#and it’s also just mean!!!!! you’re gonna give your partner new insecurities!!!

[lylahammar]

“The ick” is straight ppl’s fun new way of passive aggressively letting everyone in the vicinity know how much they fucking hate their partner

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Yandere Kencanons

Warnings: Kidnapping, Abduction, Major Spoilers for The Barbie Movie, Unhinged Post, Possessive Ken, Ken Just Wants to be Loved, Petnames, Ken Being Condescending, Post-Patriarchy Ken, No Pronouns Used for Reader Except 'You'.

Simply put, you’d charmed Ken. Made his non-existent heart flutter and a feeling he always associated with Barbie to overtake him. Been in the wrong place at the right time. Hence, less than a few hours after your meeting with Kenneth, you were in Barbieland. Sorry - Kendom Land.

You’d made the mistake of asking him for the time, in a rush to make it to work. And, with a twinkle in his eye and a seeming newfound sense of purpose, he proclaimed that “You respect me!”

Dazed and with little else you could say, you shrugged. “I mean…I guess…?”

And that was enough for him.

“I must go – get back to Barbieland – spread the news about patriarchy!”

You'd humoured him, more for the promise of your own safety than actual agreement, and he tipped his hat to you, billowing away in the direction of Venice Beach in a haze of his own world.

You managed to dodge him initially, untangling yourself from his vacant stare and making it to work unscathed.

On your way to lunch a few hours after, however, you were accosted again.

Of course, by none other than Ken Carson.

Who, having put all he’d learnt from his books on horses, the Wild West, and patriarchy, literally lassoed you and threw you onto his shoulder.

“We’ve gotta get you back to Barbieland – the Kens are not gonna believe this !”

On your journey back to this mysterious place, Ken explained to you how Barbies usually rule everything while the Kens are left with nothing.

“But, with you at my side, I’m sure we can make it right!”

You genuinely chalked this guy up to be insane, if at most, an escaped patient.

However, as you traversed 2D landscapes, you were more inclined to believe him. That this fabled Babrietopia did in fact exist.

And, once you get there, you become Patriarchy Ken’s personal servant.

He tells you to “Brewski Beer” him, all the while talking about how his initial conception of patriarchy had been that it was “Horses who ran the world, but it’s actually men — and horses are men extenders.”

He calls you his “bride-wife” or “groom-husband”, which, compared to the other Kens’ long-term distance low-commitment casual partners, seems oddly…endearing. Dangerously permanent.

With no idea how to get back to the Real world, you’re stuck with Ken and his entourage of fellow Kens, the Barbies either indoctrinated into their way of thinking or in hiding.

Speaking of, you are basically Ken’s property.

And he treats you as such whenever one of the other Kens tries to accost your service.

His tone is low, eyes sharp. “(Y/N) is my long-term distance low-commitment partner, not yours, Ken.”

And, to show as much, you get to sit on the floor next to Ken as he watches the Godfather with his Kentourage, talking through the whole thing, commenting on its ingenuity and nuance.

He also makes you stay nearby whenever he changes outfits - which is just him changing into another faux mink coat, pants and headband.

Despite being this new, independent, untethered Ken, he asks your opinion on things which seem largely inconsequential. Still, you sense something unstable. Insecurity, perhaps.

"What about...this coat?"

"Isn't that the same as the last one you showed me?"

Ken looks at your glass reflection in the wardrobe doors. His smile glitches, falters. He replaces it.

"Yeah, course - I was just testing you, seein' if you were paying attention."

Whenever you get a moment alone, away from the madness of the Kens, it’s short-lived. For Ken is never far behind, seeming to materialise in the doorway of whatever room of the Dreamhouse you’ve adopted as your refuge.

“What’s wrong, tiny baby?” He says, sauntering over to you, snake-like.

“I want to go home, Ken,” You tell him, voice racked with sobs, tears in your eyes.

He just gives you a narrowed, confused look, adopting an almost incredulous posture as if to say ‘Why?’

“First of all, I don’t like your tone, Doll,”

He steps towards you. You step back.

“Second of all, why in Kendom Land would you wanna leave ?" Another step forward. Another step back. "This is the dream of any patriarch’s partner to be where you are now; it should feel just like home !” Another step forward, another step ba-

Your legs hit the edge of the bed.

It doesn’t matter how hurt - or frightened - you look. Ken doesn’t listen.

“And besides, do you know how many Barbies would kill to be where you are now ? I know Weird Barbie would.” And he smiles – smirks – as if he’s triumphed you in some way only he is aware of, hands on his waist. The image of power.

Ken tends to test his boundaries when it comes to physical affection.

Seeing as he received none with Barbie, he seems to want to try his luck with you.

And yes, this does include him puckering his lips and staying stood in front of you until one of you caves.

Usually, it’s him, causing him to retract and act as if nothing happened. Which it didn’t. 

But when he really wants a kiss, he can persist for hours.

You timed him. Two hours and three minutes until you relented and pecked him.

“Wow,” he says, every time, as if it’s the first time, his eyes clouded with dreams and what you could only pen as whimsy.

He’s incredibly touch-starved. Show him an ounce of willing and he’ll be overjoyed in his own, new, macho way. Though, he does have a hard time containing a squeal whenever you touch skin.

Secretly, he's entranced by how...human you are. how different you feel and talk to the other dolls in his Kendom.

He's developed an obsession interest with your hands, holding them in his, telling you how small and soft your hands are compared to his.

He squeezes them whenever he gets the chance, commenting on how "Squishy" your fingers are, despite you having a skeleton beneath your skin - a concept that blows Ken away every time you explain it to him.

He also adores hugs. Though, he only hugs you/lets you hug him when out of view of other Kens. He needs to protect his image as the stoic leader, after all.

Loves a cuddle; goes stupid crazy for them.

He favours holding you to his chest and resting his chin atop your head. He finds your warmth a foreign comfort. While you find his lack of a heart – and a beat – a discomfort.

“S’nice and warm,” he says, eyes closed, the image of laxity. "Being here with you."

He mumbles that last part. You know not to inquire further. The Kens consider any form of genuine affection to be a weakness.

It’s in your best interest to just let him stay there and talk about whatever it is he’s fascinated himself with, lest you wish to incur a temper tantrum or the cold shoulder.

Aside from being a fan of hand-holding, he's also a partaker in wrist-holding.

If you ever do something to aggravate him, he tends to grip your wrist hard enough to make you wince, his jaw clenched, eyes narrowed.

“Something wrong, Babe?” He’ll say, tone deep with simmering wrath.

You know not to push it with Ken.

Despite how platinum and perfect he is, he does harbour a resentment which, whether caused by you or not, he seems to target you with.

Talked to a Ken for too long, or in a way he didn’t like?

He’s going to embarrass you in front of him. Make you seem undesirable to all who are not himself.

He knows he can’t make you disappear, given the fact that you’re mortal. But he knows he can make other Kens disappear; an idea that, the first time it appeared to him, frightened him, made him confront a darker half he’d repressed. But, as time went on, he’s learnt to harness it in ways you’d never have suspected from a Ken.

Not that you’d know it from the way he treats you, but he does actually care for you.

Perhaps…as much as, even more so, than he does — did — for Barbie.

He doesn’t feel like he’s tethered to any one job or image when he’s with you; his identity is not an extension of yours. But, he does try to treat yours as if it is an extension of his.

“Babe, hurry up with those beers — the game’s about to start !”

He knows you’re impervious to the effects of his brainwashing, given that you’re from the Real World, so he feels that you’re the most genuine person in Kendom Land. Hence he tends to treat you with equal harshness and care.

This also often leads to Ken asking you things about your world. Things he doesn’t yet have the answers for.

His favourite pastime is to lay his head on your thighs while you sit against the headboard of his bed, asking you any and all questions that come to mind.

“What’s your favourite colour?”, “Where does the sun go when it’s night time?”, “What did you do at your job?”

Personal ones like that last one often cause you to tense, and Ken can tell. He tends to refrain from asking you such questions now, seeing as any reminder of your life prior to this cause you to, what he has learnt to call it, cry.

Despite how tone-deaf Kenneth can be, he is actually rather intuitive. Or, rather, considerate.

When you’d told him your favourite colour, he’d painted his bedroom walls in it. Albeit a slap-dash job of it, given how interior design is not in his box description like Interior Design Ken, but he tried !

Despite his small acts of kindness being his attempts to imitate comfort, they do little to calm you. For everything he says, does, discussing a future with you in Kendom Land, changing aspects of his world to cater to your preferences, feel as if you are to take up unwilling, permanent residence here.

And, while you wait and plot for a way to escape, you exist as a perpetual puppet for Ken to mither and berate and order around.

In the real world, a doll has started appearing on shelves – a new range of ‘Misery Barbie/Ken’ dominating the toy aisles of every supermarket and toy store, your visage wrapped tightly in every box.

Tears, an outfit demeaning enough to make a grandmother faint, and the unwavering expression of the need for freedom.

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[blippymilk]

Brozone (+ Poppy & Viva) x Touch Starved Fem! Reader

Ok the request is that the reader is a touch starved, easily flustered, insecure yet passionate female. Her hair can change based on how she’s feeling. She likes to rant and info dump a lot. She likes drawing herself and her loved ones, and gives small gifts as a form of affection or to make them feel better. There will be a friend and s/o version.

(I’m also really sorry if this is not to the liking of the request, I kind of struggled while making this 😭)

John Dory:

Friend:

- As your friend he’s a little concerned for you

- Like he knows your fine but sometime he worries 😭

- But nothing JD can’t handle

- Genuinely enjoys your little gifts but he never makes it obvious at first

“Hey JD look I made you a little gift.” :)

“Oh that’s sweet. Can you put it on my desk? I’ll look at it later.”

- One day him and his brothers were rough housing around while you Poppy, and Viva stood by cheering them on. Bruce gets a little too rough with him and knocks something out of his jacket, it was your gift

- This man stops everything

- Like everything

- Like everyone’s frozen in place no matter what stance they’re in

- And picks it up and places it gently back in the pockets inside his jacket then lectures the boys about how he could’ve gotten his belongings crushed 😭

S/O:

- Still worries about you even after being together

- Sometimes the way your emotions change with your hair startles him

- And that’s mostly because your emotions can change rapidly

- But he also finds it really funny

- So prepare for his scare attacks

- Your hair gets so spiky, and you get so mad

“Oh come on I was only playing around babe. Tell you what, I’ll find a better way to mess with your hair.”

- And he did, which was by flustering you with comments that boost your confidence

- Your face turns red and your hair poofs up then falls around your head

- You’re always muttering a lot just like Viva and Poppy and JD finds it hilarious that him, Branch, and Clay are in the same boat (not saying Clay and Viva are not dating jus to clarify 😭)

Floyd:

Friend:

- Loves having a friend that’s the complete opposite of him

- He’ll listen to you rant all day

- With feedback on every question and statement

- Also finds your hair amusing but won’t abuse it’s power on purpose like John 😭

- Shocked by your passion to draw

“Is that me and you?”

“You know it.”

“I love it.” 🥹

S/O:

- Absolutely head over heels for you

- Still would be into listening to you rant but he’s helping you calm down a bit more

- Now your drawings had a more romantic reference behind them and he loved them even more

- No matter where he goes he always has one of your pictures on him

- He carries it around and values it like cash

- And absolutely none of his (little) brothers are getting their hands on it (yes he’s aware that they’re all adults now)

Spruce Bruce

Friend:

- He’s an expert on hair so he’s not too shocked or anything

- I mean look at that fluff on his head

- Seeing as Bruce could handle so many kids in the movie I believe he could deal with a ranting partner just fine

- He knows how to avoid frustration with you

S/O:

- Finds everything you do cute (c’mon it’s Bruce)

- He loves your arts & crafts

- Probably more than you

- Just like John he likes to you see you flustered with that big frizz on your head

- Your hair is constantly poofy because this man never stopsssss

“Hey (____) did it hurt when you fell?”

“Huh?”

“When you fell. From heaven?”

“Bruce you’re litteraly gonna kill me and my hair…”

- Definitely helps you get the knots out afterward 😭

Clay:

Friends:

- He hangs around Viva so the rambling is nothing new to him

- Always tries to hide you from Viva because he knows you two would be a unstoppable force ( plus poppyyyyy?!?)

- Hates when you feel insecure in any kind of way possible

- So just like you leave him little sketches, he leaves little notes of affirmations for you to read

- And makes you read them

- Outloud

“I am so pretty, beautiful, smart, talente- Clay do I have to keep-”

“Keep going.”

“Ok but-”

- Extremely intense eye contact

sighhhhhhhh “I am talented, I am kind, I am loyal…”

S/O:

- One of the most respectful boyfriends in the world

- Eventually gives in and let’s you and Viva mingle (possibly a bad descion!!??)

- Astonished by what your hair is capable of (can’t show his excitement tho cause he’s not a fun boy anymore right?)

- He is a words of affection (and physical touch sjejkemsjks) kinda guy so as your boyfriend he’s all you could ask for

- So now your attached to this man like glue and it’s kind of his fault

- Has to pry you off sometime but he will never stop loving you the same

“I love youuuuuu.”

“I love youuuuuu too.”

Branch:

Friend:

- Just like Clay he’s friends with Poppy so he’s used to the talking behavior (no Boppy in thissss 😔)

- You guys didn’t exactly hit it off at first either

- You met him during his “no color” era so that makes most of the sense

- ntgl when he first finds out about your hair he’s thrown off

- And the other trolls had so much fun with it that he considered you a distraction from the bergens soooo he wasn’t too fond of you

- And it takes a while but eventually you both become inseparable

“You hated me for no reason, and now I’m your favorite.”

“Yeah yeah.”

S/O:

- He’s growing as in character development

- So now instead of getting upset he uses your hair to read you

- He never really knows when he’s doing anything right or wrong as far as the relationship so he depends on your hair to know which path to take

- Your info dumping soothes him, wether he likes it or not

- He plays it off subtly but he knows how to fluster you and he takes pride in that (*AHEM* SINGING)

Poppy:

Friend:

- Doesn’t even realize that you’re rambling cause she’s doing it too

- You both are a special duo that at one point drove Branch up a tree (no pun intended)

- As much as the trolls like you, they don’t realize how actually dangerous you two could be together 😭

- And you can imagine the fear on Branch’s face when he finds out Viva and Poppy are sisters

S/O:

- Everyone knows Poppy is a scrapbooking master so when she begins to receive little arts and crafts from you she’s in love

- Like she’s bouncing off the wall excited

- Literally (it’s Poppy)

- She’s superrr touchy-feely so your living your best life

- Your hair is so fun and amusing to her

- Like JD she might try to scare you a couple times to see your hair spike up for fun but cuddles you after

“I’m sorry sweetieeee you know I can’t help it. Your hair is just so fun!”

“Poppyyyy you say that everytimeeee!”

Viva:

Friends:

- Basically Poppy’s doppelgänger so what can you expect?!

- Always rambling but somehow always manages to do it more than you

- She might just be you plus Poppy times five

- Clay tried to help you hide your hair for the sake of you and Viva

- Unfortunately she popped up out of nowhere startling you both and causing your hair to go erratic

“So so sorry guys I didn’t mean to…OMG YOUR HAIR!”

S/O:

- Everything you could ask for from a girlfriend

- Like she literally could not have given you anymore

- She loves your art works

- She loves to hear you talk and join in with you

- She loves the touchy-feely type

- She literally can’t find a single flaw in you whatsoever

[takalzuoom]

Hii It's my first time Requesting and if they're closed ignore! Could I request Octo Trio x Reader whose like Cala maria? Like when they're in the water they get really big

Okay okay okay, so this took a while to think about because I had no idea how to write it. Like at all.

And I even ended up watching markiplier’s cuphead gameplay because of it 🙈 and this also inspired my whale shark y/n scenarios! I hope I did these okay 🙇🏻

i hope you like it! and tysm for requesting 😻😻 mwah mwah

cw: cursing, link of raccoon being flung, they/them pronouns!

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐬/𝐨

𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥

He already knew you were gonna be something big- as you tower over himself and the twins.

And frankly, he was excited to find out

Okay, I can say for sure that his face turns SCARLET when he first sees your merform. That you're much, much larger than him that you could easily crush him without a second thought

👁👁

And since we know that Azul is bigger than the twins in water (unlike on land), he did feel a little… threatened

but since it's you it's okay 😻

But it's great for business!

I think that you’re that last resort for some… bothersome customers... like you won't even do anything but stare at them…

silently

🧍🏻

SIMP IN DISGUISE

I see him cuddling up to you in his octo form if there isn't an octo-pot available/near :(

Of course, you coddle your little boyfie :(( when he’s in a mood or just stressed you offer a big ol' hug and just listen to him rant

But he's Azul, and has insecurities- so he'll use this to scare potential ‘suitors’

He’ll feign sadness, have you scoop him up into your arms, and fucking SMIRKS at the other guy

DEFINITELY makes the decapitating motion while you're just like :) happily holding your scheming boyfriend

Mama Azul APPROVES she’s a big lady. Much bigger than Azul

And she just LOVES the fact that you're a whale shark/ Since you eat a lot she has you as the official taste tester! She values your opinion a lot, as she’ll be your mother in law in the very very near future 👁👁

Azul and his mom plan out the wedding in advance- like years in advance- like so in advance they're also planning your first year anniversary

Like- girly will evaluate your every move. Having a checklist and all as she makes sure you’re good for her baby zuzu (she adds 20 points just because you're a whale shark)

He has scary dog privileges

Like if someone gives him trouble over vacation- and before he can even threaten to wipe out their entire bloodline, you’ll just pop up behind him, red smeared on the corner of your lips as you tell them to ‘leave’

(It was his mom’s new jam recipe!)

𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝

Oh my god, it's spiderman! Spiderman! It’s spider-man!

Oh my god. Personal simp

Like okay, okay, okay.

You're tall, hot, and scary. What more could Floyd ask for in a partner??

When people hear about what kind of merperson you are, they run for the hills.

I mean, with those razor-sharp teeth, blank eyes, and looming presence, I wouldnt wanna be around a great white shark merfolk either.

Though you're not as tall as the other y/n’s, you’re still tall (great whites grow to be over 10 feet. Females are 15-21 and males are 11-13. )

But you fall on the scale of being around 22 feet in the water. And 6’3 on land!

When I tell you it was love at first sight for Floyd. I mean it. He would always drag you off (per your dismay) and bring you along with his shenanigans

Literally, the girl who’s like “oh y/n you're so funny��😹😹” when you haven't even done anything

Kinda like an extrovert adopting an introvert since you're more prone to be alone. By choice of course, as that’s how you were raised in the sea.

Though I think sometimes Floyd will either respect it or just not give a shit

Like- I mostly see him hanging out with you. Maybe you're reading or just scrolling through your phone as Floyd sits there lazily talking about his day and how he annoyed the shit outta riddle

your occasionally inputs only egg him on

Y’all fucking bite the shit out of each other. 🧍🏻

LIKE OKAY LISTEN- after an impromptu make-out session he walked out looking like he was mauled by a bear

While you walked out looking like you barely managed to escape an axe murderer

Date people who’re willing to bite you 🤞

You play volleyball. And you’re fucking good at it.

I can imagine Floyd helping you practice. Like where your both peppering, but you're both just- spiking at each other.

(Mark my words I’m gonna make separate headcanons for him and his great white hottie)

But in water- he’s a fucking gnat. Like he’s swimming around you every which way as you're just cruising along

Will annoy the shit out of you.

Like you're not used to having this kind of company, especially in the water. But he loves it. Loves how he can scare people with just a mention of your name.

Loves the attention he gets as well.

Just everything about it he loves.

Except when he’s in a bad mood.

You’ll take your little Floyd, put him vertically on your back, and just swim.

But if he’s being especially pissy one day while he's on your back, sulking, you'll start spending up, your boyfriend slipping a bit as you’ll spy hop out of the water and fucking FLING HIM

LIKE HE GOES FLYING OFF INTO THE DISTANCE SPINNING IN THE AIR

AND THEN HE’LL JUST- COME BACK, BEGGING YOU TO DO IT AGAIN

More than once has he asked you to fling him on land so he can

1. Freak out his fellow students by playing zombie

2. Freak out his fellow students by pretending to be a fish out of water. Then attempting to drag them into the water when close enough

Everyone and their mother regrets bringing you two together.

*Floyd standing in front of the ocean*

“Hey babe”

*25” great white shark emerging from the water like the lost city of Atlantis

“Hey”

Someone has pissed themselves in your presence OUIBWERFHIGR

𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐞

Ah yes, Jade and his Orca lover😁

😟

No

Oh god no

The WORST absolute combo

Between jade’s… charming personality, height, and teeth- and your mischievous behavior, large size, and (once again) sharp teeth

You're avoided like the plague

Sometimes, people feel like you're mixed up

“Shouldn’t Floyd be dating the orca while Jade dates the shark?”

You and Floyd's partner are like night and day. And you could understand why they would think that.

They’re more reserve, patient, and sometimes assertive. While you're more sociable, affectionate, and charming… you think they’re dead wrong

Cause, on one hand, you and Floyd tend to clash. Sometimes, while Floyd’s s/o and jade have one-sided conversations (or telepathic ones)

don't let them talk cause they'll plot world domination...

“hey orca- why do they keep looking at us like that”

“couldn’t tell me”

But overall, you love your boyfriend, and he loves you even more. You kind of remind him of his brother with all the hijacks you pull.

But when you're in water, oh my god- he falls in love all over again

You're a bully. Let’s get that straight, when you see another merfolk minding their own business, you both share a look and immediately- like with the snap of a finger, start harassing them.

AND YALL JUST GIGGLE, SWIMMING AWAY WHEN THEY THREATEN TO CALL THE COPS-

He loves your dynamic, loves how you value personal relationships and how much you care for your family

HAS met your family. Your two moms welcoming him with open… hands? It was kinda weird, 'cause you're all so much bigger than him that he couldn’t hug them without it seeming awkward.

WILL use your height in and out of water for his advantage.

I think he might be a little bitter about how you're so much taller than him, but that ends when he sees you struggling to do normal things

Like when you get stuck in the rocks underwater, not able to go to half shops since you can't even fit your arm through the door.

And even on land, you're constantly bumping your head on doors, getting suck in hallways, pouting at him to help you.

Like Floyd, he has recreated that moment. But in different fonts

Like okay- setting the scene

Imagine some customers are trying to give Jade a harsh time in the lounge. By this time Floyd dipped, Azul's in his office (said yall could handle it) and the other employees didn’t know what to do.

Of course, you were in the lounge, trying to take a quick snooze before your shift. But accidentally eavesdropping on your boyfriend and his new 'friends'

And when Jade finally backed up against the glass, monkey grin stretched upon his face as he knocked on the glass saying ‘babe’

They were meant with a singular eye. First looking up, then snapping to them as they stood frozen in fear.

Jade, chuckling, slowly walked towards them as you you swam by giving them a preview of your body that never seemed to end…

Until it did

Bending down towards them, jade places a hand on two of their shoulders, the others watching the tank intently as Jade only whispered one thing.

“Run”

And before they even had the chance, you emerged from the water's surface. Water ran off your ink and snow-stained body, as you smiled eerily at them.

Before you could even open their mouth, they sprinted out the door, pants a little wet as they promised to never come here again.

There was a brief silence until you started laughing- cackling hysterically.

The employees and regulars joining in as they were used to this scenario.

Jade only chuckled, reaching up to caress your hand. Silently telling you how you did well.

