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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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Father Figure (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer discusses daddy issues. His boss, who is also his girlfriend’s father, has a question. Request: Reader is hotch's daughter and after hotch learns that they are dating their interactions are kind of weird in a funny way Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Mild awkwardness Word Count: 900

MASTERLIST

The jet ride to a crime scene is rarely a pleasant experience. Each team member holds their folders filled with horrors, and they display an abject apathy. After all, they are quite familiar with the worst side of humanity. Some days, though, when the worst crimes are still hypothetical and the victims are alive, the team can maintain some semblance of their usual personality.

Spencer is usually the first one to share something interesting about the theoretical or identified unsub. This is because he has a broad knowledge on, well, most things, and he also manages to read through the stack of papers much quicker and with a greater detail than the others.

This day, however, Spencer is silent. And everyone knows why.

Because just one measly week ago, Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner found out that Spencer Reid was dating his daughter.

Beyond the initial, incredibly uncomfortable conversation, Hotch had barely spoken a word about it. A fool might think that meant he has no qualms with it, but Spencer knows him better than that.

No, it is infinitely more likely that Hotch is stewing in his rage about his daughter’s Freudian taste in men. Hotch is just too smart to strike without the possibility of maximal damage.

So, Spencer knows to keep his guard up.

But he never could keep a thought to himself, could he?

Derek lets out a deep breath with a soft whistle before he tosses his folder onto the desk beside him. As the others peek up at him, he shakes his head with an enthused but horrified expression.

“Talk about ‘daddy issues,’” Derek mutters.

The others smirk in response, but they say nothing else.

Until, inevitably, Spencer does.

“The correct term would be ‘father complex,’” he says with an attempt to sound disinterested in one of his favorite philosophers, “It was a shared theory between Freud and Jung, and it’s actually very interesting.”

No one says a word. Spencer does not notice the warnings flashing in their eyes because he is too afraid to accidentally look at Hotch.

They all know what’s coming.

He continues, anyway.

“While Freud was more interested in how men might become distrusting or intimidated by older male authorities, Jung extended his analysis to women with emotionally or physically absent fathers.”

Despite the roaring engines and the full cabin, the jet is silent. If Spencer had looked up then, he would have seen how everyone immediately glances over at Hotch.

Hotch, however, maintains his stoic stare. He is looking directly at Spencer, who is still staring at the document in the folder he has already read several times over.

“There’s a more contemporary term for the phenomenon that would probably be more fitting,” Spencer announces.

“Really?” Emily asks. The rhetorical question is dripping with sarcasm in a final attempt to stop him.

Spencer is so lost in thought at this point that he does not even notice. Instead, he marches on to his downfall.

“It’s called ‘Father hunger,’” he explains coolly, “and it explains the over-trust in authority figures and the search for an older man that reminds them of the father they never had.”

“Are you talking about yourself or my daughter?”

Every muscle in Spencer’s body seizes at the question. Quickly, he raises his head to find himself trapped in the paralyzing, disapproving stare of Aaron Hotchner.

“What?” he squeaks.

The man does not answer.

“N-No! No, I was just explaining the origins of the term,” he insists.

He tries—but fails—not to think about you. Just one remark, one casual reminder of your existence makes his skin ripple with goosebumps. Overcome with guilt—but never regret—his mind tugs forward every memory shared between the two of you.

The smell of your perfume, the softness of your lips, the comfort he finds in your arms.

His life is flashing before his eyes and every part of it looks like you.

He raises his hands in surrender before he sputters, “I would never—!”

“Reid,” your father commands.

Your boyfriend flinches.

“It’s a joke,” Hotch says just before he smiles.

Immediately, Spencer is surrounded by familiar smiles. He feels the visceral pain of a joke made at his expense while at the same time, he is cloaked with relief.

“Funny joke,” he says under his breath.

Hotch detects the sarcasm but decides to let it go.

He had won the exchange, after all.

Spencer also tries to let it go. Because if this was the height of Hotch’s rage over the ultimate violation of his home life, he’d basically gotten away with murder.

Still, he can’t shake the burning red blush. That and the trembling from the adrenaline felt almost permanent.

Just as the thought occurs to him, Derek takes a seat beside him.

He leans closer even as Spencer leans away.

Then, in the quietest whisper, he asks, “Which one of you does she call daddy?”

Yes, Spencer realizes. The blush is going to be permanent.

“Stop talking,” he orders with a startlingly amount of finality.

From across the table, Emily provides Derek with the audience he wanted. Her giggles alone assuage his desire to make Spencer’s day just a little bit more chaotic.

The two relent. Spencer is alone with his thoughts again, and he wonders whether he will ever feel at home in his new position.

But then he thinks of you, and he knows that he is exactly where he is meant to be.

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If you're looking for more to read, check out my full-length smut story "My Boss's Daughter," where Reader is Hotch's daughter that is in love with Spencer!

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inevesgf · 2 months

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PERFECT PAIR ⠀,⠀ arthurtv.

synopsis �� what it’s like dating arthurtv!

warnings: mentions of sex, gender neutral!reader.

authors note: went on a little roadtrip this weekend so i spent my time writing some highly requested headcanons for arthur! i have a lot of inspiration to write so hopefully this week i can push out two posts instead of the usual one. xx

• clingy boyfriend energy, but at its finest. just loves to be around you — especially in your arms. hence this, his love language is physical touch with quality time sprinkled in there.

• he loves to watch movies with you. will show you his favorite movies and make you pay attention to every little detail and explain when you miss important things, but you love it anyways.

• loves to take you out on date nights! arthur is one for little adventures so he prefers to do an escape room, go on a hike, etc than stay in or have a fancy dinner.

• is actually the type of person to message you “are you busy this weekend?” and when you say no, he sends you screenshots of plane or train tickets to a weekend getaway as a surprise.

• all about living in the moment — i feel like arthur definitely would take candid photos of you which his camera roll is FULL of. he cherishes these memories more than anything.

• and of course, in return, you also take plenty of a photos of him. i’m sure both of you have folders in your camera roll only dedicated to photos of each other.

• shared playlist that you both cherish soo dearly. definitely filled with songs by the 1975, hozier and lorde — he probably stole most of your music taste from this playlist.

• because of your similar music taste, he also likes to book spontaneous concert tickets once an artist you like is performing near you. he will dance and sing with you in the crowd like you two are the only people on earth.

• he’ll play the playlist loudly in the car with you and you both will sing aloud to every song at the top of your lungs.

• will definitely drive to the beach or stop driving when it’s raining just to crank up the radio and dance in the sand or in the rain with you.

• loves to be near you in anyway. is addicted to you sitting on his lap, minding your own business, while he edits or works on things he needs to.

• big spoon though he doesn’t mind being the little spoon when he hasn’t had the best day. but prefers you to lay your head on his chest and play with your hair.

• loves to hug your from behind while you’re preparing food, etc. he shoves his head into the crook of your neck and sways back and forth as he leaves little kisses on the back of your neck.

• pda does happen between you two, but it’s never anything excessive. arthur will hold your hand while you two are walking and snake his arm around your shoulder or waist when you two are standing around.

• pda does increase when he is drunk though. i imagine you having to pick him up after doing platform roulette with arthur and george — he’s just so exhausted that all he wants to do is lay on you and sleep and pepper your face in hundreds of kisses.

• i have a feeling arthur definitely caught feelings first. maybe you two had mutual friends and you’d see each other at get togethers and parties — everyone would try and convince him to say something but all he could do was look at you in awe because he was so nervous.

• big friends to lovers vibes where he becomes less shy overtime and finally starts to flirt with you — to the best of his ability that is.

• “you’re cute.” “what?” “i said you uhhh look like a fruit.” “that doesn’t make any sense…?”

• eventually, with the help of some liquid courage, he’d confess to you without directly saying that he fancies you.

• “that sounds like you’re flirting with me, mr tv.” “i have been for MONTHS now.” “well you’re not that good at it — but it worked.”

• your first kiss was definitely you trying to make him shut up by interrupting him with one. he would be absolutely shocked, but kisses back because it’s something he’s been wanting for awhile.

• all your friends joke that you wear the pants in the relationship even though you feel like it is mutually shared.

• in the bedroom though, that is, arthur usually likes you to be the more dominant one which you happily oblige too.

• he likes you on top of him, letting your fingers tangle in the back of his hair and pulling on it slightly.

• he allows you to leave hickeys on his neck and collarbones of which he doesn’t cover up. he doesn’t show them off, but likes having them on him as a token of your love.

• talks to his friends about you, especially when he’s drunk and extra in awe of you. he talks about how happy you make him and your little adventures that you go on — it’s sure to make george and chris a little jealous that he is so lucky to have someone like you.

• black cat boyfriend all the way. introverted and intuitive, but lets loose around you and his close friends.

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writingquestionsanswered · 1 year

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Do you have any advice for writing description if you don’t really have a “mind’s eye”? I really struggle because I have a really hard time thinking/imagining things visually. (I know visuals aren’t the only type of description you can include when writing, but I’d still like to improve at them.)

Three Quick Tips for Describing Visuals

Your character has just stepped into the throne room of a medieval castle. You have a vague mental image of what this castle and its throne room look like, but you have no idea how to go about describing it. So, what do you do? Here are three quick tips that will help you with your description:

1 - Gather Inspiration Images - Inspiration images are a great way to refine the picture in your mind's eye and keep details straight. Just go to your favorite search engine and plug in your keywords, then scroll through the results to find images that speak to you. Save them in a folder on your device so you can refer to them as needed. You may even want to create a "mood board" collage or a Pinterest board.

Example: "fantasy medieval throne room"

2 - Gather Your Vocab - Once you have your inspiration images in hand, you find it hard to put what you're seeing into words because you're missing the necessary vocabulary to describe what you're seeing. Fortunately, you can search for lists, diagrams, and labeled images that will tell you what things are called. If you need the door into the throne room, try looking up "door styles" or "types of doors." If you need to describe the throne, try looking up "chair styles" or "parts of a chair."

Example: "parts of a castle" & "parts of a throne" 3 - Gather Your Other Atmospheric and Sensory Details - Next, you want to consider the atmospheric and sensory details, then gather your words. What can the character see? (What color are the stone walls? Is the air hazy? Are there flickering candles in wrought iron torchieres?) What can they hear? (Are voices echoing through the cavernous hall? Is there lute music playing?) What can they smell? (Is there wood smoke from the torches on the walls? Is there the smell of roasted meat wafting from the kitchens?) What can they taste? (If they're nervous, do they taste bile in the back of their throat or salt from their sweat?) What can they feel? (Is the throne room warm from all the people? Cold because it's cavernous and stone?)

Example: "shades of the color gray" & "words to describe smells" Have fun with your story!

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propertyofushiwaka · 5 months

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Green Eyed Monster

Tags/Warnings: oral m!receiving, mild jealousy, mention of cuckholding

a/n: missing my man a little extra today :(

Nanami was never a jealous man. He wouldn’t dream of restricting someone else’s freedoms for his own discomfort. But after you? That patient, calm man that would shrug off interactions that were a little too touchy was gone. Obliterated like it never existed. How could he bear to share the person that matters most to him? It wasn’t purely a sexual jealousy either. Each laugh, smile and light touch was something he desperately wished was only for him. He never wanted you to look at anyone else with that mirth in your eyes. Yet as he watched you speak to the new intern at work (an entirely innocent interaction), he groaned at the all too familiar yet confusing response to his jealousy: he was getting hard.

