expectations, but are you really going to tell me that in the previous game, a "dummy" character only heard ONE thing about Karlheinz yet immediately connected all the dots about all his victims, realizing that he's truly the root of all evil because he was using everyone for his selfish desires and then… there's Ruki who 1) was told by Christa that Karl was Trismegiste aka the person who ruined his life, 2) went to Romania to read about the Revolution, where Trismegiste was mentioned, 3) had his ghoul-father tell him that Karl is Trismegiste and that he slaughtered a bunch of people to make ghouls out of them only to have Ruki say this "I'm sure Karlheinz-sama regretted his actions, that's why he gave our lives back". If he had regretted, he would have rewinded time long ago. I'm aware that different writers exist, but they should be more careful when writing these parallels because it can cast their own characters in a negative light, since one reaction will always be better than the other. Still really liked the lore and the fact Rejet learnt something about Romanian history.

6. Vandead Carnival

I enjoy VC as a game, but Ruki was a little too stiff for my liking. It wasn't bad, but I felt like Ruki was babysitting Yui for almost the entire route. :”)

#admin

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bubbledtee · 2 years

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pregnancy fic w gareth? if not, totally fine. if so, thank you very much. i genuinely enjoy your writing so very much. makes my day when you post :)

Both of You

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x preg!f!reader

Warnings: teen pregnancy, mentions of reader being harrassed for being a pregnant teen, mentions of fighting, fluff, bad writing lol, not proofread, we die like men

A/N: thank you for requesting this!! i was thinking about writing some dad!gareth x preg!reader so this request was awesome to get! hope you enjoy it anon! ^-^

"Y/N?" Gareth practically whispered into the dark room, his fingers searching the wall for the light switch, "You still awake, baby?" He waited a few moments for your response before switching on the light, revealing you in all your glory.

You lay on your side, a pillow wedged between your belly and the mattress in an attempt to not have horrible side and back pains in the morning. As Gareth paced closer to you, he smiled at how adorable you looked. Your plump lips were ever-so-slightly parted, your breaths flowing in and out with a relaxed ease with your hair spread messily across the soft pillow that would usually belong to Gareth.

The boy smiled fondly before placing a warm hand on your tummy, his eyes moving to the protruding bump.

"Must've made your mommy real tired, huh?" Gareth whispered, his thumb rubbing against your thinly clothed skin. He could feel a tiny poke beneath his hand, making his smile grow into a wide beam before he turned away to change into a band tee and a pair of loose sweatpants.

Your eyes gently blinked themselves open as he had his back turned. You hummed quietly with a deep breath, watching how the boy's back muscles flexed while he reached out for a shirt.

You nestled the side of your face into the pillow below your head, "How'd it go?" you rasped out, your voice ridden with sleep.

Gareth pulled his The Number Of The Beast shirt over his head before turning around and answering, "Like usual," he sighs, making his way to the side of his bed, "5 drunks,"

You snort out a laugh as you move farther to 'your side' of Gareth's bed, giving him room to lay beside you, "Well, if you would've let me come, it could've been 5 drunks and a pregnant 18-year-old."

Gareth shuffles himself onto the mattress, "Yeah, and those 5 drunks would've harassed that pregnant 18-year-old." he reminded with raised eyebrows, settling into his spot.

As lighthearted as the comment came off, there was a lot of truth to it. Up until your 20-week mark, you were going to Corroded Coffin's shows every week without issue. Most people didn't even realize your bump under your band tee and leather jacket, and if they did, they would just assume you had gained weight since they had last seen you. It wasn't until you really started to round out that you became the town pariah.

Those '5 drunks' had called you all kinds of names that twenty-first Tuesday of your pregnancy. Whore, slut, skank, any sort of name that would point to you having sex, they called you. Which, when you had mumbled to Gareth the situation that had ensued during their performance, he was fuming.

Needless to say, Eddie and himself were bruised and bloodied as they walked out of the alley behind the Hideout that night.

You didn't say anything in response, knowing there was nothing to say. You just watched as one of his hands settled on your tummy, a faint, drowsy smile painted upon his face.

"Don't need either of my girls getting hurt," he hummed fondly, looking up into your eyes after a moment. His beauftiful blue eyes were filled with so much love for you as he leaned closer to you, your faces just inches apart now.

You pressed a hand against his warm cheek, brushing your thumb beneath his eye. You didn't notice just how large your smile was until Gareth spoke just above a whisper, "What?" he asked fondly with a tiny laugh, making you blush.

"Nothin'," you answer, moving your forehead to press against the boy's, "I just love you,"

Gareth's cheeks must've burned with how wide his smile was, your sweet words soaking through his skin right to his heart. He leaned in to plant a warm, loose-llipped kiss on your lips, one that sent an everlasting heat through your chest.

