#Could be something else but I think it's blush

[amirasainz]

Hey love. Could I please request some Oscar story. Maybe Oscar and reader being in love with each other and the other drivers teasing them a bit but still think it's cute?

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 🧡

Quiet Hearts, Loud Paddock

The paddock buzzed with its usual chaos: mechanics bustling around, reporters scribbling notes, engines humming in the background. Yet amid the noise, one corner always seemed to shine just a little brighter — wherever Yn stood with her microphone, offering kind smiles and thoughtful questions to drivers who appreciated her genuine warmth.

Yn was the youngest reporter in the paddock, just twenty years old, but already well-liked by the entire grid. Her interviews were never intrusive or sensational. She focused on the people behind the helmets — their personalities, passions, and quirks.

And while everyone enjoyed her presence, one driver seemed particularly captivated by her: Oscar.

The quiet Australian wasn’t one to seek attention, but when Yn was around, his shyness melted into soft smiles, flushed cheeks, and playful remarks. The two of them turned every interview into a game of compliments and shy glances. Everyone could see it — the stolen looks, the way their eyes lingered a beat too long, the rosy tint coloring their cheeks after even the simplest interaction.

The other drivers found it both hilarious and heartwarming. But despite their teasing instincts, they decided not to meddle. Young love, after all, had its own pace.

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Media Day

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the paddock as Yn stood by the media pen, holding her microphone and checking her notes. She smoothed her blouse and glanced at the interview schedule. Oscar — 3:30 PM.

Her heart skipped. Why did she still get nervous? She’d interviewed him dozens of times, yet her palms always got clammy just before he arrived.

“Waiting for someone special?” a voice teased.

Yn turned to see Lando grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“No,” she said, feigning nonchalance. “I’m just working.”

“Sure, sure.” Lando’s eyes twinkled. “I bet your ‘work’ blushes as much as you do.”

Yn rolled her eyes. “Go annoy someone else, Norris.”

He laughed but left her alone.

Moments later, Oscar approached, dressed in his team polo and cap. Yn's breath caught, but she forced herself to smile as she raised her microphone.

“Hi, Oscar!” she greeted, too brightly.

“Hey, Yn,” he replied, his dimples showing instantly. “You look…uh…nice today.” His eyes flickered to her yellow blouse. “Sunshine-y.”

“Oh, thank you!” she said, cheeks warming. “You always look good in team colors.”

Oscar laughed softly, ducking his head. “I mean…it’s required, but I appreciate it.”

“So, uh…let's talk about the weekend ahead,” Yn said, refocusing. “How are you feeling going into tomorrow’s practice?”

“Excited,” Oscar said. “The car’s feeling good. The team’s worked really hard. I just hope I can do them proud.”

“You always do,” Yn said automatically.

Oscar’s lips parted slightly, as though surprised by her conviction. “Thanks,” he murmured. “That means a lot.”

She cleared her throat. “And how’s the track looking this weekend?”

“Challenging, but fun. I mean, you've walked it, right?”

“Yeah. Nearly tripped over a curb though.”

Oscar chuckled. “Well, I promise not to do that in the car.”

They both laughed, the tension easing into something light and familiar. The interview went on, sprinkled with gentle teasing and lingering glances. When they wrapped up, Yn lowered her mic, but neither of them moved.

“Well…good luck, Oscar,” she said softly.

“Thanks, Yn.” His eyes softened. “See you around.”

As he walked away, Yn exhaled deeply. Across the paddock, Lando caught her eye and mimed a dramatic swoon. She ignored him.

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Post-Qualifying Interviews

Oscar had qualified P4 — his best of the season. Yn’s heart swelled with pride as he walked toward her with a grin.

“Congratulations, Oscar!” she beamed as he stopped beside her. “P4! How are you feeling?”

“Over the moon,” Oscar said, running a hand through his hair. “The car was great. The team nailed the setup. Honestly…I’m just happy I didn’t mess it up.”

Yn laughed. “You? Mess up? Never.”

Oscar ducked his head with a bashful smile. “You’re biased.”

“Maybe,” she admitted. “But I'm usually right.”

He met her gaze then, something unspoken crackling between them. She felt her cheeks flush and quickly asked another question.

Behind them, a group of drivers loitered near the hospitality suite. Carlos elbowed Charles.

“Look at them,” Carlos whispered. “They’re practically heart-eyes emojis.”

“Just confess already!” Charles mock-shouted toward Oscar.

Oscar heard. His neck turned bright red. Yn nearly dropped her microphone.

Max, standing nearby, shook his head. “Leave them alone. Let them figure it out.”

Carlos sighed dramatically. “Fine. But if they don’t kiss by the end of the season, I’m intervening.”

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Race Day

Oscar finished P4, earning solid points. Yn was the first reporter to greet him as he stepped from the car, hair damp with sweat and a tired but happy smile on his face.

“P4!” Yn said, raising her mic. “That was some brilliant driving, Oscar!”

“Thanks, Yn. It was tough out there.”

“You made it look easy,” she said, her admiration shining through.

Oscar rubbed the back of his neck, his usual tell of nervousness. “Well…maybe I had some extra motivation today.”

“Oh?” Yn tilted her head. “Care to share?”

His eyes met hers. “Nah. Not yet.”

Yn's breath caught. The air between them seemed to thicken, and the world blurred into the background.

When Oscar walked away, Lando sidled up. “Did he just flirt with you?”

“I don’t know,” Yn said faintly.

“You’re both helpless.”

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The paddock party was lively, music thumping, drivers and team members mingling with drinks and laughter. Yn stood by the balcony, watching the celebration unfold.

“Hey.”

She turned. Oscar stood there, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Hey,” she said, smiling. “Congrats again.”

“Thanks.” He shifted on his feet. “I, um…wanted to say something.”

Yn’s pulse quickened. “Okay.”

Oscar took a deep breath. “I really like you, Yn. Like…a lot. And I know we’ve kind of danced around it for a while, but…I just had to tell you.”

Yn’s heart soared. “I really like you too, Oscar.”

His face broke into a smile of pure relief. “Really?”

“Yeah. Always have.”

The silence stretched, comfortable now. Then Oscar, emboldened by the moment, asked, “Can I…maybe take you out sometime?”

“I’d love that.”

They stood there, the party noise fading into a distant hum.

From across the terrace, Charles fist-pumped the air. “Finally!”

Carlos laughed. “Took them long enough.”

Lando raised his glass. “To the shy ones!”

Max shook his head with a fond smile. “Leave them alone, guys.”

But Yn and Oscar didn’t even hear. They only saw each other — their quiet love finally spoken aloud.

[ukiyoriki]

BOYFRIEND & CHILL

╰ — when they wanna watch movies and chill with their gf 𓈒

TESTI — boyfriend enha get home from practice and all they want to do is cuddle and watch movies with their girlfriend 𓈒 was too lazy to do maknae line, sorry 𓈒 𓈒 엔하이픈 +x fem!reader . skinship , cuddling , kissing , petnames , && lots of fluff 𓈒 (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝)

HEESEUNG ──── practice? rougher than usual, but he wasn’t thinking about that right now. all that was on his mind was arriving home to his beloved girlfriend, you. on the porch, heeseung fumbled with his keys, unlocking the door quickly. he was met with the sight of you reading a book while sprawled out on the sofa. he smiled and walked over to you, slamming the door with a soft thud. you look up from your book and greet him with a warm smile, standing up. he walls over to you, taking off his jacket and immediately pulling you into a tight hug. “baby, i missed you so much..” he whispers as he nuzzles his head into your hair, inhaling your scent with a soft sigh. “i missed you too, how was work?” you ask, but his mind seems to be somewhere else as he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom “it was fine..” he murmurs in your ear, making you blush slightly. “wanna watch ocean waves?” he asks, laying you down before rolling you over and getting in himself. he wraps his arm around your waist, waiting for your response. you smile and reply, “of course i do..” he chuckles, reaching for the remote. “besides, i knew you’d make me watch it again for the 10th time even if i said no.”

JAY ──── practice was tiring, much expected, but it wore him out significantly. you were scrolling on the new phone jay had recently bought you when the door opened with a soft click. “how’s my favorite princess doing?” he asks, his voice echoing throughout the large room. you look up and smile, standing up. “i’m good, now that your here.” you give him a quick kiss on the cheek before he takes off his designer coat. “how was practice?” you ask, heading to the kitchen. “it was okay, nothing out of the ordinary..” he says back, following you. as you grab a stray tupperware and place it back in the drawer, his arms wrap around your waist. “wanna watch titanic..?” he asks you politely, burying his head into the soft crook of your neck. you smile and say, “that’s the fourth time this week just watching the movie for the straight four hours.. but how could i say no to you?” you step away from the counter and jay doesn’t hesitate to carry you bridal style, careful as to not grip you to hard as he carries you up. “i can walk, jongseong.” you say, sighing into his chest. “yes, and?” .

JAKE ──── although under the weather, it didn’t stop him from craving the urge to cuddle with you in bed. opening the door, he doesn’t see you in the living room, so he tosses his bag and hat onto the sofa before running up the stairs, his footsteps making an echo in the lavish penthouse. he bursts into your room, making you turn your gaze away from the tv. “hey, baby..” he pants out, jogging over to you. you smile at the sight of him out of breath and ask, shifting to the edge of the bed, “why’re you so excited to see me?” he pouts and answers, “give me a good reason as to why i shouldn’t be happy to see my lovely girlfriend.” you sigh and don’t say anything, unable to think of something. “that’s what i thought.” he snickers, getting under the sheets with you, grabbing the remote from the side table. “we’re rewatching the harry potter movies from start to final. no excuses, you’ve already showered, did the laundry, and had dinner.” you smile and say, “hey, i was actually planning to say yes this time!!” jake rolls his eyes and says, “pftt— yeah right..”

SUNGHOON ──── lion king. it was his favorite movie to watch with you on nights when life was rough. so today, when he pullrd through the driveway, he knew he wanted to just sit in bed with you and watch it. you were in the kitchen, putting some plates in the dishwasher when the front door opened, revealing none other than your beloved boyfriend, sunghoon. “hey hoon, why the sad face?” you ask, washing your hands before drying them with a towel. “nothing, just practice.” he says in response, taking off his hat and jacket. you walk over to him and give him a warm hug? making him smile. in unison you two say, “wanna watch lion king?” shocked by the coincidence, you two pull away before laughing together. “great minds think alike i guess..” he murmurs, smiling softly as his lips meet yours. then, you two head upstairs, giggling like two idiots in love.

150225 — ukiyoriki

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[ravens-bird]

Maybe, Meant to Be.

Pairing: Sylus x GN!Reader

Tags: Valentine's Day fic lol, fluff, love confession, first confession, established relationship, kitten. Nicknames used - Sweetie, Kitten.

wc: around 1k.

Note: So I'm back to crying over him... I blame today's Valentine's/Azure's Blessings Festival messages.

Inspired by This Fanart I found reuploaded on Pinterest.

You Don’t Know When It All Began. 

Was it when he first smiled at you — genuinely, without his usual sharpness? 

Was it when he pretended to be so bothered by a stray cat that gave birth outside one of his villas, yet still took in the only surviving kitten, placing it in a high place so it wouldn’t escape or, worse, get hurt?

Or maybe it was when he tried to comfort you when you were having a bad day, humming off-key, knowing it would make you smile?

Oh, or was it the moment he stepped in front of you during a wanderer attack, shielding you without hesitation — prioritising your safety over his own? 

Or perhaps it was all the times after that, when he wordlessly stepped in, guarding your back so you could focus on the fight, knowing he would keep you safe? 

Sylus may have brushed these off, claiming that it was nothing serious, but you knew. 

You knew that it was so much more. 

That you meant so much more to him than he let on. 

From grand gestures, like the time he won a boxing championship and dedicated the victory to you, slipping the ring symbolising his victory onto your finger as he announced that he won just for your sake.

To the small, simple ones. Adjusting your coat on chilly nights so you don’t get cold. Sending Mephisto or the twins to keep an eye on you when he couldn’t be there himself, especially when you insisted on running headfirst into danger. Reading an entire book about candy-making — mastering it, even — just so he could give you candy he made himself on Valentine’s Day. 

Even eating the accidentally ruined chocolate you had made while practicing. 

You don’t know when it all began. 

Maybe falling in love with Sylus had happened this way — a slow, steady trust building over time, until without realising it, you had let your guard down around him.

Piece by piece, you had given him fragments of your heart, never noticing how much of it he held. And by the time you did, you were already falling — headfirst, hoping he will catch you in his arms. 

And he did. Every time. Steadily. Unfailingly. 

Now, as he stands in front of you, holding a kitten in his arms, his gaze soft as the tiny creature nuzzled into his chest, his smile unguarded, there’s a warm, tingling feeling in your chest.

He hasn’t noticed the change in your expression, too busy entertaining the snuggly feline in his arms. But the only thing you can think is I love you. 

You don’t think he realizes it, and keeping it to yourself didn’t feel right.

So you say it.

“Sylus.”

“Hmm?” There’s a smile playing on his lips as he glances up, and the second he sees your expression, he blinks. “What’s wrong, Sweetie?”

Your lips twitch, and warmth blooms in your chest, spilling over as the words finally leave your mouth.

“I love you, Sylus.”

For a moment, he appears startled, caught off-guard. His eyebrows lift, his lips parting in surprise as he processes the words. 

But then, it changes. A slow, pleased smile spreads across his face, and the warmth in your chest spreads all the way to your fingertips as his cheeks tinge a faint pink. 

A rare sight. He appears almost bashful as he chuckles softly, saying the words that have you smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt. 

“I love you too, Sweetie.”

You step closer, reaching to cradle his cheek, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. His skin is faintly warm under your touch, and though his blush has cooled, the pleased expression he's wearing tells you that you were right to tell him, after all. 

How else would you have seen him like this? 

You open your mouth to say something more, but before you can, a tiny paw presses against your chin, accompanied by a rather indignant meow that has you snapping out of the moment. 

You look down and notice the kitten squirming in his arms, clearly displeased about being trapped between the two of you. You laugh softly, instead reaching out to scratch behind its ears.

