#I’m having hot and cold flashes rn

[stewyhosseini-bf]

the fact that there’s ONE little glimpse into ken’s well-being in the trailer and it’s a scene of stewy asking if he’s okay and hugging him i’m actually feeling deranged,

[cherryredstars]

a request totally not based on a rumor that’s going around my university’s meche labs rn

miguel’s on a rare summer vacation as a phd student with his friends. they’re at the beach and happened to into reader and her friends. miguel’s shocked because reader has ass and tits out (hot girl summer tbh) as opposed to her usual lab attire. before this, he just knows her as “the other phd student in the lab”. they get freaky and when the semester starts, their advisors are really happy about the inter-department collaboration in their work lmao

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Little Plot, Brief Mentions of Revealing Clothing, Slight Fingering, Penetrative Sex

Summary: Some fun in the sun never hurt anyone. 

A/N: Okay..but are the rumors true… (for research purposes and not because I’m nosy!)

Word Count: 1.2K (Not Edited)

Miguel O’Hara very rarely questions himself.

He’s the top PhD student in his class. Has been told time and time again that he’ll go far. He’s won various certificates and awards and recognitions for his work already. With someone as qualified as him, there simply isn’t any time or reason to question himself. 

But, here he is, summer sun burning down on him as he question how it’s fucking possible that he’s never realized how edible you are. Sure, he’s seen you around the lab a handful of times, even worked with you once during his first year as a PhD student. He knew you were a smart girl, catching you pulling all-nighters in the labs with your white lab coat draped over your very much not lab-safety approved attire. But he’s never seen you like this. 

You’re down by the water, a group of your own friends chasing you as you try to run away and splash them. Your skin is covered in the most vibrant fabric he’s ever seen, your ass and tits looking like they’re about to fall through the flimsy ties of your bikini. When his friends had first dragged him on this beach getaway, he had been a grumbling mess. Now, he can’t find himself to hate the...view… all that much. 

He had watched you the whole time, dilated eyes hidden by sunglasses. His eyes trailed everywhere, to the way your ass bounced as you moved, how you constantly had to readjust your top so you didn’t accidentally flash anyone. It took everything in him to not lean forward in his beach chair for a closer look. Luckily, he doesn’t have to do that for a good look when his group of friends start walking towards him, you and your own group in tow. 

It’s decided that the merged group would go back to the hotel bar for drinks, getting tipsy as you reminisce over past school semesters and bitch about the ones to come. The whole time Miguel makes it a point to be near you, offering to get you your drinks and subtly grazing your body with his. Even behind the sunglasses he's still wearing, you can feel his heated gaze on you as you socialize and flush. 

It’s sometime between your third tropical margarita that you find yourself following Miguel up to his hotel room. The walk is a stumbling mess of heated kisses and touchy hands as the both of you paw at each other. His bare skin is warm under your fingers, tracing the ridged definition of muscle as his hands fumble to slip the keycard into the door handle. Once the faint beep of a green light sounds, he’s quickly twisting the door open and pushing you through.

Your back hits the cold door with a gasp, your hands getting lost in Miguel’s hair as he rests his hands on your ass to give it a firm squeeze. You take it as a sign to jump up, wrapping your legs around his hips as he grinds his erection into you. You moan into the kiss, leaning your head back to rest against the door as he trails hot kisses along the expanse of your neck. With a sharp tug of your fingers and a small whine, Miguel pushes away from the door and throws you onto the soft bed. 

He wastes no time latching his mouth around the cup of your bikini top, brows furrowing from the leftover taste of saltwater as he sucks your nipple through the fabric. The prettiest noise leaves you as you arch your chest into him, the breathy sound of his name echoing in his ears. His fingers slip down to your bottoms, pulling at one of the strings until it falls apart. He pushes away the useless fabric, fingers finding your wet entrance and sinking two fingers in. 

More of those delightful noises leave you as you grind into his hand, your hold harsh in his hair as he curls his fingers in you. The sound of your wet arousal being pumped rapidly by his fingers begins to overpower the sound of crashing waves from outside, causing him to groan as he pulls away from your tits. He quickly rips off the top, throwing it somewhere to the side as he looks up at you.

He makes sure your eyes are on his as he licks a strip between your breasts, the taste of sun and salt on his tongue. A desperate noise leaves you as you stare down at him, your legs beginning to shake as his fingers bring you closer and closer to the edge. Before you reach it, he’s pulling away. You make a sound of protest, trying to grab his hand to bring it back to you before you watch him remove his swim shorts. 

His cock is red and leaking, standing at attention as he slowly pumps himself to the sigh of your naked body sprawled on the bed. He crawls back over you, one of his hands hitching your legs around his waist as he begins to line up with your entrance. A deep moan leaves the both of you as his tip slides in, your hands scratching down his back the more he pushes in. The resounding slap of his balls hitting your ass vibrates against the walls once he’s fully inside you. 

He gives you barely enough time to adjust, pulling out slowly to the tip before quickly snapping his hips forward again. Your back instantly arches off the bed and your nails carve indents into Miguel’s skin for support. A series of moans and whines leave your mouth as Miguel keeps his pace hard and fast, sweat building up on both of your skins. 

His hand grips your leg in place while the other slides under your head to cradle it, his face buried in the crook of your neck to suck purple marks into the soft skin and to mumble praises and sounds of pleasure into your ear. The gruff sound of his voice makes you clench hard around him, causing soft grunts and hisses to pass his lips. He only pulls his face out of your neck to pull you into a deep kiss as his hips begin to stutter. His tongue slides effortlessly into your mouth and you moan in surprise as his thumb comes to flick at our clit. 

The unexpected stimulation makes you explode around his cock, your walls tightening around his cock to milk him of the cum he begins to spurt into you at the feel of your release. You both pull away from the kiss a panting mess as you both try to calm down from the highs. When he slips out of you, a thin streak of white follows and he wipes it away with your bikini bottoms. Later, after  a quick shower that potentially involved more summertime activities, the both of you lie in bed and come to an agreement. 

For the rest of summer break, the two of you find yourselves sneaking into each other's rooms, wet sounds and muffled noises following closely after a door shutting. And, when the school semester starts again, Miguel’s advisor is over the moon when Miguel visits his office to suggest a project collaboration between the two of you. Obviously, his advisor agrees, excited at the prospect of the two highest achieving students coming together on a project.

When Miguel leaves the office, a smirk covers his face as he imagines all the other lab rules he can break with you and what lab surfaces would be the safest to fuck you on.

Another rushed post. Wrote this right after turning in a 13 paged-paper, I’m so sorry.

[starlightkun]

❧ word count: 7.6k ❧ warnings: cursing, mm and that’s really it! i mean like they fight and stuff but just read the genre tags lmao ❧ genre: exes to lovers, angst with a happy ending (look at what blog ur on rn), christmas-themed (if the title wasn’t apparent enough), getting snowed in trope, cuddling to share warmth trope, just a fun, cheesy, time ❧ extra info: i wrote this in a 24-ish hour fever. it’s moderately proof-read. beware. ❧ author’s note: a starlightkun fic under 10k! it’s a christmas miracle!

“I just said, it’s not that simple!” You yelled, your hands curling into fists at your side. Kun let out a huff, walking away from his armchair to pace in front of the Christmas tree across the room from you. You weren’t going to let him off that easily, though. “Why did you stop loving me?”

“Any big holiday plans, Y/N?” Your boss asked as you handed her some documents to sign.

“Oh, staying in town,” you answered nonchalantly. “What about you, ma’am?”

She told you about her own Christmas and New Year plans with her wife, kids, and parents with a bright smile on her face as she flipped through the pages. After giving you the signatures you needed, she handed the papers back to you.

“Can you run those over to Dr. Oh’s office for me? The undergrads all went back home for break.”

“Sure, no problem.”

“After that, you can head out for the day. My Christmas present to you.”

“Oh, thank you, ma’am.”

“That, and also this.” She handed you a red envelope before standing up from her desk and closing her laptop. “Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year, Y/N.”

“Thank you, you too,” you flashed her a genuine smile. “Happy Holidays to your family as well. See you in a week.”

“See you.”

Tucking the envelope into your bag, you quickly tidied up your workstation before heading out of the research lab to do your final task. You were a research fellow at a rather prestigious university, and while running papers would typically be asked of the interns and undergraduate students who helped out in the lab, as your boss—the head of the lab—had already pointed out, classes let out for their Winter Break two weeks ago, so you were fresh out of fresh meat.

You pulled your scarf tight around your nose and lower half of your face as you stepped out into the chilly winter air. Dr. Oh was the Dean of Graduate Studies at the university, and you’d been to his office a couple of times before, so your feet followed a familiar path as you hurried through the cold and into the building. The air was almost oppressively hot inside, and you tore off your scarf as you ran up the stairs.

There was light pouring out from Dr. Oh’s office at the end of the hall, the only one on. You poked your head in through the open door, greeted by the sight of a seemingly empty office. Must have stepped out.

Just as you had dropped the papers into his inbox on his desk, you heard footsteps at the doorway and whipped around to greet the older man, breathless smile already on your face.

Except it wasn’t Dr. Oh standing there. Your greeting died in your throat as you stared at the newcomer with blatant shock.

“Oh, Y/N,” Qian Kun rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. His hair was a bit longer than before, a shaggy length that covered most of his ears and neck, and he’d forgone his contacts in favor of a pair of silver wire-rimmed glasses, but there was nothing that time could do to conceal his identity from you. The way your heart dropped to your stomach as soon as he said your name was undeniable. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” You sputtered back harshly. His PhD program was at a completely different university in the area and should have ended in the spring. What business did he have here of all places?

“I started assisting Dr. Oh last month. Uhm, sorry, I sort of thought you graduated already, or I wouldn’t have interviewed for the job.”

“I did graduate.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Two years ago. I’m a research fellow now.”

“Of course. Well, congrats.”

You let out a small noise of acknowledgement that could’ve also been interpreted as a cynical chuckle.

“So, did you need to see Dr. Oh? He’s left the office for the year, I’m just finishing up a couple things here.”

“Oh, no,” you shook your head, vaguely gesturing to the inbox over your shoulder. “My research head asked me to drop something off.”

Kun nodded. “Right. I’ll make sure he looks it over first thing when he gets back.”

“Thank you.” There was a pause of tense silence, and you looked around the office uncomfortably. “So, can I go, or…?”

“Yeah, of course, sorry.” He moved out of the doorway, stepping aside to clear the exit for you. “It uhm, it was nice to see you, Y/N.”

“Yeah, sure.”

You’d just brushed past him when he called your name out again. Against your better judgment, you stopped just short of leaving the office and turned to look at him.

