#a little piece of home that can come with me wherever I go

[thelittlespanielthatcould]

he's the best little travel buddy in the whole wide world

[aardelea]

How They Would Comfort You After a Long Day

Hi everyone!

I wrote this little headcanon to brainstorm some new scenarios for fanfics, and I thought you all might enjoy it too! It’s all about how each of the ghouls would react when you come home after a long, exhausting day—and the unique ways they’d comfort and soothe you.

Jin

You wouldn’t even need to tell him that you’re overworked. He’d notice right away.

He sits down at his piano and gently pats the seat beside him, inviting you to sit next to him.

While you rest your head on his shoulder, he plays a few soothing melodies just for you.

Afterward, he takes your hand and leads you to the couch, where you rest your head on his chest as he holds you close, stroking your hair while you both simply lie there, enjoying the quiet.

Tohma

Tohma is a keen observer, so naturally, he doesn’t miss the fact that you barely made it through the long day.

He pours you a nice aromatic tea and waits for you to drink it and absorb its comforting warmth before asking if you’d like to talk about your day.

If you’re the type who prefers to vent, he’ll listen patiently without making a single comment. At the end, he’ll ask if you want an honest piece of advice (which can be brutally honest) or if you’re just looking for comfort.

In the latter case, or if you choose not to talk about your day, he’ll simply offer to let you sit on his lap. He’ll hold you and let you bury your face in his shoulder for as long as you need.

Luca

Luca will want to know every single detail of your day so he can fully understand what’s going on with you.

But if you’re not in the mood to talk, he’ll understand and won’t pressure you.

He’ll offer to take you to the training grounds with him to meditate together and release the stress.

His entire focus for the rest of the day will be on you. Whatever you ask of him, he’ll do it.

Kaito

Kaito will initially panic when he sees you’re stressed and ask if he’s done something wrong or upset you.

After you (even more tired than before) assure him that he (so far) isn’t the reason for your stress, he’ll become the brightest star in the sky, making it his personal mission to make the rest of your day as pleasant as possible.

He’ll offer to bake something for you. If you enjoy it too, he’ll love sharing the kitchen with you.

Whatever you wish is his command. He’s ready for any mischief and always has a contagious smile on his face.

He’ll spend the entire evening thinking of how he can make your next day sweeter too.

Alan

Alan is a bit awkward in situations like these and simply says he’s sorry you had a tough day.

He’ll suggest taking a little drive with him to clear your mind. He’ll drive you to the harbor, where you’ll have a wonderful view of the Rainbow Bridge. You rest your head on his shoulder and just enjoy the view.

A walk through the woods is also a great way to forget the stress. Don’t worry about the dark; he’ll protect you.

Sho

Sho will ask what’s wrong when he sees you so lost at the end of the day. He’ll tell you not to take everything to heart and to relax more.

You might initially feel like Sho doesn’t understand your feelings, but trust me, he does. Seeing you so upset hurts him deeply.

The kitchen is his familiar ground. He’ll make you anything your heart desires.

Once he’s sure all your basic needs are met, he’ll offer to take you and Bonnie wherever you want to go.

Leo

You're making a big deal out of a tough day? Ugh, how annoying.

He doesn’t even want to know what’s wrong unless it involves gossip. You shouldn’t take everything to heart; otherwise, you won’t get far in life.

But fine, if you insist: sit down next to him. He’ll put an arm around your shoulder and pull you close. Have you heard the latest gossip?

He’ll pet your head while showing you the latest TikTok trends. Leo’s real intention, of course, is to distract you with trivial stuff. Nothing shuts down the brain better, and he knows it.

At some point, you’ll end up on his lap, where you’ll fall asleep peacefully. Anyone who dares make a sound near you will face his wrath.

Haru

Haru is often overworked himself, so he quickly recognizes that you’re not feeling well.

Once he’s finished with his tasks for the day, he’ll devote all his attention to you and only you.

Expect a candlelit bath with the most pleasant scents.

While you bathe, he’ll prepare something for you to eat. It won’t be a feast, but he’ll make the best of whatever’s in the fridge and pantry.

He’ll listen to everything you have to say during the meal. But after the bath, you’ll probably already feel much better. Haru will find many comforting words for you.

You’ll end the evening together on the couch, where you’ll lie in his arms and start planning your next getaway for when you finally have some free time.

Towa

Towa doesn’t really get why someone could be so down over something as trivial as daily stress, but he absolutely hates seeing you so sad.

He’ll take you outside if you’re not already there, lay down with you on the grass, and stargaze together.

He’ll hold you tight and won’t even think about letting go.

Towa will ask if a particular person is responsible for your tough day. Why? You wonder. They might have a stormy day tomorrow.

While lying there, he’ll give you a gentle kiss on the forehead, pull you even closer, and suggest staying together until sunrise. Tomorrow, he could show you the most beautiful spots on campus. Forget about work. Just relax.

Ren

Ren might seem a bit annoyed when he asks about your day, but he’ll patiently listen to whatever you want to share.

Since he doesn’t have much experience with comforting people, he’ll suggest you both retreat to his room to watch your favorite movie. Voluntarily watching anything other than a B-movie? Absolutely. After all, this is about you. If you still suggest a bad horror movie, you’ll hardly miss his relief.

He’ll get all the snacks and drinks ready. He’ll fend off any potential disturbances. You don’t have to worry about anything.

Cuddling together in bed, you won’t miss how much more caring he is than usual as he does his best to be the most comfortable pillow you’ve ever experienced.

Romeo

As if his own day hadn’t been stressful enough, now he has to take care of his girlfriend’s well-being too? But fine, what’s up?

Despite his initial annoyance, he quickly pulls himself together because, as we all know, constant stress is really bad for the skin.

He listens calmly to what you have to say and occasionally offers genuinely helpful advice on how to handle similar problems in the future.

As you sit on his oversized couch, you’ll plop onto his lap and let him stroke your hair.

Shortly afterward, he’ll ask you to sit up. He’ll grab his tablet from the table without leaving your side and show you an absurdly expensive shopping website full of designer clothes. Pick something out. He’ll get it for you. Isn’t shopping always incredibly relaxing? That dress would look absolutely stunning on you (whether you want it or not, it’ll soon be in your possession).

Taiga

Phew.

His reaction will largely depend on which Taiga you’re facing.

Possibility 1 – The Calm Taiga: You’ll probably find him in his room. Even if he sighs in annoyance at first, he’ll pull you onto the bed, hold you, listen to your worries, and tell you that all these problems are completely insignificant. Just relax a bit and lie down with him. He’ll surprisingly gently stroke your back while holding you in his arms.

Possibility 2 – The Irritable Taiga: Even if he recognizes you as his girlfriend during this phase, he won’t react positively to you. Regardless of your mood, if you don’t want your problems to multiply, you should make a quick exit.

Possibility 3 – The Crazy Taiga: Stress? What for? Whatever, play with him a bit! Wander through the casino, sit on his lap, and be his beloved good luck charm, accompany him on his rounds to intimidate people. The night is yours, and your problems are in the past. At least your old ones, because after tonight, you’ll surely have new ones.

Ritsu

If you’re this stressed, you probably didn’t manage your time well and ended up working inefficiently. Ritsu will sit down with you to go through every second of your day, looking for ways to optimize it.

Someone gave you trouble? Don’t worry. Ritsu will dig up something about that person that’ll make them quiet down quickly. However, he’ll never tell you about it. Just trust that he only has your best interests at heart.

He doesn’t want you staying up late, so he responsibly takes you back to the cathedral on time.

If you ask him to, he’ll (though very reluctantly) stay with you until you fall asleep.

Haku

The best remedy for stress is long, leisurely walks. That’s why Haku wastes no time and takes you outside.

He’ll patiently listen to whatever you have to say without interrupting you. Every now and then, he’ll make sympathetic comments.

Only when you’ve finished speaking will he wrap you in his arms, give you a gentle kiss, and tell you that you’re handling everything wonderfully and that he’s proud of you. You’ll get through this, he assures you.

However, be prepared for him to start teasing you again on the way back to your dorm once he notices you’re feeling better. Get ready to fire back.

Subaru

Subaru is also one of those who immediately notice your emotions.

He prepares a wonderful tea for you and serves the best sweets he can quickly find. Of course, he apologizes for not having anything better at the moment (he’s already making a mental note to always keep something on hand for emergencies like this).

You won’t find a more patient and understanding listener. At the end of your story, he’ll lean in and gently stroke your hand if you allow it.

He offers to take you home and keep you company for as long as you like.

Zenji

Zenji is absolutely outraged that anyone could put so many obstacles in the path of such an angelic being as you.

He listens intently to every word you say, and it’s clear he’s emotionally invested in every detail. It’s incredibly easy and oddly satisfying to get worked up with Zenji about certain events and people.

But there’s no dwelling on negativity for long. He immediately starts listing all the positive things that await you in the near future, things you must not let negative emotions overshadow. Life is simply too short for that.

He’ll encourage you to get creative with him. Why not turn the day’s events into an exciting story, a poem, or even a song? His Biwa is at your disposal.

Rui

Rui invites you to his bar, closes it off to everyone else for the night, and treats you to as many cocktails as you like while patiently listening to whatever you want to share.

He’ll join you in venting about certain people’s behavior or how certain events unfolded. There’s no better partner in gossip.

Although he can’t offer physical comfort, since you both agreed to be in a relationship despite your circumstances, he gave you a cute teddy bear to hug whenever you feel the need. Beneath the shameless womanizer lies a cheesy romantic.

Every time you cuddle that teddy bear, his heart practically bursts with joy, sorrow, and longing.

He’ll gladly tuck you into bed, and as always, you’re free to sleep in the guest room or his room. He’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.

Ed

Even though Ed is usually the one complaining about something, he’s just as good a listener when it comes to your problems.

He invites you into bed, where he’ll stroke your head while you bury your face in his chest.

He’ll patiently listen to your story and occasionally marvel at the seemingly trivial things that bother humans.

If you don’t doze off in his arms, he’ll show you interesting YouTube videos he watched during the day. You might have to stop him from making some questionable purchases.

Lyca

Lyca tries his best to be empathetic, but he doesn’t really understand most of your problems. Why not just speak your mind? Or simply don’t do things you don't want to do?

By the end of the conversation, Lyca himself is so frustrated that you have to talk him out of accompanying you to work the next day. That can only end badly.

Poor Lyca doesn’t have much experience with humans, let alone women. So, he directly asks what he can do to make you feel better.

Whatever it is, he’ll do it. The more exotic the request, the more reluctant he might be, but he doesn’t want to lose you. So, he’ll do his best. That has to be enough.

Yuri

If you’re bold enough to bring your trivial problems to the great Mr. Isami, then you’d better have some real issues that only he can solve.

Since he’s very busy, he’ll ask you to keep him company in the lab. If that doesn’t appeal to you, he’ll begrudgingly take time and meet you in the visitor area upstairs. His expression will clearly show that he’s not thrilled.

Nonetheless, he’ll listen to your problems without complaint. If it involves people he doesn’t like, he’ll happily join you in venting.

But you’ve already stolen enough of his time. Come here, get your hug, and then back to work.

As he watches you leave through the door, he’ll watch you until you’re out of sight. His heart longs for your presence, but there’s still a curse to break. He won’t let anything happen to you.

Jiro

Jiro isn’t familiar with the concept of stress. You’ll have to explain to him exactly what’s going on, or he won’t notice or understand your feelings and behavior.

He’ll listen to everything you tell him and dryly offer suggestions for how you can handle these situations better in the future. They may or may not be helpful.

If you don’t want to hear his logic, you’ll need to tell him directly and explain how you want him to react instead.

Whatever you tell him, he’ll implement it without fuss. Want to cuddle in bed with him? He’ll pick you up and carry you across the campus to your room. Want to go out with him? He’ll take off his lab coat, hold your hand, and march with you to the restaurant of your choice.

He doesn’t understand what it is that makes him feel this way, but he’d do anything to see a smile on your face.

[fictionismyreality3]

Can we have a smut of stalker Jason with somnophilia and crazy to eat pussy? Plsss

I mean, Jason is a natural fucking pussy eater.

AND I'M HAPPY TO HAVE PLACED YOUR FIRST RESQUET!!

Can I be the 💦 anon? To u know that is me

Too Much to Take (18+)

Jason Todd x Reader

Tags: Smut, stalker!jason todd, possessive!jason todd

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, somnophilia, stalking, dubcon, guns, drugs, little to no aftercare.

Notes: hi babes!! I’m so so sorry this took so long, a bear ate my phone. My beautiful 💦 your request is much appreciated. I know it’s unrealistic that the reader never wakes up but I have nevER EVER BEEN HAPPIER.

The cool, night breeze of Bludhaven blew the white chiffon curtains your mother had gotten you in the wind. Across from your bed sat a gorgeous, kingly armchair where you loved to sit and read. Your apartment was carefully decorated by your artful hands, each piece put perfectly in its place. When you got home everyday, you knew you would be returning to a safe, cozy home full of memories and comfort items. Everything was just how it should be.

That’s why the man standing in your apartment was so out of place.

You were asleep, of course. Knocked out after a long day running errands. Your bed had welcomed you warmly, and you couldn’t resist cracking open your window just a little bit, wanting to savour the start of spring.

You knew the automatic danger that came with living in Bludhaven, but you’d saved up enough to move to a nicer area, and your apartment was on the 8th floor of your building. Surely, nobody would bother risking the fall.

Surely.

It had been three days since Jason had first saw you. Three days too long since he’d seen you in person. He’d watched you nearly every minute of the last 72 hours, consuming every ounce of information he could find about you and your life.

His shift watching over Bludhaven ended tomorrow, when Dick would be returning from wherever he went. So, he only had around a day left of viable excuse to be near you. After that, finding a reason to be in Bludhaven even longer would be his main priority. It was clear that he’d already be wherever you were. The thought of not being able to reach you was enough to shatter what little was left of his soul.

