#edward scissorhands fluff

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒔

hello! here is the thing I was cooking up, I had this fic idea when I heard the song, and I thank @catt-leya for helping me, and @royalsweetteaa for basically encouraging me. I hope you all enjoy.

summary - you come home and find your boyfriend in bed with your best friend, how do you react?

warning - cheating, thoughts of death and killing, choking, discussion about sexual acts, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Your heels click against the wood of your porch, and your hand digs through your bag as you try to find your house key. It had been a whirlwind the last few years after that woman had found the man known as Edward in the house above the hill, and everyone was going crazy over his hands being scissors. You two became close. Even your best friend Kim had pushed for you to pursue those feelings, feigning happiness when Edward accepted your proposal to be your boyfriend. 

You two had been living happily ever since, and you were excited to get inside to see him. He always seemed to brighten your day, something no one else had ever been able to do. You unlocked the door and stepped into your house, furrowing your brows slightly when Edward didn’t immediately greet you like he usually does, but maybe he was caught up in something. You hang your bag up, noticing that the heater isn’t on, so you keep your coat on. You sigh and head toward your bedroom, wanting to be in Edward’s arms, maybe even take a hot bubble bath with him. 

“Hey, baby. I missed y–” You stop when you enter the room, your mouth falling open, and a fire stirs behind your eyes. “Oh. I didn’t know you had company.” There he was, your boyfriend lying there with nothing on but a goofy smile and a platinum blonde, also known as your best friend, Kim. Your nostrils flare, and you glare. “I can’t believe you’d do this on our bed.” 

Edward tries to find words. “I–I didn’t… S–she told me this was okay?” Beforehand you would’ve thought his stuttering was cute, the way he seemed so innocent and kind. He looks between you and Kim, covering his body with the sheets, and your eyes notice how ruined they are from his scissors. 

Kim smirks, looking at you with the fakest innocent look ever.  “Oops, I guess I did.” She shrugs as if she didn’t just fuck your boyfriend for no reason.

Your hand twitched, eyes looking over to the drawer that holds your gun, and you contemplate. “I got a pistol, and I got a bullet, and I also have a pissed-off finger just itchin’ to pull it.” You growl, and their eyes widen, but then your eyes catch yours in the full-length mirror, and you imagine yourself in prison clothes, scrunching your nose. You look back to the two most awful people in your life, “The only thing keepin’ me from losing my head is I hate stripes, and orange ain’t my colour, and if I squeeze that trigger tonight. I’ll be wearing one or the other.” You sigh, rolling your eyes. “There’s no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion.” 

“S–sweets–” You cut Edward off with a glare, walking deeper into the room and into your closet. You reach down and grab your suitcase, roughly placing it on the bed and giggling when Kim lets out a pained gasp.

“Oops, I guess I didn’t see you there.” You begin to pack your clothes, ignoring Edward and Kim, getting out of bed and quickly putting their clothes back on. You know he is having a bit of trouble, yet you can’t find it in you to care anymore. “Huh, but if I did kill you tonight. I could fall in love with a prison guard…” You blink, sighing as you think about it. You continue to pack, not bothering to look at them and decide to talk to yourself. “I could sell cigarettes in the prison yard. Don’t think hard time would be that hard on me.” Your hand twitches as you pile more clothes in, itching to grab that gun and shoot them between the eyes. 

“I–I… I didn’t mean to…” Edward stutters, nervously gulping as he tries to take a step forward. You can hear the clang of the blades as he begins to fiddle with his fingers, a nervous habit of his when he feels he did something wrong but doesn’t exactly know what or how to fix it. “I…I–I love y–” You cut him off with a glare, not letting him finish.

“You don’t love me, Edward. I know you used to live isolated, but you haven’t in a long time now. You would’ve known that this wasn’t right. You would’ve known that what we shared together isn’t meant to be shared with someone else, especially her.” Your sharp gaze lands on the little tramp you used to call a best friend. “I hope you feel happy with yourself, I should’ve known you would’ve done something, but I didn’t think you’d wait three years later.” You begin throwing everything into the suitcase, not caring if it’s neat. You can’t be around them any longer. You feel so many emotions inside you, some ready to burst and others you don’t want to let out. You moved over to the drawer with the gun inside, feeling that urge prepared to escape. “You know, I could pick up trash on the side of the road, but I’d die if I saw someone I know.” You know the words were random, but you also knew they were reaching them, showing them that you were contemplating killing them for their crime. “Ain’t the chains. It’s the clothes that’s stopping me. Oh, and one shot ain’t worth a bad mugshot. God knows I wouldn’t be caught holding up a number while the whole towns starin’ at the picture in the paper of me wearing stripes.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Y/n. You aren’t even making sense. You’d really kill us over sex?” You laugh, unable to stop it from slipping. Kim dared to say that, thinking what she did was not wrong. You couldn’t believe her. She dared sleep with your boyfriend, the man you could see the rest of your life with, for what? 

“I’m sorry, what?” The smile on your face slowly slips from your face, replaced with a murderous look. “It’s not just sex, Kimmy Bear. It’s betrayal. Don’t you remember I saw how you looked at him three years ago? Even though you had a boyfriend, I told you that you could give it a shot even though you knew I liked him. I was willing to push aside my feelings, for you, and this is how you repay me after everything. You broke us.” You step closer to her, backing her into the wall. “I gave you a chance, but you told me I could have him. You said you were happy for me. You let me fall deeply in love for what? For you to fuck him three years later, why? What did I ever do to you?” You growl, wanting to get to the bottom of this. 

“What did you do to me?! You stole my man!” You laugh again, causing her to flinch, growing angrier. “Why the hell do you keep laughing?” She smirks, thinking of something to say to possibly hurt you and stop you from laughing. “Did you forget I fucked him? Oh, I fucked him so well. You should’ve seen how he begged me, how adorable he looked underneath and on top of me. You should’ve heard how he whimpered as I sucked him into my mouth.”

You could feel your heart breaking inside your chest, looking between them. You didn’t need to know the details of what happened.

“Oh, and you should’ve seen how excited he was to taste me. To get between my legs, it’s as though you’ve been starving him.” 

Maybe orange and stripes could be your colour. You could say it was self-defence. Your mind was racing. What could you do? What were your options? Before you can even think, your hand wraps around her throat, choking her. Her eyes widen, fingers clawing into you as she tries pulling you off her.  

“Y–Y/n, what… What are you doing?” Edward stumbles over, “S–stop!” He anxiously bounces on his feet, and he whimpers when you glare. 

“Why should I stop? You didn’t.” You watch her begin to lose air, eyes rolling back into her head before you let go. You watch her pathetically fall to the ground, gasping for breath. Edward falls alongside her, making sure she’s okay. “Huh. Well, I guess you can have each other.” You walk over to your suitcase, zip it shut and grab it. You look at them one last time before you leave the room and the house.

“The only thing savin’ your life is that I don’t look good in orange, and I hate stripes.” You sing as you get into your car, vowing never to return to this dreadful town.

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[roseartsandfics]

Snowfall Romance

The night was cold, and it was Christmas Eve. Edward was asleep on his bed that he might've had after returning to his castle due to the incident with Kevin and Jim. He breathes slowly and quietly as the weather outside grew colder. Then, from outside his room, he hears a strange vocalization. Edward slowly peeled his eyes open quickly after hearing strange sounds coming from the other room. He started to get up from his bed and slowly walked downstairs. The room was lighting up a light blue aura. As Edward made it to the bottom floor, what he saw was somebody who knew ever so long.

It was the ghost of Kim.

Edward looks into the face of a girl he knew in awe, his eyes widened, and never knew he would see Kim again after their goodbyes. Kim smiled brightly at the man she loved, her face glows like if it was the aura of the lights from the North Pole. Edward gave the smile back to her as they both walked towards each other and looked into their eyes, their smile gleamed as the sun. Then, the room went dim as the two were suddenly transported into an empty field full of snow. Snowflakes were falling from the night sky. Edward and Kim smiled at each other as they came closer. Edward carefully takes his lover’s hand, trying not to scratch her, and Kim takes her lover’s hand as well. The two started to dance romantically and warmly through the snowfall. Kim twirled around slowly, and looks at Edward into his eyes as the blue aura rose brightly. The two continued to dance, until the background turns dim again, and as Edward opened his eyes, Kim was gone. The man stopped dancing as the he returns to his castle as everything returned to normal.

All of what he saw is just a dream. A dream.

Edward walked up back to his room in sadness and loneliness, thinking about the dream he had. When he remained back in bed, he closed his eyes, thinking about one girl he loved in his dream. Kim. Kim. Kim…

Though, he would miss her dearly. He would…

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My neck is aching as hell agggghhhh.

So here’s the drawing I did yesterday with Edward and Kim dancing through the snowfall. Ever since watching Edward Scissorhands during Halloween, I might have a connection that I may like Edward and Kim ^^. So I watched it today when Christmas was coming soon and having this displayed after yesterday of drawing this piece, and also written a short fanfic (hope my writing skills is okay ^^;) ! <3 The blue aura around Kim was pretty impressive! <3

Edward was still hard to draw ^^;

What y'all think?

Edward (character), Kim, Kevin (mentioned), Jim (mentioned) and Edward Scissorhands ©Tim Burton, Tom Duffield, Caroline Thompson and 20th Century Fox

Artwork ©SuperShadowSilver

No copyright infringement is intended

Used: mechanical pencil and 48 pack colored pencils

[zepskies]

Wake Me Up - Part 3

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Summary: A few weeks after you and Ben celebrate your first Christmas together, Ben is returning from another mission with the Supe Affairs team. When he discovers that you’ve been taken, he’ll do whatever it takes to find you. And then, to help you heal.

AN: Get ready for some angsty, but fun attempts at memory jogging. 😅

Song Inspo: “I Can Read Your Mind” by the Doobie Brothers.

Word Count: 4.3K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for some...mature talk lol. Angst and hurt/comfort, fluff, PTSD, protective Ben, tinge of spice~

💚 Wake Me Up Masterlist || Break Me Down Masterlist

Part 3: “When You Hold Me”

Those first few days were the hardest ones.

Marie ran out of paid time off, which meant she had to go back to work. That left you alone with Ben during the day.

He was standing in the middle of the kitchen, arms crossed, and glaring at you after you’d just pushed away the bowl of bland instant oatmeal he’d “made” for you.

“We’re not gonna have this discussion again. You need to fucking eat,” he said. “I could feed you, though I promise you’re not gonna like it.”

His surly, frowning face was annoying you. His deep voice was annoying you. His tall, ridiculous wall-of-man body in your line of vision was annoying you, clothed in the rumpled shirt and sweatpants he’d slept in.  

Everything about him annoyed you right now.

But that could also have something to do with the pounding ache in the back of your skull, radiating forward and between your eyes.

“Bro, I’m on like, three kinds of medication,” you replied in weary irritation. “With what appetite do you expect me to eat?”

Bro? His eyebrow twitched. He saw the pain and tiredness written across your face though, and the way you were sitting hunched at the breakfast bar, arms crossed on the counter. He softened a little.

“Look, I get it,” he started to say.

“No, you don’t,” you snapped. Your eyes closed as the pain sharpened. You lifted your hands to either side of your temples. “You don’t know what this feels like.”

You huffed and dropped your hands flat on the counter in frustration. Your eyes opened, and you looked down at the various healing scars littering your arms. You knew there were a few more across your neck and chest, and even your thighs. No matter how you stood, sat, or laid, it was painful to move your body. Even your face still hurt, with the fracture and bruises.

“You’re not the one who looks like Edward Scissorhands had a party,” you said, gesturing at yourself as you glared up at Ben. Emotion began to rise in your throat. “Or for a reference you’ll actually understand, how about this: I’m the Bride of goddamn Frankenstein. A fucking patchwork quilt.”

Ben hardened again, even with the deep pit forming in his stomach.

“That’s enough—”

“And despite what little you, or my mom, Grace, Annie, or even the doctors have told me, I can’t even remember who did this to me or what the hell happened,” you said. Hot tears welled up in your eyes. You wiped at them furiously and turned your face away.

“So no, the indestructible supe doesn’t understand. You literally can’t!” You pushed away from the counter and did your best not to lose your balance when a wave of vertigo hit you.

Ben started toward you, but you held up a hand against him.

“Just leave me the hell alone,” you muttered.

