#chunky knit scarf

[joluneserap]

[loveshetlands]

[fennopunk]

I encountered one of the yarn crafter nightmares.

I started working on a hooded scarf again after abandoning it into an UFO-pile for almost a year, but the last ball of yarn of that color was quickly running out, so I went out to get more. Since it's a very common color and brand of the the most common yarn company in Finland, I thought this would be an easy task.

It's not.

I couldn't find that same red anywhere, apparently because the yarn company had done some collaboration with a known Finnish candy company, and that line got a red yarn and why an earth would any store carry two of the same color, right?

They're FUCKING DIFFERENT SHADES OF RED and it's noticable enough that I can't use that other yarn on this. I did take only one because I suspected this would be the case, and I can use it for other things, but this project may have to go back to UFO pile until I can get more of the same red...

[broke-painter-blog]

[dooberific]

❝ 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴, 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘶 ❞

harumasa X afab!reader

genre: fluff w some angst

summary: it’s Christmas time in the city, and he’s not in your arms when he should be

wc: 1k

It’s a bit late but Merry Christmas!

He had screwed up. It was Christmas Eve, his phone was dead, and he was supposed to be by your side over an hour ago….no two.

Lumina Square glowed with holiday cheer, wreaths and trees and colorful lights passing by at a dizzying pace as he sprinted down the sidewalk, dodging the thinning crowd of pedestrians that paced by slowly, arms hooked together as they fought off the late-year chill.

That was what he was supposed to be doing. You were supposed to be curled at his side, hands intertwined as you shared a late dinner and walked through the Square to enjoy the decorations together. It was your single request of him for the holidays once you showed up at his apartment and realized his Christmas cheer lived and died by the ugly sweater he wore to work for a single day.

All these Christmases alone, and for the first time there was a second warm body invading his space that actually cared enough to integrate him into their holiday traditions. And he had screwed it up.

His heart was thundering in his chest, his breathing labored as he could feel himself begin to wheeze but he didn’t care. You were the only thing at the forefront of his mind. Your disappointed face, the way you would quietly reassure him though you would never address your own feelings.

You were too patient, too kind, and it scared him out of his mind to think of returning to his apartment and you being gone just like everyone else he ever opened himself up to.

His pace faltered, breathing labored as a wet cough wracked through his chest, the cold air stinging his lungs as he caught his breath, his heart thundering in his ears. It was already over an hour and a half since he was supposed to meet you, and his hope was waning as quickly as the anxiety was building in his gut.

There wasn’t much more of the Square to cover anymore, the dark expanse of the sky over the bay feeling like an ominous sign of his fate before a flash of pink caught his eye.

A chunky knit scarf decorated with colorful pompoms. The same chunky scarf you had wrapped around his own neck a few weeks prior as he left for work one morning nursing a runny nose.

You were still here.

Hair tousled from the wind under your earmuffs, arms tucked tightly to your side as you sipped on a festive red cup of some hot beverage, your nose and cheeks flushed from the cold under the warm glow of the Christmas lights that still brightened the Square despite the business lights dimming as they closed for the night.

You’d never been a prettier sight in his eyes as you perked up, a grin dimpling your cheeks as your arm lifted in a dramatic wave.

Your laughter rang sugary sweet in his ears as he scooped you up in his arms, face burying into the wool of your coat as he spun you around, paying no mind to your chiding to be careful of the hot drink precariously balanced in your hand.

His breath was warm against your skin he buried his face into the side of your neck, his arms anchoring you tightly against his chest. You could feel him quiver in your embrace, a telltale shudder in his chest as your free hand slowly ran up and down his spine.

Apologies fell like a mantra from his lips, his voice quivering with such fervor that it scared you. You fisted the back of his coat. “Haru, Haru sweetie, listen—“

“Asaba Harumasa!” Your tone was sharp as you wrestled your arm against his chest, forcing him back, his arms falling loosely around your waist as you met his melancholy gaze.

He didn’t even know he was crying till your face fell, your coffee dropping unceremoniously to the sidewalk as you cupped his icy cheeks between your gloved hands, thumbs brushing away the wet streaks that marred his fair skin.

“Haru, why are you crying?” You whispered, breath condensing in the cold. He didn’t answer, his lip quivering as he pressed his forehead flush to your own.

His breathing was still labored, tongue thick and cottony. “I’m sorry, work ran late and then my phone and—,” his words were jumbled as his breath caught in his throat between hiccups, “and this meant a lot to you, ‘n I thought you’d leave.” He stammered out a few more apologies but you just shook your head, pressing a short kiss to his lips.

You still tasted like coffee, your fingers brushing the nape of his neck as you parted. “But I’m still right here aren’t I?” You mused, fingers drawing little shapes on the skin peeking from beneath his jacket collar as you gently swayed him on his feet.

“I’m still here, wrapped in your arms in Lumina Square just like we planned. It’s going to take a little more than you being late to get rid of me, so please,” you drew his face up as you rubbed the tip of your nose against his.

“Don’t cry~”

He sucked in a shaky breath as he nodded, the hint of a smile quirking his lips.

“Now how about we go home? You’re freezing and we can’t have you taking any more sick days now can we?”

“Might not be so bad if you’re there to nurse me back to health~”

You grinned as you spun around, tucking your arm into his, happy to hear his usual vigor begin to return despite his hoarse voice as you started to walk. “I’m afraid I make for a mean nurse.”

The chiming of a bell cut through the quieting square, 12 steady beats cutting through the air as little crystalline flakes danced out of the darkness.

“Well would you look at that,” you paused, pulling your scarf loose from your neck as you looped it around his own, drawing him close. Snowflakes clung to the tips of his hair like tiny gemstones as you stood on your toes and pressed another kiss to his lips, feeling him smile under your touch as he pulled you tighter to his chest.

“Merry Christmas, Haru.”

Rey 2024 🎄

[withmyloveasyourgarden]

CINNAMON SWEET

STEVE HARRINGTON X F!READER

A cute little diner, friends that secretly conspire to give you and Steve the push you both need, and a planned breakfast that suddenly feels a lot more like a date - not that either of you are complaining. [Re-uploaded from my old blog]

Realistically, Steve should have known there was something going on when everyone, except you and him, suddenly couldn't make it to the breakfast that they'd all planned. 

But he hadn't really thought much of it when Max said she was teaching El how to skate or when Eddie and the rest of the kids said there was important Hellfire stuff that needed doing. 

Robin had picked up an extra shift at work and when Steve had shot her a briefly suspicious look, she had simply smirked and said something about how she needed to stop being broke and finally get a licence. Because it's not like he could drive her around forever and ‘I can't be third wheeling when you finally get a girl willing to put up with you Harrington.’

And maybe he would have put it together if he hadn't been so god damn nervous.

If there weren't butterflies in his stomach right up until he pulled up in front of your house and if his brain didn't stutter every time he thought of how it was just going to be you and him. 

He didn't fare any better when you stepped outside, the same startling grin on your face when your eyes found his that had stolen his heart the very first time he'd seen it.

There was a softness to how you were dressed that made him ache, all chunky-knit sweaters and pretty-coloured beanies, the scarf that Steve had given to you last year when you took the kids ice-skating and later you'd teasingly informed him he would never get back. 

He couldn't help but hope that he never would if it meant he kept getting to see you walk around in something of his. The feeling he got in his chest when you would catch his eyes on it - smile half hidden beneath the dark wool, hopelessly shy, and your own gaze tinged warm. 

It was one that lingered as you climbed into the car, a gust of cold wind entering with you that stirred at Steve's hair and blew the scent of spiced apple and vanilla from your body wash all around him, hands tightening around the steering wheel and teeth clamped because he was sure he would blurt out something stupid when he realised how the smell instantly brought him comfort. 

"Hey." You murmured from beside him, voice soft, still a little thick from sleep like you hadn't fully woken up yet and Steve was pretty sure he felt something in his chest melt at the sound. "Is it just us?" 

"Hey, sweetheart." He hummed without thinking, the pet name slipping too easily past his lips like it had always held a place on his tongue when he spoke about you, and he was too preoccupied with watching the road to be aware of the way you flushed in response. "Looks like it, apparently everyone else has plans that couldn't wait. S'that okay?" 

And it's not that he necessarily thought you would have a problem with it but he wanted to make sure anyway. Because you and Steve had never really done anything like this before, there was always other people around - the kids or Robin and Eddie, or any time you had spent alone together was either spent entertaining each other at work or in an alternative dimension, fighting for your lives. 

This, right here and now, felt different and the last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you had to be there if you didn't want to be. 

But then, to the boy's delight, you turned your head to grin at him, soft and warm, eyes bright. Looking every bit like you had always belonged in the passenger seat of his car, right beside him, just like this. "That's fine Steve." You told him. "It's their loss." 

**

The drive to the diner that Steve had chosen, a little bit out of the way instead of sticking to the one in town, was simultaneously never-ending and not long enough. 

An easy conversation flowed between you both. The nerves that had fluttered in your belly at the realisation it would just be the two of you slowly fading as you listened to Steve sing along to the music under his breath, only for them to then reappear with a vengeance when his hand occasionally brushed against your knee as he shifted gears. 

Each time he would withdraw his hand, cheeks tinged a soft pink, his apology a little choked sounding as he coughed to clear his throat. 

You had to pretend that the fleeting touch didn't burn you each time, that you didn't wish you could catch his fingers with yours and pull his hand back to rest on your knee instead of telling him ‘don't worry about it.’

And by the time you were unbuckling your seatbelt, nearly tumbling out of the door in your need for fresh air, there was a heady kind of tension between you. A sweet ache that made you feel permanently too warm, too giddy each time soft, brown eyes landed on yours and he smiled that same devastating smile that had labeled you a goner from the moment you had met him.

He waited for you to join him around the front of the car before he motioned towards the place with a little ta-da, his expression adorably pleased when you gave a delighted laugh before your gaze flickered to the quaint, little building, intrigued.

It didn't look like much at first glance but there was charm in its simplicity, all the decorations that they'd lovingly put in place for the season and the upcoming holiday making it feel homely and your heart undeniably happy. 

"How did you hear about this place?" You asked curiously whilst walking to the door. 

There was barely any space between you and every now and again you accidentally bumped arms or your fingers brushed, almost catching, so close to holding, but never quite. And unlike in the car, this time there was no quickly pulling away, no muttering of an apology, instead you both allowed it to happen like you were waiting to see if the other would pull away or if they'd be the one brave enough to move closer. 

