#and send a very warm hug c:

[mwphisto]

LaDs Men and the nicknames they love

Pairings include: Xavier x Reader | Rafayel x Reader | Zayne x Reader | Sylus x Reader | Caleb x Reader

Warning, this post contains: very light smut, nothing super detailed but definitely suggestive! Also fluff! Read at your own risk!

A/N: all moving banners in the post are by @cafekitsune + please be kind, as these are just my opinion / nicknames I have for them in game and in writings I’ve done. I had fun with this one! I def have more to write so you’ll be seeing more of me soon, thank you for the support!

Xavier

🐰Baby

Xavier isn’t sure what it is about the nickname. It’s so popular, so widely used, almost cliche. Some couples even find it cringy, and for him? It’s pretty damn modern. Maybe that’s why he loves it so much. Something about the way you sound when you call him baby, the tone of your voice, the caress of your fingers. That soft and sleepy “good morning, baby.” Sends his heart into a frenzy. It sparks kiss, then two, then three, and suddenly you’re making out and he’s shoving down his sweats to get inside of you.

“Keep calling me that, please. Need you to keep calling me your baby… I love it so much… fuck!”

🐰Xavi

Simple, sweet, playful. The first time you uttered the shortened version of his name, blood rushed to Xavier’s face. It wasn’t expect it, and for some reason it gave him cuteness aggression. He felt the need to tug you close, suffocate you with his hugs and kisses and maybe slip a nibble or two in there. However, the nickname could be used as a weapon against him. You’ve become prone to using it when he’s mad or jealous. “C’mon, Xavi! He was just giving me bread.” Yeah sure, just bread. That’s the first step, next is getting into your bed. Still, there is nothing he loves more than that nickname.

“Xavi, he’s just giving me bread!” His tone is higher, mocking you as he pounds you into the mattress. Xavi being the only name you can utter as he fucks you utterly senseless.

🐰Bunny

A classic. He just… he’s so… you know? How can you not? He’s your little bunny boy, your sweet, totally innocent bunny boy. You usually call him bunny through text, sending him selfies with the bunny plushie he won you in the claw machine (seems he had a new enemy). Bunny has also become a dual nickname, he’ll call you bunny right back whenever you’re excited or… riled up. It just suits him, suits you, makes perfect sense. “we also tend to fuck like bunnies.” A prompt slap to his bare shoulder sent him into a giggling fit.

“Tell—ha—tell me I’m wrong, my lil bunny…”

Rafayel

🐚 Bub or Bubba

This nickname just came so naturally once you and Rafayel had officially began dating. It just slipped out one day and Rafayel didn’t point it out — simply because he didn’t think you noticed. Then, it happened again, and again, and again. The variation between bub and bubba and sometimes both came out within the span of a minute. Eventually he teased you about it, but you claimed you couldn’t help yourself because he was just too cute. “If you can call me cutie, I can call you bubba.” Rafayel wasn’t complaining though.

“My sweet girl.” A gentle coo in your ear as he hugged you tighter from behind, lips ghosting the shell of your ear as his hips grind forward. “Let your bubba take care of you.”

🐚 Guppy

Rafayel had a huge love hate relationship with this chosen nickname. Initially he had gotten a little defensive, pouting his lips and puffing his cheeks and accidentally reinforcing your love for the nickname in the process. Now? He actually had to admit he thought it was pretty cute. Especially when you’d waltz into his studio, arms wrapping around his neck as you peck his cheek. “Is this your latest piece, guppy? It looks beautiful already!” The nickname was sweet, so sweet it made his cheeks warm every time you used it.

“You like this, huh guppy?” He was going to lose it, tugging against the silk restraints with a frustrated whine. “C-course…” but you fixed him in place with a cool stare “I mean… yes!”

🐚 Raffie

It came out while play fighting one night and Rafayel made you repeat it three times before bursting into a fit of giggles. He’d never heard anyone make his name cute before, so it was only right that his cutie was the one to do it. Though, there was also the argument that he had never let anyone get as close to him as you were. So, in a sense, the shortened and cute-ified version of his name was yours for the taking. It always had been, he was certain of it. “Raffie, what are we gonna do today? Wanna walk on the beach?” Or “Raffie, you’re wiggling too much I’m trying to sleep” no matter the context, Rafayel loved hearing the little nickname from you.

“R-Raffie! Feels so… good please don’t stop!” Your hips jerk against his lips, a fist full of his hair in your fingers: still, the nickname slipped past your lips. You weren’t far gone yet.”

Zayne

❄️ My Love

Just like all of your nicknames for him, none of them really shone through until after the surgeon and you made things official. So, it should be no surprise that Zayne’s face turned a shade of crimson the first time you said it. “My love, where did you put my reusable cup? I need it for training tomorrow.” Poor thing, he short circuited for a good two minutes before finally telling you where the cup had been moved to. Once he was used to it? Zayne started using the nickname back at you. “My love” became a common phrase.

“My love, I’ve missed you—“ a kiss “—so damn—“ another kiss “much…!” You were all over each other, two weeks apart due to surgeries and missions really caught up to you both.

❄️ Sweetheart

You picked it up from the man himself. Every time Zayne called you sweetheart, you found yourself calling it back. Turns out you were both creatures of habit. Whatever one did, eventually the other would pick up. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Don’t stay too late, those files can always wait for the next shift.” Your voice filled this ear, a gentle sigh leaving Zayne’s lips as tired eyes scanned over his computer screen. “Don’t worry, I’ll be mindful of the time. I just have to do one more round and I’ll be on my way home. Don’t wait up for me.” The sweet nickname was the mood boost Zayne needed to finish his shift.

“Hi, sweetheart.” It was groggy, a kiss on your brow was all you needed to know your lover was home. “Hi, my love.” You shivered at the cool sensation of his hands slipping under the covers, roaming your skin in search of some much needed warmth.

❄️ Zaynie

A nickname that you had used on him since childhood, and yet it never failed to make his heart beat just a little faster. As cute as it was, it carried a level of intimacy and domestic nature that made Zayne smile. “Zaynie! It’s your day off, what do you want to do?” And — astra help him — he could think of serval things he wanted to do that didn’t so much as involve leaving his bed. You were just too cute for his heart to handle, so sweet and beautiful and— well it is his day off after all.

“How about this, my love… does this work?” Your mind is reeling, a quite plea if “zaynie…” leaving your lips out of habit.

Sylus

🍷Handsome

Sylus could have fainted the first time you called him handsome. You had done it so nonchalantly, so genuinely too, for the first time the leader of Onychinus didn’t know what to do with himself. You noticed, of course, the little hitch in his breath and the widening of his eyes. And you didn’t say a word, just tucked it in the back of your mind for later. Eventually he got used to you calling him handsome, but it didn’t stop the flutter in his chest when you did. “Morning, handsome. Are we going to go for a walk?” Sure, a walk works, but he can think of way better things to do to… warm up.

“S-so handsome, my ha-handsome boy—“ Sylus groaned, hips swiveling against yours. “Still praising me? What a good girl…”

🍷My Beloved

He thinks you got the nickname from him, considering he’s called you it a handful of times himself. So, it becomes a shared nickname for eachother, and Sylus finds himself grinning like a fool whenever he hears you calling him. “Are you ready to go, my beloved?” Your hand is extended towards him, you’re both dressed to the nines, and he swears the butterflies in his chest are about to break through his damn rib cage. “Course I am, beautiful.” With a shaky little breath, his fingers intertwined with your own. Now? It was time to get the job done… hopefully he could focus for that long—

“Couldn’t help yourself, beloved?” This wasn’t exactly your first time getting pressed up against a wall by your lover while on a mission. And it certainly wouldn’t be your last… “you know I’m insatiable.”

🍷Sy

It was so effortless falling from your lips that Sylus barely noticed it the first few times you had used it. It wasn't until the twins had begun to chuckle that Sylus picked up on the key detail his brain had been glossing over. "So domestic, boss!" to which the two of them were banished from the kitchen. All you could do was laugh, a dopey grin on your face as your lover approached you with mock disdain. "Using a nickname in front of those two... what a dangerous game you're playing, kitten." You could only continue your giggling, even as he picked you up and placed you on the marble countertop. "Naughty naughty..."

"S-sy! Sylus! Shit- slow down!" But he could feel you thrusting your hips backwards to meet his erratic thrusts. "You're so indecisive -ha- kitten."

Caleb

🍏 Honey

Caleb had been cheeky back when you pretended to be his girlfriend, using the pet name as frequently as he could to really sell the act. But, somewhere along the way after things became official, you had begun to use the term genuinely. "Hi honey." Here and "honey, where did you put the laundry detergent?" there and suddenly he was doing it too. It made him feel warm and fuzzy every time you uttered the phrase, and he didn’t dare tease you about it in fear that you’d stop using it all together. He could be your honey any time.

“You like that, honey? Like when I do this?” His lips are all over your chest, nipping and sucking and licking. “Bet you do, you’re as sweet as honey… how about I give you some of my honey too?”

🍏 Lover Boy

It had started as a joke, you even changed his name in your phone to the silly little name. Then? It was something that stuck. He’d say something to you with hearts in his eyes and you couldn’t help but chuckle, a fond smile on your face as you whisper “okay, lover boy, whatever you say.” Other times, you’d come home from work with a tired expression on your face and sleepily mutter it. And fuck did it drive Caleb wild. Sometimes he’d even use it against you, just to see your face fall apart as he pressed his body against yours, whispering the beloved nickname in your ear.

“This is what you want your lover boy to do, huh? Fuck this pretty pussy stupid with his cock? Yeah, good girl, I bet.”

🍏 Kay (pronounced like a shortened version of his name)

You’ve used the nickname since childhood, a shortened version of his name that he’s become damn near trained to respond to. “C’mon, Kay, please?” Anytime you’d want him to cook for you, or do your share of chores, or when you needed help with your homework. The list goes on and on, but Kay was such a special term to him. He loved how sweet and natural it felt coming from your mouth. Even if you were whining a majority of the time you used it.

“Kay! C’mon! Harder!” You’re flushed and drooling, nails biting into his shoulders as you plead with him to fuck you just a little rougher.

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Accidental Charisma?!

Char. - Albedo, Al Haitham, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Heizou, Kaveh, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao and Zhongli

During Highschool your bound to meet some memorable peers, you just so happen to have meet quite a few. They all seem bewitched by you but why aren't your noticing!?

Word Count: 6k ( about 500 words each )

Fluff, crack, all pining, No established relationships. Highschool AU.

GN!Reader

A/N; Procrastination goes crazy I've been writing this since 2023 😭

Albedo

‘ Oh? Sure go ahead, please sit. ’

- library lovers

- LIBRARY LOVERS

- It was just your luck that during your final exam season the library was full.

- You had no other option but to ask the beige haired boy near the back of the library to sit next to him.

- When you asked him he said yes as he looked at you in an unnoticeable trance.

- You sat down next to him and opened your laptop ready to do some hard work. But who actually studies lmao, so after five minutes you decided to look over at the computer of the beige haired boy.

- When you look at his laptop it's just rows of science opportunity offers

- huh…. Turns out he must be quite the science prodigy.

- You were most certainly flabbergasted as he slightly smirked at you

- ever since that interaction he would always sit next to you at the library and so a blossoming relationship began.

- Surprisingly the more you got to know albedo the more you realised that he is quite a tease.

- Behind his calm, cool face is a string of words ready to charm you.

- But he’s not the only one who can tease!!!!

- You're unknowingly very good at capturing his heart.

- The way your eyes focus on your laptop (or his), the silly words that you say, the way that your touch his should oh he could go on.

- He’s enchanted!! You've stolen his heart and he doesn't want it back.

- Albedo finds himself eagerly awaiting your next meeting together but he doesn't know why!

- It’s a great surprise to him when he sees your face at the library and he’s nearly sprinting to the seat next to you.

- He was the one who asked to exchange contacts with you, whilst you just thought it was a simple question he proposed in light conversation but you don't know the countless thoughts he’s had on how to ask you.

- Despite all of this it took him a while to realise what his feelings meant.

- Why did his heart skip a beat when you greet him, why did his knees feel weak when your hands brushed. Why did his heart ache when you left his sight????

- Then albedo was hit with it, he had a crush on you.

- Without a doubt Albedo is one of the top students in the science department

- So when he kindly offers to help you raise your science grades, who are you to say no??

- It turns out to be the smartest thing you've ever said yes to as your science grades went from a C to full on As!!!

- Each moment he spends teaching you pieces of content and watching you connecting the dots is one that he enjoys

- If he can’t see you in person before a test, Albedo definitely sends you a text wishing you good luck and maybe try to slip a casual cafe hangout to celebrate your efforts.

- So after all that hard work, seeing your joyful face as you present your science test with near full marks warms his heart.

- While his heart is filled with warmth when you present your results, he’s pretty sure his heart actually stopped when you gave him a hug.

- The warmth that envelops his heart when he feels you close makes him blank out, but it's his turn to pull out the moves though.

‘ [ name ], do you want to go see a movie together to celebrate your test? ’

Al Haitham

‘ 98? good job. I got 99. ’

- Whilst you're not the best at science you're pretty good at other subjects but the one person in the way is your academic rival Al Haitham.

- After all this effort to get to the top Al Haitham always score 1 or 2 points higher

- And it gets on your last nerve!

- However Al Haitham just loves seeing you all fired up and angry at him and just adores your pout as you declare that you’ll beat him the next test

- And of course he’ll entertain your declarations of war with a slight smirk plastered across his face.

- But what is a competition without a prize? Al Haitham likes to get a little favour from you if he wins ( which when given an incentive of course he will try his best )

- And whilst you’d think it’d be something embarrassing or something that would be fun but no, all Al Haitham wants is to study together with you.

- Personally he prefers to study at cafes because it makes him feel calmer knowing that your eating

- and has a guilty pleasure of feeding you food.

- Please let him feed you some cake, he won the deal so you have to agree!

- Plus when he feeds you a sweet treat he can enjoy your flustered face as old women coo as that cute couple ( you guys ) at table 12.

- and pleaseee don’t look away, He needs to savour that shy look in your eyes

- As your relationship progress more, you come to realise how he isn't as much of a jerk you though he was

- He may just come off as an arrogant and self centred guy but he's actually super attentive to others and helps out a lot of people.

- Although this may not be true for others Al Haitham will always have a soft spot for you.

- It’s simple stuff like when you both are studying together and he notices you push yourself too much he'll stop you.

- Or when he sees you nervous before a test he’ll come over and tease you if it’s a good distraction for you

- Al haitham thoroughly enjoys your presence and always finds himself looking for you in a crowd.

- You're ingrained into his routine every step of the way. Wake up, deal with kaveh, see you and then whatever after.

- He always finds himself seeing you in whatever he does without even realising it. His spoon seems particularly shiny today, just like your hair. It was so soft and shiny when he saw you today and when you turned arou- oh crap he’s doing it again.

- He also starts to try and learn more about your interests instead of reading books about academics that are hard to wrap your head around he starts reading books that are related to your interests.

- The history of how your interest came to be, what your interest is, the basics. Anything to learn more and get to know you better!

- If he can sneak in little facts or trinkets to show that he invested in your likes then he considered that day a win.

- He likes impressing you and enjoys being around you and that intensified the moment he realised he was in love with you.

- it was over for him once you laid your head against his shoulder.

“ Oh crap. ”

Ayato

‘ Well then, want to head down to the boba shop today? ’

- The charming school prince

- This man has an entire fan club dedicated to him.

- Ayato is known for his charming personality that seems untouchable from afar. His soft, pale skin, his alluring eyes that entice everyone in, his general vibe and presence just attracts everyone in a room.

- He’s even well liked because of how wealthy he is.

- You personally don't even clearly remember how you became friends with Kamisato Ayato

- One thing led to another during some after school cleaning and now you Ayato call you guys buddies.

- He enjoys teasing you about the littlest things, whether it’s your choice of drink or a little quirk of yours. He just enjoys making fun little quips about it.

- You're just so done with him and his teasing but he'll never stop. No, he enjoys it too much.

- Sometimes his teasing is borderline flirting and he’ll constantly push you to the edge ( never too far or to a point where your boundaries are crossed though )

- Ayato enjoys being around you because you arent chasing him or staring at him with hearts in your eyes. It feels so refreshing knowing he can be himself without you squealing and fangirling about his every little action.

- From a young age Ayato has always been admired and adored by those around him so meeting you was like a breath of fresh air.

- So when he realised his feelings for you he could enjoy that feeling of the chase to gain your love.

- On the weekends or after school ( really anytime he can convince you to go ) he likes to take you to his favourite boba store down the street from school.

- Of course he’ll cover the bill because that's the gentlemanly thing to do!

- The kind old lady at the front always give him a 50% discount though ( and that might be because his family does own the entire chain but don’t worry about that )

- When you both sit down and if Ayato decides that he doesn't want to tease you as much today he company is extra nice and can lead to some pretty deep conversations.

- and of course he’ll walk you home after you two drink some boba and have a nice little chat

- He could call his driver and have him come drop you guys off but he doesn’t want to seem pretentious to you.