It wasn’t the first time you’d ever said that to him, but somehow, this one cut into him worse than the last.

Over the next several weeks, you did begin to heal from your injuries. Your doctor even noted that you were healing better than she expected. Bruises faded, wounds slowly became scars, some of their stitches removed, and with the right topical medication, a couple of them began to disappear.

The memories remained—at least for Ben. Finding you in that dark, disgusting place, breaking your chains, seeing how thoroughly that piece of shit had worked you over…

It still made him angry at times. He’d broken a couple of mugs, and one near-empty beer bottle. (You’d only caught him once, though he’d given you some bullshit excuse as to why.)

Your memory, on the other hand, still didn’t return.

And you weren’t an easy patient. That episode in the kitchen wasn’t the first, nor was it the last. Often the pain made you crabby and irritable, whenever your medication wore off. The head injury was also causing vast mood swings that Ben could barely keep up with.

It was all he could do to stop himself from snapping back at you at times (and sometimes he failed). He wasn’t exactly Mr. Rogers.

Marie was the only buffer. At least, when she was home. On more than one occasion, she’d had to try and diffuse the tension.

She was working during the day though, which of course, left you with Ben.

You were prone to headaches and dizziness, so he was careful with you, more than he’d ever been. You were starting to notice how he sometimes had to correct himself before he touched you, or forced himself to be deliberately slow when he helped you. 

Your mom had also been doting on you, laying out your clothes, brushing your hair, trying her best to cook for the three of you in the evening. Apparently, she’d been taking lessons, though she still couldn’t cook for shit. Ben often suggested takeout, since he was also no “Betty fucking Crocker,” in his own words.

Still, it was a foreign feeling to be taken care of. It often left you unbalanced, even after your vertigo settled, or your headaches eased.

You considered it while you and Ben were channel surfing together from opposite ends of the couch in the living room. Your mom had just given you a blanket to cover your shoulders, before she went off to water your potted plants on the balcony for you. It was a Saturday, so she had the day off work.

You watched her go with a measure of disbelief.

“Look at Mother Theresa go,” you remarked. “You’d think they replaced my mom with one of the Stepford Wives.”

Ben snorted, because he actually knew the movie you were talking about. You’d forced him to watch it with you a few months ago, mostly to tease him.

“She’s never babied me this much in my life,” you said. “Not even when I was still old enough to be babied.”

Instead of commiserating with you, Ben just sighed, shaking his head a little. He glanced away from the History Channel on the screen to shoot you a glance.

“Maybe you should cut your mom some fucking slack,” he said. “She’s doing a hell of a lot for you. Even more than I am.”

You raised a brow at him. While you had a feeling that wasn’t so easy for him to admit, something about his words annoyed you.

“You clearly don’t know her like I do,” you said.

Your childhood had been no picnic. While you didn’t necessarily blame your mom (anymore) for staying with your father when you were a kid, you had never truly been a child. Your self-imposed job had been to protect your sister’s childhood, and sometimes, your mother too.

Ben gave you a more direct look.

“I know plenty,” he said.

And in his eyes, you saw that he did know something. Perhaps too much. You gathered the throw blanket closer around your body and sank further into your side of the couch.

The last thing you wanted to talk about was your messed up childhood, let alone your father. You couldn’t even remember his death, though Marie told you that you had been there. And so had Ben.

You snuck a look at him while his attention had returned to the TV. He’d settled on Ice Road Truckers. You weren’t impressed.

“Ugh. Can we watch something else?” you asked. “Something funny maybe, like How I Met Your Mother?”

Ben shot you a look. “Sounds like a chick show.”

“Not true! It has universal appeal,” you argued. Slowly you raised yourself from your corner of the couch, grimacing just a bit as it disturbed the delicate equilibrium of your still-fractured skull. It was healing, but that, of course, would take the most time. Your headaches would turn into migraines if you weren’t careful.

Ben knew that full well as he watched you move towards him across the couch. He couldn’t help but reach out a hand to steady you by your arm. You gifted him with a smile and grabbed onto him.

“Please?” you implored.

Ben tried to remain unaffected, but that smile of yours was endearing. Plus, it wasn’t often that you willingly reached out to him, touched him.

“I’ll do you one better,” he said, turning off the TV with the remote. You gave him a curious look. He turned to you with a smile.

“Let’s go for a ride.”

Of course this man would have a Benz, you thought. The car was black and sleek with beige interior, and it was both comfortable and decked out with all the modern bells and whistles.

You wondered if he knew what half of these buttons did as you gazed across the dashboard, but the path of your eyes continued until you settled on the man himself. Ben was casually dressed in a burgundy sweater and dark brown slacks, a silver Rolex on his wrist. He had one hand casually on the wheel and the other resting in his lap.

Part of you itched to take his hand, but you decided against it. You could admit, if only to yourself, that you were warming up to him.

Maybe you even liked him.

You knew you didn’t always make it easy, but he had been as patient and gentle as he could be with you, for a man who clearly wasn’t used to being either for anyone.

Despite his gruff exterior, however, you knew he had to care about you to put up with all this. It made you more willing to trust him…and even more curious about him.

“What’s my favorite color?” you asked.

Ben gave you a furrowed look. “What?”

You crossed your arms over your blouse.

“We’ve supposedly been together for a year,” you reasoned. “You should know what my favorite color is.”

He shook his head in disbelief.

“Come on,” you nudged his arm, trying to get him to smile. You succeeded, just a little.

“I don’t know…blue,” he guessed. Your mouth fell open in shock.

“How do you not know my favorite color’s red?” you said. “That’s the most basic thing ever.”

“What are you, five years old? Who fucking cares?” he said, rolling his eyes.

“I do!” you said. “Well, fine, Mr. Grump. When’s my birthday?”

With another shake of his head, he did correctly answer that question, at least.

“What’s my favorite food?” you asked.

“What’s with the goddamn quiz?” he retorted.

“I’m seeing how well you actually know me,” you countered. “Come on. Impress me.”

Ben slowed to a stop at a busy intersection. He’d been trying to jog your memory by passing certain landmarks he thought you might recognize, like the grocery store you two always shopped at, or the park where you liked to go for walks. So far, you seemed disinterested in the sights and more interested in grilling him.

Despite his longsuffering sigh, he had to wrack his brain in order to come up with something for you.

“The Beatles are your favorite band. Specifically the Abbey Road album,” he said. 

That didn’t exactly answer your earlier question, but…he wasn’t wrong. 

“Okay, you get a point there,” you said.

“And you fucking love Christmas,” he said, somehow with both annoyance and fondness. “Tacky as hell, with the…the ribbons, and the red flowers, and the jingle balls, and whatever the fuck else you can get your hands on. You love that shit. Because when you were a kid, that was the only time of the year your family got any peace.”

You were smiling at his description, but you sobered when he got to that last bit. Ben met your gaze. 

“I know that you’ve had three boyfriends before me,” he said. Then, a smirk grew across his face. “But I’m the only one who’s made you come. Every time. Like a goddamn faucet.”

You gaped as your face grew red with a hot blush. “Excuse me—”

“You claim to like getting taken from behind the best. And you do. You’re all too happy to get bent in half for me. Hair pulling, ass-slapping, the whole sticky nine yards,” he continued, with an even fonder gleam of memory in his eyes. His hands caressed the leather wheel of his car, long fingers flexing.

“But you actually like it better when you can see my face, watch me work. I don’t blame you,” he added, smiling. “I mean, if there was an Oscar for laying it the fuck down, I would’ve taken that shit year after year. Would’ve beat out Burt Reynolds by a fucking landslide.”

You thought you were about to combust, whether from indignation, or straight up embarrassment, you didn’t know. (And you were going to ignore the little tremble of heat between your legs.)

But just as you were about to blow your top, figuratively speaking, Ben’s expression became more serious when his gaze returned to you.

“I know that you’ve had to take care of yourself. And that you’ve been alone all your life,” he said. Then a slight pause, before his attention went back to the road. “That’s something you and I have in common.”

The light turned green. Your anger and embarrassment settled, somewhat, into contemplation. You didn’t know what to make of this man.

He was infuriating, with all kinds of audacity. He was crass, and at times, he grated on your very last nerve.

But somehow, he knew you. He seemed to know the parts of you that you didn’t even want to know.

Sensing your angry gaze on the side of his face, he turned to you with a devil-may-care grin.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“Ben, I’m not dressed for this,” you said, leaning in close to whisper to him.

He’d taken you to a nice steakhouse for dinner, on the even more affluent side of town. You still couldn’t believe you’d moved out of New York City to Scarsdale, of all places.

Ben wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you closer, enough for you to feel his body heat.

“You’re just right,” he looked down on you with a teasing wink. It made you blush, despite yourself, with a small smile.

You went with him to a secluded booth in the back, by his request with the hostess. They seemed to know him, so maybe he was a regular. Or more likely, both of you were regulars. This place was only vaguely familiar, but when you saw the menu, you knew you were going to get the salmon.

Ben snorted when you said so.

“Yeah, that’s what you always get,” he said.

He smiled though—at the fact that this little outing was helping you make progress after all.

He didn’t need the menu either. He always ordered the dry-aged porterhouse steak. You couldn’t drink on the medication you were on, but he ordered a glass of bourbon for himself.

When the meal eventually came out, you glanced at his enormous plate with wide eyes. That had to be the biggest damn steak you’d ever seen, along with a huge loaded baked potato and a side of broccoli. You doubted the greens would do all that much for him, nutrition-wise. 

“Whoa. Did they cut up a stegosaurus back there?” you quipped.

Ben chuckled. He’d actually missed your sense of humor, no matter how dumb it was sometimes. He unwrapped the steak knife they gave him from his napkin and started to carve a big piece.

You raised your brows, but shifted your attention to your fish and mashed potatoes. It was delicious. Like melt-in-your-mouth good, and you weren’t sure fish was supposed to be “melty.” No wonder you two liked coming here.

But then, your thoughts were entirely derailed.

Hearing the sound of his knife hitting the plate, carving into the meat—it struck a discordant note in your mind. You looked over, and the sharp, silvery gleam of it caused a vision to flash across your eyes…

Of a blade sliding against your skin, over and over. Along with questions. The same questions being asked of you, over and over.

You can’t. You can’t. You can’t.

“Tell me!” a man demanded. “Give me something.”

He grabbed your face, squeezed your neck until you choked on blood and spit.

“Hey!” a more familiar voice cut through it all. “Come on, sweetheart. Answer me.”

You blinked and caught yourself mid-gasp, staring into the deep green of Ben’s eyes.

Your head was resting on his shoulder, his hand pressed to the side of your cheek, which stung slightly, as if he’d had to try and wake you. His arm was wrapped around your waist in the booth.

He was gentle in sliding your hair away from your face, but his own was hard and almost angry, as his brows were knitted together. His gaze then traveled across the room, and you realized that there were other people in the restaurant now watching you and Ben. Even the servers stopped what they were doing at the sound of his shout.

He gave them all a pointed glare.

“What? Nothing to fucking see here,” he snapped. Most of them were wise enough to turn away, back to their meals and conversation. Ben focused on you as you caught your breath. You were finally able to support yourself, though you stayed leaning on his shoulder. He wasn’t about to let you go either, until he got some answers.

“What the hell happened?” he asked. You frowned at his gruff tone, until you met his eyes. Somehow, you could see that there was worry there.

You glanced down, and you closed your eyes when you saw it. You pressed your face into his arm to steady yourself.

“The uh…the knife,” you whispered. “It made me see something…remember something.”

“What did you remember?” he asked quickly. You sucked in a shuddering breath, squeezing your eyes shut tighter.

“Nothing good,” you whispered.

You felt him pause. You heard the shuffle of silverware, a thump on the table. Then his hand came up and cupped your cheek.

“It’s okay. I put it away,” he said.

Tears burned behind your eyelids, and you buried your face harder against his chest. At this point, it wasn’t just about seeing the knife. It was knowing that whatever had happened to you, it had truly been hell. Unlike anything you’d ever been through before.

“You want to go home?” came Ben’s voice, deep and steady in your ear.

You sniffed and nodded, as your tears seeped into the fabric of his sweater. He rubbed your back, holding you more securely.

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s go.”

Unfortunately, the episode at the restaurant led you to a migraine. Ben carried you to the master bedroom and laid you down, helped you undress down to your underwear, and gave you a shirt you liked to sleep in. He turned all the lights off and made sure the curtains were closed tight.

