Ok but headcanons for Chilchuck begging tallman reader to sit on his face but they're too scared they'll crush him đ
established relationship + amab and afab included + human reader + chilly chuckles has stubble !!
<3
chilchuck wouldnât be the type to âbegâ you for it. more like whine or be grumpy about it because heâs kind of embarrassed.
like i said in my previous hcs, he loves everything about going down on you. from your scent, to your moans, to your skin. heâs using his heightened senses to his advantage just to feel more of you.
-> amab
he asks you to get on top of him and fuck his face but you refuse at first. just because you think heâs not ready for it yet and you didnât want to crush the not-so-lil guy.
chilchuck is bitter at first, feeling rejected before you quickly reassure him that you just didnât want to hurt his throat.
âi donât need âtrainingâ, itâll be fine. just get on my face.â he almost whines.
âyouâll gag and get hurt if i immediately do that⊠youâre not even used to taking all of me yet.â trying to reason with him, you pepper his pouty cheeks with kisses.
you really donât want him to have a sore throat so the next time he asks again you only give shallow pumps into his mouth. giving him a taste of your dick.
when he finally learns to take your cock all the way, chilchuckâs obsessed with the eroticism of it all.
heâs laying on the bed, hands on your thighs as you thrust into his mouth from above. gurgling noises can be heard as you moan, his warm mouth enveloping your dick as he tears up from the lack of oxygen.
you got him successfully cockdrunk as you jerk your last splurt of cum onto his face, making the small patch of stubble on his chin sticky while he looks at you with dazed eyes as he sucks the head for good measure.
he doesnât say anything but heâll blush and get so turned on afterwards that he ends up fucking you in the shower.
-> afab
will just ask you straight up to sit on his face and you donât know whether to laugh or blush because it aroused you more than you thought it would.
heâll immediately question your refusal because wdym heâs not strong enough to take all your weight???? heâs a big boy
that was a lie. but it still doesnât ruin the idea for him, he wants you on his face so bad that he keeps going even after panting so hard each time you smother him between your thighs.
âpat my thighs if you need air, okay?â
âi can do it without needing air.â
âhoney, you almost passed out last timeâŠâ
he grumbles, âi thought we agreed to never bring that up.â
chilchuck canât really put his fingers in you whenever you sit on him since thereâs not much space because of his tongue in your hole. instead he paws and teases your rim while he wiggles his nose against your clit.
loves it when he gets you to squirt, although after a few moments heâll nag you to get in the bath and wash his soaked face.
<3 the morning after (gn)
the next morning, heâll drink some tea to soothe his throat because of the lack of air and to keep it from being sore.
this man will not acknowledge ANYTHING he did the night before, heâll brush everything off if you mention any embarrassing things heâs done.
âgood morning. was last night okay?â
he snorts, putting his mug down. âof course. told you i could handle it.â
you hum playfully, hugging him into your chest from behind. âi donât know⊠you looked delirious and⊠fucked out. i think you even passed out at one point-â
âiâm never going down on you ever again.â
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OPPOSITES ATTRACT ᥣđ© goth!choso x coquette!reader
warnings: nothing to heavy just some kissing n ass touching at the end, choso n reader r like 20, abbreviations and lowercases intended, n word usage once, written with a black women in mind but anyone can read ofc đ
wc: 628
a/n : hihi guysss im nini and welcome to my debut post. this has been sitting in my notes along with some other stuff iâve written for the longestttt time and im ready to share them to the world now. i hope yall enjoy these hcs of my bbygirl choso :3
goth!choso whoâs been well..emo for as long as he can remember. the nigga was 13 years old dressing like rodrick heffley and listening to heavy metal rock music đ like he wasnât playing bout this lifestyle.
goth!choso who always thought that his future gf wouldâve been someone who is just as emo and gothic as he was but boy was he wrong.
goth!choso who couldnât explain why coquette!reader caught his attention so quickly. heâs never been a fan of the cute pink girly aesthetic, not that he hated it but yâall know he been an emo since he basically came out his mommaâs womb, so he always preferred if girls had a similar aesthetic to him. all that didnât even cross his mind when he laid his eyes on u, how could it when u just looked so pretty n cute ???!
goth!choso who wasnât even planning to approach u and was just going to head home and lie in his bed while reminiscing abt the cute girl he saw in the cafe. that is until u decided to approach him and compliment his outfit. a cute pink blush creeps up onto his cheeks and he doesnât even get to thank u bc he so busy admiring how beautiful u are. u give him a gorgeous smile and hand him a little note that says âtext me âąáŽâąâ with ur number on it. with that beautiful smile still plastered on ur face, u wave âbyeâ to him and walk away.
goth!choso who gets home that day contemplating with his phone in his hand if he should text u or not. after a good 10 mins of pacing around his room and giving himself some motivational talk, he sends u a message and exits the messaging app almost immediately.
goth!choso whoâs kinda surprised when u actually respond to his message in less than 2 minutes. from that point on u n choso hit it off from there.
goth!choso whoâs been with coquette!reader for almost a year now and he loves u so so much !! he was always more than happy to give u money so u could buy more of those cute lil bows and accessories that u loved wearing or those pink coquette themed decor items that u loved placing all throughout ur apartment. he adored ur obsession with the coquette lifestyle sm. he thought it was so adorable and loved ur dedication towards it.
goth!choso who has grown accustomed to the color pink and even started wearing n buying more pink clothing just so he could match with u sometimes. u knew ur bf wasnât a huge fan of pink and u always thought he would stick with his dark aesthetic so it made u extremely happy when u saw him frequently starting to wear pink clothing !
goth!choso who has begged u numerous times to try out the emo/gothic style bc he was really curious to see how u would look in it. eventually u caved in and decided to surprise him and got this outfit and wore it to one of ur date nights with him. he couldnât get over how good u looked and this just confirmed for him that u would always look good no matter what aesthetic u had !! when he took u back to his apartment, he wouldnât even let yall get through the door before he picked u up, hands rubbing all up on ur ass while he left long sloppy kisses along ur jawline and neck, attempting to take u to his room without bumping into a wall or a piece of furniture.
goth!choso & coquette!reader who r the exact definition of opposites attract !!
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⥠birthday sex â jang wonyoung
parings â girlfriend!wonyoung x girlfriend!femreader
synopsis â your girlfriend always gives you the best birthdays but this year sheâs gonna make this birthday unforgettable.
warnings â birthday sex, friends to lovers, size kink, fingering, pleasure dom wony, wony's a fashion designer, praise kink, tribbing, making out, overstimulation, slight voice kink, lil bit of eye contact, readers shorter than wony, if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes ignore it plsđ
a/n â made this for my amazing pookie @hearts-4-vicky !! happy birthday pretty girl, hope you had an amazing day, i love youuu!! <33
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wonyoung always loved spoiling you on your birthday! even when the two of you were just friends, sheâs always made an effort to make each and every birthday completely different from the previous one. besideâs her birthday, your birthday is your favorite day but not because itâs the day that you turn a new ageâit was your favorite because she always made your day so special.
so of course your birthday this year was just as special as the previous one. youâre wearing the red silk dress that wonyoung designed herself, you're basically her pretty little muse because she loves to create new outfits for you, she makes them perfectly designed just for you.
âwony, you didnât have to do this all for me, isnât this expensive?â you question, looking up at your girlfriend. you were leaving the empty fancy restaurant that she rented out.
âhow many times to i have to tell you baby? i want to do this this, so let me spoil you.â she smiles at you before kissing your forehead.
âevery time i think you just canât get anymore gorgeous but, you always prove me wrong.â she adds on which has you involuntarily blushing.
âi should be the one saying that.â you mutter out. but it was true, you always cherish the times you have with her. you wish you could be able to give her everything sheâs given you but she always says, âyour love is all i need, babyâ and thatâs exactly what you give her.
you two eventually get to wonyoungâs red mercedes benz, her arm wrapped around your waist as she opens the passengers door, letting you get it before closing it.
ânights not over yet, got one last surprise for you.â she said after she opened her car door, winking at you with a smile.
it left you excited but nervous, you didnât know what to expect at your apartment. you didnât even know what she did because you've been at her apartment for 2 days.
â
when you arrived at your apartment you were in complete shock, the house was decorated in red flowers and balloons. a cake that said âhappy birthdayâ was on the dinner table with a bouquet of flowers.
âomg, wony~ literally youâre the best girlfriend ever.â you squeal, giving her the tightest hug and littering her face with kisses.
âthatâs what you are to me.â she rests her hand on your waist, bringing you close to her before pulling you in for a kiss.
your hands were resting on her soft cheeks, eyes closed and moving your lips with hers. tongues fighting for dominance until you lost, her tongue began exploring your mouth making you let out soft whines until she pulled away, letting you inhale some air.
she bites her lip before checking you out, âyou donât know how hard it was for me to not pull you into the bathroom and just ruin you.â she smirks, she really outdid herself with the dress. it brought out every detail and curve of your body and sheâs been gawking at you ever since your put it on.
âletâs carry this to the bedroom, yeah?â she says, taking off your heels and dragging you to your room.
she pushes you to the bed, lips puffy from your last make-out sesh with her and hair sprayed all over your bed. the bedroom lighting made you look ethereal, she couldnât wait to ruin you.
she undresses herself, leaving herself in nothing but her bra and panties before crawling on top of you. she starts to kiss you passionately once again, slowly unzipping your dress. she starts sucking on your neck as she removes the dress from your body.
âfuck, youâre so perfect, baby. wearing my favorite lingerie.â her tone is low and sultry, groping your tits with one hand and the other slowly rubbing your clothed cunt, sheâs got you letting out soft moans from just a little groping and teasing already.
âwony~ donât be a tease please,â you whine out, your panties were already soaked from her voice and her teasing.
she starts to slowly take off your panties, lowly chuckling at your juices that created thick strings that connects your panties to your cunt. she didnât waste another second after taking your panties off, she was knuckles deep into your cunt with one hand and the other rubbing your clit softly, making you grip onto the bed sheets and release the cutest moans and whimpers sheâs ever heard.
âso pretty fâme, wish you could see how pretty you are. taking my fingers so well.â she says, making you clench around her long fingers that were pumping into your wet cunny.
she fucks you slowly, making sure you feel her long fingers inside you while she takes in your pretty face making adorable expressions and pretty noises from the pleasure. it had her own panties soaked.
âlook at me while i fuck you, baby or iâll stop.â she speaks out, making you force your eyes open and stare right in her eyes with such a lewd expression she couldn't help but coo at.
she thinks itâs adorable how you try your best to keep your eyes open. her fingers were pumping into your gushing cunt and her thumb rubbing your clit quicker than before. the feeling in your tummy was at its climax and about to snap at any moment.
when it finally snapped, your eyes couldnât help but roll back and your back arched, letting out the whiniest moan you let out the whole night as her finger became drenched in your cum.
she pulls her cum-drenched fingers out and sticks them in her mouth, moaning at your taste and pulling them out of her mouth.
âyou taste as good as always, baby.â she teases before taking her soaked panties off.
you were rapidly breathing, that was one of the most intense orgasms youâve ever had. trying to catch your breathe before you felt her raise your leg up and slide her longer leg on top of yours.
âw-wony! w-wait..!!â you desperately tell her but it was too late for that. she was grinding her wet cunt on yours, getting your cum smeared all over hers.
âtoo much!â you try and push her off but to no avail, sheâs got you pinned down your shoulders to the bed, pressing all her weight onto you and rendering you unable to move.
âyou can give me another one right, baby? donât you want me to cum too?â she asks which has you nodding your head, letting her use your abused cunt.
drool and your high pitched moans were spilling out your mouth, back arching from the sensation of her cunt rubbing on yours. her back was arched and moans were falling out her mouth, grinding her cunt even quicker on yours, desperately chasing the high that she craves.
âwonyâbaby! mâgonnaâah!â you try and warn her but a whine cuts your words off and your squirting all over her cunt, your thighs, and the bed sheets.
that seems to take wony over the edge because sheâs cumming all over you with a whine. itâs such a mess, both your juices are smeared all over both of your cunts.
she pulls away from your cunt, laying on the bed and pulling you to lay on top of her chest. your eyes were dazed and looking up at her, making her giggle and kiss your forehead.
âhappy birthday, my love.â
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dandelion | boo seungkwan
SYNOPSIS. in which healing is a treacherous process, but when it's with you, seungkwan knows he will be okay.
PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader
GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort (we comfort boo), established relationship
WARNINGS. kissing, terms of endearment, lil talk abt marriage at the end
WORD COUNT. 1.7k
notes: wanted to write a lil something for him after he released dandelion and it only took a v small crying sesh for me to finally write it đđ
It's the first time in a long time you wake up without your boyfriend right next to you.
A few groggy groans escapes your lips, followed by a sharp gasp at the sudden rush of cool air meeting your skin when you sit up in bed. Your fingers curl tightly around the blanket, blinking away the dryness to your eyelids as you turn to peer outside the bedroom window.
The world still seems wrapped in a cloak of sleep, yet you spot a faint, ethereal glow peaking through the curtain of morning. A mix of a soft lavender and the faintest blush of a rose pink bleeds across the horizon, gently pushing back the remaining shadows of the night. It's a heartwarming sight to wake up to, but the warmth doesn't seep into your bones as much as it does when Seungkwan is right next to you.
Where had he gone anyway? He didn't text you if he had went anywhere, and it was still too early for him to be going to work.
Letting out a sigh, you swing your legs over, hissing slightly when the cold floor meets your bare feet, while still clutching the blanket around you like a makeshift cape. You pad across the wooden floor and head out of the bedroom, your mind still clutching to the hands of sleep as a yawn leaves you.
The living room is bathed in a soft, early morning light, its usual vibrancy appearing mute. The silence felt too heavy, devoid of the gentle snores and soft murmurs of endearment that usually accompanied your mornings. It's been like this for some time, and you don't really mind the quietness, but it does feel different.
As your feet drag you in the direction of the kitchen, you spot some movement in the corner of your eye. Your gaze trails towards the sliding door that led out to the apartment balcony, and that's where you spot himđSeungkwan, bundled up in a comfortable set of baby blue pyjamas and hoodie, his back facing you with his phone held up high towards the sky. As you watch him for a few moments, you see the way he tilts his head slightly, trying to capture the picturesque sky on his phone screen.
The sight of him brings a familiar warmth to bloom inside your chest, chasing away the remnants of the chill that had settled on your skin. You quietly approach the door, lingering contemplatively for a few moments to simply watch your boyfriend. Seungkwan appears caught in a spell at the sight of the sky, his brow furrowed in concentration, and a hint of colour nipping at his cheeks from the cold, yet his shoulders seem relaxed for the first time in weeks.
Hesitantly, you slowly slide the door open, wincing at the cold that immediately gnaws at whatever exposed skin you had. When you fully step onto the balcony, you close the door behind you, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders.
"Kwannie?" You call out sleepily.
Seungkwan jumps slightly at the sound of your voice, his phone coming back down to his side as he turns around with widened eyes. The soft morning light bathes his face, highlighting the remnants of sleep and a hint of lingering worry in his features. However, as his eyes wash over the sight of you all bundled cutely and sleepily in your blanket, it brings a flicker of warmth to his lips.
"What are you doing out here so early?" You ask softly, approaching him cautiously.
An embarrassed flush creeps up his neck as he mumbles under his breath, "Couldn't sleep."
A faint, understanding smile crosses your face, the worry in your heart dissipating slightly.
"I'm sorry, love," You reply, gesturing towards the balcony railing. "Mind if I join you?"
Seungkwan only nods, his gaze flickering back to the breathtaking canvas of colours spread across the sky. You step closer, keeping a respectful distance, and lean against the railing beside him. The silence returns, but this time it's not heavy, seemingly carrying a quiet hope for the new day dawning ahead.
"I wanted to try something new," he starts tentatively. "and I heard that watching the sunrise and getting fresh air could help clear your head, so I thought... maybe it would help me, too."
You turn towards him, tilting your head slightly, admiring the way the thin threads of sunlight catches in his hair, like there's a halo of soft gold surrounding him.
"Has it been working so far?" You ask gently, voice barely a whisper.
Seungkwan chuckles quietly and turns to meet your eyes. Admittedly, it's been helping so far; somehow, his mind feels a lot more clearer, his heart a bit lighter, but it's especially apparent when he gets to share these moments with you. Maybe you're secretly part of the reason that the sunrise feels so hopeful right now, or that the world feels a little brighter this morning. Then again, when do you not have that power?
"I think so. It's... really healing being out here," he replies with a hint of a smile, gaze lingering on you for a moment before returning to the sunrise. His voice is quiet when he adds on, "Especially now that you're here."
Your eyes widen slightly at his words, the warmth in your chest blooming even further. The silence between you remains comfortable, punctuated only by the soft chirping of birds waking up and stirring in the distance. You steal another glance at Seungkwan, noticing the way his eyes are glued to the sky, yet the corners of his lips are turned upward. He's so beautiful.
Stepping closer to him, you wrap your blanket around his shoulders as well and pull him lightly into your side. Seungkwan lets out a gasp of surprise, a wave of concern seeping into his face.
"You're cold, honey," he points out worriedly.
"It's okay," You interrupt, voice soft but firm as you adjust yourself so that you're standing behind him, letting your arms wrap around his waist comfortably. "I don't mind sharing."
The corners of Seungkwan's lips tug upwards when you snuggle closer to him. He leans back slightly, his head finding a comfortable resting place nestled against yours. A sigh of contentment escapes him, the sound warming you more than any blanket could.
"You didn't... have to come all the way out here for me," Seungkwan mutters quietly, voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry for making you worried and keeping you up."
You rest your head atop his shoulder, closing your eyes and taking in his familiar scent of closeness.
"You know I can't fall asleep without you," You whisper reassuringly, fingers absently tracing patterns on his hoodie. "But I'd rather be out here with you than warm and cozy inside without you. And worrying about you... it's kind of my job, isn't it?"
