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reiderwriter · 7 months ago

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I’ve watching the episode where Reid kisses the actress. Could you write a fic where the reader is in the BAU and is best friends with Reid but has a secret crush on Reid which is obvious to everyone on the team but Reid and she is so jealous of the actress and the teams teases her about it?

A/N: Hello! Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy it~♡

Warnings: none, hints of bi-reader, but like...come on.

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Your “too obvious, plain as day, nearly embarrassing” schoolgirl crush on Spencer Reid was taking too long to fizzle out naturally.

When you'd met the man, and your heart fluttered, you knew you'd have to go through the motions: you'd hope, grow fonder of the man, dream about him, then cringe, get ick, and ultimately you'd achieve the ultimate crush death.

You were stuck somewhere between hope and dream, still, and had taken a wrong turn somewhere leading to nearly Hozier-levels of desperate longing.

5 months assisting the BAU as a press liaison, working as JJ's assistant on more public facing cases had landed you here.

And what better case for you to spread your wings on than one in Los Angeles itself, starring the famous Lila Archer.

When Gideon and Reid had called the case in, you'd been eager not to seem too eager. You'd never been out of Quantico on a case before, usually shacking up in an office to shout down phone lines as reporters on the press room floor telling them they were scum of the earth for sensationalizing murder. JJ had obviously taught you to have a more nuanced conversation that that, but your inner thoughts were still allowed.

But LA was a different kettle of fish, and Hotch appreciated that. It didn't quite help that you visibly perked up when you heard Reid himself had a hand in calling it into the team. A high-school classmate and a jet ride later, you were excited and ready to greet Spencer Reid. And Lila Archer.

She was so pretty it was intimidating to even breathe the same air as her, a magnetism that drew everyone in the room closer to her just as Spencer drew you towards him.

You tried not to see the obvious attraction the two had to each other, but the bile rose in your throat every time you thought about the case. The sour twinge of jealousy became a constant on the case, as your efforts to save Lila from her stalker also pushed her closer and closer to Spencer.

And that wasn't even accounting for the fact that you'd suddenly become tongue-tied around them.

Spencer had asked you multiple times how you were enjoying your first time out in the field, and the most you could muster was a nod and a stammered “it's been good, I guess.”

With Lila, it was worse. You couldn't even tell her your name, and had overheard her politely asking Reid for it a few times every time you'd dropped coffee off in their vicinity.

Your school girl crush was hitting the first heartbreak road bump at full speed, and dear god, you were not ready for the car crash.

You tried to psych yourself out of it, to clear your mind and remain professional, but one tabloid cover after wrapping the case ended that for you completely.

“Whooo, Spencer, my man! I knew you were a pretty boy, I didn't know you had game like that!”

The tabloid had been dropped on his desk by Derek loudly and had quickly drawn a crowd when they'd seen the resulting red flush from the man of the hour.

He'd snatched up the gossip rag pretty quickly, but not before you'd gotten a glimpse of the cover. You recognised Lila’s pool, then Lila herself, then the man she was passionately making out with as you felt your heart crack in two.

You'd stuck like a fly on the wall and quietly joined in the teasing as you swallowed all of your ugly emotions at once.

“And in the pool, too, Spencer, that's crazy. Look at Y/N. She can't believe it herself!” You forced a small giggle past your lips and hoped the others couldn't tell how fake it was. You stuck out a few more minutes of conversation before nearly running back to JJ's, thankfully empty office.

The tears were silent.

You berated yourself for even letting them fall. An unrequited love wasn't the end of the world - especially considering you had to work with Reid, see him every day.

It took you months to get over it. Not that you ever fully managed it.

You simply told yourself that you'd never felt that way in the first place, gaslighting yourself into believing there was no feelings and thus no heartbreak.

After a month of haunting the office with your general gloom, you got into the flow of it and truly convinced yourself you were over it.

And you were until everyone started talking about it all over again.

“Spencer, I heard your lady friend is going to be in a real blockbuster soon. Congrats!” Morgan clapped the man on the shoulder as he walked past, discarding his coat at his desk as he arrived for work.

You gripped your coffee mug slightly tighter as you wished the conversation would blow over.

“Reid has a lady friend? Oh, please do not spare the details,” Emily jumped in, eager to integrate herself into the team now that she was in it.

“You know that actress, Lila Archer? We babysat her on a case a couple of months back, and she took quite the liking to our little genius-”

“Morgan, stop-” Reid groaned, flushing yet again at the mention of the whole scenario.

“Okay, I'll back off,” the older man said quickly. “If you can tell me honestly, you don't still have that tabloid cover in the second draw of your desk.”

You tried to stand and walk away from the conversation without drawing any attention to yourself, but the tension in your body left you stiff and less than graceful. You tripped on the corner of your desk on your way out but didn't pause to even listen to the others' call after you in your haste to clear the venom burning in your throat.

You were fine and happy to ignore your emotions, but you realized then that kind of tactics would only work if everybody else managed to avoid them, too.

You calmed your pace to a wall and took a series of deep breaths, trying to rationalize your departure to yourself.

“I'm busy. There's some files I need to pull anyway, so I'm just going to file storage. That's why I left my desk. That's all, I'm fine.”

Your small pep talk didn't rewrite history, though, and you still felt a cloud of envy following you around.

He kept her picture. In his drawer.

Truth be told, you weren't expecting it to hurt this bad.

You heard footsteps come up behind you, so you quickly ducked into the empty elevator, not quite ready to face anyone yet. A hand caught it just as you were about to be left alone, though, and Spencer joined you in the elevator.

You weren't exactly shocked to see him. He'd been just as uncomfortable with the topic of conversation as you had, if not more so. You just wished you hadn't been in the same place now.

“Sorry, I need some files.”

Great, you were going to the same place as well. You just nodded slightly and gave him a tight-lipped smile as you travelled down to the place you'd both chosen as an escape.

“Back there, you left…” Spencer started, fidgeting awkwardly next to you in the elevator.

“You left pretty abruptly.”

“I remembered I needed some files.’

“Right, right…”

The silence that stretched between you was thick and suffocating, and you begged the elevator to move faster.

“I don't, by the way.” He spoke up again, awkwardly clearing his throat before continuing. “I don't still have that tabloid. There is a picture in that drawer, but it's not…that one.”

“A different picture of Lila, then?’ You tried to keep your tone light, but even while trying your hardest, you couldn't keep the bitterness out of your tone.

The elevator reached its destination, but you both held back for a few seconds, and neither of you was quite sure what to say anymore.

“She kissed me, you know.” Spencer said, facing you now, pinning you in place with his attention.

“Yes, Spencer. Well aware, I saw the photo, too.”

“No.. no, I mean, she kissed me.”

��Loud…loud and clear,” you said, raking a hand through your hair as you tried to drown out all of the noise.

“Y/N, I don't think you're hearing me.”

“Oh, and I should be paying attention to you recounting the time an actress decided you were worthy of your time and tried to mount you in a swimming pool? I need to hear about how her tongue felt being pushed down your throat?”

The words jumped out of you, and you had no way to stop them once they started. Instead, you simply shoulder checked your way out of the still elevator and marched your way to the file room.

“Y/N, I'm sorry, please just hear me out,” you heard Spencer calling out to you, but you didn't stop or turn around.

“Y/N, I'm trying to explain, please just-” You heard him groan in frustration as you kept up your pace and felt slightly satisfied that he was having such a hard time. A solid hand on your wrist pulling you back wiped any smile you had on your face clean off, especially as you were pulled into a somewhat solid chest and a hand tipped your head up to meet his own.

To say you hadn't imagined the moment that Spencer Reid kissed you for the first time would be a lie. You thought it would be sweet and small, an awkward peck if nothing else that led to giggles and more innocent chaste kisses and possibly an illusive hug.

Instead, you were pushed back against the nearest wall, pinned up by your wrists, and robbed of all of your breath as Spencer kissed you until you were seconds from passing out.

Even after you both came up from air, he released your wrists so he could angle your head back up to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss the second time around.

Stunned was not the word.

And though you were completely taken unaware by the kiss, that didn't mean you weren't eagerly reciprocating.

You kept your wits about you as his tongue parted your lips, leaning into him as you savored the moment.

It didn't stop the confusion after you finally broke apart, though.

“What…the…fuck, Spencer?” You said between gasps, chest heaving. He let your wrists go awkwardly, hands trailing down to your waist as you rested yours on his shoulders.

“You weren't…listening. Needed a different strategy.”

“Well, I'm all ears now.”

He nodded and then took another moment to catch his breath before relinquishing you from his hold and putting a bit of space between you.

“I didn't kiss Lila Archer. I didn't particularly want..to?” He cleared his throat and continued.

“She kinda just grabbed me? And did it? There was a pool too, so I was trying not to choke on water and chlorine and hair everywhere. Like, she just grabbed me-”

“Like you just did?”

“Like I just… did, yeah, like that.”

You weren't sure what to do or say anymore. So you just nodded and stood there, and so did he.

“That's not to say that I didn't enjoy this kiss. It wasn't just to illustrate the point. It kind of was, in the sense that it helped you understand what happened before, and that I hope it will help you realize the point of this conversation-”

“Which is?”

“I like you.” He said, finally pausing his rambling to look you in the eyes.

“I like you, and I didn't want you to misunderstand.”

“Oh. Oh right.”

You both stood there looking at each other and looking away in a loop, neither talking or breaking the silence until you both tried to.

“What about y-”

“Kiss me again.”

Reid blinked at you a few more times, trying to work through your words.

“Kiss me again” you repeated, stepping away from the wall and closer to Reid as he still just stared at you.

“We're still working, what if someone walks past?”

“Didn't stop you the first time.”

“But-”

You cut him off quickly, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to your level, locking lips with him again.

When you again came up for breath, possibly much longer after the time a second kiss should last, both of you just laughed again.

“I was jealous.” You said, looking up at him, ready to bare yourself to him now that he'd given a confession of his own. “Of Lila. Of you for being adored like that by someone so cool. But mostly of Lila.”

“Because?”

“Because I like you, too,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.

“Nice. Cool, that's great. I like that you like me, too. I like you, hey, I like us,” you cut off his rambling quickly with another small kiss and pulled away.

“So the picture?" You asked, backing away down the hall as he stood and watched you.

"Hmm?"

"The one in your desk."

"Oh," he said, scratching the back of his neck as the tips of his ears turned bright pink.

"Penelope gave me this picture from the Christmas party. It's, uh, me and you."

You smiled brightly before turning to leave, the bile of jealousy that had been consuming you turned magically to butterflies in the space of two kisses.

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steviesbicrisis · 1 year ago

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Thinking about YouTuber Steve who’s gaining a lot of popularity with his weekly vlogs. The routine is very similar: he goes to work, hangs out with friends, acts silly for the camera, cooks for his roommate, watches movies with his roommate, goes out with his roommate.

His roommate is there a lot.

His new growing fanbase doesn’t take long to divide into factions regarding Steve’s dating life and sexuality; There are ships, OTPs, people who want him single so they can date him, and a surprisingly small portion which questions his heterosexuality, which gets always shut up by the following compelling arguments:

“stop assuming he’s gay.”

“Steve doesn’t look gay. He’s just a guy, a former jock, who loves to cook and hangs out with friends. A friend more than the others, but it’s his roommate so it makes sense, right?”

“And yes, they do cuddle while watching movies, but who doesn’t love a cuddle? You don’t have to be gay for that.”

“Sure, they hold hands when they go out but the city is crowded and they might lose each other.”

“Since when two male friends can’t be close without assuming that they’re gay?”

“Have you ever seen them kiss in ten minutes of weekly vlog? No, so drop your gay agenda already.”

And Steve Harrington, who started the whole vlog thing in the first place because he wanted to update his friends who live miles away and still doesn’t know how he got this much heteronormative bullcrap in his comments, has had enough.

One day, Steve Just-A-Guy Harrington, wakes up and chooses violence.

He replies to a tiktok comment that says “stop assuming he’s gay” with another video.

It begins with Steve glaring at the camera “oh yes please, stop assuming I’m gay.”

Then there’s a quick motion and Steve is pulling a curly haired guy into frame: Eddie, his roommate/platonic friend/totally not his boyfriend of 5+ years.

Eddie yawns, looking sleepily at the camera “are you vlogging?”

“I’m proving a point” Steve replies, then kisses him. They almost get lost into it, but Steve is a man on a mission, so he pulls back and turns to the camera.

“This is Eddie, my boyfriend. Not a friend who’s a boy, you delusional homophobes, we are together, a couple, in a relationship. We haven’t been just friends for over 5 years. We live together, he isn’t just a roommate.

And even if he was just my roommate, do you think I would live with this” he squeezes Eddie’s cheeks between his fingers and zooms in to show his face up close. Eddie blinks a couple of times, but let’s Steve do whatever he wants.

“Do you seriously think that I would live with this 24/7 and stay straight? Like, are you insane?” He gives Eddie a quick smack on the lips, leaving him blushing and more confused than ever.

Usually, it’s Eddie the one getting almost feral over Steve, not the other way around.

He doesn’t complain.

“So yeah, stop assuming I’m gay. Because I’m bi, you homophobic little shits.”

The video ends with Eddie pulling Steve for more than a quick peck on the lips, and Steve throwing the phone on their couch, face down.

Somehow, under Steve’s video, there’s still someone that comments “I mean, this doesn’t mean anything. It’s just bros helping bros, right?”

Steve is too busy making out with his “bro” to read it.

