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[the-iceni-bitch]

The Days and Nights are Long

Pairing: clueless!Colin Shea x clueless!fem Reader

Words: ~4K

Summary: You and Colin are being idiots and it’s driving his band crazy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, squirting), idiots in love, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: It took way longer than I had planned but here’s some more of our drunk, musical idiots in love for you hoes!!! I love them so, even though they’re morons. Tagging my Colin babes @starlightcrystalline and @wayward-blonde because I know they’ve been waiting for this.

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Colin shook his head and shrugged uncomfortably as he stared at his phone, wracking his brain to think of what exactly he should say to you.

“For fuck’s sake, Shea, just ask her to come up.” Matt looked exasperated, twirling his stick through his fingers as he rolled his eyes when Colin scowled at him.

He’d been moping for the past two weeks, ever since the two of you had slept together. All of his bandmates were getting sick of it, the man was the biggest pouty baby on the face of the planet. If they had to listen to him sing Everybody Hurts one more time they were going to kill him.

So they’d come up with a little plan to get him out of his funk, lining up a gig that would really lend itself better to a female vocalist and feigning innocence when Colin pointed that out. They had really enjoyed hanging out with you on that exceptionally hot evening, and if having you join them again was the only way to get their boy out of his funk, even better. He had actually smiled before pulling his phone out, but then he realized he had no idea what he should say.

The two of you had still been cordial whenever you ran into each other, but there was definitely a strain to your interactions now. No matter how much you both told each other it wasn’t awkward, it was definitely awkward. It was also weird that he was pretty sure you hadn’t come home after 1 AM at all in the last two weeks, and you usually at least spent your weekend nights at some other asshole’s apartment. Not that he’d had any visitors either, but he didn’t want to explore that too much.

He was still staring at his phone screen and trying to come up when some nonchalant greeting that would entice you to come sing with them when the phone was suddenly plucked out of his hand by an exasperated looking Keith, who ignored his spluttering as he typed a quick message before tossing the phone back to him.

“You’re thinking about this too hard.” The bassist said, setting to tuning his instrument and chuckling at the indignant look on Colin’s face.

Colin was about to give a snarky reply when he felt his phone buzz and looked down to see a text from you, grinning when he saw you saying you’d be right up. With an exclamation point! He didn’t even notice the pleased grins his bandmates were giving each other as they watched him start to tune his guitar, plucking a happy little tune and humming to himself.

They were all expecting you to come through the main door from the stairs, so when you shouted hello from behind them after climbing up your fire escape, you were greeted with the sight of five grown men almost jumping out of their skins before turning to greet you.

That grin on your face was enough to make Colin melt, all the awkwardness that had been lingering between you disappearing in an instant when you met each other’s eyes.

“Alright boys!” You took the mic Brad handed you with a warm smile, rolling it in one hand as you trailed the cord through your fingers. “You said you needed my help with something Col, what’s up?”

“Right, these idiots lined up a gig for us without consulting me first.” They all avoided his halfhearted glare with doe eyed innocence, focusing on their instruments. “And, well, the set list isn’t really in my range.”

“Lemme see.” You took the sheet of paper from his hand and scanned it quickly. “That’s a whole lot of girl rock.”

“Yeah, like I said, Ann Wilson and I aren’t really in the same register.” Fuck, it was nice to be able to talk to you again.

“Why don’t you just modulate it, then?” You mumbled absentmindedly.

He gaped like a fish at that question. He honestly hadn’t even thought about it, and even if he had, he wasn’t expecting you to know about modulation.

“If we modulate for him, none of us can hit the harmonies.” Craig piped up from behind the keyboards, and he could have kissed him.

“That right?” You teased, shooting a wicked smirk around at them. “You boys sure you didn’t just miss me?”

Colin tried not to sound too hysterical when he let out a laugh, missing the indulgent eye rolls his band mates were giving behind your backs.

“What do you think, we booked a gig where I can’t sing any of the songs on purpose just so we could hang out again?” Good thing he was pretty, the man was clueless.

“No, you’re not that clever, Col.” He made a mock wounded gesture and you grinned at him, looking over the set list some more. “What kind of gig is this anyway?”

“Yeah, Craig, you never told us what the actual gig was.” Colin and the rest of the band gave the keyboardist a variety of inquisitive stares.

“Uh, it’s a bachelorette party.” He mumbled, avoiding making eye contact with his bandmates when they started groaning.

“Fuck, Craig! I do not want to get felt up by a bunch of drunk, horny women!” Colin threw a balled up sheet of music at you when you started laughing.

“That seems right up your alley, Shea.” You teased, dodging when he threw a pillow from the couch at you. “You don’t want to pick up some rowdy bridesmaid?”

“No, they’re scary aggressive.” He shuddered when he thought about the last bachelorette party they had done, they’d practically ripped the band’s clothes off before they could get out of there.

“Aww, well I’ll be there to shield you this time, sweetie.” You winked at him and moved a little closer to everyone. “Let’s practice, boys. Don’t want to give those girls cause to complain.”

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It was the day of the gig, and you and Colin had decided to drive together to streamline things. He was waiting in your living room and tapping his foot nervously as he waited for you to finish getting ready, anxious about what actually performing with you would be like.

“Y/N, we need to go!” He never thought you would be the type to take forever getting ready.

“Yeah, I know!” You strolled out to the living room with a grin on your face and he had to swallow a groan. “How do I look?”

“Good, really good.” The way he was looking at you made your grin grow even wider.

The outfit wasn’t even that special, just a denim mini skirt and a tight v-neck tee with a leather jacket. Oh, and thigh high leather boots. It was definitely the boots he was staring at, his eyes trained on the few inches of bare skin between the top of the boots and the hem of your skirt. You gave him a couple minutes to just stare at you before rolling your eyes and strolling towards your front door, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him after you.

“C’mon Shea, we don’t wanna be late.” You scolded, shoving his amp into his hand and slinging his guitar case over your shoulder before heading down the stairs.

He had trouble focusing on the road as he drove you to the bar the party was going to be at, all he wanted to do was memorize the way you looked in that outfit. It was like someone told you exactly what to wear to drive him crazy. Maybe bringing you into this gig hadn’t been the best idea, because all he wanted to do right now was pull over and let you ride him while you weren’t wearing anything except for those boots and that jacket, and maybe whatever lingerie you had on under that outfit.

“Colin, you’re going to miss the turn.” Your voice snapped him out of his little daydream, and he cursed as he took the turn towards the bar a little faster than he would have liked.

“Sorry, just got a little distracted.” He mumbled, slowing down as he turned into the alley behind the bar and put the car in park behind Matt’s van.

The rest of the band was already unloading, waving at you two as Colin shut off his vehicle and you stepped out. You actually gave Craig and Keith little side hugs before you started helping with the unloading, he hadn’t realized you guys had gotten that close over the past week, and for some reason it made him smile.

“How’s it going man?” He didn’t know how he felt about the look Matt was giving him as he helped carry the bass drum inside, it felt suggestive of something. “Y/N seems excited to be here.”

“Yeah, I thought she might be nervous about performing but she’s handling everything like a pro.” He watched you laugh at something Brad said as you worked on connecting your mic. “Maybe we should make her an official member.”

“Whatever you say, man.” Matt just shrugged, laughing when Colin rounded on him and started spluttering.

“I was joking! We can’t just ask Y/N to be in the band!” Could they? Having you around had been a lot of fun, and the band dynamic had helped alleviate some of the tension that had been growing between you two. But seeing you tonight looking like you did and knowing that you were gonna have to have some on stage chemistry to make this work was making him think twice about things. You got a little intense during rehearsals, and the added pressure of being on stage might make him combust if you kicked it up at all.

Matt shook his head at him and set to assembling his kit while the rest of the band started tuning and connecting their instruments. You just sat on a stool and sipped some water, running through a couple vocal exercises absentmindedly as you scrolled through your phone. It only took a couple of minutes for everyone to finish setting up and then it was mic checks all around.

Everything sounded good and balanced after a couple adjustments and the sound guys gave you the thumbs up to start warming up. Colin couldn’t stop watching you. You were so unbelievably relaxed on stage and it was just endearing you to him even more. He thought for sure you would have been a bundle of nerves but you seemed to be right in your element, tossing him a couple of lazy grins over your shoulder as you ran through a couple of songs before the partygoers started filtering in.

The band switched to doing some instrumental ambience shit while they waited for the party to really get going, and Colin wandered over to talk to you when you took a step back from your mic.

“Still feeling ok about this?” He asked, beaming back at the soft smile you gave him.

“Yeah, I’m excited.” You bounced on your toes a little, adrenaline flooding your veins as the crowd grew. “Think I’ll get any bras thrown at me?”

“You never know with bachelorettes.” He laughed, strolling back over to his own mic so he could introduce the band.

If he thought jamming with you was special, it was nothing compared to watching you perform. You were a goddamn natural, coming alive and feeding off the crowd’s energy until you were completely lost in the music. Every time his eyes met yours you were grinning at him, and your chemistry with the rest of the band was palpable.

Not to mention, you kept drifting close to him on the stage, brushing your hand over his shoulders or leaning against him when you harmonized and it was making his knees weak. , God, he could do this with you every night, even though he was pretty sure he was going to need to sneak into the bathroom to jerk off afterwards.

The show was over too soon, the extremely drunken crowd of rowdy bachelorettes finally getting crazy enough that the band was ready to make a hasty escape. You were bouncing on your toes with residual energy as you started helping the guys pack up their instruments, grabbing Colin’s amp after he shoved his guitar in the case and you both made a run for it to his car when a wobbly woman started to try to climb on the stage.

“Colin, holy fuck that was so much fun!” You managed to make it to the alley unscathed and were giving him the most heartbreaking grin. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

“Yeah? Well you did a great fucking job.” Goddamn it, he’d missed you. “We can do whatever you want, honey.”

“Really?” You slammed the trunk closed and started to prowl closer to him. “Whatever I want?”

“That is what I said.” He could feel his voice dropping into that low register that meant he was in desperate need of some sort of release, so he really hoped he wasn’t misreading this situation. “Why? Did you want something now?”

“I think I do.” Your chest was right against his and you could feel it heaving, gazing at him through your lashes while you ran your fingers over his abs. “I stole the keys to the van.”

“And, you wanna go on a joy ride?” He breathed deep when you brushed your lips over his, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“Or, we could just fuck in the back while the rest of the guys search for these.” You pulled back a little and jingled the keys in his face, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth while he ran his hands over your hips.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” He smashed his lips to yours and let out a low moan, his fingers digging into your ass while the two of you stumbled towards the side door of the van.

You fumbled with the keys for a minute because you didn’t want to take your mouth off Colin for any reason, but then you were sliding the door open and the two of you were falling inside in a tangle of limbs before somehow managing to kick the door closed behind you. Trying to undress each other was a little difficult with how wrapped up you were in each other but you managed, tossing your garments away haphazardly as your tongues curled tangled together. Colin grabbed your hands when you went to remove your boots, pulling them up to his face and kissing your palms before winding your arms around his neck.

“Keep those on.” His voice was a low growl and fuck, you forgot how sexy he was.

“Well, cannot say I’m surprised you're a little kinky, Col.” You wound your fingers through his hair and yanked, purring at the groan he gave you. “I’m gonna suck that pretty dick of yours, but then I’ll give it to you nice and rough.”

“God, baby.” He wished he didn’t sound so whiny when you started kissing your way down his chest, but he hadn’t gotten any release except from his hand for the past two weeks and he really needed you to keep doing what you were doing. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“Yeah? Knew you were a good boy.” You winked at him when you started kissing the skin above the band of his boxer briefs before you were yanking them down his thighs and immediately licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his cock when it sprung up against his abs.

Colin had to brace a hand against the side of the van when you worked him over, spitting on his tip and watching it drip down his length before spreading it over him with your lips. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and gave him a nice, smooth stroke as you ducked down between his length to press gentle kisses over his balls while you jerked him off. He almost choked on his tongue when you wrapped your lips around his sack and tugged softly, the hum you let out sending a vibration up his spine while your thumb swiped over his swollen tip.

The sounds he was making from just a handjob were enough to soak through the thin lace of your panties, and when he shouted your name when you moved a little lower and teased your tongue over his asshole, well you almost fucking came just from that. You couldn’t believe you had stupidly waited two fucking weeks before indulging in this man again, you finally felt like yourself again. It was driving you absolutely crazy, the way his hips were wriggling underneath you spurring you on until you couldn’t take it any more.

If he thought your hand was incredible, it was nothing compared to the feel of your lips wrapped around his tip while your tongue swirled around his sensitive head. With all the women he’d slept with, he’d definitely suffered through some mediocre and downright disappointing blow jobs. But you felt like you were about to suck the soul out of him, and you’d only just started.

“Ah, Christ.” He was going to pass out if you kept going like this, your mouth was like fucking heaven. “Honey, fuck.”

You shot him a wicked look when you started bobbing your head, taking him just a little deeper each time while your tongue curled around him as much as possible. Then you opened your throat and swallowed him whole and he lost his mind.

He wrapped his hand in your hair and held your head still as he started fucking your throat, his hips bucking wildly while you choked and sputtered around him. Drool was running down your chin and soaking his thighs as you started breathing through your nose, digging your fingers into his thighs while he used you like a fuck toy. You kept your tongue pressed flat against your bottom teeth to avoid choking on it, moaning softly when you tasted the salty tang of his precum hit your tongue. His grip on your hair was growing painful, and you could tell by the way his abs were twitching that he was close.

“Wait, ah shit!” He somehow managed to gather enough self control to pull out of your mouth, groaning at the long string of saliva that kept you connected even as you bit at your swollen lips. “I’m not coming unless it’s in that pretty pussy. How do you want it?”

“Fuck me from behind, Col.”

He growled as he sat up and smashed his lips to yours, savoring the taste of himself on your tongue before flipping your over and burying his face in your hair. You let out a low moan when he slammed into you with no warning, gasping at the punishing pace he was setting and purring when he started mouthing at your neck.

The van was shaking like some sort of cliche while Colin fucked into you with abandon, his hips bouncing off your ass in an obscene display while the two of you whined and panted together. Colin was going to lose his fucking mind, two weeks with barely even talking to you and now he was finally inside you it was all he could do to not go completely feral.

“Oh god, honey.” He was practically whining against your skin when you clenched around him, sucking your ear lobe between his lips while you arched your back and purred for him. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. Pussy so fucking good. Tell me you’re close, I need to feel you come.”

“So close, Colin, shit!” You gasped when he hit you deep, curling your body backwards around him and reaching over your shoulder to wind your fingers through his hair and press his lips to yours. “Need that dick so bad. Feel so good when you’re inside me.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He wound one hand around your neck and the other arm around your waist, holding you close while he kissed you deeply and swallowed your wanton mewls with a deep groan. “Come for me.”

His hips ground against you and you slapped the floor of the van when you came, sobbing into his mouth and vibrating underneath him while your pussy strangled his cock. Your teeth nipped at his lips once you were finished, humming happily as he continued fucking you through your high.

“Need more, Colin.” You whimpered when he started slowing down, trying to thrust your hips back towards him as you tried to bring yourself to the edge again. “Harder, I need it.”

“Fuck, I’ll give you whatever you fucking want.” He tugged at your lips with his teeth, squeezing your neck gently and groaning at your soft whimper as you clenched around him. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.”

You couldn’t respond when he started pounding into you furiously, the way his cock was punching against your soft walls making it a little hard to breathe, never mind thinking. He was hitting every spot you needed him to with each thrust, grunting into your ear each time his hips slammed into you until he felt your breath hitch.

Every time he bottomed out you thought you were going to pass out, the tip of his cock punching against your cervix and making you see stars. It was so good, he was hitting you so deep and smooth you couldn’t believe you’d been denying yourself for so long.

Colin growled when a particularly vicious push had your entire body rising off the floor of the van, your fluttering sigh sending a shiver of pleasure through his body. One more thrust and you lost it, screaming with ecstasy as every muscle in your body vibrated and you squirted all over Colin’s thighs and the floor.

“Fuck, fuck, baby.” Colin was desperate, his rhythm completely gone as he chased his own end while you fluttered around him. “Gonna fill this pretty little pussy up until I’m leaking outta you for the next week.”

“Oh god, please.” Your eyes rolled up in your head while you let him use you, his lips tracing your jaw hungrily as you pushed your hips back to meet his. “Give it to me, Colin.”

He buried his face in your neck and let out a strangled cry when his hips stuttered, thick, warm ropes of white shooting against your soft walls until he was collapsing on top of you with a sated moan. You tangled your fingers with his above your head as your breathing regulated, his breath hot on your neck while the two of you melted into each other.

