#once again thank u !! happy valentines

[malusienki]

miss valentine for @notyouraveragejulie

[sunghoonbite]

pairings: heeseung/jay/jake x reader

warnings/content: nsfw, first time sex, valentine’s day! mutual pining, foreplay, i kinda edged u all on this one i’m sorry if u need a part 2 i understand

minors dni, before reading

hi happy valentine’s day!! it’s just these 3 bc i didn’t have the time to write for sunoo tonight, but i totally can add him at some point if you guys want it. hope u enjoy :o

you wore lace lingerie to heeseung’s dorm to tease him, his t-shirt that he gave you some weeks ago thrown overtop of it, your legs hidden by comfy sweatpants.

you had gone out earlier today for valentine’s day, to the mall and out to eat. but you wanted more than that. you called him up and let him know you’d be over to spend the night, and of course he immediately accepted your invitation.

heeseung wanted more too. when you drove to the restaurant, your sephora bags from the mall sitting on the floor of his car, you sat in the passenger seat, silently looking out the window. he’d look over at you once he got to a stoplight, and his eyes trailed down to your thighs every time. the weather was nice and you wore a skirt for him.

silently, he cursed himself. why did he want to touch you so badly? you sat innocently next to him, legs crossed, but the only thought on his mind was the sounds you’d make as you made a mess over his car. would you whine his name? grab his hand as he fucked your cunt?

when you got to his dorm, he looked you up and down, infatuated, although you were dressed messily in his shirt. you leaned in once inside and your lips met.

“take my top off,” you whispered against his mouth, and his hands trailed up your back. you felt his lips curl upwards.

he obliged, shirt falling to his carpeted floor, and he blinked at the lace bralette that just barely covered your chest up.

“can you fuck me, heeseung?”

once your words spilled out of your mouth, he had you pressed into his bed within seconds.

jay took you out to eat on valentine’s day. you had spent the night before, not unusual for the two of you, and while drifting off to sleep you mumbled some barely coherent words about what restaurant you wanted to be taken to. so, gladly, he surprised you the next evening. “surprise” being a loose term, since he quite literally will do whatever you ask. taking you out to eat is a minuscule task.

you got ready in his bathroom, and stepped out in a silk, short black dress. his eyes wandered instantly, your curves evident as the fabric hugged your body, but he looked away after getting a good glance. jay was typically short with his compliments, not at all meaning that he disliked your appearance whatsoever, but he felt almost intimidated by your beauty, and feared if he spoke too much about what you looked like or wore that it would become uncomfortable.

so, he uttered softly, “you look good.”

when you got to the restaurant, though, he wasn’t able to look away, despite his efforts. you were seated across from him, and you were both yet to order. your eyes scanned the menu, unaware of his scanning your body, and you pressed your lips together as you thought about what to order. you looked up at him, ready to ask his opinion, and he was already staring at you.

“is something wrong?” you questioned.

“you look amazing,” he stated your name after his sentence.

you beamed, face beginning to flush, and you looked up as you brushed his comment off.

“thank you!” you smiled, fully aware jay’s words are always genuine.

he spoke your name again, pausing afterwards. you looked at him.

“how about we go in the car?” his voice was low.

you waited a moment, trying to understand his request, but tilted your head slightly once he didn’t elaborate.

“why? what’s wrong?”

quietly, he leaned in and replied, “i want to fuck you in the parking lot.”

his words were unusually bold for him. your mouth opened as you looked around, searching for if someone heard him.

“would that be okay?” he asked, before you had the possibility to answer, “it’s okay if you want to wait for another time.”

you took your purse that rested on the table, and began to sit up out of your chair.

“i want to,” you said quietly, “fuck me in the parking lot.”

so he did.

you and jake stayed in for the holiday. you both planned this ahead, so he surprised you. he bought you chocolates and flowers, and placed them in gift box of your favorite things. you spent the day together, captivated with one another’s presence.

now, though, it was getting late, and you sat together on his couch. you started the third movie of the night, snacks from earlier scattered over the table in front of you. his arm was around your waist, and your head rested on his shoulder to accompany your body that was curled up on his side. you were close, so close.

for some reason, your body started to heat up. his touch against you was nice, but you wanted more from him. you wanted jake on your skin. you wanted him to touch you more. lower. deeper.

you shifted, hoping to release some tension as you tried to inch closer to him. it wasn’t possible, you were already nearly connected to him, your clothes the only thing separating you. it was agonizing, you wanted to feel him.

you lifted your head up to get a better look at his face that was fixated on the screen. when he felt the warmth leave his shoulder, he turned to you. you kissed him once he did, his mouth meeting yours.

once the kiss broke, you moved closer, sitting on his lap now, straddling his thigh.

“what’re you doing baby?” he asked, mouth curled up into what you made out to be a sheepish grin.

you leaned in to kiss his neck.

“i need you,” you mumbled against his skin.

his hands wandered down and held onto your waist firmly.

“yeah? need me how?”

you lifted your head up once again and a sigh escaped your lips, you turned your head to the side.

“jake, i want you to fuck me,” you said, cursing yourself mentally for letting yourself say it so boldly, so desperately.

“all of a sudden?” he asked, but not complaining, completing his sentence with a small laugh.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to,” you added.

“no, no,” he replied, “i want to.”

as he said that, he lifted your top above your head to start undressing you. he pressed his palms against your waist and laid you down on the couch gently.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath at the sight of you, “you’re gonna look so pretty on my dick.”

you did, if you could call your mascara running pretty.

[secondcupforyou]

seventeen as horrible pick-up lines, a carat/valentine’s day special 🩷🩵

disclaimer, this is purely for entertainment purposes and does not reflect who seventeen are as people.

pairing! ot13 (separate) x gender neutral! reader

warnings! light swearing

word count! ~1k words total

author’s note! i found a list of horrible pick-up lines and couldn’t stop myself…

Seungcheol

“I can't taste my cherry lip gloss! Can you give it a try?”

“Huh? Like you want me to try it out?” you asked as you rummaged around your bag. You had been trying to find your phone to get directions for the restaurant you got reservations for. After you found it, you looked up to see Seungcheol’s pouty face. At that, you realised he was probably asking for something less explicit. “Oh, was that you asking to kiss me? You should have been more clear.”

Jeonghan

“Are you iron? Cause I don’t get enough of you.”

”Last time I checked, I wasn’t Iron Man, so I would check somewhere else.” you joked. However, you weren’t fully expecting the whining that would come after it. As you began to laugh at his reaction, Jeonghan’s complaining got louder. Through broken laughs, you tried to speak, “C’mon, I know you could do better than that.”

Joshua

“On a scale of 1 to America, how free are you this weekend?”

You looked up from your textbook as you heard Joshua’s voice. The two of you were supposed to be working on a project your professor had assigned you for the week. As you looked into his eyes, his small smile irked you just enough to complain: “Can’t you ask like a normal person? If you did, then maybe I would be free.”

Before he could respond, you began to work on the assignment once again.

Jun

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

You had lost track of the amount of times Jun had used different pick-up lines throughout the day. It started when you first saw each other today, and it hasn’t stopped since. While it was endearing for you, you could also see the annoyance building up from your friends. With a quick laugh, you leaned into his ear to whisper, “I would stop before one of them ends up punching you.”

Soonyoung

“This date is like a big bowl of Frosted Flakes. It’s grrrrrrrrreat!”

When Soonyoung said this to you, you couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe it was because of his complete seriousness as he looked you straight in the eyes, or maybe it was because of the silence that filled the room before. Either way, you weren’t expecting him to tell you a stupid pick-up line.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you were finally able to ask as your laughs began to calm down.

Wonwoo

“Good thing I have a library card, because I'm checking you out.”

Maybe it was because you were at the library that this was so cheesy, but you don’t think it would change much. He quickly moved to continue browsing through the books on the shelves; however, you could see a hint of blush lie across his cheeks. It made you smile.

“Ya’ know,” you began, “if you didn’t read books, then this would have been more awkward.”

Jihoon

“To quote the poet Lee Woozi, ‘Even if my lips are dry, I need to say this, baby: I adore you.’”

“Did you just use your own song to try to pick me up?” you said as you attempted to close the door to his studio. You had just ran to get some snacks from the convenience store before the two of you worked on music for the night, so your hands were filled with snacks. After watching you struggle a bit with the door, Jihoon got out of his chair to close the door for you. You whispered a small ‘thanks’ before setting them down on the table.

Seokmin

“I thought happiness started with ‘h,’ but turns out it begins with ‘u.’”

“And my happiness begins with ‘seok’ and ends with ‘min,’” you laughed as you brought the cup of coffee to your lips. Looking up from your cup, you saw Seokmin’s bright smile at your joke; however, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by it. “That joke was so awkward. I’m sorry.”

Mingyu

“Can I get your soccer jersey? I really want your name and number.”

At first, the line went over your head. One, you don’t play soccer. Two, Mingyu already had both your name and number. Three, why would Mingyu even use a pick-up line while talking to you? Though, the longer you took to respond, the more he began to pout.

As you watched him sulk, you came to the realisation quickly, “Oh, wait, that pick-up line was directed at me?”

Minghao

“Are you a parking ticket? Cause you've got fine written all over you.”

Minghao’s face was distraught, almost as if he was currently questioning his sanity. The sight of it was comedic. You slowly began to laugh at the situation, asking the question, “Who dared you to say that?”

Once you asked that, you could see the relief on his face.

Seungkwan

“If you're a fruit, you'd be a fine-apple.”

“Damn, does that mean it’s cannibalism for me to eat pineapples,” you said as you picked a bunch of bananas. You and Seungkwan had been shopping for your groceries for the week as you had just run out of cooking ingredients. After checking the quality of the bananas, you put them in the cart you were pushing around. “Good thing I like tangerines then.”

Vernon

“Did I tell you I'm filthy rich and my mother's dead?”

“Okay, yeah, that is pretty bad,” you admitted as you picked up a piece of chocolate. The two of you had been reading through lists of pick-up lines to try to find the worst one. At first, it started as a bit of a competition, but you had slowly lost the competitiveness of it. Scrolling through your phone, you tried to find one that was just as bad to beat Vernon’s. “What about this one…”

Chan

“Math is so confusing. It's always talking about x and y and never you and I.”

“I know that was a pick-up line, but I feel like using the variables ‘u’ and ‘i’ would make it worse, “ you said as you finished up the math problem in your textbook. Chan laughed as he grabbed a pencil sharpener from your pencil case. “No, like, seriously. Imagine writing them even just a little bit differently then, all of sudden, it is a 0 or a 1.”

mirajane’s rambles! i actually have no idea how i did this in a couple hours. my found this website where they were referring to pick-up lines as “rizz” lines, and i spiralled lmao. i had fun tho

happy valentine’s and carat day, everyone! <33

all likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated!

[avesque]

can i please request a drabble with i pushed everyone away because they weren’t you + neteyam? thanks.

of all the girls — neteyam

INCLUDES best friends to lovers. angst to fluff. 0.7k words.

NOTE i need him so bad. you can request a prompt of your own here! (also the great war part i might come out this thursday/friday. i promise i see those asking to be tagged, i will not forget u here is a big kith mwa) OH AND HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY i love you!

neteyam finds you all alone by the docks with your feet submerged in the water. it’s a quiet afternoon and the others are out and about with tsireya and other metkayina kids.

he finds his palms sweaty the second he settles beside you.

you don’t bother to look at him. it makes his heart squeeze painfully as your gaze stays fixed ahead, over the reefs and the horizon that he thinks you’ve mentally reached home.

you cut him off just as he’s about to break the quiet.

“why’d you leave?”

to others, it might sound nonchalant. but neteyam has known you for more than a decade; can read you like that back of his hand. there’s a bite to your tone that makes his heart climb up his throat.

you place your palms behind you and lean back but you do not look at him.

“you left,” he says. “i followed you.”

“no shit,” you scoff. it makes him wince. you always did hang a lot around lo’ak.

he swallows his nervousness.

