#or the same mr park ☺️

[locomoqo]

Please could we get the fluff prompt of buttoning their jacket for gun please☺️

જ⁀➴ GUN PARK (prompt: zipping or buttoning their jacket for them)

જ⁀➴ prompt list here!

The wind whipped through the street, biting at your skin as you both walked side by side. Gun, as usual, didn’t seem to care much for the cold. He was dressed in his usual sharp attire, but you couldn’t help but notice that his coat was hanging slightly open, as if he didn’t even bother to button it up properly before heading out.

You sighed, shaking your head. “You’re going to catch a cold.”

He barely glanced your way, brushing it off like it wasn’t even a concern. “I’m fine.”

“Wait,” you say, stopping him mid-step. He raises an eyebrow, curiosity flashing in his eyes as he watches you move closer. You buttoned up his coat, making sure each button was placed right.

Gun stood there, silent, watching you with that same unreadable expression he always wore. But there was something different in his gaze this time—something softer, almost curious, like he was trying to figure out why you cared so much.

When you finished, you gave the lapels a quick pat for good measure, your fingers brushing against the smooth material. “There,” you said, looking up at him with a satisfied smile. “All set.”

“Hm,” is all he says, a sound that could mean anything, but the way he doesn’t step back right away—letting you linger just a moment longer—tells you he appreciates it, even if he won’t admit it. “Thanks,” he finally mutters, voice low, as he looks down at you, his eyes lingering on your face. 

You just smile up at him, satisfied to see a hint of softness in his usually stoic features. “It’s no big deal,” you say with a shrug, but the way he watches you, as if you’ve done something far more important than buttoning up his jacket, makes you feel like maybe it was a big deal—at least to him.

and now the other way around!

Gun stood beside you as you fumbled with the buttons on your coat, your fingers a little clumsy in the cold. He watched you quietly, and you couldn’t help but remember the first time you’d done this for him—a moment of unexpected closeness when you buttoned up his jacket.

Now, without a word, he steps closer, his gaze softening in that subtle way only you could notice. “You’re taking too long,” he mutters, but there’s no bite to his words. Before you can react, his hands are already at your collar, his fingers deftly start fastening the buttons, one by one.

His movements are precise and careful, his face so close to yours that you can see the rare warmth in his usually sharp eyes. There’s a sense of familiarity in the way he buttons up your coat, almost like he’s mirroring the moment when you had done the same for him not too long ago. You bite back a smile, feeling a soft warmth spread through you despite the cold.

“You could’ve asked,” you tease, your breath visible in the chilly air. He raises a brow but doesn’t respond, his focus entirely on getting each button just right. When he finishes, his hands linger for a second longer than necessary, brushing against the fabric before he finally pulls back.

“It was crooked,” he says gruffly, as if that’s the only reason he bothered. You can tell he’s trying to downplay the gesture, but the way he adjusts the collar of your coat one last time, making sure you're properly bundled up, tells you otherwise.

“Thanks, mr. perfectionist,” you reply softly, your tone teasing but warm. He huffs, rolling his eyes, but you catch the slight upturn of his lips—a barely-there smile that’s for your eyes only.

a/n: tbh my stupid ass just didnt understand the ask so i did it from both perspectives #worksmartnothard

[bignostalgias]

Thank you for the tag, @nninoxasaur! ☺️✨(oh my god trollhunters! I loved that show to bits when it first came out)

People You’d Like to Know Better Tag Game

Last song: The Way Back Home, Aisha Badru

You and I are both the same / That’s how I know it’ll go this way / There’s a world out there and it’ll come calling / And I won’t ask for you to stay

Currently watching: D20’s The Unsleeping City is fantastic, and WWDITS every Friday of course. *Points at Lazlo Cravensworth* that’s my sweet cheese, my good time boy

Currently reading: The Ill-Made Knight by TH White, whom I have beef with. Mr White we have an appointment at 3 am in a Medieval Times parking lot. Bring your coffin with you so I can lay you to rest a second time. Picked up the first Witch Hat Atelier from the library too, so I plan to read that soon!

Current obsession: I’m still very much hijack-brained, but I can feel my crochet addiction from last winter sinking it’s claws into me - I found a toothless plushie pattern and started it todayyy

*Tossing this tag game behind me like a wedding bouquet* here you go!! Whoever wants to participate pls do!

(@sboochi @spacenintendogs @midoristeashop @seafoamdew @santathegrey @hijacksecrets if you would like to!)

[baekhvuns]

god damn it in the last part the way SEONGHWA PLEADED TO HAVE HER BACK PLEASE MY HEART KEPT CLUTCHING IN CLASS BECAUSE OF THE PAIN AIDNSOOS

and when he cried. and waited for her and didnt let her go 🥹🥹🥹

BUT ALSO HER STERN GIRLBOSS ATTITUDE I WAS LIVING FOR IT !!!

and when the kids got born 🥹🥹🥹 AND THEIR DAUGHTER CALLED HWA HA 😍😍😍😍😍

i absolutely love kids and… this… did something to me

youre so talented and the way youre writing and… woowowowowow an honour to talk to you fr

hand in friendship now 😖

seonghwa suffering >>> the y/n suffering??? never 🤚🏻 it’ll always be his fault on this blog <3 that y/n was my absolute favourite bc of her attitude!

AAAAAAA if u like kids you’d really like reading memoir bc it’s centred around a kid and mr mafia yunho & you’d like mr and mrs park, a kid, the same yn attitude, mafia enemies to lovers ☺️☺️ selflessly promoting 🫡🫡

omg no pls kfbwk thank you so much for reading and enjoying it!!!! miss ma’am i thought it began ever since we talked about f1 🫡

[cinebration]

She Vexes (Alfie Solomons x Reader) [Request]

Ohhh I would love a Alfie Solomons being flustered around the girl he fancy's and Ollie finding it very amusing. He doesn't know what is wrong with himself. He can't bring himself to let her know he likes her but he gets there in the end ☺️💞—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

Gif Source: thesoldiersminute

Alfie did not mumble as a rule. That is, he mumbled when it served it, when it forced his audience to lean in to hear him or to lose their way among his meandering words—all, you understand, carefully coordinated tactics designed for whatever purpose Alfie required.

