#and um wow. it really affects my hands and fingers

[cherrysnax]

trying not to post too much during the strike to keep focus on Everything but I need to get out of my head a lil

[turcott3]

listen here my concept on matt was being a good friend of his and you've never experimented or did really anything much with guys before so you nervously but boldly approach him and ask if you could practice giving him head and he guides you through it step by step .......... bye i had to.

21st

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, wine, oral sex male receiving, kissing

masterlist and part two

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you and matt sat distant on the long sectional long after everyone had left your 21st birthday celebration. you’d been best friends with the boy as long as you could remember so you asked if he would stay the night with you like old times.

“this wine is actually really good.” matt says breaking the silence.

“yeah it is, that’s why i bought it.” you smirk.

“now y/n, how did you buy this wine last week? just a question.

“well let’s just say the ‘how’ is cut up in my garbage right now.” you giggle, cracking a smile.

“you sneaky sneaky girl.” you points at you.

“as always.” you giggle, downing the rest of your glass. the thing about wine that differed from the other things you drank is that it makes you honest. you were barely even buzzed, but wine brought out the honesty in you.

“wow it’s so crazy, i’m 21 and i still haven’t even actually hooked up with a guy.” you scoff.

“you’re not a virgin though? i’m confused.” he adds.

“well i guess the better word would be properly. he stuck it in, nut, and then left.”

“wow.”

“did i really never tell you that?” you ask, sitting up on the couch and setting your glass on the coffee table.

“no?” he replies giggling, doing the same.

“it’s kind of embarrassing.” you reply as he gets up and sits closer to you on the couch.

“why’s it embarrassing?”

“it just is. i don’t wanna be 21 and completely unexperienced.” you say as silence rung out in your living room.

“hey matt?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“yeah.”

“can you….. teach me some….. stuff?” you asked practically in a whisper, a blush burning on your cheeks as you stared at the floor.

“teach you what?” he replies, using his fingers to guide your gaze back to his.

“i don’t know, i just-“

“yes i can y/n, i was messing with you.” he giggles.

“oh okay.” you reply, the blush burning darker.

“don’t be shy now y/n, you can trust me.” he says brushing your hair behind your shoulders.

“i know i can trust you matt, i’m just nervous.” you reply picking at the skin of your nails.

“would you feel more comfortable if we went to your room?” he asks softly, running a soft hand up your thigh. you only nod in response as the tall boy stands up in front of you.

“come here.” he mutters as you reach for him. he picks you up, your legs latching around his waist as he carries you to your bedroom. carefully, he shuts your door behind you and stops in his tracks.

“look at me pretty girl.” he says, doing as you’re told you pick your head up off his shoulder and lock eyes with him, a smile spreading across his face before locking his lips with yours gently and respectfully. you moved your hands to grab onto his face, begging to deepen the kiss. you had never imagined you’d be in this position with your lifelong best friend but at the same time it felt so familiar to you. you felt safe in his embrace and absorbed the love from his affection deeply. regretfully, he breaks apart the kiss, setting you down carefully on the bed. you sat up on your knees and looked up at the brunette who looked down on you with a soft gaze in his eyes.

“now what is it you want me to teach you exactly?” he asks, squatting down to your level, his hand placed gently on top of your hand that rested on your thigh.

“oh um, anything. i really don’t mind.” you reply shyly.

“do you feel comfortable getting undressed for me or is that not okay?” he asks.

“i think im comfortable.”

“okay just take off some layers until you want to stop, is that okay?” he asks gently and you nod, removing your shirt revealing the black lace bra you’d bought yourself for your last birthday. you notice matt also removing his shirt.

“matt you don’t have t-“

“yes i do. it’s only fair. if you’re gonna be vulnerable, so am i.”

“okay.” you reply, blushing as you shimmied out of your jean shorts, him removing his jeans and tossing them to the side.

“i think this is good.” you say, very aware of your bareness.

“okay.” he says as you look back up at him.

“do i look okay?” you ask with a gleam in your eye.

“gorgeous.” he smiles, bending over and reconnecting your lips softly for a few moments.

“okay, i’m gonna teach you how to give head, that alright?” he asks and you nod eagerly. now that you’d seen him in this light, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to see him another way, and that didn’t bother you.

slowly, he pushed the waistband of his boxers down, revealing his soft cock. at first glance he was already big and that made you nervous as to what was to come.

“give me your hand.” he asks quietly and you do so. gently, he wraps your hand around his length.

“okay, now carefully but not too carefully, jerk me off.” he says and you do so, pumping your hand slowly up and down his cock. his hand wrapped back around yours moving you a little bit faster before letting go. you keep the speed and feel the blood begin to rush to his length. he thickened in your hand quickly as he muttered and mumbled words you couldn’t make out above you.

“you’re doing so good y/n.” he says.

“you’re so big matt.” you say before looking up at him with a smirk on his face.

“give me your hand.” he requests and you do so, removing your hand from his dick and holding it up to him. slightly, he bends over and spits a puddle of saliva into your hand.

“now do that again.” he continues and you do so, working the liquid into the skin of his swollen cock.

“good girl.” he mutters, a blush creeping into your cheeks once again.

“okay, are you ready babygirl?” he asks, using two fingers to tilt your chin upward to him.

“yes.” you reply lowly.

“i’ll start easy on you, open your mouth a little bit and stick out your tongue a bit as well.” he says and you do so, earning a nod of approval from the brunette.

“now take me into your hand, and put the tip onto your tongue.” he says and you do as your told, placing his wet, pink tip onto your tongue.

“now if you want you can brush your tongue along the underside of my tip,” he says and you begin to do so, “yeah just like th- fuck, it’s so-“

“sensitive.” you smirk, taking him away from your mouth for a moment.

“yeah, that.” he replies as your put it right back wear it was.

“now you can kind of take your tongue where ever you like, you can move all the way down to the base or you can circle the tip, whatever feels comfortable to you.” he says and you act upon his words, dragging your wet, warm tongue down his shaft to the base of his cock. you moved your way back up, circling the tip just like you’d been told.

“is this okay?” he asks, holding your hair in a ponytail.

“mhm.” is all you reply as you work your tongue magic on his thick cock.

“now, if you’re ready, you’re gonna protect your teeth with your lips and start to take some of the shaft into your mouth.” he says and you do so, making an ‘o’ shape with your mouth you take some of him into your mouth, continuing to pay close attention to detail with your tongue.

“yes just like that.” he grunts as you make it just less than half way down his shaft before you begin to feel your gag reflex. quickly, you take him out of your mouth and look up at him.

“am i doing okay?”

“you are doing perfectly, is something wrong?”

“no, just don’t know how much i can take.” you sigh, avoiding a giggle,

“try to take a little more for me baby.” he asks and you nod, carefully taking him back into your mouth, pushing more of his cock in. you make it a moment further before gagging and pulling him out, spit webbing from your lips.

“god, i’m so close im sorry.” you sigh out.

“don’t apologize, here, hold onto your thumb like this, it’s shuts off your gag reflex.” he says and you copy his hand. using your free hand, you take his cock back into your mouth, your other hand gripping mercilessly onto your thumb, praying that maybe you could impress him. much to your surprise, you took him with ease, his happy trail tickling your nose as he bottomed out in your throat. you pulled him out with a pop, breathing heavily to get air back, not realizing you’d been holding your breath.

“that was so good baby, do you wanna try bobbing your head?” he asks and you do so, trying to mimic the same rhythm you used with your hand, your tongue tracing the bottom of his thick shaft.

“god you’re amazing.” he groans as his grip on your hair grows tighter, not pressuring you to move any other way. you continued this seemingly perfect routine, his moans and grunts growing closer together, his cock swelling even more. you could tell he was about to bust, as much as he didn’t want this night to end.

“oh fuck i’m gonna cum y/n.” he says lowly as you take him all the way, his warm, milky climax spurting down your throat, you pulled him out slightly, allowing him to finish on your tongue before you impressively, swallow his nut.

“you’re a fucking natural.” he scoffs, a smile spreading across his face as you wiped your lips from the mixture of saliva and cum.

“really?”

“god yes.” he says, tackling you to your bed pressing sweet kisses all over your face.

“so, can we do this again sometime?” you ask, face inches away from him.

“oh yeah? what’s our next lesson?” he replies.

“what about that, but on me?” you smirk.

“so the next one is you grading me?” he giggles.

“duh.” you reply, “or maybe we can call it the final, and we can go all the way?” you continue and he hugs you to his chest tightly.

“are you sure?”

“yes matt, i trust you. god you’re amazing.”

“i just can’t wait to show you the good sex you actually deserve. i in fact will not, stick it in, nut and then leave.” he laughs.

“well id hope not, better live up to the hype.”

“i won’t let you down.” he smirks reconnecting your lips.

“we never specified when this next ‘lesson’ was.” he sighs.

“soon. very soon.” you reply.

it was moments later that the two of you got cozy, deciding that maybe you should sleep together in the bed instead of a few feet apart on a sectional in your living room. and maybe you shouldve done this way sooner than your 21st birthday party.

[reareaotaku]

I Can't Have You

Summary: You always admired the acclaimed Stanford Pines, so when you were able to take his class in college, you were quick to take up the offer. If only you knew how this would affect both of your lives. Tw/Cw: Taboo, Dead Dove Content, Professor Ford, Student Reader, Power Dynamics, Dubious Consent, Age-Gap [Reader is in her early 20's], Older Man w/ Younger Woman, NSFW thoughts/Themes, Jealousy, Daddy Issues Inspired by: Only an Experiment

Linktree 4 the People of Palestine

You were thrilled when seeing the name Professor Stanford Pines on your schedule/degree plan. He was wildly acclaimed around the world for his contributions to science. To even be in the same room as someone so brilliant is something you could only dream of.

You were one of the first students in the class, which was good for you, because you were able to get some one on one time with him, before class started.

You walked behind him, going to tap his shoulder, when he turned around and was startled by your presence. He fiddles with his glasses and clears his throat.

"Um.. Hello."

You smile brightly at him, nearly jumping with joy. "Hello, Mr. Pines." You grab his hand, going to shake it, before pointing out that he had six fingers. "Wow- You have six fingers? Really? I didn't think it was real, but wow-"

Ford is alittle taken aback by your bluntness. "Uh, may I ask for your name?"

"I'm so sorry." You straighten up and put your hands together. "I'm Y/n L/n. I've admired you since I was a kid. You're like... the greatest man to exist."

He smiles, chuckling, "Well, I imagine I'll see great things from you, yes?"

"I sure hope so."

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You tapped your pin against your desk, your knee bouncing as you tried to focus. Your mind kept racing to your professor, Ford... You hadn't expected him to be so... charming and handsome.

You sighed in bliss as you watched the man lecture. He had such a way with words and you were mesmerized by him.

The past few months you've been in his class have been incredible. He was just brilliant, and it showed with his work and words. You had never felt such a connection with someone.

He dismisses the class, but ends up calling you back. You were a little surprised, because he had never called you back before- In fact, no teacher has ever called you back.

"Y/n, you know I must say I'm very impressed with your writing." He tells you as he pulls out some of your papers. "You remind me of myself. So... brilliant. I'm very impressed with your work and wanted to tell you if you ever need help, my door is always open- For you anyway."

You smiled, a little flustered, "Um... Thank you, Mr. Pines-"

"You can call me Ford. When we're alone. No need for formality."

"Of course. Thank you, Ford. I'll definitely take you up on your offer."

"I sure hope you do." He smiles and you have to control the way your body seems to melt. You only hoped he didn't know the power he had over you.

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You sipped on your drink, sitting in a small cafe while you were surrounded by books. You took a sip of your drink before sighing and leaning on your hand. You were distracted by a voice that called you.

"Uh, Y/n right?"

You were surprised that this guy approached you and knew your name. "Uh, yeah?"

"I'm Rob. We're in the same Philosophy class."

"Oh, yeah. I think I've seen you before."

He takes the seat in front of you, much to your dismay. You were just trying to study, not keep up a social conversation. You sighed, still focusing on your books as he kept talking, trying to keep your attention. Thankfully, a voice breaks out and pulls both of your attention away from each other.

You were surprised to see Ford, but you shouldn't have been, because the cafe was close to the school. You could tell something was off with Ford. You weren't sure what, but something was wrong.

"Um, Mr. Pines! I didn't know you liked Cafe's."

Your professor turns to you, smiling a sickly smile. "Uh, was just... around."

The tension was thick and you wondered if you should break the silence, but Rob finally does.

"Uh, you know, Y/n, I've got to go. I have class in like 30 minutes, but I'll see you around." He waves goodbye and you recuperate to be nice, but you were glad you didn't have to talk to him.

"Boyfriend?" Ford gestures to the leaving man and you quickly shake your head.

"God, no. No, no, no, no, no. Never. I don't even know that guy. He approached me."

"You don't know how good that is to hear."

"Yeah. Besides," You look Ford up and down. "He's not really my type."

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You stared at your ceiling, frustrated. All your room-mates were asleep, making it impossible for you to talk to any of them about the problems you faced. You looked over at your desk where your final and sighed to yourself. You weren't sure why it was bothering you so much, but maybe it was because you really wanted to impress Ford and have him compliment you.

You frowned, wondering why you needed Ford's approval so bad. Maybe it had to go back to your daddy issues? He did give you the attention and approval you lacked during your adolescent years. But, Ford had always been someone you looked up too, so you would love to have his attention.

In fact, you would love more than his attention- or at least a different kind of attention... Like something more... You sighed, pushing a hand through your hair. You wanted to rid yourself the thoughts that plagued your mind.

The thoughts of being bent over backwards by a man that is over triple your age were driving you crazy. The fact that even for his older age, he seemed to be more active than you, so you were sure you could be bent so many different ways-

You groaned, shaking your head and covering your eyes. God, how could you look at the man knowing your thoughts about him in the dead of the night?

You looked back to your final project, before doing something stupid. You grabbed it and headed out of your apartment, heading towards the school.

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You sighed as you stood infront of your professor's door. It was almost 2 in the morning and you doubted he was in his office, but the final was weighing heavily on your mind and you couldn't sleep. You raise your hand to knock but stop yourself.

You couldn't do this... You sighed, yet again, leaning your head on the door, only to fall forward when the door opened. Ford thankfully caught you before you could fall flat on your ass.

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

You felt your words get caught in your throat- He was still there, in his office... So late in the night. "Uh... Well-" You looked over at his desk to see a globe like thing with something moving in it. "What's that?"

He turns towards the globe, "Ahh, that." He lets you in and brings you over to the globe. He picks it up and shows it to you. "It's the interdimensional rift."

"What does that mean?"

"It's a controlled portal to other worlds- Or at least, it's in a controlled environment."

"Is it dangerous?"

"Very." He gestures to your project, a Perpetual Motion Machine, "What's that?"

"Uh... It's supposed to demonstrate Perpetual Motion-"

"I see that." He puts down your invention and pushes one of the balls and watches as it falls and bounces back up repeating the cycle. "You know..." He takes a seat and gestures for you to take a seat next to him. "When I was in high school, I made my own Perpetual Motion Machine... It was supposed to get me in my dream school..." He stops and you watch expectingly.

"But?"

He sighs, looking over at you, "My brother broke it and I didn't get in."

"A school rejected you? I don't believe it."

He laughs, a heavy hearty laugh. It was a nice laugh. You liked his laugh. "Oh, Y/n, you are something, you know that?"

"So, I've been told."

"I'm sure you have..." He smiles, scooting closer to you. "You're very special, Y/n." He tells you, his hands now on your knees.

You felt your face go a dark red at the closeness. You could see each of his eyelashes...

"You truly.... appreciate the brilliance of my mind. I know you would never take advantage of the knowledge I offer."

You wanted to respond, but before you could, there was a knock on the door and you pushed yourself away from him. Ford sighs, but gets up and opens the door. It was a student, because of course it was. Who else would it be?

They talk for a few minutes and you sigh to yourself. He closes the door and turns back to you, surprised to see you standing up with your work in your hands.

"What's wrong?"

"You know, it's late. I should get back to bed. You should, too. The sun's almost up, so I should try and get some sleep."

"I- Uh, yes. You should get some sleep. I'll see you later."

"Yeah... You will." You hold your head down as you exit his office, because you knew if you looked at him, you'd be drawn back in and stay.

[yanderambling]

concept: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~1k

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, reader smoking

in case this looks familiar: this is my best recreation of a story i posted on my deleted account- i loved it too much to let it die, hopefully you'll like it too!

Adrian tries in vain to still his wagging tail, but it only propels faster as he gets closer to you.

This happens every morning: he passes by your "spot" where you hang out with your delinquent friends before school, and you always make sure to give him trouble- and it never gets easier for him to handle.

Sure, he could take a different route to school. Hell, he could even just cross the street. But then how would you catch his eye as he passes and send his heart racing? How would you snatch his tail between your fingers and give it a harsh tug that has him stumbling to a stop and biting back a moan?

"What's got you so excited this morning, freak?"

Adrian chokes on his words, causing your friends to mutter and laugh amongst themselves. He clears his dry throat before trying again, but it's so hard to focus on words with your fingers gripped in his fur.

"N-nn-Nothing."

