#i can leave the house but im too tired for much else when i get home

[toomanyacronyms]

I know I keep talking about it, but I am definitely going to fight for a custom wheelchair after I can get a loan from my bank for it.

It would really only be used out of the house, but it would help so much. I have a limited amount of spoons and no amount of exercise or medication is going to give me any more based on my entire life. I just want to go to museums and zoos and conventions without a crash at the end. And it would help during flare-ups. I'm in one right now and my rollator is not helping in the slightest.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

escape from isla nublar

words: 2.6k

warnings: jurassic world alternate universe, dinosaurs, violence, brief mentions of gore (but not detailed), illusions of sex but not actually written out, established relationship, soft!rafe, death tw, proposal, mentions of anxiety & panic attacks

a/n: im having a lot of fun with writing aus, so here! take another one!

“thank you so much for bringing me here, rafe.” you coo out, getting onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

rafes arm slides around your waist, keeping you tugged in close as the boat approaches the dock of the island. you squeal along with all the children gathered around impatient and ready to jump off the boat and explore.

“welcome to isla nublar!” the voice of a friendly sounding woman says over the speakers. “please disembark slowly and carefully and enjoy your stay in jurassic park!”

“baby, can i just say-” rafe begins as the crowd shuffles forward, most with bags in their hands or suitcases being wheeled behind them, but rafe has already arranged to have them brought to your room so you can get right to exploring. 

“mhm.” you hum, encouraging him to continue.

“that you've been so chill this entire trip so far. proud of you.” it might sound weird to anyone else, but you've always gotten nervous when leaving your home for too long, worried something bad would happen. rafe saw it on your first trip he took you on where you tried and very much failed to hide your anxiety.

“im so excited there's like no room for nerves.” you giggle as you walk down the gangway. “and the fact that you let me plan everything. you know how much i love a schedule.”

“we are so different.” rafe shakes his head, hand squeezing yours as you step into the concrete, turning away from the crowds heading to the resort and towards the main street and the iconic innovation center.

“opposites attract.” you state, and it couldn't be more true, but rafe loves you more than he could ever envision caring about someone.

as you round the lagoon, trying to see if you're able to catch a glimpse of the giant mosasaurs in its depths, you feel your excitement levels only elevate more.

“oh my gosh, there's the petting zoo entrance.” you turn and pout to rafe.

“isn't that mostly for kids?” he raises a singular eyebrow.

“i mean yeah, but you also get to pet baby dinosaurs. totally worth it.” you tug him towards the entrance.

--

“okay.” you sigh, placing your hands on your hips. “i guess we should slow down so we have things to do for the rest of the trip.” 

“im already exhausted.” rafe chuckles. “how about dinner then to the hotel?”

as tired as rafe is, he's certainly not going to complain about being run around isla nublar when he gets to see the gleaming smile on your face every time he looks at you.

“sounds good… we could go to winstons steak house,” you point in one direction, then the other “jurassic cafe, or the brachiosaurus restaurant.”

“how about whatever is closest.” rafe rubs his hand over his face.

“okay steak house it is.” it's your turn to take rafes hand. 

he barely manages to stay awake through dinner, and by the time you're back at the hotel, he's passed out on the bed before he can change into his pajamas.

--

“what would you like to do today?” you ask rafe. “anything but that hang gliding, you know how i feel about heights.”

“the gyrospheres look fun.” rafe shrugs and looks at the map pulled up on your phone. “or kayaking.”

“why not both.” you toss your phone to the side and cup rafes cheek, bringing your lips together in a kiss.

“you're the best boyfriend ever.”

rafe places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you down onto the mattress, laying you back.

“we can wait a little bit though, right?” the smirk on his face gives him away.

“i think that would be fine.” you giggle, pulling rafes shirt off over his head.

--

“that was actually so fun.” you hum out.

“it was when you let me drive and we could finally go fast.” rafe says. you were halfway through the gyrosphere tour when you handed the controls over to rafe, allowing him to speed through the ankylosaurus herds.

“but we will not be doing that on the kayak.” you hold your finger up.

“yes ma’am.” rafe says, slipping the attendant a $20 bill to move you to the front of the line, not wanting you to have to wait.

“life vest.” rafe says, slipping it over your head while he just grabs his and throws it into the kayak, not planning on putting it on unless something happens.

rafe helps you step down into the kayak, grabbing the paddle knowing he's going to sit in the back and do all the work.

--

“this is so beautiful.” you say, leaning back into your seat as you look at the stegosaurus and it's long neck reaching up to grab the leaves, his feet submerged in the water as you paddle past.

“this might be even better than the velociraptors.” rafe says.

“wait-” you sit up. “whats that sound? is that a radio?”

it takes a second for rafes ears to pick it up, but he can hear the frantic static of voices over a walkie talkie.

rafe continues to paddle, realizing suddenly that you've separated from all the other kayaks and can't see anyone. he brings the kayak closer to the side when he hears the radio as you reach out to pick it up from the muddy bank.

you turn the volume knob up as you try to make out what the voice is saying through the water logged speaker.

“we sent the containment unit out with nonlethal force and they're all dead! immediate evacuation, get everyone inside and back to the hotel!”

“rafe…” you turn towards him, eyes widening in fear.

“im sure it's just some kid pulling a prank.” rafe takes the radio, finding the speech button and pressing it. “what is going on?”

“who is that? this is an authorized channel.” one voice says before another cuts it out.

“whoever you are, seek shelter immediately. the indominus rex is on the loose, currently heading towards-” the radio sparks and then dies out.

“shit.” rafe hits it against his thigh, but it's clearly no use.

“rafe.” your voice is already shaking. “the indominus rex. i don't know what it is, but it doesn't sound good.”

“okay.” rafe stands up and steps out of the kayak, pulling it onto the bank before helping you out. “baby-” he places his hands on your shoulders. “i need you to stay calm. you know this island like the back of your hand. where are we?”

“we-” you take a deep, shaking breath. “we are halfway through the kayak adventure. we should head just west and find the road to the aviary.”

“okay.” rafe presses a kiss to your forehead. “let's go quickly and quietly. im sure they've already contained whatever dinosaur escaped.”

“yeah.” you nod, gulping, not so sure.

rafes steady hand stays in yours, helping you over bushes and downed trees.

“shouldn't be much farther.” you bite your lip, hoping you didn't get the direction wrong.

“hang on.” rafe whispers, placing a finger over his lips. 

before you can fully comprehend what's happening, he's tugging you down under a giant tropical plant, the leaves hiding you as you hear whatever rafe did, the pounding footsteps of dinosaurs.

“that's the stegosaurus we saw earlier.” you remember the distinct marking along its side.

“get over here.” rafe pulls you in tighter, not allowing you to see as he presses you against the stem of the large plant, covering your body with his own.

“it's okay, it's a herbivore.” you say, when you hear the second set of dinosaur footsteps following it. you tense up, and you can feel a panic attack setting in as you pick your head up to see some sort of giant rex running after it.

you both stay still and silent until it's clearly far enough away.

“rafe.” you tremble as you turn into your back, his body still hovering over yours, protecting you, willing to put himself in the line of danger if he needs to.

“it's okay.” his voice is betraying how scared he is as well, but he's going to try his best to not let you see it. “let's just get to the aviary.”

“i-i can't.” you shake your head. “im fucking terrified.” 

“me too, baby.” he says. “but we gotta get under cover somewhere before that thing catches up to the stegosaurus and comes back for us.”

you swallow deeply, eyes closing for a brief minute, gaining all your courage you possibly can.

“okay.” you're up and moving quickly, running towards the aviary. your steps are no longer balanced and cautious, moving quickly through the jungle until you make it through the trees to the grassy plane.

“the aviary!” you point at the large glass dome, just in time to see a helicopter careening into it, smashing a hole that instantly has pterodactyls flying out.

“shit!” rafe shouts, tugging you back into the treeline.

“we're gonna die.” you sob out, not able to hold back your tears as you crumple to the ground.

“no.” rafe says firmly. “i will not lose you.”

he knows he needs to move, especially as the pterodactyls come closer, and he doesn't have time to console you enough to get you ready to move.

rafe reaches down and pulls you into his arms, hugging your shaking form against his chest as he follows the same path of disturbed leaves and muddy footprints back to the river.

“i need you to paddle.” rafe says, glad your kayak is still in the same space. “i know you're scared, but you need to help me here. we need to go fast.”

you sniffle and look up at rafe, your big eyes filled with tears causing his heart to pang out in pain. “okay.”

rafe bends down, pressing your lips together in a soft and caressing kiss before climbing onto the back of the kayak.

you both immediately begin to paddle hastily, not knowing where the next meat eating dinosaur could be.

“the river goes underground then should let us off near main street.” you tell rafe, eyes briefly closing to envision the map in your head before putting your entire focus back onto paddling.

“baby, still.” rafe says softly, both of you pausing as you look upwards, seeing pterodactyls wings flapping over, thankfully not seeming to notice you under the treetops, yet you still wait until they pass over before beginning to paddle again.

“there's the cave.” you say, pointing as the river bends and you head underground, lights strung along the cave ceiling as you paddle underground, able to take a deep breath now that you're under cover.

“are there any dinosaurs in this cave?” rafe questions, helping you move back so you're leaned against him. 

“shouldn't be.” you say, eyes closing as your adrenaline drops now that you're mostly safe.

“go ahead and rest.” rafe hums as he paddles, looking down at you in relief.

--

“y/n.” rafe shakes your shoulder and you sit up with a gasp, looking around, waiting to see the indominus rex charging at you.

“it's okay.” rafe says. “we're just leaving the cave.”

“so that wasn't all just a nightmare?” you sit up, knowing you must not have been asleep that long, but already feeling majorly refreshed.

“im afraid not.” rafe sighs as you grab your paddle to help steer.

“so this let's out…”

“near the resort. we should be safe there.” you squint into the dying sunlight as the kayak leaves the caves and enters into the large man-made lake.

you both quickly steer to the side, glad to be out of the kayak and on your own two feet.

“to the resort.” you say, able to tell that there are still people running from main street in that direction.

rafe is about to toss the paddle back into the boat when a screech comes from overhead and you both look up to see a pterodactyl perched over cave entrance.

“run!” rafe yells, not turning his back from the dinosaur to see that you haven't moved an inch, not leaving him.

the pterodactyl lunges forward just as rafe swings his paddle at it, hitting it in the beak, but it only enrages the dinosaur more.

you move quickly to grab your paddle, joining rafe in hitting at it, keeping the snapping beak away from pecking at your skin.

“baby, go.” rafe grunts out.

“no! im not leaving you.” you keep slapping at its beak and head until it gets annoyed and roars before taking off to the sky.

“fuck.” rafe groans. “i hate dinosaurs. sorry baby.”

“that's okay.” you say with a slight laugh. “i don't think i like them that much anymore either.”

you take off towards the resort, keeping your oars held tightly in your hands, just in case any pterodactyls try something.

“onto the ship or into the resort?” you question, seeing people trying to get into both.

rafe opens his mouth to respond when a roar rips through the air.

he looks around quickly, pulling you into taller grass, not having any other close cover.

“some of the gates must be down.” you whisper.

“why?” rafe questions, not doubting you as his eyes search through the field before you point at the crowd of people, even more frantic as you watch from a distance.

“because there's a metriacanthosaurus.”

the name makes rafe blink harshly before he sees it, the dinosaur flinging people around as it takes advantage of the hoards of people trying to get to cover.

“oh my god.” you cover your mouth, watching as the carnivore rips someone in half.

“don't watch.” rafe pulls you further into the grass, tucking you against his chest.

you close your eyes and focus on his arm wrapped around your shoulder instead of the screams.

“i got you.” rafe whispers, free hand tapping his shorts to make sure the box is still there in his pocket.

“i know.” you press your lips into his neck. “i know.”

gunshots ring out and rafe looks out of the grass to see that the dinosaur has finally brought down and everyone is safely inside.

“okay, let's run.” rafe helps you stand, deciding to head towards the boat instead of the hotel, knowing it's just one step closer to getting you safe.

you take off in a run, entering up the gangway you went down just yesterday morning.

“inside the cabin.” one of the staff says quickly, ushering you through the glass doors into the packed hallway of people, but rafe keeps moving, tucking you into him until you're towards the front of the boat, able to move up a level and find a place to sit down.

“we're okay.” you say as you relax into the sofa. “we’re alive.”

“i love you.” rafe says, head dropping to your shoulder. “im never talking you on another vacation like this again, but i love you.”

“and i thought you were protective before.” you chuckle, breathing out heavily.

“really ruined my whole plan though.” rafe knows that you both just experienced a trauma that will no doubt need to be unpacked later, but you're just happy to be safe inside the cruise ship.

“what plan?” you lift your head up.

“not the best time but-” rafe sits up and pulls a box out of his pocket. “i planned to ask you in front of the waterfall, all romantic and sweet. but i don't want to waste a single moment longer.”

rafe flicks the top of the box up to reveal a glimmering ring. “will you marry me?”

you let out a squeal and jump into rafes arms, “yes!”

sfw tags: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie @ladyinbl00d @ethanthequeefqueen @drewsephrry @wearemadeofstardust0

[caxasy]

caleb and his prince treatment

caleb x male reader

spoiled (semi-yandere) ! caleb headcanons i have for him and male!reader :P more so modern!au, but can be read as if it were taking place in the canon universe

side note: i should really come up with a name for mc bc saying mc in the text and reading it over physically makes me cringe, hg needs a name T.T im just so uncreative i cant think of one UGH

side note x 2: per usual yandere-esque tendencies and thoughts coming from caleb, implied childhood best friends, i play my game in both chn and kor so thats why im kind of applying that in here hence the names and some vocabulary i used in here being more taken from my kor gaming experience

spoiled!caleb who hated being told no. he wasn’t used to that. and he will never settle with getting used to that. he thinks he’s selfless in a lot of ways (he really isn’t, hes deluding himself by telling himself he is — hes actually the exact opposite @ caleb hope that helps!!!), but he will be selfish with your time and attention (and everything else you have to offer...mans is greedy).

“you’re back!” caleb practically jumped off of his seat on the couch when the door of the house swung open. he immediately pocketed his phone, meeting you at the door and taking your backpack from your shoulders.

“classic butler caleb services,” you tease, watching as he threw your bag over his shoulder, “not too fast, though. you can just leave it by the door, i gotta change really quick,”

“hm?” caleb hummed, watching you take off your shoes and go upstairs, “uhm, are you going somewhere?”

“yeah!” you called out from your room and he heard the shuffling of drawers being opened and closed and your footsteps walking around the room. “caleb, have you seen my bracelet? i forgot to put it on this morning, could’ve sworn it was on my table!”

he looked down at his wrist, shaking his head to snap himself out of his confusion, and dropped your bag by the door as you instructed. he went upstairs, watching you from the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

“where are you going?” he almost began shifting anxiously where he stood, but had to physically stop himself. he also had to physically control his tone, not wanting to sound too bereft at you leaving again. you just came back from school! where were you going now?

“oh, just out with some friends,” you say, holding the bottom of your shirt up with your teeth as you zip up your jeans. caleb swallows harshly at the sight of your exposed abdomen. his head snaps up to meet your gaze when you drop the shirt from your mouth. “celebration from finishing off final season,”

“oh, but-”

“you have it on,” you smile, walking over and slipping your hand undernearth the elastic band of the beaded bracelet. your wrist resting on top of his, heavy and warm and enough to make his throat run dry. then, you pulled away with it now on you instead of him. “caleb, if you want your own, just ask mc, silly,” you tease, booping his nose and stepping past him.

“wait, uhm, you don’t want to stay in today? aren’t you tired from classes?” caleb asked, snapping out of his trance and going after you as you walked down the hallway.

“hmm, maybe tomorrow, caleb, i already made these plans last week. plus, i could use a couple drinks too,” you rub the back of your neck, looking bashful, “my upperclassmen wanted to treat me and they would be pretty upset if i backed out, soemthing stupid about how they have to treat me,”

caleb’s jaw clenched. you were relying on other people as a source of relaxation. he could just take you out to the bar himself, why did you need to go out with other people?

so what if they were your upperclassman? just because they’re older than him doesn’t mean he can’t provide that same treatment to you. you know that, right? caleb’s capable, so why did you rely on others for this stuff?

