#she finds his dorky little jokes so so charming

[passiunclepaltry]

if golbetty is really omnipotent and whatnot . she woulda giggled

[sissylittlefeather]

Puppet on a String: A Rusty Wells Story

A/N: Girl Happy is one of my favorite Elvis movies and Rusty is one of my favorite characters. I had to write him a fic! I've been kicking around this idea for a long time. Hopefully you all like it!

Special shout outs to @ccab and @atleastpleasetelephone for listening to me bitch and moan and helping me when I got stuck over and over and over again with this one!

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, cussing, kissing, fingering, oral sex (m & f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, also teasing, light edging, and a fistfight, so mentions of a bloody nose

Word count: ~5.5k

Here's some Rusty to get you in the mood:

When Rusty promised your father to go to Fort Lauderdale to supervise you, he had no idea what he was in for. He'd seen a picture of you and you looked rather nerdy, so he wasn't worried about it taking up too much of his time. Then, when he saw you in Florida, looking just as dorky as your photograph, he breathed a sigh of relief and gave himself permission to play shows, pursue other girls, and leave you to your books. 

The girls had brought you along not as a friend, but as their tutor for the week since exams were not long after the Easter holiday. You were excited for the opportunity to go to the beach and didn't realize what it would mean to be there with them. They were perfectly content to leave you alone in the room every night as they went out and had fun with all the boys that chased them around during the day while you went unnoticed. 

On the third night of the 10-day holiday, Rusty gets an angry call from your father. 

"She said she hasn't had any fun at all! That she just sits in her room all the time!"

"Sir, I-I thought you wanted her to be safe?" Rusty answers nervously. 

"I do! But I also want her happy! She was in tears! When I call her tomorrow, she better be in a much better mood or I guarantee you won't be." 

"Y-yes sir. She will be." 

******

The next day, Rusty sets out to find you and try to make sure you have at least a little fun. This is too important to trust one of his friends to get it done. However, he can't remember which room you're staying in. Eventually, he asks one of the girls he knows you came with and she looks at him like he's grown horns. 

"You want y/n? You?!"

"Yeah... I just... what room is she in?" 

"She's in room 220. Either reading or crying. That's all she ever does." The girls look at each other and snicker. Rusty takes note of how they talk about you. It seems a little rude, since you're there to help them. 

"Thanks." He walks away toward your room. Before he knocks on the door, he presses his ear to it and hears what sounds like sniffling. He peeks through the window and sees you sitting on one of the beds, tears running down your cheeks. Some part of him softens and he's overwhelmed with a need to hold you in his arms. He shakes his head and tries to focus on the task at hand, knocking softly on the door. It takes another few minutes and two more knocks from him for you to finally open the door. You've wiped your face, but he can still tell your nose is a little red. 

"Hi. I'm Rusty Wells. Me and my combo play down at the Sandbar Club every night. I wondered if you might like to come with me to the beach?" He says it quickly, smiling and trying to lay on the charm. 

"Me? Why? Are you making fun of me?" You look up at him curiously. "Did the girls put you up to this?"

"No! I-I just... come to the beach with me. Or we can go sailing? Or rent a motorcycle? Whatever you want, honey." 

"Why?" You narrow your eyes suspiciously. 

"Can't a guy ask a pretty girl to go to the beach without getting a million questions?" 

"Ha! A pretty girl? Now I know you're up to something. No thanks. I don't want to end up as the butt of anyone's jokes." You go to close the door and he stops it with his hand. 

"Look, listen. I need to take you out. So will ya just...? Okay?"

"You need to?"

"Yes. I'm here because I work for your dad and he sent me to make sure you're safe and happy-"

"My father did what!?"

"He just cares about you and wants you to have a good time, okay? I told him I'd make sure you do. So will ya please just come with me to the beach or somethin'?" You look him up and down skeptically. When you think about it, it's kind of sweet that your dad cares enough to make sure you're safe and happy. And this Rusty character doesn't seem too bad. He's really cute and a part of you wishes he actually just wanted to hang out with you. Maybe you can spend an afternoon with him and satisfy your dad. You can declare the trip a failure and go home tomorrow. Then at least Rusty can say he tried and not get in trouble with your father. 

"Okay, then. But not the beach. Let's go sailing. I've always wanted to go sailing." Rusty smiles, relieved that you finally agreed. 

"You got it, honey. Let's go." You go back into your room, smooth your hair, and put some fresh powder on your nose. Then, you grab your purse and head out the door to go sailing with Rusty. 

******

Much to his surprise, Rusty genuinely enjoys your company. You're funny in a way he's never experienced with a girl and he finds himself laughing more often than he expected. He's also surprised by how attractive you are with your little glasses and clothes that look like they could've belonged to your mother. Your smile is sweet and your eyes sparkle when you get excited. It's unexpected, but he actually really likes you. He only intended to spend a few hours with you, but before he knows it the sun is setting and it's time for him to get ready for that night's show. Then he says something that shocks even him. 

"Come to our show tonight."

"Oh, no, I couldn't possibly. I'm sure you want to take a real date." He realizes that you don't think of yourself as a real date and he kicks himself for telling you about working for your father. 

"No, really. I do this song called 'Wolf Call', I'll come get you out of the crowd-"

"Rusty, it's okay. You don't have to do that. I had a great day with you. I promise I'll tell my dad I had fun. You're off the hook for today." His smile falls a little and he nods. You'll never take him seriously now. 

"Well, alright then. What will you do tonight?" 

"Oh, probably just read. It's fine. Thank you for a wonderful day."

"Yeah, you're welcome." You take your purse from him and go into your room, shutting the door before he can say anything else. He stands outside your room and is startled when he realizes he's wishing he could've kissed you goodnight. 

******

The next day, he knocks on your door and offers to take you out like he did yesterday. You know he's going to have to report back to your father, so you agree to go with him once more. He tells himself he's only doing it as part of his job, but in reality he just wanted to see you. At the end of it, he tries again to get you to come to his show, but you decline and settle in to read for the night. 

This pattern continues for the next few days. Rusty knocks on your door in the morning and you spend the day together. In the evening, he tries to convince you to come to the show and you decline. 

It's not that you don't want a date for the evening. You'd love to go out with a boy who is actually interested in you, but you never get attention from anyone other than Rusty and you know that's just because he doesn't want to upset your father. Maybe he can be helpful, though. He is a guy, so he should know what you need to do to be noticed. You start to work up the courage to ask for his help. 

By Thursday, Rusty decides he's going to insist on you joining him for the evening. He enjoys your company so much during the day that he actually finds himself missing you at night. He knocks on your door determined to get you to believe that he really likes you. 

"Hey, honey, I need to talk to you."

"Good. I need to talk to you too." His heart skips at the possibility that you might want more from him. You grab his hand and pull him into your room and he can hardly breathe. 

"I need-"

"Please come-"

You start talking at the same time and both stop. He gestures for you to keep going, so you do. 

"I need you to help me. I want a date tonight, but there's no way I'll get one looking like this."

"Oh... I-I think you look just fine... in fact-"

"No, Rusty, you don't have to be nice. It's okay. I know you don't want to actually go out with me." His heart sinks. 

"But, I-"

"Please help me. Help me know what guys like so I can find a date." He swallows his disappointment and nods. 

"Alright, then. What are you thinkin'?" You take your glasses off and toss them on the desk and he sighs. He thinks they're cute. 

"There. Now what?" He swallows the desire to say that nothing about you needs to change. 

"You need clothes that'll show off your figure. Something tight or short or both." You go to your roommate's suitcase and throw it open. 

"She said I could borrow anything. What do we like?" He reluctantly walks to the suitcase and pulls out some garments. 

"Try this." He hands you some short shorts and a cropped tank top and swallows deeply, trying to imagine what you might look like. He's never seen you in anything that shows your body, even on the beach you wear an oversized coverup, so he's not even sure what to expect. You smile and head into the bathroom with the clothes. He sits on the side of the bed and fidgets with his fingers in anticipation. When you finally open the bathroom door and step out, he has to actively remind himself to close his mouth. 

"Well? What do you think?" You spin in a slow circle and his heart skips. You have a beautiful body and all of a sudden he can't stop imagining you with no clothes at all, pressed against him and whimpering. He clears his throat and adjusts himself quickly while you're facing away. "That bad, huh?" 

You turn back to face him and assume it must be terrible since he hasn't said anything. Your eyebrows are raised and a lump begins to form in your throat. You're not sure why you want him to like the way you look so badly. Spending so much time with him has you confused and wishing it wasn't all because of your father. 

"You look..." He can't even finish the sentence. Instead, he wants to just wrap you in his arms and show you what he thinks, but that's not what you want. 

"Ridiculous, huh?"

"No! Not ridiculous at all. I-"

"If you didn't know me, would you think I looked good?"

"Yeah. I think you look amazing. That's... wow..." You roll your eyes. He really is so very sweet. 

"You don't have to lay it on that thick. It's okay." 

"No, I'm serious." He stands up and walks over to you, looking down at you. All of a sudden there's an energy in the air and it feels like he might kiss you. Just as you close your eyes to let him, the door of your room swings open. 

"Oh, wow! Y/n, you look incredible!" Rusty jumps back and your roommate walks to you. She's tired of the way the other girls have treated you this whole time. After sharing a room with you she's realized you're more than the bookish nerd everyone sees when they look at you. "I'm going to do your hair and makeup. Then you're coming out to the beach with us today. It's time you had a little fun too." 

You look over at Rusty, who is trying desperately to hide his disappointment that you won't be spending the day with him. 

"Rusty? Do you mind if I go with the girls and try to pick up a real date?" That hits him like a slap in the face and he shakes his head silently. 

"No, that's fine, go with the girls. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Maybe! If I find a date then you don't have to worry about me anymore." His heart sinks even further. Then you run to him and kiss his cheek and he feels like he can't breathe. "Thank you, Rusty. You're really very sweet." 

He nods and then turns and walks from the room. Rather than heading to the beach, he lays on his bed looking at the ceiling and wishing he hadn't told you about your father. 

******

He doesn't see you all day and there's a growing feeling of emptiness in the pit of his stomach that he can't explain. Even flirting with the other pretty girls feels flat. At the show, he tries to play enthusiastically, but he just wants you to be there. 

You eventually do appear and his eyes light up. But his hopes are quickly dashed by the group of boys that surrounds you, all fighting for your attention. With your hair and makeup done and a cute little dress on for the evening, you're positively stunning and the guys are excited that there's a new girl to pursue. They fall all over themselves trying to impress you. At first, you weren't sure what to do, but you've adjusted to the attention pretty well by the time you make it to the show. You look around demurely at each guy and respond flirtatiously, giggling and sipping your drink. 

Rusty watches this scene and a burning feeling of envy rises inside him. He noticed you first. And all these other guys just want you because of the way you look now. There's more to you than that and he seems to be the only one that cares. He swallows the lump in his throat and tries to keep singing, but the bubble of rage inside him just keeps growing. 

You sit at the table with the guys surrounding you, desperately trying to figure out which one you like best. None of them really stand out, though. In fact, the only one you really want to talk to is Rusty. You look up at him on stage and he looks so good in his red shirt and black pants. If only he would actually like you. There was that moment in your room where you thought he might kiss you. Still, he probably was just caught off guard by the way you look in these clothes. For some reason you want him to like you for who you really are and not just how you look. You're brought back to reality by one of the guys putting his hand on your knee. 

"Didja hear what I said, baby? My father owns a company in Detroit." 

"Mmm." You nod genially and try to refocus on the men that are all trying to talk to you at once. It makes you uncomfortable that this one in particular is touching you, but you figure that's just part of the game. You turn to another guy and smile, trying to listen to whatever he's saying. But when you do, the one slides his hand further up your thigh and squeezes gently. You jump a little and turn back to him with your eyes wide. 

Your discomfort does not go unnoticed. Rusty is keenly aware of the way this guy is touching you. He watches you closely to gauge your reaction. If it seems like you like it, he'll have to find a way to let it go, but if you don't...

"Please move your hand." Your voice shakes as you say it, but you try to be firm. 

"Aww, baby, come on. You mean like this?" He slides his hand even further up your thigh, so that his fingertips are under the hem of your skirt. You gasp and try to wiggle away, but he presses his hand up even further. 

Before you can say anything else though, Rusty is there. He drags the handsy guy up by his collar and punches him hard in the face. 

"Rusty!!" The other guys jump into the fight and in a flash it's four against one as Rusty tries to fight them all. He holds his own fairly well, but after a few seconds, he's overpowered and knocked to the ground with a bloody nose. You rush to his side and the other guys all exclaim and try to get your attention. Ignoring them all, you pull Rusty up off the ground and manage to get him to his feet. 

"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to ruin your date.” He pauses and looks around. “Dates?"

"Nonsense. Let's just get you cleaned up." He smiles down at you gently as he leans on you. He can walk just fine, but he's taking advantage of the opportunity to have his arm around you. Something about it just feels right. 

When the two of you get back to your room, you open the door and get him inside to sit on the couch. His knuckles are banged up and his nose is bleeding pretty good all over the front of his shirt. You quickly grab a towel and stuff it under his nose and then find a first aid kit to clean out the cuts on his hand. It takes a minute, but you eventually get him squared away and then collapse onto the couch next to him. He pulls the towel away from his nose and looks over at you. 

"I think the bleeding has stopped."

"Good! What on earth were you thinking?!" He looks at you sheepishly. 

"I was thinking you didn't like being touched like that and I wasn't going to just stand there and let it happen." You melt and look up at him. 

"Thank you." He smiles softly and then looks down at his hands in his lap. 

"I'm sorry I messed up your night, though. I know you were trying to-"

"It's okay, Rusty. I'd rather be here with you anyway." He looks up at you quickly. 

"Y-you would?"

"Yeah. Because I can do this." You walk over to the desk and grab your glasses, putting them on your face. "That's so much better. I can see. I couldn't even tell if those guys were cute!" 

He chuckles as you sit back down on the couch next to him. You sigh and look down at the floor. 

"Sorry; I know that kind of ruins the illusion." He tries to catch your eye and eventually does. 

"No. Don't apologize. I like you better like this."

"Wait, really?" There's a moment of silence as his eyes flick between yours. Then, he whispers. 

"This is how you looked when I fell for you." He looks up at you through his eyelashes and your heart flutters. 

"Oh, Rusty." His eyes drop down as he prepares for the disappointment. You put a finger under his chin and make him look up at you again. "I'm falling for you too." 

He blinks as his heart pounds and he tries to process what he's just heard. 

"You're-?" But you interrupt his sentence by leaning in and pressing your lips to his. He winces a little with the pressure against his tender nose and you pull back abruptly. 

"Oh! I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking..." He shakes his head quickly. 

"No, it's okay. Do it again. Please." You smile and lean in again, kissing him as softly as you can. You hover above his lips and whisper. 

"We should get you out of that bloody shirt." He nods and lets you unbutton it and push it off of his shoulders, dropping it on the floor next to the couch. Your fingers go directly to the patch of hair on his chest and he shivers a little. He covers your hand with his and then pulls your fingers to his lips and kisses them gently. Without another thought, you crawl into his lap to straddle his hips, your skirt riding up so that you can press yourself against him. When you feel how hard he is, a soft moan escapes your lips. 

