#I CAN'T FIGHT YOU ALL IT'S MY WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

[randomshyperson]

Heart Drawing - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Dinner with Mr. Heart takes a different turn. Or, what anyone who wasn't a synthezoid would have done at the sight of Wanda in that dress.

Warnings: (+18), purely smut, bottom!Wanda (bratty), rough smut, creampie, strap-on, fingering and oral (w rec),  Westview setting, established relationship, kinda semi-public (?), almost getting caught but Wanda keeps doing magic tricks | Words: 1.169k

A/N-> I can't believe I finally wrote this, it's a fixing of the scene from WandaVision because I always thought it was unbelievable. If Wanda prepared a romantic dinner for me, especially wearing that, there would be no dinner at all. A good Wandavision anniversary for all of us btw <3

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Although it was one of the skills she developed first, mental control could be very difficult. Especially if Wanda was experiencing some other strong emotion, such as stress, anger, or sadness. 

Or physical exertion, like a fight with an alien or lifting machines or the like. 

Or just being so close to cumming in the middle of the kitchen.

And you, well, you weren't making it any easier for her. Your hips never faltered in their brutal rhythm against her and every time the fake cock attached to your waist slid between her tight walls, Wanda had the impression that even the magic around the house was failing. 

Her eyes were still red, though - Wanda is still surprised that she has any control when you slide your fingers down to tug at her neglected clit and she's forced to muffle her whimper with a bite on your shoulder.

She's sure she won't be able to keep the two guests static in the kitchen if you keep this up. But the soft protest is little more than a choke; "S-slow down, detka" she gasps directly into your ear.

You adjust the angle, and your hips slow down, but god, you thrust hard enough for the kitchen counter to crack. The dress she called a surprise barely hanging on her body is pushed down even further with the rough motions and Wanda won't be surprised if the the magic fails her once and for all with the reach of her orgasm.

She wasn't complaining, after all, this was the whole point of the night. A misunderstanding about a heart drawn on the calendar had led her to believe that tonight would be an anniversary (of which, she and Agnes came to no conclusion, and Wanda preferred to pretend it was supposed to be a wedding one). She got chocolate fruit and a dress that made you ignore your boss in the other room and force her against the counter as soon as you caught the first glimpse of her cleavage.

Wanda tried to be the voice of reason, even if her voice was hoarse and not very determined. She asked you; "What about them?" but all you did was give her a dirty little smile as you unbuttoned your pants.

"Play your tricks, my lovely little witch." That's what you whispered before sliding into her in probably the only gentle thrust of the night, and well, we're back to the beginning.

Wanda being fucked roughly on the counter in the kitchen while trying to keep the two guests in the living room.

She doesn't know, or think she doesn't know, at least not consciously about how that toy ended up inside your pants. She doesn't think about it, nor about when your hips start to buck and how when you come first, she can feel something hot squirting inside her. She can only mew in arousal, feeling your weight fall on her as you return your movements, faster than before making it impossible for her to hold back any longer. Your mouth finds hers again, and you swallow every dirty moan she lets out as she finally reaches her climax a moment later.

The kitchen, perhaps the whole city, shakes with the force of this orgasm. Wanda doesn't notice, but you're kind of mesmerized by the whole thing. She doesn't even realize she has lost control, still panting and soft under your body but you hear footsteps approaching.

It's your powers that keep the kitchen door tightly shut, and Wanda blinks exhaustedly at the knocks.

"I'll tell them dinner's canceled." You murmur, kissing her cheek before pulling out, the act drawing a gasp from the other. Wanda forces her body to react when you make mention of moving away, her legs hooking behind your knees while she gestures in the air with her fingers glowing red.

"They'll find their way on their own." That's what she says before pressing her mouth to yours again. You smiled into the kiss, saving a mental note to comment that you'd probably lose your job for this. But those were problems for later; right now, you were focused on your darling wife moaning on your tongue.

Your kisses descended to her collarbone, marking the skin gently as Wanda struggled to breathe. Your body soon followed the lead, and you ended up on your knees on the kitchen floor with your face between her legs, taking a moment just to admire the image of Wanda's pussy leaking your mixed cum. 

Your breathing against her was driving her crazy, she moved her hips forward, one of her hands grabbing a handful of your hair and trying to pull you in, but you fought back. Wanda meowed in protest.

"Please." It didn't sound much like begging, and you raised your eyes to her. Wanda blushed heavily at the image but tried to bait you by moving her free fingers to her own pussy, spreading the wetness before sinking a finger in. She whimpered before teasing; "Come on baby, I know you want a taste."

You bite your tongue, but you can't contain the shuddering of your body and Wanda smiles at you, a finger teasing its way in. You try not to fall for it but she mewls as she pushes her finger further inside and you curse quietly before you take action. Your hand pushes hers away, and you sink your face into her pussy before Wanda can complain; she chokes on a moan, her back arching on the counter as you eat her out in hungry determination. Your hands grip her thighs wide open and Wanda struggles to control the sounds, trying to find some ground as she clutches your hair, but all it serves for is to keep your head in place as she grinds harshly against your face.

She is almost robbed of her orgasm the next moment when there is a knock at the back door. It's she who is startled, failing in her movements towards your face, but you groan in frustration at the interruption and instead of stopping the whole thing, the vibration takes Wanda over the edge, and she has to cover her mouth with her hand to avoid the sound that escapes her as the climax washes over her.

She's still trembling on the counter when you stand up, a mess of cum running down your chin that you wipe off with the back of your hand, which Wanda watches with exhausted eyes as you lick it clean a moment later.

"I'll send her away." You mutter, evidently against your will to get off her. When Wanda mentions protesting, you offer her a wink, your hands busy hiding the toy back in your pants. " We'll carry on upstairs."

She tries to stand up on shaky legs while you answer the back door to the nosy neighbor. By now, Wanda's mind is so dizzy from a good fuck that she doesn't even care if Agnes was able to hear anything.

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[maryleclerc]

𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 — charles leclerc

pairing: prince!charles leclerc x reader ; prince!charles leclerc x princess!reader ; prince!dad!charles leclerc x princess!mom!reader

summary: in which the prince charles and princess y/n of monte carlo attend charles younger sister, princess marias leclerc of la condamine and prince carlos sainz of spain, also spend their 6th years anniversary together at berlin

warning: english is not my native language, use google translate, i don’t own any of these images. this is just an imagination, do not take it too serious! thank you

read my royal series here

y/n_leclerc

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y/n_leclerc A big big congratulation to my bestfriend, @mariasoflacondamine and her husband @carlosofspain. I’m so happy for you, and wish you the best!! Love you two

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marias_la.condamine Thank you bb, it’s so great that you and Charles are able to join us on our happy day

⤷ y/n_leclerc Of course, how can we miss such an special day of my bestie!! We would be regret if we unable to join you today!!

hwangjuu Congratulation to you @mariasoflacondamine @carlosofspain

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Congratulation to my beautiful sister and my best mate!

tag: @mariasoflacondamine @carlosofspain

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mariasof.lacondamine Thank to you my silly brother!!

carlosofspain I always thought i would get married before you

⤷ charles_leclerc And i cannot believe that you’re now my little sister husband :)) unbelievable. Just kiddingggg

juno_ Wait, Marias is Prince Charles sister? Which mean she’s a royal too??

⤷ khloeegoong Her name is Marias Leclerc, she is a Leclerc

mariasof.lacondamine

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mariasof.lacondamine How i spend my day with these two cutes, funniest person on this planet. Always whisper “I love you aunt Maria” “We love you” “You’re my favorite aunt”

Jealous? @charles_leclerc @y/n_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc Shut up and stop lying, their favorite person defenitly me

⤷ mariasof.lacondamine Well too bad cause i’m not lying, its what they told me

⤷ arthur_leclerc I won’t believe you if there are no proof

⤷ y/n_leclerc Christian and Louisa love their aunt and uncle very much so stop fight please 😂

⤷ charles_leclerc Unbelievable 😂😂

“Y/n Y/l/n Leclerc dear,

First, I wanna say thank you for gave birth to 2 beautiful babies, Christian Arthur and Louisa Bianchi.

Secondly, this happiness is indescribable, the feeling of happiness in my heart when you’re by my side, from the moment I saw you I felt I consider myself very lucky to have a friend like you, more importantly, it's not just friendship, we've been together for a long time, then we got married and now we're built our little family together, the mother of your children. I know marrying a Prince of Monte Carlo and become Princess of Monte Carlo never an easy things for you but you never complained anything, which makes me feel like I am the luckiest prince in this world to have someone like you to share my life with.

I LOVE YOU! ❤️

Happy our 6th years wedding anniversary and still counting…”

y/n_leclerc

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y/n_leclerc To my dear husband,

I don't know how to begin.

Time goes by so so fast, in the blink of an eye we have been married for 6 years and have 2 beautiful children together, what could be happier than having an extremely caring husband who always be by my side, who always taught me what to do when I first become a part of his royal family, not in the father taught his kids way,

But in the way that he always reminded me to be more careful in everything I do, or every move i made because he know that everyone are watching their new Princess of Monte Carlo who will soon produce future heir for Monte Carlo.

I can't help but mention the moment when I gave birth to Christian and the moment he held Christian in his arm, and whispered to Christian “I love you so much, but I love your maman more… and did you know that? that your mother did a great job today, she deserves the praise, kisses anf the love from me and you, Christian. So you have to be very obedient to maman, deal?.” That made me fall in love with Charles even more, and when I gave birth to Louisa, but this time when he whispered something in her ear but I can't hear it very clear what he is whispering, but I'm sure of one thing he always tells his children to be obedient.

Charles is a family man, because whenever I need him or our children need him, he puts all his work aside because for Charles, family are always his first priority.

I just hope we stay like this forever, I just hope time can slow down so that you and I can both spend time together with our kids and enjoy our time together.

Je t'aime @charles_leclerc

Happy 6th years wedding anniversary! ❤️✨

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charles_leclerc Thank you for come into my life, and thank you for always being so patient with me, I know i’m kinda annoying sometime

⤷ y/n_leclerc No you’re not baby

kwontaeik So fucking sweet 😩

salvatore__ SAVE ME FROM THESE ROMANCETIC NON-FICTION

lovelana Their relationship should be written into a novel or something

⤷ salhwasooh_ Definitly, this literally came out of an romance novel

“marie: so so sorry for taking so long to post this!! i know this chap might be not the best chap but i’ll post more often after this sem end!”

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[butterfluffy]

“bitter end”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· tired of all the fights in this unhappy marriage of yours with your husband, you finally had enough, now having the courage to take your wedding ring off, putting a bitter end to your relationship.

⠀⠀➧ angst, pure angst | kid, law, zoro x f!wife!reader | multi-character oneshot/scenario

⠀⠀➧ warnings — swearing, arguing, slight violence, break-up (separation/divorce, really) and angstttt...! mistakes may be present too.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice! but i do take requests here and there, though it'll take me some time to finish 'em..!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: mhhhmmm, good smell, angst. 🥰 i originally wanted this to be hcs but nah, this is much more painful~ alt title; taking your ring off after a fight.

ps. i can, and i will make a part 2, one day, but not today, hehehehehe. 👻

like this? then check this out for more pain~! :)

EUSTASS KID

“yo, i'm home..” eustass kid, your husband announced, arriving home at 3AM after spending his night partying with his friends, getting drunk and having fun—living a teenage life despite having a wife, which is you.

“wow, welcome back. seems like you're done enjoying your life to the fullest.” you said monotonously with an eye roll, sitting on the couch with crossed legs as kid snickered, wobbling to you with a stupid smile on his face.

“yeah, 'twas a fun night, such a shame that i gotta go home bacause your were bombarding my phone with calls and messages.” he says with a scoff, catching you off guard, head snapping to him immediately. “excuse you?”

“‘such a shame’? kid, what the fuck? do you not know that you're a married man—!?” “so what if i'm married!!? am i not allowed to have fun, hah!?” kid grumbles, cutting you off, frowning as he spoke. while you, on the other hand, gasped by his words. not being able to believe that your husband had said such response.

“kid, i'm saying that you aren't supposed to be always living a teenage life when you have a wife!” you defend, getting agitated. “it frustrates me that you arrive late and drunk, worse, i experience this shit of yours almost every day!”

“well why can't you just let me be!? you nosy assed woman!” shouts the male, pushing you aside before he stomped to the kitchen, getting himself water as you stood frozen in place for a few moments—soon following him with a teary, frowning look on your face.

“eustass kid.” you called, catching the annoyed tulip-haired man's attention. “i want to remind you that i am your wife. your wife who longs for you—but it seems like you don't feel the same, huh?”

raising his non-existent brows, kid then puts a ‘hah?’ expression on his face, looking at you before speaking up. “what the hell are ya fuckin' talkin' about?”

“you don't even treat me like i'm your wife, kid. and—and it raises a question in me; why? why did you even marry me? did you do so just for fun? but, you know, i—i don't think i can keep up anymore. let's.. end this. go ahead and live a teenage life as you wish, without me, your nosy assed wife.” you sighed out, taking your ring off and returning it to the now stunned kid who seemed to immediately sobered up, holding you by your wrist to prevent you from going anywhere further from him.

“fuck, no, you're not—we're—we're not ending anything, no, no. i'm not letting you go—i'm—i messed up, i know, so i'm sorry. don't.. d-don't give an end to us that quickly... please.” kid begs with a stammer, voice turning small as his chest heaved up and down, panting as he held his tears back knowing that you are serious with your words. “...sorry too. but i really can't anymore. so please, let's just put this to end, let's end this relationship of ours.”

TRAFALGAR LAW

“again. he's home late, again, and forgotten our anniversary, again.” you whispered to yourself, biting your lower lip in anger as you stood in front of the door of your shared home with your husband, trafalgar law who seemed to just arrived after you've waited for him for hours on your anniversary.

“trafalgar d. water law, you're home late, again.” you growled with a big frown on your face, arms crossed as you called your husband by his full name, only to be silently cursed by the raven-haired male.

“fucking hell... not now, y/n-ya. don't start a fight now. i'm tired, i want to sleep.” passing you, law headed upstairs to your room while you grit your teeth in anger, following him up with loud shouting, and stomping.

“law, i can't—i can't fucking believe you..!” storming in the room and swinging the door open to reveal your husband who you saw sitting up, preparing to sleep, rolling his eyes at you, looking at you in disdain.

“i told you, i have no time for this, y/n-ya. i don't wanna fight, i wanna rest.” he repeats, scratching his head in annoyance—while you, on the other hand stood like a stone by the door, a heavy sigh leaving your lips, and soon later, tears streamed down your face.

“what the—what drama is this now? i just arrived late because of work, it's not a big deal for you, since you're used to this right? so stop that crying and just sleep or something.” clicking his tongue, law then went ahead and laid himself down the bed to rest, brows still stitched to a frown.

“yeah, it's not a big deal, for you,” you said with a swallow, fist clenched tightly before continuing, “it's not a big deal that you're making your wife wait for you for hours every single day for your arrival, and today, which is our goddamn anniversary that is not a big fucking deal at all, yeah?” you croaked, wiping your tears away—your words striking a realization to law. shit.