But neither of you did and Steve quickly pulled you away from thoughts of if you should when he answered,

"Joyce told me. Said she used to bring Jonathan and Will here all the time because Will was convinced they did the best cinnamon waffles and hot chocolate." He grinned softly, eyes golden in the light of the sun and his expression briefly hesitant when he drew his lip between his teeth before adding. "It uh, it made me think of you."

"I remind you of waffles and hot chocolate? Is it because I'm just so sweet?" You joked. 

He shook his head with a huffed laugh, a rogue strand of hair falling into his eyes that you ached to brush away. "I wouldn't say that, well maybe, I guess?" He contradicted himself, cheeks a little flushed as he caught your amused stare, the pretty twinkle in your eyes that grew the more the boy spoke. "You mentioned that cinnamon waffles and hot chocolate was your favourite thing to have for breakfast that time we were at Robin's and– wait - shit - did I remember wrong?" 

You were stunned - a little too much so that you couldn't answer him for a moment, simply blinking at him as Steve's face grew worried. 

He brought you back with a hushed murmur of your name and you were suddenly fighting to breathe against the golden warmth flooding through your chest. 

"No, no, no, that's right." You assured him, a steadily beaming smile creeping across your face and Steve practically lit up with relief. "I just can't believe you remembered."

He snorted a little as he reached for the door and swung it open, a strong arm catching around your waist and pulling you into him to create a clear path for the elderly couple who were on their way out. 

"I remember a lot of things about you, probably more than I should." His voice was softer than you'd ever heard it and if the boy heard or even felt the way your breath hitched then he didn't say anything. Simply smiling proud and wide as the old couple thanked you, the lady cooing about 'what a cute couple you were and such lovely manners too.'

And when you finally dared to chance a look up at him he was already watching you. The tension from the car ride returning, something electric brewing in the small space between you that apparently made the boy feel bolder.  

"I did forget something today though." He mumbled, gaze a little warmer, a little flirtier, fixed on yours as he lifted his hand to tug high at your scarf, a light touch that caused his hand to barely graze the edge of your jaw and jesus christ, you couldn't fucking breathe. "Should have told you how pretty you look the moment you stepped foot in my car." 

You hadn't even realised your hands had made their way to his chest, fingers caught gently in his jacket from when you had swayed into him. But his breath was warm on your face and his nose was bumping yours and you swore there was a question in those pretty, honey eyes as they flicked from yours to your lips and slowly back. 

"I think I could maybe forgive you for taking this long." You whispered and he grinned, sticky-sweet and lovesick. 

"Yeah?" 

It was a question that you so badly wanted to answer by tilting your chin and pressing your lips to his. You wanted nothing more than to push yourself further into him, ached to feel him wrap himself around you, arms tight and mouth warm and giving under yours. 

But just as his lips brushed yours, the faintest echo of a touch, and you heard the boy's breath hitch, there was a crash from inside.

The sound of a plate shattering and cutlery hitting hardwood loud enough that the two of you jumped and stumbled apart with wide eyes. Gazes a little shy now the bubble you'd found yourselves in had been popped, allowing the world to rush around you once again. 

For a few moments you both just stood there, you nervously chewing at your lip as Steve ran a hand through his hair, musing it further than the wind had already. But then you caught the boy's eye and the laughter that bubbled out from you both sounded quiet and breathless, but real.

Happy.

And you could hardly bite back the smile when he tilted his head towards the inside of the diner and grinned. 

"After you, sweetheart." 

[nevernonline]

✧.* tired boy; kmg

synopsis: two strangers are navigating a complicated, unspoken connection. after struggling with their emotions and pushing each other away, a late-night confrontation forces them to finally face what they've been avoiding. as they open up and confront their fears, they discover that sometimes, just being together is enough.

paring: mingyu x fem! reader. 

genre:strangers2whatever  

warning/s:mentions of substances (alcohol), some swearing, sexy stuff, minors dni!

word count: 8.9k

content: . non-idol idolings, mingyu is going thru life, plays bass ykyk.

note: based on one of my fav songs at the moment!! tired boy by sunday (1994) LISTEN!! not rlly edited prob weird typos, xo. also i never really write smut so it's prob insane, pls lol.

Y/n’s favorite coffee shop was humming with quiet energy. The soft clinking of cups, students clicking their pens studying for their exams, and a faint noise of acoustic music playing overhead. Outside, the city was flickering just as softly as the energy inside, cars slowly passing by the window. 

Y/n was sitting in her usual seat next to the window, her sketchbook propped open in front of her on the stainless table, her lukewarm coffee sitting basically finished under her smudged fingers. She was always drawn to capturing moments, the glances between strangers, the way the steam hits off of coffee cups, the rain droplets on the window catching the light of the passing cars. But, tonight not just something but someone caught her eye. A boy sitting alone across the room. 

She doesn’t know his name, just that he was always here at this hour, sitting in the same corner, looking obviously exhausted. His hoodie pulled over his head just so his eyes can see enough to grab the cup of black coffee swirling in front of him, He flicks the space bar on his laptop every so often almost like he’s trying to make sure his eyes stay open. 

Her pencil was moving almost on instinct. She began sketching the slope of his shoulders, his head dipped under his hood. He was fighting off sleep like he was in an action movie. 

Y/n bit her cheek between her teeth, slightly hesitating. She never really focused on one person this much, but something about him had her curiosity piqued. She started asking herself questions like who is he? Why is he constantly tired? 

She shook her head, pushing all her thoughts away as she packed up her things neatly. Just as she was about to push the door open, she glanced back. The boy was completely passed out, cheeks resting on his hand, the way it sat pushed out was almost childlike.

The staff was cleaning up around him, and the barista gave y/n a glance like she was unsure what to do this close to closing time. 

Without hesitating, Y/n pulled the scarf from her neck. A soft, chunky knit, the color fading over the years since her grandmother first gave it to her. She looked at him for a fleeting second before draping it over his shoulders, which made him stir, but not wake completely. 

She lingered for a moment longer, before heading to the door, the cold air cutting though her skin as she walked through the quiet streets. 

The night after, Y/n returned to her regular spot, her sketchbook tucked under her arm, expecting it to be the same as always. She was someone who craved consistency. But just as she settled into her seat, someone was standing at the corner of her table. 

When she turned her chin up– and there he was. 

He was standing in front of her, scarf in hand, his eyes scanning her face like he was trying to figure out if he knew her or not. 

“This is yours, yeah?” His voice was deep, a little scratchy like he had just been out all night. 

Y/n just blinked at him, almost dumbfounded. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. You just looked a little cold.” 

For a split second, he just stared at her as if he didn’t know how to react to people perceiving him. A smile crept onto his face that didn't reach his tired eyes. 

“Thanks.” he said, rubbing his fingers over the fabric. “You didn’t have to do that.” 

Y/n just shrugged. “It was no big deal.” 

His gaze shot down to her sketchbook open on the table. Which is when he sees it. Well, sees himself. 

Sketched over and over in different types of poses. Head dropped forward, fingers wrapped around his paper cup, his eyes always half closed out of exhaustion. 

Y/n caught her breath in her throat once she realized what he was looking at. She slammed the book shut, her face turning red. 

Mingyu tilts his head, amusement in his expression. “Do I always look that dead, or was that just a bad night?”

Y/N sighed deeply, covering her face with her hands. “That’s embarrassing. Sorry. You just have an interesting face.”

Mingyu let out a quiet laugh, plopping into the seat across from her without invitation. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She peeks at him through her fingers. He’s still smiling, but now that she’s looking closer, she notices the way his hands shook slightly as he picks up his coffee. The way he rolls his shoulders like he’s trying to shake off exhaustion that clings too tightly.

“So. Wait. Do you ever sleep?” she blurts out before she can stop herself.

Mingyu chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “Apparently not as much as I should.”

Y/N tilts her head. “Why not?”

He exhales, running a hand through his messy hair. “Not sure. I just have too much going on. School. Work.. Life.” He shrugs. “I guess I just got used to always being tired.”

Something about the way he says it makes Y/N’s chest hurt. Like he’s led himself to exhaustion and just got so comfortable being there. 

She studied him for a moment before grabbing her pencil. “Maybe you just need to start slowing down,” she murmurs, sketching the way the shadows play across his face.

Mingyu watches her, intrigued. “You’re telling me that, but I get the feeling you need to hear that advice too. Tell me honestly, do you ever slow down?”

Y/N pauses, her pencil hovering over the page. “Ha. No. Not really,” she admits softly.

For a second, they just sit there, the world around them fading into the background. Two strangers, both caught in their own kind of exhaustion, both drawn to each other’s quiet presence.

The next few weeks slip by in an unspoken rhythm. Y/N and Mingyu never make official plans to meet, but somehow, they always find themselves in the same places—at the café, at the library, on quiet walks through the city.

At first, their conversations are light, drifting between small talk and teasing remarks. But something about the way they talk feels different. There’s no rush, no need to fill the silence with empty words.

Y/N keeps sketching him, sometimes without realizing it. Her pages filled up with small details. Things like his fingers against his coffee cup, the way his eyes soften when he laughs, the exhaustion that never fully leaves his expression.

And Mingyu keeps showing up. Always tired, always carrying too much on his shoulders, but somehow lighter when he’s with her, not letting the need for sleep keep him away from being engaged in their conversations.

One night, they find themselves outside after the café closed, standing under the glow of a streetlamp. The cities noise softly around them. Somehow it feels like the world has slowed down just for them.

“You should get some more sleep.” Y/N says, arms crossed against the cold.

Mingyu huffs out a laugh, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You say that like it’s easy.”

“It’s not,” she admits. “But neither is running on empty.”

Mingyu looks at her then, something unreadable in his tired eyes. She wonders if he’ll brush her off, if he’ll crack another joke and pretend it doesn’t matter.

Instead, he sighs, tilting his head back to stare at the stars. “I know.”

They don’t say anything else after that. The silence between them is enough.

Despite their growing bond, Y/N still doesn’t know much about Mingyu’s life outside these quiet moments they share. She just knows he’s always busy. between school and his part-time job.he barely has time to breathe. But she doesn’t know the full weight of it. Until one night.

It’s nearly past midnight, and she was walking home when she heard it. The deep strum of a bass guitar, the muffled sound of laughter and conversation spilling from a tiny bar on the corner of the street.

Curious, she peeks inside. And there, on a dimly lit stage, is Mingyu.

He looks different here. More alive, somehow. His fingers move effortlessly over the strings, his head nodding slightly to the beat. She can tell he’s still tired, but it was like he was feeding off the music, letting it carry him.

When the set ends, Mingyu steps off the stage, wiping sweat from his brow and freezes when he sees her.