“What, Kun?”

“What uh, what are you doing for the holidays? Are you going back home? Or, celebrating here with… someone?”

You weren’t sure what compelled you to answer other than basic social niceties. “No. Airline tickets were crazy, couldn’t find anything that would get me back in the lab in time that wasn’t ridiculously expensive. All my friends are traveling, so I’ll be eating ramen by myself on the couch, presumably.”

You had answered his half-asked question. No, you didn’t have a significant other to spend the holiday with. Just your family back home that you couldn’t afford to go see, and friends who had all left town.

“Oh…” He looked down at his feet.

“What about you?” You asked pettily, fully expecting him to be visiting a significant other’s family in town, flying home to see his family, something much merrier than the picture you had just painted.

“Same for me,” he admitted quietly. “Plane tickets back home were so expensive… and I just left my old job and haven’t really made new friends here yet. At least not ones that are on the level of them inviting me to their family Christmas.”

While you wanted to be bitterly vindicated by Kun making himself as alone on Christmas as he had made you, it somehow just weighed twice as heavy on your heart. All that came out of this was two lonely people, far away from home.

“Do you… maybe want to come over? For Christmas?” Kun’s hesitant proposition knocked the wind out of you.

“Why?”

“Well, neither of us have any other plans. And, I don’t know, I thought it might be nice… to be with someone you know. Better than being alone on Christmas eating instant ramen, maybe?”

You took a couple deep breaths, gnawing on your bottom lip as you thought over his offer. “Fine. Christmas dinner. No presents.”

He grabbed a pen and pad of sticky notes off the desk, scribbling something down. “Here’s… my address. Let’s say six?”

You plucked the yellow square from his fingers delicately. “Six.”

“See you then.”

You reached into your bag to affix the sticky note to the red envelope from your research head, then pulled your scarf back out. “See you then, Kun.”

For the next three days, that sticky note sat on your coffee table and stared at you. Even as you went about your day trying not to think about it, busying yourself with jigsaw puzzles, books, and whatever cheesy Christmas movie was on at the time. That yellow square was stuck to your forebrain, plaguing your every waking moment.

Every night you were kept up with memories. You hadn’t seen Kun in three years, since you’d picked up the last of your possessions from your old apartment. The apartment the two of you had lived in together. A brief flash of picking up your things, cut by the first time you’d opened the door to your new place together, hand-in-hand, absolutely bursting with excitement and hope for the future.

As you started getting ready to go over to Kun’s place, your body moved by itself, despite the sinking pit in your stomach threatening to swallow you whole.

Rooting through your spare closet, you finally got a small blue box out of the back. You opened it up, a bittersweet sigh leaving your mouth. Nestled in among some tissue and spare ornament hooks was a three-dimensional figure of a sea turtle, covered in glitter and with a navy blue loop of string for hanging coming from its back, but otherwise pretty realistic. You placed it in your bag, carefully cushioned by a scarf.

Before you left, you finally opened your card from your boss. She had written you a very nice note about how much she appreciated your work at the lab, and wishing you all the best in your future endeavors. There was also a gift card loaded up with a considerable amount of money, which you pocketed for later.

Kun’s place wasn’t terribly far from yours, about a fifteen-minute walk, but the heavy snow that was starting to fall slowed you down a bit more. You’d probably have to get a taxi on your way back at this rate. Hopefully your awkward, polite Christmas dinner would be very short.

Knocking on the evergreen-painted door, which sported an elegantly beautiful wreath, you checked the time on your phone. So you were a few minutes late. Oh well.

Kun opened the door with a bright smile, dressed nicely but casual enough in a dark brown knitted sweater, loose-fitting dark pants, and socks with cartoon reindeer on them. “Hey, you made it. Come on in.”

“Thanks.” You stepped into the warmth of the apartment, and he closed the door behind you.

“When I saw how hard it was snowing out there, I started getting worried.” He helped you out of your thick overcoat, hanging it up on a hook by the front door for you. “I hope you didn’t walk.”

“I did. It wasn’t too bad.” You peeled off your gloves, moving to put them in your purse at the same time that you grabbed something from the bag.

“Did you see they’re forecasting 30 to 90 cm of snow by tomorrow morning? We’ll have to get you a cab home tonight before it gets too bad.” He was still talking as he started leading the way from the narrow hallway entry into the rest of the apartment.

His living room was cozy, especially with the crackling fireplace, delicious smells emanating from the kitchen, and festive decorations put up everywhere. One corner was taken up by a modest-sized Christmas tree, covered in colorful lights and an eclectic mix of ornaments.

“Is that a real tree?” You asked curiously.

“Yeah,” he admitted almost sheepishly. “Your uh—your Christmas tree purism rubbed off on me... Doesn’t feel like Christmas unless I’m sweeping up pine needles.”

You chuckled lightly at that, remembering that your first fight as a couple was around your first Christmas together, specifically about whether to get a plastic tree or a real one for his apartment, which you were practically living in at that point. Your family had always gotten real ones when you were growing up, and you could never get behind the fake ones. Kun, on the other hand, didn’t really care either way, but got frustrated when he couldn’t convince you on the cost-saving aspect of being able to reuse your tree every year. The spat fizzled out the very same day, and you ended up having a very cute date when you went to go pick out your first (real) tree together.

“I know I said no gifts, but I don’t think this really counts, since I’m just giving you something back that was yours in the first place.” You brought the sea turtle ornament out, holding it out to him by the loop of string. “It ended up in my stuff and I couldn’t... see you again. Sorry for holding onto it for so long.”

Kun accepted the glittery marine creature in his hand, a fond smile coming to his features. “I thought I’d lost it. Thank you for not uh, throwing it out or something.”

“I paid good money for that, I wasn’t going to be the one to put it in the trash,” you joked half-heartedly, watching as he turned to hang it up on the tree. In the branches among his other ornaments, it looked at home.

Your first date had been to the aquarium, and your first kiss that same day by the sea turtle exhibit, which was why you had picked that specific ornament to give him for your second Christmas together. It was actually from the very same aquarium’s gift shop— meaning that it was wildly overpriced, but cute nevertheless.

“You have a working fireplace, too?” You gestured to the very real fire nearby.

“I do!” He beamed proudly, going to readjust some of the logs, the flames growing to a steadier burn. “I got really lucky with this place.”

“Yeah, it’s nice,” you nodded in agreement.

A couple of beats of silence passed, then Kun gestured towards the kitchen. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

You followed him into the kitchen, where there was a small square table with four chairs around it, and two places already set across from each other. A few full dishes were already on the table as well, and you wondered how much more food he could be making, as it looked like there was already enough to feed a family of eight at least.

“Smells good,” you commented.

Kun gave you another small smile, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he leaned against the closed oven. “Thanks. I uh—got excited to cook for someone else again, and sort of went overboard. So you’re welcome to take a bunch of leftovers, too.”

“Cool, thanks.” No fucking way would you be doing that. Taking leftovers home in one of his containers, that you would then have to wash and bring back to him? Absolutely not.

The beeping of a timer went off then, and he spun around to turn off the numbers flashing at him from the stovetop. He opened the oven, putting on oven mitts before taking out the last dish.

After putting it down at the table, he announced, “Alright, dinner’s served!”

You took a seat, watching as Kun continued to bustle around the kitchen. Putting the oven mitts away, turning the oven off, grabbing a wine bottle, corkscrew, and two wine glasses from the cabinets.

“Oh, I don’t drink anymore,” you informed him casually.

“Oh, sorry.” As he went to go put everything away again, you interrupted him.

“You can drink around me, it’s not... anything like that. I’ll be fine. Just sort of lost the taste for it.”

Kun poured a glass for himself over at the counter before putting the bottle away. “So, what can I get you? I have some sparkling water, sodas, eggnog...”

“Just regular water is fine.”

He rushed to do that, and as he set your glass down in front of you, you noted, “You remembered how much ice...”

“You did give me a ten-minute lecture on the proper ratio of ice to water, if you’ll recall.” He took his seat across from you.

“Alright, lecture is doing a lot of heavy lifting there. I was simply explaining myself thoroughly so as to not be misunderstood.”

“I understood you crystal clear afterwards,” Kun chuckled, lifting his glass of red wine. “Merry Christmas, Y/N. Thank you for agreeing to do this kind of weird thing I asked you.”

“Merry Christmas, Kun,” you clinked your glass to his in a toast. “That’s what I do, remember?”

Dinner continued with civil, even sometimes amicable conversation. Mostly catching up on what had happened in both your lives in the past three years, how your families were, your jobs, fairly neutral topics.

Kun had just finished his doctorate program in the spring, and had taken the position with Dr. Oh at your university while he looked for something more aligned with his studies. You wanted to do some research before possibly going back to pursue a doctorate in your own field.

Kun’s family was doing well, his baby brother Chenle was graduating high school in the spring, his middle brother Dejun was now in his fourth year of undergrad at your own alma mater back home, and his parents were going to be celebrating their 30th anniversary next year on a cruise— which they were both very excited about, as it would be their first one.

You had to belatedly break the news to him that your grandmother passed two years ago— she had always loved Kun and you never did have the heart to tell her that the two of you broke up when she would ask where he was on your visits, since her dementia just meant that you would’ve had to re-explain it to her again the next time you saw her. You elected not to mention any of that to Kun in the moment. Other than her passing, your family was alright. Your parents had just gotten a new old cat from the shelter a few months ago, your older sister welcomed her second child, a baby girl, and you happily showed off pictures of your niece, and now five-year-old nephew to Kun.

“Wow... I can’t believe Little Bear is so big,” he gushed at the photo of your nephew on your shoulders.

“Oh, he’s an absolute menace now,” you laughed and shook your head. “That little docile baby you knew who would just fall asleep in anybody’s arms is nowhere to be found.”

“And his sister?”

“Oh, she’s going to be even worse than her brother, I just know it.” You swiped to another photo of the baby, fond grin on your lips.

Kun’s eyes lingered on you for a moment, then he cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair. “Are you finished?”

“Oh, yeah,” you looked down at your empty plate, having completely forgotten about it in the moment. “It was all really delicious, thanks, Kun.”

“Better than the instant ramen you had planned?”

“By far. You’re a great cook, as always.”

He stood up to grab your plates. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Realizing that this was the end of dinner, of your commitment for the night, you felt simultaneously disappointed and relieved. On one hand, it was kind of nice seeing Kun again and being able to catch up—you especially loved hearing about how his little brothers were doing, you had adored doting on them while you were dating, since you were the youngest sibling yourself. But on the other hand, it was all a façade. Neither of you were addressing the elephant in the room, and it was getting exhausting trying to keep up the friendly chatter and not veer into anything serious, to only put your best foot forward in representing yourself and your life.