A low hum of agreement leaves him, vibrating soundly against your embrace.
There's a certain pressure that Seungkwan feels in his chest, but it doesn't feel suffocating like all the days before. Perhaps it's the weight of the world, or maybe it's just the comfort of having you so close that fills up his heart to the brink of overflowing. It's almost as if he can breathe, like he can float without worrying about falling because you'll be there to catch him. Whatever it is, it feels rightđit always has when it's with you.
He can feel your heart beating steadily against his back, with each breath that you take a gentle reassurance that you're there, and that you're real. And with the world still half-asleep as the colours of dawn paint the sky, Seungkwan finds himself feeling more alive than he has in a long time, like a dandelion freely dispersing its seeds into the vastness of the sky.
"Do you want me to leave you alone now?" You ask a bit hesitantly, softly, knowing that he also needs his own space to think as well. "I can go cook some breakfast for us and make some coffee for you? I know you're working later."
The thought of work makes Seungkwan's shoulders slump in slight disappointment, but he knows he should be going back and adjust back into his regular rhythm of life. He turns his head to look at you, a grateful look to his face despite the fatigue lingering in his eyes.
"Yeah, okay," he mutters, yet as you uncurl your arms from around him, he stops you. "Wait. Can I..."
He stops mid-sentence, finding himself just standing there as you peer at him, waiting for him to continue. Gosh, he doesn't know why or how you always seem to make him so nervous, so small, even though you're the one wrapped up in blankets looking all adorable and pretty yourself.
He feels his cheeks burn at the stupid question swirling around him. So instead of just asking, he steps forward, closing the short distance between the two of you. Your eyes widen in surprise, but before you can utter a word, he leans in, his lips brushing softly against yours.
It's brief and quick, but enough to send a jolt of warmth coursing through both of you. And when Seungkwan pulls back, you catch the way his head drops to the floor, and a smirk makes its way onto your face.
"Boo Seungkwan," You call out his name almost dramatically. "Were you just about to ask to kiss me?"
Seungkwan just shrugs, fighting the embarrassment crawling up his neck. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"We've been together for literal years, and you still get shy about asking for a kiss?" You tease, letting a finger playfully tap his nose.
Seungkwan playfully bats your finger away, a genuine laugh escaping his lips for the first time that morning, and it brings a jump to your heart.
"Well, I..." He scratches the back of his neck bashfully. "I don't think I'll ever not be shy around you, you know..."
If it's possible for your heart to burst, then that's what probably sends that giddy feeling to course up your veins and a grin so wide it threatens to split your face in two.
"You're so damn cute," You say, leaning back in and placing another kiss to his lips. "When we get married, I'm writing in my vows that I promise to always tease you about this until the day I die."
Seungkwan lets out a choked laugh. "Marriage? Is that what I think you just said?"
A playful smile dances on your lips.
"Maybe," You drawl simply, enjoying the way his expression seems to fluster up even more. "But that's a conversation for another day, isn't it?"
Seungkwan blinks in surprise. He opens his mouth to respond, but the words seem to escape him as he searches your eyes and the silly grin to your face for any hint of a joke. When he finds none, he lets out a nervous chuckle, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
"Yeah," he murmurs shyly. "It is."
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Stitching JJK men up or at least trying to
This gorgeous art is by @bogactivity! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for letting me use it as a cover đ€
Pairings: Gojo x fem!reader; Toji x fem!reader; Yuta x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,4k
Warnings: injury (lol), the boys being smooth operators hehe, not proofread I'm honestly glad I even managed to finish a fic with this hell of a week in my back, this is the first free afternoon I'm having y'all
Let me know if you want a Part ll of this! Since it took me forever to write and I spent my only free afternoon of this week to finish that for you guys, I'd be beyond thankful if you show a lil support to your girl đ
Gojo Satoru
âCâmon man, you canât be serious about thatâ, you mutter in sheer annoyance, eyes roaming up and down the blood-covered man in front of you.
He has some nerves, showing up at your doorstep with his reversed technique when there are probably hundreds of injured jujutsu sorcerers and normal human being out there crying for help. God, if it was the first time, if he wouldnât be the strongest. But something inside you tells you he does this on purpose, something inside you just knows this isnât a coincidence.
âIâm here to get stitched upâ, he announces proudly, making his way into your home as if heâs inviting.
âDonât bleed on my floorâ, you warn him.
Is there a way out of this? You worked for 18 hours today, just returned home since Shoko took over for you. And now? Now heâs here â here to ruin your night.
âI wonât if you help meâ, he hums with a sly grin plastered on his face.
A gaping hole in his chest, an injury that would have killed every other being if he wasnât the strongest. Oh, you know damn well that he healed himself just enough to make it to your place. But even though you want to stand your ground and throw him out in a heartbeat, you simply sign to yourself and roll up your sleeves. After all, it is easier to get rid of him when youâre doing what he wants, right?
âTake that offâ, you instruct him, nodding towards his uniform.
âYou donât have to ask me twice back.â
âDonât call me thatâ, you mumble while watching as he exposes his firm chest.
Damn, sometimes you tend to forget how trained that man his. With his abs cooked in godâs kitchen and his body toned like a Greek statue, itâs hard to keep your face from blushing. Not even the fact that thereâs a gaping hole in his chest can distract you from the stinging fact that Satoru Gojo is too damn hot.
âEnjoying the view, (y/n)?â
You shake yourself, avoiding eye contact as if your life depends on it. Fuck, he really caught you staring. That sleek bastard who thinks the world belongs to him, who is used to women and even men falling to his feet. Get this over before you lose the last bit of class you have left.
But the second you touch his bare skin something changes. No, itâs not you who gets flustered by his sheer presence, itâs not you who stumbles over their words. Itâs Satoru Gojo, flinching back the slightest bit with the faintest blush creeping up his face.
Satoru Gojo.
Blushing.
âAre youâŠblushing?â
His bright blue orbs widen, cheeks getting redder and redder by every passing second. You canât stop the grin that gets wider and wider, tilting your head to the side like he always does when heâs about to get on your nerves.
âWhatâs wrong, Satoru? Not used to getting touched by a woman?â
âNone of them are youâ, he presses out.
Fuck. Now itâs you who reddens in an instant, you who stares at him with wide eyes, your palms feeling sticky against his skin. How? How is it able that he sweeps you off your feet with a few words? Why does he have this power over you when you tell yourself over and over that you donât care about him, that you are nothing but comrades?
Why does he have to be soâŠhim?
âWhatâs wrong, (y/n)? Cat got your tongue?â
You close your eyes. Just a few seconds more, youâre almost finished. And after that youâll throw him out, after that youâll-
âIs it possible that maybeâŠyouâre into me as well?â
âAs well!?â, you repeat out of instinct.
âCome on, playing dumb doesnât suit you. Donât ya think Iâd be able to heal myself?â
âI know you are.â
He tilts his head to the side just the way you hate it.
Hate? Out of instinct, you shake your head ever so slightly. No, you never felt hate when you touched his body, didnât even feel hate when he smeared his blood all over your couch. No, this is something completely else. This isâŠ
A crush?
âLeave right nowâ, you breathe out.
Nope, you simply canât afford to have a crush on that man. With a swift motion, you push him to your door, donât even give him the chance to fight against you. What a ridiculous idea, why would you even-
âI still need my uniform-â
You smack the door close behind him before breathlessly running up to his uniform and throwing it out of the window onto him.
âDonât you dare to come here again!â
âOh, I definitely will (y/n).â
Toji Fushiguro
âCome on (y/n)-â
âI hate that man and you know itâ, you argue.
Not even the cigarette Shui Kong gave you will distract you from what heâs asking for. God, how much you hate that man. Toji Fushiguro, walking sex himself.
And the biggest asshole youâve ever met on top.
âWell, technically itâs your job. But Iâd hate to force you into this.â
He crosses his well-dressed legs, gaze meeting yours while puffing on his cigarette. Oh, how much you hate that heâs right. After all, heâs paying you a decent amount of money for saving those stupid men from certain dead.
âWhere is he?â
You canât believe your own ears, that you even consider helping that man after he dumped you. Toji has to suffer for the things heâs done, for leaving you standing in the rain after telling you over and over how fucking special you are to him. No, thereâs absolutely no damn reason for you to throw your cigarette away, to follow after Shui.
âTook you quite some time to get here. Lucky for you Iâm not that serious injured.â
That deep unpromising voice, that tone you know oh so well. The urge to turn on your heels and run away almost becomes unbearable. God, how stupid was it to even consider heling him? Fuck Shui, fuck your contract. You definitely wonât help him-
âOh, itâs you.â
Fuck. You want to shoot yourself right on the spot, hide behind the door or get swallowed whole. But instead, that traitor Shui exposes you to Tojiâs merciless eyes, shoves you into the tiny apartment before youâre able to protest.
âAbsolutely not nice to see you againâ, you mutter under your breath.
No, you donât even dare to look at this force of a man, to give him that power over you ever again. Him with his damn gorgeous eyes, him with these mountains of muscles. Oh, you know damn well how fucking easy it is to fall for him.
âCan I get some help?â
You canât resist. The urge to take a look at his wounds overpowers your strong will.
And you regret it immediately.
There he sits, shirtless, a bandage poorly wrapped around his enormous biceps while he tucked the end of it between his teeth. Fuck, when you only imagine where his mouth was, that he discovered your body with his mouth more than once.
You swallow hard.
âIâm sure youâll be able to help. Now excuse me, I need to take that call.â
No, no, no. Your heart falls onto the ground immediately, eyes widen in sheer horror when Shui turns around and threatens to leave.
âYou canât leave me here alone with himâ, you hiss through gritted teeth.
âYouâre a strong girl, arenât you? You are the only one I trust in when it comes to him.â
And with that heâs gone, leaves you standing in the rain like a lost puppy.
âDonât stand there and look after him when Iâm here, princess.â
âOh god, please just shut the fuck upâ, you grumble.
Do you even have the chance to get out of this? You catch a glimpse of him and his toned body, blood running down his arm. When youâre already here, it wouldnât be a crime to do your job.
And ask for a ton more money when Shui returns.Â
Without saying another word, you sit down next to him. Putting on your gloves, taking a closer look at his wound.
âGot shot, hm?â
Clean, disinfect.
âYeah.â
Take out your tweezers, search for the bullet.
âSo, how youâve been princess?â
âDonât call me thatâ, you warn him.
âArenât ya at least a lil excited to see me?â
âAbsolutely notâ, you reply dryly, digging a little deeper than necessary into his wound.
What is that little part inside of you that makes your heart beat a little faster, lets your palms get sweaty? No, you are definitely not excited to see him again. How he broke your heart the last time, how he played you-
âI hoped heâd call ya. Thatâs why I let that fucker shoot me.â
WaitâŠWhat? Your eyes dart up in an instant, tweezers digging so roughly into his flesh that a groan escapes his delicious lips.
âYou lie as alwaysâ, you breathe out.
âBet I donât.â
With a swift motion of his uninjured arm, he draws you closer, traps you against his broad chest.
âMissed yaâ, he mumbles against your hair, takes in your delicious scent.
âYou dumped me.â
âDumped you? Would never do that.â
âYou didâ, you insist.
A little whimper escapes your lips when his hot breath brushes over your neck just the way you always loved it. Fuck, youâre here to do your job, to stitch that fucker up and leave. Why are you lying in his arms again, why is his arm wrapped around your waist so tightly that you canât escape anymore?
âImma show you how much I missed ya-â
âTojiâ, you warn him half-heartedly. Â
âI-IâmâŠJust here to do my job.â
âI have a better job for ya.â
Yuta Okkotsu
Gojo doesnât have to tell you twice. The second you hear his name, hear that heâs injured, your feet sprint down the alleys of Jujutsu High on their own.
Yuta Okkotsu.
The boy who simply swept you off your feet the second you heard his voice. The boy who always stayed up with you until past midnight, watched how you trained your mind and hands to use reversed technique just like Shoko does.
âIf I get hurt someday, I want you to take care of me.â
âNo way, if you get injured Iâll send Shoko herself. Iâm not good enough to help youâ, you laughed.
âYou are good enough in every way, (y/n).â
And now youâre here, lungs feeling as if theyâll burst any given minute, mouth tasting like fresh blood. You have to be on time. Please let you be on time.
âGojo-sensei!â
Your voice sounds so strange in your own ears, filled with thick dread. Gojo didnât even tell you whatâs up, didnât even tell you what exactly happened.
âYuta is injured, hurry. Iâll send you the location.â
âEasy (y/n). Otherwise youâll have to use reversed technique on-â
âWhere is he?â, you breathe out.
The world around you begins to spin so violently that you feel like fainting for a minute. All you want to see is Yuta being fine, Yuta being only slightly injured. Where is he? Is he fine? Your mouth canât keep up with the sheer speed of your thoughts anymore.
âLook whoâs here to save ya, Yuta!â
Your glossy eyes shoot up, take in the sight in front of you. There he stands with a trail of blood running down his gorgeous face, his gaze locked with yours. He is injured, but alive. A few bruises here and there, but overall fine.
Yutaâs fine.
â(y/n)!â
Like in slow motion your feet start to move again just like his, running and running until you get greeted by his opened arms.
âI was so scared for a second. He told me youâre injuredâ, you breathe out.
âOh, donât worry about that too much. Just a few cuts and bruises and- OUCH, yeah, I think my ribs are broke.â
âSit down, Iâll take care of this.â
You position your trembling hands on his body, eyes never leaving his sight. These last few hours were like a trip to hell and back.
âIâm sorry (y/n), but you know we arenât allowed to fight.â
âBut what about Yuta and the others? What if they need help?â, you insisted, not even Shokoâs hand placed on your shoulder able to calm down your pounding heart.
âTheyâll call us as soon as itâs safe.â
âI didnât even get the chance to tell him thatâŠâ
You couldnât finish your sentence, a wave of tears hunting you down without mercy. Oh, how much youâd give to see him again, to finally tell him how much he really means to you.
âYou will, donât worry about it.â
Shoko was right, after all. Yuta is here with you, the minor bruises on his body healing in an instant while he smiles gently at you.
âLook? I told you youâll take good care of meâ, he comments gently.
âIâm just glad youâre fine. What on earth happened here? Jujutsu High looks like a battlefield. And donât get me started on Maki and PandaâŠâ
Shivers run down your spine just by thinking of the state they were in when Shoko was called. Just the thought of Yuta still being out there, fighting whoever responsible for these severe injuries...
You swallow hard, hands shaking just like they did when realization hit you. Yuta could have died today. All of them could have died today.
âYouâre here. Thatâs all that matters right now.â
Yuta doesnât think twice. He intertwines his hand with yours ever so gently, his face radiating nothing but pure affection. Oh, how much these last hours showed him how much you really mean to him. Not a second passed in which he didnât ponder about whenever youâre doing okay, if youâre safe here at Jujutsu High. And now youâre right where you belong: By his side.
âI love you, (y/n). I think I did all this time.â
Oh.
Your brain needs a few moments to comprehend the words he just said. YutaâŠloveâŠYOU?
Yuta loves you.
Yuta. âFinally!â, Gojo screams from afar.
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I just wanna turn the tables on the stark men who turn US on so well and so I ask...
What is one surefire way to make them speechless/blush or completely short circuit? We know they have their charms and kinks and romantic wiles but what gets them completely off guard and begging?
xoxo đ€ł
youâre onto something.
cregan has a very sensitive neck, so i think giving his neck some extra attention would get him so riled up. and if youâre acting casual about doing so, heâs blushing like crazy. also, you standing up for yourself/being confrontational with his council and calling them out on their bs. i always imagien cregans council as constantly annoying him for some reason, like these guys are plain stupid and it makes him so mad đ so seeing you put them in their place and your fierceness has him allâŠ.. ohhh and especially if youâre defending him. this guys cheeks r SO PINK.
with robb, simply turn the tables. this man is an absolute tease, teasing you is his favorite pass time. he loves getting you all worked up, and if you tease him back, ohhhh my god. itâs not even about the touches (it is, but walk with me), itâs also about the concept. the game of push and pull, and your confidence while teasing him. youâve cornered him, and immediately slotted your lips against his. kissing him so deeply, and your hands are roaming. further and further south they go, until they brush against his [REDACTED], and when they do, you smile into the kiss, feeling him press into you. only to break apart and leave him there, panting and needy.
and with jonâŠ. what do you have to do to get jon worked up? uh, breathe? thatâs one of the things i love about jon, is heâs so receptive. sensitive to the max. could be anything from kissing him, wearing a low cut dress, standing by him in everything etc. you have him wrapped around your pretty lil finger, and it doesnât take much for him to become a mess :3
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hiyaaaa could u write a fic/blurb abt maybe surprising kk while sheâs doing one of her lil lives?!!!!!:)
surprising kk on live !
âhey girly pops!â kk threw up a peace sign, reading the comments. ice plopped on the chair beside her, waving to the live. âkk where is your man?â ice laughed, looking over at the brunette. kk rolled her eyes, propping her phone up on a water bottle. âokay so, my âmanâ has been busy with sports. yâall girlies already know, we the athletic couple. period.â she looked at herself through the live, ignoring the face ice was giving her.
you had been gone for a few weeks due to dance. your coach always kept you busy, but during the summer before football season, kk felt like you never had time for her. currently, you were back in your hometown, hosting an intensive that your old studio planned for you to run. it would last about a week, not including the time you would be spending home after to be back with family. it was safe to say, that kk definitely was missing you.