"Is this just because of the way I look now?" He puts his hand on the side of your face and looks into your eyes sincerely. 

"Honey, I've wanted you for days. You're just so stubborn; I couldn't get you to believe me that I meant it." You breathe out a laugh. 

"I am kind of a pain in the ass, aren't I?"

"The most beautiful pain in the ass I've ever seen." He runs his thumb over your cheek affectionately. 

"Rusty, I..." You roll your hips forward against him and whimper. "I want to do this... I do... I just don't know how..." 

"Is this your first time?" He raises his eyebrows. 

"No, not that. It's just never been very pleasant and... I want to enjoy it... with you..." He relaxes and softens. 

"Oh, honey. I promise I'll make it nice. If that's what you want." You nod almost frantically. 

"I do. Please." He smiles and kisses you gently. His hands run up under your skirt and he looks to you for permission to take your dress off. You nod and he slides it up and over your head. He goes back to kissing your chest, pressing his lips to the soft skin of your breasts as he removes your bra and lets that hit the floor too. You run your hands in the back of his hair and he moans quietly. After a few more seconds, he stands up from the couch, keeping you wrapped around him, kissing you over and over until he makes it to the bedroom. You whimper softly as he lays you on the bed, moving his lips down your neck to your collarbone. 

"Honey, I wanna taste you. Would you like that?" 

"I-I-I don't know. I think so?" A small feeling of fear rises in your chest as you grapple with not knowing what to expect. He picks up on your nervousness and gently moves your hair out of your face, stroking your cheek softly. 

"Okay, baby, you just relax, okay? I'm not gonna hurt ya." You nod, breathing deeply, and he continues kissing down your body, grazing his lips over your stomach to your thighs.  Your back arches involuntarily as you feel his lips on your legs and he pushes them apart to settle in between them. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby." 

"Yes, Rusty..." You whimper as he slides your panties down your legs. Some part of you feels like you should be embarrassed to be this exposed, but for the first time you aren't. Something about Rusty makes you feel at ease. 

"You're so pretty, honey. I'm gonna put my mouth on ya now. You just let me know if you want me to stop." 

With that, he presses his tongue to your center and you moan loudly. Nothing has ever felt this good before. He moves his tongue over and around your sensitive bud and electricity gathers in your hips. Another moan escapes you as he licks and sucks your clit feverishly. More electricity builds and he moves on you with more speed and intention. 

"Oh God... Rusty..." You're not sure what is about to happen, but it's like you're on the edge of something as he slides one of his long fingers up into you and tickles a specific place inside you. He feels your pussy tighten and moans softly. 

"Let go, baby... you're so close."

"Close to wh- OH!" You whine loudly as your orgasm crashes into you, washing over you in tantalizing waves of intense pleasure. He licks and finger-fucks you through it and you pulse and writhe and grab at the sheets. Finally, you start to come down and he backs off of you, lips glistening. 

"What was that!?" You ask enthusiastically. He smiles and chuckles a little. 

"Baby, I thought you said this wasn't your first time?" 

"Yeah, but that's never happened before. No one's ever... I mean... not with their mouth..." He kisses the inside of your thigh affectionately and then moves back up to lay next to you, rolling over and holding your face in his hand. 

"Honey, I don't know what kind of... boys... you've been with before, but a real man should always make you feel this good. I will always make sure you feel this good." 

You look up at him and resist the urge to blurt out that you love him. Instead, you pull him into a kiss and he moves his hand down to your hip, pressing his body against yours. He rolls his hips forward so that his erection grinds against your thigh and you gasp. 

"Rusty..."

"I'm sorry, honey. I-I-I-"

"It's okay. I wanna make you feel good too." You run your hand down his chest and stomach, following the trail of hair under the front of his pants and take his cock in your hand. The mild shock that he's not wearing underwear fades quickly when you notice that he whimpers and bites his bottom lip as you touch him. 

"You really don't hafta-"

"Shhh... let me take care of you." He whimpers again and his hips buck into your hand as you stroke him, moving his foreskin back and forth. "Take your pants off." 

He quickly and obediently removes his slacks, trembling slightly in anticipation. You press hot kisses to his chest, moving down his stomach to just below his bellybutton. He looks down at you, eyes dark with desire, and runs his hand in your hair as you take the base of his dick in your hand and lick directly across the head. 

"Oh, fuck, baby..." You smile at his reaction and then pull him fully into your mouth. This part you know how to do and you can't wait to see him come undone with your efforts. You lick up the bottom of his shaft and then open your throat and press your nose into the soft patch of hair around his cock. He holds a handful of your hair and does everything in his power not to thrust into your mouth as you bounce up and down on him. The skill with which you suck him off surprises and impresses him and he moans and grips the sheets with his other hand. You keep working him with your mouth, your hands on his hips to keep him still. 

"Oh, baby..." He shudders as you pull him deep in your throat again. "'M gonna cum soon." 

You back off of him and sit up, stroking him teasingly slowly with your hand. 

"Not until I say so, you're not." You smile down at him devilishly and he groans. 

"Oh, you little minx. You gonna get feisty on me?" You giggle and lick your lips sensually as you move your hand a little faster. 

"You want me to stop teasing you?" 

"No. Fuck no." His hips buck again as he begs for enough friction to reach the orgasm that is so close he can feel it in the base of his dick. 

"Okay, how about this then?" You move to straddle his hips and then rub the tip of his cock along your entrance, where it slides over your slit easily with the wetness gathered there. He whimpers and holds your hips with both hands. You sink on him just a bit, pushing the tip of him inside you. 

"Oh God, honey, please." The sight of him whimpering and begging turns you on so much more than you ever dreamed it would. You've never taken control like this before, and certainly haven't ever had the confidence to tease anyone, but Rusty is so sweet and giving that he brings out a side of you that you didn't even know is there. He also seems to be enjoying it just as much as you are. His cock is rock hard and he sweats and pants with his eyes rolled back and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He's beautiful like this, all flushed and needy. 

You slide more of him inside you and he gasps. Your pussy is deliciously tight around him, the little sounds that fall from your lips driving him even more crazy. He's overwhelmed with the thought that he'd like to feel you like this forever and a shiver runs through him as he bites his tongue to keep from whispering that he loves you. 

Finally, you push him into you fully and moan with the sensation of being filled so completely. His dick is perfect to hit all the right places inside you. Lifting your hips, you drop back down onto him and he groans loudly. 

"Baby, I'm so close."

"Mmm not yet. Can you make me cum again? Without your mouth?" You're not sure what's come over you, asking for it like this, but it's like the words are out of your control. Luckily, he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, it appears to be just the opposite. He smiles and licks his thumb, moving down to your center and rubbing circles on your clit. 

"Like this?" 

"Oh, God, yes..." You hiss as the feeling of his thumb on you combines with his cock pushed up inside you. "Fuck..."

He laughs a little at your cussing. He's drunk on you, drunk on your pussy, drunk on the way you make him feel, drunk on the need to be with you like this for the rest of his life. His orgasm is so close he feels like he might explode if he doesn't move soon. He pulls his hips back a little and thrusts up into you and you gasp. 

"Not until... I cum..." He whimpers and moves his thumb with more urgency. Your pussy tightens around his dick and he almost screams with the need to climax. 

"Y/n... please..."

"So... close..." He feels your walls begin to pulse around him and you throw your head back and cry out his name as the release finally washes over you, energy thrumming through your body from head to toe. "Now!" 

You don't have to tell him twice. He grabs your hips and lifts you just enough to pound you from underneath. His rhythm is erratic and frantic and it only takes a few seconds for him to slam into you one last time, cussing and moaning as his cock throbs inside you, shooting you full of his warmth. Eventually, his whole body relaxes and you collapse on his chest, both of you spent and breathing heavily. 

"Goddamn, baby."

"Yeah. Wow." He slides his softening dick out of you and settles you beside him with your head on his chest. "Rusty, that was..."

"More pleasant? I hope?"

"That was fucking incredible." 

"Two orgasms and you turn totally wild on me." 

"I'm sorry. It's true. I just never knew it could be like this." 

"Well, you're not wrong, honey. And I'm not complainin’. It was incredible for me too." You look up at him from his chest and he leans down and presses his lips against yours. After a few more minutes of laying there together, you go to get up and reach for the phone. He looks at you puzzled. 

"Baby, what're you doing?"

"Gotta tell my dad about this." He laughs and wrestles the phone out of your hands as you giggle and he puts it back where it belongs. 

"Although, I probably do need to talk to him." He says it quietly and you raise an eyebrow. 

"Why?"

"I need his permission."

"Rusty..." He looks at you for a second and decides he can't hold back any longer. 

"I love you, y/n. I'm in love with you. I think I finally found what I've been looking for on all these Easter vacations. I-I-I'd like to marry ya, if you'll have me?"

"Rusty, we just met." His face drops. 

"Is that a no?"

"No! It's a not yet." He looks away and nods. You grab his chin and make him look at you again. "But it's also an I love you too." 

"It is?"

"Of course it is." He smiles and pulls you into a deep kiss. When he backs away, he presses his forehead into yours. 

"Baby, I'm yours. You just let me know when you're ready. Until then, you can have me any way you want me." 

And that's exactly what you do.

******

The End

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Imma be boring at first and just ask you the same question back: What are you five favourite things about Colin and Pen’s relationship?

Lol, and yet I don't find this a boring question!! :D

They are friends who became lovers.

Look, I just love and adore this trope. I love that it wasn't a thunderbolt from the sky. I love that it was a bit slow burn and had time to build and grow. I love that there was a connection there long before romance simmered. I love begin their relationship already knowing each other -- and romance is an added element. It's delicious in the most beautiful way.

2. They liked each other before they were cool.

Yes, sure, they both are seriously hot in Season 3. But that element is more for us (and their own confidence) than it is for each other. As I said in an earlier post, Penelope does not give two shits about Colin's new Parisian styles or his new charming demeanor. She fell in love with one incredibly dorky guy and when she looks into his eyes, that weirdo is still there. Likewise, Penelope's glow up doesn't suddenly make Colin's feelings change. It's her confidence and vulnerability and the fact that when he finally kisses her -- all of those feelings he's always had come rushing forward.

3. They're both writers who support each other's dreams.

It's not just that they have similar interests (they do! it's part of the friendship thing), it's that the have a deep confidence in one another. They both very much care for the other one as an individual and (after sorting through the LW mess) are both deeply supportive of what the other one wants and needs. And having the same hobbies (as well as career goals - for lack of a better term) only brings them closer together.

(And let's be real - as a writer myself, I adore stories that feature writers at the center.)

4. They're both fucking old school romantics.

Ngl, this one really does me in. Penelope longs to be swept off her feet. Colin wants to be the dashing hero. For better or worse, they both love love and are happier being allowed to be in love. The fact that even while they were having issues, even when Colin was /angry/ at her -- they still got married. Because at the end of the day, being in love surpasses any other issue. They'll continue to have shit to work through. They'll have hard times and their own issues that will trip them up. But by god, their love is deep and that's exactly how they prefer it.

5. Their conflicts are not a result of miscommunication or repressed angst.

In a world where couples are either shouting at each other due to repression of their feelings or just plain not talking things out, neither Pen or Colin are able to hide their true selves very well, and neither do they want to. Colin might be a little slow to understand his feelings, but once he does, he's a man of action through and through. And even as he sorts out his own issues of LW and pulls away from Pen - she's still well aware of what is going on, and let's him have his space. Meanwhile, Pen's withholding of things (such as her feelings and of LW) come from self preservation, not lack of self realization.

Personally, I just find it refreshing that you have a couple who starts out genuinely caring for each other and sincerely understanding each other's feelings and the conflicts stem more so from external factors rather than issues arising because they are unsure of how they feel about each other.

(This is not shade on the other couples of the show -- this is me acknowledging that I have a personal preference for one type of story over another.)

Bonus 1 - The way they laugh together.

Whether it being just giggling over an inside joke at a ball or finding the humor in even things like sex, the two of them always find a way to make each other laugh, and it's so sweet and adorable and they both become so alive. They've cultivated their own little world and are amused by it and it just warms my heart every time they laugh with each other.

Bonus 2 - The Carriage Scene

This. This is a thing that actually happened on my tv screen, and my jaw is still a little on the floor. Because god damn that was hot and I am only human. Ooff.

[kyouryokusenshi]

hi :)

can you write something about post S11 Mulder found TikTok and asks William to explain it and later Mulder asks Scully to do a TikTok with him (something cheesy or very dorky but cute)

It had been a quiet afternoon at the Unremarkable House, the kind of day where everything seemed to move at a slower pace. Mulder had been sitting at the kitchen table, laptop open in front of him, scrolling through the endless stream of what seemed like nonsensical videos when he stumbled upon something called "TikTok." The name alone intrigued him, and soon enough, he found himself down a rabbit hole of short, fast-paced clips—people dancing, pranking, lip-syncing, and generally doing things that he couldn’t quite wrap his head around.

"Jackson’s got to know about this," he muttered to himself, grabbing his phone and sending a quick text to his son.

It didn’t take long for Jackson to respond, and before Mulder knew it, they were on a video call. Jackson appeared on the screen, his face a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"Hey, Mulder. What’s up?"

"Do you know what TikTok is?" Mulder asked, as though he were about to crack some major conspiracy wide open.

Jackson grinned, already sensing where this was headed. "Yeah, of course. It’s everywhere. Why?"

"Well, I’ve been watching these videos, and I don’t get it. What’s the point? People are just dancing, and then there’s music, and sometimes they’re doing… well, I don’t know what they're doing, but they’re all just—having fun?"

Jackson chuckled. "That’s kind of the point, Dad. It’s just a place where people can post quick, funny, or even ridiculous videos. It’s supposed to be chill. There’s no deeper meaning or conspiracy here unless you want to claim that niche. You can do anything on it—dances, challenges, jokes, pranks, even educational stuff. You name it."

Mulder leaned back in his chair, frowning thoughtfully. "So, it’s like… a place to embarrass yourself in front of millions of strangers?"

"Pretty much," Jackson replied, still smiling. "But in a fun way."

Mulder pondered this for a moment, incredulous. "And people watch this stuff? Like, a lot of people?"

"Yeah, tons of people. Some of these creators are huge. People love it. And you can make your own TikToks too if you want."

Mulder’s eyes narrowed mischievously. "Interesting. And how do you make one?"

Jackson laughed. "I can walk you through it if you want, but I have a feeling Dana's going to find it hilarious if you try."

"Well, speaking of which…" Mulder glanced toward the living room where Scully was sitting with a book in her lap, completely unaware of his budding plan. "What do you think of me convincing your mother to do one of these TikToks with me?"

Jackson’s laughter grew louder. "I think you’re going to have your hands full with that. But I’d love to see it if you can pull it off."

"Challenge accepted," Mulder said, a grin spreading across his face.

Later that evening, Mulder approached Scully with the same determination he used when presenting his wildest theories. She was still on the couch with Lily fast asleep upstairs, now curled up with a cup of tea, and looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as he stood there, clearly plotting something.

"Mulder…" she said cautiously. "What are you up to?"