No, no, there was no going back now.

And so, Jason found himself perched on the rooftop across from your building, the endless Bludhaven rain pelting across his broad shoulders.

He spent the first few moments watching you carry out your night routine. It was all things many people in Bludhaven overlooked, or dropped as soon as their lives were overtaken by the chaos in the city. Somehow, you’d managed to maintain a semblance of a normal life even while being surrounded by shootings and drug runs.

He stayed still, hovering over your apartment like a cloud of death, his gaze never breaking to stray to anything else but you. He watched you make dinner, he watched you tidy up, he watched you get ready for bed. All of it was as fascinating to him as everything he’d seen when he researched your background.

All the little habits you did. The way you fiddled with the timer on the stove while you waited for the food, the way you danced to your music while you did dishes, the way you preferred an endless heap of pillows on your bed. Every little quirk he watched served to drill your presence deeper into his being. You were exactly what he needed.

So pure.

Innocent enough to leave your bedroom window open in the middle of a crime surge in the only city worse than Gotham.

It gave Jason the perfect opportunity to watch you sleep, and the perfect opportunity to survey your apartment for places to set up cameras. He’d need to make sure that he had every inch of the place covered so he could watch you at all times. The last thing Jason wanted was for some criminal or other creep to breathe the same air as you.

Oh, how cute.

He looked on as you settled into bed, reaching over to your nightstand to pat the head of a tiny giraffe plushy, as if it would stand guard and protect you from all the dangers in the world. You didn’t need a stupid plushie. You had him now.

But what if you needed him and he wasn’t there? What if you left your window open every night and someone with worse intentions was there to take advantage of it? He needed to be there to protect you, to keep away all the dangers and make sure you lived like a princess. It could happen tonight if Jason wasn’t careful. He couldn’t have that.

Wind blew the curtains in your window aside, as if the world was parting the barriers that lay between you. He was just going to make sure that nobody who was less well meaning than him would take a chance to hurt you.

With the speed of years and years of training, Jason hopped from rooftop to rooftop, as quiet as a panther stalking its prey. But Jason wasn’t stalking you. No, he was helping you, making sure you were safe.

Landing on your fire escape balcony without a sound, Jason stood motionless as he peered into your bedroom, his eyes locked on your sleeping form.

You were like an angel in his eyes. Something clean and untouched. Something that he could have all to himself now that he’d found you. Jason wasn’t worried about tainting you with his red-stained hands, no, you were saving him. You had saved him.

He took the time to study your bedroom, burning each item of decor into his mind. There were so many perfect spots to put cameras, and of course, he’d brought some with him just in case. They were small, tech he had ‘borrowed’ from Bruce’s generous stockpile in the safe house he was staying at.

He could have them placed and synced back up with his computer in less than five minutes. It would be so easy he wouldn’t even wake you.

And Jason didn’t want to wake you. It wasn’t just the fact that he felt you looked so peaceful sleeping, something he would hate to disturb, it was that he wasn’t ready.

If you knew who he was, how could he guarantee your safety? Not to mention the fact that you might even try to run from him.

Like hell.

So, Jason found himself pushing the window you’d cracked open further, till he could just slip inside. Landing on the balls of his feet as he’d been trained to do a hundred times before, his presence was barely audible.

Just being in the same room as you felt like he was drunk and more alert than ever all at once. In the back of his mind, a sour voice told him to stop, to let this be the farthest he went and leave before things got out of hand. God forbid Bruce found out. But he pushed those thoughts away as quickly as they came.

Taking his time, he walked slowly around your bedroom, his eyes soaking in everything that was just you. It was impossible to resist purusing your things as he came to your dresser. Trailing his fingers across all the little decorations you had, he closed his eyes, imagining he was touching your skin instead.

He couldn’t resist opening the drawers, and nearly sank to his knees when he saw that the first one he opened was full of your panties and bras. His mask suddenly felt constricting, and he immediately noticed his breaths pick up.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out in a sharp breath, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Looking back over at you sleeping in the bed, it was like he had the devil on both shoulders. Without thinking long enough to regret it, he reached for the prettiest pair, pocketing it so quickly it may as well had never been there.

Jason let out a heavy sigh, but continued placing cameras in places nobody but him would think to check. He’d have to come back later to do the rest of the apartment.

After just watching you sleep for what felt like far too little time, Jason finally willed himself to turn and leave. Every fibre of his being was screaming in protest. The thought of getting to be this close to you, only to have it ripped away, was almost too much to bear. Still, he made his way back to your window. That’s when he heard it.

The sound of rustling sheets filled Jason’s expertly trained ears and his gaze snapped to the noise instantly as he froze in place, halfway out your window.

Dear god.

Where you had been snuggled cutely in your blankets, you had kicked them off to leave your lower half exposed.

Your gorgeous legs lay splayed across your bed, long and elegant. All of his senses were dialled in on the singular sight of you. His cock thrummed with heat almost instantly, his pants stretched out by his girth as his gazed strayed further.

You were wearing a pair of flimsy sleep shorts and a shirt that was far too big for you and he’d be damned if he said it wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

With an amount of restraint he didn’t think he possessed, Jason bit his tongue, practically salivating at the sight of you. He rested his head against the window frame, halfway out of your apartment, halfway towards making a very bad decision.

He should leave. He should leave and never come back and leave you alone and stop. But he couldn’t.

Fuck it.

Refusing to spend any more time not having you, Jason pulled himself back through your window, prowling towards your bed.

He just stood there for a while like he had already, staring at the delicious curve of your ass and feeling his cock harden in his pants. If he was already going to hell for this then he would take his time savouring his sins.

But he could only hold himself back for so long.

With a quiet groan, Jason crept nearer to your side, pulling away the rest of the blankets as carefully as he could. It wasn’t that important for him to see all of you just yet. Not only was his mind only focused on one thing, but he knew he had all the time in the world to study every part of you. You were his after all.

Now that your lower half was exposed to the cool spring air, there was only one barrier keeping Jason from taking what was holding his entire soul. He prayed you were a heavy sleeper, and lowered himself to his stomach on the bed. Propped up on his elbows, there were only a few inches separating him from the only thing he wanted.

Thank god for sleep shorts.

In the back of his mind, he was already adding buying you something less revealing to his list of things to do, not wanting anyone to see you but him. But that could wait.

Taking off his mask and placing it on the floor beside your bed, he bit his tongue and gently hooked his fingers underneath your sleep shorts, pulling them to the side. All at once the breath left his lungs and he felt like his world was being tipped upside down. You didn’t wear any panties to bed.

Jason had to close his eyes for a moment in order to control his urge to wake you up and ravish you. When he opened them again, they flickered green and he zeroed in on what was making his mouth water.

Your pretty little pussy.

It was a miracle he’d gotten this far to be honest, but you didn’t seem to stir for anything. Thanking whatever force was allowing him this one pleasure, he moved closer to you and began taking what he wanted so desperately.

The moment his mouth met your pussy he nearly came in his pants.

Stopping for a second, he waited for any sign you were awake, his heart pounding in his ears. But you were still silent. Jason took this as his go ahead, but he had no intentions of stopping anyway.

He peppered kisses along your pussy, drunk on the softness of your skin and the taste of you on his lips. Everything in him was bursting with thrill, and he could barely stop himself from rutting against your bed to get some much needed friction. He wasn’t in his mind anymore, the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet was your sweet little cunt.

You began to breathe a little heavier in your sleep, your soft breathing quickly getting deeper. But Jason didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

Not when you tasted so divine, not when your skin felt like heaven on his tounge. He moved to your clit now, his whole face practically pressed into your pussy. If he was gonna go out between your legs, it was a death he would gladly take.

He sucked on your clit, alternating between swirling his tounge around it in tight little circles and sloppily eating you out. It was getting harder and harder for Jason to control the level of noise he was making. His groans and low, rumbling growls began to fill the room. It was just you. Only you in his mind, his heart, and his soul.

Oh, fuck.

You were making these cute little noises now. Little breathy whimpers and whines were leaving your lips. With each sound that reached his ears, he felt a bit more of his control slipping.

He hadn’t even noticed he was fucking you with two fingers until you began to squirm. All at once he halted all his movement, waiting for his fun to end, but your eyes never opened. This would all just be a really good dream for you. He almost chuckled at the idea.

Certain you’d stay asleep, he buried his face in your pussy, eating you like a man starved. His fingers pumped in and out of your now slick cunt, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted your sweetness on his tongue.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

He needed to make you cum. He needed to be the one, the only one, bringing you pleasure. He wanted to feel your cum running down his face. He wanted to taste you on his tongue three days from now.

There was no point trying to contain himself anymore. He’d already jumped off the edge a long time ago. Jason pumped a third finger into you, allowing himself to grind his raging cock against your bed. The noises you were making were getting louder, and you were beginning to writhe in your sheets every time he slammed his fingers into you. He knew he’d have to be quick, but honestly, he didn’t know how much more he could take.

Taking your clit in between his teeth, he grazed the sensitive skin just enough to have you even wetter for him. Jason was desperate. All his cares, all his worries had been replace by an unending, carnal urge for you.

Only you.

He pumped his fingers faster, driving them in and out while he ate you like a man possessed. Then, he got to experience what was easily the best thing that ever happened to him.

Without warning, your needy whimpers turned into one long, high pitched whine, and your sweetness burst into Jason’s mouth. He felt like he died all over again, cumming in his pants as he groaned into your pussy, shuddering. Never once did his fingers stop, only slowing to allow himself to lap up all of your juices.

The world was quiet for a moment as he stayed hooked on your cunt, his eyes closed in bliss.

But he couldn’t stay forever.

With an insane amount of difficulty, Jason placed one more kiss on your clit, and pulled your shorts back in place. His own underwear would be ruined, and he would definitely have to wash his pants, but he couldn't have given less of a shit.

Once he was sure you’d stay asleep, he moved off the bed, coming to stand beside your now flushed face. Jason didn’t know what was worse, having to leave after tasting the best thing ever, or the fact that you’d only remember this as a dream.

Not wanting to think about anything but how full his heart felt, he leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to your cheek.

“Sweet dreams, baby. You’re mine.” He whispered softly, as if you could hear him, and brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear.

Taking one last glance at your pretty face, he turned and crept his way out of your apartment, leaving the way he came, through the window.

He made sure to close it.

It was clear to Jason that he should be feeling shame, remorse or disgust with himself for what he just did, but the only thing on his mind was how he wanted you awake for next time. And there would be a next time.

When you awoke that morning, and the haze of sleep cleared from your mind, your focus instantly went to the wetness between your thighs. You blushed as vague memories of a rather nice dream sprung to the forefront of your thoughts.

Shaking your head, you crawled out of bed, yawning, when your eyes caught on a slightly confusing sight.

“Didn’t I leave that open?”

[junplusone]

pieces of heaven ; kwon soonyoung

summary: soonyoung may be chaos personified himself, but he finds a little piece of comfort in the haven that turns out to be the cozy bookstore you work at.

pairing: kwon soonyoung x gn!reader

contains: comedy (i tried), tiger agenda, swearing, dk's allergies, booseoksoon as roomies shenanigans, reader and seungkwan are masters students, seungkwan being a key player, wonu cameo, CAT !!!

word count: 4.87k

a/n: here's a wholesome little piece before i go back to college ; also let it be known i know nothing about bookstores or being a masters student so let me know if i got anything wrong!

tags: @mochacoda @imujings (lmk if u want to be added to permanent taglist!)

Kwon Soonyoung, for all of his chaos and his tendency to skew the average decibel reading higher wherever he is, can be shockingly bashful at times.

Which is why when he follows Seungkwan into a rickety old building, and his eyes fall on you, all he does is silently appreciate how cute you look, with the glasses perched on your nose and the stack of books you’re holding as you converse with his friend. Seungkwan is only here to drop off some notes — he has a class with you, he mentioned — but he gets roped into an in depth conversation about some dude named Daws-toe-yef-ski.

Whatever, Soonyoung thinks. He’s not much of a reader, and hasn’t been for years.

Once you’ve safely put the notebook away, you glance over at him curiously. 

“Anything for your friend?” you ask politely.

Friend? Oh, that’s me, Soonyoung realizes, but Seungkwan butts in before he can utter a single word.

“No way! I don’t even think he’s picked up a book since high school,” he jokes, eliciting a pretty laugh out of you. “You would never catch him dead in here unless I dragged him. I think he’s allergic to words.”

“Oh, dear,” you say, very amused.

Seungkwan should be awarded a trophy for being the Worst Wingman Ever (On Accident), Soonyoung thinks, now that you’ve possibly branded him as an illiterate idiot in your mind. 

“Your friend probably thinks I’m stupid,” he whines as he follows Seungkwan out onto the street. “Why’d you have to do me like that?”

“Did I lie?”

“...No. But still!”

“Don’t sweat it, dude. Why are you so stressed? You’re probably never gonna see them again.” 

But Seungkwan is quite smart, especially when it comes to his friends, so his head snaps back up to gawk at Soonyoung in surprise.

“You want to see them again,” he says slowly.

“Hopefully. Ideally.”

“This is either going to go really well, or it’ll end up being the worst fumble of your life.”

“I should have just stayed home with Seokmin,” Soonyoung says accusingly. “At least he has some level of faith in me.”

Seungkwan just sighs, pushing his glasses up with all the exhaustion a twenty-four year old could possibly muster.

“I suppose you can tag along next time,” he decides graciously. “Although I have no idea when ‘next time’ would even be, but —”

“Really? You’re the best,” Soonyoung beams. “I’ll do all the dishes for the next month, I swear.”

Seungkwan just smiles, internally grateful for the reprieve from spending so much time in the kitchen. Seokmin, for one, can’t go a day without accidentally breaking a glass or plate, so this is the next best option. 

“Alright,” he says gleefully. “Suit yourself.”

The next time Soonyoung sees you, it’s purely by accident.