You were completely unaware of Nanami’s issue despite dating for a year and a half. As he uncomfortably walked by you and the new hire, you smiled at him as he hurried by. Weird. Assuming it was a meeting, you paid no attention to his slightly odd behavior as an increasingly flustered Nanami made his way to the bathroom.

Locking himself in a stall, he sighed as he was finally able to breathe without his trigger looming over him. He palmed his erection and groaned again. Why did you always affect him like this? Did he have a desire to fuck you in front of the intern and show who you really belong to? Maybe, but he wasn’t a possessive man. Secret cuckholding fantasy? Well that’s a new thought. He stared as he grew even harder at the thought of either scenario. “Fuck.” He whispered. He had desperately wished he would simply soften and be able to go about his business but that seemed impossible now. He took out his phone and entered the locked folder the two of you shared. As he entered the pin, the photos unblurred and he gasped softly. While the photos were nothing new, it was mesmerizing each time. He unzipped his pants and freed himself, stroking the precum over the tip with his thumb. Turning his attention back to the phone, started flipping through the photos before he found one that stood out. His personal favorite, the one he took as he was pushed to the hilt in you. There you were before him, mouth open, face flushed, hair disheveled. Blooming bruises and hickeys all over your smooth skin. You looked utterly fucked out.

He began leaking more as he spread it over the head, hissing at the sensation. Why the fuck was he so sensitive? He kept scrolling down and panicked as a video played at full volume. He practically snapped the phone in half trying to get the volume down. Thank God no one else was in the bathroom. But the sound of your moans and the squelching as he pushed into you had him dizzy. He continued to stroke himself, shirt unbuttoned, bracing himself in the stall as he desperately tried to imagine his fist was your hole. He kept replaying the sound of your moans in his head as he stroked faster, nearing his release when his phone started ringing. It was you. Stifling a groan he finished into his hand and panting, answered it with the clean one. “Yes?”

“Nanami, where are you? The intern has to shadow me the whole day apparently and I already made lunch plans with you.” Your voice had a tinge of annoyance that only he could detect. Still trying to get his breath he responded. “Sure, I’ll be right there.”

Lunch was tolerable. You sat next to Nanami to his delight, and the intern was friendly enough. About five years younger than him but knowledgeable about business. He was doing well until you teasingly asked the intern about his type. Nanami choked on his drink. “Well,” the intern responded. “I’m into intelligent women I guess, and people who are patient.” Nanami knew it was an innocent comment, he really did. But in that moment, he wished he could bend you over that table and give the intern a crystal clear view of what you were really like.

“Nanami?” Your sweet voice jarred him from his thoughts. He looked up into your eyes and fuck. He needed you. “I’ll handle the bill.” He chokes out, reaching for his wallet. “Are you sure? Because I-“ You slide the bill towards Nanami and smile at the intern. “It’s alright. We’re your seniors so we’ll cover everything.” You look at Nanami and see his hands trembling as he pays and stands up to walk you and the intern out. He was in one of his moods and you felt electricity course through your body knowing that meant for you. Taking his hand you whispered “Let’s go.”

After escorting the intern to the his car and promising to meet him back at the office, you startle as Nanami pulls your ass against him in the parking garage, his voice raspy with want, “Please, let me have you.” No more words were exchanged. Nanami quickly led you back to his Benz which you had clowned him for buying so early into his career but were now especially appreciative for. As he fumbled with the key fob you unbuttoned the top two buttons of your blouse. Finally the familiar beep is heard and you are practically thrown inside by Nanami who subsequently locks the door behind him, the tint shielding bystanders from your activity. “Kento,” you pant, looking up at his eyes full of need. “What?” He mumbles before resuming leaving hickeys all over your chest. “We need to be back at the office in 20 minutes.” He pushed his face further into you and almost whined. “How am I supposed to focus?” He placed slow kisses on your breasts, trailing up to the column of your neck, allowing you to lean into the pleasure. You weren’t particularly motivated to go back to your desk either. You move to nibble on his ear, intoxicated by his cologne. The car is tight but he moves impossibly closer and you struggle to resist him. “Kento,” You managed to breathe out. “I’ll suck you off while you drive.”

Unsure of how it happened, you found yourself placed back in your seat and Nanami revving the engine, placing his hand over the back of your seat as he reverses. You catch his eyes for a split second and shit. He is not going to make this easy.

You make quick work of his pants, pulling down the zipper and noticing how hard he is. Stroking the tip, you smirk as he hisses. “You’re that sensitive for me already?” He grits his teeth and tries to focus on making his way to the ground floor. “Maybe I already came for you today.” You stare at him and for a moment he worries he’s made a mistake. That worry is quickly replaced by a sudden gasp and you wrap your lips around his tip. He struggles to keep his hips still and eyes on the road as your tongue lolls around the head, licking up the clear, salty pre he kept leaking.

Nanami’s eyes begin to glaze and he fights to keep his eyes from rolling back, opting to place one hand on your head and grip your hair. A man too proud to whimper or moan settling for gritted teeth and grunts. You’re determined to break his pride one way or another. Placing your hand around the base, you squeeze slightly, opting for a featherlight touch. He hisses, a good sign. You suck harder, moving your mouth slowly downwards, taking each inch of him at a time. You can’t see it but his eyes are glassy from the sensation. He could never let you see how undone he was so he made a right turn and accidentally hit a pothole, forcing his dick all the way in, gagging you in the process. So that’s how he wants to play this. You take your attention off his dick and opt to take his balls into his mouth and there it is. He whimpers, it’s brief and choked but you swore you heard it. So you suck harder, stroking his dick and pumping your hand at a gradually increasing pace. He growls and swears but no sign of that lighter, sweeter sound he had given only a moment ago. You’d have to try something else.

You stop touching him altogether and you watch him practically deflate as you wait at the stoplight. Touching his jaw you whisper in his ear “I will break you.” He shudders ever so slightly and oh if he only knew what was about to come. You take his tip in your mouth again, the warmth making him close his eyes before the car behind him honks and he’s jolted from the pleasure. The car goes through the intersection and you take him deeper. Sucking him up and down you place a hand on his thighs and brace yourself as his grip on your head tightens. He’s close, but you’ve barely heard him and you’re determined to fix it. You’re already pressing your nose to his thigh and he can go no deeper but you aren’t to be stopped so easily. Widening your jaw, you suck his balls into your mouth and swirl it with your tongue and there it is. The sound you had been craving. His voice breaks in his throat and the high pitched whimper is a stark contrast to his low, composed baritone. His hand moves to your throat and you feel his balls tighten. A few more breaking whimpers as he turns into the parking lot and you feel him twitch in your mouth. You attempt to mumble out his name and the vibrations of your voice send him over the edge. His voice breaks on a swear and your mouth is painted white, it overflows as you try to swallow it all down. It drips down your chin and onto his balls, which you make quick work of as he parks the car. You lick and suck him through his orgasm as he strokes your hair. Your tongue goes up and down his shaft removing any trace of indecency. Pulling off him with one final suck he pulls you to him and kisses you gently, breathing heavily. You might still be unaware of his jealousy issue, but it manages to work in his favor for now

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ms-demeanor · 6 months

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For the record: Large Bastard's surgeries all went well and the only time I ended up using one of his passwords and accessing his computer was to copy some photos onto a thumbdrive so that he could sort and edit them as a way of passing the time while we were waiting to see if he would get a match.

That was when I found out that one of my favorite photos of us, one from a random trip that we took when we were feeling a little stir crazy and that I use frequently to demonstrate the height difference between the two of us, had a sister photo.

I set up a timed selfie that I shared for years, and when he asked me for some photos I found out that he'd taken a picture of me setting the photo up and had saved it to his favorites folder. So I copied my photo into his folder, and his photo into mine, and now I've got this set of photos printed out and hanging over our fireplace.

And I love how much we still surprise each other; I know so much about him but there's always more to find out, little surprises like the duplicate photos are wonderful to uncover. I just wish it had taken something slightly less pressing than a heart transplant for us to share these photos with each other.

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legendofmorons · 5 months

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Smudged pages (Wild)

This is the 1st place prize from my 300 follower event. @daeyumi requested this one, and it took longer than I'd like, but I'm pleased with how it's turned out.

Pairing: Wild x reader

Rating: G

Summary: Wild loves when you draw- so he decides to leave you a little gift in your sketch book.

Warnings: None

Other: Wild is so sappy, y'all- if I missed anything, please let me know

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You are an artist - you carry a sketchbook around everywhere. It may be in your bag sometimes, but still.

You find it helps to be able to create art while struggling to stay above the water that is this hylia damned quest.

Between creating art and the lover you've found- you're handling things better than you thought you would be.

Wild has seen you draw before - you like to draw by the fire at night. You've even shown him things on occasion. The odd bird sketch or colored plant life. Or even just half finished lines that didn't quite work out.

He likes to sit beside you while you create - it always calms him a little.

The way your hands are often covered in smudged art supplies is more than endearing. He likes that there's proof of a hobby you enjoy so much. Wild likes to take your hands and trace them while he counts the smudges of charcoal or pencil or paint or whatever you've used this time.

If he has a few pictures of you with art supplies smudged on your forehead - well, that's really not really anyone's buissness. (He will, of course, delete them and stop taking pictures if you ask, he dosen’t want to make you uncomfortable.)

He definitely smiles when he sees that sight, though. Wild has always loved when you allow yourself to just exist.

He's continually amazed by your skill. He looks forward to when you share your art with him. It always takes his breath away.

(You take his breath away.)

So far, his favorite piece you've done was of Epona, with flowers in her mane and a water colore-esque background. It's beautiful, and when you'd shown it to him and Twilight, they had both loved it.

Wild has a picture of that one on his slate, saved to a special folder for your creations.

Other works of yours he has saved in that folder include a sketch of him cooking with fireflies around him, a river landscape, and a sketch of all of the boys and you. There are more, of course, but those are the ones he treasures the most.

Tonight finding you is pretty easy. You're all staying at an inn.

The others split into groups. Though they are all settled across the backyard of said inn, chatting happily amongst themselves.

He spots you talking to Time and Legend by the stairs.

Before he can walk over, he hears his name and stops.

"Hey, Wild?" Twilight asks as he walks over.

"Yes?"

"Do you have any more mushroom skewers? A kid was asking about them."

Wild snorts, resigning himself to helping Twilight entertain the kids.

He'll catch up with you later. You have all night.

This gives him more time to figure out what he can give you as a gift. He doesn't have a particular reason, but he wants to anyway.

He can always ask Sky and Time for advice - as long as he doesn't ask Wind.

The sailor is smart and kind - but the last time Wind gave relationship advice, it was clear that he was still a little young. (It wasn't bad advice perse but none of the others thought that 'shmoopie' was what they wanted to call a partner.)

Wild sets himself to the task of finding the mushroom skewers within his slate, careful to pick the ones that won't give a side effect if eaten.

