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Love Sea Episode 9 BTS | Fort The Kissing Menace & His Enabler
Peat: There's no kissing in this scene! What did I just say?? No kissing - Why do you keep kissing me?? Stop kissing me already! Get offfff.
Fort: Let me kiss you.
Peat: Okay.
#love sea#love sea the series#tongrak x mahasamut#rakmut#fortpeat#fort thitipong#peat wasuthorn#THESE IDIOTS#fort: I PECK#peat: why is he like this?#peat: why am i like this?#it's become a knee jerk reaction#peat really be clowning himself#fort: hushhh be still whilst i smother you in kisses *nom nom*#someone on set should have had an actual clicker to count how many times fort did this
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Thing I need people to understand about Montana when you watch Yellowstone and dream about coming to Montana like. You know how everyone are assholes? Yeah. That’s true.
And what Yellowstone doesn’t tell you is in real life they’re racist as shit out that way.
#[ speaking as someone who’s family is the .. metaphorical Dutton’s of Fort Peck ]#[ Wambdi Duta - oldest family in the Rez ]#[ coral fights. bar fights. fighting out of towners acting like pos to everyone ]#[ I’m js I see a Lot of people say since watching the show they want to come here ]#[ and I’m saying you’re always ALWAYS welcome but be used to assholes ]#[ out of character. ] just a shitpost#[ alright back into the abyss i gooo ]
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Ya know how everyone is like Simon is black cat energy- well, I don't deny he can be like that what I would like to counter with is black lab energy around the person he's most comfortable with
Simon, who drags you on his morning runs because he will spend the entire time talking about trucks or something boyish
ie: "And so then you gotta- baby? Why'd ya stop?"
"We-just-" heave, "Ran a fort-four miniute-" heave, "mile."
"Yeah? Cmon, six miles today."
Simon, who will do push ups before bed if he has too much energy and knows he will just toss and turn
Simon, who loops a finger in your belt loop whenever you're shopping because lord knows that man has separation anxiety
Simon, who did once hide your shoes when he knew you had to leave super early in the morning so you would be forced to wake him up to ask him where he put them
"Simon."
Hes been awake, obviously, the phone praticallly thrown at the wall when you opened the door was an indicator, "Mm, noo. sleep."
"Simon O'Donnel Riley I swear to god if you don't give my shoes right now-!"
"...I require somethin' in return."
"You birts and your taxes, 'm going barefoot."
Simon who loves intimacy, yeah sex but he likes being close, like if he squeezed you any closer he may actually break your bones on accident
Simon, who doesn't tell you this but that one time when you got the flu? he had the time of his life, normally because you're the one cleaning him up after missions, tending to his needs, and he liked being able to do the same to you
Simon, who has the worst (best) puppy eyes you've ever seen
"one kiss."
"I have a face mask on, do you want to kiss me when I look like a taxidermy panda?" You reply with a frown, book in lap and craning your neck to see your boyfriend from how he leaned over the sofa.
He blinks at your reply and the next thing you are aware of he's laying atop of you on the sofa completely trapping you under his weight, "Jus take it off if it bugs ya tha' much."
You playfully pout your bottom lip out, "But it's supposed to be on for twenty minutes. It's been ten."
"But I wan a kiss."
"But I want to have a pretty face."
Then it was his turn to playfully pout, "You have the prettiest face."
(long story short you obvious gave in cause...I would so therefore so do you <3 )
Simon, who goes from loving and doting boyfriend to scary military man as soon as he gets out of the car
Simon, who is aware you have a video of him baby talking that you took when he wasn't aware that you were recording
(yes based off that one tiktok, I laugh every time I see it)
Simon, who hates pecks but loves giving them, like this man will just hold your face and shower you with kisses for minutes on end (its his hobby or something)
Annnnyway thats it! feedback and comments, an alllll that jazz mean the world to me! <333
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𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 part II — nicholas alexander chavez.
summary — 80’s au. popular, rich pretty boy nicholas alexander chavez has laid claim on you / wc: 1.0k
tags — f! reader. mentions of alcohol. nic being a lil tipsy n cute. teensy moment between cooper & reader but platonic
read part I here
The pool party had spilled well into the evening, and the once-golden sunlight had been replaced by the soft glow of string lights scattered around the patio. The music still played, and the air was warm, thick with the scent of chlorine, alcohol and the buzz of laughter.
Nicholas, a little tipsy by now, had dragged you onto one of the lounge chairs near the pool, insisting that you sit with him. You were perched sideways on his lap, head resting against his chest, his arm slung protectively around your waist. He was laughing loudly, completely unbothered as he took in the scene around him. From where you sat, you could see a couple of girls near the edge of the pool, throwing side glances your way—obviously irritated. One of them flipped her hair and whispered something to her friend, both of them glaring as if they could will you out of Nic’s lap and into the pool. But he didn’t seem to notice nor care, as his attention was solely fixated on you. He just chuckled, thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.
“You’re the best part of this whole party, you know?” he murmured against your skin, voice low and a bit slurred from the drinks he’d had. You tilted your head to look at him, brushing his curls from his forehead.
“That the booze talking?”
“Nope,” he replied, a lopsided grin spreading across his face, before pointing to the place where his heart was. Then, as if making some grand announcement, Nicholas straightened up slightly, cupping his hands around his mouth to form a megaphone. “Hey people! See this hot babe right here? That’s my girl!” he hollered to no one in particular, pointing at you. People turned to look, some laughing, some raising their glasses in response. A loud wolf whistle from the crowd. You groaned, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks.
“Oh my God, Nic.”
He laughed, tipping his head back, and it was impossible to stay mad at him when he was like this. “Just telling it like it is,” he said, squeezing your waist affectionately.
“You’re mine, and I’m all yours.”
“Sappy.”
As much as you were enjoying it, you could tell Nicholas was a little too far gone with the alcohol, and he could probably use some water. You extricated yourself from his embrace, standing up as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I’m gonna grab you some water,” you said, brushing a hand through his hair.
“Be right back.”
You slipped inside the kitchen, the muffled sounds of the pool party fading as you sought a break from the noise. As you rounded the corner, you didn’t notice Cooper standing near the fridge, and before you knew it, you bumped straight into his chest.
“Whoa, whoa, easy there,” his hands gently landing on your shoulders to steady you. You blinked up at him, bewildered, then laughed in embarrassment.
“Sorry… didn’t see you.”
“Always in a hurry, huh?” He teased, his grip light but steady before he let go and stepped back.
“Just grabbing some water for Nic,” you replied, moving toward the fridge. “He’s getting a little too enthusiastic out there.” Cooper chuckled, nodding toward the lounge area visible through the glass doors. “Yeah, I heard him. So did the whole neighbourhood, probably.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling. “Yeah, well, you know him. Subtlety isn’t his forte.”