It’s a small restaurant in the neighborhood, one especially beloved by Seungkwan for its kalguksu, so he and Seokmin accompany him for lunch. Neither of them have much going on, anyways, and they haven’t been able to have a meal together for quite a while.

But when he holds the door open for the person behind him, it doesn’t really hit him at first that it’s you. Not until he hears you, at least, saying hello to the owner in that clear voice that he recognizes instantly.

Yet again, Seungkwan beats him to it, calling your name out excitedly. “What are you doing here?”

“Just getting some food before my next shift.” You look a little tired, even as you greet them all cordially. “Are these your roommates?”

“Right, this is Seokmin,” he points out, “and this is Soonyoung. You met him a few days ago at the store, remember?”

“I do remember,” you say with a faint smile. “The one who’s ‘allergic to reading’.”

Seokmin disguises the laugh that escapes him as a snort, and then a coughing fit. Soonyoung wants to strangle Seungkwan then and there, lunch be damned.

“Nice to see you again,” he manages instead, face heating up in embarrassment. You look so good under the lighting that he can’t even maintain eye contact, and your gentle gaze isn’t really helping either.

“You should come sit with us,” Seungkwan offers, “I promise we’re better company than eating alone.”

“I also promise Soonie won’t say anything stupid,” Seokmin cuts in.

“I’m going to kill you both later,” Soonyoung mutters under his breath.

The friendly fire doesn’t seem to deter you at all; you accept the offer gladly and end up right across the table from him. At first, you don’t really say much — he knows, the three of them on their own are loud enough as is — but he senses you coming out of your shell a little bit more the longer the meal goes.

“Oh, by the way,” Seokmin starts, reaching for his water. “You go to school with Seungkwan, right?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I think the first time we met was in a marketing management class last year.”

“I’m so sorry for you.”

Seungkwan frowns at him. “Are you even my friend or not?”

“To be honest, I didn’t really speak to him that much,” you clarify. “It was a huge class. But we did our final presentation in the same group.”

“Are you also in school for an MBA?” Seokmin asks curiously.

“Yes, but I’m focusing more on business economics and public policy,” you explain. “While Seungkwan is on more of a finance track.”

Soonyoung doesn’t say anything at all. He’s a little starstruck, and he just can’t help but hang onto your every word. You are so well-spoken, so smart; he barely even knows you, but he’s so proud of the things he’s learning that you’ve accomplished in life.

And then, in the middle of a story Seokmin is telling from when they were in college together, you check the time.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I really do have to go,” you apologize genuinely. “My shift starts soon, and I don’t want to be late.”

“Don’t be sorry! This was really nice,” Seungkwan says, also rising. “We should get together more often, since we’re in the same neighborhood a lot. Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“For sure.” You smile at them warmly, and Soonyoung feels his heart skip a beat. “And feel free to drop by the store anytime, guys. You’re always welcome.”

All of you say your goodbyes at the door, and now he’s wishing he said something, anything earlier, because he’s not sure when he’s going to have the time to see you again. His unnatural silence definitely hasn’t gone unnoticed by his friends, and as always, they don’t cease their pestering until he spits it out.

“Did something happen?” Seokmin asks, genuinely concerned. “You promised you wouldn’t be mad if I told them about when you were drunk and actually thought you were a tiger!”

“No, no, it’s not that.”

“Kwannie, I think we broke him.”

“We didn’t break him,” Seungkwan corrects with a sly smile. “Someone else did.”

“Huh? Oh,” Seokmin’s mouth actually forms a capital O, his eyes going comically wide. “Oh, my god.”

“Okay, I know this is news to you, but I didn’t think it was that shocking,” Soonyoung grumbles.

“It’s just the first time in a while that you’ve been interested in somebody. Like, we all kind of assumed you weren’t trying to look for anything for a few years.” 

Soonyoung knows the answer to that was just that there was never enough time — between graduating, the job hunt, and now trying to achieve a sane level of work-life balance, it was hard to make time, and he hadn’t quite met the right person.

But you pique his curiosity, and he wants to get to know you more. Slowly, but surely. Baby steps. 

“Boo Seungkwan,” he says finally, voice determined, “you’re gonna have to wingman so hard your wings fall off!”

“… That one didn’t work at all.”

“Yep, sounded much better in my head.”

Days where you end up by yourself at work are your least favorite. It gets lonely in the small building, just you and the books lined up on shelves. Between assignments and the occasional customer, you do love to peruse the stories on the walls, but even that gets old sometimes. 

You love talking to people. You love telling them stories, giving the recommendations when they ask, you love interacting with those who just drop by out of curiosity —

The little bell rings, and you turn eagerly to the door before stopping short with surprise. It’s Seungkwan’s friend, from the day he lent you his econ notes. 

Right, you recall. Soonyoung.

“Hi,” he says nervously. He’s got a backpack slung over his shoulders, and he’s wearing a button down shirt with slacks, employee ID still around his neck. “Sorry, you must be wondering why someone like me is here.”

“No! Not at all,” you rush, closing your textbook. “Come in, please. I haven’t really had company all evening.”

Soonyoung smiles, understanding. “Slow day so far?”

“Yeah.”

He approaches your table carefully so he doesn’t knock over any of the stacks, setting his backpack on one of the stools. You emerge from behind your table, brushing some dust off of your jeans.

“Were you looking for something in particular?”

“Not really,” he says sheepishly, dark hair falling over his forehead. “I was kind of hoping you could, um, help me find something I’d enjoy reading.”

“Trying to get back into it?” you dare to tease, just slightly. You’re not sure if you’ve crossed a line, especially with someone you’ve only met twice, but Soonyoung just laughs with you, eyes forming happy crescents.

“I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have something to do after work to rewind,” he explains. 

“Right, it is nice to relax. Well, unless you’ve picked up a thriller or something like that.” You beckon for him to follow you, and he does. It’s kind of cute, the way he stares at the tall shelves in awe. “What kinds of things do you like to watch? You know — shows, movies, stuff like that.”

“I’m not much of a thriller guy,” he admits, rolling his sleeves up amidst the cozy heat of the store. “I like when the main characters get their happy ending, it’s so wholesome.”

You throw an amused smile over your shoulder. “A hopeless romantic?”

“I can’t help it, okay? I love love!”

“Nothing wrong with that,” you remark, compartmentalizing how adorable you think he is and putting it away in some corner of your brain. Never mind that. You finally find the shelf you were looking for, and pull out the book you had in mind. “I think you should give this a try, for starters, and depending on how you like it, we can go from there.”

Soonyoung glances at the title, flipping the book to read the back cover. “Pride and Prejudice?”

“A classic,” you tell him, tapping the cover. “Perfect for a romantic like you. It’s quite comedic, too, if you really understand Austen’s sense of humor.”

“Austen?”

“The author. One of my favorites,” you muse. “You’ll understand, when you read it. She has a very interesting way of narrating things.”

He nods, listening to your every word. “I guess I’ll find out for myself soon enough.”

The bell rings again, faintly, before you can say anything else. Soonyoung just looks at you with those expressive eyes, waiting.

“I should probably go help,” you say, a bit awkwardly.

“Yeah, you should,” he agrees.

“Well, if you want to take it home, I’ll be at the counter,” you inform him, “but if you want to read for a bit, there’s a couple of bean bags at the back. We close at seven-thirty.”

“Okay,” he says simply, fingers tracing the title on the cover. He looks very intrigued, and you smile to yourself. This is what you love about working here.

It takes you a little longer than expected at the counter; you wish Wonwoo was here, at the rate customers start filing in one after another. However, you know he’s taken the day off to study for a major exam, so you handle the steady flow alone.

By the time you’ve sent them all on their way, it’s nearly seven o’clock, and it’s now completely dark outside. Rearranging your things on the small table, you decide to head to the back and check on Soonyoung, since you haven’t seen him in a minute.

“Soonyoung?” you call, making your way through the shelves, and dodging the occasional book on the floor. No answer. Huh. Your brows furrow — has he fallen asleep? — as you turn the last corner.

Soonyoung is not reading; in fact, the book you gave him has been abandoned in favor of the cat on his lap he’s currently showering with attention. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but he’s talking softly to her, and what is most surprising is she’s completely still, curled up on his thighs. In the many months you’ve worked here, you’ve never seen her willing to be in such close proximity with someone before.

“I see you’ve met Koala,” you say gently, crouching down beside them. He looks up at you, and you swear he looks like he’s about to cry.

“Her name is Koala?”

“Yeah.” You point to the gray splotches on her body as she tucks her paws in closer to herself. “I came up with it, and she seemed to like it, so it stuck.”

“That’s the cutest thing ever,” he says, almost tearing up as he reaches to scratch her under her chin. “Does she just come in whenever? Like, is she anyone’s, or?”

You shake your head, stroking her head softly. “Not officially, but she spends most of her time in here, so we leave food and water out for her when we can. She’s good company on days where nobody comes in.”

“She’s so adorable,” he whispers in awe. “I would have adopted a cat a while ago, but Seokmin is very allergic, and we still live together, so…”

You hum in agreement, just watching the two of them coexist peacefully. Koala is fully loafing in his lap, eyes drooping closed and purring ever so softly.

“She likes you,” you observe. Soonyoung just laughs quietly, petting her back gingerly.

“Maybe I just have a way with animals,” he muses. “One time, I was walking back to my car after work and a sparrow just randomly perched on my shoulder. I didn’t even realize until I got in and started hearing chirping. I thought I was going crazy!”

“So Disney prince -esque,” you giggle.

“Ah, you flatter me too much.”

The moment feels like a little bubble, and you are so encased in the warmth of it that you almost forget to check the time. 

“Shit,” you mutter, glancing at your watch and standing back up. “I’m so sorry to cut your time short, but I should probably get to closing up right now.”

“Don’t apologize, I’ve probably overstayed my welcome, anyways,” Soonyoung says, a little abashed. He carefully picks Koala up and plops her down again, and she scampers away the moment her paws hit the floor. “Here, I’ll help you clean up.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” you tell him, heat rising to your cheeks. “There’s not much to do, anyways —”

“I insist,” he says simply, giving you that adorable, contagious smile. It’s hard to say no to a smile like that. “It’s the least I can do after I sat here for an hour playing with your cat instead of actually reading the book you took the time to pick out for me.”

You purse your lips stubbornly. “Fine, but you’re only in charge of the stuff at the counter and nothing else.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

And honestly, time seems to go by a lot faster when it’s not just you cleaning up and preparing for tomorrow. You sweep the floors while Soonyoung re-shelves the books left on the table up front, and you listen to his anecdotes as you get the work done.

He likes talking, and you like listening, you realize. But even more nuanced than that, is the fact that you like listening to him. 

He approaches you again when you’re at the counter going through the signed receipts you told him to leave alone so you could organize them accordingly, book in hand.

“Sorry I didn’t get through much of it today,” he apologizes, passing you the copy of Pride and Prejudice. “But I’d like to take it home to read. I did enjoy the part of it that I got through, so you really hit the nail on the head with that one.”

“Really? That’s good to hear, I’m really glad,” you say, scanning the barcode and logging the ISBN number before you hand it back to him. “This one’s on the house. Think of it as a little gift to start your reading journey.”

“What? No, you don’t need —”

“Soonyoung,” you interrupt gently, “Please. I insist.”

He doesn’t refute that, face morphing into a shy smile as he accepts your gesture. “Thank you.”

At the end of the day, when all is said and done, you slip your books back into your bag, grabbing your jacket off of its hook. Soonyoung just waits patiently as you get ready to lock up, absentmindedly toying with his lanyard as he stands by the door.

“I’m sorry that took a while,” you tell him. It’s nearly half past eight now, and you feel a little guilty for letting him stay. “I know you dropped by after a work day, too, it must have been tiring.”

“Not at all. I had fun, and I’m really glad I got to meet Koala.” His hair is a little tousled now. You find it cute. 

“Still,” you say, “thanks for sticking around until closing. You really didn’t have to.”

He just beams back at you. “I wanted to.”

Those honest words put butterflies in your stomach. You don’t know where to look, so your eyes fall everywhere, anywhere but him.

Quietly, you follow him out the doors, shivering slightly as you turn to lock them. It’s a little windy out, and the breeze sends a chill through your whole body, but Soonyoung seems to exude some type of warmth, the kind that makes you feel at peace and safe.

The two of you follow the same sidewalk for a few minutes, but your street arrives a little faster than you would have liked.

“I live down this way,” you break the calm silence, gesturing vaguely to the road.

“It’s not too far, right? It’s really dark out,” Soonyoung asks, his tone laced with concern.

“It’s not too long of a walk. I’ll be alright.” You pull your jacket tighter around yourself, like a shield from the cold and all of the thoughts you shouldn’t be having for a man you’ve only met a couple of times.

“I’ll see you around,” you add, but it comes out sounding more like a hopeful question.

Soonyoung just smiles. “Yeah,” he says in that honeyed voice of his.

(It sounds more like an answer than anything else.)

“See you around.”

There are a lot of notifications Kwon Soonyoung receives on his phone — the work group chat, his roommates, his family — but his favorite ones are the texts from you.

He loves it when you send him pictures of Koala while he’s at work, or the occasional update on how your assignments are going, but most of all, he loves when you start talking about your favorite stories and how much they mean to you.

Over the past couple weeks, he’s dropped by the store at least a couple of times every week, always making sure to help you close up before leaving. Sometimes you joke that you’ll need to hire him as a part-timer, and honestly, if he wasn’t already employed he doesn’t think he’d mind it. It’s become a safe haven for him; he likes how cozy the atmosphere is in there, and he likes getting to spend time with you.

You are so smart, and you never think any less of him, even when he cringes a little bit after a particularly dumb question leaves his mouth. But you never mind it, always explaining it to him with ease. Always so patient, always willing to hear his silly thoughts out.

Being with you is like being bathed in the first ray of sunlight after winter. He thinks he could relive that feeling forever.

