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sp00kymulderr · 1 year ago

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erinnnnn!! it's beautiful!!

First of all I'm sorry this is once again late but you know I like to have time set aside to process new chapters and it was definitely worth it because I had a lotttt of feelings about this and about Frankie and River while I was reading this.

I literally cannot get over how comfortable they are together and how in to each other they are. Frankie is disgustingly smitten, but so is River. I just love that it's all returned affection and you're making that so clear to us in the way you write all of their interactions. The lunch time kissing was so cute. I am so miserable that nobody brings me lunch and kisses :((((( but I can live vicariously through them.

I really just adored this little detail about Rivers eyes so I had to quote it back:

They reminded him of leaves in a summer downpour

That's such a beautiful line.

Nervous Frankie is forever such a sweetheart and I think it just shows how much he cares about River and also that he has this ongoing anxiety which River calms in him a little when they're together. But when they're apart again he seems to have more of these little moments of worry. I know I mentioned it before but it justs strikes me again in this chapter that River really does seem to have a calming energy especially for Frankie who has an anxious heart for good reason.

River as his lockscreen made me so happy!!!!

I loved reading River meeting the boys, especially the fun banter she had with Benny - I can actually see them being really good friends in their own right. (also lol @ benny wanting to go to the Night Owl I hope that happens it would be amazing)

Not the new balances 💀 I love that you snuck that in there.

The boys coming straight to Rivers defence really warmed my heart, they are a very protective bunch and clearly accepting River as their own as they see how into River Frankie is. They just slot right in to that friendship group so easily, which is a good sign of good friends and IMPORTANTLY a sign of the boys caring about Frankie so much ahhh I love it, it's really not something I see in anything I read where there's like real male friendship shown and it's SO important for someone like Frankie.

Frankie's immediately ready to jump to River's defence and his anger, coupled with River's coolness over the situation with the drunk guy made so much sense. They're just so used to it they hardly react, and it's so new to Frankie who cares SO MUCH that he can't just leave it be. I know this situation very well lol.

“I just… I’m here, okay? You don’t have to like, deal with disrespect like that while I’m with you. Especially if it’s to like, impress my friends or something.” River went quiet and smiled sadly, looking down at their painted nails. “I know,” they hummed softly. “Thank you. Same goes for you. I may not know all the details right now, and I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I’m not blind, babe. I know you’ve got demons, too.”

😭😭😭😭 THEY BOTH CARE SO MUCH!! All their conversations are so honest and open, the communication is so there and it's so beautiful. They're really cultivating something so strong.

Being in River's home only makes me love them so much more. Jonesy the cat?? River is an Alien fan! Me too babe lets watch it together asap. Also all their houseplants. Sounds kinda like my place. So yeah now I'm even more in love with River thanks.

Frankie thought about it for a minute, biting his lip. “Is there anything I should know? Like,” he floundered for a second. “I don’t want to touch you in the wrong way or say the wrong thing.” River swooned, and smiled up at him. “God, I know it’s the bare minimum but your concern and respect is so fucking hot,” they groaned, hiding their burning cheeks in his soft tummy.

THIIIISSSSS!!! The way I SWOONED. The respect!! Frankie is a king, I second River's thoughts completely. So hot. So caring.

“Please say something,” River whispered anxiously. “Where do I start?” Frankie breathed, smiling softly. “This looks like it really hurt,” he hummed sadly. “But it’s so beautiful.” His voice shook with reverence. He looked up at them, face full of emotion.

This bit really really got me. Made me tear up ngl. I won't go in to a whole spiel about myself and my emotions but I definitely could and I definitely felt some really personal feelings in this and a lot of other moments in this chapter. Using reverence to describe his words made this all the more of a beautiful moment. You handle these intimate moments so well.

The smut was of course delicious, Frankie sure fucking knows how to go down on someone huh 😳

Also yeah uh River calling Frankie good boy I- 😳😳😳😳😳

Their soft quiet intimacy afterwards, the aftercare and all those sweet moments really melted me too. I want them to be forever happy together.

idek what to say I've once again gone overboard with my rambles lol but this was another wonderful chapter and you're incredible.

into the beat of the night (ch 4) "thin flesh"

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pairing: frankie morales/enby!oc!river price (they/them) rating: 18+ (minors dni) chapter warnings: swearing, (1) instance of misgendering (not by anyone we like), unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, brief oral (m receiving), discussions of contraceptives, this shit is sappy y'all, there's a cat too word count: 5.5k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario (ily adrienne ♥)

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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River moaned, tangling their fingers into Frankie’s curls. “F-Frankie, my lunch is only thirty minutes,” they giggled, biting their lip.

“Don’t care,” Frankie grunted, digging his thumbs into their hips and continued sucking on their neck. He hummed happily, kissing up the side of their neck to nibble on their jaw playfully.

Frankie had stopped by the building where River worked with lunch. It was now getting cold.

River had to push Frankie away, a slightly dazed look on their face. They smiled up at him and poked his cheek. “And you call me the menace. I touch your dick one time and you become insatiable.”

Frankie laughed, his shoulders shaking. He leaned over and kissed their cheek before relaxing back in his seat. “Sorry, your food is probably cold now,” he mumbled, handing the takeout bag to them.

River shrugged and began eating. “So, we’re meeting up with Will, Benny, and…”

“Santiago.”

“Santiago. Tonight, right?”

“Yeah, if you still want to,” Frankie nodded jerkily. This was the first time he was introducing River to the guys. He was mostly nervous about Benny opening his big, golden retriever mouth and asking dumb questions. He knew at least Will and Santi would be normal, if a bit protective.

“Of course I still want to,” River said, swallowing a bite of food. “They’re like brothers to you. I can only imagine the shit you guys have seen together,” they muttered sympathetically.

A far-away look crossed Frankie’s features and he swallowed around a small lump in his throat. River reached over and held Frankie’s hand, rubbing their thumb over his knuckles.

“Sorry, we can talk about something else,” they said softly.

Frankie smiled weakly and shook his head. “It’s okay,” he looked up into their eyes. They reminded him of leaves in a summer downpour. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” River had to go, finishing up the food Frankie brought for them. “I’ll text you when I get off work, okay?”

Frankie nodded and leaned over to kiss their cheek. He kissed their lips once, then again. “I’ll pick you up at eight.” River winked, climbing out of Frankie’s truck and making their way back into the tall building.

Frankie exhaled loudly and started the truck. The prospect of telling River about his past, about his addiction, made him incredibly nervous. He had been clean for a long time now, but it didn’t make the conversation less daunting. River hadn’t turned him away yet, but he also didn't know their hard limits. Despite feeling more comfortable with River than he had with anyone in a long time, it was still so new.

He pulled into the parking lot of Marisol’s daycare and sat idling, waiting to go inside and pick her up. He looked down at his phone and smiled at his lockscreen; it was a photo of River with their tongue sticking out, piercing on full display, and flipping the bird. He took another deep breath and rolled down the window for some fresh air. It would be okay.

It would.

“It’s a music based subculture, Benny. The fashion came later.”

Benny shook his head as he swallowed his beer. “Then why have I never heard of a ‘goth band’ then?”

“Because you probably listen to butt rock.”

Benny spluttered, offended, but laughed. “What is that?”

Frankie, River, and Santi laughed as Will rubbed Benny’s shoulders sympathetically. Things were going really well. Better than Frankie expected them to go, if he were being honest. It felt like River had always been a part of the group.

“I haven’t heard a denial yet,” River teased in a sing-song tone, a twinkle in their eye. Everyone laughed harder as Benny raised his arms in defeat. “Speaking of, did Frankie tell you guys what he wore when we went back to The Night Owl?”

“Oh, god, here we go,” Frankie groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“An Iron Maiden t-shirt, which was already funny on its own. But he also wore these blue and yellow New Balances and I won’t lie, I almost ghosted him for it.” River winked at him as they squeezed his thigh under the table.

Benny was laughing so hard his face went red and Will shook his head in disappointment. Santiago sighed and put his hand on Frankie’s shoulder. “You wore your New Balances to a goth club? Hermano…”

“I don’t have any clothes that would fit there, okay?” Frankie explained, exasperated. He turned to River and gave them his best pout and puppy dog eyes, whispering, “Besides, I thought you liked my ‘lumberjack, fisherman chic’?”

River looked to Frankie’s lips briefly and licked their own before looking back up into his eyes. “True, I do. Wouldn’t change it for the world. But,” they grinned. “I would love to see you all ‘done up’ one of these days. Just for fun.”

Benny was nearly having a stroke at this point. “Oh, my god. I’m trying to imagine Fish with eyeliner and it’s killing me,” he wheezed.

Frankie laughed and shrugged, putting an arm around River’s shoulders. “We’ll see,” he hummed, leaning over to kiss River’s cheek.

Will chuckled and rolled his eyes before standing. “Another round? On me, this time.”

Everyone nodded their thanks, and fell back into easy conversation. Out of the corner of River’s eye, they saw someone nearby that could be a problem. The man had been staring at River all night, and not in a way they could ignore. River sighed quietly and prepared themselves as the man stood and tried to “subtly'' make his way over to the table.

“Damn, when’s the funeral?” The drunken asshole smirked, looking right at River. He sneered at them and waited for River to react.

“Hey, fuck off, asshole—“

“Benny, don’t,” River muttered, giving him a look that said more than their words ever would. Benny went quiet but looked at the guy with daggers for eyes. Santiago crossed his arms over his chest and watched for River’s signal.

“Haven’t decided yet,” they exhaled angrily toward the drunk.

“Listen, lady, I was just—“ River rolled their eyes and stared at the man. Frankie’s eyes went wide and he saw red. River quickly grabbed Frankie’s thigh again and squeezed, stopping him. Their expression changed from neutral to manic, an unsettling smile spreading across their face. They tilted their head to the side and stared, unblinking. The man shuffled uneasily on his feet and scoffed. “Whatever, fuckin’ freak.”

The man stumbled away just as Will returned with all their drinks. He looked at the group of grumpy faces and the guy walking away. “What happened?”

Benny’s face broke into a wide grin and he started snapping his fingers. “River just scared a dude,” he laughed.

River rolled their eyes, but smiled this time. “No, the guy came over and tried to be clever and I shut it down,” they shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” They gestured to their wardrobe by way of explanation.

Frankie went quiet and had a pensive look on his face, rubbing River’s lower back. He knew River picked up on the drunk calling them “lady”, because he knows he heard it. Will had given River a fist bump and everything went back to normal. He’ll bring it up later.

“Okay, so I know Fish went and it was an accident, but like, do you think I could go to The Night Owl?” Benny smiled wide, that golden retriever energy back in droves. “I’ve never been to a goth club and it sounds fun.”

River gave Benny a long look, thinking about it. “I don’t see why not,” they hummed thoughtfully. “I just have one question for you.”

Benny blinked and nodded, letting River continue.

“Are you sure you’re a hundred percent straight? Because you would be a hit there, and not just with the ladies.”

Everyone went quiet for a second before bursting into laughter. Frankie laughed quieter than the others and shook his head. He looked at River lovingly, taking in the features of their side profile and lips.

“Is this why you asked if I listened to butt rock?” Benny asked, incredulous. “I still don’t know what that means!!”

They were quiet on the drive to River’s apartment. River looked over at Frankie, worry etched onto their features. “Are you okay? You’ve been quiet.”

Frankie glanced at River before looking back at the road. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said softly. “I’m honestly more worried about you.”

River blinked. “How come? I’m fine. I had a really good time.”

“The guy?” Frankie asked, not wanting them to bury what happened. “He called you–”

“I know what he called me, Frankie.”

Frankie frowned and bit his lip. He didn’t want to step on River’s toes with this, but he was so ready to beat the shit out of the guy back there before they stopped him. “I’m sorry, I just… I know you can handle yourself, but,” he floundered for the right words, sighing in frustration when he couldn’t find them. “I just… I’m here, okay? You don’t have to like, deal with disrespect like that while I’m with you. Especially if it’s to like, impress my friends or something.”

River went quiet and smiled sadly, looking down at their painted nails. “I know,” they hummed softly. “Thank you. Same goes for you. I may not know all the details right now, and I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I’m not blind, babe. I know you’ve got demons, too.”

Frankie reached for River’s hand and laced their fingers together as he pulled up to their apartment complex. He lifted their hand to his mouth and kissed their knuckles reverently.