You scoff. "That's what you say every morning, though." You gesture at him with his own tail, your voice dripping with bored condescension. "I'm starting to think this thing is broken."

The uncomfortable pressure makes Adrian's stomach flip in the most delicious way. "'m-'m sorry..." He murmurs, his heavy tongue struggling to form the words he wasn’t really sure why he was saying.

Another scoff from you, this one distinctly amused (god you’re beautiful when you laugh, even your mockery is breathtaking). "Yeah, you're sorry alright."

Adrian sees one of your friends start to step forward in his periphery, but you halt them with a simple wave of your hand.

Adrian's heart soars.

That's right! You're the only one that gets to touch him like this! You're the only one that gets to pull his tail and pinch his ears, that gets to yank his shirt and steal the breath from his lungs, that gets to grab his arm so hard he’s left pushing on the bruise for a week. Wow, you don't even want your friends getting close to him- you must really care for him!

"The hell are you smiling for?"

Adrian jumps at your blunt words, blinking at you with wide eyes as he struggles to bite down on his grin. "I- I'm not- sure- I-" He can't just say it, he knows how flustered you get about him around your friends, but he also can't very well ignore you. He gulps. “I'm- I don't- I'm not, um-"

You cut him off with a breathy, sardonic laugh (he can all but hear the angelic choir underscoring it). "Oh, jesus, whatever. Where's my damn lunch?"

Adrian perks up at this, a direction. “Oh!” He quickly turns to retrieve it from his bag, the motion causing your grip to tighten and his tail to be jerked in a downright sinful manner.

“H-hhnn-h-here…” He digs out an expensive-looking bento box, quickly holding it out to you with both hands.

Adrian has been bringing you a homemade lunch every morning for the better part of the school year (made by himself with lots of love and only a little spit, but you seem to like it so much!), content with eating from the convenience store so the butler doesn’t get suspicious about him packing two lunchboxes. He's happy to do it, to know he's serving you every day, that his dedication and affection are regularly being consumed by you- it's an honor that thrills him to no end. (You just think you're taking his lunch, and that his mom is a killer cook.)

You snatch the box from him, giving his tail a final (mouthwatering) tug before you open the container. Adrian subconsciously holds his breath as your mouth curls into a tantalizing smirk.

"Sushi, huh? Trying to get on my good side, mutt?" You flick his ear as you snap the bento closed.

Adrian is surprised his legs haven’t given out. "Y-yea-ea- I- I know it's- your favorite..."

You snort, even managing to make that sound like music to his ears. “Yeah, I'll bet."

You swing your bag around and stuff the lunch away, drawing your hand back with a cigarette and lighter.

Adrian watches in awe as you hold it to your mouth; he’s completely enraptured by the way your sweet lips purse around the filter, the way your fingers flex as they ignite it, the way the flame reflects in your entrancing eyes, the way your cheeks hollow the slightest bit as you puff. He’s practically drooling as he watches the smoke crawl from your parted lips.

"What are you waiting for, a tip? Get lost."

Adrian startles out of his reverie, blinking slowly as he comes back to himself. Oh, right. He's given you what you needed from him, he can leave now.

Damn.

He obediently ducks his head and hurries on his way, only throwing about a dozen or so glances back your way before he rounds a corner.

Leaving you is a physical pain, and it hurts more each time he has to do it. Every step away from you is like a knife to his chest, every inhale of air you haven't breathed is suffocating- but it's a pain he's more than happy to feel. Because to feel the pain of leaving means he got to be around you at all, a sacred privilege he still isn't sure how he earned.

It's not because he's a hybrid, they make up over half the school and you've never payed any of them the same attention- no, you chose him. For one reason or another- love, destiny, (he's an easy target; solitary, never fights back, eager to follow your demands, and he doesn't tell anything to anyone no matter what you do to him. he’s pathetic, really, but a nice little puppy to have around), whatever it may be- you chose him.

And you just keep choosing him.

With this reassurance in mind (and one of his many treasured photo albums of you open on his phone), Adrian continues his trek to school with a skip in his step.

He's already looking forward to watching you eat his lunch from across the cafeteria.

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[nyoomerr]

Incoming prompt, if you don't already have enough! Bingqiu or Bingyuan, either is fine. Binghe is in the kitchen, cooking. Sy (or Sy!Sqq) comes up and maybe hugs him from behind while Binghe is forming dumplings or whatever and, for the very first time, jokingly calls him wife. At least he tries to make it sound like he's joking, but it comes across yearning, entirely too serious. Binghe, too, doesn't laugh. It's a bit too close to what he desperately wants to be, it hits way too close to his heart. So theyre both just standing there, silent, testing out the feel of it and being aware that the other one is just as affected.

The feeling of that scene could be tender and a bit fragile and silently intimate, full of unspoken feelings?

But yeah, feel free to disregard that if you don't want to write it or change it as you see fit^^ Have a nice day<3

zar u know i'll always write goodies for u if u ask 😘😘

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It - it really had been a joke, Shen Yuan swears! He’d only wanted to poke fun of Luo Binghe a bit, this great and fearsome demonic emperor who’d crossed entire worlds just to stand in Shen Yuan’s dingy kitchen and make dumplings. 

Luo Binghe was even wearing that stupid frilly pink apron he’d found shoved in one of Shen Yuan’s drawers - a gag gift that Shen Yuan hadn’t quite worked up the nerve to actually give to Luo Binghe, but that Luo Binghe himself seemed quite pleased with as soon as he’d learned it was, indeed, for him. Dressed up like that, diligently working on dinner hours in advance, wasn’t that basically asking for Shen Yuan to come play with him a bit??

So Shen Yuan had only wanted to have a bit of fun, nothing serious!! Nothing serious, okay?!! 

…But ah, why was it that when Shen Yuan came up behind Luo Binghe, tugging playfully at the frills of his apron and then dancing his fingers up further to tug at his hair, too -

“What are you, ah, my wife?”

- why was it that his words didn’t sound nearly playful enough for what he was asking?!!

Luo Binghe’s fingers stutter around the dumpling he’d been folding, making it come out a bit lopsided and misshapen. He clears his throat, delicately setting the dumpling down. Shen Yuan still has his hand in Luo Binghe’s hair.

“...Could I?” Luo Binghe asks, a bit too quiet.

“Um!” Shen Yuan says, quickly dropping his hand from Luo Binghe’s hair. “Um! …Sorry, could you… what, exactly?”

Surely, Luo Binghe didn’t mean - that is, he was probably just asking for permission to menace Shen Yuan a bit in exchange for having been poked fun of, right? Hahahahaha -

Luo Binghe turns his head to peer over his shoulder at Shen Yuan. The angle makes it look like he’s looking out from under his lashes, and the heat of the kitchen seems to have painted his cheeks pink even though the oven isn’t on right now.

“Could I be your wife?” Luo Binghe asks, and Shen Yuan very suddenly feels like all the breath has been punched right out of his lungs. “You - you’d let me marry you?”

Shen Yuan spends several long moments with his mouth flapping open and closed like a fish. That - no way, right??

“I think,” Shen Yuan wheezes, “I think I misheard you?”

Luo Binghe turns around fully to face Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan manages to have one single coherent thought about the way this position - Shen Yuan pressed in close to Luo Binghe, Luo Binghe trapped between him and the counter - really feels like the setup for a bad porno.

“Could I marry you?” Luo Binghe asks again, and - wow! Wow, Luo Binghe’s face is - um! Wow! 

“No?” Shen Yuan says, though it sounds strangled and not at all like a firm answer.

“Oh,” Luo Binghe says, and suddenly the expression he’d been wearing before - his eyes blown wide and cheeks pink and his mouth parted just slightly with what could only be apprehension and hope and a thrill - suddenly Luo Binghe looks much, much less happy.

“It’s against the law!” Shen Yuan rushes to clarify, his hands flying up to hover uselessly over Luo Binghe’s cheeks. He wants to - ah, he wants to - to help?? He wants to make that face go back to what it looked like before, ah! “It’s - in this world, um, that is - you couldn’t marry me. Because it’s, uh, against the law.”

Luo Binghe tilts his head, considering. “Marriage?”

“Not all, just - between two. Uh, two men. Or two women. Or - uh, yeah, just the gay ones. Are illegal.”

Luo Binghe draws his bottom lip in, just slightly, chewing on it. Shen Yuan wants to chew on it too. Fuck.

“I could say I’m a girl?” Luo Binghe offers, and Shen Yuan -

Shen Yuan very quickly turns around so he doesn’t have to look at Luo Binghe as he rallies himself. Focus, focus, do NOT think about that -!

“That would be worse,” he manages to get out, embarrassingly breathless. “I mean - uh, they wouldn’t believe you. You’d just end up harassed.”

Luo Binghe hooks his head over Shen Yuan’s shoulder, nosing into his cheek. Shen Yuan shivers, even though he is suddenly several degrees warmer than he’d been seconds ago.

“But if it was allowed,” Luo Binghe says, his breath fanning over Shen Yuan’s cheek, “I could marry you? I could be your wife?”

Shen Yuan’s knees buckle. Luo Binghe, ever attentive, catches him around his waist before he can really fall, and pulls him in even closer. The line of their bodies pressed together - Shen Yuan’s thighs, his hips, the whole length of his back - feels unbearably warm. 

Marriage feels - that’s a lot. Of everything. A lot of Luo Binghe - Luo Binghe would want to spend his whole life with Shen Yuan - a lot of - well, marriage seems quite a bit more gay than just roommates who share a bed and all their meals and sometimes get each other off.

“Please?” Luo Binghe asks, and - fuck!!

“Yes!” Shen Yuan says, as if the answer has been punched right out of him. “Yes, yes, of course - I mean, if you’d really want - I mean, we can’t, but -”

Luo Binghe presses a wet kiss on Shen Yuan’s cheek, humming happily. Shen Yuan’s jaw snaps closed with an audible click.

“Okay,” Luo Binghe says, pulling away from Shen Yuan. He doesn’t take his hands off Shen Yuan just yet, which Shen Yuan is grateful for - he isn’t quite sure he’d be able to stand on his own, right now.

“Okay,” Shen Yuan repeats, far more breathlessly than Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe hums again, clearly amused, and then uses his grip on Shen Yuan to lift him and place him on an empty, mostly clean of flour section of the kitchen counter.

“Sit here,” Luo Binghe says, patting Shen Yuan’s knee. “Your wife is going to go get Xin Mo from the closet, and then we will go visit my world for a bit.”

“For - for how long?” Shen Yuan splutters, off balance from the seemingly non-sequitur and not at all from Luo Binghe calling himself ‘wife.’ 

“For about as long as it takes to get married,” Luo Binghe answers, grinning wide, and - 

Ah. Fuck. I’ve been played, Shen Yuan despairs, and then has to slap his hands over his face so he can pretend he doesn’t have a grin just as big and stupid on his own face. 

[fleckficgirl]

Heartthrob | Arthur Fleck x reader 💗 CHAPTER 10

Summary: Attempting to conceal her checkered past, a young dancer in Gotham (Y/N) lands a job at Ha-Ha’s and finds herself increasingly drawn to a shy, lonely clown named Arthur Fleck.

Warnings: This chapter contains mugging, memory loss, traumatic brain injury. This fic as a whole contains sex, language, violence, mental illness.

Word Count: 3164

Chapter List: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Author’s Note: I’m back! Obviously, it took me sooo long to figure out how to write this next chapter, but I finally got it together. I really appreciate your patience in the meantime & hope you enjoy reading it. The plan is to post more regularly soon (Chapter 11 is almost done).

“Makeup is an art,” Chantelle and Tina had explained to you the night before. “Think of your face as a canvas.”

Despite all their well-intentioned beauty coaching, the cold, hard truth was you still had no idea what the hell you were doing - you couldn’t even keep the differences between moisturizer, foundation and concealer straight in your brain. And after twenty minutes of attempting to “paint” your face like the natural-born Rembrandt they were convinced you were, you’d stared back at your reflection in the mirror and decided you looked like a clown…and not in a sexy-Arthur-Fleck kinda way.  

Exasperated, you’d washed everything off, opting instead for a tiny bit of mascara, lip gloss and powder.

But then there was the issue of your hair. You’d burned your fingers on Tina’s flat iron before managing to get things somewhat under control. But as soon as you stepped out onto the street the rain began to fall, causing your already-unruly mane to frizz up completely by the time you reached the subway.

Chantelle’s handpicked outfit, however, remained the only unblemished element of tonight's ensemble: her tight-fitting angora sweater did things for your non-existent cleavage you’d never imagined possible. You’d be sure to thank her profusely later…even though she thought you were going out with someone else tonight.

You’d never cared how you looked in front of a guy before…but Arthur Fleck wasn’t just a guy. To say he’d gotten under your skin was, perhaps, the understatement of your life: you were becoming crazy about the man.

You didn't know how you were going to survive this date. You could barely hold it together in Arthur’s presence without wanting to reach out and smother him with affection, and the kiss between you earlier today had only solidified your deepest desires. You wanted Arthur in so many ways…ways you didn’t even understand yet. It reminded you of the first time you’d ever rode the Giant Dipper at Amusement Mile: the sensation of your stomach flying up into your throat as you went over that first terrifying drop…a disconcerting mix of fear and exhilaration. Was this what being in love felt like?

***

The bouncer at Pogo’s frowned as you handed him your ID.

“Are you…um…are you alright, miss?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

You were thrown off by the question. “Of course. Why?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…have you looked in a mirror recently?”

You shook your head. The jerk was actually making fun of how bad your hair and makeup had turned out. People in this city really didn’t know how to act.

“Wow, you’re hilarious,” you rolled your eyes at him, snatching back your ID. “Can I please go inside now? My friend’s about to go on.”

You pushed past the rude bouncer and entered the club, scanning the room feverishly for an empty seat. Spotting one parallel to the center of the stage, your eyes lit up and you rushed over to claim it. As you sat down, a strange chill ran up your spine as you slowly began to realize: everyone was staring at you. Faces of concern and mockery swam around you, and you weren’t sure why.

Oh shit, you thought. Do I have something on my face?

Unfortunately, you hadn’t brought a compact mirror (Tina and Chantelle had given you a five minute lecture on the importance of always carrying on in your purse), so you couldn’t check. And you couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom because then you’d lose your seat. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, then glanced at your watch and saw the glass was cracked.

Weird. You hadn’t remembered smashing it against anything on the way over.

Your concerns about your appearance, however, were quickly dissolved as the current act wrapped and the emcee took the mic.

“This next comic describes himself as a lifelong Gotham resident who from a young age was told that ‘his purpose in life was to bring laughter and joy into this cold, dark world.’ Umm. Okay? Please help me welcome Arthur Fleck!”

You applauded along with the rest of the half-faded crowd as relief washed over you. Thank God you hadn’t missed him. As Arthur took the stage, your heart began to throb again. There were simply simply no words to describe how incredible he looked tonight. His red vest. The crisp, white button-down shirt underneath it. The matching slacks.

And his hair. His hair.

You were certain his hair was going to be the death of you. How was it possible that you and that gorgeous hair inhabited the same planet without the entire world imploding?

Arthur squinted out at the crowd before speaking. You knew he was searching for you, needing to see you in the audience, needing to know you were there for him. And you were. When the two of you locked eyes, he smiled. You smiled back at him and everything else fell away. It was you and Arthur again. And nothing else in this cold, dark world mattered.

You didn’t care that Arthur had a laughing episode at the beginning of his act. You didn’t care that basically all his jokes fell flat, either. You didn’t care about any of that. All you cared about was how proud you were of him. So proud, you felt like you could burst into a million pieces.

When he finished his set, you leapt to your feet, clapping and screaming. Arthur blushed from the stage, embarrassed…and pleased. Everyone was staring at you, then back at Arthur, then back at you in dazed confusion. Two weirdo peas in a pod…and proud.

“We’re gonna take a short break,” the emcee announced.

A moment later, you and Arthur found each other at the back of the club.

“You were amazing, Arthur!” you exclaimed as you threw your arms around him.

“I'm so glad you came tonight…” he hummed into your ear. Of course, your depraved mind twisted the meaning of those two words in your head, and you found yourself having to stifle a blushing smile. You felt your body quaver with excitement at being next to him once again.

“Wait a minute…” Arthur pulled back to look at you, shock and concern flooding his face.

“Y/N, what…what happened to you?”

You blinked. “What? Nothing happened to me.”

“You’re…you’re hurt.” Arthur looked you up and down, then lifted your hands to eye-level. Bruises in the shape of what looked like fingers and fingertips lined the insides of your wrists. You frowned at the sight, utterly confused.

“Y/N, who…who did this to you?”

“I’m fine!” you insisted. “I mean…I have a slight headache, but, y’know,  it’s probably just the rain.”  

“Y/N, look at me. Tell me what happened. Can you remember?”

It took a minute for your brain to register Arthur’s question, which you realized was a little strange.

“Well,” you inhaled, trying hard to formulate your thoughts. “I got on the subway…I know that. And I took it all the way to…well, whatever this stop was near here, you know? And then I got off the train and went up the stairs…and then…” you looked up into Arthur’s beautiful eyes. “And then I was here. Watching you perform for the very first time. And I’m so proud of you, Arthur!” you squealed as if you’d seen him for the first time tonight all over again.