"I’ve discovered something today," he began dramatically, pacing a little as he built up to his request. "It’s called TikTok. Have you heard of it?"

Scully blinked at him, half-amused, half-bewildered. "I know what TikTok is. Why?"

"Well," Mulder continued, rubbing his hands together. "I was thinking… we should do one."

Scully stared at him for a moment, then let out a small laugh. "We should do a TikTok?"

"Yes. You and me. Together. Something fun, something… cheesy," he said, throwing in his best attempt at a charming smile.

Scully looked up at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to figure out if he was serious. "Mulder, we are not teenagers. What could we possibly do that anyone would want to see on TikTok?"

Mulder took a seat next to her, leaning in with a gleam in his eye. "That’s where the genius of it lies. We don’t have to do something crazy. We could do one of those cute, couple-y things people seem to love. I’ve seen some of these challenges where people throw stuff at each other and then hug or… I don’t know, something dorky."

Scully shook her head, smiling despite herself. "So, you want us to humiliate ourselves on the internet for the entertainment of the masses?"

"Exactly," Mulder said, beaming. "Come on, Scully. When was the last time we did something completely ridiculous together?"

She sighed, giving him a long look, but there was a softness in her eyes. "Okay, fine," she said finally, much to Mulder’s delight. "But I get to veto anything that involves dancing. Or singing, you know I cannot carry a tune to save my life."

"Deal."

The next day, they found themselves standing in the living room, Mulder holding his phone, looking way too excited for Scully’s liking. He had picked something simple—a cute couple’s challenge where one partner points to themselves or their partner in response to a series of questions about their relationship. Harmless, cheesy, and dorky enough to satisfy Mulder’s newfound fascination with TikTok.

Mulder propped the phone on the table, setting it up to record. "Okay, ready?" he asked, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

Scully crossed her arms, giving him a skeptical look but unable to hide the small smile tugging at her lips. "Let’s just get this over with."

They started the video, answering questions like "Who’s the better cook?" and "Who’s more likely to make the first move?"—pointing at each other and occasionally exchanging playful eye rolls. By the time it got to "Who’s the bigger nerd?", Scully pointed at Mulder without hesitation.

"I’m not a nerd!" Mulder protested, though he was clearly enjoying himself.

Scully shot him a look. "Mulder, you’re doing a TikTok with me right now. That speaks for itself."

When the video ended, Mulder stopped the recording, looking incredibly proud of himself. "That wasn’t so bad, was it?"

Scully shook her head, laughing. "You know, I’m actually surprised. That was… kind of fun."

Mulder grinned. "See? Now we’re officially TikTok stars. The internet’s going to love us."

"I don't know about that," Scully rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling as Mulder fiddled with the phone, uploading the video with a caption that read: When your partner’s still obsessed with the truth, but you just want to read a book.

As the video uploaded, Mulder leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple. "We make a good team, don’t we?"

Scully smiled, leaning into him. "Yeah, we do. Even if you are a dork."

Mulder laughed, wrapping an arm around her. "I’ll take it."

And as they stood there side by side watching their silly video on the screen, Scully couldn’t help but feel a sense of lightness. It was a reminder that, even after everything, they could still find joy in the little moments—TikTok or not. @today-in-fic

[unkownbee]

Hamliza Wedding Anniversary Quotes: Part 2 ✨✨

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Alexander: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing.

Eliza, looking up from the floor where she's playing dolls with baby Angie: Are you a software update? Because not right now.

(She's having play time with the kiddies)

Alexander: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Eliza: Please never become a surgeon.

(He would say this. That is an irrefutable fact)

Eliza: Come on Alexander, do it for our marriage. You can't put a price on that.

Alexander: Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.

(He's joking, btw. He'd do anything for her. Except take care of himself and have a proper sleep schedule)

Eliza, near tears: Please, Alexander, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!

(This one is just poor sillies and I'm all here for it)

Eliza: You’re an idiot.

Alexander, looking smug and extremely proud of himself: That’s the charm.

Eliza: ...

Eliza: I can't say that that's untrue-

(And she fell for it. She fell for his idiotic charm)

Alexander: Eliza is playing hard to get.

Alexander: Little does she know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

(You silly little insomniac, you. Why would she ever even want to get rid of you? <3)

Alexander: *Walks to cabinet, removes oreo box, takes half a sleeve, throws empty box out.* Hi, Liza!

Eliza: Hey- what are you doing-?

Alexander, shoving an oreo into his mouth: I am saving space :D

(I love him so much)

Alexander: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Eliza: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Alexander: No, like, U R A Q T.

Eliza: Awwww!

(He got that Alphabet Rizz ����)

Alexander: Dude-

Eliza: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Eliza: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me dude??

(Eliza is genuinely baffled)

Alexander: Talk dirty to me, baby~

Eliza: The dishes.

Alexander: Wh-

Eliza: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

(When your wife is tired of your bs and reminding you to do your chores)

Eliza: I have feelings for you.

Alexander: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Eliza: We should be partners.

Alexander: You mean like, partners in crime?

Eliza: Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.

(Don't worry, guys. He's just a little clueless sometimes. He's just a silly little dense guy 😁)

Eliza: Alexander, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day?

Alexander: It... It didn't take me the whole day...

(This is so him)

Eliza: Did it hurt when you fell-

Alexander: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Eliza: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Alexander: ...

Eliza: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Alexander: Can you cut me some slack, Eliza? I’m sort of in love.

Eliza: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Alexander: I’m in love with you.

Eliza: *Blushes.* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

*Alexander and Eliza are in Paris.*

Alexander: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?

Eliza: But...

Alexander: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...

Eliza: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?

Alexander: Yeah.

Eliza: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe.

Alexander: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.

Eliza: Okay, alright.

(She finds his dorkiness and excitement adorable 😁🥰✨)

Alexander: Relationships should be 50/50. Eliza cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Alexander, throwing his head into Eliza's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Eliza, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty annoying, that's what you are.

Eliza: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.

Alexander: Oh. We're going out?

Eliza: Wh...

(She sits him down and gives him a lecture on why he's wonderful and an amazing person the way he is)

Eliza: I owe you one.

Alexander: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

[total-karma]

LISTEN i GET IT if you think sierra is weird or creepy or whatever I GET IT!!!! i also think that taking her weird and creepy actions at face value and examining them through a real-world context just... takes away the enjoyment of her as a character made for a show where the whole point is to cartoonishly exaggerate stereotypical character archetypes. she's nuts! she's batshit! the show itself IS AWARE OF THIS!! the show explicitly makes a point of saying 'this girl is not normal and her behaviours are not healthy.' the show is not celebrating or romanticising ANYTHING she does; it is quite literally making fun of the 'stalker fangirls' of the 2000s by dramatising their behaviours for a cartoon show in order to say: this is what you guys are like, and it's freaky and uncomfortable for everyone involved. her attachment to cody only stresses this even more - she is obsessed with the character who is known to be pretty ordinary, a little bit dorky & fairly awkward ON PURPOSE. he's not trent, who is a perfect charming charismatic writes-cheesy-romance-songs-on-his-guitar 2000s love interest, and he's not justin, who is implied to be the most attractive boy on the planet, and he's not even duncan or owen or harold who have big, bold personalities and character traits that draw others to them despite their flaws. he's literally just Some Guy. yet sierra attaches herself to him and acts like he's the most PERFECT boy on the planet - to exaggerate just how insane her behaviours are. cody is not special in any way whatsoever, but to sierra he is the Most Special Person to ever exist across all of history.

sierra is a weird, unhinged, chronically online stalker girl, absolutely!! nobody wants to deny this!!!! if she wasn't these things, she wouldn't be sierra! if she was 10% less creepy or insane, if she was 10% more well adjusted, if her obsessive attachment focused on chris rather than some random guy like cody, the critique of her unhealthy behaviours would fall flat completely because... they wouldn't be there. she HAS to make you uncomfortable in order to WORK AS A CHARACTER. she's not there to be likeable or relatable or even win the show. she's there to say: look, this is a type of person who exists, and we're exaggerating the things they do in order to make fun of them. she's honestly exceptionally well written and it sucks so bad to see people on here constantly trying to change parts of her character just because she does some things that are morally questionable or just plain weird. and she's entertaining! she's funny! she's actually decent at the game and she livens up the show with her interactions with literally all of the cast members! her alliance with heather is refreshing & enjoyable to watch, chris going from loving the attention and flattery she gives him to finding her extremely irritating is hilarious, and her being fed information about all the cast members by izzy for her fanblogs prior to joining the show is a great little detail. she has multiple fun storylines. she's fun! it's okay to find her fun!

"but the show downplays her sexual harassment of cody for a joke!11!!" the show also downplays: being eaten by sharks, being blown up with dynamite, falling off cliffs, falling out of planes and helicopters, consuming toxic substances, the effects of sleep deprivation, being hit in the head with heavy objects, being attacked by bears, being bitten by venomous animals, having all your awkward teenage fumbling aired on national television. it's a cartoon. i don't really know what you expect people to say: it's not real, cody isn't real, the trauma he suffered is not real, because he is not real. if you sympathise with him because you have suffered though something similar: that's totally fine! but don't get on a moral high horse because of it. plenty of sierra fans are also victims of similar behaviours, and we are not bad people simply because we enjoy her as a cartoon character.

[babvblue]

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send me prompt : delve deeper into the connection between two characters , through photos in their camera roll.  adding captions are optional .

@oretscvs​ sent ⤿ for frankie & nicky … 🦄💜🪁☮️

send  🦄  ⸻  a picture taken of your character showing their dorky/silly side.

this might not seem all THAT silly or dorky . but when you remember he’s a 6′4 slutty man that has a Terrible reputation & can look absolutely terrifying , it is actually very dorky . especially when you think about said man playing arcade fair games to win a gd massive frog pillow . but jokes on him bc he didn’t actually win . frankie did . did she cheat ? possibly ! jury is out . but she stands by her argument that it’s not her fault he gets distracted by her , he should learn to focus better . she did , however , end up giving him said prize bc she did actually want to win it for him .

send  ���  ⸻  my character’s favourite picture of your character  

if anyone was to ask what her fave photo(s) of him was , she’d more than likely show them a photo of him on stage . aka when he’s in his element & he is looking particularly 🤌 . but her ACTUAL favourite photo of him is this one . why ? bc he’s neither Nicky Haven ; rockstar , or Nicky Haven ; coston bay’s ultimate menace . he’s just nick - a lil bit charming , a lil bit arrogant , a lil bit annoying , a lil bit soft & a whole lotta loving - & he looks it & she loves it v much .

send  🪁  ⸻  a throwback picture of my character

nicholas haven ( ft . tai rakena ) circa 2020 just a few months before he left & only 7 hours after they got the call that they’d just booked what was meant to be their biggest gig down in la to date bc naturally ... they spent the night celebrating . just the 4 of them . just in that last work bay . bc that’s all it’s ever been . definitley were all half delirious, & 3/4 had had a little too much, when this was taken . but they were all Very Happy . so much so that it wasn’t long after this photo was taken that both frankie & izzy piled on top of the 2 boys .

send  ☮️  ⸻  a picture of my character from a good day

the manager had been found . the record deal had been signed . their first ever single was a Hit . & they have just finished overseeing the last little bits of mixing on the final song needed for their debut album & it is ... a little bit unbelievable . none of them can quite believe it . none of it has sunk in . & they all need a bit of time out to process . tai & izzy have gone to their respective partners / homes to chill . but frankie & nicky end up finding a lil spot in some park nearby bc it feels like they haven’t seen or felt the sun in years & proceed to spend the next few hours just existing . slowly & surely though they both get to the point where it’s holy shit , we just finished an album .

[ghostradiodylan]

I think this analysis is all so correct and so smart and SMG is fully doing the “telling not showing” schtick both when they have Laura pick up on Ryan being a brooding loner (how the fuck would she know?! All she’s seen him do is cower and/or be aggressive in a pool house) and when Kaitlyn and Dylan talk about the sexy sparks because it has the scaffolding of a romantic interest plot line but none of the content.

Now, I don’t know if the scrapped relationship system was supposed to let us blow up Laura and Max completely (the Hackearney shippers would LOSE THEIR MINDS) or have Dylan and Ryan end up at odds. There’s no way to know what that could have looked like. But what we DO know about this little romance novel in Chris’s office (thanks to the datamine) is revealing. And what it reveals, to me, is a pretty clear Rylan agenda.

So, Dylan was supposed to be able to find the book and read the synopsis to Ryan. See if any of these characters sound familiar…

“In this sweltering gothic romance, the beautiful but reclusive Countess Aranesca is swept off her feet by not one but two competing gardeners tending to her world renowned topiary. Will she choose Philipe, the swarthy, mysterious groundsman who is as dangerous with a blade as he is with his charm... or Ronaldo, the dashing but elusive botanist who opens her mind to the magic - and forbidden pleasures - of the world beyond her garden walls."

Okay so we have beautiful but reclusive, yep, I know him.

As dangerous with a blade shotgun as he she is with his her charm? (Dylan is one of the least dangerous characters in the game, so, this seems pretty clear)

Dashing but elusive botanist. Well… dashing might be a stretch for our dear sweet Dylan, unless you’re swept off your feet by boner jokes, but y’know, maybe you are? Elusive for sure since he’s masking so hard. Perhaps dorky but elusive DJ/aspiring physicist is more accurate but this one is clearly Dylan.

Okay, a love triangle, cool, fine, whatever. Except the way the description is structured pushes the second guy way more than the first. Let's read that description of bachelor #2 again.

..who opens her mind to the magic - and forbidden pleasures - of the world beyond her garden walls.

Okay that description is horny as fuck SMG, I see you. But if we PG-13 it a little, Dylan is kind of into the forbidden pleasures--unsanctioned parties, snooping through your boss's stuff, secret sex dungeons. And, okay the magician card doesn't work out great for our boy but he does have that possible line about technology being like magic in the radio hut, and Ryan is potentially very into to the idea of Dylan showing him the world of technology.

The other interesting tidbit we get from the datamine is that Kaitlyn and Dylan could have had some other conversation variations on the way to the scrapyard. There's one where they say that they think Laura and Ryan are going to kill each other and then a similar one where instead they strongly imply that they're going to fuck each other to death.

But the most telling to me starts with Kaitlyn saying Laura seemed kind of awesome and like "final girl material" (tbh I think Kaitlyn has a crush, but that's just me) and then goes:

Dylan: you’re not jealous?

Kaitlyn: why would I be jealous?

Dylan: I dunno. I guess I am, a little. But not about her. He chose to kiss you, after all.

Kaitlyn: That was just a dumb game

Dylan: But you’re like… pretty awesome. And I’m… just Dylan.

Kaitlyn: Oh stop. Yeah, Ryan’s hot. But you guys seem like… you’ve got a connection. 

Dylan: I guess so. Yeah. A “connection.”

Like, Kaitlyn's a good friend. She's supportive about Dylan's missing hand if he's being depressed about that, and she tells him there's always next year for him and Ryan (girl no one is coming back to this camp lol), but I don't think Kaitlyn would lie to Dylan about how she views his relationship with Ryan. Kaitlyn's whole deal is that she's honest to a fault (her leveling with Jacob about Emma, her 'comforting' description of Abi's death to Emma, etc). And there is no version of this scene where Kaitlyn says she has any kind of feelings for Ryan. So, I think Kaitlyn is out of the running by now for any number of reasons.