“listen—”

you’re quick to rise to your feet. “well, i need to go.”

neteyam calls your name.

“i don’t want to hear it.” your tone is cold, biting. if he didn’t know better, he’d think you’re leaving behind snow rather than the sand you’re kicking off as you walk away hastily.

he follows you just as he has for the past twelve years. always behind you, always watching. waiting.

he snatches your arms once he’s caught up and something spears through his heart when he finds tears brimming in your lash line.

“no,” you seethe, wriggling free from his hold. “you leave me alone. go back to ayrona since you like her that much, huh?”

neteyam heaves a deep sigh, latching on to your arm again. gentler, this time. softer. consoling.

“no.”

you scoff again. the metkayina girl had shown interest in neteyam ever since you got here, always there, always lingering. it makes your skin itch, your blood boil. you’ve been watching them all this time, how she seems to enjoy those breathing lessons with neteyam. remembering it makes you want to scream.

but ayrona wasn’t the only one. back in the forest, before you had to flee, you heard other girls’ names tied with neteyam’s from hearsay. you did not have the heart to ask him about it, afraid that the confirmation will break your heart more.

ayrona is just the final straw.

but this is wrong. the lone tear that cascades down your cheek is a burning shame. neteyam is not yours.

at times, you feel like you may stand a chance, against all these other girls and against all odds. you’ve been toeing that line between friends and something more, touches lingering more than they should have, gazes softer and sweeter than most. but nothing has come of it.

you fear what you thought could have been was just a miscalculation on your part.

neteyam holds your cheek so delicately, thumbing away the salt on your cheek.

“oh, y/n.” his voice is honey; says your name like a prayer. you close your eyes, clumped eyelashes still spilling tears. “ayrona—” your stomach plummets, “—is a friend. just like tsireya.”

you sniffle, shaking your head and leaning away from his hold. but neteyam is quick, placing his other hand on your chest, right where your heart is.

“you,” he breathes, “are so much more.”

he rests his forehead on yours and he pulls you close.

“do you want to know why i told rey’nin to stop?”

rey’nin was the omatikaya girl who, despite the people’s disapproving stares, had pursued him.

“the others too,” he adds and proceeds to enumerate the girls who have shown interest in him. something warm lands on your cheek and you belatedly realize neteyam has placed a kiss there before he’s pulling away.

nimble fingers glide over your eyelids and your eyes flutter open to see gold staring right back.

“i pushed everyone away because they weren’t you.” he says your name again, this time, like a promise. “you are the only one my heart beats for. i see you. i always have.”

[normansnt]

The (not so) idiots and matchmaking

(Male Reader!platonic x Huskerdust)

(Sir Pentious x male reader)

Warnings:noone I think

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You were staring across the lounge of the hotel dreamily. At least thats all that Angel saw once he sat down next to you he noticed what, or rather, who you were staring at.

"Oh toots, staring ain't gonna help ya with nothin'" he said as he sat down next to you by the bar and ordered a drink from Husk who gave him a little kiss first and than went to get Angel a drink.

"It does, he is real pretty." You said still dazed.

Angel and Husk looked at each other and than smirked.

"You know, its still Valentines day today. And we all know he will not be the one to confess first the man is a nervous wreck so why don't you do it?"

Said Angel looking at you.

"What?-" you stood up very fast and hit your head on the top of the bar just like Angel that one time. Of course everyone in the lobby looked at you. Pentious hurried over and helped you back to your feet.

"Oh, dear (Y/N) are you ok?" He asked as he helped you up.

You got a bit red in the face at the close proximity but managed to get out a response.

"Yeah, I'm fine thanks Pentious." You smiled at him and he smiled back red faced.

"Of coursssse, any time...sssssay (Y/N) I was wondering..." he started while looking away kind of awkwardly. "You know what never mind I'll jussssst leave." He said that last part super fast and then left with the same speed.

You wanted to stop him but he was too quick so you slumped back into your chair at the bar.

"...sooo?"

"Yeah Angel you're right" you gave in at last. You will tell him.

Angel smirked at Husk again.

You were clutching a little plushie in your hand that held a heart in its hands and some chocolate. 'You can do this' you told yourself as you started walking towards Pentious. He saw that you walked towards him so he started walking towards you two. 'Thats odd whats he holding' you thought for a quick second but dismissed the thought and focused on not freaking out.

When you two met in the middle of the room, you shyly handed him your bear and chocolate and he did the same with a gadget he made for you.

"Wait...you were gonna confess first?" You guys both said at the same time.

"Well, yeah Angel told me you'd never take the first step so I did." You said more confused by the second.

"Angel told me that too but about you." he looked just as confused as u felt.

"Why would he-ohhh" it downed on you, and you started laughing.

"Well, they are better match makers than we were thats for sure." You said smiling at Pentious.

He needed a couple more seconds to catch on but he got it too. You saw the realization on his face as he started chuckling too.

"So, this is for you" you gave it to him and he took it with teary eyes.

"Thank you, so much, I made this for you." He handed you a gun. Not just any gun. A gun that you have described for him months ago and said that you'd love to have one. 'So thats why he was scribbling'. You thought to yourself as you got teary eyed as well and leaped to hug him.

He hugged you back with a huge smile on his face.

"Would it...be ok for me to kisss you?" He asked shyly again.

"It would be more than ok" you answered and started leaning in. You noticed that his kiss was just a bit inexperienced and shy but oh so sweet.

"So...are we?"

"Yes" you answered quietly without missing a beat, the fact that you two were a couple now made you extremely happy.

"Should we thank Angel?" You asked as you two started walking hand in hand to find the others and share the good news.

"Hmmm...no, we should prank them." Answered Pentious smirking.

"ALLRIIIIGHT thats why you're my boyfriend."

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

I actually don't celebrate valentines day all that much but all my oneshotsvare romantic so like💀

[coqvttes]

hi lola !! may i have some raspberry jam ?? keegan + valentine by laufey pls ! doesn't matter if it's nsfw or not !! as long as its fluffy i'm happy (,,o//o,,)

thank u in advance !!! ur the sweetest and ik this is gonna be amazing ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hello, my lovely! thank u for your request, what a beautiful song!? and keegan is so underrated, good choice! x

sfw : gn!reader, fluff, praise, a bit suggestive.

୨୧― “he tells me i'm pretty”

your shy gaze is fixed on the ceiling as you gasp faintly. your vision grows hazy and your hands, nervous as they grip onto his shoulders unsurely. he litters wet kisses all over your the expanse of your neck, the sensation tickles you and you try to stay still. the feeling is foreign, but you like it.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, his breath tickling your skin.

୨୧― “don't know how to respond i tell him that he's pretty too”

“y-you’re pretty, keegan..” the words slip out unexpectedly in the heat of the moment, and you feel that his gentle kisses have stopped. as he pushes himself up to hover above you again.

୨୧― “can i say that? don't have a clue”

your eyes which were once pressed shut from the pleasure are now wide open and heat crawls onto your face as realization hits you. a slight panic settles in your core as you notice him staring at you.

"sorry! i'm- i just, i've never-!" he shushes you with a passionate kiss. your eyes flutter close as you sink into his embrace, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close.

୨୧― “with every passing moment”

"you're so perfect, baby." he whispers, pulling away from you to admire you below him. you smile up bashfully from the praise. you've never been intimate with him and you find yourself searching for the right words to say to him.

୨୧― “i surprise myself”

"i love you," you blurt out and tug him down desperately to press your lips against his. he's stunned by your sudden boldness but he doesn't complain, because he loves it, chuckling when he notices the flush on your face. your gaze darts away from his and he tilts your face gently to look into your eyes once more.

“wish we'd done this sooner, you're cute when you blush.”

[ash5monster01]

hihi, for ur requests could u do 15/20 for steve harrington/joe keery (you can choose which) ? with an emphasis on plus size reader pleaseee

Unexpected Greetings

Valentines Celebration Prompt

Paring: Joe Keery x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: nudity, body image issues, language

20. The last thing you want to do is leave your apartment on Valentine’s Day and see all the happy couples but instead you discover your neighbor across the hall has been locked out with only a towel around his waist.

word count: 1.6k

Masterlist

Being a bigger girl meant never celebrating a Valentine’s day. Normally you were single and if you did have a boyfriend, somehow the relationship never overlapped with the holiday. So the last thing you wanted to do was step outside this apartment and see all the happy couples handing each other red teddy bears and boxes of chocolates. You wanted to love the holiday, oh so desperately, but how could you when you were never the one receiving stuffed bears and chocolates? Instead you went to the store after Valentines and bought all the half off candy for yourself.

So knowing you only had to hold out for one more day of this torture you prepared to open the door to your apartment and find romance on the other side. Instead, you’re met with a bare ass that has you yelping out loud and turning around. The boy jumps and turns, trying to use as much of the small towel around his waist to cover himself.

“God, I’m so so sorry. I just, I got locked out. I figured everyone would be gone at work” he profusely apologizes and you slowly rub at your eyes, now preferring to see all the hearts decorating the streets.

“Yeah, I have the day off. Can I ask how you even got locked out like that?” you question, still refusing to turn around and look at him.

“I was grabbing my mail, the door swung close and apparently I never unlocked it” he said and you can hear the clink of the metal mailbox hung on the wall by his door.

“You needed the mail so desperately you came to get it in a towel?” your voice has a teasing tone and you can hear the boy sigh behind you.

“I just got my script delivered. I was a little excited” he explains, voice defeated and shoulders hung low.

“Is it safe to look?” you ask, tired of staring at your kitchen table as you talk with the boy.

“Everything that can be covered, is covered” he answers and you turn around, met with shaggy hair and a lopsided smile leaned against his door. A striking white towel covering him from his happy trail to just above his knee caps. You’d be lying if the sight of his chest hair didn’t make you want to run your hands through it.

“Well neighbor, let’s get you inside before Miss Johnson down the hallway is also greeted with your bare ass. You can borrow some sweatpants while I call the super” you urge, hand waving him inside and the surprise that crossed his face is an adorable sight to see.

“Thank you, oh my gosh thank you!” he grins, shuffling towards your door and once he’s inside you shut it behind him, avoiding seeing any bareness again at all costs.

“I’ll be right back” you say, going into your room and finding black sweatpants amongst the huge pile in your room. Normally you wouldn’t want a handsome man like that to discover you more than likely wear the same size or possible even bigger than him but you also couldn’t leave him bare naked and alone.

“You’re the best” he says as you return with the sweatpants in hand and all you can do is nod.

“Bathrooms first door on the right, I’ll call Jim. He owes me a favor anyway so it shouldn’t be long” you tell him and he nods, shuffling down the hallway while you pull the phone out of your pocket and find the number.

Jim the super answers after only a few rings and when he hesitates to come right away you remind him exactly why he should come this instant to which he agrees after saying he was only ten or so minutes away from the building. You could handle ten minutes alone with the handsome neighbor, right? Yet you don’t believe you can when he finally returns from the bathroom now clad in your black sweatpants, chest and broad arms on full display with the white towel now hung over his shoulder.

“What’d he say?” the handsome boy asks and you smile and shove your phone in your pocket.

“He’s on his way, should only be about ten minutes. You want coffee or anything?” you ask and he smiles before nodding. You don’t hesitate to move to the machine and start brewing a fresh batch for you two to share.

“I’m Joe by the way” he says, taking a seat at the counter as you free two mugs from the cupboard.

“Nice to meet you Joe, you live here long?” you say after telling him your own name. You ask because to be honest you don’t remember him and based on his looks he is definitely someone you would remember.

“Two months I think, I’m away for work a lot though” he says and you nod, leaning against the counter.

“Explains why we haven’t met. I’m usually pretty good about keeping up to date with newbies around here” you tell him and Joe laughs lightly.

“Well I’m sorry we had to meet like this” he offers and you shake your head, waving a hand at him.

“Don’t worry about it. We used to have a guy that flashed people intentionally. Miss Johnson pressed chargers and he got booted fairly quickly. I just figured your girlfriend locked you out for forgetting Valentine’s day or some shit” you say with a snort and Joe laughs heartily.