“Thank you for inviting me, I don’t think I said that before,” you said indicatively, standing from your seat. “You were right, it was nice being with someone you know, someone who’s from the same place as you, on Christmas.”

Kun gave a half-smile, taking his phone from the table. “We should order you that taxi, huh?”

“Right.”

As you started putting all your layers back on in the hallway, you could hear Kun’s end of the phone call with the cab company.

“What do you mean you’re not dispatching? I know it’s Christmas but— How much?! Seriously?!”

You poked your head out to look at him with concern, but he wasn’t facing you. Instead, he was at the window of the living room, throwing the curtains aside to look out.

“Alright, well, you can’t help that, no, sir. Thank you. Yep, Merry Christmas.”

After he’d hung up without giving his address, you knew something was wrong.

“What’s going on?” You asked cautiously, still slowly pulling on your gloves one finger at a time.

He looked at you over his shoulder, now leaning one forearm against the window. He jerked his head for you to come over. “Come see for yourself.”

You walked over hesitantly, and saw nothing but white. “Oh my God.”

“Forecasts were off a bit. Apparently there’s already been 100cm of snow, and they’re projecting at least another 50 before tomorrow.”

“Holy fucking shit.” Your jaw dropped. “So we’re...”

“Snowed in. Yeah,” he confirmed bluntly. “Guy at the taxi company says they’re not expecting the roads to start being cleared until New Year’s, and they’ll start with businesses and shopping districts first.”

You continued staring at the snow piling up against the window in shock, and Kun took a step back.

“So, you want some eggnog?”

After you had once more removed your coats, scarf, gloves, and boots, you sat down on Kun’s couch, fervently texting all your family. They had apparently seen on the news about the crazy snowstorm hitting your area, and were checking in on you. You reassured them that you were just fine, and were staying at a friend’s place until the storm blew over and the roads cleared. You deigned not to tell them who exactly this ‘friend’ was. You hadn’t told anybody who knew Kun that you were going to his place today, actually. While your family and friends had been supportive of you during the breakup, you could tell how disappointed they were that you two hadn’t worked out—and a couple outright said so. You knew it was in the ‘we’ve never seen you so happy’ sort of way, but that didn’t make it feel any better at the time.

A mug dipped into the top of your vision, accompanied by Kun’s voice. “Here.”

“Oh, thanks,” you flashed him a smile as you accepted it, and set your phone down on his coffee table. “Just letting the brigade back home know I’m not dead under a hundred meters of snow.”

He sat down in the armchair caddy corner to the end of the couch you were at. “My family has been blowing up my phone, too. For some reason my parents aren’t very amused about Chenle and Dejun daring me to go build the world’s largest snowman right now.”

“Probably have enough snow for it,” you mused. “What is the record for the biggest snowman, do you think?”

“Got to be at least ten meters, right?”

“Oh, definitely way more than that.”

“Really? You think?”

“For sure,” you snorted, picking your phone back up and quickly searching online. “It looks like the official Guinness World Record is 37.21 meters, in Bethel, Maine. But Donnersbachwald, Austria made a snowman that was reportedly 38.04 meters, named Riesi.”

Kun whistled lowly. “Well goddamn.”

“And look!” You turned your phone to show Kun the photo of Riesi. “It’s so cute!”

“Is that a top hat?”

“I think?”

As you looked at the picture one more time and put your phone to the side, you reclined back in your seat, lifting your mug up to your lips to take your first sip of the eggnog. The fire continued crackling in the background, and you hummed a Christmas carol to yourself. So you couldn’t make your great escape exactly how you’d planned. But you and Kun had tolerated each other pretty well so far, you could probably make it out of here in a few days relatively unscathed.

“Hey, uhm, what did you mean earlier?” Kun quietly shattered all of your hopes and dreams for peace with just one vague question.

“Huh? When?”

“When I thanked you for going along with my weird idea to get together for Christmas despite… everything. And you said: ‘It’s what I do, remember?’ What did you mean by that?”

“Oh… just… you know— You’d have some weird, or crazy, or slightly irresponsible, or fun idea and I always said yes,” you kept your tone conversational and nostalgic. “Blowing your whole paycheck on a LEGO set that you’d always wanted but your parents would never buy you as a kid, skipping classes in undergrad to laze about your apartment, taking the long way back to your car after Sicheng’s film festival even though it was pouring rain because you remembered I had said on our first date that I’d always wanted to dance in the rain, submitting my paper to the undergraduate research panel…”

“Moving out here,” he filled in for you flatly.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line before nodding. “Moving here…”

“Is that really how you feel? That I was always dragging you around places, making you do stuff that you didn’t want to do?”

“Kun, we’re going to be stuck in here together for who knows how long, can we not do this?”

He threw his hands up in exasperation. “I mean, I knew you were bitter about coming here, but apparently I was holding you hostage the entire four years before that too and had no idea.”

“That is not what I said,” you said through gritted teeth, narrowing your eyes.

“What else am I supposed to think about what you said?”

“You don’t!” You snapped. “You don’t think about it, you don’t read into it, they’re just words! Not everything has a deeper meaning, sometimes people just say stuff, you know.”

“Well you never actually say what you mean, so I have to try to read between the lines.”

“Or maybe I’m saying plenty, and you’re too far up your own ass trying to decipher me like some cosmic puzzle instead of listening to the actual words I’m saying!”

“So I don’t have to ask if you’re still bitter about it, then,” he scoffed.

The final shred of decency and civility left in you burned up right then, and you got to your feet as you exploded, “You convinced me to leave my family, my friends, my home, everything and everyone I knew, to come here for your dreams! And then you told me you didn’t love me anymore! Of course I’m fucking bitter!”

Kun got to his feet too, staring you down intensely. “Then why didn’t you go back home? After you graduated, you stuck around. Why?”

“I was offered the position at the lab—”

“There’s other labs.”

“The studies we’re doing—”

“There’s other studies.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“If you hated it here so much and hated me for dragging you here, why didn’t you take the first chance you had to leave?”

“I just said, it’s not that simple!” You yelled, your hands curling into fists at your side. Kun let out a huff, walking away from his armchair to pace in front of the Christmas tree across the room from you. You weren’t going to let him off that easily, though. “Why did you stop loving me?”

His features turned apologetic for a moment. “Y/N—”

“You knew how much I loved you, that I’d follow you anywhere. I chose to study here even though it was my second choice because your top pick had already accepted you. I thought we were planning our life together, but then you dropped me like it was nothing. So why? Why did you stop loving me?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Just answer the question, Kun,” you demanded. “Why? You had to have an inkling before you took me from everyone I loved—”

“I didn’t take you anywhere, you’re not some helpless waif! We were grown-ups and we made grown-up decisions!” He raised his voice again, face red with anger and veins bulging in his neck and forehead. “If I remember correctly, I suggested being long-distance while we did our graduate studies.”

“I loved you, Kun! I loved you, and I wanted to see you thriving and to support you from right next to you, not be in the sidelines of your life.”

“I never stopped loving you.”

“What?”

“The answer to your question is that I never stopped loving you, actually. I just told you I did.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded, slack-jawed, before you were filled with even more white-hot rage than ever, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Y/N, we were fighting every other day, we never saw each other because we were working so much and when we did we just fought—Like this!” He gestured between the two of you zealously as he defended himself. “—about the stupidest stuff. I could see how much you hated being here, and I knew you resented me for bringing you here, but you wouldn’t ever talk to me about it. I thought that if I was the only thing keeping you here, then I needed to stop being so selfish and let you go back home where you would actually be happy again.”

“And you didn’t think to consult me on any of that?”

His jaw clenched as he took a deep inhale through his nose before answering, voice absolutely incensed, “I couldn’t get you to talk about it! Whenever I tried to ask you how you were doing settling in here, how you liked your program, anything, you just gave me these- these hollow smiles and placated me with the same ‘oh, it’s great, I really like it’ over and over again! It was like being in love with a brick wall!”

“Because I didn’t want youto blame yourself! Because it wasn’t your fault!” Your chest heaved as you caught your breath from so much shouting. The white-hot anger was gone, leaving only a cold sorrow inside you as you were confronted with your own admission. You hugged yourself as you followed it up with a much quieter, “It wasn’t your fault, Kun… It’s just been so much easier to blame you this whole time.”

“Y/N…” Kun sighed, running a hand through his hair as his tone changed from anger to remorse, his face softening. “I should’ve made sure our focus was on your career as much as it was on mine. I let my ambitions become the priority for both of us instead of seriously considering yours as well. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry for blaming you the whole time. You’re right, I was a grown-up, and I made a grown-up decision.” You shook your head at yourself, staring into the dynamic flames of the fireplace. “It was so much easier to hate you for dragging me here than to hate myself for following you here.”

“I’m sorry for lying, too. When I told you I stopped loving you. I really thought that would get you to leave, to go back home where you could be happy again. But it was just needlessly cruel. I’m so, so sorry.” His voice was shaking, and when you looked back at him again, you could see that the whites of his eyes were pink.

“I didn’t go back home because it wouldn’t have meant anything to go back without you,” you finally answered his question, swallowing the lump in your throat. “When we first moved here, and I’d imagine going back home, I would always imagine us going back together. Because it wouldn’t have been home without you, for me. That’s why I stayed. Not because you were here—I really never wanted to see you again. But because you—the you that I wanted, that still loved me—weren’t there.”

“I’m sorry…” He blinked and the first of his tears slipped slowly down his cheek. “I know I said that a lot the first time we did this but… I wasn’t apologizing for the right thing.”

The corners of your lips twitched with a bittersweet, cynical smile. “You didn’t know any of this stuff the first go around.”

“I did know that you loved me. And I really thought that if you could just get over that one little thing then you could be happy again. I underestimated you and what it meant for you to love me.”

“It wasn’t that simple…” You repeated feebly. “You made me happy too, Kun. I should’ve told you that, all of this, everything, instead of pushing it down and letting myself resent you just because that’s what seemed easier at the time. That wasn’t fair to you.”

“None of this was fair on either of us.”

“But saving our relationship wasn’t your sole responsibility, Kun. We were partners, it was on both of us, and I didn’t try.”

“It was everybody’s fault and nobody’s fault,” Kun declared with another sigh, dropping his body back down in the armchair.

“Yeah…” You sat down in the corner of the couch. “It was…”

The apartment was silent as you took another sip of your eggnog, and Kun wiped his damp cheeks.

“So… now what?” You prompted as you met his gaze.

“You still like jigsaw puzzles?”