“anyway, tell mc that i can still drive her thing tomorrow, i don’t plan on drinking much so i won't be hungover or anything,” you reminded him, looking at the watch on your wrist, “annnnddd, don’t wait up for dinner. we’re going to an all you can eat, so i’ll be out till then!”

that meant you were gonna be gone for hours.

“are you sure you don’t wanna stay in? i heard it might start raining later today, bad weather might not be good to be out in late at night,” caleb reasons, following after your movement to the door, like a dejected puppy.

“it’ll be fine, i’ll bring the umbrella if anything,” you smile, stopping at the front door and tapping his cheek with your palm, “see you later, caleb! promise we’ll hang out tomorrow!”

before he could get a word in, one last shot in the dark of preventing you from leaving, the door was closed behind you.

he stood there, chest moving in controlled, slow movements. his fingers were twitched at his side before balling into a fist. he planned for you two to spend the night together, watching movies and tv until mc came home, then you’d eat dinner all together.

he sighed, pressing his closed fist to his mouth and trying to control himself.

“fucking pigs,” he cursed under his breath, going upstairs to your guys’ shared room and getting comfortable on your bed. he can't believe that not only he got told "no" to some shared time together, but you even chose to hang out with other people instead of him.

he laid there, breathing in your scent for a couple of seconds before begrudedly opening up the tracking app on his phone. he saw your icon and mc’s before clicking onto yours.

for the rest of the night, he stayed rotting in your bed hugging your pillow and watching your location from his screen. when you should’ve been by his side.

(the tracking app is like the find my app on iphones — so you and mc also have caleb’s location, a shared type of situation. not a stalker or anything LMAO [wouldn’t put it past caleb though…])

spoiled!caleb who doesn’t expect you to pamper anyone else the way you do to him. ever since you two were kids, you made sure to take care of him. it’s expected, even now that you guys are older. and of course, you don’t mind it. taking care of caleb and mc is a given to you, a responsibility that you don’t mind upholding.

but, since you’re so used to taking care of them, you unknowingly grew into the habit of taking care of everyone around you as well.

you, caleb, and mc were sitting at one of the outside tables on your guys’ campus. it was a nice day out so the three of you were lingering longer than you usually did after classes. mc was going on about an annoying group project that she had to do as her final. caleb was fully entertained by how animated she was talking about it while you were trying to comfort her, saying there were only a couple of more weeks of school left.

“hyung! is that you?” a cheerful voice was heard from behind you, making you instinctively turn your head. caleb and mc looked as well, curious to see if this person was actually talking to you or not.

a smiling man with platinum blonde hair walked up to the table, practically beaming at you.

“i haven’t seen you all semester, where have your classes been?” the smile on the unknown man’s face turned into an exaggerated pout, making you chuckle softly at the sight.

“it’s good to see you, jaemin,” the two of you are now smiling at each other and caleb feels his eye twitch. “oh, this is caleb and mc, caleb’s your age and mc is a bit younger,”

“nice to meet you two, i remember you guys from when hyung would talk about you,” the teasing comment was delivered along with a soft shoulder bump, making you roll your eyes, “it’s good to finally meet you, i’m jaemin,”

“nice to meet you, jaemin,” mc politely says, offering a kind smile. her eyes stray over to caleb, who practically looks in pain to smile at the boy his age.

“nice to meet you,” he says through his teeth, smile not meeting his eyes.

“we should hang out some time, hyung,” jaemin’s eyes sparkled as if he remembered something, “there’s a cute cafe that opened up near the library! i heard their pasteries are good!”

“sure, just text me and i’ll let you know when i’m free. it’ll be my treat,” you offer, open to hang out and reconnect with your underclassmen.

“how do you two know each other?” caleb asks, leaning in slightly closer to you as he spoke looking only at you.

“we had that research class together. remember when i kept having to stay late at the library in the fall?” jaemin turned sheepish at the reminder.

“yeah, that would definitely be me. i just kept needing help and hyung is such a good teacher,” you waved your hand as if dismissing the praise, but jaemin kept going, “he’s the only reason why i passed that class! if it weren’t for hyung, i definitely would have been done for!”

can this guy stop calling you that? it’s just like a searing reminder that there are other people in your life that are close enough to call you that. caleb hates that reminder. that you have a life that doesn’t revolve around him and mc, when you and mc are his entire world.

“no, you just needed some support, you did all the work,” you console, smiling so kindly at the man it makes caleb even more uncomfortable.

“whatever, you’re still too kind,” jaemin fanned his hand in front of his face, pinched eyebrows being seen under his bangs, “it’s so hot, how are you not sweating? how long have you three been out here?”

mc chuckled behind her hand at his behavior whilst caleb thought he was just being an annoying piece of shit he was being while overstaying his welcome.

“here, drink some,” without a second thought, you handed him your water bottle, which you had already drank out of. with that realization, caleb swore he felt his inside were boiling in annoyance and envy. why were you so selfless? he loves it about you…when it applies to him, but when he realizes that it’s not a completely special experience he receives from you, he feels bitter.

“you’re a lifesaver, thank you,” worst of all, the fucker actually took the water bottle from you and took a sip. uncaringly, he drank direct from the spout.

caleb’s fist clenched on the table as he realized what that meant. his self restraint was reaching its peak. for the rest of the time that jaemin was making small talk with you, which was a couple minutes longer, caleb was trying really hard to just calm himself down.

when jaemin finally left, caleb didn’t bother saying bye properly, internally hoping he would never see the man ever again. and most importantly, he'd leave you alone.

needless to say, the entire commute back home from university was you noticing the slight downtrodden mood of caleb and trying to make him feel better. you didn’t even know why his mood was more down and quiet, less charismatic than he usually was. but you didn’t ask, only offering extra attention to him to try and make him feel better.

it worked, obviously, since all caleb wanted was all your attention on him in the first place. but it did set as a good example for caleb to remember in the future...if he ever acts somewhat sad around you, you become more attentive to him. he had to fight the smile that almost made its way to his face.

spoiled!caleb who basically resource guards you. practically your walking guard dog. which is funny to think about since you are fully capable of protecting yourself in a face of “danger” and are more than capable in being able to take care of yourself and then some. but caleb is selfish and incredibly spoiled when it comes to you. which means, he’ll do anything to keep you as close as possible to him and only him.

spoiled!caleb who is trying hard to prove to you that he is capable of providing for you the way you do for him, but finds himself folding the moment you begin pampering him. his headstrong attitude in showing how grown he is, and he is grown, crumbles in confidence the moment you start using that familiar tone on him. the tone that shows how much you care for him, how casual it is for you to take care of him almost more than you care for yourself.

spoiled!caleb who, as mentioned before, dislikes anyone publicly showing how comfortable and familiar they are with you. whether it be in physical closeness, using terms such as oppa or hyung on you which show that close relationship you have with other - he hates it. to him, it’s almost ike it’s a competition. how can he prove to everyone around you that he’s the only man that you care about. how you hold him to a higher degree than others and that he loves that you do. he sounds cocky thinking that way, but if any ounce of a differnt impression is planted into his mind, he will go insane.

[kittyhui]

“we should stop” trope with cheol

no smut, just suggestive MDNI

content tags: mutual friends to lovers (???sorta), cheol is a smoker (dont smoke..), reader is introverted, mentioned alcohol use, making out, being a bit freaky outside, cheol is hot

meeting your friends’ friends always had your introverted head reeling. “do i have to go?” you whine to jeonghan, one of your closest friends.

“no but you really should leave the house, y/n” he laughs. he was right. it was only a small get together at joshua’s (your other friend) apartment, it would only be a few other people, “you’ve met most of them anyways. plus you can stay with me and kyeomie as long as you want” he smiles at you as you finally agree to coming along.

…

surprisingly, it wasn’t as bad as you had thought. even though it was getting tiring dokyeom pulling you to meet all the people you haven’t been introduced to before, it was manageable.

“oh! i almost forgot” dokyeom says, looking at you, “you need to meet, cheol” he grabs your arm again, walking you over to another person youve never seen before. “coupsie!”

you watch as the man dokyeom calls for turns around, red hair looking like fire around his head, arms looking oh so delicious in the black shirt he was wearing, and his lips; god his lips, looking cherry red like he had just bitten them so hard they bled. he looked so intimidating with a scowl on his face, until he looks at kyeom and pouts.

“i told you to stop calling me thatttt” he sulks, lip jutting out. he finally seems to notice your presence, raising his thick brow before speaking again, “is this your friend you were talking about?”

“im sorryyy, the name is so cute, cheol. but yea! this is y/n!” dokyeom introduces, your face heating up with nervousness at the redhead staring down at you.

“hi. nice to me you…” you murmur, extending your hand for a handshake. what you didn’t expect is for him to take it and pull you a little closer to him.

“sorry” he laughs, “what did you say.. its too loud in here” you repeat yourself, stuttering over your words, before he finally pulls away, hearing the complains from dokyeom about cheol ‘teasing his friend’. “I’m seungcheol by the way. most of my friends just call me cheol tho. i prefer that.” you smile again before dokyeom pulls you away again to meet someone else.

….

the rest of the night went by smoothly, and now you finally had the chance to slip away from all the noise and step outside for a breather after having a bit too much to drink. the summer breeze felt refreshing compared to the heat coming from the apartment you were just in and you could finally take a deep breath in, admiring the night sky.

“too many people in there for your tastes?” you jump at the sudden voice, turning to see the red haired man from earlier, “sorry! i didn’t mean to startle you. it’s too many people in there for me too, if that makes you feel better” he smiles at you, before turning back to face the sky, putting a lit cigarette to his lips and inhaling the smoke.

“you know thats bad for you, right?” you say, backtracking when you see his eyes widen and him beginning to burn it out, “no its fine! i dont mind.. sorry im bad at small talk” you look down at your fingers, playing with them, still feeling his eyes on you.

“you’re cute.” he laughs. he takes another inhale from the cigarette before sitting on the steps of the apartment building. “sit with me” he pats the concrete next to him, signaling you to come.

as you sit close to him, you can smell the mix of smoke and his cologne on his clothes, the scent of them seemingly driving you insane, the alcohol running through your body making you scoot even closer into him, as if to try and smother yourself in the fragrance. “you smell really good” you say without thinking, immediately burning hot in embarrassment at the reality of what you just said. he turns to you, laughing loudly.

“thank you, cutie.” he smiles, looking into your eyes, “and you look very pretty. thought that since dokyeom introduced me to you. was trying to get you alone but hannie was protecting you like a mama bear.” you laugh before his words sink into your brain.

“what- what did you want to do when you got me alone?” you question, eyes looking him up and down. you were beyond close to each other at this point, you had practically one leg draped over his thigh, and you could feel his hand on it, steadying you a bit.

“you know what i wanted to do.” he says, eyes shifting towards your lips before looking back into your own, “i can still do it now.. if you’d like.” you only murmur a faint ‘yea’ and his lips touch yours, hands cradling your head, pressing you closer and closer together.

your mind sobers up a bit, realizing that you were currently outside, in front of your friends house, kissing a guy you met barely an hour ago. “we. should. stop.” you breathe out inbetween kisses. you know you don’t want to stop but your left brain was screaming at you to think logically.

“we- can. stop. if you want” cheol slurs out, lips kissing the corner of yours, a smirk resting on them. the moment you shake your head, he pulls you onto his lap fully, having you straddle his thighs. “you’re so pretty..” he sighs out, lips gliding down your neck, sucking a few times, leaving marks in their wake. your hands rest in his fiery locks, combing your fingers through them every so often as he pulls whines out of your mouth.

“cheolie…” you sigh out, grinding lightly on his thigh, testing the waters. he groans at the sight, pulling you in for another kiss before- ring ring ringgg

“fuck-“ he groans looking down at his phone now long abandoned along with his burnt out cigarette you didnt even realize was gone, “its shua. hold on, pretty. yea. uhhuh? oh. oh okay- okay bye.” you try to listen in but your attempts were futile. he hangs up the calls, lowering his phone and putting his hands on your waist. “‘m sorry, pretty. soonyoung is currently um- puking his guts out in a bedroom.. i’ll spare the details, but i have to help shua clean the mess.” he sighs, looking at you with guilty eyes.

you look at him a bit disappointed but nod, slipping off his lap. “its fine, cheol. go deal with that.” you smile and he smiles back before kissing your lips wetly once again.

“give me your number first. just incase i don’t see you before you leave.” he shyly speaks again, opening his phone again for you to type in your number.

“alright, here” you say, finishing up your contact information. “text me whenever.. now go! there’s vomit for you to clean” you giggle as he stands up and rushes inside again.

finally standing up again yourself, your legs feel like jelly as you walk into the apartment again, spotting jeonghan and dokyeom on the couch. “hey” you say as you sit down next to them.

“oh my lord, we were wondering where you were.” jeonghan say before looking at your state and gasping, “you look a mess? who were you with??” dokyeom laughs as your face heats up again.

“n-no one..” you splutter, biting your lip remembering the man you were just with. they roll their eyes at you, whining at the lack of details you were spilling as a ping comes from your phone.

Unknown Number

Hey. This is Seungcheol.

Want a ride home?

you can hear your friends gasp, obviously reading your messages at the same time.

You

yea :) would love that <3

you send your response and jeonghan nudges you teasingly, “seriously, choi seungcheol? that loser??” all you do is smile dumbly, excited to see him once more.

[alwayscorvus]

( congratulations on no hiatus!! hope you have all the time in the world to do what you like and write more :D)

may i request yet another werewolf!yuanwu please,,,, i am. Starved and Famished™ for yuanwu content,,, n. need. blue husband content.

perhaps a domestic married life with werewolf!yuanwu? i am. interested and piqued to see what you might write. and i just need more yuanwu but furry and animalistic content ( no pressure, of course. take your time!)

Yuanwu as werewolf husband

malereader x werewolf!Yuanwu, fluff;

Ik that it's not a one long story, just a bunch of scenarios, but I wanted to use the style from my Blade posts and by doing so I could also include a lot more scenes/activities/habits. Maybe Yuanwu is a little bit too submissive in this and by that a lil out of character but... idk it just happened Dw your next request is going to be full a story!

And thank you for your wishes and for the req, im always happy to write for u!

When he gets back from work:

Late at night, while you are sitting on the couch watching some cliche tv show, you hear jiggling of the key. You quickly turn your head, aiming your gaze at the door where the noise is coming from. Without much thinking, you toss remote aside, get up and head towards hallway. Before you manage to reach your destination, you notice how wooden door begins to slowly swing open, revealing figure of a hunched Yuanwu. Tired after a full week of hard work, he laboriously slides inside. Shuffling his feet on the ground. Unaware of your presence, he slowly moves closer towards you. He slides off his shoes in a rush, and clumsily tosses his keys onto a small dresser. But they don't make it into a basket. They fall on the floor with a clash, like his bag for change of clothes.

You can hear quiet growls. Yuanwu stops at the distance of several inches from you. He furrows his eyebrows. Too exhausted to keep in touch with reality. Emptiness rings in his head. Dazed, he lets his instincts take over. The only things that fills his mind since leaving the gym are warm sheets and your comfy embrace. He struggles to understand why his path is blocked by someone else's legs.

Finally he lifts his head up. Surprised, he gently opens his mouth and focuses his attention on you. How you stand there, in a flawless state, leaning gently against the wall, with arms crossed over your chest and soft smile under your nose.

Yuanwu starts looking at you with sparkling eyes. As if you were some kind of god. His wasted state and awaiting gaze, full of hope. Like a silent plea for help. A search for care.

Oh, how much at times like this Yuanwu longs for you to take care of him. Take all the worries from his shoulders and start to pamper him. You are the only one who can do this. After all, outside the house he has to play tough. But he definitely isn't that strong.

He turns from a reserved and distinguished man to a pouty in your hands. Like a gently giant.