There's no additional Laura and Ryan interaction in the datamine that I can find at all. And to be fair, there's nothing with Dylan and Ryan in the end either, that just never got put together if it was ever in the script. But where Laura and Ryan's relationship gets the scaffolding, so to speak, and no chemistry, and Kaitlyn and Ryan's relationship gets neither, Dylan and Ryan's relationship is heavily hinted at in every possible way, both structurally and in their interactions, until the script gets cut off in the final third. EVEN when you make them be assholes to each other, only the narrative can drive them apart.

And furthermore…

You can't tell me Ryan Erzahler has ever looked at anyone else like that in his entire fucking life, are you kidding me?

So, my educated (though admittedly biased) conclusion is: Ryan has choices, but not as many as it seems. He was only really ever intended to choose Dylan or not-Dylan. Ryan was never meant to end up with anyone else. There's no one else seriously in the running to tend this man's topiary.

Now, who's writing this romance novel as a silly, borderline smut parody AU? Is it gonna have to be me? I don't know a damn thing about botany but I bet I can learn...

Siri, play 'Bloom' by Troye Sivan.

“So Ryan and Laura…” (Lovers Card Analysis)

I know people talk about Ryan and Laura not having any romantic chemistry and it’s bizarre to say that there was any romance between them. And while I agree about they’re not really being chemistry, I do think the writers were trying to make them love interests (and did a terrible job). So I decided to do an analysis of their relationship (this is what I’m using my English degree for) and I thought I’d share my thoughts because boy I’ve got some stuff to say.

And of course feel free to take this all with a grain of salt, these are just my interpretations and I’m also by no means an expert in tarot (I’m really not all that familiar and any familiarity comes from a google search). Just wanted to make those quick notes so that if you don’t agree I totally get it! I do try to address the most common points for why people don’t see Ryan and Laura in a romantic light and while I agree I try to show what I think the writers might have been Attempting to do.

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[theowritesstuff]

Hide Your Love Away

Jeff Winger x gn!reader

Warnings: jeff makes a suicide joke, mentions of smut

Summary: Secret relationship with Jeff

Anyone who had met Jeff Winger would say that he was an arrogant asshole who was often prone to making what some would call “inspiring pep-talks”. You on the other hand would call him charming, sweet, funny, and honestly a little dorky.

But no one else knew Jeff like you did. He was very good at hiding that part of himself from everyone else. He felt it was his job to be the person with no problems, the person that others could come to with their problems. He’d never admit it out loud, but he was proud to be the hypothetical leader of the study group.

So when he started dating you, a fellow study group member, he wanted to keep it from the others, afraid that if they found out they’d make a huge deal out of it.

It all started at one of the dozen school dances the dean planned that year. Annie had asked if you were going, and you told her you weren’t. Plus, no one had asked you, so what fun would it be sitting by yourself? You made it clear to the group that you would be sitting this one out.

That is, until someone did ask you. His name was Trent, he was someone Britta knew from one of her classes. He seemed sweet enough, and you figured if you weren’t having fun you could always hang out with the study group.

On the night of the dance, Trent picked you up and drove you back to Greendale. The lights were an obnoxious purple, and music was blasting all around the cafeteria. You spotted Jeff, Troy, and Abed all standing around a table and waved at them.

Trent danced with you for a couple songs before excusing himself to get some drinks. You walked over to the once full table, that was now occupied only by Jeff.

“Where did Troy and Abed go?” you ask as you lean against the table.

“Oh who knows, probably off reenacting an 80’s-movie-dance-sequence.”

You laugh, and look back at the crowd dancing.

“You look amazing by the way.” Jeff says.

You look back at him and blush. “Thank you.” There’s an awkward silence. “You look great too, very handsome.” You say quickly.

He chuckles. “Thank you.” he replies.

Another moment of awkward silence.

“I should go find my date, my Trent, go find my date, Trent.” you say as you slowly back away from the table.

He laughs, and gives you a smile. “Alright, have fun.”

You awkwardly wave goodbye as you stumble into other people on the dance floor.

You make your way over to the punch bowl, but you don’t see Trent anywhere. Surely he’s just waiting for you at a table because you talked to Jeff for to long. You look around and don’t see him anywhere. You find an empty table and sit down, hoping you’ll spot him soon.

“So how’s it going?” A voice asks next you. You turn and see Britta has taken a seat next to you.

“Good, Trent seems nice. I haven’t seen him in a little while though.” You tell her.

“Yeah, I thought he was cool, he thought you were cute so I thought you were a good match.”

“You thought we were a good match? Britta, did you get Trent to ask me to the dance?” You ask. You can feel anger starting to rise in you.

She looks back at you with worry in her eyes. “I just suggested that he ask you to the dance. I knew that you weren’t coming because no one asked you, so I thought that if someone did ask you, you could come and have fun with the rest of us.”

“Britta. I said I wasn’t coming because I didn’t want to come. The fact that no one asked me was just an additional statement.”

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I just thought you two would really hit it off”

You sighed. “I need some air.” You got up and went outside.

You took a deep breath, and paced back and forth on the sidewalk. You shook your hands out, trying to relieve some of the tension in your body. You take a seat on the steps and lean your head against the cold railing. You pull out your phone and look for a price for a car back to your apartment. You manage to find one for $30, but before you hit the confirm button, you hear a voice behind you.

“Hey.” You turn and see Jeff standing there with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey.” You respond, turning back to your phone.

“What’s up? I came out thinking I could escape the dean, and here you are looking like you’re about to write your suicide note.” He takes a seat next you. You don’t respond and continue to stare at your phone.

“Hey,” he nudges you with his knee, “you okay?” He asks softly.

You sigh. “Yeah, I’m fine, it’s stupid really.”

He glances at your phone and asks “Where are you going?”

“Home. Back to my apartment.” You say.

“You don’t have to buy an uber, I can just drive you home.” He says as he stands up.

“I really don’t wanna be a bother Jeff, besides, you’re probably having fun, I don’t wanna bring your mood down.”

He holds his hand out for you to take. “Come on.”

You take his hand and stand up, walking with him to his car.

On the drive back to your apartment you explain what happened at the dance. He tells you that he knew tons of guys who were talking about asking you to the dance, so one bad date really wasn’t worth your sadness. When you get to your apartment he steps out of the car as well.

“You don’t have to walk me to my door Jeff.” You tell him

“Could you imagine the hell I would have to pay if something happened to you and the rest of the group found out it was because I let you walk to your door by yourself?” He joked.

You laughed as he walked around the car to you. He rested his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked to your door.

“This is me.” You say as you get to your door. “Thank you, Jeff, for making this night a little more bare able.”

“You’re welcome Y/N.” You unlock the door and start to head inside. “Goodnight Jeff.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” He says. He starts to walk back down the hall as you close your door. You lean against the door and sigh.

Then, something happened. You think your brain just short circuited because you open your door again and start down the hall.

“Jeff! Jeff!” You call out. By the time you’ve caught up to him he’s at his car.

“What? Are you okay?” He asks, concern taking over his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I just need something.”

“Wh-” he begins but you cut him off, pressing your lips to his.

You wrap your arms around his neck, and he rests his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

People always talk about feeling fireworks when you kissed someone. But you didn’t feel that with Jeff. It was like kissing him triggered a series of flashbacks in your head. All of those days sitting next to him in the study group. Him always laughing at your jokes, even when they weren’t funny. Those nights where you would gather for movie night at Troy and Abed’s and fall asleep cuddled together on the couch.

When you both have to break apart for air you rest your foreheads against each other.

“So…” you trail off.

“So…” he says as he laughs softly.

“I really like you Jeff. And not to sound like a child, but I really like-like you.”

“I really like-like you too.”

And that is how the two of you got together. It took some trial and error when it came to Jeff though. He didn’t like when you used terms like “boyfriend” because they made him nervous. If you were spending the night together it had to be at his house, so that the girls wouldn’t pop by for a surprise visit.

The hiding was starting to wear you out. You were tired of making up excuses about why you couldn’t hang out with Annie and Britta so that you could, inevitably, end up eating takeout with Jeff in his living room, then spending the night at his apartment.

It was another day with the study group when you finally decided it was time to have a talk about your relationship.

You felt Jeff softly kick you under the table. You took your phone out of your pocket, and looked at the text from Jeff.

‘Sleepover tonight? 😉’

You sigh and respond,

‘Can’t. Big test coming up. Studying with Annie 2nite.’

He frowns as he reads your text.

‘You okay?’

Just as you’re about to respond, it’s time for the group to leave for the day. You gather up your things and walk out into the hall.

You feel someone grab ahold of your arm and pull you into an empty classroom.

“Hey, what’s up?” Jeff asks you.

“Nothing. Everything’s all good.” You say. He doesn’t look convinced.

“If you don’t wanna come over because of the maintenance people interrupting last week, I promise I made sure that my calendar is empty tonight.” He says as he starts to wrap you in his arms.

“Is that all I am to you? Just someone to sleep with? And no one knows so you’re free to go around and flirt with whoever you choose? I can’t call you my boyfriend, so I don’t even know if we’re dating or not!” You push him away.

“Woah, hey, what? No! I really like you! Why would you think I just use you?” He questions.

“Well I wouldn’t know that you really liked me. We’re never allowed to go out in public, it feels like you keep me locked in your apartment sometimes!”

He stands there, and doesn’t respond.

“You know what?” You sigh. “Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe we shouldn’t be together.” You say softly.

“No, Y/N… Please don’t leave me.” He reaches out for your hand, but you pull it away.

“I’m sorry Jeff, but until you learn to be in an adult relationship, I’m done.” You say. You turn and walk out the door, leaving him there in the dark.

The next day you don’t go to study group. The chair next to Jeff remains empty, while the rest of the group creates theories about where you actually are.

The following day you decide that you’re going to have to face him at some point, so it’d be best to just get it over with. You get to the study room first and take your seat. The rest of the group files in after you. Annie is first, followed by Shirley, then Troy and Abed, Britta, then Pierce. Lastly Jeff. When he sees you he almost stops, but he walks to his seat and sits down.

Just as Annie is starts to explain the new group project you all will be working on, Jeff speaks up.

“I have something to say.” He stands up abruptly.

It takes him a moment to gather his thought with the rest of the study group watching him.

“I like Y/N.” He says. It’s short, and to the point.

There’s a moment of silence, until Troy stands up as well.

“I like Y/N too.” He says. Britta looks over at him and shakes her head.

Troy looks at her confused, then seemingly processes the situation and says “Oh, you mean you love Y/N? My bad.” He awkwardly sits back down.

You look to the rest of the group and sigh. “Jeff doesn’t love me-”

“You don’t know that.” He says, interrupting you.

You turn back to look at him again. He looks a little nervous, like he’s afraid that everyone in the room is judging him.

“I really like Y/N, and it was wrong of me to make them keep us a secret. Ever since we started dating there hasn’t been anyone else that I’ve been interested in. I really hope they can forgive me.” He looks down at you.

You honestly don’t know what to say. The rest of the study group is watching you with baited breath. “Could we finish this conversation in private?” You ask him.

Groans come from the table as you take Jeff’s hand and lead him away from the group.

“Wow.” You say once you’re far enough from the group, and positive they aren’t spying on you two. “When I said I wanted to be in an adult relationship I didn’t expect you to just lay everything out in front of the group.”

“Well I wanted to tell you how I feel without hiding it. It was wrong of me to want you to keep us a secret and to expect that you would just be cool with it. I would love to be in a public relationship with you Y/N.” He says. He looks sincere when he says it.

You take a step closer to him and run your hand up and down his arm. “So, does that mean you wanna be my boyfriend?” You ask looking up at him.

He laughs. “Yes, I wanna be your boyfriend.”

You smile up at him. “Good. Because I wanna be your girlfriend/boyfriend/partner.”

You reach up to cup his face in your hands and kiss him. You can hear cheers from outside, but you don’t care, and neither does he.

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Hi love, pretty sure you're requests are open (if not just ignore this) n e ways what about Inarizaki with manager who's like intimidating (i've been told i am intimidating lol) and very sarcastic, much Tsukishima Kei vibez cuz that's basically me😃

Just like how would our boys react, very curious and take your time btw don't have to rush it, do it whenever you feel like :D

Oh my gosh Nat, it's literally my honour to write this for you. You can request anything, anytime, and you'll be a top priority (ily<3)

Inarizaki with a tsukkishima-ish manager.

Specially dedicated to @sunasthing <3

So first of all, if you think that's gonna stop the boys from simping over you, you've got it wrong 😖🖐️

The boys would literally take it as a challenge to get your softer nature out, especially Atsumu.

I GENUINELY think he'd find it really hot whenever you snap back at him, or tell him off. (maybe he's like Nishinoya and Tanaka in that sense 🙄)

Constantly pesters you, and although you don't give him a reply often (because he's annoying as fuck), if you ever acknowledge him slightly, he WILL flirt with you.

Beware tho, even if he comes off as flirty and charismatic, he's literally just a dorky small baby and genuinely wants your attention because he thinks you're the coolest person ever.

And if you're ever nice to him, you can best bet he'll replay that moment in his mind before sleeping EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.

Y/n, earlier that day: don't get hurt. I don't want to have to deal with anyone on this team being injured

Atsumu at 3 a.m: s-she cares about me 🥺🥺

I think Osamu would vibe really well with you. He's not annoying, he's really really chill, and he has a pretty sharp tongue himself.

Judges people as an attempt to make you laugh, and he sees it as a personal victory if he can get you to crack a smile or smirk. He just doesn't make a big deal about it, unlike his twin xD

Osamu: y/n look at that guy. he's totally crushing on his brother's best friend, could he not be more obvious about it??

Y/n: *cracks a smirk* yeah, it does seem so.

Osamu, internally: ✨v i c t o r y i s s w e e t✨

He also cooks for you pretty often, and even if you protest against accepting it, you'll usually find a bento hidden in your locker or bag.

He knows you might not accept it straight, so he finds other ways to get it to you. Osamu actually thinks of you as a cooler sister that he says "he'd trade Atsumu for"

In general, the twins are the life of Inarizaki and although they're sometimes annoying, they mean well and it's plain to see that they love you.

Kita loves how smart and analytical you are. I've said this before, I'll say it again— Kita thinks brains are sexy 😤

Especially when you call the team to give your insights about their opponents, or give them ideas on how to improve their play, Kita is literally there like “I'm so glad she's ours”

Because you would be a dangerous asset to other teams, and Kita is the most thankful that you're with them.

He's also a really good leader and although the two of you don't have heart-to-hearts or conversations like the twins, you know he'll ALWAYS be there for you.

Like once, it was raining and practice was cancelled, so you decided to wait in school until the rain subsided (because you didn't want to get wet), and our sweet Kita searched for you in every single classroom until the finally found you and walked you home. That's just the dynamic you had with him

He also often checks up on you, even when it's unrelated to volleyball. Have you done your homework? have you ate breakfast this morning? although you're usually sarcastic with the twins and most of the other members of the team, you can't bring yourself to do so with Kita.

