#oh yeah also he complimented my haircut

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matt hung out for much of the evening, but there's a very loud dog below the new apartment and it's so bad he said he's willing to move back out over it if it can't get addressed, which kinda put him in a bad mood. but he was telling me about his friend in idaho trying to convince him to come out there and he refused "until my partners have federal protections", and he was joking that arin and I don't need a housekeeper cuz we have him. and we figured out some furniture logistics and stuff. I wanna go home.

[rogerswifesblog]

Stacy’s mom pt 2

My Masterlist

Pt 1 here

A/N: Hellloo👀 it wasn’t planned but…here’s a pt two of stacys mom because, well…no reason. I just really liked the first part and a few people wanted another part so😉😋 please reblog and leave feedback 🙏

Summary: Steve finally turned 21. And he still remembers your words. Come back when you’re 21. So what next?

Warnings: older reader, Steve is 21, teasing, alcohol consumption (just one wine glass each), oral sex m receiving, slight daddy kink, cum play, cum marking, squirting , p in v, unprotected sex, doubts, insecurities

“Steve? What-“ “You said to come back when I’m twenty one…so, can I take you out on a proper date now?”, he interrupted you, holding out his ID for you to look over.

He was indeed twenty one. Today was his birthday.

And that’s how you found yourself here. Getting ready for a date with Steve Rogers. Your daughters old highschool friend. God, was that pathetic? Was it weird? You couldn’t decide how you thought about it, but with every word it got worse and worse.

Sighing you looked at yourself in your favourite blue dress. You had worn it years ago to a date-which had turned out into you being dumped. From then on you hadn’t worn this dress but you also remember how much Steve had liked it-yeah, he had never been subtle about his crush. Not even a bit. A smile crept onto your lips when you remembered his many compliments, and also hated how your ex-husbands surname sounded from his lips.

“Oh wow, Mrs Dupont you look amazing. This colour makes your eyes pop-and the make up, incredible. Any man would be happy to take you out on a date. I’m sure he’ll- ouch Stacy! Don’t kick me-“

“Aren’t you tired of wearing high heels all the time? I mean, I get it, your legs are beautiful with them but even without you’d look good-“

“Is that a new haircut? It suits your face so good, Mrs Dupont”

You also remembered how Stacy had pulled him away or kicked him under the table at that, making you cringe slightly. What would she think of it? What if she’d be mad? That’s not even a question. Of course she’ll be mad. You’re twice his age and to that he was Stacys friend-or is? You had no idea. God, you had no idea what the hell you were doing.

Ten minutes before eight a car pulled up at your house and the door bell rang only a few minutes later. Walking over to door you looked one last time in the mirror in the hallway, pulling your eyebrows slightly together. God…People would rather assume you’re his mother. Which you could be looking at the age gap. Sighing you brushed your hand over your cheek to the corner of your eye, where already some smile wrinkles appeared.

Why was Steve so attracted to you? He waited three years to go on a date with you…

For some reason it warmed your chest a bit. It was actually really flattering.

Opening the door you gasped in surprise, a huge bouquet of roses beeing held up tight to your face. “Hello”, Steve’s gentle voice and smile made your heart flutter. “Hello, Stevie, you got me flowers?”, I asked in surprise, not remembering the last time I become a bouquet like that, probably somewhat in the begging of your marriage with Stacys father.

You saw a little blush creep over Steve’s face, even though most of it was hidden by the beard. “Yeah, you deserve nice things…”, he smiled when you took the bouquet and walked back into the house, leaving the door open for him. He followed you into the kitchen where you looked for a vase, after finding one filling it with water and putting on the table with the roses, “thank you, they’re beautiful”, you smiled, your gaze falling from the flowers to Steve.

Steve was eye candy from the higher shelf, he looked incredible, dressed in a suit and black button down. His beard was trimmed and the hair in a neat hairstyle . Nothing was out of place, not one small wrinkle or hair strand. But what him made look so good was probably the bashful and nervous smile as he looked you up and down. Steve loved your dress years ago and still did now. He had always dreamed of you at his arm in that dress. The colour was one of his favourite, maybe after tonight his favourite.

Coming closer Steve carefully placed his hands on your waist and leaned down, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

You had to be honest…it made your heartbeat quicken like never before from just a single kiss, to that on the cheek. It was sweet. Innocent. Just a small peck. He wasn’t demanding or trying to be in any way pushy.

“Let’s go, I made a reservation for us”, steve smiled, holding out his arm for you to take. A smile crept onto your lips as you wrapped your fingers around his biceps, unintentionally squeezing a bit more than necessary. Jesus, his arm felt- no, stop lusting over him.

Head shaking over yourself you let Steve lead you to his car-a truck, not something you liked driving in, but you wouldn’t complain. You knew the young kids liked trucks-god, did you just refer to him as young kid?

It actually surprised you when he opened the car door for you and helped you step into the car-but you were really thankful for that seeing how high the car was.

When Steve started the engine the radio immediately turned on, some older song playing. A few seconds later you recognised the melody to be ‘a long, long time’ which made you smile to yourself. Steve listened to that kind of music? Oldies? Huh. That was quiete the surprise…but a good one. An old soul in a young body, maybe.

“I like the song, Is it your Playlist?”, you then asked, looking form the side at the blond man. He smiled lightly, nodding. “Yes, I love that type of music…it’s just…I dunno, it’s calming”, he explained, turning the volume a bit higher.

Most of the car ride was spent quietly with both of you humming to the music that was from his surprisingly good playlist.

Around twenty minutes later you arrived at a rather higher praised restaurant that you definitely hadn’t expected from him, but it did make you feel nicely treated-not because of how classy and expensive this place was-more because of how much Steve wanted to impress you on the first date. Not that it was necessary because…this wouldn’t be going any further, right? Just one date and that’s all.

Just when you wanted to open the door Steve took your hand. “No-wait”, with that he quickly left the car, before walking around and opening the door for you and holding out his hand to you.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you placed your hand in his palm, for a second a thought occurred to you; how long did it take for Steve to stop being such a gentleman in a relationship? You’d never find it out….but it still made you curious. Your ex husband had stopped treating you like that soon after the pregnancy.

When you stepped out of the car Steve closed the door and you both walked to the restaurant, where a waitress walked up to you and lead you to your table. Steve pulled your chair back for you, then sat down in front of you. All this time he had a big smile on his lips as he watched you.

Happy and completely content about finally having you taken out on a date. It was a indescribable feeling.

The waitress gave you both menus, her gaze glued to Steve so long she nearly hit you with one of the menus. Of course she was watching him. She had no idea he was your date. She maybe even assumed he was…your son. God, this was a mistake. A huge mistake.

Sighing you looked down at the menu as the waitress asked what you’d want to drink. “Please red wine for me and for Appetizer the fried jalapeños with breadsticks”, you said and looked back at Steve who was already looking at you. “Is it okay if I Take something alcoholic? We will be here for a while so you don’t have to worry about me being drunk or anything”, he made sure before ordering.

You thought about it for a second and nodded, then. If your evening would turn out shorter you could drive, you weren’t planning on anything besides the glass of wine. “Good, then red wine for me, too. And bruschetta for Appetizer”, Steve ordered, smiling at the young woman.

She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, before smiling at him bashfully. “Well…Im sure you’re allowed to drink but I have to follow the rules, so may I see your ID?”, she asked making the both of you blush. You immediately looked down, hiding your face a bit behind your open menu.

Steve took out his wallet, reaching for his ID which she immediately took and looked over for longer than necessary-you could feel her gaze on you for a moment, but when you looked up she was already smiling at Steve again.

“Okay Steve, a wine it is, I’ll bring you your food and wine soon, if that’s all. Anything for you, ma’am?” Hearing her refer to you that way made you feel even worse than before and you were 100% sure she did it on purpose.

It was a huge mistake to go on a date with a man this mich younger. Closer to being a teenager than a man, if you had to be honest. And Steve had to know it too. How could he feel comfortable with you on a date? The waitress probably assumed you were his mother. Or maybe she was now laughing with her friends about-

Steve’s gentle touch at your wrist made you look up from the menu, which you hadn’t been even really looking at. You had no idea for how long you’ve been staring at the same page without having read a single word.

“Don’t do this…don’t overthink it, please…let’s just enjoy the evening”, said Steve gently, holding your wrist. His own menu was already put aside. “I’m sorry Steve, it’s just…you’ve seen how she looked at us-or rather me. At you she was looking with heart-eyes”, you mumbled while putting your own menu now aside, too.

Steve bit his bottom lip at your words, hiding a small smile. It sounded a bit…like you were jealous. Of course he knew you meant the age difference, but he couldn’t stop himself from slowly grinning more. “Oh come on, I don’t care about what she said-and you shouldn’t either”, he said, slowly brushing his hand over yours and squeezing.

“You have no idea how happy I am that you agreed to the date, I…actually thought you would have changed your mind at this point-or maybe that you’d already be with someone. A woman like you shouldn’t be alone. You should be cherished by the right man”, he kissed your knuckles, all this time looking in your eyes.

And for the first time since you couldn’t remember when, you blushed over a man’s compliment.

A quiet ‘oh’ escaped your lips while you slowly started smiling a bit bashfuly. “Thank you, Stevie, that’s…really kind.” You wanted to add something more when the waitress came to your table, putting down the wine glasses forcefully making you both pull back in surprise. You both hadn’t even noticed her coming.

“I’ll get your Appetizer in a minute”, she smiled at Steve, not acknowledging you before once again leaving you two alone.

Steve watched her with furrowed eyebrows before scoffing quietly. “That was rude”, he said, his gaze back on you. He slid his hand along the table closer to you, his palm up. Inviting. You were uncertain if you should take his hand, knowing the young waitress would be back soon, but in the end you decided to gently place your hand in his.

He smiled at you happily, his eyes carrying a happy glimmer in them. “What have you decided to order? For the main course?”, Steve asked, adding after, “I’m thinking about the steak with fries.”

“Hmm, at first I thought about the salmon but steak sounds good…maybe I’ll take the steak instead”, you thought, looking into the menu once again. “Oh or shrimps…god, I don’t know I’ll take what the chef recommends. That way I won’t have to decide”, you laughed, shaking you head at your own inability to choose.

Steve chuckled and opened his mouth to answer but the waitress from before came. “So what would be for the main course?”, she smiled at Steve, before looking at you for a second but then quickly back at the blond.

“For my beautiful lady what the chef recommends and for me the steak”, said Steve without hesitation, squeezing your hand when he noticed how unsure and insecure you seemed because of the young woman.

She seemed to be speechless for a second, before nodding and writing the meals down. “Of course. Anything else?”, this time her gaze was stubbornly glued to her little notebook, not wanting to look at neither Steve or you.

When she finally left Steve couldn’t hold back the small giggle before winking at you. You still were slightly speechless from what he had said…his beautiful lady. That was…

He was really a sweet guy.

A part of you knew you shouldn’t feel this thrilled and happy, but another part was falling for him faster than you imagined possible.

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You stayed at the restaurant for about two hours, enjoying your meal and the many interesting or silly conversations you had. All this time you weren’t interrupted anymore, or if you were then by a different person than the girl from before.

After you two ate your food and even dessert Steve paid for everything-surprising you, which you tried not to show. You hadn’t really expected him to pay for everything even if he was the one who had invited you to the date.

While leaving the restaurant Steve wrapped his arm around your waist, leading you to the car. Once again he opened the doors and helped you into the car, a true gentleman. On your way back home he turned on the same playlist as before, this time a bit quieter.

Even when you arrived at your home he helped you out of the car, walking you to the door and waiting till you opened the door. He didn’t pressure you into walking in after you when you opened the door, he just stood there and smiled at you, his hand burried in his pockets.

“I…I had a really great time tonight”, he said, now much more nervous than during the whole evening. That was the part where you’d tell him it couldn’t happen again. This was there part where you broke his heart, this time for real, without any hopes for the future.

And yet something different left your lips. “Do you want to come in?”

It seemed to have caught you both off guard, but Steve nodded slowly, once again starting to smile at you. “Yeah, I’d love to”, he said and stepped into your house when you walked in. He closed the door behind himself and turned around to you.

Once again to your both surprise you grabbed his button down and pulled him closer to you, your chest touching, his arms immediately wrapping around your middle as you crashed your lips into his, kissing him passionately.

He gasped in surprise, but kissed back, even though slightly more sloppy, not having been prepared for it at all. You leaned back for a second, searching for any sign of discomfort or reason to stop, but before you could change your mind Steve leaned down again, kissing you even more enthusiastically.

You couldn’t stop the quiet gasp that escaped your lips when your back hit the wall with a light thud, Steve’s hands sliding to your behind before lifting you onto his hips. Automatically you wrapped your legs around his middle.

The last time someone had lifted you like this was a long time ago-and never did it happen so effortlessly, which kinda gave you a little confidence boost and also woke some primal part of your brain up that wanted to feel his strength in every position possible.