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It's not until after the inn has provided dinner that Wild realizes he hasn't seen you in a while.

In fact, Wild hasn't seen you since you arrived at the inn, and neither have Hyrule or Sky when he asks them.

It's not exactly worrying, but he does find himself a little anxious. He knows this isn't your hyrule, and he's always worried you'll get left behind - which he knows is silly.

And he definitely trusts you- but anxiety has never cared about logic.

He takes a deep breath, reminding himself that not only are you more than capable of taking care of yourself - this seems to be a fairly peaceful time.

He relaxes a little, the reminder doing him a little good.

After looking around a little more, Wild finds you sitting on your own with your sketch pad.

You look fairly at peace, sitting on a large rock by the inn. The lowering sun shines across you in a flattering way.

Wild smiles softly when he sees you. He's very happy to see that you look so content. He has to resist the urge to snap a picture. (A habit he's picked up after losing his memories. He wants to have pictures of everything he cares about, so if he forgets, he dosen’t lose it all.)

Wild walks over to you and sits down beside you. He's just glad to be around his beloved partner.

"Hey Wild." You greet, looking up from your work with a smile.

"Hey, (Y/n)."

"It's a nice evening. It makes me jealous of your all's times." You say with a wry laugh.

"It's still odd to think you can't see the stars back home."

"Mh- I guess. It's always been that way, though." The shrug you give is nonchalant.

Wild gives you a surprised look, brows raising as he tries to imagine such a thing.

He can't. Your world sounds foreign and impossible to him. And yet- you exist as the pinnacle of your home.

He supposes he's glad that ypur home existed - as odd as ot seems to him because you would've exist without it.

Wild looks back to the sky - back to the stars.

"That sounds absurd." He says with a snort.

"It feels like that these days."

"Huh."

You look back to whatever you were working on and put a few more artistic strokes down.

"Do you think I'll ever learn all the strange constellations you have?"

Wild looks to you after you ask that, something warm swelling in his chest. "I can teach you."

"I'd like that."

The delighted look that crosses his face is definitely something to remember. It's amazing how easily he goes all smitten and fond around you.

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It's not until later that evening that Wild sees your unattended sketch book. And he has - an idea. One that he hopes will make you smile.

What if he puts something in your sketch book for you?

A doodle?

A note?

A portrait of how he sees you?

All three?

Maybe just the portrait and the note. Maybe if you see yourself through his eyes, you'll see why he's so fond of you.

Wild knows that you get self-conscious sometimes. He'd like to help.

His decision is made.

He thinks this is exactly the kind of give to leave you. Non pressuring and personal.

Wild picks up your art book and begins his work.

He takes a moment to try to picture what he wants to draw.

What angles? Should he include a background? Should it be flat or shoukd he add depths and shadows?

Once he knows what he wants to draw, he sets to work.

First, he starts with a light pencil sketch of you. First your head, then your neck and shoulders, then your features. He pays special attention to the skine in your eyes.

It takes him a while, but eventually, he finishes his work, erasing the guidelines and putting in shadows and highlights.

He writes his note, and then he closes the sketchbook.

He will wait until you find it.

He silently hopes he can see your face when you do, though. He also hopes that it makes you smile. He does love your smile.

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You are taking a break by a creek, a little ways from the others when you find the two pages Wild left something for you.

The first is a picture of you - all done in pencil, and yet there's no lack of detail.

You can tell that every line, smudge, and stray erased part is full of love and until fondness.

You are posed in a three-quarters view, laughing as your eyes look straight to the viewer of the art.

The background is filled with your favorite flowers, all carefully done.

It's like looking at yourself through a softened lense. Your eyes seem brighter, and your laugh is more genuine.

It's unbearably soft.

The shadows are carefully done, and

You know, without asking or even looking at the note that this is Wild's work.

You wish you weren't so touched by how he's chosen to portray you. Not because it dosen’t matter but so you could better find words to express the feeling.

Then you look to the note.

'(Y/n),

I don't think I've told you how much I love your art. Not enough, at least.

I'm not sure that I can ever tell you how much both you and your art mean to me. I don't know how you feel about it, but I've always seen your art as an extension of you.

You made it after all.

Your art is so amazing. I'm always excited when you let me see what you've made.

I hope you can see yourself through my eyes now. And I hope this isn't rude to do- but I wanted to do this.

I wanted you to know how much you matter to me. I'm so thankful to have you in my life.

I wish we could have met a more natural way- but I'd fight the shadow the rest of my life if it meant I get to have you in said life.

I will treasure every single picture of you I have. You're so stunning - it takes my breath away every time I see you smile.

I appreciate that you go out of your way to make things easier for all of us.

I appreciate it when you stay up on watch with me even though you don't have to.

I hope you know how much it means to me that you treat me like a person outside of being a hero. Thank you.

I am going to keep trying every day to make sure you know how wonderful you are.

And I hope you know that I love you for you, not for what you do.

I love your sense of humor, your smile, and the way you interact with others.

You're my safe place - if that makes sense? I hope it does.

Anyway, I know this is probably silly, but I thought it might make you smile.

Love, Wild.'

Oh- that's really sweet! You need to find him and thank him and maybe kiss him just a little. (Maybe more.)

You can't ignore the way your chest warms, and your adoration flutters like a butterfly.

This is truly lovely - you've never had someone do this for you before. But it's super sweet, and you are head over heels all over again.

(Maybe ass over tea kettle is a better descriptor if we're going to be honest. But that's just between you and Hylia.)

You close the sketchbook carefully before moving to find Wild.

Finding the man is easy enough - he's cooking lunch.

You walk over to Wild, and the sketchbook is still in hand.

"Hey, firefly." Wild smiles at you, stirring the stew before him. He seems to be at ease for the most part.

"I saw the note and picture you left me."

You watch his reaction - his ears flush a little, and he looks a little like a deer in headlights.

But he relaxes enough to say, "Oh! I hope you liked it! I hope it wasn't too weird..."

"I loved it - it's one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me!"

You pull him into a hug, beaming at him.

You can't find the words you want, but you really hope Wild can tell just how much you love his little gift.

You'll hold onto it forever - you should get it framed when this is all over. That's a good idea.

"I'm glad you liked it. I'm not that great at art -"

"You're amazing at art. What are you talking about?"

"Purah and Zelda are better than me. I'm not the best. But I get by. I don't think I'm awful." Wild explains with a shrug.

"You're amazing at it."

Wild laughs, shaking his head a little. But he dosen’t defelct, instead he just says, "Thank you, (Y/n). I appreciate that."

"I mean it."

"I know."

Wild, let's the spoot rest on the pot, turning to fully face you. He's so thankful you're in his life. And he's so glad you liked his surprise.

"After dinner, we can work on those constellations." You say as you smile at him.

"That sounds nice." He smiles.

"So... could I ask you to draw me again later? I ... have never seen myself the way you made me look."

Wild softens more, which seems impossible until it happens.

And everything is - well maybe it isn't perfect but it's very nice.

#lu #linkeduniverse #misty writes #linked universe x reader #lu wild #lu wild x reader

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opossumloverr · 10 months

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✪ RAPHAEL HAMATO DATING HEADCANONS ✪

Summary:

Just some silly lil headcanons to start of the summa❗️🫶🏾

Warning(s):

None! all fluff up in here

A/N:

OKAY GUYS ITS SUMMER VAYCAY, IM BACK AND HAVE NOTHING TO DO FOR 75 DAYS, IM A FREE MAN, SO LET'S START IT OFF WITH MY FAVORITE BOY (Gender-neutral reader!)

I would like to start by saying this man loves you very much and would drop almost anything for you

You need help with a school project? Big red is on his way, you don't know what shoes will match the outfit you picked, oh what a coincidence! he just so happens to have a matching pair of shoes that fits you perfectly, you just want cuddles? lock and loaded baby, come at him

I think I can speak for everyone when I say we all need a Raph in our lives

He protects you from his brother's teasing, even if it's just playing or goofing, he is NOT taking any chances.

He loves to scoop you up randomly, you'll get used to it don't worry

Very cautious when picking you up though, doesn't want his spikes to hurt you, he will feel mad guilty if he was the one who caused you even a little bit of pain, even if it wasn't attentional (please comfort the man)

Appreciates the little moments he shares with you, oh my gosh I actually have the perfect scenario, just imagine...

After a long day full of fun cahoots and mysterious adventures, you two finally decided to go home, you usually go your separate ways after a day like this one, but it was rather late at night, and New York lets the creeps roam at this time, so he offered to ride the subway train with you, even though you were a bit hesitant but agreed cause there's no way your gonna allow yourself to get mugged in the middle of the night and like I said it was late at night so the subway cart that you guys were on was empty, he did wear a Hoodie and mask, just in case, the ride was silent, no noises but the constant screeching of the train tracks, but other than that it was just comfortable silence, Raph was lost in his thoughts, thinking about how the next day will be and how it will end, will it be a good or bad day? or something in the middle; what's the meaning of life? and what happens after death? Where does your soul go to, to heaven? or is it just pitch black forever, will today be his last day-- suddenly, he felt a lightweight on his shoulder, the thoughts that were coming in like a rapid wave started to smooth down to a calm stream of water, he glanced down at your sleeping figure, apparently you thought it was a perfect time to take a quick power nap, how cute! he coos softly at you, loving how you're so comfortable and calm around him. god, he loves you so much ♡,

"I promise I will always be here when you need me, you're my everything, sweetie"

Sorry guys I just felt a little kooky at the moment

If you like to play fight he's totally down, doesn't fight too hard obviously, and lets you win all the time, what a gentleman

He'll hold doors open for you, push your seat out, and then push it back in, hell, he would even do that thing where a guy puts his coat on a puddle so the lady could walk through it even though she's fully capable of walking around it

Takes so many pics of you and him at places, and has a particular folder on his phone with pictures of you guys

When it's family game night or movie night, he always invites you, you are practically a part of the family so why not? (The others don't mind)

It's so common to find you in the lair with how much you go down there on a daily basis

Yall have to do lovely dovey things in a private area cause of his brothers (mostly Leo, his bitchass) constantly changing the mood

Likes it when you watch him workout, it motivates him so much, sometimes he uses you as a weight

Loves to give you piggyback rides for some reason

He likes pickles, LISTEN LISTEN, if you don't like pickles in your burger you'll pick them out and give it to him cause you know he loves em (THE OLIVE THEORY ♡)

I GOT SOO MUCH MORE BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH I LOBE HIM BUT ILL KEEP IT INSIDE, FOR NOW, CAUSE ITS 5:08 AM RN 💀 sorry for being dead for 5 months, AGIAN, but imma be back on my grind now 🙏🏾 and I'll try to complete all of my 15 drafts 😓 and if you see any grammar mistakes, no you didn't.