“I didn’t even say anything” you huffed, picking at your ear. Jade was about to say something until a loud sigh was heard

“Really y/n?” Again?” Azul groaned, looking at the water stains around the tank.

You both shared a look, then shrugged. “It was the most efficient way to handle rowdy customers. Besides-” he gazed at you, who was bored out of your mind, leaning against the glass.

“Something tells me we won't have any problems for a long while”

I see him catching a ride on you. When you want to spy hop he’ll hold onto your dorsal fluke and just enjoy the view of the endless oceans and the setting horizon.

( curse you anon! I now making separate Jade and Floyd scenarios 👿) /lh

[howl-fantasies]

Hiya, if you’re requests are open, I was wondering if you could do Gotham Villains with a villain S/O (specifically Scarecrow and the Riddler) that are good friends with Harley and Ivy. Maybe they flirt with each other when they see each other out at night, or in serious situations with the Bat.

All my thanks, Elsie xx

A/N - Hello dear, thank you very much for your request!

I love how Ivy and Harley are loyal in friendship and how Ivy is trying to make Harley realize her relationship with Joker is toxic and he doesn't deserve her. So much possibilities adding the reader in their strong women duo!

I wrote it as headcanons and hope you will like it!

Warning: suggestive themes, bad words, english mistakes.

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GOTHAM VILLAINS WITH A S/O BEING (VERY ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) GOOD FRIEND WITH HARLEY AND IVY (RIDDLER AND SCARECROW EDITION)

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EDWARD NYGMA / THE RIDDLER

We’re not gonna lie, he’s more ok with the idea of a friendship with Ivy than Harley. He judge her more “stable” than Joker ex-therapist.

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Doesn’t mean he accepts it though, truth be told, he was furious the first time you two crossed paths with the two girls and they greeted you so casually, like they knew you for years (they do, he’s just utterly jealous about it). He didn’t like Ivy’s disgusted glance and the meaningful glance she threw him like “dude, how dare you breathing the same air as Y/N, shoo or something, you don’t have your place in our girl only little moment.” 

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Ed being very possessive/insecure he started seeing Ivy as a threat and also Harley when she gaped like the idiotic woman he swore she was at the view of your very tight costume, looking a bit too long for his liking at your boobs and blushing slightly. 

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Ed being Ed (and also Riddler), he would tell you immediately after your meeting he doesn’t like the girls, at all, and would ask you to avoid them at all cost. “Can’t you see they will try to manipulate you to leave me exactly how Harley did with Joker? Can’t blame the imbecile, he was trash with her but I’m not with you! You’re my lover AND my partner sometimes, I don’t want them to jeopardize that Y/N! Plus you’re too clever for them they don’t deserve your intelligence nor your attention while I DO”.

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However, you don’t have to listen to his jealousy and you still do as you want, meaning continuing meeting the girls and god, wish he would never see the three of you flirting or he would find a way to annihilate all Gotham’s vegetation and sequestrate Harley in a room with her ex lover.

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You three are the very meaning of “Girl power” when working like a team, you’re intelligent, as well as Ivy and Harley despite the villain boys might think (I mean, look at their background and skills the girls rock!) and when you choose a mark, a bank, a shenanigan you kill/rob/do it like true queens and even the boys are peeing in their pants at the mention of you. 

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Harley is very direct when flirting with you. She has 0 problem coming to you and grab your tits or ass because “They looked so lonely, I had to do something to cheer them up, look at those! Beautiful!” She’s clingy, touchy and extremely blunt when explaining what she would like to do to you or how she would like you to do her. 

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Ivy is more subtle in her approach. Of course she would tell you how beautiful you are and look, she would delicately touch you like she was giving her attention to one of her flower. A lot of innuendoes, meaningful glances and smiles. 

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A lot of comments about how you’re too good for Ed and how you deserve better. “Sweetie, his ego is just ridiculous, he’s temperamental, a sore loser with the bat and yell at you when he’s frustrated, jealous or something doesn’t go as his so brilliant mind planned it, yes it was sarcasm here! Goodness I hope for him he never tried to harm you, did he?” Answer VEEEERY carefully cause the redhead is 100% capable of chasing Ed to use him as her new fertilizer. 👀

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If the two are on you, Harley would be the one touching and Ivy the one muttering sweet nothings and dirty things to you. (Can’t change my mind!)

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Batman knows about your friendship and the flirting. He was stunned when the girls flirted openly with you in front of him the first time and even recognized he felt for Riddler. 

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Poor boy would surely balance between being excited AF seeing three goddesses flirting, feel enraged because you are not looking at him and flustered when he would discover how flirty and confident women are able to handle themselves without a man in the middle (he’s a bit in the macho side and it will take the very vision of the three of you to prove him a man isn’t indispensable here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Secretly, Batman prefers seeing the three of you girls together. He saw how Harley was “better” so to speak away from Joker and hope she would let him help her being sane again. He hope you’ll leave Ed and give him the same hope. (Nope). 

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Because I like to torture Ed, he would interrupt one flirting moment when he couldn’t stand being away from you anymore. God. You thought his eyes were about to fell on the floor with his mouth and even discovered him a soprano voice when he yelled so high because of the shock. “KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS FAR AWAY FROM MY LOVER YOU CRAZY WOMEN! I SWEAR YOU GONNA PAY FOR THAT!” 

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Edward is no fighter but he would jumped on Harley and Ivy to put some distance between the girls and you, grabbing your shoulders next and crushing you against his chest like a possessive child, yelling threats at them. Good luck after that, he’s gonna sulk for WEEKS.

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JONATHAN CRANE / SCARECROW

Jonathan is a sweet innocent cinnamon roll (with many issues) but he would never tell you to stop seeing the girls.

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They make you smile and he can’t be more happy than knowing you’re enjoying your time in Gotham, him and your friends. 

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He was a little bit reserved about your friendship with Harley at first, but more because of her proximity with Joker than her as a person. After all, he knows she’s an intelligent and kind woman - when Mistah J isn’t involved. You being friend with Ivy he doesn’t have any objection, and is secretly happy since she hates most men and will keep them at bay if they try hitting on you when he’s not here. 

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The girls “like” him. He has some serious obsession about fear, that’s right, but he’s so cute with you, always looking for your approbation and always checking you’re ok. Truly, I think he’s one of the few males Ivy can stand. So she wouldn’t be too harsh with him, just saying that if he once dare to harm you, she wouldn’t tolerate him being near you anymore. 

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Harley would just be ecstatic, babbling for HOURS about how the two of you make Gotham cutest couple and how she would “love sharing the same bond with Jok-*Ivy deadly glare* someone one day”. 

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When you tell Jonathan you’re going to have girl time, he would feel a bit jealous but respect your choice to spend the night with the girls, just telling you to be careful and to not do anything you don’t want even if Harley is arguing “it’ll be fun”. Would ask you to take one gauntlet with his special toxin in it, just in case. 

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Would also ask you to send him texts just to know you’re ok, and please if you’re too drunk to drive tell him just so he knows you’re gonna sleep at Ivy/Harley’s flat or just so he could fetch you, even extending the offer to the girls. 

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So they wouldn’t complain if they see you texting your anxious lover, they would even take the initiative if you can’t do it since they find him so endearing. 

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Scarecrow is super proud when reading about your shenanigans with the girls and would love to hear you tell him all the story and how you outsmarted/beat the bat and/or the cops. As long as you’re ok and Batman is still alive for him to fight he wouldn’t be too difficult. Super super proud when you beat some villains asses, especially those he hates. 

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With the Batman, Harley and Ivy would be super protective of you and even sometimes babying you. Give everything they have to not let him approach you and risk you to be injured. Scarecrow would never let them hear the end of it and would probably keep you hidden somewhere until he’s sure all your bruises are healed. ANXIOUS BOYFRIEND AGAIN. 

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Batman is a bit confused about your relationship with Scarecrow. For starters he never thought the man was capable of loving something else than his researches and science but you proved him wrong. And there is some balance and respect in your couple... Even him and Selina aren’t so devoted to each other. You’ll give him a few headaches when he’s not chasing some villains, and plunge him into a deep introspection about what is a healthy relationship, what is not, and should he try to separate the two of you to see if it gives him an opportunity to cure your insanity or if it would make it worse...

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Also confused about your friendship with the girls and how they’re ready to take the punches for you.

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Their non verbal confused him AF too Does Harley grabbed all of her friends waist like this? Does Ivy take the time to clean the dust of all her friends faces? He highly suspects there is something more between the three of you than simple friendship and it’s also gonna give him terrible migraines since he wouldn’t be able to decide if you’re better alone, with Scarecrow or with the girls...

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Harley would insist to chose your clothes when you’re just with Ivy and her, making comments about how it highlights your boobs, butt, thighs... You wouldn’t be able to escape it. She would be touchy and also suggest you take a few outfits to show off in front of Jonathan. 

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Ivy would assist her, also complimenting your form, but with more polite words, has a thing with your hair and insist to brush it, giving her an occasion to touch you neck, shoulders and back that she finds so graceful. She wouldn’t suggest anything about you seducing Scarecrow. Yes she tolerates him but that’s it, she’s not overjoyed by your couple, being even a little bit envious of him being able to love you like you deserve. 

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When Jonathan would catch the flirting, he would be so flustered even his costume wouldn’t be enough to hide his blushing. Would even put his palms against his eyes screaming like a madman if he saw the girls and you in a ahem... very ambiguous situation/position. “What have you done to Y/N?! What is that! What was the meaning of this! Please refrain your libido ladies!” After the shock he would be pretty mad and threaten Ivy and Harley with his toxin, making Harley apologize with a wince and Ivy sulk badly. 

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You will have some explanations to do and a lot of words of affirmation and little attentions to make to appease his jealousy. Be nice with this poor soul he’s so fragile  😩

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A/N - I hope you liked it! Again, thank you for your request. Have a beautiful day/night and take care! 🥰

[wooyoungisbaby]

whah new chapter so soon!! :DD you’re a fucking champ!!!! 

Oh gosh… A few paragraphs in, my stomach dropped when i realized what was going on (/pos). I just remembered what this chapter was teased to be about, and…. Im already in pain :) again, /pos. im picking sannie up in my hands and smooching him like hes a wet, scared kitten. He’s just going through the motions of checking on his partners and taking care of them, but he’s so far away T_T 

they were the right kind of sobs, right?

Of course they were, silly!!! ;o; @ woo and reader, please reassure him asap !!!!

You are different from… from…

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

You are his responsibility, not the other way around.

SCREAMING!!!! Sannie baby it goes both ways! ;o; Gahhh im so invested in his happiness wtf igby<3 He was Just having a good time, giving his partners and himself what they wanted, and now his brain is being mean to him!! :’( 

You had a perfect view of the utter bliss stretched across Wooyoung’s face, tongue lolling out as San kept his head yanked back by the hair.

..okay, you’re forgiven bc this is a delicious mental image hdnhsjhjshd

San does not resist when you pull him into a back-hug, numbly letting himself get manoeuvred

His willingness to go along with this when he was in his aftercare role just seconds ago, says so much about how much he needs care and reassurance. 

San swallows thickly, looking strangely small in your arms. 

The way it’s SO easy to imagine this T_T He’s such a good dom and such a pillar for the other two in this story, and it’s easy to forget that he’s also a human with needs and limits and fears. And a past. 

[...] along with a small twinge of something more complicated. 

Insecurity (or jealousy?) that they know each other better than either of them knows her? Just thinking out loud eheh

“Seriously, the lengths I have to go to to get fed properly around here,”

I SNORTED 😂

“We look after each other around here. What’d you do if it was me or Wooyoung?” “…I’d look after you.”

YES TELL HIM!!!! I love it when a situation like this is turned on its head. I can hear San thinking “it’s not the same” but IT IS 👏

There is nothing cheeky about San’s gaze this time.

😭 ♥️

He’d just sidled up to the bedroom with Byeol in his arms, thinking to provide San some extra company.

This guy!! Always plotting and scheming. To do good, but still. 

Well, same difference, really.

Yeah, i was about to say pfff <3

There is a light pout on San’s face and he snores softly

he’s so cute im gonna throw up hjhsahdddhd

“San is just— um—” “Ah.”

oh he knows xD

[...] waking him with a few gentle nips of teeth.

Woo really bit him awake, menace that he is <3

“Hey. Good morning.”

There is something weirdly adorable about a guy being so self-conscious about his morning wood when he’s had his dick inside your body’s horny trinity of holes more times than you care to count.

First of all, love the way you phrased all this 😂 Secondly, YEAH this is Choi San we’re talking about,, he’s polite and respectful. Humble and kindness, even. 

“Yeah,” San says quietly. “Want to be taken care of.”

brb walking into traffic due to an urgent case of San Is Too Precious

Igbyyyy oh my goOdnhjjd  this part where they’re only just starting to, err, take care of San. there’s something white-hot but light inside my chest seeing him like this, it’s just like. relief? also hornie, you know how it is. 

(maybe it's just that i'm getting to put my own brain into San for once, in this fic? That's how my brain works btw, it puts itself into whoever is the sub and/or bottom in a fic and i perceive the fic as though i am them. or something like that?)

and soon he’s writhing between you and Wooyoung, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

cartoon-style, there’s a volcano on top of my head and baby it is erupting. 

“Such a good boy you are for us,” Wooyoung coos at San

nvm i am actually an ice cube being dropped into a furnace. which is to say, melting. 

“Want me to edge you? Would you like that, Sannie?”

my birthday was two days ago, what is this?? A treat of edging? foR ME?? 

[...] he just doesn’t know what to do with himself if he’s not making us feel good.”

>:3c there are remedies for that. by which i mean.. tying him up so he doesn’t have any way to reciprocate. ✨

[...] wanna be good…” A thick tear escapes San’s lashes, streaking down his puffy cheek.

igbyyyy 😭 he’s CRYING!! in the best way possible, this is tearing me tf apart hhhhh He must have needed this really bad >< 

San makes a strangled noise, shaking his head like he’s embarrassed to say it out loud, but eventually stammers, “T-tits.”

[insert the cartoon volcano head again] No seriously im fucking ascending  hjfnhjhf

He melts into the bed with a shuddered breath, like the thought of pushing back does not even occur to him.

i know he’s mainly a dom in this dynamic but he’s actually such a perfect and wonderful sub that i might cry 

Just a funny little anecdote from a previous fandom i was in: me and some pals™ became obsessed with a 3way ship and made up many kinky scenes for them, one of which resulted in me adding the white card “edging a guy and then coming on his tits” to our custom Cards Against Humanity deck. And this scene reminded me of that :3 

[...] until San is trembling, so lost in pleasure he no longer has the presence of mind to respond to your kiss. 

Im standing on my balcony, looking to the horizon. The sun is rising, casting everything i can see in warm light, the wind tickling me as it sweeps through my hair. Everything is calm and quiet, only a few people far below me up at this hour, no doubt heading for early morning shifts. An lone owl bids the night farewell with a deep coo. For a beat i stand here, taking in the tranquility of the world. I inhale deeply, greedy for the crisp air. On the exhale, i scream as loud as i possibly can. “Choi san is a sub!” The owl takes off, terrified. A guy i don’t know looks up at me, seemingly unsure if he should be concerned or just pissed off. He decides on the latter. “Shut the fuck up, it’s 7am!” he yells back. I care not. I have to speak my truth and the universe will listen. 

“Don’t think so lowly of yourself, Woo,” you huff. “I also use you for your cooking.”

hJDNFJSDH SCREAMING 😂

San brightens like the sun breaking through cloudcover, delighted at your ‘use’ for him.

He’s a big fuckin teddy bear, SO happy to be used for his hugging skills. He’s adorable. 

“I could help out more, you know. Move in, share the load. The laundry load.”

SCREAMING????? 

share the load.

Ayyyy 😉

I dont have a brain rn im afraid, so no closing thoughts aside from AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt11

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff, angst, neighbours au, FWB to QPR

ch. summary: San drops, but you and Wooyoung are here to catch him.

wc: 7.8k

ch. warnings for opening scene: dom drop, dirty talk, degradation kink & hair pulling (@ Wooyoung), dumbification (@ reader), pussy slap, anal & vaginal sex, angst, anxiety spiral abt hurting one’s partners

warnings for the rest of the chapter: hurt / comfort, sub San, soft dom duo Wooyoung & reader, somnophilia if you squint, sleepy morning sex, titty worship (@ San), hand / blowjob, orgasm denial, thigh riding, cum shot (chest @ San), cum eating / sharing, praise kink, San is called ‘good boy’

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns. mention of stretch marks.

a/n²: barely proofread bc my brain is being a lil bratty bastard man abt editing

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

“Can’t even fuck her right, can you Woo? Can’t do anything with that pussy without my help.”

Gently, San undoes the two handcuffs that bound each of Wooyoung’s wrists to yours. His eyes scan over Wooyoung’s skin for abrasions, but San struggles to pay his full care and attention to the task. His mind refuses to stay in the moment, instead rewinding the night’s events, over and over again like a broken tape-player. The images grow more distorted with every replay.

His muscles still burn from the force with which he’d rammed into Wooyoung from behind, who’d been on top of you. Every harsh slam of San’s hips had buried Wooyoung’s cock deeper into you, indirectly fucking you with his ruthless pace.

“You’re decent with that smart mouth, Woo, but we both know it’s my cock she likes better. Isn’t that so, baby?”

You had whined, too fucked out to answer.

“Aw look at her trying to spare your feelings. Sweet thing. Or maybe she’s just fucked too dumb to think. Any cock will do now, even yours.”

Had you really been too fucked out to answer? What if you had been too unwilling? Filled with guilt at the thought of picking one over the other — even if it was just for play, only to rile Wooyoung up.

San blinks, trying to get his vision focused. Sweat-matted hair clings to his forehead, unpleasantly sticky and prickling at his eyes. The fabric of his robe feels strangely scratchy against his skin, making it hard to concentrate while his thumbs press into your wrist, stimulating your blood-flow on pure auto-pilot.

“You like that, baby? Like it when I fuck you with Wooyoung’s cock? Much better than letting him fumble on his own. At least I know how to treat that tight cunt.”

Wooyoung had sobbed at the humiliation — they were the right kind of sobs, right? Wooyoung knows San didn’t mean it?

It had all felt good in the moment, but now doubt slithers into San’s memories, a dark chill creeping up his spine. Had he gone too far in degrading Wooyoung, crossing the line of cruel pleasure into simple cruelty? Had he made the wrong move by trying to rope you into his debasement of Wooyoung?

There’s a weird static in San’s ears. Vaguely he hears someone praising him, telling him he did so well; but the words can’t connect to him. They don’t fire off positive neurons in his brain, don’t bring the reassurance he so craves.

‘Did they really want it?’ a low insidious voice whispers to San instead. ‘What if they are just going along with what you pushed on them?’

San frowns. No; you and Wooyoung explicitly consented to all this beforehand. Neither of you are in the habit of neglecting your own safety in a misguided attempt to spare his feelings. You would have told him if anything felt bad. You are different from… from…

He shakes his head, trying to shake off the static. You and Wooyoung would have been honest, he stubbornly tells himself. That much he can trust on — right? Right? San’s frown deepens as he tries to look at you, his eyes shaky. You look so tired…

A cold void presses up against the inside of San’s ribcage, and he stiffens in sudden recognition, finally understanding what is happening to him.

No. Nonono. This can’t happen. Not right now. He can’t drop now. He has take care of you and Wooyoung first. You are his responsibility, not the other way around. It shouldn’t be the other way around. If he can’t even take care of his partners then—

“San? Are you okay?”

The question comes from far away. Again, he’s not sure who is asking it. San forces himself to smile. No, wait, he’s not smiling. Shit. Shit.

A beautiful soreness has settled in your body, lingering memories clinging to your muscles. You had a perfect view of the utter bliss stretched across Wooyoung’s face, tongue lolling out as San kept his head yanked back by the hair. Overwhelmed by San’s harsh pace and words, by fucking you while being fucked; yet always hungry for more, deliberately wiggling his ass when San told him to keep still, or shamelessly talking back at him.

You’re convinced that just the rough, haphazard thrusts of Wooyoung would have been enough to make you cum, more than enough when combined with the entrancing sight of him and San entangled; but it certainly didn’t hurt when San reached a hand around Wooyoung’s waist to thrum at your clit. He’d even smacked the oversensitive nub, with just enough force to send you straight into one of the most intense orgasms you’ve had in recent weeks.

You could happily stay submerged in those memories for hours to come, but the pleasant haze of the aftermath fades quickly when San massages your wrists — and you suddenly realise something is off.

He looks tired, which is not unusual after an intense session, but somehow it’s the wrong kind of tired. His eyes are unfocused, and although he’s taking perfect care of you, there is none of the usual warmth of his attentive glow. Like he is just going through the motions. San never just goes through the motions.

A dread sinks into your stomach as a grim suspicion flits through your mind.

“San? Are you okay?”

Wooyoung, who had been drinking some water, looks up before San even registers that you asked him something.

San’s brow furrows, the skin around his eyes tightening. He faintly shakes his head, and you can’t be sure if that’s meant to be an answer to your question or just an involuntary motion, but it’s an answer either way.

Your heart flinches.

“Woo?” you say, deliberately keeping your voice calm. San does not resist when you pull him into a back-hug, numbly letting himself get manoeuvred as you wrap your arms around him, holding him tightly against your chest. “I think San’s—”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says, already by your side with a bottled electrolyte drink and an energy bar. “Hey, Sannie,” he murmurs gently, brushing San’s hair off his forehead. “What’s wrong? Too much today?”

San swallows thickly, looking strangely small in your arms. Tension pours out of his body — but it’s too fast, like he is emptying himself of everything, deflating in your embrace until only a hollow shell is left. There’s an odd, glassy shine to his eyes as he looks from you to Wooyoung.

“Are— are you okay?” San manages to ask weakly. “Are you hurt? Did— did I—?”

His uncertain voice pierces your chest, deep and sharp.

“No, we’re not hurt.” You plant a firm kiss on his limp shoulder, tightening your hold on him. “We’re fine, Sannie,” you murmur past the sudden lump in your throat, pressing another kiss on the side of his head. “No one is hurt, you made us feel so good.”

San lets out a pained whine, like he tries to shrink away from the positive affirmation.

“Hey, hey, listen,” Wooyoung says, gentle but firm, tipping up San’s chin so their eyes meet. “San, it was exactly what I wanted out of this. Are you hearing me? You did nothing we didn’t want.”

He is adamant in his reassurance, aimed at San’s deepest insecurity with pin-point precision, and San manages to take a deep breath.

“I— I hear you,” he says, giving a shaky nod.

Relief floods through you when Wooyoung’s words achieve what yours could not; along with a small twinge of something more complicated. You don’t linger on that twinge, centering your attention on San instead.

You help San to drink a few sips of water, and Wooyoung tears open the energy bar’s wrapper, breaking off a few bite-sized pieces.

Wooyoung keeps up his steady stream of reassurances, while you decide to focus on grounding San through physical touch. Better to let Wooyoung handle the talking on this one, clearly. One of your arms is wrapped securely around San’s narrow waist, freeing up your other hand to gently caress over the slight trembles running through his body.

You’ve never seen San go through dom drop this hard, this fast. He’s had to shake off a light funk, and you do vividly remember the one time San came by your place a whole day afterwards, a belated response to the scene. He’d been clingy and despondent, wanting to hold you and be held; and you had done exactly that, much like you are holding him now.