God. You were so lusting over him.

“Holy shit, Stevie-“, you gasped when he started kissing your neck, walking with you to the living room, his shoulder bumping into the door frame. “Wait-bedroom, go to the-the bedroom”, you gasped out, pressing his face further into your neck.

He looked up at you, pulling his eyebrows together. “Really?”, he asked quietly, confusing you slightly. “Yeah, really. It’ll be more comfortable.”

In the bedroom Steve carefully put you down on the bed, leaning over you and once again kissing passionately. This time it was a bit softer than before. When he let go of you once again he smiled down at you, standing up again and taking off his suit jacket, throwing it on your armchair.

He then looked back at you, his hands trembling as he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Everything okay, Stevie?”, you asked, sitting up and pulling him a bit closer, still looking up at him.

“More than okay-I’m-I’m really happy about this evening, I’m just…nervous. I’ve never been with an experienced woman like you and- ""But it’s not your first time ever, is it?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

He slowly shook his head, his hands stopping unbuttoning the shirt as he got to the middle. “No, not my first time but…I only had sex two times”, he said, burying his hands in his pants pockets.

You slide to the edge of your bed, your hands brushing over his thighs up to his stomach and you slowly open the rest of his shirt. “Do you want to continue?” Before you even finished the question he was already nodding furiously, watching as your hands slid down, over his bulge. A quiet moan escaped his lips and you couldn’t stop the grin creeping on your lips.

“Have you ever had someone suck you off?”

His face took on a dark shade of red as he slowly shook his head. “No”, he mumbled, watching as your hands slowly opened his belt and zipper, pushing his pants down.

“Would you like me to do it?”, just like before he nodded furiously, making you laugh quietly. Your giggles quietened as soon as you pushed down his boxershorts, his cock springing free, not even fully straightening from the weight. Fuck. He was huge. Definitely not how you had imagined him-not that you have done it often but…still.

It was a surprise.

A good one.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock, your palm not even fully closing around him as you slowly pumped him, the pre cum immediately leaking from his tip into your palm, making the movements a bit smoother.

His hand brushed through your hair when you leaned down and licked over his slit, making him moan quietly. The feeling of your wet and warm tongue indescribable. You licked along his shaft to his balls, pushing his cock against his stomach to have better access to his tense balls.

You hadn’t done much and he was already ready to burst. How cute. “Stevie you gotta hold it back for a bit longer so I can really make you feel good”, you grinned seductively, before sucking one of his balls into your mouth, your tongue playing with him before once again letting go with a loud plop.

He gasps quietly, nodding. “Y-yeah. I’ll try to”, he moaned again when you slowly started suckling at his head taking him deeper and deeper with every movement of your head, your hand rhythmically moving with your head making sure no part of his Beautiful cock was left out. Your other hand played with his balls, palming him gently.

After tonight your jaw would be sore for days, sof be your throat but it was definitely worth it. You couldn’t wait to feel his load fill your mouth-but not yet. First you wanted to make sure he’d for ever remember every second of his first blow job. Maybe you also wanted to make sure it’d be his best, too. No other woman was supposed to make him feel good. Definitely not better than you. Maybe…you should be thinking that way, but you couldn’t stop it. You wanted for him to always remember you when another woman would suck his cock poorly.

“Oh my-fuck, can you please suck my balls again?”, he panted, stroking your hair again. When your eyes met he couldn’t stop himself from moaning quietly again, his grip on your hair tightening. He imagined this view a few times if he had to be honest with himself-but never had he imagined it would look this good.

You slurped at his cock head for a second more before licking to his balls, suckling and pulling at them. His cock rested against your face, the pre cum leaving a glistening and wet trail behind, messing up your make-up, some even dripping onto your dress.

“God you’re so beautiful-and so fucking hot”, his hand started trembling, his panting getting faster. You could already tell he was coming closer to his orgasm.

It definitely made your chest feel tinglish, for some reason you were a bit proud of what was happening. You were the person giving Steve his first blow job.

“I think-I’m close-yeah, I’m close-take off your dress-I wanna come on your tits”, he moaned, stepping one step back, his own hand wrapping around his cock as he slowly started to stroke himself, his gaze glued to you.

Fuck. This was hot.

Grinning, you opened the zipper of your dress, pushing it down till you could throw it into the floor. Steve’s gaze slid over your body, stopping at your breasts when you took off your bra.

His lips twitched upwards as he watched you play with your breasts, pulling and pinching your nipples. “You’re incredible”, he moaned, stepping a bit closer to you again-his cock leaking pre cum onto your tits and then stomach when you leaned back on your elbows.

He closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm his breath before looking once again at you. His pupils were blown wide, his mouth slightly agape, his grip around his cock quick and tight. “Open your mouth for daddy’s load”, slipped past his lips, making him immediately blush. Just when he wanted to open his mouth again you chuckled quietly.

“Sure, daddy, I want your cock. Give me your cock, daddy”, you whispered back, keeping an amused grin to yourself. At least you tried to, but seeing Steve blush deepen you knew you didn’t succeed.

A silent moan escaped him as he was thrown to his peak, your words still freshly in his mind. He liked the sound of the word ‘daddy’ on your lips. “Oh fuck”, his cum hit your stomach and chest first, before he aimed higher for your face, especially your open mouth. The view of your cum stained face and body could make him bust again. This was definitely a view to remember.

As soon as he stopped orgasming he leaned down to you, cupping your face with his hands and pulling you into a breathtaking kiss, licking the cum from your lips and following the taste of himself in your mouth, “you’re fucking incredible”, he gasped into your mouth, slowly leaning over your body and pressing you further into the bed.

You grinned against his lips, pushing down his button down from his shoulders, revealing his beautifully sculpted body. “Oh god” “just Steve is enough”, he giggled at his pun, making you laugh quietly too. Your hands slid along his chest. “Wow, I remember-“ you bit your bottom lip at your next words. “I remember when you were still so skinny and rather…lanky”, you mumbled. How quickly time had passed…

Now that you were once again reminded of the age difference you weren’t sure if you really should be sleeping with Steve. You tried to tell yourself it would be just a one time thing. Something that wouldn’t matter to both of you, but….you could tell it was a lie. You weren’t sure what exactly feelings you had for Steve, but it was definitely more than just something platonic or lust.

During the whole evening you had a lot of fun with him-and you knew you’d have more, but not only sexually. Just talking and laughing was enough when it was with Steve.

“Are you okay?” Steve's quiet whisper brought you back as he gently brushed his palm over your arm. You hadn’t even noticed when he had laid down next to you instead of being above you. A small smile twitched over your lips as you nodded slowly. “Yes, it’s just ....I'm not sure what happens next-” Steve opened his mouth, slightly confused looking, but you quickly shook your head, “-not the sec part, silly. What would happen after? we can’t be together-I’m too old for you. People would watch our every step, everything we’d do together in public-they’d judge-and I don’t think you’d like to be with me forever. The difference is already noticeable, I have already some gray hairs and you-you’re so young and good looking.”

Sighing you closer your eyes when Steve brushed over your hair and pulled you closer. “I really don’t care about that…I like you. It doesn’t has to be…labelled…let’s just be with each other, we don’t have to be together…”, he mumbled, slowly kissing your cheeks down to his neck.

“Don’t think about it…let’s just enjoy it”, he smiled against your skin, leaving soft kisses behind. You couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto your lips as he pulled you even closer, your bodies pressed together, sharing the warmth of your skin. “This night is ours and what happens next…doesn’t matter”, he kissed you on the lips, passionately and rather…loving.

You slowly pushed him onto his back, throwing your leg over his hips. The feeling of his already hard cock poking against your leg made you grin a bit. You forgot how it was to be with a guy Steve’s age.

“You feel so good…Daddy”, you grinned against his ear, feeling a bashful smile on his lips as he kissed your neck again. “Stop it…”, he giggled looking at you again, his cheeks being already deep red. You smiled smugly, kissing his cheeks. “But it’s true, daddy”, you mocked him quietly, letting his dick side between your folds as you started grinding against him.

“Such a big cock for me, daddy”, you moaned into his ear, once again, mocking him. It was cute. Steve having a daddy kink…seeing how big the age gap was.

You wrapped your fingers around him, positioning him at your wet cunt. “Come on, make me feel it, daddy”, whenever you addressed him mockingly his blush deepened, a bashful smile crept onto his lips which was quickly replaced by a frown in pleasure as you slowly sank onto his cock.

When you were finally seated, his cock stretched your cunt perfectly, hitting and rubbing against every sensitive spot. “Oh fuck-so good”, you moaned bouncing lightly, trying to adjust to his size. You really couldn’t remember the last time you had been with a guy like Steve.

A few seconds later you started moving more, lifting yourself nearly fully up before slowly coming down again, gasping as his cock head rubs along your walls.

Steve himself couldn’t stop his moans anymore, grabbing your hips and fucking into you quicker, harder. “Oh fuck-yes-just like that”, you moaned in surprise, supporting yourself with your hands against his chest, your nails digging into his sculpted pecks, leaving behind red marks.

A small grin crept onto his lips as he noticed your surprised reaction. Steve wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you down onto his chest and slamming his cock deep in your quivering cunt, hitting your g-spot every time.

“Steve-I’m close-“, you moaned into his neck, your hands grabbing everything in reach-mostly his chest or the sheets. You felt your whole world collapse when the sudden g-spot orgasm rushed over you, your whole body shaking in Steve’s arms, your cunt squeezing him and pulling him in. Your juices gushed around his cock, making a mess.

You felt overwhelmed with every coming thrusts, still brushing your overstimulated g-spot. Steve’s grunts and moans close to your ear letting you know he was also getting closer to his orgasm.

It took Steve a few thrusts before his own body twitched, his load painting your pulsing and sensitive walls, all the cum leaking around his dick making an even bigger mess than before. Your and Steve thighs were covered in a mix of your releases, your sheets were dirty with cum.

And you felt better than ever.

A quiet laugh escaped your lips as you buried your face into Steve’s neck, inhaling his cologne. The smell being the same as years ago when Steve had hugged you to wish you a happy birthday-you remembered liking his smell. You still did.

Steve’s hands brushed along your back, scratching you gently before he slowly turned with you onto the side, his softening cock slipping from your messy cunt, making both of you gasp in pleasure and sensitivity.

“Let me get you a bit cleaned up”, Steve whispered against your forehead. You could feel the smile on his lips, the happiness in his voice.

And you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

A blush crept to your cheeks when Steve pushed you onto your back and admired his messy work. The cum was still leaking from your cunt every time your walls throbbed, pushing out the mix of releases, “that’s so hot”, he mumbled, before leaning down and licking along your slit, getting a surprised moan from you.

“Wait-what-“ “I told you I’d clean you up-“, Steve grinned from between your legs before once again continuing, licking along your slit, dipping his tongue in your sensitive cunt. Quiet and needy whines escaped your lips as you grabbed onto his hair. “I thought you meant-something different”, you were interrupted by your own moan when his nose brushed your clit.

You hadn’t been eaten out in a long time, especially not with someone who actually wanted to do it-and Steve seemed very eager about laping and slurping at your cunt, his tongue pushing into you as deep as possible, following your taste. There was definitely lack of experience, but his eagerness made up for it. You were curious how many times he had done it before-but it was no time to ask.

Even though you felt unbelievably good, you also felt too overstimulated and another orgasm felt like it’d be too much for you, so you gently pushed his head away.

The sight made your cunt throb again. His cheeks were covered by a small blush, probably from the lack of oxygen since he really didn’t want to let go for a second from your cunt, his beard glistening, his pupils blown wide. Just when he wanted to dive in again you held him back by the hair. “I’m too sensitive”, you said apologizing, making you both chuckle quietly.

Steve nodded and sat up again, his cock already being half hard again but he ignored it. “I’ll clean up a bit, bring us some water and then we can…sleep? If you’d…if you’d like for me to stay. I get it if you’re not interested in more and if so, then I’ll leave-“ “stay…Steve, please stay tonight”, you interrupted him, taking his hand gently in yours.

He looked down at your hands for a second before coming back to your face. His lips twitched to a smile and he nodded. After giving you a quick peck on the lips Steve went to the bathroom, cleaning himself a bit before grabbing a water bottle from your fridge.

When he walked back into the room you had changed the sheets and were laying beneath the comforter, already being close to falling asleep. A bashful smile crept onto his lips as he slowly sat down at the edge of the bed, not being sure what to do.

You smiled up at him, pulling the comforter back and patting the space next to you. “I like cuddles after sex”, you whispered, the two of you blushing like teenagers after their first time. In a way you felt exactly like that.

Steve pulled you into an embrace, kissing your head gently before closing his eyes.

You both had no idea how happy you both were right now. After years of pining and fantasies Steve finally had his dream woman in his arms and you felt happy having a man who actually cared about you. The last time you felt this happy was in the beginning of your marriage…which would now be over twenty years ago, “good night”, whispered Steve into your hair, interrupting your thoughts.

