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glowing | choi seungcheol

SYNOPSIS. in which waking up with your husband in the mornings is still something you will never get used to. PAIRING. husband!choi seungcheol x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship, suggestive undertones WARNINGS. vague mentions of sex, kissing, terms of endearment, cheol is shirtless sorry not sorry :') WORD COUNT. 1.02k

requested from anon: Congratulations on reaching 2k followers rania!! for the event I’d like to request a scoups 42 & 49 from the 1st list!! - #42: "You just have this glow about you." - #49: "Come back to bed."

notes: first fic of the event!! anon knew what they were doing selecting these prompts istg hehe i hope u all enjoy <3

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The rays of the late morning cower over your eyelids, slowly but surely nudging you out of your slumber. Somehow, you manage to peek open one reluctant eye, a sliver at first, then wider as you take in the sight around you. The bedroom is bathed in a beautiful golden glow. Shadows of the trees outside dance playfully across the ceiling and walls. All of this is enough to coax the smallest of smiles on your face𑁋the first of many today, you think.

You attempt to move, but you don't get very far. And instead, your eyes trail over to the body right next to you, taking sight of your sleepy husband buried in deep within the sheets, an arm draped loosely over your body underneath the duvet. He's still shirtless. You notice from the way the morning light gently kisses the bare skin of his shoulders where the blanket has ridden down.

The room is quiet, except for the soft rhythm of Seungcheol's deep breathing and quiet snores, and it grants you all the opportunity to be able to admire how peaceful he looks right now. It gives you the urge to fall back to sleep as well, but honestly, you're really damn hungry, and someone needs to make breakfast, or brunch, or whatever time it is right now.

With a reluctant sigh, you carefully untangle yourself from the comfort of the covers and Seungcheol's warmth, the cool air of the room sending a shiver down your spine when you sit up in bed. You take a minute to stretch out the certain soreness to your limbs, a small tug at your lips when a remnant of the night before flashes through your mind, but you try to brush it off as you stand up to walk out of the bedroom.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The voice is deep and thick with sleep, and you freeze up just before reaching for the door. You turn to see Seungcheol propping himself up on one elbow, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips, peering at you with half-lidded, sleepy eyes. His hair falls across his forehead both messily and endearingly, and you feel a particular warmth bloom in your chest.

"I was just, uh..." You don't know why you suddenly feel so self-conscious under his gaze, even after he kissed, touched, and whispered praises against every inch of you last night. "...going to make some breakfast for us."

Seungcheol just chuckles, and you can't seem to tear your eyes away from the way the covers slip down a little more. "I'm not letting you get away so easily, you know."

"But Cheol𑁋"

"Come back to bed," he pleads calmly, simply, softly. "Please."

There's something about the way he's looking at you right now that makes your heart stammer in your chest. It's a look you know well. A look of fondness. A look that holds itself comfortably in the space between your ribs.

You wake up together literally every single day, but you don't know if you could ever get used to this overwhelming feeling of being adored. It's like being wrapped in a warm, secure, fuzzy blanket, yet it's not just around your body; it's around your heart too.

"Okay," You finally relent quietly, and you let out a hearty squeal the second you walk back to the bed and he tugs you by the hands to pull you back into bed, back into his arms. It feels like coming home, every time.

You find yourself on top of him when his lips meet yours in a soft, slow kiss that has those flutters erupting wildly in your stomach once again. You feel the way his hand comes to cradle the base of your neck to pull you closer as the kiss deepens ever so slightly.

Even when you pull away, he doesn't hesitate to litter a few small, appreciative kisses down to your neck and exposed collarbones, the low hums leaving his lips caressing over your skin so tenderly and affectionately. You sigh out his name again, and Seungcheol draws back to look at you.

He's staring at you again. Not that you don't mind, of course, but the heat growing in your face is practically impossible to ignore.

You let out a breathless exhale, biting down at your bottom lip sheepishly. "What?"

Seungcheol lets his eyes flicker over you once more, before a small smile spreads across his features. His hands trail down to plant themselves firmly at your waist, letting his thumbs gently tracing shapes at the skin there.

"You just have this glow about you," he points out. "It's ridiculously attractive."

You glance down at yourself for a second as if you're actually glowing, before back up at him even more shyly than before. "Stop it."

"I'm serious, sweetheart," Seungcheol just insists and leans in back close to your face, his words melting away the last of your defenses. "You're absolutely beautiful, and it's an honour to be able to tell you that every single morning for as long as I breathe. It's an honour to love you."

His words momentarily snap you back to all the times he's whispered those same words to you during the moments between the sheets, or in the light of day when you're out on a date or basking in the familiarity of staying home, and the world seems to brighten a little more each time.

And maybe, yes, it's just the sunlight shining on you that has you 'glowing', but that's not exactly the case in Seungcheol's eyes, and it's hard to put to words.

Everything about you𑁋from the tiniest hint of a lift to your lips, to the dilation and sparkle in your pupils, to just you and your presence altogether𑁋just seems to radiate across every corner and crevice of the room. And Seungcheol can feel it seep within his own bones and warm him from the inside out. It's a feeling he finds himself wanting to chase after every single day; just a feeling he finds only in you.

You're glowing because you're in love, to simply put.

I'm in love. You're in love.

This is love.

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ellecdc · 2 months

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Mother, im sitting here at 4am, eating mini easter eggs and ive had tge most brilliant idea!! (Inspired by @inkdrinkerworld 's fic)

Okay so, poly!moonwater and readers been having trouble sleeping due to tensions/problems with her pureblood family. As a result shes been taking more naps, but they arent restful. So reader were napping in Rems bed (the dungeons were too cold) but after a fitful 30 minutes she gets up groggy, sleep deprived and beyond frustrated. She stumbles her way down to the common room, pin point Sirius lounging across the couch and promptly throws herself down to cuddle with him and continue her nap. Everyone (minus Siri) is shook. Jamie even asks if she got the wrong person because Reggie was sitting over there (in which he got a one eyed death glare before she burrowed into Siris chest and passed out).

Now, what everybody else didnt know was that Siri had more or less adopted reader as his own (she remined him so much of Reggie, being her big brother was 2nd nature). And while Barty was her person, he was a little too crazy to be comforting in this situation ("y/n, i'll get rid of them for you. Its not hard to do so" "Barty, no."). And of course Siri nows how bad their kind of familys are so he'd been taking care of reader on the down low as an older brother would.

Bonus if Reggie then decides that looks warm and fuzzy and wants Siri cuddles too so he joins ( it took him so long to get to a point where he could let himself be vunerable enough to openly allow Siri to take care of him 😭)

aweeee poor reader. this ended up being way more serious than I thought it would be? like it's not funny at all, there's no humour (which feels odd to me, usually I can throw some jokes or banter in there) but plenty of hurt comfort???.......idk, I can't tell if this is any good, it feels very different from my usual pieces

poly!moonwater x fem!reader whose family sucks (but it's very Sirius-centric)

CW: mentions of insomnia, mentions of abusive families, making fun of only children (sorry), hurt/comfort

You were miserable to say the least; you couldn’t remember when the last time you had a restful sleep was, and nothing you did seemed to help.

The closer it got to the Winter Holidays, the more your mind seemed to spiral. Every time you began to relax, your heart pounded as if you’d accidentally leaned too far back in your chair, reminding you of your upcoming visit home. Every time you closed your eyes, you were bombarded with images of angry faces and violent curses being shot at you.

The Slytherin dungeons were too cold, and every time you found your way into Regulus’ dorm, Barty insisted on butting in, and though you appreciated his support, you couldn’t handle his threats promises to burn down your home with your parents in it.

Remus and Regulus both suggested you perhaps talk to Madame Pomfrey about getting some dreamless sleep or sleeping draught, but you were too embarrassed to admit to your two overprotective boyfriends that you’ve used them so frequently during your life for this very reason that they had lost all efficacy.

It had gotten to the point that you managed to get the most sleep in the library bent over the table with your face on your book whilst Remus and Regulus did their work (and sometimes yours), and that honestly left you feeling more painfully tired than you had been before your nap.

So, you were nearly falling asleep at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall over your chicken and roast potatoes when Remus gently nudged you and suggested you go lie down for a bit and you wanted to weep into your potatoes which was only slightly less embarrassing than sleeping in them, causing him and Regulus to bring you up to Gryffindor tower.

You’d kicked them both out of the Marauders’ dorm room after some time – Remus for snoring and Regulus because the sound of him turning the pages of his book was distracting you. He promised to stop reading, but then he breathed too loudly and you started crying.

You were overtired, emotional, and running on fumes.

You’d counted puffskeins, you’d had a warm glass of milk, you’d taken off articles of clothing and reconfigured your outfit numerous times (which was currently Remus’ jumper and no pants), and you’d tried every position imaginable to no avail.

You think you might have perhaps gotten five minutes of sleep before you woke up with a start, a barely repressed scream grating through your teeth.

Feeling disturbingly weepy and no less groggy from your horrid sleep, you pulled on a pair of your sweatpants and grabbed the throw blanket from the end Remus’ bed before trudging down the stairs to the common room.

“You should have seen the look on Filch’s face- oh! Hi Y/N!” James called as you made your way over to the three-seater and stood over the black-haired boy currently occupying it.

“Oh, Trouble.” He cooed sympathetically at you before kicking his feet out, laying back, and opening his arms for you to join him. You quickly climbed on top of him, and he tucked you in between the back of the sofa and his side, bending your knee so that your thigh rested on top of his, and pulled the blanket over the two of you.

You let out a shaky sigh and felt the first few tears fall from your eyes and onto Sirius’ chest.

“Uhm...” James said loudly, looking over to both Regulus and Remus cuddled in a large plush chair from his place on the loveseat with Lily like ‘are you seeing this right now?’. “I think you’ve got the wrong wizard there, L/N.” He said with a nervous laugh.

“No, she’s quite alright.” Sirius gritted back at him, looking far more severe than James thought the situation called for as he rubbed his hand consolingly up and down your arm.

James looked to your boyfriends, his face clearly asking all the questions that his mouth wasn’t.

“He helps, sometimes.” Regulus admitted, not looking particularly happy that you chose his brother over him, but not nearly as murderous as James figured he might look if he’d found Lily snuggled up like that with some other bloke. And it appeared as though the look of heartbreak on Remus’ face was caused more by your current sorry state and less about your current cuddle partner.

“But...your brother?” James asked, still befuddled over this development. “Doesn’t she usually go to Junior for things like this?”

Sirius scoffed. “Junior’s solution to almost anything is fire or murder.”

“Or both.” You whimpered quietly, causing Sirius to tighten his arm around you and bring his other hand up to continue stroking your arm.

“Besides, Barty’s an only child.” Regulus said flippantly.

“What’s that got to do with it?” James asked, slightly offended at the insinuation that anything may be wrong with him on account of his only child-ness.

Regulus’ irritable demeanor over Sirius usurping you was quickly replaced by a cocky smirk at getting under James’ skin.

“Let me ask you this, Potter: last summer when Lily returned your letters unopened and called you an arrogant toerag after saying she’d rather date the giant squid, whose arms did you cry into?”

“He didn’t cry.” Lily laughed at the same time as James answered “Sirius’” without any hesitation.

“What?” Lily asked, looking slightly horrified that she may have actually hurt James’ feelings.

“Oh, all the time, every time, actually.” James said readily.

“He got snot on so many of my favourite band-tee’s, Red. As a matter of fact, I expect retribution.” Sirius commented.

“And why do you think you cried into Sirius’ arms?” Regulus continued.

“Well...because he’s my best mate.” James said simply.

“You may think that’s the reason, but you’re wrong. It’s because Sirius is an older brother.”

James scoffed at that. “Please, that has nothing to do with it!”

“Have you ever cried in Remus’ arms?”

“No, but-”

“Pettigrew’s?”

James grimaced but answered honestly. “No.”

“No. Because they’re not older brothers.” Regulus said definitively.

“That actually makes sense...” Lily mused aloud.

“You say that like you’re surprised, Evans. I know you’re not used to good idea’s coming out of men’s mouths, but I do assure you it happens more frequently than you might imagine.” Regulus taunted, earning him a pillow being hurled at his head.

Much to James’ chagrin, his seeker reflexes caught the pillow before it made impact with his face.

