#i love complimentary outfit sets okay

[cottonfeltgembira]

What reading Yosuke's wiki page leads to apparently (Theres something wrong with him)

I got super serious about the nurse outfit and wanted it to be super cute... orz now im just sad this isnt a real outfit in game Yu couldve been serving cunt unseen before by the universe

bonus : my private tweet studying how to draw Yu where i say im scared of cuntifying him.... ahaha

[pedroscurls]

training partners

summary: you hire a new personal trainer to get you back on track, but you don't realize that she's also hugh jackman's trainer until you show up to the gym. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), reader has some description (hair, outfit), sexual tension (lingering gazes, teasing / complimentary banter, soft touches - come on, hugh jackman will be spotting you), no use of y/n. word count: 5.7k a/n: ok, so this is my first real person fanfic in a very long time. i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman and this is purely fictional (all in my delulu mind). next part.

That night, your trainer sent you a text to let you know that your next session tomorrow morning with her would include another person. You didn’t mind, though, you had been training with her for over three months now and she had gotten you back on track. Not only with your physical health, but you were back on track to loving yourself and putting yourself first. 

Your boyfriend of three years had broken up with you before you hired your personal trainer. Throughout that relationship, you had let yourself go. You prioritized him in ways that you never planned to and the feelings were never reciprocated. You always put more into the relationship than he did. You were heartbroken though and still recovering from losing him, but you had come to realize that him breaking up with you was a blessing in disguise. You weren’t happy. You knew that you had fallen out of love with him, but you just couldn’t bring yourself up to be the one to end the relationship. 

And now, meeting your personal trainer three times a week has been something you looked forward to. She always pushed you past your limits, very well aware of your potential, and she always made sure to hold you accountable – with your workouts, with your diet, but most importantly, with your self-talk. She had truly become someone you can rely on and as the months passed, she became a close friend. 

You read the text she sends you: Hey, I hope you don’t mind, but someone is gonna join us tomorrow. I’ve been training him for years and we’ve had trouble finding a good day and time for him to train with me. It’s possible that this will become more permanent since he’s so busy. I hope that’s okay!  

After all that she’s helped you through, you knew you couldn’t complain. Besides, you wouldn’t mind her attention being elsewhere. You knew she would still be there to help you. So, you send a reply: That’s fine with me! It’ll give me a bit of a break if your attention is on him, instead of me. 

She replies quickly: You’re not gonna be slacking off, if that’s what you’re getting at. 

You laugh to yourself and then send her a wink emoji followed by another message: Of course not! I’ll see you tomorrow. 

—

The following morning, you pull up to the gym and climb out of your car. There are two other cars in the parking lot – you know one belongs to your trainer, but the other, you aren’t sure whose it is. Climbing out, you grab your duffle bag and water bottle before making your way inside. You’ve always dressed in an oversized hoodie and spandex shorts when going to the gym and today is no different. You’re wearing a faded black oversized hoodie with black spandex shorts and gym shoes with white socks. Your hair is in a single dutch braid, but is covered when you put the hood over your head and your headphones draped around your neck. 

Once inside the gym, you notice your trainer setting up but you look around and don’t notice anyone else there. Huh, you think to yourself. Maybe it’ll just be me after all. 

You walk over to her and greet her with a hug, setting your duffle bag and water bottle in the corner. “I thought you said there’d be someone else today and it looks like there’s another car outside, but I just see you.”

“Oh, he’s in the bathroom.” she chuckles and then points in the direction of the mats to signal for you to start stretching. “Go ahead and stretch. We’re gonna be doing a full body workout and we’ll start with a cardio warmup.” 

“Yes, coach,” you salute, causing you both to let out a laugh. 

You begin stretching, putting on your headphones over the hood and letting the music play in your ears. Surprisingly enough, you’re playing the soundtrack from The Greatest Showman and it pumps you up, gets you ready for what you expect to be a grueling workout. You’re on all fours, doing the cat-and-cow stretch for several seconds before you see a pair of feet in your peripheral. 

You turn your head completely and look up at the man who decides to begin stretching next to you, flashing you a smile that immediately makes your stomach do flips. He’s wearing a black tank top with black shorts and he’s saying something, but you can’t hear him. You can’t even speak, but then he points to your headphones and you blush instantly. Of course you couldn’t hear him, you’re blaring From Now On and you’re sure that he can hear it from his end with how loud your music is. You remove your headphones, letting it rest around your neck and pausing the song. 

“You know, listening to music that loud can hurt your eardrums, I hear.” He speaks and you melt instantly, his Australian accent thick. 

“Gets me ready for a workout.” 

“What does? The song or how loud you’re listening to it?” He winks. 

“So, you heard what song was playing.” 

“I did. What can I say?” He smiles. “It’s a good song.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out. “You’re literally Hugh Jackman and I’m trying not to freak out over here, but I don’t think I’m doing a great job.”

He lets out a quiet chuckle and then reaches out a hand for you to take. You realize that you’re still on all fours, staring at the man who you’ve had a crush on since he became the Wolverine. Quickly, you move to sit properly, not really wanting to introduce yourself in a position that can be taken as very inappropriate.

“Well, I’m Hugh,” he winks, his Australian accent coming through thickly. 

You reach for his hand and gently shake it, looking down at it. His hand is so much larger compared to yours. You introduce yourself and tell him your name before dropping his hand, biting your lower lip as you look around to see your trainer look through her notebook. 

“Nice to meet you,” you finally say. “I’m sorry if I’m crashing your session.”

“I think I should be the one that’s sorry,” he says. “This is only the day and time that works for me right now and she’s the best of the best,” Hugh continues, pointing in the direction of our personal trainer. “She’s helping me get back into shape for the Wolverine.” 

“Oh, so you are coming back?” 

Hugh chuckles and lowers his eyes to the mat before he looks back at you. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that, but yeah. I’m comin’ back.” 

“Well good,” you reply, standing up after you’ve finished stretching. You look down at him and let your eyes rake in his body. It’s one thing to see him in pictures, but it’s another to see him in person, this close. “I always did like the Wolverine. One of my favorites, actually.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, his eyes lowering to your exposed legs and back up to your eyes. 

You can feel the tension thicken in the air between you as you both stare at each other. Your eyes can’t help but rake over his arms, the veins along his biceps, his chest flexing with each movement. You clear your throat and nod, biting your lower lip. “Definitely. Guess I got a thing for older men.” You don’t give him a chance to respond before you walk away and leave him to continue his stretching, but you do feel his eyes on you as you walk away. 

You approach your trainer and look at her with wide eyes. “Um, you should have told me you’re Hugh Jackman’s trainer!” 

She laughs and looks over your shoulder at him who’s still staring at you. “If I did, would you have come?”

“No, probably not. I’d be too scared. I won’t be able to keep up with him. I mean, have you seen him? He’s jacked!” 

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You can keep up with him,” she reassures. “Trust me.” 

“Well, what if I can’t? I’m gonna make a complete fool out of myself and–”

“Stop.” She interrupts and points at you. “You’re spiraling and you don’t need to. You’re not here to compete with him. You’re both here to work out and who knows, maybe having him here will push you extra hard.”

“You already push me extra hard,” you say. “I leave completely drenched after every workout I have with you.”

“You don’t have to impress anyone. He’s here to workout. You’re here to workout. Remember why you started,” she replies. “And remember how far you’ve come.”

“You’re right,” you nod. “You’re right. He’s just so…” you sigh dreamily and then look over your shoulder to see him stand up and begin making his way over to you both. “Hot.” 

She laughs, “Well, I hear he’s single.”

“Oh my god, he would never go for me! I mean, he’s completely famous and I’m just… Me.”

“There’s that negative self-talk again,” she tsks. “I’m gonna have to put you through a really tough ass workout to make you think of yourself differently.”

“Okay, okay,” you tease. “I’m amazing. I’m perfect. I’m–”

“Beautiful,” Hugh interrupts and winks in your direction. “Sorry, should I have not chimed in there?”

Your cheeks begin to heat up and the pit of your stomach feels like butterflies are swarming in there. He’s staring at you with a grin on his face and it makes you look away shyly. 

“Okay, lovebirds. Can we get this workout started?” Your trainer interrupts, laughing quietly. 

“Um, yeah. Let’s, um, yeah, let’s workout.” You walk over to the stairmaster and climb on it before you see Hugh do the same next to you. You look over your shoulder to see your trainer walk towards the speakers to play the music to get you both ready, but she knows that you like to listen to your own music when warming up.

This gives Hugh enough time to gently lean over and tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. You look up at him with big, hopeful eyes and he’s staring back directly into yours. 

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line there,” he says genuinely. “I just–”

“It’s okay,” you interrupt, smiling up at him. “If we’re giving each other compliments, then I think you’re hot.” 

Hugh looks down and lets out a quiet chuckle. “Even for an old man?” 

“Oh, you’d be hot if you were my age too. But I like that you’re older. Gives you bit of an edge.” 

“An edge, huh?”

“Well, I have always had a crush on you, so…” 

Hugh smirks and he’s about to say something before your trainer speaks up to begin your warmup for fifteen minutes. You then nod in his direction before putting the headphones back on and starting the machine. You’ve always put your all into each workout and you have to tell yourself that you shouldn’t act any differently because the Hugh Jackman is working out with you. You had been so nervous and anxious to be working out alongside Hugh that you didn’t realize just how far you had come, just like your trainer mentioned earlier. For years, you had put someone else before you, put their needs before your own, and for once since then, you feel like you have control over your life again. 

And for once, you knew what you wanted and you were going to go after it. 

—

Fifteen minutes later, you and Hugh both stop the machine and climb off of it. You remove your headphones and take off your hood, already drenched in sweat. You look in Hugh’s direction and notice the sweat slicking off his frame as well, his tank top stained with sweat. You clear your throat and walk over to your duffle bag, setting your headphones inside and grabbing your small towel to wipe the sweat from your brows and temples. You know you’re going to end up removing your hoodie soon, but you feel a bit self-conscious and wish you should have worn a t-shirt because once you remove your hoodie, you’ll be dressed in just a sports bra and spandex. 

You then realize that Hugh’s bag is right next to yours and see him grab his own bottle of water and towel to cool himself down before the start of your workout. 

��Aren’t you hot in that hoodie?” Hugh asks. 

“I like to get a good sweat in,” you blurt out. You clear your throat, not believing that you just said that. “I mean, I just–”

Hugh smiles. “No, no. I understand. It’s like your own personal sauna.” 

“Sure, kinda.” You gnaw at your lower lip before you stand upright, holding onto your bottle of water. “I mean, eventually, this is gonna come off because she makes me work,” you laugh, referring to your personal trainer. “But I like to keep my body and muscles warm.” 

“Ah, so I will get to see what you got hiding underneath there,” he grins. “I mean, your legs look great. I’m eager to see what else you got.” 

Your cheeks heat up once more. “Oh, I wouldn’t be too excited. I don’t have arms like yours.” 

Hugh chuckles and looks down at his own arms, flexing them in front of you and you feel the heat rush immediately between your legs. God, he’s just so muscular and chiseled and– 

“I’d be impressed if you did,” Hugh winks. “Now come on. If we keep her waiting, she’s just gonna make us pay for it,” he continues, pointing to your trainer before he reaches down to take your hand. 

“Ah yeah, that’s a good point. Thanks,” you say, taking his hand as he hoists you up to your feet. You stumble a bit and fall into him, your hands immediately reaching out to brace yourself on his chest. You clear your throat, feeling the hardened muscles underneath your fingertips. His hands fly to your waist to keep you steady and you’re extremely aware of how close you two are. 

“Oh, be careful,” he whispers quietly, looking down at you. “Would hate for you to get injured.” 

“Good thing I’ve got a big, strong man to brace my fall.” 

Hugh chuckles and then releases his hold on you, making you do the same as you both take a step back to create some distance between the both of you. “You’re good for my ego. I’m thinkin’ I’m gonna have to get your number later so that I can be around you all the time.” 

“Are you asking me for my number? The Hugh Jackman?” 

Hugh laughs. “Would that be alright?” 

“I guess we’ll see after today’s training session.” You smile in his direction, feeling more and more confident as the minutes pass. You walk away from him and make your way to your trainer who has two sets of dumbbells next to each other. One set is obviously heavier than the other and you know it’s for Hugh. 

“We’re gonna start off with some bicep curls, supersetting it with bent over rows.” Your trainer begins, continuing to list off the rest of what the workout will consist of. You know that you’ve gotten stronger than when you first started and you try not to focus so much on the man next to you and focus solely on improving than the last time you had trained. 

“After this superset, we’re gonna then move onto a barbell bench press and we’ll also superset it with push-ups.” 

Your trainer continues to speak and you look in the mirror to find that Hugh’s staring at you too. You smile to yourself and then turn your attention to your trainer. She mentions that you will also both be doing squats with a superset of pull-ups. Once she finishes, you watch her make her way to the speaker to turn it up louder. 

Throughout the first exercise, you remain focused on your form, inhaling and exhaling when needed. You feel the burn in your biceps when curling the dumbbells and the burn in your back muscles when doing the bent over rows. You’re dripping in sweat and by the time the first superset is finished, you finally lift the ends of your hoodie over your head. You walk over to your things to drop the hoodie into your duffle bag, grabbing your towel to once again wipe away the sweat. 

Now dressed only in black spandex shorts and a black sports bra, you look up to see Hugh’s eyes taking in your newly exposed frame. He tries to be subtle with where he’s looking, but when your eyes meet his, a shy smile lines his lips. He mouths sorry and then turns away to walk over to the bench where your trainer is setting up. 

“Alright, who wants to go first?” Your trainer asks. 

You speak up instantly. “I’ll go first.”

Your trainer smiles. She always loved your eagerness. “Perfect. We’ll warm up with the bar, both of you.” She points to the bench and you nod, brushing past Hugh to lie back on the bench. You arch your back on the bench and reach up to grip onto the barbell above you. 

“This should be easy for you,” your trainer says. “Aim for 15, but slow and controlled.” 

You nod and unrack the bar before dropping it low to your chest before pressing it back up above you. You focus on your breathing and form as you continue the movements for 15 reps. Once you’re done, you re-rack the barbell and then sit up, looking up at Hugh who’s staring down at you with an impressed look on his face. 

“Same thing for you, Hugh.”

Hugh makes the barbell look like it weighs close to nothing, yet he still controls his movements. You can’t help but watch his muscles flex as he presses the bar for the required amount of reps. It does something to you, seeing him like this, focused and completely in his element. You bite your lower lip and then see him stand up from the bench. He walks away for a moment to retrieve his towel and bottle of water, which gives you enough time to add weight to each side of the barbell. 

This continues for four sets until the last set, your trainer adds 15 pounds to each side, totaling 75 pounds for you to press. You look over at her with wide eyes. “You think I’m able to do 75 pounds?” you ask genuinely. 

“Oh yeah, it’s gonna be easy for you.” 

“But what if–”

She interrupts. “Self-talk,” she says simply. “You can do it. Aim for 3 reps. That’s all.”

Then, Hugh gently nudges you with his shoulder. “You can do it,” he comments, adding your name at the end of his sentence. “And if you want, I can spot you.”

The trainer nods, “That’d be great, Hugh.” Hugh then moves to stand at the top of your head and watches you lie back on the bench. You look up, biting your lower lip at how close his lower half is to you and while you should be focused on bench pressing your personal best, you can’t help but your mind drifting to him. 

“You ready, love?” Hugh asks, the term of endearment slipping past his lips. 

You nod and then place your hands on the bar to unrack before you let it drop slowly to tap your chest before you push it above you with difficulty. It’s heavier than you’ve ever bench pressed before, but having Hugh hover nearby gives you the confidence and strength to do this. 

“Great job, that’s one.” Your trainer says and then you continue for the next two reps without any issue. “Go for five,” she adds.

At the last rep, you struggle, but Hugh’s there to help you push the bar above your chest and then re-rack it. You sit up and grin, sweat dripping from your temples as you stand up. 

“I did it. Oh my god, I did it.” You say with a grin, practically jumping up and down with pride and you quickly move over to hug Hugh, not realizing what you’re doing. Once you do though, you pull back immediately and the heat in your cheeks begin to rise. “Sorry. I just got excited and–”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hugh smiles, his hand moving to rest on your lower back. “You did great. It’s somethin’ to be proud of.”

“Alright, Hugh. You’re up.” Your trainer says with a smile and his hand slowly drops from your back to then add more weight to the bar. 

You move to the mats to do push-ups, but you can’t help but be distracted by Hugh. There is at least one 45 pound plate on each side of the bar and he’s pressing it so easily. His muscles are flexing and you can hear him grunting and it makes you squeeze your legs, clenching around nothing. It’s when he stands up from the bench that he makes eye contact with you and flashes you a wink. 

Oh god, you think to yourself. He definitely knows what you were just doing. 

Throughout the rest of the workout, you and Hugh train without issue. You find that you train really well together, pushing each other to the limit, but also very considerate once you’ve each hit that limit. When it came time to squats though, you find that Hugh’s eyes are glued onto you with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes take in your frame, lingering on your legs and definitely your backside. You pride yourself in the strength you have with squats, being able to add a 45 and a 25 lb plate to each side, totaling 185. 

“Oh, you can do way more than 185,” Hugh says with a chuckle. “That’s way too easy for you.”

“That’s exactly what I said last week,” your trainer laughs. “I think you can at least add another ten pounds each side.”

“That’d be 205 total,” you say hesitantly. “I don’t know…”

“Come on. Let’s add ten each side.” Hugh says, grabbing two ten pound plates and handing one to your trainer. He slides one on one side of the bar while your trainer does the other side. He motions for you to get in position and then steps behind you. “I got you. I’ll spot you again.” 

“But–”

“Self-talk,” your trainer calls out. 

“Fine.” You get underneath the barbell and place it between your shoulder blades as your hands come up to grip the bar. You take a deep breath, looking in front of you in the mirror and seeing Hugh nod reassuringly. “If I’m not able to squat this–”

“You got this,” Hugh interrupts. “It’s all in the mind, love. You gotta believe you can do it.” 

Love. The term of endearment actually motivates you and you take a deep breath before unracking the bar and taking three steps backwards. The bar rests heavily between your shoulders as you squeeze your shoulder blades tight and then you take a deep breath and slowly lower yourself to a squat. Hugh squats with you, arms stretched outwards underneath your own and then stands up once you do. He sees you struggle a bit, but then he watches as you push through your heels until you stand back upright. 

“See, easy,” he whispers into your ear. 

“You’re distracting me,” you call over your shoulder. 

Hugh chuckles and then lets you continue your set of reps. He’s in awe of you. There’s not a lot of people that can keep up with him or his trainer, but he finds your dedication and eagerness to push yourself incredibly attractive. He finds you incredibly attractive. He isn’t paying attention until you re-reack the bar and accidentally bump into him, your backside fully pressed against his front. 

Your trainer wasn’t in the room at the moment, having had to leave to go to the bathroom, so luckily, she wasn’t here to witness the tension that begins to thicken in the air again. Hugh’s hand darts out to rest on your hip, realizing that you were not stepping away from him. 

“You’re impressive,” Hugh whispers, hand tightening on your hip. He feels you push back against him and he growls lowly into your ear. “You keep that up, love and–”

“Hugh,” you whisper, slowly turning around to look up at him. Your hands move to his chest, feeling him flex underneath your fingertips. His other hand comes up to rest on your other hip, pulling you flush against him as the front of your bodies press against one another. “We’re all sweaty,” you point out. 

“Doesn’t bother me.” 

“I think I like having you as my training partner,” you say quietly. 

“Training partner, huh? I like the sound of that.” 

“So, about my number…” you begin, biting your lower lip. 

“Yeah?” 

You really want it?” 

Hugh nods. “Yeah, I really want it.” 

You can’t help but notice the true meaning behind both of your words and you’re about to lean in when you hear the sound of a door opening. Quickly, you pull back from Hugh and look up at him. He’s smiling in your direction and then moves away to remove the weight off the bar. 

“Let’s finish this session and then we can talk.” 

—

After two hours, you and Hugh finally finish the training session with your trainer. You’re lying on your back on the mats, trying to cool down and catch your breath before your trainer gently nudges your foot. You sit up and then stand on your feet. 

“Are you okay with Hugh joining us more regularly? You two are good partners.” she says, arms crossed over her chest. 

“Yeah, that’s fine with me. That was a really good workout,” you point out. 

“Good workout because he was here or because–”

“Because of you!” you interrupt with a chuckle. “And it helps that he’s here too.” 

She laughs. “You did really well today. I know you got in your head a few times there, but you showed up for yourself. How do you feel?”

You shrug. “I’m a work in progress, but today was a good day. I’d consider it a win.” 

“Good,” she replies. “I’m proud of you. It’s not easy, but you’re putting yourself first and that’s a huge improvement from when we first met.” 

“I’m trying,” you say. “Taking it day by day, but I’m feeling good about myself. I feel like I finally have control again.” 

“Well, you deserve all the good things in this world. You just gotta believe that too. I’ll see you next week.” Your trainer walks away to start cleaning up and she waves at Hugh who’s walking towards you now. 

He leans down to grab his bag and drapes it over his shoulder as he looks down at you. “So, I think we’re training partners now.”

“I heard,” you smile. “Will that be okay? I know you have extreme training to do to become Wolverine again, but–”

“Of course it will be okay. Seeing you push yourself out of your comfort zone helps push me out of mine. This will be a good thing. Trust me.”

“Oh, I’ve done a lot of trusting you today,” you tease, grabbing your bag and slinging it across your body. You both wave at your personal trainer before leaving the gym and walking outside to your cars. 

“And I haven’t failed yet, have I?” he asks, walking alongside you to your car. 

“No. No, you haven’t.” 

“Good,” Hugh smiles. “I don’t plan to.” He watches you place your duffle bag into your trunk and then before he could speak, you reach your hand out, palm facing upwards. “What?” 

“Phone please, sir.” 

Hugh’s eyes narrow down at you. Sir. He wants to push you against your car and just devour you, but he has to refrain himself. He reaches for his phone and then hands it to you, watching as you type away. Once you return it back to him, he looks down at his phone and lets out a soft chuckle. He sees your number, but then he notices the name that you entered. 

Training partner 💪

“Oh, very clever,” he smiles. 

“Maybe if I get as muscular as you, we’ll upgrade that to swole-mate.” 

Hugh laughs, his nose wrinkling as the sound of his laughter comes deep from within. It makes you smile that you’re able to make him laugh. You had put him on a pedestal for being a famous actor, but after spending just a few hours with him today, he’s so much more normal than you thought. 

“Swole-mate, huh?” Hugh says after his laughter slowly dies down. “Is that a play on word for soulmate?” 

“Maybe,” you chuckle. “It’s dorky, I know. I was just kidding.” 

“No, I like it. You don’t have to be muscular to be my swole-mate. So, I’m just gonna go ahead and change that.” He then types away on his phone and then turns it in your direction. 

You smile to yourself and see the new name that’s now attached to your number.

Swole-mate 💪

“Perfect,” you say with a smile. 

“I think so.” Hugh responds, staring deeply into your eyes. “So, I guess I’ll see you next week.”

“Yes, you will. Thank you for spotting me today… And pushing me.”

“Happy to do it.” Hugh winks. “Get home safe.”

“You too, Hugh.” 

—

Later that night, you stare at your phone and realize that while you had given your number to Hugh, he hadn’t given you his. You try to reflect on today’s events, but your mind keeps drifting to Hugh. There was certainly something there between the both of you, something unspoken. You convince yourself that the attraction is mutual – after all, you couldn’t help but think back to that moment at the squat rack. You felt every inch of him when you pressed back into him and his hands on your hips– 

You sigh, trying to shake the thoughts out of your mind. There was no way that someone like Hugh Jackman would be interested in someone like you. He’s famous and he could have any woman he wanted and you… Well, you were just normal. 

Your mind continues to drift, but you feel your phone vibrate. It takes you out of your thoughts and you look down to see an unsaved number. Opening the message, a smile begins to line your lips and your heart begins to flutter with emotions you hadn’t felt in a very long time. 

UNKNOWN: Hello, swole-mate. 

You don’t even need to ask who it is because before you can even respond, another message pops up. 

