#playing footsie and asking the other if they’re nervous

[tetzoro]

Omg it’s wedding eve are you excited to get married to your man

NINAAAA !!!!! i’m so excited :’) getting all the last minute arrangements in order and stealing as many kisses as i can 🙂‍↕️

[voiceofsword]

Psssst. If you have any headcannons to spare, how do you think Crazy: B is at handshake/fan events 👀 Ever since Mika mentions a fans itabag I’ve been obsessed

OK this one wont be super long bc ill be accompanying it with doodles but, u know the drill, under read more so i dont stretch people’s dashboards out

im gonna start with rinne i think he is VERY enthusiastic. he’s so happy to be there man. like he’s usually loud and kind of obnoxious regardless but this brings it out even more, most fans eat it up bc thats just his persona now, right. if any older fans show up he gets a bit softer/quieter to accommodate for them because he trusts them. 

if he notices fans being too shy/awkward he’ll try his best to hype them up and make them feel welcome i.e everybody be nice to this fan or i’ll blow this whole place up! but at the same time it’s like the second he sniffs out that they’re nervous he becomes a bit more pushy (WELL-MEANING OFC) AND IT CAN GET TO BE ALMOST SCARY… HE WILL EITHER GET SOFT AND UNDERSTANDING OR HE WILL EXPLODE ON U AND TRY TO MAKE U EXCITED WITH HIM THERES NO IN-BETWEEN… he will point out that ur nervous and ask u why that is. maybe poke a little bit of fun. obviously not enough to make you cry or whatever but enough for you to shake a little bit, so that after you leave you can look back at the pictures and memories like damn im actually glad rinne amagi helped me out of my shell

hes like an apex predator he can sense fear but instead of k wording you he forces you to do peace signs with him in photos

niki like always is super friendly and welcoming. he tries his best to make fans have fun! he isn’t nearly as pushy as rinne and doesn’t really pry. he makes small talk and if he thinks you smell nice he Will point it out! he will compliment and laugh a lot and overall be very silly. 80% of any event he’s playing footsie with rinne under the table and occasionally during fan meets they’ll start play bickering both for The Bit and also because they cant go too long without doing it it sustains them. 

one concerning thing about niki is that regardless of the circumstances he will always ALWAYS accept food, even though he is not supposed to. he sneaks off to eat snacks to prevent hunger pangs and if any fan catches him while offering food he will most assuredly be like oh hell ya, which is why the other guys are constantly on the look-out for him. while almost all fans do it in good faith i can imagine he’s gotten sick from at least one instance of this happening but he never learns because he cannot for the life of him turn down stuff he can eat. kohaku and rinne literally always have an eye on him to make sure his breaks stay short and to haul his ass back to the table 

himeru is perfect. like as a meet and greet idol he is exemplary. it’s almost scary. he gives the perfect amount of small talk, compliments you just enough, smiles the whole time. holds your hand for enough time, brushes his hair behind his ear acting all handsome, laughs at anything and everything that might be a joke….it’s like he has a mental checklist for every encounter. he studies this shit every night before an event so he has it down to a T. he makes meeting the others feel like youre talking to the teletubbies 

like rinne he senses fear and while he doesnt push like rinne does it’s almost like. he’s smug about it. he knows he’s that good! HE’S SO RADIANT YOU CAN’T LOOK AT HIM FOR TOO LONG…

ok lastly kohaku! kohaku i feel like would definitely try his best to copy himeru. he thinks the other two are not good examples, so partly himeru’s trying to show off because he knows kohaku is watching. being good friends with aira also has him practicing this a lot with him, too. but on his own kohakuchan is good at talking to people, slightly less good at maintaining eye contact or handshakes but he’s working on it! you can tell he’s new to it but he’s trying his best so it makes it all the more endearing. 

the other three point it out a lot when they think he or the fans can’t hear. not in a malicious way theyre just happy to see kohaku’s having fun. his encounters definitely feel a little more rushed but not because he necessarily wants it to be over you can tell hes just a bit more nervous to be 1 on 1. sometimes the other guys do something stupid in the sidelines so he can get angry and have him let loose. anyways Be nice to him 

[mrs-march-ahs]

how the evans would act when they have a crush on u ^^

How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too

Award for the longest title goes tooooo... me!

JAMES SUCKS BUT I MAKE UP FOR IT BY DOING BOTH KYLE’S AND A DETAILED KIT

Two other requests-

Could I please request how the Evans would react to their best friend (reader) admitting they're in love with them? 

Heyo! I’m not sure how this would go but how would the Evan’s react to a nervous/insecure reader confessing to them?

-I hope this is satisfactory, even though I don’t think it’s what you two wanted<3

Enjoy! :)

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Tate

-Would always just be interested in you

-Wanting to help you, watch you, talk to you, just constantly be around you

-But he’d also be insecure whether he was annoying you, so occasionally he would make himself invisible and just watch you

-Whatever hobbies you had, he’d love to watch you do them, paint, draw, write, play games

-If you played any instrument he would love to lay on your bed and listen to you, no matter how good or bad you were

-He would leave little sweet messages on the chalkboard and leave little post-it notes for you to find

-They would have fun little facts about birds or other trivial stuff but you would find them cute

-The occasional fact about something romantic, like ‘Every time you kiss somebody, your heart beat increases by 10-15 beats per minute’

-He might go a little far and leave a message like ‘Your dress looked pretty’, which you would find creepy since you didn’t know Tate was a ghost

Kit

-He thought of ways to tell you how he felt but because it seemed like your family was gonna live in the murder house for a while, cause you were all settling in well, he didn’t want to risk losing his friendship with you, since you were the only ghost with whom he really got along

-You walked down to the basement and said his name in a sing song voice, “Tateeeee”, “Come out come out wherever you are!”

-He showed up and you asked him if he wanted to go out on a real date

-He was obviously nervous, because you didn’t know yet that he was a ghost, but when he hesitated and you looked upset, he said yes right away

-You ran up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush and laugh, and whilst you were at school, he got some things ready and got candles and a table cover so make your kitchen look like a restaurant

-He ordered McDonalds delivery and got your chicken nuggets under a serving platter for effect

- “We are dining on, nuggets of the chicken”

-Although you were a little disappointed and wanted to go out on a real date with him, you found his effort cute

-He definitely played footsie with you under the table the whole date

-Definitely walked you to your room

- “Well… this is me…”

- “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe”

-Kissed you

oh my god I got so carried away

-You would first meet Kit when you first come and move to Massachusetts

-One day you want to venture out and get an taxi to go to town, only a few minutes later to realise you don’t have your wallet

-You awkwardly tell the driver that if takes you back home quickly, you can get money and you will pay him right away

-But since Boston men aren’t usually so sweet, he just kicks you out, leaving you to wander the motorway alone late at night, far away from your home and hoping to quickly find somewhere to go

-Eventually you stumble upon a gas station, and as you walk up, a hand appearing on your shoulder makes you automatically turn around and push whoever touched you to the ground

-The man in blue uniform gets up slowly with his hands up defensively, “Hey hey, didn’t mean to startle ya, miss”

-You apologise, feeling stupid for this kind of encounter, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as you’d think

- “It’s always nice to see a woman able to protect herself”, he smiles

-He offers to drive you home, and you thank him dearly, explaining to him that you don’t have a car yet, having only just moved here

-He offers to take you to buy one, knowing an awful lot about cars, and to convince you further, tells you that any man working in a car salon will try to sell a single lady a piece of junk for a high price

-You agree, thinking that the offer is sweet, and he takes you to buy yourself a car, to make the date even more fun, Kit tells you to pretend you’re an old married couple

- “Miss Walka over here needs a car, good Sir”

-At some point while looking at cars, Kit holds your hand and you don’t even notice

-He negotiates a good deal with the salesman, and you get a car together

- “Your husband just got you an awfully good deal, Madam, he’s a man who deserves a good meal and a cold beer if I’ve ever seen one”, the salesman laughs, signing the last of the papers before handing Kit the keys to your car. “Oh, he’ll get more than that”, you say to tease Kit, before smiling at him sweetly. Kit blinks at you, before turning back to the salesman and shaking his hand. As the two of you walk away, Kit looks at you in disbelief, the thought of your dirty words clearly plastered in his mind. “Did ya mean what you said back there?”. He says, as he opens the car door for you. “Whatever do you mean?”, you act stupid. “I was just pretending to be your wife, Mr Walka”

-When he has a crush on you, he gives you sooo many compliments

-Little dirty innuendos

-Would definitely call you and talk to you late night on the phone until one of you fell asleep (house phone if they had them)

-He’s the kind of person to tell you that he got a visit from a cute dog earlier at the gas station and it made him think of you

 Kyle

-Every time you go to get gas from Kit, he gives you only a little amount, so you have a reason to keep coming back

-One time when you go get gas from him, you forget your wallet again, and he teases you about it

-He lets you off and pays for your gas

- “I owe you, Mr Walka”

- “How about a date?”

-You smile at how confident he is, and nod excitedly, having been waiting for him to ask you for a while now

-Kit winks at you and waves as you drive off, completely melted inside about finally getting his girl

-Even though he’s always confident, he’s still a little shy and awkward around you when he sees you in class

-If all of his friends are in a class messing around, throwing stuff, being loud, and you walk it, he tells everybody to shut up because there’s a lady present

- “Hey careful, make sure you don’t throw it at her”

-It’s not until he sees you at a huge party, that he’s confident enough to go up to you

-Even though he’s more than happy to flirt, he’s just not confident enough to do that last step and ask you out somewhere

-He’ll bring you a drink and  talk and flirt with you, and you’ll definitely get the hint

-He slowly lifts his arm up and stretches it over you, trying to do the classic yawn move, hoping you won’t notice or mind. You look over at him and narrow your eyes in fake suspicion.

- “Didn’t you come here with a movie star? Surely you get handsome men bringing you drinks all the time?”, he says, motioning to the drink in your hand.

“You calling yourself handsome?”, you tease him. Kyle laughs a breathy awkward laugh and nods. “Well yeah”

-When you do ask him for a date, he insists that he take the initiative to plan what you two do

-Clearly wanting to make a good first impression, he’d take you somewhere interesting

-Aquarium, in which he’ll make up clearly fake facts about the fish just to make you laugh

-Bowling, just so he can tease you about how much you suck

-Mini golf, so, even though you know how to play, he can wrap his arms around you and help you put

-And if he does take you to the movies, you aren’t spending a dime

-He’ll also wrap his arm around you not-so subtly

Franken Kyle

“Whatcha doin there, hm?”. Kyle leans into your ear and whispers.

“Just in case you get scared, you can cuddle up to me”

“Kyle we’re watching the Lego movie”

Jimmy

-You’re a witch at the academy, and with Kyle’s very slow progress to getting better, both Zoe and Madison are getting slightly tired of having to constantly take care of him

-But you don’t mind, finding his Frankenstein state cute

-Whenever he stumbles into the kitchen by himself you always help him make food

-If he’s ever struggling with anything, he usually comes to you, knowing you’re the most patient out of them all

-Then, one night, all the teens in the academy go to a party, while you lay in bed

-But when the rain starts to get really heavy and the first thunder growls, Kyle rushes into your room, before slowly knowing and peaking his head out, clearly scared

-You let him come and lay with you, rubbing his back to calm him down

-Although no real words are spoken, it’s from that moment that you decide to take on all responsibilities relating to Kyle, the good and the bad

-He’s admired you from afar for a very long time, ever since the first time you joined the circus

-You were incredibly flexible, and always showing off to everyone and practicing on stage

-He would always come and watch you practice, cheering you on more than anybody else

-You called Jimmy ‘my cheerleader’

-It made him blush every time

-Amazon Eve always told him to just ask you for dinner, but the only thing that stopped him was the thought that you wouldn’t want to go out and be seen with a freak like him, especially since your body looked so normal that you didn’t have to hide anything

-Eve and Paul reminded Jimmy that it’s him who’s always the most confident in going out into the real world, and he mustn’t be scared

-When they all plan to go to a diner together, as a protest to being shunned from society, you find his leadership charming and happily go with them

-Even though you all get kicked out, you calm Jimmy down and take care of him when his dad beats him up

James

-You wipe the scars on his face and tell him how brave you think he is

- Trying to gain confidence, you take a deep breath before making the move. “Maybe the two of us should go to that diner”. Jimmy looks up at you, as if he expects you to keep talking. When the nerves hit you all at once, you begin rambling. “You know cause if the two of us go and they’re okay with that then maybe we can start going with the others one by one, and then you know we’ll ease our way back into society and stuff”. You laugh a breathy laugh, but Jimmy says nothing. With every silent second passing, your heart begins to break. But luckily for you, Jimmy speaks up. “Wait, are you asking me out? Like… on a date? To the diner?”. “What if I were?”, you quietly reply. He smiles wide and pulls you closer to him, “I’d love that”.