“Is that your way of asking if I have a girlfriend?” and a deep blush covers your cheeks because that really wasn’t what you had meant but you’d be lying if you weren’t curious as well.

“No, actually. There’s just not many other reasons for me to find a bare ass in the hallway” you say and now he’s the one blushing, embarrassment filling him completely.

“No girlfriend, just not a very well thought out guy is all” he says and you crack a grin at that. “What about you, on your way to see your boyfriend for Valentine’s huh?”

“No boyfriend and in no mood to celebrate Valentine’s Day” you offer and his eyebrows furrow as he looks at you with curiosity.

“What, get your heart broken on Valentine’s day or something?” he asks, a hand coming up to run through his hair and you chuckle.

“No, try never had a boyfriend on Valentine’s day” you say with the shake of your head, finally moving to fill two cups now that the coffee was done brewing.

“That feels like a lie” he says and you give him a confused look, sliding the fresh mug across the counter and pushing cream and sugar his way.

“No lie here, not many men want to date women like me” you tell him once you’ve done up your coffee the way you like and take a sip.

“Well I find that hard to believe because from my side of things I’m a little disappointed I never realized how gorgeous my neighbor was” his words catch you so off guard your spluttering coffee back into your cup and coughing lightly. He wears a concerned look as you calm yourself down.

“I mean no offense but I don't appreciate flattery if it's not honest" you say, napkin wiping the stray coffee drops on your chin.

"Who says I'm not being honest, I have no reason to lie especially after you just caught me in a very vulnerable state and was kind enough to help me out" and the intensity in his eyes proves that what he is saying holds a truth to them you had never quite experienced before.

"You're serious?" you say, possibly ruining your chances with this attractive man even further but he doesn’t falter one bit.

"You're surprised?" he says with a soft chuckle, a bit bewildered by his neighbor. He had flirted with many girls in a life time but he had never ha one react quite like you.

"Yes, I'm surprised. I'm a big girl, I normally get looked over or in worst cases harassed. I never get told I'm gorgeous" you say with a soft shake of your head and the breathy chuckle that falls from his lips is one of surprise.

'Well then you haven’t quite found the right man yet because you’re gorgeous. In fact I figured I didn’t have a chance after how you found me this morning" the soft blush the boy wears on his cheeks is authentic and suddenly you’re a bumbling idiot unsure of what to say because to be honest you don’t recall a man ever flirting with you.

“You didn’t ruin it, I mean you have a chance. Not that I’m actively looking, but the sight wasn’t terrible. Oh God why did I say that, I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect this, you’re very kind. I’m a-“

“Hey, the doors open” Jim’s voice bellows through the door after a hard knock.

“Thank you Jim” you call back and now the sweet boy is standing from his seat and you’re hoping you haven’t ruined things to far.

“I better get some of my own clothes on. Thank you for saving me. Maybe we could see each other tonight, let me return these sweatpants?” and you’re grinning, more comfortable with him then you ever expected.

“Yeah, I would like that a lot” you say and he smiles, taking one more sip of coffee before heading towards the door.

“I’ll see you” he says with a soft smile before disappearing behind the door completely and you curse yourself for being such a fool. You knew you had to redeem yourself.

So when he stops back later that night in his own grey sweats and black T-shirt you try your best to stay cool. Which seemed to have worked when he kisses you goodbye. Valentine’s day turned out to not be such a bust after all.

[gingerjolover]

bruno baby - naomi mcpherson (muna) x soft!gf/fem!reader

Warnings: RPF, fluffy fluff, smutty talk? but not smut you hornballs, no fundamental physical descriptors except hair that fingers can run through?

g's notes: wow...gingy posting late... who woulda thot.... anyways this is like 4 requests combined (when soft!gf and naomi adopt their pup, fluffy naomi vday, fluffy valentines morning w naomi, and naomi fluff) okay love u all! smut tomorrow! WHO SAID THAT?

also still have to fix all my tags and put my stuff on ao3 but i have some time now bc work hasn't started, once again thank you all for being patient wish i could give all of u a fat kiss on the mouth (consensually)

The sun beams through the sheer curtains, a gentle welcomed breeze entering the room through a cracked window. Naomi wakes up, squinting their eyes, almost confused by their surroundings. You both had only been in the apartment for a few weeks, having finally got settled in between the last tour and the new album recording. They turn over softly, trying not to shake you awake smiling at you laying beside them. The expanse of your bare back calls to Naomi, their lips pressing into the middle between your shoulder blades before putting one hand behind their head, the other absentmindedly stroking your skin in slow, careless patterns.

“Hm?” you hum softly, feeling Naomi’s fingers up and down your back.

“Good morning, sunshine,” they whisper, unable to keep the smile off their face when they wake up next to you. They keep stroking your skin, running their hand from your shoulder down your back, movements soft and gentle, trying to let you wake up gradually. After a while they pause, just resting their hand in the middle of your back, basking in your presence.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you mumble gently, turning over in their arms, your hands gently running over their torso, thumb brushing their scar softly.

Naomi blushes slightly at the touch of your hands over the scar and they sigh happily, leaning over to kiss you softly on the lips. Their gaze is adoring, loving the softness of your skin, the lightness of touch.

“Happy Valentine’s baby,” they respond, voice gentle.

“What time is it?” you squint, leaning over and pushing your face into their neck, kissing it gingerly.

Naomi laughs softly, smiling against your body as they check the time. “10:43,” they reply in a quiet tone, before kissing the top of your head. They nuzzle against you and they sigh contentedly. “I was meant to wake up with a different plan,” they murmur against your skin, speaking so softly you have to press your ear to their mouth to hear. The words are sweet, voice light - even if you can’t hear them clearly, the tone alone tells you enough.

“Oh yeah, what was that?” you ask cheekily, kissing below their ear, hand hovering over your eyes as it’s bright in your room.

“Mmmm…it was a little bit spicier,” they murmur, their voice a little bit huskier than before, a small chuckle accompanying their words. “But maybe for later.” Naomi kisses your temple gently as they continue to hold you, running fingers through your hair and playing with the strands. “Sleep well?”

“You’re such a tease,” you groan, wrapping your arms around their torso, resting your head on their shoulder. “I slept good,” you smile against their skin, kissing their shoulder before you yawn.

“I’m a tease?” they ask playfully, laughing softly as they give you a tiny kiss on your forehead. The words carry a small chuckle and they continue smiling, resting their cheek against you.

“Did you dream of anything?” Naomi asks.

“Mhm,” you shake your head softly “Not that I can remember,” you pout, cheek squished against their shoulder.

“Not even a little bit? Naomi looks at you, their features shifting into a playful, teasing mode. “Not anything at all?” they ask, leaning over and kissing your forehead again. They try to be serious but the amusement is clear in their voice and their expression.

“What are you on about?” you groan. Naomi’s hands move back to your skin, rubbing the expanse of your back, calloused fingers against your smooth skin.

“Mmmm I dunno…just thought you maybe dreamt about me.” Naomi grins, kissing your earlobe softly, their voice still with a hint of humor. Their hands move slowly, touch lingering at all the right places.

“Thought that maybe you missed me, even while in dreamland,” they whisper, voice hushed but clear, a small giggle accompanying their words.

“Do you miss me even while in dreamland?” you ask, leaning up to them, one hand in the middle of their bare chest, nose resting against theirs.

Naomi sighs contentedly when you lean towards them and leans their own head forward. The two of you are face to face now, their fingers pausing to run through your hair. “You know I do.” they reply. “I always do.” Naomi’s voice is soft, gentle, and tender. Their gaze is soft and loving. Their words are a declaration of sorts, one that can only be made after you both decided to move in together, taking your relationship to the next level.

“Hmm… you’re so cheesy,” you giggle, rubbing your nose with Naomi’s.

“Yeah?” Naomi asks excitedly, the expression is playful, teasing, but there’s also a hint of eagerness to their voice. They move their mouth to yours, leaning in to kiss you softly. Their hands move back to your hair, caressing you tenderly.

“I’m cheesy?” they ask teasingly, their voice a little bit breathy after you've released their lips, your kisses having left Naomi breathless. “And I’m the tease?”

You giggle, connecting your lips again. Your hand moves to the back of Naomi’s neck, trying to deepen the kiss, but Naomi stops you, humming and then laughing softly as they pull away, breaking contact with a small smile, clearly amused by your enthusiasm.

“Mmm…someone’s eager aren’t they?” Naomi whispers, before kissing your cheek softly.

“You said you meant to wake me up with something,” you pout. “Are you not in the mood?” you ask, pulling your head back slightly, looking into Naomi's eyes to make sure you're not overstepping.

“Mmm,” Naomi’s voice is soft and gentle, they kiss your forehead again. They pause for a moment as their eyes move downwards for a split second, looking at your lips, then back to your eyes.

“Oh, I’m in the mood,” they reply breathily, voice low and husky, their tone tinged with a playful, teasing note.

“But…?” you ask, knowing there’s a "but" coming.

“But…” Naomi shrugs their shoulders slightly, but they lean down and kiss you, their hand caressing your chin softly, pulling you in. They move their tongue inside to meet yours, the movement slow and deep as if to memorize the way you taste. Naomi's movements are slow and lazy, but calculated, eyes half lidded when they pull away.

“We have plans,” Naomi says, smirking, loving that they can leave you breathless this time.

“You’re such a dick you know that?” you whine.

“Mmm I knowww,” Naomi giggles, sounding incredibly pleased with themselves. They shift to kiss the corner of your mouth, lips pressing small tender kisses to your face.

“Wanna guess what we’re going to do?” Naomi asks in a mischievous tone.

“Wait do you actually have a plan?” you ask face dropping slightly, you both had agreed on a "no gifts" and "chill" valentines day since you both were moving into this new apartment.

“Naomi don’t play around— we agreed,” you say, half-stern.

“Mmm…” Naomi grins slightly, their lips curving up into a tiny smirk as they see how you react. The playful tone remains as they look at you with a teasing expression but their tone softens slightly. Their hands moving down your back, rubbing over you ass softly, resting their hand.

“Baby.” Naomi whispers, voice full of affection. “It’s fine, I promise. I’ve been planning it for a while, I know what we agreed to…but this isn’t a gift.”

“It’s not a gift? Then what is it? An activity?” you ask confused, head cocked to the side slightly.

“Mhm…sure...it's an activity,” Naomi grins, leaning in and giving you a quick kiss before they speak again. “But it’s been planned out beforehand, so…don’t worry, okay?”

Naomi’s tone is reassuring. All the signs point to a fun, enjoyable activity for you both as their hands continue to caress your body, thumbs gently running over your backside in broad circles.

“Just trust me,” they whisper.

“This is— I’m so confused,” you groan softly, Naomi’s hands settling on your ribcage as they laugh lightly.

“Just let go and let yourself enjoy the surprise. I promise everything’s okay.” Naomi whispers, their voice soft, tender, and comforting.

You get the sense from Naomi that it’s a good idea to go with the flow this time, and just let them guide you. It’s been planned before and clearly, Naomi has been looking forward to this. Your body is in safe hands with them. Your heart is beating fast though, with a mix of anticipation and confusion.

You nod gently, leaning back in to kiss Naomi’s cheeks.

“When are we going?” you ask softly. Naomi turns to the clock on their bedside table. “Soon,” Naomi says with a hint of mischief. Their playful tone rings true and they lean in to kiss your forehead. “Just relax, breathe.” Naomi whispers, their hands massaging your waist gently. They kiss your neck softly, you can feel their smirk as their features are obscured from you.

“What do I wear?” you asks softly, moaning gently at Naomi’s sweet kisses to your neck.

Naomi purrs softly and they break contact temporarily. They move their hands lower and press against the small of your back. “Whatever you feel comfortable in, baby. The activity doesn’t really require anything specific. Oh…but it’d be good if it’s something easy to move around in. You don’t want anything too dressy.” Naomi’s tone is still playful but their words are genuine.

“What are you up to?” you ask suspiciously, sitting up in bed, hair messy, eyes puffy as you wipe your face with tiredness.