“We’re not waiting two weeks again, right?” Colin’s arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled into your hair, his lips spreading in a slow smile when he felt you purr contentedly.

“Nope. I’m definitely gonna need this to happen on the regular.” You turned a little so you could rub your nose against his. “You know, in between our other, normal escapades.”

“Right.” His heart fell a little at that, but maybe just interspersing his trysts with you with his other one night stands would help flush his crush on you out of his system.

Before he had a chance to say anything else there was a sudden pounding at the van door, snapping the two of you out of your haze with a pair of exasperated groans.

“Shea!!!” You untangled yourselves as you started to pull on your clothes. “That had better be Y/N in there! If you sad fucked some bachelorette and we have to listen to you sing stupid breakup songs for the next month I’m going to kill you!”

[ibis-gt]

*slides you 37 pennies* how would luther handle trying to go on a public date with cam (movie, restaurant, etc.) with the whole… affection turns height to no.

had two requests for this one so here u go! luther does his best to keep it together for date night. 2750 words, warning for brief mention of violence in a movie and some hanky panky between consenting adults. not explicit, just a little spicy.

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Four months into their relationship, and Luther has more of a handle on things now.

He’s got the size thing totally under control. He hardly ever shrinks just because Cam looked at him anymore. He can take a compliment like a champion. Those soft, sweet, gentle smiles that spread across Cam’s face like molasses? Barely make him lose an inch. Physical contact? He’s… still working on that one.

But at the very least they can have date nights in public now, as long as Cam behaves himself, and Cam is quite willing to behave himself. Most of the time.

It’s a snowy Saturday night in December, and they’ve got a date planned. Cam will pick Luther up at eight, they’ll go have dinner at a local sushi place, watch a late night special feature from the 80s, and then come back home for some wine and light snuggling before bed. An absolutely perfect night, if Luther can make it through enough of it full-size.

He’s still debating his outfit when a gentle knock at his front door heralds his beloved’s arrival. Five minutes early as usual.

“It’s open!” Luther calls. “C’mon in and help me choose, will you?” He’s standing in his bedroom in a pair of black slacks with the horrid green jumpsuit undone and tied around his waist, staring critically at his two choices of top. A lovely turquoise turtleneck, or a stylish electric blue button-up. The floor creaks behind him as Cam ambles in. “Which one do you think is better? I guess it depends on what you’re wear - eep!”

Luther squeaks and jumps as Cam presses his lips to Luther’s neck, big warm hands sliding up his arms to rest on his bare shoulders, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.

“Both look nice,” Cam murmurs in his ear. “But I think I like the blue one better.”

“C-cam,” Luther whines, his face going pink. “If you keep this up we’re not even going to get out the door.” The hands remove themselves, and Cam pulls back, chuckling.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. All that exposed real estate, you know.” He lets out a perfect wolf whistle. God damn him. Luther glares over his shoulder and folds his arms, letting annoyance take over.

“We’ve been planning this for weeks, and you’re going to ruin it,” he pouts. “Go on, out. Wait in the living room if you’re going to be like this.” Cam puts his hands up in a placating gesture and retreats, but that damn smile doesn’t leave his face. Luther tosses his hair and huffs, secretly proud of himself. He didn’t even lose a half inch. He turns back to consider his options.

Well, if Cam is so focused on his neck tonight, that sweater might be the better option to afford him some protection. But he said he liked the button-up better… It’s lighter than the sweater so it won’t keep him as warm, but that means he can steal Cam’s big coat later on. The turtleneck would completely cover the green jumpsuit, but the blue of the button-up actually compliments it nicely. Luther nods decisively. The button-up will be perfect.

He dresses quickly, gives himself a final once-over in the mirror, unbuttons his top button, and heads out to see Cam. His boyfriend - his boyfriend! The thought still sends a thrill through him - has picked up the cat, Scrunge, and is stroking her head, making little baby noises at her. She purrs in her usual way, fast and loud, like a revving motorcycle. Cam sets her down when he sees Luther and sighs happily.

“You look fantastic,” he says.

“You clean up pretty nice yourself.” Luther crosses the room and fondly brushes a loose strand of hair behind Cam’s ear. Cam’s in a dark grey v-neck shirt and black suit jacket, slightly tarnished silver cufflinks adorning the sleeves. He’s got his big heavy winter coat draped over one arm so he doesn’t overheat in the relative warmth of the apartment. Luther sneaks a covetous little glance at it before grabbing his own shabby coat off a hook near the door.

He bends down to give Scrunge a goodbye scritch behind the ears. “Behave yourself while I’m out,” he tells her. “No tearing around the place and knocking things over.” She meows plaintively. Luther retrieves her bag of treats and gives her two as a bribe, which she accepts happily.

“Okay,” Luther says, straightening and shrugging on his coat. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Cam says, and takes his hand.

They walk to the restaurant. No point in searching for parking, it’d take longer than just hoofing it anyway. It’s been snowing on and off throughout the week and piles of dirty slush cover the sidewalk. It’s cold, but Luther’s coat is keeping him warm enough for now. He and Cam hold hands as they walk to the restaurant, and Luther doesn’t even shrink a little bit. His chest swells with so much pride he thinks his feet might leave the ground.

The place is only a little busy, so they have a short wait before they’re shown to their table. They get their usual orders. Luther prefers simple rolls and nigiri so the taste of the fish is front and center, while Cam likes to get the complicated, loaded rolls for the variety of texture and flavor. While they wait for their food to arrive, Luther fills Cam in on Scrunge’s latest reign of terror in his apartment, and how much it’ll cost to fix the cracked frame of the painting she’d somehow managed to knock off the wall in her frenzy to catch the fabled red laser dot.

The food arrives. Cam offers Luther a taste of his rolls - he’s gotten something deep fried with cream cheese, cucumber, and crab, and another loaded high with four kinds of fish, topped with roe. Luther tries the one with all the fish, but passes on the deep fried one. He trades Cam a piece of mackerel nigiri. Then he continues on talking, telling Cam about his week, how work’s been, the new guy they hired, and the annoying new habit his coworker’s formed of singing along with the music on the jukebox, regardless of whether she knows the lyrics or not.

Luther suddenly catches the look in Cam’s eyes. There’s something… hungry in them. It’s the only way he can describe it. It’s not regular hungry, because he’s practically ignoring his food in favor of listening intently to Luther’s rambling story. He’s leaning forward, arms folded on the table in front of him, drinking in every word Luther has to say. He’s hungry for him. The realization hits Luther like a truck and he stops mid-sentence, jaw dropping, a blush starting to spread across his face.

“What’s wrong?” Cam asks, innocent as ever. How could he even know the effect he has on Luther? How could Luther ever explain?

“N-nothing, um, I… I’ve been talking a lot, why don’t you take over for a bit? What’s keeping you busy at work?” It was delightful to listen to Cam ramble on about his job. Luther barely understood a word of it, but his enthusiasm was adorable and, importantly, not about Luther. He could keep it together and breathe a bit, work on calming down the scramble of emotion in his gut.

Sure enough, he wins himself a good fifteen minutes of calm while Cam talks on about carburetors and mufflers and manifolds. He could be making it up for all Luther knows. It’s not until Cam realizes his deep fried roll has gone cold that he breaks off to eat. They finish their food, decide to pass on dessert, pay, and head for the theater.

It’s only a few blocks away, a fifteen minute walk at most. The night has gotten a little colder and darker, and now stray snowflakes drift and spin through the air, catching the streetlights and twinkling like stars. Cam has a lot of fun pretending he’s a dragon, his warm breath turning to steaming clouds in the freezing air. Luther’s shivering now, his old secondhand coat doing little to protect him from the chill. Cam notices, of course, and whips his own coat off in an instant.

“Oh, please,” Luther demurs, “You’re so chivalrous, but really, I’m fine.”

“You’re shaking like a weathervane in a hurricane, sweetheart. I’ll be fine, I’m my own space heater.” Cam arranges the coat over Luther’s shoulders neatly and slips his arm around Luther’s waist, pulling him in close. It’s so warm and so nice, and so very, very close. Luther’s shivers slacken and cease, and then one more shakes him, different from the rest.

“Oh no,” Luther whispers, “I was doing so well, please…”

Luckily, he only loses about three inches. His clothes are a little looser, and he’s engulfed a little more by Cam’s huge coat, but he’s still a perfectly normal height. He sighs in relief.

“So what’s this movie we’re seeing?” Luther asks, trying to take his mind off of things.

“Oh, so it’s this old sci fi cult classic based on a book no one’s ever read. I saw it the first time when I was like… eight? And it scarred me for life, really, and now I’m obsessed with this shit. The special effects are super gnarly, and they hold up okay, even though you can totally see the tube for the fake blood in the decapitation scene. Don’t worry too much about following the plot, it’s not really the point of the movie, but what you should know ahead of time is…”

Cam rambles on like that, filling the night with fog. Luther snuggles in closer and listens happily, totally at ease. He made it through the most important part of the night, and once they get in the theater, he can relax. It doesn’t matter if he shrinks in the theater - from what Cam’s said, the only people watching this late-night special feature will be die-hard fans who’ll be glued to the screen, and in the darkness they won’t have to worry about anyone catching sight of them.

That also means, of course, that Cam might get a little handsy once the lights dim. If he’s being honest, Luther would be disappointed if he didn’t.

They get a seat in the back row. As the previews start up, Cam reaches over and takes Luther’s chin in his hand, turning it gently so they face each other. For a moment, he just holds them there, staring into Luther’s eyes with an adoring softness that makes Luther’s heart sing. Then he leans in and kisses him, just once, softly on the mouth. Luther shivers and loses another few inches. Cam lets him go, but Luther’s not satisfied. He grabs Cam’s collar and pulls him down for another kiss, this one deeper and hungrier. Cam chuckles against his mouth and nips at his bottom lip, catching it between his teeth for just a moment. Luther sits back heavily in his seat, breath coming in shallow gasps. He grips his armrests tight, trying to pay attention to the trailer for the newest slasher flick as it blares out through the theater. No dice. He’s losing height fast now, shrinking down to four feet tall, his normal clothes hanging off his frame.

They stay apart for all of a minute before Cam’s hand sneaks across the seat and slides into place on Luther’s thigh. He strokes his thumb back and forth in a slow rhythm, humming happily. Luther gasps and shrinks more, staring wide-eyed as Cam’s hand covers more and more of him, soon easily encompassing his entire thigh.

He’s maybe two feet tall now and he can’t see the screen over the seat in front of him. Cam glances down, catching the pouting, grumpy look on Luther’s face, and presses a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“Here, sweetheart,” Cam murmurs, and picks Luther up with one hand. With the other, he frees him from his clothing so that he’s only clad in the jumpsuit. Cam settles Luther gently on his lap. This has fixed the problem of not being able to see the screen, but only momentarily. Luther goes bright red and dwindles down even further. By the time the previews have finished, he’s only eight inches tall.

As the opening theme blares with discordant trumpets, Cam pinches the back of Luther’s jumpsuit between thumb and forefinger and lifts him up. He dangles Luther in front of his face for a moment, expression torn between adoring and apologetic, then brings him in close for a gentle kiss. He sets Luther on his shoulder and hands him a piece of popcorn.

Luther hides his burning face behind the buttery morsel. He’d been expecting a little hanky panky, but nothing so direct. Stolen kisses, maybe a fake yawn that disguised Cam putting his arm around Luther, a little playing with his hair. Going for the thigh like that… that was entirely unexpected. He’s beginning to suspect Cam was trying to get him tiny.

The movie is just as gory and weird as promised. Luther isn’t super squeamish, but more than once he turns and ducks his face into Cam’s neck, squealing in disgust, his voice quiet enough at this size that he doesn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone else. Every time, he feels Cam shake under him with silent laughter, enjoying Luther’s reactions.

The movie ends before too long, and the other theatergoers file out, chatting animatedly with one another about the flick. Cam holds his hand up to his chest, and Luther pushes himself off Cam’s shoulder, landing gracefully in his palm. Cam sets him down on the armrest while he folds up Luther’s discarded clothing and tucks it in an inner pocket of his big coat. He looks down at Luther and tilts his head to one side, lips pursed in a calculating expression.

“You’re just a little too big to hide comfortably… here, let’s fix that.” Cam puts his elbows on either side of Luther on the armrest and looms over him, completely blocking the dim theater lights overhead. Luther takes a few involuntary steps back and bumps up against Cam’s hands, linked together behind him to form a ring penning him in. “You’re all mine now,” Cam breathes, quiet as a whisper. “So tiny and cute. I’m going to put you in my pocket and carry you home, and then… well, then we’ll see what I’ll do with you, hm?” A crooked, meaningful grin spreads across Cam’s face, and that hungry look comes back into his eyes.

It works like a charm. Luther’s legs shake, his heart pounds, and he shivers. He dwindles down to half his height, a mere four inches.

“There we go,” Cam croons, and scoops him up in one hand. Cam stows him safely in his coat pocket, held in a loose fist to keep him safe from jostling and the cold. He exits the theater and moves through the crowds easily. People tend to make way when they see a man his size coming towards them.