Together, you and Wooyoung weave a bright, warm protective bubble around San, nursing the bruises of his fall. His deflated spirit is slowly replenished with your caring attentions, helped along by the energy bar and electrolytes. Soon there is only a crumpled wrapper and an empty bottle left, but you and Wooyoung are still there.

Still protecting him from himself.

Finally San settles into your hold, eyes fluttering shut with a sigh when your nails gently scrape over his scalp.

“That’s it, rest up,” Wooyoung says with a soft smile and an even softer shine in his eyes. “We got you. Feeling a little better?”

San nods sluggishly, exhaustion radiating from his every pore as he sinks a little deeper into you.

Wooyoung chuckles as he watches San curl up against you, and rubs an affectionate hand over San’s thigh. “But not back completely, are you? Hmm, what do you need?” He taps his bottom lip in thought, the question more to himself than to San; then an idea brightens up his eyes. “How about I make you some proper food, get something warm in that stomach? Sound good?”

San makes a vaguely ‘yes’-shaped noise, tiredly smiling up at Wooyoung.

“Alright, then I’ll handle that, okay Sannie? Just means I got to step into the kitchen for a minute, but you won’t be alone.” Wooyoung’s eyes flicker up to you, giving you a quick wink. “I am leaving you in very capable hands. Give you two a chance to chat, hm?”

Before you even get the chance to offer whipping up a meal instead (after all, Wooyoung is the resident expert at helping San through a drop, not you), Wooyoung is on his feet and pulling on some clothes.

“I’ll leave the door open, alright? Just give a shout if you need me, I’ll be back like that,” he says, snapping his fingers. Wooyoung leans in to give San a last kiss on the cheek, sweet with a tint of playfulness, then steps away out of the bedroom.

It’s just you and San now.

You take in a deep breath and then release it, squeezing your arms a little tighter around San. “Look at you, getting a home-made meal out of this. Lucky guy,” you try to joke, poking his cheek.

San’s shoulders shake lightly with a quiet laugh. “Seriously, the lengths I have to go to to get fed properly around here,” he sighs, looking up at you with an exaggerated pout. But San can’t hold on to the lighthearted moment, his pout fading into a pained wince. “Sorry about all this. Never meant to cause trouble.”

“San, don’t you dare apologise!” you gently scold him. “We look after each other around here. What’d you do if it was me or Wooyoung?”

“…I’d look after you.”

“Yeah you would. You always do,” you press on. “And you wouldn’t let us call it ‘trouble’ either.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” San sighs, admitting defeat. “No apologies.”

But knowing he doesn’t have to be sorry, and actually not feeling sorry, are two very different beasts — and it’s pretty clear which one San’s dealing with. Something sharp pinches in your chest as you remember what San stammered out in distress.

“Are you hurt? Did— did I—?”

Is that still on his mind? Does he really think he could ever…?

“San, do you even—”

The words catch in your throat as you catch San’s eyes. They’re no longer hollowed out, but there is a vast ocean of emotion behind them — and San is in safe waters for now, but all it takes is one dangerous wave for him to be pulled under again.

You won’t let him. You won’t.

“San,” you say again, your voice steadier this time. It’s disquieting, how a man with such wide shoulders can look so small. “I always feel so safe with you, you know that?”

He nods, smiling faintly. “I know,” he says, but there is not enough conviction behind it to your liking.

“And do you also know,” you say with an exaggerated sigh, wrapping your legs around San’s waist, “how nervous I was when we had that first negotiation, back when we started this whole thing? It was just you and me, and I still felt so fucking embarrassed about barging in on you and Woo. I was this close to skipping town and starting my whole life over in a new country.”

San can’t help a chuckle. (You’re taking it as a victory.) “Knew you were nervous. Didn’t know it was that bad.”

“Oh yeah, it was that bad for sure,” you laugh breathily, patting San’s chest. “Only thing holding me back was that I couldn’t decide on a new identity. So many options!”

“What, that was the only thing?” San asks, and gives you a cheeky side-eye despite his exhaustion.

“Eh, maybe there was this pair of hotties that had something to do with it too,” you tease, dramatically rolling your eyes at San before you go serious again. “But that’s not the point. The point is… all of those nerves were gone by the time I walked out the door. Because of you.”

There is nothing cheeky about San’s gaze this time.

“You made me feel so at ease, like I could trust you with anything,” you say quietly, ignoring the prickle behind your eyes when San leans his head against your shoulder, nuzzling into you. “Like I’d always be safe with you, no matter what — and you’ve proven me right every damn day since then.”

A serene hush follows as San quietly takes hold of your words. He no longer looks adrift in the ocean, pulled along by a new current that carries him safely ashore.

It’s a comfortable silence — until a light mrrp comes from the doorway, announcing Byeol’s arrival.

“Hey look, reinforcements are here,” you joke while Byeol pads over to the foot of the bed. For a moment you only see the swish of her dark tail, then she hops onto the bed, sheets lightly scrunching underfoot as she makes a direct line towards San. A cat on a mission.

You untangle your legs from San’s waist to give Byeol a comfy spot to lie down in. San smiles softly as the Thai cat circles a few times in his lap, bumping her head against your hand before she settles in. Contently, she kneads biscuits into San’s robe, and starts purring loudly when he gently scritches at her exposed, fluffy tummy.

You sit like that for a while; with San patting Byeol while you idly run your fingers through his hair, like a little braid train of affection. It’s quiet, comfortable, minutes passing by unhurried until the silence is finally broken by San.

“…I think I’m alright now,” he says, his smile steady, and a shimmer in his eyes that isn’t underlined with distress. “Thanks. For being here.”

“Anytime, Sannie,” you say, resting your forehead against his temple. “Whatever you need, we got you.”

“Damn right we do,” a sudden voice says from the door opening.

You blink in surprise when you see Wooyoung leaned against the frame, watching you and San. He is slightly obscured by shadows in the dimmed bedroom, but his smile shines through brightly; how long has he been standing there?

“I always feel so safe with you, you know that?”

Wooyoung hadn’t meant to listen in. He’d just sidled up to the bedroom with Byeol in his arms, thinking to provide San some extra company. Then he caught a wisp of conversation, and thought it’d be better to hang back for a minute.

‘Hanging back’ isn’t usually Wooyoung’s style — and neither is leaving San’s side after a dom drop. But today, it just seemed like the right move. For San, and for you.

After all, Wooyoung hadn’t missed how quiet you went after San dropped.

It’s not that you weren’t taking good care of San; Wooyoung also hadn’t missed how you held onto him so tight he couldn’t slip out of reach if he tried. Soothing touches to keep San grounded in the room so he could hear the words Wooyoung was saying to him.

But San needed words from you too.

Wooyoung still isn’t sure why you took a backseat and let him take the lead; maybe you were shaken by seeing San like this — or maybe you were worried about saying the wrong thing? Well, Wooyoung definitely hadn’t worried about that. You’d find the words to say.

Now he quietly listens in as the words come to you, just like he’d known, with a dismantling sincerity against which San’s darker thoughts don’t stand a damn chance.

“—and you’ve proven me right every damn day since then.”

Wooyoung grins, giving himself a mental pat on the back for making the right call. He lowers Byeol to the ground and ushers her into the bedroom, then decides to give you and San just a moment longer.

He heads back into the kitchen to grab the little bowl of food he whipped up. Nothing grand or fancy, just some stir-fried kimchi with leftover rice, a quick fried egg on top.

Then Wooyoung finally slips inside the bedroom. He pauses at what he sees inside.

Fuck, he wishes he was holding a camera.

Something about the homely sight of you and San cuddled up with Byeol just looks… right.

San pats the Byeol with a calm, pensive expression. If Wooyoung knows anything about San, his mind is still lingering on the freshly imbued assurance from you and Wooyoung; that you never feel anything but safe and cared for with him. Gently he prods at the bauble of knowledge in his head, to make sure it doesn’t slip out of his grasp again.

It won’t — your hold on him is too secure for that.

You are sweetly playing with San’s hair, the strength of your devotion plainly written all over your face in bold all-caps letters. Wooyoung knows your affection for them is not romantically inclined, but god it’s so obvious that you care. You care so deeply.

As for the nature of his own inclinations, Wooyoung tries to not examine those too closely. It’s not like ‘conformity’ has defined a lot of his past relationships anyway. As far as he’s concerned, it’s more important how he acts on his wants and feelings, than how he labels them. And watching you and San together? He can hardly complain about how the three of you are acting on things now.

An unbidden smile curves around his lips at the soft intimacy on display, his stomach clenching oddly.

(It’s not jealousy, he tells himself.)

(Well. Maybe a little bit of jealousy, he quickly amends. Wooyoung is never one to pretend he does not want to be wanted.)

“…I think I’m alright now,” San says, and Wooyoung doesn’t realise he’d been lost in a daze until the words shake him out of it. “Thanks. For being here.”

“Anytime, Sannie,” you assure him, and Wooyoung warms at your smile. “Whatever you need, we got you.”

Ah, that seems like just the right opening. “Damn right we do,” Wooyoung says with a grin. “Got you some food, San. Want to come out, or eat it here?”

San perks up when he sees the bowl of food, but has no desire to get out of the bed yet; so you and San free up space for Wooyoung to join you instead. (His flinch of jealousy relaxes at this proof of want.)

Byeol is the only one who makes complaints, miffed at being ignored by San over a hot meal. But she is easily mollified when Wooyoung lifts her from San’s lap into his own, where his attentions soon have her purring contently again.

San makes an appreciative noise as he digs into the simple meal, his face scrunching up with every mouthful of food. While he empties out the bowl, you and Wooyoung catch each others’ eyes, exchanging a satisfied nod. San is alright now.

After the food is gone, San decides to take a cold shower, just for good measure to snap himself fully out of it. Wooyoung takes this opportunity to change the sheets, so he and San get to sleep with fresh linen tonight. You watch him with Byeol in your arms, taking your turn as kitty-custodian very seriously.

“Not gonna help me out here?” Wooyoung asks, giving you a massive side-eye just to be dramatic.

“I’m busy!” you counter, slightly raising Byeol up. “Hey, um.”

“Um?”

“I want to stay over tonight. Sleep here. If that’s alright with you and San.”

Wooyoung blinks at you in surprise, but quickly breaks out in a wide smile. That was about the last thing he expected you to say. “Yeah, of course!”

And so San and Wooyoung happily welcomed you into their bed — and not for a tumble between the sheets, for once.

It’s been a while since you last slept in the same bed with someone, let alone two someone’s, one of whom had pulled you into his firm chest, arms wrapped around you. (Bare arms. You had picked up some sleep clothes from home and Wooyoung has a comfy flannel pyjama set, but San apparently can’t sleep unless he’s wearing nothing but a pair of fitted boxers.)

You weren’t shocked to discover that San is a cuddler in bed; he’s prone to clinginess during the day, why would it be any different at night?

Tragically, the men’s company did not by some strange magic make this the best sleep you’ve had in years. As familiar as San’s bedroom is to you, as familiar as you are with the feel and scent of his and Wooyoung’s presence, you’re so unused to sharing your bedspace that instead of falling sound asleep, you drift in-and-out of a restless slumber.

No, you aren’t exactly convinced to make a regular habit out of this ‘staying overnight’ thing, but… for now? You really don’t care about any of that.

You’re not sure when you made the decision to sleep over; maybe it was two seconds before telling Wooyoung, maybe two seconds after you realised San was in trouble. You just know you want to be right next to San in the morning, so you can see with your own eyes if he is okay or if he needs anything. Your protective instinct is too strong to be thwarted by some mild discomfort.

The night passes, and finally you drift back into full consciousness with a faint beam of sunlight shining through a narrow slit in San’s blackout curtains. Shaking off your slumber, you faintly register that your face is pressed against two comfortable, firm pillows.

Ah wait. No. Not pillows.

San’s chest.

Well, same difference, really.

Somehow you’re more deeply entangled than you started out the night; San clings tightly onto you with a leg slung over your waist, and you can feel Wooyoung’s arms snaked around him in turn. There is a light pout on San’s face and he snores softly, his breath falling against the top of your head — which could have been endearing, if your mind hadn’t just cleared up enough to identify an out-of-place hardness pressed against your stomach.

Oh.

You hadn’t thought this far ahead, last night, but… yeah, makes sense.

Groggily you try to slip out of San’s arms without waking him, but you freeze up when he shifts and babbles something incoherent. His hold tightens on pure instinct; San is still knocked out in deep sleep.

For a moment you are caught in indecision, unsure what to do.

You’ve grown comfortable in your routines in this dynamic, but this lies outside those usual patterns. An old unease cranes its neck up at the break in routine; the worry that you trespassing on their relationship in a space that is not for you — but you firmly slap back those out-dated insecurities.

The reason why you’ve never been in this situation before is because of your boundaries, not theirs.

“Hey, are you getting up already?” a hoarse voice whispers from behind San when you shift to try and find a position where his dick doesn’t poke you right in the stomach. Wooyoung lifts his head, bleary dark eyes peeking up from above San’s slumbering figure. “We can sleep in, there’s no rush.”

“Not in a rush,” you whisper back. “San is just— um—”

“Ah.”

Judging by Wooyoung’s quick understanding, this must be a pretty common situation. His hand wanders down to brush over the crotch of San’s boxers, who sighs a moan even at the faint contact.

(The moan makes a compelling argument on why you might stay overnight more often after all.)

“So… the way I see it, we got two options,” Wooyoung murmurs, his voice thick with leftover sleep. “Either we rescue you from mister cuddle-monster’s grapple, or… we could wake Sannie up, see if he wants any help with that.”

His hand rests on San’s lower abdomen, not moving while he waits for your response.

You bite your lip, definitely not averse to lending San a hand, so to speak. “He’d be okay with that? With me too?”

“Only one way to find out,” Wooyoung says, giving you a languid grin, “but… let’s just say I have it on good authority that San will probably be more than okay.”

“‘Good authority’, huh?” you say, and a faint heat creeps under your skin at the implication they talked about this very scenario, about you. By now you’d think that they lost some of their ability to fluster you, but no, you don’t think you’ll ever build up a full immunity to the impact of San and Wooyoung. (You can’t really bring yourself to mind.) “Then… yeah.”

Wooyoung presses a kiss on the solid muscles of San’s shoulder, waking him with a few gentle nips of teeth.

“Nmhn, ‘Youngie?” San’s eyes flutter open, groggy and disoriented, but his confusion melts into a soft smile when he realises who he’s holding in his arms. “Hey. Good morning.”

“Good morning yourself,” you whisper. Even with everyone awake, somehow it still feels wrong to raise your voice too high in the darkened bedroom, with the faint chirrups of birds outside. “How’re you doing?”

San lets out a tired groan, shifting to stretch some of the sleep out of his body. But it’s not an unhappy groan, a distinctly feline curve to the edges of his smile. He turns his head to nuzzle at Wooyoung, while simultaneously pulling you back closer into him.

You can see the exact moment on San’s face where he wakes up enough to realise he’s pulled you right back against his half-hard boner.

“Shit, sorry—” he begins to stammer, but you gently shush him, pressing a finger to his lips.

“It’s okay, Sannie,” you assure him. “Seriously, it’s fine.”

(There is something weirdly adorable about a guy being so self-conscious about his morning wood when he’s had his dick inside your body’s horny trinity of holes more times than you care to count.)

“Actually,” Wooyoung chimes in, planting another kiss on San’s shoulder, “we were thinking…” His lips trail up San’s neck. “…how about we take care of that for you, hm?”

San draws in a shaky breath as Wooyoung palms his cock, putting light pressure on the crotch of his boxers. “Y-you already took care of me yesterday,” he protests, weakly. “You don’t have to—”

“We want to, San,” you say. “This isn’t out of obligation or anything.” You press a gentle kiss on his chest, then glance up to him. “So… what do you want?”

He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the dim light. “Yeah,” San says quietly. “Want to be taken care of.”

That’s all Wooyoung needs to hear.

San lets out a shuddery sigh, mouth falling slack as Wooyoung starts moving his hand with slow, languid strokes.

For a moment you just watch them, savouring the sight of San, the biggest people pleaser you know, being pleased by Wooyoung. You always cherish these times, when the roles reverse and San lets himself go, lets go of responsibility and control. Reciprocating the trust you and Wooyoung always put in him.

“How’s that, Sannie?” Wooyoung asks, and there is also something equally worth savouring about the sight of him like this, doting and attentive to the person who so often attends to his every need. Wooyoung is greedy in bed, never shy about his many wants — but he is equally generous, giving all of himself to his partners.

“Hm, ‘s good…” San mumbles, wiggling lazily into Wooyoung’s chest.

You can’t keep your eyes off them, completely entranced by how San’s breaths slowly get heavier, soft moans blending into his exhales. His head lolls back against Wooyoung’s shoulder with a whine, exposing the tantalising column of his neck to you.

The magnetic pull of San’s bared throat is too strong to resist, the scattering of freckles there begging to be kissed.

San shudders as your lips gently press against the prominent mole just under his jaw. You take great care to lavish every speck on his star-clustered skin with attention, where you can feel his moans reverberate against your mouth.

Everything starts to melt together in the morning daze, bodies half-covered under the sheets as San rolls his hips into Wooyoung’s hand, gasping when you suck another kiss into his freckled neck. He holds your onto waist, more to steady himself than anything else, but his fingers dig in a little harder when you slowly move down to his chest.

San’s whines grow louder as your teeth graze against his nipple, flicking it with small kitten licks until you start to suck in earnest. His firm tits provide you with generous handfuls of meaty muscle, tensing under your palms as your hands squeeze at him.

Sometimes you’d almost forget just how incredibly sensitive San is, a fact often obscured by his complete control in the bedroom. Even the lightest touches are capable of driving him up the wall, and soon he’s writhing between you and Wooyoung, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

“Such a good boy you are for us,” Wooyoung coos at San, teasing him with a good-natured grin. “Want me to edge you? Would you like that, Sannie?”

San turns his head to look at Wooyoung; there’s a wet gleam in his eyes, but he nods eagerly. “Want it, yeah.”

Wooyoung lifts his hand up to his mouth, doing his best to be covert as he spits into his palm, like he does not want to disturb the softness of the moment with something as crude as a little extra lubrication. He then reaches back under the covers — where San sucks in a sharp breath as Wooyoung slides his hand underneath the waistband of San’s boxers.

San groans, unable to stay still with two pairs of hands roaming over his body, and two mouths exploring just as eagerly. Wooyoung has replaced your lips on San’s neck, mouthing at a reddened mark you left earlier, while you suck a wet trail between his pecs.

San mewls when you thumb at his nipples, giving them a light pinch. His body jerks, but there is still a clear purpose to the way he shifts one leg forward, pressing his thigh against your clothed crotch.

It’s an unmistakable invitation, one that you are keen to accept.

You slowly start to grind on San’s thick thigh, the double fabric layer of your panties and sleep shorts dragging against your clit. It’s little more but a light burn, not enough to get you off, but you appreciate it all the same.

“So sweet, our Sannie,” you giggle. (For real, the biggest people pleaser you know.) “We are supposed to take care of you, remember?”

He whines in protest, pressing his thigh harder into your cunt while simultaneously pushing his ass back against Wooyoung. Another obvious invitation.

“Aw, he just can’t help himself, can you San?” Wooyoung rasps with a wicked smile. “He likes to pretend he’s a big ol’ meanie, but he just doesn’t know what to do with himself if he’s not making us feel good.”

San whines again, in agreement this time, squirming between you and Wooyoung.

“Already making me feel so good,” you sigh, softly kissing San’s flushed sternum. “Just feel that, all from getting to take care of you.”

You pry his hand from your waist, pushing it down your shorts and panties to let him swipe at the wetness clinging to your folds. He groans throatily and immediately tries to hone in on your clit — but you tsk and yank him back.

“Nuh-uh, Sannie,” you chide him gently. “That’s not how things work today. Just be here with us, that’s all we need you to do.”

“Th-then— wanna feel— ngh p-please, wanna—” San’s voice is choked up, his touch clumsy as he hooks his thumb underneath the waistbands of your clothes and tries to tug them down. “F-fuck, please—”

His desperation sears hotly through you, refusing to be denied. You shimmy out of your clothes and kick them off, now naked from the bottom down. The motion drags the covers further downward — and now you can actually see the obscene bulge in San’s boxers as Wooyoung jerks him off, the outline of his fist moving at a steady pace.

San’s breath hitches with every stroke, his eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Still babbling pleas at you, his hands kneading at your sides as he shoves his thigh back between yours. He glances at Wooyoung too, arching his back in a not-subtle reminder of what he needs.

“Shh, don’t move, Sannie,” you shush him, running a hand through his mussed up hair. “Just let us use you, that’s all you have to do.”

“Do it, please, do it, hmgh, wanna feel you make a mess on me, wanna be good…” A thick tear escapes San’s lashes, streaking down his puffy cheek.

“Aw, so polite for such a dirty boy,” Wooyoung teases fondly. There is nothing but pure adoration in his eyes as he lightly rolls his hips forward. “Asking us so nicely to cum all over you. Who could ever say no to that, hm?”

You certainly couldn’t. And so you lift your leg just enough for San’s thigh to slide neatly in-between, allowing him to feel the wet heat of your cunt right against the beefy muscle.

San bites his lip to try (and fail) to stifle a high-pitched whine as your arousal smears over him with every drag of your hips. He groans petulantly when Wooyoung stops stroking him, but it’s only so Wooyoung can take off his own pyjama pants, and tugs down San’s boxers just enough for his cock to smack wetly against his stomach.

Then Wooyoung’s fingers are wrapped around San’s thick length again and his eyes flutter shut, face contorting in pleasure as he struggles to keep still between the two bodies rutting against him. Wooyoung breathes heavily, moving his hand faster as he grinds into San’s backside.

“That’s it, Sannie, just a little more,” Wooyoung says, his voice tightly wound. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

“Mhm, y-yeah.” San is rapidly losing his restraint, his trimmed nails digging into the soft flesh of your waist, fingers slotted over your stretch marks. Whiny moans stumble off his lips in freefall, his thigh clenching under your clit as heady arousal fills the early morning air.

Earlier, you didn’t think you were going to cum. You’re not even really trying now, despite San’s request; too focused on your worship of his body. Languidly, you rub your clit against his flexing muscle, so distracted by teasing his nipples and sucking at the swell of his cleavage that you fail to realise how close you are getting yourself. The coiling pressure creeps up on you — but like a gear locking into place, you stumble on just the right angle and you’re so drunk on pleasing San and he’s whimpering and heat lances through your cunt and oh god—

Right as you are tipping over, Wooyoung takes his hand off San’s cock, denying him the very rush that is flooding your senses. You spasm against San, his choked up sob feeding into your pleasure as fresh slick leaks onto his leg. The slide against his glistening thigh is so easy by now, and you breathlessly ride out your high in the company of San’s snivelled whines.

“Where do you want me, Sannie?” Wooyoung asks with hard, raspy gasps, not far off from his own release. “Here? On your tits? Mouth?”

San makes a strangled noise, shaking his head like he’s embarrassed to say it out loud, but eventually stammers, “T-tits.”

Immediately, Wooyoung pushes San onto his back and straddles his thighs — one glossy with your slick. A thin, bright beam of sunlight falls right across San’s face and chest, highlighting the beautiful flush of skin, beads of sweat gathering on his brow and sternum. There are tear-streaks on his face, and a wet smear on his stomach where the tip of his cock rests, oozing pre-cum.