The respect you guys have for each other is unmatched and that's probably why you're such a golden duo in Inarizaki. The leader and the analytical manager.

And now Suna. I think Suna would be the member you have the deepest bond with. you truly allow him to see who you are inside, and he does the same. You guys really just click.

It started with him complaining about Atsumu, and slowly progressed into you letting Suna be the only member to have physical contact with you, but only when the others aren't looking.

Sometimes, if you guys are the only two people in the gym, he'll nap on your lap or lean on your shoulder.

If you didn't already know, like everyone else in Inarizaki, he has a crush on you 😖🖐️ like damn you thought Atsumu had it bad? nah, Suna has it the worst.

He literally asks his little sister to let him practice braiding her hair, just so he'll be perfect when he someday asks to do yours.

But he always chickens out because he's scared you'll say no 😭😭 he's internally very shy, okay? 🥺🥺

He's literally your best friend. You guys have study sessions together, anime nights, literally anything, he's right there with you. The rest of the team are literally not aware of how close the two of you are.

Until one day, Atsumu tries daring you to kiss Suna on the forehead, and instead of flat-out refusing (like you've done before when he's dared you to kiss him, or Akagi) you shrug and gently kiss Suna on the forehead, causing Suna to smile and ruffle your hair.

The rest of the team is just shocked.

Atsumu: what is this FUCKERY?? is y/n literally WILLINGLY touching someone ??¿¿

Y/n and Suna: *smirks*

Atsumu, close to tears: okay

But the rest of the team soon accept you and Suna have a pretty special bond, and that you're genuinely softer when it comes to him.

You don't snap at him much, and as they've noticed, Suna has started being more brave about leaning on your shoulder or sleeping on your lap.

Of course, the rest of the team (with the exception of Kita) is jealous. But hey, they just don't have Suna's charm, okay? xD

You make Suna want to try harder, and he's way more motivated to give it his all in every single game. Mostly because he wants you to be proud of him.

He definitely has a nickname for you, but he will only use it when he's sure you guys are alone. And in return, you call him "Rin" which makes his heart flutter 🥺🥺

KAHDKSS I TOOK SO LONG WITH THE SUNA ONE PLEASE IM TURNING BOTH OF US INTO EVEN BIGGER SUNA SIMPS (as if we weren't already xD)

Now onto Aran !! Aran is a softie who (like Kita) respects you a great deal. He'll fend Atsumu and Osamu off if he senses you aren't having a great day.

He's also pretty good at giving you your space but he checks up on you every once in a while if anyone is bothering you.

Although he's shy about it, Aran actually comes to you when he doesn't understand a homework question. You're super smart and he knows you won't make him feel bad about not knowing.

And it makes you feel happy to know he trusts you, so you help him as best as you can. It's a little secret of yours that the other members don't know about.

It especially lights your day up when he gets a good grade and whispers a silent "thank you" to you in class.

In return, will help you with anything you ask for. No questions asked.

And now, last but not least, sunshine Akagi!! I think he's a total Hinata Shoyo, so he might annoy you a bit at first because of his bright personality.

But deep down inside, you love how easily he gets people to smile and slowly find yourself warming up to him.

And Akagi is really determined to get you to smile (at least once a day) so he cracks the corniest jokes or makes puns.

It has become a thing between the two of you, where Akagi tells you a joke a day, and you rate it out of ten.

Gone are the days when you found him annoying. And now, even if you won't tell him outright— you really do think he's one of the brightest people in your life.

Additional headcanons

CHEERING YOU UP— whenever you feel quieter than usual, or a bit more sarcastic, the boys immediately know something is wrong and rush over to make you feel okay. Literally, it's almost like they've abandoned practice. And eventhough you tell them to get back to it, they refuse to leave until you're feeling better. Suna usually gives you a hug and kisses your forehead, whilst Akagi cracks jokes. Then, (and eventhough you protest) Atsumu lists off all the things you should love about yourself, whilst Osamu buys you ice cream (food is, after all, the best cure for anything). Aran is literally ready to HUNT the person who affected your mood down, and kill them, whilst Kita is literally just holding him back and making sure things don't go overboard. Even if you aren't fully cheered up by then, you'd have laughed a whole lot and know how much they care for you, so honestly... how could you stay sad?

REACTING TO YOU TELLING THEM OFF— Suna is literally just meh about it. He can't take you seriously because he's a dork who thinks he's not included in the list of "idiots" (but no Suna, u mf, you ARE included -_-). Atsumu thinks it's hot 👀 (as I mentioned above), Akagi is genuinely upset/ready to sob and vows to do better. Kita is proud of you for telling them off before he could do it (Kita is not included in the "idiots". How could he? he's PERFECT 🖐️). Osamu and Aran have similar reactions, because they end up apologizing and try to change tactics and do better.

HOW THEY'D ACT WHEN YOU START DATING SUNA— (because this is honestly inevitable, wbk 😭❤️). Atsumu would be jealous. Petty and would call Suna "pretty boy" every chance he gets. Leave him, im sure he'll get over it 🥺🥺 Osamu is pretty jealous too, but he'll never show it and focuses instead on your happiness. Kita approves, and honestly thinks you're a good influence on Suna. Aran is protective of you, and would literally gun Suna down if he ever hurt you (but he won't. Suna loves you, he'd literally jump down a cliff before ever hurting you 😤🖐️) and Akagi is cheerful as before, but extra glad because you seem to smile a bit more often (and Akagi loves your smile).

I took a lot of effort on this <3 hope you like it, bae !! Taglist— @dai-tsukki-desu @sunasthing @k-sakusa-old @tilli-san

[tuiyla]

She'd also be last if we're ranking flirting ability 😌

Okay now I need this ranking. It'd be super hard though.

from another Anon:

Please do an actual ranking of this now😭😭

Alright then, challenge accepted! This is all just imo of course and would probably change tomorrow.

Mike He’s just smooth, you know? A bit dorky at times but an effortlessly cool guy who doesn’t even need to flirt, let’s be honest.

Quinn She just has the vibes, she knows how to work people. Sure she has the looks too but as we see at the end of our list that doesn’t automatically mean one can flirt. Quinn wraps guys around her finger and her hitting on Santana was solid. Would she be smooth with someone she actually really likes? I don’t know about that. (Note: not that she doesn’t like Santana but she only wanted sex that evening:)

Kurt Listen, once he gets over his baby gay phase Kurt’s kinda smooth but more importantly confident and really genuine. Like, he won’t even flirt with someone unless he means it. The kind of heart that he puts into is endearing.

Mercedes Similar to Kurt. Once she grows confident in her own sexuality she just commands attention. She’s more likely to flirt for fun than Kurt is but is still earnest in a way guys find charming. Can you blame them?

Artie Despite starting out as an insecure nerd, following his relationship with Brittany he becomes a player and must have moves if he scores Kitty and all those girls at college. He does well for himself but the trick is to not get too cocky.

Brittany Maybe Brittany doesn’t flirt so much as she very straightforwardly tells the person what she wants. She doesn’t run all the socially required laps because they’re arbitrary but she gets results. She’s charming and has the same effortlessly cool energy that Mike does.

Puck Kinda pains me to put him relatively high because there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to give him credit for this. But hey, Puck does have some game.

Rachel It takes her a while and she needs to remember to not be way too intense but Rachel’s a surprisingly good flirt. I’m talking about sexy NY Rachel of course.

Blaine Blaine can be kinda clueless and I think he’s better when he doesn’t actually “mean” it, like when he’s performing with the Warblers and really living that performer persona. But he does alright, even if he fumbles when he really means it.

Tina We’re entering little or no game territory. Tina still has some game, when directed at the right person but she does better as the one being flirted with.

Finn Thinks he has game and that makes his flirting worse. Best when he leans into the goofiness instead of trying to be a stud jock or whatever.

Sam See I kinda wanna put him higher, at least above Finn but no game Sam is so amusing to me. “Which planet are we on?” He’s lucky he’s so cute but his himbo persona doesn’t always work. Flirting for him usually involves impressions and nerdy references and that’s just not what we would traditionally call bad flirting. But he’s mostly second to last because I need a no game Samtana brotp.

Santana Bless. But OP, I hear some of you say, she was such a maneater in the first two seasons. Well, tumblr peeps, I raise you comphet Santana. When she flirts with women- well, she mostly doesn’t. She’s just a nervous mess of underboob sweat and “can’t remember my locker combo” and “salt sh-shakers”. And also lest we forget her flirting with men included an insult to end every sentence. Her way of asking Finn out was telling him he’s “exhausting to look at” and I bet 50% of her convo with Sam in Comeback is mouth jokes and insults about how uncool he is. She’s just lucky she’s hot.

Rankings are fun lol feel free to send more

[ashtheshortstack]

Truth be Told

Rating: G Fandom: Danny Phantom

Sequel to dwelling on deceit

Tags: Valerie POV, Post-PP

Read on ao3

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Danny Phantom saving the world with his genius plan was something Valerie had to give him kudos for. Especially after he confirmed her suspicions and transformed back into Danny Fenton right before her eyes. She was a bit stunned to see it happen to say the least, but she knew. And was glad she was right.

The Danny she knew was just a dorky, awkward kid that she had ended up crushing on. It was… sudden. And she didn’t quite know how it happened. Little did she know she’d been fraternizing with the enemy. Danny did though. He knew she was hunting him. And yet… still pursued her. Still wanted to feel like a normal kid and date the girl he liked. She couldn’t imagine how hard it’d been for him. How hard she’d made it on him to constantly fight her knowing full and well he didn’t want to.

Dating Danny had been an uphill battle. As much as she liked him, she knew in her heart that he liked someone else more. Valerie wasn’t stupid. She could see the way he looked at Sam. It was selfish of her to confront the goth girl on the issue, but she wanted to hope that Sam would back off. She remembered when she overheard Sam saying that they’d give her a chance for Danny’s sake, but they knew. They knew this wouldn’t work out.

Jeez, Valerie owed Sam an apology. But… that would come later.

When she suited up, she hadn’t expected to find Danny so quickly. And surprisingly… alone? He and Sam had been attached at the hip since the Disasteroid. Valerie had noticed a small class ring on Sam’s finger every day at school when the two walked down the hallway with their fingers intertwined. Which was super lame and definitely not Sam’s color, but was fitting for Danny. She hated to admit that they were cute. As much as it made her want to gag.

He sat upon the town billboard. The one with the dumb “Amity Park: A Nice Place to Live!” slogan. Yeah, Amity Park was a great place to live if you enjoyed the constant ghost attacks. She was sure their town was going to become a tourist attraction not too long after the famous Danny Phantom saved the world.

“Do ghosts normally haunt billboards at night, Phantom?” she teased as she retracted her hoverboard beneath her feet.

“Night is the best time to haunt, Red, makes things spookier,” he replied, not turning to face her yet. His ever charming sarcasm oozed from his voice, but she could place a bit of hesitance in his tone as well.

Poor guy. Danny probably thought the worst of her. She hadn’t spoken to him since they had returned to school. He had spared her a few glances and nervous smiles between classes, but she hadn’t said anything. She hadn’t dared to pop open that can of worms. And yet, there she was… somehow finally finding her courage to speak to him. The boy she had hunted… the boy she had dated.

Her face softened as she smiled. “Hey, Danny.”

He looked at her then, those green eyes piercing and glowing. “Hey, Val,” he smiled. A genuine Danny smile that she had come to appreciate so much.

Valerie took a seat next to him, not sure where to even begin. But Danny took the lead, of course.

“So, how long is this truce thing going to last? I kind of miss you chasing me around with blasters,” he joked with a half hearted shrug.

Valerie chuckled, leaning back on her palms. “I didn’t know you enjoyed fighting so much..”

“Oh, yeah. Screaming in pain, getting caught in nets, even Skulker constantly telling me he wants my pelt on his wall: love it.”

“That’s a little TMI, Danny. I didn’t need to know that you were a masochist.”

Danny gaped at her. “That is not what I--”

Valerie cut him off with a burst of laughter. He pursed his lips, giving her a glare for teasing him but seemed to relax and join in the fit of giggles with her.

When the chuckles died down, Danny finally leaned back on his palms as she was. “You knew, didn’t you?”

She didn’t have to ask him to elaborate. Valerie already knew what he was asking. She looked up, gazing at the stars with a hesitant smile etching at the corner of her lips. “I had a suspicion. That was my fault, though, I shouldn’t have been so nosy and pried.”

Sighing, he shook his head. “No, if anything I was glad you knew. It’s hard explaining why I didn’t like Vlad Masters without a reason. Especially as a ghost.”

“If it’s any consolation, I don’t like him either.”

Danny snorted at that. “Pretty sure no one likes him anymore, Val. He tried to conquer the world by force and promised safety he couldn’t follow through on. Even my dad hates his old pal Vladdy.”

“Well, I didn’t like him anymore before that. And I tried so hard to play nice so he’d give me information. I think he tried to hint at your identity a few times too.”

Humming, he nodded. “Sounds right. Vlad always had a weird obsession with me.”

“What a freak.”

“A crazed up fruitloop.”

Valerie snorted at that. “I just--I want you to know that I’m happy for you. You’ve never seemed happier and I’m glad. You deserve it, Danny.”

He looked at her, those green eyes seeming to pierce her soul. He really was too kind. Too good, ablet a bit devious at times she knew. He always wanted what was best for everyone. Willingly sacrificed himself for the greater good so many times. And somehow, he was still the dorky unpopular kid at her school. The one she was mean to for so long because she thought that’s what she was supposed to do. Dating Danny had really opened her eyes to the person he could be. It didn’t surprise her one bit that he was Danny Phantom: the ghost hero of Amity Park.

“Thank you.”

The response was so genuine… it made her heart ache. There was a look on his face, however… something that told her there was more he wanted to say. Something in his eyes that didn’t sit well in the pit of her stomach.

“What is it?” she asked.

Danny swallowed, seeming tense. “I have to ask… how do you not hate me? I lied to you--a lot. You were dating me. You were dating Danny Phantom, the literal ghost you wanted to blast to bits and had no idea. Why didn’t you come here screaming at me?”

Sighing, she felt her shoulders sag. “After that stuff with Vlad… and after I figured you out, I had a lot of time to think about it. I was a little angry at first, I guess. But then I thought about how it must’ve been for you. You just wanted to be normal for once. It’d be lame of me to blame you for that. You knew I was literally trying to destroy your other half and yet you still wanted to be with me. I can’t hate you for that.”

He considered her, seeming to soak in her words. When he nodded with a smile, Valerie felt some relief. It wasn’t even a worry she realized she had. She hadn’t thought about Danny fearing how she’d react to him being Phantom. She was glad she could clear that up for him, at least.

Clearing her throat, Valerie quickly realized that sincere conversation was no longer for her. “Sooo, is Tucker seeing anyone?”

He blinked. “Aside from his PDA? No, not that I know of,” Danny paused and grinned. “Why? You interested?”

“I dunno. Dating Amity Park’s youngest mayor in history sounds enticing..”

“What? And dating Amity Park’s ghost superhero isn’t?”