#idk what is this #but Steve will not stand heteronormative bullshit #sometimes the queerness is painfully obvious and ppl still refuse to see it #and if they have to they would just assume ‘gay’ and nothing else #because all the other letters in LGBTQIA+ are silent apparently #idk what got me in this mood lmak #I’ll go work on my other queer shit now #peace #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve and eddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #bi steve harrington #sbc writes

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heartmaddie · 2 months ago

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home life with osamu miya

involves : domesticity , marriage , children, the most self indulgent thing i've written in my life.

you’re always exhausted when you come home from work, the weight of of your job clouded around your all throughout the day, that was until you’d finally be in the warmth of your home, with your two children hanging onto your legs while your husband made dinner. you would smile as you picked up the older daughter, naomi, pressing your soft lips against her cheek as she giggled.

“were you good for your dad, baby?” you ask, gently brushing out the girl’s messy brown hair as she squirmed in your arms.

“yeah mommy, we were so good” she nods confidently, eyes wide as she gestures to her little sister, who was jumping while holding onto your black skirt. you pick up the younger girl, balancing the both of them in your arms as they cling onto you tight, seeking you warmth.

“do you know what your dad is making for dinner?” you, slipping off your heels and walking towards the main area of the household.

“uhh, some sort of grilled fish thing?” naomi shrugs, laying on your chest. she was a bit more extroverted compared to the other, who would rather intertwine her small fingers in your hair while listening to her big sister talk endlessly with you and osamu.

“mm, okay. how about you and hana go play for a bit longer while i talk to dad, okay?” you ask in a maternal tone, gently putting you daughters on the ground and letting them run off to their bedroom. you walk into the kitchen, gazing at osamu’s wide shoulders before coming up to him and sliding under his arm, letting placing a soft kiss on your neck from behind.

“how was work?” he asks, thick fingers keeping a cabbage head still as he finely chopped it, “the girls are always so restless when you’re gone” he murmurs,

“mm, it was tiring” you hum, leaning against his chest as you closed your eyes, “but it’s nice to be back home” you take a deep sigh.

“isn’t your project ending up soon? so i’m sure that you’ll have some more time for rest in a couple weeks” osamu replies, kissing your head occasionally, “then naomi will start school again and hana can go to daycare and we’ll have some time to ourselves, yeah?” he smiles against your skin as he puts the cut cabbage into a small bowl.

“mhm, i have a lot of lost sleep to catch up on, but until then..” you stretch, “having a 9-5 is horrible, i wish i could stay home with you and the girls all day” osamu pulls you into his large arms, gently rubbing your lower back.

“how about you go take a bath while i make dinner, and i’ll call you when it’s ready” he offers, moving his fingers to your hair where he takes out all the pins and releases the strands from the tight grasp of your bun, he gently rubs his fingers through your scalp, “dinner will be ready in about 45 minutes, so take as long as you’d like, okay?”

“samu i kinda wanted to have a bath with you tonight” you sigh, rubbing your face against his chest. he smirks, chuckling softly,

“okay we can have a bath later then” he rolls his eyes playfully, “you’re always a bit demanding after work, hm?” he teases, pressing chaste kisses against the nape of your neck, “but still, at least change and take off your make up so it’s easier for you to relax.”

you nod, taking a couple steps towards your bedroom and closing the door behind you. you let each bone individually crack as you stretch out, reaching for your wooden hairbrush and guiding it through your knotty strands. you move to your vanity and sit on the plush, pink chair, pouring some micellar water onto a cotton pad and patting it against your face, watching as all your make up from the day melted off your face, you then take off all your work clothes and change into your soft, yellow satin pajamas which fell loose around your skin.

you spend the rest of your evening engaging in a long dinner with your children and husband, still needing to spoon feed hana occasionally as naomi excitingly recounts her day at onigiri miya, since it was the school holidays and osamu needed to take her to work now. you’d listen intently to her descriptive storytelling, osamu gently rubbing your hand from under the table as he ate his dinner quietly.

“okay, naomi, go brush your teeth and get changed for bed, you too hana” you instruct, helping osamu clean up and put all the dirty dishes away as your daughters ran off. “thank you for dinner samu.” you gently press your lips against his as he pulls you into his arms, rubbing your sides as your chests meet.

“of course love,” he presses a lasting kiss against your lips, “help me by wiping down the table?” you nod, taking the wet cloth from him and cleaning up the areas he used.

soon enough you and osamu are smushed onto naomi’s twin sized bed, with your two daughters perched between the laps as he read them a bedtime story, you listened to osamu as he read calmly, lulling the two girls to sleep with every word he enounced. you smiled softly as you watched him, hana cuddled on his lap with her eyes closed and naomi leaning on his bicep as she admired the pictures on the book, small, tranquil moments like these were your favourites.

when the two girls fell asleep, osamu carefully lifted hana and took her to her own bed, tucking her in with slow movements as to not wake up the sleeping girl as you mirrored his movements with naomi, gently kissing her forehead before flicking off the lights and walking with your husband to your en suite.

the two of you sat quietly in the bath together, osamu working his fingers as he lathered soaps into your hair as you washed your body, he knew you were exhausted, so he also spent some time kneading his calloused palms into your back with some shower milk, he was a doting and caring husband, and it was evident in the way he’d treat you and your daughters. you smiled softly as you leant against his knees, letting him take care of you as you felt your own fatigue catch up on you.

osamu smiles gently, carefully drying your wet body as he lifts you out of the bath tub, he slides on a new set of silk pajamas as he pat dries your hair so it’s only somewhat dry before taking you back to the bed where he’d lift up the covers to your neck to ensure that you’re warm. then, he’ll change into his own pajamas, drying his own hair and spreading thick creams along his skin before joining you in bed.

he cuddled close to you, shifting towards your limp body with his arms wide as he held you close to his chest, stroking your damp hair as he let you rest after a long, productive day. osamu would watch your chest rise and fall, admiring each of your unique features as staying awake for a bit longer to watch you sleep, before falling into his own deep trance.

please like, reblog or follow if you enjoyed! yung carti yung carti - not proofread whoopsies i want babies sooo bad.

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pinkslaystation · 4 months ago

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No longer a memory [Simon 'Ghost' Riley]

You are reading: [Part 2] Read [Part 1] here! Word Count: 1.4k You viewed Simon as your friend, but clearly he did feel the same.

When Ghost was asked about his emergency contact, he mentioned Soap's name.

"You can't put down another soldier, mate. Gotta be yer ma or summit." His higher-ups informed him.

"Why no'?" He grumbled, leaning against the wall in the dingy office.

"Wot if you're on a mission with 'im? Wot if he's injured too? Hm? Just do me a favour and put down yer missus, will ya."

Ghost rolled his eyes in annoyance, slamming the door shut as he walked out. With an important mission coming soon, it was vital that everything was in order before they left.

He just doesn't get it. Why does a skilled killer like him need an emergency contact? He's only been fatally injured once, and when they contacted his previous emergency number back then, was it really a big deal with someone at the nearest Maccies picked up?

Gaz frequently laughs at him, "Tried to call your mother, ordered a quarter pounder instead." It's a running joke in the team.

Ghost skims through his phone contacts, and he's embarrassed to see how few numbers he has: 5 being his teammates including Gaz, Soap and Price, one being KFC, one being his mother which he had saved under Slag. He scrolls up and down rapidly, debating to himself, should he just give them a fake number?

No...they'd find out again.

He clicks under the spam numbers.

His eyes shift to a familiar number.

It was yours.

The monotonous ticking of the clock paired with the irregular typing of the keyboards were burnt into your brain unknowingly. You've lost count of the number of days you've been in the menial job now, your first job since graduating university. How long have you been with that company, 2 years? 602 days now? You're counting the days 'til the weekend but even during that, you've got no one to come home to.

What a pathetic life.

Sometimes you wonder what Simon was doing in that exact moment was he working like you? Was he also in London? Did he...think of you, the way you think of him? It's possible he's forgotten, I mean after 5 years you've lost contact with the majority of your classmates- so much for best friends for life.

You check your phone, 9:28 P.M. 2 more minutes and you're running out of there.

By the time it hits 11 P.M., you're tucked away in bed a movie playing the background as you're aimlessly listening to reddit stories on TikTok whilst watching a minecraft speedrun.

You switch to using Instagram, by that I mean stalking. Your friends seems to be growth further away from you, one sending you an e-invite to their wedding, one welcoming their 1st child into their families, and yet you're still hung over about the last day of secondary school. The way the last time you had seen him had been in form, when he glances at you walking in late. The way his hands would purposely linger against yours when you were asked to hand out sheets to the class.

The mere thought of him jolted you. That, and the sound of your phone ringing.

It was an unknown number.

There's a hitch in your breathing. Was this a sign? What's the phrase, speak of the devil and he has appear? Was it perhaps...Simon?

You wait for a minute before picking up, not wanting to come across as desperate.

"...Hello?" You murmur.

"Hey." The voice is harsh and cold. It reminded you of Simon.

"Simon?" You whisper, a smile appearing on your face.

There's a pause on the other end of the line.

"What? No- Alan. From Accounting. You left some documents here at work, they seem important. You gonna pick 'em up?"

You blink. Once again your're stuck in another fantasy. In what world would it be Simon? The man who couldn't even reply to your texts in summer holidays. The man who wouldn't even attempt to return a full smile when you locked eyes in the corridor. The man you shouldn't have feelings for. Because, well, it's not like they were ever reciprocated.

What a pathetic life.

Alan, the dickhead from Accounting interrupts yet again. "Yo, you there? Wan' me to bin them?"

You sit up in your bed, sighing deeply uncomfortable, "Pull up your pants man, I'll be there in 30, Jesus. Just leave them on my desk."

Question. What's short but intense, most people dislike it, but you find it thrilling? One would think a conversation with Simon. But the answer is: London traffic.

You'd assume the usually busy roads to be dead and empty at 11:30 P.M. ish, but you're heavily mistaken, my friend. Seems like London nights are the life of the party. Driving past busy clubs and lit up pubs, whilst listening to One Of The Girls by The Weeknd [SUCH A GOOD SONG-] made you feel like a movie star in a coming of age film.

One where the guy gets the girl.

Of course, the majority of the drive you've being beeped at, or you're doing the beeping, but it's what really appealed to you when making the move to the heart of London. Life moves on whether you want or not, might at well be at the capital of England. Though sometimes you feel you're more likely to run into Simon in the north...

By the time you reach the entrance of your workplace, you begin regretting your outfit decisions, making eye contact with yourself in the reflection of the glass doors: A black hoodie and flared joggers. Nothing wrong in the clothing of course, but compared to the Data Analysts and Investment Bankers that are judging you right now, it makes you feel like the smallest person in the room.

Just a elevator ride up, grabbing your shit, another ride down, brisk walking to the car, and you can go back to the comfort of your bed. Easy, no?

You're in the elevator finally. The weird look from the receptionist really was the cherry on the cake.

Soon enough, the doors open again at the 9th floor, and you're met with the dark room of your department, which only had 2 of your colleagues slaving away at their desks, one which you're 99% sure is rotting away as they type on their keyboard.

You briefly nod at the two as they look up from the elevator doors opening, to which they returned.

Where's that file, where's the fucking file. You mumble to yourself, sifting through all the papers from your desk. The rotting lady looks up to you, shushing you for the noise.

Yeah, if only you had the courage to shush your toxic-ass husband...You think. Soon we'll hear your reddit story next to some trashy ass run on Subway Surfers on Tiktok...

The way down the elevator was excruciatingly slow, which was odd considering it was working perfectly fine 5 minutes ago.

The doors open again, at the 8th floor and 3 analysts walk into the once quiet elevator, and now you're face to face with the loud chatter of clients, and business meetings and...who left a mess in the men's toilets...

A phone rings again, and the analysts all search their coats, thinking it was theirs.

Not me.

Neither.

How is there service in this elavator-

Someone coughs, and you open your eyes from drowsiness, the 3 business musketeers silently urging you to pick up your from and rid them off that irritating ring tone.

Silently apologising, you bring your phone out of your hoodie pocket. It's another unknown number.

With no hesitation this time, just pure frustration and fatigue, you pick up the call, "Alan, I swear to God, if you're calling me again-"

Correction. There is service in the elevator. It just wasn't good.

The line breaks at the other person on the phone speaks.

"He- Co- It's an emergen- He- -mon Ril- -jury-"

"Huh?" You respond, partially not hearing as the line breaks every now and then. but also because the other 3 people decided it was okay to talk on full volume.

You try once again, "I'm sorry I can't hear you."

"Missi- crash- 3 dead- -husba"

You snort, you wish these 3 analysts were dead right now-

"-Rile- Come- t- -ocation- sen- -by text- -sband-"

The line goes dead, and you're stuck staring at your phone with more confusion than you had started. Husband?

What was that? Wrong number? No, they had addressed you by your full name. You couldn't hear much, but from what you gathered...an emergency? I mean, that alone you could tell from the shrill from the speaker's voice.

The elevator door opens again and this time, it's the ground floor and all 4 of you walk out. It looks like the scene where the rich, popular characters make a grand entrance, straight out of a K-drama, except one person clearly missed the memo about dressing formally.

You check your phone's call log, debating whether to call them back.

Before you can lock your phone and shove it back into your phone, it dings again, a text from the very number. They've given you a location. A quick search on your phone, shows you google images of an army training ground. You check the time. It's just past midnight.

Looks like you're going on an adventure.

The drive to the army grounds was shorter than Google Maps had said, and now you're parked on the side of the roads waiting for the gates to be opened.

Theories are racing through your head right now, who do you know that's in the military currently?

Your coworkers? No.

Your university friends? No.

Your secondary school classmates? No.

Simon? Can't be.

The gates open, and you drive to the 2 men standing by the doors to the building, one is dressed like a doctor, the other? Like Stalin.

You get out of your car worried, "Hi, someone called over the phone?"

"Aah, yes. Mrs Riley. A pleasure to meet you. I mean I didn't think you were even going to come." He turns to the doctor.