-James is definitely the least subtle

-Constantly giving you compliments, kisses and gifts

-Opening every door for you and listening very carefully to everything you say

-He doesn’t want you to even think about another man, so he overwhelms you with every way he can show you he likes you

-I can imagine him organising a big ball or event at the hotel just so the two of you can dress up and go together

-He is also the most confident out of them all, although he is a softie around you, he has no trouble asking you anything he wants to you

-He’ll kiss your hand a lot and you’ll eventually get the hint

Kai

- “I would be most delighted if we were to make our relationship more official, and vow fully loyalty to one another”

-You agree and he is over the moon

-Once the two of you are in a relationship, the compliments, kisses and gifts don’t stop

-He will give you your space without him, but when the two of you are in the same room together, he treats your precious time together as if it’s sacred

-He will approximately 43 seconds into your relationship begin planning how he’s gonna kill you

-You can tell Kai likes you when he’s harsher on you than he is on other members of the cult

-He’ll be pissed at you for being a distraction for him

-He’ll definitely tell you when he’s impressed with you, when you murdered somebody or helped him plan something

-Even though he definitely would not want it

-If you proved to be smarter than him in any aspect, he’d be furious

-You’d be sat on his sofa while he’s talking to you about having to kill Sally because she’s getting in the way of him winning city council

- “Samuels looked at where she lives, and it has no back doors, no nothing, it’ll be impossible to get in her house without smashing windows and causing attention”

“Why don’t you get Ally to go to her first? If Meadow convinces her to go to Sally to talk about the cult, then the front door will be open”. Kai looks at you with angry eyebrows. “We’ll sit in the car and wait for a few seconds, she’ll let Ally in, won’t lock the door straight after her, and then let them talk for a minute before we just walk right in”

-His ego won’t let him take suggestions from somebody below him, so even though he wants to be proud of you for being smart, he’s mad

-He’ll sit for hooours trying to think of any other solution he physically can think of, to not go with what you suggested

-Around the cult, he’d treat you like everybody else though

- “Y/N’s idea was brilliant, Ally just walked in and they walked straight to sit down, she didn’t lock the door”

-He’d praise you to encourage you to think of ideas, which he would later be mad that you have

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-You’d find out how he felt about you during pinky power

-After being suspicious that he may have feelings for you for a while, you realised this is the only way to truly find out how he feels without him trying to manipulate you

-He’d ask you about something deep, and you’d latch on after he finishes a sentence to ask him your question

- “I have a question for you”

“Go ahead”

“How do you feel about me?”

Kai stays silent and continues to look you in the eye, taken aback by the question but not wanting to show it.

“When you’re with me, how do you feel?”

“I think you have real potential, you’re strong-”

“I’m not asking the Divine Ruler, I’m asking Kai, Kai Anderson”

He takes a deep breath before unintentionally breaking eye contact for a few seconds to think. You wait anxiously for the answer, and with every second passing you know what it will be.

“You’re special”, he starts, looking you in the eye again. “You’re valuable to the group, and to me. And I think you’d be a great… mother”. The last catches you off guard, not expecting Kai to be a family man or to think about this with you.

“You… you want me to… have your children?”

“I think our children would be indestructible, strong, powerful, decisive. They would be the seed of the better future”. Although it was a little forward for somebody you’ve never even kissed, you were beyond flattered, knowing how specific Kai is with traits in people.

“Let’s make a baby”, Kai says.

“Whoa whoa”, you laugh and unlink your pinky with his. “We’re not even dating, Kai”

“Why date if children is the ultimate purpose?”

“Then don’t look at is as dating… look at it… as getting to know the mother of your future children”

-Kai would love this and you’d soon end up dating

-And have like 6 kids

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As usual, if you wanted to be added or taken away, dm me or comment!! I won’t mind! <3

[floorbe]

ANYWAY now that Rock Lee is my new hubby, can I get a scenario or hc’s (whichever is easier) of spending the night with rock lee for the first time 🥺 both SFW and NSFW situations if you please -⭐️ !!!

YES YEAH YES YEAH YES YEAH HOW ABOUT ,, BOTH?!?! n*sw under the cut//

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-Spending the night with this man is gonna be so fun!!!

-He’s planned everything so much that he almost has a schedule. He doesn’t, really, but it’s all up there in his head. A lot of nervous and excited energy from him, he wants it to be perfect!!

-He cooks dinner for y’all!! And if you want to help him, he definitely won’t say no!!

-Take this as an opportunity to do that couple thing where you wrap your arms around his waist while he cooks, bc he will melt

-He will initiate footsie while y’all are eating. And if you play along he’ll have a hard time eating bc of how big his smile is!!

-You two put on a movie afterwards where Lee pulls you into his lap practically the second you sit down next to him 

-Tbh he’s more focused on you than the movie, and you can tell by how he keeps pressing soft kisses to your cheek, but he will throw in the occasional gasp at the movie

-He also has boardgames! Twister, LIFE (the Spongebob version only), headbandz... he’s got an entire collection 

-Play twister and watch his entire body turn red when you two inevitably end up in a suggestive position... also you get to see this man TWIST bc he is so flexible

-When you two finally settle down for bed he is... so stiff laying next to you. You can tell how badly he wants to cuddle bc he’s practically shaking with reserved excitement and he keeps looking at you, but he is nervous

-When you roll over to take him into your arms/roll into his arms, he swears he has never been happier in his life. Watch out for the death squeeze as he tries not to cry

-You’ll wake up tangled together with Lee gazing adoringly at you, a hand gently rubbing your back. Kiss him in this moment and he will cry and profess his love to you again

~

You’re hardly paying attention to the movie playing anymore, but you keep your eyes trained on the screen. You feel the soft touch of Lee’s lips as he kisses your cheek once more, a small sigh escaping his lips as he tightens his grip on you. You can’t help your lips quirking up into a smile as he nuzzles his nose against your neck, and you tilt your head slightly to let him. 

His slow breaths are warm against your neck, and you resist a shiver, instead swallowing thickly in an attempt to reorientate yourself from the simple feeling. He shifts slightly from underneath you, and by the way his thumbs are moving along your hips in a subconscious movement, you can tell he’s thinking. 

You let him think, curious to where his thoughts are headed, keeping your eyes on the movie in faux interest as he moves his head. You intake sharply as you suddenly feel his warm lips press against your neck almost uncertainly, and you can imagine his large eyes studying you for a reaction. 

You say nothing, and instead tilt your head further to silently encourage him. You can feel his lips form a smile, but it’s quickly forgotten as he presses another kiss to your neck, and another, and another. They’re different from the ones to your cheek; slower, more sensual, and you can feel his hands tremble as he continues the intimate gesture. 

Your heart is pounding loud in your ears, and it only urges you to get up and turn around, to return the sensual affection ten-fold, but you hold off, wanting to feel his lips on your neck for just a moment longer. You let him press another kiss to your neck, and it’s only when he parts his lips to lightly suck on the sensitive skin do you finally move to get up. He pauses for a moment, breathing slightly labored as you shift. His arms loosen around you as you raise yourself from his lap to stand, swallowing thickly. When you turn, his face is flushed right up to the tip of his nose, his expression is contorted in concern.

His mouth barely opens to, you presume, ask if he’d overstepped when you’re planting yourself in his lap again, this time facing him. You hear him intake sharply as he looks up at you, large eyes blown wider than you’d ever seen them as you drag your hand down his chest. 

“Lee,” your voice comes out as a breathy whisper, and he visibly gulps, hands hovering near your waist. You slide your arms around his neck easily, heartbeat thumping in your ears as you feel him lean into you. He’s never looked more kissable than he does now, with his lips just slightly parted and that adorable blush on his face, and you feel affection rush through your body at the sight, “Please, kiss me.” 

The words have barely left your mouth when he all but lunges towards you, a muffled grunt escaping his lips as he eagerly melds them with yours. His arms immediately coil around you, pulling you flush against him. You eagerly respond, pressing yourself closer to him and threading your fingers through his hair. His lips are soft against yours, and you can feel his fingers clench around the fabric of your shirt as he tries to pull you impossibly closer. 

You softly sink your teeth into his bottom lip, pulling back slightly to watch his expression at the action. He lets out the quietest squeak, eyes squeezed shut as, you now notice, he trembles ever so slightly. You release his lip only to slam yours back into his again, swiping your tongue against his still parted lips. 

He eagerly darts his tongue out to meet yours, swirling together as light pants escape your mouths. You can feel his fingers teasingly dip under the hem of your shirt, and you can tell Lee’s waiting for your permission to go any further. You don’t even think before you push his hands under your shirt, moaning into his mouth as they immediately start mapping your sides and lower back. 

He trails his hand up your spine, pushing you to arch into his chest as he separates from your needy kiss. “F-flower,” he gasps out, his eyes half lidded, “Is- is it okay if we...?” You nearly chuckle at the polite shyness, starkly contrasting the way his hands, though paused in their movement now, are still clinging to you and nearly pulling your shirt all the way off in his attempt to feel all of you. 

“Of course it is, Lee,” you smile adoringly at him, tracing a hand up to cup his cheek reassuringly. “Do you want to go further?” you murmur, stroking his cheek with your thumb when he leans into your palm, “We don’t have to if-”

“I-I want to!” he cuts you off, his blush darkening at the proclamation. Instead of replying you lean away from him, and his hands immediately slide down to hold your hips instead. Your shirt falls back into place, allowing you to grasp it at the hem. You watch his eyes pin onto your torso as you roll it up your form, pulling it over your head with a small grunt as he licks his lips. 

The hungry look in his eyes as they rake down the newly exposed skin sends a shiver down your spine, and you bite your lip as his gaze locks with yours once more, silently asking for your permission. You take one of his hands in yours instead of allowing him to roam your form with it just yet, running the pads of your fingers over the bandages. You can feel his hand shaking as you hook your fingers under the rough material, untucking it from it’s tight wrapping.

You slowly unravel his arm, all too aware of the way his other hand is impatiently rubbing circles along your hip. He watches you closely, biting the inside of his cheek as he struggles to stay patient throughout the process. Once you’ve reached his wrist, you take a moment to raise his arm to press a kiss to the newly exposed skin, and it seems to sedate his impatient energy slightly as he blinks in surprise. He visibly gulps as you continue to press kisses along his inner wrist, trailing up with each new bit of skin that’s revealed. 

He lets out a breathy whine as you kiss his palm, keeping your gaze locked with his. “Y-Y/N, please,” he nearly whispers, squirming underneath you. You let out a gasp as his hips inadvertently rock up into yours, and you drop his hand to grasp onto his shoulders, grinding down onto him in response. He moans loudly, his other hand (now mysteriously unwrapped, when did he do that?) tightening his grip on your waist as he bucks his hips up into yours. 

He leans forward to tuck his head into the crook of your neck as he whines at the friction, his hot breaths fanning across your neck. His hands pull you down to help grind along him, and you moan out his name as he kisses your neck. He shudders against you, mouth latching onto your neck and sucking harshly.

You throw your head back, and for a moment all you can focus on is how good he’s making you feel. But the dull ache in your sex only grows with each rut of your hips, making you huff in frustration at the dragged out pleasure, too muffled by your clothes. By the time you decide to pull back from him to finally undress further, Lee is pressing heated, open mouthed kisses to your chest as he moves his lips across the parts of your torso he can reach. 

He lets out a broken whine as you finally get the strength to raise yourself from his lap, legs weak from the rising pleasure shooting through your body. He almost pulls you back onto his lap, eyes pleading, but as soon as your thumbs hook into the waistband of your pants he’s reaching back to unzip his jumpsuit instead. You shimmy your bottoms off, underwear with them, and let them pool at your ankles.

Lee is already squirming in his seat on the couch as you step out of the clothes circling your feet, his fingers wiggling as they reach out to pull you back onto his now bare lap, jumpsuit disregarded somewhere unimportant to you. You take a moment to rake your eyes down to his already twitching cock, and you nearly whine at how inviting his lap looks.

You watch his hips twitch upwards, still eagerly waiting for you to slide onto him, and you don’t waste another second before planting your knees on either side of his thighs, hovering teasingly above his tip. His calloused hands are already running up your thighs to grasp your waist, tugging you down to sink onto him, which you gladly do. 

He lets out the loudest moan yet as he finally fills you, throwing his head back as you moan out his name. He’s panting heavily as you slowly lower yourself fully onto him, and you can tell he’s barely restraining himself from fucking up into you already as you adjust to how full you feel. You shudder at the stretch of his cock inside of you, grasping onto his shoulders once more as you feel him buck up lightly, pushing himself deeper. 

“Fuck,” you whine, rocking your hips against his before slowly raising yourself up. You watch him tremble underneath you, fingers digging into your hips as you start bouncing on his lap. Your breathing is heavy as your legs shake, struggling to keep a steady pace with how close you already are. He stays planted underneath you, moans leaving his lips as his hips just barely buck to meet yours. 

“Lee, please,” you gasp out, meeting his heated gaze as he immediately focuses on you, his breathing ragged, “move.” As soon as the plea has left your lips he’s leaning back, anchoring his feet onto the ground as he finally thrusts up into you. You toss your head back as he pounds into you, wasting no time setting a rapid pace as he groans out broken syllables of your name. 

You can barely let out whines in between your breaths, struggling to stay focused as pleasure dazes you. You vaguely recognize that he’s shifting before your eyes snap open wide, a cry leaving your lips as he suddenly drives into you at a new angle, even deeper than before. You feel his lips on your neck again, leaving sloppy, breathy, open mouthed kisses along it as his warm hands fervently run along your back. 

He presses himself as close as possible to you, chest to chest as his hands press harder along your back, as if needing to feel every part of you at once. “O-oh, Y/N,” he moans out, his hips slamming up into yours as you tighten around him, growing closer to your peak. “Y-you feel so g-good, f-flower! I l-love you,” he gasps out, tilting his head up to catch your gaze in his.

You almost cum right then and there, seeing him look up at you so adoringly, his face flushed with a dazed smile. “Love you,” you moan out, struggling to find the breath to say much as he brings you closer to the edge. “I l-love you, yo- fuck- you’re so amazing-” you babble out, leaning down to messily connect your lips to his. He eagerly responds, his tongue sliding out to swirl around yours as he whines into your mouth. 