“Good night, Stevie…or should i say daddy?”, you whispered, a smirk creeping on your lips. Without looking up you knew Steve was blushing. “I…got carried away for a moment”, he chuckled slightly embarrassed but still smiling into your hair.

It didn’t take you two long to fall asleep after the amazing, yet exhausting date. You haven’t been with such an enthusiastic man in a long time and it did take a turn on you.

Your sleep was interrupted in the morning by the slam of the front door. “Hi, mom! Are you home?”, you heard Stacys steps coming closer to your room.

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Synopsis: You meet Minho again at the high school reunion, the kid who used to sleep in class turns a tattoo artist.

Preview under the cut!

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"Isn't this the Ms. Most Likely To Be President?" A voice says.

Your head turns to the side to find someone in a fitted suit and a face that seems so familiar but it's hard to recognize like trying to remember a song you listened to a year ago.

"I'm what the people voted as Most Likely To Win A Lottery and Lose The Ticket!" He gives you a hint with a sly smile.

It takes you a moment to fully recognize him from his sharp nose and the doe eyes, "Minho?"

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" He exclaims.

If it's isn't because of his hair that skipped months of haircut, the tattooed hands and his stance that oozes with confidence, you would have recognized him in an instant.

You pat the empty seat next to you for him to sit on, "Did you win the lottery though?"

"No luck!" He replies, proceeds to take a seat next to you then rests his back against the wall.

"What a shame!" You jokingly say with fake empathy.

Minho clinks his glass with you before sipping his drink in one go and puts it aside.

"Are you the president yet?"

"Sadly I'm not stupid rich and egomaniacal enough to be one," you answer.

"Am I addressing you right though? You're not married, are you?"

This is the umpteenth time someone asking whether you're married or not. Weirdly though, you don't feel offended at all when Minho asked you.

"Why does everyone keep thinking that I am not marriage material?" You ask with an annoyed groan.

"Oh, so you're married?" He asks with apparent disbelief in his eyes.

You look at him and narrow your eyes at him, "Bold of you to assume that I am married!"

He takes out something from his suit jacket while speaking, "Good! You're too cool to settle down anyway."

And somehow that feels like the highest compliment you ever got from someone.

The flask he takes out from the inner pocket of his suit jacket doesn't surprise you at all.

He uncaps the flask and holds it out at you, "ladies first!"

You might have unconsciously stared at the tattoos inked the back of his hand and fingers, quickly snapping yourself out of your daze.

You take a quick sniff and recognize it right away, a strong liquor that is exactly what you need at the moment. You take the flask from him and confidently take a small sip.

The alcohol burns down your throat as you swallow it and you wince at the bitter aftertaste.

"Bourbon?"

He smirks as he takes the flask from you and also takes a sip. As he tips his head upward, you can see tattoos peeking from the collar of his shirt, black against his honey skin tone.

"You're running out of paper to doodle on?" You playfully say as you fan yourself as your eyes get watery from drinking such strong liquor.

"Yeah, I doodled all over my body now," he playfully says back and hands you the flask.

All over his body? That gets your head drifting in the direction you're not supposed to be going.

You take a big gulp of bourbon and let out a breath after swallowing it down, it helps to diminish the aftertaste.

"If you're not the president then what are you?" He slumps a little on his seat with his legs spread, exposing the checkered socks he's wearing.

"I'm a lawyer," you reply.

He nods as he thinks of a response to your answer, "hot!"

You burst out laughing, not expecting to hear a comment like that about your profession.

"Hot?"

He turns his head at you while still nodding, "fight for justice in black suits, hot!"

Again, he gives only the best kind of compliments and ones that you didn't know you needed to hear from someone. What surprises you is it's coming from him!

He was this kid who used to sleep in class and if not sleeping, he sat in the back of the class doodling on his notebook.

The two of you got close in the last year of high school for an unfortunate reason. Minho failed most of his classes and you helped him study to earn enough credits to graduate.

Now that you got reminded of it, you're glad to know that he changed for the better but is still someone who's unapologetically himself.

"How about you?"

"I own a tattoo parlor in the city," he casually says as if he's not saying that he owns a business and it's not a big deal.

He takes something else from his suit jacket, a wallet then pulls out a card.

"Oh wow, you even have a business card!" You beam in awe.

That just made it official that he's the coolest person in this reunion.

"Let me know if you want to get inked or just want to hang out," he nonchalantly says.

"Sure, would love that!"

You take the business card your law firm provided for you and give it to him, "just in case you need legal support, I'd be ready!"

He takes the business card and studies it like it's a fascinating object.

"Side note: I charge more on someone I am well acquainted with," you joke.

He slips it into a compartment in his leather wallet and puts it back into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, "I hope we get to be more than just acquaintances then."

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[libra-cant-just-dance]

Now that I’ve solved my fanfiction crisis,

My thoughts on this week’s previews!

This is actually a really good batch when you aren’t looking at it while absolutely devastated!

Dubidubiwhateveritscalled: ok I know this is a silly stupid kids map and people are mad about it being a “troll map” but,,,, I’m kind of digging it. It looks really fun! I’ve heard the song on tiktok and it’s kind of reminding me of Crazy Frog (do the kids these days know Crazy Frog?? Am I old??). The coach is a little scary but could be a lot worse and the background is cute! And the choreo just looks fun! Ngl I’m really excited to play this map if I actually get the game, it just looks like a really fun easy map!

Padam Padam: Yessssss! Cool coach, SUPER cool background, the camera angles, and the VIBES. The choreo is really funky too, it’s so fun to watch! I feel like I’ll get frustrated trying to do it cuz anything that’s not super easy drives me a little crazy at first but if I can follow along I think I’ll really like doing it

In Your Eyes: Okay. Gonna try not to talk about the dad implications because we already know how I feel about that. So other than that! Really cool map! I know Cygnus only changed his haircut but I’m liking him even more in this one for some reason? I doubt I’d ever get around to it but I lowkey wanna cosplay him. He looks SO cool in this map. And BABY MIHALY!!! OH MY GOD THEYRE SO CUTE!!!! Also I’m sure people have already headcanoned them having some kind of sensory issues that make them wear their earbuds a lot, and that’s all I can think about with them chilling in the corner with their little headphones. Adopting that headcanon now. Can I adopt baby Mihaly along with it. Someone get that poor tiny baby off the streets

Pink Venom Extreme: Yeah it’s cool. Cool background and cool coach but it’s the same as the main map so I really don’t have much else to say about it? I’m not usually a fan of the kpop extremes just cuz they’re hard. It looks really cool tho

My Heart Will Go On: ICONIC. Am I gonna play this more than once? Probably not. Am I glad it’s in just dance? ABSOLUTELY. This map is so silly but it’s peak “silly times with your friends playing just dance in grade school” and that’s so important. I’m glad today’s children will have the proper just dance experience to look back on. The whole setup of it being two people just being super extra at beach kareoke is great. This map is so stupid and I mean that as a compliment. Only big downside is I thought the guys mustache was his lip when I first watched it and I was so confused and kinda scared.

[the1975attheirverybest]

i need so badly something written where george knows that reader likes him and so does the rest of the band, but the reader doesn’t even know that she likes him. and especially matty will jokingly flirt with her because he knows that she won’t ever like him back and it just makes matty, george, and all of the rest of the band mates giggle (kind of like a teasing thing idkk). idk if this makes sense, but oblivious reader is what i neeeddd and wholesome too, like when they tease her she just gets shy and blushy instead of pissed off. sweetie pie reader my beloved 🫶🏻🫶🏻

this may or may not have come from a dream that i had where everyone was in a close friend group and we were also in high school :) maybeee, maybe not 🤭

once again a people pleaser, so, here we are. I've only really written George-centered things a handful of times so hope this isn't shit.

warnings: none but maybe typos cuz i cant find my glasses.

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"George-" she froze, tongued for a moment, when he was the first person she saw upon walking into the dressing room.

He rushed over to her to help her with the coffee trays she'd brought in, but the closer he got to her, the more her hands shook.

"you alright?" George asked, squinting to read the names on the coffee cups.

"Y-yeah- I just- umm. I like your-" she blushed, stumbling over her words. everything. she liked everything about him. He was looking especially gorgeous today, a new outfit, no doubt. She was that attentive. Memorized his wardrobe. but she didn't want to be obvious about it. Regretting that she even started the sentence, she said the first word that popped into her head, "h-hhhair. I like- your hair."

George smiled. His hair was the only think about his appearance that he hadn't changed. but he didn't want to embarrass her, so he thanked her, turning away to hide his barely contained grin. "Ross, I think this coffee is yours."

The dressing room door creaked open once again, this time it was Matty walking through it. oh no. George knew that his efforts not to embarrass her just went out the window as soon as Matty walked in.

Matty marched over to her, browsing the coffee cups for his name. 'Thanks, love." he give her a quick kiss on the cheek walking away, coffee in hand, with a completely straight face.

She felt Matty's kiss long after he'd walked away. Feeling dazed and sweating down her back, she watched as George and Matty whispered to each other and didn't know who she should be looking away from.

"Did you need help with that?" Matty eagerly offered to walk around the venue and deliver the rest of the crew's orders.

"N-no. I'm all set. Thanks, though." she bite the inside of her cheek as she saw his face fall.

when she returned, Matty stood up again, his half-empty coffee still in hand and called out her name.

"I, umm...like your umm" he paused, hoping that George's directorial summary was accurate enough. "hair. I like your hair." he smiled, looking at the floor. "New haircut?"

She touched her own hair reflexively as a ripple of giggles went through the room, everyone seemingly amused by Matty's compliment.

"D- do I have something in my hair?" she frowned, patting her head down. "what is it? what's so funny? something's in my hair?"

[pbandjesse]

I just gave myself a little haircut. My hair has been bothering me so much for the last couple weeks and honest ly it helped a lot already. It also just doesn't help that it's been incredibly humid today. It was supposed to storm a lot worse than it actually ended up doing and I think I'm just not reacting well to how humid it is. But I do like my little haircut and I hope tomorrow I still like it.

That was a pretty good guy. I was happy to be at camp and I got a lot of accomplished. Despite many factors trying to stop that from happening.

Sleep last night didn't come easy. I was just struggling to get comfortable. But eventually I slept and I only vaguely remember James kissing me goodbye. And when my alarm went off at 7:30 I got up and stretched for a minute and was not thrilled. I didn't want to eat anything I just kind of felt miserable. But I had to get out of the house. And I got dressed and I like this outfit. I felt pretty cute in my rain boots. And I got a lot of compliments on the dress but I just felt kind of blood. Swollen and weird. I would tell nurse Joan how I was feeling with the high enzyme levels with my liver and she thinks that I could possibly have gallstones. So that's exciting.

I was very tired though when I left the house. It took me a minute to get settled in the car and then headed over to the y to get Dame and Jeniya.

I made them listen to my music today. Because I was not awake. And it wasn't a bad drive. We got to camp on time and we were early enough that there was still breakfast so it all ended up working out. I stopped at the art building before walking down there and I was pretty sure I knew what I was doing today and then went down to find out what the schedule of events was.

I have a nice conversation with the one cook that was out. He encouraged me to take a second sandwich and I said no at first but decided to go back and get a second one to save for later in case I didn't like the lunch. Because I really liked the sandwich. And that ended up being perfect because the lunch had so many onions in the vegetarian option and it made me very upset because I brought it to the attention of the kitchen staff and they were like oh yeah we've put onions in every vegetarian meal so far! Excellent. That's going to be wonderful for me.

Right away Alexi told me that the rental group that was there is doing service projects and was going to use the outside of my art building to cut wood. That's fine. But then I had to move my car. So I started walking over to do that and that's when I ran into Ellen! I was so excited to see her. She's been in the Dominican Republic since last summer and tears just everywhere. And it was just such a good hug and I was just so happy to see her. We caught up for a few minutes but then I let her go because I know she had other people to talk to. And I went up to the art building.

There was another car there and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get my car out but it ended up being fine. It was the rental group's car. And chatted with them for a little while and told them which outlets actually worked for their extension cord. And soon Alexi came up with another extension cord for them. And then she said we had to all meet on the field to do emergency procedure stuff.

After we did our camp fall in explanation for the new people I went to the front to just stand by Ellen cuz I did not want to participate in the games that we were playing. I'm just not a game's person and I tried the other day and I saw black spots for a half an hour and I don't want to do that. So I tapped out and just chatted with Ellen.

And eventually the sky started to get very dark. To the point where they were like we cannot be on the field anymore. Thunder started and we all went to the lodge and that the rental group started to find places for shelter.

And all that would have been fine if I had my backpack. But I had left it up to start building. With my phone and my knitting and I was so upset. And I told Chris that if I did not go get back and get it I would fall asleep at the table. And he kind of laughed but I don't think he realized I was serious. I tried my best to pay attention but it was a struggle for sure.