“Nope,” Cooper agreed, pushing off the counter and opening the fridge for you. “But hey, put any other guy were in his shoes, they’d wanna let the world know too.”
“Well, how ‘bout you?” you teased, grabbing a bottled water from the fridge before closing the door. “Sure I would.” He replied matter-of-factly, his expression softening before adding thoughtfully, “If I was bisexual, though. But I’d probably make less of a scene.”
There was another pause, but this one felt different. You both just stood there, sharing the space, and it was… comfortable. Cooper, for all his teasing, had always been the steady one in your life— a permanent fixture. It wasn’t something either of you ever really acknowledged out loud, but in moments like this, the quiet between you said more than enough. You both burst into simultaneous laughter, you doubling over in stitches. Chortling, he reached out, giving your shoulder a light pat.
“You better get back out there before your man does something stupid, I don’t wanna be the one to haul his ass out of the pool again.”
As you turned to leave, Cooper’s voice called out one last time. “But hey, if he ever fucks up—” his voice took on a playful edge, though there was a hint of seriousness in it, “—I’ll kick his ass. No questions asked.”
“Thanks, Coop.”
“Anytime.”
His words stayed with you, lingering in the back of your mind, but as soon as you stepped onto the patio, your focus shifted completely. Nic’s eyes immediately found yours from across the pool, his whole face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. “There she is,” he crowed, reaching out with grabby hands as soon as you got close. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help smiling as you handed him the bottle of water. He didn’t take it, though—instead, he tugged you back onto his lap, pulling you into his arms like he’d never intended to let you go.
“Missed you so much, baby,” Nicholas mumbled into your hair, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “I was gone for like five minutes,” you laughed, leaning back against him, feeling the warmth of his body and the way his hands lazily trailed up your sides. He grinned down at you, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.
“Five minutes too long.”
You unscrewed the cap of the water bottle and raised it to his lips, but Nic turned his head to the side, pouting.
“Nah, where’s my kiss first?”
You rolled your eyes but leaned in anyway, pressing your lips to his. As soon as you did, you tasted the faint tang of alcohol on his breath. When you pulled back to catch your breath, you giggled, wiping the edge of his mouth with your thumb. You raised the bottle again, and this time, he took a long sip, still watching you with that tipsy, adoring look in his eyes. “Better?” you asked, brushing your fingers through his slightly damp hair.
“Much better,”
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How about Joshua with a s/o who always wears baggy clothes and doesnt feel attractive because she doesnt wear revealing ones ?
If u want to write it pls do it only if u are ok with it and feel inspired ♡♡
content: bf!joshua, established relationship, some talk about insecurities, fluff, etc.
wc: 605
a/n: so sorry i took so long to write this!!
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"hey, babe, have you seen my shirt? you know, the grey one with the loose neck? i thought i- oh."
"huh? what was that?", you asked as you took out an earbud, turning to look at the boy who'd been trying to call your attention.
chuckling, he rounded the kitchen island to reach your side, hands practically attaching to your waist like magnets as he aided you in removing the other earbud, placing both on the counter next to you.
"i was just wondering where my band tee went, but i think i have my answer," he chuckled, pressing a sweet peck to your temple.
"oh, fuck. sorry, josh. do you want it? i can go change," you went to disconnect from him, but he wasnt having it, instead nuzzling his head on your shoulder.
"hm. it smells of my cologne still," he said almost to himself, "you don't have to take it off. i like you in my clothes," he reassured.
you could only scoff.
"your clothes are baggy on me. just like all my other clothes. what difference does it really make?"
joshua shrugged, "just like knowing you're wearing something of mine. you're style's cute. you're cute."
"flattery will get you everywhere, hong," you laughed.
it was one of those nice, domestic moments that occurred every so often. you basked in it, enjoying it before the two of you went back to your regular days.
it wasn't until later that you started to think about what you'd said to joshua earlier.
you did have a tendency to wear baggier clothes. hell, there really was no difference between wearing something of his and a piece of your own. it was incredibly rare for you to show skin or any sort of silhouette, and those instances were really reserved for nights too warm to handle in which you had to opt for some shorts and a tank top.
but even then, you went for looser ensembles. clothes that showed your figure were never really your forte.
you couldn't help but wonder if this ever bothered josh. would he have preferred if your style varied more? what if he thought of you as a prude? maybe he-
"what's got you thinking so loud?", the boy in question interrupted your inner turmoil.
you hadn't realized as you sat in front of your vanity, face wash in hand and still unused, that you'd frozen in place as you thought. his presence in the restroom hadn't registered until he spoke.
"just, uh," you pondered as to whether or not to voice your concerns, but his compassionate smile reflecting on the mirror made you decide, "i was thinking that maybe you'd like it better if i dressed differently? you know, maybe show more skin?"
you voiced it as a question, insecurities building in you as you sought a direct expression of his preferences.
"are you kidding? i like how you dress. and it's not really something that bothers me. you're comfortable and you're beautiful. it's a win-win situation for me," he kind of chuckled as he spoke, finding your question very sudden and unnecessary.
"oh."
you felt a bit dumb now.
"has this been worrying you? you know i'm like obsessed with you, right? you could wear a trash bag and i'd still be as obsessed," he joked, closing in on you similarly to how he'd done earlier in the day.
he finished his statement with a kiss pressed to your lips, humming when you kissed back.
"this just gives me free reign of your closet. i hope you know that," you jested.
"baby, i'm rich. take whatever you want."
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Hey! Have you thought about writing for hector fort.
Him and his girlfriend are cuddeling and she starts tracing his tattoo. Just a cute moment with him enjoying the feeling. You could make them talk about their future together or something.
Feel free to ignore!
Tattoos~Hector Fort
*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*
I decided to write this hector fic then start with the series. I got a few ideas but I'm still not sure who it will be about. enjoy this <3
@hectorth wrote something similar before me go check it out too 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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Hector had a day off before going back to training, so he took this as a chance to sleep in while settling in the arms of his girlfriend. However, she had other plans. She was an early bird, waking up by 8 in the morning. If she tried to move, Hector would wake up, and that's the last thing she wanted to do.
She turned in Hector's arms, resting his head on her chest and an arm draped over her waist. Sitting there for a few moments she got bored quickly. If she tries to reach over to her phone Hector will wake up.
Subconsciously, her fingers started tracing the tattoo which she adored oh so much on Hector's arm. Her fingertips moving softly on the ink on his skin. The small gesture made Hector stir a bit in his sleep. She didn't stop though. Her fingertips kept dancing on his skin until he opened his eyes and looked up at her.
"mhm buenos dias amor" he mumbled, his voice deep from the slumber he woke up from
"good morning baby" she said back, pressing a small kiss in his curls.