You don't fail to hear the words exchanged between the both of them.

"What if she works at Maccies as well...she's dressed like it-" he murmurs, smiling at you widely.

The doctor on the other hand, seems to be more tense about the situation, "Sir, can we just send her in already, it's 1 A.M., I got a family to go home to-"

"Wasn't your wife cheating on you though-"

"Sir- How do you know- Okay, Miss. Mrs... Riley, was it?" The doctor turns to you.

You raise an eyebrow at him, "No. Um, no. My first name's not Riley, it's-"

"Will you just follow us. Please."

The inside of the building was almost the opposite than the outside, a loud brightly lit environment with crowds of doctors and nurses rushing around, compared to the silent dark grounds.

"Sorry, where are we going exactly?" You question, as the two men walk in front of you.

"You're handling the news better than I expected, Riley." The military leader (?) notes.

What news?

"What news?"

There's no follow up answer, instead they lead you to a quiet corridor, just outside a room, to which they gesture you to open. The doctor reads from a file, "He's going to be fine, just a few cuts and bruises-"

You interrupt, "I'm sorry?"

"What he's trying to say- we found him unconscious, seems like he inhaled too much of the gas. Thought he was in grave danger. Wasn't responding to anything. Broken rib cage, but he'll be fine. He always is, this man."

The doctor agrees with the solider.

"Indeed, a few months of bed rest, and he's be back in better shape."

The two stare at you, as you look at them with an unreadable expression.

"...And...I'm here because?"

They share a confused look.

"You're his wife, no? His emergency contact? That's what Simon said at le-"

"Si-Si-Simon?"

One second you're at home, the next you're a work again, and now you're in the bathroom with your head in your hands, sitting on the toilet lid, panic pulsating through your blood. For some reason, you can't find it in yourself to tell the truth, that you're not Simon's wife, so instead you pussied out and excused yourself to the nearest bathroom.

The good thing is, the 2 men believe you're crying over Simon's injuries, the bad thing is that he's awake. And he's been made aware of the call to his emergency contact: his wife.

"Good to say you mate. Called your wife. Sensitive one, that. Rushed-"

Simon breaks out of his dazed look. "Wife?" He barks.

The doctor shares a knowingly glance to the solider, Simon's higher up. "Yes...the one under your emergency contact?"

"Wot- Oh. Er- Yeah." Simon clenches his jaw, rubbing his temple, "Did she pick up or sum-"

"No Simon, she's here. In the bathroom."

The minimal colour in Simon's pale bruised face drains out in a click, and he's staring dead straight in front of him. For a second, no one talks, there's no movement, not even a breath is exhaled. Simon's not religious but he prays the 2 can't hear his beating heart thumping rapidly.

How was do when he sees you? A smile? A wave? A 'haven't seen you in so long'? No...he selected spouse when he put your number down for his emergency contact, if anything, he's got a role to act in front of the staff and higher-ups.

There's a knock on the door that breaks the silence. The door creaks open awkwardly, and a small head peeps out.

Simon's breath hitches.

When your parents instructed you to get out fairy land, you did. You were called delusion by your friends throughout adolescence, and you're teachers feared your expectations in life were always too high.

You remember the first time your parents told you the story of how they met. In your mind it was a romantic story, two doctors meeting together for the first time in the hospital, locking eyes and blushing furiously when their fingers touched through gloved during a high-risk heart transplant surgery. So when they mentioned that it was mere 'marriage of convenience' type relationship to you, your belief of love at first sight hit the iceberg of reality and sunk. Sunk deep.

So mustering the courage shouldn't be that difficult, right? Love doesn't exist...

The first step into the hospital room felt like walking into every exam hall you've ever entered in your entire life merged into 1...times 10. Nerve-wracking was an understatement.

Your goal was to just lie and act at his wife, play pretend and hope Simon plays along with it. It's all acting.

A marriage of convenience, you could say.

"Hey, Si-"

Your breath breaks, cutting off your own words as your eyes lock with Simon's. The room seems to shrink, and the bustling noise from the hospital corridor fades into the background. Simon's gaze is intense, his usual stoic expression softening for a brief moment. It's something the doctor and the soldier haven't seen, given the 5 years of knowing SImon.

He reaches an arm out, without speaking a word.

"Oh, erm." Taking his hand, he gently drags you, motioning you to sit on the chair beside his bed. Small electric shocks course through his fingertips and into yours, a warm feeling bubbling through your chest, and you can't help but smile at the way his eyes lock onto you, as his fingers gently caress your hand.

Simon’s grip tightens ever so slightly as you sit down, his touch simultaneously reassuring and questioning. You swallow hard, nerves prickling your skin. It feels like a minute has passes by the 2 spectators in the room feel like their watching a slow-burn romance movie.

The soldier clears his throat, breaking the silence. "We’ll give you two some privacy," he says, gesturing for the doctor to follow him out. As the door clicks shut behind them, the heavy silence continues to fall over the room.

Simon’s thumb strokes the back of your hand, a gesture that feels both foreign and familiar. His mask of stoicism cracks, revealing a hint of vulnerability beneath. "I didn’t think you’d come," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. Your heart rate increases with every word he speaks, the hints of his northern accent peaking through the harshness of his voice.

You smile. "Well, here I am," you reply, attempting to sound casual despite the thundering of your heart. "Guess I couldn't ignore the call of duty." Your attempt of a pathetic joke makes him grin.

Simon interlocks his fingers with yours, and you swear your body changes to manual breathing. "SImon...You don't have to act, they're not here..." You mumble.

Simon chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. His eyes, usually so guarded, now seem to search yours for something unspoken. "I'm not acting... and...I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What for?" Both of your hands gently hold Simon's and you notice the way just one of his hands dwarf both of yours.

"That day...the last day. I tried to come, I swear, love. I was late-"

"I waited for you Simon." You blankly state. Simon freezes at the slight frustration in your voice, "I waited so long for you, hell, the teachers nearly kicked me out."

Simon nodding understandably, grinning slightly at the thought.

"I know. I asked our form tutor, missed ya by 15 minut-"

"Then why didn't you call me Simon? Hm?"

The lack of response let's you continue, the heat from your hands warming Simon's.

"I called you, I texted, I reached out to your friends-"

"-but it's difficult when I had none, right?" Simon cuts you off, his eyes urging you to look at the situation from his perspective, "The moment I saw you in that classroom on that first day, you were the only person that smiled at me. When I forgot my lunch, it was you that shared with me by your desks. Fuck, it's always been you, and I was too fucking embarrassed with myself to even be around someone as perfect as you."

Simon squeezes your hand as he continues.

"I didn't want you to be seen with me, because...you deserved better, love. You've always had. Good grades, good school, good life, didn't was you to be dragged down by a dick like me." He huffs out, turning away, "Signed up for the military that day, y'know. Remember when you said you wanted to just give up on your dreams of uni and jus' join the army. Just use all your frustrations on a gun or sumthing... I bulked up over that very summer."

You stifle a warm tear as it escapes and runs down your cheek.

"Wanted to be someone for you, swear down. So I signed up for the military...and I- that day. I was going to tell you...and ask you out."

Raising your eyebrows, you feel the atmosphere shifting, he continues.

"Yeah," Simon chuckles, reminiscing, "Wrote a letter cos I didn' know how to get my feelins across. But uh, I was too late. And when I asked your friend, and they told me you were moving out for uni...I just thought it was better to let my feelins die out. Didn't wan to drag you down any further..." He mumbles the last part.

A mix of emotions flood through you as Simon's words settle in the room. The weight of the years apart, the misunderstandings, and the unspoken feelings hang in the air. You take a deep breath, wiping away the tear that escaped earlier.

"Simon," you begin softly, your voice trembling with a blend of sadness and hope. "You never dragged me down. If anything, I felt lost without you."

Simon's gaze shifts back to you, eyes searching for any hint of resentment or anger. Instead, he finds warmth and understanding, a look he's not seen in years. "I thought you'd be better off without me. That you'd move on and find someone who could give you everything I couldn't."

"But I never wanted someone else," you confess, your voice firm despite the quiver in your heart. "I wanted you, Simon. Even when you weren't there, I kept hoping you'd come back. Do you know how many times I've looked at my phone hoping it was you that was calling me?"

Simon laughs, moving ever so slightly closer to you, his thumb continuing to stroke your hand, his touch grounding you both in the present moment. He takes a deep breath, seemingly trying to gather his thoughts.

"I'm here now," he says finally, his voice steady. "And I'll call you ever chance I get. Don't want to waste any more time."

You squeeze his hand in response, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Neither do I."

Simon presses a chaste kiss against your forehead and you lean against him.

"The name Riley really does suit you, y'know." Simon whispering into your hair.

"One step at a time, Si." You whisper back, burying your smirk into the crook of his neck.

Maybe your parents were wrong, maybe love at first sight does exist.

Outside the room, the 2 men straight in awe at the couple. The doctor sighs, "No more trouble in paradis-"

The solider nudges the doctor, "You wish that was you, huh."

me rn

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marvelwitchergilmore · 24 days ago

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Tornado Shelter

Summary: Tyler Owens x Fe!Reader -> Whilst you're staying at a motel, you meet Tyler Owens. His work just so happens to chase him.

Disclaimer: Descriptions of damage from a tornado, reader is mentioned to be a teacher though it is not fully specified which subjects. Mostly fluff. Happy ending. Not Proof Read.

Thunderstorm warnings had been coming in all week. There was gonna be another storm. Plenty of thunder, plenty of lightning, plenty of rain.

A couple people in town had been stocking up on supplies in case it turned into something that wasn’t just twenty four hours of heavy rain, with a couple minutes of thunder here and there.

Tyler and his team had stocked up, too. Both for themselves and for those who couldn’t get to a store in time.

But it was when he was sitting at the top of his truck, checking things over, when he saw you.

A little kid had come running out of his room, calling your name at the top of his lungs. Before he could even reach your door, you had flung it open in a panic and came out.

“Buddy, hey,”

His arms immediately came around your legs and he closed his eyes, tight. Practically peeling him away from you so you could crouch down, you looked at him.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Where’s your brother?”

The kid still didn’t open his eyes, hugging you again. “He went to pick up some food. He said he’d be back but I’m scared. I’m really scared.”

“Why, Buddy?”

The kid moved away for a moment and Tyler watched as you gently wiped away his tears.

“It’s the thunder.”

Tyler watched you relax a little with a relieved soft, yet sad, smile on your face. “Oh, honey.”

“They keep saying it’s going to be loud and big. The lady said it keeps growing. What if it gets to us? What if it gets to mommy before she can get back here?”

You shook your head and wiped more tears away from his face. “Buddy, it’s going to be okay. First of all, your mom is safe. She’s with your sister. She’s lived a lot longer than you, and a little longer than me. She’s seen lots of thunderstorms.”

“So she knows?”

You nodded. “She knows what to do. And you know what? Thunder can be loud but have you ever tried the counting game?”

He sniffled and shook his head. So, with a smile you explained. “We’ll do it by miles, okay. So, if we see lightning, which is like a big flash in the sky, we count the seconds until we hear thunder. So, say there is lightning now…”

You looked around for your phone but realised you’d left it in your room. But, you found there was no need. Because from over the stairs of the balcony, someone flashed a torch on and off.

For a moment, you were confused. Until you realised who it was. You’d seen him around the motel a couple of times with his team. From what one of his friends told you, they were YouTube famous.

You smiled and nodded a thank you. He returned the smile and the nod.

You looked back at the kid. “There is lightning. So, we count.”

He counted with you to ten. And just as you were about to make a thunder sound, the Lightning Guy drum rolled some tools on the top of his truck.

“Now, that was ten. To know how far away the storm is, we divide by 5. Do you know how to do that?”

He shook his head. “It’s how many 5’s you can fit into your number so…”

You counted your fingers out for one set of fives, and then another. “So, that’s two miles. And the bigger that number gets, the further away it is. I promise you, buddy, everything is going to be okay. And they can be loud and a little scary, but you’re safe.”

He seemed calmer now. “Do you promise?”

You nodded firmly. “I promise.”

“Okay.”

You hugged him again with a big bear hug until he was laughing again. It wasn’t long before his brother returned, armed with pizza and soda for them both.

“Come on, mom’ll be back soon.”

The boy smiled. “Okay. Thank you, Y/n.”

“Anytime, buddy.”

You waited until the door closed on their end before making a move to go back to your room. But then you remembered.

“Hey,”

Tyler looked up at you from his spot on his truck.

“Hey.”

He was cute. Handsome.

“I just- Thank you for the sound effects. I think it really helped him.”

Tyler smiled at you. “Happy to be of assistance. But, have to say. I don’t think it was my sound effects that helped. You’re really good with him. Is he your nephew or-”

You shook your head. “Oh, no. We…I actually met them about a week ago. Well, the kids. I know their mom from back home. It was just a coincidence we met here.”

“Why are you here? If you don’t mind me asking.”

You shrugged. “There’s a conference in town over. I couldn’t get a room there, so I’m here for the time being. What about you? Something tells me you don’t carry all this gear for the hell of it.”

Tyler smiled up at you. “No, uh, we…we’re Tornado Wranglers.”

You raised your eyebrows a little in surprise. “Tornado Wranglers?”

“Yeah,” Tyler could feel himself going a little red. Not at the embarrassment of the name but from how your smile was making his stomach do flips. So he looked away for a moment, trying his best to calm himself. “Basically we chase Tornados, gather data, and other science-y stuff. But we also take requests.”

“Requests?”

He shrugged, “Yeah. Like, can you shoot a firework up a Tornado?”

“Can you?”

He nodded, if a little proudly. “You can.”

“And you do this…how?”

“By driving into the Tornado.”

You were shocked. “Into the tornado?”