He did not mumble because he didn’t know what to say. Alfie always knew what to say.

It came as a shock to him, then, when he found himself unable to form the coherent incoherent sentences he was known for when in your presence.

“She’s a witch,” he groused one late evening, sitting at his desk without seeing any of the papers spread out before him.

Ollie glanced up at him. “Who is?”

“The woman.”

“The woman?” Ollie frowned. “Is this like that Sherlock Holmes story?”

Alfie lifted his gaze to his subordinate. “Honestly, boy, if you don’t have anything worthwhile to contribute, do not open your fuckin’ mouth.”

Ollie for once returned the stare and did not flinch away. “The woman in the story was perhaps the only woman who could vex Sherlock Holmes. Are you saying the woman you’re talking about isn’t the same?”

Alfie glared at him. Leave it to the wet-eared child to actually have a point. “I am not vexed.”

“You called her a witch.”

“That does not mean vexed.”

“No, sir, I suppose it means hexed.”

Alfie rocked back in his chair, fixing Ollie with an even fiercer stare, his brow creasing heavily. The boy had yet another point, but Alfie did not feel as though it merited easy acknowledgement or even an earned acquiescence to it. Instead, he stroked his beard, trying to avoid he implication of Ollie’s words.

“A hex to tie the tongue,” he said instead. “How else to explain my muteness?”

“I suppose—”

“That wasn’t a question for you to answer, was it?”

Ollie fell silent, a faint smile playing on his lips. Alfie wanted to tear it off the young man’s face, but to do so would only prove the boy’s point.

Damn him that he could see the truth plainer than Alfie.

“I suppose I’ll be needing some of the Shelby’s magic, yeah? To get rid of this hex?”

“Or,” Ollie suggested quietly, carefully, “you could ask her what’s tripping up your tongue.”

Alfie glared at him. “And what would that be?”

The young man shrugged. “What do men want from women?”

~~

You served as a typist for Alfie’s financial advisor. The man did not make it publicly known that he employed one, but he couldn’t be expected to know everything all at once. It had been a few weeks since you had begun working for his advisor, and since first meeting you, Alfie had been making his appearance at the offices more frequent.

That evening, however, he loitered out in the street to wait for you to finish working for the day. He did not wish for his advisor to overhear him when he approached you.

Shortly before six, you stepped out of the double doors and entered the street.

Alfie detached himself from the car parked on the curb and hailed you down with a “Miss” and a gesture with his cane.

You frowned, surprised to see him, but approached him nevertheless, a perplexed smile pulling on the corners of your mouth. “Good evening, Mr. Solomons.”

“Outside the office, you can call me Alfie, yeah?”

Stifling an awkward chuff, you nodded. “Certainly. What can I do for you?”

Alfie cleared his throat and glanced up and down the busy avenue. He wasn’t much known in this neighborhood, aside from being a client of the financial advisor. His reputation had not yet reached this part of the city, and for that he was grateful. Few of the people passing by spared him a second glance. Rumor, therefore, would not yet make its way through the city.

“See, I’ve not done this in a long while,” he began, not quite looking at you. “Maybe I’ve never done, I can’t dredge it up out of my memories, yeah? Unreliable thing, that is, memory. How often do we remember the things we really want to remember? Not as often as we’d like.”

You stared at him. Risking a glance at you, Alfie wasn’t sure it was because you were captivated.

Clearing his throat again, he continue, “You’re vexing, yeah? I’d call you a witch, but I don’t much think you’d appreciate that, but the fact remains, love, that you’ve either gone and cursed me or hexed me or laid some unholy thing about me to ensnare me.”

One eyebrow arched high on your forehead.

“Now, I’m not one to turn away from danger, right? If I aim to be a danger, I must confront it in all forms. Otherwise I am no better than some young prat running around on these filthy streets, yeah? And you, love, are dangerous, and I won’t lie if I don’t say that I don’t find it an interesting challenge.”

The second eyebrow followed the first.

“Right, what I’m trying to say, yeah, is that if I’m a man who walks with danger, then I can’t go avoiding it when it comes. So if I am even slightly afraid, then I have to meet it directly. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Alfie lifted his attention to your gaze. Amusement danced in your pupils, the faint smile still on your lips despite the arched eyebrows. “Are you asking me to dinner and dancing?”

Alfie stared at you. “Did I say dinner and dancing?”

“No, but that’s what I’m asking.”

A laugh nearly tore from his throat. “Mercenary.”

“You did say I was dangerous.”

“I did, yeah.”

“Are you free this evening?”

Alfie shifted on his feet, unsure when the reins had been passed into your hands. He nodded nevertheless, trying not to let his tongue trip him up again.

“Then I would be happy to join you for dinner.”

“And dancing?”

“And dancing.”

[darling-i-read-it]

Room 3

Norman Bates x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k 

Warnings: jealousy, talks of normans crimes, allusion to smut

Author’s Note: thank you so much for working with me love and i hope you like what i eventually came up with !!!

Requested: by anon, so i was gonna request young norman but after watching psycho 2 i need some dilfy norman in my life (i know norman isn’t a dad but anthony was when they filmed it so 🤫) so psycho 2!norman x reader so basically let’s say there was more time between norman getting out and him going to the diner so reader and norman met in that time and became a thing and then when he starts working at the diner reader gets jealous of mary and starts giving more pda and stuff in front of mary and norman confronts her when they get home which leads to basically norman proving she has nothing to worry about lol (i took the smut out for you lol they can just make out ☺️)

Summary: the request 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif) (sir hand in marriage? HAND IN MARRIAGE?)