“’m close,” you moan, feeling the familiar rise of pleasure through your lower half as you near the edge of your orgasm, “G-gonna cum, Lee-!” Your cries only encourage him to slide one of his hands down to play with the untouched area of your sex, helping to finally send you over the edge. 

You hit your peak with a gasp, arching your back into him as pleasure washes over you. You tighten around him as he slams up into you, helping you through your intense orgasm as you moan loudly. His thrusts grow sloppy as you ride out your orgasm, your head lolling forward to tuck into his shoulder as you let out breathy whines at each thrust. 

He suddenly slings his arms around your waist, pulling you further down onto him as he pushes up as deeply into you as he can. He cums with a cry of your name, his whole body shaking as he empties inside of you. You can only let out another weak whine at the feeling, shivering at the slight overstimulation of feeling him fill you even further. 

He stills inside of you, breathing heavily as you both come down from your highs. You feel him nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses along your skin as you wrap your arms around him in a hug. “I love you,” he murmurs against your skin, and you can’t tell if his voice is breaking because he’s tearing up or because of the strain he’d put on it by moaning so loudly, “You are so youthful...” 

You resist a snort at the unexpected compliment, too used to how he’d spout about youth when pursuing ridiculous antics. He must feel how your body shakes from the restrained laughter, though, because he starts giggling against your neck and you finally let loose spurts of quiet laughs. “I love you, too,” you say through your laughter, pulling back to press a sweet kiss to his lips. From the tears shining in his eyes, you guess that his voice breaking was from crying, after all. 

[smallblip]

LeviHan/JeanKasa go on a double date? :D

HEEEEE! My babies! I think I hijacked it and wrote levihan meet cute because I can’t get this out of my mind! I hope this was cute for you💖

Child���s play

“But mommm!” Mikasa whines, her mother snaps her a look before she can think of stamping her feet.

“Levi is going with you or you’re not going at all! It’s not safe when it’s late! You know that!”

Levi is past protesting. He tries to be as compliant as possible, after all, his brother and his wife have agreed to let him stay in their house rent free after he got a new job in the city. He’s a thirty year old man about to accompany his fifteen old niece on a date. The word he’s looking for here is ‘chaperone’, but he hasn’t been around kids enough to know.

Mikasa huffs one more time for emphasis before she heads out for school. “We’ll meet you at the diner at five after cram classes...” Mikasa says to Levi, utterly defeated. And Levi feels bad for her really.

When Levi heads to the diner he’s surprised to see how tall Jean actually is. What’s even more surprising, is someone else bounding behind them. Another thirty year old by the looks of it. Mikasa waves Levi over sheepishly.

“Uh... Levi... Uncle Levi, this is Jean and um... Ms Hanji... She’s our biology teacher...”

Hanji extends a hand towards him and he considers for a second before shaking it. What’s this? Another thirty year old accompanying a fifteen year old on a date?

“You mean chaperone?” Hanji says, eyes blinking, and as she processes Levi’s words, a hushed “wait... This is a date?” Levi gestures for her to sit with him at another booth.

“What did you think this was?”

Levi can see the panic swimming in her eyes. “I... I don’t know? It was after cram class and I was starving and they were talking about a diner and I-“ she freezes, “oh my god... I crashed my students’ date...”

“Welcome to the fucking club...” Levi mutters.

“Thank god you’re here... Or I might have just shared a booth with them...”

Levi raises a brow, “and you would’ve stuck a third straw in their milkshake too I suppose?”

At that, Hanji guffaws. Levi smiles. And they say he has no sense of humour. They order food because Hanji is literally minutes from dropping dead.

She peers over to Jean and Mikasa when the waiter leaves with their orders.

Even from where they’re seated, they can clearly see that Jean is nervous. Poor boy is chuckling dryly at everything and tripping over what little words he manages. But Mikasa is looking at him with all the patience in the world, and she’s blushing behind her milkshake.

“Aww... They’re cute...” Hanji coos, “Jean’s a good kid...” she says.

Levi knows, sort of. Mikasa has been telling him bits and pieces about her love life and truth be told, he doesn’t know why she does it? It’s not like he offered good advice, or any advice at all. And Mikasa sure was taken aback when he had said “he sounds like a jerk...” when she had told him about a certain boy named Eren she had a crush on. But he also listens when she tells him about this new boy- Jean. Someone she’s been friends with for a while but has never really got round to paying enough attention to see that he has a massive crush on her.

“I never would’ve thought... Mikasa used to like...” Hanji trailed off, taking a furtive glance at Levi. Maybe she’s said too much.

“Eren?”

“You know?” Hanji’s eyes widen with interest.

“You know? Do teachers gossip about their students?”

She laughs, “oh you have no idea... Things get boring around the staff office most times... The other alternative would be to watch Dita scroll through thousands upon thousands of pictures of his dog... Granted it’s a cute dog but still...”

“Tell me about it... My colleague just had a baby and guess what everyone in the office has been talking about for weeks...”

“Ooof...” Hanji says. She understands. Nanaba’s just had a baby and she still doesn’t know what possessed her to show pictures of Nanaba’s baby to everyone at school. It’s just a really cute, really neat baby.

“I won’t tell anyone about this date though...” Hanji crosses her heart.

“Because if you do you’d have to tell them you crashed it?” Levi says.

“Exactly.”

—

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Hanji asks between mouths of her burger. She has abandoned the knife and fork that was given to her.

Levi shrugs. He doesn’t really want to know what his niece is talking about with what could be her boyfriend if this date goes well. “They’re playing footsie...” Levi supplies, gesturing over to where Jean and Mikasa have their ankles pressed together under the table. Jean’s saying something and Mikasa laughs. Now they’re both blushing like idiots.

They see Mikasa politely ask to pause the conversation and she whips out her phone to type something. Levi feels his phone vibrate in his pocket-

“We know you’re staring...”

—

“I think my uncle has a thing for Ms Hanji...” Mikasa says. If there’s one benefit of this entire situation, it’s that it makes for good dinner conversation.

“What?” Jean says, he doesn’t want to sound dismissive but- “with the way he’s glowering at her?”

“Oh that’s just how his face is... He’s also staring at her...”

Jean looks over to where Hanji and Levi are seated. Levi is indeed staring, there’s this look on his face that can only be described as constipated.

When Jean turns his attention back to his table, there’s an extra bit of steak on his plate.

“You don’t want it?” He asks.

“I want you to have it.” Mikasa is smiling at him and he thinks she’s his dream girl. He plucks the Maraschino cherry from his milkshake and places it in Mikasa’s.

“But... That’s the best part!” She says, confused. Jean knows. Mikasa does have a fondness for cherries.

He smiles, sure his face has gone red by now, “I want you to have it.”

—

“So why are you chaperoning anyway?” Hanji asks. Jean lives two streets away from them so they’re walking towards home. Hanji tags along for the conversation. Somewhere between the diner and home Jean has plucked up the courage to hold Mikasa’s hand.

“There’s been sightings of a weirdo in a hoodie in these areas crouching in the bushes... My brother and his wife decided it wouldn’t be safe for Mikasa to be out at night...”

They’re walking on the street across Jean and Mikasa to give them some space, and Hanji lets loose a laugh that startles everyone in the vicinity. “I think that weirdo would be me...”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been going around collecting mushroom samples. There’s a great variety growing around the different neighbourhoods.”

“And you do that in the middle of the fucking night because?”

“Because... I can’t sleep?” She smiles, and Levi is determined that she’s absolutely crazy.

“But... Maybe it would be best not to tell Mikasa’s parents that... I mean... I wouldn’t mind... You know... Tonight was nice...”

“Hanji... We can hang out without chaperoning... Besides... I think Mikasa and Jean would prefer if we didn’t tag along.”

They pause a distance from the house and avert their gazes when Mikasa gives Jean a kiss on his cheek.

“I think that’s our cue to leave them alone... Wanna walk me?” Hanji says and they only turn back to look when the door shuts and Jean stands in the corner of the street and whoops. He does a little private jig and Levi is smiling, “I think it went well...”

Levi realises the walk isn’t “just a walk”, and is actually a fifteen minute bus ride away. Hanji offers to part ways at the bus stop but the night is still young, and there’s a breeze kicking up. There’s no harm in walking. They are at Hanji’s apartment block and she’s toeing the gravel, “so... This went well...”

“It did...” Levi says, “maybe we could do this again some time...” because he’s new to this city and it would be nice to have friends. Also he had received a text from Mikasa in the middle of dinner telling him to just go for it, and maybe his niece does give pretty good advice.

Hanji is grinning, there’s a dust of pink high on her cheeks and Levi thinks maybe it’s the light. “You wanna come in? We could be a couple of thirty year olds watching reruns of Friends...”

Levi feels his heart race, he thinks it’s a little ridiculous for a thirty year old to be standing under a street lamp panicking over what may be a crush, but here he is, doing just that.

“I hate Friends...” he says, very eloquently, “but I’d like that...”

[buriednurbckyrd]

The Breakup Box (6)

Y/N smoothed her hands nervously over the skirt of her dress after she slid into the back seat of one of the sporty yet comfortable sedans at their disposal at the compound.  To her surprise Bucky opened the other door and sat next to her instead of the front passenger seat beside Steve like she expected.  

“Hope you don’t mind the company.”  He told her with a wink.  

“You know I don’t,” she replied with warm cheeks.  “I just feel bad for Steve alone in the front.”  She fiddled with the fabric again. “Are you sure I’m not over or under dressed?  Since you won’t tell me where you’re taking me?”  Bucky pulled her closer to his side and kissed her temple.  

“Doll, you look absolutely perfect.  You always do.”  

“Seconded.” Steve said as he pulled out of the garage.  Y/N met his eyes in the rear view mirror.  The heated affection in his gaze lessened some of her tension.  She startled when Bucky brushed her hair off her shoulder and almost nuzzled her neck.  

“You smell so good,” his voice was low and gravely.  “’M so glad I don’t have to hide what you do to me anymore.”  

“Buck.” Steve’s light warning came.  “We’re gentlemen.”  

“You’ve both already kissed me stupid, what are you worried about?”  Did her voice always sound so breathless?  Bucky chuckled and separated himself from her but laced his fingers with hers a compromise.  

“Maybe we have, but he’s right.  You deserve a nice first date before we forget about manners.”  He shot her one of his crooked grins that always made her heart flutter.  “My Mamma would come out of her grave and tan our hides if we didn’t properly court you.”

“I can’t decide if your chivalry is charming or damned frustrating.”  

“It’s definitely both,” Steve laughed.  “But you deserve to be wined and dined, Y/N.  And we both want to give you a little romance before the...er…”

“Fondue?”  She suggested, throwing a cheeky smile at Bucky.  

“Yeah, uh, that.” Steve cleared his throat.  “And we like spending time with you. Like Bucky said, it’s nice to have all our feelings on the table, No pretending anymore, not trying to suppress anything.”

“Gonna play footsie with me, boys?” She asked and slid her foot up Bucky’s calf.  Her nerves faded away and her normal playful side was coming back out.  There was no reason to be anxious around them, she reminded herself.  Adding romance into their relationship didn’t change their closeness, it only enhanced it.  

“There’s that feisty little kitten,” Bucky said.  “I missed her.”  

“Still finding my place in all this,” she replied.  “But don’t think I won’t put you in yours.”  Steve made a sound that might have been a groan.  

“We’re all figuring it out together, Doll.  And you’re making it real difficult to behave.” He shifted in his seat.

“Fortunately for our distracted driver, it seems we have arrived at our destination.” Bucky laughed.  Y/N looked out the window and gasped.

“This is my favorite restaurant!”  Bucky unfolded his lanky frame from the car and jogged around to the other side to open her door.  

“I guess the courting is off to a good start then.”  Steve got out and locked the car, slipping the keys into his pocket.  He held his hand out to her and smiled.

“May we escort you inside?”  Y/N took his hand and stood up, reaching for Bucky.

“You’re my two favorite people in the whole world, you know that right?”  Both men flushed and looked down at their joined hands.

“Well...we’d do just about anything for you Y/N.”  Bucky said a little bashfully. Steve squeezed her fingers gently.

“We need you to know, this isn’t us and you. It’s all three of us, together.”  The two men shared a glance and then looked back to her.  

“’Til the end of the line.” They said in unison.  The significance of their words rocked her, nearly had her stumbling over.  Unable to speak yet, she tugged them closer, going up on her tip toes to kiss Steve, and then Bucky softly.  

“I’m with you.”  She said fiercely.  She cleared her throat and swallowed the lump of emotions.  “Let’s go eat.”

…

She dissolved into a fit of giggles sitting between the two of them when Bucky speared a dolma with his fork, sniffed it and eyed it suspiciously.  

“It’s a leaf?”  

“Didn’t they have Greek restaurants back in the Forties?” She teased him.  

“Well, yeah, probably.”  He frowned.  “Did you like it?”  He asked Steve.  

“It’s good!  The leaf is just the outside.”  He reassured the other man.

“It’s stuffed with rice and meat and spices.  They’re delicious, I promise.”  Bucky looked at her warily but brought the fork to his lips and took a small bite.  He didn’t balk at the flavor and chewed thoughtfully.  He swallowed with a smile and popped the rest of it into his mouth.  

“Okay we definitely have to come back here now.”  Y/N nudged her knee against his thigh.

“Told you.”  She pushed her plate away and leaned back.  “I don’t know if I have enough room left for dessert.  And their Baklava is not to be missed.”  She pouted.  “I can’t keep up with your super solider appetites.”  