“unhappy anniversary to you, law. don't worry, this will be the last time i'll be waisting my time waiting for someone who thinks that i'm not a big deal. now, good bye, law. enjoy yourself all alone on our anniversary.” you greeted, swallowing back your sobs as you took your ring off, causing law to shakily stand up, stumbling to you the instant he had grasped what you're implying.

“no, no, no, y/n-ya, honey—shit, i'm—i'm sorry, so please, don't do this. i love you, fuck. i'll do better, i'll change, please, please.” letting a string of pleads leave his mouth pathetically, law held you tight, taking the ring and trying to put it back to your finger as you shook yourself away from him.

“NO! this is the fucking end of us. you told me that you're tired, right? well i'm tired too, so fucking tired of keeping up with you, and keeping this marriage alive myself! i've been hurt so much, and i can't do this anymore, so let me go, trafalgar.”

RORONOA ZORO

slamming the door close after spending your day waiting for your husband, zoro, who never showed up for your date, you let a loud screech. tossing away your bag then stomping to the kitchen—greeted by the moss head who was drinking sake.

“oh my fucking god, zoro! where the hell were you!?” you exclaimed furiously, snatching the bottle of sake from your husband, pouring it down the sink before throwing it away, anger filling you up.

“what the hell's wrong with you..? i was drinking that, you know? and before you get mad, i was here, the whole entire day, you crazy bitch.” zoro grumbles, slumping himself against the wall as you gasped, totally out of words.

this is.. annoying, frustrating—rage, and sadness is eating you up as you stared at the moss head who was frowning, same as you who clicked your tongue.

“you're—this—this is absurd, zoro. i cannot with this! first, you refuse to spend your dearest time with me, your so-called wife. second, you missed our date that i arranged today, completely forgetting it. and third, you call me crazy bitch for wanting to be with you!”

“do you really love me or no!? because i don't think that you do, and it's painfully obvious!” you stated, tears streaming down your reddened cheeks as zoro looked down to the floor, seeming guilty.

“..i do, i.. i love you.” zoro mutters, avoiding your eyes while you frowned by his words. “do you, now? i don't sense any sincerity with what you had said.”

“i am not happy by this, zoro. i don't enjoy this unhappy marriage of ours anymore.” pulling your ring out of your finger, you sniffled, stopping your tears as you looked at zoro, his mouth agape.

“so please, let's just give this an end, okay?” you mumbled, extending your hand that held your wedding ring to zoro who's lips quivered, tugging downwards, shaking his head.

“no... no, i.. i don't want to. i—no. let's fix this, please.” “..i don't think we can do that anymore, zoro.” trying to return the ring to you as he turned your plea down, zoro's world spun as be thought of his life without you..

© butterfluffy 2022

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[kdyism]

THE BOYFRIEND EXPERIENCE.

pairing. renjun x reader

genre + themes. fluff, idiots-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, fake dating!kind of, college!au kind of, suggestive.

wc. 8.398k / warn. mention of food/cooking, mild cussing, making out, tiktok ref (im sorry)

synopsis. enlisting you as his "someone i'm seeing" excuse, renjun tries to get his mom to stop asking him about his date for his cousin's wedding and in turn, it puts your already tired feelings for him in a loop.

yunn's text. when this happened so fast, it took a day and a half. reblog + comments are appreciated! hope you enjoy it, happy reading! (not proofread yet)

suggested music to listen along! hello, sunset by red velvet. 247 by stayc. it's yours by nct dream. prada by fr:eden. kiss kiss by shinee.

Your eyes following Renjun as he argued with his mother regarding the same topic every time had become routine by the time a month was left for his cousin's wedding, you always hear the excuse, "I am seeing someone, I swear! but it's still not serious enough to bring them to a wedding!" he grumbles, kicking your poor carpet but you know there wasn't any mal intent because he was the one who painstaking went through all the reasonable options at Ikea to get you an aesthetically pleasing carpet without breaking your bank's back.

Renjun paces across your living room angsty with a deep frown on his face, nodding frustrated and you almost were curious about what his mother was saying for him to suddenly shut up and listen to her despite the begrudging expression he wore. He would often tell you about how much he loves his mother and how fighting with her always made him feel like he had to be showered in holy water to feel forgiven but when it came to his love life, no one is excused, not even the first love of his life.

"I know, I know, but come on you know I don't want to bring just anyone to this. If I introduce someone to you guys and break up before—like the fifth anniversary, I won't ever come back home," he sounds exasperated, locking his eyes with yours and you smile because you think he might stick to his words if he ever did, he had always been a stickler to what he did in front of his family's eyes.

The Renjun his family sees is a precious son, he drunkenly said one time and destroying that image of him would kill the innocent, law-abiding son in him forever and he would try to take over the world if that happens.

"I feel like taking that backpacking trip you were going on about now..." Renjun throws himself beside you on the sofa and you laugh at him, pushing yourself to the side to make space for him and he screams into your shoulder, quietly of course.

"When's the wedding?" you pass the flier you had bought from the tourist agency, pulling out your phone and opening up your gcal.

Pouting subtly at the flier, Renjun narrows his eyes at the cost of the trip and gasps, "Can you afford this trip? This is absurd—I retract my statement, I am not taking this trip," he crumbles the flier tossing it away and you inhale, stopping yourself from screaming and glare at him.

"That's my flier, you asshat!"

"I know you can't afford that, stop killing your savings!" he shouts back, holding his hands in front of him and pushing your clawing hands away, "I can take you to my hometown for cheaper than that," Renjun rolls his eyes, cleverly tossing out a suggestion that had been brewing in his mind for some time now.

It was maybe two weeks ago when he was on a call with his mother at home that he thought it up. What if he just took you to the wedding since his mother already suspected that something was up between the two of you. Lying to his dear mother does break his heart but his mother thinking he doesn't attract anyone breaks his own heart, for god's sake, she should know that all her good looks went to him.

Flitting your lashes at him, your lips apart and churning your entire face to express your disbelief, you added a scoff. "Um... would you mind, I don't know, speaking up,"

"I was only thinking," he quickly says, "You want a trip away from here and I need a person to show up with me in a place away from here," shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly, he takes your phone from your hand and scrolls down to December.

"You're going to visit your parents' house the last week of this month and I am leaving the first week of the next— You could just join me," he explains, pressing the 3rd of December and passing the phone back to you. "Our schedules line up—just the way you like it,"

Dropping your jaws at his insolence, your heart races at a speed you hate. His gorgeous face was already a challenge for you and now him asking this of you makes your heart's love cloud heavier. Renjun is skilled at adding more, and more, actions for you to misunderstand and your naïve heart just keeps taking them all, unable to commit to whether you should give up on him or just let your feelings rain on him, just the way he drowns you with his thoughtless actions.

"I will only pay for my food..."

"Wait up... you're going on a trip...Alone with Huang Renjun, the Subject of your affections, Causer of your tantrums, Disturber of my peace?" despite being on call with Jisung, you sigh seeing him roll his eyes wearing a disgusted look on his face in your eyes.

Humming in response, you aren't sure why you even tell him about what's up in your life when all he does is rub your bad decisions on your face—he has a point because you always end up in his apartment, eating your emotions away by downing two buckets of vanilla and strawberry ice cream followed by Jisung's signature strawberry milkshake that he specifically bought a blender for; it never sees the light of day when he doesn't make the strawberry milkshake that you very often crave.

"He gave a compelling reason why this works for the two of us," or maybe you are easily convinced, something that only happens when it involves the said person.

Groaning into the speaker, Jisung begins his usual lecture. "I don't know who is the stupid one here, me or you—But, didn't you say you were going to get over him? What happened to putting some distance between Renjun and you? What happened to going to the cinema with me today? Didn't you see me rush through my assignments to spend time with you?" pausing for dramatic purposes, you bite your lips inhaling heavily. "...Are you saying I did all that for nothing?" Jisung always had your back, when your back was against Renjun.

"Jisung," you said sternly, rolling on your side when you heard your name faintly through your slightly open window.

"You need to shut up,"

Smiling softly, you shake your head getting off your bed. "Chenle told me you were going over to watch the Halloween reruns on his subscription," and as if it were magic, Jisung hangs up on you and you can see him fuming at Chenle already.

For as long as you have carried your feelings for Renjun, Jisung has been on the receiving end of it.

Peeking through your window, you study Renjun's outfit to match with him and you note how cool he looks standing without a care in front of your apartment, scrolling on his phone and the sun looks so good on him, it makes you somewhat jealous how even the environment around him makes your heart go ba-thump when all he did was breathe and the sound of your heart gets louder when you recognize the sweater he wore; he had gotten you matching sweaters when he went on a trip to the Disneyland in Japan with his friends, you were a good minute from melting at his feet when he gave it to you and ran off to his next class.

Quickly grabbing the same sweater from your cupboard, you decide it looks okay with your current outfit and swung your side bag on, rushing out to meet Renjun at the front. Today, you and Renjung were going shopping for something decent to wear for his cousin's wedding. You thought you already had something that would work but Renjun said you should match with his suit which in turn matches with the rest of his family because they decided for each of the families to match colours for the wedding—you wanted to laugh at how committed Renjun must've been to go as far as make you match with his family when you were a pretend date.

"Renjun!" you slap your hand on his side, announcing your arrival and he nods, "My mom said I should buy it for you because I am bringing you," he said, glancing at your face to gauge your reaction and much to his expectation, you vigorously shake your head.

"No way,"

Ignoring you, Renjun leads the way to the mall you decided earlier on and you groan, knowing that once Renjun says okay, he rarely ever changes his mind. Yes he buys you a lot of stuff without asking you but when he does it in front of you, you always end up fighting about how you can pay for your stuff while he says, he invited you so it's only reasonable that he pays. You think that if you ever do date him (in your dreams at least) you'd probably always have petty fights about it.

Following him around the store, you try on many clothes to which he shakes his head for different reasons, "This one looks too tacky," "Ehh, don't you think this makes you look off?" "The shade is wrong," and by the time you tried on your twentieth one, Renjun groans sprawling on the sofa in the dressing lounge and you sigh, taking a seat beside him.

"This is the right shade now Renjun," you shake his side, trying to get his attention and he flails around, "Just...Just do this yourself—shopping for formal wear is too hard,"

Slapping his forearm, you flinch away when he springs up with a glare. "That hurts!" he rubs his side, eyes drinking you in, slowly widening. "This is it!" he jumps, quickly making you stand and he claps his hands in victory, not noticing your flushing cheeks when he pushes your hair up and closing the distance between your faces, his breathe on your side as he checks out your dress closely with a thoughtful expression.

"You look amazing in this," he concludes, nodding while checking the price, and Renjun holds his shock at how expensive it is but the way the dress hugged you made him think this was made just for you, he had to buy it for you—wedding or no wedding. Looking up to face you, Renjun felt the first pang in his heart that would slowly be the undoing of his heart, he thought he felt the last of it a long time ago.

A momentary crush that faded away when he got comfortable around you, Renjun absolutely hated how clammy his hands got when he was around you at the beginning and he also hated the way a single smile from you could render him goo in a single second.

Renjun pushes himself away, his ears burning and the characteristic sweat forming on his palms. "Do you l-like this dress?" unable to face you in fear of a blushing expression, he turns away to call the salesman.

"Yeah... you seem like it a lot," you offhanded said, confused at his awkwardness as he rubs his hand on his jeans; something you thought he got out of a long time ago, and you watch him, getting the salesman to scan the code of your dress and going up to the front to make the payment leaving you to change into your normal clothes.

To be honest, before deciding to get over Renjun, a part of you thought he was interested in you too. From the way he has been sticking with you since your first year in university, despite how he has always been cramming with assignments to the way he has always been buying things for you as if to say he thinks of you all the time even when you are apart. 

"Should we head out?" you stand beside him, your shoulder brushing against him as you take the bag with your new dress in it from the counter.

Seeing over your head, Renjun thinks for a minute. His eyes go back and forth from you to behind you until he says, "Go ahead, I need to get something," leaving you rattled. 

Renjun doesn't feel bad towards Jisung most of the time when you choose to hang out with him over your friend it made him feel more special even if it meant you were constantly changing your plans with Jisung. According to you, Jisung always leaves you unconfirmed until the last minute because he has grown used to you changing your mind whenever you decided your assignments are more important than watching ep 8 Brooklyn 99 just because Jisung wants to understand what all the memes are about. 

However, this time, Renjun did feel bad for Jisung. 

"I was waiting at the train stop... for almost two hours!" the younger boy had tears rolling down his side, his face threading the line between anger and frustration. 

"It's my fault..." Renjun sheepishly says, scraping his original idea of just getting Jisung back to his apartment. "My mom bought an early ticket and came over while she was at my place. You know how my mom is," 

Rolling his eyes, "Are you saying me that you left her alone with your mom?" Jisung scoffs, throwing his hands to his mouth, letting the seat belt he pulled sling back and hit his shoulder.

Jisung hurriedly plugs in the belt, turning his torso to face Renjun who begins driving and repeats his question. Raising his brows in disbelief, "How...no, why would you let that happen?" 

Renjun too honestly regrets having you meet his mom before talking about the whole plan with you, being in a pretend relationship that works would need the story to match on both sides. Renjun has no idea what his mom would ask and how you would reply, he trusts you completely yes, but he also knows how nosy his mother is when it came to his love life because he never tells her anything (because there is always nothing to say) and you, oh god, he knew you were nervous enough meeting his entire family at the wedding but this, you didn't even have time to dress properly when you opened the front door to his mom wearing his faded Ravenclaw sweatshirt and basketball shorts that Chenle left in his apartment a while back.

"Do you plan on ever telling her the truth?" Jisung asks out of the left field as the car drives into the curb near his neighbourhood, a shiver runs down Renjun's spine at the thought.

"No way,"

"Heh, Chenle was right about the two of you being idiots—You're meant to be," 

Careful not to chop your fingers as you slice the onions for Renjun's mother, you couldn't help being on guard as she floats around you. Nothing could've prepared you for this. Renjun for one wasn't lying when he said he inherited his mother's good looks because as soon as you opened the front door and let your eyes fall on the grace of her face, you blew a fuse. 

"Darling, where is the cream sauce?" she asks, sweetness laced in her tone, scanning through the refrigerator.

"It must be in the drawer—Renjun might’ve stuffed in there last time," 

"Ahah, here it is. Does Renjun eat homecooked often?" she leaves the sauce out to cool, standing beside you on the kitchen counter and begins to work on the chicken. 

Nodding in response, you slide the sliced onions onto a plate and grab the mushrooms next, smiling fondly as you remember the first time Renjun had cooked for you and added mushrooms sliced too thin. "Renjun and I take turns cooking during the weekends. That's more homecooked meals than what most of our friends have,"

Smiling gently at you, "That's nice to know, I am always worried he isn't eating properly," goosebumps run down your back as she says that while she pulls out the bones from the chicken. You never wanted to cross her, hearing stories from Renjun about how scary she gets and the sight of her sweet smile combined with the deboning has solidified your fear. 