- Plus it’s nice creating new memories with things you see on the walk back to your place.

- Whilst hanging out with Ayato there is almost one thing that consistently happens

- One poor girl decides to take her shot at confessing to the elusive and charming school prince

- Whether he’s handed a letter or pulled to the side, he’s got confessions coming for left and right.

- For those who make the endeavour to ask him directly they will sadly be met with a hard no.

- And for those who dare to ask him why not might be met with a charming Ayato saying he’s waiting for someone else to fall for him.

- And of course he’ll come back to your lunch spot all smiles and his usual demeanor

- And whilst although you’ve never consider Ayato as someone who you’d have a crush on, some others see your friendship in a different light.

- I mean why do you get the privilege to hang around Ayato when it should be them!

- Anyone daring to comment on it to your face can try but will definitely be served with a notice of expulsion.

- you don't need to know though, if it's to preserve your friendship Ayato will go to great lengths.

“ How rude of them, don't let it get to you. Want to go get some Boba? “

Childe

‘ [nameeeee] can you help me bandage up my arm? ’

- Your local bad boy delinquent

- One day you were walking home and you just happen see this guy from your school half awake and bleeding

- Of course being the good person you are you help him out, putting some bandages to the places that look like it needed it the most and wiping the blood off his face with some wipes.

- From the moment he could see you clearly he was starstruck and looked like he saw an angel.

- Even though you happened to be wearing a facemask that day, Childe asked around and happened to find out your identity.

- And so he has now dubbed you his nurse and comes to you whenever he's injured.

- Because of his frequent injuries you have now resorted to keeping a first aid kit on you stocked with everything that you could possibly need.

- You could become a nurse at this point!

- If he can he will definitely join you for lunch and as a thank you he will buy you overpriced canteen food or will bring his own fancy food that you didn't even know he could afford.

- And on the days he’s not having lunch with you, he's typically beating up people, serving detention or hanging out with this gang who he says are called the Fatui or something.

- Childe likes to impress you and thinks that his Kawasaki Ninja H2 R Motorbike will definitely catch your eye ;) he spent a lot of money on it and it has a nice sound to it. ( why aren't you going ‘ wow childe you so awesome and cool! ’ ?!! )

- Another way he tries to impress you is by taking you on random outings dates in his eyes.

- Bowling, Laser Tag, PaintBall, Arcades, anything where he can show you just how talented he is!

- Yeah sure he only got 2 strikes the entire time and it took him 8 tries to get you that plushie but still he was really good at laser tag and paintball!!!

- Childe genuinely knows that you are a good person and wants to introduce you to his family.

- He just knows that his younger siblings will love you and that his older siblings and parents will like you as well. ( He knows he’s a rowdy kid and you’ve helped him calm down alot )

- He would definitely invite you over for a sleepover and just wants you to have a good time!

- He definitely helps his mum cook dinner the night you come over and tries his hardest to make the best Borscht he can.

- Although he intends to just spend the night chilling with you, his siblings have stolen you and you’d somehow be roped into seeing Teucer’s ruin guard plushie collection!

- Childe is an extremely loyal guy and would go to great lengths to protect your friendship together. He knows that hanging around you might affect your reputation but it’s that selfish part of him that wants to hang around you.

- But if people ever talk bad about you he will not hesitate to go have a little ‘ chat ’ with them and tell them not to mess with you.

- He will just casually drop ‘ need me to beat anyone up for you? ’

- He does want to get to know more about you and your interest so he got the genius idea to take you on a shopping spree to learn more about you.

- And don’t worry about paying, he's got it covered!

“ Don't worry about looking at the prices I've got it covered ;) “

Cyno

“ Nice TCG deck, wanna play? “

- A school athlete that a lot of people get along well with

- He seems like a scary guy and that scares a lot of people away from trying to talk to him but he’s actually a pretty chill guy.

- He has a few friends like Tighnari, Kaveh and Al Haitham but still people don’t see him as a super friendly person.

- The way you met him was actually kinda silly. You were going to a TGC convention and faced off in a match. Whilst you didn't beat him ( who could ever ) he was very impressed by your playing skills.

- The two of you striked up a conversation and ended up getting along really well.

- You both exchanged numbers and hung out alot together.

- Whether it was practicing your TGC skills or something else Cyno and you just clicked really well.

- You didn’t even realise he went to your school until one day you were walking in the halls and saw him.

- Of course after the initial shock wore off you went up to him and just hit him with a million questions.

- After he answered all of your questions ( he’s patient with you so he’ll listen to everything you have to say ) he offered to walk you to your next class.

- The two of you walked to your classroom whilst oblivious and dense you giggled at Cyno’s ‘ jokes ’ unaware of the people shocked at the two of you.

- By the time you had gotten to your classroom and waved Cyno goodbye, you’re met with multiple people surrounding you asking how in hell you’re able to talk to Cyno so casually.

- you didn't know you went to the same school until you saw him in the halls

- you went up to him and struck up a chat as he offered to walk you to your classroom ( giggles you guys... GIGGLES [ what am I on..] )

- you didn't know how popular Cyno was until once you came into class some of your classmates you know better interrogated you on how you know Cyno.

- That was pretty difficult to explain haha

- Cyno is a bit of a dork when it comes to hanging around you but he knows you won’t judge him so he’s glad that he can be himself around you.

- It could be a 2 hour rant about a new TCG card deck or going to an event about one of his interests and Cyno goes weak in the knees knowing that you’ll join him.

- Whenever you're playing in a TCG competition together Cyno insists that the two of you sign up as a duo.

- Because there’s no one better than you to be his TCG partner!!

- He definitely saves up to get you some fancy cards and sleeves because he’s like that <3

- When it comes to his sporting world he wants you to be a part of it!

- He’ll invite you to his games ( please say yes or else he’ll be sad all day ) and you secretly dedicate his next shot to you. He’s glad he didn't say it outloud though because he missed…

- if you want to borrow his jersey he's happy to hand it over!

- He knows you've got some admirers out there so he's gotta let people know to back off.

- He'll also invite you to his practices and say that if you want to have Cyno try hard in practice, inviting you to come is key.

- But of course on the walk home he’ll give you her jacket because it’s cold out here!

“ You can keep the jacket, just make sure your warm “

Heizou

“ Come on partner, we've got to solve the mystery! “

- The self proclaimed best detective of the 21st century

- Heizou believes that it must some higher being above that allowed the both of you to meet, because from the moment Heizou’s eyes rested upon you he thought he saw an angel

- He thanks the world that some idiot ( Kaveh ) lost his book because now he could go up and ask if you’ve seen it.

- And when you smiled slightly and offered to help him find the book, goodness you're pretty and kind?! You're just perfect.

- Well from the moment the two you found that book, Heizou officially declared you his fellow detective partner

- He's very attentive to your reactions and even if you conceal how you feel he can read you like an open book.

- Because of this skill, it allows him to be responsive to your needs and feelings.

- He’s always doing things that will make you happy and excite you. If you mention that you want a cute keychain you bet that he’ll line up for 2 hours just so he can get it for you, and hey look he’s got a matching one!

- As well as that he’s a really caring guy and always just happens to have exactly what you need. Got a cut on your finger? Here's a bandage! Feeling thirsty? He has an extra bottle of water so drink up!

- He also always brings you snacks for whenever you're out and about with him and they will always be your favorites so really you just walk out with nothing on your person and Heizou would have everything you need.

- Heizou loves to spend time with you but you're always so busy :( so he has to get your contact so he can text you all the time!

- He loves sending you funny memes or just selfies of his day ^.^

- He’ll send you selfies of whatever he’s doing whether that's what he’s eating, a picture of him or just something funny, your phone never lacks notifications from Heizou.

- Heizou also likes to facetime you so he can see your beautiful face and hear your gorgeous voice gently chide him.

- Although he is mindful that you need to sleep, there’s just some nights where he can resist it and has to call you.

- He’ll try to be more chill and keep his energy down but he’s a very happy guy whenever he’s around you.

- Heizou loves spending time with you and listening to you talk and what better way to spend time with you then doing some good old detective work?

- He loves helping you grow your investigative skills and making memories with you.

- Because being a detective means going out and about, going to new places and spending time with you.

- Though there is a downside for poor Heizou.

- Because you're such an enchanting beauty and of course everyone else can see that. He has to watch other guys try and shoot their shots! He’s playing the long con ok?

- He’s a lucky guy though because you always reject these unworthy boys.

- But besides that a detective day out means he gets to treat you to a nice meal and pick up some little trinkets on the way

“ You should hang out with me more [ name ], these other guys aren't as entertaining! ”

Kaveh

“ What would I do with you [ name]?? ”

- The MOST disorganized man on the planet

- seriously! 

- The two of you guys met because he dropped all of his books and papers on the floor and you helped him pick it all up.

- The poor guy had dark eyebags and he just looked done with everything. You couldn't help but feel pity for the poor guy and offered to help him carry his stuff and since then you've hit it off.

- Kaveh is in need of someone to help him out and you're the best option! You help him study, you remind him to eat and you cheer him on!

- Kaveh is so grateful for you and genuinely doesn't think he could move forward without your help.

- He doesn't know how to repay your kindness to him but despite him being piss poor, he’ll try to treat you whenever he can. He’ll save up from his part time job so that he can take you to a fancy ramen place down the street.

- He’ll tell you to pick whatever you want and he’ll even treat you to a fancy dessert!

- It makes him glad knowing that he can at least treat you to a nice meal even if it’s not close enough to expressing his gratitude.

- Aside from fancy food places though, Kaveh always knows the best spots and places to have a good time!

- So when the both of you are free on the weekends Kaveh will take you to a fun weekly music performance from a place called the Zubayr Theater. 

- It’s a delightful time talking about just anything whilst having beautiful music in the background.

-  Kaveh is a really smart student and is really good when it comes to art. 

- When he can’t concentrate on drawing his buildings for a project he’s working on, he finds himself opening up one of his sketchbooks that has a bunch of drawings of you.

- You're just such a beauty that Kaveh wants to remember your face. Etch it into his mind. You are his muse and will always be his muse.

- The one issue when it comes to his personal life is his roommate Al Haitham. He’s so annoying and is apparently also friends with you! 

- Kaveh didn't even know Al Haitham was able to form friendships with other people. But because of his stupid roommate he can’t invite you over to show you all of his designs because he can’t let Al Haitham annoy you or even worse steal you for himself!

- Despite being horrendous at taking care of himself, Kaveh is surprisingly good at taking care of other people.

- He did it for his mother for a while and he helped out at the retirement village down the street when he was younger. 

- So when you come down with something Kaveh is faithfully by your side ready to help cure you.

- He’s got a med kit by his side ( he got the idea from your medkit ) just in case you need some painkillers, he’s got a cooling cloth on your head being changed out 24/7, he got some ingredients for soup that he’ll get started on soon and just anything he can think of that would be helpful for you.

“ No, no, no, don't get up!! You're always taking care of me so let me take care of you for once. ”

Kazuha

“ Want me to share my notes with you? Don't worry I've got you covered :) ”

- Even though you only share your english class with him he has quickly become one of your good friends ( he hopes to be more than friends though )

- During your classes if you every get bored you'll find a cute little poem written on a torn out price of paper or a game of tic tac toe to entertain you.

- When it comes to the poems it’s always a guessing game about what he’ll write as he likes to experiment with what to write about but most of the time the poems are always nice and calming.

 - Speaking of calmness though, Kazuha himself is such a calming presence to be around! His voice is so calm and soft and his eyes always put you in a bit of a trance.

- This really comes in handy for Kazuha for whenever he sees you stressed out over a test as it seems that you like to listen to his voice and typically agree with him when he asks you to take a break.

- Kazuha is always one with nature when he’s not in class he enjoys making mini flower bouquets for you or just putting flowers in your hair whenever he gets ahold of some pretty flowers. 

- He also gets along well with animals such as stray cats and dogs, birds, squirrels, you name it! ( Irl disney princess trust )They just seem to be attracted to him so whenever you hang out with him it’s just cuteness overload of all these cute animals ( and Kazuha? )

- Kazuha likes buying you blind boxes because after all these difficult exams and just the toil of school work he feels glad that he can be the source of your reprieve.

- It doesn't really care for any of the brands but tries to get series he knows you like, like the bald green ones. He doesn't really care for the price as long as they’ll make you happy.

- It is the sudden dopamine rush that comes from you that makes him get excited. The actual content of the box doesn't really matter to him, he just enjoys seeing you happy.

- Which is why when he sees you upset his heart just breaks. If he can, he'll provide reasonable solutions that will help solve your problems, but he’s just as glad to provide you wordless comfort, just rubbing your back.

- If it happens that some people hurt you, he is not afraid to ask that sketchy gang called the fatui or smth to help out. He knows your friends with that ginger delinquent guy so he knows that he can get people to help him out.

- Likes to take you to laser tag as it’s a thrilling experience and he enjoys watching your focused gaze look for him in the dark. 

- Even as you carefully look around and try to avoid other players you still can’t catch him!!

- But he’s nice so he surprises you and grabs your hand, twirling you and just trying to show you how cool he is. Hoping to catch you in a trance before his ultimate betrayal of shooting you.

- Of course whilst he’s helping you take your equipment off he’ll apologise but still a betrayal is an unforgivable crime

“Sorry to get you there let me make it up to you with overpriced fries”

Wanderer

“ they're staring at me not you it's fine, don't worry “

- your local popular outcast. 

- people are sure he's a cool dude but most of the time people are too scared to even look at him. 

- Once a girl attempted to ask him out but all that was left after the confession was a sobbing girl, the indifferent Wanderer and a few shocked people. Well at least according to rumours that had people now scared of him.

- At the start of the school year you had been placed in the same history class as him. The time had come for pairing up and you noticed that there was one guy everyone was avoiding like the plague. Wanderer.

- so you made the brave decision to ask him to be your partner for the project. Surprisingly he agreed.

- the more you worked with him you ended up bonding with him more and became good friends

- You guys both have matching keychains together of cats which when you gave it to him he said he wasn't going to use it but surprise he now has it on his backpack. 

- after school sometimes you both head over to your local 7 /// 11 and he buys you that expensive $20 small tub of ice cream 

- you both sit on a bench and vege put on the food you got. 

- You spend your time chatting together and eating your food but when you go to pop something in the bin you miss his burning red face. 

-Wanderer tolerates nearly nobody, everyone is always scared of him or just leaving him alone so when you came along and didn't leave him he truly fell in love. 

- he'd never admit it though despite how deep his love is he's always will try to be nonchalant. 

- but he's always trying to impress you 

- Wanderer enjoys taking you to different places that allows him to show off his skills

- such as the skatepark or a motorbike meetup

- he's very skilled at driving a bike and is amazing at skateboarding 

- he'll even teach you how to skateboard! 

- he may not be the most patient teacher but he'll make sure you know everything. 

- extremely cautious when it comes to you skating though 

- he gives you every price of protective gear possible. Knee pads, arm pads, helmet, everything!! 

- but don't worry you'll be fine 

- it's like 10pm and the sky looks like it's never seen the sun but don't worry he's very alert 

- if you're at a bike meetup he's got you right next to him or in eyeshot and if anyone suspicious tries to talk to you best believe he's staring them down. 

-despite the fact that he's in denial over his feelings, he'll always be there for you. 

- if you've got a performance or event going on, best believe he's there to support you, whether that's watching you perform and helping you setting up and other things. 

- however if there is one thing that wants to keep you away from is his mothers. 

- he says that they're both freaks with purple hair and pink hair. He knows the moment he brings you home he'll be met with lots of teasing from a specific pink haired lady. 

- but if you want to go visit his home he'll take you. 

“ just ignore my mums they're weird ”

Xiao

“ Sorry I think you got my drink, it’s a black coffee with three shots of espresso. ”

- Xiao is basically the same as Wanderer, but much nicer. 

- He seems mean and scary but really he’s a nice guy who’s always doing nice things!

- his reputation precedes him as the silent guy who helps carry others' stuff, the guy who blocked a ball from a girl's face, the guy who picks up rubbish off the ground and so much more. It's a stark contrast from the black mask and bangs that cover his face. 

- After a chance meeting and mixed orders at your local tea place the two of you got along instantly 

- It soon became a routine that the both of you walk home together at least once a week. 

- he’d like to walk home with you more often but he’s too shy to ask you so he’ll just take what he can get.

- however once you got cornered by a pair of delinquents and he found out so he mustered up the courage offered to walk you home more often

- So when you agreed to walk home together 3 days a week Xiao felt as if he won in life.

- If you’re going home later because you have a club on, or are studying, Xiao will wait for you and maybe even join what you’re doing.

- He wants to make sure you're safe so despite the fact that he’s not super intimidating to thugs he’ll always glare at anyone who seems to have any bad intentions towards you. Scares them off easily! 

- Xiao is always remembering the little things

- once you were complaining to him about dry lips and the next day he brought you a four pack! ( peach, strawberry, vanilla and raspberry in case you're wondering ) 

- he remembers your odd little habits, your interests, what do like to do and everything else 

- If you want to do something he’s always in to try!