Before you can manage to fully open your arms in an inviting gesture, man throws himself into your embrace. Under the weight of such a big guy, you slightly lose your balance. At the last moment, you push yourself up with one leg to keep you both from falling on your back.

In your grasp, Yuanwu can finally breathe a sigh of relief. You are his home, through which he can rest. You are the one that makes him feel safe, not judged.

Man snuggles tighter into the crook of your neck, gently savoring your scent. Jasmine fragrance of shampoo starts to drug his senses. But not enough to keep him from feeling guilty. He bites his lower lip bitterly. How can you be so perfect. Well rested, freshly showered, dressed in new pajamas. He feels ashamed standing next to you like this. Worn down after a full day of work at the gym, drenched in sweat.

But you, as lovely as you are, don't care about this at all…

Scratching:

Your habit after every bad day at Yuanwu's job. When trained teenagers give him a hard time, or when, after an unexpected win, betting causes a stir among audience. You sit down on the edge of your worn-out couch, while Yuanwu lies down next to you, taking the remaining space. Wrapped in a blanket, he places his head on your thighs. Treating your lap as the best pillow.

You sink your hands into his slightly graying hair and with slow movements begin to massage his scalp. By doing so, you provoke a pleasant purrs from your man. Yuanwu can feel how tense veins on his forehead slowly begin to relax and throbbing gradualy fades away.

Man closes his eyes, completely uninterested with news that you've started to watch since you became married. He slowly drifts off into the land of sleep. But it doesn't really weaken his senses. As soon as he feels your movements begin to slacken, he immediately starts squirming and raising his head slightly in search of your touch. He doesn't stop growling till you return to work. He can't sleep without this lulling stroking.

When his transformation is incomplete:

Some full moons are more challenging than the others. Yuanwu doesn't always manage to get rid of all his accumulated emotions. His hormones run wild. And he is just too pent up.

And this has some side effects…

After full moons like these, it's difficult for him to fully transform back. To return to “normality”. Previous transformation leaves traces behind.

Whether in the form of a fluffy tail or pointy ears.

This sight always fascinates you.

It makes you laugh when his ears perk up and turn towards the side from which an interesting sound comes. A squirrel? Mailman? Or perhaps a threat? Yuanwu definitely needs to check it out…

He makes you go soft, when he starts to wag his tail at the sight of you, without ever knowing. Or when you say something nice to him. Compliment him. Praise him for doing well. He is so proud of himself at that time! And when you show him affection? Start stroking his back or scratching behind his ears? Besides the view, there is also a loud sound of bumping against the furniture. You almost begin to fear that he will bruise his tail…

You feel playful while touching his ears. Watching his reactions… At first he is surprised. His body flinches, as if an electric shock is passing through him. He looks at you. Slightly offended with betrayal. He wants to stop you. Scold you. Order you to never do such a thing again. However, before he manages to react, it's already too late. Yuanwu melts away, and you notice how he gazes at you aroused…

When he loses control:

Sometimes full moon leaves behind other side effects. Sometimes Yuanwu has his “moods.” He acts totally out of character. He turns from a true gentleman to… a beast. He starts talk back, looks for a fight. He feels like going for someone's throat.

He has some crumbs of common sense in him and knows that he is no longer a kid. Therefore he shouldn't behave like this. That's why on such days he stays at home and doesn't show himself to the public. But it doesn't change the fact that at home there is still you. Even if you spend half your time at work, eventually moment of confrontation needs to come.

Yuanwu starts to be sarcastic, adds snarky comments to each of your actions. Bored, you try to ingorge him until he gets tired. However, this rarely works. And ignored Yuanwu gets even more annoyed. Even if, he acts mean towards you his inner wolf still craves for your attention.

He starts nudging you, pulling at your sleeve, raising his voice. He whines for you to notice him. When he gets too loud and almost spills your tea, or starts accidentally destroying your papers, you can't stand it. You make a sudden move changing your positions. You pull his jaw down and expose his neck. In a confident motion, you sink your teeth into his neck. You don't let go until he calms down. Although you are not a wolf, you know that you need to assert your position. Show dominance. Even though you're aware that Yuawnu doesn't mean it, you can't let him behave this way.

That's why you don't let go even when he tries to break free from your grasp. It's only when he starts whimpering again. But this time not with pride, but rather in defeat. That's when you let him go. Checking the state of his skin in the meantime.

Yuanwu, like a startled puppy, curls up tighter and starts cuddling into you while whining softly. He tries to please you, to humor you, take you by the pity. He feels that you are the one with power, control. That you are the strong one here, that you are the one who can defend him. Therefore, he begins to seek out for your care and favor. And he knows it won't be easy after the way he just acted. How could he? Stupid Yuanwu. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You can't stand up to the alpha...

Wounds:

You're not the only one who can bite.

Yuanwu's fangs are made for that. And they can do quite a bit of harm even if they are not fully grown.

Sometimes when he is busy with something and you touch him by surprise, he bites. Without even realizing it. As in a defensive reaction. You don't mind it, but he blames himself a lot. He makes that sad puppy face, whimpers and slowly moves towards you. Yuanwu doesn't want to spook you. Even though you are not afraid of him at all, he still treats you like a wounded animal. Though in reality, his predatory side actually makes you melt. At times like this, he gives vibe of a hyperactive puppy who does something foolish while playing around and then tucks his tail, fearing his master.

He starts licking your wound vigorously. Collecting droplets of blood along the way. His sharp teeth always pierce your skin to the point of redness, which awfully annoys him. He didn't mean to hurt you. But he tries to fix it. He doesn't stop until he's fully proud of the work he's done, and until you repeat to him for the tenth time in a row that yes, really, nothing hurts you anymore.

Similar treatment also takes place in other circumstances. When you accidentally injure yourself and Yuanwu senses this, he immediately rushes to your side. He orders you to remove your shirt or expose your hand. After this words, you already know that you are about to feel that tickling sensation of his tongue. Yuanwu insists that his saliva has disinfecting and soothing effect and that he won't leave you in this state.

When he wants to be a perfect husband:

Yuanwu rarely gets back from work earlier than you, nor does he often take on time off. He refuses to goes on any unless you order him to do so.

However, when he does manage to come home earlier, he tries his best to play the role of ideal husband and prepares to pamper you. As a way of returning the favor. He wants to take care of you, just as you take care of him.

He refreshes himself, changes into something more comfortable and puts on an apron. Which is just a little bit too tight for him… He cleans up the living room, sets up a table, places new flowers in a vase and gets down to cooking. Yuanwu decides to make something simple, but with lots of healthy vegetables.

When you come back home he greets you at the entrance. Waits for you to place a brief kiss on his lips, and seats you down at the table.

Yuanwu places a steaming bowl in front of you. He is wondering if you will enjoy it. He hopes he didn't over-salt it. But at the same time, that his soup isn't too bland. With you he always becomes so clumsy. He gets worried that made some mistake.

He takes a spot next to you and watches as you eat. When you ask about his food Yuanwu assures you that he has eaten enough while preparing the meal.

You start telling him about your day. Complaining about some troublesome customer.

Yuanwu, with a face full of understanding, nods at you and gets up from his chair. He stands behind your back and then grabs your shoulders firmly. Yuanwu starts to massage you slowly, loosening every knots.

While you are groaning in satisfaction, he leans in and starts whispering tender words into your ears. Yuanwu appreciates your efforts. Says you've done a good job. Repeats what a great husband you are. How strong and brave you are.

Working out:

You are not a fan of solutions that require violence. You prefer to handle everything with talking. However, that doesn't mean you can't learn a few moves. Just in case. Especially when your husband owns the most respected gym in whole city.

Although it''s just an excuse... Truth be told, you like to watch your partner in action. How he stays in shape despite his age. How he can still move with lightning speed. How his punches don't lose their power and still leave a loud bang afterwards.

You love to wrestle with him on the mat floor. At the evenings. When no one else is around.

Love to feel his weight on you. To watch drops of sweat trickling down his neck. And enjoy his irritated growls whenever you take control.

Afterwards, you finish it all off with a massage.

Lie down on your stomach, let your husband straddle you. Close your eyes and indulge in pleasure while Yuanwu carefully tries to relax your muscles, afraid of tomorrow's soreness.

When he is jealous:

Sometimes even a calm man with such a long life experience gets carried away by his emotions. His inner wolf takes control. Instincts begin to run wild. And sight of someone else's cherry-colored fingernails on your arm makes him see red. Yuanwu's eyes get coated in a sudden glow. His irises take a predatory shapes and start to shine in intense yellow tones.

Yuanwu spares no time when it comes to reacting. After giving a brief apology to his company, he leaves them alone and confidently heads in your direction. While doing so he isn't hot-headed, he does it with grace and majesty.

He puts his arm around you and as if by accident throws off an unwanted hand. Yuanwu gives an amused smile, almost taken by pity towards your pursuer. He introduces himself with that over-sweetened, yet naturally warm voice of his. He pretends to be surprised and with faked curiosity questions who this new companion of his husband is.

However, when she starts to introduce herself slightly confused, Yuanwu focuses his attention only on his glass, that he holds in his other hand. Unfazed by woman's titles, as if deaf to her words, he slowly stirs his champagne in a circular motion. When your admirer finally finishes, Yuanwu puts his mask back on and smiles charmingly in woman's direction. Asking politely if she won't mind if he takes his husband to the dance floor.

Without waiting for an answer, he sips down rest of his drink and hands it to the confused woman. Before you can even say goodbye, you feel yourself being pulled in the opposite direction.

Yuanwu definitely needs to cover up that sickening smell left on your body. And show who you really belong to.

Nesting:

He likes to mark his territory. To leave his scent on you. He doesn't leave visible marks, he doesn't have that audacity. He's also too old for such a puppy play. But that something inside tells him to show others what belongs to him. So he chooses the least drastic way, just to satisfy his instinct.

Situation at home, however, is quite different. Here he wants to feel safe. And for that he needs the proximity of his pack.

He needs you. Your presence.

He has sensitive senses, feels all smells much more strongly. So he gets easily irritated by what's foreign.

He wants you. Only you.

So he surrounds himself with your clothes.

At first it seems that he is cleaning. In the end, he always takes over these duties at home. He collects your clothes scattered around the house. Some of them he throws into the laundry basket, some he begins to fold with great care. But at some point he makes a mistake. He takes a heavier breath and accidentally inhales your scent. Flushes appear on his face, and his head begins to spin. He slowly slides down on his bended knees.

A thought forms in his head. Everything else loses its importance.

He gathers a pile of clothes into his arms. As many as he can carry. He hurriedly heads to your bedroom. With force, throws his trophies onto a bed.

From your shirts, pants and sweatshirts he begins to compose a phenomenal collage. He pays great attention to each item, arranging the most comfortable bedding as possible.

After a good 20 minutes, he smiles proudly and lays down in the very middle. Covering himself with the nicest sweaters. Yuanwu closes his eyes and, inhaling the remains of your scent, tries to imagine that you are the one cuddling him.

Watching sports together:

When season of boxing fights begins, you always arrange movie nights together. You sit down in front of your crappy tv. While you keep an eye on a remote, Yuanwu prepares snacks for you. Although he is very organized on a daily basis and makes sure you both stay fit, this particular season is special. Healthy eating gets set aside, no time for it. You two focus only on games. Accompanied only by bowls of chips and mugs of steaming… Trine Tea.

You choose your favorites, analyze their fighting styles and bet about who will win. You argue over who is better. Bickering like some old married couple. Whoever succeeds in betting can brag about it for another week after season ends.

Despite the enthusiasm and adrenaline that accompanies you at every game, exhaustion eventually takes its toll. As midnight strikes a sleepy Yuanwu rests his head on your shoulder, gently squinting his eyes from time to time. When you sense him drifting off you scratch him behind the ear, at which he smiles dreamingly.

Previously: Bittberry Tea

[strangelysamantha]

wasted ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: infidelity, swearing, alcohol.

words: 1,093.

summary: “you were supposed to be my soulmate, but you threw it all away so you could screw some girl?” in which jj makes a grave mistake cheating on you.

request? no.

a/n: i have so many good ideas deep in my drafts. im about to blow up your feed mwahahahha.

my masterlist

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you desperately needed air, the smell of liquor, cigarettes, and blaring music completely overwhelmed your senses, you couldn't find jj which didn't help at all. all you wanted to do was settle into bed, but instead you were trapped at a house party. you were getting tired of the partying, every time the night was close to coming to an end, jj would find something to get worked up about. he would be screaming at you about drama that had sparked. it was exhausting that jj always had a problem, whether it was because you had accepted a drink from a guy, or was dancing to close to someone you didn't even care about. you tried multiple doors, trying to find a quiet place, however all of them were locked.

of course, the one that wasn't locked was occupied. you swing the door open, seeing two bodies entangled together, sweaty and moaning. you were going to shut it when you noticed it was jj in bed. his blonde hair messy as small groans fell from his mouth. "what the actual fuck jj?" you yelled, holding back your tears. as if the night couldn't have gotten any worse, of course jj had found a dumb tourist to feed his needs. before the party, you mentioned to jj that you weren't feeling it, he was upset by this. he made it a big issue before ultimately storming off. you weren't going to go; you told him as much. but seeing how angry he got; you felt obligated to make an appearance.

now regretting even leaving the house, you watch jj scramble to put his clothes back on. the entire show being sickening to see. you decided you didn't even want to hear his excuses. maybe he got too drunk, maybe he wanted revenge, maybe he was just done. you rush downstairs, running into kiara. she apologizes before realizing its you. "hey is everything okay?" you laugh, the whole situation seeming so unreal its funny. "just walked in on jj plowing a tourist. i'm getting out of here." her mouth flies open, "what?" she follows after you, worried to leave you alone. she hops into your car, and the two of you drive to her house, assuming jj would go to yours to try and salvage the relationship.

in kiaras room you lay down on her bed, your body becoming numb. "i mean. i got with jj maybank. did i really think i'd be that special?" you sigh. kiara frowns at your words. "it's not your fault. that is so unfair to you, he knows better than that." you glance down at your phone, seeing a bunch of missed calls and texts from him. "im just mad because i know i'll lose all my friends too." kiara rubs your arm, "you still have me." you smile softly, "thank you, i don't know what i'd be doing without you." your comment was cut off by kiaras phone. "it's jj, should i answer?" you shrug, "might as well. put it on speaker." she pressed accept, immediately putting jj on speaker. "i fucked up kie, i don't know what to do." she wanted to act oblivious to see how jj would explain the situation. "what happened jj?" he mentions you, "we had a big fight before the party. i drowned my frustration with booze. i met a tourist and it was so easy. i let my guard down." kiaras face forms with disgust by his words. she doesn't respond, letting him continue. "she walked in on me fucking someone else. she'll hate me. she'll want nothing to do with me kie, what do i do?" kiara hums, "well you cheated jj." her words stung him, "there is nothing you can do. if she's done with you after this, you'll just have to accept it."

"i have to see her. do you know where she went?" kiara sighs, "no, i haven't seen her. i'm back at mine now, about to go to bed." jj groans, "alright, thanks." he immediately hangs up and kiara scoffs. "please tell me you don't plan on getting back with him." you shake your head. "i can't." she nods understandingly. "besides the fact he literally cheated; all we do is fight anyway. it's too exhausting."