“Nothing.. just go get ready.” Naomi grins, voice still playful but the tone is still reassuring. They lean back and grab your hips, hands stroking your back and ass in a slow, sensual rhythm. Their gaze is full of adoration and affection.

You huff, kissing Naomi quickly before getting up and stretching, Naomi laying in bed, bare torso exposed with their arms behind their head as they watch you move about the room.

Naomi watches you with a small smile as you stretch and move around the room. The late morning light filters through the curtains, leaving sunbeams on your bed and dresser. They don’t move, just taking in a view as they watch you brush your teeth and wash your face. Their eyes scan your body and they let out a contented sigh.

“You getting up, Nomi?” you ask sweetly from the bathroom.

Naomi grunts in response and props their head up a little bit to see you better, smirking at your bare chest. They yawn briefly as they try to rub their eyes and wake themselves up. They seem to take note of you looking over at their bare torso, smiling softly and rolling their eyes at your question.

“Mhm…just a second. Need to wake myself up too.” they reply in a sleepy, drowsy tone. They let out another huge yawn and stretch their body, letting their limbs hang down over the sides of the bed.

“Want me to start the shower?” you ask softly.

“Please, that would be great.” Naomi replies, groaning slightly and shifting up a little bit, letting you see their entire back as they lean forward as they sit on the side of the bed. They move their eyes over their shoulder to look at you. Their gaze is soft and loving, the expression in their eyes shows affection and adoration as they smile softly, waiting for you to leave for the shower, hearing it turn on.

You smile and wink, heading towards the walk in closet, leaving the bathroom for them to go shower.

Naomi hums softly as you leave. Their gaze trails after you for a beat and they turn away, leaning forward once you’re gone and moving their body up, stretching. They pause for a moment and take in a deep breath. They let it out and then rise up, grabbing their phone off the bedside table next to them.

Music plays from Naomi's phone as you get dressed. Sitting in a simple outfit, criss cross in front of your floor length mirror, doing some basic makeup. When Naomi exits, bare torso damp in a pair of boxers, they smirk lightly, loving watching you do your makeup.

A low whistle leaves Noami's mouth, eyebrows raised softly, an expression of intrigue playing on their features as they push their tongue up to their teeth, eyes scanning you.

“Don’t be weird,” you laugh, tapping your beauty blender into your skin.

Naomi chuckles quietly, standing a little bit behind you. Their eyebrows are still slightly raised and you can almost imagine a small grin on their face, not quite visible from your position and yet still obvious.

“No, but seriously, you look good.” Naomi is still grinning as they move closer, standing above you they speak, their voice low and intimate. Their hands come to rest on your shoulders, squatting so that they can shift your body slightly to wrap their arms around you. Their breath is hot on your neck.

You turn your face and pucker your lips for a kiss, Naomi hums gently as your lips meet.. Their hands stroke your arms tenderly. They press their lips to your ear to whisper. It’s a soft, gentle voice, their tone affectionate and their words playful. “You really do look that good, baby.”

“Go put clothes on you goof,” you breathe out lightly, relishing in Naomi’s affection.

Naomi grunts and shifts slightly, lifting their body back up. They lean down and kiss the top of your head, before standing and patting the top of your head affectionately, walking to the closet to get dressed. You smile at their bare, muscly back as you move to apply some mascara.

Naomi comes out from the wardrobe, fully clothed, admiring your features. The way your eyes look as your applying the mascara, the way your hand is steady and moves with a level of dexterity, mouth slightly agape. As you move they watch you, and the eyes are as affectionate and loving as ever. Their gaze lingers on you, moving over your curves, their knees pushing against your back lightly as a signal to hurry up, a small smile and bright eyes make contact with yours in the mirror.

The doorbell rings, Naomi heads downstairs to intercept the flower delivery and the secret pastries they ordered. And when your both downstairs, kissing between sips of coffee and bites of pastry, Naomi's whispering affectionate sentiments as they pull you into their arms. Four songs later, all considerably fast for how slow you move together, through twirls and dips, Naomi's hands support your body. Confident in how the spin you gracefully, muscles tensing as they dip you lower, the fourth song ending as Naomi playfully holds you in a deep dip, strong hand centered on your back, pressing a searing kiss to your throat.

"Love you," Naomi murmurs, kissing your lips tenderly, hands sliding down to rest in the back pockets of your jeans.

"Love you more," you smile, kissing their chin softly as you stand wrapped in each others arms in the middle of the kitchen.

Naomi smiles at you as they observe you with a hint of amusement, you both share a smile.

“Come on babydoll, let’s get going…” Naomi whispers, their eyes still fixed on yours.

You both grab your belongings, your purse usually the dumping ground for Naomi’s keys and wallet and anything else they bring. You both get in the car, Naomi choosing to drive since they know where to go.

They drive carefully, with one hand on the wheel and the other reaching over to rest on your thigh. Naomi hums with contented affection as they look at you. They pause for a moment and glance at you with a playful tone. Their brows are raised slightly, a small grin plays on their lips as they look at you.

“What’re you looking at?” you tease back gently.

Naomi laughs softly and they glance back to the road. Their voice is slightly teasing as they reply.

“Just enjoying the view. It’s quite nice.” Their voice is low and it has a hint of playfulness to it. They keep driving, glancing at you a few times with that same expression on their face.

“Such a dork,” you giggle softly, hand rubbing their wrist, their thumb moving back forth on your thigh, as you move to lean your head onto their shoulder.

Naomi laughs again and they smile gently in response as they keep driving the car. Their hand moves to hold yours gently as their thumb rubs your palm gently.

It takes an hour to get where you are going, Naomi telling you to close your eyes when you’re about to get close. “Nomi…. what?” you ask, squeezing your eyes tight, one hand covering them.

Naomi chuckles to themselves and they squeeze your hand gently, their eyes flicking back to the road again. Their voice is playful and teasing as they smile, voice low. “Just trust me, babydoll.”

They squeeze your hand softly and you can feel them take a deep breath, slowing the vehicle down and shifting to park. The car comes to a stop, the seat belt clicking off as the sound of the engine dies down slightly.

“I do trust you, you’re just being shady,” you giggle loudly.

Naomi laughs back at you, tone gentle and loving. The air in the vehicle is still as Naomi glances over at you. “I promise, Baby, you’ll enjoy it. Just keep your eyes closed and let me lead you.”

Naomi is all smiles and they look back at you, waiting for your reply.

“Ya’messin with me?” you ask mumbling sweetly, Naomi coming around to the passenger side to open the door for you, putting a hand out to help you out of the car, your eyes still closed.

Naomi chuckles and they nod, “Yeah. I totally am messing with you. But shhhh…I want it to be a surprise. Just let me lead you now.”

They take your hand and guide you out of the car gently. You can sense their amusement as they lead you across the parking lot.

“Are we almost there?” you mumble, laughing softly. A shiver runs through you as Naomi’s hands settle on your hips before opening a door with a bell. There’s an obvious smell, but one you can’t place. There’s also scurrying and barking sounds.

Naomi smiles at your mumbling and laughs softly once more. They whisper into your ear and reply teasingly. “You’re so impatient. Just wait a little more.”

They guide you in and then close the door behind you both. The barking and scurrying noises get louder, their hand is still on you and you can feel them squeeze your hips gently.

“Are we…” you start to ask before Naomi uncovers your eyes gently, your jaw dropped as you stand in the covered entrance to an animal shelter.

“Ta-da!” Naomi exclaims softly as the moment of anticipation you experienced finally comes to an end. You see the shelter and your ears fill with the sound of dogs barking. Naomi holds you closely and their expression is full of affection as they see your shocked reaction. They chuckle softly and they smile softly as their hand rests on your hip.

You squeal gently, turning around and jumping into Naomi’s arms, hugging them tightly.

Naomi laughs softly as your body is in their arms. They hug you tightly, holding you against their strong form. Their voice is genuine, sincere and full of affection as they reply. “See? I told you that you’d love it.”

Their hand caresses your back and their breath is warm as it brushes against your neck.

“We’re getting a cat? A dog? I can’t believe you—“ you say hitting their shoulder lightly, tears of happiness in your eyes.

Naomi chuckles softly as your hand meets their shoulder. Their tone is gentle but a small grin is plastered on their features, they really couldn’t resist the surprise. They’re just so happy to see you so happy. They glance at your tears and their mouth curls up into a small smile as they look at you.

“We’re getting a little furry friend.” they murmur, voice soft and tender.

“Just one?” you ask, with big hopeful eyes, maybe trying to convince Naomi for more than one.

Naomi laughs softly as they see your expression. Their eyes are warm as the affection is clear across their face. They caress your back again and they kiss your head softly as they reply.

“Just one.” they murmur. The way they say it seems to imply that maybe you could convince them for more. They’re still smiling and their voice remains soft and genuine as they look at your hopeful eyes.

“We’ll see about that,” you murmur, sassily leaning into their kiss before turning and walking through the main entrance of the shelter.

Naomi smiles and they squeeze your hand as the two of you walk through the main entrance. The barking gets more intense and your eyes wander around as there are plenty of different animals being cared for and looked after. The shelter is busy and the staff is all working hard, that's clear. Naomi’s hand remains on yours as they glance around the place. They smile sweetly at you. Your eyes are still searching around and you can’t help but notice how adorable the animals all are. You’re already a little overwhelmed.

“There’s not as many animals here as I thought,” you say happily.

“I know you’re doing this for me so I’m not lonely when you're on tour but… dog? cat? both?” you ask, the last word cheekily as your hands run under Naomi’s shirt, rubbing their hips and back gently.

Naomi chuckles as they feel your hands underneath their shirt. They can sense your playful mood and they grin as they reply. “Let’s take a look and see what they have first and then we’ll decide.”

After greeting the staff and looking at some of the animals, one member comes and shows you around, your eyes keep being drawn to a shy pit bull mix, laying in one of the kennels.

“Who’s that?” you ask one of the workers.

The staff member smiles softly, their expression kind as they answer the question.

“That little sweetheart is called Max. He’s a bit shy but he’s very sweet. Just needs the right owner.”

Naomi watches the scene carefully. They seem interested in the pit bull mix as their eyes follow it. They listen closely to the response and they smile softly at the staff member.

“How long has he been here?” you ask sweetly, kneeling down outside the cage. The workers tells you not to expect him to interact much, but Max crawls on his belly, shyly, but towards you, small tail wagging.

The staff member seems surprised at Max’s response to you as he crawls closer. The dog’s movement seems slow and cautious but gentle all the same. The tail wagging is a positive sign and your expression says it all. You look over at Naomi and they’ve been watching closely. Their eyes are locked on yours and Max as he crawls towards you.

“How long?” Naomi asks, pulling the staff member out of their surprise watching Max approach you.

The staff member looks at Naomi before responding, having no problems answering your question.

“We rescued Max six months ago. He was abandoned and abused by his previous owner and the damage was quite severe. But he’s been here long enough to heal properly and now he’s looking for a new home. He’s a very good boy but we haven’t had many people showing interest in him so far. That might change today though…”

“Hi sweetheart,” you whisper gently, sticking a finger through the fence material for him to sniff.

Max stares back at you with his soft, loving gaze. He takes your finger gently and sniffs at it with curiosity in his eyes. You can see as his tail wags a little faster when he catches your scent. The animal's body seems to relax and the staff member chuckles warmly at the sight. Naomi is standing there and they watch the interaction with interest and tenderness.

“Can we go in with him?” you ask the worker softly, feeling attached to him already.

The worker nods their head, their expression full of anticipation. They unlock the cage and they step back, encouraging you to step in with a smile. Max stares at you with affection on his face as he sits there, still as you enter. Naomi still wears that same expression of endearment and they keep their eyes on you, following you inside.

You sit on the floor gently, knees up but open as you wait for max to approach you.

Max's body shifts as he makes his way forward. The little pit bull mix watches you as his tail wags. You can see he wants to approach you but he’s shy and his movement is slow and cautious. He stops to sniff the air for a moment before he walks right up to your knees. Max sniffs at your lap briefly and then he leans his body against yours, letting out a small sigh as he rubs against you.