"how long have you been awake, why didn't you wake me up?" he asked her, sitting up a bit.
"you needed this sleep I didn't wanna disturb" she ran one hand through his curls, the other one still on his tattoos
"don't be silly, wake me up next time" he said, resting his head back on her chest
"you know I'm gonna add a tattoo for you" he said. y/n smiled and looked down at hi
"will you?" she asked, failing to hide her huge smile
"of course, and when we have kids I'll add a tattoo for them too" he looked up at her with a smile
she slapped his head gently in a joking manner, trying to hide her blushed cheeks. He chuckled softly at her actions
"I see you already planned our future have you?" she asked with sarcasm, a smile still on her face
'of course, I even planned the names of our kids, and the wedding and our house. don't worry everything is planned out" he said
y/n laughed and shook her head at him.
"tell me your plans" she urged him to speak
"well first of all if we have a girl she'll be called Lucia Alexia Fort. how does that sound?" he looked up, an excited smile on his face. Her heart melted and the joy and excitement on his face. She leaned down and pecked his lips a few times
"I like it, Lucia is such a cute name, why Alexia though?" she asked
"well just because she's a girl doesn't mean she's not gonna be playing football. Alexia just a motivation for her to be like Alexia Putellas" he said. y/n pouted at his explanation, realizing how lucky she got with her boyfriend
"aww you're so cute...I assume the boy's middle name will be Lionel right?" she asked, Hector sat up immediately and nodded his head
"yes! I'm not sure about the first name but Lionel is definitely there" he said, a wide smile spread on his face
y/n sat there, admiring how passionately Hector spoke about their future together. He kept talking about their wedding and house, while she admired every single feature in his face
"i love you" she interrupted him, making him raise his eyebrows, blood rushing into his cheeks. He dropped down on her chest, hiding his red face from her. She giggled softly, kissing the top of his head
"i love you too" he mumbled into her chest, refusing to look up at her
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When The Two Of You Drop Hints That You’re Dating | FC Barcelona
✮- summary: you and your boyfriend talk about how the fans have noticed you both dropping hints to your secret relationship
✮- warnings: none
Requests are open
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João Félix
You couldn’t stop smiling as you saw all the comments on your latest Instagram post. Fans had been quick to notice that both you and João had attended the same event recently.
“Are your notifications going crazy too?” João asked, looking up from his phone with a sly grin.
“Is that even a question,” you laughed. “They’re convinced we planned this, going to the event together but not posting at the same time.”
João chuckled, clearly amused. “They’re not wrong. Although I didn’t think they’d catch on so quickly.”
“You underestimate our fans, João.”
He shrugged, still scrolling through the comments. “They think we went together, but they’ll never find out the truth.”
“Unless we tell them.”
João’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “I like keeping them guessing. It’s fun watching them try and play detective.”
You leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. “It won’t be long before they solve that mystery.”
Pablo Gavi
Late at night, you and Pablo had been spotted together, and fans were quick to post about it.
“Have you see the comments?” Pablo asked, showing you his phone with a smirk on his face.
“Yeah,” you giggled. “They’re sure we’re together because we were seen last night.”
Pablo grinned. “And here I thought we were being discreet.”
“They have sharp eyes,” you admitted. “But they don’t have much to go on.”
Pablo shrugged. “Let them keep guessing. It’s part of the fun.”
You leaned in and nuzzled your face in his neck. “Whatever you want Pablo.”
Pedri González
Both of you posted Instagram stories featuring the same song, and fans immediately picked up on it.
“Did you notice what the fans have been saying?” Pedri asked, looking at his phone.
“Yes,” you laughed. “They’re convinced something’s going on between the two of us because we used the same song.”
Pedri chuckled. “I just liked the song you had played earlier and thought I would post it.”
“Funny, I did the same thing,” you replied. “But it does look a bit suspicious to be honest.”
Pedri shrugged. “Let them think what they want. We’re just enjoying the same song, it’s not a crime.”
You leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. “That you’re absolutely right about.”
Fermín López
After his game, you were seen getting into Fermín’s car, and fans were quick to talk about it.
“Did you see the reactions?” Fermín asked, looking at his phone.
“I did,” you smiled. “They are 99% sure we’re together because I got into your car.”
Fermín laughed. “I thought it was the gentleman thing to give you a ride.”
“They have sharp eyes,” you admitted. “But it was just a small hint.”
Fermín shrugged. “Let them speculate. It’s fun that way don’t you think?”
You leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. “Just a little.”
Héctor Fort
You both wore matching bracelets, and fans quickly noticed if after a while.
“Have you seen what they’ve been writing?” Héctor asked, showing you his wrist as he reaches for your hand .
“Who hasn’t at this point ,” you say, enveloping his hand in yours. “They’re saying we’re together because of our matching bracelets.”
Héctor smiled. “I thought it was a cute, nice gesture.” he mutters, connecting his lips with yours.
“And it is,” you replied, kissing him back.
Héctor shrugged, as he pulled away. “It’s okay, it’s not like they’re wrong.”
You leaned over and gave him a quick peck. “True.”
Lamine Yamal
Lamine posted a video on social media, and you were in the background. Fans quickly picked up on it.
“Did you see the comments on my video?” Lamine asked, looking at his phone.
“Yes,” you replied. “They know we’re together because I was in the background.”
Lamine grinned. “I didn’t even notice you were there.”
“Well, they did,” you replied.“But it’s not much to go off.”
Lamine shrugged. “They cling on to the smallest details”
You leaned in and rested your head on his lap. “I guess so.”
Marc Guiu
You posted a selfie at the pool, and Marc posted a picture you took of him at the same pool, making fans suspicious.
“Have you been reading what they’re commenting?” Marc asked, showing you his phone.
“A few,” you grinned. “They say we’re together because of the pool pictures we took earlier.”
Marc laughed. “I just wanted to share a nice picture you took, is that so bad?”
“And it is a nice picture,” you replied. “But you know they want to know what’s going on between us.”
Marc shrugged. “Well they can keep guessing for now.”
You just nodded as you splashed him. “But soon they’ll know the truth.”
Marc Bernal
Marc showed you a fan tweet comparing the shoes you both wore in recent photos, hinting at your secret relationship.
“They’re really smart,” he laughed, showing you the tweets on his phone.
You grinned. “Maybe we just like the same brand. Us wearing the same shoes doesn’t prove anything.”
“It’s a pretty unique style,” he reminded you.
“Well how do they know we were together?”
“They don’t,” he shrugged. “But they’re guessing.”
“So, we leave them guessing.”
He nodded. “I find it funny seeing them going crazy over a small hint like that.”
“If you like this, we can drop more hints.” He leaned in, giving you a sweet kiss.
“Sounds like a plan,” you say kissing him back.