Marie brought you your pain medication with a glass of water. Ben hoped there was enough in your stomach that the pills wouldn’t make you nauseous as well, like they occasionally did.

After you took the meds, you curled up on the bed and closed your eyes tightly, trying not to whimper like a child. You’d dealt with pain before; that was nothing new. But this was getting ridiculous. 

Ben gave Marie a certain look. “I’ve got it from here.”

She gazed at you with sympathetic tears in her eyes, but she nodded and touched his arm.

“If you need anything, just call for me,” she whispered.

Ben nodded, but he closed the door behind her and began by taking off his watch, then his shoes, pants, and sweater. He changed into a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt.

You were too busy hugging your pillow and pressing your face into it. You didn’t realize he was still with you until the bed dipped behind you.

Ben turned you around and gathered you into his arms. You inhaled sharply, but then you clung to him. His chest and middle were warm, a bit unnaturally so.

“You’re hot,” you muttered, splaying a hand against his chest. “Like a radiator.”

Ben quirked a smile. “Yeah, you tend to complain about that.”

You shook your head and pressed yourself closer to him. “Not today.”

He wiped the tears from your cheek and laid a kiss on your forehead. He held you that way for a while, just silence and the sound of your breathing covering the room. Eventually, the pain medication began to kick in, helping to ease your pounding skull.

You pulled back enough to see Ben’s face. He was still awake, but he opened his eyes and met yours in the dim light. You reached up and touched his bearded cheek, hesitantly.

“Why can’t I remember?” you asked, in a broken voice.

Ben’s brows furrowed. He curled his hand around yours and let out a breath.

“I don’t know,” he said, but all he wanted was for this to be over.

“I could take this from you,” he said. “What’s the big fucking deal about a blood transfusion?”

Your fingers stilled against his cheek. Your tearful eyes averted from his, but you weren’t as opposed to the idea as you were before.

“The last time, it healed me?” you asked.

“Within the hour,” he said. His hand tightened a fraction on yours. “It’ll be like it never happened. And your memories could even come back.”

You sighed, briefly closing your eyes. Your hand fell from his cheek, but you nodded.

“Okay. I’ll think about it,” you said.

Ben’s frown remained, but at least it was a step in the right direction. He took your chin and slowly tilted your face up to his. You stared up at him with shining eyes. He didn’t like the pain he still saw there, but he did like the way you glanced down at his lips.

He took a chance, and he leaned down to meet you with a kiss. What first was a gentle touch, soon became heady as your hand slid up his arm and into his hair. He brought you flush against him and deepened the kiss, when his tongue swept past your lips and brushed against yours. You welcomed him in with a surprised moan.

He hadn’t tasted you in so damn long, it was like indulging a craving he’d been denying himself. It was even harder to slow down and ease away from your lips.

You rested your forehead against his chest afterward.

“Wow,” you breathed. “Okay.”  

Ben chuckled. But unlike the movies, a kiss didn’t break the spell. You were his, but not completely. 

He wanted nothing more than to show you how much you could be…but your body was still weak. He would have to continue protecting you, even from himself. 

“I want to stay here tonight,” he said. 

Despite his earlier thoughts, he didn’t think he could take one more night of not being with you in this bed. He could control himself. He just wanted to make sure you were all right, and safe with him.

It took you a moment to decide, but you nodded. 

“You can stay,” you agreed, with a more teasing smile. “I don’t think your old man back can handle the couch anymore.”

He snorted in amusement. There was some more of your sense of humor peeking through. 

Meanwhile, you still weren’t totally convinced that him sleeping in the bed with you was a good idea. A good part of you craved his nearness, and how he made you feel safe…but you also weren’t sure if you were ready to continue being so vulnerable with him. 

Just when you were about to put some distance here between you and tell him to stay on his side, Ben rolled you back around so that your back was pressed to his chest. He slid a warm, strong arm around your waist. His lips pressed to your bare shoulder. The sleep shirt you wore (one of his old shirts) had ridden down your arm.

“Just relax,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

And you actually believed it.

You felt comfortable and secure in his embrace. Soon enough, you relaxed into him.

Sleep wasn’t easy, but you got there in time. It even lasted for a while.

Just not long enough.

In your dreams, there were flashes of things that didn’t make sense. They were jumbled together like white noise on a TV, occasionally screeching with color, and mostly red with blood.

You woke up shaking and sweating.

Ben was a light sleeper at best. He was startled awake in confusion, disturbed by how you had been tossing and turning and making sounds of distress. He turned toward you and moved his arm to make room for you, but he decided he would let you come to him this time.

You didn’t disappoint him. You reached for him and buried your face in the crook of his neck for a while, trying to ground yourself in him. He held you and rubbed your back until you calmed down.

When you pulled away slightly, and spoke his name in the dark, Ben looked into your eyes. For a moment, he could’ve sworn you were there. The real you.

“Thanks for staying with me,” you whispered.

Ben was disappointed. This wasn’t you remembering. But at least, this was you being you, thanking a man like him.

He just nodded and guided you back into his arms. You let him hold you for the rest of the night. 

AN: So close, but yet so far. 🥲

But just wait for the last part...

Next Time:

You brushed your fingers over that picture in wonder. You didn’t remember that day, even though you were sure you must have been there…

It was so odd to see so much of your life in pictures, yet it was all still so fuzzy, or entirely blank in your mind.

You paused, blushing once again when you saw the picture of you getting out of the shower with the towel barely wrapped around your body. Why the hell would this be in a photo album?

You quickly moved on. Though you stopped next at a picture of you and Ben in what looked like a dark nightclub. The way he was holding you, looking at you like he was ready to devour you, and the way you were looking up at him, with a smile that said he’d better damn well try…

It made a sharp pain lance behind your eyes.

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~~~☼ My Junhui One-shot Fic Recs ☼~~~

𖤓 Lucky By @leewonkyeom SMAU, college au, meet cutes, fluff, trying to find a guy again, romance

𖤓 What's my age again? By @milfgyuu 8.9k, co-workers au, friends to lovers, dorky Jun, bisexual reader, crack, fluff, smut, humour, so adorable

𖤓 And then some By @sluttynetwork 2.2k, best friends to lovers, jealousy, interrupting a date, fluff, smut, mutual feelings, pining

𖤓 Despite everything, it's still you By @viastro 3.8k, best friends to lovers, long term pining, watching the one you love with others, slight angst, fluff

𖤓 Jealous!Jun By @hannieehaee 1.9k, best friends to lovers, pining, can't hold back feelings no longer, fluff, smut, little bit of possessiveness

𖤓 Setting the record By @suhnshinehaos SMAU, Idol Jun x actor reader, dating allegations with other Svt members, jealous Jun, revealing relationships, so fluffy and adorable

𖤓 When we're not acting By @heartsfromia 4.1k, university au, acting majors, enemies to lovers, leading costars, brother's best friend trope, Minghao is reader's brother, fluff

𖤓 Charcoal stained hands By @rubyreduji 3.1k, college au, artist reader, dancer Jun, falling in love at first site, cute, using Jun as a muse, fluffy

𖤓 Late night talking By @hazz-a-bear Idol au, established relationship, fluff, talking before bed, sharing gossip, cute relationship

𖤓 Neighbourly love By @emocheol Neighbours au, cat mother reader, cute family dynamics, cat plays cupid basically, fluff, cute

𖤓 Read you like a book By @berriesandjunnie 4.8k, Chinese teacher Jun, assistant teacher reader, fluff, students ship them together, Svt as teachers, cute

𖤓 Ballet in the city By @bro-atz 2k, ballet dancer Jun, talent agent scouting, reader falls in love at first site, meet cutes, setting up a date, fluff

𖤓 Sounds of the seasoned & Match of the season By @junkissed 1.7k & 7.3k, college au, radio host Jun, listener reader, charity match event, crushing, fluff, meet cutes, relationship progress, smut

𖤓 Werewolf Jun au By @sluttywoozi Werewolf au, werewolf Jun, florist reader, meet-cutes, dating, fluff, smut, figuring out new experiences

𖤓 Wen Junhui's guide to taking breaks By @cheolism 4.5k, established relationship, cute pet names, reader trying to work, fluff, smut, trying to gain attention

𖤓 Swept off his feet By @seungkwansphd 3.8k, non-idol au, bouncer Jun, friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst (cheating ex), smut, established feelings

𖤓 Edward Scissorhands By @seungkwansphd 3.6k, non-idol au, assumed college au, best friends to lovers, fluff, pining, everyone sees it, smut

𖤓 Kinkuary 14 By @kwanisms 3.8k, idol au, established relationship, valentines day, stressed reader, pampering, cute relationship, smut, some fluff

𖤓 Love has no language By @renaiswriting Platonic Jun x reader x Minghao, college au, exchange student reader, learning Korean, exam stress, supportive behaviour

𖤓 Airplane + Wen Junhui By @uriurijihoonie 2.1k, non-idol au, flight attendant reader, pilot Jun, fluff, proposal, cheesy pick-up lines, adorable relationship, literally so cute

𖤓 Let me have a bite By @bootyful-seventeen Supernatural au, vampire Jun, mentions of werewolf Mingyu, smut, flirty relationship, some fluff

𖤓 Hello By @horangboosadan SMAU, crack au, reader is terrified of ducks, strangers to lovers, Jun is her "knight in shining armour", fluff

𖤓 Shut up By @onlymingyus 35.9k, mob boss au, boss Jun, assistant reader, second hand Minghao, smut, angst, some fluff, dark themes, trauma, sexual assault, drugs

𖤓 A little too much By @hazz-a-bear Non-idol au, fwb!Jun, strangers to friends, unwanted pregnancy, home abortions, mentions of blood, angst

[sh4wty18]

hii can you write a long fluffy Johnnie x reader? 🙏🫶

of course! i hope you love it :)

date night.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: after a long night of filming, you decide to surprise your boyfriend by bringing date night to him.

cw: fluff, language

word count: 1.0k + edited

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After a long day of filming videos for both his and Jake’s channels, the one thing Johnnie feels up for is spending time with you. He would always make time for you, no matter what. Tonight, he had been busy filming back to back videos with Jake in their filming room, presumably testing weird Amazon products or trying new snacks from a convenience store. 

You knew Johnnie would be exhausted after filming, so you decided to surprise him with dinner and a movie. You had a key to their house, so you let yourself in quietly, so that they wouldn’t hear you. Then, you ordered your favorite go-to meals from Dave’s Hot Chicken, and had them delivered. You’d also built a cocoon of pillows and blankets on Johnnie’s bed, and brought your favorite lava lamp from your apartment to light the room– nothing too bright which could induce a headache. After grabbing your dinners and sneaking them back into Johnnie’s bedroom, you wait in the dimly lit room for your boyfriend to enter.

By around 9 pm, you hear muffled voices from down the hall, no doubt Jake and Johnnie discussing the editing and posting schedule for their videos, as they usually did after filming. Then you heard Johnnie ask, “Do you smell chicken, or is it just me?” 

���No, dude, I smell it too… that’s fucking weird,” Jake replies with a laugh.

“Whatever, maybe we’re both going fucking insane,” Johnnie laughs, before opening his bedroom door, “Goodnight!” he calls out to Jake, and turns around. He’s taken aback at the sight of you curled up in his bed, waiting for him. “Y/n?” he closes his bedroom door and runs over to you, hurling himself into bed and wrapping his arms tightly around your body. “What’re you doing here? Did you set all this up for me??” 

You giggle as he kisses the top of your head, “Yes! I wanted to surprise my hardworking boy with a treat tonight.” 

“Oh babe, you’re the best, thank you,” Johnnie starts, tilting your chin up with his thumb and pointer finger and pulling you in to kiss your lips. “Have I ever told you I have the best girlfriend of all time?”

“Hmm… nope, I don’t think you have,” you joke, scratching your head with fake confusion.

“Well, she’s the best. She’s the most beautiful, smart, kind, thoughtful person I’ve ever met, and I love her more than anything,” he grins at you.

“You aren’t too bad yourself, boyfriend.” you nudge him in the side softly, and plant a kiss on the side of his neck. “I got your favorite,” you shake the Dave’s Hot Chicken bag in front of his face, and he grabs it happily. 

“I knew I smelled chicken!” he shouts gleefully, taking a sandwich out of the bag and handing it to you, then taking the other one for himself, placing your shared order of fries on the paper bag between the two of you.