UNKNOWN: It’s Hugh, by the way. 

You lie back on your bed, phone in your hand as you stare up at it with a goofy grin on your face. It feels like you’re a teenager all over again talking to your crush. You then add his number to your contacts list and add the same name that he has on his.

YOU: Hello, Hugh. 

Then, after a few seconds, your phone begins to ring. You answer it without hesitation and hear his voice on the other end of the line. It sounds so much deeper and his accent is thicker as he begins to talk.

“I had to make sure you gave me your actual number,” Hugh chuckles. 

“Why would I give you a fake number? When Hugh Jackman asks for your number, you gotta give the right one.”

He laughs. “You know, I’m a normal person too.”

You smile to yourself. “You’re the Wolverine, Hugh. I think saying you’re normal isn’t doing you justice.” 

“What would you call me then?” He asks.

“I don’t know.”

“Hot, maybe?” Hugh teases. 

“Okay, okay. That got to your head, didn’t it?” 

You can hear Hugh laugh all day if you could. It’s so infectious and it makes you giggle too. “Maybe. Just surprised that someone like you thinks an old man like me is hot.”

“Here we go with the old man thing again,” you giggle. “Have you seen yourself, Hugh? You don’t strike me as old.”

“Oh, well my bones and joints will disagree with you, love.” 

Love. There it is again and your stomach feels like it’s doing flips. 

“You know, you are very distracting, Hugh.” 

“Yeah? Am I distracting you right now?” 

“Maybe…”

Hugh chuckles and then responds, “You’re very distracting too.” 

“And we’re training partners,” you say with a quiet laugh. 

“Actually, we’re swole-mates.” 

You can’t help but laugh as you turn onto your tummy and bury your face into your pillow. Your cheeks are heating up as you hear Hugh’s voice on the other end.

“What’s so funny?” 

“Can’t believe I got you to say swole-mates.” 

Hugh chuckles. “Listen, um…” You can hear him breathing on the other end and it seems like he’s hesitating. Nervous. Anxious, maybe. 

“Yeah?” 

“Do you want to come by my place and have lunch after our workout next week?” He finally asks. 

You bite your lower lip and without hesitation, you reply. “That’d be great. Are you gonna cook for me, Hugh?” 

Hugh lets out a breath of relief and then chuckles. “That’s the plan, yeah.”

“Oh, then I’d love to have lunch with you.” 

“I’ll pick you up and we can ride together to the gym?” He asks. 

“That sounds great, Hugh.” You can’t help but imagine all of the different things that could happen and you can just feel Hugh’s hands on your hips, his length pressed against you as it was earlier. You need it. You need him. You weren’t the type of person to indulge in casual relationships, but after your last and most recent failed relationship, it’s time you prioritize yourself (and that includes your needs and desires). 

“Alright then, love. We should call it a night.” 

“Okay, Hugh. I’ll text you my address.”

“Perfect. Good night,” he says softly. 

“Good night, Hugh.”

You hang up the phone and then look up at the ceiling once you roll onto your back. You have one week until you see him next and you’re sure that something will happen and it excites you. Hugh excites you. 

Before you go to bed that night, you send a text to Hugh with your address. Within a few seconds, he replies.

HUGH: Great. Can’t wait to see you next week. Good night, love. 

[kimbappykidding]

When Seventeen get drunk and flirt with you, their crush

Scoups - The cute flirt

You and your members all loved drunk Scoups because he became such a complimentary hype man when he'd had a few drinks. 

He saw you and your members walk in and immediately began to clap "you've killed it again ladies! Each and everyone one of you looks stunning". You and your members all began to blush but none as much as you. You had a small crush on Scoups and secretly loved how attentive he became drunk. "Aww thanks, can you believe y/n was unsure of her outfit?" one of your members asked drawing Scoups' attention exclusively to you. You glared at her but that didn't last long because then you realised Scoups was looking at you. He quickly scanned your outfit before smiling "you're kidding right? Y/n you're so hot I'm worried you’re going to overheat! That outfit is amazing and so are you". Your members smiled as your eyes widened and you blushed even more "I...you look good too Scoups". "Thanks but come on I'm not as good as you" he said smiling "can I get you guys your first round of drinks?". "Ow you don't have to" you tried but Scoups shook his head "no come on, we're in the same company and as the elder I have to look out for you guys so allow me". Your leader shrugged, happy she wouldn't have to cover it "okay, y/n why don't you go with him? She knows what we like". Scoups grinned "great come on y/n" and tugged you to the bar.

Once there you rattled off the order to the bartender who then started preparing all the drinks. Scoups stood there smiling at you in a happy daze and you chuckled "thanks for saying that back there about my outfit...it made me feel a lot more confident". "No need to thank me because it was all 100% true" Scoups smiled. You shrugged "well I didn't agree with the stuff you said about yourself...you look good too". Scoups tried to brush it off "no I don't but hey I'm okay with not being that good looking" and that broke you. "But you are!" you said slightly more forecefully than you meant and Scoups paused “sorry I didn’t mean to upset you I just don’t see myself that way”. “Well that really sucks but a lot of people do” you pouted. “I’m sure there are many kind people like you” he agreed and you shook your head “I’m not being kind Scoups, you are gorgeous! Your hair is so fluffy I just want to play with it all the time. You have the kindest smile and your lips are so plump and luscious that everyone is obsessed with them! So don't undersell yourself please". Scoups was a blushing mess "I...you...I’ll try not to” he agreed and you nodded “good”.  

The bartender set the drinks down in front of you and Scoups paused "how about I help you take these to your table?". You nodded "that'd be nice...you could also stay if you want? If your friends don't need you right away". "I'd love to" Scoups beamed and you walked away together.

Jeonghan - The flirty tease

Your relationship with Jeonghan was already pretty flirty so there was really no difference when he was drunk. He was still as mischievous and playful as ever but he tended to get a little more...promiscuous, like nudging you towards his members only to yank you back to him.  

"Y/n have you been asked to dance yet?" Jeonghan asked. You shook your head and Jeonghan smiled "great neither has Joshua maybe you can dance together". You paused taken aback and Jeonghan smiled "unless you'd like someone else to dance with you?". You rolled your eyes and extended a hand to Joshua "I'm game if you are". "You know what? I'd love to" Joshua smiled taking your hand. You shot Jeonghan a look and led Joshua to the dance floor.

Jeonghan smirked watching you with Joshua and The8 leaned into Scoups "is this like some weird foreplay between him and y/n?". Scoups shrugged "kinda, it's basically a big game of chicken. They see how far they can push it before the other cracks and admits they want the other". The8 nodded "only when they're drunk?". "They play it when they’re sober too but when Jeonghan’s drunk like this he always goes a little further". "Kinky" The8 commented and Scoups laughed. 

Joshua was in on the joke very familiar with Jeonghan's method of operations so he was more than happy to play along. "Don't worry his eyes are glued to you" he told you seeing you trying to watch Jeonghan from the corner of your eye "they have been since you first walked in". You blushed "well that's good at least but I don't want you to think I'm neglecting you. I'm dancing with you". Joshua nodded "but I know you like Jeonghan and that's fine...how about we do something to make him crack earlier than usual?". You smiled "what did you have in mind".

Jeonghan was still sipping his drink watching you and bobbing his foot to the music when Seungkwan nearly spit his drink out "is anyone else seeing this?". You and Joshua were still dancing but it was a lot different than before. Your bodies were way closer and you were looking at each other as if you wanted one another. Add that to the way you were both smiling and whispering and it looked pretty obvious what was happening. "But I thought y/n was with..." Dino said trailing off to see Jeonghan watching with a serious expression on his face. Scoups smiled and decided to fan the flames "well I guess she prefers a guy who doesn't play games like Joshua, can't say I blame her". Jeonghan shot Scoups a look before standing up "we'll see who she prefers" and he stormed over to you. The8 smirked "and the match goes to y/n!" and Scoups clinked glasses with him in toast. The thing Scoups liked most about you and Jeonghan was you knew exactly how to play him and when to call his bluff...you were perfect for Jeonghan.

Joshua - The smooth flirt 

You made it to the party several hours late but you were finally here. You greeted some people you knew and were just headed to the bar to get a drink when Joshua appeared beside you. You could tell by his smile and body language that he was fairly tipsy. "Hey so you finally got here?" he asked. You nodded "yeah the shoot went on forever, did I miss anything good?”. He shook his head “as far as I’m concerned my night started the second you walked in”. You smiled “Joshua are you drunk?”. He shrugged “I might’ve had a few drinks while I waited for you to arrive, had to occupy myself somehow huh?”. You chuckled at how nonchalant Joshua was being, he was usually chill but this was different. “I guess” you nodded and Joshua smiled, those beautiful eyes focusing on you. “Now you’re here the night can begin!”. 

Joshua led you to his table where he’d saved a seat for you and he had a bottle of your favourite drink chilling in an ice bucket. You smiled spotting it “but you hate drinking this stuff?” you questioned. Joshua shrugged “so? You like it” and he popped the cork. Jeonghan smirked watching “Dino tried to take some earlier and Joshua nearly chopped his hand off so i’d feel pretty special if I were you y/n”. You nodded “I’m beginning to” glancing to Joshua who poured you a glass just the way you liked. “Cheers” he said holding it out to you and you took it tentatively “thanks”. “You’re very welcome” Joshua replied still staring at you and you blushed. 

All night Joshua was attentive to you and just cool. His flirting was effortless and while you’d been kind of involved for a while he’d never been this straightforward with showing how he felt about you. You were thinking about this when Joshua caught you staring off into space. “You okay?” he asked and you nodded. “No you’re not, what’s wrong?” he asked. You smiled “I just...what’s changed?”. “Changed?” he asked and you nodded “you’re never usually this...like this” you said gesturing to the drink and his arm around the back of your chair. He paused “do you not like me like this?”. You shook your head “no I actually love it but what happened?”. Joshua smiled “I guess I just worked up the courage to do what I should’ve done all along. Would you be okay with this all the time?”. You almost laughed at how obvious the answer was “of course!”. Joshua blushed but didn’t say anything, he just pulled you closer. 

Jun - The Confident Flirt

Jun was naturally very extroverted and funny but he got pretty nervous in crowds and became a lot quieter. When he was drunk at a social event however all that anxiety was lessened and he became his louder funnier self.

You’d noticed this and watched impressed all night as Jun transformed into a confident social butterfly. Usually he never spoke more than 10 words to you but tonight he’d been chatting away and making you laugh none stop. You’d always found Jun attractive but his sense of humour was definitely his hottest feature.  "You know I have to admit I wasn't sure why they called you the funniest member of seventeen but now I get it" you told him. "You do huh?" Jun asked with a big smile on his face "what did it? What won you over?". You blushed to see this version of Jun. It was intimidating but you also liked it. "I'm not sure...you're just very naturally funny and your facial expressions are hilarious". Jun smiled "thanks but I was kind of showing off tonight...might've been doing it for you". You grinned "okay why have you been hiding drunk Jun for so long? Not that regular you isn't great but drunk you is so funny". Jun shrugged "well I mean this is regular me...kind of. I'm just more reserved in big social settings but this is how I am when I feel comfortable such as when I'm with friends or have drunk a lot of alcohol". You smiled "well I hope you can get more comfortable around me so I can see this side of you without copious amounts of alcohol being in your system". Jun smiled "yeah I hope so too". He held your eyes for several seconds until you looked down blushing. Jun chuckled and when you looked up he was still watching you. 

“Well we may as well use this confidence while we’ve got it” Jun said standing up. “What did you have in mind?” you asked and he smiled extending a hand to you “dance with me, I hear i’m really good at that drunk too”. You blushed but took his hand “I’ll be the judge of that” and walked into the group together.     

  Hoshi - Very obvious flirt

Nothing about Hoshi was subtle or quiet. 

The minute you walked in you could tell Hoshi was drunk from how loud he was being. He saw you and roared your name rushing across the room to you. He stopped inches away from you and smiled "hi". "Hey Hoshi...had a bit to drink huh?". He chuckled "yeah a little! Come and dance with me!. You were flustered by the sudden request but knew it was hard to get Hoshi to stop dancing when he was sober let alone when he was drunk so you gave your coat to your friend and let Hoshi take you to the dance floor. 

Even drunk he was still a great dancer and he managed to make you, with your two left feet look good. He twirled you and basically just made you laugh constantly before he suddenly turned a bit serious. Hoshi stared at you, his smile fading and you were about to ask what was wrong when he spoke. "You’re very beautiful y/n” Hoshi said and you blushed "thank you you look very handsome too". "I'm not just saying it to make conversation. I always think you look beautiful". You blushed even more "I knew you meant it...I don’t think you ever say anything without meaning it". Hoshi nodded "i wouldn't, especially not to you. You're special" and he moved even closer. You were now so red it looked like you were having heart problems so your friend Jun decided to take pity on you.

 "Hey can I borrow y/n for a sec?" Jun asked. Hoshi pouted but when you nodded he was fine with it. "Okay, I hope to see you later" he told you and walked away. "I thought you might need some help, you looked very flustered" Jun said and you nodded "I need water and some air stat to cool off". Jun grinned “come on" and led you outside. "So you and Hoshi...was it a good flustered or bad? I know he can get pretty full on sometimes". "Good" you said smiling "I thought he might like me back but I've never had a guy be so obvious and honest about it...I liked it". Jun smiled "well next time I won’t interrupt you then".

Woozi - Subtle flirt

Woozi didn’t drink often but when he did he’d become more affectionate towards the people he was fond of. You didn’t even notice you were one of those lucky people until your friend pointed it out. 

It was the small things such as how your drinks were always kept in the fridge on his shelf or how he’d never let the guys take your seat when you went to the bathroom. He was protective of you and it came out even more when he was drunk. 

Hoshi nearly crashed into you but Woozi caught him and yanked him sharply away from you. “Be careful, you’re going to crush people” he scolded the older boy who nodded. “Sorry” Hoshi apologised to you and you smiled “it’s okay”. Hoshi walked away and you nodded to Woozi “thank you”. Woozi blushed “no worries” and lapsed into silence. “I just want to say thanks for always looking out for me and taking care of me, it really makes me feel welcome here”. Woozi blushed but nodded “well you are welcome here and if you ever need anything just come find me. I’ll always be there for you”. You blushed and nodded “thanks I’ll keep that in mind”. Woozi nodded and moved away. 

You didn’t talk much the rest of the evening but you kept catching him watching you and blushing when you caught him. You eventually just went over to him and gently took his hand. Woozi looked shocked but laced his fingers through yours and held onto you. You didn’t move away from each other the entire night. 

Wonwoo - The hot flirt 

You'd known Wonwoo for roughly a year, ever since you started working at the company as a backing dancer. You hadn't had much interaction with the members until you went on tour with them for 2 months. You'd gotten paired with Wonwoo and got to know him through that. You'd found him attractive but that was to be expected when you were doing close intimate dances with a person night after night. You didn’t think anything of the tension between you but you should have.  

The tour had just finished and so to celebrate the boys had all chipped in to rent a loft. They'd invited all the staff too which you thought was such a sweet touch. You were a little late because you'd forgotten your phone and had to head back for it. So you got there after everyone and made your way to the loft's security. You told them you were here for the event but they said they needed proof. You weren't sure what they needed, it wasn't like Scoups had sent out a mass invite. You were texting your friend/colleague to come help you get in when a tall figure appeared. Wonwoo walked up to the guards and told them it was fine. They took one look at him and nodded and you didn't blame them. Wonwoo looked amazing. He was wearing a jet black suit and tie and looked very debonair. You were so stunned for a few seconds you forgot to move until Wonwoo called your name. 

That jolted you into existence and you nodded hurrying after him. "Thank you" you said as you walked in with him "I forgot my phone so was late and I didn't have any proof I was actually invited to this..." you trailed off as you got outside and saw the beautiful huge loft. "Wow no wonder they didn't think I belonged here" you laughed but Wonwoo shook his head "I think you fit right in here" and he glanced over your dress before looking you in the eye. "Can I buy you a drink? It's the least I can do after I've been running my hands all over you, night after night". Wonwoo's word choice made you blush and your stomach flutter but of course you nodded. "The very least" you joked back and Wonwoo gave a hint of a smile.  He was more relaxed than you'd ever seen him and you finally realised why. "Wonwoo are you drunk?". He shrugged "maybe a little but it's a celebration isn’t it?". You nodded "that’s true". "So why don't you join me?" he asked holding out a glass to you with a smile "i bet you're a gorgeous drunk". You blushed but took the drink and downed it. "Let's see".

DK - Bashful flirt 

Dk was all bark and no bite in numerous ways but flirting was one of them. Drunk he always got a slightly inflated confidence and would flirt with you but the second you flirted back, he’d become a mess and back down. It was rather fun for you though so as you saw DK drinking heavily you just sat back and waited.

You all started playing a board game version of truth or dare and Dk picked dare. “Tell the prettiest person your best pick-up line” Hoshi read and DK blushed, his eyes going to you straight away. His members hyped him up and DK sauntered over to you acting very confident in front of them. “Y/n” he called and you nodded “yes?”. “Are you feeling warm? Because you’re so hot you’re on fire” he managed to say with a straight face. His members cheered proudly but you just smiled “no I’m actually a little cold, would you like to come warm me up?”. Dk’s eyes widened and he went bright pink. He stood there staring at you as if stuck while his members fell apart and finally The8 tugged him away from you. He collapsed back in his chair and began fanning himself in a flustered mess. “Okay so DK failed at that and y/n get’s the point!” Hoshi called passing you DK’s card. You smiled taking it and shot a wink to DK which nearly finished him off for good. 

After that all night every time DK looked at you he blushed bright red and it was adorable. When you finally caught him alone you took pity on him “don’t worry I won’t flirt with you anymore DK. I don’t think your heart can take it”. He went bright red but nodded “thank you...i’ll get better at it eventually”. You shrugged “or don’t, you’re pretty cute all embarrassed and bashful”. DK stared at you before he burst “you said no more flirting! That was flirting!” blushing once more. You laughed “I’m sorry I didn’t even realise!” and DK smiled “sure...you’re one sneaky girl y/n”. You laughed “you have no idea”. You winked walking away and seconds later what you’d said sunk in. “That was flirting too y/n! You just can’t help yourself” DK called making you smile widely.  

Where DK was concerned you really couldn’t. 

Mingyu - Bad flirt 

When Mingyu got drunk his brain took a back seat and so while his confidence grew exponentially it didn't mean his flirting skills did. Your groups had been meeting for weeks now to nail the performance collaboration you were doing for the next big award show and Mingyu had been interested in you since day one. He knew with the performance only around the corner his time frame to ask you out was fading so when you all went out for drinks after work and they began working particularly fast on him, he decided to seize the moment. 

"Hey y/n" Mingyu said coming up to you at the bar and you nodded to him "hey Mingyu, you getting another drink". "Maybe" he replied and you paused confused why he was at the bar if he wasn’t getting another drink. You chuckled awkwardly "can't decide huh?". "Something like that" he replied staring at you and you nodded "sorry what?". Woozi who had seen Mingyu strut over to you quickly rushed over and grabbed the tall boy. "Hey Mingyu there you are! Scoups said he needs to speak to you real quick". Mingyu shrugged "tell him it can wait I need to ask y/n something". Woozi knew if Mingyu asked you out in his drunk state it would be messy and seriously decrease his chances of dating you so he persisted. "He said it's really urgent and he looked pretty mad so I wouldn't make him wait if I were you...I think it's something to do with the company". "Ow wow you should go see what it is. Don't worry I'm not going anywhere" you promised. Mingyu blinked processing what you'd said for a few seconds before nodding "okay" and he walked away unstably. "Is he okay?" you asked Woozi and he smiled "yeah he's just drunk. He turns into a baby giraffe when he's had too much". You smiled as Mingyu almost sent Dino flying across the table when he didn't see him and walked into him. "I can see that...it's kind of cute". Woozi chuckled "not many girls have had drunk Mingyu flirt with them and called it cute". "Wait that's what he was doing?" you asked and Woozi paused "you didn't realise?". "No I just thought he was confused or something...why was he flirting with me". Woozi paused once again "I'm not so sure I should answer that...I mean it's pretty obvious right? He has a thing for you". "He does! Since when?". "Since before our groups even came together!" Woozi cried before realising he probably shouldn't have said that. "Look I've said too much but just know Mingyu likes you okay and so if he happens to ask you anything in the next couple of days please just act surprised okay?". You nodded "got it" with a smile but inside you were panicking. 

Mingyu liked you! The idea someone as adorable and hot as Mingyu was interested in you made your stomach flutter and as you watched him across the room trying to hug DK you couldn't stop smiling. So you decided to beat him to it. You walked across the room and over to Seventeen's table. "Hey Mingyu can I borrow you for a second". "Y/n? Me?" he asked "you want to borrow me?". You nodded "if that's okay". Jun snorted "why borrow him for a second you can keep him all night if you want". "That is fine with me" Mingyu admitted completely innocently and you smiled "no don't worry it won't take long...I was just wondering if you were free Friday night?". Everyone at the table went silent and Mingyu stared at you for so long Jun had to hit him. "Come again?" he asked. You blushed slightly but repeated yourself "like on a date? Would you like to go on a date with me Friday night?". Mingyu started nodding adamantly and Scoups smiled "you might need to say something too, buddy". "Yes!" Mingyu said "I'd love to go on a date with you like so much". You smiled  "well great, here's my number. Why don't you text me tomorrow and we can sort something out?". Mingyu nodded taking the piece of paper from you "Yes! Yes I will put this somewhere safe because I can't find my phone right now...like with Jeonghan" he said as the older member took the paper from him "and text you tomorrow when I find it". Mingyu was grinning so widely it was adorable and you chuckled "well okay then...speak to you tomorrow". "You will, definitely" he nodded and with a final laugh you walked away. Sometimes being adorable was just as effective as being hot.

The8 - The cool flirt 

The8 did not get drunk easily but with everything he did, he made it look good.

His choice of alcohol was wine so he already looked classy drinking it. Your eyes kept getting drawn to him across the table and eventually he just smiled "you want a sip or something?". He was clearly tipsy by his confidence but he didn’t slur a single word. You blushed "erm I'm not sure wine is my kind of thing". "Well you don't know until you try" he said pushing his glass towards you. You picked it up and took a small sip, The8 watching your every move. You swallowed and nodded "it's nice...very rich". The8 smiled "I knew you had good taste" which made you blush all over again. After that you were very much flustered but The8 wasn't done. 

A popular Korean classic came on and the boys all wanted to dance. You opted out considering you weren't a performer and The8 did too but the members kept pestering until he got up. You were aware The8 was in the performance unit but seeing him freestyle made you realise just how talented he was. The way he moved was effortless and he just looked so cool. The members were egging him on and he seemed very much in the zone. He danced as if nobody was watching but nailed every single step. When the song finally finished he made his way back to the table and slipped into the seat across from you. He shrugged his jacket back on and looked at you "what?". "You just did that like it was nothing! How?". "Well I might’ve seen you staring at me and thought a show would be nice for you...did it work?". You blushed again "work? Erm well it was very impressive and cool". The8 smiled "perfect, maybe you'll let me show you a few steps then?" and held out a hand to you. You blushed even more "but I can't dance! I'm awful at it and next to you I'll just look...". "Beautiful" The8 said before you could finish your sentence "you'll look beautiful. You don’t have to be good at dancing to do it y/n. I want to dance with you because it's you. Not because you're a trained professional". You were slightly taken aback and didn’t know what to say but The8 was still standing in front of you with his hand out. “So what will it be?” he asked. Your heart pounding, you took his hand. Seungkwan - Concentrated flirt 

When Seungkwan got drunk he was hyper-aware of everything but especially people he cared about like you, his crush. By the time you entered the party he was already pretty gone and so his attention was on with laser-sharp focus. 

He bounded over to you after a grand total of 2 minutes and gave you a big welcome hug. “Great performance tonight by the way, it was the same one from your debut right?”. You paused but nodded “erm yeah...i’m surprised you noticed we thought nobody would”. Seungkwan shook his head “I never forget a good song y/n or great choreography, you girls all killed it but especially you. I love the part where you kick your feet up” he said and you laughed, touched he actually knew the choreo. As head dancer you got a lot of interest from guys but they usually only knew one of your title tracks and that was where their interest in your dancing ended. Seungkwan however meant every word and it was really endearing. 