But as nervous as you are, you are quick to realize how sweet his mother is. Lathering him in affection as soon as her eyes set on him, Renjun flushed so deeply that you felt your heart swoon with adoration due to how docile he had turned in front of his mother, his ears turning red and whining at her to stop rubbing his head. She immediately asked you how you were and if Renjun was ever mean to you, you could've yes but you didn't. You said he's always very blunt, instead. 

Though, despite how unnerving it is that you eased around her, you remembered that you had plans with Jisung and Renjun left to get him. The nerves shot up again, you did not want to mess up for the sake of Renjun and you think his mother caught onto how tense you had become because she started talking more than she had earlier, asking you questions about Renjun and how he's been doing far from home—what you've been fearing for though had yet to appear until she finally let the stove do the cooking and the two of you settled on the stools at the kitchen. 

"You're the one coming to the wedding right?" she trails, her eyes blinking at you and studying your features, you nod apprehensively, unsure what she would ask next. "Is my son lying to me or are you two actually seeing each other?" 

Ahah, that question. 

You didn't know how to reply. Yes, your son is lying to you but no, I might also be the reason he isn't seeing someone because he spends all his time seeing me instead—you awkwardly nod though, "We are still at the talking stage... I don't know whether that qualifies," you said, your thumbs fiddling and you pray, Renjun please come home already.

As if on cue, you hear the jingle of his key chain and you spring up from your chair to go greet him, "You're back!" you smile in relief, clinging onto him and poor Jisung, getting left behind. "What are you doing here?" jutting your lips out when you see the other boy, you glance from him to Renjun for an answer. 

"I felt bad..." Renjun pushes you aside, removing his coat and you take it from him naturally, Jisung watching you act so routinely with his friend as if you live in his house. You put away his coat and hang up the keys, following him into the kitchen and Jisung follows you without a word, only opening up to greet Renjun's mother who he has met before. "This is Jisung, you know him," Renjun says anyway.

You grab two cups of water for the boys and walk to them, finding them in a conversation with his mom. "Ah! Yes, yes I remember now—Didn't you have a partner or something for that?" his mother laughs at the memory Jisung had recalled, the topic: Cross-dressing Renjun. 

"I was his partner for that," you giggle, loving the blush that overtook Renjun's face as you add, "He wore my clothes and I did his make-up, I was so sure he'd win," you said frowning. 

"Well, that senior Jungwoo looked very pretty," chugging down the water you brought, Renjun leans into your side when you sit, sending your heated blood upwards. Before you had become close to him, he always gave you incessant headaches from blushing, you had enjoyed the dizzying feeling he created and the conundrum your stomach would get up to, suddenly, you think, what if this wasn't a lie?

"Your mother asked me if you were lying," you whispered to him, your eyes plastered on Jisung and his mother reminiscing all of Renjun's embarrassing first-year stories. 

His jaw slackened, "What did you say?" he asks, eyes as wide as saucers and his breath brushing on your side, "Did she ask anything weird?"

Shaking your head, you tilt to face him. Your lips so close yet so far, you pull away and reply, "I said her we are still in the talking stage, I have no idea if that's even a thing for us—"

"—We've been in the talking stage for four years then," Renjun smiles, nudging your side and getting up to follow his mother into the kitchen when she announced she was going to check on the stove.

Letting out a ragged sigh, you groan quietly and roll to Jisung's side who looked at you disgusted, "You traitor, you liar, you asshat, I am never making plans with you again—"

"I didn't mean to ditch you." you cuddle into his side, comforting him by patting his side and he pouts, "I was there for two hours, you don't know how scared I was,"

"Yes, I know... I am sorry, I'll make up to you for sure," you try to put on your best puppy eyes, sure that Jisung would try to take revenge on you and he nods, "I hope you are ready to stick to your words this time," he says, dropping octaves to scare you.

"You have my word, sir,"

Before Jisung pointed out, you never noticed that you've been having the boyfriend experience during the recent two years in your relationship with Renjun. 

Currently 3 am, you shudder as the cold night air chips away at you while you wait for Renjun to pick you up at the nearest fast food chain for an early breakfast and head off. Jisung said, how many people do you think have a meet-up spot at the unholy hour? Not many, mainly people who are dating or flirting—people don't go see people at 3 am unless they have something going on. You had never really thought of it like that, you thought that Renjun was a night owl like you. It made sense to call up the other person you were sure would also be awake. 

"You are stupid—you should know better than everyone else, Renjun wakes up early—"  it then clicked in your head, "Because he goes to bed early, what the hell," you blush. 

The sound of your name pulls you from your mind and you grin, waving slightly as his car stops in front of you. Waddling over to the passengers and getting in, you pull your phone from your pocket and thrash it into the holder, getting comfortable to wear the seat belt. "Hey," you finally said, pushing your hair away. 

"Did you place the order?" Renjun drives, his eyes glancing at you to see you nod and you open your phone, "It says it’s ready—Whose going to get it?" your brows immediately furrow, groaning at the idea of having to get off the car and you say, "I got it last time, you should do it this time,"

"Uhuh, no way," 

"Come on, that's fair! Plus I paid because I called you out!" you whine, wriggling into the seat, you hear Renjun chuckle and your eyes catch his eyes in the rearview mirror when he suggests, "Let's just do rock, paper, scissors,"

A grin flashes on your face, Renjun always loses rock, paper, scissors with you—the only he won was at a club when he was drunk off his ass for the first time in your friendship and you let him win because he has begun to tear up at his losing streak. 

Fisting your hand, Renjun imitates you after setting the car in park at the traffic light and you chant, "Rock, paper, scissors—Shoot!" Scissors and your eyes move to Renjun's hand but his groan reaches your ears first, earning a laugh from you. He had thrown out rock and you felt a zap through your body in excitement—now this is what you call a serotonin boost. 

"Ugh, you are such a cheat," he grumbles, the traffic light turns green and you scoff, " Jealousy is not a good colour on you,"

Rolling his eyes, Renjun contradicts, "Shut up. I am pretty sure you said green was made for me,"

"I only said that because it compliments yellow and yellow looks great on you—" "Same difference," Renjun says indignantly and you pout, rolling your eyes. You won, he has to go get the take-out whether he likes it or not because as you know, Renjun is a man of his word. 

The rest of the ride was quiet, it wasn't an awkward or uncomfortable one but it was one where you could hear your heart's pacing sound and Renjun's soft humming, you especially loved going on a drive at these wee hours because while the whole world was asleep, the sound of Renjun's voice is the only thing you could hear aside from your own heart that always sounds to the beat of him. 

Looking outside of the window, Jisung's words keep replaying in your mind. You couldn't disagree that you are indeed having the boyfriend experience. 

Whenever someone hits on you, you get to say you are with someone and it's Renjun. Whenever you wear something nice, you get to say it’s from Renjun. Whenever you are apart, people ask if you fought with Renjun. Everything nice reminds you of him. Your every day revolves around matching with him, like he said, you just like it when your schedules line up—even your beloved gcal has an assigned colour just for him. 

He knows about your bank details, and your class schedules, he knows your mom and now you know his, you know how he feels about his family and he knows everything there is to know about you daily—hell, you even have a spare key to his apartment that even his mom doesn't have as you found out recently.

If this wasn't the boyfriend experience, you don't know what having a boyfriend is supposed to be; aside from the obvious making out and such, which to be frank, you're open to if he is too.

Right now, as Renjun parks outside the fast food place and grabs your phone like it’s his and goes off to get your take-away, you realize he even knows your phone password and you want to sling Jisung outside a window for making you think about this.

You want to kiss Renjun now—that's what's missing. 

That's something you could ask for if he was your boyfriend but he's not, and this is all just pretend. In the two years, you've grown closer than before and the few days leading up to your trip to his cousin's wedding as well. This is all a lie because, for one, a kiss is something that isn't meant for you, who is just a friend.

Your eyes can't help burning, tears flooding and your nose heating up at well. This isn't a thing to cry about—you already decided to give up on him, you remind yourself, feeling utterly stupid at how easy it is for you to make yourself cry.

"Oh my god! Why are you crying?" you hear the panic laced in his tone, shoving the take-out bag carefully to the back and shutting the door behind him.

Renjun leans in, pushing your hair away from your moist face now that you began sweating from all the heat that rushed up to your face and seeing his worried face, you can't help crying harder. "I hate you! you are so baaaad!" you complain, slapping your hands on his chest and he shushes you, patting your sides calmly, "Why am I bad? Is this because of the rock, paper, scissors—I know you won fair and square," he rambles, his hands delicately wiping away the tears on your face.

"You're bad because you are like this! You are so confusing!" you sob, putting your hands up between himself and you. 

If it wasn't enough that you made yourself cry, your heart almost caught up to your neck. The usual ba-thump louder than ever and racing at the speed you didn't think was possible, if your chest breaks and your heart gets out, you wouldn't be surprised.

On the other hand, Renjun barely had any idea why you were suddenly crying and he does what he knows calms you down. Unplugging the seat belt you had on, he snakes his arms around your neck and pulls you into him, of course, he hopes you can't hear his loud heart beating like crazy but right now, he shushes into your ears and says all the nice words you like to hear. "It's okay, I am right here if you need to cry—take your time," he says like a chant, a mantra that he knows works on you because you taught him these words when he really needed to cry.

"Renjun..." you call, sobbing more gently now after a few minutes has passed. Craning your neck up to face him, you ask, "Hic—Why is your h‐ick—eart bearing so fast?"

Making gibberish noises, you try to make out what he says and he shrugs, "Um because you scared me... by suddenly... crying?" he sounds unsure and you narrow your eyes, leaning over to which he pulls away in response. "Why do you—hic—sound unsure?" you ask through your hiccuping. 

"I don't know, I don't know—don't ask me this," Renjun feels the back of his burning up and the clammy hands return, he pushes you off and turns to get the food from the back. "Let's just finish this before it becomes even colder than it already is," he says trying to distract you, your glare though keeps following him as he hands you your meal.

If you ever ask him this again, Renjun thinks he might just run away from you then come out with the truth now that he has (if he is assuming correctly) become the reason you had a mental breakdown at almost 5 am with the sunrise as the backdrop on his car.

Whatever it might be, he hopes it has to do with the rock, paper, scissors and not something more serious.

While you were away at your parent's house for a week, you became sure that it was Jisung's revenge to have you think about the nature of your relationship with Renjun.

You hate him, you cut him off for three days now and suddenly, you are at his apartment unable to keep to yourself. 

"You cried in his car?" Chenle repeats, munching on spicy chips and intently listening to your retelling of the most embarrassing thing you have ever done. "YES!" you nod exasperatedly.

"I was god awful—I think I might have got his shirt snotty and also, Jisung is so evil like why would you tell something so crucial at a time like this?" dropping your head on the pillow placed on your lap, you scream into it.

"Um. What's the crucial time?" Jisung tilts his head confusedly, looking like an adorable puppy but his actions have made him look like the most annoying creature on earth in your eyes, a scoff escapes you before you could stop it which in turn earns you a gasp followed by a resentful scoff. "Leave, just leave my house if you are going to behave like this," Jisung stretches out his hands towards the door and you cry, "I am sorry! You know I love you!" 

"Anyways," Chenle pops up, "What's this crucial time? Even I want to know,"

"Guys, do you ever listen to me?" you weakly accuse them, and Chenle shrugs, "We are right now, aren't we?" to which Jisung nods. 

"I am going on a trip with Renjun today—like in a few hours... My suitcase is already in his trunk and he is just getting things in order with his landlord since he won't be here for three weeks—and you know what? he says if the room isn't aired out at least twice a week, he'll die," 

Dropping his jaws, "Ah, the crucial time," Jisung laughs sheepishly, apologising for his awful timing and you nod, "Yeah, yeah you asshat. Be sorry for me,"

"What are you doing here if you are leaving today?" Chenle as always, always asks ‘the important questions’. 

"This is why you're my favourite," you giggle at him, throwing a chip in his mouth as a reward and Jisung rolls his eyes, because if Chenle was your favourite, why are you always calling him in distress and disturbing his peace?

"I didn't wanna leave with bad blood." closing your eyes for dramatic purposes, you place your hand on Jisung's shoulders and say, "You know I love you right? You are such an important, irreplaceable person to me. Chenle, you need to keep him safe while I am away," 

Rolling his eyes, "I am glad to know you feel guilty for ghosting me for two days," Jisung grins, even if he doesn't say it, you know deep down he appreciates how much you put into words your affection for him. 

Though he wishes you just do it with Renjun and get over this whole unrequited love situation.

Laughing at the exchange, Chenle says, "I take care of him all the time, don't worry," and you sigh, to show that you now feel at peace, you place a hand on your chest and look afar. "I can finally rest in peace,"

"Why are you acting like this, just go home,"

"You're gonna miss me when I am gone," 

It was just a two-hour ride on a single train that makes about three stops along the way, the only thing you is that your time of arrival would be late at night and you felt awkward enough pretending to be asleep, cuddling into the side of your seat and bringing your knees closer to your chest—you had a reason, your knees keep brushing with his and your heart couldn't handle any sense of contact thanks to your cry fest, though Renjun fails to bring it up whenever you think he might, you know it must he bothering him just by knowing is personality.

To say the least, Renjun's hometown isn't too far.

"Can you please stop pretending?" Renjun pokes your arms, his eyes staring daggers into your head and your body clatters, you didn't think you could face Renjun.

Fluttering your eyes open, your breath hitches. "Give me some space," you choke out, putting your hand up and Renjun hums, "You've been so quiet—are you worried about that breakdown?"

"If you know, you shouldn't ask me about it," you hiss, sitting up straight and sinking into the seat to make sure he sees your annoyance. You aren't actually annoyed, you didn't know how else to be normal though.

Renjun is probably familiar with your bouts of "Leave me alone," over the time you've been friends and each other’s confidants. He has never been the cause of your tantrum but he knows you'll come around. "You can keep pretending like you hate me. But right now, I need to know if you'd like to stay at my family home or a hotel?" crossing his arms causally, Renjun glances at you and you quirk your lips downwards.

"Shouldn't you have asked this earlier?"

"I was discussing with my mom," you were starting to grow suspicious of how much of his decisions are his and how much of it was his mother—"My mom says I should bring you home,"

"Will you be comfortable with me walking around your family home?" you pursue your lips trying to imagine what he would be like with family around, no matter how awkward you get, he'd probably be even more so. Thinking a second, "I'd rather not pay for lodging, so yeah, stay over," he shrugs.

"Even if it means I have to stay in your room?" you lean into his side, locking your eyes and tying your pinky with his.

Playing along with you, Renjun grabs your hand and asks, "Didn't you hate me a second ago?" earning a subtle smile from you.