Sylus hums, amusement lacing his voice. "Where did that come from?" 

You shrug, giving the kitten’s tiny nose a light boop before looking at him again.

"Felt like telling you.” Your voice is light, honest. "Thought i should be upfront about my feelings."

Because you know he struggles with this — accepting love, believing he deserves it. That somewhere, deep down, he still wonders if happiness is something he’s allowed to have. You see it in the way he sometimes hesitates when you hold his hand, in the way he brushes off his own kindness like it’s nothing. 

But it’s not nothing. He’s not nothing. And if he won’t believe it himself, then you’ll just have to remind him, over and over, until he does. 

He chuckles again, shaking his head, but when he shifts the kitten to one arm, and takes your hand in another, giving it a gentle squeeze, you know he’s learning to believe it. 

“Your words are coated in honey, Kitten.”

He says it a touch teasingly, and you roll your eyes, reaching your free hand up to lightly pinch his cheek. His eyebrows lift, but he doesn’t move away. 

“Let’s go home, Sylus.”

He shrugs, fingers lacing through yours as you turn to walk together, the kitten nestling sleepily into the crook of his elbow.

And as you glance at Sylus, feeling the warmth of his touch, you think — This is it. This is exactly where I’m meant to be. 

Maybe, it was always meant to be.

Masterlist.

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[from-izzy]

be fair | nct park jisung

"You're not bringing us down. You're not bringing anybody down," Jisung shakes his head hurriedly. "I promise. We'll take this step by step remember?"

pairing » nct park jisung x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)

trope/au » established relationship au, non-idol au, implied friends to lovers

genre » fluffy fluff with a little hint of angst, hurt/comfort for the reader, supportive and patient boyfriend jisung, jisung who just wants to treat you right, also shy but sometimes confident (?) jisung

word count; estimated reading time » 1650; ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » mentions of a toxic past relationship (reader), jisung implied to be taller, rapid proofread once

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist

based on this request! thank you for sending it in anon and i'm sorry it took a while for me to write 😭 i hope you (and everyone else!) enjoys this one!!

The romantic season has finally started, and that also means that sweet treat of early leave that you applied for at the start of the year. You're keen on using the leave to spend more quality time with your loved ones, especially your boyfriend Park Jisung.

From the introduction from mutual friends, you've known Jisung for a long time. Long enough for him to know your favourite drink and your comfort food. Long enough for him to send you cute hamster videos, and comfortable enough for you to reply with a "That's you!" to which Jisung reacts to the message with a blushing emoji; his face perfectly depicted that emoji too.

The exchanges became pretty limited when you got into a relationship. Yes, Jisung is glad you were able to fall in love, but the dried tears on your face whenever he catches a glimpse of you make him feel otherwise. The one-year toxic relationship would continue for a few more months. Some of your friends were understandably frustrated with how you wouldn’t leave, and despite explaining that words aren't easily acted out, the stress only made your room swallow your sobs even more. In the end, when things were better, you confronted all and cut off some.

The reality is that, we could always be prepared for something, and give others advice but when it happens to us, the world stops. Rational thinking may follow after. At that time, you need to surround yourself with healthy and supportive people. That’s who how Park Jisung is to you.

Jisung really did take care of you, every step of the way. Whether it was sending groceries to our house, sending daily affirmations, and despite his lack of experience and nervousness, helping you draft an email to your boss for a short break to take care of yourself. He's open to telling you that he's not sure what to do, but through simple communication, Jisung was the key for you to escape your toxic ex-boyfriend, and the dreadful aftermath of the relationship. That relationship was ages ago, and now you're happily in a relationship with Jisung for a month.

"Ah," Jisung pouts at the reminder. "You're bringing that up again?"

"I can't help it!" You chuckle at your date who takes another spoonful of his soup, adjusting his scarf after to hide his blushing cheeks. "You said I was hot like soup and then confessed right after!"

If the table could come alive and swallow Jisung up, he would appreciate that very much. "But I really did mean it! You've always been hot but that day you were just, you know...amazing and beautiful...I couldn’t help but say my thoughts…"

Every time you bought this up, Jisung would always become flustered. Just like every other time, his cheeks and the tip of his ears flare, his eyes smile but look away from yours, and sometimes his speech stutters due to his racing heart. But this time, maybe it's the heart-shaped decoration by the entrance of the sore, the roses in the middle of the table, or the way that Jisung called this a date. The environment is bustling but not in the sharp clanging of cutlery on porcelain, but the laughter that wraps the both of you in a loving embrace. 

Last month, as Jisung delivered his feelings for you smoothly like the ice cream in your hands, your gaze on him softened. You doubt it was the ice cream that spread warmth through your chest and your cheeks. You’ve realised your growing feelings for him throughout the past year, but never dared to speak up; not after your relationship even though you know Jisung is nothing like your ex. Your love for Jisung grows after each date, after each brush against his skin and the kisses he places all over your features. Everything that Jisung did in your presence, reminds you that your feelings for him are reciprocated.

"I thought we agreed that I would pay next," sulking at the fact that you lost the credit card battle once more.

"There will always be a next time," pressing a quick peck on your lips.

Jisung's words have always seemed so confident, but just like the soup from dinner earlier, you're sure that the redness across his cheeks isn't from the cool weather. Even with thick winter gloves, you can feel Jisung's hold like you both were skin-to-skin as you walk along the illuminated footpath from open stores. You talk about everything that came up in your mind, taking turns to nod when Jisung does with yours. Your words are always safe with him, the same way his words are safe with you. Your stories continue to be shared, but it wasn't overbearing; not like how you were treated in your past relationship.

Similarly, Jisung loves to tell you about his day, and coo about the two birds leaning against each other not too far away. Jisung loves to go into detail on the things you talked about on text, all the while observing the windows of the shops for things you liked. You fall in love with his voice which pulls you back into the present whenever your mind drifts somewhere else. Whenever those times hit, Jisung has picked up on some things: the glimmers in your eyes fade, your fingers grow weaker or stronger around his, and your hums would be monotonic and randomise between the middle of his sentences instead of the end.

You're habituated to the shoes shuffling on the gravel, so when you stop, you immediately turn your head to Jisung who's a step behind you. Your eyes widen and your lips tremble at the realisation that you missed parts of his stories.

Your heart drops at your actions. I'm sor-"

"Are you alright?" He interjected. Your hands untangle from his as Jisung fixes your scarf. "Don't want you getting cold," lifting the material to cover your lips and chin better. His eyes resemble a smile when he's satisfied with the adjustment and he rests his palms on your shoulders.

"Sorry, I'm just thinking again," eyes downcasted to your shoes that pointed to his.

"No, it's okay," your boyfriend reassures. "I love listening to your voice. I can never get enough of it."

"Really? I just don't want you to feel like you have to listen to all these things because you really don’t have to-"

"But I love it," he cuts you off once more. Jisung slips a glove off, his palm cupping your chilly cheek. Your head tilts, meeting the reflecting Christmas lights behind you, and how clear your reflection from his orbs. "I love hearing all this because that means you trust me and are comfortable with me telling me all these things."

"Of course, I am, Ji," placing emphasis on the affirmative words. "I just hate how you've always treated me right from the start but I keep on doing this thing where my mind goes to the past and I just bring us down and-"

"You're not bringing us down. You're not bringing anybody down," Jisung shakes his head hurriedly. "I promise. We'll take this step by step remember?"

You focus on the soothing glides that his thumb did on your cheekbones, closing your eyes to savour the gentleness. Jisung steps closer to you, wrapping your body with his arms. His deep tone soothes your mind, and you place an ear to where his steady heart is. All the negative thoughts subside slowly, but surely.

"What you went through was scary, bubs," he whispers, "and I don't expect you to just get over it. You're allowed to be scared."

"But it's not fair on you, Sung..."

"What's not fair is you thinking that it's not fair.” A tear or two escapes your eyes, and your lips shudder at the sincerity of his voice. Your hand lifts, only to clasp onto the hem of his jacket. Jisung guides your breathing, messaging his fingers onto your scalp reassuringly. “You’re not being fair to anyone if you act like nothing happened. I want you to always be open with me, okay? I want to support you. Always.”

“Okay,” your answer comes out hushed, and you’re worried that Jisung didn’t hear it. 

You lift your head from his chest, intending to repeat your answer to make sure it gets across. But all words halted when Jisung’s lips fell upon your forehead dearly. The pink deepens into red across his cheekbones, and Jisung hides his eyes behind his overgrown bangs as he stares down at his shuffling feet. For yourself, the heat rises to your cheeks, and you’re sure that Jisung could feel them even through his gloves. And just if that wasn’t enough to make you melt in this winter, Jisung confesses his feelings for you once more as wills himself determinedly to look into your eyes.

“I love you. So, please be fair to yourself.”

There was no way that you could say anything to that, not with how he hits you the words filled with honesty. You see the way his eyes slowly morph into uncertainty at your silence, worried that he made you uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry-” His words are cut off with a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t be,” you beam at him with the cutest smile, brighter than the sunset behind you. “I love you too, Sungie.”

Delighted with the positive response, Jisung lowers his back to be at eye level with the person that he loves. His thumb traces along the bottom of your lip, index following the shape of your jawline as he gulps at where he puts his finger. You’re met with Jisung’s eyes, and no words are needed when you understand what he is asking for. Your sure nod left Jisung almost sweeping you off the ground, joining his lips with yours sweetly under the warmth of the sunset. 

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist

tags: @k-films @kflixnet @starlit-network @kstrucknet

@haneul-and-clouds

[mmmichyyy]

inspired by this snippet from the las culturistas podcast to write this silly gallavich ficlet 🥪

it's two in the afternoon, and ian is bored out of his skull.

the office temp job was supposed to be, well, temporary. an easy way to earn some cash, contribute to the squirrel fund, save a couple bucks for a rainy day.

but three months later he's still the office bitch - ordering office supplies, organizing files, killing a couple trees a day because documents can't be printed double-sided for some reason, getting everyone's coffee order, messing up everyone's coffee order (god forbid brenda drinks a latte with foam once in a while) - while spending every waking minute fighting the urge to blow his brains out.

ian checks his watch. two hours, fifty-five minutes, thirty-six seconds until he clocks out. thank god it's fucking friday, at least.

the great thing about being a lowly temp worker is the fact that no one pays him any attention. his cubicle is in a dusty corner with a desk and a worn out swivel chair that endless other temps have sat their ass on before him. as long as he finished his tasks for the day and people are sufficiently caffeinated, he can be on his phone and no one can say shit.

so obviously, he's swiping grindr on company time, because what the hell else is he going to do?

mickey. 23. dick me down hard or fuck off.

hm. the guy only has two pictures - one mirror selfie, blurry, though his slicked-back dark hair and blue eyes standout on milky skin. damn. already ian is into him.

but then. the other mirror pic, taken of his backside, is what makes ian believe in some kind of higher power up in the sky. because holy shit this guy might just have the nicest ass he's ever seen?? round, plump, partially covered in soft grey briefs, and ready to be devoured. hello?? yes??

ian: free tonight? i can dick you down good and hard :)

mickey: how long

ian: however long you want baby

mickey: i meant your dick dumbass

ian: oh

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mickey: meet me in 30 mins

ian blinks. thirty minutes? he glances at the time. 2:18pm. what kind of guy wants to meet for a hook-up in broad daylight? is he a sociopath? or a murderer who likes to see their victim clearly as he stabs them multiple times?

whatever. for a quality ass like that, it's a risk he'll have to take.

as usual, no one in the office even glances his way as he hastily grabs his backpack and bolts towards the elevator.

ian: address?

*

"i think you broke me," ian pants, flopping on his back, boneless and completely satiated. "oh my god. how... where did you even learn how to do that?"

mickey shrugs and casually lights a cigarette, as if he didn't just rock ian's entire world. twice. and again. "lots of practice."

"i didn't even know someone could bend that way," ian says in awe, completely fascinated by the magical gremlin with the nimble fingers. "and the thing with your tongue?? are you a trained acrobat or something?"

mickey blows out a line of smoke and offers up the cigarette between his fingers, to which ian eagerly accepts.

"i know what i like, and i'm good at it." mickey lightly pats ian on the cheek. ian responds by melting into a pile of goo. "you weren't so bad yourself, stud."

oh. oh no. ian is done for.

before he can say anything or unhinge his jaw wide open for round three? four? his stomach gurgles out a loud groan. very unsexy, quite possibly the least attractive sound, ever. ian blushes, hoping mickey didn't hear it. but then–

"you wanna get a sandwich?"

ian twists his neck to the side so fast, he nearly gets whiplash.

"what?!"

mickey snatches the nearly finished filter from ian's hand and stubs it out on the side table ashtray. jumps up from the bed and tosses over ian's shirt from the floor. "c'mon, get your ginger ass up. there's a deli down on the corner that makes a mean spicy meatball sub and the parm is to fuckin' die for. been thinking 'bout it all day."

"you wanted to have sex in the afternoon and now you want a sandwich? with me?" ian has had his fair share of hookups, but never has he met someone so sexually deviant yet simultaneously endearing like mickey. is he dreaming right now? "seriously, who are you??"

mickey scoffs. "you think i'm going to take it up the ass after eating a meatball sub? you're a fuckin' idiot. so you wanna go stuff yourself with tomato sauce or not?"

yeah. ian is in love.

[bcksbarnes]

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky is feeling plagued by his past so he asks you to cut his hair.

word count: 1.2K

genre: fluff, sad!bucky

bucky wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to do this, unfortunately his hair had been apart of him for so long that it was like an extension of himself. it was both a mask that represented a time that he wished to forget, and a reminder of the better human he needed to become. but, the thoughts of the tragedies he caused while looking the way did weighed heavy on his mind. he already spent most of his nights woke up with nightmares from his time as the winter solider, he couldn’t continue looking in the mirror and feeling the same way as well. 

“hey,” he says as he walks into your bedroom, leaning against the doorframe while he watches you lay in bed. when you don’t respond right away he calls your name, causing you to look up from your phone with a small blush on your cheeks. 

