#Like don't get me wrong he's very cute at his base! But his clothes are so busy lol

[sysig]

can i ask for larry and kabu.... is it allowed......... if not i can ask for something else lol

Day 2 - Warm feelings

[marzennya]

Notification: The peerless jade fairy of Cang Qiong's Mountain Sect is smiling! Looks like he's easily amused by his disciples' antics...!!! What a surprise!!! +300 Overwhelming Beauty Points!

Ok now for my silly little notes in fashion and other nonsense about this piece:

This is specifically Shen Yuan during the pre-abyss arc, mostly because I have a very, very different interpretation of him when he's already married to Binghe- Empress Shen is a whole other, much more decked out beast I will one day tackle.

His clothes are based on late Qin to early Han dynasty clothes for women, mostly because I can, and it seemed perfect for him; it's completely covered, and thus respectable and elegant! Nothing wrong to see here. It's also tight-er around the legs, which leaves things to the imagination...half of the mountain is definitely thinking about his long, slender, lily-white legs at any given time.

Is it technically crossdressing? Yeah, but it is a shitty Xia-Xia world, who's gonna stop me? Airplane? That guy would be on my side, actually.

The see-through outer robe is a flex, look at all that expensive fabric...just hanging off of him...a rich kid in one life a rich kid in all of them.

Binghe does his hair because he's terrible at it and can only do half-updo's or ponytails, he's too distracted by the mere thought of touching Shizun's hair to stop and think why Shen Qingqiu can't do it all of a sudden thankfully.

The hair, on a more serious note, is a bit more realistic to ancient-Chinese hair than an actual half-updo. Though it is more similar to late Han or Tang dynasties hairstyles than anything. Again, shitty Xia-Xia, don't play with me.

There's a little turtle in his fan because I think he'd be like awn that's so cute and either Liu Qingge or Yue QingYuan would be immediately like. I'll buy it!!! He acquires many-a-thing by simply looking cute and staring at it until one of them gets it for him I'm sure.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Sfw headcanons

A/n: I made more headcanons, these are for Yami and julius because I love them and they're also my favorites💜

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Yami:

I can imagine a certain enemies-to-lovers romance with him. Firstly because he annoys you a lot (because he secretly loves seeing you mad) and secondly because he's rough with everyone. (He tries his best so he doesn't have to act with you like he does with others, I swear)

He likes to carry you on his shoulder whenever you both cross paths, even if you try to free yourself from him, his arm is too strong for you to run away.

He helps you with your tasks and if you're short, he won't mind reaching to higher places to get something you need. (Of course he will tease you later because of your height)

He likes to train with you, he will ask you not to hold back against him and come with everything. He will probably only bring you home at the end of the day so you can recover from the whole day training.

He will ask all the members of the Black Bulls to take care of you when you arrive from a long mission or when he leaves and you stay at the base.

No one touches you anywhere because he always has an arm around your waist or shoulders and a deadly glare in the direction of those who even try to get close to you.

"Try something with her to see if I don't cut you in half"

The katana is his second girlfriend and he always makes sure to clean and sharpen it. You can't help but laugh to yourself when you see him saying something to it as if it was a person.

He likes to take you out drinking and will be happy if you can handle the drink as well as he can.

He's also a gambler, so it won't be the first time you leave a bar next to a completely naked Yami after he gamble on all his clothes and lost. You will be even more embarrassed not because he is naked but because he normally walks down the street as if he were well dressed.

You guys ended up laughing your ass off that night about that.

Despite everything, he is very careful with you. He is always available when you are sick or injured.

If you are angry or stressed about something, he lets you punch him (But only you can do that) (Besides, he doesn't feel pain because his body is too strong)

If you have a problem that you think there is no solution, remember the famous phrase:

"Surpass your limits...And if you die, I'll kill you"

Julius :

Julius, on the other hand, is cuter and friendlier. So it would end up being a friends to lovers.

He will always be thinking of you as a priority and even if he has a lot of work to do, he always finds a getaway to escape and come to you and see you.

He obviously wants you to show him your magic and is proud of you for being so strong and dedicated as a magic knight.

He gives you cute names and even calls you his queen (Call me queen too, okay🥹👉👈?)

He likes to walk with you around the kingdom, always hand in hand. He doesn't hide his feelings in front of others and even if you are a commoner, he doesn't care. *Bonus: If you come from a foreign country like Yami, he will ask you to tell him what your homeland was like or things about it. He is a very curious man.

Julius always makes sure you're okay and if you need something because you're injured from a mission, he'll bring together a team to take care of you and if that's not enough, he'll send Marx to take care of his affairs (He'll kill him for that) and will stay by your side during that time.

He is very sweet and offers you gifts, even a simple flower he picked in the castle garden he will offer you.

"Y/n, look at this rose! It's beautiful like you, take it"

He's also protective, not deadly like Yami who kills another guy just because he looks at you the wrong way. HOWEVER, I belive that he has other methods for this person and trust me, you don't want to know. He can be dark and mysterious when he wants to...or when someone messes with his girl

He usually takes you to the top of the castle to watch the sunset while hugging you. (Oh my God, I'm going to die of cuteness)

[lokis-army-77]

Pretty Girl and her Hoodie Guy

Modern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 2.4k

It was supposed to be a sunny day until it wasn't, but that's okay because maybe love is right around the corner... or the bus stop.

Warning: E for everyone!! This is just really cute and if you don't read it I'll be very mad at yall >:(.

The first part of this is based on some pictures I saw on tiktok but I totally forgot to save it so I could give credit for the idea that it gave me.

Masterlist

It has rained almost every day in Chicago for nearly a week. So, the one day the weather forecast called for bright sunny skies and nearly eighty-degree weather, you decided to leave your umbrella in your apartment along with your umbrella. 

The bus ride to campus was dry as could be, the weather was perfect and the slight breeze tickled as it made your skirt flutter around your thighs. The walk to class after getting off the bus was also crystal clear, not a single cloud in sight and the sun beat down brightly, you were thankful for the shade of the trees. 

Three hours later, as you exit the English building, you notice it has gotten darker, clouds have begun to roll in. You sigh as you begin walking to the bus stop, hopeful that the weatherman was still correct about having no rain. 

You and the meteorologist were both proven wrong when, halfway to the bus, the bottom fell out. Big, heavy droplets of rain started pouring down out of nowhere, almost instantly soaking you to the bone. 

You begin to run as fast as your bag full of books and laptop will allow. You can only pray that the rain hasn't seeped through your backpack and ruined your things. 

The bus stop is only a couple more feet away and when you make it under the awning you have a breath and set your backpack down on the bench. Today was such a bad day to wear a white shirt. The water had made it nearly see-through. Your white bra practically shining through the thin cotton fabric like a spotlight was on it. 

As you try to squeeze the water out of your clothes you hear a deep cough, like someone clearing their throat. You look up. To your left is a guy, he's tall with shaggy hair and bangs almost covering his eyes. He's wearing a black hoodie and black jeans even though it had been almost eighty-three degrees mere hours ago. Your eyes catch on the glint of piercings in his ears before they wander to the peak of a tattoo showing just above the collar of his hoodie. 

He looks at you with impossibly big, brown eyes, something you'd imagine only a puppy or a newborn baby to have. 

"Here." He says before tugging the hoodie off. The way he reaches up and grabs the back of the garment to take it off has the shirt under it riding up. You can see an expanse of ivory skin covered in charcoal-black lines, tattoos. They cover almost every inch of skin and you suspect they go farther down, past the waistband of his jeans. 

He shakes the hoodie out in front of you and you hesitate to grab it so he forces it into your shivering hands. The rain and the sudden drop in temperature are making you freeze. 

"Put that on. It'll keep you warm and away from prying eyes." His smile is big and bright as he watches you put his clothes on. 

It's big on you, more than big, enormous. What was a perfect fit on him, swallowed you whole. The hem came down almost to the back of your knees and the sleeves might as well have been a mile long. 

"Thank you," you say softly with an even softer smile back at him. 

"No worries." He then points at your hand and motions for you to reach it out to him. So, you do, without hesitation. 

He grasps your hand in his and with the other, rolls up the sleeve. He then produces a pen from seemingly thin air and scribbles something down. 

When he lets go of your arm, you hold it up. 10 scratchy numbers are etched over your forearm as well as a name. Eddie. 

You go to ask him why he's given you his number when he beats you to it. 

"Call me. I'll be needing that back." He grins, holding his fingers like a phone to his ear. You can't help the shy giggle that leaves you. 

The guy, Eddie as you have just learned, then sprints through the rain and into the bus you hadn't even realized had stopped moments before. 

He leaves you speechless and giddy. Butterflies are fluttering around in your stomach, making you dizzy. You have to sit down or else you think you might faint. 

Never have you had an interaction like this. Something so simple and sweet. He drew you in front the first second you laid eyes on him. 

It only takes you a few minutes to remember to come back to reality. Quickly you put his number in your phone under "hoodie guy (Eddie)" 

.... 

It's a few days later when you finally work up the courage to call hoodie guy. It’s maybe three in the afternoon and as the other line rings and rings your nerves begin to eat at you as you wonder if he did really want you to call him, maybe a text would have been better. 

Your thoughts are cut short when a rather chipper voice answers. “Y’ello?”

“Hi, is this Eddie?” You swear your anxiousness can be heard in your voice. 

“Yeah… and who is this?” He questions. 

“Oh, um. This is the girl you gave your hoodie to the other day, remember?” 

“I remember you.” You could almost hear the smile stretching across his face. “Was beginning to think you wouldn’t call.”

You had it bad. Really bad. Just speaking to him for these few seconds had your heart racing. “Sorry about that. I wanted to wash it before I called.” You give him your name then, shyly introducing yourself. 

He chuckles in response, “Pretty name for a very pretty girl.” 

You’re glad this is a phone call, otherwise, Eddie would see how badly you are blushing. Your face is white hot and beet red, a dead giveaway to how this stranger has totally smitten you with two limited interactions.

You don’t realize you have been quiet this whole time until Eddie speaks up once more. “Hello? You there pretty girl?"

"Y-yeah," you stutter. "I'm here." You blush impossibly harder. 

"Would you like to meet me at the coffee shop by the bus stop we met at? It'll be my treat." There's a hopefulness to his question. 

You nod only to realize he obviously can't see you. "Yes," you answer. "I'd love to."

"Great! Can you be there in thirty?" 

"Sure. I'll head that way now."

Excitedly you begin to get ready, putting way too much effort into your outfit, but hey it's not wrong to want to look good for the guy you find insanely attractive.

… 

Thirty minutes later you are walking into the coffee shop dressed up in a cute, green corduroy pinafore dress, perfect for the upcoming fall weather, and a giant hoodie in your grasp. 

You don't notice the large guy coming up to your side until he's poking a finger into your shoulder to grab your attention. 

You jump at the sudden poke and turn to face the culprit. 

"Oh'" you say surprised. "Hi."

"Hi." He smiles back. "I'm sitting over there if you want to take a seat. What do you want to drink?"

You're quick to shake your head. "You really don't have to do that. I can pay for my part." You start fumbling for your card in the back of your phone case. 

He places a hand over yours. "I insist. What would you like?”

It doesn’t take much for you to give in and tell him your go-to order. After he repeats it back to you, you head to the table by the window Eddie had pointed to. His denim jacket was hung over the back of the chair, leaving you the booth seat to settle into. 

The cafe is relatively empty, save for the two baristas behind the counter and the older man seated at the corner table reading a book, so it doesn’t take long for Eddie to come back with two coffees carefully balanced in one large hand and a plate with a warm croissant. 

You try to help him but he tuts you away, quickly saying, “I got it, I got it.” He sets the plate down first before placing your glass in front of you and his before him. Then, he sits. 

You both take slow sips from your coffee and as he looks intently at you with those eyes, you try and avoid them. 

“This is for you.” He pushes the bread in your direction with the knuckle of his forefinger. 

“I- thank you.” A fierce blush starts to creep up your neck and you busy yourself by drinking some more.

You know that Eddie can tell you’re nervous. Who wouldn’t be able to tell with your seldom eye contact and soft, stuttering words? He starts the conversation off slow, easing you into a more comfortable state, you’re grateful for it. 

Questions like “How’s your day going” to his only little version of twenty questions finally get you to break out of your shell. He makes you laugh, a lot, to the point your stomach hurts and your muscles ache. 

Conversation flows easily after the initial bump in the road. You’ve talked about college and life after; he’s studying in the music department with plans to eventually become a professional musician. He tells you about his dreams and ambitions and you can’t help but feel inspired. You tell him about the book you would love to write one day and he listens intently. He even asks questions and refers to things you stated previously in the conversation. Never have you had such a connection with anyone, not even your closest friends. 

Eddie is so charming and witty that it barely even registers when both of your hands meet in the middle of the table. His larger fingers play with your smaller ones and you converse in your own little world. 

You’re only broken from your state of enchantment with the other when a cafe worker approaches you.

“I’m sorry guys but we close at four on Sundays and it’s ten till.” The worker gives you a strained smile, the underlying message, “Please leave.”

You gasp in shock. “How have we been here for three hours?”

Eddie looked at you, just as surprised. “Well, time does fly when you’re having fun, pretty girl.” 

You shake your head. The complement turned pet name making you blush every time he said it but not as hard as when your name rolled off his tongue. 

“Come on,” he says, standing to his feet. “I’ll take you home.”  He reaches for your hand and pulls you up after you quickly gather up your purse and his hoodie. 

As you walk out, you both apologize profusely to the two workers for staying right until closing. 

“How are you gonna take me home?” You ask. “You took the bus the day we met.” You really didn’t want him spending an extra bus fare just to escort you home.

He gives you a lopsided grin. “I took the bus 'cause I had an inkling not to listen to the weather. This is my usual ride.” Eddie arcs his hand out in front of you both, gesturing to the sleek black motorcycle resting by the curb. 

“Woah. That is actually really cool.” You gush. You had always wondered what it would be like to ride on a motorcycle. 

Eddie reaches out and grabs the helmet strapped to the seat and hands it to you. “Wear this.” 

���What about you?”

“You’re precious cargo, far more important than me.” He answers before helping place it over your head and buckle it under your chin. Then he takes his hoody from your arms and ties it around your waist. “That should cover you up enough.” He gestures to your dress. You hadn't even thought about that detail and his mindfulness had you swooning. 

He gives you a small but thorough lesson on what you do as a passenger before getting on and then helping you on after. 

He drives slowly, taking less busy streets to the address you gave him, and the whole time you cling to him. Your heart beats wildly in your chest at the feeling of freedom as the wind whips around you. Every so often, Eddie will reach for your hand at his waist, or when you are stopped at a red light he automatically reaches back to cup your legs, fingers dragging up the back of your calves. 

You’re sad when the ride comes to a stop outside your apartment building. You are slow you follow him off the bike and even slower to let him remove the helmet. This amazing time was coming to an end and you desperately didn’t want it to. 

You can feel his calloused fingers tickle your chin as he undoes the strap. He’s careful to pull the protective gear off, fixing the strands of hair that fall out of place when he’s done. You cherish the warmth coming from his palm and it really feels like he’s about to kiss you. And you wouldn’t mind if he did. No matter if you only just met him or if this seemed to be moving fast, you wanted to know what those plump lips felt like on your own. 

He leans in and your breath hitches in your lungs, your eyes close as you prepare with the one thing you need at this moment. Only, Eddie doesn’t kiss your lips, instead, he places a gentle peck on your cheek. You deflate, sad his target was somewhere else. 

“Eddie?” You ask softly.

“Yeah?” He mutters your name, eyes staring into yours. 

“I had a great time.” 

“Me too, pretty girl.”

“Thank you for bringing me home.” 

“You’re welcome.” He backs away from you and you frown just a bit. “You should get inside.” 

“I should… I’ll text you?”

“Nothing I’d want more.” He slides his leg back over onto his bike and you turn to walk away.

“By Eddie.” You only get a few feet before you pause. “Oh, wait.” You untie his hoodie from your waist and rush back to Eddie’s side. “Here.”

He shakes his head. “You keep it. Looks better on you than it ever will on me. Plus, it’ll give me a reason to come see you again.” 