“Tosser.” James grumbled.

“Would you guys shut up.” Sirius whispered, causing everyone to look over at you.

Regulus couldn’t even find it in him to be miffed when he saw you sleeping what looked to be quite peacefully in Sirius’ arms. Your eyes were slightly swollen from your tears, and he could see the tracks they had left on your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose, but you looked so content.

“So... all big brothers know how to do that?” James asked incredulously.

“I doubt it.” Sirius commented quietly.

“Only ones who know what it’s like to live in a Pureblood hellscape and needed to share his bed with his younger brother who was too scared to sleep on his own for years.” Regulus added quietly, staring unseeingly towards you and Sirius. Remus pulled Regulus tighter into his side and began rubbing his arm consolingly.

Suddenly, things started to make a little more sense to James.

“I’ll write to mum.” James stated, causing both brothers, Lily, and Remus to look at him bemusedly.

“About what?” Remus asked finally.

“Y/N staying with us.” James said simply.

Regulus opened his mouth ready to argue; to argue that James didn’t have to and that he already took in both Sirius and Regulus. James didn’t owe Regulus anything.

But Sirius spoke first.

“She should be with her big brother, Reggie.” Sirius said, shooting him an encouraging smile and wink.

And seeing how your breathing had fallen even with your mouth slightly ajar as you clutched to the fabric of Sirius’ jumper like it was a lifeline, who was Regulus to argue?

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mockerycrow · 7 months

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No cuz I'm totally having brain rot of reader and either Price or Gaz. The reader is such a control freak that they cannot justify letting anyone do anything that they don't agree with, until Price or Gaz just come in and fuckin manhandle the reader into submission or something. Bros, I... this got me feelin some type of way 😩

this is a ramble, but!!! my brain couldn’t stop. — PRICE X GN!READER!

[IMPLIED PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP + DOM!PRICE (DOM/SUB DYNAMICS). NO ACTUAL SEX BUT VERY SUGGESTIVE.]

You looked down at the unsorted papers across the desk in front of you, your nerves running high and your stomach twisting. “They never fucking listen.” You mutter, leaning down to write an edit to your newly formatted plan. You had suggested a near fool-proof plan to the team for the upcoming mission that’s happening in a week—it only had one flaw, but it was a flaw you kept insisting that could be overlooked! The building blowing up was not the worst case scenario—

You hear someone knock on the door to your barracks. “Come in!” You call without looking up from your papers. You hear your door swing open and with just hearing the hefty sound of a boot, you already know who it is. You don’t turn around as you sigh and toss the pen back down onto the papers. “John, I honestly don’t really know why you guys aren’t listening to me,” You begin to ramble. “Yes, a building blowing up is bad but is it the worst? I feel as if there’s other bad things that could happen, worse than the building blowing up—“

You gasp as you feel his warm body press against yours. His ungloved hand comes around and gently cupping your throat as his other hand grabs your hip and pulls your hips flush against his, making your head go fuzzy and your words stutter into a stop. Your eyelids flutter shut as you feel him press a kiss to your scalp before he leans in your ear. “Yeah, there you go. All settled down for me now, hm?” John murmurs, amusement lacing his tone.

You shiver when his breath hits your ear, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your lips part for you to speak but you quickly stop when John’s hand squeezes your throat in warning, making a pathetic whimper leave your lips, making him chuckle. It makes your face burn. “I think you’ve been worrying too much, sweetheart,” John retorts, making you lean over the desk, keeping his hips connected to yours. It’s taking every bone in your body to not roll back against him. “Thinking too much. It’s time to change that, don’t you think?”

You nod obediently, so instinctively in fact that you don’t even notice you’re agreeing with him. Your head spins, he lets go of your throat, and then moves his hand to the back of your neck—pressing your face into the desk. Your breathing stutters when his boot knocks your legs apart and the excited groan that leaves you is nothing less than desperate when John presses his crotch against you once more.

He hums in approval and one of his hands grabs your arm, pinning it to the flat of your back. John’s other hand grabs your hip and easily rocks you back against his cock, making your lower body melt. You must’ve made a noise that you don’t remember making, because you hear John tsk and squeeze your hip with a low voice saying, “Words, darling.”

Your eyebrows furrow for a moment as your lips part and all that comes out is a garbled, “please”. John laughs and moves his hand from your hip to your leg, lifting it and forcing you to put it on the table, exposing your clothed crotch to him—you don’t even whine about the crinkled papers, especially because you know by the time John’s done with you, they’ll be completely ruined. “Good pet.”

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bxd-decisions · 1 year

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#HOW THEY CUDDLE YOU ⸻ JUJUTSU KAISEN

#SYNOPSIS︙ Some headcanons of how they cuddle you (:

PAIRING︙ Yuuji Itadori x reader, Ryomen Sukuna x reader, Toji Fushiguro x reader + Suguru Geto x reader

GENRE︙ fluff, headcanons

WARNINGS︙ None!

AUTHORS NOTE︙ Shall I make a part 2 with other characters?

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK APPRECIATED

◈ YUUJI ITADORI ◈

He loves it when you're the one to cuddle up to him. It makes him feel really special and warm inside.

He will almost always have some snacks nearby, chowing on something while he holds you close.

Itadori gets easily flustered if you lie on his chest, his heart beats a little faster and he knows you can hear it.

He will pull a blanket over the both of you and wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull you very close to himself.

He loves to be the big spoon! It's adorable how small you look in his arms, it makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Yuji will 100% play with your hair until you fall asleep.

He puts a movie on, and makes sure the volume is super low so can both cuddle peacefully with nothing but the sound of a movie softly playing in the background.

1000000/10, sweetest and softest boy!

◈ RYOMEN SUKUNA ◈

Sukuna is honestly not used to any gentle touches. He is only really used to violence or lust when it comes to physical contact.

Therefore, you would definitely be the one to make the first move. It definitely just starts with you resting your head on his shoulder. And it will confuse him.

"You want something…?" He instantly thinks you want something from him, and he couldn't be more confused when you said you wanted nothing but for him to hold you.

He is frozen, that's right. He is completely flabbergasted. However, he will eventually wrap his arm around you and pull you into his chest without saying a word.

Sukuna isn't immune to sweetness, therefore it takes him some time to get used to have you around, but he is willing to learn how things work.

Some nights will consist of him actually holding you close, and enjoying the proximity between the two of you.

He will even gently, comb his fingers through your hair, and enjoy the silence.

10/10 once he finally gets used to the whole thing.

◈ TOJI FUSHIGURO ◈

This man is probably the most comfortable person to cuddle. He is a big guy, and he is very warm!

As much as Toji seems very cocky and doesn't really care for affection, he actually really enjoys holding you close to him.

He is your personal heater, whenever you need one. Because seriously, he radiates so much body heat, it's almost not normal.

Toji loves it when you lie on top of him, so he can wrap his arms around you.

Expect some forehead kisses now and then, maybe sometimes he will hum a soothing tune that will put you to sleep very very fast.

Toji will sometimes tease you, because you're so small, and he is a giant. He loves to make jokes about the size difference.

As much as he is your teddy bear, you are his little teddy bear. Toji struggles to fall asleep if you're not cuddling up to him at night.

10000000/10, his cuddles are always so warm!

◈ SUGURU GETO ◈

Another teddy bear!! Similar to Toji, he is very very warm, and he is as cuddly as he looks.

He loves it when you nuzzle your face into his chest, he wants to play with your hair while he holds you.

Geto prefers quiet nights, and peaceful days where he just holds you, and focuses on nothing else but you.

He prefers quality time over anything else, and honestly, holding you close and hearing about how your day has been, is one of his favorite things to come home to.

Geto loves to have mindless conversations with you, especially if he gets to hear you laugh or smile, you will definitely be able to hear his heart beating a little bit faster.

Geto also struggles to fall asleep without you being in his arms, you are his safe haven that makes him forget about the cruel reality.

TAGS: @tokyometronetwork @yuujispinkhair @httpghostface @benkeibear @midnightshade

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viiiiiiiiiin · 3 months

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Hello vix how are you doing?Hope your doing well, so I wanted ask of you if it could be okey if I could request headcanons with shanks, zoro ,akainu with a s/O that loves to touch,put their head between their, pinch their nippl€s, rub/play with their tits.

Thanks have a amazing day!!💖❤💌😊

Shanks , Zoro , and Akainu with a touchy S / O

SLIGHT NSFW WARNING.

Includes: Shanks , Zoro , Akainu , GN Reader

A / N: Hii !! I'm doing good , thanks for askin !! I never really write for Akainu , so I hope he's in character enough lol ! I apologize that this is short. I'll probably add more later but I'm having a brain fart reading this

Red Haired: Shanks

He finds it amusing , surprisingly. He actually enjoys when you touch his chest.

For some reason , it fills him with pride.

Though , it embarrasses him whenever you pinch or play with his nipples , rather it be randomly or during spicy time.

He always returns the favor. Male , female , nonbinary , trans , anything. He adores your chest as much as you adore his.

Want to sleep on his tits ? Go right ahead. He's already laying out for you. He enjoys when you sleep on his chest.

He finds it amusing whenever you sneak up behind him and grab his chest whenever he's doing something.

He gets more embarrassed in front of the crew , but he will usually laugh it off.

If you rest your head between his tits , he will caress your head.

He loves whenever you do it at night. He knows you sometimes do it to make sure he's okay , and he finds that adorable about you.

He finds it arousing whenever you rub them , however. It usually leads to the bedroom.

He adores you , no matter what you do. Just know he will always return the favor. Sometimes more passionately . . .

Pirate Hunter: Roronoa Zoro

He doesn't understand it and always gets red in the face.

Especially if you do it around the crew.

Sanji makes fun of him for it.

He feels like a sheep in the middle of a pack of wolves whenever he notices you looking at his large chest.

Even if he outwardly complains about it , he actually gets really fuzzy about it.

Like , his heart skips beats and his stomach flutters.

He doesn't understand it , but he'd never say anything.

His chest is always warm , so you like to go there whenever you guys get near cold climates.

He turns even redder.

"What the hell are you doing ?!" Yelling , even if he secretly enjoys it.

Red Dog (Akainu): Sakazuki

Never do it in front of people. He's very strict about how the outside views him. He believes that people won't respect him if he sees how you act with him.

You don't mind. You respect his boundaries , so you do it in private. Sometimes around the other admirals , but they don't snitch. They find it funny.

It's kinda hard to tell if he enjoys it or not because he's not the most expressive person.

In private , he finds it amusing whenever you mess with his chest.

Anytime you do anything , he'll just smirk and raise an eyebrow.

Sometimes he'll return the favor , but that depends on his current mood.

He's very into his work , so he'll just chuckle and go back to his work. You worry about him sometimes , honestly.

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crappymixtape · 4 months

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i want you the most

REQUEST → @palmtreesx3 , A VERY MERRY MIXTAPE ❝ what about caught under mistletoe at a christmas party with steve. at least fluffy, maybe a wee bit more smutty? – steve's never been kissed under the mistletoe, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't make it memorable? | ( 1.8k – established relationship, tiny bit of fluff, lots of snark, sprinkle of smut, steve x reader )

I W A N T Y O U T H E M O S T 🎶 rockin’ around the christmas tree, brenda lee

Steve couldn’t keep his hands off of you. It was that red sweater. Teasing just above your knee. Sheer, black tights underneath with a stripe running up the back.

“Steve,” you half-pleaded, the grin on your lips betraying you, hands swatting his away from your ass.

“What? I’m behaving,” he replied, words coated in sincerity but his eyes said differently. Glittered dark in the Christmas lights strung around the room as the corner of his mouth pulled up into the boyish smirk you knew all too well.

“Mmhm,” you hummed, unconvinced, but you didn’t care. Not really. And neither did anybody else. The music in Tammy’s living room was too loud and the lights too low for anyone to notice anything that wasn’t right in front of them and even if they did, it was a party.

The counters in the kitchen were covered in bottles of booze, cans of beer, half-smoked packs of Swisher Sweets and Eddie’s signature dime bags. The whole house looked like Christmas had puked all over everything and honestly? You kind of loved it.

“Hey–” Steve’s voice pulled you from the haze you were swimming in. Weed and beer and the loud music making your ears all fuzzy and…"–can I try something?”