“What do you wanna watch, Johnnie?” you ask, “It’s your pick, tonight is all about you.”

“You can pick, baby. You know I suck at picking movies. Anything you wanna watch, you know I’ll wanna watch.” He kisses the top of your head again, and gently rubs circles into the small of your back as he watches you search up one of his favorite movies, Edward Scissorhands. 

“Edward and Kim remind me of us,” you whisper in his ear as the opening credits begin, and you kiss his cheek, feeling his smile stretch across his face. 

You spend the next twenty minutes leaning over your sandwiches and fries, eating silently while watching the film. After you’re both done eating, you get up to throw all the trash away. Johnnie scoots over in your blanket cocoon, patting the space next to him, indicating for you to rejoin him. You jump back into the fort, finding a comfortable spot between his legs, laying back against his torso. He leans against the pillows and wraps his arms around your sides, intertwining both his hands with yours. 

You tilt your head back to look at him, and he leans down to kiss your lips spiderman style. You smile against his mouth, “Baby, watch the movie,” you giggle, “there’ll be plenty of time for messing around after.” 

Before you know it, you’re drifting off in his arms, which Johnnie is prepared for. He slowly maneuvers your body so you're laying on your side next to him, and he lowers the volume of the movie. He lays down beside you and wraps his arm around your waist, resting his other hand under his pillow. 

Just as he’s about to drift off as well, he feels you jolt awake. You turn to face him, wrapping your arm around his waist as well, so you’re holding each other. 

“Did I fall asleep again?” you ask quietly.

Johnnie giggles under his breath, “Yeah, baby. But it’s okay. I’m sleepy too.” he leans in to kiss you, pulling your body closer to his, and you move your hand up to hold the back of his neck. 

It’s a slow, sloppy make out– the best kind. The kind that you both know isn’t going to lead anywhere. It’s romantic, a way to deepen your connection and express your love for one another.

“I love you so much, and I’m proud of you everyday.” you whisper between kisses, as you catch your breath. You play with his hair, softly twirling your fingers through it, and he traces his fingers up and down your back. 

“I love you more.” he kisses your nose, “you're the most perfect girl in the world.” 

He turns to lay on his back, allowing you to wrap your arm around his stomach, and drape your leg over his. He rests his hand on top of yours, and turns to smile at you. Neither of you have to say another word, there’s nothing to be said that you both don’t already know.

So instead, you lean in to press your foreheads together. He kisses you again, long and deep. When he pulls away, you bury your head in the crook of his neck, kissing him one last time before getting comfortable for the night.

“Goodnight, angel,” he whispers up at the ceiling.

“Goodnight, my love,” you breathe into his neck, before drifting off to sleep in his arms. 

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do you guys prefer this type of fluffy fic, or do you like more plot beforehand? let me know! as always, likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[thebowieconstricker]

Expressing Yourself with Edward Scissorhands✂️🥀🪡

Edward Scissorhands x Reader Oneshot!

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Summary: You need a haircut, and your best friend is happy to help. Pining and fluff ensues.

Tags: Haircuts, soft touches, pining, fluff, so much fluff, domestic fluff, they’re in love and they don’t know it, give Edward Scissorhands a happy ending 20XX

AN: Hey y’all, this takes place before Edward has cut anyone’s hair, cause I love the idea that you’re the first to get an Edward haircut lol. Also this is partly just me ranting about wanting short hair, but take this anyway you need it! You are valid and Edward loves you <333

You hated your hair with a passion. It stuck out here, or was too long there, or was uneven at the back. Every time you looked in the mirror, you sighed before putting it up so you wouldn’t have to look at it. Although you had pleaded for a trip to the barbers before, your parents wouldn’t budge, and you were forced to keep your atrocious hairstyle.

This was the rant that you were currently giving to your very best friend, Edward. Ever since he had first come to town, you had an immediate kinship with him. Obviously you didn’t have scissors for hands, but you related to him. You were an oddball in your family, striving for something more than the technicolor suburbs. And when you saw Edward… man, it was like someone had created the perfect friend for you. He was so kind and understanding, he always seemed so enthusiastic about your dreams (though enthusiastic for him meant a small smile), and he was an amazing listener.

Like now.

Currently, you were pacing in the Bogg’s basement, where Edward sat on the couch, watching you. This had become your designated hang out space when you didn’t want to be outside.

“I just- I don’t get why they won’t just let me cut it. And like- I would do it myself, but I don’t know anything about styling hair!” You had been pacing for some time now, and at this statement, you dramatically collapsed next to Edward (though a good distance away as to not make him uncomfortable). He gave a small inhale and a smile that you took to be a laugh at your antics, and you looked at him.

Suddenly, you got an idea.

“Edward… have you ever cut someone’s hair before?”

His eyebrows raised in surprise, before shaking his head ‘no’.

You adjusted to face him more head on, his brown doe eyes giving you an awfully sweet, curious expression.

“Would you cut my hair? I mean, if you wouldn’t mind, of course. And it’s okay if it’s bad, ‘cause at least then my parents would have to take me to get it fixed.” At that you giggled a bit.

Edward furrowed his brows then, looking at you carefully.

“I like your hair.” He said it quietly, but seriously, and your heart melted.

“That’s sweet, but- I just don’t. And hey, I’ve seen the stuff you can create out of hedges, maybe hair can be your new medium!”

He gave a small smile to himself, then looked back at you seriously. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

You frowned. “You won’t hurt me, Edward. I trust you.” To emphasize, you gently put your hand on his shoulder. He flinched a bit at the contact, just enough that you notice, but then he froze, staring at you. He stared a lot, you had noticed. But this time, he seemed to be almost analyzing you. After a moment, he finally spoke. “I can do it.” You grinned and took your hand off of his shoulder, the urge to hug him becoming overwhelming. “Thank you SO MUCH! This means so much to me!” His eyes seemed to soften at your excitement and he smiled. “I’m happy to help you.” Edward motioned his hands upward, which you took as a sign to adjust yourself.

Oh, we’re doing this here-?

Eh, I’ll clean up Peg’s carpet.

You moved to grab a chair, which you set directly in front of him, then sat in it with your back to him. Edward stood up behind you, walking carefully around you as he took in the full spectacle that was your hair. You blushed a tad when he moved his face closer to yours to look at the hair in front of your face, but you tried to stay calm. After doing a few circles around you, he raised his hands and gave a part of your hair a sharp cut.

As the chunk fell to the ground, you couldn’t help but grin.

Edward cut more and more, here some and there some. As he grew more confident, he cut faster, the snipping sound you heard increasing in tempo. You couldn’t tell what style he was doing, as he seemed to be cutting at random. But you stayed as still as possible, getting excited as strand after strand wafted to the ground.

After a minute of him cutting at what seemed like the speed of light, he began to slow down, taking more care with certain parts of what hair you had left. Suddenly, he carefully put his scissor-hands on either side of your head, and your heart began to beat. Slowly, carefully, he turned your head to the left. You gulped.

He paused. He observed. He took his hands away from your head, but you kept it still, looking to the side. Taking very small steps, Edward circled you, and you stayed as still as a statue.

Without a sound, he jerked his arm up and gave your hair a final snip.

He smiled softly. “Done.” He whispered.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Woah, that was- an experience.” You said, getting up from the chair. Edward blinked as his smile widened, a gesture you had decided to mean he was laughing. You walked across the room to a mirror hanging on the wall, nervous but excited.

When you looked-

It was you.

Really you! The truest version of you that you had ever seen! Your hair was perfect! Edward had styled it so it framed your face just so, but also created such a unique shape that you laughed out loud seeing it.

“Do you like it?” Edward’s soft voice floated from behind you. You turned to him, grinning so widely you could tell it was contagious from the way he smiled back. “Edward it’s- it’s so perfect! I love it! You’re so talented I- can I hug you?”

He continued to smile at your praises until you mentioned a hug. “I can’t.” He frowned and said it so sadly.

You frowned with him, but then, you thought of something. “Could I put a braid in your hair?”

His eyes lit up, perking up immediately. He nodded with a smile.

You dashed to gather the proper materials in your bag, pulling out a hairbrush and some small, elastic hair ties. “Your turn in the chair, Ed!” He moved quickly to sit down, his hands fidgeting in excitement.

After a while of trying to organize Edward’s hair into something even remotely manageable, you took a part of his hair and gently began to braid. Although you had always admired his hair from afar, you never took in how beautiful it actually was. A dark, inky color, it swirled and curled in intricate layers. Choppy and messy, yes, but with such charm.

Unbeknownst to you, Edward was in heaven. His eyes softly closed the second you began to touch his hair, a small hum of contentment escaping from his lips. You had been the first person to want to get close to him. You had always been so relentlessly kind to him. You were never afraid to touch him. And now here you were, happily braiding his hair. If his pale face could blush, it would, and he felt the heat rising to his cheeks. He had basically fallen for you the second he saw you, but moments like these made him fall harder and harder.

A moment later, you had finished a small, pretty braid in the mess of his hair. Small enough that it didn’t alter his style (you’d never want to do that, it was too gorgeous), but large enough that it could be seen.

“Done! I like it!” You ruffled his hair affectionately and Edward beamed. He got up from his chair slowly, but then dashed robotically across the room to the mirror, making you giggle. He looked at himself and turned his head at an angle to see his braid. As you watched, his eyes crinkled with how much he smiled, his scissors sniping back and forth. He turned to you.

“Thank you very much.” He said, grinning.

You walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “No, thank you. This was amazing.” His eyes were focused on you, giving you an expression of adoration and gratitude.

Leading him back to the couch, you began to chatter away about another matter. The two of you ultimately settled again, this time you put your head on his shoulder. The rest of the night would go on like your previous hang-out nights, but you both knew that things had shifted between you two. Things were the same, yes, but you had shared something special. You finally felt like yourself, thanks to Edward. And Edward felt appreciated and loved, thanks to you.

AN: Thanks so much for reading! I just want there to be more cuddly Edward content so I guess I’ll have to do it myself. Also I included the “you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding” line on purpose, because it’s such a cliche lol. Gimme requests if ya got ‘em and have a wonderful autumn! <333

[fairyrcts]

fall bf!matt headcanons

by fairyrcts contents - fluff, intended lowercase, pet names

an - i adore fall matt

taglist - @pvssychicken , @gothiccvnt6996 , @emely9274 (header by @issysh3ll )

fall bf!matt who gets excited over small things

"baby, look!" his voice was excited as he picked up a perfectly shaped maple leaf on your morning walk.

"it's like the emoji!" matt's smile was brighter than the morning sun, it beamed so happily.

"take a picture, sunshine." you reciprocated the gleamimg grin while matt let go of your hand for a moment to take a photo of the picture-pefect leaf.

fall bf!matt who makes mini at home dates

you came downstairs after over an hour of working. the smell of sugar cookies filled your nose.

matt stood infront of the oven, taking a batch of pillsbury halloween cookies out of it.

on the couch sat two autumn-themed blankets, a small platter of food, a candle and the tv set on tim burton's the corpse bride.

"okay, so we're gonna have a marathon. we've got corpse bride, frankenwienie, hocus pocus, beetlejuice and edward scissorhands. sound good?"

fall bf!matt who'll buy you autumn snacks

"look what they had at the store!" he smiled as he walked in through the door and sat the grocery bag on top of the table in front of you.

he began taking the items out of the bag, handing you a pumpkin spice cookie and a cinnamon coffee.

"are these for me?" you ask with a small grin on your face before he nodded and gave you a small kiss to the cheek. "duh."

fall bf!matt who makes autumn playlists for the two of you.

matt laid on your chest, the both of you scrolling on your phones while clairo played on the tv in his room.

you looked through instagram, a notification popping up on your phone from the boy who's head was lying on you.

"did you just..?" you giggled, looking down at him.

"yup. it's a fall playlist. it's got the smiths, fiona apple, beach weather, mazzy star. literally everything." his voice was gentle as a soft smile appeared on his face.

fall bf!matt who's always outside with you

the two of you walked the streets of boston, coffee shops and book stores on either side on you.

"i hope you know, we're 100% having an autumn wedding." he looked down at you as he spoke, swing your hands a bit.

"in order to even have a wedding, you have to propose first." you said in a teasing manner.

"in order to propose, i need to know you're okay with an autumn wedding." he spoke in a know-it-all tone.

"i'm more than okay with it, i promise you."