With Wooyoung snugly sitting in his lap, letting out rapid, pitched breaths as he jerks himself off with purposeful strokes, San’s instincts to be helpful bubble up again. He reaches to touch Wooyoung — but you quickly intervene, pinning San’s wrists above his head. It’s startlingly effective; San instantly goes lax under your hold. He melts into the bed with a shuddered breath, like the thought of pushing back does not even occur to him.

(A good thing, because there’s no doubt on your mind that San could easily break free. Eyeing the width of his biceps, you swear he must’ve been spending more time at the gym lately.)

“Keep those hands right where they are, mister,” you order playfully, grinning at San. “No touching.”

San sulks at you, but the gleam in his eyes gives him away. He’s clearly eating this whole thing up; half turned on and half amused by how you and Wooyoung have taken control. “Fine,” he pouts cutely. “I’ll behave.”

“Good boy,” you purr, immediately testing San’s obedience by releasing his wrists to wrap your hand around his cock. San hisses in sensitivity as you tease your thumb at the leaking slit, but he stays in place as ordered.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Wooyoung groans, drawing your attention back to him.

Like you, Wooyoung is only naked from the waist down. It looks a little silly, a little cute; domesticity dripping off him with his flannel pyjama top and sleep-mussed hair — all while he works himself up to a quick orgasm with the lewd squelches of his fist pumping his dick. Wooyoung bites his lip as he stares down at San, lying utterly pliant beneath him and just taking what you’re willing to give.

And what you give, is enough to get San whiny and squirming again, fighting not to buck into your hand; but not enough to let him cum before Wooyoung does.

Thankfully for him, Wooyoung does not need much longer.

Wooyoung leans forward, steadying himself with a hand on San’s hip. His breath comes out in sharp gasps, dark eyes transfixed on San’s heaving chest and the light bruises you’ve left scattered all over him. “S-so fucking good for us, Sannie,” he moans, a crack in his voice. “Ah, ‘m gonna— ah, fuck, ahh—”

His hips stutter as he grunts, nails digging into San’s waist to keep himself from doubling over as he shoots messy ropes of cum over San’s chest. Some reaching all the way up his neck, adding their white glisten to San’s flushed, sweaty skin. He hisses a curse that transforms into a low moan when you eagerly lap up a rivulet between his pecs, then follow a trail to his nipple.

Wooyoung pants heavily, his dark hair sticking to his face as he catches his breath. “Shit, you two…” he groans, watching how you leisurely mouth at San’s fevered skin, your hand still keeping a steady pace. “How about it, baby, shall we let Sannie have his turn now?”

San bites down a whimper, his back arching as his fingers dig into the mattress.

You hum in agreement and move your hand a little quicker. In contrast, you slowly work your way up San’s neck, pressing a few light kisses up his chin until you reach the corner of his mouth.

San knows exactly what you are offering him — and he greedily accepts, tilting his head to meet your lips full-on. He groans as you suck his tongue into your mouth, sharing his seed between you. The combination of cum and faint morning breath is not the most pleasant, but kissing San is always sweet regardless of taste.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung lends a helping hand (or rather, a mouth) by sliding down the bed and wrap his lips around San’s cockhead. He works his jaw with thick sweeps of his tongue, just tending to the tip while you handle the rest of San’s thick length.

You consume his every muffled curse, every strangled whine, until San is trembling, so lost in pleasure he no longer has the presence of mind to respond to your kiss. You suckle on his bottom lip and reach your hand further down to cup San’s balls and squeeze gently, unable to help a moan of your own when San lets out a broken sob at the touch.

“W-Woo— Wooyoung— I-I— Fuck—”

San tries to warn him — which Wooyoung only takes as an invitation to sink further down on his cock, throat bobbing as he swallows greedily.

Together you ease San through it, hands rubbing over his shivering body as he whines and convulses, bucking up into Wooyoung’s mouth, until all tension melts away. San relaxes into the bed, rendered boneless as he catches his breath. There is a dopey, tired smile on San’s face, and finally he reaches for you and Wooyoung, pulling you into his broad chest as he slowly recovers, perfectly content.

This time, it’s you who is changing the sheets.

“So, how was it? Sleeping over?” San asks when he walks back into the bedroom after freshening up. He looks none the worse for wear after yesterday’s ordeal, a renewed lightness to his shoulders as he towels off his damp hair.

You chuckle sheepishly. “Honestly? The sleeping part was kind of terrible,” you admit. “Nothing personal! Just not great with sharing blankets. But the waking up… Yeah, the waking up part was pretty damn amazing. And that is personal.”

“Knew it. You hear that Sannie? She’s only using us for sex,” Wooyoung jokes, pinching your side as he walks past behind you to grab his phone from the nightstand.

“Don’t think so lowly of yourself, Woo,” you huff. “I also use you for your cooking.”

“What about me?” San asks, giving you a playful pout. “Just sex then?”

You finish yanking off the sheets and gather it together into a bundle, then stand up straight, tapping your lip in thought. “Hmm…” you say, giving San a scrutinising look-over. “Hugs. You give good hugs.”

San brightens like the sun breaking through cloudcover, delighted at your ‘use’ for him. He immediately ambushes you from behind, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he rubs his chin against your shoulder.

“Aish! Seriously?” Wooyoung complaints, and you yelp when he pinches your side a little harder this time around.

“You started it, you idiot,” you laugh, gently untangling yourself from San. You hand him the bundle of sheets, dirtied with sweat and slick, and grab a fresh set.

San sulks at the bed linen in his arms. “Can’t believe we had to change to change sheets again,” he grouses. “I have so much more laundry with you two around, it’s ridiculous.”

Wooyoung just snorts. “What are you talking about? Don’t try to put this on us, you’re the one who doesn’t believe in laying down a towel.”

“Don’t like the feel of them,” San mumbles through pursed lips. “Besides, those dang things always seem to shift out of place at the worst moment anyway. What’s the point, except even more laundry?”

You shake your head at his complaints, but it’s pure affection. Meanwhile, Wooyoung sidles up behind San and takes his turn hugging him. “I could help out more, you know. Move in, share the load. The laundry load.”

San blinks in surprise, turning his head to look at Wooyoung, while you look up curiously, pausing your task of wrangling sheets around the corner of the mattress. Is Wooyoung serious, or is this just his usual messing around?

But judging by his calm expression, Wooyoung is one hundred percent serious. He sways back and forth on the balls of his feet, rocking San in his hug — but his eyes are completely focused, watching for San’s reaction.

“I mean… you practically live here already,” San says, reaching back his arms to hold onto Wooyoung’s hips, steady him a little. “We’d just be making it official, right?”

“Yeah! That’s what I wanna do, make it official,” Wooyoung says, then catches you off-guard by turning to you. “How about it? How do you feel about getting me as your official neighbour?”

You let out an abashed laugh, already self-conscious to be in the room for this conversation between them, let alone involved. “Why are you asking me? I’m not the one you’re moving in with!”

Wooyoung shrugs. “Just felt right to check in,” he says, so matter-of-factly that the lump of awkwardness in your chest softens. He’s not treating your input on the matter like a laugh; and for a moment, you find yourself at a loss for how to respond. To be considered in a big life choice like this — a relationship choice — is not something that’s ever happened to you before.

A jumble of feelings bounces around in your chest; but they’re led at the helm by happiness, and a wide, giddy smile has curved around your lips before you even realise it’s happening.

Warmth bursts through your veins as you nod at San and Wooyoung, who’re both smiling back at you. “Yeah,” you say, feeling oddly shy. “I’d love to have you here, officially. Welcome home, Woo.”

[onepieceshifters]

having sanji as a boyfriend <3

whew this one might get a little personal since i’m writing from experience ‘,:D but i hope you guys enjoy! - remy

sanji x gn reader, caps, slight swearing

- “Y/N SWANNN~ I BROUGHT YOU A SNACK!~”

- this man loves to dote on you, to be in your presence, to remind you with every word that comes out of his mouth just how lucky he is to be in love with someone as beautiful and amazing as you. he’s constantly reassuring you that you mean the world and the stars above to him. i swear, he’s the type of disgusting romantic to say he told the moon about you.

- other then sickeningly sweet saccharine words, he also loves quality time and simply existing within your gravitational pull. please please sit in the kitchen while he cooks and tell him about whatever you’re working on or thinking about. he can listen to you ramble for hours about your interests, with the occasional interjections and expressions of interest.

- “ohh, that sounds fascinating.” “*gasp* what?!” “oh? why’s that?” pls shsjhdsj he’s so nice

- he’ll randomly remind you that he loves you, even in the most casual situations. i know i said it before but he’s always being so grossly romantic. you could be casually exploring a new island together, or spending time with the crew, and he smiles with a cheeky “i love you, name.” i SWEAR HSHSDJLFD 

- he also loves physical touch. will wrap his arm around your waist, surprise you with a hug, give you the sappiest kisses, pls

- i swear he’s gonna hype you up for everything. you’re trying a new hobby? you got this, you’re a natural learner! you’ve just finished a battle with the strawhats? woah, you did so good, you looked so badass, hey, was that a new move you used?! awesome! you should show me it!

- he loves acts of service and will do basically anything you request as long as it’s reasonable. as a good boyfriend, it’s his duty to show interest in whatever you do!! besides, he genuinely loves to see you in your element. no matter what you do, whether it’s art or science experiments, he’ll be there to assist you whenever you need.

- while he’s mostly a goofy sappy motherfucker, he can also be serious, so don’t be hesitant to bring up a serious subject. he does have tact and knows there’s a time and place for being a silly sap. he’ll totally drop the simpy front and listen to your problems, reassuring you and offering advice where it’s wanted.

- also, depending on the type of relationship you share with him, he won’t hesitate to tease you if you tease him 😭of course he’d have to be comfortable but once you’ve teased him for being a simp enough he will gladly return the favor

- (u think i’m joking but no one time this man had the AUDACITY to comment on my terrible cooking skills smh 😭 and he asked if bad cooking ran in my family LIKE ?!)

- of course all the teasing is light hearted and actually one of his ways of showing how close you two are?! also seen in his random anecdotes following the antics of the baratie, him complaining about people who piss him off, and basically… him doing anything ungentlemanly around you.

- pls if he tells you about the rock and zeff (or any of his childhood) you know yr stuck with him forever 🙄

- also expect him to memorize your favorite meals. or basically anything you mention in passing. i swear, you could complain about your knee hurting, and he would be like “oh? could it be related to the time when you were seven and tripped on a branch and fell and chipped your knee cap?” HOW DO YOU REMEMBER THAT SIR,

- but please invest some time in your diligent boyfriend as well. as much as he tries to redirect all of his love to you, he needs some for himself, too. always remind him how much you love him and how important he is. pls i know we all know this but sanji is an insecure FOOL. hug him, compliment him, spend time with him, tell him you love him, show your love in whatever way possible. remind him how important he is to you and the strawhats. tell him he’s a great cook, he’s such a sweet partner, he means the world to you. remind him he matters.

- (guys i swear this was supposed to be headcanons how did it become a LOVE LETTER)

- and chances are he won’t tell you about his childhood unless you tell him about yours first, and even then, he’d probably be uncomfortable sharing. so if he does please please pls support him full heartedly. 

- ok if i keep writing this is gonna turn into an essay thx bye

- 🐀

[gallys-wife]

Hun if you could do like nsfw hcs like what their like in bed and/or what their kinks are that would be great✨also you're amazing✨✨✨✨✨

What The Maze Runner Characters are Like In Bed

First and foremost: No, You're amazing!! Secondly, I did just a sort of broad "What they're like in bed" one but I will also do their kinks, in a seperate post. Just to keep this from becoming too long because I do so many characters.

Warning: Sexual references, sexual themes, no explicit smut

Alby

Definitely cares about your pleasure above his own and always takes care of you first before himself. Eats you out like a champ.

Is slow and thorough and would worship your body, specifically anything you’ve admitted to being insecure about/he’s noticed you’re insecure about.

Aris

He is incredibly enthusiastic about every aspect of your sex life. He is always ready to try new things, and eager to figure out what you like best.

When he’s feeling playful he’s a little cheesy and uses dirty pick up lines to let you know he’s in the mood, but when he’s feeling more serious or you guys haven’t had the opportunity to do anything in a while he’ll full on start teasing you in public like brushing his fingers up your thigh or against your ass.

Ben

Ben is a hopeless romantic and would love the stereotype of having your first time being special with rose petals and silk sheets and candles, but obviously in the glade that’s not really feasible so let’s just close our eyes and pretend.

Gets embarrassed very easily when thinking about anything outside the box and will blush like a sinner in church. Eager to try anything you want to but gets kind of nervous the more adventurous they get. Refuses to try anything that could hurt you and it takes a lot of convincing for him to try anything like choking.

Brenda

Very kinky. Like the queen of kinks. And 100% a switch but dom leaning, if that makes sense. Very adventurous and always trying new things.

Doesn’t have many boundaries, and keeping it to the bedroom is a conservative idea to her. Will tease you in public, like full on getting you off with her hand under the table, or pulling you around the corner of a building to make out with you.

Clint

Very gentle and loves to take his time. Not really that vocal, and any sounds you make will make him blush but he loves them. He uses the noises you make to let him know what you like best.

Has to build up a lot of courage to let you know he’s interested but the more he does it the easier it is for him and he slowly becomes more and more shameless about it.

Frypan

Frypan has a very high sex drive. Any time you’re interested, he’s interested and he can last for a surprising amount of time.

Makes jokes during sex, but only in the begining when things are still a little playful. After that he gets a little more serious and then he’s down to business, doing his best to make sure you both get thoroughly satisfied.

Always makes sure you guys don’t have anything planned after sex because you will be too tired to do anything.

Gally

Sort of intense and serious in the moment but that just means he’s passionate. Very passionate.

He has a lot of stamina but not like ‘multiple rounds’ stamina, instead ‘one round lasts over an hour’ stamina. This is because he’s a builder and is in pretty good shape.

Because he’s so strong he has a habit of manhandling you whenever he wants something. Picking you up and laying you on the bed, positioning you far too easily right in the middle of sex so he can get a better angle, holding your hips down while he eats you out so you’re not squirming so much.

Harriet

100% A top all the time. Full fem!dom style, but in a different way then Brenda. Brenda gives me ‘latex suit and heels to step on you with’ dom whereas Harriet gives me ‘holding you by your hair while she pegs your ass doggy style’ vibes.

Will pointingly leave marks on you to let other people know you belong to her.

She’s also shameless about sex and will make innuendos in front of anyone.

Jeff

This is surprisingly good with his hands, and that’s really all he needs to get you off, tease you, or absolutely drive you mad.

He loves to see you riding him, not only because he’s a switch leaning towards a bottom and loves to see you on top of him and completely in control while he’s fucking you but also because he loves that he gets to see very inch of you.

Minho

Hate to say this but his pleasure is definitely more important to him than yours is though I don’t think he realizes that.

Amazing with his mouth, though. That man is very very talented with his mouth, his confidence had to come from somewhere.

Very confident in bed and this comes out by him being very dominant. He is always in control and not in a conscious way but in the ‘I want to do this so I’m going to do this and you’re not gonna stop me’ way.

Newt

A very thoughtful lover. Will spend hours upon hours just figuring out what you love best/where all your sweet spots are.

Will use these sweetspots against you to get you to do things he says outside of sex. He also uses them to tease you in public/get you horny.

Loves a vocal lover. Those are his favorite, every sound you make is like music to his ears and he will make it a little challenge with himself to see how loud he can get you. But on the same side of the coin he loves when you have to try and be quiet cause it just accentuates how much he affects you, watching you choke down moans and whimpers.

Teresa

She’s sort of scientific about it, not to be stereotypical but she definitely read some sort of medical book first to figure out all of the erogenous zones.

Likes to mark you up but in a subtle way, like under your clothes and out of sight, just for her to see as a reminder of your guys’ past times together.

Will ride your face while praising you. It just makes sense.

Thomas

His favorite time to have sex is early in the morning, when you guys are both still half awake and it’s all lazy and slow and you guys just take your time and appreciate it.

As we know he loves to do crazy shit without thinking of the consequences, so he most definitely is adventurous in bed. The second he discovered bondage, ofr yourself or for him, he fell in love. That is definitely his biggest kink.

Sonya

Very sweet and caring lover. Takes care of you thoroughly before taking care of herself, but isn’t completely selfless because the second you’re satisfied she is taking what she wants.

Teases you verbally the entire time, and despite being a sweet and caring lover she is absolutely into degrading her partner. She also loves to tease you in public, leaning over to whisper in your ear what she wants to do to you/have done to her later.

Winston

Loves foreplay. He could make out with you and grope like teenagers for hours before sex, he literally never gets tired of it.

So good with his mouth. Like surprisingly good with his mouth. Takes you apart in moments good with his mouth.

Very rough during actual sex and he feels sort of bad about it at first and tries to be gentler, especially if you bruise easily, but the minute you give him the go ahead it’s like unleashing an entirely new person.

[writer-in-theory]

only a minor kidnapping (spencer reid x reader)

Summary: Reader needs a fiancé to spend the holidays with her family. Luckily, the cute stranger at the coffee shop seems gullible enough to lure to their winter cabin.

Category: Fluff, bits of angst in there

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Christmas, Lowkey kidnapping, Insecurity, Family issues (ie, living up to their expectations, some judgment)

Word Count: 9.3k

A/N: This is very loosely based on the movie Holiday in Handcuffs, which is so problematic and hilarious if you’ve never seen it I highly recommend it. I did end up cutting quite a few scenes from this because it was very long, so I might end up posting them separately later we’ll see. Also, I just want to say thanks to @imagining-in-the-margins because this fic would've never gotten written without all of her amazing plotting and motivation 💜

Masterlist

Holiday Masterlist

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Life doesn’t always go the way you expect it, but sometimes it does exactly that.

You can’t even be surprised when the day you’re meant to leave for vacation comes around and you’re still woefully single. Any other time of year, and you’d cheer at the blissful lack of romantic responsibility. It was the day after Christmas, however, and single people all over the world would understand your frustration at your lacking romantic endeavors.

“You could just not go,” Chelsea suggests, not even looking at you as she got to work making the next coffee on the list of orders. The shop was surprisingly busy for the day after Christmas—still full of students studying who-knows-what and irritating couples fake laughing at their partners’ jokes.

“Seriously? My mother would drag me by my hair all the way to Vermont if I told her I wasn’t coming.” Unfortunately, you weren’t one hundred percent certain it was an exaggeration. “We all drop everything and spend a week together at this cabin, Chels. I have to go.”

“Will it really be that bad without a date? You’ve gone alone every other time.”

“Yeah, but I’m officially closer to thirty than I am twenty. They already call me their late-bloomer, I don’t want to give them any more ammo.”

“It can’t be that bad,” your best friend and coworker laughed, waving her hand to alert you to the customer who was just beginning to walk into the shop.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. We’re gonna spend the whole first night talking about how amazing Nick is, and the rest of the week will be spent reliving my Dad’s glory days on Quantum Oasis.”

“Your dad was on that show?” The new voice caused you to turn your head, and almost immediately a smile was pulling on your face. Dr. Spencer Reid was standing in front of you, cheeks still tinged pink from the cold and hands stuck deep in his coat pockets. The man came into the shop nearly every day—at first only on his workdays, but now showing up on his days off to read at his favorite table in the corner. At first, he’d gotten your attention because he always tipped the baristas well, and now your brief conversations were enough to make your days.

“Kind of. He was the screenwriter,” you admitted, already punching in his order. For weeks he hadn’t had to say it aloud, the creature of habit he was.

That seemed to be the exact right thing to say. Spencer’s eyes widened comically, lips parting in the ghost of a shocked smile. “Your dad is Archie L/N? No way! I was supposed to meet him in college but the guest lecture got canceled last second.”

Looking back, there was no explanation for what came from your mouth next. One second you were thinking about how Spencer Reid couldn’t get any more perfect, and then your mind was considering what it would be like to bring a guy like him home to rub in your parents’ faces. Then, suddenly you were giving him a conspiratorial look and asking, “Would you want to meet him?”

“I-I mean, is he here?” Spencer asked, nervously glancing around the coffee shop but clearly not finding the other man.

“Well, no. This time of year he’s at our family’s old cabin in Vermont,” you explained, heart beginning to race at the beginnings of disappointment on Spencer’s face, “but, he’s turned that cabin into a private museum of sorts, for the show. It’s only open to family friends and celebrities and stuff, but I bet he’d make an exception if I brought you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I’m heading up there today after I get off work in a couple hours. You’re totally welcome to ride along. I’ll be staying for a week, so if you want to go I’d pack for that long.”

“I’d love to go,” Spencer told you.

“Really?” A lightness filled your chest, even as Chelsea was standing there giving you an incredulous look. “Then I’ll meet you here in a couple hours? Coffee’s on me today.”

And as Spencer soon left, Chelsea immediately began laughing. “Oh girl, you’re so fucked.”

“What do you mean?”

It couldn’t be that bad. Sure, Spencer would eventually find out that the cabin wasn’t exactly a museum, and eventually you’d have to broach the topic of pretending to be your partner for a week, but surely he’d understand once you explained?

“You’re about to drag that man out into the middle of the woods for a week with your family. Does that sound fun to you?”

And well, no, not when she put it that way. “Well, we actually do have some really cool props leftover from the show.”

“Yeah, that’ll make up for kidnapping him.”

“It’s not kidnapping! He’s getting in the car willingly.”

“Whatever you say, Y/N. Good luck this week.”

Sure enough, after your shift was over, Spencer was dutifully waiting just outside the shop with his typical brown bag and a duffel. Though you hadn’t spent much prolonged time with the man before, it was an enjoyable road trip. The two of you talked through most of the eight hours, discussing anything from the show your dad had written to the best way to eat an orange—”No, Spencer, cutting it into wedges is so much work!”

Eventually, the car turned off the highway, and the scene melted into a familiar one that filled you with both apprehension and nostalgia. There was already a lot of snow blanketing everything in sight, and there was more on the way that evening. The sun was beginning to set, bathing the area in beautiful oranges and pinks. The cabin came into view, a small thing that was the only sign of civilization in sight.

As you pulled up the drive, the man beside you began to shift. “That doesn’t look like a museum.”

“Sure it is,” you shrugged, glancing at him briefly before parking the car, “it’s private, so all the info’s online.”

“There’s not even a sign,” Spencer protested, turned in his seat so his back was pressed up against the car door.

“We keep it lowkey on purpose, to avoid people finding it.”

“That’s not a museum.”

“Okay, so maybe not technically,” you sighed, “but I wasn’t lying about all the props and stuff. There really are some cool things inside.”

“Y/N, where are we?”

“My family’s winter cabin?” And at that, Spencer seemed panicked. His head turned so he could survey the area, likely searching for proper escape routes. As he began getting out of the car, you followed, hurrying over to stand in front of him. “Look, wait, please. All you have to do is hang out a little with my family and you’ll have full access to all the old scripts and props. I’m sure you can even take a couple if you want.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Oh yeah, and if for some wild reason someone happens to call you my fiancé, just go with it?”

Spencer stood in front of you, amber eyes searching your face—for what, you weren’t sure. What you were sure of, was that this had to work out. There really was no other option than getting Spencer to agree to pretend like he was engaged to you.

“I want to go back to Virginia, right now.”

“Well, see the thing about that is I really only had enough gas to get us here.”

“Then I’ll walk,” Spencer snapped, already beginning to turn around and head back the way you two came. It was a few miles to the nearest little town, there was no way he would make it in this snow.