“You can get yours to go.” Steve offered.  He was still working on a large slice of spanakopita.  

“I guess I can eat it for breakfast tomorrow.”  She laughed.  “I’ll have to hide it in the fridge so Sam doesn’t find it.”

“About that…”  Bucky began.  

“Hmm?”

“What if we didn’t go back to the compound tonight?”  He asked her.

“Where would we go?  What did you have in mind?”  

“I hope you don’t think we were being presumptuous,” Steve said. “We booked a suite at the hotel for a couple of nights.”  

“For privacy,”  Bucky added.  “Alone time for the three of us.”  

“Natasha packed a bag for you.”  Steve scratched the back of his neck and blushed. “But if you’d rather just go back home it’s okay. Whatever makes you most comfortable.”  Bucky gripped her hand and she could feel his anxiety.

“I thought it might be a nice surprise, but there’s no pressure.”  

“It’s kind of nice to see you two nervous for a change.”  She grinned and took a sip of her wine.  “But you don’t need to be.  I’d love to spend some ‘alone time’ with you.”  They both sighed in relief, making her chuckle.  “Were you really that afraid I’d be mad or say no?”  

“No? Sort of?”  Steve winced and thought for a moment. “It feels like a walking a very thin line.”  He finally said.  “We want you, want to be with you,” his voice lowered.  “You have to know how hard it’s been to not just…” he trailed off and she could see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed.  Feeling bold, she rested her hand on his knee.  

“Why don’t you tell me just how hard it’s been, Stevie.”  She purred.  

“Jesus Christ,” he suppressed a shudder.  “You know what I meant.” Bucky’s lips were at her ear.

“Evil little minx, aren’t you?”  

“I don’t want you to feel like we’re taking advantage, that’s all.”  Steve gritted out.  Deciding to be kind, she backed off with a gentle smile.  

“I would never think that.”  She reassured him.  “I know your heart, Steve.”  She turned her head slightly.  “And yours, Bucky.  I like surprises, I like that you take a little initiative.  I trust you both, and you can trust me.  If there’s something I don’t like, I’ll let you know.”  They caught the double meaning of her words.  Knowing she had their attention, she continued. “Communication is key, my loves.  Don’t forget that.”  Steve fidgeted again.  

“On the topic of communication, I do want you to know something before we commit to a decision.”  His expression made her want to wrap him up in a hug.  

“Of course, you can tell me anything.”  She took his hands in hers.  

“I’ve um, never been with a woman.”  He muttered.  “I mean, I’ve been with a few women but never ahhh…in the Biblical sense.”  He looked down at their linked hands.  “I’ve only been with Bucky that way.”  Y/N was taken aback.  Not surprised, Steve wasn’t one to philander and she knew that.  She considered her response carefully.  

“That’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she said.  “And you’re sure this is something you want...with me?”  This time Steve couldn’t stop the shiver that went up his spine and barely stopped the pleasured sound that rose in his throat just at the brief fantasy that flashed in his mind.  

“I’m very sure, Doll.”  He answered in a husky voice.  Y/N slid one of her hands up his forearm and it surprised him that a seemingly chaste caress like that could feel so decadent and seductive.  

“Then I’m very honored, Captain.”  She looked over her shoulder at Bucky.  “And I definitely haven’t forgotten about you, Sergeant.”

“Never thought for a moment you had.”  He brushed his thumb over the back of her neck.  “I think maybe we all order our dessert to go and get headed over to the hotel before things get even more heated.”  

“You’re just full of great ideas, aren’t you?”  Y/N traced her fingers over the buttons of his shirt.  “I’m ready for the rest of my date.”  She bit her lip and looked up at Bucky with dark eyes.  He felt his breath hitch as he lifted a hand to signal their waiter.  

[yutahoes]

Otou-Chan

Yuta Nakamoto x Reader (Y/N) Smut

(Chapter Five)

Summary: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Warning: Fluff, Mentions of Sex, Public Teasing

Word Count: 2.6k

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5. Cinderella

This wasn't Yuta's first time in Paris, that was what (Y/N) thought when he hailed a cab and fluently asked the driver to bring them someplace. Now, she's starting to wonder about how many girls he had brought here in Paris. How many girls he had sex with. How many girls had kissed those red lips?

And she lightly felt a pang on her chest at the thought that this will indeed be a once in a lifetime event.

The cab stopped in front of fancy boutiques that made her surprised, what are they doing here? They should have gone to a restaurant somewhere and get this over with, maybe they'll have an early night out and have some desserts afterward. She followed him inside one shop, surprising her further.

Boutique shops in Paris clearly are no joke. It was now clear to her why this was called the fashion empire. The shop has a high ceiling and an elegant looking chandelier at the center which redefines the image of high-end boutiques in her mind. "What are we doing here?" she asked while holding his arm but Yuta just smiled then held her by the waist.

The ladies in waiting were looking at them that made Yuta greet them, "I would like to purchase a dress for her." he said in English that made her look at him. He's going to buy a dress? For her?

The women were clapping their hands in delight as he gave her a light nudge to follow them. This is weird, (Y/N) thought. What is this dress for? And why would he purchase such a thing like this for her?

The dress was a sleeveless black one which stops midthigh that made her in awe with it. Upon trying it on, she was surprised at how much the dress cost. She'll have to work for a year to buy just a simple dress. The dressing room door opened and Yuta was just gaping at her. She quickly noticed that he's wearing a dress shirt now and that she might be mirroring the same expression as him. She wanted him, so bad.

"We'll get that," he claimed then grabbed a heeled shoe, giving it to another lady. She asked for her shoe size and left with the same shoe that Yuta asked for.

"Do we really need to dress up for this?" she asked as she sat on the couch, the dress riding up on her thigh that made him stare while licking his lips. The lady went back with the pair of shoes and Yuta kneeled to remove her worn-out sandals and replace them with the black stilettos.

This gesture of him is so hot, she thought, why does everything about this guy screams 'fuck me'? Once done, he trailed his hand up until it reached the back of her knee, flexing her leg. She isn't imagining things but Yuta's arousal can be seen bulging in his black pants, he's fucking turned on by this and she's glad that she isn't the only one.

He pulled her up, pulling her closer by the waist and she badly wanted him to kiss her. "Do you want to skip dinner and just do this?" she implied that made him smile.

The total irony. Why does he look so adorable now? "I made that mistake once, I'm not going to do it again." He let go of her and she felt the urge to touch him again. God, why is she so desperate for him like this? "I'll just get a coat..." But she stopped him, stepping closer that they're almost touching once again. 

"Can I get one more thing?" she asked and he nodded, suddenly curious. "Color?" she asked with a hint of playfulness in her tone. Yuta may have caught it that he chuckled first before answering red and she disappeared somewhere in the store.

When she returned to the lobby, Yuta was already by the cashier and purchasing their outfits. She immediately saw him fishing out a black card and handing it out to the lady in front who thanked him. Just as she was about to give him the receipt, she quickly snatched it and grinned at the guy. He can't know about the lingerie she just bought even if it's obvious.

Yuta just smiled, handing his hand out for her to take. He got the black card and went out of the boutique holding hands. "Dinner?" he asked and she nodded, suddenly feeling hungry not just by food but because of Yuta.

--

He surprised her one more time when the cab arrived at one of the most famous restaurants in Paris. She had heard about it before since it boasts that their VIP Lounge has an overlooking view of the Eiffel Tower and the price is to the roof. "Good evening, Mr. Nakamoto." the man from the lobby greeted in English and they started conversing about the reservation he had.

"When did you get a reservation for this?" she asked, knowing full well that even though this is too high end it's not easy getting a reservation.

The man guided the two of them inside. "Earlier, when you were changing," he said that made her stunned. How did he get a reservation that fast?

She was about to speak once again when the interior made her speechless. Why is everything in Paris so fancy? The faint music made her more nervous than earlier, this is really romantic and Yuta made it happen. This isn't a normal lust anymore.

They stopped by a small table at the edge of the restaurant and true enough, she could see the breathtaking view of the Eiffel tower lights by the large window pane. Yuta, like a gentleman as he is, pulled the chair for her and even placed the napkin on her lap. "I'll come back with the menu, Mr. Nakamoto." Their server claimed and made his way through the calm dinner place.

The guy sat in front of her and she gaped at him, maybe there's a better view other than the Eiffel tower. "Do you usually do this?" she asked that earned a curious glance from him. "Take girls out in some fancy romantic shit."

He chuckled at her choice of words just as another server offered them wine. Yuta took a swig of the red wine and asked the sommelier to refill his glass. "I told you this is my form of apology and I want you to enjoy your vacation here in Paris since I'm intruding your time," he said that made her chuckle.

This is one weird way of apologizing. "If this is how you apologize then I wish you'll hurt me always," she mumbled then drank her wine.

Yuta smirked as the menu came, "Be careful of what you wish for." he whispered that made her look at him. Fuck, she's so sexually frustrated now.

She can't really focus on the menu at hand with how wet she's feeling, wanting friction between her legs. Well, two can play this game. She started giving him footsie from under the table that made Yuta glare at her. "What would you like to have?" he asked while smirking, opening his legs up to let her feet work on his thigh.

"I'll have what you have," she said then closed the menu to fully gauge his reaction. He was completely calm while giving his order to the waiter but when he asked for dessert, Yuta kindly declined that surprised her.

Once gone, he turned to her and gave her a frustrated sigh. "Can you please stop that? I might come in my pants if you continue doing that. Fuck." he said when her foot reached his hard cock, making her gasp. He is indeed hard.

The girl giggled before putting down her foot. "I told you we can just skip dinner." But he just shook her head, looking so amused at what she is claiming. "You're a tough one," she mumbled that made him laugh.

(Y/N)'s head was on her hand that was above the table, eyeing the beautiful Eiffel Tower which she can only see in pictures. She wished she had her tab or even a paper to draw the magnificent scene in front of her. She mumbled that it was really pretty and he answered that she is really pretty that made her look at him, why is he saying things that don't mean anything? Is he serious about that? Does he even want to have a relationship with her or the typical fuck boy ways? Maybe that was it.

"Are you a fuck boy?" she asked that made him surprised, looking at her as if she struck a nerve. "I mean there should be a catch. A guy as handsome as you, as rich as you, wouldn't just pick up random girls in Paris to date and have sex with unless..." He shook his head, drinking wine while keeping his eyes on her. That gaze, why is he making her this hot? Maybe, he really is a resident fuckboy.

"I'm not." he refuted then put down the glass of half-filled wine. "And I didn't pick you up..." he said while doing quotation marks with his fingers. "here in Paris, it was in the plane." he continued that made her nod. He sighed then put both his hands above the table, closing the distance between the two. "I saw you at the airport before the flight. You were shouting at that man who groped the girl in front of you." And she was reminded of what happened before her flight to Paris. At how she shouted at a certain sleazy old man for obviously touching the young girl's ass on the line. He was so embarrassed especially when the girl started crying and telling every onlooker that he did touch her. "It felt satisfying watching the old's man face when you groped him," he said with a laugh.

She laughed as well, visualizing how the man was so scared of her especially when she started touching him like how he did to that girl. "Well, he deserved that humiliation after everything he had done," she claimed then drank some of her wine.

"You're really headstrong and that made me attracted to you," he mumbled while staring fondly at her.

(Y/N) chuckled, when did being headstrong become her strong point? "Did you know that because of that I was often sent to the disciplinary office when I was young? Even my co-workers think that I'm a guy because of that." she shared that made Yuta laugh, that was perfectly plausible. She gazed at him with horror as the food came, he ordered steak? "Wait, how about the airplane seats?" she asked as he took her plate and started cutting the meat for her.

Yuta nonchalantly grinned. "I asked the stewardess to switch my seat to the one next to you. The ahjumma was really thrilled to be in the business class for that trip," he confessed that made her surprised, mouth forming an o as he handed her the plate of food.

"Are you stalking me?" she asked in surprise that made him chuckle. "So this is not a coincidence anymore?"

The guy smiled after getting a bite of his steak. "If I'm stalking you, I would have known your name already," he said while focused on his food. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him, recalling the events that happened between her and him, and realized that she hasn't said her name even once. "Don't worry, I like the mystery though," he claimed that made her laugh. "Let's just enjoy dinner first and maybe enjoy the other things later."

(Y/N) nodded, realizing that the best way to have some action going is to finish dinner early. The steak was delicious, and although she hated the mashed potatoes at the side, Yuta ordered her to eat it in a commanding tone that made her visibly shudder. Damn, he had this dominance washed on him that she wonders if he's like that in bed. Well, he did tell her that he doesn't let girls top him so he's probably that dominant. Is he sadistic though? A Christian Grey type of guy? If yes, then she's into some exciting night.

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He paid for dinner using the card once again and even fished out his wallet to get some cash as a tip to the waiter. That was too much, (Y/N) thought, but he reasoned out that she did enjoy and that's what really matters.

The rain subsided and the chilly air of Paris welcomed them when they left the restaurant. She borrowed Yuta's coat but it's still cold and she cursed the dress for making her like this. Feeling really chilly, she made an excuse to have physical contact with the guy walking beside her and he just smiled when she hugged his arm. "Are you that cold?" he asked and she nodded, "No doubt. Your hands are freezing."

Yuta held both of her hands and breathed on it to keep it warm that made her stare. This looks like a normal thing to do if you are Parisian and in a relationship with each other but none of those two applied to them. "This feels like a dream," she mumbled honestly that made him look at her, tightly holding her hands. "To see the Eiffel Tower at night, feeling the Paris breeze, eating in some fancy restaurant, and wearing a really expensive dress." she enumerated then let go of his hands, feeling chillier now that physical contact is gone. "So thank you, Yuta shii, for making my Hot Parisian Romance dream come true."