“Hm?” you asked, a slight pinch of confusion between your brows as you looked up at him and he just gave you this coy little smile. Slowly, gently, pushed you backwards until the heels of your shoes hit the doorframe between the kitchen and the hallway.

“Hm?” he echoed back, nodding toward the ceiling and when you looked up the sight made your stomach flip over. Gave you butterflies. Made you smile like you had a stupid crush and when you looked back at him he was just so smug.

“Mistletoe?”

“Would you believe I’ve never kissed under it?”

“Ever? You’re joking.”

“M’not! Swear,” he chuckled clasping a hand over his heart, smile still lingering on his lips. Your brow quirked skeptically, but when he moved to take your waist any semblance of a witty comeback shattered at his touch.

His hand was wide and warm at the small of your back. Pulling you in, in, in. Into him. Into his chest. The heat of it radiating against yours. The way his hair fell into his eyes when he crowded over you and the long sweep of his lashes and the pout of his lips as they parted pretty, waiting.

And when you pressed up onto your toes to catch his bottom lip with yours he decided mistletoe was absolutely worth the hype.

It started out soft, curious and languid. Steve’s sweet first kiss under the mistletoe, but when your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged gently at it, it pulled a little groan from him. A needy sounding thing that lit a fire in your chest and you grinned against him.

“Did you like that?” you whispered against the shell of his ear and it blew his pupils wide. Made him feel fit to bursting.

“Y-yeah, like it. Do it again. Please, baby,” he babbled, mouth running with all the beer and drunk on the way you tasted.

You’d made out at parties before, no one gave a shit, but that wasn’t going to cut it tonight. Not with the way he pressed against you and definitely not with the way his ass looked in those jeans.

Hooking your fingers into his belt loops you pulled him away from the party. Down into the deep indigo shadows of the hallway and he followed eagerly. Greedy hands seeking your waist out again as he pushed you up against the wall and dragged his lips along your jawline and down your neck. Kisses open mouthed and messy.

His teeth grazed your skin and it pulled a gasp from you, half-startled, and you breathed a laugh.

“Steve,” you chided and he grinned.

“You’re driving me crazy, Princess. Look at you,” he tugged your sweater up to palm at your ass through your tights and you sucked in a raspy breath.

“Find a room,” fell out, a statement not a question as you tried not to seem too desperate, but you knew how you sounded and it was all the encouragement Steve needed.

“Yeah-yeah a room. Good. Okay,” he was running his mouth again, eyes darting back and forth down the hallway, looking for somewhere to hide until he saw it.

An open door, dark and tucked away from the living room and absolutely perfect and he grabbed your hand and practically ran the rest of the way down the hall. Wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in, but instead of falling onto a bed you both found yourselves tripping down.

“Oh shit–”

“Jesus Christ!”

Steve fell first into the dark, half-catching himself on what felt like an armchair. Clumsily landed on the seat and tightened his hold on you so that you fell into his lap and not the floor.

Silence settled between the two of you. Hearts racing and breaths falling fast as you realized you were okay and then you buried your face into his chest and started laughing.

“Who puts a den this far down a hallway?” Steve criticized, glaring at the drop from the entry into the room and it made you laugh even harder.

“Who has a den anymore?” you countered and he snorted.

“Fair.”

And as your laughter quieted you realized where you were sitting. More importantly what you were sitting on, and you sobered. Wiggled your ass against his lap and slid a leg onto either side of him to straddle him on the chair. Pushed your palms into his chest and settled back down where it was your turn to give him the coy look.

“I’m not complaining,” you murmured and his hands instinctively squeezed at the plush of your hips.

“No, nope. Me either. Not complaining.”

And Steve’s hands slid around to the small of your back and down to squeeze at your ass again. Pressed you up so that you he could catch your lips in another kiss, your tits just under his chin, and it was heated this time. Urgent, needy. His tongue running along the seam of your lips and you moaned into him, opening to let him lick into you.

Slotting a hand between your thighs from behind, he pressed his fingers between your legs against your tights and even with all the layers he still could feel how soaked you were.

“Christ,” he said, voice shot as his eyes squeezed shut, “So wet, babe.”

“Your fault,” you accused, bucking your hips up against his and it made him curse again as he bit down on the skin at your collarbone, pulling another moan from you.

Fingers slipping under the waist of your tights he moved to tug them down your legs, but a light flicked on outside the door and you froze.

“Shit,” you swore under your breath and Steve’s head jerked around to look.

“Who is it?” he hissed and you heard someone running down the hallway.

“Harrington! You in here? We gotta—” Eddie’s head appeared in the doorway and as he realized what he’d just interrupted he palmed his face. “Shit. Sorry, man–” and then quietly to himself, “–why do I always do that?”

“What, Eddie?” Steve pushed and the other boy shook his head.

“Fuck, right. Cops are here. We gotta go.”

“Cops? What–I don’t–who cares? We’re all 21,” Steve’s tone was clipped short and beyond irritated as he sat with you still straddling him in the armchair, hand down your tights, and Eddie started to panic.

“Sure! Fine! But that doesn’t cover this–” Eddie held up a giant baggie of weed and then from beyond the doorframe, yanked Robin into view by the collar of her sweater, “–or this.”

“God dammit,” Steve muttered and squeezed his eyes shut as he pulled his hand away from your panties. Sucking a breath in through gritted teeth he looked back up at Robin, “You’re seriously not 21 yet?”

“Not til July, dingus,” she snarked, arms folded over her chest and defiant, and that was it for Eddie.

“Listen, I’d love to discuss the intricacies of law and shit, but not in the back of a patroller! Yeah? Leave please? Now?”

“Jesus Christ, alright!” Steve scooped you up and put you back on the floor on two feet, grabbing your hand in his and thankful you weren’t wearing heels. “C’mon, genius. Out the back,” he shoved at Eddie, pushing him and Robin toward the end of the hall, pulling your close behind.

Steve had partied at Tammy’s plenty during high school and knew all the quick exits out, just in case, and low and behold at the end of the hallway there was a small door that led out into the backyard. Eddie wrenched it open and all four of you stumbled out of the house and into the snow.

The cold air hit you, hitched your breath in your throat and you froze for a second, but then when you glanced up the red and blue flashing lights coming down the road were enough to shake you back to reality.

“C’mon, shitheads, let’s go,” Steve urged Eddie and Robin who were arguing over who was going to hold the bag of weed, all four of you crunching across the yard and down the driveway to Steve’s BMW. “Swear to god, I’m making you walk next time, both of you!” he hollered over the hood of the car as everyone piled in and he wasted no time in cranking the ignition on.

“No, you won’t,” Robin snarked from the backseat, Steve trying to drive as casually as he could as the cop car sped past.

“Wanna bet?” Steve glared at her in the rearview and Eddie elbowed her in the rib.

“No, we don’t,” Eddie said, eyes boring into the side of Robin’s head. “Thank you, Steve,” he elbowed her again and she grumbled under her breath, thank you squeezed somewhere between asshole and I hate parties anyway.

“Great. Merry Christmas,” Steve grouched and you slid a hand over the top of his thigh, trying so hard to keep a straight face at how ridiculous your friends were. At how pretty your boyfriend was, even when he was flustered, but especially when he showed how much cared.

“Babe,” you said quietly, only to Steve as Eddie and Robin bickered in the back.

“Yeah?” he was still irritated, but easing at your touch, your voice.

“You’re a good friend.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, wanted to smile, but he fought it.

“Yeah, well. Those two don’t make it easy,” he grumbled, but it was softer. Halfhearted.

“I do,” you teased, squeezing at his thigh and that got him. Brought back his smirk as he glanced over at you.

“Mmm, you do,” he agreed, hand slipping over your leg, teasing and pinching at your thigh a little.

"Got any mistletoe at home?" you joked lamely and he grinned, that flicker of heat from earlier licking in his chest.

"No, but I've got a den."

"You don't!" you giggled and shoved at him, your cheeks flushed at the thought of it and he laughed.

"Fine. No den, but I definitely have an arm chair," he said, voice lower and warm and it made you press your legs together.

"I've got an arm chair if you need it!" Eddie chimed in from the back and you both yelled.

"No, Eddie!"

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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐈𝐭

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤!

He goes peacefully.

It's the middle of a sunny afternoon and your mother calls you into the bedroom with a calmness that makes your toes curl. You know as soon as you hear her voice. You know.

Your sister is crying. You're not.

He's still breathing when all of you crawl into bed with him, when all of you hold onto him. He hasn't been awake in a couple days and he isn't awake when you lay your head on his chest.

It's surreal; you feel like you're in a dream. Everything feels fuzzy, like your brain is lined in precious cotton. Your mother strokes his hair and you listen to the slow beats of his heart. Your sister is still crying. But you have never been able to cry in front of your father--you're not going to start now, even if his eyes are closed.

The sun warms the cashmere blankets he's covered in and makes your cheeks pink.

"We're here, Tom," your mom keeps saying tearfully.

"Don't go, daddy," your sister keeps weeping. Her breath reeks of pinot.

But in your heart, the one that has been modeled after your father's, you know that isn't what he needs to hear. You know he doesn't need to be begged to stay or reminded that his women are with him. You know that and your mom and sister don't.

So you raise your head, look at his face that is slacked with peace. And you raise your lips to his ear, which you somehow just know is still hearing, and rest your forehead against his temple. He's still warm; he smells like leather.

You whisper very softly to him, "It's okay, dad. I'm ready. Fuck it."

That's when he lets go.

It's a blur after that.

You are certain you're in some sort of fugue state, certain that this is all a bad dream. You keep thinking you're going to shoot up in bed and be seven-years-old again. You keep thinking that your dad is going to come into your dark room and squeeze himself in your little princess bed and hold you tight. You keep thinking that none of this is real and you'll be able to start over--just as soon as you wake up.

Somehow, the afternoon passes. You're not sure where you are or who's around you. Your family, extended and extended-extended, are all fluttering around to get things in place. Someone keeps putting a warm mug in your hands and someone else has shrugged a cardigan over your shoulders. But other than that, you're just sitting at the kitchen table, unblinking.

You're heartbroken, really. Of course you are. Your father was your world. He was the best person you ever met. He made you brave and he kept you strong and he never yelled. And now that he's gone, even if it's only been for a few hours, you can't remember what you were doing before. Not just before your mom called you in the bedroom (you had been reading a book on the porch), but before he was sick. What was life like when he was here and everything was good and you could pad into his bedroom anytime and tell him your qualms?

You can't remember.

And that is what breaks you.

That is what makes you reach for your phone and keys. Honestly, you shouldn't drive. You know that. You do. But everyone is so caught up in grief and funeral planning that they don't stop you. You don't even really remember driving over to Jake's, certainly don't remember walking up the concrete steps. You don't remember knocking or waiting.

But you come screaming back into your body when he answers the door.

He's standing there in his service khakis, his hair gelled nicely, his boots still laced on his feet. His green eyes are glimmering in the early-evening sun and his brows are blanched and his lips are frowning. He heard on base--he'd been calling you all afternoon and was just about ready to head over to your house if you didn't answer.

Here you are, standing on his porch. You're wearing a sundress and a cardigan and no shoes. Your hair is messy like you've been laying down and your eyes are rimmed with red. Your lips are bitten and swollen and pink has bloomed all across your chest and throat. It makes Jake ache all over to see you like this--to see you so utterly and completely broken.

You, the hardheaded pilot that does everything by the books and tried to get into a brawl with him on the tarmac a couple months ago.

You, the girl who ripped the shower curtain open and sized Jake up while soaking wet and butt naked--and who'd actually frightened him.

You, the girl that had taken to inviting Jake to everything he wasn't previously invited to before--bowling, barbecues, bonfires, movie nights, pizza joints, mini golf.

You, the girl who'd tenderly asked Jake to fuck her, who'd keened at his touch and come undone over and over again. You trust him so completely, so totally.

You, the girl that has ended up sleeping in his bed almost every single night. The one who presses her cold feet against his calves and hogs all the blankets. The one who wakes him up as soon as the sun is up because we're wasting the day away, Jakey!

And now you're looking up at him like a realization has dawned on you, like you've just stepped out of some alternate dimension and reality is settling in. Your lower lip is trembling and your eyes are filling with tears and you're beginning to whimper.