[thenickgirl]

Bf!Nick HeadCanons

nick x male!reader

disclaimer: this is all fictional! these are based on my own conclusions as a (unhinged) fan.

warnings: not proofread. mostly fluff, a little suggestive. i kinda wrote these as they came to my mind so i apologize if it doesn’t really flow well 😭

Nick as a boyfriend:

♢ he’s the number one shit talker and comeback king, so he loves teasing you but it’s all laced with love

♢ not very big on PDA, but will hold your hand and give small kisses when in public

♢ he’s never controlling or jealous, he trusts you and is confident in the relationship you two have

♢ he will talk you to death, but will also listen intently to what you have to say

♢ he loves taking pictures with and of you, especially off guard ones

- “wait when did you even take this?”

“uhh…don’t worry about it”

♢ he’s much softer around you, always blushing or giggling and a little nervous

♢ he claims to hate pet names but will blush every time you call him baby, sweetheart, or my love

♢ he hates the teasing from his brothers so whenever you come over, he’ll keep you hostage to his room

♢ he’ll want to wait a while before hard launching your relationship to the public, but once he does you’ll be in almost every one of his photodumbs

♢ he loves the bond that you have created with matt and chris, but hates it when you chose to spend time or hang out with them instead

- “you’re seriously ditching me for matt right now?? is he gonna suck your dick? no i didn’t think so”

♢ he’s very protective, would not tolerate any hate towards you, he’s quick to rip someones head off their shoulders about you

♢ he loves going out and experiencing new things with you, whether it be new restaurants, new clothing stores, or even traveling he just loves spending time with you

♢ he’s making you watch every single season of RuPaul and if you’ve never seen Edwards Scissorhands…just take a wild guess

♢ he enjoys seeing you happy and passionate about things you like as well, he doesn’t mind a single bit when you guys watch your favorite show for the 12th time this week

♢ he loves hugs, anytime you wrap your arms around him he just melts

♢ he loves going on walks and late night drives with you and if you let him on aux omg he’s ready to suck you off right then and there

♢ he absolutely loves spoiling you: birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, any celebrations you’re getting flooded with gifts. he tries to make them a surprise but fails because he’s so excited to give them to you

- “i got this for your birthday, i couldn’t wait”

“but my birthday is two months awa-”

“JUST OPEN IT”

♢ he loves when you wear his hoodies and sweaters, he just thinks you look so cute in them

♢ you’ll always get a first hand look at all the new and upcoming space camp products way before they’re released

- “i think this one is gonna do really well”

“which flavor is that?”

“kiss me and you’ll find out”

♢ disagreements or arguments never last long between you two because one of you always caves

♢ if you’re active on social media he’s the first person in your comment section, hyping you up like crazy

♢ he’s not overly affectionate, but will always reassure you of how much he loves and cares for you

♢ if you’re ever in a car video he’ll make sure you get your chance to speak, cutting off matt and chris without hesitation

- “HELLOOO. i hear them, do you??”

♢ he’s not overly sexual, but is easily turned on by you, something as simple as a smirk or the way you look at him will have him on his knees for you

♢ he loves when you have your hand on his thigh when you’re driving, or your hand around his waist when you’re walking together

♢ intimate moments are always private, keeping things sweet and sensual, taking your time with one another. even on the rougher nights you both make sure that after care is a priority

♢ when you’re alone he simply can’t keep his hands off of you, always touching you in some way or another

♢ he loves cuddle sessions, but because he gets hot so fast they’re usually short lived

♢ he’s such a people person so when you take him to meet your parents they love him instantly

♢ he’ll be super supportive of you and whatever it is that you do, always willing to help you if you need it

♢ he loves to praise you even when you’re not in his presence, he loves talking about you to others

- “y/n is just amazing, i love them so much and i’m so blessed to have met them. i could literally talk about them for hours”

taglist: @demistyles @sturniolossss @mattslolita @guccifrog @luverboychris @muwapsturniolo @orangelala @freshloveforthefit @imsosillygoofylol @moonk1ss3d

[healmyhrt]

⌗ lick, n. sturniolo

nick x male!reader

summary: movie night turns into something more.

disclaimers!: established relationship, oral sex, kissing, fluff, use of y/n

a/n: lmk how i did guys bc ive never written any nick smut IN MY LIFE 😖😖

“did you pick a movie yet?” i yell into nick’s bedroom, from his bathroom. i hear the remote click a few more times, and i roll my eyes.

turning off the light switch, i walk back into his room. i snuggle next to him, and nick throws the blanket over us.

“edward scissorhands.”

i sigh, and smile at him. “of course.” nick puts his arm around my shoulder, and i lean my head onto his. the movie starts and we both focus on the tv screen.

“it’s almost time.” nick whispers into my ear, and i can feel the smile on his face. everytime we watch edward scissorhands, we always kiss at the same time during the kiss scene between edward and kim.

this time nick seemed more excited than usual.

we both sit up, because we know the scene is coming up. i turn to look at nick, and he’s already staring at me.

i lean in, and nick immediately smashes his lips onto mine. i smile, and go to pull away, but nick lets the kiss last longer. i mean, i don’t mind…

i move my hands to his hair, and he places one hand on my waist, and the other in my hair. the kiss is intimate as fuck, and you can tell how eager we are for one another.

i start to slide my hands toward the waistband of nick’s shorts, and he looks at me. “are you sure?” i bite my bottom lip.

“c-can i?” i question, and he nods quickly. “of course.”

i continue kissing him, slowly letting my hand travel under his waistband, and into his boxers. i palm him through the fabric, and nick grunts. i pull away, “what?”

he adjusts how he’s sitting, and spreads his legs a little to give me more work room. he leans in, and kisses me again.

i trail my fingers down to his tip, and feel it oozing with precum. i slowly begin to move my hands up and down on his cock, and nick groans into my lips.

the more i move on him, the more he starts to lose control. nick moves from my lips, and kisses down my neck as my movement becomes faster, and his trembling more rapid.

“shirt.” nick demands. i take my shirt off quickly with my free hand, and nick kisses down my chest. he gets to the waistband of my sweatpants, and looks up at me for consent.

i nod eagerly, and remove my hands from his shorts.

nick shimmy’s my sweatpants down to my knees, and straddles my legs. he slowly pulls down my boxers, keeping eye contact with me. “nick, please…”

i’m already rock hard, and nick smirks to himself. “couldn’t keep your composure with me, huh?”

i tilt my head back and close my eyes, as nick moves his mouth onto me. he slowly circles his tongue around my tip, and plunges his tongue into the slit. “fuck…” i groan.

he licks a trail of precum up my length, and massages it around with his hands. i open my eyes, and look down at him. he keeps his eyes on me as he takes almost all of me in his mouth.

nick bobs his head up and down on me, not ending the eye contact. i fold, and shut my eyes again. i feel nick take my cock out of his mouth. “no… no, please…”

“eyes on me.”

i nod, and he continues. i struggle to contain myself as nick continues to stroke me while sucking. i feel my climax getting more built up, and i start to get shaky.

“nick… im gonna…” is all i can make out. i shut my mouth to stifle the moans that threaten to leave it.

nick takes my cock out of his mouth with a pop sound, but continues moving his hands up and down on me.

my legs tremble as im about to cum, and nick stops.

“no, please.” i whine. nick presses a finger to my tip, making sure i can’t let it out. “hold it.” he demands.

i squirm underneath him, and i start sweating. i try to sit up, but the feeling is too much for me. “nick—”

“take it.” he cuts me off.

once the climax goes away, i sigh heavily, and lay back. nick pulls my boxers and sweats up together, and adjusts himself so he’s lying beside me.

he leans his head against mine, and fidgets with his fingers. “was it bad?” i shoot up, and look at him.

his eyes are anxious, and i give him a small smile. “never.” i reassure. he grins. “so you’d let me do it again, then?”

“in a heartbeat.” i say, with a sigh after, still trying to catch my breath. i lay back down, and we both face back toward the tv.

“so i guess we missed the end of the movie, huh?”

[imyourbratzdoll]

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

 ♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

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𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬 ➳

summary - you come home and find your boyfriend in bed with your best friend, how do you react?

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[whosbloom]

Jimmy Darling » Couples Costumes

day 4 of flufftober

⋆.˚ summary: halloween is the one day a year Jimmy can go in public with his claws, so why not embrace them while matching with you?

⋆.˚ fluff , lil self deprecation from Jimmy , not canon timeline accurate at all but that’s okay , short but sweet

“Do I have to dress up as this.. Edward dude?” Jimmy side as he tilted his head for you, applying some more face paint to his skin, trying to make him look pasty.

“Yes! I think you being Edward Scissorhands is the greatest thing ever. Plus you get to show off the claws in a different way.” You smiled and pressed a kiss to one of his hands, watching him smile at you.

“You’re lucky I love you.” He sighed and stole a quick kiss from your lips, before pushing himself to stand and awkwardly looking over himself in the mirror you had in your tent. “I don’t look totally ridiculous, do I?”

“Not at all. I feel ridiculous standing next to you though.. this dress is kinda itchy.” You sighed and tried to adjust the white dress you wore for the nth time, listening to Jimmy snicker at you.

“I think it looks good on you. Who are you dressed as again?” He quirked a brow at you, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“Kim. Edward’s love interest.” You smiled at him, earning a nod in response before he kissed your temple.

“Well, you’re definitely my love interest. Costume or not.”

That night went smoother than you would ever have expected. Many people complimenting your costumes instead of focusing solely on his hands, making him much less self conscious around all the people.

You managed to score a bit of candy as well, though you ended up sharing it with Ma Petite, Salt and Pepper.

At the end of the night you had Jimmy sitting on the edge of your bed, carefully removing the face paint you applied hours before, his hands resting on your hips.

“Best Halloween I’ve had by far.” He mumbled quietly, a smile toying at him lips as he closed his eyes for you.

“Yeah? How so?”

“My hands didn’t make people run away or disgusted for once. They actually brought everything together.” He spoke quietly, causing you to pause your actions and slightly pull back.

He opened his eyes and looked up at you, giving you a loving and appreciative expression.

“I love you for this. For tonight. I am so damn glad I have you here.” He smiled a bit more while leaning up, pulling you down to press a loving kiss to your lips, pulling away and leaving some white face paint behind.

“You have a little something there.” He chuckled and carefully swiped it away with his thumb, making you blush as you smiled back at him.

“I love you too Jimmy. More than you’ll ever know.”

tags: @lemoniiiiiii , @jazz-berry , @xrag-dollx (ask to be added!!)

[ultrone]

only in dreams !

you gift shauna a flannel for her birthday. based on a hc from this post ҂ pure fluff; kissing, cuddling. . .﹙1.0k wc﹚

“if nat knew you were into weezer, she’d bully the shit out of you,” you playfully remarked, glancing down at your girlfriend and using your foot to gently rub her back. you were both lying on shauna's bed, with you on your back and your head propped up by pillows, while she was stretched out on her stomach, leaning over the end of the bed, searching for a movie for the two of you to watch.

“which is exactly why nobody’s gonna tell her, right?” she inquired in a menacing tone.

“right,” you readily answered, sporting a knowing grin.

weezer's 'only in dreams' was softly playing in the background as you patiently waited for your girlfriend to finally pick a movie. it had been twenty minutes since she began rummaging through her dvd collection. today marked her birthday, and you had spent most of the day celebrating with your group of friends. she wasn't one for big parties, so the evening had been a simple dinner outing. jackie had suggested hitting a bar afterward, but shauna had declined. all she wanted now was to be with you, cuddling in bed, and watching movies until you both drifted off to sleep—of course, she didn't disclose that to the group; she simply said she was tired. she wanted to avoid being teased by taissa or van.

"eyes wide shut?" she inquired, arching an eyebrow.

"nah, not in the mood," you replied with a slight grimace.

"what about 'd.e.b.s.'?" she suggested.

"i love it, but we've seen it too many times," you responded.

"how about 'before sunrise'?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"didn't jackie make you watch it last week? that and 'edward scissorhands'?" you inquired, and she nodded in agreement. "let's go for something neither of us has seen, or at least not in a while," you proposed, and she nodded.

"what about 'the faculty'? it came out a few months ago, and i've been meaning to watch it," she said.

"the one about aliens or something like that?" you asked curiously.

"yeah, that one," she confirmed, turning her gaze back to you and employing her characteristic puppy eyes—she knew what she was doing, and you could never resist her.