You become shy again and the mention of seeing him again, hopeful that this wasn’t just a one-time thing to get his clothes back and that he will answer when you text or call him.

“Bye, pretty girl.” He grins and you watch him put his helmet on but he doesn’t leave just yet. No, he only leaves after he sees you enter your building and you waive to him from beyond the glass door. 

[aurumacadicus]

69 🫡🫡🫡

There were eight 69's in my inbox I just want you all to know.

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"Hey, um, so, hello," someone said, voice cracking.

Steve blinked slowly, not quite understanding. He'd heard that tone of voice before, but never directed at him. Normally Thor, or Bucky, or even Natasha, when she was wearing a tank-top that showed off her arms. Someone seeking help, needing muscle. Steve was scrappy, but he also wasn't the first person anyone ever turned to for help. He turned, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

The man who had sidled up to him was wearing clothes way too nice for the bar Steve and his friends called home base. As he watched, the man shifted, and he saw a peek of a red sole on the bottom of his shoe. His watch looked expensive, too. He bet the guy's buttons were more expensive than some of the liquor behind the bar.

"Hello," Steve answered belatedly.

"I'm gonna be frank with you," the man said, glancing nervously over his shoulder. "My ex is following me. I have a restraining order and the police are on the way but. You know. New York. So. Just pretend to be my date? Please? So I don't look like I'm wandering around helplessly. I need to look like I came here on purpose."

"Okay," Steve answered, the novelty of the request sort of making everything else absorb slowly. Then the rest of what the man said hit him, and he straightened up from where he'd been slouching over his beer. "Restraining order?!"

"You said okay no take-backs," the man answered, eyes darting back and forth as if he was already choosing someone else to ask if Steve really said no. "I'm Tony. Can we hold hands? Or. Like. I can go. Is there a bathroom here? Is there a window in it?"

Tony was panicking, Steve realized. He was about to shake out of his skin. Whoever his ex was, he was really scared. And he should be, Steve figured belatedly. From what he'd been told, restraining orders could be hard to get.

He reached out, bypassing Tony's trembling hand to instead grab Tony's chin, gently forcing him to turn to face him. "I'm Steve," he offered kindly. "Hi, Tony."

Tony squeaked, cheeks taking on a pink tinge. "Hi," he managed, shuffling his feet awkwardly.

"Don't worry," Steve told him, trying to convey that no matter what, here, he'd be safe. If Steve couldn't protect him, his friends were here to take up for Tony instead. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Tony exhaled shakily. Steve took a moment to wonder if it was from relief or if it had anything to do with the shocked blush on his cheeks. Now probably wasn't the time to figure it out, he lamented, even as he stood from his stool to offer it to Tony and subtly waved over at Bucky and Clint by the dart board. They noticed, and Clint got Natasha's attention where she was talking with Maria and Sharon.

Good. Everyone was on alert.

Steve turned his attention back to Tony, giving him a kind smile. "So. Can't say I've ever been someone's first choice when it comes to choosing a fake boyfriend."

Tony swiveled his gaze away from the menu to blink at him, stunned. "Why? You're very cute."

It shocked a laugh out of Steve. "Yeah, but I don't look very strong," he offered.

"...I don't. Want him to go after you," Tony answered after a brief, uncomfortable pause. "He'll just feel sorry for you. That I'm your date. So."

Steve bit back the urge to grip his hands into fists. "...Hmm," he offered, instead of 'what the fuck' or 'lemme at him.' He patted the back of Tony's hand soothingly. "Well. If he says even one thing wrong, rest assured, my fists are up."

"Huh?" Tony asked, but Steve just patted his hand again.

[cinnamonest]

Lena thank you for the fucking food (scara post). I didn't even get halfway into the story before I started laughing. Scara entering an early midlife crisis because of reader's colourful pens took me outtttttt like he is such a lil bitch

Other than that, I've been WAITING for a post where Scara goes ham on a darling that technically never did anything "wrong" and always treated him nicely/fairly, with nothing being good enough for him 😭

That's what makes any situation with him so hopeless, there is literally no way out. The man is so neurotic that he will just interpret literally anything you could possibly do or say in a way that fits a narrative he's already constructed in his head. He internally exaggerates everything you say and do so that any negative comment or action is a million times worse than it actually is, and even the nicest of your words have some hidden negative meaning or implication.

Moreover, you don't need to do or say anything at all, just your existence is enough to be annoying and being annoying is enough to warrant a fixation. It can be any demeanor too — he'll find a way to interpret it as irritating, and fixate on retaliating for your crime of annoying him, all while you are barely aware he exists.

And once that fixation is established, because it's based on something so broad yet so vague as your very existence, there's no way to undo it. It's also in large part that specific bitterness guys get where they're attracted to some girl that feels unattainable, so they take the “if I can't have her then she can't be happy” mentality.

But YES he IS suuuuuuch a little overdramatic bitch about everything even vaguely feminine darling does you're so right. For starters he’s a naturally severe case of cute-aggression, so anything perceived as cute automatically earns an intense reaction.

He’s also very much stuck in the immature boy mentality where anything he mentally associates as feminine is icky and dumb. Yet at the same time, he's attracted to it, so being attracted to and annoyed by the same thing creates a lot of internal confusion and frustration, which you WILL bear the brunt of.

Which is so much worse with e-girl darling because you know darling is gonna have the e-girl staple items. The sanrio-themed everything. The cutesy phone case. The cat-ear gaming headset. All the frilly lacey clothes and underwear. Awful. A complete waste of money. Why does it look so cute on you and why does that make him feel like punching a wall.

Even in consensual interactions, he has a comical degree of aversion and repulsion. No he's not sitting on your bed or borrowing your pen or using your controller. It's PINK. Are you out of your mind. Ugh.

[writingoddess1125]

Jealous Much

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x FemReader

SPICY ❤️‍🔥 GOOD SPICY SAUSAGE

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Hard Sex, Not really but just in case Domcon, Unprotected sex. Fingering fem receiving.

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It had all started out so innocently...

Being the head doctor at such a large Base you were stationed at ment you delt with many people- A revolving door of bodies coming in to be treated by your skilled hands, but it seemed that people often got the wrong idea when it came to you and your job.

That and you were a pretty cute.

The evening had started out well, You were about to finish your shift and call it a evening to get started on the pile of paperwork on your desk, Their wasnt a lot on staff tonight anyway and most teams out on missions- As you prepared to start your pager went off and you groaned, looking directly at the device on your hip and went to your treatment room next door to your office. Seeing in the large room was non other TF 141, the group often darkening your door with their antics.

"Ah my Best Customers I see- What can I help you with?" You say cheerfully, always prideful in your bedside manner.

"He got blown off the back of the truck-" Soap said calmly gesturing to Gaz who looked- well like he'd been blown off a truck and into sand-

"Oh, Well let's get you cleaned up and checked out" You say softly, helping him from the vest and shirt to check the damage. Fortunately most of the injuries were superficial and the vest look the brunt of the hits.

Gaz stared at you starry eyed, watching how you patched him up and moved with grace around him- That and the slightly tighter scrubs didn't hurt his imagination. He'd had his eye on you for a while, every since he had seen you weeks prior.

"Thank you (Y/L/N)- You know I got to ask what kind of food do you like?" He asked, his lips turning up in a smile. Your hands freezing for a moment as you raised a man.

"Pardon?"

"Food. I'd like to know what you like, a Thank you dinner if you will" He said, The team surprised by the Balls of Kyle to openly and infront of them all ask you out.

"I'm flattered but no- I don't go out like that" You say innocently, Kyle deflating as you finished patching him up.

"What about a few drinks at the pub-"

"Gaz-" Ghost all but hissed, snapping the poor man back to reality with a pout. You chuckle at this and pat the poor man's shoulder, thanking him for the offer but refusing non the less.

Dismissing yourself politely to go and get started on the paperwork.

"Damn You did't have a chance Kyle- I've heard stories that her legs are welded shut. People trying to get at her for years" Soap said with a sad sigh to his clearly love struck friend, however in their conversation they didn't see Ghost eyes practically glowing in silent rage as he watched them leave.

In your office you sighed, feeling quite embarrassed by Gaz so upfrontly asking you out to dinner. It was sweet but you knew it would only cause trouble- the sound of your office door locking snapped you from your mind, looking up in a panic you stop the large figure standing in your office. Ghost.

"Simon? What are you-" He waved off your words as he walked over to your desk, Warmth blooming on your face as he grabbed you a bit roughly from your seat and forced you across the desk.

"S-Si I'm still at work you cant-" You were cut off as he pressed his fingers harshly against your clothed core, rubbing circles over the thin blue fabric.

"I know- How many times have they looked at you like that?" He growled, you could practically hear the jealousy rolling from his tongue as he spoke. You whimper as you feel his free hand slide down you scrubs and panties in one motion.

"Thought about you bent over this very desk"

His fingers slid into you easily began to move slowly, almost teasingly inside you to stretch you out. "Not knowing youre mine, aren't you?" Simon asked, his voice low and on edge.

"Yes Sir~"

You replied, barely able to breathe from the intensity of his touch. "Good girl" He said, pulling his fingers out and smacking your ass hard enough that it stung.

Standing close behind you, rubbing his cock against your now sore ass. You felt him push into you, Inch by inch slowly and wjth care as if he wanted you to feel every bit kf it, Bottoming out quickly with a huff. Slowly he began to move slow at first, but each thrust getting harder than the last.

"Oh fuck-!" You whimper out legs shaking as you have to bite back a loud cry of bliss. The soilder thrusts faster and harder into your aching cunt, his fingers digging into your bare hips, his breath coming in short pants.

"That's it, Good Girl" He growls out.

He pulls his hand away from your red hip and grips the back of your neck, holding you still whilst he pounds into you. You feel the muscles in your legs begin to tremble as your orgasm builds and the grip from Simon damn near makes your head fuzzy. You could feel the heat building inside you, and knew you were so close to cumming so quickly. But Simon didn't stop. He pushed himself deeper into you, harder and faster as he felt you walls flutter around him.

He began to hiss, grunting your name in your ear as his hips desperately shuttered against yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with your wimpering desperate sweet moans.

You mindlessly blabbering out his name as like prayers, his hand quickly flying from your neck and covered your lips to keep you quiet, smirking at feeking you tighten by the action.

"That's it~"

He grunted against your ear, rolling his hips in just the perfect way that he knew you liked, feeling your legs shake as you screamed out against his hand in bliss, cumming all over his cock. The man only able to give a few weakened thrust into you as his own hips shook.

Feeling Simon bury himself deeply into you- Deeper then you'd ever felt before as he moaned in your ear and came, Warmth filling you as you whimpered against his gloved hand. Simon panted hard above you, pulling his hand away finally from your face he carefully pulled out of you, You giving a soft whine as he did so.

You laid there, panting hard as the crashes of your orgasm made your legs weak as you leaned over the desk for dear life, the cool wood like heaven on your scorched skin.

You felt gentle kisses up your neck as Simon pulled your panties back up and smoothed your scrubs back down like he hadnt disturbed it at all.

"You with me Love?" He said softly in your ear- you humming and nodding as Simon helped you back to your feet and set you so you were seated on the desk, you trying to keep the wave of cum from spilling from you.

"You know, you can just have me change my last name. I'm sure people wouldn't dare flirt with Mrs. Riley" You point out with a smirk, Simon giving you a half cooked glare as he fixed himself back in his pants and grabbed for his mask which he had tossed off mid action.

"Could be dangerous if people found out my wife was on base- Or they could station you elsewhere" He said, Walking over and running his large hand over your thickened thighs.

"It's dangerous either way, Besides someone is bound to find out.. Or I get sent back home if you end up knocking me up-" You point out, especially since Simon had cum inside you and knew damn well you weren't on the pill. He smirked at this and kissed you gently on the lips, a twinkle of mischief in his eye-

"Now that would be a sight~" He purred out, planting kisses on your neck as you giggled at his antics.

"Now that would be something worth takin' a risk on~" He whispered in your ear as you were picked up, getting a surprised yelp from you as he laid the both of you down on the floor of the office.

"You serious about this?~" You say Grinning up at your husband as you were laid on your medical coat on the floor. Simon nodding as he began to pull off your shirt.

"Deadly~" He purred out before the sounds of you and him giggling echoed through the office- Clothes now being tossed off fully for the next round.

Just outside your locked office door stood a horrified Soap, he had gotten there in the middle of the action holding Gaz Vest which had been forgotten and he had a few questions for you, Shocked at hearing the apparent good doctor was getting her back blown out in her own office-

However after hearing what he's just heard and the fear of discovering LT Ghost wife and hearing the unmistakable voice of his LT.. this was a fear he didnt know he needed to have. He slowly began to step away from the door as silently as possible-

He had to warn Gaz of whatever storm was coming his way for hitting on the LT wife and He really didn't want to be there for the making of baby Riley-

[kteezy997]

The Candy Man-Part Seven// W.W.

Info/Warnings: fluff, referring to cum as "cream," male receiving oral sex-kinda graphic

Willy came back into the bedroom later on and spooned you under the covers, "Mae just needed her diaper changed. Mocha is still sleeping soundly." He gave you a tired yet sweet kiss on cheek.

"Thank you for checking on them." you said, taking a hold of his hand that rested at your waist.

"Don't thank me, I love taking care of them. They are my babies, after all. And they are so cute. They look exactly like their Mommy." he nuzzled his nose against your cheek.

"Oh no they don't," you argued, "they are your little clones." you yawned, scooting back further to nestle warmly against him, "I gave birth to mini Willy Wonkas."

"I never want to disagree with you on anything, honey, but you're wrong on this one. They are just like you." he cuddled you tighter, resting his head on you.

He would not let you win this one. You were telling the truth, you thought. Maple and Mocha had green eyes, dark chocolate hair that was starting to curl, and high cheekbones, but he would fight this until the very end.

........

Luckily, the next morning, you woke before Willy did. It was your turn to get the twins ready for the day, and you were glad to spend the time with them.

They were both awake when you arrived in the nursery, bright green eyes opened. They were happy to see you. You changed their diapers and got them into some cute clothes for the new day.

You carried them downstairs and sat and let them nurse for a little while until they were full. When they were done, you put them each in a baby seat with some toys and they were content. You pumped some extra milk and put it in a little jar in the refrigerator for Willy later.

You got to working on a pancake breakfast for you and Willy. You used some Wonka chocolate chips in them, of course. Before you knew it, you heard his footsteps coming down to the kitchen, looking well rested, but he had messy curls, of course.

"Awe, look at my little family." he cooed, kissing each of the babies on the cheek and making them giggle. "Daddy loves you so much." he sang, smiling at them with such joy. He came over to you, wrapping his arms around you as you flipped pancakes on the stove.

"Good morning, Daddy." you smiled, kissing his lips.

"Mm, good morning. Smells amazing in here, my love." he gave you a little peck on the lips before heading over to the coffee pot to pour himself a mug.

"There's some milk for your coffee in the fridge." you said, plating up some pancakes.

Willy looked at you, wide eyed and in disbelief.

You gave him a little wink.

He was speechless as he opened up the fridge and picked up the small jar with your creamy liquid in it. "Oh honey, thank you." he said, twisting open the jar and pouring the milk into his hot coffee mug. He saved the last little bit to drink directly from the jar, "Ahh, it's so good. No wonder the twins are so happy and healthy when they've got a diet based on your milk. They love it too."

"Well, Mr. Wonka," you began, handing him a plate of fresh, steaming flapjacks, "you might like my milk, but I want your cream at nap time, sir."

Willy's eyes nearly popped out their sockalets, "Oh, of course, my darling." he gulped as he took the plate from your hand.

You sat down and had breakfast together as you watched the babies play.

“Oh, babe, I’ve come up with an idea on how to boost your milk production.” he announced with his signature enthusiasm.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“Well, I’ve read that it’s all about hydration, and coconut water is perfect. I’m going to come up with a drink for you to try. I’ll add strawberries and cream to the coconut water for sweetness.”