“You don’t remember anything else? You must have hit your head.”

“I'm fine!”

“Y/N,” Arthur’s worried eyes blinked at you. “I don’t think you are. I think I need to take you to the hospital.”

“But it’s our big date!” you wailed. “I got all dressed up and everything!”

At that moment, a few Wall Street bro types brushed past and snickered at Arthur.

“Nice set, freak. In case you didn’t get the memo: you’re supposed to tell the jokes and the audience is supposed to laugh…not the other way around.”

"He has a laughing condition, you assholes!" you snarled at them without hesitation.

To everyone’s surprise, the bros paused, thrown off by the fact you’d called them out.

“Sorry…” Arthur interjected, glancing at the dudes apologetically. “She’s…she’s not feeling well.”

Arthur shot you a desperate please-shut-your-mouth-before-you-get-us-both-killed look, but you could see there was a tiny, triumphant smile curling up his lips underneath it. Still, the words were flying out of your mouth and there wasn’t much you could do to stop them.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling well,” you continued loudly, glowering at them. “Maybe if assholes would shut their fat faces and stop acting ignorant, I’d feel better.”

“Okay, you’re coming with me now!” Arthur wrapped his arm around your shoulders and scooted you towards the door. You looked over your shoulder to see them staring after you, dumbfounded. The sight of it made you laugh.

“Y/N,” Arthur pulled you into him as soon as you were outside. “I’m taking you to Gotham Hospital. We’ve gotta get you checked out.”

“No, Arthur!” you protested. You didn’t exactly know why you were so opposed to the idea, but your first instinct was to protest.

“I’m worried about you,” he emphasized.

“I’m fine!”

“Y/N, please. Please? Just do it for me. Just so I know you’re okay.”

“Okay.”

You’d switched it up so quickly, Arthur blinked in disbelief. He cleared his throat, nodding.

“Uh…okay. Good. Let’s go.”

**

“This is not where I expected to end up tonight,” you lamented. Arthur sat next to you, a clipboard given to him by the nurse at the front desk in his lap. He was trying to fill out your paperwork for you.

“Um. Your last name is…L/N right?”

“Yeah” You smiled at him. “How’d you know?”

Arthur blushed. “I…might have looked at your timecard. I was…curious about you. This was before…you know…we became...closer.”

“That’s so sweet! I looked at your timecard, too!”

Arthur stifled a laugh. “What’s your date of birth?”

He patiently wrote in all the answers and brought the completed forms back up to the desk.

“I’m surprised there aren’t more people here,” you observed, looking around at the handful of other patients. “It is a Friday night, after all.”

“It’s only ten o’clock,” Arthur reasoned. “My guess is things get crazier out there in a couple hours or so.”

“I feel like things are flying out of my mouth tonight without any filter,” you blurted. “And I’m not even that angry.”

“I feel like they are, too,” Arthur agreed. “But, that’s okay. I’m glad you agreed to come here. I’m…I’m still worried about you.”  

You narrowed your eyes at him, leaning in. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Arthur looked a little startled, but he nodded.

“How do you get your hair to look so good all the time?”

Arthur’s eyebrows arched and he laughed.

“I'm serious!”

“No…I'm sorry,” he demurred, looking down at the tile floor. “It's just that nobody’s ever said that to me before.”

“Nobody ever said your hair looks incredible?” you asked. “Like it's the most gorgeous hair in the world? Nobody ever approached you to do shampoo commercials?”

“Maybe that's my true calling,” he joked.

“What shampoo do you use?”

"That's a personal question," Arthur teased as the door to the back of the ER swung open.

“L/N? F/N L/N?” the nurse called out.

You leapt to your feet. “Oh! That’s me.”

“Do you want me to wait here?” Arthur asked.

“Are you kidding?” You extended your hand and pulled him up. “Of course I want you to come. You’re my emotional support clown.”

**

After weighing you, taking your blood pressure, asking if you had any allergies to any medications and all the other boring details that entailed a medical visit, the nurse set you up in an examination room and read through your paperwork, pursing her lips as she centered in on the handwritten scrawl (Arthur’s handwriting of course) that explained why you’d come to the ER in the first place.

“It says here you…think you hit your head?”

“He thinks I hit my head,” you clarified, jerking said head towards Arthur. “I’m still not sure. There’s a big gap in my memory from tonight and I don’t know why.”

“There are bruises on her arms,” Arthur added. “She came to meet me and she looked…disheveled. Like someone had…”

He paused. The nurse looked you up and down.

“You don’t remember what happened to cause the bruises?”

You shrugged. “I can be clumsy sometimes.”

“You’re not…that clumsy,” Arthur murmured under his breath. “I mean,” he looked up at the nurse. “She’s a dancer. She’s…one of the most graceful people I’ve ever seen.”

“Arthur, that is so sweet!” you exclaimed.

The nurse shot you both a skeptical look, then smiled. “Your husband obviously cares for you a great deal.”

“Oh,” Arthur blushed. “I’m…not her-”

“Yes, he’s a wonderful husband!” you interjected, flashing him a slightly maniacal smile. “So protective of me. I couldn’t ask for a better one.”

“It sounds like you might have taken a fall,” the nurse continued, jotting down a few notes on your chart. “But the bruises on your wrists do look like they were caused by someone else’s hands.”

“My watch is broken, too,” you blurted.

“I’m wondering if maybe you were mugged. It happens to women in Gotham all the time, unfortunately.”

“But I still have all my money,” you pointed out, opening up your purse to show off your untouched wallet.

“Maybe you fought them off,” Arthur suggested. It wasn’t a completely outlandish notion. You were known to bring out the feistiness if the wrong people pushed your buttons.

“In any case, we’ll run some tests to check for concussion and other injuries.”

The nurse opened a drawer and handed you a light blue paper robe. “You can put this on. I’ll inform the doctor and he’ll check you over.”

“Thank you,” Arthur said.

“Of course. He should be by in just a minute.”

“What a nice lady,” you said to Arthur after she left you alone. “Don’t always meet people like that around here.”

“Very nice,” Arthur agreed. He cleared his throat. “Um…do you want me to leave, or…turn around while you get changed?”

You blinked, the reality of everything that had happened tonight finally hitting you.

“I just can’t believe this is how tonight turned out.”

“What do you mean?” Arthur asked softly.

“I had a whole outfit planned, Arthur! And my hair and makeup. I wanted to impress you and look beautiful for you tonight.”

“Y/N…” Arthur stood up to face you. “You are beautiful. No matter what. All I care about is that you’re okay.”

You sighed, moved by his sweet words, but you still felt utterly crestfallen and defeated. “I ruined our first date. And your big stand-up debut. I wanted tonight to be perfect so bad…”

“You didn’t ruin it,” Arthur interrupted. “I…” he paused. “Of course I wish none of this had happened to you. This city is…awful. In so many ways.” He paused, taking your hand into his. “But…I just love being with you. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, as long as we’re together.”

You wanted to kiss him again, but suddenly the door flew open and a man in a white coat suddenly stood before you both.

“I hear somebody got banged up tonight.”

**

Dr. White’s bedside manner was on the complete other end of the spectrum of your nice nurse’s from a few minutes before, but you’d come to expect that from men with MDs. After performing the perfunctory tests of shining a light in your eyes, examining your body for additional trauma or bruising (none was found) and asking you a few routine questions, he announced his evaluation:

“My guess is you got mugged. Maybe the muggers chickened out before they could actually…you know…mug you. It does look like you’ve got a concussion.”

“What can you do for that?”Arthur asked, concerned.

The doctor snorted at what he obviously deemed a dumb question. “Not much. Just wait it out. Don’t go to sleep for a while.”

“What happens if I fall asleep?” you asked.

“You could die.”

“Oh.”

“Your brain’ll heal itself,” the doctor continued. “Might take a little time. Just try to take it easy and don’t be in places where this could happen to you again.”

“You mean the entire city?” you asked, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. You knew what he meant, but the slight insinuation that getting mugged was somehow your fault didn’t sit great with you.

“What can I say?” Dr. White shook his head and shrugged. “Welcome to Gotham.”

“I’ve lived here all my life,” you informed him dryly. “Gotham’s a jungle.”

“Then welcome to the jungle.”

**

“Are you hungry?” Arthur asked in the lobby of the hospital. It was past midnight. “There’s a diner down the street people seem to like.” He paused. “That is…if it’s not too late for you.”

The way you saw it, you’d stay up all night with Arthur if he’d have you.

“Let’s go to the diner. I could really go for a cheeseburger."

Arthur laughed. “Okay.”

The rain had stopped and the air outside felt crisp and freshly-washed. For a brief moment, it made you forget that the garbage strike in Gotham had just entered its seventh week.

You and Arthur moved through the crowded sidewalk together, stumbling through the endless obstacles of people and garbage. A startling headline caught your eye as you walked past a newsstand, and you stopped in your tracks to read it:  

KILLER CLOWN ON THE LOOSE. LATEST NEWS ON THE MURDERS, PAGE TWO.

Beneath was a drawing of a vampiric clown.

“Can you believe that?” you asked.

Arthur paused alongside you, his eyes wide as he soaked in the headline.

“I watched this on the news last night."

Arthur nodded, pulling out and lighting a cigarette. “They worked at Wayne Enterprises. All three of them.”

You rolled your eyes. “That figures.”

Arthur cocked his head to one side. “What do you mean?”

You continued, lowering your voice. “Between you and me, I actually knew one of them. Back when I was still at college. He was a complete asshole, and that’s putting it nicely.” You sighed. “And if I had to guess, those ‘friends’ of his were cut from the exact same cloth. But it looks like he finally picked the wrong person to fuck with. And I can’t say I’m shedding any tears.”

Arthur nodded slowly, taking in your words.

“I’m sorry,” you stopped yourself. “You must think I’m crazy for talking like this.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t think you’re crazy at all.”

“Three less pricks in Gotham City,” you quipped. “Only a million more to go!”

Arthur threw back his head and laughed. You took it as a good sign: despite the traumatic brain injury and the chaotic night you’d shared, his smile still made you go weak at the knees.

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[vodika-vibes]

Blind Date

I think this is kind of cute, but I like aquariums. But I'm also not sure I managed to get Cody's personality down. He's harder than he should be.

Pairing: Cody x Reader

Word count: 842

Songs: None

Warnings: Mentions of a stalking

“Oh, stop being such a grouch.” You roll your eyes as your best friend, Bella, wraps both of her arms around one of yours, “This’ll be fun, you’ll see!”

“Watching you and your boy toy suck face does not sound like my idea of fun.” You say dryly, even as you allow her to drag you down the street towards the aquarium. 

“Wow, rude.” She huffs, “Look, Rex is bringing one of his brothers, so you won’t have to ‘watch me and my boy toy suck face’.” Bella quotes with a scrunched up nose, “Instead you can suck face with his brother!”

You stop in the middle of the sidewalk, “Are you setting me up on a blind date?”

“Um…wellll-” She is, tellingly, not meeting your gaze.

“Oh my god. You do remember what happened the last time you did this, right? Poor Cissa had to move!”

“Okay, that wasn’t my fault! How was I supposed to know that Cissa had a stalker?! And this is one of Rex’s older brothers, so he’s definitely not a stalker!” Bella exclaims, “Please? We’re already here.”

“Fine. But the second this becomes weird-” You threaten, though you would have had more luck talking to a brick wall, based on how she squeals and pulls you into the building.

She releases you as quickly as she latched on, instead flinging herself into the waiting arms of Rex. Rex, at least, seems to enjoy your friend's unique brand of affection, if nothing else.

“Ah, you made it.” He smiles at you, and then motions to his left, “My older brother, Cody.”

You flick your gaze over Cody, who looked about as thrilled as you felt at being there. “I’m fairly certain this is actually a kidnapping,” You admit to Rex as you fold your arms, “She kind of just, broke into my house, threw clothes at me, and told me to come with her. I wasn’t even aware that this was going to be a date until about 30 seconds ago.”

Rex blinks in surprise, “Well, you’re here now, and we’ve already paid.” He untangles himself from Bella, and lightly shoves Cody towards you, “be nice, vod.”

Cody rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah.” And then Rex and Bella are gone, apparently having planned this in advance.

“Yeah, that figures,” You say with a sigh, as you rest your hand against your cheek.

Cody glances at you, “You really didn’t know this was a date?”

“I never would have left the house with her if I knew. She doesn’t exactly have a good track record with this kind of thing.” You sigh, “But I’m here, and you’re probably not a stalker.” You pause and eye him suspiciously, “You’re not a stalker, right?”

“I don’t have time for something like that,” Cody replies blandly.

You laugh, “Good to know.” You shift so you’re looking at him properly, “The coral exhibit is one of my favorites, do you want to go see them?”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he flashes the smallest smile, “Yeah, alright. Lead the way.”

You grin and reach out, lightly taking his unprotesting hand, “There, now you won’t get lost.”

At that, he laughs. He shifts his hand, just a little, and laces his fingers with yours, “There, now I’ll definitely not get lost,” 

You keep your face from flushing through sheer will. Though, judging by the sly grin forming on Cody’s face, you didn’t do a very good job.

You spin on your heel, and tug him down the hall that led to the coral exhibit, finally losing your battle against your flustered embarrassment. 

45 minutes later, you’re giving an enthusiastic lecture on coral and their relationship with various forms of sea life. Cody is watching you with amusement clear on his face, and the pair of you haven’t moved beyond the very first exhibit.

He leans against the wall, lightly tugging you away from the glass partition, so some other groups could see the coral. He gently sets his free hand on your hip and stands you between his legs, it’s the only way he can think to keep people from walking into you. 

Eventually you realize how close you’re standing to him, and your words trail off, a bright blush crossing your face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to ramble.” You murmur.

“Don’t apologize,” He chides lightly, “Your rambling is cute.”

Cody glances to the side for a moment, and then, upon realizing that no one is paying attention to them, he tugs you closer. Close enough that you can feel his breath against your skin, “Keep going, tell me about the sea horses.”

You grin at him, and reach out with one hand to lightly curl your fingers around the thin material of his tee shirt. “We might be here for the rest of the day,” You warn.

“I’m okay with that.” He replies lightly.

In the end, your date lasts three days. And at the end of those three days, you have a boyfriend in the form of Marshal Commander Cody.

[alice3876]

Take My Hand (And Don't Let Go) | y.kh

⤑ genre: fluff

⤑ pairing: Keeho x bff!Reader

⤑ warning: mentions of anxiety and low self-confidence

⤑ summary: You ask Keeho to stay back, determined to confess your feelings to him… and things don't go as planned. At all.

⤑ requested: no

⤑ word count: 1.3k

Notes: I finally managed to write something that isn't too cringe TwT… I hope. First work I'm posting here on Tumblr. Honestly don't know which setting this is. School? Most likely. Other? Maybe. Who knows. I certainly don't lol enjoy

Another note: This man is just the definition of perfection and I adore him so yeah, I was writing a Felix story and promptly decided to switch to this because I got a sudden and rare bought of inspiration (woo!) It's actually probably shitty but anyways lots of things go on in my mind that you wouldn't believe 😀👍

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ 🎕 ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

"Keeho?" you asked softly, walking up behind him and gently grabbing onto his sleeve. "Can we talk?"

"... yeah, sure, what's up?" he replied, turning to you.

"Um…" you hesitantly looked around at his friends. You didn't want to ask them to go away and come off as rude, but Keeho got the message. 

"Go on ahead guys, I'll catch up to you later."

They showed various degrees of agreement and walked off, bidding you goodbye. Keeho turned back to you, a frown on his face.

"Keeho-"

"What's going on, Y/n? You've been avoiding me for weeks! What happened?" he blurted out once the two of you were alone.

You looked down, nervously fiddling with the rings on your slender fingers, teeth sinking into your plush lip as a result of the wave of anxiety washing over you.

"I– [...] I'm sorry, this was a mistake," you stuttered, briskly turning and walking rushing away from him. 

'I can't do this,' you thought to yourself, mind whirling in a thousand directions at once. You thought you had come to terms with your feelings and wanting to express them, but you didn't have the strength to face him.

"Y/n, don't you dare walk away without talking to me." the stern voice snapped you out of your daze. His long fingers that you spent so much time fiddling around with wrapped around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. 

'Fuck.' Keeho's stride was longer than you had realized. Or, more likely, it was longer than you had wanted to notice. You had hoped you could outrun him, but that was now clearly out of the question.

'I'm fucked. Somebody please kill me now.'

"Talk to me. … please…"

You abruptly looked up at his face, caught off guard by the vulnerable lilt in his voice. He looked like his heart might break into pieces if you walked away now.

'Of course his heart won't break, you idiot. Snap out of your delusions!' And yet… 'No!'

"What do you want me to say, Kee?" you asked, cursing yourself for letting your voice break. "... I've been avoiding you because I like you and I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to act around you and I practically break down when you show affection towards me, even though I know very well it's all platonic, so I figured it was better for my heart and sanity if I stayed away from you... you got your answer. Now—can you please let me go—?" you ranted out, voice breaking at the end and tears brimming at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill down your flushed cheeks. 

He looked at you, bemused, his eyes wide and his lips parted just slightly in surprise. 