“Oh that’s a good boy,” you say scratching his ears, looking at him with so much love, tapping his butt gently as you pet him.

Max’s tail wags a little faster as you scratch his ears and tap his butt. He rubs up against your lap more, letting out a contented sigh. He seems more relaxed and the little pit bull mix doesn’t seem so shy anymore. His expression says that he’s enjoying the affection. He leans a little bit more against you as your fingers run through his fur.

“I love him” you say, not even looking up at Naomi.

Naomi smiles as they look at you both and they can’t help but agree. They’re pleased to see how you and Max are getting on so well and their voice is gentle as they respond.

“He is cute," Naomi mumbles, leaning down, letting the chunky dog plop into their lap with an "oof".

Their expression is full of affection and they keep watching intently, feeling genuinely pleased with how the situation is panning out. Max’s tail wags even faster when Naomi calls him cute. He leans even more of his body weight against you both as you pet him.

“How old is he?” you ask.

The staff member seems pleased by your interest and they take a short glance at Max as they reply. They seem impressed you’re taking so much time with the dog.

“He’s about three-ish years old… and he’s not been treated very well so we think he might be good with older kids or a couple with no children. With his story, having some time alone with his family would probably help him a lot at the start… but he’s a wonderful dog. We’ve just been waiting for the right person for him.”

“Naomi…” you say looking up at them, doe-eyes, wanting Naomi to interact with Max too.

“Yes honey?” they reply gently. Their tone is soft and affectionate. Their eyes are still on Max as they respond to you.

“Can we?” you ask sweetly, Max licking your chin as you giggle.

Naomi laughs softly at the sight of Max licking your chin. His little tail wags and he makes little contented sounds as he licks your chin. He seems so happy for the first time in a long time. Naomi is pleased by this and they're still watching the interaction with affection. As they respond they seem a little hesitant and they shift a little back towards you both.

“…we could, if you’re sure, babydoll.”

“Never been more sure about anything,” you say confidently.

“S’right Max… you wanna come home with us?” you ask, noticing he doesn’t really answer to his name.

“Can we change his name? He doesn’t really seem interested in Max,” you ask the staff member.

Max’s tail wags when you ask him to come home with you. It’s a small reaction but it’s clear that he knows what you’re asking. His ears move to you a little as he seems to focus on you, wanting you to make the decision.

The staff member seems to find this little interaction cute and they chuckle softly as they respond.

“You can definitely change his name. It’ll help with his transition to you. It’s not always best for animals when they go by the name their previous owners gave them.”

“Let’s do it,” you say to Naomi excited, as you get up gently, staying close to Max so he doesn’t think you’re leaving him.

Naomi chuckles at your excitement, getting up and following the volunteer to go fill out paperwork while you stay with the dog.

"Babe... what's his name?" Naomi asks, calling over from the counter, clipboard in hand.

“What do you think of Bruno, Nomi?” you ask softly.

Naomi smiles at the suggestion and they seem to think the name is perfect. They shift their body a little to get a better look at you. Their body language seems to signal approval with how they look at you and they nod their head.

“I like it.” they reply softly, their voice is genuine and soft.

Bruno’s little tail wags as he rubs up against your calf and you hear a contented sigh coming from the little pit bull mix. His little look of affection and warmth melts your heart and you laugh softly at the affection Bruno is showing you.

"Me too," you smile softly, looking down at the dog sitting at your feet.

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"Bruno.... hey, bruno, buddy... move it," Naomi grunts softly, trying to push the pitbull's butt out from their ribcage. They sit up softly, looking down at the two of you cuddling, Bruno's eyes opened in the dark room, staring up at Naomi.

"Look dude, I know she's your mama, but she's my woman and you're hogging her," Naomi croaks out. And as if out of spite, Bruno huffs, pushing his nose into your neck, ignoring Naomi.

"You gotta be fucking kidding... you're so lucky you're cute," Naomi groans, laying back down, settling for reaching their arm across Bruno, hand settling on your ass over the covers.

Bruno's nub of a tail thumps, seemingly happy with this arrangement.

"Oh don't get cocky," Naomi mumbles, trying to fall back asleep with minimal contact with you.

sooo... felt like i once again wrote a whole lotta nothin...probs so many errors...

love u < 3

[chvoswxtch]

hi court!!!! I devoured your frank castle fics, you just capture him so fucking perfectly!!! soooo, i’m usually pretty extroverted and outspoken and I feel like I see a lot of frank x shy reader. I was wondering if you were interested in potentially writing this request: frank and a pretty confident and extroverted reader (on the shorter and curvier side bc I’m self indulgent) who maybe feels a bit insecure because of a lack of romantic partners and whatnot and maybe they’re friends and something happens and frank just wants to show her how attractive he really finds her…

maybe this sparks some inspiration? i would love to read it, but either way I am obsessed with anything frank or matt you write!!!

ps: thank u for the follow now we’re moots and i’m so fucking excited!! xxx sending so much love your way

hi angel baby d!!!

first of all, thank you so much for your sweet words. i'm also so fucking excited to be moots now!!! as a short curvy girl myself, I happily self indulged on this with you. thank you so much for the request, angel. I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be spicy or not, so I left it open ended. but if you want a spicy follow up, i'd be more than happy to write it. ;) please enjoy this valentine's treat from me to you, love. ❤️

I know y'all didn't think I was gonna leave out my frankie girlies on valentine's day. everyone say thank you @neverlandcity. ❤️

warning: swearing (bc frankie), mentions of alcohol, & allusions to spiciness. word count: 1.7k

[part two]

pretty.

From the moment he met you, Frank hadn’t been able to shut you up. He always knew exactly what was on your mind because you had no problem speaking it. For someone so small, you sure as hell had the confidence of someone his size, and the attitude to match. He was certain it looked comical every time he had to haul you out of a bar over his shoulder when you tried to pick a fight with some asshole three times your size. Other times though, he just sat back and watched with a grin. After all, sometimes those shitheads earned it.

If there was one person in this entire world Frank was scared to death to piss off, it was you. But, he got lucky in that your patience with him seemed to be limitless. As much as he had tried to keep you at arms length when you two first met, you weren’t having any of that shit, and very quickly had won him over. You very easily became one of his favorite people, and overtime he eventually got used to keeping up with you. 

But tonight, you were quiet. 

Frank couldn’t think of a time since he’d met you that you had ever been quiet. There was the one time you lost your voice from having a cold, but that didn’t stop you from furiously going through two entire notepads in a three day span. He thought he’d enjoy the silence, but honestly he had gotten so used to your voice that it was unnerving not being able to hear it. There was an immense sense of relief he felt once you could talk again, even if you did sound like you smoked forty packs a day for a while. 

You hadn’t said more than ten words since you showed up at Frank’s door thirty minutes ago with a full bottle of tequila that was steadily being depleted. He cocked his head to the side as he studied you, noting the intense look of concentration on your features as you sliced up another lime in perfectly proportionate wedges. 

“Did someone die?”

You immediately paused, whipping your head around to face him as your brows knit together in the center of your forehead in clear confusion.

“What?”

“Just wonderin�� if someone died.”

“Uh…not that I know of?”

“Then what the hell you bein’ so quiet for?”

“What are you talking about?”

Frank leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes slightly as he studied your face.

“You’ve barely said a full goddamn sentence since you walked through that door, and you’re cuttin’ up that lime like you’re performin’ fuckin’ open heart surgery. Not to mention, that bottle was full thirty minutes ago.”

A scoff sounded from your lips as you squeezed the juice of one of the lime wedges into your glass and shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah well, someone is a heavy handed bartender and likes their drinks strong.”

“You’re the one makin’ the drinks, sweetheart.”

Frank arched one of his brows with a smirk as you glared at him. Your lips parted as you went to retort, glancing between both of your glasses and the assembly line that you currently had going. You shook your head as you went back to fixing yourself another drink and flipped him off over your shoulder.

“Shut up.”

Frank rolled his eyes as he rubbed his palms down his face, eyeing you as you sat back down at the table across from him and sipped on your drink.

“Jesus, normally I can’t get you to shut the hell up and now I can’t get ya to talk to me? The hell’s that about?”

He could tell he was testing your patience by the way you narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips in displeased line.

“No one died, Frank.”

“Then what happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

An exasperated groan left your lips as you set your glass on the table with a heavy thud, crossing your arms over your chest as you rolled your eyes.

“I had a shitty date last night and I wanted to drink about it. There. Will you quit being a dick now?”

Frank tensed up at the mention of the word date. 

Who the fuck did you go on a date with? Why didn’t you tell him? Since when were you dating? Wait…did you say-

“That bad?”

Your eyes instantly locked with Frank’s, and the emotion swirling around in them had him softening. You swallowed thickly and put your armor back up, rolling your eyes as you laughed dryly and downed another sip of your drink.

“I’ve had worse.”

As much as Frank didn’t wanna hear about you going on a date with some asshole, he did have a lot of questions.

“He uh…do somethin’?”

The nonchalance he had attempted had clearly failed by the smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“Nothing that warrants you going all “Punisher” on him.”

Frank cocked his head to the side slightly as he stared at you, tensing his jaw as his fingers twitched in his lap.

Anyone even fuckin’ lookin’ at you the wrong way would warrant that.

The smirk on your lips quickly fell when you noticed Frank was seriously considering the validity of your words. You let out a deep exhale as you stared down into your glass, swirling the contents around slowly.

“Just…not his type I guess.”

“The hell’s that s’posed to mean? He say that?”

You held your hand up as Frank sat up a little straighter in his seat, shaking your head as you chuckled dryly to yourself.

“He didn’t have to.”

Frank’s face fell at the dejection in your tone, but he was impossibly confused. There was a layer of scarlet starting to burn on your cheeks, and you prayed Frank would think it was from the tequila and not from the embarrassing truth. 

“I…I’m just…not what he wanted, and that’s fine, you know? I just wish I would’ve stalked his social media before the date, because then I would’ve known better than to go. I mean…all his exes were these like super tall, thin, bombshell supermodel types, and that’s just…not me.”

There was a rage flowing through Frank’s veins that he hadn’t felt in a long time. As much as you were trying to play it off, he knew you were upset. He could see the way your eyes glimmered as you gazed down into your glass. 

“Whatever. He was boring anyway.”

“He sounds like a bitch.”

A loud laugh slipped past your lips as you spit out your drink, covering your mouth as you stared at him incredulously and tried to speak through your giggles.

“God Frankie, tell me how you really feel.”

No one had called him Frankie since Russo, and the first time you had, he froze. He hadn’t expected to like the way it sounded coming from your lips so much. He tried to pretend like it annoyed him every time you called him that, but he secretly loved it. It was something that now belonged only to you. He’d never let anyone else use it.

Frank shook his head as he finished off his own drink, setting the glass down on the table a little harder than he had to as he scoffed.

“Fuckin’ idiot was probably intimidated.”

“Intimidated? Frank, I can’t reach the top of my fridge without a step stool.”

“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout your height, smartass. I meant by you.”

There was an edge to Frank’s voice that stunned you quiet and had your giggles immediately disappearing. He seemed genuinely pissed off about something, and there was a flame flickering dangerously in his eyes. He stared at you quietly for a moment, seemingly trying to gather his thoughts. Shaking his head slowly, a tiny smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re smart, I mean really fuckin’ smart. Sometimes too smart for your own damn good. You’re funny, and you ain’t even gotta try to be. You got the biggest goddamn heart out of anybody I ever met. I know you talk a big game and you’re ‘bout five feet and some change of pure sass, but you give a shit, ya’know? I mean you care ‘bout people, always goin’ out of your way for everyone and shit. I mean hell, you intimidate the shit out of me, and I’m a man. I can only imagine how much you terrified that little boy.”

Your mouth hung open as you processed Frank’s words. There was so much venom in that last sentence alone that you were nearly speechless. 

“I…you’re…contractually obligated to say that.”