“No way you’re here,” he says, his voice laced with surprise.

Y/N shrugs, stuffing her hands into her coat pockets. “I was just walking by. I didn’t know you played.”

Mingyu chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well. It’s kind of my thing to destress or whatever I guess.”

Y/N tilts her head. “You look really happy up there.”

For a second, he doesn’t answer. Then, with a small, tired smile, he says, “I think it’s the only time I forget how exhausted I am.”

She doesn’t say it out loud, but she wonders why he has to be this tired in the first place? Why does he have to work himself to the bone just to chase something that makes him happy?

Mingyu just looks into her eyes, setting the jacket he has in his hands down on the bar stool next to him. “Too tired for a beer?” 

Y/n took his cue, pulling the zipper down on her own coat, “Never.” 

Mingyu smiled brightly, waving over the bartender with a familiar ease. The place is cozy, buzzing with the low hum of conversation and the occasional clatter of glass against wood. A stark contrast to the stage, where only moments ago, he seemed weightless, like the world had loosened its grip on him, even if just for a song or two.

Y/N slides onto the barstool next to him, resting her elbows on the counter. “So, how long have you been doing this?” she asks as he hands her a beer.

He takes a sip from his own glass, the color of the beer catching the light. “A while. I started in college, mostly to blow off steam. Then, I guess, it just stuck.”

She watches him, the way his fingers tap idly against the pint, a rhythm still flowing through him. “You’re actually really good, you know.” 

Mingyu chuckles, shaking his head. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Y/N.”

She smirks, raising her bottle in mock surrender. “Shut up. I’m serious. You looked different up there. I don’t know, like it’s the most natural thing in the world for you.”

His smile falters for just a second, something passing through his eyes before he looks away. “Yeah, well. Maybe that’s the problem.”

Y/N’s eyebrows moved together. “What do you mean?”

Mingyu exhales through his nose, setting his drink down with a soft clink. “I don’t know? If something makes you feel that alive, shouldn’t it be something that you do all the time? Instead of just sneaking it in between everything else?”

She studies him, the way his shoulders slump slightly, the weight he carries settling back into place now.

“You could,” she says carefully. “Do it all the time, I mean.”

He laughs, but there’s no real humor in it. “That’s not how life works, Y/N.”

She wants to argue. Wants to tell him that he deserves more than exhaustion disguised as success. That he should get to chase something that makes his heart race for the right reasons. But she knows he’s right. 

Instead, she clicks her bottle against his, offering a small smile. “Well, at least for tonight, you gotta do what you love.”

Mingyu looks at her, really looks at her, and for a moment, he seems lighter.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, taking another sip. 

After a while of quiet togetherness and another drink Mingyu stretches, groaning. “We should probably head out before I pass out on the floor and your forced to take me out of here”

Y/N nodded. Then, before she can overthink it she blurts out, “Do you want to walk with me?”

Mingyu grins. “Yeah, of course.”

Mingyu isn’t sure when he started looking forward to seeing Y/N.

Maybe it’s the way she sketches absentmindedly while talking, her fingers always smudged with charcoal or covered in ink pen. Or the way she watches him like she actually sees him, past the exhaustion, past the half-hearted jokes, past the front he’s so used to putting up.

She notices things about him that no one else does, like how he taps his fingers against the table when he’s thinking. How he always checks his phone, not because he’s expecting a text, but because he’s used to managing his time down to the last second.Y/N notices all of it. And that terrifies him a little, Because nobody else ever has. 

The exhaustion isn't just from sleepless nights. It's deeper than that.

Mingyu grew up in a house where love was quiet but responsibilities were loud. His parents worked long hours, and as the eldest, he learned to carry burdens without being asked. His younger siblings needed him, and he never wanted to let them down.

So he learned how to balance everything, school, work, family, and now, his music.

His band’s gigs pay little, but it’s the only thing that makes him feel alive. And school? It’s a constant pressure, an expectation he can’t afford to fail.

He doesn’t remember the last time he did something just for himself. And yet, with Y/N, things feel different. She doesn’t ask him for anything. She doesn’t expect him to be strong or put together. She just exists beside him, and somehow, that’s enough.

The night air is crisp, biting at their skin as they stand on the empty sidewalk. The street lights flickering above them, casting long shadows that stretch ahead.

They don’t talk at first, but the silence isn’t uncomfortable. It’s the kind of quiet that feels safe.

Mingyu walks beside Y/N with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, his breaths coming out in soft puffs of air. She notices the way his steps fall into rhythm with hers.

Somewhere down the street, a cat darts between parked cars. A neon sign hums from a convenience store, buzzing against the stillness. The city feels different at this hour like it’s softer, slower, like time has stretched just for them.

Mingyu lets out a heavy sigh, tilting his head up to the night sky. “Do you ever feel like the world only stops when no one else is awake?”

Y/N glances at him. “Yeah, totally,” she admits. “I think that’s why I like walking at night.”

Mingyu looked at her nodding. “Me too. It’s the only time I don’t feel like I have to be somewhere. Like I finally have no responsibilities”

She doesn’t ask where he always has to be, he’s never really told her, not in words, but she’s pieced together the parts of him he doesn’t say out loud. The late nights, the constant exhaustion, the weight he carries like he doesn’t know how to put it down.

They reach a small bridge overlooking the river, the water below reflecting the dim city lights. Mingyu stops, leaning against the railing, and Y/N follows, their elbows brushing.

“Have you ever thought about leaving?” he asks suddenly, his voice softer now.

Y/N tilts her head. “Leaving where?”

He shrugs. “Here. The city. Everything.”

She studies him for a moment, noting the way his jaw tenses, the way his fingers tap absentmindedly against the railing.

“I haven’t thought about it much I guess. Do you?” she asks instead.

Mingyu exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Sometimes. But it’s not that easy.”

“Why not?”

His lips pressed together, and for a second, Y/N assumed he wouldn't answer. But then he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair.

“My family needs me. My job fucking sucks other than it pays good. My band is really the only thing that makes me feel like I’m not just running in place.” He pauses, then huffs out another laugh, this one almost bitter. “And even if I wanted to leave, I wouldn’t know where to go.”

Y/N watches him carefully, taking in the exhaustion that’s always just beneath the surface, the way he speaks like he’s already decided that this is all there is for him and she hates it, because he doesn’t think he deserves more.

She looks down at her hands, her fingers curling around the strap of her bag. “If you could go anywhere, where would it be?”

Mingyu doesn’t answer right away. Finally, he says, “Somewhere quiet. Somewhere I can just rest without feeling guilty about it.”

She doesn’t know how to tell him that he deserves that. That he deserves more than just stolen moments of peace in the dead of night.

So instead, she says, “You should rest more.”

Mingyu snorts, turning to her with a tired grin. “You say that like it’s easy.”

“It’s fucking not,” she admits, echoing their conversation from nights ago. “But neither is running on empty forever.”

Mingyu studies her, his eyes searching, like he’s trying to find something in her words that he’s too afraid to believe.

Before she can stop herself, she reaches out, fingers brushing against his sleeve. It’s barely a touch, barely anything at all. But it’s enough because Mingyu doesn’t pull away.

He just looks at her, really looks at her, and something shifts in the air between them.

Something quiet. Something fragile. Something that feels like a question neither of them are ready to ask.

The wind blows, cold against her skin, but Y/N doesn’t feel it because her lingering touch turned into Mingyu pulling her in for a tight hug, unprovoked, just needing to feel someone else's weight against him so he doesn’t feel like he’s alone. 

All she feels is the warmth of him, standing against her, and the weight of something unspoken settling between them.

Mingyu is the first to pull away, but only slightly. His hands still rest against her waist, his fingers twitching slightly like he doesn’t quite want to let go.

Y/N swallows. She should say something. She should.

But all she does is look up at him, taking in the way his face looks softer in the dim glow of the streetlights.

His eyes flicker between hers. There’s something unreadable in them. Something vulnerable, heavy, something like I don’t know what to do with you.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

Y/N looks at him, momentarily thrown. “For what?”

Mingyu exhales a breathy laugh, barely there. “Hell, I don’t know. For being like this, I guess.”

A flicker of something sharp twists in her chest. She doesn’t like the way he says that. Like it’s something to apologize for. Like he’s too much.

She shakes her head. “What? Don’t be.”

Mingyu watches her, hesitant.

She tightens her grip on his sleeves before she can second-guess it. “Really. I mean it.”

For a moment, it looks like he’s about to argue. But then—something shifts.

His shoulders relax. His hands finally drop away, but not before one of his fingers brushes against hers, so subtle she almost misses it. Almost.

Neither of them mention the hug as they start walking again.

The silence isn’t heavy, but it’s charged, sparkling with something unspoken. Mingyu’s hands stay shoved in his pockets, and Y/N swears she catches him sneaking glances at her when he thinks she isn’t looking. But, she doesn’t call him out on it. Because if she does then she’ll have to acknowledge the way she’s doing the exact same thing.

The way she already knows that this—whatever this is—is going to ruin her. Because they’re standing at the edge of something, balancing on the line between just friends and something else entirely And at some point, one of them is going to have to make a choice.

They don’t talk about the hug, not that night, not the next day, not even the week after.

It lingers. It lingers in the way Mingyu lets their shoulders brush when they walk, just barely but intentionally. In the way Y/N catches him watching her, his gaze lingering a second too long before he looks away. In this way their conversations feel a little quieter, but way heavier, like they’re both waiting for something to be said and neither of them is willing to say it first. Yet, nothing changes.

They still meet up at the café, still slip into their usual seats, still act like they aren’t circling around something bigger than themselves.

Until one night, Mingyu says something that makes the ground shift all over again.

It’s past midnight when they leave the café, the air crisp and filled with the promise of snow.

Mingyu stretches his arms above his head, groaning dramatically. “I swear, if I sit in one place for too long, I will turn into stone.”

Y/N snorts, adjusting her bag strap. “That’s the consequence you’re paying for living on four hours of sleep.”

Mingyu smiles, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Walk me home?”

It’s the first time he’s asked. Usually, it’s the other way around.

Y/N blinks, caught off guard. “Yeah,” she says, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. “Of fucking course.”

Mingyu doesn’t say anything, he just smiles, small and easy. But something in the way he looks at her makes her stomach twist. 

It’s different from before. The silence between them isn’t awkward, but it’s different, like it’s more aware. Y/N notices the way the streetlights cast shadows across Mingyu’s face, making his features look softer. She notices the way he occasionally glances over at her, like he’s making sure she’s still there. She notices everything.