- Once, you both decided to join a club but had quit the first week due to the entire time spent with everyone asking him questions or trying to flirt with him.

- When you both left the club he was so sorry and repeatedly apologised to you because he knew you wanted to join a club and even though he said he’d join with you he’s the reason why you had to quit and- you get the point.

- Just stuff a piece of bread in his mouth to shut him up! 

- and you’ll shut him up alright because when you did that his face was absolutely red!!! 

- Xiao is quite clueless when it comes to his feelings towards others but with you his heart was set and he knew that he liked you. 

- Xiao loves being useful and would willingly become your butler if you asked. 

- He wasn't particularly looking to get his driver's licence but when you asked him if he could drive you somewhere and he could, Xiao was on it.

- He likes to do things for you and his love language is definitely acts of service.

“ I’ve got a drivers license now and so I can take you places now! ”

Zhongli

“ Would you mind if I sat with you again today? I quite enjoy your company ”

- the sophisticated student Council president

- to the masses he seems intimidating but when you pay for his lunch one day he seems to be a much more complex individual 

- One day you’re at the lunch line and the guy in front of you seems to have forgotten his card. Wait..... is that the council president? !

- out of the kindness of your heart you paid for his lunch and ended up sitting next to him. 

- sitting next to him one time turns into multiple days a week! 

- the more you talk to him the more he seems like a normal person

- the elusive and intimidating perspective everyone seems him as is far from the truth

- He loves telling you stories!! You both spend many afternoons together listening to him talking about his stories 

- he also loves listening to you telling stories as he loves to learn more about you and find out what makes you, you.

- he’ll always remember every detail of what you tell him and if possible he’ll try to rekindle your memories.

- If you told him about a bookstore you used to go to as a child he’ll drive you there and spend time with you there. 

- It makes him glad to be responsible for eliciting such a happy reaction from you.

- Despite never his carelessness regarding his money he always seems to have just what you need. 

- if you want to go get some tea, he knows the sweet old lady who runs the shop and she’ll give you two a discount or just cover the cost, on the house!

- Zhongli also seems to have anything you need when it comes to oddly specific items. If you need a brown hair tie he’ll just happen to have one.

- In general he likes to care for you and make sure you have everything you need.

- Zhongli has long hair and just LOVES it when you play with his hair or do different hairstyles

- He likes it when you braid his hair and if possible he’d love to braid your hair!

- He has a deep appreciation for making memories together and truly cherishes the time you both went to a perfume making class.

- The both of you decided to make a scent for each other and he absolutely adores the musky, woody scent you decided on.

- He once ran out of it because he uses it everyday so he went back to the story just so he could remake it.

- It’s his signature scent and he’ll never wear anything else if possible.

- Despite having many duties to attend to, he is always looking out for you and just looking to spend time with you.

- when possible he’ll come to hang out with you or ask you to accompany him during a task. 

- He doesn't realise it but he definitely prefers you hanging out with him over others.

- if he knows you have goals you want to complete he’ll definitely go out of his way to help you accomplish them!!

- Whether it’s academic, fitness, spiritually he doesn't mind as long as he can help you.

- He’s content with waking up earlier or sending you reminders if it means helping you out!

“ You’ve got this, just a little closer now… please take some breaks though ”

[theambitiouswoman]

How to heal your nervous system after a lifetime of abandonment

If you’ve only ever experienced abandonment—whether emotional or physical—your nervous system has likely been in survival mode for most of your life. This means your body and mind have adapted to expect instability, making safety feel unfamiliar and uncomfortable. Healing isn’t just about “thinking positively” or “moving on” but about rewiring your nervous system to feel safe in connection, in stillness & within yourself

When abandonment becomes a pattern, your body learns to stay hyper vigilant, always scanning for signs that people will leave. It will emotionally shut down to avoid further pain. You will attach yourself quickly to people because you are scared that if you don't, you will lose them. You will feel unsafe in healthy relationships and sabotage them

This isn’t a mindset issue—it’s a nervous system issue. Your body is conditioned to see abandonment as inevitable, which is why true healing must happen on a physiological level

So to take control, you have to teach your body that safety exists (even if you don't believe it). And since you probably don't know why that is, you have to start small

I have spoken about these things before, but I am going to explain what they actually do, so that you see that even though they seem silly and pointless, they are very important. You thinking everything has to be a struggle and difficult is just you thinking from a place of survival

Grounding exercises - Grounding actually engages your sense to bring you back to the present moment and help reduce anxiety. Walking barefoot, holding something warm, or pressing your feet into the floor sends signals to your brain that you are physically here and safe. It activates the prefrontal cortex (the rational part of your brain) and quiets the amygdala (the fear center) helping you feel more in control

Weighted blankets- Trigger the release of serotonin (the "feel-good" neurotransmitter) and reduces cortisol (the stress hormone). Deep pressure mimics the calming effect of a hug, which lowers heart rate and blood pressure. It helps regulate the autonomic nervous system, shifting you from fight or flight mode to a state of rest and relaxation

Breathing exercises - They activate the parasympathetic nervous system (PNS), which counteracts stress and signals safety to the brain. Inhaling for 4 seconds, holding for 4 and exhaling for 6 stimulates the vagus nerve, which lowers cortisol and increases feelings of calm. Longer exhales specifically slow your heart rate, reinforcing a sense of control and relaxation

These small habits may feel insignificant at first, but over time, they help retrain your brain and body to recognize safety—not as something foreign, but as your new normal

Abandonment leaves deep emotional wounds, often from childhood. If no one ever soothed you, you must learn to soothe yourself

Affirmations for safety: Instead of just saying “I am worthy”, try “I am safe in this moment” or “I do not have to earn love”

Inner child work: Imagine speaking to your younger self. What would they need to hear? Start telling yourself those things daily

If you’ve only known unpredictable or inconsistent love, you may chase people or push them away before they can leave. Start practicing security within yourself first by keeping small promises to yourself. Surrounding yourself with emotionally safe people, even if it's just online or even books at first. Something that feels SAFE to you

Your nervous system might be wired to assume people will leave, so you either cling or detach first. Instead, start training yourself to trust in small ways by watching for people who are consistent, emotionally available and respect your boundaries. You are taking back control by paying attention to their actions and deciding if you want them in your life. When something feels safe, let it last as long as it should, don't sabotage it just because you are expecting the worst. You are worthy of good connections

Teach your nervous system that love doesn’t have to be earned. That you don’t have to fight for people who are meant to stay. You are not broken—you are healing

[monstersholygrail]

I gotta study +++ until like mid-june for an exam and 😩😩😩😩😩

Convincing myself that monster!roommate is doing smthg or whatever to keep myself motivated until then or else I'll lose it gjksbflskf

Anyway sending you lots of love and hugs, thank you for sharing your braincells with us poor and horny peasants 😩❤

Ugh, studying is the worst! I never found typical reading from a textbook very helpful in helping absorb information. I always liked going over it with someone and that way it made things a little more fun. Sending lots of love and good luck back to you for your exam!!

And best believe that Monster!roommate will be right there beneath you— I mean, right there beside you, cheering you on.

He totally wouldn’t be tucked under your desk, hands gripping your plush thighs and keeping them spread all nice and wide for him. His needy eyes drinking you in, watching your pretty pussy flutter around nothing as you get more and more wet. Both of you a wreck before he’s even touched you.

“C-c’mon, please. One more page ‘n I’ll eat you out,” he pleads voice all whiny.

Turning his head he nuzzles into your inner thigh, tongue darting out to sneak a taste. You gasp, squirming in your chair, desperately wanting more.

“Just pass a practice test and I’ll fuck you raw, please, baby, anything!” Your roommate cries into your warm softness.

His pleas act as your motivation, fueling you to get your work done fast so you can spend more time getting ravished by your Monster Roommate.

[riki-dazed]

You and your new boyfriend, Riki, decide to progress your somewhat secretive relationship

fluffy and very suggestive ♡ wc: 1k

You hear the front door to the dorm open and shut, and with an overly excited smile playing on your face, you hurry off the bed you were sprawled across.

Riki's face lights up when he turns his body and notices your figure before him in the livingroom. He greets you, pulling you into a comforting hug almost immediately after dropping his bag by the sofa.

"Since when did you have the courage to sneak in by yourself?" He teases, you can't see it but you can most definitely feel his smile pressed against the skin of your neck. He leaves soft pecks along it as your hands meet behind his back.

"Jay let me in this morning," You reply sheepishly, your gaze trailing off to focus on things behind the boy in your grasp.

Your partner in crime also made sure to let you know, with a wink, that Riki would be the first to arrive back to the dorm that evening, since the others were going to be out until later in the night.

The thought of having Riki all to yourself, finally, was enough to send your mind spiralling all afternoon as you hung out in his room waiting around.

Your boyfriend laughs at your reply, his face staying nuzzled in the crook of your neck. Though, you could sense something about his mood and energy was off.

You can tell he had endured a long day of dancing by the way his body is clinging to yours, the whine he lets out as you pull out of his embrace confirms it for you. With his hand in yours, you gently walk him over to the sofa.

"Sit,"

He follows your command, his gaze staying intently locked on you, not leaving your figure as you step into the kitchen to get him a drink.

"Did you want something to eat? Takeout?"

He shakes his head lightly while simultaneously taking the glass of water you've offered him,

"later- thank you, my love,"

You feel your face warm up as you join him on the sofa, there was nothing more you loved than having Riki calling you his love.

His head falls onto your shoulder with a huff, and you let the exhausted boy rest for a couple of moments, snuggly cuddled into your side.

"Did you want me to rub your shoulders?" You offer shortly afterwards, your voice quiet and calming as you fiddle with his long fingers that rest on your lap.

You didn't like knowing he was sore and in pain, you'd do anything to help ease the tension. Your instinct to take care of him has already kicked in, there's no way of stopping it now.

A barely noticeable smile creeps onto his face, his eyes flutter open. He's obviously excited but his exhaustion is preventing him from expressing that. He nods eagerly on your shoulder as he's looking up at you, his endearing reaction making you chuckle.

You hold your breath as your smile begins to slowly fade, the sight of Riki's fingers unbuttoning his shirt catches you off guard.

"Ah, Riki.. y-you can keep it on if you're more c-comfortable that way-"

You've seen your boyfriend topless only a handful of times, considering it hasn't really been that long since he had asked you to be his little secret. Everything is still new to the both of you.

Riki doesn't reply, though, the smirk on his face speaks for itself. Your face warms yet again as you think back to your stuttering from moments ago, it was humiliating but he enjoyed every bit of it. Almost as much he's currently enjoying having your eyes scan his bare torso.

You thought you were pretty decent at hiding your thoughts away to yourself throughout the beginning of this relationship.. but little do you know he's aware of exactly how needy you are, he's known since the start.

The feelings are more than mutual between the both of you but his busy schedules lead to long days, and long days mean barely being able to spend time together. There was simply no time to satisfy any needs. The both of you have only had your imaginations to look up to, until now.

Your eyes trail upwards from his hands that stay working on the buttons. You focus on his eyes, which are already settled upon your own. They're sparkling out of excitement, yet they're so intimidatingly dark at the same time. Your mind becomes foggy as you start wishing it was you unbuttoning that top of his.

His gaze stays locked on yours as he pulls the dark fabric off his smooth skin, almost in a teasing manner.

He's so alluring

Your breath almost hitches as the eye contact sends shivers down your spine, and you start wondering if he can read your thoughts.

You're knocked out of your trance when you feel soft fabric hit your face gently. Riki giggles to himself quietly, receiving a head shake from you.

"Lay down," you order softly, discarding his shirt to the side in the process,

"You sure do love to boss me around,"

You swear your stomach collapses on itself.. you don't reply to his comment.

The smug boy happily obliges and lays down with a groan, you adjust yourself, climbing onto the back of his thighs- straddling them.

Your eyes stay intently glued onto his bare back, his muscles dance so beautifully underneath all of that skin.

Is he flexing his muscles on purpose?

The weight training is paying off..

Your hands get to work on his back.

His skin is smooth

He's so warm..

..and so broad

You feel him instantly relax underneath your well trained touch, quiet sighs of relief continuously escape his pretty lips. He tilts his head to the side, giving you the perfect view of them.

Your heart rate picks up its pace with each and every little sound he lets out. Your mind is racing, though you do your best to act unfazed.

Riki goes on and on about what he had on his to-do list that day, his voice is low and soft, his eyes shut. He's almost slurring his words due to his relaxed state.

The sound of his deep voice alone has you stuck in a daze, you can barely comprehend the words he's actually saying.

You lean down, your lips coming into contact with one of Riki's shoulders. His voice quiets down mid-sentence, signifying you've successfully caught him completely off guard.

You catch yourself in the moment also, your eyes slightly widening at your sudden actions. He hums at the feeling of your lips against his skin, his satisfaction awakening something within you.

What is this feeling...

The both of you love to tease one another playfully but nothing more has happened other than your regular cuddling sessions, and occasional kisses here and there.

You haven't even made out properly with him yet.

Something about leaving wet kisses along the warm skin of Riki's shoulders felt so incredibly intimate, you feel yourself getting insanely worked up.

Finding a sudden surge of confidence, you continue your actions, moving onto his neck.

Riki's breath shakes.

"Turn around," You whisper beside his ear. He pulls his bottom lip in-between his teeth, attempting to hide his smirk.

You're now propping yourself up on your knees, hovering above Riki's hips. He's gazing up at you through his hooded eyes. Strands of dark hair are messily scattered across his forehead, he looks ethereal.

You bite at your own lip, continuing to admire the boy beneath you.

Your hands rest on his chest, and his find their way to your face, giving your cheeks a soft squeeze. His thumb glides along your bottom lip. A shy smile finds its way onto your face as you break the eye contact, the bold you who was ordering Riki around moments ago? Nowhere to be found anymore.

"Kiss me before I go insane," The boy beneath you speaks breathlessly, his voice deep and hushed. Your stomach errupts in butterflies.

Not wasting another second, you lean down once again. Riki's hand wraps itself around the back of your neck as he pulls you into him. Your lips meet his in a needy, wet and desperate kiss.

"Can I sit?" You mumble out incoherently against his pillowy lips after a minute or so of making out.

Without another word, Riki's hands trail downwards from your face and settles upon your hips, excruatingly slowly, as he doesn't miss a curve on the way.

He pulls your hips down, ever so gently, to meet his. His fingers dig into your skin at the contact, and your jaw falls open. His head falls backwards across a sofa pillow.

You swear you feel your thighs tremble as you bite down onto your lip yet again, keeping a gasp in.

"That massage- can we cut it short?" Riki simpers beneath you, his eyes shutting in pure bliss. You smile shyly.

He could stay like this with you all evening.

One of his hands fall off your hips, his fingers finding their way to the hem of your shirt, he plays with it.

I've never seen someone as beautiful as him

Your thoughts run wild.

His lips fall slightly open as you shuffle and adjust yourself on top of him, wanting to get comfortable. He takes a fist full of your shirt into his grasp, his other hand stays planted on your hip.

"Keep moving on me, just like t-that, my love."

...