Kun and you worked together on a puzzle on the floor of his living room. Once put together, it would show a full Winter Wonderland scene. He had put on Christmas music in the background, and your assembly was interspersed with sing-alongs, easygoing conversation, and long, comfortable stretches of silence.

When the puzzle was about halfway done, you let out a big yawn, briefly checking the time on your phone. “Oh, jeez, it’s after midnight already.”

“I think that’s plenty for tonight,” Kun declared, slowly getting to his feet. “We can finish up the rest tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” You twisted around in place to crack your back.

“I’ll go get you some pajamas.” He gave your head a gentle pat before walking off, taking both of your now-empty eggnog mugs with him.

He returned just a couple minutes later in a pair of lounge pants and simple longsleeve shirt, holding out a stack of clothes to you. “Here.”

“Thanks, Kun,” you accepted them gratefully. “But you really didn’t have to—”

“Y/N, were you seriously going to wear the same clothes for like a week straight?” He raised an eyebrow doubtfully.

“I mean, you have a washing machine, presumably.”

“And you would’ve… stood by the washing machine naked? Until they were done?”

You covered your face with one hand as you laughed. “Good point, good point.”

“Seriously, it’s fine.”

“Thanks.”

In the bathroom, you fully appraised the clothes as you changed, a funny sort of tug in your chest when you recognized the sweatshirt he’d given you. It was a plain black crewneck sweatshirt, save for a small rose embroidered on the left wrist, just above the cuff. It had always been your favorite of his to take and wear for yourself before.

The sweatshirt was as soft as you’d remembered, and when you put it on, you were awash not only in Kun’s scent, but warm, happy memories of being held, loved, treasured, safe. You folded up your clothes and left them on the bathroom countertop.

The fire had been put out when you returned to the living room, and the lights on the tree unplugged.

“I uhm, I’m not sure where you wanted me to put my clothes, so they’re on the—” You cut yourself off when you looked up from where you’d been fiddling with the hem of the sweatshirt to see Kun looking at you with an off-putting, oddly mournful look of tenderness. “What? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved off your concerns, his voice tight. “That’s fine, I’ll throw them in the wash with mine tomorrow.”

“Do you have some extra bedding I can use out here?”

“What?”

“I mean, your couch already looks super comfy, but a real pillow would sort of be nice…”

“No, no, you can take my bed,” he shook his head. “I’ll take the couch.”

“Kun, I’ll be fine out here for a few nights,” you pushed back. With humor in your tone, you added, “You’ve done enough sleeping on the couch to last the rest of your life, okay? I think it’s my turn.”

He seemed to understand your joke, but also the sincere intent behind it, and held up his hands in surrender as a smile cracked across his face. “Alright, I know when I’m beat. I’ll get you some pillows and blankets.”

Kun set up your makeshift bed on the couch for you, with a couple of real pillows, a very fluffy blanket, and heavy quilt to go over that. He refilled your water glass from dinner, and set that down on the coffee table for you.

“Oh, phone charger—”

“I have one.” You stopped him with a hand on his arm, going to grab your purse and root through it. “I keep an extra on me. Never know when your phone is going to die reviewing notes in a random café.”

“Right. Cool.” He watched you plug it into the outlet closest to the pillow end of the couch, then stand back up.

“Well, goodnight, Kun. Thanks for letting me stay here.”

“Goodnight, Y/N. Thanks again for coming, and uh, sorry for getting you stuck out here…”

You sat down on the couch, smiling up at him. “Hasn’t been all bad.”

“Yeah, it hasn’t,” he agreed with a chuckle.

When he still hadn’t moved, you realized the both of you must have been debating the same thing. Should you hug goodnight?

To save yourselves, you opened your arms in a half-invitation, and Kun bent over to give you a one-armed hug, briefly rubbing your back before standing back up. He gave you a final hesitant smile and nod. “Night.”

“Night.”

As you laid down, you could hear him walking across the room, and pause at the threshold. Just as you’d finished readjusting your covers and getting cozy with your head on the pillow, the lights were turned off, and you listened to Kun walk all the way into his room and the door creak closed behind him.

You watched the last of the dying embers in the fireplace as you started trying to sort through your muddied thoughts. You and Kun no longer had the awkwardness of bitter exes, but it had just been replaced with a new kind of awkwardness. Now that you didn’t hate each other, what was left? How did you feel about each other?

You still hadn’t figured it out by the time you fell asleep.

Full-body shivers woke you up, and you blinked rapidly trying to readjust to your surroundings. You pulled the blankets tighter around you, but that did practically nothing. Every inch of you from your fingers to your toes felt like a block of ice, and your muscles were shaking to try to generate some kind of heat. Your teeth even chattered a couple of times.

A hasty look at your phone showed you that it was only two and a half hours after you’d fallen asleep. You turned on your phone flashlight, looking around the walls for the thermostat. Having spotted it at the start of the hallway, you made the hasty decision to throw your blankets off you and run over to it as quick as possible, fumbling to look at the controls. But as best you could tell, the heat was definitely turned on, and it was set to a perfectly comfortable temperature.

You felt terrible for what you were about to do, but you were going to get hypothermia sooner than you would get back to sleep at this rate. Lightly knocking on Kun’s bedroom door, you paid attention for any signs of life. After a moment of no response, you knocked again, a bit louder.

There was a groan from inside, followed by a half-intelligible, confused mumble of your name.

“Yeah, Kun, it’s me,” you responded through the wood.

You heard the sounds of him rolling out of bed, then lumbering over to the door. He opened it, rubbing one of his eyes.

“Y/N, what are you— Shit, it’s a fucking meatlocker out there!” He exclaimed, grabbing at his own arms.

“Yeah, I know. I’m really sorry to wake you up, but I can’t seem to figure out your thermostat and it’s freezing out here.”

Kun pushed past you, shutting his door tight behind him before going to inspect the thermostat himself. “Doesn’t make sense… The heat should be working fine…”

“Oh.”

“God, of course it’s fucking broken,” he grumbled. “I’m sorry about this, Y/N. I’ll go call the maintenance line right now.”

Just a moment later, and you heard more swearing from his room. He came back out with his phone in hand. “Got a text from the management company… Heat in the whole complex is busted, but they can’t get anybody out here until the roads are clear.”

“Shit…”

He spun on his heel back towards the bedroom. “Come on, it’s at least a little warmer in my room. You’ll freeze to death out here.”

You followed him in without complaint, and he shut the door firmly behind you. He grabbed a towel from his attached bathroom and stuffed it under the crack of the door.

You couldn’t see much about his bedroom in the dark except for a few vague shapes, but the air felt noticeably warmer in here than it had been in the living room. Kun opened up a couple of drawers on what you were now realizing was a dresser, and grabbed a hoodie for himself, then handed you a zip-up hoodie. It was big enough to fit the sleeves of your sweatshirt through, and you could feel the chattering of your teeth dying down.

Kun sat down on one side of the bed, and indicated to the other side for you. You obliged, following his lead to slip under the covers. The sheet, blankets, and heavy quilt were still pleasantly warm, and you rubbed your frozen feet together in contentment. You accidentally bumped Kun’s leg, a flash of accidental heat.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry!” You jerked your limbs as far back as you dared without leaving the security of the blankets.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re an icicle,” Kun said disapprovingly.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

“Come here,” he sighed and lifted the blankets in between you two.

“Wh—”

“I’m not going to let you freeze to death literally right next to me. Either you come here or I go over there.”

You shuffled a couple inches closer to him, but either he was impatient, or wasn’t sure that you’d follow through, because he moved to close the gap himself, meeting you in the middle and wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer to him.

You gulped, and hoped he couldn’t hear it. “That’s a lot better, actually.”

“I was always much warmer than you,” he pointed out.

Readjusting to lay on your side facing the same direction as him, your hand brushed against his that was slung over your middle.

“God, you feel like you’re about to lose your fingers to frostbite, too.” He covered your hand with his.

You instinctively spread your fingers so his would slot together with them, and it felt so familiar and comfortable that you almost burst into tears again on the spot.

“Y/N?”

“Y-Yeah?” You tried and failed to keep your voice casual.

“I think you’re cutting off my circulation now.”

“Oh God, sorry!” You loosened the death grip you didn’t even realized you’d had on his appendages.

“It’s alright,” he reassured you. “Are you warming up?”

You nodded hastily. “For sure. Thank you, again.”

“I was thinking… about earlier.”

“Kun, for real, if there was ever a time not to fight.”

“No, it’s not— Well it is about that, but I’m not looking for a round two, promise.”

“Okay…”

“I was thinking… about how I didn’t really accept your apologies, and you didn’t accept mine.”

“That’s fine, Kun. Not every apology is made to be accepted.”

“I know, I know. And I’m not fishing for your forgiveness right now. I was just thinking, about how I’m kind of relieved, that we still haven’t you know, finally gotten our closure or whatever.” His breath was getting quicker. “Because I don’t want this to be over, actually. And closure feels like it’d really be the end.”

You squeezed your eyes shut tight and opened them back up again, staring into the inky darkness. “What do you mean by that, Kun?”

“I mean… When I said I never stopped loving you, I didn’t just mean when we broke up. I still do.”

“So you… What? Want to get back together?” Your voice was a hoarse whisper.

“At least talk about it,” he confirmed. “I’ll do anything you want, lovey. Complete restart, take you on a new first date, or we can even just try to be friends first. I’m not saying we have to jump right back in where we left off. I think we need to leave space for the people we’ve become since then but… I know I want to try again.”

You swallowed down your sniffles as you turned over to finally face him. Despite the lack of light, you could find every feature on Kun’s face, holding a caged hopefulness in them. You gently caressed his cheek with the back of your knuckles.

“Okay…” You murmured. “We can try again. I-I want that too.”

You caught just a flicker of Kun’s bright grin before you were tangling your fingers in his shaggy locks and pulling his mouth to yours. It was somehow even better than you remembered, than you had imagined, because it felt like coming home all at once. Like all of you, body, mind, soul, heart, had come home.

Kun kissed you back just as ardently, tangling his legs with yours and pulling you even closer—if it were even possible. One of his hands cupped your cheek while the other wrapped around your waist, bunching in the fabric at the small of your back.

When your lungs were screaming for air and you were light-headed for more than one reason, you broke away, resting your forehead against his.

“Looks like neither of us followed the no gift rule,” Kun said in the negligible space between your mouths, the tip of his nose bumping yours for a moment. “I think I had my heart gift-wrapped for you from the moment I saw you again.”

You chuckled as you stole one, two more kisses from him. “You’re as cheesy as ever, pooks.”