"well i'm here for you, anything you need." you smile, thankful you'd still have a friend after this. "i'm going to head back home, if i run into him i'm going to end it. otherwise i'm going to bed." kiara ushers a goodnight softly, "make it home safe. and keep me updated."

you gently shut her door, heading downstairs. you get into your car, starting it up and driving back home. jj calls you again on your drive home, you reluctantly answer. you stay silent. "can we please talk?" he questions. "im just now on my way home. im too tired jj." he sighs, "im already at your house." you mouth forms into a line, annoyance running through your veins. "alright." you hang up, pulling into your driveway, you noticed him sitting at the end of the driveway. you hop out of your car walking up to him.

he quickly stands up. "look i'm so sorry. i can't even put into words how bad i feel." you scoff, "i don't really care anymore jj." he takes a deep breath, "please it was a huge mistake." you look over, "that's the problem jj. we had a fight, and you lashed out. i don't want to worry about what you'll do if i upset you. if you'll retaliate by sleeping with someone else, or if you'll fight someone, or whatever you'll do just because were on the rocks." he shakes his head, "it won't be like that, i don't want that to be our relationship-" you are quick to cut him off, "there is no more relationship jj." his heart sinks, "no please, we can work this out." you sigh, tears dropping from your eyes. "you were supposed to be my soulmate, but you threw it all away so you could screw some girl?" he was extremely apologetic, "i was drunk, and angry, and i wasn't thinking. i didn't want to hurt you. i regret it so bad. im really sorry." you quickly wipe your tears, "all i see when i look at you is seeing you in bed with that stranger. and that makes me sick. i can't look at you the same jj. we are done." before he can respond you turn away, walking into your house, locking the door behind you.

[sommerbueckers]

HIHI ITS 🤍 I LOVED THE LAST ONE SHOT YOU WROTE FOR MY REQUEST SO IM BEING GREEDY AND SENDING ANOTHER⁉️

so basically it’s fluff with paige finding out her gf/flirty friend?? doesn’t know how to drive/isn’t good at it and teaching her🤭🤭 just imagine paige teases her about her bad parking, hand on her thigh the whole time she tries to focus on driving, praising her when she’s doing good

need this woman SO BAD

Did y'all miss me??

HI BABY, so glad you loved the last one and I hope this one meets ur standardsssss

Paige sighed as she pulled into a gas station and parked the car. It was mostly deserted with the exception of a family that was taking their leave.

"I'll pump and you grab snacks?" she quirked a brow at you and was met with a nod.

The two of you were four hours into your adventitious road trip and you could tell Paige was getting tired. You had encouraged her to get as much rest as possible so that she'd have enough energy to make the full drive, it's not because you didn't want to drive, but because you didn't know how.

You had never learned to drive simply because you never needed to. Throughout high school you had taken the bus to and from school, your friends and parents drove you to every public event, and you never went anywhere you didn't feel absolutely inclined to. So learning to drive was never something that crossed your mind.

But sitting in the passenger seat of Paige's car with her barely able to keep her eyes open, it was the only thing on your mind.

You grabbed two Redbulls from the refrigerator section and a couple random snacks before making your way to the register. Pulling out your wallet you said, "Can I put twenty-five on pump four?"

...

"You get me Tru Fru?" Paige perked up when she noticed you approaching the car.

"Duh, a Redbull too, can't have you fallin' asleep behind the wheel," you snorted, hoping she got the message.

"About that," the blonde started, leaning in through the driver side window, "I was thinking you could take over for a little."

"Take over what?"

"Driving, what else?" she laughed.

"How am I gonna watch my show if I'm driving?"

"C'mon ma, just for a little. I just need a break."

"I told you to go to sleep last night but you wanted to watch another episode, now you have to pay the price."

"Bro," she groaned, resting her forehead on her forearms. "It's not like you were against watching another episode, you wanted to see the recoupling just as much as I did."

"Wait we need to talk about that for a moment, because that shit was crazy."

"Nah for real though! I love Mackenzie 'n' all but choosin' her over Courtney was fuckin' crazy."

"Yeah, yeah and-"

"No, stop," Paige interrupted, "you're trying to distract me from the conversation."

You sighed in defeat, "It was working for a moment," you mumbled.

"Please peach, just drive. Drive for a little and then we can switch back," she pleaded.

"Paige I can't..."

"Why not?"

"Because I-" you sighed and rubbed your hands over your face, "I can't drive."

"What do you mean?"

She was met with silence as you shook your head and leaned back, embarrassed to admit it out loud.

"Look I get that you don't want to but I don't want to drive another-"

"No, Paige I literally can't drive. Like I never learned how."

"Huh? You're jus' lyin' so you don't have to drive," she frowned.

"Dude why do you think I never drive to your house?"

"'Cus you don't have a car."

"And why do you think that is? 'Cus I can't fuckin' drive."

Paige stared silently at you, her eyes wide with shock as she processed the information. She bit the inside of her cheek and tapped her fingers against the door. When the pump popped out of the socket, she placed it back into the hold and got into the car.

She didn't start it back up, just stared at you with a teasing smile.

"You really never learned how to drive?" she asked.

"Never."

"You never wanted to learn?"

"I never needed to."

"So how did you get everywhere?"

"The same way I do now. Ubers, busses, my friends."

Paige shook her head, "I can't believe this, we gotta do somethin' about this."

...

"What is this?" you frowned, pausing your Netflix show and looking through the windshield.

"This is my course."

"Your what?"

"My driving course, where you're gonna learn how to drive," Paige said.

"Paige what? No, what're you doing?"

Paige parked the car and unbuckled her seatbelt, not answering your question as she stepped out and walked over to your side.

"Either you can get out this car willingly or I can get you out myself. You pick."

You looked up at her with pleading eyes, begging her not to make you do this. But she didn't seem to care, leaning patiently against the car door as she waited for you to get out.

"Ugh, fuck."

...

"Alright adjust your mirrors, make sure you can see your surroundings," Paige instructed.

"Oh my god, look at my eyebrows!" you frowned, running your finger across all the little hairs surrounding them.

"Focus!" Paige exclaimed, thumping your head. "Now put the car in drive."

"It won't move," you roughly tried yanking the gear stick back but it wouldn't budge. "Maybe this is a sign that we shouldn't be doing this."

"Shut that shit up," Paige snorted, "put your foot on the break and then change gears."

Once you switched the gears and let your foot off the break, the car began to move on its own. In a panic, you slammed your foot back down, jerking the car forward.

"Shit! I wasn't even pressing the gas," you frowned at the blonde.

"Yeah the car moves by itself," Paige suppressed a laugh as she nodded at you. "Just relax," she breathed out, gently rubbing her hand up and down your thigh. "You don't gotta be scared, i'm right here."

You nodded your head and gave her a smile, turning your attention back to the empty parking lot in front of you. With a deep breath, you finally eased your foot off the break.

...

"Go up more...little more. Good girl," Paige gave your thigh a light squeeze as she praised you.

You could feel your cheeks heat up at her words and you did your best to focus on driving.

"Alright now put the car in reverse and turn the wheel that way as you back up," the blonde said.

"Can't believe I'm fuckn' doing this," you breathed out through a laugh.

Paige smiled, "Doin' great baby."

Paige's hand inched higher and higher the more you backed the car into the lines. As her hand crept toward the inside of your thigh, you panically -- for the second time -- slammed your foot on the break.

"What just happened?" she asked when you parked the car.

"I got nervous," you shrugged innocently.

Paige smirked knowingly at you before unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car to check your job. Her eyebrows shot to her hairline and she tilted her head, chuckling to herself.

"I don't think I've ever seen worse," she said once back in the car.

"Stop. Was it really that bad?"

"No, no," she smiled, taking your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles, "You just need a lil practice, that's all."

"You sure? Don't lie to make me feel good," you said.

"I'm not lying."

"Okay."

A beat of silence passed before Paige spoke again.

"I have seen Drew do better though..."

"Paige!"

...

"You're not being a very good student right now," Paige whispered, using her thumb to drag your bottom lip down.

"I'm only as good as you make me," you smirked.

You softly pressed your lips against hers, smiling when you felt her hand travel to the back of your neck and hold you close.

"You're so pretty," she caressed your cheek with her other hand, "and smart...even though you can't drive."

"You are such a dick," you playfully slapped her arm, pulling away and sitting back in your seat.

She shrugged to herself and opened her bag of Tru Fru, tossing a few pieces of the chocolate into her mouth. "Next lesson."

...

"Alright so this is an intersection," Paige explained, "it's packed."

You stared blankly out at the empty parking lot, furrowing your eyebrows and then side-eyeing her.

"Art of imagination," she patted your thigh. "Now the car on the left of you was here when you got here, but the car on your right got here at the same time as you, do you know what to do?"

"The car on my left goes first," you answer.

"Right, but what about the other car? Who gets to go first?"

"Whoever presses the gas harder," you snort, only to be met with Paige's unimpressed expression. "Fine. Uh...don't they go first? I have to yield to cars on my right."

"Bro you got it!" Paige smiled.

You clapped briefly, shyly shrugging your shoulders as you looked up at her. "I think I deserve a kiss."

"Oh do you?"

"Mhm...et lite kyss," you mumbled.

"Fuck that's so sexy, say somethin' else," Paige said.

"Kom hit," you gestured for her to come here with your finger, connecting your lips in a slow kiss.

"Hmm," she hummed against your lips, "you ready to go?"

You nodded your head, "Please. Do I have to drive?"

"No, not gonna make you do that."

"Good, 'cus if you did, there'd be no kisses for you tonight."

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I'm ashamed to admit that I am in fact a lazy son of a bitch...sorry

[darkst4lker]

taste. // thranduil

thranduil oropherion x fem!reader

plot: two weeks and a half ago, thranduil and (y/n) had a messy break up. now, he appears at your friend arwen's birthday party with his ex girlfriend by his side and you decide that if he wants to play that game, you would play it too.

tw: (mdni) modern!au, it's mainly lovers to enemies to lovers but there will be mentions of smut, angst, thranduil behaves like an asshole, misogyny, use of drugs and and alcohol, good ending (?, i changed a lot of things from the lore!!, everyone is like 20-27 here but legolas wasn't even born yet here. YES there's a moment where starts playing lover you should've come over by jeff buckley!!. low caps on purpose.

notes: english is NOT my first language. i'm sorry if there's any mistake. also this is the first time i publish something i write here!!

“(y/n)” tauriel spoke. you and her were helping arwen to decorate her house for her birthday party that same night, yet you were visibly sad for your break up with thranduil. “(y/n), are you okay?”

you weren't okay.

it was the middle of winter. arwen's living room was one of the most comfortables and warm places on earth, in fact all of her house was like that. it was one of the places where you felt more safe than anywhere in the world but today her house felt deadly cold to you.

maybe the problem wasn't arwen's home itself but the fact that your soul was freezing since the day thranduil's deadly words stabbed your heart like a poisoned knife.

“i don't love you anymore, (y/n).”

fucker. you had spent two years together.

in fact, you and thranduil never fought, never argued, never insulted each other while you were together. yet, the day he left you like that, completely out of the blue, you insulted him so much he probably thought that all his family line would be cursed forever.

he said horrible things too, it wasn't just you. but you may had gone too far when you threw an antique vase that belonged to his family for years through the window of his apartment.

in your defense, he was the last person you thought that would leave you.

of course arwen's house felt cold, the whole world felt cold actually. how could anything feel good in this earth when you weren't in thranduil's arms?

you took a deep breath.

it took you a moment to answer to tauriel's question because the vestiges of the last discussion you had with thranduil were fresh in your mind like if it had happened a second ago. you tried to dismiss the storm of memories flooding your mind and you looked at tauriel.

“yeah, im sorry i went blank for a minute.” you answered while hanging up some balloons in the wall. you tried to fake a smile but your tired eyes revealed your sorrows.

“that's it. im tired of seeing her like this, im going to kill him” aragorn said, leaving his spot next to arwen in the kitchen where they were preparing all the food for the party to get his coat, but arwen stopped him right away.

“stop, you're not helping her. we need to stay here by her side.” arwen came out of the kitchen, after aragorn. her calm voice sent chills down your spine.

aragorn crossed his arms and left his coat alone while he sat in a chair facing you.

you sat on the sofa and arwen sat besides you. the decorations were ready and now you didn't had anything else to distract you from the heartbreak im your chest.

“everything is going to be okay, sweetie. i'm sorry you'll have to see him tonight, bard insisted a lot for me to invite him.” arwen words comforted you and then she hugged you softly. aragorn looked annoyed while he leant against the wall and tauriel stood beside him. “sooner or later he will realize what he's missing.”

“better be sooner because i can't believe he hurted (y/n) like this when a month ago he was talking about fucking marrying her.” aragorn said clearly angry. “i know he's my friend and all but... i can't believe that he really did that.”

“well love can be like that sometimes, i guess.” you answered, trying to keep yourself together. “it comes and it goes.”

“yeah right, but is never just like that (y/n).” tauriel voice was calm but she did seem irritated. “i don't understand why on earth he would do that. it doesn't even makes sense.”

“it doesn't matter if it makes sense or not, guys.” you were clearly about to cry but you held it. “what is done is done and we can't go back in time, and neither can thranduil. i will survive this shit.” everyone tried to smile at you while you spoke but you didn't sounded as convinced as you wanted.

yet, you were true. you couldn't go back in time and in fact, the hours passed swiftly and now the night welcomed the birthday party everyone was waiting for.

you got showered and prepared directly in arwen's home. you had brought your outfit and now your body was inside a stunning and tight scarlet dress.

the black heels that you were in made your outfit more mysterious and in your neck there was a lovely silver necklace with a ruby pendant that arwen had let you borrow for the night.

with a little bit of perfume and red lipstick on, you left arwen's room and joined tauriel's side on the party. there wasn't much people yet, a couple university friends from years ago, the boy tauriel always spoke about: kili and his brother fili, gimli, aragorn of course and like five more people.

it wasn't full yet but arwen's home was quite big so the amount of people wasn't going to be a problem.

thranduil by the other hand, he surely was going to be one.

tauriel and you talked for a while, spending time together before she went to dance with her almost-boyfriend, kili.

you really liked kili for your friend, he seemed like a sweet guy. you really hoped they would end up being together and you wished in the deepest places of your heart that he didn't ended up breaking your friend heart.

like certain person did to you.

you drank a little from the bottle of wine aragorn gave you before rushing to dance with arwen and more people started to appear.

the fear of seeing thranduil that night was disappearing by every sip you gave to the wine and soon you even thought that maybe he wasn't even going to come.

a couple hours later, the house was full of people everywhere, it was 11pm, the party had just started hours ago and when you thought you were free from certain blonde, you saw probably the worst thing you could see with alcohol in your system.

thranduil entered the party with a beautiful blonde girl by his side. they both had their hands enterwined and the girl was giggling while they talked. you instantly felt a rush of rage invade your whole body to the point you believed that your brain was on the verge of exploding.

thranduil had a formal black shirt, leaving two buttons unbottoned and revealing his neck, a little sigh escaped from your lips at the heavenlt sight.

and there it was her.

she looked like a goddes pulled out from a fairytale, making your insecurities corrode your guts like a sickness. the tears threatened to fall off your eyes as you watched their entrance from the another side of the room, and the worst was that you recognized her from old pictures thranduil had in his house. that was his ex girlfriend, now actual (you supposed).

when you thought the horror was over, thranduil looked at you from the distance like if he had some kind of radar attached to him that warned him about everytime you looked at his direction.

his ocean blue eyes met yours. it felt like a boat crashing in the middle of a sea infested with mermaids.

his stare was as intoxicating and addictive as always were. the feelings accumulated in your throat like stones and you got scared for a moment before breaking eye contact with him. it lasted just a second, but it felt like a lifetime passed while your eyes met his.

then you quickly took a sip of your bottle of wine, trying to not give him the pleasure of seeing you rush to the bathroom to cry. for what it felt like hours, you had to see him dance with his new girl and you imagined that you were the one dancing with him, kissing him, touching him.

it was unbelieveable. he literally had replaced you.

how could he? why would he?

those questions pierced your heart like swords, like his words did days ago.