"of course, babe. it's your birthday, after all. we're watching whatever you want," you reassured her.

"yes!" she exclaimed in a whisper, clenching her fist and moving her arm downward excitedly with a smile. she turned around, jumped into your arms, gave you a sweet kiss on the lips, and then hopped off the bed to insert the dvd into the player.

as she did so, you also stood up from the bed and walked over to your bag. unzipping it, you retrieved a medium-sized box that had been tucked inside. returning to your spot on the bed, you patiently waited for her to finish setting up the movie.

once she was done, she rose from her knees and walked towards the bed, only to spot you holding a box that hadn't been there before.

"what's that?" she asked curiously as she sat in bed next to you. there was a glint of excitement in her eyes already, as she suspected it was a birthday present.

"open it," you encouraged, handing it over to her with a soft smile.

returning your smile, she gently took the box in her hands and gave it a little shake, trying to figure out what was inside before opening it. with no idea of its contents, she proceeded to untie the small bow securing it and slowly removed the lid, revealing a neatly folded dark red flannel.

her eyebrows shot up as she pulled it out of the box and held it in front of her to examine it. "wait, is this the flannel from the mall?"

"yeah, i noticed you kept staring at it and checking the price tag, so i took a picture of it without you noticing and went back to buy it the next day," you explained.

her eyes softened at your words, and her smile grew wider. she set the flannel aside and pulled you into a hug that caused both of you to tumble back onto the bed. "thank you so much, i love it," she said, breaking the hug and capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

after the two of you separated to catch your breath, she grabbed the flannel and tore off the tag, placing it on the bedside table. then, she turned her attention back to you. "put it on," she commanded, handing it over.

you grabbed it, looking at her with a puzzled expression. she shyly clarified, "i want to wear it tomorrow when we go to jackie's house, but i want it to smell like you."

"awww," you cooed, biting your lower lip and playfully poking her side, making her blush.

"stop it," she said, grabbing your arm to halt your poking. "just put it on already," she added with an embarrassed smile.

"okay, okay," you replied, giving her a peck on her flushed cheek before focusing on unbuttoning the flannel and placing it over your pajamas. "how do i look?" you asked playfully, resting your hands on your hips and looking to the side with a smug expression.

"very hot," she quipped back, slowly pulling you closer by the collar of the flannel and giving you another kiss.

once the kiss ended, she gave you one last peck before reaching for the box and tossing it onto the floor. she began shifting to cover herself with the blankets, and you mimicked her movements, lying down as close to her as possible. she pulled the blankets over both of you and turned off the bedside lamp, leaving only the tv's glow in the room. as she pressed the play button, you intertwined your legs together, and you wrapped one of your arms around her waist, resting your head against her chest while she gently massaged your scalp. it didn't take long for the two of you to fall asleep in each other's arms.

[loki104-uwu]

Bored so i'm doing a lil thing

basically i'm making Fop ocs based off of mainly Tim Burton characters but some are also Henry Selick characters so yeah..(I have made 3 based off of Coraline and there is more in the making so many do Wendell & Wild along with James and the giant peach)

Note: It just started off with Alder and Eliza who were based off of Beetlejuice and Lydia and I got bored and decided to do more.

Alder- Beetlejuice.

Eliza- Lydia Deetz.

Treat- Jack skellington.

Trick- Oogie boogie.

Glow- Zero.

Ghost- Frankenweenie.

Vincent- Victor Frankenstein (Frankenweenie).

Eddy- Edward Scissorhands.

Ali- Alice (Alice in wonderland).

Char-Char & Tom Foolery- Charlie and Willy Wonka of course.

Vic & Emmy- Victor and Emily (corpse bride).

Addy (Adeline)- Coraline.

Bertie- Wybie.

Jinx- idk the cat's name in Coraline.

I have 15 characters right now and trying to get to 20 so if you want, send a Tim Burton or Henry Selick character and I can try to make a fop oc based off them, might make a blog for them but idk...

anyways drink water and have an amazing day everyone!!

Random taglist i'm so sorry (@wreckrinho, @that-artistic-record, @hamilton-fluff)

[starsstuddedsky]

Chapter 7 - The Cataclysm

reader x jihoon

Chapter 6 | masterlist | Chapter 8

summary: when you're caught in a simple lie, the best solution? dig in and stick to your guns until everything inevitably goes wrong and everyone gets hurt

or, a serial dater and a pessimist fake a relationship in the vain hope that nothing will go wrong

genre: fluff, angst, non-idol au, lawyer au, coworkers to lovers??? friends to lovers???? fake dating!!!!!

warnings: alcohol, food, cursing, lmk if i missed any!

wc: 5.8k

a/n: we're getting so close to the end!!!

taglist: open! send an ask or comment!

Jihoon is used to being late, at least for social functions. He’s only been late for work twice, both times out of his control, only ever missed one lecture during university because he got food poisoning. But with his friends, he’s expected to be late. If Jihoon says he’s coming at 7, everyone knows he won’t show up until 8. 

So why does it bother him that he’s late tonight? He even warned you that it would be another half an hour when Seokmin came crying to his office about some mistake he made on the Calvin’s case. It’s not a very good first impression on your friends, even if it holds up to your characterization of him (according to you). 

So as soon as he gets out of the office, he rushes over, leaving his car in your apartment's garage and walking two blocks to the party. He knocks on the townhouse door, a pretty shade of green, not so bright that it stands out, dark and subtle. Just as he raises his hand to knock again, the door swings open and Jihoon realizes his mistake. 

“Welcome!” The door is opened by a man (a grown man) wearing a skin tight suit and cat ears. He clearly has already drunk too much, swaying on his feet. It takes him a full thirty seconds to realize he doesn’t know Jihoon, walking away with a frown leaving the door open. 

It’s a costume party. It’s Halloween, of course it’s a costume party, but Jihoon is standing on the doorstep still wearing a plain blue button down and slacks and looking like a complete idiot. And before he can even think of a backup plan someone is shouting his name. 

“Jihoon!” Soonyoung shouts. He’s wearing a tiger print sheet wrapped around him, more or less covering the important bits, but clearly meant to show off his well-defined muscles. Jihoon would bet anything he disappears to do push-ups every twenty minutes just to keep his biceps popping. 

Soonyoung, friends since high school, won the talent show in high school with a dance cover of Beyoncé’s Crazy in Love and nearly killed you falling off the podium, which Jihoon figures is a pretty accurate description of both you and Soonyoung. Has been dressing up as a tiger for Halloween for over ten years now. 

“Soonyoung,” he says, allowing the other man to drag him inside. 

“What are you supposed to be?” Soonyoung asks, words slurring just a tiny bit. 

“A person with a job,” Jihoon grumbles. “What are you?” 

“Zeus, obviously,” Soonyoung says. He glances at the tiger print wrapped around the other man. Jihoon doesn’t see any Greek god in particular. Or any Greek. Or any God. Mostly he just sees tigers. 

“Dude, you’re ripped.” Soonyoung latches onto Jihoon, wrapping his free hand around his shoulder. It travels to his arms, squeezing his biceps, triceps, back up to his back and touching everything he can. “Where do you work out? Do you need a gym buddy? Can I be your gym buddy?” 

“How much have you had to drink?” Jihoon asks, pushing Soonyoung back an arm’s distance away. 

“Two shots? And this.” He holds up a bottle of some mixed drink. 

“Yeah, Soonyoung is a bit of a lightweight,” a new voice says. Jihoon turns and it takes all of his willpower not to jump. The man that approaches (and rescues Jihoon from Soonyoung’s clingy grip) wears a scarily accurate Edward Scissorhands costume, complete with hair he isn’t entirely sure is a wig and sharp-looking blades of metal attached to his fingers. 

Jeonghan, soccer player that you befriended in college. In your own words, “thinks he’s more arrogant than he is,” “highly judgemental,” and “simultaneously the worst person you’ve ever met and your most beloved friend in the world.” 

“Yoon Jeonghan,” he says. “I’d shake your hand, but…” He waves the knives. “And you are the infamous Lee Jihoon. Soonyoung, shake the man’s hand for me.” 

He practically jumps at the opportunity, except the bottle is in his right hand and he almost spills it on himself. His hand is warm and sweaty and it’s a terrible handshake. 

“Good strong grip,” Soonyoung says, giggling. 

“Thanks?” 

“Yeah, He’s going to be gone in about two hours,” Jeonghan says. “But he’ll be fine. I’m much more interested in you.” 

You warned him about Jeonghan but it’s a different experience to be analyzed by him in person. Especially when he’s clad in leather and wearing blades for hands. 

“No costume? Wait, let me guess.” Jeonghan pauses, raising his eyebrows. “Too busy?” 

“I came straight from the office,” Jihoon says. He hates how it sounds like an excuse. He showed up, didn’t he? Why isn’t that enough? 

“Costumes are overrated,” Jeonghan says. 

Jihoon raises his eyebrows, glancing at Jeonghan’s costume again. 

“There’s a competition,” Jeonghan says. “Not here,” he adds quickly. “I would not put in this much effort for these losers. They clearly don’t require that.” 

Jihoon can’t argue with that. Most of the people scattered around the couches and up the stairs are wearing half assed costumes, many of which are meant to show as much skin as possible. It reminds him of the college parties he never went to, except everyone here is an adult. 

“Where’s yn?” Jihoon asks, since it’s really the only thing he’s sure Jeonghan won’t judge him for. It should hopefully win him points. 

“Upstairs, drinking with some old college friends. They probably gave up waiting for someone that never shows up.” 

“Sorry about that,” Jihoon mutters. 

“I’m just kidding!” Jeonghan says with a grin. It’s a little scary with his outfit. “I don’t think yn actually thought you’d come to be honest.” It’s clear he doesn’t just mean you had no faith in him. 

“I guess I did that to myself,” he says. “I’d apologize to Soonyoung for the anniversary incident, but I don’t think he’ll remember.” 

Soonyoung giggles, finishing his drink. “I won’t!” He pushes off Jeonghan, wandering away. 

“Should we be worried about him?” Jihoon asks, frowning at his unsteady walk. 

“You-no, me-eh,” Jeonghan says. “He’s been worse.” He tries to fold his arms but the scissors on his hands knock against everything. “So what did you do for the anniversary?” 

Jihoon thinks he can hear an actual warning bell going off, but you’ve trained him for this. He’s prepared. “Nothing that special. Yn just came over and we cooked together and just spent time together.” 

“How boring,” Jeonghan says. “You at least got them a gift, right?” 

“Of course,” Jihoon says. “An amazing one. Well, something yn likes. It’s actually not that amazing but yn liked it.” 

“That’s the important part,” Jeonghan says. “Do I get to know what it is?” 

“Nope,” Jihoon says, even though he knows you already told him. He just doesn’t want to talk about the painstaking task of harassing the office manager until you finally got a working printer. It doesn’t sound particularly romantic, plus you were the one that actually did it. He feels a little guilty claiming the credit for it, especially since you managed to get him a chair specifically made for athletic office workers. 

“Well, I have evaluated and assessed and you are okay,” Jeonghan says. “For now.” 

“Should I be more offended by the ‘okay’ or the ‘for now’?” Jihoon asks. 

“The ‘okay’ was a compliment,” Jeonghan says. “You don’t know how rarely I give them out, especially to yn’s boyfriends. Honestly the only thing that’s saving you is what yn said about you. And the fact that you’re a real, living person. I wasn’t entirely convinced until tonight. But you are exactly what yn said you’re like.” 

“And the ‘for now’?” 

Jeonghan shrugs. “This is the first time I’ve ever met you, so… for now. I already said I liked you well enough so don’t push it.” 

“Thank you?” Jihoon says. 

“You’re welcome.” Jeonghan throws an arm over his shoulder, blades rattling over his arm. Jihoon still isn’t sure if they’re fake or not. 

“Look who I found!” Soonyoung shouts. He pushes another body across the room to where Jihoon and Jeonghan stand. Thankfully his costume is less extreme and Jihoon can recognize him. 

Vernon. Friends since college, a linguistics major with a passion for film. Apparently watched Everything Everywhere All At Once recently because he has sausages for fingers. Fake sausages, taped loosely and falling off. 

Jihoon is pretty sure you wanted to introduce your friends to him yourself, but it’s too late now. Soonyoung pushes from behind, except his hands are full with a drink in each. Vernon allows himself to be pushed until he’s in front of Jihoon. 