Luther curls up against Cam’s fingers and sighs happily. Cam’s hand is warm, calloused in places but soft in others, and the pocket sways gently with his gait. It’s so safe and cozy, combined with the late hour and the exhaustion of the day, it’s the perfect recipe to knock him out. He fights the heaviness of his eyelids as long as he can, but only makes it a few blocks before he’s fast asleep.

~~~

“Whew, cold one out tonight,” Cam says as he unlocks the door to Luther’s apartment. He can already hear Scrunge wailing on the other side. “I hope you weren’t too frozen in there.” He pushes the door open and addresses the cat. “Yes, we’re home, hello darling, we missed you too.” She winds around his legs and purr-meows at top volume. “Okay, okay, other people are trying to sleep,” Cam hisses. “You’re gonna wake up the whole floor, shitty kitty.” She mrrps in disapproval.

He pulls Luther out of his pocket. “So, babe, do you wanna - oh.” The little dear is asleep, snoring softly. Cam smiles and presses a kiss to his chest. He takes a seat on the couch, sighing as he plops himself down. Scrunge leaps up into his lap immediately and puts her front legs up on his chest, sniffing at Luther in his hand.

“Poor dear’s all tuckered out,” Cam murmurs, giving her a scritch. “Let’s let him rest.”

[drakenology]

Their S/O is shy. With Bakugo, Todoroki and Midoriya!

author’s note: HIIII! So I got this idea from work today. I’m a shy, reserved person in real life and I imagined a headcannon where y/n was an uwu girl. enjoy! I’m going to do the Bakusquad next time. 

warnings: suggestive themes, light violence, fluff, and cussing.

Bakugo 

thinks you’re the cutest

teases you a lot. 

will smack the shit outta anyone who tries taking advantage of your kind and shy demeanor.

loves how your shyness comes to play in the bedroom; he likes trying to get you to loosen up a little.

Would butter you up with compliments and praises.

“I dunno what you’re so shy about. You’re fuckin hot.”

likes how he’s the complete opposite of you

VERY protective over you. 

You and Bakugo are out at a restaurant on a date. You’re looking through the menu to see what you want, not being able to decide between the burger or the quesadilla (yum!). 

“I think I’m gonna get the steak. What about you, babe?” Katsuki asked, peering over to look at your menu. 

“I dunno.. I think the burger sounds good. I think that’s what I’ll get” You say, sitting your menu down. Bakugo is staring down your dress, oogling at your ample cleavage popping out of the v-neckline. You notice his gaze, blushing profusely. 

“S-Stop it, Katsuki.” You say, covering up your chest with your menu. He smirks and runs his hands up your thighs causing you to fold your legs to try and stop the wetness coming from your panties. Even though you never admit it out loud, you loved when he groped and stared at you. It made you feel like the sexiest woman in the world. Katsuki grabs your chin and kisses you.

“You’re gonna get it tonight, princess.” He whispered in your ear. You blush as you notice the waiter coming your way, swatting Katsuki’s hands away from you. The waiter walked towards your table and sat your drinks down.

“Thanks. Ready to order, babe?” Bakugo looks towards you. You nod, feeling a little nervous to order yourself. You were very soft spoken, so ordering food was a bit of a challenge for you. But today, you had worked up the courage to order without Bakugo’s help. 

“Hi, u-um.. I’ll have the burger, please. Also could I get that without any onions? I’m allergic.” You say, looking down at your menu instead of at the waiter. 

“Certainly. And for you, sir?” The waiter said, motioning to Bakugo.

“I’ll have the steak please. Well done. I don’t like my steak pink. If I see pink, me and my lady are leaving without payin’, ya got that!?” Bakugo said aggressively. To anyone not knowing him, they think he’s being rude and difficult but you know he’s just trying to make the waiter nervous on purpose as a joke. 

“Yes, sir. Coming right up.” The waiter says, leaving in a hurry. 

“Katsuki, you’re giving the waiter a hard time.” You say softly, your voice sounding like a disappointed mother. He sighed, grabbing your hand and kissing it. 

“Alright, I’ll lay off.” He said, laughing. You two chatter about what you guys did for hero work that day, laughing and enjoying each other’s company until the food came. Finally, the food comes; the aroma coating your nose as you get excited to eat.

“Enjoy.” The waiter said dryly, clearly not liking Bakugo’s attitude. You both shrug it off and prepare to dig in. Bakugo seemed to like his steak but your burger had onions all over it. Even if you had picked them off, it still wouldn’t have been safe to eat. You sigh, poking at your burger in disappointment.

“What’s wrong? How come you’re not eating?” Bakugo asked, his mouth full as he wiped steak sauce from his mouth. You shake your head, not wanting to make a scene. He looked at your plate, seeing your burger teething with onions. He’s way angrier than you are, waving the waiter over to your table with fervor. 

“K-Katsuki, I can just take them off it’s not-” You’re interrupted by Bakugo, who isn’t having any of it; already knowing what you’re about to say. The waiter clearly didn’t like Bakugo’s attitude so he messed your order up on purpose because he noticed how soft-spoken you are. He didn’t chance fucking up Katsuki’s order because he knew he’d have a fit and probably kick his ass if he got short with him. 

“No Y/N, it is a big deal. Look at it! It’s got onions all over it. You can’t eat that shit, you’ll get sick even if you pick ‘em off. I’m givin that asshole a piece of my mind!” He shouts, still trying to get the waiter’s attention who was clearly ignoring you two. 

“HEY! I KNOW YOU FUCKING SEE ME. GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, NOW.” Bakugo shouts. Oh god. The waiter rolled his eyes, walking over to your table.

“Is there a problem, sir?” He asks, not eager to help at all. 

“You’re fuckin’ right there’s a problem. What did my girl order, huh?” Bakugo says, standing from his seat. 

“Katsuki, please.” You say, tugging his sleeve trying to get him to sit back down.

“She ordered a burger.” the waiter answered with attitude. 

“Yeah, with NO ONIONS you idiot! GO TELL THEM TO FUCKING FIX IT OR I’M TELLIN’ YOUR BOSS AND YOU’RE FUCKED.” Bakugo yelled, grabbing the waiter by his collar. The waiter; scared out of his mind, is now sweating with fear. 

“V-Very sorry, sir. I’ll fix that for you right away!” The waiter said, running back to the kitchen to fix your order. Bakugo sat back down in his seat, going back to eat his steak as if nothing happened. The whole restaurant was staring at you both, you sinking into your chair from all the eyes on you. 

“THE FUCK ARE YALL LOOKIN AT!?” Bakugo yelled, getting everyone in the room to turn their attention back to their own tables. He looked back to you, seeing a frown on your face. 

“Don’t you think you went a bit too far?” You ask, crossing your arms. 

“Nope.” He said, feeding you some of his steak until your new burger came. 

“Nobody messes with my baby.”

Todoroki

is such a mom omg

just as protective as Bakugo (if not more)

encourages you to open up

supports your small wins (awww)

fucks the shyness outta you hehe

loves you and your shyness no matter what 

You and Shoto are getting ready to go out when you’re having a difficult time deciding what to wear. You had pulled out a few garments to wear; a red strapless bodycon dress that Shoto got you to accentuate them curves of yours or a simple bulky sweater and jeans. You were a little nervous to dress sexy for Shoto, unsure of yourself and your body not to mention all the potential unwarranted stares from others. You sigh and start dressing yourself in the boring outfit you picked out and sat down at your vanity to do your makeup. Shoto walked in the bedroom from your bathroom to see the dress sitting on the bed. 

“Why aren’t you wearing your dress, love?” He asked, concern written all over his face as he stood next to your vanity. 

“I-I just don’t want all the attention on me. I’m nervous. What if everyone stares at me?” You say, tears burning your eyes. Shoto takes you by your hand and leads you to the full body mirror mounted on the wall of your bedroom. He pushed your hair back and kissed your neck, running his hands on either side of your body. 

“You don’t have to worry about the stares. I’m going to be there to protect you, okay?” He says, sweetly kissing your cheek. You smile warmly and nod. He was right. You change into the dress and slipped on some heels to match, giggling at the praises and encouragement from your boyfriend as he reached for your hand to kiss it. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Shoto said, taking a good look at your curves. He feels himself harden at the sight of you, involuntarily groaning as he pulled you close to him for a deep kiss. 

“How about we stay in tonight instead?” 

He was determined to make you open up... one way or any other teehee.

Midoriya 

loves you SO MUCH OMG

doesn’t care that you’re a little shy and soft-spoken

speaks for you when needed

stands up for you

loves to motivate you 

thinks you’re sinfully adorable

You and Midoriya are walking through the supermarket, shopping for food for your shared home. Izuku was always such a huge help, lifting all the heavy things and putting them in the cart or reaching for things that were too high for you to reach. You loved shopping with him and he loved it too because he could look after you and spend time with you at the same time. 

“Crap, I forgot we need meats for dinner tonight. What did you want again, Izuku?” You asked, looking up from your shopping list. 

“Pork, please. You always make the best pork curry, Y/N” He said sweetly, kissing your forehead. You blush and walk over to the meat department while Izuku gathers the rest of the ingredients for dinner. You stand in line with your number and waited your turn patiently. Suddenly, this big burly man comes out of nowhere and cuts right in front of you in line. You hated when situations like this happen because it was always so hard for you to stand up for yourself. You gulp and muster up enough courage to confront him...sorta?

“U-um excuse me.. I was ne-” You’re interrupted by the man shouting over you.

“Shut up, bitch! I’m in a hurry so why don’t you just wait a little while longer.” He yells. You’re shocked at how he spoke to you, clearly this man lacked manners. You stand there, dumbfounded and scared. You were so frustrated with yourself you’re brought to tears, wiping them away as you stand in line and wait your turn. 

“Bitch?” you hear a familiar voice repeat. It was Midoriya, standing beside you with your cart in toe. “You thought this woman was alone, didn’t you? Fucking coward.” Izuku walks towards the man, intimidatingly calm. The man scoffs until he sees Izuku’s face. The pro hero Deku was standing right in front of him and he was angry.

“H-Hey.. I had no idea okay? I’ll back o-”

“If it was me standing there would you have cut in front of me and called me a bitch?” Izuku asked, grabbing the man by his shirt. “You get off on bullying women don’t you, you spineless bastard? Think that just because your big and ugly that you can just push people around? People like you make me sick. Get in the back of fucking line before I lose my temper.” The man does so, glaring at you as he walked to the back of the line. You sigh in relief as your number is called, Izuku leading you to the counter with his hand on your back. He turned around and glared at the man who gave you a hard time one last time. 

“What would you like to order, miss?” The butcher said with a smile.

“Pork, please.” You sigh.

[heauxplesslydevoted]

Can u do a ethan x mc proposal but it does not go as planned but finally he proposes and she accepts please😁😁

“I’m not letting you plan date night anymore, because you give the most vague answers,” Naomi yells, her voice coming through string from the en-suite.

“I gave you very adequate information,” Ethan argues.

“You and I have different interpretations then. You won’t tell me where we’re going, you barely gave me a dress code.”

“I’m sorry, aren’t you the one who’s always saying that you look good in everything, no matter the occasion?”

Ethan nervously pats his jacket pocket for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. The small black ring box from Harry Winston is still there, and a bit of his anxiety ebbs away.

The ring has been burning a hole through his proverbial pocket from the moment it was purchased. There have been multiple occasions that Ethan has had to stop himself from blurting out, “Will you marry me?” to his unsuspecting girlfriend: while they’re eating dinner, on their way to work, in the middle of their dumb bickering.

So he’s been meticulously planning this proposal for 2 months now, and he has everything planned to a tee. It starts with dinner at one of Naomi’s favorite seafood restaurants downtown (he has an in with the owner and head chef), then they take a stroll through Boston Common and the Public Garden, admiring the ducks, smelling the roses before he eventually proposes. Ethan is a perfectionist and he wants the night to be perfect. He wants something they can look back on 10 years from now, 20 years from now with fondness, because Naomi deserves nothing less than that.

“I look amazing no matter the occasion,” Naomi quips. She steps out of the en-suite, and Ethan catches her slipping on a few bracelets. “But are we going to be by the water? Are these heels appropriate? Will I need a jacket?”

Ethan looks her up and down quickly, deciding that the faux leather skirt and sweater she’s wearing is a good enough outfit. “You look great, and the weather is perfect, you don’t need a jacket.”

“You better not just be saying that to rush me out the front door.”

That’s a good point, and one he hadn’t thought of yet. Ethan checks the time on his watch and inhales sharply. Their reservation is in 40 minutes, and it’s a Saturday night in Boston, so he expects congestion downtown. “Speaking of that, we need to go.”

“Alright, give me a few more minutes, Ramsey.”

“No, we need to go now, Naomi.”

Naomi knows her boyfriend is a stickler for order, but he’s been riding her ass all day over this date night. He’s never been this fussy before.

She saunters over to him, making a point to sway her hips as she does so. As soon as she’s within touching distance, Ethan wraps an arm around her waist as he pulls her close.

“We’re going to have a nice night tonight,” Naomi says. She presses her thumb to his forehead and massages away the worry lines. “You made me get all dolled up, and I flat ironed my hair, so I’m willing it into existence in hopes that my effort was not in vain.” Ethan doesn’t say anything but the corner of his mouth flits up, and Naomi counts it as a smile. “Now, can you stop being such a fuddy duddy?”

Ethan rolls his eyes at her immature vocabulary, but he nods nonetheless. “Only for you.”

“Good.” Naomi gives him a quick peck on the lips and pulls away before he can deepen it. “Now, let me put on my shoes and we can head out.”

~v~

“I’m sorry, we don’t have any reservations for Ethan Ramsey tonight.”

As soon as the words leave the host’s mouth, Ethan feels the blood in his veins pulsing with rage. There’s no way that’s possible, seeing as he made the reservation well over a month ago. 

“Check again,” Ethan grits out. The host stammers a bit, but he listens to the command nonetheless.

Naomi bites the inside of her cheek as she watches the scene play out in front of her. Ethan’s using his attending voice, the voice reserved for combative patients and interns.

“Again, there’s no reservation for you,” the host stammers. “Maybe, you picked a different–”

The young guy doesn’t even get to finish that thought, because Ethan shoots him a glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

“I didn’t ask for you to come up with any ideas on your own,” Ethan says, his jaw clenching so tight, it's a miracle it doesn’t snap. “What I need you to do is simply call Frank and tell him that Ethan Ramsey wants to speak with him.”

Frank, the owner of the restaurant and a former patient of Ethan’s, should be able to sort this all out.

A few minutes later, Ethan spots Frank walking towards the front of the restaurant. The two men lock eyes and Frank stops dead in his tracks upon seeing Ethan. He quickly schools his features, plastering a wide smile on his face before he approaches.

“Dr. Ramsey, so lovely to see you!”

Ethan isn’t feeling as friendly. He doesn’t return the smile or the pleasantries, just taking a few confident strides over to Frank, ushering him to a quiet corner. “Frank, remember when I personally spoke to you over a month ago and I told you I planned to propose tonight? I told you I wanted a reservation, and you told me that you’d personally see to it that I have the best seat in the house?”

Frank swallows hard and averts his gaze. Looking into the eyes of a pissed off Ethan Ramsey is something like staring at Medusa head-on. “I did say that, yes,” he concedes.

“So flash forward to tonight, why am I being told that there’s no reservation?”

“I apologize, Doctor. There’s clearly been a breakdown of communication between myself and my staff, and I take full responsibility.”

“As you should!” Ethan snaps. His voice goes up an octave, and a few patrons of the restaurant turn in his direction, startled by the outburst.

Okay, so being 38 years old and throwing a tantrum in public isn’t his best look. Taking a deep breath, Ethan counts to 3 and tries to regain his composure. So there’s no reservation, but maybe there’s a way this night can be salvaged.

“Well, just give us an available table, any one will do,” Ethan says. Franks wrings his hands together and Ethan doesn’t like the sight of it one bit.

“Unfortunately, we are fully booked for the evening.” Ethan’s nostrils flare and there’s a slight ringing in his ears at the admission. “But I can squeeze you in next weekend, at any time you want! And for the inconvenience, it’ll be on the house for you and the lovely lady.”

“If you think I’m ever stepping foot in this place ever again, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Ethan walks off and takes Naomi’s hand. She looks up at him, her gaze soft. “What happened?”

“They somehow forgot I made a reservation for tonight,” Ethan grumbles. “And we can't get a table because it’s packed. I’m sorry.”

Naomi frowns and squeezes Ethan’s hand. “Well it’s not your fault, so you don’t have to apologize to me. It’s their loss. I’m sorry because it’s clear that you put a lot of thought into this date night.”

She doesn’t even know the half of it, Ethan thinks to himself.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Naomi adds, tugging on her boyfriend.

“Where are we going?”

“A place with a lot less pomp and circumstance.”

They end up in a hole in the wall lobster shack near the harbor, eating lobster rolls and sharing a bowl of clam chowder. They’re the most overdressed couple visiting the establishment, earning interesting stares from the other patrons.

“You and I are slightly overdressed,” Ethan teases, awkwardly tugging the collar of his button-down.

Naomi looks around and then at herself before laughing. “I think I’m going to keep a spare change of clothes in your car just for nights like this. But I think we look very good. It’s always nice to not have to wear scrubs.”

“Again, I’m sorry about the reservation at Frank’s not working out. I know it’s one of your favorite restaurants.”

“True, but I’ll survive. For now, I’m content just being here with you.” Ethan watches as Naomi opens a pack of saltine crackers, crushes them in the palm of her hand and pours them into the bowl of chowder. He pulls a face, one that doesn’t go unnoticed by the young resident.

“I can feel you judging me, Ramsey,” Naomi says.

“I’m just observing your messy eating habits, Valentine,” he shoots back. He briefly wonders if she’ll want to keep her maiden name. Will she stay Dr. Valentine? Dr. Ramsey? Dr. Valentine-Ramsey? It’s an outdated tradition, adopting a new last name upon marriage, but the thought of her becoming Naomi Ramsey makes him excited. It rolls off the tongue rather nicely.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at her, but now Naomi is looking back at him. “Hello, earth to Ethan.”

It snaps him out of his daze and he blinks a few times in an attempt to regain his bearings. “Huh?”