“I have three years’ worth of lines like that stocked up,” he teased, giving you another peck. “And you’re stuck in here with me until next year, lovey.”

sequel :･ﾟ✧｡･:･*

⤷ 2023 hallmark movie marathon | blog masterlist

[abbyslev]

𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀- 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

A/N: JUNE ACTUALLY WROTE WTF YOU GUYS WHAT WHAT WHAT OMG its not my best and there will def be a smutty part 2… just be happy i ever wrote LMAOOO but guys let’s thank me elvis presley for inspiring me to write this

WARNINGS: not proofread at all sorry guys it’s 2 am

It was uncomfortably hot, your body feeling waves of heat overcome it.

       You fan your face, walking away from the crowd of people. “Where are you going?” Sasha yelled over the loud music, holding onto your arm. “Outside. Need air.” You just smile before walking away. You push the door, back leaning against the cold doors. 

       Ah, the simple regret. You hated studying and sticking your nose in a book, so you chose to party. You never seem to grasp the fact that you lived in the city, and partying is just what young adults did all weekend. You hated crowded parties. 

      Your phone vibrated in your pocket. You picked it up, the light flashing your sensetive eyes. 

Hange

 u still alive?

           Yeahhh just rlly crowded

Hange

omg you never learn 

lol

no i’m outside rn 

breathing air 

Hange

ur funny 

what time r u planning to come home? 

i’m at the library rn 

and how drunk r u

drunk off my ass 

very much so 

ohhh is it busy 

Hange

yes

what library is busy at 2 am 

smartass 

call me 

            You smiled at the last message before pushing the call button.  “Hey.” Hange’s raspy voice came from your speaker. You sat on the floor, playing with the strings of your shoes. “Aren’t you supposed to be quiet in the library?” You smiled.

      “Well no one is here.” You could practically hear their smirk. “Ok, i get it.” You rolled your eyes. “Why are you studying this late anyway?” “Big assessment tomorrow. It's huge and we have to mix chemicals and stuff.” “Tough shit. You think Professor Erwin’s gonna kill you if you fail?” “What part of ‘huge’ did you miss?” Hange smiled. 

       “Pshhh, don’t ask me. I couldn’t even tell you the color of the sky right now.” You leaned your head back, closing your eyes. “Do you have someone to walk you home?” Hange’s tone changed. “I’m not gonna lie, I came here alone.” You sighed.

        “Someone’s gotta be there.” “I got Sash.” You rubbed your eyes. “That’s fine, as long as she can walk you home. Or someone… besides that Ymir girl… she’s too touchy.” Hange said. You froze, sitting up. “What do you mean?” You pushed more. 

      Why would Hange ever care about your past flings. “Well, she’s just weird.” Hange played it off with a laugh. “Cause we were a thing?” You squinted. “Not necessarily…” They trailed off. “It’s because we were a thing.” You said ina. demanding tone. “I’m not repeating myself.” Hange hummed. 

      You stayed quiet for a moment. “Are you jealous?” You laugh. Now it was Hange’s turn to stay silent. “Why would I be jealous?” Hange nervously chuckled. “Because you and I know there’s something going on.” You lowered your tone.

        “You’re drunk off your ass!” Hange laughed. “Am I really?” You challenged them. You knew that if you were sober, these words would not be leaving your mouth. But there was so much tension between you and Hange, it was hard to deny. 

      Your friends always told you to reconsider your thoughts about Hange. You brushed it off, not wanting to ruin everything. You were feeling quite confident at this moment. 

        “You tell me.” Hange snarked back. “Well, I think you and I know what’s really going on here.” You bit your lip. “And what is that exactly?” “That we both know this whole roommate's bullshit is just an excuse to be around eachother. We both know there’s more to that.” 

      Hange stayed silent. “I’m going home.” You hang up the phone, standing from the floor. 

-

         Your head laid against the cold wall, head pounding. You heard a chuckle.

        Hange took their key, fitting in the lock. “Did you forget your key?” “I was waiting on you.” You shook your head. Hange helped you up, rushing you inside. 

         “What was that whole thing about?” Hange asked you, kneeling to take off your shoes. “Just some drunk thoughts.” “Which are sober ones?” Hange pulled off your shoe, standing back up. “Maybe.” “Why can’t we talk about this when you’re sober?” Hange set down their backpack, cheeks turning red. 

    You stayed silent, looking down. You felt Hange’s warm lips on yours, back pressing against the kitchen counter. They held your face in between their hands, lips softly molding with yours. They pulled back, panic in their voice. “I should’ve asked, I'm sorry.” They blushed harder. You shook your head, pushing their foggy glasses up. You kissed them again, before pecking their face over and over again. 

      “You reconsider what I said.” You kiss their nose once more. 

[strip4kaneshiro]

Cole Cassidy x Texan! reader domesticity headcanons

hiii it’s Kay again LOL. My first comeback piece and it’s Overwatch head canons LMAO. Felt some type of way about writing headcanons about real people so we’re moving on to fictional characters as the lord intended. As of rn, I’m fixated on Cassidy, Reaper, and Lifeweaver as my faves. So expect me to write about them TRUST

You and him defo live on a small ranch back in his home state of Texas together

this takes place in a universe where Overwatch is a lil more flexible with him than before, so don’t worry too much about the logistics ok???

Not close too his hometown though ( he’s still wanted there, rip), so you end up choosing a ranch set of land south enough to still be able to reach the coast if wanted. Cole was adamant about being able to take beach road trips

Let’s you do majority of the interior decorating, while he focuses on upkeeping the outdoors of your home

In the process of choosing yalls house and moving in, contrary to popular belief, Cassidy was the super picky one

I swear you had to change real estate agents twice because he wouldn’t stop nitpicking LMAO, but all for good reason, He just wants the best for his darling <3

He will NEVER wake you up earlier than 9 am for any reason unless it’s a doctors appointment or a road trip. Babes just wants to watch you sleep

“Cole! It’s 10:30! You weren’t gonna wake me up?!” You chastise, jumping out of bed and pulling stray hairs out your face

“Now why would I disturb your peace?” and he flashes that damn cowboy charming smile smh i hate him so bad

If your into skincare stuff, he simply watches you in amazement as you go through a multi step routine

Begins asking you to help him, not because he cares much about his skin, but he loves to see you yap about what you love

(Please free this man from the 14 in 1 in the shower)

Bro CANNOT keep his hands off of you for any reason and it makes everyone both envious and uncomfortable

If you’re in the kitchen, hands wrapped around your waist from the side. Doing laundry? He’s leaning on your shoulder and simply watching.

Depending on if Overwatch needs him, he will force them to give him a 14 hour notice so he can tell you. Cole never wants you to wake up confused and alone like how he did Ashe and Deadlock gang

Speaking of, expect to see the, very often in your house. They all just decided y’all’s house was the hangout spot like a bunch of high schoolers

He doesn’t appreciate how Ashe and you team up to tease him

Ended up getting two dogs and a cat with him.

The cat loves you but cannot stand being near Cole unless it’s bribed (male cat)

“Oh, did your wife give you those scratches Cass?” (Baptiste)

Cole begrudgingly acknowledges the scratches on his shoulders and back during a training session.

He forces you to trim his claws and get him a scratching post when he gets back home

If you drink coffee/tea/matcha, he leaves enough hot water in the coffee pot so you can make whatever you choose. Or if he knows, he just does it himself and leaves it for you warm cold (ik some of you r iced coffee fiends)

Cole takes you on shopping trips every couple of months because he loves to spoil you, he even carries all the bags without one single complaint! (He gets to flex his ranch muscles)

Don’t let it be a nice day over 70 degrees, this man will take any chance he gets to have as little clothing on as possible around you (Why he does this we don’t know)

Catch him in a tank top or no shirt at all doing yard work while you lay in a chaise , tanning or quietly reading.

He wouldn’t have it any other way though, he loves working hard for the ones he loves.

So as the day comes to the end, and you come outside with some iced tea for him, he wipes as much sweat as he can off of himself before leaning over and kidding the top of your head.

“I love you, darlin’.” He’ll mutter, before wrapping his toned arms around you and embracing you

[donnieisaprettyboy]

I really hate that in the US there’s a culture that expects you to go to work/school sick. I have a horrible cold rn, bad enough that I’m worried it may be the flu, but because it’s “just a cold” I don’t get excused from classes/labs. I’ve decided to just cut my classes today, but I still have a 3 hour chemistry lab that I can’t miss. the entire grade is based on the accuracy of our experiment and they won’t let me miss because I “just have a cold.”

I got almost no sleep last night, my whole body aches, im having hot flashes, it hurts to move, but US culture still expects you to show up and work.

[vodika-vibes]

Im on my period rn and I have endometriosis so I’m in a lot of pain and I was wondering how Fixer would take care of a reader with severe period pains…I have severe Fixer brainrot…

However if you‘re not comfortable writing something like this I apologize 🙈

Painful Days

Summary: Fixer takes care of you when you're paralyzed with pain.

Pairing: Clone Commando Fixer x Reader

Word Count: 619

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this is so short. I get migraines when I'm on my period so I legitimately don't know how people take care of normal periods. I don't like it when people breathe near me when I'm on mine, lol.

You exhale slowly, trying to breathe through the pain of your cramps, as you curl up on your couch.

You’re going to be fine. You always are. But sometimes the pain is harder to ignore than other times. 

And by that, you mean that you can sometimes work through the pain. This, unfortunately, isn’t one of those times.

A particularly sharp stab of pain causes you to grit your teeth and curl around your heating pad. This was supposed to help. The fact that it never has before isn’t important, it’s supposed to work this time.

“The pain medicine hasn’t kicked in yet?” Fixer asks as he smooths his hand through your hair.

“Sure it has.” You say through clenched teeth, “I no longer feel like using a knife to cut out my uterus. That’s a step up.”

Fixer doesn’t say anything for a moment, “Does curling up like that actually help?” He finally asks.

You pout at him, “It does in my head.”

“So that would be no, then.”

“If you’re not going to be helpful-” You say with a glare.

“Ah, I brought a bar of chocolate. As well as some hot tea. But you have to sit up before I give either to you.”

You consider his offerings for a moment, and then decide that they are acceptable gifts, so you slowly sit up. Fixer flashes a small smile at you, and  you feel a surge of affection for him, “Will you sit with me?” You ask.

“As if you have to ask.” Fixer replies as he sets your favorite mug on the table, and then drops on the couch next to you.

You immediately climb into his lap and set your head under his chin, pulling his arms around your lower stomach to hold your heating pad in place.

“Better?” Fixer asks, as he adjusts you slightly so that you’re more comfortably situated on his lap.

You consider everything for a moment, “I’m not worse,” You finally decide, “Which is about the best I’m going to get, I think.”

Fixer reaches around you and grabs your mug to set it in your hands, “Well, it’s not perfect, but I’ll take it. We can order something salty and greasy for dinner tonight. I know that makes you feel better.”