#rottmnt #x reader #raphael rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt x reader

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gunnerfc · 1 month

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Ashley Sanchez NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

AN: she's my pookie so shoutout to whoever requested her for this 🧎🏻

A: Aftercare

Ashley is so sweet after sex, she’ll help you get clean and get you water as you catch your breath and will tell you how much she loves you

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Ashley’s favorite body part is her fingers, for the obvious reason but she just loves how easy it is to make you cum

Her favorite body part of yours is your waist/hips, she loves trailing kisses along your hips right before she goes down on you and she loves holding your hips as she eats you out, giving you small squeezes as she moans against you

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

She’ll have you lick one of her fingers clean and then she’ll do the same to her other finger after she gets done making you cum while maintaining strong eye contact with you the entire time

D: Dirty Secret

Ashley has a private folder in her camera roll that has pictures and videos of the two of you during sex that she looks at/plays when she’s feeling needy while you two are apart

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?)

She is experienced but most of her experiences were her being more submissive but with you, she’s more dominant and it was a bit of a learning experience, but she’s a quick learner

F: Favorite Position

Loves having you sit on her face

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Ashley can be really giggly sometimes but she’s more serious as the night goes on

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Sex with her is so intimate

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC)

She does it often when you aren’t together and she always sends you dirty texts after or during

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink, she loves telling you how good you’ve been but she also loves hearing you tell her how good she’s making you feel and she’s the only one who can make you feel like that

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Your shared apartment mainly but she’s not opposed to a quick fuck in a club or airplane bathroom

M: Motivation (What turns them on?)

Having you leave kisses along her neck or jaw will never fail to turn her on and she always has to stop what she’s doing to make out with you which always leads to more

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She doesn’t like you or herself being restrained because she loves having her hands on you and feeling your hands on her, holding on to her as she fucks you

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

She loves both pretty equally but will go down on you more

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?)

Slow and sensual 9 times out of 10, sometimes when she’s feeling a bit jealous, sex is a bit rougher

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies)

Loves them, and she’s gonna take any opportunity to make you cum regardless of where you two are

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting)

She is! You two always talk about different things you would willing to try in the bedroom and when you both agree on something, you try it at least once

S: Stamina (How many rounds)

You two can go for a few rounds, they are usually on the longer side because she likes to prolong your orgasms

T: Toys

Ashley uses a strap here and there as well as a vibrator but she does prefer to make you cum with her fingers or her mouth

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

You both tease each other so much outside the bedroom but inside the bedroom, she teases you way more

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make)

She’s loud, even if she’s the one fucking you, she’s still loud

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

The first time you two had sex in a club bathroom, you thought you were going to be caught because you were both being super loud but thankfully the loud music helped drown out the sounds you two were making

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It leans more to the higher side but you two don’t spend all your free time having sex even though she wouldn’t mind if you did

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She falls asleep pretty quickly after sex

#woso x reader #uswnt x reader #ashley sanchez #ashley sanchez x reader

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formosusiniquis · 1 year

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In a turn of events surprising exactly no one among the group, it's Dustin's who starts the whole thing. He calls a formal party meeting, and an hour after the message goes out over the walkie Steve has a living room full of anxious freshman and Eddie Munson -- and him and Robin who are mostly there because the meeting had to be held at Steve's house for some reason.

Dustin's sense of dramatics have come to rival Eddie's, and he waits until they're all seated before he even bothers coming out from where he hid himself with a manilla folder under one arm and the only white sheet in Steve's house, that had definitely come from off of his parent's bed, under the other. He doesn't say a word as he throws the sheet over the entertainment center and comes back again wheeling in an overhead projector. Steve can still faintly make out O'Donnell written on the side. "I'm sure you're wondering why I've gathered you all here today," Dustin punctuated his sentence with the heavy click of the projector being switched on.

The fan doesn't drown out the screaming from the crowd.

"You made it sound like an emergency."

"How did you get that here?"

"How did you get it at all?"

"Please," Dustin interrupts, "save all questions for the end." From his manilla folder he slaps a pre-written laminate down on the light table. Projecting, enlarged for everyone to see, 'Why Lucien is secretly the big bad of the whole campaign: a presentation by Dustin Henderson."

"This is the lamest reason for petty theft ever." Eddie gripes. Clearly more upset than Henderson had actually figured the plot twist out, Steve remembers how proud of himself he'd been when he talked himself through it weeks ago.

"Did you help him do this?" Steve asks, afraid of the answer.

"Obviously not, why would I spoil my own-"

"The projector, Eddie."

"I mean barely, I was more of a getaway driver. Really, if she wanted to keep her projector she shouldn't have moved it out into the hallway so they could wax the floors. I didn't know he was going to use it for evil."

Henderson clears his throat, a disgusting phlegmy hem-hem, "If you're going to talk through the presentation, you'll be asked to leave."

The attitude on the kid, really.

It becomes a thing after that. Steve already has the projector, it's not like he can bring it back to the highschool. What would he even say, 'Sorry about the confusion, my overhead projector looks just like this one.' When there's nothing good at Family Video to rent or it's raining too hard to use the pool, they'll all go to different corners of the house with a stack of ten laminate sheets, a wet erase marker, and a vague theme. Then they come back and share what they've come up with.

The group is incapable of not instigating some kind of competition, at the end of the night they'd fight and argue over whose presentation was best. Steve participated half the time, but more often than not let himself be talked into playing referee to make sure no one's feelings got too hurt. On those nights he'd add onto Robin's. His favorite: why star trek is better than star wars (with footnotes from Steve)

It's at least twice as gay, kirk and spock are basically alien married and uhura definitely had a thing for spock's wife. All star wars has is the robots and they're barely main characters.

Steve note: Spock's half-vulcan status can be looked at the same as being bi or genderqueer, not feeling like you belong right in either half of your identity cause you aren't enough of one or the other -- Luke is just a twink with a nice wardrobe.

The Party could argue about anything, but Steve wasn't exactly surprised when the young adults got in on the fun too. The projector didn't usually come out until they were all drunk or stoned enough to admit that they had been waiting all night to make their presentations. Unlike the kids who mostly treat the games like debate team: who's the most powerful fictional character, what's the best PC class, what character from star wars would survive the Upside Down (he thought Erica's presentation: why the my little ponies could take down tiamat but wouldn't because they're too civilized, was especially inspired). The older teens treated it more like an amped up game of truth or dare, making up things that someone else in the group should have to do and encouraging the rest of the group to join in too.

They started the night off with Argyle's "Why Steve should give me his secret brownie recipe" which turned out to be mostly about how good they would taste as weed brownies and Eddie and Jon were quick to join his side.

They go around like that advocating for bad decisions like consequences don't exist, like they could be kids again. Robin thinks they should get tattoos, Steve is easily swayed. Jon proposes a road trip back to California. Nancy says they should all move to Boston with her. Eddie thinks the core four should start a band. Steve waits for his turn.

Steve has had his pages written and waiting for days. He knows exactly how long it takes his friends every time they meet to get wasted enough to give in to the temptation to wheel out his contraband projector. Once Robin is finished shouting at Eddie about how they're the only ones with any musical gifts he takes his turn.

"Why Eddie Munson should go out with me: a presentation by Steve Harrington."

#steddie #at the end but it was the foundation on which the rest of this was built #stranger things #stranger things fic #my fic #i saw a picture of one of the old overhead projectors and had a visceral flashback to my school years #they were being phased out but my 8th grade math teacher insisted on keeping his til he retired #honestly superior to the smart board #core memory drawing on the one in my moms classroom as a kid #hands stained by wet erase expo markers #anyway if theres a will theres a way and the party would eat up those ppt presentation nights

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lattenha · 1 year

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stressed out! — ATEEZ

how do the members react when you’re stressed about school? ft. non-idol!ateez x gn!reader

a/n: originally wrote this a while back ago and decided to revamp my writing a bit to publish it. this was the result of such! enjoy <3

hongjoong

“i’ll finish up soon and join you in bed after i’m done.”

was what you said 2 hours ago over text to your boyfriend. the digital clock being the only source of light in the darkened bedroom now reads 12am. hongjoong spent those past two hours on his phone mindlessly scrolling through tiktok, occasionally laughing aloud to himself and sending posts that he felt was worth sharing with you; some which resonated with your relationship while most of them were for shits and giggles.

when he turned around in bed to find a more comfortable position to lay on his right side, the blonde finally came to the realization that something– someone– was still missing and had yet to fulfill their promise.

hongjoong tossed the covers off of him, despite wanting to continue to lay in bed, and wandered down the hallway of his apartment. the lights in above the dining table dimly lit the rest of the house.

as he turned the corner in search of his partner he found your figure hunched over with your head in your heads. when the taller approached you from behind he noticed that your school textbook was sprawled opened along with pens, highlighters, and stray folder papers that were scratched up with notes that he wouldn't understand to his knowledge.

hongjoong looked over your shoulder and observed that there were wet stains on your papers coming from none other than your own tears. your boyfriend frowned, upset with himself for how unaware he was with the fact that you were overwhelmed with school work. he scooped you up into his arms and engulfed you in one of his warm hugs that always felt like home to you. hongjoong stroked your hair as you buried your face into his chest trying so hard to hold yourself back from breaking down.

“let’s go to sleep, babe.... you need to rest and take care of yourself.”

seonghwa

“argh this is so fucking annoying!”

your complaining and excessive cursing meeting no end any time soon. in fact it started ever since you began your assignment and won't stop as long as you continue to struggle to do your work.

it was the weekend and what better way than to spend both saturday and sunday studying and doing assignments which are all due at the same time. to be fair you usually like to pace yourself and get things done ahead of time, but your hectic schedule has been biting you in the ass recently that it makes it almost impossible to pay attention to your homework. hence, why you're now stuck doing just that by sacrificing your free time for school.

seonghwa left home not too long ago to run a few errands leaving you by yourself and the freedom to explicitly express your current mental state. part of you wondered what kept him out so late (in actuality it's only been 30 minutes) while the other half of you was internally screaming about price variances in economics of accounting.

another 30 minutes rolled by, you were so engrossed with your laptop in front of you and the ‘tac-tac-ing’ sound of the keys under your fingers that you tuned out any outside distractions and noise. because of this you hardly noticed the beeping of the apartment’s keypad along with the following ‘click!’ sound from the doorknob being fumbled up.

seonghwa walked in with a plastic bag filled with your favorite junk foods from the convenience store, an already eaten melona bar stick dangling between his lips. he rounded the corner to your room, forcing your laptop to close in on itself as he placed the bag of snacks on top of it, pulling your attention to him and out of a trance from working. “take a break from swearing so much and eat this. you’ve had a rough weekend so far.” he grinned lovingly and kissed the top of your head.

yunho

it was yours and yunho's special 3 year anniversary mark, to which your golden retriever boyfriend had the perfect date night planned ahead of you guys.

first, a grand bouquet of your favorite flowers to greet you with and a small card that read a poem he wrote by himself (including hongjoong's lyrical experience for aid). second, surprise dinner at a luxurious sushi restaurant you've only once told him about but dismissed the thought of attempting to make reservations for because you deemed it was too expensive. it already had a four star rating– you'd be spending your rent on an exquisite japanese cuisine experience. third, a nice walk along han river; basic and every couple's go-to, but a korean classic among couples that never grows old no matter how many times you visit the area.

finally, to end things off he'd bring you back home for a rose petal bath with scented candles and steamy, hot s–