"You… you like me?" he repeated incredulously, eyes still fixed on your irritated ones.

"Is that all you got from that? Really?" you clicked your tongue in annoyance.

"No, but… you like me? Really? You're serious?" he asked again, voice dropping a bit.

"No, I don't like you, I love you! Now can you get that through your thick skull, for fuck's sake?!" you snapped.

He snorted. "That's a special way to confess your love. Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Wow. You know what, this is a waste of time. I'm leaving." you shook your wrist from his grip and stalked off, trying your best to fight off the tears now rolling down your cheeks.

"W- no, wait, wait!" he called after you, still laughing. "I'm sorry, it's just- you're cute when you get mad." He pulled you back again and softened at the sight of you fighting so hard to keep yourself together. He gently brushed away your tears, looking at you so fondly you could melt right there before his eyes. You still didn't think he liked you, but there was so much warmth and affection in his eyes at the moment, it couldn't hurt to hope just a bit… right?

His lips curled into a soft smile as he took your small hands in his big ones and intertwined your fingers. "I like you too, Y/n. Though I really wish you would've just told me instead of avoiding me like I might give you an infectious disease if you get too close." You opened your mouth to reply, but he squeezed your hands and kept talking. "It's alright. I know you struggle a lot with your self-confidence and your anxiety. But know that I'm always here for you, alright? You can tell me anything. I care about you so much more than you realize." He let go of your hands, but before you could worry—what can I say? Anxiety is intense—he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you in for a hug. He held you like you were the most precious thing in the world and you might break apart if he let go—which you just might, if we're being honest here. 

You tightly wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him as close as possible. It wasn't too often that Keeho showed his affection in this way—he was more the type to tease you—so you hung onto him like your life depended on it, relishing in the warmth of his strong body against yours. Physical touch was your love language, so this was probably the most effective way to comfort you—and win your affection.

"So…" you voiced and he slightly pulled away to look at you. "Does this mean we're dating?" you asked slyly, feeling a little less vulnerable and a little more like your usual self, which made Keeho laugh.

"If that's what you want, then yes. I'll be your boyfriend, love." You swore you actually melted into a puddle at this point. The hug was so warm and comforting. Being his girlfriend? A dream, really. But being called love? That was too much for your poor heart. In your mind, it was the sweetest nickname to ever exist, and he used it for you? Wow. You just might implode or self-combust at this point.

Keeho kept his eyes on you, concerned by your long silence. "Y/n?... Areee you alright?" he asked hesitantly, snapping you out of your simp thoughts.

"Huh?! Yes! I'm great!" It took you a minute to realize that you never answered him. "Yes, I want to be your girlfriend. I've been hoping for this for so long." Another pause of realization. "You chastised me for not telling you how I felt about you, but you didn't do it either." You frowned at him and he gave you a cheeky smile. 

"Well-" He didn't even make an effort to continue his sentence. 

"Jerk. I was stressed out for-" 

Keeho cut you off with a soft press of his lips to the corner of your mouth, leaving you a flustered, fumbling mess. 

"I- wha- that was low." You narrowed your eyes at him, face red, and he laughed again. 

"You think too much," he said simply, booping you on the nose. "Besides, I can kiss you all I want now, since we're together." He raised an eyebrow and you choked.

"What are you insinuating?"

"What are you thinking, love? Didn't know you had such a dirty mind. Oh wait, actually-" You cut him off with a smack on the arm and an insulted scoff while he practically roared with laughter now.

You scowled. "Remind me why I like you?"

"I don't know. Why do you like me?" He grinned your way. "Come on, we should get going. The guys are waiting for us."

"They're waiting for you," you pointed out.

"Well, too bad. They're going to have to settle for us from now on. Right, love?" He looked at you lovingly, a soft smile playing on his lips. That smile was mirrored on your own face as you looked down, trying to hide how giddy you looked and felt. "Here." You looked up, confused, to see him holding out his hand to you. "Well? Take my hand and don't let go, alright?"

You smiled. "Alright."

[inseparableduo]

Part 1

“- So then I just turned off the movie and went to sleep.” Janne sighed. 

“Oh yeah, that’s… wow.” Jenny responded. Clearly not at all listening to anything he just said. 

Janne doesn’t notice at first. Too busy venting about the shitty movie he saw last night. Eventually, he does get frustrated with her half-assed answers and sad voice.

“Am I boring you?” Janne asks genuinely. Putting aside his anger for a second. 

“What? No, it’s just like… I’m exhausted from yesterday.”

“Yeah, that was like an anomaly, Holy shit.” Janne said, thinking back about yesterday. Who knew they would walk into an active crime scene yesterday after dropping off Alex’s pizza. Well, at least the lie of filming porn was convincing enough for the police to leave.

“Was it? Or the week before that, or the week before that - - Why do our lives have to be so fucking eventful?” Jennifer’s voice started to rise as she spoke. Not at all trying to hide her anger as she mentally thought of all the bullshit they’ve been through lately. 

“That’s a legit question, shit…

Do you believe in God?” He asked, almost absently.

“Do you?” Jenny questioned back, still annoyed thinking back on yesterday.

“No.”

“Me neither… You don’t think-”

“We are not going to church.” Janne quickly cut her off. It’s then that his phone goes off. He looks down and sees an unknown number. 

“Don’t know that number, wonder who that is.” He mused to himself.

“Let me guess. Bomb threat, rapist murder guy oh my god…” Jenny replied in a fake horror but overall bored voice and rolled her eyes. 

Janne then answers the phone and puts it on speaker. “Hello?”

“Hello this is the —------ correctional holding facility.”

“I knew it.”

“You have a collect phone call from…”

“Janne answer the fucking phone it’s your brother.”

“To accept these chargers press 1.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Janne sighed before pressing 1.

“Janne. Why isn’t mom picking up her phone?”

“I don’t know? Call her up and ask her.” 

“God. You both are so fucking dumb.” Jenny then scoffs.

“Ok. See you later, byeeee.” Janne then went to end the call only to be interrupted.

“Wait. Wait. Is that Jenny?”

“Yeah… why?”

“I met someone in here who wants to talk to her. Hold on a sec, ok?”

“Oh my god.” Jennifer spoke up, just a tiny bit scared. Last she checked, she didn't know anyone in jail.

“... This is gonna be a really expensive phone call.” Janne sighed. 

“Uh hello?”

“Uh, who dis?” Janne questioned.

“It’s me Kyle?”

“Kyle who?” Jennifer spoke up. Not having the slightest clue to who it was.

“We were at the barcade yesterday, remember?”

“Oh shit… yeah?” She replied. Her voice still a little confused. Where the fuck was this going?

“So I thought it over, and I killed my mom… So you guys wanna go out in 10 years when they let me out?”

“Uh… Yeah I don’t know.”

“Aw come on! You promised! You can’t back out now.” Kyle yelled over the phone. “What do you think, Janne?”

“I’m thinking how the fuck are you getting out in 10 years.”

“You wanna hear how I killed her? Would that turn you guys on?”

“Would it?” Janne thought out loud as he tilted his head and looked up. He was genuinely considering it.

“What the fuck! Hang up!” Jennifer whisper shouted to him.

“YOU SAID YOU’D BE ALL MINE! ALL MINE!”

Kyle shouted over the phone and Janne then finally hung up. 

“That was cool.”

“I’ve never felt worse in my life.” Jennifer said, bringing a hand to cover her mouth as she felt light-headed. 

“Dude, don’t worry about it. The fact he followed through means his mom was probably a total bitch anyway.” Janne said, calmly. Unlike his best friend, he wasn’t at all affected by what just happened. Despite it being his idea to begin with anyway. 

“I guess that’s possible.” Jennifer said, now just resting a finger on her lips. 

“And look at the bright side, he killed her for you. You’re technically the hottest girl in school now.”

“You’re kinda right.” She smiled.

“Yeah, they might even make a lifetime movie about this. Who do you think should play you?”

“Um… I don’t know.” She then flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll think it over in class. You coming today?” 

“Yeah.”

[light-end-dragon]

Chapter 3

Arthur: So that is what happened….do you know the boy’s identity?

Cain: No. Honestly, it’s a miracle I know that much.

Akira: Um…a little while ago when we were investigating, I did overhear you say that “that has to be where it happened…” 

Cain: Oh, you heard that? Yeah, that was the incident I was thinkin’ of. Grief and regret are all sorts of things that’re easily affected by the Calamity.

Cain: Still, at the same time, the possibility that boy turned into the wandering spirit’s pretty low. What do ya think, Faust? 

Faust: …It might be possible. When I tried to unravel the curse before, the presence did feel a lot like a child.

Faust: The possibility that the missing kid is the true form of this wandering spirit works well enough, in my opinion.

Akira: …That’s so sad if it's true, though. His future being cut short as he was just about to start his dream….

Cain: Yeah. I heard about it when I was in the Order; he was apparently 12 years old at that time. …..If he were alive now, we would’ve been the same age. It really left a lasting impression on me after I realized that…

Akira: Wow, I don’t blame you. It really is terrible…

Cain: Yeah…

Cain’s expression was clouded for a moment, but soon he shook his head, raising his eyes again.

Cain: Anyway, the important thing right now is to find out that spirit’s true form.

Cain: Also, if my hunch is right and it is that boy….we should try whatever avenue we can to find out his name.

Cain: And if he isn’t, I can only hope he ended up in the place where he was meant to be. 

Akira: Yeah, me too….

Bradley: Ugh. Stop with all the tearjerker crap, will ya? I ain’t got time for this shit.

In contrary to my solemn agreement, Bradley just gave a scornful laugh, waving a hand at us like he was shooing off a dog. 

Bradley: Our goal, if ya didn’t forget, is to get rid of this curse as soon as possible. If offin’ the source of its grief was easier, I’d be all for it.

Cain: Yeah, I know. I would too if we had the means.

Cain: But this wandering spirit was originally a human. I’d rather be able to choose how to resolve this curse, so I wanna prepare in case it happens. 

Bradley: Buzz off; I ain’t doin’ this for anyone but me. I don’t see why I hafta care about some punk kid that don't matter. 

Cain: …..

Cain frowned slightly as Bradley’s unrepentant refusal, then paused to take a breath.

Cain: ….I really can’t see eye-to-eye with you, can I?

Bradley: Hey, you’re the one who was preachin’ about holdin’ hands and joinin’ up before.

Cain: Yeah, I know…..hey, hold up! We’ve flown pretty far already; we should probably turn back soon and go ask around at the local tavern.

Arthur: The tavern?

Cain: Yeah. Cause it’s a place where both people and information gather. I’d like to go ask the locals if they know anythin’ about all this.

Cain: So uh, what direction is that town from here…..

Bradley: Wait a hot secon’; ain’t you forgettin’ to do somethin’?

Faust: Doing what?

Bradley: Change yer clothes, duh. You can’t go into a tavern lookin’ like that. That tailor kid ain’t here today, so y’know what? Consider this a gift from yours truly.

Bradley snapped his fingers, and suddenly the night filled with a light aroma of gunpowder, smoke, and danger. It was a scent that always lingered after him, layered on like a cologne.

(Sound of Bradley’s magic.)

By the time I’d noticed what happened, our clothes had all changed.

Cain: Woah!

Faust: This is….

Arthur: Your clothes? Bradley, are you lending them to us?

Bradley: What d’ya think I’m doin’? Y’all better thank me for this; I dragged this shit out from underneath the shit at the bottom of my dresser.

Cain: So in other words, you’re givin’ us the stuff you don’t wear.

Akira: Th-thank you for going out of your way to do this. But isn’t using magic….

Cain: I’m sure the spirit sensed it, but it’s all good. We’re goin’ a different way than we were before now.

Cain: If we leave traces of our magic here, it’ll serve as a pretty good decoy for it.

Cain: …..is what you intended when ya used magic, right, Bradley? 

Bradley: Yeah, sure, whatever. More importantly, you idiots ain’t got enough of an impact to be goin’ and talkin’ shit in taverns, so I’m takin’ over.

Bradley: An’ you, Cain, you got th’ know-how to point that out, and yet here you are tryin’ to shove off to town without even thinkin’ of that?

Cain: I….got distracted…..

Bradley just shrugged with half-closed eyes at apparently having hit a nerve in Cain. However, he still had a slight smile on his face.

Cain had said they couldn’t see eye to eye before, but right now they were acting just like a senior with his junior.

Akira: (I can’t tell if their chemistry is good or bad……Actually, more importantly…)

Akira: Well, I’m glad it’s on purpose, but….erm, by the way…..

Arthur: Master Sage? Is anything the matter?

Akira: It’s just…these clothes Bradley gave us are, well, a little big in a lot of places….ah! The belt, the belt’s falling!!

Bradley: Hey-don’t go droppin’ things-that shit’s expensive! Probably.

Cain: …Probably?

Faust: What is this belt even for in the first place…..No, that’s not important. It shouldn’t be too hard to shrink the clothes down with magic, I’d think. 

Bradley: Ha! Why? You guys all look like beggars! Well jus’ remember to put them back after, or you’ll regret it.

Arthur: Of course, thank you very much for lending them to us, Bradley. Cain, are you sure you’ll be okay as is? 

Cain: Yeah. Me and Bradley aren’t real different in physique. Right?

Bradley: Don’t ‘right’ me; it’s clear as day I’ve got the better body. Look-aw, you got some extra cloth right here! 

(Sound of rustling of clothes, then something being hit.)

Cain: O-ow-that hurt! And there isn’t that much extra, jeez! Ugh…well, if it gets in my way, I’ll rip it off or something. 

Bradley: Don’t fuckin’ tear it either! I said it’s expensive! Probably! 

While the two of them bickered, Faust just snapped his fingers, causing all our clothes to faintly glow. After a second, all the clothes and belts that came with them shrank to fit us perfectly.

Cain had a firm grip on the handle of his broom.

Cain: -Okay. Then while the spirit makes its way here, lets turn back towards town.

(Sound of the wizards flying off.)

-----------------------------:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･------------------------------

We arrived at the tavern at about midnight, when the date changed.

Arthur and Faust would not be going with us there; instead, they were returning to the forest to investigate there. We decided too, to meet back up with each other at dawn.

(flashback begins)

Arthur: I too will go with Cain to investigate at the tavern.

Faust: No, you’re coming with me to the forest, and in charge of delivering a message to the Manor at the expected time.

Faust: The order in that particular tavern is pretty terrible; kids definitely shouldn’t be in there at this hour.

Arthur: I am 17 years old. That may not be considered an adult, but I am not a child.

Faust: That is literally a child. Besides, outside of insisting you’re not a kid, you haven’t given me anything that would persuade me into letting you stay.

Arthur: ….

Faust: I’ll repeat; I’m not letting children frequent dangerous taverns at this time of night. We should get going on our own task.

Arthur: ….Yes, you’re right. I’m very sorry for being so unreasonable.

Arthur: I was just thinking about how Cain got cursed because he was protecting me…I couldn’t calm down.

Arthur: All because I simply couldn’t move….

Faust: That was not any fault of yours. That spirit was something you fundamentally cannot look at. Your body was most likely just trying to defend itself.

Faust: The fact that Cain was able to move was an exception. As a knight, he was most likely trained specifically to respond like that, and mastered the ability to overcome his fear in an instant.

Faust: Each and every one of them had it ingrained in their heart to take the best, most suitable course of action. That is the only thing that played a part in this outcome.

Arthur: …Okay. Thank you, Faust.

Faust: No need to thank me. ….Sage, you should probably accompany those two instead.

Faust: Carry this pouch with you for self-defense. If you sense you are in any danger, tear it; and don’t part from the Sacrificium’s side.

Akira: Okay, I understand. You two take care as well. 

Faust: Yeah, we will.

Faust: Let’s get going, Arthur. Beyond this point, there’s a high likelihood that we will come into contact with something curse, so please stay as close to me as possible.

Arthur: Understood, I am in your hands!

(flashback ends)

[bigbrainkatrina]

We Do Everything Together - a Kim/Ron fanfic

“I mean it, Ron,” Kim straightens her posture and rests her elbows on her knees. “You could be a comedian, you’re like, seriously so funny, my jaw hurts right now from laughing so much.”

Ron laughs, because he’s still got one more giggle in him, and wipes some happy tears from his face. “Thanks, Kim. That means a lot. Uh, I mean—me? As a comedian? Nah, I’d rather just be your sidekick, you know and—”

“Partner,” Kim corrects. “You’re my partner, okay? I’m gonna start correcting people too.”

It’s the dumbest shit—seriously.

But it’s also kinda one of the happiest moments out of Kim’s fifteen years alive.

Drakken has been really into videos lately, which is always fun because he’s like,  so bad  at it. He’s done evil plan announcement videos out of focus, out of frame, out of sync, you name it, he’s botched it. This week he didn’t even send the full video, it cuts off as he’s about to name the day Shego will rob this stupid lab in Chicago.

All Team Possible has to go off of is that they know it’s going down this week. 

Which means Kim and Ron have to do a stakeout. Really, the two of them should do shifts so the other can get rest without losing eyes on Shego. But neither of them want to do that, so they have Wade run the daytime surveillance.

Kim gigglesnorts and crumples in to the lip of the roof, spilling canned soda onto the brittle stone ground.