“sorry, nat’s on a date and i wanted to see how it was going.” you respond, placing the phone next to you on the bed. 

“did she answer?” he asks, a small smile on his face as he watches you. 

“yeah, she said he’s boring. what else is new.” you tease, your eyes raking over his face. it only takes you a second to realize he’s uneasy. “what’s wrong?” 

you two had been together long enough that it didn’t take much for you to know when bucky was upset or thinking about something. his usual quiet and brooding behavior was always met with small quirks like tapping his foot or biting his top lip when there was something on his mind. this time it was the former. 

he sighs as he kicks off the door frame, moving to the edge of the bed and sitting down, still an arms length away from you as he tries to think of how best to approach the topic. 

“can you cut my hair?” he lays it out, his fingers picking at a piece of lint at the bedspread, feeling sheepish as he doesn’t meet your eyes. he’s embarrassed by this for some reason. he’s cut his own hair before, usually when he was on the run and was able to find a rusty pair of scissors, but that was usually just a trim and now there’s something about the meaning behind this that makes it hard for him. 

your gaze softens as you hear his request, sitting up further on the bed as you wait to see if there was anything else he was going to say. when you were met with silence you speak up. 

“of course i can.”  

bucky looks over at you, his smile had faded a few moments ago and now all he could think about was how this was going to feel. liberated? angry? happy? he wasn’t too sure, and maybe that’s what scared him the most. 

he had done horrible things as the winter solider, things that he could never forgive himself for, but life was different now. he was deprogrammed, he was helping people, he met you and he was starting to feel like he was allowed a life of not always having his demons follow him around. he was ready to move forward. 

“hey.” you move off the bed to stand in front of him, your hand moving to gently grab his chin and tilt his head up towards you. “we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready, bucky.” 

he sighs softly at your touch, his hands moving to rest at your hips as he pulls you a bit closer, your legs slotted between his. it’s intimate and full of affection, you two always know how to keep your touches light but meaningul. 

“i am ready.” though he sounds like he’s trying to convince himself by saying it out loud. “i think ... i’m ready to stop torturing myself every day with the reminder of my past. i want to move forward. i want to show myself that i’m capable of moving forward.” 

your heart aches at his words because you will never understand the pain he goes through everyday, but there was nothing that was going to stop you from supporting him. your hand moves from his chin to cup both of his cheeks, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead. his grip on your hips tighten a bit as you hear him let out a shuttering breath that he had been holding in. 

his hands move up to press against yours, keeping your touch on his face close for a moment as he relishes in the comfort. and despite popular belief, bucky barnes needed comfort. 

it’s a few minutes later that the two of you are in the bathroom, bucky is sitting on a folding chair he managed to find and you had both the scissors and clippers ready to go.  

“are you sure?” you stand behind him as he sits, your hands on his shoulders as your gazes meet in the mirror in front of you. he nods his head softly, saying everything that he’s incapable of verbalizing in that moment. “okay, i’ve only cut hair like once so if it comes out bad don’t hate me for it.”  

bucky cracks a small smile before he closes his eyes, letting out one last deep breath before you get to work. a comb works through his long hair one last time, getting all the knots out as you place it in a short ponytail.  

the metal scissors are in your hand and you whisper a soft you got this to him before you begin to cut. it takes a second to cut through it all but before you knew it you were holding onto most of it in the ponytail. it was shorter, shaggier, needed to be buzzed down and given a little height – but he looked good. different, but good. 

you can feel the way he shifts anxiously while you use the clippers, having to tell him to stop moving on a few occasions so you didn’t accidentally cut him, but it’s over almost as soon as it starts, his eyes still closed tightly not wanting to look until the finish product. 

your hands find their way back to his shoulders once you put your tools down, taking a moment to admire your work and how different he looks. you bring your lips down near his ear. 

“you can open your eyes, buck.” 

a beat passes and you can tell he’s nervous to but he has to face it at some point. one last deep breath leaves his lips before his eyes flutter open, landing on the mirror in front of him. 

he doesn’t speak for a minute, his eyes taking in his features and his new defined haircut. it looks great, if you say so yourself, but in that moment he’s hard to read and you’re not sure what he’s going to say. 

bucky rests his elbows on his knees and his head drops forward, your hand soothingly rubbing his back. when he looks up again his eyes are red and teary, the moment obviously catching him off guard with how much it would mean to him. 

“how do you feel?” your voice is soft, keeping the both of you grounded in this moment which you know he appreciates.  

a tear slips from his eyes and he runs a hand through his freshly cut hair. one word slips through his lips. 

“free.” 

[nctinthehouse]

afternoon pick-me-up

❝ pairing: barista!reader x Jaehyun — genre: fluff — wc: 0.6k — ⚠️ warning(s): none — a/n: happy jaehyun day!! 🍑 a little something for jaehyun’s birthday! damn i actually miss him :(( ❞

It’s currently late afternoon. All you can hear is pitter patter of rain against the windows accompanied by chill café music in the background.

Usually, you would be dealing with the aftermath of a lunchtime rush. Sometimes, it can get really busy during those times. However, today wasn’t much of a rush at all. Maybe because it’s been pouring down since early this morning.

You haven’t really got anything to do so you just decided to check your phone for a little.

You glance up as you hear the door open and spot a familiar figure coming in.

He’s somewhat a regular customer, probably orders a drink, two or three times a week. Usually either the same or you notice that he takes a little time, staring at the menu, maybe thinking he should venture out a little with something different.

He’s quite a happy chap whenever you see him and, you think he’s cute too.

You really want to know his name and ask for his number, but, you being you, you absolutely do not have the courage to do so. Especially with someone so handsome and probably out of his league. And usually, it’s quite busy whenever he’s here, but today, right now, it’s very quiet. Probably because it’s pouring outside. Perhaps today’s the day you pluck up the courage and spark up a little conversation with him?

You sometimes wonder what he does for work. Is he a model? Could be, especially with a face like that.

You spot him finally making his way over to you as he decides what to get.

“Hi!”, you say with a smile on your face. “What can I get for you today?”

“Hey!” He responds with a beaming smile as always, whenever he’s here. “Um, can I get an iced latte please?”

“Sure! Anything else?”

You notice his facial expression slight changes, to a hesitate one it looks like but you ignore it.

“Um yeah…” his voice comes out a little hoarse so he clears his throat. “C-can I also get your number, please?”

You stare at him with wide eyes, blinking at him a few times, not expecting that. “W-what?”

The guy repeats his question, seemingly with confidence this time. “Can I get your number, please? I-it’s just that I think you’re really cute and you seem like a really sweet person. I’ve always wanted to talk to you. I mean, other than you taking my order, but, I know it can get quite busy here so I don’t want to disturb you. I mean… It’s okay if you say no-!”

You butt him in mid-sentence. “What? No, no! It’s cool!”

He looks at you with a beaming smile on his face again; dimples popping out in view. Gosh, you just want to poke his dimples.

“Thank you…” he takes his phone out and passes it to you so you can write your name and number. You pass his phone back and looks at your name and number.

“Thanks… uh, Y/N.” he smiles. “Cute.”

You let out a small chuckle.

“I’m Jaehyun by the way. Nice to meet you!” He reaches out his hand, and you reach back, shaking hands in unison as you both chuckle.

“Nice to meet you too!”

“So, Y/N, I’ll call you, or text. Whichever you prefer.”

“Sounds good”, you say with a smile.

“Great! I’ll, uh, see you around” he gives you a wink. You give him a small wave and he does the same back, you watch him walk out of the store.

You kind of stare at the door for a while, thinking back to what just happened. A slight blush forms on your cheeks, and you softly tap them with the tips of your fingers, trying to stop yourself from blushing even further. Then suddenly, you had a thought.

“Wait, did he just order a drink and walk out without one?”

As you get lost in thoughts, you suddenly feel a buzz in your pocket and take out your phone and see a text from an unknown number.

“Forget about the drink haha, I just wanted your number today :)”

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Okay so…

Maybe like 90s era James, he’s being all sweet but also so rough with you and you’ve been married to him for awhile and he finally wants to get you pregnant?? And like in the end he puts a plug in to make sure none of his cum falls out?

Just a random mash of ideas 😭

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You always wanted kids, they were just so cute and squishy, and you knew James would be a great dad. However, between touring and Lars being Lars, he didn’t know if it was the right move, so you held off for a long time.

You didn’t have forever, James knew that, you knew it better than anyone. You talked about it more and more frequently, but Metallica was touring so it was all over the phone and often those calls would end with James snoring and you having to hang up.

Now, you were sitting in the living room, waiting for James to get back from the airport. You heard his keys in the door, his bags landing with a few thumps as he dropped them. You looked over the back of the couch to watch James as he staggered over to you, he looked tired but more than anything there was a darkness in his eyes that you recognized from your years together.

He fell back next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you to his side. He leaned his head back on the couch and let out a heavy sigh. “Tired?” You asked, already reaching over to undo his jeans. He didn’t stop you and just gave a small nod.

“I’ve been thinking a lot.” He mumbled, adjusting himself so you could palm him through his boxers after you got his zipper down. “I wouldn’t be a great dad, you know?” He said, making you pause.

You looked up at him, brows furrowed slightly. “What do you mean? You’d be a great dad, Jamie.” You moved to sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead. “What makes you say you wouldn’t?”

James shrugged, accepting your little affectionate touches. “My dad walked out, my mom died, I moved in with my brother and he was… a brother.” He explained. “I didn’t think I’d be a good dad.” You couldn’t hide your expressions. This is what was keeping you from your dream life? You had the perfect man, financial stability, a great backyard. To you, everything was perfect. “But,” he continued, smiling when he saw you perk up at the news, “some of the crew brought their kids along.”

You waited for him to say more, anything else to add to that cliffhanger. “You-you’d be a great dad, Jamie, you know that.” James' smile widened and his muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him so he could litter kisses all over your face.

“They gave their kids to me whenever they needed someone to watch them.” He explained. “And… you know, I love you, you’re not getting any younger, though you look it.” You chuckled at his compliments, hiding your blushing face in his neck. “I’ve been away for quite awhile… how is it that we always celebrate tours?”

You didn’t need to respond. James lifted you up and carried you to your shared room, tossing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you, his lips locked on yours.

He tugged your pants down along with your panties, you always made sure to wear something nice underneath for James but you kept your comfies on over top since he was usually exhausted. You were pretty sure he was no better now, he just had more pressing matters to focus on.

His hands were cold as they slid under your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the ground. His own clothes followed shortly behind, his lips barely leaving yours.

His kisses trailed down your body, placing open mouth kisses just above your cunt. “James.” You purred, voice coming out all airy.

He moved back up your body so he was hovering over you, holding himself on his elbows planted on either side of your head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I can’t wait.” He mumbled, kissing along your neck while aligning his throbbing tip with your needy cunt.

He pushed into you in a single thrust, a low groan leaving him as he did. Your jaw dropped as he stretched you out, the familiar sting making your stomach twist. Of course he knew just the angle to drive you insane, he smiled down at you as he adjusted himself, listening for that little squeak you made when he hit it.

He stared down at your stomach, eyeing the bulge that formed. “You’re gonna look so beautiful, sweetheart.” He gleamed. “All swollen, pregnant…” His mind wandered to thoughts of you with his babies, one on your hip while the other hid behind your leg, maybe a third baby bump for the next.

His hips snapped up into yours, the start of an onslaught to your neglected cunt. James’s muscles tightened and relaxed, you watched in close detail as his body rocked into yours, making you bounce on the bed.

James let out a rough growl and leaned down, taking your tit in his mouth, lip encircling your nipple as he sucked and flicked the sensitive bun with the tip of his tongue, eyes on you the whole time and watching you fall apart so easily.

He cupped your other breast in his big hand, pinching and tweaking your nipple in his calloused fingers. Your back arched, you did your best to look at him but the pleasure he forced on you made it hard to not throw your head back.

“James!” You moaned. “James, m’so-m’so close!” He just stared at you, not changing anything about what he was doing to you, letting your high wash over you, the warmth that spread over your body, legs shaking on either side of him as he continued to rut ruthlessly into you.

A moan escaped him when you clenched around him. It had been too long since he felt you cumming on his cock, since he felt your gummy walls fluttering around him.

His high was quickly coming up on him, thrusts losing their rhythm as he mumbled something about babies. “Gonna fill you up so good, gonna-gonna get you all fat and-and- fuck!” With a few final thrusts he spilled himself into you, but he didn’t stop.

Your body was sensitive, cunt all puffy and used as his cock dragged against it, making you whine. “James- Jamie…” You looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pout.

James shook his head with a grunt. “M’not done yet.” He muttered, using his own cum as lube. “Not done until- till I’m sure…”

[cherrycheolkat]

• no blueberries, feat. mingyu, pt. 1 •

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pairing: kim mingyu x f!reader

word count: 4.1K

genre: fake dating, college au, college student!mingyu, college student!reader, fluff, f2l, idiots, idiots in love, angst, pining, denial of feelings

summary: mingyu was just your lab partner and study buddy for several semesters, but lately things seem to have changed, and maybe everyone else has noticed, but for the most part, neither of you even think about what you are to one another until mingyu asks you to be his 'fake' date for a long weekend trip so he can avoid an ex, the biggest problem is realizing that there's nothing fake about your relationship but when mingyu won't even talk about what you are to each other, you start to think things might be over before they even really start

warnings: explicit language, mentions of anxiety, sexually suggestive situations, drinking

a/n: they are literally idiots in love but they're so dumb they almost don't deserve a happy ending - i am screaming at them ;-;

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“please, y/n,” he was definitely begging now. 

she rolled her eyes, “dude, she’s your ex - you’re over her, just go and be normal, okay?” she was a bit annoyed at this point because he was over her, wasn't he, she wondered.

he whined softly, “seriously, just come with me, pretend you’re into me for like four days - i can’t deal with her, you know, alone,” she watched him stare at his textbook, looking fully embarrassed. 

she blinked quickly wondering how she was the friend being enlisted for this - to her they were mainly lab partners and study buddies. she had no clue how he had decided they were close enough to even bring this idea up. but she did feel bad. even as lab partners, she knew his ex was genuinely horrible, as in her entire personality was “gaslight, gate keep, girl boss” - as though those were positive things no less. 

she sighed, “i thought it was kind of a couples thing? since almost everyone is part of a couple,” she trailed off. 

he nodded, “yeah, it is, but she’s going alone - she told someone her whole goal is to fuck me one more time,” he mumbled the last part, blushing hard, “apparently, she ‘misses’ that,” he rolled his eyes, looking miserable. 

even she was shocked to hear that. it was certainly a new low. 