“Awe, Willy that’s so sweet. And if it’s good, maybe we can start making it for the shoppe. Along with other flavors!” it made you so happy when he fueled his creativity and imagination, “We could market to breastfeeding mothers, young children, the elderly, anyone that needs extra hydration.”

“That’s exactly what I thought too! An idea worth expanding upon. And speaking of expanding, which you and I have talked about with our business, I think we are going to need a factory. We have simply outgrown the chocolate shoppe. It's what we will need to share my chocolate with the world, y/n.” his eyes had the same ambitious gleam about them as the day you met him, just a young man trying to get the word out about his magnificent candy.

“Oh, wow, a whole factory. I love it, Willy. It sounds amazing.” you were in awe, “but where would we build it?”

“That’s the best part, I’m looking to buy that abandoned castle outside of town. It’s got great bones, y/n!”

“That’s great! And think of all the jobs it will provide to the community! Oh, honey, this is your best idea yet, I’m so happy.” you got up from you seat and hugged your handsome, smiling lover.

Willy kissed you and said, “I think this will be wonderful for our family, darling. If all goes well, Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory will be theirs to run one day.” he looked fondly at your twins. They chewed on their toys and jabbered gleefully back and forth.

“It will, my love. I know that you can achieve anything you set your mind to.”

“We, y/n. We can do anything, the four of us. We will have our very own chocolate empire.”

…….

The twins ate once more, and Willy put them down in their cribs for their nap. You practically dragged him by the collar and into your bedroom.

“It is so sexy seeing you come so alive when you speak of your dreams and ideas.” you said, unbuttoning his pants.

“Why thank you.” he said nonchalantly.

“I told you that I wanted your cream, Mr. Wonka, so you better give it to me.” you kneeled in front of him, taking his thick cock into your mouth.

“Mmm.” he moaned behind closed lips as you sucked him.

You slurped back and forth on his cock, bobbing your head. You loved how he filled your mouth and rutted his hips softly into the back of your throat. It was as if he was so excited that he couldn’t contain himself.

Willy brushed his fingers through your hair, keeping your locks out of your face while you pleasured him.

You let his cock plop out of your mouth, his deep pink tip leaking transparent cum. You slowly stroked his veiny shaft with your hands, and moved down, running your tongue over his balls. He was full, and ready to burst. You gently suckled at them before sliding your tongue along the underside of his cock. You teased his smooth tip with your puckered lips just a minute longer.

“Aww, here it comes. Take my cream, my love. It’s all for you.” Willy panted softly.

You opened your mouth, tongue flat out, ready to catch his stream. And he did not disappoint; his load was thick and plentiful, creamy yet salty. It was exactly what you’d been craving.

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @bitchyunknownuser @lixzey @kpopgirlbtssvt

[cryptidcorners]

Biker!Mike Schmidt x M!Reader Headcanons

Description: Headcanons with your biker boyfriend, Mike!

Media: FNaF!Movie [ AU ]

Character: Mike Schmidt (+ Abby)

Tags: Biker!Mike Alternate Universe, Fluff, Headcanons mixed with Drabbles, Protectiveness, Established Relationship, Found Family, Cute Stuff, Semi-Domestic, Romantic, Comfort + Uses Masculine Terms

Warnings: Mentions of (Gang, Vehicle, Physical) Violence, Injury + Kidnapping, Slight FNaF!Movie Spoilers, Depressive Thoughts, Stress, Extreme Nightmares

read my TOS + Mike Schmidt Masterlist

Definitely a show-off, even before you started dating. He wouldn't boast too loudly though, he prefers to smoothly tell you how he got blackeye or some new asset on his bike. He always melts when you're impressed by his feats, even if they were from failure.

Mike's a collector. While cycling or suffering from boredom in his dull jobs, he'd swipe a few things that grab his attention and share it with you. He enjoys making chains for you and Abby. It hasn't been the first time Abby has been dragged out of school for wearing a pin with some questionable language Mike didn't notice.

Absolutely adores helping you dress up to resemble his biker wear. Loves helping you find bracelets, decorative eyeliner and rebellious-printed clothes. It makes me squeal eternally.

Gets intense anxiety in populated areas, mostly due to his trauma with Garrett. He doesn't want to think about anyone taking you or Abby away. He's stupid protective in public spaces. With his already intimidating demeanour, it's safe to say nobody bothers talking to you too much.

He enjoys using pet names, but he jokingly calls you "sir", "bro" or "boytoy" a lot. Speaking of which, Mike adores when you make up titles for him. It's something he treasures a lot. A special name for him? And him only? Makes his heart melt.

Takes you on bike rides at any opportunity. He also loves taking Abby in rides too and doing basic tricks with you watching from the sidelines. He's always careful, he could never forgive himself if either of you got hurt.

One of his favorite things to do is let you touch his hair. Nothing makes him happier than intimate moments like that. He likes it more than cuddling and neck kisses. It's just the simple things in life that appeal to him the most.

Wears the silliest shirts while he isn't at work or roaming the streets. Either quotes involving boyfriends or cartoon merchandise. It amuses all of you, but it genuinely makes him happy to indulge in a separate style. Definitely has a: "Men love me, Fish Fear Me" hat somewhere.

You're always at his aid when he comes back bruised. Like the first bullet, he'd calmly hum you an out of tune, over exaggerating story to make himself look good. Truly, Mike doesn't think he deserves you. So, he refuses to embarrass himself.

Loves kissing. That's all.

"Come on, Mike. I gotta go," you giggled as he pressed featherweighted kisses against your skin. You could feel him smiling before he pulled back with a heated sigh. "Just a minute, please? You know how much I miss you." With a playfully eye roll, you wrap your hands around his sides and hug him as he continued peppering you again while grinning sweetly.

Always referencing something. Either it's from a show or song he likes. He's always dumbfounded when you don't understand and ends up spending thirsty minutes rambling about music history.

Pulls pranks occasionally, mostly with Abby's help. A few prank wars have gone down in your household.

Has at least two tattoos based on you (and Abby), he takes his relationships very seriously.

Cried when Abby called you her "dad" once. This loser is so head over heels for you he'd sob if you were complimented him. It makes his heart throb to see you and his sister connect despite everything.

Very defensive. If anything goes wrong, he's either going to use grade school insults or result to violence. There were a couple of times he couldn't come home due to arrest. He'd come back as if nothing happened.

If you ever got into an argument, Mike would try to give you the most formal apology ever. Either by notes or heavily descriptive speeches about how special you are to him. Most of the time it was pretty cheesy, but you couldn't help but be smitten by his adorable attempts.

Much deeper voice + Slightly Childish. He's still pretty shy when he isn't in his element, so Mike is much more confident with you around. Mostly due to his need to impress you.

So much fist bumping.

Mike's bike is DEFINITELY named after you. Anyone who asks about it is immediately shot with dumps of his adoration if you. Bro will never shut up about his boyfriend. Ever.

Mike has definitely gone through those: "This is for you," and failed immediately. As much as it embarrassed him, he finds it cute how fond you were of it. His face flares up a lot around you.

"God, I'm so sorry I missed it." He frowned, face drenched with numb scarlet. "I didn't mean to make a fool out of you." Mike relaxed once you gripped his leather glove with a smile, "So? I still love you. I think it was sweet how you tried to impress me. I'm proud of you." Mike swore he was starstruck right there.

Loves holding your hand, even in public. It's one of the only forms of affection he's comfortable with displaying.

[fungalittleweirdo]

Yandere Rise Donatello Designer "Catch Stitch" AU

okay, hear me out.

let me give context for this concept idea first (you could skip the next paragraph if you don't care, i'm just weird, i promise i start discussing the concept right after this next paragraph trust me)

i am a huge fan of this one designer in new york, bella pietro, her work is amazing. i was able to attend her bridal line debut fashion show in person this past sunday and got to speak with her very briefly. she's very lovely, relatable, super down to earth, and humble. she is also one of the influences for my own jewellery line, but this isn't the point i'm making, i'm going insanely off topic. i thought about what it would be like being a clothes designer in nyc.

donatello is the founder and ceo (at least, that's canonically what i'm led to believe) of Genius Built Technologies. it's also canon he designs Genius Built Apparel. i initially had this idea and shared it on discord a while back based around donnie being a member of a discord server with other designers. these designers usually joined said server for creativity, support, sharing each others' work, and giving critiques when wanted.

imagine you, an up-and-coming designer, join this server to gain more reach. while donnie was bored looking at others' designs and critiquing them harshly when asked to, he admired your work and advocated for you so that you could gain more popularity. the two of you accepted each other's friend requests and started talking in dms. he admired your work and thought it was cute how you were slowly rising in the industry, but you needed the right connections to actually get things going. you started getting seamstresses and a manager, but that took your time away from donnie.

donnie might have found out you lived in new york, that was when he suggested a meet-up for a collaboration. he was excited when you said yes, and a GB Apparel x For You line was in the works for when the two of you started discussing potential pieces. your crew got a little upset when you put all your attention on the collaborative project, especially your manager, and they thought it was a bad idea. you thought about listening to them and backing away to work on the collab line in the future. donnie... didn't really like that.

he loved spending time with you, as hard as it was for him to admit it. he adored the way you drew your designs, the face you made when you focused and shrimped over your tablet to get the details just right. he told you to adjust your posture, and you did it with a stretch, you ran your fingers through your hair he so badly wanted to run his fingers through instead. donnie hated the thought of having that taken away from him. once you told him you wanted to file away the collaborative project for another time, he managed to manipulate and gaslight convince you into believing your manager has the wrong idea, because his own brand was well known and high quality.

you hesitantly agreed with him and your crew began getting a distaste for you when you arrived late to meetings, made decisions with poor judgement, and delayed your own projects in favour of working with donatello instead. what you didn't know is that donnie anonymously emailed them all to quit their jobs with you because you were practically not working with them anymore. your crew moved on to work with other local designers. you didn't think much of it, you were aware people in this business would come and go, they would find other people to work for and it's no big deal, because you could sew your designs yourself.

besides, donatello had been a big help, he lent you his sewing machines that literally sewed by themselves. your own fall line had been presented on a runway at a moderately sized venue, a team curated by donatello organised it as if he were your manager. everyone on the server the two of you met on barely showed their support at first, until you got incoming praises and compliments from everyone after donatello's worship of you was sent in the runway channel. you were unaware to the fact that donatello threatened everyone with their careers if they didn't support you.

everyone seemed beginning to dislike you, your fans acknowledged that it didn't seem to be you at fault because your head was still held up high, staying positive and thanking anyone who bothered to take a look at your collection. donatello was working behind the scenes to isolate you as much as possible. he didn't want anyone taking you away from him because you were his precious fashion genius, your ideas complement his. that's why GB Apparel x For You is going to rock the fashion world, he had thought, deep in his delusions of spending more time with you. one look at you and it had his heart beating out of his chest.

your workspace in his apartment was a mess, fabrics everywhere, sketchbooks and a couple tablets (courtesy of Genius Built Technologies) with plenty of space for designs and you sat on the floor with your hair a mess and new glasses (those were courtesy from donatello himself) on your face after staring at the screens for so long. the softshell simply watched you work, enamoured and savouring the way you find his apartment more comfortable to work in because yours is already so cluttered.

donatello was so proud to see the results of your collaboration, he kissed the top of your head and held you close. you've had affectionate friends before, but you had only intimately known donnie for a few months. sure, he was one of the turtles that saved new york years ago, not to mention his brand even climbed up the ranks for a place in paris fashion week alongside balenciaga and valentino... so you knew him... but you didn't ask for this. you used to have more friends, lovely colleagues. whatever happened to that ?

of course, once the collab line debuted in the spring you went back to work, you designed a men's fall line you thought would grab people's attention. it certainly snatched donatello's, when he called you frequently and realised you were parting from him to work on your own, it pissed him off. he wanted to know what you were hiding. you hesitantly let him in on a day when you were being interviewed by april for press, dressed up for photography and not for him. you're only for him, no one should see you except when you're beside him. he lashed out at you in front of april, upset that you weren't telling him your plans since the GB Apparel x For You collaboration, and april took notes of the drama. not for press purposes at all, but to tell his brothers.

you didn't see donatello for a while after that, to which you were glad. you felt a weight finally slipped off your shoulders as you rebuilt your community. people didn't know that donatello was the one at fault for your darkest moments. you rebuilt your community over the course of a year, making new connections and finally making it into new york fashion week all by your own efforts, not by donatello's.

it was when he showed up at your door everything went downhill again. he pushed his way back into your life, asking for a spring GB Apparel x For You line even though he already started on his own designs, incorporating style that you would add due to how well he already knew you. over the year he had been gone, he watched how you grew and connected with other people in the soho fashion scene. the thought made his skin crawl. it irked him to know you were out and about, perhaps having dinner with your new manager, or spending hours at a time with your new seamstresses after you threw out the sewing machines he so lovingly gifted to you.

all he wanted was to share his world with you, have you live in lavish luxury like you deserve. you said no. you already had ideas for your spring line which would be presented in london along with new york, you didn't have time to collaborate with him. donnie threw another tantrum in your apartment, this time feeling a lot more destructive. he threw your decorations everywhere, then held up some of your supplies to set them on fire. it scared you into submission, telling him yes, putting off your own projects to move into his apartment and get to working with him on the next collab line.

things were different this time. donatello was a lot more clingy, literally working alongside you as the two of you designed the thirty-piece collection, he made gentle suggestions and leaned in close, added and subtracted things on what you already drew. the two of you had ordered takeout sometimes and he would be the only one allowed to receive the food. you felt trapped. there was nothing you could do about it, just accept your fate.

you disappeared off the tabloids, no one knew where you went, not even april. donnie kept you away for his eyes only, wrapping his arms around you at every chance he got, nuzzling into your neck from behind as you tried to break through the parental locks donatello placed on your tablets. that won't work, darling, he said, a smirk on his face you could feel against your skin. it made you sick, your stomach churning at the thought that you might stay in your captor's arms forever.

[oharabunny]

⋆✮↪ Warning: rambles, tangents, soft yandere!Miguel, weird Miguel, OOC!Miguel probably but idc, shy and useless reader

╭─── based on my first yandere!miguel tangent ┆ ╰⪼ I want to dive into slightly more detail of how far Miguel goes in taking care of you. We have to keep in mind that Miguel has lost a lot, a whole universe, and his daughter. I imagine he'd be more of a normal boyfriend had he met you in normal circumstances. However, I also don't think you would've been his type for normal Miguel. You're more compliant, shy, and normal. You're also ditzy, clutzy, and barely scraping by in your home world. In front of the great geneticist of Alchemax and Spider-Man, he was definitely out of your league.

But, your normalcy and dysfunctional living habits create the perfect relationship for current Miguel. He's able to get away with so so so many things with you.

(You almost ran away once one night, but you stopped in front of the exit and hesitated. You were alone in this universe with no family, no version of your family existing in this world. You'd be a burden to the other Spider people, and Miguel is the only one doing more than just giving you a place to stay.)

For one thing, he sees you as a fragile little doll that was abandoned on the side of the road. Or a cute kitten. But more than a pet, he has to take care of every little inch and aspect of you. Having lost damn near everything, he needs to keep a close eye on the one he cares about.

The one he cares most now is you; you're all he's got.

Back to some of the things he'd do to you, well, they aren't harmful, just unnerving. He almost never lets you do anything yourself around the house. He let you cook once and you burned yourself slightly, and Miguel made sure no kitchen appliance like the stove or blender can turn on unless given a passcode. Even kitchen utensils especially knives were locked away. Don't get me wrong though, you can cook, but Miguel would rather die than see you wince in pain again.

You're allowed at least a microwave and airfryer to heat up food when Miguel's not home to do it for you, under Lyla's supervision. Believe me, if he's home, you're never lifting a finger in the kitchen, including dishwashing.

Speaking of cleaning, he actually quite enjoys cleaning the house, especially spaces you occupy in the most. He even carefully washes all of your clothes and underwear, and folds them away for you. The rest can be handled by other robots of course. He believes only he can provide you the best conditions to live in, no one and nothing else.