Ron laughs along with her, arms waving around as he tries to imitate this scene from  Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation.  “Yeah, so like, you got this guy hanging off the plane and he’s shouting,” Ron bends his neck down and whisper-shouts. “  Benji! Open the door! ” 

Kim smiles and draws her knees up to her chest.

“And Benji’s hitting all these buttons, and uh,” Ron taps away at the air, working up a furious sweat. “And he can’t read the thing because it’s in Russian or whatever, and everyone’s yelling at him,  Benji open the door aaaah !” And finally he finds a button and he clicks it and the thing opens and…” He slows down, looking at Kim eagerly. “Go on, guess.”

Kim looks around as if he’d be asking someone else. “Oh, um, um, I don’t know, I don’t watch many movies. The door opens?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll learn,” Ron pats her on the head like a child and it makes her laugh so hard. “It’s the wrong door!” He gestures his arms wide and it makes Kim laugh again. She thinks she might be crying. “And Tom Cruise is like actually holding onto this actual airplane that’s up in the sky, like it’s not a special effect, and he’s screaming  THAT’S THE WRONG DOOR  and—”

Ron bursts into giggles himself and falls backwards with a loud  thud!  “It’s a great movie, Kim, I’d be down to rewatch it with you.”

That does sound really nice. Kim giggles again and stares at him, and he’s looking at her with so much  affection . “I’d love to, Ron.”

And boy, does her saying that make him smile. From ear to ear. “Oh, God, Kim, and there’s this other scene—”

“Wait,” Kim holds a hand out. “Don’t tell me.”

Ron raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“You, uh, have a tendency to overhype some stuff,” Kim says and Ron blanches. Immediately, all of the warmth in Kim’s chest goes cold and she feels frigid and awful. “Shoot, I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, I meant like…”

Ron eyes her carefully, still frowning.

Kim snaps her fingers, hoping it’ll accelerate her brain, which it doesn’t. “Um, so I haven’t told you this before, I don’t think, but I’m not very good at imagining things. But the way you explain things, it’s so… elaborate. And vibrant. I can see everything and um,” she bites her lip. “Sometimes I think you’re funnier than the things you’re explaining to me, Ron.”

It takes a second for that to process with Ron and wow he blushes so hard. “Oh, well, uh, heh heh…”

“I mean it, Ron,” Kim straightens her posture and rests her elbows on her knees. “You could be a comedian, you’re like, seriously so funny, my jaw hurts right now from laughing so much.”

Ron laughs, because he’s still got one more giggle in him, and wipes some happy tears from his face. “Thanks, Kim. That means a lot. Uh, I mean—me? As a comedian? Nah, I’d rather just be your sidekick, you know and—”

“ Partner, ” Kim corrects. “You’re my partner, okay? I’m gonna start correcting people too.”

Ron doesn’t understand what Kim sees in him. Sometimes he thinks it’s all just some big joke, and that one day Ashton Kutcher is going to come out with the  Punk’d  crew and Kim will laugh and laugh and laugh and he’ll cry.

He’s dead worthless. He can’t fight, he can’t be trusted to do anything complicated, and he’s just generally really stupid.

Kim is perfect. He can’t even believe that they’re friends. To this day. He just… doesn’t understand.

He just wants her to be happy. To be safe. She’s so cruel to herself, he knows she’s really hurting and half the time she’s smiling it’s just so she can put on a show, so that no one will worry about her. 

God, she thinks he could be a comedian? That’s such a Kim thing to say.

He’s sure she only said it so he wouldn’t feel so bad for making so many bad jokes.

He loves her though. Always has, always will. 

Kim gets her great, horrible idea as the hotel clerk slinks up to the front desk, and Kim blushes so hard because it’s so embarrassing. She knows she should ask Ron if it’s okay, but she’s… scared.

The clerk looks down at the two of them “Hello, how can we help you?” 

Kim blushes even harder, and Ron raises an eyebrow. 

“Can we…” Kim says softly and stares at the desk instead of the clerk. She swallows, summons up some courage, and looks up. “...have a room for two? One bed, please and thank you.”

If Ron were a cartoon character, his jaw would drop off its hinges.

“Um,” Kim recovers fast. “But can you charge us for two rooms?”

And she holds out her parents’ credit card. Her parents would be ferociously peeved with her if they found out what she was up to.

The clerk rolls their eyes knowingly; they probably aren’t supposed to do what Kim just asked, but they seem to understand. It takes a few minutes after that, Kim thought they would just pay and go, but apparently they have to set up a tab instead. Because there might be extra fees for room service and stuff. 

(Usually Wade takes care of any travel/itinerary strugs.)

Ron completely loses focus and stares off into the distance. Into the deepest, darkest existential dread, his heart pounding.

They walk to the hotel room in silence. Until they get to the door.

Kim holds her hand towards the door knob, only to reel her hand back right away. “Hey, um, wanna get food? I’m hungry.”

Ron scratches his neck, kinda eager to just get to the point and figure out what Kim is doing. “You don’t want to do room service? I’m kinda down, never done that before.”

“It’s too expensive,” Kim shakes her head. “I know it’s my parents’ money, but I’d feel guilty.” She waits a second. “Plus there’s a Bueno Nacho near here!”

Ron smiles. “You always know how to make me say  Yes  to things, KP.”

Kim doesn’t understand what it is Ron sees in her that makes him want to do these crazy fucking missions. 

Sometimes she gets scared, and she thinks maybe Ron is a plant. Like he’s some dude hired to make sure she doesn’t get herself killed so that no one ever gets in any legal trouble. 

If that’s the case, he’s really good at it. 

Ron has saved the world more times than he seems to consciously understand. He’s tricked villains, made perfect distractions… Hell, sometimes she gets so tied up with Shego that it’s Ron who thwarts Drakken.

She loves him. 

She wouldn’t want to do Team Possible if he weren’t around. He makes it fun, he makes the neverending nightmare seem like some silly adventure. He keeps her calm. He makes sure she isn’t lonely.

And what does she do for him? 

Nothing. She’s  obsessed  with the missions. She has a really hard time talking about non-mission things when she’s just hanging out at him. She used to have hobbies and interests, but now it’s just Team Possible. She’s a machine.

When she gets home from school on a rare day where she hasn’t heard anything from Wade, she just sort of lays in bed and stares at the ceiling, waiting for her Kimmunicator to go off. 

She’s a loser. People just don’t see it because she’s pretty. 

But Ron will figure it out soon enough, but even then, she doubts she’ll ever stop loving him.

Kim shuts the lights off and blue moonlight trails into the room, running across her face. Ron stands at the opposite end of the bed, in front of one of the curtains. She can’t see his face really, the light behind him frames his body like a rimlight, the rest of his body cloaked in silhouette. 

He’s nervous, she is too. She thinks he knows what he wants.

She doesn’t want to talk about it, she really hopes he doesn’t ask anything. But she needs consent. Because maybe she’s misreading him. Maybe he doesn’t want this. Maybe she suffers more than him because she’s so weak.

Ron steps forward and the light shifts to his face, and he looks… grim. 

“Ron,” Kim says carefully, her voice and cadence soft. “I, um… feel like an adult most days, and, um…”

“Oh geez,” Ron whispers out loud by accident. He immediately covers his mouth. “Oops, um, sorry! I didn’t—uh—heheh…” He pinches his turtleneck and pulls it away from his flesh. “Awkwaaaaard.”

Kim gigglesnorts, and then promptly covers her mouth too because gigglesnorting is embarrassing as fuck. “No, I don’t mean it like that… heh. I, um, I just… I feel like… we’re supposed to pretend. To be older. For like, other people.”

Ron drops the goofy guy act as he realizes that Kim is getting awful serious. 

(Kim is always serious about the missions, and about Ron’s personal growth & development. Never about herself, she makes more sacrifices than anyone he knows.)

“A-and I don’t know, I’m sorry if this is like, weird,” Kim pulls at her hair anxiously, and subconsciously steps backwards, sinking away into the dark. “I just, I really liked the time we spent together and I’m sorry, I should have asked if you’d be okay with it, I just don’t—want to be alone right now.” She closes her mouth, and looks back up at Ron. “I want to keep this going. D-do you understand?”

Ron thinks about that, and he… sorta feels the same way, too. Hell, he  loves Kim. It’s the only reason he does this. Because he cares so deeply for her and he doesn’t want to fuck off to sleep in some other room alone when it doesn’t have to be that way.

Kim and him do everything together. Why not this?

The glimmer in Kim’s eyes shifts and she seems really focused.

And somehow he picks up  exactly what it is that she’s been too afraid to say out loud, so he turns away from Kim and pulls off his black sweater.

“Oh geez,” Kim grunts and turns away in a panic, grabbing the hem to her crop top.

Ron snorts. “Too true, KP. Too true.”

She snorts right back; he always knows how to make her laugh. 

It doesn’t take her long to strip, it just feels… weird. And cold. The room is a lot colder than she figured it would be. She wants to just dive under the blankets and stay there, but simultaneously, it feels wrong to just leave her clothes on the floor. Should she fold them? She isn’t sure what adults usually do in this sort of situation.

Her skin from head to toe erupts in goosebumps from the chill and Kim promptly makes up her mind. Without turning to look at Ron, she backpedals and drops her hip onto the bed. Carefully, she lifts the corner of the comforter and drags it over her thigh. Shivering, she lifts her knee and slides her other leg in, and presses her palms into the mattress. She kicks her legs out and lowers herself under the blankets. It’s warm here.

A quiet  ploomph  from the other side assures her that Ron is doing something of the same.

She turns over to her side to look at him and there is still a little bit of distance between them. Ron looks at her, eyes wide and shining, and then he laughs. She laughs back. It is kind of silly to be so vulnerable so suddenly. 

“Stay there,” she whispers. “But um, turn the oth-other way.”

“Okay.”

Kim furrows her brow and shimmies her body across the mattress, careful to keep herself covered. She’s  never slept naked before, nor has she ever shared a bed with someone.

It’s a lot of sensations at once. Her skin gliding over bunched up sheets. Soft blankets falling on naked limbs. Warm touching her whole body. And the occasionally bounce in the mattress as Ron flips onto his side, away from Kim.

She slides in behind him. They’re the same height, and their bodies fit in well together. Her knee presses against the back of his leg, and her arms wrap around his body. Her chin presses against his narrow shoulder. 

“Is… is this okay?” she squeaks.

“Mm,” he hums. 

They lay there for some time. 

Ron’s skin is much softer than hers. Plusher. She can sink her fingers in deeper than she can with her own body, which is taut with muscle, aside from the occasional baby fat that’s still waiting to get pubertied away.

She wonders if she should feel more nervous. 

Ron’s skin on hers is so much, and she blushes as she wonders how he must feel, since he can probably feel more of her than the other way around, since she’s, um, the big spoon. The blankets trap so much heat in with them, and Ron’s body radiates warm. The stark change in temperature makes Kim sweat at first, but soon after it comes to her she calms down. 

“Sorry I’m so cold,” she says gently, voice tinkling like a drizzle of raindrops battering a tin roof. 

“Huh? Kim you’re like super warm,” Ron whispers. “It must be me, sorry. I’m always kinda—”

“No you’re warm too,” she whispers back and relaxes, trying her best to nix the tension in her shoulders so she can just be there with him. 

“I love you,” her voice fades away as she drifts off to sleep.

Ron yawns. “Samesies, Kim. Samesies…”

[exquisitexagony]

A solemn expression, not even so much as cracking a smile when she mentions Leo’s dad passing and her being thrown to the wolves. A glance to Leo when she pipes up. He swallows hard, looking back to the mom. Although he was trying to diffuse tension, he also wasn’t about to let her talk about her daughter like that and think he was going to play along. Maybe if she liked him enough his cold silence would be convincing enough to stop the rudeness. One could hope.

Eyes shift back to Edna, arm slipping off the frame of the door as he steps a little further into the kitchen. They fold their arms over their chest. “Yeah, she talks pretty fondly of her father. I’m sure it was a lot for both of you to deal with when he passed,” he murmurs, but leaves the conversation there. He’s trying to see it from both sides. In a way, he can understand Leo’s mom’s reaction to her husband’s death. Constant boyfriends. Seeking for love and affection, something to fill the hole. But that didn’t excuse the neglect Leo had undergone when she was a teen. They both had it rough.

As Leo trails off with a bit of a sharp exit, they quirk a brow at her momentarily before turning back to Edie. A light shrug, lip jutting out slightly. “It’s all right. I think she just knows I’m way too old for ya,” he jokes with a grin. He reaches over to snag a bit of pasta sauce on the tip of his finger. He’s close enough now that he’s practically leaning against her. Their fingertip dips into their mouth, glancing over at Edie, their eyes meeting as he licks it off. Is he being a tease? Maybe a little. But it’d been a while since someone older had shown any interest in him. She was beautiful, too. Not that it would ever go anywhere and he didn’t want it to, really. But the flirting at least broke the tension in the room.

“Wow…” he hums, a light smile playing at the corners of his lips as she explains her job. “That’s somethin’ all right. You’ll have to sing me something sometime, yeah?” Then, he’s pushing off the edge of the counter, trailing away from her and out to the living room to check up on the game—and, more importantly, on Leo.

“Who’s winnin’,” they asked as they moved to flop down onto the couch right up against Leo. Their shoulder nudges her lightly and they glance at her with concerned eyes. They aren’t sat like that for long, though, before the call for dinner is being made…

They take a pitstop in the restroom to clean up a bit and wash their hands before popping back out into the dining room and taking their seat next to Leo. A warm smile as food is centred on the table. It smelled amazing. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a home cooked meal like this. And it brought back memories. He bit his upper lip to try and keep them at bay.

“This is beautiful, Edie. Thank you,” he hums as he looks up with a smile, napkin already going in his lap. His manners were extensive, partly out of habit and partly in an effort to make this whole to-do easier for everyone involved. Their smile falters, though, at mention of Eric. Their gaze flickers over to Leo briefly. They try to force a fresh smile, though it’s a but uncomfortably. His head is a little lower now as his gaze picks up to view Edie again. He clears his throat.

“Um… No, no,” he murmurs as he starts to take helpings of everything being passed around. He tries, and fails, to take reasonable helpings, ending up with a plate full of lasagna and garlic bread and a small side salad. A sip of water.

“I, uh…” Suddenly he’s embarrassed, all eyes on him as he tries to come up with a good way to describe how they met. “Honestly, it isn’t a very exciting story. We sort of just started chattin’. She’d come in to my, um…place of work and…” A shrug, poking idly at his lasagna with a fork. Finally, he stabs a bite and shovels it into his mouth with hopes that it will keep the questions off of him for a little while.

“Just sort of started hangin’ out after that. She’s a wonderful artist.”

 “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.” Edna’s lips curl into a frown, probably the sincerestshe’s been since they arrived. “You know, Leo’s dad died when she was thirteen. I couldn’t imagine her trying to do things on her own at that age.” Her gaze flickers to her daughter, noting the disdain in her eyes. “Although the way she tells it, I might as well have thrown her to the wolves.”

“Sorry for not acknowledging the rare moments of you playing mom between your revolving door of boyfriends.” Leo smiles over the rim of her beer can, taking a slow sip without breaking eye contact. “I can’t imagine how hard it was for you.”

The look on Edna’s face would have been enough to strike someone dead. There’s something hateful glinting in her eye, only scrubbed away by Arthur’s voice breaking the silence again. There’s a sudden flush of red in her cheeks that makes Leo’s face scrunch in confusion until her attention diverts to Arthur.

She stares in a bit of disbelief. Was this some sort of cruel joke? Her eyes are locked onto Arthur – her jaw tightening as he leans into the doorframe, lifts his arm. Looks her goddamn mother up and down. It feels like static painsputtering through her chest at the sight of it. She told him she loved him; he shirked her off, and now this?

“While you two eye fuck each other I’m going to go… anywhere else.” Leo turns, laughing as she takes another sip and ducks into the living room to stare at the screen with Peter, still too engrossed in the game to notice what’s happening. She turns the volume up to a higher level to drown out whatever conversation is taking place behind her.

“I’d apologize for my daughter but I’m sure you already know how she is.” Edna clears her throat and fixes a smile on her face. “I’m a paralegal at a small law firm in town. And I sing in choir at my church.” Her gaze pins down to the sauce she’s made, spooning the leftovers into a container. “Leo got her artistic talents from William, but she got her voice from me.” A quick glance upwards. “And her looks.”

A timer sounds, and she busies herself with readying the table. After a few minutes she’s calling everyone over; all the glasses are filled with water, the table arranged nicely with lasagna, garlic bread, and a large bowl of salad. Only the nicest plates reserved for guests are used. It’s a bit overdone, but Edna liked to put on a show.

“So…” Edie smiles, watching as everyone doles out portions for themselves. “… Arthur, how exactly did you and Leo meet each other? Was it in New York or Tennessee?” Her eyebrows lift, genuinely curious. “Are you friends with Eric as well?”

“Mom.” Leo warns, her voice dropping low.

“What? It’s just a question.”

[crow-stars]

°·.·°Cuddle time!°·.·°

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self indulgent headcannon time! of all my favourites because i want to feel affection and going through a thing (￣ ￣|||) also, this is a long one, soooo, enjoy?