“You hate salty and greasy.”

“There are a lot of things I hate that I’ll put up with because you want them.” Fixer replies easily, “You’re worth it, cyare.”

You smile up at him adoringly, “I love you, did you know that?” You ask.

“You’ve made it glaringly obvious, yes.” Fixer replies as he leans in and kisses the back of your head, “I love you too, you know. Why else would I put up with all of this?” There’s no heat in his voice, though, and you don’t take his words harshly.

You shift on his lap so you’re able to press a light kiss against his jaw, and you smile when he lowers his chin so he can kiss you properly. “You know,” He murmurs, “There is something that I can do to help with the cramps.”

You sigh softly, “Maybe later, when the pain is a little less.” You reply against his lips, “But it’ll be messy.”

“That’s what towels are for. Or just using the shower. Either is fine with me.” Fixer replies. 

You allow your head to thump against his shoulder, “I’ll think about it. When the pain is a little less. Thank you, Fixer.”

“You don’t have to thank me for taking care of you, cyare. That’s my job.” He kisses your temple, and tightens his grip around you. “Drink your tea, it’s going to get cold.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

[unfilteredrealities]

On Saturday I woke up with symptoms of a cold as if I was going to be sick.

Today on Monday I woke up dizzy and drowsy. At work my pulse was going from 70bpm to 136bpm and my body couldn’t regulate the heat at all. My face is so red atm. I have hot flashes and it sucks and there are only 19°c outside rn. Inside work on the floor it’s defo 30°c felt tbh.

Can’t wait to fucking arrive home and strip all my clothes off of me and get dressed in chill clothes that don’t trigger me sensory wise.

My psoriasis is going haywire as well. I hope to god it’s getting better over the summer else I’m gonna be sad and heartbroken but my body won’t care about my feelings.

Thank you to everyone who left their input under the post where I rambled about my suspicion and symptoms of having pots and me/cfs ❤️ It means a lot to me. I am still looking at all the informations and webpages and faqs 🫂

I realised I might have B vitamin deficiency because I’m obsessed with nutritional yeast and that is rich in Vitamin B apparently bcs it resembles meat or something taste wise idk.

I am so happy to go home now. Finally today is over. 8 long fucking hours I survived again. It was such mental strain to listen to the trainer over Google meet when the connection was crappy and the screen sharing thing kept glitching and the headphones where pushing into my skin and my ears hurt and my glasses and the headphones had a fight.

Ya girl is going home now and r.i.p decompressing for at least 3/4 hours to be okay again

[teamfortresstwo]

There is a symphony of sounds, from just beyond his thin walls of wood, just beyond his curtained windows. There is the deafening crash of waves, wearing away at boulders, the thunderous clapping of lightning, the echo of the heavy sheet of rain continuously splattering against glass, all music to a mind like his. His heavy hands take the kettle off the heat, and pour the now boiling water. There are two cups, and he is only one. The water splashes into the cup, boiling hot droplets making it's way onto his calloused palm, he does not care. He just shakes it off.

The smell of chamomile fills the room, the man lifts one cup up, gently tilting it in a circle, causing the liquid to swirl. He pulls the curtains, revealing darkness. Revealing the angry sea, threatening to take what does not belong to it, the angry flashes of light, speaking of fire and violence and fear, the rain falling down with not one ounce of kindness or remorse, or maybe it's just the way the clouds cry today, from anger and not sadness. Truthfully, he does not care.

He lets go, the heavy curtains falling over the windowpane again, covering the sight, leaving only the noise. He goes to his leather, cushioned, seat and sinks into it. Cup of tea in one hand, the other wanders to the neckline of his heavy, cableknit sweater. The wool is a little bit scratchy, but it is a dark blue, and it is warm and it is his favorite. His hand fidgets with a silver ring on a leather cord, a necklace or sorts if you will. Its, clear, counterpart sitting on the ring finger that is wrapped around a hot mug currently. He takes a drink too soon, coughing due to the scorching liquid running down his throat, but he reclines further into his chair, and he doesn't care.

The TV is playing some long documentary about something, he wasn't sure exactly what, a train maybe? He liked it either way, but the storm drowned out all the noise, rendering it pointless. Instead of turning the volume up he simply shut the television off, and sat in darkness. A book lay discarded on a nightstand nearby, and he had only gotten a few pages in before deciding that he hates it. Maybe he should have gave it another chance, but. He really didn't care.

Not long after, the tall man finishes his tea, not bothering to put his mug away properly, he gets up despite the comfort and leaves to his room. He turns to the mirror one last time before going into bed, his bright blue eyes look back at him. He looks tired, but content.

There is a faraway sadness that never found it's home in his eyes til now. The man runs his hand through his white hair, at chin length now, and he sighs, dropping his shoulder. He will wait for him, for all eternity, he says to himself, fidgeting with the ring on his necklace once more. And all eternity is the time he's got.

OooOOooOh okay this is so good and I’m so inarticulate rn but!!

I love how you word this so delicately but still removed from the scene, it adds to the vibe of melancholy.

And i like like, the cold vibe of it!! Especially since it’s contrasted with the moments of warmth!! And it also perfectly represents the lonely. He is comfortable and he is warm but it is so so cold.

Especially I like the moments of pain where Peter just brushes it away. That’s what really made it so lonely because the lonely isn’t truly content, simply apathetic. And I like that!! Like peter not caring that his shirt is scratchy or that he got scolded is so <333

AND THE LONGING!! That is also so so very lonely. Especially at the end, because Peter probably isn’t even sure if elias will die. Him saying he’ll wait for eternity could very well be true and it’s the first time we see him care in this fic!!

But the fact is, it’s faraway. He doesn’t know how to miss him in a way that’s not detatched!! And it’s like- you did so much with so little. The way he says he’ll wait for him for all eternity like it’s a promise, like he knows he’ll be alone for so long, and he’s put up this warm facade in this cold place and this should be what he loves-

But it’s not because he’s not here and if that ISNT THE LONELIEST SHIT-

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

KAHDHBSHDBSJSBSJNSKA if only i could write papers for my classes as easily as i can asks for you </3

I’M LIKE GOING OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD RN BECAUSE I’M SENDING THIS ON PHONE SO I MIGHT NOT REMEMBER EVERYTHING BUT I AGREE I AGREE I AGREEEEEEEE GOJO MOST DEFINITELY SAID ‘aishiteru’ (for the nuance 😫😫😫😫) AND I WILL NOT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWERRRRRRR (i watched jjk 0 on my laptop and when i tell you the amount of times i rewatched that specific scene to see if i could make out what he said……… 💀💀💀💀💀 I COULD SEE THE AISHITERU I WATCHED IT SO MUCH)

geto’s “at least curse me a little at the end” to gojo’s “love is the most twisted curse of all”

LIKEEEE JABSJSBHDBSJSBSN

“see you later” (this one wouldn’t age well 💀) was one i was telling one of my other friends because she was like what if it’s not ily and i was like 1) be quiet but 2) IMAGINE he said it thinking he’d see him again in some sort of afterlife or another universe and he sees him again as a shell for another being THE ANGUISH THE DESPAIR HE WAS STOLEN FROM HIM NOT ONCE BUT TWICEEEEEE

“my six eyes tell me that you’re geto suguru but my soul knows otherwise” I AM SO NORMALLLLLLLLLL ABOUT THEM OH MY GODDDDDDD biting my fist and banging my head

anyways :3

NANAMI’S BLACK FLASHES WERE SO COLD OH MY GOD AND I MIGHT BE WRONG BUT DOESNT HE SAY LEAVE IT TO ME IN JJK 0 to his i’ll leave it to you (you’ve got it from here) in shibuya arc </3 I HATEEEEEEE AIDHJSBDJSNDN (i love)

AND YOU LOVED I LOVE YOO OMG ARI I LOVE YOO WAS SO AJDHJSNDJSJ THAT WAS MY LIFEEEEE kissing the ground you walk on IM SO AJSHJSBDJSNDJ YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDDDD

AND AND YOU MIGHTVE SEEN OPERATION: TRUE LOVE AROUND the mmc’s are sooooooooo :3 they’re so yummy looking IF I WERE SUA (fmc’s name) I WOULD WANT THEM BOTH I COULD NOT PICK

OH YEAH AND LOWKEY I DO SEE YOU LIKING DOKJA MORE HAHHAHAHAHHAA HES JUST SO SHDHJSNS HES JUST GOOD LIKE THAT IM NGL TO YOU

OH AND i am picking the manga back up for you i swear ITS OKAY I DONT NEED MY HEART AND SANITY ANYWAYS (thinking about the leaks…….)

AND AND AND WHO IS YOUR HSR TEAM IF YOU DONT MIND ME ASKING :00000 (and ty ;-; every time i get a quest out of the way a new one pops up and i’m just like LET ME LEVEL MY BOOTHILL UP PLEASEEEEEE)

AND AND AAANNNDDDDD i saw that you wanted to start bnha :3 ANYTHING I TRY TO SAY TO COMFORT YOU MIGHT MAKE IT SOUND WORSE BUT IMAGINE ALL THE DABI THOUGHTS YOU COULD HAVE yummy yummy dabi thoughts PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE omg abdhsbsnns

okay let me shut up now

EAT LOTS OF YUMMY FOOD AND DRINK LOTS OF WATER AND TAKE AS MUCH REST AS YOU NEEEEDDDDDD much love to you <333333

MY DEAREST KOI 🥹🥹🥹 forgive this late response i’m going through my inbox ask by ask….

I HOPE YOUR CLASSES ARE GOING WELL 🙏… assuming you aren’t on summer break……. i soooo get that 😔😔😔 i wish i had as much motivation to do my assignments as i have when it comes to. writing abt hot men LMAO

BUT YES HE 100% SAID AISHITERUUUU I REFUSE TO BELIEVE ANYTHING ELSE. it’s funny that you mention the ”see you later” because it’s actually kinda true!! the lyrics to ao no sumika + the jjk 0 light novel together highly imply that gojo wanted to say ”we’ll meet again, won’t we?” but chose not to because he knew it’d become a curse :’3 (ironic since he still ended up cursing suguru into seeing him again by not properly disposing of his corpse…… ow ow ow.) ANDDD THE SEALING SCENE!!!! SO GOOD!!!!!! they did it sm justice in the anime…

NANAMI’S BLACK FLASHES 😵‍���😵‍💫😵‍💫 the way he ate his 30 seconds of screen time….. AND WAHH YOU’RE RIGHT I HADN’T NOTICED THAT BEFORE. our beloved working man :(((((((

I WAS SOOOO OBSESSED WITH I LOVE YOO KOI 😭😭😭😭😭 i loved ….. the ginger……… he was so good………… THE OPERATION TRUE LOVE MLS DO LOOK TASTY . and dokja…… his soggy meowmeow vibes have captivated me <33333

MY HSR TEAM IS THIS :3333333

….. aka. three parental figures and the shady uncle……….. lmao. i love them!!!!!!!! :3

i started playing a while ago but took a lot of breaks so…. i’m still very early in the game :’3 i feel like i missed so many cool characters while i was gone…. i love himiko but . i’m not super fond of her playstyle so i think i’ll switch her out for someone else!!!! i’m having trouble choosing between huohuo and jiaoqui :< i’d like them both but….. i only have a single ten pull saved up………..

