#actually started feeling all mushy and warm inside while writing this ...

[choccorin]

i firmly believe that rin's the type of boyfriend who loves to kiss your hand ... he loves wrapping his slightly cold and callused hand around soft and warm ones, while you tell the café cashier both of your orders.

he loves interlocking your fingers together and rubbing small circles, sometimes hearts, on the top of your thumb as the two of you walk around the park.

he loves to kiss your knuckles everytime he senses that you feel nervous in public. it's his way of calming you down and telling you that you're not alone and that he's here beside you while he looks at you with the softest and loving eyes.

he loves to interlock your pinkies together as he waits for you to wake up, admiring how the sunlight perfectly hits your features, making you look breathtaking.

he loves taking your hand and giving your ring finger a soft peck, a quiet promise that someday he'll buy the prettiest ring there is and put it on your finger, indicating that he's yours and you're his.

[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | extras | Yn meets Corinna and Gina

― Summary: Yn and Mick are still threading through their feelings, none of them yet aware of how deep it is. Their families are quick to notice, though. ― Word count: 1.3k ― A/n: This can be read as a stand-alone, but it’s better when you’ve read the series. ― Warnings: mention of food; typos - not proofread.

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Some of the Mercedes crew are getting together for breakfast on Thursday before the non-stop running worsens. That’s how Yn found herself running through her morning routine, a tad late for the original time Lewis scheduled them to meet at the hotel restaurant. She ran for the elevator when she noticed the doors were about to shut.

“Hey, wait, please!”

She sighed in relief when the blonde inside the metal space held the door for her with a smile.

“Thank you so much. The other elevator is closed for repairment, and it would take me forever to get to the restaurant, my brother is blowing my messages pissed because I’m already late,” she ranted, fishing her bag for her room keys just to make sure she didn’t forget it on her room. “I’m ranting, sorry by the way. And thank you again, I’m Yn,” she finally looked up only to find Mick’s carbon copy in front of her. “Oh-” 

Gina chuckled, “It’s no biggie. I’m happy to help. I’m Gina, by the way.” 

They shook hands and Yn bit her lips unsure of what to say or how to act. It was Mick’s sister. She just made a fool of herself in front of Mick’s sister. He mentioned that maybe she would join this racing week, but they haven’t talked about it again, so she thought something had come up. 

“Yeah, you’re Gina. I- mhm. You probably hear this a lot, but you look a lot like Mick,” Yn couldn’t hold back and Gina gave her another smile. “Actually, no wait- HE looks like you, he mentioned he’s the youngest,” she corrects herself and the Schumacher chuckles.

“You look a lot like Lewis too. You’re the youngest like Mick, right?” 

“Oh,-” she seemed surprised.

Gina explained, “Mick mentioned you. And well, you do look a lot like your brother.”

Mick mentioned her.

To his sister.

To his family.

“Yeah, yup, we’re both the younger siblings.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“You too. He talks about you a lot. As much as I talk about Lew, I imagine. Two proud little siblings,” Yn pokes with a smile, finally relaxing a bit. 

“Are you ready for this week’s race?” Gina asks when the elevator pings and the doors slide open. They start to make their way to the restaurant area while chatting about how they think things will go, and when they reach the entrance they’re quick to find four pairs of eyes watching them.

Lewis, Anthony, Corinna, and Mick are sitting all together at a table close to the big windows. The place looks great with all the lightning and their table is starting to get served. Two spots sit empty. 

“Hey,” both girls greet when they get close and Yn’s eyes find Mick’s to share a small smile.

“You two know each other?” Lewis asked, and Gina shook her head, then quickly nodded.

“We just met at the elevator.” 

“Yeah, she held the door for me.” 

“Well, you got in just in time. They’re serving us already.” Corinna smiled after silently watching her son’s reaction when Yn got in. 

Mick was quick to introduce everyone, and he felt all warm and mushy when Yn took one of the empty chairs right by his side. She was between him and her brother, and though it took some minutes for her to finally start comfortably talking, the second she did the whole table engaged on the topic. Gina seemed to love her, taking the way they got here together excitedly talking, and his mom was happily telling Yn and Lewis about a trip she made, while she sipped her coffee.

“It took me some time to get used to all the traveling, but the food and the sightseeing always made up for it,” Corinna stated.

“Oh God, totally! And the people too, most of the time they’re always so warm and excited. A fan gave me a friendship bracelet last GP,” Yn held her wrist up showing the colorful bracelet.

“Awe, this looks cute! I once got a personalized cowboy hat, it blew my mind. Everything was so perfectly made,” it was Gina’s turn to add before biting on her sandwich.

“What’s a friendship bracelet?” Anthony, the Hamilton’s dad, asked curiously and Gina turned to his side to explain.

Mick took the opportunity to rest his arm on the back of Yn’s chair, turning slightly to watch her happily munch her food. She feels his eyes on her, and swallows her food, before stretching her lips into a small smile. Yn doesn’t look at him when she does, but Mick knows the smile is directed at him, and he loves how bigger it gets when his thumb accidentally bumps into the exposed skin of her shoulders. 

Seconds pass before she sips her juice and finally turns her face in his direction the slightest. 

“You didn’t tell me they would be here, I made a fool of myself in front of your sister. I was so embarrassed,” her voice is low, and though she tries to pretend, there’s a hint of amusement on her features. 

Mick looks ahead, bringing his coffee to his lips, “I forgot. I’m sorry. But she liked you, I can tell.” 

“I’m a very likable person, thank goodness.”

“Yes, you are,” his response comes with a long stare between them, and Yn tries to tell herself there’s nothing there. That this is totally the answer a friend would give. They’re good friends. Great friends. They hit it off quickly. Mick was sweet like this with everyone.

She turned her attention back to the table, smiling at something her dad told Gina, and turning to ask about the sugary vegan potions to her brother. 

“I got a slice of their vegan pudding last night, and it was delicious, you should try it. You like chocolate?” Corinna asked and Yn clapped.

“I love chocolate! I’m totally asking for it,” she shared. “You’re vegan too, Mrs. Schumacher?” 

Corinna huffed with fake offense, “I already told you, you can call me Corinna.”

Yn nodded, stealing a piece of strawberry from Lewis's plate, “I’m sorry,” she said to the older woman and Lewis rolled his eyes, flicking his sister’s ear.

“You’re the worst,” he took back from her plate and Corinna chuckled at the siblings’ interaction. 

“So, you’re vegan too, Corinna?” Yn asked again.

“No, but I do love some vegan receipts. I always order one here and there whenever I can.”

“We have a chocolate chip cookie receipt, we’ll share it with you,” Lewis mentioned and Yn nodded. 

“Yeah, we created it. It’s on the family for years,” her deep nod and overly big smile made Mick snicker. 

“What?” Gina asked.

“She’s joking,” he explained.

“We got it from Google when we were fourteen,” Lewis told Corinna, and the Schumacher couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Yeah, but we added our touch to it!” 

“They burnt four batches before getting it right,” Anthony exposed the duo and the table erupted in laughter. 

And so the morning went on with lots of food and smiles. 

When they left, Corinna turned to Mick with a knowing smile.

“You like her,” she stated, clicking the button to their floor and watching the elevator doors close.

Mick scratches his neck, turning into a rosy color, “Mama- she’s- huh. I-.. Don’t you like her too? I haven’t found a person who met her and didn’t like her, she’s so- I don’t know. She’s a great friend, though we don’t know each other for so long.” 

Corinna grinned, “Yes. She’s amazing, and I like her. But you’re about to realize that you like her a lot more than you’re letting on. I saw the glances, saw the interaction. I know my kids,” she states proudly because indeed she knew Gina and Mick like the back of her hand. Sometimes, she was able to notice things about them even before they did. 

“Aweee, Mick, you’re in loveeee!” Gina teases, and Mick can’t help but chuckle and roll his eyes.

“I’m not in love.”

“Yet,” Gina corrected.

“Or you just haven’t realized it.” 

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a little warmth to brighten the night | liyue women

synopsis: how it's like to cuddle with the Liyue gals

word count: 2,152

a/n: i spent an all nighter to write this because i won't be able to for a while...yeah. enjoy this early Valentine's Day gift!

Beidou -

Beidou is the headstrong type of person to tease everyone on the boat. But with someone she's actually comfortable with, who she feels a bit mushy about, she'd be much more open to cuddling. Especially after an adventure where she gets a little beat down, she would appreciate a good cuddle from someone she trusts, it being one of the few moments she shows her more vulnerable side to you

She's a very physical person and likes hugs and other sorts of contact: holding hands, being close, etc. She'll even be so bold as to grab your chin and look you in the eyes. She also believes that touch is a good way to get to know someone. So whenever she gets close to you, you can be certain that she likes you. She's quite the believer that a hug can fix just about anything, so she's sure to give you your affection whenever it's needed.

The Crux captain may also have a slightly rough touch with her skin being rather calloused. If she's more reserved towards physical contact, her hugs would be more gentle and warm but when she's more used to your relationship, she'll be right up on your waist before you can even say hi to her.

In a gentle but firm voice she says:

"Everyone has a warm, soft spot on the inside, and if that spot is exposed, a warm hug on its own can fix just about anything. So, my dear, may I hug you? I know you don't need to be fixed or anything like that, but I just want to give you one, so you know that I always have your back."

Hu Tao -

At first, Hu Tao's love language is usually a simple hug, head pat, or even a snuggle. Despite her job and her usual "playful/prankster" personality, she's really just a big love bug underneath her shell. Even though she won't openly say it, she appreciates those little moments of intimacy, and is really comforted by it.

For the longest time, Hu Tao was alone in both friendship and love. The entire concept of a relationship being quite the hard thing to swallow for her, so at first she would be more laid back with her affection.

Once she's fully comfortable around you, expect her to be clinged onto you 24/7. Hu Tao would be a really touchy person with no particular preference, as long as she got to hug you, it was game.

Hu Tao's eyes slowly opened. She had fallen asleep during the night, and now dawn was coming. She slowly reached around and began to move her hand around, until it touched a soft, warm body, and she couldn't help but smile. At this time of morning, she usually got cold, even with her thick bed sheets. But now... now she was nice and warm. She turned towards the body she had just touched and smiled at it, before wrapping her arms around it and nuzzling herself closer towards it. "Work can wait today"

Keqing-

Keqing is likely to be super proactive about her affections, so she's often the one being snuggled with more than the one doing the snuggling. she's quite gentle with physical contact, so if you started cuddling with her, playing with her hair or holding her hand, she would most likely go along with it and be rather passive. So in a lot of ways she is the perfect cuddle partner, but she rarely initiates it, usually being too embarrassed to ask for it.

When Keqing is stressed, she likes being curled up in the arms of your loving embrace. It's the one thing that can calm her down. She feels safe, comforted, and at peace. She finds the sensation so pleasant, it makes her want to drift off into a calm, gentle sleep…

She's a very affectionate person - she loves to cuddle with you at the end of the day. If especially needy,, she'll even wrap herself around you in a tight embrace and purr softly in your ear. Whenever she's tired, she'll curl up on your lap and take a nap. She's so cute that it's almost too much to bear.

Your eyes grow heavy as you drift off to sleep, resting your head on Keqing’s lap.

“Hmm? Are you asleep already? …How adorable. Sleep well, Y/n, I’ll be right here by your side when you wake up~”

Ningguang -

Ningguang is the kind of girl who likes to be cuddled from behind, wrapped like a blanket in a cozy fashion. She doesn't think too much of physical touch in that sense but if she's stressed on a day, she likes to use it as a coping mechanism. She doesn't always get the chance to be held, so when she does, she's extremely warm, soft, and content.

On certain nights, she enjoys being the "big spoon". Ningguang is a possessive sort of partner, always trying to make clear to you that you were her's and only her's, so her best way of proving it to you was in those small actions.

For both your well-being and her reputation, your relationship had to be kept a secret, so your cuddling session and general affection was very rare, even if it pained Ningguang for it to be way. For all the public and Ningguang's enemies knew, you were only of many workers on the Jade chamber

"Cuddling? With you? Why, of course. Being that close to someone else is very rare for me to be so... intimate. But with you... it's like having a warm fuzzy blanket."

"It feels... Good. But, not in that way, more so... It's like we can be each other's comfort when we need it the most."

"Just two travelers. Keeping each other cozy."

Shenhe -

Although Shenhe usually refrains from showing emotion because of the way she was raised, if she gets close enough to you in that she feels comfortable showing her softer side to you, she can be unexpectedly romantic. She would never admit it though... it'd be too embarrassing.

She can be very attentive with it, if she notices or feels that you are in any way, sad or unwell, she'll spend her entire day trying to comfort you, that includes cuddles. She'll gladly be the big spoon if it meant seeing you better.

Shenhe is a very sensitive person. When touched or held, her heart beats faster and she can feel herself getting flushed in an instant. As her senses are stimulated by the warm touch, she loses herself in the present moment. The world shrinks in size and grows darker as only you are visible to her, being the only thing that mattered. In this moment, she is just a vulnerable girl with no powers being let at your mercy..and to her surprise.. you don't do any harm to her, you only show her your love.

"..."

Her whole body quivered ever so slightly at your touch. She was overwhelmed by a multitude of emotions, a mixture of embarrassment and shyness. She was afraid that at any moment, her heart would explode, and she would not be able to hide the fact that she was nervous. She didn't want to be shy, yet when she tried to be more confident, she only felt her cheeks grow a redder color

"...Can you keep doing this?"

Xinyan -

Xinyan's a cool and confident woman and doesn't have much trouble with public affection but gets really embarrassed if you cuddle her and her friends catch on. She's always been pretty bad at keeping her face from turning bright red at such an action. She's the type to snuggle with you, yet secretly be extremely embarrassed about it.

She enjoys being the big spoon, she'd lie down with you curled into her arm or resting your head on her chest - this is also her favorite position, since she can feel your heartbeat as she strokes your hair and hums you her favorite tunes.

After a long day performing for fans, Xinyan's favorite thing to do to rest up is cuddle up with you and enjoy the rest of her evening together with you. When you're stressed or upset, she’s more than happy to listen to you talk and offer words of encouragement. Even when she’s tired, she’ll always make sure to comfort and support you, as she knows how important it is to feel loved and cared for.

Xinyan wraps Y/n onto her arms, holding them in a comforting manner.

"You don't have to worry about anything, I'll make sure everything is okay."

Her voice is quiet, soothing. They close their eyes, falling asleep with a peaceful smile on their face.

"Shhhh... shhhh..."

Yanfei -

When Yanfei cuddles with you, she likes to make sure she's close to you. She makes the absolute most of it by clinging onto your body and holding you tight... In her arms, she can feel your heartbeat, listen to your breathing, and feeling its warmth. There is nothing more comforting than that after a long day of work... When she is embraced this way, there is nothing that can separate her from you.

She gets very cuddly with you and tends to be playful when she's trying to make you laugh. She usually initiates hugs by wrapping her arms around your neck or shoulder and pulling you close to her, and she usually likes being the little spoon at night. She'll probably tease you a bit when you're just having a casual conversation in-between cuddles, but when it comes to sleeping, she is very serious about physical closeness.

She'd be really playful about it, especially if she's with you, just saying sweet things and maybe teasingly flirting, but she'd never be really forward about it. The most she'd do is suggestively raise an eyebrow and give a little smirk, she would usually get pretty embarrassed if you flirted back at her. Yanfei would be totally caught-off-guard, causing her to stutter a lot, maybe even turn bright red depending on how much you teased her

"If you ever get too cold during the night, I can make sure you get nice and warm."

Yelan -

First of all, she's really good at making you feel safe. You can wrap your arms around her and rest your head on her, and all your problems just seem to disappear...

As for the cuddles themselves... She likes being in front. She can wrap her arms around your back and stroke your hair, and pull you closer until you're touching her. And that... is where you both will stay like that for quite a while.

She's not big on physical contact, but if she sees you're having a hard time, she'll wrap her arms around you .When she does, she won't say anything, but she's very good with her hands. She'll stroke and soothe wherever you're sore, easing your mind and body. She doesn't need to say anything... she just lets her touch do the talking. If you can, try to look into her eyes. You may get a sense that it's a side of her she only reveals to you.

As you lie there with your head on her shoulder, her hands stroke down your back, feeling your warmth.A long moment passes, but then she turns her head slightly, to give you a sweet and gentle smile. "..." She doesn't say anything, but that says it all. You have someone by your side now, watching over you... nothing to worry about.

Yun Jin -

Yun Jin is very professional at all times, but as you lay next to her, you can sense an air of gentleness around her. She has a calm, mature demeanor that makes you feel so calm and relaxed. She is warm to the touch and she seems to have a comforting aura that envelopes you completely.

Despite how serious she was at all the times, when you two were alone, free of the prying eyes of her fellow peers at the Opera Troupe, she would always be the little spoon, feeling loved and safe in your arms, something which she rarely felt.

To return from a long day in the Opera house to your loving arms was a feeling better than Celestia itself. Yun Jin would always have her worries and frustrations fade away by one simple hug from you.

Yun Jin strokes your cheek with her finger, a gentle, yet warm touch. Her eyes are closed, her mind a blank slate, and she rests her cheek against yours. You are both quiet, and only the rhythm of your breaths is audible. You look up at her beautiful tranquil eyes, their softness only adding to the overall serenity of the situation. She then leans in and says, "I am here."

[beholdthemem]

This was supposed to be part of an actual fic but I never got around to writing the rest of it, so have some mutually pining SalAsh discussing one of Ash’s past relationships Like Friends Do.