"I love you too," he whispered against your lips, his thumb rubbing circles on the skin of your belly. He nuzzled his nose further against yours, angling his head downwards slightly, "Both of you."

taglist: @avrizl @ryswritingrecord

#gareth emerson x you #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson #gareth emerson x y/n #fanfiction #request #pregnant reader #pregnancy #bub's writings

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verxsyon · 2 years

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·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 ❞

your boyfriend is quite the gentleman. he has difficulty to act so casually around you despite being in a relationship with you for a while now. one day, you’re trying to lure a side of him that seems to be out-of-character.

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. tachibana naoto x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 0.8k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. college au, established relationship au ; fluff

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. naoto’s been growing on me hehe. to be honest with y’all, he was hard to write, going through like three drafts before this one. he’s kinda a little shit in this one lol. this idea is actually inspired by his formal speech in japanese. i had the reader being older than him in mind, which kind of explains his struggle, but it doesn’t have to be. i think it’s a cute detail. this pretty and smart detective has me in a chokehold (i’m sorry, mitsuya).

What struck you about Tachibana Naoto was his serious demeanor. You first met him during one of his late-night caffeine runs, when you were covering for your sick coworker. He had an authoritative vibe that intimidated you somewhat but piqued your interest. You were alone on that shift, so you had no one to rely on if anything goes wrong.

One thing did go wrong, but it was on his end. He forgot his wallet.

He tried to hide it during the payment process. However, you were staring awkwardly at his hands patting down his pockets in silent desperation for a minute. You pitied him, resorting to discounting his drink for free.

“On the house,” you say with a smile so he wouldn’t feel guilty. It’s the same catchphrase and gesture months later when he forgets his wallet again. Interning at a rigorous police department has taken a toll on his sleep schedule, based on the amount of visits at the café every week, thus affecting his memory.

“Thank you very much.” It’s that same response from that time that allowed you to see past his cold exterior. He’s polite, too polite that he can’t bring himself to act so casually around you despite telling him to drop the formalities. You have a feeling he’s hiding an important secret. He’s already terrible at it, considering his numerous wallet incidents.

“Is there something wrong? You had a strange look on your face.”

“Yes, actually.” You grab his coffee right out of his hands as he’s about to take a sip. “Be more assertive. Be a little… mean. You’re holding yourself back, Mister Future Detective.”

“I’m sorry?”

“See your coffee?” You fiercely point at the cup next to you. “The problem is that it’s not within your vicinity at the moment. Saying please isn’t letting your precious drink go anywhere.”

“Oh? Is that how it is?” You didn’t expect him to stifle a laugh, a lighthearted one at that. “So saying please isn’t enough for you to stay at least fifteen more minutes to continue this conversation with me?”

The comeback makes you flustered, losing the words you wanted to say in your mouth. You can’t believe he has this power to ruthlessly tease you all this time. What have you done? “Shut up. My break is almost over.”

“What a shame. Nevertheless, thank you for the coffee.” Narrowing your eyes at him cautiously as you slowly approach the kitchen, he stops you by pointing to the corner of your mouth. “Before you go back, you have a little something there. Here, I’ll get it for you.”

Instead of his thumb touching your lips, it’s his own. It’s brief, but it’s enough to give you a whiplash. To make matters worse, he has the audacity to tease you because of your reaction.

“Your naivete is adorable,” he taunts, taking a sip of his coffee that you fail to snatch from the table and hide it from his sight. “I was joking, by the way. There’s nothing there.”

You greatly underestimated him. You become flustered the second time today because of him, which you didn’t think he’s capable of doing. Your fingers begin to graze on where he kissed you. “Okay. Leave, you jerk. Or else no more of the usual for you.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” It’s the first time he uses a nickname on you, and it makes you want to scream your head off. You did enjoy it, so it’s something you can get used to in the future. “Shall I pick you up tonight at your dorm after your shift?”

“Sure. But don’t forget your wallet, idiot,” you grumble. “I’ll ditch you and eat all the delicious food there by myself.”

“Not to worry, sweetheart. I promise I won’t forget.” He throws his cup away and suddenly turns to you with worry. “So was that what you wanted? Was it good or was it too much?”

“Yes.” It’s vague, and you say without hesitation. Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow at the nature of your answer, but you clarify that you’re referring to his teasing. “I’m very impressed. I expected you to back down, but you seized the opportunity and went all for it. I gotta say, that was sexy of you. Can you keep doing that? I like it.”

He pulls you into his chest to kiss you and then lifts his head with a smug smile. “So you’re into that, sweetheart? Anything for you.”

“Just go already, Nao. You’re going to miss class.” You practically kick him out by physically directing him to the exit. “I’ll see you tonight.”

You just attempted to lure a side of your boyfriend that turns out to be very uncharacteristic of him, but you like it very much, though it may not be good for your heart. For someone who’s initially seen as cold and is polite when getting to know him, he has a secret talent of being a ruthless teaser, making you flustered multiple times in a row. You’re so in love with him that it hurts, and you won’t have it any other way.

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