“Spencer, wait,” you tried again, chilled fingers wrapped around his exposed wrist. He didn’t turn around, but he did stop walking. “Please. It’s only for the week, and I promise I won’t ask for anything weird.”

“Other than for me to pretend to be your fiancé?”

“Yeah, except that.” It was then Spencer finally turned to face you, close enough he had to tilt his head down to look at you.

“You know this only works in movies, right? This is crazy!” His voice raised in pitch, hands gesturing wildly in the air.

“It could work, you don’t know that!”

“I do know that!”

“Please, I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t desperate.”

“You’re not asking! You kidnapped me!” Spencer shouted, pulling a wince out of you. He wasn’t wrong, per se, but it didn’t feel great to hear it worded like that.

“You’re really not gonna try this?”

“No, of course, I’m not!”

Then, as though your hands no longer were controlled by your brain, your body jerked and your hand was throwing your car keys as deep into the snowy forest as you could manage. Absolute horror etched across Spencer’s face and it looked for a second as though he mind go after them. Instead, he took a step back from you and shouted, “Why did you do that? How are we supposed to get back now?”

“That’s irrelevant,” you said quickly, not really wanting to think about the answer too much. Why had you done that? It seemed as though your family was already bringing out the worst side of you before you even saw them.

“It's absolutely relevant, Y/N!”

“Well, it looks like you’re stuck here now. You might as well go along with the plan.”

Spencer looked like he was ready to fight it some more. His head tilted to the side a little and lips parted to give you a look that screamed being absolutely done with the situation. Honestly, you couldn’t blame him. Who would want to spend a week with a near stranger’s family?

Luckily, that exact family must’ve heard some of the noise because they were currently making their way out of the cabin to the both of you. “Oh, Y/N, you made it!” your mother cooed, immediately wrapping you up in a tight hug. “Was the drive tough?”

“No, no it wasn’t. The snow didn’t hit until we got about twenty minutes from here.”

“We...? Oh my God, you brought a boy!” she cheered, and you could only smile at the little glare Spencer gave over her shoulder when your mom pulled him in for a hug.

“Jellybean brought a guy?” Immediately your older brother, Nick, was pulling you down in a headlock, rubbing his knuckles through your hair to mess it up as much as possible.

“Nick, fuck off,” you whined, finally yanking your head back away from him.

“I’m sorry, I thought you’d be single forever. I was gonna give you a pamphlet for a nunnery this year,” Nick laughed.

“Oh come on! You’re such a-”

“Now, children, no fighting in front of our guest,” Mom admonished, looking up at Spencer as though he might be a figment of her imagination. “Oh, come in, come in. It’s getting cold and we have dinner all ready for you two. I hope you like lasagna.”

So you followed your mom and brother inside, reaching out to take Spencer’s hand in yours. He turned his head, looking at you with surprise but thankfully didn’t say anything about it. Sure enough, your dad was sitting at the dining table with a giant dish of lasagna waiting.

“Jellybean, who’s this?” he asked as he got up to hug you.

“This is Dr. Spencer Reid. He’s my fiancé,” you introduced, willing your face to hide the smirk forming at the surprised look on Nick’s face. You knew how your family saw you, knew they’d be horribly surprised at not only being engaged, but being engaged to someone as successful and attractive as Spencer.

“Fiancé?” your dad clarified, shifting so he can shake Spencer’s hand.

“Yes, Sir. It happened this morning,” Spencer answered, giving you a knowing look that might’ve had you giggling under any other circumstance. At any second, he could tell your family everything, and then how desperate would you look?

“Oh, honey! Congratulations, I’m so proud of you,” Mom cheered, pulling you in for another hug after setting another place at the table. “Let’s see the ring!”

“The ring? Oh, the ring!” There was, of course, no ring. You looked up to Spencer as if he could help you, but he just raised his brows as if to see ‘I told you this wouldn’t work’. No, it would. You’d make it work. “You know, I took it off to shower before we left and I must’ve forgotten to put it back on.”

“I did that all the time at the start. You’ll get used to wearing it in no time.”

“So, Spencer,” your dad began once everyone sat down at the dining table to eat, “what do you do for work?”

“I’m an agent for the FBI,” Spencer explained, pulling raised brows from your father, “I work in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We use behavioral profiles to track down serial killers.”

“That’s so cool,” Nick breathed, a wide smile on his face. “Who’s the scariest killer you’ve ever caught?”

“Nick, not at the table,” Mom protested, flashing Spencer an apologetic look as if he’d mind.

“I’m not asking for the gross details, I just wanna know!”

“We once caught a therapist who was using people’s worst fears against them,” Spencer offered then.

“Woah,” Nick let out right as Mom shuddered and looked down at her plate.

“Jellybean, you’re not involved in any of this stuff, right?”

“Of course not, Mom. I don’t ask about his cases.” That was also technically true. In the past year of him coming to your coffee shop, Spencer had briefly mentioned cases when he got back from them but never went into the details with you.

The rest of dinner passed easily, Spencer charming your parents so well you half-wished he was actually your partner. Eventually, the plates were all cleared and all that was left was to get some sleep after a long day of traveling.

“I had Nick bring your bags in here,” Mom explained as she guided you and Spencer to a room...with one bed in it. Of course, it made sense. If you were engaged, then there would be no reason for the two of you to sleep in separate beds much less separate rooms. Still, Spencer was fully staring at you now, not even trying to hide how he felt about it.

“Do we have a spare guest room? Just in case?” you asked Mom, hoping that there was still another room with a bed in it.

“You know there’s not, Honey. Besides, you’re engaged. You don’t have to be embarrassed about your Mom hearing anything, I know what’s going on in here.”

“Mom!” Immediately your cheeks heated up, face falling into your hands as if that might protect you from the conversation at hand. Of course, she couldn’t just stop at that, though.

“Alright, I’ll leave you two to it. Hopefully, I’ll have some grandbabies on the way tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Mom,” you groaned, shutting the door as soon as she began making her way back down the hall.

“That’s it, I’m leaving,” Spencer announced, heading immediately over to the window to peer out of it. You followed him, watching the way the harsh wind blew the snow around to ruin any hope of seeing anything more than a foot in front of you.

“How? The car’s out of commission, there’s no way you’re finding the keys in this.”

“I’ll walk,” Spencer repeated the plan, “I could make it three miles in this.”

“Spencer, I doubt you could get three miles when it’s sunny and warm.”

“I’ve been in fight or flight mode for the last five hours, I can do it.”

“That’s ridiculous, it hasn’t been that bad.”

“No, what’s ridiculous is the way you thought you could kidna-”

Then Mom was opening the door again saying, “Honey, why am I hearing fighting in h-”

She couldn’t possibly hear him talking about kidnapping schemes, not when that would be the one thing you couldn’t talk yourself out of. There was no way you could risk him continuing talking, so you did the only thing you could think of to stop the situation.

You reached up and grabbed Spencer’s face, pulling him down for a kiss. He made a little noise of surprise against you but didn’t pull away, even going so far as to rest his hands against your hips. When you pulled back, Mom was standing there with a bright smile on her face.

“Oh, look at you two already fighting like a married couple,” she cooed, reminding you of the way Spencer’s hands were still at your hips. Still, you found yourself not wanting to move from his grasp. “I promise I won’t bother you anymore. The angry makeup sex always was the best.”

When she did finally leave with a gentle click of the door, neither of you moved. Spencer looked down at you, an amused look playing on his expression. This was the most relaxed you’d seen him since the car ride, and you found yourself wishing he could stay that way.

“Is she always so...open?” he asked.

“Pretty much,” you laughed a little, turning your head to look out the window in embarrassment. It would’ve been an embarrassing situation already, never mind the fact that it was with a guy who wasn’t even your partner.

“Look,” you sighed, looking up at him again after seeing the car slowly being covered in snow outside, “it’s dark and snowing really hard right now. Let’s get some sleep, and if you really want to leave in the morning I’ll help you find the keys myself.”

“You mean it?” Spencer asked, clearly unsure but still looking at you with a new sparkle in his eyes. You’d pretend that it didn’t hurt that he was so excited to get rid of you.

“Of course, I’m not actually gonna keep you here against your will,” you sighed, and the two of you finally parted. As you got ready for bed separately, building a little wall of pillows in the middle, all you could think of was how the skin of your hips still burned from where Spencer’s hands had been.

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When you wake in the morning, you’re surprised to find the bed is empty. Without another body to keep it propped up, the pillow wall has long since collapsed onto Spencer’s side of the bed. He couldn’t have left on his own, so was he now awake and talking to your family?

That thought alone was enough to wake you completely, apprehension making your hands shake as you got dressed for the day.

Spencer was in the kitchen with your Dad, the two of them sitting at the island and nursing cups of coffee. Had Spencer put so much sugar into his cup that it needed to be chewed, or had he held back in fear of being judged by your dad, who most certainly drank it black?

“You know, she used to be a model,” your dad was saying. The right thing to do would’ve been to announce your presence. Still, while your parents hadn’t exactly been non-forthcoming about what they thought of you, it was still intriguing to hear what they said without you there. “Our Jellybean was so successful at it too, she could’ve made a good living for herself.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“You wouldn’t, she hates talking about it,” your dad continued.

“Why’d she stop?”

“Oh, Jellybean has always been jealous of her brother.” Fuck. You wanted to reach out, to tell them to stop before the conversation took a turn for the worst. “She wants to be a writer, but I hate to say I think she should’ve stuck to modeling.”

That was it, the final nail of the coffin. He hadn’t said it aloud, but the implication was there. You weren’t as smart as your brother, you couldn’t handle what it took to be successful as a writer. You weren’t good enough.

“Hey, Spencer,” you called, forcing a smile onto your face as you stepped just far enough into the kitchen for the men to notice you.

“Good morning,” he told you over his cup of coffee. “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine,” you answered quickly, not wanting to stay in this room for longer than necessary. “Wanna see the movie room?”

It was sort of like telling a kid they could have as much candy as they wanted on Halloween, the way Spencer’s entire face lit up. He was standing in seconds, mug discarded into the sink as he rushed to follow you.

The room was one of the larger ones in the cabin, originally meant to be an office but quickly evolving into a place where your dad could store his memorabilia from the shows and movies he worked on over the years.

Immediately, Spencer was enthralled. He walked the perimeter of the room first, fingers gently grazing over the shelves as he took in all of the scripts and props contained within them. You allowed him this time, smiling a little as you watched him take in everything. And when he had, the two of you ended up sitting on the couches in the room. You were messing with one of the props, a fake dagger designed for one of the main characters.

“This is incredible,” Spencer breathed not for the first time that day. “I can’t imagine having a family like yours.���

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” you shrugged, shying away at Spencer’s incredulous expression.

“Your dad’s a famous screenwriter, your mom’s a famous director, even your brother is an incredible screenwriter, how could that possibly be bad?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for everything they’ve provided for me in life,” you explained, hoping above all that Spencer didn’t come away from this trip thinking that you were a spoiled brat. “It’s just a lot of pressure, is all.”

“Is that why you quit modeling?” He asked curiously, pushing into dangerous territory with the intimate questions.

“I quit modeling because I hated it, not because of any deep-seated insecurities or anything,” you finally answered. “I want to be a writer someday too. And I will be, it just might take me longer than Nick.”

Nick, the golden child who had hit it big with his first screenplay. You were sure part of that had to do with who his parents were, but still, the movie came out and he was praised for his skills. How could you possibly keep up with someone like that?

“What’s so wrong with me?” It’s unclear why the words came out of your mouth when they did, but now that they were in the open you couldn’t say you regretted them.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N,” Spencer tried to say, but even without being a profiler, you knew he had to be lying. The man had been so against pretending to be with you, there had to be a good reason why.

“Then what is it?” you asked, “Why are you so against pretending to be my boyfriend?”

“Other than the kidnapping part?” he asked, pointing out the obvious.

“Yeah, other than that, I guess.”

“Have you seen me? There are so many other people who would’ve been better for this,” Spencer pointed out.

And wasn’t that just ridiculous? If it wouldn’t have killed the moment, you might’ve considered laughing. “Are you kidding me right now? Spencer, you’re every parent’s wet dream.”

“That’s...a gross thought, and not true.”

“Seriously? It’s been a day and my mom loves you! And I think my dad would rather you be his kid than me.” It was a hurtful thought, but one that had been swirling around your mind since getting here. Maybe having such a perfect fake boyfriend wasn’t a great idea after all.

“That’s not true, Y/N,” Spencer told you, his voice softening. It was the kind of voice you could picture him using if you two were actually dating. He was looking at you like he might actually care, eyebrows tilted a little and lips parted as though he were trying to figure you out. Maybe he was.

“Sure it is. Did you hear my mom last night? That’s the first time she’d ever said she was proud of me, and it was because of you.”

Silence lapsed between you two for only a few minutes before Spencer asked, “You said a week?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll stay,” he told you, and it almost felt like a dream. Was this really happening? After all of the fighting, all of the begging and desperation, Spencer would really help you? Later, you would wonder if you were deserving of his kindness at that moment, but for now, you would launch yourself at him in a tight hug.

“Thank you so much, you won’t regret it. I’ll make it the best week you’ve ever had.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The next day, Spencer finds himself woken up to excited shouts and a hand shaking his arm.

“Spencer, c’mon, the blizzard stopped!” you cheered, far too energetic for the early hour. “C’mon, get out of bed!”

“I’m coming, I promise,” Spencer laughed, rolling onto his back and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. You were already dressed and ready for the snow—coat, hat, and gloves included.

It was refreshing, how innocently happy you were so often. The only people Spencer really talked to anymore were his teammates, and though he loved them dearly they had all long since lost that innocent joy years before.

So Spencer would join you out in the snow. He got ready quickly, pulling on his own coat and wrapping his purple scarf around himself.

By the time he was ready, the entire family was already outside. He was always blown away seeing families like this, genuinely enjoying each others’ company simply because they could. They had their problems, evidenced by the broken words dripping from your lips the previous day, but they were able to get past them to have some fun together.

“Spencer, over here!” you waved, smiling brightly enough to light up a room. You were gorgeous like this, tongue sticking out a little as you refocused your attention on rolling a giant ball of snow. “Help me make a snowman.”

“I’ve never made one before, what do we do?” he asked, causing you to stop in your tracks and look up at him in wonder.

“What do you mean you’ve never made a snowman?”

“I grew up in Las Vegas.”

“But you’ve been living in Virginia!” you wailed, sounding personally upset that he’d missed out on the experience. “Well, today we’re changing that. We’re gonna spend all day out in the snow if we have to.”

It was truly fun in an unexpected way. Building a snowman was just rolling little ice crystals together until they made a vague shape, but still, Spencer found himself laughing along with you the whole way. He helped you stack the pieces, and when it was time to make the face he followed your orders to a tee.

“Here, this will help,” Spencer said, lifting his scarf to wrap it around the snowman’s neck.

“Oh, it’s perfect!” you gasped, eliciting another smile from Spencer. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d last smiled this much, when he wasn’t worried about a case or all of the problems plaguing the team.

As wild as the entire situation was, Spencer was thankful for the chance to decompress. It was freeing, being out here in the snow with you. He wished they could do this every day, even after the week was over.

And that-

Well, where had that thought come from? Just two days prior he’d been considering walking miles in a blizzard to escape this cabin, and now Spencer was wondering if they might be able to stay longer. What was this effect you had on him? It was almost scary, the way he’d come to enjoy your company despite your imperfect means to get him here.

A bunch of snow was hitting his shoulder then, a bit of it flying up into his face and chilling the skin there. Spencer let out a wild yelp then, turning to find where it had come from.

You, of course, were standing there with a couple of snowballs in your hand and a devious look on your face. “You’ve never had a snowball fight either, right, Doctor Reid?”

Oh, what Spencer would do to get you to say those words again.

“I haven’t,” he answered, bending down to press some of the white crystals into his own ammunition. You have him a few seconds grace before it was on, the two of you running around the open space and hurling packed snow at each other.

Eventually, he’d caught up to you, his arms reaching out to grab you in an attempt to prevent you from throwing another snowball. What started as an innocent part of the game ended up in both of you tripping over yourselves, you flat on your back in the snow, and Spencer having caught himself just over you.

Both of you were breathing heavily, little swirls of air entwining between you two. Your eyes were gorgeous, carrying the kind of depth that Spencer could lose himself in for ages. Yes, he wanted more moments like this with you.

And with the rest of the family watching, you were pulling his head down just enough so you could kiss him again.

The first time had been shocking. Spencer had been mid-rant, fully about to ridicule you for thinking it was a good idea to kidnap a federal agent. He could have his team here in hours if he was really willing to put up with their jokes for the end of time. Then, your lips were on his and that night, Spencer found himself laying awake thinking about it.

Now it was happening again. Spencer had seen it coming, able to move back against you. His skin was heating up despite the snow wrapped around you two. It was beautiful, a moment that Spencer never wanted to end. He wanted to kiss you again, just because he could and not to keep up appearances. He wanted to learn more about you every day and when the week was over, he wanted to ask you to stay with him.

Spencer wanted to kiss you again, but he didn’t. He didn’t, because all you wanted was a fake boyfriend. You didn’t want him, not truly. He was good enough to appease the parents, that much you’d made clear. He was good enough for the parents, but he wasn’t enough for you.

So he smiled and said, “Good thinking. They’ll really believe us now,” before standing up and holding out a hand for you to take.

He smiled and told himself it didn’t hurt.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

By the third day, it’s almost comfortable to wake up beside Spencer.

The pillow wall is still up, but in the middle of the night your leg has ended up over it, your ankle hooking around his. He’s crossed the self-made barrier too, arm thrown over it and fingers dangerously close to holding yours.

Spencer is gorgeous like this—relaxed without any care in the world. His hair is messy, spread out against the pillow. His lips are parted and there are tiny little snores coming from him, creating the most domestic scene you’d ever bared witness to.

It made your heart ache in a way you weren’t expecting. There were only a few more days of this, and then suddenly there wouldn’t be anymore waking up to Spencer. He’d go on with his life and you’d go on with yours. After all of this, you had to imagine he wouldn’t want to come near your coffee shop anymore, and could you blame him for that?

After just a few more days, Spencer would be out of your life forever, and that was the simple truth of the matter.

“Good morning,” his gentle voice pulled you from your thoughts. The second his amber eyes landed on yours, his lips were pulling upwards. It was easy to imagine this was the way it was meant to be—Spencer, your boyfriend, overjoyed that he got to wake up beside you in the same way you wanted to rejoice.

“Good morning,” you answered back, voice barely over a whisper. “What do you want to do today?”

“Your Dad mentioned they were all going skiing.” Oh. They usually did that at least once, getting up at the crack of dawn and staying out until late. “They won’t be here all day, so I had a plan.”

So far, it had been you coming up with ways to entertain yourselves. What did Spencer have in store for you? “Oh yeah? What is it?”

“You mentioned you missed baking. I thought we could start small and you could teach me how to make cookies.”

Immediately you were flying out of the bed, eliciting a loud laugh from Spencer. “What? Come on, let’s go! There are cookies to bake,” you demanded, laughing as you pulled on the nearest outfit you could find. Spencer was up and moving now, too, albeit at a much slower pace.

Eventually, you’d managed to nudge him to the kitchen where he already had all of the baking supplies set out and organized on the counter. “Oh, you’re my favorite person.”

“That’s what it takes? Baking?” Spencer laughed, shaking his head.

“Absolutely,” you answered, wrestling your hair up into a bun off of your face. You tossed a hair tie over to Spencer, who followed suit to tie his long hair off of his face, the shorter pieces already falling out to frame his face.

God, it isn’t fair how beautiful he is.

So the two of you get to work making the cookie dough, you taking the lead and explaining the process whenever needed. It’s truly fun, getting this time to spend with Spencer. There’s no arguing, there’s no one around to try and impress. It’s just the two of you, getting to know one another better.

And eventually, the cookie dough is made.

“You want to try it?” you asked, a playful look taking on your face as you held out a large spatula of cookie dough out for him to try. Just as Spencer got close enough to taste, you were wiping a bit of the dough on his nose.

Spencer gasped, eyes darkening a little as he looked down at you. It was nearing an absolute sinful look, the kind that made you squirm from where you were standing.

“You didn’t want to do that,” Spencer warned, grabbing the nearest thing to him and wiping it across your cheek. Flour, there was now a large swatch of flour across your skin and on your shirt.

“Oh yes, I did, Sweet Pea,” you challenged, also grabbing some of the powder and tossing it at him.

You thought it only happened in movies, but here you were in a flour fight with Spencer. The two of you were laughing loudly, and you couldn’t remember the last time your chest felt this light. It was far too easy picturing doing this in your own apartment, making a mess in your kitchen but leaving it until the morning. You could picture the two of you, wrapped around each other as you shed the flour-covered clothes.

“Truce, truce,” you giggled, hand reaching out to hold onto his upper arm in an attempt to stop his movements.

“You’re admitting defeat so quickly?” Spencer asked with lips pursed in a hint of a smile. When you nodded, he added, “So what do I get for winning?”

There were so many things you wanted to say.

He was looking at you, and you were unable to take your eyes off of him. Your thoughts were racing a mile a minute, solely about what his lips might taste like now against your own. You’d kissed him once before, but now would you be able to taste his morning coffee and the ghost of leftover cookie dough? Would it be sweet, with gentle hands guiding you closer to him?

“What do you want?” you asked, tempting him to make the decision now. He could have you if he so chose.

Spencer was licking his lips now. Your lower back was pressed to the counter and he was in front of you; it would be so easy for him to lean down and take what he wanted. For a second, you thought he might, too.

Instead, he shook his head as a barrier shut across his face. Spencer stepped back, saying, “I think I’ll take the first shower.”

It was impossible not to feel hurt, to long for the version of this in which Spencer actually kissed you. He’d made it clear at the beginning of this all that he wasn’t in the least bit attracted to you, so it shouldn’t have stung this much now. He’d done far worse before than not kissing you.

Still, as Spencer walked away to shower, you couldn’t help but think that the end of this week would kill you in a way you’d never quite expected before.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The second the bedroom door shut behind him, Spencer had his phone out. If only to save his dignity before, the man hadn’t wanted to resort to this unless absolutely necessary.

It was necessary now, as Spencer sat on the bed with flushed cheeks and a racing heart. He had been so close to ruining everything, to making this into something it wasn’t. You wanted him to be your pretend partner, how could he possibly make it anything more?

Before Spencer could think about it, his shaking hands were calling the one person he trusted most with all of this. He knew she’d be telling the rest of the team—the only reason he’d put this off for as long as he had—but Spencer couldn’t do this anymore.

“Boy Genius! Is everything okay?” Penelope’s voice rang through the speaker, filling Spencer with pure relief.

“I wanted to ask for some advice.”

“Oh, I can do that. What, are you planning on finding a New Year’s Eve kiss tonight?” Penelope teased but when Spencer couldn’t even find it in himself to answer, she gasped. “Spencer Reid, do you have someone to kiss tonight?”

“No, well kind of.” So Spencer launched into the full story, and it truly did sound crazy when he explained it all. Even now, he wasn’t sure why he had believed you, not fully. It seemed like an obvious lie in hindsight, but now he was here and he couldn’t exactly say he regretted getting into your car. He only regretted that the end of the week was quickly approaching. He regretted how the days got tougher with each passing second, knowing that eventually you two would part ways forever.