Ash canonically doesn’t feel comfortable showing her soft squishy emotions to people. Let’s talk about that and what it might mean, shall we?

“It was SO BAD, I was so cringey. I used to do these ridiculously unnecessary things all the time, just, like- embarrassingly over the top, to the point where at like, three weeks in he’s like ‘Okay, you need to calm down.”

“Like what?”

“I-” Ash thinks for a minute, then snorts, remembering something. “Oh, God, I used to write him notes.”

“Notes?” Sal repeats, a little amused at how underwhelming that sounds compared to the build up.

“Just, these-” Ash starts snickering again, staring off into space like she can actually see her past self in the act and can’t get over how corny she’s being. “I’d write him all these sappy little love letters, and leave them where I knew he’d find them. All day, every day, he had to live in fear of ‘Oh, God, another fucking one’ every time he checked his locker, or looked in his backpack, or came some place where we usually hung out, because WITHOUT FAIL, I’d have left one there. I’d do all these fancy designs on the outside, too- I busted out the good markers, I went all fucking out- and then it’s just envelope after envelope of mushy teenage girl bullshit, like ‘I love listening to you talk about the things you care about, it’s so cool how passionate you are’, ‘I knew you’d do great on that test, you’re so smart’, ‘you have the most amazing smile’-”

“What?” Sal blinks, slightly thrown.

“And he just had to sit me down and be like ‘Ash, no, this is weird’ because I somehow could not seem to figure that out on my own-”

“How do you COMPLAIN about that?” Sal demands in comedic disbelief, while Ash cracks up. He’s careful to play up the mock outrage, but beneath it finds himself only half joking. “Getting notes from the person you’re dating every day talking about how much they like you? That sounds amazing!”

“It was not.”

“Did he complain every time something good happened? Was he just like- one of those people?”

“No!”

“Gets a new bike for Christmas as a kid- ‘Oh, it would have been better if it was a different color.’ Band tickets? ‘I guess that’s cool, but the venue they picked sucks.’ Wins the lottery- ‘How come this is in twenties instead of individual one dollar bills so I can swim in them like Scrooge McDuck??”

Ash dissolves into laughter. Sal grins to himself, still shoving down the spike of envy that flared up at the idea of being loved enough to have her write every day and tell you so, and not even being grateful.

“In his defense, he was expecting me to be like- cool, and chill. Like, I got on well with most of the dudes on the baseball team cuz I was the only one who could keep up with them during gym class. He was used to me hanging out with them and being really fun and casual, and then we start dating and suddenly it turns out I’m actually really clingy-”

“Somebody you think is cool writing you notes about how awesome they think you are is even more special!” He argues. He tries to imagine being on the receiving end of something like that, and manages to picture it for about two seconds before the fantasy collapses due to sheer improbability of premise. It still manages to make him feel warm inside.

“Okay, you don’t think that’s weird just cuz you’re a romantic.” Ash dismisses, smiling nonetheless.

‘You were too,’ Sal thinks to himself, and feels a twinge of sadness for the young version of Ash who’d decided to get rid of that part of herself after deciding it didn’t make anyone else happy.

[workofheart]

eren jaeger relationship hcs

eren’s turn! modern relationship hcs. nsfw under the cut as per usual <3 levi ver.

really clingy. when ur away on a trip or something, he definitely cuddles your pillow and buries his head in it. might also spray your perfume on his hoodie so he can be reminded of you throughout the day (as if you aren’t already on his mind 24/7)

on that note, LOVES seeing you in his clothing. i feel like for most guys this is true and people mention it all the time, but eren especially. it makes him feel mushy and horny at the same time (more on that later) bc it just drapes over your shoulders perfectly. like he sees you and has to suck in a breath and look away to collect himself or else he’ll just become a puddle on the floor

likes hearing verbal affirmations. when you compliment him, tell him you’re proud of him, he gets all warm and fuzzy inside. it means so much coming from you and he knows you're genuine

really goofy, this is to be expected - tries to get you to laugh bc it raises his self esteem and confidence. he just likes looking at you being happy and smiling, it makes him feel so warm inside

definitely hides behind corners when he hears you walking or coming down the stairs so he can jump out and scare you. don’t worry though, because he always proceeds to hug you and kiss your forehead or temple to say he’s sorry but only kind of bc ur reaction was priceless. the little whack u give his arm in annoyance? he lovessss it bc it’s like he knows u still love him even when he is a little obnoxious

eren is definitely one of those enemies to lovers kind of guy bc he desperately wants someone to love him not necessarily in spite of his flaws, but with his flaws. he needs u to acknowledge that he’s far from a perfect person but still love him regardless

his favorite kind of dates are park dates. he likes going on warm & sunny days to throw a frisbee around with you in the open fields. i feel like he’s a basketball guy so he’ll bring you onto the court and play knockout... when he loses, will tell you he let you win on purpose for the sake of his ego 

lolll imagine him critiquing your free throw form or something and coming up behind you to fix it (it wasn’t actually that bad, he just wanted an excuse to be near you)

really needs physical touch. he’s the kind of guy who will always be in contact w you in some way or another. when driving, his hand will be on your thigh or holding yours on top of the center console, same for if you’re out at restaurants but under the table. he’d definitely try and play footsies with you if you’re sitting across from him rather than beside him. when sleeping, he holds you really tight and won’t let you roll over so you better just get comfortable. 

doesn’t mind being ur photographer and taking pics for you. he takes some time to learn the methods for the best pics but he eventually gets it

this is kind of random but when playing minecraft, he always blows up creepers and never fills in the creeper holes :| sorry. to make up for it he’ll get you music discs. also likes just going on little adventures to find a sand biome two thousand blocks away and just walking with you in game

on this topic actually i LOVE the idea of gamer bf eren. like not the league-and-monster-drinking kind but sumn about him in a headset and sitting at the edge of his bed... but he’ll definitely teach you how to play shooter games and will be so nice about it, won’t get mad at you, will give you little kisses when you’re not doing well and getting frustrated, and if you’re playing in online lobbies together he’ll stick by you the whole time and carry you

always sending you tiktoks & tries to get you to do all the trends with him. they never go viral but he goes back and watches them when he misses you

i peg him as a cat guy! really good with animals in general. i think most people would expect him to be a dog person since he can be loud and rowdy and excited, but on an emotional level i think he also just likes to be calm and relaxed and would get along with cats well. also teases you when animals reject you for him.

definitely writes about you in his journal. he jots down funny things you say or do or moments you shared so he never forgets any of them, and when he misses you he’ll read through them :( imagine when you’re so much older and he has documented proof of his love for you back when he was young please it makes me cry

also writes down little poetic words or things that remind him of you. he’ll hear a quote in a movie or a book or a song that instantly makes you pop into his head and he just has to write it down. he’s probably tried writing poems or songs about you, but he keeps those really secret because he’s embarrassed

this is kind of random but i think he’s a total beach person! likes going to spend days in the sun, builds sand castles and asks for your rating, drags you into the water to swim with him, will dive under and grab your ankles to freak you out, also looks really good in swim trunks but that's besides the point

he hates to see you upset and tries to cuddle the sadness out of you. when needs be, he’s a really good listener and doesn’t mind letting you just vent. when you cry, he pulls you in for a really tight hug and cradles your head - also because if he sees you crying, he’ll start to cry too because he genuinely feels for you 

tries his best to take care of you when you’re sick. not really a good cook or anything, but he’ll make you a grilled cheese or a pop tart, albeit a little crispy even though it’s his third attempt. doesn’t mind being near you and isn’t afraid of getting sick so he’ll cuddle you anyway

loses focus when you’re talking to him sometimes but it’s not because he’s not listening, it’s because he just gets caught up in staring at you and how you look when you talk bc he just adores you. when you snap him out of his, he always gets all red and blushy :(

nsfw under the cut (18+)

really likes sending & receiving nudes/lewds. he always goes for the torso selfie to show off his chest/abs when sending, and it doesn’t matter to him what you send back because he’ll like anything you have to offer

and his responses aren’t lame either. NOT the type to send you a thumbs up or a “ayo you sexy as hell fr doe” - he will hype you up with dirty talk because he seriously means it. honestly might just send you a voice message, or call you if you’re alone and available bc while he might look at pics of you from time to time for aesthetics, the majority of the time he’s jacking off

so you know how i said he likes seeing you in his clothing? he especially likes nudes of you in his clothes. send him a pic wearing his zip up hoodie & nothing else and he’s yours 

he prefers being in control/being on top but doesn’t mind if you want to take the reigns every once in a while

throws his head back and groans when u give him head. that's the image.

one of his favorite positions is when you’re in doggy but he pulls you up by the arms so your back is against his chest. he’ll snake a hand around to rub tight little circles on your clit, might put his hand around your throat if you like it. heavenly.

reallyyyy dirty mouth omg. asks sooo many teasing questions, likes hearing you say his name. “you like that, princess?” “louder for me” “who’s making you feel this good?” ugh and it’s not awkward either he makes it sound so good

has a lot of energy and a lot of stamina. stroke game will make you pass out, he’s so smooth and sets such a rhythm with his hips

things that get him going: kissing under his jaw, especially up by his ear. sucking his fingers. tugging on his hair. running your nails down his back.

pins your thighs to the bed when he eats you out. likes to make you squirm and loooves to edge you. super teasing in every way

can we just talk about his voice for a sec... he has the prettiest moans and isn’t afraid to let you know how he’s feeling. when you’re in missionary, he’ll hold himself up with one elbow, hold your hand with the other, and will lean down to moan right in your ear. sometimes does it on purpose bc he knows it turns you on from how you clench around him

usually has a death grip on that sensitive spot between your hips and your waist so he has something to hold on to while he pounds you

when he cums, he 100% buries his face in the crook of your neck, might even bite down from time to time 

can totally see him going harder if he knows there’s people around, he doesn’t care who it is that’s outside the door but they’re gonna hear how good he’s making you feel whether you like it or not

wants to see your face when you cum. will definitely tell you to cum for him and keep your eyes open when he’s really feeling it - your expression makes him nut so fucking hard lawwddd

daps u up after sex just cause he’s weird like that lol

[wonlouvre]

hi rey!! haha im back in your inbox to request another drabble 😁😁😁 you’re probably tired of me but i love your writing too much to leave you alone 🥰

but n e way,, can we get wonwoo fluff where reader is helping him shave his facial hair but is so nervous cos reader’s afraid of cutting him,, and him just assuring reader that it’ll be fine and being cute about it hahahskak OR could be vice versa hahahs up to you 🥰🥰

my heart is actually going to combust,, i hope you have a good day 😘😘

lovely | j. ww.

pairing: wonwoo x g.n. reader genre: fluff!! warnings: mentions of injury (please tell me if i missed anything!) word count: 995

💌: HIIIII BABE!!!! thank you for always gracing my inbox with your fluffy requests :’) i could never get tired of them and YOU! i hope you like this! thank you so much for requesting and waiting for this! <3

Wonwoo has taken quite an interest in changing up the interior design of his apartment. It started from purchasing a new carpet for the living room, then changing the color of the cabinets in the kitchen, up to buying new furniture that is way heavy and difficult to carry with just two hands. 

This week, Wonwoo’s goal is combining his work space to his gaming room. That’s why he purchased a multipurpose table and chair set that could bring his vision to life. Ever since he decided to do this, he’s been a ball of excitement. He’s been talking to you about matching the design, feel and energy that he envisions non stop. The joy in his eyes never fails to put a smile on your face. It’s adorable and everything, but again, as you have mentioned, not every piece of furniture is a one man’s job. 

After insisting on carrying his new set by himself, Wonwoo is now sporting a sprain on his right hand. You weren’t present when the accident happened and you only found out when a dilemma arose and he called for your assistance.

“I think it will be fine if you don’t shave for a few days,” you say while fumbling with the bladed tool on your hand. “Or I don’t know, a few weeks tops?”

Said dilemma is helping keep his chin, jaw and the borders of his upper lip hairless.

In other words, shaving.

Wonwoo could only smile fondly at your nervous form atop the bathroom sink as you wait for him to finish washing his face. It’s not that you’re obligated to do this as his partner. In fact, you’re right. He can manage without shaving the hairs on his face. It’s just that he’s not used to not shaving and he goes back to work in two days. He would honestly prefer to appear without an unfamiliar look that would only bombard him with questions. He’s not in the mood to explain how and what happened, from beginning to end. 

Wonwoo’s smile widens when his freshly washed face meets your gentle hands, wiping the water off of his skin with a soft towel. Despite your reluctance, you’re still ready to take care of him. He kisses your cheek once you’re done and it helps soothe your qualms and fears of accidentally injuring your boyfriend. 

“You don’t have to do this,” Wonwoo promises as he takes hold of the shaving cream from the cabinet. “It’s just that I’m really not used to using my left hand.” 

“I know, I know,” you agree with a bop of your head. “I wouldn’t want you cutting your skin. Now, that would make me even guiltier.” 

Wonwoo just kept smiling. A smile that never drops or fades away whenever he’s with you. He’s not sure if you notice it because he tries his best to be discreet in showing them everytime. But, yes, he’s indeed lovestruck and it is obvious as he dreamily smiles at you. 

Finally, you raise your chin up again and that catches Wonwoo off-guard. He gives you a cheeky grin to which you roll your eyes at. You jokingly push his face away, earning a chuckle from him. “Stop smiling at me like that.”

Wonwoo’s eyebrows shoot up in curiosity. “Why not? Am I not allowed to smile at you? Am I not allowed to be happy?”

You only scoff at him before taking the cream from his hand. “Stop smiling at me like that because you know it drives me crazy.”

Wonwoo immediately avoids your eyes as heat slowly crawls up to his face. You don’t fail to notice his sudden shyness and it’s now your turn to chuckle. 

Without wasting any more time, you tug at his arm to make his body stand in between your legs. You want to get this over with and at the same time you want your boyfriend to finally get comfortable and go back to finishing setting up his new table (of course, with your guidance and care). Wonwoo’s warm hands rest on your pajama cladded lap. He gives them one to two squeezes as a sign that he trusts you. 

“Tell me what to do,” you ask as you squeeze a small amount from the bottle on your palm. 

“I usually put that exact amount and apply it to my face,” Wonwoo tells you his routine while guiding your hands to his face. When he notices how you’re doing a good job, he teasingly praises you, “You’re a pro at this. You should take charge of shaving my face from now on.”

“Shut up unless you want another injury.” You fake a glare and he just gives you a pout. 

This boy, you thought in love.

After the cream is evenly applied just as he instructed, you carefully graze the razor against his skin, slowly removing the cream and hairs along with it. Wonwoo only made small movements, whispering words of assurance to not scare you. All the while, he has returned his gaze to your concentrated face. Your lip was caught between your teeth as you made sure every part was covered. That makes your boyfriend’s insides all mushy and he can’t wait to pepper your whole face with kisses. 

You were finished in less than ten minutes and if you think about it, it’s not that hard. Maybe you do have a knack for shaving your boyfriend’s face. But, you wouldn’t let him know that right now. 

“Thank you baby,” Wonwoo expresses his gratitude by locking his arms around your waist and resting his freshly shaved face on the crook of your neck. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Your boyfriend’s dramatics is no news for you so you just let him be and return his embrace with a kiss on his forehead. 

“Come on.” You give his head a pat to make him let go. “Let’s finish setting your new table up.”

[darthmaulification]

jango fett nsfw alphabet

A/N: jango fett... my love of loves... 😳🤲💗 also, pronouncing jango as yango in my mind as i write has become my fixation for the week. 😌 i wish we got more of him though. woulda been nice. 👊😔

this has been sitting half-done in my drafts for... a while... and i know that i’ve had a couple of requests for a jango nsfw alphabet, so i sat down and finished up this bitch. 😤

again, when i write nsfw alphabets, they do tend to imply afab!reader, because that’s just my experience and what i’m most familiar/comfortable writing. however, if you omit particular lines, it works well enough for gn!reader as well! ✌

nsfw below the cut! 😘

A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?

Jango takes aftercare very very seriously. He’s naturally caring, so it also comes easy to him as well. Jango wants you to be fully comfortable, clean, and not have any serious aches after any round (or rounds) of sex. He gets you anything you may need, like a damp cloth, a massage, or he’ll even run you a warm bath/shower. He’ll be talking to you throughout the whole routine, in this soft, almost sweet voice, because he’s kinda all mushy from that after sex glow as well. Jango, as part of the aftercare, also cuddles you.

B = body part (what’s their favorite body part of their partner? what about themselves?)

Jango genuinely does love every part of your body, so it’s hard for him to choose a favorite. You’re perfect to him which makes it difficult to love any part of you more than another. However, he does tend to favor the more tender areas of your body. Be that your thighs, ass, tummy, breasts, etc etc, Jango likes the soft, malleable parts that he’s able to squeeze. He particularly enjoys seeing your plush flesh spilling from between his fingers as he rails you, and the drastic difference of your soft body against his firm, muscled one. 

If Jango had to choose a part of his body as his favorite, he’d choose his hands. He does everything with them, his entire life’s work has been carried out by his hands, from firing a blaster to raising Boba. They are the epicenter of every action he’s ever enacted, and they work pretty damn good, so his hands are definitely top priority. Also, Jango really enjoys seeing his hands all over you. The juxtaposition of his weathered, large hands on your smooth skin is a heavenly sight for him.