"i'm really sorry babe, but my paper is due tonight and i haven't met the page count yet..." a deep frown tugged at the corner of your lips, you feel awful being the reason you won't be able to celebrate a milestone of your relationship on the day of.

yunho's face softens upon seeing your glossy eyes. he's known that in these past couple of weeks you've been overwhelmed and increasingly burnt out from school, no free time to yourself, no days off, constantly doing homework or attending to other school related matters. so instead of his extravagant date night yunho think it'd be better if he stays by your side to help get you through your 10 page essay. safe to say, you finished with an hour to spare and the two of you used it to your hearts content.

yeosang

usually you and yeosang like to start the day by exchanging greetings. whether it's a "hi babe" or "good morning" (even if it's past a.m), it's an unspoken routine that both of you have gotten used to in your relationship.

however, today was a rare occasion when it did not happen. yeosang isn't one to panic unless he really needs to. he initially thought to himself that you were still sleeping in [extremely] later than most moments. but when the time on his phone struck 4 p.m, he began to worry.

you weren’t replying to any of his texts nor returning his missed calls, and anxiety began to chew away at his imagination. the group was preparing for their next comeback and throughout the entirety of dance practice yeosang would stumble, miss a beat; be off count by a nanosecond, or forget what step was next. luckily his teammates were patient with him, all of whom shared looks with each other as if something was off.

during their ten minute break the other members grouped up and agreed it was odd and unusual behavior coming from yeosang. they knew he’d never do such things on purpose but it was evident that his mind stray elsewhere, that something was bugging him. yeosang was excused to go home early with the assistance of his members covering for him by informing the manager that he was ‘sick’ and ‘felt dizzy.’

when yeosang managed to reach your place he fumbled with the spare key in his hand to get the front door to unlock as fast as he could. when he finally managed to push it open he searched the apartment in hopes to find you. the journey didn't last long because to his dismay he found you on the couch, laptop dead, notes scattered on the coffee table, along with your glasses merely falling off the bridge of your nose.

yeosang let out a sigh of relief and brought you to your shared bedroom, tucking you in and fluffing the pillow for your full comfort. “you really need to stop pulling all nighters.”

san

being best friends who live in walking distance to each other? yay! being best friends who go to different schools? not so yay. the complete opposite of yay.

you got lucky meeting san and quickly becoming good friends through middle school all the way up to today. you've always adorned the fact that you get to share half of your life with someone as significant as him. especially through hardships.

the school year just started and you're two months in to the semester, but with both of your schedule’s keeping the two of you apart it was difficult to arrange plans in order to meet up with each other. your only free time this week just so happened to be today and as much as you wanted to go out to eat lunch with your best friend, you were caught up in your apartment handling your own matters.

days of procrastination has caught up to bite you in the ass, and you swore to yourself for not taking your education seriously by allowing yourself to develop such lousy behavior as a student. you groaned and threw your head back, hitting it against the frame of the chair, whining in pain, and rubbing at the sore spot. which only added more to the built up frustration inside of you because you chose to wait last minute to do your assignment. you stared at your laptop, already feeling another eye strain of a headache creep along.

the sound of a knock at your door had you silently thanking whoever it could be on the other side, giving you the perfect excuse to take a break from your homework so you can tend to a guest. you stood up from your desk and checked the peephole before opening the door.

“choi san, what on earth are you doing here?” he brushed past you and entered your flat without an answer, clasping his hands together as if he were anticipating something.

“okay, now, what homework do you need help with? let’s get it finished so i can spend time with the best person in the whole wide world.”

mingi

“ugh! this is so annoying mingi, i don’t get it at all!” you whined, pouting your lips, you sunk into your seat, flinging your pencil onto the table and watching it ricochet off the surface. the writing apparatus fell onto the ground with a soft clatter. luckily no one else in the library seemed to mind your behavior, with the exception of the tall male sitting across of you.

mingi rolled his eyes and let out an exhausted sigh. you had an upcoming test for one of your more challenging classes and the past three chapters were specifically hard to comprehend.

it doesn't help when your professor speaks in monotone, bores you to sleep during lecture, and that his only solution to every question a student asks is to "refer to the textbook of the chapter." you being one of those students. you've reached out to your teaching assistant but you couldn't handle the awkwardness of being the only person who seemed to be struggling, so you pulled mingi along with you to (try) and teach the material to yourself.

if you were bound to suffer why not have someone join you throughout that suffering?

mingi has been patient with you, for the most part, trying to teach you what he could understand from the text despite not ever taking this class before. thank god he doesn't need to, seeing the way you can't even manage.

“you really weren’t kidding when you said you’re stupid.” he clicked his tongue.

you shot up in your awfully stiff chair and whacked his bicep. “do you wanna die? i need your help can you just be a supportive friend instead of insulting me?” you crossed your arms and made a face at him. mingi chuckled playfully and stood up from his seat, stretching his arms while yawning.

“let’s just take a break for now and get some ice cream. my treat.” he simply said, while packing up his things and stuffing them in his backpack before walking off without you.

“w-wait!” you gathered your belongings in a hurry and rushed after him to catch up to his side. curse his long strides and incredibly tall figure. you linked your arm with mingi's and continued to walk out the library; unaccomplished but at least you get to eat ice cream.

wooyoung

if there's one thing you hate more than people, it's group projects. working with others. especially when it's school related. okay– maybe you're being a little dramatic. it's not that you hate people or collaborating with others, you hate the idea that they won't put in the same effort to get their end of the job done.

because that's exactly what's happening to you right now.

it's a small project, nothing too rigorous nor extremely daunting to work through, but for some reason your group mates must think otherwise. times like this are when you decide to step up by being the unassigned leader and reaching out to your team in the group chat to remind them to do their part of the project. it's simple, really. just research the section you chose and create a powerpoint slide according to your findings.

a frustrated sigh slips past your lips, fingers running through your hair in agitation.

"what's up babe?" your boyfriend slides into bed next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder. you feel yourself relax, grateful to have someone like wooyoung to ease your tension.

"just... my annoying group not contributing to the project." wooyoung made a face, already sharing the same irritation as you just by that sentence.

"i'll give them a piece of my mind if they don't start doing their part of the work!" you laugh at your boyfriend's attempt to lift your spirits up; and it works. "i might not be much of help, but is there anything i can do?" wooyoung leans over to read the content displayed on your laptop, most of the words going over his head. it's quite apparent on his face the way his eyebrows knit together in confusion about your project. to be honest, none of it really makes sense to you either, but sometimes college is all about faking it till you make it; at least that's one thing you've learned.

you giggle and reassure him that you'll be fine, as much as you appreciate his efforts to lessen your stress, this is something you'll eventually get over in the end.

jongho

being a broke college student and part-time employee doesn't seem to mix well during troubling, desperate times. for the past week you’ve been closing up shop at the local cafe you work at nearest to your apartment, and staying up late to finish assignments or study for upcoming exams.

no one really knew that you'd extend your stay at work and keep to yourself in the corner at a table, until one late evening a fellow coworker of yours just so happened to pass by the cafe. alarmed that the lights were still on, they were ready to send a lengthy text in the employee group chat about preserving energy because of the electricity bill. but to their surprise when they saw you knocked out with your cheek pressed against the pages of your textbook, they sighed in relief that no one left the lights on accidentally and that it was just you.

they woke you up gently and sent you home, promising that they'll lock up the cafe after you. after that incident, word had gotten around that you've been spending over-time after your shifts, juggling school and work all at once.

it was thirty minutes past eleven and everyone had left to go home, bidding their goodbyes and expressing their sorrow they felt for you. you let out a shaky sigh and sat behind the counter to resume your essay… an hour passed and you decided to finally call it a night. you hung up your apron in the employee’s room on the hook, stored your supplies in your bag, and double-checked that all things were in place.

the jingling of the small bell tied to the door’s handle rung and you froze in your tracks. grabbing the nearest item you could use as a weapon, you held it out in front of you, fearful of who it may be at this ungodly hour.

“AH!” you screamed flailing the coffee decanter in the air.

“WOAH WOAH, Y/N STOP IT’S ME, JONGHO!” the said male yelled, backing up into the door and raising his hands in front of his face.

“j-jongho?” you cleared your throat and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “what- what are you doing here?” you asked.

“i was gonna check up on you because you weren't answering your texts, so i came down here to see you for myself.”

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pittdpeaches · 1 year

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So I shared this story on Twitter and I figure I should share it on tumblr too

Back in late January, when I got my first piece of fanart, I was so incredibly grateful and sentimental about it that I went to my university library, printed it out, and put it up on my bulletin board.

A little while later, I got another piece of fanart and being all giddy and excited I put that on the bulletin board too.

So as time goes on and I slowly add on to the bulletin board of fanart, in the back of my head I start wondering about what I’d do if I somehow get more art than I have space for.

But this isn’t really a thought I give a lot of serious time to. Because that’s WILD, right? There’s NO WAY people would make THAT MUCH ART over my silly little lego fanfics. So I just kind of laugh the thought off.

Cut to February and uh.

I run out of space on the bulletin board.

Now I got some pretty reasonable advice for what I should do about this absolutely wild situation I’m in, including

- make a digital scrapbook

-put your favorites on the board and the rest in a folder

-only print out art you go *really* feral for

-stop printing out fanart maybe

But here’s the thing. I am disgustingly sappy and very thankful about every bit of support I get for my work. And more importantly, I’m a fucking idiot.

So what I do instead is spend 25 dollars on a fuckin photo album to shove all my fanart into.

So now every other week or so I waddle over to the university library and spend what little printer money the school gives us each semester to print out spicynoodles fanart and Scrapbook Away

This is something I’m a little embarrassed to share ngl. But it’s also a part of my life that I’m always really grateful for, and it’s also a bit of a silly situation I’ve wandered into, so I thought it would be fun to share.

In conclusion if you send me fanart it goes Straight In The Book complete with whatever handle you sent it under. If this photo album somehow runs out of room I will explode.