She cocked a brow. “Yeah, but I heard he’s taken.”

“Again, that’s not what I meant.”

“Duh, I know what you meant.” Valerie paused, letting silence wash over her a minute before she sighed and glanced away from him. “We were never going to work, you know that, right?”

He cocked his head in a curious gesture. “What?”

“Danny, you’ve always loved her. Even when you didn’t know it. It was so obvious to everyone else. I just--I just thought I’d take my chances.”

Danny’s cheeks tinged pink (with a little bit of green mixed in, oddly enough.) “Valerie, I liked you. A lot. My feelings for you were real too.”

“‘Liked’ being the operative word. Danny, it’s okay. You don’t have to validate your feelings to me. I know you liked me. I just know you have had stronger feelings for Sam.”

He opened his mouth as if he were going to argue, but snapped his jaw shut quickly. Pursing his lips, he glanced away. “I do. I love her.”

“Have you told her?”

“No…?”

Valerie smacked him on the arm.

“Hey!”

“Why are you telling me, Fenton!? You should be telling Sam that!”

“I will!”

“When?”

“When it feels right!”

Valerie groaned, flopping her head back. “Ughh, you’re such a hopeless romantic. It’s almost gross.”

“Hey! You liked it when I tried to woo you!”

“Maybe so.”

He gave her a knowing look before turning away. “I don’t know how to tell her. I’ll get there, okay?”

Raising her hands in surrender, Valerie caved. “Okay, fine. But do it quick, someone may snatch her up.”

“Are you trying to steal my girlfriend, Valerie?”

“Hey, maybe I just want to homie hop. I’ll date Tucker next then steal Sam from right under your nose.”

Snorting, Danny shoved her gently. “As if. Pretty sure she loves me.”

“Uh huh. Maybe she’d say it if you say it first.”

There was a beat of silence, and Valerie worried she had pushed the conversation too far. But Danny surprised her instead.

He smiled at her.

“Can we be like this all the time,” he asked.

“Me threatening to steal your girlfriend?”

He barked a laugh. “No! Just--Just being friends.”

Valerie smiled in return, holding out a hand to him. “Permanent friends truce, then?”

Nodding, he took her hand. “Permanent friends truce.”

When she let go, Valerie turned to look over the streets. As stressful as it could be to live in Amity Park, there’s nowhere else she’d want to go. This was home. These were her people. And she loved her life. It took her a long time to see it. But Amity Park meant so much to her. It was terrifying to know her life was a risk. Her home was at risk. But Danny saved them. Saved her. Just like he always did.

“You want to be a member of Team Phantom?”

“Oh, God,” she made a gagging sound. “You guys have a team name?”

“Hey! We’re cool enough to have a team name.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that, Fenton.”

[scarletwidowaf]

Imagine that no power AU where Natasha falls for this cute artsy girl and slowly finds out (to her horror) that Wanda's not just some random artsy crafts girl who plays guitar, but the (adopted) Granddaughter of the owner of the company Natasha works for. As in oh, oh no, that's Carter's grandbaby, Carter's gonna kill me.

baby carter

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff (scarlet widow \ wandanat)

warnings: cursing? Terrible grammar and writing maybe because my brain's having hard time.

A\N: soft scarlet widow- Natasha being awkward and charming and Wanda being absolutely adorable. also, I honestly don't know what I feel bout it - I think it's kinda messy especially compared to my latest work.

words: idk... a lot? 

masterlist

Natasha's been working in carter's Law Firm for almost 3 years now, slowly climbing up the company's hierarchical food chain, yet not enough to get the well-deserved promotion she was aching to get.

Not that she was ungrateful, hell no. not long after she graduated she got the job in carter's, which was one of the best and strongest law firms in the market. This means that not only that she found herself working alongside some of the best lawyers in the world, she truly couldn't complain about the paycheck she was getting every month.

Natasha wasn't ungrateful, but she was driven and she knew she was great at her job, hell, she was the best young lawyer in her class, yet, after 3 years in the firm, she was still working under Coulson. Which naturally means, she did a lot of dirty work instead of representing her own cases. Working with Coulson was great, really, the man was nice, sweet, a bit nerdy at times, and of course, such a great lawyer. Looking back, Natasha should give him credit for many things she achieved in the last 3 years, and one of them was meeting the love of her life- the one and only Wanda Maximoff.

One Thursday evening, as she was just finishing up some paperwork at the firm's office in New York, she got a call from Coulson, who let her know they were cutting the day short following personal constraints.

Instead of going straight home to rest after the brutal week, as she probably should've done, she decided to text Steve and Tony to see if they were free. luckily for her, her two best friends were willing to sacrifice any plans they had for this fine Thursday night, to celebrate the rare occasion of Natasha getting out of the firm before 8 pm.

The bar steve chose was nice, rather quiet and chill. Naturally, tony didn't seem to be a fan of the blonde's choice, but since it was Steve's turn to choose a place there wasn't much he could've done about it.

"We should sit near the stage" Steve said as he spotted an empty table at the other side of the bar, near the stage.

"What's wrong with you rogers? Do you want us to sit near the stage where random people will try to squick their hearts out to a Celine Dion song?" Tony sneered out, his eyes shooting daggers at the blonde as they sat.

"It's not a karaoke bar, tony" Natasha defended steve's choice.

"Yeah, this bar hosts young talented artists, I think it's awesome and refreshing" the blonde explained.

"I still hate it" tony said.

"We don't care" Natasha said as a waitress came to the table.

Over an hour and a half later, 3 performances were over and two bawls of fries as well, the next artist got onto the stage.

The woman was young, probably younger than Natasha, and beautiful.

She was dressed rather simply compared to the other artists, just a plain white T and an old pair of skinny jeans.

Natasha noticed that some strands of her dark brown hair got stuck under her red guitar's strap.

The woman was smiling nervously as she introduced herself to the crowd and Natasha couldn't help but send her an encouraging small smile.

Surprisingly for her, the woman smiled back.

Tony and steve noticed it as well and they exchanged knowing looks.

The singer's voice was almost as beautiful as her.

Her fingers softly strumming on the frets- as almost as it was second nature, while her soft angelic voice filled the room, sending chills through Natasha's body.

Natasha smiled when she noticed how quiet the bar became, everyone seemed to be enchanted by the young singer.

When the singer finished her preference she smiled brightly to the audience, who cheered for her loudly- as she deserved, and got off the stage.

Natasha noticed the poor singer who was supposed to try and top her incredible performance. He seemed miserable.

"Earth to nat!?" Tony waved his hand in front of Natasha. The redhead blinked twice before tearing her attention from the singer and to her friends.

Steve was smiling at her, his eyes glittering in enthusiasm, while tony smirked at her with raised eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, what?" She asked.

Steve laughed and tony sigh.

"We said that she was really good" the blonde explained

"Not that you haven't noticed it, you've been practically drooling," Tony said.

"I was not" she defended herself

"You were," he said. "But we don't judge you Romanoff, its natural, she was pretty and you didn't get laid in a while. Plus- You always had a thing for the innocent looking ones" he explained and Natasha sent him her dirtiest glare.

If a look could kill tony stark would've been dead by now.

"Okay first, I wasn't drooling. Second, fuck you"

"Nice comeback" tony taunted her with a smirk, knowing full well he wasn't completely wrong.

"You should ask her out. You seem to like her"

Steve smiled at her and Natasha knew he meant it- he was was always the sweetest one of the three.

"Fancy her" tony corrected steve.

"She Like her" steve raised his eyebrow at his friend.

"Fancy" tony taunted

"Li-" steve was about to argue again until Natasha cut the stupid argument off.

"Fuck off you too," she said and waved to the waiter, hoping that another beer might make the two less annoying.

When the waiter didn't come, Natasha got frustrated, her two friends started to argue over another idiotic thing: steve's lack of love life and tony's girlfriend's lack of taste In men.

"I'm gonna get a refill," she said as she got up. The two sent her quick okays before getting back to their bickering.

When Natasha approached the bar she noticed a familiar face.

The singer was sitting in front of the bar's counter with a glass of mojito. She seemed to be having a polite conversation with the bartender.

"Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt but can I have a refill?" Natasha asked the bartender. The man smiled at her and nodded before he replaced her empty cup with a new one.

The singer smiled at her softly again- Natasha smiled nervously at her.

"I'm Natasha" Natasha said awkwardly to the girl, her cheeks flushed.

Wanda smiled back at her "hey Natasha, I'm Wanda" Wanda, the singer said as she held out her hand for a handshake.

Natasha took her hand, praying to whatever god exist that her hand wasn't sweaty.

'What's wrong with me?' She thought as she mentally faces palmed herself.

"I liked your performance," Natasha said and Wanda smiled at her.

Natasha smiled back, happy she had the privilege to be the reason the singer smiled.

"Thank you" wanda thanked her.

"I saw you at the front line," Wanda said and Natasha nodded.

"Yeah, my friend likes this place. He chose the table" she admitted.

"That's nice, I'm guessing it's your first time in here"

"Yeah, it is actually. Was I that obvious?" Natasha joked and Wanda laughed.

"Just a little bit," Wanda said with a smile "what do you think about it so far?"

"It's really nice, honestly" Natasha admitted.

"Yeah, I think that as well. I come here often with my cousin and brother but its the first time I was on stage"

"Well, you were great. Seriously. You were" she started before gazing at the stage briefly, catching the sight of the young singer who went up after Wanda. "sorry, are- the best singer" she continued and Wanda blushed.

"Thank you it means a lot"

"Anytime," Natasha said back

"I should really go... It was lovely meeting you Natasha." Wanda said as she checked the time, a small frown on her lips.

"You too," Natasha said.

Wanda nodded at her before getting up and turning around from Natasha to pull her guitar.

when Natasha took a small sip from her beer she catches the bartender's eye.

The guy was giving her the 'are you kidding me?!' look- who was a well-known look she was familiar with from years of friendship with tony.

"Hey Wanda-" Natasha said to Wanda, who was about to walk away. The singer turned back around with a small confused smile.

"Yeah?" She asked

"Would you like to, maybe, I don't know.. go out sometime?" Natasha stuttered.

'Did I just fucking stuttered!?' She mentally kicked herself.

"Yeah.. id like that" Wanda said with a smile. The brunette took a pen out of her jeans pocket and scribble something on Natasha's arm.

"Call me," Wanda said with a smile before she smiled at the bartender, who tried to look busy with anything but them.

"Bye bucky" she laughed at his antics and left.

Natasha looked up from the scrabble on her hand, who was- of course Wanda's number with a small heart at the bottom, and exchange looks with bucky the bartender.

"That went well, right?" She asked him dumbfounded and he laughed before handing her a shot glass with vodka.

"Yeah it did.. friendly advice, don't fuck it up" he said as passed her a slice of lemon.

Natasha downed the shot, nodded at him as she took her beer, and left the lemon on the counter. Her legs taking her back to her table. both of her friends were staring at her with wide eyes.

"Hell yeah Romanoff!" Tony said excitedly.

Natasha smiled at tony before looking at steve with a chuckle "the bartender is your type" she said as she set.

Steve gave her a 'are you kidding me look before his eyes traveled from her to the bartender at the bar.

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Not long after Natasha and Wanda met again, a few times actually. 10 minutes into their first date, Natasha knew she was in trouble.

Wanda was completing Natasha on almost every level she thought about.

Wanda was carefree and dorky as Natasha was a stressed workaholic.

Wanda liked homemade meals and cooking while Natasha was practically living on boxed mac and cheese or takeout.

Natasha loved to binge movies and random tv shows into the night while Wanda liked getting up early to watch the sunrise.

Wanda loved fruity alcoholic drinks while Natasha preferred it clean.

Wanda was a splash of color in Natasha's black and white life.

Not long after, Natasha asked wanda to be her girlfriend- it happened in a month and a half after their first meeting as the two women laid in Wanda's bed, naked and sweaty with their limbs intertwined.

She could've done it more romantic, but both girls truly couldn't give a damn about it.

Wanda's apartment was incredible.

The studio apartment was big and bright.

The apartment's walls color was cream and the tall window frames were covered with white curtains.

In the beginning, Natasha didn't really understand why wanda even bother to use these curtains since the sun would light the room either way, (she found out about this terrible trait when she first stayed over and found herself awake and cursing under her breath at 7 am) But, luckily for her, Natasha learned rather fast why the younger girl's windows where ALWAYS covered. It was simple, really.

Wanda had this habit to walk around the apartment half-naked, or completely naked on better days, and as much as Natasha was grateful for that (and she was), she truly wasn't the one to share, especially not the image of her naked girlfriend as she walked around the apartment or squirmed under her touch on the bed- or anywhere they chose, really.

"Nat?" Wanda whispered softly as she was playing with her sleepy girlfriend's hair and spread soft kisses on her back.

"Hm?" Natasha hummed, half asleep.

"There's something I need to tell you" Wanda said softly. Her voice barely a whisper.

"Is everything okay, baby?" Natasha asked as she turned around to face the taller woman.

Natasha's eyebrows were tightened together in worry and Wanda couldn't help but kiss her on the nose.

"Yeah" she whispered and Natasha waited patiently for her to continue "it's just that.. there's something I need to tell you... about my family"

"Okay.." Natasha encouraged her to continue.

"My family-" she started, but got cut off by Natasha's phone buzzing on the nightstand.

"Fuck" Natasha cursed before turning around to check who it was- and if she can ignore it.

The name on the screen was definitely a sight she could not ignore.

"Just a second baby, it's my boss" she said as she pulled herself up to answer the phone. by doing so, Natasha missed wanda's guilty lip bite.

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That's how things went for another month. In this month Natasha got the promotion she wanted which meant she was enthusiastic for days later- and Wanda couldn't bear the thought of ruining it for her.

And that's how it went overtime.

Every time Wanda manage to muster enough courage to tell Natasha whatever she wanted to say, something happened and ruined it.

But jean Racine was indeed right: 'there are no secrets that time does not reveal', and unfortunately for both women, wanda's secret got revealed in a rather unpleasant and awkward situation.

It was a pretty normal day for Natasha.

Or at least it started as one. she spent the night at Wanda's again, which means she had a hard time leaving bed in the morning but she managed it so now, a few hours later, she was having lunch at a deserted meeting room with a few friends from the office

"hey, nat.. is that your girlfriend??" Sam asked, his eyes following a girl who passes near the glass door.

"Wanda?" Natasha asked him confused.

They weren't supposed to meet today for lunch, didn't they?

"Do you have another girlfriend I'm not aware of?" He asked

"Shut up Wilson, why would Wanda be here!?"

"I don't know Romanoff, she's your girlfriend. All I can say is that she seemed to be in a deep conversation with Sharon"

"Carter?"

"the one and only" Carol whispered and Gamora rolled her eyes at the girl.

"Will you stop being weird?" Gamora asked and Carol shook her head.

"Why would she have a conversation with Sharon fucking Carter" Natasha asked confused

"Maybe you should ask her...?” the man asked

"Oh shit I think they're coming over here, pretend to be busy," Carol said as she dived back into her salad.

The others do the same as well.

A few moments later the glass door was pulled open by Sharon.

Her smile wide.