You smiled “well you’re one to talk, your performance tonight was so great and hot! I never knew you had that in you”. Seungkwan paused, processing that you’d just called him hot and smiled “would you like to get a drink with me? I remember from before that you like cocktails and this bar seems to have a wonderful selection”. “How did you remember I like cocktails?” you asked and Seungkwas shrugged “ow I remember you saying it at Scoups’ birthday party last year”. You paused “Seungkwan that wasn’t last year it was 2 years ago! You remembered it all this time? Are you this attentive with everyone?”. Seungkwan shrugged “I am an excellent friend but I remember more when it’s about a pretty girl”. You blushed “Are you flirting with me?”. “Why don’t you have a drink with me and find out?” Seungkwan asked and he walked over to the bar without checking if you were coming. 

You of course followed. 

Vernon - Smiley and affectionate flirt

You loved when Vernon got drunk because he'd have a permanent smile on his face and anything seemed to make him happy. So you watched him across the table getting merrier and merrier and thought of how beautiful an image his smile was. However, being the good friend you were, you were also mindful that he had rehearsal tomorrow so should probably start sobering up. So you grabbed a glass of water and took it over to him. 

You sat down beside him and smiled "hey having a good time?". "Y/n" he smiled "I am, I'm having the best time what about you?". "I'm having a really good time too, I thought I'd bring you over some water so you don't feel bad tomorrow". Vernon's smile grew even wider "that's such a good idea. Thanks y/n you're so kind...you always look out for me". You smiled "of course! What are friends for?". Vernon nodded smiling at you "I know but I want you to know I appreciate everything you do, okay y/n? I appreciate you" he said purposefully pointing his hand at you with each word. You laughed taking his hand "and I appreciate you too Vernon". He smiled "that's nice" and laced his fingers through yours. You were surprised at the sudden movement but liked it. Vernon downed the glass of water and smiled as the boys made him laugh. You noticed he looked sleepy and smiled "you can lean on me if you want". "You sure?" he asked and you nodded moving your hair off your shoulder "sure, I know you like to nap so go for it. I'll wake you in when it's time for bed". Vernon smiled "thanks y/n" and laid his head on your shoulder falling asleep pretty quickly. 

You found drunk Vernon adorable and listening to him softly snoring made you feel rather protective of him. The members had picked up on the cute scene and you caught Hoshi making a kissy face at you. You rolled your eyes at him and mouthed a few choice words. The members all laughed but you didn’t mind the teasing. This was pretty damn cute and you were loving it. Dino - Forward flirt 

Dino had no tact so pretty much everyone knew about his crush on you but it got even worse when he was drunk. 

You’d been invited to a games night at the Seventeen house but arrived late due to work. The moment you got there Dino rushed forwards and took your coat and bag, pulling you into the room. “Y/n’s here!” he cried and the others all greeted you and waved. “I saved you a seat” Dino said and he led you to a space on the sofa you knew the guys always fought over. “Wow how did you manage to keep them off it?”. “Ow we tried but things got violent” Seungkwan admitted and you turned to Dino amused but he just shrugged “I called it for you, so I had to enforce the rule”. You chuckled and nodded along “sounds fair”.

They’d apparently waited for you to start the games and started breaking out into teams. “I wanna be with y/n” Dino said and the member smirked “and why’s that?” Scoups asked. Dino shrugged “because she’s the best and all the rest of you suck”. You smirked at how cute he was and nodded “i’m happy with that”. Dino grinned “we’re so going to win” and hugged you. 

You were getting a not-so-subtle sense from the rest of the guys that Dino had a thing for you and as the night went on you were more and more sure of that...so you began testing the waters. 

“You’re always so nice to me, why?” you asked and Dino shrugged “because I like you, a lot, as more than a friend”. You weren’t expecting him to just come out and say it and your eyes widened. Dino began to panic “shit was that too forward? I’m sorry”. You shook your head “no not at all, I like guys who are confident and say how they feel”. “You do huh?” Dino asked and you smiled “yeah...and I like you too”. Now Dino was bright red but still acting all cool and confident “great” he smiled “are you free this Friday?”. You nodded “yeah”. “Great i’m taking you out to dinner, is 7pm okay?”. You nodded “7 is great”. “Great” Dino echoed and he carefully put his arm around you. He stayed like that for the entire night with a huge smile on his face. 

Being blunt just pays off sometimes. 

[thespiritoflife]

Exchange Love story ~

My initials: MI

My preference: men

YOUR Love Story:

- first meeting:

I'm sensing somewhere you can see the horizon.

Like by beach or by the bay/port area.

The sun is setting.

It can be any typical, regardless of what day of the week.

I hear, "unexpected miracles in everyday life".

Like you never expected something amazing on such an ordinary day.

It could be, you leisurely strolling by a park or plaza and just end up enjoying the sunset by the water.

Intuition is not letting me share more, like it's a blurry image of colliding vibrant colors from there.

"Don't ruin the surprise", said my intuition.

So I'm not sure if there would be a local outdoor event that you happen to stumble upon or what.

The vibrant colors remind me of balloons and confetti.

I'm not allowed to divulge further than this aspect.

- first impression of your person:

Two words: "Pleasant surprise".

This person is like a breath of fresh hair for you.

Like, you could have been so tired from working all day.

Like an unexpected friendship.

You thought, "this person seems interesting. Okay, let's be friends." without you ever realizing that this person will be so much more for you in a few months after your first encounter.

Could be a bit taller than you.

Someone you didn't expect to know about a niche interest of yours.

Like, "Wait, you actually know about (insert topic)?! No way!!! I'm into that too!!"

I'm sensing this person ends up unexpectedly complimentary for you.

Like, you wouldn't even realise that you've fallen for this person.

I'm hearing the song, "Never Knew I Needed" by Neyo.

It's from the Princess and Frog movie.

That movie might be something you've watched before.

It's actually giving me that vibe. You two.

Like you work hard day in day out, so searching for Future spouse isn't really your main priority.

Also, I'm getting this person carries their outfit well.

A great body line. Like they wear the clothes, and not the clothes overwhelming them.

Not exactly strict brand conscious person, but they dress well.

Even on regular outfits, they're quite fashionable.

Also, you two might have a bit of a height difference.

Also age. And culture(?) not really sure of you're from two different foreign cultures or what. Like it could be, one of you is from the west coast, the other one is from the east coast.

Finally, your person is quite eloquent with their way of speaking.

- relationship dynamics:

Chaotic fun. Those two words came out so naturally.

Like you both know when to work hard and when to play hard.

But one of you might be anxious attachment style and the other is a bit more detached and tends to need space when overwhelmed.

I'm hearing, work on your communication skills if you want this to be a lifetime thing.

"Don't let the past override the great things in front of you."

That message was significant.

So one of you might be the jealous type, as the other is a bit pragmatic.

But both parties are wiling to put in the work to make the relationship work.

But yeahhhhhhhh, if the anxious person is feeling insecure, put their pride aside and please communicate.

"Be bigger than your anxiety". Message for the person that's anxious and insecure.

- personality:

Your person seems to be more grounded and mature.

Kinda no nonsense and pragmatic.

But they know how to have fun, especially around you.

It's giving, "(Insert FS'name) is only like that around (Y/N)"

Like they show their soft side only in front of you.

Example: they don't listen to other people's opinions and guidance, but for you, they'd drop everything and be open to hear you out.

Like that. I find it sweet that you two work hard and play hard in your individual careers. But when it comes to your relationship, ego and pride has no place in there because both of you are willing to make things work out.

You two know you are endgame. So you both are willing to do what is necessary for the relationship and each other.

- Moodboard :

Photos aren't mine. Searched in from Pinterest.

As much as I wanna give a NSFW details, my intuition was like,

"NOPE DON'T RUIN THE SURPRISE!!! SHHHHHHHH!!!"

I'm like, "Dang it!! That good huh??"

And my intuition last response was...

I do hope you enjoyed this!

Your Future spouse really don't want me to ruin the surprise.

OH MY GOOOSH THIS READING IS SO GOOD AND IT RESONATES SO MUCH, WTF GIRL HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?? have you been in my mind lol? IT RESONATES SO MUCH ESPECIALLY THAT WHAT YOU SAID ABOUT ANXIETY (cause i am anxious person as hell) I LOVE IT. MY PERSON SEEMS SO CUTE AHH IT MAKES ME SMILE AND MY HEART WARM AHH😭😭❤️❤️ I LOVE IT SO MUCH, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT LONG READING. and i love these pics!! they're so cool❤️❤️🌸🌸 thank you once agaaain

FIRST MEETING

well, first of all, I have a feeling that it will happen when you least expect it. I know it sounds cliché, but it will be true. love will come to you when you won't look for it. I think it will take some time before you find him, BUT, you will definitely find him one day!🩷

and how will you meet him? I don't know why, but I immediately thought of two options, either through social medias/dating apps or through a mutual friend? even both options can be correct. you will definitely have mutual friends.❤️🫶🥰

I think that when you meet him, you will immediately be attracted to him. damn, you'll immediately think he's so cute. but I have a feeling that you won't really believe that he would want you too, honey I have a message for you from the Universe: you are beautiful and if others can't see it, that's their problem.

ok i feel like he will notice you later BUT.. you know that quote she fell first but he fell harder? exactly the same will apply to both of you.😍

it will take time to get together, to get to know each other better, but it will be worth it.

It is possible that he will have a younger sibling who will adore you

FIRST IMPRESSION OF YOUR PERSON

As I mentioned before, you'll think you're out of his league. But YOU WON'T BE. He will make you a little nervous, you will feel shy around him, but that is what he will like about you, that you are very cute.

You will have butterflies in your stomach with him. Ahh.🥺🥰

I have a feeling he'll be a lot more confident than you. He will be very happy to give you compliments and boost your confidence when you feel down. He will want to make you laugh, to make you feel safe with him.

I still have a picture in my head of a man wearing a blue shirt, light clothes. He dresses stylishly but comfortably. And he will smell very nice, you will love his perfume.

I don't feel like he'll have a beard, nor that he'll be older than you. He will be around your age, maybe 1 year older.🤔

Sports! Yes, this man loves sports. He will definitely have a nice body, athletic. He will like to take you out into nature, and he will want you to feel healthy. He will also be an animal lover, he will possibly have a dog.

RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS

I think that you will also have a big height difference between you, he will be much taller than you.

I think this man will want to protect you, he will be overprotective.

He will be the whole world to you. You will feel safe with him. I don't see any serious problems here, but maybe he will still want to go out with his friends and you would prefer him to be with you... he will really have a lot of friends.

I see a couple where the girl is sitting on the guy. You are that couple, it will be immediately visible in public that you are dating. You won't be doing PDA, but you will be hugging, holding hands, and looking at each other.🥺🥺🩷

PERSONALITY

As I already mentioned, he is a man who is funny, you will always laugh with him. He is the type of person who will provide all the fun at a party, for example. But what not many people know about him is that he is quite clingy, but you won't mind. Oh, I see bedtime cuddles here, it's so cute. He will still want to hug you and sometimes he will tease you, but in a good way. He will love you, I know that. And I see lot of texts here he will send you random memes.😅😍😩🩷

NSFW:

Long gentle sex. Long foreplay. Orall. I don't think you will practice quick sex, you will want to enjoy sex. He will be more experienced in this area than you and you will find it sexy!

Have a lovely day/night and I really hope you liked my reading! 🩷❤️

[slasherhaven]

Can I request slashers reacting to their s/o surprising them with lingerie?

The Slashers reacting to their S/O surprising them with lingerie:

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas.exe stopped working. When he steps into your shared bedroom, closing the door behind him, he pauses as soon as he sees you.

Where did you even get that from? You’re kneeling on the bed, a smile on your face now that he was here, wearing lingerie that he had never seen before.

He feels like he shouldn’t stare, still worried about getting things wrong like this, no matter how long you have been together. It’s oddly sweet. But he still can’t help but stare just a little, especially when you assure him that it’s alright to do so. 

You stand from the bed and walk up to him, taking his hands and placing them on your waist so that he can feel the lace you were wearing. 

When you lean up to him and tell him that all of this is for him, he’ll lift you off of the ground, letting you wrap your legs around him as he carries you over to the bed.

He’s always in awe of you, now more than ever. You look so beautiful and he’s so in love with you, still in disbelief that you want him as much as he wants you.

Michael Myers

The last thing Michael expect to find when he got home, was you still awake, waiting for him and dressed in lingerie.

Now, he doesn’t care much for lingerie. He still wants the same result, you naked and letting him have his way with you.

He still has to admit that he likes the way you look in it, and he likes that you have dressed that way specifically for him. Plus...it’s pretty, it compliments you very well, even he can see that.

In the end, that lingerie is going to be ripped off of you and end up on the floor. He really doesn’t care about ruining it, he can be pretty inconsiderate like that, but you’re still in for one hell of a good night.

Jason Voorhees

You’re going to give this man a heart attack.

When he got back to the cabin and you greeted him with a sweet kiss to the mask but so...scantily clad, he wasn’t sure how to react.

You had obviously put some extra effort into looking nice for him and you did look stunning, in fact Jason couldn’t stop starting at you, but this was definitely new.

He’s very sweet about it, and a little curious.

He has no plan to quickly get it off of you, he’s going to admire how it looks on you for a little while longer. 

The lace and silk and your skin all feel so soft under his hands, he loves that feeling. 

He just loves you and admires your beauty. Even when you’re sitting nearly naked in front of Jason, he manages to be so sweet and tender. Is there anything that could get this man to not treat you like something fragile and precious? Probably not!

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms found your lingerie before you knew about him. He was a creep (still is sometimes) and he knows that. He had been waiting to see you wearing it since he discovered it but daren’t mention that he knew about it.

And then...you did it but so much better than he imagined.

When he came into the room to see you wearing the lacy number he had been fantasising about for so long, he was hard instantly.

He’s handsy and can’t help himself, groping you through the thin material with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Brahms is a huge fan, he absolutely loves it, and will expect this more often now that you’ve shown him it.

Bo Sinclair

You should have known what you were getting yourself into. 

When Bo finds you in your shared bedroom, wearing nothing but some sexy lingerie, he was a little surprised. He just hadn’t been expecting it.

However, his surprise his quickly forgotten. In seconds he is smirking and making demands for you to ‘get your ass over here’.

Of course he’s teasing you about how needy you are for his attention, getting all dressed up just for him. Did you really want him to fuck you that bad?

He’ll give you what you want but for purely selfish reasons.

Bo isn’t always...good at complimenting you but you get the idea that he’s a fan pretty quickly.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent freezes as soon as he walked into the bedroom and sees you dressed in delicate lace that just about covered everything that needed covering.

You looked amazing, absolutely beautiful, he was just stunned.

You saunter up to him with a smile on your face, placing your hands on his chest and greeting him sweetly. 

He would place his hands on your hips, staring at your body. He would have considered that disrespectful normally but it seemed appropriate in this moment.

Vincent is an artist and you are his muse, so you can bet that he is going to spend plenty of time admiring how you look in this.

Lester Sinclair

Lester loves coming home to you because you always greet him with a hug and a kiss, but he could have never expected this. You greeted him like you usually would, the only difference being what you were wearing.

A simple but delicate looking lingerie set. He had no idea where you had gotten it but it didn’t matter because he was already in love with it.

He feels like the luckiest man on the planet to have a gorgeous partner like you, who would wear something like this for him without even being asked.

“All of this for me?” he’d ask and you’d nod with a smile. “...thank you” he didn’t know what to say but he was grateful. You couldn’t help but giggle before kissing him, he was adorable.

Usually, he really does care much about lingerie, he considers it ‘fancy’, but he definitely loves it right now.

He’s cautious to remove it carefully, he definitely doesn’t want to tear it off of you, he wants you to be able to wear this again.

Bubba Sawyer 

He thinks you look so pretty!!!

He might not even see it in a purely sexual way. The ‘outfit’ is cute and pretty and you look fantastic, he can just appreciate that. Though...the revealing nature of the attire does have a near instant effect on his thoughts and body.

You get lots of complimentary babbles and big smiles as his hands explore your body and the new item of clothing.

Of course lace and ribbons are going to put a smile on his face, especially if it’s in a soft colour like pink or light blues.

His hands are eager but not rough at all, he’s not all that interested in ripping it off of you or anything, he’s just a tad over excited by how you look.

You’re going to have to take the lead, he doesn’t even know what to do with himself right now. All he knows is that you look incredible and he loves you so much.

Billy Lenz

Billy has seen that you have some lingerie, he’s definitely gone snooping around in your belongings before. He might have even ‘borrowed’ them before.

But when he finally gets to see you wearing it, and with the intention of him seeing it, he’s thrilled.

As soon as he sees you, he’s grinning and ready to pounce on you.

Don’t expect much patience or will-power from him, he just needs to be touching you now. He can’t resist you like this!

He is overly eager (which isn’t that uncommon anyway) and you’re not going to be able to reel him in much, but this is like a treat for him so it’s okay.

He just can’t get enough of touching you, rambling his dirty thoughts without restraint, confessing his ‘history’ with the garment and how he was waiting for you to wear it for him.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

His reaction depends on your relationship with him. He might be a little surprised by you taking the initiative and greeting him like this, or he might have even asked you (more like ordered you) to be wearing this particular set when he returns home. 

But let’s say he wasn’t expecting it at all and you just decided to surprise him.

Honestly the result will pretty much be the same, his surprise quickly masked with a smirk.

Of course he can’t have you thinking you have any control here, so he’s instantly walking up to you, taking your chin between his thumb and finger, making you look up at him as he comments on how good you are to greet him like this.

Now, are you going to keep being good and do as he says? Very good, now go wait for him in the bedroom.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

You have a whole collection of lingerie. Even if you didn’t own any before dating Jesse, you do now because he bought you plenty of sets, all of the finest quality of course.

You knew when Jesse was coming home from his most recent ‘business trip’, so you were prepared for his return, having gotten yourself all dressed up in his favourite set of lingerie to greet him.

He came home and you greeted him the way you unusually go, with an embrace and a passionate kiss. 

He instantly noticed the thin robe your were wearing, and he got the idea pretty quick.

Jesse just smirked as you untied the robe, dropping it to the floor to show him his favourite lacy lingerie.

In a matter of seconds he’s lifting you off of your feet, having you wrap your legs around his waist as he captures your lips in a kiss and carries you to the bedroom.

He couldn’t have asked for a better ‘welcome home’.

Otis Driftwood

Otis was in a bad mood when he returned to your shared bedroom, but that bad mood was put on hold for a moment when he saw you dressed in pretty lace lingerie.

Well, you certainly had a plan for what would be happening when he got back, and he wasn’t about to argue with you. It definitely lightened his mood just a little.

“You know just how to cheer me the fuck up” Otis smirked, walking up to you and grabbing you, you didn’t even have the time to respond or even smile at him before he was kissing you.

He does love how you look in the lingerie but he doesn’t care so much about ruining it. Feel free to complain and chastise him when he rips it, he doesn’t care, he just assures you that he’ll just get you some more.

He’ll take a second to just stare at your body before tearing the lingerie off of you.

Oh, he was about to take out his bad mood on you, but you were never one to complain about that.

Baby Firefly

As soon as Baby steps into your bedroom to see that you have gotten all dolled up for her, she’s smiling brightly. She loves it!

She just thinks you look so good! And she’s going to tell you that in various ways, plenty of compliments are coming your way.

She’ll grab you by the waist, pulling you closer to her and pressing a kiss to your lips before asking if you did all of this for her. Of course you did, and she knows it.

She tells you that she’s very grateful, you look gorgeous like this, but right now she’s ready to get it off of you and drop it to the floor.

Baby is very honest about how she’ll be waiting for your next little surprise treat.

Yautja (Predator) 

This is...new to him. Of course human clothes in general are pretty new to him but he understands that this attire is more ‘scandalous’ than what you would usually wear. It’s new but he’s intelligent, he gets the idea.

He is a fan. He thinks you look wonderful in it and he wants to admire you in it, giving you plenty of compliments. 

He also likes the confidence, and that you put this on to seduce him, not that you need to try very hard to do that.

He’s careful with it, especially if you informed him it was pretty expensive or if it looks very delicate. He doesn’t want to accidently tear it and upset you.

[caylusromanoff]

Part 3 of the series

Fluff

Maybe nat and reader go on a date like something special and cute just to show they love each other.

Part 2

"baby cmonnnn wake up" Natasha whines once again. Struggling to get you to wake up. You both stayed up late last night training and watching movies and you really didn't want to get up so early. Even though it was already 10am.

"noooo" you groan and turn over. Shoving your face into her chest and she lets out a loud laugh and a little snort making you chuckle.

"I swear you love them more than me" she smirks and you let out your own laugh. "Obviously. Have you seen them" you say with a playful roll of your eyes and she playfully scoffs and shoves you off her.

"wooow. Glad to know you love me" she points and you smile shaking your head and leaning up to kiss her gently. "I mean if you had to ask me for real I love your ass more" you send her a wink and jump up off the bed and head to your ensuite bathroom to do your business.

After finishing up and washing your hands you head back into the room and pull on some shorts and a loose oversized t-shirt as its really hot today. You go and sit at Natasha's vanity whilst she's getting dressed to do your hair and she comes over to you. Gently massaging your shoulders and you sigh in happiness. "I swear you spend more time Infront of this mirror than I do" she giggles and you playfully scoff and tilt your head back so your looking up at her. Your head resting on her stomach.

"a man gotta impress his woman. No?" Natasha let's out the most adorable squeal/giggle you have ever heard and you smile wide as she strokes both of your cheeks and leans down. Placing kisses over your forehead and your nose before kissing your lips so gently you almost didn't even feel it. When she pulls away she kisses your chin before disappearing into the bathroom to do her skincare routine. She loves a good skincare routine and has roped you into doing it too. Often times she sits you down on the end of the bed and does it for you.

After making sure your hair is perfect and that you have a healthy amount of cologne on you head down to the kitchen of your shared home and start to make breakfast for your fiance. Because your Irish Natasha loves to indulge on your cultures food and you try to meet her needs as often as possible. Now being one of those as your making her a traditional full English breakfast. Even though it's English but still.

You hum along to the radio in the background dancing a little and making sure nothing burns before turning to brew the coffee fresh for the pair of you. Pouring then into two cups you set one on the table and smile when you see her walking into the kitchen in an outfit similar to yours. She comes over and pecks your lips before sitting down Infront of her laptop that you already had set up for her.

She sips on her coffee and silently works through the mission report that she had to finish. You quietly finish up her breakfast and place it beside her with a gentle kiss to her forehead before sitting Infront of your own laptop and finishing your own report. You two had been on a mission the week before and you were slightly injured so you both were allowed a couple days to relax.

You focus on your report whilst occasionally munching on your breakfast when a notification comes up that you have a new email. Not paying any mind to it you click on it and immediately gasp loudly. Natasha looks up from her report with a worried frown. "Everything okay baby?" She asks and you look up nodding with a huge smile on your face.

"you remember the press conference and meet and greet we did for the fair event last year?" She nods in acknowledgement, still slightly confused so you squeal and continue. "They just sent us two free tickets. It's all complimentary so we can use everything for free. What do you say detka? Date day?" You ask with excitement filing your voice.

She blushes slightly and nods at you. A huge smile on her face. "Hell yes. We haven't been on a date for a while" you nod along and you both fall back into the comfortable silence of filling out your reports.

After around thirty minutes you both finish up and you rush around to get ready. You changing into a black open flannel with a black tank top underneath and your black ripped jeans. Natasha changing into her black tank top and jeans with her green jacket and boots.

You both head outside to your skyline R34 and head off towards the fair. Natasha either holding your hand or stroking your thigh the whole way there.

When you pull up you run over to open Nats door and she thanks you with a kiss before taking your hand and dragging you inside. The first place she grabs you too is the hook a duck. You show your wristbands and the worker nods before handing you both a little fishing wand with a magnet on the end. You take the time to scan the prizes where as tasha just goes all out.