#art #drawing #lmk spicynoodles #fanfic fanart #story time

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lino-nyangi · 1 year

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𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 | 𝖫𝖬H

genre: fluff ♡

wc: 3.2k

warnings: office work setting, kind of unhealthy work habits? workaholic tings, minho and reader are in their mid-twenties, coworkers to lovers, f!reader, food, just disgusting fluff, kinda corny but i'm making it my brand.

additional context: in Korea, there is a popular superstition that if you witness the first snowfall with the person you like, you'll be together for a lifetime. a lot of people also like to take this opportunity to confess to their crush, as it is believed that true love will blossom between the two.

btw also this takes place near cheonggyecheon stream in Seoul (see 3rd picture). something about this place inspired me to write this, alongside with this prompt.

reblogs are very appreciated! ♡

you're putting away the folders you just got done with for the day when you hear Manager Lee's breathy giggle tuning in closer to the main area, chatting lightly with one of your male coworkers before the latter bids him goodbye and takes off for the day. you smile to yourself at the sight, he's always been so friendly and approachable. Manager Lee may be your higher up but he really never took himself too seriously in terms of relationships within the office, being the youngest employee to snatch such a high grade position in the company.

though he was pretty tight when it came to deadlines and work related business. he was a workaholic himself and made sure everything was perfect and in time. of course, not everyone was a fan of the uptight side of Manager Lee, after all, not everyone could keep up with his insane pace and all the work he wanted to do way beforehand "in case something comes up".

so he inevitably had favorites, ones that did indulge him and his antics, and you were one of them. you shared the same views as Manager Lee when it came to getting work done, not on time, but a bit before. because again, "just in case something comes up." and changes have to be applied. you still remember the look of horror on your coworker's face when you mentioned the same reason, telling you you're slowly morphing into Manager Lee 2.0.

but the reality was that you just liked working with him in general, he was pretty chill and never the type to overwork you, contrary to popular belief. if anything, he did more work than he assigned you to. he just enjoyed having someone with the same enthusiasm as him in the office, and so did you.

another reason you didn't mind -basically- being Manager Lee's right hand, is because you were practically head over heels for this man. from his insane visuals to his charming personality and his dedication to his job, there was really nothing about him you didn't like.

you weren't the only though, he was definitely one to steal the scene and a lot of people at your workplace have tried to flirt with him already. but most of them just give up when they see he's really got nothing in that head of his except for work, work, and more work. they try to get closer to him by having lunch together and he can't seem to shut up about the recent sales statistics he received from the finance department.

you on the other hand, were aware of your lack of game so you never even dared to make a move on him, aside from acts of service within your list of duties. though not the most explicit way of flirting, one would think it was a bit too obvious how you always respond with "sure, Manager Lee" to any task he assigns you to, no matter how insanely close the deadline is nor how big the amount of work. it was to the point that now he doesn't even bother asking someone else when it came to last minute things and straight up head over to your cubicle, eyes glinting with excitement that some of your coworkers qualify as maniacal. but you didn't, you were comfortable living life at the same pace Manager Lee did, and it sure as hell did come with benefits.

again, he practically shared the work with you, staying in the office til ungodly hours and insisting you go as soon as the sun starts setting. dropping snacks, coffee, or vitamins at your cubicle everytime he passes by, recommending you for any possible promotion or other opportunity, not to mention the extra hours tips.

his behavior definitely didn't help your growing crush on him. by now, you were almost sure he knew that you liked him. there was no way he didn't catch you staring at least once, or didn't notice how you fumble over your words when he gets a bit too close. but on the other hand, one would think that through his behavior, he definitely was into you. that's what your friend said everytime you ranted to her through the phone.

"dude, workaholics are attracted to workaholics. you're just not getting the hint."

you sigh, "you don't know him, that man thinks about absolutely nothing but work. like sure he's nice to me but it's all platonic. stop trying to get my hopes up!"

"you never know if you don't try though."

"are you asking me to confess?" you scoff, "what kind of kdrama do you think i'm living in."

"then why are you complaining to me if you're not willing to do anything about it?" she quips at you.

"because everytime he comes up to my desk and brushes his hand on my shoulder and leans in to tell me with a smile about the tasks to get done that day, my whole body feels like combusting, and you're the only one i can yell about it to." you huff in one breath and your friend just laughs, finding your misery amusing.

but it was true, you weren't the only one who received special treatment from Manager Lee, there were some new enthusiastic interns as well as coworkers who also enjoy his work method and you all just collectively created your little workaholic cult, showing up early, and staying in after work hours.

"call me minho." he told you a few times, just like he did with everyone else because he just didn't enjoy the whole hierarchy system. it felt weird and awkward to have people around his age use such honorifics in casual conversations with him. but you'd turned him down everytime, because no you are not calling your manager by his first name. it felt unprofessional and borderline disrespectful, not to mention that it would only feed your hopeless gigantic crush on him.

one line Manager Lee has never crossed though was reaching out to you outside of work. the moment you stepped out of the building, going your separate ways, you had no idea what he was up to, where he lived, with whom he lived. and it's not like you were obsessing over every detail of his private life anyway. but to you, it just went to prove even further that whatever the two of you had going on, was only a work related, platonic relationship.

a voice calling your last name snaps you out of your thoughts and you recognize it immediately, lifting your head up from your belongings on the desk.

"yes, Manager Lee."

his eyebrows furrow, "you're still here? it's late."

"i was just about to leave. there was some paperwork i had to get done for tomorrow's meeting." you gesture at the folders on your desk before tucking them safely in one of the lockable drawers.

he can't help but let a proud grin spread on his face, "always so hardworking. what would i do without you?"

act normal act normal-

"i'm just doing my job, sir." you smile sheepishly, looking down as you busy yourself with collecting the last of your belongings from the desk.

"and humble too." he coos, throwing on the long black coat he was carrying on his forearm. "i'm heading out as well, do you want me to walk you to the subway station? it's dark already." he gestures to the curtain wall behind you and you turn around. it was indeed much darker than the time you usually leave at. granted winter days are short, but that doesn't dismiss the fact that it was pretty late.

still, you didn't want to be a burden.

"no no, it's totally fine!" you wave your hands, putting on a polite smile "i've been there at late hours on my own before."

"hey," he cocks his head to the side, an expression that you can't describe better than 'offended' on his face, "i can't let a woman walk alone at this time, what would that make me?" he argues.

"i really don't want to bother you.." you trail, which is true. but there are other reasons as well, ones that he doesn't have to know. like how he's currently making your heart beat out of your chest.

"you won't, trust me." your manager insists.

it's your turn to furrow your brows in confusion, "you always go the other way though?" you blurt out, there was no way that walking in the opposite direction of where he lives wasn't an inconvenience to him.

a mischievous smirk appears on his face as he catches you over-sharing, "how do you know?"

oh shit-

your eyes widen at the realization of how your statement sounded, and you try to explain yourself.

"i- wait i swear i didn't stalk you or anything! it's just that, it's a coincidence that i saw you once coming from the opposite side of the road and i also never see you on my way here even though i see other coworkers and—" you inhale, before trailing, "i'm really sorry if that came out weird.."

Manager Lee just smiles through your ramble, letting out the most endearing giggle as you finish,

"there is nothing to be sorry for." he reassures you, "and i'm in the mood for a walk, i don't mind joining you on your way."

at this point, you're cursing the little monsters infesting your heart for making you excited about his offer, and you do your best to seem calm as you finally accept. there seems to be no way of escaping it because deep down, you want it too.

"thank you, Manager Lee. that's very thoughtful of you." and with that, you leave the office.

shoving his hands deeper into his pockets with a hiss, the older man speaks, "it's really freezing out here huh."

you look up at the cloudy sky above you, "it looks like it might start snowing tonight."

he hums before turning to you, "do you like snow?"

you furrow your eyebrows, tucking your face deeper into your knitted scarf, "not that much, too cold." looking up at him, "what about you, sir?" you ask, earning a gentle chuckle from him.

"drop the formalities, will you? we're walking home, work is over." he pauses, walking a few steps in silence.

"call me minho." he asks again. and you feel it, again. the vulnerability, the conflict between your heart and brain. one telling you to do it and the other asking if the former is insane.

you decide to go the safer route. another day of concealing your feelings. "oh,, i can't do that." you mumble, though it's still polite in tone.

"why not?" he pushes, genuinely curious to know the reason, but you give him a generic answer, a partially honest one.

"it's just, no matter how i look at it, you're still my higher-up and—" you're interrupted by him saying your name, it wasn't so often that he used it, making your heart skip a beat.

"you can speak informally to me, i really don't mind. we're not that far off age wise anyway." he tells you, and you suppress a sigh, feeling like whenever you build a new wall to distance yourself from him and protect your feelings, he brings it down. but ever so softly, like tucking away a blanket.

"i don't think i can do that yet." is all you tell him. it's the truth, even if you were to do that, you'll first need time to adjust to speaking informally with him, considering how you're so used to using honorifics in your workplace.

"yet?" minho repeats, halting his steps before turning to you, "do i need to take you on a date first?"

you blink, opening your mouth to speak but nothing comes out other than an unsure "huh?", as if you're waiting from him to repeat it and realize you just misheard whatever he said, as if you're you're giving him the chance to take it back and say he's joking, as if you're expecting your head to hit the metal grip pole inside the subway car to wake you up from this absurd dream.

"look, i don't think this is the perfect setting for this but," he starts, "i saw on the news that first snow was expected tonight. i've been restless all day thinking about a way to tell you, so i'm sorry if i sounded a bit desperate earlier when i insisted on walking you. i saw a chance and i wanted to take it. but i guess the snow really stood me up." he chuckles to himself, staring up at the cloudy night sky, vulnerable, disappointed, but also preparing himself to look you in the eye and say what follows.

"i like you." but his eyes flutter down again, "of course, you can with that what you wish, but i would really like to see you more, know you more outside the confines of the office. if you're okay with that." then back up, "let me take you out sometime.

none of this makes sense, you think. your manager has a crush on you. Manager Lee, that everyone secretly dreamt of a chance with. Manager Lee that you had more than a normal amount of feelings for. Manager Lee that you had lost all sorts of hope that he could even experience any romantic feelings at all.

this can't make sense, your brain tells you. but then it hits; harder than ever. this wasn't manager Lee.

this was minho.

it was minho who greeted you every morning, two cups of coffee in either of his hands, one of them just the way you like it. it was minho who checked up on you when you were particularly quiet and worn out from a splitting headache, rushing to the pharmacy to get you some vitamins and painkillers during his lunch break. it was minho who's eyes turned into crescents whenever you stepped into his office to drop off some folders. and it was minho who was currently standing in front of you now, making his feelings known to you. so yes, this does make sense.

sill, words are hard to use in such a situation.

"i.."

"you don't have to give an answer now, by all means, take all the time you need. though i would appreciate it if you still let me walk you all the way to the station." minho says sheepishly, you can tell he's nervous, and it somehow gives you more confidence to reassure him, his words making you smile.

"mhm," you shake your head, "i actually.. like you too. i'm a bit taken aback because i was sure you already knew, since i'm not very good at keeping a cool front with you." you let a spontaneous chuckle escape, "so hearing you sounding unsure about my answer is, a little funny to me honestly."

it was quite the plot twist for you really, from trying to push your feelings down the drain before they're known to him, to minho confessing that he likes you, and not being sure if you feel the same.

"wait, you're saying you like me?" he says, dumbfounded, and you notice the blush on the tips of his ears. you secretly hope it's not just the cold.

"yeah..." you inhale.

"minho."

you let his name roll off your tongue for the first time, sending an electrifying wave of unexplainable emotions from your chest and throughout your entire body. "i like you, a lot."

minho's brain is about to explode. he blinks at you with parted lips, ecstatic, and you can catch a glimpse of his adorable front teeth. he looks so cute, so much for a "devil bunny" as your coworkers secretly call him, you think.

right now he's defenseless. minho reminds himself that he needs to stay grounded and most importantly not kiss you stupid. he inhales to speak, trying his best to say something that wasn't along the lines of 'i want to kiss you so bad right now.'

no, too crazy.

'please marry me.'

no. even crazier. don't do it.