He smiled, pulling her close that there is no distance left between their body. She can feel how hard he is and realized that it might be really painful for him. "Not quite. We're not in the hot part yet." And she smiled, asking what he had in mind.

He took this as an invitation to kiss her and if they're in Korea right now, they would have gotten the ill-look of people around. It was a good thing that they're in Paris, the city of love. Once again his mouth didn't disappoint as he kissed her, holding her cheeks as he devours her mouth and tongue. "Fuck, I could kiss you like this forever," he mumbled in between kisses, holding her cheeks while giving her butterfly kisses. "I'll just get some cash for the cab then let's head to the hotel for the hot part." She smiled at the thought, holding hands as they walked the streets of Paris.

He would stop occasionally to give her a quick smack on the lips and the tingling feeling started to form in her stomach. During the past relationships, she had never been this clingy but why does this guy make her feel like this? She looked like a schoolgirl who is so much in love. She might have looked so easy for him. And honestly, she didn't care. This was the first time that someone showed interest in her like this and she liked the attention, really. So just for this night, she wanted to be Cinderella and be a princess to this guy.

Yuta pulled out his black card again, inserting it on the ATM, and even if she didn't want to, she discovered his pin as 1026. Getting some cash, that surprised her, he handed her the card and asked to put it in her purse which she agreed. He wouldn't forget about it anyway.

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Chapter 4 / Chapter 6

[sparksstreet]

will i ever stop thinking about teenage richie and eddie? richie and eddie who just recently started dating and haven’t found the courage to say i love you yet, but one night richie comes over and tries to climb through eddie’s window, but while eddie is trying to help him inside, he says something that makes richie laugh and lose his balance. so he slips off the windowsill and falls 2 floors into sonia’s rose bushes. and eddie, panicked and not stopping to think for a moment, jumps straight out after him and twists his ankle when he lands, but he still manages to get up and drag richie out of the bushes and into his car that he left parked at the curb because he’s bleeding everywhere from the thorns and landing funny and he clearly has to get to the hospital. both of them are yelling the entire drive because eddie is panicking over richie and richie is insisting that everything is fine but won’t stop asking eddie if he’s okay and trying to smoke in the backseat because “i’m dying, eds, i should get smoking rights.” and even though they’re arguing, eddie is tearing up because he loves richie so much and he’s so stupid and he just almost accidentally killed him and his ankle hurts but he’s not going to admit that to richie. eventually they get to the hospital and eddie keeps refusing to see a doctor because he knows they will call sonia and she will make him leave richie and “it’s not that fucking bad, rich, you’re bleeding everywhere and i’ll probably just get a bruise, now shut up and talk to the fucking doctor while i call your mom.” after eddie has called maggie and went and the doctors have informed richie that he sprained his wrist and his broken nose and multiple rose bush cuts are what had him so bloody, they have a few minutes to themselves. richie is about to make a stupid joke about needing some help getting himself off now that his good arm is mangled, but he notices eddie quietly sniffling as he glares at the ground with furrowed brows. “what’s wrong, spaghetti? that leg still bothering you? i might be hanging on by a thread right now, but i can probably still lug you around if you can’t walk. king treatment. only piggyback rides until you’re all healed up. or you could see a doctor like i told you, but that’s just a suggestion- ” eddie huffs and lightly shoves at the least damaged spot on richie he could reach, quietly calling him a dumbass. “i’m just... i’m sorry you got hurt because of me. it was scary and i panicked and, like, you got hurt because i made you laugh, how stupid is that? and now we’re in a hospital waiting for your parents and my mom is going to yell at me and i never want to see you hurt and bloody ever again, i mean it- ” and while eddie is just rambling and sniffling because he’s tired and hurt and worried about richie, richie is just staring at his stupid boyfriend with so much love. “hey eds?” “rich, i wasn’t finished apologizing- ” “i love you.” and eddie is finally quiet and staring at richie with wide eyes as richie turns his eyes away and picks at the hospital bed but doesn’t take back what he said. eddie’s cheeks flush and he stands up from the chair he was sitting on beside the bed and pushes at richie’s leg, silently asking him to move over. he climbs in beside richie, careful of his leg and richie’s scratches and wrist, and takes his good hand in his own. “i love you too, you know.” and now they’re both flushed in the face and glancing at each other with nervous, love filled eyes. “but i meant what i said. you get hurt like that again and i’ll kill you myself.” and richie is laughing and everything feels right. even if they’re both sitting in a hospital bed and injured because they’re a couple of morons. “okay, eds, i’ll try. but only if you get your fucking leg checked by a doctor.” “jesus christ, i’m fine!” “okay, well then you won’t mind if i play footsies with you right now?” “touch my foot and i’ll push you out of the bed, i don’t care if you’re hurt.” will i ever stop thinking about that? will i?

[butmakeitgayblog]

Ok I'm here for your requested reminder to come back to the car accident bit (which you already did) and wedding bits. Any little details about that we can hear?

Ah yes, thank you. That was the other one. Ok this one's really long too so 🤷‍♀️ and I'm like, tired af so bare with me here. Bare with me? Bear with me. ? I'm tired goodnight

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They get married in late May, after the rainy season is over but before it gets too too hot.

Clarke assumes Lexa would want a church wedding but actually no, Lexa would rather do it outside. Churches at nice but they're just... they have nothing to do with the relationship she has with God.

Surprising to everyone who isn't Clarke, Anya, or Raven, Lexa is the one who wants to plan everything. Not that Clarke isn't involved or excited, but Lexa is just really excited to do this. So she just quietly hands over the checkbook and tells Lexa to go nuts.

Except Lexa doesn't. Not really. Clarke actually finds herself feeling the need to remind Lexa that she can go for the more upscale stuff if she wants, it's ok. But Lexa just shrugs and says that stuff isn't them. They're a 'eats fruit salad in bed and plays footsie under the table' kind of couple, not fine China at holidays and brunch on a yacht.

Whatever the hell that means. Clarke just smiles and nods.

One of Lexa's friends from a her old study group has connections to a landowner that has acres of forest and lets her rent the space for a steal. It's far outside of the city and a pain in the ass to drive to, a fact which Raven reminds them of numerous times, but it's beautiful and perfect the second Lexa sees it.

Green and gold are the colors Lexa goes with for the decorations, ribbons of it wrap around trees and curl from chair backs and lattice over white pillars to create a small makeshift alter at the far end of the clearing. The runner is the same deep forest green with swirls and edging of gold leading the way forward. They string little fairy lights through the alter and the few sprays of flowers they pick out together.

This is the color palette and general look of their bouquets and floral arrangements (I couldn't find anything more specific to what I was picturing)

Reluctantly, extremely reluctantly, Lexa lets Raven and Anya go with her dress shopping.

It's a fuckin shit show.

Raven won't stop making jokes to the flustered woman helping her about the brides-to-be and their audacity to wear white with how much they go at like rabbits😒

Clarke told her it would happen. She should've listened.

Clarke keeps her own dress under lock and key until the big day, she wants it to be a surprise, but Lexa goes with something simple and decides on this

She knows Clarke's love for her collarbones and hips

Clarke however goes with this

Because she knows Lexa's love for her--... for lace. Her love for lace.

Unsurprising to literally anyone, Clarke and Lexa take the entire day off when it's time to go pick out the wedding cake. Raven of course weasels her way in and Anya just stares in disgust as all three eat the baker out of business. Lexa wants a the lemon cake because she thinks it's romantic since the first thing she had with Clarke was lemon water, and Clarke tells her in no uncertain terms they will not be getting married if she makes them get the lemon.

She concedes. It's like the only Clarke has asked for so far. She kinda has to. And wants to... but mostly has to.

They settle on a simple 2 tiered dark chocolate cake with raspberry filling and chocolate buttercream that both fully realize will be a hazard around their dresses.

Meh. Whatever.

Abby flies in along with a couple cousins. Costia is Lexa's maid of honor (Anya flat out refused before Lexa could even ask because she's not standing up there in her big ass coat while everyone else is wearing formalwear). Raven is Clarke's, but they don't have any other bridesmaids. Less than 20 are there, only their close family and friends.

They spend the night apart which both are kind of nervous about. Not because they're apart, but because leaving Raven alone with Clarke allows her the opportunity to divide and conquer and possibly throw Clarke the solo bachelorette party they had both told her fuck no to. But that's a different story.

Clarke is an hour late to the venue thanks to all that, but other than that, it goes well. Lexa almost bites it when she reaches the alter but between Costia and Clarke, it's just a 😳 worthy hiccup.

But everything else doesn't matter. Because the thing is, they're not nervous. They'd already done this alone in their room. The morning before, when they'd laid snuggled in bed, both putting off having to get up and go their seperate ways to finish planning and prepping with their own individual little team of friends, they'd recited their vows to each other, and a few more intimate oaths that were meant to stay just between them.

When it's over everyone heads out to Raven's house. There wasn't enough people to justify renting out a banquet hall or dance room, and, frankly, it would've just looked stupid. And Raven's loaded with a big house so 🤷‍♀️ here's your wedding present, bitches (she gets then other shit obviously including her eternal love and friendship. They ask if that one comes with a receipt).

The reception is nice, Raven's cleared out her entire dining room which is the size of a gd basketball court. And she had the place decorated and decked out for the party. Sound system, catering, fuckton of liquor, all that jazz. Way more than either of them had been anticipating.

Everyone gets pleasantly drunk and full while dancing and chatting, all the usual trappings of a wedding. And it does not escape Lexa that, while they are both pacing themselves, Clarke manages to keep the champagne within Lexa's reach at all times.

So it's a nice night as well.

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

bhah ch8 reread as fast as i can before ch11 arrives help

aww Dani nervous for Jamie’s big race is so cute

i love Dani’s whole photography thing n her wanting to document their lives it’s so sweet

i’m suddenly stuck on the whole blue as a theme thing n now I’m noticing it everywhere/remembering their tent was blue and now their school colours are blue and Dani’s car is blue and I think Jamie’s house is blue. and of course THE SCRUNCHIE

god I love track star Jamie

flip these two are cute together

‘a favour for good luck’ god idk why this gets me so much I think like... Dani giving her this little piece of herself is so wholesome but weirdly loaded i just love it

the carson eddie banter is so funny sdkdhfgj

Dani is such a lil ball of emotions I’m obsessed w her feeling a million things while she watches Jamie

she’s a winner baby!!

also love that this is her setting the record that was mentioned in the prev chapter we love lil details being followed through

Jamie going straight for Dani when she won god that’s so cute

aw Jamie gets a kiss (and a whole gay crisis lol) for her win how sweet

oh no the beginnings of Dani and Eddie

pls this is so soft Carson and Judy so proud of Jamie

I just ate so many carbs I am finally properly fueled for this reading sprint (solidarity w Jamie)

aw Nan quietly proud of her

fkjdfh Dani and Jamie playing footsies at the table

god Nan n Jamie are such a force together truly terrifying to be stuck in the middle of I’m sure. Also fuuuck cld u imagine grown up Jamie and Nan interacting and Jamie in particular being a bit more chilled out and them getting along a lot better but finding their way back to silly little bickering arguments that are really just them knowing they can do that w each other and still be ok at the end of the day bc they love each other ouch it hurts to think about :(

lmao Jamie losing her mind at the sight of Dani in a towel lol I can just imagine her having the same reaction when they’re together too

oooh is the watch from Jamie’s great uncle (? Nan’s brother that she was named for right?) that’s so cool

ugh I want Dani to get her travel adventures so bad

god everytime Dani touches Jamie or says something really sweet or just gives her a look Jamie is suffering so bad

THE MIXTAPE (LITTLE BLUE DUDE SCREAMING AT THE SKY.MEME)

oh god they’re really just gonna curl up in Jamie’s bed and listen to this declaration of love mixtape while Jamie plays with Dani’s hair hold on a minute wait a second

oh no the eddie of it all

aw he brought her flowers (like I am not here for their relationship overall but he does do some sweet things sometimes and he does clearly care abt her)

ugh of course Jamie helped pick them out tho this whole situation is so complicated

god I’m so sad for both of them that their relationship ended up like this. Dani loses that friendship she cherishes so much when it becomes something else she never wanted and Eddie is in love w a girl who will never love him back that way. it really is heartbreaking

oh god the house party time for chaos

Jamie my beloved. sdkjfhsdkjfh and Roger trying to put the moves on her pls this will never stop being funny to me

ugh Dani already feeling so trapped in this life I hate it I hate it

Jamie fiddling w the coin necklace while she watches Dani n Eddie together feels like... she knows she’s losing Dani on some level ouch my heart

is this when Jamie was telling Ed of for letting Dani get drunk wdjkfhdj always the protector aw

she’s still wearing Dani’s scrunchie oh my god. u may have her hand ed but u will never have her hair ties

Dani’s dress MORE BLUE

this is such an interesting event w them like they’re best friends and they’re together so much but they avoid each other for half the party it’s so like... indicative I guess of things changing between them hmmmm

cursed spin the bottle. poor Dani

the zippo lighter. i love seeing things from the box in these chapters. like a gay scavenger hunt

the inadvertent cigarette kiss oh my god. also a little bit like... Jamie just leaning into the pain huh??? I get to put my lips where her lips were but it’s around this thing that has the potential to kill me. god the implications

a little fireside cuddling w ur soulmate ur never gonna kiss how romantic

the sandalwood. I fuckin love that she held onto this scent after Dani told her she smells nice one time. gays really do be like that huh

god this really is the softest moment

christ that almost kiss is so intense how did they just carry on as normal after that I would have died

lol “did i interrupt something?” bro........