“The hell I am.”

“Frank-”

“A boy wants a girl, sweetheart. But a man…a man wants a woman, yeah? And you, darlin’, are all woman.”

You’d be a fucking liar if you said you didn’t find Frank attractive. But you certainly never thought he would ever see you that way. You thought he tolerated you at best considering you practically forced your friendship on him. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol simmering in your veins or his words buzzing in your ears, but there was something about the way he was looking at you right now that had warmth spreading throughout your lower half.

“I do.”

“What?”

Frank chuckled as a wolfish grin spread over his lips, nodding his head in your direction.

“You asked if I thought you were pretty.”

Your eyes doubled in size as your lips parted, blinking a few times to try and clear the drunken haziness that had started to cloud your judgment.

“Oh God…did I say that out loud? I don’t even-wait, what? You…you think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Frank tilted his head to the side slightly as he let his eyes wander shamelessly over your body, clearly pleased with your reaction to his confession. He used his boot to kick his chair away from the table a bit so that he could spread his legs out as he faced you directly. He gently patted his thigh with one of his large hands as he stared at you with a smirk spreading over his mouth.

“Now, why don’t you c’mere and let me show you just how pretty I think you are, sweetheart.”

[zoromuse]

Hello, hope you’re doing well :) May I request prompt 21 for Trafalgar Law? Preferably for f!reader <3

Trafalgar Law + “I can’t hear you, c’mon use your words like a good girl”

cw. f!reader, overstimulation, oral (f!receiving), squirting

wc. 0.4k

a/n. just realized i wrote the same trope/plot for two of these requests so… anyways. happy valentines day and thank u for requesting!!

It’s too much.

His hot tongue, sucking on your clit and lapping up all your juices, eager to drink every drop of your essence. His fingers, tattooed “E” and “A” on his right hand prodding at the same spot that has you moaning for more. It’s all too much.

You’ve already cum twice, your mind close to numbness from all the pleasure, and his mind is closed around the idea of coaxing another orgasm out of you, focusing on repeating all the movements that make you cry out his name the loudest.

“N-no more, please!” you whine, the same hands that had been pushing his head against you earlier were now pulling on his hair to try and get him to stop. “Can’t- fuck!”

“Can’t what? hm?” he asks, teasing you for being so fucked out you can’t even form a proper sentence.

He latches his lips on your clit, sucking and looking up to see you throw your head back in pleasure. You bite your lip back, muffling the moans he’s luring from you.

“I can’t hear you, c’mon use your words like a good girl” he says, though it sounds more like a command.

“Can’t c-cum anymore, please-!” you say, a few tears rolling down your cheeks while you squirm under his hold, his hand on your stomach as he keeps you from moving too much.

“I’m sure you have one more in there, give it to me” he says before going back to messily eating you out, rolling your clit under his tongue as the obscene sounds filling the room. “You’re gonna give it to me, ‘cause you’re such a good girl, right? My good girl?”

It’s a good thing your mind is too foggy to think, too saturated with the pleasure of his tongue and fingers to be embarrassed about the fact he only needs to do a little bit of sweet talking and the knot in your stomach is already snapping for the third time tonight, clenching around his fingers while you unintentionally spray him in the clear liquid of your orgasm.

Once you recover from your orgasm support your weight on your elbows to see the mess you made of his face, you’re sure the darkened gaze in his eyes is in spite of anger, maybe even annoyance. “I’m sorry! Sorry, I’ll get something to clean you u-”

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Lay back down, I wanna see you do that again”.

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the hows of us | heartbreak series (ksm)

pairing: kim seungmin x reader

synopsis: “matalino akong tao pero pagdating sa'yo, ewan ko, natatanga ako." or “i’m smart but when it comes to you, i just—i don’t know—i get so stupid.”

genre: angst, lovers to exes

word count: 2.2k

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a/n: the first installment of heartbreak series! just had like 9 exams this week so it took a little longer for me to finish this but its finally here!! anw hope u guys enjoy and pls reblog/comment ur thoughts. also happy belated valentines!

you hear the front door of your and seungmin’s apartment slam shut, signalling his arrival. the sound of shoes being thrown and a string of curses being followed after causes you to frown. you already know what that meant, another stressful day at work and another night of drinking.

you contemplate whether or not you should get out of bed and comfort your boyfriend, but you already know how it’s going to go. a never ending cycle of screaming, crying, then apologising, promising never to do it again.

still, you get up, albeit hesitant, and softly pry your bedroom door open. once you see seungmin in sight, you cautiously head over to him.

“seungmin…” you softly whisper, watching as your boyfriend attempts to keep his body from swaying back and forth while making his way to you. it proves futile when he topples over, almost knocking over a vase. you manage to catch him just in time, however he was too heavy, so you set him down on your shared couch and headed towards the kitchen.

“i’ll get you water and some soup so you can sober up, is that alright with you?” you don’t expect an answer, and as expected, you only hear a groan and ruffling of the couch before silence engulfs the air again. you pour a glass of water and microwave the leftover soup you had for dinner.

as you wait for the microwave to ding, you think back to all the times you and seungmin had dinner together. those memories seem so far away now. you used to cook each other food and giggle away, not caring if you’d set the house on fire. just as long as you were in each other’s presence, everything was fine. now even just one look from the other would be the most contact you’d both have in days. it’s all meaningless fights and broken promises now.

before you could stray too far from your thoughts, a ding was heard. you quickly pull open the microwave, grabbing the bowl of soup along with the glass of water you had poured.

when you went back to the living room, you see seungmin had already fallen asleep, soft snores escaping his lips as his chest fell up and down. you set down the glass and bowl on the coffee table and slowly sat in front of the couch where you’re now face to face with your once loving boyfriend’s face.

this was the first time in months since you’ve seen such a peaceful look on his face. as you gently move the few stray hairs off his face, you can’t help but let a tear fall down your cheek. you miss him. you miss his warmth, his scent, his smile, his kisses, his everything. you so badly want to go back to those simpler times. you wished things were simpler.

your touch seemed to wake seungmin up, his eyes fluttering open, a tired expression etched across his features. not wanting him to see you crying, you quickly wipe your tears before turning your attention back to your boyfriend.

“hey, i made you some soup. you should eat this first before heading to bed.” you went to grab the food but seungmin stopped you, grabbing your wrist. his grip was firm yet still gentle, not wanting to hurt you, yet unknowingly doing it for the past few months, and your heart warmed despite it.

maybe he’s going to ask you to stay? tell you he misses you? you hope so.

seungmin clears his throat awkwardly. “it’s alright, i already ate with the boys. you can just leave that in the fridge for tomorrow.” to say that you were disappointed was an understatement. he didn’t even utter a thank you, nor would he say he missed you.

you sigh loudly, prompting seungmin to glance at you with a confused look on his face. “what’s wrong? did i say something wrong?”

you scoff inwardly. is he playing dumb or is he really this oblivious? you’re growing frustrated at seungmin’s lack of attention though you try not to let it show.

“it’s nothing.” you avert your eyes away and keep yourself distracted by cleaning up, hoping seungmin doesn’t pry. but you’ve been together for years, he knows when you’re lying, and he definitely knows you’re lying right now.

“come on yn, don’t play dumb. tell me what’s wrong.” it’s like a trigger was pulled from you, because the next thing you know you're stood up, slamming the bowl you were holding back on the table and shouting to seungmin.

“play dumb?” you laugh incredulously. “i’m playing dumb? look who’s talking!”

seungmin is now sitting up, shocked at your sudden outburst. “i just asked you what’s wrong, what did i do?”

running an exasperated hand through your hair, you glare down at seungmin, who has a dejected look on his face. he almost looked like a puppy. however, you were tired of all this bullshit, so you weren’t going to fall for it anymore.

“do you really want to know what’s wrong? fine i’ll tell you. we’re always fighting and i’m getting sick and tired of it! you’ll be coming home at ungodly hours in the night, drunk out of your mind. do you even know the last time we had dinner together? it was six months ago! and every time, i always have to clean up all the mess you make and i don’t even get a simple thank you. then we’ll end up fighting again like we’re doing right now.” you focus on seungmin’s expression, watching as it morphs from frustration to one of something you can't quite decipher. still, you continue. “and what did you do? you did nothing! you didn’t fucking do anything! it feels like i'm the only one doing something in this relationship.”

…silence. all you get is silence. it felt like an eternity. you could feel bile forming down your throat from anxiety.

“if you’re not going to say anything then just forget everything—”

“so you just want attention, right?”

you’re genuinely about to lose your mind. “…are you actually being serious right now? did all of the shit i just said even register in your head?”

“i know i haven’t been around much but work’s been tough lately. look, can we talk about this in the morning? i’m really—” seungmin abruptly stops talking when you suddenly bolt out of the living room and to your shared bedroom.

when seungmin reaches the room, he sees you packing your stuff in a hurry, clothes strewn everywhere with you shoving them down your suitcase. “yn what the fuck are you doing?”

“i’ll be sleeping at minjeong’s for the time being until you get your shit together.”

seungmin is in utter disbelief at the situation that he can’t help the string of words that comes out next. “see this is why i’d rather get drunk than come home early now. you’re always so fucking dramatic, making a big deal out of nothing and leaving when things don’t go your way. hell, why are we even together at this point?”

this halts you from your movements, hands hovering above your suitcase, and seungmin soon realises the sheer gravity of his words. “yn, wait—”

“is that what you want?” you’re voice was barely audible but seungmin still hears it.

“yn no of course not! i love you.”

“do you really?”

“please believe me.” he almost begs and you want to believe him, you really do. but your heart hurts so much. you don’t think you could go a day longer seeing his face, so you choose what you feel is right for you at the moment.

“i don’t think i can anymore.” seungmin’s whole face drops and tears start to well up in his eyes. “n–no don’t say that, you’re just mad at me that’s why you can’t, right? r–right?” his lips quiver, hands shaking as he debated whether or not to approach you. seeing him look so devastated, you want nothing more than to comfort him because although you don’t believe he loves you anymore, you still wholeheartedly love him in spite of it all. but you stand your ground, breaking eye contact, afraid that if you even so much as glance at his eyes you’d immediately fold.

“let’s do it. let’s break up.” you say, thinking you’d feel relieved, but instead you felt even more awful. were you really ready to let go of the years worth of memories with you and seungmin? you don’t know, all you know is that the pain is too unbearable for you to continue this.

seungmin catches you off guard as he suddenly drops to his knees in front of you. you can see his shoulders start to shake as he grabs both your hands in his. “yn please i’ll do anything! i promise i’ll stop drinking and come home early, just please don’t do this.”

“seungmin… i can’t do this anymore. aren’t you tired of this? tired of us?” seungmin shakes his head, but you know he’s lying. you know he’s tired as well, he just doesn’t want to admit it out loud.

“i’m sorry for all the shit i said. none of it was true, i swear! i promise i’ll do better, just give me another chance.”

“i’ve already given you so many chances and you blew them off.” you pry your hands off of his before grabbing your suitcase and heading towards the front door. seungmin follows suit and when you open the door, a splash of rain suddenly touches your face. it was pouring outside, yet you didn’t even notice it.

“yn you’re going to get sick, come back inside!” seungmin shouts over the rain, and you have half a mind to follow his advice, but the more petty side got the best of you. so you walked out of your apartment, immediately getting drenched but you don’t care. you just wanted to get out of here.

“stop being stubborn!” you hear him call your name one more time, voice getting louder before he grabs your wrist, turning you around so you’re now in front of him. his hair and clothes were incredibly wet, sticking to his skin, and despite this, he still looked incredibly handsome. your heart skips a bit, and you curse yourself for getting flustered.

“can’t you at least just go in the morning? i don’t want you to get sick.” seungmin tries to shield you from the rain by hovering his hands over your head, and your eyes start to well up from tears. it’s like a light switch was turned off. one minute he’s being an asshole and the next he goes back to the seungmin you once knew, and you hated it. you hated these mixed signals.

you harshly pull down his hands and seungmin stumbles back a bit, clearly surprised by your actions. “what are you doing? can’t you hear me?”