You smirk and aim the wand at one particular duck and internally cheer when you get it. The worker smiles and takes your rod before turning and grabbing the build a Bear that was dressed in your mission suit. He hands it to you and you thank him before hiding it behind your back and wandering over to nat.

Wrapping your arm around her waist from behind you lay your head on her shoulder and smile as she asks the worker if she can trade her goldfish for candy. Her excuse being that it would only be dinner for liho. She spins in your arms and claps like the cutest little one ever and you smile kissing her forehead. You briefly think back to your guys earlier conversation about headspaces but shake it away and smile.

You slowly pull the bear out from behind your back and hold it out to her. She gasps as her eyes widen and she takes into her arms after shoving the candy into yours. You giggle and kiss her nose before holding her close.

"T-thank you da- uh y/n. I really love it" you smile and whisper a your welcome before kissing her cheek and rubbing her back.

"you can call me daddy if you want to babygirl. I don't mind at all. And it your feeling like you want to slip you can. Or we can wait until we're alone. Don't pressure yourself" she blushes almost the same colour as her hair before looking up at you and leaning on her tiptoes to kiss you.

"okay daddy. I-i think I might wait. I'm not sure" you nod and smile. Reassuring her that it's okay before you both move onto the next thing. You guys spend a couple more hours at the fair playing all of the games and drinking some hot chocolate before you tell Natasha that you need to use the bathroom.

She says that she's okay waiting outside for you and you nod heading inside. You were only in there for a couple of minutes but the sight that greeted you when you came out was not what you expected. You gasp and rush over to Natasha taking her into your arms.

"detka? What happened baby?" You gently stroke her cheeks, wiping the tears away and she whimpers. "It too much daddy. Don't wanna be big. Don't wanna be little though" she says quietly and you nod. Deciding it was time to call it a day.

You lead her back to the car and hold her hand the whole way home. Rubbing small circles on her palm to keep her calm. Once you get home she latches onto you almost immediately and you try your best not to coo. This was the next stage of your relationship and you couldn't wait to get into it with her.

"alright love bug. How about we snuggle up on the couch and watch TV huh? You can even have your candy from the fair" she lets out the cutest yawn followed by an enthusiastic nod and you giggle as she pulls you over to the couch. You both settle down, her sat on your lap as she munches her candy and watches whatever show she had put on.

You just spend the time holding her as close as you can and embracing the snuggles you were both having. It had been a tough week at work for the both of you and you were looking forward to the next two weeks off together. You couldn't wait to see where it would take you.

To be continued.... 😊

@lovefanfiction01

[mrskurono]

So...okay...hear me out...

This man...

...Having a tea party with you

*inhales deeply* ...this is cheating bc you're my wife and you know how weak I am for tea parties 😤

This is a man so secure in himself and his choices that having an extravagant tea party is not something he shies away from.

Pre marriage he is only finding the finest places that go full on dress code and cotillion etiquette. Nothing is too much even if it is a months worth of prep with classes, shopping and more. Francis pries himself on that once in a life time feeling of seeing you stare at the grandeur of it all. Even if you're one of a baker's dozen in the same area doing the same thing. It doesn't matter he sees the way you look in that dress, sipping that tea and smiling like a fool. It's worth every penny to him.

Post marriage it doesn't stop. Half the time it's some place fancy he's been on a waiting list for and made up the complimentary outfits he's chosen for the both of you. The other half it's your favorite teas steeped under his watchful eye. Done up in his crisp suit as he both "waits" on you in the comfort of your own home. As well as your ver date to the tea party he set up by hand for the two of you. And still he stares at you with that dumb love struck smile as he did in the middle of that grand tea room years before.

With kids, doesn't matter the gender either, he loves tea parties at this point. Though exclusively at home at this point. Long gone are the cotillion etiquette and months long waiting list. Replaced with his favorite thing. Sitting at a cramp, too short table on his bum while his kids dress him up with beads, feather boas and whatever else they haul out of the closet. He's sipping fake tea and laughing with a god awful accent while the kids think it's the funniest thing in the world. Trying to mimic their father and crawl in his lap. The wait list for this place is almost exclusive. But there's always a spot at the table for you. And Francis looks at you with that same love struck look he did millions of years ago when it was just the two of you. If he could believe it, he might love these tea parties more than any of the others.

[hamliet]

Hi! What are your favourite designs in Rwby, HxH, BSD and BNHA? And why? Is it only because you like it aesthetically or there is also them being somehow important for characterization? Thanks!

Hi, so I don't pay as much attention to this as I could, symbolically speaking. So sometimes it's aesthetics and sometimes it's symbolic! I’ll do a quick run-through.

Bungo Stray Dogs

Akutagawa, Atsushi, Gin, Q, Sigma, Gogol, Jouno

Akutagawa and Atsushi

I love their opposition. Atsushi’s outfit and physical features emphasize white, Akutagawa’s black. Even their abilities do this--white tiger and black void; living and dead, unconscious and conscious. Atsushi’s tiger is white with black stripes while Akutagawa has strips of white at the tips of his hair. Atsushi is more closed off and hides his darker side, while Akutagawa is less so, but it’s harder to notice. Even if you look at the angles in their designs, you can see duality: they both have uneven hair, but Atsushi’s is cut bluntly (look at the edges), while Akutagawa’s is more angular, which fits with their personalities. Their eyes too--their eyes reveal the truth not just about themselves but about each other. Akutagawa’s are gray: they are both mixtures of black and white. Atsushi’s are the colors of sunset, referencing their mentor (Dazai, the author of The Setting Sun), and the hope and other beautiful qualities they both have.

Gin

Gin’s design stood out to me from her first appearance. I love how androgynous she looks to where I really assumed she was a guy until, of course, the fantastic reveal that she’s Aku’s sister. She’s tough and edgy, but she has a tender heart--she wears a coat reminiscent of her brother’s, and covers her mouth to conceal her true thoughts (and she definitely has them. Beast, the light novel, reveals just how brilliant Gin is). 

Gogol and Jouno

I just like their designs. These are mostly aesthetic, in Gogol’s clownery and Jouno’s visual impairment, though the latter is far more symbolic. 

Jouno may be blind, but in a lot of ways he’s the most self-aware Hunting Dog and a brilliant callout of law enforcement--without dehumanizing cops at the same time. His constant smile is also unnerving given his sadism. 

Sigma and Q

Okay so I like duality in designs. But Sigma is basically grown-up, sane Q, and I’m excited to see where this foiling goes. Like, really, Sigma is functionally Fyodor and Gogol’s “kid” while Q is Dazai and Chuuya’s (not literally, in terms of caring for/training but not mentoring exactly). 

Rwby

Emerald, Ruby, Oscar, Ren, Yang, Salem, Sienna

Emerald Sustrai

I can’t lie, this is partially due to Emerald’s resemblance to one of my favorite characters of all time (TGre’s Mutsuki Tooru). I also like her original design’s earthy tones, as it emphasizes the “earth” element in her character (Emerald’s last name can mean “thief” “roots” aka earth or “undercurrent” aka water, which opposes her to Mercury’s air and fire). That her design has become black and white with a jewel on the back and an actual red stone necklace is actually a fitting upgrade, though: she’s becoming more and more refined, undergoing the process to become a philosopher’s stone. 

Ruby and Oscar (and Yang)

Again, I love the complimentary duality in their designs (Oscar’s gold eyes to Ruby’s silver, etc). They’re also just really lovely aesthetically. Also, I have a thing for cool eye designs. In cast that wasn’t like, already abundantly clear. 

On the note of the eyes, I love Yang’s design on the sheer fact that her eyes turn red. I also love how this symbolizes her semblance, and how her semblance weaponizes her pain. 

Ren, Sienna

This is mostly aesthetic. I adore Ren’s feminine warrior look down to his pink/purple eyes, and Sienna had one of the coolest designs which was such a shame when it got pretty much wasted. 

Salem

I love Salem’s design both pre and post corruption. Her villainous look is unique and terrifying, yet beautiful in its own way. 

BNHA

Shouto, Dabi/Touya, Jirou, Uraraka, Hawks, Ibara, Geten, Shigaraki

Shouto

Look again, I mcfreakin’ love duality in designs. I also love elemental stuff. His scar over his fire side representing his pain, and his ice side representing his repression... it’s well done, and it’s also the kind of design that provokes questions as soon as you see him. Like, before he got his backstory or any development, his mere design provoked questions. He’s excellently done, and that’s why it’s cool he actually only uses his first name for his hero name, and he wears ordinary training outfits instead of an elaborate costume: his design do the intrigue for us, and his using his name ties in thematically with his identity struggles. 

Dabi/Touya 

I love the man’s design okay, and not purely aesthetically (though let’s face it, that face? I-- lol). But I love how he cannot cry, but when he cries, he cries blood. I love how his scars are literally holding him together, symbolizing how his pain keeps him functioning yet also limits him. He wears his pain on his sleeve. 

Also, the hair. I’ve delved into this a bit before, but it starts off red, decays into white, and then he disguises it with dye as black--alchemy in reverse, a nihilixir as Dabi, cremation, a chaotic villain. But now that he’s revealed as Touya, he has white hair again--becoming more his true self. I am very, very curious if he’ll eventually go back to red, or at least have red sprinkled in (as Hori has drawn him this way in official art!) as he becomes Touya Todoroki again and reconciles with his family. 

Jirou, Uraraka, Hawks, Ibara, Geten

These are all mostly aesthetic. Uraraka’s actually fits her personality and quirk (soft and loving, yet tough), but it hasn’t been capitalized on. Geten is much the same--it’s interesting to have someone oppose Dabi who looks like his mom, but nothing’s been done with that, so. Sigh. I’m also a sucker for bird people, so Hawks is like, awesome for that. Ibara’s design is fascinating and original. 

Shigaraki

Again, some of this is aesthetics and some is symbolic. The hands covering him show us from his introduction two things: firstly, that he’s hard to get to know, and secondly, that he’s being controlled. He wears a symbol of what he cannot do--touch people without fear--and of his past trauma literally as armor. Even without the hands, he’s seeking more armor through AFO’s quirk, instead of relying on himself. 

HxH

Illumi, Komugi, Hisoka, Chrollo, Kurapika, Kalluto, Machi, Feitan, Morena

Komugi

Again, eyes. But also I love how she is not beautifully put together, but when she opens her eyes to play shogi, she is stunning. She’s a fascinating take on Belle in Beauty and the Beast, and her death with Meruem’s lingers as the most beautiful and poignant and sad death in fiction I’ve ever seen. 

Kurapika, 

EYES. But also his ability with chains fit so well and opposes Chrollo’s religious imagery. 

Chrollo and Morena

Their religious imagery I find intriguing, especially given that they both control groups of twelve. Chrollo, too, is starting to learn that having a god-like power and a book of other’s nen abilities as his own doesn’t give him any answers to who he himself is--and if human, then he’s vulnerable (hence why he wears a coat but no shirt at the start of the Yorknew Arc: he doesn’t fear vulnerability because he doesn’t feel huma; it’s an interesting twist on this idea, because usually characters who are not vulnerable cover themselves up). Morena’s backstory as the illegitimate daughter scarred by her own father is rife for possible foiling and thematic exploration. 

Hisoka, Machi, and Feitan

Aesthetics lol. I loveHisoka’s insane clown look (hair-down Hisoka is too hot),  Feitan’s goth look,  and Machi’s simple yet efficient design.The clown get up obviously fits Hisoka symbolically--he plays the trickster role, and can be an antagonist or a villain or an antihero depending on what the story calls for. Yet, he remains perfectly in character throughout. 

Feitan looks more like what you’d expect from a character who isn’t very vulnerable: covers his mouth with a scary symbol, barely speaks, etc. But it’s still effective. 

Illumi and Kalluto 

Actually all the Zoldycks have designs I love, but Illumi and Kalluto have my favorites. Kalluto because EYES, but also because he’s gender-nonconforming as well and uses this to his advantage. He seems to dress and act to please his mother, and yet also is pretty dangerous. However, what he uses as a weapon is beauty--fans, paper, etc. The broken papers can be used to defend himself and to lash out. There’s a ton of symbolism waiting to be unpacked there... if we ever get it...

Illumi is basically the perfect Zoldyck assassin, which is what makes him tragic. His eyes emphasize this: they are blank voids. However, through his design, contrasted with his siblings, we notice a pattern.

It’s not a coincidence that the child chosen to lead the Zoldycks in the next generation is not the eldest nor the most efficient and Zoldyck-esque assassin. It’s the one who physically resembles Silva, while the two elder ones who most resemble their mother are pushed aside. The irony is Alluka resembles Silva more than any sibling except Killua (at least in the eyes), which may be in part why Silva hates Alluka (along with like, the transphobia, ableism, and general fact that Silva is The Worst). 

Illumi might be the perfect Zoldyck heir, but he’ll never be acknowledged as it for factors he cannot control. It’s a futile endeavor that adds to the pain. 

[neutron-stars-collision]

The Art of Inversion

Neil x Reader

Chapter 16 - An Absolution

Masterlist; Chapter 15

Summary: You and Neil go on your little night out in Oslo after the Freeport mission. As the night unfolds, you get closer than ever.

Warnings: 18+ (stuff happens you know); swearing.

Author’s Notes: Okay so I’m terrified but I had to give you this one already because I’m proud done before the schedule deadline. I loved writing some parts so hope you will enjoy! Feedback is a life-saver so please leave me some? Anyways, enjoy! (and I go hide or sth)

The moment you opened your eyes, you knew that it was going to be a tough day. That ever so helpful, sabotaging voice was back. And it was pissed off at you for being reckless, stupid, and naïve, among other things. In short, you had regrets about everything that happened. Once again, it all boiled down to your deeply ingrained fear of losing people important to you. Because now that Neil undoubtedly noticed how responsive you were to everything he did, there was no pretending that you were not interested. Another step was admitting the feelings you had. And the next one after that was him leaving you for someone better, right? Well, your brain was sure about that.

You groaned and contemplated staying in bed for the rest of the day, avoiding everyone and everything when your phone rang. Interesting. You sat up and picked it up, frowning at the name on the screen. The only person who you both did not want to speak to and also missed already. Sighing, you pressed the green button:

“Morning” Neil sounded like he just woke up as well.

“Hi” you mumbled, anxiously picking on the skin around your fingernails “We’ve never done this before… morning phone calls, I mean,” you noticed.

“I know, but I wanted to check if you’re alright… after everything” tense and nervous Neil was still new to you.

“Yeah, is all fine” you hated lying, but then maybe this time truth would not do you any good.

But, of course, he caught it.

“Pardon me, but I’m not convinced”

You fell back onto the pillows. Caught in the act.

“Okay, you got me” admitting felt like another lost battle.

“I know you a bit better than you’re giving me credit for” he got that right, for sure “So? You know I won’t let it go until you tell me”

Damn him and that selfless heart. You took a deep breath:

“I was thinking... maybe it’s best we don’t mention what happened ever again” you finished the sentence and desperately wished you had this conversation face to face.

He took a little longer to respond, only fueling those wishes.

“Why?” the confusion was almost as bad as the regrets spilling from your heart.

Almost.

“I don’t know,” you sighed heavily, feeling worse with every sentence “Suppose I’m worried it will fuck everything up, and I don’t want that. I want this… us… to work somehow”

That was not exactly what you wanted to say. Another failure.

“If that’s what you want, then sure” you could tell that he only agreed to placate you.

And maybe because he too was surprised by your unexpected admission.

“I just want you to know that for me, it wasn’t a mistake. I did what I wanted to do” he added, making your heart stumble wildly as it always did.

Brilliant.

“Okay... but for the sake of keeping tonight less awkward... let’s not mention it. Please?”

“Your wish is my command” despite yourself, you smiled at that comment, “I’ll pick you up around 6?”

“Sounds good” you glanced at the bedside clock; still ages left for you to panic “Thank you, Neil. You’re too good for me” 

“Well, there’s reasons for that so…” it was that nervous half-smile, you could bet on it “Just don’t stand me up tonight”

The ridiculous idea made you laugh, feeling some tension ease.

“Could never”

*** You managed to get as far as getting up, dressing up, and having instant coffee from the little complimentary set in the hotel room, before you heard a knock on the door. Intrigued, you opened it to reveal Mahir stood on the doorstep, with two coffee cups in hands. A blessing.

“Thought we could have a little chat since I’m leaving later” he explained when you let him in.

“Sounds good. And thank you for that coffee, the shit here isn’t drinkable” to prove the point, you flushed the remains of the brown liquid down the bathroom sink.

“Cheers, my treat” jokingly, you raised a toast with the paper cups and settled onto the armchairs “So, what’s your plan?” he asked after a short comfortable silence.

“I’ll be going back to London tomorrow afternoon. And after that, we’ll see” you shrugged “Hopefully I’ll get some heads up about the upcoming events”

You mentioned the texts from TP to Mahir to explain how you were in the possession of the plans and blueprints in advance of the actual news. He took it without any further questions for which you were grateful.

“What you did last night at the airport…” he met your gaze seriously, and you frowned “That was incredibly brave but also hellishly stupid” his sheepish grin made you laugh.

“Oh, I know. I just thought it had to work out somehow… and if not…” you shrugged, hoping he will understand all that you are not saying.

It was enough that you thought about it. For a split second then, and for hours over the night. That same question: what if you jumped too late? For some reason, an image of those concerned blue eyes was tied to it.

“It’s good to be a little reckless in this business. Just try to stay alive though” Mahir reached out to tap you on the shoulder “I quite like you. And I know that there are people who would suffer if anything happened to you” you did not like the knowing look in his eyes.

“Thanks. I’ll do my best”

Then you steered onto more casual topics concerning your past and experience. He was especially curious about how you got to have such a good eye for guns. Later, you expected he was trying to distract you before he was about to drop the real question of the conversation. You were finishing the lukewarm coffee when he asked:

“So… you and Neil?” the casual tone made you choke on the last drop.

You coughed frantically for a whole minute, with Mahir watching, amused. When you could breathe again, you managed to choke out:

“Whatever do you mean?” you placed the cup back on the table and pretended to be perplexed.

It was not working.

“Oh, come on. You might be a spy, but you’re a shit liar. And all that I’ve seen these few days have been rather obvious” he was enjoying your startled expression “Don’t give me that deer stuck in the headlights stare, hun” at the nickname, you nearly choked on your own saliva.

Again.

“Hun?” everything was better than answering the question.

“You’re missing the point” Mahir leaned back, watching you coolly.

You have lost.

“What gave it away?”

“Let me think…” he tapped his temple “Those longing looks? The bloody dancing when you both looked like the happiest people alive? Or last night, when I’m pretty sure something happened in that bathroom” he narrowed his eyes, studying you intensely.

Without a single doubt, the crimson shade on your cheeks was the answer he was looking for.

“You’re perceptive,” you noticed, staring at the carpet.

“It pays to be in our profession,” Mahir noticed your increasing discomfort, and he added, „Don’t worry, I won’t snitch on you to TP”

“How gracious” you raised your head then and gave him a weary smile.

“Have fun tonight. And stay safe,” he winked, making you speechless again.

“Why do I feel like you’re insinuating something there…” you arched one eyebrow, feigning indifference.

“It’s quite easy to piece together. You’re both staying in Oslo for one more free night… and the rest is-”

“Silence. I know,” you cut him off sharply and glared.

Mahir only laughed in response.

*** It turned out that settling on an outfit for the ‘not-quite date’ was a difficult task. It took you embarrassingly long, and you only decided because it was already a little late. A simple buttoned shirt and skirt had to do. It was a question of an eternal internal battle between: ‘it’s just Neil; who cares’ and ‘it’s Neil; it matters a lot’. The final choice, therefore, was as close to balance between those two states as you could manage. You nearly tripped on the stairs down to the lobby when you spotted him. He was casually waiting, with his back against the wall, dressed in the usual suit trousers and a striped shirt. The new addition was a dark grey coat instead of a suit jacket. And that damned green scarf loosely wrapped around his neck. The whole outfit was so Neil that your heart stumbled upon the sight. When he looked up and met your wandering gaze, he smiled, somewhat nervously. So, it was not just you…

“Evening,” he tipped his head in a greeting when you joined him.

“Hey,” you eyed him again, “Shall we…?”

“After you, miss,” he extended his hand chivalrously, and you rolled your eyes.

He surprised you by offering his arm once you stepped outside. After a small moment of hesitation, you took it, letting yourself snuggle closer to him. You quite liked the coat already.

“How was your day?” he was the one to break the silence.

“Boring, to be honest,” you frowned “Just chatted with Mahir for a little bit and then explored the centre. You?” looking up at him, you took a moment to admire his profile.

Rather pathetic.

“Talked to TP for a while. He’s more open with me now, and I got to admit it makes everything easier” you appreciated the honesty “And then went out to get us a place for tonight” he added, smiling at your brightly.

“What did you tell TP?” you asked, curiosity not letting you let go.

“That I’m about to have some fun in town” Neil shrugged.

He was leading you with a purpose and yet matching the long strides to yours, so you did not have to rush. It was thoughtfulness like this that made it hard not to fall for him.

“Fun?” you raised one eyebrow, intrigued by his choice of words.

“You’re that no matter what we do” his grin widened, and he leaned in to kiss you on the temple quickly.

It took that additional brain cell not to walk into the next person on your path.

“So… you’re about to have me?” you were not sure where that thought came from.

But seeing the way his eyes widened for a split second was definitely worth it.

“I really did not think through that sentence, did I?” he shook his head slightly, making you laugh at the cute image “Though I won’t complain if I end up having you” he added and met your gaze purposefully.

Oh, right. You did expect that, without a doubt. And yet, his openness took you by surprise.

“Smooth save there”

Neil only smiled and inhaled a large haul of the chilly air. His cheeks and tips of the ears were slightly reddened, making for an incredibly adorable sight. You observed him for a second longer before turning to check where you were heading. It looked like he went for a place near the harbour where most places were bustling with activity. Somehow you knew that he would choose well and somewhere that would allow you to talk a little more. You would be lying if you did not admit that you went over some questions concerning his past that you wanted to ask. Because if not when you nearly gave him everything, then when?

Distracting the thoughts, you gave him a once-over and noticed:

“Look at you, all dressed up to the nines. You even smoothed your hair I’m shocked” you smiled when he looked at you.

The happy sparks in his eyes were good enough to excuse anything.

“Well, I decided that you can be the one to ruffle it however you want” to test his statement, you gently brushed one stray lock from his forehead “As for the rest... I had to somehow remind you what you can have” he adjusted the scarf, making you see the dark mark on the side of his neck.

There we go. You swallowed hard, blocking the flood of images and feelings. When you were undressing for a shower before going out, you noticed what he did to you. All those bruises marking the space between your neck and shoulder. Conveniently enough to be hidden by clothes, and yet there to haunt you whenever you looked in the mirror. You had a feeling that was intentional.

“Then it is this kind of a night...” you mused aloud.

In response, Neil made sure to slide down the arm he offered you and intertwine your fingers. It seemed like you could not be walking any closer to each other without putting on straight-up PDA.

“That will depend on us. However, after yesterday... I wouldn’t be surprised” he looked down at you with a smirk and playfulness in his eyes.

Even though you expected him to mention it, despite your pleas, it felt like a light punch in the gut. That is if a punch could make one slightly aroused.

“Thought we agreed not to talk about it” you ignored the feeling, chiding him.

That was about to bite you in the ass, so to speak.

“And we’re not. Unless we went onto the topic of our dreams from last night or something”

It was a mistake to meet his gaze then. With slightly darkened pupils, a self-satisfied smile, and clenched jaw, you knew that he was not joking. You blushed, suddenly relieved that you forgot any dreams you might have had.

“Neil...” you aimed for a warning, but it came out rather like a weak protest.

“Yes, darling?” the innocent expression was back to haunt you.

“Do you want that slap I promised earlier?”

He stopped, and you were forced to stare up at him with the sternest glare you could manage. Neil bit his lip, undoubtedly preparing to drop a bombshell like no other. You braced yourself, tightening the grip on his hand.

“Maybe save it for later. I quite like a little bit of spice like that when it comes to the real deal” the combination of the sly grin and predatory look in his eyes perfected the delivery.