"Wisty," he whispers to you very softly, reaching out to wrap you in his arms. You collapse into his chest, knees nearly buckling under all this grief that's sitting on your chest. You hold onto him like he's the only thing keeping you on earth--and he kind of is. "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

Jake has always been someone that is uncomfortable around crying people. He's had almost comical responses to upset in the past. His mom still talks about when his sister broke her arm and he asked her if she wanted to thumb wrestle in the car on the way to the hospital. He saw his father cry once and all he could do was ask his father if he wanted another scotch; Jake was only 12.

But there is something in his bones that knows what to do and say to you as you break down in his arms. There is not an ounce of discomfort in his being as he wraps you up, as you wet his shirt with tears and snots and residual makeup. He relishes in being able to hold you and feels deep down in his chest that this is a privilege. As upset as you are, as difficult as these next few months are going to be, he feels elated that you have put your trust into his hands. His.

And you're sobbing so hard that it's making your skull ache. You are getting snot and spit and tears all over his pressed khaki and you can't stop hiccuping, but you're not embarrassed. This is the most comfortable you've grieved since your father's death. It's the most held you've felt by anyone since the day your father held you and told you his life's philosophy: fuck it.

"Fuck this," you nearly yell into his chest, balling his uniform in your hands. "This fucking hurts, Jake."

Jake nods, lowering the both of you carefully until he's sitting on his concrete porch and you're heaped up in his arms. It matters not that anyone could see the two of you or that anyone could hear you. You don't care and neither does he. But he makes sure to hold the hem of your dress against your thighs to protect your decency.

"I know it does," he whispers to you, pressing his lips to your forehead as you mercilessly weep. "I wish I could make it stop."

It's something that anyone could say, really. But when he says it to you, you believe him totally and completely. He would make it stop if he could.

Him and his solid body and his steady breaths and his warmth are already doing their part in the matter, helping to ease you into an upset lull.

"Fuck this," you mutter again.

He strokes your hair gently, hoping the dying sun is enough to keep you warm as he holds you against his chest.

"Fuck this," he agrees.

Jake is somewhat of an unwavering force in the weeks that follow.

He comes to your family's house with flowers and muffins and makes everyone a fresh pot of coffee. He passes out kleenexes and subtly cuts your sister off after her third glass. He dons his black Navy dress and stands beside you at the funeral. He holds your hand and salutes your father. He buys your family dinner that night and insists that it's his treat.

He sleeps with you each night you ask him to. He lets you cry as much as you want and never makes you feel bad about it. He washes your hair when you're too tired to do it yourself and helps clip your fingernails.

He takes notes for you during trainings because even though you're on leave, he knows you don't want to be left out of the loop. He keeps his ringer on at all times when he isn't with you, even if it's just a grocery store trip.

Your mom comes to love him, as does your sister. He's there when the rest of your family eventually trickles off in the days after your father's death. He cooks and brings good wine and always suggests dessert. He takes your mom to church on her first Sunday without your father and helps your sister buy a plane ticket home, even drives her to the airport.

He makes love to you very gently. You kiss his shoulders while he languidly strokes your clit and whispers your name. He sinks into you carefully, holds you close. He lets you set the pace. He lets your nails dig into his back. He rests his head on your breasts and breathes you in as he's buried to the hilt in your precious body.

It's a month and a half later that you find yourself here at The Hard Deck, standing around the pool table with your squadron, holding a glass of ginger-ale in your hands.

It's been good tonight--better than you thought it would be. It's good to see everyone's faces again. They're busy people, but they've stopped in here and there to bring you a book or a bouquet of flowers or a coffee. But to see everyone in the golden glow of The Hard Deck, a frosty beer clutched in their hands, acting like the world has not stopped turning at all has been something of a relief for you.

You've been here for a few hours now. It's good to be out of the house and doing something normal, even if it makes your throat hurt every time you see a man in uniform wander into the bar.

Jake checks in on you every half hour, ducking to whisper in your ear, "Say the word and we'll blow this popsicle stand." And each time, you smile and tell him that you're okay. And you are--right now, you're okay.

After watching Jake destroy Coyote in another round of darts, you end up by the pool table, leaning against the pillar.

"Look, I know you've had a lot going on," Rooster starts, bumping you softly when you give him a weak smile. He points to Jake, who's sitting beside you with his arm slung across your shoulders. "But it's time you come clean about the whole timeline of this...relationship?"

"Relationship," Jake confirms, thumping Rooster on the shoulder. "Ass."

Rooster laughs--Jake knows he's only chiding. And Rooster also knows that he can reference what's been going on in your life because he's lived it; twice.

You take a sip of your drink, shrugging. For a moment, you watch as Phoenix sinks three balls in pool, which encourages a deep-rooted shame in Payback and Fanboy as they watch on.

"I guess it's been almost five months now," you tell Rooster with a small and tired smile. That's one side effect of grief that you weren't accounting for--you're tired all the damn time. "Well, five months since we..."

Rooster's eyes widen. He takes a swig of beer and smacks his lips.

"Right," he says. He leans in a bit closer now, taking a look behind him before he continues. His golden skin is gleaming beneath the lights and he's smiling that shit-eating smile at you. It makes you feel better in a strange way--just to see him acting so normal with you. "Please don't tell Payback that."

Jake sighs. He knows why, but he asks anyway.

"How much did you bet?"

Rooster tries to act offended by Jake asking but then drops the act when you start to laugh.

"More than I care to admit," Rooster answers. He looks at you again. "C'mon, Wisteria. You and I go way back! Keep a secret with an old pal, will you?"

You just nod, smiling again.

"Scout's honor," you tell him.

"And just so you know, I have about a million more questions about--" Rooster gestures to you and Jake with a tight smile on his lips, "this. But out of my deep respect for you and your grief, I will refrain from asking. For about the next seven to nine business days. Then I'll be asking all of them."

"Such a gentleman," Jake laughs dryly.

Rooster nods.

"Didn't know gentlemen made bets," you quip, eyebrow perched.

That is the exact moment that Bob falls in beside you, bumping you in a friendly way. He hands you a new glass of ginger ale and then crosses his arms with a small smile.

"Was Rooster telling you about his bet with Payback?" Bob asks nonchalantly.

"Bob--you know?" Rooster asks incredulously.

Bob just nods, eyebrows furrowed.

"I was there when you made it," Bob answers.

Rooster stiffens.

"Right. I remember that now," Rooster says. "Yeah, okay--it's all coming back to me now, Bob. You were there!"

Then everyone's laughing and Rooster is flustered and you can't help it--you're laughing, too. It feels like it's been a very, very long time since you've laughed. The sound is almost unfamiliar, but it feels good bubbling out of your throat and into the air around you.

Jake holds onto you, peering down at your face that is awash with glee suddenly. He knows he's been doing his best to make you happy, he knows that you've been relishing in his company, and he doesn't expect you to suddenly be okay with everything that happened. He doesn't expect for you to just wake up and feel fine one day. But to see that sweet face of yours, the one he's painfully and certainly in love with now, smiling and pink makes his heart hurt in the best way possible.

"Hey," Jake whispers to you, breaking you out of the banter that's begun in the squadron now. You look up at him, a smile still softly adorning your lips. It's tentative but it's there. "Wanna dance?"

You swallow hard. You look around the bar--it's crowded tonight, including every member of the squadron. You want to say no--really, you do. But when you see that pleading glimmer in his eyes and that lump in his throat and that smile tugging at his lips and you're saying it before you even realize.

"Of course."

You were expecting him to tug you over to the jukebox, expecting him to clear the floor so the two of you could dance. But he knows you better than that--he knows you don't want everyone in the bar to watch the two of you, especially not tonight. He knows you're still fragile, he knows that this is all still something you're easing back into.

So when he leads you to the parking lot, the one that is jam-packed with cars but entirely void of human life, you feel a weight lift from your shoulders.

Sand crunches under your shoes and the clinking glasses and voices inside are muted in the quiet out here--all you can hear is the crashing waves in the distance.

"Did you rent the place out just for us?" You tease.

He grins at you, his face aglow in the light of the white-rice moon.

"Of course I did," he tells you. "Just for you."

He wrangles a pair of wired headphones from his center console and meets you on the patio, where it is just as quiet and not as bright. And he plugs them into his phone, giving one bud to you and taking the other.

Flowers in December by Mazzy Star is playing. It's loud enough that you can't hear anything other than the waves and the song now--it's drowned everything else out.

Jake holds you close, your chest against his and his leg slotted between yours. He holds your hands in his, keeps you against him with a capable palm flat against your lower back.

You're giggling a little bit, especially when you two fumble as soon as you start to turn. He laughs, too, but kisses you gently. And then the two of you dance in the moonlight very near the beach with all your friends just inside.

There are places in your chest that still feel hollow without your father here. Sometimes you still feel like you're dreaming. Other times you wish that you were dreaming so you could wake up as a little girl and read the newspaper on your dad's lap once more, sticky with syrup and bright-eyed.

But when you rest your cheek on his chest, when you hear the steady beats of his heart and feel him humming along to the song, that hollowness lessens. It doesn't fill it all the way, no, but it's a start.

It's a start.

They say every man goes blind in his heart / And they say everybody steals somebody's heart away / And I've got nothing more to say about it

Jake feels like the luckiest fucking bastard in San Diego to be holding you right now. It's been so easy to fall in love with you, something that almost happened on accident. But he's here and it's happening and he feels like he's about to burst with all of this love and affection in his body.

"Jake," you whisper softly.

His eyes flutter shut. He loves the way his name rolls off your tongue.

"Hm, baby?" He whispers.

The two of you are still dancing, he's still holding you close, you're still resting your cheek against his chest.

"Are we in love?"

It's something you've been wanting to ask for a while now. The first time you wondered it was, of course, at your father's side. And then you wondered it again whenever Jake took you on an aimless drive through the hills just because you were feeling restless. You wondered again whenever he handed you a thick stack of handwritten notes he's been keeping for you. Then you wondered it again when you looked through the notes and found little personal notes in the margins; little I wish you were here's and Maverick is so little today and do you think Bob and Phoenix have ever kissed and what perfume do you use? Gonna start spraying it on your seat because I'm depraved. You're wondering it again right now, resting against his body, knowing with your entire heart that he brought you outside because he knows how little you want to dance in front of that crowded bar.

Jake presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his heart in his throat. He inhales your shampoo and lets his lips linger there. And then he nods because he doesn't trust his own voice. But you feel it--you know.

So you tilt your face towards him, eyes glazed in tears, and cup his stubbled cheek. He's looking at you with all the tenderness in his being, letting that love wash over him freely, letting himself get lost in the glass of your eyes.

"I love you," you choke.

And you thought this would be scary, looking someone in the face and giving them your entire heart. But you're not scared. You're not even a little scared.

"I love you so much," Jake tells you softly, fluttering kisses against your cheeks and your nose. He basks in the glow of your love, holding you tighter. "So, so much."

You two hold each other tight, pressing your lips against each other's. The kiss is sweet and long, something you have always wanted in a kiss. It's more than a promise, something that resembles an oath: everything's going to be okay.

When he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, he's grinning. He strokes your cheek, lets a teardrop wet his thumb before he kisses your nose again.

"Guess I've gotta take you on a real date now, huh?"

The two of you laugh--it echoes across the beach.

And because the two of you are in your own universe now, you don't notice that the squadron has gathered around the windows. They're all watching with their arms crossed, smirking or holding their hands to their hearts.

"He's done-for," Coyote says with a fond shake of his head.

"Oh, totally," Fanboy agrees.

"Hey, Payback?" Rooster calls, grinning when Payback raises his brows at Rooster. "When do you think they'll tell Mav?"

"Tell me what?" Maverick suddenly asks, appearing behind the squadron with a handful of beer bottles.

Bob nods at maverick, taking one of the beer bottles, relishing in the shocked expression on Rooster's face right now.

"Nothing," Rooster says quickly. "What are you talking about?"

Maverick furrows his brows.

"What? I heard you say--!"

Rooster laughs aloud, loud enough to cut Maverick off completely.

"Good one," Rooster says. Then he turns to Phoenix, who's biting her lip hard. "Rematch?" He nods to the pool table.