“Hey, you’re Jihoon,” he says. 

“You’re Vernon.” 

“Soonyoung, shake the man’s hand for Vernon,” Jeonghan says. 

“Oh that’s not—” Vernon begins. 

 “Too late!” Soonyoung says, shaking his hand, a bottle separating the hands. He lets go, leaving the drink in Jihoon’s hand. “That’s for you! Neither of these two idiots chose costumes that allow them to use their hands.” 

“Thanks,” Jihoon says. Normally he only drinks the expensive alcohol that Seungkwan gets as gifts or beer but tonight he can make an exception. For you. Besides, the drink is overly sweet and fizzy, but it’s not bad, and the more he drinks from it, the better it tastes. 

“You’re not going to question me?” Jihoon asks Vernon. 

“Nah, that’s Jeonghan’s thing,” he says. “I’m a vibe guy. Checking vibes.” 

“You’re strange,” Jihoon says. 

“Thank you,” Vernon says, resting a hand full of sausage-fingers on Jihoon’s shoulder. 

“You’re welcome,” Jihoon says, doing his best not to frown at the strange sensation of fake fingers on his shoulder. 

“How long before you have to run off and put out a fire?” Jeonghan asks. 

“You’re a firefighter?” Soonyoung asks, eyes wide. 

“It’s a metaphor, dude,” Vernon says. “Though I bet he could carry you pretty easily.” 

“Right! Because he’s strong!” Soonyoung leans closer, moving to look at Jihoon’s shoulders again. Then, apparently he gets distracted, because he sniffs at Vernon’s fingers, then opens his mouth. 

“Soonyoung they're fake!” Vernon says, yanking his hand away and accidentally shoving Jihoon forward. Instead of biting into Vernon’s (fake) sausage fingers, Soonyoung’s mouth falls onto Jihoon’s shoulder, teeth and all. 

“Soonyoung!” Jeonghan shouts, grabbing the other man. 

“Yuck,” Soonyoung says. “You taste like laundry detergent and sweat.” 

“How do you know what laundry detergent tastes like?” Vernon asks. 

“Don’t ask,” Jeonghan says, rolling his eyes. “Four shot Soonyoung is not allowed anywhere near cleaning supplies. Or kitchens.” 

“I’m going to go find yn,” Jihoon says, taking another sip of his drink. He doesn’t think he’s had much, but it’s nearly empty. Strange. He can feel it when he walks to the stairs, vaguely aware of Jeonghan, Soonyoung, and Vernon following him. A slight buzz that makes his ears feel warm and steps light. He pushes past a Woody and Buzz Lightyear making out on the stairs, which take way more focus than usual to ascend. 

The second floor has more space than the first, a wide room with sofas and a floor that would be empty if it weren’t for all the people sitting on it. He sees you immediately, sitting between someone wearing a half-deflated dinosaur costume and Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle. You’re laughing, because it’s you, and he thinks he can listen to you laugh for the rest of his life. And then you see him. 

“Jihoon!” You jump up with a ridiculous grin. Jihoon remembers what Jeonghan said. You never expected him to show up. He thinks it might be true with how happy you look now. You almost tackle him in a hug. 

“Why is there a wet mark on your shoulder?” You ask into his chest. 

“Your friends are weird.” 

You laugh again, squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry.” 

“They’re fun though,” he says. “I like them.” 

“Now you’re the one being weird,” you say. You let go of him, studying him. He watches as your eyes narrow in on the drink in his hand. “Oh my god, are you drunk?” 

“It’s one drink, I’m not that much of a lightweight,” Jihoon says. 

Clearly you’ve had more than one drink because you laugh yet again. You haven’t stopped smiling since he appeared, and Jihoon kind of hopes you never stop. 

“You weren’t too mean, were you?” You say, turning to face Jeonghan. Your hand slips into Jihoon’s. 

“”You won’t believe me if I say no,” he says. 

“That’s because you never liked any of my boyfriends,” you say. “But now that you’ve met Jihoon, you have to admit it. He’s different.” 

“He is definitely not your type,” Vernon says. Jihoon decides not to think too much about that. 

You spin around to face Jihoon again, dropping his hand. “Guess what I am?” You ask, more than a little giggly. You raise your arms to show your full black outfit, complete little black wings that dangle. You spin in a circle and there’s a little black tail that follows you, bouncing gently. He has absolutely no idea what you are supposed to be but you’re smiling at him looking absolutely giddy and he decides any guess is better than nothing. 

“The endangered solenodon?” 

“Not endangered anymore! But still venomous,” you say. “And no! They aren’t even black. I’m Toothless, obviously.” You wave your wings. 

“That was my second guess,” Jihoon says. “Who’s Toothless?” 

“Toothless? How to Train A Dragon?” 

“Never seen it,” Jihoon says. 

“This is a travesty. A crime. You could be sued for this. I’m writing a lawsuit in my head.” 

Jihoon wraps an arm around you, pulling you back to his side. “If I watch it with you, will you promise not to sue me?” 

“Hm.” You eye him. “I won’t sue you for How to Train A Dragon. I won’t agree to anything else.” 

“Are there more lawsuits being planned up in your head?” He asks, poking your head gently. It’s been a while since he’s let himself just relax but it seems to come naturally when he’s with you. 

“Just you wait,” you say. “You have no idea what you’ve started by dating me.” 

“No, I do not,” Jihoon says, barely more than a whisper. You don’t hear him. 

You flap your wings rather pitifully. “I like my costume.” 

“I’m very sorry to be the one to tell you this, but you are not winning any costume contests tonight,” Jihoon says. He can’t help but laugh when you pout. 

“As long as no one else calls me a bat,” you say. Jihoon laughs and hugs you again. 

“You’d be a really cute bat, though,” he says. The drink must have really kicked in but Jihoon can’t find it in himself to care. 

“Are you done being disgusting?” Jeonghan says. He’s moved past both of you to the floor, joining Dinosaur dude and Howl and a few other people on the floor. 

“It’s not disgusting! It’s true love!” Soonyoung cries. “Yn deserves it!” 

“Okay, buddy,” Vernon says, saving everyone from a shower by grabbing the cup from Soonyoung’s hand. “Let’s maybe chill out.” 

“I will not!” Soonyoung says. He sprawls onto the floor, limbs flying everywhere. There’s a scramble to move anything in his path. “Love is more important than anything! I will not be silenced!” 

“No one is silencing you,” you say. You pull Jihoon down beside you, crossing your legs on the floor. Jihoon sits back against the couch and you lean into him, your shoulder pressing into his chest so that you’re mostly covering him. Soonyoung wiggles on the floor like a worm until his head is in your lap. 

“You’re upside down,” he says. 

You shake your head, turning to Jihoon. “You see what I deal with? Fooling them is like taking candy from a baby.” 

“I had no idea you had such malicious intentions,” Jihoon says. He wonders if having a second drink is the best idea, but a bottle is being placed in his hand and the first one tasted so good, so he just figures he’ll do what he wants tonight and deal with the consequences later. 

“Who’s down for some truth or dare?” Someone he doesn’t know asks. 

“Yes!” Soonyoung says, jumping out of your lap. “Yes, yes, yes!” 

“Yes, as long as no one dares Soonyoung to jump out of any windows,” Jeonghan says. 

“Has that happened?” Jihoon asks you softly. 

“Yeah, he broke both his legs and wanted to do it again because ‘it was wrong the first time,’” you say. 

“Yn? Jihoon?” Vernon says. 

“We are grown adults with real jobs,” Jihoon whispers in your ear. “This is a game for teenagers.” 

“You’ve never played Truth or Dare, have you?” You say, turning to face him. His face gives him away without a word. 

“We’re in!” You announce. 

The circle starts halfway across, three people away. Ironman is dared to chug her drink, then a fairy talks about her worst sexual experience (Jihoon can feel his cheeks burning the more details she adds). The person next to him (wearing a clown mask and regular clothes in a poor man’s imitation of the joker) chooses truth too, and Vernon asks him to honestly say whether he relates to the joker or not. 

“Heath Ledger of Joaquin Phoenix?” Joker asks. 

“Joaquin Phoenix,” Vernon says. 

“I mean, we’re all a little bit like the Joker,” Joker says. “Especially us guys that get overlooked.” He glances around the room, pausing at the men in the circle. “Right?” 

“Nope,” Vernon says. 

“I have never felt like that,” Dinosaur says. 

“What are we talking about?” Jihoon says in a fake whisper. 

“It’s a movie,” you fake whisper back. “Don’t worry about it. But also don’t sit too close to that guy.” 

“Hey!” Joker says. He glares at you so Jihoon sits up a little straighter, letting his arm rest on top of yours. 

“Your turn!” Jeonghan says, apparently blind to reading the room. “Jihoon, truth or dare?” 

“This is so dumb,” Jihoon grumbles. He has only one choice, though. ‘Truth’ runs too many risks of questions he can’t answer, so he says, “Dare.” 

“Great!” Jeonghan says. “I dare you to kiss yn.” 

“Seriously?” Jihoon says. You sit up, no longing lounging on his chest. 

“Don’t mess around, Jeonghan,” you say. You wiggle your eyebrows and seem to be trying to communicate with your eyes, but Jeonghan seems to be blind yet again. 

“I’d never joke! It’s just a kiss,” he says. “He’s getting off easy, honestly.” 

“It’s true,” Soonyoung says. “I once jumped out of a window.” 

“You enjoyed that,” Vernon says. 

You turn to face Jihoon. Your smile is gone. “You don’t have to do this,” you say softly. 

“It’s fine.” Jihoon shrugs. “If you’re good, I’m good.” It’s not the most romantic words he could have said, but they do the trick because you close your mouth and lean a little closer to him, resting your hand on his chest. He’s been this close to you so many times, but it never fails to make his heart race. 

“This okay?” You breathe. 

“Of course,” he somehow manages to say. You stay there for a moment, eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips and Jihoon wonders if he should do something. Thankfully, you close your eyes and lean even closer and then your lips are on his. 

There are two types of kisses in the world, not that Jihoon has ever experienced either of them. Still, he has learned (from an embarrassing amount of anime and his own friends’ conservative retellings) that they exist. 

#1 is an awkward thing, a short, chaste peck on the lips that hardly counts as a kiss, or maybe an attempt at something more that ends with teeth gnashing against each other and tongues ‘battling for dominance’ that leaves both parties changed for the worse. 

#2 is deep, soul changing, dizzying, breathtaking, a million more verbs that he can’t think of, leaving both parties so senseless they can’t remember their own names, only the heat of the moment. 

Jihoon thinks that these are bullshit, because this kiss is neither of them. 

Your lips are soft against his, and he finds it easy to gently press them apart, to pull you even closer to him. This is definitely not a chaste kiss (not when there’s this much tongue involved) but he doesn’t feel his soul change. Only his lips because when he finally pulls away (memory fully intact), he realizes that this was, technically, his first kiss. 

So maybe you did change him, fundamentally, but he figures A) you’ve already stolen his first kiss and B) your lips are warm and soft, so he comes to the conclusion that C) he might as well just kiss you again and deal with the consequences later. He might have kissed you all night, until the taste of your last drink (a hard lemonade?) washed away and all that is left is you. Unfortunately, when he finally pulls away to breathe after the second kiss, he can hear the whoops (and groans) from the circle and the illusion is gone. 

Fact #15: you are a good kisser. 

Reality hits him, but luckily he’s just tipsy enough to push it away, pretending that the redness in his face is from the alcohol instead of embarrassment. You hide behind your hands, leaning into his embrace when Jihoon pulls you into his chest. 

“Too much?” He asks in what he hopes is a whisper. 

You shake your head. Before you can say anything else, Soonyoung slaps your leg. 

“Come on,” he says. “Truth or dare.” 

“Truth,” you say, still hiding behind your hands. 

“How long did you have feelings for Jihoon before you did anything?” Vernon asks. 

You peek from behind your hands, shooting a glare at Vernon before turning to Jihoon. “It’s hard to say.” 

“Boo,” Soonyoung says. “Something spicy or you have to take a shot.” 

“Nothing spicy to say,” you say quickly. “But I guess technically it all started this one night, just after graduation. College graduation, I mean.” You meet his eyes. “I still remember thinking ‘he’s going to be a really great man one day.’ And I was right.” 