And then he pointed at the building you stopped in front of as though nothing happened.

“This is it” he announced and turned to you.

From the way he looked at you, you knew that the expression on your face must have been quite a sight. You blinked once, shaking off the thoughts and ideas. Not the time.

“Brilliant” smiling dryly, you let him lead you through the door.

You stopped at the concierge desk and let Neil do the talking.

“How can I help you, sir?” the smiley clerk eyed you both quickly.

You did wonder what she saw.

“I’ve got a reservation under James Farrow” your eyes widened at the identity he used.

It was as though the New York mission was important to him if he was keen enough to reference it like that. Now that was an intriguing thought.

“Mr. Farrow and wife, yes?” the lady looked up, happily and expectantly.

It felt as though the ground has moved under your feet, and you were about to fall if it was not for the steady hand gripping yours. Wife?! He was surely getting slapped for that.

“Yes,” Neil completely ignored your wild gaze.

Only once you have been sat at the table in the corner of the cosy yet posh establishment you could give voice to the mess of thoughts in your head:

“Seriously?” that was all you could manage, but he understood.

And, in response, smiled as though it was nothing. Like you should have expected it. You wondered if he is ever going to stop surprising you.

“It was easier that way” he dragged a hand through his hair, shrugging “And, I mean... would it be so bad to be my wife?” the way his eyes sparkled hopefully was enough to give you heart palpitations.

“Allow me not to answer this yet” you gave him a stern look and softened it with a smirk.

It was too easy to be with him like this.

“I’ll wait patiently then. Now, what would my lovely wife want to drink?” he opened the wine menu with a flourish.

And then was forced to order something for the table as you were too busy dying of laughter for the next ten minutes. You calmed down enough to comment on his food choice for the evening – Norwegian mountain trout with fennel cream, petit pois, and hollandaise sauce.

“Are you always this… posh?” you scrunched up your nose, observing him intently.

He grinned at the sight and raised his hands in defence.

“I wouldn’t say I’m posh… More like a man of refined taste,” you watched as he undid another button on his shirt, “Which anyone can see once they look at you” the punchline came with the addition of a hand covering yours on the table.

You blushed and met his soft gaze, using the opportunity to show him how comments like that made you feel. You could tell that the sudden outpouring of affection he saw in your eyes was a shock because his hold on your hand tightened, and his cheeks turned crimson, just slightly. You would have missed it; have you not been staring at him shamelessly. Neil composed himself after a short moment and asked:

“So… what do you want to talk about?” he kept on gently running his thumb over your knuckles.

Might as well keep up the married couple act.

This is how you started the conversation regarding your childhoods, families, and what you were like growing up. You did not expect to learn that Neil grew up in a most normal middle-class house in Richmond Park, but then again, you did not know what else you would consider believable. Growing up, his main source of joy were books and Labrador Retriever named Charlie (“Charlie? That’s a bit too boring, even for you” “What would you prefer? Theodore or Archibald?”). You could both relate to the pains of a boring childhood, filled with dreams of doing something crucial for the world but then not knowing what that could be. Only, where Neil decided to study Physics (despite the wishes of his mundane parents who would rather he did something more palpable like architecture or law; you snickered at that), you went for a more abstract route of international relations and civil safety. Another revelation was the fact that despite your assumptions he was never the popular kid or a leader of any sort as he was much more comfortable in the background of things. Always thinking, listening, analysing but taking his time to voice any opinions and solutions he came to. You realized that this was perhaps the reason why he understood you so well. Overall, the conversation was both enlightening and reassuring, and, by the end of it, you felt like somehow you loved him even more. Or maybe that was due to the bottle of wine you had.

*** Once you were done with dinner, Neil suggested moving to a nearby bar for drinks. It was more than tempting, and so, not long after, you found yourself sat on the bar stools, each with a drink, deep in conversation. As the night progressed, you got more open, either drifting onto the flirty territory or breaching candid topics you would otherwise never consider.

You did not know when exactly you sat that close to each other without looking too cosy. Or when his hand landed on your knee, just under the hem of your knee socks, and why it somehow felt good. The more time passed, you only got more certain that this was, in fact, a date. And you were surprisingly fine with it. Using the natural break in your conversation, you took a longer sip of the drink and asked:

“So, is this how it usually goes?” you met his gaze with disinterest “Invite them for a drink, let your hands wander a little…” you glanced at his hand, just when he purposefully moved it upwards onto your bare thigh below the skirt’s edge.

Bloody hell. You were not sure that lightheaded feeling could be all blamed on the alcohol. Swallowing, you continued the assumption. If anything, the intense look in those blue eyes was encouraging.

“And then back to the hotel room for more?” you bit your lip and swirled the straw in vodka coke.

The warm touch felt rather nice. You glanced around, wondering if such behaviour would not be deemed ‘indecent’. But all you saw was a knowing smirk from the man sat at the nearby table. Right… Neil’s voice and his thumb running over your skin in a soothing motion brought you back to the present moment.

“It’s been a while since anything like that happened,” he noticed, looking at you thoughtfully.

You wanted to trust him on that, but…

“I don’t believe you,” you stared at him, using the opportunity to admire.

With the slightly dimmed lights, his features stood out more. All the sharp angles in his face made him resemble a classical sculpture. The hair almost looked golden. Nothing but beauty. You could tell that others noticed that too, curiously watching you both from time to time. You had no illusions that it was you they were drawn to. And yet, he was staring at you as though you were the most important person in his universe. It was one of those feelings that always took your breath away. Distractedly, you brushed your hand over his hair again, using the privileges he gave you. Tugging on one strand, you enjoyed the passing darkness in his eyes. That hair thing he clearly had going ought to be explored later, you mused.

“Why? Because I’m so irresistible?” he smirked smugly and straightened his back.

Despite the annoyance, you grinned. The charm was undoubtedly working. As always.

“Because I see the way almost everyone looks at you. Like they wanted to stake their claim right here and now” you looked around pointedly, drawing his attention to the small audience.

Catching the eye of one nosey woman, who was clearly eavesdropping on your conversation, you winked. You saw her ogle Neil earlier, and it was more than annoying. Surely, a little jealousy never hurt anyone.

“Are you speaking from experience there?” the grin got wider as he took in your irked expression „Think you’re forgetting the other important factor, which is my own desire for anything like that” he arched one eyebrow and picked up the drink.

“And there’s been none recently?”

That was a risky question, and yet one that you had to ask. Especially remembering the way he was looking at you the previous night. Was it what you hoped it was…?

“You were there last night, so you know best...” he dropped his voice to add, “But I’m still working on getting anywhere with that” to prove a point, he slid his hand higher up your thigh.

You shivered in response, earning a little raspy laugh from him. To put things simply, you were slowly feeling the effects of his actions and words. And it was rather bothering.

“Is it worth it?” shaking off the moment, you reached for more alcohol.

“Absolutely” with his free hand, Neil tucked the hair behind your ear, brushing your cheek gently.

Sometimes you marvelled at how he could be so gentle and yet so seductive at the same time. It was like that during your little bathroom incident, as you came to call it. And that made you wonder whether he would be like that with you if you went even further? Neil eyed you curiously as you realized you were staring. Again.

“Any good thoughts there?” he tapped your temple with a pointer finger.

You blushed a deep crimson. Ever so observant. The way his eyes lit up knowingly made you think he could even read your mind at this point.

“Ah, I see,” he grinned smugly “Well, if you ever want to share... I’m here”

You just stared, unable to express anything you felt. His hand rested on your midthigh with fingers absentmindedly stroking the skin. The look in his eyes made your mind wander. Feeling overwhelmed with Neil, you looked for help in the wood pores on the bar counter. But he wanted to lead that strange conversation to its end. One that he must have intended.

“Usually, I’d start with a date. Maybe some touching here and there to let them know I’m interested” you could feel his analytical gaze “I’m not a brute. First, I’d seduce you before I could have you” the invasive hand retraced back to your knee.

Later, you wondered whether it was the alcohol, his touch, or something else entirely that made you blurt out the truth that he was not supposed to know. Yet or ever.

“You already do”

Realising what you just said, you snapped your head up, meeting Neil’s perplexed gaze. He was not expecting that. Neither were you.

“What?” his jaw fell slack, making for a sight that would be adorable if not for your panic.

“What?” parroting him you hid your face in your hands.

He took a long pause, composing himself because the next time he spoke, the confusion was gone.

“Interesting”

“I can’t blame that on the drink, can I?” you took a deep breath and looked at him again.

The darkness and dawning realization in his blue eyes took you by surprise.

“I’d rather you didn’t” that was the serious Neil you did not know too well.

You watched as he finished the drink, his second one, in one go and faced you again. Your unexpected confession was hanging over you, threatening with awkwardness. But, perhaps most remarkably of all, you were saved by the music streaming from the overhead speaker. At first, you did not catch it, the gentle melody escaping your panicking mind. Neil, though, naturally recognized it. His eyes lit up, and he started humming, all the while looking at you pointedly. Before you knew, he began singing:

‘She's taken my heart

But she doesn't know what she's done’

The determined gaze and his beautiful voice made your heart stumble. Fucking hell. Who knew that of all things, Neil pretending to be Patrick Swayze was going to be the one to finally break you? He was, indeed, relentless.

‘Just a fool to believe I have anything she needs She's like the wind’

He got louder near the end of the chorus, causing many heads to turn in your direction. You watched in horror as he opened his mouth to pick up the next stanza. Using the only power you knew you had, you closed the gap and covered his lips with yours in a small kiss. The surprised sound he made assured you that was the right decision. You let him kiss you back gently and then leaned back, taking in his dazed expression.

“What was that for?” he licked his lips unconsciously, and you blushed despite yourself.

“Just wanted you to shut up and stop embarrassing me” you shrugged, ignoring the fact that even more people were looking at you now.

“Fair enough,” he grinned, taking one of your hands in his.

You wondered when did hand holding become such an essential thing between you. Suddenly you wanted nothing but to be with him alone somewhere. Without the intrigued audience, judging your every move and looking at Neil as though he was the most spectacular sight they ever saw.

“Anyways... should we get going? It’s late, and…” you gestured vaguely, hoping he will give in.

But it seemed like he was on top of his game.

“Is that your way of getting me to come back with you? Because, honestly, you just have to ask, and I’ll do anything” he raised your hand, kissing it in the gentlemanly fashion.

Only you were pretty sure gentlemen did not look at you like that normally. Slowly showing you with gaze alone what going back together meant. You shuddered.

“I’ll note that for future reference. Now come on” you stood up, taking a moment to get used to the effects of those two drinks.

“You’re quite eager,” he noticed but stood up anyway, straightening the long legs that always caught your attention.

“Have you seen yourself?” you retorted, eyes roaming over his body and stopping on his face.

“Blimey... never thought I’d see the day” Neil smirked, but you knew that he was surprised by the honesty “Last night I must’ve hit all the right spots for you” he tried to mask it by distracting you with the best weapon.

But even his hand suddenly wrapping around your waist was not enough to stop the response you prepared for this very moment.

“You definitely did...try” you shot back, taking pleasure in the affronted expression “Shall we? Maybe tonight you’ll do better” tugging on your joined hands, you took a step towards the exit.

The challenging grin was a good enough indicator of his thoughts on the matter.

*** You were not sure how he managed to convince you to come back to his hotel. Somehow, at that moment, with the maelstrom of feelings and emotions in your head, it did not matter that TP was right next door. Or that going back together was a clear signal concerning the ending of the date, something you did not know you were ready for. But once Neil opened his hotel room door and led you inside, nothing much mattered anymore. You had what you wanted: him yours alone without any spectators.

You laughed when he started taking off your coat as a doorman does in all those period dramas:

“Maybe it’s time to drop that gentlemanly act?” you suggested when he succeeded and went to hang both of your coats on the hooks.

“Why?” Neil came back still wearing that scarf that you could not get out of your head “Would you rather I jumped you the moment we came in?”

Following the instincts, you closed the gap to him and started unwrapping the green material from around his neck, all the while making sure you maintained eye contact. He swallowed hard at your proximity. Good sign.

“I don’t know… But I do hope you’ve got a plan” once you have taken off his scarf, you threw it to the side “Now that you’ve lured me in here” searching his eyes, you placed your hand on his shoulder, caressing the newly exposed neck.

Neil’s eyes darkened, and pupils dilated. He placed both of his hands on your waist and leaned in to whisper:

“I was hoping this will happen, so of course… I’ve got some ideas” his lips brushed over your throat.

You could not tell what was stronger, the alcohol intoxication or overwhelming infatuation that you felt.

“Feel free to show me what you’ve got in mind” getting to the end of that sentence was a challenge.

Especially with the fact that Neil started kissing your neck and throat, slowly guiding you with his hands on your hips. Before you knew, the backs of your legs hit the edge of the bed, and he pushed you onto the mattress. He took a moment to take in the image before slowly lowering himself down to hover over you, leaning on his forearms, pinning you down. His nose brushed against yours, breaths mingling as you inhaled, calming down your racing heart. Despite being this close to him many times before, this one felt different. Maybe because you knew where it is likely to lead you…

“For starters, I’d really like to kiss you right now” Neil broke the silence and leaned in.

As much as it was tempting, you didn’t want to give in just yet. The confidence you found during the course of the night was a welcomed help in moments like this. You turned your head sideways, making him kiss you on the cheek. The little offended sound he made woke up the butterflies in your stomach.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit forward? For a first date?” you grinned upon his slightly confused expression.

Letting out a long breath, you reached out to comb a hand through his hair. Bringing him closer again so that you could drag your tongue along his lower lip. It worked if his slurred speech was anything to go by.

“This really isn’t our first date,” he groaned when you tugged on the strands with more force.

Being in power was definitely exhilarating.

“It, kind of, is” you smirked, enjoying his unfocused eyes that roamed across your face.

“Then I, kind of, want to kiss you”

He leaned in, and this time you let him capture your lips in a hungry kiss. It was always too easy to get lost in Neil in those moments. Your hands alternated between tugging on his hair and touching the back of his neck just to feel his bare skin. You wanted to get him out of that shirt as soon as possible. It was a matter of urgency for reasons unknown.

When you broke the contact, both gasping for breath, you used the hand tangled in his hair to pull him down so that he was lying on top of you. Neil glanced up at you with a surprised smile.

“Pretty sure there are better ways of making me sleep with you,” he noticed, showing that offensive tongue poking from between the pink, slightly swollen lips.

Now that was torture.

“Who said anything about that” you crashed your lips against his just because he was there using a break in the sentence for that very purpose “I just wanted to have you at my mercy for once”

How about that. You enjoyed the slight surprise in his eyes, feeling a surge of inspiration. Quickly, you hooked one of your legs over his hip, using it as leverage to switch, making him become the one pinned underneath. The shock on his face was palpable. You took in the parted lips, frown visible on the forehead and perplexed gaze. It only took him approximately 30 seconds to shake it off. Grinning devilishly, he ran his hands alongside your sides, using the new freedom of movement. When he tugged your shirt from the waistband of your skirt and slipped his hand underneath the material, you wondered whether it was not a mistake on your side.

“Trust me I’m always at your mercy. Even if it doesn’t seem so” his eyes glimmered darkly, adding weight to the sentence and making breath hitch in your throat.

From this position, you could see every little detail on his face. The long eyelashes framing dark blue eyes. The adorable cleft underneath his lower lip. The nose that you always wanted to kiss the tip of. Your Neil. Leaning on one side, you traced your finger on the outline of the sharp jaw and cheekbones. His eyes were focused on your face, enthralled with how focused you were on him.

“You’re good at hiding it then,” you noticed, enjoying the way he exhaled when you brushed your thumb along his lips.

“So are you” he smiled knowingly, his hands exploring your upper body just like the previous night.

You shivered when he cupped one of your breasts through the material of the bra. One by one, the doubts were disappearing. Looking down at him, with hair ruffled beyond compare, cheeks flushed, and eyes darker than you have ever seen them before, you felt lightheaded with love. He really could be yours. Feeling like at any moment, you were likely to tell him something that could destroy the careless moment, you leaned in and began the meticulous exploration of his throat and neck. You peppered the skin with kisses and bites, sucking on the sharp edges of his jaw, making him gasp and curse. Every sound he made was like a confirmation of your inmost hopes and desires. And the way he was reacting to everything you did began to build up the heat in your lower belly again. This time the feeling was rather expected. You felt like the further you get, the harder it will be to be ignored.

As though Neil knew exactly what was going on in your mind, he spread his legs and lifted you so that you were straddling his lap before he sat up, facing you. Taking in the effects of your exploration, you blushed. You have more than likely ruined his neck with bruises and marks there were beginning to show up on the skin. You could only hope he would not mind.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever given me so much attention” Neil met your gaze with admiration “I can’t help but wonder if that’s just a promise of how other things would look like with you” his hands retracted from underneath your shirt and started toying with the buttons.

You knew that it was his way of checking if you wanted to progress further. Feeling the pulse between your legs grow stronger, you knew the answer. Everything was too easy with him. You undid the two buttons on his shirt and replied:

“Maybe you’ll be able to test this theory tonight...” trailing off, you met his gaze purposefully, giving him time to catch the implication.

It did not take long. His hands stopped any movement, and he just stared. Then his brow furrowed again, and he cupped your cheek gently.

“Are you... do you want to? Because you don’t need to force yourself with me” the genuine concern and fondness in his gaze made your heart stumble.

You did not deserve him.

“I know, but I think I might actually... be ready” you whispered, giving in to the sudden tender moment and smiled lightly.

“What changed?” Neil brushed the hair away from your eyes.

You could tell that he really wanted to know. And while it was hard to pinpoint an exact reason, you gave him a piece of your mind. He already had everything else.

“Last night you... the way you looked at me, the way we touched... it’s never been like this with anyone” you stumbled over the sentence “And I want to know if... maybe it’s how...” you gave up, but he nodded anyway.

He always understood.

“Kiss me again” it was the only response you really needed, gladly accepting the request.

Straddling his lap, kissing to the point of breathlessness, you already felt as though you were nearing that point when relief was necessary. But before you could think about seeking it out, you had to get rid of that disrespectful shirt of his. Hurriedly you undid the buttons one by one, ignoring the wanting in his eyes. You only stopped when Neil started kissing your neck, making you gasp with the perfectly chosen spots. He knew you too well, expertly using all the tricks that were bound to work. Alternating between kissing, biting, and licking your skin, you knew that it was his way of giving back the pleasure. Despite that distraction, you nearly succeeded when he spoke again:

“Nice of you to wear a button-up” his long fingers went back to toying with the material.

“Why?” you gave out a triumphant sound when that final button was dealt with.

“Because I like being able to return the favour”

The amusement in his eyes was another reason to slide down the article down his arms and then throw it to the side. You have seen him like this before, and yet your jaw fell slack. His arms and chest were as close to perfection as you could imagine. Suddenly, you were overcome with shyness as you ran your fingers over his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles and various scars. Including a very familiar one on his side. It was almost unreal to think that someone like him could be this interested in you. And yet… Feeling him watch your exploration, you met his gaze:

“Do you like what you see?” with how close you were, you felt like you were drowning in his eyes with every prolonged contact.

“You’re beautiful” admitting it felt like a relief.

He finished undoing the buttons on your shirt, and you let him take it off.

“No one’s ever called me that” Neil watched you curiously with a gentle smile.

“Then they all must be blind”

You embraced him tightly, relishing the feel of skin on skin contact you craved so badly. Your warm bodies fit perfectly as you rested your head in the crook of his neck, hands exploring the skin of his back. It was as close as you could get, but it was not enough. You needed him closer. Ideally becoming a part of you in every way possible. The thought made you remember about the need you tried to put aside for the moment. But it was still there. The pulse between your thighs and the ache deep within your core were the main reminders of its existence. Giving in to the feeling, you ground your hips down onto his thigh, but it was not enough. It could never be enough given how much you wanted him. Neil noticed what you were trying to do. He leaned back and met your gaze. You knew that he was likely to see the unmeasurable longing there. You were unable to hide it anymore. Tentatively, his hands unzipped the skirt, and you shifted so that it could be dropped onto the floor as well. You blushed when you realized what position you found yourself in, sat on Neil’s lap in only your underwear. More than likely soaking through your panties just because of how he was making you feel. But, as usual, Neil had an answer to those panicked thoughts…

“It’s okay” meeting your wild gaze, he tilted your chin “You’re perfect, don’t let your brain tell you otherwise” he kissed you gently.

His hands splayed over your back, brushing the skin carefully. His touching putting everything ablaze. You never felt fire like that burn through every cell in your body. For a moment, you wondered whether this was meant to happen. That maybe you were destined to be together. Because how else could it be this perfect?

“You’re being too generous, I think” you breathed.

In response, Neil only smirked. His hands traveled down your sides onto your parted thighs. Rubbing the skin and getting ever so close to where you needed him most. You could not stop the gasp that escaped your throat when he touched your panties. Instantly he knew exactly what to do. Meeting your gaze with determination, he traced the hem of the undergarment.

“Let me take care of this” it was not exactly a question, but you knew that he would wait for consent.

You wanted it more than you could express, and yet that voice in your head was rebelling. Because it meant letting the most important person in your life see you vulnerable. More than ever.

“Neil, I…” you huffed, frustrated with yourself.

“It’s okay, love. It’s the least I can do for you” his fingers scratched the skin just above the line of underwear as though to remind you of what you could get. It was probably both the undeniable need you felt combined with the way he was looking at you that made you nod then.

“Please”

He kissed you on the forehead and let his fingers slip underneath the material. The moment you felt him touch you, any thoughts you might have had disappeared. If he was surprised by how ready you were, he did not show it, instead focusing on making you feel better. Your hands searched for a steady grip and settled on his arms. He let you get used to the sensation before his thumb circled your clit, making your head fall against his shoulder. The fire in your veins only got worse. You moaned quietly, and Neil chuckled in response, clearly satisfied with the response. When you felt his fingers inside, building up a rhythm that was undoubtedly going to be the end of you, you bit down on his shoulder harshly. As a reaction, he only picked up the tempo. You knew that it was not going to take long. He hit the perfect spot then, and you were unable to hold off any longer. He was the centre of your attention, both the cause and the solution to everything you felt.

“Fuck… Neil…” gasping for breath, your fingernails dug into his biceps, bruising the skin.

He must have felt that you were close, for he raised your chin again, preventing your instinct to hide from him. Your walls clenched around his fingers. You shuddered, prepared for the release. When you came undone the next moment, you could not stop yourself from crying out:

“Neil…” it was a plea but also an act of devotion “I…” love you.

Later you realised how close you got to telling him. And he must have understood it too for he captured your lips in a kiss, letting you ride out the high he brought you to. You passed the confession from your lips to his. You felt faint and yet so full of things you could not begin to understand that his lips against yours were like an anchor. Pulling you in and keeping you grounded. He brought you to the edge, and what awaited beyond surpassed any expectations. The world exploded for you, and the only thing left was Neil, his lips on yours, taking everything you were willing to give him, and his body steady beneath your shaking hands. He only ended the kiss when he knew that you were done and withdrew his hand, wiping it on the bedsheets.

“Are you alright?” his voice was raspy, and yet the look in his eyes could not be softer.

You rested your forehead against his, recovering. It never felt so good before. And it was just him bringing you the necessary release after weeks and months of ignoring and denying it. Suddenly you wanted nothing but to know what it would be like to feel him inside you. It was as though once you allowed yourself this much, you only wanted more. Death surely could not be sweeter…

“Yeah, I…” you did not know what you actually wanted to tell him “I want…” frustrated at lack of coherence, you met his gaze hopelessly.

The depth of love, desire, and understanding you saw there took your breath away. He really was quite something.

“What do you want?”

For once, the answer could not be simpler.

“You. I want you”

The genuine smile you got for the confession was worth any future regrets.

“Then we’re even” Neil cupped your cheek while his other hand reached to the clasp on your back “Are you sure?”

But it was the way he bucked his hips into yours then that made you realise. Feeling his hardness, you swallowed. But at the same time, you knew you were ready for more.

“Yes. Shut up and just…” you brushed your crotch against his, unexpectedly not caring about the fact that he just took off your bra.

Impatiently, you undid the buckle on his belt. The want you saw in his eyes was enough to assure you that he understood.