“I think you should just ask them out,” Seungkwan always says. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“They could ghost me forever and never speak to me again?”

“Oh, that’d be bad,” Seungkwan muses, “but I don’t think they’d do that. Honestly, Soonie, they seem as into you as you are into them. I don’t think you have a lot to worry about.”

Soonyoung looks up, in the middle of typing up a response to you, and pauses. 

“I don’t even know if they’re looking for something right now,” he says slowly. “What if they’re not ready for a relationship?”

“How do you know that?” Seungkwan asks, mildly irritated at just how dense his friend is being. “Isn’t that a question you should ask them before you jump to conclusions?”

“Yeah, you are leaping,” Seokmin adds, not looking up from the video game he’s playing. “With a long jump medal on the horizon.”

Soonyoung purses his lips, sinking back into the couch. They’re both right, he knows that, but his current situation is so precarious it feels like a step in any direction will lead to unintentional self sabotage. At the same time, even the slight chance that you’ll look at him the same way makes him want to take the risk.

“Okay,” he mumbles, very aware of Seungkwan’s sharp eyes on him while his own are glued to his phone screen. “We’ll see.”

Except nobody does see, because all the courage in Soonyoung’s body immediately evaporates at the sight of your bright smile, asking if he’s had a good day while Koala tries crawling up your shoulder. How is he supposed to ask you something so important when he can barely manage a hello?

He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to formulate thoughts when you’re looking at him like this. He thinks he could get lost in the warmth of your gaze.

“Soonyoung, are you okay?”

“Huh?” He blinks, brain rebooting. “Sorry, uh — where was I?”

“You were telling me about Seokmin’s dog,” you say patiently, though the amused grin on your face doesn’t go unnoticed. Not by him, and certainly not by Wonwoo, who just barely conceals a laugh at the entire situation.

“Oh, right,” Soonyoung nods, embarrassed. God, get a grip, dude. “Coco. Yes. We all really love Coco.”

Wonwoo doesn’t manage to hide the snort that escapes him this time. You level a glare at him and he quiets down.

“I’m sure you do,” is all you say, and Soonyoung sends a prayer up to whatever higher power exists that you aren’t calling him out on how awkward he’s being right now. He hasn’t really been able to function normally since he walked in, anyways. “Doesn’t Seungkwan’s family have a dog, too? I feel like he mentioned it at some point.”

“Right, yeah, they do.”

You sigh, hands on your hips. “They’ve got a couple of parakeets, right?” you ask, testing him with a lie.

“Mhm.”

“And a horse in their backyard?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

“Soonyoung.”

The sharpness of your voice and the sound of his name jolt him back to his senses. Your expression is firm now, and Wonwoo is nowhere to be seen, leaving the two of you alone under the dim light. He scrambles for something, anything, to say in response.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Is something up?” You frown, folding your arms. “You’ve been weird since you walked in, and you won’t tell me what’s going on either.”

A caption this: of his face right now would read ‘Deer in Headlights’. “What? I’m not being weird!”

“Soon—”

“Go out with me?” 

His mouth immediately drops open at listening to himself blurt out the words he’d been thinking for some time now. He hears a stack of books drop at the back and internally kicks himself, realizing Wonwoo was likely eavesdropping.

“Sorry,” he rushes to say, anxious. “That — Shit, I wasn’t supposed to say that, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Your previously stunned face falls a little bit. “You weren’t?”

“What — you’re not mad?”

“No?” You’re staring at him in disbelief. “Should I be?”

Soonyoung feels a little tug at the bottom of his jeans, followed by a dainty meow, and he reaches down to scoop Koala up and let her get comfortable on his lap.

“I’m glad you’re not,” he says, scratching her chin gently, “but I really thought you would be.” 

“Oh.” You don’t know what to say next, fingers tracing and retracing the embossed letters on one of the hard copies on your desk. “So…”

It’s now or never, Soonyoung thinks, and he’s already gone too far for him to backtrack and choose never.

“I like you,” he starts, a bit awkwardly. Eye contact is suddenly the hardest thing ever. “I know you always feel bad, but I like staying until closing and helping you clean up. I like listening to you talk about books I’ve never heard of before, and I like letting you practice your presentations on me when nobody comes in some days, even if you think they’re really boring.”

“Econ is pretty boring,” you point out, ignoring the heat that creeps up in your cheeks.

“Not if it’s you,” he insists. “I could sit through an entire lecture if you were teaching it, and you know I can’t sit still at all.”

This draws a laugh out of you. “That is true,” you concede.

“You’re so smart, so hardworking,” Soonyoung takes a tentative step towards you, heart absolutely pounding in his ears, “and I’d really like to take you out. A proper date, somewhere nice.” He pauses, clearing his throat. “Only if you want to, of course.”

“If I tell you that I like you back, I think you’ll get even redder, and I don’t know if that’s physically possible,” you tease, before saying gently, “Of course I want to, Soonyoung. A date with you sounds lovely.”

From her cozy spot on his lap, Koala stretches her head up and lets out a loud meow.

“See, she agrees too,” you laugh, reaching over to pat her head. Soonyoung, though, is still stuck in a moment from a couple of seconds ago.

“You like me back?”

“I thought we already established that when I said I wasn’t mad!”

“Just feels kind of unreal now that you’ve said it,” he mumbles in disbelief. “I didn’t anticipate this going so well, honestly, but… I knew I’d regret it forever if I never asked.”

“I’m glad you did, though. I was too scared to say anything,” you admit.

Wonwoo chooses to emerge from the stacks once again, before Soonyoung can say anything. He glances between the two of you, the grin on his face giving his eavesdropping away.

“Am I allowed to say I told you so?” he asks proudly, then, “Okay, okay, please don’t fire me,” as he backs away, wincing at the stern look you give him.

“Do you have to be so harsh on him?”

“We’ll never hear the end of it from him if I’m not,” you say, eyes narrowed. “One time, I almost fell off of one of the stools and he called me vertically challenged for a week.”

Stifling a laugh, Soonyoung points out, “You know Seungkwan won’t let us live this down for ages, right? I think he and Seokmin are tired of hearing me worry about this for the past few weeks.”

“I took care of Wonwoo, so those two are your domain,” you chuckle, “but I have a feeling you’re going to get the short end of the stick with them rather than me.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Dusk falls after your part-timer clocks out for the day, leaving just you and Soonyoung in the store. There’s an unspoken tension in the air, but the good kind, that blankets you like a cloak on a winter’s day. It feels cozy, like it was always meant to be that way. It just feels right.

“Do you want to close up with me?” you ask shyly, watching Koala scurry away. It’s almost time to go home, but you want to end your day with him by your side.

Soonyoung just beams back at you warmly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

And no matter what Seungkwan’s teasing words might be later, this feels like everything he’s wanted. This moment couldn’t be more perfect, he thinks as he gazes out the window. 

The stars shine like well-wishers from the sky, the moon like a blessing, and you are next to him, head just barely leaning on his shoulder. Little pieces of heaven, existing on earth as memories.

Soonyoung’s heart is full, and his hand is in yours. Life is good.

thank u sm for reading! feedback always appreciated :) and, stay tuned for a drabble following this couple coming soon! much love, ashi xx

[silassinclair]

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Reader

CW// Possession, Obsession, Yandere Behavior, Jealousy, Suggestive Content, Gaslighting, Maddox has a housewife fetish (16+)

Masterlist

When Maddox first saw you hiding in your wardrobe after having killed your Father he was shocked to see such a pretty woman inside. He knew your Father had a daughter but he didn't know she'd be a fierce and beautiful young woman.

Maddox knew he had to have you. No way was he going to leave you in this bumfuck town in the middle of no where. You're too valuable.

He ties you up and takes you away from your hometown. You're his now so he's taking you with him wherever he goes. Having a pretty little accessory like you will give him bragging rights after all.

He takes you to saloons while he plays cards with his buddies. Has you sit still and look pretty on his lap while he drinks and plays. His friends say dirty things about you. Commenting on how submissive you are for Maddox. Maddox eats their comments up like a full course meal.

"You boys wish you had this fine piece of ass. But she's mine."

When you're at his temporary house he has you play housewife. You cook his food, clean his laundry, and most importantly you take him like a good girl and let him use you to pleasure himself.

"You like that yeah? You don't? Then shut your pretty little mouth n' take it anyway. Don't make me mad now."

But over the course of a few months and after spending more time with you he sees you less as an object to brag about and more as a companion. He sees you everyday so of course he develops feelings. Feelings he denies of course.

"You think cus' I'm being nice lately you can just skip doin' laundry? Well you've been a good girl this week so I'll let it slide... But you're doin' it tomorrow! No excuses!"

Maddox takes you to the saloon with him again as usual. This time the sexual comments his friends say make him see red. He draws his gun and shoots them all dead where they sit.

"I should have never let em' say that vulgar shit bout' you. Shoulda never let you in that shithole in the first fuckin' place. C'mon, we're goin' home."

Fucks you gently this time and prioritizes your pleasure over his. You're so cute mewling beneath him. Praises you instead of degrades you.

"You can take it princess, c'mon! Don't tell me to slowdown when I can feel how good you feel on me. Yeah that’s it, good girl. Doin’ so good for me… Ya’ feel divine~"

He slowly starts bringing you into town less often. When you ask why you can't come with him he simply says that you're safer at home.

A month goes by and you're tired of being holed up in his house. So you take the risk and leave while he's taking his afternoon nap.

Bad Choice….

"You thought you could leave me?! Baby I love ya', I really do but sometimes you're real fuckin' stupid."

Locks the doors, windows, and always has his eye on you. When he has to go out he keeps you tied to the bed by the ankle.

Every night he holds you close to him. He's a light sleeper, he'll feel if you move and try to escape him. If that happens he'll embrace you in a nearly bone crushing hug.

He’ll wrestle with you if you try and fight him, but he’ll never strike you. He’d never do that after seeing the abuse his Mother endured from her customers at the brothel.

Comes home one day with two golden rings. He wears one and forces the other onto your ring finger. It's a perfect fit.

"You're my wife now and I'm your husband. You'll address me as such, got it?"

No wedding, no priest, no judge, no documentation. He says you're his wife now and that's that.

"There's names engraved inside the rings.? That's just the name of the jeweler I got it from... Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

You two never get to settle down. You hop from one abandoned home to the other. After all he needs to always be on the run from the law. It's a stressful but exhilarating lifestyle. Danger lurks at every corner.

Loves calling you by his last name. Though your last name is still legally L/n; Maddox says that since you’re his wife you have his last name. After all you two are wearing the rings to prove it!

"Thank you for the meal Mrs. Graves, God you're perfect. Where have you been all my life?"

He adores your body. Doesn't matter what body type you have. Chub? He's kneading it with his hands while he praises you like the goddess you are. Insecure about how the outline of your ribcage is visible? He traces his fingers down to your tummy and then goes even lower... He can't keep his hands off.

Favorite thing to do is hug you from behind and just press your backside against him while you do chores. It feels so domestic and it makes him feel like he isn’t a wanted criminal for a moment.

Kisses? He loves to kiss you! His favorite spots are your ankles, tummy, and forehead. And your lips ofc!

Whenever you have to slip your stockings on he swats your hands away and does it. He’ll pull them up sensually and slowly, trailing kisses from your ankle up to your thigh as he does so.

“Your skin’s so soft princess, just wanna take a bite. You’ll let me right?”

He loves animals. His horse Jasper is his best friend. Jasper won't let anyone ride him except for you and Maddox. Anyone else gets thrown off and stomped on.

Since this is the 1800’s people don’t really bathe as often. But Maddox is different. He can’t stand having grime on him for too long after you called him stinky once. So now he bathes more often than most. And you bathe with him too. You have no choice in the matter.

“Mmm love it when you wash my hair sweetheart… Ya’ fingers feel like heaven..”

Maddox is a tough guy. He's taken bullets, stabs, you name it. He even survived a hanging once. If anything happens to you he'll fight God himself just to keep you safe. Even if it costs him his life.

"GET YA' MEATHOOKS OFF MY WIFE YOU FUCKIN' ANIMALS!"

Tells you he loves you everyday. And if you don't say it back? Well he'll just bug you until you say it. After your "marriage" he doesn't really punish you anymore. You’re his partner for life, you deserve the world.

Respects women. His Mother worked in a brothel so he witnessed how men mistreated women. He could never do that to you... Even though he did early in your relationship. But he'll never admit that! Bring it up and he'll call you crazy.

"Sweetheart I never harmed a hair on your head, quit talkin' nonsense."

Teaches you how to fire a gun just in case. Hopefully you'll never have to use the skill though.

Spoils you whenever he can. Maddox has a decent amount of money but it's still pretty tight. Buying you things isn't an option because being on the run means you need to have minimal baggage. So he treats you to dinners and cute little dates.

Overtime you get used to this life. You forget he ever even killed your old man.

Anyone is free to request anything! Don't be shy! I'm hyperfixiating on this oc so I'll happily write anything for him. As long as it isn't blatant NSFW :-)

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𝐾𝑒𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 | Austin Butler

• Summary : Austin and reader move into their very first house together and they can't get enough of thinking about their future in it, and making it feel like home!

• Pairing : Austin Butler x female reader

• Warnings: idk maybe fluff, prob some grammar mistakes

The key turns in the lock with a satisfying click, and the door swings open. Rays of golden light are spilled on the floor, and the house feels empty yet so full.

You step inside first, fingers trembling a bit as you hold the key tightly in your hand. Austin follows behind you, carrying an armful of moving boxes with a grin so wide.

This is your very first house with Austin, and it feels like a dream come true to live this moment . “Well,” Austin says, looking around at the empty space, “what do you think? It’s all ours... Only ours.”

You turn to him face him, your eyes so soft, filled with excitement. “It feels… big. And kind of empty, I would say.”

“Give it a week,” he laughs, setting the boxes down. “You’ll fill it with your candles, your books… your vibe.” He pulls you closer to him, making you laugh.