Norman was becoming increasingly more grateful that it was you that took the motel when he left. He had been worried about that when he came to. The thought had hit him as he left. Someone else would be living in his home. Someone else would be taking care of his beloved motel, the one had put all his hard work into. What would they change? Who would they let stay? 

It was among his worries when he arrived back home. He was dropped off and left rather quickly. The sun was setting over the horizon and he was already alone in this looming home, the one that had started everything that went wrong in his head. 

Instead of going up to the house first he decided to see the rooms. There were two cars parked out front. He carefully opened up the office door, the bell ringing above his head. The scent was slightly different than he remembered it. It was more flowery than he recalled, a tinge less stale. He cleared his throat, looking at the line of keys on the wall. Only one was missing. 

“Hi! Hi sorry!” a voice called from the backroom. He could see through the door that you had left all his birds up. Everything seemed unchanged from the view he was able to see. You emerged from the backroom, carrying a rag and cleaner. “Just trying to tidy up back there. Can I get you a room?” 

Norman was slightly startled that you asked. That was his line. 

“No um.” He mustered a smile, prepared for the horrified look you would give him when he spoke. “I’m Norman Bates. The owner.” Your eyes went wide. 

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry! I didn’t know you were coming today! They don’t really communicate super well with me,” you admitted. “I’m Y/N. I’ve been watching the motel while you’ve been gone. I can give you a rundown of everything if you would like? It’s nice to finally meet you.” You put down the rag on the front table.

He cleared his throat and nodded, smile widening. 

“That would be great.” 

“Right this way Mr. Bates.” You walked past him, walking past the doors to the second room. 

“Norman.” 

“Well right this way Norman. There’s someone staying in room one right now! I tried not to change that much, I didn’t think it was my place.” You opened up the second room with your key. “I did get a master key, just in case. I had someone lose their room key and we had to climb through the window,” you explained with light laughter. He followed you into the room. 

It looked the same. The same blinds, the same bedsheets, the same lamps. Everything was just like he had left it. His heart swelled and he thought he might cry. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly. You smiled and nodded. 

“Of course. Thanks for letting me stay! I enjoyed my time here. You have a wonderful place. I was staying in your room up at the house, I hope you don’t mind. I cleaned things out. They trashed the place when you left,” you admitted. “I just need to grab my things and I’ll be out of your hair.”

You stood idly, looking down at the master key in your hand. You would miss this place a lot. You had been here for about ten years, taking over for the horrendous person who owned the place before you. You had gotten used to the creaks and movements. You would miss your bed. 

“You don’t have to leave right now,” Norman said suddenly. “I just mean..you’ve taken care of the place in my absence. I don’t feel right kicking you out.” Your eyes went wide.

“Are you sure? I mean, I can find somewhere else to stay and maybe come by to help you get settled but I really don’t wanna intrude.”

“You’d be doing me a bigger favor than anything I could do for you. I don’t think I’m quite ready to be up there on my own,” he admitted. You took a deep breath. Norman seemed effectively harmless. He had been cured, as much as anyone could tell. He had a safe presence to him that didn’t worry you. 

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. And you’re welcome to leave whenever you want.” You smiled a bit. You got to stay! 

“I mean, if you say so. I would love to. Truly.” 

He breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Can you show me up to the house then? We can get everything situated!”

-

You had planned to leave within the month but Norman and you had gotten to be such good friends that you stayed longer. Around the three week mark you realized you could barely remember how you coped without him to help you out around the motel. At three weeks and a day he kissed you. 

You were now a pleasant, happy indefinite manager at the Bates Motel. 

“You don’t have to get a job out there,” you said, sitting on the front desk. You had a book open on your lap that you were halfheartedly reading. That was one of the only things Norman had found you changed. You had brought droves of new books into the house and placed them where they could fit. 

“It’s part of my rehabilitation process,” Norman explained. He was folding some sheets. “I have to get a job that isn’t just here.” You pursed your lips. “I was supposed to get it immediately but they allowed me to stay here and get readjusted as long as you stayed around.” “Is that why you invited me to stay?” you teased. 

“Of course now.” He flushed, shaking his head. “I did it because I desperately needed kind company.” You slid off the table, bookmarking your book. You kissed his cheek.

“Well then I guess I’ll do a little more around here. I’ll be lonely though.”

“You fared just fine before I came back.”

“But now I’m used to you. You’re my crutch Norman.” You walked into the backroom, your voice fading as you walked further away. 

“I’m your crutch? A reminder that I was in prison?” 

You had gotten him to speak a bit more about his experience. He could not mention his mother and not go into an idle panicked state. 

“That was so long ago,” you muttered, walking back to him. “Well, have fun flipping burgers than Norman. I will be here when you get back.”

-

Norman wasn’t sure what you would think about Mary coming back with him. He was just trying to help; she looked like she was in a really bad situation. It was pouring down rain and she had no ride to get home and she was fighting with her boyfriend. He just hoped you would understand. 

Norman was late. You kept checking the clock on the wall, wondering if he had gotten caught up at work or was dead in a ditch because of this storm. You stood in the office, checking at every single headlight that passed the motel. You had a blanket around your shoulders that you held tightly to your chest. You couldn’t bring yourself to close the door, just in case. 

You heard Norman’s car before you saw it. It clanked and shifted to a stop just outside the office. You opened up the door, breathing a sigh of relief as he got out of the driver's seat. 

“You’re late,” you exclaimed. “I was worried.” 