"can i— hug you?" he finally settles with the safest option.

your smiles only widens, opening your arms invitingly and he steps closer, linking his own around your form and bringing you in towards him. he hooks two fingers loosely behind your back instead of grabbing his wrist to not have a tight hold on you through the thick layers of clothing.

puffs of warm breath are the only thing keeping your faces away from each other, eyes not seeming to look away, both pairs reflecting the shiny sparkling lights of the lively street. it's only when a small speck of ice enters your field of vision that you blink, shifting your focus to it.

you look up, followed by minho doing the same, watching as more white flakes fall from the sky with warm hearts. so it was gonna snow tonight after all.

"it's finally snowing."

minho scoffs up at the falling frozen crystals, "took you long enough." making you giggle. weather was definitely not his wingman tonight.

it takes you a few more seconds to let go before you continue walking, passing by the busy food stalls and he insists to treat you to some warm taiyaki.

after settling on sheltered bench by the riverbank, you silently take bites of the warm waffle in your hands while you absentmindedly watch the scene in front of you. students walking home from tutoring classes, couples who seemingly were waiting for the snowfall to take pictures by the stream and its decorative lights. parents who's children probably pestered to go out to watch the snow at almost 7pm. most office workers are already home, you think, everyone around you either still in school uniforms or casual winter outfits, especially around the stream.

minho's chuckle cuts your train of thoughts, apparently thinking the same thing. "we're quite the sight here, the only two in formal attire in a sea of casual youngsters."

"who cares?" you say honestly, "we're still young too, we too have our whole life ahead of us."

he hums, "and i hope to get to be with you for a long time in it."

minho's body moves before he realizes and leans closer, only to stop inches away from your face, as if he's calculating his next move after regretfully acting on impulse. he leans in to the side, leaving a quick peck on your cheek.

'too early.' you could almost hear him think. and he may be right. but who cares?

it takes you all the courage in your body to cup his face just as he pulls away, your brain screaming at full volume as you brush your freezing lips together. it's short, clumsy. you pull away after a second, both of you letting out an exhale as the kiss took you almost equally off guard. minho takes that as a green light to kiss you, linking your lips again for longer this time, a bit more passionate than your nervous peck, unfiltered and spontaneous.

you kiss him back, hands squeezing the fish shaped pastry you're holding as minho's lips move against yours for a few more seconds before pulling away.

"you taste sweet." he breathes, heart beating equally as fast.

you look down sheepishly before muttering, "it's the taiyaki."

smiling warmly, minho grabs your hand, before getting up. "let's get you home."

#lee know fluff #lee know soft thoughts #lee know soft hours #lee know x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #stray kids x reader

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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↱ you’re it for me 2 ↰

➘ summary : this is a continuation from the first post right here, again this is a headcanon on Hobie brown aka spider punk, it’s a length one which had been made from this post

➘ a/n : here goes part 1 of this headcanon

His Love Language is Physical Touch But It’s So Much More Than That :

In the cozy confines of Hobie's apartment, a gentle warmth enveloped the room as he and (y/n) found themselves in each other's company. Their connection had deepened over time, and Hobie's love language had become increasingly evident to (y/n) – physical touch.

As they settled on the couch, their fingers intertwined, Hobie's arm found its way around (y/n)'s shoulders. His touch was reassuring, a silent affirmation of his affection.

Hobie's love language manifested in various ways. There were moments when he would wrap his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug that made (y/n) feel safe and cherished. Other times, he would reach for her hand, his fingers entwining with hers as they walked down the street or simply sat together.

Cuddling was another favorite activity for Hobie. On lazy evenings, they would nestle against each other, (y/n)'s head resting against his chest as his arms encircled her. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat served as a comforting backdrop to their whispered conversations and shared laughter.

One day, they found themselves in Hobie's kitchen, cooking dinner together. (y/n) was focused on chopping vegetables when she felt Hobie's arms wrap around her waist from behind. His lips pressed against her temple in a soft kiss.

"I love that we can do simple things like cooking together," he murmured against her skin.

She smiled, leaning back against him. "Me too. It's the little moments that mean the most."

Hobie's touch spoke volumes about his feelings – a touch that communicated love, affection, and the deep bond they shared. Whether he was tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, brushing his fingers against her arm, or simply holding her close, his actions resonated with tenderness and devotion.

As the evening sun cast a warm glow into the room, (y/n) turned to face Hobie. She reached up to cup his cheek, her touch gentle and filled with emotion. "You know, I've come to understand your love language. And I love how you express your feelings through touch."

Hobie's eyes softened as he looked at her, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm. "I'm glad you appreciate it. It's my way of showing you how much you mean to me."

Her heart swelled, her gaze meeting his with unspoken understanding. In that moment, they didn't need grand gestures or elaborate displays of affection – their love was felt in the simplest of touches, the shared glances, and the way their souls intertwined.

As the evening unfolded, Hobie and (y/n) continued to share their love in the language of touch. Each embrace, each handhold, and each affectionate gesture served as a testament to the depth of their connection, a connection that was built not just on words, but on the beautiful language of the heart.

Hobie and (y/n) had developed a beautiful rhythm in their relationship – a harmony of companionship and support that extended to their everyday tasks. It was in these seemingly mundane moments that their bond shone the brightest.

One day, as (y/n) was sitting at her desk, working on her laptop, Hobie entered the room with a smile. "Hey, need any help with anything?"

She looked up from her screen, her expression grateful. "Actually, I could use some help organizing these files. They're getting a bit messy."

Hobie pulled up a chair next to her, his fingers deftly sorting through the documents. His touch was gentle, his movements precise as he organized the files into neat folders.

As they worked side by side, (y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. It wasn't just about the task at hand; it was about the shared effort, the way Hobie seamlessly integrated himself into her world.

Later that evening, as they prepared dinner together, Hobie took charge of chopping vegetables while (y/n) worked on marinating the chicken. Their synchronized movements and easy conversation made the kitchen feel like a haven of togetherness.

"Hobie, could you pass me the salt, please?" (y/n) asked with a smile.

Hobie obliged, handing her the salt shaker with a playful grin. "Anything for you, chef."

Their laughter filled the air as they continued to cook, a shared joy in the simplest of tasks.

The support went both ways. On another day, (y/n) noticed Hobie engrossed in assembling a piece of furniture. She approached him with a determined expression. "Need a hand?"

Hobie's eyes lit up with appreciation, and he handed her a few screws. "You're a lifesaver. This thing is more complicated than I thought."

They worked together, following the instructions and sharing small victories as the furniture started to take shape. In that moment, the task was secondary; what truly mattered was the teamwork and connection they shared.

Whether it was helping (y/n) with household chores, offering a hand when she needed assistance, or simply being there to lend an ear after a long day, Hobie's presence was a constant source of comfort and support.

As they sat on the couch later that evening, wrapped up in each other's arms, (y/n) looked at Hobie with a soft smile. "You know, you make everything feel easier, just by being here."

Hobie pressed a kiss to her forehead, his touch a gentle caress. "That's what partners do, right? We make each other's lives better."

Their connection was built on the foundation of shared moments, small gestures, and unwavering support. In the tapestry of their relationship, the threads of companionship and love were woven into the fabric of their everyday tasks, creating a beautiful masterpiece that told the story of their journey together.

He Teaches You How to Play The Guitar and Shows You Something He’s Learnt Too :

One sunny afternoon, Hobie and (y/n) found themselves in Hobie's cozy living room, the soft melody of a guitar playing in the background. Hobie had an idea – to teach (y/n) how to play the guitar, a skill that had been close to his heart for years.

Hobie handed (y/n) the guitar, his eyes warm with anticipation. "Okay, first things first, let's learn the basic chords. This is an E major chord."

He demonstrated the finger placement on the fretboard, guiding her fingers with his own. As their hands interlocked, a current of connection passed between them, the shared moment creating an unspoken bond.

(y/n) focused on the strings, her fingers slightly trembling as she strummed the chord. The sound that emanated from the guitar was a bit shaky, but a proud smile spread across her face.

"I did it!" she exclaimed, her eyes bright with excitement.

Hobie's grin matched hers, his voice encouraging. "You're doing great. Now, let's try a few more."

With patience and guidance, Hobie walked (y/n) through the basic chords, explaining each step along the way. The room was filled with music and laughter as they practiced together, their fingers working in harmony to create melodies.

As they progressed, (y/n)'s confidence grew, her fingers finding the frets with increasing ease. The feeling of the strings beneath her fingertips was both exhilarating and soothing, a testament to the beauty of learning something new.

Hobie's heart swelled with pride as he watched (y/n) immerse herself in the process. Her determination and eagerness to learn mirrored the passion he felt for music.

"See? You've got the hang of it," he said, his gaze filled with admiration.

She strummed a few chords, her fingers moving more confidently now. "It's a lot of fun, actually. I never thought I'd be able to play even a little."

Hobie leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "You're a natural. Just remember, learning takes time, but the journey is what matters."

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow into the room, (y/n) looked at Hobie with a grateful smile. "Thank you for teaching me this. It means a lot."

Hobie's fingers brushed against her cheek, his touch gentle. "Anytime, (y/n). Sharing this with you feels amazing."

With the guitar still in her hands, (y/n) leaned over and placed it carefully on the stand. She turned back to Hobie, her expression full of appreciation. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I've fallen in love with playing the guitar."

Hobie's laughter was rich and full of joy. "Well, then I'm honored to be your guitar teacher."

As the evening wrapped them in its embrace, the music of their laughter and shared moments lingered in the air. Their connection, deepened by the chords they had strummed together, was a melody that resonated in their hearts, a reminder of the beautiful journey they were on – one filled with love, laughter, and the harmonious rhythm of each other's company.

In the days that followed, Hobie's determination grew as he embarked on a mission to learn something special for (y/n). He had noticed the sparkle in her eyes whenever her favorite song played, and he wanted to surprise her by playing it on his guitar.

With unwavering dedication, Hobie spent hours practicing, his fingers moving over the strings with precision and focus. He watched tutorials, followed chord progressions, and even recorded himself to track his progress. It was a challenge, but the thought of bringing a smile to (y/n)'s face fueled his determination.

As the days turned into weeks, (y/n) noticed Hobie's increased dedication to his guitar practice. She watched with curiosity as he strummed and played, a look of concentration on his face.

One evening, as they were sitting on the couch, Hobie set his guitar aside and turned to (y/n) with a sheepish grin. "So, I've been working on something for you."

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Really? What is it?"

Hobie took a deep breath, his fingers tapping lightly against his knee. "I've been learning to play your favorite song on the guitar."

A mixture of surprise and delight washed over (y/n). She placed a hand over her heart, her eyes sparkling. "You did that for me?"

Hobie nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yeah. I wanted to surprise you with something special."

Curiosity piqued, (y/n) leaned in closer. "Well, don't keep me waiting. Let's hear it."

Hobie cleared his throat and carefully positioned the guitar on his lap. He began to play, the melody filling the room with its familiar notes. As the song progressed, (y/n) realized that he was playing her favorite song, his fingers moving over the strings with a tenderness that spoke of his dedication.

The song reached its crescendo, and Hobie looked up at (y/n), his eyes filled with hope. "So, what do you think?"

Tears gathered in (y/n)'s eyes as she listened to the melody that held so much meaning for her. She wiped away a tear with the back of her hand, her heart overflowing with emotion.

"That was amazing, Hobie," she managed to say, her voice filled with awe.