C = cum (basically anything to do with cum)

He cums inside, without fail. Jango loves nothing more than to bottom out inside you, pushing his cock as deep as it can go, and feel the warm, velvety heat of your core around him as he fires a load straight to your womb. Jango has a good amount of cum too, hot, sticky, white stuff that comes out in lengthy staccato spurts, that always takes a couple of good, hard thrusts to fully finish. Though if your less than thrilled to have Jango cum inside you, his pull out game is pretty damn strong, and he’ll oblige no questions asked. 

D = dirty secret (what’s their dirty secret?)

Jango just wants to settle down somewhere, preferably on a remote enough Outer Rim planet or moon, and just... make babies. He wants to make a whole damn squadron with you, have a hoard of brats (lead by Boba, of course) running around, with you pregnant and glowing, all while you live unbothered and away from Jedi, Kaminoans, war— everything. Jango has this vision in mind of you, him, and Boba just packing up and leaving to some distant planet’s village and building from the ground up, starting a new, peaceful life. He desperately wants that domesticity with you, filled with Boba and even more children and love and happiness. 

And even if you don’t want any more children, he still wants everything else with you.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jango may not have been the biggest stud out there, but he has had his fair share of conquests. He’s never had a solid, actual relationship before you, all the others being hook ups from cantinas or brothels, because his job, lifestyle, and later Boba really demanded most of his attention. But, Jango has gotten close with enough women to know his way around the block, as well as read enough material to learn rather interesting ways to please another person.

F = favorite position (what’s their favorite position?)

Jango is a bit vanilla when it comes to positions, because he has his favorites that he doesn’t really stray from. So here they are:

Missionary. Jango likes basic missionary for the control it gives him. He loves being on top of you, able to do just about anything he pleases with your body and watch as you writhe and moan beneath him. He likes watching your face contort with pleasure when he’s flush on top of you, hips bucking and fingers toying with your clit. he likes when you pull him close with your legs, though sometimes he’ll grab you by the backs of your knees, folding you back, and slam into you like there’s no tomorrow. Jango also likes missionary for how intimate and personal it is, how yours and his bodies are entwined together.

Butterfly. He loves this position so much. Jango loves having you like this on the bed or a table, loves having your ankles on his shoulders or holding your legs at his sides as he ruts deep into you. It gives him a lot of control, which he enjoys, and the most perfect view of you coming undone, the way your lips cry his name, how your breasts bounce, and the view it gives of his cock plunging in and out of you. It’s also the position Jango’s able to hold out the longest in, and especially the one he’s able to fuck you thoroughly through your orgasm in.

G = goofy (are they the more serious type, or more humorous?)

Jango is a Closet Romantic, so he can get uncharacteristically sappy during sex. He’s not goofy, he won’t be cracking jokes or smiling like a madman, but he will have just the most tender look in his eyes, alongside the lust, like he’s realizing he loves you over and over again. This makes him less serious in return, because he looks too damn happy to be all stoic and overly focused. But that doesn’t mean he’s slacking or letting up in any way, that’s for sure. Jango is fully focused on making sure you wail from the pleasure he gives you.

H = hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Jango is very into his personal upkeep, so he’s always sure to trim downstairs. He isn’t vain, but he is a functionalist, so he keeps the tuft to a minimum. Same goes for the rest of the hair on his body, Jango keeps his hair short and is cleanshaven 98% of the time. It’s all about manageability for him.

I = intimacy ( how intimate are they during sex?)

Again, Jango is a Closet Romantic, so he is pretty darn intimate, despite how rough, hard, or kinky the sex may be. He keeps sex intimate through other means, like how he’s almost always face to face with you, or how he’s constantly calling you pet names like “Mesh’la” or “Cyar’ika”. Jango is always so close to you, like his being is one with yours, and it is amazing. He’ll be pounding you raw, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, but the whole time he’ll be telling you how much he loves you and you’ll feel it in your soul. Jango is intimate in a brutally wonderful way.

J = jack off (do they masturbate?)

Before he met you? Not all that often, maybe once in a blue moon. He didn’t have much time, to be honest, nor the will to. After he met you? ... Well, whenever you’re on his mind and he’s got that itch that needs scratching. It doesn’t happen often, but Jango does realize he’s yanking it more than he ever used to.

K = kinks (any kinks?)

Oh, yeah. Jango’s the type of man who looks all unassuming and vanilla on the surface, but Maker when you dig a little, he’s one kinky gentleman. Here’s his main ones:

Daddy kink. Jango is a bonifide DILF, so if you call him Daddy he’ll be on you in no time flat. He likes how the name falls off your lips when he’s got you bouncing on his cock, or how there’s a satisfying ring to it when you’re begging him to let you come. In fact, he likes the name so much he’ll probably be okay with it if you say it to him in public.

Breeding/pregnancy kink. ALL MANDALORIANS HAVE BREEDING KINKS. I said what I said and I meant what I said!! Fuck, Jango wants to get you pregnant so bad it has his balls aching. He cums in you every time, makes sure all his cum stays deep inside you, and grunts out how sexy you’d look with a round belly, with tits full of milk, all glowy and beautiful in the way pregnant women are. It’s his desire for family that really kicks in, and that Jango was raised to value and honor parenthood and children like every Mandalorian is taught.

Bondage. Specifically with blue ribbon, of all things. Jango loves nothing more than to tie you up, maybe lace your wrists together behind your back, tie your ankles to the bedposts, he loves the control it gives him, the access. He is also very much a fan of the view, of your tight, glistening cunt that’s all needy for him. If you’re not a fan of bondage though, Jango won’t be upset or hold it against you, but he may just ask for you to wear the blue ribbon, like lingerie he’s able to pull at a little.

Marking. Jango doesn’t like biting, but he does love leaving dark, big hickeys all over your body. His lips are constantly on your skin, whenever he isn’t busy teasing, sucking dark marks on your neck, back, breasts, everywhere. And again, he doesn’t like biting, but there’ll be times when his teeth just barely graze your skin, and sometimes he nibble at your earlobe or other delicate parts of your body.

Size kink. Jango may not be the biggest man, but he’ll always be big to you. It’s his presence that really does it, the aura that surrounds him and makes him ten times larger. It’s powerful and intimidating, and Jango knows this and revels in it. He loves being the big, strong man doting on his sweet, small partner, loves how you look under him and his hands, how your pussy has to stretch around his cock. It’s utterly obscene how horny it makes Jango to see your cute slit swallow his dick, how your tight core takes him with a bit of struggle every time. It makes him go especially feral if he’s able to see himself poke against your skin from the inside.

L = location (favorite place to “do the do”?)

The bedroom, for a couple practical reasons. One, Boba exists, and it’s every parent’s nightmare to have their child walk in on them doing the do. Two, it’s the most secure and safe place Jango and you have. He keeps the bedroom fortified like he would a small army base, there are hidden weapons, sensors, etc— In fact, yours and Jango’s bedroom also doubles as a safety bunker should it be necessary. 

And since the bedroom is so safe, Jango is completely comfortable and at ease inside it, so he’s more inclined to do positively nasty things to/with you.

M = motivation (what gets them turned on?)

Jango gets pretty motivated to roll in the hay quite easily, but if there’s any sure fire way you can get him hard in seconds it would be lingerie. He finds you so sexy in something downright scandalous. You’re dressed all scantily clad just for him? Yes, please. You lean over and whisper you’ve got a thong on? He’s making sure Boba is off doing something for a long period of time so he can have his way with you. Lingerie and other suggestive clothing makes Jango weak in the knees.

N = NO (what’s their turn offs?)

Jango draws the line at sadism. He doesn’t, and won’t ever, want to hurt you in any way, even if you asked for it. The thought of him laying a hand on you like that makes him shut down. It’d be a definite mood killer.

O = oral (do they have a preference in giving/receiving?)

Listen, Jango is a caring man, he loves to give head. He lives for the feeling of your thighs on either side of his head, the way you tremble and clench, the taste of your wet pussy and delectable, sweet release. Jango seeks to work you to near overstimulation with his mouth, bringing you to the edge and leaving you there before he brutally makes you hit orgasm. And if you haven’t cum at least twice from him going down on you alone, Jango feels he failed and it’s now a dire mission to correct the wrong.

Now for receiving head... Jango gets kinda feral when you do. If you want to suck him off, he gets very controlling and very dominate. He clasps a sturdy hand on the back of your head, controls your pace, and orders you on exactly he wants done to him. Expect to take his whole length, with enough prep, in your mouth and have Jango all but throat fuck you. You’ll definitely be deepthroating that bitch, so slobber on his cock a little bit, Jango likes seeing you all messy like that.

P = pace & PDA (are they soft, sensual, rough, or feral? are they open to displaying the relationship?)

Jango fucks like your his lifeline, which you kinda are, so he often times goes hard and rough, but with an overpowering sensuality that leaves you breathless. He spends every second he’s on you making sure you know you’re utterly perfect while simultaneously blowing your back out and ruining you with all the dirty things that come out of his mouth. His hands never leave you for a second, always he is exploring your body like it’s always the first time he has, lips leaving searing kisses all over you, completely and utterly ravishing you. Jango puts his entire being into fucking, all of his effort into loving you. 

Sometimes though, Jango will go gentler. He’ll maintain that same intensity, but he’ll be more tender, something akin to soft. Usually he’s like this if he’s feeling particularly sappy and/or lovey-dovey, but he’ll also go like this if you ask, specifically if you use the words “make love”.

Q = quickies (what’s their opinion on quickies?)

Jango would have definitely been more inclined towards quickies pre-Boba, but since he has a son who’s no longer a baby and can walk and has the tendency to explore, Jango can’t really ensure the privacy of a quickie in a hallway, or the kitchen, or the Slave I... or anywhere for that matter. So while he does thoroughly enjoy them, any opportunity to stick his dick in you is golden in his book, he and you kinda have to be aware of the young boy who has the possibility to pop up whenever.

R = risks (are they okay with experimenting? do they take risks?)

The only risks that Jango would ever take would be in an environment where Jango has full control over any and all factors. This means he won’t pull you into a storage closet to fuck unless he knows for a fact no one is coming down the hallway anytime soon, or he knows that no one uses the empty bedroom you found, or anything else for that matter. However, Jango can’t always ensure that, so don’t expect too many sexual escapades in less than appropriate areas.

On the topic of kinks, positions, toys and whatnot, Jango is far more willing to experiment, especially with toys and positions. He likes a little flare, so he’ll gladly accept to try fun sex positions you’ve seen on the holonet, or a new toy you purchased. Jango will only draw a hard line at stuff that has too high of a potential to hurt you, or him for that matter.

S = stamina (how many rounds can they last?)

Because Jango paces himself so well and is a master of self control, he can go for a long time, especially if he’s fairly well rested and in relatively good condition. He can easily last 3-4 rounds before his body tells him to go the fuck to sleep, and even when that happens, he might eat you out one last time (if you’re so inclined and willing). 

T = toys (do they own/use any toys?)

(in Patrick voice) Is ribbon a toy? Jango owns a length of cobalt blue ribbon that he uses to tie you up, and a small vibrator that he likes to overstimulate your clit with, should you be okay with either of the two. He’s never personally had toys of his own (waste of money, no one to use it on, etc) but after meeting you, those (especially the ribbon) were the first ones he’s ever bought. If you have any toys, Jango might be a bit adverse to any that you intend to try on him, depending upon the toy’s purpose.

U = unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Yes. Jango teases in the smuggest, most prideful way possible that’ll make you want to rip your hair out, but it’s all so painfully eloquent and well-mannered, it’s sexy. He’s the master of making his teasing sound worth it, that’ll you’ll want to hear it all over again and again. This sentiment extends to what he actually does to you as well, which sucks but is so perfect at the same time. Jango is able to tease you just right, stopping at perfectly infuriating times that’ll have you hot and bothered before indulging you wonderfully before he does it all over again.

V = volume (how loud or quiet are they during sex?)

Jango is more talkative than anything else, spending most his time teasing you, letting the most polite dirty things slip past his lips. But when he really gets going, Jango gets louder, grunting more, low groans reverberating in his chest and throat, occasionally cussing in Mando’a. It all depends on the type of sex you’re having, whether it’s slow and passionate or rough and frenzied.

W = wildcard (what’s a random headcanon?)

Jango loves it when you mark him up a bit too. Whether that be leaving cute little love bites on his chest and neck, or long scratches down his back, or even only the barely noticeable divots of your fingernails on his shoulders— Jango will wear them unapologetically and proudly. He won’t go out of his way to show them off (who even sees him out of his armor anyways?), but knowing that they’re there is enough for him to get a little smug about it. 

X = x-ray & x-tra (what’s underneath those clothes? any more random headcanons?”)

Jango’s got a nice bod, that’s for damn sure. He’s doesn’t have that statuesque, male model body that’s plastered on advertisements, but his sturdy frame certainly isn’t undesirable in the slightest. Jango is broad everywhere; from his wide, strong shoulders, to his large hands, to every beefy muscle on his body. He has probably the best pair of pecs out there, bulky and deliciously brushed with dark chest hair, and a very cute firm stomach with minimal yet powerful definition. There’s also something to be said about his arms and legs, all of which are absolutely stacked with bulging muscle, toned from years of training and fighting. Jango has a body that radiates strength and power, intimidating but incredibly handsome.

He has some scars too, most mar the bronze skin of his hands and arms, but there’s a few significant ones on his torso and legs as well. Most have gone silvery with age, but there’s a couple that are more pink. Jango may not ever admit it, but some of the older scars, especially the larger, thicker ones, give him phantom pains every once in a while. He finds it very comforting if you kiss them.

Now, the best part. Jango is packing heat in his pants. He’s got a good cock on him, that’s for damn sure. He’s not pornstar big, coming in at 6.5 inches in length, but Maker is he girthy. Jango’s penis is just under 3 inches in diameter, almost the width of a soda can. He’s uncut, and when erect it has a subtle tilt to the left and up. It’s also weighty, so you’ll really be able to feel it when he’s in.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jango has a moderately high sex drive. He’s not one to find everything you’re doing a turn on (coughMaulcough), but he gets a lil’ frisky and handsy if you’re looking all cute doing your thing. Jango also tends to want you a bit more if he’s been parted from you for any amount of time, especially after long, tireless missions when all he thinks about is returning to you.

Of course, he has to exercise his self-restraint, because there is a certain third party by the name of Boba who Jango does not want to have walk in while he’s doing... less than appropriate things to you. So Jango is able to quell his sex drive quite well and save it for later.

Z = zzzz (how fast do they fall asleep after?)

Normally, Jango kinda has a bit of trouble falling asleep, often laying awake for a long few hours, because he has a lot to worry about in his life (and a lot of unresolved guilt too). Though, after a few rounds or so of sex, he’s more inclined to fall asleep from the exertion and that mellow, sleepy afterglow sex has the tendency to be followed up with. Jango still doesn’t fall asleep all to fast after, but once he’s got you cleaned up and you’re both happy and curled up next to each other, he’ll fall asleep maybe half an hour or so after you have. He always falls asleep after you, regardless.

[trashcanfanfics]

Hey!! I was wondering if you could write a fic about Angel dust inviting the whole Hotel gang to one of his shows and neither of them are able nor want to come. So the reader feels bad and comes to surprise him, making Angel feel warm and mushy cause someone actually cares about spider boi🥺❤️ Thank you sm!💕

I saw this the first time in my inbox and was so excited to get to it!!

Angel walked into the hotel with tickets to his latest show. It's supposed to be more of a burlesque type thing this time and he thought it'd be the tamest show he could have his sort of friends go to. Just so he could have people he knew in the crowd. He saw them most of them in the lobby, Y/n wasn't there, but he'd just ask them later.

"Hey, everyone! I've got tickets to my show tonight, who wants one?" He was hoping all of them would come, to at least show some support. The girls were sitting on the sofa while Alastor and Husk occupied the front desk/bar. Charlie looked guilty while Vaggie pursed here lips and looked away.

"Sorry, Angel, Vaggie and I have a date tonight." Charlie smiled apologetically. "We'll come to the next one, though!" He'd heard that promise before. There would always be something that was stopping her from going. He wished that she'd just say she didn't want to go. It would hurt less.

"That's fine, Chuck. What about it boys?" He turned his head to the bar. "You wanna see me perform?" He waked over and waved the tickets at them to make them more enticing.

"Why would I want to see such a shameful display? Why, you could hardly call it good entertainment!" Alastor's hand waved in the air as he refused with a laugh, canned laughter joining in the background. Angel expected his answer but was still hurt. He didn't let it show and rolled his eyes.

"No." Was all Husk said before he took a gulp of the cheap booze he held in his paw. Angel's heart sank. No one wanted to go and he was crushed. He hid it with a shrug and a looking of indifference.

"Your loss. Imma head upstairs to get ready." He set the tickets down on the bar. "In case ya change ya mind." He winked flirtatiously at them before heading up to his room.

He reached his room and quickly went in, his face full of sad disapointment. Angel decided to just stuff down the feelings and get ready for the show. Packing all he needed into his duffel bag and getting what he could on or applied.

A few hours later, and he had to leave. Before he left, he looked over to see the tickets still where he left them on the bar, untouched. No one around to see his sad frown. Angel scowled and looked away, walking out the door, slamming it behind him and headed to the club.

~*~

You walked out of your room, just waking up from a nap, and headed downstairs. You noticed Husk behind the bar, with Alastor chattering away, his hands speaking with him. Looking around, there was no sign of Angel, Charlie, or Vaggie. You shrugged it off and went over to the bar to sit at it. There were tickets on the counter, you noticed as you sat one seat away from the deer demon.