You almost jumped when you saw the passenger door open. You watched as a young woman exited, wearing Norman’s jacket. She looked soaked to the bone. Your initial reaction was insecurity. She was younger than you. Why was she here, with Norman? It was unrealistic but that was the first thought. 

“I’m sorry,” Norman said, walking under the overhang beside you. “This is Mary, she’s a waitress at the diner. She didn’t have a place to stay for the night.” You nodded. 

“Well she came to the right place. We have 10 vacancies.” She nodded, joining the two of you under the overhang. 

“Mary this is Y/N,” he said. You gave her a small smile, swallowing your pride. 

“Nice to meet you. Are you the manager?”

“Yes,” you explained. “I’m Norman’s girlfriend,” you couldn’t stop yourself from saying. He flushed. He hated when you were outright like that but he took some sort of pride in it as well. “Would you like room 3?” 

She nodded, shivering. You grabbed the key and handed it to her. 

“I’ll take you down. Norman you can dry off at the house.” He hesitated but eventually nodded. 

“See you in the morning Mary.” She nodded at him and followed you down to the room. You opened it up for her. 

“There’s towels and a robe in the bathroom, along with all the pleasantries. THe closest food we have is the diner but if you get hungry we have things up at the house. Just knock,” you offered. She nodded, smiling gently. 

“Thank you.” You nodded. She should thank Norman, you thought but didn’t say anything more. 

“Goodnight.”

You walked back up to the house, letting yourself get wet in the rain. For some reason you felt like you deserved it. The blanket you had wrapped around you soaked through. Norman was waiting in the kitchen. 

“Are you alright?” he asked immediately before you could even say hello. 

“Yes,” you said but you knew you were lying so you spoke again, “Did you…do you like Mary?” He shook his head quickly, already having his genuine defense lined up. 

“No. I was worried you would think that.” He walked up to you, putting his hands on your upper arms. “She just needed help and I wanted to give it. I feel like I have so much penance to give that I couldn’t just leave her,” he said quietly. He looked up at him. “You're drenched.” 

“I took my time walking up,” you admitted. Norman took the blanket off you gingerly and then hugged you. The rain was soaking through his shirt but he didn’t seem to care. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

He dipped his head and in a rare act of confidence, kissed you. He knew that you loved him enough to be jealous, to be unsure. Your lips molded against his. He longed to take off the two of yours wet clothes.

[userkhael]

late night run

Summary: Your late night grocery run turns into something a lot more interesting.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warning: RPF, bit of smut, FLUFF

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: I wonder how would you react if Henry is in the same grocery as you are? Not beta'd. I suffer for my mistakes ☺️

You had the most terrible day. Emphasis on terrible when your car got towed, your boss is being a bitch to you, your laptop just chose to not work out of all days of the fucking week when you have a report to hand over tomorrow. You want to scream your lungs out but that'll do nothing good. Bouts of sweat is forming on your forehead and you must look undeniably red right now with all the rage.

You ran to the pantry hoping to find your comfort food just waiting for you to eat it but no. No, this day just keeps on getting worse.

As pissed as you are, you pick up your keys, climb in and start your car. Hoping this late night grocery run could calm your nerves.

Once you parked your car, you made a beeline to the cereal isle, scouring every box for you find your sweet comfort food. Until one single box comes into view, the last one with your favorite flavor. Strawberry pop tarts.

The grin on your face fades away when you noticed a huge, calloused hand on the same box. You look up and he's also looking at your hand on the same box, his suit doesn't even fit this environment, and by the looks of him, he can buy a cargo of pop tarts if he wants. You don't even know why would he want your last box of pop tarts and why his hand is still on it.

"I touched it first." You said, eyeing him up and down. You don't get intimidated that often and this time is no different but his sharp stare almost made your knees buckle.

He chuckles softly and you can hear the hum of his voice so deep you can hear it rumbling. You didn't let go of your sanity food, not even at Mr. Gorgeous Face and Body right here.

"Miss, just please let me have this." He whines and pouts thinking he could get you with that. You roll your eyes and scoffs.

"You know what, Sir? If your girlfriend or wife is craving pop tarts, you can have your people get it for you. This. Is. Mine." You snatch the box from his hand and luckily he lets you. Your just a few steps away when you hear a voice so cute you'd want to melt.

"Are there any strawberry pop tarts, Uncle Henny?" You can't help but whip your head back and now you see Mr. Gorgeous Face and Body, also known as Henry knelt down in front of a girl. Her hair is braided, tiny freckles adorn her face and she had the cutest gap tooth. Her head hung low while she rubs her teddy bear on her cheeks, already knowing she can't get the box of tarts which is now in your hands.

You feel guilty all of a sudden and you walk to the girl, handing her your sanity food. God help your soul. You should just probably buy vodka.

"Here you go, bunny." You knelt in front of her and whispered, coaxing the little girl to chin up. As soon as she sees the box of pop tarts, her face lights up like a Christmas tree. You can definitely feel the same thing but this time you need to let go and make the girl happy.

You feel Henry's eyes on you and you looked back at him, your brows are raised, not giving him the satisfaction. His lip turned into a smirk and he shakes his head.

"Thank you." She shyly says and tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek. Your heart melts right then and there. You rub her head, stood up and turned on your heel. Your anger seem to be simmering down despite not getting what you came here for.

You're almost at the liquor aisle when the girl came rushing and held your hand. You look down and smile at her.

"Can you be my Uncle Henny's date? It's always me he takes out for dates. I want him to date someone else."

You chuckle and you can hear Henry just behind both of you, obviously snooping.

"Your uncle doesn't have a girlfriend? That does seem hard to believe."

You held her hand and she swayed into the rhythm of a nursery rhyme in her head, that's for sure.

"I didn't like her last girlfriend. She never shares pop tarts. Not like you."