“it was just a pause, a distraction. i needed someone to heal what my past relatonship had broken in me and i already did. you served me well and i will always be grateful.”

you 'served him well'? really? what the fuck does he thinks he is? a king?

his words had melted in your ears like a rotten peach. the sweetness of his low voice mixed with a hint of gall flooding every sentence he said.

you understood now what he meant when he said he healed.

by the other hand, thranduil was breathing heavily.

his hands were on his new girlfriend's waist and sometimes he planted soft kisses on her face. yet, he couldn't fully enjoy anything of it. thranduil regretted all his actions, and much more, how he couldn't save your relationship.

he felt like an idiot. all of his thoughts were on you, every kiss he gave her, every look, every loving gesture, he desired it all went to you instead.

thranduil was deeply conflicted, though. even if he knew how wrong he were when you two broke up, he also was quite offended with the things you said.

it felt like a torture, probably the most horrible one on earth and the weight of his actions were killing him more slowly that he would ever wanted to.

thranduil didn't told you his real motives for leaving you, he thought it would only make it worse for both of you. but after leaving, all of his actions felt meaningless now that he didn't had you.

he was proud, and stubborn though. and watching how you left your seat in wich you were obviously staring at him to sit next to bard made his heart ache terribly.

in your mind, bard seemed like an obvious solution: he was hot, he was your friend and long before you started going out with thranduil he and you had spent a couple of nights together. bard obviously recieved your presence with open arms.

"(y/n), sweetheart." bard calm voice welcomed you as you approached the couch where he was drinking a beer. you noticed he had a blunt on the other hand. "you look beautiful as always."

"hi, bard. long time no-see" you took the seat next to him, everyone were dancing and the fact that he was also a very close friend of thranduil made the whole idea of making out with him so much better.

there was a brief moment of silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. the music was peaceful now, tempting every couple to slow dance.

"do yo want some?" he offered you the pot, and you took it while nodding.

as you smoke, bard looks at you with his classic lovely and reassuring smile, only this time he seemed quite drunk and clearly high.

you were a little drunk yourself too.

"i think i needed that, thank you." you give him back the blunt, and he leaves it in the ashtray. after, he looks at you with curiousity.

"are you-" he started to say but you interrupt him.

"yes i am in fact okay, thank you for asking though." the question had you completely exhausted. you rolled your eyes and stared at him right at his, starting to feel the mix of pot and the alcohol making you a little dizzy. "i came to see if we could make out for a while, i don't care if it's your fault he is here, i don't care about him, i don't care about anything. please, help me forget everything for a second like in the old times. please." your voice sounded a little desperate but the truth it was that you were.

the pain in your heart was begging and pleading to be released, to be cured even if it was for a brief moment. it felt like a bomb ticking on your chest that could explode at any moment and bard seemed to notice it.

a soft smile appeared on his face as he spoke. "you do seem to care, sweetie." the nickname made your heart ache a little, all his nicknames did. thranduil used to call you loving names all the time but the last time you two spoke he called you plainly by your name.

you asked yourself if he also was calling her those sweet names too.

your mouth opened to answer bard but the words didn't came out as the heart ache was ripping apart your body from the insides. bard saw your change of expression, knowing you needed help to get the words out of your chest. you did care after all.

bard puffed, trying not to sound melancholic and grabbed your hand softly. “im sorry, love. i know why you're asking me this and you can be sure i understand it, but thranduil made me promise i wouldn't touch you and i don't want to be in the middle of this break up.” as always, he was a pacifist. bard put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you into a hug. your sight started to get blurry from tears. “it will pass.”

his words echoed in your mind calming every part of you like a balm.

“it will pass.”

you spent what it felt like hours in bard's arms, cying silently. he held you, proving that even if he was thranduil's friend, he was still your friend also. it was a beautiful gesture, and made your soul heal for a while.

yet, an specific sentence of his words lingered in your mind leaving a poison trail on your thoughts: “thranduil made me promise i wouldn't touch you.” why on earth thranduil would care if you fucked bard? what was his problem?

after a moment, you broke the hug and faced bard a little bit ashamed by the way you tried to approach him at first and how you broke down instantly at him reading your feelings like a book. after wiping your tears, you looked at him. your face was swollen from crying but your expression tried to remain calm.

“im sorry i tried to-...” you started, but he cutted you off.

“it doesn't matter, love. it's okay.” bard said, giving you a reassuring stroke on your hand.

a sigh escaped from your lips and then you felt hungry, as you hadn't eat anything in the whole night.

“i will go to the kitchen to get something to eat, i'll be back in a sec.” your voice was trembling at every word but bard smiled at you and nodded, giving you a soft pat on the head before you stood up.

he surely knew how to treat a heartbroken person.

the way to the kitchen was silent, at least for you. the music was still loud but your head was even louder.

your hands placed themselves on the refrigerator door and the familiar soft cold wind welcomed you.

arwen never cared if you took food from her fridge, so you guessed that she probably wouldn't mind if you took an apple. then you closed it, not wanting to be tempted to eat something more and empty the whole refrigerator, leaving your friend having to buy more things tomorrow.

as you ate the apple you remembered how thranduil had cooked you an apple cake one time. it was probably one of the few times he ever baked anything sweet yet the cake resulted to be absolutely perfect.

then you cursed yourself, if you wanted to forget why did he keep coming back in every single little thing you did?

it was like every detail of him was craved deeply onto your heart with no intention of leaving you soon and it hurted more than you could stand.

“you must be (y/n)” a sweet voice called you from behind, and when you turned you saw her.

it was probably one of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen. blue eyes, blonde hair and soft lips.

you fully understood why thranduil would ever leave you for her. she was surely beautiful like if she were some kind of angel.

“yes, i am.” the words left your mouth with shyness. she had a smirk on her face, and looked at you while your teeth catched another bite from the apple.

“it's surely nice to meet you.” she answered, but her voice was almost cynical. there was a weird tone of passive aggressiveness behind it but you were probably too high to catch up.

then it became so obvious you couldn't avoid it.

“thran spoke a lot about you.” she continued, getting closer to you. “but i'm sure that he will soon stop.” then she walked some more steps to your direction and you placed the apple on the counter, swallowing hard.

you didn't realized that you probably had a sad look on your face until she spoke again.

“oh, don't put on that face.” she said, chuckling. there was a mocking subtone on her words. “thran will forget you quickly.” her words felt like a sting through your chest. “you surely don't seem as beautiful nor interesting as everyone said, and i will clearly erase you from his heart.”

you were about to answer, but then you saw thranduil appear behind her like if he were searching for her, and it was too much for you to handle. it was too humilliating to see him watching how his girlfriend completely destroyed you.

your steps were fast as you left the kitchen clearly at the verge of tears. the bathroom was the first door you saw as you almost ran out of the room.

the door felt heavy against your hands but it was nothing you couldn't handle. the first instinct you had was sit on the floor, knees against your chest and finally letting it all out.

you didn't cared if anyone heard you. the heartbreak was a weight in your chest that you needed to purge the fastest way possible, even if thranduil mocked you with his girlfriend outside, even of everyone only felt pity for you, even if the world ended tomorrow.

the pain needed to come out.

and as you finally gave yourself permission to cry, the bathroom door started to open.

you almost didn't noticed, as the sounds were minimum but what you did noticed was the cologne thranduil always wore.

your stare didn't raised to face him, and he closed the door.

“what on earth are you doing?” his voice sounded like a dagger through your heart, and then you looked at him from the ground.

“i didn't asked you to come here.” your answer was harsh. “you're clearly having a lot of fun with all of this.”

“i don't care about what you think, (y/n).” you felt like your name was cursed on his lips. thranduil's voice was serious. “i asked you a question.”

you got angry instantly. how dared he to even ask something like that?

as you stood up to face him properly, your face swollen from tears and by looking him in the eyes you noticed he was probably high too. yet the weed nor the alcohol were clouding his senses that much.

his eyes were like an ocean, and you were drowning in it. quickly and deeply.

“i don't know what on earth do you want me to answer. i literally don't know.” you said, clearly irritated with his attitude and your voice trembling with fury. “what the fuck do you want me to say?”

“don't talk to me like that” he answered harshly. memories of your last fight came to you like a storm. “i asked you why are you crying in the bathroom like a pathetic little girl” thranduil said. “you were clearly capable of defending yourself two weeks ago”

instantly, you understood he was talking about the fight.

“and you were the same imbecile you're being now.” the answered came from your lips almost drowning you in venom and thranduil's expression became more cold than before if that was even possible. “it didn't occur to you, that maybe and just maybe, i don't want to fight for a man like you in the middle of my friend birthday party?”

“a man like me?” he sounded almost offended, and took a step closer to you, his head over yours and his serious eyes looking down at you. “you were dying for a man like me not even a month ago”

and you were still dying for him.

as thranduil was much taller than you, after the break up you discovered that arguing with him was one of the most intimidating things you'd ever done.

yet you faced him with bravery, not letting him ruin the last pieces you had from your broken heart.

“well i don't want to anymore.” you said and he got more closer, his chest almost touching yours.

“and what kind of man do you want then? you want a man like bard?” thranduil asked and he sounded annoyed, his face was stoic but the subtone of his words betrayed his feelings.

he sounded jealous, and he clearly was.

“and what is your problem if i do?” you bited back, pushing his buttons. “maybe he'll treat me way much better than you, in fact, i'm pretty sure he wouldn't replace or use me « to heal » in the first place.” you avoided his eyes while you spoke, not wanting your look to give away the fact that you didn't wanted to be with anyone else than thranduil.

thranduil let out an irritated puff, then his hand went straight to your face, grabbing it tightly, forcing you to look at him.

“then go date him, (y/n).” he said, his voice becoming rough. “that's really what you want?” thranduil asked.

you didn't answered, as you became nervous. yet your hands went to his chest, trying to push him out but it was useless.

thranduil was visibly angry and an irritated chuckle left his lips.

“but i don't think you want that, do you love?” he said, not really expecting you to say anything, cause he already knew the answer. “actually, if i remember correctly, less than a month ago you were in my bed whimpering for me.”

thranduil calling you « love » again made your heart skip a beat as the rest of his words burned your skin like a wildfire.

“why are you throwing a tantrum, thranduil?” you asked, annoyed. he was completely delusional if he thought you wouldn't fire back. “isn't your new girlfriend enough for you that you have to come looking for me like a little puppy?” every word you said felt like if you were digging your own grave, but you didn't cared at all. thranduil's grip on your face became harder.

the next thing that happened was probably the last thing you expected.

thranduil kissed you fiercely, like a unleashed beast. it was agressive, but you played along.

it was like drinking from an oasis in the middle of the dessert, and you answered him with the same obsessive hunger. you broke the kiss briefly to push him almost violently against the bathroom door, and then you were the one to attack his mouth to shut him up before he could say anything.

a slow song started to sound loudly in the house, making the contact more passionate.

« maybe i'm too young, to keep good love from going wrong »

thranduil went from kissing you like an animal to kiss you tenderly, his hand releasing your face to caress your head. he subtely guided you to the floor, where he sat with his back against the door and you placed yourself in his lap, straddling him.

minutes passed, his lips tasted like if you were drinking napalm making your loins burn, and your blood rushed quickly to your cheeks. both of his hands placed themselves on your hips, pulling you closer as his tongue asked you permission to enter your mouth.

« so 'll wait for you, love, and I'll burn. will I ever see your sweet return? »

you open your mouth and let him do as he please, and thranduil takes the opportunity, introducing his tongue. then, the kiss abandoned its sweet nature to become an agressive fight between the both of you, again. your hands move to his hair, making it messy.

thranduil wastes no time and one of his hands moves to your neck, making a little bit of pressure, while kissing you.

the kiss is broken up by the need to take a little bit of air, and you both look at eachother in the eyes, his hand not leaving its place.

« it's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter »

“i hate you” you say agitated, your lips swollen from the past interaction.

he chuckled, breathing heavily. “i hate you too.”

« it's never over, she is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever »

and then he pulled you to kiss you again, roughly. his left hand went under your dress, caressing your thigh and the other made presure on your neck and made you sigh in between the kiss. thranduil smiled as you kept kissing eachother hungrily, now moving his hand closer to the sweet spot between your legs.

you made sure to kiss him hard, and bited his lip with delicacy as he moved your underwear to the side, thinking that if you were lucky, his girlfriend would taste you too when she kissed him.

thranduil touched you freely, like he still loved you. you whined against his mouth, and he broke the kiss.

“you still want to go out with bard?” he asked, releasing your neck to make you look at him by grabbing your chin. his other hand was between your legs, playing with you and making you sigh again.

« lover, you should've come over, 'cause it's not too late »

there was a brief silence as you tried to hold yourself together to give him an answer.

“n-no.” you said. “do you love her?” the sudden question came from your lips in an agitated whimper as you looked him in the eyes. for some reason you felt he almost rewarded you by moving his hand faster against you, making you gasp.

“no.” thranduil finally asnwered only for you to kiss him again. you grabbed both sides of his face, and his right hand caressed your hair softly.

and then your little make out session was terribly interrupted by loud and violent knocks on the door. you both stood up quickly, like children being caught doing a mischief.

he made you a sign to keep quiet and spoke.

“yes?” thranduil said, calmly.

“babe, is that you?” you rolled your eyes at the sound of his girlfriend's voice. thranduil noticed and a little mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

“yes, it's me. give me five minutes.” he answered, his voice was too calm for the events that unfolded just moments before.

thranduil then pressed you against the wall, next to the door so the door could cover your presence while he went out. you wondered if his new girlfriend was really that stupid to not notice her, but you quickly thought that if thranduil was doing this he probably believed too that she was indeed stupid.

you admired how he always knew how to manage all the situations, but something in your chest ached when he gave you another kiss before whispering a soft « i love you » and opening the door, leaving you shocked.

he loved you. thranduil really loved you.

“im here, love.” thranduil said to her, covering your presence with the door and showing his girlfriend that no one was in the bathroom with him. at least to her eyes.

“the party is ending, thran. we should go.” she said. oh you loathed her, and a part of you hated thranduil for leaving you for her. you wanted him to say no, to stay with you, but he didn't.

“okay. let's go.” he answered, and exited the bathroom, leaving you alone but forgetting to turn off the light.

you walked to the mirror, saw your messy make up, the frustrated look on your face after being interrupted and your lips subtly swollen from the kisses and you laughed.

you fucking laughed.

you laughed because, no matter what she could say or do to compete with you, you've already won. he didn't loved her, he was yours. and you hoped; no, you knew, that everytime she kissed him, she would have to taste you too.

and to think you didn't intended to fight over him on the first place, but now the game was on.

I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!! it was super hard for me to finish this, and i plan to do a part 2 so stay tuned <3

[cocoreallylovesraiden]

Hi hi hi! Loved ur mk1 sick!reader headcanons, they so silly so cute!

May I request headcanons for hypersomniac!reader? Like they're always tired and sleepy. I mainly wanna see Shang Tsung and Kenshi <3 so feel free to include anyone else you'd like, male or female 🥰

MK1 characters and hypersomniac! reader

(shang tsung, kenshi, kung lao + extra lin kuei trio)

this request was from MARCH um hey... hi... sorry... but im back....requests are open....

Shang Tsung

-He seems like the extremely productive type, so I can’t say I think he’d appreciate someone who is on the more tired side. 

-Will be a gigantic diva whenever you mention it, talking about how ‘he’s been up for thirty hours and hasn’t so much as made a pip!’ 

-Would make all sorts of alarming potions and elixirs to prevent you from feeling drowsy- for the most part they don’t work because he doesn't really know how to make things without lethal side effects (and does not want you to DIE)

-He makes a big deal that he’s going to dissect you or experiment on you if you fall asleep as a scare tactic, and you’ll jolt awake from a sweaty nap terrified that you don’t have all your limbs

-(You are just in the corner of his work space, bundled in pelts and left untouched) (This is overkill on the pelts you are melting here.)

-He turns around and looks at you like WHAT! WHAT DO YOU WANT! NO I DIDN’T EXPERIMENT ON YOU ARE YOU STUPID!! But it is ultimately well meaning… you think?

-In all honesty I think Shang Tsung is the kind to get irritated by constant noise, especially when he’s trying to focus, so if you’re more mellow because of it, he would personally appreciate it. 

-He will exclusively refer to you as sleepyhead or ‘you sleeping lug’ thought i hope you're ok with that

-Will flick your nose if he sees you nodding off

Kenshi

-I feel like he’d be an insomniac, losing sleep because of everything he’s gone through

-Depending on his mood he’d either be irritated or soothed by your hypersomniac tendencies 

-Though because he's an earthrealmer (read: someone with a phone and google) he’d be able to do his own research and realize that it’s something that can impact you too 

-Just like how nights are hard for him, daytime can be a struggle for you as well, and as much as he can rationalize this his head he does metaphorically roll his (late) eyes when he sees you nodding off.