That includes care for your body. This is going to be the most prominent and unnerving aspect of his care for you. While him bathing you from head to toe almost everyday is tame, he's very particular in his details. Like mentioned before, he'd do your manicure and pedicure, your skincare routine (he even knows the weekly masks you put on), and haircare and hairstyling (he's done so much research, you'd think he's done this before. Mans multi-talented). But, there's a point when too much care becomes too much, taking care of your looks alone is not enough. Your health is PARAMOUNT to this man. Looks fade, but your health should not. He'd be a little strict on your diet. He'd frequently take blood, urine, and stool samples (and of course he does it for you, don't fuss, he will do it with force if he has to no matter how gross it is for the both of you) to monitor every part of your body. Depending on your family's history and genetics, he'd constantly test for anything that you may inherit that could harm you. Yes that includes your usual checkups like you would at your doctor. He is your personal doctor too at this point. It's not like you have insurance in Nueva York 2099, a whole foreign universe.

God another gross thought I have to put out there is that he used to watch you use the restroom until you convince him to just stand outside. He justifies that bathroom related accidents are more common than you think. 💀🤢🤮 (He does NOT have a piss and poop kink he's just WEIRD)

As for usual yandere behaviors, he'd obviously won't let you go outside of the house. If he has you in an actual house with a backyard, that's where you get your sunlight, but if he has you in an apartment, then the shielded off balcony and sunroof will suffice. For vitamin D purposes. Otherwise, he makes you take supplements if you are deficient.

The only thing, and I do mean only, he asks of you is to give him babies. Pregnancy and birthing are huge huge risks depending on your constitution. I imagine Miguel messing with your DNA so you can safely deliver him babies. (Or for you kinky folks, he'd rewrite DNA somehow to make your milk jugs overflowing with milk constantly)

Taking care of you is something that of a ritual for him. Something he looks forward coming home to doing, despite the countless responsibilties he has in the Spider Society. He'd actually get so upset if you took care of yourself without him. If the whole canon events theory he has is debunked, I imagine he retires and full sends in taking care of you 24/7 in every hour of the day. He already relays more tasks to Jess, Peter, and other Spiders than usual, so he can be home with you more.

With all the cooking, cleaning, and self care routine being completely done by Miguel, you basically can do everything else you want, within Miguel's reason. Only safe hobbies, like drawing, reading, shopping, watching TV, etc. He still monitors when he can, especially shopping, since he is watchful of where his money moves, but to also see if you're purchasing anything that could hurt yourself. He hopes that whenever he can, he could join you in your hobbies. He particularly enjoys dressing you up in his favorite outfits on you. He'll see a style online he wants you to try and spin his own twist to it. You'd be his little fashion model. He'd also definitely have photoshoots just for you. You also love dressing him up as well and making him join in on the photoshoots.

I feel like I have a few more unnerving ideas about my version of yandere!Miguel, but I'm stopping right here cuz its 2 am and I can't think anymore. Till next time. (I'll write an actual fic I swear I will!)

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[abarbaricyalp]

Prompt 41, washing each other’s hair

So many fics of Bucky getting his hair washed, so I went the other direction!

The first time Sam had asked for help with his hair, Bucky had blanched and refused. They weren't even three weeks out from Sarah reaming him for letting AJ and Cass get caked in mud while chasing frogs and do you know how long I'll spend washing their hair now? And then Bucky had learned how much effort it took to, in fact, keep those lovely curls in tact. And how much kids squirmed when they were bored.

But Sam's hands were wrapped up and he didn't have hair as long as the boys and it had been more than a week.

"I'm itching, man," Sam had complained. "My scalp itches. I can feel the dirt on me."

"You're the one who wanted to grow it out!" Bucky accused like a child.

"I didn't foresee breaking half my knuckles in a fight within two months," Sam pointed out.

Bucky grimaced. He didn't need the reminder of why Sam was all bandaged up. "I don't wanna mess it up," he said.

"I'll walk you through it," Sam promised. "You've got enough steps in your routine, you should be used to it."

Bucky squirmed but relented. "Okay. But I don't wanna hear it if--"

"You're not going to do anything wrong," Sam said with a roll of his eyes. "Besides, you get to take my clothes off. That's your favorite thing to do."

That was Bucky's favorite thing to do. "Alright, let's go," he sighed.

Sam had been off like a shot. As Bucky had adjusted the water and fussed at Sam about trying to undress himself and causing more fractures, Sam had pointed out all of the important bottles.

("This is the shampoo. Don't use the vanilla one. I hate it, but it's too expensive to just throw away. This is a wash out conditioner. Do not use a ton of it. You have to use the scalp oil and moisturizer too." And Bucky had insisted he knew how to use conditioner and hair oil.)

And it had been a pretty non-disastrous endeavor. Sam had walked him through how to massage the products into his hair without trying to run his fingers through it ("Use your fingertips, not your whole hand") and how to keep the oil closer to his scalp and the moisturizer more on his hair. Bucky had even been allowed to use Sam's fancy combs to very gently brush his hair out. (Really, they weren't all that fancy, but Sam always bitched about Bucky getting his 'greasy, long ass hair' all over it, so Bucky couldn't use them) Then he'd gotten distracted because that was too much time to stare at the back of Sam's neck without kissing it.

Now, he was much more comfortable when Sam was too tired to lift his arms or had something else he wanted to do. Like watching a bunch of birthday wishes that had come in throughout the day while they'd been working.

Bucky gently worked the shampoo over Sam's head, idly playing with the longer strands of hair, while he watched the videos and listened to the voicemails from half of Delacroix over Sam's shoulder. Sam did this cute shudder when Bucky got the rhythm down right, both sets of fingers massaging his scalp at the same time but in alternating pulses, and he kept doing it now, each time stepping closer back to Bucky.

"You can keep it up right there," Sam said as he lolled his head back.

Bucky scratched at Sam's scalp lightly before repeating the soft little massage he'd done right at the base of his skull with his thumb. His hair had grown in thicker along the nape of his neck and Sam's barber never seemed intent to thin it out. Bucky liked the way Sam's hair looked grown out, even if it was just a little bit. He really liked the clean, thick line along the back of his neck. But he did like the back of Sam's neck generally.

"Are you in pain?" he asked. He dropped his fingers a little lower and massaged along Sam's neck, down to his left shoulder because that one always got tight.

"No," Sam assured, but he rolled his shoulders back into Bucky's touch anyway. "It just felt good. Go back."

Bucky put his fingers back to his hairline and leaned over to kiss the side of his neck at the same time. He dropped his other hand from Sam's hair so he could wrap his arm around Sam's waist instead, delighted when Sam put a hand over his forearm to keep him there. The phone was left on a high shelf. Sam landed back into Bucky fully.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," he breathed against Sam's jaw. "Sorry we got kind of side tracked."

"This is a good place to end the day," Sam breathed back. "You just keep those magic fingers at work."

"My fingers are good for a lot more, y’know."

Sam smiled and turned his face towards Bucky's neck. "Yeah. You keep this up and you can use them for whatever. But you gotta stay focused here. You're not done yet."

Bucky couldn't fight down his own grin. "Aye-aye. You just let me know when I should stop."

Sam's eyelashes fluttered against Bucky's skin as he closed his eyes when Bucky started to massage his scalp again. "Never."

And Bucky thought he could probably get behind that.

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi! Maybe a Minho x reader where the reader is already in the safe haven, and is doing some gardening while singing or dancing and minding her business and Minho sees her and recognizes her from before the maze trials but not entirely, and he feels attracted to her and tries very hard to get her attention and it's all flirty but also funny and a little embarrassing. Like an aftermath and it's all fluffy and cute and maybe a little spicy in the end:D

Man, your ideas are always so good. I absolutely love writing your requests omg.

MIRAGE OF THE PAST

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Fem!Group B!Ex-Runner!Reader x Minho. Kinda movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some suggestive themes, spice at the end, reference to Newt's death (sorry), group B slang from the wiki page but they might be fanmade but I'm going with it.

"Come on, Minho," Frypan groans as the remaining Gladers sit around the burning bonfire, "there's gotta be at least one girl here that you want."

This conversation had been going on for the past few weeks. Once the initial shock of surviving and escaping to the Safe Haven passed, the other boys (apart from Thomas) immediately started scoping out the women. Watching Gally and Frypan attempt to flirt with anything with tits is admittedly quite funny.

But Minho's not interested. Not only does he have to deal with the trauma of being tortured for half a year, but also the death of his best friend.

Romance had never been something he particularly took interest in, even if a girl would have come up in the Glade, or when girls started joining the group.

Sure, it's not like he doesn't have any frustrations or urges. He didn't really have much of an outlet for that kind of thing during his pubescent teenage years- and he figured years of pent-up sexual energy would've started to actually affect him by now. Especially with no Maze or WCKD to distract him.

But not really. Not at the moment.

"Dude," he grumbles, swirling the contents of his glass, "I'm telling you; I do not care."

"There's something shuckin' wrong with you, man," Gally scoffs, entertained more than anything as he drops his head. "There are girls eyeing you up left, right and centre- and you're telling me you don't care?"

Minho had obviously noticed the attention on him, but he'd always known he was good-looking. Even back in the Glade. The attention is, admittedly, an ego boost. And he enjoys watching his friends grumble and complain when some anxious girl approaches them, only for her to want Minho and leave with her tail between her legs.

"Nope- there's no one here I want, okay? Leave it."

Well, Minho was wrong.

The next day, he'd got roped into helping Thomas and Gally move bags of produce and seeds. Vince was too busy running the place, as per usual, so his normal daily tasks got thrown onto Thomas- something that he welcomed with open arms.

And that's when Minho saw you.

You spend a lot of time in the gardens- it's probably your favourite place in the Safe Haven. Similar to Minho, you ran the Maze in Group B, but you'd always had an affinity for plants and used to use the Gardens to calm down after a hard day. Now, it's more like using the plant life to relax after a hard life.

You prune away at the plants as you hum to yourself, dancing around and replaying the drums in your head from the previous night.

Thomas notices Minho's hesitation as he slows down, watching you from a distance. Gally is quick to also slow when he realises both of his colleagues have stopped moving.

Minho pays no mind to them. He's hit with a weird wave of nostalgia as he watches on, unconsciously admiring you. You're gorgeous; wearing the same casual clothes as everyone else, a jacket tied around your hips and your hair in a style he's already decided is his favourite.

What makes Minho's heart jump is when you flip the knife you're holding, tossing it into the air and catching the blade before throwing it. You're still dancing around and bobbing your head as the knife sinks into one of the wooden supports for a weak plant. It hits with a thud, easily holding in place and staying there as you crouch down to pick a tomato, mindlessly tossing it into a nearby basket.

Minho blinks. Processing what the hell just happened inside of him. The way you acted and how casually you just did that left some kind of impact on him.

Was that... hot?

Is that what the other boys call attractive?

Whatever. He can get over that. What he can't get over, however, is the strange feelings of familiarity he's experiencing. He knows you.

Somehow, he knows you.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" You perk your head up, looking in the direction of Sonya's voice as you stand up. She struggles through the shrubbery as you chuckle, slipping your hands into your pockets.

"Hey, Sonya. You good?"

"Yeah, Harriet, Aris and I are gonna grab a drink later, if you wanna join?"

"Uh, I don't know, man- maybe another time."

She groans as you turn back to your plants, dramatically flopping over you and throwing her arms around your shoulders. "C'mon," she drags out the word, "we never see you, anymore."

"That's not true," you gently and playfully shrug her off. It's kind of true.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't become kind of elusive since you'd come here. You'd decided to enjoy your peace, and you were never a people person. But here, you don't have to protect everyone and stress about getting out of a deadly Maze. So, now you keep to yourself. You don't tend to join in on the late night drinking or partying. You've become a teenage Grandma.

"Dude," she crosses her arms, face suddenly serious, "one night. Hang out with us. Please."

"I'll think about it." You scratch the back of your neck, throwing your head back and stretching. You pull it back up, catching someone staring at you from across the sand.

Minho instantly tenses the second you make eye contact. Red starts to dust his cheeks as he pulls his gaze away.

Shit.

Gally barks a laugh. "Wow, Minho," he snorts, and even Thomas laughs along. "Thought you weren't interested in anyone?"

"Slim it, shuck-face," Minho grumbles as he walks past, his head dipped low as he tries to avoid your attention.

What is happening to him?

"Is it just me, or was Minho totally just staring at you?" Sonya asks, even though you shrug it off, returning to your work.

"Who?" You practically hear Sonya's neck snap with the speed she looks at you.

"Who? Did you seriously just ask me who? Uh, Minho? The hot Asian dude that was just completely gawking at you?"

"Never heard of him."

"Are you kidding me? He's the guy that everyone spent months tryna save from WCKD."

"We spent months tryna save all of you from WCKD."

"Yeah- but Thomas and Newt broke into WCKD Headquarters for him. He's kinda a big deal, dude- and half the girls here have a thing for him."

"Sounds like quite the catch," your tone is dull and results in Sonya rolling her eyes.

"Just... just come hang out with us later? We miss talking to you."

"Alright, finch-face," you huff, "I'll have a couple drinks later if it gets you off my dick."

Sonya seems satisfied with this, leaving you to it. To your own surprise, your mind wanders to the boy. You'd never been one for attention, and you'd not really had any advances here. So, why do you feel flustered at this random dude staring at you?

You, in fact, do not meet them later for drinks. But you do promise another time.

Minho, on the other hand, spends the next week watching you every chance he gets. Thomas and Gally silently agree to keep it between themselves, but it's kind of hard.

He feels creepy and stalkerish. But he can't help it- you're just so perfect and he's never been this anxious to talk to someone ever. He wants to talk to you, but he just can't bring himself to.

After much consideration, you decide to actually join your friends for one night.

The girls are very happy to see you and you offer a friendly hug to Aris, joining them and Brenda around the campfire.

Minho takes note of this, watching you laugh and chatter, the flames dancing off of your skin and the drink swirling around the glass in your hand.

Gally nudges his friend, caving in and having to gossip with someone else. "Fry, have you heard?"

"Hm?"

"Minho, here, is in love." Thomas snorts into his drink, having to put it down so he doesn't choke.

"Shut up, Gally- I am not." Minho kicks him.

"What? Have I missed something? With who?" Frypan, not very subtly, tries to get a glimpse of you.

"Shuck's sake," Minho grasps at his friend, forcing him to sit down, "Fry! Stop!"

"What? What? Is she hot?"

"Yeah, she's hot," Gally scoffs, earning a glare from Minho. "Think she's called (Y/N), or some klunk."

Frypan's face contorts into a grin. "Ha, (Y/N)? No way."

"What? You know her?" Minho blinks at his friend, shocked because no one else seems to know who you are.

"I mean, Brenda knows her-" he leans further forward in his seat "- she's from Group B, used to be a Runner for them. Don't really know much, but they all make her sound like the best of the best. Sonya and Harriet think the world of her."

"Wait," Thomas interjects, "if she's so close with them, how come we don't know who she is?"

"She's not much of a people person," Frypan shrugs, "prefers to be on her own- does her own thing kinda deal. That's what it sounds like at least."

"Great, that means you don't have any competition, Minho," Thomas grins at his friend. "Why don't you just go talk to her?"

"No."

"Why not?" Thomas' smile immediately vanishes. He knows Minho better than most people here. He thinks getting to know someone new could do him some real good.

Minho falls into silence. What reason does he have to not talk to you? Is he just scared? The man has risked his life literally every day for as long as he can remember but he's scared to talk to a girl?

Sounds about right.

"Well," Gally slaps his legs as he stands up, "if you won't talk to her, guess I will."

You could hear the cogs turning in Minho's head as Gally starts to walk towards you. There's no way he's about to watch Gally take the only girl he's literally ever taken any interest in.

The chair moves back as Minho stands up.

Gally gets to your group, opening his mouth but no words come out as Minho is quick to reach him.

"Hey," Minho has absolutely no idea where he's going with this, awkwardly standing with his hands in his pockets as he hovers over the group. Sonya looks at you, repressing a smirk at Minho's slightly shifty stance.

"Hey, Minho," Brenda smiles at her friend, oblivious to what's going on. "You okay?" Gally smirks, making eye contact with Sonya, raising his eyebrows slightly before walking away and returning to the other boys.