You snort and pinch the girls cheeks just because she's being the cutest. You reach for the vodka and clip it in between your armpit. Thinking back to the loads of work you need to do back home, you might as well drown it with alcohol.

You said goodbye to the girl and just gave Henry a tight smile. The last relationship you had was disastrous and you're nowhere near ready to start one. Even with some as handsome and kind as Henry.

You said your thank yous and the cashier smiled and commented about you being drunk tonight. You wink at her and wave at the cute little girl. She's talking to the cashier you just checked out from and in no time, the little girl is screaming your name across the grocery store.

"Goodbye, pretty Y/N!"

You blow her a kiss and something in you just said to look at her Uncle. He's staring at you like he wants to undress you right then and there and all the while he looks ridiculous with his tight suit while leaning on the counter. You shake your head and pop the cap off your vodka and drank straight from it. The sting burns down a path from your throat to your stomach.

You come home to an empty house, boatloads of work and a lot of stress. The bottle of vodka is half empty at this point after an hour passed. You space out and think about that crooked grin you saw on the grocery store. How can a man look fine like that, you don't know. What you know is he fucks like an animal, for sure. Those big arms, thighs and oh my God, that ass? Peachy.

You're ripped away from your dirty thoughts with a knock on your door. You look at the clock and it's almost midnight. You also lost track of time and surely will have a revenge hangover in the morning. You try to keep your body upright so you can see who's at the door.

You lazily open the door and there he stood, burly and all muscle, a blue cap to hide his face and a black sweatshirt hugging every ridge and curve of his body. You must be dreaming. He can't possibly know where you live but then he removed his cap, his curls now lose and falling freely on top of his forehead, it really was him.

"I wanted to personally thank you."

Your alcohol clouded mind can't think of anything else so you burst out laughing. He looks at you and you snort like a pig. Not a nice trait to show someone but then liquid courage gets in the way.

"It's nothing. Your niece is the sweetest little girl. She deserves all the strawberry pop tarts in the world."

You smile at him and he stared at you, the same undressing stare he gave you at the store.

"You deserve it too. I promise I'll give you boxes of pop tarts but for now, are you okay with just..."

His face inches towards you and the encounter made you stumble but his arms saved you from falling. Your lips are now so close, you can smell the faint smell of cigarette and the obvious smell of expensive cologne.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, his eyes searching your face. You already have no control over your body so you nod. And as you kiss each other with passion and softness combined, your hand goes to cling on his neck, as you feel safely caged in his arms.

The soft slam of the door behind both of you, an indication of your make out bubble being private. Your tongue danced together, like two married flesh that's been waiting for the other. He moans and you run your fingers on his chest. He breaks the kiss to give you feather kisses on the neck. You shivered with anticipation but then he stopped, holding your head in between his huge hands.

"There is no way I'm fucking you intoxicated. But damn, thank God for pop tarts."

His words of promise turned into words of truth when he cuddled you on the sofa, talking about his life, asking you about many things and making you laugh with his corny jokes.

The morning came and your head wants to split in two, but then you realized you're asleep next to Henry. His long lashes flutter while his eyes are closed and you can't help but smile.

Another door bell interrupts your thoughts and you scramble to open the door. There you find a delivery man with one big brown box at his feet. He asked you to sign and went to leave shortly. The box is not that heavy so you were able to put it on the kitchen counter. You open it and you're welcomed with a heavenly box of strawberry pop tarts.

You gasped and looked at where Henry is sleeping.

"You didn't!" There's ton of pop tarts in here and you can't help but squeal. Henry opens his eyes and looks at you, smiling.

"Now that's out of the list." He says, mumbling.

"What's next on your list?" You walk to him, still holding a box of your sanity food. He stares at you with so much intensity, you want to jump and ride him right then and there.

"Next on the list is fucking you proper."

[comphy-and-cozy]

congratulations on the 500! 🌺 can I please request 137 with either tyson jost or jt compher?

thank you so much doll! this is going to be a continuation of my other JT fics bc I am a simp☺️

celebrate 500 with me!

Prompts: #137 “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

Pairing: JT Compher x reader (f) - same universe as Something to Dream About & Nothin’ Better Than This

Word Count: 673

Warnings: Gross fluff. Not sorry.

There are a lot of perks of working for a professional sports organization. Even more when it’s a successful franchise. You get to do all kinds of amazing things, meet incredible people, and support wonderful causes in the community. But hands down, among all of it, your favorite day of the year is PetSmart puppy day.

And who could blame you?

You’re watching a group of children — and by children, you mean professional hockey players — fawn over a literal pile of puppies, cooing and baby talking them as they accept kisses on their faces. To be fair, it’s really the only appropriate reaction to any puppy, let alone ten of them, alert and eager to make new friends.

A few feet away from you, JT has two in his arms, wriggling against his soft sweatshirt as he gazes at them lovingly, as if they were his own children. He’s giggling like a schoolboy, the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiles, and you can’t even help the way your heart melts at the sight. There are cameras surrounding all of them, capturing all of the content that social media would no doubt eat up.

Your phone buzzes, and you glance down to read the email you received from your boss, firing off a quick reply. When you tuck your phone back into your pocket, JT is standing in front of you, puppy-less, a concerned look on his face.

“Um, hi, miss,” he greets, and you raise an eyebrow, confused as to why he’s speaking to you like you’re a stranger. “I’d like to make a formal complaint.”

“Um, okay?”

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s really distracting.” His face is straight, the inflection in his voice serious as he poses his ‘complaint.’ There’s a little sparkle in his eye, the one that gives you butterflies every time, the only outward signal of what he’s playing at.

Your heart warms, as does your face, at the compliment. Ever since you went public with your relationship, he’s always offering sweet but subtle signs of affection at work — flowers delivered to your desk just because, a wink in your direction during warmups, bringing fresh coffee to your desk after morning skate. Of course, in private, he always was sweet, but his newfound freedom seemed to spark renewed motivation to spoil you.