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[jungwnies]

sfw alphabet | park sunghoon (en-)

୨ৎ : synopsis : sfw a-z alphabet for park sunghoon

୨ৎ : word count : 1366

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

(a/n) : don't forget to like & reblog !! my requests are open!

a ⤖ affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)

sunghoon might not be the type to shout his love from the rooftops

but his affection is a quiet fire that burns steadily.

he'll leave you little notes hidden in your pockets

remember your favorite flower and surprise you with it "just because"

and his eyes will hold a special warmth when he looks at you.

b ⤖ beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)

imagine bumping into him at a cozy café, both reaching for the same book on the shelf his dry wit and unexpected humor would draw you in

you'd find yourselves talking for hours, discovering a shared passion for music, art, or maybe even the quiet beauty of a snowy day.

c ⤖ cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)

oh, he absolutely loves to cuddle. picture this: a rainy sunday afternoon, soft blankets, and sunghoon holding you close, his chin resting on your head as you both get lost in a movie.

he'd be the perfect big spoon, his embrace a safe haven where you can let go of all your worries.

d ⤖ domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)

while he thrives in the spotlight, a part of him longs for the quiet comfort of a home with you.

he'd be surprisingly good at keeping things tidy, maybe even a bit of a neat freak.

cooking might be a learning curve, but he'd be eager to try new recipes with you, turning kitchen mishaps into laughter-filled memories.

e ⤖ ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)

breaking up would be his absolute last resort.

if it came to that, he'd do it with the utmost respect and honesty.

he'd choose a quiet place where you could talk privately, his eyes filled with sincerity and regret as he explained his reasons.

he wants to make sure you know it's not your fault.

f ⤖ fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)

commitment is not something he takes lightly.

he'd want to be absolutely sure before proposing, ensuring that you're both ready for a lifetime together.

he wouldn't rush into marriage, but when he finally gets down on one knee, it would be a moment filled with deep love and a promise of forever.

g ⤖ gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)

sunghoon's gentleness is woven into his very being.

he'd handle your heart with the care of a sculptor, always mindful of your feelings.

his touch would be feather-light, a whisper against your skin that sends shivers down your spine.

h ⤖ hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)

his hugs are rare but precious, a silent language of love.

he'd pull you close when you need it most, his arms a warm cocoon that melts away your stress.

his hugs would linger, a quiet moment of connection that speaks volumes.

i ⤖ i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)

those three little words would be sacred to him.

he'd wait until the moment feels perfectly right

j ⤖ jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)

he's not the possessive type, but a flicker of jealousy might cross his face if someone gets a little too close.

he wouldn't make a scene, but he might subtly pull you closer or hold your hand a little tighter, a silent reminder that you're his.

k ⤖ kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)

his kisses are slow and tender, savoring every moment.

he'd adore kissing your forehead, a gesture of affection and protection.

he'd melt under your kisses on his jawline, a secret spot that sends shivers down his spine.

l ⤖ little ones (how is he around children?)

he might seem a bit awkward at first, but his playful side would emerge around children.

he'd be patient and kind, engaging them in imaginative games and making them laugh with silly faces.

m ⤖ morning (how are mornings spent with him?)

mornings with sunghoon would be slow and peaceful.

he'd wake you up with soft kisses and whispered "good mornings," followed by a leisurely breakfast in bed

definitely enjoying each other's company before the day begins.

n ⤖ night (how are nights spend with him?)

nights would be a blend of quiet intimacy and shared passions.

you might find yourselves curled up on the couch, lost in a good book, or sharing headphones as you listen to your favorite music

but the silence is 100% filled with unspoken affection.

o ⤖ open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)

he'd open up like a blooming flower, slowly revealing his deepest thoughts and feelings as your bond deepens.

late-night conversations would become a sanctuary where you share your dreams and vulnerabilities

p ⤖ patience (how easily angered is he?)

his patience runs deep

he'd approach conflicts with understanding and a willingness to listen

always seeking a peaceful resolution.

q ⤖ quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)

he'd be a keeper of your secrets, big and small.

he'd remember the way you take your coffee, your favorite song lyrics, and the story behind that tiny scar on your knee.

your life would be etched in his memory, a testament to his love and attention.

r ⤖ remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)

his favorite moment might be the first time you looked at him with pure, unguarded love in your eyes

in that moment he knew he was falling for you just as hard as you were falling for him.

s ⤖ security (how protectice is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)

he'd be your silent guardian, always looking out for you, whether it's holding your hand as you cross a busy street or defending you against unkind words.

he'd appreciate a partner who offers him emotional security, a safe space where he can be vulnerable without fear of judgment.

t ⤖ try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he believes in quality over quantity.

dates would be thoughtfully planned, anniversaries celebrated with heartfelt gestures, and gifts chosen with your personality in mind.

he'd show his love through everyday acts of kindness, from making you breakfast in bed to surprising you with your favorite takeout after a long day.

u ⤖ ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)

he might be a bit too hard on himself sometimes

always striving for perfection in everything he does.

he might also overthink things, getting lost in his own thoughts.

v ⤖ vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)

he takes pride in his appearance, but it's more about self-care than vanity.

he understands the importance of looking his best

w ⤖ whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)

while he values his independence, you'd become an essential part of his life

for him, you're a source of joy and strength.

he'd cherish your presence, your laughter filling the spaces in his heart he didn't know existed.

x ⤖ xtra (random headcanon for him)

he secretly writes you love poems in his spare time, hiding them away in a special notebook

y ⤖ yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)

he wouldn't like dishonesty, rudeness, or people who try to pressure him into things he's not comfortable with.

in a partner, he'd value kindness, understanding, and a shared passion for life.

z ⤖ zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)

he might be a cuddler in his sleep, subconsciously seeking your warmth and comfort.

he might also talk in his sleep occasionally, murmuring sweet nothings that make your heart melt.

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[fruitiesss]

bob reynolds !! sfw alphabet

let me know if ur interested in an nsfw alphabet! enjoy <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

bob comes across as very shy and closed off with newer people, but with his friends he's very touchy and sweet. he wants the people he cares about to understand how much he cares about them with hugs and gifts and acts of service. he needs the reassurance so he assumes everybody else does.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

kind of like how the thunderbolts took one look at this sad wet cat and decided 'that's mine now', he kind of has that affect on everybody. he trusts you a lot.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

he would cuddle with an s/o or a best friend. bob loves the contact, it grounds him and makes him feel human so best believe he's all about cuddles when he's comfortable enough with you. He likes to spoon the most, he doesn't mind being the big spoon but he prefers little.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

as i've said before, bob can't cook great. he makes decent sandwiches thanks to his horrible upbringing but he's used to survival foods since he spent most of his time high or backpacking and homeless. he's hesitant to have kids though he does want one or two if you're interested.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he would hate himself for it, but it would take a LOT for him to even consider it. like a lot. he wouldn't end it over text, he'd want to treat you first with dinner and maybe let you down easily, staying friends if it wasn't an absolutely horrible thing.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

you're gonna have to propose. he's a nervous wreck, scared of committing in case he messes it up. he has a lot of past trauma and baggage that he doesn't want to put on anyone, despite you telling him it's okay. once you're over the first part of your relationship and he's comfortable with casual affection, he'd 100% want to get married.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he's very gentle. like you're fine china gentle. after he voided out and learned what he was capable of, he was scared of himself for so long and would hate himself if he was even a little rough with you. emotionally, too, he's very hesitant to share his feelings and emotions, he's very much a push over and easily manipulated.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

when the thunderbolts defeat the void with the power of friendship. send post. yes, he likes hugs. yes, he initiates them often and he is very soft and warm, he runs hot.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

he says it platonically, so he's fast to say it with his partner. his friends are very close to him and he truly does love them all.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

bob doesn't get jealous, he just gets really sad. he needs the reassurance. if you're touchy with a stranger, he's stuck in his head and thinking that he's not doing good enough for you, or he doesn't satisfy you enough.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

he loves forehead kisses but regular chaste kisses on the lips are great too, makes him flustered when you pepper them all over his face. he wasn't so experienced when he kissed you at first since he's never had time for anything romantically charged, but he gets it quickly!

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

he likes children, he's good with them, but they make him uncomfortable when he's babysitting or have to be around them a lot. he hates children in restaurants.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

mornings are slow. he gets out of bed late, slips out quietly and reads a book with a mug of tea. very calm, very nice.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

nights are also slow, very relaxed and sweet. he likes to cuddle in bed and is very touchy when he's tired, his hands glued to your hips or waist. the physical contact helps him feel like everything is real.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he does it very slowly and needs to be prompted. he works through things with his therapist, helping him with his memory issues. those would be a big hurdle in getting to know much about him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

he gets angry and sad at the same time. like the shaking with tears. if he's being annoyed nonstop he will cry, but if something's happening to his friends and he can't do anything about it. boom. void.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he tries his best, bless him, he's not the best with remembering things. he knows your full name, birthday, but that's pretty much it. unless there's something big about you that's similar to him, he's already forgetting it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

he loves the little things but his absolute favourite moment is when he was trying to bake cupcakes for you because you told him you liked them, and absolutely making a mess of the kitchen. you caught him in the act and helped him clean up the mess. the look on your face when he told you he's done this for you is burned into his retinas. he loves your smile.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

bob's protective in his own way. he's always got his eyes on you whenever he's concerned or worried, and if you're out of sight he'll text every 30 minutes or so to check up on you. he's not too bothered with being protected, he knows he's safe and he wouldn't purposefully put himself in danger again.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he sets reminders on his calendar for things like these, and yes he absolutely goes all out. he likes to be romantic. he wants to give you everything he's got. it's really sweet. everyday tasks are really all he has, so yes he goes above and beyond for these too.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he picks and bites his nails. it's a habit he's had since he was small and he has no interest in trying to stop, so his nails are always short. he also still gets withdrawals from meth so he scratches at his arms or tugs on his hair when he's feeling them and hides it from you because he's ashamed.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he's not too concerned. he's looked much much worse than he ever will again so he's just happy to be healthy again.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes. once you're in a relationship with him you are a part of him. his arms feel empty when you're not there and his heart aches when he's not with you. he's clingy and it's sweet.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

he's very specific with his hair. he likes it cut a certain way and he doesn't like getting it dyed (he only did it because valentina really wanted him to).

he loves fidget toys.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

drugs, alcohol, anything with an addictive nature. it scares him. otherwise he can adapt, he's happy to take what he can get, and he loves you too much for something to get in the way of it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

he doesn't sleep much. a lot of the time he lays awake and still, it's quite creepy when you wake up and he's just staring at you wide-eyed. he sleeps more when the sun's out than when it's dark because he doesn't feel safe when it's dark.

[unicornpopcorn14]

Essiee I missed you sm too omg 🥹❤️❤️

I had no idea fevruary existed either but I stumbled upon the post while searching for prompts and went RUNNING to your askbox dgdhdbd

And yeah, I am!!! :D Tho hopefully college cools it with all the assignments dbgddb I'll try to keep the fics short as to not consume my time

I'm so excited for the fics you'll write (if you participate hehe no pressuree) rubbing my evil little hands and all ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ<33

We've all heard of sicktember. But have you heard of... FEVRUARY??

(2025 PROMPTS ARE OUTTT HEHE)

AHHH HI BESTIE IMY 🥹🩷🩷 omg don’t tempt me… those prompts are SO GOOD RAH 👀‼️

tysm for sending me this bc i had no idea feveruary was a thing??? im probably gonna have to participate sighhh 😔🤭 (or at least try to… those rly are such good prompts)

are you planning to participate??

[frxxxncx]

happy birthday - c. seungcheol

»idol!¡Choi Seungcheol x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: It´s midnight and you´re alone in your apartment for your birthday.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), oral (f. receiving), cunnilingus, pet names, establish relationship, idolau, fingering, countertop oral(?, body worship, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, reader is mention to have her ears pierced, seungcheol is strong af.

»Words: 1.4k (idk)

note: i feel like as much as Cheol likes people to congratulate him on his birthday, he would try his best to do the same for his partner, idk, it was my birthday like three days ago and i just miss him so much ;c

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

Your hair tickled on the back of your neck, the soft air of the night making it dance on your skin.

In this particularly cold night, you looked at the moon with a solemn expression in your face, you were sitting in the balcony... alone, with the big and shining sphere who has always been the witness of your bittersweet nights filled in loneliness, but also bystander of those you spent with company.

The memories of his warm body beside you, tugging you into a warm hug seem very distant, like they have been only a long and wonderful dream.

You closed your eyes trying to imagine your boyfriend being there, his hoarse voice congratulating you for your birthday as soon as the clock hits midnight like he always used to do.

Filling your face with kisses and caressing your body with softness, but he wasn't there.

It's been four months since the last time you saw him, his schedule always filled to the brim, presentations, concerts, interviews, flights, pre-recording, you didn't know what to do, you talk all the time, texts, calls, FaceTime, but it's not enough, it's just to little of him for you.

You hugged yourself and the clock rang announcing midnight.

"Happy birthday to me" you said while an uncontrollable tear slipped through your reddened cheek.

You got up, and palmed the dirt of your shirt to get inside the apartment. Dragging your feet, you threw yourself in your bed, crashing into the mattress, hurting your back with the tv controller that was laying there before.

You took the controller from behind your back, to settle in the bed hugging your pillow tightly, arching your back making your shirt -your boyfriend's shirt- lift.

"Fuck, what a nice view" the velvety yet masculine voice of your boyfriend rang in your ears, and startled you sat in your bed.

There he was, standing in the door frame, with a big box of chocolates, a bottle of wine and a cute bouquet of your favourite flowers. His pearly smile lighted the gloominess in the room, making your heart flutter.

"Happy birthday, baby" he said sweetly but with an apologetic smile, maybe thinking you were upset by his tardiness.

You wanted to cry big time, you were certain that he was extremely tired from his rehearsals, but yet you were so happy that he took the time to come.

Euphoric you got out of bed, running to him and jumping on his arms, pinning your legs on his hips and locking your arms in his neck. Seungcheol, was in a tough position, his arms were full with the gifts and now you were clinging onto him like a tick, he has to admit it, his core balance is pretty sick.

Your face rested in the crock of his neck and the woody smell stroke your nostrils, and with that you were sure that him being there was not a dream.

You raised your face, his eyes were like two shining stars and his sweet smile almost made you melt in his arms. With his hands still very occupied, he managed to hug you back and give a loud kiss on your temple.

"I missed you so much" he whispered in your ear, his soft lips caressing your earlobe sending shivers down your spine.

A chill ran down your body making you tighten your grip on his neck.

"I missed you too, Cheolie"

Seungcheol, who was somehow still lifting you, got out of the room and went straight to the kitchen, putting everything in place, the chocolates in the table, the flowers in the pot and the wine, well, the wine in the wine fridge. When his hands were free he decided to sit you in the aisle in the middle of the kitchen.

Your legs and arms untangled from his figure, but he didn't move an inch, with your legs on each side of his hips, he started to leave kisses in the soft skin of your neck, sweet kisses in the freckles of your shoulders, but biting and sucking your collarbone.

His black shirt which you were using was starting to get in the way and quickly he got rid of it. He admired your bare chest, your beautiful and delicate skin, your breasts that fit in his hands just perfectly.

He kept kissing your skin while his hands were now fondling your breast enjoying the soft moans that escaped your mouth. A loud whimper dance away from your mouth, when his lips started to give pecks at your breasts.

He missed you so much, he just wanted you to touch you, draw your whole body with his fingers, engrave every curve of your body in his memory.

The tips of his fingers were now caressing your thighs doing imaginary figures, stroking with care. His kisses got to the base of your stomach, your fingers were starting to curl thrilled.

"God, you're so perfect" he whispered against your belly, making you shiver.

Your hands squeezed tightly the edge of the isle, knuckles whitening at the action and almost losing feeling in your fingers. You laid, your body suddenly feeling heavy, a whine slipped from your lips as Seungcheol’s fingers ran over your clotted cunt, just a little caress over your clothes making you shiver, not even directly and still it felt so good.

He tugged with his thumbs in the elastic of your underwear, stroking faintly with his fingers the journey to your ankles, making your skin burn exquisitely.

Now with your underwear long forgotten in some dark corner of the kitchen, Seungcheol's fingers travelled through the inside of your thighs once again.

As his digits got closer and closer to your core, he stopped, gripping the soft flesh of your legs tightly, making you moan.

Seungcheol put his rough palms in your knees, and testing your flexibility he pushed as much as he could without hurting you, his eyes travelled from your eyes to your cunt, licking his lips at the stirring view, your core sopping in your arousal.

His breath was hot against your wet and puffy lips, how was it even possible for you to feel this worked up when you haven't even started yet?, you were eager to know what was about to come next.

Like two petals the kisses were soft and silky, lips dancing skilfully on your cunt, making you chant his name in an obscene mantra, he drank till the last drop of your arousal, like it was one of his favourite wines.  

His tongue strokes over your sex, drawing fat strips with the hot muscle, enjoying your exquisite flavour like a starving man, but also pleased for being able to make you moan just like a porn star.

You could feel his hot tongue inside of you, his nose bumping with your clit, making your toes curl, you are not sure if it is because you love him so much, but Seungcheol is just so fucking good at giving you head, he knew where to touch, where to suck, he knows your body like the palm of his hand and that makes you even wetter.

And when he pressed his big hand onto your belly you felt how the coil that has been building up started to erupt, like firework exploiting inside of you, and when your orgasm washed you over, he drank it all, leaving you a trembling mess, receiving more pleasure from hearing you become such a mess just from giving you head, ignoring completely the hard on pressing painfully against his jeans.

His blonde hair felt soft against your thighs, when he lifted his face to looked at you, you could help but let a pathetic cry slip your mouth, his lips were bright red and glossy, chin covered in your arousal, he was panting, expression denoting adoration, making your heart melt in the spot.

His eyes looked at you lovingly, his tongue licking what it could from your excitement from his lips, his face got close to yours, lips kissing your earlobe feeling the cold metal of your piercing in his lips.

"I love you"

Your chest tightened, happiness overflowing your body, you stole a soft and innocent kiss from Seungcheol, making him laugh.

"I love you too"

"Happy birthday"

"Well now I'll go get your present" he got up and started to walk towards the door but you were confused.

"Wait" you said and he stopped in the door frame to look at you with a smile, head tilted to the side "My presents weren't the chocolates, the wine and the flowers?" the disorientation in your voice was obvious.

"No, that was just a small gift" he furrowed his eyebrows still smiling, yet his expression was showered in disbelief "Do you think I'm broke or something?"

[hees-mine]

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Synopsis: After you invite your friend over for a hangout, heeseung instantly notices your sudden change in behavior. Not knowing what it was that had you ignoring him, he pesters you until he finds out that the whole time, you were just jealous of his interaction with your friend. After seeing you all pouty and upset, he has to make it up to you, and what better way to do that than with playtime?

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, step brother, stepcest, fingering, c*ck warming, dirty talk, cursing, jealousy, crying.

If you're uncomfortable with step relationships, this is not for you, so please kindly click off. Also they are both consenting adults. This is a work of fiction.