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Riddle

°~ Riddle would probably be an awkward cuddler at first

°~ He wouldn't know what to do with his hands or how to position himself. Riddle would be stiff as a board

°~ He'd definitely be unfamiliar with it, assuming, and most likely, that his mother never cuddled him at all (crimes against humanity really)

°~ But I think that over time he'd get used to it and actually crave it more or less

°~ Would definitely love to be little spoon, just would be embarrassed asking for it (I will die on little spoon Riddle hill he needs to be held)

°~ Oh, just imagine holding hands with him as a big spoon! He'd probably be flustered, but it'd be so cute

°~ Maybe sometimes he'd ramble a bit as well, if he feels like it

°~ I definitely believe that if he's comfortable enough, Riddle would fall asleep. Imagine a sleeping Riddle, so relaxed and not worrying about anything (⁀︶⁀)

°~ Cuddling would be Riddle's moment of calm

°~ I think he'd just want to feel safe in someone's arms and I'd love to be able to do that for him

Riddle's room is quiet besides the soft breathing, though you'd have to strain your ears just to hear it.

Silence.

Riddle grips the arm around him only a bit tighter, adjusting them around his abdomen. He sighs. He feels his cheeks go rosy, skin warming in a blush.

“Um...” Riddle starts, fingers interlacing with the hand that splayed one his stomach. A comforting feeling washes over him and his eyes slip shut with a sigh.

“Thank you... F-For indulging me in this.”

Cater

°~ Cater would be down for cuddles pretty much anytime, I'm sure of it

°~ He would either do the classic spoon, half spoon, honeymoon hug, or sweetheart cradle. (He looked at least one of these up)

°~ Big spoon 90% of the time, but on occasion, he'd be little spoon

°~ He'd use his phone while cuddling though in the sweetheart's cradle or half spoon

°~ Cater would definitely use the opportunity of cuddling to take some photos because cuddling pictures are just super cute ♡(>ᴗ•)

°~ Most of the time, Cater will be silent while cuddling, but other times he finds something on his phone that he just has to show, which then leads to rambling

°~ Sometimes his phone will fall on his face and Cater will giggle about it before getting his phone

°~ Cuddles with Cater would be very sweet, I believe

°~ Like, depending on the position, he'd hold hands or something like that

°~ Or if he's little spoon, also holding hands or something like that

°~ I think Cater's a handholding man okay

“Hey, lemme snap a quick pic.”

Before any response could be spoken, the quick flash from a camera is blinding and Cater giggles.

“Sorry, did that blind you?” Cater briefly squeezes the hand that his other hand held, smiling cheekily.

“Either way, it's still a pretty good pic.”

The somewhat annoying clicking of a phone's keyboard is heard ad Cater rapidly types. It's both endearing and tiring, but still loved all the same.

Leona

°~ It's pretty agreed upon that Leona would be a good cuddle buddy

°~ He wouldn't move much and he'd be really quiet while sleeping

°~ I think that Leona would either do spooning or half spoon. And obviously, he'd be big spoon, doesn't matter the situation

°~ He be big spoon because 1. he protec and 2. he would probably want to be in control of the cuddling (wow that sounds weird haha)

°~ Of course, I think he would purr, but only in super deep sleep

°~ Imagining cuddling Leona and he's sleeping when suddenly, just hearing soft purrs or rumbles of his chest

°~ Falling asleep to that would be very comforting and I'd love to fall asleep to that

°~ Oh oh, or just imagine Leona's fingers through your hair, that'd be amazing and so comforting (´ ▿ `)♪

°~ Cuddling with Leona would just feel so safe and I wish I could cuddle with him

The soft breathing is comfortable background, the steady rise and fall familiar. The hands raking through locks would send a shiver down anyone's spine, even so much as a satisfied sigh slipping out.

“Feel lucky I'm awake enough to do this for you.”

There's soft laughter, followed by a soft grumble, but it's all in good fun and the motions continue.

It's enough to fall asleep to and that's what happens, body relaxing and eyes slowly slipping shut into the realm of dreams.

“Sweet dreams.”

Ruggie

°~ In my view, Ruggie is a jittery person

°~ Not in a sense of being jumpy, but more like he'd want to be on the move a lot, so he wants to be doing stuff

°~ So finding time to cuddle Ruggie may be a bit hard

°~ But, the most optimal time to cuddle would maybe be during the evening

°~ If it is during the day, then the cuddle session would maybe be 15-20 minutes before he's moving again

°~ Ruggie would probably be down to cuddle in any position, he just wants to be able to face whoever he's cuddling

°~ Definitely would ruffle hair and laugh at how silly it looks after

°~ I think Ruggie would be a very touchy cuddler

°~ Like, playing with hair, playing with fingers (ex. bending them or lightly tugging at them), tugging at clothing, all that good stuff

°~ Ruggie would probably ramble about his day and talk about almost everything that happened

°~ I'd love to think that Ruggie's hair is super duper soft, like it doesn't feel poky or anything like that. Ruffling up his hair in turn would definitely get a laugh from him ( ´ ∀ `)ノ

“You would not believe what Leona asked me today!”

The tone that Ruggie uses indicates that this will be another rant, if him heaving out a heavy sigh doesn't indicate it. His hands are already touching clothes, tugging at the fabric absentmindedly as he begins.

“He asks for a roast beef sandwich, I tell him there aren't any, he tells me to go find one!”

The hyena sighs, tugging at a loose strand of hair with his finger.

“The only upside is that he pays me well.”

Azul

°~ Azul and cuddling are probably words that Azul himself wouldn't put in a sentence together, but I would

°~ He's a touch-starved boy, he needs a good cuddling session

°~ Azul would also be a bit awkward when first cuddling and would try to be professional with it (somehow...)

°~ But once he gets used to it and more comfortable, Azul would definitely be open to cuddling a lot more

°~ I think Azul would be spooning or doing a cuddling position where the people would face each other

°~ A good percent of the time, he'd be big spoon, but on the occasion of a bad day, he would be little spoon and just embrace the silence

°~ I think there'd also be times where Azul just hums a simple song, just to fill the silence if he wants to hear something but also doesn't want to talk

°~ Would take off his glasses sometimes if he feels like he'd fall asleep

°~ On the falling asleep note, Azul would probably lock his door to prevent the tweels from entering and doing or saying something embarrassing at his expense

°~ Imagine cuddling with him in his octo form! So many arms to hug and cuddle! ( ´ ▽ ` )

°~ Oh, or combing your fingers through his hair! His hair would be so silky and smooth, I'm sure. And something like that would definitely have him relaxing a bunch

Soft humming could be heard in the dorm leader's room, a melody not particularly familiar, but beautiful all the same. Azul finishes off the melody with high note, then a note that becomes softer as it reaches its end.

Nothing is said after this, but it's not necessary. Only the silence lingers after and that's all that is wanted.

There's a soft chuckle from Azul as he smiles. “Did you enjoy my little melody? If you like, I could teach you if you want?”

He pauses for a second. “For free of charge, this time.”

“What's that look for? Don't you believe I'm being generous, hm?”

Floyd

°~ Floyd would be the perfect deep pressure stimulation person EVER (⁀ᗢ⁀)

°~ Floyd would be down to cuddle ANYTIME and I mean ANY!

°~ I may be terrified to fight Floyd but cuddles are a whole different story

°~ Everyone knows that Floyd would squeeze the hell out of you but just imagine cuddling or hugging him after some anxiety inducing situation or anxiety attack and he squeezes just right

°~ I would kill to have a hug like that when I'm having anxiety

°~ Floyd would have any cuddling position as long as there's squeezing involved. Big spoon or little spoon, it does not matter at all

°~ Once he starts cuddling, he'll cling like a koala and just never let go. Azul or Jade would have to pry him away after a while.

°~ Floyd would definitely ramble about random stuff, though it would be a bit disturbing

°~ Nonetheless, I think he wouldn't be too loud or anything. I actually would like to think that Floyd's a bit quieter while talking

°~ Playing with his hair while cuddling!! Making the little black streak into a mini braid, oh I think he'd be so happy about it (⌒▽⌒)♡

°~ Bet that once he starts cuddling he'll just come out of nowhere and demand cuddles wherever and whenever

°~ He doesn't care about what was being done before, Floyd is getting the cuddles.

The feeling of being suddenly picked up and carried away is jarring, but it only makes the supposed kidnapper laugh.

“Why so surprised?” Floyd giggles, sending a sharp smile.

“I wanna cuddle some today! You were so busy yesterday, so you'll make it up today~”

He continues on his way, humming happily at his newest catch. There goes the paperwork that was supposed to be due.

Kalim

°~ Trying to start cuddling Kalim would probably be a bit hard (see: Jamil)

°~ But, once getting past Jamil, cuddling with Kalim would be pretty good!

°~ He would definitely do a half spoon at the very least. Big spoon or little wouldn't matter much to him

°~ Kalim would definitely be a rambler, like he'd talk about anything and everything

°~ It might be hard to keep him still for a the first few times through

°~ Kalim is someone who has a lot of energy and he'll need to burn it all before optimal cuddling can happen.

°~ He'd definitely be someone who would smooth the other's hair down every-so-often. Just imagining Kalim brushing down my hair makes me feel super duper happy (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

°~ Also snacks. Kalim would have snacks to share if wanted

°~ Oh, and despite being somewhat naive, I think he's pretty good at guessing when someone would need a pep talk, hug, or cuddle

°~ He's got that built in mood detector i think

°~ Also, also, headpats. Headpats with Kalim! (*°▽°*)

Arms gripping tighter and soft hands against unruly hair are comforting, humming being heard from Scarabia's one and only housewarden.

“Do you want any snacks? I got a bunch of them, if you want!”

There's the rustle of a plastic is heard, a bag of chips being presented. Kalim's smile is wide and tooth as he shows off the snack.

“I got a lot, just in case any of use get hungry.” He pause for a second, pursing his lips. “Just don't tell Jamil, okay?”

Jamil

°~ Cuddling with Jamil would be hard, because having to convince him there won't be any danger to him or Kalim while in such a vulnerable state would also be hard

°~ But once that first stage is (hopefully) passed, he'll actually kind of like cuddling.

°~ Would definitely do any positions that allow him to move out easily, if needed. (He's a paranoid person, I'm sure)

°~ Jamil would always be big spoon, he doesn't wanna be feeling small, unless in like super rare occasions

°~ He'd also definitely let his hair down (literally) if he's comfortable enough. And by let his hair down I mean all his hair, those disney princess locks are coming down ♡( ◡‿◡ )

°~ I think Jamil would welcome having his hair hand combed through, especially after an exhausting day with Kalim

°~ Maybe also a door locker, if cuddling is one of his only relaxer after a long day. Just so Kalim doesn't come in unexpectedly. Or who knows, he'd lock Kalim in his room instead. Haha that's funny thought

°~ Anyway, Jamil would definitely be someone who's quiet while cuddling. It's not like he doesn't like talking while cuddling, but I just think he'd prefer silence over talking

°~ If he does talk, it would maybe just be about mundane things, the weather, homework, and the like

°~ Oh! Imagine giving him a massage! Not like full out massage, but maybe just rubbing his arm or back, just something to get him to relax a bit more. I think he'd be very thankful for that (＾◡＾)

“Ugh... what a day..”

Jamil groans as he places his bag down, walking towards the bed and promptly laying down. He hadn't even bothered with taking out any of his accessories, just letting them lightly dig into his skin.

Another sigh is heard from him, arms going to push him up onto his forearms. He stares at the wall blankly, most likely going over the day's events.

The jingle of his hair accessories almost startle Jamil, eyes only widening a fraction before turning to the one responsible for the noise, softly laughter coming from the Scarabia student.

“Don't mess with them too much. Come here. I'm tired, so I won't be the one moving.”

Epel

°~ Big spoon Epel! Big spoon Epel! Big spoon Epel! Big spoon Epel! ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ

°~ Obviously, he's big spoon because “Rah rah, he wants to feel manly!” but also because I think he'd just want to be the one to coddle someone rather than the person being coddled.

°~ Of course, there are instances where Epel will be little spoon, but a good majority of cuddle sessions, big spoon Epel

°~ I think cuddle sessions would be where Epel would just relax and breath. Would probably lock his doors, close his curtains, do everything just for some time to himself. (Rook still finds him though)

°~ He would absolutely use cuddle time to ramble and rant about everything that's happening. He just wants to be able to vent

°~ Epel would probably do a half spoon or spoon, any position that involves holding the other.

°~ I like thinking that, when Epel was at home, cuddling with his grandparents was actually pretty common and a way that they bonded, so Epel treats it the same here.

°~ If asked, he would definitely tell stories from back home, and he'd tell it so excitedly too!

°~ I think Epel would be someone who rubs his cuddling partner's back, or something like that, every so often, just wanting to make sure they're comfortable

°~ Imagine pulling Epel's hair back into a ponytail or imitating different hairstyles, like Vil's or Rook. I think it'd be funny (๑⁀ᴗ⁀๑)

°~ Cuddling with Epel would just be comfort all around wouldn't it?

Epel's sigh is heavy, a groan following afterward.

“Man, Vil's really rufflin' my feathers this week..”

The Pomefiore student grumbles something about wanting to beat up the housewarden before smoothing his hair down, plopping onto the bed.

Light azure eyes soon trail to the body that sat next to him, smiling.

“Yeah, a good cuddle sounds good, huh?”

Malleus

°~ Very confused boyo at first. Not like, “what is cuddling??” but more like, “why do you want to cuddle??”

°~ I mean, he'll be happy to indulge in cuddles, I'm sure, but he'll want to know why

°~ Definitely someone who would hold the other close during cuddling. I love soft Malleus so much ♡σ(•▿•σ)

°~ Would constantly be asking if the other is comfortable, if they need anything. Malleus is a very considerate cuddling partner

°~ Malleus would definitely be welcome to bwing either big spoon or little, he just wants affection

°~ Playing with his hair! He'd oh, so love it! (o´▽`o) I think he'd talk about it with the Diasomnia crew.

°~ Sebek would probably be mortified though...

°~ I like to think Malleus knows a few melodies or songs, probably from Lilia. He'd be a bit off-key, but he's trying

°~ Or he'd tell stories about Faes or talk about his gargoyle fixation

°~ Oh, Malleus would definitely love it if he could cuddle and talk about his interests, he'd be so happy

“Would you like to hear more stories about the fae?” Malleus pauses, thinking for a second. There's a clear smile on his face, enjoying this time together.

The hands that card through his hair feel heavenly, a feeling he coukd fall asleep to.

“Or perhaps you'd like to hear about gargoyles this time?”

The fae chuckles. “I have a pretty intriguing fact to share, if you'll allow me.”

Lilia

°~ This one's a cheeky bastard

°~ Lilia is someone all for cuddles!... But would be teasing on the way there

°~ He would coo at, coddle, and baby talk if he's in a teasing mood. So that should be taken into account

°~ On another note, Lilia is definitely a cuddler who hugs the other's head to his chest and just strokes their hair. It's nice.

°~ He would definitely tells stories about Silver and Malleus when they were younger, or just old war stories

°~ Also, probably someone who falls asleep while cuddling. And if someone falls asleep on him, Lilia won't be moving for a long while unless he has something to attend to

°~ Oh, oh, another hummer as well! Lilia probably has a bunch of sweet melodies or songs from his child rearing days, so being sung to sleep by him would be amazing

°~ I also think he'd have a blanket at the ready as well. And it's one of those super fluffy comfy ones too! (⌒▽⌒)♡

°~ Lilia's arms would feel really really safe

°~ He would also definitely give forehead kissies, I know it

Lilia pats the head of hair that lays on his chest, a small smile curled onto his lips.

“My, my. So wanting for some attention.”

He giggles as he says this, lithe fingers carding through the hair. These giggles only increase at the look he's sent, the fae smirking.

“Don't make such a face! I'm only teasing!”

There's a quick peck from Lilia, making a small mwah sound, but still filled with love and affection all the same.

“Now, how about another story?”

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if you saw blanks... no you didn't

[sniixnn]

Hello! I really like the way u write, can i request a bruno madrigal x reader where the reader just admires bruno's beauty and it makes him shy? Like the reader is looking at him with such love loaded eyes while bruno talks abt his rats or novelas and the reader just tells him how special he is, it would be adorable, thank u 💕

꒰ ➼ ❝ were you even listening? ❞ ꒱

bruno x reader

warnings: nothing!

a/n :: I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT BRUNO AND HIS APPEARANCE SO MUCH HHH!! TY

you swore to yourself that you would keep an eye on how long you stared at bruno for. but you couldn’t help it, you were entranced by his beauty. you watched as his curls bounced as he danced around with his rats, his eyes shining with admiration and interest in the telenova he had created.

you stared, admiring his features as he started to slow down his voice, becoming more aware of your staring — not that you realized it was your queue to nod and laugh.

‘are you paying attention?’ his voice sliced through your thoughts as you blinked, startled.

‘of course!’ you protested, glancing away beneath his disappointed gaze. ‘alejandro told her that their love was forbidden, and she kissed him, right?’ he frowned for a moment.

‘no…’ he muttered, eyes flickering away. ‘you know what? if you don’t really want to listen, you don’t have to…’ carefully taking the clothes off of his rats, you were quick to exclaim.