“Ahem... You meant our vibe,” you correct Austin, kissing him. As you walk to the middle of the room you start imagining how this house will look when it's fully furnished and decorated. “This is going to be our home, Aus. The first one we’ve ever had that’s really ours.”

The next few days are filled with furniture deliveries, endless trips to the store, and assembling more and more furniture than you ever thought is possible. This afternoon, you are trying to piece together a chair. Austin sits cross-legged on the floor, reading the instructions upside down.

“This thing is trying to frickin' destroy us.” you mutter, tightening a bolt that refused to stay in place. “It’ll take more than this chair to break us,” Austin teases. But when it finally clicks together, he raises both hands triumphantly. “Hallelujah! First chair in the first house. It’s practically an artifact–"

You giggle and stand up, gesturing dramatically to the half-furnished living room. “Our palace grows, chair by chair. Soon, we’ll even have a whole couch, hah.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Austin jokes, pulling you into a hug.

The first night you officially move in, Austin and you sprawl a mattress on the floor, being surrounded by half-unpacked boxes, as the bed hads’t arrived yet. He eventually sets up a TV in front of the mattress, and both of you lay down in soon-to-be your bedroom.

“I could get used to this,” Austin says, leaning back against the pillows and tilting his head toward you. You grin, nudging his foot. “This whole laying-on-the-floor thing?”

“No,” he replies, his voice warm. Austin turns to face you, pressing a quick but soft kiss on your lips. “You. Us. This whole house.” He pauses, his gaze shifting to the empty wall across from you.

“Can you picture it?" he asks, reaching out his hand to hold yours. "A little gallery wall over there. Maybe a tiny Christmas tree in the corner of the living room when the holidays come. You baking cookies and I will help you,"

"Help me by eating them before they even get cool down?" you interrupt him. "Sure. With you, love, I'll do anything you would wish." he pulls you closer to his chest, kissing you passionately.

You, of course, lean more closer, resting your head on his shoulder. “I can picture it all. Us making it into our future .”

He kisses the top of your head and adds, “I can also picture the room, that is now full of cardboard boxes, being a kids room one day.”

“Austin Robert Butler, we just moved in and you're thinking about this?” you cup his cheeks, making him chuckle. "So what? Isn't that also a part of our future?" he furrows his eyebrows, making a funny face.

"It is, but we need to make this house feel like a home first."

"Home is wherever you are with me, sweetheart," you absolutely melt into Austin's words. All of this feels like one big dream that tou always dreamed of.

The house still smells faintly of fresh paint and the candles you both picked up earlier, but it truly feels like home already. Especially with Austin by your side.

As the two of you drift into silence, you enjoy laying in Austin's arms, knowing that your future is day by day slowly building here. This wasn’t just a house—it was the beginning of a life you and Austin are building together. And you couldn’t wait to see what that life would look like.

[rockrosethistle]

I actually fucking hate Mr. Jägerman here's why

Mr. Jägerman is a character in the Hatchetfield universe who is never onstage and only mentioned in 1 (one) line. This was enough to ignite my rage.

It's because in this one line, so much is revealed about Max's character. So let's dissect that.

Max is mean. We know this. The very first thing established about him is how threatening he is. But I think his character often gets lost in the 'bully' identity, because just like every other Hatchetfield character, he is layered and complex.

We also find out two other things about him pretty much immediately: He has a crush on Grace (we'll come back to that) and he needs to feel in control.

There's a lot of evidence to support this. He repeatedly refers to himself as the 'god' of Hatchetfield High. He creates arbitrary rules around who his friends can date. He creates arbitrary rules around where the nerds are 'allowed' to go. And the moment someone implies he is not as powerful as he thinks he is, he retaliates violently.

This isn't just Max being a jerk. These are all signs of someone who is almost certainly deprived of control in their home life, which forces them to find it elsewhere. Max likely has little to no say in what happens to him at home. He's clinging to a sense of control wherever he can find it. And that line basically confirms that his home isn't a safe place for him.

Back to the crush on Grace, when you look objectively at the actions Max takes in the show, you'll find that he's not really a bad person, he's a mean person. He's a little shit that processes his need for control in the entirely wrong way, but people are shaped by their surroundings. The actions that come from him are different.

His crush on Grace only supports this. Every other bully in every piece of media sees the girl they like and whistle and say "yo lemme hit that." And if the girl rejects them, they resort to "tease bitch." Not Max. The first thing he does is start a conversation with her, laughs at (what he thinks is) a joke, then offers to carry her books. Like, I wish my highschool bullies were that nice to their own girlfriends.

When she rejects him, it's true that he continues to pursue her and calls her "dirty girl," but that once again comes back to his need to feel in control. But he doesn't get aggressive, he doesn't do anything that screams 'bully.'

We don't get a lot of scenes with pre-ghost Max. But when we do, they're interesting to analyze. Like, have you ever noticed that when he finds Steph in the Waylon Place, his very first instinct is to tell her, "Get behind me, I'll protect you" from, as far as he knows, actual ghosts? He feels like his life is in danger, but he's still putting Steph's safety first, despite having no interest in her romantically. That's huge.

There's even some evidence to support that Max terrorizing the nerds is, from his perspective, not so one-sided. When he finds out they were the ones who pulled the pranks, he says "I thought you guys hated me."

And he's open to change. He's not stubborn, he's not brutal. He doesn't continue hating the nerds just because it is what it is. Moments before his death, he is showing signs of opening up to them, and actually seems like he's coming around.

And none of this is meant as trying to defend Max's actions. I know he's the antagonist. I know he treats people unfairly. But all of this has to come from somewhere. I'm trying to say that there was clearly a foundation of a good person underneath all that cruelty. So what toughened his shell?

Mr. Jägerman. Max reveals in that one line that if he were to go back home from the 'party', his dad would call him a 'little cuck.' "can't even fight off one lousy skele'uhn." In this, he reveals his dad is demeaning to him. He's the kind of man who would hear that his son was in a life-or-death situation, and instead of comforting him, he would have made fun of him.

What must that do to a person? As someone who grew up in a home where Dad wasn't always a safe person to be around, I know that when I was younger, a lot of my bad bad behaviours were something I learned from him.

The prank meant to scare Max was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for him.

I think a lot of what happens in NPMD is indirectly Mr. Jägerman's fault. "Knowledge is knowing Frankenstein is the doctor, wisdom is knowing Frankenstein is the monster" type of shit. It is directly because of his actions and the way he treated his own child that any of this happened.

or maybe I'm reading too much into this. But I fucking hate Max's dad so much.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

"The Sunset is Beautiful Isn't It?" pt. 2

The saying above is a beautiful way to bid someone farewell without having to say goodbye and I think it perfectly fits saying goodbye to our LaD Men because we can't keep hurting them. Someone has to end it. In first person p.o.v because it's you.

Goodbye Xavier

Your POV

Queen of Philos. I've glimpsed into a past that is yet to happen. My future is Xavier's past. No wonder he's had so many identities while here on earth. Lumiere, Evol policeman it's all adding up.

She's so tired .... or I'm so tired .... I don't know .... I'm so confused. I can feel her sorrow waiting for him. Wishing her 'Star' would come home. The weight of a sorrow I have yet to experience and my own sorrow of knowing Xavier's planet is dying because he's here trying to change my future.

I'm so stupid, but part of me couldn't believe that he'd be a time traveler. The idea was ridiculous yet here I am looking at my own future in another life. Nothing is impossible.

Except this pipeline dream Xavier has of trying to save me. That's ridiculous. I've disappeared on Philos, but I can feel her sorrow still wherever she is....wherever I am? Whatever.

I stare down at a freshly napped Xavier snuggled in my lap. Those eyes gaze at me with pure happiness & love. Then he smiles; that smile is what kills a piece of my soul every time it graces his lips. I can't protect that smile. It hurts to look at him now. I love him so much and I don't regret falling in love with him, but falling in love is just that....

Falling.

We're bound to break. This isn't a movie we don't get that happily ever after.

It was a valiant effort, but wasted energy. There's no rewriting the stars. I can't have him and he can't have me. "What are you thinking about?" Xavier's soft voice pulls me from my internal dilemma.

I shake my head and let a small smile pull at my lips as I lean down and place a soft kiss on his lips. "Nothing" I whisper before diving back in wanting to stay like this, but knowing we can't.

"Oh look at that" He directs his gaze in the same direction that I'm looking right out the living room window. "The sunset is beautiful isn't it?" He simply nods before pulling me back into a passionate kiss. I'll enjoy him one last time because after tonight. We can never meet again.

Xavier's POV

She was gone. I woke up alone in her bed with just her hunter watch in my hand. Panic immediately set in as I scrambled out of bed searching her apartment for her. The only thing missing was a few clothes and her favorite duffle.

"I have to find her" I told myself as I searched day and night for her. I contacted every single one of her coworkers, but none of them had heard from her.

That was almost a year ago and this is my last spring on earth. How does one simply disappear in such a way? I wish I could see her one last time, but wherever she's gone she doesn't want to be found. My little star has left me this time.

Goodbye Sylus

"Where are you going?" His deep timbre voice sends shivers down my spine. My hand froze on the front door handle. I didn't think catch me leaving while in the middle of his usual sleep schedule. I spin around mustering up a tight smile "What are you doing up?" I asked trying to steer the conversation is a different direction.

His red eyes narrowed as he studies me "Where. Are. You. Going?" He added emphasis on each word as he approached me, crowding my space. He pressed his hands against the door trapping me between him and my only exit. My mouth was suddenly dry as he stared down at me.

"I need to go back to my place for a few things"

"Since when do you pack up your clothes here for a quick trip to Linkon?" He tilted his chin towards the duffle in my hand. My mind went blank as I saw his eye begin to glow.

"Okay okay! Sylus I love you .... I do, but I keep having these flashbacks or maybe it's the future I don't know, but every time it ends with me stabbing you in the chest" He eyes me before dropping his gaze to our feet exhaling sharply. "Right in your heart" A single tear slips from my eye as my voice cracks.

"Is that why you have this scar on your chest?" I asked pressing my hand to his chest. "Is that why you're so sensitive here?" He turns his head away as he releases a shaky breath. "I told you it's not a big deal"

"It is a big deal and whatever we're doing here is going to end in tragedy and I can't live with the constant reminder that I'm going to hurt you" His head snaps back up so fast I flinch and my blood runs cold with the intense stare he's giving me. "What are you saying?"

He stands tall and crosses his arms over his chest finally giving me space to breathe. I take a deep breath before responding "I'm leaving"

"Like hell you are"

"This isn't up for discussion" I turn my back to him and yank the door open desperate for fresh air. Before closing it behind me I spare him a glance over my shoulder "Don't look for me .... please"

Sylus' POV

If this kitten thinks she can hide from me. She's sadly mistaken. The chase is just getting started. I'll find you no matter where you go. Our red string of fate that ties us together can't be severed that easily. We're endgame sweetie.

Zayne & Rafayel here....

[multific]

Small Kisses

Vincent De Gramont x Wife!Reader

Warning: mention of toxic obsession and kidnapping (not done by Vincent)

Summary: You loved the tickle of his lips on your skin.

Vincent loved to give you small kisses.

No matter the reason. He just loved doing it wherever you two were.

A formal event? 

A simple dinner?

A small date?

Or just staying in bed all day?

You swore the reason Vincent lived was to give you his sweetest kisses. A man so cunning and proud as him, yet he would be the proudest and calmest whenever he was with you.

You were his beautiful wife whom he loved with all of his dark heart.

But you didn't mind the blood, the murder and the insanity of it all.

Because every time he killed someone in the most brutal way, he would also come home to you, his gorgeous suit covered in blood, and give you such a sweet kiss.

It was honestly confusing rather than anything. 

Vincent was a very classy man. He enjoyed the luxuries in life. High-end products, and he always made sure that you lived in the same luxury.

On your last birthday, he gifted you an original Mon��t piece.

The painting is currently right above your bed.

If he could, he would buy you the Mona Lisa.

He would literally make sure that you are dripping in diamonds, much like how he did for his birthday when he got you a special gown, made out of diamonds.

Once he said: "I would change the Mona Lisa to a painting of you, you are far more beautiful, Mon Amour."

His sweet talking always worked.

No matter how angry you were because of something, he would always say the sweetest things and then give you a small kiss to your forehead.

“My Beautiful Wife, even stunning when she is mad at me.”

“I would kill any man for you, Mon Amour. You don’t have to ask.”

“I must apologise, I believe I have lacked in my duties as a husband, Mon Amour. I believe you forgot just how much I love you.”

He would always make sure that you are happy and protected.

Even when one time, he failed to do that.

Well, it was more like his men failed, not him. 

When you were taken, he was furious. Too furious to say or do anything other than rage. 

You were taken by a man. A man so insane, you never saw anything like this.

He kept on going on about how he knew you were in love with him, how he knew that you only married Gramont for the money and how now, you two can be together.

He scared you. 

His obsession with you was toxic, you could see just how crazy he was in his eyes. Every time he used the word 'love' it sent a shiver up and down your spine. 

When Vincent finally got to you, you were shaking in fear. The only thing that managed to calm you was Vincent's kisses.

The smallest little kisses he placed all along your body. He also spoke in French some calming words but you could only recall the tickle of his lips when he found a soft spot.

And when the next couple of days you woke up with a shiver, having nightmares about the man who abducted you, it was Vincent who calmed you down. 

It was he who kept waking up with you, never leaving your side, promising he would never leave or let this ever happen to you while placing kisses on your hands, knuckles and palm.

Vincent loved to give you small kisses on any exposed skin that you have.

But you loved the tickle of his lips on your skin even more.

His little kisses were the true proof of his love for you.

