#you know when you go grocery shopping with someone and you walk out at sunset and you're like oh...haha I'm in love

[memory-of-idle-musings]

⋆.˚┆Injured s/o reactions .

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﹒✶ | Summary:

How the three first class SOLDIER's react to their beloved s/o getting injured and how they take care of them afterward.

﹒✶ | Characters:

Sephiroth, Angeal Hewley, Genesis Rhapsodos

﹒✶ | Tags:

Angst, hurt/comfort, slight fluff, romance, gn!reader, pre-established romantic relationships, bulleted headcanons

﹒✶ | Trigger warnings:

Mentions and graphic descriptions of physical injuries, blood, combat, physical violence, heavy angst, traffic accident, mentions of death, permanent scarring, gendered terms "god/goddess" used, but gender neutral otherwise!

﹒✶ | Author's note:

I had so much fun with these they ended up being way longer than they should have been. 😅 Hope you enjoy!

↪ ❥ Sephiroth:

〈 Pre-Nibelheim, crisis core timeline 〉

You are on your way home, passing through the quiet, unusually empty streets of a local small town. Like watercolors in motion, the dusk sky begins to shift from the fiery red hues of the sunset to the cool calm of impending stars.

The fridge in your home was all empty after you forgot to go grocery shopping earlier this week, and you found yourself with a grumbling stomach this afternoon. Which is what warranted this rather unusual, late shopping trip of yours. 

You are well aware of how dangerous it is to be walking home this late all on your own. You do wish you had someone to escort you. Alas, with your beloved, Sephiroth, currently away on a long, daunting mission assigned to him by Shinra, you will have to manage alone.

Still, unless you wanted to be left starving tonight, you had no option but to go. Luckily for you, the nearest grocery store just happens to be rather close to your place, and with how empty it usually chances to be at this time of the day too, you find yourself back on the way home in no time.

It's unfortunate that your luck runs out merely a few steps away from your home, when you abruptly notice a group of rather intimidating-looking thugs step out of the shadows from behind a nearby wall. 

You immediately stop dead in your tracks the moment you spot them, your senses are on high alert. You do not know who these men are, nor what they want. Whether they are a random group of thugs that just so happened to notice you out here all on your own, or they were already purposefully targeting you beforehand. They utter no words, and their garments give away no information about their identities. 

But with the way they all begin to encircle and slowly move toward you, you know very well that they mean trouble...

You try to back out, to speak out against them, to turn away and run with the wind as far as your feet can carry you... But the thugs give you no chance to do anything before unsheathing their blades and rushing in right at you.

The men surround you, one of them grabbing you from behind and holding you in place, covering your mouth with his hand, and you can feel the dry taste of his leather gloves in your mouth as you thrash against him, trying to free yourself of his hold on you.

"Now now, there's no need to be so defiant. If you can just cooperate-" His words are cut short by a loud scream that escapes his throat as you bite his hand with all the force you can muster, allowing yourself an opportunity to wriggle free and run.

And you do, you break away from him and run, despite another one of the men who stand straight right in your direction. Seeing you run, with his sword in his hand, he brings it down upon you.

His blade slashes across your chest, a calculated cut, enough to wound you quite severely, but still not enough to kill you. Not that it occurs to you at that time, when you feel the force of the impact push you back and hit the ground before you can even register your injury.

But when you find yourself lying on the ground, surrounded, your body in pain from the fall, you begin to notice the sharp, stinging sensation, intensifying itself across the upper half of your body. Followed by the pool of blood spreading around you...

You don't know what happens next, you don't know how many seconds or minutes pass with you lying helplessly on the ground, firmly clutching your chest with your hands and knees.

But you do recognize the long wave of hair of silver, appearing in front of you in less than the blink of an eye, and you do see him cut down the men who attacked you in an even lesser time than that.

You see him bury Masamune into the chest of the last man standing, watching as the life in his eyes wanes—and when the man responsible for the carnage turns to face you, kneeling down beside your bleeding body, you see the face of a man who thought he may have just lost everything, already mad with grief.

Sephiroth wastes no time, picking you up in his arms and cradling you close to his chest as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world. You are only barely managing to hold on to your consciousness, but you can feel him running at the speed of lightning, even though you do not know where.

As he keeps on running, his eyes wander down to scan your injuries, but they dare not move to your face. He begins to whisper words of comfort to you in-between sharp breaths, and you notice just how truly terrified he looks, in a way you have never seen him look before.

"Please, just hold on, just be okay-"

Sephiroth was always so very protective of you, to a degree which even you thought to be too extreme at times. But he could never help himself, he knew how dark, wicked and brutal the world truly was—and he knew it was even more dark, wicked and brutal to anything that ever mattered to him.

The thought of you, hurt and terrified, all on your own would often haunt his nightmares, far more often than he would like to admit. And it's because of that reason, that he always double-checked his surroundings with you in the area, why he always wanted to be aware of where you were, should you ever need to go somewhere on your own, and why he always stayed just a little too close by your side when anyone dared to even approach you. 