"Well, hello sleepyhead!" Alastor addressed you with his usual loudness. "Nice of you to join us today!" You only hummed back and picked up one of the tickets.

"What's this?" You examined it. It looked like it was for some burlesque show happening at a club nearby. Alastor scoffed, his wide smile staying in place.

"Why, our dear Angel Dust is putting on a show and invited us!" His answer made you look at the details and see that Angel was, indeed, part of the show. The ticket mentioned how the show started at six o'clock pm. You hummed and looked at the clock, forty minutes until it started.

"So, when are you guys planning to leave, then?" You looked back at them to see Alastor tilt his head and regard you with amusement and Husk to roll his eyes and down the rest of his bottle.

"We ain't goin'." He grumbled and Alastor's smile grew wider. You furrowed your brow and felt annoyance bubble up inside you.

"Why the fuck not? He asked you guys to go, got you tickets," you shifted in your seat to face them fully, "that're probably gonna come out of his pay, by the way. He wants you guys there and you just refused to go? You both are fucking assholes." You stood, ignoring them both staring at you. Grabbing a ticket, you stommped bacck upstairs to get ready to go.

~*~

Angel peeked behind the curtain, watching people file in and still not seeing anyone from the hotel. He wondered if Y/n also refused to go. Probably, he thought, causing his heart to sink. Truth be told, he had grown close to the demon. They were always there to listen to his rants or help with the back of his wigs if he couldn't get it right. Y/n was his best friend, next to Cherri, of course. He let go of the curtain and headed back to the dressing rooms while remembering one of their misadventures with a small smile.

Y/n and Cherri were both in the crowd while he was on stage, pole dancing. They both were shouting and cheering like they were at a concert, both tipsy. Other patrons were annoyed and told them to shut up. Y/n blew a raspberry at them and Angel had to hold in a breath to not laugh. He had been watching them so he didn't notice someone crawling on the stage until they attatched themselves to his leg. His startled yelp drew both his friends' attention and they wasted no time in rushing up to the stage to grab the pervert.

Cherri yanked him off and Y/n grabbed him, throwing him off the stage while shouting "YEET". The both of them giggled as they clumsily hugged Angel in an attempt to comfort him. The performance ended after that.

He was brought back to the present by the announcer sating his name. Had he really been in his own world for three performers' shows already? Dusting off his outfit, he made his way to the side of the stage and put on his sexy persona. One breath in, and breathe it out. He walked out in a strut and heard wolf whistles.

"Hell yeah! You go bitch!" His head whipped out to the crowd to see Y/n right there, in the front row. He smiled as his chest burst with happiness. He really could count on them. The spider began his show with new vigor. Angel was determined to give them the best show he could. His heart beating faster and stomach full of butterflies everytime he looked their way or they cheered.

"Thank you, Y/n." He said softly. "For everything."

[nomstellations]

My writing muse has been busted lately, but I’ve had this mawdness combat fic in my pocket that I’ve been wanting to share! Fellow shadow man enjoyers, come get your juice (especially you, anon!)

You wordlessly stare at a painting at the other wall, trying to keep your eyes off the other person in the room. This was routine for you, being the personal chef for one of the most powerful people in Nevada. You cooked whatever he requested of you daily and brought it up to his office, stood around while he ate it, and then took the dishes back to wash and prepare for his next meal. Granted, you didn’t have to stick around, another one of his workers would easily pick up the slack….but you had your reasons to stay. You watched from the corner of your eye as the shadowy figure enjoyed his meal, despite having cleaned a few plates already he was still enjoying a steak as if he had just started eating. His suit however betrayed how full he really was, having grown tight around his growing middle. If you listened closely enough you could hear a few grumbles coming from it working, and you felt warmth rush to your ears as you looked away. You were really lucky he never caught you staring. The Auditor could be ruthless, and you weren't sure if he would be so kind to you if you were caught no matter how good your food was. So you sneaked looks whenever you got the chance, entertaining the thought that maybe one day you'd be able to get close and maybe even rub it...that was a pipe dream, but you were allowed to have those. At least, so you thought.

Some time between your glances, you can feel eyes staring back at you. Looking over you're met with the Auditor's red gaze. Uh oh. "Come closer for a moment, won't you?" You comply, your heart beating out of your chest. He caught you staring at his stomach, didn't he? You don't mean to stare, but the way it was sticking out against his suit made you warm in the face. You were happy he enjoyed your cooking and admittedly, a part of you wanted to enjoy the results of it and give his belly a nice rub...but maybe after this, your dreams would be no more. The Auditor's eyes narrow slightly at your approach, you can't really tell if he's glaring or not given how he usually keeps his mouth hidden. When you get close enough he grabs your hand and you flinch expecting it to be rough, but he was actually rather gentle. He brings your hand to rest on his stomach, which gurgles quietly under your touch. "I've noticed you taking glances...if you're so interested, why don't you do me a favor?" "A-a favor, sir?" You feel faint, partially out of fear for what might happen next and partially because your hand was resting right on top of his belly. "Yes, why don't you help me finish off dessert and help my stomach settle? Seeing as you're so interested in it…." You can only stutter in response, shocked that he'd ask something like this of you. You weren't going to be picky about it however, and you gave him a somewhat shaky nod. The shade responded with a low rumbling sound, could that be a purr? He gestured to a plate with a slice of cheesecake on it, one you had prepared not that long ago. It couldn't be too hard...cutting a piece with the fork, you offer it up to him. His mouth opens up revealing sharp teeth, which you place the forkful in. The rumbling starts up again as he savors the bite, and you use your other hand to give his stomach a little massage. He was...definitely purring, who knew he could do that? It was cute, but you were keeping that to yourself. The Auditor's stomach made a series of content gurgles and grumbles under your touch, and you fell into a rhythm of feeding him bites and rubbing his belly. He was surprisingly quite warm and his stomach was rather soft, you sort of started to zone out imagining resting against it...you didn't notice there was no more cake left until you heard the fork clink against the plate. Looking up, you see that the Auditor's eyes are thin slits, maybe all the rubbing put him to sleep. Giving his belly one last gentle pat, you start to move away and set down the plate...but a hand grabs your wrist. The Auditor was awake after all, and it seems like he wasn't done with you yet. "You're quite the masseuse…and I'm not quite full yet. I think you can do me one last favor…."

You gave him a confused look, you had no food left to feed him. Chuckling quietly at your expression, he let go of your wrist and gestured for you to stay put. You watched in wonder as his dark body started to grow in size, the black flames that made up his body were starting to lick at the ceiling. You were a little under half his size now, and his hands came to lift you up and rest you on his still rumbling stomach. "There. That should be enough room for you to rest comfortably."  You noted now that he didn't exactly let go of you, and now his mouth was opening up...he was going to make a meal out of you! You wriggled in his grip and he sighed, his expression now taking a more gentle look. "You won't be hurt, I promise. I'll release you after a little while, just...let me hold onto you for a while." He gently rubs your head to calm you down, and after a moment you hesitantly nod. You had no choice but to trust his word, he was your boss...maybe it wouldn't be so bad? He lifted you up to his maw full of sharp teeth, but he was very careful and delicate with placing your torso inside. His touch was surprisingly gentle, while he tasted you he was sure that his teeth didn't even graze you. His insides were dark as expected, but there was a dim red glow coming from the back of his throat. As if he was reading your mind you were shifted closer to it, he was preparing to swallow you whole. A deep gulp rang out around you as you were pulled into his throat, with the rest of your body waiting to follow suit. It was a bit tight but pretty warm and surprisingly comfortable, and you found yourself relaxing as another gulp pushed you further in. You remained still as he slowly swallowed you down, dark muscles pulled you deep into his body and towards the awaiting grumbles of his stomach. It took a minute or so but you finally got pushed into his stomach. The walls glowed a gentle red and churned around you, and sitting amongst all the heat and mushy food it reminded you of a hot tub or a sauna. Just one that was going to ruin your clothes, but you were otherwise fine and honestly comfortable. The Auditor sighed above you and rested a hand on you, seemingly content. Remembering his earlier comment you press a hand into the slick walls, giving it a hesitant rub. Vibrations well up from all around you as he starts to purr, much stronger than before. After a few minutes of content purring and you massaging his stomach, you hear his deep voice speak to you. "Ahh...that feels wonderful. You taste quite delicious too...I may just have to add this onto your list of duties. You'll be compensated, of course." Always a professional, even when speaking through clearly happy rumbles. You supposed you didn't mind the new job. It was actually quite nice in here, and you pressed out where his hand was to signal your agreement. He hummed in response, gently rubbing against you in return as he settled in to rest for a while.

[hellimagines]

Collateral -- JJ Maybank (Part One)

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Summary: JJ’s stunt with Barry bites him in the ass when the angry drug dealer kidnaps you and decides you’re JJ’s collateral for the stolen money.

Warnings: kidnapping, violence, angst, mentions of child abuse and drug use

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!Routledge!reader

Word Count: 4,800+

A/N: I started writing this after binge-watching Outer Banks, and before I knew what was happening, I had written 20 pages of this and hadn’t even gotten to the climax… So, this has clearly been broken up into parts. I have part two already finished, and I’m almost finished with part three, but I’m not uploading them tonight because I want this to see the light of day first, and gain some love before I do anything. Please let me know what you guys think of this! I know there isn’t a lot of mushy-feely stuff in this chapter, and it’s mainly angst but, I had so much fun writing this, so please give it a chance and tell me what you think. Also, it’s canon divergent because I tweaked the DCS storyline and everything after John B. finds the first gold bar.

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Your shift at The Wreck had been a long and strenuous one, more so than usual, because Kie hadn’t shown up for her night shift which left you to pull a double and cover for her. In your opinion, the nighttime customers were always worse than the morning customers since they typically consisted of kooks and tourons who expected the best of the best and nothing less. You had a short fuse, similar to your boyfriend, and would often get snippy with customers who complained about trivial things: their drinks having too much ice, their salad too much dressing, or their Chef’s Board not enough cheese or the wrong kind of cheese. Kie’s dad kept you on morning and afternoon shifts as much as possible due to the locals of The Cut coming to the cafe during those times, and your ability to make them feel at home while they ate their toast and sipped their coffee. So, having to work a night shift unexpectedly without a break from your morning shift left you feeling exhausted and detached from the world.

As peeved as you were with Kie for pulling a no-call-no-show, you were more worried than anything; especially when you noticed JJ wasn’t waiting outside to walk home with you like he normally was. You hadn’t heard from any of the other pogues since yesterday, when you had to go to work and they went over to Crain Mansion in search of the gold. You would’ve gone with them, but you couldn’t risk missing another day of work and possibly being fired. After your shift yesterday (and noticing the lack of blond curls outside the cafe), you had headed home with the plan to meet up with your friends and learn of any new updates--but, when you arrived, nobody was there. You waited around for the rest of the day, but when 10 o’clock rolled around and nobody had shown, you retreated to your bedroom and fell asleep. When you had woken up around 5 a.m to get ready for your shift at work, you were relieved to find JJ curled around you fast asleep, and your brother, Sarah, Kie, and Pope passed out together on the futon in the living room. They had a pot cradled between the four of them, but you thought nothing of it as you got ready for work. You left behind a note, asking them to stop by The Wreck when they woke up to fill you in on whatever you had missed, but they had never shown up. 

Now, as you locked up The Wreck at the end of your 10 o’clock shift and waved to the cooks and other wait staff as you all parted ways, your worry only increased. The Cut was warm and humid as you made your way toward the chateau, forcing you to shed your work shirt in favor of the tanktop laying beneath. Your hair was pulled into a high-pony, and while it had been sleek and put together at 6 o’clock this morning, you now had frizzed strands falling into your face and the bottom of your hair was sticky from an exploded champagne bottle earlier that night. Your feet ached and your hips felt unbalanced from the constant speed-walking and maneuvering around tables and patrons, and you wanted nothing more than to collapse against JJ in your room and sleep for a solid 12 hours straight. Before you could do that, though, you had to continue your thirty-minute walk to said paradise and make sure everyone was okay. 

As you left the hustle and bustle surrounding The Wreck and the docks, and ventured further into The Cut, you felt the tension beginning to ease out of your body at the familiar surroundings. As much as you loved The Wreck, you were not a fan of the kooks and tourons that migrated there throughout the night, bothering you during and after your shifts. As expected, the night held the worst of the batch, with alcohol and other drugs filtering their systems and giving them loose tongues and firm hands. Even though you could handle yourself and those who tried making a move on you, you never felt at ease or safe while leaving The Wreck; unless JJ or your friends were with you and you didn’t have to check over your shoulder every few feet. Crossing the imaginary threshold between The Wreck and The Cut always eased your mind, allowing you to slow your steps and cease checking your shoulder. This was also primarily because on The Cut, people knew who you were--not only as a waitress, a pogue, or (Y/N) Routledge, but as ‘JJ Maybank’s girl’. It pissed you off to no-end that people referred to you as ‘JJ’s girl’ more than your own name and you’d often chew people out on it, but you couldn’t deny the protection (and love and warmth and all-things-JJ) it gave you. You and JJ had been dating for two years, and while you loved him more than life and he loved you more than surfing, you often wished you could be seen as your own person: as (Y/N). Regardless of your annoyance at being solely known as JJ’s girl, as you walked the barely-lit streets of The Cut in nothing but a tank top and shorts, you were appreciative of your unofficial title. Very few people were walking around this late at night, but those who were offered you a simple nod or kept their eyes trained on the ground as you passed by, a complete contrast to the tourons near The Wreck. You expected this to continue until you reached your house, no longer looking over your shoulder for an unwanted kook or a touron that didn’t know the rules. 

You turned another corner, now only fifteen minutes away from home, and rolled your shoulders to try and release some of the built-up tension you gained from your shift as you walked. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, letting your muscles relax and a gentle breeze from the ocean to cloud your senses. Just as you were about to open your eyes and continue forward, you heard footsteps approaching you from behind. Your eyes shot open and your body turned but before you could see who it was, you felt the barrel of a gun press against your lower back. The metal was cold against your tank top as it dug into you, the owner’s hand coming up to grab your shoulder and keep you from moving away. 

“Maybank shouldn’t be leaving his things unattended, especially ones as pretty as you,” a voice muttered into your ear, jabbing the gun harshly into your spine. You froze, trying to place the voice to a face as you heard a vehicle approach and stop beside you.

“I’m not a thing, actually,” you retorted, keeping the fear out of your voice as the man behind you jerked you forward toward the black SUV. The backdoor swung open, but you couldn’t see who was driving it or if there was anyone else waiting for you inside. “What do you want? JJ isn’t his dad, whatever Luke’s done to piss you off is his own problem, not ours.”

The man laughed sharply in your ear as he shoved you forward, causing you to drop your shirt and tumble off the sidewalk, and your torso to fall into the backseat. You yelled out when the man grabbed your legs and pushed your body into the car, your body bending painfully as he slid in beside you. The door slammed shut and the man backed you into the corner of the SUV, caging your body against the door. Your hand shot down to the door handle, yanking on it to open the door and let you fall out, but it didn’t budge. 

“Child lock, snowball. You’re not going anywhere.” 

You looked up, finally able to see the man’s face as he grinned down at you. His grill shined each time the SUV passed under a streetlight and the black hair dangling in his face tickled your nose from how close he was. Instantly, you brought your foot up and kicked him in the stomach, pushing him away from you as you struggled to sit up. 

“What the fuck do you want, Barry?” you snapped while the dealer across from you laughed loudly and held onto his stomach. 

He smirked at you, “I forgot how much of a kicker you were, snowball.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been tryin’ to sell blow to fucking 8th graders,” you shot back, glaring at him. “Now tell me what the fuck you want.”

He raised his hands in surrender, the smirk never falling from his face. “I want my fucking money back. You little shits stole 25k from my goddamn house.”

“What the fuck are you on about? The last time I went to your shithole was a year ago to buy an 8ball,” you scoffed. 

“And while I do miss the revenue you brought me during your time as a cokehead, I’m not talking about you, snowball. Your boy, your brother, your brother’s new whore, the ex-kook, and Heyward’s son stole from me. I know you’re too smart and levelheaded to pull a stunt like that, and the ex-kook and her boyfriend have too much going for them to fuck it up by crossing me. This means it was either your boy or your brother,” Barry explained, his jaw tight with anger as he spoke.

“First of all, Kie and Pope have names. Second of all, they’re not dating. Third of all, what makes you think it wasn’t Sarah? From what I’ve heard, the Cameron’s have a history of robbing you blind.”

“Because my sister is too much of a pansy to pull a stunt like this, and she doesn’t even know who the fuck Barry is.” Your head shot up at the new voice, and you made eye contact with Rafe in the rearview mirror. “You dirty pogues have corrupted my sister.”

“I see someone’s been bitched,” you chuckled with a roll of your eyes. Rafe’s foot slammed on the break and caused you to slam into the back of the passenger seat with an oomph. He turned around, his arm already raised to throw a punch, when Barry grabbed it first.

“Chill the fuck out, Country Club. Can’t go beaten on her just yet. Now hurry the fuck up and get us to the hanger.” Rafe’s nostrils flared at Barry’s demand, and after a moment of his fist flexing in Barry’s hold, Rafe relented. He jerked his arm back and continued driving in silence. “Don’t piss off the driver, snowball,” Barry tsked, waving his finger in your face.