“You keep staring at me. Do I have something on my face?”

“No, you’re fine. I guess I just got caught up in looking at you.”

Even though the lighting in the lobster shack is dim, Ethan can still see the apples of Naomi’s cheeks turning red.

While things at the restaurant didn’t turn out like he planned, this, just being here with Naomi as she devours the clam chowder that they were supposed to share, feels extremely right.

His hand tingles and the urge to whip out the ring box, right here, right now is strong. Just do it!

Don’t even think about it!

Stop being an idiot and ask her already!

The tiny voice in his head only grows louder the more seconds tick on. Impulsively, he reaches forward and grabs Naomi’s hand, stopping her from bringing her spoon to her mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Naomi says back. “But can you not grab my hand while I’m trying to eat?”

Ethan drops her hand quickly, flushing as he does so. “I wanted to take you out tonight because I wanted to celebrate with you. This past year and a half has been–”

“Help! Help!”

The shrill cry cuts Ethan short and he head snaps around to find the source of the noise. He sees a woman frantically standing over a coughing man. The man is clutching his throat, his face turning an ugly shade of purple. He’s choking.

Naomi and Ethan lock eyes with each other before they both abandon their table and rush forward to help, never able to turn off the fact that they’re doctors.

Ethan sighs, as the moment has been thoroughly ruined. So maybe proposing in the lobster shack won’t be happening.

~v~

So dinner was a bust two times over for the evening, but Ethan tries his hardest to stay optimistic. It’s a beautiful night, the weather is calm, and the Common is surprisingly sparse for a weekend night, so he and Naomi don’t have to deal with too many people.

“This has been an eventful night,” Ethan says.

“You mean you don’t get turned away from a 4-star restaurant and then perform the Heimlich on lobster shack patrons every day?”

“No, it’s usually one or the other. More of the life saving, less getting turned away at restaurants.”

“Well, at least I’ll have an interesting story to tell my friends at work.”

They stop at a bench, right in front of the giant weeping willow, Naomi’s favorite part of the park and sit down. She rests her head on his shoulder, sighing deeply.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting tired already?”

“It was a long week at work,” Naomi says, feeling the need to defend herself. “My boss has been working me like crazy. Not to mention, it’s been a busy day.”

Ethan chuckles and kisses the top of her head, inhaling the scent of shampoo. “Your boss sounds like a real piece of work.”

“Yes, but I let him get away with it because I love him.”

“He’s sounds like a lucky man.”

“He is.”

A family of ducks trots past their feet, earning a few coos and smiles from Naomi, though she otherwise leaves them alone to roam.

A comfortable silence settles between the two of them, neither one of them deeming it necessary to speak. Finally after all of the chaos the past few hours threw at them, it’s nice to just sit in quiet.

Is now finally a good time? Ethan thinks to himself. Surely nothing else can impede on the proposal, as the universe has screwed with him enough for one night.

The wind picks up slightly, a strong gusts makes a few tendrils of Naomi’s hair fly into her face, and she huddles closer to him, trying to steal his body heat. He wraps his arm around her shoulder, holding her tight against him.

“I’ve been driving myself crazy all day trying to think of a way to broach this with you,” Ethan starts, breaking the silence.

“Broach what?”

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently. Mostly about us, especially with you being in your third year of residency, and how our future might look because of that.”

The hair on the back of her neck stands up, but Naomi doesn’t fully know why. Why does Ethan want to talk about their future? Why did he feel the need to take her out on the date in order to start the conversation?

The wind picks up again, and this time, Naomi hears thunder clap somewhere close by. “Is it supposed to rain tonight?”

“What? No.” Ethan checked the weather more times than he’d care to admit. It’s supposed to be a perfect evening in Boston.

“Are you sure?” 

Naomi sounds skeptical, and Ethan huffs. “Rookie, trust me, if there’s one thing I’ve done today, it’s check weather reports.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Ethan feels it. A single drop of moisture hits his cheek.

It doesn’t take long after that first raindrop for the others to come. In a quick burst, the rain falls, harsh and heavy.

Naomi shrieks and stands up, trying to look for shelter. Ethan isn’t as quick as she is, as he’s still stuck on the fact that it’s raining.

The pure absurdity of the day is so ridiculous, and a low chuckle forms low in his throat until he’s actually laughing. He laughs hard, the force of it actually making him clutch his side.

Ethan looks up at the sky, uncaring that the rain is pelting him relentlessly. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Ethan, what are you doing?” Naomi asks. “You’re going to get soaked!”

“My car is on the other side of the park, we’re going to get soaked regardless.”

“So you want to, what? Just sit in the rain?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, now isn’t the time for petulance,” Naomi says. She grabs Ethan’s hand and tries to tug him up, but he doesn’t budge.

“No. I have spent weeks trying to plan the perfect date for you, and it’s been a shitshow from start to finish. For some reason, the universe has decided that today isn’t my day, so instead of fighting it, I’m going to lean into it.”

Naomi rolls her eyes. Ethan has been beating himself up over this night not going the way he wanted it to, and she doesn’t understand why. Yes, Naomi likes fancy restaurants as much as the next girl, but she’s never been a high maintenance diva, nor has she ever demanded that Ethan be perfect. 

“Why have you been putting so much pressure on tonight?” Naomi asks.

“For you!”

“I never asked you to! Now stop being such a baby and let’s go home!”

Ethan sighs and drudges himself up. His now soaking wet clothes make the task more difficult than it should be as now he feels 10 pounds heavier.

“I’m not being a baby,” Ethan argues.

“You’re acting like one.”

“You’re a blanket hog.”

The statement is so random, it makes Naomi do a double take. “What?”

“You’re a blanket hog,” Ethan repeats. “And you always put your freezing cold feet on mine when we’re in bed. You have a terrible singing voice, but I love listening to you when we’re at home. Your grooming products have completely taken over my bathroom, and it’s fine, because I love the smell of whatever fruity shower gel you use. You spend way too much time watching inaccurate medical dramas for a woman that graduated top of her class at Johns Hopkins. You steal my food, as evidenced by the fact that you completely hijacked the clam chowder we were sharing. You drive me insane, and it’s been that way from the moment we met, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, because I love you.”

“I love the way your nose crinkles when you smile. I love the way you speak French when you’re mad at me. I love that you spoil Jenner. I love how passionate you are and how you’re willing to fight for people you care about, especially your patients. I love that you aren’t afraid to challenge me, whether it’s about work or something at home. I love that you have always believed in me, even when I was so stupid to believe in myself.”

Ethan reaches into his pocket and pulls out the small ring box before dropping down on one knee. Just seeing him do that is enough to earn a gasp of shock from Naomi.

“Ethan?” She can’t breathe. She can’t think. The only thing Naomi can hear is the sound of her beating heart. “What’s in the box?”

“What do you think is in the box?”

“I think it’s an engagement ring.” With trembling fingers, Ethan slowly opens the box, revealing the stunning 4 carat cushion cut diamond.

“You’d be correct.”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you!”

“Oh no. After all the trouble I went through, you have to let me get through my entire speech.”

“Okay.”

“I didn’t see you coming at all. I wasn’t looking for love when you came into my life, and I was quite content being single. But little by little, you broke through and made yourself a permanent fixture in my life, and I’ve been all the better for it. You have all of me, mind, body, and soul, and usually the thought of relinquishing so much control terrifies me, but not with you. You are smart, and kind, and outspoken, and beautiful, and compassionate, and I don’t know what I did in this lifetime or the last one to deserve you, but I intend on spending the rest of my days being someone worthy of you. So, Naomi Marie Valentine, will you marry me?”

The tears are flowing freely, and Naomi can hardly see anymore, but she nods nonetheless. “Y-yes!”

“Yes?”

“Yes!”

Ethan doesn’t waste another second, plucking the ring out of the box and sliding it onto Naomi’s left ring finger. Once the ring is securely on, he stands up and wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her into the air slightly.

As soon as her feet are back on the ground and she’s steady again, Naomi grabs Ethan’s face and pulls him into a kiss. Neither of them seem to mind the fact that it’s still pouring, the cold rain seeping through their clothes.

“I love you,” Naomi says quickly, before pulling Ethan into another kiss.

“I love you too.”

“And though things didn’t work out the way you wanted them to, this proposal was perfect.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Because of this, I got my cliche kiss in the rain.”

Ethan smiles. He hadn’t thought of it like that. “That’s true.”

“And think about it, I think this will be a much more interesting story to tell our future kids someday.”

“You make some excellent points, future Missus Ramsey.”

A thrill courses through her at the name. “Mhmm, I like the sound of that.”

“Good, because that’s what I’m going to be calling you for the rest of our lives.”

~v~

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[seonghwa-is-babie]

Bad boys get punished

Hongjoong couldn't wait any longer and gave into the pleasure he could provide for himself, but what will y/n say about this

Hongjoong x male reader

Warnings: sub Hongjoong, dom male reader, vibrators, cockring, orgasm denial, anal sex, gay sex, dildos, fingering, punishment

Note: I didn't really wanna change all that much about this fic so here u go, hope u enjoy it :)

Hongjoong and y/n haven't gotten to see each other in a while since both have a busy schedule, which also had a hard time giving them a day off on the same day.

This also means they haven't gotten intimate in a while. And although Hongjoong knows the rules of not touching himself without y/n's permission, but he just can't help it, he's been so needy lately it's driving him crazy.

🐨

He grabbed their box full of toys and opened it, pulling out a small vibrator and a dildo, along with a bottle of lube. He set the box back down and started to take his clothes of.

Once he was fully naked, he poured some lube over his fingers and began stretching his hole, unfortunately, his hands were a lot smaller than y/n's big, veiny ones. "mhh~! Ahh~!" slowly but surely, Hongjoong started to moan from the sensation of his fingers inside of him

Once Hongjoong felt like he was stretched enough he put the vibrator inside of his entrance, the tiny device bringing a lot of pleasure to his body. Hongjoong then grabbed the dildo and got into a position where he could ride it, and slowly sank down on it "ahh! Fuck!" he began to slowly ride the dildo, picking up pace rather quickly "mhh~aah! Y/n~!" Hongjoong moaned loudly as he slammed myself down onto the toy.

🐨

He's been bouncing for a while now and he could feel himself being close to cumming "ah! Fuck! So close~!" he then felt something, or rather someone's hand go around his cock, thumb over his slit to preventing him from releasing

"baby what did I tell you about touching yourself?" he immediately knew who that voice belonged to, and that he was in some serious trouble "D-don't do it without y-your permission" Hongjoong stuttered out, sensitive from the vibrator which was still going

"and what did you do?" he looked back at y/n "I-I touched myself" Hongjoong said, looking down "but we haven't done it for so long, I couldn't help myself" he gazed up at him with the biggest puppy eyes he could make "can you pleeeaaaase forgive me y/n?" y/n looked like he was thinking for a second

"babyboy, as much as I love you and your cute little face, rules are rules. When you break one you have to get punishment" a shiver ran down his spine at the mention punishment "but, I won't go too hard on you since it has been a while" Hongjoong nodded, relieved that he wasn't going to get punished that hard

🐨

Y/n tied up Hongjoong's wrists to the bedpost "now baby, would you rather get spanked or left alone with a vibrator and a cock ring for a bit. Since it's been a while you get to choose" Hongjoong thought, weighing out the pros and cons of both, eventually choosing the latter option

"v-v-vibrator, please" y/n smirked as he prepared the toys he was going to use on Hongjoong "alright baby, I'll put it in now" he said as he pushed a small vibrator inside his lover, along with putting on the cock ring "now, I'll leave you a for a little bit, if you can stay quiet, I'll give a little reward" he left the room, but not before turning the intensity up to the max, and all Hongjoong could do, is bite his lips to stay quiet

🐨

It has been about 10 minutes and y/n decided his baby has been punished enough, he had stayed relatively quiet aside from some whimpers, but like y/n said, he wouldn't be too hard on his baby, he walked back inside to see his boyfriend being a little mess, panting, sweating and his cock begging to be released from the cockring

"y/n please~ I've been a good boy, pleeeeaaaase take it off~" he whined as he saw his boyfriend entered his room again "alright, since you asked so nicely" he took off the cock ring and Hongjoong came almost immediately after, he then took out the vibrator, whilst releasing him from the bounds

"think you can still handle me after this?" Hongjoong nodded "please- just go slow, I'm pretty sensitive right now" y/n nodded

"tell me if it's too much or too little okay?" he said as he pushed his cock into the younger, Hongjoong moaning due to how sensitive he was "p-ple-ase mo-ve" y/n started moving slowly in and out of Hongjoong's hole, kissing him in the process.

This moment was no longer just about lust, but two lovers rekindling after being apart for so long. Longing for each other's touches of affection

y/n went a little faster, per Hongjoong's request, feeling the need to release soon, hearing the younger's moans become louder, he could guess the other was close as well "You close baby?" Hongjoong nodded "pl-please kiss me" y/n wastes no time, latching his lips onto his lover's lips

After a few more thrusts, both of them came, y/n inside of Hongjoong and Hongjoong on both of their chests and even on the sheets . The older got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to prepare a bath for both of them.

once he did that he came back to the bed "let's go take a bath baby" he picked up his lover and went to the bathroom and lowered him into the bathtub "there we go" the other let out a small thank you as y/n went in behind him "let's get you cleaned up, alright"

🐨

After they were done cleaning up and drying off, y/n carried Hongjoong back to bed to cuddle up. "y/n?" the older looked down to his boyfriend, to which the younger smiled and kissed him "I missed you" he said as he snuggled closer to y/n "I missed you too baby" he wrapped his arms around Hongjoong's tiny frame and fell asleep

🐨

The next day Hongjoong woke up very sore, looking at the time and checking his schedule, he realised he had an entire day of composing, singing and rapping, which he was grateful for, but he still couldn't get out of bed

"y/n" the older turned and opened his eyes "yes baby?" Hongjoong smiled at the nickname "can you help me out of bed, I have to go to work, but I'm too sore" y/n got up and went to the other side of the bed "my poor little Prince, off course I'll carry you, I'll even drive you to work"

Y/n picked him up and carried him to the bathroom "I'll go get you so clothes all right" Hongjoong nodded, grateful he had someone like y/n.

Not long after, y/n came back with a simple outfit, some pants and a button up "thank you" Hongjoong said as he took the clothes from y/n "you want me to go and change somewhere else" he shook his head "we've been dating for 3 years, I think we're comfortable enough around each other, besides, I might need a little help"

🐨

Once they got dressed and had a proper breakfast, y/n carried Hongjoong to his car, because he still had a lot of trouble walking.

When they arrived, y/n asked once more if he could walk or had to be carried "I'll try, but don't you have a schedule too? I don't wanna make you late"

"I don't have a schedule, I took a few days off for you, so if you want, I can stay with you all day" Hongjoong smiled brightly "I'd love that, let's go" Hongjoong tried getting out of the car, but quickly stumbled as he tried to stand.

Y/n quickly came to his aid and picked him up, Hongjoong wrapping his arms and legs around him "there we go little prince, let's head inside"

🐨

"oh, hi y/n hyung! Why are you carrying Hongjoong hyung?" San asked curiously "umm, well-you see, Hongjoong fell-" he interrupted by seonghwa "just say you guys fucked, I knew it when Hongjoong wasn't here before us" not looking up from his phone as the rest either looked shocked or started laughing their ass off, whilst Hongjoong was dying off embarrassment

"it's alright baby, we had fun, that's all that matters"

[papa-1-rights-activist]

Could you tell us some things about your characters?

thank you so much for this ask :D sorry for such a late response, but ngl i got very excited and started writing shit down as soon as i saw it, but then it turned into an entire essay and i had to cut down a ton of stuff until i decided to write it in a list of some sort kjhgkjfgkfg

currently i have like 11 fan characters in total so i will start with 4 to not infodump too much at a time

and i’ll admit that literally all of these guys were made for shipping purposes, but they all have different personalities and dynamics with canon characters. i’m such a sucker for writing couples, so many things to explore, that’s like my favourite thing ;w;

it got very long so imma put it under the cut \o/ (hopefully it works bc tumblr has been pretty unpredictable lately)

sorry if it’s probably way more than just “some things” but i couldn’t help it, i just love these guys so much and i don’t get to talk about them often u v u

e n j o y ~

imma start with the one you guys are more familiar with

Lucas

one of the cardinals in Ghost’s church

Mexican

in his late 40s (like 46-47)

hardworking, ambitious

pretty composed

huge „your teacher from english class who’s also a dad” energies

his character can be summed up to, as someone has said, „he’d kindly but sternly correct your shitty posture”

currently takes the 3rd place of most „best employee of the month” awards (Copia is 4th at that time)

he and Copia start off as rivals for the 2nd place (bc no one can beat whoever is the 1st)

but wouldn’t you guessed it, they end up dating

Lucas has a fair collection of various rodents, including rats. Actually, he’s the one who infected Copia with love for them. Luc prefers ferrets (that’s a rodent right kjhfgkjgh)

he doesn’t really get angry, but when he does he really goes off

he writes poetry, which is actually very, very bad, but Copia loves it to bits which makes Luc feel validated to write more

because his language is so similar to italian, Lucas can implement a lot of spanish into his conversations with Copia, while the other will reply in italian and they will still understand each other (ofc there are some exceptions that result in miscommunication, but that just makes it all more fun)

Copia shared with him that he’s writing music for his album (even tho he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone) and Lucas was more than happy to help him in the process…which was mostly moral support and a few suggestions.