When Rooster leaves with Phoenix at his side, blushing and sighing in relief that he didn't give your relationship with Jake away, Maverick steps beside Bob with a sigh.

"What's he being so weird about?" Maverick asks.

Bob takes another drink of beer and smiles at Maverick.

"Wisteria and Hangman," Bob answers.

Maverick raises his brows. "What? That they're together? Hangman told me last month."

Bob shrugs.

"What Rooster doesn't know won't hurt your pockets," Bob answers.

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟

RIP Ice but we all knew it was coming, right?? I promise I'm not evil!! I tried to give you as much fluff and humor at the end of it!! I promise I don't want you guys to suffer!!!

they will be going on a date next chapter and it will be SMUTTY!!! I promise!!! thank you guys so much AGAIN for all the support on his chapter. it's been an honor putting it out for you guys!!

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sakkiichi · 9 months

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TICKETS TO BARBIE.

watching the barbie movie with him.

ft. Kaedehara Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao, Venti, Kaveh, Albedo, Arataki Itto x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, crack, modern au, headcanons.

word count: 1.6k.

so, i went to see the barbie movie the other day. my friend watched it too 🩵 (sadly we couldn’t go together, as we live miles away), but we both loved it, so i thought this would be a fun idea for some quick headcanons.

✧ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

— Kazuha just loves seeing how excited you are to watch the new Barbie movie. His warm eyes shine and his smile is lovestruck as he observes you rushing around, preparing your pink outfit.

— He’ll have to dedicate a poem to you, with Barbie’s signature color wrapped around you as the main theme.

— If you want to match outfits with him, your boyfriend will oblige, because even if the color choice is not something he’d wear usually, Kazuha loves the idea of matching with you and he adores even more how happy you look.

— Your sparkly gaze when you decorate his hair with pink strawberry and hello kitty clips makes his heart feel all warm and fuzzy, to the point of getting lost in your stare and completely spacing out when you call his name.

— “You’re so beautiful, dove.” Your lover dreamily sighs, when he finally comes to. Cupping your face, don’t blame him if he smudges your perfectly applied lipgloss with his honeyed kisses, alright?

— You and Kazuha are definitely that super cute and affectionate couple at the cinema. From holding hands, to him sneaking cheek kisses, to you feeding him popcorn… Everyone adores your little displays of affection, you two are just so sweet.

— Also, Kazuha looks so good in pink! If you tell him that, though, he’ll get all blushy. And oh, when you caress his face or kiss his forehead? He’s just like a baby bunny with how cute he is. However, he’ll be sure to fluster you with his multiple compliments…

✧ SCARAMOUCHE

— You quite literally have to drag him to watch the movie.

— “Barbie? Isn’t that for little girls?” He spat with a frown, arms crossed over his chest when you presented the idea to him.

— However, your boyfriend happens to be very soft for you, so just give him the puppy eyes and he’ll bend to your every wish.

— “Please?” “Ugh, fine, whatever.”

— He also pretends he doesn’t enjoy the hug and kiss you give him when he agrees to go with you.

— So, the day to go watch Barbie arrives, and Scara shows up at the living room of your shared apartment dressed in all black, ripped jeans on and purple headphones wrapped around his neck.

— “Well? Let’s go watch that stupid movie.” He says, purposefully averting his gaze from your all-pink outfit (he’s totally jealous he won’t be the only one to see you while you look this gorgeous).

— “Not dressed like that, you aren’t.”

— And that is how you proceeded to dress the angry cat that is your boyfriend in a pink top with frilly sleeves. (Alas, you couldn’t get away with making him wear a skirt, but at least you managed to put his hair in pigtails and snap a picture before he ripped the pink hairties off).

— Honestly, Kuni secretly enjoys the movie and thinks weird barbie is neat, even if he won’t tell you about it (yes, you definitely were imagining it when you saw him shed tears at that one scene with Ruth and Barbie).

✧ XIAO

— “Two tickets to Barbie.” And it’s two people, one clad in pink from head to toe, the other in all black, combat boots, and a bunch of tattoos and piercings. He’s wearing a pink butterfly clip in his dark teal hair, though.

— Xiao can’t say no to you, even if he’s overwhelmed by all the people present at the cinema, and the loud atmosphere and bright colors of a crowd dressed in shades of rose are not really his thing.

— But you squeeze his hand reassuringly, your gaze meeting his sharp golden one with that smile he adores to see on your lips. He gets to be with you when you seem so happy, so carefree, and that’s more than he could have ever wished for.

— Your boyfriend might not be wearing the signature color of the doll starring in the film, but his cheeks have certainly taken a deep flushed tone when you hold onto his arm lovingly, your fingers softly running over the swirling patterns of his inked skin.

— Please, please, please, buy something sweet for him to eat while you two watch the movie :( sweet pop corn, pastries, candy… Xiao enjoys mild and sweet flavors, so if you surprise him with a treat like that, he’ll get so flustered and happy! Are you gonna miss out on such an adorable sight?

✧ VENTI

— He’s right in his element!

— Totally wears pink clothes, pink accessories, heart shaped sunglasses and pink makeup.

— If you’d let him, he’d definitely show up in something like his archon outfit, but pink, wings included (yeah, he’s a victoria’s secret angel and he knows it).

— Don’t let him bring the bottle of rosé wine he tried to sneak past you, though, please.

— His mischief aside, Venti is actually one of the best people to watch Barbie with. He’s fun, is invested in the plot, songs and outfits, he’s a comforting presence and is well versed in pop culture.

— The only con is you’re a tad bit jealous that he looks better in pink that you do. He’s certainly slaying in that outfit. Rest assured, though, Venti is not at all shy when compliments are due, so he’ll be sure to shower you with plenty, and he means every single one of them.

— Loves the movie and loves getting to experience it with you. Under his carefree and cheerful front, your lover is someone who really craves for tranquil moments like this, just you and him, spending time together doing something you enjoy… Venti wishes all days could be like this, as much as he likes partying and drinks.

✧ KAVEH

— Similar to Venti, he’s thriving, and maybe he’s even looking forward to this more than you are.

— Has his outfit and makeup thought up days, if not weeks, beforehand (and obviously he has sparkly pink clips to combine with his clothes, as the babygirl he is).

— Kaveh will offer to do your hair, makeup and to help you choose your clothes. And who are you to refuse? Not when you know he’s amazing at it, not when he’s giving you the most precious puppy eyes this world has seen.

— He won’t let you pay for the tickets or snacks either, no matter how much you insist. Your boyfriend has a hard time accepting kindness, especially from someone as special as you; he could never let you invite him or even let you pay for your part and manage to sleep peacefully at night.

— During the movie, he’s living. Takes mental note of the dresses and fits, all the barbie dream houses and every different design he spots. His kind gaze is wide and sparkling and you find yourself staring at your pretty boyfriend more than at the big screen. To see him so… free and untroubled… You wouldn’t trade that for the world.

✧ ALBEDO

— You think it’s seriously unfair how good pink suits him (let’s face it, Albedo is royalty and will be pretty in literally anything) but right now, he looks not unlike a Barbie himself (unfair).

— If he’s in one of his teasing moods, he’ll give you the half lidded eyes and the shit eating smirk when you’re very much not inconspicuously staring at him with your mouth agape.

— “You look stunning yourself, my dearest.” The blonde will whisper, leaning close to your jawline as he cups the back of your head, the lingering caress of his lips on the skin right below your ear making your knees almost buckle.

— Actually is very interested in the critical message the movie intends to portray, and has everything figured out right before it happens (you can totally tell by the way his cerulean eyes glint knowingly, his chin cradled between his fingers, rosy lips titled upwards).

— Naturally, as an artist, Albedo takes note of every design and the whole colorimetry presented through the scenes. Your boyfriend hopes, one day, he can capture you in every shade of vibrant rose and sunshine, even if he believes no paint on canvas will ever do you justice.

— Definitely thinks weird barbie is cool and feels a little guilty because he knows if he were to give a doll to Klee, it would run the risk of meeting that exact same fate (probably accidentally, due to his little sister’s eh… rowdy and adventurous nature).

✧ ARATAKI ITTO

— “Itto, repeat after me: no, you can’t rename our shared apartment the mojo dojo casa house.”

— Itto probably relates to Ken, except for the latter’s actions, because your partner thinks all women are queens and he’d never do what Ken did.

— You probably have to keep an eye on him, to prevent him from being too loud during the movie; he means well, but he’s excitable and can’t help but comment and laugh noisily.

— Just give him a soft kiss on the lips and he’ll be silent for the rest of the film, wink wink. (Don’t blame him if he can’t pay attention to it afterwards, though, he’s just too entranced by your smiling expression).

— Itto would protect Ruth with his life. He adores his grandma, and somehow, the elderly lady from the movie reminds him of her; so, afterwards, he might beg you to help him choose a nice tea set as a gift and to accompany him to visit his grandmother.

— He’s definitely the type to buy some commemorative souvenir: an “I am kenough” hoodie; Ken’s fur coat, Barbie’s car… or any trinket made for the occasion. He’s just like a kid on a candy store, he looks so happy you don’t have it in yourself to deny it to him, even if he ends up buying some overpriced and maybe useless trinket.

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hopesangelsprite · 6 months

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♡ Mine ♡

Illumi x black!chubby!reader

Summary: Illumi's tired of worrying about losing you... so he decides it's time to change that forever.

Warnings: language, lighthearted murder threats; other than those it's pretty domestic.

"We should get married."

Any traces of fatigue in your body vanished after those words fell upon your previously resting ears. You stayed still, waiting for any indication that what you'd heard was a mistake on your part. There was nothing but silence and the barely audible sound of your lover's breathing. Then that silence was broken once again.

"What do you think?", Illumi questioned from his spot draped across your stomach. What'd you think... what did you think? Well, you were wondering what had brought such a question about and how random its utterance was. Before he'd spoken, the two of you had been cuddling for about 3 hours prior. Technically, Illumi had come in unannounced and sprawled across you unceremoniously before shimmying down so that his head could rest on your abdomen. Occasionally he'd poke or pinch you out of boredom, now and then he'd nibble at you just because he could, and you wouldn't do anything about it.

The atmosphere had been comfortable. Nothing in the air alluded to the impromptu proposal that had just been made. "I'm just wondering where that question came from honestly.", you finally spoke while sitting up to peer down at Illumi. He simply hummed at repositioned himself so that he was practically sitting in your lap, which you'd be sure to tease him about later. "We've been seeing each other for about a year now, and my parents somewhat approve of you. It's time we make it official that you're mine.", he stated matter-of-factly. You blinked at him, and he blinked back.

He wasn't wrong. Your one-year anniversary would be coming up in a month and neither of you had any intentions of leaving each other whether it be in the near future or otherwise. It was true that Silva and Kikyo liked you enough not to kill you, it'd taken Killua a while to warm up to you but once he had he considered you as his older sister. He'd even gone as far as to warn Illumi never to hurt you "or else", which you both found adorable. The thought of marrying Illumi didn't sound bad at all, in fact, it filled your heart with that warm fuzzy feeling people sang about in love songs. Still, you were in a silly goofy mood and felt like pulling his chain.

"And what if I said no?", you questioned. Illumi stopped separating your curls to glare at you softly. "I'd kill someone.", he answered after a beat of silence. You smirked and rested your hands on his waist before tilting your head. It was a vague answer yet one you'd expected. "Who?", you pressed further prompting him to think for a moment. "One of those idol singers you like so much, maybe (insert fave idol name).", he replied while fluffing up your hair like a pillow. You scoffed, offended at his words as well as his blatant attack on one of your favorite humans.

"You wouldn't."

"Fuck around and find out."

"Language!"

Illumi rolled his eyes and released your hair to lean back on his palms. His change in posture offered you a wonderful view of his abdomen, toned muscles littered with barely visible scars and lipstick stains from earlier. "Where's all this attitude coming from, mister?", you inquired earning another eye roll. "Don't play with me. It's so not worth it, bro.", he warned. You gawked, thoroughly shocked at his use of your favorite phrases against you. He was in a silly goofy mood too it seemed. A chuckle escaped you as you shook your head. This was going to be a very long and entertaining marriage. "I'm gagged.", you muttered under your breath forgetting how heightened Illumi's sense of hearing was.