“Look, why would JJ or Birdie steal 25 thousand dollars from you? You know how much JJ despises you and your business because of what it’s done to his dad and the hole I fell into last year, and my brother doesn’t even know who the hell you are. It doesn’t make any sense.” 

Barry chuckled, “I see they’ve kept you in the dark. Did they tell you about the gold they found? That they tried pawning off to me this morning?” At the frown on your face and your furrowed brows, Barry laughed even harder. “Oh yeah, they brought in a seven-pound chunk of gold to the shop this morning. Offered ‘em a cashier’s check worth a couple thousand, but your boy is quite the negotiator. So, I sent them to the warehouse for the cash they wanted.”

“And let me take a wild-fucking-guess: on their way, you jumped them, stole the gold, and left them with nothing but dirt under their nails?” 

Barry grinned at your words, his tongue sliding over his grill as he laughed. “See, this is why they should’ve brought you along! Would’ve saved them from all the trouble they’ve gotten themselves into.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Well fuck, no wonder they stole from you. You stole from them first, Barry. An eye for a fucking eye, it’s the way of the jungle ‘round here. It’s the only damn law you follow.”

“You’re right, it is the only law I follow. Which is why you’re here, snowball. You see, before I could complete my task, they jumped me and stole my wallet and the gold. You’re smart, I bet you’re starting to see the problem now. No gold, no wallet, no 25k,” Barry seethed, the smirk falling from his face as he leaned forward, pushing you back into the corner of the seat. “JJ Maybank stole from me, plain as day. If I had seven pounds of gold in my hand it would be different, I wouldn’t be as pissed. But, you see, I don’t. So, as you said, it’s an eye for an eye. And what better to steal from JJ Maybank, than the only thing he cares about? The only thing he owns?”

“He doesn’t own me, so jot that down.”

Barry threw his head back and laughed loudly, shooting an unnerving feeling down your spine. Rafe laughed along, though anyone could tell it was forced as his eyes darted from the mirror to the road. “This entire goddamn island knows that he owns you, snowball, and you damn well know it too. Which means until I get my money back, you’re my collateral.”

--

The bruises decorating JJ’s torso ached with each step he took, but he had to keep moving toward the chateau: he had to prove to the others that he was good. He had to prove that he could do the right thing with the money he stole. Even if his dad couldn’t do the right thing, and wouldn’t let him back in the house without another beating, JJ could do the right thing and be good. Even if he stole the money it didn’t matter, because Barry stole his life, and Barry didn’t deserve the money, and Barry wasn’t good. The money would pay off his restitution, and you wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore and Pope wouldn’t have to feel guilty or worry about it anymore, either. Nobody would have to worry about him anymore, and it would all be good. 

But as JJ limped up the chateau’s steps, repeating to himself that, ‘it was all good, he was good, and everything would be good,’  he wasn’t expecting for the screen door to slam open and for John B. to body slam him into the ground. The blue thermos shot from his grip as he was flung down the stairs, and JJ couldn’t bite back his scream of pain when his already-aching body slammed into the dirt. He didn’t get a second to gather his bearings before John B. was pummeling his fists into his stomach and his arms and his face and anywhere else he could land a hit. JJ couldn’t even lift his legs to fight off his best friend from beating on his twice-battered body.

“This all your fault!” John B. screamed, his face an angry red as tears and spit rained down onto JJ. “He took her because of you!” He ceased his punches only to wrap his hands around JJ’s throat, squeezing and pressing down in an attempt to strangle the life out of his best friend.

Faintly, JJ could hear Pope, Kie, and Sarah screaming, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. His entire body felt cold but his head felt hot, and the buzzing in his ears was growing louder and louder until it was all he could hear. He could see John B.’s face above him, his lips moving as he screamed and sobbed, and JJ could see his own blood splattered on his best friend’s jaw and shirt. Black spots began to dance in front of his eyes, moving inward until he could only see the murderous rage filling John B.’s eyes. Just as the darkness settled over him, he felt John B.’s weight lift off of him and air came rushing back into his lungs. For a few seconds, all JJ could do was choke on the air whilst his body convulsed, and someone rolled him onto his side in a desperate hurry.

“-eathe, breathe JJ, come on.” Someone was talking to him, rubbing their hand up and down his back as he continued to shake. He still couldn’t see anything and he couldn’t tell who was talking to him and rubbing his back and all he really wanted to do was blackout for a bit. A harsh slap against the center of his back had other plans, causing the air to finally force itself into his lungs. JJ began to cough violently, continuing to choke on the air that was now entering his body. He tried pushing himself to his knees as he dry-heaved onto the ground, but his shaking arms and legs were too weak to support him.

Pope was yelling in the background, “Chill the fuck out, JB! You almost killed him!”, his voice bringing JJ’s senses back to where they belonged. 

“He fucking deserves it! He’s the reason she’s gone!” John B. yelled back, his voice deeper than JJ could remember. JJ blinked a few times, trying to focus on the bloody grass in front of him while his two friends continued fighting in the distance. 

“Hey, just keep breathing,” the person helping him - who JJ now recognized as Kie - soothed, pulling his sweaty hair out of his face as more blood dribbled from his lips. She was upset, JJ could tell by the way her hands were shaking and the sound of wet sniffles every few seconds. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, who John B. was talking about, but all that came out was a harsh wheeze from his burning lungs and even more blood. “Don’t- don’t say anything. Please, JJ, just… just breathe for a few minutes,” Kie whimpered before a sob slipped from her lips. 

He did as she asked and allowed his eyes to close, his body sinking into the ground as he focused on regulating his breathing. After a few minutes, JJ could hear John B. storm inside the chateau, kicking JJ’s crumpled body on his way up the stairs.

“John B., stop it!” Sarah yelled as she followed him inside. 

Pope came and knelt in front of JJ, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to help him sit up. “You fucked up, JJ, worse than I ever thought possible,” Pope sighed as he adjusted JJ against the railing. 

“What-” JJ broke off to cough into his fist, ignoring the blood that splattered across his hand, “what happened?” His voice was hoarse and barely understandable, but Kie and Pope knew what he was saying. 

“You stole twenty-five-thousand dollars from a drug dealer. One of the most nefarious drug dealers on this island, that’s what happened,” Kie said, standing up and pacing in front of the blond. “What did you think was gonna happen, JJ? That he’d let it go?”

“What did he take? The HMS Pogue?” JJ rasped, looking up at his friends in confusion. “(Y/N)’ll be pissed, but we can get it back, or I’ll buy her and John B. a new one with the money.” His thoughts didn’t make sense inside of his pounding head, but he still voiced them regardless. 

“How are you so stupid?” Pope yelled, causing JJ to flinch as the other to shot to his feet. “Why would John B. try to kill you over a boat? Don’t you think (Y/N) would be out here yelling at you, too?”

“My girl doesn’t yell, you know that, Pope,” JJ shook his head. “She’s got work and the boat- the boat is all they’ve got left of Big John,” JJ said, coughing a few times. His head was foggy and his vision was still blurry, so he couldn’t see the mentioned boat sitting on the dock to his left.

“No, JJ,” Kie sighed, “Barry didn’t take the HMS. He took (Y/N). He left a note on the van--he wants his money back, plus the gold, and an extra 5k in exchange for (Y/N). He’ll be back in a week to make the trade.”

“He didn’t say what he’d do to her if we don’t give him what he wants but… it’s not something that needs to be said,” Pope whispered as he carefully watched for JJ’s reaction.

A cold chill fell over JJ, causing him to shiver violently despite the warm temperature outside. “You’re lying,” he spat, forcing himself to his feet. Pope and Kie backed up, steering clear of his sudden burst of energy. “You’re fucking lying, she’s not- she’s not gone, he didn’t lay a fucking finger on her. Barry knows better. You just… you just want me to return the money, that’s it, she’s fine, she’s inside right now, she’s-”

“JJ, stop, please,” Kie cried as JJ spun around, tripping over himself in his haste to run up the stairs. Pope grabbed ahold of him before he could make it very far, pulling him away from the house and John B.’s anger. JJ flailed in his grasp, but he was too weak from the lack of oxygen and two beatings his body had just endured, to fight Pope off. 

“She’s fine!” he screamed, not noticing the tears that were falling from his eyes. “I told her I would protect her, I promised nobody would ever lay a finger on her! She’s inside, and she’s fine--Barry didn’t fucking touch my girl, you’re lying,” he sobbed, straining against Pope’s hold on his biceps.

“Why would we lie about this?” Kie yelled back, suddenly overwhelmed with having to watch JJ fall apart like this in front of her. “Why would your best fucking friend try and beat you to death if it wasn’t true? Why would the gold have been included in the letter? Huh JJ? Do you think (Y/N) would have ever gone along with something like this?” she screamed, her voice hoarse from crying as well.

“We’re telling the truth, JJ. She’s gone,” Pope said, holding onto JJ even tighter as his thrashing momentarily increased. 

JJ let the words wash over him, the truth of his mistake settling deep in his bones. The guilt, and the grief, and the anger weighed him down, and before he could stop himself, he let out a deep, guttural, inhumane scream of agony. Pope couldn’t hold him up anymore as JJ’s knees gave out, his entire body collapsing to the ground while he screamed. His throat burned more than it had before and he didn’t notice when his voice gave out, leaving him a mess on the floor with spit and blood dribbling from his gaping mouth. Pope cradled JJ to his chest, crying into his best friend’s shoulder while Kie fell beside the two, trying to get JJ to breathe again through her own tears.

--

Half an hour later, you were pulling up beside a hanger at the very back of a storage facility. You knew kooks used this area to store their boats, planes, cars, and other expensive things when they weren’t intending to be used in the near future--so you weren’t surprised when Rafe got out of the van and opened up the hanger, revealing a vintage boat and a handful of different furniture. With hurricane season already underway, and summer having begun, you knew kooks weren’t going to be visiting the storage facility very often, meaning there wasn’t a high hope that someone would stumble across you. 

“Welcome to your new home, snowball,” Barry leered, before opening the backdoor and dragging you out of the SUV. He kept the gun pressed against your waist while leading you into the hanger, leaving Rafe to pull the SUV around the corner. It was cold inside, much colder than you were expecting, and you had to fight to keep a shiver from trickling down your spine. “You and I are gonna be real comfortable in here for the next week, maybe longer if your boy doesn’t come through.”

‘He’ll come through’, you thought to yourself, worry spiking inside of you at the mention of JJ. You looked over your shoulder as Rafe came into the hanger and loudly pulled the door down behind him. “So, what? You’re just going to keep me locked up in here until you get what you want? I have a fucking job, Barry. I’ve already called out enough as it is, pulling a no-call-no-show for an entire week is going to get me fired.”

Barry reeled around to stare at you, an incredulous look on his face. “I’ve just kidnapped you and held you at gunpoint, and you’re worried about your damn job?” he asked, waving the gun in front of your face for emphasis.

“Uh, yeah, no shit. My job is the only reason DCS hasn’t snatched me and my brother into the system. Mr. Carrera has agreed to help us maneuver a few technicalities with DCS--so long as I take on extra shifts when needed, and show the fuck up. Plus, a week’s worth of zero tips means bills won’t be paid and stomachs won’t be fed,” you scoffed, knocking the gun away from your face.

“I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in, snowball-”

“Ay, nuh-uh, Country Club. Get your own nickname,” Barry cut in, prompting you to raise your eyebrows.

“But you-”

“Nope. Get your own.”

Rafe paused, glaring down at you in thought, before nodding to himself. “I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in, Maybitch-”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” you groaned, pressing your fingers to your forehead in exasperation. ‘It’s got a nice ring to it, though, and JJ would eat it up… Could even get a laugh out of Pope, I bet,’ you couldn’t help but think.

Barry knocked the gun against Rafe’s shoulder, shutting him up with a look of annoyance. “Your boy has gotten himself in a lotta trouble, 25k worth of trouble. So until I get my fucking money, you’re not going anywhere,” Barry simplified.

You pouted in mock disappointment, “Could you at least write a note to my boss?” Barry groaned with a roll of his eyes before he nodded his head at Rafe and directed him toward something you couldn’t see. “Look, I’m gonna be honest with you, Bear. JJ and the others have probably spent the money already. JJ’s got restitution to pay, Pope has an interview he needs a suit for, Kie’s been wanting a new surfboard, and Birdie’s been wanting to fix up our boat with somethin’ pretty. There’s no way they’d let 25 thousand dollars burn a hole in their pockets.”

Barry chuckled darkly with a shake of his head and turned your body around. He forced you to face the spot he had sent Rafe to, where you saw a metal chair bolted to the ground with Rafe stood beside it. He held a boat chain, a lock, and zip ties in his hands and a wicked grin was cracked along his face. Barry moved your ponytail out of the way so he could lean his chin on your shoulder, taking satisfaction in the way your body trembled. “Trust me, snowball, after they see how well you’ve been treated at Hotel Barry, they’ll find a way to get me my money. And you,” he paused to laugh softly in your ear, “you’ll be providing me all the information I need on where to find the rest of that gold.”

‘I’m so fucked.’

--

All Writing Taglist (OPEN): @sophster1881​ @alilcloudy​

[yikesharringrove]

hi heres me projecting a sad thingy on steve. he secretly has a BIG thing for being called annoying, throughout his entire childhood his parents werent afraid of saying he was annoying or a bother, his friends growing up didnt hold back either, nancy said it too, even when she meant it in a cute way it still hurt. then the first time billy said it, except Billy was the only one who was able to catch the sudden switch, the switch from happy loud steve to quiet and dull.

“-and that’s when Tommy H. tried to pass the ball to George, but he wasn’t looking at it hit him in the head, and George started crying, and Tommy had to write him a note and now he can’t play outside during recess all week.” Steve was swinging his legs under the dinner table, sitting with his parents as they ate quietly.

He was recounting the daily second grade stories, pushing mushy vegetables around his plate.

His parents kept passing looks back and forth, looks Steve didn’t quite understand.

“And George doesn’t like Tommy, so I think that he-”

“Steven, I would like to enjoy my meal in peace, please.” His dad didn’t even look over at him.

“Uh, okay. Sorry, Dad.” He set his fork down, suddenly didn’t want to bother pretending eating his veggies. “May I be excused?” It was easier to simply retreat, go play in his room for the rest of the night.

Steve doesn’t like the way his dad looks at him sometimes.

It makes him feel bad inside. His dad simply waved a hand.

Steve took his plate into the kitchen, carefully placing it on the counter.

“He’s such a bother sometimes. Going on about the other children like it matters.”

“Richard, he’s a child.”

“And I don’t want him to grow into an adult that thinks it’s okay to annoy me people to death.”

Steve didn’t know what annoy means.

He asks his teacher the next day.

“To annoy someone means to irritate them. To bother them and make them angry.”

So, he irritated his father. He bothered him to the point where he was angry.

Steve didn’t speak the next night.

Or the next.

-

“Tommy, come on.”

Steve was not above whining.

“I wanna try it.”

Tommy had snuck a beer out of his dad’s stash in the fridge in the garage.

Tommy and Carol had each tried a sip, grimacing at the taste.

“I don’t thin you’re ready for it, Stevie. Still acting like a baby.”

They were fourteen, going into high school at the end of summer.

“Man, I am not. Just let me try it. I gotta get used tot he taste before we start going to parties.”

“No one’s gonna invite you to parties if you’re this annoying.”

The words stung, but Tommy passed him the beer while he said them, grinning lazily.

The beer tasted like shit.

Steve couldn’t discern it from the sour taste in his mouth that word left.

Annoying.

-

“Nancy,” Steve sang.

He was laying on her bed, his head flopped over the side, looking at her upside down. “Nancy.”

“Steve, I’ve gotta finish this.”

“Nancy, that essay’s due in like, a week.”

“I’ve got to finish this draft. Mrs. Lorraine said she’d read over it tomorrow and give me any pointers.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“You don’t need any pointers. You know she’s just gonna tell you it’s perfect.”

She was quiet.

“C’mon, Nance. Just lay with me for a little while. It’s been such a shitty week. Did I tell you my parents came home?”

“Yes. A few times.”

“I just always ask them to call first. If’ they called before going to the airport, I’d have like, a day or so, or at least a few hours before they get here depending on where they are. But they never do and they get on me about the house being a mess when it’s not, I’ve just left like, a pair of shoes out or something and-”

“Steve, I have to finish this. God, you can be so annoying sometimes.”

The words hit Steve like ice.

He sat up quickly, tugging on his shoes from next to the bed, yanking his sweater back on.

“I’m just gonna go then. Annoy my parents at home.” She didn’t say anything.

He rolled his eyes.

-

“Bill, where are you goin’?”

Billy was trying to get himself out of bed, gonna go make them both some coffee.

“I need some fuckin’ caffeine. Don’t know if you realized this, I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Steve stretched lazily, finally letting Billy slid out from under the covers and pull on a pair of shorts from the floor.

He was smiling lazily, looked so perfect in the soft light of morning.

“Bring me a cup?”

“Yeah, Baby.”

“With a little bit of cream, and two scoops of sugar and-”

“I know how you take it, Pretty Boy.”

“And would you do some toast, too? I’ve got the good jam in the fridge, that fresh raspberry stuff from the old couple down the street. Will you do sourdough? It’s in he pantry, not the breadbox, and just a little bit of that Amish butter and then a layer of jam-” Billy flopped onto the bed, letting his weight press into Steve.

“I got an idea. You could come make yourself your high maintenance toast before I get annoyed to death.”

Billy meant it cute.