“Go ahead and park.”

He raised a brow and did as he was told, turning his truck off. He looked across the darkened cab at River, a curtain of hair obscuring their features before they turned their head. “What’s up?” he asked softly.

“You wanna come up?” They gestured towards their apartment with their thumb, a shy smile on their face.

Frankie’s heart skipped a beat and he nodded, undoing his seatbelt. He followed them up the steps and waited patiently while River unlocked the door. “It’s not much, but it’s home,” they sighed. River’s voice was immediately followed by a loud scratchy meow. “Aww, hi, baby,” they grinned, crouching down to pick up what was probably the fluffiest gray cat Frankie had ever seen. “You’re not allergic are you?” They asked, a look of worry crossing their features, realizing they forgot to mention that they had a cat.

Frankie snorted and shook his head, holding his finger out for the cat to assess him.

River sighed in relief and kicked the door shut behind him. “Good,” they smiled. “This is Jonsey.”

“Alien?” Frankie grinned.

“Yes! Ugh, thank you!”

He laughed as Jonsey leapt out of River’s arms and went, presumably, towards his food. “How come you always look so spotless? Doesn’t he shed a lot?”

“Ohhh yeah,” River laughed. “I have travel-size lint rollers on me at all times.”

They both laughed before they got quiet, taking each other in. Frankie shoved his hands in his pockets and decided to look around.

“Wine?” River asked, walking toward the kitchen.

“Sure. Thank you.”

He really wasn’t sure what he expected River’s apartment to look like, but if he had to guess, he thinks it’d look exactly like this. Dark wood furniture with gray accents. There were plants everywhere; spilling over window sills and winding up bookshelves, lush and full of life.

“You can have a seat, y’know,” River chuckled, handing him a wine glass. They started walking around the living room and lighting a couple candles to further warm up the place.

Frankie obliged and had a seat on River’s couch, getting comfy. He left his arms open and River immediately took the invitation, cuddling close. They drank their wine in silence for a few minutes before Frankie spoke.

“I meant what I said, by the way,” he started, rubbing the thumb from his free hand against their arm. “I may not understand all the nuances of your gender and what comes with it, but I want to. I really like you, River, and… I wanna be there for you.”

Turning slightly, River made eye contact before setting their wine glass on the coffee table. Frankie did the same with his own. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve you coming into my life like this, but I really appreciate it,” they grinned. Their lips pressed against his tenderly. “You’re taking all of this incredibly well. Most cis guys get so threatened by… this,” they gestured to their body. “Usually why I date women,” they chuckled.

Frankie smiled, heart fluttering. “I’m not sure what it is either. I just felt a pull,” he shrugged. “And you’re right. I haven’t been totally honest about my past yet, but… I will. I promise. You deserve to know.”

Climbing into Frankie’s lap, River held his face to kiss him with more purpose. He melted into it, keeping his hands on their sides. Frankie closed his eyes,the scent of River’s cologne washing over him. Color bloomed across his eyelids, the earthy tones of sandalwood and the deep red of the wine on their lips.

Coming up for air, River breathed against his lips, “You don’t have Marisol this week do you? You don’t need to be home?”

“No, I dropped her off at her mom’s earlier,” Frankie sighed, scratching lightly at River’s lower back, making them shiver.

“Do you want to take me to bed, Francisco?”

Frankie’s whole body shuddered and he felt time stop. Pools of green looked over his features like he’d hung the moon as River waited for his answer. Swallowing his nerves, a soft smile graced Frankie’s features. “Of course,” he whispered gently, because if he spoke any louder, he was sure the spell would be broken.

River’s face lit up, pink warming their cheeks. They leaned forward and attached their lips to his neck, nipping and sucking softly at the thick muscles there. “Bedroom is down the hall on the right,” they mumbled.

Frankie didn’t need to hear anything else as he stood. He held River by the ass as they laced their legs around his waist. He felt like he was in a trance as he made his way down the hall. He had convinced himself that he wouldn’t make it this far with them. Feeling around for the light switch in the dark, Frankie exhaled shakily as River sucked a mark into his shoulder. He gave up and walked slowly to their bed and set them down.

River leaned over and turned on the lamp next to the bed. A soft warm glow lit the room, illuminating each other well enough to continue. Frankie shuffled on his feet for a second, nerves suddenly hitting him.

“What’s wrong?” River asked softly, scooting toward the edge of the bed, and resting their hands on Frankie’s belt.

River swooned, and smiled up at him. “God, I know it’s the bare minimum but your concern and respect is so fucking hot,” they groaned, hiding their burning cheeks in his soft tummy.

Frankie’s chest puffed up a bit and he grinned down at them, running his fingers through their long hair. He moved it away from their face and cupped their cheek, rubbing his thumb along the bone there.

River pulled themselves together for a second to speak and cleared their throat. “I’m very cool with you touching me anywhere. I would very much like you inside me,” they smirked. Frankie choked on his own spit, cock twitching in his jeans. They slowly unbuckled Frankie’s jeans and looked at the throbbing, red, and leaking tip of Frankie’s cock. “No underwear, huh?” They hummed, delighted at the sight, and started pumping it slowly, giving the head little kitten licks.

“F-Fuck,” Frankie moaned shakily, tipping his head back. He felt his entire body shiver as their tongue piercing dragged over the tip, the colors behind his eyelids returning. He tightened the fist in River’s hair and tugged slightly, making them moan around his cock. They started bobbing their head slowly, looking up at him. Frankie couldn’t look away from the mouth around him and he groaned, his cock twitching inside their mouth.

He pulled them off, a trail of saliva connecting River’s bottom lip to the head of his cock. “Babe, stop,” he chuckled breathily. “This is going to be done so fast if you keep that up.”

River’s eyes twinkled. “‘Babe’, huh?” They teased, tugging his pants down so he could step out of them. “And what, can’t last longer than five minutes?”

Growling, Frankie pushed them down onto their back on the bed. He hovered over them, one knee on the bed next to them. “Not around you,” he smirked, thick fingers methodically unbuttoning River’s shirt and yanking it off their shoulders.

His breath caught at the sight of their tattoos, but he slowed down when their top surgery scars came into view. He tentatively ran his fingertips along the scars, everything really hitting him all at once.

River watched his face, their stomach fluttering with nerves, but also excitement. They’d gotten to this point with others before and it was enough to turn people away. They didn’t think that would happen with Frankie, but they could never be too sure. Their cheeks warmed the longer he looked at them.

“Please say something,” River whispered anxiously.

“Where do I start?” Frankie breathed, smiling softly. “This looks like it really hurt,” he hummed sadly. “But it’s so beautiful.” His voice shook with reverence. He looked up at them, face full of emotion. “Lie back for me?”

River’s entire body was buzzing as they put a pillow underneath their head to look down at him. The fabric of their dress pants glided across their skin as Frankie removed the rest of their clothes. He hummed happily at the damp spot on the front of their underwear, kissing from one knee to the top of their thigh. River exhaled shakily, and bit their lip, taking in the sight of the mass of curls between their legs. Unable to resist, they reached forward and carded their fingers through his hair.

Frankie looked up at them, his big brown eyes shining as he kissed their clit through the fabric. River’s breath hitched and they giggled softly, lifting one leg to poke his shoulder with their toes. He winked and moved the last piece of clothing down their legs. He didn’t waste any time and latched his mouth onto their clit and sucked hard.

River moaned out loud, their back arching off the bed. “F-Frankie,” they whined, tugging on his curls.

Frankie was in his own world, creating a rhythm with his tongue, and the sounds coming from River’s mouth clogging his senses. He felt drunk, prodding two fingers at their entrance.

“Y-yes, please,” they breathed weakly, giving him permission.

Frankie ached to bring them pleasure as his fingers sunk in, quickly finding a pace to pump inside. He found a rhythm between his tongue and his fingers, and apparently it was doing something, if the sounds River was making were anything to go by.

River’s thighs trembled around his head, their entire body covered in goosebumps. Frankie looked up at them and lifted his mouth off of their clit, but his fingers never let up. River groaned out an exhale as they made eye contact and bit their lip. Something passed between them without words because when Frankie’s thumb touched their clit at the right pressure and rhythm, River’s eyes rolled back. They let out a loud moan into the room as they stilled, coming hard and wet around Frankie’s fingers.

Frankie grinned, watching River writhe around on the bed for a moment before coming down. “Very good,” he hummed, removing his fingers slowly and wrapping his lips around them. He groaned at the taste of them. He held onto their thighs before burying his tongue inside them once again. His aquiline nose rubbed perfectly against their clit while he lapped up more of them, hardly giving them a moment to breathe.

“Frankie, f-fuck, wait,” River gasped, their head spinning with want. Their clit throbbed in overstimulation, still so sensitive from their high.

Frankie grunted into their pussy and looked up at them like they’d just interrupted his favorite meal. And, really, they had. River’s breath hitched at the look in Frankie’s eyes. His normally soft eyes had turned hard, feral, and they dripped at how turned on it made them. He shook his head against them, moving from side to side, his curls bouncing at the movement.

“God, fuck,” River moaned pathetically, their heart rate going at a pace they hadn’t felt before.

“Gimme one more, baby,” Frankie mumbled against them. “Just one more, sweet thing. Gotta taste it this time.”

River’s eyes rolled back and they whined, nearly yanking on Frankie’s hair. His voice sounded as wrecked as they felt, all throaty and deep. Their walls clenched tightly around his tongue in little pulses the closer they got to their release. Frankie watched closely, his vision blurring slightly at the edges with the amount of focus he had on River’s form. He paid rapt attention to which movements of his tongue made them squirm. Their chest stuttered with every breath they took, the muscles and tendons in their neck moving underneath the skin tightly.

When River came, it was more intense than the first time and came in waves, making them nearly shout in pleasure. Frankie tried holding their hips down with those big hands of his but ended up following their movements so as not to miss a single drop. His eyes were on them the whole time, taking in the sight of them at their highest peak.

River trembled in the aftershocks as Frankie’s mouth finally let go. He kissed along the bottom of their tummy and left little nips and marks, sucking and staking his claim over them. River grinned lazily at the sight, their heart soaring. “Mmm, you’re good at that,” River chuckled, feeling all warm and satisfied.

Frankie grinned as he crawled onto the bed to hover over them. “Thank you,” he smirked, a smidge of arrogance coloring his features.

River laughed softly and rolled their eyes. They gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head. “How are you still wearing your shirt, but no pants or underwear?” They snorted.

Frankie’s eyes darkened as he took in their flushed cheeks and moved their long hair behind their ears. “I was a little distracted,” he whispered, kissing them sensually.

River sighed happily, getting lost in the taste of themselves on his tongue. They ran their hands down his torso to grip onto Frankie’s ass and squeezed. They wrapped their legs around his waist and quickly flipped them over before Frankie had time to react. Now straddling him, they ground their hips against Frankie’s cock situated perfectly between their lips. “My turn,” River hummed, latching onto Frankie’s nipple.

Frankie gasped at all the sensations as his hips bucked up against them. “W-wait, do you have a condom? I’m clean, I just wanna make sure,” he smiled, rubbing their arms protectively.

“I do,” they nodded, nipping around the other nipple as they looked up at him. “We can use one if you want, but I am on PrEP, too. Also, uh,” they lifted their mouth off of him, sitting comfortably. “I can’t get pregnant. That’s the other major surgery I had.”

“Oh.”

They got quiet as they watched each other breathe heavily for a bit. “Is… Is that okay?” River asked hesitantly.

Frankie’s face went through every emotion imaginable within seconds before landing on nearly feral. “You… really shouldn’t have told me that,” he grinned wickedly, grabbing onto their hips and digging his fingernails in hard. River stopped him before he could turn them over and started grinding against the underside of his cock again, getting it impossibly wet.

“Oh, nu-uh,” River smirked. “You’re not in charge right now.”

Frankie’s cock twitched at the authority in their voice and he nodded obediently.

“Good boy,” they hummed, their fingers curling around his shaft before slowly sinking down on him. River whimpered slightly at the stretch and swirled their hips in little circles on the way down before they were sat on his lap comfortably. They groaned in satisfaction, slowly getting used to his girth and the weight of him.

Breathing heavily, Frankie shut his eyes and dug his head into the pillow underneath him. He focused on the sounds around him so he wouldn’t come right away; the slightly opened window brought in a nice breeze that cooled his flushed skin. River was breathing heavily, but quietly, watching patiently as he evened out his breathing. Blunt nails scratched lightly at Frankie’s torso, goosebumps following in their wake.