"Not as much as you should be... but that's fixable.", he sighed painting another shocked expression across your face. You shook your head vehemently while throwing yourself back onto your pillows. "Nope, I'm done. No way I'm marrying a man sassier than I am, there's simply no way.", you huffed out. Before you could say anything else, Illumi caged you in with his arms now straddling you properly. His hair fell around you two to create a dark, silky veil. "How about now?", he asked while gesturing to his left hand. You tilted your head to see an open ring box.

The ring inside it pushed all thoughts of where he could've been hiding the box from your head. Bands of expertly crafted and delicate silver had been woven to encircle the biggest emerald diamond you'd ever seen. It was a thing of true beauty, nothing like you'd ever seen or would ever see again anywhere else in the world. "I've changed my mind, when's the wedding date, pretty boy!", you cooed while wrapping your arms around your future husband's neck.

Illumi dealt you another eye-roll before pressing a kiss to your lips. You smiled into his cool lips and tucked some of his hair behind his ears while reciprocating the kiss. The kiss broke after a few breathless moments and Illumi rolled off of you to cuddle into your side. Gently, he took your hand and slipped the ring onto your awaiting finger. It fit perfectly.

You beamed brightly and tucked your face into the crook of his neck. "Crazy that I had to show you a diamond to convince you to marry me.", he spoke into your hair earning a lighthearted smack to his arm. "Shut up, you already knew I would marry you because I love you. Unlike you who's marrying me for my good looks and backside.", you teased. Silence followed your statement, yet you could practically hear the smirk on his face.

"Motherfucker."

"Language, my love."

Yeah, agreeing to marry this idiot would probably be the greatest mistake of your life, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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theladykassia · 14 days

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Sam Monroe x reader

Blurb: Sam makes your latte and accidentally confesses

Content: no triggers, just fluff. This idea came to me as I added an obscene amount of mini marshmallows to my own coffee.

Sam Monroe was working at a coffee shop during summer to earn some extra cash for a concert he wants to go. You guys aren't exactly friends but you always smile his way whenever the opportunity presents itself. You also made it a habit to go to said cafe because 'they make the best latte there', but honestly? You just want to see your favorite emo boy. You didn't even know the place existed before a friend of yours mentioned seeing Sam.

They had joked about the way Sam seemed angry at having to treat people nicely there. Or maybe it was the fact that he had to wear an apron.

You had to see it for yourself, so you went one day. And then the next... And then the next. Soon enough it became your favorite place.

It doesn't matter how hard Sam tries to give off this 'I don't give a fuck about you or anything else' vibe, the truth is that he's a total sweetheart— well, once you dig deep enough at least. The more you spoke to him, the more you learned about him. Even when he acts annoyed at how bubbly you're being, your sweet, innocent smile, is enough to warm his whole chest, you're just that cute! He's not used to people being so nice to him all the time, and you're always trying to talk to him. Complimenting him on his fashion choices or trying to talk about your few shared interests.

Sam would notice every little detail about you, and how could he not? You went almost daily to the coffee shop. He quickly learns exactly how to make your latte. The temperature, how strong it was, how much sugar to add.

It doesn't take too long for the poor guy to develop a crush on you. But this is Sam Monroe, talking about his feelings and being vulnerable isn't his strongest suit.

He ends up learning how to make some simple latte art, a skill he doesn't particularly use often. But it's the reason why you found out that the guy was crushing on you.

This particular day you were in a hurry, so you make your order and request that is served in a disposable cup and not a mug. Sam made sure to heat up the milk to the exact temperature you like. The only difference is that this time, he made a heart with the foam and slapped a cap on it almost instantly, giving the cup to you with an uninterested look.

“Here. It's hot so don't be stupid and drink slowly. Already put the sugar in it.”

You smile sweetly, rolling your eyes with humor as you put a few dollars in the tip jar. “Thank you, Sam. You make the best coffee here, y'know? I'm gonna miss you when you quit.”

The comment makes him want to smile, but he shrugs instead. Sam bites his lip to prevent the smirk that was about to happen from forming.

“Whatever, that's what I get paid to do... It's not like it took any real effort to make it,” he says with a tone that suggested he was bored. But that's the thing, he did put his best effort into it. "And you'll be fine.”

You smile again, not being bothered by his bratty tone. You know it's nothing against you, that Sam always did that to people. You figured it was just the way he was, or that it was some sort of defense mechanism. You also heard him when he said he already added the sugar, but you always like to see how foamy your latte is, so imagine your surprise when you remove the cap and find the shape of a heart, it obviously wasn't an accident. Your eyes met with a very flustered and blushy version of Sam.

“W-why the hell did you do that! I told you it had sugar already, damn!” he complains, furiously wiping the countertop that was pretty much squeaky clean before he began 'cleaning it'. You had never seen Sam so red and embarrassed before. It was adorable, and it was making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

You giggle, what else were you supposed to do? At this point you forgot how late you were to your own job. You wanted to take a picture of the coffee, but you didn't want to torture him any more.

“But... But it's so pretty, Sammy!” you praise, biting your lip shyly. “I really like it.”

The mix of you praising him, biting your lip and then giving him a nickname made Sam groan, his face getting even redder than before.

“W-whatever, it doesn't mean anything.” He grumbles, briefly looking at you. “... Unless you want it to mean something.” he adds, not being able to stop himself. Sam cringes at his own words, afraid that he only made a fool of himself. Not to be dramatic, but he felt like he could quit just because of this. “Well?”

You were not used to making bold moves like this, but you reach over the countertop for the marker he had on his apron. Sam frowned at the action, but kept watching you with curiosity.

Taking one of the flyers they had at the counter, you wrote your number on the back and handed both things to Sam.

“I'm a simple girl, I'm fine with watching a movie and grabbing some burgers afterwards” you give him one last smile before leaving the cafe. He had no excuses, you gave him your number and a first date idea. You even took the pressure of planning out the whole thing off of him. Now all you had to do was wait, and you had a feeling that he would be reaching out to you soon.

You smile big, looking down at the heart in your cup. You had a really good feeling about this, you just hope you're right.

#can he please be my boyfriend?#i'd treat him so good #hayden christensen x reader #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe x you #sam monroe fluff #sam monroe headcanon #sam monroe #kassia writes ・☾・#sam monroe imagine #hayden christensen fluff #hayden christensen imagine

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monkiesimp · 1 year

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Hello! Could you write up pining scenarios for MK and Macaque with an easily-flustered reader, where both parties think that the other person isn't interested in them even though it's really obvious that it's mutual, and one day, one of them just blurts out that they like the other person?? Ty!! And have a nice day!! ^v^

Mk:

- He never ever minds that you get flustered so easily, not at all, he doesn't really try much to fluster you because honestly even though it's cute he doesn't really care all that much

- Man just wants to spend quality time with you

- He really loves you and he kinda worries you don't like him back, your withdrawn personality makes it a bit difficult for him to tell whenever you like having him around or not

- He does sometimes sometimes worry over it, but that's just his anxiety talking

- You sometimes worry too that you messed up something with how easily flustered you get, you just go in your room, lay on your bed with your head buried in your pillow wondering WHY THE HECK DID YOU SAY THAT??

- Then you'd start thinking of Mk all day and how kind and nice he is, making you blush so badly, THE DAMN CUTIE JUST WON'T GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD!

- Mk really invites you everywhere, maybe on the flower fruit mountain with Wukong and Macaque (he's trying to get them to befriend each other), or game nights with Mei, he invites you everywhere because you're his second closest friend

- And he mostly always brings someone along too because it's fun when there's more people around

- So you are a bit surprised when he invites you to the summer festival alone, just the two of you, he said that he wants to separate from the group a little to spend more time with you

- The whole crew is going and yet he wants to be alone with you??? Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest

- Once at the summer festival, Mk is holding your hand after some time, he holds it throughout the entire time and doesn't let go unless you want to

- But you don't complain, you like the gesture

- Both of you have fun as he shows you around, you never felt happier and seeing that smile of his is enough to make your heart flutter with warmth

- Even so there seems to be a almost... Intense atmosphere in the air? It's pretty usual for you to be flustered, but surprisingly Mk was too

- He was a lot more closer than usual as well, more caring and giving you sweet smiles, it makes your heart melt

- He also seems like he wants to tell you something but always hesitates and ends up not saying it

- His sweet gestures confirms your love for him once more, though you doubt he likes you back. After a while you just began thinking of just telling him you love him and face the consequences

- Basically both of you idiots are thinking the same thing yet you refuse to speak

- In the end, once the fireworks start both of you just blunt out at the same time that you like each other which you are surprised by

- The surprise immediately fades off though and you two laugh. Inside you felt really relieved your feeling are returned, that was definitely the best night of your life you won't be forgetting for a while...

Macaque:

- You don't really mind Macaque all that much but he does enjoy distracting you from your work and messing with you, just bugging you when he's bored

- He doesn't do it all that often, he just likes getting reactions out of you and when he found out how flustered you are, oh ho, he found a better target

- Still he wouldn't do it all the time, just sometimes, seeing you so red and flustered makes him feel very different than from what he felt when he used to bug you, his heart feels warm and fuzzy when he sees you all shy and... Oh. Is he in love?

- Course, since he has six ears, he can definitely feel when your heart starts beating loudly or when your breath hithes and becomes a bit uneven, but since you have anxiety and are like that with nearly everyone it's hard for him to tell whenever you like him or not

- He just wants to find out, he hopes you like him back and he begins to worry that he's being a jackass to you, it's just his way of flirting... He's not used to being affectionate to show love like others might be.

- Yeah, he does love to cuddle, most people do but he's a bit embarrassed to just ask you that, he'd rather it happens accidentally, he doesn't want you to see how much he enjoys it

- ... He's definitely not good at feelings

- So he does make it seem like accidents, usually when he comes to spend the night with you and you fall asleep, he immediately changes his position on the bed and carefully cuddles you so you don't wake up

- You always wake up to him cuddling you, which definitely looks like it was an accident each time, you think that maybe he tossed in bed or something. Even so you can definitely see he enjoys it by the way his tail wags, that side of him he can't hide.

- He has to wake you up since you're definitely not a morning person, once you're awake he talks and chats with you until you feel less drowsy

- So imagine his shock when you lazily said you love him, it was quiet but he definitely catches it and his heart skips a beat

- Once he asks you to repeat what you said, you are fully awake now and so embarrassed upon remembering what you just told him

- Feeling disappointment and humiliation, you mumble another 'I love you', knowing he won't return your feelings.

- You had low hopes and you were ready for him to push you off of the bed and go to his own home, to never see you again...

- But instead his grip tightens around you and he kisses your forehead, whispering that he loves you too

- You didn't discuss it further than that, you could feel warmth and love as you two lay down on the bed cuddling, no words are needed to be spoken now that both of you know you like one another

- At least not for now, for now you just want to enjoy comfortable and warm silence

#lmk x reader #monkie kid x reader #macaque x reader #mk x reader #lmk macaque x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk mk x reader

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dantesunbreaker · 7 months

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Scary Movie Night with the Papas(Headcanons)

No warnings just spooooooky season!!!

Primo

Prefers the old black and white classic films(Frankestein, House on a Haunted Hill, The Invisible Man, etc.)

If you prefer more modern horror, Primo of course will still sit with you. But honestly, finds movies like Saw that rely on gore or shock factor to be a bit boring and lacking creativity

Try avoiding anything with extreme and constant jumpscares, unless you want to try giving the old man a heart attack

Doesn’t find them scary, but he can be startled

Will let you cozy up to him on the couch wrapped up in either his robes or blankets with snacks

Makes brownies with some of his own “special” grown plants to make the night extra fun and relaxing

Comforts you and lets you curl into his side if you ever get scared, softly reassuring you that it isn’t real. He would never allow any monsters to hurt you

Primo always falls asleep halfway through the second or third movie, every single time without fail. Doesn’t matter how many times he reassures you that he won’t this time, he will get too comfy and fall right asleep. His soft snoring is cute and comforting however.

Movie night always ends up with you both sleeping on the couch wrapped up together.