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ONCE BELIEVED

summary: what they thought love was versus what you showed them it really is. featuring xiao, childe, diluc, scaramouche, albedo, and alhaitham.

contains: 0.7k words, little drabbles for each boy 🫶 fluff

a/n: finally some fluff 😭 this piece was pretty personal for me to write, since i used perceptions of the loves ive seen through my people watching/people around me/personal experiences. enjoy 🫶

Xiao thought love was a useless phenomenon that only mortals experienced. He didn’t think love was all that special, nor did he understand how someone could devote their entire life to one person. To love was to be attached. To be attached was to get hurt. However, you taught him that love did have a use; to bring out the best in each other. You brought out a different side of Xiao. A softer, gentler side that was able to relax at your touch. The side of Xiao who finally felt like each breath of air in his lungs were ones of life, and not as a reminder that he is still suffering. The side of Xiao who was proven wrong about love, but he could never be more glad than he is. Xiao knows what true love is now. Love is you.

Childe thought that love was fiery and passionate all the time. He thought that to love was to kiss dramatically in the rain, to dance in the moonlight. To forever be caught up in the thrill of it all, like a never ending adrenaline rush. But being with you made him realize that love isn’t just a thrilling roller coaster ride. Sometimes, love is the quiet laughter at night, sweet kisses on each other's foreheads, or the comfort of simply sitting next to each other. Love doesn’t always have to be burning brightly; sometimes, it’s a calm flame in the corner of the room. It may not be dramatic, but it illuminates everything around it.

Diluc thought that to be loved, he had to be worthy. He thought that he had to perfect himself in order to be loved, that he had to meet certain conditions. But then you came around and flipped his entire worldview around. You showed him that he didn’t need to be extravagant, or strong all the time, or perfect. He just had to be Diluc. Your Diluc, who does extensive research on grape juice just to find his favourite kind. Your Diluc, who wakes up early on Saturdays to make you a hot drink to serve to you in bed. Your Diluc, who brings you small trinkets with that lovely smile. Your Diluc, forever yours.

Scaramouche thought that love was like a business deal. Two people come together and realize how they could benefit off each other; that’s what it really is, right? Otherwise, how could you possibly devote your love, your trust, your time, your life to someone? But he gets it now. The moment you got through the smallest crack in his walls, it all came crashing down. The way you knew him, the way you saw right through all his bluffs and best defences. Despite the many roundabouts, you went through the labyrinth to his heart, all because you loved him. Love doesn’t always need a rhyme or reason. Sometimes, you love for the sake of loving. And loving you is one thing he’ll never regret.

Albedo thought there was a formula for love. He thought it could be calculated, predicted. You start as friends, you touch their hand to spark interest, then you flirt and so it goes. It’s ironic, because his love for you was not planned at all. In fact, it hit him like a truck. He didn’t expect any of it at all. He was so stunned that he was in denial for weeks before Kaeya literally had to call out his heart eyes for you. But now, the spontaneity of your relationship is what makes him happiest. What should the two of you do today? Stay home cuddled up in bed? A picnic at Windrise? Perhaps Albedo could draw a portrait of you? The unknown is can be scary, but not with you. And as long as you are by his side, he will go wherever the wind takes him.

Alhaitham thought that all forever loves have to go through some sort of major conflict within their relationship. He thought that you had to fight for your love. He thought that love was something you had to almost die for. When you came around, it’s as if all stars aligned. Every failed love led the two of you together. It’s as if the two of you were molded for each other. From the silent understanding stares or soft smiles from across a room, anyone outside could see the love flowing from the two of you. Of course the two of you had disagreements like any couple, but things never exploded beyond repair. At the end of the day, the two of you knew you’d be okay. Some things are just meant to be, and the two of you are one of them.

[niki-phoria]

SAY YOU LOVE ME TIL THE END OF THE WORLD

pairing: hyunsu x gn!reader genre: hurt comfort word count: 719

notes: set in s1, i'm in love with him i can't help it, hyunsu cries, reader cries, hyunsu needs a hug and he gets one !! still haven't finished s2 lol

you’re not exactly sure how you ended up like this. it all feels surreal - being locked inside of your apartment building; monsters coming to life; blood and carnage visible wherever you turn. part of you wishes it’s all a nightmare. that you’ll wake up, safe in hyunsu’s arms in his apartment, listening to the soundtrack of a random drama or your neighbours arguing next door. but it’s not. 

the stairwell is stuffy. you’re almost certain it hasn’t been cleaned in months - if ever. spiderwebs decorate the corners of the walls if you squint hard enough. 

hyunsu doesn’t react to your presence. not when the door closing behind you echoes throughout the dingy space. not when you begin to make your way down the steps. not even when you sit down near the bottom beside him so close that your knees brush against each other. 

with nothing better to do, you begin to study hyunsu’s features. his eye bags have gotten worse. his shoulders sag - likely from a combination of stress and exhaustion. the slight frown on his face has become familiar, a fact that makes your heart ache.

“are you okay?” your voice is little more than a whisper. the words are shaky and uncertain. you don’t know what to say. you don’t know what to do.

hyunsu’s gaze remains unwavering. you resist the urge to push him for answers, instead turning to face the wall alongside him. there are chips in the multiple layers of paint - a of many symptoms of a decrepit building. layers of dust coat the stairwell railing, some older than others. 

“i don’t know.” you’ve been sitting in silence for so long that hyunsu’s voice nearly startles you when he speaks. he takes a shaky breath before he continues, still staring into space. “i’m… scared. what if…” he pauses. tears sting at the corners of his eyes but he blinks them away before they can threaten to fall, though it does little to prevent the way his voice cracks. “what if i become a monster?”

“hyun…” you can’t help yourself. you react without thinking - all but throwing your arms around him as if the tighter you hold him the easier it will be to mend the pieces of his cracked heart back together. 

hyunsu tenses in your arms. his breath hitches in surprise; his eyes widen and his heart beats erratically in his chest. a few agonizing second pass before he reacts. hesitantly. slowly. but he reacts. 

shaky hands wrap around your waist. hyunsu lets his eyes flutter closed as he relaxes into your arms, burying his head into the crook of your neck. thick strands of his dark hair tickle the exposed skin of your neck. you can just barely feel a few stray tears slowly begin to seep into the fabric of your shirt. 

“that won’t happen.” your hands grip his hoodie tightly, almost like he’ll disappear if you let go. pulling away, you reach up to cup hyunsu’s cheek with your hand. “i promise. i won’t let that happen.” 

a beat of silence passes. deep brown eyes stare into your own. leaning in, you press a kiss against his cheek. you can just barely taste the saltiness of his tears. hyunsu closes his eyes, further relaxing against your touch. this time there’s no tension in his shoulders or tremble in his hands when he pulls you closer. 

you kiss him again - this time on the other side of his face. and again. and again. and again. 

his skin feels warm against your own, in contrast to the unrelentingly cold air surrounding you. winters in seoul have always been unforgiving, only made worse by the lack of heating in the lobby of the green home apartment building. 

your touch is gentle when you brush your thumb against his cheek. you don’t hesitate at all when you lean in, pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. “i love you,” you murmur. “please don’t ever forget that.”

hyunsu doesn’t respond. at least, not verbally. instead, he intertwines your fingers together, stroking his thumb against your knuckles and tracing the dips and valleys of your palm. it’s soft. so simple you almost don’t realize it’s there - but it is. and you do.

a promise is written against your skin. i love you too.

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promise

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‘’Promise.’’ You linked your pinkie finger with the 5-year-old curly haired boy, giggling as the both of you were running around the playground, hiding from his mother.

‘’Come on, I’m nearly 25 already! I can easily go on vacation on my own!’’ You had always wanted to go on a road trip, preferably with a partner on your side, but that hadn’t been the case yet. So, you decided to go alone, because why not? You were old enough to look out for yourself, even though your parents weren’t too keen on the idea of their daughter traveling around Europe on her own.

‘’The world has changed, Y/N, it’s not safe to go on your own.’’

‘’But-…’’

‘’No, you’re not going on your own, end of story.’’

You groaned at your parents’ reaction and went to your room, frustrated, upset, but somehow you got their point. They weren’t wrong, the world had changed, and wasn’t that innocent anymore. Wherever you were watching the news, reports about murder, drunken drivers, kidnappers, it was all out there.

‘There’re more crazy people out in the world than there are behind bars’ was something your father would say, and he wasn’t wrong.

However, you wished you would have been able to do what that curly haired boy did. Sometimes you were jealous of him, jealous of how he travelled all around the world, going from one country to another, flying from Finland to Australia to Bali and back to his new home, Monaco.

Him and you met when you were karting in Bristol, the both of you loving the sport more than ever. However, karting wasn’t a girl’s sport, at least not to the world at that age. That’s why you moved on from it, where he pursued his dream career, you were only there to cheer from the side lines.

You hated learning, studying, it’s something you never were good at, or at least, not in school. Whenever you saw the data on the karting track, you’d spent hours trying to understand every piece of data that was coming through.

You begged your parents to let you go to engineering school, university. They didn’t want you to, it wasn’t a ‘girl’s thing’ to do, but after you refused to do anything else, they eventually agreed on letting you go to engineering school.

4 years later, and you had your engineering degree. You couldn’t be happier, because right now it meant you might do something you’d actually enjoy. Even if it wasn’t a ‘girl’s thing’ to do, you loved it.

‘’Hey’’ you smiled as you brought the phone close to your ear, lying in bed as you checked the time.

‘’Hey, did you see?’’

‘’Oh yeah, I did.’’ You laughed, looking up at the ceiling. ‘’You were flying! Pole position baby!’’ You giggled, smiling even harder when you heard him on the other side, repeating the final three words of your sentence.

‘’You still have to come for a race someday, you know?’’ His deep voice was ringing through your ears, and it immediately made your chest feel warm, it always did, he always did.

‘’Mhm.. I know, and I will, when my parents finally let me.’’ You sighed, playing with the ropes of your hoodie.

‘’You’re almost 25, when will they ever let you do your own things?’’

‘’I don’t know,’’ you sighed heavily, ‘’when I’m 40?’’

The sound of his laugh made you sit up straight, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink as you heard his laughter.

‘’Nah, I’ll have you kidnapped by then.’’ He smiled, causing you to giggle next. ‘’They’ll destroy you when you do that.’’

‘’Good thing I have my bodyguards, then.’’ And that made your heart feel a thousand times warmer. He was never one to brag about his success, never. He always was very modest, very gentle, and never liked it whenever people talked about the amount of money he had, or how famous he was. That’s why you clicked so good. You knew each other from when you were 3 years old, and he knew you liked him as a friend, and not because he was a driver.

‘’I asked them if I could go on a road trip, alone.’’ You quietly said, hearing how he fumbled around on the other side of the line. A soft ‘hold on, I’m busy’ made you smile, knowing he told whoever was there to wait, because he was talking to you.

‘’And let me guess, they wouldn’t let you go alone because the world is dangerous.’’

‘’Yep, exactly.’’ You sighed but sat up straight when you heard him gasp.

‘’Lando, what did you do?’’

‘’Nothing.’’

‘’What are you thinking?’’

Silence…

‘’Lando?’’

‘’Come with me.’’ You could hear his grin through the phone, and he could hear your brains working overtime because he immediately started to explain himself. ‘’You won’t be alone, you’ll be with me, my team, my crew.’’ He said. ‘’You can travel the world with me, I might even be able to work around some things here to have you here for some sort of internship, so you won’t have any expenses, and you’ll be able to come to the races with me. Your parents know me, I’m not a stranger.’’

You wanted to say yes, you wanted to give in because honestly, it was a great idea.

‘’But, and these aren’t my worlds, but you’re famous, Lando, and you-…’’

‘’I’m still the same Lando from 20 years ago.’’

‘’I know, I know that, but my parents don’t, you know how they are…’’

You hated the fact you just basically told him you couldn’t go with him because he was famous, and you hated that word as much as he did. Your parents were always so fond of him, they loved him, but they also always made sure to tell you that he had a lot of money, was very well known around the world and that most famous people weren’t the same people they were before they had the money. They’d say that the fame got to their heads, but it wasn’t the same with Lando. He had always been that giggly, funny, sweet, and caring boy, but simply because he wasn’t around during Christmas dinners, or the traditional ‘start of spring’ picnic, they assumed he felt too good for those kinds of things. You explained to them that he was just busy, that because of his job, the start of spring was in the middle of the start of the season, and that he simply couldn’t make it. But they were your parents, stubborn as always.

‘’Y/N?’’

‘’Hmm, sorry, what?’’ You said, hearing him chuckle on the other side of the phone.

‘’Let me talk to them, okay? Let me try to convince them, because honestly, you wouldn’t be the only one to benefit from that decision.’’ He whispered, causing your cheeks to heat up again.

‘’Okay.’’

‘’Lando?’’ Your parents were surprised to see him at your front step. He promised you he’d come to talk to your parents, and he always keeps his promises.

‘’Y/F/N, Y/M/N, it’s been a while, it’s good to see you again.’’ He was always very polite. Calling your parents by their first name was something you always did; you did the same with Adam and Cisca.

It was a good conversation, you occasionally tried to mix yourself into it. A reassuring smile from the curly haired boy made you confident enough to speak up to your parents, and this time, with success, because only a few weeks after your conversation you were packing your clothes.

One year. For one year you’d join Lando with his journey around the world. You had no idea how he did it, and especially this fast, but he had managed to give you an internship position at McLaren, meaning you could come along to the races, the dream scenario for every Lando-girl out there.

‘’You’re the best, you know?’’ You laughed, placing your phone on the bed as you zipped up your suitcases. Instead of living here in London with your parents for a year, you and him both decided it would be the best if you would live in his apartment near Woking. It was still close to home, and to the factory.

He was the best one could imagine, and you knew he was, because he was always there, and he always kept his promises.

You put your phone away and collected the things you had to before ordering a taxi to head straight to the airport. You had been living in his apartment for almost 2 weeks now, and things were good, they were great. He occasionally came to Woking for work, but also to spend time with you. You were best friends ever since, and nothing could ever change that.