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Héctor Fort who can’t help but look down at reader over everything and anything bc he knows how it makes them flush and avert their gaze
Those eyes — Héctor Fort.
Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader
Summary: Héctor, who loves to see the familiar rosy color blossom across your cheeks. He does everything to see it, but he finds the easiest way to do so, is by looking down at you with a grin on his face.
Word count: 390+
Disclaimer/s: None, just fluff!
A/N: another draft from the summer . . .
Walks with you boyfriend was always enjoyable. You liked to sight see, and he loved to just spend time with you. The summer breeze brushed against your face as you leaned over the railing to look at the view. The city spread out below you, the building lights twinkling beneath the slowly darkening sky.
“I love this city.” You say quietly, turning to glance up at your boyfriend. A small flush passes across your cheeks as you realize he was already looking down at you. “What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?” Héctor asks, suppressing the smirk that threatened his lips. His eyes trail across your face, tracing your features he seemed to love so much. He knew how much it affected you when he did that, which only prompted him to do it more.
His attentive stare only has you growing more flustered. “Quit staring down at me! Look at the view, that is why we walked all the way here is it not?”
Héctor simply shrugs, not looking away. “I’d rather look at you.” This elicits a groan from you along with an eye roll. “What’s that for!?”
“You are such a corn ball.” You laugh, shooing him away with a dismissive hand.
The brunette trails his hand up from the small of your back to your shoulders, sending goosebumps everywhere his hand touched, eventually his arm loops around your shoulders and pulls you into his side.
Héctor uses his other hand to hook his finger under your chin, forcing your head to look back up at him. Your heart stammers in your chest as you meet your boyfriend’s eyes. “I love you.” He whispers, dipping down to hover above your lips.
A wide smile breaks out on your face. “I love you, too.” You whisper right back, standing on your tip toes to place a quick peck to his lips.
When you pull away, Héctor makes a sound of protest, his lips chasing after yours, though you wiggle out of his grasp and take a step back. “Nuh-uh! We are sight seeing!”
“In a city we’ve lived in for years! We’ve seen this view a million times!” Héctor frowns, though his eyes sparkle with something you couldn’t quite place.
“Boo-hoo. Now, look at the view.” You point to the city scapes, flashing him a teasing smile.
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NNN - Matt sturniolo - rainy day
You and Matt hadn’t planned on staying inside today. You had plans to go out for a walk and then go hang out at a little outdoor café, but when you had woken up this morning, there was nothing but pouring rain outside.
You had started to pout, pulling yourself out of bed and into the kitchen to make breakfast for you both. Matt was still sleeping — not wanting to wake him up after discovering your initial plans were ruined.
When he did emerge from the bedroom, breakfast was already done and sitting at the table, you yourself were sitting down picking at your food slowly. Matt noticed, walking over to sit beside you where he own plate was set.
His hand reached out, grabbing your jaw softly as he turned your head to face him. “What’s wrong sweetheart? you look upset.” he asked, pressing a light peck to your cheek. Your frown pulled more, bottom lip sticking out. “Our plans for the day are ruined — it’s raining so heavily outside.” you whined.
He raised a brow at you, craning his head to look out the kitchen window, water droplets decorating the glass. He hummed at the realization, turning his gaze back to you. “Just because it’s it’s raining, doesn’t mean plans have to be ruined baby. They’ll just be…different.” he said softly, letting your face go to pick up his fork.
You stared blankly at him, “What do you mean different? what can we possibly do that’s fun?” you asked, your own fork now stabbing into the food and bringing it to your lips.
He grinned as he took a bite of his food, chewing. “You’ll see.” was all he said before he continued to eat.
After both of your plates were cleared and set into the sink, matt took your hand and guided you into the living room. He stopped in front of the couch, your body bumping into his softly. Turning to you he smiled, “I don’t know about you, but I think pillow forts are a great thing to make when it’s raining.” he whispered, pulling you closer to him.
You looked up at him, “A pillow fort?” you questioned, a little surprised but delighted. He nodded with a grin, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “And after we build it, we can watch all your favorite movies — I don’t mind a marathon.” He leaned in, pecking your lips gently, making you giggle.
You rolled your eyes, “Alright, but just so you know, I take my pillow forts very seriously,” you teased, raising an eyebrow as you grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch. He chuckled, already grabbing a few pillows and handing them to you. “Good. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
Together, you collected every pillow and blanket in sight, stacking them into a cozy fortress in the middle of the living room. Once the fort was assembled, you both crawled inside, sinking into the pile of blankets with a sense of accomplishment.
He settled in beside you, pulling you close as you rested your head on his shoulder. “So,” he murmured, his fingers gently brushing over your arm, “which movie are we starting with?” he asked softly.
You bit your lip thoughtfully, looking up at him. “How about we watch the saw movies? I know it’s not spooky month anymore, but I love them.” you suggested, your voice barely a whisper.
His sighed, wrapping an arm around you a little tighter, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. “Fine, Fine. But, just because I love you.” he whispered back. With the remote in hand, he started the first movie, and the room dimmed, casting a soft yet dark glow around your little fort.
As the movie played, he absentmindedly traced patterns along your arm, his gaze drifting down to you every so often, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. You felt a sense of comfort and warmth, the outside world disappearing as you were wrapped up in his presence.
Halfway through, you glanced up at him and caught him watching you instead of the screen. “Caught you,” you whispered, laughing quietly. He shrugged, a small smirk on his lips. “Can you blame me? You’re way more interesting than any movie,” he murmured, leaning down to steal another kiss.
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Kisses
Author's note: Ever wondered how he kisses you?
Content: established relationship | headcanons | suggestive but lowkey horny if you read between the lines
Malleus Draconia
Kisses to Malleus are like pecks on the cheek, endearments on the forehead, and light sniffles on locks of hair. Such gifts were imparted by Lilia, as the fae grew to the present day, to remind him that he was loved and cared for. These were then transferred as gifts to Sebek and Silver from when they were children, from Malleus and Lilia, to which the same sentiment was shared so they wouldn’t be afraid to love.
Kisses, for Malleus, meant imparting something more than familial love; love that went beyond his familial ties with Lilia, Silver, and Sebek, but a profound craving of you that consumed his very being. He thought of how to approach you on the topic of love, watching your lips part as you spoke.
He thought of how to kiss you - should he steal your breath away with a singular kiss, or should he approach you softly, letting your lips naturally meet into a gentle lock? Such thought occupied the fae’s mind as he glimpsed your eager smile.
He sweeps you off your feet, watching moonlight bathe your silhouette with bright light. He indulges himself to you, hungrily seeking your taste with his forked tongue. You let out a surprised gasp, opening your mouth slightly ajar for him to take in every corner of your mouth.