"I can't be mad at you for so long. And I swear, I didn't cry because of you, you did nothing wrong, you didn't make me cry," you softly said, your fingers rubbing circles on his hand as you bring it over your lap. "Jisung is the one to blame,"

"Huh? At 3 am, Jisung made you cry?" Renjun furrows his brows at you, watching you firmly nod, "Yes, Jisung makes me cry no matter the time of day—he just like onions,"

"I am sure he'd love to know you're comparing him to onions too now,"

Giggling weakly, you roll your eyes. "Don't you dare tell him," you glare playfully, you surprise yourself with how fast Renjun lifts your mood. With your previous embarrassment behind you, you somehow end up lifting the armrest between you and Renjun, snuggling into his shoulder, and snoozing away for the two hours to his hometown.

Much to your dismay, his mother had prepared you the guestroom.

Apparently, she had cleaned out the guestroom a few months ahead in case family comes over because of the wedding being nearby and you didn't get to force Renjun into proximity, not that you don't do that either way but something about going to bed together makes your heart flutter, you know Renjun must look pretty lying down, resting his eyes and lulling into sleep.

"Knock, knock," Renjun's voice entices your skin, goosebumps rising across your arms while you stretch.

"Ugh... Good morning," you beam at him, your hair looking like a bird’s nest and Renjun hides a smile, pulling you up from the bed. "It's just me and you today, there's no food," he informs you, guiding you by your shoulders into the bathroom to let you freshen up.

"Are we getting take-out?" you sputter, trying to stretch the coldness away from your body. "Umm... wash up and come down, let's decide later," he shrugs, leaving you to yourself.

The kitchen he grew up around isn't the same anymore, the cabinet he had always opened to find cereal boxes and ramen packs now housed many types of tea and biscuits, clearly, his mother made the house her own once there wasn't a kid around anymore. Knowing his father, he probably just goes along with whatever his mom does.

Scanning through the options, Renjun flicks the kettle on to heat the water and grabs the packet of black tea, moving swiftly to the fridge to take out the milk carton. "Nothing better than milk tea for breakfast," he says to himself, prepping for it.

You always had milk tea in the morning when you woke up, you said it clears your bowels before you had to leave your house. Something you picked up from your family routine and he finds it endearing, you still did many things that you'd attribute to being childhood habits such as greeting him at the door and always leaving folded clothes at whoever bedrooms instead of just putting them away in the cupboard.

You also always waddle into the kitchen with your pyjamas on, not ready to change and begin your day just yet. "It's already 10 in the morning, why are you still being lazy?" Renjun nags, sliding your cup of tea towards you.

Rolling your rolls, you pout your lips out. "We are staying in today,"

"So?"

"I don't need to look presentable in front of you, you don't even care what I look like," your tone had changed from normal to whinny, catching him off guard. "What do you mean? Of course, I care how you look," he threw out defensively.

"Yeah? I don't see you checking me out whenever I come over," you point, sipping the tea he made you and humming in appreciation, he makes it just the way you like it and you only had to tell him one time. "No one checks anyone out obviously, that's just... that's like telling the world you think someone's hot," nodding curiosity at his audacity, you ask.

"So you're saying I am hot and you check me out secretly?"

Renjun gapes, blinking at you indignantly. "P O V, you are delusion. Why are you putting words in my mouth,"

"I think I remember what you just quite clearly," you spit out, peering over at him with a look of victory. "You can admit that you think I am hot,"

"As if—I know you think I am hot, I can see you checking me out all the time. I also see you trying to match with me through the window. You think I don't see you?" Renjun coughs, leaning against the kitchen island and you kick his leg, washing your now empty tea cup and you hear a grumble from him.

"At least I am not denying it,"

Narrowing his eyes, the fresh sunlight dazzling through the kitchen windows shines on your face. Extenuating your features and making your face look gentler than it probably was, Renjun cages you to the sink and scoffs, "Oookay," he drags, his eyes dropping to your lips, the sound of his heart clouding his reasoning and he asks, "If I agree that you're hot, can I kiss you?"

As if time could stop, your eyes widened, even the dust in the air becoming visible suddenly and Renjun's breath on your nose makes your chest tighten, heat spreading through your face and head, "What...?" you echo your mind, Renjun doesn't like you.

"If you don't say no, I'll take it as a yes," Renjun says, his head leaning towards your lips and your fingers betray you, curling around his collar, you grab him first and peck his lips. It felt like this dream would shatter if you kissed him any harder, a peck was enough, that alone was a dream come through and it felt so real, your body shudders under his grip. 

But this is real, you say to yourself. Renjun needs an answer too, "Yes, yes, you can kiss me," you quickly said, eyes burning up due to the flame on your face, you feel the dizzying feeling back with the throbbing pain that always accompanies it. "Hurry and kiss me," Renjun chuckles, nodding sweetly at your words.

His hands cup your cheeks, brushing his lips against yours and your lips are as soft as he thought they'd be, you were always fussy about moisturising them. Not as patient as him, you lean forward and kiss him, his lips smiling into the kiss and his hands move back to cradle your neck, to hold you in a more comfortable position. Your lips taste like your favourite strawberry toothpaste and the scent of your cheap lavender soap bar intoxicated his movement, his fingers running through your face, feeling out your features and your lips keeps chasing his, the sound of your quiet sighs enticing him but he knows better.

"Stop," he says, his head digging into your neck. His lips brush against your collarbone, and he feels the shiver that runs down your back because he felt that too, the headache this heat gives him never felt this satisfying. "If you kiss me again, I'll take you straight to my room," he laughs, hearing your sharp gasp.

"That's not very filial son of you, you shouldn't do naughty stuff in your parent's house," you tease, your arms snaking around his torso, gripping him for dear life because if this was a dream, it feels as real as it could get and Renjun sighs, his breath tickling your neck.

"What are we now?" he asks, "Actually, did you even know I like you?"

"Huh, I would've never guessed." you bite back, pushing him off you and just now, you felt the back of your shirt moist from leaning on the sink and you release a groan, "Ugh! My shirt is wet,"

"My master plan." Renjun beams, sitting down on the kitchen stool. "Now you have to get changed into non-pyjamas."

"You asshat," you slap his head, running upstairs to change and your hand flies up to your lips, you cried last week about kissing him.

Your body felt like a fever, his body was just melting into yours and now, you've just been kissed and your brain might’ve melted, you think. You change out of your pyjamas, wearing what are "decent clothes" according to Renjun and hurry down, his side profile making your heart shake. Jisung was right, you couldn't think of anything you wanted to do with Renjun for a date that you haven't already done. Even meeting his family is a thing that should've come after he was your boyfriend—You've had all of the typical boyfriend experiences and yet, Renjun...

Biting your lisp, you just had to ask, "Are you, my boyfriend, now?"

"Huh?" he blinks, looking away from his phone and you ask again, "Are we a thing?"

Shrugging, this is the first time you've seen a blush on his face that you've caused. His ears glow, and it spreads to his cheeks. Lips quivering, you could tell he was trying to contain a smile. "If you'll have me, yeah," he nods, his eyes looking anywhere but at you.

"Heh," you giggle, skipping down the stairs to his side and you fling yourself at him, "I guess how you actually have a date for the wedding tomorrow,"

Crossing your arms and propping yourself on the table you've been assigned to, you understand now, why his mother was adamant about having a date.

Renjun has always been popular, even though he only attempts blind dates out of peer pressure and rejects everyone left and right, Renjun's popularity hadn't ever dwindled not even when he went missing doing his mid-term senior assignments. You should've known it was the same case back home, your eyes follow him as he greets people from his past with his mother and you can tell by the subtle blush on his face, the apologetic look as he points at you that they were asking about his relationship status again.

You even saw someone give him a gift when they should be gifting the people getting married instead.

"He's too popular, right?" Jisung huffs, stuffing his cheeks with the chocolate nuggets on your table. "I always knew," you shrug.

"Why didn't you tell me you were invited as well?" you glare at him, when you saw him as you entered with Renjun a while back, you wanted to cry in relief that there was someone you knew other than Renjun and his parents.

Forcing down the nuggets in his cheeks, he chokes out, "I didn't know if I was gonna make it—Renjun's cousin is kind of obsessed with me." He points at the groom and says, "I met him with Renjun a few years back and he clicked with me immediately, I don't even know why,"

"Damn, glad he didn't steal you from me," you nod, impressed by the reach of Jisung's charm.

"What happened with you and him though?" he asks, his eyes following Renjun now just as yours were and you grin, "We are now officially—I don't even know,"

"He acts just the same, I mean I guess we started dating yesterday but god, he is so awful, I didn't know how awful he was before," you complain, remembering how he woke you up last this morning when you would've taken more time than him to ready but he was sweet, he said he wanted to let you sleep in, though it still pissed you off that you had to rush getting ready.

"You were just enchanted by him before, now you'll see his true colours in their true form," Jisung concludes, sleeking back his hair as he stands. "I am gonna congratulate them and leave, see back you home," he pats your shoulder, Renjun appearing in front of you.

"Jisung's leaving?"

"Yeah," you stare up at his gorgeous face, his lips tinted with your lipstick but you didn't tell him that, you wanted everyone to know he was yours. The deep raspberry red that faintly stuck to him after you kissed him made your chest tremble, and you intertwin your hand with his. "You polish up nicely," you tell him again.

"You look nice too," he replies, a blush forming on his face and you grin, "You know, your mom was right,"

"There are way too many preying hands here, how did you manage to have only one girlfriend before me?"

Renjun thinks, humming at your question. "I was a bigger nerd back then,"

"But your cute even when you're nerding out," you blurt out, whether he was singing his favourite songs word to word or he was making fan art for a game he was obsessed with, he always looked cute when his focused expression; furrowing brows and a deep frown.

"You are the only one who thinks that,"

"You just don't know how many people think the same, you just don't know better," you shrug. You had already seen the Renjun fanclub at university to think otherwise. The only other time you cried about Renjun was the time they tried to make you stay away from him.

"I am just realising you'd be an awful boyfriend," you chuckle, you are ready to face whatever he might be behind the Renjun you know. "I am glad I didn't go on that backpacking trip,"

"Be grateful, I saved you so much money and you got a boyfriend."

"It's unfair though," you mumble, Renjun raising his brows at your statement. "What's unfair?"

"You've done all the boyfriend things with me, what else is left for you to do with me?" you ask, heat rising in your cheek because you can only think of one thing and Renjun giggles, it is an evil giggle.

"We both know what's left,"

"Shut up, I am just saying it's unfair that we've been on hundreds of dates already, we take pictures where ever we go, I met your parents, I have your apartment key, we cook for each other, we have matching stuff—"

"Wow, now that you're listing it, we've actually done a lot together,"

"Exactly! You stole my boyfriend experience—I've never even had one before you,"

"W for Renjun, L for you,"

©KDYISM, 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

#nct-writers #ankathia #renjun x reader #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #huang renjung x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream renjun x reader #renjun imagines #renjun scenarios #nct imagines

[archangeldyke-all]

i rlly like if y' do sev as a gf like fluff smut idk how she be

yess here's some gf sev headcanons bb:

men and minors dni

clingy, but pretends she isn't. always touching you, cuddling you, playing with your hair. doesn't matter what you're doing.

if you bring it up to her or tease her about it, she's shocked.

"i'm not clingy" she insists, her chin hooked over your shoulder and arms wrapped around your waist. "you're clingy."

her love language is physical touch. hugs, kisses, smacks on the ass, tugs on your hair, anything she can do to get her hands on you.

but she will always melt if you get her a gift. can be anything-- a candy bar, a pair of fuzzy socks, a pretty leaf or pine cone-- anything. she just can't believe that you thought of her, that you got something for her. the little shy smile you give her when you press the gift into her hands always makes her heart skip a beat.

you have to be careful about when you get her flowers-- because each and every time you do she tries to fuck you on the spot. you made the mistake of picking her up from work once with a bundle of daisies-- the two of you nearly got arrested for public indecency.

in a modern au one of her favorite places to fuck you is in her car. she loves the way the windows get steamy, the way the two of you have to cram together in the backseat, the way the car shakes with your thrusts. she loves to take you to sweet little look outs, stop at a fast food place on the way and smoke and eat and listen to music with you once you get there. it's her favorite kind of date night.

introduces you as "my girl" or "my baby" to other people. every time you meet one of sevika's friends or coworkers, they grin and tell you you're all she talks about. you know it's true because sevika gets flustered and embarrassed each time.

desperate to wife you up. your name in her phone is 'wifey.' she's always talking about how she's gonna marry you, she's got your whole future together planned out. (she had a dream about a month into dating you--the two of you old and wrinkled as shit, sitting together on the front porch of your home, smoking and laughing and holding hands. she knew when she woke up that it wasn't a dream, it was a vision, a glimpse into her future. and since then she's been saving for a ring and a wedding.)

you're the first person she's ever really been romantic with, so despite how experienced and suave she is in the bedroom, the cutest little things will get her stuttering and blushing in real life. it takes her weeks to get used to holding your hand without her heartbeat racing. she's still not over the sweet pecks you give her, sometimes on her cheeks, sometimes her forehead, but her favorite is when you press one to the tip of her nose.

lovesss to match outfits with you. she doesn't think it's corny at all. she thinks it makes perfect sense-- you're together, people should be able to tell just by looking at you. if you're wearing blue, she's wearing blue. if you're in all black, she's in all black. even if you're wearing a color she doesn't have, hot pink lets say, she'll find a tie or hankie or shoelaces that match.

loves it when you paint your nails. insists you do hers too, so you can match.

jealous, but never insecure in your relationship. she knows you're loyal, she just doesn't like that other people don't know that. hates seeing people flirt with you.

you know that tweet thats like 'where whatever u want baby i can fight.'? that's sev.

demands to share clothes with you. even if she can't fit in your clothes, she'll stretch 'em out just to wear something of yours. loves seeing you in hers-- it gives her a love boner.

she gets a lot of love boners, actually. sees you cooking? love boner. sees you sleeping? love boner. sees you reading? love boner.

her phone password is your anniversary

she leaves so many hickeys on your skin that she's gotten into the habit of buying you a new tube of concealer every month. she applies it for you each morning, gently dabbing the cool liquid over the marks she's left on your neck and jaw and cleavage. but if you're not going into work or to see your family-- she hides the makeup from you so you're forced to show the world that you're hers.

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika x you #soft sevika

[the-fo0l]

Super fluffy Ethan Winters x reader headcanons

Notes: this was written in one of my 10 min "i love ethan winters" episodes, more written for me than anyone else, also happy new year

Warnings: established relationship, pure fluff, maybe too much fluff, obsessed bf

Ethan would like nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you

Despite the fact that you've been together for a while now he still looks at you like he's experiencing love at first sight over and over again

Celebrates full and half anniversaries of things that aren't even important

"It's the half year anniversary of when you agreed to move in with me!"

".....That's why you got me flowers???"