As cute as he can mean things while still making fun of Steve.

His idea was to get Steve in the kitchen with him. They could turn on the little radio down there and make breakfast together. It would be nice.

But it was alarming.

He was watching Steve’s face as he said it, and the second he let slip annoyed to death, Steve’s eyes went blank.

He stopped talking, smiling benignly up at Billy.

“What’s up?” Steve just shook his head. “No, something’s wrong, I can tell.”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.”

Steve’s words were clipped.

“You’re not fine. Tell me what’s wrong? What’d I do?”

“You didn’t do anything. I just-” he sighed. “I know I can be annoying sometimes. I’m working on it.”

“Why?”

“Because, because,” Steve wasn’t looking at him, “because it sucks, being around someone that just makes you mad because they won’t shut up.”

“Baby, you never make me mad. I’m sorry I said that, it was a joke. I don’t actually think you’re annoying. I just, I thought maybe we could make breakfast together.” His cheeks were hot, admitting that to Steve.

Billy doesn’t think it’ll matter how long they’re together, he’ll always get flustered admitting his feelings, or even getting close to doing so.

“No, Billy. It’s fine. I’ll try to keep it in mind. When to shut my mouth.”

“Steve, I fucking never want you to shut your mouth. I want you to talk to me forever and ever. I wanna hear about your fucking toast every single morning. I wanna hear about your day every night, and I wanna hear what pisses you off, and what makes you sad, and what makes you happy. Never stop talking to me, okay? Just love hearing your voice.”

“I, alright.” Steve’s eyes were bright again, but he still looked unsure.

“Come downstairs. Tell me about the fuckin’ Amish butter and why in the hell you have it.”

“It’s hand churned.”

“Yeah? Why’s that make it special?”

Steve appraised Billy.

He tried to keep his face open, tried to make sure Steve knew he wanted to know.

“It just makes it taste better. I think it’s because they use really fresh butter milk. I get it at the farmer’s market and the woman that sells it says they have a farm. They have goat cheese, too, and I’ve always wanted to try it because they have ones made with different herbs, and they all look so good.”

Billy was still on top of Steve, watching him intently as he spoke.

It made Steve warm. Washed out that sour feeling in his throat.

Because Billy wanted to hear him.

And Steve doesn’t know anybody that’s ever wanted that.

[tiptapricot]

I’ve been having a lot of Evil Robo BnT thoughts recently, so here’s a bunch of them! This ended up pretty long just as a forwarning djjdjd

Post DeNomolos, Evil BnT are forced to do a lot of self exploration and discovery

They’re two robots from the far future, stuck in the past with each other and the two humongously important historical figures they were not only sent back to kill, but also physically made to look and sound exactly like, with no way back to their own time and no further reason to carry out the mission they were created for

It’s a lot to adjust to

(Three uses of the f-slur near the end in a canon compliant/reclaimed usage context, and implied sexual content, but extremely mild)

It still doesn’t have much of an impact on them at first though, besides some anger and annoyance. They don’t feel emotions in the same way or to the same depth that humans do, so they kind of fall back on: this sucks and that guy was a dick, guess we have to live in the stupid past now, and that’s the extent of it

But they’re also AIs, and AIs learn and grow

They hide out in a cheap apartment for the first few months or so back, going out to steal money to pay for rent and to pick up movies and stuff, but it’s exposure to the world, it’s living. And the more they interact with people, the more media they consume, the more the rigid walls of their programming break down and expand

And that’s when things start getting complicated

Because that’s when things like morals, sense of self, purpose in life, and, to their horror, real emotions start coming into play

Their evil edges start corroding, things stop being as straightforward, and they start developing into their own complex people

Being Bill and Ted with a few glorified descriptors stuck on the front starts feeling… weird, especially when they inevitably end up running into them again and being around them more

Because they’re supposed to be Bill and Ted, but they aren’t, and yet they can’t completely deny the parts of themselves that are….. it’s frustrating

As a first step in both asserting and exploring their individuality, they choose their own names

Evil Bill chooses Willis, or Will for short, and Evil Ted goes with Theoneous, Theo for short

It’s different enough to feel like their own thing, while still appeasing the ingrained itch to take BnT’s place

There are gaps like that, a disconnect/mental dissonance between their consciousnesses and the knowledge that they’re robots, circuitboards and wires and code, like a separation between what they feel is them and what they feel is the robot

That’s an experience that continues as they grow, especially as they try and figure out what to do with their lives. It’s tough sometimes, to figure out where the programming ends and where their own wants and drives begin

They’re the only ones familiar enough with future tech to help each other when they experience technical issues or need repairs, and the only ones they feel comfortable being that physically vulnerable with

It leads to them being kind of codependent, but it’s warranted in a lot of ways

They also naturally stick closer to each other, because even though they grow to have emotions and are able to care about people, they aren’t totally mushy

They don’t get as upset about things, or as excited, and while they form their own kind of love for the people they end up caring about (without admitting it), they’re still never able to connect with humans in the same way they connect with each other

It’s this inherent wall, a difference in how they experience the world

Their forms of affection are machine based, just like how humans are human based. They’ll give each other cold packs when it’s hot or they’ve been moving a lot, they’ll do evening maintenance on each other, chatting while one of them has their hand in the other’s chest cavity, and they jump on each other or bang their shoulders together super hard, because they can’t feel a thing and they’re durable enough for it, and that’s fun to them

That doesn’t really carry over to human interaction though, and a lot of times they end up coming across as cold or mean

They generally have a rougher seeming relationship than most humans. There’s a lot of teasing and insults and slapping, which turns most people off from them, but that’s how they show they’re comfortable (it’s also how they show they don’t like people, but there’s a subtle and meaningful difference there, AKA that they won’t purposefully try to harm the former party)

Robots process sound differently too, for them it’s more of a physical experience than just listening

Will’s guilty pleasure is that he likes to listen to piano (secretly), especially Debussy and other classical that sounds similar. Something about it makes his circuitry feel good and fuzzy and calms him down

He doesn’t feel comfortable telling Theo about it, it still feels like a dumb pussweed thing to be into (plus it continues to make him have some most non metal thoughts about kissing and That’s DEFINITELY not something he can share)

They also both really like death metal. Though they were loosely programmed with the knowledge of BnT’s music taste, it’s not quite their style, and they lean towards the more intense stuff

They do that in most fields though, since it usually takes higher energy stuff to get them going/excited/into something

That’s why they roughhouse a lot, and mess things up, and drive recklessly, it forces their mechanics to process more things more quickly, and as a result gives them their own form of dopamine/adrenaline

Sometimes things backfire, they’ve fucked themselves up accidentally on more then one occasion when stuff goes too far or isn’t what they expect, but they’re always there to patch each other up

When their synth skin gets ripped or torn they don’t always bother to repair it, and underneath there’s a layer of see through hard plastic and their bodies look like those clear case electronics that were popular in the 90s (idea cred to @juiceboxfrog !)

They also have inspector gadget-like telescoping stretch arms at their wrist and ankle joints, but they don’t use those much because they’re unsettling to most humans. Definitely a leg up when they want to climb places the shouldn’t, though (idea cred to @showbiz-za !)

Theo is more prone to needing fix ups than Will, since the extra wiring that was installed for the time and space spanning camera DeNomolos gave him made him more susceptible to short circuiting, over heating, and other glitches

After awhile he just takes his left eye out and leaves it like that, keeping his hair in his face to cover it. It doesn’t do anything for the internal parts of it he still has, but it’s not like it’s a loss. The connection port kept sparking, and it was uncomfortable and kept fucking with his vision, so it wasn’t worth it

Plus he didn’t really like that it used to be a camera… or still could be

One of the things Will and Theo both have to get used to is actually valuing their own privacy and autonomy

When DeNomolos was around they were just his tools, tools that he didn’t even like

They honestly grow to resent him pretty fast, both with his treatment of them, and, when their emotions are especially out of control, his creation of them

They don’t talk about it much, or when they do it’s mainly anger, not addressing or showing the more raw parts they do feel, because that’s still foreign to them, and their circuits weren’t designed to process or understand more complex stuff

Complex stuff like how being around Ted more makes Theo develop a certain… insecurity

It’s not like the connections are hard to make: he looks like Ted, he sounds like Ted, he was meant to be Ted, Ted has a dickweed of a dad, and Theo had a dickweed of a creator, Ted has Bill and Theo has Will

But Theo doesn’t have Deacon

And while he doesn’t want to be exactly like Ted, part of him also does (it was made to). Part of him wants to be human, to have those natural connections and someone to watch over

But he doesn’t and it’s weird*

He tries to ignore it, chalks it up to his drive still attempting to put him on his original track of replacing Ted, and therefore making him more aware of the family roles Ted has

For all he knows that is what it is, he’s just a robot after all

Even though they aren’t really ones for mushy love, Will and Theo do love each other

You can’t not when you know the other person inside and out, literally

They joke a lot about that when they’re doing repairs (“Dude you’re holding my heart, pretty faggy of you.”), and though they laugh, there’s an unspoken intimacy to it, something that sits warm in their wires and goes beyond platonic; something (though they would never describe it as such) loving about getting to take care of each other, and getting to get taken care of

The jokes also stop being jokes after awhile and take on a charge, morphing into unofficial flirting

Eventually that charge sparks, and their relationship becomes a different kind of physical. That’s new, too, a type of exploration neither of them are familiar with, but it’s nice, it’s good, and it’s easier to write off as casual and not meaningful than anything else (for the record I do think this works/plays out different for them than it does for humans, but I will nOt get into that here or anywhere lmao)

That arrangement doesn’t last forever, though, because one night Theo has a bad malfunction that cause him to completely power down, and it sends Will into a panic

It takes him almost an hour to fix the problem and for Theo to reboot, and when he comes back Will can’t stop touching him and checking in and it’s weird

“Why are you so worked up dude, this’s happened plenty of times.”

“Yeah I know you just… you fritzed out and went limp and it freaked me out dude.”

“So? You know this is nothing to worry about. I don’t get why you’re kinda acting like such a pussweed dude.”

“I didn’t know what was wrong! That’s plenty of reason to be fucking worried!”

“Not for you! Not for us! Why the hell do you care so much this time?”

“Because I love you, asshole!”

And then there’s silence, and staring, and then Theo cracks a smile

“Heh, fag.”

Kissing after a confession, as it turns out, makes both of them short circuit, and they wake up three days later still tangled up on top of each other, half falling off the apartment couch

“Y’know… I think we’re both fags now dude,” Will whispers, and they chuckle in the space between their mouths. “I did it first though.”

*he does get this later with Billie and Thea, but that’s a whole separate post

(As one last thing wanted to add that Love Came Along by Pansy Division perfectly encapsulates the vibes of Will n Theo’s relationship to me, AKA something casual and almost humorous while still being super intimate and emotional, so def check it out if you’re ok with suuuuper explicitly sexual lyrics bfgjgfdfg)

Headcanons masterpost

[spacedikut]

pumpkin party ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x short f!reader

summary:  “hi can i request a spencer x f!reader who’s like short (like 5 ft tall short hehe) w curly hair and uh they do like cute fall stuff together like pumpkin picking and halloween and baking and leaves and stuff ??? sorry if that isn’t specific enough i love ur writing ur amazing okay gn” 1502 words

a/n: here’s a kinda short terrible thing about pumpkin picking and carving w spencer because honestly nothing sounds better 

masterlist

As sweet as the gesture is, you can’t help but stare incredulously at Spencer when he offers you his coat.

“Are you…serious?” You ask, eyebrow raised.

“Of course. Only for a few minutes, until you warm up a little. Actually, men are colder than women; temperature responds to changing hormone levels, so women’s body temperatures vary depending on the phase of their menstrual cycle.”

“Please don’t talk about my menstrual cycle when we’re at a pumpkin patch.”

“Right. Sorry.” He giggles, “But a man’s body temperature is often hotter near his-“

“Don’t! There are children!” You hiss, but can’t resist laughing along. You two are the only adults at the pumpkin patch without little ones running around, but neither of you seem to mind.

“Here,” He says again, “Take it.”

“Spence,” You sigh, “That jacket is gonna basically be on the floor if I put it on. I don’t want to ruin it.”

“How is-“ He starts, confused, before he realises you’re referencing your stark height different, “Oh. Yeah. Then I can’t help you.”

You should’ve known it was bound to get chilly at the nearest farm.  Spencer asked if you were sure you didn’t want to bring a jacket, and you said of course, and now look at you. You’re surprised he hasn’t said, “Told you so!” yet.

“I did say-“

There it is.

You tug on his hand, interlocking your fingers as you start walking, “Let’s just pick our pumpkins and get out of here. I’m too excited about our new carving tools to wait.”

He happily follows along, both of you commenting on pumpkins and their appearances as you walk around – who knew Spencer could be so judgemental? – before one of you finds one you deem good enough.

You find yours first - ugly, slightly deformed, but that’s how you like them. It’s shaped more like a typical squash, elongated and thicker at the bottom, slimmer at the top. You love it.

Spencer usually likes the ugly pumpkins, too, so you’re surprised when he picks a near-perfect one from the bunch.

“I need another one.” He mumbles, set on his mission. He wanders around a little more, perfectly round bright orange pumpkin in hand, eyes dancing around the patch. “Another one…”

You tenderly grasp your squash-like pumpkin and wait patiently, watching him roll the second pumpkin he likes up his leg, to his hip, so he can heave it into his arms.

He only looks like he’s struggling a little.

“I can take one, if you want,” You offer, but he vigorously shakes his head.

“I got it, I got it.”

You watch him wobble towards you, clearly suffering with the weight in his hands, and can’t help but offer again. “Let me, Spence,”

He beams at you excitedly, “Love, really, I’m okay. Let’s go.”

He waddles by and you follow him to the front, keeping a close eye on him because you’re concerned he’ll drop to his knees. “We both know I got the muscle and you got the height.”

“I’m a very strong man. I can handle two pumpkins.”

You decide not to argue back, even when he lets out an obscene groan as he loudly dumps the pumpkins onto the cash register.

Not even when you hear him whisper an encouraging, “I’m a very strong man.” To himself before heaving the pumpkins back into his arms.

Or when he falls asleep in the car ride home.

+++

The tradition you and Spencer have, even before you started dating, is you wouldn’t tell eachother your ideas until the big reveal after carving. Spencer holds this tradition very dear to his heart, so when you start questioning him about his plans that involve two pumpkins, he is rightly offended.

“Why can’t you just tell me?” You laugh, lightly nudging his side as he lays all the tools out onto the table.

“Because!” His lips quirk up, stifling a chuckle, “You know, over one-point-five billion pounds of pumpkin are produced each year in the U.S.”

“Actually, I have a pumpkin fact for you.”

You’re grinning at him, a blinding smile that makes Spencer feel mushy inside. You look genuinely enthused, pure eagerness on your face as you bounce on your toes when you tell him that, for once, you have a fact for him.

He knows it won’t be new information to him, but he loves you so he’ll listen and pretend it’s his first time hearing it.

He loves you.

Holy hell, does he love you.

“Did you know…” You trail off, all dramatic and suspenseful and making Spencer go heart eyed, “The original jack-o’-lanterns were made with turnips and potatoes by the Irish.”

Yes. He does know that.

He raises an eyebrow.

“So you’re making a jack-o’-lantern?”

You guffaw. How did he-

“My guess is you were looking for pumpkin carving ideas, probably on Pinterest, and ended up looking at jack-o’-lantern ideas and stumbled upon some facts.”

Smugly, he hands you a carving tool while you stare at him, mouth agape.

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

“You suck.”

Quietly, he says, “You love me.”

And as you both get to work, you can’t help but think yes, I do.

+++

Spencer works at record-breaking speed. His first is done (and harshly discarded, you note) within thirty minutes, then he moves eagerly onto the next.

Even though the element of surprise is ruined, you work meticulously – you won’t let your literal hours of research (and practice doodles in your notebook) go to waste. Your tongue peeks out of your mouth, brows tensing and easing sporadically. Your whole apartment stinks of pumpkin, the innards of them building quite the mountain between you and Spencer.

Good thing you like the smell of it, you suppose.

“You nearly done?” Spencer asks, stretching after over an hour of being hunched over the table.

You purse your lips, “Yeah, I think so. What about you?”

He bites his lip when your attention is directed to him. There’s an anxiousness to him, beyond his normal jitters, and you wonder what he’s done. Will you have to have a serious conversation after this? Is he breaking up with you? Is he dumping you through a goddamn pumpkin?

“You go first.” He tells you.

“I assume I don’t have a choice?”

“Nope. Show me the jack-o’-lantern!”

You playfully groan, dejectedly spinning the pumpkin until it faces Spencer. He reacts with excitement, a pleased grin on his face as his eyes momentarily widen and his eyebrows shoot up. It’s a cute reaction. He’s cute.

“That’s incredible, Y/N!” He says, leaning in to look closer at the cuts and design. “We have to put it outside.”

“You think so?” You bashfully fiddle with the stalk at the top.

“Yeah! It’ll match mine!”

Spencer spins his first pumpkin, then, and it’s another jack-o’-lantern like yours but a different facial expression. You love it, reacting in a similar way to how Spencer did to yours – joy on your face as you exclaim a, “Whoa!” when you look at it.

“I think we’re spending too much time together,” Spencer jokes, “I was planning to do a jack-o’-lantern, too.”

“Great minds think alike.” You smile, and his heart flutters. “Now, the other one! Is it another-“

You move to turn the second pumpkin yourself, but Spencer’s hands stop you.