It had been a while since he’d been inside someone and it’s clear that it’s been a while for River as well considering just how god damn tight the fit was.

“You okay?” River grinned, rolling their hips slightly, already used to the feeling. They clenched around him teasingly in little pulses.

Frankie’s breath hitched and he groaned, desperately gripping their hips. He was certain there would be marks leftover tomorrow. “Fuck, gimme a second,” he panted, eyes squeezed shut. River watched his Adam’s Apple bob a few times as he got his breathing back to normal, their heart pounding in their chest.

When Frankie raised his head again to look down at where the two of them met, he exhaled shakily. “Jesus,” he moaned, his eyes traveling up their torso until he landed on their face. His heart skipped a beat seeing the look on their face.

He hadn’t seen River so… vulnerable before. They always looked put together, not a hair out of place or any bit of makeup smeared. They looked beautiful; their hair a mess, and their makeup smudged. They looked calm, at peace. Satisfied. His hands slowly traveled up their side before his thumbs rubbed at the edges of their surgery scars.

“Ready?” River smiled softly, cupping his face with one hand and bracing themself on his chest with the other.

Frankie nodded and lifted his hips slightly, his words spoken without a sound; fuck me.

And they did.

Bouncing on him at a leisurely pace to start, River watched Frankie’s eyes glaze over with the pleasure he was feeling, his face slack and his swollen lips parted. Before either of them knew it, they were rocking together at a steady pace, their collective moans and groans and sighs of pleasure filling the room.

They were completely lost in one another, River’s head thrown back to expose their throat as they moaned loudly. Their brows dipped down in pleasure as they bit their lip. “God, you feel so fucking good,” they whined, slowly starting to lose their rhythm as they got closer to their peak.

Frankie moaned and sat up, latching his mouth onto their neck, hugging them close to his chest. He dug his feet into the mattress and started fucking up into them. River groaned, hiding their face in his neck. They whined and whimpered against his damp skin, trembling on top of him.

The light slap, slap, slap of their skin against each other was the only sound in the room for a moment before Frankie panted against their forehead, kissing there softly. “More?” he smiled, eyes shut in bliss.

River nodded and whined weakly. “S-so fucking close.”

Frankie grunted as he flipped them over, well and truly fucking into them now. He didn’t let up, moaning when River’s nails clawed into Frankie’s back. He hissed at the sting and shivered all over, his hips slowly losing their rhythm. “Touch yourself, sweet thing,” Frankie breathed, watching their blissed out expression change to a look of focus. River reached between them and started rubbing at their clit at the same pace as Frankie’s hips.

River whined weakly, half-lidded and glossy eyes looking up at him. They were unable to form the words themself, their chest stuttering and breath hitching with every one of his thrusts.

“Yeah?” he breathed happily.

“Yeah.”

Frankie crashed their lips together as River moaned, his hips keeping the pace he knew they needed. River’s whole body stilled for a second before bucking into a slight staccato as their release wracked through them. They whispered into his mouth, their walls clenching around his cock tightly, trying to provoke his own release as well.

“C’mon,” they panted against his lips encouragingly. It didn’t take much after that, Frankie’s hips slamming into River’s as his cock twitched inside them violently, thick spurts and ropes coating their walls. His hips rolled in slow waves until the last drop left his cock. A low grunt left his lips as he looked down at their combined releases coating his shaft. River moved their hips back a little, more of it dripping out in the process. It made Frankie shiver all over, a wicked little grin on his face.

Quiet settled over the two of them as they caught their breath. River watched Frankie’s face go from tense to the most relaxed they’d ever seen him. They smiled up at him and cupped his face, kissing his nose sweetly. He opened his eyes at that, looking into their eyes and his cheeks warmed at the attention.

“Hey,” he smiled, voice rough.

“Hey, yourself.”

Frankie snorted and leaned down to kiss them deeply. He slowly parted their legs, moving out from between them carefully. River sighed into his mouth at the loss, the cum trickling out as his cock dragged against them. They felt empty, clenching around nothing, but reveling in the filthy feeling they had.

When they came up for air, River played with Frankie’s curls, all of them sticking up in every direction. They grinned and tapped him on the shoulder. “Be right back,” they hummed, crawling out from under him to go into their bathroom down the hall. Frankie watched their ass as they left and plopped down onto his back, one arm resting on his forehead. He shut his eyes and just focused on his breathing for a moment before he heard the toilet flush and the sounds of bare feet coming back into the bedroom.

He looked up and saw River crawling back onto the bed with a warm washcloth. They slowly started cleaning Frankie up, almost reverently. Frankie watched them quietly, his heart skipping a beat. He usually did this part, but was more than happy to be on the receiving end of it. As River finished, they tossed the washcloth into the hamper in their closet.

“You need anything? Water?” River smiled down at him. Frankie nodded and pulled them down for a quick kiss.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

River jumped out of the bed and made their way into the kitchen. Frankie got comfortable as he listened to them move around in there. He heard a small chirp at the door and a fluffy gray tail came in through the doorway. He smirked as Jonsey jumped up onto the end of the bed and got comfortable. Jonsey sniffed at Frankie’s toes before rubbing his head against them and curled up into a ball. He fell asleep pretty soon after that.

“Sorry, had to clean a glass,” River chuckled softly as they walked back into the bedroom, still blessedly naked. Frankie appreciated the view, and happily took the glass of water. He took a couple of big gulps and set it on the nightstand next to him.

River dug around in the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a hair tie. Frankie watched silently as they slowly pulled their long hair into loose braid. Their tattooed skin was slightly shiny from the perspiration of their coupling, making his stomach flutter. He smiled at their flushed cheeks as they tossed the long braid over their shoulder when they finished.

River crawled into the bed carefully, making sure not to wake up Jonsey. “Least he was polite enough to wait until we were done,” Frankie snorted, pulling River into his side. River giggled and kissed Frankie’s chest softly.

“True,” they said around a yawn. “I’m exhausted. You wore me out, old man.”

Frankie sighed in exasperation and laughed softly, kissing River’s hairline. “All that and you still call me old,” he grumbled.

“It’s an affectionate term.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he smirked. “Get some sleep.”

River nodded and got into the covers. They lightly pulled on his arm, kissing his shoulder. “You too, mister.”

Frankie obliged, pulling River close to his chest. Thick fingers passed lightly over River’s skin as their breathing evened out. Frankie stayed up for a bit and just let the moment settle into his heart. He looked down at the top of their head and placed a soft kiss to the crown before shutting his eyes himself.

The last thing he heard that night was the sound of River’s soft snoring. Frankie exhaled, heart feeling at peace for the first time in a long time.

#I got interrupted with WORK in the middle of reading this chapter though how fucking rude #love love love love #fic rec

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dogbunni · 2 years ago

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@crawling-crawly speak, and u will be fed.

[a thousand dandelion fluffs gather and then disperse to reveal several hand crafted nensai headcanons] [they're gourmet and delicious]

-saiki and nendo are that one couple that never tells anyone they're together. they just expect (for very different reasons) everyone else to figure it out. it takes a very long time for anyone else to figure it out.

-saiki is not a fan of pda. nendo is the biggest fan of pda, but saiki has fought him down to just the ever present arm slung over his shoulder. nendo thinks this is peak romance anyway, so

-love wins

-youd think nendo would be the weird one in the relationship, what with saiki and his Normal Guy kin. you'd be wrong. sometimes nendo shows up at saiki's house and finds him speed reading an entire library of books about the history of oboes, just for fun, and he's like, what the fuck, kusuo

-seriously if nendo is able to pick up on your weirdness you are beyond help

-saikis favourite pastime is grabbing nendo's chin in one hand and squishing it to make the butt shape more pronounced. he thinks it's so fucking funny. but he keeps a straight face so he's just like :| while squishing nendo's chin together and nendo's like :| when will it end

-they nap together a lot

-their shared love of food is the focus of pretty much all of their dates

-nendo knows saiki dislikes "speaking", and actively encourages him to communicate in ways he finds comfortable. saiki rarely speaks in nendo's company

-nendo learns sign language to support his bf. he does this in secret and then once he can sign enough to hold a basic conversation he "surprises" saiki with his new skill. I say "surprises" bc it turns out that sign language is not something that saiki's brain automatically translates so he has no idea what is going on.

-its very easy for saiki to learn though, and he mentally slaps himself for not thinking of it sooner

-what I'm saying is, nendo and saiki communicate primarily in JSL

-nendo buys cute little plushies for saiki and then makes saiki hold it up while he takes pictures of him. his lockscreen changes weekly and it's a picture of saiki holding a different plushie every time.

-saiki and mrs nendo get along very well. she's almost a normal parent and saiki loves that

-nendo gets along well with kurumi. they cook together. 'nough said

-nendo does not believe in kuniharu rights

-sometimes saiki gets nendo to just lay directly on top of him. human weighted blanket

-nendo has seen saiki have multiple breakdowns about not being normal and wanting his powers to go away. nendo says the most profound and heartfelt things every time and sits next to his partner until saiki is ready for a hug <3

-this all being said nendo gets on saiki's last mf nerve. when he mooned the entire airport. saiki wanted to kill him.

-nendo thinks saiki should be silly more. he lives for saiki's silly moments. like one time they spent ages stacking empty coffee jelly pots on nendo's head, and saiki laughed, causing all 27 jelly pots to fall catastrophically. it's one of nendo's core memories

-saiki looks at nendo and thinks hnfnnfnhhn big

-nendo looks at saiki and thinks ngnhngnmgnghhh cute

-nendo always got a hand in saiki's hair. its so soft

-theyve never said I love you aloud but they DO sign it

-they absolutely talk shit about their friends in JSL

-saiki will (whilst heaving a sigh) drop everything to help nendo with his homework

-when people find out that they're together, most will ask saiki what he sees in nendo. but saiki thinks the question should be the other way around. nendo is so attentive and loving, so free with his affection, kind, caring, confident, funny, and always willing to go the extra mile just to make saiki's life a little better. on the other hand, saiki is a miserable tsundere who is so easily irritated and hates showing affection, and saiki wholeheartedly believes that he does not deserve him.

-nendo thinks he's just the luckiest guy in the world. saiki could have anybody and he chose him??? every day is a blessing.

-theyre very wrapped up in each other. it takes a while for the others to realise, but once they do they can't un-notice how they're always together, stuck to each others sides like glue

#theyre in love your honour #nendo posting #nendo riki #nendou riki #nensai #saiki kusuo no ψ nan #saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo #if anything in canon contradicts my points about JSL no they do not <3 #i say 'speaking' bc i mean his telepathy

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nishinoyaswife4 · 3 years ago

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How he kisses you

Oikawa, Iwazumi, Hanamaki, Mattsukawa, Kyotani

Oikawa

He kisses you everytime like its the last time. He can’t help himself he loves the way you feel so close to him. He loves the way you give him butterflies no matter how many times he’s kissed you before. His favorite thing to do is catching you off guard. You could be standing in line at a coffee shop or he could be swarmed by fans. It doesn’t matter he doesn’t hold back his feelings for you. If he wants a kiss he’s not waiting.

Iwazumi

His kisses are rough. Not because he means for them to be he just can’t help himself around you. Though they’re rough he never gets aggressive when he’s kissing you. You’re the most important person in his life and he makes sure thats convade through kisses. His affection definitely speaks where his words fail. You’ll never have to doubt his love for you because he will make sure to prove his love to you daily. His favorite time to kiss you is after a morning run when the weather is cold. He likes hearing you whine when he presses a cold kiss to your face before sliding his equally icy hands up your shirt.

Hanamaki

He’s definitely taking pictures of the two of you kissing. Its even his lockscreen on his phone. If theres ever a reason you can’t see each other for a short period of time he will edit one of the pictures and send it to you. You’ll have so many pictures from him of the two of you small drawn hearts surrounding your faces. He’ll pair it with a dumb message like ‘this could be us right now but you have to work :(‘. Your coworkers think its the cutest thing ever. His kisses however convey a neediness that you only know. Hes had bad luck with relationships due to his undecided future. So when he kisses you they say please stay don’t go.

Matsukawa

Lazy kisses. On the days you have nothing to do you can find yourself curled up on the couch with no signs of him letting you leave the nest anytime soon. He’ll intentionally put something on the t.v. that neither of you will watch just so he can kiss you all day. His kisses are slow and sweet. He could spend all day just kissing you no matter how impractical you tell him that it.