he loves calling Copia “cariño”, “mi amorcito”, “mi alegría” and other cute names in spanish

once Lucas mentioned he used to play flute and Copia immediately decided to include a flute solo in one of his songs, so Luc could play it. Unfortunately things didn’t go as he planned and he had to change it to sax solo

The thing about Lucas is that Imperator sees him as a threat. She’s been plotting with Copia to get him to papacy for a long time, but in the end she isn’t the one who decides who will be in charge, so Copia has to work hard to deserve it. He was already a hard worker, but unfortunately Lucas works harder. It creates this dillema for Copia, bc on one hand he does want to become Papa and in order to do that he has to get rid off competition. But on the other he loves Lucas and he wants what’s best for him.

(i’ll probably post the pic above in a separate post with other doodles, i just wanted to show sth new and relevant)

Elise & Greg

Imma put these two together bc it’s impossible to talk about one without the other.

they work together in a company that takes art commisions such as paintings & murals and their restorations. They’re both pretty skilled in those departments, except Elise specialises in art restoration while Greg specialises in murals and frescos. And ofc one day they’re hired by the church.

they’re both pretty good at painting (but the thing about restoration is that you don’t have to be a great artist to do that, it has more to do with chemistry tbh)

They live together and have been very good friends for a few years now

they both went through some traumatic events in their lives, but maybe i’ll leave that part for another day (or i’ll leave it in my fanfic they’re from that i need to finish ;w;)

they’re very supportive of each other, but also they like to mess with one another

their chat is filled with horny texts about other people

Elise

34 years old

British

a bit awkward, tends to stutter when nervous

very sweet overall, feels the need to be everyone’s therapist

autistic, which shows mostly through her sensitivity to certain textures

hates onions (bc the texture is awful)

gets very emotional very quickly when she sees cute animals. She will use her baby talk to speak with them (which is sth that Copia does too with his rats and once he catches her doing that as well, he feels less embarrased about it)

Cirrus was the first one from the church to actually talk to her and show her around, making her feel a bit more welcome in an unfamiliar place

she talks through her sleep. A lot. Copia finds it very amusing…and adorable.

she discovers that Papa III has fallen hard for her friend way before he himself realises that, but then she’s also the kind of person to not see her own feelings for someone

she finds working on restoration quite relaxing. It’s sth she can fixate over and do for hours (even tho it’s not recommended)

a bit of a workaholic

another thing she finds relaxing is sitting in a corner somewhere warm and doodling people she sees around the abbey (mostly those she finds attractive lol so mostly Cirrus and Copia)

eventually ends up with Copia and Cirrus in a poly relationship

she also finds Cumulus cute, but the ghoulette isn’t interested in another romantic relationship. the one she has with Cirrus is enough for her.

Elise’s relationship with Copia is basically two dorks trying to impress the other while trying not to be too obvious about it, while her relationship with Cirrus is bisexual equivalent of „shy nerd has a crush on a cool girl leading the cheerleaders squad and shopes she doesn’t know. She knows.”

(had to doodle sth real quick bc i can’t believe that i don’t have a single good pic of him lol)

Greg

37 years old

Polish (bc ofc he is)

pretty stoic, might come off as cold

he gives cute nicknames to people he likes (in polish ofc)

he’s actually pretty cheesy and wholesome, but you wouldn’t know that bc he shows his affection through a language that no one understands (which is what he wants, he doesn’t want others to know he actually cares)

has some trust issues, so it’s harder for him to become friends with people

huge Scorpions fan. no, like really, he’s obsessed and will share his music taste with whoever will listen (which is mostly Eli and Papa III lol)

knows a few words in italian, but mostly those related to art after he’s been studying it for a few years. He doesn’t speak it, but he can read it.

he owns a guitar signed by Kirk Hammett (his musical crush)

he’s the kind of guy who will call the person he likes „my dear”, „my love”, „sweet pea” in his mother language and then tell that person it means „dickhead”, „loser” and „lazy ass”

his stay at the abbey is just laying under the ceiling and doing fresco for most of the day, visiting Elise in her art studio and dealing with Papa’s bullshit

Papa eventually starts coming up to lay beside Greg on the construction and watch him work. They tend to just lay in silence while a mix of Scorpions and ABBA plays from the radio. There’s barely any space for a second person, but Greg would lie if he said he didn’t find it endearing.

one time Greg fell off the construction and broke his leg bc of that dumbass (but it’s his dumbass uwu)

anyway he eventually starts dating Papa III

Papa purrs to Greg in italian and Greg speaks sweet words to him in polish (tho it took him a lot of time to get comfortable with that)

their relationship is your typical „1 brain cell and 1 dumbass” and under certain circumstances simply „2 disastrous dumbasses”

they once burnt down Elise’s apartment on accident and the only things they managed to save were the art supplies and Greg’s guitar

anyway

here are these guys in comparison to their partners in this silly style, bc all the other drawings are outdated ;w;

Melea

45 years old

American

fashion designer commissioned byt the Ghost’s church

huge fan of old rock

for a long time her relationship with Papa III was purely professional. He came to her studio, she took some measurements, they discussed what he would like and then he left and they didn’t see each other until the next meeting to try the outfit on, to make some changes, or for another project.

well that is until she asked him to stop putting his face paint on so he wouldn’t ruin the fabrics

i share this popular headcanon that Papa III is pretty self conscious about his clean face, so it was kind of hard to convince him at first

eventually their sessions became that much more personal because of that

she’s a bit superstitious, believing that some things may cause bad luck

collects crystals with good energy

she’s in a way a modern witch…but it’s not like she tries to be one

knows french fairly well, which allows her to talk to Papa (who also speaks it) when they don’t want others to understand them.

huge mum energy

loooves watching conspiracy theories. Sometimes she will pick one of the more ridiculous ones during her sessions with Papa and will argue and try to convince him it’s true, making it seem like she fully believes it, even if she doesn’t – just to fuck with him

and a few times she actually did convince him. Then had to tell him she wasn’t serious and oh my god the millenials aren’t killing the pillow industry by going vegan

anyway at some point they start dating which eventually leads to them getting married ;w;

her relationship with Papa is very soft and romantic. they have the same energy as Morticia and Gomez in regard of how loving they are to each other

also some chibis of these two bc again, all the other drawings are a bit outdated ;w;

[australiancarisi]

Rafael Barba Relationship Alphabet

A for Arguments - How often do you two argue? Who apologises first? How do they make up? etc  Not so much as arguments just little disagreements. The two of you are very different and differ in opinions a lot but it’s why Rafael fell in love with you. But if there is an argument then it’s a big one. 8/10 times Rafael is the one to apologise first because he can’t stand to be the reason you aren’t happy. He’ll send you a text first and judge the reply. He’ll bring you home your favourite ice cream and some flowers, he’ll just try his hardest to do everything he can to make sure you aren’t mad. When you apologise, you wrap your arms around Rafael. He always tries to stay mad but he can’t and when you feel him melt into your body you whisper a quiet sorry.

B for Bedtime Routine - Do they prefer to be the big spoon or little spoon? Favourite sleeping position? etc  Rafael is always in bed first, he’ll be sitting up reading a book while you are in the bathroom doing your usual routine. When you join him in bed he becomes the big spoon straight away, he loves holding you close and you always feel so protected. After a particularly hard case for the two of you, Rafael need to be touching you just to know that you are safe and still with him.

C for Cook - Do they cook? Can they cook? What type of food do they like to cook for their partner?  Unfortunately, because you are both so busy take out is a common thing in your house but when there is a chance to cook Rafael does. He loves to cook you all the Cuban dishes his Abuelita taught him when he was younger and he’s even started teaching you how to make a few.

D for DIY - Do they like to make gifts for their partner? Are they good at general DIY around the house? Do they enjoy doing it?  Rafael is amazing at a lot of things but DIY is not one of them 😂 whenever anything breaks at the apartment you always call the super Because Rafael will just make it worse.

E for Effort - How much effort do they put into their relationship? Your relationship with Rafael is very chill and easy-going. That doesn’t mean you don’t put a lot of effort into it, it’s just that your professional lives are so busy that when you are together you like to just be able to be lying around and relax together. You always try to get date night at least once a month though.

F for First Date - Where do you go on your first date? How does it go etc Rafael took you out to a really nice restaurant for your first date. Him dressed in a suit and you in a beautiful outfit, it was set to be perfect... until it was ruined by Sonny calling you to say there was an all hands on deck case. When the two of you rocked up to the precinct together, dressed the way you were, there was no stopping the teasing comments coming for the rest of the squad.

G for Gifts - What kind of gifts do they gift their partner? What kind of gifts do they receive? etc Rafael, I reckon, would be the type of guy to randomly buy you flowers. Or get you your favourite bath bomb when Liv would text him to tell him you’d had a particularly tough day.

H for Honeymoon - Where do they go on Honeymoon? Details on the honeymoon etc. Rafael would take you to Cuba to meet all of his family and to show you all the places that were significant in his family. The home is mother grew up in, the church where his grandparents go married etc before jetting you off to Greece to relax and spend some quality time as a married couple before heading back to the mayhem that is New York.

I for Intimacy - What do like they like? Where do they like to be intimate? Are they experienced etc?  It all depends on the moment and what you both need. Rafael can do hard and fast but he always loves to take his time and watch you unfold beneath him. He’s an experienced lover and it definitely shows.

J for Jealously - How jealous are they? How often do they get jealous? How they react? etc Oooooh boy does Rafael have a jealous streak. He hates the idea of you being with someone else. It takes all his might not to barge in on an interrogation when he sees how a suspect looks at you or flirts with you. He’s even gotten angry at a couple of uniforms when they get a bit too close for comfort. He knows he has nothing to worry about, you only have eyes for him, but he can’t help it sometimes.

K for Kink - Do they have any particular kinks? PAPI PAPI PAPI do not try and tell me that Rafael doesn’t love it when you call him Papi or counsellor.

L for Long Distance - How do they cope with Long Distance? How they prefer to keep in contact? etc When the two of you have to go without each other for a bit of time texting is your favourite form of communication. Sometimes it can be hard to coordinate your schedules for calls so texting is your best bet.

M for Marriage - Do they want to get married? Their wedding etc.  yes, Rafael wants to get married. Before you, he hadn’t really thought about marriage and kids but you changed him. The thought of him having you by his side for the rest of his life never fails to make him smile.

N for Night’s Out - Where do they take their partner on nights out? How often do nights out happen? Nights out are not very common for the two of you, again, you are both very busy. Sometimes though you’ll make it to a Broadway show or you’ll manage to convince Rafael to come out to a bar with you but that usually includes the rest of the squad.

O for Often - How often do you see each other? How many times a week? etc Considering the two of you work together you see each other every day. The two of you move in together relatively quickly because the two of you realised that pretty much you would be at his apartment or you would be at his.

P for Public Displays of Affection - Do they like PDA? Do they have boundaries etc.  At work, there are very few moments for PDA. Both of you are focused on the job, it’s just a lot of stolen glances, a squeeze of the hand when walking past each other and if your lucky a quick kiss whether on the lips or cheek when you get a moment alone. When your not a work, however, Rafael always has his hand on you. Either around your waist, holding your hand or around your shoulders, he loves to be touching you and he will kiss you at any moment possible.

Q for Quiet - Why do they get quiet? How does their partner solve it? Rafael goes quiet for 3 reasons. The first is if the two of you are in an argument. The second is if he has had a hard day and the third is if he is feeling insecure. To solve it, you’ll just cuddle up to him, remind him that you are there for him and that you love him. There’s nothing else you can do really. He loves just to know that you are there for him.

R for Reunion - How they like to reunite with their partner?  After being away, Rafael would show up to the precinct and walk straight to your desk and plant a kiss on your lips. You’d squeal in delight wrapping your arms around him, never wanting to let him go.

S for Surprise - Do they like surprises? What kind of surprises do they like to get etc?  Rafael says he doesn’t like surprises, “I need to know everything about them I don’t want any surprises on the stand”, but there’s no denying that he doesn’t love little surprises like you showing up unannounced at his office for something not work related or when he gets home and you’ve made his favourite meal.

T for Texts - How often do they text? How do they react when they receive texts from their partner?  Everyone can tell when Rafael gets a text from you. It always leaves a goofy grin on his face, Liv loves to make fun of him for it. The two of you are constantly messaging each other. It lets the other know you are thinking about them.

U for Unity - How well do they work with their partner? Do they make a good team?  You and Rafael make the best team. You fit together and work so well together not just personally but professionally too. It’s because you are so different you just work together perfectly.

V for Vacation - Favourite vacation spot to take their partner?  Rafael loves to take you to Miami. His family that made it to the states from Cuba live in Miami so he loves to be able to spend time with them as well as you but he always loves to be able to relax in the Florida sun.

W for When -  At what point do they move into together? What kind of place? etc Like I said the two of you move in relatively quickly but it just makes sense. What’s the point of having an apartment if you are only there half of the time? The two of you get a 3 bedroom apartment in Manhattan - your bedroom, a spare room and an office for Rafael. Though you know it won’t be your home forever once kids start coming along...

X for X-ray - What is their favourite body part on their partner?  Rafael loves everything about you but if he had to pick one thing it would be your eyes. He loves the way you look at him and he can always tell how you are feeling by them. It makes his heart fill with joy when he notices your eyes brighten when you see him.

Y for you - A random headcanon about your relationship.  Sunday mornings When you both manage to get a Sunday off it is 100% spent in bed. The whole day. Besides getting up for the bathroom and food, you are in bed. Legs intertwined, your head laying on his chest as your fingers draw small patterns on his skin, completely and utterly relaxed.

Z for Zoom - Zoom into the future, what does your future look like?  A house in the suburbs big enough for your family with at least 3 kids - you want 3 anymore after that is a blessing. You’d definitely have a dog and despite Rafael saying that it’s not allowed on the bed, you’d definitely come home after a night shift to see Rafael and the dog sleeping in bed together.

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Hello it me again, I L O V E your longer reacts and ur writing is just amazing. I would die if u did the interested! companions (+Deacon) reacting to sole almost dying but barely surviving like they get knocked out or have a really bad injury and go into surgery and wake up alright (totally up to u!) And it just being real angsty and sad. Sorry if this is a lil confusing I hope you have fun with this prompt and thank u for reading anyway. 💕

(sorry if im taking too many liberties and artistic choices with the replies but i want to make them unique, also kinda lost wind at the end cause theyre kinda long)

Cait is a furious mess in the waiting room, refusing to leave until she can see Sole again. It had just been a lucky shot by a lucking fucking raider but it’s enough to turn everything upside down and Cait wishes she hadn’t had to pick up Sole and run the hell out of there and instead could give that raider the beating of a lifetime. To soothe her nerve she plans out how to track them down and imagines what she’ll do to them.

It takes a few hours of silence from the operating room until the doctor finally emerges and she’s close to wrestling the poor guy down to ask what took so long but she keeps her cool, the way Sole told her to. It seems that Sole will recover without any lasting injuries but he requests that she lets them rest which she scoffs at, and pushes back the man so she can see them.

The doctor obviously can’t convince her to leave and instead resigns to at least getting her a chair. Cait spends the rest of the night and day sitting next to Sole, sobbing into their sheets when she knows they won’t notice. She holds their hand, feels their warmth and lets that be the thing that calms her down.

Once Sole wakes up though, she won’t be so vulnerable. They’re going to get an earful from her about being so careless and she’ll make sure they know that’s not going to fucking happen again.

Curie regrets becoming a human when she’s alone in the field with a Sole that might be bleeding out infront of her. She hates how her hands shake, how sickly cold she feels and how warm their blood feels on her hands as she tries to put pressure on the wound.

Her brain switches from a logical approach to a terrified one, between what she can do and has to do and what might happen if she does it wrong and she wishes she still had a stone cold approach to an injured patient. Instead it’s Sole. She might lose them for real and she feels a lump in her throat grow.

Thankfully Sole has passed out, for better or worse, and Curie puts a cloth over their face to make them anonymous. She brings out an emergency toolkit and some stimpaks and forces a deep breath. It takes a great mental strength to force her fear away so that she can get to work but soon she focuses only on the wound. She makes sure it’s clean, nothings stuck inside and she carefully administers the stimpak inside to out, letting the cellular regeneration slowly close the wound from inside.