-He feels very chivalrous when you fall asleep against his shoulder so it does get  you good brownie points there

-If someone noisier came in he’d do the super suave cool guy thing where he just puts a finger to his lips and then points at you (would feel very cool afterwards)

-In the event that yall go grocery shopping he will be at the pharmacist counter the entire time asking about vitamins supplements remedies etc and in the end you’ll have a bedside table full of pill bottles that make you feel geriatric 

-Will use you feeling tired as an excuse to leave any social function and will be so happy (you were not fine he was just extremely overwhelmed) ((he hates house parties the floor plan is unfamiliar))

-He’s lived a stressful life and is thankful to take it slower with you

-Until you’ve fallen asleep halfway through a movie and he needs you to describe a scene GET UP I NEED TO KNOW WHAT SWORD THE GUY IS USING IS IT ACCURATE

Kung Lao 

-Takes it upon himself to jumpscare you the moment he sees you dozing off

-He just finds it hilarious, and you DID say you wanted to feel less tired throughout the day!

-Unfortunately he’d be the least gracious about it if you were sensitive about your hypersomnia (even against shang god bless you) but would also never take it to heart

-Maybe the first or second time you fell asleep around him, he’d worry that you found him boring, but once you explain it to him he Does Not Mind at all

-I mean it's The Great Kung Lao how can you NOT feel lulled to sleep safe and sound (completely rhetorical question)

-In all honestly I think your condition might start to change the most you spend around him, either you’d become totally immune to him and therefore ALL noise intervention, or start being more awake

-Would start stacking mahjong tiles on your head, tying your shoelaces together, seeing how much he could do before you woke up

-This means that if you caught him dozing off you have full permission to take his hat and run off to hide it somewhere

-Start the timer, GO! Let’s see how long it takes for him to find it this time! (It’s lodged into the ceiling) ((he will take an hour to find it))

Kuai Liang

-If you are under him in the Shirai Ryu or Lin Kuei, i imagine he would be tough on you like a mentor 

-But if not? He would find you incredibly endearing, always making sure that the places you frequently met in the compound had nearby shade or comfortable seating 

-Encourages you to rest if you are tired, if you want to stop falling asleep, he’ll offer tea

Tomas Vrbada

-Gets scared by you while walking past you since you’re so quiet

-You scared the ninja! Good on you 

-Yells, jolts you awake, then apologizes profusely and then promptly asks if you are interested in becoming a ninja under his tutelage 

Bi Han 

-As long as you stay out of his line of schedule you’re fine

-I too would be pissed if I worked the whole day only to see a sleepy lil guy 

-Yawns whenever you yawn and then yells at you for making him yawn 

[cursedpiratestash]

I'm going genuinely feral for your overwatch Talon headcanons im here growling and gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.. So may I request Talon with an extremely clingy reader pretty please <3

Talon x Reader

Clingy Reader headcanons

A/n: Sorry for the long break! Was not expecting to come back to that many notes honestly it makes me super excited to write again! Thank you for requesting I hope you enjoy! <3

Doomfist:

Surprisingly enough it hardly bothers him; even the mild PDA

However, at work, he realized how lenient he has become with you and that eventually bothered him enough to talk to you about it

His position in talon demanded respect and he couldn’t commit to that with you clinging to him any chance you got

That being said you agree, more or less, to a compromise that allows him to better command a room

Thankfully, at home he anticipates your needs before they’re even needed whether it be to carry you around the house or even just a tender moment by the door as soon as he walks in

Reaper:

When he begins to realize just how clingy you are it takes him some time to adjust

He loves you dearly, but he is quick to set boundaries mainly pertaining to your behavior at work

Outside of that, however, he simply cannot help himself. You make him melt at your touch

Even through his agony he softens at your beckon call and your pleas to accompany him in his more mundane activities

In fact, despite popular belief, your clinginess comforts him in ways nothing else can

Moira:

Doesn’t mind it as much as one would think however she does establish a boundary concerning when she really has to focus on something/needs the space

Is occasionally too wrapped up in work to let you know when she would be late or wouldn’t be showing up but is easily forgiven with a little bit of a cuddle session

Despite her persistent studies she has her moments in which she craves your attention for a bit of a recharge

She comes to you masking her disheveled state with confident posture, but, the second she’s in your company she instantly relaxes as you retell the details of your day

Sombra:

Honestly doesn’t even notice that you are clingy and makes it a common occurrence to have you lay with her or on her while she works if possible

On days she's too busy or a mission is taking way too long she's already sending you a quick text with a few corresponding emojis while she's at it

She never tires of your company and is easily the biggest flirt on the team

When you two are apart she's always texting and answering you

Best chat logs out of everybody and almost never leaves you hanging unless the mission truly interferes in someway

Mauga:

If anything, this one is much clingier than you are

You two are always texting when you're apart even if he's in a meeting or briefing

You’re lucky if you even get out of bed as he’s always holding you. He hardly keeps his hands off of you when you’re together whether it be an arm over your shoulder or a hand around your waist

Your PDA makes everyone around you laughably uncomfortable and annoyed, although, you hardly notice them

Spending time with you is the best part of his day; he can’t imagine any other way he’d like to unwind

Widowmaker:

Isn’t the most touchy person out of everybody, but she tries to indulge your habits when she can

You two have a bit of a system built to avoid any uncomfortable moments when she needs her space

Regardless of this she cares about you very much and also enjoys her fair share of cuddles on the couch/in bed

Your dynamic leans more towards you talking while she listens, however, she does comment here and there when prompted

Although some distance remains, she can’t help but feel something every time she’s with you

Sigma:

Finds it incredibly endearing and indulges you quite easily when he isn’t solely focused on his work. Even so he doesn’t mind having you there with him from time to time

It’s quite common to find you two floating around spending time together and the PDA hardly warrants any complaints

His mind partially clears when he gets to spend time with you

You can see him hang on your every word as well as the joy in his eyes when he speaks so sweetly to you

Whenever you two are apart it isn’t surprising to hear him talk about you whenever he gets the chance. The other teammates are actually pretty fond of it

[succubus-nini]

GIRL- ok first of all hello. So I was thinking of a fan fiction about Miguel x reader but Miguel is your parents’ close friend and you are at a ceremony all together after many years and he doesn’t take his eyes off of reader, so then they get alone and he fcks reader hard (not sure if you have already written one like this sorry if I didn’t see it) ❤️❤️

A/N-Im sorry it took me nearly a year to finish this babes

You and Miguel? You really didn't know, Miguel was only known by you because of your mother and father who favored him. It's funny actually, because they would always tell Miguel to watch out anytime he was near you. You were a wild child, always getting into something, and VERY MUCH petty. One time, Miguel had stepped on your precious (pet's name) paw, and you proceeded to make him think he was going insane the next three days by staying in his room and hiding whenever he checked.

He found out through you yourself, since you walked up to him one day with a sly grin. "How do you like my ghost act?" Were the words that made him connect the dots. Its safe to say he's over it, but he still checks his closet anytime he's going to bed because of it. You scarred the man for life. You haven't seen the man in years after your parents decided to move you to a place a couple cities away.

Your parent's fiftieth anniversary was approaching, and your aunts had planned a surprise party for when they got back, As you were helping prepare, you heard a familiar voice call your name. "Y/n?" Miguel said, his eyes wide in recognition. He hadn't seen you in a while, suddenly feeling his longing for you starting to sink back into his system as his heart raced upon seeing you again. So close to fuck touch but not yet, he'd have to control himself until the right moment.

You turned around and smiled, you had missed your favorite playmate. "Miguel!" You squealed, pouncing on the taller being. The man caught you and chuckled, putting you down. "Long time no see." He said, a joyous expression being seen in his eyes, even if his face said otherwise. "It has been! Did you miss me?" You questioned, leaning forward. Miguel caught sight of your cleavage from that specific motion, and started to blush.

He cleared his throat and nodded. "I missed some of you, not your troublemaking ways." You rolled your eyes and shoved a box into his hands. "Well, in that case, You can go help in the house with the decorations, Miguel." You huffed, pretending to be mad as you kept setting up the tables. Miguel chuckled, seeing right through your façade, and went inside to talk with your uncle on what to do with the box of decorations he had.

Soon, your parents came back. When they entered the house, everybody jumped out and shot them with hand held confetti cannons, "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!" Everybody yelled enthusiastically, their smiles lighting up the room as your parents laughed and thanked everyone. Your cousins ushered your parents outside, everyone following behind them to get the party started.

While everyone else was dancing, Miguel was sitting on the sidelines, watching you while taking occasional sips of his drink. Every movement you made was memorizing to him, his eyes unable to leave your swaying form. After a bit, You got tired and went inside. You decides to stay in your room for a bit, since the dancing portion had stopped and everyone started fixing plates for themselves and others to eat.

Miguel had followed you inside, his head buzzing with thoughts about you. Unknowing to his intentions, you invited him into your room, sitting on your bed and getting comfortable as you turned the TV on. It wasn't long before he sat on the bed too, his eyes never fully leaving your form.

The room started to feel warm when you noticed his gaze on you, his eyes basically eating away at your being and undressing you before himself. You fanned yourself, trying to cool down your heating face. "Its a bit warm in here isn't it," You gently giggled, turning to Miguel. The larger man groaned and grabbed you, tugging you onto his lap before pressing his lips against your own.

If you were warm before, you were burning up now; Everything was so hot, his tongue inside your mouth as he pushed you down, his hands on your skin as he tugged your dress off and fondled your breasts, the air around him as his own clothes joined your dress on the floor. It was all so fuzzy, your brain couldn't even properly process what was happening until Miguel parted from your lips and made his way between your legs, leaving a kiss every inch he descended.

"Miguel not there.." You whined, tugging at his hair as he began to lap at your core, his tongue diving between your folds to bring your arousal into his mouth. You could tell he was good with his mouth just by the way we worked his tongue inside you all while using his lips to suck on your puffy clit. You felt a odd feeling, a tightening in your lower stomach. "M-Miguel..-" You stammered, trying to warn him but it was all in vain. You're cumming on his face before you know it, your head hitting your headboard with a thud as the pleasure washes over you in waves.

Miguel lifted his face to look at her before pressing another kiss to your face, you liquids still o his tongue. He had to prep you, he knew he was bigger than average and that you'd need something to help with the stretch. He had some lube in his bag, which was also on the floor, so he retrieved it. His eyes were clouded with lust as he poured some on your throbbing cunt, making sure his hand was coated as well before sinking a finger into your heat.

He soon sunk a second finger into you, working you open slowly but surely. When he was able to get a fourth finger into you, he was satisfied with his work. He stroked his cock a few times, preparing it for what's to come. He slowly pushes his tip into your entrance, groaning as he he went deeper inch by devastatingly delicious inch. "Oh Mi Alma.." He whispered in your ear when he bottomed out in you, staying still to let you adjust to his girth.

He waited for a sign from you, anything to let him know that you're ready. It wasn't long before he got the green light from you, immediately pulling out until the tip was the only thing inside and slamming into you. It felt so good to have you under him, to mark up and grab onto your soft skin as he ravaged you. He kept biting you on whatever he could reach while thrusting into your deepest parts. Your shoulders, throat, and breasts were all bitten and sore from his relentless attack on them.

He picked up the pace, ramming into you with such force you could barely breathe. He wanted you to cum, he wanted you to tighten around him and milk his cock for every drop he could give you. His hips moved roughly against yours, the sound of skin against skin getting louder as time passed. The feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin, his cock drilling into your abused cunt, his hands squeezing your hips was all too much for you.

Your legs shook as another orgasm crashed onto you, your hands grabbing at the sheets as a cry fell from your lips. Miguel was soon after, not lasting too long when he was getting squeezed by you. "Fuck.." He mumbled, gently pulling out and watching as his cum seeped from your hole. He had half a mind to plug you up again, but hearing a small whimper from you quickly snapped him out of it. He got up and dampened a rag from your bathroom, cleaning you up. When he finished his aftercare, he kissed your forehead, watching you sleep. "Te amo, alborotadora." He said before falling asleep with you in his arms.

[shuaboo]

i usually don’t write on this account but heres some of my little takes on bf!gyuvin 🥹

lowercase intended // cw: fluff, sfw, i think these r called hcs idk, non-idol au so the members are just referred to as his friends, kind of all over the place and unorganized, sorry if this is bad im new to this, shitty writing because i’m seriously not a writer at all. 😭

bf!gyuvin who treats you like a princess and is literally the winner of the kindest cutest boyfriend award every single year 🥹✋🏻

no, seriously. i feel like his language is acts of service and he would absolutely do anything for you if it is in his capabilities.

gyuvin carries a bigger sized bag so you can carry your little purse that barely fits your phone and lip gloss. he also keeps a hair tie on his wrist or has a hair claw on the strap just incase you need one while you’re on a food date together.

when you get tired from walking and your feet start to hurt from your shoes, gyuvin will guide you (maybe even carry you) by the waist so you don’t struggle as much. probably also keeps comfortable shoes for you in his car since he doesn’t expect that this is the last time it will happen.

speaking of shoes, gyuvin is constantly checking your shoelaces. when he sees that they have gone undone he’ll stop you from walking and tie them up for you.

gyuvin who always holds your hand or has a hand on your waist when you’re in a crowded place, because the last thing he’d want is to lose you.

if you and gyuvin do lose each other in a crowded space, he would definitely panic and look around for you. he’d give you a call asking where you are in the most panicked tone. you’d have to calm him down and tell him that you see him, since he’s so tall that he practically towers over everyone else in the area. god bless this man ☹️

whenever you and gyuvin get food, he always asks if you want to try some of what he ordered. he’s such a sweetheart, kindly asking you and then feeding you his food if you agree to try some. i also firmly believe that if the food is still hot, gyuvin will blow on the food so you don’t burn yourself when you take a bite.

gyuvin who always brags about you to his friends. he really can’t help it, he’s so happy to have you that he always yaps about you and your dates to his friends. they tease him simply for being a man in love and beg him to let them meet you :).

when you do meet gyuvin’s friends, it legitimately might be the funniest day of your life, and maybe the worst day for gyuvin. they tell you about some of his embarrassing moments, and you all have a good laugh about it.

…except for gyuvin. he’s beside you 100% pouting and sulking at the reminder of his embarrassing mistakes in the past. oh, plz keep your attention on him as well ! ! ! he might start feeling a bit left out if you have too much fun with his friends. make sure that he’s comfortable and that he’s still smiling. you don’t want to end up with a sulky, jealous, sad boyfriend :’c. give him a peck on the cheek and squeeze his hand so that he smiles again :].

gyuvin who whines about how embarrassing it was that his friends exposed him to you while walking you home hand in hand, and you just laugh at his whining. hes secretly smiling to himself because he made you laugh, even if it kinda cost him his dignity. but hey, at least you’re laughing and you’re happy.

gyuvin who kisses you on the forehead, cheek, and lips and gives you a tight hug when you reach your home before leaving you.

gyuvin who facetimes you as soon as hes a few meters away from your house because he already misses you.

bf!gyuvin who is your constant reminder that pure and true love does exist.

sorry it became kind of a scenario at the end lol, this is also like way too long HAHAHHAHA😅😭

pls lmk if this is ok😭😭 i had a lot of fun writing this and i would love to write more

[echojays]

── .✦ lake trip

✮ . ⠂ phillip graves x gn!reader 

wc; 1.5k

summary; graves comes back from work and takes you on a little vacation.

warnings; none. eat up!!!

a/n; this man can operate a speedboat like nobodys business do not ask me how i know i just do. first graves fic !! something short and sweet :] im actually so madly in love with this man it’s not even funny.

— — —

It was you who recommended the trip in the first place. 

You lean back on the couch, listening to the silence come from the phone tucked up to your ear. So far your conversation has been mostly one sided, you telling Phillip about your day and getting nothing but tired hums in response. It’s usually this way. He doesn’t sound bored-- he’s told you countless times how much he loves listening to you talk-- but you can feel the exhaustion from the other side of the phone. It’s been a long week for him, a long week of working nonstop made longer by being away from you.