Genre: 18+ smut, taboo, minors do not interact!

WC: 2,559k

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE

When you invited your friend over for a hangout, you didn’t expect that the only thing she’d be talking about was your stepbrother the whole entire time, and it made you feel agitated because not only was she talking about him she kept telling you how cute she thought he was and if he was single or not to which you just replied with no even though you and your stepbrother were not dating you just wanted her to shut up and back off cause big bubba was already yours.

Heeseung would innocently check up on you guys every now and then, asking if you were hungry or if you needed anything at all. You said no, which he found odd cause you had never denied any of his offers ever before. “Are you sure?” He asked softly, a little pout on his lips from your rejection, and a frown replaced his pout when you answered him with a simple head shake, eyes still focused on whatever you were looking at on your phone.

Of course, your friend just had to say she was hungry just to get your big brother's attention, but little did she know his attention was only on you for the rest of the day, trying to discern your weird behavior towards him.

Heeseung tried his best to grab your attention, but nothing was working, and he was starting to grow annoyed because every time he tried to talk to you, your friend interjected and started talking about something he had zero interest in, and he’d reply with one-liners before focusing his attention back to you but you still just gave him the cold shoulder.

A sigh of relief left your lips when it got late, and your friend finally had to go back home before it got too dark outside.

Saying your goodbyes, you send her off with a hug and a very forced smile, attempting to ignore the weird feeling in your chest and the sudden feeling of hatred towards your friend.

After locking the door for the night, you trudged to your room, not bothering to reply to heeseung when he so obviously called out to you.

Like usual, you both got ready for bed, but before your head could even hit the pillow, your brother was stepping inside your room. “Princess?” He says softly and closes the door, inviting himself inside your room while joining you on the bed. “Sissy?” He chews on his lips when you don’t answer, and he begins to worry. “What’s wrong?” His hand makes its way to your shoulder, stroking it softly, and he swears he hears his heartbreak when you shrug off his touch. “Did Bubba do something wrong?” By now, he’s practically on the verge of tears, racking his poor brain to try and figure out why you’re ignoring him. “I’m sorry for making you mad. Please just talk to me.” he shakes you lightly as he begs for your attention. Whatever was happening, he didn’t like it one bit, and he felt like he was failing you in some way, which resulted in a couple of tears spilling from his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispers shakily, and you hear him sniffling behind you.

“Bubs?” You slowly turn around, meeting his pink-tinted face, and you panic immediately, going to wipe his tears away with your thumbs. “I’m not mad at you,” you whisper, and now you feel guilty for ignoring him and making him cry.

“You’re not?” After you shake your head as a no, he slowly closes his eyes, sighing in relief that he wasn’t the reason behind your sudden behavior, which makes him ask the burning question. “Then why are you ignoring me?” He gently cradled you in his arms when he saw you all sad and pouty.

“I wasn’t trying to, bubba.” You hide your face in his chest, inhaling his scent to help calm your nerves. “I was just upset.”

“Aww, tell big Bubba what’s the matter. He’ll make it all better,” he whispers and kisses the crown of your head.

“You were being nice to my friend” he had to hold in his laugh cause he already knew exactly where this was going, and he couldn’t believe you’d ever get jealous if only you knew how wrapped around your finger he was he’s sure you’d never worry your pretty little head about him being around other girls ever cause the only girl that existed in his world was his little sissy. “And she said she likes you, Bubba. Do you like her back? Do you like her more than me?” You peak up from his chest, eyes glossed over, and he can’t help but think you look so pretty even when you’re crying.

“No, Bubba would never ever like anyone other than his little sissy? Got that?”

“Promise?” His heart melts from your cute voice, and there’s no way anyone or anything in the world would ever make him stop loving you the absolute most.

“Promise, want Bubba to show you just how much you mean to him?” He grins when you nod your head and immediately pulls the blankets back, uncovering your precious body dressed in those cute teddy bear pajamas that he had bought for you last christmas. “Bubbas gonna take these off,” he tugged on your bottoms, pulling them down to your ankles with your assistance until they were all the way off, revealing your pretty cunt. The sight alone was already making him grow in his shorts.

“Bubba needs to undress, too,” he chuckles softly.

“Okay, okay, Bubba will undress too.” he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and underwear, peeling them down and kicking them off his ankles before tossing them off the bed with your discarded clothes.

Your face felt hot the instant you saw his lower half completely naked, and you reached out for him.

When he saw how eager you were to have him, he quickly tossed his shirt off as well and unbuttoned your pajama top, taking it off your small frame until both of you were finally undressed.

He laid between your legs, resting his cheek on your chest as you played with his hair. “Bubba loves you,” he mutters with his eyes closed, slowly rubbing his length against your core. “So much.” he kissed your chest, warm breath tickling your skin, making you giggle, and you barely even remember what you were upset about in the first place.

“Love you too, big Bubba.” When he leaned back, you immediately whined from the lack of his warmth, but you gasped out a breath when his warm hands cupped your heat and started massaging it gently. “Bubba,” you moan his name instantly. His hands always made you feel so good down there.

“Feel good sissy?” Biting on your lip, you nod, chest already heaving from each heavy breath you take. His touch could always take your breath away.

“Bubba, can you go inside?” You ask him shyly, and his heart nearly skips a beat. Your face doesn’t match your words one bit, and the contrast makes his head spin. He didn’t know you could be so innocent yet naughty all at the same.

“Yeah, Bubba can go inside, sissy” he stuck his middle finger in, sinking into your entrance with ease, and you were so wet already that he quickly added a second one and even a third after a few minutes of stretching you out. “So warm,” he sighs, eyelids drooping and completely enamored by your walls opening up just for him. “So wet for your big bubba, you must feel really good, right sis? Bubba always makes you feel good, yeah?”

“Yes, b-bubba,” you stutter out, feeling his fingers working wonders down there as you grip the sheets tightly.

“Cumming already, sissy?” He looks up at you, and you’re the most precious sight he’s ever seen, panting and biting your lips while moaning his name over and over again.

As soon as he presses his thumb on your clit You feel yourself coming closer until the feeling finally disperses throughout your body. “Cumming, big brother,” you give in to the feeling that you’ve slowly become addicted to, and you let go squeezing around his fingers as your body squirms on the bed, back arching in complete bliss as you feel him massaging deep inside your private parts.

“So good for Bubs.” he smiles at your pleasured state, slowly bringing you down so he can build you up just to break you down again.

His fingers slipped out of your hole, and he rubbed the mess you made on his hard cock mixing it with his precum. “Gonna make you feel really good now, sissy” You’re too fucked out already to respond, but you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, inviting him into your body.

He holds the tip at your hole, collecting your cum and rubbing his leaking tip on your swollen pulsating clit. “Love you,” he bends down, pecking your lips softly while sliding himself between your folds until he’s wet enough to slip it in.

“L-love you more, big b-bubba.” he lowered himself on top of you, slowly pushing the head inside your milky walls, sheathing himself in your warm, wet heat. “Bubs,” you whine, eyes rolling in your head when you feel his big cock getting lost inside you, and you love this feeling more than anything world.

“Always so nice and tight for your big bubba,” he groans in your ear, tongue flicking the shell of it as he worms his way deeper into your silky cunt. “Only sissy makes Bubba feel this good, no one else” Kissing your temple, he reassured you as he bottoms out, resting there for a few seconds before dragging out until his tip kissed your outer lips and pushing back in with a bit more force. “Mmm, so good.” his hands somehow find yours, and he laces them together, rutting his hips at a faster pace than usual, but he knows you can take him being a little bit rougher after you had him so many times. “Feeling good, my little princess?” He rasps out next to your ear.

“Yeah, Bubba, so g-good.” Your words get caught in your throat. You felt so full that it was overwhelming. You could barely even breathe properly.

“What feels good about it? Hmm, tell your big bubba?” He fucks into you faster, taking your breath away with each quick deep stroke. The sound of his full balls hitting against your ass fills his ears along with your moans, and he knows he’s gonna cum sooner than later.

“Feels so full and deep.” You squeeze his hands as he pins you down to the bed, bucking his hips into you like his life depends on it.

“Yeah?” He moans, toes curling into the mattress as he lets go of one of your hands and lowers it to your clit, circling the nub as you scream out loud in pleasure.

You’re both so caught up in the moment you don’t hear the car pull up in the parking lot or the front door close.

“Gonna fill you up sis okay? Make you really warm,” he whines against your lips, messily kissing you all over your face and sticking his tongue out, pushing it past your lips so he could savor every last inch of you while he pounded your pink puffy pussy.

“Yes, bubs, give it to me. I want your warmth.” his sweaty chest pressed against yours made your nipples harden, and you did your best to kiss him despite all the intense feelings surrounding you. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. You just need to be as close to him as possible, and even though you can’t breathe, you still search for his lips in a sloppy, wet kiss.

You both moaned into each other's mouths, drowning out the sounds of pleasure as your creamy fluids mixed together and got lost between your bodies.

The heat inside your lower half makes you clench down around his cock, squeezing his girthy base and milking him for all his thick spurts cum.

His thumb circles the back of your hand while he lazily rolls his hips, pumping you through your highs as you place your free hand on his lower back, hugging him closer to your tired body.

He smiles into the kiss when he feels your touch on his warm skin and completely melts into your warmth as he gives you every last drop of his love.

You both sigh in contentment as he rests his forehead against yours. “That’s Bubba's good girl.” You smiled shyly, trying to avoid his lingering gaze. “So cute,” he whispers and kisses your nose.

“Thank you, Bubba.” Your voice comes out so quiet due to exhaustion, and he barely even hears it.

“Hmm, get some sleep, sissy,” he breathes out, pressing his cheek to your sweaty chest, giving you a few little stray kisses here and there.

“Night, Bubba, love you.” Your eyes fall shut almost immediately as he hugs you into his chest, and his body heat calms you to sleep.

“Love you too, Night sissy,” he joins you, closing his eyes. Before he can drift off, he hears something that almost makes his heart beat out of his chest.

“Heeseung!” He jolts up from the sound of his mom's voice, panicking and quickly trying to cover you up as you stir from your slumber.

“Where are you, son?” His dad's voice made him panic even more cause he was going to get caught by both of them.

“Bubs, what’s wrong?” There’s no time for him to even pull out, so he flips you over so that you’re lying on his chest and pulls the blankets up to his neck while you whine in and out of sleep.

“Nothing, sissy, just close your eyes, okay?” You nod and rest your head back on his shoulder. “Shhh,” he tells your guy’s parents as soon as they open the door.

They smiled, relieved that heeseung had still been watching over you this whole time. If they found out he left you home alone, he wasn’t going to hear the end of it.

On the outside, you both looked adorable, cuddling up together while you slept on your big brother's shoulder. They assumed you must have just gotten sleepy while you were both hanging out, and you laid on his shoulder, and of course, they knew heeseung was too much of a softie to move your head and wake you. He was always such a sweet brother to you.

“Goodnight,” your mom whispers, and your dad waves as heeseung gives them his best smile. They finally closed the door, making him sigh a breath of relief.

That was close, too close. He could have sworn they were coming back tomorrow, so why the heck were they here tonight? Either way, he was just thanking his lucky stars cause that could have ended horribly.

He calmed his racing heart and stroked your cheek softly, leaning into you a little bit closer. He’d just make sure to wake up early in the morning and leave your bedroom cause there was no way your parents could ever find out about your guy's playtime.

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The Artist and the Engineer Part 1//Chapter Seven//Blank Canvas

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Pairing: Viktor x Fem!Artist!Reader

Series Synopsis: Heimerdinger wants a commemorative painting done of Viktor, who is not fond of the idea. It doesn't matter how pretty the artist is.

Chapter Synopsis: Viktor and the artist go to an art supply store, where they encounter one of the artist's old friends. Viktor decides to rock the boat, and start asking questions the artist doesn't want answers to.

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You tried not to stare at the clock tower. Or tap your foot. But the nerves chewed at you. The dull ache in your eye bothering you more today. You’d spent the last ten minutes sending up silent prayers that Viktor had changed his mind about going with you. Or that the darkening sky would open up, canceling the trip entirely. There was no protection out on the streets of the city. Boulder and Kuegler could decide to watch you. That could implicate him. And no one would like the ending.

Stomach dropping to your knees, you heard Viktor’s cane and uneven gait before you saw him. He approached from behind. His eyes expectant as they met your uncovered one. You smiled, unsure what else to do. You were glad to see him. But things felt different now.

“I was hoping you would change your mind,” you admitted.

Viktor cocked his head to the side. “Am I such poor company? You should not have invited me then.”

“You’re fine company. It’s just safer, if you don’t.”

Viktor hummed, then nodded to the road. “After you.”

The silence between you was loud. Though Viktor still offered to walk closer to the road. You lead him down one street, then another. You slowed as you passed by a shop. The case was full of fresh pastries steaming up the glass.

"I love the scones from this bakery," you said, "they're always out of the lemon lavender ones, though."

Viktor paused thoughtfully at the window. Then continued to trail behind you.

"Your eye," he started, "how is it fairing?"

You glanced at him over your shoulder. "It's fine."

Viktor's mouth pinched at the corners, but he didn't say anything else. At the end of the block, you made a right and there sat the entrance to Blank Canvas. A large window flanked either side of the door. A hand painted sign hung above, swaying in the light breeze. The displays were crammed with canvases, easels, plush chairs, tarps, a display of charcoal sticks and watercolor paints - anything one could think of. Which was exactly what you were after.

The bell rung as you stepped in. This place smelled like home, wrapping you up in a warm hug of fresh wood and parchment. The taste of chemicals just a short bitter note on the back of your tongue.

"Clarence!" you called, then nodded down one of the rows. Weaving your way towards the register. "Clar - you here?"

"Of course, I'm here. Stop shouting!" a deep voice called playfully from the back. You grinned as Clarence appeared, and he grinned back. "Damn and here I was thinking I'd finally rid my shop of you for good."

"Me? I'm like a roach; I'll always find a way."

Clarence leaned on the counter, thick bands of muscle working beneath the skin. His lavender eyes flickered behind you and then back to your face.

"I think you have a stalker, love." There was an edge in Clarence's voice.

You glanced back at Viktor, who seemed to be very intensely studying the display beside him. "Not a stalker. A recent acquaintance."

"Viktor, assistant to the dean of Piltover Academy." Viktor held out his hand.

Clarence clasped his around it, dwarfing it. "Clarence, owner of the Blank Canvas. Childhood friend to this one - and former lover."

"Don't tell him that," you scolded, rolling your eyes. "Hey, while I'm here - can I place a special request?"

Clarence's face briefly twitched into a frown. Then he lifted the flap in the counter. "Sure, your wish is my command. C'mon back."

"Vik," you started, turning to him. "Do you mind waiting?"

Viktor's gaze flickered between the two of you. He hesitated before nodding. You smiled at him, ache in your cheek aside.

"I'll be right back!" You squeezed through the counter and started heading towards the backroom.

"Don't wait up for us, pal," you heard Clarence say nonchalantly. He joined you in the back, shutting the door after him. "So, Viktor seems nice."

You rolled your eyes. "We're not together. Take your jealous pants off."

"I am not jealous."

"Maybe, but you are a terrible liar."

Clarence chuckled, then sighed. "Do I even want to know what you're about to ask for?"

"Can you make this?" You put the sketch you'd swiped on the table in front of him.

He picked it up, studying it briefly before slapping it back on the table. "What the fuck is this? You settin' me up?"

"No - no! I would never -"

"This is fuckin' hextech and signed at the bottom by Jayce Talis." Clarence's voice was low and furious. "Reigning lord of all this bullshit. What do you think you're doing bringing this into my shop? - Are you thick?"

You picked up the sketch and faced it to him. "I don't even need you make the hextech, I just need you to make something that looks like it. Maybe it glows, spits out some shocks. I just need it to be convincing."

"Why? - What're you up to?"

"Look, I'll be straight with you - I fucked up and I'm deep in shit -"

"Are you serious? We talked about this. Your parents made their choices - doesn't mean that you gotta live with them."

"We talked about it way back when we were together. I've lived my life since then, even if you haven't. See this is why we didn't work -"

"Because you're too reckless!"

"Because you're too careful! You may not get it, but I have no choice - not all of us adopted a silver spoon."

Clarence sucked in a sharp breath. "C'mon now - that's not fair."

"You got to live it up in a nice house with servants and good meals and fresh air. While we had to do things like this to get by. And you're an amazing metal worker for it. But you do not get to judge the choices I've made."

"And what about that guy out there? He know about this? Mr ass of the council of bullshit?"

"Viktor doesn't even know I have this. And you can't tell him."

"Why would he care? - Unless he's got something to do with this?"

You avoid Clarence's gaze. Which you knew annoyed him, because it always meant you were hiding something. You felt too hot in this little room.

"You're jokin'. Who is he?"

"It's not important. - Can you make this for me or not?"

You two glared each other down. Silence buzzing in your ears.

"You are going to end up drowning in all this. And you won't even see the wave coming before you're dragged under." With that final warning, Clarence snatched the paper. "So, you just need this to be convincing then, eh? I can do it. Put in a motor, give it a little spark. You're gonna owe me big time for this one."