“Hold on,” Penelope finally spoke after he finished the story. She was clearly trying to stifle her laughter on the other end of the line, little snickers slipping out every so often. “Oh baby boy, you fell for the candy in the van trick.”

“Please don’t tell the team about this,” Spencer groaned, already being able to see the looks on their faces once they knew he actually got kidnapped.

“You know I have to if you want us to come to rescue you.”

“That’s just it, I...”

“Oh my god, you love her!” Penelope squealed, causing Spencer’s cheeks to heat up. The thing was, he couldn’t even say that his friend was wrong necessarily. You were unlike anyone he’d met before. You were fun and carefree, and he found himself wishing he could spend so much more time with you. He wanted to come home to you every day, to your giggles as you baked or your gentle singing to Christmas songs even though the season was over by now. “You’re gonna tell her, right?”

“No, I can’t,” Spencer sighed.

“Why not?”

“She needed a fake boyfriend, that’s it. After this week she’ll want to go back to normal.”

“How would you know that unless you tell her?” And deep down, Spencer knew she was right. Penelope Garcia was typically right when it came to such matters. It would be wise to trust her, but still, at the thought alone Spencer’s hands were sweating and his heart was racing. How could he possibly go out there and admit he liked you after he’d spent so long making it clear he thought you were ridiculous for this elaborate scheme?

“I know, you’re right,” he sighed.

“Of course I’m right, why wouldn’t I be?” she laughed, and then her tone with soft as she added, “you know I love you, right?”

“Yeah, I know. I love you too,” Spencer told her in return.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

You hadn’t seen Spencer in hours.

The cookies were done but eventually got left abandoned on the island, growing cold as you studied the book sitting in your lap. Of course, you weren’t actually able to read it. The thoughts swirling through your mind like a thick fog made concentrating on any one thing for too long impossible, always taking you back to the man locked up in your bedroom.

Had you really messed up that badly? It hadn’t seemed like an egregious action at the time, just a little light flirting. It was even relatively tame compared to the behavior you two engaged in around your family—lingering kisses and gentle touches, little embraces of two people who were completely comfortable with one another.

So when the sun set and the new year began creeping ever-closer, you decided enough was enough. For better or for worse, this would be the moment you were honest about everything.

“Hey, Spencer?” you asked, knocking a couple times on the bedroom door.

A few moments of shuffling later, and you were met with a slightly disheveled-looking Spencer. His eyes were tired, eyelids not fully open as he looked at you. One hand came up to rub at an eye, trying to force the sleepiness there away.

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“Only a quick nap,” he reassured you.

“Okay, then grab your coat and c’mon,” you told him, figuring it was better to leave it a surprise for as long as possible. Already you felt light, buzzing with nervous energy. Your hands shook, and you didn’t trust your voice not too if you spoke to him for too long.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll find out. Do you trust me?” It was a scary question to ask, considering how he’d gotten to this cabin in the first place.

You never would have expected the small shrug and the “Of course I do,” from him, but here you were accepting it anyway.

The two of you made your way out into the snow, away from the cabin, and up to a little hill not far from the home. You plopped right down into the snow, and with only a little hesitation did Spencer join you.

“What are we doing out here?” he asked, already looking up at the night sky. The cabin was in an area not heavily inhabited by people, so the sky was decorated in sparkling stars. “Oh, I’ve never seen the Milky Way.”

“I thought you were from the desert?” you asked him in return. The only other places you’d heard of being able to see these many stars were out West where the desert made much of the space not inhabitable.

“Las Vegas,” Spencer clarified, and ah, that made more sense. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is,” you answered, leaning back a little so you could peer up at the sky. The two of you were silent for a few minutes, simply enjoying one anothers’ company. It was peaceful in a way your home in Virginia never got. Though you often complained about these family vacations, you would miss it if you ever skipped out on a year.

It would also never be the same again, knowing how fun this week has been with Spencer. How could you ever come back again after this?

“I never said thank you,” you shattered the silence, turning to look over at him. “for putting up with all of this. You could’ve easily screwed me over, but you didn’t. You’re a really good guy, Spencer.”

“Anyone would’ve done the same,” he tried to be humble, but you weren’t having it.

“No, actually they wouldn’t. You’re really special.”

Then, Spencer was leaning in. His hand was braced against your jaw, and though you knew you could move at any second you found you didn’t want to. Just as you could feel his breath on your face, you whispered, “You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to. No one’s watching.”

And then, the most miraculous thing.

“I want to,” Spencer whispered before closing the distance.

It was beautiful and magical, and everything you could have ever imagined. You’d had New Year’s Eve kisses before. Typically they were during loud, crowded parties with the taste of champagne and beer stuck between you. They were hard and fast, enough to bruise lips but never illicit any other feeling.

You wouldn’t ever be the same, after Spencer Reid. His lips were soft against yours, allowing you to take the lead. His hand was cold against your face but you didn’t care, your own hands wrapping into the fabric of his scarf to pull him even closer to you.

And when you two broke apart, Spencer was the most wondrous sight you’d ever seen. Eyes shining with wide pupils, cheeks and nose tinted pink from both the cold and the kiss, lips parted as he fought to regain the air he’d willingly sacrificed.

Spencer was a work of art.

“Spencer, I have to tell y-” you began to say, but the words were quickly broken off by sirens.

Police sirens.

Immediately the two of you were on your feet, watching as a dark SUV approached the cabin. A few figures hopped out, searching around but ultimately running up to you.

Oh, God, they were wearing FBI vests. Spencer had called the FBI on you, hadn’t he? Turning to look at him, you found that his head was tilted down, eyes trained at his snow-soaked Converse. “Spencer?” you asked, tilting your head to try and catch his gaze but ultimately being unsuccessful.

Then your family was exiting the cabin, running up to where the commotion was. How humiliating could this get? Already your vision was blurred by tears, arms wrapped firmly around your middle as if to offer some kind of protection against the scene.

“You called someone?” you asked, gasping around the words as if they had choked you.

“Of course he did, you kidnapped a federal agent,” the blond woman called out, sounding more than a little judgmental. Her blue eyes were looking at you harshly, staring you down as if you were no better than the serial killers they caught regularly.

“JJ-” Spencer began but was quickly cut off by your family realizing the true nature of the situation.

“Y/N, did you kidnap him?!” your dad shouted while your mom let out a panicked cry, hand flying up to cover her mouth.

“I–Well, I–” you stammered, wondering if you could possibly explain what had happened in a good way. “Only a little.”

“What does that mean, honey?” your dad sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. If he wasn’t disappointed in you before, then he most certainly was now. In an attempt to make them finally proud of you, all you’d managed to do was ruin whatever relationship you’d had with your family.

“It was only a minor kidnapping. He could’ve left anytime,” you tried to explain, eyes turning to look at Spencer with a pleading look. He knew, he knew he could’ve left. You’d offered to help get the car back in running shape if that was what he really wanted. “Spencer, please. Tell them. Tell them you want to stay.”

That was the moment that cracked something in him. He head finally snapped up, honeyed eyes looking at you with an intensity you’d never seen from him before. “I don’t want to stay here,” he told you, stealing the breath straight from your chest. “I’ve been miserable, I can’t be here anymore.”

It didn’t make sense. Was he trying to hurt you on purpose? Was kissing you his way of making sure you knew how wrong this whole situation was?

Spencer Reid was a complete ass.

“Fine,” you snapped, squeezing tightly on your abdomen to try and hold back the sobs you felt climbing your body. “Go then. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I made you so miserable.”

You were walking away, right back to the cabin. If they wanted to arrest you, they could come after you.

“Y/N, wait!” Spencer shouted, but the FBI agents were talking to him then, telling him they needed to start heading back. You weren’t going to stop for him, not after he’d gripped your heart until it shattered into something unrecognizable.

By the time you got back to the bedroom, the police lights were fading away in the distance, carrying Spencer away with them.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It would have been far too easy if things got better after that.

No, after Spencer was rescued by his friends, no one in your family could quite look you in the eye. You were the woman who kidnapped a guy so you wouldn’t be alone for the holidays, how sad was that?

So you’d left early too, spending all of the next day digging around in the woods for the keys you’d thrown. It felt like a lifetime ago, standing by your car and begging Spencer to stay. The two of you ended up having fun in that strange situation, or so you thought.

You went back to work.

What else were you supposed to do? It felt silly to be heartbroken over a man who had never once been yours, but here you were throwing yourself into making coffee so you wouldn’t have to feel the unbelievable pain that came with remembering that night.

He’d kissed you.

Spencer had actually kissed you, a moment meant just for you two. What had it meant, if no one had been watching? It couldn’t have been pretend, so why had he done it and then left in the next few minutes?

“Go home, you look like shit,” Chelsea told you after a week of being back on the job.

You sighed, finishing up the drink you were working on and sliding it across the counter to the customer. “I’m fine, I can finish my shift,” you told her, insistent. How could you return home to an empty apartment, after having imagined asking Spencer to stay when the week was over?

“No, you’re scaring the customers away with your doom and gloom. Take tonight, work through everything, and come back when you’re ready,” your friend insisted.

That was how you ended up home early, fumbling with your keys to unlock the apartment.

And when you stepped inside, you were sure something in your mind had cracked. Standing there in slacks and a button-up, was Spencer fucking Reid. His hands were shoved deep into his pants pockets, hair still just as messy as you remembered and a guarded expression on his face.

“How’d you get in my apartment?” you asked, shutting and locking the door behind you.

“I learned how to pick locks when I was ten,” Spencer admitted with a light, breathy laugh.

“So you broke into my house.”

“Only a little,” Spencer echoed what you’d said before, a playful smile taking on his face. It hurt more than he likely wanted it to, pulling a wince from you. Still, as much as it pained you, you found that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“Why are you here, Spencer?” you asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this right away. He couldn’t stay in your apartment for longer than absolutely necessary, not when you were still trying to shred the imaginary pictures you’d formed in your mind of him being here.

“I handled that night completely wrong.”

“You humiliated me in front of my whole family.”

And that was the hardest part of it all.

Though it would have killed you, knowing Spencer didn’t feel the same way for you was something you could get over. You planned to tell him the truth that night, knowing that one of the likely results was that he’d admit that while he had fun, he didn’t want to continue being her boyfriend, real or fake.

No, it was the fact that your family would never treat you the same ever again that stung. It would ruin you, knowing that the memories of that cabin were ruined forever. You would always be known as the family member who committed a federal crime simply because she didn’t want to be alone.

“I know, and I’m sorry. My team tells me my IQ drops in half when I’m around someone I like.” You didn’t answer, how could you? What was there to say to him, when nothing he was saying made sense at all? “I meant I was miserable because I was pretending to be your boyfriend.”

God, was this a joke to him? Was it funny to see the pain blossom in your chest and take root there?

“I know,” you snapped, “I got that the first time.”

“No!” Spencer shouted, stepping forward in his panic. “No, no that’s not what I meant.” His eyes looked up to the ceiling, hands clenching and unclenching as he fought to find the right words.

You’d guess he never did find them because instead, his hands were grabbing either side of your face then. Spencer was stepping closer to you and pressing his lips to you in a desperate kiss that would undoubtedly leave your lips swollen and bruised.

“I don’t want to pretend anymore,” he murmured against your lips as his face barely pulled back.

“You mean it?” It didn’t feel real.

Spencer’s words were confirmed again in another kiss. As he gained confidence, he pressed forward until your back was against the wall, his hands moving down your body to keep you held there. Your own hands finally woke up, moving up to tangle in his curly hair.

The kiss reminded you of spring. Things had been lost that night, when harsh words had been spoken in kind to one another. It wasn’t ruined though, and the sign of it all was this kiss, both gentle and aching.

This kiss was a new beginning, the hope of a future where you could bring Spencer back to that cabin not as a fake fiancé, but as your real partner.

And as you planned to stay the rest of the night wrapped up in his arms, all you could think was that for once, maybe the movies really did have something right after all.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

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jean kirstein relationship hcs

sorry for the inactivity lately y’all school is whooping my ass </3 in the mean time, have some modern jean relationship hcs bc i miss him

protective boyfriend #1 ♡ ♡ ♡ will not hesitate to yell at ppl if they’re mean or rude to you, he doesn’t want anyone coming near you like that. thinks his partner deserves the absolute best and will not tolerate people disrespecting you or even thinking of disrespecting you. he will defend you til the day he dies, even if it embarrasses you

asks the waiter for a new dinner when yours is undercooked and you’re too nervous to say something. if you’re a person w social anxiety or just don’t feel like doing something, he would do things for you no problem, whether its fetching you something, paying for you, ordering for you, etc. he’s not gonna tease you or make fun of you, he’s just happy to help

he’s a sappy drunk :’) when he’s hammered, he gets all clingy and drags you onto the couch to cuddle w you/hangs off of you while you walk home and tells you all about how he feels about you and how he wants to spend his life with you and have dogs and a cute home forever. has the cutest little giggle while literally pouring out his feelings for you 

and if you bring it up in the morning, you KNOW he’s gonna get so shy and red like “oh... i said that? haha...”

his biggest dream is just domesticity with you - like i mentioned, living somewhere beautiful in a nice house with a beautiful family or just you and him :( he really cherishes you and just dreams about spending his life with you. his “happy place” is very likely just the two of you sitting in a field by a river on a sunny day, maybe with some sandwiches and sparkling water, with all the time in the world watching ducks swim by

i imagine that you were previously friends before starting to date, but he’d been seriously pining for you since the beginning, just never wanted to make you uncomfortable and was too scared to say anything. he’d go home after hanging out w you and just sigh (probably yell into his pillow in frustration too but shh) bc he just felt like if it wasn’t you, then who else?

meanwhile you’re being so obvious that you like him back but he keeps reasoning that you’re just being nice and wouldn’t actually want him like that 

was ready to settle for friendship and just lock away his feelings when you just pulled him aside and confessed directly. he was a strangely confused yet happy daze for the following weeks

is a sucker for romance movies - likes imagining him and you in those scenarios, romanticizes your own relationship shamelessly. i feel like he’d enjoy 500 days of summer and... wait for it... clueless. I KNOW. it’s his guilty pleasure. also consider: he bawled his eyes out at the end of la la land.

loves beach dates! loves the beach, loves the boardwalk, loves everything about that summer atmosphere. waits in line to get you funnel cake and then you sit and eat, people watching and making up stories for everyone that passes by and just laughing while you enjoy the fresh summer air. in the arcades, totally the type to win himself a cute plushie but when ur like “omg!! is that for me?” he goes oh yeah haha.. but don’t think he doesn’t notice when you’ve been eyeing up a specific toy at the ring toss stand. he will not hesitate to play game after game until he gets it for you. 

lover of back hugs. he is so generous, literally towers over you no matter ur height, just wraps his arms around u and holds u <3 it makes you feel so safe and loved and that’s all he wants for you 

carries you wherever possible. up the stairs, down the stairs, from the kitchen to the living room and back. he always boasts about how easy it is to pick you up bc he’s strong and it boosts his confidence lol

constantly tells you how pretty he thinks you are. jean always thinks you look beautiful so he always compliments your outfits and your hair and your makeup, leans into ur ear to whisper it to u and make u giggle even when it’s just the two of you at home

on that note: always gets caught staring at you and he blushes so easily when you call him out for it. can’t stop looking at you over the top of his newspaper when you’re having breakfast in the morning, can’t stop looking at you while you’re making dinner for him, can’t stop looking at you while you work or study

for valentines/your birthday/holidays he always makes you cute handmade cards out of colored construction paper. he finds a new design every single time and spends so long on it, and finishes by writing out how he feels on the inside. can u just imagine him sitting at his desk, tongue poking out of his mouth with a glue stick in hand as he lays down different colored paper hearts :( 

teases you nonstop. always poking fun at you, probably make jokes about how “irresistible” he is and how you can’t keep away lol, thinks you look adorable when you’re flustered

u give him haircuts when it’s getting long, he sits on a stool in ur bathroom and u just give him a trim every once in a while. trusts you not to fuck it up (not that you ever would) and it always comes out so nice and it makes his heart swell just to have you there to do such intimate, sort of domestic things for him.

pet names! i know so many people have talked about this but it’s just so true. has tried everything in the book to see what you like, watches carefully to see how you respond so he knows, occasionally calls you something silly like “pookie” just to get a reaction out of you

needs verbal communication. jean always has so much on his plate and has a lot of insecurities, so he really needs that reassurance that you need him and love him every day until he can accept it for himself

favorite position to sleep in is him on his back with your head on that area between his neck and shoulder, holds you really close during the night. loves loves loves when you nestle into him and cling to him for warmth when you’re asleep. has trouble sleeping if you aren’t there

dotes on you so much seriously he is so sweet and caring, just so whipped for you. he is literally so weak and always gives into you just bc it makes you happy. you want to drive out for mcdonald’s at two in the morning for an apple pie and a shake? he’s getting his keys rn

nsfw below the cut (18+)

i think mostly everyone is in agreement that jean is a total pleasure dom - he spends all night getting you to cum again and again, always asking if you can give him one more

as mentioned earlier, teases. avoids giving you what you want at first, makes you use your words, and when when you do get it, you’re getting it. aka, overstim galore. he’s not stopping until you’re spent

so much dirty talk, asks so many questions to get you to talk. “louder for me, princess” type of guy. wants to reduce you to babbling with how good he makes you feel - the sounds you make get him so incredibly hard

he is also vocal bc he knows you like it. groans his name into your ear just to feel you clench, then laughs.

never forgets to mark you up, leaves hickeys all over your neck and chest and thighs. loves to look at them later on when you’re changing, and especially loves your reaction to seeing them for yourself

size kink!! this man is almost 6’3 so chances are he’s gonna be bigger than you regardless. likes being close to you, likes being in positions where he can see you, probably has an arm slung around your waist or back whenever the position allows for it so he can hold you close

pins your arms down, holds your hips to the bed so you just have to sink into the mattress and take it

every time he aims to fuck your brains out and make sure the only thing you’re thinking about is him and how good he makes you feel

his fingers are fucking magical, dear lord, he gets you so worked up and knows just how to touch you to make you squirm, loves seeing you go hazy and unravel on his fingers. his fingers are so long and gentle and stretch you out so nice + he knows exactly what to do, where to touch you, when to change his motions to get you there in minutes

needs to be kissing you when he makes you cum. swallows your moans, adores how you struggle to kiss him back with the pleasure he’s giving you

mirror sex is top tier for him, probably has one of those siding door closets w mirrors next to his bed so he can make you look at yourself and watch just what he’s doing to you

eye contact, will 100% grab your jaw to make you look at him, loves seeing you stare up at him through glassy eyes

literal KING of aftercare. takes such good care of you, gets you anything and everything you need, cleans up so well, gives you the world and more

[attemptinghaikyuu]

Joking About Dating A Friend But They Take You Seriously

A/n: I feel like this aligns with my love for fake dating scenarios, it was also just as fun to write as those scenarios

G/n reader

Pretty setter squad (most of them~)

Akaashi Keiji

He freezes on the spot, turning and looking at the smile adorning your face as you look up at your friend. “Boyfriend.” he corrects himself

Maybe it’s stupid but he wishes he had at least been able to tell you his feelings before he knew it was hopeless. If he’d confessed he could have at least known there was nothing he could do right now. Akaashi’s walking away from the two of you as soon as he can. He’s having a hard time not crying after finding out

The next day when you try to talk to him he’s ignoring you. If you’re persistent, he’s still speaking as little as possible

You can tell somethings putting him in a sour mood, so you back off and give him some space, but it hurts being ignored by your crush…

When you talk to Bokuto later and you mention your friend, imagine your surprise when the ace asks “you mean the one you’re dating?”

“What are yo- oh!” You start laughing at that and explain that your friend and you had only been messing around

THE MOMENT BOKUTO TELLS HIM-

He’s sprinting to tell you how he feels and is in literal tears, when you say you feel the same way

Akaashi is going to be such a caring and considerate boyfriend, though he’s also going to be very clingy whenever you’re around that friend… not that you mind <3

Kenma Kozume

He hears it and freezes and at first, his brain doesn’t want to process what he heard

But as soon as it sinks in, he’s shoving his face in his game screen and trying to pretend that it doesn’t matter

He won’t straight up ignore you, but it’s obvious he’s distancing himself from your friendship. Short answers to any questions you ask, zero eye contact, and it’s like he’s shrinking in on himself whenever you’re around

Obviously this upsets you as much as him, and in response you end up hanging around your “girlfriend” more

Kenma sees you hangout with your friend more and only ends up feeling like he’s fully lost you :(

Kuroo being the observant, kind friend that he is, decides he’s going to give the person who played with his friends heart some very special words

He finds your club room and listening into you’re conversation, discovers you trying to figure out what you should do about your crush on Kenma, when it seems like he doesn’t even want you around

He hears your friend say “well sweetie, maybe you need to just tell him~”

It clicks with Kuroo pretty fast that this is a misunderstanding; the teasing tilt to your friends voice and the fact that you literally just said you liked Kenma?

Kenma ends up almost not confessing when he finds out, he feels like a jerk for acting the way he did

But after some convincing from Kuroo, Kenma grabs your hand and squeezing his eyes shut, with his head down, tells you he likes you

Biggest blush when you tell him you like him back, and if it’s possible, gets more flustered when you ask him if this means your dating and tells you yes

Kuroo’s so proud, he takes credit for getting you two together whenever he can

Oikawa Toruu

He’s like “no… because I like them… so they can’t date.. someone else..”

It hurts

It really hurts, and all he wants to do is run up to you and tell you he is so much better then them

But he barely even knows your friend and how could he possibly say that if you’re smiling and laughing, poking the sides of the person who’s making you happy

Oikawa is forcing a happy smile on his face, walking over, and congratulating you and your partner

Except you’re laughing harder when he tells you how lucky you are to be dating someone who makes you so happy

And he can feel his insecurities bubbling up inside him, all while his confusion for your continued laughter grows

But then he here’s your next words

“I- no offense,” you’re barely holding it together when you glance at your friend. “But I’d never date you-”

Hearing these words, which you somehow managed to wheeze out, Oikawa almost falls to his knees to thank whatever god out there for being on his side

His mood has done a complete 180 and as smoothly as he can, is asking you out he’s going for it right now after that heart attack

Is absolutely so smug about you saying yes, and will be parading your relationship around that friend (they’re either really confused or find it really amusing how your boyfriend could be worried about them trying something)

He’s just really happy though, okay? Please, he’s in so deep, he’ll stop being so obnoxious around that friend if you ask

Sugawara Koushi

He can’t breathe for a moment. It’s like everything stops and all he can do is stare at you

The heartbreak he feels as he watches the scene in front of him is honestly too much to take

Suga just walks out

He can’t stay and watch that. He doesn’t want to cry in front of you and than burst out crying that he’s in love with you when you’re dating someone else

He wonders if he’ll be able to face you again, especially when he’s breaking down over just hearing the news of you dating some other friend

Nearly doesn’t hear you shouting his name as you run after him

Only stops when he feels your hand on his shoulder and sees your concerned face come into his line of sight

Try’s to hide his tear stained face by turning away but it’s too late

“Koushi, whats wrong?”

You sound so worried and now he feels like a garbage friend, of course your gonna be freaked out after he runs out and ignores you telling him you’re dating someone

“Sorry, you just surprised me… I didn’t realize how emotional I would get finding out my friend was dating someone,” he has to pause to take a deep breath. “I’m really happy for you though.”