âyall, itâs private but not a secret.â kk laughed, motioning for ice to come stand near her. âpaige was supposed to be joining but i think she had an errand to run or something..â kk rolled her eyes, trying to change the topic off of you. ice nodded, even though she knew exactly what paige was doing.
kk knew you were coming back to uconn in the next week, since thatâs what you guys had discussed over the phone. however, what she didnât know was that you actually scheduled your flight back for the week before to surprise her.
about thirty minutes had gone by, and kk was letting random people join the live, whenever she seen your name in the chat. her eyebrows raised, pointing out what you commented to ice. they both waved, trying to let you know that they seen what you commented. âyall, my âmanâ is lurking in the chat right now.â kk pretended that she was blushing, tucking one of her twists behind her ear. ice laughed, knowing what was about to happen.
you turned off your phone, looking up at paige. you guys were standing outside of the door, waiting for the perfect moment to go in. âare you sure sheâs okay with me being on the live?â you asked, knowing how kk felt about keeping the relationship between you and her. paige nodded, motioning for you to walk in. kk looked up whenever she heard the door open, expecting it to be paige walking in.
âhi kam!â you smiled, scanning the girls face for a reaction. kkâs jaw dropped, covering her mouth with her hand. âwait- what are you doing here?â she asked, running over to pull you into a tight hug. paige and ice smiled, going over to talk to the live. âi thought i would surprise you! i missed you too much to wait any longer.â you felt kkâs smile widen into your neck, pulling you even closer. âi missed you so much, im so happy you are here right now.â kk pulled back, looking you up and down. âsorry- i am just making sure this is likeâŠtotally real right now.â
you rolled your eyes, pulling her back in for another hug. you put your hands on her cheeks, looking her in the eyes. she licked her lips, leaning in closer. you closed the gap between you guys, and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. you both pulled away smiling, looking over at paige and ice who were telling the live what was happening. kk laughed, looking back over at you. âdo you think itâs real now?â you raised and eyebrow, scanning your eyes over the girls face.
âiâm not sure, i might need another kiss just to be sureâŠâ
- thank u for reading all the way through! feel me to send me more requests !!!
- i hope this was good! im so sorry this took me so long to write babe đ this is easily one of the worst things iâve writtenâŠ.
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H! How are you? I hope you are doing good
I saw your requests re open so I hope you donât mind this, but can you do an âfirst kissâ Headcanon / scenario with either 2007 or 2003 tmnt boys with a very friendly reader (she jokes w them, is super relaxed around them, etc etc) , but whenever someone flirts with her she short-circuits lol, blush, get flustered, clumsy⊠kinda doesnât believe the flirting is for real (due to low self esteem) , until the kiss happens, and thereâs a âswitchâ âoh. Oh.â Moment w then and then they become more affectionate/ passionate ?
Hopefully this makes sense! Please and thank you, hope you have a good day
Iâm going with the 03 boys!! Sorry that this isnât exactly what you wanted đđ I changed it a lil bit. Thank you sm for requesting!!
. . . . . â°âââźê°đê± âââ⯠. . . . .
âą Leo doesnât know when it happened exactly but at some point during your friendship with him and his brothers, he could physically feel himself become about significantly calmer. Your laughter made his heart flutter, his lips curl upward into a smile without really realizing it, and he found himself always looking at you whenever he made a joke (a good one at least). It didnât take him long to figure out that he has a crush on you and it seemed that you felt the same. Then again he wasnât sure since you tended to be extremely friendly with his brothers as well.
He tries flirting with you, as subtly as he can, since he knows you donât exactly take to flirting too well. Ever since he witnessed Mikey call you âbabeâ that one time and saw just how much a stuttering mess you became, heâs taken it upon himself to be more cautious about it.
So heâll do little things here and there; bring you tea, pull out your chair, take the invisible lint off your shoulder. Youâre none the wiser, thinking Leo is just being a good friend, the respectful ninja turtle in blue. And he is! He just wants to let you know that it means something a little more than friendship.
One day Leo decides to kick it up a notch, wanting to compliment you directly on something. Itâs when you laugh and smile with all your teeth that he seizes the opportunity.
âYou have a beautiful smile.â He says calmly, warmth in his eyes as he watches you start to laugh out of nervousness.
âOh uh, I uh, noâ I donâtâŠâ You try to dismiss his compliment, even going as far as to cover your mouth so he canât look at it anymore. Leo reaches to gently take your hand in his, lowering them down and giving you a firm squeeze.
âYes, you do. Itâs beautiful. Just like you.â
You stare at him, trying to rack your brain for a response but finding absolutely nothing. Leo canât help but chuckle, tilting his head a bit to the side.
âMay I kiss you?â
If your brain wasnât fried before, itâs definitely out of commission now. He waits for you to answer, accepting the very stiff tilt of your head as an okay. He leans in and brushes his lips against your cheek, interlacing your fingers with his and pulling back. Even as the seconds tick by you still feel that tingle from his mouth on your skin, your lips twitching up into a shy smile.
âIâd like to give you another kiss, after I take you out on a date. If youâll let me?â
He gives you another peck on the cheek after you agree.
. . . . . â°âââźê°â€ïžê± âââ⯠. . . . .
⹠You and Raph had a sort of⊠special relationship. Sure you joked with the other turtles but with him? It was a whole different ballgame. You teased each other to no end, poked and prodded, made jokes. He used your head as an arm rest even though you were both nearly the same height and you liked to push his buttons to near explosion but of course never saying anything out of hand. It was a fun relationship, one you both love and cherish.
Except for the times he flirts with you.
You never know if heâs serious or not, and you never really stick around to find out because once those compliments leave his mouth itâs like all logic leaves your brain. And oh how Raphael loves it when youâre reduced to a cute pile of mush. He totally 100% means it every single time, but since youâre not one to take his words to heart, he uses it as an opportunity to flirt with you with no restrictions.
His most recent flirtation, one you canât even recall at the moment because it was just so ridiculous, has you spitting the first thing that comes to your mind.
âYou wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you stupid!â
Raph chuckles and crosses his arms across his plastron, looking at you with a smirk and a raised eyeridge.
âYeah I do.â
âŠWhat?
âWhat?â You sputter, looking back at him with an incredulous expression.
Even this was crazy bold for the red clad turtle, he could fully admit that. He takes a hold of your chin in between two of his fingers, keeping you in place as he gets closer.
âYeah. I do.â He repeats and makes a very pointed glance at your lips. You blink several times at him, unsure how to respond.
âYou donât⊠mean that ahahaâŠâ You try to write it off as another joke.
âCare to find out, sweetheart?â He teases and gets even closer, his breath fanning over your warm skin.
âS-sure.â You say quietly, hearing nothing except the hard thrumming of your heart in your ears.
Raph will make fun of you later for your response, but for now? He kisses you softly, still holding your chin and even placing his other hand on your back to keep you close. He pulls away after a few seconds, his smirk now a bit more tender.
âStill think Iâm joking?â He mutters, stroking your jaw with his thumb.
No, you donât think he is.
. . . . . â°âââźê°đê± âââ⯠. . . . .
âą âDonnie!â You call out excitedly, making your way quickly but cautiously into his lab. Heâs in the midst of working on something, protective goggles on as he uses a torch on some metal sheet. He doesnât notice you until youâre in his line of sight, the terrapin perking up once he catches a glimpse of you.
âHey!â He shouts in greeting as he turns off the torch, straightening his posture and lifting the goggles off his face. He beams at you with a wide grin, grabbing a rag and wiping his hands clean before making his way to you.
âCheck out this new gloss I got.â You present to him a rectangular pink translucent tube, rose gold flakes decorating the inside with a clear gel. Donnie crosses his arms and smirks at you, amused at your actions.
âYou came in here to show me your lipstick?â He laughs.
âFirst of all, itâs gloss, get it right. Second of all, yes! This one changes color based on your pH.â You mumble as you twist and turn the tube in between your fingers. âKinda wanted you to explain how it works since youâre smart.â You roll the top off the gloss and apply a fresh coat on your lips, sliding and pressing them together to even out the application. Donnie watches with a tender smile, plucking the makeup from your fingers and reading over it.
âWell actually itâs all the same shade,â You can feel your mouth twitching into a smile, secretly always loving it whenever Donnie went into full explanation mode for something, even if you didnât fully always understand it.
âThe product formats that use the color-changing ingredients are usually anhydrousââ He pauses when he sees you squint your eyes at him. âNo water.â He adds, stepping closer and handing you back the tube. âSo the pH shifts color due to the environment into a pink shade.â
You nod as you take back the lipgloss and put it back in your pocket, âCool.â You respond and turn to glance at your reflection in a piece of metal. âWonder how youâd look with it.â You comment offhandedly.
âWell itâs not exactly sanitary to share makeup products.â He chuckles. He can feel his heart start to pick up speed, the thought that came into his head suddenly making his palms sweat.
Donnie knows you have a crush on him, he may not be as perceptive as Raphael but he picks up on the signs you subtly try to hide away from him. Like how you falter for half a second whenever he says he saved you the last slice of pizza or how he wants you to be the first person to check out his latest invention because he loves your enthusiasm about them.
You try not to think too much on Donnieâs actions, not letting yourself believe that the smartest brother could possibly ever have feelings for you. No way. No how.
âSo then what do you suggest we do?â You laugh, turning to look back at Donnie, being confused when you spot the sudden change in his demeanor. Heâs twiddling his fingers in a circle, looking off to the side and rocking on the heels of his feet. He looks nervous? Hesitant also since itâs like he leans towards you but then backs up at the last second.
âDonnie?â
Itâs now or never Einstein!
You barely have time to blink before Donnie has his mouth pressed to yours, gone before you can even register your shock and confusion. He smacks his lips together, tasting the gloss and spreading it to make it even.
âWha⊠youâ kissed? Meâ?â You stammer, bringing a hand to your mouth as you stare wide eyed to your best friend. Donnie chuckles bashfully as his brain runs a mile a minute, finally looking back up and locking eyes with yours.
âWell, as I said, sharing products isnât very sanitary, and I deemed this the best way for me to try your lipgloss. And if my calculations are correct, they usually are, you have a crush on me which is good because I also⊠have a crush on you.â He trails off quietly, anxiety ridden in his stomach as he watches you process his words.
âYou⊠have a crush on me?â You whisper, frozen in your spot. He nods, trying to determine on whether or not he was actually wrong for the first time in his life.
âCan I kiss you again to prove it?â He suggests shyly. He has to hold in his laughter when you go to place your hand behind you on his workbench and end up pushing over some of his tools and papers. You let out a sound of surprise, quickly going to straighten it up but end up making more of a mess. Donnie lets a chuckle slip out and steps next to you to help out.
âMaybe we can start with a date first if thatâs okay.â He suggests, smiling bright and blushing hard when you nod your head in agreement.
. . . . . â°âââźê°đ§Ąê± âââ⯠. . . . .
âRevive me, revive me!!â
âIâm trying!!â You squeal in laughter, pressing buttons and inputting combos into your controller to get your character to move and make their way to Mikey, whose character was currently knocked unconscious on the ground, a comical rotating circle of stars above their head. Mikey bounces in his seat, tapping his feet rapidly against the floor as he watches in anticipation, getting more and more nervous when enemies continue to make their way towards you.
âUse your shield!â He cries out.
âMikey stop, youâre stressing me!â You yell back, nearly on the edge of your seat as you swiftly dodge and evade the enemy attacks. You have to get to Mikeyâs character quick, nearly less than 30 seconds before he completely disappears from the game and can only come back one you complete the level.
âSave me oh save me, my knight in shining armor!â He makes his voice high pitched, causing you to laugh and get hit with an attack, losing a good chunk of your health.
âNO!â You both screech, standing up from the couch.
Focusing all your attention, you maneuver and kill only the necessary enemies until youâre standing right on top of Mikeyâs body, pressing a button to begin the revival process. Mikeyâs muttering repeatedly to himself, his hands clenched tightly around his controller when suddenlyâ
âYes! Yes!â He shouts, immediately countering any oncoming enemies. Within a few minutes you successfully complete the level, giving each other a sharp high five once you were back in the home world.
âOh my Prince Charming, how can I ever repay you?â He puts the girlish voice back on, clasping his hands together and holding them against his cheek while he bats his eyes at you. You laugh and put a finger to your chin in mock thought, humming loudly and looking around.
âWhat can my fair lady offer?â You ask, deepening your voice and posing your fists against your hips. Mikey looks at you mischievously, getting an inch closer to you.
âHow about a kiss?â He puckers his lips at you, making obnoxious kissing noises. You laugh shyly, pushing your finger against his forehead to move him back.
âHaha, very funny.â You retort, fighting the heat that creeps upon your cheeks.
âAw, come on. You donât want a kiss from a beautiful princess like me?â
Your heart skips, brain going into overdrive as you attempt to conjure up a response but coming up with nothing. Did he know about your crush on him? Was he trying to do tell you that he feels the same? Did heâ
âHey cutie, I can practically see the steam coming out your ears.â He playfully pokes at your cheek.
âShouldnât joke about kissing people, Mikey.â You grumble under your breath, feeling the way your face just goes up in flames. Mikey pouts at you and takes a gentle hold of your arm.
âBut Iâm not joking, I do want to kiss you.â
âHuh??â
He nods and tugs you the barest bit closer.
âI like you, you like me. Why wouldnât I want to kiss you?â
The controller slips from your hand and clatters onto ground. You know Mikey isnât playing around when his eyes donât even break from yours to look down. The silence feels like it stretches in for eons.
âYou⊠want to actually kiss me?â
He nods.
âGenuinely? You like me?â
Two nods this time.
âI⊠uh,â
âPlease let me kiss you. Or should I take you out on a date first? Itâs obvious I havenât done this before. Maybeââ
âMikey!â You cut him off, placing your hand on top of his, finding your fingers curling around his.
âLetâs start off with that date.â He grins at you, unable to stop himself from pecking your cheek in gratitude.
âSounds like a deal, dude.â
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I went to my best friendâs wedding today and I was reminded that Iâm soooo fucking single when all the couples went to slow dance LMAO but the whole time I just kept thinking about Schlatt as my date đ absolute brain rot but I couldnât help it, I think heâd be a fun time! (Ted too but I was locked in on Schlatt tonight lol đ)
hehe sorry for taking a while to get to this, and i made him ur bf i hope thatâs ok <3
schlatt would be both the best and worst wedding date ever lol
first, before you even leave the house, he would be all over you in your outfit. kissing on you, touching your thighs, and begging you to not even go because he just wants to stay home with you hehe
âschlatt i donât wanna miss my cousinâs weddingâ âits just a cousin who cares??â âtheyâre serving steak.â ââŠ. fineâ
would also look extremely handsome in his suit and absolutely blush when you complimented him on it
when you do eventually arrive, he makes comments through the ceremony about your guysâ future wedding :â)
âwe should have flowers like thatâ âi actually like these chairsâ âdo you like the candle lighting thing? idkâ
would make small talk with your friends and families, turning on the charm and then immediately letting his face fall when he looks at you (back to his regular self lol)
obviously getting a lil too hammered and making everyone take shots w him
would be obsessed with showing you off, introducing you to random people like âthis is my partner (y/n)â and youâre like ?? how did you make friends already??
when u are making your way home in the cab, youâre both a little stumbly and handsy
but when you finally get outside the door of your place, he canât help but laugh a little and kiss your cheek, earning a confused smile from you
âi jusâ cant wait to marry youâ
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Hey Paige !! Sooo i know youâve seen Vinnie growing out his goatee (finally đ©) so i was like thinking could you write like this cute lil smut where vinnie is trying to go down on the reader but she canât stop giggling because his little chin fuzz is tickling her and Vinnie is just so over it bc she wanted him to grow it out too but now sheâs making jokes while heâs trying to get his freak on đđ
NOT FUNNY
girl i love you & your mind đ«Š thank you for the request ml !! hope you like it <33 (made the gif btw, HAD to use it)
pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader
warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), use of pet names, cussing, slapping, dom!vinnie, dirty talk, if i missed anything lmk !!
summary: vinnieâs trying to go down on you but you canât stop laughing at the feeling of his stubble between your thighs
you loved when vinnie grew out his facial hair, loved the way it felt when he kissed you, love teasing him about it and running your fingers along his jaw, loved all of it.
he never kept it for long though, and thatâs what you didnât like. you have told him time and time again to let it grow out, that he looks so fucking sexy with it, but it never stayed.
thatâs why you were surprised at the sight in front of you when he opened his apartment door.
he greeted you with a kiss, you giggled at the feeling of the hair tickling your skin.
he gave you a look, one that read confusion. âwhatâs so funny?â he asked, grasping your hand in his.
he kissed the back of your hand and you giggled again. you werenât used to his facial hair being as grown as it is.
itâs usually gone within a two day span, three if youâre lucky.
as he pulls you to his room, you canât help but think what heâd feel like between your thighs now that the stubbleâs grown.
you hold back a noise you want to slip, hoping your boyfriend canât hear you or read your mind.
vinnie pulls you on to your lap so you straddle him, just as your about to lean in to kiss him, hera jumps on the bed.
vinnie groans and rolls his eyes, to which you swat at his chest.
âdonât be rude to our daughter,â you try to say in a stern tone, which vinnie just ends up laughing. âi mean it, vinnie! she misses her mama.â
you grab hera and kiss her head before setting her on the ground to which she made her way out of the room.
âwhere were we.â vinnie tucks his finger under your chin, making you look at him before he kisses you.
you giggle again, making vinnieâs confusion grow more. âwhat the fuck is so funny?â he asks again.
blushing, you hide your face in your hands. ânuh, uh baby,â vinnie says softly, pulling your hands away. âtell me.â
the way he looks at you, speaks to you so softly yet has this almost rough look to him, it makes him seem so soft yet so hot at the same time.
âcome on, pretty,â he strokes your cheek softly. âtell me.â
youâre putty in his hands at this point, completely under his touch, his gaze, his everything. his voice is deep, which only adds to the immense throbbing in between your thighs.