“Wait-“ He calls, removing your hands from his work. You look at him in confusion. “If you hate it, let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”

“What?”

“Just- okay?”

You nod. After a deep breath, Spencer turns his second pumpkin until it’s directly in front of you. He gives you some seconds to take it in, read what’s written on it and process.

You take too long to process and Spencer starts panicking.

“Like I said-“

“Do you mean it?” You look at him, and there’s tears in your eyes, “Really?”

You look back to the pumpkin with ‘I ♡ U’ carved messily in it. Somehow, though just two letters and one symbol, you can tell it’s distinctly Spencer’s scrawny writing and it’s perfect.

It’s the first time he’s ever said he loves you. And it’s kind of weird, to do it through a pumpkin, but it’s so Spencer and God you love him too.

“Yeah,” He says, quietly, “Yeah, I do. I love you, Y/N.”

You jump out of your chair, straight into his lap, his arms immediately wrapping tightly around your waist. Your hands find themselves in his hair, tugging his lips to yours and kissing him with reckless abandon.

He giggles happily against your lips. It’s the best feeling in the world.

When you pull back, his hands flex on your thighs as you beam at eachother. Everything feels perfect.

“I love you too, you know,” You whisper, blushing.

He brings you in again, pressing feverish kisses on your lips, repeating the same sentence over and over, I love you I love you I love you I love you.

You repeat it back every time. And you always will.

[seodami]

Neon green | LYY

Genre: soulmate au, fluff, friends to lovers, some frustrated feelings,...

Warning: none (besides cursing like 2 times)

Word count: 4071 (oopsie hehe)

Pairing: Trainee!Liu Yangyang x reader

Note: I am so excited for participating in the ✨NCT secret Santa event✨ I want to thank the organizers @neoculturechristmas for preparing such a cool collaboration! It is such a nice idea and I am really excited to read all the other stories. I really tried making it a bit winter themed in the beginning but oh well I think i failed haha. But if you squint ITS THERE I SWEAR :)) So this one is for you @theleemark :) I really hope you like it! Merry Christmas ✨

“Yangyang stop it!” You laughed while running away from the boy, who currently was chasing you like a maniac through the park. His arms were loaded with dozens of big white snowballs just ready to be thrown at you.

Your feet felt like they were sinking even further into the deep snow layer on the ground with each step you took. It was impossible to avoid your best friend any longer. And before you could complain further, the ice cold snow ball hit you right on your already pink cheek.

You let out a loud scream, not being able to move. The prickling pain of the cold snow overwhelming your senses.

Yangyang however couldn’t stop laughing looking at your face. Running the last few meters to you to catch up, he tackled you down into a hug, which unfortunately ended with both of you laying in the deep snow. Your jeans were soaking wet at this point. An icy feeling shuttered down your spine.

“Yangyaanggg...god I hate you.” You fumed frustratedly, hitting your best friends chest. “Get off me! You are heavy...” your weak arms tried to lift the boy above you up but bitterly failed.

Yangyang giggled into your neck, standing up by himself while helping you up as well. “Hey I’m not heavy. More like heavenly, don’t you think?” He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly with his usual smile as he posed like a supermodel.

As hard as you tried to keep pouting and stay angry at him, you couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling up behind your hands. A grin immediately made its way onto his face. “Isn’t snow so dope? Like you can literally do anything you want. It’s like a movie.” He babbled excitedly.

You couldn’t help but secretly admire his beauty once again. Lately you’ve been catching yourself a lot staring mindlessly at him when he was busy. Even when it was just him pouring boiling water into a ramen cup. Maybe it was all the mushy lovey dovey Christmas romance content on Netflix you’ve been simping over the last month or just Yangyang himself but you were certainly sure, he definitely got more attractive in your eyes.

Still it was something you would never ever in your dreams confess to him or talk about. Especially since there wasn’t really any sign that you two were connected as soulmates. He was just...well...just your best friend. And you had to live with that.

You still remember the way you two became friends. It was a very fond memory of yours and little do you know, also for Yangyang. You both were in 5th grade back then, being the little Chinese kid who showed off his tiny German skills and the clumsy half Caucasian girl with braces. It was hilarious how well you two got along besides the differences.

You two were in the age were kids began to talk about soulmates and their soulmate connections. From writing on the arm to body switches or color blindness, everything was there. In school you briefly have learned about all the indicators and the bond itself, but you seemed to always be the odd one out. There had been no sign whatsoever. Nowhere on your body. Nothing. Niente.

It was frustrating at first. You found yourself way too often admiring older girls who already found their soulmate or had unique indicators. You were quite jealous of them back then.

But then you found out you weren’t the only person without a soulmate connection. There was Yangyang, who went through the exact same emotions as you did. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want to be lonely.

And that is how you two bonded immediately. After this, you were always together. You acted as if you were glued together, never leaving ones side. You felt safe around each other.

Adults always told you to wait and see. That yours would come sooner or later. But nothing. 9 years later and you and Yangyang still haven’t found your soulmate or anything related to soulmates. It still frustrated you at times but being the positive person you were, you just accepted it with the time.

From time to time a lot of people happened to mistaken you two for soulmates. It always made you think ‘what if’...

Your poor heart already had been through so much because of this boy. It wasn’t easy to ignore your small crush on him starting back in 7th grade. You were both growing and having loads of hormonal crises, so it was understandable at some point. But seeing that this crush hasn’t gotten any less since then, you were just totally lost.

‘Stop it y/n! He is not your soulmate! He is not...’

You snapped yourself out of your daydreams and staring as you found Yangyang smiling brightly at you. “Oh damn y/n, lately you’ve beeen really drifting off with your thoughts.” He noted as he slung one arm around your shoulder, walking with you towards your apartment, making sure to not forget your groceries at the side of the tree.

“I noticed...maybe I should just get some more sleep.” You mumbled in your sweater paws in order to warm up your freezing hands. The boy besides you let out an airy laugh while squeezing your shoulder affectionately. One habit he unconsciously took over, over time.

“Oh yes you should. Weren’t you like playing games up until 4 am last night? You sure you aren’t a zombie by now?” He joked looking over to you, you both nearly choking from air as your eyes met, making your hearts race a bit faster.

You nodded quickly focusing on the snow on the ground again. “I kinda suck. How do you sleep at 12 am already? You’re a wonder kid.”

He shrugged his shoulders, still watching you. “It’s in my genes to be a wonder kid.” His joke made you giggle slightly. Yangyang was as always Yangyang. And you found it incredibly charming. You could never deny that.

After the short walk from the snow covered park to your apartment with all of your hands filled with full grocery bags, you decided to bake some Christmas cookies before Yangyang had to head back to his shared apartment. Ever since he began training in SM entertainment as a trainee, he hadn’t that much time like he did before. But either way, you were incredibly proud of him and always happy to spend some quality time with him.

You were lucky that none of your roommates were home, visiting family over the holidays or hanging out with their partners.

It was probably the best that you were alone because you both made a whole mess in the kitchen. It was so much fun hanging out after a long time but it was a hell of a ride to clean it all up.

When the moon was already at its highest point and the night air got even fresher and chillier, Yangyang hugged you goodbye with butterflies dancing in his stomache. He would always treasure these moments with you and think about them again when he was so hardly trying to fall asleep. It was like his mind was full of you 24/7. Even if he tried staying focused on his tasks, it would most of the times end up with him thinking about your laugh and smile as you sat on the couch next to each other while making fun of the twilight characters.

He wanted to scream in his pillow how devestatingly in love he was with you at this point. You made him just so overly happy. He wanted to be near you so bad.

And people noticed. They noticed how Yangyang showed his deepest hidden personalities only to you. His playful and quirky side but also his soft and vulnerable. He simply could be himself around yourself. And you felt exactly the same. You would tell him even your deepest secrets. You knew he would keep them safe.

Yangyang was surprised to see his fellow roommates and friends still awake in the living room as he arrived home. Ten, Hendery and Lucas were all sprawled out on the couch, seemingly waiting for sleep to take over them. The flat was confusingly quiet despite the slight background noice of the TV.

“Hey guys I’m back! Why are you still awake?” It was silent for a short while before Hendery suddenly stood in front of him, making him jump by surprise.

The older boy watched him with a growing smirk and exciting twinkling eyes. “And? Did you tell her? Please say yes, we all stayed awake just to hear the news.”

Yangyang let out a sigh, he didn’t know he was holding and stripped out of his jacket. He knew this question would come but not this soon. “Just let me breathe for a second alright? I’m gonna tell you everything.”

Ten in the background let out an excited scream. “Yangyang! You did it? Ohh finally manning up and confessing...I see.” The teasing but excited tone in his voice was as clear as daylight.

“What? No... it’s not like that...” Yangyang tried to explain the situations to his friends as he walked inside heading towards the living room with Hendery behind him.

Groans came from all sides. “You didn’t?! Oh man I really thought you finally would. What are you afraid of?” The older boys words stung inside of the youngest. He shrugged his shoulders sitting besides Lucas on the couch, grabbing the nearest pillow.

“I don’t know. Like I really don’t know. She’s absolutely amazing and so stunning but...” he placed his head on the pillow with a deep sigh. “But...I feel like I’m just a coward. Just thinking about that we probably are not soulmates or never be an actual couple. It all sucks. I wish I could just tell her...”

All the boys were deep in their thoughts as they listened carefully to Yangyang sorrows and worries. They knew they needed to help the kid in some kind of way. This had been the fifth day he decided to confess but all the prior nights turned out to be a failure. He just wanted his heart to be opened by the one person he loves the most. But it felt like there was a thick layer of securing foam around it, just waiting to be ripped away. If it was just that easy...

“Hey...I know this might sound stupid but since you seem pretty lost...I might have an idea how it will be easier for you to overcome yourself.” Lucas suddenly interrupted his train of thoughts, smiling brightly at his roommates. “Oh lord...please don’t say something stupid.” Ten prayed next to him with his hand holding his forehead.

“Tell me more.”

And that was how the plan was born.

A bulletproof plan in Lucas and Henderys eyes.

And a totally stupid one in Ten’s opinion.

But Yangyang did it anyways.

Cause he was desperate, frustrated and so full of love, it was impossible for him to think 100% straight. And he did it only for you. With the intention of getting your attention in the fullest way.

It was dyeing your hair. In freaking neon green. Cause what’s a better way to show your feelings than dying your hair in your crushes favorite color?

A lot actually. But Hendery and Lucas were absolutely confident that it had something to do with the human psyche and the law of attraction or whatever they called it. Their belief: you will fall for him immediately by the time you see his hair.

The only problem with this was that this plan was obviously not thought through yet and that the only hair coloring product in this house that came the closest to your favorite color, which was green, was a bright neon green. Yuta brought it over once for Ten to dye his Neon green highlights. And Yuta indeed could pull it off.

But Yangyang began to regret ever listening to his older friends again. He looked ridiculous. Looking himself with a frown in the mirror of the bathroom at 3 am was definitely not how he imagined this day to end.

Lucas lightly joked that he at least looked somehow christmasy. But then on the other hand Hendery couldn’t stop laughing about his own joke that he found his list highlighter. It was a mess. Ten wouldn’t even want to look at his hair and when he did, all he could say was “I told you”. It was even more frustrating.

All he could do now was sleep and wish it all just had been a dream. He didn’t really had the urge anymore to show you his hair. All he wanted to do was think about you laughing and running in the snow earlier today. And he really nearly forgot his hair dilemma for the night.

You on the other hand decided to go to sleep earlier that night since you nearly hadn’t gotten any sleep at all because of your assignments for university. It was more than exhausting for you to stay up till morning to finish up all your projects. Yangyang had to force you to go to bed at the end of the day and you didn’t even complain with his soothing voice telling you stories, slowly tugging you to your dream world.

The next morning, you woke up groaning with a heavy headache. One look at your phone and you could see it was 6:30. With a long sigh you fell back into your comfortable pillows, scrolling through your phone. Why did you have to wake up that early again? Right...university.

After what seems definitely too short for your liking, you finally climbed out of your bed, trotting towards the bathroom. There was no sign whatsoever that the headache would just go away by itself.

But as soon as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you let out a deafening scream. Your heart was thrumming as fast as never before and your adrenaline was rushing through your whole body. You couldn’t find a way to properly breathe at that exact moment.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god... please let this be a dream. Nonononono. Fuck.” You mumbled to yourself while your hands searched for support at the border of the sink.

Your eyes met in the mirror in front of you. Neon green eyes. Neon fucking green. That... that was not good.

There were so many questions in your mind all at once. But one thing was sure. You wouldn’t set a single step outside of this apartment. No one could ever see you like that. You looked like a monster. As you tried rubbing your eyes continuously or trying to find a contact lenses inside of them, you came to the conclusion that you were damned.

There were many possible explanations:

1. You somehow slept too less or have some sort of hallucination due to whatever.

2. Yangyang played a prank on you and is just waiting for you to call him.

3. You suddenly have gotten a really rare disease or disability over night.

Or the most likely one (except for Yangyang and his prank maybe)

4. You just found your soulmate connection.

Your eyes widen with realization and shock, as you came to the conclusion that this could be your possible soulmate indicator. You have learned so much about them in school and by yourself that you could easily tell what it was.

It was a rare connection. But it was possible. Having your soulmates hair color as your eye color. You were 80% sure that was the reason.

The other 20% you just thought about Yangyang. How he couldn’t be your soulmate. He would have told you that he was planning to dye his hair in NEON GREEN. What in the world was this even for a hair color?

You sat down on the floor to grasp your wilding thoughts and sort out your over rushing emotions. You couldn’t pinpoint why, but your thoughts drifted off to said boy every two seconds. It made no sense at all but your subconscious probably just wanted to tell you how stupid your feelings for the Chinese boy were. He still was your best friend of many many years. You knew this day would come. The day you would finally realize that you were no soulmates. Despite all your deepest wishes.

The whole situation was nearly ironic. Neon green eyes? That could only happen to you.

With wobbly legs you waddled over to your bedroom to pick up your phone. The blood from your hands nearly disappeared all at once and left your fingers cold as ice. You pressed Yangyangs caller ID without even thinking. You knew it was still very early and it was his free day but this was definitely an emergency.

Unconsciously you began biting your finger nails nervously, trying to think straight but failed. Everything was all over the place.

After the nth peeping tone, you could hear some dampened muffles on the other side. “Y/n? Why is- are you calling?” You heard the boys broken morning voice through the speaker, gently tugging on your heartstrings. Your heart wasn’t ready for this that early.

“Uhm...I ...well Yangyang? I kind of have a big problem and I cannot leave the house. Can you...if it isn’t too much trouble... I mean come over? I just- I really don’t know what to do...” you rambled on, not knowing what to say in a situation like that. He had to see it himself to understand. God that was awful.

More ruffling could be heard, followed by damp footsteps. “Oh...yeah sure. You sound really frustrated Y/n, is everything okay? Should I bring you something?” He questioned you with concern mirroring his voice. You shook your head, remembering he couldn’t see it.

“No it’s fine... I just need some really good advices. Its just weird. You will see when you come.” You explained to him, still biting your finger nails. “Alright I will be there in a bit. I’ll still bring you some chocolate tho, that’s always one solution.” Yangyang tried to lift up your seemingly worried mood, succeeding immediately and earning a chuckle from you.

“Thank you. You are the best. See you soon.” The line went dead and left you with a more comforting feeling than before. You were still sure everyone looking at you would scream out loud but at least Yangyang was there for you and could buy you contacts or whatever. You were always thankful to have someone like him in your life.

Not half an hour later, said boy rang the bell to your apartment. You prayed to god that none of your roommates got up because of the noice. You wouldn’t want anyone to see you like this... except for Yangyang.

In a hurry you put on a pair of sunglasses, you found on your dresser before running to the door to let him in. It wasn’t your intention to scare him away in the beginning, even though you know he would never.

The Chinese boy looked tired when you opened the door but you could still see the worry written on his face. He wore a black beanie and his long padded jacket. He looked absolutely adorable for you in that moment. But realization hit you when you couldn’t see any differences from yesterday. The heavy feeling immediately made its way to your heart. You felt horrible. You were right, he couldn’t be your soulmate. How stupid you were...

“Y/n what’s the problem? Why are you wearing sunglasses? Did you hurt your eye? Did someone hit you?!” Yangyang lowkey panicked. You dragged him inside, leaving him no time to remove most of his clothing items besides his dirty shoes.

You pulled him into your room exhaling deeply while pushing him gently on your bed to sit down. You stood in front of him still with your sunglasses on.

“I...I found out my soulmate indicator. I did right this morning.”

There was an indefinable silence in the air for a second. There was a slight drop in the boys facial expression. His heart ripped open like a bag of candy. Spilling all his content. “Wha-what...” was all he could mutter. His gaze drifting off to your feet, trying to get his thoughts straight.

“I don’t know I just...woke up like this...please don’t scream.” You scrambled nervously, taking off your sunglasses slowly and revealing your neon green eyes to him.

His mouth dropped immediately. With hammering heart and shaking hands he subconsciously reached for his beanie. If his emotions would ride the wildest rollercoaster, it would be this moment right now. Everything was all over the place but his heart lead it’s way.

Your big eyes fixated on the neon green mop of hair on top of Yangyangs head. It was hard not to forget how to breathe in that moment. “Yangyang...” you whispered softly, stepping closer and reaching for his hair, which was exact the same color as your eyes. “You...what?! Why didn’t you tell me? I was so... worried.”