He nodded again. “Into the tornado.”

“I kinda figured anyone who did that would…well…”

“End up dead? Yeah. But, we’re safe about it. We have harnesses inside. I’ve modified the truck to withstand a Tornado.”

You looked a little further over the balcony edge. “So that’s what the drills are for.”

Tyler confirmed your statement. “It keeps the truck and us in place as the Tornado goes through us.”

“Wow.” You clasped your hands together but that was when you finally saw your watch in the light. “Oh crap.”

“Is everything okay?”

“What? Oh, yeah. It’s just…I better get to bed. I’ve got to get up at 5 tomorrow. I’ve got a meeting at 7.”

“Little early for a meeting, don’t you think?”

You groaned. “You’re telling me. Trust me, none of us are happy about it. But it’s the only time we can get the biggest room to fit everyone inside. I better,” you hitched your thumb over your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’ll let you go.”

“It was nice to meet you…”

“Tyler.”

You smiled. “Tyler.”

“Goodnight…” Tyler searched for your name even though he already knew it.

“Y/n.”

He smiled back. “Y/n.”

“Goodnight.”

Once Tyler had heard your door close, he took a moment to remember everything that had just happened. There was a chance he’d never see you again, especially since he and his crew were just passing through town til they could find their next chase. But he hoped he would.

Hours later, you were fast asleep, having drifted off replaying the conversation you had with Tyler over and over again in your head.

His voice. His smile. His eyes.

Except, your alarm went off.

Groaning, you placed your arm out and eventually found it in the dark. You pressed the home button.

The alarm didn’t stop.

Flipping it around, the light hurt your eyes. But you read the time.

It was nowhere near five am.

Then the lights from outside got brighter. And in the space of thirty seconds, you realised what was going on, grabbed your jacket, swapped your bed shorts for actual shorts, pulled on your shoes and flung open the door.

Everyone in the motel was exiting their rooms, most still in their pyjamas. But at the bottom, the Tornado Wranglers were running around doing…something.

Then you heard Tyler and the Motel owner.

“Everybody, follow me! We have a shelter round the back!”

“Hey!” Tyler was louder. “Everybody follow Finley! They’ll take you to the shelter!”

Then Tyler ran towards the stairs, taking two at a time and started banging on room doors. And you did the same.

People started running in the direction of the shelter, and following the last of the people, you rushed down the stairs before hearing Tyler call your name.

The wind was really starting to pick up.

“I think that’s everyone!”

“Come on! We don’t have much time!”

Taking your hand in his, you both bolted towards the storm shelter. His team visibly and verbally relaxed once they saw him and ran towards him whilst you heard a small voice shout for you and you found your neighbours towards the back of the shelter.

“Are you okay?” Hallie, their mom, asked you.

You nodded, out of breath. “I’m fine. Is everyone here?”

“Everyone’s here. Everyone’s okay.”

“Good. Tyler?”

You made your way back to him. “Did you know this was-”

“No.” Him and his team were baffled. “We didn’t. There were no reports.”

“Well, you did have a feeling.” Lily, the girl you’d met a few days ago in the main entrance of the motel, said.

“Feeling?”

“Oh, yeah, he has like this sixth sense for Tornados.”

Tyler shook his head. “I had a feeling but I checked every report. This was meant to be a…loud thunderstorm with heavy hail in places. Not a tornado.”

“So, what do we do?”

“Just…got to wait it out. Hope people get to a shelter in time.”

Everything outside just grew louder.

“It’s nearly on top of us.”

The lights inside the shelter cut out and people screamed. By the time the owner had pressed all of the emergency lights on, everyone was low on the ground, holding onto some piece of the shelter, or each other, for dear life.

“Y/n!”

You managed to crouch in time before the familiar pair of arms secured themselves around your legs.

“It’s okay. Hallie, I’ve got him.”

She looked at you and nodded.

“Hey, buddy. Stay close, okay.” He nodded and hugged himself back into you and you secured your arms around his little body. He was shaking.

“It’s going to be okay, buddy.”

“I’m really scared.”

“I know you are. But I promise, we’re safe here.”

He just nodded into your shoulder. The tornado was fully on top of everyone now and almost instantly, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap across your back and your front as you hid the kid’s head in your shoulder.

“It’ll pass over us.” Tyler’s voice said by your ear. “It’s going to be okay.”

Keeping your arm across the boy’s back, your head reached out and found Tyler’s. And you both held on. Tight.

You didn’t know how long had passed, but eventually the noise became…less. But a storm quickly followed it.

“It’s safer if we stay down here for now. Until the storm passes at least.”

You nodded and everyone got more comfortable. The other Wranglers made their way around everyone, asking if people were okay or needed help. Tyler stayed with you and Buddy.

Buddy was slowly relaxing in your arms, the constant brushing of his hair with your fingers sending him to sleep as you softly rocked him.

“How do these things even happen?”

Tyler took a deep breath and…took the time to explain. Everything. From the air pressure, the building of the funnel, the speeds it can get up to and…how they’re measured.

“But they’re not measured on any of that. They’re measured on damage. How much it can destroy.”

“And you do this for a living? Doesn’t it scare you?”

Tyler was honest. “Sometimes. But, you don’t just face your fears. You ride them.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Somehow, in all of the fear and worry and panic of uncertainty…Tyler made you smile.

“You should put that on a t-shirt.”

Tyler let out a small laugh. “Yeah, maybe.”

“But it is a good outlook to have.” You said. “But you said sometimes. So what scares you?”

Tyler looked around. “This. I do it for a living. I drive into tornadoes. But everyone, other than my team? They don’t. It scares me for them. Most people here have families, jobs, and lives. Things that exist outside of tornado weather. They don’t sign up for this. But…that’s kinda why we do it. By gathering the data, we can help predict weather patterns and give early warnings to towns and people before everything is destroyed.”

You were in awe of him.

Not only handsome, brave, and smart. But kind, caring and sensitive.

There weren't many men you’d met in your life who were like that. Come to think of it, no man was like Tyler.

There was just…something about him.

You didn’t know how long had passed after things fell into a comfortable silence between you and Tyler. You just knew you fell asleep because you woke up to Tyler shaking you gently.

Your head was on his shoulder.

“Hey, I think the storm’s passed.”

You lifted yourself from the warmth of his shoulder. “Okay.”

You looked down to find Buddy still fast asleep in your arms, before looking over to see Hallie taking a nap against the wall in the corner whilst her children remained on her.

Looking over, you watched Tyler get up and walk towards the doors with Lily and Boone. It took some pushing, but the door finally opened and the light of the day flooded in. You could already smell the last wave of rain in the air.

Everyone else who had fallen asleep during the storm had woken up and made their way outside with the others. Buddy’s brother came over to you and lifted his brother from you to let you finally stand.

“It’s okay, I’ve got him.”

You nodded with a smile and placed one final kiss on the back of his head before picking your jacket back up from the floor and putting it on.

Outside, you saw the damage.

Sections of the roof on the motel had been torn off, as well as a section of the wall on the very end. Plenty of debris was scattered around the place. Most cars had been spun in different directions and places. A couple of trees had been uprooted and dropped away from their home in the ground. The glass from the motel door had been shattered so the contents inside had either been picked up inside the wind or simply thrown around the office with the desk. A couple of windows were broken on some of the rooms and a couple of doors had been busted open or simply torn from its hinges and landed broken a couple of feet away from the shelter.

Eventually an ambulance or two found its way to the motel grounds and started checking people over in case they’d been caught in the tornado or storm but mostly everyone was okay. Physically, at least.

The next couple of hours were spent cleaning up the place and handing out water and other supplies before the Wrangler’s split up to head into town.

“Can I come with you? I want to help.”

Tyler looked you over. “Are you sure you’re okay-”

“Tyler, I’m fine. There’s nothing I can do here, anyway.”

With a nod, he opened up the passenger door and let you in.

“Aww, come on, man.”

“Guests ride shotgun.” Tyler smirked.

Twenty minutes later, Tyler pulled into a smaller suburban area. From a motel closer to them, there had been a couple of injuries sustained, so you helped.

Lifting wooden panels, finding cats and dogs, calming down scared children who couldn’t find their parents. Handing out food, water and t-shirts. Directing people towards the first aid tents that had been set up just a little further down the road.

By the time the sun was starting to set, everyone made their way back to the motel. The minute you stepped out of the truck, Tyler met you on your side. Both of you took in the view. Most things had been cleaned up. Some people had packed up and headed home. Hallie was in the middle of doing so when Buddy called your name and ran over.

“We’re gonna head back home. With his sister’s games being cancelled and just…everything.”

“No, it’s okay. I get it. Do you need some help?”

Hallie shook her head. “It’s just one more bag and bathroom break before we hit the road. But please. Please call me. And you should come and visit us back home.”

“I’d like that.” You smiled.

Hallie hugged you tightly before hugging Tyler, which took him a little by surprise.

“My son hasn’t stopped talking about you since you left. He just thinks you’re the coolest person in the world right now. My eldest, he found a video of yours for him to watch after you guys left. How you explained, literally, everything that happened…just…thank you. It really helped him.”

Tyler shrugged a little. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s why we make the videos and do what we do.”

Hallie let out a small laugh. “I’ll never know how you do it, running into tornados and things but, thank you anyway. And thank you, Y/n. He told me about the counting game for storms. You’ve both helped him so much. Just…thank you.”

Ten minutes later, you were waving Hallie and her kids goodbye as she turned away from the motel and headed for the highway.

By the time the sun had set, the only people left were either making arrangements for going home as soon as they could or were sitting with the rest of the Wranglers with crappy coffee and pizza.

“So, was that your first tornado?”

You shook your head. “No, we’ve had a couple back home. Just…never been that instant. Hell, I thought the siren was my alarm going off.”

After a couple hours of chatting, most people headed out or to bed. Until it was just you and Tyler.

“How are you? After today?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Tired. Also, I’m sorry I fell asleep on you, back in the shelter.”

Tyler shook his head. “That’s okay. If I’m being honest, I fell asleep, too.”

You let a short silence wash over both of you for a moment as you tried your best to commit him to memory. The way he spoke, the way he smiled. The way he looked at you.

“So where will you go next?”

“Dexter and Lily have a couple places picked out for us, so we’ll pick one in the morning and head there. What about you?”

“Home,” you answered. “There’s work still waiting for me there.”

“What is it that you do, exactly?”

“I’m a teacher.”

“What’d you teach?”

“A couple of different classes.” You went on to explain to him what you taught and gave a couple of stories about your classes in the meantime.

And by the time morning rolled around, he asked for your number.

And when Fall Semester rolled around, you were greeted outside your building by your own Cowboy Hat wearing, Tornado Wrangler; who stood by the passenger door of his truck, his gaze fixed on you as he watched you go from concentrating on the papers in your hands to searching and finding him waiting for you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d surprise you.”

Quickly, you kissed him before looking him over. Even if you knew he was safe and he called you after every Tornado he drove into (even if you’d been watching his live stream) you still wanted to make sure he was okay.

“And I thought we could grab some dinner on the way back.”

“I’d love that.”

Opening your door for you, he closed it. But before he walked away, he kissed you once more through the window.

#tyler owens #tyler owens x reader #tyler owens x you #tyler owens fanfiction #twisters #glen powell #twisters 2024 #Tyler and Kate and still my otp #I just really wanted to write something for him #cowboys #tornando wrangler #tornado wranglers #twister #tyler owens x fe!reader #fluff #falling in love

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sweetfwr · 3 days ago

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SKOOL LUV AFFAIR ˒˒ yjw

it’s your junior year, and all you want is to survive the rest of your high school life away from the prying eyes of others. however it seems the universe has other, more absurd plans, like a secret love affair with the student council president.

genre) FLUFF, high school au, secret relationship, kinda based off a true story..

pairing) student council president!jungwon x newspaper club president!reader

wc) 1.3k

now playing) intro (end of the world) - ariana grande

“she seems sadder, doesn’t she?” a girl you hardly know outside of being a classmate and (barely) an acquaintance murmurs pitifully, and a second, taller girl nods vigorously.

“i would be too if i lost lee heeseung.”

you? sadder? you frown in deep thought. you had forgotten to put on concealer after pulling off an all-nighter and practically flew out of the house once you realized you slept through your alarm, but that was about it.

after all, what reason did you have to be sad? in your humble opinion ranking number 5 out of 452 students and recently being named the head of the school newspaper were hardly mundane things. besides, there’s also j—

“there’s no way they’re getting back together, right?? he’s with someone new, for god’s sake!”

“aren’t you updated?” the taller one gasps, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards when her friend shakes her head no. “they just broke up! heeseung told one of the guys on the football team and the news spread everywhere.”

now that’s something you didn’t know.

“oh my god, he’s single now?”

“he’s been single. my friend’s boyfriend’s cousin is in his class. want me to set you up?”

you think you’d rather go down a waterslide lined with razor blades and land into a pool of alcohol than continue on listening to this nonsense, so you pack up your books, turn up the music in your earbuds, and quietly leave the writing club’s room completely undetected by the other two occupants. you dive into the warm, crowded halls adorned with sunspots and ethereal views of the after-school sunset.

needless gossip is something you can definitely tolerate. when your ex is the school’s poster boy for popular kids, you’ve accepted the irrelevant whispers that have surrounded you since your sudden breakup one full year ago, because kids your age make mistakes, and a little positivity goes a long way!

but as you walk through the halls and slowly come to a stop at the sight of a chattering crowd and lee heeseung making his way through it, frantic gaze looking left and right as if he were looking for someone as he holds a absurdly large bouquet of flowers in his right hand, a pit forms in your stomach for what’s to come.

you take one huge step back in preparation to sprint away, but it’s too late when heeseung’s eyes land on you and he goes completely still.

the crowd-goers around him follow suit in an almost comedic fashion, and some even cock their heads and murmur to each other in confusion when they collectively realise who the bouquet is for.

your ex-boyfriend grips the bouquet a little harder and gulps visibly, before making his way to you in slow steps. his friends, a few of which you can name from the back of your head as jay, sunghoon, and jake follow suit and arrange themselves in a line behind him with illustration board signs that bear horribly written lettering. to your absolute horror, it says:

WILL U B MY GF? (again) in bold with a winky ;) face at the end.

needless gossip, you can handle. public confessions from your ex on the other hand, is something that was completely unfathomable to you only 30 minutes ago. who even does public confessions anymore? especially in school. it’s hot, sweaty, and just so… public. you never know who’s watching, either! including… fuck.

in an internal frenzy, your eyes start darting between the numerous people in the crowd until they land on the yang jungwon’s, student council president, eyebrows furrowed and a hand in his pocket while the other was situated in a deadly grip on one of his backpack straps at the commotion.