Kyotani

Soft kisses. He kisses you like he has something to prove to you. Hes always afraid that one day you’ll listen to the people who call him cold and mean. Theres a desperation in his kiss that would break your heart if you understood it. You’re the one person he feels he can let his guard down around. So when its just the two of you he becomes the softest person you’ve ever met. He just holds you while pressing deep kisses to your lips.

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 4 years ago

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Take Me Home Tonight

Summary: Warren accidentally confesses to you and is forced to realize that he’s been in love with you for a while now. This is Evan’s warren lipka I just wanted to specify

Word Count: 2928

Warnings: None this is pure fluff, Warren being his usual goofy and incredibly hot self

You were having the time of your life right now, nothing was funnier than drunk Warren Lipka. He was the definition of a hot mess, one second he was grinding on some random lady on the dance floor and the next second he was passed out on the toilet, pants down and Spencer had to go and get him. You always volunteered to be their designated driver when they went out, you loved getting to see Warren like this. And because you would never get drunk in front of Warren, you knew you were a bold drunk and whatever you did he would never let you forget it.

You scanned the room trying to make sure you had eyes on them. Spencer was snoring with his head down surrounded by empty bottles and various wrappers, he was sitting at a table towards the center of the bar and Warren was near the front of the bar. He was currently fighting with some woman over the karaoke machine. Warren wrestled the microphone from her and her friends cussed him out before he flipped them off. He took the makeshift stage stumbling on the last step.

He squinted his eyes till he found you, you gave him a wave, water still in hand. He gave you a lopsided smile before pointing in your direction, pushing his hair back. “This one goes out to my girlfriend!” The crowd wolf whistled as they turned to face in your direction. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not his girlfriend!” You shouted back with a laugh.

“Yea but I wish you were!” He shouted back.

“Wait what.” You felt your eyes bulge out of your head and turn to look at Spencer, he had the same shocked look on his face. You looked at him for an explanation and he just shrugged his shoulders, as clueless as you were. Warren whispered something to the guy running the machine and a second later Eddie Money started blaring out of the speakers, drowning out your attempts to call him off the stage.

Warren bopped his head to the music, jerking his hips out, still pointing in your direction. “I feel a hunger, it’s a hunger, That tries to keep a man awake at night!” He began to sing and it was awful. He was basically screaming and his voice was raspy from all the alcohol. But he put up so much of a performance into the way he sang the audience didn't seem to care. He held eye contact with you slowly moving off the stage and towards you.

The spotlight followed his movements, the light creeping closer to your secluded corner of darkness. “Are you the answer?” Your heart pounded at the implication of his words and the way his eyes seemed alert. He continued singing until he was directly in front of you. He threw the cord around you and used it to pull you close, you stumbled into him catching yourself on his chest. He leaned forward, his close proximity making the hair on your arms stand up, he lowered his voice as he nudged the side of his head into yours. “I can feel you breathe, I can feel your heart beat faster…”

He watched you with half lidded eyes, moving closer, his lips nearly brushing against yours, but before you could make contact he pulled away from you nearly causing you to trip over the cord as he yanked it back towards him. He danced back towards the center of the bar and jumped up on the table where Spencer was at. He threw his head back and screamed out the lyrics “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT! I DON’T WANNA LET YOU GO ‘TIL YA SEE THE LIGHT!”

He waved his arm in the air, signaling the crowd to sing along with him. He nudged Spencer with his foot and he began to sing along with the rest of the bar patrons. They were all drunkenly sighing along with Warren, their gazes locked on you. He moved his arms around madly jumping up and down on the table, going absolutely crazy. You laughed watching him thrust his hips forward, matching the beat of the song. He pulled Spencer on the table with him and they both began to drunkenly sing to you, your face hurt from smiling so widely. You took out your phone and began to record their little song and dance. You also took a picture of drunk Warren pointing at you and screaming be my little baby. He had nearly slipped off the table while doing it, so it was all blurry and his eyes were wild. You made a mental note to make it your lockscreen later.

He started up at the chorus again, this time him and Spencer belting it accompanied by the other customers. “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT!” Warren jumped a little too close to the edge of the table and launched him and Spencer on the floor, knocking over the neighboring tables. You were doubled over in laughter, Warren hadn’t even stopped singing he just carried on as he laid on top of Spencer on the floor.

The security guard walked over to the two of them and picked them up by their shirt collars. He tried taking the microphone from Warren but he just held it closer still signing into it, even though the music had stopped. The security guard looked at you and called you over. “Come get your boyfriend!”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

“BUT HE WISHES HE WAS!” The bar patrons chanted together, remembering what Warren had shouted to you earlier. Your face burned in embarrassment as you want to collect them. Ripping the microphone from Warren’s hands as he whined and handed it to the security guard. The crowd cheered Warren on as you guys were escorted out, he bowed and blew kisses to the crowd. You had to drag him by his arm all the way to the car, Spencer just walked alongside you guys smiling to himself.

You shoved Warren into the passenger's seat and he groaned as he hit his head on the roof going in. Spencer laughed at him. “Shut up!” Warren called reaching into the back seat.

“Stop that!” You said, pulling him back into the front seat. You buckeld yourself in before starting up the car. “I can’t believe you got us kicked out of my favorite bar.” You scolded. You weren't really all that mad about being kicked out, you were more upset about the way Warren had said he wished you were his girlfriend. You knew that when Warren was drunk he would say and do just about anything so you learned not to take him seriously. But you had been crushing on him for years now and for a second you had felt a flicker of hope that he returned your affection.

Warren just pouted with his arms crossed for a moment before playing with your radio flicking through the channels. He smiled when he heard the song he was singing earlier again. “Oh no not again.” You said reaching over to turn the radio off, he smacked your hand away and kept his own covering the buttons.

“Warren.” You warned, glancing over to glare at him. He just smirked and started singing again.

“Come on (y/n) sing with me!”

“No.”

“I feel a hunger….” He leaned across to the seat getting really close to whisper in your ear. “Come on, you know you wanna sing with me. You know you wanna take me home tonight.” He slurred. You pushed him back into his seat laughing at his poor attempt at flirting. But it got you to play along.

“Oh yeah, I’ll take you home tonight.” You said in an over seductive voice, reaching over to run your hand up and down his thigh.

“Really?” He asked, biting his bottom lip.

‘Yeah I’m gonna take both your asses home and make sure you stay there.” You pushed your hand into his chest knocking him back into his seat.

He groaned, lulling his head to the side knocking it against the window with a soft bonk. “You’re no fun.”

You winked at him. “I know.” You softly hummed the tune to yourself the rest of the ride home and Warrens smiled to himself at watching you.

You dropped them both off at Warren’s place, he said his dad wasn't home so Spencer could crash there. Warren had nearly fallen down the stairs into the basement, but you caught him and propped him up. He blushed as you gently helped him lay down in bed and removed his shoes. You laid him down and he grabbed your hand as you moved to leave. “What, no goodnight kiss?” You rolled your eyes and moved back towards him. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, you made him lay back down and settled for a kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight Warren.” He was glad the lights were off so you couldn't see how red his face had gotten from your simple kiss. He hadn't expected you to do anything at all.

“‘Night.”

Warren woke up in the middle of the night, needing to pee. As he was washing his hands he was hit with a full memory of what had happened last night. He stumbled out of his room and made his way to Spencer who was passed out on the couch. “Dude.” He shook him. “Dude wake up!”

Spencer jolted awake. “What do you want Warren?”

“Did I do what I think I did last night?” Warren said slowly, his brows furrowed.

“If you’re asking if you indirectly confessed to (y/n) by serenading her with an Eddie Money song and then asking her to take you home tonight about a million times then yes.” Spencer curled back into himself hugging the blanket closer. He was always thankful when you made a bed for him. You always remember to give him a blanket and a pillow. Warren always forgot and he ended up having to use a newspaper or a couch cushion to keep warm. He turned back, opening one eye. “She also kissed you goodnight and left you a care package.”

“I’m sorry she kissed me?” Warren said, yanking Spencer's blanket away.

“Yes.” Spencer said bordely, blindly fumbling for his blanket. “On the forehead idiot, you asked her for a kiss and that’s all she gave you.”

“But she kissed me?”

“Yes. Now give me my blanket back.”

“One more thing.”

“What?” Spencer groaned, trying to get his blanket back. Warren kept holding it out of his reach.

“You said she left me a care package.”

“Yea, on the table.” Warren dropped the blanket back on Spencer and practically sprinted over to the table. “ But she left a gatorade for me too so don’t drink them both!” Spencer added before going back to sleep. There was a little wooden tray with a gatorade, an aspirin bottle and a whole bunch of little tricks to help with a hangover. He smiled at your sweet sentiment and downed some of the pills hoping they would ease his pounding head. He held the little care package in his hands, smiling at it unconsciously. You were always so thoughtful, you always took care of his dumbass and got him out of whatever trouble he managed to get into. You were always there for him when he needed you. He had always had lingering feelings for you but he’d brush it off as a crush, Warren Lipka didn't have “deep feelings.”

But the longer he looked at the care package you left him and as he reflected on the events of last night he couldn't deny it any longer. “Shit.” He mumbled running a hand down his face. Spencer had turned to look at him. “I’m in love with her.”

“You're just now realizing this.” Warren tossed a pillow at him and Spencer batted it away. “So what are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“What?”

“I’m just gonna hold all my feelings in until I die.”

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

Spencer sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawned out his reply. “Just tell her you liked her like a normal person.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“What if…” Spencer sensed the change of tone in Warren’s voice and he now had his full attention. “What if she doesn't like me back. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Spencer bit his lip, debating on telling Warren what you had told him. Warren noticed Spencer's suspicious behavior and his eyes narrowed. “You know something.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.” Warren plopped onto the couch beside Spencer. “Tell me.”

“I’m not really supposed to-”

“Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell-”

“Okay!” Spencer huffed. Spencer looked around as if making sure you weren't there to overhear him. “She told me that she likes you.”

“WHAT?”

“Don’t yell, I still have a hangover.” Spencer groaned, pressing his fingers to his temple. He got you to take some aspirin, Warren followed.

“She likes me, since when??” Spencer bit his lip. Warren yanked his gatorade away. “How long has she liked me spencer?””

“Since high school.”

“WHAT?”

“Dude.” Spencer yanked his gatorade back. “I told you to stop yelling.”

“You knew that she liked me since high school and you never told me.”

“She made me promise not to tell.”

Warren glared at him. He wanted to be mad but the knowledge of you liking him outweighed his anger. “And you’re sure she still likes me?’

“Yeah.”

“Positive? This ain't something I can't take a risk on. I need to be one million percent sure.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Seriously?” Spencer signed. Warren glared at him and he rolled his eyes. “Yes I’m sure she still likes you.”

Warren went up the stairs of the basement taking two at a time and yanking the door open. “Where are you going?” Spencer called up.

“To go see her.”

“But you don’t have a car. And it’s the middle of the night.”

“I don’t care and I don’t need one.” Warren slammed the door shut on his way out. Spencer winced and went to lay back down. “That idiot is going to run there.” He grumbled.

You woke up to hear pounding on your door. You were still in bed and your roommate went to answer the door. She took one look out before slamming it shut. “Who is it?” You asked.

“Your hot friend.”

You got up and opened it, Warren was on the other side, bent over and breathing really hard. “Warren?”

“Hey.” He wheezed out.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“You know it’s like 4 in the morning right?”

“Mhmm.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re really sweaty and you sound like you’re dying.”

“I’m good just give me a minute.”

“Do you wanna come in?” Warren glanced behind you and saw your roommate leaning back in her chair, trying to see what was going on.

“Nah. I-'' He took a deep breath before starting again. “I kinda want us to be alone for this.”

You closed the door behind you and leaned against it waiting for him to continue. Warren stood back up, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. He was all disheveled, still dressed in his clothes from last night. But his shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his chest to you, you did you best not to look. “So.” He started off, looking down at the floor.

“So…”

“About last night.” Warren fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I meant what I said.” He looked up to see your reaction, you were watching him with wide eyes silently asking him to continue. “I really like you, like a lot. And I have for a while now but I was too scared to admit it. I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest, you were pretty sure the whole dorm could hear it. “You… you like me?”