He looked into your eyes, not finding fear or shock, no, there was happiness in them. Pure happiness, which surprised you immensely. There was a small smile on his lips. “Worried about what?” He reached for your hand. Emotions spilling over the top.

You sat down next to him, turning your body towards him. The blood was rushing so loud through your ears, it was hard to focus on your own thoughts. It was now or never y/n!

“About having someone else as a soulmate than... you. God it sounds so cheesy but it’s true.” You chuckled nervously wanting to chew on your nails but being stopped by Yangyang. His smile grew even bigger, letting it impossible for you not to smile.

He suddenly pulled you into a tight hug, giggling like a child. Your hands searching grip on his fluffy jacket. A warm feeling spread through your whole body. You felt wonderful. Like all sorts of sorrows and worries had been taken away from you. Immediately.

“I’m so so so happy Y/n... so happy.” He mumbled joyfully in your shoulder. He squeezed your body tight. “I wanted to confess to you. So many times. God I really fell hard for you and now I know why.”

He looked into your eyes once again, surpressing a laugh but still sending you heart eyes.

“I’m sorry but you really look ridiculous. I’m so sorry about that. I had no idea.” You nodded playfully glaring at him but still leaning closer into his touch, wanting to be even closer to him. It was a weird feeling. But everything just made sense to you now. Every single moment and feeling in the past. It was all because of your soulmate connection. You were soulmates all along and you never had a clue.

“Oh you better dye that hair back right now to black or you wait for neon pink eyes yourself.” You warned him playfully. “Even though you look like a Christmas tree... I mean it’s kinda cute.” You admitted playing with his hair in hope for him not to see your incoming blush.

Yangyang grinned to himself, unable to hold back his emotions as he saw your pinky cheeks from the compliment. He felt so giddy suddenly. “Hendery and Lucas were absolutely convinced that you would fall for me easier when I’d dye my hair in your favorite color. Unfortunately they only had neon green one left at this point in time. Please remind me to never trust them again. That was a horrible idea.”

Your heart swelled up by his words. “You did this because of me? Oh Yangyang...” your hand went to his arm. You would lie if you didn’t feel flattered in this moment. “You’re such an idiot... but a very very cute one.” You smiled at him in awe, “I appreciate it. But by all means please let us dye it back.” You both began to fall into a fit of laughter, unable to stop.

“Deal. This hair and your eyes should be banned from this country.” And with that you could proudly say that you finally found your soulmate. The person you were in love with all along. Your best friend and partner in crime. Liu Yangyang.

[frauleinjustice]

Present for J: suntan one-shot!!

Supriiiise~! I wanted to write up a short lil suntan one-shot for my good friend @magicalmasa for her birthday!! 🍰​​ I really wanted to post it yesterday, but I sadly became so much busier until nighttime, so I apologize for that: but I still hope this can be a lil surprise for you to see~!

Summary: Sunny and Kel spend the weekend night together, with Kel spending the night over at Sunny’s house! They have lots of fun, spending time together... and they’re boyfriends, so Sunny also loves to just... relax and be happy with the boy that he loves...

So basically, just some mindless suntan fluff! This is my first time ever writing Sunny and Kel, and an OMORI one-shot in general, so I hope it’s good, and that you especially will love it, J!! ☆ ilu homie!! And to anyone else who may read this, thank you!! Hope you enjoy as well!

Sunny liked weekends. Not just in general, but especially because he could stay up late with Kel. The other was going to spend the night at Sunny’s house. Since Mari was still away at college with Hero, it admittedly got a bit lonelier in the house... so whenever his boyfriend could spend time with him, it made Sunny truly happy.

They even made a blanket fort, bringing up snacks and drinks from the kitchen as they planned to watch some movies, play video games together, read some comics... jokingly telling themselves that sleep was the last thing they will actually be doing.

“Aww, I was so close! You really are too good at this game, Sunny.” They were currently playing a fighting game together, Sunny winning yet again as Kel dramatically sighs in defeat.

“...Get good, Kel.” Despite the stone-faced look on Sunny’s face as he says that, there’s a hint of a smirk on his face as he looks towards him.

“Excuse you? Where’d you learnt that from, huh?” He laughs, wrapping one arm around Sunny while his other hand playfully gives Sunny’s head a noogie. “If we ever play a basketball game together, we’ll see who’s the one that really needs to get good, hah!”

“Hehe....” A quiet giggle leaves Sunny from the noogie and Kel’s remark, playfully patting at his arm. Sunny wasn’t the most expressive, so it might be hard to tell if he’s being serious or not when trying to be playful or sarcastic. But of course; Kel knows Sunny more than well enough to tell. Sunny sometimes worried if he was far too quiet for Kel’s liking... but Kel always made sure to reassure him that he loves Sunny the way that he is. He doesn’t need to change anything about himself to make Kel love him more.

“Alright! Ready to make fun of some comically bad movies?” After letting go of Sunny, he holds up several DVD’s with a widening smile on his face. “I’ve got several.”

“Mmhm.” Sunny points to one of them, looking like some kind of action movie. The movie was so badly written that Kel was nearly spitting out his soda with laughter, and even Sunny almost choking when he couldn’t hold in his laughter as he was eating a slice of pizza. The sarcastic comments they’d make about the ridiculous parts of the movie, plus them sometimes mocking the characters if they said something stupid... made for one hilarious movie nights full of laughter and Sunny’s mom having to come into the room a few times to tell them to be quieter, them apologizing each time. Though she was happy to see her son having so much fun with Kel: it wasn’t often he had such a wide smile on his face and clearly looking like he was having a lot of fun.

As they continued to chat the night away afterwards while the TV was now mostly background noise for whatever channel was playing at the moment... sleepiness eventually did start to catch up with the boy as it reached 2am, them getting comfy under the blankets in their forts. “Sleepyyy... guess we failed the ‘Staying Up All Night’ objective, huh?” He chuckles, Sunny nodding in response. “But I don’t mind that. Cause...well...” Feeling his face starting to heat up, he wraps an arm around Sunny’s waist to pull him close. “I-It means we can fall asleep together...cuddled up and stuff. H-Hehe...”

“Kel...” Sunny’s own cheeks turned a light pink as he found himself huddled up closer against Kel. In the couple of months that they’ve started dating by now, they have cuddled a few times before, yet Sunny still felt his heart leap as if it were the first time they were doing so all over again. Kel felt so warm... he loves being in his arms. As he stares up at his much taller boyfriend, there’s a light smile on his face as he teases: “...Cute.”

“Ah-h-hey, come on! It’s already embarrassing saying this kind of mushy stuff. Don’t tease me!” He bashfully laughs, feeling his cheeks heat up even more. Kel really didn’t think, before he started crushing on and dating Sunny: that’d he find himself saying such intimate and romantic things. He jokes to himself that 12 year-old him would gag at the thought of saying such ‘sappy, cheesy’ stuff. But he didn’t mind that... he happily wants to get more used to it. He’s fully of love for Sunny... and wants to express that in every way, shape, and form that he can.  

A soft yawn leaves Sunny as he snuggles up against Kel some more, burying his face in his chest. He could hear Kel’s heartbeat... the sound being so soothing to him. He could listen to it all night if he could... “...You’re warm, Kel.” He softly mumbles, in a near whisper. “I like it... it makes sleeping feel even better.” And here he had thought before that nothing could beat the coziness of Mari’s former bed... but in Kel’s arms, he feels like he could drift off right away. “And your heartbeats....sound nice..”

“Sunny...” While it admittedly does fluster Kel to also be told such intimate things in turn, it made his heart warm. He initially never thought he’d be told such things before... and that someone could fall for him so deeply like this. He could still remember the day where he finally gathered the courage to confess to Sunny, and how unusually nervous he felt the whole time before doing so; and how happy their friends felt for him and Sunny when they told everyone they started dating. He could look back on it now and laugh it off, now thinking himself silly for fearing the worst if Sunny rejected him. He mostly had Mari to thank, since she of course knows her little brother more than anyone, and reassured Kel that her brother felt the same way: that he made Sunny light up in a way no one else could. And funnily enough, in turn: Hero reassuring Sunny that Kel surely likes him back, since he also knows his own little brother better than anyone else: and that Kel always looks especially happy whenever he’s with Sunny. “....I’m glad.” He mutters just as softly, smiling warmly. His other hand goes to gently comb through the boy’s soft black hair. “I wanna... be like a nice blanket for you to cuddle, you know? Kind of like how you feel like a soft pillow! Haha....” He gives Sunny a soft squeeze, humming as he softly nuzzles him more.

“...I’m happy, too.” He truly did want to feel just as nice for Kel to hold, too. He wishes he could go to sleep in Kel’s arms every night...Feeling his eyes start to droop, Sunny speaks up after a few moments. “...Kel.”  

“Yeah, Sunny...?”

“......” He could feel his heart starting to race. Even if he’s of course said it before, he was still so shy about doing so....it stil felt so foreign to him. But whenever he said it, it made him feel fuzzy inside: he was excited to eventually grow used to saying it. “....I love you.” Sleepy eyes dart up at the boy, his ears turning red.

“H-Heheh...” No matter how used to it Kel would eventually get... it still made his heart burst whenever Sunny tells him he loves him; and of course, he always wants to say it right back, too. Gently kissing the top of his head, he beams a brighter smile at him. “I... love you, too, Sunny! You’re the best boyfriend ever. Now let’s get some sleep...  I wanna continue to have lots more fun with you tomorrow. G’niiiight....”

“Mm: sounds fun. Goodni...” And just like that, Kel was already out like a light, hearing him softly snore with a goofy, content look on his face. “Falling asleep in seconds as always. Kel...” He quietly laughs under his breath, loving the dorky little traits about Kel like that. Honestly, everything about Kel, he adored. He found him to be the best boyfriend ever, too. He leans up real quick for a moment... so he can press a soft, light peck to Kel’s lips. With his arms wrapped tightly around Kel, he rests his head against Kel’s chest once more as he finishes: “...Goodnight, Kel.” Before he eventually drifts off, too. He was looking forward to the morning, to continue having more fun with him.

[reluctant-mandalore]

Mesh’la (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

Warnings: Fluff! Lots of fluffy Din who is a dork that doesn’t understand feelings. Pining on Din’s side. He’s in love uwu. 

Word Count: 1,664

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader 

a/n: Hey everyone! I know I finally got something out. I’ve felt better recently and everything seems like it's going to be ok! Thank you so much for all the kind words and of course thank you to the anon who sent in the request! This request was really fun to write! I love cute and embarrassed Din. **mesh'la = Beautiful

  The fierce sun beat down on the Mandalorian, its golden rays heating him to the core. The planet he had chosen for the next stop had turned out to be unbearably hot, and insufferably dry. The land it possessed was covered in waves of sand, which rolled beyond what the eyes could see. Its sky was overwhelmed with an unforgiving sun, which burned brighter than any star he had ever set sights on. The air was humid and stale as it sizzled over the horizon, effectively blurring his vision, even with the helmet shielding his face. His steps had sunk into the searing sand, his armor feeling heavy on his shoulders, like a burning cage he’d never escape. It was safe to say, Din utterly despised his choice in locations at this moment. 

  This is why he was ecstatic to be on his way back to Razor Crest. The job he had just completed had taken longer than expected, taking 2 days when it should have only taken hours at most. The job had gone sour quickly, but he somehow managed to get it done. Now, he couldn’t wait to leave this wasteland of a planet behind, with you and the child close in tow. 

  Finally, after what felt like an entirety to the beskar covered man, he spotted the ship coming into view. He felt himself pick up his pace the closer he approached, but found himself freezing in place when his gaze landed on you sprawled out in the sun. Instantly, he had felt a flush crawl up his body at the sight of you before him. 

  He had found you laying on your stomach, on a towel that you had set out in the sand, your eyes were closed and body lax. Your head rested on your hands, as you hummed a sweet little tune to yourself, obviously unaware of his return. This wasn’t the first time he had stumbled back after a job to find you lounging about outside the ship. So, this wouldn’t have been strange if it weren’t for the fact that you were laying out in the sun in nothing but a bikini. 

  At first he didn’t know what to think, or how to react to what was before him. His gaze had drifted over your form, as he gulped feeling himself grow even hotter underneath his armor. His mind had become muddled and mushy while trying to process your appearance. He felt himself paying attention to details of you that he had never noticed before, taking note of every unique feature he found. From every freckle to every scar, to how the sun kissed your skin with its glow, there was nothing that escaped his eyes. 

 This was probably the first time that he had ever really taken a good look at you. It was funny in a sense, he saw you every day, but in truth he had never paid much detail to your appearance. He knew you were beautiful, anyone could see that, but this was the first moment where he actually got to appreciate your beauty himself. He never really had the opportunity to do so before now.  

  At first, he was confused with what he was feeling. This wasn’t the first time his heart and mind had exploded with the thought of you. Some nights, he would lay in his cot for hours, wondering what it would be like to have you snuggled up close to him. To feel your warmth and have your body pressed into his. He would think about every little thing you said or did that day, no matter how trivial. From watching you play with the child, to remembering how your laugh sounded that day. His mind was constantly filled with whatever detail of you he could remember. 

  It was strange in a sense. Who thought of a crew mate this way? He definitely never thought of anyone in this way before now, let alone a crew member. Admittedly, he had never really been this close or fond of another person. He had never desired someone so much in his life. He had some flings, but they were never anything serious. He had some friends he could count on, but his friendships never felt like this. He absolutely adored the kid, caring for him like his own son, but his affection for the child differed from his affection for you. Din had never loved another person like this in his entire life.

  Now, this last thought was where it had finally clicked in his mind on what was going on with him. The pieces had finally fallen into place, the picture clearer and clearer with every thought. How he had not realized sooner would baffle him for the rest of his life, as the answer was so evident. 

  He was in love with you. Not just in love, but deeply in love. 

 The signs were so obvious. His heart would skip a beat at every laugh that escaped you, and would clench at every smile that etched across your lips. A single touch from you would send his body ablaze and make a blush settle on his cheeks. He could listen to you speak for hours, never tiring of hearing your voice or the stories of your life. Everything about you was beautiful in his eyes, you had stolen his heart long before he had ever realized it.  

Yeah, he was definitely in love. There was no doubt in his mind about it.    

  The Mandalorian had shifted uncomfortably in his spot now. The combination of realizing his love for you and the fact he had been staring at you for quite a bit now making him feel awkward. He almost felt like a creep, but at the same time he couldn’t make himself look away. It wasn’t like he wasn’t exactly aware of how attractive you were to him, inside and out, he just hadn’t really had the chance to really take it all in. He never really got the chance to come to terms with his feelings for you. Heck, he didn’t even get the chance to realize he had feelings for you. 

“Are you sunbathing?” He had finally questioned, mentally slapping himself, because anyone who had eyes could see that you in fact were doing just that. 

“Oh!” You had jumped at hearing his voice, surprised to see him back earlier than expected, your eyes opening to land on his form with a warm smile spreading across your lips, “Welcome back Mando.”

 His only reply was a grunt, as he watched as you rolled onto your back, stretching out your body  like a cat who had just awoken from a nap. He felt his cheeks burn at hearing the little sound you let out as you did. He watched as you sat up to lean back on your forearms, your hair cascading down your back in waves. There was a sparkle in your eyes, as you looked up at him fondly, your smile so sweet it could kill a man. It was as if the universe itself had craved you to perfection. 

  He was again brought out from his thoughts from hearing you speak, “What else would I be doing on this fine day?” 

“Anything else.” His reply had come out dryly, feeling like he would die from the heat he felt. His heart and mind both working over time to handle the new found knowledge of his feelings. 

“Ah but-” The words had begun to leave your mouth, but before you could finish your retort, darkness had suddenly consumed your vision. A large heavy fabric had covered your form and you moved your arms underneath, trying to find your escape. Pulling back the fabric from your head, you looked down at it before looking back up at your companion. For whatever reason, the Mandalorian had decided to throw his cape over top of you while you were basking in the afternoon sunlight. 

  He seemed to stiffen when your eyes made contact with his visor as you held the cape up at him with an eyebrow raised, “Mando?” 

“Where’s the kid?” His response came quickly, almost too quickly as he turned to look at any direction that wasn’t you. His mind swarmed with thoughts of his undeniable love for you. It was out of reflex to toss his cape over top of you, staring at you only worsened his already erratic heart. 

  A bit surprised with his behaviour, you had stood quickly, his cape still clutched in your hands. Concern had etched across your face as you questioned him worriedly, “He’s sleeping, but Mando why did you-”

“Get ready. We’re leaving in five minutes.” He said, cutting you off once more as he scurried past you, obviously in a hurry. 

 You had made an attempt to catch him before he made his way inside, but as always he was too quick for you to catch up to. “What- Mando wait a second!” 

 Before you could finish your questioning of him, the man had already entered into the Razor Crest. During his hurried escape, he had first made sure to give a quick check on the child, who slept soundly, not aware of his adoptive father's return. The next thing he did was to hide himself away in the cockpit, with his heart beating a thousand seconds per a minute, and his mind in disarray. His flush had started to subside a bit, but his mind was still a chaotic mess. 

  He could now hear you moving down below in the hull, the sounds bringing him back to seeing you outside sprawled out in a bikini. Remembering how beautiful you were and thinking about how strongly his love was burning for you. He had tried to distract himself by preparing for takeoff, but nothing could relax his rapidly beating heart. 

Din Djarin was in love and he honestly had no idea how to handle it. 

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