Trying to hide the smile on your face, your teeth sink into your lower lip, nodding as you play along with his joke. “Is that so?”

“I’m trying to have a professional interview, and you’re over here just… looking like that. Honestly, it’s really rude of you, and I’d like to ask you to stop.”

“I’m very sorry, Mr. Compher,” you apologize with a straight face. “Your complaint has been noted and duly declined.”

He scoffs, dramatically rolling his eyes. “Typical. I knew you wouldn’t understand. Clearly, you don’t have what it takes to be a professional athlete.”

You break character with a giggle, gesturing toward the pile of puppies in the playpen a few feet away. “You’re kissing puppies. I’d hardly say that’s a professional interview.”

“I take my job very seriously,” he crosses his arms, looking at you expectantly. His facade has lasted this long, but cracks when his face breaks into a smile, laughing at himself.

“Oh my god, just kiss already!” calls Devon’s voice from across the parking lot, accompanied by very loud and obnoxious kissing noises from Erik. “I swear to god, I’m gonna throw up if I have to watch you two flirt like this. It’s disgusting.”

JT waggles his eyebrows at you. “What do you say we give the people what they want?”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at him, but rise up onto your toes all the same to press your lips against his. Wolf whistles sound beside you, followed by a, “Eww, JT is gonna get cooties!”

He chases your lips for another kiss, laughing at the exaggerated gagging noises from his teammates. “Aren’t you glad we signed up for this?”

[engagemachine]

Hey ☺️ I'm just sitting in my room thinking about zombie! AU to Burn and like, wowza. The Joker would be on a hunt for Batman, knowing the rich and corrupted of Gotham are burrowed away to safety, I can imagine the Joker would want to draw the Bat out, the Joker knowing full well that Bruce Wayne wouldn't be able to do the cowardly thing and hide out like the other elites. Batman would put on the cape and try to save any survivors he could, and the Joker would be trying so desperately to maintain their dynamic in the midst of it all since it's all he has and it's his biggest purpose. Meanwhile his second biggest obsession, at least I'd hazard that she is, Taylor, would be by his side and terrified. She would know that if anything happened to Mr. J and Ressling she would be Royally Screwed. The Joker would do what he could to keep her safe and alive, making her wear a big ugly denim coat so bites won't go through just in case. She would be tucked as small as possible in the backseat, all scrunched up on the floor while they drive along, and she would pass time by sketching and trying not to think about what might happen next. Her hair would be kept up in a messy bun almost always because she has this fear of an undead monster grabbing her by her hair and yanking her away (even though she's constantly sandwiches between the two men when they're walking for obvious reasons). I imagine she would adapt surprisingly well, simply being used to trauma and uncertainty when it comes to her safety just in every day life. Ressling and The Joker would have to sleep in shifts and they'd have to be careful risking fires to cook too often. One night Taylor might wake up, startled by something she can't explain, lifts her head up from Mr. J's lap and instead of being asleep leaned up on the window like she thought he was he's just staring down at her, eyes black. He shushes her and tells her to go back to sleep, and Ressling would turn the radio on softly to drown out the screams in the distance, mostly for Taylor's sake. They'd eat canned foodsnand sleep in the car, parked deep in the forest so theyre hidden as possible. They would see horrible things like bodies eaten away laying out on the roads, the Joker might chuckle at a couple of them and Ressling would be unfazed, and Taylor would be having to try and hide PTSD attacks because she would just see Anders cut up all over again. She might even have to close her eyes sometimes. Anyways sorry for going on I'm smoking weed and that's prolly making me ramble lmbo

"I'm smoking weed and that's prolly making me ramble"

anon, I love you so much for this. omg.

Also, like, the fact that you would get high and then choose to think about Burn? Specifically your Zombie AU? And then headcanon about my characters???? you are the real MVP. that's so sexy of you.

anyway, UGH, this AU haunts me!!! I love the images you described. And, my gosh, that bit about how she wakes up in Mr. J's lap (and not leaning up against the window like she had thought... boi!!!!) and he's just. staring at her. Maybe pets her hair before telling her to go back to sleep. But she can't, she can't, she's scared because she can hear them. And Ressling, in the front seat, watching the exchange from the rearview mirror, knows that that's his cue to turn up the radio (they listen to the same five CDs on rotation, because obviously there is no radio to listen to anymore, it's all just static).

And how they'd live out of the car most days, but then occasionally they stumble onto an abandoned safehouse, and for Taylor's sake, they make it "home" for a little while. It's not safe to stay in one place for too long, so Taylor knows she shouldn't get attached, but she still cries every time they have to get back in the truck and leave. Sometimes she's especially stubborn and refuses to get in. The last house was like that. It was a cottage in the woods--fairly well-kept, somehow, despite everything--and it even had running water still, from a well somewhere on the property.

They hunker down there for three weeks, which is the longest they've ever stayed anywhere in one place. It starts to feel like... almost like home to her, and she puts her little touches everywhere. There are flowers growing in the backyard--weeds, really--but she collects them and finds a vase under the sink, arranges the flowers just so and puts them on the kitchen table. She picks up all the overturned furniture and rearranges it in the way she imagines how it used to be, before the outbreak. Tries to imagine what the family who had lived here before might've been like. There's some old clothes in the closet in the single bedroom, and when she's alone she goes in there and presses her face into them, trying to smell.... sometimes she thinks she catches a lingering scent. It's been a long time since she's seen another human who isn't Mr. J and Ressling. A really, really long time. For some reason, one of the things she misses about people most of all is their unique scent. What a weird thing to miss.