“Yeah.” Warren rubbed the nape of his neck, his brown eyes staring into your own, waiting to see your answer.

You smiled and glanced down at the floor. “I like you too.”

“Really?” His voice was hopeful, the edges of his lips curling into a smirk.

“Yeah.” You guys stared at each other like idiots with wide smiles on your faces.

“So…” Warren started again this time a little more brave. ‘Would you maybe like to go out sometime?”

“I would love to.”

Warren pumped his first in the air. “Yes!” You laughed and went to open the door to your dorm. “As much as I love confessing to you in the hallway it’s the middle of the night. You should probably get back to bed.” He nodded. “So I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, I’ll call you later to set up our date.”

“Okay!”

You began to close the door before Warren rushed forward, he put his hands on the door frame, stopping you from closing it. “Wait! Can you uh, can you drive me home. I don't think I would survive running all the way back.”

“Sure.” you giggled, grabbing your keys and locking the door behind you. Warren smirked at you as you guys made our way down the hall.

“So what you’re saying is you’ll take me home tonight.” He sang the last part, winking at you. You pushed his shoulder.

“Don’t make me regret saying yes to going out with you.”

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iam93percentstardust · 4 years ago

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If you’re still taking prompt, could you please write something with Steve loving Tony’s big doe expressive eyes, plus him giving tony lots of slow deep kisses and maybe a comforting talk bc Tony’s anxious about something? 🥺

Sure thing! Hope you like it!

(Thank you to @therollingstonys for helping me brainstorm and, as always, this fic can be found on my ao3)

Tony is already in bed by the time Steve comes up. Their room is dark, even the windows shaded to block out most of the light coming in from the city, and it takes Steve a moment to realize that the dark mass huddled under the blankets is, in fact, his wayward husband. He sighs softly and runs his hand through his hair, thinking of the dinner he’d prepared for the two of them that had sat out for an hour before he’d finally decided Tony wasn’t going to join him. He doesn’t know why he’d expected otherwise. He knows how Tony gets the night before something big and Tony’s been withdrawing from him for the last couple of days; he should have seen this coming.

“So this is where you’ve been all day,” he says quietly. Tony shifts but doesn’t move out from under the blankets. “JARVIS, lights to 15%.”

JARVIS obligingly turns the lights up, raising them just enough that Steve doesn’t have to strain his eyes in the dark. Tony doesn’t protest the change, which is a good sign. It means that he’s stressed and anxious but he’s not actively trying to hide away.

Steve crosses the room, shedding clothes as he goes so that he’s down to only his boxers by the time he reaches the bed. He climbs up and stretches out over Tony’s body, hovering above him on his hands and knees. From his vantage point, he can see the tiny tuft of hair that’s sticking out from the blankets but that’s it.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “You wanna talk about it?”

Tony makes a dissenting noise and the blankets shift, like he’s shaking his head.

“Can I at least see you?”

Another dissenting noise.

“Come on,” he cajoles. “Can’t I see those beautiful brown eyes?”

“No,” comes the grumbled reply.

He bites back a smile. Wouldn’t do to look amused when Tony’s clearly so distressed. “Are you sure? I haven’t gotten to see them all day,” he asks instead, voice low and teasing, devoid of anything that Tony might take as disapproval. If Steve is right about what’s going through Tony’s head right now—and he’s pretty sure he is—he needs to be very careful about what he says.

It takes a moment but Tony eventually shifts enough that his entire head is poking out from under the blankets. He looks exhausted, worn out from stress and worry, and there are deep shadows under those brown eyes he loves so much, but he’s still the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen.

“There they are.” He smiles fondly at his husband and leans down to kiss him. It’s meant to be a quick, reassuring thing, but as so often happens, he gets caught up in the feel of Tony’s lips against his, how he tastes, how perfect he looks in that single moment before his eyes flutter closed, and Steve finds himself drawing the kiss out into something slow and lingering.

When he eventually pulls away, Tony’s eyes are dazed and slightly out of focus. Steve can’t resist leaning back down again and brushing a kiss over Tony’s right eyebrow. Tony’s eyes slip closed again as he sighs and Steve kisses each trembling eyelid before pulling back.

“What’s got you so worked up, hmm, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

Tony wiggles out from under the sheets just a little more, enough so that his whole head and the tops of his shoulders are uncovered. “I—” he begins and then bites his lip.

Steve thinks he knows what this is all about and he thinks Tony might be feeling too seen already to admit what’s going on in that big brain of his. He rolls off of Tony, onto his side, and slides under the covers, tucking himself up against his husband’s side, who rolls over to face him. Steve shifts them so that Tony’s leg is thrown over his hip, his head tucked under Steve’s chin, into his chest. He can’t see Tony’s face like this—he’s already missing the sight—but he thinks Tony feels like he needs to hide so he can be open as he should be.

“Better?” he asks.

Tony nods, his beard scratching on Steve’s naked chest.

“So is this about tomorrow then?”

Tony nods again, voice muffled when he says, “I’m going to be a horrible father.”

“You’re not,” Steve says, even though he knows it’s a platitude that barely even makes a dent in Tony’s lack of self-worth. He just can’t stop himself. He hates hearing Tony put himself down like this.

“I am,” Tony says matter-of-factly. “I’m going to be just like Howard and I’m going to ruin this child.”

Steve bites back a sigh—Tony would take it the wrong way right now—and instead presses a kiss to Tony’s hair. “You’re not going to ruin them.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

Because for one thing, I’ll be right here to help you raise them, which puts me ahead of Maria for one, he thinks. But he knows better than to voice that opinion out loud. He doesn’t know why Tony is so insistent on idolizing his mother, who was so frequently absentee, except that she was slightly more loving than Howard had been. And to Tony, so very attention-starved as a child, even slightly was better than nothing.

“Because you’re already thinking about them,” he says. “You’re already worried about how you’re going to take care of them, planning contingencies for every little thing that could possibly go wrong. Parents like Howard don’t do that.”

Tony is quiet for long enough that Steve lifts his chin up and kisses him again, trying to soothe away Tony’s anxieties with every sweep of his tongue. Tony’s arms slide around his waist, clinging to him as he kisses back. Time slides by as they kiss, minutes, hours, who knows? All that matters is the feeling of Tony’s body against his, the taste of his tongue in his mouth.

“This could go so badly wrong,” Tony whispers when he finally pulls away.

Steve tells himself it’s pointless to mourn the loss of Tony’s kiss and points out, “Sweetheart, that would be true even if we were the best parents in the world and had successfully raised five other kids.”

“But—”

“No buts,” Steve interrupts firmly. “You’re not alone. I’m here right by your side. Pepper and Rhodey are here with you. Nat, Bucky and Clint—oh wait, maybe we shouldn’t count Clint.”

To his relief, Tony laughs, tucking his head back under Steve’s chin as he shakes. Steve smiles and brushes another kiss over Tony’s hair, holding him as close as he can. He wishes they could be like this forever, but at the same time, he’s so excited for what tomorrow will bring.

“I just don’t want to mess this up,” Tony admits once he’s stopped laughing.

“That’s what parenting is,” Steve says softly. He’s just as terrified of getting it wrong as Tony is, but he knows that there’s no one way to get it right. “We’ll make mistakes, but we’ll do it together and hey, I think between the two of us, we’ll manage to raise a pretty decent kid. If they’re even a tiny bit like you, I know we’ll have done a great job.”

“Or like you.”

“Oh no, definitely not. I pick way too many fights.”

“But for all the right reasons.”

“That’s not what Bucky says.”

“That’s because you keep dragging Bucky into your fights.”

“That sounds like a him problem.”

“It wouldn’t be if you would just pick your battles.”

“I have picked them,” Steve argues. “I’ve picked all of them.”

Tony laughs again and raises his head to peck Steve on the lips. “Okay you’re right. I hope mini-Stark doesn’t turn out anything like you.”

“I hope they’re just like you,” Steve says, smiling down at him. He’s so lucky. Not everyone gets to spend their life with the person they love more than anything, but Steve not only gets to have Tony but their child as well. “Beautiful and generous and too smart for their own good.” He can see the argument forming on Tony’s face so he quickly adds, “Did Pepper ever decide what she wanted for her present for being our surrogate?”

Tony groans. “Jimmy Choo’s entire spring line.”

Steve winces. “Sounds expensive.”

“Good thing you married a billionaire then, isn’t it?”

He shakes his head. “Good thing I married you.”

Tony’s smile is soft and sweet. “Everything changes tomorrow, doesn’t it?”

“For the better,” Steve promises.

This time, Tony just nods and says, “Yeah,” instead of arguing. Then his smile turns a little coy. “Last night we’ll have to ourselves for a very long time. We should make the most of it.”

Steve grins and takes the hint, leaning in to kiss him again.

He comes home from his run a week later to find Tony asleep on the couch, a newborn Morgan Stark-Rogers also asleep on his chest. Tony’s hand rests on her back, keeping her safe against him. Steve smiles at the sight, a wave of affection for the two most important people in his life washing over him. He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of the two of them together, setting it as his new lockscreen. Tony will have another anxiety attack eventually and when that happens, he’ll pull this picture out and show it to him.

Tony thinks he won’t be a good parent.

Steve looks at him and knows he already is.

They’re going to be just fine.

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prplocks · 11 months ago

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uwuwriting · 5 years ago

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Todoroki, Dabi, Shinsou and Hawks w/ a badass dancer s/o

Request: hello!! may i request hawks dabi n shinsou (shoto if ur feeling generous!!) hcs where their sweet adorable s/o suddenly turns into a badass charismatic dancer when fire ass music plays and shes out there vibin and feelin herself (no not in that way btw😳) - @highest-quality-of-trash

I legit laugh so hard with theses dancing asks bc I can totally imagine them trying to put their jaw back in place after the witness you throw it back. Oml I love these types of crackhead asks. Hope you like it. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

rules

warnings: slightly suggestive here and there

Todoroki Shouto

-You are so shy and he loves it.

-Legit when you hide behind him and grasp his hand while you are going through a crowded area he just MELTS.

-HE A SIMP FOR YOUR ASS.

-When you sneeze and it’s one of those kitten sneezes he will give you the world.

-Your laugh is his favorite sound and he loves it even more when he is the reason behind your laughter.

-He knows that he isn’t the most expressive person so he tends to make up for it with cuddles and cute dates.

-You are his lockscreen.

-It’s a picture of you cuddled up in his bed wearing his hoodie, fast asleep with the most adorable pout on your face.

-Whenever he opens his phone he falls in love all over again.

-You are his little cinnamon roll and he will protect you with his life.

-So when ‘My Type’ starts playing while yall are hanging out with your class in the dorms he is shocked by how you freeze mid sentence.

-You immediately lock eyes with Mina and hop off his lap in a flash and start dancing like crazy.

-The choreography wasn’t perfect, Mina and Uraraka messed up a few and Jiro didn’t know half of the moves.

-But you??

-You got the whole class shooketh.

-You didn’t miss a beat and got all the moves right.

-Todoroki was like 👀👀👀.

-Bc you kinda shaking your ass at some moves and boy is watching you like a hawk.

-When the lyrics say ‘that’s my type’ you always turn around and wink or look at him.

-Boy got butterflies in his stomach.

-When the song ends and you come to sit back down like nothing happened everyone is looking at you.

- “I learn them from tik tok...”

- “LAST I CHECKED TIK TOK COULDN’T DANCE THAT GOOD!!”

-Mineta said that.

-Mineta became an ice cube after that comment.

-Todoroki will ask you to dance for him every so often and even decides to learn some dances so he can join you.

-Wholesome in general but won’t hesitate to turn dirty if you give him the necessary signs.

Dabi

-We know he’s nasty.

-How he manage to land someone so adorable and sweet as you is beyond the league’s comprehension.

-They shouldn’t underestimate you because they have seen you in action and dear lord you are terrifying.

-But alas you are a cinnamon roll around them and absolutely adorable.

-Most of them had bet that Dabi would have corrupted you at this point and you would have lost your sweetness but they were proven wrong.

-Even after all this time with him you are still the same cinnamon roll.

-They all love you.

-So when Dabi tells them that you are one hell of a dancer and that you like the most badass songs they laugh at him.

-You?

-Dirty dancing?

-Twerking?

-Yeah right.

-So the next time yall are chilling in his room he purposefully set his phone up in a corner and put on ‘Anaconda’

-A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

-He should enjoy this.