"Uh, yeah, just uh, thought I'd come say hi," Minho flinches at his own words, visibly cringing as his confidence dwindles.

"Well, uh, hi?" Brenda is visibly lost whilst Harriet is quick to catch on, also being told by Sonya what happened prior.

"Minho," Harriet, the boldest of the group, decides to move this forward, "have you met (Y/N)?"

Oh no.

"Uh, I don't- no, we haven't met." Minho is having some kind of internal panic attack. The poor boy is going to pass out any second.

"Well, (Y/N) here was our best- she basically ran the joint when I was busy."

"That's not true," you look at him, immediately shutting down Harriet's bragging. He feels very small under your gaze.

"Nah, it is- stop being so humble."

"So, you were a Runner?" You blink at this question.

"I... I never told you that?" Minho freezes. Ah, yes, me and my friends weren't just talking about you or anything. Totally.

"Uh, yeah, I'm just assuming, yanno?"

You shuffle forward, trying to hide the smirk threatening to cross your lips. "Yeah, I was a uh, what did you call it? Runner?"

"Yeah, were you a Keeper?" You blink at him, not understanding the slang that differentiates between the Glade and the Glen.

"What's a Keeper?"

"Oh, it's, like, the person that's incharge of the section."

"Oh, like a Jailer?"

"A Jailer?"

"Yeah- I guess what you called Keepers we called Jailers. But, no, I wasn't a... Keeper. Just did my job, stick."

"You shoulda been a Jailer, finch-face," Harriet complains, adding to an argument that you'd been having for a while.

"I didn't want to be a finching Jailer, Harriet."

"Yeah, but you woulda been so good at it."

"How are we still arguing about this?" Aris asks, earning a chuckle from you.

"Minho was a Keeper, though, weren't ya?" Brenda butts in.

"Oh, yeah?" Maybe Minho is hallucinating, but your tone sounds almost flirty, "What was that like? Can't have been easy tryna look after a bunch of boys."

"Eh, I didn't mind it. Kept me busy and I knew the Maze like the back of my hand- which made my job easier."

"Wow, that's quite the feat- I didn't even remember the Maze that well."

"Yes, you did," Harriet jumps in, and you send her a confused look.

"No, I didn't?"

"Yeah, ya did- I've been out there with you."

"No, I used pattern recognition to figure out what was coming next."

"Same thing."

"That is not the same thing," Minho defends you, almost naturally, which shocks himself.

"Exactly- you gonna argue with with two Runners?" Harriet puts her arms up in defence, accepting her defeat.

The conversation starts to flow more naturally, and Minho eases. You leave for a second, going to get another drink. This is going well. Minho has absolutely nothing to be worried about, and apparently, Gally is a decent wingman. Who would've thought?

Well, you approach again, not saying anything as someone shouts Minho, making him turn around without realising you're standing right behind him. He knocks into you, sending your drink into you chest, spilling it everywhere.

"Shuck," he hisses, watching you pull your lips into a fine line. The liquid drips down your chin and stains your favourite shirt, causing it to stick to your chest- something that Minho tries to not act weird about. "I'm- shit, I'm sorry."

You put the glass down on a nearby crate being used as a table. "It's fine," you say through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna call it a night, anyway."

You suck on your teeth. This is why you don't like people. You don't have problems like this without other people.

"Aw, what?" Sonya complains, but you're already walking away, wiping your face with your hand. "(Y/N)!"

Minho groans, rubbing his face before making eye contact with Brenda. "Smooth."

You resort to your typical demeanour, spending your time in the gardens and ignoring everyone.

"Have you tried actually flirting with her?" Brenda suggests, no fully in the loop even though it wasn't exactly hard to miss. Brenda, Minho, and Gally sit around a table, taking a break from the days workload.

"I spilt her drink down her- I don't think she'll appreciate me flirting with her." Minho huffs.

"She's pretty forgiving. You might as well try."

"I don't- I don't even know how to flirt with a girl- what do I even do?"

"Try and touch her as much as possible, tell her she's hot and that you wanna-" Gally's input is cut off by Brenda punching him in the arm.

"Just talk to her, compliment her, let her know you're interested and then let her make the move- don't listen to Gally, that'll just make her uncomfortable."

"How do you know?"

"Hate to break it to you, Gally, but I happen to be a woman."

"Yeah, but, I mean.." Minho stands up, sick of his friends bickering and all the teasing. He'll just take Brenda's advice and talk to you. It was easy enough last night, for the most part.

"What do you want?" You say before he even opens his mouth. You're crouching down, planting even more seeds in your already overgrown garden.

Not a great start.

"I, uh, I just wanted to apologise for last night. I didn't realise you were stood there and-"

"I already told you; it's fine."

"Yeah, but still," he sighs, "I feel like kind of a slinthead."

"I don't know what that even means."

"Right," he pauses, Brenda's words circling his head. Maybe he should try a compliment. "You, uh, you look pretty." You pause, not really saying anything for a second.

"Do I?" You're covered in dirt and in your gardening garb.

"I mean, yeah. I mean I think you look pretty- I mean you do look pretty- you are pretty- you look good, even when you- you always look good."

You look at him, a lop-sided smirk appearing in your face. "You wanna try that again?"

Obviously, you've noticed Minho's attraction to you. Actually, you've been told it both from your friends and from Brenda. This morning she came over basically begging for you to give Minho a chance, only to be pulled away by Jorge.

It's actually kind of cute.

"Shuck, I'm bad at this," he mumbles, "Yeah. Could I?"

"Be my guest."

"I think you're beautiful, (Y/N)," he says after a second to gain his composure.

Something about this clicks in your head. Your heart rate picks up as you look at him. For a moment, you understand the hype around Minho. He's objectively attractive, and him being an anxious stuttering mess around you is somehow only making him more appearing.

You stand up, scoffing to yourself. "Thanks, Minho."

God, his name sounds so good on your lips. He could listen to you say it all the time. He wonders how else it would sound when-

He stops himself.

It took you saying his name for his mind to start going in that direction? Maybe he's more worked up than he thought.

"Hey?" You wave your hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his trance, "You good?"

He cleats his throat. "Yeah, I'm good."

"You just gonna stand there or gimme a hand?"

"Uh, sure- yeah." You throw a bag of seeds in his direction. He fumbles slightly, but he catches it, not coming across as smooth as he would want to be.

He spends the rest of his day poorly attempting to talk to you. He even does that almost cartoonist thing where he tried to lean on a beam and completely missed.

Another thing you notice is the sheer amount of girls now looking in your direction. They're gawking over a working and sweating Minho and glaring at you.

"You're quite the eye-candy," Minho's heart nearly jumps out of his chest as he picks up another bag of fertiliser.

"What?" You jolt your head towards the small group of girls gathering. "Oh, right."

"Seems like you get a lot of attention."

"I don't want their attention," his tone is blunt and sturdy for maybe the first time since you've spoken to him.

"Oh, yeah? 'Cause you want my attention instead, right?" Minho freezes as you look at him, hand casually on your hip.

"What if I do?" Confidence bubbles in his chest. His tone is flirtatious, and he's starting to actually understand that this is how you hit on someone.

"Maybe you could try talking to me like a person instead of stalking me from a distance," and with that, Minho's bubble of confidence bursts.

"I wasn't- I didn't mean-" he sighs, "I didn't mean to be creepy."

You laugh. You actually laugh. And it's like music to Minho's ears.

"I don't get it," you shake your head, continuing with your shovelling, "you could have anyone you want here."

"Yeah, well, I don't think you're right about that."

"Huh? You clearly can."

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"Because I want you."

Maybe that was too forward from Minho. That much is clear when your moments stop, but when the red starts to creep across your face, he realises that he's actually cracked you.

"I- I, come on, man," you force a laugh to try and play it off, "you can't be saying klank like that."

"Why not? It's true."

"Dude," you send him a warning look. "Why me? Hm? You don't even know me." He falls quiet. You furrow your brows, confusion setting in. "Minho?"

"I think I do," he mumbles.

"What?"

"I think I know you," he says, more confident, "I know it sounds insane- but we obviously had our memories wiped- I don't know. You feel familiar, like maybe I knew you before."

You stand, silently looking at him. You honestly don't know what to think of this. He knows you? It's clear your memory wipe is stronger than his, but it does feel like you've met him before.

"Sorry- that's weird, I just-"

"Minho!" Frypan yells him from a distance, "Gally needs help building this shack! Come on!"

He anxiously looks at you, vaguely pointing in the direction of his friend before walking away, leaving you to process everything that's happened.

You told Sonya, Harriet, and Aris everything that had happened. Aris was lost, Harriet intrigued, and Sonya was practically frothing at the mouth.

It then turned into them pressuring you to talk to Minho instead, but you decided to leave it until you saw him again naturally.

That doesn't exactly happen.

Waking up early one morning, you come out of your hut and notice Minho sitting on the sand, in front of the waves, basking in the rising son.

Sucking in a deep breath, you gain some confidence and walk over to him. "Hey," he looks up at you as you stand behind him. You're in your casual running pants and sports bra, which makes his brain do a backflip.

"Hey," he's kind of surprised that you've approached him first, but you've spent the days between your last conversations thinking of him.

"I was gonna go on a run, wanna race?" A grin starts to cross his face.

"You think you can beat me?"

"No," you smirk, "I know I can."

He stands up, dusting off some of the sand. "Alright, girly, where we racing to?"

"From here to the Creek?"

"The Creek?"

"You don't know about the Creek? Bro, you're missing out."

He agrees to these terms and you both get ready. Counting in, you both start, though Minho stumbles slightly- clearly not used to the sand.

Despite your head start, Minho easily catches up. You playfully push him out of the way, which he's fast to return.

To get to the Creek, you have to cut across some of the sand dunes, which means leaving the beach. You take a sharp right, causing Minho to stumble as you book it through the dunes.

Loud laughs escape you as you throw your arms up. You grind to a halt, stopping at a large circle of rocks with a pool in the middle, accompanied by a small waterfall.

"You shucking cheat!" He catches up to you, slowly to a jog before he doubles over.

"Told you I'd beat you," you grin at him.

"Yeah, only because you're a cheater."

"Wow," he stands up straight as you step closer to him, "shoulda guessed you'd be a sore loser."

He presses his tongue into his cheek, humming as he nods, bitterly. "That's how you wanna do this, huh?"

"Gotta play the game."

"Hm, well, if you insist." With now warning, Minho picks you up, making you shriek as he throws you over his shoulder.

"Minho!" You cry out, kicking your legs but it's too late.

The water is freezing as he drops you in. You're submerged by the crystal-clear serene water in seconds.

You rise again, gasping for air as Minho laughs at you. "You bitch!" This just makes his laugh even more.

"Gotta play the game, right?" You splash him, making him step back. "Alright, alright!" He shields his face, running his fingers through his hair before he looks at you, a mischievous smirk appearing.

"What?" You dare ask.

Minho pulls at the bottom of his shirt, yanking it over his head. You don't mean to stare, but you do. He chest and mid-drift are chiselled as dark hair dusts across his lower stomach, leading further into his pants. Your mind goes fuzzy for a second.

You don't have much time to ogle though as he runs forward, pulling his legs to his chest and cannonballing into the water. Water spashes everywhere, drowning you once again as you turn to face him.

He re-emerges, flicking his hair before pushing it back. "Shuck!" He exclaims. "It's shuckin' freezing!"

You laugh at him, wheezing as you try to cat g your breath, resulting in you being hit by another wave of water that Minho throws at you. You respond this time, which ends up turning into a splashing match.

And then into a shoving one.

The Creek is filled with laughter and the sounds of splashing water, and neither of you remember the last time you had this much fun.

You keep sending small, concise waves in Minho's direction. "Okay, okay- stop. Okay," he swims closer, grabbing you wrists and stopping the movements. "That's enough."

Your giggles slow as he holds your hands in place. "Enough." Both of your chests rise and fall as he stands in front of you.

Minho thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's even seen. Your hair sticks to your face, water running down your collarbone and cleavage.

And, honestly, the feeling is mutual. The chuckles quickly stop as you both stare at each other. You can't help yourself when your eyes land on his lips.

Oh God.

Almost unconsciously, you move closer to him, and he does the same, like two magnets pulling towards each other. Your faces are mere centimetres apart as he drops your wrists, hands coming to your hips under the water instead.

Minho is hypnotised. You're so close, and the feeling of your skin under his fingers is making him feel almost drunk. He didn't know it was possible for a person to make him feel this way.

Faint shouting from the distance snaps you both out of your trance. People at the Safe Haven are waking up and the day is about to begin- both of your absences isn't going to go unnoticed.

You pull away, clearly your throat, "We should go. They'll wonder where we are."

"Uh, yeah- you're right."

Minho doesn't bother to put his shirt back on for the walk, letting the air dry his skin. Which is completely distracting, and you swear he caught you looking more than once. But he doesn't say anything.

Once you're closer, he pulls his shirt back on and you split up, mumbling some very awkward goodbyes.

You slip back into your hut, unnoticed, drying yourself off and getting changed.

Unfortunately, damp Minho had an audience the second he returned. He doesn't think he's ever got this much attention.

You and Minho suddenly become as bad as each other. Your conversations are brief but full of tension, so much so that your friends can notice until it all comes ahead.

You've, once again, been peer-pressured into having some fun. Leaning on a beam at the side of the party, you watch from afar.

Some girl came up to Minho about fifteen minutes ago, and she's beeb hanging off of him ever since. You've failed to join in on your conversation with your friends, who are exchanging some knowing looks between one another.

"I don't get it," Sonya says after a while, "you know he likes you, and you're clearly at least starting to like him- so why not do something about it?"

"What?" You pull your death stare away, looking at your blond ally instead.

"You and Minho? Finch it, being in the same room as you guys is enough to turn anyone on- so I can't imagine how you guys feel."

"You're looking to much into it; everyone likes Minho. I'm not about to be another girl pining for his affection."

"Yeah, but he likes you." Harriet joins in. "There's no competition because he's already yours. Sonya's right; do something about it."

You look at them before returning your gaze to Minho and the girl. They're right.

And you've had enough of this.

"Fuck it," you down the rest of your drink in one mouthful, slamming it down and making your way over to him.

Wordlessly, he notices you approaching as he sits amongst his friends, practically ignoring the girl. You take his hand as he looks up at you like a lost puppy.

He makes no hesitation to push the girl off, standing up and letting you lead him to literally wherever you want. Whistles from Gally and Frypan fill the noise from behind you, but you don't care anymore.

You pull him into your hut, the light is dim as you shut the door behind the both of you.

"(Y/N)? What are you-?" You push him backwards, making him hit the wall as you stand in front of him. Once again, your faces are painfully close.

"You still want me?" You mumble, nearly into him as his body goes limp, eyes becoming hooded.

He nods. "More than anything."

"Do..." the questions makes you cringe, somehow becoming nervous despite knowing you're not about to get rejected, "do tou want to be my boyfriend?"

Your eyes flicker down, not able to meet his gaze, and you hear him scoff. "Of shuckin' course I do."

The scene you look up at him again, his lips are on yours. It's a deep kiss, but a safe one, and you pull away from each other for a second.

"Damn," he smirks, "if I knew you were the possessive type, I woulda made you jealous sooner."

"Shut up," you grumble, pressing your lips back to his. It's feverish this time, his hands gripping your hips to pull you closer, whilst your hands come to his hair, tangling in his dark locks.

He hums into you as you pull on his bottom lip with your teeth, both of you move in sync as he leads you to the bed, falling on top of you.

His hands travel under your shirt, desperate to feel your skin against his once again as your bodies tangle together. You pull at his shirt, and he takes the hint, breaking the kiss to pull it off.

It gives you the chance to drink in his appearance. He's dishevelled and messy, panting with large pupils and parted lips. He's never felt this needy in his life, watching as you sit up, pulling your own shirt off.

You reconnect, Minho pushing himself between your legs, your nails digging into his back as he transfers his affection to your neck. You let out a shaky breath, which very nearly comes out as a moan.