"Hey guys" Sharon said as she opened the door and git into the room, wanda following behind-

Probably unaware of her girlfriend's presence until moments later when their eyes met.

Wanda looked like she was about to die.

"Wanda?" Natasha asked. Her eyebrows knitted together.

"Wait, You know each other?" Sharon asked as she turned to the brunette

"Yeah-" she started

"How do you guys know each other" Natasha cut her girlfriend off. Her eyes were still wide with confusion.

"We're cousins" the blonde explained and Wanda bit her lip.

Natasha stared at her girlfriend, hoping to get an explanation from her.

"Wait how do you to know each other"

"She's my girlfriend," Wanda said softly as Natasha got up from her chair.

Sharon's eyes were wide "didn't see that coming" she muttered

"Tell me about that" Natasha said, more to her girlfriend than to her boss.

"I'm going out for a smoke," she said simply before leaving the room.

"Nat-" Wanda started as she followed her, leaving the other remaining members of the room confused.

"Really?" Sharon asked again.

"Well, that was something," sam said and gamora nodded.

"That's classic," Carol said as she quietly laughed to herself

Meanwhile, at the elevator, things were going less smoothly for the couple.

"You're my boss's niece and you didn't think about telling me this?" Natasha shot at Wanda as the elevator door opened and the two went outside.

"I was trying to tell you, nat. I swear. That was the thing I tried to tell you about this whole month But every time I tried to something happened" Wanda explained as Natasha lit her cigarette.

"Why didn't you say anything when we started dating and got to know each other?" Natasha asked.

The lawyer wasn't sure if she was more hurt by the fact Wanda kept this secret from her or terrified by the fact she was dating her boss's niece

"Because I didn't want you to look at me the way you look at me right now" Wanda defended herself.

"How do I look at you wanda?" Natasha asked hurt.

"Like I'm no longer the same artsy girl you met at the bar" Wanda whispered

Natasha laughed bitterly

"Come on Wanda you know I don't give a shit about it. I love you and the fact you're a carter won't change it. You are the same artsy girl from the bar, who happened to be my boss's nephew. You should've said something."

"You're right, I shouldn't have kept this away from you. It was destined to get out eventually and the last thing I ever wanted was to hurt you" Wanda took the cigarette out of Natasha's lips.

"I made a mistake and I can't change it."

Wanda continued and Natasha sigh

"I wanted you to know me, and I was scared you'll judge me or see me as a carter like most people do."

Wanda put her hand on Natasha's cheek and Natasha kissed her palm, encouraging her to continue her speech.

"Fuck, nat, I'm not even in this business- yeah they're my family but that's it. the only other connection I have to this firm is the fact I'm in love with one of its lawyers" Natasha's eyes lit up and Wanda blushed furiously.

"You're in love with me?" Natasha asked as she played pulled her girlfriend closer, A small cocky smile on her lips as Wanda rolled her eyes

"For someone so fucking smart you can be so dense sometimes," Wanda said and Natasha laughed "Of course I do moron."

"I love you too," Natasha said before kissing Wanda softly on the lips.

"Can you forgive me, then?"

"It depends," Natasha said with the best poker straight face she could muster.

"On?" Wanda asked with her eyebrow raised.

"Is there any other relative- who can fire my ass, I need to know about?"

Wanda smiled kissed Natasha's lips deeply.

"No!" She said when they broke away and the two laughed.

Natasha wiped away the younger woman's tears before kissing her lips again. This time softly.

"Good, now if you don't mind maximoff. My break's over and I should really get back before your cousin will fire my ass"

"Well technically.. she's my cousin in law, I'm peggy's grandchild, adopted one, and she's her nephew" Wanda explained

"Can she fire my ass?" Natasha asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well.. yeah..?"

"Then my point still stands.

"Shut up Romanoff! you and I both know Sharon won't' fire your ass' because you're the best lawyer in this damn place" wanda argued

"Who fucks her cousin..-"

"You're right.. she might fire you" wanda joked and took her girlfriend's hand in hers.

"Or murder me" Natasha continued as her girlfriend pulled her back into the building and to the elevator.

"Yeah" Wanda laughed when they got into the elevator and the doors closed.

Wanda kissed Natasha's lips softly before pressing the button of their destined floor. "Or murder you"

[jihyuncompass]

The RFA sharing a bed with MC for the first time?

Oh my goodness this is a very cute idea I love it! 

Note: Since it was requested this request now included V and Saeran!

Zen/Hyun

The first time wasn’t intentional. You had come over to hang out and watch a movie together. 

But then it got late and he didn’t feel safe sending you home at night. He was in a gang when he was young and he knows what kind of things happen to people at night!

At first he insists on sleeping on the couch, he wants to be a gentleman around you! All men are wolves!

But that’s not gonna fly, nope. You insist that he share with you, at this point you’ve been dating a while so really what’s the harm? 

Once you convince him he crawls into bed next to you. He’s trying to keep cool and keep his head on straight but you look so beautiful he can’t help but pull you into his arms. 

He’s so happy he can barely even speak so he just holds you tighter. 

Zen is basically a human space heater so you don’t even really need a blanket. He’s so warm cozy and just pleasant. 

The two of you fall asleep with your head resting against his chest and his arms around your shoulders and waist, both incredibly happy. 

Zen ends up skipping his morning run the next morning to sleep in with you a little longer. He wants to savor the moment and make it last as long as he can. 

Yoosung

He’s equal parts nervous and excited. 

He’s dreamed of having a significant other for so long and he’s imagined all of the different scenarios and sharing a bed is definitely one of them. 

He ends up psyching himself up in the mirror while he’s getting ready for bed. It may be just sharing a bed but that’s still super exciting for him! Pretty much any relationship milestone is major for him. 

Once he’s in bed with you he tries not to make his excitement obvious, but you catch on, he’s never been good at hiding how he’s feeling especially from you. 

The two of you spend some time messing around on your phones, playing mobile games together, watching some youtube videos. It’s all very sweet and peaceful. 

You both fall asleep with Yoosung as the big spoon and you as the little spoon. He feels so happy and excited it takes him a while to settle down and actually fall asleep. 

In the morning you both wake up to Yoosung’s alarm so he can get to class on time. 

Sometime during the night you had changed positions and now you were the big spoon and he’s the little spoon. 

He tries not to be embarrassed but you assure him he’s still a strong grown man even if he ends up the little spoon. 

He insists on you staying the night more often.

Jaehee

Jaehee had come over after a long day at the cafe. The plan was to have some dinner, go over some cafe-related paperwork and maybe watch a movie. 

The two of you barely make it through the first stack of paperwork when you both realize just how tired you both are. You’re both yawning up a storm and wiping tears from your drooping eyes. 

At this point you tell Jaehee she should just spend the night with you. At first she isn’t sure, your relationship had definitely turned romantic but she still was getting used to being in a relationship and maybe this was too soon?

You tell Jaehee that she doesn’t have to stay if she doesn’t want to or feel comfortable but she agrees. 

She wants to! Jaehee is also just not someone who’s used to this, she still is figuring out what is and isn’t okay with you. But if you offered that must mean you really want to right?

Once the two of you are ready for bed you decide to put one of Zen’s musicals on the TV, so hopefully she can relax. 

It works like a charm, once the musical is playing you can tell how calm she is, how comfortable she is. 

The two of you fall asleep lying close to each other, not quite cuddling but close and comfortable. When you wake up however the two of you are tangled in each other’s arms, having reached out to embrace each other something during the night. 

After this Jaehee starts to seem more comfortable, more confident even, somehow sleeping in the same bed seemed to get rid of some anxiety she had, and your relationship feels more clear, more established. 

It has a good impact. 

Jumin

As hard as it was for him, even after you start dating Jumin holds steady to his rule about living together before marriage. 

However you staying the night isn’t living together so that’s fine. Also the two of you are engaged so why not?

Like with Zen it’s almost kind of an accident. The two of you had originally intended on just having dinner together. But you ended up talking a lot longer than planned, and drinking a few more glasses of wine than either of you had planned. 

Soon enough it was super late and if he was being honest Jumin didn’t want to let you go yet. He was enjoying being with you so much and he didn’t want to stop feeling the way he did. 

Also he doesn’t think it’s right to send you home after so many glasses of wine, it’s not polite and he hasn’t been in a relationship before but he knows that sending you home would be a bad fiance move. 

Once the two of you are in bed together Jumin has no hesitation in bringing you close to him. Your head lies in the crook of his neck and your arm is resting on his chest. 

You don’t say it out loud but you wonder if Jumin would have done the same thing if he hadn’t indulged in so much wine earlier in the night. 

Jumin’s breathing lulls you to sleep, and it’s the most comfortable sleep you’e had in a long time. 

The two of you actually wake up in the same position you fell asleep. Jumin is awake first and completely awestuck seeing you. This is just another moment for him that proves how badly he wants to marry you.

When you wake up the first thing he asks is if the wedding date can be moved up. He doesn’t think he can stand not being married to you for much longer. 

You mostly laugh off his suggestion. Mostly.

Seven

Okay hear me out. I know you said bed, but I raise you something even better. 

A pillow fort. 

It started as a joke but soon the two of you had collected every pillow, blanket, couch cushion, and bed sheet you could find in the bunker. You even grabbed a few of Seven’s fluffiest towels too. 

This pillow fort was insane, Seven even managed to put in twinkle lights so there was light inside. He also set up one of his giant computer monitors in there so the two of you could watch movies without leaving the comfort of your shared pillow palace. 

You both stayed up late watching dorky action movies, you listened to Seven’s commentary and bad impressions of the actors. But eventually the two of you started to get tired. You weren’t even quite sure what time it was anymore.

You both kind of fell asleep by accident, the exhaustion had really hit the two of you at about the same time. You couldn’t even remember what position you were laying in when you actually fell asleep. 

When you woke up Seven was curled around you, arms around your waist, head resting on your chest, both of his legs wrapped around yours. 

You couldn’t recall the last time you’d seen him look so serene. You were used to him being so big and energetic, or depressed and distant. But here, he seemed so calm. It’s a side of him you’ve never seen before. But one that makes you fall more in love with him. 

You don’t wake him up, at that moment you just want to keep watching him, you gently press a kiss to the top of his head and enjoy this moment for all that it is. 

V/Jihyun

The two of you had been together quite a while by this point. After V had returned from his two year journey he was like a completely different person. The darkness that used to haunt his expression was gone, the seemingly permanent crease in his brow seemed softer now. He seemed more confident, happier.

But even after he returned there were still some things he struggled with when it came to being in a relationship so the two of you took things at your own pace, some things happened faster than others but something like sharing a bed took a long while.

It’s not as if he didn’t want to, anytime the two of you shared any type of physical affection or intimacy he loved it, but it was the build up that was difficult. That’s where doubt sprouted in his mind and worry rooted in his chest.

The first time is planned. The two of you spent the day together, going for a hike in the morning, making lunch together and spending the afternoon putting puzzles together, all things that put his mind at ease.

When it was time for bed the two of you took your time lying down together. You shared a peaceful silence for a while, letting Jihyun take the lead so he wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.

After a while he reaches out to you, he’s hesitant but he relaxes once he sees you reach out for him too. Soon the two of you are holding onto each other. His fingers running through your hair while you trace your fingers across his back.You fall asleep that way, mostly in a comfortable silence.

In the morning it’s Jihyun who wakes up first, he wakes up feeling warm and his eyes open to see your face. He can’t stop staring at you, he thinks about how he almost allowed himself to completely lose his sight, how he could never be able to look at you like this.

But he feels no anxiety, no regret, only love and reassurance. Reassurance that he made the right choice in choosing you to come back to.

Saeran

The two of you were at the safehouse after escaping Mint Eye.

Saeran had been working nonstop without a break for hours. Soon the whole world would know about his father and the crimes he’s committed. 

You tried to sleep but you just couldn’t. Every time you closed your eyes you kept thinking you were back in that place, in that room. it would scare you out of sleeping.

You didn’t want to bother Saeran but you knew he probably needed to sleep just as much as you did. Gently you asked him to take a break and lie down with you for a while. Just until you were able to fall asleep.

He was pretty unsure, you knew that he was doing better being out of that place but it wasn’t hard to see how he was still worried. Gently you take his hand and lead him to the bed.

At first he doesn’t even touch you, he just lies next to you and watches you. He’s trying to find words to say but he can’t find anything. He feels so many emotions, he feel anxious, overwhelmed, but also happy, safe, and dare he say hopeful.

You reach out and take his hand in yours, you remind him that it’s all going to be okay, and soon the worst will be behind the both of you. You start talking about all the things the two of you can do once things are better. You talk about growing a garden together, one even better than the one at Magenta, you talk about cooking meals together, living together. Being happy together.

The two of you talk until you both drift to sleep, both envisioning a happy, perfect future for the two of you.

You wake up first, and find yourself clinging to Saeran, while he clings to you, legs tangled together with your chin resting on the top of his head. You hold him tighter, making your embrace a promise.

You’re going to make sure he’s happy, if it’s the last thing you do.

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Dating NCT | Mark

- masterlist  requests : OPEN 

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║ pairings ; mark lee x fem! reader 

║ genre ; fluffy fluff, smut, angst 

║ word count ; 2.4k

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~ A/N : I’ve been so soft for Mark, I just had to let it out. also I think I went a little bit overboard ... I wrote so much. so please pretty please send me your feedback on it because I literally poured my heart into this post. thanks 🥺

                 ~ Admin Ally 

* gif credits to the owner *

♡ how you meet : 

you first met Mark at the local bookstore 

you were browsing through the fiction section, searching for your next read 

as you pursued the shelves, you slid your finger across the spine of the books 

until landing on the mystery novel you had been searching for 

you removed the book from the shelf and added it to the stack of books you were carrying in your other arm 

feeling satisfied with your collection, you proceeded to walk over to the lounge area to review the books 

you sat down in a large, green armchair and placed the stack of books next to you on the side table 

you picked up the first book, the mystery novel you had been dying to get your hands on, and started reading through the authors note on the inside cover 

as you were flipping through the pages, glancing at the chapters, someone tripped over your foot 

“oh, my bad” 

the boy shyly bowed and apologized 

“it’s okay,” you replied nodding back 

the boy continued on his way and walked over to the magazine section 

there he joined two other boys, you assumed they were friends 

you shrugged off the interaction and diverted your attention back to your book 

about 10 minutes pass by and you’ve glanced over each book you’ve found

you decided to buy the mystery novel and a YA romance novel 

you gathered your things before putting the other books back on the shelf 

you were back in the fiction section, your eyes scanning the shelves to find the correct place to put away a sci-fi novel when you heard some muffled giggling behind you 

you decided not to turn around and focused on finding the section of books that matched the one you were trying to put away 

“Johnny, I’m not gonna talk to her” a boy said in a whispered tone 

“you’ve been staring at her this whole time, go talk to her!” encouraged another boy, you assumed it was the boy names Johnny

you tried again to ignore the whispers behind you 

that is until you felt a tap on your shoulder 

you turned around and were faced with a black-haired blushing boy 

you glanced at the two boys behind him who were pretending to be inconspicuous, but failing at it 

one boy was tall with auburn hair and held a starbucks cup in his hand 

the other was slightly shorter with long blonde hair, is that a mullet? 