The moment you arrived on the airport you felt it again. Those feelings you have been trying to ignore the moment they appeared again, the moment your brain wandered off and thought of him. He always made you feel that way, but you ignored it, always. It might sound cliché, and you hated thinking about it because in every romance book it got romanticized. Having feelings for your best friend never worked out great, except in those books.

But reality is, you’re not living in a book, you’re living in the real world, and it was dangerous. Feelings weren’t mutual all the time, and you didn’t want to find out if it was the case this time because you didn’t want to get your heart broken, so being friends made you be close, feel good without the heartbreak ending it.

It went quick, you got in the jet and 1 hour and a few minutes later you were already back on the ground. He was right, it was faster. Of course he was right, he always was, and that made you fall for him even more, how silly it may sound.

He had texted you, saying he was waiting in his car because of the fans wandering at the airport. Someone spotted his car on the way here, and the FBI agents they are, they immediately put one and one together. He was picking up someone, or his girlfriend, something most fans would say.

‘’Hey.’’ You smiled as you embraced him in a tight hug, he smelled good, he always did. A mix of Dior Sauvage and his own scent made you inhale his scent deeply. It felt like home. You explained him that mixing 3 very expensive perfumes wasn’t making him smell 3 times better, he used to mix most of his perfumes until you made that comment. He asked which one you liked the most, and ever since you mentioned Sauvage all he wore was that. But you never noticed the reason was because you mentioned it, you always thought he simply liked that fragrance the most.

‘’Hey, how was the flight?’’ He opened your car door after helping you put the suitcase in his trunk, the real gentleman he was, and hopped in the driver’s seat.

‘’Amazing, the most relaxing flight I’ve ever had.’’ You sighed, putting on your seatbelt before looking over at him, how he started the car and drove out of the parking garage.

You talked more, about the flight, about how things were at the apartment, his apartment here in Monaco, you even talked about your plans these next upcoming days.

‘’We’ll go to London tomorrow.’’ He whispered. The both of you were laying on his couch in his apartment here in Monaco. Instead of watching TV, you had moved the couch so you both could see the harbour, and the sun setting in the ocean.

The couple of weeks you had been here were the best you ever experienced. You did many things, from shopping to karting in Italy, a day at the beach in France, simracing and even streaming. You made chat very clear you were best friends and nothing more, but when people in chat started to ask about his feelings, and about yours, he told you, quietly, to not answer and ignore them, whatever that might have meant.

‘’Really?’’ Your smile grew wider when he mentioned that. It would be your birthday in 2 days, and you always spent your birthday at home, with your family and friends. Last year he couldn’t make it, as the season started the day your birthday was, but this year he made his way around it. Your birthday was on Tuesday, so Wednesday you’d both fly with his jet to Bahrein for the first race of the year.

‘’Mhm, I wouldn’t want to break your birthday tradition.’’ He smiled, his lips placing a tender kiss on your temple. You were lying when you said your feelings towards him hadn’t grown these couple of weeks with him in Monaco. Everything he did gave you tinglings in your stomach and you couldn’t help ignoring them anymore. You surrendered to the fact you had a crush on him, you liked your best friend, and it was the best feeling ever.

‘’Happy Birthday!’’ Your parents were waiting in the living room when you entered the house. They decorated the entire room with balloons, garlands, and pictures from your first till your 24th birthday.

‘’Smile!’’ They held the camera out in front of you, and you immediately felt an arm wrapped around your shoulder. This caused your smile to grow even wider.

‘’Happy Birthday, beautiful.’’ He whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple as his scent immediately went through your nose.

‘’Thank you…’’ You whispered, looking into his bright eyes and immediately looking down after, trying to hide the fact you were blushing because of his actions.

Later that evening, after you spent time with your family and friends, you and Lando went back to his apartment. You got many gifts, and you couldn’t be happier about this day.

‘’How was your day?’’ You felt the vibrations of his deep voice going through your entire body, leaning against him as you were seated on the couch of his apartment.

‘’Amazing.’’ You smiled. ‘’Couldn’t be better.’’

‘’Oh, but I think it can.’’ He reached for something in his bag, and once he got the box, he handed it to you. ‘’Happy Birthday, beautiful.’’ He whispered again, watching how you opened the box slowly.

You pulled the black coloured leash that was hanging from the side of the box and gently placed it on the table in front of you. You lifted the lid and grabbed the small bag inside of the box.

‘’Lando.’’ You gasped, touching the velvet bag and opening it slowly. Tears were burning in your eyes at this point, because you realised he made all this effort to get the perfect gift for you. And he succeeded because it was more than perfect.

‘’This is way too crazy.’’ You whispered, feeling how he moved your hair to the side, helping you clipping the silver Swarovski necklace around your neck.

‘’Look inside.’’ He said, tucking some hair away from your face with his fingers, causing your nervousness to grow even more.

You opened the necklace and smiled when you saw the picture inside. It immediately gave you flashbacks, because even though you were only 4 and 5 years old, it was the brightest memory you had from the two of you.

FLASHBACK

‘’Dating is stupid! Kissing is stupid!’’ You laughed when you were seated on the swing, holding tightly when Lando pushed you carefully.

‘’I know! My mommy and daddy kiss when daddy comes home from work and it’s so weird!’’ He laughed, making sure you wouldn’t fall from the swing.

‘’Lando! Y/N! Come on, it’s time to go home!’’ You heard Cisca calling for the both of you, and you jumped off the swing immediately.

‘’Come on, run!’’ He held your hand and while the both of you laughed, you ran to the playground, hiding from Lando’s mom. ‘’Shhh..’’

You stayed there for almost 5 minutes, which seemed like an eternity when you’re just 4 years old. ‘’I have an idea.’’ The curly haired boy smiled and held your hand tightly.

‘’Okay, tell me!’’ You giggled.

‘’When we’re both 25 and we’re still single, I’ll ask you to marry me.’’ He smiled, causing you to giggle and laugh, him doing the same. ‘’Okay!’’

‘’Lando! Y/N, come on we have to go, it’s getting dark!’’ You ran away again, running around the playground as you linked your pinkie finger with him. ‘’Promise’’.

END OF FLASHBACK

After he clipped the necklace around your neck, he took a hold of your hand and grabbed the second box in his bag. He kneeled in front of you, a smile on his lips as he opened the box with one hand.

‘’Marry me.’’ He whispered. ‘’Not now, don’t worry. But one day. You know I am a man of my word, and I still remember that day so well.’’ He smiled, looking at your necklace and then back into your eyes. He always maintained eye contact with you, and it made you feel safe and secure, because you know you can trust those eyes.

‘’I’ve been counting the days till your birthday, knowing that the day you turned 25, I was able to ask this question. I’m lying when I say I was hoping you wouldn’t find someone to be by your side, because, and maybe I’m being selfish, but I want to be that man. It’s too fast to immediately ask you to marry me, because I can’t force you to say yes, but God… Y/N. See this as a promise ring. See this as a promise ring that we’ll be together, that I’ll be the man in your life that makes you the happiest you’ll ever be.’’

Tears were streaming down your face as you listened to every word he said. Every word chosen so carefully yet so chaotically, because this is the moment you knew you weren’t the only one feeling this intense love for him. He felt it for you, too.

You answered him by cupping his cheeks with your hands and doing the one thing you have been dreaming of doing for almost 22 years. You kissed him, his lips moving on yours almost instantly caused you to smile against his lips, him following your movements. This kiss was something else, something that made all the butterflies in your stomach explode with fireworks, like they were all holding a fairy light and lighting them all at the same time.

‘’I love you, Lando, I always have, and I’m so glad I can finally say it out loud now.’’ You giggled, feeling his hand reaching for yours and the ring slipped around your finger so effortlessly.

‘’I love you too, and I promise I’ll get you a proper engagement ring.’’ He whispered before pressing his lips on yours again, firmly, full of love.

2 years later

[electricneonvalkyrie]

Abby notices when you’re depressed. Let’s talk about how she handles that as your partner.

These are modern Abby headcanons. The list was much longer, but I cut it down considerably to keep it from getting too long-winded. I do have a piece written for WLF Abby. If it's something you want to see, let me know.

Thanks for reading. I'm glad you're here.

• Maybe it’s a slow descent this time… little by little, losing interest in your favourite pastimes and finding it hard to discover meaning in daily life. In the midst of trying to survive, there is suddenly no room left for indulging in your hobbies.

Abby, with every random blanket and sheet she owns, constructs a blanket fort in the living room, offering a pressure-free zone where you can do nothing but feel completely safe and loved.

Super cozy, not too busy, and mega peaceful against the demands of a world that is asking far too much of you in this moment.

Does she deep-dive Youtube tutorials on how to build epic forts that probably belong in a magazine? I mean, yeah. Give her a break, alright? Complete dedication is the way this girl operates, and I’ll die on that hill. Also, Abby is a tall, sturdy girlie, and she needs to fit inside it with you. If you’re going to live in this fort together for the foreseeable future, she needs it to be good for you.

Now, if you want an enormous blanket hanging precariously off the side of the couch with a half-dead flashlight and crinkled comics shoved underneath some pillows, date Ellie. Still cute, still the thought that counts, but she’s no Abigail it’s my mission to save you Anderson.

• Abby stocks up on all your go-to snacks because she gets that it's hard to think about the basics when you're too bone-tired to move… nevermind prioritizing measly things like providing yourself sustenance. She’s got you covered.

• She refuses to let you marinate in the feeling of being a burden. She shuts that shit down fast.

“You’re my person, okay? I’m not going anywhere. End of story.”

• Abby grew up around doctors, so she'll for sure be the one to look up therapists and leave the info pinned to the fridge beneath a small magnet that is, of course, a laminated photo of the two of you on your first date. She describes it as the most important day of her life and brings it up regularly.

“You know, I’ve seen this picture a hundred times, but every time I look at it, it hits me all over again—how much that day meant to me.” Her voice dips low as she confesses something so immensely sacred to her. “The day I realized you weren’t just someone I wanted in my life. I’d been waiting for you without even knowing it. I thought I had it all figured out before you. Fuck, was I ever wrong.”

(Just know there's no rush to decide anything big when it comes to choosing a method of healing, but it's there when you're ready.)

• On your hardest days, she stays close, but she doesn’t push. She’ll busy herself with repairs around the home or folding the mountain of laundry shoved up against the wall in your bedroom.

• Abby loves to buy those cute nightlights with little animals on them or the ones that change colours, and she scatters them around the house. When you’re lost in the darkness, right?

• She serves you warm drinks in your favourite mug and nothing else. She’ll handwash it a million times a day if she must.

• Abby's phone chirps with little alarms throughout the day, reminding her to do something special for you. This is all the time, not just when you’re depressed, to be certain.

• Weighted blankets everywhere. Vehicles included.

• I don’t care what anyone says, Abby is soft as a motherfucker, okay? Is she rough around the edges? Maybe. Yes. 100%. Fine, she’s a hot mess, but will she read you poetry aloud, until her voice is hoarse, and her lips go dry? Without a doubt. There are sticks and jars of lip ointment all over the place wherever Abby resides.

Fun fact: Abby hates when her lips feel dry, even slightly. She is constantly reaching for ChapStick and all its cousins. Whenever someone tells her she should stop using her precious lip stuff because it will improve the sensory nightmare in the long run, she’ll immediately do that pouty, nose crinkle thing at them and ignore the advice without a breath.

• Abby lets you wear all her sweaters. That’s a given. But when you’re depressed, she tends to reach for yours as well. It helps her feel close to you when she’s dealing with her own inner turmoil.

• She doesn’t fuck around when she senses you’re starting to spiral. Her routines are extremely important to her, but she will put them on pause to be there for you.

Now, does she gently, lovingly, force your ass to go on walks with her to get some fresh air somewhere you feel comfortable? Yeah, she does. This might be annoying at times when you’re really struggling, and she knows it. She’ll still encourage movement in a way that is manageable for you if leaving the house is too daunting.

If that means you’re standing on her feet, arms wrapped around her neck while she sways side to side with you, so be it.

• She'll binge-watch your favorite shows and movies with you until she drains all the power in the entire city.

• Abby won't make you feel awkward if you cry. She'll just start crying, too, even if she tries so hard not to. She gets better at keeping it to a little glossy eyed moment, but sometimes your pain is her pain, and the dam just… breaks.

• Abby is an actions over words type of human. She’s a doer. Also, timing doesn’t matter much to her. She is desperate to give you a future to believe in because she is so certain that what the two of you share is everlasting.

Abby proposes to you when your hair is a mess, and you’ve been in the same pajamas for days. Fuzzy teeth? Fear not. She isn’t afraid of the hard times. Her love is an anchor. A constant.

She wants to remind you that you’ll never have to face your dark times alone.

Shadows dance on the tapestry walls of the blanket fort, illuminated by the warm, flickering lights hanging inside. Across from you, Abby lounges with her legs stretched out and her back propped against a pile of soft pillows. She’s quiet for a moment, fiddling with something in her hands.

“You know,” she begins, her voice gentle and husky, like gravel smoothed by unrelenting water. “When I was little, I used to make forts like this with my dad. We’d sit in the middle of all the chaos and just… talk about random shit. Nothing outside could touch us.”

As she glances at you, there is a small, almost shy smile playing on her lips.

“That’s what this feels like—being with you. Even when everything else seems like it’s falling apart, you’re my safe place.”

Abby leans forward, her knees brushing yours, and you realize she’s holding a small velvet box. Her confidence wavers, revealing a hint of vulnerability you rarely see.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while. About us—what we mean to each other.” Her voice cracks a little, causing her to pause and clear her throat before she continues.

“I know you’ve been feeling lost. And I know I can’t fix it, even when it kills me—even when all I want to do is make the hurting go away. But I can promise you this...”

She opens the box, the ring glimmering in the soft light, her affectionate, earnest gaze meeting yours.