WHAT ABT YOU KOIIIII what’s your team???? :333

AND PLEASEEEE NOT THE DABI BAIT 😭😭😭 yeahhhh……. the manga finally ended so i might. pick it back up. or maybe just the anime…. YOU WILL BE THE FIRST TO KNOW 🙏🙏 i fear aridabi will be real whether i like it or not…….

ILY KOI <333333 make sure to take care of yourself too!!!! drink water and eat tasty food!!!!!!! :333

[murdrdocs]

nothing compares to waiting to see if you got into an audition only choir or to see if you got the role you auditioned for bc rn I’m waiting for the first one (I got in last year but your spot is never guaranteed) and we auditioned on Thursday, the professor said he’d tell us by Friday or Saturday AND ITS LITERALLY MONDAY (12:21 am) and I’m shitting my pants and getting the hot and cold flashes/sweats whatever tf they are

choir/theatre kids have an unmatched level of school anxiety and I stand by that

omg this sounds like torture???? plz i hope this is announced soon so the torture can end

[badluvkii]

tjings i associate with ateez new album songs bc of my synesthesia

ive only processed the unit songs so far because it takes a while to get a full image

matz : matz was one i saw more witu pattern more than objects / a scene before but i always had a metallic silver of the pattern , then i associated it with broken metal , like if a car got in a crash and left debris and crashed glass and stuff , black tar concrete . i didn’t see a color other than grey , silver , black for a while but i started recently to see specifically seonghwa with blood red and hongjoong in dark purple almost indigo . i usually have a flash of pink in a lot of ateez songs wjen hongjoong sings tho, not every song tho , it’s pretty rare that happens but hongjoong is very hot pink in cyberpunk . the pattern is thick and sharp and metallic silver . could cut u probably if it was a real object . it’s like a demolition site , danger , car chases and like racing . it’s so cool honestly

it’s you : i saw it like the end of the perfume mv , which is good in my opinion bc perfume is my song of the year . it’s purple and pink with a bit of blue . i saw flowers and bright lights . the song is in a dark environment, pretty sure it’s nigjt . it has vibes of when you’re drunk in another country at night at bars that are well decorated with flowers and lights and pretty . cool air , i feel my skin is cool wjen i hear it , good for me because i love that specific temperature due to my skin being sensitive to heat . i can see streetligjts like memories wjen i go out at night after meeting family wjen i travel to both of my home countries to see my family and go out drinking by my own after . happy vibes . i know it’s a seductive song but it gives me good vibes like i’m tipsy and tbh i’m usually horny when i’m tipsy so it makes sense lmao . i have a few good rated 18+ memories i associate , bc i like to party , that i’m not gonna go into bc this is family friendly lnao but not as much as i’ve experienced in my life only a few wholesome 18+ memories bc i don’t particularly see it as THAT sexual . it gives perfume vibes too i can see water too like a late night pool party ?? i don’t see perfume the way the mv depicts it but i LOVE perfume’s mv . this is perfume . the pattern is more pastel than i see the image , thin circular shapes with only sharp bits at the end . almost like vines . i mainly see pastel pink and a little of pastel purple with it

youth : it’s the hardest one i have thougjt about . it reminds me of a highshcool night when you get out of school and go to a field with your best friend and just sit there and have a deep and fun conversation. it’s a sunset (? is that the orange one?) oh well it’s light orange sky fading to yellow and the sun is going down . the grass is green but have a deeper colour like lower saturation . but there is a massive grass area with no trees in front and behind there is a large tree area like a forest . you can see the sky perfectly there’s no things obstructing your vision . i’m familiar with it and it gives me a warm nostalgia. rn i’m listening and it’s cold winter below freezing and it makes me feel warmer . i see it as orange and yellow and i also associate it with seeing sunflowers and smelling freshly cut grass (which i love) . it’s like a slightly later feild picnic with your best friend in the whole world , full with ur fav snacks. the pattern is very hard to see in all honesty but it expands outwards softly like a non-agressive firework and flows as the song goes , it moves with the song , that’s why it’s so hard to see

everything : sadly , i haven’t experienced how this feels because i don’t have the money to do this which sucks hard bc i’m jongho biased . i see it like the romcom movies in an american bar (i’m not american so i’m guessing i’m sorry if it’s inaccurate but i’ve seen stuff like this in movies) where they have the singers (jongho) in suits and playing the pianos and there’s sparkly walls by almost tinsel like things on them and the whole room is dazzling , the singers eyes are sparkling and the sparkles in the champagne are glistening while the soft warm toned ligjts hit it . all of the people inside are rich people in gorgeous black and white dresses with pearls and silks and the men have tailored suits made of rich velvet all sat on tables , mainly two-tables for couples . it’s a romantic night . i see everything like black and white , but a warm tone in it too?? (like bendy and the ink machine color pallete but the beige is more of a warm goldish-tone) . this migjt me bwinf jongho ulted and i love him so much it’s like almost a fanfic lmao but it’s like the feeling of you’re the singer’s lover and you’re watching their performance in adoration . yeah it migjt just be me being jongho biased and the love i feel is how much he means to me but it gives me that emotional feeling . the pattern is like cursive writing and old architecture structures kind of look to it . it’s intricate and detailed , it’s really beautiful

[mmmmmmmmicrowave]

Tmw you’re pretty sure you have a head cold w/o a fever but you’ve decided to call it allergies since you don’t have a fever and therefore cannot confirm it’s a head cold.

I puked a minute ago lol.. I’ve had like three people this week already (it’s a Monday) ask if I’ve got Covid. I feel ok, besides excessive phlegm, a ticklish throat (leading to coughing, puking, sore throat, muscle/diaphragm/abdominal cramps, etc) and brain fog (oh and watery eyes but I think that’s the cough). No fever tho; just hot flashes when I get my usual dull migraines. Tbh this is probably TMI to post abt on the internet but I can’t even care rn;

I’m just tired and sick of feeling sick.. at any given time I have symptoms of various illnesses to various degrees but never a headache, I essentially have a constant cold that can change and shift but never quite goes away and never presents a fever. Honestly I don’t remember the last time I had a fever when I was genuinely ill.

[starshipabyss]

[steveluvr]

so pretty ♡

summary meeting college!baseball player!steve rogers at a party and fucking him :) 

college!steve rogers x reader (reader has no pronouns but has a vag)

warnings smut, p in v 

word count 1k

an / just getting back into writing and i want this blog to become a sort of ask blog where we talk abt aus and stuff. i’m rlly into college aus rn w steve/bucky/johnny storm so :) 

“You’re so pretty,” Steve’s lips ghost over yours as his arms cage you up against the wall. The room is humid and sweaty. You can feel his hot breath on your face, he smells like beer and spearmint gum. Not the chewy kind, the kind that crackles when you start chewing it. 

“Just pretty? Is that all I am Steven?” You feign innocence before biting his lips between your teeth and gently pulling him closer. You place your palm over the front of his jeans to feel his hardened cock pushing against the zipper and caging fabric. “You’re pretty too.” 

You pull your lips away from him and he gently rests his forehead on yours. You can feel how sweaty and flushed his face is from the alcohol and you blink your eyes up at him sweetly. He looks down the hallway to see the party getting louder by the hour and shyly suggests you go into the bathroom. 

“I have a condom,” he pulls his brown faux leather wallet from his back pocket to find the small gold package. He struggles with it for a bit, his hands full with his fumbling and his wallet still out and you gently take it from him and sit comfortably on the counter, not really caring about the random gel bottles and brushing the toothbrushes into the sink.

Once the condom is open and in your hands Steve is unbuckling the belt of his jeans and letting them and his underwear fall to the ground.

You notice how long his cock is immediately. It’s hard to miss, the way it’s slightly bobbing and you hand him the condom. He takes a moment to roll it up his cock and looks at you expectantly.

His lips find yours again as he kisses you, harshly this time. Saliva and tongue everywhere, his lips crashing into yours, sucking on your tongue and mouths moving both together and against each other. It was harsh and it was messy as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hopefully bring him closer to you.

You could feel his cock hard on your thigh. He looks up at you before hiking up your dress and you giggle as he pulls your panties harshly down and off your legs.

“It’s not fair ‘m almost naked and you’re not,” he says while nearly ripping the flimsy article off and tossing on the floor near his feet. He goes in to kiss you again and your chests move up and down quickly together.

“Please,” you whine, immediately scolding yourself in your mind for sounding desperate and he flashes you a shy smile. You purse your lips at him as he lifts your legs above your shoulders and leans you back gently on the mirror behind the sink.

The lighting in the room is harsh and wall seems to be vibrating from the loud party music making its way through the house. You felt the tip of Steve’s cock poke your dripping cunt and you shivered a little bit. It was warm on your cold, exposed pussy and you wanted him inside you.

With a groan he pushed in and you heard him let out what sounded like a whimper. He pushed deeper, desperate to feel your cunt around his cock. He hummed, “‘re so warm.” He was slurring slightly, not out of drunkenness but because he was not expecting to feel this good.

“You’re so hot,” you whispered, hotly on his ear as he pushed deeper into you, deep enough that you could feel his balls on your pussy. You turned his head to make him look at you. “You’re so hot,” you kissed him again and he started moving his hips backwards and forwards.

His movements were jerky, messy, not inexperienced but desperate. One of his hands went down between your legs to rub at your clit in gentle circles. You breathed out a moan and pulled away from his lips when you felt him tug at your clit. You threw your head back and panted as he thrusted, closing your eyes and panting.

He could feel you clenching around him as he thrusted, “You’re so…good,” he whispered as you moaned.

“So good, Steve,” you felt him thrust harder and take his hand off your clit to lean up against the wall behind you. You began rubbing at your own clit and breathed heavily.

“‘M gonna cum, okay?” You warned and he nodded as you closed your eyes rubbing faster at your clit and breathing out sighs as you clench around him hard. The endorphins rushed to your brain and down your back, easing any of the tension you had been holding in your muscles. You continued to clench around his cock, giggling when you saw his eyebrows furrow every time until he came with a moan.