It just pushes Minho further as he sinks his teeth into the sensitive flesh of your neck. Your body twitches, and you gasp, clinging onto him further.

"Minho," your voice is whispy and full of an emotion Minho hasn't heard before. He thought he liked hearing you say his name before, but now he could literally get drunk off of the word. "Please."

He grabs you thigh, hiking your leg up further as he grinds against you. Let's be honest, the boy has been rock solid since the first kiss.

"I've never..." He mutters against you skin, "I've never done this before. I don't really... know what I'm doing."

"You think I do?" You chuckle. "Do you want to do this, or should we wait?"

He pauses, looking at you. "I want you so fuckin' bad- I've never felt like this before. But if you want to wait, then I'll wait for as long as you need. Do you want to wait?"

Hearing Minho actually swear instead of the Glader slang is rare, and sends even more heat through you as Harriet's words ring through your head.

He's already yours.

He hovers on top of you as he waits for your answer, and you shake your head.

"No," you mumble, bucking up your hips against his, making him hiss and his breath hitches before you kiss him once again.

Another Minho piece woooo. I've got a couple of requests to get through now to keep me busy, so there should be some steady content coming out, but requests are still open. Also sorry if it takes me a bit to get to your requests, I promise I will get to them.

I hope you enjoyed :))

[bunnybubae]

(M)🚦Red Light: The Strength | Ch2 [JJK]

👉🏻[Series Masterpost]

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK-TattoArtist!OC)

Genre: S2L - Smut - Fluff - Angst

Summary: Jeon Jungkook never let any distraction take him away from his motorcycle or his gym for more than one night. He just wants to speed around the track and feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sex he gets thanks to his charm, is just a side dish to his life. A tough past brought him on that Ducati that he learned to love, a past  you'll uncover, as you slowly seep in under his skin. It's a hell of a ride, in all senses, as you try to escape your own hell in the meanwhile.  Where will this ride bring you? Will it be worth it in the end?

Chapter Warnings:  lots of teasing, longing, JK is a menace, heavy flirting, he calls her princess sometimes, sporadic mentions of the ex I hate him, Hani and Tae are annoying but we love them anyway, overall a chapter based on their first ride together.

Wc: 7.3k

A/N: Hello there! Second chapter is here and I hope you'll like it! As always, I'm sorry if there are some grammatical mistakes, english isn't my first language and I don't have a beta, so pls bear with me! 🫶🏻 Let me know what you think about the series, my box is always open! - Joy🐰

November 30th, Thursday

“Wanna do one last session?” 

Your workout today has been intense, Jungkook is already all sweaty as he approaches you gasping for air. Since he taught you a combination of punches, he loves to keep you trained by wearing mitts and letting you hit them in a given order and speed, hence why he's willing to go one more time despite his tiredness.

These sessions are a great way to improve your guard and reflexes and you noticed some benefits right away when you first tried, over two months ago. Over this time, you've learned a lot thanks to his patience and way of teaching.

The water you're sipping flows pleasantly down your throat, refreshing you as you try to enjoy this little break. Your clothes are sticking on your skin uncomfortably, but you feel like you can push your limit a little bit, before you can finally relax your muscles and take a much needed shower. You nod at him, putting aside your water bottle.

The gym is now pretty much empty, all thursday night it takes place the last adult class of the week before the gym is open on the weekend for the equipment usage only, so all members usually rush to the showers earlier to avoid it being too crowded in the changing rooms when the shift is actually done.

This gives you the opportunity to take advantage of the available space to give your all during your last mitt session of the week.

You hear him slap the gloves he's wearing, ready to receive your punches and when you put yours back on and reach him at the center of the tatami, his gaze momentarily lands on your face.

"Aww, is princess too tired?"

He fakes a mocking pout as he looks at you with those big doe eyes, his ruffled hair is giving him a cute look right now, in perfect contrast with his glistening muscles and heavy breathing. The duality is impressive. He manages to annoyingly tease you every time he gets the chance and he always looks so cute and hot at the same time. You roll your eyes, mostly annoyed at yourself for the effect this mix has on you.

"Princess is always ready to destroy your mitts." You puff away, drying up some sweat on your forehead in the process.

"Destroy is a strong word, with those cute little hands I'd say you barely tickle the mitts, but whatever you wanna believe."

This is his way to encourage you, you know it very well by now. 

He wants you to hit harder and harder, each punch more precise than the previous one and you find yourself smiling in defiance as you adjust your posture. He wants you to prove him wrong, even if he knows you're able to punch hard enough now, he wants you to show him but most of all yourself that you can always improve. It became one of his favorite hobbies, to tease you endlessly, and if this can push you to give your all, it's like killing two birds with one stone.

"Last time these cute little hands," You show him your gloved fists "punched your side by accident and you complained about it for a whole half an hour." You reply, looking at him with a smirk as he assumes his usual posture on the tatami, right in front of you.

"But I was still standing though, wasn't I? Anything that doesn't knock me out is a tickle, princess."

He continues to smile at you as he languidly motions for you to come closer to begin as you try to avoid the annoyingly pleasant sensation that this stupid pet name always provokes you.

You snort softly at his remark and you ready yourself to throw the first punch at his signal.

"Won't be an accident next time and you're gonna regret what you just said." Your words sound like a poor threat that makes him chuckle.

"I'm so scared." The shiver he faked while smirking is enough to make you roll your eyes once again. Something that happens quite often with him. Bantering with you is so satisfying for him, he knows you're going to give him what he's looking for, just to prove him wrong.

He starts moving the mitts he's wearing and in a matter of seconds, the loud sound of your gloves hitting his fills the room.

Punching them or the punching bags is always so liberating. 

The movements you can make now are much smoother and precise than before, and you quickly began to love the feeling of a punch that hits its target correctly. You're so tired after an entire workout, but you still manage to hit his gloves in the right order, without missing one. 

He's always been well concentrated on your technique during this kind of exercises, but you recently noticed that he lets his eyes wander around your body more often during mitt sessions, and you have to admit that you like it. It makes you feel attractive even if you're all messy and sweaty. 

Gym clothing hugs your body perfectly, accentuating your curves just right. It must be a great distraction for him as you catch his eyes falling on your cleavage. This detail makes you giggle as you throw the last few punches of the combo.

You gasp for breath, looking at him with a satisfied grin on your face, both for the well execution of the session and for his obvious glances on you.

"What were you looking at, huh?" Jungkook removes his mitts as his guilty gaze meets yours nonchalantly.

"They were staring at me, not my fault." 

You laugh out loud at his silliness, causing him to join you when you throw your gloves at him.

You feel regenerated both mentally and physically when you come to the gym to workout with him, Jungkook always finds ways to boost your self-esteem and to make you believe in your capacities. 

To banter with him, teasing him and letting him tease you, honestly the best part of the experience.

It's thanks to him if you're more confident now, he's the kind of instructor who is keen to remind you that hard work always pays off and that your improvements are evident after each workout. You're grateful to him for this, this kind of stimulus helps you keep your determination high. He's also a pleasure for the eyes, but that's another story.

“Anyway, I need to tease you more often, those little fists were slightly more than ticklish today!” When he acts like this, you just want to erase that smirk of his by slamming your lips on it. 

God, you wish you could do that, you way too frequently find yourself wondering how would it feel to have that lip ring brushing on your skin. You imagine his pillowy lips dance with yours, wondering if they are as soft as they look.

He catches you staring at his mouth for a while too long and, like a cherry on the cake, you keep watching him as he lets his tongue poke out to briefly wet the line of his lower lip to then play with the piercing that rests on its corner. A wider smirk takes place on his tired face, one aware of what he's doing to you. His lips are glistening now and you wish you could taste them.

You look away as you try to ignore the feeling that such a simple thing caused in your belly.

"Shut up." you mumble as you move to reach your discarded gym bag at the corner.

"Make me."

When you turn around to look at him again, Jungkook has a seemingly more serious expression and even his tone didn't seem to match his usual way of teasing you.

This sounded different.

His eyes are fixed on you with an enticing look. You're not sure you heard him correctly initially and you instinctively look at your surroundings. There's no one around, Is he really aware of what he's implying? Is he ambiguously asking you to shut him up with a kiss?

Your cheeks are on fire as your eyes drop briefly to his lips again, that sensation in your belly grows a little more. Does he really want it?

"W-what?"

Jungkook lets out a low chuckle, wetting his lips before he breaks eye contact with you and picks up your gloves and his so he can store them.

"I'm teasing you princess," he says lowly as he walks away "I like seeing you all flustered."

Damn you, Jeon Jungkook, and his effect on you.

You can't see his face, but you can hear it in his voice that he's smirking proudly.

"As I said before, next time it won't be an accident, you'll regret it." He laughs and you try your best to pretend that his actions and words are effectless on you as you follow him to the same corner to collect your things.

When you check the time on your phone your stomach drops.

It's way past the time you usually leave, you haven't even booked an uber yet and the gym closes in less than 10 minutes.

"Shit" you mutter.

"What's wrong?"

You're frowning and your expression seems to worry him as he turns to you.

“I didn't think it was this fucking late!” A mixture of irritation and concern laced with your voice. “Can I still take a shower?”

He observes you as the rush has begun to take over your body as you quickly gather everything up.

"Are you sure this isn't all an excuse to stay alone with me a little longer?"

You come to a halt. Smart guy, he knows by now that you want to leave early every time for a reason he ignores, and by asking this, he knows that you'll have to answer, one way or the other. Either way he'll get something he wants: a flirty answer or the truth. He still leaves the choice up to you, not forcing you to tell him exactly why you're always in a rush but hoping you would tell him anyway.

He's looking at you with a flirty gaze to hide his curiosity.

You're not really sure you want to talk about your ex who ruined your life right now and at the same time you don't want him to think there is actually something to worry about, given your sudden concern.

Your face softens a little, you prefer a million times more to flirt with him than to talk about Ray. So you take the opportunity to flirt back and avoid spilling the real reason.

"You'd like that, huh?" you reply quickly as you cross your arms over your chest.

"I'd start to think you have a crush on me."

You feel your cheeks blush and you can't help it, you just hope he doesn't decide to tease you further for this. It's like he's trying to pull out at least one truth from you, given the fact that you refuse to speak about the real reason behind your hurry, it's like he's trying to get you to at least admit you're attracted to him.

You decide to bypass his last remark, not wanting to give a clear answer to that so you opt for something else, "I-I forgot to book an uber earlier and I'd rather take a shower while I wait for it to arrive."

Which is basically true, despite you've omitted the part that includes your fear of encountering your crazy ex.

Jungkook smiles gently at you, you can see on his face that he really loves teasing you and seeing you so bothered because of it.

Maybe you just gave away one truth anyway by stuttering like that.

"I can take you home after I tidy up, if you don't mind being a little late."

You ponder for a brief moment but you don't really have to make a decision. You would answer him right away with enthusiasm, but it would be too obvious.

Is there any possibility you would refuse? Of course not. You wouldn't have to wait outside and to be honest, getting the chance to spend some more time with him, you don't mind at all.

"Who's the one making excuses to be alone with me now, huh?"

Your cheeks are still burning but you reply confidently as you smirk at him, proud of your flirty retort. You'd be lying if you said you don't like flirting back like this. Your confidence wins over your shyness most of the time. If only your cheeks would collaborate more.

Jungkook catches your gaze for a second, one of his eyebrows shoots up in surprise, as he smiles back "What if that were the case?”

“I'd start to think you have a crush on me, Jeon Jungkook.”

"You'd like that, huh?"

His voice is soft and you match his tone when you cunningly say,

"And what if that were the case?"

You look into each other's eyes as you try to hold back your laughter, dying inside as the flutter in your stomach intensifies. You're sure you can toast some bread on your cheeks by now.

Jungkook's flirting became more and more intense with time and so is your attraction toward him, your way of playing the game became more and more explicit. You love this, even though he can be a little annoying at times and he makes you blush incessantly, this thing that you two share always brings a smile to your face.

He pushes his tongue inside his cheek in amusement, a distinctive trait of his when you find a nice retort to his flirty banter. It's clear that he loves seeing you all flustered but apparently he gains even more satisfaction by this confident side of you.

Everyone left except you and him. As you shower, you feel the weight on your chest slowly lifting at the idea of not having to wait outside alone at this hour. It reassures you knowing that Jungkook himself will take you home, it makes you feel excited and nervous at the same time.

When you finish and you're happily clean and dry, you return to the main room of the gym. You notice that it is now mostly rearranged and that the place almost seems bigger like this. The faint smell of flowers stronger than before. 

You find Jungkook busy with reorganizing the dumbbells rack and when you approach him, you tell him that you can continue fixing the place so he can have the opportunity to take a shower. He accepts, thanking you and then heading towards the men's changing rooms as he assures you that he won't take long.

You finished tidying up the gym, finding the time to water the flowers and plants before checking the time. It's already past 11pm.

You had never stayed till gym closing and you didn't think Jungkook had to stay so late every night to clean up the entire place by himself.

When he's back, he's wearing black fitted motorcycle pants, you notice the padding at each knee and you gladly take in the sight of his muscled thighs, perfectly wrapped by the fabric.

His baggy sweatshirt deceives from the real size of his shoulders and pecs but you think this style suits him, the fact that you saw him shirtless multiple times and that you know what his muscles look like underneath his sweatshirt, makes a shiver run down your spine.

He thanks you for the help and tells you to wait for him at the emergency exit on the other side of the gym as he needs to shut down the lights before you can leave.You comply, taking your bag on your shoulder and reaching the exit that gives to the back of the building.

When he arrives you notice that he is carrying a backpack and that he's holding a black helmet with red and white details that you cannot define.

Fuck, you'll get on a motorcycle for the first time and it's gonna be with him. The mere realization makes you a little nervous.

He smiles at you spontaneously before you walk out together and he shuts the door behind him.

The back of the gym is dimly lit but you can take a glimpse at the red fairing of a motorcycle, parked a few meters away from you. The light from the street lamp gives it a nice glow and for some reason you can't stop looking at it. It's different from Tae's and you reckon he's right by saying that every motorcycle reflects its rider a little.

Tae's is a beautiful midnight blue, with an almost elegant shape for a sports motorcycle, while this is a vibrant red, with black, white and golden details. The shape of the two front headlights seems to look at you with challenge, somehow it's similar to its owner's defiant gaze. You think it suits Jungkook's vibe perfectly.

“How fast is this beauty?” you ask curiously as you stop near it.

"It depends. On the track very, very fast, on the road the speed limits."

Jungkook places his backpack on the saddle, and you watch him take out a jacket and a pair of gloves.

“I bet that's what you tell the cops.” you snort.

"Yes, officer." 

“Do I look like a cop to you?” you giggle at the thought. You look at him as he quickly replies with his usual smirk on his lips “Oh I would love to get handcuffed by you, in that case.”

Jungkook locks eyes with you as his grin widens into a smug one. You blush and you thank the heavens that he can't see your burning cheeks due to the low light.

You bite your lip briefly to hold back a smile. "Too bad I'm just a tattoo artist then." 

Your voice is soft and it's clear that you would love it too. You would enjoy your ways with him, spread on your bed, hands immobilized over his head as you do everything you imagined and fantasized to do to him over the weeks, just to hear him groan in satisfaction.

His face shifts to a little more serious one, his smug smile is still there but in his eyes you glimpse that veil of sadness that often comes to visit him.

You would like to ask him something, anything that could make you understand even remotely what is tormenting him, but you never find the courage to go beyond this exchange of glances, it's as if you both know that there is something that torments you respectively, but it's like you want to respect each other's silence at the same time.

It's some sort of silent pact that has been casually created over time: You know there's something, I know there's something, none of us will go beyond this.

Even if sometimes you both gave the chance to speak up, neither of you forced the other, and it's ok like this.

Before your eyes can even mirror his fragile gaze, Jungkook hands you his jacket.

"Is it your first time on a motorcycle?"

You grab the clothing piece and nod, inspecting it quickly. You notice that it matches the pants he is wearing perfectly: black leather with red and white inserts and as you touch it you can feel the padding positioned in the weakest points of the torso and arms.

"Put it on, I won't speed but better safe than sorry."