“I um, ..” the boy in front of you spoke 

you returned your gaze back to the shy boy 

“I uh, my name’s Mark” 

you were still very much confused as to what was going on 

you didn’t mean to, but the puzzled look on your face must have given the boy a bad feeling because he said 

“I don’t mean to bother you, but I um .. I think you’re really cute” 

his ears were bright red and he had trouble looking you in the eye 

he was so nervous

it’s charming 

“I promise I’m not a bad guy, but um, would you lie to go on um ... a date with me?” 

♡ first date : 

you guys had been talking for a few days leading up to your date 

Mark wanted to make sure you didn’t think he was some sort of weirdo for asking you out in Barnes and Noble 

and he wanted you to at least get to know him before going out 

and the two of you discussed your schedules and were able to set up a date and time for the two of you to go out 

and Mark, being the gentleman that he is, decided to take you to a restaurant for your first date 

he wanted to keep things sort of traditional and classy and make you feel special 

he’s a softie like that 

he really wanted to impress you by dressing nice in a blazer and dress shoes 

he wanted to prove that he’s more than just the nervous, giggly guy you found in a bookstore 

ugh im so soft

anyway, Mark picks you up and you two head to the restaurant together 

once you’re seated at your table, the waiter takes your orders for drinks and appetizers 

once she leaves, there’s nothing but silent tension 

Mark’s hand flies to the back of his neck, nervously fildeling with the hair behind his head.  

“you look really nice” he said, his voice was low

you could sense the anxiousness by his tone 

“thanks, you look really nice too” you said, returning the compliment 

there was another long pause 

“how are your books? I.. I mean the ones you bought last week” Mark asked, he was making an effort to start a conversation 

the two of you had no problem talking over text, but the both of you are clearly nervous around each other 

was it because both nervous and socially awkward? or was it the sexual tension? 

who knows 

eventually the awkwardness subsided sort of 

Mark was still visibly nervous 

he kept rubbing the back of his neck and would stutter every so often 

it was cute that he was nervous

but it’s all part of his charm 

I mean, that’s the reason you agreed to go out with him in the first place

alright, back to your dinner 

you were able to have a decent conversation with him 

the two of you discussed your family and friends, your hobbies and interests 

nothing too wild 

but the whole time, Mark listened to you intently 

he would ask questions, furthering your conversation 

he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you and learning about your interests 

it was refreshing and sweet 

every so often, he would crack a joke

and they were always so cheesy and dorky 

but it was cute, so you laughed along 

after your meal, Mark had offered to walk you home before it got too late

he wanted to make sure you got home safely 

when you arrived at your doorstep, the two of you exchanged goodbye’s 

“I had a good time tonight” you said 

“I’m glad, so did I” Mark smiled back shyly 

you placed a soft peck on his cheek 

his cheeks flushed pink and the tip of his ears turned bright red

“Good night beautiful” Mark said, taking ahold of your hand 

he leaned in and gently kissed your forehead

♡ living together / couple stuff : 

everyday with Mark is an adventure 

and I mean that in the best way 

Mark is always full of surprises 

sometimes he’ll be sitting in the living room and just start strumming his guitar and sing soft ballads and his voice would echo through the house

or you’ll be fixing dinner for the two of you in the kitchen and you’ll hear his infectious laughter from the living room 

you and Mark have tons of inside jokes

he’s always making cheesy jokes 

like even if his jokes aren’t funny 

you’ll still laugh along because he’s just that cute and clueless 

sometimes he’ll come home and share stories about his day 

like he’ll talk about the producers he met with and the songs he’s been working on with them 

and he’ll get super excited too 

“babe, I can’t wait for you to hear the finished product” 

not that that he wants validation from you, but hearing you praise him for his work and his music really gives him an ego boost

who doesn’t want to hear the love of their life compliment them on their passions? 

also, you’re a huge inspiration and muse to him

now not every song he write its written about you, but when it comes to love songs on nct albums or a superm album, you’re always at the forefront of his mind when contributing to love lyrics 

he loves adding little nods to your relationship in his music 

it’s his way of showing his love for you 

but it’s not always in just lyrics, he can also be romantic in his actions 

although he can be a little awkward sometimes

he’s just a sweet puppy okay? be gentle with him 

Mark is a big cuddle bug 

he’s kind of clingy when he returns home from tour and promotions 

and he wants to spend as much time with you as possible when his schedule is clear 

mornings with Mark are an experience 

he absolutely loves to treat you to breakfast in bed 

but Mark isn’t the best chef 

so he’ll either try his best at making you eggs and toast 

or he’ll stop by your favorite cafe and purchase a to-go order 

Mark loves making you feel special in any little way he can

but let’s talk about the night time 

after dinner, the two of you like to cuddle up and watch the newest kdrama episode on tvN or just watch a random bad movie on Netflix to make fun of 

you’ll of course have a big bowl of popcorn and finish it within the first 10 minutes of the movie 

and when the movie is over, you’ll walk to your shared bedroom 

and cuddle up under the blankets and snuggle into Marks chest 

because of course he’s the big spoon 

and you’ll interlock fingers 

sometimes when neither of you can sleep, Mark encourages you to talk about whatever is on your mind 

because sometimes you have too much going on and you mind is just so full that you can’t sleep 

Mark is super understanding and just offers his ear to you 

he’ll comfort you if there’s anything serious going on 

Mark is just super supportive and loves having deep conversations with you 

he loves how these deep conversations bring the two of you closer together because it strengthens your trust in one another

♡ arguments : 

Mark doesn’t seem like the confrontational type 

and the two of you don’t fight often 

like I had mentioned before up above, you and Mark tend to tell each other everything 

there’s not much that you hide from each other 

and you guys have such a strong bond that jealousy doesn’t really affect you both 

but that doesn’t mean that life stresses can’t affect you 

now we all know that we tend to take out our frustrations on the people we love 

so I feel like most of the bumps in your relationship could be related to the stresses from work and everyday life 

like sometimes you just have a bad day at work

you boss is in a mood and takes it out on you, so you bring home that frustration and eventually take it out on Mark 

even though you don’t mean to 

another example may be the stress about your public relationship with him as an idol 

obviously if you received hate, it might have an effect on your actions towards your boyfriend

you become distant and closed off a bit

the comments say that you don’t deserve someone like Mark, and even though you know they’re wrong that doesn’t mean their words don’t hurt 

and when Mark realizes how closed off you’ve been, he’ll try to talk with you about it 

of course he won’t force you to talk about things until you’re ready 

but Mark can be a little fragile, and the fact that you’ve been distant would hurt him 

and when he hears that you’ve been doubting that you’re worthy of his love really hurts him 

he’ll comfort you and rub the tears from your face

seeing you cry just breaks his heart 

♡ sexy time :

okay, now I’ve said this before, but Mark is a soft dom, possibly a switch

listen, don’t cancel me 

I feel like Mark puts on a show that he’s super kinky 

and his lyrics from ‘whiplash” and ‘drippin’ are proof of that 

but when it comes down to the wire, I think he’s actually kind of nervous at first 

sex with Mark for the first time is a sweet experience 

of course, y’all aren’t going to jump straight into choking on the first night 

Mark is a gentleman

a good christian boy 

Mark is a soft dom for your first time 

he’s very gentle and he takes his time, making sure that you’re comfortable and satisfied every step of the way 

he places kisses all over your body, making sure he pays attention to every inch of your body 

Mark pays attention to every moan and whimper that falls from your precious lips

he’ll leave love bites and markings in all your sensitive spots 

his thrusts are slow and deep, making it easier for you to feel every inch of him completely fill you

I can’t see Mark finishing inside you for the first time, but creampies are definitely something he’s into 

*cough* drippin by nct dream and drop by superm *cough* 

he really likes creampies 

but once the two of you get comfortable with each other and settle into your relationship, that’s when the kinks come out 

I would say that Mark is open to experimenting in bed 

and even though the both of you are comfortable with each other, Mark is still slightly awkward when talking about sex with you 

it’s just who he is 

when it comes to trying out things that you’re interested in, that’s when I feel like Mark would take the backseat 

he’d sub on those nights 

it’s just easier for you to take control when doing things that you’re interested in

but when it comes to you wanting Mark to choke you or spank you, I feel like he would be a little hesitant at first 

he just doesn’t want to hurt you 

he’s not sure how strong his grip should be around your throat 

he’s not sure how hard he should spank you 

what level of pain did you want to receive? 

but once he saw your response and heard your begging, he’ll start to get into it 

he’ll thrust into you hard and fast, his grip around your throat will tighten

he watches as your eyes roll back in pure pleasure, until you finally climax and cry out his name in ecstasy 

he loves watching you cum all over him

I can see him wanting to try out cockwarming, but he’s somewhat nervous when brining it up to you 

cockwarming is something the two of you do when you’re cuddling after sex

of something that you do in the morning when it’s cold outside and you just want to cozy up and share each other’s warmth 

it’s an intimate thing that Mark’s been interested in trying out, and sharing moments like that with you would be pretty meaningful for him 

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Hotel | Unus Annus

Requested? No but I’m just posting whatever at this point LMAO 

Warnings? None? A really bad part 1 set up thing 

Summary: Mark and Ethan accompany you to visit your parents on the east coast when a hurricane hits and knocks out the power. So, you head to a hotel for a break from the unforgivable heat and find that you’re not only sharing a room with the two friends, but a bed.

Word Count: 1,306

Two  |  Three  |  Four

You weren’t sure how you got here. 

Well, it was actually your fault in a way. 

You had been friends with Mark and Ethan for almost 3 years now. Ever since coming to LA to pursue your dreams and go to college as a backup, you had spent the same amount of time with the two men you called your best friends. Whether you helped them film, ran errands with them, or just hung out, it was surprising not to see you with Mark or Ethan. 

It was a quick bond with the three of you and when they started the unus annus channel you loved the idea from the start. It gave them a new creative outlet that they knew wouldn’t have to go on forever and it was something you could help them film. You loved filming with them and coming up with ideas and overall just making memories in the short year for the channel. 

During the time, you realized how quickly your feelings had grown for both Ethan and Mark. It was confusing as all hell, to say the least. But, you had a different relationship with both of them and couldn’t help it. 

Ethan was dorky, energetic, and caring. He was always up for any adventure you threw at him whether it was going to target, going on a hike, or stargazing at 3 am he was right there by your side. 

Mark was calm, charming, and loving. He listened to every word you said, took them each in with care, and responded the same way. He cooked with you and had late-night talks together on drives through LA. 

You were bonded with both of them in different ways and started to fall for them in different ways. You couldn’t help the never-ending zoo parading around in your stomach whenever you were around them. Which certainly didn’t stop when they were filming. 

“Today we’re going to be bleaching our shirts!” Ethan exclaims excitedly. 

They were on their first video of the day and you were happy it was a lowkey video to start off the morning. Just as the boys start to pour bleach on the shirts, your phone rings in your pocket. 

“(y/n),” Ethan whines and you apologize profusely. 

You set the camera down so the boys are still seen in the frame before turning to see who’s calling and watch as your dad’s name pops up. You answer the call and listen as he greets you. 

“Hi (y/n)!” he says. 

“Hey, dad. What’s up?” you ask, uncertain as to why he called you so early for west coast time. 

“I just wanted to make sure you’re still planning to come home in a few weeks to visit.” 

You smack a hand against your forehead and cringe for a moment, forgetting that you had promised you would visit your parents before school starts, and nod even though he can’t see you. 

“Yup! I’ll let you know the flight details soon okay? Love you.” 

He returns the sentiment before hanging up and you turn back to the two friends staring at you in confusion. You shake your head and insist that they finish the video and you would explain after. 

Once they’re done modeling the shirts and you cut the camera, Mark is the first to ask what’s up. 

“I forgot I told my parents I’d visit them before school starts.” 

“How long?” Ethan asks. 

“Probably a week or so,” you respond, shrugging your shoulders. The two boys look between each other seemingly having a silent conversation before turning back to you. 

“Can we come with you?” Mark asks. 

You tilt your head to the side in confusion but Ethan continues Mark’s question. 

“We’ve never met your family and you don’t talk about them too much so can we come?” 

So that’s how you, Mark, and Ethan ended up on the east coast visiting your family for two weeks. You were nervous considering you hadn’t brought anyone home from LA and to bring both boys was a little scary. 

Thankfully, your family greeted the boys with open arms. Your mom loved Mark, loved how sweet he was, how gentle and caring, and how well he sat and listened and had a conversation with her even if she was just rambling to him. 

Your dad loved Ethan. He has the ability to talk about anything and when your dad started talking about sports, something Ethan wasn’t fond of, you were surprised how easily he kept the conversation. The two bonded quickly and got along well. 

“Did you hear about the hurricane that’s supposed to hit?” your dad asks as your making lunch one day. 

“No. How bad is it supposed to be?” you ask turning to face him. 

“Supposed to knock out the power for a couple of days.”

“Wait a hurricane?” Ethan asks nervously from his place at the kitchen table. 

“You’ve never been through one?” 

The older boy shrugs his shoulders and you smile widely at him. You thought it was cute that he was a little nervous about the hurricane. You had been through a couple of them throughout your life due to living on the east coast so they never bothered you too much unless they were supposed to include snow, or a category 5. 

As promised, a few days later the hurricane, that’s reduced to a tropical storm hits. You, Mark, and Ethan were watching a movie when the power goes out and your heart drops for a second out of old habits. 

“Fuck!” you yell out making the two best friends laugh. 

“Do you guys have a generator?” Mark asks. 

“You’ve held a conversation with my dad before right? That man is too cheap to buy a generator,” you joke, and Mark laughs and nods. 

“So, board games?” 

The three of you spend the next few days attempting to keep cool in the hot summer air and occupy yourselves in any way possible. You were shocked that the outage had lasted this long and the end seemed nowhere in sight. 

“Okay, we’re going to a hotel tonight,” your dad announces upon entering the living room on the fourth day without power.

You, Mark, and Ethan had started practically camping out in the living room because it was one of the coolest places you could find. Upstairs in your room was too hot and the basement was unfinished so you took over the couches and majority of the floor of your main room. 

“Please tell me you’re not joking,” you say sitting up to look at him. 

“Nope we leave in two hours,” he says before turning on his heel and leaving the room. 

“Oh thank god!” 

The three of you pack a small bag, and after two hours head out to the hotel about a 20-minute drive from your small home. The boys were excited although they wouldn’t admit that the experience of no power was horrific. 

“Ready to head in?” your dad asks when you get there. 

The five of you hop out of the car and straight towards the hotel. You and Ethan wander around the lobby, inspecting the aesthetic of the room and peering into the pool. 

“(y/n)!” your dad calls. 

You and Ethan head over to your parents and Mark and your father offers a smile. 

“Well, you three will be sharing a room but so help me,” he starts and you roll your eyes. 

“We got it, dad.” 

The five of you head up to your rooms and when you get into your shared room, your jaw drops. Not only was the room small, the bed was large. However, there was only one of them. 

“Uh,” you say as the two boys follow you into the room. 

“Wait, they only gave us one bed?” Mark questions. 

“So, sleepover?”