“Got you” his husky voice sent a shiver through your body.

His hand cupped your breast, stimulating the nipples as though you needed more. You kissed him on the neck, making one of the marks even darker. It was almost too simple. Unzipping his trousers, you returned the earlier favour and ran your hand over his crotch. The gasp you got in response was enough to set the fire. You met his lips in a fervent kiss, getting ready to get past the point of no return for you both.

A knock on the door was like a slap to the face, piercing the silence and ripping apart the moment you both build up.

“Neil?” TP’s voice coming through the door only intensified the feeling.

You both stilted the movement, lips brushing, tongues intertwined.

“Are you there?” at the question, Neil broke the contact.

“Yes. Just give me a moment” he called out with that breathless voice that made you realise how close it really was.

“Okay,” the slightly suspicious tone in the boss’s voice was pushed you over the edge.

Fucking hell. You started laughing hysterically, collapsing against Neil, fighting for breath. He sighed heavily and embraced you, taking time to soak in the last few seconds of the moment.

“Holy fuck” the curse only made you laugh harder.

“Indeed” you choked out and met his gaze.

It took him 5 seconds to join in with your mad laugh.

[dere-boys]

Seungmin Dere-Types Headcanons

We got bored and decided we wanted to make headcanons for some of the boys we have available for dialogue prompt requests. We've start with some of our personal biases. If anyone wants us to write dere-type headcanons for any boy in particular off our availability list just shoot us a name in our inbox!

These will also include NSFW headcanons as well. But fear not, if you don’t want to read them, when they start they’ll be marked NSFW and then end when the next dere-type begins so you should be able to scroll past them easily.

Tsundere:

Look, we all know Seungmin IRL gives off hella tsundere vibes…

Gets frustrated very easily by your affection and does not know what to do about it.

Is more likely to say something mean when he’s embarrassed or flustered and immediately regrets it but his pride won’t let him apologize.

He’s not a physical tsundere as much as he is going to tell you to leave him alone.

He gets very tongue tied when you’re forward with him and that causes him to lash out.

Quick fuse but quick to begrudgingly apologize as well.

NSFW

Cannot instigate to save his life because wanting sex with you is still wanting you and it’s awkward for him.

Tsundere Seungmin is actually hella soft in bed but he cannot look you in the eye.

Look, he wants you to go down on him, but also the second you start he’s gonna tell you not to even though he really really wants you to.

If you don’t tell him what you want he’s going to call you stupid.

Tsundere Seungmin does not know how to do foreplay.

Not very vocal once things get started but when he’s about to come is when he gets more affectionate and honest.

Yandere:

Stalker. He is 100% the stalker kind of yandere.

I’m talking pictures and letters that escalate in creepiness.

Will literally follow you everywhere, work, gym, vacations across the country.

I don’t see him as a yandere that will physically hurt you but he will for sure hurt people around you.

Likes to keep you tied up with rope instead of chains or handcuffs because they look nicer.

If he does have to punish you it's by shortening your leash and confining you to smaller spaces. Bruises don’t make for pretty pictures.

Likes dressing you up.

If he does get angry at you he’s probably going to throw things or punch walls to scare you into submission.

NSFW

Likes to tie you up and take pictures of you.

Bondage. Literally no one else has patience like him and he loves getting you positioned just right.

Breeding kink. Will fuck you full of his cum and then plug you up.

Doesn’t like seeing you cry but loves getting you begging since he wants you to need him.

Provided you’ve done nothing to upset him he’s a very complimentary partner and loves calling you pet names while he fucks you.

However, if he’s upset, he will degrade you until you’re telling him that you’ll be his good girl.

Kuudere:

Dismissive but not in a way that’s trying to be mean.

Not good at telling you he cares.

Is good at showing you he cares in small ways, like reminding you to set your alarms so you aren’t late and making sure to remind you to eat.

This can come off like nagging.

Will not confess to you first but mostly because he thinks he's being obvious about his feelings already which he definitely is not.

Likes to show off but pretends that he isn't by being super nonchalant.

NSFW

This version of Seungmin does not make noise at all and it is frustrating.

You got him to moan once. ONE TIME. And it was the hottest thing.

Is very particular about what you two do in the bedroom.

Control kink but not a dominance kink.

If you want to introduce something knew prepare to do research and convince him.

Obviously since you want to do it he'll more than likely agree, he just wants to know you'll be safe and well prepared for what you're asking for.

Definitely more of giver, you have to convince him to let you go to town on him.

Overstimulates you but not necessarily because he likes overstimulating you, it's more of a "I kept going because you were still moaning," kind of thing.

Dandere:

Big round glasses, he has like three pairs because he loves them too much.

Also pastel hoodies, his favorite is a lilac colored one you bought him on a whim, it’s big and comfy.

Probably also own a few berets, let's be honest.

Gets shy when you call him cute.

Likes buying you milk tea.

Matching couple outfits. He’s obsessed.

Will take your picture any chance he gets when you’re not watching and when you catch him he gets very shy about it.

NSFW

Lowkey sub energy.

Wants to take care of you more, but is too shy to do it on his own.

Doesn’t want to have sex with the lights off so he can see all of you.

Slow morning sex is his favorite.

Lowkey vanilla but like, it’s still nice sooo….

Not very good at asking for what he wants in bed so he usually asks what you want.

Okay but when he is feeling bolder, loves fuking you slowly from the back, just basking in your body and how you’re connected.

Oujidere:

Softer King (also vocal king but we been knew).

Likes you taking care of him without having to ask.

"What's a king without his treasure?" - Common Seungmin compliment.

Does not liked to be kept waiting and will withhold affection as punishment.

Expects you to hang around him even if he's not paying attention to you.

Orders your food for you when you go out, does not want to hear you complain if he got something you didn't want.

Expects you to put effort into your outfits and will make you go change if he thinks you're not dressed up enough to be seen with him.

NSFW

Pillow Prince (King)

He wants you to do all the work.

More into praising you then degrading you but you have to earn it.

Loves you riding him and you telling him how good his cock is making you feel.

Going down on you takes too much effort but if you've done a good enough job getting him off he'll use his hands.

A fan of quickies to take care of his stress but don't expect him to take your pleasure into account, though if you're good enough he'll let you ride his thigh while he works.

Shundere:

When Seungmin is being a shundere he doesn't want other people to know it.

Wants to be alone and wallow in his sadness.

Provide him back hugs and make him hot tea to help.

Silent crier.

If left alone for too long he will turn himself into a human burrito and bury himself in his bed.

Listens to sad/mellow songs and writes in his journal to try and feel better.

He doesn't have much of an apatite when he's sad so you buy his favorite things to coax him into eating.

NSFW

He doesn't have a very high libido so usually doesn't want to engage in penetrative sex.

Enjoys shower handjobs.

If you two have sex he wants to be as close to you as possible so it's more like slow grinding then fucking.

Likes to keep his face in your neck.

Won't ever asked to be praised but you know to do it since that's what he really really wants.

Nyandere:

Cat Breed: Ragamuffin

Catboy who wishes he was a dogboy.

Biggest cat attribute is that he will take your seat if you get up and will have no shame in doing so.

Doesn't like people touching his ears or tail*

A fan of cat naps.

Comes off as being a more of a loner but actually craves affection.

He does early morning stretches that are sleepy and adorable.

NSFW

*Okay but actually secretly loves having the base of his ears played with in bed since they're hella sensitive.

Loves to bite at your chest and shoulders.

Crossdressing: Just... Seungmin in a skirt with his fluffy tail... I-

Catboy Seungmin wants you to ride his face. He wants to taste you and milk everything he can from your body with his mouth.

Secretly loves it when you leave scratches.

If you'd like to read some headcanons for other boys here's our available list to choose from! - Dere-Boy Lineup

If you'd like to submit a dialogue prompt for Seungmin or any of the other boys here's how to do that! - Submission for Dialogue Prompts

Thank you so much for reading! - ❄️ & 🌻

[maybe-your-left]

Hi!😊

This is my first time writing to you ever😱 I've been following you for a couple of weeks and read through a lot of your work on your masterlist and OMG I LOVE IT! ESPECIALLY Good Intentions - I've read some chapters like three times already, it's so good

I love how you write the boys and how you describe everything - I can envision everything that's happening so easily. You are truly such a good writer, but hopefully you already knew that❤

I saw you were doing your ask friday and read something about Valentine's day present from one of the boys? I would really love to participate in that, but I'm not sure if I'm gonna do it right haha

I'm just gonna write it here: my fave color is petroleum blue (like a deep turquoise), my favorite flowers are roses, random fact is I'm 5'10. I'm struggling with which boy bc I can't really choose between the triplets, I love them all so much, but I feel like I'm in a Kylo mood atm

Pls let me know who your favorite triplet is, I need to know for "research purposes"/curiosity

Hope you're having a great day/evening/whenever-you-see-this✨ I will be more active here from now on now that I've built up the courage to send this haha

Love, Sierra

HI SIERRA, 

Matt Organa-Solo:

Oh baby-Matty wants to give you anything in the world. If you wanted the moon he would throw a lasso over it just to see you smile.

Matt’s favorite color is blue too! Who would’ve thought? Everyone always gets him stuff that's orange, but he only wears it because in art class he learned that it was a complimentary color to blue.

He really wants to make today special... he knows he’s not the most eloquent when it comes to his feelings for you but he wants you to know he's listening to you. He’s been working really hard on the perfect Valentine present, that you’ll cherish for the rest of your lives together, which Matt is planning on forever so jot that down.

A beautiful bouquet of roses will find its way to your work/school, rivaling anyone else's that were received earlier in the day. Along with a note that explains for you to get dressed in the outfit he laid out when you get home. A stunning blue set sprawled on the bed, your favorite color. Along with some deep blue earrings to adorn your ears, Matt wants them to twinkle, for when he bites them later.

Ben Solo: 

Sweet sweet Benny boy... the most precious boy who needs all the attention and affection you can give him. He thrives on it okay, don't make him beg, because he will crawl on his hands and knees just for an ounce of your attention. 

For Valentines? 

Ben is a regular CUPID OKAY. HE LIVES FOR ROMANCE. HE OOZES SEX, LOVE, DEVOTION, EVEN CUM OKAY. 

He spent so long on his present for you, a beautiful painting made of you. Scandalily clad in deep hues of blue, complete with blue butterflies around your body on the canvas. He absolutely loves it, and has a copy of it for himself, he thought about getting professional photos of himself naked for Valentines' but his brothers gave him a hard no... so. next year. 

A beautiful blue stone set in gold, perfect to wrap around your finger, a symbol of his love for you. 

You really thought he wouldn’t propose on Valentines? Think again! 

Why not? 

its a romantic day, and he loves you more than anything. 

Kylo Ren: 

Ummm... wtf is Valentines' day? 

is this something he should’ve known about? 

why is everyone wearing pink? 

someone kissed him because he was wearing red but he SWEARS he didn’t ask for it okay. 

Roses? 

Okay. 

Kylo gets you a rose GARDEN. Filled with exotic and hybrid Roses that come in every color you can imagine. Just because he got overwhelmed at the florists when they asked about the size he wanted. There's no size of flowers that can amount to his love for you, so a garden seemed like the next best step. 

He has hidden gifts throughout the walkway, which he pretends to not know about when you stumble upon one. Wrapped in black velvet, a big red bow atop. 

Jewels. 

Necklaces. 

Purses. 

Shoes. 

A fucking tiara. 

Along with tickets to fly to the ocean because he knows your favorite color is a deep ocean blue, which whatever. Red is far superior but he will let you live under the guise of blue being good. So he can walk on the beach with you, hand in hand while the waves crash against your feet on the shoreline. 

Also sex. 

------

My Favorite Triplet????? 

geeeeee idk....

i don’t know... 

there's so many options man 

idk dont make me choose babe. 

-------

TAGGING: @finn-ray-nal-beads​​ @onlykyloscenes​​ @candycanes19​​ @historyandfandoms50​​ @caelum-phyriina-vermillon​​ @ghoulian13​​ @mrs-kylo-ren​​ @millenialcatlady​​ @mrs-zimmerman @relationshipwithmybed​ @dancingmicrobes​​ @wayward-rose​​  @contesa-lui-alucard​​ @daydreamsofren​​ @insufferablelust​​ @ohdamnadamm​​ @mariesackler​​ @caillea​ @safarigirlsp​ @jalexunderthestars​​ @shesakillerkween​​ @glassythoughts​ @zimmermansbrat​ @not-the-teen-witch​ @jynzandtonic @roanniom 

[ciggylungz]

Rivals. c2

Rivals: chapter 2

3.2k words

Summary: Y/n and Harry are both CEO’s of their parent’s companies since they inherited the businesses from them, they’ve been rivals since they were kids- now that they’re professional adults how will their rivalry affect them?

__

When Friday rolled around Y/n was excited, she’d had a grueling week and been working 18 hours a day for the past 6 days so she was more than thrilled to have a break. Friday’s were usually pretty tame in the office, but just her luck that day a new product design was dumped on her desk and she was tasked with going through the mountains of papers filled with advertisement ideas, promotion pictures and commercial ideas for the new line of clothes and perfumes coming out for the winter season since they were a few weeks away from December. Due to the time crunch she couldn’t really afford to push it off, so she sat at her desk and reviewed everything well past her normal hours.

It was around 7 in the evening when she pulled out the bottle of tequila she kept in her desk for late nights like this, grabbing some ice from the office kitchen and a tonic water from her own mini fridge stashed in the closet in her office. She kept the lighting low, her eyes already feeling the strain of the fluorescent bulbs and fine print papers after hours of reading and she’d like to save the headache for the next morning if possible.

She was a tad bit startled when a knock sounded at her office door, she glanced to the clock seeing it was nearing 10 at night and she knew her assistant left at 8 so she was a surprised by the interruption. Of course, he had to be the one knocking. Even through her mild intoxication she could tell that curly mop of hair as him, his face joining his locks a second later as he waltzes into her office. His lips were tugged in a small smile, hands holding a binder with a plastic bag cradled in his left one.

“Ah! Getting a bit wild in the office tonight? Tequila, you naughty girl!” he gave her a fake disapproving look companied with a stern finger pointing between her and the now half empty bottle. Y/n was always a bit looser after a drink, so she didn’t have her usual bitter comeback loaded she instead felt a strange shot of happiness? Relief? Fondness? She couldn’t put her finger on it. It was too foreign of a feeling to be associated with the man. The woman didn’t understand why she didn’t feel the sense of loathing tugging at her when he spoke, instead she let out a small laugh before flipping him off.

Harry was surprised yet pleased at her reaction. He always loved tipsy y/n, the booze seemed to soften her overly serious nature and make her a bit sweeter. They had some of their best moments together after they had a good buzz going, they’d even had a few instances of cuddling during their alcohol induced haze. He remembers those times fondly; he thinks back on them at times when they’re arguing or in the middle of a grudge holding session. Harry knew she’d never admit it, but deep down behind all her walls she really was a loving, sweet girl. She always had been yet her pride and fear of vulnerability would never let her admit it.

“Hello Harry, any reason you’ve broken into my place of work?” she tipped the glass back to her lips, taking another sip of her cocktail as she waited for his response. She watched him set his things down, shrugging his suit jacket off before rolling his sleeves to his elbows. “Saw you through the window, was workin’ late myself. Thought misery needed a bit of company, and knowing you I knew you’d probably need a designated driver for the night miss tequila.” He lifted his eyebrows in a slight teasing manner, a smile growing on her lips as she giggled quietly, raising her hands in surrender. “bad habits die hard, huh?” she retorted, the smile didn’t drop from her features and Harry loved it. She always had such a beautiful smile. Her plushy lips molded into the shape, her braces did their job giving her a perfect even smile. She had a genuine smile on, he could tell by the way it met her eyes that seemed to brighten when she was in a good mood. She was beautiful. He truly didn’t understand why she had always been so self-conscious. he hated when she’d talk negatively about her looks, weight, body etc. He’d always found her to be a very beautiful woman, and her strong personality amplified that even further.

“That they do miss Y/l/n, they do indeed.” He agreed with a nod, reaching his hand into the previously noted bag pulling out some bread, followed by small slices of cheese and finally a container of grapes. They both shared a love for the particular grouping of food, often having it for snack as kids or packing it when they went on little trips with their friends. It was their thing in a sense. He might amp it up a bit to feel a special bond with her in some way, even if it’s just over a love of the same foods.

“Brought some goodies, might share with you if you’re nice to m’.” Harry made himself comfortable on the couch, toeing off his shoes to leave him in his red dress socks. He liked to have accent colors when he dressed for work, often opting for pocket squares, socks or collar pins to tie together his outfits. He had decided early on just because he was in a work environment didn’t mean he had to dress boring, he worked in fashion for Christ sake so he enjoyed a bit of complimentary accessories. Tastefulness is key though, and he knew how to pick them right.

Y/n polished off her drink, reaching to pour herself another mixing it with a coffee straw she snagged from the kitchen during her original venture out. the woman shrugged slightly, taking a sip with a little smack of her lips at the strongness. She went a bit heavy on the tequila this time around.

“Eh, I’m on a diet anyway.” Her response amused Harry, chuckling lightly before popping a grape into his mouth. He always appreciated someone with a quick wit, and Y/n checked that box for him. He was starting to realize she checked most of his boxes regarding things he found attractive…and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

__

It was nearing midnight when Y/n started to show signs she was fully drunk. Her head bobbed slightly, body lightly swaying and Harry saw her eyes flutter every so often. He could read her like a book, he knew she was stressed, tired and wasted just from a single glance. The man found it quite cute, she looked so soft and cute when she was in this state. She radiated that type of energy that made you want to hug her; she wasn’t as guarded and flighty. She looked utterly trashed but relaxed and he didn’t mind the drunkenness if it meant she wasn’t as worked up as usual. She worked hard; the woman deserved to let loose once in a while.

“Hey, think it’s time to head out hmm?” Harry slowly sat up as he spoke, stretching with a few quiet pops of his joints. Y/n lifted her head slightly, giving him doe eyes and a pouty lip. “but I have work to do…” a hiccup sounded after she spoke, making her body jolt slightly. “It’ll be there on Monday, it’s late and you’re wasted love. C’mon time to go, hey don’t get all misty eyed on me it’s okay. Swear it’s alright, everything will get done.”

Harry frowned mid-way through his sentence seeing her eyes gloss with tears. She could be quite an emotional drunk, she bottled up her feelings 24/7 so in any sort of weakened state she began to crack. Harry had seen it only twice in the thirteen years of knowing her. The first time they were 15, she’d just broken up with her boyfriend at the time who was a total douche and he’d spent the six months the pair were together practically bullying the girl and mainly spending the time they had together fucking her. she had gotten absurdly drunk and walked to Harry’s home, sobbing and shaking only to spend the rest of the night cuddled into his chest. it was a toxic relationship and Harry always hated that guy; he gave the boy a few swift kicks to the ribs a few days after the incident. The second was during spring break, the pair were freshly 20 and someone had groped her at the club. Y/n had a panic attack on the bathroom floor and Harry sat with her the whole time, even though the filthy floor was sticky with booze and god knows what else he didn’t even think of leaving her behind.

Y/n took in a deep breath nodding her head slightly, letting Harry put the bottle back in it’s hiding spot and organize her papers before getting himself situated and heading to the car. With some episodes of tripping over her own feet and dizziness he’d managed to get her into the passenger seat, buckling her and joining her in the vehicle.

__

 “Y/n no, you can’t smash the window! Where are your house keys? Put the rock down”

Bargaining with someone who’s intoxicated was never easy, but he was worried about the woman chucking a random stone through her first-floor window instead of just unlocking the door. Drunk minds aren’t the soundest he supposed seeing as he was prying a rouge rock from y/ns hand.

Eventually the keys were located and used to forge entry into her modest town house. Unlike her parent’s y/n wasn’t into flashy mansions and cars. She didn’t see a purpose for such a large home when she was the only resident, plus it creeped her out knowing there would be more room for potential squatters if she had opted for an 8-bedroom 6-bath mansion like her parents had for the 3 of them. She was never someone who fancied showing off expensive thing, she found it tacky and risky because you’re flashing to people that you have expensive things to steal. So, when she purchased a home, she opted for a modest 2-bedroom town house and she really did love it.

Harry was greeted with a subtle scent of cedar and nutmeg, reminding him y/n always opted for fall themed candles and home fragrances. She felt it made places feel cozier and warmer. contrary to her guarded and sometimes cold personality, she always wanted her home to feel welcoming.

Her décor was nice, a large leather couch with some dark red throw pillows along with a fuzzy blanket folded and draped over the back of the furniture. Some arm chairs also filled the Livingroom, art hung evenly on the wall and a tv mounted right in the center of the adjacent wall. A nice area rug and coffee table really finished off the center room, it was an inviting set up and Harry had to resist the urge to sit on the large couch that seemed to be calling to him as he started walking her up the steps.

The bedframe groaned as she flopped herself down on her mattress, a content sigh leaving her lips as the woman kicked off her shoes. “mmmm love my bed, missed it.” The woman placed an affectionate pet to her pillow, Harry laughing slightly at her antics whilst searching her dresser for clothes to change her into. Pinching a pair of sleep shorts and a tshirt before tossing it on the bed making his way into her bathroom so she could change in private.

Once the girl was situated, he reappeared, picking up her dirty clothes and putting them in her hamper for her. everything was going well, they weren’t fighting and she seemed to really be enjoying his presence but because Harrys an idiot he had to ruin it.

“maybe if you weren’t such a raging bitch, I wouldn’t have to come take you home and you’d have a boyfriend who could huh?”

He intended it to be their playful teasing, how they usually pick on each other and make rude comments but it came across harsher than intended. He sounded utterly mean and spiteful, and after Y/n had spent the evening warming up to him and even enjoying his company that felt like a smack in the face. Just when she thought maybe he’d changed or wasn’t so bad he had to make a comment, picking a topic she was already very sensitive about because all her previous relationships were very abusive and put her in the position she was in now of being so guarded and cold she was left to a life of loneliness.

There was a beat of silence, Harry registering his tone and how he’d just switched the atmosphere entirely. There was no sense of playfulness anymore, just hurt and anger. He regretted ever opening his mouth, seeing the woman look away from him with veins visible on her neck from the restraint she was using to hold back her tears. She cursed herself for drinking, it always made her more sensitive and she felt like a fool for not seeing Harry was just waiting for her to become vulnerable so he could strike back even when truly it wasn’t his intention, his actions left her with only that theory to believe.

Y/n cleared her throat and shot him the best glare she could while her eyes burned with tears begging to escape. “You can see yourself out Harry.” The dismissal was curt and quiet, there was no option for bargaining or pleading because she didn’t want to hear anything else he had to say. Harry knew when to pick his battles with her so he knew it was best he left, sighing slightly before leaving the bedroom making sure he locks her front door for her on his way out. he’s never wanted to beat his own ass so bad in his life.

__

 As much as Y/n tried to hide it under her cold, blunt exterior- she was extremely insecure and broken inside. She never learned how to express her emotions or hurt. Y/n never had parents there to guide her nor comfort her in her times of need. She’d never had anyone who cared about her to look out for her besides neglectful nannies who left her to her own devices most of her childhood. She was emotionally stunted, and it had made her vulnerable to shitty people her whole life. It led to her having a 17-year-old boyfriend when she was 13 that pressured her into losing her virginity and emotionally abused her the entirety of their year long illegal relationship. It put her in the position of having a revolving door of toxic abusive relationships with cruel boys who treated her poorly, her father was never around so she never had an example of a good man so she resorted to getting attention and validation in whatever form she could even when it was harmful and a façade to use her body and status. The woman was never taught how to handle her emotions and it led to her clawing for control in any way she could, any sort of distraction and turned her to dark, destructive behaviors in her teen years that still haunt her in the form of physical and mental scars now that she’s in her adult years. She’d practically had to raise herself, and now that she’s grown, she’s running the company that stole her parents from her. she can’t tell who she hates more, her parents or herself.