He takes pleasure in your expression, his hand itching downwards to your waist to hold you close. You shiver in his arms, trying to catch up with his pace. Yet, he gives pauses, pressing his forehead against yours as he whispers words that can only be heard by you: “Child of man, may I partake in you for tonight?”
Floyd Leech
Floyd watches your figure reading a book, woefully thinking to himself on what to do to assuage his boredom. Surely, he can make do with himself and read a book too, but the boy had other ideas. “Nee, nee, [Reader]? Wanna try kissing?”
Such a question startled you - what was Floyd doing with this? You perk an eyebrow to your partner, who merely gives you a toothy grin. Did he want to speed things up in your relationship, or was he simply pulling your leg? You put down your book, hoping for the latter.
Entertaining Floyd being your forte, you consent to his whims, anticipating a light kiss on your lips. What you got instead was a kiss that felt like no other - one that was surprisingly gentle yet dominating, languid and steady. You feel a hand creep on your back as if to keep you steady and close to Floyd’s frame.
You could feel yourself shivering from his kiss, your hands wandering to his shoulders. Floyd was taking control of the kiss, overwhelming you sweetly with a move you didn’t expect him to do. He pushes you onto the bed, entrapping your attention to the kiss as he lets his hands wander down your body.
Heat rushes up your cheeks and ears as you notice the palpable tension between you and your lover. Dull copper and graphite stare at you, a toothy grin a haunting image of delight. “[reader], is today okay?” He asks, playful words dancing at his lips.
Rook Hunt
Rook was often one to give you kisses, whether it be kisses on the back of the hand or playful air ones that he’d send your way when you’d pass him by. He knew how to press your buttons, flustering you in the process when he’d impart you such gifts.
At times, you’d ponder to yourself on how to reciprocate his love, thinking on what ways you can prove that you also love him back. Finally, you came to an ultimatum: giving him a kiss back.
You thought to yourself, thinking that such a gesture would be unoriginal, but you perished the thought. This was you returning the favor to Rook, where he had to give you so much love, and in return, since you deemed it appropriate, was a kiss.
Rook gives pause, feeling your lips land on his. Delight could best describe the warm sensation permeating throughout Rook - why his beloved had given him a kiss! Sure, you had taken him by surprise with such a gesture, but he was more than happy to reciprocate it nonetheless.
He laces his fingers with yours, his other hand taking you by the small of your back as if he were assuming a waltz position and joining your lips to a dance of passion. He lets himself go to your pace, watching your reaction as he lets a tease or two into the kiss. Only then, do you lose breath, bringing forth a sliver of spittle to spill from your lips.
#twst x reader#twst rook#twst floyd#twst malleus#malleus draconia#twisted wonderland malleus#twisted wonderland floyd#twisted wonderland rook#twisted wonderland smut#twst smut
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heyy, I love ur work!! Could you pls write some hector fort boyfriend headcanons?? tysm 🤍🤍
Boyfriend Héctor Fort Headcanons! :3
“let’s get personal.” / “only acting like this ‘cause I like you.”
Boyfriend Héctor Fort who… can’t and probably won’t take anything seriously. A character you liked was killed off in the show? He’s laughing. Though, he does try his best to comfort you while you bawl.
Boyfriend Héctor Fort who… finds himself reaching for you. If one of his friends scares him and you’re nearby, he latches onto you instantly, not caring when you try to pry yourself away from him.
Boyfriend Héctor Fort who… is always smiling. Even when none of you are doing anything, he’s smiling, making a smile form on your own face.
Boyfriend Héctor Fort who… enjoys being obnoxious, never missing the chance to bump shoulders with you, making you glare at him and do the same in return, turning it into a back-and-forth thing.
Boyfriend Héctor Fort who… doesn’t want to stop kissing you. The second you pull back to catch your breath, he starts littering tender pecks all over your face, making you laugh sweetly.
Boyfriend Héctor Fort who… will always be caught staring at you, unashamedly, no matter what. He’s staring at you for two reasons: one, because he knows how easily you get flustered when you catch him, and two, because he quite literally just loves to stare at you, like he’s committing your features to memory. It makes you utterly sick.
Boyfriend Héctor Fort who… needs to feel your gentle hands combing through his hair anytime he finally has the opportunity to lay with or on you.
Boyfriend Héctor Fort who… isn’t Héctor if he isn’t constantly teasing you about something that never actually deserved to be teased about. He’ll, unfortunately, make nothing into something.
Boyfriend Héctor Fort who… despite his cocky nature, he is a boy who still can’t help but be awkward around you the first couple of minutes you two see each other. You love to see it and tease him.
Boyfriend Héctor Fort who… won’t leave you alone without saying the three words you love to hear.
“I love you, I’ll let you know when I get home.”
“Thank you. I love you, too, Héctor.”
(+ he’ll say it again after you. For good measure.)
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More Dad Wrio with his baby? I’ve just binged babies laughing and let me tell you their laughs are contagious, so maybe Wrio is taking the day off to care for his daughter and she keeps laughing constantly and contagiously
~a/n: This was a little short drabble but I hope you enjoy anon. Sorry it took so long!🥺❤️
~warnings: none, just fluff.
Quickly gathering your things together, you say goodbye to your daughter and husband, leaving a kiss on her forehead and a peck on his lips. You rush out the door and feel regret seeing your daughter's sad face as she whined, not wanting you to leave. You usually stay home with her the most compared to your husband but you were called into work for an emergency and they needed you asap. Thankfully, your husband was off today and was able to take care of your daughter instead of having to worry about a last-minute babysitter.
Once you closed the door behind you, the waterworks began. Your daughter's cries fill the home, deeply sadden that mom had to leave her. Your husband, Wrio tries to comfort her, but it does very little. He tries different methods to help her stop crying. Playing with her toys, playing music on the music player, giving her snacks, etc. but nothing seemed to work. There was one last method that came to mind. He holds her in front of him and carefully tosses her up and catches her as she comes back down. Her cries finally pause as she's caught off guard by the sudden movement. She whines and puts her arms up, indicating to Wrio to throw her again. He does just that, gently tossing her in the air and catching her. Suddenly, your daughter bursts into laughter.
Her laughter grows nonstop as Wrio continues the gentle throws and catches with your daughter. It becomes contagious and he soon joins in on the laughter, enjoying the sight of his daughter smiling instead of tears running down her face. "Daddy again!" His daughter manages to say through laughs. He repeats the gesture again, squeals echoing in the home instead of cries. Taking a break, he lets her rest from all the excitement, not wanting to make her dizzy and sick. "How about we take a little break and make a pillow fort? Then we can have snacks and spend the rest of the day playing games in our fort until mom comes home." His daughter squeals with happiness indicating yes, causing a fond smile to grace his features.