Loves to see you passionate about things you like

Will listen intently when you talk about literally anything

If you hate someone, he automatically hates them too

Loves doing lovely-dovey, cringey couple things with you

Travelling, cooking and baking together, date night, movie night- just living out his dream romance story with the love of his life

He's an amazing cook i just know it

Makes you breakfast every day

And dinner, if you guys aren't doing out to eat

"How was work today?", you manage to ask before Ethan kisses you hello. "Good, but I couldn't stop thinking about you", he says with a small smile. "Ugh you say that everytime I ask about work...", you say with sarcastic annoyance. "Well it's true" a stupid love-struck grin now creeping onto his face.

His heart just about explodes when ever you do something for him

It could be the smallest thing

Bring him tea or soup when he's sick, tug the blanket up more and kiss his forehead -his body temp gets twice as hot with the way he's blushing

Of course he's very careful driving with you in the car but it is kinda hard to keep his eyes on the road when you're sitting next to him, looking so perfect

Sometimes you catch him casually humming that wedding tune (you know what i mean right)

At least like 70% of the pictures on his phone of you, plus a ton of screenshots of things to buy for you

He could be having a horrible day but seeing you automatically makes him feel better, and any sappy shows of affection from you make his whole week

Cuddling up to you is something he always looks forward to at the end of the each day

Staring into each other's eyes, holding your hand, running his fingers across your face, pressing gentle kisses to your skin and being as close as possible

At this point he has trouble going to sleep without hearing your voice, feeling your touch

Leaves you little notes, informative or just reminders of his love. Sometimes you'll write your response on them and leave them up for him to see later (he totally keeps all the notes you've replied to)

Hugs from behind, giving and receiving

His love for you never stopped growing. At this point it's hard to function without being in some sort of contact with you

He would not be able to handle fighting with you, let alone a break-up (not something you should even joke about, he'll cry)

Loves petnames beginning with "my". Cause that's right, he is yours, completely and utterly.

After one of your friends/acquaintances rather rudely joined the cafe date you and Ethan were on, Ethan's been in an awfully salty mood. Your hand holding his is likely the only thing keeping him from going off on the girl.

All the while she's going on and on about how perfect your relationship is and how unbelievable it is that she "hasn't found the perfect man yet".

"Of course you haven't met the perfect man," you lean in slightly, "I already have him".

Well, that certainly bettered Ethan's mood tenfold. He can only chuckle awkwardly as his face heats up and the corners of his mouth tug upwards. He doesn't say anything as you two continue talking, but you can't help but notice how his grip on your hand tightens, and how his other hand goes to encase it completely, gently toying with your rings with that lovesick look on his face.

#ethan winters x reader #resident evil fluff #ethan winters fluff #this is more for me than anyone else #resident evil x reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for refusing to fix my sister's necklace and offering to make her a new one instead?

Okay, for context I'm a self-employed jewellery designer and maker. Essentially, I made my sister a necklace for her 26th birthday, after I' first started my job. And... you ever look at something you made and wondered 'good god, wtf was I thinking?' It's like that with the necklace every time I had to see it.

Anyways, two days ago, my sister called me to ask if I could fix the necklace. Even though we don't speak much after I went no contact with the rest of my family and there's the fact that we always end up fighting the few times we do see each other, I gave in and asked her to come over with the necklace so that I could assess how bad the damage was.

She was there two hours later and... well, I don't know exactly what she did with the necklace, and I'm not sure if I want to know, but it certainly wasn't as simple as the chain or clasp breaking. Essentially, most of the really decorative stuff is made up of interlocking rings and at least fifty small peridots. Most of those rings and peridots were missing. I asked my sister what happened to them and she said she didn't know. So I said "I'm sorry, but I can't make it exactly as it was without those rings and peridots." Then I asked her if she'd prefer me to make her a new one, not exactly the same and hopefully less impossible/tricky to fix without all the missing pieces or replacement components that I wouldn't be able to make for months. Honestly, my opinion was that it would be less time-consuming and 'god, what was my younger self actually thinking when she made this?' to just make her a new one.

My sister didn't seem especially into the idea, but she asked how long it would take for me to make her that new necklace. I said that I had a commission I needed to finish, which would be done in a week, maybe a week and a half, and she asked if I couldn't just put that commission to the side to make the new necklace. I said no, because the client the commission was for would be paying me and I was going to make the new necklace for free. She told me that she'd wanted to wear the necklace to her wedding anniversary, which was in four, five days at the time. I told her that I couldn't do that, because my paying client took priority. She stormed out, leaving the broken necklace with me.

I feel really guilty because, even if we don't see each other that often, she wanted the necklace for her wedding anniversary. That's a special thing for her, and I feel like she might not enjoy it as much because I didn't fix her necklace.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[revnah1406]

🌕Amara X Sparrow☀️Wedding headcanons💍

Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton

Amara Thompson

(the green brush means how it actually went 🥰)

I know there's still a long journey in their love story but I talked about this with a few mutuals on the discord server and I can't stop thinking about it hahahaha! My babies getting married 😭😭

So here are a few cute Headcanons about her Wedding!🥰🧡✨

They started to talk about getting married a Year later after Amara moved to Zermatt (Switzerland) with Sparrow. They also mentioned it on their first anniversary. First it was casual, talking about the advantages of getting married and fantasizing about how amazing it could be.

After a couple months Sparrow started to think about it more seriously. Talked with her siblings and her mother looking for advice. Of course their family was more than supportive and excited.

She wanted to keep things small, simple, but make it personal. She knew Amara liked small jewellery, nothing too showy. Sparrow wanted to make the ring all by herself, to give more personal value, so she asked for advice from her closest friends, Aly (@alypink ) helped with the design, Damien (@kaitaiga ) helped to forge and weld it, Anna (@applbottmjeens ) helped with the proposal, how to prepare the perfect moment.

Sparrow would lie if she said she wasn't nervous. She decided to propose during a hike. She woke Amara really early and prepared breakfast... Being more romantic than usual. Amara complained about going for a hike and offered staying at home, she wasn't the most enthusiastic person about hiking. So the possibility of cancelling the plan made Hannah really nervous but she managed to convince Amara, promising she will massage her feet and back for hours once they return home.

When they got to the top of the mountain, with the beautiful swiss mountain landscape, Sparrow knelt in front of Amara and showed a beautiful handmade ring made with pyrite (gold was more expensive and harder to work on).

"Amara, my love. Hey look at me. I know I know sweetheart." Sparrow got even more nervous when Amara started crying, she had to hold her hand to steady her. "You already know this. And you know I'm awful with words. This is just a little reminder that you are everything to me. With you I forget all the bad things. You showed me how it feels to be truly loved, and showed me how to truly love you. I just... wanted to climb one more step with you, together..."

Amara's knees were clearly shaking. "I can't fucking believe you made me do this in sweatpants and fucking hiking boots Han..." She shook her head, trying to assimilate what was happening.

Sparrow chucked. "So is that a yes?"

"Of course it's a yes you dumb idiot!!" Amara wasn't angry, far beyond that, she was too happy, too anxious, too excited she didn't know how to process all those emotions. Sparrow got up and put the ring on Amara's finger, now her fiancée.

The Wedding was six months later, during spring. Amara planned everything with her mother in Law's and Aly's help. She knew Sparrow wasn't very good at planning big events, and Hannah would always like what Amara proposed.

In the end the Wedding was on the mountains, that was Sparrow's only wish. A small one, with friends and family. It wasn't very traditional, they got married civilly two days before the wedding, so Hubber (Sparrow's captain in the Swiss Armed Forces) could make oficial the union of both women in the ceremony.

Hannah's father took Amara to the altar. The stoic man cried and had no fear of showing it. He kissed Amara's forehead before handing her to his daughter. "Your parents would be so proud of you"

Tora (Sparrow's dog) proudly brought the rings to the altar. And after an emotional speech from Hubber Sparrow could kiss Amara and name Amara her wife.

The ceremony was amazing. The after party was even better.

The Wedding night was so sweet, full of kisses, necking and love.

When it was time to organise the honeymoon, Amara had to fight with Sparrow. Hannah wanted to go to Nepal, to show Amara the big 8000s. But Amara refused to climb one single rock during her honeymoon. NUH UH. So she offered to go to Japan, and visit Kyoto, Amara's mother's native city.

They spend a few lovely days there and Sparrow learnt more about Amara's family.

A couple months after the honeymoon Hannah decided to retire from the military.

#hannah sparrow clayton #amara thompson #sparrow x amara #amara x sparrow #call of duty #call of duty oc #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #my ocs #oc x oc #wedding headcanons #oc headcanons

[starz-n-spirals]

soft

here's my first ever tumblr drabble!!

(ftm) Peter B. Parker x male reader

bodyworship bc I fucking love his body RAAAAHHH

You and Peter had been high school sweethearts, and your four year wedding anniversary was just days away. He couldn't help but be a tad insecure, actually scratch that, he was feeling very insecure recently. You knew all about his secret identity as Spider-Man, and supported him through it. Even when he decided to take a small break from it to focus on you. He had gained a fair amount of weight since, faint stretch marks adorning his hips and pudgy stomach. He hated it. He was currently staring into the full length mirror that was stationed by the closet, poking and prodding at his squishy stomach.

"Pete? Where are you?" you call out, dropping your keys in their respectful place on the shelf by the front door.

He flinches at the sound of your voice, not wanting to see him so.. weak (his own words)

"In here, doll" He beckons from the bedroom. You follow the sound into the bedroom, quickly taking in the sight of him, shirtless and in front of the mirror.

"What's all this about?" You tilt your head in confusion. 

"Ah, I was just.." He trails off, trying to come up with an excuse before letting out a small dejected sigh. "I've been struggling with.. liking my body recently" He finally pipes up.

You frown, walking up behind him and placing your hands onto his plush hips.

"I'm sorry, angel. I know how that is" You squeeze his hips reassuringly, placing a few tender kisses to his neck. "I think I can help" You offer, a sly smile playing across your lips.

"Yeah? How's that?" He cranes his neck to look at you, clearly interested. 

"Let me show you how much I love your body, Pete. Would that be alright?" You purr, running your hands along the sides of his torso, sending a shiver down his spine.

"I- Yeah, sure" He replies, trying to seem nonchalant, but can't deny the sickening swirling in his stomach at your words.

"Hm, good choice" You hum, squeezing his hips and pressing a few open mouthed kisses to the side of his neck. God, you always knew how to make him melt.

You lead him to the bed, pushing him onto the mattress gingerly and settling in between his legs. Your hands roam across his body, tracing every stretch mark and freckle. No part of his body would be left untouched by the end of tonight.

"So pretty, Pete" You mumble, kissing across his chest, lingering over his top surgery scars, and finally down to his stomach. His back arches instinctively at the contact, and he bites down on his lower lip, as to not let any sounds slip out. You run your hands along his thighs, squeezing gently as you kiss down his stomach.

He fucking whines. And oh, god, what a heavenly sound it was. You pause for a moment, smirking devilishly up at him.

"Can i?" A question you already knew the answer to, as you tug at the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Yeah- yeah, please" He nods, his cheeks flushed a gorgeous pink. You grin, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, taking note of the small glistening stain adorning the briefs.

"Fuck, you're so wet already" You chuckle, breath ghosting over his now exposed cunt.

"Please.." He whines, looking down at you, his beautiful brown eyes glinting with desperation.

"In a minute" You mutter, pressing soft kisses to his inner thighs. Those kisses quickly turn into hickeys, which turn into bites. Peter can do nothing but grip the sheets underneath him, whining your name hoping that you'll be merciful and give him what he wants.

It seems as if his prayers were answered when you press a sweet kiss to his clit, rubbing his thighs comfortingly.

He lets out a low groan, tangling his fingers into your hair and pressing his puffy clit against your lips.

"Behave" You mumble, licking a flat stripe across his slit.

He keens, gripping tightly onto your hair and fighting with his life to not wrap his legs around your head.

You hum contently, attaching your lips to his clit once more, suckling gently. You continue this for a bit, eliciting sweet moans and whines from the man underneath you. But that doesn't seem to be enough for you, so you slip two digits into sopping cunt. Peter moans loudly at this. You continue your relentless assault on his clit, along with curling your fingers inside of him.

"oh, oh, fuck" He whines, bucking his hips slightly.

Found it. You can't help but smirk slightly, speeding up the pace at which your fingers are thrusting into him. The room is filled with the heavenly whines and pleads for more, along with the wet squelching of your husband's cunt.

This continues on for a few more minutes, as you notice Peter's moans and pleads getting more desperate, louder.

You pull away from his clit for a moment, looking up at him with lust blown pupils. "Gonna cum f'me, handsome?" You purr, continuing to thrust your fingers in and out of him.

"Fuck- fuck, yes, just- keep going" He begs lifting his hips slightly off the bed, as if to tempt you.

Of course, you oblige, attaching your lips back onto his clit and sucking fervently.

He practically wails tugging harshly on your hair as he cums, absolutely drenching your chin. You stay there for a bit, licking fat stripes across his clit to prolong his orgasm. Finally, you pull away, removing your fingers as well, and licking them clean.

You rest your head on his stomach, beaming up at your husband.

"You're perfect, y'know that? I wouldn't have you any other way." You look at him, nothing but admiration and love in your eyes.

"Thank you.. for everything, for loving me, being here.." He smiles, pulling you up against him and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You don't need to thank me, Peter. I love you wholly, and unconditionally" 

#peter b parker x male reader #peter b parker #male reader #top male reader #ftm peter parker #drabble #spiderman atsv

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

Could You Just Try To Listen?

Words: 1175

Warnings: angst, me almost forgetting about Luke's adorable dog named Roxy, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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I've been writing some angst lately. It's a lot of fun tho

My requests still are closed, vibing with life like that.

Based off of the bridge of Taylor Swift's song Sad Beautiful Tragic

Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting Silence, the train runs off its tracks Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up and for the life of us, we can't get back

Also the end being based off of Taylor's song That Was The Moment I Knew

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N stared at the empty seat in front of her. He was supposed to be home over an hour ago. Where was he? She checked her phone again and saw that he still hadn't texted her back. She sighed as she turned it off. This wasn't the first time it had happened. She got up and began to clear away the table. Putting the uneaten food into containers and then cleaning the plates before placing them into the washer.

She glanced at the table as she heard the noise of her phone vibrating. She knew from the rhythm that it was a call, but she ignored it. She continued to clean up and get ready for bed. She heard her phone go off a few more times as she removed her makeup and jewelry. Changed into pajamas before she finally checked it.

6 missed calls and around 20 texts. At least had finally remembered that she existed. She still ignored him. She didn't want to deal with it. With him. She just wanted to forget about this. Forget that for the millionth time he forgot her.

So when the time came and he opened the door, Y/N just stared at the TV and continued to pet Roxy. She heard him drop his bag as he shut the door. She was silent as he walked over to her.

"Y/N, are you okay." She nodded, "You didn't call me back. Or respond to my text." She shrugged, "Y/N?"

"Do you know what today is?"

"Friday."

"So that's all it is? Just a friday?"

"Should it be more."

She scoffed as she stood up. "It's Friday October 5th." She crossed her arms, "Does that sound familiar to you Luke?"