Secondo

Takes movie night VERY serious

Also tends to prefer the more classic movies, but Secondo is willing to watch anything at least once

Thinks of himself as a movie critic, so be prepared to listen to his complaints or criticism throughout the movie if he doesn’t like it

Only allows snacks that you would typically find at a movie theater such as candy or popcorn. Even went as far as to get his own popcorn machine to make it feel extra authentic

Secondo will tease you if you ever get scared, but pulls you into his side and lets you bury your face. Laughs at the idea that he would ever let anything hurt you, so you should have nothing to fear

It is one of his favorite things though, when you nestle yourself up against him seeking his comfort and protection. Emotionally constipated, this man craves any sort of positive reinforcement. So the fact that he makes you feel safe gives him a bit of a warm fuzzy feeling that he hates to acknowledge

But Secondo totally also gets spooked sometimes by some of the more suspenseful films, just would rather die than ever admit that to you

You always fall asleep first. Depending on how he feels, Secondo either will situate you both to sleep comfortably on the couch, or he will carry you back to bed

Terzo

Always being extra, Terzo turns every movie night into a big extravagant event

Gathers the finest blankets and pillows for the couch

Along with the stereotypical snacks of popcorn and candy, he also has the ghouls on catering duty. Hungry for a steak in the middle of the movie? Say less.

Has no particular preference for the films, so it is entirely your choice for what to watch

Just know that Terzo will scream

Both of you will end up comforting each other when the movie gets too scary. Holding each other tight, taking turns of who hides their face and who watches to say when it is safe to watch again

Loves movies that are a little more on the silly side, such as Cabin Fever or Evil Dead. Together you love to mock the characters for making dumb choices or being oblivious and how unrealistic the effects are

Most of the time you both end up falling asleep together on the couch in a bit of a food coma. Omega sometimes comes into the room with the random food you requested only to find you both passed out. The ghoul will throw you each over one of his shoulders and carry you to bed, neither of you ever wake up as he does this somehow.

Terzo has specific fuzzy socks and matching pajama sets reserved only for scary movie night

Copia

Absolutely one of Copia’s favorite things to do together and makes it a very regular occurrence

Open to all types of horror movies, but still has his preferences. Comedy horror is definitely top of the list

Tucker & Dale vs. Evil, Tremors, and Cabin in the Woods are among his most commonly picked

Movie talker for sure! Gets really excited and into the film and constantly will comment on things that are happening on screen. It is kind of adorable

Will let the rats join you for part of the night. They love to cuddle in your laps with their own special bowl of plain unflavored popcorn

Copia is more likely to be the one that gets spooked by the movie, so be ready for him to have a death grip on your hand

Regularly changes who passes out first, but generally it is Copia. With how hard he works, you can’t really blame him. But if he is out, that generally means the end of movie night. Dude snores like a chainsaw.

Both of you end up sleeping on the couch in weird positions that generally would not be considered comfortable, but by some miracle you never wake up with aches and pains

The morning after is always spent with a warm full course breakfast

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ace-of-zaun · 3 months

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You (And I):

Silco x f!reader - 2.6k words - SFW

cw: best friend!silco, fluff, banter, mutual pining, idiots in love, mentions of cat-calling and harassment (not silco), mentions of poverty, soft silco my beloved, a little bit of angst in the form of reader being anxious about not knowing who is climbing through the window, but it's just the boy

summary: Your best friend misses you, so the only logical solution is for him to climb through your bedroom window at three in the morning, without telling you beforehand… It’s a good thing that you love him (and it’s an even better thing that he loves you too).

It’s taking you a little bit longer than usual to drop off to sleep as you lie in bed, curled up under the covers, trying to keep as much warmth in as possible. Your room is right at the very top of your parents’ bar, The Last Drop, which is also where you’ve just started to work full-time instead of just the odd job you’d helped out with growing up.

But now, with money for food tight and the threat of closure even tighter, you’ve found yourself doing pretty much anything to help keep the bar afloat, from running errands and setting up during the day to serving customers all evening and cleaning up after a long night.

Your first proper job; you’d think with how exhausted you were you’d drop to sleep the very second your head hit the pillow.

Not tonight, it would seem. Tonight your mind appears to be far too preoccupied to let your body relax.

Your train of thought easily wanders to what you’d usually be doing on a Friday evening. More often than not you’d be holed up in the corner of a tiny café, trying to read your book while Silco asked your opinion on every little detail of whatever scheme he was working on at the time.

Or you’d be forcing Silco to give you a piggyback through the streets after raiding the market for the cheapest items you can find, Vander in tow carrying all the loot.

You can’t help but smile at the memories, a fuzzy, warm feeling spreading through you at the recollection of your best friend. Just the thought of him calms you; your lighthouse even in absentia.

And it seems to do the trick, eyelids just starting to feel too heavy to keep open, a sure indicator of incoming sleep, when a scrabbling noise outside your window causes you to frown.

…you really hope you don’t have rats again.

Of course, the sensible thing to do would be to get up and investigate. But you’ve only just gotten warm and sleepy, and not only is the window on the other side of the room, but you’re laying on your side with your back to the glass, and honestly who in their right mind would want to get up in the freezing cold just to have a staring contest with some rats?

Scrunching your eyelids even tighter closed, as if it would block out the sound, you attempt to lull yourself back into that bliss you were so close to achieving, vowing to deal with the little rodents in the morning.

Almost like magic, the scrabbling stops and you sigh in relief.

Until you hear the unmistakable sound of the window creaking open.

Your eyes shoot open and your blood begins to pump urgently around your body.

Fuck, why didn’t you lock the window before getting into bed? You must’ve forgotten in your sleep deprived state.

One hand slowly inches towards the knife you keep under your pillow as two, almost-silent thuds resonate across the floorboards.

Your heart practically leaps in your chest when you hear a series of soft footsteps approaching your bed, but you manage to keep yourself as still as possible, your only movement hidden beneath your pillow as you grip the knife handle tight.

A beat. Then another, as you wait for the exact right moment with bated breath.

The intruder pauses by your bed and you inhale sharply, preparing yourself to strike.

Without warning, you abruptly swing your body around, throwing off the covers as you blindly leap towards them.

But they’re faster, shoving you back down against the bed with their lithe body and clapping a hand over your mouth before you can even think to scream out.

The knife slips from your hand, leaving it to clatter to the floor while you thrash about in your assailant’s grasp.

“Stop it, it’s just me!” a familiar voice hisses down at you, halting your movements instantly.

You gaze up at the figure in bewilderment, slowly but surely recognising those jet black waves and hooked nose with every rapid heartbeat.

It’s just Silco.

He must spot the very moment that recognition sparks in your eyes because he’s soon grinning down at you, boyish, slightly crooked, and entirely too cheeky for his own good.

“Hey,” he says smoothly.

You push him off you with an unamused scoff, aiming to send him tumbling off the bed as you sit up and try to calm your erratic breathing.

No such luck though, he just stumbles to his feet and quickly drops down next to you on the bed while you plant your feet on the cold wooden boards, running your hands through your bedraggled hair.

Silco’s hand rests gently against your lower back and you glance up at him from your hunched up position of elbows on knees, palms against your forehead.

You’re filled with the sudden urge to yell at him. Loudly.

But your parents are asleep and they’ll be positively furious if they discover Silco in your bedroom in the middle of the night, so you settle for hissing at the ridiculous boy like an angry cat.

“What the fuck are you doing climbing through my bedroom window at half three in the morning?”

Silco appears completely unfazed.

“I left my lockpick at home, so I couldn't get in through the front door,” he replies, swiftly dodging the smack you try to deliver to his arm and instead catching your hand to press a chaste kiss to your knuckles. “And I missed you.”

You roll your eyes and snatch your hand back, but you’re unable to prevent your heart from swelling in your chest at his sweet words. Damn that natural charm of his.

Luckily, a glance down at the knife by your feet distracts your wandering heart.

“Why didn’t you say anything? I could’ve stabbed you.”

“Nah, you couldn’t,” he says dismissively until you shoot him a murderous glare. He returns it with a nonchalant shrug. “Thought you were asleep.”

“So why even bother climbing in?” you ask with a frown.

And then, from the corner of your eye, he begins to look the tiniest bit bashful, gaze dropping to the floor as he starts to draw random shapes on the material of his trousers with his nails.

“I, uh… I was gonna wake you up and ask if you wanted to go skip stones in the river.”

Your expression drops as you slowly turn to stare at him, which he meets with a dorky little grin. You groan and flop back down onto your bed, swinging your feet up so you can lay your head against the pillow, completely and utterly exasperated.

Your best friend has been possessed by a five-year-old boy, you’re sure of it.

Silco watches your dramatic display with clear amusement.

“I’m gonna take that as a no, then?” he asks.

“How do you have so much energy?” you whine, throwing your arm up to hide your face in the crook of your elbow. “Didn’t you have work today?”

“I had some work today,” he says, eyes quickly darting away from you. “Just not at the mines.”

Now this causes you to frown, peering over your arm at his trying-too-hard-to-look-relaxed body language.

“What kind of work?” you question, which he promptly ignores, so nudge him with your foot, concern growing by the second. “Sil… what kind of work?”

He lays down next to you, propped up on his side with one elbow, and starts absentmindedly playing with your hair.

“So, how was your day? You didn’t get any creeps trying to feel you up again, did you?”

You sigh heavily, knowing you’re not going to get an answer to your question. To be honest, you wish you didn’t have to give one to his.

It had only happened once or twice since you’d started working late shifts in the bar, and it hadn’t been as bad since your parents had begun to shut it down everytime a patron got a bit too touchy.

But it still didn’t make it right.

“No, just the odd comment,” you reply, suddenly overly-interested in your nails.

Silco wraps his arm around you and pulls you onto your side so he can hold you against his chest, chin resting on the crown of your head.

“I’ll hang around during your next shift and kill anyone who even looks your way,” he declares, with a ridiculous amount of conviction.

You roll your eyes even though he can’t see. Dramatic boy.

“Don’t be stupid,” you say, lightly tapping your palm once against his back as a half-hearted scold.

“You’re right,” he agrees with a resolute nod. “I’ll let you kill them yourself, you deserve it.”

Your sigh is laced with exasperation but you still shift to cuddle him properly, arms wrapped around his midsection. You just want to enjoy his presence while you have it, even if he is a pain in your ass.

“I missed you too,” you say quietly after a peaceful silence, recalling his words from earlier. “It sucks working so much, I feel like I never see you anymore.”

“I know,” he hums soothingly, hand now rubbing tiny circles into the small of your back. “Just means we gotta make the most of the times we do.”

Snuggling him even tighter feels like the only appropriate response, so that’s what you do.

You could honestly stay here forever. No responsibilities, no stress, just Silco.

“You free tomorrow lunch? We could grab something to eat and then climb up to the roof of that factory by the river, if you want?” Silco asks.

A warm smile tugs at your lips.

“Yeah, I’m free.”

Your parents had been kind enough to give you the afternoon off tomorrow, but you were still expected to help out in the morning and evening as usual.

“Is Vander coming too?” you ask.

Silco shakes his head above you.

“Nah.”

“Oh,” you respond, surprised the third member of your ragtag trio won’t be joining you. “Why not?”

“I thought it could just be a you and me thing, you know?” Silco reasons confidently, although you do spot just a hint of insecurity in his voice, like he’s nervous you’ll interrogate him further.

Butterflies twirl through your stomach at the phrasing. You and him. You and Silco. A duet in this city of lonely hearts.

“Okay. That sounds nice,” you say, trying to keep the smile out of your voice.

He squeezes you once before he sits up a little, twisting around to pick the duvet up from off the floor. The covers are soon pulled over you both, where he tries to wrap his arms around you once more only to be met with you aiming little kicks at his legs.

“Oi, shoes off, you heathen,” you demand, ripping the duvet away from him. “I just washed these.”

Seriously, you didn’t spend all morning washing, drying, and ironing all your clothes and bedding just for him to muddy them with his filthy shoes. Janna knows where he’s been in them or what he might’ve stepped in (especially considering you’ve never seen him clean them in all the years you’ve known him).

“Alright, alright,” he grumbles, muttering a sardonic little,“Bossy boots,” under his breath.

Surprisingly, he does actually take the time to unlace them and even places them carefully under the bed, instead of just lobbing them across the room like you expect him to.

Only then do you allow him back under the covers, shifting about until you’re both comfortable in each other’s arms, legs tangled together to ensure you’re as close as possible.