The rest of the afternoon is filled with fun and laughter from your daughter and husband. Once you return home, you find them both laying in the pillow fort they made. Your daughter laying on your husband's chest, both sound asleep, exhausted from an exciting afternoon.
#wriothesley#wriothesley x reader#wriothesley headcanons#wriothesley fluff#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact fluff
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I feel like Quinn is just so caring for his gf or really anyone. Like he’s the oldest brother so it just feels natural for him to make sure everyone is okay and cared for. But also probably struggles to let people fully care for him and doesn’t want to be a burden.
the first time his girlfriend ever set up something nice for him to come home to, he didn’t know how to act.
she’d set up a nice lil dinner, have his favorite dessert ready, and even built a little pillow fort to eat said dinner in because he once told her how his mom would do that for him and his brothers when they had bad days.
“you really did all of this? for me?”
“yeah. you always make sure i’m taken care of when i’m struggling, so why wouldn’t i do the same for you?”
his cheeks turned a light shade of red, not sure how to be the one comforted when he’s usually the one comforting others.
“i’m not struggling. just…a bad string of games. i promise i’m okay, really” he would insist, walking over to wrap his arms around her waist as she stands at the stove, burying his head in the crook of her neck to place a soft kiss.
she would stop what she’s doing, turning around so she’s facing him, bringing her arms up to hang around his neck. “don’t do that.”
“do what?” he brings his head back, looking down at her.
“try to downplay your struggles,” she speaks softly. “it’s okay to be frustrated and upset that you guys aren’t performing as well as you should. and i know you take it to heart, even if you act like you don’t, so yes, you’re struggling right now. i can see the gears turning in your head every night when you come home. i know you stay up watching film on the ipad. so please, just let me give you an easy evening. your only job is to relax tonight.”
quinn is taken aback at the fact she’s been able to see through him so clearly.
“i-“ he starts, blinking back the unexpected moisture in his eyes. “i don’t even know what to say other than i love you.”
quinn’s girlfriend smirks. “i love you too. now, go sit your cute little ass down in the pillow fort and i’ll bring you a plate,” she places a light pat on his butt, earning a small scoff from the brunette.
“yes ma’am” he salutes, but not before stealing a small peck on her lips.
as he sits in the pillow fort you made, smiling at the fact you used his favorite blanket as a cushion, he thinks he could get used to being the one getting taken care of more often.
#alliyaps#this is lowkey bad#but i’m at a very loud family function#so this is what the result is#hockey#nhl#quinn hughes#vancouver canucks#quinn hughes blurb
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synopsis: Higuruma makes *you* breakfast in bed for the first time
wc: 1.7k tags: fluffy! (unlike his eggs) . established relationship. romance.
a/n: inspired by @breekento's absolutely lovely photoset. a lil idyll, a smidge of indulgence. i couldn't help myself when he's so boyfriend-shaped [to the best of his abilities because...it's higuruma after all]
You were both supposed to be paying off some fairly massive sleep debts;and you hadn't even been incurring them in the usual fun ways.
The tradeoff of being slumber deprived to be a little depraved - ok, maybe more than a little - was hardly a dilemma for you and Higuruma; something you had figured out together early on in your relationship. Just one more way the two of you complemented each other, a pair of stubborn night owls turned lovebirds.
But work has been brutal; you're up to your neck in revisions to proposals for the sustainability bureau, and Higuruma's latest case had him building his defense strategy from scratch twice over now.
You can't remember the last time you shared a dinner that wasn't microwaveable. And pretty soon even the heaps of instant ramen packets were replaced by looming piles of onigiri wrappers, threatening to spill out of the bins - because fiddling with tiny sachets of powdered soup and rinsing out pots became too much of a luxury. So it was lots of take out, and very little making out.
You came to cherish the front doorstep to your apartments, a sacred altar where your bodies crossed each other in the morning bustle, swift as pedestrians, surrendering to serendipity; yet Cupid's best efforts could only conspire to the briefest, briskest brushes of your mouths before you hurried off towards your hectic jobs.
Evenings fared little better. Slouching past where he'd be collapsed on the couch at 2am, you'd drop a peck on his forehead when you could, if you had the strength to peel back the post-its with comments on penal code sections and the stacks of annotated alibis, gentle in your excavation of the mountainous documents, even as you know there's never any erosion of Higuruma's workaholism.
So you got good at deciphering the same crabbed handwriting on the fridge's notepad, mostly apologies and promises, before they dwindled down to hasty scratches of frowny emojis, blotting out dates on the calendar. All of it sincere, and all of it thwarted.
Weeks grated by like that, with their numbing addendums of cancelled grocery lists and rainchecks, strings of his snarky texts and your grumpy selfies becoming the lifeline of your relationship.
A month or maybe two, passed and finally, finally the pitches were accepted, as were the plea deals. Surely things could go back to normal now?
So, when you rolled over this morning anticipating a long overdue snuggle against Higuruma's chest, to instead find only a cold spot on his side of bed, the chagrin prickles through you so sharply it pierces through the groggy fog of sleep you still very much need.
"Hiro..." The pillows, absent of even his scent have the further audacity to muffle your grumble. But then you feel a slightly self-conscious chuckle roll honeywarm over your spine, and the dip of the bed as it welcomes the return of a weight that never should have left it at this hour.
"Sorry darling, I got hungry. Figured you might be too."
Your head creaks to the side, a warm scent wafting through the final defenses of your pillow fort. It's one you haven't smelled in a very, very long time.
"Masako's?"
Higuruma chuckles at the disbelief in your voice, still slumber-hoarse.
"That's right, made the pilgrimage all the way to Yoyogi. Just for you."
You hear the scrape of a knife and a rich, buttery aroma mingles with the morning air. Then you hear Higuruma's voice, dredged in huskiness from his drowsiness, drawling close to your ear. "So, forgive me yet?"
Your huff is already half buried in the pillow as you turn away from him and Higuruma sighs, wishing you'd at least treat him to your scowl. But he'll play along, after all it's been a while since the both of you could squander a morning on feigned pettiness.
"It's cute when you pretend to hold out on me," he muses, teasing his fingers through your locks before a heated palm comes to cup your cheek. "But the bagels are getting cold."
You can't help leaning into Higuruma's touch, purely instinctive, a vine supine toward its sun. But still you manage to mutter, "W'er s'posed to cuddle this mrngh."
You feel the grin in his voice long before it sneaks up to the corner of your lips. "We'll have the whole day to cuddle..."
Higuruma's aquiline nose dips down your neck, stopping just short of the spot he knows elicits a hitch in your breath. "Or not cuddle."
Drat him, and those nimble fingertips, just starting to skim beneath the hem of your shirt, summoning butterflies so swiftly you're uncertain if the swoop in your belly is from their innocently tickling antennae, or his digits' dexterous pretense of roaming your skin idly.