When you felt his cock soften he pulled out of you and put your legs back down on the counter as gently as he could.

He really was so sweet. He spoke so softly to you, not in a whispery way, just in gentle way, like he was so happy to talk to you.

He fumbled while taking his condom off and tying it before throwing it in the trash. As he pulled his pants up he handed you your panties and while he was buckling his belt you tugged on his shirt gently so he would look at you. Quickly you pressed your lips to his and he quickly melted into your kiss.

“Thank you,” you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and he smiled. You put your panties back on and hopped down from the counter. He laughed when you had to shake your legs a bit. “I’m going to piss,” you said bluntly and he nodded. He grabbed his wallet that was on the floor and left the room swiftly.

You hopped he wasn’t going to be gone by the time you were done. You quickly went pee and cleaned yourself up as much as you could before stepped out of the room. Just as you turned to walk down the hall you noticed Steve standing there looking at his phone leaning against the wall.

“Hi,” you smiled brightly.

“Hi!” He returned your toothy grin.

“You waited for me.”

“Of course,” he stuck his phone in his jeans pocket. “Do you want me to get you a drink?”

“I would like that very much, Steve,” you grinned. 

[honeypiehotchner]

My Deep Blue Love (Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader) -- Soulmate AU one shot

This was 100% born out of boredom and loneliness and those damn Soulmate AU POV Tiktoks that I have seen practically 24/7 for the past WEEK on my fyp

(I’m not sure if I’ll do a part 2, rn I have no plans for it)

quick note on the technicality of this one: you lose all ability to see colors when you turn 12 and you don’t regain the ability until you meet your soulmate. but! you have to meet them in person and it has to be a mutual eye contact. pictures/videos of them don’t work, and if you just saw the back of their head or something in person, that doesn’t work either. it’s all about the shared eye contact babeyyy

small disclaimer: Brie Larson is mentioned in here and she has a wife, but that is very much only in this fic, and as far as i know Brie doesn’t have a wife irl lol (i also don’t know if she’s spoken about her sexuality at all so what i’m saying is take it with a grain of salt ok)

Summary: Everyone around you is meeting their soulmate, but you still see in black and white. You’re ready to give up, and basically have, when you lock eyes with your soulmate.

Warnings: None! Just a bit of angst, lots of fluff toward the end 

You knock on your mom’s bedroom door at 4:58am. She’s already awake, sitting up in bed, ushering you over.

With tears in your eyes, you crawl onto her bed, snuggling close to her chest.

“I don’t want to lose my colors,” you whimper.

“I know, baby,” she whispers, kissing the top of your head. “It’s okay.”

You were born 12 years ago on this day at 5:08am, so in a few short minutes, when you officially turn 12 years old, all color will drain from your life.

Or the colors could stay, but that’s only if you’ve somehow already met your soulmate. And that’s rare, nearly impossible.

You squeeze your eyes shut at 5:07 and you don’t open them again until 5:10.

The colors are gone.

+++

twenty years later

You sigh heavily as you receive yet another wedding invite. You are invited to witness the official beginning of Olivia and Jeffrey’s lives together as husband and wife, soulmates for all of time.

The glitter sticks to your fingertips, tiny black dots against your skin. Your friend told you it’s gold. You barely remember what that looks like.

Lately it seems like everyone has been meeting their soulmate. Just yesterday, you were having coffee with a friend when she looked up at the girl sitting behind you, and boom.

“It’s like the world just exploded,” she had said. Colors were everywhere. She immediately left you to go talk to the girl.

You don’t blame her for that. If you had met your soulmate, you probably would’ve done the same thing. But you can’t say for sure because you don’t know.

You wouldn’t be so cynical of it all if your boyfriend of five years didn’t meet his soulmate while the two of you were out at dinner. You wish you could say that he was faking it. But it was clear from his face (and the girl’s) that he wasn’t kidding. It was real. He had met his soulmate, and it wasn’t you.

It’s never you.

You’ve had guys cut off dates before they even start, all because they didn’t see colors when they laid their eyes on you. They refuse to even be friends with you.

All anyone is doing anymore is searching for a soulmate and it’s exhausting when none of them are yours. When all of your friends see color now. When everyone assures you that it’ll happen soon. What does soon even mean?

You grab your ice cream from the freezer and fall onto the couch, flicking to whatever channel has late night shows that aren’t complete garbage.

As usual, you find yourself watching a talk show, and tonight Tom Hiddleston is one of the guests.

You’re sort of familiar with him from a few movies, but other than that, you hardly know anything about him.

“So, Tom, we’ve all been wondering what’s going on with you and Brie Larson?”

“Brie?” Tom asks, clearly shocked to hear this question. “We’re just good friends, that’s all.”

“Oh, she doesn’t make you see any colors?”

“Ah, no, actually, she does not,” Tom chuckles, but doesn’t sound sad at all, surprisingly. “Her wife does that for her, not me, I’m afraid.”

“Oh really?” The host brushes past the mention of Brie’s wife and keeps the focus on Tom, of course. “So is that true, you still don’t see color?”

Your ears perk up at the mention of someone else not seeing in color. It’s rare for anyone to talk about this on television. Most celebrities don’t talk about whether or not they’ve found their soulmate, but more often than not, those that have are quite loud about it.

“Yes, that’s true,” Tom answers. “I still see the world in a lovely black and white.”

You snort, harshly jabbing your spoon into your ice cream. Lovely. Yeah, right.

“Do you really think it’s nice? Do you not miss the colors?” The host asks.

“No, no, I do. I do,” Tom admits. “But I like to think I’ll see them when the time is right.”

You groan, going to Google to look up his age. And when you see he’s 40, you groan even louder. He’s older than you and he still hasn’t met his soulmate. That’s just depressing. How can he sound so optimistic?

“Alright, well, if there’s one thing you wish you could tell your soulmate, what would it be? Maybe they’re watching right now, you never know.”

Tom smiles wide. “Maybe, maybe, um… Oh, so many things,” Tom exhales deeply. “I guess I could be cliché and say I can’t wait to meet them and wait for me, but I think I want to say… I think I want to say I understand. It is frustrating, still seeing in black and white, but our paths will cross soon, I’m sure of it. Until then, my eyes are blue.”

Blue. Blue.

You roll your eyes. You don’t even remember what the color looks like.

+++

seven months later

“I am not going to a movie premiere. You’re insane!”

“Please!” Your friend, Catherine, cries. “You’ll love it, I swear.”

You glare at her over your coffee. “That just makes it sound like you have a trick up your sleeve.”

“I don’t,” she says. “I just want you to take advantage of this and come with us! When will you ever have the chance to go to a movie premiere again?”

She has a point. Dammit. “Touché. How did you get tickets, anyway? Please tell me you didn’t spend thousands for this.” You wouldn’t put it past her, even though you tell her not to every time before she does something like this.

“God, no, Joe surprised me with them earlier. He said he went to school with the lead.”

“Oh. Cool. Who?”

“Tom Hiddleston, I think. Have you heard of him? He’s British, but that’s about all I know. Joe just said they ran into each other the other day and reconnected.”

You stop halfway through a sip of coffee, careful to not choke on it. Slowly, you nod. “Yeah. I...I’ve seen him in a couple things.”

“Apparently, he hasn’t met his soulmate either…” Catherine trails away, raising her eyebrows at you.

You roll your eyes. “I heard,” you set your cup down. “He’s probably met them by now though since he blasted it on television like that.”

“Or he’s still searching and you’re still being too cynical.”

“You’re probably right,” you chuckle.

“Sooo, you’ll come?”

You sigh heavily. “As long as you help me pick something to wear.”

+++

“I’m regretting letting you talk me into this already,” you mutter when you nearly trip in your heels.

“Oh, hush,” Catherine swats your arm. “It’s an excuse to get dressed up and look hot for no reason. Take it.”

“Fine.”

Catherine’s soulmate, Joe, was whisked away almost as soon as the three of you stepped inside the venue by some director (you think), but he promised to return in a few minutes. Catherine told him not to worry. She’s used to him being dragged away for conversation. You can see from her face that she’s more proud of him than anything, and not at all annoyed.

Currently, you and Catherine are standing near the small bar, waiting for them to announce that it’s time to take your seats. You desperately want a drink, but part of you knows it would be a bad idea.

One glass of wine can’t hurt, though. Maybe it’ll take your mind off the pain in your feet.

You peel away from Catherine when you see Joe coming back, and you flag the bartender down quickly.

After ordering a glass of white wine, you wait patiently, wishing you had chosen a dress with sleeves. It’s fucking cold in here.

“Darling, you’re shivering, are you alright?”

Your head turns toward the smooth voice, face set and mind trying to decipher whether or not it was a sincere or creepy comment when the world quite literally explodes.

There, standing beside you, concern written all over his face, is Tom Hiddleston. Only now the concern has washed away into awe when your eyes lock with his.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, stumbling even though he’s standing in place.

“Blue,” you murmur. “Your eyes are blue.” Without even thinking or asking, your hand lifts to cup his cheek, and then you pull back, “Shit, sorry—”

But he grabs your wrist gently, placing your palm on his cheek. “It’s alright.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “I have been looking everywhere for you.”

“I thought you didn’t exist,” you whisper in reply. But here he is. His eyes are blue, his lips are pink, he has tiny brown freckles all over his rosy cheeks. You look back to his eyes, narrowing your own. “You liar. Your eyes have green in them, too.”

“Do they really?” Tom chuckles. “I never would’ve known.”

“That’s why you have me,” you tease, and you don’t know where any of this is coming from, yet it doesn’t feel like you’re pretending. It feels like you’re finally yourself.

His other hand tangles with yours as he nods. “That’s why I have you, indeed.”

At this time, the lights in the theatre begin lightly flashing, signaling that it’s time for everyone to begin making their way to their seats.

But neither you or Tom move one inch.

The only issue is people are beginning to stare.

You notice it first, so you slowly pull your hand from his cheek. This movement shocks him back to reality, too, and he blinks a few times, yet he doesn’t let go of your hand.

“I, um, I have to make a speech,” he says. “But then I can come back to you. Will you save me a seat?”

“Don’t you have to sit up front?”

He nods. “I do, but—”

“Then I’ll come with you.” You aren’t sure if it’s the fact that he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, or if it’s because you’ve been waiting so long that now you don’t want him to be further than an arms length away from you, but you mean what you say.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but you both need to make a decision quickly because you can see someone waving from the wings, most likely trying to get Tom’s attention.

“I’m sure.”

He doesn’t question it, in fact, he grins, and brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Let’s go, then.”