Once she’s done she sits down, removes the cloth from their face to wipe her hands but she can’t bring herself to move. She feels sick and nauseous, something she never thought she’d feel doing something as natural as that. When Sole wakes up she’ll force herself to come back but for now she just sits and tries not to think about her hands inside Soles abdomen with their life hanging on a thread.

Danse doesn’t notice anything wrong at first. He’s been trained to take the situation seriously and never celebrate until they’re safe home again but it’s been a while since he’s been a soldier and it’s hard not to celebrate around Sole. So he doesn’t notice that not everyone is dead.

Sole makes a remark about the awful outfit the dead man infront of them has on and Danse chuckles and turns around to relieve the other man of his ammunition. He doesn’t hear the grunts of a survivor and he doesn’t hear them approaching but he hears the crunch of a blunt object connecting with Soles scalp. It echoes for weeks afterwards.

He quickly eliminates the threat but Sole has already slumped together on the floor, blood quickly pooling beneath them and he has never been this scared before. He does what he can to… keep the pieces together and he picks them up to bring them back somewhere safe. They don’t wake up for a while.

It’s not until Sole slowly blinks their eyes open in the safety of their home that he finally allows himself to cry. He sobs through an apology, begs them to please forgive him, while they softly comb his hair with their fingers, waiting to figure out what happened.

Deacon is the king of pranking and is pleased to have finally found a worthy opponent in Sole. It can range from placing a whopee cushion under their seat to staging a lovers spat in a full bar and he is living for it. So when Sole is dramatically complaining about the burning heat he just laughs and tells them to cool off.

With a smirk they toss him their jacket and pack and dive into the waters they’ve been travelling next to and he laughs louder for the sheer drama of it. What a match made in heaven. He waits for Sole to reemerge to splash him down but they dont and instead the surface grows still. Until their body slowly floats to the surface and he prays it’s just another prank.

It could be. Sole knows how to get under his skin. But there’s red leaking into the water from their head and he takes a look into the murky water and finds it filled with large rocks hidden just below. Quickly he throws himself in to pull them out, dragging them onto the dusty road.

The cut on their head isn’t deep and won’t be lethal but they’re unconscious and he’s struggling with what to do. He vaguely remembers how to do CPR and gets started, trying not to lose his shit in the process. He ends up getting water spat in his face but Sole coughing is music to his ears. He allows himself to hold on to their shoulder for a second longer than he needs to before he forces out a laugh.

“Did you cool down?”

Hancock likes being a little reckless, it’s good for the soul. Gets you out of your comfort zone and helps you sharpen up. Plus it’s fun. So Hancock’s not exactly complaining when he takes up with Sole who isn’t afraid of a fight, on the contrary; he downright loves it.

It can range from switching from guns to a fistfight just for the hell of it or batting baseball grenades into a super mutan stronghold just because they can. So when Sole suggests a shortcut from the roof of a three story building to the bus below he doesn’t think much of it. He declines it himself, knowing he doesn’t have it in him to do it but Sole has survived much worse with barely a scratch.

Except he sees them get ready and they leap like a bird ready to take flight but instead of a thud of them landing on the roof he hears glass breaking. He hurries to the ledge and finds Sole in a pile of broken glass and blood, staring at their bloodsoaked hands in shock. Somehow they landed on the sunroof window and fell through the bus.

Suddenly he can’t breathe and he feels ants crawling all over him and he doesn’t care that it’s not even reckless, it’s just stupid, but he throws himself off the edge onto the bus as well. Luckily the wounds are only superficial and Sole recovers quickly with carefully placed stimpaks but he shakes for hours afterwards with the image of a slashed Sole below him. It could’ve been worse, it looked worse, and sometimes he can’t shake the feeling that it was worse and he’s living in a comfort high to cope with it.

MacCready has always been afraid of ferals, even before that happened. It’s knowing they used to be people that terrifies him the most, the idea that there used to be a person inside and now there’s nothing but rot. That they’re just creatures, full of rage and hunger.

Usually when there’s a group of them Sole allows him to fall back and let them deal with it, much to his relief. The sounds they make, the shuffling of their feet on their ground. Everything comes back in vivid detail and he feels sick to his stomach. But this time it’s different. Maybe there’s one too many or maybe Sole is having an off day but they overwhelm them.

He hears Sole screaming as they’re wrestled to the ground, ferals biting and scratching through their clothes to get to their skin. He barely remembers what comes next, in his mind he’s trapped back with Lucy trying to save Duncan but when he comes to again his hands are bloody and torn.

The whole thing comes flooding back and he assumes the worst, reliving his nightmare again but he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder. Sole is behind him, standing behind the couch he’s suddenly in, and they’re clearly wounded but alright. He sees bitemarks on them and fights the urge to cry but the tears come anyway. At least this time he could save Sole before they got them.

Piper knows she’s not winning any popularity contests in Diamond City but she’s surprised at how many people seem opposed to Sole specifically. On a good night they’ll be left alone, maybe swap some stories with some random passerby, but more often than not someone has to voice their opinion.

Sole is used to it by now and tries to take it in stride. Theres plenty of drunk idiots at the Dugout Inn and there’s no reason to deal with all of them. This time, however, it doesn’t seem to be enough. Sole turns around to ask them to please leave but the person in question brings out a knife and stabs them in the abdomen.

Piper can’t help but to scream and rush to catch Sole who clutches their stomach and stumbles backwards with blood gushing out from their fingers. The person quickly scatters in the crowd but Piper doesn’t care. She screams for help and luckily people may dislike Sole but not that many dislike them enough to want to see them dead and someone gets a cloth to press on the wound.

Soles spends a few weeks in bed, resting and moaning everytime they turn around in bed and everytime Piper feels a sickening guilt spill over. It could’ve been worse. A knife in your stomach is more often than not lethal. She has to pay more attention, she owes that to Sole. Piper keeps thinking what life would be like if Sole died and everytime it makes her sob into her scarf.

Preston believes in the best of people and that no one is above another. Luckily Sole believes the same. They almost feel like a reward for all the horrible things he’s had to endure and he can’t tell them enough how glad he is they’re with him.

He doesn’t want to imagine the place he’d be in if it hadn’t been for them saving him. But when Sole neglects to tend to a minor wound that ends up infected, it’s all he thinks about. What if this is it? What if the universe is taking back his one good thing, the one glowing ember in the ashes?

Preston doesn’t know how to act. Things seem to move on in the rest of the world, people take care of themselves in the settlements that Sole built, but for Preston nothing is moving. He barely breathes. He sits by their bed and wipes the feversweat from their forehead, he talks to them when they’re in such deep sleep it looks like death.

Will he sit by their grave like this too?

Gage has seen Sole do some pretty fucked up things and come out of it more or less unharmed. It seems like nothing really cuts them deep enough to make a dent which seems perfect for a troublemaker.

Who would’ve known a simple antbite would be enough to make them fall deathly ill and lie in bed for several weeks? Their leg swells up to twice its size and it turns an awful purple shade while a fever rages in their body, making him think for sure that’s that. No coming back from that one.

He doesn’t really know how to feel about it. He hasn’t really cared enough about someone else before and the way he’s feeling now he doesn’t think he ever will. Gage is more angry than anything, but not at Sole. He’s furious that something as inane as a bugbite might take them out when they’ve done so many incredible things normal humans shouldn’t be able to.

But more than that he’s angry to think he might end up alone again. As pathetic as it makes him sound, he needs them. Their comfort, their company… their laughter. He sits outside their room most of the time, unable to face them but unable to leave. All he can do is hope that the chems he’s scavenged are enough.

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][Valentine's Day Alphabet for Sal][ A || B || C || D || E || F || G || J || K || L || N || O || P || S || V || X || Y || Z

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A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

He's so mean but affectionate bumps against you and constant teasing. Sal gives you a personalised nickname and he's like that one cat that runs and slams your room door open. He likes giving the occasional piece of jewelry that he steals and definitely a lot of kisses and dragging someone into his own touches and comfort. He likes things at his own pace.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Oh yeah, he has a soft spot for bouquets because they're the Big Thing of romance. Sal hides it because he knows that its dumb and cheesy to like bouquets but if Rhys got him one? Bashful stuttering and name calling but he absolutely gives them water and tries to keep them alive for a long time while brushing his fingers against them. He obviously loves purple flowers but Sal admittedly likes roses because they are the Romance Icon.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Y es. It's the number one way Rhys can get normal affection out of Sal (Rhys: the bigger the treat, the longer I can love him because it takes him longer to get through it). Thoguh it's so hard to pick a specific??? Sal just...loves chocolate. He's that guy who says that his favourite is whatever he's eaten less than five minutes ago.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Probably going out to somewhere that's busy and drinking, something that can easily be passed off as a get between for friends more than a date. So definitely going out to a fair or clubbing rather than a dinner between him and Rhys. Though, Sal wouldn't argue against having take out and watching a movie in the dark. He definitely likes being with someone who can joke about and tease him.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Depsite what he says, Sal does enjoy hugs. He likes the warmth and the way he feels...closed in but in a good way. It's nothing like being pinned down and forcefully reminded that he's weak beyond his powers. Hugs are nice and Sal can relax into them and just be safe for a moment. His hugs are warm and Sal tends to grab on and spend a few moments burying his face into your neck to enjoy the moments of quiet.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Sal's flirting is rather smooth when he wants to be and a lot of the time it's rather sexual. Over time with someone, he knows exactly what buttons to push so that really helps in getting what he wants out of them. Rhys is easy to flirt with because Sal knows that he loves it when he's being mean.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Sal isn't all that good at gift giving, mostly because he doesn't have the exact idea on what people could want. Mostly because his first reaction is jewelry or his body. Sal also doesn't have the best reactions if someone doesn't like his gifts since it's just a sign that "oh the don't want my stuff??? They don't want me" mentality.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

For sure, Sal cannot stand the idea of sharing anyone because it's only a matter of time before they release they're better off without him or they want him to leave so they can have something special. He's desperate for wanting to be kept or stay around and this rears its head in very ugly manners.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Sal likes to pride himself on his kisses because he likes showing off to his partner and that he can show them a good time. He likes taking advantage of what his partner enjoys. Plus he has a very hot mouth so that's always fun to make out with.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

He loves his owls because they're his and Sal loves everyone at his work for being the fun friends he never had. He especially loves Bex for being the one to give him his job and to be so...loving. He loves her in the way Sal hasn't loved someone in a very long time.

Sal still loves his family depsite everything. He wants to go back one day and see whether his father made a grave for his sister (oh the woes of not being told that your sister lived). He misses his dad more than Sal would ever like to admit.

And admittedly, Sal still loves Cecil in a way. She groomed him and raped him, but it still doesn't wipe away memories of her giving him outfits and teaching him dancing. Everything gets blurry when he thinks back on her and what exactly he felt, but Sal figures that there's no point, not when Rhys is there.

Rhys is...he's a lot. Sal finds himself eager to see him and looks forward to anything Rhys has to say. He enjoys the warmth of leaning against Rhys and feeling hands stroke his hair and rub his back and the kisses on his back and neck. He loves the hot angry sex and has a growing fondness for the giggly softer sex that they have so rarely but Sal finds himself aching more for. He has more fantasies of kissing Rhys and being held now and that's absolutely horrifying.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

Sal is, as you know, very dominating and charge taking. He knows that he wants the power and can't trust anyone else with it so its much better to have Rhys on his back and moaning from Sal's actions and Sal's entire being. He likes sex as a power playing game that he'll win or die trying or as something to play and punish Rhys for. He likes having attention on himself and Sal enjoys making Rhys feel real good and to make him not want anyone else.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

If you're looking for someone to talk shit? Then Sal has an excellent array of insults and jabs. However, he isn't so nearly eloquent in discussing his feelings or telling Rhys stuff. It causes Sal a little frustration that he'll never really say anything that's as meaningful or good sounding as Rhys does.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

He wants someone who's pretty because Sal is shallow but also because if they're pretty, it means that they understand the effort he puts into his appearance and will probably put in just as much effort. Though Sal ruins that by constantly looking for people who tend to be dangerous and bad for him. He needs his other braincell so he can have someone to bounce and perform terrible ideas with.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Not exactly? Sal wasn't really allowed to interact with many kids because Giles was afraid that he'd give away Perigee so he was always kept close by. Doesn't mean that Sal didn't pay attention to the kids around him and form a small crush on a girl dropped her ball and asked for Sal to pass it back one time. She did it every time he came and it was Sal's favourite part of visiting the human town until Giles caught on and made Sal move to the other side of him and started passing the ball back instead.

The girl stopped doing it eventually and stopped looking at Sal when she noticed that his skin started gaining pitch black pigments among the bone white.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Annoyed by it. It's a holiday where he has to work longer hours because of the lonely souls there and it's a time where he's gotta set up three different dates because his scams want to take him out that night. Also, he does not look good in red lingerie (in Sal's own opinion) and he always needs to take the next day of to sleep over the extra use of his power and any possible injuries.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

He does use them and often they tend to be something to annoy someone or something to show his affection of them. Sal is fifty/fifty about his own pet names depending on how offensive they may be. All nicknames regarding his height earn Sal's ire but Starshine? He's gotten soft for it, much to his own chargin.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

If possessive counts as protective? Then yes. Sal gets anxious if he thinks Rhys might be in danger or doing dangerous shit so this leads to overly aggressive displays of affection and Sal attempting to bully Rhys into staying safe and doing whatever dangerous thing himself. Yeah, he's soft, but he can also explode into a red hot alien Rhys!! No he isn't crying, shut your face and hide in his bed to put that mouth to some good use and practice on a dildo u stupid moonass!!

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

Sal likes bragging that he's slept with hundreds but really it's only around twenty or so. It's a lot harder to find people who would let a 4'9 pretty boy fuck them and Sal has a harder time with women after Cecil. Add the alien shit??? And that's how most of his late nights are with people who ask him to "probe" them and proving themselves enough for him to take them to his home planet. He always feels a little empty after these nights so of course Rhys has become his favourite man ever.

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                                         ROSALIE PAIGE KILLIAN 

attention

she’d say that it’s never intentional, but attention is something that rosie can hardly go without. it’s something that the young woman needs as much as she needs air and she knows how to demand it, command it and most importantly get it.

baking

rosie’s has an interesting habit of stress baking if she ever starts showing up with different types of cookies and cupcakes then it is safe to assume that something is going on.

cricket

her father’s nickname for her, he said that it was because she always has a way of filling the silence and even when you can’t hear anything else, you can hear her. rosie isn’t too fond of the nickname, which is probably why some other family members had picked it up.

dance

as a child, rosie had studied different types of dances. ballet, jazz, hip-hop and modern dance had been the ones she had mainly focused on. she no longer dances as much as she used to, but it’s one of her loves.

excitement 

one of those people who seemed to get excited about practically everything, rosie’s excitement can get contagious, it’s a hyper kind of behaviour that cheers on seemingly nothing, yet it’s semi-addictive.

fashion

a born fashionista, her instagram is basically a lookbook where she constantly upload different outfits, hairstyles and make up, sometimes not even because she’s going anywhere.

god

rosie is hardly a believer, but she did grow up in a very chatholic family and under their values, she might not have ended up being the perfect girl under their rules and those days is as far away from god as she could get, but in a way it’s a part of her.

home

home is where the heart is, or where it should have been at the very least. boston had became her home because of a guy she met in college, they got married one drunken night and tried to make it work. now home is a bit toxic, but count on rosie to smile through it.

irony

what rosie would describe her life as, a great display of irony. she used to insist that she won’t become exactly what people thought of her, or that certain things won’t go each way. in the end, she’s almost always wrong and so leaving her life with a lingering sense of irony.

jellybean