They turn a corner, the city stretching out in front of them, and then—

“Have you ever thought about moving in with someone?” Mingyu asks suddenly.

Y/N stops walking. “What?”

Mingyu keeps walking a few more steps before realizing she isn’t beside him anymore. He turns back, expression unreadable. “Like, a roommate. Just so life isn’t so shitty. So I don’t feel like I’m talking to my walls all the time.”

Y/N blinks, something uneasy curling in her chest. “Are you thinking about moving?”

Mingyu shrugs, but it’s too casual. “Maybe. Just a thought.”

And maybe she’s imagining it, but there’s something about the way he says it. Something careful, something hesitant that makes it feel like a test. Like he’s waiting to see how she’ll react.

Y/N tries to play it cool, even as her stomach twists itself into knots. “Well, you do talk to your walls way too much.”

Mingyu snorts, shaking his head. “Not the point, but thanks.”

She hesitates, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. “Who would you move in with?”

Mingyu tilts his head, looking at her in a way that makes her heart stutter.

“I don’t know,” he says. “You?”

The world feels like it tilts.

Y/N’s brain short-circuits, words catching in her throat.

Mingyu, to his credit, doesn’t look away. He just watches her, waiting, like he’s finally pushing them toward the edge of whatever the hell this is.

Like he’s daring her to say something.

Her mouth goes dry. “Mingyu—”

He holds up his hands before she can finish. “Relax, it was just a question.”

But it wasn’t.

They both know that.

It wasn’t just a question. It was a shift. A crack in the careful distance they’ve been keeping. 

And Y/N hates how much she wants to say yes.

Because it wouldn’t just be moving in together. It would be stepping into something irreversible. It would be waking up to him down the hall. It would be seeing him at his most unfiltered. Groggy and messy-haired in the morning, frustrated when his songs don’t come out right, exhausted when the world is too much.

It would be too much.

She wants it more than she should.

Mingyu is still watching her, still waiting. But then he exhales a laugh, shakes his head like he’s brushing it off. “Never mind,” he says, smiling like it’s nothing. “Forget I said anything.”

And before she can stop him, before she can even think—

He turns, shoving his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets, and starts walking again.

Y/N stays frozen in place, watching his back, her heart hammering in her chest.

And suddenly, she realizes they’re not just standing at the edge of something anymore. They’re already falling off of it. 

Y/n couldn’t sleep that night. She lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying Mingyu’s words over and over.

"You?"

Like it was just a passing thought. Like it didn’t matter. But it did.

Because Mingyu doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean never like that. Not with that look in his eyes, like he was testing the waters, waiting to see if she would reach for his outstretched hand or step away completely.

And she had frozen.

She hadn’t said no. But she also hadn’t said yes. And now, in the absence of a real answer, the tension between them has become something unbearable.

The next time they see each other, it’s like walking on cracked ice. Mingyu is still Mingyu. Still teasing, still dramatic, still slouched in their usual café booth like he owns the place. But Y/N notices the small things.

He hesitates before speaking. He never used to do that. But now, there’s a split second where he seems to be thinking a lot before he says something, like he’s making sure he doesn’t push too hard. He doesn’t meet her eyes as much. Normally, he looks at her like she’s the most interesting thing in the room. Now, his gaze flickers, like he’s afraid of what he might find if he holds it for too long. He doesn’t touch her. No casual elbows nudging against hers. No fingers brushing when he hands her a drink. No leaning into her space just to get a reaction.

And it’s driving Y/N insane. Because she didn’t ask for this shift. She didn’t ask for things to change.

But on the other hand  maybe she did. Maybe she’s the one who started this. Letting him in too close, letting herself want. Maybe this is the consequence.

They were sitting in the café, both pretending everything was fine. Y/N is sketching not because she’s focused, but because it gives her something to do with her hands. Mingyu is nursing his drink, stirring it absently with his straw, eyes distant.

It’s so fucking weird. So weird that Y/N can’t take it anymore.

She sighs, setting down her pencil. “Okay, seriously. Are we gonna talk about it, or are we just gonna sit here acting like a bunch of fucking idiots forever?”

Mingyu blinks. “Talk about what?”

Y/N levels him with a look. “You know what.”

He looks at her for a second, then huffs a short laugh. “You mean the thing where I made a dumb joke, and now you’re acting like I proposed or something?”

Y/N’s stomach clenches. So that’s how he wants to play it.

She exhales sharply, leaning back. “Right. A joke. Got it.”

Mingyu’s lips pressed together. He shifts in his seat, looking away, tapping his fingers against the side of his cup. He’s annoyed.

Which is so frustrating, because he’s the one who dropped that on her. He’s the one who changed things.

She shakes her head, staring down at her sketchbook, suddenly not in the mood to draw anything at all. “Forget I said anything.”

Mingyu lets out a quiet breath, then mutters, “You’re really good at that.”

Y/N frowns. “What?”

Mingyu shakes his head, his jaw tight. “Nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything.

And just like that, the tension is worse than before.

“No, tell me what you mean. I’m curious. What am I good at?” 

“Acting like everything is perfectly fine, when you know it’s not just to save someone’s feelings. 

Because the thing is Mingyu has always been a little dramatic. A little loud. A little too much in the best way. But now? Now, he holds things back. And most of all, she catches the silences.

Not the comfortable ones they used to have, when they could sit together without saying anything.

These silences are different.

These are the kind that stretch too long, that make the air feel too heavy, that make Y/N feel like they’re both waiting for something. But she doesn’t know what. Or maybe she does.Maybe she’s just scared to admit it.

And Y/N isn’t sure she’s ready to acknowledge what he’s saying. But she’s also not sure she can keep pretending. Not when every second with him feels like teetering on the edge of something bigger than both of them. Not when she’s starting to realize she doesn’t want to go back to normal.

She just wants him.

Mingyu snapped her out of her thoughts as he cleared his throat. “What are you drawing?”

It’s a simple question. Easy. Casual. Safe.

But Y/N hesitates for a second too long. “Nothing,” she finally says, flipping the page before he can see.

She doesn’t know why she does it.

Mingyu blinks. “Did you just hide it from me?”

She shrugs, feigning indifference. “Maybe.”

“Wow.” He leans back, crossing his arms. “I see how it is. Keeping secrets now.” 

He’s teasing. He’s joking. But there’s something underneath his voice, something too close to real, that makes her stomach twist.

Y/N forces a smirk. “I keep lots of secrets, Mingyu. You should know that by now.”

Mingyu’s expression flickers, just for a second. Like he knows she’s not just talking about her sketchbook.

And just like that, the air between them shifts.

It’s ridiculous, really. How hard they’re trying. How much effort they’re putting into not talking about the thing sitting between them like a third person at the table.

Y/N picks up her drink. Mingyu taps his fingers against the table. Neither of them says anything.

It’s unbearable.

Finally, Mingyu exhales sharply, shaking his head. “This is fucking stupid.”

Y/N frowns. “What is?”

“This.” He gestures between them, frustration creeping into his voice. “We’re acting like strangers. Or worse like we’re scared of each other.”

She swallows. “I’m not scared of you.”

Mingyu stares at her for a long moment. 

“Then why do you keep pulling away?”

The words knock the breath out of her. Because he noticed. Of course he did.

Y/N opens her mouth, ready to say something  but nothing comes out.

Because what the fuck is she supposed to say?

That she is scared? That she doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that every second with him feels like standing at the edge of something huge?

That she wants to reach for him but she’s afraid of what happens next?

Mingyu watches her struggle for an answer. Then, like he can’t stand it anymore, he shakes his head and grabs his cup.

“I gotta go.”

Y/N’s stomach sinks. “Mingyu—”

But he’s already pushing back his chair, already standing, already looking at her with this unreadable expression that makes her chest ache.

He doesn’t wait for her to finish.

He just walks away.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/N watches him leave without knowing if he’s going to come back.

Y/N doesn’t think. She just moves.

By the time she registers that she’s already out the café doors, Mingyu is halfway down the street, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets, his long strides carrying him away too fast.

But she’s not letting him go. Not like this.

“Mingyu!”

He doesn’t stop. She quickens her pace, her heart pounding for reasons that have nothing to do with running.

“Mingyu, wait!”

This time, he hesitates. Slows just a little. But he doesn’t turn around.

Y/N reaches him, grabbing his sleeve. Not hard, just enough to make him stop. And he does.

But when he finally looks at her, she almost wishes he hadn’t. Because his face, his eyes, they’re filled with something that looks a lot like exhaustion. Like she’s just making things worse.

“What do you want, Y/N?” His voice isn’t sharp, but it isn’t soft either. It’s just annoying, a little tired, like he was on the brink of crying.

Y/N lets go of his sleeve. She suddenly feels too small. Too uncertain.

“I don’t know,” she admits, breathless. “I just didn’t want to leave things like that.”

Mingyu exhales through his nose, glancing away like he’s trying to keep himself from saying something he’ll regret.

 But Y/N can’t stop now. Not when she can feel the weight of everything about to slip through her fingers.

“I wasn’t pulling away because I wanted to,” she says quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to—” She stops, swallowing hard.

Mingyu’s jaw clenches. “How to what, Y/N?”

How to let herself want him. How to cross the line they’ve been balancing on for so long.

How to be brave when she’s spent so much time being scared.

She doesn’t say any of that.

She just stands there, staring at him, hoping he’ll understand anyway.

But Mingyu laughs, shaking his head. And it’s not a happy laugh.

“See, this is the fucking problem,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t know what you want, but you don’t want me to leave either. You keep acting like I’m the only one making this complicated.”

Y/N’s stomach twists. “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” Mingyu huffs out a breath, looking at her with something so close to frustration it makes her chest ache. “Because from where I’m standing, it feels like I’m the only one willing to be honest about what this is.”

Y/N’s throat tightens. “Mingyu… Please, come on.”

But he just sighs, looking away like he’s already done with the conversation.

“I just need some space,” he says finally, voice quieter. “Okay?”

Y/N doesn’t know what to say.

Because no, it’s not okay. It feels awful. It feels like she’s drowning in something she doesn’t know how to fix.

But she nods anyway.

Because what else can she do?

Mingyu gives her one last unreadable look. Then he turns and walks away.

And this time, Y/N doesn’t chase him.

She just stands there, watching him disappear into the cold.

And for the first time, she wonders if she’s already lost him.

She tells herself she’s fine.

That it’s better this way.

That space is what he wanted, so space is what she’ll give him.

But the thing is space doesn’t feel like space.