She sleeps in the single bedroom with Mr. J, and Ressling sleeps on the couch. That's how it always is. And when she's not tidying up the cottage, she's carefully rationing out their food, or searching for more. Most of the kitchen shelves and the pantry have been ransacked, but she miraculously finds a can of unopened corn, and it's like finding a precious diamond.

She surprises them with it at dinnertime, hot and piping corn--so yellow, she forgot food could be so bright--and it's the best thing she's eaten in months. She's careful to divvy out their portions, making sure they all get an even amount--although, if she's honest, she always gives a little extra to Mr. J.

She had loved that cottage. She'd wanted to stay forever. She could picture the three of them living there, making a life for themselves, living off the land... what else was there?

But Mr. J told her they had to go, and Taylor stomped her foot and told him no and threw what might've been her biggest hissy fit ever. She actually clung to the porch rail while Ressling packed up the truck, and when Mr. J threatened to leave her there to fend off the zombies all by herself, already turning his back to her, Ressling was the one who had to carry her instead--kicking and screaming--back to the truck.

[annab-nana]

hi anna! hopefully u don’t mind me spamming ur ask box. but i was wondering if i can get randomly face-timing just to hear their voice/see their face with topper please☺️

omg yeah!! i do not mind one bit i love it :)

“and to what do i owe this pleasure, college boy?” you teased when you got the facetime call as soon as you got out of school. a downside of having a boyfriend that is one year older than you is that he’ll leave for college right when you start your senior year. he wasn’t able to accompany you at the annual bonfire like normal and you two weren’t able to spend your fall breaks together since they didn’t align on the same week. you had to work during yours and he was studying for two big tests he had the following week for his so you couldn’t even visit the other during your own break. he was a busy guy and you were a busy girl so most of your facetiming occurred late at night so it was a bit of a shock to look down and see the frosted tips of your boyfriend on your phone screen.

“just needed to see and hear you.” you knew he tried to hide it with the cough that followed his statement but there was no way to deny the crack in his voice.

“top, are you okay?” you asked as you opened your car door and sat down before taking a better look at his appearance now that you were out of the sunlight. he was at his desk in his dorm with books and papers around him. his normally bright blue eyes were dull and red. he had been crying. “topper, what’s wrong baby?”

“i don’t know if i have what it takes to be a lawyer” he uttered. you could tell he was tired and over it, but he was on the last couple of weeks on the semester before he’d be home for the holidays. there wasn’t much left for him to do. “these finals are gonna kick my ass.”

“baby, all you can do is try your best so push through this last little bit and finish strong, okay?” he just nodded at your words before poking out his lip.

“i just wish i had you here with me,” he pouted. that right there shattered your heart to pieces and you could’ve started crying right there in the school parking lot. but you then spotted something on his bed behind him that might help.

“i gave you my bunny for a reason,” you reminded him, watching his eyes light up as he leaned back to grab it.

“i need you to make it smell like you again. it’s losing its y/n charm.”

“i will not let you talk about mr. nanas that way,” you scoffed, watching him laugh while holding the yellow rabbit.

“i still can’t get over that name,” he giggled, his mood lifting by just talking to you.

“i was like three and couldn’t fully say bananas yet. sue me,” you jeered with a playful eye roll.

“if i get this degree, i could help do that,” he spoke up, smile widening at your adorableness.

“topper thornton, you will be the best damn lawyer this world has ever seen.”

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[allpartofthejob]

Hi @leliesblou , thank you for tagging me!

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[hotdamnhunnam]

How do you think Charlie would propose? 😍😍😍

Aww I envision Charlie doing something really special and very personal! Super romantic and adorable! Magical and memorable! He’s such a softie, and would take this kind of thing very seriously, yet at the same time lightheartedly. He just wants it to be perfect for you honestly. It’d be a BIG surprise probably, and he’d make sure that everything about the moment is fantastically fairytale-level lovely. (unless he knows that you’d prefer for it to be simple and low-key, I mean he’s all about whatever makes you happy obviously) ☺️

It’s no secret that the man has money so if fine dining is what you want, he’d surely take you to your favorite fancy restaurant. (He’d also probably spend a lot of money on the ring, and have it custom-made for you because he knows your preferences on everything.) But I don’t think he’d pop the question out in public so he’d probably take you somewhere nice and private, calm and quiet, whether that’s the comfort of the home you two already built together, or a peaceful little park or starlit hilltop where he took you on your first date or wherever, someplace meaningful where you can be alone with one another when he gets down on one knee for the happiest moment of your life, when he asks you to be his wife 💕

And then of course he’ll spend the whole night fucking you to pieces, and before you even think about a wedding dress, he’ll happily start calling you his Mrs. Hunnam from the moment you say YES 💍

Anyway this is something that you may have already read, but in case you haven’t yet, I’ve also written a fic featuring a fluffy proposal from Ironhead! It’s sort of similar to how I described a proposal from Charlie above so here’s the fic link if you have any interest — Take the Praise, Princess ✨

[theshelbyslimited]

I am FINALLY getting to this fluffy fic that I read when it was first posted and absolutely loved. I’m excited to give it a reread and the proper love it deserves so let’s get into it ☺️

“How about some tickles to wake you both up, ey?” gosh this is too cute, I just know if things had gone differently that Tommy would’ve been the best father 🥺

“It’s alright Charlie, I know I’m not silly, I’m smarty like mama.” I LOVE THIS. BLESS LITTLE RUBY 🥺❤️

“You’re smart too daddy, but you don’t know how to tell night stories to sleep like mama does.” OOOF 🤣

“One day I’m going to tell you the story of a time when I went alone in a caravan and fought a big bear and a lion all by myself.” AHHHH oh what could’ve been 🥺