“that’s - that’s really shitty,” she sighed, not knowing what else to say. 

she watched him nod, still staring at his textbook, thumbing the edges of the page. she bit her lip gently, “can i think about it for a bit?”

he nodded, glancing up at her. she couldn’t help but notice how glossy his eyes looked - she worried he was on the verge of crying. she wasn’t equipped to deal with a crying mingyu. happy? sure. drunk? yes. whiny and ridiculous? no problem. 

but to see him on the verge of tearing up because he was worried or stressed or whatever, that was beyond her friendship scope. but to be fair, fake dating probably was too. even if she knew some people did mistake them for a couple. that really wasn’t the point.

the point was the longer they sat there fake studying, she knew what she was going to do. she couldn’t sit back while he went off to a terrible trip to the lake where he might be the target of his ex’s sexcapades. she knew he hadn’t dated since her, which would just be a point againts him - she could easily imagine, ‘oh baby, you haven’t even tried since me?’ - gross, she thought. besides, if he were gone for the break, she wasn’t really sure what she would do anyway. 

the standard was for them to study friday afternoon, and then they would usually met up at a party or something and would duck out for food when either of them got bored and go back to y/n's to watch tv and pass out. saturday was fairly similar, but sunday was more like study, and then they kind of always ordered food and watched tv or something. sometimes he slept on the couch - something her roommate would roll her eyes at whenever possible, espeically since ‘sometimes’ seemed to translate to almost every sunday. 

she had finally told him to just bring clothes so he would't be late for monday morning practices anymore. her roommate had wondered loudly why mingyu didn't just move into y/n's room and get a tiny corner of the closet already. she had ignored that unnecessary commentary. 

she groaned inwardly, “okay, fine - i’ll go with you, but you owe me,” you whispered. 

he glanced up, “really?”

she ignored that he sounded a little too happy and nodded, “yes, if it means you can avoid her insanity for the long weekend,” she tried to feel confident about the decision. 

luckily, she knew there was nothing between them. they’re only lab partners and maybe friends, at best, she tried to assure herself and ignore every other thought she had. 

⋆˙⟡

she truly hated packing for anything, and this trip was no exception. the only slight difference was mingyu hanging out on her bed while she packed this time. she wasn’t sure if he was nervous or what, but he kept shifting around on her bed - it reminded her of a puppy rolling around in the hope that someone would rub its stomach. she tried not to laugh at the mental image of him rolling around in search of belly rubs. instead, she tried to focus on what to pack. 

it was still warm enough to go swimming, despite the fact that it was ‘fall’ break, so she tried to decide on swimsuits. ultimately, she just packed them all - they were basically underwear anyway, she reasoned. 

“are we sharing a room?”

“yeah, you know, since we’re together and ‘finally admitting it’ - is that really what jeonghan said?” he asked. he had been annoyed about that response for at least two hours. 

“i literally showed you his text,” she mumbled as she hunted for friends-who-are-fake-dating appropriate sleepwear, aka her most oversized tshirts, sleep shorts that were as un-sexy as possible, and a few sweatshirts in case it was cold.

he sighed, “okay, but that’s such a flippant answer,” he complained. 

she snorted, “‘flippant’?”

“yes!”

she grinned, wondering when he started using words like ‘flippant’ in normal conversations. mingyu was one of those guys who she hadn’t taken seriously when she first met him - he was fun at parties, but when he wanted to study together, she had been seriously skeptical. but then she saw their first exam grades post and realized how well he had ranked. she had wondered if it was just his personality or if he actively worked to hide the fact that he was that smart. 

it hadn’t really mattered though since they had been studying together since then. something she distinctly remembered being an issue for his ex - katie had genuinely hated y/n and wasn’t quiet about it. it was maybe the only time she had seen mingyu fully lose his mind over something - she had never heard the words ‘get fucked’ said quiet so intensely, especially since that they were sitting in the library at the time. 

she sighed, “don’t you think it might be a little obvious for us to show up together?”

“not really - she always said we had some weird thing, so why not let her be right,” his voice was concerningly normal. 

she had been thinking about the fact that it was kind of a petty move. actually, there were loads of reasons she could think of for not going, including almost every scenario from a horror movie - she was not discounting serial killers in masks waiting in the woods. but her main concern was being confronted by katie - it just felt like a needlessly stressful way to spend her fall break.

“okay, but i mean, you couldn’t think of anyone else?"

he sighed, “like who? i hang out with you, i go out with you - you make sense,” his voice was soft, but he still sounded just a little disappointed that she was asking him…again. 

she rolled her eyes, “we could just hang out like normal and avoid this.”

she glanced at him, watching him mull over what she had said and not for the first time either. to be fair, her anxiety was only growing. she left him to go pretend to be discerning about how much of her skincare she was packing, even though she was blindly grabbing everything from her counter. when she walked back into her room, he was sitting up.

“even if she’s there, the trip is just to have fun and not be on campus - you know, a break at joshua’s nice lake house,” he didn’t look at her as he explained. 

she stared for a moment and turned back to her already exploding suitcase, “you only asked me because of her,” she felt like it was very obvious why she was going, but she heard him mumble something, which she ignored. instead, she violently jammed her clothes and toiletries into her bag. 

she absolutely hated that knowing katie would be there made her feel a tiny bit competitive - she had purposefully picked all of her smallest swimsuits - she had even gone to get waxed for this, something she definitely would never admit to anyone. she had even dragged out her status luggage bag - the one her step-mom had given her two christmases ago that made her cringe. there was also the little, tiny mean voice in the back of her mind that had always thought katie had never been good enough for mingyu anyway - she wasn’t especially cute, and her voice drove y/n up the walls - not to mention she was kind of dumb and objectively sucked at beer pong. y/n would also never admit that she used to play them on purpose just to beat them because she was good at beer pong. 

she jumped when mingyu touched her arm, “fuck, what?” 

she hadn’t even noticed that he was lying on his side, watching her jam everything into her bag.

“you don’t have to go,” he whispered. 

she swooped all of her hair off her shoulders in annoyance, mostly because there was something about the way he whispered, with this weird tenderness, that made her feel way too quivery. it wasn’t fair because she knew she never affected him like that. she just shook her head. she was totally fine with everything. plus, she didn’t believe him for a moment that she could just stay. she knew in her gut that she had moved something in their friendship past a boundary that she hadn’t even noticed, and now, she couldn’t just take it back without suffering the consequences. 

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she was glad she was driving. she could at least focus on the road, plus they were the ones tasked with stopping at the liquor store, so she only had to deal with mingyu and seungcheol - she only wondered briefly why no one cared that seungcheol was solo for the long weekend. actually, it only annoyed her slightly that mingyu had left that fact out - she knew he could have spent the entire break with seungcheol, no problem, which only made her wonder why he really asked her. worse was her wondering why it seemed to matter that mingyu sounded disappointed at the idea of her not going, accepting but unhappy - not like he had been when she said ‘yes’. 

she walked through the store, mainly looking for the things she wanted. her ideal party weekend was starting her day off with something bubbly and moving on to liquor by lunch. she wasn’t really paying attention to the cases of beer, tequila, and vodka mingyu and seungcheol were collecting. instead, she was in line to pay for her stuff and some edible gummy candies she noticed last minute - she grabbed several of those. she could’ve kicked herself for not asking her roommate’s girlfriend for some weed before she left. she waited next to her car for them to come out, answering a few texts. she ignored the ones from mingyu. she couldn’t help that she was from a family of people who completely avoided their emotions, plus she could see the message preview - it wasn’t anything life-changing. 

when they came out, she wasn’t super shocked by the very full cart or the fact that they practically filled the back of her suv - they had to move their bags into the seat with seungcheol. it was like half the soccer team, their girlfriends, and friends for five nights, after all. the team wasn’t known for holding back at any of their parties - the rule was ‘no empties.’ she could only hope that the people getting food were grabbing enough to balance everything out. 

the rest of the drive was uneventful. it was pretty though - even if it still looked like summer and not a bit like fall. 

the house was a massive hunk of glass overlooking the lake. everything was very modern and sleek inside. she had been imagining something a little more cozy, less brutal. but that didn’t really matter, especially when they started divvying up the rooms - she and mingyu had a room that shared a bathroom with seungcheol’s room. and it hit her immediatly, mingyu was staying in seungcheol’s room. she wasn’t sure why it annoyed her, but it did, especially when she planned to be sharing a room with him. 

she starfished out on the bed - her bed - and decided she would probably go home the next day. there was literally no reason for her to be here, and there probably never had been. also, sharing the bathroom with two whole ass guys just sounded miserable. she sat up after a few moments of moping, remembering the edibles she had - she ate three and dropped back onto the bed. she wasn’t planning on coming out of her room. mingyu could get fucked, she decided. 

it was seungcheol who was leaning over when she woke up with a yelp, “what the fuck?” her heart was pounding. 

he laughed, “sorry, mingyu wondered if you were okay, so i came to check,” he raised an eyebrow, “you seem alive, though,” he concluded.

she rolled her eyes, “thanks for the astute diagnosis, dr. choi,” she murmured and fell back onto the bed.

he laughed, “seriously though, you good?”

she exhaled loudly, “is he like standing in the bathroom or something?”

seungcheol shook his head.

“liar,” she groaned and rolled over, “i’m going home in the morning, so he can stop feeling whatever way he’s feeling.”

seungcheol looked surprised, “you’re just heading back? isn’t this like the first time you’ve like been somewhere together?”

she shrugged, “and?” your annoyance was definitely coming through, loud and clear.

seungcheol nodded, “right, you two have weird vibes, but look, i need him out of my room - my date is here, and i actually want to spend time with her.”

she could only roll her eyes, “so four people and one bathroom - this is only getting better,” she sighed, “i should just go home now.”

seungcheol shrugged, “whatever, just say it’s okay for him to come in here, so he stops whining in my room - it’s seriously killing my mood.”

“okay, whatever, i don’t care.” 

this was truly going downhill as far as she was concerned. and why would mingyu be whining to seungcheol anyway, she wondered. she heard him come into the room, but she didn’t move. even when he sat on the bed, she stayed still. 

“are you really leaving?”

she pressed her lips together, thinking, “probably not, but seriously, why did you even ask me?” 

she had maybe run out of whatever annoyance she had felt before at being woken up out of nowhere, plus her edibles were wearing off. she sat up so she was next to him, “just tell me what this is - like i’m a buffer, right? but you didn’t tell anyone that i was just coming along, you told them we’re dating, and that comes with like expectations,” she trailed off. 

“since when do you care about expectations?”

she wondered if smacking him would be too strong of a reaction. 

this was all such a bad idea. she was going to have a shit weekend and probably lose her friend in the process. 

⋆˙⟡

the rest of the night was uneventful, with everyone filtering in and no one eating at the same time. she grabbed food and something to drink and mostly avoided conversation, especially if it had to do with her and mingyu. 

she also decided if she pretended this was like a retreat, she could just focus on swimming and hiking since, according to her phone, there were some great trails around. and obeying her fake retreat rules, she grabbed some extra water and headed to bed early - she needed to sleep if she was going to go for a sunrise swim. she was glad that she brought a sleep mask and ear plugs.

her only problem was mingyu’s texts. he hadn’t answered her question about why he asked her or explained why he went nuclear and told everyone they were dating. she had thoughts on what was going on, but she was as bad as he was. even lying in bed, in her not sexy at all clothes, her brain was in overdrive thinking about him in ways she didn’t want to be, especially since her phone kept going off. she knew he was thinking about her, even if it was this pretend, fake way - it didn’t matter. she pulled her pillow over her head to try to drown out the telltale buzzing. she refused to check her phone. 

even when she finally heard the sounds of people going to bed. she cringed at the idea of seungcheol fucking. her gut reaction was that man would be loud. 

she heard the footsteps outside their door, “come on mingyu - baby, just come to my room - you know you want to,” she sat up, knowing the voice immediately. 

“no, i told you i’m not” — she heard the sudden wet sounds of a kiss.

“fuck, katie, stop - what are you not hearing?” she could hear the edge in his voice. 

she sighed, she was technically there to help him avoid this kind of thing. she got out of bed and pulled off her sleep shorts, so she was clearly down to just her panties and tshirt, and tossed her sleep mask. 

she walked to the door and opened it slowly, “gyu?” she made sure sleep was thick in her voice, as she pouted up at him adn tugged his shirt sleeve, “come to bed,” she whispered, biting her lower lip gently. 

she didn’t even look at katie, just him.

he looked at her, “hey, baby,” he didn’t miss a beat, pulling away from katie as fast as he could and walking into their room after her, closing and locking the door. 

she walked back over to the bed and flopped back onto the soft mattress, “helpful enough?” she asked. 

the low light from outside was enough for her to see him nod, “sorry we woke you up,” his voice was soft. 

she shook her head, “it’s fine, just come to bed - i want to swim in the morning,” she was already happily back under the duvet. 

he was gone long enough for her to doze, but she opened her eyes when she heard him, “do you literally mean come to bed?”

she turned over and threw the covers back and patted the spot next to her. he still looked uncertain. she sighed and moved so she was on her knees - she grabbed his hand, “how much more of an invitation do you need?”

“you didn’t even check my messages,” his voice was so small - he sounded hurt. 

she tried to find some answer in the way he was looking at her. but there was nothing besides the fact that she had hurt his feelings. ignoring him was the only thing she knew genuinely drove him nuts - he had told her when they were strictly lab partners how much he hated it - how much it annoyed him. she rarely ignored him. but she had tonight, mainly because her own thoughts were kind of fucked, seeing his stream of conciousness texts would have made it worse.