You made an X over your heart. "I swear I'll never ask for something like this again."

Clarence snorted, but you would see his mind already chewing it over. You were sure you'd seen the same expression on Viktor's face during your sessions.

"So, if he's not your boyfriend," said Clarence, "why did he come with you?"

"The dean asked I paint his portrait."

"That didn't mean he had to come with. You could've come here on your own. You have before."

You waved your hand dismissively. "Don't worry about Vik. He's harmless."

"If he hurts you. Or puts you in harm's way -"

"Trust me, the only person doing that to me is myself."

Clarence tapped his cheek. "What about that shiner?"

"It wasn't him." You crossed your arms, cupping your elbows with your hands. "I'm putting him in danger."

"Will I ever be able to get a real answer out of you?"

You chuckled. "The less you know the better."

You briefly brainstormed some ideas for how to get the fake tech to work. Then Clarence opened the door. He grabbed your arm before you could exit.

"I do still care about you. I don't want you to get killed over this."

"I'll do everything in my power not to die. I promise."

Clarence frowned but let you go. Viktor was right where you'd left him. But now he had several pens laid on the counter. Each in a different style with a different tip.

"Heimerdinger give you a pen budget?" you teased.

Viktor met your eye, then went back to the pens. "If only that were the case. - I did try to ask for one, instead of a portrait."

You ducked out of the counter and stood beside him. "Ah. Sorry, you couldn't escape me."

"To be honest, our time together has proven much more interesting than I previously assumed."

"So, then I'm better than a pen?"

"Marginally."

"Well I think -" Clarence leaned on the counter. Glaring at Viktor. "- that in spite of all your flaws. You are much better than a pen."

You shook your head and couldn't help but laugh. "Here. Pick what you like. I'll pay for it."

Viktor tapped his cane against the floor. "On the contrary, I was going to offer to pay for your paints."

"I couldn't - they're expensive. Besides, I still owe you."

"Yes," he said absently, picking up one to study it closer. "And the debt weighs much heavier than a pen."

In the end, Viktor paid for your supplies while you paid for his pen. Was it an equal trade off? Not nearly. But he'd already given his money before you could stop him. Clarence didn't seem pleased about that.

"Don't have too much fun," Clarence teased as you said your goodbyes. Then turned to Viktor, "And if I find out something unsavory about you. I promise, you'll find me on your doorstep."

"Hey, don't threaten my client," you said, "That's not good for business."

"I'll be in touch about your special order."

You pushed Viktor towards the door and back onto the sidewalk. You hadn't realized you were speed walking until Viktor started to talk to you. His voice distant.

"Clarence seems...nice," he said.

You stopped, waiting for him to catch up before muttering out sorry. You slowed your pace to walk beside him.

"You two were together long then?"

"My last year of undergrad." You shrugged. "In the end, we were too different. We're better off as friends. Even if he didn't get the memo."

"So, it has been a while then. Has there been others since?"

"One, maybe two. It doesn't matter. I would’ve hurt him eventually, even if we did work out. That's why I decided to give up on the whole institution completely.”

“Why?”

You glanced up at him. But he wasn't looking at you.

“Things got…complicated. When they did, I would’ve just hurt Clarence if we’d been together. It’s easier to not disappoint anyone if I don’t date anyone. - What about you?”

Viktor paused briefly in his tracks. “Me?”

“Yeah. You have a lot going for you. Why aren’t you seeing anyone?”

Viktor scoffed.

“I’m serious. - You’re good-looking - or, well - have a good facial structure. You’re smart. Have a good career. Your humor is a little dry. From my experience, it's everything Pilties love wrapped up in one package."

Viktor was quiet. You kept your gaze firmly glued to the sidewalk. Finally, he sighed.

"I have made no secret of it, that I am from the Undercity. The people here, they never see passed that," he stated, softly. "Also, as I said, my work calls me away at all hours. There simply isn't time."

"Right," you muttered.

Briefly, silence passed between you.

"Does your work truly take up so much time," Viktor began, "that there would be no room for anybody else were things not as they are?"

"I...have been taking on a lot of commissions recently." You couldn't help but feel a little wary. "Even if I didn't have so much on my plate, it takes a certain kind of person

"Is there a purpose to that?"

You stopped and Viktor stopped, too. The two of you stood facing each other on the sidewalk. The crowd pushing around you.

You frowned. "What are you getting at?"

"Heimerdinger asked you to paint me on more than just good faith," Viktor stated, "I do not yet understand what you get out of this. But I know it has something to do with those men."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "Don't worry about it."

"So, you say and yet you come back with a black eye. Covered with scrapes and bruises. I am sticking my neck out and risking my work for you." Viktor ran a hand over his face. "I want to help you. However, you have given me nothing but your word. I'm not even sure if I can trust you."

A sour, curdling feeling settled in your stomach. Your face felt too hot. Your heart thrummed in your chest. There was the bitter bite of shame. The rain came suddenly, thundering down from the black sky. You cursed as the cool droplets hit your fevered skin.

You quickly took shelter under a nearby shop awning. But it was too late. You were both drenched. You rung out the bottom of your shirt, then double checked everything you'd bought was dry. It wasn't until you looked back up at Viktor that you noticed just how close you were. How small the awning was. Pressed shoulder to shoulder, you could feel the heat radiating through his wet clothes. You didn't like the little flip your heart did or the quivering in your belly.

"How about I make you a deal?" you asked, voice threatening to shake.

"Then you haven't tired of making them."

The coldness in his voice stung.

"As my favor to you, I'll answer your questions as honestly as I can. The only stipulation is that you aren't allowed to ask about why those thugs came."

Viktor frowned. "That defeats the entire purpose of the exercise. May I offer an alternative?"

"That depends."

"I make inquiries, and you answer them - clearly, concisely, and truthfully."

You shook your head. "Here, what about this - you think really hard about what you want to know. And I will answer one big, hard-hitting question a day."

Viktor pondered that a moment. "What about smaller questions?"

"That really depends. Like what?"

"Let us say...where you met Fallon, for instance."

"You remember Fallon?" You raised your eyebrow.

"Yes." Viktor nodded. "We had...quite an interesting lunch together a few days ago."

"I told her you were too old for her."

Viktor rolled his eyes. "It was not that kind of lunch."

You hummed. "I met her my third year of graduate studies. She was a late transfer from another university and needed an upper classmen mentor. It's what all first-year undergrads have to do. But usually, it's with first year graduates. The guy I was mentoring dropped out. So, I was the only one able to fill the spot last minute."

You didn't understand the look on Viktor's face. But then he stood a little straighter and offered you his free hand.

"I will agree to your adjustments," he started, "one big question per day. So long as you answer any...lesser questions I may ask. Such as that one."

You looked between Viktor's sure eyes and his outstretched hand. Then took it in your own. Compared to his arm, his fingers were downright cold. You had the urge to take them in your own and warm them up. Instead, you let them go.

"Then I can ask you one today, yes?"

You nodded. "I guess that's fair."

"Alright." Viktor nodded back. "You are not from Piltover, as I originally speculated."

"What?"

"You are from Zaun, like me. I can provide evidence. Our conversation last night, for example - you said, 'Undercity is always ready to burden us with new horrors.' I thought that was strange. You used us, inclusively. Secondly, you referred to the citizens of Piltover as 'Pilties.' I have only ever heard of Zaunites using that term. A native to the city wouldn't."

"So then, ask your question."

"Where are you from?"

You sighed. "The slums. Where the cities meet. On the Zaun side. - Happy?"

"I am... less than satisfied. But I suppose this will suffice for the time. - Now it looks like there is a break in the rain. Let us return to the academy."

By the time you had walked back, the rain had begun, and it was pushing four o'clock. At the gate, you and Viktor parted ways. Just a glance cast between you. He went to the main entrance, and you turned to make for your apartment.

You really hoped you weren't going to regret making that deal.

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Could you please do a Hector Fort sfw alphabet? Thank u!

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Hector Fort x Fem!Reader

a/n: I'm really clumsy at doing these kinds of things, so I'm sorry if it's bad!

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And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

A – Affection

Héctor is not one for over-the-top displays of affection in public, but in private, he loves to hug you and maintain physical contact. He likes to hold your hand and pull you close whenever he can.

B – Best Friend

He's not just your boyfriend, but also your partner for everything. If you need help with something or just want to talk, he'll be there, listening attentively.

C – Cuddles

Héctor is a big fan of tight hugs, especially after a tiring day. He likes to wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder.

D – Dates

Dates with him are usually casual, like walks around town, trips to the beach, or quiet dinners at home. He enjoys simple but meaningful moments.

E – Emotions

He may be a little reserved at first, but over time, he will open up to you completely. When he is happy or in love, his gaze gives it all away.

F – Favorite Thing

Your smile. He thinks your smile lights up any room and always tries to make you laugh, just to see it one more time.

G – Gifts

Héctor likes to give symbolic gifts, like a bracelet, a shirt of his or something that reminds you of a special moment between the two of you.

H – Hugs

His hugs are tight and warm. He has that way of holding you that makes it feel like the world has stopped for a moment.

I – Intimacy

He values emotional connection a lot and enjoys quiet moments like talking before bed or holding your hand while watching something together.

J – Jealousy

He is not very jealous, but if he sees that someone is crossing the line, he does not hesitate to show that you are his.

K – Kisses

His kisses can range from soft and slow to intense and passionate, depending on the moment. He loves forehead kisses as a protective gesture.

L – Lazy Days

On his days off, he likes to lie down with you, listening to music or watching TV shows. He feels happier just being by your side.

M – Mornings

He takes a long time to wake up and hates getting out of bed early. If he can, he pulls you close and keeps you waiting until the last second.

N – Nicknames

His nicknames for you are simple but affectionate. Something like "love", "little one" or "precious".

O – Open (Open about the relationship?)

He doesn't hide the fact that he's with you, but he also doesn't like to overdo it. He prefers to keep the relationship more private, just for the two of you.

P – PDA (Public Display of Affection)

In public, he prefers subtle gestures, like holding your hand or putting his hand on your waist. But if you're with friends, he might be a little more open.

Q – Quirks (Manias)

He has a habit of touching your hair without realizing it. He also always pulls you closer to him when you're walking together.

R – Romantic (Romantic?)

Not the classic kind, but he shows his love in small actions, like remembering something you said or protecting you in any situation.

S – Surprises

He likes to surprise you with small gestures, like showing up with your favorite candy or taking you to a special place without warning.

T – Texting

He doesn't send many messages throughout the day, but he always responds quickly and sends audio messages when he misses you.

U – Understanding

Very understanding, always trying to see things from your point of view. If something is wrong, he wants to talk and resolve it.

V – Vacation

He loves to travel and would love to take you to see new places, whether it's a paradisiacal beach or a historic city.

W – Waking Up

He takes a while to wake up and his voice is hoarse, hugging you tightly before finally getting out of bed.

X – XOXO (Kisses and hugs)

He prefers long, enveloping hugs, and his kisses are often full of feeling.

Y – Yearning (Longing)

If he is far away from you, he sends messages saying he misses you and, when he comes back, he doesn't let go.

Z – ZZZ (Sleeping Together)

He likes to sleep cuddled up, with his head resting on you or holding your hand. If he is very tired, he may even mumble softly in his sleep.

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Akashi Takeomi - "Late Night Lovin'"

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In which a certain Bonten executive comes home quite late at night to his husband and enjoys a lovely dessert a lot sooner than he thought he would. Or; In which Akashi Takeomi's house husband spoils him rotten with whatever he wants tonight.

Warnings -> Kind Of Suggestive At The End.

                                                                                                   

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“Hmm hm hmmm hm-hm~♪”

[Name] hums a small tune to himself as he stands before the stove, making dinner for himself and his husband.

He and his beloved husband had been married for 4– going on 5 –years now. While his love was working hard at his job as a "marketing executive" he stayed home and looked after the house. Cleaning here and there, washing the laundry, doing the dishes, watering the plants, etc. It did get a bit lonely when his husband was called away for a business trip overseas, but he always managed to power through it due to their nightly phone calls.

[Name] used the spatula in his hand to flip over the pieces of chicken that sat in the skillet; coating the cooking meat in oil and spices. He was trying out a recipe that their neighbor had told him about the other day. The name of the dish completely escaped him, but he thankfully remembered the majority of the recipe. A sigh fell from his lips though when he saw a newly formed stain on the apron he was wearing; damn, it was a gift from his darling too.

The sound of jingling keys brought his attention away from the food; having him perk up and turn down the heat of the eye before running to the door to greet his love.

He made it into the living room just in time to see his husband shrugging off his snow-speckled coat. The apron-clad man smiles as he helps tug off his husband's coat; hanging up on one of the wall hooks that were mounted right next to the door. Clasping his hands in front of himself; [Name] waited until the other had kicked off his shoes to practically jump on him and pull him into a hug.

“Welcome home, Omi! How was work? Did you like the lunch I packed for you today? I'm making dinner, are you hungry?”  

The h/c-ette coos excitedly as he asks questions that he doesn't give the other enough time to answer.

Takeomi chuckles softly; he has grown used to his hyperactive lover by now. The younger always became very excited when he came home after being gone for long periods. He reminded the Bonten executive of a puppy sometimes; truly adorable.

The taller silenced [Name]; gently putting a finger to his lips and letting out a soft ‘shhh’. The apron-wearing man felt his face slightly warm as he looked into his lover's tired eyes; quickly and shyly looking away when they narrowed at him just a bit.

“One question at a time, Lovely.—”  

The man chuckles softly; moving his hand from his husband's mouth to gently tuck a strand of unruly hair back into place.

“—Work was alright; I closed a very good deal today, so I was given a few days off as a bonus. Lunch was delicious as usual; everything you cook is perfect. And yes, I'm hungry.”  

[Name] beams at him with a grin that could rival the light of the stars that twinkle just out the window. Taking the older's hand; he excitedly pulls him into the dining room and rushes back to the kitchen to finish dinner. Takeomi chuckles as he watches him scurry off, resting his chin on his palm as he patiently waits for his meal.

“You know…”  

Takeomi mutters before finishing his last bite of food; turning a sultry half-lidded gaze to his lover seated across from him.

“I think I'm still feeling hungry.”  

[Name] looks up from his own nearly finished plate; sending the other a soft smile as he finishes his one or two bites and stands from his seat, plate in hand. Walking over to the other end of the table; he picks up the other's plate and sits it on top of his own.

“I'll get you another plate then, Honey.”  

The h/c-ette hums softly; leaning down to press a kiss on his husband's temple.

An arm wraps around his waist and keeps him in place; hand gently caressing his hip. Takeomi gives a cheeky smirk as his hand travels down to his young lover's bottom; giving it a firm squeeze.

“That's not exactly what I'm hungry for, Kitten. I'm in the mood for something a little… sweeter.”  

It seemed the two would be having dessert a lot sooner than planned.

He purrs; sharp eyes narrowing even further as he gives [Name] the look of a hungry lion. 

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[gnohomotho]

Hello there,

Valentines day tomorrow, and ofc i am a lonely gorl, so i thought about husband!junho making the day special for his wife? Fluff, fluff, fluff bc i am sensetive lol

Keep up the good work btw

You are doing amazing on here ❤️❤️😚

Aww, Anon, sending a big virtual hug your way. ♥ I'm sorry you're a lonely gorl. :c I am too, so please, I really hope this eases the loneliness just a little bit!

I have one slightly longer, but hopefully fluffy and very loving piece specially for Valentine's Day.

Thank you so, so very much, it truly means a lot to me. ♥♥♥ c':

(And if you like it, I really appreciate the reblogs, you're all so very lovely!)

Enjoy! .

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Even If You Had Walked Away

Pairing: husband!Jun-ho x wife!f!reader Summary: Valentine's Day hides more than just a loving date for you, and Jun-ho knows this very well. It is a reminder of a day he almost lost you - and he has a surprise for you, for all those years, in one single evening. Warnings: Fluff! So much fluff. A tiny bit of angst, but I promise it ends in fluff. Please pack your insulin. Word count: 3.2k A/N: I hope you feel lovely on this day and all the next. ♥ Love your requests and your messages! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶𐭩 ♡

Oh.

This day.

Valentine’s Day.

Somehow, each year, you managed to find a way to plan over it, and Jun-ho just as meticulously managed to pull you back in.

Last year, it was notes left around the house, your car suspiciously warm before you got in, and your favourite breakfast cooked before you left. He knew you would be worried about big gestures – he knew, but not quite, what the day signified for you. So when you saw him in the kitchen, after a sleepy kiss on his neck as he slowly turned around to greet you, you expected nothing more.

“Darling?” You looked at him softly, a little quizzically, as you always do when you’re a bit worried things aren’t as fine as they seem. You did so as you pulled away from the cuddle and felt his body pull with yours, not wanting to leave your embrace or your warmth.

One strong arm was still holding yours – lightly, but with deep affection. Jun-ho did not wish to sever the connection between you by letting go even for a second. Slowly he slid his arm around you, letting it rest against your back, should he need to pull you close again.