It doesn't just feeling like silence. It feels like an absence. It feels like she lost something before she even had the chance to enjoy it.

Mingyu doesn’t text her.

She tells herself she won’t text him first.

But then she catches herself opening their messages, staring at the last thing he sent days ago, rereading his words like they might suddenly change if she looks at them long enough.

She still goes to the café. At first, she tells herself it’s just a habit. But every time the door opens, she looks up, heart stuttering with something stupid and desperate.

But Mingyu doesn’t come.

 Meanwhile, Mingyu is drowning in his own thoughts. He knows he’s being unfair.Knows that walking away like that probably hurt her. Knows that if he just let himself talk to her. Like really talk to her, maybe they wouldn’t be here.

But the truth is, he’s exhausted. Not just physically, but in a way that sits deep in his bones.He’s tired of waiting for her to figure things out. Because he knows how he feels.Has known for months, maybe even years. And he’s tried to be patient. He’s tried to let her set the pace.

But he’s not sure how much longer he can stand being stuck in this limbo, where he feels like he’s reaching for her but she’s too afraid to reach back.

So he throws himself into other things. He buries himself in school, in work, in distractions that don’t really work. 

And yet, no matter what he does he still thinks about her. About how she looked at him that night, eyes wide with something he wanted to believe was more than guilt .About how she reached for him, even when she was scared.About how, for a second, he thought she might actually say what he’s been waiting to hear.

But she hadn’t and Mingyu was so tired of waiting.

Y/N finally stopped going to the cafe.

It’s stupid, really. But she can’t take it anymore. Sitting at what became their table, staring at the empty seat across from her, waiting for someone who isn’t coming.

Mingyu stops checking his phone.

He tells himself it’s better not to hope. That if she really wanted to fix things, she would have come after him again.

Neither of them realizes how stubborn they’re being.

Neither of them realizes that the only thing keeping them apart is themselves.

Eventually, something has to break. The only question is who will break first?

It happens late at night.

The kind of late where the world feels softer, quieter. Where the only thing keeping Y/N company is the dull glow of her phone screen and the restless thoughts she’s been trying to ignore.

She’s not sure what finally pushes her over the edge.

Maybe it’s the silence stretching too long. Maybe it’s the fact that no matter how much space they’ve given each other, the distance still feels unbearable.Or maybe she’s just done pretending like this doesn’t hurt.

Her fingers hover over the screen.

She types. Deletes. Types again. And Again. 

Y/N doesn’t think too much about it. She doesn’t send the text, instead grabs her jacket, leaves her apartment without a second thought, and heads straight to Mingyu’s place.

She hasn’t seen him in a long time, and the silence between them has stretched long enough to suffocate. She can’t keep waiting for him to make the first move. But, she’s too tired of wondering if he’s waiting for her to fix everything.

When she reaches his door, she hesitates. Her heart is pounding in her chest, her breath shallow, but she doesn't let herself second-guess it.

Without knocking, she checks his door handle and it opens just enough to step inside.

“Mingyu?” Her voice echoes in the quiet of his apartment.

He appears from the hallway, looking surprised, and a little relieved?

“What are you doing here?” he asks, voice a little too calm for how his eyes betray him.

“I couldn’t wait anymore,” she says, her words tumbling out without her thinking. "I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to keep pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not. Also, please fucking lock your doors.”

He steps back, letting her inside, but the distance between them feels like it’s growing instead of shrinking. She’s not sure what to do with the way he’s looking at her like he’s still holding something back, like he’s afraid to give her all of himself.

“Mingyu…”

But before she can say anything else, he speaks first, his voice rough.

“You don’t get it, Y/N,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “I’m tired of waiting, of hoping that you will be ready. I’ve been patient. But you keep pushing me away.”

Y/N takes a step toward him, heart racing in her chest. “I know. I know I’ve been scared. I’ve been terrified of how much you mean to me.”

Mingyu looks at her, his brow furrowed, clearly conflicted. “Then why didn’t you tell me that sooner?”

She takes a breath, gathering the courage she’s been holding back for so long. “Because I don’t know how to let myself feel like this. I don’t know how to trust myself when it comes to you. But I can’t keep pretending that I’m fine without you.”

There’s a long pause. Then, Mingyu sighs, his voice quieter. “I don’t want to be something you’re scared of. But I can’t keep being afraid of how much you mean to me either.”

Y/N steps closer, slowly, almost like she’s testing the waters. She reaches out to him, her fingers brushing lightly against his chest, and for the first time in days, she feels like she’s not alone in this anymore.

He doesn’t pull away. In fact, he pulls her in closer, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She presses her face into his chest, feeling the warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, everything feels right

Without thinking, Y/N reaches up, her other hand finding its place against the back of his head, her fingers curling into his slightly wet head of hair.

And before she can second-guess herself, she leans in.

It’s not graceful. It’s not perfect. But it’s real. Just like them.

Her lips find him with a desperation that surprises even her, like she’s finally letting go of everything she’s been holding back. Like she’s giving him everything she’s been too afraid to say.

And for a moment, Mingyu is still unsure. But he kisses her back.

It’s slow at first, tentative, as if both of them are trying to figure out if this is real. If it’s okay to feel this much. But soon, the kiss deepens, the tension that’s been building between them exploding like a spark igniting a fire.

When they finally pull away, their breaths are uneven, their foreheads pressed together.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says, barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry it took me this long to get here.”

Mingyu doesn’t answer right away. He just looks at her, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

And then, quietly, his lips curl into a smile.

“It’s okay,” he says, his voice a whisper too. “I think we both needed to get here.”

And just like that, the distance between them is gone. 

Mingyu leaned down and kissed her again, this time less shy and more excited. 

Y/n let her hands run down the nape of his neck to his shoulders, she dug her nails into them slowly as their kiss got deeper. 

Mingyu led her inside further, not letting their bodies part for even a moment, they stumbled along onto his couch, he sat with perfect posture to let her body be able to climb perfectly onto his lap, straddling both of his thighs. 

His lips moved further down her body now lingering under her chin and down to her neck, nipping at her skin. Making her quiet voice much louder now. 

He pulled at the bottom seam of her hoodie and slipped it over her head, revealing her small white tank top under, no bra straps in sight which made him even more excited at this moment. 

Neither of them asked for permission, but they knew they didn’t have to, they both waited for this moment, both waited to feel the warmth of their connection through actual skin to skin contact. 

The connection of their lips stopping for only a moment for heavy breaths and seconds to take Mingyu to her level and pulled off his freshly cleaned t-shirt off his body, revealing his golden physique underneath. 

The soft glow of hit candles and city lights coming through the window like stars was just enough to see his eyes, look deeply into them before Y/n curled her legs onto the floor to face him on her knees. 

She rested the palms of her hands on his inner thighs and slowly cascaded them closer and closer to the busting waistband of his sweats, lucky she had caught him after his shower. No underwear were underneath so his penis was easily accessible under the soft grey material. 

As her face leaned in closer and closer to the tip of his penis sticking out over his waistband, she blew a small bit of air onto him, making him quiver under her touch. 

Mingyu moaned loudly, almost begging her to come closer, as close as they have ever been. 

She wanted to continue teasing him, wanted to see him beg for her to touch him, but he was impatient, he took her tied up hair into his hands and pulled her face directly onto him, rubbing it over the still slightly clothed erection he had. 

Her head still in his grasp made it hard for her to move, but luckily her hands had full range of motion, in the time he went back to rub her against him one more time she had managed to release his throbbing erection from inside its prison. Once she got his pants down just enough, she stuck her tongue out licking from the bottom all the way to the tip that had already been slightly wet from all the excitement he was feeling. 

Mingyu still gripped her hair bucked up into her mouth as she placed her lips around him tightly and finally, unable to stop the motion of his body from doing so. Y/n wanted to take this slower at first, but knowing how excited he was made her change speed, letting him thrust into her mouth, her knees digging into his soft white carpet, letting her hands glide along him in the moments her throat was clear from the penetration. 

Mingyu pulled at her top from above her, still licking and sucking on his dick, indicating her to pull it off which she happily took a moment of breath and pulled it over her head, her hair tie coming out at the same time letting her long hair cascaded down her back, more for him to grip onto. 

As she went back to go down on him, he wagged his finger no and held her hand, pulling her up to stand from the floor, still seated on the couch taking in her body as she stood between his legs, his throbbing erection in between them. 

Mingyu slipped his fingers into the sides of her waistband and gently pulled her pants down, leaving her light blue panties on, touching at the crotch of them slightly, feeling how warm she was beneath them, he let his hands run traces around her body before pulling her back onto his lap, his dick rubbing against her still clothed center. 

Y/n now back straddling him, dick behind her butt, vagina pressed up against his stomach, rolled against him as he sucked at her skin, cascading kisses all the way down to her sternum before taking one of her breasts in his mouth. 

She couldn’t wait anymore, couldn’t hold on to the storm brewing inside of her. 

Not being able to get over how good it felt to have him exploring places he’s never been before, she let out deep heavy breaths on his skin, her head tipping back to let out what sounded like a few swear words, Mingyu stopped, pulling her head down to kiss her again, he spit in her mouth, mixing it with hers. 

One of Y/ns hands reached down to her clit, rubbing it slightly through her underwear, not being able to take not being touched by him any further. 

Mingyu caught her hand, “Not yet. That’s for me.” 

Y/n out of breath just nodded, letting him pick her up, hands under her underwear touching her bare ass and carrying her into his room. 

Mingyu placed her on the edge of his perfectly made bed, white covers and all, telling her to lay back as his hands made their way to her panties. 

He rubbed two of his fingers over them, never touching her skin underneath, driving her further to the edge. 

His hands came to the top of them at her hips, he slid them down carefully, hoping to make her shiver underneath his touch. 

Y/n’s legs quivered, she held them so tightly together, hoping to keep herself in check and not blow this moment their having right here, before they even reach the point of penetration. Mingyu grazed the head of his penis from her clit straight down to her entrance point. 

Y/n tried her hardest to push herself onto him, she needed more, she needed it deeper, she needed him inside and was too desperate for it. 

Mingyu stopped teasing her, holding her hips down with a menacing look on his face. 

“I was going to be nice, but you’re not being a good girl.” 

Y/n whimpered not sure what to expect, but all she knew is she needed it to happen right now. 

Mingyu didn’t prepare her, he was one of his words, with no warning he thrusted into her fully and all at once, filling her up with the length of him, letting it sit there slightly to see what she would do. 

Y/n just clenched her pussy around him, no words needed. 