“One day when she almost caught them making out in his office he had to tell Ruby he was just kissing mama to convince her to take them to the park.” “Since then, they referred to their intimacy as that ‘he would be kissing Y/N to convince her of whatever they were talking about’.” AHSHKDJL I love this though bc little Ruby would think it’s like a little secret that she’s in on rather it being something far from it 🤣🤭

“What do you want me to say? ‘Yes Mr. Shelby, you can bring the kids to the Gala.’?” “Okay, I’ll let them know in the morning.” STOPPP that is such a good trick though 🤣

“He pretended to be sleeping, her little face studying his eyes for any sign that he could be awake, until a few seconds later, Tommy took her by surprise and tickled her ribs, Ruby screamed and laughed loud at the same time.” MY HEART. THIS IS TOO DAMN CUTE 🥺

“Now with their -unofficial- anniversary the following day, he had the perfect excuse to ask Y/N to finally marry him.” OH MY GOSH EEEEKKKK 🥺😭

“Are you going against the gobinet, daddy?” AKSJDJKL this is so hilariously adorable 🤣🥺

“Will you share with me this life for as long as we get with our beautiful children until we take our last breath? Will you marry me?” AHHHHHHH MY HEART 🥺😭🥺😭

“But he’s got grey hai-” RUBYYY 🤣 the grey does make him look extra handsome though in all honesty.

“But you told me I threw it out of window when I got drunk.” “And you actually believed that?” “So, you didn’t go out to look for it outside?” OH MY GOSH BAHAHAH Tommy really threw poor Y/N around the bend 🤣

“Daddy wrote it, but I drew the flowers.” “And I helped with the poem.” MY HEART. THIS WHOLE FIC HAS ME IN A PUDDLE OF ROSES 🥺😭

“Absolutely everything is set, you just have to go and get ready and come back to be my wife.” “I ordered your favorite food and cake, a big tent for the garden, lilac flowers, your favorites.” MANS REALLY PULLED OUT ALL THE STOPS ALSKDJS 😭😭😭

“Mr. Shelby couldn’t choose a dress for you, so he ordered a couple thinking you might like one.” STOPPP HE IS TOO MUCH 😭

“Polly did you know, the thing with the leaves… she says I’m pregnant, with twins!” AHHHHHHHHH. THE HAPPINESS OF THIS FIC HAS ME SOBBING 😭

This fic was the sweetest thing and I hope @lyarr24 had an amazing birthday. This was such a blessing to read and I’m not going to ramble more as I think my commentary summarizes my thoughts enough but thank you as always for all your hard work Mar. YOU’RE A BLESSING ❤️

What about now

Tommy Shelby x reader (one shot) Masterlist Lots of fluff! And love ♥️

Poem/vows is provided by my bff pinterest :P

🤍🖤 This story is to celebrate @madame-wilsonn followers celebration! Congratulations dear on 500!! ✨ I hope you get to many many more, and I hope you like this story… so get your prettiest dress and join me on this special event.

🎉Also, we are celebrating @lyarr24 ‘s birthday!!!!!! Cheers to that Lee-Anne! Sending you my best wishes, I hope you have a great day 🎂 I have a little birthday and no birthday present at the end of the story for both of you. 🥰

Taking a look at the clock, he knew it would be bed time for their children, so he left the things he was working on and walked out of his office.   

“Good night Frances.”   

“Mr. Shelby I was going to offer you some coffee.”   

“It’s alright, you can go have a rest now, I’m saying good night to the kids.”   

“Tomorrow it’s a big day.” She grinned.  

Sighing deeply, he grabbed the handrail. “It is Frances, you’ve everything set right?”   

Frances nodded, she had been really helpful this time around, it was so hard to keep anything from Y/N, but they managed to do it. “The suit is ready Mr. Shelby, in the guest room as you asked.”   

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[baekhvuns]

hi sunbae! i'll not be as active as 🤑 anon bc i am busy and extremely desorganizes but will try my best :D

friend me aM NOT READY FOR THE SMUT SPOILER U POSTEDDDD and btw, what are we having next after all? boxer hwa or bodyguard hwa? or other option? i didnt see the end of this discussion here on baekhvunsland

no matter what u do ill love it so,

-ur hoobae

sunbae 😭😭😭😭 jBDNWBDSM no worries!! whenever u feel like sending one!!! <33

BFWMBDWK IM NOT EITHER ITS LIKE 5-6k of smut i believe WE GOING DOWN ALEXANDER THE GREATS DING DONG

omg bestie i didn’t think abt this, boxer or bodyguard HRKWHDKW i have a lil excerpt of each au i will use to ask u guys!!! BUT my answer depends on seonghwa. on what he will breathe upon, i will do that <3 OR FINALLY WRITE FOR A DIFFERENT MEMBER??? i will tho def ask u guys for ur input on what u want next <333

thank u hoobae-nim 😭😭😭🔫

[baekhvuns]

THE DIVORCE HWA FIC 😭😭😭 its so gooddd and when i first saw the title i was like aint this bigbang's song 👀 (the song automatically played in my head) ALSO DAMN I LOVE THE EASTER EGGS?! like the daughter, KAIIIII and other things like all the gears in my head turned and shouted "MR. AND MRS PARK." to me 😭😭😭💖 it gave me goosebumps and mwah i just love ur writing! keep it up <3333

also im curious abt san's time travel thooo? 👀

im sorry if this ask was kinda messy i just woke up 😭

NO CAUSE SAME I WAS READY TO “URI SARANGHAJI MARAYO” 😭😭😭 ahhh did u notice all of the easter eggs ??? yes yes! the daughter and kai from mafia !!!! tysm so so much pls ☺️☺️

san’s time travel ☺️☺️ do u remember how duke and his general was the first universe ☺️☺️ san’s will join soon jVNDBWND actually tHERES a hint of yunho’s universe in it, if u payed attention to the love story of the tarot lady….