Harrys word seemed to pop the stitches on an internal wound she thought was close to healing. While he was joking, she couldn’t tell. It was said with such a bitter malice it made her skin crawl. Sure, they’ve been mean to each other for 13 years but in her vulnerable state and the knowledge he had of her past his words seemed deliberate and cruel for the sole purpose of hurting her. not a stupid joke like he’d intended.

She couldn’t get it out of her head, she spent the remainder of the weekend nursing her hangover and a wounded soul. Her mind was screaming self-hating words, cruel statements towards herself and pushing her to look for comfort in another person again even when she knew she was vulnerable to falling back into the arms of yet another man who wasn’t good for her but she couldn’t bring herself to care enough about herself to make the best choices for her. she felt like she had something to prove to Harry, herself and the universe that she wasn’t so horrible that no one could stand to be around her even if the person she chose only stuck around to leech off her. it was a stupid mindset, one that’s left her torn to shreds numerus times since her early teenage years but the spiral Harrys verbal bite sent her into had her internally turning back into 14-year-old y/n who just wanted to feel like she mattered. She was setting herself up for pain again, she knew it. But like she stated before, old habits die hard.

and y/n decided she must be a glutton for punishment when her fingers started typing in the familiar number of her ex.

[im-bakugous-bitch]

Tenya Iida - Wedding Night (NSFW!)

Prompts 44 and 51 Prompt 44: "Not to be dramatic or anything, but you're literally the most beautiful person who has or ever will walk this earth." Prompt 51: "I've never wanted anybody to fuck me this badly."

At long last, the day had finally come.  Your dress had fit beautifully, the ceremony was flawless, no drama in the reception, you couldn't have asked for a better wedding day.  But now, you and your new husband Tenya were at a hotel by the local airport preparing to depart for your honeymoon the following morning, and there was only one thing you could think of to perfectly end the day:

Sex.

Tenya had stuck to his old-fashioned ideal of not having sex before marriage, and it had frustrated you to no end.  That didn't mean you guys hadn't done anything, but you wanted to finally reach that point of pure intimacy with him.  You wanted to feel him inside you at long last.

You pulled your bags into your temporary hotel room, leaving them in front of the closet as you looked around in awe.  Even though it was just for one night, Tenya had gone all-out with selection.  There was a vase of fresh flowers on the desk, the shade was drawn back to reveal a gorgeous garden view, and there was even a small note folded up on your bed.  You walked over and picked it up, unfolding it to read a short message:

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Iida,

Congratulations on your new marriage.  Please enjoy these flowers, courtesy of the Hotel staff.  Complimentary transportation to the airport has been arranged for you tomorrow morning.

- Hotel Staff

You smiled and put the note back on the bed before turning to your new husband.  "We did it," you said with a huge grin spreading across your face.  You reached forward and took his hands in yours, excitedly meeting his eyes.  "We got married!"

He chuckled lightly, smiling as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.  "Indeed we did, y/n."

You giggled and let go of his hands, reaching to grab one of your suitcases and putting it on an empty chair.  "I have a surprise for you!"  You pulled a box out of your suitcase and smiled, looking up at him.

He walked over to you, seemingly examining the box.  "But why?  You've already given me everything I could ever ask for."

You leaned up on your tip-toes and pecked his cheek quickly.  "You're going to love it."  You quickly scurried into the bathroom, locking the door behind yourself.  You'd done all your preparations and shaving the night before, so all you had to do was change.

You quickly stripped yourself of your clothes and opened up the box.  Inside was a one-piece pure white nightie and satin shawl.  You carefully put the outfit on and took a moment to examine yourself in the mirror.  Once you adjusted your hair and were satisfied with your appearance, you took a deep breath and turned to face the door.  You opened it slowly - but only a crack, so Tenya couldn't see in.

"Hey Tenya?" you called out into the room.

His response was immediate.  "Yes?"

You giggled.  "Close your eyes."

"Okay."  

You waited a moment, then opened the door all the way.  You leaned yourself against the door-frame, putting one hand on your hip and the other resting above your head against the wall.  "Open," you finally instructed.

You watched Tenya's face as he opened his eyes, and you could see the expression on his face change.  He walked over to you, a playful smirk playing at his lips as he put his hands on your hips.  "And what might this be?" he asked quietly.

You looked up at him and tried to give him your best seductive smile.  "Your wedding present."

His hands trailed up your sides and around to your back as his lips came closer to your neck.  "Well you were right," he said right before laying a gentle kiss on your skin.  "I do love it."  He placed a much heavier kiss on your jaw, and you gasped lightly as you tilted your head to the side.  "Not to be dramatic or anything, but you're literally the most beautiful person who has or ever will walk this earth."  He then pulled away from your neck and bent down, picking you up bridal-style.

"Ah!" you giggled as your arms hung around his neck.  You pulled his face closer to yours, connecting your lips to his as he carried you over to the bed.  He laid you down gently before breaking the kiss and moving to stand at the foot of the bed.  His hands slid from your ankle up your bare leg, until he pushed the fabric of the nightie up to our stomach.

You sat upright, unable to hide the disappointed look on your face.  "Tenya," you said quietly, unable to look him in the eye.  He wasn't going to have sex with you, he was just going to eat you out like he always did.  Not that you didn't love it, but you wanted something special for your wedding night.  You wanted your first time with him.

His eyes filled with worry as you felt the bed sink in beside you.  "y/n?  What's wrong?"

You sighed.  Part of you felt a little perverted for just wanting to have sex that night, but the rest of you didn't care.  You'd waited a long time for this, and now that the time had finally come you wanted it.  "Tenya, you..."  You struggled to find the words to explain yourself.  "You said that once we were married...we could have sex."  You looked up at him, and saw his dark eyes had widened slightly.  "Do you not...want to?"  It hurt, but you had to ask.

He scooted backward on the bed, so he was sitting right beside you.  "y/n, I've been dreaming of that for such a long time now.  Of course I want to.  I just thought you'd want to wait until the honeymoon started."

"Tenya, this is our honeymoon," you said, motioning to the room all around you.  "Just because we're only here for one night doesn't make it any less a part of our honeymoon."

He nodded slightly.  "And you're sure this is what you want?"

You nodded your head.  You reached for one of his hands, holding it in the air as you played with his fingers.  "Can I tell you a secret?"

He nodded, using his free hand to adjust his glasses on his nose.  "Of course."

You threw one of your legs over him, sitting on his lap so you were straddling him.  You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "I've never wanted anybody to fuck me this badly."

He smirked and leaned his forehead against yours.  "Well then, your wish is my command."  He connected his lips to yours, gently for a moment before adding pressure and intensity.  He turned his head sideways slightly to deepen the kiss as his hands moved to pull the shawl from around your arms, placing it on the bed beside you instead.

Your hands slid back from over his shoulders to his chest, where you began undoing the buttons on his shirt.  You felt Tenya's hardness poking against your thigh, and your excitement only grew as you realized it was happening.  It was actually happening.

Once you had all the buttons of his shirt undone, you pulled it off his shoulders and tossed it somewhere on the ground behind you.  One of his hands found its way to the back of your neck, and he brought your face to his again as he gently laid the both of you down on the bed.  "You're so beautiful," he whispered before leaning into your neck, beginning to leave soft kisses everywhere he could reach.

your eyes fluttered shut as your hand moved down his body, getting caught on his belt.  Your one hand tried - and failed - to unbuckle the belt, until you finally had to pull away from him so you could sit up and do it.

Once you finally had the belt off, you leaned back down to give Tenya another kiss.  His tongue slid across your bottom lip as you undid the button of his pants, pulling them down just enough to let his clothed erection spring out.  You placed your naked heat directly on top of his erection - you wore no underwear under the nightie - and moved your hips against his as you leaned down for another kiss.

A loud groan left his lips, and his hand found its way back to the back of your neck to pull you even closer.  You noticed yourself falling over, and realized Tenya was flipping you over so he was above you.  

He smiled down at you as he leaned down to you, leaving one gentle kiss on your forehead before standing up off the bed.  He walked over to one of his suitcases and pulled out two boxes, which he brought over to the bed and put on the nightstand.  You watched, intrigued as he took his glasses off and opened one of the boxes.  He placed contact lenses into his eyes before turning to you.

"I don't want my glasses to fall off and I lose sight of you for even a second," he said as he blinked a couple times before the contacts set into place.  He then grabbed the second box and pulled out a metallic blue wrapper.

You sat up on your knees.  "If you lost sight of me, you'd just have to ask to see me again.  I'm yours, now and forever."  You smiled and held out your left hand, which had your shining new wedding ring on it.

He took your hand in his and gentl brought it to his lips, leaving a light kiss on your knuckles.  He then placed the metallic wrapper onto the bed beside you and used both his hands to cup your cheeks, bringing your face towards him as he got back onto the bed.  He crawled on to of you, still not breaking the kiss, until you started pulling at the waistband of his underwear.

"Please, Tenya," you whined as you leaned your forehead against his, hand moving past the waistband to stroke his hard dick.  

He pulled his hands away from you so he could pull his underwear down his legs and deposit them on the floor.  "The most beautiful woman in the world is laying before me, begging me to have sex with her...How could I say no to that?"  He grabbed the wrapper off the bed and ripped it open, pulling a condom out.

"Here," you said as you sat up and took the condom from his hands.  "Let me."  You couldn't contain your excited smile as you placed the condom over his dick, and once it was finally on you laid back on the bed.

Tenya positioned himself at your entrance and stuck his tip in.

You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting the pain to be worse than it was.  You looked up at him, eyes locking with his as he stared down at you.

"Are you in pain?" he asked.

You shook your head.  "No," you said quietly.  "You got me so wet it just slides right in."

He leaned down and kissed your lips as he stuck a bit more inside you.  It was a bit uncomfortable, but nothing painful.  "You're doing so good," he whispered against your lips as he pushed himself further inside you.  "About halfway there."

You wrapped your arms tightly around him as your legs found his waist, wrapping themselves around him and pulling him closer.  That sent him in deeper, causing you both to let out moans.

"y/n," he groaned as he pushed himself in the rest of the way.  You remained like that for a moment, both adjusting to this new sensation until your legs tightened around him.

"You can move," you said as you looked up at him.

He nodded and pulled himself almost all the way out of you before shoving right back in.  You let out a loud moan, back arching off the bed as your fingers dug into his skin.  He repeated the process again, adding to the pleasure by sucking on the skin at the very edge of your jawbone.  You'd imagined how amazing Tenya would be, but you'd never imagined it could feel this good.  

"Tenya," you moaned out as he kept going.  He began slowly building up speed as he moved in and out of you, and soon enough he was hitting a spot so deep it had you seeing stars.  "Oh, Tenya-!" you yelled, fingers digging into and dragging down the skin of his back.  Your hips moved in sync with his, and when one of his hands moved down to play with your clit, you knew it was coming.

"Oh, I'm so close-!" you panted out as you continued moving against him.  Your movements were becoming sloppier due to your impending release, and you noticed his were as well.

"I am too," he said from above you.  His eyes looked over your face, and a smile crossed his lips.  "Do it for me, y/n," he whispered.  He gave one last strong thrust and suddenly, all the tension built up inside of you began to disappear.  He kept going inside you as your release washed over you, and eventually you felt something warm inside of you.  Tenya paused for a moment before pulling out of you, taking off the used condom and disposing of it properly.  After it was in the trash, he climbed back onto the bed and took you in his arms.

"That was amazing," you panted as you laid your lead on his chest.  You could feel how fast his heart was beating, it was racing almost as much as your own.  You turned so you could look at him, and smiled as you gave him a quick peck on the lips.  "I love you so much, Tenya Iida."

He smiled as his hand ran up and down your side.  "I love you too, y/n Iida."

[a-simple-imagine]

Meet the Parents

Requested by anonymous:  “Could you maybe do one where her and reader are on a mission and reader gets a call about a family emergency and the reader brings Helena and they’re still in their clothes from the mission and Helena meets the readers family for the first time?”

Requested by anonymous:  “hi, I’m the anon asking about you writing for Helena, could you possibly do where she saves reader and she takes care of reader and they end up falling in love??”

Pairing: Helena Bertinelli x fem!reader 

Words: 3.2k+

A/N- I combined both requests to make them longer, I hope that's okay. 

Warnings - swearing, injury mention, stabbing, and blood. 

"You go that way." She instructs quietly, pointing past your left shoulder. You glance in that direction and then back at her as she points the opposite way. "I'll go this way. Find an advantage point then wait for my signal okay? We don't need a repeat of last time."

You roll your eyes. You messed up one time and she's never let you live down. "What about Dinah? Shouldn't she be here? This doesn't seem like a two-person job."

"We'll be fine," she assures you but you're not confident it will be. "Now go." Reaching out, you grab the woman's hand before she has a chance to walk away; pulling her back against you.

"Don't die," You don't expect her to, she was a trained assassin after all. If anything you were more likely to get hurt than she was but you'd grown used to saying that before a mission. Your lips collide in a quick unplanned kiss. She tasted oddly like coffee and you wonder when she had a chance to stop off and get some. Pulling gently on her bottom lip as you pull back, you do as instructed. Disappearing off to the left as she went right. Creeping silently behind large creates of what you assume are guns but could very possibly be drugs or anything else. Some criminals couldn't pick a particular trade; they just had to dabble in a few of them. You spy a dozen or so men stood around. The leader was obviously your target and he stood dead centre shouting about a shipment. The buzzing in your pocket catches you off guard and you panic as you pat yourself down. Shit. Luckily nobody else seemed to hear it and you let out a breath. It was just a text from your mom but the contents leave you conflicted. Spying Helena across the way, she meets your eyes with a disapproving frown. You hesitate for a second, pulling your eyes from the other woman and back to your phone before abandoning your post. This was important; surely she'd understand. Rushing outside, your hit by the cool mid-afternoon breeze. You suddenly felt very hot and suffocated in that large warehouse. Helena joins shortly after. You prepare for a lecture but she seems more confused than angry.

"What's up?"

"I..." You feel guilty now but you shouldn't. It was just one job. "can we do this another time? I gotta go."

"What do you mean?" She asks, taking a step closer as you take a step away. "Go where?"

"Home-" That's not right. You share an apartment with her and have for a while now. "I mean my parent's house. Would it be suspicious to get an Uber from here?"

"...yeah." She stated plainly. It probably wasn't wise to request one to an old creepy warehouse full of criminals. "If you tell me where it is, I can take you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," She nods, brushing some stray hair out of the way. The woman waves her hand dismissively. You had expected her to demand more of an explanation; you would but you were grateful she didn’t. "Yeah, of course. These assholes can wait."

Your parents only live a few hours away but you don't visit often. You're much too busy and frankly, you just never wish to do so. It's not that you dislike them, you love them very much, you're just not all that close as a family.

"So, are you gonna tell me why we dropped everything to come here or?" Helena trails off as you both walk up hand in hand up the front path. She was trailing just a few steps behind you.

"My grandma got rushed into hospital so my parents summoned me." You explain softly. "They're not always the most complimentary so please be nice, I've never brought anyone home with me before."

Face to face with the door, Helena ends up being the one to knock and she gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "It'll be okay."

The door swings open and you find your father staring back. He hasn't changed much; he just looks slightly older. You could see the grey among his brown hair. The wrinkles that were just about there. "If it isn't my favourite daughter."

"I'm your only daughter, dad."

He offers up a smile as you brush past. "And she's brought a friend." As if on queue your mother appears in the living room just as you walk into it. It takes everything in you not to let go of Helena's hand. It wasn't that you were embarrassed, they just didn't know.

"Helena, these are my parents," you take a deep breath. "Mom and Dad, this is Helena Bertinelli, my... girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Your mother questions.

"Bertinelli? Like the Bertinelli massacre?" Your dad asks and your eyes go wide. You turn to check on Helena but she seems fine.

"Jesus, dad." You scold, surprised by just how quickly he brought it up. The massacre of a massive crime family gets around but he didn't need to bring it up the moment they meet.

"You... don't have to answer that."

"It's fine," Helena assures you. "Yes, that Bertinelli."

"I expected a girl but this definitely wasn't what I pictured- no offense... what was your name again? Helen?"

"Her name's Helena, mom." You huff.

Why are you both dressed like they're having a sale at the fancy dress shop?" Somehow that was both accurate and an insult. You had come straight from a mission, there was no time to change and your parents didn't know about the whole crime-fighting thing.

"Oh, we came from... work?" You explain with an awkward chuckle. "Is grandma okay? Or did you just bring me here to insult my outfit?"

It was like all the air in the room had been sucked out. Both parents went silent. Helena moves a little closer to you. "You should probably go see her," your mom mumbles quietly. "Your dad can take you."

The car ride to the hospital was filled with 80's throwback music and zero conversation. You sat in the back, Helena next to you with your father behind the wheel. Your mother stayed behind. Your grandma wasn't even awake when you went in. It was just dark and clinical. The beeping of machines all around. You couldn't stay there long; it was all just too much. You basically run out of the room, collapsing against the wall. Helena walks up alongside you. "Here," she holds out a plastic cup of water. You graciously accept, thanking her before taking a sip. "Are you okay?" You think about what she has asked. Of course, you weren't but you nod a little. "Look at me." You keep your eyes down. "Look at me, Y/N." Her voice was firmer this time and reluctantly, you glance towards her. "You don't have to be okay." You hold her gaze for a moment, she has such beautiful eyes. Swallowing hard, you wrap your arms around her and pull her close. Helena squeezes you tightly; tighter than she ever has before. Her hand smoothes over your back. She eventually pulls away, taking your hand instead and leading you towards the waiting area. It was empty.

"Were you close to her?" Helena asks softly, sitting down beside you. "You've just never talked about your family much before so-"

"I'm not really close with any of them," you interrupt softly. "But I was when I was younger- with my grandma, I mean. It's just... difficult when it's sprung on you, y'know? I don't know how I'm supposed to feel."

"I'm sure she'll be fine but even if she's not, you're not alone in this."

"I don't have that kind of relationship with my parents." You admit almost sadly.

"I didn't mean them," Helena replies, she places a finger under your chin pushing you to look at her. She wore the most gentle of smiles. "I know what it's like to lose family. I was so angry at the world but I will be here for you, every step of the way."

You can't help but smile back, resting your head on her shoulder. Your girlfriend puts one arm around your shoulder and you just sit there together; listening to the world around you pass by.

"You two ready to go?" You nod in response to your father's voice as he walked into view.

"Dad?" You call from a few steps behind him.

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind if we stay the night?"

He hesitates, looking back at the both of you but continuing the journey to the car. "Of course not, We can make up the guest room."

"Is that okay with you?" You realise you forgot to ask Helena what she wanted. Of course, she could leave any time, it was entirely her decision. She nods a little in agreement and you're happy she does.

It was later than expected when you finally pull up outside your parent's house. It didn't feel like you had been gone that long but clearly, time was running a marathon today. At the kitchen table you're sat watching your girlfriend help out - or more so engage in a conversation - with your father. He'd basically forced her into it but at least she seemed to be enjoying herself. Your mother was sat across from you, silently filling in the crossword puzzle from today's paper.

"You got yourself a good one there," The comment from your mother was surprising. They could be incredibly judgemental and Helena wasn't always the best when it came to other people. You appreciated her trying. "She seems to really care about you."

"Hey Y/N." Your attention is drawn from your mother to your father. "Set the table would you?"

"Sure." You do as you're told, collecting the plates and cutlery; setting four places around the table. A silent look of concern from your girlfriend, you give her a small smile.

"So, how did you two meet?" Your father asks when you're all finally settled down for dinner.

"Well... it's a little complicated." God, it felt like a lifetime ago now.

***When you left the house today you never expected to end up in the middle of a fight. You also didn't expect to get hurt. Your arm was aching, your chest heaved. Your entire body felt like it was on fire. You managed to stay conscious enough to see someone grab you. It was a girl with a crossbow. She was giving you a ride somewhere; hopefully to a hospital but that was not the case. Probably a good thing considering you did not have the money or insurance to cover the visit. Instead, you were lying on an uncomfortable couch in a rather expensive looking apartment. The same girl comes marching over with a first aid kit, sitting down beside you. With soaked cotton wool, she attends to the injury on your arm. You can't help but flinch at her touch.

"Stay still," she growls. As much as it stings you manage to stay pretty still. It was only a scratch you could get through it. A tight bandage is wrapped around your upper arm. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

You nod slowly; hand shaking as you reach to take pull off your protective layer. The woman ends up having to help you; she gets your jacket off and pulls up your blood-soaked shirt. "Holy shit," She seems surprised. "Why didn't you tell me about this one first?"

"Sorry," you mumble weakly, eyes beginning to drift. "it's... it's my, uhm, first time being stabbed."

"Jesus." The woman slaps you clear across the cheek; you blink in shock.

"What the fuck?"

"I need you to stay awake until I'm done, okay?" You groan as you let your eyelids close. "I'm serious."

Staying awake was more difficult than it seemed to be. The pain was very much helping in that department as she tended to the wound but you just felt so tired. The world around you seemed to be fading. You bring your non-injured arm up to rub at your eyes. The woman applies pressure to your wound that earns a loud Yelp in pain. "I said stay awake."

"Hurry up," you whine.

"I didn't have to help you," she fires back sharply. "I could have left you to bleed out on the street so if I was you, I'd keep that mouth shut, okay?" You swallow hard, laying silently until she's seemed to be done. "Still tired?"

"Mhmm."

"Do you remember what happened?"

You thought back to the events and they were hazy but you could still relive them. "I... got in the uh... I got in the way so some dude stabbed me and then like... he shoved me aside. I hit my head on the floor when I collapsed."

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Hand shoved in your face, you count the fingers.

"Three."

"Do you feel sick?" You shake your head.

"Just very sore." There are no more questions so you snuggle against the cushions and drift off to sleep.

You're entire body is screaming in pain when you finally wake up. Sun streams through a crack in the curtains. You attempted to push yourself up but the pain was too much and you collapsed back down against the couch. "Good, you're awake. I wasn't too sure you were gonna make it."

"The hospital would have been a good start."

"Yeah, no." She doesn't even attempt to give you an explanation.

"I feel like shit." You cough a little as you struggle to roll onto your side. "Where are we?"

"You hungry?" She's stood in what you assume is the kitchen area, leaning back against the counter.

"No," you shake your head. "Who even are you?"

"Take these," she walks over and hands you a glass of water along with some pills. You hope they're pain killers. "I'm... Helena."

"Helena," you repeat, popping the pills into your mouth with a gulp of water. "That's a pretty name."

"Uh, thanks," she turns away from you entirely. This woman - Helena - she was pretty in a non-classical way. She seemed tense around you but that was probably because you are complete strangers.

"I'm Y/N." You tell her with a smile. "Thanks for helping me."

"It's fine." Her shoulders rise in a little shrug. "I'd recommend staying put for the next couple days. Unless you got somewhere to be then you're free to leave."

"Couldn't even if I wanted to," it'd hurt too much to get up never mind find your way back to your place where you lived alone. Glancing down, the patch she had put in place was stained deep red. You know you shouldn't but you can't help but press a finger against it; teeth gritting at just how intense the pain was. "I hope I get a scar."

"Why?"

"It'll be a cooler story if I have a scar." You explain. It's more believable if you have a scar too.

"Do you mind?" She points at your wound. You frown but let it go ahead. She peels back the gauze and cleans up the wound a little. You can't help but retreat from her touch. The very stern look you received in return very quickly brought you to a stop. A cheeky smile on your lips.

Helena was rather awkward to stay with. In the sense that you were both complete strangers and she clearly wasn't used to dealing with people. She was nice though. She brought you pain medication when you asked and food whenever she could. She even let you sleep in her bed while she slept on the couch. You told her it wasn't necessary but she insisted. The thing was that even being in such close proximity with her, you didn't learn much about her other than she was a very closed off person. She liked to keep to herself. Days turned into weeks and you were slowly but surely beginning to feel better.

It was still early; Helena was softly snoring away on the couch. You had everything prepared but you were too awkward to wake her up so you just waited patiently at her dining table. Popping one grape after another into your mouth.

"Good morning. What time do you call this?" You tease when you finally notice her begin to stir. It was only like nine a.m. but you'd been up since six so it felt much later. Days felt longer when you got up early. “I’ve been up for hours.”

"Hey," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes softly. "What are you doing?"