âyour goatee.â you say softly, almost not being able to get the words out.
he looks at you for a minute before he tilts your head with his fingers. âwhat about it?â he asks, faces mere inches apart.
his mouth is inches from yours when he smiles, making you look down then back up at his eyes.
no words are spoken before he flips you on your back and hovers above you.
before you have a chance to respond, vinnie kisses you roughly, making you wrap your arms around his neck.
your legs lift up and wrap around his waist, making him groan into your mouth. his mouth is aggressively on yours, his hands hold your face so delicate while yours travel to the back of his head and tug at the strands.
vinnie pulls away from you and you audibly whine at the loss of contact of his lips on yours. he smiles at you before he starts to move you by your ankles.
âyou wanna?â he can barely get the words out before youâre nodding your head with a wide smile on your face.
vinnie smiles and kisses you softly before asking if he can take off your pants and shirt.
he kisses just below your collarbone before slipping the straps of your bra off. he looks at you for approval and all you can do is nod your head with a smile.
once itâs off vinnie quickly throws it to the side and attaches his mouth to your chest, kissing and sucking at the skin.
you canât help but moan at the feeling of not only his mouth on your tits, but the feeling of his beard against your skin.
he looks up at you and you can see the glint of sparkle in his brown doe eyes.
he moves further down your body until he reaches the waistband of your panties. he kisses your inner thighs before you tell him to take your panties off.
he smiles widely as he takes his finger and glides it along your folds.
you squirm under his touch, the feeling of his fingers against your sensitive skin almost being too much.
as he continued to kiss your skin, you wondered how heâd feel in between your thighs now that heâs got the added stubble to his appearance.
heâs never grown it out enough for you to feel it on your skin. sure he has gone down on you without shaving before, but heâs never grown it out this much.
âyouâre so pretty baby,â he whispers as he looks up at you as he lies on his stomach in front of you. his fingers come up to your pussy again and he spreads you open, making you roll your eyes back.
âfeel good huh?â he knows his answer and knows you canât respond, so he keeps doing what heâs doing.
soon, his fingers are replaced by his mouth, nose nudging at your clit as he tongue fucks you like his life depends on it.
the stubble on his chin tickles your skin and you canât help but let a laugh slip.
âif you laugh one more fuckinâ time i swear to god.â his tone is rough, demanding.
you immediately wipe the smirk off your face and look at him dead in the eyes.
âyou gonna be good, or am i gonna have to stop?â he asks you, and you canât help but whine at the praise.
nodding your head, he kisses you softly before going back to sucking your clit.
he doesnât say anything before going down on you again, and the second his mouth moves on you another giggle slips and heâs back up on his forearms looking at you.
âbabyâ iâm sorry, okay? itâs just tickling me.â you cut him off before he can even speak a sentence.
he sits up fully and pushes off the bed, heading to the bathroom. âyou want this?â he asks as he holds up the electric razor.
you shake your head and he puts it back on the counter. âthen lay down and let me finish what i started.â
you smile and lay back down, vinnie wastes no time before his mouth is back on you and hands grip your thighs.
you push your head into the pillow as you tug at his hair and close your legs in around his head. he moans into you and that only spurs you on more.
his tongue flicks at your clit as he grips your thighs harsher. âbeinâ so good fâme, baby.â he praises.
the praise goes straight through you as his tongue moves faster on you. you try so hard not to let a giggle out at the feeling of his face against your skin, but you let something slip.
vinnieâs eyes meet yours as his mouth attacks your cunt, giving you a warning look.
âgonna cum, fuck iâm gonna cum.â you babble as vinnie stimulates your clit.
he continues, and you grip at his hair tighter as he moans into you.
you look down at vinnie and he looks up at you, telling you to let go without actually saying it.
you do, cumming all over his face with a loud moan. vinnie chuckles softly as he lifts up and looks at you.
you share the laugh, smiling at him. âyou look so sexy.â you whisper.
vinnie smirks. âyeah? even with your cum all over my face?â he asks.
you nod. âespecially.â
he smiles and heads to the bathroom to wash up before coming back into the room.
he leans in and kisses you softly, stroking his jaw. âsuits you, yâknow, and yes, all of this was about your goatee.â
vinnie smirks and kisses your hand. âgonna have to keep it for a bit longer i guess.â he tells you.
you smile and nod. âyou better.â
iâve been writing this since yesterday, had to rewrite it / write parts again so many times so i hope you all enjoyed + rae <33
tags: @anqeliclust , @cosmicanakin , @forevergirlposts , @lovelysturnioloos , @sturnioloshacker , @laylasbunbunny , @defnotayonna , @violet0182 , @hallecarey1 , @bernelflo , @thesebitcheslovesosadotcom , @kayleighh , @slvthrs , @khxna , @0strawberrysorbet0 , @nottsbabydoll , @kriissy4gov , @supabhad , @leqonsluv3r , @jpg3
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I can't stop thinking abt this and I NEED to tell someone abt it, I'm cackling so bad XDD:
Akaza, Muzan, Kyo and Tengen when their S/o SLAPS. THEIR. ASS. HARD with no warning, like, not even in a sexy way, they just stared at their booty, got a brain fart and did it XDDD
LMAO. đđ Ty for this gem. đđ
Author's Note: originally intended for these to only be, like, a sentence long. đ
when you slap their ass â akaza, enmu, muzan, kyojuro, tengen
Akaza x Reader, Enmu x Reader, Muzan x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader
Word Count: ~400
CW: dark humor, mild sexual content
~faqs~
AKAZA
confused đ€šđ€šđ€š
Cheeks? Clenched đł
Lowkey blushing đ€
Would def shoot you a warning scowl if you did it in public đ
Akazaâs only a lil shy đ«
But in private?
11/10 heâs chasing you until heâs gotten revenge
Revenge = Your Ass in His Hands đ€
For gentle kneading, ofc đđ
ENMU
LOVES IT đ„Ž
Teehee Hee vibes, y'know? đ€
"Oh darling, I didn't know you had it in you!" đ
Meanwhile you're just fed up w/ him đ
"You weren't supposed to like it."
"Oh but I did." đ
*facepalm*
You might have to try using a spray bottle next
Bc apparently someone likes spanking a lil too much đ
MUZAN
Donât mind me
But my first thought?
Assuming youâre a demon, Muzanâs 100% slicing away your hands đŹ
Dw, they regenerate in like, 5 secs đ
And yanno⊠the fact that he just bashfully sliced off your hands vs straight up k*lling you? đ§
⊠Iâd say he liked it đ
Not that heâd ever admit it
âDo NOT slap my ass again.â đż
Please slap my ass again đ
Another confused man đ
âSweetheart⊠did I, anger you?â đ„ș
Tell him, âNo Kyo, but your ass is so FAT.â đđ€
And heâs likely to malfunction đ
âMy⊠ass?â đ„ș
âHow do you even slay demons w/ that thing ?????â
And then, out of nowhere, heâs like, âI sit on them and suffocate them w/ my huge dumpy.â đ
Actually tho, heâd prob laugh (heâs still confused lol, but a good sport âșïž), totally blushing as he murmurs, âWell if you like it so much, then I suppose it is all yours.â
#what a gentleman â€ïžâđ„
Uhh
This man does NOT need his ego inflated any further đ
But go ahead đ€Ș
âHow flashy of you!â he gasps, âBut I bet I can get a better sound smacking yours.â đ„°
And then heâs lovingly bending you over his knee and smacking your ass
âHmm, you hear how lovely that sounds?â
Does it turn into an ass smacking competition?
Yeah
Nothing like getting to bend him over your knee next đ
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"If you want me to talk solely about the manga vs anime skk"
I do, actually.
Please.
Pretty please with a cherry on top.
PART 1.
Aight!! I will be just pointing out some differences/stuff that was deleted from the anime.
Under the cut
THE DUNGEON SCENE:
-When they first meet again in the manga, they throw some silly jokes at each other (like Dazai asking Chuuya if he's hiding a bald spot. And Chuuya just taking his hat off to show him he's, in fact, not balding)
-In the manga when Chuuya calls Dazai the youngest mafia executive, in his mind Dazai is wearing his ADA clothes but keeps the black coat and the bandaged eye. I think it's a very silly detail
-In the anime, in anger Chuuya actually cuts Dazai's cheek with his knife. In the manga, the moment he starts getting angry he jumps away from Dazai and then throws the knife to the floor, not touching him at all
-Manga Chuuya falls to his knees (basically standing on all 4s), having a lil crisis after realizing Dazai only stayed in the dunegon to meet him. He gets up in a while, just to yet again squat on the floor after Dazai yapps more
-Obviously the pigeon-stand scene: in the manga Dazai is laughing to tears at this, while in the anime he stays silent. (Tho i must say i find it funny that Chuuya gets angry over Dazai not laughing,, like he tried so hard and this guy just :| him)
LOVECRAFT FIGHT:
-This is not about skk but lord yall know that panel where Chuuya ie standing on all these Guild ppl being all like im gonna beat ur ass next. He's just standing normally on the floor in the anime. Aughhhhh this panel is so good aughhhh. Ok anyway back to skk
-When Dazai nullifies John's ability, in the anime Chuuya just kicks Steinbeck from behind. In the manga, skk perform that silly move where Chuuya jumps from behind Dazai. It just shows how even after 4 years of not working with each other, they instantly work together as well as before
-Skk arguing about who's walking next to who like some preschoolers ('dont walk next to me' 'its you who's standing next to me' typa thing) then deciding that they're gonna stay at least 2 metres away from each other
-The manga clearly shows Chuuya's expression when he's talking about 'being happy when Dazai left'. He definitely doesn't look very happy. (In the anime we just get some background drawings)
-Manga Chuuya's lil blush when Dazai compliments his taste in shoes đđ
-When Dazai asks for Chuuya's knife, in the manga Chuuya just goes 'oh sure lemme find it' and is actually ready to give him the knife. In the anime? Chuuya doesn't search for the knife, instead he just gets annoyed
-Anime deleted the scene where Dazai talks to Chuuya about recording Kunikida while he was cursed with Q's ability. Chuuya going bruh he also annoys ppl in the agency
-those two idiots calling each other stupid nicknames for half of a page
-Chuuya mentioning keeping a track of women Dazai made cry and threatening him with sending them Dazai's address????
-Dazai telling Chuuya that his intelligence will be consumed by his hat (im currently looking at my polish version of the manga so the translation may be a bit off but anyway)
-Before activating Corruption, they yet again call each other a bunch of stupid nicknames (ahah consider this a silly form of goodbye if anything happens)
-Remember my post about Dazai keeping his eyes on Chuuya at all times during Corruption in the manga? In the anime he looks either at John or at Lovecraft, no puppy eyed loser
-Just a mention that in the manga we see Chuuya sleeping while he's sitting, he doesn't flop passed out to the ground (until later)
Well i will stop there for now bc it's past midnight and umm this is gonna be long af if i continue with the rest so,, i will add the differences in the next skk interactions tomorrow or something muah
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The reader gets rlly flustered easily and she's so shy, her boyfriend JJ thinks it's hilarious and is always teasing her especially in front of ppl. Most of the time she hits his arm and yells at him but he js never learns his lesson đ then like one day he stops doing it and the reader is all like '???' And he says he stopped bc she didn't like it but she secretly loves it so she's a little pouty until he starts it back up đ
(IF THAT MAKES SENSE âŒïžâŒïž)
this was honestly such a cutie ask and i hope i did it justice with this lil drabble!!! tease jj is my favorite. i've been in such a writing slump lately and this was a nice little prompt!!
one thing about jj maybank- he loves to embarrass his friends. it is quite literally his favorite pastime, and his favorite to annoy is you. when you first started dating, he reigned it in, but lately itâs an unstoppable force. his compliments are constant, his teasing persistent. jj is hooking his fingers in the waistband of your sweats, just a way to stay tethered you in all honesty, but he loves to feel your skin heat and the way you swat him away.Â
when the boys and kie surf, you and sarah sunbathe. he is shouting from his board, essentially catcalling you with whoops and whistles. he canât hear you, but he almost falls off his board watching you groan and cover your face.Â
jj is also a downright devil when tipsy- which happens at each and every social event. Heâs pulling you down on his lap, holding you still when you try to wriggle out of his arms. for someone who blushes when they get called pretty, youâre damn near having a heart attack when he whispers the lewdest things in your ear. His first response when you roll your eyes at him (desperately trying to maintain your cool) is to tell you how much he likes it when your eyes roll back when heâs fucking you.
âjj!!â you jump up, and scold him. the only thought in his head is that you are very pretty when youâre yelling at him.
he loves this little back and forth, and keeps at it, until a new yearâs party where he introduces you to someone as his exquisite girlfriend- youâre trying to figure out when he has ever used that word when he plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth and you go chili-pepper hot. thatâs innocent enough, so you just fiddle with your pendant necklace and laugh and let him hang onto you. later, kie is doing a diy photobooth where she has out a polaroid camera and groups of people are lining up for a photo op. jj immediately drags you over there, and you both are just giggling quietly as you watch friend groups be silly and couples kiss for the camera.Â
when itâs finally your turn, jj immediately asks the important questions. âsweet or silly!â
âsilly, obviously!â his hand instinctively goes to the small of your back, and you lean into his hold so it looks like youâre about to fall. you make a scared face and wrap your fist in jjâs shirt because, truth be told, youâre a little afraid he will actually drop you. he doesnât though, and when kie counts down and the flash goes off, jj tilts his head down and licks a stripe up your exposed neck.Â
you hear a few lewd whistles and catcalls, and you jump straight up and hit him on the arm. âj! what the hell!â
he is grinning like a devil, cheeks a little pink but undeterred anyways. âyeah, baby?â
kie is laughing too as the camera whirs, and she shakes it under a light and lets out another giggle as it develops. jj snatches it out of her hands, and holds it just out of your reach as you swat at his arms, pinch his sides, anything to get that somewhat incriminating photo. in your opinion, it should sit in a drawer. instead, jj is showing everyone around him, saying stuff like âarenât we so hot?â and, âlook at her face!!â
youâre so embarrassed that you could just die, but you take the route of huffing and skulking into the bathroom. you would love to lie and say you didnât hide there for about two hours, but youâre honest. you hid for two hours.
when you and jj catch a ride home with pope, heâs oddly quiet. his hand stays at your knee, and heâs not touching you anywhere else. not making jokes to pope, and not pressing his lips up against your neck as he loves to do anytime youâre both in the backseat. you donât really think anything of it, and let your head drop against his shoulder. when you get home, jj shoves the polaroid into a drawer and it isnât spoken of again.
a few days pass, and youâre convinced something is deeply wrong with your boyfriend. heâs normal enough at home- stage-5 clinger, loud, and horny at all times. but in public, itâs like someone has replaced him with a robot. the most contact you have is his hand on your waist or his arm around your shoulders. thereâs no compliments in front of your friends, no butt pinches, no silly whistles. he doesnât even plead you to shotgun with him when youâre all smoking! you never take him up on the offer, but itâs the thought that counts. the change affects you more than you like to admit, being a little grumpier than average. when youâre in the chateau living room with everyone and jj tries to kiss your cheek, youâre huffing and pushing him away. every comment he makes to you that isnât the highest praise has you annoyed and ignoring him.
later, when you two are alone with his face pressed to your chest and your fingers lazily twirling through his hair, he makes a joke about being surprised youâre tolerating him.
âdonât be rude,â you snap back, âiâm not the one being super weird lately.â you ask him whatâs been going on. heâs dismissive, as he usually is when little problems arise.Â
ânothinâ, honey.â
âdonât lie to me, maybank.â you tug his head up so heâs looking at you, and his lips pressed into an annoyed line, put off by the fact that his face is no longer up against your boobs.
âexplain,â he says, not in a rude way, just genuine and questioning.
you shrug. âyouâve just been weird around our friends lately. not as⊠like touchy,â you gesture and pat his shoulder.
âohhh, that!â
so he knows what youâre talking about?
âi just noticed you got kinda like, uncomfortable when i did that kind of stuff. like my jokes, or whatever. i guessed i needed to stop embarrassing you,â he grins sheepishly.
âiâm just shy!â you say defensively with a little whine. âi canât help it.â
he nods, hand rubbing up your torso to console you. â itâs okay to be shy, baby. itâs not okay for me to be mean.â jj mimics your pouty lip.
you sigh and smile, running your fingers down his neck. âi like it when youâre mean.â
he immediately pushes himself up so heâs over you, and grin. âreally?â
âiâm serious!â you counter, but you donât stop the way his knee starts to slide between your legs. âi like your jokes, and i like you making fun of me.â
jj pauses. âyouâre serious?â
âyeah! iâm sorry, i thought i hated when youâd do that kind of stuff, but youâve been so boring without it.â
âme, boring? iâm not boring.â to prove his point, you guess, he starts peppering kisses all over your neck.Â
âyou were boring!â you laugh. âLike, it wasnât you. i like when youâre a tease.â
âi miss being a tease,â he groans. âi miss you getting all flustered and i really miss coming and finding you when you hide in bathrooms.â
that part does confuse you. âhuh?â
âcause,â he kisses you in between the phrases, âyouâd be so angry and pretty, and then weâd get to makeout in the bathroom. thatâs my favorite part.â
âthatâs my favorite part too,â you laugh.
later, when youâve melted into each other and youâre sitting in the pretty quiet, you both come up with a new yearâs resolution: always do the embarrassing things, and worry about the embarrassment later.Â
your fun little polaroid no longer sits in a drawer alone, but in fact on your bulletin board, with a bunch of other pictures just as flirty, just as teasing, and just as sweet.
as always, likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated!!
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catnaps (with you) | jeon wonwoo
SYNOPSIS. in which you revisit the cat shelter with wonwoo during autumn break.
PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader (ft. best friend!wen junhui)
GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, humour? idk i'm unfunny, established relationship, slice of life, college au
WARNINGS. kissing (reader has their first kiss đ€), reader is shorter than wonwoo, cursing, terms of endearment, reader has some insecurity issues n overthinks, reader's parents puts academic pressure on them, a lil allusion to sex but it's cuz jun can't word things properly n reader assumes he's talking abt it đ, reader is just oblivious to wonwoo being hella whipped for them, this is hella self-indulgent kflgfgsdf
WORD COUNT. 10.1k
notes: no one asked for this, and i couldn't help it. enjoy this glimpse into our fav introverted couple whom i missed so much đ this could prob be read as separate but i recommend reading the first part for any scenes regarding the cat shelter :) ty to my moot group (i love u guys sm it hurts) for being supportive and eating up all the spoilers i would give cuz i get too excited đ
â part 1 | part 2Â
[07:41pm | wonu đ]
y/n, are you still in the library?
i got you some ice cream :)
The message remains on delivered, though Wonwoo knows you're still in the library. You've been studying continuously for the past two weeks, and since trying to survive in your own dorm room was already hard enough, you decided to romanticise your studying sessions by going to the library. And frankly, it's been working. Sort of.
Wonwoo opens the door into the library, footsteps muted by the soft carpeting that fills the floors. Rows and shelves of books and study materials line the walls and desks with school computers dot the open spaces. As he heads deeper inside, his gaze sweeps across the spacious room, searching for you among the hushed whispers and occasional rustle of pages.
When he finally spots you tucked in a peaceful corner, a gentle smile tugs at his lips. Though he half-expected to see your face buried in a textbook, he sees nothing but your sleepy head laying against the open page, your hand loosely holding a pen, an open notebook at the side displaying half-finished notes, and your laptop which displayed a numerous amount of tabs.
The smile to his face fades just slightly, though his heart still blooms with affection in his chest. He approaches up to you, being as quiet as he can, setting his bag down on the empty chair across from you and your frozen ice cream on the table.
He carefully reaches over to close your laptop, its screen dimming to black as he does so. Cautiously, he takes the pen from your hand and places it on top of your notebook. Then, with utmost care, he starts to organise your scattered notes, aligning them neatly beside your laptop.
Once everything is in order, he takes a moment to admire your slumbering form, over your peaceful expression, which spreads some warmth through him. The dim lighting in the library casts a gentle glow on your features, highlighting the subtle lines of exhaustion to your face.
You always look so cute, he always tells himself, and it reminds of him of the days during senior year when he'd glance in your direction, seeing your napping form and feeling this sudden surge of curiosity, sometimes even protectiveness to watch over you. He recalls how he would often find himself wanting to make sure you were comfortable and well-rested, even back then.
As he begins to pack your belongings into your backpack, you finally stir awake, lowly groaning and blinking as you slowly come back to consciousness. Your gaze meets Wonwoo's as you notice he's been taking care of your things, and a faint blush spreads across your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and tenderness.
"You... you didn't have to," You mumble sheepishly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
He chuckles softly, the deep sound resonating in your chest. "The library's about to close, and I couldn't just let you sleep here all night."
His words only deepen your blush, still feeling that lingering embarrassment course through you. You sit up, still feeling a bit disoriented from your small nap, watching as Wonwoo helps you pack the rest of your belongings before closing up your backpack.
"Ice cream?" he asks, offering you the small cup and spoon.
You feel a slap of panic hit you as you hurl your backpack over your shoulders. "Oh, it-it's not melted, right? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to nap for so longđ"
"Angel, it's okay." His laughter is melodic, comforting and reassuring. "I made sure to get it right before I came here."
Gosh, it's so tragically easy for your heart to feel like it might implode, and him calling you angel does nothing but send all those butterflies to your stomach. It's a simple term of endearment, but when he says it, it feels like the most meaningful and affectionate word in the world. He uses those little nicknames in sparse times, mainly to give you comfort, yet you won't deny that it works every time.
You take the cup and spoon from his hand in yours, facing away a little as you take a spoonful of the ice cream in your mouth. The sweet, cold treat soothes your senses and brings a small, contented smile to your lips, and when you glance back at Wonwoo, he's already gazing at you.
There's a certain warmth in the way he looks at you, an intensity that goes beyond words, and a manner that makes you feel almost overwhelmed. He also looks adorably comfortable in the grey sweater that he wore, accentuating his broad shoulders and the subtle strength of his frame.
"What?" You choke out.
Wonwoo moves closer, slowly bringing a hand up, letting a thumb wipe away some ice cream that had escaped from the corner of your lips. His touch sends shivers down your spine.
"Nothing," he says, voice a soft murmur, but his expression turns slightly teasing. "You're just cute."
A playful glint dances in his eyes as he continues to watch your flustered reaction.
"I'm not cute," You protest, though the corners of your lips betray your attempt at seriousness.
"You saying that means you even more cuter."
You almost gag (in a good way, donât worry). If your ice cream hasn't melted yet, then you sure as hell did.
"You're actually ridiculous," You mutter, trying to hide your flushed cheeks with another scoop of your ice cream in your mouth.
"But you like me," he argues playfully, a sulkiness to his face that you just can't resist.
I do. I really do. You can't deny that. It hasn't even been long since you both came to that realisation; it hasn't even been long since the two of you have graduated high school and started this whole relationship... ordeal, thing (seriously, what the fuck are relationships?). But, in a strange way, it felt like it has been an eternity, yet the feelings haven't changed. Not one bit, and you'd really question your entire being if something were to shift.
Before you can respond, though, a yawn escapes your lips, and it finally dawns on you just how tired you are. Your recent studying marathons have taken a toll on your energy levels, and it's starting to catch up with you. Wonwoo notices the exhaustion engraved into your features and warily takes your almost-finished ice cream from your hand.
"Hey," he encourages delicately, taking your hand and helping you up. "The library is about to close. Let me walk you back."
You don't object, the weariness seeping into your bones, and together you walk out of the library. The campus is quiet under the rays of moonlight, and the air is slowly becoming chilly. He carries your backpack for you, and you hold on to your ice cream, savouring the last few spoonfuls before disposing it in a nearby bin.
It's almost instinctive in the way your hand easily finds his, knowing that it had taken nearly the entirety of summer break to finally get used to that step. Every time your fingers intertwine, there was often that flicker of doubt dancing at the edges of your mind. It's not just the thrill of his touch, but the unshakable uncertainty that lingers beneath the surface.
Sometimes, you wonder if he can sense the hesitation in your gripđthe way your fingers tremble slightly as they clasp onto his, if your grip feels too hesitant or too unsure. It's not that you aren't ready, because you are, it's just that it's all so new, so different, and you're afraid that you might mess up.
Holding hands is perhaps one of the most mundane acts in a relationship, yet here you are, almost feeling like you're treading on uncharted territory, taking it in like a historical moment bound for the textbooks. It's the deeper feelings within yourself that are beginning to settle, just like the leaves falling around you as autumn approaches.
"Do you... want to visit home for autumn break?" Wonwoo's question breaks you out of your thoughts, and you look up at him, surprise flickering across your face. "We can also go to the cat shelter too."
"Really?" You question, and the thought of seeing the cats again brings that joy back to your face. It brings you back to all the clear memories you've made in that small little shelter that somehow made the world feel even bigger. However, the thought of visiting home in general makes you feel a bit queasy.
You feel Wonwoo's thumb caress against your knuckles, a smile of his own tugging at his lips. "My grandmother wonders about you, you know."
"Does she miss me that much?" You ask bashfully.
As you arms start to swing back and forth lightly, Wonwoo only chuckles. "Hmm, I think you've become one of her favourites."
Your eyes widen comically. "No way, more favoured than you?"
"You know I can't compete with you," Wonwoo admits cheekily.
The words send a tingle of warmth up your spine, and you can't help but let out a quiet laugh. It's the kind that feels light and easy, the kind that only he seems to be able to coax out of you effortlessly, and the kind that Wonwoo also feels effect himselfđseeing you all smiley and happy is enough to send that heat up crawling up his own neck.
As you walk side by side, the cool, crisp evening air envelops you, and the campus falls into a peaceful hush. Your steps echo faintly against the pavement, the sound of your breaths mingling with the rustle of leaves as you pass by. The familiarity of the journey back to your dormitory grounds you.
But then, as you approach the intersection that leads to your dormitory, Wonwoo hesitates for a moment and gently tugs your hand, causing you to stop.
"You know, uh..." he begins, voice a little softer, shyer, than before. "If you want, you can... sleep over at mine? Since I know that your roommates aren't the best."
He's not wrongđyour roommates aren't the best at respecting your need for a quiet and peaceful place to study. You've often found your dorm room filled with noise, distractions, and the constant coming and going of people you don't even know. It's a small, cramped space that makes it difficult to focus, and you've had more than a few sleepless nights because of it.
But as his offer hangs in the air, you feel a mixture of emotions swirling inside you. You know that he is being genuinely considerate and kind, but the idea of spending the night at his place makes your heart race with anxiety.
And those thoughts begin to creep in.
You can't help but fidget, and the familiar knot of self-doubt forms in your chest. You want to say yesđto be able to spend more time with him, but the nerves and insecurities gnaw at the back of your mind.
"I..." You murmur, voice barely above a whisper. "I-I think I'll be fine by myself."
Wonwoo's eyes flicker with concern, yet his face only softens. He reaches a hand over, pushing away a stray strand of hair that has fallen over your eyes. There's a pang of guilt that hits him in the chest for asking.
"Okay." His voice is as soothing as a snuggly blanket on a chilly night. "Just... make sure to get some rest, alright? I don't want you to push yourself too hard."
There's a weak smile that crosses your face, and you feel your eyes flutter shut when you feel the press of his lips against your forehead.
When you open your eyes and look up at him, he's still smiling down at you, grabbing your hand back into his and giving a light squeeze.
The silence between you two is comfortable while making your way in the direction of your dorm. It's always like this when you're with him, like a feeling that's become as familiar as breathing. There's an intimacy in the way the world seems to hush itself when you're together and the outside noises dim, becoming irrelevant.
Wonwoo kisses your forehead again before he lets you go, and you're starting to think that maybe, just maybe, you can take that step.
Not tonight, maybe, but someday soon.
Jeon Wonwoo asked to be your boyfriend on the last day of school of senior year. It happened, conveniently, within the walls of his family-owned cat shelter where at that point, you probably invested more than an entire year's worth of hours needed for school.
It wasn't anything particularly extravagant, nor did it need to be. It was just the two of you, surrounded by the mellow purring of cats after sharing your uneventful summer plans that Wonwoo had asked the question, which left you utterly speechless for a minute or two. Time had stood still, your heart was racing, and you stole a glance at the cats nearby, as if seeking for their approval. Their inquisitive eyes were fixed curiously on the two of you, like witnesses of a love that had just shifted its stem enough to soak in the sunlight.
The moment you accepted with an awfully quiet, heartfelt yes, a shy smile spread across his face, and the tips of his ears flushed a soft pink that matched the colour of delicate cherry blossoms. You remembered the quietness that followed afterward was nothing short of a slightly awkward, giddy jump to your hearts, but that's what made it more endearing, to be honest.
And magically from there, your uneventful summer plans weren't so uneventful after all.
You still had your countless visits to the shelter during summer break, so coming back always felt like a familiar and comforting routine. You've even watched a bunch of your little cat friends getting adoptedđMiko was adopted by a single mother seeking for a companion in her studio, and Mochi found her home with an elderly couple who lost their previous catđyet there's always new ones who capture your heart.
The cat shelter looks more lively with the arrival of autumn. It's been renovated slightly, brightened like the fallen leaves, and the cozy hues of the fall season have been incorporated into the shelter's aesthetic. Small pumpkin decorations fill the shelves, and the walls are showered with maple leaf garlands.
The cats seem to sense the changing season too, some of them basking in the soft light filtering into the shelter.
"Y/N, dear, it's so good to see you!" Wonwoo's grandmother greets you warmly, placing her hands on top of your shoulders and getting a good look at you. "Ah, and you look as beautiful as ever."
You feel your cheeks heat up with her compliment as you hear Wonwoo close the door behind and step up next to you. "It's great to be back. The place looks amazing."
The older woman's eyes twinkle as she looks between the two of you. "It hasn't been the same without both of you around, that's for sure."
She gestures for you both to follow her, and you head deeper into the shelter, joining the cats in their comfortable space as the familiar comfort of the shelter washes over you. It feels like a second home to you.
When Wonwoo's grandmother leaves to tend to some errands, it's just the two of you in the shelter. You and Wonwoo find yourselves sitting on the floor right across from each other, and you watch the way he cradles an affectionate orange tabby named Butter in his arms, a small smile playing on his lips as he gently scratches behind the cat's ear. The cat purrs blissfully, its eyes half-closed, and Wonwoo's expression mirrors the same peacefulness.
But just then, another cat emerges from behind you which startles you. Yet when you look closely, you seem to recognise the familiar pattern of the black and white coating of its fur.
"Loki?" You run a hand through the cat's fur, watching as he curls himself into a comfortable ball on your lap, purring contentedly under your touch. Loki, as you were told before, is one of the oldest residents of the shelter. You remember Wonwoo telling you the struggles of him finding a loving place to go home to, so seeing him right now gives you a bittersweet feeling.
"Ah, I forgot to tell you." Wonwoo's voice pops up as Butter hops off his hold and towards the other cats nearby. "My grandmother decided to adopt him."
That announcement brings a wide smile to your face as you continue to stroke Loki's soft fur. "Really?" Then you softly scratch behind the cat's ear, pressing a small kiss to the top of his head and grinning from the sheer happiness pouring out of you. "You hear that, Loki? You're in good, loving hands now."
Loki only responds by letting out a soft meow, lightly clawing at the sleeves of your sweater.
Wonwoo only grins. He watches the way you shower Loki with attentiveness, fondness, love, and it warms his heart at your caring and gentle nature, to see you so joyful in a place you belong. It's one of the reasons why he had been drawn to you in the first place, one of many things he cherishes about you.
"Have I ever told you how much I love watching you with the cats?"
You pick your head up to look at him, catching the way he's gazing at you with an adoring and almost entranced expression.
"Um." You clear your throat, feeling a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through your chest. "You... may have mentioned it once or twice before."
The curve at his lips only grow bigger. He scoots a bit closer to you, so your knees are almost touching, and he continues to watch you. "I'll make sure to keep reminding you, then."
You chuckle at this. "Have you always been so cheesy and sappy?"
"What? You don't like it?" He pouts at this, and you can't help but let out a giggle. "I'm just speaking the truth."
It isn't his fault that he has the urge to shower you with the utmost, not-so-subtle, horribly cheesy praises whenever he sees you. You bring that side out of him, to simply put, and he can't help it. When he's with you, it's like this new side of himself emerges, one that's unguarded, affectionate, and unapologetically... captivated by you. And he'd probably do anything to keep you smiling, to see your eyes light up, to hear your laughter.
He's always adored watching you interact with the cats, even from the first day you stepped foot in this place, nothing but all awkward charm and eagerness. You've always had this natural affinity for animals, always so patient and kind, so reassuring and compassionate. It's a part of you that he finds incredibly admiring.
After some time passes, the door to the shelter dings, and when you pick your head up, you find your eyes widening to the sight of your best friend entering inside.
"What's up, fellas! I'm not missing the party, right?" His presence is unusually loud, but that still doesn't stop the grin at your face.
"Jun!" You quickly yet carefully scramble up from the floor, careful not to disturb Loki, before dashing in the boy's direction. "What the hell? I thought you said you had a competition."
Jun scratches the back of his neck bashfully. "Yeah, uh... I lied."
This earns him a playful, but slightly annoyed shove, shooting him a brief glare that he just smirks about. But then he wraps you in a tight hug, the kind that feels like you haven't seen each other in years, before pulling back to flash a grin at Wonwoo, who only offers a wave since he was busy tending to something in the back.
"You should have told me you were coming," You scold him lightly, knocking your shoulder against his. "I would have met up with you earlier."
Jun only shrugs, giving you a look of disbelief. He ruffles your hair playfully, and you swat his hand away with a frown. "Where's the fun in that? I wanted to surprise you."
You roll your eyes. "Whatever, I'm glad you're here, dingus."
"You better be," the taller boy teases, before gazing past your shoulders and looking back at you. "Wanna head out for a bit? You need to spill."
You scoff lightly, giving a nod. You head to the back to tell Wonwoo, who had been helping out with some tasks in the shelter, that you're going to step out with Jun for a while. He tells you to take your time and be careful, watching as you and Jun step out of the shelter together, a boyish smile crossing over his face.
"So, spill," Jun prompts as the street vendor hands you a warm cup of street tteokbokki. You both find a cozy spot on a nearby bench, the crisp autumn air nipping at your cheeks as you blow on the food to help cool it down. The warmth spreads through your fingers, seeping into your bones, and you feel a sense of comfort settling in as you take a bite.
"What do you want me to spill?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at Jun as you lean back against the bench.
"You know exactly what I mean. Wonwoo, duh." Ugh, he's nosy and infuriating as always, but it's been a while since you've had a heart-to-heart talk with your best friend.
There's a very faint, dreamy curve that plays at your lips at the mention of Wonwoo's name.
"Well, um... He's... he's amazing, you know? He's patient, caring, considerate," You say, picking at the steaming tteokbokki absentmindedly. Amazing doesn't even begin to describe him, but you find yourself struggling to put your thoughts into words. "but it's also kind of scary because he's so amazing. Like, he's smart, talented, and he comes from a really good family..."
"Ah, those thoughts again," Jun remarks knowingly as your voice trails off.
"Yeah." Those thoughts is right, unfortunately. "It's... just me, I guess. I feel like I don't deserve him sometimes."
"Hey, it's normal to feel that way," Jun says, pointing his chopsticks at you. "But honestly, I think you're underestimating yourself. If he didn't see something special in you, he wouldn't be with you."
You lift a brow at him. "Since when did you get so wise to use your brain for once?"
"Dude, we're in college. Everyone's having love problems and shit." Jun smirks, and you can't help but snicker. "I mean, you're lucky you found someone. There's people I know out there swiping right on dating apps and getting ghosted."
You shake your head, a hint of amusement on your face. "Yeah, it's just... I-I don't know. It's all so new, and he's so patient, but what if between all that... I'm not, um... making him happy?"