By the time you wear it and zip it up, Jungkook is already on his motorcycle. The jacket is a little too big for you but it smells so much like him that it almost feels like he's hugging you tightly. 

What a sweet poison to your brain. Feels like it can be addicting and that's dangerous.

You let the sensation seep through your body for a moment before you notice that Jungkook is watching you with attentive eyes and an indecipherable expression.

He immediately looks away to grab his helmet, which also matches his gear and motorcycle. Then he hands it to you, gesturing to you to put that on too.

The lingering scent of his jacket has been enough to make your heart beat faster, but when you push the helmet on your head, the added scent of his shampoo fills your nostrils and you feel totally overwhelmed by your sensations. 

You feel him everywhere and he's not even touching you.

The roar of the engine surprises you, bringing you back to planet earth. Now that you notice, Jungkook is adjusting his motorcycle gloves and although it's a completely innocent motion, your senses are too affected right now to find it a normal gesture. 

Where's the news though? You've now resigned to the idea that he is able to make anything he does sexy and attractive to your eyes, like that time your gaze shifted to him while he was talking to some members of the gym and he absentmindedly caressed his sore abs. A very normal gesture, but you are so attracted to him that even such a harmless movement had an effect on you, just like now, as he fixes his gloves on his motorcycle.

"Where am I taking you?" Jungkook places the phone on the specific support on the handlebars, and then presses your address on the screen after explaining to him which area of the city you live in.

Jungkook holds out a hand to you, gesturing with the other towards the footrest on the sides of the bike.

"When you're ready, put your left foot on that and bring your right leg over the saddle, unfortunately it's not very comfortable but for such a short ride it should be fine."

You follow his instructions, placing your hand on his to give you support as you sit behind him.

This is where the closeness starts to make you feel warm, but you're determined to blame the padded jacket for most of it. His firm back against your chest can't cause you such warmth, right?

"Aren't you going to be cold?" You ask, feeling a little guilty at the idea to make him drive in just his sweatshirt.

"Don't worry about it," Jungkook shakes his head and then puts his hands on the tank in front of him "Put your hands here for support or wrap your arms around my belly if you need." Explaining that when accelerating you might lose your balance.

You would've said something about his suggestion to put your arms around his body, but you sense that he's serious right now and you don't want to tease him. He wants to make sure everything goes well and that you're comfortable during the ride. You smile at the way he's trying to make your first experience as enjoyable as possible, even while remaining without his gear in the process.

“Okay, I'm ready.” you finally say as you position your hands on the tank as per his instructions.

Jungkook nods, he turns towards you after looking at you from the side mirror and with one hand, he manages to close the visor that you had forgotten open.

You thank him by shouting into the helmet to make sure he can hear you and the muffled tone of your voice makes him chuckle.

Jungkook takes off the side stand when he feels the weight of your body resting on his back and your hands are firmly leaning on the tank in front of him, then he speeds up to leave the parking lot and the roar of the engine runs through your body.

You never thought you'd get on a motorcycle, since Tae offered you a ride a couple of times and you never felt entirely comfortable at the idea of riding in this position with him. Not that it necessarily implies anything intimate or inappropriate. You trust Tae, but you kinda feel a strange connection to Jungkook right now. Maybe it's the vicinity mixed with wearing his gear that makes you feel somewhat closer to him in a deeper sense, it's a strange feeling added to the utter attraction you already feel for him. Riding with Tae would surely be something completely normal between friends, but you're glad you never accepted before, because now you get to enjoy your first ride with Jungkook.

The road is mostly empty and you appreciate the sound of the engine breaking the quietness. Jungkook is keeping his word by driving at a slow but steady pace, the wind ruffles his hair a little and you look at him from the side mirror. You notice that from time to time his eyes also stealthily search your reflected figure. You're glad you have the visor hiding your gaze, so you can check him out as much as you like without him noticing and taking the chance to tease you about it.

Your eyes wander a little further down, lingering on his muscular thighs hugging firmly both sides of the motorcycle. You find yourself fantasizing about him once again but the train of dirty thoughts is brutally interrupted when with a slight braking, your body is unexpectedly pushed forward. Your chest is suddenly pressing a little harder onto his back and a small bump between your helmet and his head is inevitable.

"Oh fuck-sorry!" you shout in displeasure and Jungkook bursts out laughing as he turns to the left before he glances at you from the side mirror briefly.

“It's nothing." He reassures you with a smile and then his focus is on the road again as he plays with his piercing mindlessly.

You're really enjoying your first ride on a motorcycle, something else is now overlying the slight discomfort caused by the saddle. 

The realization that you're living this moment, riding his motorcycle together, on a street lit by colorful street lights flashing on your bodies as the wind caresses your figures. There is something extremely pleasing about all this, something that you have never experienced before.

You recognize your neighborhood as you approach your apartment complex and you feel a little sad, knowing that the ride is almost coming to an end.

Jungkook reaches the outdoor parking lot of a bunch of buildings and follows your directions when you point at the right apartment complex.

He stops at an empty spot near the entrance of the building and he turns off the engine.

When he turns to you, he offers you a hand to help you get down but you turn away, pretending not to see. Jungkook laughs at your futile attempt to stay in the saddle a little longer.

“Isn't it uncomfortable?”

You look at him, tilting your head slightly and opening the visor of the helmet.

"Just a little, but I loved it anyway!"

He can see your eyes only and they are glowing right now with content. The same glint he had at the beginning, when he first discovered this passion of his, when everything felt so new to him, when everything was still… normal. 

He tries to push aside the impending sadness that threatens to take over his features, you're so cheerful right now and Jungkook couldn't be happier to be sharing with you your first experience, the least he can do is to not ruin it.

He has the sweetest smile right now, one that reaches the depths of his eyes. Witnessing him like this, disheveled, with cheeks and nose reddened from the cold and a smile brighter than the sun, you understand that these "things" you're feeling for him, are dangerous. You're sure the "things" were limited to a simple physical attraction, but the more you spend time with him and the deeper you get to know him, the more a feeling that scares you creeps up on you, one that explains in an appalling way the meaning of the flutter you feel in your stomach every once in a while when you're with him.

You wish you were able to navigate these waters like anyone else would, with a little shyness perhaps, but with a great desire to discover where such a beautiful feeling that once made you feel so alive, might lead in the future.

You realize Ray has really taken away all your enthusiasm for anything beyond physical attraction. And he comes in your mind too often for your liking.

Better shove this sensation back where it came from. Feelings and deep trust for someone always lead to a bruised heart at the end, and an aftermath you wish you could recover faster from.

You decide it's better for you to preserve what you've achieved till now, it's easier to manage the lust that spreads through your body when you see him, you don't need that little seed to bloom in your heart, you won't allow its prettiness to break you apart and all you needed to realize this, are these beautiful doe eyes that are watching you right now through the side mirror.

You look away with a little effort, deciding that it's better to get off of the motorcycle now. You put your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself on the footrest, pushing a little of your weight on them to bring your right leg over the motorcycle and onto the ground.

You feel a tingly sensation all over your legs but it's nothing uncomfortable.

You take off the jacket and when he grabs it up to put it on, the fabric fits his body perfectly and you can't help but look at the way it seems to flatter his broad shoulders even more.

Jungkook hums in satisfaction as he allows the jacket to warm his body and he smiles when you reluctantly remove the helmet.

Your slightly ruffled hair slides over your shoulders and the padding marks of the helmet plows your cheeks. He keeps looking at you, as if he wants to tell you something but he immediately thinks better of it apparently, as he says nothing.

“Thanks for the ride, it was really cool.” you say when you hand him his helmet.

"No problem, glad you enjoyed it."

When he puts it on, you take a moment to take in the sight of his figure in his motorcycling gear. Jungkook has a gorgeous body, there's no doubt about that, he's hot in his gym clothing but he's even hotter on his motorcycle. You realize that you haven't been particularly discreet checking him out, especially when he looks at you through his helmet, you know very well that he is smirking all satisfied, you can see it in his eyes.

"Be careful on your way home."

It's what you say, it comes out all of a sudden as Jungkook restarts the engine and removes the side stand.

"I'll definitely be more careful now that no one's going to bump into my head whenever I brake."

There it is,you should've expected it.

You sigh in defeat as a smile forms on your lips anyway, the usual Jungkook, always up to tease you. 

"It happened just one time!"

When you lock eyes with him again, Jungkook winks at you, “See you at the gym.”

You nod waving at him as you watch him lower the visor and leave the parking lot, not wasting the opportunity to rev his engine before he sprints away.

You just rode a motorcycle with Jungkook. The bright smile on your face is one that hasn't been seen in far too long.

You wouldn't dare say it but you definitely feel far more serene in your life, there is only this little seed that's bothering you, but you tell yourself it can die easily if you don't nourish it, just like when you don't water your plants. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

Your ex has taken your smile away for too long and you almost feel the unconscious need to immediately put aside any positive and genuine emotion, afraid that it will be brutally taken away from you by an unexpected visit from him. At least like this, it's you who decided to put it willingly away.

That's how much Ray's behavior actually affected you.

As you walk towards the entrance, clutching the bag on your shoulder, you think that at least this once, you want to enjoy this little achievement. You can see from the elevator mirror that the girl in the reflection deserves to enjoy this smile for a little longer.

Within the four walls of your apartment, Ray wont be able to wipe it away and the one that often creeps in your mind is already fading away as you think back at the time spent with Jungkook tonight.

With this thought, you get yourself ready to sleep and as you fall into your bed, letting your soft bed sheets wrap around you, you're still sporting one genuine smile.

You almost feel like a teenager experiencing things for the first time. You feel like this after Ray and his hell, every positive emotion feels so new and strong, to the point that you're able to sleep like a child until the next morning.

December 1st, Friday

It was enough for you to mention Jungkook and Motorcycle in the same sentence to turn Hani into a brakeless question machine.

You're in the middle of a tattoo, while your client and Hani are listening to you intently as you talk about yesterday's evening.

They both chuckle when your storytelling digress into an accurate description of the motorcycle gear on Jungkook's body. Hani is so hyped by the whole thing that it's impossible not to smile at her silliness.

She told you several times in the past few months that the gym was doing wonders to you, but that she knew it had something to do with this guy as well. 

You know each other since you were children, she can read you like an open book and even if it may be bothersome sometimes, this skill of hers helped you multiple times in the past.

"And here I thought he was cold as ice!" Hani begins "He always seemed so impassive when we happened to bump into each other at Tae's."

If you stop to think for a moment, he often assumes expressions that don't match at all with the description you gave just now. Last night's Jungkook was an extremely thoughtful and attentive guy, but you know that he often gets lost in his things and thoughts and takes on an almost intimidating appearance when this happens.

You don't know how to explain this duality that characterizes him, sometimes it doesn't take much to make him go back to the Jungkook who laughs and jokes with everyone, other times he is too immersed in something that's able to cast a shadow in his gaze. Maybe that's what Hani has seen and you can't help but wonder if the bright side you're used to, it's actually the rarer or maybe selective one of him.

"Sometimes maybe? But it was kind of him to bring me home, he gave me his gear to make sure I was comfortable."

You admit as you continue to poke your client's skin with a subtle smile on your lips.

"He gave you his gear?" Hani asks in surprise as she is busy taking care of something around the shop. Even your client reacted to that, muffling a sound that resembled one of approval.

You nod, because you know she is staring at you right now. You already know what's about to happen. You focus on the tattoo, avoiding to meet her scanning eyes, she has an overly broad smile right now, even if you can't see it you know it's there. 

Since you started telling her about your experiences at the gym, Hani teased you about your visible attraction for him. This last tell tell of last evening with him only increased her beliefs, obviously. Your hopes that she won't ask you the fateful question are promptly destroyed when, knowing your best friend far too well, it was bound to be asked sooner or later. 

"You really like him, huh? And now it's obvious that he likes you back!"

You knew it, it was predictable.

You sigh, “I don't want relationships.” You respond resolutely, still avoiding her gaze.

"You avoided the question, typical."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes you did! You could have said no, but instead you immediately clarified that YoU DoNt WaNt ReLaTiOnShIpS and I didn't even speak about relationships!"

She mocks you amused, you can hear it in her voice as you roll your eyes in annoyance.

You know you have some sort of a crush on Jungkook even if you don't want to admit it openly. He became a good friend and yes, you would definitely have sex with him right now if you could, but one thing you're most certain of is that you won't let this little something of a deeper feeling grow further. So yeah, you don't want relationships, but you do like him.

"He's hot as fuck, alright? That's all, we're friends and that's enough."

You meet her gaze to try to convince her you're not omitting anything important with this statement. Hani knows you too well though, your behavior in the past few months gave her answers anyway. She's willing to let you believe your response was convincing enough as she smirks at you and you focus your attention once again on the skin of your client, who's meanwhile listening with patience.

"A friend you'd gladly fuck though, am I right?"

You think you could strike her dead with just a look right now. 

She's right, but she doesn't need to know it. 

As you're about to find an excuse to change the subject, you hear the jiggle of the bell at the entrance.

An immense sense of release takes over you, saved by a bell. Hani chuckles as she leaves the room to reach the door. You hear Taehyung's voice behind you and you thank the heavens for the coincidence. As you keep chit chatting with your client, you continue the job on her skin, pushing aside the conversation with your friend.

Shortly after finishing the tattoo, you take care of the area with the usual cream, giving some advice on tattoo treatment and any precautions while you accompany your client to the counter to pay.

When you look at the clock, it's almost time to close, the customer leaves the shop after saying her goodbyes and you join your friends on the sofa of the little lounge area by the entrance, after locking the door and lowering the curtain over it.

“Damn I'm exhausted.” You let out, enjoying the feeling of the soft pillows against your back.

Tae and Hani watch you from where they're seated in front of you and you hear them giggling.

You lift your head in confusion as you look at them with a frown.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing, I was thinking that next friday there'll be a pre-race weekend party." Tae begins, he has a particularly cheeky smile that almost irritates you, deep down you imagine why they're giggling and looking at you like this, but you don't dare to investigate.

"And?" you sound a little exasperated but whatever, today was somewhat challenging and you wish you could go home to rest.

“And I think you should come.” Taehyung concludes as he brings his arms behind his head, making himself comfortable against the sofa.

"Why should I?"

"Are you serious Y/N? Don't make me state the obvious."

Tae knows something, clearly.

You feel rage entering your features when you shift your eyes on Hani. You look at her reproachfully, now you will also have to endure Tae's teasing about last night.

"Don't look at me like that, I know what you're thinking! I didn't say a single word about last night!" She raises her hands in surrender, claiming innocence as Tae bursts out laughing at the two of you.

You're confused, but only briefly. Surprise takes over as you hear his following words.

“Jungkook told me about it.”

"So what?" You prop yourself up on your elbows, explaining that there's no harm in accepting a ride home from a friend.

"You never accepted a ride from me though!"

That's a disgusting smile, right on his face. 

He caught you red handed and he knows it. You're not sure how to respond to that, it's true but you don't want to explain your reasons.

“It was an emergency!” you opt for a semi-truth, hoping they will drop the topic soon.

"Sure, sure. But don't change the subject."

You roll your eyes, sighing heavily as you let your weight sink on the pillows, wishing they could swallow you whole to make you escape from this conversation.

Hani put a hand on Tae's arm as if she wants to stop him from teasing you more. At least for this time, you're glad she is able to read you like an open book. The exasperation must be visible on your face by now.

"You always told me you didn't want to come to these parties because you felt uncomfortable third wheeling, but now you know Jungkook! He'll be there too, we can have some fun all together!" Hani interjects with a calm and gentle tone, she knows it could do you some good, just like joining the gym helped you regain some confidence in yourself.

"And we can introduce you to Hobi too!" Tae adds, that shit eating grin still plastered on his face when he looks at you.

You sigh once again, tired of this whole situation and from the fatigue of the day.

They invited you several times to previous parties, but knowing only them you've always declined. Since you started dating Ray, you've been going to parties less and less and after everything that's happened, being around people you don't know makes you feel a little anxious, so you stopped attending parties a while ago.

You always preferred evenings spent at your usual bar, just the three of you or just you and Hani when Tae is busy.