You waited for your answer but could not resist the peaceful warmth of the moment, and lifted a hand – tenderly brushing the hair from his forehead and sliding down to cup his cheek. Instinctively, Jun-ho closes his eyes and leans into your palm, caressing you as he does so.

Even as your touch leaves, he remains quiet, and you look at your husband with new eyes. Still in casual clothing, still just your Jun-ho, swaying with you in his favourite black v-neck shirt that you associate with only him and his sleepy form.

How many nights have you woken up to this shape, this broad chest, inches from yours...or suddenly lifting and falling peacefully against your own heart.

How many times have those strong arms unabashedly stolen your much contested blanket only to wrap you up thoroughly in its place.

How many times did those legs lovingly intertwine with yours the moment your alarm clock rang, his sleepy voice murmuring sweet nothings of discontent and forcing you to set your alarms ten minutes before their actual time because his legs and fervour at keeping you close were strong.

And somehow, with your thigh firmly against his, aided by his own, your calves wrapped in his warmth and so very close, your tummy tucked so comfortably and perfectly to your sleeping love you could feel him breathe, well, you learned to set your alarm a full half hour before its actual time.

And now, though his form looms over you, you feel entirely safe; though it is snowing fluffy snowflakes outside, you are brimming with fluttering, affectionate warmth that could keep a fireplace alight for days. Though the day isn’t your happiest, you might as well have forgotten the number on the calendar.

And Jun-ho, with his gentle smile reaching his eyes, was only swaying with you ever se so slightly as he held your hips, thumbs tucked up against your waist; the smile was cheeky, but incredibly sweet.

You melt in his touch and almost let a little laugh carry the mood – he couldn’t look cunning or devilish if he tried. Not to you. But he was trying, and you did not wish to ruin his sincere attempts.

“Hmm?” He humms with a little inflection, nonchalantly, still smiling. As if saying “nothing to see here, officer,” though he was obviously not used to being on the other side of the law. And it showed. Before you answer, Jun-ho almost unnoticeably shifts you with a gentle tug where his arms and fingers rest against your skin – you notice nothing but a little dig into each of your hips – and kisses your forehead the moment gravity trips you into him. Clever, you grin into the crane of Jun-ho’s neck and kiss his chin in retaliation.

“I don’t think all is going according to schedule, sweetheart.” He pulls away and smiles the sentence into existence, a hint of genuine care for your wellbeing crossing his visage. Jun-ho’s eyes move towards the window, then to your phone resting on the table. You follow his gaze and your heart momentarily sinks.

“Are we seriously getting snowed in? How will I get to…”

“I’m pretty sure that phone lit up with messages regarding not coming to work, darling…and,” Jun-ho looks upwards as if thinking, truly acting his way into the Oscars here, playfully ponders around, “if I know anything about the wiring and the outlay of that building, I am highly inclined to assume you’d be sitting by candlelight, using folded paper in place of a computer if you really wanted to try and keep up appearances.”

After a small moment, he added, “and I don’t want my Y/N alone by candlelight with anyone else, thank you very much.”

He kisses your forehead again without warning, but you feel him smile into the kiss. As he pulls away, you almost regret brushing his hair away from his forehead, because that single eyebrow lift abetted by that absolutely cheeky smile should be illegal.

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You did your best trying to work from home, finding it very hard to focus. The nicer and more wistful your thoughts were towards Jun-ho, the more a slight pang of guilt tore its way into your chest.

A few years ago, you almost broke up.

And the thought cementing it, the thought where you couldn’t keep it up anymore...came on Valentine’s Day.

You did not wish to do it then (as mean as it was clichéd) and Jun-ho laid it all out on the table – a beautiful dinner date and absolute honesty. You fell in love with him, then, all over again, when you truly thought it would be a sad end to a broken coupling.

Many things played their part back then – his secrecy, his constant disappearing, his excuses for being gone for so long.

His face was so very troubled back then, deepened with new stress lines and new worries each time you saw him – each time, the moments you spent apart seemed to use a sharper knife on his face whenever they returned him back to you.

Sometimes you worried they would keep him.

You were suffocating and so incredibly distraught. When he left. You worried. When he was with you. He wasn’t. Not truly. And you worried more.

The weight that he refused to share with you was dragging you both down into the depths of the ocean and no matter how much you tried, how strong your grip, how intricate your angle – you could not unravel him from whatever was at the end of the rope.

Somehow, you even tried to suspect cheating, though you knew he would never do that – simply for the fact that whatever he was doing was far more dangerous than another woman. And through all, you truly, deeply cared about Jun-ho. And Jun-ho knew that what you had between you, the love he held for you and the love held in your tender chest for him – held the sharpest blade of all.

What was it, back then? Your love extended past simple ownership or relationship status – if he were to be with someone else or alone, but safe and content, sleeping through the night, you would very bitterly but gladly swallow that pill. And he knew it. He knew it and sensed you pulling away.

Jun-ho wasn’t content with distance from you, never. One day, he came back, close to this particular date. His hair was dishevelled, his clothes smelling of salt and seawater, his eyes dim and tired, and his hands covered in scrapes and scratches.

But his eyes, his eyes stared into yours with resolute burning depth, speaking with no words necessary. Jun-ho loved you, and did not wish to lose you, nor endanger you, and he was as lost in the cruelty of the situation as you were. But above it all was a silent promise. Your mind wanders away, for its own safety, as your eyes begin to sparkle – your skin suddenly enveloped in frost.

Doubts. Worries.

Is he happy? Is he regretting the choice? Did I mess up a loving date forever and remind him each year? Does he ever wish to…go back and reverse it all? All of it? Go back to a time he never met me, go back and erase the wedding, the proposal, was there ever any doubt in that lovely smile?

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A little knock on the door to your make-shift office alerts you from tables and notes. You look up, and realise the soft orange light reflecting the snowy cape on your window is the streetlamp, and it is dark outside.

“Yes?”

Jun-ho slowly opens the door, dressed in a comfortable, but elegant sweater, long dark trousers, and sensible socks.

You blink.

You blink again.

“Jun-ho? Is…what’s going on?”

He can’t be going anywhere, the snow outside is as beautiful and tranquil as it is all-enveloping.

Jun-ho says nothing, a knowing smile dancing on his lips as he stands in the door; he makes a small leaning motion with his neck, closing his eyes as he points out of your door without using a single word. He had the air of someone who knows all there is to know, and what he doesn’t does not matter.

And in this moment, you were all he wished to know.

“I’ll just…I’ll just put on something nice, you look too lovely.”

You manage to stutter, but he has already covered half your distance and is extending a hand to you.

“You look beautiful, my love. You always look beautiful. I have never seen you in a piece of clothing that could even begin to rival your features, Y/N. Come.”

You take his hand and he leads you to the living room. You adjust your eyes to the reassuring darkness that is softly illuminated by guttering candlelight of many, many little flames.

They hop as you disturb the air – dancing and fluttering in seemingly the same anticipation you are feeling in your chest. Cushions are arranged into a cute, comfy, fort-like bed. A little makeshift table sits in the middle, your favourite flower resting upon it next to a meal you…you shared on the day a few years ago.

He…he remembers.

Your hand grips Jun-ho’s, both to steady itself and to convey your utter adoration for your husband.

In this moment. In the next. In all moments to come.

You are lost for words, heart beating out of your chest, you wish to thank him, to hold him, to jump into his arms and push him into the pillows he so lovingly arranged – you want to whisper sweet ‘I love yous’ into his neck and chest and hear his heart jump at each touch, you want to melt in his arms and his tenderness and lose your train of thought.

“Jun-ho…this is…this is so beautiful, I don’t know what to say…”

But Jun-ho pulls away from you, still holding both your hands, now standing far enough to leave both your arms extended. His eyes rest upon you with affectionate tranquility – his fingers are softly circling yours as he holds you. Slowly he lets go of your hand and lifts a single finger to his mouth, in a small hushing motion. You say nothing more, but your melted heart doesn’t do well with surprises. Not on this day.

Jun-ho turns and leaves your other hand empty, taking the flower from the table and resting it in his place.

It’s beautiful, gentle, elegant. Your very favourite. You close your eyes and inhale its smell.

Jun-ho watches you intently. Eyes filled with the same knowing adoration he watched you with all those years ago. He wonders how he managed to get so very lucky. How foreign the thought of you seemed back then.

You, standing in your shared living room, smelling a flower and blissfully, beautifully, utterly his to love and cherish.

His wife – with her hair cascading down like a beautiful river, the lines of worry gone from her face, her tender eyes that could spark a fire in a lake now peaceful, loving, resting upon a flower as beautiful as her.

You notice the slow fall of his eyelids as he watches you, eyes closing in adoration and joining a subtle, guarded smile. Jun-ho clears his throat and leans back to the makeshift table, pulling a note from behind the candle in its centre.

Was it your imagination or did his hands shiver in the flame’s warm light?

“Y/N…my Y/N…” he begins, and no, that wasn’t your imagination. The paper contracted a wave from his grip as he steadied his breath.

“I…know what today represents. To you. To us.”

He looks up, looks at you, steadies his breath, and the smile nervously spreads – but you see the fervour in his expression to keep matters serious.

Jun-ho continues, eyes firmly buried in the letter.

“But I don’t think you know what it represents to me.”

Oh.

A twinge of worry. Ice prickles the small of your back. Those doubts threaten to break the warm atmosphere, yet he continues.

“It’s the day I almost lost what was most dear to me.”

Your eyebrows stiffen as your gaze fills with both concern for him and a need to hold him tight.

“I felt you slipping away each day, and with that, I felt as if I was losing parts of myself. As if each heartbeat in your presence catalysed by your warmth, by your presence alone, wasn’t mine to keep anymore."

"Each touch we shared, each breath I exhaled – it was as if all the warmth in me, all the good things that were growing so few and far between within me back then, all of them wished to remain with you."

"And I am sorry, my sweet, my darling Y/N…I am sorry that I, for even a moment, almost let them leave with you."

"I knew you would keep them safe, I knew you would hold them, protect them, care for them with the tenderness and love you hold in your heart for each being you encounter – and you would expect nothing in return."

"I watched sorrow, worry, frustration and finally, the most painful of all…acceptance caress your beautiful face and shine through your eyes. Dimming those unconditionally accepting eyes I did not deserve."

"Offering a pale reflection of what was left of me without you.”

Your hands were trembling. His large yet gentle form in front of you was losing its sharp lines; the scene began to blur into a soft orange hue as you realised your eyes failed to hold onto their tears. Though it was Jun-ho, he seemed…so very delicate in this moment. Laying himself utterly bare before you. Your heart was sending ripples through your body. You wished to hold him, kiss him, reassure him. But remained still. Your husband continued.

“Each year, I wrote down what was following me every time I thought of that night. I wrote of what I love about you – but managed to run out of paper.”

He let out a small, self-soothing chuckle, failing to meet your eyes, and you noticed the candles reflecting a few errant sparkles in their corner. Oh, Jun-ho…

He blinked his eyes quite harshly and continued.

“So I wrote down all the reasons…you should be happy without me.”

He breathed out a faintly shaking breath and let the silence speak for him. Exhaling once more, he now sounded like the weight was beginning to leave his chest and grip his shoulders with less strength.

“Which proved incredibly fruitless.” Jun-ho straightened, narrowing his eyes towards the paper, still avoiding yours.

“Not that you did not deserve to be happy, not that the reasons weren’t both valid and sound – but I refused to let you go without a fight. To lose something I breathe for, someone I keep safe in a place inside of my heart no one else may enter, come hell or high water, someone whose voice alone brings nothing but joy and serenity to all it touches…losing that…by doing nothing but letting her go?”

Jun-ho finally looked up at you, eyes sparkling, and that smile – that beautiful, wide smile you loved so much, underlining his words:

“Well, we couldn’t have that.”

You let out a quiet, incredibly nervous yet sweet noise that was intended to be laughter before it got caught in your throat. Tears fall once again, the motion and exhale alleviating the built tension in your heart and chest.

Tension and strain caught wrestling with a wave of all-encompassing love aimed straight for Jun-ho.

It was already flooding you from tip to toe, and you had no words. No words at all. Your hand slowly lifts up to your lips, shielding your mouth as you try to hide your expression, your tears, your smile – and still, Jun-ho continues.

“So each year, I wrote something else. Something concerning every reason I would fight for you again.”

He lowered the paper now, arms at his sides, looking directly at you.

“And again, and again, and again if needed.”

You let your hand leave your mouth, slowly letting it fall to your side too, caught in the waves starting to pool in the soles of your feet, you were sure he had to feel them too.

“Unfortunately,” he half-laughed, half smiled, getting rid of the last of the tension in his body as he rested the letter back on the table, “the weight of that almanac threatened to break our bookshelf.”

Jun-ho stepped closer to you, beckoning your hand with his slowly extending, up-turned palm. You laid yours upon it immediately, relishing the familiar safety, the beautiful warmth, the love emanating from each brush of his fingertips.

“And although the physical copy exists, safely stored away, I thought it better to translate every word for my wife into a language she might prefer.”

Jun-ho closes the distance between you and softly places his other arm around your waist, resting his hand in the small of your back.

With a small pull, he softly, leans into you and kisses your forehead.

“A language which I would most certainly love to express.”

He kisses the bridge of your nose right between your brows, slowly planting kisses down to the tip of your nose, then finally, finally ending upon your mouth. Jun-ho’s soft lips caress yours without kissing just yet, brushing, enjoying, cherishing…a tender whisper circles your ear:

“Would that be alright, miss Y/N? I hear your husband is terrible with words.”

You both start giggling at the same exact second, momentarily leaving each other’s lips to bask in the intimacy and bliss of the moment.

“Of course, Jun-ho, I mean, Mr. Officer and Official Translator, I would be delighted to learn.”

Jun-ho needed no further signal to scoop you up into his arms as if it were nothing to him, momentarily holding and enjoying your warmth, your laughter, your body against his. With a little circling motion he holds you closer, squeezing you tight and softly, gently, without letting even an inch of skin go without his touch, lays you into the pillows below.

And follows straight after with that beautiful, mischievous grin you fell in love with all those years ago.

[jsprnt]

a date at the local spring fair seems to bloom your situationship into a relationship

trent alexander-arnold x reader

A/N: based on this request! Also been dyinggg to go to my local fair, so I immediately came up with this idea!! 🫶🫶 (does this photo of trent not make you weak in the knees?? 😭)

W/C: 1.804

your eyes dart to your phone screen again, reading the last text message your date sent you. he said he’d be there in a minute, so you shove your phone back into your jacket.

the fair isn’t very busy today, most likely due to it being a weekday. the weather had started picking up these past few days. gloomy, rainy winter days replaced with sunny, warm spring days.

you’d missed seeing the blue sky and the pretty, colorful flowers in the park. you had noticed most people were much happier and of course, just like the little lambs being born, symbolizing a new life- your own life seemed to also flicker to another chapter.

you and trent have known each other for a couple of months now. first meeting through a mutual friend at a small, intimate party on a rainy november night. you hadn’t thought much of it at first. of course- he was handsome, and that wasn’t something you could look away from.

you knew who he was, as a football player for one of the world’s best clubs- you’d assumed he would be too busy interacting with other people to notice you.

obviously, you also were too busy speaking to the people you did know. until- one of your mutual friends had introduced him to you.

unbeknownst to you, he’d been eyeing you across the room since he’d caught sight of the pretty smile you’d flash your friend when they said something funny. at first glance, he had almost choked on his unnecessarily expensive tequila, it burning horribly in the back of his throat.

he barely recovered from the shock before one of his best mates had dragged him across the venue, insisting he’d talk to you. only, because he thought ‘you two would be a great couple’.

you were caught off guard at first, but the looks your friends were sending you- had given you enough courage to speak to him without being flustered.

you two only hung out more after that night, accepting frequent invites to his games, and random visits to each other’s place, which only increased when trent got injured.

you look up at the shout of your name, turning around to see trent walk up to you. he’s dressed nicely as usual, comfy enough for all the rides and games you’d planned to play.

“hi!” you beam, greeted by his pearly white smile. his lips turned up when he makes eye contact with you.

“hey, you alright?” he asks, his scouser accent familiar as he gives you a warm hug. you bury your face in the crook of his neck for a moment, smelling his signature cologne.

“I’m fine, how ‘bout you and your knee?” you question, knowing that he didn’t have to wear a brace anymore.

“better, I can walk properly- at least..” he replies, the both of you starting to walk past the various games and food trucks.

it doesn’t take long before you’re both immersed into the money-grabbing games available. from popping balloons with darts to a donut-eating contest. which you won, that left you with powdered sugar all over the corners of your mouth. prompting trent to gently wipe the sugary product off with his thumb and a raised heartbeat he had difficulty controlling.

“let’s try that roller coaster over there..” you suggest, pointing up to the least intimidating one.

“you don’t want to go in the one that goes upside down?” he asks, pressing the bunny plushie you had won into his chest. you hold back a chuckle at the sight, shaking your head.