-The moment you start bopping your head along side the beat he knows shit is going down.

-Soon you are full on twerking and doing all kinds of moves that gets him going as well.

-Once the song ends he wastes no time to throw you on the bed.

-The video was too ....intense and the league didn’t need to see what happened after your little dancing session.

-They heard it well enough they didn’t have to see it as well.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-He isn’t an open person and he would want someone who is soft spoken and sweet.

-His body and soul crave affection and gentleness so it’s not like he would be looking for someone like that because he knows their his type.

-It just feels right.

-So when he found you the sweet girl in the hero course while he was training along side you he was smitten.

-Soon he found the courage to ask you out and now you two are a thing that most of your friends believe will lead to something more.

-Something that will last well after high school is over.

-They just know by the way you two look at each other.

-You are his sweetheart and his adorable little kitten.

-He would do anything for you.

-Just like Shouto he has you as his lockscreen.

-Its a photo pf you on his lap wearing one of his hoodies and doing small ears with your hands.

-An adorable photo he took while gaming,

-He remembers it so clearly.

-He was so tired after practice but you were there to cheer him up.

-You always were.

-He believed you were so innocent and pure.

-That is until the song ‘Numb’ came on and you went crazy.

-You two were studying and you had put on some music from your phone when the song changed to that one.

-In a flash you were on your feet dancing along with the music moving your body like a professional dancer.

-He took out his phone once he got out of his trance and started recording you.

-He made the video his secret wallpaper...*like that Timothe meme*

-Once the song is over he’s so fixated on your ass that you have to shake his shoulder to bring him back to reality.

-Needless to say that studying is long forgotten and Shinsou has something else to DO at the moment.

Hawks/Keigo Takami

*he looks so dumb here smh*

-He loves your sweet and caring nature.

-He’s craving for some nurturing and affection since he has never gotten any so having you by his side is a huge upgrade than his previous state.

-He loves you to the moon and back.

-Has a folder full of photos of you.

-Selfies you had sent him, photos he had taken himself and some silly stuff you two had done.

-He low-key expected you to be freaky in one way or another.

-He just didn’t expect it to be dance.

-It was date night and you had decided to cook dinner.

-You asked him to put on some music and you went back to checking on your meal.

-Then it happened.

-It was a classic and an old song at that but you knew the calling of dance when you heard it.

-’Beautiful Liar’ was a marvelous song and the music video made things even better.

-Keigo expected you to know the song and sway your hips to the rythem.

-But when you copied Shakira’s every move flawlessly he let his jaw drop to the floor.

-Drool was starting to drip down his chin as he watched your hips move up and down or how you leaned on the fridge to do that arch-your-back-off-the-wall move.

-Boy was mesmerized beyond belief.

-Then the instrumental part came on and you danced to it flawlessly.

-The song was over way too soon and Keigo wanted more.

-So what did he do?

-He made you to put the food aside and give him a lap dance.

-Because he dump like dat.

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h2bakugou · 5 years ago

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Idk if you do these kind of requests or not, but Amajiki, Tomura, Chisaki and Kacchan and their gf who’s on her period and she’s feeling low and just not herself???

a/n: i do hun! i did a similar period hc but this is different and i haven’t done these characters so here ya go love!

headcanon: them with a s/o who’s not feeling good on their period

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

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tamaki amajiki

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Tamaki is a sweetheart. He is there for you and will hold you until you feel better.

He’s a little shy but he really cares about you, and when it comes to the people he cares and loves, this boy will go to the ends of the Earth for you.

Soft kisses on your cheek or forehead.

Holds you in his arms while you play with his hair or snuggle into his neck.

When you’re not feeling your best, Tamaki is there to reassure you. Granted he struggles too, he hates seeing you like this.

“Bunny, you’re amazing, please don’t say such awful things about yourself.”

His indigo eyes are full of love and meaning, and you can clearly tell that he wants to say more, but will leave it at that for now.

Knowing that Tamaki has his own struggles with things like that, it really means a lot to hear him say that to you.

Tamaki knows how to take care of you and will probably not leave your side unless you need him too, or want some space.

Sleeping with Tamaki is one of the purest forms of love honestly. He’s holding you close while still allowing you to move if you ever get uncomfortable. His fingers delicately trace shapes and words out on your skin as your snoring softly beside him.

It’s nothing weird or funny, he’s not trying to pull any stunts, it’s just the two of you, sleeping, or worn-out and resting.

It’s him loving you and making sure that you’re feeling okay.

It’s him reassuring you that you are precious and that bad days happen and there’s not much you can do but let them pass.

love this soft boy !!

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tomura shigaraki

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As much as I am a Shigaraki stan, I feel like this man’s first reaction would be disgust.

“What is coming from where?”

“It’s called menstruation-”

But on a real note, he probably never had a proper sex education class, and everything he learned about anatomy and stuff was either picked up from someone else, or learnt about from a game or movie.

Onto the headcanon stuff, overall I feel like once he comes to terms with what’s happening, he’s protective and caring.

Doesn’t like when the members of his league, let alone the people closet to him in both platonic and romantic ways, get hurt.

So seeing you in almost constant discomfort and pain is agonizing to watch.

By your side most of the time unless you want him to leave you alone, which is a struggle because he is persistent and bratty in the best ways.

‘I’m not leaving you-”

“Tomura, I just want some space.”

“Shut up and let me hold you.”

He takes your huff as a sign of agreement, but eventually it’s those same arms that you wanted gone, the arms you’d fallen asleep in.

Tomura probably acts like he’s the one on the period.

He’s ordering Dabi, Kurogiri, or anyone else who steps into view to get things for you so he can watch you 24/7.

Okay but as annoying loving as Tomura is, I could also see him getting frustrated with you.

“You clearly don’t feel good so just lay down and get some rest!”

“But I don’t want to!” You’re pacing around the room you share with Tomura while he stands by the door.

“Lay down.” Tomura orders.

“Make me.”

It’s a simple phrase that comes with varying consequences, this time, it’s being slung over his shoulder and tossed onto the bed, force down by him just laying on top of you like a human blanket.

“T-Tomura! That hurts!” You breathe out.

Eventually rolls off of you and just holds you close, getting some much needed rest.

Hates seeing you look down on yourself during this time because he truly loves you. He’s learned to love because of you.

“You’re the only idiot I tolerate in this shit hole. You’re fine the way you are.”

“Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

Maybe he isn’t the best with words, but his actions, aka the hoards of hugs and kisses, are what show you he cares.

In the nicest way possible, he is the epitome of “alright babe i’m in the pad isle, what size pussy do u wear?” but he’S LEARNING

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katsuki bakugou

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Katsuki Bakugou is probably one of the most sensible guys to help you when you’re on your period.

He’s going to be there for you, bring you snacks if you need them, provide warmth and cuddles when it’s time to sleep or if you have cramps, but he also isn’t going to put up with you if you get grumpy.

He knows that that kind of stuff tends to happen, and he doesn’t want to make it worse by angering you more. He’s struggled with restraint, but when it comes to you, it’s both easy and challenging.

He wants to be there for you, but he knows you might need your space.

When he sees you talking down about yourself or feeling low, this man is going to beat the shit out of you verbally. He’s showing you love and affection by yelling at you. All kind words of course.

“You’re fucking beautiful! And you’re not worthless!”

“Suki, it’s one am-”

“But you’re mumbling about how you aren’t good enough and that’s bullshit.”

“Alright alright, I get it, I’ll stop.” You say softly, closing your eyes while trying to fall back asleep beside your loud boyfriend.

“Yeah you better or I’ll have to kiss you, dumbass.”

“Kissing me is a punishment?”

“You know what I meant!”

He’s flustered

Holds you close when you can’t get comfy.

Kisses you a fuckton oh my god.

Kisses you when you say bad things about yourself, kisses you to show he loves you, kisses you when you’re kinda grumpy, kisses you when you’re not mad, you get the idea.

He just wants to see you smile, and kissing you is one of those ways that makes you flustered and makes you smile that goofy smile that Bakugou fell in love with.

I mentioned this in another headcanon, but this man’s hands are period cramp relievers- place those bad boys over the pain and relax.

They’re warm, and big, and it’s also cozy and securing laying in his arms.

The best way to lay on Bakugou is to get up under his sweater and tuck yourself onto his chest, placing his hands over your sides and dozing off.

He’ll steal a few kisses, and probably take a cheesy selfie to set as his lockscreen later, but he’s not far behind you in the sleeping department.

Genuinely doesn’t see how you don’t see yourself like a goddess. But nonetheless, he will never stop complimenting you and reassuring you.

He loves you so much, and he’ll be damned if you see yourself as anything less than what you are, and that’s truly amazing.

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kai chisaki

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This man is smart, arrogant, and driven, but sometimes he can be a bit of an asshole.

Will obviously be at your side if you need anything, after all, you are his top priority.

This could go a few ways. If he’s comfortable with you, and overcoming his mysophobia, he’ll do everything he can and is comfortable with to make sure you’re okay.

If he’s still struggling with germs, he may not be physically affectionate, but he’ll do his best.

I feel like Chisaki probably shows his love through gifts, or at least to an extent he’ll try to show his love with presents.

But when he comes to terms with his feelings, he’s a man of words. He’ll say how he feels before he shows it. And it’s hard because actions do speak louder than words. And sometimes not being able to kiss or hug Chisaki is hard.

But his reassuring really hits different. Because Chisaki isn’t one for affection. He runs a gang, or a section of a larger gang. He didn’t have time for relationships before he met you, and he probably could’ve gone years before he ‘settled down’ if he hadn’t met you.

So hearing Chisaki tell you that he loves you and that you are not disgusting or pathetic, you know it means something.

You’re fully tended to when it comes to things like snacks, drinks, hygiene products, it’s all taken care for and Chisaki wouldn’t have it any other way.

He is here to take care of you unless he’s told otherwise. If it’s space you want, he’ll give it to you, but not before he knows you’re completely okay and that you won’t need anything while you want space.

If he’s comfortable with getting physical, his hugs are sweet. Just being held by him is a blessing. His kisses are even better. It’s always a private thing, he’s not just going to whip his mask off and kiss you in the middle of the hallway, despite how much he’d want too.

Chisaki works and he works hard. So it wouldn’t be rare if he only ever cared for you at night/during the morning. Of course he’ll spend time with you during lunch or if he’s got a break, but he can’t spend every minute of the day with you.

But I think not seeing him constantly is what makes spending time with him that much better.

You’ve got something to look forward too, as does he. He enjoys coming back from a long day, to take a nice shower and climb into bed with his favorite person and hold you until you both fall asleep.

Kisses you on your shoulder, neck and cheek the most. Hugs you from behind and cuddles you by wrapping his arm over your side, having your back pressed to him.

He genuinely hates seeing you talk down about yourself, but he’s not going to constantly remind you that you’re gorgeous and nothing is wrong with you.

It’s hard to love yourself, but he knows deep down that you’re special and you’ll realize it sooner or later.

Overall, Chisaki is a pretty sweet guy, but he’s resilient and reserved. He knows what he wants, and he’ll do anything in his power to make you feel better.

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kpopcrockpot · 4 years ago

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OnlyOneOf as Boyfriends

Summary: My headcanons on what I think the OOO boys would be like as boyfriends. These are just for funsies and just my own entertainment. Let me know what you think! 💕

A/N: Proofed by @bfsubin whom I love dearly 💕

Categories: fluff, shameless flirting

Coffee shop dates where you sit for hours and talk about anything and everything

Always makes time to check in with you, even when he’s busy

Holds your hand while he’s driving

Would absolutely make a song for you, and play it for you in his studio

He looks so relieved when you tell him you love it, and kisses you under the multicolored lights

You own several items of clothing from him, whether he gifted them to you or you “borrowed” them and he “forgot” to ask for them back

He invites you with him to all the random places he goes for inspiration--museums, cafes, shops, parks, etc.