Hobie's grin was one of pure satisfaction. "I'm glad you liked it."

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you for putting in the effort to learn my favorite song."

Hobie's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight hug. "Anything for you, (y/n). I wanted to learn something that would make you happy."

As they held each other, the melody of the song lingered in the air, a reminder of the love and dedication that Hobie had poured into his guitar practice. In that moment, their connection felt even stronger, a bond woven through music, shared moments, and the deep affection they held for each other.

He’s Intimidating To Everyone But He’s A Big Softie For You :

Hobie's reputation as a skilled and confident individual often preceded him. With his confident stride, chiseled physique, and unwavering demeanor, he projected an air of strength that others found intimidating. However, beneath that exterior was a heart full of warmth and compassion.

One day, Hobie and (y/n) found themselves at a social gathering. As they entered the room, (y/n) noticed the subtle glances and hushed conversations that followed Hobie's path. His presence seemed to draw attention, but it wasn't the kind that made people feel at ease.

As they mingled with the crowd, (y/n) could sense that some of the attendees were hesitant to approach Hobie. His imposing stature and the way he carried himself had created a barrier that made him seem unapproachable.

"Hey, Hobie," (y/n) said, leaning in to speak softly to him. "I think some people find you a bit intimidating."

Hobie's lips curved into a rueful smile. "Yeah, I've heard that before."

As the evening progressed, Hobie made an effort to engage in conversations, his tone warm and welcoming. However, the lingering aura of intimidation seemed hard to dispel.

It wasn't until (y/n) stepped away briefly that she witnessed a different side of the situation. A group of people were discussing Hobie, their words tinged with admiration but also apprehension.

"He's so talented and confident, but I'm not sure if I could ever approach him," one person commented.

Another nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he just seems so intense."

Overhearing the conversation, (y/n) couldn't help but smile. She knew that Hobie's exterior was a shield, protecting the gentle and caring soul underneath.

Later that evening, (y/n) approached Hobie with a playful glint in her eyes. "You know, people find you intimidating."

Hobie chuckled, his expression a mix of amusement and self-awareness. "I guess I have that effect."

"But they don't see the side of you that I do," she said, her tone affectionate. "The Hobie who spends hours learning my favorite song, who helps me with everyday tasks, and who holds me close when I need comfort."

Hobie's gaze softened as he looked at her, his heart warmed by her words. "You see the real me."

As the night drew to a close, (y/n) and Hobie shared a dance, their movements fluid and synchronized. The music filled the air, but it was the connection between them that resonated the strongest.

In the midst of the dance, (y/n) leaned in and whispered in Hobie's ear, "You may be intimidating to others, but you'll always be my gentle giant."

Hobie's arms tightened around her, his touch a silent affirmation. As they swayed to the rhythm of the music, the barriers of intimidation melted away, revealing the depth of their love and the understanding that went beyond appearances.

In the eyes of the world, Hobie might have been seen as intimidating, but to (y/n), he was a constant source of comfort, support, and love. And that was all that truly mattered.

In the realm of their private moments, a different side of Hobie emerged – one that was known only to (y/n). Behind the confident and imposing exterior, he was a big softie when it came to her, revealing a vulnerability and tenderness that he kept hidden from the world.

One evening, as they lounged on Hobie's couch, (y/n) leaned her head against his shoulder. She traced patterns on his hand with her fingers, her touch light and affectionate. "You know, it's funny how different you are when it's just us."

Hobie's lips curved into a warm smile as he looked down at her. "Yeah? What do you mean?"

She met his gaze, her eyes full of understanding. "You're a big softie, Hobie. When it's just you and me, you let your guard down, and I get to see this side of you that no one else does."

Hobie's expression softened, his fingers gently threading through her hair. "I guess you bring out the best in me."

As they continued to talk and share quiet moments, (y/n) began to notice the little things that revealed Hobie's soft side. The way he would spontaneously wrap his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace as if he couldn't bear to let her go. The moments when he would glance at her with a look of adoration, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings.

In the privacy of their shared space, Hobie's vulnerability was on display – the way his voice softened when he spoke about his hopes and dreams, the way he would open up about his fears and insecurities. (y/n) cherished these moments, knowing that they were a glimpse into the real Hobie – the one who trusted her with his heart.

One day, as they took a leisurely stroll through a park, (y/n) felt a sudden raindrop hit her nose. She looked up at the sky, and before she knew it, the heavens opened up, sending a downpour upon them.

Hobie's protective instincts kicked in immediately. He pulled (y/n) close, shielding her from the rain with his own body. As they huddled together under the umbrella, (y/n) couldn't help but chuckle at the situation.

"Looks like we're caught in the rain," she said with a grin.

Hobie's expression was a mix of concern and amusement. "I've got you covered."

As the rain poured around them, (y/n) leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Hobie's lips. It was a spontaneous, tender moment that felt like an affirmation of their connection.

"You know," she said, her voice gentle, "I love that I get to see this side of you – the big softie who cares so deeply."

Hobie's arms tightened around her, his touch reassuring. "You make me want to be a better person, (y/n). With you, I can be myself without any pretense."

As they stood there, wrapped up in each other's arms and shielded from the rain, the world around them seemed to fade away. In the midst of the downpour, they found solace in each other's company, and the vulnerability that Hobie shared with (y/n) was a testament to the depth of their love.

He Can’t Sleep Without You :

The apartment felt unusually empty and quiet as Hobie walked through its familiar rooms. (y/n) was out of town, visiting family, and though he was happy for her, he couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that settled in his chest.

He glanced around, his gaze falling on the couch where they would often cuddle and share stories. Without her presence, the space felt incomplete, like a missing puzzle piece.

As the evening stretched on, Hobie tried to distract himself with various activities – reading a book, watching a movie, even strumming his guitar. But no matter what he did, his thoughts kept drifting back to (y/n).

The bed, once a sanctuary where they would fall asleep wrapped up in each other's arms, now felt too big and empty. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his mind filled with memories of their shared moments.

Hobie reached for his phone, scrolling through pictures of (y/n) on his camera roll. Each image held a snapshot of their happiness, a testament to the love they shared. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at her, even though the ache of missing her was palpable.

He found himself dialing her number, his heart racing with anticipation. After a few rings, (y/n) picked up, her voice a soothing balm to his restlessness.

"Hey, Hobie," she said warmly. "How's everything over there?"

Hobie's voice was laced with affection as he replied, "It's quiet without you. I miss having you around."

There was a soft chuckle on the other end of the line. "I miss you too. But I'll be back before you know it."

As they talked, Hobie felt the heaviness in his chest begin to lift. (y/n)'s voice was a lifeline, connecting him to the one person who could fill the void he felt.

Before they ended the call, (y/n) said, "You know, I'll be thinking of you, even when I'm away. And we can catch up on all the cuddles when I'm back."

Hobie's lips curved into a smile, the warmth of (y/n)'s words wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. "I'm holding you to that, (y/n). Can't wait to have you back here."

After hanging up, Hobie closed his eyes, imagining (y/n)'s presence beside him. He could almost feel her fingers intertwining with his, her laughter filling the room, and the sense of completeness that only came when she was by his side.

As he drifted off to sleep, the emptiness slowly ebbed away. The distance between them was temporary, and knowing that they would be together again brought a sense of comfort that allowed him to find solace in their love, even when they were miles apart.

In the stillness of the night, the apartment was shrouded in darkness. Hobie's eyes fluttered open, his sleep interrupted by the lingering emptiness he felt without (y/n) by his side. He sighed softly, his thoughts turning to her.

As he lay there in the dim moonlight, he couldn't shake the yearning to hold her close. With a determined yet gentle movement, he pushed back the covers and got out of bed. His steps were quiet as he made his way to (y/n)'s side of the bed.

He picked up her pillow, the scent of her shampoo and warmth still lingering. Hobie held it close, his fingers curling around the fabric as if he could capture her essence within it.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as an idea formed in his mind. He opened one of her drawers and pulled out a shirt that still carried her faint scent. Holding it to his chest, he placed it over the pillow, dressing it in the familiar fabric.

With the makeshift "replacement" pillow now resembling her, Hobie settled back into bed, adjusting the pillow in his arms. He closed his eyes and imagined (y/n) beside him, her warmth and presence filling the space.

As he held the pillow close, he could almost hear her soft laughter and feel her fingers running through his hair. In the quiet of the night, the lines between reality and imagination blurred, allowing him to find a sense of comfort in the illusion he had created.

Hobie's fingers traced patterns on the fabric, his touch gentle and loving. The pillow became a tangible connection to (y/n), a way to bridge the gap between their physical distance.

Slowly, the rhythm of his breathing began to steady, his thoughts drifting into a peaceful reverie. He felt (y/n)'s presence surround him, her essence intertwined with his own.

As he finally drifted back to sleep, he held onto the sensation of her being with him, even in the quiet darkness of the night. The pillow, dressed in her shirt, became a symbol of their unbreakable bond – a bond that transcended time and space, allowing Hobie to find solace and rest in the embrace of his imagination and love.

Where He Gives Up Trying To Sleep Without You :

The restlessness had become too much for Hobie to bear. The emptiness of his apartment without (y/n) had reached its breaking point, and he knew what he needed to do. In the middle of the night, driven by the powerful urge to see her, he swung his way to the town where (y/n) was visiting her family.

The moon cast a soft glow over the streets as Hobie landed with silent grace near (y/n)'s temporary residence. He approached the house with a mix of determination and anticipation, his heart pounding with excitement.

Careful not to disturb anyone, Hobie climbed the vines leading to (y/n)'s window. With practiced ease, he pushed it open and slipped inside her room. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and as he looked around, he saw her sleeping peacefully in the moonlight.

Hobie's heart swelled at the sight of her, her face relaxed in slumber. He moved closer, his gaze fixated on her delicate features. His fingers brushed a loose strand of hair away from her forehead, his touch gentle as if she might wake at any moment.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, and her eyelids fluttered open. For a moment, their eyes met – her sleepy surprise mirrored by his affectionate gaze. "Hobie?" she whispered, her voice a mixture of astonishment and delight.

Hobie's lips curved into a warm smile. "Hey, it's me. I couldn't sleep without you."

(y/n)'s expression shifted from surprise to happiness. She sat up in bed, her eyes shining as she looked at him. "You came all the way here?"

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I couldn't stand being apart from you. I needed to see you."

With a mixture of awe and affection, (y/n) reached out and cupped his cheek, her touch confirming that he was really there. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

Hobie chuckled softly, his fingers finding hers and intertwining with them. "I just knew I needed to be with you."

As they sat there, bathed in the moon's gentle light, the world outside seemed to disappear. The physical distance that had separated them earlier had been bridged, and their connection felt stronger than ever.

"(y/n), I love you," Hobie whispered, his words sincere and heartfelt.

Tears of happiness glistened in her eyes. "And I love you, Hobie."

With a sense of ease and contentment, Hobie lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. They held each other as if the universe itself had conspired to bring them back together.

In the stillness of the night, their heartbeats synchronized, and the distance that had once felt insurmountable faded into insignificance. The moments they shared were a testament to the power of love – a love that knew no bounds and could traverse any distance, no matter how great.

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