“You know, you should really lock your bedroom window,” Silco comments after a few moments. “You never know who could be lurking about this time of night.”

You huff an amused breath through your nose.

“What, like you?”

“No, like some weirdo with nefarious ideas,” he insists, annoyed that you’re not taking him seriously.

You pull back in his arms to look him square in the face.

“...so, you?”

Silco pouts so adorably, you have to hold yourself back from just kissing him right there and then.

“You’re mean,” he says, looking like a little boy who has just had one of his toys stolen in the playground.

In lieu of kissing him, you boop him on the nose with your finger and give him a cheeky, affectionate grin.

“You love it.”

But your heart sinks in your chest when Silco’s face drops, gazing at you intently as if he’s searching for something. Then his gaze darts away, the tips of his ears turning red, and you start to panic that you’ve said or done the wrong thing.

Instinctively, your hands hold him a little bit tighter, scared that he’ll just get up and go.

“You know, my parents are going to kill me if they see us in bed like this,” you whisper over his shoulder, desperately trying to lighten the mood before he scarpers.

“Well, as long as they don’t kill me, then that’s fine,” he whispers back, and you can tell by his timbre that he’s smiling through the words.

You smack his shoulder, relief flooding through you in abundance.

“Idiot.”

There’s a pause.

Then, he says tenderly, (almost too tenderly for your poor heart).

“...Yes, but I’m your idiot.”

Patterns are happily traced against his back until you finally notice just how tired you are, leaning back to twist your head away from him so you can yawn into your hand.

Silco watches you quietly, stroking your cheek with his thumb like a slow, soothing metronome.

“You should get some sleep,” he says softly, his expression etched in quiet adoration.

Your eyebrows lift at the sheer audacity.

“Bitch, you’re the one who woke me up,” you protest sleepily.

He makes a show of turning to look over his shoulder and then back at you, pointing at his sternum with a quizzical frown.

“Who? Me?”

So, you sneak your cold hands up against the back of his warm neck until he yelps. Silco wrestles your hands off his neck, clasping them in between his palms until he lets you tiredly wrestle them back and smoosh your face into his chest, giggling into the front of his shirt.

He gently runs his hands through your hair as you both settle down once more, his own quiet laughter feeling like a blessing.

You almost don’t want to sleep now. You don’t want to miss any more time with him.

“Sil?” you murmur.

“Yeah, Squidge?” he replies.

Your nickname, from the time he threw a leftover tentacle at you from Jericho’s, named after the absolutely ridiculous noise it made when it slapped against your face. You love to hate it, which of course only makes Silco love it more.

“We’re always gonna be best friends, right? No matter what?” you say, deep down hoping you don’t sound too clingy.

You just can’t bear the thought of drifting apart from him. You honestly don’t know what you’d do without him.

Luckily, he soothes your worries without even a hint of the usual teasing.

“Absolutely,” he affirms, carefully running his nails along your scalp in a calming, repetitive motion. “You’re stuck with me now, come rain or smog.”

“Good,” you nod happily. “Just checking.”

Basked in Silco’s warmth, you’re far too exhausted and cosy to fight against closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep while the boy presses a delicate kiss to your head.

And right before you fall, he mumbles, oh so gently, into your hair.

“As if I’d want to be anywhere in this world except right here next to you, my perfect girl.” What a coincidence. There’s nowhere you’d rather be than right here, next to him.

#silco x reader #silco x you #silco x f!reader #silco #silco fic #silco arcane #one shot

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 4 months

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Just sleep (hwanghyunjin)

Your feet splish and splash in every single puddle you run through, your once red high top converse, now drenched in rain basically looking deep maroon at this point. At least Hyunjin wore his battered black ones.

Hyunjin who laughs so hard, tilting his head back to drink the heavy droplets, who runs so fast as he firmly holds your hand as you guys try to skid through the clearing behind the little cottage house you rented for the day, getting absolutely soaked through by the pelting rain.

The sky is grey, the air humid, electric with that unexplainable static, that feeling in the air that precedes thunderstorms, it's cold but not too cold after a relatively warm spring afternoon. Which was the main reason Hyunjin had dragged you outside that day, he wanted to look at the early spring blossoms and maybe take a few pictures for reference for his next paintings, he wanted to have a walk in the little bush area while you guys talked about everything and anything from how jazz music is severely underrated to how colors should be felt, not just perceived by the eyes.

You even committed to a full commentary on the latest episode of the k- drama you were binging together every time you hanged out at each other's places. You loved it. You loved all of it. The silliness, the spontaneous bursting into giggles, with him tilting his head back and clapping his hands furiously, the soft, whispery like train of thoughts you two got lost in as you discussed things like color blindness and philosophy.

Yeah you went there. Hyunjin was ridiculously knowledgeable, you loved his mind, the way he formulated his thoughts, his perspective on the most random things. You loved how he shyly pressed little kisses on your intertwined hands, how he made you sit on his lap while he was trying to take a picture of the cute little lady bug that was crawling up your arm.

You loved how you two had to bolt in the rain, caught completely off guard by the downpour, how you both started laughing maniacally and then started to run run, run as fast as you could and take shelter back inside the cottage.

Hyunjin unlocks the door briskly, quickly pulling you inside first, panting and giggling and then panting some more as he slams the door shut and collapses on the floor, with you following suit: "man... I never ran so fast my entire life, I think my lungs are about to give in", you breathe out, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you lean in on his shoulder, him immediately resting an arm around your shoulders, using the other to dab his face as he wheezes in between giggles and his own broken breathing.

"I think I-I think I might pass out", he stutters, smiling in exhaustion as he shifts around and lays his head in your lap. He looks gorgeous. Even with his hair all wet and sticking to his face, his naturally pouty, full lips parting just barely, his eyes closed into two thin lines. Chiseled jaw, modelesque features looking softer in the dim lights. He looks beautiful and happy. He looks so happy.

Right now, in this very moment, you believe you might be just as happy. You feel deeply content, light, at peace with everything. You honestly don't remember the last time you ever felt like this, maybe you never truly have. This gorgeous tall man had quietly unlocked a certain lightness to you that you didn't even know was there in first place. He entered your life little by little and made a home inside your heart and now you couldn't imagine what happiness felt like without picturing his crescent moon eyes and that contagious, pure joyful laugh he had.

Thinking of the word sweet, and kind, and beautiful, without picturing his face first, that was near impossible. The way he smiled at you, the way he spoke sweetly and softly, the way he made you feel like you were 17 again, relieving a puppy love, that kind of love that makes you light headed and fuzzy and warm on the inside. This young love felt just as exciting and sweet and new.

"Can I sleep with you?". You squint your eyes and have to do a double check to make sure the beautiful young man on your lap is actually talking and you're not just hallucinating, considering how lost in your own head you got for a hot second: "sleepwithme?", you mumble all at once, sounding incoherent as you blink in bewilderment and Hyunjin giggles, a pale pink blush appearing on his cheeks, "I realize that sounded so wrong. I mean sleeping as in actually just sleeping. Falling asleep next to you. I want to sleep with you in the most innocent way possible".

You see? Sweet. Hyunjin was just so sweet. It made your heart flutter nontheless. You had been dating for a little while, the relationship still quite new and fresh but budding into a strong, deep connection each day some more. You guys had never actually slept together in any sense whatsoever. You had napped together on couches and trains and cars, unintentionally, but never properly slept in the same bed by your own will. And truly there was something so inherently... Sweet about it all right now.

Hyunjin was asking for that tender, crackling feeling of laying down close to your favourite person, he was asking for the innocent, tenteitive touches two people in love share when they're still trying to gauge how much closeness their heart can take before imploding. Contrary to all of that that though, his request was also all sorts of bold and romantic in the more intimate sense of the term. Hyunjin was subtly asking you to try and feel as vulnerable with him as humanly possible.

Because think of it: why do we, as humans, feel so much better and safer when we sleep next to a loved one? Being asleep means giving up on all conscious control over our minds and our bodies, potentially exposing ourselves to any sort of danger. Why do we instinctively hug people and pillows and plushies in our sleep, why do we subconsciously look for comfort and protection? Hyunjin was telling you you could feel safe with him, without actually telling you.

He was telling you he wanted to be open and vulnerable with you because he trusted you enough to keep him safe in his sleep the same way he wanted to do that for you as well. "Yes, yes I would love that".

You quietly head upstairs and into the bedroom where it occurs to you that none of you have spare clothes since you were planning to drive home in the night and had only rented the cottage for the day itself. And you can't possibly just sleep fully clothed like that when you're so soaked through. "Uh... We can sleep in our underwear, shouldn't be too cold", Hyunjin mumbles, already taking off his shirt and then placing it on a random chair in the room.

You try your best not to stare and start to slowly unfasten your pants, finding it increasingly difficult with how much they're sticking to your legs and mostly with how much you're suddenly sweating out of sheer nervousness. You do appreciate how your boyfriend turns his back to you to get undressed himself though. And how he promptly averts his eyes once he's done stripping and has to turn in order to get in bed and underneath the sheets.

A strange sort of excitement bubbles up at the base of your stomach as you slip beneath the sheets as well, yes you are half naked and yes this is the fist time you'll be sharing a bed with Hyunjin but for all the nervousness that's rushing through your veins there's also this slight desire for him to just see you like that, to just share this intimate moment.

You lay on your back and pull the light duty duvet over your body, the top half of your chest a little exposed in your damp bralette style bra as you stare at the ceiling for a sec, trying to quiet down your heartbeat, trying to relish more in the excitement over the nervousness that fortunately subsides. Hyunjin smiles at you and reaches out to gently grab your hand, he brings it up to his lips and places a soft kiss on it before positioning it back on your chest, just above the hem of the duvet where he keeps it in his hold.

"Is this alright? Are you alright?", he asks softly, fully turning to face you, full lips pursing together as he awaits your reply, mellow eyes searching deep into yours, "yeah, this actually feels pretty nice... thank you", you respond just as softly, smiling earnestly at him and he smiles back in that bashful way that shows only a few of his top teeth and he looks so relaxed and serene and beautiful you have to restrain yourself from cupping his face and kiss him silly.

Hyunjin swallows and sighs quietly, he scoots closer to you, your nostrils immediately zeroing in on his sweet, distinctive scent, his fingers now letting go of your hand only for them to start delicately tracing invisible patterns on your exposed skin just beneath your bra, in the little slit of semi bare torso above the duvet.

He breathes slowly, humming ever so lightly, his fingers move accordingly and it's a little hypnotizing, you feel so at peace, so calm you could just fall asleep like that, perfectly content and at ease. Something about him being so deliberate but so delicate at the same time gives you all the more reason to feel safe in his presence, even in this close proximity.

You close your eyes and you both settle in the quiet atmosphere, the rain outside has now turned into a drizzle that lightly taps against the window, the sound of your breathing being the sole other noise present at the moment. Hyunjin eventually stills, his fingers brushing your skin a few more times until they come to a complete stop, resting warmly on your skin, his breathing slow and light as if he had just barely fallen asleep.

You wait a few more minutes with your eyes closed just to prolong this peacefulness a little more and then open them, squinting in the progressively darker room, blinking a few times as you let your gaze rest upon your boyfriend's face, taking in his beauty once more.

You sigh as quietly as you can and while you keep his hand in his place on you, you lean to the side and kiss his forehead just barely, "I think I might be falling for you, Jinnie. I wish I could tell you, I wish I had the courage to say this to you while you can actually hear me, you wouldn't even have to say anything back. I wish I could tell you through a kiss so I wouldn't have to use words, they would certainly fail me if you were awake... ", you trail off, silently chuckling at yourself, feeling utterly stupid as you turn back to staring at the ceiling.

And you can't see him, but Hyunjin is smiling so big, first with his mouth closed, his lips tight but smiling nonetheless, and then full on grinning and while he still keeps his eyes shut, it's an eye smile right then and there.

"Then kiss me", he mumbles, blindly reaching for your face as you turn to him in shock, he opens his eyes a little, just enough so he can focus on you, he rolls slightly over you to wrap his arms around your neck, pulling you to him with the motion, he stops one millimeter away from your lips, "I've already fallen for you, a long time ago, if it makes it any easier for you", he says languidly, and that's all you hear, along with the sound of your heart bouncing off against your ribcage before you're kissing like you'd never needed words in the first place.

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