His thrusting started off fast, rapid, almost like rabbits, he put his full potential into penetrating her, needing to pump as hard and fast as he could, watching the person he fell in love with squirm under him. 

 When he was finally reaching his point of release. He laid his body down onto her further, pressing his chest up as he slowly pumped into her, feeling her hard nipples grace over his body with every movement. 

“Mingyu.. I-” Y/n was out of breath she could barely speak, her voice raspy from whining and moaning. 

Mingyu just brushed her hair out of her face, giving her a knowing look and letting a small kiss fall onto her lips. “Let yourself go, y/n.” 

And she did, nearly at the same time he ejaculated, their bodily fluids mixing, spilling out between her thighs. 

Mingyu grabbed a towel, bringing it over to her. Warm water now wiping away the cum sitting between her legs. 

/N’s eyes widened, and she let out a small laugh, her chest vibrating from it. She shifted beside him, clearly amused by the shift in tone. “Wow. Words do come back to haunt you.”

He smirked, teasing. “No. Just some good advice, from a very, very good friend.”

“Friend?” Y/N shot him a playful glare, slapping his thigh lightly. “Do friends fuck like that?”

Mingyu laughed, genuinely amused. “Just me and my friends.”

“Since when did you get to be a smart ass?”

“Since dealing with you.” He grinned, eyes glinting with something soft yet teasing. “I had to put up some sort of facade. I never thought you actually liked me, so—”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, turning her head to look at him fully. “What? You didn’t?”

Mingyu shrugged, looking away for a second, like he was gathering his thoughts. “Look, at first, the day we were at the bar, I had a feeling. But I didn’t know for sure. Then after the day in the cafe when we got into that argument, I was so certain you didn’t like me back. I left the ball in your court, and then I went back to the shop about a week later, but I didn’t see you. I thought maybe I had read it wrong. Maybe I'll never see you again.”

Y/N’s heart squeezed at his words. He’d really been unsure, thinking she hadn’t felt the same way. And here she was, unable to deny how much she’d felt for him all along.

She turned toward him more fully now, sitting up a little in the bed, her voice gentle but serious. “Mingyu, I never meant to make you feel like that. I’ve just been scared, too, okay? Scared of what it all meant, scared of losing what we had.”

Mingyu’s expression softened. He sat up slightly, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “You never had to be scared, Y/N. But I get it. I was too.”

Y/N let herself lean into his touch, eyes closing briefly as she felt that familiar warmth spread through her chest.

Then, after a beat, she whispered, “But I’m here now. And I don’t want to go anywhere. I just didn't know how to ask for this.”

Mingyu chuckled softly, pulling her gently into his chest. “You didn’t have to. You never did. I just needed you to show up. You always did, even when you thought you didn’t.”

They fell silent again, but this time, the quiet wasn’t filled with hesitation. It was peaceful. The weight between them had shifted; there were no more walls, no more missteps, just the understanding that they didn’t have to figure everything out.

They were finally here. Finally at peace. Together.

[the-raindeer-king]

Nikto can be my parallel play buddy. Ask him to come sit with me so I can start working. He'd be perfect. Just sits there, silent, maybe reading a book, maybe staring at a wall, maybe watching me a bit unnervingly but it's just him being him

I'd never have a messy room again ngl 👀👍

PARALLEL PLAY WITH NIKTO!!!!

Now here's the thing. I really do think he'd spend most of the time just staring at you, convincing himself that you're real and that you like him. I think the first couple times you have come hang out, he feels like an intruder, a dark stain amongst the brightness of your room (regardless of if it's bright or not.) He doesn't belong in the world of plush bedding and silly cat plushies.

But the thing with a stray is that if you show them any ounce of kindness, they will come back.

Sure enough, he routinly comes back to your place, sometimes just inviting himself in. Don't ask how he has a key to your apartment. That's trivial information.

If you catch him reading while you're doing your business, it's usually whatever books you have lying around. Nikto will pretend to be uninterested if you try talking to him about it, but you've caught him dog-earring the pages to keep his spot.

Sometimes, he brings his own activities and books. Usually the books are in Russian, so you can't read them, but if you ask nicely, he'll read them out loud. Not in English, but you like listening to him speak his native tongue anyway.

Next time, he shows up with a bag full of yarn and knitting needles. When you ask, he grunts out, "Gift." And that's all the information you get out of him.

The gift ends up being a scarf, knitted with chunky, green yarn. It's a little rough, given it's his first time knitting, but it's nice nonetheless.

You can't see it from beneath the mask, but he's grinning like the Cheshire Cat when he sees you wearing it out in public.

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How to Thrive This Winter❄️✨

Brrr, baby, it’s cold outside! But don’t worry—cold weather doesn’t have to mean boring layers and dry skin. It’s time to cozy up, glow up, and own the winter like the stylish snow angel you are. Let’s dive into some fabulously fun and ultra-practical tips for thriving when it’s freezing!

1. Layers, but Make It Fashion!

Think of layering as your chance to create a Pinterest-worthy winter look. Start with thermal basics (cute ones, obviously), add a soft knit sweater, and top it off with a statement coat. Don’t be afraid to mix textures—wool, velvet, and fleece are winter’s dream team.

Style Hack: Belt your oversized coat for a snatched look and pair it with earmuffs for retro-cute vibes!

2. Keep Those Tootsies Toasty

Cold feet? Ew, no. Treat your toes to fleece-lined socks or those fluffy slipper socks that feel like heaven. Bonus points if they’re pastel pink or covered in sparkles. Waterproof boots are a must, but why not go for ones with faux fur trim? Practical AND adorable.

Pro Tip: Grab mini hand warmers for your boots on extra chilly days—they’re a lifesaver!

3. Moisturize, Hydrate, Repeat

Winter is out here trying to steal your glow, but we’re not letting it win. Upgrade to a thicker moisturizer and keep lip balm on hand (hello, peppermint-flavored kisses). Hydrate from the inside too—water, herbal teas, and broths will keep your skin dewy and fresh.

Cutie Tip: Carry a mini face mist in your bag for a quick hydration boost that also smells divine.

4. Hot Drinks = Warm Soul

Coffee, hot cocoa, chai lattes—whatever warms your heart, make it cute! Add marshmallows, whipped cream, or even a cinnamon stick for that extra flair. And don’t forget a mug that matches your vibe—sparkly, pastel, or maybe even a personalized one?

Pro Idea: Try a "hot chocolate bar" night with friends. Think toppings galore and the coziest vibes ever.

5. Cozy Up Your Space

Your home is your winter wonderland. Think fairy lights, chunky blankets, and candles that smell like sugar cookies or pine forests. There’s no such thing as too cozy in the winter!

Mood Boost: String some faux ivy or flowers around your mirror for a dreamy winter garden vibe.

6. Winter Proof Your Hair

Cold air can be harsh on your locks, so show them some extra love. Use a leave-in conditioner and silk scrunchies to keep frizz at bay. Also, hats are a must—but make it chic with a beret or pom-pom beanie!

Hair Flair: Add a touch of glitter spray to your hair for winter nights out—because you deserve to sparkle.

7. Move Your Booty (Even When It’s Cold)

Winter is prime snuggle season, but don’t forget to move! Indoor yoga, dance sessions to your fave playlist, or even a brisk walk in the snow will warm you up and lift your mood.

Motivation Tip: Treat yourself to cute workout gear that doubles as loungewear—because who says comfy can’t be stylish?

8. Channel Your Inner Snow Queen

Winter is all about finding magic in the small things. Go ice skating, snap aesthetic snow pics, or cozy up with a rom-com marathon. Romanticize your life, babe—you’re the main character!

Vibes: Picture yourself twirling in the snow with a fluffy scarf, latte in hand. Dreamy, right?

Winter isn’t just a season—it’s your chance to shine in layers, cozy corners, and all the warm drinks your heart desires. So grab your fuzzy socks, fluffiest blanket, and make this cold weather your most stylish and comfy era yet!

What’s your go-to winter survival tip? Share it below, and let’s spread the cozy vibes!

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⏰ Its Time To Level Up Your Wardrobe: Everything You Need to Slay This Fall / Winter ! 💋

Hello Besties and Future Besties of B.F.S,

Tis’ the season to dress to impress! As the holidays approach, it's time to embrace vibrant colors, luxurious fabrics, and fashionable accessories that capture the festive and wintry spirit. From cozy gatherings to glamorous parties, each occasion calls for a unique outfit that showcases your personal style. Whether you opt for a classic little black dress, a chic tailored suit, or a playful holiday sweater, remember to accessorize with flair. Statement jewelry, elegant shoes, and a stylish clutch can elevate any look, making you shine at every event. Embrace the season's trends, mix and match textures, and don’t be afraid to step outside your comfort zone.

This is where your BFF (us, duh!) comes in to make sure you have the best fashion looks while you create unforgettable memories!

👩🏿‍🎨 Let's start with the color schemes:

As the seasons change, it's the perfect time to refresh your wardrobe with inspiring color schemes that capture the essence of fall and winter. Think warm earth tones, rich jewel hues, and cozy neutrals that not only evoke the beauty of nature during these months but also create stylish, layered looks. Use the color palettes above as a guide to mix and match pieces, from chunky knits to tailored coats, ensuring your outfits are not only chic but also reflective of the season's spirit!

It’s a Cheetah-licious Fall 🐆

Animal prints (done the right way) can add flair and dimension to your looks! This season we want you ladies to experiment with cheetah/leopard prints! Whether it's a boot, jacket or scarf, we encourage you to mix and match these bold patterns with your existing wardrobe. Pair a cheetah print scarf with a solid-colored top for a chic look, or wear leopard print boots with a denim skirt for an edgy vibe. Don't be afraid to layer different prints together; just keep the colors complementary for a stylish effect (see season color schemes above) . Accessories are key, so consider adding a statement bag or bold jewelry to complete your outfit. Embrace your wild side and have fun with these trendy prints!

😻 Fur Trimmed Galore:

Last season, we discussed the importance of elevating your jacket selections (see post here) we mentioned how fur was giving ✨Rich Aunty💰✨ just like the Sherling jacket was highly recommended last season. We urge you to look into ANY clothing item with a fur trimming to elevate your look.

👛 Meet Tweed, Plaid’s Rich Bougie Sister:

As the crisp air of fall and winter settles in, tweed clothing emerges as the quintessential choice for those seeking both warmth and sophistication. This elevated plaid fabric, with its rich textures and intricate patterns, effortlessly elevates any ensemble, making it a staple for the season. Tweed’s timeless elegance not only provides comfort against the chill but also adds a touch of refinement to your wardrobe, whether you’re dressing for a cozy gathering or a formal event. Embrace the allure of tweed this season and step out in style, showcasing a look that is both classic and contemporary.