"Y/N, I--"

"You promised me that you'd be here! And you didn't have a case, Luke! You...you what? Forgot? Got caught up? Lied?" When he didn't say anything she sighed and sat back down on the couch. "Luke, this isn't the first time even."

"What do you mean?"

She looked at him hopelessly, "We've been growing in distance. It feels like your never here and when you are it's like you're not! All it feels like is that you need me for is sex."

He sat next to her, "It's not."

She leaned her head back, letting it fall back onto the small table behind it. "I thought it would be different, you know? Different than when you were on the Fugitive Task Force. Different because we're married. But it seems like ever since that last one happened all that has happened is distance between the two of us." She lifted her head to look at him again, "You were supposed to be here today. Two weeks ago for date night. 3 weeks before that my birthday. 5 days before that my sisters engagement party." She rubbed her eyes, "Everyone was asking where you were and I had to tell them that you were at work." She looked down at her hands, "Even though you promised me you would take off to be at those events." She ran a hand though her hair, "And those are only in the past month and a half."

"So you're blaming my job?"

She scoffed, " I am not blaming you're job, I'm blaming you!"

"How is that not blaming my job, Y/N?!" He angrily stood up, "My job that helps pay the bills while you are jobless going through school! I mean, you seriously think I can be home all of the time?"

"I know that you can't Luke! But what I do fucking want is for you to keep your promises! Promises that you make to be here when it's important! I mean fuck, Luke, it's our 2nd wedding anniversary and you couldn't seem less interested!"

"We've had another anniversaries and we'll have more, it's just one!"

"One of how many, Luke? One of one? Two? Three, four, five, six, seven?!" She angrily stood up, "Did you know that if the couple is lucky enough to make it through their first year, they usually divorce at 7? Did you know that?"

When he didn't say anything she just let out a small scream and stormed to their bedroom. She didn't even grab a suitcase. Just clothes and a travel bag full of her bathroom products. She stormed out of the room with the bag and clothes in her arms. She grabbed her purse and keys before storming to the door.

That was when Luke finally spoke again. "Where're you going, Y/N?"

She stopped to look at him, "Anywhere else. I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you say it's fucking okay that you missed those things. But it's not. God only knows what everyone was thinking when you didn't show to my birthday and then at my sisters engagement. You should have been at both of those events! I kept looking at the door, waiting for you to walk through them, but you didn't. You didn't walk through them. Everyone left and all I had from you was a text saying sorry, you had a local case, but you were done. But the team was going to O'Keefe's and you were joining them."

"I asked you to join us."

She let out an exasperated sigh, "But I didn't, you know what I did do though?

He looked like he was thinking for a moment before continuing, "You weren't home that day. When I asked you, you told me you were staying at your sisters. When you came home I..."

He trailed off and she continued, "You got mad at me. Because I didn't respond. And I got mad at you for not being there. We went back and forth. Just like now." He walked over to her and tried to wrap his arms around her, but she just shrugged him off. He tried to kiss her but she pushed him away. "You're not even listening, Luke. We can't just kiss and make up, it's more than that."

"Then what is it? What can I do to make it up?"

She shook her head, "I don't think you can, Luke. I've been trying to get you to notice for months now, but you haven't, not once." She ran a hand though her hair, "I think we just ran our course."

"So are you suggesting, what? We get a divorce?"

"Luke, I should have done this before. After my birthday. You should have been here and if you had, I would have been happy. This was just the tipping point." She placed her hand on the door knob and twisted it open. "I'm sorry Luke. I really am."

And as she walked out of that door, that was the moment Luke knew that she was the only person he needed. And that was the moment Luke knew that he was never going to get her back. That this really was the final moment that just pushed it over the edge.

That was the moment he knew that he should have been there.

#luke #alvez #luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez imagine #criminal #minds #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #x reader #imagine

[rejectedartist]

Do you have anymore married saimota headcanons? I can’t get enough

OH BOY DO I?? DO I??? HELL YEAH I DO

When Kaito misses Shuichi while he's at work, he'd pretend that Shuichi forgot his lunch at home to come see him

Shuichi doesn't mind of course and let's Kaito eat with him (since now he has two lunches and can't eat them all)

Kaito had Shuichi's home office renovated during their honeymoon to have a mini library and other things to be changed to what Shuichi would love, Shuichi almost cried tears of joy when they came back home

Shuichi pretended to not want a dog and Kaito, though sad, respected it. Shuichi got three little puppies and surprised Kaito with them the next week.

Kaito would regularly brag about his amazing husband at work (to the point that his co-workers questioned if Shuichi was real/hj)

Their computer/laptop wallpapers are pictures of the other on date nights or when they considered the other breathtaking

The wedding was held during the evening/night so they could get married under the stars

Kaito would wake up way earlier than Shuichi at 5 am to do a nice morning workout, much to Shuichi's dismay he gets dragged into having an early morning jog almost everyday

Kaito makes way too many dad jokes and puns on a daily basis, Shuichi's the only one who finds them funny

Shuichi snorts when he laughs too hard, so Kaito would do everything in his power to make him laugh

Shuichi still gets flustered whenever Kaito's being affectionate with him in public (hand holding, lil kisses, etc.) and Kaito thinks it's adorable

Sometimes Kaito accidentally calls Shuichi his sidekick since he was so used to it

He would then get flustered when Shuichi corrects him and says that he's his husband now

Every once and a while they call each other "dork" or "nerd" in an affectionate way

Kaito claims the best wedding anniversary gift Shuichi ever got him was a lego Star Wars set

Said set is displayed proudly in his home office and he loves looking at it every once and a while

On the other hand, Shuichi claims the best wedding anniversary gift Kaito ever got him was a "book bouquet" with all the books that was on his reading list

Kaito compares Shuichi to a curious black cat, Shuichi compares him to an over excited golden retriever

Kaito has so many pet names for Shuichi

Some include: Honey, babe, starlight, my moon, etc.

One of Shuichi's favorite pet names for Kaito is darling

Kaito constantly jokes about the time when he first confessed his feelings to Shuichi, Shuichi being so shocked and flustered accidentally thanked him instead of saying he liked him back

"Kaito, love, please just let it go" "Not until the day I die! It's still funny"

Whenever Kaito's drunk, some variation of this would happen:

"Woahhh, you're pretty, could I have your number?"

"We're already married, hun."

"Wait really?! Oh my god my husband is beautiful"

Shuichi got way too used to cuddling with Kaito while they slept, so everytime Kaito goes to space, he's always sleep deprived

Kaito would always try to convince Shuichi to let one of the dogs to sleep in the bed with them

Shuichi argues that the last time the dog slept in the bed he was pushed off and Kaito didn't notice until he woke up in the morning and Shuichi was grumpy and laying on the floor

Kaito learnt how to do a massage so he can help Shuichi relieve some stress after a bad day

When they had a bad fight (which is rarely), they both go to Maki

She is annoyed as hell but figured it'd be easier to get these two idiots to forgive each other if she knew both sides

She was also the maid of honor at the wedding

#saimota #kaito momota #shuichi saihara #kaito x shuichi #shuichi x kaito #headcanons

[smilingbuckley]

2023 writing wrap up

Tagged by @jamespearce9-1-1

Aka every fic I wrote in 2023 separated in each month. And I wrote a lot so I don't know if Tumblr will allow me to post all links.

Anything I will write before the end of the year will be added - as long as I don't forget to do so lol.

Tagging @watchyourbuck and @thewolvesof1998

Fics are under the fold :)

Challenge: figure out how many titles are 5 Seconds of Summer lyrics.

January

I wanna cry, I wanna fall in love, but all my tears have been used up

Buddie, 7,8K, M

Done with his (what he thinks) unrequited feelings for Eddie, Buck tries to move on and starts dating again. He really, really tries. But his feelings seem to not be able to go away. And to make things worse, Eddie starts pulling away.

I'm better than him (just saying)

Buddie, 9K, E

Eddie’s point of view of the previous fic.

Just as Eddie was about to ask Buck out, planning to spend the rest of their lives together, Buck announces that he's dating again. Eddie isn't just hurt, but he also feels incredibly jealous and might try to sabotage a date or two...

Kinda hoping for forever

Buddie, 10,1K, E

Buck and Eddie finally have their first date, but it gets interrupted by someone needing medical attention. Both immediately get into EMT mode and Buck saves the man life. Watching Buck be so heroic, in a suit... Eddie has never been so turned on before. And he shows Buck exactly that when they get home.

God forbid you leave me like all of the rest did

Buddie, 33K, 10/10 chapters, T

Buck’s life changes when he loses his boyfriend on a call and Eddie’s body is never found. The only thing keeping him here is taking care of Christopher. He struggles to figure out how to live without the love of his life and what decisions would be the best for Christopher, but gets support from not just his found family, but the Diaz family as well.

Meanwhile, somewhere, Eddie is fighting to stay alive.

The universe's punishment (or perhaps a miracle)

Buddie, 2,5K, T

A record-breaking heat wave is about to take out the power in Los Angeles, causing Buck to get stuck in an elevator with a patient in labor. He's the one who has to help her bring her son onto the world.

February

Why does it feel so good to be bad

Buddie, 7,1K, E

While Athena and Bobby are finally able to take the cruise they planned for their honeymoon, it's Buck who gets chosen interim captain this time. And Eddie, newly dating Buck, wasn't prepared for how horny it would make him to see Buck in charge. Of course, things take a turn when Eddie disobeys an order at a call.

(No BDSM)

And I love to love you (for God's sake)

Buck & Bobby, (Buddie background), 8,9K, T

Multiple moments over time where Bobby shows Buck what it's like to have a loving parent.

I'm the chords (and you're the melody)

Seblaine, 2,9K, E

Instead of going to their anniversary dinner like they planned, Blaine has figured out a new idea on how to celebrate their wedding anniversary. It involves Sebastian’s old Dalton blazer and... well, literally nothing else.

The ghost of survivor's guilt can be so unkind

Buck & Athena, 2,7K, T

In the edge of a breakdown, Buck starts to run on a sleepless night. But then he can't stop. He kept on pushing as his body protested until he literally couldn't continue anymore. Unable to move, he watches the sunrise in an unfamiliar park.

Then Athena shows up.

The darkest night never felt so bright (with you by my side)

Buddie, 4,2K, T

After a misunderstanding outside a club, a guy tries to beat Buck up. He goes home, planning on hiding this from his team, not wanting to worry them. But with everything, he forgot about his plans with Eddie until the man shows up at his apartment and demands Buck to tell him what happened.

His eyes only

Buddie, 3K, E

Buck’s not jealous. Jealousy means that he’s afraid Eddie would do anything with these women. Buck knows he wouldn’t, not only did Eddie figure out he was gay, he also was definitely not the cheating kind. Eddie was so hopelessly in love with Buck that even Buck could see it. No. What he is, is possessive. He wants to walk over there and show those girls who Eddie belongs to.

Wake up sunshine (somebody loves you)

Buddie, 1K, G

Buck wakes up from his coma with Eddie by his side.

Worth staying for

Buddie, 40,1K, E, 6/6 chapters

Years after the truck bombing, Buck has settled into his new job as a nurse. Then he meets Eddie Diaz, a single-parent firefighter who keeps ending up in the hospital. Eddie also happens to work with Buck's old team. Buck's friends and family encourage him to go for it, but he has been burned before. Would it be worth it, the possibility of having his heart broken again? He's not sure. But the universe seems to have some different plans for them.

Aka the start of the Nurse Buck series

Don't want to know the other side of a world without you (can't live without you)

Buddie, Eddie & Chris, 4,2K, T

Eddie and Christopher basically live at Buck's place when he's in a coma. One day, Eddie finds a few boxes hidden in Buck's closet. As he goes through it, he realizes that his feelings were requited all this time. But it's too late. The doctors aren't optimistic about Buck waking up and the 118 are slowly preparing themselves to say goodbye to Buck. So, really, it's too late. Right?

March

The sun will rise, the moon will fall (tomorrow never dies)

Buddie, 4,2K, T

Part 2 in the Nurse Buck series

Buck gets woken up by his colleague when a firefighter has been shot. Worried, Buck hurries to the ER where he sees one of his worst nightmares.

It was Eddie. Eddie is the one who got shot.

If I'm with you, I'll never die

Buddie, 1K, G

Buck and Eddie get into a fight when Eddie risks his life on the job to save Buck. Que the classic love confession during a fight.

Lights will guide you (so run like hell)

Buddie, 1K, T

Eddie shows up at Buck’s loft a complete mess having a gay crisis. Though looking at Buck, his crisis is solved.

(This was written before Eddie’s age was confirmed so that's why he's older than canon)

My love is your love (now and forever)

Buddie, 9,7K, E

Buck and Eddie are finally getting married today, but they can't keep their hands off of each other even before they said 'I do'.

I've got you, Kid

Buck & Bobby, 1,1K, G

Buck wakes up from his coma with Bobby by his side

It's hard to watch everything I want spilling down the drain

Buddie, 5,4K, T

Buck wakes up in a perfect world. He's married, he has adorable children, his parents love him, Daniel is alive, the 118 is closer than ever. But a voice keeps calling him back, begging him to come home. But... Buck doesn't want to.

You know it's gonna get better

Buck & Bobby, 1,2K, G

Unable to sleep during a thunderstorm, Buck gets a late-night visitor who seems to have a similar problem.

I'm not leaving

Buck & Bobby, 1,7K, G

Bobby gets lightly hurt on a call, but Buck worries. Bobby doesn't understand because he's fine aside from a minor concussion, and he'll be back at work in no time. Buck confesses that he hadn't told Bobby the truth about his coma dream.

Friends with the monster

Kaz & Wylan, 1,7K, M, Graphic description of violence

A new rival kidnaps Wylan to send a message to Kaz.

Just the memory of your face

Buddie, 1,1K, T

Buck and Eddie have a movie night together. When the main character's love interest dies, Eddie has a panic attack. Buck worries that it's because of Shannon, but it's because Buck dying still haunts Eddie.

Eddie Diaz vs the cat straight out of hell

Buddie, 2,9K, T

Buck convinces Eddie to take home a cat they rescued on a call. Buck and Christopher immediately fall in love with her, but Eddie is convinced she is a demon from hell.. (Or: 5 times Eddie hates the cat Buck brought home + one time she's not really that bad.)

Bring him back to me

Buck & Bobby, 1,2K, G

While Buck is in a coma, Bobby talks to the Buckleys... it doesn't end well.

Story of another us

Buddie, 1,3K, T

Buck still firmly believes that it should've been him who got shot. So, the universe shows him what life would've been like if that had been the case

April

And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you

Buddie, 1,9K, G

Buck gets a flashback after hearing a gunshot, Eddie is there to comfort him. Buck finally tells him what happened after Eddie's memory fades.

Keep me in your heart, never let us part

Heartrender Husbands, 8,7K, M

The story of how Ivan fell in love, and why he, the Darkling's most loyal soldier, betrays his country to keep the man he loves safe.