"For now, I'd like you to acknowledge the attempt I'm calling an omelette."
Now that has your eyes snapping open and jolting upright, shuffling around to stare at your partner who, for all his towering intellect, has never been able to distinguish a whisk from a sieve.
"You cooked? I didn't hear anything. What happened, were the batteries dead in the smoke alarm?"
"I'll have you know I actually replaced them recently."
Your skepticism retreats as you register Higuruma's mildly wounded expression. He turns to the side table, retrieving a breakfast tray and setting it before you. True, the yellow oblong by the perfectly browned discs is a little squat and misshapen, but it's distinctly missing the burnt, greasy odour you've come to reflexively associate with even his best attempts.
But this morning, you aren't even seeing any flecks of black. In fact, you start to notice the specks of green.
"Scallions?"
You raise the dish, squinting at the garnish, before lowering it to stare at Higuruma.
"Who are you and what have you done with my lover?"
"I guess I'm just some other man who's fallen for the charms of your terribly exacting egg standards," he deadpans, ruffling your hair and pressing a fork into your hand. "Now dear, if you'd be so kind as to make your judgment."
You take a sip of tea, made exactly how you like it (black, half a teaspoon of sugar, sans milk or creamer - maybe this man seated across from you isn't an impostor after all) and once you've washed down your bewilderment, set to properly tackling breakfast.
You take a breath, and let your fork cleave through the omelette. It cuts through cleanly, and doesn't wobble once on its way to your mouth.
It's...edible, you decide. Serviceable even, provided you were getting served at a road side gas station. But then you remember who cooked it, which practically makes it a 3 Michelin Star meal.
"It's good. Properly seasoned and everything." You smile, taking another bite.
"So how many dozens of eggs did you go through before you achieved this masterpiece?"
Higuruma shakes his head and huffs, casting his eyes heavenward. "Oh ye of little faith."
"In my defense, this is a novelty, Hiro. You've never spoiled me this way before."
You chuckle, tweaking his cheek, and his put-upon morose expression falters, as affection glimmers in his eyes instead.
"Three-quarters are still intact," he informs you, watching you sip your tea.
"Three quarters of the carton?" Your lip curls knowingly around the edge of your mug, and something stirs within Higuruma.
"Of the tray," he confesses, pulling your hand into his, starting to rub soft circles against your wrist.
"Couldn't be too cautious, hm?"
"I had Wikihow's assistance. And it's not my first time cooking eggs, you know."
You chew on the bagel for a quiet, contemplative moment.
"But the first time serving them?"
Your partner shrugs, but the way he averts his gaze for a moment tells you what you need to know. You squeeze his hand, and he looks back up at you.
"Thanks, Hiro. For making the morning special." You brush your forehead against his, savouring his happy hum reverberating against your cheeks as you put the tray off to the side.
"With this display of confidence, maybe you could even try tamagoyaki some time."
"Well, now that seems a tad ambitious-" Higuruma begins to equivocate but you shut him up with a kiss, tossing off the quilts and clambering into his lap, your appetite truly having been awakened at last.
He lets your hunger rush over him, falling backwards as his tongue greedily clambers towards yours, feeling a burden lift as your weight presses him back into bed, as your hips settle into their slow, needy grind against his. He kisses you, drinks you in more deeply, tasting the tannins of the tea he'd over-brewed while fussing with that dang omelette, but mingling with your scent and sweetness, it's nothing short of the most potent ambrosia. Higuruma groans, he's been parched of your taste and starved of your touch for weeks and weeks and he wants - needs you to drain him of these reservoirs of ache and desperation that have been suffocating him for so long.
Delirium and his desire floods through you, Higuruma's hands skittering everywhere, almost antsy enough to shred the fabric off of you. Higuruma nips urgently at your lips and you let his tongue, his limbs, his scent coil around you, entwined in his essence and embrace. His name spills from you in shallow gasps, pleading for a minor reprieve from the pleasure, but he persists, busying himself at your nape, suckling eagerly, flint-edged nose and canines planting tender bruises. It's only when you flinch slightly from the overstimulation of his roving mouth that he relents, reluctantly, tipping your head back to assess his efforts.
He likes what he sees; Your skin glowing in roses, dewy with his sweat and spit. Your famished gaze, devouring him as he devours you
"Maybe you should spend more time in the kitchen after all," you giggle, running your hands through his scalp, and you feel that burst of familiar wet heat as Higuruma quivers underneath you, a sodden spot growing and twitching against your core.
He presses his lips to you once more, his smirk both scalding and saccharine as he murmurs, "Never mind my rudimentary culinary skills darling, I'm going to spoil you in all the ways you already know, and then some."
@houseofsolisoccasum
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💌 roommate!jack pt. 2
part 1. part 3
( ignore me yearning for an ounce of a healthy relationship. I got cheated on my junior year of high school )
absolutely entirely babies you. i’m talking cleaning up after you, feeding you (this is so underrated fr), wiping off your makeup when you get home, forehead pecks before either of you leaves in the morning, packing lunch, always comforting you when you get overwhelmed.
^ is so so in love with the way you scrunch your nose in disgust when you try a new smoothie and automatically hand it over to him, letting him deal with it because you’re so used to him
simple things that come with intertwined lives: communication is always there, but there’s a deeper more important sense of knowing exactly what’s going on with each other without ever communicating.
^ knowing telltale signs of the other when they’re overstimulated, stressed, upset, uneasy, etc. a special kind of love language jack has for you, and that makes you fall hard.
gifts you cds and vinyls of artists you blast in your room
cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day!! after the party he throws at your shared space the previous night, he’s picking up trash and organizing everything back to its place while you wipe down the counters with whatever liquid that was on there. you collapse on the couch together and sleep the whole day, entangled in a mess of limbs but comfortable with eachother
softly knocks on your bedroom door one night, wondering why it was so quiet and sees you slumped over your desk and textbooks, fast asleep. his heart clenches at the sight; you look adorable but he doesn’t like how you overwork yourself and how you were still tense despite your unconscious state. he gently lifts you up from your desk and carries you over to your bed, laying you down. ^but he stops when you yank on the collar of his shirt, slowly opening your eyes. “thank you. stay?” you’ve stayed over in his room a few times but he’s never slept in yours. “sure, sweets.” he’d murmur in a low voice (🤭) and tuck himself in next to you, a safe distance away. ofc you wake up to his arm securely around your waist and it has you internally screeching.
lets out a indignant gasp when you approach him with eyebrow tweezers and tells you to ‘keep that torture device far away from him’ but a couple of pleases and a pout had him like putty in your hands as he begrudgingly accepted. he asks you to do his eyebrows often after that moment because he gets the opportunity to put his hands on your waist and stare at your face without making it weird.