When we finally had a few minute break I went up to the art building, with a permission of Joan who said that the thunder and lightning wasn't too bad and I would probably be fine. And got my stuff. And when I got up there I found that all of the rental group that had been working on the wood project was sitting in my building! Which is fine but I was very surprised to see them.

A couple of them asked about my knitting and one of them told me they left my outfit and my look and they thought I was so cool. And I was like oh my god thank you. Because I was feeling very bad about myself today. And soon enough I had to say goodbye and headed back down to the lodge.

I worked on my knitting for a bit but very soon we were able to head out to do any kind of prep things that we needed. Specifically me and specialty staff had a meeting.

But I was leading the workshop portion of that meeting with all of that lovely writing I did the other day and Cody didn't know about it so he did not print it out so I asked him to do that before we had the meeting and he did and we went to the art building. Me, Celia, Annabelle, Cody, and eventually Ty, who had been on the porch of the office. So Cody went and got him and we went up to chat.

And overall it was very productive. I think my workshop went really well of just some ways of doing the programs and best practices and Cody backed me up on a lot of things. Everyone had good questions and mostly they're all nervous about their lesson planning and getting into that kind of work. Totally understandable. And then Cody handed out our schedules. They're tentative but they are rough. We have one program in the morning and then four in the afternoon. With very little time in between. And he suggested some changes but the office is not going for it. At the end of the day me and him would sit down and we think we found a solution to cut off the last hour of the day so that it's not as intense but it's still pretty bad and there is basically no time for us to go swimming or anything like that and that's pretty upsetting. So we'll see what happens but it's rough.

The other issue though was we still did not know exactly what Annabelle is doing. We asked if she was doing early American craft and Cody said no but then the opposite yes and then Annabelle was like well I thought I was doing theme crafts and then he's like yeah but then we're not having a leader for that and I'm like but I thought that was the change that was being made. And I'm just all confused. I thought we were completely getting rid of them and turning it into a craft project that was led but apparently not. I don't understand. It's not on the schedule so I don't get it.

Which led to tears later on in the day when me and Annabelle talked and I was just like here are some ideas for things that you could do if you are doing early American craft because the office is saying that's what you're doing. But I have arts and crafts all planned and I feel like someone is going to ask me to swap. To just bite the bullet and teach early American crafts and give up my art program and I will quit before that. it's not a threat it's a promise. I don't want to give up a job I love but I will give up a job that does not respect me enough to let me do the thing that I was hired to do. And that's a boundary that I'm not going to break.

I don't think it's going to come to that but I have suspicions that it might even be asked of me. I would be shocked because I don't believe that they would act that way but they also don't like conflict. So who knows.

And then lunch upset me because of the onion thing so I left and went and worked in your building. And eventually a couple people told me that there were packages for me at the office and it was my art supplies and was really excited about that. So I went down to get them and then I saw a couple of the girls that were coming to help me in the art building and they walked over to help me carry the boxes.

And these girls were so helpful. They helped me cut all the fabric that I needed for two whole projects and a couple of the other girls helped collect sticks for my looms and everything was just great. I was having a great time up there. And we worked up there for a few hours while I put things away and organized and it was just a really productive afternoon and that felt really nice.

At 3:30 we went back down to the office for a final meeting of the day. And that's when I chatted with Cody for a bit about the schedules and we think we have a solution. It's not a perfect solution but it is something. And very soon after that I went up to the art building to find Dame who was ready to go.

I was also ready to go but I didn't know where Jeniya was. Turns out she had been up at horses all day long. Which is fine. I don't care what she is she's an adult. But while we waited for her to come back down with her things I did a little bit more organizing and tentative schedule stuff and then we were on the road.

We got back to the YMCA without any problems. There was a little bit of slow down on the highway but I took a different way and didn't have to go all the way down historic Charles which I hate so it was much better. And I dropped them off and I was home by 5:30.

when I got back to your James was doing their podcast. And I jumped right into a project that I had started last night. I got a new little jumpsuit but the legs are too long and too wide. I tried hem them last night but it didn't work right. So today I cut and then him them and it worked so much better and I think it's going to become one of my favorite things to wear this summer. At least at home. It might be a little too sheer in the sun for camp. But I'm still thrilled.

James and me would talk for a little while in bed and then they made me a quesadilla for dinner. And I got to work on more of my CPR training. All of the adult CPR is done. Next is child CPR. And then it's going to be general first aid. I also got another email tonight though about another youth CPR something that I think I have to do I'm not clear about that yet. But regardless I'm making great progress. Even though there are 80 parts of this first aid training.

I would take a shower eventually. And that's when I decided to cut my hair because it's driving me insane. And now I'm just chilling in the AC and James is getting ready for bed and soon we will be asleep.

Tomorrow is a very full day. We have Farmers market in the morning and then I'm hoping to come home and take a little nap. And maybe wash my hair. I have not decided yet. And then James will be home by 3ish and we will get dressed all nice and then we are going back to camp. For Cate's wedding!! I'm so excited for her. I'm also just excited to go to a wedding. She's having a private ceremony but then the reception is going to be at the pool house and it's going to be beautiful and I'm so happy for her.

So wish us luck and wish her congratulations. Good night everybody. Be safe!

[moon-knights-balls]

Whiskers and Moonlight

Summary:Steven woke up with Marc turning into a cat which makes them have seperate bodies as a side effect.They try to look for the reason on why this happened and...They end up finding a larger threat that roams around them.

When Steven woke up,he was surrounded by blood and some dead bodies, ugh.He tried calling for Marc and Jake in his mind but no one answered.

He looked around his surroundings,from his observation it seems like Marc went on a mission based from the crescent darts here and there.

He felt disgusted while observing his surroundings,it was a...bloody sight afterall.After observing,he decided to find an exit and so, Steven walks

down the hallway and he tries calling out to Jake and Marc in his mind but it was quiet,way too quiet.While walking he then saw someone with a flat cap,a coat and a mustache.

"Jake?" he calls,the guy then turns around and looks at him with confusion and relief.

"Steven?Why do we have seperate bodies?"

Steven shrugs "I have no idea Jake,i just woke up."

"Well then,why don't we look for Marc first?He might know what's going on."

Jake suggests, Steven nods and they look for Marc.

•—————— ☾ ———————•

"Still kicking,wall street?"Jake teases

"Well what about you, hot wheels?" Steven fires back. Jake sighs

"Still kicking,don't worry.Anyways,its been 15 minutes and we still haven't found Marc, any idea on where he is?"

Steven shakes his head "Sadly,no."

They continue walking and walking around the halls until they see something white moving from a distance.

"Marc?" Jake and Steven calls out,they move closer and closer to the figure,the figure then runs away and they chase it.

"Marc,wait!" after that the figure halts to a stop and goes into a defensive position.

"Marc,bud listen- wait what?" Jake comes to a stop and looks at the figure that turns out to be a cat.

"Jake,what happen- oh." The cat then relaxes and tilts his head.The cat was wearing a cowl and a cape was attached to him,the cat also have some armor on his legs and the cat was all white.

"MARC!?YOU TURNED INTO A CAT!?"

Steven was very bewildered,first they have their own bodies and now one of them is a cat.The cat- Marc meows in return.Jake then proceeds to attempt to pat Marc,but Marc hisses at him before he could do so

"Aw,maybe another time then."Jake says in defeat.

Steven breathes deeply,

"Okay,so Marc...Do you remember the exit or the entrance in here?"

Marc nods and gestures for them to follow him,he then runs to the exit and the two catch up to him.

•—————— ☾ ———————•

The 3 managed to get out of the building quickly

"Thank goodness Marc managed to retain his memories." Steven said and Jake nods.

"Now let's go find a cab around these parts,the mission seems way too far from here."

Jake suggests and they first look for a street.It took 45 minutes to find a cab that allowed pets.After finally finding a cab that allowed pets,they headed to the midnight mission and they thank him and when they were going to enter the mission...the door was locked.

Steven knocks at the door but there was no response,he sighs deeply.

"Does any of us have a key?"

Steven asks facing the two of them, Jake shrugs.

"Nah,i don't and Marc...he probably had one.But uh,yeah."Jake responds, Steven then tries to think of a way to open the door.Think..think.. what could be done?Aha!

"Mission,can you help open the doors for us?" Steven requested to the mission.The mission then manages to open the door for them,though the lock ended up breaking but that's fine,they have spares.

"Great thinking,Stevie!"Jake compliments and he ruffles Steven's hair "Oh,noo my haircut!" Steven jokingly says.After that they then head inside the mission "Dang,that was tiring." Jake then crashes at one of the seats inside Marc's office.

"Completely agreed."Steven replies in return

"Soo,wanna rest first?" Jake offers and Steven agrees,he yawns and decides to go to Marc's office or room,the mission then summons a bed and he crashes in there and goes to sleep.Jake soon then decides to take a nap..With his seperate bed of course but when he was close to sleeping Marc calls for him.

"Eh,what's the problem?"

Jake asks while sleepy and Marc faces to his rather unique coffin bed "...You're still sleeping in a fucking sacrophagus?"

Marc meows in return.He sighs and puts down the sacrophagus and when he was going to open it Marc suddenly jumps at the top of the sacrophagus and sleeps there.After that Jake goes back to his bed with his sleepiness gone..But he still managed to get it back and took a nice peaceful nap.

•—————— ☾ ———————•

Steven wakes up and looks at Jake,with his flat cap at his face and Marc sleeping at the top of his sacrophagus, Steven thought that he looked rather adorable, after that he opened their cellphone and looked at the time.His eyes widened and it turns out that their “quick nap” was 6 hours...

After that Steven quickly rushed to wake up Jake

"Jake!Jake!"He shakes Jake and he responds with

"Five more minutes..."

"Jake!We just took a nap for 6 hours!"

After hearing that, Jake then jerks awake

"WHAT!?" Steven then shows him the time and Jake was in disbelief.

He silently swears in spanish.

"Well uh,atleast we managed to get sleep."Jake says,

"Anyways,where's Marc?"

"Oh he's right th-"Steven looks at Marc's sleeping spot but he wasn't there.

The two then quickly rushed and looked everywhere for him.

"Marc?Marc?Where are you?"Steven looked inside the cabinets in the kitchen but he wasn't there.

"Pspspsps,Marcc?Where are you?"While Jake looked under the table in the kitchen but he wasn't there.

After that they head to the main entrance.

Steven took right while Jake took left,but to no avail they found Marc.

And when they were losing hope,they heard a meow and it turns out Marc was at the front desk,who was just chilling under the table.He then climbs at the top of the table,the white cat then jumps off,stands on all fours and begs the two for food.

"Meow,meow."

"You're hungry Marc?"

"Meow."

"Alright,Jake can you watch him for me?I'll go grab some food."

Jake nods "Alrighty,now pspsps come here Marc."

Marc just hisses at him.

"Still stubborn as ever,i'm actually suprised that you actually asked for help ya know?good job" He pets Marc and suprisingly Marc lets him.

Jake takes advantage of this and continues petting him.

After the 5th pet Marc slaps his hand off and hisses at him.

After that a smirk appears on Jake's face and he laughs.

"Not here,not there oh!finally." After some searching,he found plain crackers and quickly took it.He then opens one of the cabinets and took a bowl.He places the bowl and opens the crackers.He takes another bowl and fills it with water.When he finished the preparations,he quickly puts the bowls in the floor and calls for Marc.When Marc heard it he slowly walks to the kitchen and stares at Steven.

"Eat, Marc."

Marc continues staring at Steven,his eyes are filled with judgement.

After a while he takes a little bite of the crackers and then he manages to devour them quickly.

After that Marc takes a little sip of the water he prepared.

"Finally learning about self care,Marc?"Jake teases.

Marc raises his claws and hisses at him.

Jake snickers.And while they're having their moment..

"Uh,what the hell happened here?"

Steven and Jake then turns to look at a very confused Reese and Soldier

"Oh,hello there.I assume you have many..questions?"

"Yep i do"Reese nods and then begins "First of all,why and how do you have seperate bodies.And where's Mr. K- Marc then if you 3 have seperate bodies?"

"And what's with the cat here?"Soldier adds.

"First,we don't know why we have seperate bodies but me and Jake assume it was probably related to Marc's Moon Knighting duties.And for your second question and Soldier's question.."Steven holds Marc who's done eating and drinking and he shows him off to Reese and Soldier "Marc turned into a cat."

Reese's expression turns from confused to very confused while Soldier is still processing all of these.

"And i thought being a vampire is weird."Soldier says and Reese nods.

"Well,we did served an egyptian god that brought us from the dead."Steven fires back.

"Fair enough."Soldier said.

Before anyone could say anything else,Marc approached Soldier and Reese and sits in front of them "Meow?meow?" he then looks away and meows lowly.