“i can hear you but i’m not listening to you! i don’t care if i get sick so just leave me alone!” you wipe away the water from your eyes. you’re not sure if it was from the rain or from your cries anymore, maybe both, you don’t know. all you know is that you're making reckless decisions right now and you can’t stop it.

“please just—stop acting stupid right now!” you frown, giving seungmin a glare before running a hand through your wet strands. “do you know why i’m acting stupid right now? well it’s because of you!”

“wha—me?” seungmin points a finger at himself, eyes wide like he can’t believe it himself. “i’m not the one telling you to go outside while there’s a fucking storm going on!”

“yeah but you’re the reason why i even went outside in the first place,” you take a deep breath, calming yourself down before you continue talking. “i’m smart but when it comes to you, i just—i don’t know—i get so stupid.”

seungmin purses his lips, eyebrows pulled downward as he continues to stare at you in all different kinds of emotions. “fine, it’s my fault, everything is my fault and i’m sorry. now can we please go back inside?”

“…how is this sorry different?” you barely whisper, the rain pouring harder as you remain standing there, shoulders dropped in defeat.

“what?” you look at him more firmly this time. “how is this sorry any different from all your other sorrys?”

“i–i don’t know! look can’t we go inside and talk there instead? i can—”

you don’t wait for him to finish as you carry your luggage, not looking back at the man you once loved. you hear him call after you one last time, but you don’t look back.

seungmin wants to go after you, beg you again and again to come back, but he knows you never will, not after tonight. he fucked up. all he can do now, unbeknownst to you, is kneel on the wet ground and sob, clutching his chest. his heart wrenching cries are being muffled from the sounds of the pouring rain, which were reflecting the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling right now. he cries until he has no more tears left to cry.

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could u do boyfriend drabble with ruggie please?☺️

[boyfriend gush/drabble: ruggie bucchi]

cw: none, just fluff !!

a/n: gotta post here since I have some free time and still alive ^^

Before he got a crush and possibly dating the Ramshackle Prefect, Ruggie is the kind of student who balances both work and his education. He is also the kind who is aware of his financial struggles back home and does his best on saving and gathering money. Little to know by anyone, he is self-conscious about his financial instability and living in the scums back at Sunset Savana.

He used to think that he isn't worth himself of finding a mate and a lover due to his poor upbringing.

From afar, he admired you but when he hangs out with you, he playfully teases you. He admired your laughter and your big smile when he does his usual antics. Ruggie also let's you pet and touch his ears to which he really liked it. At first, he's confused on what he felt towards you. Is it love? Infatuation? Admiration? Or if these feelings says otherwise and is considered between the lines of a romantic and platonic relationship??

Ruggie is also confuses whether or not he has a squish or a crush on you and it may took a while for him to realize that he does have romantic feelings for you (thanks to Leona knocking some sense on him 😭).

He doesn't accept the fact that he has a small crush on you, even asking his fellow savanaclaw peers on what's it like to have a crush on someone. Y'know?? Based from their personal experiences from the said students. I can see his crush on you is somewhere between a more obvious but tries to keep it minimal so that he's not blowing his chances on you.

Valentine's Day is the one holiday he becomes very insecure, not because of his lack of money but because he might loose his chance for you to be his and doesn't get expensive gifts like his schoolmates. He still relies on his skill on cooking and handcrafting in order to have something to give to you. As usual for the prefect, you beat him to him because you have him a huge box of donuts and a bouquet of dandelions as his gifts and he'll be forever remember that his crush knew his favorites.

He also remembered what you said that you really love on how simple his gifts are, saying that the amount of money within the gift has no significance other than their love for the student they had a crush on. That's when you started to realize that you just accidentally told Ruggie your feelings for him and proceeded to run away but Ruggie doesn't like it when people started to run away from a conversation.

He grabs your arm, stopping you from your tracks as he pulls you closer towards him. You can see within his eyes the desperation and his yearning for you. He wants you to say it again, fearing on what you just said is just a mere joke on him and possibly left him because of his background. Once you confirmed to him that you returned those feelings of his and accept for who his was, he never felt so happy in his life as he starts to hug you and kisses your forehead affectionately.

Ruggie as a boyfriend is kinda like his self during his crushing stage on you but add there a bit of flirting. He loves the concept of PDA but tries to keep it minimal such as holding hands and kissing your cheek whenever the two of you are in separate classes. The date nights he liked are his motivation to work hard and save up some cash so that the two of you could have your date outside of campus. If he's in a tight budget, then you preferred to stay in his dorm and cook up something delicious.

Overall, Ruggie is the kind of boyfriend who is insecure but tries his best to be the best partner and mate for you. He is also the kind where when the two of you dated for years (if you plan to stay with him), even after graduation, he would save up a ring for you to get married. He will save up so that he will be financially stable to take care of you, his grandma and his future family to raise.

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Glue Song - Jude Bellingham

"I've never known someone like you. Tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue."

Summary: Jude takes the time to remember the tender moments of when he fell for you.

A/N: GIVE IT UP FOR BEABADOOBEE!!! glue song's officially out and im gonna celebrate it by doing what i do best: being delulu :)

i wanted to stay up and wait until glue song was coming out but i fell asleep 💀💀

sorry for the late valentine's special, happy late valentine's day to u guys, thank u for all the support u've given my delulu hour oneshots <33

Now Playing . . . Glue Song by Beabadoobee

Today marks the first year anniversary of your relationship with Jude. Today was a special day, not only for couples but for you, specifically for you. Today marked the day that love binded two people. Today was the day you and Jude spent as a couple, officially. The memory was enough to send butterflies in your stomach and a bashful smile on your face.

Jude invited you for a late night walk in the park. It was silent, there were no cars roaming by, the sky was was but the moon shined brightly, stars scattered everywhere. You mindlessly walked around the park, looking up above and desperately tried counting the stars. Jude trailed behind you, his heartbeat accelerating. His hands started accumulating sweat and his eyes fixed on the ground. Jude wanted to confess to you today. Valentine's day.

You suddenly stopped and Jude's eyes peeled from the ground and looked at you. You turned your back and looked at Jude with a smile. "You okay? You're so silent." you joked. Jude's heart skipped a beat, his eyes slightly widened. "..Sorry." he softly responded. You faced your friend completely, hands in front of you. "What's on your mind?" you asked. "You really do know me, don't you?" Jude chuckled, finally feeling at ease. You smiled. Your eyes were on Jude's eyes, the moonlight bounced off him, his face was highlighted thanks to the moon. Your heartbeat quickened, he was beautiful, ethereal even.

"I just.. want to tell you something." Jude sighed. Your mind began wandering of what he wanted to ask you, possibilities ran through your mind.

You didn't say anything. Your eyes looked at Jude with intent, that alone was an answer.

Jude's eyes met yours, there was a nervous expression on his face. "I like you. More than like.. I think I--" Jude stumbled, his eyes met the ground once more.

You quickly hugged Jude. You hugged him because you knew you felt the same way. Jude was shocked but he gladly hugged back. A smile painted your face. "I take that as a.. yes?" Jude chuckled. "More than you believe." you said, squeezing him tighter.

Life ever since that late night turned for the better.

Don't forget to kiss me or else you'll have to miss me.

Since Jude was a professional footballer, he'd leave the house while you were softly sleeping.

The first time he did this, he almost overslept! His arms were wrapped around you and your arms were wrapped around his, your face faced him and his face faced yours.

His eyes flutter open, immediately being met with your face. He felt a tired smile creep his face, his hand gently touching your hair as he pulled you closer to him. The room was cold but thanks to your body heat he was warm. He placed his chin on top of your head, his eyes closing again.

He then remembered he had practice..

His eyes shot open. He looked at the curtains and the sun was already peeking out. He was gonna be late. He felt a rough sigh escape his lips as he began slowly removing his hands from you. He tried to do it as quiet and nonchalant as possible as to not wake you up.

He wrapped the remaining blanket around you so you would still be warm. His warm feet touched the cold ground and a shiver went through his spine.

When he entered the shower he remembered your soft skin against his, your hair tangled around his fingers, your tired eyes meeting with his, your soft lips on his. He felt his heart skip a beat and his the memory of last night played on repeat, your face imprinted on his brain.

By the time he entered back into the bedroom, dressed and ready he saw you, sat up with a foul expression on your face. He chuckled at the sight. "Jude..?" you groggily mumbled. "Morning, hon." he smiled. "It's so early.. where are you going..?" you asked, rubbing your eyes. "I'm off to practice, bae." he explained, tying his shoes. You grumbled a response, going back underneath the sheets.

Jude quickly took the blankets from your body, sending a cold breeze to your body. Your knees were tight to your chest as he looked at your boyfriend with an expression that said: "What the fuck." Jude giggled. He bent down to you, your nostrils being filled with his gently cologne. He puckered his lips out and planted a kiss on your forehead, hands on your cheeks. You groaned in response which made him laugh even more. He looked at you, face smooshed by his hands, he smiled once more before planting a kiss on your lips. "Asshole." you mumbled out.

"Bye, hon!" he announced.

I guess I'm stuck forever by the glue, oh and you.

Finding the right words to use for this song, I have you in mind so it won't take so long

Until now, he still manages to find himself tongue tied when talking or looking at you. He's so mesmerized by your honey-sweet voice of a part of you facial feature that his tongue is quite literally caught by a cat.

His eyes physically soften when you're rambling, his ears turn red and he's focused on you and you only.

You glanced at your boyfriend, stopping during your rant. His chin rested on his hand as he stared at you mindlessly with the goofiest smile on his face. A smile creeped on your face before bursting into laughter. Jude snapped out of his daydreaming and immediately got flustered.

"You looked so dumb!" you cackled. "I wasn't even looking at you!" your boyfriend protested.

You laughed on an on and eventually he just stopped defending himself knowing that you caught him in the act looking like the most hopeless romantic you've ever seen.

Never thought I'd find you but you're here and so I love you

During harsh nights after a rough game, Jude's always tired and rarely speaks. He keeps to himself after rough games. When this first happened you were concerned-- more than concerned. It was a bit rare to see your boyfriend so silent and zoned out in front of you and you were worried for him.

Jude lays down on the couch and a harsh sigh escapes his lips. He closes his eyes, in hope to forget what happened during the game, to forget the outcome.

You walk in the living room, seeing your boyfriend's things scattered on the floor and a pair of feet hung from your couch. You neared the couch and found your boyfriend with his eyes closed but his eyebrows were knitted, making him look like he was mad despite looking like he was sleeping.

"Jude?" you murmured. Jude's eyes slowly open, his eyebrows finally back to normal. "You okay?" you asked, sitting on the floor. Jude turned to you with a nod, his eyes drooped and his were lips cracked. You felt bad for your boyfriend, both of you know that he can't win every game but this particular game took out everything he had. You connect your soft lips into his cracked ones. Jude was momentarily shocked but quickly kissed back. You pulled away after a few seconds. "There's always another match, don't dwell too much on this one, okay?" you soft voice reassured. He felt himself smile for the first time during the night. "10 more minutes, okay? Then I'll be back to drag your ass to bed." you got up, pinching his ear jokingly.

Jude was thankful that even during these times where he didn't want to talk, you understood him, you spoke to him softly and warmly. He wouldn't want anyone else to be his.

Feb 14. 4:35 pm

Jude was driving around since his practice was done, you were in the passenger's seat, softly sleeping. Jude parks at a local park. You felt your eyes pry open due to the sound of the car suddenly coming to a stop, the aircon slowly vanishing. "Jude? Where are we?" you yawned, unbuckling your seatbelt. "Let's go for a walk, it's boring in the car if you just sleep." Jude joked, getting out of the car. You didn't quite hear what he said because you quite literally just woke up but followed him out the car.

At this point, Jude's already a few feet away from you and you jogged to be level with him. "Where are we?" you grumbled. Jude didn't respond to your question, instead he offered his hand to you. You stared at it for a few seconds before intertwining your fingers with his. His thumb rubs your hand, almost reassuringly. At this point.. you didn't really care where you were walking to, as long as you were hand in hand with your lovely boyfriend.