What can I say except you're welcome

Buddie, 1,1K, T

Pepa sets Eddie up on a date. He doesn't want to go and is prepared to let whoever it is down, but turns out his tia knows him better than expected.

Knight without armor

Jespeanor, 3,8K, E

Eleanor wants to try something new in the bedroom. Jesper does whatever his princess wants.

You're the cure to everything

Buddie, 1,8K, T

Eddie takes care of a sick Buck

May

I don't want to talk about it (I'm already screaming inside)

Buck & Athena, 6,3K, G

Athena is great at hiding her emotions, so no one notices as she struggles with Buck's temporary death. But slowly it builds up, until she breaks.

'cause we belong together now

Buddie, 68,8K, M, 14/14 chapters

Buck and Eddie help with the birth of a beautiful baby girl on a call. After her mother dies, Buck falls in love with the baby as they drive to the hospital and is determined to adopt her. He and Eddie decide to adopt together. The problem? They're not together.

Desperate to give this baby girl a good home, Buck and Eddie try everything to be able to adopt her. Including a marriage of convenience and pretending like they've been together for a while now.

Pick you up if you fall to pieces

Buddie, 1,4K, T

Eddie comforts his husband after a tough shift.

This is a place where I feel at home

Buck & Bobby, 1,1K, G

After watching parents mourn the loss of their children, the 118 go to check up on their children. And Bobby... he's staring at Buck, and Buck is confused.

Fingertips on me (I can feel them still)

Buddie, 6,1K, E

A very drunk Buck and Eddie decide it would be a great idea to hook up. Then they wake up with no memory of the night before.

I'll give you the best years

Buddie, 2,4K, T

10 months after they got together, Eddie finds a hidden engagement ring.

Ain't nobody got a mom like mine

Buck & Athena, 1,6K, G

Buck wants to give Athena presents for Mother's Day, but he's nervous about it. Would that be crossing a line?

I need your love to guide me back home

Buck & Bobby, 3,6K, G

Buck gets brain damage during a call and loses his memory of everything and everyone. He can't even remember his own name. The only thing he remembers is the face of the man he firmly believes is his father. (Spoiler alert: it's not Phillip Buckley)

June

He ain't my blood, but he's got my name

Buck & Bobby, 2,2K, G

Buck has been acting secretive, making Bobby worried. But then he finds out why, and he couldn't be happier

Don't you worry child

Buck & Bobby, 1,6K, G

During a thunderstorm, Buck seeks comfort from his father figure.

Got nothing but love for you (fall more in love every day)

Buddie, 6K, M

5 times Buck and Eddie are almost caught + 1 time they are

Can't live without you

Buck & Bobby, Buddie, 9,5K, T

On a call, Bobby takes a bullet meant for Buck. Buck doesn't know if he'll ever be okay again. Thankfully his father figure is okay.

I'm not afraid to change your name ('cause I'm crazy about you)

Buck & Bobby, Buddie, 2,6K, T

Sequel to 'he ain't my blood but he's got my name'

5 times Buck gets called by his new last name + 1 time he has another name change

July

In the moonlight you look just like an angel in disguise

Buddie, 35,7K, 6/6 chapters, M

While Christopher is at camp, Buck and Eddie go on a vacation of their own to a small cabin in the woods... It goes as well as you'd expect.

Loved you yesterday, love you still, always have, always will

Buck & Bobby, 2,8K, G

Bobby finds out that Buck’s parents never told him he loved him. So, Bobby starts saying those words to Buck.

August

I feel it crash down (down on me)

Buck & Bobby, 2,4K, G

During therapy, Buck learns something new about his childhood. He struggles to process it. Luckily Bobby is there for him.

Let me fix it for you

Buddie, 10,3K, M

5 times Eddie fixes or builds something for Buck + 1 time Buck thanks him for it (... sort of)

And when I open my eyes, I hope to see your face

Buddie, 1K, T

Eddie wakes up next to Buck the morning after they get together and has some sappy thoughts.

September

Oh love (please have mercy on me)

Buddie, Buck & Bobby, 1,7K, G

Buck gets horrible news. Eddie finds him crying in bed.

October

I will be your gravity, I will stay and never leave

Buddie, 3,3K, G

What if Eddie had pressured Chimney into admitting why he was acting weird around Buck?

The other fics this months are all for Whumptober. Here is a link to the Whumptober series so I don't have to tag all the fics.

You're our missing puzzle piece

Buddie, Buck & Chris & Eddie, 4,8K, G

Whumptober day 1: swooning The night before a planned camping trip, Christopher gets sick. So, instead of camping in nature, Buck helps Eddie take care of Christopher.

Taking care of you is all I've ever wanted

Buck & Athena, Buck & Bobby, 5,1K, G

Whumptober Day 2: Thermometer While the 118 has temporarily parted due to family things, it's just Buck and Bobby at the station for the week. Buck can't afford to be sick right now... Except he gets the flu. But rest assured, Bobby and Athena take good care of their son figure.

Always thought I was hard to love ('till you made it seem so easy)

Buck & Chimney, 3K, T

Whumptober day 4: "You in there?" For Maddie's birthday, the Buckley parents are taking them out for dinner. It ends with disaster and Chimney standing up for Buck before comforting his brother (in law).

When the world ender comes, baby run for your life

Several 9-1-1 relationships, 17,5K, M

Whumptober day 5: Debris Another tsunami hits Los Angeles, this time the entire team is caught in it and gets separated, desperate to find their way back to each other. Buck had warned them something felt off... they should have listened.

Don't mind me (I'm just feeling kinda broken)

Buck & Chimney, 2,5K, T

Whumptober day 6: "It should have been me." To the outside, Chimney seems fine. He is there for his friends and family when Buck temporarily dies and falls into a coma. He comforts them, is a shoulder to cry on. But then Buck wakes up and things go back to normal. Except... Chimney hasn't moved on. He can still feel Buck's lifeless body underneath his hands. And at some point, Chimney breaks.

Fox on the run

Buddie, 17,5K, 4/4 chapters

Whumptober day 3, alternate prompt: lab rat When Eddie and Chris go to visit Buck for their usual dinner and a movie night, they find the place in shambles. Someone has kidnapped Buck. Months go by without any break in the case, but then suddenly a fox shows up in the Diaz backyard, and Christopher is certain that it is Buck. But Eddie doesn't think that's possible, because this isn't some sci-fi or fantasy movie. Right?

Falling and falling until I fell (for you)

Buddie, 4,3K, T

Whumptober day 7: radio silence / "Can you hear me?" Buck is having a fun day with Maddie and Jee-Yun when he gets the call from Eddie. Eddie is hurt and doesn't think he'll survive, so he spends his last moments confessing his love to Buck.

Earthquakes won't wait for another day

Buck & Bobby, Buddie, 3,4K, T

Whumptober day 8: overcrowded ER Buck and Bobby are preparing a family dinner at Buck's loft to announce and celebrate Buck and Eddie's engagement. However, an earthquake has different plans.

If I walk out the door, would you care enough to follow?

Buddie, 3,5K, T

Whumptober day 10: "You said you'd never leave." Buck confesses his love for Eddie. Their friendship ends. Heartbroken, Buck seeks advice from his parent figures.

(Soon to have a sequel)

These crutches were made for walkin'

Buddie, 2,7K, T

Whumptober day 11: animal trap On a beautiful morning, one of the last before the fall and winter come, Buck takes a grumpy Eddie hiking on a track in the forest. Things don't go according to plan.

My father's son

Buck & Bobby, Buddie, 27,3K, 4/4 chapters, T

Whumptober day 9: mistaken identity / 2023 prompt: kidnapped After a DNA test, that he took as a joke, Buck's entire life is pulled upside down. Traveling to Los Angeles with the thought of helping a man find his missing son, whose results Buck accidentally got, it turns out that there was no mix-up at all. Buck is that missing son, kidnapped just after birth. For twenty-six years, Buck has been living a lie. He tries to get used to his new life, his new family. He starts a new job. But there's another problem... he's falling for one of the firefighters under his father's command. And the people who raised him, the Buckleys, refuse to confess the full truth.

I just want to feel alive (tears hitting the ground)

Buddie, 4,6K, E

Whumptober day 12: "I'm up, I'm up." / 2023 prompt: nightmares Buck still struggles with having died. After yet another nightmare, he seeks out his best friend's comfort, who makes him feel alive again.

I love the heat, I love the noise (I love my name inside your voice)

Buddie, 8,3K, E

Whumptober day 13: cold compress Buck asks Eddie if he can use his driveway to wash his car. Eddie is not prepared for a shirtless Buck to look this hot while doing something so simple as washing a car. A water fight turns into something more... but after all the feelings have been confessed and sexual tension has been taken care of, Buck seems to forget something important: sunscreen.

It's not like we planned this (getting out of hand)

Buddie, 3,5K, E

Whumptober day 14: water inhalation, "Just hold on" / 2023 prompts challenge: sex injuries

Buck has an... unfortunate accident in the shower. The only person he trusts enough to call is Eddie

To wake up by your side is all I wanna do

Buddie, 14,3K, M

Whumptober day 15: "I'm fine" After a fire destroys his loft, Buck moves in with the Diazes indefinitely. Except neither he, Christopher, nor Eddie wants him to move out. Buck gets used to being fully included in the Diaz family and the changes it brings to be with them full-time. It's a dream come true, especially when things between him and Eddie start developing in a certain way.

I made a promise that I'll come home (soon)

Buddie, 4,3K, T

3rd in the Nurse Buck series

Whumptober day 16: gurney / 2023 prompts: adoption What is supposed to be a normal shift at the hospital ends in a nightmare. Buck has to try his best to keep one of the babies safe from the hands of the shooter.

I'll see you again my loved one

Buck & Bobby, 1,5K, T, Major character death

Sequel to 'oh love (please have mercy on me)'

Whumptober day 17: "Leave me alone." Bobby dies and Buck struggles to continue living.

I seek the stars above worlds to be the guides

Buddie, 3,8K, T, graphic description of violence

Whumptober day 18: Tortured for information Retired Navy SEAL Buck gets the message that his husband has been taken captive. His old SEAL team ask him to go on one last mission.

Under the neon lights, I think we might get married in Vegas

Buddie, 5,5K, M

Whumptober day 19: floral bouquet

Buck wakes up married to Eddie in Las Vegas. Neither of them remember how they got here.

'Cause I know where tonight is going

Buddie, 4,6K, M

Whumptober day 20: Blanket, found family The 118 prepares to join a mud run for charity but ends up in a bet about who will be the fastest. Buck and Eddie train together, but things go differently than planned.

I can still taste the ocean like it was today

Buddie, Buck & Chris, 1K, G

Whumptober day 21: restraints Buck wakes up in the hospital with no idea how he got there. The only thing he remembers is the water taking Christopher away from him. And he needs to find him.

I wish I said I love you just one more time

Buddie, Buck & Chris, 4,3K, T

Whumptober day 22: glass shard, vehicular accident On their way home, Buck and Christopher get into a nasty car accident. The 118 responds to the scene and is horrified to find out that it includes two of their own. Recovery after is tough, especially because Christopher doesn't seem to remember who Buck is...

Watch me

Chenford, 3,1K, G

Whumptober day 23: stalking Lucy has the feeling of being watched. After having hidden it from Tim, thinking it's just paranoia after her latest UC mission, he convinces her to check her apartment for bugs. Then it turns out that she should have listened to her instincts from the start.

Love like yours will surely come my way

Buddie, 1,4K, G

Whumptober day 25: storm Buck wakes up during a storm and goes to his best friend for comfort.

Your touch is made of something heaven can't hold a candle to

Whumptober day 26: working to exhaustion / "You look awful." Eddie takes care of Buck after an exhausting shift.

Since I met you, I just can't forget you

Buddie, 10,6K, M

Whumptober day 27: "Let me see." When Eddie adopts a cat he rescued on a call, he doesn't expect to develop a major crush on the cute veterinarian.

You were mine for a night (I don't know how to say goodbye)

Buddie, 11,3K, E

Whumptober day 28: alt prompts: panic, miscommunication After a strange Valentine’s Day shift, Buck and Eddie start being friends with benefits without really talking about it. Eddie wants to be more, but is too afraid of losing Buck.

Do you ever long for true love from me

Buddie, 5,3K, M

Whumptober day 30: borrowing clothes 5 times Eddie gives Buck clothes to borrow + 1 time he takes them off.

I love you a latte

Buddie, 9,3K, M

Whumptober day 31: setbacks / "take it easy." New to Los Angeles, Eddie meets a cute barista at a coffee shop recommended to him by Chimney. Even though he embarrasses himself by being flustered by Buck, he keeps coming back and starts a friendship with him.

Will the curse be reversed if I say it backwards?

Buck & Bobby, Buck & Athena, on going, T

Whumptober day 29: "What happened to me?", troubled past resurfacing After offending a witch, Buck gets turned into a baby. Athena and Bobby are stuck with raising him until the witch is found and they figure out a way to undo the spell. The biggest problem? Magic isn't supposed to exist. How do they explain where Buck went?

Oh, I'm falling for the first time (heart is gonna flatline)

Buddie, 28K, M, 3/3 chapters

Whumptober Day 24: neglect When Buck's Jeep dies, his best friend Sophia offers a ride to school. That's not strange, because the Diaz house is more his home than his parents' house is. However, this also means that Eddie Diaz, whom he's had a crush on for years, is his ride home. They slowly get a little closer, and when Buck gets kicked out of his house, it's Eddie whom he calls. Now he gets to stay permanently with the Diazes and his relationship with Eddie changes. (Aka a Buddie high school AU)

November

Heartbreak that I can't escape

Buddie, 4K, G

Eddie can no longer hide that he's not okay after Buck died. Buck makes a decision that surprises him.

When your world is on fire

Buck & Chris, Buddie, 8K, T

The 118 responds to what should be a normal house fire only to find out that one of their own is stuck inside and believed to be dead.

December

Caught up in your curls

Buddie, 6,1K, E

After having been in El Paso for awhile, taking care of his Abuela, Eddie can finally go home to Los Angeles. He fully expected his son to have changed over the past few weeks because he's a teenager, they change every day. What he didn't prepare for was Buck, who suddenly has grown out his curls. Curls Eddie has a weakness for. It causes for some... interesting situations, until Eddie reaches his breaking point.

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[sneakyblinders]

19, 27, and 37 from the OTP asks for Tommy and his darling wife 🥰

Eek thank you for requesting these 🤩 OTP relationship asks link

19 - How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?