dsfkjhdkj Jamie GROWLING at him hahhahahahhaha

oof Dani just wants more of her. I love there was the mention of her carefully constructed walls crumbling and now she’s just like... in this little bubble of almost with her n trying so hard to hold onto that in any way she can

and now she’s back w eddie ouch I hate watching the things she wants slipping out of her grasp

lmao Eddie not putting his arm around Dani when Jamie is there. she really put the fear of god in him I love this angry little lesbian so much

poor Carson being dragged to sports games like “no I’m gay I can’t”

lmao the pair of them trying to be sneaky smoking around the corner (and also having more Moments god the tension of it all)

oooh this Orpheus and Eurydice ref spicy (also fuck this was the beginning of her actually losing Jamie huh god the storytelling... *chef’s kiss*)

oh no Nan :(

god Karen is so awful how could u just break the news to your kid like that

it’s only pain hours from here on out huh

poor Jamie god my heart breaks

something about Dani saying she’s sorry and Jamie just saying she has to go put Mikey to bed fucking breaks me. the fact she’s just lost everything, her home and the stability she was missing from her childhood that she got to have for such a short time, and she can probably barely even process it but all she knows is she has to take care of Mikey. fuck

god her destroying her bike because she’s just so devestated but anger and destruction is easier to feel than being sad.... ouch

“You don’t - you don’t have to feel anything right now. I’ll feel it for you. For the both of us” how dare u make me cry like this

god Jamie giving the scrunchie back feels like such a fucking sad little acknowledgement of her deciding she has to do everything on her own noooo

Dani trying to confront her mom god this is all so much for them to be dealing with I am so sad

tiny mikey saying “want nana” so much pain

Jamie just clinging to Dani when they’re sitting in the pew bc it’s the only way she can ask for help right now ow

��Don’t fight me” my fcking heart this chapter is so sad I need a drink

Jamie is far too young to be self-medicating her way through this god this hurts to read.

this chapter has such a melancholic loss of innocence vibe like going from the teenage parties and boys and track meets and only really having to worry about themselves to this massive amount of responsibility on their shoulders when nan dies (like as much as Jamie tries to push her away Dani takes on a huge burden in trying to help her too) it’s so fucking saaaad

Jamie just breaking and finally crying all this out in Dani’s arms holyyyy shit that will never not break my heart

god Jamie just. determined to raise Mikey on her own cause god knows what the alternative is :(

oof the thread of Jamie determined to fix things. baby sometimes u just cant.

Dani trying so hard to hold things together in the ways that she can :*(

god this ending I am in pain. i know it’s ultimately for the best like Jamie and Mikey absolutely could not carry on like that but.... bro... bro..... ouch

ok gonna go cry in the shower for a bit n then i’ll be back for ch9

[voiceless-terror]

Can you do 11 truth or dare confessions for jonmartin please?

Hey there, anon! Here you go. Another one of my prompts that quickly got away from me. This isn’t so much confessions as it is hijinks, and I saw ‘drunk confessions’ right below it and it turned into this.  Hope you enjoy!

Jon chooses truth. Martin chooses dare. The team goes out after work and discoveries are made.

“I love everyone in this bar!” Tim shouted to a loud cheer. It was a Wednesday night.

Wednesday.

Sasha had no idea how Tim had managed to get all of them, including one Jonathan Sims, out on the town. Something about a spider and a book and several cups of tea. Sasha hadn’t been listening.

And here they were, at Tim’s favorite Friday night haunt, downing shots and eating greasy food even though they had to report back to the institute at nine in the morning tomorrow. For Jon it was most likely closer to seven.

Jon, however, seemed completely unaware of this.

They were sitting at the bar for easy drink access. Ergo, Jon had gotten his drink refilled several times without any of them noticing. And this wasn’t including the rounds the rest of them had already bought. He must have some stress to work through, Sasha mused. He was currently hanging half-off the bar stool, staring dreamily at the lights on the dance floor as if entranced. It’d be cute if he wasn’t almost cross-eyed.

Martin definitely found it cute. He wasn’t as drunk as his boss, no, but he was well on his way. He’d done nothing but stare at him all night, nodding eagerly at his many info-dumps and pushing several plates of fried food at him that Jon refused to eat. Sasha and Tim both knew he had it bad, but this was too much to watch. 

Sasha would have to intervene and put the plan in motion. It was the perfect time- Martin wasn’t nervous or stuttering, and Jon was mellowed out on liquor, swaying gently to the music pounding through the speakers. It was now or never. She slammed her hand down on the counter, startling her companions.

“I propose a little game of truth or dare!” She gave Tim a sly smirk and his look of surprise soon changed to a mischievous smirk.

“Oh ho ho, Sasha. What a great idea.”

“We’re at a bar,” Martin argued, taking a slurp of his drink. “How is that even going to work?”

“Oh I’ll make it work, Martin,” Tim replied rather threateningly. “We’re doing this to help you. Boss, you in?”

Jon’s gaze slid over to them, clearly disinterested in their current conversation. “Hnn?” he questioned intelligently.

“Shots, boss! You in?” Tim gestured and the shots materialized as if by magic. Jon threw one back without so much as a flinch. It was a wonder to behold. Martin looked as if he were drooling. He probably was.

“Tim!” Sasha shouted, back to the matter at hand. “Truth or dare?” 

“Let’s start off easy,” he rubbed his hands together in glee. “Truth.”

“Boo,” she jeered, teasing. “Riddle me this: who is your most shameful lay from our esteemed institute?” Martin began sputtering, and Jon looked to be tuning them out.

Tim tilted his head in consideration, suddenly very serious. “Well, it depends on your criteria. Are we talking in terms of looks? Personality? General grossness?”

“Hm, let me rephrase,” Sasha didn’t want to be too mean, though she was excited to get any gossip she could. “Who is the unlikeliest one? Someone we wouldn’t guess at all.”

“Oh,” Tim leered, clearly ready to divulge something juicy. “You want me to go through the ol’ rolodex, find the needle in the sex stack.”

“Disgusting,” Jon slurred, shoving a fry in his mouth. Martin nodded in agreement, though he was hanging on every word.

“Y’know Hannah?”

Sasha searched her memory. “From Artefact Storage?”

Martin shook his head. “No, from the library.”

“You’re both wrong,” Tim raised his eyebrows suggestively. “From research.”

Martin and Sasha froze. Even Jon joined in, swiveling his head to face Tim with a look of shock. “Egg-salad Hannah?”

“The one and only,” Tim answered as the rest of the table broke out into exaggerated gagging and looks of disgust.

“Seriously, Tim? Did she brush her teeth, at least?” Martin took another swig of his drink, still in disbelief.

“Did she offer you half her sandwich when you were done?” Sasha and Martin broke out into giggles. Tim was silent.

“Oh you didn’t-”

“Fuck you, it was actually good-”

“This is why you shouldn’t have sex,” Jon nodded sagely. “It always ends in egg salad.”

“Precisely!” Martin slammed his hand down on the counter in agreement. “Wait, what?”

“Moving on!” Tim made a sweeping gesture with his hand, ending it with a point at Jon. “Boss-man! Truth or dare?”

Jon squinted his eyes. Sasha did not know if this was in concentration or confusion.

“Boss?”

“I don’t want to participate,” He took a demure sip of his whiskey and coke. “Truth.”

“Alright, alright! What is…” Tim tapped his chin thoughtfully, considering his options. “Hmm. What is something we’d be shocked to know about you? Like proper shocked, mate. What’s your weirdest secret?” He leaned in close, a patented Tim Stoker Seduction Move, complete with half-lidded eyes and a smirk. Martin shoved him off the bar in a surprising move of aggression and Sasha barked out a laugh.

“You don’t have to answer that, Jon-” Martin began to assure him.

“Yes he does!” Tim argued, leaning back in his seat and rubbing at the elbow Martin had shoved. “That’s the point of the game.”

“We shouldn’t force him to answer-”

Sasha tried to interrupt. “No one’s forcing-”

“Not yet-”

“Here,” Jon shoved his phone into Tim’s hands; it was loaded to a YouTube video of a grainy performance of some band.

“What is this?” Sasha leaned in to look along with Martin, squinting at the screen. “Is this some concert you went to?”

“You could say that,” Jon replied, oddly coy.

“Is this like steampunk?” Martin questioned, leaning in even further. “They’re all dressed-”

“Wack as hell,” Tim finished, though he was smiling. “I dunno, I kinda like them. Lead singer’s hot.”  Jon let out a drunken giggle, and this is when the video zoomed in, losing focus for just a moment before-

“Jon is that you?” 

“Don’t be daft, Martin, that’s- holy fuck that's Jonathan Sims.”

“It’s me!” Jon drunkenly whispered, almost sliding off of his seat. Sasha stared at the figure on the screen. It was Jon. Hair down, younger, and covered in makeup, but she’d recognize that voice anywhere. She looked back to her boss, glasses askew and sweater vest wrinkled. What the fuck happened to you?

He was surely going to regret this night come tomorrow.

Tim couldn’t take his eyes off the screen, currently holding it a few centimeters from his face. Martin had an intense look at odds with his loose inebriation. He turned to her, strangely serious.

“Dare.” he said, no room in his voice for argument.

“It’s- it’s not your turn, Martin,” she stuttered. “It would be Jon’s, technically-”

“I. Pick. Dare.”

Well, alright. Now or never. Jon’s revelation had forced her hand.

“I dare you…” Sasha looked over to find both Martin and Jon staring at each other, their gazes oddly charged. Martin looked like a man on a mission, while Jon seemed to be openly challenging him, eyebrows raised. Am I missing something?

“...to kiss the most attractive person in this bar!” The words had not been spoken for more than two seconds before Martin had taken Jon in his arms in a sweeping kiss, like something out of a fairytale. If fairytales involved Archivists and their assistants and took place in dingy bars on Wednesday nights. Jon’s arms immediately wrapped around Martin’s neck, dragging him deeper into the kiss.

“Finally!” Tim whooped. He’d stopped watching the video in order to document the event, phone set to record. Jon’s leg had somehow wound itself around Martin’s waist and Sasha was beginning to feel like an intruder in this very public bar. She turned to Tim.

“Wait, finally?” Sasha asked, confused. She hadn’t planned for it to go this far, or for Jon to even reciprocate. She thought she’d help Martin get a kiss on the cheek or something equally as innocent, not whatever...this was. “What do you know that I don’t?”

“Wow Sash, I thought you were the observant one,” he stopped recording, slipping his phone back into his pocket. God, when are they going to come up for air? “They’ve been playing footsie all night. It was disgustingly cute.”

“I-Jon likes him back?” she stared at the two, who had stopped kissing but were still entangled, Jon whispering something in Martin’s ear that he giggled at. “When the fuck did this happen?”

“This afternoon, I think,” Tim took a sip of his drink and threw an arm around her shoulders. “Well, I don’t know how long Jon’s had feelings. But God, you should’ve seen them today. Jon screaming about this spider and Martin just fucking smashes it with a book, decimated it-”

“But Martin loves spiders!”

“I know! But not as much as he loves Jon, apparently. Took one look at his scared little face and just destroyed the thing. I thought Jon was going to propose right then and there. Completely love-struck.”

Sasha pouted. “You know how much I hate being left out! You should’ve told me, we could’ve changed up the plan-”

Tim shook his head. “And miss out on Jon’s secret past? Perish the thought!”

“Huh,” Sasha tilted her head. “I almost forgot about that. What with all the kissing and such.” Martin and Jon were still lost in their own little world. Hopefully they’d remember it come morning, but if not-well, there’s always Tim’s video. She leaned into his side, yawning.

Tim gave her a sly smile. “Say, how’s about me and you-”

Sasha laughed, shoving his arm away. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about egg-salad Hannah-”

“That was one fucking time!”

[wtfzodiacsigns]

How to Tell the Signs Like You

Gemini: Witty and talkative. You may think they are always this way, but if they like you, you’ll see it in their eyes. They can be absolutely weird when talking to their crush. They let their guard down. They’ll try to treat you like just other friends if they don’t want to be too obvious about it, but still they’ll pay more attention to what you have to say. They can be touchy, similar to Leos, but more spontaneous. Be careful with Geminis, they look at love as an experience/adventure; they are most likely to lead someone on for the thrill of it. They’ll also be really supportive and encourage you to go after what you want. They want the best for you.

Cancer: Shy and so sweet. All of their friends are 100% aware that they like you. You can probably know more about how a cancer feels about you by observing how their friends act around you. They are not exactly coy, but more cautious; lots of soft eyes and smiles. They won’t hesitate to ask if you’re okay or how you’re doing, unless they doubt themselves. If you see them looking at you, they are trying to figure out what to say to you or a way to subtly interact with you. They fear rejection, so they are probably least likely to make the first move.

Aries: Lots of hugs. They will often challenge you, whether this is challenging your beliefs or trying to prove their worth by winning a game. They get jealous easily and may come off as harsh when they see you flirting with or giving attention to someone else. They will think about you more than they like to admit. They will want to be updated with what’s going on in your life, and will actually show interest in your routines/interactions with others. There is a good chance these guys will just tell you how they feel.