“nope, don’t trust going upside down on a rollercoaster that’s practically been pulled out of a suitcase..” you state, lining up with him so you can get on the attraction.

he chuckles at your explanation, glancing at your impatient expression. thankfully, it’s your turn after a few minutes. you both strap in safely, making sure the bars are as tight as possible against your chest and stomach.

“aren’t you scared?” he asks, looking at your giddy expression. you shake your head almost immediately, making sure your pockets are zipped so your phone won’t fall out.

soon, the cart you’re in slowly starts rolling up. your breath hitches in excitement, wind starting to blow into your faces. you glance at trent, who’s sporting a less excited expression, so you shout in excitement when the cart drops and goes up multiple times. hoping your happiness will be infectious and cheer him up.

it works! the couple of looks you sneak, tell you he was pretty satisfied, cheering and shouting along with you.

you take a deep breath when the cart stops. the both of you slightly dizzy when you step out.

“you liked that one?” you ask, fixing your jacket as you both start walking away, walking past other attractions.

“i did! i was nervous for a moment, won’t lie..” he replies, scouser accent thick and laced with excitement.

“good, I’m glad you liked it- oh look!” you suddenly exclaim. pointing to the haunted house, fake skeletons, and more ‘scary’ props used to decorate the entrance.

“you want to go inside?” trent asks, raising a brow at you. he wasn’t aware that you were such an adrenaline junkie, or were you?

“yes, let’s go!” you urge, paying the entrance fee, and stepping inside. the bunny plushie now pressed into your side as you both start walking into the dark maze.

“i can’t see anything..” you murmur, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. your arm grazes trent’s, which in turn makes your breath hitch. your temperature rises, despite the coldness of the room you’re in.

“me neither..” you hear trent mutter, he glances at you in the dark. your arms touching each other every now and then. the numerous fake spiderwebs and bone-chilling moving skulls making you freeze up often.

entering another room, you’re immediately greeted by a zombie. the special effects props and makeup, too good not to jump and scream.

“shit!” you exclaim, back pressing against trent’s chest when you take a step back.

“what the fuck!” you hear the scouser shout against your ear. it hurts for a moment, but you’re too focused on the zombie trying to get close to you to care about it.

you feel strong hands grab at your jacket. instinctively you know it’s trent, so you keep scuffling forward. trying your best to ignore the groaning and gurgling sounds coming from the too-talented actor.

walking through the empty hall, you look at him, his grip on your jacket loosening.

“you’re such a coward..” you accuse, laughing when remembering how he shouted in fear.

“you’re the one who yelled first..” he retorts, and you can make out a smirk on his face.

“here, take my hand.” he offers, holding his hand out. which you can only see because of the green lights strung along the dusty hallway.

your heart skips a beat or two, stopping you in your tracks. you feel your face heat up, and you’re glad he can’t fully make out your dumbfounded expression in the dark. you quickly shove away that lovesick feeling, trying to compose yourself.

“that’s a really weird way to propose, but okay..” you tease, your fingers intertwining with trent’s. knowing you’d probably made him more dazzled than he made you flustered.

“wait, no- i meant-" he stutters, mind going totally foggy as he forgets how to form a proper sentence in his state. you hold back a smile, knowing his brain was probably running kilometers an hour.

“wait, did you say you’d marry me?” he suddenly questions, face contouring into confusion and a dumbstruck expression.

“uh, no?” you feign your upmost innocence, thumb grazing his knuckles. a sweet, comforting touch, but it only makes the short circuit in his brain worse.

you smirk to yourself, carefully dragging him along. mindful of his injury as your hearts beat in unison, like electric sparks flying off the pads of your fingers.

the hold on each other’s hands only gets tighter, until the last jumpscare. this time, your entire front is pressed against his back, it scaring you a bit too much. you thought the cackling clown was the end of the attraction.

you catch your breath when you finally step outside, trent’s hand on your back. soothing rubs helping you calm down faster.

“why- why would they think using a knife prop was a good idea?” you pant, questioning if the ten-pound entrance fee was worth it.

trent squeezes into your hand, reassuring you with his touch. “you’re good, it’s all fake- remember?” he rationalizes your thoughts, slowly pulling you away to the food trucks.

he sits you down on a small wooden bench and table, eyes roaming on your face to check up on you.

“are you alright?” he asks, face inching closer to yours. his breath hitting your lips.

“I’m fine, really..” you reassure, squeezing into the plushy for comfort.

“let’s have something to eat, then we’ll get on the ferris wheel. is that okay?” he asks, voice patient and sweet. the kindness in his expression and words cheers you up a bit. so, you smile, nodding in agreement.

“i’ve heard that they have really nice tacos. want to try?” he suggests, glancing up at the food truck in question.

“sure, let’s try them.” you answer, he nods walking away to order and collect your food. he comes back fairly quickly, placing the delicious and warm tacos on the table. not to forget, the extra cups of guacamole, lime and sour cream.

“eat up before they get cold..” he says, the both of you digging into your food and drink of choice. a comfortable silence ensues, with soft hums and small comments made in delight.

“i love fair food..” you hum, taking the last few sips of your drink. trent nods in agreement, leaning over to wipe some of the sour cream off your lip.

you pause your movements at the action, eyes darting to his brown ones. his touch is delicate and careful, and he folds the napkin after pulling away.

“there, all clean..” he mutters, cleaning the table off and coming back from the recycling bin.

“do you want to go on the ferris wheel now? it’s getting dark, and the view will be nice..” he asks, unconsciously holding his hand out for you to hold.

you nod excitedly, clutching onto his warm hand as you both make your way to the ferris wheel. your bodies touching as you lean them against each other, waiting in line for the last attraction of the night.

it’s imminent that a sweet first kiss will be shared, right? a flicker to the next chapter of your life. the city lights witnessing a love blooming like a patch of yellow daffodils in spring.

[peachhcs]

world juniors surprise

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy surprises the guys in canada at world juniors!

wc: 2.4k

this is more gabe, ryan + samy just because i like writing their friendship and showing how much they all enjoy each other’s company and hanging out all together even when will isn’t around. (i also didn’t know how to end this so ending sucks my bad)

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even though will wasn't playing at world juniors anymore, samy still wanted to support her other boston boys and her parents were suckers for hockey, so they made the trip into canada for the rest of the tournament. samy also really loved surprises, so she made an effort to surprise ryan and gabe upon arriving. 

she texted back and forth with drew and zeev about making sure neither of the boys found out as she snuck into the practice rink near the end of their practice. she stayed close to the back of the bleachers, watching as the boys played a scrimmage. the sound of the puck hitting against their sticks was like music to her ears. 

drew glanced her way and she gave a tiny wave. the taller boy smiled, making sure to not draw any attention in her direction. she saw ryan wearing the big C on his uniform and gabe with his A and she couldn't be prouder of the two. after all the work they've put in the last year and this season so far, they definitely deserved it. 

their coach called them in after another few minutes for his last remarks about practice before sending them free for the day. with everyone's back turned, samy carefully snuck her way onto the ice.

head coach carle saw her making her way towards them. he began wrapping up his last words, "good work today boys. get some good sleep, we have a big day tomorrow." ryan began standing back up to call out their cheer when coach stopped him, "actually, i think we have someone else who wants to call the cheer today." 

the boys grew confused until samy said, "mind if i do one leno?" 

ryan's head snapped towards her, eyes wide with surprise. the other boys copied his movements, all of their gazes quickly lighting up when they saw the familiar hughes sister.

"no fucking shit," ryan laughed and skated towards her. gabe wasn't far behind as they hugged. 

"what are you even doing here?" gabe laughed as he took his hug and the other guys rallied around for a hello. with most of these boys being old u18s and u17s, samy was very familiar with all of them so she greeted each of the boys with a friendly smile. 

"i'm here to watch hockey, duh?" the girl laughed. 

"what a great surprise. it's good to see you," ryan grinned. 

"we did help plan, by the way," drew spoke up next to zeev. 

"impressive. i don't think i've ever been on the receiving end of a surprise before," gabe patted the girl's shoulder. 

"well since you're here and you asked, you can do the honors," ryan said meaning the team cheer. 

"all hands in," samy smiled and the boys put their gloved hands in the center. "usa on 3. 1, 2, 3, usa," they broke and finally started skating off the ice now in chatter about samy being there. 

"how long are you staying?" ryan asked.

"the whole tournament. my parents are here too. they couldn't pass up an opportunity to watch some good hockey," she giggled. 

"well, we're glad you're here. i don't think we've ever been surprised by you before. give us like..twenty minutes to shower and change and we'll be out," gabe said and samy nodded. she wasn't a stranger to waiting around after a game or practice, so she made herself comfortable against the wall across from the locker room. 

the youngest hughes sent a quick picture to will telling him she successfully surprised the boys. they were both sad he couldn't join her in canada because of the games he had to be at coming up, but he was there in spirit and obviously, samy was going to send him all the game updates. 

james and aram came out of the locker room first. the older brunette quickly hurried over to greet samy where she gave both of them warm hugs. 

"good to see you again hughesy. congrats on your national title by the way," aram nudged her shoulder. 

"thank you. it's good to see you guys too. how's boston been?" she asked and the two nodded.

"amazing. awesome. perfect," james chuckled. 

"you've been doing pretty good this season. i can't believe my little u17 is all grown up," samy poked james' shoulder making him flush. in her eyes, him, teddy, cole would always be her u17s no matter how old they got. 

"i try to stay humble," the boy mumbled, but smiled nonetheless. teddy and cole were the next ones out, quickly rushing over to say a proper hello. samy hugged them all the same. 

"it's kind of weird seeing you without will here," teddy laughed. 

"yeah, i know, but i really wanted to come see you guys. i can't believe how grown up you are," she pinched teddy and cole's cheeks like a big sister would, which, in some ways, she was a big sister to them. 

"you say that like we went from 12 to 17 overnight," cole said making the others laugh. 

"in my eyes you did. i feel like a mom who's birds all left the nest," samy held her heart and the boys exchanged a glance knowing how sappy and sentimental she got. 

the last four finally came back out after another ten minutes. drew and zeev hurried over to also give the youngest hughes a proper hug. "thanks for helping with the surprise," she said.

"of course. glad i got to finally be in the know this time around," drew grinned. 

"are you hungry at all? we can all catch an early dinner late lunch?" ryan wondered and the others nodded, wanting to tag along.

"sure, i'm down," samy agreed too. 

they decided on a restaurant not too far from the rink and piled into their cars. samy got in with ryan and gabe, the dark-haired boy offering her the front while ryan got in the driver's seat.

"when's em and julianne coming down?" samy wondered. 

"emma's coming this weekend and i think julianne is too. like everyone is coming this weekend," gabe said, clicking his seatbelt in. 

"i'm excited to see everyone. all we'll be missing is will and hannah."

"isn't hannah in like jamaica for break?" ryan wondered and the girl nodded.

"yup, her big winter break vacation. the pictures have been super cool though." 

they pulled out of the lot, the other hockey boys following behind them. "so how are you feeling about being captains?" the brunette shifted the subject, her gaze bouncing between the two boys. 

"good, i think. we're feeling confident about this tournament and i think we've been doing a good job?" ryan said in a bit of a question as he gazed back at gabe through the rearview.

"i'm feeling confident too. it's gonna be a good tournament," the dark-haired boy agreed.

"good, i'm glad to hear that. you guys have really great players on the roster this year. you guys and hagens should be a good trio," the girl nodded. 

"dude, hagens is a fucking beast. he's crazy good. he's like the will smith of his year," gabe quickly gushed at the mention of the other taller brunette. 

"i've heard. he was always really good at dev," samy agreed. 

"i know he's gonna go quick at the draft next year. there's no way he doesn't," ryan turned into the restaurant parking lot. all the other boys pulled in, scattering to find parking spots.

the poor hostess was definitely a bit frightened when almost ten hockey players came into the restaurant without a reservation, but somehow, she managed to seat all of them. their chatter carried across the table between one another talking about world juniors, college, hockey, michigan, san jose—all of the topics getting covered. 

"hey, i'm just wondering how you get smitty to post pictures of you like that," aram snickered making the other boys laugh. samy flushed and just shook her head.

"i have no idea. you have to ask him," she shrugged.

"he's sooo whipped for you," zeev poked her shoulder and the girl's poor flush got worse and opted to bury her face in her hands instead. 

"oh she knows. we all know. you should've seen how bad they were before they got together. it was so obvious," ryan shook his head slightly making gabe, drew, and aram all laugh. 

fall of 2021 (samy's junior year and will's first year of dev)

"where are you going?" ryan wondered when he saw his friend putting his coat on. will's gaze snapped in his direction.

"my mom and i are going down to samy's soccer game. you wanna come with?" ryan didn't know the youngest hughes that well yet. their only interaction had been at her house the first time and then she was at some of the preseason games, but the boy wouldn't pass up an opportunity to get out of house and watch a game of soccer. 

"yeah sure," he shrugged and got to find his coat. "do you guys always go to games?" 

"usually, yeah. my mom always had the highlights up or read about it online," will shrugged and the brunette just nodded. he still thought about how much will played it down how close him and samy were and after meeting her, the guys quickly realized how much closer they were than will led on. 

mrs. smith filled the silence with asking the boys about how the program was going so far and if they were liking it to which they said yes. it was hard getting any elaboration out of sixteen year old boys. 

the stands were fairly packed when they got there. colleen found samy's parents and the boys followed her since they didn't really know anyone from her school. 

"there she is," will pointed to samy's #6 down on the field warming up. "she has crazy pre game superstitions. she always has to have her hair up in a braid and she usually eats two apples before every game," the blonde continued. 

"sounds serious," ryan chuckled to himself and will nodded.

"you have no idea. she gets insane with her superstitions," the blonde laughed too. samy finally looked back up at the stands where will waved. she quickly waved back when she saw him, a large smile on her lips. 

"i'm definitely dragging all of you guys out to these games. samy loves the support and she'll find it funny seeing all of us in the stands," the more will kept talking about her the more curious ryan got with their relationship because he seriously wondered just how close they really were. 

the game got underway and ryan also began realizing just how much he liked girl's soccer. he didn't usually watch it, but samy's game had him on the edge of his seat as the girls raced up and down the field to score a goal. the youngest hughes was good. will mentioned how good she was, but now that ryan was seeing it with his own eyes he definitely agreed. the girl was fast and good at scoring. 

when the game ended the family waited around for samy to come back out of the school. ryan and will were discussing what a great game that was when the brunette came out with her team in high spirits after the win. will quickly lifted her into a hug. 

"great game, hughesy," the blonde cheesed.

"thanks, smitty. it's so good seeing you in person," she chucked and her eyes slid to ryan. "i dragged him with me. well, he wanted to come when i asked," will filled in the gaps.

"you were good, hughes. i was impressed," ryan smiled. 

"thanks, that means a lot. i'm glad you came," she offered a quick side hug before greeting her parents and mrs. smith. ryan watched the exchanges and the way the smile never left will's lips as he watched samy in front of them. 

ryan was slowly learning how important this girl would be to all of them in the next two years because after that game, the guys never missed one of samy's home soccer games (unless they had a game too). 

even though she was will's girlfriend and will's friend first, samy had become quite an important friend to all of the guys. she showed up for them and they showed up for her, even when will wasn't around to bridge the gap because there was no gap to bridge anymore. they were close all on their own. 

and her being at world juniors to support them in the tournament was more than the guys could even ask for. they all went back to the hotel for the night knowing they needed to get good sleep for the game tomorrow. samy hung out in ryan and gabe's room with aram and drew for a bit. ryan was out on the balcony getting fresh air when samy came out to join him.

"nervous?" the girl wondered as she leaned against the railing.

"kind of," ryan admitted with a small chuckle.

"you're all gonna do great, lean. you worked really hard for this," samy assured making the brunette smile a bit.

"yeah, i know. i think it's pre game jitters i always get. still getting used to the whole captain thing too."

"hey, i get it. it's nerve racking for sure when people finally watch what you and your teammates have been working on for the past week. people love you guys though. they love you. they're gonna think it's great," the girl said and ryan flushed.

"thanks for coming by the way. it's good having you here with us even though will isn't here," they exchanged a glance.

"you know i'd always show up for you guys. you show up for me. we're friends outside of will. you guys are gonna be in our wedding whenever that happens, so of course i'd show up for you guys," samy loved these boys like they were bonus brothers. all of her brother's hockey friends were her bonus brothers, but the u18s of 2023 were brothers in a way that samy knew they'd all be friends for the rest of their lives. 

"you know will really landed a good one," ryan winked making the girl flush. 

"yeah, i guess he did." 

"you guys better get back in here and watch drew beat gabe at mario kart," aram called. the two exchanged a glance, laughing and racing back inside so they could see drew pull ahead and cross the finish line before gabe could. he jumped up in excitement. 

"i won! finally!" drew exclaimed.

the others cheered excitedly. gabe rolled his eyes a bit and handed off his controller to someone else. ryan grabbed it wanting to beat drew this time.

they played for a little while longer until deciding they definitely needed to go to bed. the guys hugged samy goodnight, “can’t wait for a great game tomorrow!” she grinned as she followed drew and aram out of the room.