“so let me apologize,” she whispered, pulling his hand gently - it wasn’t lost on her that he was just in his underwear. 

he let her pull him into bed, and she straddled him, reaching down to smooth his hair back from his face, “what hurts, baby?” 

he touched his lips - she nodded, leaning down to kiss him softly. she held his jaw gently and kissed him slowly. she moaned faintly when she felt his hands ghost along her lower back and under her shirt. his hands were so warm, she shivered. she deepened their kiss, tracing her fingers through his hair as she did, loving how soft his hair was. they stayed that way, making out like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. even when she felt one of his hands slide down over the curve of her ass to trace his fingers under the hem of her panties, she didn’t break the kiss. she wasn’t worried about where his hands might wander. there were only so many things he could touch. 

when she finally pulled away to breathe, she still played with his hair, “so, tell me what we’re doing, mingyu - so we both know, please.”

she could feel his hands on the backs of her thighs - he squeezed her thighs lightly, “what we do every weekend, y/n,” his voice was low.

she bit her lip softly, thinking about the weekend before, letting all her memories bubble to the top. her favorite part was the way he had held her back against his chest, leaning down to kiss her while he fucked her from below. 

she shook her head gently, “just say it - tell me the way you told everyone else,” she murmured. 

she waited for anything besides silence before sitting up and shaking her head. she moved to her side of the bed. she didn’t understand how they had gone so fluidly from one thing to another without really talking about it at all. but then again, that was maybe exactly how it happened - they hadn’t called it anything - it was just what they did. and she hadn’t cared about what it was anymore than he had until he brought it up - until he told people what they were. but somehow, that was the fake part - actually calling it a relationship wasn’t real, even though they had clearly been more than friends or anything else for months. 

⋆˙⟡

she went to sleep purely for spite. and when she woke up with her alarm, she slipped out of bed, grabbed her swimsuit and went to change. it was when she walked out of the bathroom and by the bed that she felt him grab her hand gently, “are you really going out?”

she nodded, “yeah, why shouldn’t i do the stuff i want?”

“i didn’t say you shouldn’t,” he let go of her, sighing as he shifted around under the duvet. 

she didn’t repsond, instead, she just grabbed her stuff and went quietly through the house and out the back. she walked along the dock, pausing at the end for a moment before jumping into the cool waters. even when she surfaced, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. she floated, thinking about the fact that whatever they were was only nameless when they were alone. she laughed to herself. 

she got out when she started to feel chilly. she dried off and walked back to the house. she poked around the kitchen to find something for breakfast and some ice - she had kept her own drinks in their room, knowing they would be gone otherwise. 

she went back to their room, bypassing the bed in favor of going onto the balcony they had. she hadn’t looked at it the night before. she only went back in to grab a bottle of champagne. she popped the cork, not really caring that it wasn’t chilled yet. she sipped it before sticking the bottle in the ice she had gotten. she ate fruit and some leftover steak she had found in the fridge. she scrolled through her socials. 

a few of her friends had messaged to ask if she were really dating mingyu - her blanket response was easy, ‘no.’ 

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a/n: told you they are dumb af

♡ kat

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Perfect for us (Greyson x reader)

Words: 2191

Tags: pre-relationship; fluffy; first kiss; confessions; brief misunderstandings; Greyson blushing beautifully; Greyson being shy but trying to be assertive; you’ve been friends for a while, in case it wasn’t clear ashusahuoahuea

Happy Valentine’s Day!

“This is it!” You say to yourself. With one last glance at the car’s rearview mirror, you meet your own determined gaze. “You got this!” Taking a deep breath, you step out of the vehicle with a box of chocolates in hand.

The mantra “it’s okay, everything will be fine” echoes in your mind as you walk through Akso Hospital. The parking lot, the garden, the main reception… You know the way by heart, and your body leads you without hesitation to the cardiology ward.

And that’s when your body betrays you.

Your feet freeze in place when you see Yvonne’s desk and the flow of people bustling back and forth. Your eyes lock onto the floor as your mind reminds you that, despite it being Valentine’s Day, it’s still just another workday for those tirelessly working there. The determination you had five minutes ago starts to crack as you realize that your presence might disrupt his work — especially for something so… trivial.

If regret could kill, you’d be dead on the floor right now.

How did you not think of this before? It’s obvious this was a stupid idea! Who buys chocolates for their crush and brings them to a hospital to give them? Sure, the hospital is his workplace, but that doesn’t help now! You shouldn’t have come to his workplace for this… You can give him the chocolates another day. Probably. You should just turn around and leave before someone sees you.

“Excuse me, Miss!” A voice calls from behind you, but you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t even recognize who it belongs to.

“Sorry,” you reply, stepping to the side, thinking you were just in someone’s way. Your eyes remain fixed on a random spot on the floor, your shoulder leaning against the wall as you continue your internal debate.

The person passes by and stops next to you for a few seconds, but you don’t even notice. Only when a pair of feet appears in your line of sight do you realize that the person is now standing in front of you. Confused, you look up, meeting familiar gray eyes that watch you with curiosity behind the glasses.

“Greyson!” Your eyes widen, and your first reaction is to grip the box of chocolates tightly as you hide it behind your back.

“Ah, so you finally noticed me here,” he says with a light teasing tone, his usual gentle gaze locked on you. The doctor obviously notices your suspicious and far from discreet movement, but he just gives a small smile as he speaks. “What brings you here?”

“I… I was, uh, looking for someone.” 

“I can help you, if you’d like. Who do you need to talk to?”  

“No, I… I should leave and wait for another time to talk to him. The hospital is busy, and I don’t want to interrupt. This was a silly idea,” you smile awkwardly.

“Oh…” A look of understanding passes across his face as his gray eyes briefly fall on your arm, still hidden behind you, for a fraction of a second, but it’s more than enough for you to notice. His smile falters when he realizes what’s going on, and his voice sounds less cheerful when he responds. “I see.”

The man can’t help but feel upset, especially because he put in extra effort and worked later than usual in the past few days to try and have some free time to ask you out today. The whole thing was supposed to be a surprise, given that emergencies happen all the time at the hospital, but he had just made sure his plan could go ahead when he saw you standing in the middle of the hallway. And now knowing that you were here at the hospital possibly to deliver chocolates to someone else…

The expression on his face changes in a way you’ve never seen before, and it takes you a few seconds to process the situation and realize you need to do something. He’s misunderstanding everything! A frantic voice echoes in your head. You need to swallow your embarrassment and negative thoughts, and do this right, before he thinks you’re there for someone else! Before this turns into a communication problem that can’t be undone.

All the lunches together and the almost daily messages, even if it’s just to wish each other a good morning. All the rides he’s given you home, and how you both drag out the goodbyes just to spend one more minute together. All the sneaky glances and late-night phone conversations when he’s off work.

All the times you lay in bed and wondered if friends felt this way when they were together, or if this feeling was something more. All the times you stared at the ceiling of your room while realizing that the butterflies in your stomach were signs that what you felt was more than just friendship. All the times you wondered if the shy smiles he gave you were just for you, and if they meant something more. And the time you realized that, if you wanted to be sure, you could use Valentine’s Day in your favor.

And now here you are, watching his face change completely. His brows furrow as he looks away to a random spot on the floor beside him, and his lips break the sweet smile he always gives you. Your heart tightens seeing him like that, but it also makes your determination come back stronger.

“Greyson!” You call out louder than necessary, pushing yourself off the wall and straightening up in a sudden movement. He turns his gaze to your face, slightly startled by the sudden action. “Are you busy right now? I mean, of course, you’re always busy, you’re exceptional at everything you do, and that’s why your schedule is always exploding, but... What I want to know is if you’re too busy right now, or if we can talk for a moment?”

“Huh?” He blinks a few times, trying to process the barrage of words you just threw at him in a record time of five seconds. He clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck in an attempt to calm his own heart from the compliment. “Well... Actually, my schedule is completely free right now.”

“Really?! Then... Do you want to go somewhere?”  

He looks at you, confused. “Didn’t you—”

“No.” You cut him off before he finishes the sentence, breaking into a smile. “Meow Cafe?”

Greyson raises an eyebrow in silent questioning but doesn’t comment on your sudden change in behavior. With a sigh, he agrees. “Sounds great. I’ll just get my things.”

“I’ll wait for you in my car then!”

He nods and turns toward his office. You stay there, your hand still hidden behind your back until he’s out of your sight. Now that you’re going out together, you decide to give him the chocolates at the cafe. It’ll be so much more romantic and perfect that way!

You’re separated for just a few minutes, but you’re so anxious that it feels like hours when the brown-haired man appears at the meeting spot, his cheeks flushed from practically running to get to you faster.

The ride to the cafe is short, filled with random topics as your mind re-plans how you’re going to confess to him. And your Plan B falls apart when you reach the destination and see the place packed, and with a huge waiting line outside. Without reservations, you both give up and try another place. And another, and another… But every place is full because of Valentine’s Day.

A heavy sigh escapes you as you park the car in some random square. The sun is starting to set, painting the sky and you both in twilight colors, and you’re on the verge of giving up on everything. Maybe everything that’s happened is a sign for you to stay quiet and say nothing. Another sigh, and you notice some movement beside you when Greyson moves in the passenger seat. You turn your face to look at him, but he just watches you cautiously for a few moments.

“Something’s bothering you, and it’s been since the hospital.” His voice is low, but he says it with complete certainty. There’s no need to ask; he knows you well enough to tell when something’s wrong. You don’t respond, but the way you furrow your brows and set your lips in a straight line is enough of an answer for him. “Is it... because you didn’t find who you were looking for at the hospital? You wanted to spend Valentine’s Day with him, right? And it didn’t work out.”

“Wait, what?”  

“It’s fine. I could offer to help you find him.”

“Greyson, that’s not…” You try to speak, but he places his index finger on your lips. The smile that spreads across his face is subtle, but enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes slightly, which gaze at you with that determined gleam you’ve come to love. Even if you wanted to, you don’t think you’d be able to explain yourself at this moment, so you end up giving in and staying quiet.

“However, I don’t… want that. If I can be honest… That’s not what I want at all.” The guy seems to be struggling for the right words, his cheeks growing redder with every passing second. “I know this is going to sound incredibly selfish, and it’s not fair to you, and now is definitely not the best or most romantic time, but… I had everything planned to ask you out today, for a Valentine’s Day date,” he says, waiting a few seconds for you to process what he said. Your eyes widen, and your breath stops, and he laughs through his nose in a self-deprecating way. The finger that was still on your lips falls, just like his shoulders, and he pulls back a bit as he sits properly in the seat again. “What I mean is… I like you more than just as a friend, and if I can make you change your mind, I will. I know it sounds selfish, and here in the car, in some random spot in the city, it’s definitely not what I had in mind when I planned to tell you—”

You don’t let him finish; you’ve heard more than enough, more than you expected. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, you pull him closer as you lean forward, pressing your lips to his in a chaste and quick kiss, but it’s enough to leave the guy stunned.

“Greyson…” you whisper, pulling away slowly. His cheeks are redder than you’ve ever seen, even reaching up to his ears, and he looks absolutely adorable like that. “Like I tried to tell you: it’s not what you think. Yes, I was looking for someone at the hospital, and I wanted to spend Valentine’s Day with him. And in the end, I did.” You turn to the back seat, grabbing the box of chocolates you had placed there while waiting for him and placing it in his hands, which are frozen in his lap. “It’s not what I had planned either, but... Happy Valentine’s Day, Greyson. I didn’t manage to make homemade chocolates, but I picked these with love, exclusively for you, because I like you more than just a friend too.”

He alternates between looking at the chocolate and at you a few times, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he tries to remember what words are and how to say them to you.

“I... feel a little stupid now…” He finally says, furrowing his brow and pouting adorably.

“Well, to be fair, this would’ve been solved if we’d talked, and I think we were both waiting for the right and perfect moment. But sometimes, things happen at the most random and unplanned moments.”

Greyson keeps his confused frown, and you laugh softly, the melodious sound quickening his heartbeat while also calming him in a whirlwind of emotions. The only certainties at the moment are that he needs to hear you laugh more, see you smile more, and definitely kiss you more.

Holding the chocolate in one hand, he reaches out with the other, resting it gently on your neck. His thumb gently caresses your cheek, and he takes a deep breath before leaning in, this time being the one to initiate the kiss. He dares to ask to deepen the kiss, his tongue seeking permission, and you sigh as you give in. In a cliché rom-com moment, you feel an electric current run through your body, warming you from the inside out. Your hand moves to his hair at the nape of his neck, tangling and gently stroking it, and he can’t help but smile during the kiss.

The butterflies don’t just flutter aimlessly, they twirl and dance in your stomachs, but the sensation is wonderful. You both feel that it’s right, that this is what you’ve always wanted.

And as the night slowly falls, you kiss each other again and again and again…

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[vintageshanny]

Zippers and Kisses

This is just a flirty fantasy I’ve created in my mind after reading the story behind these pictures in Shirley Connell’s book.

Content: Elvis being the marvelously complex person that he was - confident, insecure, sweet, funny, etc. PG13 I think?

October 1976

“See? I told you that it was him!” Trudy exclaimed triumphantly as she whipped her car into the gas station parking lot. “I’d recognize that sexy bod anywhere,” she added with a giggle.

“Me too,” Effie whispered, almost to herself, her heart pounding out of her chest as she watched Elvis climb off his motorcycle and saunter into the building. “Don’t let Jim hear you say that, though,” she warned her friend.

Trudy rolled her eyes at the mention of her husband’s jealousy of Elvis. “Yeah, I guess you’ll have to do all the flirting tonight.”

“I’ll be lucky if I can remember my name,” Effie murmured as she got out of the car, somehow propelling herself forward as if she wasn’t about to have the most surreal experience of her life.

As they approached the building, Elvis came walking back out with two of his guys following close behind.

“Hey Trudy honey, how’ve ya been?” Elvis asked, nodding at her and Effie.

Trudy could never fully grasp that Elvis knew her name, even after years of hanging out by the gate and talking to him whenever she got the chance.

“Good, Elvis, it’s so nice to see you. This is my friend Effie, she’s visiting Memphis for a few weeks and really wanted to meet you.”