“hey,” one guy whispers to his friend, eyes nervously shifting between heeseung and jungwon. “he shouldn’t be doing this infront of the student council president, man. he hates racket in the halls.”

slowly, all the color drains from your face and you’re prompted to leave, immediately, even when heeseung gets on one knee and begins loudly proclaiming his love for you. to his and everyone else’s shock, you rush past him and push through the crowds until you’re out of the building gates and into the open air.

at this point the orange swirls in the skies fade to a dark blue and thunder clouds begin to form above, but you’re too irritated to care. who cares about positivity?! your ex has just started weeks worth of rumours about the two of you when you’ve been trying to fight them off for a full 12 months! you think your uniform might be getting soaked, but a fog clouds your mind and you can’t think straight despite the fact that you’re getting poured on by heaps and heaps of heavy rain.

that is, until an umbrella is quietly held over your head, and you know in your heart exactly who the owner is.

you continue walking, albeit at a slower pace, and he follows behind you wordlessly.

“i can’t believe him, won.” you let yourself complain, for the first time in a long while. “he cheats on me, then he lets everyone and their mom in the halls know hes wants me again? talk about guts, right?” you scoff.

“totally.” despite not being able to see him, you hear his smile, and you know it’s not because he finds your complaining silly. rather, he’s just happy to be around you outside of the constraints of prying eyes at school, even if it is while he trails behind you, holding an umbrella over your head under the pouring rain as you curse and release your frustrations to your heart’s content.

in fact, he genuinely can’t think of a better way to think of your six month anniversary, in what in his eyes, is a romantic moment under the rain in the middle of an empty street with his girlfriend.

“he was so cheesy about it too!” you groan, hands reaching up to comically pull at your hair in frustration. at this point, you’ve come down from your hysteria enough that you allow yourself to briefly glance back at jungwon every once in a while. “the signs, seriously? you should’ve seen what they said hon, they—“ you stop in your tracks and take a good look at your boyfriend.

at your abrupt pause and gaping stare, he only cocks his head curiously. “what? keep going.”

“won, you’re soaked.” you murmur sadly, only having realized now that your boyfriend, your real boyfriend wordlessly held an umbrella over your head to let you shout profanities in peace despite getting soaked himself.

he scoffs playfully at your sensitivity. “i can change when i get home, don’t be dramatic.”

completely going against his words, a wide, genuine smile graces your features, all of your previous anger fading away at the sight of your man. “jungwon, you big softy! did that go on for long? how have you been? did you have a good day at school?”

“would’ve been better if i got to see you,” he hummed, playing it cool despite the fact he was soaked in rain water from head to toe. “even if it was just from afar.”

“you were jealous, weren’t you?”

“…i wasn’t.”

you coo at him fondly, and at this he only smiles and looks away bashfully. your boyfriend, the student council president and the one who ranked number 1 out of that 452. the boy who decided to convey his feelings to you over a handwritten letter 6 months to this day and the one who called the shots to keep your relationship secret, for your sake, because he knew that that was what you wanted.

you started off as only co-workers as the editor-in-chief of the school paper and the student council president, but you can’t thank the universe enough for letting you know the beautiful human being that is your boyfriend anyway. at this thought, you grab the umbrella from his hands and toss it away before entrapping him in a bone-crushing hug.

“let’s go home.” you murmur quietly into his neck, “i can lend you clothes.”

he hums in response, more focused on the way your arms wrap around him and give him warmth as he returns the gesture. “that sounds nice.”

“happy monthsary?” “happy monthsary.”

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yuri-is-online · 6 months ago

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Jade falling in love for the first time and being an absolute loser simp about it.

Yuu lives in his head and fantasies rent free; he can't get enough of them. He wrote about them in his diary (one with a lock on it because floyd likes to snoop). He needs them so bad. It's like that one meme where the girl is like "I need him in a way that's concerning to feminism". He's so desperate someone help him.

Bro has innocent little fantasies of them together, like Yuu waking up beside him and peppering his face in sweet little kisses while he tries to hold them closer and convince them to stay in bed for 5 more minutes (it never really does just end up being 5 minutes though), and then his thoughts just take a sharp turn and what was a sweet little daydream has turned into thoughts of him softly and sleepily fucking Yuu into his mattress. He didn't get to go back to sleep but he's not complaining about it if this is the cost he's paying. The world us cold and hard but you're soft and warm and if fantasies are the closest he's getting to that peace then so be it

He is one jealous eel (he is in deep denial about this but us slowly starting to realize just how far deep into this he us and he really doesn't want to acknowledge that), and he get the most jealous over the most innocent shit too. One day he sees Yuu and Epel talking in a language he doesn't recognize and he's like ???, and it turns out it's their native language but it doesn't exist here so he can't learn it dammit. He sees them struggling to do something and look around the library for help, skipping right over him and asking Ace ir Deuce for help. They've even picked Leona for help before him! Seriously he is RIGHT HERE! what can any of them do for Yuu that he can't?!

Jade has to be careful with his merform around them. Partially because everytime Yuu walks into the room his body suddenly decides to cosplay a laser rave, but also because he's been overthinking shit recently. Yuu is a human, painfully so. They're expecting a human courtship and a human marriage and a human family and a human life and. He can't give that to them. Not unless he stays on land forever, which he might be able to do, but realistically he wouldn't want to. So that leaves Yuu coming to the coral sea where it's cold and dark and he just can't see Yuu doing something like that (he's wrong you've wanted to be a mermaid ever since your cousin made you watch H2O when you were like 7), so now he just trys to be as human as possible around you so he doesn't scare you off.

Also there's the fact that every time spring transitions into summer and he's stuck in his merfirm for the next week and a half and now you really can't see him like this because if he sees you then you're going to be dragged into the water so fast with an 12 foot long eel wrapped around you while he desperately tries to stop himself from being too desperate and start rutting against you and- Oh great seven he's so sorry-

Oh, you like that? Your bringing his face to your neck and fuck you smell so nice and he's biting down and tearing your clothes apart with his claws before he knows what's going on and your legs are wrapping around his tail and-

... Grotto. Where's the grotto he had picked out? He was just in it where is it?

Jade asks you for art supplies in one of his birthday lines so he can draw while he hikes. His "diary" is something Floyd took an interest in once upon a time until he saw it full of mushrooms, rocks, and mountains. Jade still puts a lock on it because he finds it funny looking, but there's more than just mushrooms in there now. Need he's not merely in love he's in need of you and it's affecting his ability to function.

If he wakes up alone in his dreams he will find you in the kitchen, trying to hurry up and make your tea so you can so you can surprise him for once. It never works as he's able to trap you against the counter and breathe down your neck, winding himself around you as you laugh the pure music that he thinks your laugh would sound like as he presses into you so you can feel how much he wanted to to be next to you this morning. How troublesome that he had to go find you and draw out his suffering, not to fret. He loves you so, there's no reason to worry that he won't be gentle with how he lowers you down onto the counter, he'll still prepare you softly but he won't be slow in how he takes you-

He's slow to return to wakefulness, he doesn't mind the cold because it makes him feel at home but he does not like being alone. Loving you is a lot like losing you because he becomes so aware of how he is alone. Jade sees himself as a good person to ask for help, he does not think he is wrong in his benevolence but perhaps that's exactly the problem. Perhaps you know what trifling thing he is working towards obtaining and find him unworthy, Epel can speak to you in ways he can't (to ask you to teach him your speech is an option of course but he knows it's too intimate a thing to ask of you now), those fools found you first and treasured you when he made the awful, idiotic mistake of thinking you boring so of course you would see him in the same way. Of course you would feel safer asking things of Leona, he's the one who saved you while Jade was helping Azul drown you and it's not like he did much to make you see him when you stumbled into the Lounge running away from Jamil. You asked Leona for help, you came to them by accident, and Floyd was the one who got to carry you. Something he definitely didn't make fun of him of him for being jealous about. "Ya got to wake your mate up and see what they looked like sleepin' wasn't that nice?" Oh how he hard he wanted to punch his brother for that. So he did. It made him feel much better.

It takes time but he manages to weave his way into your orbit. He gets to see more of you, and he feels conflicted. The octotrio has gotten to see a lot of humanity, and they feel like they have enough of a grasp on them to conduct their business. That's something that certainly contributed to his thinking of you as boring of course but well. The more he sees of you now the more he realizes how little he really knows about humanity and the surface, he might not see the appeal of the surface world but he sees the appeal of you. Still he knows he wouldn't be happy if he stayed on it forever, how could he possibly ask the same of you? There's barely any sunlight under the water and humans need that to survive... he's done his research on corners of the internet he would have just laughed at before he fell for you and he knows what they say. That humans and merfolk only seldom stay together in the way that he wants, that they find his sort of merfolk to be terrifying. It can't help that he was your enemy at first can it...

I sort of like the idea that Yuu's interest in the less than human looking boys would be considered weird. The concept of a monsterfucker isn't foreign exactly but a monster-marry-and-raise-a-family-er is. There is a difference between a relationship and a sexual fantasy and Yuu sees no reason they can't have both, to the chagrin of damn near everyone around them. So it makes you sad to see him hide himself away from you and wonder why he hates his own beauty so much. He keeps his teeth from you, tries to hide his merform too and you just don't understand why. His bioluminescence takes your breath away and fills you with such soft stirrings of attraction you cry into your pillows and write 10 more pages about how desperately you want to drown yourself for just one chance with him! But he's running away from you and now Azul tells you he's going to be out of commission for a solid week with a sigh that you know is theatrical but still worries you. So you confront Jade about it and he seems almost sick, unable to control his transformation as he displays for you winding around the bubble that keeps you breathing outside of Octavinelle's dorm. The lights take your breath away long before he breeches the bubble to press up against you and moans somewhere deep into his throat letting his instincts guide him for just a few blissful seconds before he flops back with a stammer because oh no, not like this never like this please forgive him and run back to-

He's not expecting to be pulled back, you look as hungry as he feels as you guide him to your neck and whine something about how you need him when he's the one supposed to be saying that and scream in radiant joy when he bites. You are trying to wrap around him, to grind into him, babbling in frustration trying to scratch at his shoulders for a grip so you can wind your legs tighter around him-

He pushes the bubble away from the entrance and steers it haphazardly back, there's a place for this. Safe, secluded, and warm he made sure to pick one where a bit of sunlight could still reach the sandy floors and fuel you as he finally takes what you were always willing to give. Slowly and softly until he has you relaxed into his trap and then oh so gently for all the time after.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech x yuu #twst smut #suggestive

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astuteology · 7 months ago

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♤Another astrological observations♤

Ps: i am still learning and astrology is a forever learning subject. It may or may not be relatable. :)

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•° solar return observations °•

Solar return 7th house- the sign in your 7th house of your solar return will probably be the one to backbitch/backstab you👀. For eg- having Sagittarius descendant, people with sag sun or prominent sag placements are likely going to do you very wrong. 😊🪰

SR Uranus in 1st- an apparent change in the appearance of the individual. Dying their hair, a haircut, change in the makeup looks, joining the gym, having skincare routine, etc.🦄😋

SR Jupiter in the 12th- spiritual enlightenment🧞‍♂️. Could be the time youre very sensitive to the energies of the people. Seeing spirits frequently👻. (Hack- wear black tourmaline for the shield against negative energies). This is the time when everything will be clear to you, the intentions of the people, their traits, their habits, their trauma🤠 (your's aswell).👽

SR moon in the 6th- sensitive to other people's words, their criticism, etc. Take care of your health at this time please. Eating disorder. Very moody. Might eat spicy food alot. 🥲

SR neptune in the 11th- the friends, peers, acquaintances you have, you'll be getting to know about them more clearly👀 in negative way ofcourse, Alot of deceiving, lying, manipulation, taking behind your back, cheating, blah blah blah.😗🪓🩸

SR Saturn in the 11th- yes you ARE GOING TO LOSE FRIENDS, even the closest friend you have🙃. I honestly LOVE Saturn whatever house it's in because it fucking slaps you so hard that you begin to see everyfuckingthing very clearly🤪😶‍🌫️. Its going to be hard for you but dont worry youre better of with little to no friends than lying poopies.💩💝

SR venus in the 1st- you're going to be every 2nd person's crush, like literally fr. You're guna appear more ethereal and soft to the other person, maybe innocent too which will make the other person wAnT tO pRoTeCt YoU aT aLL cOsT🥺 because to them you're vulnerable to the world😐😐😐😐.