"Wait,Soldier there is something im curious about."

Soldier then looks at Reese "What is it?"

Reese then gets a laser,after that she points it at the floor.Marc looks at it and then Reese moves it,he hesitates at first but then he tries to catch it.Reese then continues moving the laser and after a while Marc stops and hisses at her.

"Oh my god...He really turned into a cat."Reese says in disbelief,

"Yeah..."Soldier agrees.

"Wait,since Marc is a cat,who'll do the mission duties?"Jake asked and then Steven started thinking of someone who can subsitute with Marc

"Uhm..."

"Well,what about Dr.Badr?"Reese suggested.

"Wait,did he subsituted for Marc before?Or no?"Steven asked curiously.

"He did,when the whole Mayor Kingpin fiasco happened."

"Well then,what are we waiting for?come on!"Jake then gets Marc's phone and when he was going to call him, Marc approaches him and meows loudly. "What's wrong Marc?" Jake asked and Marc hisses and meows at him "Well,Marc...You're in no condition to do your duties.Ya know?" Marc continues hissing at him "Don't be stubborn,Marc.You can't do your duties in your current state."Marc then surrenders and stays silent.Jake then takes it as a “You can go on now” sign and calls him "What's up,doc?" he greets.

"Ah,Jake.Is something the matter?"

"Straight to the point,awesome.Anyways uh can you take Marc's job for now?There's this uh situation you se-"

"Sure.I'll be on my way there."

"Oh,really?thank doc,really appreciate it."

After that the call ends and relief is written on Jake's face.Steven then asks of what Dr.Badr said and Jake smiles at him "He said he'll be on his way.I almost thought that i have to explain it to him.Gottze dank." This whole situation was very complicated anyways mostly,wait no,ESPECIALLY since they don't have the full details of the whole thing that caused them to be in this state.

"Hey Grant,if he uh demands an explanation...Please be the one to explain it to him."

Steven awkwardly nods. "Ah,sure.I'll explain it to him, no worries."

"Thanks Grant."

"No problem,Lockley."

After their whole convo,they decided to wait for Dr. Badr with Reese and Soldier organizing things in the mission,with Steven listening to podcasts with his airpods and Jake just chilling in a chair.

•—————— ☾ ———————•

When Dr.Badr was heading towards the Midnight Mission he has his suitcase and he's wearing his Dr.Moon suit without the mask.When he arrived at the Mission's doorstep.He knocked and is greeted by Reese.She gestures him to come in and he is greeted by the sight of Steven and Jake with their own bodies,which confused him.

"Oh,greetings Doctor,i assume you have questions?"Steven greets and

Dr. Badr nods."To put it short,Marc turned into a cat and a side effect of it is that we got seperate bodies.We actually don't know what caused this but it's probably magic."He explained.

"I see.I assume this is the reason why you called me?"

"Yes."

After that,he goes into the office and Marc was sitting in one of the chairs,which is only used by those of him and Badr. When Dr. Badr saw him,he approached him slowly and Marc's rear legs stiffened,his tail puffed up and his back arched up.He also stared at him,showed his teeth and hissed at him.He also pulled up his claws while hissing at him.After that,the doc stepped away from him slowly.When he is now far away from him,Marc slowly

relaxes and goes into a more relaxed position.When the cat was in a more relaxed position,he slowly approaches him(once again) and instead of the cat lashing out on him,he looks more alert but curious instead of aggressive.

And when Dr.Badr was more closer,he jumps off the seat and then sits close to him instead.The fellow fist of Khonshu took this as a sign that he can go on with his duties and then took a seat on the chair.He puts on his mask..And the Midnight Mission is now open for reports.

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When he took the job for Marc at first,the people who were reporting about their problems seemed more nervous,scared but at this time around,they seemed to be alot less nervous and more comforted.Thanks to the furry companion in the mission.Since Marc couldn't do his duties,he decided to watch by and takes advantage of his current form for their clients to feel less nervous.Some gushed at him which annoyed Marc,while some simply felt more comfortable and gets more straight to the point.

"Welcome to the Midnight Mission.My name is Dr. Moon,how can i help?"

"Ah,uhm...Please take a look at these pictures."She then opens the file full of pictures.

"What am i looking at here?"

"They're a cult..And they've been recruiting people here and there in the block that i live in.I saw my neighbour deny them and the cultists kidnapped him instead..I locked the doors,closed the blinds and then pretended that no one was there so that they would leave me alone.."

The young girl explained nervously,with fear in her eyes.After that Marc then approached her,purrs and the girl seemed to be comforted.

"There's a pet cat in here?"

"Yes,his name is Marc.Do not worry Miss..?"

"Marie Johnson."

"Do not worry Miss Johnson,rest assured that this issue will be taken care of immediately."

"Thank you."

After that she leaves and Dr.Moon inspects the pictures closely,Marc follows along and when he saw the pictures,he gets startled and he growls "Are you familiar with them,brother?"Dr.Moon asks while looking at Marc and he meows in response "Do you think that they might be the cause of your current condition?" Marc replies with meowing and a bit of growling.He thought that he already took care of those cultists.How..how are they still here?Perhaps this cult was more widespread than he thought,perhaps there were more cultists than the ones that were in the church like place.This is why he hates cults.Wait,shit the staff....THE STAFF!!

Marc then meows aggressively and loudly due to the realization,he then runs to Jake and Steven but he couldn't find them in the hallway so he runs to the bathroom but they weren't there,he then saw another door and scratches it until someone opened it.. "Marc?What's wrong?" Steven asked he then gestures for him and Jake to follow him.The two alters then followed him to the place he was in earlier and he shows them the pictures.After showing

him he tries telling them about the staff by scratching something at the wall but it looked like a pile of mess.."MEOW!MEOW!" He points at himself,then at Jake and Steven,then at the pictures "Meow,meow,meow."

"They caused this?"Jake asks and Marc nods.

"Well,atleast we finally know on who caused this.But if they managed to do this to us...It appears they are more threatening than an ordinary cult."Steven explains and Jake and Badr agrees.While Marc growls.He's annoyed at these cultists.

"About that place we woke up in with dead bodies...could those be the cultists?"Jake says to Steven and he says yes.

"While we were roaming around the hallways,did ya see anything like a staff or maybe somethin' magical looking?"

"No,i didn't.What about you?"

"Me neither."

Then at that moment,realization struck them.Someone already took the staff,it might be back at the cult's hands.When it strucked them,Marc's cat ears drooped down and he growled.They are in trouble if someone already gave it to the cult.

"Have you checked in the place where you saw the dead bodies if there were any cctv cameras?"Dr. Badr asked to them.

"I haven't..."Steven replied.

"Then perhaps you 2 should go back there and check if there any cameras in that place,if there is the cameras could be used to find any footage of those who took it."

"Great idea,doc!"Jake says to him.

"Well,it seems a bit dark for us to conduct an investigation..But more people could be kidnapped the further we give the cultists time,so i say we start the investigation now."Steven suggests and the 3 agree.

"Well then,i shall keep watch around here if the cultists dare kidnap more people around here."

"Alright,Doctor.We appreciate your help."

Marc then insists on joining the investigation by tugging Steven's pants.Steven was going to hesitate but Dr. Badr explained that in this form,he have a much more superior sense of smell and sound.And besides,Marc is the best of them 3 at combat,he can protect himself.So Steven agrees to take him on the investigation.They are going to need to deal with the cultists first,the sooner they can deal with them,the sooner they can turn Marc into a human again and to reunite in one body.They can do this.They can accomplish this mission.

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[jiminrings]

JIMIMRIMGS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Just read maybe me and gawd … FIRST OfFALL TBE 478 REFERENCE U KILL ME i used it the other day bae it’s engraved in my brain 💔💔 also a little bit thru reading i realized that i did actually start this but i never finished it cuz i remembered that oc was the hotelier and it all snapped together but i don’t think i read past that ☹️ BUT THIS TIME I DID!!! jimin buying yuri every little thing jay em my heart dropped to my butthole that’s so cute do u think he would have an entire shelf of scrapbooks 1) cuz he never is not taking pics of her and 2) cuz he can’t help but buy all the little scrapbooks that he thinks r so cute like a page for the photoshoot with the le creuset heart ramekin and then also a whole 20 pages for the 30 second haircut ok anyway jimin is SOOOOOOOO JIMIN IN THISSSS u have such a way of writing jimin… like he’s sooooo jiminrings jimin like it’s a JiminRings Jimin. i’ll find a video and in my head it’s Oh oh yeah that’s so jiminrings jimin, and maybe me was Sooooo jiminrings jimin possibly the most jiminrings jimin of all the jiminrings jimins! Girl… when he stole that money my legs were kicking i visualized that scene so vividly in my head like i saw it I WAS THERE!!!! I WORKED IN THE CONTINENTAL BREAKFAST AREA!!! I WAS LITERALLY REFILLING THE SCRAMBLED EGGS!!! And when yoongi popped up … WHEWWWW DO I LOVE A RICH DILF … me and him r endgame… also the classic “u have a pretty baby” when the baby is not hers but HIS!!!! It’s key to the single dad dilf fic and it gets me everytime it will never make me not throw my phone … Rock smoothie even!! also the towel … imagining him pouted lips hair tied sewing her name into that damn towel like !!!! the fuck!!!! want him… need him even!!! “Let me in” rings domt even play with me i just Know u were smiling writing that part imagining the chaos u were going to cause … Ur sick. Omg i haven’t even mentioned namjoon yet he is so lovely perfect boyfriend in this sorry i call everyone boyfriend husband dilf i want them all i cannot help it imagine namjoon hair perfectly gel’d (gelled? idk) everyday dimples staring me down till i melt like FAWK!!!! “i know what u did jimin” if he spoke to me the way i imagined him saying that i am melting it’s guaranteed. hobi cameo i love the crumbs i love him i love my bodyguard hobi it makes my knees weak.

Sorry for the rant jay em i am so happy i read this i’m so happy u share ur work with us im so happy that jimin 😍 !! im so happy. the ending was so sweet i love seeing those italic sentences i just know it’s gonna be so good when i see those and u know it too. thank u so much for writing maybe me and sharing jimin and yuri with us 😭😭😭 love u always jiminrings 🌟🌟🌟

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yes he WILL have shelves and shelves of scrapbooks categorized in apa chicago style color-coded hourly format <3 thank u that is one of the biggest compliments ever Gawd im so happy that dilf jm has never Jiminrings jimined jimin ringed jimins this much before 😭😭 this is factually correct btw u actually were THERE on the scene remember???? i wrote u in as a lightning mcqueen cameo dw :D please stop being right again and again bc i actually did have a smile on my face writing That angst part 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 u are so welcome thank u so much star anon who isn't rlly an anon to me IM GLAD YER BACKKKKKK LOVE U ALWAYS MY DILFIEBEARRRRR

[tiffanylamps]

For the characters....well, Han Joo Won is kind of low-hanging fruit but! yeah. (especially with the haircut, which also kinda exposes me but look I am just a circle with sunglasses) Also, merry from lotr because he is a sweet friend-shaped hobbit. Also, the cat lady from treasure planet because MILF!

the game Oh, I wonder who this could be???? 🤔🤔🤔 I have no clue!!! It must be a complete stranger lol🥸 Hey Iva, hope you're doing well!

Han Joo Won stole my personality and fashion sense. I know he's technically older than me, but I've been in existence for longer,,, soooooo.... But yeah, I totally see this one. He and I are both anxious people with poor social skills and a flair for the queer dramatics, and a tendency to be obsessive when we like something. He is, however, waaay more confident than me and far braver (and way more of an arsehole lol). Whereas I'm much better at reading people and recognising subtext. Also, after rewatching some BE episodes recently, I have got it into my head that Joo Won (in another life) would have been a fab Investigative Photojournalist (we've all seen his stalker photos and he's very good at putting himself into SituationsTM)... and I'm probably reeeeeally projecting with this one, as that was a profession I considered when I was at uni. But yeah... thoughts??

Maaaaate! I love me some Merry! Loyal, reliant, brave, tenacious! He's one of my favourite lotr characters. He knows when to stand up for himself, is a loving friend, and is rather intelligent, which I really love. This one is a really nice compliment, thank you!! (I used to call my mum a hobbit because she's short. i am definitely not hobbit-sized, but OHHH, wouldn't being a hobbit be a wonderful thing??)

OH MUMMA! Not to be a furry or anything, but damnnnn girlll. I loved this movie growing up and I really enjoyed her character! Capable, no bullshit, a fucking great leader with a soft side?? Yes, please! Plus, that's a killer outfit and I would look great in it lol. (I also have a similar beauty mark to her!) (By the way, Peanut doesn't like my MILF top 😂)

These are some great characters! I love that you associate them with me. What a lovely compliment! Also, my hair has finally grown past Joo Won's length, so he and I are no longer hair twins. Thank you for sending me this 🥰

[tartt9]

Jamie laughs once again at the tap to his forehead. "What about a 14? Right here?" He offers instead, tapping at his own right bicep. He doesn't mind getting tattoos for the people he loves - it's why he's kept his tattoo with Keeley even after they broke up. It's why he's been highly considering actually getting tattoos on his left arm - moons and suns, for his mum. And he's already made an appointment to get the Richmond greyhound on his chest. A tattoo for Dani would just make sense.