Taurus: They’ll ask for your opinions on things and will try to hold stimulating conversations with you. All of your quirks and bad habits will become cute to them. They will look at you like you are this special human being who must be protected at all costs. Sometimes they’ll make fun of you, but all good natured. You will consume their thoughts. They will compliment you on things they admire about you in an almost-manipulative way of letting you know who they want you to be. All earth signs are somewhat manipulative. Taurus’ are just so sweet when they like someone, please don’t hurt them, they constantly fear that once they open up, they’ll be misunderstood or rejected, so don’t be discouraged by a more reserved presence. This is why they want to know so much about you.

Virgo:  They will challenge you, but not in the same way that Aries does. Virgos tend to display their more negative qualities (sometimes on accident) to see if you are worth their time. They tend to be very insecure, so they need to know that you will stand by them at their worst. They will certainly pick out your flaws if they like you and may be harder on you because they want you to be the best you that you can be. They may tag along with your friend group to be around you. They often misinterpret feelings so they may share the “hot and cold” nature that Capricorns have because they are paranoid. They’ll open up to you just a bit more than they would with others. They want to make sure you stimulate them intellectually before they get too serious, this is important to them.

Leo: They’ll probably flat out tell you that they like you. Everyone within earshot will know it. They get really touchy feely and will play games with you; footsies under the table. They will say some things and you’ll be like what the fuck are you talking about, but forgive them, it’s their way of being nervous, even if they don’t know it. They’ll want to be around you. They will make more eye contact than they typically would with other people. If they really like you, they’ll adopt this special “voice” which they will only talk to you in. It’s often softer, sweeter, and really irresistible. They can be SO protective (it’s adorable)!! They also try to impress you and it may come off as arrogant, but it’s actually so cute because they just want you to see how great they are.

Scorpio: If they give you any special attention at all, this is a good sign. Scorpios are typically indifferent to people who do not interest/benefit them in the slightest. Scorpios are known for their impulsive wit and charm, but can be a bit more awkward (in a cute way) and less witty around their crush. EYES, EYES, EYES. Expect intense eye contact and lots of “subtle” staring from a smitten Scorpio. They are very protective, sometimes even possessive over their crush. Their eyes will light up with curiosity or lust at the mention of you.

Libra: This is a toughie because Libras are generally very charming and likable people.  A good way to determine whether they like you is by asking around- if a Libra likes you, they will never say no when asked by others if they like you (unless they have good reason). They will try to be around you frequently and will try to show you their best side. They will treat you differently than other people if they like you, so watch out for any soft voices or loving eyes that they save for only a special someone.  

Aquarius: They will want to hang around you. They tend to be more reserved emotionally, but will mess around with you to cope. Like Gemini, they will encourage you to go after what they think is best for you. If you are currently interested in someone else, a crushing Aquarius will not be too fond of said person and try to convince you that you “deserve better.” They will not let conversations die. Aquarians don’t have the greatest attention span so they definitely admire you in some way if they hold conversations with you, especially over text. Lots of laughter too!! Lots of staring, they probably won’t even look away when you make eye contact with them. Actually, they may just laugh out loud. They are often more courteous of you than they are with others.

Sagittarius: They try extra hard to make you laugh. They can be very childish and just want you to see the adventure in everything. They will try to impress you with their random acquired skills, which can range from being able to identify every bird in sight to the capability of balancing a pencil on their nose for several minutes. Sometimes they stutter or are shyer around the person they like, which is a telltale because Sags are nearly always outgoing or at least projective of what’s going on with them. They will compliment you a lot. They will try to be what they think you want <—-Capricorns do this too, but they merely deduce your personality and accentuate the features they think you’ll appreciate. While Sags think they are doing what Capricorns do so well, they really need to find someone who will accept them for who they are.

Pisces: Think coy and giggly. They are the ultimate dreamers and will utterly want to share these dreams and desires with you. They can be pretty awkward, but it’s cute. They’ll try to look their best around you. They get a bit shy, but are almost always in a flirty mood; lots of poking and material stealing and cute doodles. They are the epitome of a “middle school crush” if you get what I mean. The boys tend to be this way more than the girls because sometimes the girls consider it childish. Sometimes. They are most likely to stalk you on social media. Pisces flirt immensely through technology, and are great at sending cute texts or messages. This is often because they stutter or withdraw in real life. If they are single and ready to mingle, you’ll know, with frequent sighs and several exclamations of “no one likes me” followed by insecure laughter. Basically, they’re cute.

Capricorn: They will be very hot and cold. One day, they can be outrageous and flirty and coy, but you can bet your life that they will go home and overthink it and the next day they will give their utmost effort to avoid you or seem indifferent towards you. This is because Capricorns have a superiority complex, and sometimes a crush makes them feel weak; they are afraid of getting hurt so they will never act too smitten for too long. This is why most Capricorns will not admit to their feelings until they are secure in the fact that you feel the same way. A Capricorn will also try to help you and give you advice, not because they think you are wrong or in need of actual help, but because they care about your well-being and want you to live the best life you can. They will try to impress you with their unique talents or philosophies. They can be very coy and charming. Intense eye contact (they honestly believe they can seduce you with their eyes). They are chivalrous regardless of gender; they love holding doors for their crush (like literally all of them do this). Side note: they will never forget a single thing you say or do. Ever.

Source: meetthesigns

[kiwiana-writes]

18!!!! For the cuddling prompts!!!

Bless you for this prompt, Ally, you know how unbelievably soft I am for early relationship fluff! ❤️

HOW’D WE GET IN THIS POSITION for @maxbegone [rated T, 738 words]

You can read this on AO3 here if you prefer!

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Here is how being in a relationship goes, in David's experience: there's a ridiculous amount of sex, a whole lot of going to clubs where David picks up the tab and his partners pretend not to preen and pose for the paparazzi, and the occasional jaunt on the jet or one of the yachts. But eventually, all of David's too-much-ness outweighs the perks of great sex and the Centurion card, or they've hitched a private ride to wherever they actually wanted to go, or their art has been displayed in his gallery… whatever it is, after a few weeks or maybe a couple of months at the most they've gotten what they wanted from him and moved on to someone more palatable, and David is left alone with romantic comedies and mall pretzels and the aching, constant fear of dying alone.

Historically, there hasn't been a lot of curling up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and watching a movie. But they're going slow, at Patrick's request, and David is surprised to find he doesn't actually mind it. It's… nice, to just spend time with someone and laugh with them and play footsie under the table at dinner and kiss in the store after closing. Or, like tonight, to let their hands brush together every time they reach for the popcorn, sneaking smiles at each other as they do before turning their attention back to the television.

Pretending to pay attention, at least. They're watching Miss Congeniality, which Patrick to David's disgust has never seen, but David is so distracted by feeling Patrick pressed up against him from shoulder to knee that he keeps missing the best jokes. A lot of people have touched David over the years — but always with intent, always as a way to keep moving the action forward. Not like this, not just for the sake of touching. But touching Patrick is like… well, like Patrick himself. Warm, solid, dependable. Comforting.

Patrick shifts slightly in his seat so that his thigh drags against David's, making David shiver. Because they're taking it slow and it's good  — great, actually — but David does still have eyes, and Patrick has very tight jeans, and it would a lie to say he hasn't thought about Patrick's thighs once or twice or a dozen times. Just for future reference, of course.

Patrick glances over at the small movement, his eyes full of concern. "Are you cold, David?" he asks, and before David can deny it — it is, after all, the middle of July — Patrick is standing up and David misses the weight of him immediately. He disappears out of the living room before returning a moment later, a plaid woollen blanket in his hands and a surprisingly nervous smile on his face.

"We can tuck up under this, if you like," he says. David can appreciate the gesture if not the colour of the blanket, which reminds him forcefully of Stevie's bedspread and makes him wonder if there's a Plaids'R'Us store somewhere that he doesn't know about and doesn't want to. He nods, lifting the popcorn bowl and stretching the arm holding it along the back of the couch as Patrick shakes the blanket out. Instead of spreading it over David's lap, though, he sits down with his feet up on the couch and takes advantage of the space David has left with his arm to tuck into David's side, pulling the blanket over them both as he reaches up to pluck the bowl out of David's hand before he rests his head on David's shoulder.

David lets his arm hover awkwardly for a moment. In the eight days — not that he's keeping track — since his birthday they've had tentative kisses and more confident ones, run their hands over each others' arms and chests and sides, held hands on top of the table at the café.

They've never cuddled. But Patrick put himself here, in David's space, his intent unmistakable even if he never said a word.

Slowly, cautiously, David brings his arm down to settle around Patrick's shoulder. If he wasn't holding his breath he might have missed Patrick's soft sound of contentment but he doesn't, and because Patrick can't see his face in this new position he lets the grin spread across it unchecked.

David tilts his head, letting his cheek rest against the top of Patrick's head, and turns his attention back to the movie.

[Cuddling prompts] // [ASKS OPEN FOR THESE!]

[honeypiehotchner]

Deception (John Watson x OFC) -- part sixteen

Hi...uh...you aren’t going to like this part. Or the next. Don’t say I didn’t warn you! The time has come for shit to hit the fan.

Tomorrow.

           Mycroft called and said tomorrow is the day Sherlock returns. Well, the day he plans to reunite with John, that is.

           Apparently Sherlock is already in London, but he needs rest and to clean himself up before he can do anything. Mycroft has managed to make his younger brother agree to rest for the night and not cause any havoc until tomorrow. I’m not even sure why Mycroft did that. Part of me suspects it is his way of being nice, if you can believe it, by giving me one last day with John. But the other part of me wonders if he’s doing it genuinely just for Sherlock.

           His text that followed our phone call did allude to him doing it for me, but not for the reason I want. He wants me to tell John the truth about me on my own. But I can’t do that.

           Speaking of John, he’s been acting more than strange lately. Not in a way that has me concerned for his mental state, but in a way that…I wasn’t expecting.

           Just yesterday he offhandedly mentioned “our” home. As in, a house we’d buy together one day – soon, too, if his tone is anything to go off of. When I asked him about it, he said he was just rambling. But I could tell by his face that he wasn’t.

           If circumstances were different, if I wasn’t who I am and if John—Well, John is perfect. It’s all on me. If I wasn’t undercover. If I wasn’t “retired.” If I wasn’t working for Mycroft. If he and I were a normal couple, I would’ve pressed the conversation further, but I didn’t. Because I don’t know where it might lead and I’m not too sure I’d like to find out.

           I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach of where it might lead and what John might be thinking about. It’s as plain as day. For any normal couple, it’s the obvious next step, especially at our age.

Marriage.

           We can’t marry. Hell, I don’t even know if he will want to speak with me after tomorrow, when Sherlock returns and the truth comes out. I can try to dream all I want and get my hopes up in thinking that John won’t care, that his love for me will wash away the lies, but even I can’t get myself to believe something so foolish.

           He wanted to go out tonight, just to get take-away, but I convinced him to stay in with me and help me cook something. I want one last night of normalcy. One last night of making dinner with the one I love, of sharing glasses of wine and making out on the couch. Which is what I have planned.

           “You know, we could’ve gone out, and then we wouldn’t have all these dishes,” John comments, a smirk on his lips.

           I give him a look as I start the dishwasher. “I just wanted a quiet night in.” I pause. “We can go out tomorrow.”

           “Actually…” John pauses, pulling me forward by my hands until I’m standing in front of him, leaning into his body. “I have a reservation for us.”

           “A reservation?” I question, trying to keep my voice neutral. The wine is helping with that, but my heart is beginning to knock wildly against my ribcage. “Where?”

           “It’s a surprise,” he tells me, squeezing my hands. He presses a kiss to my nose. “And it’s fancy.”

           “Fancy, hm?” I giggle, shaking my head so he’ll stop peppering kisses all over my face. “Why somewhere fancy? You know I don’t mind greasy diners.”

           “Yeah, I know,” he laughs. “But we never get dressed up. I think we should, every once in a while.”

           “Hm,” I nod, wrapping my arms around his torso. I rest my head against his chest, closing my eyes. I know where this is going. And I know I can’t stop it. “What time?”

           “Is seven good?”

           I lift my head to look up at him, smiling. “Seven’s perfect.”

           John lowers his lips to mine, his hand cradling my face, his kiss tender. It’s what I will miss the most when I have to say goodbye.

+++

John wasn’t kidding when he said the reservation he has for us is fancy.

           I wore the fanciest, most expensive dress Mycroft gave me when he gave me these clothes, and I still feel out of place here. John’s in a tux, looking as stunning as ever, and seeing him this way breaks my heart into a million pieces. Still, I keep my smile steady and my hand clasped in his until we’re sitting at our table.

           We look like a proper couple. All around us, tables for two are filled with couples looking hopelessly in love, and we blend right in. Seamlessly.

           “This is too much, John,” I whisper over my menu. “You spoil me.”

           “What else am I good for?”

           I raise an eyebrow cheekily. “I can think of a few things.”

           His eyes widen in surprise, and a soft pink tint dusts his cheeks. I snicker behind the menu, holding it up like a shield against John’s burning gaze.

           “I meant you’re a good listener, get your mind out of the gutter!”

           “I’m sure that’s exactly what you meant,” he replies, disbelief covering his face. “Behave! We’re at a fancy restaurant.”

           “You should’ve known better than to take me out in public,” I tease him, my foot sliding up his leg. “You know how I am.”

           He gives me a warning look, but the fire behind his eyes is unmistakable. “You’ll be the death of me, woman.”

           “That’s the goal,” I grin, retracting my foot back into my own personal space. “I’ve never been here, what do you suggest I get?”

           John is used to my rapid subject changes by now, so he takes it in stride, pointing out a few things he thinks I’d like to eat. There’s a nervous disposition about him tonight, but my little attempt at playing footsie with him has him riled up, no doubt.