‘no!’ he looked taken aback at your outburst. ‘i mean… i was just…’ you twiddled your fingers. ‘you’re just.. so handsome.’ you blurted, eyes widening. bruno halted, his rats wriggling from his grasp and squeaking.

‘oh..! um.’ he muttered with realization, face becoming flushed as he shied away from your gaze. tugging at his hood slightly, you struggled to find the words to save yourself. ‘that’s just… wow. you uh, you don’t have to lie if you think it’s going to make me feel better.’

‘that’s not it at all, bruno.’ you said, approaching him to peck his temples with gentle butterfly kisses, trailing to his forehead, then down to his nose. ‘gosh, those eyes, you always look so curious and so gentle.’ you muttered between kisses. ‘and your nose,’ you listed, leaving a gentle kiss on the bridge of his nose. ‘don’t even think i forgot about your hair, bruno.’

twirling one of bruno’s curls with your finger, you watched as he his face became a tomato, cheeks red from the appreciation you were showering him with all of the sudden. ‘i, um—‘ at loss for words, he melted into your touch. ‘thank you.’ hands wrapping around you, you realised he had gotten comfortable and urged you to continue.

tracing soft patterns into his skin, every now and then you would give him a soft kiss on the lips and he shut his eyes in pure bliss, enjoying your affection. ‘bruno… you don’t have to thank me for anything.’ squeezing you in his embrace, you laid your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh of happiness. ‘i’m not doing this because i have to, it’s because i want to.’ thumb rubbing circles into your back, he hummed.

‘so.. does that mean you do like my telenovas?’ he finally asked, splitting the comfortable silence as you gawked.

‘that’s what you choose to say?’

[ladyartemesia]

TEASER: Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega

Pairing: Nerd Alpha Kim Seokjin x Popular Omega Reader

Genre: A/B/O • Enemies to Lovers • (Sorta) College AU • Best Friend's Brother AU (Who is surprised? No one?)

Teaser Word Count: 3.6K

Teaser Warnings: A/B/O sexual dynamics • suggestive content

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: In the modern world, alphas are almost unheard of so why even bother learning about them? After all, as a spoiled (but reasonably kind-hearted) omega who is used to getting whatever she wants, you have better things to do. However, when unexpected circumstances throw you in the path of (extremely) nerdy and (probably?) shy Kim Seokjin, you're shocked to discover that he won't be wrapped around your little finger as easily as all the rest. Bringing that infuriating geek to his knees quickly becomes your personal mission in life... But it turns out that Kim Seokjin is not what he appears to be and the mean omega who eats beta boys for breakfast is about to get way more than she bargained for...

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“...due to discriminatory anti-alpha policies in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, alphas were nearly eliminated from the general population…”

You heaved a weary sigh and rolled your shoulders—stretching the buttons of your high-end Oxford shirt to their limit. The beta sophomore to your right whined audibly and you smirked.

“...despite efforts to restore the genetic balance of designations, alphas currently comprise less than one percent of the population…”

Your back arched slightly as you crossed your legs, letting the absurdly short hem of your skirt ride up even higher. The poor boy you were tormenting shifted miserably in his seat.

How was he supposed to focus on a Human Biology and Designation Studies lecture when the living breathing embodiment of every sweaty undergrad’s fantasies was twisting her fingers in her hair and wrapping her pretty pink tongue around a strawberry lollipop right there in the middle of class?

“...unlike betas and omegas, alphas possess enhanced strength and the ability to compel other designations with their voice. Unmated alphas especially were often baselessly feared and distrusted...”

You knew exactly how you affected boys like him. You were a shameless tease who relished their attention and the power it brought you. Who needed drugs when driving a man mad with desire was a rush more potent than any high?

“...and that’s all for today so please read pages 450-466 in the text over break and remember to turn in your essay on scent and consent in intimacy—”

That poor sophomore looked like he had finally worked up the courage to speak to you, but you were already out the door and tearing down the hall toward your beautiful (and entirely platonic) counterpart, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you think Professor Moore is unaware that class is over at 3:25 or is he just torturing us for science?”

Taehyung shrugged, falling into step beside you with practiced ease.

“I mean I would torture you for free so it’s hard to say.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up at his characteristic dry humor, but the irritation at being held in that sweltering lecture hall for an extra ten minutes had frayed your temper.

“It’s the last class before spring break, I’m sure he was on some sort of twisted power trip.” You dug around in your purse for some chapstick, ignoring Tae’s amused snorting, “Alphas barely exist anymore and none of us are likely to meet one. Why bother learning what they can do?”

Taehyung tilted his head in amusement.

“You might be surprised.”

The final party before the beginning of spring break was always a laid back affair.

Many people had already caught planes to their various destinations, but your flight was scheduled for early tomorrow morning—leaving you with some time to kill.

Taehyung pressed his newest experimental concoction into your hand within minutes of entering the house (a surprisingly neat bachelor pad owned by two seniors, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi) and then darted back to the kitchen to craft more questionable alcohol potions like a deranged party warlock.

You had just found a comfortable place on the couch and were contemplating whether sampling your best friend’s mad scientist elixir would be worth the probable damage to your body when—

“H-Hello...”

It was that sophomore from your Designations Studies class. What was his name again? Jungwoo? Jinwook?

“Jungkook,” you smiled, delighted to have remembered before it became awkward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You motioned to the empty cushion next to you and the man in question scrambled over like he’d won the lottery.

“I—I know we don’t know each other well, but I noticed you were absent during Professor Moore’s lecture on intimacy and scent consent so I—” he blushed deeply, “I wrote the essay for you—and I brought a copy on my flash drive if-if you want it.”

Your heart melted immediately.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook, that is so sweet of you!”

Your gaze darted over his muscular form and thick brown curls.

Sweet indeed.

“I don’t want to miss out on the learning though,” you pouted, placing a hand on his tattooed bicep. “Can you explain it to me?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously even as his wide eyes fell to where your fingers were sliding slowly over his chest.

Scent consent was a pretty basic and universally known concept, but you really were touched by the handsome sophomore's consideration.

Why not give him (and yourself) a little reward?

“Um so basically if two people are involved in...intimate activities—”

You leaned forward to nip his ear lightly and he whimpered.

“Like this?” you asked innocently.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” He gulped. “In an intimate situation consent or refusal can be smelled. The scent of refusal or reluctance in intimacy is strong, unmistakable, and has a high chemical potency.”

“Is that so?” you drawled, sliding over onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head and you bit back a grin.

He was adorable.

“Uh-huh—it—oh my gawd,” (you were nibbling on his ear again) “it can immediately block sexual arousal and performance in the other partner. Meaning, if consent is not present, then it becomes difficult or—ahh” (his voice began to waver under your continued attention) “—or even impossible to continue with intimate acts.”

Your hand slid up to his cheek, bringing him closer till your lips were almost touching.

“Then what does it mean if I’m still so turned on right now?”

“It means,” Jungkook shuddered—nearly delirious with your scent, “that I really really want you.”

Across the room, Park Jimin chuckled as he watched you seduce his enthusiastic friend.

Jeon Jungkook was such a sweet kid.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Wow... Some people are genuinely born blessed I suppose.”

Jimin turned to see Jung Hoseok eyeing the dimly lit corner where you and the eager young sophomore were exploring each other.

It was a rather...provocative spectacle. Not quite raunchy (you weren’t truly an exhibitionist)—just insanely sexy.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on the smooth curve of your thigh where Jeon Jungkook was currently holding on for dear life.

Lucky bastard.

“Ah you know how she is,” he sighed. “That boy isn’t going to get any farther than anyone else.”

It was relatively common knowledge that you liked to mess around but rarely—if ever— fully hooked up with anyone.

Jimin asked you about it once during a drunken game of truth or dare and you had just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of avoiding STDs (which—to be fair—was at least part of your motivation), but the truth was a little more complicated than that.

In terms of experience, you weren’t a virgin, but... you hadn’t actually had sex in years.

You loved the chase, the foreplay, the build-up—the game of cat-and-mouse between two people who were attracted to one another.

But the final consummation was always so…

Wildly unfulfilling.

Every encounter left you frustrated. Empty.

Grumpy—even.

So you stopped bothering with it all together. (That was what sex toys were for after all.)

At the end of the day you were perfectly content being labeled a tease—it meant that people tended to know what they were (or rather weren’t) getting into when they rolled the dice with you.

Besides…it hadn’t even put a dent in your throng of admirers.

You were sunny, spoiled, indulgent, almost universally adored—

And you loved every minute of it.

“You know…” Hoseok took a long sip of his drink. “I always thought she would end up with Taehyung, but it’s been three years.”

Like you, Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat and it was only natural that two beautiful and absurdly privileged people would gravitate to one another. You met at a freshman pledge party and had been an inseparable (and formidable) dynamic duo ever since.

The undisputed king and queen of campus.

Yes—maybe the two of you were a little self-absorbed at times, but it was hardly your fault that people tended to instinctively cater to the force of your combined looks, wealth, and charisma.

And it didn’t hurt that neither of you were ever intentionally cruel or unkind.

Just... habitually thoughtless.

(Though not when it came to each other. If anything your friendship was one area where you were both a little more human.)

Jimin shook his head.

“Nah that’s never gonna happen.” He tapped his nose. “They’re scent-crossed.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Scent-crossed pairs didn’t smell sexually attractive to each other.

Like. At all.

No matter how physically or visually appealing an individual might be, it would be near impossible to form a sexual or romantic attachment to them if you were scent-crossed. Alphas, betas, and omegas were all subject to their noses first and foremost in the realm of attraction.

You and Taehyung smelled like comfort and home to one another...

But you were more turned on by a crisp cup of apple juice than you were his scent and the feeling was quite mutual.

He might as well have been your actual brother.

“That explains so much.” Hoseok snorted as he watched a drunken Taehyung do a flying leap on top of both you and Jungkook.

“Why is sunlight so offensive?” you croaked, dragging yourself and your luggage toward the boarding ramp next to an equally miserable Taehyung.

“The next time I book a flight before 9 AM, please shoot me,” he grunted.

Your parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with a month-long European cruise so your best friend had graciously invited you to spend two glorious weeks of spring vacation at his family estate.

The invitation had actually come as somewhat of a surprise because—for all your closeness—Taehyung was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his family.

Not that he was deliberately withholding information per se… It was just that he never really brought them up beyond an occasional passing comment.

The one time you did ask him about them directly he sighed and said—

“We’re very close, but… I suppose we’ve just gotten used to being very private.”

There was clearly more to the story, but you were confident that Tae would share it if and when he was ready.

“My parents are in Seoul opening a new branch of the company. They took my little sister with them and my older brother has his own house so it will be just us.” He snuggled deeper into the first class seat directly next to yours. “We’ll hang out by the pool and chill during the day, then hit up some of the new clubs or whatever at night.”

“So… No one from your family will be there?”

Perhaps the invitation was not so surprising after all.

“Nope. Just you and me and thirty acres of ocean front property.”

You grinned.

“Perfect.”

“Whose room is that?”

The two of you were lugging your bags down the main hall of Taehyung’s expansive mansion when a strange hint of...something caught you right by the nose.

Your friend turned to find you frozen and staring curiously at a familiar door near the balcony.

His eyes widened, but you were too preoccupied to notice his momentary concern.

“That’s just Jin’s room.”

A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you away, but your eyes stayed glued to the source of the mysterious scent until you were around the corner and out of sight.

Your suite for the next two weeks was right across the hall from Taehyung’s. There was a whirlpool, a full bath, a balcony, and an ocean view that would rival the cover spread of any travel magazine.

Tae headed for the shower (to ‘wash the airplane off’) immediately after showing you the room and you were thinking of doing the same except…

Your mind kept going back to that door and the hint of scent you detected.

There was something… different about it.

It was faint—and far from fresh (which made sense considering that one of the few things you did know about Kim Seokjin was that he hadn’t lived in this house for years).

But still…

The need to smell it again pressed insistently at the back of your mind.

Suddenly the sound of Taehyung singing raunchy lyrics in the shower carried over through the walls and you found your feet moving almost of their own accord.

What Tae doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you rationalized, making your way down the hall toward Jin’s door. Besides—it’s not as if I’m going to steal anything…

You just needed to find that scent again.

By the time your fingers closed over the knob every one of your nerves was strangely—acutely—alert but nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting behind the door.

Oh. My. Gosh.

“What a colossal nerd.”

The room was covered floor to ceiling in Nintendo memorabilia.

Bright primary colors assaulted your eyes from all directions in the form of action figures, posters, pillows, and every other conceivable merch variety known to man.

In the center of the suite stood a large king-sized bed covered in a custom black couture toile-style Mario-verse bed set (that looked every bit as expensive as it was geeky) and a mountain of high quality Nintendo character plush toys.

Everything was simultaneously luxe and nostalgic—a rare combination of sophisticated aesthetic balance and childlike indulgence.

And the scent was there.

It was faint and covered under layers of cleaner and air fresheners, but still lingering just below the surface—too weak for you to get a really good whiff, yet potent enough to torment you.

You moved forward unconsciously toward the strongest source of the hypnotic smell—the strangely inviting expanse of Kim Seokjin’s mattress.

Suddenly the urge to climb—no crawl—across the bed itself and roll around in it like a kitten in catnip gripped you out of nowhere.

“What the hell?” you muttered, rubbing absently over the mating gland at the base of your neck.

Something very odd was going on with your body.

Your restless gaze zeroed in on one of the stuffed toys piled atop his pillows. It was a cute little mushroom man your brain recognized as a Mario character named ‘Toad’.

Take it.

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

You need it.

“Am I going insane?” you wondered aloud.

You have to take it.

Muscles in your hand began to twitch involuntarily. You bit your lip.

Bring it back with you.

Several minutes later a freshly washed Taehyung wandered over to your room and found you sitting perfectly still on your bed while staring off into space.

His head tilted in curious concern.

“Everything ok?”

You started a bit at the sound of his voice, but recovered quickly.

“Never better!” you chirped—almost too brightly. “Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starving.”

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall toward the kitchen—shutting the door before he could catch a glimpse of his brother’s stuffed Toad doll stashed underneath your pillow

“...a critical water main rupture in the city’s New Market district early this morning has forced several residents out of their homes as flood water swelled up to nearly two feet. The governor declared a state of emergency and ordered hotels around the city to accommodate the displaced citizens. Crews are still clearing the water and assessing damages. We expect—

“Hey!” you shouted through a mouthful of cereal, after Your best friend switched off the television, “I was watching that!”

“And what you should be doing is getting ready for the pool.” Tae snatched your cereal bowl and dragged you by your shirt collar toward the stairs. “It is the first morning of our vacation. I’m not trying to waste any time. Now go.” He shoved you forward, smacking your ass for good measure.

You swatted back at him half-heartedly as jogged back up to the room where you enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep last night.

Kim Seokjin’s door glared at you accusingly as you shuffled past—unable to let you forget that you had kidnapped it’s little mushroom man in an unexplained fit of kleptomania, but that was a problem for your future self.

The you of right now was going to zen out in the Kim family's premium glass-enclosed indoor pool (it was still a little chilly for the outdoor pool) with her best friend and bask in the simple joys of good company and no responsibility.

...Or not.

A few minutes later you bounced into the living room wearing a simple black tankini with a cute floral cover only to find Taehyung on the phone with his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I understand… I...I know this is my responsibility...”

That didn’t sound good.

After a few more tense moments, Tae hung up and collapsed backward into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“That water main break you heard about on TV this morning was the last straw between the province and its current contractor. They called an emergency meeting for new bids.”

Your heart dropped as you sank down beside him.

“Your dad wants you to go...doesn’t he.”

Taehyung nodded miserably.

“He can’t leave the Seoul opening on such short notice and managing government construction contracts is part of what I’ve been training for. This could be huge for our company.”

“Well...why doesn’t your brother go?”

“Jin is the brains behind most of our patented gaming and tech innovations. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with this sort of thing. Besides,” his lips quirked up in a rueful grin, “my brother doesn’t have the patience to stroke entitled geriatric egos for hours on end—which is likely what I’m going to have to do.”

The two of you headed back to Taehyung’s room where you helped him pack some suits and toiletries for his trip.

Naturally you were disappointed but...this was a great opportunity for your best friend to prove himself in his chosen field and you both knew it. In fact, he was already starting to brighten a bit.

“The meeting is about a hundred miles north of here. My dad’s secretary already handled the flight and hotel room.” His eyes darted around the suite to see if he was forgetting anything.

It was clear he was nervous, though you were sure he didn’t need to be. Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat, but he was also talented and deeply passionate about his family’s company.

Someday this would be the norm. The two of you were stealing time in college, determined to live a little before the expectations of your powerful families transferred fully onto your shoulders.

It was becoming more and more clear, however, that your carefree time was slowly running out.

Mother had already spoken to you about potential marriage alliances and your father expected you to intern with his Vice President this summer just as your elder sister had...

Taehyung’s voice suddenly interrupted your bittersweet introspection and you couldn’t help but smile at how grown-up he looked in his suit and briefcase ensemble.

Everything was going to change, but not quite yet.