He lets Dani put the flower behind his ear, grinning widely. "Do I look pretty?" he asks, fishing for compliments, but Jamie Tartt has never been one for shame before. He shuts up after that, rare for him, but he wants to let Dani talk. "Oh..." he whispers, finally finding out the reason Dani had chosen 14. It makes sense. Of course it makes sense. If Jamie hadn't decided to stick with his Academy number upon his call up to City proper, picking his mother's birthday would've been an obvious choice. And if he wasn't so set on making a statement about Sam being one of the most brilliant, national-team-deserving players he's ever met, perhaps he'd have chosen her birthday when he played for England, too. [ But he likes 24. 24's sticking, even after Sam gets his inevitable call up. ] Jamie knows he's playing more like a 10 than a 9, these days, with Ted and Beard and Roy's take on total football, but he likes the 9 on him - Dani's right, it's his number. So, if the new gaffer [ whoever it may be, after Ted leaves, because Ted is leaving, and Jamie needs to wrap his head around that ] asks if Jamie wants to switch to 10 next season, he's going to say a firm thank you, but no thank you. 9 is forever. "Thanks for telling me that, Dani... I'm sure he'd be real proud of you. Especially when you play for Mexico. But maybe for us, too. Definitely for us, too."

Squeezing Dani's hand, Jamie's nose crinkles up slightly with a shake of his head. "Don't think I'd look fit with hair as long as yours and Trent's - I think you lot've got that covered for the whole club. Also Bumber, but his hair ain't as long as yours. By next season, it probably will be, though. So. Trent'll be gone, and he'll take his place, yeah? Two people with hair that flowing is the perfect number for us." Jamie speaks as if he's done maths about what percentage of the team should have what haircut - he hopes to Christ that no one decides they need a Lasso mustache next season.

"Alright, kid, if your hair starts to fall out, my opinion'a your face ain't gonna change. It's a good face. Hair or none."

“that will not be enough, mi amor. if you are beating mexico somehow, you will need to tattoo my name on your skin.” dani taps jamie's forehead once, to signify where he'd like the tattoo to go.

the apology is as sweet as it is unnecessary. dani plucks a flower from the bouquet he's yet to set down, placing it carefully behind one of jamie's ears. “you do not need to apologise, jamie tartt. i chose fourteen. it is the date my father was born, the fourteenth.” it was the kind of thing he thought about as a kid, picking a number that his father could easily recognise when looking down at him from the skies. dani had stuck with it ever since then. will probably stick with it until the day he won't need to wear a uniform at all anymore. “nine is a good number, but it is your number.” it had been difficult, at first, seeing the knee injury as anything but a setback. even now when it twinges during long matches or aches when it's cold. but with time it's been easier to see things from a different perspective, be thankful for the things that's been given to him as a result of it instead. jamie's helped a lot on that end without even realising.

all this touching... dani laughs once jamie's hand is free of his hair, latching onto it and threading his fingers through so he can hold onto his hand instead. “yes, it's pretty,” dani grins, tugging gently at one of the strands with his free hand, “but it's not long or... fluffy like mine or trent's. maybe if you grow out your hair a little longer, we will let you in the club.” trent seems the type to be tightlipped about his hair care secrets, though, so it might not be much of a club after all.

“i will hold you to that, jamie. when i am old and my hair starts to fall out, you are not allowed to take those words back.”

[alatusxiaoo]

flirting hcs.

“you’re flirting with me.” “is it working?”

a/n: hi! this is a scheduled (shit) post while i’m out (and dying) <3 have a nice week everyone >.<

albedo as your best friend who knows absolutely nothing about love…but is strangely proficient in picking up on subtle gestures and cues of mutual attraction. he doesn’t always speak of his knowledge on it, however lately with your constant rambles of your developing crush on one of your literature classmates, he’s been rather…well, strange nowadays.

“…and he offered to help me out with my literature assignment! can you believe it—? hey, why are you so quiet? you’re getting distracted.” “i never realized how pretty you looked with your hair pushed back. you should do it more often.” “i…were you even listening, albedo?”

and sure, you and albedo have had physical contact once in a while…but you’ve noticed they linger longer and occur more often in the span of a typical day. nowadays, his light hugs have grown somewhat intimate, and his quirky habit of gently toying around with your hair happens quite frequently. you wonder if there’s also a reason behind why he keeps complimenting you nowadays.

“albedo~! how is the prettiest person in the world doing today?” “i don’t know, how are you doing today?” “i—great, yeah…i’m good i guess…wait, did you just call me pretty again?”

well…at this rate, you had almost completely forgotten about your crush from literature class. all you were trying to do was to avoid developing any sort of romantic feelings for your nonchalant best friend. and hopefully, the endeavor wouldn’t eventually prove itself to be as hard as it sounds…right?

childe as your childhood friend’s annoying older brother. since you spend so much time over at their neighboring house, you’re unfortunately bound to run into the tall ginger perusing the modest hallways with a knowing smirk.

“didn’t realize we were having guests today.” “whatever asshole—ugh, you stink! ew, don’t touch me! take a shower already, that’s disgusting.” “don’t you want an invite?~” “son of a bitch…nope, i’m going to pretend you just didn’t say that.”

weirdly, he doesn’t really act up when he’s around his sister. he’d probably stumble into the two of you finishing up a physics project and bicker around for a bit with his sister…but there’s oddly nothing spontaneously flirty when he talks to you with her in the room. although the instinct to tease you always kicks back in when he catches you alone — like, for instance, when he walks in on you making a cup of coffee for yourself in the vacant kitchen.

“coffee?” “no thanks, i’m more of a tea person.” “oh thank god, this is the last cup in the house and i’d honestly rather not indirectly kiss you—” “well if you wanted a kiss, why didn’t you just say so?~”

and at the end of the day, despite hastily scampering out of their lovely abode to avoid an unbridled barrel of flirty remarks with his cheeky goodbyes, you can’t exactly help but absently smile and…perhaps even hope to come back soon around the approaching weekend.

kaedehara kazuha as the reserved boy seated in the corner of your literature period. everyone claims that he apparently prefers keeping to his own company, but you’d beg to differ and say he doesn’t seem to mind yours either…if anything, he was just a nice boy.

“is that a new sweater?” “oh, you noticed? i actually got it yesterday, although i suppose the fit on me looks rather awkward…” “on the contrary, i think you look beautiful, as always.” “—!”

okay, maybe sometimes a bit too nice. yet often times you’d find it oddly refreshing that someone would still compliment you on the little things. whether it’s your gauchely fitted sweater, or your intentionally concealed haircut (he easily points it out with a boyish grin across his lips), or how he lightly chuckles when he spots you poorly attempting to cram a quick literature assignment within the discussion period.

“i don’t know what you’re expecting, but not all of us are particularly skilled in this aspect.” (his warm hands hover over your loose one grasping the pen, a lazy smirk finding its way around his fair features.) “sure, whatever you say love. now do you still want my help or not?”

well…you’d be lying if you said you’ve never developed feelings for the pretty boy. (deep down, you know he’s really just a sly fucker who’s undeniably fantastic at flirting.)

gorou as your fellow club officer who’s frustratingly innocent in the aspects of flirting and such…however, he always seems to unconsciously phrase things the wrong (and often misunderstood) way. as a result of this, the other officers openly find amusement in mainly teasing you, and well…unfortunately leaving the poor boy clueless on what he said, for you to be impotently poked fun about.

“hey, sorry we’re late for the meeting! we had things to do.” “and um…by things, she means me. so it’s mainly my fault if we’ve caused an inconvenience to everyone else. sorry about that guys.” “pfft, oh this is good! so what exactly did y/n do to you, gorou?” “and do you mind explaining it for us in further detail?” “i—” “well, what happened was…” “no wait, don’t answer that—!”

it’s rather distressing, really. and it’s not as if you knew how to explain such intimate subjects to the boy either — his innocence was a refreshing thing to hear, after being surrounded by too many tainted mindsets.

“were you here for long?” “not really, it’s alright. i’ll always have time for you, y/n!” “i—yeah, thank you...” “your cheeks are red, are you—” “anyways! back to what i wanted to talk about…”

although strangely…it is charming in an odd way. part of you still wonders if he really doesn’t know what he’s saying, or he secretly has an idea of what effect it has on you. (so it’s only when you catch a mysterious twinkle in his eyes as he innocently smiles, that it hits you and you guiltily think to yourself — ah, i’m fucked.)

scaramouche as your bickering roommate who you have no choice but to consult before you leave in 15 minutes for a blind date. you have no fucking idea how a guy’s mind works, and so you both decide to exchange each of your own general ideas of flirting signals within your respective sexes.

“well goodness, it’s common knowledge. if a girl’s arms are wrapped around your neck, she obviously wants to kiss you. if they’re around your waist, she might just be seeking for comfort. and if they’re positioned diagonally, you clearly don’t stand a chance with her—” “fucking hell woman, how was i supposed to know that hugging meant different things for girls?”

similar to albedo, there’s a lot of physical demonstration and careless contact with each other. his hands may end up lazily slung around your waist, and yours pressed against his chest while you argue about trivial actions and certain intentions behind them.

“so what about guys, huh?” “seriously? if a guy likes you, he’ll kiss you, end of discussion.” “…you’re kidding. that’s it?” “guys aren’t that convoluted, idiot. if they want something, they’ll do it straightforward. the most they’ll do to make it obvious is look at the girl’s lips as a signal.” “ugh, i can’t believe what i’m hearing…”

anyways, you get the point. a lot of touching (that invades each of your strictly determined personal spaces) and childish squabbling for the next handful of minutes…it eventually reaches a point where you’re left with no choice but to thank him in the end for his oddly complacent effort to help you out. and it soon clicks after you’ve both finished with your typical quarrel, when you witness the clock over his shoulder almost hitting your arranged time to leave for your blind date — yet you catch him wordlessly eyeing down something in particular.

“are you…looking at my lips?” “…your hands are still around my neck.” (oh…were they still there? you hadn’t noticed.)

as an odd sensation suddenly presses soft against yours, the world spins and your heart catches in your throat. (perhaps taking a rain check on that blind date, doesn’t sound like the worst idea right about now.)

xiao as your stoic class senior, with whom you’ve developed a rather peculiar (love-hate) relationship together. you met in the school’s unused art room while skipping a monotonous period of basic calculus, and decided it was best to simply tolerate each other’s uninvited presences instead of ratting each other out to the staff and administration (because then, you’d both be caught for missing out on classes). albeit sometimes the silence proves itself to be…difficult to merely ignore one another inside the sequestered room.

“would it actually kill you to stop replaying that song, y/n?” “shh! this is the best part!” “fuck, this is so annoying…” “well get used to it, you’ll be hearing it every time i come over.” “this woman is seriously testing my patience…god, i hate you.” “you don’t have to lie to yourself~”

you could say he was the type of guy who considered communication was nothing much other than a complete waste of time…which you eventually discovered to be quite ironic, once you realized he was undeniably popular among the girls and boys of his batch. perhaps now you could sympathize a bit better with his aloof personality, but then again — he never seemed to complain during your spontaneous conversations together. if anything, sometimes you feel like he just mutually enjoys the exchange as much as you do.

“well, what do you think? i painted you pretty well, huh?” “…was that supposed to be me?” “yeah, wait—why, what did you think it was?” “i don’t know…abstract?” “…wow. fuck you xiao.” “if you want, go ahead.”

as much as you would wish to deny it, there’s also a lot of flirting despite the occasional degrading comments tossed around each other. and sometimes you’d even get to the point where the slightest brush of physical contact begins to send your heart into a frenzy. but at the end of the day, when you both leave the room and coincidentally run into each other with friends in the hallways…neither of you acknowledge one another. whatever transpires within the confines of that art room remains nothing but a little secret for only the two of you.

[targaryenluvs]

Congrats on 200 followers. Can you write something about the celebratory dinner with Charles and his family after Charles won the world title?

Of course!

and completely missed the mark 😭

contains bad french translations ❤🤩

Stand By Me

"And Charles Leclerc is the winner of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix and subsequently the 2023 Champion of the World!"

Cheers rung through out the Ferrari Garage, more so all around you. As you gripped your headphones tighter than before as you watched your boyfriend cross the line, swerving left and right.

Following in his lead, fellow team-mate Carlos and Max. The first Ferrari 1-2 since 22' Bahrain.

In that moment it was all worth it.

The frustrations, struggles and pain of the last few years, the DNFs, the engine problems, miscommunication, everything.