Jihoon is positive that everyone in the room knows the redness in his face is not from the alcohol but he doesn’t really care. All he can see is you looking at him, and he wonders why he’s never seen you before, why you’ve been by his side for his whole life but never here, like this. 

And then he remembers that you aren’t, not really. 

“They have to take a shot for that, right?” Soonyoung says. 

“Yeah that was boring,” Jeonghan says. 

“Not fair!” You say. “I told the truth!” 

“Should have lied, I guess,” Vernon says with a shrug. He pours the shot and hands it over. You frown at it but knock it back, hiding your face back into Jihoon’s chest as soon as the shot glass is out of your hands. The game continues but Jihoon can only see you. 

“That was disgusting,” you say. 

“Tequila?” 

“Vodka,” you say. He wonders if he’d be able to taste it if he kisses you. The rational part of him thinks both of you don’t need to suffer the flavor but he can’t stop imagining it. 

“Let’s go find some snacks,” you whisper. You glare at Jeonghan and Vernon. “This game isn’t very much fun anymore.” 

“Come on,” he says, jumping up and holding out his hands for you. You take them and pull yourself up, linking your arms and leaning on him the entire way down the stairs instead of using the railing. Jihoon isn’t going to complain anytime soon, even when you reach the last step and continue to lean on him. 

In the kitchen, he finds a bowl of chips that you proceed to snatch off the table and hoard like a dragon with gold, except this gold is high in sodium and perfect for drunk munchies. Jihoon leans against the counter beside you, occasionally offering you a sip of water, content to stay like this as long as you want. 

A few minutes later, Jeonghan appears. 

“Ugh, I thought you two ran away to make out in a bathroom or something,” Jeonghan says. He tries to push some stray hair out of his face but ends up smacking himself in the face with the scissor fingers. Jihoon can’t tell if he’s disappointed or relieved that his prediction was wrong. 

“Gross,” you say. “And also none of your business.” 

“Whatever,” he says. “I’m leaving to go destroy the competition at Chanyeol’s party. Vernon’s watching him, but I think Soonyoung took another shot, so keep him away from the kitchen.” He glances at Jihoon. “It was nice to meet you.” 

“Bye Jeonghan,” you say in a sing-song voice. Jihoon doesn’t think the chips have done much to sober you up. He nods at Jeonghan, who salutes and disappears around the corner. 

“He didn’t try to steal my chips,” you say. “Suspicious.” 

“Does he normally?” 

“Trust no one,” you say, hugging the bowl. “My chips.” 

“Do you think he’s going to win?” 

“I hope so, he didn’t win last year and was really pissy. Or maybe it was because my ex boyfriend showed up and was saying all of this weird stuff and saying that I sleep around and accusing me of cheating.” You pause then cock your head at Jihoon. “Potato chip?” 

He doesn’t want a chip but he opens his mouth anyways and lets you feed him. It’s too salty and falls apart immediately but he smiles at you anyways. Jihoon wonders how anyone could ever say anything cruel about you. 

“You don’t deserve that,” Jihoon says. “I doubt I’m the first person to tell you this, but you aren’t… that.” 

“Yeah I know,” you say softly. “But thank you.” 

“Hey, you never asked what my costume is,” he says because it’s been quiet too long and he hates the sad look in your eyes. 

“That’s because it’s obvious,” you say. “You’re a boring lawyer who’s secretly really funny and nice but hides it behind layers of sarcasm and mean jokes. And a good friend.” You set down the bowl of potato chips. 

Jihoon tries to ignore the way his heart flips at the compliments. Is it too cheesy to say that you see through all of his bluff and bluster and see the real him? 

“Hang on.” You set down the bowl and lean close, eyes narrowing. You’re so close he can see the imperfections on your skin, each individual eyelash. Your breath mixes with his, the strong scent of vodka making his lip curl, but he doesn’t pull away, lost in studying the details of your face. His worst mistake is pausing at your lips. He can see the lipstick, see where it’s faded as the night progressed. He remembers how they felt pressed against his, and can’t help but blush when he realizes the lipstick probably smudged because of him. 

All he has to do is lean forward, just a little, and your lips would be against his again. Would you pull away? Or would you kiss him again, even though no one is watching? 

You raise your hand, resting it on his cheek, your bottom lip protruding as you focus. 

“Stay still,” you mutter, brushing your thumb just beneath his eye. Your touch is gentle, though rather forceful. He doesn’t think it’s on purpose, especially not after you raise your thumb and grin at him. 

“Make a wish!” You say. Your left hand falls on his shoulder to keep yourself steady. Jihoon’s hand falls automatically to your waist, trying to make sure you don’t topple him over. You brandish your thumb at him again. “Come on, make a wish!” 

“On your thumb?” 

“The eyelash, dummy,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Hurry, before it falls off my finger.” 

Jihoon doesn’t believe in superstitions. He never thought much about broken mirrors, and found black cats to be quite friendly. He’s never seen a shooting star, but he had serious doubts about a piece of space rock burning in the atmosphere’s ability to make a wish come true. 

If the cosmic power of a falling meteor isn’t enough to will his words into existence he knows there’s no logical reason to believe that blowing an eyelash will somehow succeed. But you’re waiting for him with that silly smile, the one that makes him forget to be logical and just do whatever it takes to keep you smiling. 

“What should I wish for?” He asks, speaking softly so that he doesn’t accidentally blow it away. 

“You can’t let me choose!” You cry. “Then it won’t come true!” You purse your lips together. “But you should wish for something that makes you happy. You should be happy.” 

I am happy, he thinks, but he doesn’t think drunk-you will believe him if he says it. He doesn’t think sober-you would believe him. But he is. Right now, in this moment, half-hugging you while you wait for him, the bright kitchen lights making everything shine. 

He is happy, when he’s with you, he realizes. Not just tonight, but any time you’re with him and his friends, or when you go on fake dates with him, or when you have lunch together at work. He is happy even when he thinks about you, remembering something funny you said, or when he sees something dumb (usually something Mingyu did), and immediately thinks about telling you. 

It’s you that makes him happy. 

Is that love? 

You’re still looking up at him, eyes wide and expectant, smile fading the longer it takes him. The pounding in his heart is familiar by now, but he wonders for the first time why his heart beats so hard when you’re near. It used to be nerves, but he’s gotten used to your presence, and has begun to even anticipate it. 

Webster’s dictionary defines love (the verb) as “to hold dear” (alternatively “to feel a lover’s passion, devotion, or tenderness for,” “to like or desire actively,” and “to thrive in” but Jihoon thinks the first definition is the most accurate). He looked it up a few weeks ago on a whim but the definition stuck with him. “To hold dear.” But what does that mean? It’s a subjective definition that doesn’t make sense to Jihoon. 

Fact 1: he thinks about you all the time. Fact 2: he’s nervous around you. Fact 3: he wants to kiss you, even when no one is around. And fact 4: when he tries to imagine wishing for his happiness, all he can think about is you. 

So, it’s love. 

Jihoon still has no idea what to wish for, but he blows the eyelash off your finger because it’s been way too long. He tries not to be reluctant when he lets go of your waist, settling for your shoulder pressed against his. He can tell you want to ask what he wished for. You keep peeking at him and wiggling your lips. 

Love. He never thought he could feel like this. It crept up on him before he realized it, drowning him without giving himself the chance to gasp for air. He’s in completely over his head but still, he smiles at you and feels his heart skip a beat every time you smile back. 

So Jihoon thinks what the hell. He follows you around because it’s the only thing he knows how to do, to the living room where a group of people he doesn’t recognize, smiling at jokes he doesn’t fully understand, then laughing when you whisper an explanation to him. He could do this for the rest of his life. 

At some point, he’s shoved beside you on the couch, arm around your shoulders, being told to smile. 

“Say cheese or something!” There’s a flash and Jihoon is blinded for a second. When the light fades away and his vision is restored, he turns to you and his smile doesn’t feel forced anymore. 

He’s vaguely aware of the door opening, a shouted hello. He’s too busy staring at you and studying the details of your face to pay attention to whoever might be coming. Until he hears his name. 

“Jihoon?” Joshua repeats. Jihoon jumps, whipping around. 

Joshua stands in the middle of the room, frozen staring at Jihoon. He looks ridiculous, wearing a white lab coat and scrubs, a scalpel in his off hand. Soonyoung is at his side, somehow not drunk enough to miss the tension between Jihoon and Joshua, frowning between both of them. 

Jihoon can see it all slipping away. Even though your hand is still in his, he can already feel that you’re gone. That’s when he remembers the obvious truth: you were never there to begin with. He was an idiot to ever think he could have it. Any of it. This is what Jihoon’s life is, the illusion of truth that never lasts. 

He looks at you one last time. The black fabric of your costume has gotten rather dusty from sitting on the floor and there’s white feathers stuck to your shoulder from being next to the “angel” in the picture. You’re better at hiding your surprise, still managing to smile, even as you lean against his shoulder and whisper, “And just like that I’m sober.” 

“What are you doing here?” Joshua asks. 

“I should be asking you that,” Jihoon says. 

“Right, you’re dating yn,” Joshua says. “Why aren’t you wearing a costume?” 

“Why are you dressed like a doctor when you dropped out of med school?” 

“Okay, first of all, I’m obviously a coroner, I don’t have a stethoscope,” he says. “Second of all, rude.” 

Joshua takes the cushion on the other side of you, Soonyoung attempting to balance on the arm before giving up and laying on the floor. 

“Like I said,” Soonyoung says. He knocks his leg against Jihoon. “Yn finally found a boyfriend that isn’t deadbeat.” Everything in Jihoon is screaming at him to run but he’s frozen in place while he listens to the end of everything. 

Joshua laughs. “I don’t know about that, Jihoon did take forever to finally admit he has feelings.” 

“Does it matter how it started?” Soonyoung asks, struggling to sit up. “It’s clear they are happy and in love now.” 

“We are right here,” Jihoon says. Unsurprisingly, he’s ignored. 

“You’re right,” Joshua says. “Still, we should throw a party for their first anniversary.” 

“Yes!” Soonyoung cries. “Wait, but we’re already three months late.” 

Jihoon glances at you and you squeeze his hand. He tries to think of something to say, anything to salvage this but looking into your eyes, he knows that it’s over. It’s beyond time for the truth. 

“Joshua,” he says, “I have to tell you something.”

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Domestic Fluff with Edward Scissorhands ✂️☕️🍁🖤

Hey folks, I recently rewatched Edward Scissorhands and my love for this man has been rekindled. I hope you enjoy some autumn drabbles!

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There’s something special about you that he’s drawn to. Everyone in town is super nice, but you’re never asking him to come over so he can garden, or give your dog a haircut, or anything like that.

When you’re together, you ask about how he’s doing, and you seem genuinely interested in how he answers.

You’re also so willing to help when he needs a hand (literally).

At first he was embarrassed when you asked if he needed help with eating, but after you insisted you didn’t mind, he felt so grateful.

And you never asked him for anything, you were always just your sweet self.

You also stand up for him when he gets overwhelmed by the neighbors.

You can always tell when he freezes up and his eyes start shifting back and forth.

He tries to smile and act calm but you can see the effort it takes him.

When you lead him into an empty room and just breathe with him, goodness, he wishes he could hug you.

As it gets colder, you start making seasonal treats.

Hot chocolate becomes a favorite drink of his, because every time you make it, you end up cuddling with him to help him drink it.

He gets so snuggly with you, especially when it’s cold outside and you’re so warm inside.

If you’re not a super intimate person, he completely understands, but he’s always happy to just touch your shoulder.

Watching holiday movies, but wholesome ones.

He doesn’t strike me as a horror movie lover, he’d probably love like It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.

This poor boy needs a happy ending.

Little face kisses always, he almost giggles every time.

I headcanon that his hands could be removable, so I have this idea of finding a cute sweater for him and you’ve gotta take his hands off and it’s like the first time he’s ever worn something that isn’t torn and he’s so happy-

Hugs from behind, you’re the only one brave enough to do it so he always knows it’s you.

His love language is probably acts of service (because that’s the only way people would pay attention to him), so imagine him stabbing pretty colored leaves and bringing them to you.

You’ve got a little book where you keep them.

Roasting marshmallows over a fire with his hands and you pulling them off and tossing them into his mouth.

Falling asleep together. He doesn’t sleep well unless you’re next to him.

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Lemme know what ya’ll think! 🖤🖤🖤