He’s trying so hard and you kinda realize what’s going on

“Sorry to burst your happy bubble then,” you chuckle, grabbing his hands. “But I was just joking around with them, I actually like someone else. Umm, he’s really cute and considerate, and worrying me a bit… I just hope he’s okay though.” Saying this, you pull one hand away to wipe the fresh tears falling from Suga’s eyes

Disbelief filling him, he can only stare at your embarrassed state and wonder how you can make him feel so much

It takes awhile, but with a watery laugh he confesses his feelings and asks if you’d take him as your boyfriend

He’s never gonna stop telling you and anyone who’ll listen, how lucky he is :,)

Atsumu Miya

Is shocked when he hears you say that you and your boyfriend are gonna go on a date later

He doesn’t take the time to process your joking tone

Is steering clear of you and if he does see you? He’s turning the other way without a word

Atsumu has a lot of pride, and he was not going to let you see him in this vulnerable state

He feels guilty about his avoidance when he sees the confused and hurt look on your face as he ignores you trying to talk to him

It’s like at every turn you’re their to make him feel worse about what he’s doing, and when he notices a lack of you he realizes you must’ve stopped trying to talk to him

You giving him space leads to Atsumu feeling worse about it

Him and you dating had seemed so inevitable to him, so he can’t help but feel cheated

And he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do, get over his feelings? Is that what would fix things?

He really misses you, it’s been two weeks and he’s a mess

Samu knows his brother is stupid sometimes, so he tells him to talk to you… and that he’s a dumb ass who misinterpreted the whole situation

He’s so mad for depriving himself of time with you

At this point he could care less if he’s dating you, he was bound to stop and find a way to make peace with just being your friend anyway

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t confessing right after Samu tells him of his mistake

And Atsumu knows he’s never gonna take you for granted after what he just went through

[toonblabbers]

Balls to the Walls Random Headcanons

A/N: Just trying to flex and expand my writing with other characters: Ace Edition - Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Aran, Hoshiumi, Asahi, Yamamoto and Sakusa!

I didn’t write about my big sexy himbo Bokuto because my blog is like almost 90% him

This contains some mentions to smut so hey: minors DNI! Thanks!

 Ushijima:

Service top with a dash of Dom. Got a big cock but he doesn’t know what to do with it so please help him out.

Had one (1) partner before you and they told him he can be too rough so now he’s the literal definition of Gentle Giant. Again tell him what to do and how you like it

He on the other hand…Well he’s got a hard body from years of strength and endurance training. He has very specific spots where he’s super sensitive, but he’s easily embarrassed about them

One spot is right behind his earlobe. Sit in his lap, pinch his ear and gently rub it between your fingers. The sight of Ushi’s eyes fluttering closed as his breathing picks up is truly a sight to behold

Another spot is his wrist; stare him in the eyes and kiss his wrist before a match to have his knees quake a little and shorts feel a little tighter

Actually loves to discover new kinks with you. He finds it more romantic than having a quiet dinner with you in an expensive restaurant

Can be a big ole needy baby during the off season of volleyball. Tugging on your shirt when you leave the bed, follows you into the bathroom, stands behind you in the kitchen or when you’re doing laundry. He’s not vocal with his words but more with his body

Don’t tease him though; it’s still a very new feeling for him to express

 Iwaizumi

Hates fighting with you but loves to pull you close and soothe you with a hot kiss

Has big Dom Daddy energy, but there are a few ways to make him start to crumble under you touch

If you use any piece of clothing to pull him in closer to you like his collar, his tie when he wears one, or his belt. Lean in like your gonna kiss him, stare at his lips then his eyes and then just walk away like nothing happened. You bet your sweet ass he’s gonna follow you to get that kiss

Another way that he refuses to admit he likes: play with his nipples. He’s got some fairly big and dark nipples compared to his friends and they get hard easily. Brush your fingers over them when you lean in to kiss and he’s got diamonds poking through his polo shirt

One way that he will admit is ass play. Now he’s not ready to full on take a cock in his ass, but things like your fingers, anal beads, or a vibrator? Makes him practically cum on the spot

Loves it when you get rough on him. Not like in a “I’m gonna slap you” kind of way but in the “grab him by the hair and demand he fucks you properly when he’s taking it too slow” kind of way

His cock pulsing hard inside of you and his eyes dilating is a dead giveaway of how much he loves it

 Aran

Admittedly, he doesn’t have a monster dong (sorry not sorry, not all fucking black guys have a big cock so stop fetishing it thanks – from a black woman) but it does have a nice curve to it

He’s a disgusting romantic so full on he will bust out the candles, the rose petals, and the silk robe waiting on the bed for you. He saw it in a movie once as a kid and wanted to try it ever since

He so cute though because since he is a big romantic, he’s always cooking you breakfast and singing a little song in the morning for you. He even does a little dance while carrying the tray off food just to see you smile in the morning

He’s also such a soft Dom dude. Admittedly a little scared to try an bottom for you but man does he make you feel loved when he’s in between your legs

Loves to hold your hands or hold you close when he cums. Wants you to feel how his whole body shudders because of how good you make him feel

Big ole cuddle bug so it’s best to have some towels and water bottles by the bed cause neither of you are moving unless he says so

He’s a man a of quality and not quantity, so yeah you guys only go one round of sex cause he’s bone tired after he cums. That doesn’t mean he can’t make you cum multiple times though

Hoshiumi

 A short King. We stan (I’m 5’9 so he’s short to me)

He is a meeeeessy boi dude like if ya’ll in a hurry to fuck, he’ll quickly slobber all over you and use as much spit as he needs to slide home. Loves how tight you are, but he’s careful enough to make sure it doesn’t hurt you…..too much

Loves. To. Fuck. You. Both. Dumb.

Did you just cum? Well he’s not stopping until he cums. Did he just cum? Well he’s not stopping until you cum. Wants to keep it equal

Please sit on his face. He loves it. And if you play with his balls like rolling them in your hands and squeezing them? He’s whining and panting while eating you out like a mad man

He adores it when you play with his hair when you’re cuddling. Just don’t be surprised if he starts humping against you. It just feels so good

He’s very competitive so god help you if you’re with his friends and they start talking about their sex stories.

If there’s a friend there (Hinata) that talks about the kind of kinks they do with their partner and it’s something you guys haven’t tried before? Guess what’s on the list tonight

 Asahi

God just hold him. He needs it. Another one that's is a great service top for someone who loves to lead from the bottom (me @ me)

Not the biggest set in the world but he's got passion so sex is almost always soft and sweet

He's still hot in his own ways like the way his deep grunts start to turn into softest and sweetest moans

Or the way he stares at you; eyes swirling between lust and loves with tears threatening to spill

Please don't be mean to him unless he asks. It's evident that he holds a lot of insecurities and he's trying his best for you. Love and dote on him because his aftercare is top tier

Even if you guys don't do anything special or crazy. Just some straight vanilla sex, he always makes sure that you're comfortable before you go to bed

Also he helps you establish a nightly routine with him so what's not to love about that?

Yamamoto

SIMP ALERT. Be ready for one of the LOUDEST simps out there. 

I'm talking a bigger simp than all the setters for Hinata or all the captains for Daichi

You can fit so much passion and respecting people juice into this boy right here

I don't see him being a wild boy but if you're into it then so is he. Want him to spank you? He's gonna ask how hard baby.

However if you want to do something that he seems a bit hesitant on, he’s gonna try to be overconfident with everything. Make sure you talk to him and make sure you have a solid agreement with with him. Communication is key with him!

He's a little sloppy and lazy with his aftercare but you know what, it's always fun with him

I don't know much about him but he gives off that vibe of a man that runs on pure fiery passion and motivation. Like if he’s feeling like loving on you tonight? Be ready to not do a damn thing cause youre gonna be his precious pillow gem (idk if there's a gn term for ‘pillow princess’)

Sakusa

Ooof. Where do I begin with this beautiful man. Pretty body with a pretty cock to match for starts

He’s sexy man but he has these cute little moles all over his body. He personally doesn’t like them but please kiss each one even the one on his butt. He may not voice it but he loves it so much

He will gladly do the same for you; kissing you every part of your body that you may not like about yourself.

Doesn’t have a high sex drive, but when he’s in the mood, damn you better clear your plans. He believes in both quantity AND quality so you will be thoroughly fucked out when he’s done with you

I see him as the kind of dom that goes for the kind of pleasure that benefits you both. Not a selfish lover but also not an absolute giver like the others

Yeah there are nights where he wants to treat you but others nights he’s gonna make you work for it

Tagging: @hiddenbluee, @kou-taro, @justcoffeewithoutcaffeine​

[thestarrynightslover]

I'll Make It Okay for You - Part 2

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Word count: 2,765

Warnings: Discussion, yelling, some angst, mentions of drugs, drug abuse, drug withdrawal, rehab facility and insecurities/self-sabotage (very, very slightly, tho). 

Summary: You can read Part 1 here. What happens when (y/n) (y/l/n), Harvey’s secret crush and a junior partner at his firm, openly defies him in front of everyone? 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: I think that this turned out better than Part 1? As always, I’m not sure, though. Just to make it clear here, I’m still on season 4 of Suits, so didn’t wanna get too much into any canonic details, self-preservation, lol. Anyhow, I hope you like it, and, ofc, feedback is always appreciated.

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

You and Harvey stayed in the embrace for a while, as you sunk in all the comfort emanating from him. He'd even started stroking your hair. The whole situation felt so intimate, that, by the time the two of you finally pulled away from each other, it was almost as if there was this cloud of embarrassment hovering around you both.

"Err… I'm s- sorry, I shouldn't have, um-" You started saying nervously but he cut you off.

"No, it's okay. And, um, I'm really glad you told me what happened… It's definitely a lot to deal with. And I was a complete asshole this morning. So I'm sorry." For a moment both you and Harvey just smiled at each other, sitting there in a comfortable silence. Until he decided to break it: "So, um, did you get her a lawyer? I'm assuming you wouldn't wanna represent her yourself because it could be problematic…"

"No, uh, yeah. It would be problematic.” You corrected him. “But the most I could do was make the cops get her a public defender, cause I called my dad when I was on the way there and he just wouldn't have me paying for anything else. He is a retired cop, so the pension isn't too great, the pride though… And I’m already covering Lisa's treatment because it's her best shot, but this…"

"And he wants to teach her a lesson." He completed what you were trying to explain.

"Yes."

"And you don't agree with him?" Harvey asked, almost reading your mind.

"Well, it's complicated. Because when I see what Kat's doing with her life… I get just as frustrated as my parents, and I really do want what's best for Henry." The fact that your sister wasn't what's best for her son was only implied. "But she's my little sister, you know?" As he nodded in understanding, you went on: "I wanna help her, but, at least for now, I think I'm just gonna wait and see if mom and dad change their minds… Which I think they will do! I mean, my dad was a cop for years. He knows what those places do to people. As much as we all desperately want her to get her shit together, I don't think that prison is where she'll succeed in doing so." You finished, voice filled with concern.

"Well, I don't think I would be as lenient, and compassionate, as you are, but I do see your point." Harvey told with a sympathetic smile. "Besides, she is your sister. And, trust me, I know what it is like to go out of your way to keep a sibling outta trouble." He added with a tired sigh, making you wonder how much you really knew about the man sitting in front of you.

"Either way, now I don't see much that I can do for her at the moment. Gonna try and have her attorney keep me posted, of course, but…" 

"Yeah…"

"I just… I can't help but feel guilty about all of this, you know?" You said, after having stood up and turned your back on him, finally letting on what was bothering you the most to the other lawyer.

"No, not really, I don't." He stated simply while you just looked back at him with a shocked expression on your face. "I mean, there's not a single approach on this that makes me think you're to blame for anything." He explained himself, standing up as well this time.

"Harvey, I-"

"No, (y/n), let me stop you right there. What I see here is a family going through a rough situation with one of its members. Then three of the other members just try to do everything they can to get out of the initial situation, while another one just keeps making more problems for her family. And, right now? Today? You walked out on your bosses, risking a lot, to take care of your nephew. So, tell me again, how is it that any of these things happening to your sister are your fault when you’ve done nothing but help everyone in that goddamn family of yours, huh?" He asked you in a sarcastic tone.

“Well, it is very much my fault because I’m her big sister! I should have been there for her! Advising her, helping her, just, just being her friend…” You confessed your regrets to Harvey. “But, instead, I was too busy making my career.”

“And what the hell’s wrong with that? Look, I’m a big brother too. I get it. Ever since we were kids our parents imbued us with the role of ‘the responsible one’, always telling us to look after the youngest… But, hey! If you just threw all of your work up in the air and left running every time your sister had a run-in with a problem, you wouldn’t have made it this far! Not in this field anyway!” He practically spit the words in your face, going to battle with your self-sabotage, which was a very new side of you for him. “And you’re a freaking great lawyer! One of the best that firm’s ever seen. So don’t be sorry that you didn’t sacrifice all of that for being better than the amazing sister you probably already were!”

“You simply can’t know that.” You stated in a low voice, not really knowing how to respond to everything Harvey had just told you. He really thought all that about you?

“Yes, I can!” He yelled back, stepping closer towards you. “I can know that for a fact, because,” he started again, his face pretty close to yours this time, “because, I’m beginning to finally understand, even if just a little bit, who you really are. And because I always notice all the little things when it comes to you, which, in my experience, is how you actually get to know someone. You know, the details.” He told you in the sweetest tone, giving you a charming-Specter-like smile, he leaned closer, if that was even possible, God, was he gonna kiss you?

You had to pull away slightly, just enough for him to get the message. And, boy, how you regretted it! Sure, normally, you’d have a ton of bad things to say about him, but after that night… It wasn’t really that bad of an idea, the one of Harvey kissing you. No, nuh-uh! What were you thinking?! If much, you and Harvey were beginning a friendship there! And you couldn’t, or wouldn’t, let some ridiculous thoughts about how great he smelled rob you from that opportunity! Your inner struggle was interrupted by him saying:

“Hum, I- I should probably go, right? It’s, um, it’s getting pretty late…” He said nervously. You should be relieved right now. Because this assures that things between you and Harvey (your new friend?) aren’t gonna go too off the railroads anytime soon.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll, uh, I’ll walk you to the door.” So why is it that you sounded almost disappointed when you said that? “You know what they say, you gotta walk people to the door if you ever want them to come back…” You joked a little, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, right.” He shot back simply, with a small smile on his lips. “Bye, (y/n). Have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too.” You watched him turning around to leave when you remembered there was something else that Harvey deserved to hear from you. “Uh, Harvey!” You called out.

“Yeah?” He asked, turning back around to face you. And before you could even think it through one more time, you were already jumping in his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug.

“Thank you. For tonight. For everything.” You told him, as he slowly put his arms around your waist, hugging you back.

“It was no problem, (y/n), really. That’s what friends are for.” And, just like that, your day ⎼ turned into night ⎼ had gone from Earth to Hell, and, now, to Heaven.

                                                       ---

Around 7:30 in the next morning, as you gathered some of your work stuff, you heard someone knocking on the door. Who could it possibly be this time? You asked yourself while walking there to open it.

Once again you were surprised to be met by none other than Harvey Your-New-Friend Specter standing at your doorstep. With your supposedly locked-up little sister in tow. What the hell?

“Before you say anything,” he started, “this time I come bearing gifts!” He practically beamed at you, as Kat threw herself in your arms.

“Yeah- yeah, um, I can see that.” You stated, still very confused with the whole situation.

“Thank you so much for sending your friend to bail me out, sis!” Your sister squealed out. She looked so pale and thin; winter-like clothes on, even though it was only the beginning of the fall; and she was shaking. Effects of a rushed withdrawal, you guessed. “You’re the best! Now, where’s my little baby?” She asked you, as if everything that had happened was nothing.

“He’s, uh, he’s in a day-care facility. The best in the city, you have nothing to worry about.” You informed her, who seemed rather relieved to hear that news. “Can you, uh, can you please stay here for a minute while I talk to my, uh, my friend in the office, Kat?” You asked her with a calm smile on your lips.

“Yeah, of course. I’m not gonna break anything I promise!” She told you, sounding a lot like a wicked child.

“No, um, I know you won’t. If you want something to eat, please, help yourself.” You assured her, motioning to the kitchen.

“Oh, no! I’m not hungry! Mr.Specter took me to a diner before we came here.” She let you know, which just made you even more surprised, and confused.

“Oh, he did? Well, that was very nice of yours, Harvey. So, come with me?” You asked him in a sort of mockery tone while pointing to the room he’d just been in, the night before.

As soon as the two of you stepped into the office, Harvey started desperately: “(y/n), before you come at me for not running this by you first, just, please, hear me out for a second.” He pleaded with you, to which you just nodded your head. “So, last night. I heard what you said about your dad, and you don’t have to worry about paying me anything. I’m representing your sister as a friend of yours.”

“Wait a second. You mean you’re taking this pro-bono? Harvey, you do that and the whole firm is gonna know. And you promised.” You quickly accused him, even though you were very thankful for the way he just stepped up to solve one of your problems.

“I know! Let me finish, will you?” You nodded again while muttering an apology. “I’m not going to break your trust. And I’m not handling this pro-bono. The only people I’ll have to loop in are Jessica and Donna. And you know they won’t say anything.” He told you, but you were still a bit confused. “And, before you even ask, no, that doesn’t mean that either you or your family will be paying me anything. Also, I got your sister a spot in a top-of-line, very discrete, rehab facility, I have a friend over there, who said we can drop her off at any time. I just, um, figured that it’d be the best if she got professional help this time. Plus, on my talk with her, she agreed to sign papers that make you and your parents Henry’s temporary guardians. I really think that Kat wants to turn her life around this time, (y/n). She was very- Did I do something wrong? Because, err, you know me… I always find it easier to ask for forgiveness instead of permission, but, this time, I really did think that this would make you happy...” He trailed off with a confused look on his face while scratching the back of his neck

“Oh, I am happy.” You told him, still looking absolutely stunned.

“Then why, uh, why don’t you look happy?” He asked, sounding a bit hurt.

“It’s just that… I’m kind of surprised. How did you even think of all those things?”

“I, uh, it’s like I said yesterday, I notice things about you. And I really listened to what you told me last night. So I just started thinking about ways that I could solve this thing for you, ways that I could make you happy again throughout all of this storm.” He told you and it had to be the sweetest thing you’d heard from Harvey (hell, from anyone!) in your entire life. “But I understand that I overstepped, and I’m-” But since he just wouldn’t stop talking anymore, you had to cut him off in order to shut him up.

His eyes were in absolute shock for a moment, as he just stood reactionless in your grip. But then he got the message and pulled you closer, grabbing your waist tightly while your hands stood firmly wrapped around his neck. You were pretty sure that neither one of you was still breathing at that point, but you didn’t care. Because, God, his mouth tasted so good in yours, it was like they’d been made to kiss each other. The despair both of you were investing in the kiss was huge, but it was turning into a calmer kind of fire, as the air started becoming too necessary again. He pulled your mouths apart for a minute, you resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“You know…” He started, still catching his breath. “When I mentioned you coming at me, I hadn’t really envisioned this.” He joked, a victory smile on his lips.

“Ah, well, you know how upset it makes me when you simply won’t shut up.” You shot back with a shrug of your shoulders, smiling at him.

“Huh. Wish you would’ve shut me up like this every other time.” He mocked, earning a smack in the arm from you. “Ouch! Why’d do that?”

“Because you were being a dickhead, ruining our moment.” You gave him a fake irritated glance.

“Oh, c’mon! Tell me you didn’t think about it too!” He challenged, and you didn’t feel like giving him that kind of win at the moment, so you just pulled him back in for another kiss. One that may have lasted a little longer than it should have, considering that you two still needed to take Kat to rehab and, then, go to work so you could try and save your job. But, what could you do if he, and his body, and his mouth, and his eyes, and his everything were the only things that mattered?

As he rested his chin on top of your head ⎼ that was laid on his chest ⎼, you looked up, pulling away a little, him making sure you wouldn’t fall off the small couch. “Thank you, Harvey. For everything you did. For listening. For being here right now. For everything.”

“Don’t thank me, (y/n). You’ll never have to thank me for anything. I just want you to promise me one thing.” He stated seriously.

“What?” You asked, a bit hesitant.

“That, from now on, you’ll tell me all about it, every time you have a problem.” That was easy enough, you thought. But, you being you, simply had to ask.

“So that you can be here for me?” You questioned him with puppy eyes.

He just chuckled lightly. “Well, that too. But, mostly, so that I can make it ⎼ whatever it is ⎼ okay for you.” Your heart was on the edge of not being to take it any longer. What could have you possibly done to deserve that man?

“Okay, I promise.” You said, watching his expression begin to soften already. “But, only if you promise me the same. Because I wanna make it okay for you too.” While you thought Harvey was simply gonna say yes, he started laughing at you.

“Always the kick-ass corporate lawyer, I see.”

“Would you even have me any other way?” You joked back, more relaxed now.

“Yes, of course! I’d have you in any way you came to me. Which is why I promise too.” With that, you didn’t have any other choice but to kiss him again, because crying over the fact that Harvey Surprisingly-Romantic Specter was an absolute cinnamon roll was not an option.

Taglist: @just-a-girl-with-alot-of-issues​

[donald4spiderman]

Ok hear me out. Spencer is dating Reader and she’s always hated that she’s been more chubby/curvy. And one night in the middle of a case she calls him crying and Spencer just gets really soft and calms her down after a bad nightmare. And his heart breaks cause his loving girlfriend hates her body. So Spencer plans this elaborate date and proposes maybe? You can decide if the team have met her or not. I’d like it to be the original team but if you wanna combine the original and new teams together that’s cool too!

no bc my body image issues have been rampant lately so this is personal as hell to me. I work out a lot and i’m fit but i’ve never been SKINNY like i have thick legs and muscular arms andnnfnfjndjnffn so this is personal.

I modified this a bit but it’s still the same premises hope you like it! ***BTW IN THIS UNIVERSE THE S3-7 CAST EXISTS FOR THE ENTIRE SHOW— SO THE LATER SEASONS HAVE MORGAN AND HOTCH.

also sorry this is a long

TW: body image issues, discussions of food & weight, insecurity, crying, kissing

WC: 1.5k

-

You know, pragmatically, that you have nothing to worry about. Spencer chose you. And for the past four years, Spencer has worshipped you every day— again and again. He is the most loving, considerate, and tender partner you could ever wish for. He is near perfection.

You’ve met Spencer's friends many times. You’re not close with either of your parents, so the team of profilers welcomed you into their arms with grace and care. Each and every one of them is beautifully amazing and exceptionally brilliant.

Spencer‘s friends are not only badass, but they’re also gorgeous. JJ, Emily, and Garcia are national treasures— so visually stunning it’s almost sickening.

You knew he used to have a crush on JJ way before he met you. You’ve also heard the tale of Lila Archer, the celebrity actress who made out with your boyfriend in a pool. Spencer’s had an eventful life, full of beautiful, sweet, magnificent women— so why does he choose you?

You view yourself as bland in comparison. What do you have to offer Spencer that he can’t find elsewhere? You don’t have toned abs, slim hips, and slender arms. You’re not striking in any way.

Spencer calls you every night when he’s away on a case. He’s never missed a call, even when he got shot in the neck and kidnapped by a murderous cult. He’s reliable and consistent, and that eases your worries a little bit.

It’s eleven pm in D.C. and your phone rings right as your getting in bed.

“Hi, my love,” Spencer says breathily, his voice slightly muffled by the phone. He’s away in Ohio for a case.