           “You know,” I lean forward, probably breaking all rules of etiquette as my elbows rest on the white table cloth. “I don’t think I’ve said it yet tonight, but you look ravishing in that tux.”

           “And you look gorgeous in that dress,” he replies lowly. “Is it new?”

           “Not at all, why?”

           “Just wondering how much you’d miss it if I rip it later.”

           “John Hamish Watson!” I hiss, my cheeks going red. He’s got a grin on his lips like he’s the cat that caught the canary and I want nothing more than to tackle him. “Well played.”

           “Thank you,” he chuckles. His hand reaches across the table, so I let him take mine. “I love you.”

           I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. “I love you, too.”

           Out of the corner of my eye, I see a tall figure walking toward us, and my heart practically punches me in the throat. After a moment longer, he turns the other way. I sigh in relief.

           I know today is the day, but does it have to be here? Sherlock must be duller than I thought.

           “Jane,” John says, pulling me back to reality. “I wanted to ask you something.”

           “Okay,” I squeeze his hand, not paying much attention. “What is it?”

           I try my best to focus on John’s words, I really do, but the tall man is back, and it’s definitely Sherlock who is definitely making his way toward our table. I catch a few of John’s praises, something about me being, “the greatest thing” or something, but I’m too busy bracing myself for Sherlock’s inevitable entrance.

           And I was right. Sherlock is duller than I thought.

           He also has an absolutely horrid French accent. “Sir, I think you’ll find this vintage  exceptionally to your liking. It has all of the qualities of the old with some of the color of the new.”

           I can’t help but laugh. Between John’s look of annoyance and Sherlock’s insanely terrible accent, it’s a comedy. A terrible comedy, but one nonetheless.

           “No, sorry, not now, please.” John looks ready to punch him. And I’m afraid it’s only a matter of seconds before he does.

           “Like a gaze from a crowd of strangers,” Sherlock continues, “suddenly one is aware of staring into the face of an old friend.”

           John stands, his fist punching the table and I know it was meant for Sherlock’s face originally, but John has gotten better at handling his temper. I think, at least, until I see the look he gives his not-dead best friend.

           Oh, fuck, we’re doing this now. Right now. Shit. Okay.

           Sherlock removes his glasses – or whoever’s glasses, they’re obviously not his, but that isn’t important – and keeps talking. “Interesting thing, a tuxedo.”

           John looks back at me. My face falls. It’s happening.

           “Lends distinction to friends and anonymity to waiters,” Sherlock says.

           “Sherlock, stop fucking talking,” I hiss, hitting his arm. The last thing I need is these two in the middle of a brawl in London.

           John’s wide eyes turn to me. “You know him?”

           “Hardly,” I scoff.

           But surprisingly, John’s focus isn’t on me knowing Sherlock. It’s on his best friend. He clenches his jaw, and every muscle in his body is being used to hold back from decking Sherlock right here in this restaurant. I’m not sure how long he’ll be able to hold himself back.

           “For two years,” John says shakily. “I thought—I thought, you were dead. Now, you let me grieve,” John says thickly, glaring at Sherlock. “How could you do that? How?”

           “Right, before you do anything that you might regret,” Sherlock says slowly, and he glances at me, as if I’m the one he needs to be worried about right now.

           It’s a momentary lapse where I’m not focused on keeping John’s anger at bay, when John loses it, and tackles Sherlock to the floor.

           It’s a mess. I scramble after them, losing a heel in the process and kicking the other off out of frustration. The owner and I pull John off of Sherlock, which is about as easy as pulling gum out of a five-year-old’s hair, and I shove him away, toward the entrance.

           Sherlock is standing to his feet with a busted lip while I run after John, reaching for his shoulder once we’re outside. John looks as if I’ve slapped him when he turns around to face me.

           “John…” I shake my head, my eyes welling with tears. “Please, love, let me explain.”

           “Explain?” He hisses, taking a step back from me. “You know him. How do you know him? Tell me. Right now, or so help me God—”

           “God’s not going to help you, John,” Sherlock interrupts, pressing his handkerchief to his lip. “And neither is she.”

           John looks ready to lunge at Sherlock’s throat again, so I step in front of him, forcing him to look at me. “Let’s go home. Let’s talk about this.”

           “We’re going to talk about it,” he says firmly. “But we’re not going home. We’re talking right here, right now.”

           “John, please,” I reach for his arm again, catching myself and pulling back. “Not here. Please. We’ve caused a big enough scene as it is. Let’s go someplace else.”

           It takes some convincing, but soon the three of us are walking down the sidewalk to a smaller restaurant. One where we’ll hopefully find some quiet.

           It’s going to be a long night.

[undergroundbandimagines]

How to Cuddle Someone: A Guide to Snuggle Up and Feel the Love

Want to know how to cuddle someone and snuggle up with them in a way that makes them fall more in love with you? Here’s the right way to do it.

I know cuddling seems like one of the most basic things when it comes to being with someone. But if you’ve ever actually done it, it can get kind of awkward. Forgo the awkward part by learning how to cuddle someone in a way that would feel comfortable to both of you.

Once you’ve been together for a while, you’ll have go-to cuddling positions. But, if you’re newly dating or just hanging out, finding the right cuddle spot for you can take some practice.

Cuddling is so important to creating an emotional bond and connection. It releases cortisol *the feel-good hormone* and is like an extended hug. But, if you are cuddling in an uncomfortable position or are too nervous, it can make you sweat, creating a more awkward moment. 

Stop the awkward! Learn how to cuddle someone the right way, and enjoy your time in each other’s arms.

[Read: How the surprising benefits of cuddling can make your life better]

Why cuddling is so important

Most solid relationships have a certain level of intimacy. Sure, that can be sexual, but it isn’t always not does it have to be. Intimacy can be holding hands, playing footsie under the table, or putting your arm around her shoulder while you watch a movie.

Although these things seem small, those little touches mean a lot. They bring you closeness and comfort. They make you feel safe. Having that physical connection, even when it is something the girl putting her feet up on a guy’s lap matters. It brings you closer emotionally, as well as physically.

If you are nervous to cuddle someone, slowly amping up your cuddling will not only help your partner to feel loved and comforted but will help put you at ease as well. The benefits of cuddling can not only improve your anxiety and nerves but can make your time together feel so much deeper.

[Read: From crush to companion – the 12 stages of intimacy]

How to cuddle someone in a way that works for both of you

There really is no right and wrong when it comes to cuddling. It is all about what works for the two of you. A position some people may love may not work for your current partner.

Cuddling is also versatile. You can cuddle on the couch while watching a movie or in bed before sleeping or after sex. You can cuddle while you’re having a deep conversation or while you’re looking at memes on your phones.

Cuddling is not just one thing. These tips can make you feel more relaxed, cozier, and help your partner or friend feel more at ease in your arms or vice versa.

#1 Start with something simple. You do not need to be touching every arm and leg. You don’t need to be spooning to cuddle with someone. Simply putting your arm around this person while watching TV so they can lean into your shoulder shows you want this person to feel close to you. [Read: These 7 types of romantic love will bring you closer together]

#2 Share a blanket. When two people are sharing a sofa and watching a movie, it can feel stiff. You might want to cuddle but not know how to start. A great buffer is a blanket.

Grab a throw blanket and share it. That will bring you closer together naturally. Slowly you can start touching legs or putting your arm around this person.

#3 Ask them if they’re comfortable. The first time I sat down to watch a movie with my boyfriend I felt like a statue. I didn’t want to lean on him or look too comfortable too early. Then, just minutes later he asked me if I was comfortable and pulled my legs across his lap.

Not only was it clear he cared how I felt, but it was a sweet gesture that avoided a night full of awkward rearranging. [Read: How to cuddle with a girl so it leads to a sexy snuggle and sex all the time]

#4 Have fun with it. Cuddling doesn’t have to be this intensely emotional time to just sit with each other unless you want it to be. You can tickle each other or goof around until you naturally fall into a position that is comfortable for both of you. [Read: How to be better at dating and enjoy every step along the way]

#5 Be smooth. Being smooth is not for everyone. Some people thrive on their awkwardness. If you’re a guy, work your way into cuddling by putting her hair behind her ear or even telling her that the color she’s wearing looks good on her.

#6 Check-in. Cuddling does not mean you find a comfortable position and stay like that for hours. You can move and change positions. What works best is not always the most clever or natural. Sometimes things are awkward.

My boyfriend and I will be cuddling, watching a movie and his arm will fall asleep under my neck and he’ll have to pull it out awkwardly. That is okay. Sometimes when we’ve been cuddling for a while I’ll ask if he’s comfortable or if I’m crushing his arm just to check in and let him know I want to make sure he is just as comfortable as I am.

#7 Switch places. Sure, traditionally a guy holds the girl, and he would be the big spoon who supports the girl’s weight. But we’re well into two decades of a whole new century! Switch it up. My boyfriend is a foot taller than me, yet he lays on me and uses me as a pillow. It is one of my favorite ways to cuddle. Whoever is taller, bigger, or a man, does not need to be the big spoon.

#8 Let the girl lead. Just because you’re the guy doesn’t mean you must make the first move, cuddling or otherwise. You can let the girl take the lead. Maybe she grabs your hand or leans against your arm. Let her make you comfortable and take the lead.

#9 Add a pillow. As sweet and loving as cuddling can be sometimes, it just isn’t that comfortable. It depends on your body types, where you’re sitting, and more. Grab a pillow, lay it in your lap, and ask if your partner wants to put their head down.

#10 Make it snack time. Snacks and cuddles are not mutually exclusive. Grab a bowl of popcorn or even some ice cream. If you’re sharing and you’re holding it, you have to be pretty cozy for your partner to get to it. [Read: How to sweet talk a girl and make her melt into you]

#11 Pets make it easy. If you are lucky enough to have a cuddly cat or dog, have them join the cuddle session. Pets make everyone eager to cuddle. So, if you’re nervous about cuddling, just have your pet do the heavy lifting.

#12 Just go for it. Worrying too much about how to cuddle someone can drive you nuts. If you are too concerned about how you smell, if you’re sweating, or if you seem awkward, you’ll make it worse by waiting so long to go in for it.

Just take a deep breath and put your arm around your cuddle partner, pull them into your chest, or even hold their hand. If they want to cuddle even more, your partner will make it known.

[Read: The best cuddling positions that’ll make you a much better cuddler]

Learning how to cuddle someone is all about trial and error and what works for your individual comfort. There is no right or wrong way to cuddle someone as long as you are both enjoying it.

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Matched Task 8: Character Development Meme Week 4

1. How does your character define ‘family’?

She defines it by her closest relatives (parents, siblings, cousins, etc), her wife and friends she’s had since she was young.

2. Does your character forgive easily for transgressions, intentional or accidental?

I think so yeah. She will probably make a big deal out of it, first. Let it out of her system, but she’ll move on fast

3. What’s the best way to keep a friendship with your character?

Be funny. Like to go out and socialize. Do adventurous things. Have interesting hobbies.

4. Does your character have a lot of friends or few friends?

She has a lot of friends. Good amount that she’d call her core group as well.

5. Who are your character’s closest friends?

She has a group of friends she made in high school. About 4-5 she still see’s twice a month, and keep in touch through social media. And then 2-3 people that she’s met at parties at some point and ended up really clicking.

6. What’s one short term goal they have for themselves now?

Get rich again, somehow. Get her parents to let her have some money.

7. What do they do when they fail at something they meant to succeed at?

There aren’t a lot of things she’s failed at. She’d probably get frustrated and never try again.

8. It’s your character’s birthday! From the moment they wake up to the time they go to bed, what are they doing to celebrate?

She wants breakfast in bed, she’ll force whoever’s available to get it for her. Before it was her sister or friends, now it’ll be Dani’s turn. She’d dress up with something she loves, go out for lunch with family, probably do some shopping afterwards. Then at night, she’ll go out clubbing with friends.

9. Who is a celebrity (living or dead) that they would like to meet?

Probably Dwayne Johnson. She thinks he’s super cool.

10. Your character just won tickets to see their favorite band/artist (living or dead). Who are they going to see?

Rihanna or Ariana Grande.

11. Do they watch/go to the movies often?

She likes movies, technically. But doesn’t have the attention span for them at times. And she’ll probably end up asking the person she’s with a lot of questions.

12. Do they enjoy reading books?

She likes magazines, and that’s it.

13. Is it easy for them to become involved with someone (friendship or otherwise)?

Yeah, if she’s interested in a person, she’ll make it happen. 

14. What qualities do they like in others?

Sense of humor, confidence, an adventurous side.

15. What in others turns them off?

Meek or nervous people. Or people who take things too seriously.

16. Do they like to be romanced? Would they consider themselves a romantic person? Do they try to be?

She loves it, but she’s not the best at reciprocating. She likes to be the whole focus. She’s gonna have to learn how to show her love in different ways.

17. Do they like nicknames or pet names/have special names for themselves or whomever they’re with?

Yes, she constantly uses pet names for everyone.

18. Do they get jealous easily? Do they have insecurities for themselves when it comes to relationships?

No, not really. She thinks that whoever’s with her  is the luckiest person in the world, and they’d be fools not to realize it.

19. What is their favorite intimate gesture (hugging, hand-holding, playing footsie, cuddling, pecks on the lips, making out, foreplay, sex, etc.)?

She likes hugs

20. What is the most special thing someone else (who is not family) has done for your character?

Nothing too sentimental, but she really loves it when one of her friends invites her on a trip and she doesn’t have to pay for it.