it’s the name of her four year old toy poodle, he’s adorable and fluffy and he has over 10k followers on instagram, thank you very much.

karma

probably one of the things that rosie believes in the most, everything is bound to come back to you. 

love

as a child, rosie was a hopeless romantic and despite the fact that many would still describe her as such, she kind of lost hope that love is real. she got her heart broken one too many times.

milk

she’s terribly allergic, it is a one-way road for disaster for her. it used to cause so much headache to her parents and her teachers, but she knows how to live with it now.

nasa

she doesn’t look that way and most people would be surprised, but she used to go to nasa’s summer camp as a child. odd for a dancer, but she was always fascinated by space.

oh my god

almost as bad as janice from friends, but not really. it’s an ongoing joke between her and her friends, but if anything it’s just part of her personality by this point.

purple

rosie’s favourite colour, she tried to explain it once but it didn’t really work, something about how purple could be both warm and cold, she said.

quirky 

perhaps a great way to describe this young woman. she’s far from normal, not that she understand it really, but defiantly someone who lives a little in her own world and by her own rules.

roxanne

the bane of rosie’s existence, or in other words her twin sister - her annoyingly so much better at everything twin sister. roxy and rosie had always been considered to be quite the opposites and to this day, they don’t really get along.

sleep

not something that rosie talks about quite often, but she had been suffering from sleep paralysis for a couple of years now, started when she was eighteen. 

thunder

terribly terrified of those, she cannot close an eye during a thunderstorm and is more than likely to search for a warm body to cling on. yes, it’s childish, no she doesn’t care.

ultimatums 

there is nothing that she hates more than people giving other ultimatums, it feels so egoistic in her eyes. it’s usually a great way to make rosie do the exact opposite.

vain

she is a bit vain and she knows it, it’s never meant to cause any harm to others but sometimes rosie doesn’t shut her mouth quick enough. or make unintentional comments about other’s appearance. 

where

at the moment, rosie has no idea where her life is headed, she had lost all sense of direction and pretty much just tries her best to pretend that she knows what she’s doing and in which direction she is headed.

ex

like many people, rosie too have that one ex that she would never completely be over with. he’s someone who constantly finds his way into her life, with both of them thinking that ‘of course they can be just friends’. never worked.

you are

good question, rosie is hard at work to figure it out. in a way, she had always been what other people thought about her, her constant need for attention and affection ensuring it. but she does wish to learn who she is under it all.

zodiac

rosie was born a socripo. she had a period of time when she thought that zodiac signs mattered, but lost faith when like many other things it had failed her.

[d0gdaze]

Reddie fanfic where Eddie accidentally texts Richie (or Richie to eddie) and they become internet friends and then accidentally meet irl?

doing this as headcanons because i’ll never finish it if i write a proper thing aythey’re over 18 :v

- eddie’s phone starts going off at like 2am one night and wakes him up

- it’s an unknown number and he almost just ignores it, but he’s curious so he unlocks his phone

-  >‘u awake?? kinda wanna go to that food truck’

- eddie texts back ‘sorry, i think you have the wrong number.’

- he rolls over and tries to go back to sleep but then it buzzes again

-  >‘lmaooooo but srsly did u wanna? bev wont come w me’

- ‘no seriously, you have the wrong number.’

- there’s no response for a while so he closes his eyes but just as he’s about to drift off again it starts going off

-  >‘haha’

-  >‘wait fr??’

-  >‘but this is stans new number’

-  >‘nah ur just messing w me right? stan getting off a good one ;)) anyway, food truck?? y or n’

- ‘dude this really isn’t stan lol’

-  >‘prove it’

- he turns on the lamp on his bedside table and takes a selfie with his face half buried in the pillow and sends it

- ‘not stan’

-  >’oh shit u were serious’

-  >’sorry lmao’

-  >’ur rlly cute’

-  >’whats ur name?? obviously not stan ahahaha’

- eddie is pretty awake now so like,, may as well entertain himself y’know

- ‘how do i know you’re not some old creep though :/’

-  >’oof how dare u’

-  a picture sends through, a selfie of the dude and he’s got a fuckn,, manbun and glasses and he’s sticking his tongue out and doing the ‘hang loose’ sign with his hand

-  eddie is lowkey shook bc damn

-  >’i’m richie’

- ‘eddie’

-  >’aw cute :)’

-  >’like eddie spaghetti’

- ‘no’

-  >’so what r u up to??’

- ‘well i was sleeping but not anymore..’

-  >’oh sorry for waking u up’

-  >’u can go back to sleep if u want aha’

-  >’im gonna try and find stans number anyway’

- ‘good luck with that.’

-  >’night eddie spaghetti :)

- ‘goodnight.’

- he wakes up the next morning and there’s a new message that was sent at 3am and it’s a photo of richie and someone else in front of a food truck

-  >’found stan, we got deep fried marsbars :)’

- so yeaH anyway they start texting pretty regularly for a couple weeks, usually just richie sending him photos of random things or telling him stories about stuff stan or bev did, and eddie never really has anything very interesting to say because his life is basically work and college, but richie doesn’t mind

- ‘if all you’re gonna do is send me photos you may as well have my snapchat,, it’ll be a lot easier’

-  >’haha smooth ;)’

- ‘shut up’

- so now they’re snapchatting all the time and they start up a streak

- eddie barely ever sends selfies, he’s that guy to just cover the camera or take a photo of the ceiling or a chair or something, but when he does send selfies richie screenshots all of them

- he thinks it’s kinda weird but then again he’s screenshotted a lot of richie’s selfies because he gets twenty seven of them a day

- after like three weeks richie asks when they’re gonna meet up

- eddie’s like :V because he’s still lowkey paranoid about it like this guy’s still a sTRANGER

- richie’s really chill about it he doesn’t want to pressure him into doing anything and he’s cool with just texting and stuff ((but he’s lowkey got a massive fucking crush))

- it’s been like a month and a half since they started talking and eddie is at work at the pharmacy and fuckin,,, richie walks in

- eddie freaks out and runs to another aisle and pretends to be stacking shelves for a few minutes but then

- “holy shit”

- richie’s standing there wearing the wORST outfit ever he’s got a bright pink hawaiian shirt over a tank top and neon yellow shorts and probably crocs let’s be honest and he’s like over six foot?? what??

- eddie is kinda in awe tho because somehow he’s pulling it off?

- “eddie?!”

- “h-hey”

- “you’re a lot shorter than i thought you’d be”

- “um- thanks?”

- “when do you get off? work, i mean”

- eddie just gawking and flustered beyond anything

- *voice crack* “in half an hour”

- “cool, i’ll swing back around then ;)”

- how did he say an emoji out loud wtf

- he leaves and eddie fucking trips himself up

- anYWAYS richie comes back after his shift and picks him up and they talk

- it’s kinda awkward at first because eddie’s intimidated af but it gets more comfortable after a bit and soon they’re laughing really hard

- they go to the food truck richie is somewhat obsessed with and get waffle fries

- richie posts a selfie of them on his sc story labelled ‘united at last

this is bad i ran out of ideas bsfjkda but yay

[amylillian22]

Detention - Theo Raeken

Requested by @ayee-style - Hi!Can u do one with Theo and the reader where the 2 of them have this tension and everyone knows it.but both of them has had a heated kiss b4 and a few days after she sees Theo with Tracey being too friendly towards each other then the reader gets angry but doesnt want to lose her pride so she pretends like she doesn't care.You can end it how u feel is bestANYWAYS idk if there is something out there like this request but if there is and u choose not to write it can u give me some links?Thx ily!

Word Count: 3,977

Proofread: No

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: Okay, so this came out longer than I planned because I couldn’t help myself with all the flirting and then fluff. I love a fluffy Theo, haha. Also, I changed it up a little bit, I hope you don’t mind.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

I looked up from my textbook to see Theo walking in the library. It was like a scene from one of the many rom-com movies I’ve seen where everything suddenly seemed to go in slow motion as my heartbeat increased by the second. He didn’t have a backpack or any books on his hands, clearly he not prepared to be at the library. Yet, he somehow made that look cool and it made him seem like such a bad boy.

Theo walked up to the circulation desk and talked to the librarian, Mrs. Walker. It’s moments like this where I wished I had werewolf hearing to find out why he was here. He seemed so intrigued by the young librarian. Sadly, our librarian wasn’t some old lady with a full head of white hair. She wore huge, ugly bifocal framed glasses with a pretty jewel chain around her neck incase her glasses fell.

Nope. Our librarian was young and hot. She was slim, wore high heels with her tight pencil skirts. She had long dirty blonde hair and she styled it with beautiful, big waves or tied it back in a high ponytail. She made either look absolutely flawless, along with her make-up. When I grow up, I wanted to be just like her, the woman the guys couldn’t keep their eyes off of.

My eyes flickered back to Theo. He was wearing tight black jeans, a white V-neck shirt underneath his grey hoodie. It was a causal outfit and it showed off his amazing fit figure. I closed my legs together as I began to wonder what he must look like shirtless. I imagine his chest broad and tight with washboard abs, the kind you can’t keep your hands off of.

I felt my eyes ready to pop out as Theo turned around and locked eyes with mine. I quickly looked down at my textbook, hoping the ground would swallow me whole since I was clearly busted from admiring him.

Get it together, I told myself.

I scanned at my next math problem before I grabbed my pencil and tried to solve the problem on my notebook. A shadow appeared on my paper, making me look up. I swallowed hard as Theo smirked at me.

“What are you working on?” He asked as he made himself comfortable in the chair next to mine.

I cleared my throat as I sat up straight. “Mrs. Abbott’s study guide. I have an exam next week.”

Theo leaned in close; close enough to smell me. I silently prayed I still had some strawberry champagne body spray on after running across campus to avoid being tardy for Mrs. Abbott’s class again.

“Need any help?” He offered.

I shook my head. “No, thanks.”

“I’m here for anything you need.” His voice was deep and almost husky; giving me the impression his statement had a double meaning to it. I turned to face him and saw a sparkle in his eyes before they flickered to my lips. I bit my lip, refusing to believe he wanted to kiss me.

“Don’t do that,” he said.

“Do what?” I asked.

“Bite your lip.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s sexy as hell.”

“Oh,” my cheeks heated up, no doubt turning a dark shade of pink. As if my mind was on autopilot and I had no control over it, I bit my lip again. I didn’t do it on purpose. It was a nervous habit and his straightforwardness was making me extremely nervous.

He cupped my cheek, bringing my eyes back to his. He gently pulled my bottom lip from my teeth before brushing his thumb against it. “It’s a turn on. Quit it.”

I looked into his dark, lust filled eyes. I couldn’t help but smirk. The hottest guy in school was literally an inch away from my face. He was so close, I could feel his warm, minty breath against my lips. He could have any girl in the world, yet somehow he was right in front of me.

“What are you doing to do if I did it again?” I asked lowly against his lips. I had no idea where this sudden, new confidence came from, but I kind of liked it.

“Y/N...” he growled lowly.

I leaned in and ghosted my lips against the shell of his ear. “Are you going to punish me? Maybe spank me?”

Theo growled as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of my seat. I tried to keep up with his pace as he walked towards the back section of the library, where no one goes except for making out. Before I could say anything, Theo pushed me against the dusty books and mashed his lips against mine, his teeth hitting mine in the process. His hands gripped my hips and pulled them against his. I hesitated for a second, unsure where my hands were supposed to go, but then I remembered what I’ve seen in the movies.

My hand slipped into his soft hair as the other rested on his chest before slowly running down his shirt, feeling the outline of his hard muscles. Theo’s hand moved from my hip and around my butt cheek, giving it a hard smack before squeezing it. I gasped at the sudden sensation. Theo’s tongue slipped in, exploring every inch of my mouth.

Theo growled as I bucked my hips against his and slid my hand underneath his shirt. I moaned as the vibrations from his growl tingled throughout my body. My fingers trailed up his happy trail and traced his abs. My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

The sound of someone clearing their throat loudly caused me to push Theo off of me, and made him stumble back. My chest heaved as I unable to control my breathing. My eyes landed on Mrs. Walker, who looked furious with her arms crossed tightly to her chest. I immediately stood up straight and adjusted my shirt. I silently prayed my cheeks weren’t red as tomatoes and my lips didn’t look as swollen as they felt.

“Detention. All week. Starting tomorrow,” she said sternly.

I quickly walked away without looking at either of them. I went back to my table and grabbed my stuff, not bothering to wait for Theo. I had never felt so embarrassed in my life. This was so unlike me. I was never one to dirty talk with a boy, let alone one that looks like a Greek God. Also, I certainly wasn’t one to get into an intense and hot make-out session during school hours in a public place.

I rushed out of the library as the final bell rang. School was done for the day and I couldn’t be more thrilled. I powerwalked to the students’ parking lot and found my neighbor and best friend walking towards to his car.

“Perfect timing,” Corey smiled the second he saw me.

“Get in! Quick!” I said as I picked up my pace to the passenger side. “And start the car!”

Corey, the sweet innocent person that he is, panicked at my urgency, but still did what he was told to do without any hesitation. When I closed the door and fastened my seatbelt, Corey put the car in drive.

As soon as we got out of the parking lot, I blurted, “I just made out with Theo. I got a week of detention for getting hot and heavy with him in the back of the library and I’m pretty sure if Mrs. Walker hadn’t caught us, we would have at least gone to second base.” The car swerved a little as I rambled non-stop. I looked over to see Corey’s eyes ready to pop.

“You and the hottest guy...?” He asked as he tried to say focus on the road.

“I don’t believe it either.”

“You realize you just had your first kiss, right?”

This time, my eyes widened. I was so caught up in the high that came with making out with Theo that I didn’t even take a moment to remember I just had my first kiss.

“Holy. Shit.”

“Was the kiss that good or that bad? I can’t tell.”

“Good. Amazing!” I gush for a second. “Not that I have anything to compare it with, but it was amazing, Corey. The crazy part is I knew what I was doing. Like I knew how to kiss a boy! My lips actually knew what they were supposed to do and they did it. The kiss wasn’t awkward or weird. It was insanely amazing. The only embarrassing part was the slight dirty talk. I said something I would have never said in my wildest dreams! It’s like the spirit of a kinky woman took over my body and gave me this unbelievable confidence I never knew I had.”

“I think you watch way to many rom-com movies,” Corey shook his head.

I couldn’t help but sigh as I remembered how perfect Theo’s lips molded against mine. “Don’t burst my bubble.”

“Do you think you’ll kiss him again?”

Suddenly I remembered how fast I bolted from Theo, as if he had the plague or something. I didn’t exchange numbers or kiss him goodbye to make him want more.

Make him what more? I thought to myself. Who are you and what have you done to Y/N?!

“Ugh,” I groan. “I doubt it. I rushed out before we could say anything. The ground should just swallow me whole to save me from all this embarrassment.”

“Dramatic much?” He chuckled as he parked the car in his driveway.

“Hey!” I snapped and looked at him. “You would be too if you have insecurities and weren’t as experienced with certain stuff. So, excuse me for thinking I’ll never kiss the hottest guy in school again because there are prettier and more experienced girls Theo would rather be interested in.”

“Hey,” Corey said softly as he grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “You are the most amazing girl I know. If he doesn’t see that, then that’s his loss, not yours, okay? There are plenty of other hot guys who would appreciate and love you for you.”

I sighed with a small smile. “Thanks, Corey.”

“Anytime.”

For the past three days, I avoided Theo at school, especially during detention. I couldn’t face the humiliation. Since I already spend my last class at the library for study hall, my homework would be done by the time detention started after school. I would be upstairs shelving books to help Mrs. Walker while Theo would be downstairs sitting on a table doing homework. Occasionally, he caught me looking at him and I would turn around as if I wasn’t remembering his amazing, soft lips against mine.

While shelving books, I often wondered what would have happened if Mrs. Walker hadn’t caught us. Would we be making out everyday? Would he have asked me out? Would we be one of those annoying but cute couples that walked around campus holding hands and stealing kisses? Would he always have an arm around me, not because he wanted to make sure every guy knew I was his, but also because he secretly loved doing it? Would his hands roam around every itch of my-

“Y/N!” Corey hissed, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Look,” he whispered and nodded towards the direction he wanted me to check out.

I causally looked behind me and immediately saw Theo leaning against the lockers as Traci twirled her hair with her finger. Her smile was huge and she couldn’t stop batting her eyelashes at him. Worse of all, they were standing right next my classroom door. There was no way to avoid them and I wasn’t going to risk getting more detention for being late.

“Did you know he was,” Corey paused for a second, trying to figure out his next choice of words, “whatever with Traci?”

“Nope,” I popped the ‘p’ with my lips. “Honestly, I don’t care,” I lied, trying to convince myself I didn’t care about the hottest guy in school. “Theo is welcome to fool around with whoever he wants.”

For a split second, I saw Theo’s smile falter before he quickly started chuckling with Traci and ran his hand up her arm. Apparently that didn’t go unnoticed by Corey either.

“Did you see that?” He asked. “He’s totally making you jealous.”

My heart skipped a beat. Was it possible he was trying to make me jealous because he liked me too?

Yeah right.

I rolled my eyes as I started walking towards my class. “I doubt it.”

“Hey, Y/N!” Traci smiled as she saw me approaching the door.

“Hey, Traci!” I matched her fake high-pitched voice.

Theo causally nodded his head once as his eyes flickered towards me. “Sup?”

In a rom-com movie, the girl would have died on the inside because the hot guy knowledge the unpopular girl. However, deep down, I was furious. I couldn’t believe he was flirting with Traci when we just made out a few days ago.

“Hey, Theo,” I said casually, barely pretending to care about him.