Conversations with Kyubin are never boring-- he’s got loads of random knowledge and loves sharing all of it with you if you’ll listen

He loves to see you laugh, so any joke he can crack to make you smile is a win in his book

Professional Big Spoon, can’t fall asleep without you tucked into his arms

If you’re upset about something, he’ll hold you to his chest, facing him, and kiss the top of your head

Love

Food is very important to him okay

He’s either cooking for you or bringing takeout when he knows you’ve had a long day

Has definitely puppy-eyed his way into feeding you once or twice

His lockscreen is a picture of you with his dogs, and he is known to refer to you as their mom

He tells you he loves you all the time, like he thinks you’re gonna forget if he doesn’t

Likes to have you nearby when he’s composing a song

He’ll never run out of inspiration that way

--all he has to do is look up at you and the music just comes to him

Makes his own vlogs just for him to look back on later, and includes you in them

He’s really good about letting you pick where you visit or eat

He often buys you plants while he’s out, even if it’s just a potted orchid or a little succulent

His entire family and friend group know about you before long, and Love nervously asks you if you want to meet them

It makes him so happy when you do, and everyone loves you just as much as he does

Rie

Loves to dance with you and show you his choreography before he brings it to the group

Very affectionate, and has no hesitation about kissing you whenever/wherever

Loves to tease you and joke with you-- cute banter is his preferred mode of communication

Sticking tongues out at each other from across the room

Plays with your fingers absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

When he sleeps, he curls up against you and hugs you close

If you move, he doesn’t wake up-- he just pulls you closer and hums in his sleep

Touches your butt a lot

Likes to give you his hats to wear if it’s cold out, especially the cute ones with ears on them

Deep conversations when you stay up late at night

He loves to put his arms around you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder

Always makes it a point to make you feel included in group activities

Chooses you for his team every single time

Yoojung

Making tea for the two of you and then sitting down to do crafts together

Plays with your hair if you’ve had a bad day, or if you can’t sleep, or if he just wants to

Self-Care King is 100% gonna make sure you’re taking care of yourself too

Face masks and scented candles are frequent gifts from him

His favorite way to spend a Friday night is having a Harry Potter marathon with you, complete with popcorn and a blanket fort

Likely to surprise you with flowers--a bright, mixed bundle of them bound in paper and twine

If not flowers, then coffee

The man knows that the key to keeping you happy is keeping you caffeinated

His camera reel is full of selfies of the two of you trying out various and increasingly ridiculous snapchat filters

Pulling pranks on the others together

Generally just being weird and dramatic together

He’s shown you his signed Taemin CD like five times but he’s cute when he’s excited

Any time he falls or trips over something, he comes pouting to you for a kiss to make it better

Junji

Shy boy at first, but once he gets comfortable around you, he opens up a bit

With Junji, comfort also means he can be weird around you

From strange little inside jokes to doing weird dances together

Jokingly gifts you with a comb as a symbol of his love

But he still looks very proud of himself when he makes you laugh

His phone is full of videos of you playing with his cat

He makes a point to ask you often, how you’re feeling and if there’s anything he can do to make you happier

He watches horror movies with you even though he’s terrified of them

Which means he usually lets you lean against him on the couch so he can hide his face in your shoulder during scary scenes

Sometimes when he does crafts for a vlog, he gives you whatever he made instead of keeping it for himself

Especially if it’s a theme or color you would like

His eyes light up when he sees you, no matter how long it’s been since he saw you last

Favorite couple activity? Taking naps lol

Invites you to his horseback riding events, and always finds you in the crowd

Mill

Not the most physically affectionate, but he insists on taking a million pictures with you

You figure out pretty quickly that that’s his way of showing he loves you

If that didn’t make his feelings obvious, they certainly are when he lets you win at MarioKart

He doesn’t just do that for anyone you know

You’re also the only one that can convince him to stop stealing Love’s food, and this does not go unnoticed

The guys make fun of Mill for being whipped, but he takes it in stride

You balance out the affection by roasting each other alive at every opportunity, even in public

He gets butthurt over third-wheeling with Love and Nine during group activities so he comes to you for comfort

You realized you’re his comfort human after he got a haircut that he hated and needed many, many reassurances (specifically from you) that he still looked cute

He picks out movies to show you because he thinks you’d like them

Gives you his cardigans to wear and loves seeing you in them

Nine

Plays guitar for you

Prefers to play video games with you near him

Whether it’s with your head on his chest or him leaning against you, he just feels comfier that way

Whines when you’re not giving him attention

Especially if you’re giving more attention to one of the guys

When things get more serious, you notice that Nine listens to you

Like really listens to you

He hears everything you say and responds to it in kind, respecting your ideas and feelings

That being said, he’s also a mischievous person

He’s most likely to flirt with you shamelessly around others, even (especially) if it makes you blush

Even if you scold him, he just does aegyo and uses his cute charms until you forgive him

Every time he buys himself a plushie, he buys you one too

You have a quickly-growing pile of them on your bed, but they’re nice to snuggle with when Nine is away

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karasuno-chaos · 4 years ago

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Window Shopping (Asahi x Reader)

When Asahi has trouble finding inspiration, you know just how to help him.

Word Count: 1,261

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He’s smiling as you weave through the stream of shoppers, your fingers entwined so you don’t get separated. You never knew someone could get such pleasure from window shopping, but his eyes scan the storefronts and signs with eagerness and enthusiasm. It makes you smile as you follow him.

He needed this. You can always tell when Asahi needs a little extra inspiration. He loves his job, but it demands a lot of creativity, and that’s an impulse that is hard to wrangle. Every once in a while, you notice his enthusiasm dim and a worry settle behind his brow when new ideas are slow to come. You know the best way to help is to get him out of his head and onto the streets, so on your next mutual day off, you plan a trip to the shopping district.

Despite the small puddles left by the morning’s rain, the sidewalks bustle with people. You are thankful for your boyfriend’s warm hand tethering you to him as you weave slowly amongst strangers. You have no distinct destination and yield to those moving with a purpose. Sometimes on these outings you find a cafe and people watch for an hour. Inspiration blooms from the crowds as often as it does from the window displays, so you keep an eye out for potential spots to sit while Asahi studies the people and shops.

He drifts towards a window, and you follow. You stop in front of a mannequin in some ridiculous pose that is probably meant to make the outfit it wears look particularly cool, but you’ve never seen anyone stand like that unless they were trying to be funny.

Asahi studies whatever caught his attention, but you look at your reflection in the window, fractured slightly by raindrops lingering on the glass. You like how you look standing beside each other with your hands comfortably clasped between you. Fondness flutters in your chest. You’re both good at setting time aside for dates and quality time, but you don’t have many pictures together. There’s a certain comfort and affection you see when you stand together like this that encapsulates your love.

The lighting and angle is just right to snap a picture with your phone. Then you make a silly face and take another to send to Noya. Last you’d heard, your best friend is somewhere in Africa helping on a wildlife sanctuary and is in and out of cell service all day, but he likes getting mundane updates from you and your boyfriend. It helps you feel connected when he’s half the world away.

Asahi is still staring through the window when you tuck your phone away. You squeeze his hand to get his attention.

“Like what you see?” you ask.

“Mostly.” He squeezes your hand in reply. You see fondness in his eyes, but you can also read a familiar hesitation that makes you smile.

“We can go in if you want.”

“Are you sure? You’re not tired of walking around?”

“Not at all. I could keep going all day!”

Relief replaces the hesitation, and he squeezes your hand again as he leads the way into the shop. You love how considerate he is, even though you emphasized on the drive over that he is free to wander wherever his ideas take him.

He makes his way to the hangers of shirts to find the one featured on the mannequin. You release his hand to let him search unhindered, watching as he switches to designer mode. You don’t get to watch him work often. He’s still a little shy about designing, though the successful completion of several projects has boosted his confidence. You treasure the moments when you get to see him in his element, when his focus narrows to what he can make, translating his ideas to reality. You’re not sure how he does it, but it delights you every time.

You wander nearby to let him work through his thoughts undistracted. You’ve passed by this store before but never been inside. It doesn’t cater to your style or price range. There are a couple of pieces you might consider trying on if you were in the mood, but today you’re content to just look.

Cocking your head, you wonder what Asahi sees when he looks at clothes. If you were to deconstruct the shirt in front of you, where would you start? There are so many elements to it - material, colors, the cut and shaping of the pattern - that you wouldn’t know where to start. It’s amazing how your boyfriend can pull it apart in a glance and rebuild it with the slightest changes to create something brilliant.

��Y/N,” he calls softly, bringing you back to his side.

“Yes?”

“What do you think?”

You look at the shirt he’s been studying. Honestly, it looks like a dozen other shirts in the store save for the blocky pattern of the fabric. But you try to see what caught his attention from the window. The asymmetrical hemline adds some interest, but the cuffs on the sleeves seem wrong, though you’re not sure exactly how. Maybe they should be thinner? But then they won’t match the collar, which looks good as is.

“It’s nice,” you say. “The sleeves bug me a little, but I like the hem.”

“Yeah, I would change the sleeves,” he agrees. “Chop them off, make them short sleeves and do away with the cuffs. They don’t work with the fabric. And I’d adjust the cut a little so it drapes better. Probably change the fabric to something lighter, maybe a rayon blend? Or a nice knit cotton. And I’d shift the pattern so it follows the angle of the hemline.”

You smile as you listen to him redesign the garment, using his magical imagination to make it new, to make it his. The spark of inspiration dances in his eyes, and you see him: Asahi the designer, yet another side of the man you love so much.

You slide your arm around his waist and press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Write it down before you forget,” you tell him. He chuckles as he pulls a small notebook from his inner jacket pocket. He’s usually good at remembering his ideas, but forgetfulness can be just as frustrating as a lack of inspiration, so you do what you can to help with that, too.

You check your phone while he jots down notes and a quick sketch. Noya must have service today because he’d sent a string of emojis and half-formed thoughts in reply to your photo. You craft an equally chaotic response that has you grinning.

“Is that Noya?” Asahi asks, returning the shirt to the rack and pocketing his notebook.

“Yeah.” You show your boyfriend the texts.

“That’s a good picture,” he says, squeezing your shoulder affectionately.

“It is. I’ve already set it as my new lockscreen.”

“You should send it to me later. Then we can match.”

“Aw, you’re cute. Finished with your notes?”

“Yes.”

“Anything else you want to look at here?”

Asahi scans the store, but nothing else catches his eye.

“Are you hungry? Do you want to take a break?”

“Not particularly.” You grab his hand again as you step back onto the sidewalk. “I’m fine wandering a little longer if you are.”

“Okay. Let me know if you want to stop anytime.”

“I will.”

You share a smile before his eyes return to the crowd and storefronts. Gripping his hand, you head off toward the next moment of inspiration.

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hajimewhore · 4 years ago

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Amusement Park Date🎢 (Ushijima Wakatoshi/Reader) ➸sfw, gn!Reader, 1.3k+ words ➷fluff, established relationship, lil kisses, really just a cute drabble that got too long, introspection into your relationship with Ushiwaka ➷Ushiwaka mini playlist: Airplane Mode♫ Daft Pretty Boys♫ Rings♫ I LOVE YOU 3000 II♫

You snort, trying to stifle your laugh with the back of a hand when your eyes catch the display screen showcasing images of the park’s guests. Some coasters have a hidden camera installed to catch you when you least expect it, at the steepest drop during the ride, the collection of photographs are then displayed at the rollercoaster’s exit for purchase (or in your case, a quick snap of your phone’s camera).

The slideshow took it’s sweet time to shuffle through the images, but once it landed on your coaster’s photo, you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up.

Ushijima is stone faced in the image, a severe juxtaposition to your animated features. Upon any normal person’s inspection, they’d see the image at face value, thinking ‘that man must be seriously unbothered!’

Though after dating Ushijima for a few years, you’ve learned to pick up on the most minute details.

He’s got a death grip on the rails, hands tightened around the seat bars as if the 190 pound guy could fly out the top. His perfectly cut jaw is tightened, teeth probably gnashing as he bites back a scream. His eyebrows are raised ever so slightly, similar to his widened eyes. All nearly imperceptible signs that show just how wildly uncomfortable Ushijima felt during the ride, and you’re changing your lockscreen to it.

It seems he isn’t familiar with the jarring spins, jerks, and dips that amusement park rides entail—you start to recall he may have mentioned he’d never been on one before, and that he was looking forward to experiencing new things on your date.

A sentiment he is surely taking back at the moment, though it does please you with a chest-encompassing warmth that he still followed along, toughing out the rollercoasters on your checklist.

You’re surprised he lasted through all the rides you completed without making his discomfort apparent, the sun’s already started setting and you’ve explored a majority of the park. You mentally scold and punch yourself for failing to recognize Ushijima’s unease sooner, you probably should’ve stopped at the fourth or fifth ride.