"Trust me, you make him happy," Jun reassures boldly, his words making your chest feel lighter, yet you know it might not take long for your thoughts to say otherwise. "But have you both...?"
You stare at him, trying to decipher the odd way he's looking at you, and suddenly it clicks.
"Jun, seriously?" You frown, a flush creeping onto your cheeks, resisting the urge to yank a piece of tteokbokki in his face.
"What?" Jun asks innocently, but there's a sly grin on his face. "Did you think... Oh my gosh, that's not what I meant, you weirdo! Have you two kissed?"
It still doesn't help the way your face grows even warmer out of embarrassment and from the spice of the tteokbokki. You've never kissed kissed before, but he has kissed youđon the cheek, the knuckles of your hand, your forehead, the top of your head. You like those kinds of kisses that he gives you, but the thought of a real one, that heart-pounding, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of kiss, has always been both thrilling and terrifying to you.
There were a few times where it nearly happenedđa few times where, at that moment, you wanted it to happenđwhere your faces were inches apart after he walks you back your dorm, standing in front of the door, but then a burst of awkward laughter, or your own nerves would break the spell. He'd end up placing a simple, lingering kiss to your hair like he always does, yet that alone is enough to make you feel on cloud nine.
"No, we haven't... yet." You swallow another piece of tteokbokki, feeling a little self-conscious. "I... I guess I've just been a little nervous. What if I mess it up?"
"Y/N!" Jun exclaims dramatically, peering at you incredulously. "How could you mess up a first kiss?"
You laugh airily at his reaction. "I-I don't know! What if it's not what he expects, or... it's bad? I just don't want to disappoint him or anything."
"Y/N fucking L/Nđ"
"Yeah, I'm overthinking again, aren't I?" Gosh, why are you like this? You bite down another piece of tteokbokki in shame. "Sorry."
"You'll be fine! Trust me, it's not as complicated as you think. If anything, he's probably just as nervous as you are."
"What do you know? You haven't kissed anyone yet," You mumble lowly, and when you notice the quietness after your words and catch sight of Jun's reddening face, you let out a gasp this time, literally dropping a piece of tteokbokki on your pants. "Yah, Wen Junhui!"
[11:59pm | y/n đ€]
wonu?? are u awake?
[12:00am | wonu đ]
no i'm asleep
[12:00am | y/n đ€]
oh đ
[12:01am | wonu đ]
but i'm awake now
are you okay?
[12:02am | y/n đ€]
do you... feel happy when you're with me?
(NOT DELIVERED!)
[12:02am | y/n đ€]
i just feel like i don't deserve you sometimes
(NOT DELIVERED!)
[12:04am | wonu đ]
is it just one of those nights again?
[12:04am | y/n đ€]
yeah, i'm sorry
[12:05 | wonu đ]
you know i'm here for you, right?
[12:05am | y/n đ€]
i don't want you to deal with my stupid insecurities
(NOT DELIVERED!)
[12:06am | y/n đ€]
i know, i'm sorry i woke you up
i'll be okay, just need some time
[12:06am | wonu đ]
take your time, angel
we can talk when you're ready, yeah?
no rush?
[12:07am | y/n đ€]
yeah, okay
i'll try and sleep now
goodnight wonu :)
[12:07am | wonu đ]
goodnight, y/n :)
dream of something beautiful, okay?
You do. You dream of him holding you one day, arms wrapped around you like a protective cocoon and the warmth of his breath hitting your skin.
Knowing you have an entire week without the stress of school is a bit daunting. It feels incredibly liberating, yet still doesn't clear away the cloud of uncertainties flying around your head.
Being back in your own home isn't your favourite place in the world, as inconsiderate that might sound. It's always met with merely the same conversations as always with your parents: how have your grades been? Have you been studying enough? It's always same fucking cycle.
And it's not that your parents are unkind or don't care about you; they just have their own way of showing it, a way that often feels overbearing and suffocating. You love being home, but you don't love the shadows lurking in the corners of the room that whisper doubt into your ears.
It's hard to shake off this feeling of inadequacy, especially when you're constantly reminded of it, even in the most subtle ways. Sometimes it feels like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, constantly striving for perfection, for approval, for validation, only for that effort to be met with indifference, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. There is always that tiny, critical voice in your head telling you that it's not enoughđthat you're not enough.
It's exhausting.
So it isn't surprising that your mood is far from upbeat as you stroll down the street, taking in the slightly musky air, grey clouds in the sky threatening potential rain, and the sight of yellow, orange, and red leaves falling to the ground. It's around evening time, and you find yourself slowly trailing in the direction of the cat shelter, which is where Wonwoo is, since he's allowing his grandmother to rest while he takes care of the shelter for the time being.
He's such a sweetheart, honestly.
There's a droplet that lands on your head, but you don't seem to exactly notice, or really care. You kick a dry leaf down the cracked, barren pavement and it skitters way in the cool breeze, sending a chill running down your skin even through the sweater you had, which may be a bit too thin.
The rain starts to come down more steadily, and for a moment, helps ease the weight of your thoughts. It's not a heavy rain, but it's enough to make you shiver and really wish you had brought an umbrella. A disappointed sigh leaves your lips at the thought as you're about to approach the outskirts of your neighbourhood, knowing well enough that heading back to your house is a much farther walk than the shelter.
You're about to turn back anyway, thinking it's not the best time to visit, when you hear a familiar, awfully faint soundđa meow.
The sound tugs at your heartstrings, some panic crawling into your veins as your gaze flickers around. Your eyes scan anywhere they can reach, and your insistent feet take you in every place that they can, but you don't see any sign of a cat. The rain continues to drizzle even harder, beginning to feel the water starting to seep through the material of your sweater, and you feel a pang of worry settle in your chest, hoping the cat isn't caught out in the cold.
As you take a few steps forward, your ears catch the sound again, a bit louder this time, coming from behind the thick bushes at the side of the road. Cautiously, you part the wet branches and peer through the leaves, and there, sheltered beneath the foliage, you find a small, shivering, and completely drenched kitten.
The kitten is probably no older than a few months, and stares up at you with wide, frightened bright green eyes. Its tiny, wet body is trembling in the cold, and you can't help but feel your heart break at the sight. It lets out another weak whimper at the sight of you, with big, frightened eyes gazing up at you. When you crouch down and attempt to extend a hand out, the kitten only steps back.
"Hey, it-it's okay," You reassure softly, reaching your hand again. "I just want to help you. You can't be out here like this."
But to your avail, the kitten lets out a pitiful mewl, only retreating further into the bush, and you can feel the branches trying to poke at your skin through your sweater. You see the way its tiny body is shivering, and its fur clings to its skin, drenched by the rain which was only getting stronger. You take a deep breath.
"I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" You take a step back, feeling the uncomfortable shift of your position. "I promise I'll keep you safe and warm."
The kitten watches you with apprehensive eyes as you continue to speak softly. Then you extend an arm out again, and slowly, carefully, the kitten inches forward, its movements cautious and wary, and you let it take a sniff of your hand, hoping that your scent is able to coax it out of hiding.
The kitten sniffs your hand tentatively, and after a few long moments, it decides to take a chance. It moves closer, tiny, pink nose nuzzling against your damp fingers as if searching for comfort, and you notice the limp in one of its legs as well. You can see how frightened and vulnerable it is, and your heart aches even more, but you're determinedđdetermined to help this poor kitten.
Slowly, you start to pet the kitten, keeping your touch gentle and soothing.
"There you go, little one," You murmur, continuing to stroke the kitten's wet fur. "You're safe now. Let's get you out of this rain, okay? I'm going to make sure you're taken care of."
The kitten is so light, its body small and fragile, and its fur is a soggy mess. You carefully cradle it in your arms, seemingly fitting perfectly within your hold while trying to shield it from the rain, and the trembling starts to subside just a little as it feels the warmth of your body. You find yourself shivering even more as you step out of the bush, the sweater you're wearing sticking to your skin, but you don't care.
It nuzzles closer to your warmth, and you can feel the rapid, erratic beating of its heartđa heart that has probably never known safety or comfort until now.
You hold the kitten close to your chest, quickly making your way to the shelter as the rain pours down heavily around you.
The door to the shelter chimes and bounces off the walls of the quiet shelter, making Wonwoo's brows knit together dazedlyđwho could be here at this hour? He overhears the strong pitter-patter of rain outside hitting the windows as he puts down the metal bowl in his hands before making his way to the front of the shelter.
What he doesn't expect is to be greeted with the sight of youđpretty much drenched from head to toe, hair plastered to your face and the colours of your sweater practically dark, all the water absorbed within its fibres. Rainwater drips from your nose, and your teeth chatter together from the cold. You're trembling as you hold the tiny, trembling kitten in your arms, cradling it close to your chest.
"Y/N?" Wonwoo calls out to you, noticing the way you're shivering in place.
"Um, I-I... I found a kitten," You stutter shakily, holding out the tiny, trembling kitten in your arms, eyes noticeably red as if you've been crying. "It-It's hurt, and I couldn't just let it stay out there..."
"You're shivering," Wonwoo points out worriedly.
"I-I'm fine, but the kittenđ"
Wonwoo doesn't let you finish your sentence; instead, he takes one of your hands into his and drags you to the back of the shelter. Instinctively, he's quick to retrieve a towel to wrap around the kitten as he brings it into his arms from yours. He creates a cozy, makeshift area on the table to set the kitten down before wrapping the kitten in the towel, being extra cautious of its injured leg. The kitten only lets out curious meows, eyes closing to the feeling of Wonwoo delicately drying its fur. It doesn't take long for the colours of its fur to start blooming back.
On the other hand, you grab yourself a towel of your own to wrap around you, pacing back and forth anxiously. When Wonwoo emerges back, his face only softens when he catches sight of you.
"She'll be okay," he says, approaching up to you. "I'll take her to the vet first thing in the morning."
"Can I come?" You ask, though the answer is already somewhat obviousđyou asking makes him let out a soft chuckle, which was enough to tell you of course.
Wonwoo just nods, keeping his gaze locked on you as if in contemplation, before he approaches and carefully wraps you in his arms, knowing that you must be cold and shaken from the rain. At first, you shift in his hold, but as you feel the warmth from his body seep into your skin, you find yourself relaxing.
He holds you close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you bury your face into his chest, some water from your hair dripping onto his clothes. The scent of the shelter, a mix of disinfectant and the familiar musk of the cats, as well as Wonwoo, suspend in the air, and you find comfort in the familiarity of it all.
Outside, the rain still pours, yet could only listen to the the comforting hum of the heater, the soft purring of the cats, and the oddly soothing way you can listen to Wonwoo's steady, yet also somewhat unsteady heartbeat.
"It's going to be okay," he murmurs against your hair, his breath sending a shiver down your spine, but this time, it's not from the cold.
"She was... she was so scared," You mutter into his chest. "Who could've done this to her? Who could've... just left her there?" There's a hint of anger and sadness in your voice that makes it quiver, and Wonwoo could only tighten his hold around you.
He doesn't have all the answers, but he knows that what matters right now is that you're here, and you're okay, and that the kitten is safe.
When you pull back, you find yourself looking at him, and time stands still. Despite the intensity of his eyes on you, you barely catch the way his breath seems to hitch when you blink up at him, his hands falling down to plant at your waist lightly. Your facesđlipsđare merely inches apart, and you can feel the warmth of his slightly shaky breath hit your skin.
You've never been this close to someone, never felt the warmth of their breath, never stared into their eyes with such intimacy. It's almost overwhelming how vulnerable this closeness makes you feel.
Wonwoo's eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, and there's a moment of hesitation. You feel the soft, hesitant pressure of his hands on your waist, and his thumbs draw slow circles against your sides. He's silently asking for your consent from the way he lingers, waiting for any sign that you might want this as much as he does, any sign that you might object. Your breath hitches as he leans in just a fraction closer, your heart pounding painfully against your ribs. You're both aware of the moment, how close you are to each other, as your lips hover so tantalisingly close to each other.
And a faint, almost imperceptible nod from you is all it takes.
The look of surprise in his eyes isn't hard to miss, along with the way he seems to swallow a nervous lump in his throat. When he draws his lips closer to yours, you find your eyes fluttering shut.
But just as the distance between you both shortens, a sudden, loud crash of thunder shakes the shelter, making both of you jump back. A wave of meows fill the room, and the startled reaction of the cats snaps you both back to reality. Your arms remain around each other, and the moment is broken, and it doesn't take long for the two of you to exchange a nervous chuckle.
"We⊠we should probably get you dried off properly," he says ruefully, softly, voice barely above a whisper as he pushes his glasses back up, the tips of his ears reddening. "Wouldn't want you catching a cold."
You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding, the heat in your face still lingering. "Y-Yeah."
You both share another awkward laugh, though the lingering tension between you doesn't quite disappear. Wonwoo retrieves another towel, this time for you, and helps you dry off your hair and clothes as best as he can. There's a gentle tenderness in his actions, like in the way he brushes a strand of wet hair away from your face and the warmth in his eyes as he looks at you, as if he's treating something fragile and precious. The soft touch of his hands against your skin sends shivers down your spine, but you try to focus on getting warm and dry.
Afterward, he insists that you change into something dry, which ended up with him taking off the button-up cardigan that he was wearing and lending it to you even though it's a bit too big, but is incredibly warm and smells like him, which left him in sporting just a large, plain white t-shirt.
You change quickly in a more private area of the shelter, and when you return to the main room, you see Wonwoo hovering above the kitten.
"She's asleep," he tells you when you come close, not before briefly taking in the sight of you in his cardigan. He looks away, a shy grin that he has to bite back. "I think she'll be okay until we take her to the vet in the morning."
You glance down at the kitten, seeing the way she's perfectly curled up in a snug bed he prepared, the towel wrapped around her small body as a makeshift blanket. The colour of her fur is that of a deep solid space greyđa colour heavily associated with the Russian Blue cats. One of her little legs is wrapped in a small plaster, and she seems much more comfortable now. Wonwoo reaches out to stroke the kitten's fur, and the purring starts again, but her eyes don't open.
"She seems so much safer now," You murmur, watching her for a moment longer. You also let your fingers run over her fur, you and Wonwoo's hands brushing against each other briefly, a simple touch that sends a jolt of electricity through your body. You're still holding onto that moment from earlier, and you can tell that Wonwoo feels it too by the way he hesitates before pulling his hand away.
In the background, the rain has gotten lighter, the sound more of a calming, rhythmic patter against the roof. Most of the cats seemed to have settled back down, and the shelter feels warm and cozy despite the gloomy weather outside.
"Do you want to name her?" Wonwoo asks you, nudging his index finger against her little hand.
You look down at the peacefully sleeping kitten, her soft breaths making her seem even more fragile. After a small pause, you smile softly.
"Mmmh..." You tilt your head, observing the sleeping kitten once more, scanning over her grey fur and the tranquil expression on her cute, tiny face. "How about... 'Luna'?"
Wonwoo's eyes only light up even brighter, just like moon itself. "Luna it is, then."
You rest your head on the table as if trying to get to Luna's eye level.
"Hi, Luna," You coo quietly, careful not to startle her. "I'm going to make sure you find a loving home, alright? I'll make sure of it. You deserve all the happiness in the world."
Luna stirs ever so slightly, her little paws kneading the air as if responding to the name and the happiness you promise.
If someone were to stand far away from you, they would probably only see the weariness that passes through your eyes and the relaxed curve to your lips. But Wonwoo likes this up close view of youđthe way your pupils seem to be filled with comfort that rivals the soft glow of the morning sun, the way your smile radiates nothing but warmth, and all this love you carry within yourself that makes his heart just a bit more weak. He sees the way your gaze lingers, the way you seem to see a story in Luna's closed eyes, a story that you want to rewrite with just the word home.
And while you keep your eyes on Luna, Wonwoo's eyes only remain on you.
"Do you seriously have to work on your photography project now?"
Your voice catches Wonwoo's attention, causing him to glance up from the camera in his hands and look at you. You had both of your hands in your pockets, encased comfortably in a sweater that still somehow brought some chills up your skin, and a pout to your face with your eyes narrowed in his direction.
"Well, the point of the project is to catch something beautiful and write an analysis about it, and itâs a beautiful day, soâŠ" Wonwoo specifies playfully, before putting his eye back on eyepiece and directing the camera towards you, and he captures a few of you in your cute, somewhat disheveled glory, and there's a couple of pictures of you attempting to hide your face and the shy smile that running across it.
As he continues to snap photos, you swear you catch a glimpse of the fondness in his eyes. He's not just capturing a random moment; he's capturing you, and it's bringing back that warm and fuzzy feeling to your chest. Your cheeks flush, unsure if it's from the cold grazing your face or Wonwoo himself, and you look down, suddenly feeling all too bashful.
When he finally lowers it, he turns to you with a soft smile.
"Perfect," he murmurs, securing the camera back around his neck and under his scarf.
"You're not going use those for your project, right?"
"Nope," he replies simply as he runs up to catch up to you, your shoulders brushing up against each other. "These are just for me."
Your stomach jumps at his response, feeling a sense of warmth enveloping within you despite the chilly air. The crisp breeze tugs at your sweater, making you shiver, and you huddle deeper into it as much as you can. As you continue walking, Wonwoo's gaze keeps flickering to you, his brows furrowing slightly, and he glances down at the navy blue scarf wrapped around his own neck.
It wasn't until you feel something warm and soft drape around your shoulders, and you look over to find that Wonwoo has smoothly wrapped his scarf around you, his own neck now exposed to the cold breeze.
"What are you doing?" You ask, voice filled with surprise and a hint of concern. "Wonwoo, you'll get cold."
All he does is shake his head. "I'll be fine. I want you to be warm."
You're about to protest, but you can only freeze as he secures the scarf around your neck. The gesture warms not only your body but also your heart, yet you're aware of his susceptibility to the cold as well. The scarf also, once again, smells like him, a mixture of a subtle musky cologne, a comforting hint of fresh laundry, and a trace of his natural scent, which is uniquely his own.