“I have study hall right now, but I’ll be right here to pick you up after class,” Theo told Traci as I walked through the door, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. Truthfully, his words brought a pang to my heart. That was me he was supposed to wait for between classes. Not Traci.

The final bell rang as I finished the last of my homework. I quickly put my things away in my backpack, getting ready to avoid Theo. I walked over to the front desk and let Mrs. Walker know I was ready to shelve books.

“There are two carts upstairs that need to be shelved. There might be a couple of books that belong down here,” I nodded at the instructions she gave me. I was about to say something when I looked up and saw Theo from the window, walking towards the library. I turned on my heel and walked towards the stairs instead of talking to Mrs. Walker.

“Good afternoon, Theo,” Mrs. Walker said. “Take a seat.”

“Would it be okay if I worked at the table by the windows upstairs today?” I overheard Theo ask, which made my heart skip a beat.

Why would he want to work upstairs today? I thought to myself as he always did his homework on the table in front of the circulation desk where Mrs. Walker kept an eye on him.

“I’m sorry, but no,” she answered. I was happy, yet sad with her response.

“Why not?” Theo asked.

“Because Y/N is working upstairs and you two are the reason why you’re both in detention this week. I need to keep you two apart.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I quickly walked over to the shelf to keep myself busy.

About 45 minutes later, I had finished all the books upstairs. Like Mrs. Walker said, there were a few that belonged downstairs. I placed them on a small cart and walked towards the elevator. When the elevator doors opened, I saw Mrs. Walker helping a student with something on a computer. As I walked out, Theo’s head looked up from the book he was reading. I quickly looked away and walked towards the first section I had to go to put some of the books away.

“Mrs. Walker, can I use the restroom?” Theo asked as I put three books away.

“Of course,” Mrs. Walker said.

I walked around and put away seven more books. I grabbed the last book and read the call number. It was one I wasn’t familiar with and I didn’t know where it belonged. I looked at the shelves labeled with their call numbers. I walked around and noticed it was towards the back of the library.

As I got closer, I realized this book was supposed to be shelved in the back section where no one goes except for making out. Memories of what happened with Theo flashed through my mind, making my heart race and my mind blur.

“You should hear your heartbeat.” Not expecting him, or anyone really, I gasped and turned around quickly, making the book slip from my hand. With quick reflexes, Theo caught the book before it could hit the ground. “Tell me, Y/N, what’s making your heart race?”

I swallowed hard, silently cursing him for having werewolf hearing. “Nothing,” I lied.

“Why are you lying to me?”

Fuck.

“I’m not.”

Theo tilted his head and gave me a “really?” look. “Okay, then answer this, why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not-“

“Y/N,” Theo warned.

I sighed and looked down at my feet. “I am avoiding you.”

“Obviously, but I don’t understand why. I had a great time with you last time,” he said closing the gap between us. He had that spark in his eyes again; it was both terrifying and exciting at the same time.

I walked backwards until my back hit against the shelf. “Aren’t you with Traci now?”

Theo chuckled as he shook his head. “I was just using her to make you jealous.”

“You did?” I whispered.

“Doesn’t matter anyway, because it didn’t work,” Theo said taking a step back, looking away from me.

“It did.” Theo’s head snapped back, looking completely surprised. I nodded my head. “I hated that you were flirting with her. I tried not to let it get to me, because I’m a nobody and girls like us don’t get guys like you-“

“Shhhhh,” Theo shushed with his finger on my lips and his face now dangerously close to mine. “Don’t ever talk about yourself like that, okay?”

“Theo-“ I started to disagree.

“I’m serious, Y/N. You’re not a nobody. To everyone else you’re Y/N, but to me...” he swallowed hard as he inched closer to me, his nose brushing against mine. “You’re the beautiful girl I’ve been crushing on since I transferred.”

“Really? Me?” I whispered. Theo hummed in response. “But I’m so weird and awkward. I mean, I proved that to you all this week by avoiding you.”

“You’re not weird or awkward. You’re you, and that’s what I like-“

“Theo, I was embarrassed what happened the last time and then I just started overthinking and over analyzing everything....” I sighed and shook my head. I pushed him back slightly. “You don’t want me.”

“What were you embarrassed about?” He furrowed his eyebrows at me. “What had you overthinking and over analyzing everything?”

“Theo... I’ve never been kissed before until I kissed you. I have no experience. You don’t want me. You want someone else who knows what they’re doing-“

“You’ve never been kissed?” His eyebrows shot up.

“Please don’t make a big deal about this,” I sighed.

“I’m just surprised because - and I’m going to be completely honest with you, I’ve kissed several girls, but you were by far the best kiss I ever had.”

My eyes widened. “Really?” He nodded with a small smile. “I honestly didn’t even know what I was doing. I was so worried where my hands were supposed-“

“You seemed to know what you were doing,” he smirked, as he got closer. “And you definitely knew what to say.”

I buried my face in my hands. “Oh, God,” I mumbled with embarrassment. He pulled my hands from my face, no doubt seeing my red cheeks.

“What?” He asked confused. “Wait, is that way you were embarrassed and avoiding me?” I nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with a little dirty talk, Y/N.”

“It’s so unlike me. I have never said anything dirty in my life. I honestly don’t even know where I got that kind of confidence from,” I rambled before I realized something. “It’s you. You make me feel like a completely different person when I’m around you.”

“Is that a bad thing?” He asked worriedly.

I stared at him. “No... Not really?” I questioned, thinking more to myself.

“Why is that?”

I bit my lip. Theo narrowed his eyes at me. I quickly let go of my lip, remembering how this all started in the first place. “Because you make me feel something, Theo. Something I’ve never felt before.”

“Y/N,” he cupped my cheeks, making me lock my eyes with his, “I like you just the way you are. I don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,”

“Really?” I whispered.

“Yes,” he said honestly while never breaking eye contact.

I swallowed hard and nodded my head slightly. “Okay.”

He relaxed a little bit with his hands still cupping my cheeks. “Can I kiss you now? I’ve been dying to kiss you all week.”

I smiled as my cheeks heated up before leaning in. Theo closed the gap between us and kissed me. It was slow and tender. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, enjoying the bliss.

Never once breaking the kiss, Theo’s hands moved to my hips before snaking them around to pull me closer. His lips were perfect and soft, moving in a perfect rhythm with mine.

As perfect as this kiss was, my lungs were burning. I didn’t want to break the kiss, but I had to. I pulled my lips back, but pressed my forehead against his. Our warm breath intertwined against one other as we tried to catch our breath.

“Damn... “ He breathed. “Are you sure you’ve never kissed someone before?” I bit my bottom lip, as my cheeks grew hot again. He groaned and tugged my lip from my teeth. “I could kiss you over and over again. If I could, I would kiss you forever,” he said between kisses before his lips moved to my neck.

I cupped his cheeks, and lifted his head, our eyes instantly locked. “Theo-“

“Seriously?!” a voice startled me, causing me to push Theo away from me. I looked over his shoulder to see Mrs. Walker looking pissed, again. “You two are getting another week of detention and no more shelving for you, Y/N. You two will be seating at separate tables were I can keep an eye on both of you. Starting now.”

Theo and I followed her back to the front circulation desk, but when we reached it we noticed our hour of detention was over. She sighed and turned around to look at me. “Tomorrow during your study hall, you will shelve. Then, like Theo, you’ll do your homework after school when detention starts.”

I nodded as I grabbed my backpack. Theo grabbed his and grabbed my hand before walking out of the library together. I couldn’t stop the small smile on my face as we walked to the student’s parking lot.

“Is Corey taking you home?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I sighed once I pulled out my phone and noticed the time. ”He still has another hour of practice. So, I’ll probably watch him practice while I wait.”

“Or I could give you a ride,” he suggested with a smile as he tugged my hand and started waking towards his truck before I could say yes or no. Not that I would say no.

“I’d like that,” I smiled back at him.

Theo opened the door for me. After he closed it, he quickly walked over to the driver’s side. He put the keys in the ignition, but sighed before he turned on the truck. He turned around to face me.

“I need to tell you something.” His face looked serious and that scared me.

“Okay,” I said nervously.

“I’m the reason we got detention again.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

He sighed again. “When I realized flirting with Traci didn’t work, I went to the library during my study hall and I purposely pulled out a book from the back section. I placed it in one of the carts upstairs knowing you would shelve those. Then, when I saw the book in your hand to put it back on the shelf, I made the excuse to go to the bathroom when I really wanted to talk to you. I wanted to know what went wrong between us,” he rambled all in one breath.

The corner of my lips reached the corner of my eyes as I leaned forward and cupped Theo’s cheeks. I pulled him in and kissed him. “Are you sure it wasn’t to kiss me again?” I smirked.

“That too,” he smirked back. “Are you mad I got us detention again?”

I shook my head. “It’s totally worth it,” I said before I pulled him in for another kiss.

[cultgambles]

RFA: First Date Headcanons

more rfa shenanigans 

Yoosung

“Hey, MC,” he called you up a day after the party. “We haven’t really gone on our first proper date, have we? What do you say, wanna go have lunch at the park?”

“Sure, Yoosung. I’d love to!”

“How about I get you at 11:00am?”

“Sounds good! See you then babe!” *click*

His face is all red

Turns out Zen was in the room and he wrote on a bunch of flashcards on what to say. Yoosung skipped the “intro cards,” much to Zen’s dismay

You set out your favorite casual outfit, and Yoosung decided to just wear his usual attire.

Luckily, Rika’s apartment (well, yours now)was a 15 minute walk from the park.

He greeted you, sparkly as ever. He offered his free arm and you took it

You chose a spot on a little hill, right beneath a big tree

You helped him lay out the checkered blanket and you both enjoyed some sandwiches and soda.

You guys talked about anything and everything, staying for a good 5 hours.

His hand was inching closer to yours

....and then Saeyoung jumped down from the tree

“OMG! My little baby Yoosung all grown up!” he wipes a tear from his eye and snaps pictures of you guys.

Text message to: 707

Hey, Seven, can you send me those photos?

Haha what? I thought you were too embarrassed

I wasn’t just send them to me!

Fiiinnne. You drive a hard burger *exasperated emoji*

If u know that reference, i<3

Yoosung recives exactly 707 photos, most of them blurry

ZEN

He takes you to one of his opening night performances

You were slightly disappointed because other girls would be fawning over him more than usual, but you tried to have a good time.

Zen had picked you up with red roses and brought you to the best seat in the house.

Well, not best view, but the best view of him

He’d casually wink at you each time he went to go back stage

“How was it babe? I was great wasn’t I?”

“Yeah, Zen! Fantastic!”

“Awe, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing nothing! You were handsome as usual! And that passion! I wish I was her,” you sighed.

“Oh you do, do you?” His fingers ghosted on the small of your back. “Are you sure? She doesn’t get to have me like you do.”

*blushing intensifies*

“Show me more then,” you stammered

“Babe! It’s only our first date. I have more class than that! But the beast...it’s being unleashed!” he dramatically sighed.

When he brought you home, he gave you a kiss on the hand and begged to stay the night for cuddles

Jaehee

You treat her for a nice date at a cafe.

It’s a little ways away, so she’s surprised at how you found it

You told her you had gotten lost and wound up there asking for directions

Squabbles on who actually pays for the food

You listen to every complaint she has about jumin and all the little things

It was very lowkey, you both didn’t like over-the-top things

It actually becomes a regular for you two, and the baristas always know your orders

They’re always happy to give advice for her own cafe

All the people around you gushing about being “gal-pals”

“I’m gay, goddammit.”

Jumin

BOY GOES ALL OUT

Fancy fancy fancy fancy

Brings elizabeth the 3rd too

Brings you to the 2nd most fancy restaurant

“Oh, I wish they had some carne asada actually.”

He leans over to his bodyguard: “get some stat! My woman needs that! Whatever it is…”

“Sorry, did you just say you don’t know what those are? Waitress, cancel those orders! We must treat the poor uncultured baby!”

You drag him out of the resturant and bring him to your favorite taco stand

“Yes, I’m ready to order...I’d like two of these and some chips and guac and some sodas, please!”

He’s already pulling out $100’s

“Love, they don’t accept those bills. They’re too large.”

“What do you mean? This is all I’ve got.”

“It’s okay. I’ll treat us.”

“Uh, no, the gentleman has to pay for the lady’s food.”

“It’s already done.”

He really enjoys this commoner’s food

Next, you’ll have to get him to try instant coffee

elizabeth does not like the mexican food

Saeyoung

You guys decide to rob a bank

Thats it

Its 2:00am and ya’ll are decked out in black from head to toe

It’s pretty fun

Until you hear the sirens

V

He can’t see well but he still takes you to his favourite art museum.

Many of his photographs are on display in the photography section

Surprise surprise, a couple of them are of you

Saeran

“Get home by 10:00pm, kiddies! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Saeyoung sends you off with a wave

Very awkward

He takes you to the theatre

He takes you to a scary movie

He tries to do that yawn-arm-side-hug-thing

Tbh saeyoung told him to do it

He didn’t know why

You noticed and were laughing so hard you had to actually get up and leave

“Saeran, what are you doing? That’s so not like you!”

He sulks. “My idiot brother told me to do it…”

“That’s not you though.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow, okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so cute.”

BLUSHING INTENSES TENFOLD

HELLLLLA REQUESTS ARE OPEN YO

Masterlist | Requests? open

[lilyxstafford-blog]

character development sheet.

O R I G I N S & F A M I L Y ↓

♦ Name: Lily Rose Stafford ♦ Nicknames: Lil, Lilypad, more tba. ♦ Reason for name: Lily’s parents thought it sounded good (and like flowers). ♦ Birthday: July 9th. ♦ Age: 19 ♦ Gender: Cisgender Female ♦ Place of birth: Hillsboro, Oregon ♦ Places lived since: Near Los Angeles. ♦ Number of siblings: 0. She briefly had foster siblings but doesn’t keep in touch.

♦ Happiest memory: When her grandparents came and picked her up from the foster home. She was overjoyed to see familiar faces. It’s one of the only times Lily can remember crying. ♦ Childhood trauma: Lily’s parents were in and out of prison because of drugs. Lily was young, so she doesn’t remember too much of it, but she’ll get random flashes of memories occasionally. She remembers clearly being taken from the home and spending a brief period in foster care. ♦ Children of his/her own?: n/a ♦ If so, relationship with his/her child?: n/a ♦ Age he/she gave birth/became a parent: n/a

P H Y S I C A L ↓

♦ Height: 5'5" ♦ Build: Average. ♦ Nationality: American ♦ Disabilities: n/a ♦ Hair color: Light brown. ♦ Usual hair style: Down, in wild curls. Lily hates having to really do anything with her mess of hair. If her hair ever looks tame, it’s because she likes you and took hours to make it look like that. ♦ Eye color: Green. ♦ Glasses? Contacts?: Glasses pretty frequently. ♦ Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Jeans and hoodies. She loves dresses but saves them for special occasions. ♦ Typical style of shoes: Boots. ♦ Health: Above average. Lily’s always been careful of germs. ♦ Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: None. She’d like to but is scared of needles and looking bad. ♦ Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Constantly playing with her hair or chewing on her lip. ♦ Athletic?: Not necessarily.

I N T E L L E C T ↓

♦ Level of education: High school graduate; currently in college. ♦ Level of self esteem: Somewhere on the lower side, probably. ♦ Gifts/talents: As an attempt to get her to open up more as a child, her grandpa taught her ukulele. It’s something she keeps private. ♦ Shortcomings: Has a hard time saying no to people. ♦ Style of speech: Slow and quiet. If she feels comfortable with you, she’ll start to get a little faster. ♦ Artistic?: No. ♦ Mathematical?: Yes. ♦ Makes decisions based mostly on emotions or on logic?: Logic. She listens to her emotions but doesn’t put too much stock into them. ♦ Life philosophy: "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” ♦ Religious stance: Her grandparents took her to church a lot when she was younger. Growing up in a small town, religion was hard to avoid. She doesn’t necessarily believe in it but believes there’s More to life. ♦ Cautious or daring?: Cautious. ♦ Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: Probably talk of prison. ♦ Optimist or pessimist?: Inbetween. ♦ Extrovert or introvert?: Introvert. ♦ Level of comfort with technology: Fairly comfortable.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S ↓

♦ Current marital/relationship status: Single. ♦ Sexual orientation: 'Gay’ is what she normally identifies with. But if she met a guy and really liked him, she wouldn’t reject it. ♦ Past relationships: None. ♦ Primary reason for being broken up with: n/a ♦ Primary reasons for breaking up with people: n/a ♦ Level of sexual experience: Inexperienced. She’s never even been kissed before. ♦ A social person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): She’s more of a loner than anything else. She wants close relationships, but has always been hesitant of trusting people enough to let them in. ♦ Most comfortable around (person): Her grandparents. ♦ Oldest friend: n/a. She had a few acquaintances throughout school but no one she could really relate to. ♦ How does he/she think others perceive him/her?: Extremely quiet, nerd.

V O C A T I O N ↓

♦ Profession: Student. ♦ Past occupations: Lots of volunteer work and summer jobs. ♦ Passions: Helping people; flowers. ♦ Attitude towards current job: n/a. ♦ Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: n/a.

S E C R E T S ↓

♦ Life goals: Make the world better for people, preferably children. She wants to make the world kinder.  ♦ Dreams: n/a. She’s still not really sure what she wants to do with her life. ♦ Greatest fears: Needles; failure.

D E T A I L S / Q U I R K S ↓

♦ Night owl or early bird?: Night owl. ♦ Light or heavy sleeper?: Light sleeper. ♦ Favorite food: Mac and cheese. ♦ Least favorite food: Chili. ♦ Favorite book: Alice in Wonderland. ♦ Least favorite book: n/a. ♦ Favorite movie: Selma. ♦ Least favorite movie: Pocahontas. Every time Lily watched it, she would be troubled over how happy everyone seemed at the end. She once tried to rewrite it to be more historically accurate but admitted it didn’t seem much like a Disney movie anymore. ♦ Favorite song: Someone to Lava. ♦ Least favorite song: Anything that degrades women. ♦ Coffee or tea?: Coffee. ♦ Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: Smooth. ♦ Lefty or righty?: Lefty. ♦ Favorite color: Light purple.  ♦ Cusser?: Occasionally. ♦ Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: No, no, no, but curious about all.