He’s always hit with it right before he comes home. The week wears him down until his excitement to be back in your arms is more draining than anything else. So he lets your voice wash over him as he sits tucked away in some corner on base, waving off Shadows until you’ll finally wish him good night and hang up. It’s good enough until he sees you again. It’s all he really has. 

You pause, picking lint off the pillow beside you. “We should go somewhere when you get back,” you say, not really sure where the thought came from or even why you said it.

“Where’d we go?” His voice picks up slightly. He’s interested. Maybe. You can’t tell through the phone. Your brain scrambles for an answer and settles on one quickly. 

“We could go to that lakehouse you were talking about. Your uncle’s?”

“Cousin’s,” he corrects you, followed by what you assume is a thoughtful silence. You sit in it with him before he lets out a happy huff. “I like the sound of that.”

— — —

By the time you’re outside, towel under one arm and bag in the other, he’s already untying the boat from the dock. He’s quick with it, too quick, because now the boat is drifting away before you’ve even left the grass. You hit the wood running and you immediately regret leaving your shoes inside, moving quickly from foot to foot and letting out a high pitched hum as you run towards the boat. Hot hot hot hot hot. 

He watches you from the boat with a stupid lopsided grin. “Didn’t want shoes, sweetheart?”

“I figured I’d be fine without them,” you laugh, stopping on the edge of the dock to evaluate the long step over the water to the boat. 

He reaches out a hand to you. You take it, moving past him to quickly sit down at the front of the boat before the waves make you topple over.

The speedboat is small and almost a decade old, but it’s in such good condition that you worry it might just be for show. It was already tied up and on the water when you pulled into the driveway. It came with the house, Phillip explained as the two of you brought the bags inside, along with a broken jetski that he insists you try out before you leave. There’s also a pontoon in the boathouse, but both of you had unanimously and wordlessly decided that the speedboat is the better option. You lean back against the warm leather, letting out a pleased sigh. 

The boat rumbles to life as he pulls away from the dock. He watches you from behind his shades. You know he’s watching you even as you’re looking at the water because it’s all he does. It’s all he’s been doing for the past two days he’s been with you. He’ll cast you glances whether you’re looking or not, take you in over and over again and never get tired of the sight. 

When you finally turn over your shoulder to look at him, his expression shifts and he’s grinning at you, one palm on the wheel and wind brushing back his hair as he pulls out of the cove. 

You watch him too, but you make sure to do it in moments when he’s not looking. You get half a glimpse of him shaving in the mirror from your spot on the bed before he eventually calls you in to help him with the nape of his neck. You peer at him through the kitchen windows when he’s working on his truck, you glance at him as he drives you two around in it, one hand on the wheel and the other absent-mindedly brushing a thumb back and forth on your thigh. You love him in the quiet lulls between his work when he drops all his guard and lets you take him to bed and brush a hand through his hair until he’s asleep. When the edges wear off and all that’s left is the man you love more than anything in the world. 

Water splashes up onto your face as you hit a small wave. His eyes crease behind the glasses as he watches you tilt your head back and laugh. You’re always happier when you’re out of the house with him, living quickly by his side, dragging him to festivals and fairs and vacations you’ve got all planned out. 

You tuck your legs up to your chest and rest your head on your knees with a soft smile. 

You don’t know it, but you’re glowing. He would stay out here with you forever if he could. 

— — —

You kick your feet off the back of the boat, leaning to the side to reach over him for your drink. He fishes it out of the plastic bag and hands it to you wordlessly. After piloting around and stopping at the marina for gas and drinks, the two of you had found a quiet cove to drop anchor. 

He cracks open his beer. “I got a reservation at a nice restaurant near the house for tomorrow night.”

You keep your eyes on the water. “Yeah?”

He laughs softly, looking at you. “Yeah. Figured you could get all dolled up and we could go out.” He takes a sip before setting his drink down. “Haven’t taken you on a date in a long while.”

This is true, but it’s hardly his fault— and hardly something you mind. This is the first time he’s been back from work for more than a couple days in over a month. Usually he’ll come home Friday or Saturday evening, both of you will sleep in until noon and lounge around the house together until it’s back in bed, and then he’s gone the following morning. You’ll hold him close to you when you can, it doesn’t matter if you’re in your cluttered kitchen or at some restaurant he’d picked out. Time with him is time with him. You’ll love it either way. 

You turn to him. “I look forward to it.”

There’s a pause. He takes a breath, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. “I’m happy we came out here. Better than bein’ stuck in the damn house until I’m gone again.”

“I like being stuck in the house with you,” you hum, leaning towards him until your arm is pressed against his. “I like being anywhere with you.” 

“Didn’t mean I don’t like it,” he corrects himself, looking down at you. His hand rests on yours, fingers brushing over your knuckles. “Just meant it’s nice to get out.” 

“I get what you mean,” you chirp, looking down at your hands. You stare at the ring on his finger and the small cuts littering his knuckles. You pause, then look back up at him. “I didn’t pack anything fancy.”

“Then we’ll go out and buy you something to wear before we leave for dinner.” 

You laugh at that, but you know he’s serious. He says it like it’s the obvious solution, because to him it is. He’d give you the world if he could, but a shopping trip will have to suffice.

“Really?”

“Of course.” He hums, leaning over to kiss you again. 

His lips land on the corner of yours this time, and you lift a hand up to cup his cheek. You move to return the kiss fully, but his hands shoot to your waist faster than you can turn and before you know it he’s peppering kisses down your neck. Warmth washes over you. You’d melt right then and there if you could. He’s gentle, he always is, as his hands snake around your waist fully. You can feel him smiling into your neck as he lets out a pleased hum. 

He’s missed you, missed this, missed having your weight and warmth nearby for him to latch onto and love without warning. So when he has you he’s all over you. He’ll wrap himself around you and hook his head over your shoulder when you’re making lunch. He’ll bump his leg up against yours under the table as you talk about your weeks over coffee. Any space around you, he’ll fill. 

He’ll be packing up in less than a week. You won’t have forever. But you’ll have a while. 

You let time slip your mind as his lips find yours again.

“Love you, gorgeous.”

“Love you too.”

— — —

[b0ne-merchant]

Hii, I was wondering if you could do headcanons of how (classic) Sans acts when he realizes he has a crush on you :) Thank you, and remember to eat and stay hydrated :D

You anons are so nice :))) you do the same boo <3

i couldnt stop thinking about this scenario and before i knew it i wrote a whole additional drabble to go along with it LOL so enjoy that free of charge at the end of the headcanons :D

[content warning for several dick jokes lol im not sorry]

Undertale!Sans with a crush

If you were to ask Sans how he caught feelings, he'd probably claim that it just hit him all at once. Everyone else who was around him will tell you that they saw the signs long before the two of you became official.

One day you wave him goodbye to him at his hotdog stand and his soul suddenly tries to leap out of his chest and follow you. It was that very moment that he knew he was screwed.

He definitely tries to keep his crush under wraps (and deny it himself) but it just slips out in several places.

He just has to show Papyrus the hilarious meme you sent him, and he needs to check out that new thing you've been raving about.

He starts texting you back really quickly. He can leave people on delivered for days, but you? Near instant response.

Late night text chains with you become commonplace. He can stave off sleep for just one more text with you... maybe one more... okay this is the last one...!

He has noticeably more energy after talking to you. Suddenly he's not dragging his feet as he walks, he's prancing like a horse in dressage. Okay maybe not that much but he's definitely stepping around with purpose.

The frequency of suggestive jokes skyrockets. Suddenly, every other pun he throws at you is some flavor of dirty.

His joke frequency in general bumps up, too. Sans wants to make you laugh so badly, and his soul flutters deliciously at the sound of it.

On the flipside, he gets very jealous when others make you laugh. That sound is for him only, thank you very much.

Lots of stolen glances. Sometimes at your face, but most often at your hands. He really wants to hold them. He wants to know how your fingers feel intertwined with his. He wants to squeeze your hand to remind you that he's there and that he loves-- oh shit you caught him looking. Quick, Sans, act natural!

Sans invites you to all sorts of events and outings. He never calls them dates, though. He's too nervous to put any sort of label on things, even if you thanking him for "hanging out" makes his soul die a little on the inside.