"I promise you'll always have someone by your side to help you through it. No matter how dark it gets, I’ll be right here with you. For the tough days, the good ones, everything the world throws at us. Because you’re it for me. You always have been."

With each word, her voice grows softer, filled with an unmistakable tremor of emotion.

“Let me be your person forever. Let me love you, fight for you. Let me build you giant blanket forts until we’re way too fucking old to do it by ourselves—and then let me find new ways to take care of you. Because it’s all I want in this lifetime. You’re all I see. Will you marry me?”

[undeadcannibal]

Cod men with an so that has a kink for their gear/uniform *insert evil laugh* like they come home from work and their so is just DROOLINGGG over them like ughhh

Summary: Headcanons for Alejandro, Ghost, and Price with an SO who likes their gear/uniform~

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Alejandro, Ghost, and Price

Warnings: none!

A/N: Hello hello! Thank you for the request, Anon. Hopefully this suffices because I felt I didn’t do this one enough justice cause I’m getting back into the swing of things, ahhh. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy! TuT  ( Gif credit: xxx )

Alejandro―

He's the type to immediately notice your affinity for his gear, even if you're the type that tries to suppress your desires 

Specifically, he notices each time your gaze lingers on his form longer than usual. Even more so when he has to stop to adjust or fix a part of his uniform 

At first, he doesn't let you know he's in on your little secret. Although, that doesn't mean he doesn't feed into it whenever he has the chance 

Whenever he's returning home from an extended mission - regardless of whether or not he's exhausted - he'll take his sweet time in removing his gear. Allowing you to soak in the view of each and every intricate piece adorning his body 

With Alejandro's gear, it's difficult for you to pick a favorite piece you enjoy seeing him wear, but he notes that familiar gleam of desire in your eyes whenever he's dealing with straps

Naturally, so he's not losing anything important, they've to be pretty tight to his form. Still, he'll go just a bit tighter than he usually does right before he's through the door

I can also definitely see him as the type to try and impress you by showing off, busting open the tight strap wrapped around his flexing bicep~

Kiss him and tell him all about how much you adore seeing him in his gear and he'll happily put on a show for you in any of his uniforms/sets 

Ghost― 

Much like Alejandro, he notices the lingering looks and extra touches to his gear right away. However, he's much more subtle about indulging you with it 

He doesn't always like to wear his full gear when he's home. I headcanon him as the type to prefer to keep that part of his life separate from his home life for many reasons

However... 

He'll tease you ever so often by wearing one of his more casual skull-decorated masks around the house, maybe even including his skeleton gloves if he's feeling extra

Either way, you best believe he'll casually torture you when wearing them around you. Going out of his way to purposefully ignore any staring or dodging certain touches he knows are just to cop a feel  

Once he thinks you've had enough, he finally indulges you by touching you with his gloved hands wherever you please~ 

Possibly could be talked into bringing a mask of his into the bedroom for you

GOD, GIVE ME MASKED, GLOVED GHOST IN MY BEDROOM AHHH

He won't admit how much he enjoys it like you, but after trying it a few times, I can definitely see him imagining those evenings you spend together each time he sees those gloves and mask  

Price―

Sometimes when he's too tired, he'll get a little lazy when taking off his gear, so occasionally he'll bump into you while still wearing his vest and hat

Though, shortly after noticing the way you become very interested in his gear, he's perking up in no time. Why was he so tired again?  

Much like Alejandro, he delights in giving in to your desires and goes out of his way to leave on certain pieces of his gear/uniform when he's feeling in the mood to be a tease

Adores the way your hands feel tugging on his vest impatiently, or whenever you're pleading for something you need

If you're good, maybe even lets you wear the hat while the two of you fool around

Seeing you wearing it while atop him makes him understand why you like seeing him in his own gear so much

Even more so if you're just wearing his hat~

[darkbluekies]

What if reader did somehow manage to escape Silas for at least more then a year?

White bunny

Mafia!yandere OC x reader

Summary: a year has passed since you escaped Silas. When he finally finds you, you're a shell of what you once were and he desperately tries piecing you back together.

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, panic attacks, a bit of age regressing? (I don't know), broken reader, knife

Word count: 1.6k

He’s found you. He’s finally found you. For a year you’ve managed to keep yourself out of his reach … but not anymore. You’re going to come back home now. He can’t stand to be away from you even a second more. 

“Pick the lock”, Silas tells one of his men. “Quietly. If we wake up the other residents in this building they’ll call the cops.”

The man in front of him nods and sinks down on his knees by the front door with his hands full of supplies. Silas watches as he picks the lock with a satisfying feeling in his body. He’ll be able to hold you soon. A year has been too much for him. He usually can’t stay away from you for three hours … let alone a year. The second he sees you, he’ll capture you in his strong arms and never let you go again. His heart hammers in his chest at the thought that there’s only a locked door in between you. Soon. 

“It’s open”, the man says. 

Silas smiles and opens the door. The apartment is dimly lit, an indication that you must be asleep. His heart swells. Oh, how pretty you must be. 

Sadly, one of his men knocks over a vase with his machete. Silas can hear it crash against the floor, but has no time to stop it. Mortified, he looks around, expecting you to stand in any of the door frames. He’s quiet as a dead mouse, listening. He can hear moving in the room to his left and grabs the handle. Locked? He tries again, harsher this time.

“I know it’s you”, he can hear your voice whisper from the other side of the door. “Leave, Silas.”

“L-Leave?” he repeats. “Are you nuts? I’ve been looking for you for a whole fucking year, baby! I’m not going anywhere. And if I am, you’re coming with me. Don’t make me break down this door.”

He feels like a feral animal. Every inch of his body needs to feel you and he’ll go crazy soon if he doesn’t get to have you.

“I’m not going anywhere”, you spit.

Silas turns to his men and gestures for them to pick the lock. Only a few minutes later, Silas opens the door. You’re crouched down in the darkest corner of the bedroom with a knife held out in front of you. Silas breaks out into a relieved smile. It’s really you. His dear, little Y/N. 

“Why don’t you put down the knife before you hurt yourself and come over here and give me a big hug, hm?” he asks and opens his arms. 

“I’d rather plunge the knife through my heart”, you growl back. 

Taken aback is an understatement. Silas frowns in shock. 

“Why?” he wonders. 

“I don’t want your filthy hands on me!”

“Well, that’s not up to you to choose-”

“No, I’m serious, don’t touch me!”

He freezes at your tone. You sound absolutely horrified at the thought of him touching you? Everything about your body language is in defense. You seem ready to attack him if he moves just the slightest bit closer. You’ve never been like this before. WHat has happened to you?

“Y/N, put down the knife”, he says again, calmer this time, testing the waters. “I’m just going to talk to you. Okay?”

You shake your head quickly, lifting the knife with shaking hands. 

“Take it”, he orders one of his men. 

The designated man moves closer and you swing the knife wherever you can reach, cutting him here and there, but he is like a machine — not moving an inch. He grabs the knife out of your hands and backs away. You’re defenseless now, just like Silas wants you to be. He walks over to you and sinks down in a squat to take in the sight of you. Your entire body is shaking violently, wide eyes following his slightest motions. Silas reaches out his hand to stroke your head and calm you down, but you scream in terror and cover your face with your arms. 

“Baby, I wasn’t going to hurt you”, he says, growing worried. “What’s wrong, little thing?”

he can hear you whisper something and leans closer to hear. A mantra of ‘don’t touch me, don’t touch me’ leaves your trembling lips. He can feel his heart sink to his stomach. Did he do this to you? He can’t have … can he?

“Give me the rope”, he says over his shoulder. “If I can’t touch them, I have to make a leash or something.”

Your cries escalate. Silas turns to look at you with even more despair.

“P-Please”, you beg incoherently. “A-Anything but that. Please!”

Silas gulps. This is his doing, a hundred percent. The touching can be coincidental, but he’s the only one who’s kept you tied. Things start to click together. Oh, what an idiot he is. 

“Little thing, look at me”, he says. “I’m not going to touch you and I’m not going to tie you, but I’m not leaving this apartment without you. You got that?”

You nod quickly. He wants nothing more than to wipe your tears and hold you tightly in his arms, but he won’t be able to hear more of your cries. He starts to think of a way to get you out of here without frightening you even more, but his worries are quickly resolved. The lack of air you got when hyperventilating has made you black out.

“I’ll take them”, Silas says and lifts you up in his arms. “Don’t worry, little thing, when we get home, you’ll go back to normal.”

Oh, how wrong Silas was. You’re quiet and reserved and refuse to be touched. All you do is sit in bed while hugging your legs to your body and keep your eyes down on the mattress. He has to come up with a solution to make you relax. You haven’t slept or eaten in days now. He leaves to go to the store in hope to find something to get you loosened up. While looking through aisles of scented candles and body lotion, he sees the children’s department. With one last resort, he walks over to the stuffed animals. 

“Are you sure Y/N would like a stuffed animal?” his second in command asks hesitantly. 

“What other fucking choice do I have?” he groans. “If they refuse to hug me, I guess I have to find a substitute. I can’t fucking listen to their crying anymore. They barely want to be in the same bed as me. This has to stop before I go insane.”

“Which one should you pick?”

“I think the white bunny will be the best alternative.”

He picks out the fluffy animal and heads straight for the cashier. The woman seems to recognize him, but doesn’t say anything. Silas is grateful for it. He’s in no headspace to be dealing with people today. All he wants is to see his little angel happy. 

When he comes home, he notices that his bedroom door is open. 

“Shit!” he gasps and looks around, seeing his second in command. “Get the car, they escaped again!”

He’s just about to pass the guest room when he notices that the door is ajar. Carefully, he peaks in, finding you lying on the bed in a fetal position. Silas sticks out his head in the corridor and alerts the second in command that you’re found before sneaking into the guest room. 

“Hey, baby”, he whispers gently. “I got you something.”

You don’t move. 

“Here”, he says, placing the white bunny on the bedside table. 

Silas holds his breath, waiting for your reaction. He silently begs for you to like it. Carefully, you sit up and pet the soft toy. Silas notices how your eyes aren’t … dull anymore. You seem to recognize the toy somehow. 

“D-Do you like it?” Silas asks nervously. 

“Bunny …”, you whisper. 

“Yes! Yes, it’s a bunny. I got it for you. Do you like it?”

You nod slowly and take it in your hands. For a few seconds you feel around before hugging it close to your chest. Silas breathes out in relief. 

“Why are you here?” he asks. “I thought you ran away again …”

“I didn’t want to be in there”, you mumble. “Want to be away from you.”

“But … you’re mine. We’re meant to be together. I haven’t touched or tied you a single time since we came home. Why can’t you at least acknowledge my presence?”

“Scary …”

“I’m not meaning to- … wait, why do you talk like that?”

You look at him questionably. 

“You talk … almost baby like”, he says slowly. “What’s going on?”

You hug the bunny closer. 

“Oh … I get it”, he says, nodding. “Would you like to watch ‘Scooby Doo’ with me? In the living room? We can get you some vanilla ice cream and those cookies you mentioned that you liked when you were a kid.”

You nod. Silas breaks out into a smile and nods along. 

“Alright”, he says. “Let’s go downstairs.”

You voluntarily follow him down to the living room, hugging the toy closely. He can’t seem to figure out why you suddenly started to act younger than you actually are, but he's not going to question it. You’re not crying, you’re not telling him to go away. That’s good enough. He creates a fort of pillows and blankets on the floor for the two of you to sit on, almost making a pillow fort. If you need childhood stuff, he’ll give them to you. 

Silas gives you glances throughout the movie. He knows he has gotten a second chance. You’re broken and it’s all because of him. He breathes in. This time, he’ll be careful. He’ll never hurt you again.

[attapullman]

I was thinking about this the other day, Reader in a sundress and Bobby just can’t keep his hands to himself.

Oh, Nonny, now I'm going to be thinking about this all day!

Those big, grabby hands? 🤤

He's a grown man with Navy discipline, he can definitely quietly sit and keep his hands to himself. Surely. But the longer he has to be out and about, and the hem of the skirt keeps rising along the soft skin of your thighs...that man is a goner.

At first it feels accidental. His hand on your waist while you're standing in the buffet line. Warm fingers skimming your knee when you sit down, pulling your chairs a little too close together.

But then you know he's skirting the line of public decency and indecent intentions. Thick arm slinking around your shoulders ("Aren't you cold, honey?") only for fingers to slip under the light fabric, teasing the skin of your shoulder. Holds your gaze with those wide, innocent, baby blue eyes when the measly strap falls down your shoulder. That wasn't him, was it? Sorry sweetheart, let me fix that.

You know you should go home. This is a work event. His superiors could see him. But you like seeing how far he'll go to have a piece of you.

The afternoon has turned into a faded sunset and Bob is lightheaded. Hours of watching the way your chest fills the neckline of that dress and he hasn't been able to touch once?

Deep in conversation with another of the couples at your table, your breath hitches when that warm palm firmly grips your thigh, the gingham tablecloth barely covering the scandalous amount of dress he's pushed up. Softly kneading your skin while working his way higher, the hand not on you gripping his knee so he won't touch himself.

You're trying so hard to keep your place in the topic of the table, but he's tracing the delicately sensitive skin of your thighs. Teasing.

"Are you alright?" Bradley's wife asks as warm fingers move from tracing over the soft satin covering you to pressing into you as much as possible, pushing the wetness within you to the surface and an inhuman whimper from your lips.

He's too quick on the draw. Bringing his unoccupied hand to your cheek and feigning concern. "You're a little warm. Did you eat something bad? I should get you home, poor thing."

Not a single eye bats when Bob helps you up, the unassuming WSO helping you straighten your dress like he didn't just have his whole hand against your core.

With the next morning will come the sweet texts of concern to your health that you'll regret responding to with lies. But that's not on your mind at all when, upon entering the darkness of the parking lot against his truck, Bob lifts that flimsy sundress over your ass and slips his fingers under damp fabric, groping wherever he can reach as he brings you to orgasm in his new favourite dress.