It didn't matter.

-

You, nor any Ferrari employee had managed to wipe the ginormous grin on all of your faces, these smiles would've, (according to Lando) put the Cheshire Cat to shame.

Charles stood proudly on top of his championship winning vehicle as he celebrated by drawing a bow and arrow and shooting off into the distance before covering his eyes as if looking into the sun to see it off.

He jumped down and rushed to the rowdy red team as shouts and compliments surrounded him.

Now don't get him wrong.

He loved the support and congratulations he was receiving but they weren't exactly coming from the person he wanted to hear it from.

The second you came into his field of vision, Charles swallowed you entirely with his bear hug. "For you. Mi amor for us!"

"I know Charles, I'm so proud, you have no idea. I love you so much mon chou." You rambled as you pressed your lips to his.

-

You and Charles were driving to Pascales home.

It had been three days since your very own boyfriend, Charles Leclerc himself, stood proudly on the top of the podium. Clutching his trophe so tightly as if he feared it would run away.

That night was not something any Ferarri member would have remembered in the slightest inkling.

That night was a blur of love, cheers, champagne, skinny dipping off a boat and fireworks as well as noise complaints.

Right afterwards you organized the dinner with Charles and his family knowing they wanted to see him even though Charles had already told you, that the pair off you guys would go together to visit anyway.

You were zoned out as you felt Charles's hand resting comfortably on the inside of your thigh as it drew you back in.

"Tu vas bien?" - Are you okay?

"Yeah, just thinking about this week."

"Oh yeah? Any specific parts? Perhaps our bedroom last sunday?" Charles joked as your smacked his arm.

"No you idiot, I'm just proud of you."

"Merci chérie, je n'aurais pas pu le faire sans toi."

Thank you honey, I couldn't have done it without you.

-

The door opened and revealed a beaming Prema Driver in an ugly christmas sweater.

"Maman me l'a fait porter. Don't even."

Mom made me wear it.

Speaking of the woman, "Charles!" she squealed as she hugged her son before turning her attention to you. "Y/n, it's been too long mon amour."

"Hi Mrs Leclerc! How are you?"

"Good, I'm having fun, watching my boys, being healthy and doing my job. Its a peaceful life and I love it."

"That sounds amazing, I know who I'm going to for my next haircut then huh?" You joked.

"Yes you do. I'm happy and eating well."

"I told you not to lie with family Maman. I saw you eating the oreos!" Enzo joked as he also welcomed you and Charles "Oh shush Lorenzo, come this way dinner's outside, but close your eyes Y/n."

-

You were promptly blindfolded and lead outside where you suddenly stopped, all you could hear was bickering in a language incomprehensible to you. Italian maybe? Definitely not French was all you could tell.

"Y/n."

Was all you heard before the blindfold was taken off and you swore then and there you fell in love, forever, permanently.

Charles was standing in front of you, on one knee, with a ring box in hand.

"Cha-"

"Ma fille, je ne te remercierais jamais assez de m'avoir aidé à traverser ces années difficiles. Tu es restée à mes côtés pendant toutes ces années. Tu m'as toléré, aidé, nourri, soigné quand j'étais trop brisé pour le faire moi-même. L'année dernière a été ma pire, et tu m'as aidé à traverser ça avec facilité. Tu m'as soutenu quand j'avais l'impression de n'avoir personne. Quand c'était le monde contre moi, tu me rappelais toujours que je n'étais jamais seul. Alors s'il te plaît bébé, épouse-moi.

Tiens toi a mes côtès pour toujours."

TRANSLATION:

My girl, I could never thank you enough for helping me through these tough years. You've stuck by my side for all these years. You tolerated me, helped me, fed me, cared for me when I was to broken to do so myself. Last year was my worst, and you helped me through it with ease. You stood by me when I felt like I had no one. When it was the world against me you always reminded me I was never alone. So please baby, marry me.

Stand by me, forever.

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"You have no clue how long I've been waiting for this Charles. I've known you since we were kids and I've loved you longer than I've known.

Yes! A million times, Yes!"

He promptly slipped the gorgeous and obviously expensive ring on your finger before scooping you up in his arms and spinning the two of you around. As his brothers and mother shouted in excitement and happiness.

As it all settled down you looked up at your boyfriend of 5 years and bestfriend of 19.

"Je t'aime tellement mon ange." Charles whispered into your ear before kissing your neck.

"Je t'aime Charlie."

[cyborg-franky]

(the anon who asked the character limit)

Omg, how perfect. I literally had 3 characters in my mind I wanted to request headcanons for.

Could I get headcanons of Law, Kidd and Ace reacting to their longhaired s/o showing them their new short haircut?

I just had my waist length hair cut into a bob haircut, and I'd like to know how my faves would react in that situation

Oh man I used to have hair I could sit on and now I look like a pineapple thanks to a bad haircut. I am excited to write these for you!

Ace

Alright, he’ll admit to himself he’ll miss playing with your hair, he enjoyed idly playing with the strands but as long as you still play with his hair, he guesses he doesn’t mind.

He’ll compliment you, instantly touching it and feeling the new length.

“Did you keep the cut off hair?”

“Wh-what why?” You blinked confused and Ace just laughs.

“We could have made a wig for Marco, let him have a normal hairstyle.” Ace says with a huge smirk, you roll your eyes but can’t help but laugh.

“What do you think?” You ask as he holds your chin in his hands, turning your head side to side before he nods, more compliments.

If you start to feel like you regret it, he’ll remind you that hair grows back and it still looks really cute, it suits you.

It might take him a while to get used to it, he keeps going to play with it and forgets it’s short.

Its sort of funny because he jumps in shock, thinking he accidentally burned it off or something.

Kid

You’re a little worried that Kid might not react well. He can be very volatile when it comes to change.

But he narrows his eyes and looks it over before giving a nod. “Yeah, that’s pretty cute babe, ya know, we could match now.” You’re not entirely sure you like the look on his face, the growing smirk on his painted lips as he vanished from sight.

“Kid?” you asked as he rummages around before bringing out a pot of something. You eye it up as he gestures you to sit on the bed.

It takes him an hour, but he’s pleased with his work, he’s changed your hairstyle so many times now, big spikes, fake mohawk.

You feel he’s happier with it than you were.

Having so much fun with your shorter hair.

He also gives it a playful tug. “I like it’s still long enough to get a grip on.” You can’t help blush when he smirks, probing his point as he takes a handful.

“Wanna dye it? I have like green and blue somewhere around here, also Killer won’t be so jealous now, he likes being the long-haired one.” Kid chuckles.

Law

Alright, takes him a second.

He slow blinks at you when you come into his office before he catches on.

“So?” you ask and gently fluff the shorter ends, watching him for a reaction.

“Nice, looks nice, less work too.” He said with a nod.

“That’s it? Less work?” you roll your eyes, but he sighs and stands up, long strides that mean it takes him no time at all to pull you against him, running a hand through the short hair.

“You look perfect.” He hummed and kissed your forehead.

“Better than before?”

“Tsk, not getting me with that one. It looked lovely before and it looks lovely now, it frames your face nicely, cute.” And the doctor smiles to himself when he’s able to still tuck loose strands behind your ears, a soft affection he’d miss being able to do if it was shorter.

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[joongernaut]

quick break

pairing: huang renjun x reader

genre/warnings: smut (no penetration), hair pulling, slight degradation (use of 'bitch' like once), dry humping, dom! renjun if you squint, cumming on selves? LOL

word count: 1.5k

A/N: i wanted to keep this short so if i ended it weirdly sorry 🫡 this was inspired by renjun's haircut because a lot of people seem to hate it but i fucking LOVE it (i'm a sucker for cropped/choppy short hair) so basically this is self-indulgent bye enjoy

renjun could feel your eyes stealing glances at him every few minutes and, needless to say, it was starting to make him shift uneasily in his seat from across the table. every time he would try and catch you in the act, your eyes would immediately avert back to the book laid out in front of you. you were supposed to be studying together, cramming another evening session in before one of your upcoming tests, and so far it had gone relatively smoothly without distraction.

or that's what renjun had thought, at first, before noticing your sudden shift in behavior.

he heaved out a sigh, letting his own book slip from his fingers to fall on the table with a thud before taking off his black-rimmed glasses. “why are you staring at me?” renjun asked bluntly and you looked up at him a bit startled. “w-what do you mean?” you questioned, instinctively chewing at the skin on your bottom lip. renjun rolled his eyes, gazing back at you with mild annoyance. “you’re not subtle at all, you know,” he let out a small laugh, “you’ve barely moved past that section of the book since you’ve cracked it open. and you keep looking over here. did you need help understanding something or…?” he asked.

you placed a book marker on the page that you were on before closing it as you faced renjun, swallowing the small lump that was in your throat. “no, it’s not that. i think i’m just… distracted.” you admitted, fidgeting with your fingers. renjun didn't seem as agitated as he was before, the feeling now being replaced with curiosity. “distracted by…?” he questioned, full undivided attention on you now as he watched you shift in your seat.

“well, your hair… it’s different. you cut it.” you said looking down at the book in front of you to avert your gaze as renjun blinked. “my… haircut?” renjun said incredulously as he absentmindedly ran his hand through the cropped front of it. “yeah, i did cut it… and? is it that bad?” he questioned, half-jokingly but also a bit self conscious now that he knew that this was what was disrupting your studying as well as his own.

you quickly waved your hands up at him dismissively. “n-no, no, no! i like it. actually, i really like it. you look good.” you said, wanting to bite your tongue off afterwards for admitting such a thing to him. it wouldn't be so weird to you if he wasn't just your study partner and tutor. you were barely close to each other outside of the classroom but you couldn't fight off that little inkling of a crush you've had on him with each session. and something about the sudden change of his appearance only made the attraction to him stronger.

hearing your compliment, renjun’s face turned a light shade of pink and he let out a cough. “oh… i look good.. that’s why you’re distracted?” he repeated your words letting it sink in it a bit and you hesitantly nodded as confirmation. he wasn't cocky by any means but he had to admit that this was giving him a bit of an ego boost. seeing how flustered you were because of this only made you look even cuter to him than you were before.

“do you want to touch it?” the question flew out of his mouth before he could even stop himself and your eyes widened a bit as you looked over at him. “my hair, i mean. if you want to.” he added for clarification as he scratched the back of his head. that weird feeling you had before was almost completely gone now as you carefully stood from your chair, making your way to renjun seated across the table until you were standing right in front of him. he looked up at you with a faint smile that made your heart beat a little faster before gesturing towards his head with his hand.

you ran your fingertips along the shaved-down sides of his head, trailing them through to the nape of his neck as you watched his eyes flutter shut. you did the same motion again only this time with the light graze of your finger nails and he let out a soft groan. his hands found purchase on your hips as he circled his thumb gently along the bone making you exhale sharply. “sit.” renjun commanded softly and you comply easily once you saw the darkened look in his eye, coming closer until you were in his lap with your hands still in his hair.

your eyes locked for a split second before his lips pressed against yours moving slowly but hungrily. the skirt you were wearing rode up along your thighs a bit as you pressed yourself against him until there was no space left between your bodies. renjun bit down on your lower lip, eliciting a whine from you, before dipping his tongue inside to play with your own. the hands that were on your hips were now trailing down your thighs, touching and squeezing here and there as you squirmed in his lap. “stay still.” he huffed, feeling himself grow harder at your movement.

you could feel him straining right against your pussy through the front of his jeans and that only made you want to move more, humping against him for a little friction. the rough material moved against your clit so nicely, you could feel the fabric of your panties starting to dampen from how wet you were getting. renjun sucked his teeth at your disobedience and slapped your thigh harshly, making you gasp as you tugged at his hair.

renjun grunted. “brat… you don't listen.” he said with a disapproving shake of his head as he placed his hands on your hips again firmly. “i never would have thought a little haircut would turn you on like this, baby. you’re practically humping me like some bitch in heat.” he taunted, his voice having a little more edge on it with you being so lewd in his lap. your head fell onto his shoulder as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, face warming up at how embarrassingly turned on you were right now. “r-renjun, i need-” you started but your words caught in your throat once he began moving your hips, dragging your body along his lap and against the prominent bulge through his jeans.