But as you peer at him, seeing the way he's shivering and how his hands slip into his pockets, you could only frown.
So being as stubborn as you can be, you step up to him, making sure to move the camera around his neck out of the way before allowing your arms to wrap around him as if trying to share your own warmth with him. You press yourself as close to him as possible, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. You're shorter than him, but it doesn't matter to you at all (though, admittedly, Wonwoo loves it).
For a moment, you both stand there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the chill of the air is momentarily forgotten.
"Sorry, I just..." You start, voice slightly muffled against his chest. "Don't want you to be cold either."
Wonwoo's laughter rumbles through his chest as he holds you closer, even though he's still shivering a bit, which only made you more determined to keep him warm. He tightens his embrace around you, holding you close, letting his head rest on top of yours.
After a few moments, you pull back a bit, meeting his gaze as you look up at him diffidently, briefly catching sight of his soft lips. A moment of temptation washes over you as you gaze at his mouth, and you feel the urge to lean in just like back in the shelter the other day.
But your fucking nerves and anxiety hold you back once again.
So instead, you tip-toe just a bit and press a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, which was dusted with pink from the cold, instinctively seeing the way he cutely scrunches it. Wonwoo blinks in surprise, his lips parting slightly, and before he can react, you quickly pull away, a playful grin on your face.
You were never usually the one to initiate physical affection, but in this moment, something in you shifted, and it felt... right.
"What..." Wonwoo mumbles under his breath. "What was that for?"
It's the way you shrug almost innocently that gets his head spinning.
"Your nose looked cold," You respond impishly.
Oh, he's gone. You don't exactly know it but he isđirrevocably smitten, enamoured, completely caught under your web. In just that single second, he swears he's reduced to an atom, a small, insignificant particle bound to your gravitational pull.
He still can't get himself to respond even from the way your face seems to brighten.
"Come on, let's get to the shelter. I want to see Luna." You reach down to grab his hand, tugging lightly, before dragging him in the direction of the shelter before it gets too cold.
And he just lets you drag him, still caught in a daze the entire way.
Fortunately, the vet found that Luna's injury was not too severe; it only a small sprain in her leg and with proper care, she would recover just fine. This still didn't stop you from spending time with her though, and there are times where Wonwoo would find you in the back of the shelter, where Luna was sprawled sleepily on the table and you would be dozed off right next to her. The two of you resemble each other a lot, a thought that often entertains Wonwoo.
"It's only just a little catnap!" You had claimed, but both you and Wonwoo knew that it was much more than that.
(He also just really likes seeing how cute you are draped in a blanketđor draped in something owned by him in general).
Luna is settled in your lap on the floor, and Loki doesn't seem exactly fond with the new addition to the shelter who had stolen away your attention. So he trails over to Wonwoo instead, who easily picks him up without any hesitation, stroking the grumpy cat's fur as he sits down right next to you. Loki purrs appreciatively in Wonwoo's arms, occasionally casting a slightly jealous glance in Luna's direction.
"I can't believe that we have to go back to school tomorrow," You mutter disappointingly, watching Luna play with a loose thread on your sweater, batting at it with her tiny paw.
"Time flies, doesn't it?" Wonwoo acknowledges sympathetically.
"Yeah, it does," You muse lowly. "But if I could spend all my time here, I would."
"You know that you're welcome here anytime, right?" Wonwoo reassures you. "You could even come here without me, if you want."
You tilt your head at him, scowling playfully. "But... I'd rather be here with you."
A warm blush creeps onto Wonwoo's cheeks at your words. He looks down at Loki, who's comfortably settled in his arms, and then back at you, a fond smile playing on his lips.
"Did you have a good break though?" he asks. "I never got the chance to ask."
You fret out a sigh. Aside from the times you spent with Wonwoo and in the shelter, thinking about how you felt during the break was all too unnerving. "It's... what I expected, you know? Just... you know how my parents are. They always find a way to kind of just... I don't know... make me feel like I'm not enough, I guess?"
Wonwoo only hums in response, quietly listening as you seem to find the voice to spill the thoughts you've been holding in for the longest time.
"and... it's been like this for years. They never change, and so whenever something good happens, I feel like I don't deserve it." Then you pause, taking in a deep breath. "I-I feel like I don't deserve you sometimes."
This makes Wonwoo bring his attention back up, and he's met with your faint smile and eyes that seemed to be filled with guilt.
"I get scared if I show too much, I'll... I don't know, drive you away? Or if I let myself be too happy, I... end up pushing everyone away, and I can't help it because I don't want to push you awayđ"
"Then pull me in." Wonwoo's voice is soft yet determined. "You know I'm not going anywhere, right? I'm not running away from you, not now, I donât plan to.â
You could only stare at him; not blankly, but with an intensity that reflects the emotions swirling around your head.
In this world, you never quite felt good enough, smart enough, or pretty enough. You often questioned why someone as amazing as Wonwoo would be interested in someone like youđsomeone who constantly felt like they were fumbling through life unnoticeably, someone who listened to their head more than their heart, searching for a place to belong, as you felt like you never fit in anywhere.
In this world, you cherished being alone, so you could burden yourself with your own thoughts. Itâs different nowđbeing able to crave someone elseâs company more than your own, grappling with the thought that another person wants to get to know you, and youâre giving them the chance to unravel you.
"You're more than enough for me, because youâre you, and I like you," he continues. "You can pull me in, and let me share even a small percentage of your thoughts, because that's with this is, right? We're a team."
A team, the words echo in your mind.
"Have you seen how big your heart is?" Wonwoo questions empathetically. "You give so much of yourself, to the cats, to me. It's no wonder they adore you, and... it's no wonder I do too."
He takes a moment to let his words sink in, giving you the space to process the weight of his sentiment. As you look at him, you notice the genuine affection in his eyes, and a flicker of hope ignites within you. Perhaps there is more to you than you allow yourself to believe.
"And... I hope one day I'll be able to get you to see yourself the way I see you, that a part of your heart will have a space for yourself too, because it's okay to be happy,â he says. "You deserve me. I have worries too, you know, but... being with you makes it all a little easier. Maybe I can make it a little easier for you too, if you'll let me in. We can make it easy together."
We can make it easy together, because not every heart can love itself so simply.
There's a few minutes of silence that passes, and you feel all too tongue-tied to think of a proper response, but it's comforting this way. It's the simple act of being there, existing right next to each other, of accepting each other for who you are, and sharing your vulnerabilities that truly matter.
Luna shifts in your hold, and when you peer down at her, you swear you can see yourself in her tiny, sleepy form: someone so fragile, someone deserving of care, someone deserving of the same care that you give her.
It's the silence alone that feels enough to convey that yeah, everything will be alright as long as you have each other.
"She kind of looks like you."
You take a moment to glance up at Wonwoo, giving him an affectionate smile, before bringing Luna up closer to your face.
"You think so?" You ask as you gently stroke Luna's soft fur, and he nods with a soft grin. "I guess we do look alike."
[03:41am | y/n]
hi um
i think i want to kiss wonwoo now
[10:03am | mf jerry wen]
did u srsly just fucking text me at 3am
that u want to kiss ur boyfriend
u goddamn insomniac
also TMI ew gross đ€źđ€ź get a room
[10:05am | mf jerry wen]
actually ridiculous ANYWAY
(ATTACHMENT: 4 VIDEOS)
[10:09am | y/n]
STFU STOP SPAMMING MY PHONE W TIKTOKS
IM TRYING TO SLEEP
[10:11am | mf jerry wen]
WELL WHOSE FAULT IS THAT đ€š
BE GRATEFUL IM WISHING U GOOD LUCK IDIOT
REMEMBER TO BRUSH UR TEETH
AND PUT ON CHAPSTICK OR SUM
[10:13am | mf jerry wen]
okay wait r u being like fr serious rn
like u want to do the whole mouth to mouth resuscitation shebang
[10:18am | y/n]
whatever the hell that means
also how tf do u know the word resuscitation
[10:19am | mf jerry wen]
i'm cpr certified đ„°
[10:19am | y/n]
when the fuck
ykw i'm not even gonna question it
i'm going back to sleep
[10:20am | mf jerry wen]
HAPPY KISSING BESTIE đđ€đ„°đ«¶đâŁïžđđ»
"Ready to head out?" Wonwoo asks, standing patiently while you dispose of some trash.
"Yeah, just about to be," You tell him as you throw away your empty cup into the trash bin. When you walk in Wonwoo's direction, he already has his hand out for you, and you take it with a shy, grateful smile.
Outside, the world is hushed and peaceful, still like in a singular picture frame, but in an odd way, a bit brighter than befoređperhaps from all the streetlights being on, or perhaps from the quiet excitement of the evening. The weather has been slowly getting colder, and you're both finally bundled up enough to handle the chill. The walk back to your dorm is as quiet as ever, only the occasional sound of leaves rustling and your own footsteps the only disruptions to the silence.
Mid-term season is finally over, and you both managed to find the time to celebrate together by going to a new café that had opened near campus. It was a simple, yet incredibly needed escape from the life of university, or life in general. You haven't felt so relaxed and contented in a while, the weight of exams and assignments lifting from your shoulders.
As the sight of your dorm comes up though, you feel a wave of reluctance hit over you.
You don't want the evening to end just yet.
So when you both finally pause in front of the doors to your dorm, you turn to face him. It's about to be that familiar scene of goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow with him, but something inside of you is telling you that you'd rather see tomorrow... with him right next to you.
"I had a good time tonight," Wonwoo says softly, his gaze lingering on your face. His eyes reflect the dimly lit surroundings, and his fingers gently squeeze your hand.
You smile at him, feeling your cheeks warm at his words. "Me too."
Another round of silence passes as you glance between him and the doors to your dorm. You take in a deep breath.
"I... I was wondering..." You start, already trailing off your words and mentally face-palming yourself from the nerves coursing within. "if... if that offer to stay at your place is still open?"
His eyes widen ever so slightly.
"Are you sure?" he asks. "You don't have to if you don't wantđ"
"I do," You quickly assure him, interrupting his hesitations. "I really want to."
With that, you both continue walking past your dorm, leaving behind the familiar in exchange for the unknown. The walk is brisk, the chill in the air making you huddle closer together. Every now and then, your eyes meet, and the corners of your lips quirk up from excitement, and most obviously, nervousness.
Because, in fact, you're both equally as nervous.
That nervousness lingers like a quiet undercurrent as you approach Wonwoo's apartment. You can feel your heart beating a little faster, and you're sure he can sense it too. It's the kind of nervousness that accompanies with something new and exciting.
Wonwoo was lucky enough to not have to deal with the absolute insanity it comes with living in a dormitory. The peace and quietness was something you loved right away, and when he finally leads you up the front door, you feel the nerves resurface once again knowing you're here, and there's no going back now.
You watch amusedly as Wonwoo fumbles with opening the door to his place, and when it unlocks, he steps back to stand right next to you, as if allowing you to make the decision of going in yourself.
However, you could only keep looking at him, and you can see the anticipation in his eyes, the same nervous energy that was coursing through you. It was just the two of you, standing in front of his apartment door, aware of this next step into the unknown.
Wonwoo has been nothing but patient with you. He's told and showed you more times than you can count on your hands and feet that he respects your pace and that he's willing to wait for you to be ready. But there's something about tonight, standing here on the edge of something new, that makes you want to take that leap of faith.
Because you're a team, and you're together.
"I-I really want to kiss you right now," You blurt out, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you can even think about it, and you feel your face flush out of embarrassment.
Wonwoo swears that simple statement just knocked the life out of him, clearly taken aback, but the surprise soon transforms into a soft, adoring smile. His glance switches from your eyes and settles on your lips and back up to your eyes again. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you wonder if he can hear it too.
"But I'm uh... really nervous," You stammer out shakily, feeling overwhelmingly vulnerable and exposed that you feel like you can probably burst. "I don't... really know how..."
"It's okay." Wonwoo just chuckles, stepping closer to you and leaning in, lips just a breath away from yours. "I'm nervous too."
You feel him put both of his hands at your waist, drawing you closer to him, and the warmth of his touch radiates through the layers of clothing. The soft glow of the hallway light casts on his face, illuminating his warm smile and the sparkle in his eyes. He leans in slowly, giving you time to adjust, stopping right before your lips can meet.
"Can I?" he whispers, his warm breath brushing against your lips, eyes searching yours for consent.
Your heart skips a beat as you nod slightly. The nervousness is still there, evident in the way your fingers twitch lightly, but it's now laced with sweet anticipation. Wonwoo closes the distance between you both, eyes closing as he lets his lips brush against yours a bit hesitantly and tentatively. It's a soft, cautious kiss at first, a testing of waters, and you aren't sure what to do with your hands or how to respond. But as you relax into it, and you kiss him back a bit unconfidently, your hands find their place on his chest, and you can feel the erratic pace of his heart.
His lips taste of comfort and the lingering sweetness of the hot chocolate you both ordered earlier at the cafĂ©. The world seems to come to a halt; nothing else seems to matter. The hallway light flickers briefly, before shining down like a spotlight on the two of you, highlighting this moment into something incredibly special, a memory etched in your heart. Your initial nervous thoughts had become completely invaded by the thought of only Wonwoo, his lips, his touch, his presenceđeverything else simply fades into the background.
You can feel the way he smiles under the kiss, the subtle curve of his lips against yours as the kiss deepens ever so slightly, and you can't help but smile too, the corners of your lips turning up as well. There's a gentle urgency in the way his lips move against yours, but he keeps it tender, careful not to rush. Your fingers press gently into Wonwoo's chest as you feel his heartbeat racing under your touch, and his hands on your waist tighten ever so slightly, pulling you even closer.
Yet it isn't until you can feel the way his glasses are slightly pressed against your face that makes you giggle into the kiss.
"Wonđ" Another bubble of muffled laughter escapes you as he continues to kiss you, his lips teasingly chasing yours and cutting your words off.
Then after a moment, he pulls back to catch some air, and you couldn't help but softly laugh at the way his glasses are endearingly crooked on his face.
"I'm sorry, it's just... Your glasses," You manage to say between breathless, light chuckles, bringing a hand up to readjust them for him on his nose.
He's staring at you with a starry-eyed look as you fix his glasses for him, adoring your concentrated face, and the moment you pull back to look at him, he can't help but press another brief kiss to your lips once more, catching you off-guard.
"Sorry, I..." he mutters apologetically. "Are you... are you okay?"
He tries to scan over your face, searching for any telltale signs of discomfort or hesitation, but all he finds is nothing but the warmth in your eyes and the smile on your lips.
"I'm more than okay," You assure him, pecking him on the lips swiftly, even though your heart is pounding and your head is spinning in circles. You could say that you're absolutely freaking the fuck out and that you might go into cardiac arrest, but you don't, because this is okayđyou're okay. "I'm very okay."
You both stand there for a moment, listening to the sounds of each other's heavy breathing as if you're sharing the same rhythm, the same heartbeat. There's that look in his face againđan earnest look of admiration, affection, and longing, like he's trying to engrave every detail of your face, of this moment, into his memory, or like youâve hung up all the stars in the sky above.
It isn't until a sudden chill makes you both shiver that the two of you notice you're still standing outside in the hallway.
"We should probably head inside," he suggests coyly, and you nod in agreement.
"Yeah." You giddily reach down to grab his hand right away. "We should."
another note: hehe ty for reading đ«¶
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u have absolutely no idea what 'coffee caramels' did to me omg đ u write spencer and his mannerisms so WELL hsbsghdbdh so i come to u with a lil request if that's okay with u !!
spencer insists on playing pretend-doctor for reader who's sick (but denying it) so he invokes his technically-a-doctor card and gives his second opinion just to take care of reader n smother them w looooove
essentially just him teasing y/n and being the stupid Cute attentive nerd he is <3
(inspired by S5E3 where he gets stuck at the bau w garcia bc he was being stubborn abt his injury)
i am never ever Normal abt this guy đ i look forward to reading more of ur work and losing my mind over reid with u, aine !! mwa
hiii tysm for requesting, youre so fucking sweet!! <33 drop an emoji to let me know who you are and letâs loose our mind over our fav boy together anon!!!! also sorry this took so long, i wrote like 3k but then hated it so i started over, i love this prompt sm so i feel like i had to do it justice.
pspspsp i love s5 spence so fucking much... his hair went from beautiful to ethereal to mad sexy...s5 treated us well. requests are ALWAYS appreciated !!!!!!
soup. spencer reid
spencer reid x fem!reader, 3k
you've been off it for so long, dodging virus after virus and disease after disease and just right when you thought that you are immune to sickness, you caught it. the inevitable fever.
there was no denying it, you've tried. after getting a headache, you popped a tylenol before you went to sleep, nonchalant. the next morning was when reality really came crashing down. a sore throat.
it progressively got worse throughout the day, and when you came crashing into bed after a long day at work, your nose was feeling stuffy and your were coughing, spewing sickness everywhere you went. you woke up in the middle of night sweating like you had just ran a fucking marathon and only able to breathe through one nostril unless you shift your body entirely.
you did not take to these news well. firmly in denial, you still planned to show up to work the next day.
except you didn't show up to work. sickly and delirious, the part when you press snooze then snooze again slip your mind and at one point you must've turn off your alarm entirely. drifting in and out of consciousness and slipping into dream after dream, it gets harder to tell what is real and what is not.
"y/n? y/n!"
now, it is very probable that the voice isnât actually real, because why the hell would you be hearing spencer reidâs voice outside of work? the chances are slim to none, and despite the heat pounding at your skull you manage to smile. there is something unexplainably comforting about spencerâs voice, soft and deliberate. it would be foolish to say that under the mad spell heâd cast on you (him simply saying two words) heâs managed to melt away your headache, because he didnât. you still feel like shit.