👢Soft Girl Suede:

This winter, let’s embrace the cozy charm of the "soft girl suede" look – it’s the perfect blend of comfort and style that will make you feel effortlessly chic! Imagine stepping out in those stunning suede high boots paired with an oversized shirt and a flirty skirt, topped off with some chic gloves to keep you warm. Suede not only looks fabulous, but it also adds a luxurious touch to any outfit, making it a must-have for the season. So let’s elevate our wardrobe and wrap ourselves in the soft, dreamy textures of suede – trust me, you won’t want to miss out on this trend!

🥋 The Power of a Belt:

A little beltology is needed this season. Point number one: do not underestimate the power of adding a belt to your look. Whether it’s a simple leather belt to add on to your trousers or a glamorous statement belt to put over your blazers or dresses, please get your belt game up! If you can splurge on a designer belt this season. This will add a little extra touch to your outfits! Accessories are a must so have fun and don’t overthink it 😉

🪢 Dare to Mix and Match Fabrics?

As we embrace the cozy charm of fall and winter, let’s elevate our layering game by mixing fabrics for a stylish twist! Imagine the warmth of a chunky knit sweater paired with the sleek elegance of a silk blouse, or the rugged appeal of a denim jacket layered over a soft cashmere turtleneck. Mixing textures not only adds depth and interest to our outfits but also allows us to play with colors and patterns in exciting new ways. This season, let's break free from the ordinary and create unique looks that reflect our individual styles. So, gather your favorite pieces, experiment with combinations, and watch how effortlessly chic our ensembles become—because layering isn’t just about warmth; it’s about making a statement!

👔 Layering with Corsets:

As the chill sets in and our wardrobes start to cozy up, it’s the perfect time to add a little flair to those capsule favorites! 🤎 This fall and winter, let’s take our style game to the next level by layering corsets over our beloved staples like a crisp white button-up, a chic long-sleeve dress, or even that classic blazer jacket!

Imagine the magic: a structured corset adds a touch of sophistication and a hint of edge, transforming your everyday looks into stunning outfits that turn heads! 🤩 Whether you’re heading to brunch, a night out, or just want to feel fabulous while running errands, this layering trick is a must-try!

🎨Colorful Monochromatics:

As we embrace the cozy vibes of fall and winter, why not add a splash of fun to our wardrobes? This season, let’s say goodbye to the dull and hello to colorful monochromatic looks that are not only stunning but super easy to pull off!

Imagine stepping out in a chic matching set or coordinating pieces that make you feel like a fashionista without the fuss. ✨ The best part? You can choose one or two pops of color from the fabulous color schemes above and effortlessly build outfits that turn heads! 💥

Whether you’re vibing with warm earth tones or cool hues, monochromatic looks can totally work with our core colors too! So, let’s mix and match, layer it up, and have fun with our outfits this season.

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🎄A Small Exchange 🎁

Terry Richmond x blackfemreader

In which Terry hopes for the best

Warnings: Fluff!! Self indulgent fic, soft!Terry, may need some edits

It’s been a nearly half a year since Terry has joined this club and he’s never been as unprepared to face you as he was now. This went beyond tangled yarn and nonsensical stitch counts...

The gift bag hung from his fingers. Pretty and heavy and decorated with a festive scene staring field mice having a lovely dinner. Aside from the main attraction that he made with his own two hands–Terry threw in a few other festive trinkets. Christmas socks, a candle, a box of chocolates is as far as he got before his cousin took a away his shopping basket.

Across the small room he watched you help a youngster with their tangled hook. You had little wreaths as earrings, antlers, and a painted nose that went perfectly with your chunky knit sweater and fleece leggings. Dressed perfectly for both the low temperatures and incoming holiday–Terry was nearly on his knees from every adorable jingle-jangle that came from you.

All too soon it was his turn. Facing your encouraging smile as he waved him closer, wondering aloud who the lucky person was before the bag was nearly shoved into your hands. Terry stood at attention and two near by regular attendees crowded close as well.

The blanket was made to Terry’s size. He wanted to be sure that you remained warm. This made the blanket queen-sized–he realized the scale when you unfurled it and oop-ed at the plop of fabric onto the carpeted floor.

The others in their circle ooh-ed and Oh, Terry!-ed when you held up the blanket he’s spent the last two months crocheting just for you. Terry’s hands locked tighter before him as he felt his face heat up at the praise.

It was just like the picture you shared to the group nearly half a year ago. More or less. A soft, blushy middle circle fading into a solid, square frames. Instead of the light blues and pinks, Terry went with a soft purples of varying shades that he imagined would be beautiful against your skin. 

Terry realized that you were staring at him now, mouth agape. 

“Erm, I may have been a bit heavy handed with the increases…” he cleared his throat and you snickered, coming out of your speechlessness.

“I–Terry–this…”

He took a step towards you but turned to the rest of the crochet circle you lead. Eyes, bespectacled and otherwise, moved away as enthusiastic gift exchanging continued around the both of you. You looked at him and laughed again, embarrassed. Gathering the blanket back, you nodded towards two chairs and a small popup table pulled a little bit away from the group’s main spot.

Terry exhaled deliberately through his nose then followed. Terry laid his life on his iron sights more than once but never had he felt the energy coursing through him now. Wanting your approval, torn between not wanting to get his hopes too high but craving your thoughts on his work. 

Ever since you made him pay for not moving from a reserved seat for one of your students, you shoved a hook in his hand and dared him to put it down. Literally.

“I mean, unless you want to be the scary-frown man to the incoming grannies?” 

He realized how childish he was being by refusing to move from the seat, but he was too deep in enjoying your wit. Dry as ice can be when annoyed, warm as smiling cheeks when happy. It’s what kept him coming back to your Crochet Club every chance he got, until he had a lopsided scarf all of his own.

It was then time for another project and once the idea for a gift for you appeared–Terry couldn’t shake it. 

“I can’t believe you did this…I am…'thank you’ isn’t enough.” You said to him, placing the fluffy monstrosity onto the table, “It’s going directly to my bed when I get home.”

“It’s only a compliment to your teaching.”

“Oh no, this is something about that stubbornness of yours–” You trailed off and your eyes squinted at him. Terry returned the squint, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“What?”

“...Were you pretending to be that bad in the beginning or were you playing with me this whole time?”

“What would you say? Do I seem the type to play helpless?” 

“Okay Mr. Ergomatic grip. You know no one else in the group uses one–

“Yes. I kno–

“Not even  Ms. Sheila…”

Terry rose a brow at you and put a hand warningly onto the blanket, face cool but his eyes crinkled at the corners. Undeterred by his impressive poker face, you held onto the plush corners and pleaded for his forgiveness.

“No, no! Okay, I’m sorry–your old-man hook is the coolest, I swear!”

“Mhm. I don’t think I believe you.” 

“Wait, here–maybe this can buy me back my Christmas miracle…”

Terry rose a brow as he watched you crouch down to grab a polar bear printed bag from beneath the table. You cleared your throat a bit, glancing over your shoulder a bit before offering it to him with two hands.

He…honestly wasn’t expecting you to have a gift for him. The group exchanged gifts at different points of the month and he's seen you give out something to just about everyone that you could catch attending.

Money being funny, deals being too good to pass up, or even a novelty item that reminded you of your favorite weirdo. It’s led to Terry getting an assortment of things from the others that leaves warmth in his chest when glances one in his home.

Terry barely looked into the bag stuffed with tissue paper before diving in, pulling out a luxurious cardigan. Dark olive and made of what Terry would guess is cashmere, he was at a loss for words when he held it to the light. Were the stitches sparkling? Or was that just his excitement?

As you went on about how it was cashmere and it took a lot of guessing of his size, Terry only wanted one thing…

He shrugged out of the jacket he still wore. Down to only a long sleeve, the cardigan settled on his form nicely. Terry didn’t feel himself smiling as he smoothed down the length of the cardigan, then held out his arms to note the sleeves ended right here he preferred. Rising his arms next, Terry could not feel a draft as he normally would have if wearing the standard fit.

Your voice was shy as you asked, “How’s it feeling?” 

“It fits perfectly.” Terry had to stop himself from rubbing along the sides of the cardigan, only to discover–

“It has pockets!” He looked down in surprise as his hands slipped into the squares and you laughed, delighted as you confirmed that it indeed had pockets. 

Now it was Terry’s turn to be speechless. He could picture your hook flying through the yarn, your glasses perched low on your nose as you either listened to a friend or podcast. Hundreds and hundreds of stitches done by you personally, all because you had Terry in mind. 

He was sure that, at some point, you both probably had a spool of yarn in your laps as you thought about each other. Terry knew he had you in mind with every step--all the way to hoping and praying the yarn wouldn't be too stressed up against his callouses.

He wondered what you were thinking of when sewing those pockets at the perfect height to meet his hands.

The two of you watched each other now, touched but unable to find the words. It was a sweet tension that Terry has never felt before and from the way you’re looking at him–Terry wanted to know what you were thinking. Surrounded by the sounds of merriment of the others and the Christmas music playing, it made him feel bold.

“Not sure what you have planned after this,” Terry said, “But I…was considering Ms.Sheila’s suggestion on seeing the Christmas lights on 3rd avenue."

“There’s a pretty spot there that’s 24/7 that does breakfast-for-dinner like no other.”

“Hm. Sounds just fine to me.”

The smile on your space begged to be kissed but Terry settled for reaching out and tweaking an antler, it's bright ringing matching the twinkle in your eyes.

You startled at remembering the rest of the world when the playlist went from a slow and jazzy to a startling pop rendition of O, Holy Nights. Terry smiled to himself as he watched you hurry over to the group that has loosely started twisting yarn without the two of you, the knowing glances and cheeky grins following after your flustered motions. 

Terry looked down at the gift in his hands and with the thought of what was to come–he entered the circle after you.

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⭐ending notes:⭐ it was a bit hard to feel festive this year, so sorry for being MIA for a bit! 🥹Here is my first Terry Richmond fic as a gift that I hope you all enjoy! I couldnt get the image of this big beautiful menace with yarn and a hook in his hands 🤣 please comment and reblog! Would y'all like more about him from me?

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[reiding-writing]

I feel bad for sending one request after another but like okay hear me out, Spencer is cold and it's very obvious that his skinny ass purple scarf doesnt do much, so reader lends him theirs and he gets really flustered because it smells like them 😭

scented scarves [ s.r ]

Summary:

Vegas was a pretty warm city even in the winter, a stark contrast to Quantico’s freezing temperature. Needless to say, Spencer wasn’t fairing very well in the cold, and your offer of your scarf leaves him flustered and mildly overwhelmed.