“you need me,” renjun rasped into your ear causing a shiver to go down your spine as he started to move your hips faster with his grip tightening. likewise, your grip on his hair also tightened enough where he could feel a sting on his scalp and he bit down on his lower lip to suppress a moan. “wish you would have told me sooner. every time i come over, i would have you just like this. making a mess just for me.” he said, his own hips lifting from his seat to meet yours in a desperate attempt at getting more friction. “i mean, fuck, just look at yourself. you’re gonna cum just from this, aren't you? you’re soaking me.”

and he was right. your panties were sticking to your pussy and when you took a quick glance down at what you could see under your skirt, the wet patch on renjun’s jeans only darkened with every collision. but renjun wasn't too far away either. the way you never loosened your grip on his hair and the moans slipping subconsciously from your mouth only egged him on further. “y/n…” he called out to you, nearly gasping as he felt his end nearing closer. “y/n, look at me.” he said and you shakily moved from his neck to face him before he crushed his mouth against yours with a lot more fever than before.

at this point, you were being bounced on his lap with enough force to make the chair creak underneath you as you both chased your orgasms. as much as renjun wanted to make you cum for him first, one very hard tug of his hair between your fingers left him careening as he started fucking up into your clothed core with reckless abandon. his hips stuttered and you could feel him twitch against your folds through his briefs before you felt the warmth of his cum spreading, nearly seeping through the jean material. this triggered your own orgasm as your whole body shook, the drip of your arousal making a bigger, stickier wet patch form on his jeans as well as your panties.

your hips finally come to a halt after riding the waves of pleasure as you and renjun catch your breath, puffs of air mingling as you face each other. “oh, your hair… it’s messed up, i’m sorry.” you said, finally letting go of the choppy strands before attempting to fix it up. “you also messed up my pants but it’s okay.” he teased, chuckling lightly as you quickly looked down where you were still sticking together and let out an embarrassed groan. “sorry! we can go clean up and continuing studying.” you said hurriedly, moving to stand up until renjun stopped you by giving your thigh a small squeeze. “or we could… take another study break. how does that sound?” he asked with a smirk.

an hour or so break wouldn't hurt, you concluded once his lips connected with yours again.

[moralesispunk]

❛ this is a good look for you. ❜ - Super, happy, fluffy one with Frankie's lady complimenting Frankie's fluffy hair, please. ^^

This is pure fluff and lightheartedness with a bit of emotion at the end - I hope you enjoy! Part of my 1000 follower celebration!

Frankie Morales x Wife! Reader

Summary: Frankie is starting to feel a bit insecure with his gray hairs but you are always there to make him feel better

Warnings: this is pure fluff, Frankie and reader in established relationship (married with child), kissing

Frankie was going longer and longer in the breaks between his visit to the barber, a new development since his retirement when he didn’t have to follow rules about how long his hair could be or in what ways it could be styled.

You liked it; it was yet another sign that he was becoming more comfortable back home, knowing that there wasn’t another deployment looming around the corner where he would have to leave you for months on end with only letters and the occasional pixelated facetime.

His hair was now curling around his ears and the back of his neck, poking out from beneath his many caps and demanding him to brush the hair from his eyes every so often. It was paired with his patchy beard, one you loved to scratch your nails through as you watched mindless TV after dinner or while laying on his chest in bed - an action that would have him falling asleep in a matter of minutes. 

Something you also loved was the new gray hairs that were starting to show up through his hair, patches along his jaw and strands scattered throughout his dark locks. You were admiring it now as you lay on the couch, his head on your chest and hand rubbing up and down your side as you carded through his hair. Frankie was obviously thinking the same, his voice cutting through the movie you had put on after Sofía had gone to bed.

“I need a haircut,” he mumbled against your chest and you stopped the movement.

“Why?”

There wasn’t an answer but you felt his cheeks go warm as they pressed against you and you reached around to take his chin between your thumb and finger, tilting him up to look at you. He avoided your gaze for a moment and you prompted him again, a gentle squeeze of his chin.

“The grays,” he muttered, “there are… a lot now.”

“And?”

“And I look old.”

“What?” You bit down on your lip to hide a fond smile, sitting up and making him sit up with you. 

“I look old,” he repeated louder this time.

“Frankie, baby, you are getting old,” you nodded and he rolled his eyes. “But,” you spoke quickly, shuffling closer to him on the couch, “but you just keep getting more handsome.”

“Stop,” he groaned, his body flopping backwards on the couch and you laughed, crawling over him to straddle his waist.

“Never,” you smiled wickedly down at him and you could see the pull of a smile in the corner of his mouth. “I have always thought you were the most handsome man but this,” you gestured to his whole body, “just keeps getting more handsome and honestly, it’s a bit frustrating.”

He finally smiled fully up at you, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he jerked his chin up at you.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you groaned dramatically. “All the other Mom’s at school stare at you when we take Sofía in the morning, I can see them whisper about you.” You leaned your hands on his chest and his own came to wrap around your wrists. “Ever since retiring you just look- you just look so good. It’s hard to get anything done around here when you’re walking about like this. I just think about your strong arms,” you tilted your head, watching as you dragged your fingertips down his biceps and dropped your voice lower, “and your face, the lines you’ve earned from smiling so much,” you trace up along his jaw, “and these lips,” you lean down and kiss them, “I think about kissing them all the time. And the gray hairs,” you reached up and ran your fingers through the curls, “I love them too. I think about how you’ve loved me so long that we’re both starting to grow old together.”

His face softened and those words, his hands settling on your waist as you leaned in again and pressed your lips against his once more. One of his hands moved around to your back, pressing you tighter against him and as you gasped he pressed his tongue into your mouth and you moaned. It was soft and it was gentle; hands lightly exploring each other until you finally pulled back.

“This is a good look for you. You suit-” you felt a lump in your throat as you nodded at him, “you suit being home, Frankie. You suit being here, with us, a husband and a father.”

The air in the room changed, what had started as light teasing turned into a moment of pure love. It was true that the man you were looking at now looked different than he did all those years ago you met him in a bar - his face etched with more lines and wrinkles, his body changing with age and no longer running around carrying a 50 kilo backpack, his hair now lightened with gray streaks - but you loved him more every day.

You fell in love with him a little bit more every time he pulled you closer to him as you both lay asleep in bed, or when he played with your daughter, a life you had created together, or when you heard his laugh, or saw his smile…

“I love you, Francisco Morales. I loved you when we were younger, I love you now, and I will love you when we are old.”

His hand found one of yours, bringing it to his lips as he closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to your ring - fighting back his own emotion that was making it difficult to find the words now.

“I love you, always and forever,” he spoke back.

“Even with my gray hairs,” you teased and he laughed, shaking his head.

“Even then.”

//

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[workofheart]

jean kirstein relationship hcs

sorry for the inactivity lately y’all school is whooping my ass </3 in the mean time, have some modern jean relationship hcs bc i miss him

protective boyfriend #1 ♡ ♡ ♡ will not hesitate to yell at ppl if they’re mean or rude to you, he doesn’t want anyone coming near you like that. thinks his partner deserves the absolute best and will not tolerate people disrespecting you or even thinking of disrespecting you. he will defend you til the day he dies, even if it embarrasses you

asks the waiter for a new dinner when yours is undercooked and you’re too nervous to say something. if you’re a person w social anxiety or just don’t feel like doing something, he would do things for you no problem, whether its fetching you something, paying for you, ordering for you, etc. he’s not gonna tease you or make fun of you, he’s just happy to help

he’s a sappy drunk :’) when he’s hammered, he gets all clingy and drags you onto the couch to cuddle w you/hangs off of you while you walk home and tells you all about how he feels about you and how he wants to spend his life with you and have dogs and a cute home forever. has the cutest little giggle while literally pouring out his feelings for you 

and if you bring it up in the morning, you KNOW he’s gonna get so shy and red like “oh... i said that? haha...”

his biggest dream is just domesticity with you - like i mentioned, living somewhere beautiful in a nice house with a beautiful family or just you and him :( he really cherishes you and just dreams about spending his life with you. his “happy place” is very likely just the two of you sitting in a field by a river on a sunny day, maybe with some sandwiches and sparkling water, with all the time in the world watching ducks swim by

i imagine that you were previously friends before starting to date, but he’d been seriously pining for you since the beginning, just never wanted to make you uncomfortable and was too scared to say anything. he’d go home after hanging out w you and just sigh (probably yell into his pillow in frustration too but shh) bc he just felt like if it wasn’t you, then who else?

meanwhile you’re being so obvious that you like him back but he keeps reasoning that you’re just being nice and wouldn’t actually want him like that 

was ready to settle for friendship and just lock away his feelings when you just pulled him aside and confessed directly. he was a strangely confused yet happy daze for the following weeks

is a sucker for romance movies - likes imagining him and you in those scenarios, romanticizes your own relationship shamelessly. i feel like he’d enjoy 500 days of summer and... wait for it... clueless. I KNOW. it’s his guilty pleasure. also consider: he bawled his eyes out at the end of la la land.

loves beach dates! loves the beach, loves the boardwalk, loves everything about that summer atmosphere. waits in line to get you funnel cake and then you sit and eat, people watching and making up stories for everyone that passes by and just laughing while you enjoy the fresh summer air. in the arcades, totally the type to win himself a cute plushie but when ur like “omg!! is that for me?” he goes oh yeah haha.. but don’t think he doesn’t notice when you’ve been eyeing up a specific toy at the ring toss stand. he will not hesitate to play game after game until he gets it for you. 

lover of back hugs. he is so generous, literally towers over you no matter ur height, just wraps his arms around u and holds u <3 it makes you feel so safe and loved and that’s all he wants for you 

carries you wherever possible. up the stairs, down the stairs, from the kitchen to the living room and back. he always boasts about how easy it is to pick you up bc he’s strong and it boosts his confidence lol

constantly tells you how pretty he thinks you are. jean always thinks you look beautiful so he always compliments your outfits and your hair and your makeup, leans into ur ear to whisper it to u and make u giggle even when it’s just the two of you at home

on that note: always gets caught staring at you and he blushes so easily when you call him out for it. can’t stop looking at you over the top of his newspaper when you’re having breakfast in the morning, can’t stop looking at you while you’re making dinner for him, can’t stop looking at you while you work or study

for valentines/your birthday/holidays he always makes you cute handmade cards out of colored construction paper. he finds a new design every single time and spends so long on it, and finishes by writing out how he feels on the inside. can u just imagine him sitting at his desk, tongue poking out of his mouth with a glue stick in hand as he lays down different colored paper hearts :( 

teases you nonstop. always poking fun at you, probably make jokes about how “irresistible” he is and how you can’t keep away lol, thinks you look adorable when you’re flustered

u give him haircuts when it’s getting long, he sits on a stool in ur bathroom and u just give him a trim every once in a while. trusts you not to fuck it up (not that you ever would) and it always comes out so nice and it makes his heart swell just to have you there to do such intimate, sort of domestic things for him.

pet names! i know so many people have talked about this but it’s just so true. has tried everything in the book to see what you like, watches carefully to see how you respond so he knows, occasionally calls you something silly like “pookie” just to get a reaction out of you

needs verbal communication. jean always has so much on his plate and has a lot of insecurities, so he really needs that reassurance that you need him and love him every day until he can accept it for himself

favorite position to sleep in is him on his back with your head on that area between his neck and shoulder, holds you really close during the night. loves loves loves when you nestle into him and cling to him for warmth when you’re asleep. has trouble sleeping if you aren’t there

dotes on you so much seriously he is so sweet and caring, just so whipped for you. he is literally so weak and always gives into you just bc it makes you happy. you want to drive out for mcdonald’s at two in the morning for an apple pie and a shake? he’s getting his keys rn

nsfw below the cut (18+)

i think mostly everyone is in agreement that jean is a total pleasure dom - he spends all night getting you to cum again and again, always asking if you can give him one more

as mentioned earlier, teases. avoids giving you what you want at first, makes you use your words, and when when you do get it, you’re getting it. aka, overstim galore. he’s not stopping until you’re spent

so much dirty talk, asks so many questions to get you to talk. “louder for me, princess” type of guy. wants to reduce you to babbling with how good he makes you feel - the sounds you make get him so incredibly hard

he is also vocal bc he knows you like it. groans his name into your ear just to feel you clench, then laughs.

never forgets to mark you up, leaves hickeys all over your neck and chest and thighs. loves to look at them later on when you’re changing, and especially loves your reaction to seeing them for yourself

size kink!! this man is almost 6’3 so chances are he’s gonna be bigger than you regardless. likes being close to you, likes being in positions where he can see you, probably has an arm slung around your waist or back whenever the position allows for it so he can hold you close

pins your arms down, holds your hips to the bed so you just have to sink into the mattress and take it

every time he aims to fuck your brains out and make sure the only thing you’re thinking about is him and how good he makes you feel

his fingers are fucking magical, dear lord, he gets you so worked up and knows just how to touch you to make you squirm, loves seeing you go hazy and unravel on his fingers. his fingers are so long and gentle and stretch you out so nice + he knows exactly what to do, where to touch you, when to change his motions to get you there in minutes

needs to be kissing you when he makes you cum. swallows your moans, adores how you struggle to kiss him back with the pleasure he’s giving you

mirror sex is top tier for him, probably has one of those siding door closets w mirrors next to his bed so he can make you look at yourself and watch just what he’s doing to you

eye contact, will 100% grab your jaw to make you look at him, loves seeing you stare up at him through glassy eyes

literal KING of aftercare. takes such good care of you, gets you anything and everything you need, cleans up so well, gives you the world and more