ây/n?â
you frown, the voice sounding too insistent and real and not matching up with the visuals of your dream. you feel a tapping on your shoulder and when you blink your eyes open you couldâve screamed.
you jump up and then backwards, huddling your blanket with you, scared for your life. because right in front of you is perhaps the most intimidating creature on the earth; spencer reid in a purple sweater vest with his face so close to yours he could breathe in your sickness, hair tucked carefully behind his ear.
âspencer?â you ask incredulously, but instead your voice comes out a rasp. you clear your throat, feeling something warm creep up your cheek. it might be a blush, but you blame it on the chills. you keep blinking, trying to regain your vision and feel instantaneous embarrassment. you look a mess, sick and dehydrated with dry lips and bad hair and you probably reek of morning breath. and spencerâs there, looking like heavenâs finest angel, smiling at you like heâs smiling at a person and not a monster. spencer has the tendency to treat and look at everyone like theyâre the love of his life. you sort of hate it.
âhi y/n,â he breathes, crouching down on the floor before you on the bed. âiââ
âwhat are you doing here?â youâre too impatient to wait, still in shock.
now. you try not to make it obvious that you have a mad crush on spencer, because if the fact were to spill, youâre not eager cleaning up the consequences. itâs an unestablished, unspoken rule that should be common sense that no workplace dating will be allowed and usually itâs a ridiculous rule, because who the hell would want to date their coworker, like actually? work crushes are normal but they exist only in a part of your day, an eye-candy for you to stare at to get through the day, then you go home or go out and forget about them. who actually has serious work crushes, actually? actually? itâs ridiculous.
your defense is completely solid, youâd say. your number one defense is you canât help the fact that you and spencer were meant to be friends. the moment you joined the team, you and spencer clicked together like two lego pieces, despite your clashing personalities. you find it refreshing to have someone like spencer, someone whoâs soft and sweet but cunning and resourceful but thoughtful and kind, and it was equally refreshing for spencer to have someone blunt and straightforward but still patient enough to put up with him.
spencer doesnât like physical touch but ever since your first week he made you the exception and if you could, you would parade the privilege around like a badge. what can you say, youâre proud to be spencerâs little exception, anyone would be. he makes you feel special, differently than the others do and whatâs a girl to do? to have that great of a relationship with a coworker and not be work spouses and not be actually head over heels with the guy? how laughable.
itâs not something youâre proud of, however. you know itâs a lost cause, chasing after spencer. it hurts, sometimes, but you always patted yourself on the back with an âit is what it is.â spencer, as sweet and vulnerable as he is, has layers behind his thinly veiled heart. he talks a lot but he never talks about himself and he never talks about the past so he doesnât have to revive it, so all the memories are just wounds left out and neglected to burn. spencerâs trouble, definitely trouble, but itâs hard to be aware of the workload that spencer reid is when heâs rambling to you about something as innocent as halloween or knocking his knuckles on your knee during a flight trying to get your attention.
spencer blinks sheepishly, settling criss cross apple sauce on the ground, lanky legs twisting uncomfortably. âyou didnât come into work and you didnât answer your phone,â he explains. âemily told me to go check on you.â
you nod. heâs here because emily told him to. it makes a lot more sense now. ïżœïżœïżœiâll head in the office now,â you say, making your way out of bed, wiping at your eyes. âsorryââ
âno youâre not,â spencer says immediately, not even hesitating. he places a hand on your upper chest, pressing you back down on the bed. the butterflies at the pit of your stomach throws a fit. you know he means nothing by the actionâhas spencer reid ever been the one knowledgeable about romance?âbut knowing that doesnât help the heat that spread up your cheeks thatâs definitely not from the sickness. âyouâre burning up,â he says. âiâll get you some water. you should clean up,â he says, uncrossing his legs difficultly and then stumbling out the room, mismatched socks slipping on the hardwood floor.
you take advantage of the time that spencerâs not there and race to the bathroom, ignoring the blackout and the dizziness that threatens to make you faint from getting up too abruptly. you squirt some toothpaste onto your toothbrush and by the time you exit the bathroom, spencer is already there, waiting, except heâs by your desk, hands on a book.
typical.
he perks up when he hears your footsteps pad into the room, turning around, looking like a child whoâs been caught with your book in his hands. you smile at him, albeit itâs a pathetic smile. you feel dizzy.
âyou like toni morrison?â
âi love toni morrison,â spencer chirps, excitement bouncing all over his face. âespecially her masterwork, beloved,â he looks back down at your red copy admiringly then sets it down. "get back in bed," he says, and you can't wrap your hand around how ridiculous the situation is. your coworker, or work crush, is at your house, checking your temperature and shooing you to bed to rest. "i bought you soup so you can eat up, i--"
âyou bought me soup?â you ask, incredulous. spencer nods seriously.
âit's proven that eating soup makes people feel better, not just some stereotype. the right amount of sodium can help help relieve sore throat pains and the vitamins and minerals found in soup can play a very large part in recovery...i had a feeling you were going to be sick, itâs the weather, you know? everyone is catching the cold. you need to eat it before it gets cold, the heat helps with nasal digestion and also sinus pressure and it'll be useless if you ate it lukewarm...iâll be right backâŠâ and with the babbling his voice fades out as he walks back out to the living room, leaving you alone standing on the side of your bed. you look at the forgotten copy of beloved set carefully back onto your desk, smiling to yourself slightly before climbing back into bed, because spencer says so and spencerâs always right but mostly because your legs feel like theyâre going to give out.
spencer is speedy, striding several steps at once with his ridiculously long legs that looks unnaturally lanky but once he reaches your room again, soup and spoon in hand you were already nodding off, head lolling and eyes slipping shut. spencer stops at your bed stand, thinking to himself for a second before balancing the plastic bowl of soup on one hand and using the other to gently nudge at your face, waking you up. he grimaces when he feels that your skin burns to the touch, a bright tint to your cheeks that he hates himself for liking because you're sick, he shouldn't be thinking that you're pretty or stuff like that.
spencer waves the thought away, determined to focus on his mission. deliver soup, make sure you're okay, and send his farewells. that's what emily told him to do, and even though derek added a "kiss her goodnight too, loverboy!" he's only going to listen to emily, because emily knows best.
yes. perfect. that's exactly what he's going to do.
"hey," he whispers, caressing his thumb across the lightly purple patch under your eye, frowning to himself. you haven't been getting good enough sleep, and he feels guiltier for waking you up, but then straightens himself up resolutely--no. emily said the soup must be delivered and consumed--just to melt again when your eyes flutter open, confused and traces of sleep still floating around your facial expression. "sorry," he mumbles, feeling oddly embarrassed. "it's just--i mean, you don't have to, jus' want you to eat something before you sleep again."
you sit up slowly, and once you're fully awake again, the smell of the soup hits you like a bucket of ice and you suddenly feel your mouth watering. you feel like a princess, sitting there with your hands crossed in your lap while you wait for spencer to unwrap the plastic utensils and tissues from its clear packaging, carefully opening up the lid of the soup on the night stand and hot steam floats around the room, engulfing both you and spencer in a bubble of tomato soup.
spencer, a planner that he is, didn't let you eat directly from the plastic take-out bowl from the restaurant and had rummaged through your kitchen for a bowl and pours half the soup into the ceramic, no spillage and perfectly clean. then he hands the soup to you, and you eat.
to say that spencer is concerned is to say the least. you're a profiler, and you're trained to pick up on this sort of thing but you only need to be a child with an undeveloped brain to work out that spencer's worried, watching your every move and monitoring that you eat enough, the crease in his brows deepen whenever you set the bowl down so you pick it up again and stuff two more spoonfuls in your mouth, to hopefully make him worry less.
the silence is awkward, the only sounds in the room is you biting down on the spoon occasionally as you drink your soup and spencer watching intently, hands on his chin and unaware of his staring problem. you and spencer rarely has these kind of silences, the silences where you scramble for things to say because the atmosphere would always be too comfortable. you sneak glances at him as you eat. since spencer's completely oblivious to the heaviness of the silence, you feel it's up to you to break it.
"i'll clock in once i'm finish eating this, don't worry," you say, trying your best to sound reassuring as you try to choke back a spoonful of soup too big. you lick your lips, and spencer is biting his, a bad habit.
"no you're not, y/n," he says, exasperated. normally, when spencer uses his 'i'm right so you should listen to me' tone like this, it means he's geared for an argument and you would be happy to challenge him, but now you can't find the energy for it. yet you muster enough up anyway.
"i'm only a bit shaken up 'cause of the weather," you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible, still in the calm before the storm of the bicker. "'m not immobile. and i already used up all my off days visiting my family--"
spencer, however, didn't bother for the peaceful offering. "you're not coming in today, y/n," he says, and he sounds a bit anxious but you know his true intent. his eyes are mirthful with confidence, and he knows he's already won the argument. despite the buzzing in your ears and the fuzziness in your brain, you can't let the bastard win. you can't.
âi canât miss anymore days spencer, and i wonât,â you say coldly, but you slurping on the soup hungrily like itâs your last day on earth sort of ruined your cool facade. âiâm not too sick, either, itâll be useless for me to stay homeââ
spencer reaches to press his palm against your forehead, his skin cold to the touch. you close your eyes instinctively.
âyouâre burning up,â he announces. âmeans your sick. youâre not coming in today, y/n.â
âsays who?â you say defensively, feeling a bit like youâre loosing.
âsays me,â spencer says cooly, cheeky smile at his lips. you should hate it more than you do. âwhoâs a doctor.â
you scoff. âso now youâre an actual doctor? you got a medical phd on you?â
âi have a bachelor in medicine and enough doctorates to make me slightly knowledgeable in every field,â spencer quips and you didnât even know that he had a bachelor in medicine. how many fucking degrees does this guy even have on his resume?
âwhatever,â you grumble, sounding a lot like someone whoâs just got defeated. you set the bowl of soup down on the nightstand and spencer hands you a bottled water before you could think about needing water. you pluck it from his offering hands, muttering a âthanksâ under your breath.
spencer laughs quietly, watching you drink patiently and putting the cap back on when you hand him back the bottle, setting it next to your soup. you feel ridiculously babied and your cheeks burn with the guilt you feel. youâre talking him off his office hours just to be here and feed you stuff and make sure youâre taking care of yourself.
spencer, the 24/7 profiler, notices. "is something wrong?" he asks innocently, round eyes blinking and oblivious. bless him. "you got redder. is it too hot? i can adjust the a/c."
âfine,â you mumble, still a little embarrassed with your realization. âlittle cold, actually.â
âit's the chills from your fever,â spencer informs you. âiâŠâ he pauses, frowning again, frustrated from not being able to finish his thought. he abandons it. âdo you need anything else?â
âno spence,â you laugh sort of pathetically, throat strained. âyouâve been an angel already. you can go back to the office, if you want.â
spencer thinks back to what emily had told him. soup. make sure sheâs ok. leave. heâs done the past two steps. itâs time he completes his mission.
butâŠ
âare you sure?â he prods, a little bit of him hoping that you'd say no. he doesn't know what it is; something bothering him, making him dread leaving.
you didn't get the cue. "mhmm," you shoot him a reassuring smile. as reassuring as you can manage, anyway, grimacing at the insistent throb in your head. spencer gnaws on his bottom lip, indecisive. you don't know what he was deciding between.
whatever battle it was, he wraps it up quick. "okay," he repeats. "i'll get back."
"you do that."
"remember to drink water."
"i will."
"do you need me to bring you more?"
"i'm okay."
"okay."
"okay."
the conversation feels incomplete and spencer isn't interested to complete it, booting out the door, except he lingers for a bit and awkwardly turns around, hand on the frame. you are already looking at him when he looks at you.
you and spencer are never this awkward, never this hesitant and strange. the tension that suffocates your room feels like signature first-date-tension, the kind of nervous excitement and tip-toeing blind lovers and uncertainty.
"are you sure?"
i'd rather you stay. you push the response away. "i am."
"you have medicine right?"
you do have medicine. for a brief moment, you want to lie about it; want to say that you ran out this morning and then he would run to the store for you and return and then spend more time in your insufferable, sickly presence. you brush the thought away within a second. never in a million years do you want to bother spencer, especially not with a thing as selfish as that. maybe it's because of your biased vision but spencer is looking like he's desperate to leave, practically screaming for outlet at the door. it's time you let him go and indulge in the worst sleep you'll ever have.
"yeah," you say, clearing your throat. "i do."
"okay," spencer says. "i'll go."
"thanks," you add awkwardly. "for the soup. and for coming."
"'course" spencer says absentmindedly, lingering at the door frame but not looking at you in particular, not looking at anything. he snaps back and sends you a wave. spencer has a power to him where everything he does looks unplanned, like he's doing it against his own will.
he leaves. if you had change your mind and ask for him to come back, for him to stay, he would've. no hesitation. but you didn't, and he wiggles back in his broken in converses and return back to the bau with no elevator partner.
maybe another day.
a/n: sorry for the ending, this was getting too long so i had to cut it short đđbut i think it's kinda fitting! lmk if you guys want a part 2 <3
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As a black clover fan, came FLOCKING to your accountđâ€ïž i got a req for you, take as much time as youâd like!
William, Nozel and Yuno jealousy headcanons? You could make a lil scenario if you like for each, but just howâd they act? I feel like all 3 of them would get extremely petty at one pointđ THANK YOU!!!
Hi!!! I'm grateful and I really hope you're enjoying my accountâ€ïž
It was really interesting to write for these three since they have such calm and closed personalities and it was funny to see them trying to deal with the situationđ
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William :
William is definitely not a jealous man. He trusts you a lot and seeing you talking to other people doesn't make him uncomfortable.
However, it may happen that this man has to fight against the bad thoughts in his mind when he sees you talking to another man for a long time, like when he came across you at a party where the captains and the members of their squads were together.
He thought it was a little unnecessary of him to be a little jealous, but the truth is that it got to a point where his eyes started to fall on you more often than expected.
Along with the feeling of jealousy, came the fear and insecurity that you might be more interested in someone else than him, due to the scar. Even after you were the first person who came close to him and kissed that mark, accepting it without fear or prejudice.
He's not the type to make a scene when he's jealous, so he just came close to you when you were talking to the guy and hold your hand and stood there close to you, without saying anything.
Even when he was just innocently marking his territory, you already knew him well enough to be able to read the look in his eyes and not be able to hide a little smile when you saw him jealous. You'll definitely tease him about this on the way home.
"You seemed a little strange just now, is everything okay?"
"Yes, why not?" He smiled, trying not to give too many signs
"Nothing, I could have sworn you were jealous..."
"Jealousy?" He choked a little, feeling a certain blush on his cheeks and you giggled, seeing him all embarrassed
"You're cute when you're jealous, you know?" You poked his cheek and he smiled. "But you don't need to be. I love you." You kissed him and hugged him, making his heart ease and melt
The captain apologized to you but you said that everything was fine and that he didn't have to apologize because he didn't do anything wrong. He was always so kind and cute.
I want a William, where can I find one?đ„șđđ
Nozel :
Nozel, in turn, is more controlling of you even without saying a word.
Like William, he won't say a word but his actions spoke loudly as did his look, he will make sure that his actions are visible enough and understood by both the individual and you.
Like for example when you were talking to his rival, Fuegoleon, and he saw you in the background laughing with the other man and that made his icy eyes fall on you without straying for even a moment.
Nozel approached the two of you and that was when Fuegoleon looked at him as he put an arm around you and returned a serious look to the other captain. You were a little surprised when he suddenly appeared, without understand what that attitude was initially about. Fuegoleon, in turn, immediately understood what was happening but just smiled at both of you, leaving the place.
You looked at Nozel and saw him narrow his eyes at you a little and you couldn't help but question him.
"You seemed a little uncomfortable just now, was it your rival's presence?"
"I'm not uncomfortable around my rival but confident knowing that I'm above him." Nozel said, coldly as he walked and you smiled
"Oh, I see...So what if he are too close to me, won't you be bothered?"
Nozel turned to face you and you gave him a teasing smile, only to see him lose his royal posture
"If he or another guy is near you, I'll deal with them... and then with you." Nozel whispered next to your ear and left
That man's serious, low voice sent a shiver down your spine and made your knees weak.
He was undoubtedly jealous and was letting it show more than he would have liked.
(Okay I'll have to write this scenario laterâïž)
Yuno :
Of the three, this may be surprisingly the most obvious, even if he thinks he can't leave any evidence of it.
Yuno is very reserved and very closed off. Exactly the opposite of his best friend and rival, Asta...
But when faced with a situation like this, he may even be a little more talkative than usual.
He always tries to keep you in his sight to protect you at all times. Yes, he has feelings even if he's not that good at expressing them in words.
He was looking for you, at the headquarters, when he saw you talking and laughing with another member of Golden Dawn. It caused a "strange feeling" in him, especially when he saw that you seemed to be trying something. Even if it was nothing more than an idea in his head. He trusted you and wasn't insecure about it but, no, please stay away from her.
"Is everything okay here?" Yuno asked, approaching the two of you
"Yes, and you?"
"Oh, nice to see you, Yuno!" The other member greeted Yuno just looking at him, with a cold gaze that followed him from top to bottom
"Are you alright, Yuno?" You asked again, feeling a certain tension in the air.
"Yes...Come with me, the captain needs to talk to us."He informed, without taking his eyes off the other man, who was already getting uncomfortable
"Well... then I'll leave. See you later." He said goodbye to the two, a little nervous, following his path shortly after
You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at Yuno, still trying to understand what had just happened.
"What was that just now?" You asked
" 'That' what?" He looked at you
"That...You didn't take that cold look off the poor guy. What did he do to you?"
"Nothing. Let's go." He turned around and you looked at him
A light bulb went off over your head and you soon came to the answer. Yuno was jealous and you smiled.
"Did it bother you to see me close to that man?" You asked and he stopped looking at you for a moment but only to turn around again and make his way
Well, his silence was a response in itself and you just shook your head, following behind him.
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