Elvis looked over intrigued as Trudy discreetly backed away and started a conversation with the guys. She knew Effie really wanted to talk to Elvis alone, but that was never easy these days.

“Ya really wanted ta meet me?” he asked, sounding oddly flattered, as if there were not millions of women dying to meet him.

“Of course. I mean, I’m such a big fan of yours. I have all of your records,” Effie rambled nervously, sounding like a starstruck teenager instead of the 29-year-old woman she was. Elvis looked amused as she continued on. “I’m sorry, I’m so nervous. I, um, I just think you’re so special.”

Elvis’ smile widened noticeably at that. “Aw honey, ain’t no need ta be nervous around little old me. I’m just a regular guy.”

“A regular guy out for a midnight motorcycle ride with an entourage and a pack of groupies following.” Effie laughed, finally letting herself relax.

“Exactly. Oh, did ya wanna see my badge?” Elvis suddenly asked excitedly, unzipping his jacket to show off the badge on his belt.

“Oh wow, it’s sparkly!” Effie exclaimed as she leaned down to get a closer look.

“I had some diamonds added to it,” Elvis explained proudly, looking down with a smile as she studied the badge. He tilted it a little bit so she could see the diamonds better. He saw her eyes trail to the rings on his fingers and then to something else below his belt.

Effie’s eyes widened as she noticed a little glinting piece of metal that was not in its proper position. She blushed as she thought how easy it would be to reach her hand into that opening in the fabric and touch the bulge that was nestled there. She blushed even harder when she looked up and saw Elvis staring down with a little crooked smirk on his face.

“Honey, somehow I don’t think you’re lookin’ at the badge anymore. Somethin’ else caught your eye?” he teased, his tongue slipping out to lick his lips.

“Yes, I mean it’s just that...” Effie leaned in close to him and lowered her voice. “It’s just that your zipper is down,” she whispered.

“It is?” Now it was Elvis’ turn to blush as he reached down and yanked the zipper up hurriedly. He tried to pull the zipper up on his jacket as well, feeling suddenly much too exposed. He should’ve just stayed home tonight.

Effie watched as Elvis fumbled with the zipper on his jacket, his cheeks turning pinker by the second. He’s embarrassed and self-conscious, she thought to herself, her heart melting at the realization.

She put her hands on his and gently instructed, “Let me help you.” She carefully lined up the zipper and pulled it halfway up, noticing with delight how the jacket pulled tautly across his soft middle.

“Thank ya, honey,” Elvis mumbled, feeling like a fool.

How to get back to that flirty banter? Effie wondered. Time to be bold. “Y’know, I would’ve helped you with your other zipper too.”

There was that beautiful lopsided grin again. “Is that right, honey?”

“Yes, look how good I am at making sure the teeth are all lined up right.” She trailed her finger down the zipper of his jacket, letting her hand rest on his stomach.

“Oh baby, I don’t think I want ya usin’ any teeth down there at all,” Elvis laughed.

Effie’s face turned red, but Elvis’ loud uninhibited laugh was contagious, and she couldn’t stop herself from giggling.

“You didn’t have to come out here with your zipper down to get my attention, I would’ve been looking anyway,” she teased.

Elvis grinned and looked away, shaking his head a little as he blushed again. “You’re really somethin’, honey, y’know that?”

“I mean it, Elvis. You look so good. So good,” she repeated

“Tryin ta butter me up, huh? That must mean ya want somethin’. What can I do for ya baby?”

Effie felt her body go into some sort of sensory overload as Elvis grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in close to him, still smiling as his fingertips caressed her lower back.

“Well,” she squeaked out. “As long as you’re offering, I would love a kiss.”

“A kiss?” Elvis repeated, leaning in closer, relishing the feeling of a woman’s soft body reacting to his touch.

Effie nodded, unable to form words any longer as Elvis’ lips moved closer, slightly parted. His breath was warm and sweet against her own as his plush mouth finally landed on hers. She felt a soft flick of his tongue against her lips before he pulled back, the expression on his face as blissful as she felt.

“How was that honey?” he asked, his eyes searching her face for reassurance that he still had something special to offer.

“My whole body is tingling,” Effie whispered, her judgment clouded from her state of euphoria.

“Mine too,” Elvis chuckled. “I might have some more zipper problems soon.”

“Well you know who to call for help.” Effie smiled up at him as he gave her another tight squeeze before turning to get his helmet from one of his guys.

“I hope I see ya around again, honey. Don’t forget about me.”

“Well?” Trudy demanded as they got back to the car. “I gave you some time alone with him. Was it everything you’ve dreamed of?”

“He was so sweet and vulnerable and human.” Effie leaned back in her seat, still in a daze. “I think I can die happy,” she whispered.

[larluce]

The Arthurs and Merlins I created celebrating Valentine's day

Guide so you don't get confused:

Merlin and Arthur from my Time travel AU will be: Merlin🌳 and Arthur🕐

Merlin and Arthur from my Merlin as a shapeshifter falcon AU will be: Merlin🦅 and Arthur🦅

Merlin and Arthur from my fic "The Dragonlord's son series" will be: Merlin🐉 and Arthur🐉

Emrys, Merlin and Arthur from my fic "From the Grave to the Cradle" will be: Emrys🧙‍♂️ , Merlin⛏️ and Arthur⛏️

Merlin and Arthur from Merlin arrives in Camelot with a baby AU will be: Merlin🧑‍🍼 and Arthur🧑‍🍼

Merlin and Arthur from Deaf Arthur AU will be: Merlin🦻 and Arthur🦻

Emrys🧙‍♂️: (with a boring voice and expressionless) Welcome to this wonderful especial. 😒

Arthur🦅: Why is he hosting? He sounds so...

Merlin🦅: Dead?

Arthur🕐: He is the oldest. Have some respect.

Merlin🧑‍🍼 and Arthur🧑‍🍼: (Arrive, Arthur carring Biddy in a baby carrier)

Merlin🧑‍🍼: Sorry, we're late. (elbows Arthur) I told you to not give her cake! 😠

Merlin🐉: Oh, how cute! 🤗 (runs to see the baby) Whose baby is this?

Merlin🧑‍🍼 and Arthur🧑‍🍼: (at the same time) Ours 😊😊

Arthur🐉: You are parents?! 😨 But you look so young...

Merlin🦅: So? We are even younger and we are parents too.

Everybody else: What?! 😨😨😨😨😨😨

Merlin🧑‍🍼: Really? 😃 That's great! Then your baby can play with ours.

Arthur🦅: Babies. They are five.

Everybody else: FIVE?!!!😱😱😱😱😱😱

Arthur🧑‍🍼: And where are they?

Merlin🦅: Let me called them (calls out) Guardian! Rain! Blizzard! Brave! Wary! Come meet your new sister!

5 young merlin falcon: (fly until they perch in Merlin🦅's arms and chirp) Sister! 😄😄😄😄😄

Merlin🧑‍🍼 and Arthur🧑‍🍼: ...

Merlin🧑‍🍼: They... they are...

Arthur🧑‍🍼: Birds.

Arthur🦻: (signs to Merlin🦻) I think I didn't read their lips correctly. Did they just say those birds are their children?

Merlin🦻: (signs back) No, you didn't read wrong.

Merlin🦅: So, can they play together? 😃

Merlin🧑‍🍼: Uhm... sure.

Emrys🧙‍♂️: (conjures a children's playpen)

Arthur🧑‍🍼: Oh, thank you. (puts Biddy in the playpen)

Merlin falcons: (fly inside the playpen)

Merlin🦅: Do not scratch or peck her too hard. Her skin is fragile and soft.

Merlin falcons: (chirp) Yes, Mama 😊😊😊😊😊.

Merlin⛏️ and Arthur⛏️: (10 and 12 years old repectively) Can we play with them too? 😃😃

Arthur🧑‍🍼: (shrugs) Sure. Why not?

Merlin⛏️ and Arthur⛏️: YAY! 😄😄 (Enter the playpen)

Merlin🐉: Why are they still children?

Emrys🧙‍♂️: The author hasn't updated our story in a while.

Merlin🌳: Alright, now that the children are entertained. Let's get back to what we were doing.

Arthur🦻: And what are we doing? Sorry, I'm kind of new here.

Arthur🕐: This is a Valentine's especial, so Arthurs and Merlins from different universes came here to celebrate our love. 🥰

Merlin🌳: Awww you are such a corny idiot (kisses Arthur🕐's cheek)

Arthur🦻: (blushes) Wait... you are ALL couples? 😳

Merlin🦻: (blushes furiously too)

Merlin🐉: Well, besides child Merlin and child Arthur over there, yes. Why? Are you not?

Arthur🦻 and Merlin🦻: (as they sign at the same time) NO!😳😳

Emrys🧙‍♂️: (whispers to Arthur🕐) It seems the author hasn't developed that part of their story yet. They are pretty new indeed.

Arthur🦻: (could easily read his lips) Not yet? What do you mean by that?

Arthur🕐: Nothing! Valentine is also to celebrate friendship. And you are friends, aren't you?

Arthur🦻 and Merlin🦻: ... yes?

Emrys🧙‍♂️: Great! so... LET THE CELEBRATION BEGIN! (makes heart shaped fireworks appear in the sky and then tables with flowers for each couple appear) Each Arthur take your respective Merlin and sit.

Merlin🌳: (To Arthur🦻, before he goes to his table) I love your accent 😊. Are you from other country in your story or something?

Arthur🦻: (embarrased) Is... not an accent... (goes to his table)

Merlin🌳: (looks at him confused, but then goes to his table)

Emrys🧙‍♂️: Now. (turns to see the audience) While they enjoy their romantic dinner, the public will decide. You can ask questions to any of the Merlins or Arthurs that are here or even made them do the dynamics you like. Be my guest! What will be your first request?

[sturns-mermaid]

SUBMITTING TO AUTHORITY

valentines special! | more here | i had to do sub matt in office setting <3 | might do a part 2?

I'm not responsible for what you consume on the internet, read at your own risk!

🎀 wc: 1.7k

proof read by @whore4mattsturniolo

WARNINGS: sub matt x dom reader, ceo/boss x employee, spanking (with ruler), oral (f receiving), use of "good boy", shy matt x rough reader ish, humiliation? - lmk if i missed any

Being the CEO of a company was difficult, to say the least. You had to supervise everyone below you, all the office workers, as they scattered about gathering materials for your next project. Your bad mood from this morning’s meeting was amplified by the wrong coffee order and Matt Sturniolo’s absence from his desk. He was always on time, which is why you suggested he would be a perfect candidate for employee of the month. You remember how nervous he was sitting across from you at your desk thinking he was in some sort of trouble. You loved how squirming and shy he was. It made your heart flutter but not enough to let him off easy, your head turned from your office doorway as you watched Matt stumble inside almost tripping on his own feet. His briefcase slipped from his hands as it slid right in front of your pointed high heels.

This of course caused such commotion all eyes turned to him. He scrambled, reaching his hands towards the handle of the briefcase. You were too quick the point of your heel stepping on his hand. A soft gasp left his plump lips as he scrunched his nose, a smirk crossing over your features as you looked down at his puppy dog-eyed expression looking up at you with his blue eyes. “Ms. He began, I’m sorry, I-,” Before he could continue, you crouched to his level on the floor where he lay sprawled. Tilting his chin with one of your manicured nails to make him look at you, your eyes boring into his as you scoffed. “Meet me in my office,” you said sternly before dropping his chin and standing up, wiping off your skirt. “And as for everyone else, get back to work!” you yelled as you threw your coffee cup into a nearby trash can and made your way to your office. From the corner of your eyes, you saw Matt stand up and rub the back of his hand while pouting, causing you to smirk.

Restlessly waiting for Matt in your office, you tapped a pen against your wooden desk, eyes fixed on the door. Just as you were about to use the intercom, a soft knock interrupted your growing agitation. You perk up licking your lips as you set the pen back into the holder that was on your desk. You shout “Come in,” your lips pursed, as you watch him slowly close the door, his gaze fixed downward. He mumbles under his breath, his hands fidgeting in front of him as you roll your eyes, grabbing the nearby ruler and tapping it on your desk. Annoyed, you groan, “Sit down,” as you watch him frantically nod and collapse into the chair opposite you.

You lean forward, your hands resting under your chin as you glance at him, the way his eyes never meet yours and the slight blush creeping up on his cheeks. You decide to test something, standing up from your desk as your chair scrapes against the soft carpet.

Matt pov

I watch as she stands and walks over to my chair, my eyes glued to the sway of her hips, my heart racing in my chest as she stands beside me resting a hand against my shoulder. I gulp slowly, leaning my head up to look at her as she glares down at me, my throat all of sudden feeling dry as she taps the ruler onto her thigh holding it in her other hand. “I’m sorry…” I trail off looking down feeling her gaze on me, my hands fidgeting in my lap. I know I messed up, I’ve never been late before I was always on time. I was known for being on time, and now I was scared I would get fired or she would yell at me. I couldn’t stand the idea of making her upset, she was my boss.

What if she fired me? I had to have this job, she was nice enough to hire me without any recommendations or previous experience. I would get on my knees and beg if that meant I got to keep this job.

Noticing I was lost in thought, she whispered, “Stand up,” and gently tapped the ruler against my cheek. I hesitated at first but then stood up with my hands flattening out my suit as I looked down at my feet hoping she wasn’t going to be too hard on me. I felt the wooden material of the ruler lift my chin upwards forcing me to look at her, her stare stern and unwavering. “Aren’t you supposed to look at someone when they’re talking to you?” she whispers leaning closer, her breath fanning against my lips. My cheeks heated up as she held my gaze, my eyes wandering down to her lips. “Get on your knees,” surely she had to be joking, right? The look in her eyes told me she was anything but joking, I felt small under her stare, my heart pounding against my chest.

I stood up hesitantly and dropped to my knees in front of her, shame and embarrassment ran through my vines. “Such a good boy” echoed through my ears as she taped the ruler against my cheek, looking down at me with a grin. I opened my mouth to say something but my brain short-circuited all I could think of was how my face was right by the hem of her skirt.