“Hey.” You reply, the sweetness in his voice soured by your mood. “How’s the case going?”

“Good. JJ and I are about to pass out in our beds— we’re so tired.”

You can’t help the way your face drops. “Oh. Well, get rest.”

Your about to hang up before he interjects. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why?” You know better than to lie to your boyfriend, who happens to be an expert on human behavior.

“Okay, I know a lie when I hear one. (Y/N), baby, what’s wrong?” He pleads.

You can’t help the tear that rolls down your cheek. “God, I’m sorry. I just miss you so much. You always know what to do when I’m feeling like shit.”

Spencer knows how much you struggle with self and bodily acceptance. He hates the world for making you feel anything less than incredible, both inside and out.

“I miss you too, so much, (Y/N).” His voice is thick as if he’s going to start crying too. “I love you so much, so fucking much. You have no idea how beautiful and amazing you are.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He laughs through a sob that wrecks his body. “You deserve everything in this world. I promise to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You are the love of my life.”

You wipe the tears from underneath your eyes. “Sorry for keeping you up. You must be tired.”

“Never, if it means I get to talk to you.”

“I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). More than you’ll ever know.”

-

Spencer wakes up the next day with a newfound determination. The team solves the case as fast as possible, and by the end of the night, they’ve boarded the jet back home.

Spencer has more than enough hours to think about you and how much you mean to him. Hotch is seated directly across from him, rereading the case files.

“Hotch?” The wiser man looks up from his files, raising an eyebrow.

Spencer pauses for a moment. Maybe he’d be better asking Morgan or JJ for advice, considering Hotch’s tragic circumstances regarding Haley.

But no one loves like Hotch does-- sincerely, passionately-- stronger than anything else in the world. Spencer decides there’s no one better to ask.

“How uh did you know that Haley was the one?”

Hotch’s eyes soften for a bit. He clears his throat. “I knew since the day I met her that I would love her for the rest of my life unconditionally. She makes me complete. Do you feel that (Y/N) makes you complete?”

He already knows why Spencer is asking for his advice, steering the conversation in that direction.

“Yes. She’s my world.” Spencer whispers.

“Then it’s simple, really. Love doesn’t need to be complicated and precise. It’s what you do with it that matters.”

“I want to marry her, Hotch. I want to be with her for the rest of my life.”

Hotch smiles, “Then do it.”

Spencer feels the rush of excitement as he gathers everyone on the jet, including the prior sleeping passengers, filling them in on his big plans.

“I need all of your guys’ help.”

-

There’s a firm knock on your door at four in the morning. You know it isn’t Spencer because he has a key, but who could it be?

You take a cautious look out of your peephole to find Penelope, Emily, and JJ outside.

“What are you guys doing here?” You yawn. “For god's sake, it’s four am.”

“We know, and we’re sorry.” Penelope smiles.

“Is Spencer alright?” You ask, wondering if things suddenly went wrong during the case.

But by the joyous look on their face, you know nothing somber occurred.

“Spencer’s completely fine. But, we need to you to get changed and come with us. FBI’s orders.” JJ chuckles.

You change into warmer clothes in minutes, and the BAU ladies usher you into Emily’s car as fast as possible.

“So, no ones gonna tell me what’s going on?”

They shake their heads, “We’re just... running a quick errand.”

After a few more minutes of driving, Emily parks on the side of a dimly lit street.

“I need you to put this on.” She says, holding up a blindfold.

“Are you guys gonna murder me?” You joke, slipping the fabric over your eyes with little resistance.

“Quite the opposite, actually.” You don’t have time to think about what Penelope means before you’re being yanked out of the car.

You walk, guided by JJ, for four minutes. The grass beneath you crushes below your boots, and the hushed whispers of Emily and Penelope behind you do nothing to calm your nerves.

“Okay,” JJ says, halting to a stop. “You can take off your blindfold now.”

You hesitantly slip the blindfold off, revealing a brightly lit table in the middle of a secluded field. Morgan, Hotch, and Rossi are standing off to the sides.

Suddenly, Spencer emerges from behind a tree, dusting the leaves and dirt off his adorable sweater.

“Hi?” You laugh, utterly confused by this situation. “What’s going on?”

His hands are shaking, and he has to swallow a few times before he can speak. “I-I uh got y-you apple pie— uh your favorite.”

Spencer walks you towards the table, where a small slice of warm pie sits lonely on the table.

“Y-you should um... eat it.” He urges, pointing at the knife and fork next to it.

You glance around, trying to gauge the emotions of everyone around you, but fail. Stupid profilers and their poker faces.

Your fork cuts into the heavenly smelling pie, and you scoop up a bite into your mouth.

“It’s... good? I’ll pretty much eat any pie you give me, Spencer.”

He smiles, “I know that. But t-this is a special pie.”

“Okay...”

“You should t-take a closer look— at the pie.”

You inspect the dessert, completely puzzled until a glinting piece of silver catches your eye. Spencer notices the shock in your face and catches the plate that almost falls out of your hand.

Morgan hands him a napkin, and when Spencer pulls an apple-covered ring from the slice of pie, you almost faint.

“No way.” You gasp; tears spring to your eyes as Spencer wipes the ring clean.

He holds it tightly between two fingers, bending to kneel on one knee.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I knew from the moment I met you that you were the most special woman I’d have the pleasure of meeting. A month later, you asked me out for our first date, and I couldn’t believe that someone as gorgeous and amazing as you would settle for someone like me.” You scoff at his humility.

“I spend every moment loving every part of you, (Y/N). None of my love will ever stop— ever. I promise to share my heart with you until the very end. There is absolutely no one I would rather be bonded to for the rest of my life. You are better than my dream girl because you’re real. You’re here, and you chose to love me every day— the good, the bad, and the ugly. (Y/N), will you do me the honor and great privilege of allowing me to become your husband?” You silently sob.

“Please say yes.” Spencer smiles.

“Yes!” You exclaim, pulling him up to hug him. “How could I say anything but!”

The dam breaks, and the entire team begins to cry as you and Spencer share a passionate kiss, almost collapsing down onto the grass from the sheer force of your love. He slips the ring onto your finger; it belongs there.

“I choose you, (Y/N).” He repeats.

“I choose you, Spencer, always.” You whisper into the crook of his neck.

Nothing’s ever felt so right.

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

perfect now - a close reading

only pure and true love for this one. it’s soft and sweet because the one he wrote it for is and needs cheesy uncool romcom soundtrack-worthy affirmations and it’s the most wonderful thing oh my the flurries 

some album booklet art for your viewing pleasure

((just a warning for below: while the lyric analysis was kept fairly neutral and close to the words and their meaning, more and more parallels did ensure me larrying out by the time the analysis kicked off so if you’re not into that, you can skip this one!))

⟼ check out @bluewinnerangel​ ‘s magnificent post with all the parallels to 1d/h&l bc it’s exhaustive and was a source for mine <3 thank you again for your service <3 bc this song really is a fanpiece of every song that has been important to them throughout their career so far, whether they wrote it or not, and it’s honestly kinda impressive

SUMMARY

you’re sad and i love you so much i will do anything to make that undone but while you’re sad know that i sill very much love you and you’re also strong enough to conquer all of this on your own but i’ll be by your side anyway

lyric breakdown ft. the many parallels, incl. little things, through the dark and wmyb

what this says about louis, his partner and the relationship he is in

never gonna dance again frenzy

identity 

louis is a marvellous majestic sonofabitch basically <3

walls, track 10

～ little things “you still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you’re perfect to me”

You don’t feel pretty and it’s hard to miss

You don’t feel pretty and it’s hard to miss

later lyric: “like a neon sign” - i see through you trying to hide away your insecurities

I wish that you could see my point of view As someone staring back at you

“you” is also staring at him, but perhaps is too insecure to realise how mutual the adoration is

i wish i could get you out of your own negative spiral and give you a look at yourself from my perspective

～ wmyb “everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you” 

～ wmyb “right now i’m looking at you and i can’t believe you don’t know you’re beautiful”

～ little things “you never love yourself half as much as I love you, and you’ll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to. If I let you know, I’m here for you, maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you”

On Friday night when we’re all out I turn to you and you’re looking down And you don’t wanna dance I know you love to dance You never stop given half the chance

heavy echoes of kmm again, but the opposite: the “nightmare on the dance floor” doesn’t want to dance

when “you” is confident rlly not being subtle with who i think that is, they love to dance <-> tpwk “feeling good in my skin, i just keep on dancing”

“i know you love to dance” = i know what you love bc i love you

“given half the chance” 

～ tpwk “giving/given second chances”

given a chance tattoo, making another appearance (see below for more tattoo meltdowns)

Just keep your head up, love, keep your head up

term of endearment <3 

～ dlibyh

this album is full of encouragement to keep going and as much as it gives me life it ruins me 

Don’t hide away, don’t ever change

“be happy, proud”

～ “just hold on”

“pick someone who’s supportive”

Keep your head up, love, keep your head up Don’t look away, don’t look away

don’t look away from me

～ through the dark “and I can see your head is held in shame”

Cause everybody’s looking at you now, my, oh my

they have the stage to themselves / new career paths they’re doing on their own

could also mean ppl they’re going out with are looking at them, which “you” interprets as sth negative, which makes them self-conscious, while they’re actually admiring them bc they steal the scene

～ wmyb “you’re turning heads when you walk through the door”

I guess some queens don’t need a crown And I know why Even when your tears are falling down Still, somehow, you’re perfect now

“you” is royalty to louis, to put it simply 

they don’t need something on their head to make it known to everyone else - they’re a queen and everyone knows it

gendered: female - also used in drag contexts - the only time L has used any gendered word to identify his partner on the entire album (more on this below)

～ steal my girl "she's been my queen since we were sixteen" can't believe i forgot this one thank you @mortalenemiestolovers for reminding me!!!

～ falling

～ through the dark “you tell me that your tears are here to stay”

You never do, but if you asked me to I’ll tell the truth lying next to you

“you” never asks for affirmations directly, but by saying shit like their pants are too tight make it clear enough to L that they do need to hear once in a while that it’s not true

Cause you’re the only one when it’s said and done You make me feel like being someone 

Good to you even at your worst

～ always you

i love you so much you are a force of life to me, and even when you hate me i want more

～ drag me down “If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left, the shell of a man who could never be his best. If I didn’t have you, I’d never see the sun. You taught me how to be someone” (sung by louis first, harry second) 

～ through the dark “even if you scream and shout, it’ll come back to you and I’ll be here for you

You steal the scene and it’s unrehearsed

reference to working on a stage - their natural presence wins everyone over - that charisma is never manufactured

Don’t you wanna dance? Just a little dance I’ll never stop given half the chance

L keeps encouraging them, will also not pass by any chance to dance with them

Every insecurity, like a neon sign, as bright as day If you knew what you were to me You would never try to hide away

“it’s hard to miss”

L sees through them trying to hide their insecurities, pretend to be strong

～ through the dark “but I know you were only hiding”

SYNTHESIS

Perfect Now is not a fan favorite and I am so not here for that discourse, so please do not pester me with negativity about this chocolate drop of a song. 

As others have pointed out, the parallels with other songs written by Louis, Harry or for One Direction are extremely present. Especially Little Things is echoed loudly, but there’s so much more to be read, as you’ve seen. These are songs that are clearly near and dear to Louis, bc he wrote them or bc performing them was special, like with Little Things and What Makes You Beautiful. A lot of the same emotions come back in Louis’s writing, so much so that you can’t help but see the larger story behind it all. Throughout Walls you can hear him singing about not giving up and holding your head high despite hardships, and if you look back at his earlier writing, it’s always been there. Through the Dark is an early and striking example of this style of Louis song: you’re sad and i love you so much i will do anything to make that undone but while you’re sad know that i sill very much love you and you’re also strong enough to conquer all of this on your own but i’ll be by your side anyway 

basically through the dark’s chorus:

Oh, I will carry you over Fire and water for your love And I will hold you closer Hope your heart is strong enough When the night is coming down on you We will find a way Through the dark

It is very clear that Louis is faced with a partner - I can freely say it’s Harry now right? are the antis gone by now? i think so - that struggles with his body, with his identity, with how he wants to present himself vs how opinions on that might push him down and dampen his spirit. Louis, always the supportive boyfriend, then tries his best to make him see the light, while keeping that space for his sadness, his struggles, or their joint struggles. Accept the sadness but don’t lose your heart to it.

I’ve linked @bluewinnerangel​ ‘s post at the start of this post, but I need to stress how good it is once more as I also shamelessly insert a screenshot from it here bc it makes me feel a lot and summarizes perfectly just how deeply Perfect Now is woven into the history of their lives, relationship and especially “you”s/Harry’s personal struggle with their identity/body/confidence...

Because yes, i absolutely think these tattoos are being echoed in the song. “Never gonna dance again” as a lyric and then as a tattoo on Harry’s legs like shackles around his ankles represents the sensation of shame, of being stuck, bc of your desires, bc of your sexuality. Obviously we can never know why Harry got the tattoo, as in what experience pushed him to choose those lyrics or what exactly he recognizes in himself, but it’s safe to say it’s about the struggles of being queer and navigating relationships with that identity and with others.

Most importantly, the sense of shamelessly dancing, dancing like no one’s watching, dancing together with your lover, as a celebration of self, life, love, is the key here. Harry got that tattoo ages ago, at a time when he undoubtedly felt way more stuck. When he couldn’t dance freely the way he wanted to and with whom he wanted to. Perfect Now is a reminder to him, an encouragement to still dance if he wants to, no matter what people say or think. Significantly, then, Harry’s own Treat People With Kindness heavily features that same sentiment, but in an extremely positive light: i have found a place (in life and in myself) where i feel like i have given and was given second chances and now i dance bc i finally feel good in my skin.

Louis has obviously been there from the start, or at least from when or before Harry properly started experimenting with/questioning how he likes to present and how he identifies as. Before he ever dared to consider pulling on a pair of women’s skinny jeans, never mind a ball gown. Louis has seen him limit himself as well as being limited by others ofc and has always seemed to have been there, with a secure hand on Harry’s back, to encourage him. Even at a time when boys wearing nail polish or skirts was unthinkable. Just remember how much encouragement Harry needed when growing out his hair; Louis literally joined him. yes this might make me cry okay i need to stop bc i’m going off track and this is just becoming a larry breakdown while i was trying to hype up this beautiful song. 

What I’m trying to say is: Louis has always seen all of Harry. He’s always had his back, no matter what. He’s loved every part of him. And now, on a completely gender neutral album, in the sweetest, softest song off of the entire thing, Louis puts in the word “queen”, and that is so very deliberate it makes me want to scream. It’s Louis confirming his love again and again while affirming the multitudes contained by Harry, including everything involving his gender journey. brb crying

It’s a raw Louis, an honest, sweet, kind, loving partner, and both of them are fucking lucky to have each other, and I also wish that all of us end up in a caring and wholesome relationship like that. I truly do.

[ohworm-writes]

BNA: Brand New Animal Relationship Headcanons!

bna masterlist

‼ General Dating Headcanons ‼

Featuring: Shirou Ogami, Michiru Kagemori, Nazuna Hiwatashi, Marie Itami, Pinga

Warnings: spoilers for BNA!, some angst amongst all of them, but mainly tooth-rotting fluff :,)

a/n - thank you for reading!!! BNA doesn’t have enough fanfiction content, so here you go!! i actually adore doing headcanons, so this was nice to be able to write!!! BNA is also my favorite/comfort anime soooooo I couldn't NOT write something for it!!! if you want to see more BNA related works, i’m definitely going to be open to writing them in the future!!! my requests open up next week, so drop one then if you’d like!!! thank you for reading <3

content below the cut!

shirou ogami

» wolf husband!!

» oh we all know he’s gonna be nervous when it comes to love

» he’s scared he can’t trust you at first

» it’s probably gonna stay that way until he gets comfortable with you

» which, albeit, takes quite a while

» but when he does?

» he’s all over you!!

» i like to think he’s a very cuddly person

» he doesn’t show it a lot though, but for you?

» he’ll let it slide

» he’s not one for extravagant gestures though

» so if you’re going on dates

» expect it to being either at his place, or something extremely simple

» i don’t think he’d be particularly for PDA

» but if someone were to flirt with you?

» he won’t be afraid to show them that you’re with him

» again, very cuddly

» he likes to be big spoon cause he wants to make you feel safe

» but he also likes to be held

» the memories of his comrades dying is a memory that’s painfully engraved into the very fibers of his being

» so please show him some love

» kisses!!!!

» oh he LOVES to smother you with kisses

» he’s very affectionate in private

» he just loves you so much!!!

» i like to think that michiru got the two of you together

» just like

» michiru: hey look at that beastman over there! they’re super pretty!!!!

» shirou: yeah, sure

» michiru: i’m going to go say hi

» shirou: w h a t

» also, going back to trauma-

» he doesn’t like to talk about it much

» it brings up bad memories

» so he won’t outwardly talk to you about it

» but if you want to console him?

» you’re one of the few people he can really trust and get vulnerable with

» VERYYYY LOYAL PARTNER

» he loves you, and is so scared of you leaving him

» he would never think about cheating on you (the best boy)

» maybe it ties in with him being a wolf beastman-

» shhhhhhhhhhhh

» very very very nervous to tell you that he’s the silver wolf

» he’s so scared you’re going to leave him or hate him or look at him different

» but the sweet kiss you give him when he tells you melts all of his worries away

» GIVE HIM PETS!!!!!!!!!!

» he’s embarrassed but he loves it!!!!!!!!

» his love language is quality time!!!!!!

» he just wants to spend time with you

» he’ll go out of his way to blow off unimportant things (like michiru-) just to be with you

» softie-

» but we love him <3

michiru kagemori

» AHHH MY SWEET GIRL!!!!

» i love her oh so much

» if she likes you, it’s obvious

» painfully so-

» she gets all flustered before you start dating whenever she talks with you

» tripping over her words

» making a fool of herself

» (somehow more than usual-)

» but when you express you like her back?

» you’re stuck with her

» loves cutesy dates!!

» you wanna just watch a movie???

» she’s got a pillow fort and a ton of snacks at the ready

» you wanna go for a walk?

» you’re dancing with her under the stars in the park

» she’s a sucker for that kind of stuff

» she loves showing you off too

» michiru: everyone, this is my partner, y/n, and they are the best person in the world

» y/n: michiru i-

» she absolutely introduces you to everyone like that

» she loves you too much not to express it!!!

» that leads me to her love language…

» words of affirmation!!!

» she’s going to tell you she loves you at any chance she gets

» and if you’re ever insecure?

» she’s your girl

» she’s also big on physical touch

» loves holding your hand out in public

» hugging you and peppering your face with kisses

» the whole lot!

» she’s such a goofball-

» she’d do something stupid just to make you laugh

» michiru: Y/N! I GREW WINGS! AM I GOING TO LAY AN EGG OR SOMETHING???

» when she first told you she wasn’t a real beastman, she was nervous

» but it all washes away when you hold her and tell her you love her no matter what

» she’d definitely cry at that

» she’s so grateful to have you

» and she would go to any extent just to make you happy

nazuna hiwatashi

» GOD SHE’S SO PRETTY I’M NOT EVEN GONNA LIE

» she’s a very caring partner

» when you first start dating though, she’s very nervous

» will you hate her for faking the silver wolf?

» or maybe because of her slightly dismissive behavior?

» but when you decide to stay? she know’s shes in love

» her love language is touch!

» she always wants to be touching you

» she’s not the best at expressing her love or gratitude through words

» so she lets the soft caresses, forehead kisses, and cuddles do it for her!

» oh i can imagine her being a cuddle bug

» just holding you while the two of you fall asleep

» or you holding her!

» she adores just being able to be near you

» when she introduces you to michiru

» it’s chaos

» y/n: in my defense, I was left unsupervised

» nazuna: wasn't michiru with you?

» michiru: in my defense, I was also left unsupervised

» just being absolute idiots together

» back to nazuna though…

» she gets jealous easily!!!

» you can’t change my mind

» if she thinks you’re giving someone too much attention

» she won’t be afraid to just come in and hug you until you pay attention to her

» it’s adorable

» with the church of the silver wolf tho…

» you probably met AFTER that was all said and done

» she doesn’t really have followers anymore

» and a few beastman still hold a grudge against her

» she gets insecure because of it

» make sure to tell her that you love her for her

» she really needs to hear it

» oh! she loves any romantic gestures

» fancy dates? walks in the park? sign her up!

» she loves too much not to show it

marie itami

» crime weasel

» cbhmasbbchasb okay but seriously i love her

» i like to think that she’s sly with her flirting

» but if you flirt back?

» she’s a flustered mess

» she lovesssss pet names

» she particularly likes using “baby”, “love”, “sweetheart”, and “hun”

» loves if you use some back

» her love language? acts of service

» she loves to help you with small tasks

» opening the door for you? absolutely. grabbing the remote for you? of course!

» she wants you to know she loves you, but mainly in smaller gestures

» not as much of a cuddle bug as the rest, but definitely appreciates it

» she’d never turn you down for hugs or pecks

» any time she has by herself, she wants to spend it with you

» her dates aren’t extravagant though

» cuddling on the couch and watching a movie are her specialty

» i like to think that she usually falls asleep after you

» she’ll talk with you until you eventually fall asleep

» it’s more of a protective thing if anything

» she wants to make sure that you’re okay before she rests

» she loves you so so so much

» you’re the only person she’s allowed herself to be vulnerable with

» she has her own insecurities yes, but she tends to bottle them up

» she doesn’t want to bother you

» she’s better at listening and giving advice than venting it out

» it’s not your fault, she’s just not very keen to it

» she likes to keep your relationship more private than anything

» her job is… not normal, and she doesn’t want to eventually end up making the wrong people mad and get you hurt

» so PDA is kept to a minimum

» but she’ll always make up for that in private

» telling you how much she loves and appreciates you being with her

» she doubts your relationship sometimes, thinking that you deserve better

» tell her you love her

» that you really love her

» and her heart is yours

pingua

» your honor

» i love him

» oh my goodness his love language is totally gift giving

» 100%

» you cannot change my mind

» if you look at something in a store for more than 3 seconds

» expect it to be in your possession by the next day

» he won’t say he did it

» but he totally did it

» taking you on flights???

» yes pLEASE!!!!

» he loves showing you the world from his eyes

» and adores it if you love it as much as he does

» wing hugssssss

» imagine him just draping his wings around you while you guys cuddle

» my heart-

» wait, here me out-

» y/n: mcdonalds! mcdonalds! mcdonalds!

» pingua: mcdonalds! mcdonalds! mcdonalds!

» HE WOULD THOUGH AND YOU CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND

» not afraid to get vulnerable with you

» he’ll talk about his comrades and the stupid regulations with ease

» yes, it’s a tough subject

» but you have to talk about difficult things to get through them

» he has nightmares because of it

» he wakes up in cold sweats sometimes, those images ingrained into his head

» hold him

» please

» tell him that you’re here and you’re not going anywhere

» give him kisses and help him ride it out

» aside for that, another goofball

» loves, and i mean LOVES making you smile

» also a HUGE flirt

» he’s cocky about it too

» pingua: aside from being adorable, what do you do for a living?

» y/n, dying: cjsdbivcbhshdkcjbakjcbhsadbmc

» another one who loves romantic gestures

» i like to think that he’s quite the gentleman

» restaurant dates and dancing are right up his alley

» but dear god he loves you so much

» he has no clue where he’d be without you in his life