It's been your comfort zone ever since you broke up with Ray and you never felt the need to change this.

Once again though, your ex comes back in your mind, momentarily outclassing the progress you've made thus far like a haunting ghost.

You really want to overcome all these blocks that he has caused you and just like going to the gym, going back to attend parties and meeting new people can only help you get out of your current comfort zone and get back to the outgoing Y/N you once were before your ex. 

It's another little step to prove yourself you can heal completely, you just need some time and the right spur.

"Ok-ok fine,"

You get up abruptly off the sofa knowing that if you keep brooding you might change your mind and you don't want to give your friends other opportunities to annoy you.

"I'll come."

Hani sings a self made victory fanfara, as she usually does when she gets something she wants.

You can't help but roll your eyes at her silly reactions and you notice that Tae is particularly happy too.

They know the hell you've been living in for the past year, they may be teasing you incessantly, but you know they mean no harm, ever, they just want you to enjoy your life, to be happy again.

When you get home, you think back at Tae's expression when he told you that Jungkook told him he gave you a ride home the night before, you don't want to be delusional but you had the impression that Tae teased Jungkook as well about this, he seemed far too amused about the whole thing.

In any case, you will go to this party and it is another step forward for you, you have every intention of having fun carefree, for too long you have felt like a victim of wills that are not yours, and it is time for you to take control of the situation and do what your own instinct tells you, without external influences.

Afterall, no one ever wants to leave their safe bubble, but no changes will occur if you don't try to get out of it. 

Another step out of your comfort zone, another step toward who you used to be.

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[penny-the-pissed-poltergeist]

RWBY volume 2 finale rewatch thoughts, Critical AKA RWDE content ahead.

.Jaune has good taste in very dumb dubstep, I'll give him that

.NPR: RWBY are good at their jobs, what's the worst that coul-"Air raid sirens" OH GOD DAMNIT

.Ren being concerned about his team abandoning a village is foreshadowing for his and Nora's backstories I didn't expect to find here

.Ruby is "useless without her weapon" but she uses kicks rather effectively, also nice Haloid/Matrix reference

.Weiss makes a sword out of Dust before she even gets the knight summon, tell me why they needed to throw those bootleg shin-megami-tensei demons on her moveset at all?

.Jaune wins by the swordplay equivalent to spamming the A button

.Oh god the Junior detectives bit. You are in the middle of a war zone this isn't funny and kills the tone. At least we aren't at the point where Sun is nothing but unfunny jokes but this is the start of that.

.Ruby Saluting the Atlus military and then said Military being just as useful against Grimm feel so antithetical to what a lot of An//ti-Rwdes keep spewing

.Cinder why are in your Villain dress? Also Emerald ass shot no one needed.

.Why does Emerald just a have a better version of Ren's weapon?

.UGHHH team CFVY are overrated as fuck, they basically steal the finale from the characters we actually give a shit about, their theme song while not being bad is just a audio embodyment of trying to hard, and they are built up like such a big deal only to job to the villains, have Velvet get her one cool scene later, and then never be relevant again for like 7+ years outside of books I've heard nothing but bad things about.

.The aura expansion/explosion thing Fox does is cool though, at least. Wait Ren also did a move like that once, why doesn't anyone ever use that move again?

.That is giant ass Beowolf holy shit. also you can really tell a 2010's gamer bro wrote that clothing store line.

."You spent all semester building that up" Coco people are in danger, let her fight you fashion fascist...

.Yeah if you didn't already know, Coco is based on the IRL fashion designer Coco Channel who turned out to be a Nazi, like Nazi party Nazi not neo nazi shit, this was that long ago. I want to give them the benefit of the doubt but this was not common info at the time but you could find it and RT was known to be very edgy and outright offensive (just look up some shit they were saying on internet box) and the leader of a team made up mostly of minorities being lead by a Nazi sounds like a joke they might make, and Coco has some WWII influences in her design, and her being confirmed as lesbian later sounds like it could be a play on the "nazis are secretly gay" thing and... Just please tell me this was unintentional, I don't want to think about this anymore.

.Coco also destroys any hope the Grimm being a threat have, why do they become like.. rubble?

.You can really tell the animation was either running out of budget or was rushed or both in this episode

."Yay we all did it, even though team CVFY did 90% of the work"

.How is there still 7 minutes of episode left?

.Blake says multiple people are behind bars so I am going to believe most of those WF members didn't die, Banesaw lives godamnit

.Zwei mimicking Yang is really cute

."We have no idea what happening, let's go take a nap"

.They try to paint the council as unreasonable for putting Ironwood the charge but he just helped the Kingdom defend itself and we all know how much negativity sports can cause, IRL sports riots are a thing.

.Council are not in the wrong at all for questioning Ozpin, bro is letting the leader of another kingdom in on the truth but not his own,

.Those cells look really cramped, that's a little messed up

.Roman's dialog is fucking gold, I don't much else to say about it

.How is today a success Cinder? Your plan went off early and was stopped

.ADAM... yeah that's it

.Ah the Raven scene, the one that retconed into a fucking dream because no one had any idea what Monty was trying to do with Raven and he died before anyone could learn, it's just fucking sad

[lilyisprtty]

׺°”˜𝓘 𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓗𝓞𝓔!`”°º×

​🇸​​🇾​​🇵​​🇳​​🇴​​🇸​​🇮​​🇸​⦂ fwb with choso but he's falling in looooveee with you hehaheahehadh

​🇼​​🇦​​🇷​​🇳​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​​🇸​⦂ very possessive sort of toxic behaviour, teasy touchies!!!, implied seggs, cursing and yelling, fluff, toxic!choso, semi-mean!choso, sad ending, mentions of y/n.

♡. based on I LOVE YOU HOE by odetari and 9lives.

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Your little situation with choso has been going on for over 8 months now, it's always been you two, there'd be an occasional date with someone else but it'd always be replaced by one of you guys. So for 8 months straight, Choso was your only source of love. And still is.

Currently in a semi-crowded bar with him, sitting on the stools that are placed right in front of the bar while he sat next to you, ordering your usuals and watch it lower onto the lengthy table in front of you.

"So, what're you thinking about?"

Choso asks with genuine curiosity, tilting his head as he watches your features.

"You."

You hum teasingly, watching him tilt his head up and smirk, he knows your tricks. At least he thinks he does.

"That's cute. Now what are you actually thinking about?"

He deadpans, not really up for your teasing and playful manner. So you answer,

"Well, you. You've been like the only person I've been seeing. Like I don't remember the last time I've seen my family or my friends or-"

"Are you complaining?"

Choso cuts you off, raising an eyebrow as the shot glass in his hand twirls around in his grasp. Playing with it.

"No! No. Just weird s'all."

You assure, index finger tracing the top of your glass.

"That's good that you're not complaining. Dunno what I'd do if you were."

He mumbles, tracing you with his eyes, head to toe. Your outfit hugging your curves nicely.

"Out of interest, what would you do if I started seeing someone else. Like the way I see you?"

You question, looking up at him, your lips left at an 'o' shape from your last word. You watch as his eye slightly twitches, clearing his throat as he places his shot glass down and adjusting his clothes.

"Bullshit. Ain't nobody taking you away from me baby. I promise you that."

He grumbles roughly with furrowed eyebrows, his vocabulary become broken and not as proper as he normally is, making you only grin and bite your lip slightly, nodding as you take in his reaction.

"Ain't nobody in here that can say I did you wrong. Nobody's gonna put up with your shit the way I've done. It's safe to say that you wont be able to find someone to satisfy you as well as I can."

He says sternly, grabbing your cheeks and squishing them together making you pout abnormally,

"Nobody's comin' in here to save ya Y/n, I did enough."

Letting go after you nod frantically, watching him refrain from holding eye contact with you. Causing you to huff and cross your legs, taking sips from your drink.

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Placed on Choso's lap on his bed, both of you fighting for power in this kiss your in. Heads moving back and fourth in attempt to gain more strength as your hands scratch his scalp, his messy buns coming more undone by the minute. His hands moving around your lower back and waist, almost like hes desperately searching for something.

Breaking the kiss just to see how your boy looks, watching his eyes get all doe in a pleading way to know why you put an end to his pleasure, hands pausing at your lower back. His lips flushed with your cherry red lipstick, his cheeks red and his hair messy, it only makes you smile and giggle and get all giddy.

"God baby, you look so pretty!"

You almost squeal, cupping his cheeks in your hands as he searches your eyes for an answer to your sudden outburst.

"M'come on, why'd you stop?"

He whines, the 5'11, voice deeper then the pacific ocean, muscley man is whining beneath you.

"Can we take a picture hun? You just look so nice, wanna savour it."

You beg, leaning over to your nightstand to grab your phone already.

"S'not like I have a choice."

Choso grunts as he rests his head onto the headboard as you go on your camera app, flipping your phone so its a landscape photo.

As you place a hand on his lower jaw to press his face against yours, you smile,

"Say cheeese!"

You grin as the camera flashes and you flip your phone back to its original position and look at the photo, admiring choso's bliss out soft smile.

"Lookie."

You mutter, showing him the photo.

"It's only you I look good with, no-one look good w'me but you baby."

He praises, kissing your cheek as you admire the photo on your screen.

Sitting with Choso on your couch as you watch an animal documentary, your full attention is on this documentary, blanket covering your legs, and a long sleeve soft shirt keeping you warm.

Choso can't help but lose interest after the 10th minute, fiddling on his phone a bit before looking at you. So immersed in an animals life. Lips slightly parted and head slightly tilted to the side in interest, eyes all big and doe watching every movement. He can't help but smile, taking in everything about you. As you slowly turn around to meet his gaze you smile back.

"Everything okay?"

You question.

"Yeah, just got me smilin' a little."

He responds, looking back at the phone on his lap. Simultaneously, he realises what he just said, what he just did. Smiling at you, but not because he thought of something obscene from an earlier night, or you said something funny, but for no reason. You weren't doing anything, just becoming immersed in a documentary, and he smiled. He knows your pretty but he never used to focus on your beauty. Unless you were underneath him, undressed and blissed out. Nevertheless, you aren't, you're fully clothed, as well as you having no skin revealed. A long sleeve shirt, legs covered with a blanket, fluffy socks on your feet. Fuck.

He gives you another look, this time, it was panicked, eyes slightly wide, as he looks back on his phone screen, he can only mumble,

"Don't wanna fall in."

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Choso in the mornings is the most stunning sight. Especially after a rowdy night, and right now you were experiencing one of these mornings. Your eyes have fluttered open and you've gained a sense of your surroundings already, so currently, you're just staring at choso's shirtless and pantless figure, just in his briefs, doing attempting to do his hair. He's been trying to do his hair for 20 minutes now, groaning and undoing them because they just weren't right. He turns around in hopes you're awake, and you know this because he had a tired yet eager look on his face.

"Hey beautiful."

Choso utters faintly, a soft smile on his face.

You hum in response, stretching all your limbs forward like a cat.

"Wanna help your boy with his pretty hair?"

He teases, using your own words for his hair.

As you nod with a smile on your face, still mid stretch, you exhale, slowly getting up standing behind him as he was using your vanity, his whole body not being able to fit on the chair but he makes it work.

You take a hold of the hair bands he passes to you. You sigh as you notice one of his errors.

"Choso you forget to brush you hair. Your hair won't look good with any style if you don't brush your hair."

You point out, taking out your brush from one of the drawers in the vanity, putting choso's hair in a make shift ponytail to brush it out as carefully as you can.

"My hair looks awful when I brush it, so flat."

He states, looking at you through the mirror to see if you have a solution for that.

"Well don't brush it down, if you want volume brush the inside of your hair."

You resolve, showing him the method you're using to volumize his hair before putting the brush down and making the first pigtail. Choso only hums, playing with his calloused fingers as you make the other pigtail. At the time that you finished up his hair, finishing pulling out stray hairs and giving it that false messy look, you meet his eyes through the vanity.

"Can you do my eyeshadow too?"

He questions politely, having no embarrassment of admitting he uses eye shadow, just like you taught him. As you nod yes, walking over to the front of the chair he's sat on, placing yourself on his lap as he pulls out the equipment he needed from behind you.

As you colour the white eyeshadow brush purple, you brush it upon the space all around choso's closed eyes, putting a few coats on, holding his face still by his jaw, choso's hands resting on your ankles beside his thighs. (bad time to mention his thighs are bigger then your head)

You clear your throat as you use another brush to pain this one red, putting a red coat over the purple, as you let out a satisfied "hm", he opens his eyes, meeting you towering above him due to yourself lifting off his lap subconsciously to get a better angle.

"All finished."

You settle back on his lap as his eyes follow you down. Choso plants a kiss on your forehead.

"Only you can do this stuff for me. You do it best."

He declares lovingly, touching foreheads with you.

"M'yeah I know."

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It's been a year since those memories. A year of no Choso. You see him at parties every now and then. Lingering stares for the whole event leading you to think you'll at least end up in his bed after, or in his car, or just a word exchanged.

Never.

It never happened.

It felt like every time you saw him, the more memories you forgot. You'd try to remember, try to remember the times where it felt like you guys were the only two people in the world. Yet every time you see him, your brain tenses in order to find a blissful memory with him in it, in attempt to reassure yourself that he's a good person, he loved you, but there's nothing there anymore. Not even a bad memory.

You meet his eyes across the room, both of you standing still, facing each other, yet so far away. As people walk past you guys, your eyes never falter, glued to his. You wanted to scream, scream for him to touch you again, to smile at you and tell you that you're the only one. You wanted to wail at him, wail at him to follow you, to say that forbidden four letter word that he stuttered out during sex. All these thoughts running through your head, to hear his laugh again, to go up to him, to just step closer, all these thoughts running through your head, and he sighs, you can't hear it over the booming music but he makes that face he does when he sighs, the scrunched closed eyes, his lips parting and his eyebrows furrowed, and he walks away. Into the crowd and nowhere to be seen. You watch as a part of your life, your heart and your soul, fades away and disappears into the unknown and the only thing you can do is witness it, and feeling the same gut-wrenching feeling you did when he wasn't in your bed when you woke up, when he blocked you on everything, and when you wake up. Every. Morning. To not do his hair, or his eye makeup or just lay with him. To live out your days rejecting people's advances, just in case he slithers into your life again, or in case his notification appears on your screen again, or he shows up at your door.

Anything, a one night stand, a coffee, borrowing something, anything, any interaction with him would feel like heaven. Photos popping up in your '1 year ago today', only to see that photo of you and Choso right after a make out session. The one you needed to take so you can look back at how amazing he looked. His soft smile and softer eyes look at yours through the screen. The only reassurance you'll get of his presence. The only memory you can see with your own naked eyes and give a smile that hurts to form. God you might as well frame it and put it on your wall.

You thought, you made him smile.

"Just got me smilin', thats all."

You heard him mumble that day. Heard him mumble that he doesn't want to fall in. Fall in love of course. Or just fall into you. Actually accept you. You ignored it so hard, banished it from your memory entirely, made sure that you never thought about it, he didn't mean it. He just didn't.

Currently, walking a route you walked with Choso everyday, morning walks and all, only to see him coming your way, head buried in his phone. Your dreading the moment he picks his head up to see you. His head still buried in his phone as he walks past, you stop him.

"Choso." You say, loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough that he knows you're grieving the loss of him in your life.

"Hi."

He says, without an expression on his face, almost like he was stopped by someone he never knew.

It takes you seconds to figure out what to say. You clear your throat.

"Are you doing okay?"

He gets that eye twitch again.

"Yes."

You nod slowly, looking down.

"Don't be a stranger."

You finale it, resuming your walk. Having to find the strength to not kiss him, or hug him, or yell at him, or cry. Having to find the strength to walk away from the man who fulfilled you for half your life. Should you look back?

You look back.

He's just walking.

You look forward again, forcing yourself to walk away from the man you thought was the one for you.

​🇦​/​🇳​⦂ JUST TO CLARIFY HE BROKE UP WITH YOU BECAUSE HE WAS FALLING LOVE AND GOT SCARE LMAO, but yeah this was gut wrenching to write holy fuck