SR mars in the 3rd- alot of fights with your siblings/ cousins/ childhood friends. Way of communication may be direct, more straight forward, could even be a little cruel ehe🤭. Probably guna put people in their fucking place. Humbling down people alot.💅

SR aquarius ascendant- very detached from the emotions. Its like giving yourself 5 minutes to feel everything then after that, stop feeling completely until the next year. ORRR.... you could be in your feelings for the 1st or last 6 months then the rest of the year? Nonchalant🧘(could be opposite).Your mood for the year: 'eehh'😐 'Okhay'😐 'Yeah'😐 'Mhm'😐 'No'😐 'Don't'😐 'Shut up'😐 'Can you leave me alone'😐 'Youre so annoying'😐 'Can you stop'😐 'Omg youre a fucking fe/male'😐. Might be the year you'll question your sexuality.

SR lilith in the 4th- watch your closest ones/ own family turn against you just cuz you stood up against their negativity and manipulation. Oof!! 😍😍😍THE BEST YEAR EVERRR!!!🥳🤯💋 Sarcasm intented. Theyre going to spread false rumors about you. Play victim card in the situations they create. Its like creating a problem for you to solve.🧍🏻‍♀️🧍‍♂️🗣

SR venus in the 5th- will attract ALOT of love interests👀🔥🧲 but since its a 5th house, it wont be long lasting. For girls: this placement can make guys crazily obsessed with you for monthsss beware as they can note down your every move (3 of my friends had this and the guys ended up following them home, it was scary). For guys: this can make girls want to be with you just bcz everyone wants you, youre the center of everyone's attention (cheating could be involved too👀)

SR Sun/mars/pluto in the 6th- take care of your health because; sun: can make you vulnerable to the evil eyes which could lead you to falling sick frequently🪰🧿. Mars: your anger, impulsiveness, all the othet martian feelings, can make you sick as well, so beware of your surroundings and your mental health🎭. Pluto: the jealousy with this can turn physical real quick✂️. And all three: JUST. TAKE. CARE. 😀 🫠

SR moon in the 7th- sweeeeettttt cravings will ⬆️⬆️. Feeling very joyful for no reason🌞. Feeling 'Butterfly in the stomach' frequently🦋. Lovesick🐕‍🦺.

SR mercury in the 5th- you could hear from a friend that a lot of "certain someone's" like you😊. Love to talk about your interests and hobbies. Involvement in frequent get-togethers, random friends meet💁🏻‍♀️.

SR saturn in the 8th- might deal with your own fears. Could be a triggering year for you🧘.

SR nn in the 9th/12th- frequent travels🗺. Might overthink alot about the world and the life (a lot of what's, why's, who's, how's, etc).

Wherever SR Jupiter is, you're expanding that. Like for eg- 5th house: your interests, might pursue your hobbies, or if you already are, lets say an artist, youll expand your art, the type of drawings you make. 2nd house: your business. Money. Self esteem. Confidence. 11th house: your friend circle, electronics, etc.

SR saturn/neptune in the 8th- out of nowhere setbacks, betrayal, cheating, etc are possible. BUT you WILL receive a news about CERTAIN SOMEONE which will make you question them🤫. Or youll get to know some f-ed up family secrets😗.

SR Scorpio ascendant- watch people getting intimated💁🏻‍♀️. You're guna hear rumorssss about youuu👀🤫. Random guys/girls approaching you with the intention of "hUmBLiNg YoU dOwN" 🗣💩 (ykwim).

SR venus in the 7th- randomly, out of nowhere, falling for someone veryyyy haaarrrdd🕳🚶🏻‍♀️.This usually happens within 3-5 months after your birthday.

Whereas... 😗

SR neptune/saturn in the 7th- showing you why you shouldn't have😊. (If i were you i wouldn't give them a 2nd chance, many people don't deserve it🧘. Pay attention if its their "traits" or "company" either way, you shouldn't forgive them because "traits" are self explanatory, they wont ever change, and if its the "company" affecting them then its guna be tiring for you and trust me you wouldn't want a person who is gullible🧍🏻‍♀️).

SR Uranus anywhere- sudden. Anything sudden. For the better or the worse🎭. Out of nowhere. Unexpected👀. The ex you didn't see? Here s/he comes💩. Job offer🌞. Oldest friend contacting you🏌‍♂️.realization about career path. Your personality, your looks. Family dynamics. Home, etc.

SR lilith/neptune in the 1st/5th/7th/8th/10th/11th- people be copying youuuu i seeee👀. Your secret enemies wanting to be you👀. Copying your style, outfit, skincare. Haircare, haircut, your hobbies, even your career path🤾‍♀️. Amd they'll still have the audacity to TELL YOU how you should be doing *insert what you're good at* 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍‍♂️like?????. Jealousy runs deeeppp 😶‍🌫️.

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Thank you for reading :) <3

#astrology observations #astro notes #astro community #astro placements #astrology placements #solar return #solar return observations #astrology notes

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lynnimini · 3 months ago

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₊⊹ 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ₊⊹

description: fluff ⋆ headcanons ⋆ cute

⋆ in which the members of boynextdoor do whatever it takes to get the attention of their lover.

words: 730

pairings: bnd x gn!reader

warnings: N/A

p. sungho

- he probably gets bored of just sitting across the room from you and stares at you every now and then

- you're just laying there doing whatever you've been doing on the phone for the past hour while sungho gets antsy and wants to spend time with you :(

- he would clear his throat and you'd look at him the first time, not understanding what he wants

- but when he does it 5 times you put your phone down and hold your arms out to summon him over

- he comes casually walking over as if he hasn't been indirectly begging for attention for the past 20 minutes

- he'll get shy and just lay his head on your lap so he can rest while you play with his hair and talk about your day

l. riwoo

- you've been doing so much housework while riwoo's been out on schedules that he feels guilty it's left to you and just wants to cling to you 24/7

- you'll be in the middle of doing dishes when he comes over and gives you a little hug

- "i'll help you so we can watch tv together quicker okay?"

- of course you agree. how could you not when all he wants to do is help to spend time with you?

- he splashes you with soapy water while you two laugh and try not to break any dishes

- he successfully distracts you and keeps putting dishes on his side of the sink so you have way way less

- once you're finally done he carries you to the couch and cuddles into you, putting on your favorite tv series and watching with you

m. jaehyun

- jaehyun always claims he's not like a puppy but never gives you any reason to think otherwise...

- he's the complete opposite of sungho

- will 100% come sit next to you and knock anything out of your hands (or carefully put your breakable/spillable things down for you) while laying all over you

- if you call him a puppy while he's doing all this he will most definitely get off you and pout on the other side of the room

- he would come right back in five minutes, still pouting, but he couldn't stand being away from you longer than he already has

h. taesan

- taesan would be more likely to make YOU go over to HIM

- he never wants to admit that he wants to cuddle or spend time with you

- instead, taesan will be walking into the room trying to silently seduce you by subtly flexing his biceps and fixing his hair

- meanwhile you're just thinking about how hot taesan looks because just look at him???

- he's so good at winning you over and pulling you straight to him that you've never even noticed his little tricks

- without fail, you always walk over to give him a kiss and he smiles all happy knowing his plan worked

k. leehan

- leehan's very blunt and not afraid to voice what he wants

- it'll literally just be a quick "come here so i can show you something" or "lemme sit with you" and that's that

- sometimes you refuse or purposely take really long to go over to him

- "okayokay, after i finish this", "make me move over then"

- however, be warned that if you tease leehan he'll keep it in the back of his mind until he gets a chance to tease back

- he'll pretend to be asleep if you want him to come to you, but he knows you'll end up coming over to him instead and laying on top of him, so it's still a win for both

k. woonhak

- woonhak is a gamble between shy and blunt

- sometimes he's in the type of mood where he'll just cozy up to you and lay his head on your shoulder to watch you do whatever

- other times he'll not so subtly look at you every now and then and wonder if he should go over to you or not

- you always notice his little glances and send him a text telling him to come over so you can show him an edit of him you found

- woonhak's ego always sends him flying straight over to see how amazingly handsome onedoor has made him look, forgetting all about his shyness while he playfully shoves you upon seeing a goofy edit of the way he falls over when being struck by an imaginary arrow

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lovers-rck · 10 months ago

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little drabble about ellie and reader as the lady and the tramp (we all know who is the tramp)

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"c'mon" ellie says, a greasy fry resting between her lips "get the fry"

you frown your eyebrows, but direct your hand towards ellie's lips anyways. she moves before you could grab the fry in her mouth "not like that"

"with your mouth" she continues. you look at her, your hands leaving the keyboard of your computer

"what?"

"get it" ellie moves the fry between her lips, making faces to encourage you to do as she wants "c'mon"

"we aren't in the lady and the tramp ellie" you say, rolling your eyes and turning your attention back to the computer, resuming your task.

the light in your dorm is dim, you can hear people coming and going down the hall, talking about exams and subjects, complaining about teachers and longing for vacations.

"i know" ellie says, swallowing the potato and spinning around in the swivel chair "perhaps, they ate spaghetti, not fryes"

you smile slightly at the clarification. ellie had come to your dorm about 20 minutes ago, complaining about how hard her last assignment was and how her professor hated her, emphasizing the fact that she was sure it was because of that one time she fought with him in the middle of a debate. and with a tapper of fryes under her arm.

"i stole them from the kitchen" she told you when you asked, her lips in a pout and her eyebrows furrowed.

"cmon, get it" she repeated, placing another chip in her mouth "just for fun. i'll give you 20 bucks."

you looked back at her. you considered it for a moment, knowing that ellie wouldn't stop bugging you until you did, and you really needed to finish this assignment in time for your exam.

And something about being so close to her mouth made your stomach tingle.

"okay" you say, giving in to those puppy dog eyes "you are so weird".

she smiles "i know"

"I only do it for that 20 bucks" you reply, pulling your chair closer to ellie. but you knew that ellie didn't have 20 dollars. not even 5.

ellie rolls her eyes and nods, inviting you to proceed.

you try to think about how this is not normal behavior between friends as you move towards her mouth and feel the air from her breath against your face. the fry separates you and her by about 8 centimeters, so there is a bit of space between your faces, though not enough to avoid a nervous twitch in your stomach.

as your lips are about to grab the greasy chip, ellie pulls back, preventing you from catching it "ellie!" you exclaim, watching as ellie laughs uproariously.

"sorry, sorry!" she says, feeling your hand push her and almost knock her off the swivel chair "i had to do it. i'm sorry. now i'm serious."

when ellie gets back into her normal position, you move yourself to get close to her face again, trying to avoid the way ellie's eyes are staring at you with utmost attention, piercing your pores.

as your teeth are about to hunt for the food, ellie is quick and puts the whole chip in her mouth, causing you to stumble and end up with your lips on hers.

you feel ellie's salty lips against yours, greasy and warm. she rushes to rest her hand on your jaw, preventing you from pulling away from her but still giving you the chance to do so if that's what you want.

but you don't.

you reciprocate her kiss, which is not a kiss as such, as your lips only remain against each other for a few seconds, without moving, before they separate.

things are silent for a few seconds. you lick your lips, feeling the taste that ellie left you.

"we could agree that this is the modern version of lady and the tramp" ellie says, a playful tone tinges her voice and you can't help but giggle, feeling a warmth come over your cheeks.

"you idiot" you reply

ellie laughs and places another fry in her mouth "you didn't get it. try again".

you smile and move in again. the game goes on for five more rounds, five rounds where you fail to catch the fry and five rounds where you end up kissing ellie.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou

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speirslore · 6 months ago

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band of brothers flirting styles + reaction to you flirting back

(this includes winters, nixon, speirs, lipton, roe, bull, and liebgott! but if your fav isn't here, feel free to send an ask and i'll add them!)

lmk if you would like to be on my taglist: @ronsparky @bcon24 @blueberry-ovaries @1waveshortofashipwreck @beautifulbluejay

[dick winters]

dick feels kind of useless when trying to flirt

a lot of it is nix having very middle school vibes of 'hey, my friend over there thinks you're gorgeous btw'

it's very endearing

you waltz over to where dick is and his ears are already red before you even get to the table

he'll apologize abt lew instantly and you frown like, "oh, was it a joke?"

dick immediately is like "no, no, he- i meant it"

his nervous rambling is sooo cute to you, you can only smile and say, "i'm glad and by the way, i think you're pretty gorgeous too."

if his face can go any redder, it definitely does then

when you start talking, he's slowly getting less flushed and more comfortable

but he's an overthinker so he still isn't totally convinced that you're flirting

has to have lew pull him aside, shake him a little bit, and be like, yes they are absolutely into you, yes that is flirting

i do think dick can get super flirty once he's more comfortable, like once you're dating and it's just the two of you, he's so charming and sweet

but the first time you meet, he's just so shy but still very sincere with his compliments

dick is great about making eye contact because he just thinks your eyes are so beautiful

the night ends with his hand on the small of your back

and tbh the spiciest it will get after you first meet is a kiss to his cheek when he's leaving with a napkin with your number written on it

and nix is just watching like a proud father <3

[lewis nixon]

if there's one thing lewis nixon is, he is charming

he's very used to disarming others with said charm

he is such a gentleman... he was painstakingly subjected to a lot of manners and etiquette classes as a child/teenager

and lew now puts it to good use!

he's so good at flirting with his own brand of nihilistic, high society charm

so when you flirt back and respond... he's sooo excited like this is so fun for him

lew is very used to people being completely disarmed by him

but you're not... you grinned when he walked over to where you and your friends were talking and asked you to dance, and pressed a kiss to his cheek when you said yes

he does blush faintly, which is a huge deal for lew because that never really happens

once you're dancing, oh he's a menace

he's having SO much fun, hand on your waist maybeee moving lower

he thinks you’re so funny and lew’s grin and laugh... so top tier

it's so nice when it's genuine, and even though you just met him you want to hear it again and again

he can't stop smiling like it's soooo obvious, lew makes absolutely no effort to hide how attracted to you his is

does not try to play it cool at all like he wants you sooo bad

has absolutely no shame

and it does not take long before you're making out outside the pub, already feeling familiar and warm in his arms

[ron speirs]

ron honestly feels a little silly trying to flirt

it's very hard for him to get out of his own head about it

the most intense eye contact ever?

eye contact is ron's version of flirting

'like why don't they understand i want them in every possible way... i'm looking at them??'

ron really just does not understand, he's pulling out all the stops with his slightly unnerving eye contact

and also just talking, like if he's willingly having a longer than 5 minute conversation with you and actually talking about himself? ron is actually professing his undying love

a lot of just blunt complimenting too, i mean sweet compliments but just out of nowhere, like "you have beautiful eyes, you know."

when you flirt back, touch his arm, and look up at him, he's definitely melting inside

especially if you're normally more shy or reserved... oh he's hooked

he doesn't outwardly show it... at least not obviously... but you can tell from his eyes, the way they intensify, darken, widen, and focus on you

ron does love praise

"you know lieutenant, ron, you do have gorgeous eyes, too."