The Mrs. is alright. She often feels safer when he is around, so his absence makes her a little more anxious than normal. (Being married to a gangster is anxiety inducing stuff I'd imagine) She doesn’t sleep quite as well without him there. She hates eating alone. However she does take advantage of the nights she has alone to get caught up on reading (Tommy often distracts her) and after they have their children, she plans little activities to do with the children, who are also missing their father. She usually comes up with sweet ways to welcome him home that involve his babies. He gets the biggest smile on his face when he sees the little projects they've made for him while he was away. (And this is super top secret, but he's never thrown a single thing away that they've made for him. He'd never admit that to anybody though. The Mrs. only found out about it one day when she was shuffling through boxes in his closet trying to find a very specific chain for his watch.) Tommy though… after a few days of being away, he gets quite irritable. His men hate when he has to be away for more than two or three days at a time with him. His temper is shorter and it doesn’t take much for him to lose it on somebody. Patience is super thin on trips when he’s away from his beloved. When he gets home he just wants to snuggle and be close to her. He tells her every time he returns home that it'll be the last time he's away for that long. (Which, inevitably never happens but he swears one day he'll never have to go away again.)

27 - What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

When Tommy was in his rather serious accident the first few years of their marriage, and he had cracked some ribs, it was difficult for him to bend for a while--it caused him some pretty severe pain. And so, tying his shoes was nearly impossible for a long while. So for those months when he was healing, his wife knelt in front of him in the mornings and tied his shoes. The first few times he was embarrassed beyond belief. I can't even tie my own laces, he'd think to himself. But she'd look up at him with those eyes and he'd have to look away, overcome with emotion. And after the embarrassment faded, an overwhelming feeling comes over him and tears spring to his eyes. Whether it's because he can't believe he got this gem, or because he can't believe he was almost robbed of so many more years with her, so many more memories with her, he can't figure out. But he thinks of her every time he ties his laces now. For their first anniversary, Tommy got his beloved a locket with his initials engraved on the back, and a photo of them on their wedding day tucked safely inside. Whenever she was lost in thought, whether concentrating or finding herself nervous, she would start fumbling with the locket, anxiously running her thumb over the engraving on the back, and instantly thinking of her husband--every fear disappearing.

37 - What do they like the least about each other?

Aah jeez. The Mrs. has some serious issues with how arrogant Tommy can be--with how above death he seems at times. Most of their fights revolve around her reminding him he is not immortal and that one day his arrogance and pride will take him to the grave. Tommy has some serious issues with how trusting his bride can be with others. She, despite all the evil she has seen in this world he has brought her into, has never seemed to be able to shake the ability to see the good and the best in people, which much to his annoyance, she manages to find in everybody. It's gotten her into some pretty sticky situations before. (In her defense, Tommy is skeptical about everything and everyone... any time she tries to tell him about a new person she met at the market or the store he narrows his eyes and tries to see it from every angle. How they could be trying to take advantage of her. Sometimes its worked in her favor and others... not so much.)

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[sebsxphia]

Sebbie?? My dearest Sebbie?? I was debating on whether or not to send these in because I know my thoughts aren't the smuttiest (although I do have thots I can definitely throw in, lol) and I was a little worried.

You and Preacher!Rhett are living your best lives up in MT, raising Amy as your own, owning your own land with a big timberframe house and making the best of whatever situations you find yourselves in and each season comes with its own little gifts.

Winter for you guys means getting ready for Christmas and the ungodly amount of snow that gets dumped on your town every year. It means Rhett being outside with Amy while she plays in the snow and he drives the plow truck up and down the driveway to make little snowbanks for her and the neighbor kids that live over the hills. It also means a ton of baked goods and prepping the church for the Christmas Eve services and also celebrating your anniversary (you and Rhett got married on Christmas Eve and your preacher was a sobbing mess when he saw you in your red and gold wedding dress and Amy in one that matched yours). He even lets Amy do the honors of putting out the creche that Royal made and gave to you both as a wedding gift and also lets her leave some homemade milk and cookies and a bag of oats for Santa. Rhett's even been known to referee some seriously intense snowball fights with the parishioners' kids after Sunday services are over too (lol).

Spring is without a doubt your favorite time of year. There's tons of animal births on your land and Rhett takes every opportunity to show Amy how to take care of the critters. Spring also means alot of baptisms at the church and Rhett knows that when this happens your baby fever rages out of control along with his breeding kink (Royal and Cecelia took Amy for a little bit and it ended with the two of you doing unspeakable things in just about every room in the house except for the garage since that was just straight nasty, lol). You and Rhett show Amy where the flowers are just beginning to sprout in your garden, where the buds on the fruit trees and bushes in the orchards are just beginning to open up and the grass beginning to get greener.

Summer is always warm and green, bursting with life. Amy will go out with Rhett and gather the grapes, blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, blackberries and huckleberries from the bushes. You love to hang the wash on the line although you've dropped a few things here and there and your large bump gets in the way, but Amy and Rhett are always there to help you. Mason jars full of sweet peach tea are placed in your kitchen while you and Amy wear your prettiest dresses on Sunday, although the church where Rhett preaches is really old and doesn't have central air yet so every single window has to be open to let the cool air in. It's endless days of swimming at the lake and on the hottest nights, ice cream and popsicles at the local food stands along with outdoor movies.

Fall is more homey for the both of you. Yours and Rhett's first baby is born at the house in fall and that's when you work on all your knitting and crocheting. You've made fingerless knit gloves and blankets for you, Amy and many of the people who live at the shelter downtown. Fall means new Sunday school students, especially those in the high school youth groups as well as gathering leaves, acorns and branches to make fall decorations for the church. Rhett may be a man of God, but he absolutely loves Halloween and everything that comes with it. You can't help but admire the way he and Amy utilize the kitchen and all the baked goods they make and you are all more than content to curl up on the big sectional in your living room to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas, Corpse Bride, Casper or even The Goonies which is Amy's favorite.

Sebbie dahling, I know these aren't the smuttiest thoughts/thots in the world but I miss our dear preacher and was thinking about this all day at work (lol).

ohhhhhhh my love! 🥹 i love all of these scenarios/season descriptions so much! i like to think that in another universe, preacher rhett can be like this and he’s not a murderer 🤭 in all universes though, i’m always sure that all preacher rhett wants for you both is a home that you can both call your own and make incredibly special and sweet memories in, as you so perfectly described 🥹 thank you so much for these sweet thoughts my love! mwah! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #auroralightsthesky <33 #rhett abbott #preacher!rhett abbott

[bl-inkstone]

"there's things i want to say to you, but i'll just let you live. like if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did."

a thoughtspost about lisa reflecting on what it means to love and be loved by you.

lisa minci is the greatest mind of six generations combined.

she is the witch of the purple rose, the revered spantamad prodigy that even, until now, the akademiya still respects. she is an esteemed knight of the favonius order. a humble librarian. a good friend and mentor to anyone willing to ask. and, in the warm circle of your arms while you two lay in the bed you share, yours.

yours, as much as she can give you. as much as she's allowed, with the constant trickle of sand bearing down in the back of her mind. the nagging reminder of time and how little she has of it drags something acrid into her mouth as she wakes, like she always does, in the dead of night for no reason at all. lisa awakens with something sharp and bitter, like the tang of her stronger tea blends, in her chest and fights the urge to hiss at such a tired routine. her only solace now that she's conscious to suffer her insomnia is the vision you make beside her.

she looks down at you, tracing the curve of your face with sleepwarm eyes and quiet, searching hands. lithe fingers ghost over your skin like a crystalfly's kiss — light and airy and so, so delicate, as if she can't bear the thought of disturbing you. it's here in the hushed hour where lisa loathes and loves to wake up every night (to allow herself brief reprieve and a sliver of rage at her unfair fate; to allow herself reminders of softness and love so great it eases the storm in her heart).

when lisa thinks of love, she thinks of warmth. like the afternoon rays that wash over her when she goes to take her naps in the library. like the cups she gingerly holds when she needs something stronger than her usual blend and doesn't want to risk staining her pretty teacups with the tannin in her tea. like the flutter of gossamer wings in her stomach when you look her way and smile at her like you have the rest of forever to love her.

(it's unfair, she laments behind her soft, amiable smiles with a muted fury raging (always raging) in her chest. i can't love you enough, my dear. why is my forever not as long as yours?)

the chill of the night never fails to leave her shivering, and it is in those wicked, bitter moments that she curls herself closer to you. you're a beacon of warmth and peace to the witch that's been fighting against time since the day she got her vision. you're a place of rest, comfort, love. to lisa, you are home.

she wishes she could have your forever too. forever, to love and to hold you, like you promise her to always do. she wants to buy a house together — she doesn't want to live in the small apartment her job came with any longer than she has to. something with those charming redbrick walls you like pointing out to her when you stroll across the city together. a small garden for her herbs and some vegetables, and hanging planters to liven up the outside face. the living room would have two chairs and a sofa, a sturdy little coffee table, and the pretty rug she had bought two years ago in sumeru will finally have a use. a lived-in bedroom with too many pillows and blankets piled up like a nest in the center of your bed. a warm kitchen with something always cooking, baking, or brewing, and the scent of your life together would seep into every crack and crevice of the home you share. there would be all sorts of knick knacks in your home, and frames detailing some of the most precious moments of your relationship would line the walls. your first anniversary, for example. a particularly sentimental date. your first windblume festival as a couple, and (and, if she can dare to dream it) your kiss on your wedding day.

you'd be married, in her dream of forever. you're radiant in the glow of domestic life, and her heart no longer aches with the weight of an everpresent deadline behind her. instead, lisa's deadlines are gentle and pleasant things. don't be late to our anniversary, lisa! you'd call as you leave your house in the morning. don't slack off today, alright? i'm making your favorite! you'd smile. finish your work soon. be safe in your travels. tell me all about your adventures with the traveler.

come home soon, safe and sound, ok?

it really is unfair, she thinks, that she's fallen in love with you. it really is cruel, she weeps, that you've fallen in love with her.

the feel of your arms around her is a pain she clings onto with her entire being — the grand prodigy that she is is nothing compared to being yours. with her fate as doomed as it is, pride is inconsequential. if she only knew where and to who, she'd beg until her knees and throat were raw for more time, for an answer, for a chance at the forever you'd never know she can't walk with you.

her hourglass leaves her perpetually one, two, three steps behind you in the endless march of time. she can try all she likes (and by celestia she has tried) to catch up and walk with you step-for-step, but she's only mortal. there's only so much she can do. she's clever, but not clever enough. one, two, three steps behind you and everyone else she has ever loved — all lisa minci, the greatest mind of six generations, can do is watch.

loving and being loved. what a wicked, terrible, beautiful thing.

"lisa...? what's wrong? can't sleep again?"

"it's nothing, darling. go back to sleep. i'll follow right after."

[man this was a fight and a half to write. lisa is such an interesting character and although im not super confident that i wrote her well, im really proud of how this turned out! for all you lisa lovers out there, i hope you enjoy this <3]

#miyo.muses #lisa.togo #this started out as a yan post which turned into a fluff post which THEN turned into this #haha #im sorry i really wanted to write smth sweet for her #but this is what came out #dbhdjbfdejw this was so hard to finish oml #ms lisa u r so complex and tragic i love her sm ueueueueue #anyways i hope u guys enjoy!! #genshin impact #genshin lisa #lisa x reader #edit: i put it under a readmore bc after checking the wc this was almost 1k words hdfj sorry yall

[lnc2]

i know this won't sound like a revelation and i mean maybe it's not because of course i've known i've been living it but like

pet death is so fucking painful and real and constant

like losing rory was like losing a part of myself and even when i was at my worst (hospitalized) i still felt guilty for being so distraught and even though it's been nearly six years this december i'm still so easily triggered and can be set off if i'm not expecting certain reminders or anniversaries and like

yeah a bunch of other things happened around that time and the way it happened really cemented the Trauma and deeply embedded it into my body but i don't cry for my pets from childhood the way i do for rory

and i think about losing toby and i just... can't handle it?

and i've finally accepted or believe even though i've always Known it's because they're with me always. like your pets, especially the ones that are v present and interact w you in a v real way and are so smart and have their own personalities, they're yours, they're your kid, they're your best friend

i don't spend time with anyone the way i spend time w my dogs. i told/tell them everything, i schedule my days around them.

good morning toby, how's my boy, are you hungry, did you sleep well? i have a doctor's appt today, i'm anxious about this, can i have a hug? do you want to go to the park? let's watch a movie, i have to go out of town but i love you, are you feeling okay? do i need to take you to the vet? am i just being crazy? is this my trauma or my instincts telling me you're sick?

every year with him is one more year without her and one more year closer to being without him and just

i grieved rory the week she died before the accident even happened just sobbing like i'd lost her even though i had no reason to and didn't even know why i was crying and then i lost her bc no one believed me when i said she was sick and i didn't advocate or fight hard enough for her until it was too late.

so now toby slips when trying to jump on the sofa or sighs too much or his nose is runny or whatever and i'm on the verge of a panic attack and calling my mom to make sure i'm not being crazy before i schedule an emergency vet appt and just how do i know what's my trauma and what's my instincts? i don't know when to trust myself anymore all while knowing i can only trust myself.

i'm neurotic about his health, his environment, who he's with. if i can't have him in a place i can 100% control and guarantee is safe then i want him with people i know will take his safety as seriously as i do because they know if something happens to him i will lose it, catastrophically, wholly, entirely.

there are ways rory is still with me that are good and then there are ways that are very much... not.

idk if it's just because it was her and the how and when of it all but the end result was just complete and total devastation of my entire world. and i know it will be the same with him so even though he's happy and (hopefully please god hopefully) healthy i spend most of my time worrying that i'm not doing enough even though all he wants to do is to lay at my feet and play tug of war.

maybe it's bc i live alone, but idts i was crazy about her even when we lived w roommates, and i know i'd be the same with toby and i don't even know if i could trust someone to live with us anyways because would they see all the potential disasters as naturally as i do and make sure nothing happens? would they care like i do?

idk. rory's birthday was this past week and i was so exhausted from wedding stuff i don't think i was feeling any of it consciously but i'm feeling it tonight bc anniversaries are really hard even the happy ones, even so many years later.

everything with rory was a fight and a challenge (so so worth it, i've never connected w anyone spiritually like i did with that damn dog) and toby for all his size and sometimes annoyingness and for all that i resisted loving him the first year i had him is mostly so easy even when you think he shouldn't be. idk what it says about either of them but i think the universe sent him to me because they knew i needed a hardy dog, one that was sturdy even though he is a giant baby, and one that would take my anxiety and just let it roll off of him because everything after that left me so so fragile.

i'm sad she would have been eight. i'm said she never saw three. toby is five and will be six. numbers like these play through my head always. i've had him longer than i had her and yet and yet and yet

i keep telling myself i shouldn't still be crying this many years gone but it feels so new and so now whenever i think of her so i try not to think of her (my therapist says it's PTSD) but then i only remember the bad and not the many, many good.

it's okay i'm still sad, or something stronger than that. i love her and that's good and it's okay to cry. toby is taking care of me and i'm taking care of him and hopefully in many many many years they'll take care of each other.

i just needed to get this out, somewhere, i know it's disjointed and doesn't have a point but so are my feelings and i just wanted to acknowledge them even if it was only to myself

#not ml #tw pet loss #not toby just memories #and anniversaries even good ones are hard #now everyone knock on the nearest wood surface for me so i don't jinx anything #also why tf doesn't read more work the first time you enter it and you have to go back and edit a post?