^ also you when you accidentally let slip that you don’t take birth control pills he’s like wtf?? then you show him the implant in your upper arm. he screams, mortified, when he touches it and says “I thought that was for diabetes.”
the fear of telling eachother the strong feelings you both have grows everyday. when you’re put into a forced proximity like that and that person ultimately becomes your safe haven, literally lives with you, you just know there’s so much that could go wrong. you both toe the line carefully, trying not to harm the special bond you’ve grown over the years.
sleepovers in each others rooms !! pillow forts, romcoms on laptops, fingers brushing together when you reach for the popcorn bowl at the same time, huddling together for warmth (dear god when is it going to be my turn)
your first kiss would be slow and sweet. then you pull away breathless from the adrenaline and you look at him as if you don’t believe that just happened and his resolve crumbles. He wraps a strong arm around you body, pulling you close, and tangles the other through your hair, tilting your head. a year or two of pent up frustrations and raw love makes him pull your mouth to his roughly, him immediately going in with his tongue. He’s held you and hugged you before, but never like this. This was so much more passionate and intimate than anything he’d ever experienced.
def talks you through it 🙂↕️
his closet is yours!! he goes crazy seeing you in his big shirts and looking like you don’t have anything on underneath
whenever there’s blackouts through the building you both scramble around the place looking for candles with your phone lights. you bump into eachother a few times and there’s an unspoken rule to stick together while the lights are out. nothing but a scented candlelight illuminating your faces.
he declares a deep clean day which ends up in both of you soaked in bubbles after a soap fight
“we should shower together.. remember the water bill last month? :/”
roommates to lovers. goated trope.
i split this into two parts bc tumblr hates me. getting the other one out in a few mins :)
I want to talk about this more !! make it into a little series maybe?? send in what you think pleasee :)
#ellie writes 🙂↔️#jack hughes#jack hughes headcanons#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes fluff
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BLANKET FORT | MOON JUNHUI
jun had a habit of checking the weather forecast every morning - he woke up, grabbed his phone, ignored all of the messages from his manager, and checked the weather app. it was a small, unconscious habit he developed after you began dating. jun didn’t even realise he did it until seungkwan asked him why he was checking the weather for korea, when they were abroad for their schedules.
he was away the first time it happened. you called him, your voice shaky and panicked, as you explained that there has been a power outage because of a thunderstorm. jun could hear you quietly sob through the phone, and his heart broke, because there was nothing he could do to help.
he had never felt so powerless before.
after that, he decided to check the weather every morning in case of a storm, so you could prepare beforehand. well… almost every morning.
jun cursed at himself, rushing out of the studio to his car, rain hitting the windshield as he speeded through town, while a low rumbling of thunder could be heard from the distance.
you got home safely just before it started raining, though you knew the big, grey clouds hanging over the sky meant more than just rain. but there was no way you’d call jun. he was at work and you didn't want to disturb him, certainly not because you were afraid of a silly little thunderstorm.
what you didn’t expect was to hear a knock a second later, revealing a drenched jun standing in your doorway.
“i got here as fast as i could,” he said, breathing heavily. you figured he must've taken the stairs, something he always did when he was in a rush to see you. “what are you doing here, silly? shouldn’t you be at work?” you brushed his wet bangs away from his face, noticing how he shivered slightly. you pulled your boyfriend by his wet jacket before he could say anything, forcing him inside.
“we finished the recording earlier today,” jun said, as you kept dragging him in the direction of your bathroom. “and as i was leaving i got an alert for a thunderstorm, so,” he took a deep breath, grabbing your hand tighter. “i decided to come to you.”
just as you were about to scold him for being so reckless and not going home to change into something dry so he wouldn’t get sick, a loud boom echoed through your apartment. you immediately stopped in your tracks, jun’s body colliding with yours. he could feel how your body tensed up, the familiar panic written all over your face, as you looked into the direction of the window.
“come on, i’ve got to get these wet clothes off me,” jun said, tracing his knuckle over your cheek. truth be told, he didn’t care if he was currently freezing his ass off, but he knew it would take your mind off from the storm going on outside. “y-yeah, let’s go,” you gulped.
after jun changed into dry clothes and wasn't in danger of getting sick anymore, you left the bathroom with a little hesitation, where, fortunately, you didn't hear what was happening outside the window. “you know what,” he said, pulling you onto your bed, cradling your body to his chest, so your head rested right above his heart. “i saw this thing a while ago, and i was wondering if we could make it together,” he whispered, running his hand through your hair.
“hm?” you murmured, looking up at him. “a blanket fort. we've never done it together before.”
maybe any other day you’d say that it was a bit silly for you to make a blanket fort, but as another rumble of the thunder passed you nodded your head quickly, latching onto jun even more.
“hey,” he whispered. “’s okay, baby. i know you’re scared, but i’m here with you,” he said, pecking your forehead. “you’re safe here. you’re home. with me.”
and that’s how you ended with chairs placed all around your living room, with all of your blankets and sheets you didn’t even know you had thrown over the chairs and your couch. “i’m going to get some more pillows, i’ll be right back,” jun said, before disappearing from your little blanket fort.
you weren’t sure you needed anything more, your little bundle was already full of everything - blankets, pillows, food and snacks, fairy lights, your computer, even a couple of plushies jun got you when he was on tour - you name it. but you didn’t have the heart to stop him, your precious boyfriend looked over the moon when you were setting up the fort, like a little kid on christmas day. the rain was still heavily pattering against your window, but it didn’t bother you as much anymore.
“okay,” a blonde head peeked into the fort. “i think we’re ready,” jun crawled inside, while trying not to destroy anything. you giggled as he struggled to sit down comfortably beside you, his back hunched because he was too tall. “i think your legs are too long, baby,” you laughed, grabbing onto his arm.
you could feel jun’s smile as he pressed a kiss against your cheek, bringing you closer to him, so you could lay between his legs. as he tried to manoeuvre the both of you so you could lay comfortably against the stack of pillows, a particularly loud thunder stroke making you flinch. “don’t you think it’s a bit silly?” you asked in a whisper, nuzzling yourself further into jun’s arms.
“what?”
“that i’m afraid of thunder. that’s just stup-,”
“don’t even dare to finish that sentence,” you had to suppress a smile hearing his offended tone. you didn’t even have to look at him to know he was pouting angrily. “it’s not silly or stupid to be afraid.”
“yeah, but it’s just thunder.”
“and what about it? mingyu yells like a little girl any time he sees a bug, but that doesn’t make him less of a man. it’s okay to be scared,” he said, stroking his thumb over your tummy. “besides, i’m always here to protect you.”
and so you spend the rest of your afternoon cuddled under tens of blankets, watching your favourite movies, until eventually you drifted off in the arms of your boyfriend not bothered by the thunderstorm happening outside anymore.
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