"and i love your hair, the sweetest curls"

oh he's yours entirely... please give him all the words of affirmation

it gets pretty obvious when he's really responding to your flirting, staring at your lips and biting his lip, moving closer to you

has this smirk that just subconsciously appears

like lew, escalates very quickly

ron is a very physical person and that's when he can really show his attraction ;)

[eugene roe]

eugene is not confident in his flirting at all

he's very very subtle

and he honestly does better talking to someone he's attracted to by just striking up normal conversation and learning about them and not approaching it as trying to flirt

his voice goes lower and raspier if that's even possible

especially if you're in a bar, with a lot of music and voices loud, he just instinctually leans closer to your ear, face so so close

then immediately realizes he's super close to you now and tries not to freak out

gene has to get out of his own head first and when he does that, he can be so charming

he just unintentionally has that sexy suave energy

especially when he drops certain pet names in french

you flirting back is a hugeeee relief for him

and repeating said french? like yes it’s cheesy and cliche but it sounds so nice coming from your lips!

he can't hide his smile at all like, laughing into the sip of his drink

"i'm impressed," he'll murmur

"you should be, i'm pulling out all the stops for you, eugene."

oh he blushes so badly

he lovessss hearing you say his name, he's so used to only being 'doc' or 'roe', it's so nice to actually hear his name, especially coming from you <3

[bull randleman]

oh he's so sweet!

that southern drawl... yeah it's super charming

and the cigar... sorry it's super sexy

i think he would be surprised, pleasantly surprised

and then would immediately proceed to get super shy though

he feels like he's got a good head on him, resourceful, smart, etc

but it all goes out the window when you're flirting with him!

yes he def blushes

also very observant to how you're reacting

i think he would be really into kisses but would be scared to initiate anything

especially the first time meeting you

would love to dance

is he that great... no... does he feel like his hands are way too sweaty... yes... does he step on your foot a few times... maybe

but it's very endearing!

very southern gentleman of course

like he is definitely holding the door open for you, standing up when you walk into the room, etc

[joe liebgott]

joe is incredibly charming

and very honest

like he lays it on pretty thick

there's never any questioning of 'is he actually into me? or is he just talking to me?'... he leaves absolutely no room for overthinking

like you definitely know... there is never a doubt

and when you flirt back he gets the biggest, cocky grin

joe gets into it extremely quickly, will definitely immediately match your energy (and then some)

"doll, angel, pretty, cutie.." he's pulling out all the stops

loves teasing and going back and forth with you

criminal "yeah?" usage by him

the BEST at keeping eye contact, props up head with his hand just watching you talk

skinny, tipper, smokey, tab, etc are all definitely watching from a few tables away, intrigued and impressed, and very obviously

you notice and grin, "wanna give them a show?"

joe would never say no to that! so you just lean forward and kiss him, hand pulling his chin gently closer

and this man is already feral... the noises??? he has range and he's a little freaky, a little spurred on by a crowd, by his friends watching, shaking their heads, caught up into the moment

but ofc when you pull away, oh now he's shy... like he's so red

but make no mistake joe is definitely into it... very very into you

[carwood lipton]

lip feels so weird trying to flirt tbh

very much like, is this allowed?

not as like... alien as ron, more similar to dick in he's just a little, a lot, self conscious

but he's also so naturally personable and kind

and he attracts so many people naturally because of that

including you

talking in a group with a bunch of other soldiers with your friends, you're immediately drawn to him

you smiling at him definitely makes him feel more at ease

you definitely do have to encourage him to relax because he has a littleee trouble holding eye contact, looking down a lot

and then suddenly there’s another man staring at you, approaching you, and standing a little too close

and even though you don't know carwood, you're still looking at him silently for help

and ofc he's very observant of people and situations

so his hand snakes around the small of your back

and lip is naturally protective and careful, guiding you through the crowd

"my prince charming," you say and he of course blushes, muttering a small “maybe.”

"i hope so," you grin and lip can't help but smile too

[don malarkey]

does don really have a flirting style… no

he just tries his best

can hold conversation and compliment you and hope for the best

but it’s very endearing to you

don is SO easily flustered… him even approaching you at talk was huge

big difference him with his friends, he definitely talks a big talk

and babe and bill and joe get sick of listening to him talk about wanting to approach you

bill threatens to go up to you himself. he will snitch on don

but when he actually finally works up the courage to go over to you, all that bravo immediately vanished

don used up all his confidence just getting himself to approach you and he didn't really plan for anything after

struggles at first to make eye contact

goes very red, especially in his neck and ears

but it gets better! and he hypes himself up in his head because you're entertaining him, talking back and smiling at his nervousness

a lot nervous laughter

his reaction to you flirting? first, it's thank god, and the excitement takes over and he's so in his head that he forgets to respond

but gets more comfortable throughout the night, arm resting across your shoulder, cheeks warm (feeling the alcohol) but very content

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcanon #dick winters x reader #lewis nixon x reader #carwood lipton x reader #ron speirs x reader #joe liebgott x reader #bull randleman x reader #band of brothers imagine #don malarkey x reader

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peachy-wolfhard · 5 months ago

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dating toge inumaki II

warnings: cuteness, erm plushie incest, toge gets cucked in Stardew Valley, “pretty princess” is used once

word count: 861

These are hopefully sweeter than Part 1

I have way too many thoughts about this freak

Sleepovers are a must and Toge is the number one sleepover planner even if the sleepovers are last minute

Facemasks! Movie night! Mario Kart! EVERYTHING!!!

Absolutely WILL try and sabotage your Mario Kart win. He likes to push, bite, hiss… anything a younger sibling would do

He likes to play the VS races so he can continuously blue-shell you

Toge loves doing every cute couple's tiktok trends. His favorite so far is the matching nail polish to your eyes

“Honey! Honey! Salted salmon cod roe!” as Toge runs up to you pointing and grinning.

“Hold on! Stop jumping!” you giggle taking the phone from his hand. Watching the TikTok he was too excited to show you, it's a couple showing their eyes next to nail polish their partner picked out. Looking up from his phone, Toge frantically points back and forth between the two of you, practically buzzing.

“You wanna do this wi-” “SALMON SALMON SALMON!” the curse speech user cuts you off all while jumping up and down, holding your shoulders

Another trend he likes is painting your partner, he takes all the couple challenges seriously but ESPECIALLY this one

“Ugh, I hate how all these guys never try on these” Toge types and rests on your hip to read.

“Never try on what?” you reply resting your chin atop his head, stroking his hair. Toge swipes to a TikTok of a couple that painted each other and skips to the end, the man shows his painting of his s/o as her face falls, it looks more like an unflattering caricature.

“Let's do this! Need to paint my pretty princess :3 need the love of my life immortalized in a painting” Toge types giggling into your neck

Speaking of cute couple things! He definitely makes you a highlight on Instagram. Its wither named something like “(your initial) <3333” or “my wet cat :3”

Half of the posts are .5’s of you eating or the most gorgeous images ever taken by a human

FACETIMING!!!! He might not be able to speak BUT Facetime is still fun. He likes it when you give him a haul of all the stuff you bought

Jokingly gets jealous over the fictional characters you like (getting meta here woah)

“The things I'd let that man do should be illegal,” giggling as Toge pouts, arms crossed over his chest like a child.

“Absolutely devious and heinous things,” Toge groans then pretends to cry, throwing his head in between his knees. Ignoring your dramatic boyfriend, you continue the movie.

“WHAT ABOUT ME????? WHAT ABOUT MEEEEEEEEE”

“ILL NEVER BE HIM”

A flurry of messages comes through, all with the overarching theme of “I'll never be him”

“I mean we could dye your hair”

Toge likes to sneak into your dorm after long missions just because. You feel the bed move under his weight. Toge proceeded to wiggle his way closer to you, lifting your waist gently to place his arm under, pulling you somehow even closer. Resting his chin on your shoulder, “Hi”

Toge likes to keep his collar zipped up and mumble so you have to lean closer to him to hear him then pull it down and quickly kiss you

Play fighting is his all-time favorite pastime. Play fighting either means just wrestling around or picking you up and slamming you on any soft surface

Mystery box addict over here. Toge loves all mystery boxes but ESPECIALLY those Tokidoki ponies and the Sanrio ones

100% makes you guys open them together and record it

“Hi chat. We got blind boxes again,” you say holding up one of the many blind boxes you and Toge had purchased that day

“We bought so much today I don't think we have enough for groceries,” “Salmon”

“Which one do you want? I want the onion or corn pony,” Toge leans over and looks at the back of your box, and taps frantically on the pony that looks like a potato. Unfortunately for you two, you both get radish.

Plushie. Demon. Toge either glares at your plushies or makes them kiss and makes them hump each other

“BABY STOP THEYRE SIBLINGS!! YOU'RE MAKING THEM COMMIT INCEST STAWP!!!”

Dinner nights with the rest of your friends are quite common. Most of the time Toge makes dinner and invites your friends

Dinner also (most of the time) morphs into an unexpected sleepover (you guys forgot how late it was and now can't leave the dorm without being seen)

Toge loves playing video games with you. Even if you don’t play the kind of games he plays

“Grrrr,” Toge grows like a dog at your Stardew Valley character.

“Be quiet freak I'm talking to my husband. Go to the mines we need coal,”

“I'm being cucked in my own save file,” Toge texts you before running to the mines

MATCHING EVERYTHING OMG

Matching phone charms, headbands, sleep masks, PLUSHIES!!! Literally everything that can match you guys have it

#inumaki x reader #inumaki toge x reader #toge inumaki x reader #toge x reader #inumaki fluff #inumaki x you #inumaki x y/n #toge inumaki x you #jjk x reader #masterlist

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whencartoonsruletheworld · 5 months ago

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hey so i saw the despicable me 4 trailer and i have a very specific beef with it that's making me insane

so, like, disclaimer, i havent watched any of the minion cinematic universe movies since despicable me 2 came out... holy fuck eleven years ago, jesus christ. but anyway i'm probably gonna get minute details wrong but like hold with me a second

so idr when despicable me 2 takes place in regards to the first film. from what i remember, agnes was having issues with not having a conventional nuclear family for mother's day so this implies it's the first mother's day that the girls have had in gru's household. i'm pretty sure that the first movie took place during the summer-ish, and iirc the second movie is also summer (fitting with my "roughly may" estimate) so we'll say like eight-ish months have passed since the first film. no big deal, right?

so then at the end of the film gru and kristen wiig get married but the timecard states that it's "147 dates later." i doubt they went on a date every single day leading up to the wedding but if we're assuming the date list also covers the engagement and wedding prep period, that's at the VERY VERY least one-hundred and forty-seven days after the events of the film. so with the timeskip at the beginning, that puts us at well over a year since the first film, thirteen months minimum

okay so the third film from my research doesn't state how long it takes after the wedding. so again, let's be generous and say that it's not too long after. i'm pretty sure the film itself takes place over a couple of days so we'll ignore its place in the continuity for now. that brings us to movie number four, which just got a trailer and just revealed a new player in the game

so gru and kristen wiig have a new biological child. this kid is old enough to move and emote, which puts him at 7-12 months old if he's able to crawl. let's again be generous and say it's seven months. assuming that human reproduction works the same as it does in our universe, and again being generous as hell and assuming that lucy may have been pregnant through the third film or right after the wedding, we have to add nine months to all this. so from the first film, we have ~8 month timeskip, then a 147-day minimum timeskip, then let's say 16 months to get to the baby being able to crawl. again, this is absolute bare minimum, and we still get to a conclusion of it's been roughly 29 months since the first film, or 2.5 years.

so okay. two-and-a-half years since the first film.

so then why the everloving fuck are the girls the same. fucking. AGE??

how have these motherfuckers not aged a fucking day??? they haven't grown a goddamn inch. it should have been, again, 2.5 years minimum, more likely 3-4 years if we're being realistic.

and to double check my work, i went on the despicable me wiki and found that they also put movie 4 at a three-year timeskip from the first movie, specifically putting margo at 10 in the first movie and 13 in the fourth, edith at 8-11, and agnes at 5-8; their main source is margo being stated to be 12 in the third movie, and her sisters' relative ages being provided by tweet, so even then this is, again, bare minimum on timeskip. and not only have these motherfuckers not changed style one fucking time, but they haven't changed height, weight, anything. agnes has hit eight years old and is the same height as the tiny-ass fucking minions. edith's hat still fits. margo should be in high school and she looks the same as she did three goddamn years ago

what kind of motherfucking witchcraft is the gru family using to keep themselves young??? they said gru stopped being evil but are we sure there isn't some vampire blood rituals happening in the minion basement

make them a new character model. please god

#despicable me #despicable me 4 #felonious gru #agnes gru #margo gru #edith gru #mine

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beomiebear13 · 6 months ago

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Surprise!

genre: switch!seonghwa (at the end), dom!reader, smut

warnings: blindfold, sensory play, bondage, slight cock stepping??, breeding, riding, pussy eating, degrading, praising, probably more 😭

a/n: this is the longest story I’ve written and there’s not much to say but I hope you guys like it and it’s not proofread cause it’s like 5 am.. (3k!)