When you notice his brows are furrowed tighter than usual, a pang of sympathy envelops you. Before you can ask if he wants to grab water, or rest somewhere, his deep voice fills your ears,

“Can we...” Ushijima pauses, deliberating for a second, “Grab something to eat?” he blinks, expression neutral as ever.

You sense he’s actually asking for a break from the rollercoasters rather than craving for something, but he’s asking in a roundabout and not so subtle way. You’d already eaten fairly recently, after all.

The method surprises you, considering he’s usually straightforward to a fault.

“Of course Wakatoshi,” you have to lean up to his height to wrap your arms around his neck, coaxing him into a soft kiss.

He presses his lips to yours without hesitation, accepting the gesture. You take it in stride with a bright smile, corners of your lips turning up into the kiss. You almost giggle when you feel his long lashes brush against your delicate skin.

You suspect Ushijima didn’t want to hold you back from having a good time, which is probably the same reason he suffered through 6 rollercoasters with you, and as a result suggested an alternative for you to enjoy instead. Spinning death traps are not for everyone, you suppose, and you aren’t opposed to trying one of the myriad of dessert places you spotted earlier.

“I’m craving something sweet, actually. You can pick where we go!”

“Doesn’t matter to me.”

Ushijima pulls back from your kiss, serious countenance making its comeback.

From an outsider’s perspective, Ushijima probably seems like an aloof or indifferent boyfriend, but you knew better. It was his acts of service that enabled that sunny smile to cross your features, the way he wholeheartedly steps out of his comfort zone for you, how he’s learned to stray from his reserved habits in order to make things work.

Ushijima links his hand with yours, and you feel as thrilled as the first time he did it. Initially, he never bothered with hand holding. It took a while for Ushijima to understand the domesticity of something simple, like holding hands, and how special it could be for you. When he figured it out, he made sure to interlock your hands more often, fingers laced together and held steadily at his side.

“Alright, this way then!”

You usher him along, tugging his palm gently to make way for the ice cream shop you had in mind. Ushijima accepts the change of direction as he walks in step with you (a difficult task for someone so tall, and you appreciate the sweet yet silent gesture).

Walking along, weaving between couples and groups, Ushijima’s hand remains linked with yours. When you peek at him, your heart almost fully stops in your chest.

He looks stunning. Every neon sign and coaster you pace by paints Ushijima’s features with the vivid shades of every color on the spectrum.

The brilliant purples suit him best, but you think the crisp evergreens and hazy red glows are equally striking, illuminating his features so well. You didn’t think you could fall in love with him again and again so easily, but something as simple as the lighting in the area proves that theory wrong.

You whisk him away to your go-to dessert spot before he can catch you staring, eager to continue your amusement park date. On the other hand, Ushijima is just content to be close to you and away from the dizzying, literal head spinning rides.

“Let’s share a sundae! This one has a lot of treats and candies that go on top... tons of whipped cream, edible sparkles, not to mention it’s huge too!”

You gush, eyeballing the lurid stock photo picturing the absolute monstrosity of an ice cream sundae.

“Alright.”

Ushijima looks to be impartial to your request, relaying the order to your server. But his gaze is soft, at a complete loss for the harsh edges he naturally maintains. The subtle shift in his expression clues you in to his endearment for your ice cream enthusiasm, and you preen to yourself upon the realization.

You know Ushijima is subject to being labeled as that indifferent, aloof, and stone faced boyfriend.

But to you, he doesn’t need a smile that’s a mile wide. You can clearly see the soft glow in his hazel eyes, the kind that usually accompanies a grin anyways.

He doesn’t have to be experienced at showing public displays of affection, when he practices the underrated gestures–always carrying your stuff, opening doors, walking closest to the road, matching your pace–which are equally as special.

“I love you, Wakatoshi.”

And when you tell him you love him, you’re absolutely enamored as you’re caught up analyzing the little details his expression might give away. Your eyes flick across his features, as if you don’t already have every attribute and imperfection committed to memory and stamped onto your heart.

He doesn’t need to feel obligated to say it back immediately.

“I take it the sundae was good then?”

And he doesn’t, but you can see the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips.

He doesn’t need to say I love you all the time, because you know he will when it counts. Late night haze, wrapped up in his arms in a safe space, smothered warmly by too many blankets. The moon’s glow dipping in passed the curtains and painting your cheeks with a lunar highlight, three words are whispered against the nape of your neck in spite of the comfortable silence.

“I love you ‘toshi, and I love this sundae.”

But that won’t stop you from reminding him whenever you can, if only to see the faint cherry pink play at the apples of his cheeks, eyes pretending to find something of fake interest in the distance. And without fail, Ushijima Wakatoshi will smile handsomely at every declaration of love you make to him.

A/N: I wanted to play with more introspection and imagery, I hope it turned out alright! This is probably the first Ushijima fic I’ve written kadlg i hope you enjoyed iiiit

[masterlist] taglist: @thatoneoddgirl8

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flooffybits · 5 years ago

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Ready

Idol: Bae Joohyun

Request: Not exactly

She’s been at the top and has experienced the ups and downs of fame, but when the decision of whether she wants to keep going comes, Irene feels that maybe she’s done enough as Irene Bae and that she wants to see her life more as Bae Joohyun.

Author’s note: May or may not have teared up while writing the first part

Staring at the girls in front of her, the air around them wasn’t the usual playful and hyper atmosphere they’ve all gotten used to for the past years they lived together. Joohyun scanned their faces individually, starting from the youngest until her eyes met Seulgi’s sad eyes.

Yeri, despite her usual playful nature, was trying to hold back tears while she gripped Sooyoung’s hand tightly in her own and the older girl tried to comfort her the best she could while she, herself, was trying to control her emotions from coming out.

“Are you really sure about this?” Seungwan was first to speak, and like usual, Joohyun smiled at the way her friend would always ensure that they were alright despite herself. “Unnie, we aren’t forcing you, but we just want you to be sure about your decision.”

Her eyes met Seulgi’s again, the person she’s had by her side for the past decade or so. The understanding and concern in her features were easily distinguishable by the older woman and she knows.

Seulgi would be a great leader.

“I am.” She answers, her voice soft yet firm. All her life, she’s had to make decision, not only for herself, but for the group. At this moment, this decision of hers would affect both greatly and she’s spent many days and nights, leading up to this moment. “I know that it’s a big step but… I think it’s time that I start living as Joohyun and achieve more as such, instead of Irene.” She says carefully.

“I’ve accomplished a lot, and I’m really thankful for everything but… as Joohyun, there’s still so much that I have yet to do and I think that it’s time that I focus on that aspect of myself.” She tells them and the ‘94 line nods before she turns to look at the two younger girls.

“Yerim-ah, Sooyoung-ah, I know that this is hard on you but just because I won’t be staying in SM doesn’t mean that I won’t be a part of Red Velvet.” She tells them, reaching forward to place a hand on their joined hands and squeezing them with an encouraging smile that it ends up forcing a sob on the youngest girl’s lips.

“We understand, unnie. And it’s okay but you have to know that you did a lot as Joohyun, too.” Sooyoung assures her, showing her that there was no hard feelings. And how could they when all throughout their career, Joohyun has been there, every step of the way and looking after them.

She was Red Velvet’s safety net, but they knew that they could not rely on her forever, and it was only a matter of time until they had to accept that things were going to change.

“Joy is right.” Seulgi spoke up when she placed an arm around her friend and squeezed it. “You don’t have to worry, because no matter what your decision is, we’ll respect it.” She says softly and Joohyun leans against her shoulder with a smile on her face. “Yeah, and like you just said, we’ll still be in touch.” Wendy added as she wiped some of her tears away.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve gotten so used to having you around.” Yerim sniffled as she wiped her cheeks. “It doesn’t even feel like years. It’s as if I had just debuted with you, yesterday.” She added and the four older women smile at her sentiment.

“We’re still here. The five of us are always going to be a team.” Seungwan nodded to her before she leaned closer to get a good look to her friends - the people she considered her family. “It’s going to take some getting used to, but whatever happens, Red Velvet is always going to have Irene Bae Joohyun in it. We formed as five, so we continue as five.”

Though she’s used to not showing any signs of weakness in front of her girls, Joohyun couldn’t help as tears began to sting her eyes and she had to collect herself while she gripped at Seulgi’s wrist. “Unnie, we promise that we’re going to make you proud.” Sooyoung told her and she smiled softly while nodding her head.

“You already have.”

She spends one last night at the dorm as their leader. But by the time morning came, they make their way to the company to meet with management and some of their managers.

Joohyun holds Yeri’s hand on the way there, and when they get off the van, Joohyun pauses in front of the building just to take the place she’s grown accustomed to for majority of her life and takes in a deep breath.

It’s Seungwan’s hand on her shoulder that brings her back to reality and she offers her a smile before they finally enter the building to finalize everything.

“And you’re sure with this decision?” They knew it was coming, and though Joohyun is a big representative of SME, they understand her decision of not renewing her contract.

“I am. I have also talked with the members about it, and I promise that, even when I am no longer signed to SM, I will still support them.” They were all bracing themselves, knowing that once this meeting was over, everything would be finalized and that would be the end of their time together.

The man stared at them a bit longer before slowly nodding his head. “I see.” He murmurs and then looks back to Joohyun. “You’ve been an exceptional part to the company, Irene, and SM thanks you for your contribution and being part of the family.”

When they wrap up, the five of them sit in the conference room, staring at the table in front of them before Joohyun releases a shaky breath, steeling herself before she looks to the four with a small yet fond smile. “Well… one last show?” After agreeing that they would be doing a special stage for her farewell, they had all agreed, thankful for being given the opportunity to do so.

On the way there, Joohyun takes her phone out and she smiles lightly at the picture set as her homescreen. The lockscreen was all five of them, but when she opens it up, she’s always greeted by your smiling face and she knows that it was time that she no longer had to worry about you because of her work.

Sooyoung catches the look in her eyes and chuckles while poking her shoulder. “How is Y/n, unnie?” She asks curiously since it’s been a while when they last spoke to you.

At the mention of your name, her smile widens a bit more and she holds the device to her chest. “Y/n is doing great, just like always.” She murmurs and the teasing look on Yerim’s face comes back to replace the frown she previously wore.

“You sure are whipped.” She commented and the eldest rolled her eyes, though made no move to deny her statement. Joohyun was way too in love with you to ever deny it.

“What did she say when you told her you weren’t going to continue?” Seulgi asked curiously, knowing full well how much you supported your girlfriend’s career.

The look on Joohyun’s face shifted and she bit her lip while looking back down at her phone. “I… haven’t actually spoken to her about it.” She admits quietly, and the four look perplexed by her answer. “How come?” She looks at Seungwan while fidgeting with her bracelet and then shaking her head.

“I wanted to surprise her a bit. She’s been juggling a lot with work and I’ve been busy, too. So I thought I could do something really nice for her when I do tell her.”

The Canadian stares at her for a while, trying to understand her words when Sooyoung squeals beside her. “Are you going to… you know?” The excited smile on her face infects Yerim as her eyes widen. “Are you really?”

Soon enough, Seungwan understands the reason for their questions and raises a brow at their former leader, silently asking for confirmation while the bear stared at them in confusion, still not catching on to what was happening and Joohyun laughed while she nodded her head.

She rummaged through her purse before producing a little velvet box, prompting all four girls to scream inside the van, never mind the driver that was in front.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s finally happening!”

“Can we help with planning?”

“I think I’m going to cry again.”

“I’m ready for tiny Irene and Y/n!”

For how long they’ve known your and Joohyun’s relationship, they were certain that you would end up together. The conversation came up every now and then and you would both grow flustered at their enthusiasm. But there were nights where you both laid in bed and did talk about the possibility of it.

Though you both knew that it would be difficult, add to the fact that it was still taboo for Korea, Joohyun knew, deep down, that you were it for her.

Her soulmate, the love of her life.

So with this being the first step as Bae Joohyun, she needed your yes before she could proceed with everything else.

Because for Joohyun, her biggest accomplishment would have to be marrying the person that had stolen her heart, and eventually have the family she’s always wanted with you.

She may not have started this career with you, but she was thankful for it. This job brought her, sisters that would last a lifetime, and eventually, the only person she wanted to share that lifetime with.

Irene has done a splendid job.

But as she takes a bow and exits the stage, Joohyun was ready to explore the world with you next to her.

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