Reader pov

“Still want that promotion?” you asked, holding the ruler against his cheek as your eyes scanned over his flustered features, noting how his hands fumbled in his lap. He looked so good on his knees in front of you looking up at you with his blue eyes and slight pout on his lips. You took the ruler and inch it towards the hem of your skirt as you slowly pull the fabric up. He gasped softly as he watched, his eyes glued to your movements and the ruler inching closer to your inner thighs. “What are you doing?” he squeaked out, his voice softer than he intended as he watched you pull your skirt higher. “Stop talking” you barked, rolling your eyes and lifting your skirt fully up, tucking it inside your waistband. He gulped as your revealed heat met his gaze, his eyes darting between your panties and your stern expression. “Show me how bad you want to be an employee of the month,” you teased, pushing the back of his head toward you with the ruler.

He eagerly squirmed closer, whimpering softly as you brought his hand closer to the waistband of your panties. “Take them off,” you instructed, watching as he slowly pulled them down your legs and set them aside. His fingers traced over you before he pulled away shyly looking back up at you for further instructions, causing you to groan and pull his face closer to you. “Come on, be a good boy for me” you cooed at him, the ruler dropping from your hand as you felt his fingers spread your folds, his mouth attaching to your clit. You let out a soft moan, feeling his hands move to your thighs and spread your legs wider, you moved so you were lying on your desk.

Your items fell onto the floor as he kneeled in front of you once more, his tongue slipping into your core, your hand making its way to his hair. “Oh, shit…” you moan, leaning your head back against the desk. “Matt, you’re doing so well…” you moan, feeling your orgasm building in your lower stomach, your thighs clamping against his face, trapping in between your legs. Only hearing muffled whines from him as you look down at his blue eyes, watching as he greedily licked and sucked your core.

Your legs shook, hands gripping his hair tightly as you bucked your hips against his face. The pleasure was too intense the way his skilled tongue was plunging in and out of you, had you seeing stars. Your release washed over you as you held his head securely against you. “That’s it, baby, swallow it all” you moan loudly, your chest heaving up and down. He continued pleasing you through your orgasm as you sat up looking down at him, his face messy with your juices, still on his knees and the blush spread across his cheeks. “You did so well,” you praise him kissing his forehead as you watch his lips curl into a small smile. “Too embarrassed to speak huh?” you tease pulling his tie and making him stand between your legs.

He looked down shyly as his hands made their way to your thighs rubbing slightly. “Aww my pathetic boy,” you cooed softly tilting his chin and kissing his plump lips causing him to whine into the kiss. “Mm, I’m sorry for being late Ms.” he finally mumbled, staring at you with wide eyes. You pulled back looking over his face once more as you bit your bottom lip, his eyes never leaving yours as his cheeks grew redder.

“You really wanna make it up to me?” you question tugging his tie once more. He nods obediently, his hands trailing further up your thighs as he lets out needy whimpers. “I assume you need a punishment, to teach you a lesson about being late?” you lean closer, your lips hovering over his.

You had him bent over your lap as whimpers and moans left his mouth, one hand pressing onto his back while the other held the ruler that was slapping his backside, switching from hitting his reddening skin to gently moving the ruler in circles along his bare ass cheek. His hands scrambled in front of him reaching for anything for stability, you loved having him like this completely and utterly under your spell. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he whined.

The sound of the hard wooden ruler hitting his skin echoed through your quiet office. “Such a bad boy, coming into work late,” you hissed, hitting him again. “I-It won’t happen again!” he shouts, trying to grab onto something. “I know,” you leaned down, whispering, your breath fanning against the back of his neck, goosebumps appearing on his arms. “Please…just need to be inside you,” he whined, his member twitching against your lap. You scoff pushing him off of you as he scrambles to his knees once more, kneeling in front of you, his hands tracing your thighs. “Please, I’ll do anything…” he begged, slurring his words.

divider; @dollywons , @anitalenia

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Cupid’s Arrow

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Being ghosted sucks, but being ghosted on Valentine’s Day by your boyfriend sucks even more. Is love a losing game, or is there space for redemption?💌

Warnings: None, kinda boring. Kinda ass. Sorry love yall😼💞

Song for imagine: Love Is A Losing Game- Amy Winehouse

Another Hallmark holiday, here we go….

I can’t believe this, he fucking forgot our date

My eyes squinted as the sun setting left rays peeking in between buildings causing a ghastly beam of light into my orbs.

Rolling my eyes and looking away from the window my fingers played with the hem of my babydoll shirt. It was white with red hearts on it, perfect for today.

We had planned a nice early dinner and a walk in the town for today. I wasn’t a fan of flowers or balloons or any corny traditional Valentines Day tactics. I just wanted to spend the day with the person I loved the most. Or thought I loved the most….

See we had only been together for a year, but known each other for four. Our friendship was amazing and the first 6 months of our relationship, but suddenly it all changed and I wasn’t sure why.

We fought a lot over small things, and he would be so sneaky and shady. We barely would hangout anymore and we’d barely talk or text unless he needed something….

It all started to feel transactional and that’s no way to go through a relationship. But I decided that we should take today the day of love to lay our cards out and figure this all out.

He’s really an amazing guy, and I wanted to make this work; but I began to think he didn’t want the same thing. Looking down at my phone to zero messages and zero missed calls. I sighed a large sigh.

He was now a full hour late, and honestly I knew he wasn’t going to show up. I didn’t even bother to call or text. He showed me his true colors right then and there.

Looking back out the window the sun began to set some more. The Diner was across the street from a drugstore and the amount of men running out with flowers, chocolates and balloons made me scoff. That’s exactly what I mean. It’s a Hallmark holiday so money hungry companies can make boatloads of cash off of lousy men. Why is one day out of 365 days the only day where women should be receiving gifts to show that their partners love them. Bogus….

“Sweety, would you like to order something?” I heard lightly from behind me, snapping my head around when I was met with a cute older woman. Bright red lipstick and powerful blush on. Smiling shyly as I observed her.

“Uhh, sure, could I have a menu?” I asked her

“Oh of course I’ll head up front to grab you one I’ll be back shortly” she replied

She quickly stepped away, and a busser had brought me water over. As I reached for the straw my cutlery set had fallen off the table.

“Shit” I mumbled as I tossed the straw back down

As I leaned to grab it, someone had already bent down and grabbed it. My eyes follow their movement.

“Thank you, sorry about that” I stated as I looked up at the boy and grabbed the set from his hand.

“No worries” he said quietly, I smiled gently at him

He paused for a second and his brows furrowed for a moment.

“Do I know you?” He asked me

“Uhh maybe” I said looking back at him, but I had soon realized who he was and my eyes shot open

“Matt?”

“Y/N?”

We said at the same time. Holy shit I knew he sounded so familiar. I hadn’t seen him since sophomore year of Highschool.

“No way, how have you been?” He asked me

“I’ve been good, are you here with anyone?” I asked him as I looked over his shoulder for not only the waitress but potentially someone else coming with him.

“Oh no, no I’m here alone” he said

“Well if you want you can join me” I said gesturing to the seat in front of me

“Oh I don’t know I don’t want to intrude” he said shrugging his shoulders

“No it’s okay please sit” I said

Taking a seat in front of me, it felt like Freshman year all over again.

Matt, his brothers and I had been friends since middle school. Matt and I had gotten the closest as he was super anxious and shy and I helped him out of that bubble.

Freshman year we’d walk to this diner almost everyday and do homework as we waited for my dad to come pick us up. We had gotten really close and I even developed a small little crush on him.

Sophomore year rolled around and we didn’t have much classes together, and when his anxiety got really bad he didn’t really come to school often. But we all hung out every weekend.

That was until mid school year when my dad got stationed in Oklahoma for the military. Leaving them behind hurt horribly, but we all texted as much as we could. Obviously as we got older and made new friends we stopped texting and calling, but I still kept up with them on social media until I didn’t.

The summer before going to college my father had been killed in combat. Which prompted my mom, my sibling and I to move back to our hometown in Boston.

I was shocked I hadn’t run into them not once in the four years I’ve been back until now. Crazy how life works.

“When did you get back?” He asked me, the lovely waitress had taken our orders at this point

“Four years ago” I said bluntly

“Wow” he said shocked a bit

“My dad was killed in combat and my mom wanted to lay him to rest in our hometown. So much time had passed I didn’t even think you’d remember who I was” I said giggling

“I’m sorry for your loss, are you kidding? My mom always asks about you. I should’ve kept in contact” he replied shaking his head

“Hey it’s okay, the phone goes both ways” I said offering him a reassuring smile

Our meals had come and as we began to eat, I really remembered why I was originally here.

“No Valentine?” I suddenly asked him and I wasn't sure why

Chuckling softly he swallowed before opening his mouth “no actually we broke up a few months ago and I’ve been focusing on myself. Nick is out with his boyfriend and Chris is with Nate. I wanted to be on my own. Since this is my first Valentine’s Day alone in four years” he said shrugging his shoulders as he ate another fry

“Oh wow, four years” I said shocked as I took a sip of my cherry coke

“I thought I was going to marry her, but I get to her house one day and there she is cuddled up with Dan Camineti” he says laughing

“Dan Camineti? Oh my gosh even out of Highschool he’s still a dog” I said in pure shock

“Guys like that never change” he says laughing

“You poor soul I am so sorry” I said shaking my head

“What’s your story” he states after a moment of silence

“My story?” I ask clearing my throat

“Yeah, why you’re here alone surrounded by a bunch of couples” he says giggling

I stopped for a moment as I looked at him, did I really want to tell him I wasn’t really sure. But my mouth started moving before my brain could stop it.

“Well my best friend of four years slash boyfriend of a year ghosted me this evening. We were already having trouble in paradise and we agreed that today would be the day we spoke about it and figured out where our relationship stands; and judging by his actions I know exactly where it stands.” I said firmly

“Oof what a dick, I’m so sorry” he said shaking his head

“Looks like we hit the jackpot with our love life” I said laughing

We endured more conversations as we finished our dinner. It was now 6:30 after Matt paid our bill. Stepping out into the brisk evening I wrapped my red scarf around my neck.

“Thank you for paying” I said to him as we stepped out onto the sidewalk

“Oh of course it’s the least I could do right now” he said winking playfully.

“Hey, want to walk downtown with me and look at the lights and shops?” I suddenly asked him

“Sounds cool let’s do it” he said smiling at me

We had walked around a bit and stopped into a cafe ordering some hot chocolates. We made our way over to a small bench as we sat down giggling

“No fucking way” Matt said sucking his teeth

“Way! I totally had a fat ass crush on you in high school” I said as I took a sip of my drink

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He said rolling his eyes

“Umm because every girl wanted you and I could not handle that type of rejection” I said laughing

“There would’ve been no rejection, I had a huge crush on you too” he said laughing with me

“You’re lying” I said laughing and going wide eyed

As we were chatting I kept hearing jazz music every now and then.

“What’s that?” I asked him

“Oh that’s Juno’s on the bay” he said pointing to the restaurant behind him

Everytime the door would open for people leaving and entering a soothing jazz song would ooze out and into my ears.

Smiling at the sound my eyes drifted towards the sidewalk when suddenly something caught my eye.

“Oh my god” I say as I shot up

“What?” Matt asks me just as shocked

“That’s his car” I say as I look at my “boyfriends” black mustang parked right in front of the restaurant.

“Are you sure?” He asked me

“Oh I’m sure” I say as I began to walk over to the restaurant

Before I made it to the door I looked over into the glass window when suddenly I felt my whole world crash and burn around me. There he was sitting in front of some girl. Laughing…how could he sit there and be laughing after what he just did to me.

Tears stung my waterline when suddenly his eyes met mine and grew in size. Scooting back from his chair he shot up.

My feet moved before I could register what was happening. Stomping past the restaurant the tears began to fall.

“Y/N wait! Wait!” He called out as the Jazz music faded

“WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT “ I asked him angrily

“Listen to me, I’m sorry I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I just couldn’t figure out how to” he said

“I should’ve known…you were distant and sneaky and you’d disappear for days on end. I can’t believe you” I said scoffing

“Listen I’m sorry, I love you but I’m not in love with you” he said.

“I hope you have the best life. We’re done. Don’t ever call or text me. Don’t come by my house and don't dare keep in contact with my mother. I never want to see you again.” I said as I wiped the tears from my face

“Don’t don’t cry” he said walking closer

“Leave me alone” I said backing up

“Listen I’m sorry” he said inching closer

“She said leave her alone” Matt suddenly states as he walks by my side

“Matt… you’re worried about me and you’re out with him?” He says scoffing

“He’s my friend..and has been since middle school. Don’t turn this on me” I said getting angry

“Yeah friend sure let’s see how long that lasts” he says laughing

“Come on man, don’t be such a dick just go back to your new girl and leave her alone ” Matt said stepping in front of me

Rolling his eyes and scoffing at Matt he stepped away and went back to the restaurant.

Turning to me Matt begins to laugh

“Tanner Crowley? Come on Y/N he’s dumber than a door knob” he said laughing which then caused me to laugh

“He really is, but he’s so damn cute” I said giggling as we began to walk away

“You’ll find better fish in the see” Matt said winking at me again

“Now let’s get you home” He said as we crossed the street

We lived near the downtown area so it was a nice little 25 minute walk. We spent most of the walk sharing funny memories and giggling like we were in school again.

“Oh my gosh remember when our parents caught Nate and my sister kissing freshman year” I said laughing

“Holy shit I do! My brothers and I were there at his house when his parents were scolding him it was the funniest shit ever” he said snorting

“And my sister made some dumb story up about practicing mouth to mouth for CPR training” I said laughing

“That was hilarious, man the good old days” he said clearing his throat

“They were” I replied

Sooner than later we approached my moms house. Matt had walked me to the front door.