WARNINGS: n/a

pairing: spencer reid × gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1.2k

masterlist!!

a/n: this one’s pretty short but i hope it suffices nonetheless!

thank you for the request, you’re welcome to send as many as you want <33

It was -2 degrees celsius. 28 degrees fahrenheit.

In other words, absolutely fucking freezing.

The joys of living in Virginia.

It was blatantly obvious which of your team members were acclimated to the colder climates, or more accurately, who wasn’t.

Anyone who walked into your office, profiler or otherwise, would be able to tell.

Garcia was wrapped up in a chunky knitted sweater, a pair of thick tights under her skirt as she padded across the bullpen back to her tech dungeon with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands.

Prentiss was wearing a shirt and a sweater, her hands held out in front of a mini heater on the top of her desk in a desperate attempt to warm up her extremities so the rest of her body would follow suit.

And Spencer…

Spencer was sat cross legged in his chair with two pairs of socks on, a knitted vest over his shirt and a cardigan over his vest, his signature purple scarf wrapped around his neck and covering his chin as his hands gripped his coffee mug like it was the only thing keeping him from turning into a human icicle.

Poor Spencer Reid. Vegas really didn’t serve him well when it came to Quantico winters.

If his trembles weren’t so adorably funny you’re sure you’d feel bad for the boy, but instead you’re muffling a laugh as you walk across the bullpen to sit at your desk beside him, disposing of your bag under the table and unfurling your chunky knitted scarf from your neck to drape over the back of your chair.

One of the pros of being born and bred in Virginia is that you didn’t have to worry about freezing from the inside out.

Spencer’s eyes follow you as you take your seat, and you swear you can see him shudder when you remove your scarf, as if you removing a layer of warmth made him colder.

“You good over there?” You can’t help the amusement painting your face as Spencer stares at you like you’ve got a second head.

“How are you not freezing?” Spencer’s tone carries genuine bewilderment as his eyes scan what you’re wearing, a pair of black slacks and a white shirt, alongside a semi formal blazer that you also shed to lie over your chair.

“It’s climate acclimation Spence, you of all people should know that,”

His expression doesn’t change at your answer, continuing to blankly stare at you like some foreign species that had just invaded the earth. “I know that- logically… But still i’m literally shaking from how cold it is,”

“That’s what happens when you’re a Vegas baby who moves to Virginia,” You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly as Spencer huffs, taking another sip of his hot coffee in attempt to regulate his body temperature back to something warmer, tucking the narrow purple strips of thin-knitted fabric under his chin to expose his mouth to the mug.

“That scarf isn’t going to do you very much you know, it’s basically a glorified fashion piece,” You weren’t trying to knock on Spencer’s scarf by any means, it’d become a staple of his office wear, one that you definitely weren’t complaining about, but in weather like this it wasn’t really doing him any favours.

“I know…” Spencer sighs at his own intolerance to cold weather.

You’d think having worked in Quantico for half a decade would have stopped him from turning into a human icicle the minute the temperature dropped into the negatives, but no, of course it didn’t. Of course he continued to feel like he was sat in a bathtub full of ice despite having four layers on. Of course he did.

You push your chair back from your desk, the noise of it’s friction against the cheap carpeting of the floor drawing Spencer’s eyes to you once more, and to you bring yourself to your feet and pull your scarf from under your blazer with a small amount of struggle before walking over to him, the scarf stretched out between your two hands.

Spencer doesn’t have the time to question what you’re doing before your scarf is wrapped around his neck, immediately engulfing him in a cocoon of extra heat that his own scarf failed to provide.

He didn’t have time to thank you either, as you departed with a ruffle of your hand in his hair towards the kitchenette to fix yourself a coffee.

At first he’s confused.

Then he’s warm.

And then the lingering scent embedded in the yarn hits his nose and he flushes a bright pink, thankfully hidden under the knit.

Of course it would smell like you. It was your scarf. Your cells would cling to the yarn as you wore it and leave a permanent trace of you behind.

But it smelled like you. And any lingering molecules of coffee in his sensory neurons were immediately overridden with your scent instead.

Any conscious sense of being cold had left his body. His trembling had seemingly stopped, his brain too focused on your scent invading his nose and making him feel fuzzy inside.

You returned with your cup of coffee soon after, Spencer still coming to terms with his reality as you take your seat again. “You look much warmer now,”

You half insinuate the flush on his cheeks, although he’s unsure if you recognise the origin behind it or if you genuinely just believe that your scarf has helped insulate his neck and warm up his face. Which it had, but not as much as your scent had done.

Spencer’s normally sharp mind stumbled over words, and he couldn't help but fidget with the ends of the scarf as he tried to formulate a response.

"Yeah… thanks," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact, his cheeks tinged with a subtle blush.

His reaction brought a soft smile to your face, alongside a small chuckle at his seeming inability to form a full sentence. "You're welcome Spencer, but it's just a scarf,”

But for Spencer, it was more than that, it was a tangible connection to you. The combination of your proximity and the familiar fragrance leaving him pleasantly flustered and mildly overstimulated.

As the day unfolded, the team couldn't help but notice the change in Spencer's demeanour. Teasing remarks were exchanged, and Spencer, although still focused on his files, couldn't escape the playful banter.

At the end of the day, you approached him, a twinkle in your eye. "I think you should keep the scarf," you suggested, "You need it more than I do."

Spencer's shy smile revealed his appreciation, and he nodded, holding onto the scarf as a cherished memento of a day that had unravelled his usual composure.

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Femme Fatale Guide: My Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Pima cotton long-sleeve tees (I like the Supima ones from Everlane for every day)

Contour body suits (I like the Express Bodycon Compression line and Spanx bodysuits in vegan leather/silk)

Silk button downs

Structured cotton button-down

Cashmere sweaters (crewneck, turtleneck, polo neck, etc. – Everlane, Nadaam, and Cuyana are great affordable options)

Zippered knitwear (I like options from Pixie Market, Naadam, COS, Ganni, Helmut Lang, Nanushka, and more)

Black high-waisted tailored trousers (bootcut, flared, and straight leg)

Black high-waisted jeans (straight and bootcut for me!)

Elevated stretch pants (I like the Norma Kamali Boot Pant and Spanx Perfect Pant for this)

Cashmere trouser

Cashmere hoodie

Thick, well-structured black sweatshirt

High-waisted straight-leg leather pants

Long-sleeve black sweater dress

Maxi-length black satin slip dress

Leather/quilted/tweed mini skirt

Long knit skirt (love a co-ord top for this, too)

Perfectly-tailored longline, single-breasted black blazer

Tailored hourglass blazer

Leather blazer

Classic leather moto jacket

Cropped patent leather jacket

Lightweight wool/satin duster coat

Black cotton trench/leather trench coat

Black tweed jacket with elevated hardware

Structured black wool coat

Leather puff jacket

Minimalist white sneakers

Black block-heeled, sleek square-toed/pointy-toe boots

Modern black loafers

Croc-embossed black boot

Black moto/lace-up boot or minimalist platform boot

Stiletto heel, pointy toe black boot (one short and one knee high length to dress up any outfit)

Western-inspired boot

Sleek and sexy black pumps

Structured black tote/shoulder bag

Structured crossbody bag

Small shoulder bag

Novelty/fun top handle bag (beaded, croc-embossed, crystal-embellishments, etc.)

Seamless bras/underwear

Control-top black tights (sheer and opaque)

Comfortable white and black ankle/crew socks

A cashmere, silk, or faux fur everyday scarf

Fingerless gloves

Chunky chain necklaces/bracelets

Delicate gold and silver chains (necklaces and bracelets)

Mixed-metal rings

Diamond-encrusted & cocktail rings

Ear cuffs and threader earrings

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Cashmere or silk loungewear/pajamas

A lace teddy

Cozy slippers

[deepestdelulu]

Winter bucket list ❄️

Making a cute chocolate station. Look for inspo on Pinterest.

Try new coffee recipes. Like adding cinnamon or syrups.

Plan your holiday outfits. Plan ahead to reduce stress! :)

Go ice skating. Maybe go with some friends!

Bake some Christmas cookies. Come up with cute designs to decorate them! <3

Decorate your room. I'm going for a Pink, White, and Gold theme again.

Get a cute winter manicure. Maybe some snowflakes and glitter!

Buy a Christmas-scented candle. My favourites are Yankees!

Spend an evening reading poetry books. Cuddled up in a fluffy blanket in front of the fireplace...

Make a snow angel. And take a picture of it!

None stop listening to Christmas music. I do it every year...

Write letters to your loved ones. Maybe to your friends who live far away! <3

Go see the Nutcracker. One of my winter traditions! :)

Host a Hot Chocolate get-together. You can also play some card or board games. <3

Have a  Christmas movie marathon. No explanation needed. Essential.

Donate clothes, toys, and money to charity.

Visit a Christmas market. I love Christmas markets <3

Go gift shopping. Start early, so you don't get stressed.

Do some volunteer work. Maybe at a shelter! :)

Go for long walks in the snow. Cuddled up in a warm, large scarf...

Try knitting a chunky sweater. Take the challenge, haha.

Take a candlelight bubble bath. You can also read a book to relax even further.

Buy some adorable earmuffs. Totally in and super cute!

Practice making pretty and fancy bows. I see gift wrapping as competition; fancy bows Always get bonus points!

Host a gingerbread house competition. Fun and also a bit messy, haha.

Review your 2024 goals and make a 2025 vision board.

I hope everyone has been feeling well, and I wish all of you a beautiful Christmas time! Spread some love and positivity <33

As always, Please feel free to add more suggestions in the comments!

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

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HALO FRANCIS’S CLOSET

everyday wardrobe

: ̗̀➛ anything pink, lacy material, with bows. low rise skinny jeans. love a good knitted sweater. girly and feminine. sometimes vintage, inspired from 50’s/60’s fashion. light, pastel colors (cream, baby pink, light yellow) . usually wearing ultra mini uggs or my favorite pair of converse. huge advocate of wearing dresses casually, babydoll dressed to be specific.

accessories

: ̗̀➛ mainly gold jewelry , mixing silver and gold is cute but i mainly prefer gold. chunky hoops. my promise ring of coursee. big leather purses or handbags are my staple, specially my dior bag. chunky scarfs are a for sure in the winter. stacking necklaces. always wearing my ‘m’ necklace for matt.

ib - @elysian-fawn