"I made you breakfast. It took twice as long because everything hurt but I got it done," you declare proudly. "By the way, you're now out of eggs and orange juice so you need to go to the store." Helena's lips curl up into a tiny smile as she joins you at the table.

"This is... nice. Thank you."

"No need to thank me," Now that she's here you finally feel like you can start eating so you pick up a fork and dig it into a piece of scrambled egg. "It's to say thank you for looking after me." Helena's smile grew just slightly before picking up the fork and digging in too. "I was thinking I should probably go home at some point." Helena nodded along. "But I was hoping that maybe... if you wanted to... we could like grab a coffee or something once I feel better?"

Helena freezes, meeting your curious gaze. You immediately regret your decision. "Or not. We don't have to if you don't want to- I just... I thought this was nice and I wanted to see you again but if you don't want to that's fine. Totally cool- forget I even said anything."

An awkward silence followed but after a few seconds, she spoke again. "I would like that,"***

"You got stabbed?" Your mum quarried, clearly surprised by your story. Your father, on the other hand, seemed more than amused

"Yeah, while ago. I have the scar of you wanna see? Without this one, I probably would have died."

"Guess we should thank you for keeping our girl alive." You dad adds.

"Oh, that's not necessary. I'm glad I did it." Your hand finds her thigh which you gently squeeze under the table.

Family dinner was nice. It was the first time in forever you had just sat down and had a nice meal. You watched a movie after before deciding to call it a night early. Today had been one hell of an emotionally exhausting day. Now you lay in the darkness. Helena was next to you but you weren't sure if she was awake or not until she turned onto her side to look at you. "How you holding up?"

"I'm okay," you decide, turning your head to look at her. "I just keep thinking about what you said in the hospital. It really helped."

"I'm glad," she declares. "I'm always here for you, Y/N. No matter what."

"I know," you nod, turning your entire body to her. "And I love you for that. I'm glad you're here."

"I love you." The girl taps you very gently on the end of your nose. "And I'm glad I'm here too."

[ghostlypawn]

okay im gonna type up my hadestown costume ideas bc why the heck not hope u enjoy x feel free to share yours/add on if you want.

note: in my production orpheus is female for Reasons (also hades could also be a girl i dont think it rly matter for what i suggest)

overall my vibes are more ~fantasy~ but still grounded in reality ??

Hades: honestly the vibes from the bway costume are great love it and the suit. especially the wall tattoo im stealing that. i do however want more red incorporated for like,, colour analysis reasons bc im a whore for colours that have meaning. have some photos for an idea (the last is my fave i think):

also with that i found this walking stick thing that feels quintessential hades so here that too (along with a cape that i think he should wear during his entrance bc parallels later ig?

overall: similar to the bway costume but more fantastical in a vampirey way?

Persephone: okay for the most part i was just seeing pretty dresses with florals and sticking them in her board. but they all have the same vibe which i still think i would like. also her colour is still green (complimentary colour to red). have some pictures:

and then at some point i got a GREAT idea. but i dont know how to implement it exactly yet. okay so similar to how broadway has a green and then black costume for the different acts; in the first act her skirt is more ballgown-y and poofy which should resemble flower petals in bloom (possibly more structured so its obvious unlike the more flowy dresses i showed although i think the ideas would still be seen with the skirts above) and then in act 2 the dress is much more slim-fitting against her body so it looks like the flower petals have wilted and are clinging to her body?? does that make sense?? i love it anyway.

overall: more fairy-queen whimsical vibes than broadway and a lot more emphasis on floral details.

Orpheus: okay i dont know why but i get major farmery/cottagecore vibes from orpheus like they just wanna vibe to music and forget about the real world?? so naturally i wanted to get those vibes. i wanted it to have similar vibes to bway with the white shirt and suspender type look so heres some pictures i found:

orpheus’ colour is that ochre yellow (similar colour family to persephone -> shared values). i liked the idea of the apron too (same as bway) but yknow,, cuter. i also wanted more details on the shirt so i liked the flowery embroidery details (on both the shirt and shoes) to really tie orpheus to the overworld. i did however want orpheus to have a cape when they go into the underworld bc i feel like thats what all fantasy adventurers do when they ~adventure~. so i was looking at capes until i found one that i think went with what i imagined for the dress.

the first cape is what i originally imagined but thought that it was almost too big and thick for orpheus so then i found the one on the right which i LOVE as its shorter and lighter and goes better with the dress underneath which is similar to the ones i showed at the beginning. (also there could be some analysis between hades and orpheus about how hades’ cloak covers his whole body as if hes hiding himself whilst orpheus’ still makes them look vulnerable especially as they both wear the cloak in the world theyre not familiar with.)

bonus costumes: the guitar!! i found some rly cute guitars which i love the idea of orpheus having a doodled guitar especially with motifs found within the show: 

pretty tree/floral/naturey designs !! you get what im putting down.

overall: cottagecore orpheus is what we deserve

Eurydice: okay eurydice was hardest all i knew is that her colour would be a dark purple (complimentary to yellow and similar to red). at first i was think more london eurydice with jeans or overalls because i knew i wanted her in trousers. but i thought this made her look too pedestrian in compared to the others (idk mayb that would work considering theyre gods and shes,, not?) i didnt entirely like it so went to the fantasy drawing board and found these (but pretend theyre shades of purple): 

i like that they like theyre made out of materials found on hand and just thrown together for warmth but they also look agile as hell which is good for eurydice imo as i see her as a lil pickpocket just tryna get by. so something similar to this. i think i would keep the act 2 worker outfit pretty much the same, especially if we remove any hints of colours (espc purple) to remove any identity similar to what bway does already.

also bonus accessories:

still boot wearing but more steampunky? possibly still with some natural elements but more about the moon/sun rather than flowers, i cant quite explain but to me they give of different meanings?? idk. also the CUTEST pouch that resembles a flower which would be the only thing resembling a flower. like she would associated orpheus with the flower but she also has this other association between money and a flower so its like theyre her two major conflicts and theyre assoicated with the flower idk man i think u understand what im getting at.

overall: steampunk/fantasy thief vibes

bonus prop for hermes simply because i love it and want you to see it:

flower/leaf umbrellas !! yknow like in way down?? its cute thats all (dont think they close tho but we can work it out its not as if im actually making them.

thank you for reading my accumulated thoughts and feelings if u got to the end i hope you enjoyed/liked my ideas n opened ur brain to endless potentials with this show. once again feel free to tell me anything u liked/would change/a whole new outlook wherever !! its interesting to see people think creatively !! i love it !!

(also as for set i feel like everyone now on my blog knows im an advocate of a great comet-esque interactive set where the set IS hermes bar/speakeasy thing)

[mysteira6]

FukaFlower - Holding Your Left Hand

~*~*~*~*~

Summary:

She wasn’t gonna let him feel bad for holding his left hand.

Setting: Fukase and Flower are in the same high school grade and are around 17 - 18 years old. Also, they’re already a couple in this one-shot. Read on for fluff, angst and a little sweet moment at the end. ^3^

~*~*~*~*~

Autumn-coloured lamps decorated the streets, surrounding the many stalls by the pathway in a warm-coloured glow. Young adults in ankle-length yukatas and young children with bags of candy and treats in their hands littered the road before them, the small-talk between groups of teens and squeals of delight amongst children filling their ears. Stall owners left and right were hollering customers over, hoping to catch their attention to play their games or buy their fun-coloured snacks.

The white-haired teen blinked at the sight. “Wow,” She muttered. “I know Miku was warning us when she said this year’s carnival would be ‘packed as sardines’, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this… crowded…”

She heard a light-hearted chuckle from the young man standing beside her. “Welp, I guess that’s a lesson learnt,” He said jokingly.

“What lesson?”

As he turned to her, his scarlet right eye sparkled jovially. “That we should actually listen to the ‘popular diva’ instead of assuming that she only talks about rumours,” He noted, another laugh emerging from his mouth.

The thought of that made her narrow her eyes a little. “I’m not so sure about that, Fukase,” She murmured skeptically, shaking her head. “She talks more about gossip than anything remotely useful-”

“But if we had listened to her, then we wouldn’t be caught in this human traffic jam now, wouldn’t we?” The redhead replied, though soon after, he heaved a sigh and shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. “Oh well, we’re here anyway and the night is young, Flower! Hopefully, the crowd will thin out in a bit,”

Despite her initial disappointment of not having a peaceful stroll with him, the optimistic grin on his face was enough to wash her negativity away. Of course he would try to cheer her up like this. After all, this date was his idea, something that he came up with during their lunch hour when all the other students were talking about the upcoming summer festival and how carnivals were being set up in dozens of neighbourhoods. Given that they had just finished their school term, it seemed like a perfect time to start their summer break with a fun little getaway with just the two of them.

Flower puffed in mild annoyance. When Fukase asked her to go to the carnival in their neighbourhood together, she got giddy with excitement as she always was when it came to their dates. That was one of the strangest things about being with him; somehow, he had managed to break down her curt demeanor and unpack her sweet side that very few people saw. All it took was him being a cheerful jokester who not only tried his best to make everyone smile, but also possessed a kind heart to help anyone he could. Funny then, that he would be interested, and eventually fall in love with, a pessimistic girl who was essentially a stoic emotional wall.

Oh well. Life can be that weird sometimes. In fact, what was more weird was that as he talked to her everyday, cracking a joke here and there, Flower found herself becoming more conscious of how she presented herself in front of him. The little things that she barely cared about before gradually took priority in her appearance as he tried everyday to make her smile a little. Smoothing out her skirt and brushing her hair behind her ears were only two of the dozen things that crossed her mind as soon as she heard him talking to her.

Tonight was no exception to her new routine of fussing over her appearance; as soon as she got home, Flower immediately made a beeline for her preppy younger sister, Xin Hua, who was lounging on the sofa and scrolling through the feed on her phone as usual. However, after Flower explained her situation, the cobalt-haired teen quickly placed her phone aside and partook in the giddy excitement that her older sister was feeling. One trip to Sachiko’s yukata gallery and another to Mizki’s hair accessory treasury was enough for the aspiring fashionista to dress her sister up for her special summer date.

“Flower? Flower!” The sight of his bandaged hand waving front of her was enough to snap the short-haired teen back to reality, her violet eyes blinking a few times to readjust her field of vision. “Hey, are you okay?” Fukase asked her, a worried frown inscribed on his lips as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“O-oh, sorry, I… I’m okay,” She stuttered in embarrassment, slightly ashamed that she spaced out in the middle of nowhere. Her instinctive reaction of looking down whenever she got awkward got her looking at the yukata that Xin Hua had picked for her. It was of a deep violet shade, accompanied by prints of lavender and white coloured cherry-blossoms and outlines of round lanterns scattered across her sleeves and skirt. She had a grape-purple obi tied around her waist to keep her outfit together and Ms Sachiko even gave her complimentary wooden sandals and a hickory-coloured basket for her necessities to complete the ensemble. ‘Cherish your youth’, she had said with a warm smile after Flower had told her the reason for her purchase.

Meanwhile, Fukase chuckled at her quiet response and quietly slid his right hand under her chin, gently lifting her gaze to look at him. There wasn’t an obvious height difference between them (except for a few centimeters that Flower had but Fukase didn’t) but even then, Flower felt rather small under the gaze of his right eye, his left one being concealed under his white eye patch. Having him stand close to her also allowed her to take in his outfit for the night; a muted red yukata with black lines resembling tree branches drawn on its cloth all held together by a thin bright red obi.

“You sure?” He smirked at her like a cheeky devil would, the jokester side of him showing. “You’re blushing, you know,”

His words rooted her to the spot. “No, I am not!”

“Sharp response. I thought you were a kuudere, not a tsundere,”

“I-Does that really matter right now?!”

Her flustered response was met with a fit of laughter from Fukase, his red curls dancing in the air as he shook his head jokingly. “I kid! I kid!” He sang out as he held his hands up as if surrendering. “Please spare me from your silent treatment, Hana-chan~”

She puffed her cheeks. “You’re only lucky that I decided to dress up for tonight and I don’t want to ruin our date,”

“Oh right, I was gonna say,” His expression lit up as he continued. “You look… as pretty as a flower tonight,”

He half-heartedly expected a startled response and was unsurprised when she only snarkily replied: “A pun-related flirt isn’t going to get to me, Fukase,” Of course she’d say something like that.

“Darnnit, that didn’t work as well as I had hoped,” He pretended to be upset for a moment before raising his right hand towards her, cueing the snow-haired girl to blink at him a few times.

“Well anyway,” He began, tilting his head at her cutely. “Now that we’ve been chatting here for a while, I believe it’s about time for us to head down there, yeah?”

She found herself beaming as she accepted his hand. “Yes, let’s,”

~*~*~*~*~

“Come and catch your own kingyo! Only 200 yen to bring one home!”

“Fresh shaved ice and candied apples for sale! Come and get them before they’re gone!”

As their evening continued, the crowd really did grow thinner as most of the younger children were brought home by their parents and some of the teenagers were heading home as well. Since the both of them were night owls on a daily basis, the moon climbing up the sky did not bother them. Fukase’s enthusiasm for them to visit every stall did not falter even as the night went on. Beside him, Flower held tightly to his right hand, a small smile on her face as she witnessed him bring her all around the carnival. She could tell that he was excited for it.

“Are you hungry? We should get some mochi here,”

“I think those pinwheel headbands would look cute on you,”

“Hey, this fruit tea tastes great! Try some!”

Perhaps it was a little selfish for her to say it, but Flower really liked the attention that he was giving her tonight. It wasn’t odd for Fukase to treat her so kindly (he was literally known for being the kindest person for a lot of people) but hearing him talk to her alone made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, a feeling that only he could generate. However, tonight it felt like Fukase’s gentlemanly nature was much more prominent than usual… Was it because they were wearing such fancy clothes?

Whatever the reason was, she didn’t really care about it. After all, who would turn down a kind, pampering boyfriend like him? Even though Flower was slow to understand social norms as a wallflower, she knew enough to recognise that Fukase was kind of spoiling her (not that she was complaining, mind you).

Her train of thought was interrupted when something at a shelf on her left managed to catch her attention, silently motioning her to get closer to the stall with multi-coloured stacks of cans lined up in pyramidal formation behind its counter. She couldn’t take her eyes off one of the prizes at the game stall; a small lavender rabbit with a translucent maroon ribbon wrapped around its neck and a top hat sewn onto its head. Its subtle resemblance to Fukase’s normal outfit was probably what caught her eye.

“Whatcha looking at?” The very person she was thinking about turned his head in the same direction as she was facing, his eyes scanning the game stall for whatever had caught her attention. “Do you see that little rabbit on the shelf?” Flower whispered to him while leaning close to his ear. “It’s kinda cute. I just thought that it looked like you in your coat, doesn’t it?”

The redhead has his eyes trained on the stuffed toy that had caught his girlfriend’s attention. It didn’t take him long to mutter a ‘let’s head over there’ as he brought them both over to the stall, his hand never letting go of her despite her initial surprise. After he forked out some coins for the stall owner, a basket with brightly coloured plastic balls was placed in front of him, the challenge of knocking over all the cans in three hits now laying before him.

“Fukase, you don’t have to do this for me,” The white-haired girl standing behind him said timidly, a bit uneasy that he decided to play this game just for her.

The redhead smiled at her. “But I want to,” He simply said, picking up the first ball from the basket. “Besides, you like that rabbit doll, right?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“Then just sit tight and watch me win it for you!” He gleefully replied as he aimed for the base of one of the can pyramids before hurling his ball at them, nailing a hit on the cans at the bottom for his first throw. The coloured cans tumbled onto the table with loud clatters and clangs as the pyramid fell, knocking down all the obstacles quickly. He grinned at his victory.

“Wow, you got them all in one shot!” The stall owner commended, lightly clapping her hands to his success. “Congratulations! You’re welcomed to choose any prize you want for winning,”

“Any prize?” Fukase glanced over to her as the lady nodded, her satin pink hair bouncing up and down. He soon turned his eyes back to the little rabbit that Flower had been eyeing this whole time, the smile on his face widening. “Can I have the little rabbit over there? The one of that shelf, please,”

“Sure thing!” She replied as she gently lifted the rabbit doll off the shelf and handed it over to him. “Thank you for playing!” The store owner sang out as Fukase received the doll from her, turning back to his girlfriend. Holding out the lavender rabbit doll in his two hands, he smiled warmly at her. “Ta-da! Here you go, Flower,”

Her face shone as she held the doll in her hands, now able to marvel its cuteness up close. It really did look similar to Fukase in his fancy outfit. “Thank you,” She unknowingly broke into a wide smile as she petted the rabbit’s head the same way she did to Point, Fukase’s pet doll. “It’s really cute…” She giggled.

He grinned at her, a warm feeling washing over him at the sight of Flower’s smile. It never failed to make him smile back at her, or to make his cheeks feel a little warmer than usual. Deep down, he wished she did that all the time, but he also understood her take on it; it was better to let her slowly get into the habit of smiling instead of forcing it on her.

Instead, he raised his hand towards her again, hoping to continue their stroll through the carnival until he noticed which one he was holding up to her. In a hasty maneuver, Fukase swiftly relocated himself to be standing on her right side as he offered his hand to her again, disregarding the confused expression on her face. “Shall we go back to the path, milady?”

She giggled again at his formal demeanor. “You don’t have to be so formal,” She quickly packed her new rabbit doll into her basket as she accepted his hand again. Although she was already well aware of his odd behaviour from before, Flower knew better to not bring it up and make him embarrassed.

Unfortunately, the more she thought about it, the more it started to bug her. Especially when she started to realise how often such situations would occur multiple times that night. Upon closer inspection, there was one thing that they all had in common; the fact that Fukase had never let her hold his left hand.

As much as she didn’t want to sound like some prissy girl complaining on their date, the urge to ask him about it was stronger than those worries. “Hey, Fukase?” The white-haired teen began, tugging a little on their interlocked hands to get his attention. “Can I… ask you something?”

He eagerly turned to her. “What is it?”

“Can I hold your left hand?”

The question alone was enough to wash his bright smile away, replacing it with an astonished frown on his face and a startled expression in his eye. His footsteps immediately stopped in the middle of the pathway as his grip on her hand tightened a little. For a while, Flower started to regret asking that question; she would’ve not done so if it meant that she was going to be subjected to him staring at her, downright baffled at her words. Now, she felt as if she was riveted to the ground by his gaze, feeling her heart climbing up her throat as she gulped loudly.

Fortunately for her, he broke their staring contest by turning his head away from her for a bit, his left hand covered from top to bottom in bandages rising up to cover his face. In a low, apologetic tone, he muttered: “Uh, sorry about that,”

She was speechless. “Eh?”

“I know you don’t like it when people stare at you, so… sorry that I was doing that just now.” He hastily apologised before continuing. “A-anyway, why do you want to h-hold my left hand? I mean-! Is there a reason? N-not that you have to tell me, wait I mean-!”

As the redhead stumbled over his words, the gears in Flower’s head started turning. A line of stuttering dialogue from Fukase convinced her that her asking him about it was the right thing to do; in a normal everyday conversation, he would never ever trip over his own words. As far as she could remember, his confidence in speaking has never failed him, only faltering a little whenever Flower managed to sneak a sweet, unintentionally affectionate line of dialogue to him. So to hear him uncharacteristically stutter so much while talking to her normally… Flower quickly realised that something was up.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, Fukase,” She tried to ameliorate the situation, hoping that he wasn’t too embarrassed. “I’m really sorry that I asked it so randomly-”

“It’s not that, it’s just…” He trailed off as his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze shifted to the sight of his left, bandaged, roughly-surfaced hand. A sigh left his lips; he was gonna have to tell her something eventually, so why wait?

“The truth is,” He started, hoping that he didn’t sound too nervous. “No one… has ever held my left hand before…”

“Why?” She blurted out as her curiosity overrode her politeness.

“I never offered it to them,” He explained slowly, gaining a bit more confidence as he confessed to her. “I mean, you know how my hand looks; it’s a mess. And even with these bandages, it’s still really… you know, coarse and rough,”

Flower found herself frowning at the mention of what his left hand really looked like. It called back a past memory of their time together, when Fukase had told her the events that caused him to look as he is now. That day, he even slowly, very gingerly, took off his bandages and eye patch to show her the scars he had hidden from everyone for so long, the damaged side of him that he refused to show in public in the fear that he would be met with disgust and disdain.

But on the contrary to his fear of Flower leaving him, Fukase was embraced by her love and adoration for him, the emotions in her that he managed to call out now being gifted to him instead as some form of mutual bond. In the same way that he helped her break down her emotional barriers, she had helped him overcome his trauma-induced obstacles. It was a relationship between them that nothing in the world could break.

And tonight was just another testament to it, Fukase realised as Flower quickly shook off his hold on her own hand, instead reaching for his left, roughly-surfaced one covered in white straps of cloth. Her fingers brushed across his as she matched them to line up with hers, a small yet ever-so-kind smile on her face encased in her lips. Fukase unknowingly gulped at the sight of his girlfriend looking at him with so much kindness and care, her beauty brought out even more tonight with her neatly combed tomboyish hair and lilac-coloured butterfly pin.

“Fukase,” She broke the silence between them as she whispered softly. “Does it feel any different when I hold your hand like this?”

He averted his eyes at her question. “Well, for me, it feels the same but for you-”

“It’s the same for me too, you know,” She interrupted him gently, shifting her right hand to the side a little as she interlocked their hands together. “I know you’re always worried about how your scars might change how I see you, but… You know that’s never gonna happen, right?”

As soon as she spotted the skepticism in his eyes, she took it as a sign to continue. “Whichever hand I’m holding doesn’t matter to me so long as it’s yours, Fukase. You don’t have to be worried about how you look when you’re with me; I don’t mind any of it at all,”

“ … Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Besides,” She chuckled as she recalled another memory. “Didn’t I already tell you before that I liked your scars?”

“W-well yeah, but…” After baring out the truth to her, the red-haired boy felt unnaturally vulnerable, the somewhat playful tone in her voice making him blush. He still wasn’t used to her telling him that she liked the permanent markings on his skin. For a long time, he hated them and wished that they would just disappear, especially since they were a reminder of that dark side of him. And yet to listen to her words when she said that she liked them… it felt like letting go of a breath of air that he’d be holding for a long time. ‘Because they’re a part of you too’, Flower had told him back then. ‘That’s why I like them’

Meanwhile, the girl standing before him gently pulled their interlocked hands back down, her left hand holding tightly to her basket as she turned back to the path. “I really don’t mind holding your left hand, Fukase,” She reassured him again with a soft smile. “So… let’s keep this date going, okay?”

Flower hadn’t even taken one step forward before she was tugged back towards the red-haired boy, his uncalloused hand cupping her face as he pulled her closer to him. Just like the beginning of their date when he had commented on her blushing cheeks, the snow-haired teen found herself hypnotized by his armour-piercing gaze, his right red eye staring intently at her for a short while only to soften as he leaned his face close to her, closing his eyes and landing his lips onto hers. As her cheeks heated up like red-hot iron, she knew in absolute certainty that she was blushing now.

It seemed as if time stood still as Fukase kissed her, the action and noises in their surroundings seeming to pause as her eyelids slid shut in conjunction to his daring public display of affection, his head tilting slightly to deepen their kiss as Flower mimicked his actions. It felt like hours had slipped by them as they parted from their kiss, the commotion from the carnival returning to their field of vision and awareness.

Fukase’s face was almost as red as his hair as he chuckled lightly, his iconic bright smile back on his face. “Hana-chan, thank you,” His voice was teeming with gratitude as he thanked her. “You always seem to know exactly what to say,”

Flower was blushing equally as much, her wallflower shyness emerging from her. “I’m just being honest,” She humbly replied.

“How in the world did I get a girlfriend as amazing as you?”

“I could say the same for you, you know,”

“Me? What did I do?”

“I mean, how in the world did I get a boyfriend as sweet and funny as you?”

“Hey! Don’t copy my words!”

“But it’s true!”

The both of them laughed at each other’s antics, their hands interlocked with one another as they continued to stroll down the dirt-trodden path.

~*~*~*~*~

A/N: GAAAAAHHHH these two make me soft~ ;-;