“I had so much fun today, thank you for that” I said smiling at him

“Thank you for allowing me to sit with you as we chatted about our sad love lives” he said nodding his head

“Always!” I responded giggling

“We should hang out again soon” he said scratching the back of his neck

“I’d so love that, my mom would die to you and your family” I said smiling at him

“Cool… we will….uh… I will set that up” he said a bit nervous

“Goodnight Matt” I said lowly

It was a good 10 seconds of staring into each other's eyes when suddenly we both leaned in. Our lips crashed together in a cute passionate kiss. A kiss that would make me squeal when I spoke about it. A kiss that was like butterflies and fireworks in my stomach.

Pulling away we looked at each other's eyes again.

“I’ll see you around” I said smiling shyly at him as I opened the front door

“I guess I’ll see you around too, have a good night” he responded back

“Good night” I said giggling before slipping into my house and shutting the door behind me.

Who would’ve thought I’d be shot by cupid's arrow so suddenly….

The End

Idk what the freak prompted me to write this, but I could not get this idea out of my head since yesterday. Even though I’ve been gone for so long I still appreciate the support and love I’m still getting 🫶🏽🖤. Not sure when I’ll post again, so until next time I love ya 🖤

-J💅🏽

[deadhands69]

Cute When You Stutter

loser!Shigaraki x gn/afab Reader

prev ◁ part 5 (final)

[series masterlist]

The league headquarters are quiet tonight, almost too quiet. Everyone has plans for Valentine’s day. Toga is out with her girlfriend. Dabi is doing whatever Dabi usually does at night. Even Spinner managed to score a date with his cute discord friend. 

Well, almost everyone has Valentine’s plans. Not you. Posting so many pictures with your boss, pretending to date him, then burning every bridge you know absolutely cemented your lack of a date or even friend hangout this year. 

Even Shigaraki has been pretty quiet tonight, making almost no noise in his room and you’re not entirely sure if you want to know what he’s doing in there. You’re almost certain he doesn’t have a date either though because you’ve never seen him voluntarily talk to anyone outside of the league. You also left a massive hickey on his neck two days ago which may be a slight deterrent for some people (Toga later asked you if you did this on purpose to keep Tomura to yourself, but admittedly you were just drunk and weren’t thinking that far ahead.)

Maybe it’s boredom or loneliness from being in your room alone all day, but you decide to see what he’s up to. Knocking a few more times than you normally would, you yell out “hey, it’s me,” before making your way into his room.

“Hey,” you walk in to find him on the floor surrounded in legos, sorted by color. “Want some help?”

He debates for a moment before nodding and handing you one of the instruction sheets. You sit quietly in the space next to him, glad for the company. 

“Thanks for hanging out tonight,” you say, pulling a few pieces from the red pile.

“Mmmhm.”

He turns to you with one side of his mouth quirked up in a smile. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Hugging you. Is that okay?” You can’t imagine why it wouldn’t be, considering that he let you sit on his face yesterday. 

“Yeah, it’s just different,” he mumbles into your shoulder, “usually you only get close when you want something or you’re messing with me.”

“I’m not messing with you. At least, not always.” 

He pulls back, looking at you incredulously. “Why else would you do stuff like this? I’m not stupid, I know you just like to fuck with me.” 

“Of course I do, you’re cute when you’re flustered. It’s not like I don’t get anything out of it too though.”

Tomura doesn’t respond, busying himself with a few green blocks as the tips of his ears turn pink. 

A few minutes later, your creation begins to take shape.

“Flowers?” you ask, amused. “You don’t really strike me as the type to decorate with lego flowers.”

“They’re not for me,” he mutters in response.

“Oh yeah? Then who are they for?” You realize the answer immediately after the words leave your mouth. You’re the only person he has ever shown interest in, who else would they be for? He bites his lip, blushing profusely as he stares at you. 

“You were making me flowers, even if you thought I only spent time with you as a joke?” 

“Kind of,” he searches for a specific yellow piece before continuing, “I never actually thought I had a chance with you. But seeing everything this week, I figured you probably don’t have anyone else to buy you flowers. And you’re really cool so someone should. Why not me?”

He looks hurt for a moment before focusing hard on getting a piece to fit properly. 

You think back, trying to remember the last time anyone ever bothered to be this nice to you. Yet here he is doing so without any expectations. Spending hours putting together an expensive lego bouquet when he could easily have just bought you cheap gas station flowers or done nothing at all.

“They’re beautiful,” you whisper, “thanks.”

He smiles at you, subtly scratching his neck. “And you don’t owe me anything for them. Not that I mind everything you’ve been doing, but you don’t have to.”

“No?” you ask, moving a strand of pale blue hair out of his face, “but what if I want to?”

Bringing your lips to his feels natural at this point. You’ve done it so many times now that it’s all you want to do, but it still feels so new to you. He kisses you back with confidence you've only seen him show in battle. You climb onto his lap, legs straddling each side of him.

Your hand slides up his chest, wrapping lightly around his throat. As your thumb brushes over the new scratches, he leans into the touch. Tentatively, you give a little squeeze. He moans. You make a mental note to come back to that sometime. For now, you selfishly want him to last long enough to get yourself off too. 

As the two of you begin to make out more passionately, you drag yourself over his thigh. You're careful not to press too far forward into the tent forming in his pants; remembering how fast he came yesterday. He gets the idea quickly, grabbing your hips with two fingers and a thumb to press you harder into him. Without much contact, he’s already breathing heavily along with you.

You scoot back to pull your shirt off. Slowing down the motion, you watch as his jaw drops at the sight. He fumbles removing his own shirt, decaying it in the process. Like you suspected, he's hot. His baggy clothes covering how toned he is.

“F-fuck,” Tomura mumbles as you slide your shorts off. 

Without wasting time, you find your way back onto his lap. He looks up at you through messy hair, mouth agape and eyelids heavy. You take a second to run your hands over his abs and chest, memorizing the feel of every scratch and scar along the way. When you reach the hem of his sweatpants, you pull them halfway down his thighs along with his underwear. Running your fingers over his length, you give him a few firm strokes. He closes his eyes, hips jumping at your touch. Still grasping him in one hand, you line yourself up and little by little, you lower onto his surprisingly perfect dick. Reaching his base, you pause in amazement. Taking in how how perfectly he fits into you. If you’d known that, you would have stumbled into his room the first time you heard him moan your name while he touched himself at night.

Better late than never though.

As you should have expected, he cums almost immediately. Gripping your hips, his head falls forward as he chokes back a groan. 

“Ah shit,” he pants, “‘m sorry.”

After some reassurance that you take it as a huge compliment, he’s hard again and ready to go.

Once more, you slowly ease your way down him as he stretches you perfectly in the right places. Taking things slow, you lean forward and kiss him. His unruly hair tickles against your nose. He adapts to your slow movements quickly. Since meeting you, he’s gotten better at this, moving his lips gently to dance against yours. 

Emotions flood in, overwhelming you. He’s the grouchiest loser and the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. The symbol of fear who completely melts at the slightest bit of affection from you. His hands destroy everything he touches but you've never felt anything but safe with him. All of the details of Tomura conflict and make sense at the same time, forming into the complex person whimpering sweetly against your lips. 

You rock your hips into his, barely having to move to hit the sweet spot that sends warm tingles through your whole body.

“[y/n], fuck you feel so good,” he whines. 

“This what you imagined every night?” you tease, bouncing faster as your excitement grows.

“B-better,” he gasps. 

He looks so pretty like this. Flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips. He stares up at you with big red eyes, trying desperately not to cum again but you know he’s close.

Fortunately, you are too.

With another snap of your hips, you find yourself crumbling around him. Your movements stutter before slamming down to engulf all of him. This time it’s your turn to grasp his shoulders to keep yourself upright. He lets go at the sight, smashing his face into yours as you both moan into a sloppy kiss. Your breathing slows, you begin to come down, but your lips continue to trace over each other.

“I’ll be right back,” you kiss him again before pressing yourself from the floor to go clean up. You revel in the way he leans wantonly into your every touch, even when he’s on the verge of sleep. 

When you get back to his room, Tomura has collapsed into his bed, passed out from the evening. You’re not far behind. Climbing in next to him, he unconsciously wraps an arm around you.

Laying in his bed surrounded in bags of trash, stray legos, and energy drink cans, you realize you'll have to teach him about cleaning tomorrow.

Through the walls, you listen as everyone slowly trickles in for the night. One by one, they all make their way back to their rooms. 

But not you. 

This time you stay.

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Work Whispers

It was a chilly February morning, and the office was buzzing with excitement as Valentine’s Day approached. Nanami Kento, a reserved yet respected employee at a prestigious company, walked into the office with his usual composed demeanor. His sharp suit and the slight frown that never quite left his face made him a figure of authority. However, today, something was different.

Underneath the sleek desk where he typically worked, a giant bouquet of deep red roses lay nestled in a pristine box. Beside it was an elegant package of high-quality chocolate. Nanami carefully arranged the items, adjusting the bouquet just so, his eyes briefly softening when he thought no one was watching. He couldn’t quite explain it, but there was something about her that made his heart race in ways he couldn’t ignore.

The moment he had been dreading and eagerly anticipating was coming closer.

All morning, Nanami had been lost in thought, his attention more on the clock than the spreadsheets on his screen. Every time he heard a footstep or a rustling sound, his gaze instinctively flicked toward the door. His colleagues were oblivious to his distracted state, but he knew they would eventually notice the extravagant display.

As the clock struck 9:00 a.m., the office doors swung open with a light chime, and there she was. Y/N. Her presence seemed to illuminate the room, and Nanami could hardly contain the warmth that spread through his chest. The soft click of her heels as she walked through the door seemed to amplify, and the whispers around the office started almost immediately.

“Do you think she’s the one?” someone murmured.

“Has to be… I mean, who else would get that?” came a voice from across the room.

Nanami didn’t turn to see the source of the chatter, his focus solely on her. He had prepared for this moment, but now that she was here, standing mere steps from him, he found himself frozen in place. His heart pounded in his chest, his palms slightly sweaty as he stared at the bouquet and chocolates.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Y/N made her way toward her desk, eyes catching the conspicuous display of affection at Nanami’s side. Her gaze shifted from the flowers to Nanami, confusion flickering in her eyes.

Nanami swallowed, his throat dry. With a swift, purposeful movement, he stood up, his chair scraping lightly against the floor. As if on instinct, his feet carried him forward, and within moments, he was standing right in front of her. He gently extended the roses and chocolate, his expression unreadable but with a flicker of something softer in his eyes.

“Y/N… would you… would you be my Valentine?” Nanami asked, his voice low but sincere. He bowed slightly, a gesture of formality that felt strangely tender in this moment.

The office fell eerily silent, and for a brief moment, all the whispers stopped. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes widened, a blush creeping up her neck. The bouquet was stunning—too beautiful to be a mere gesture of friendship—and the chocolates… the chocolates were the finest brand, the kind reserved for someone special.

She stared at him, at the tall man in front of her who so rarely let anyone see the softer side of him. The man who always exuded professionalism now stood before her, vulnerable, offering not only flowers but something much more valuable: his heart.

Y/N took a deep breath and smiled, the warmth in her chest growing. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’d love to be your Valentine.”

The office erupted in whispers and cheers, but Nanami paid them no mind. His focus remained on her, on the smile that now tugged at her lips as she held the bouquet to her chest. It was a perfect moment, and in that brief, quiet exchange, Nanami knew that the Valentine's Day surprise he had planned was worth every ounce of effort. ~~~

Five years had passed since Nanami Kento had nervously presented Y/N with a bouquet of roses and the finest chocolates at the office. That day had marked the beginning of something beautiful, something neither of them had expected to find. Over the years, they had grown closer, shared laughter, faced challenges together, and slowly, their bond had blossomed into a love that had turned into marriage.

Now, on Valentine’s Day, the once-formal office environment was replaced with the warmth and comfort of their shared home.

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. Y/N stirred gently beside Nanami, her fingers brushing against his hand as she woke up. The memories of that first Valentine’s Day were still fresh in her mind, a memory she treasured dearly, but now, things were different. They were no longer colleagues who shared quiet moments across a desk. They were partners, companions, and they had built something extraordinary together.

Nanami, still half-asleep, turned over to face her with a sleepy smile.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he murmured, his voice deep and warm, the kind of tone that always made her heart skip a beat. His usual reserved demeanor was gone, replaced by the more relaxed, affectionate side she had come to love.

Y/N smiled back, her eyes twinkling with the same affection. "Happy Valentine's Day, Kento."

She leaned in for a soft kiss, her lips lingering for just a moment before pulling back. Nanami’s hand moved to her cheek, brushing away a few stray locks of hair. He looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the same woman who had made his heart race all those years ago, but now there was so much more—so much more love, understanding, and trust between them.

"I’m not going to let you get away this time," Nanami said with a playful grin, his fingers trailing down to her hand. "I’ve got something for you."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She had been expecting something sweet, but when Nanami got up and left the room, she could only wonder what he had planned. A few moments later, he returned with a large bouquet of roses in hand. But this time, there were no chocolates—just a heartfelt card, wrapped in a ribbon.

Y/N gasped in surprise. "Kento... these are beautiful! You didn’t have to."

Nanami sat beside her, the roses now resting between them. "I did. They were the first thing I ever gave you, and I thought it would be nice to keep the tradition."

He reached for the card and handed it to her, his expression soft but serious. "Every Valentine’s Day with you has been better than the last. I thought this year, I would give you something more than roses. I wanted to give you my heart, just like I did that day."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat as she opened the card. Inside, in Nanami’s neat handwriting, were the words: “To the woman who made my world brighter. Forever, Kento.”

Her heart swelled as she looked at him, her eyes welling up with happy tears. "I love you," she whispered, her voice shaky with emotion. "You’ve made every day feel like Valentine’s Day. I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Nanami smiled, his hand slipping into hers. "I feel the same way. I love you too."

The two of them sat there in silence for a moment, the soft hum of the world outside mingling with the steady beat of their hearts. After five years together, things had settled into a rhythm of mutual understanding and love, but there was still that spark—the same one from the very beginning. They had found their forever.

Y/N leaned against Nanami’s shoulder, the warmth of his presence making everything feel right. "So, do you have any other surprises for today?" she asked, her voice light and teasing.

Nanami grinned, a small, mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, I think it’s time we had breakfast together. I’ve already set everything up."