“They estimate negotiations should take around a week or so…” He walked over and pulled you into a tight hug. “There should still be some vacation left for us when I get back.”

“Hurry back then,” you mumbled grumpily into his chest and he chuckled.

“I will.”

Taehyung had been gone for less than twenty minutes when you decided that the best use of your time would be to eat more snacks.

The last thing you expected when you skipped merrily into the kitchen was to find it occupied by a shaggy-haired homeless man in glasses.

Your first instinct was to scream which caused the homeless man to drop the apple he was biting right onto the floor where it rolled around for a small eternity before coming to rest at his ankles.

Your second instinct was to grab a butcher’s cleaver from the nearby knife block and wave it chaotically at the intruder while shouting something along the lines of—

“You’ve made a huge mistake! My boyfriend is the biggest, meanest mafia boss in Seoul! Leave now and he might let you live!”

The homeless man continued to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, but made no move to run away in terror like you were hoping.

So you tried again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! The last man who touched me drinks his steak through a straw now! Do the smart thing and leave before my boyfriend comes down those stairs and it’s too late!”

Infuriatingly, the homeless man was still not fleeing for his life and frankly you were starting to get frustrated. You drew in a deep cleansing breath and were prepared to issue another grandiose threat when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss. I... think there’s been some sort of mistake. Who is your boyfriend?”

There was no rational explanation for what came out of your mouth next, but it rolled off your tongue so smoothly and you didn’t even flinch.

“Kim Seokjin.”

For the first time in your entire exchange, the intruder looked truly alarmed.

Now that’s more like it.

“You’ve heard of him I see. He’s a dangerous man and my body belongs to him.” You slammed the cleaver down onto the countertop with a (hopefully) menacing slash. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t like when other men put their hands on what belongs to him.”

There was a long, unpardonably tense moment of silence…Then the stranger slowly reached forward and picked up a mobile phone from the table in front of him.

His eyes remained locked with yours as he pressed a quick series of buttons, brought the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds and said—

“Taehyung… Would you mind telling me why there is a half-naked, knife-wielding omega in our kitchen claiming to be my girlfriend?”

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[mediocre-daydreams]

(ch. 4) wild heart // bucky barnes

i keep my visions to myself

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: in order to protect you, bucky has set one rule for himself: avoid you. he finds himself breaking that rule 30 minutes later. (he does more than break it; he tells it to go fuck itself and now bucky's in too deep.)

warnings: swearing, self-deprecating bucky, emotionally immature bucky

w/c: 3.2k

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oh, thunder only happens when it's raining players only love you when they're playing say, women, they will come and they will go when the rain washes you clean, you'll know

bucky had already settled comfortably (or as comfortably as possible given that he was still sleeping on the floor) when he was rudely interrupted by the sound of sniffles. no, not just sniffles—it was more like soft whimpers, the kicking of sheets, and the occasional gasp for air. is this what it’s like for everyone when i have nightmares? except it’s probably worse since i usually scream and thrash.

it was you, he realized. steve didn’t usually have audible nightmares—he tensed and froze. so it had to be his other wall mate, which unfortunately happened to be someone he didn’t know and had no intention of getting to know.

as much as he tried to block them out and wish for them to stop, your quiet cries didn’t cease. eventually, the guilt of it all got to him. he knew nobody else would be able to hear anything, since he was only able to because of your shared wall and his super-soldier hearing. he reluctantly stood, dog tags clinking together as he rubbed the drowsiness from his eyes, and fumbled over to your door. bucky rose his fist to knock but realized that was probably stupid, since you were asleep, after all. he hesitantly cracked the door open, not wanting to startle you and have a menacing shadowy figure be the first thing you wake up to after having a nightmare. you showed no indication of having been affected by the small creak, so bucky opened the door fully until the back hit one of your unpacked boxes. he winced at the soft thud, but thankfully it seemed like you were a deep sleeper, as that didn’t wake you either.

bucky revoked his previous statement. he’d crouched near the side of your bed and gently called your name, hoping to gradually rouse you awake. oh, she’s a deep sleeper alright.

he squeezed his eyes shut, hating that he’d been the one in the situation. my whole plan to not to affiliate with her is getting off to a really bad start. great job, bucky. nothing says “not friends with the winter soldier so no need to gossip about me” more than being caught in the newbie’s bedroom at 2AM.

“uh, hey. wake up,” he hushed, unsure of himself. he wasn’t usually on this end of things. “hey, open your eyes, or something. um, i command you to come to consciousness.” he felt stupid. (to be fair, he did sound pretty stupid.)

he tentatively outstretched his flesh hand to brush his fingers over your hand, which was gripping the sheets like they were the only thing grounding you in reality. well, that was kind of true.

“i don’t know- wake up!” he hissed, patting your hand a bit impatiently until your eyes fluttered open. oh, so she doesn’t have those dramatic nightmare awakenings like i do, where you totally embarrass yourself and/or attack the well-meaning person who comes to wake you up. lucky.

your eyebrows were furrowed as you tried to take in the fuzzy shapes in front of you. oh shit, that’s not a fuzzy shape. that’s a fucking silhouette. i knew this was a bad fucking idea—wow, it’s my first day and i’m surrounded by the best security system ever and i’m gonna die. go me.

“holy-” you scrambled up, crawling backward to put as much distance between yourself and the figure as possible. your heart, which had already been racing from the intensity of your dream, was now threatening to burst out of your chest. it was like you could hear its pounding in your ears.

“hey, it’s just me!” bucky whispered, holding his hands up reassuringly. he kept them hovering as he stood up to full height. “sorry, i heard you, um, crying or something from my room. we share a wall,” he explained, motioning to it.

“oh,” you choked. “sorry, that’s so embarrassing.” you rubbed your eyes, and bucky couldn’t tell if it was because you were groggy or if you were crying.

“no, don’t be embarrassed,” he came around to your side of the bed slowly, like he was approaching a wounded animal. “can i sit next to you?”

you nodded, scooting over and clutching your blanket up and pulling it up to your chest. you were sitting criss-crossed on the corner of the bed, your back perpendicular to the headboard. the mattress sunk under bucky’s weight. you smiled a bit.

“sorry, i’m heavy,” he laughed, running a hand through his hair. “i’m not really good at comforting people,” he confessed. “i’m usually the one having nightmares.” he turned to look at you. your face was a little puffier than when he’d last seen you, and your hair a little more matted at the back of your head. you wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“i don’t know what you were dreaming about but… i know that having nightmares in a place like this can be pretty intimidating. it was like that for me, at least. everyone seemed so strong and put together, and i had just gotten back from wakanda. i felt broken and alone and people would come into my room every night and wake me up when i was screaming. i’m not very nice when i wake up, unlike you. i would get all aggressive at them,” he chuckled.

“but you’ll come to realize that all of us have those kinds of dreams. some of us have them less frequently and some people have them quietly. but, if it’s worth anything, i’m glad we share a wall. so that i could’ve heard you and come check on you. you shouldn’t… you shouldn’t be crying on your first day. you deserve something good; a fresh start.”

you tilted your head up at him, and bucky could finally catch sight of your red-rimmed eyes. “thanks,” you sniffed. “i don’t usually live with other people, so i didn’t know that i made noise when i slept, actually.” you fiddled with your fingers as your eyes darted across his face as if looking for some sort of reassurance.

“thanks for checking on me. i’ve never- nobody’s ever- i appreciate it.” bucky’s heart splintered at the implication behind your words. in the 40s, he’d had steve. in wakanda, he had shuri. here, he had all his friends. but the times when he was loneliest? when nobody was there to wake him up, and it was like he was living a constant nightmare? that was when he’d been in captivity in hydra. he thought of you, waking up from a nightmare alone in a dark room in some dingy new york apartment, and he had to clench a fist at the unfairness of it all.

“it’s not a problem, doll.” the nickname slipped out before he could even think about it. shit. way to go, again! nothing says “no affiliation with the deadliest assassin of the century” more than being alone in her bedroom in the middle of the night and being all sweet on her. good one.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently. his eyes were soft as he carefully pressed his flesh hand on top of one of yours, which was resting on your knee. you shivered at his touch, and bucky made a move to pull away, but instead, you flipped your hand around and grabbed onto a few of his fingers. your other hand came down to find his metal hand, and even though this wasn’t really about him, bucky melted a bit at your willingness to touch his prosthetic.

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now here i go again, i see the crystal visions i keep my visions to myself it's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and have you any dreams you'd like to sell? dreams of loneliness

“honestly? not really,” you sighed. “i don’t really want to think about it.” bucky had been there before too. he’d repressed all memories of his time as the winter soldier until the blank gaps there were all he could think about, and they had overtaken his brain. he knew that you, and everyone in general, would have to confront the things which haunted you at some point. but tonight he didn’t push it. he wasn’t ever going to push you into something you weren’t comfortable with, especially not when you were so vulnerable.

bucky lifted your intertwined hands between the two of your bodies, prompting your chin to move upwards and catch his gaze again. “want a glass of water? uh, hydrate or diedrate. that’s what the spider-kid taught me.”

you giggled, pulling away from him. “sure. can you show me where the kitchen is?” he hadn’t expected you to tag along with him. he kind of hoped you wouldn’t. sneaking around with him at night was definitely and for sure not good for your image. well, fuck that. she needs somebody right now, so… i’ll start enforcing the rule tomorrow. well, technically it is tomorrow; at sunrise, then.

he smiled at you as you led him through a maze of cardboard boxes. in the cover of darkness, it felt easier to talk to you than during the few awkward interactions that he’d fucked up. but it was probably a bad thing that he liked you being with you your general presence because that’d only make things a lot more difficult for him. and you, though you weren’t even aware of the rule he’d set.

he poured you a glass of water, pointing out the water filter that tony loved to brag about. “it’s better than brita,” he liked to claim.

the water was downed instantly. you immediately refilled your glass.

“want some tea, or something? or i can make you a snack too. not to brag, but i’m kind of a pro at gourmet late-night cereal. i’m an incredible chef.”

you looked up at him with big bug eyes. fuck, you were so sweet-looking. he’d do anything for you probably be willing to help you with things because it was the gentlemanly thing to do and his ma would have whacked him upside the head if he didn’t.

you hesitated as the possibilities of things that could go wrong ran through your mind. you could accidentally drop the kettle and the boiling water could give bucky third-degree burns on his feet. or the mug could explode from the shock in heat increase, or you could be getting a bowl for the cereal and then drop it and get porcelain all over the floor and maybe one of you would step on the shards and get cut. and if you didn’t step on the shards, maybe you would get cut when trying to pick them up. actually, scratch that; bucky had a metal hand. but you could wake people up.

cereal seemed to have the lowest probability of giving either one of you seriously debilitating injuries. and you supposed you were a bit peckish.

“i haven’t had a midnight snack in forever,” you divulged, reaching for a box of honey nut cheerios on a top shelf. your toes slipped and you fell to the flats of your feet with a quiet hmph. bucky bit back a smile at your struggle.

“don’t laugh at me, asshole,” you grouched, sliding out of the way and gesturing for him to get the box instead. “i probably shouldn’t call you an asshole, huh? since you woke me up and got me cereal and everything.”

bucky handed you the box, amused. “you barely know me. i couldn’t be the biggest asshole ever and you’d never know about it.” he shook his head as he looked down at you, tutting. “classic rookie mistake. always underestimating your opponent.”

“first of all, you’re not my opponent,” you said, bustling around the kitchen for a spoon as bucky dug for a bowl. he settled on a stupid one patterned with dancing cats, hoping it’d lighten your mood. “and second of all, i don’t think i’m underestimating you. i’d say that’s me giving you the benefit of the doubt; which by the way, i don’t think i need to do.” you pulled out a spoon triumphantly, having dug through quite a few drawers.

“sure, i’ve only known you for like, 24 hours. and sure, every single one of our interactions up until now have been really weird, but i think i’m going to like you a lot, bucky. i don’t know, you just seem… good. wholesome. kind.”

bucky resisted the urge to point and laugh. him? good? wholesome? what was he, the easter bunny? he didn’t want to crush your spirits though, so he opted for holding the bowl out to you with both hands as if presenting you an award.

“your bowl,” he announced.

a few infectious laughs bubbled out of you as you admired the watercolored kittens and carefully poured your cereal. bucky decided he liked the sound of your laugh. as much as it was a bittersweet melody, it was one he knew well. you’d met less than a day ago and this was your first real conversation, but there was something about you that he’d never seen in anybody else. maybe it was because he saw himself in you.

grabbing his own bowl, he scooped a couple of handful of cheerios for himself. you slurped happily at your own.

“what kind of milk?” he asked absentmindedly, wandering over the common area couches where you’d just had game night. you trailed behind him.

“soymilk. it’s objectively the best milk.”

“huh. you struck me for a 1% kind of gal.”

you gasped in mock horror. “cow milk? never! i’m lactose intolerant. but even if i wasn’t i want nothing to do with a bodily fluid that comes out of a commercially kept livestock’s udder. it’s a fucking udder.”

he snorted, tossing back a few more cheerios. “you’ve got a point,” he mumbled, his mouth full of cheerios. “i love cheerios.”

“i can tell,” you grinned, taking a seat next to him. the couch had sunk so much under his weight that the cushions were literally slanted around him, and you slipped right down the slope until you were touching thighs. 

“you seem very enthusiastic about them.” you giggled, pointing to his face. “must be why there are crumbs all over your mouth.”

bucky blushed, hand coming up to cover the bottom of his face as he chewed as quickly as he could. you laughed, pushing his hand away so you could brush off the crumbs yourself. “you’re cute, bucky.”

“d-don’t say things like that, doll. you’re going to send an old man into cardiac arrest,” he stammered, caught off guard by the way you seemed to perceive him. kind. cute. an asshole. 

“well, why not? it’s true. plus, you call me doll. so unless you want to send a rookie 6 feet under before she makes it to sunrise, you better quit it too.”

he sighed, placing his half-eaten bowl on the ground. you gulped down the rest of your cereal and followed suit.

“can’t help it, doll,” he teased. “ it’s just second nature. all the pretty girls in the 40s got their little names, but doll is my favorite. and so far, you’re the only person i like around here.”

“ha! so you think i’m preeeetty,” you beamed, throwing one of your legs into the air and throwing yourself into bucky’s side dramatically. “you. think. i’m. pretty.” you emphasized each word with a poke to his arm. “what a charmer, you are. if your intention was to distract me from my nightmare, it’s worked very well, just so you know.”

“it’s true,” he threw your words back at you. “i’m glad i was able to help, even if it was just a little.” he relished in the feeling of your head against his bicep. it had been a while since he’d touched another person, really touched. apart from the occasional handshake, brushing of arms as he’d squeezed by someone, or the accidental foot touch, this was the first time since arriving at the compound since he’d been so physically and emotionally close to somebody. it was the first time since leaving wakanda that he’d been so close like this to a girl.

“mhm,” you hummed, rolling your head around until it was your crown and not your side against his arm, to stare at the ceiling. “it helped a lot, actually. i haven’t… i haven’t been like this with someone in years.” you whispered, your voice shrinking back to the shy volume it’d been back in your bedroom.

“oh?”

“yeah. i don’t really have anyone. i chose not to, ‘cuz it was better off for everyone that way.” you shot up suddenly, alarmed. “wait, you know about me, right? you know about… everything?” you waved your hands around nondescriptively.

“if by everything, you mean this supposed bad luck stuff, then yeah. and for the record, i don’t really give a shit. no offense. i’ve had my fair share of bad luck, doll. and so far, all you’ve done is make my night a hell of a lot better.” he threw his arms behind his head and settled into the cushions a bit more comfortably. you watched him from where you sat, a few inches away, as he stared at the ceiling contemplatively.

“i don’t care for whatever people told you about yourself before. there’s always gonna be someone who spouts bullshit, and it’s up to you whether or not you believe it. but for what it’s worth, i chose to stop believing it. and once i did, i realized that none of the things they were saying about me were true. i had just internalized them to the point where i started reflecting them.”

you shimmied closer, pursing your lips. “you’re smart. i kind of hate that for you.”

“well, i’m 106. i’ve got some grandfatherly wisdom in this old brain.” he rapped his knuckles on the side of his head as you nestled yourself back into the side of his body where you were before.

“bucky?” you whispered. he hummed and looked at you affirmatively. “it’s true, isn’t it?”

bucky’s blood ran cold. he was wrong. he should’ve never let it get this far. shit, this was why he set the rule in the first place-

“is it true that you’re 106? you’re not joking about the whole old man thing, are you?”

it was like someone slapped the flextape from that annoying commercial that always played before one of bucky’s youtube videos on protein shake recipes over bucky’s punctured lung. “no, i’m not lying. i heard you and wanda talking about me outside the gym,” he murmured. you smiled sheepishly.

“most people… know what i’ve done. what happened to me. and you should probably know at some point—actually, you should definitely know,” he sighed. “but not tonight. it- it’s a lot, and you’ve already had quite the night. so, you can ask me whenever. but maybe we’ll take it easy for now?”

bucky gently ran his hand over your jaw, and you looked at him with the most terrifyingly adoring gaze he’d ever seen. you shouldn’t be looking at him that way.

“thanks, bucky,” you smiled. “thanks for looking out for me. i was right. you are a good guy.”

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