Please help this man. He really needs a friendly push in the right direction to finally admit how he feels.

~~~

The door clicked shut behind Sans as he let out a tired sigh. He dropped his heavy briefcase on the ground, and the loose hotdogs and condiment bottles rattled around inside. Today had been an extra busy day at his little hotdogs stand sat in a prime location on the piers. The hot swell of the sun after a cool, rainy spring had brought the residents of the city out in droves, and if there's one thing someone starts craving on the docks after hours of sandcastles and suntanning, it's a big, juicy hotdog. Now, after a full day of slinging ‘dogs, Sans was ready to collapse in his bed and not wake til at least the third time Papyrus yelled at him to get up.

Speaking of…

The house was unusually quiet. And dark. There were still a few drops of evening light outside, but the blinds inside the house had been pulled, shrouding the entire interior in darkness. It wasn't quite the darkness that unsettled Sans, however. It was the silence. Papyrus was usually home by the time Sans had wrapped up his day at the stand. The only times this wasn't the case were when he was having a particularly late training session with Undyne, but in those cases, he would always text Sans to inform him of the change in schedule.

“hey, pap, you home?” Sans called out. There was no response.

Sans pulled out his phone and double-checked his messages, slipping off his sandals on the welcome mat and toeing his socks off his feet. He kicked them somewhere into the darkness as he tapped on Papyrus's contact. The most recent message was still the shaky picture Sans had sent of a rather smug seagull picking up a slice of hotdog that Sans had tossed at it, as well as a message about how people were flocking to him for a taste of his hotdogs. Papyrus had simply reacted to the message with a thumbs down emoji.

There was, however, a new message from a different contact. The ever-present smile on his face lifted at the corners at the sight of the contact name, the unease melting away from his system.

You: Hey bonehead, how was the rest of your day? Bet it got pretty slow and boring after I left :P

Sans: nah i got ppl lining up round the block 4 a taste of my sausage

You: Ew >:( but like I guess they ARE pretty good lol. Are you gonna be open tomorrow? I have an early shift and could use some lunch afterward

Sans: yes im open tmrw but u can have my wiener whnvr u like ;)

Sans chuckled as he pressed send and threw his keys in the bowl next to the door. He let his phone linger on his messages with you, hoping for a quick reply. He reached for the light switch, deciding to raid the pantry for a healthy dinner of junk food.

Click!

Light flooded the room, and Sans's soul leapt to his throat. The phone dropped to the floor as his magic flared to life in his hands, ready to defend himself as needed. But, as he quickly regained his bearings from the startle, he was met with an entirely different emotion – confusion.

Papyrus was sitting silently on the couch, his arms crossed and a deadly serious look on his face. Next to him was Undyne, equally as serious with just a touch of blood-thirst as she tapped a spear on the ground. Finally, in the recliner, sat Alphys, wringing her hands together and looking like she'd rather be literally anywhere else.

Papyrus kicked the ottoman in front of the couch forward. “HAVE A SEAT, BROTHER.”

Sans glanced from Papyrus, to Undyne, to Alphys, then back to Papyrus. He opted to stay near the door, trying to glean whatever he could from the situation. He shoved his hands in his pockets and made an attempt to seem relaxed.

“did i miss game night or something?” he chuckled, looking around and suddenly feeling hot in his own bones. “sorry, pals, i can't help that i got a monopoly on hot dog sales. that's just the game of life. i hope i’m not in trouble.”

Papyrus was gritting his teeth harder with each board game pun. Undyne was stifling a laugh and trying to look stoic at the same time. The two emotions combined, giving her an absolutely maniacal grin. Alphys started to nervously pick at a loose thread on the chair.

“THIS IS NO TIME FOR JOKES, SANS. THIS,” Papyrus suddenly stood and dramatically paused, placing his hands on his hips, “IS AN INTERVENTION. NOW PLEASE, SIT. AND HAND OVER YOUR PHONE.”

His smile faltered, and all he could eke out was a dumbstruck, “what?”

“WE ARE INTERVENING, SANS. THIS HAS GONE ON FOR LONG ENOUGH. WE JUST WANT WHAT IS BEST FOR YOU. YOUR FRIENDS ARE WORRIED ABOUT YOU,” Papyrus gestured to the other two monsters. He then put his hands over where his heart would be, specks of tears forming in his eyes. “I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU.”

“i don't–”

“We're talking about your love life, you dork!” Undyne slammed the end of her spear on the ground. “Now give us your phone so we can make sure you don't screw it up!”

Sans froze.

“Papyrus t-told us about them,” Alphys spoke up.

“i've mentioned them two times?” Sans argued, looking to his brother.

“I-I didn’t even say th-their name…”

“THAT'S TWICE MORE THAN THE USUAL AMOUNT OF TIMES YOU MENTION SOMEONE.” Papyrus cut in, jabbing his finger in the air matter-of-factly. “I HAD MY SUSPICIONS AFTER THE FIRST TIME, BUT I HAD TO BE SURE. WORRY NOT, BROTHER, FOR I HAVE GATHERED ALL THE DATING EXPERTS I KNOW – INCLUDING MYSELF – HERE TO MAKE SURE YOU SUCCEED IN COURTING–”

Sans interrupted. “you know, i really don’t appreciate getting jumped in my own living room.”

Undyne lets out a laugh, like a crack of thunder. “He’s not denying it!” she very helpfully points out.

“i’m not doing this.” Sans leaned down to pick up his fallen phone. All he wanted was to walk away from whatever the hell was happening in his living room and retire to his bed.

Except that was clearly not going to happen.

As soon as he started moving toward the phone, a spear shot by his head with a whistle and impaled the door behind him with a crash. Sans had dodged it on instinct, blinking a solid foot away from the spot where he had once been. He leapt once again at the phone.

“Tackle him!” Undyne shouted, another spear summoned in her hands.

She threw another spear through the air, and Sans once again dodged. The spear went straight through the wall where he was just standing, shaking the nearby table and sending the poor pet rock that sat atop it careening from its paper plate nest. What he didn’t count on was Papyrus tackling him to the ground after his quick sidestep. The two brothers fell to the floor with a thump, and Papyrus kicked away the phone as Sans struggled under his grasp.

Undyne scooped up the phone. Her grin turned to a pointed frown. “It’s locked!” she groaned.

yes!

“THE PASSCODE IS 6969.”

no!

Alphys gave him an unimpressed look. “Real cl-classy, Sans.”

Undyne unlocked the phone, and the commotion paused. Her good eye began to scroll back and forth as she read the messages. Her brows furrowed, then her eye widened, and she threw her head back in a howl of laughter. Sans, watching the whole ordeal, slowly lowered his head to rest on the carpet, his face starting to burn.

“Holy shit!” Undyne cackled, “Is this how you flirt, dude?!”

“LET ME SEE!”

The weight of Papyrus was lifted off his back. The weight of his sins remained.

“That’s a lot of dick jokes,” Alphys observed.

“SANS! THIS IS NO WAY TO GAIN THE AFFECTIONS OF A POSSIBLE DATING PARTNER!” Papyrus snatched the phone from Undyne. To Sans’s horror, he began to type something. “I AM GOING TO WOO THEM WITH A PROFESSION OF MY BROTHER’S LOVE. THEY WILL SURELY SWOON AT HIS WORDS THAT I AM WRITING.”

“You’re doing it wrong, punk!” Undyne swiped the phone back and started typing something else. “It needs more fire, more passion!”

“A-actually, you should say something like this.” Alphys gently guided the phone from Undyne’s hand and started writing yet another something else.

The three became caught in a loop, passing the phone amongst each other, backspacing, rewriting, proofreading, then back to rewriting. Throughout their squabble, Sans had gotten up, honestly perfectly content to leave them to it, walk to his bed, and pretend it was all just a bad dream. He could do damage control when he sees you tomorrow. That is, if you would even want to see him again after the surely horrifying amalgamation of words slingshotted through the invisible current of radio waves and arrived on your screen. Maybe fate would be kind to him and a stray solar flare would whip through the stratosphere and burn the world to a crisp first – or, at least knockout cell service.

As he turned to leave, however, Sans noticed that the arguing and clacking of bones and claws on glass had stopped with a sharp ding. He turned back around and sure enough, the three were staring silently at his phone. Papyrus looked surprised, glancing between the phone and Sans. Undyne’s eye had widened as she clutched the phone closely. Alphys was slack-jawed in awe.

Sans did not take the opportunity for granted. He swiped the phone back, now safely cradled in his hands, and he took a shortcut to the roof of the house before anyone could even react.

He heard the shouts from inside and subsequently ignored them. The air was warm, and the stars were shining in their full glory in the moonless night. Sans sighed in relief, then looked at his phone. Sure enough, there was a nausea-inducing mishmash of text covering the screen, and lucky for him, the send button had not yet been pressed. What caught his attention, though, was that there was a new message from you. Sans thanked his lucky stars that you had responded before you were subjected to the worst combination of words and syllables in the English language.

He read the message. He read it again. A third time.

You: So, “wiener” you gonna ask me out for real?

Sans smiled wide. His cheeks lit up with a soft blue glow.

Sans: ur sure feeling cocky. tmrw? ik a place w great burgers

You: It’s a date! :)

[ajortga]

i'm not coming home.

pairing: vada cavell x fem reader

warning! sensitive topics ahead include: character death, suicide, overdose, massive angst with NO happy ending.

thank you egg for your request! cried a little making this which usually.. isn't quite normal to happen. hope this might make your angst heart pour a little.. p.s this was partially inspired by some other fics i read that i loved and this was particularly based off the lyrics im not coming home, not really my future:o

-

I just saw that song fic you made, it was very nice. So I’d like to request one of my own…

My future by Billie Eilish?

Obviously for my favorite girl Vada Cavell. Who else would I request for?

-

Her eyes looked at the moon, Vada’s brown eyes looking at the way the moon shone across the city.

“The moon is pretty, isn’t it?” A voice said beside her.

Vada's eyes glanced at you, a small smile forming on her lips.

“Yeah. But you were always prettier.”

“You used to say that a lot.”

“I know. It’s because I think it’s true.”

You stood there in silence, Vada scooted closer to you, pointing at the flowers right ahead of you guys.

“Do you remember when we planted those?”

“Yeah, they grew so pretty. We wanted to make a whole flower garden together.”

“The garden is growing I think.”

“I think so too.

Silence once again, the only sound was the dark trees rustling in the blue moonlight, stars above the two’s heads. Vada bit her lip, looking at the stars, her knees tucked under her arms.

“Do you think in another universe, we’d be in love?” You whispered, catching her off guard as she looked at you, seeing the way your eyes looked hurt.

Vada shrugged, thinking for a moment, “I don’t know..”

Another pause.

“Maybe in another universe, I never so badly wished it was this one though.”

She heard a small laugh, hurt laced behind it, “It once was.”

“In this universe we’re not. Because you’re no longer here.”

…

“I know.”

Vada wishes she could take those words back. 

-

Vada needed space to herself after trying to heal from traumatic experiences it was so hard for her to deal with. You were just trying to help.

You were just trying to help.

Offering to hold her hand in the hallways, reassuring back rubs, kisses on the forehead, sticking by her side.

It was too much for her. She just wanted to be left alone, but she didn’t want to tell you.

You just were so worried, you made sure to love her.

The day Vada was the most stressed, she took all her anger out on you for just trying to comfort her.

“Can you stop being arrogant for once and get it into your brain that you need to leave me alone? You have to let me go and it’s getting so frustrating you can’t get that into your system! Just give me my space when I need it!”

Vada’s voice echoes through the house, her eyes looked enraged as she saw the way your figure looked so small.

“Okay.”

That was the last word she heard you say before you left the apartment to just.. Process.

Vada felt bad, seeing the way your shoulders dropped as you walked out the door. But she was just so frustrated with all these events she couldn't bring herself to apologize. She was too tired.

-

Ding

...

Ding

....

Ding ding ding ding ding

"Oh my god.." Vada groaned tiredly, her phone light almost lighting up the whole room as she rubbed her eyes, stirring from bed.

Who the hell would be notifying her at 2:43 AM?

Her hands flipped her phone over as she looked at the messages, the way her eyes widened was indescribable.

my sweet y/n♡: vada they won't go away.

my sweet y/n♡: i'm so scared.

my sweet y/n♡: it won't stop, vada it won't stop.

my sweet y/n♡: i can't breathe

my sweet y/n♡: i just want it to stop.

my sweet y/n♡: baby please i need you. i don't feel good.

4x call missed

my sweet y/n♡: i'm sorry.

my sweet y/n♡: i love you.

my sweet y/n♡: i love you with my whole heart and i promise that you can finally be left alone like you wanted.

"No! No no no no no!.." She said louder to herself, immediately jumping off the bed and hitting the call button. No response.

"Please just pick up!"

She grabbed her keys and slammed the door shut, immediately going to your house with an inhaler and meds.

She kept ringing and ringing as she heard you pick up, immediately putting the phone to her ear.

"Baby! Baby.. Talk to me. Talk to me please."

"...Vada.." you cry, your voice barely a whisper, "It hurts."

"What did you do? Y/N.. Tell me please, what did you do? Did you take something bad?"

"I just.. I..."

Vada hears you breathing heavily, making small hurtful breaths.

"I just wanted everything to stop... I'm so tired.."

"I'm almost there baby.."

Vada makes a full on swerve as she busts out of her car, hearing the way your labored breaths were gradually beginning to grow shakier. The call ends as she makes a plead of frustration. She grabs the keys she snagged when she left the house and frantically unlocked your door.

"Y/N!" she cries, the house was dark as she turned every corner before rushing into your room, barging in.

There you were, curled up on the ground, your arm over your stomach as she saw the way your chest shook, the way you let out cries. There were pills scattered around you, your hand holding a pill bottle that was almost half empty. Vada screamed as she immediately knelt down as you turned.

"Baby, Y/N, wake up!" She cried, shaking you

You were barely able to make a noise, she could only hear you say her name, your voice barely an audible whisper with tear-stained cheeks and glazed over eyes.

Vada let out a painful cry as her hand reached up to caress your now cold skin. You were shaking as Vada picked you up and cradled you, calling the 3 numbers as quickly as she could, begging for the ambulance to come as quickly as they could.

"Everything is going to be okay. Don't close your eyes sweetheart. I promise you'll be okay.."

You curled your body into hers, your head drooping down as you look at her, your vision unfocused.

Oh how your eyes were the ones she loved so much, the ones she loved so much now looking like this. Lifeless, barely hanging on.

"I'm so sorry. Vada's so sorry baby. I should have never said those mean things to you. You mean the w-world to me. I love you so much," The guilt was stirring in her stomach, unlike anything she's seen before.

You whimper against her, "I-I d-don't feel good... I-I feel s-so c-cold.."

Vada sobbed as she wrapped a blanket around your shaking, fragile body, hugging you tightly.

"I'm here. Help is coming," she whispered, looking down at you, fallen tears beginning to drop on your clothes.

Your eyelids were half-open, Vada's voice was beginning to become muffled. You knew Vada was beyond worried, you just wanted everything to stop for a while.. You also knew deep down, you wouldn't be able to make it. You wouldn't be able to make it out alive. You wouldn't be able to spend the rest of your life and marry Vada. Maybe live in the green meadows like you always dreamed of, cuddling as you watched the stars at night. Maybe have had a cat too and looked like the romantic sweethearts everyone envied of, sharing small gentle kisses in the corners of every place you traveled.

You knew you couldn't be with her till her last breath, but you knew she would be with you till yours.

You knew you wouldn't be able to live your love, so you mustered all the left-over strength you still had and croaked out the 3 little words.

"I love you."

You felt it. Vada did too. The way your eyes glassed over, it was no longer the warm, pretty eyes she adored, they were now foggy and dark. The way your body began to lose it's warm comfort that Vada ever so loved feeling when she cuddled you to bed. It was all fading. And she knew your life was fading too.

Vada cried, she didn't want to loose you. She was sobbing and she couldn't do anything about it, she was so so scared.

"I love you too. I love you so fucking much Y/N. I.. I.." She didn't know what else to say, she was so scared that she couldn't speak anymore, wailing.

You gave her the weakest smile you could muster, though she knew that it wasn't the smile you gave her when your eyes would light up as soon as you saw her, it was the smile that you finally understood.

You understood. The cracking smile that showed you were ready.

"That's all my heart can ever ask for. I-I'll be there with you, as a pretty deer in the moonlight, or the shiniest star. I-I'll be there whenever y-you need me.. It was never your fault.." You whispered, before she could see your eyes go still, your shaking body beginning to slow. The last teardrop that would ever fall go down your cheek.

"No! Open your eyes Y/N! Baby! Please! I'm here! You can open your eyes now! Wake up!"

Vada didn't know love could make her cry this hard as she felt your skin turn cold, she wished she could just take it all back. She'd remember you through every memory. But she'd remember that the memories of the person she loved most would never exist in the future. It was all in the past. She knew that you were gone as she cried into the wind. The ambulance was just too late as they saw her hugging your soulless body, never wanting to let go.

"Vada's so sorry.." She cries in a whisper.

-

Vada felt herself sniffle, she could feel the way her memories invaded her brain. She could never forgive herself for it. On every shooting star she wished that it could've never happened in the first place.

She then noticed the way she felt her cheeks suddenly stain with tears, seeing your pretty body fade away in the moonlight above. Seeing the way that you bit down a hurtful expression, smiling with a cracked heart as she sniffled. The night sky is now beginning to reflect through you. 

It was all her fault. She couldn’t bear to hear it. But she knew now that you weren’t going to come home. You never would.

She knew one day you would fade from her mind completely. She couldn’t bear to know that one day, she’d forget the way you sounded.  She knew that one day, your ghost would eventually fade away, your faded presence beginning to slow as time healed. There would be a day that your ghost would stop showing up completely.

She knew that one day, all your memories would turn into months, years, decades.

Until it’ll all be too old for her to remember. To remember you and the way you were the first person Vada felt her stomach tingle with fluttering butterflies as you kissed her so gently. To remember the way you would hold your umbrella for her as it poured rain, seeing the way your forehead would drip with water from protecting her before you could shelter yourself.

"Keep our love special okay? Keep it just between us. Keep it in your heart." You whispered, before you faded away, knowing one day you'll appear once again.

Vada nodded, slowly, she still can't believe she isn't over it. How could she be?

Her hair was wet, she was so used to feeling a hood over her head. She was so used to being protected by you. Rain drenched her clothes as her body shook, staring at the way the city lights dimmed below her. 

She knew that you weren’t going to come home.

Because there she was, sitting on a wet patch of grass, drenched in the rain. Knowing that once before, you sat with her in the rain, holding an umbrella over her head as you hugged her, cuddling for warmth. 

Vada let out a shaky, broken sigh as she looked up, seeing the way the stars shone. One shone so bright as she smiled. Her star.

From the wind blowing so gently in her hair with rain showering across the city, the deer peeked behind the tree, making a soft noise.

"Every night and day I wish I could feel your cuddles, kiss me and tell me it was all a nightmare, but it's been too long to know it's not just stupid nightmare. I miss you more than words can possibly describe."

Vada rubbed her cheeks, wiping the tears that were falling, feeling the rain drizzle with her sadness, making a quiet cry.

"It's been 5 months Y/N. I love you. I wish you were here with me. "

Maybe you wouldn't be with Vada till her last breath, maybe her grieving wouldn't last that long. But she was there for yours, that's all you could ever ask for. Your girlfriend hugging you as you took your last breath. That was special.

[catnteawrites]

Skip the conditioner

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Warnings: a little spicy if you squint Word count: 0.9k Summary: You find a way to wash his hair. . A/N: I am honestly not the happiest with this one :P

After a week on the run, it was safe to say you felt absolutely disgusted. You smelled; you were sticky, sweaty, and grimy without your last name being Grimes. Now, if you didn’t have the option of showering like you didn’t before Alexandria, you would suck it up, but since you did, you were beyond annoyed at your current state. Daryl, on the other hand, couldn’t be less bothered. You wondered if it was because of his tough childhood and hygiene never being at the top of the priority list, or maybe he just stopped caring after so much time without a shower, or maybe you were just spoiled.

You let out a thankful sigh after entering your house, walking over, and throwing yourself on the couch with Daryl. You sat there for a while before you laid your head on his lap and looked up at him as he silently brought his hand over to your head and stroked the tangled mess on your head. You wanted to cuddle later; you missed it, but you preferred doing it when both of you were clean. You had that option now, and you were determined to use it. The problem was that you were almost completely sure that if he was as tired as you were, there was no chance of him agreeing to take a shower, so you decided to get creative. First, you had to get him in a good mood.

Food.

"What do you want for dinner?" You got up and walked into the kitchen after you kissed his chin.

…

You didn’t eat at the dining table; you almost never did. Sitting together on the couch was something you both preferred, enjoying the proximity even if you didn’t have anything to talk about. Right now, you are commenting and laughing at the events that took place earlier on your run, mouths full of food, and still looking like you don’t know what soap is. After you finished eating, you took your plates and carried them over to the sink. When you came back, Daryl was resting on the couch with his eyes closed.

You tried to ignore the feeling of nervousness as you walked over to him and put your elbow next to his head on the headrest of the couch. He opened his eyes and looked at you, his eyebrows slightly raised. Leaning towards his ear, you couldn’t back out now.

"Im going to take a shower, and I wouldn’t be opposed to some company." You pressed a quick kiss on his forehead and started going up the stairs without making eye contact. You made sure to know where his boundaries were on touching, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but you were still the one initiating any form of physical intimacy, and Daryl was still getting used to the affection. However, taking a shower together was something you'd never done before.

You climbed into the shower after stripping and stepped under the stream of water, keeping your fingers crossed. As you were halfway through scrubbing off the dirt from your body, you heard the bathroom door close, so you smiled to yourself.

"’S not nice to bribe someone." Observant as always. He climbed into the shower with you, giving you a second to steal a quick peek, but he noticed that too, raising his eyebrow.

"Tricking? Well, if you don’t want this, you can just go to sleep." He pulled you closer to him by your waist, so you put your hands against his chest.

"I ain't stupid." You moved your arms around his neck, allowing him to kiss you, before you pulled away and grabbed a bottle of shampoo, turning around and smiling at him.

"Be good, kay?" You teased him as you poured some into your hand and started scrubbing his hair with it.

Daryl missed you. Not because he didn’t see you; he didn’t leave you out of his sight on the run, but because he missed moments like these. Moments where you silently enjoyed each other's company without anyone else around. He wouldn’t be washing his hair otherwise, and getting to admire your naked form was a welcomed bonus in his book. Enjoying the way your fingers massaged his scalp and your proximity, he squeezed your waist.

You smiled. That was "I love you" in Daryl. A kiss wouldn’t hurt, so you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.

And then you didn’t separate.

"Hey, let me finish first." You spoke with a breathless giggle after what felt like a few seconds.

"Don’t you always finish first, princess?" You felt him smirk against your neck before he continued kissing it. The distractions as you struggled to rinse his hair didn’t stop, and Daryl loved feeling you periodically stop moving your hands as you tried to regain your composure.

"Come on, you know what I mea- ah!" You gasped when you felt his hand on your breast while he pulled you even closer by your hip.

"Finish what ya started, darlin"

Washing long forgotten, you decided two could play that game.

He let out a small grunt when you suddenly stepped forward, pressing yourself against him completely. You took one of his hands and moved it to your ass as you kissed and nibbled on his neck, your hands now slightly pulling his hair. You felt your back hit the wall and his lips on yours, hands heatedly grabbing at your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Let me finish what I started, Dixon." You teased him and started pulling away, just for him to pull you even closer.

"You can skip the conditioner."

Maybe he will start showering more often.