A deep sigh left Seonghwa’s lips as he was sat on his knees. The bones of his knees digging into the hard wood floor. His head moved around waiting for any sense of any other being; you.

But before he was like this, he just came back from his concert. He didn’t even change out of the clunky jewelry that was spread around his body. He hadn’t seen you in a while and he was a lot more than ready. Just thinking about what he was about to do for you made heat spread around his body.

He walked into your bedroom, throwing his bags down onto your bed. While scrolling on his private twitter, he saw a video of how to tie himself up. Which is what gave him this idea, but he was glad he saw it. He watched it once more before actually executing it. It was harder than it seemed but after minute of trying and busting into a small panic, he finally got it.

He covered his eyes with a black lace blindfold before tying his wrists together. His wrists were tied together with a similar black lace. It wasn’t tight til the point his fingers were numb but tight enough to where he couldn’t break free. He dropped down to his knees his back facing the front of the bed which was placed in the different direction of the bed. So, when you open the door, the first thing you should be met with is Seonghwa.

And thats how he got here. He was still waiting patiently when he thought he got the time wrong. He was about to get up and check through past messages what you told him, but he heard keys jingle in the front door. He moved on his knees as his frustration got worse.

His breath got heavy but quickly sucked it in and held it when the bedroom door started to open. He held his head down. The light from the living room created a path to his figure. You stepped in the way of the light.

You stood there in utter shock. Not being able to process what you have laid your eyes on. You didn’t expect to come home to this after a long day of work. You’ve been so touch deprived ever since Seonghwa went on tour and opening the door to find Seonghwa sat on his knees, blindfolded for you, made you horny. You saw it was the same outfit from videos of the outfits they wore on tour.

You dropped your bag to the floor, walking up to him. You forced his head up, making him “look” at you even though he couldn’t see anything. His lips parted as he sighed at your touch. It was the slightest of touches but worked him up so much.

You removed your finger, his head staying at the same place you left it. You slowly put your lips on his. He kissed you back, furrowing his eyebrows under the blindfold. Both of your mouths moved together. It was hot and filled with passion, tension, and desperation from the both of you.

Both of you missed this. You both missed the feeling of each others body’s, the feeling of your lips pressing against the others skin and way more. Now you finally have it. Seonghwa’s definitely not expecting you to be gentle with him especially since he’s been gone so long. He can already feel how horny and how much you need him.

But so suddenly, you pulled away from his lips, leaving his titled head and hot figure kneeling below you. You stood up, “I didn’t expect to come home to this, Hwa.” You got no response. Not even a sudden movement. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” His head shot up quickly.

You laughed at his obedience. He started to shuffle lightly and bite his lip. Your eyes fell down to his cock. You shook your head letting out a couple tsks. You pressed the flat part of your heel onto the hard print in his pants. His neck gave out and his head fell down, his jaw dropping at the pressure. You made the motion of squishing a bug on his cock.

“Ah, fuck, Y/n.” He groaned out throwing his head back, drool slowly falling out of the corner of his mouth. You took off your leaned over him, wiping it away with your throw.

“Do you know how pathetic you look right now? Drooling over me stepping on your cock. Are you that desperate?” You asked him. Seonghwa didn’t say anything but by looking at the bottom of his cheeks, he was embarrassed. They were turning a light pink; around the same pink as his hair. “Speak.” You grabbed his cheeks harshly.

“Yes, I’m pathetic, I know I’m pathetic. Only for you, Y/n.” He rambled. That’s what you liked to hear. And he knows it. But after all, you sighed, exhausted from a long day. Your feet were killing you so sat down.

“Take off my shoes.” You spoke. He couldn’t find his way so you helped him shuffle his way in front of you. He bent forward, biting the strap of your heels and pulling it from the buckle. Your shoe fell straight to the ground. He did the same with the other and titled his head upwards.

He nuzzled his cheek in your hand as you touched it, “Good boy,” you said. He whined when you took your hand away. You stood up, helping Seonghwa up himself. His fragile body towered over you.

You walked behind him, freeing his hands. He thought you was going to go easy on him but that was the exact opposite. You walked in front of him, holding his left hand. Grabbing his right hand, you tied them back.

He instinctively covered his bottom half as you yanked his pants down his legs. His hands shook in anticipation and embarrassment. You nodded your head; not like he could see me anyway.

“Thats right, baby. Sit down for me.” You spoke in a soft voice. It was almost siren-like. The way your words rolled off your tongue like a melody. It sounds as if it was music to his ears. The way your tone of voice made him follow every direction you gave him. It was like he was in a chokehold.

His breath trembled as he sat down on the edge of the bed. You ran your finger against his jawline, making him nudge his head up when you go to the end and quickly pulled your finger away. “What are you gonna do to me?” He asked, now looking straight ahead.

“Well, I was thinking, since you surprised me, I’m not going to tell you. Let it be a surprise.” You whispered in his ear. He nodded his head as you nibbled on his ear, kissing down to his jaw and down to his neck. You sucked little marks onto his collarbone. He let out little moans, remembering where his sweet spots were, hitting them right.

His hips moved forward, trying to find any part of your body to grind on. He bit his lip back, feeling so small as you leaned above him. You moved back up to his face and pressed a kiss at the corner of his mouth. Seonghwa tried to kiss you, feeling and smelling your minty breath. You ultimately dodged it cause a whine to leave his mouth.

He always acted like he hated to be teased but he actually loved it. He loved to be humiliated, even if it was in the comfort of his own home. “Oh, please, please, Y-Y/n. I hate when you t-tease.” You moved your hands through his hair.

“Oh, Hwa, baby. Why do you think I do it?” You asked him with a bit of cockiness laced in your voice. Seonghwa threw his head back with his mouth open as you started to roughly palm him in his boxers. He started to huff out moans which, very quickly, turned into whines.

“Y/n, oh, yes!” His voice getting louder and higher. He was so sensitive that it didn’t even surprise you. The moment you took your hand off, he laid on his back, hitting the mattress harshly. His desperate huffs filled the room.

You took this as the perfect opportunity to climb onto his lap. You didn’t stop there though. No. You untied his hands once again. You turned around so your ass was sat on Seonghwa’s chest. He did exactly what you wanted — and what you expected him to do — and wrap his arms around your waist.

You scooted back a little bit, taking his wrists and tying them again so he was stuck holding your waist. You needed him to not be able to move. This is the first time you ever did this. It just randomly popped into your mind while watching a video of him on tour, a couple days before he came home.

Giggling, you leaned forward, taking his hard, leaking and red tipped cock out of his underwear. Furrowing his eyebrows, he bucked his hips up. You gave one slight stroke making him whine and quickly huff.

“Hwa, you ok?” You asked, smirking lightly to yourself. He shook his head quickly. The pants that were once pooled at his ankles, he had now kicked off along with his boots. He sighed heavily, now being free to move his legs more. “Now?” He shook his head again. “Well, tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you to touch me, Y/n.” He said rather calmly. That made you suspicious so you turned around to see him falling apart behind you. Small wet patches were shown on the blindfold. It turned you on seeing a man, your man, crying.

“How do you want me to touch you, Hwa?” You ran your finger over the slit of his cock. He shuddered and let the whiniest moan you’ve ever heard from him. You bit your lip as heat pooled in your panties. “Want me to touch you like this?”

Seonghwa let the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard from him as you deepthroated him. You pulled back up but sucked on his tip once. I pulled away when his hips bucked up, wanting more. “Baby, pleaseeee.” He dragged out a whine.

“Hmm.” You said before going back down and bobbing your head up and down. You pushed his cock all the way down your throat, shaking your head before pulling back up. A string of spit was connecting his cock to your lips. Seonghwa gasped and let out a whiny moan.

You sucked in a harsh breath before going back in with a smile. You would switch from fast to slow bobbing. Sometimes pulling back and either licking or sucking his tip.

Every time you’d suck/lick his tip, he’d get louder. You know that is the most sensitive part of a man’s body but from what you have seen in previous porn, the men are never really as sensitive as Seonghwa seems to be.

As you deepthroated him one last time, he pulled his hips back until his cock was almost out of your mouth. Seonghwa then roughly slammed back in. Your uvula brushing on his tip is what really got him to cum. You made your head stay there, no matter how hard it hit deep in your throat. He came with a loud moan.

You were so glad for your raise you got in the previous months before. Being able to upgrade from your thin and dingy walled apartment to a nice 2 story house. One with no neighbors to worry about hearing you fuck your boyfriend.

“Aww, Hwa, baby. You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you,” you praised him. He croaked out a fucked out groan. You untied his hands and kept them untied this time. You weren’t gonna take the blindfold just yet. He’d have to beg for it and you knew he would eventually. He always wants to. Seonghwa loves to see his dick disappear into your wet and warm pussy.

“Ride me. Please ride me. I’be been a good boy..right?” Seonghwa begged you. You licked your lips thinking if you should give it to him.

“I guess you’ve been good enough, Seonghwa. I’ll ride your small and floppy dick. Since you know you can’t even fuck me right with it. So useless.” He bit his lip back as you shamed him. Seonghwa was far from small. Floppy? Think of it as a brick. And not being able to fuck you right? Anything but that. Your last boyfriend was all of the above and much worse. Finding Seonghwa was a life saver. Not only because of his good dick but because he was just a good boyfriend over all.

“Lemme eat your pussy first.” He spoke as you lifted your hips. You stopped as you heard his voice dropped. “Lemme taste you. Please.” You obviously agreed. You could and would never passed on getting eaten out by Seonghwa.

You climbed over his face, his hands coming up to your sides, gripping tightly. You yelped as you were met with a warm tongue but.. something was cold. You shuddered out a moan as you realized it was his grillz. Seonghwa began to desperately make out with your cunt.

His warm tongue shortly tongue fucking you and as your clit was slowly grinding on his grillz. The cold sensation made it hard to contain yourself, “ah, yes, Hwa. Fucking eating me out like you’re starving.” He groaned under you.

The more you moved on his face, the louder you grew. It was also the closer you grew to your orgasm. You soon felt a hard knot tie in your abdomen. You didn’t realize you came until you felt the pressure release and hear Seonghwa, “oh, Y/n, fuck. You taste so good.”

You lifted your hips to see his chin and lips covered in your arousal. It was dripping down onto his neck and onto the bed. You didn’t know you were that wet. But, you expected to cum that much since you haven’t been able to cum without Seonghwa.

“Now, please. R-” he started but squeaked as you slammed yourself onto his dick. You leaned forward, grabbing the lace and tying his hands up again but holding them above him. He whined now being able to touch you. “Please, l-let me touch you. I-I’ve been a good boy. Y-you k-know-know it.” He stutters.

He was far too sensitive. You slammed your hips down on his which caused you to moan loudly. As much as you wanted to keep your dominant aura, Seonghwa’s dick was just too good. Too good not to make any noise. The way his swollen tip abused the fuck against your cervix was breathtaking. And to add on to the pleasure, your clit would sometimes brush against his abdomen.

“Fuck, Seonghwa. How good am I fucking too, huh? I-I bet you wanna see how pretty, ah fuck, my pussy looks swallowing your d-dick. Fuck!” You shrieks quietly as Seonghwa’s dick hit that one spot inside. A singular tear fell from your eye. His moans were getting louder by the minute. The more that you spat at him, the more he wished to see.

“L-let me see. Please, wanna see your pret-pretty, yes, pussy take my fat cock.” He spat back out, trying to keep himself from not thrusting up into you. You didn’t give him permission after all. He moaned loudly as he felt you purposely clench around him multiple times. “Fuck!”

“Seonghwa, I’m cumming.” You breathed out, you let go of his wrists and sat up straight, throwing your head back. You slammed down one last time before your legs quivered slightly. Your legs felt like jelly. But Seonghwa hasn’t came yet.

“N-not coming til you let me see.” He spoke. You obviously weren’t gonna do that. Your baby boy just wanted to see your pretty pussy get absolutely destroyed but you wouldn’t let him. That fueled something in him.

He brought his wrists to his mouth and bit through the lace. Pulling off the blindfold and flipping you over and pressing your face into the pillows. “W-what? Seonghwa, what are you-?” You shrieked as he roughly entered you.

He fucked you ruthlessly all while watching his cock disappear into your wet pussy. The sounds of your juices were echoing back and forth. You let out a loud moan. “You did this shit to your fucking self. Not letting me see my cock abuse this poor pussy. My pussy. It’s all mine.”

Heavy and hot tears fell out of your tear ducts and onto the pillow as Seonghwa rammed into you. Somehow he was still harder than before. His adrenaline was racing all just to see you two fuck.

He suddenly hit that same spot in you which made you cum all over his cock once again. Your whines and moans increased as you felt too overwhelmed and overstimulated. He huffed his way through his orgasm before finally cumming in you.

Seonghwa pulled out of your pussy slowly. Your body fell flat on the sheets with Seonghwa lying on your back, breathing in your ear. He kissed your shoulder a couple times before pulling himself up. He got a hot rag from the bathroom, wiping the cum off of your body and after his body.

He picked up and put you under the covers, moving off all of the stuff that was left on the bed and onto the floor. He laid beside you, too lazy to put clothes on either of you. It’s not like you two weren’t just fucking anyway.

“Y/n, you okay?” Seonghwa asked, moving her hair out of her face. She turned to him and smiled at his pink cheeks and red lips. She nodded, not wanting to talk. Her throat was sore from all the screaming and moaning she did. She hid her face in his neck. He just laughed quietly, “surprise.”

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