You looked at the ground, seeing that both you and your boyfriend's shoes were walking rhythmically. Suddenly, you see your boyfriend's shoes disappear. You stop for a moment and your eyes began scanning for him. He was on top of a sidewalk. "Are you just gonna stare at me?" he joked, squeezing your hand. Jude continued walking and you quickly jumped on the sidewalk before continuing your walk with Jude.

Your feet were met with patches of grass, the sound of your shoes crinkling against the grass was a bit comforting to you. Jude let goes of your hand, leaving it warm. You looked for your boyfriend once more and see that he's situated himself on a bench. You followed your boyfriend and sat down beside him, a few inches away from him.

Your eyes wandered around the park and found your eyes pinned on the sky. The clouds were scattered and the sky was painted in yellow, orange and a tinge of red.

"Happy anniversary." your boyfriend suddenly said, slipping in a flower into your fingertips. You felt yourself flinch for a second. Your eyes connected to the flower that was slipped into your hands. It was beautiful. You looked at your boyfriend with a loving smile and a blush on your cheeks.

Jude scooched himself beside you, your arms touched by the contact. "Thank you, for everything." he whispered. With your vacant hand, you reached for his hand and taking in two of his fingers. "You're such a hopeless romantic." you commented, looking at your boyfriend with a cheeky smile. "Only for you." he chuckled, looking at you back with a soft smile. "That night.." you mumbled. You looked in front of you, finally remembering this is where he confessed. Jude rested his head on your shoulder. "To be honest, I don't know what to say." Jude chuckled nervously. "You didn't know what to say that night either." you joked, referring to the night when he confessed. He stumbled on his words as his cheeks were red because of embarrassment, nervousness. "But you liked me back." Jude said, inching near you. "How couldn't I? You looked so cute trying to find your words." you laughed aloud. "Mean." Jude plainly commented, squeezing your hand. Jude's eyes closed, drifting into momentary sleep.

You were thankful for him and he was thankful for you. Everyday was something to look forward to. You woke up everyday knowing that your boyfriend would have his arms all over you. You lived every night knowing that he'd tangle himself into you.

The both of you were stuck to each other, by the glue.

I'm not wrong when I say I've been stuck by the glue. By the glue onto you.

I've been stuck by the glue, right onto you.

I've been stuck by the glue.

I've never known someone like you.

I've never known.

(THIS EXCEEDED 1500 WORDS.. WHY IS THIS SO LONG.. 😧💔💔 anyways 3 POSTS IN A DAY?!??!?!!?!! so slay, u guys are fed for the entire week. At this point, please anybody send a request and you'll have it in 2-3 business days, pinky swear!! ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOYED THIS AND MAKE SURE TO SMASHSHSHSHS THAT LIKE BUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE BANGRS LIKE THSESESEEE!!!)

also if there's any goofy grammatical mistakes, ill prolly fix it in a few hours, i like really need to piss.

[diodellet]

Hihi Lili here, this is the first time I’m requesting something on here/ I'm not used to tumblr very much TT so i’m sorry in advance if I get anything wrong!!

For the valentine’s event would it be okay to ask for 1. w/ Jamil :3 and have she/her pronouns? As for a descriptors the only thing I really have for that is long black hair and warm brown skin if that’s alright :>

Also I just wanted to mention too, I absolutely love your writing especially the way you write Jamil it’s so so so good omg

💌Jamil Viper + Prompt #1 (“It feels… good to be around you.”)

The simple admission catches you both offguard, spills out into the dim silence of Jamil’s bedroom like moonlight.

You look up from your lap to meet his gaze in the mirror. He’s partway through fixing your hair into two braids, with the first completed one resting over your left shoulder. You can faintly detect the lingering fragrance of the hair oil that he applied beforehand. 

“I’m sorry?” Your pulse thrums erratic in your ribcage.

He clears his throat, but it does little to diminish the embarrassment in his voice. “Please forget I said that.” 

“No, no I didn’t mean to—I like being around you too…!” You turn to face him properly but he puts a stop to that action with a free hand planted atop your head, keeping your gaze pointed towards the mirror.

“Let—let me finish first.”

“...okay.” And you keep your head still, your nerves hyperaware of his touch and each gentle tug as he continues the braid.

“I didn’t mean to let that slip out, but I’ve been thinking about…this for a while now.”

Of course, there wasn’t any denying the fact that the two of you were in some kind of relationship, something deeper than friends but not as exclusive as boyfriend and girlfriend. Nevermind marriage, that was completely out of the question. Yet even something as amorphous as soulmates has crossed your mind more than once.

“And I realized that this hasn’t—that I haven’t—been fair to you. Especially if I keep being careless.”

Maybe that was part of the problem, that until this point, the both of you were careful not to disturb what you’d kept unspoken. That you merely followed his lead, folding yourself neatly along the boundaries that guided his life. That you left yourselves susceptible to moments of sudden openness.

“So you don’t have to keep playing along, I’ll understand.”

With a final twist of the hair band, his fingertips brush against your shoulders before pulling away.

Before he moves out of reach, your hand closes around his. “Jamil. ”

His expression is one of practiced calmness, but there’s a tinge of vulnerability in his irises that tears at you. “Yes?”

“Never put words into my mouth again.” And you grab him by the front of his shirt to pull him in for a kiss to punctuate that statement. If he got the wrong idea from that, well.

a/n: aaaaa ur too kind lili 🤧💕💕don't worry, ur doing absolutely gucci!! (belated) happy valentines!! thanks for sending in a request ahahahaha i think i got a little bit carried away with this one oops, either way i hope u enjoyed reading this💕💕

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

IRS ME AGAIN WOOOOOOO could i REQUEST UH..

cod male characters X male reader and male reader actually draws them and writes confession letters but a the spiders would think male reader is an embarrassment for writing confessions instead of saying it and tears the drawings and handmade cards that were meant to be given the the COD characters and they saw male reader picking up the bits of pieces while silently crying and mabye seeing male reader trying to patch the art work but gets cuts while handling sharp objects (like you know how tape and the sharp edge to cut the tape off)

(BTW UH.. did u get my other request 😰) LOVE YOU !!! HAPPY VALENTINES XOXOXOXOOXOXOXO LOVE YOUR WRITING VERY MUCH!!!

[A/n:Happy late Valentine's Day 🥰. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:You draw them and make them handmade letters, but feel like they'd think of you as an embarrassment so you tear up the drawings and cards

Type:Hcs:Price X M!Reader: Gaz X M!Reader: Alejandro X M!Reader: Ghost X M!Reader: Rudy X M!Reader: Graves X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

Gaz

He would never think of you as an embarrament

So when he finds out why there's a butch of ripped up pieces of paper

He might cry, he's justs so happy

He'll make sure you know how happy your little act made him

And he'll definitely batch you up

Price

He keeps all the art work and notes he gets like a teacher, he'll hang them up in his office

So when he sees the handmade note and drawing he'll smile and look at you

Than he'll notice your bleeding hand

Now that's his priority, to get you batched up m

But he'll definitely tape up the drawing and note before hanging it up in his office

Rodolfo

He loves you, even if you don't know yet, he loves everything you give him

So if he finds out you made him something he'll rush to find you

That's how he found you crying and trying to get all the pieces together with a bloody hand

He'll panic and instantly help you

Before he mentioned the art he'd make sure your hand is alright

Ghost

He has a box that he puts letters, notes, drawings, any paper gift he gets. He puts it in that box under his bed

When he feels down he'll read through them all

He heard you crying, so he quickly rushed over

Finding you collecting paper with a bloodly hand he'll drag you away and tell you to go clean up your hand

When you come back you'll see him holding the taped up art and note with a soft smile

Graves

He would be to busy with work to ever feel like your an embarrassment, he's the commander, he has nothing to be embarrassed of

So hearing you tell him why your crying with a bloodly hand, he'd feel bad

He'd definitely explain how he would never be embarrassed of you

He'd keep all the drawing and notes you give him in his office

In full display

Alejandro

He's kinda like Graves

He'd never he embarrassed, and would definitely love everything you give him

But once he finds out how you cut your hand, your now only allowed to use roles of tape

And he'd put the drawings and notes at his house, away from all the military stuff

Just in case, he doesn't want anything to happen to it

[A/n:I just kinda speed through all my drafts 😅. I hope you enjoyed]

[wendyslegalwife]

HAPPY VALENTINES!!!! could you write a fluffy wendy fic where reader just spoils her in cute gifts?? i love your works!

Wendyxfemdreader

Genre:fluff

Warnings: none

Tysm anonie!! I'm so happy you love my works🥹🩵🩵

★ Eversince you and wendy had been engaged you couldn't shake off your habit of buying her tons of gifts, even she had to find ways to store her things because all of those were from you and she couldn't even store them properly as they were a lot.

It was finally christmas once again and you had decided to give her nothing else but gifts and love, walking into the giant mall going from stall to stall just to get her anything she would love and deserve, you always had to force her friends irene, seulgi, joy, and yeri just to help you with buying for wendy.

Even they were always having fun since you had always gave them something in return as an appreciation for the they have gave to you, as for the last and final shop you and the girls had decided to purchase a full collection of designer bags from chanel, louis vitton, and all the high end brands you could think of.

This was only a little amount for you, it only seemed like cute little presents that were just nothing but a spare change in your wallet, but to her it was more than that she felt like you only prioritized giving her gifts instead of giving her actual affection.

So this time you really took priority on focusing more on giving cuddles and kisses rather than just spoiling her with lots of luxurious gifts she wouldn't even dare to use because it has a sentimental value towards her.

"Thank you ladies, I appreciate the help once again, I have to go now I hope you ladies enjoy your gifts." All the girls nodded happily, joy smiled widely, "Thank you y/n! Happy holidays," they waved their goodbyes and went about their days, you waved back and got out of the mall as you drove back home.

You opened the door seeing wendy watching tv as she is laying down on the couch, she turned her head, her eyes widening in happiness as she immediately ran to hug you tight, the small girl embracing your stoic figure.

"baby I missrd you! Where have you been all day.. you didn't respond to all my calls and text-" you shushed her with your finger, "hush my darling, do not worry for I have been out with your friends for some shopping." Wendy frowned, "did you go shopping without me?" "Yes but please sit down dear I have much to show you."

You both sat down with a smile painted both on your faces, you carried a humongous box infront of her and let her open the box, as she was unwrapping the box barely reaching the top as her small figure was struggling to reach, you lifted her up making it easier for her.

She gasped in awe and excitement as there was many wrapped boxes of gifts stacked and labeled each, you let her relax as you took out all of the gifts she watched patiently, "Why so much baby? you know that I already have three rooms filled with so much presents from you" "anything for my princess, and besides gifts is the one of the things I will be giving you." "Those that mean I'm getting something else other than just materials?"

You smiled, scooping her into your arms not wasting a single second into taking her in your bedroom laying her down ever so lightly, she smiled pecking your lips which you gave back in return. "My princess let's spend this special holiday with love and joy."

And so you attacked her... With lots of smooches! All over her face and neck which made the small girl giggle in joy feeling ticklish of your lips, "Hehe oh my baby so much kisses! It tickles!!" She giggled out loud like a kid healing her inner childhood, she didn't receive much attention back when she was just a child since her parents had to work hard just to keep a roof over their heads.

"I know I've been very materialistic towards you instead of being affectionate, I'm very disappointed in myself that's why let's keep it nice and simple this year.." Wendy held your face as she looked deep into your eyes, "even if you've given me so much already?" She jokingly said which made you laugh.

Enjoying this warm special moment of embracing each other warmly, seizing the moment filled with warmth and happiness. Wendy nuzzled close up against the crook of your neck humming a beautiful melody.

"anything else you'd like to do this Christmas my princess? more hugs? Cuddles? Smooches? You name it my love." "How about a kiss?" You nodded with a smile pulling her in for a kiss, the kiss turning into something more as the night comes.

-wendyslegalwife🩵🩵