He thought that, should the day ever come that you were in peril, he would be there to protect you—to keep you safe and tell you that he will never allow anything or anyone to hurt you. That even though the world is cruel, his unparalleled strength, that caused so much destruction by Shinra's will, could for once be used to protect something he held dear. 

Was he not dispatched from his missions and able to return home earlier, then you would already be-

Yet now, here he was, rushing through the door of Shinra's emergency department with your now unconscious, bleeding form in his arms. All because he wasn't there to protect you—and he doesn't know how exactly he can ever forgive himself for that.

He stands by your side even as the medics tend to you, checking your injuries, stopping the bleeding and sewing the deep slash spread all throughout your chest. If one of them even suggests that he should not interrupt, he will glare at them with the fury of a thousand demons.

Does Hojo happen to be in the vicinity at the time as well? Oh boy, you bet he will burn down all of Shinra before he ever allows him anywhere near you. Seriously, while he may still have some trust left in his scientific knowledge, he wouldn't trust him with you in his care for even the briefest of seconds.

When your state is finally stabilized and the medics tell him that you will indeed be okay, just left with a rather large, badly-looking scar, he feels the weight of the world fall right off of his chest.

You being alive does nothing to lessen his guilt over what happened—which, by now, is beginning to hit him with full strength—but that does not matter, he will deal with that on his own. Your well-being is far more important to him.

He sits by your bedside without leaving for a moment until you awaken, no matter if it takes days, weeks or even months. And the moment that you do is the moment that he begins to shower you with all the apologies he could think of. His voice nearly breaks as he strains to hold back the tears trying to escape his eyes while seeing you in this feeble condition. 

He promises you that he will never allow this to happen to you ever again, that from now on, he will protect you no matter what it takes. The sincerity of his vow was only intensified by the emotion in his eyes.

Once you are released, he takes you back to your shared home himself. Upon your return, you find that the place has changed quite a bit in your absence. You notice a new medical cabinet full of supplies in your bedroom, bandages and any other necessities sitting on its top. There are new books stationed where there weren't any before, a large, steaming pot of hot stew sitting atop the stove, and a bouquet of flowers with your favorite chocolate awaiting you on your shared bed.

You're not quite sure how he managed to accomplish all of this all the while constantly sitting at your bedside in the hospital. But you have a feeling he may have commissioned the help of two very specific friends. 

As for the men who attacked you? The disgusting animals may be dead now, but says nothing of their motives and who they were. It doesn't matter if they were just some random thugs trying out their luck on you, or if this was a more plotted, intricate scheme, meant to challenge and hurt him directly. He will track down anyone related to them, anyone related to what happened, and he will make them pay.

Once you are back home and now fully in his care, he has already decided that he is not going to disappoint you again. Sephiroth will be very, very diligent in taking care of you while you recover.

You will be forced gently persuaded into eating at least 3 whole meals a day, your wound will be cleaned and bandages changed very regularly. If you are given any meds to take, you will take them at the pin-point exact time that you are supposed to every single day; no butts.

He will also be in charge of your personal hygiene, showering and bathing you with the upmost care and reverence. No matter what, you wont persuade him to allow you to overexert yourself.

Hell, he will even brush your teeth for you if he really needs to.

I like to think that, in order to be Sephiroth's partner in the first place, you both must have a genuinely deep connection. Which is something that would be impossible without also having deep understanding and empathy for one another.

As such, he is very deeply attuned to your emotions. He can sense every single change in your demeanor, every shift in your expression or switch in your tone the moment it happens.

So, whenever he can sense that you are in any way troubled—doesn't matter whether it's about you being bedridden and unable to do anything that you want in your current state, or feeling insecure about the large scar spanning across your whole chest—he will know.

Usually, he will not pressure you to tell him, allowing you the time and space until you feel comfortable enough to come to him on your own instead. However, right now, he might fuss over you quite a bit more than usual, and he will try to gently coerce you into opening up about it sooner. 

With that being said, if you ever feel that he is becoming too much, too overbearing with his worries, tell him. He might not be able to push his worries aside completely while you are still not healed and the guilt of the incident eats away at his subconscious, but he will try. 

While you are recovering, he will take fewer missions and assignments from Shinra than he usually would to be with you. Being a person of his high position and being Shinra's personal favorite pet SOLDIER, he has the advantage of being able to decline more missions than most others would. He may not be able to dodge all of them, but I can assure you that he will try.

While having some free time, or, perhaps in moments where you are asleep, he will make the effort to research any medical knowledge about your injury. Drowning his sorrows and regrets in research on how to better take care of you; how to better tend to your wound, any additional minerals and vitamins that could help you recover, any methods that might help ease your pain—be they of folk, or more industrial, medical knowledge. 

And anything that could help keep the trauma of what happened at bay.

Sometimes at night, he might have nightmares about what happened, or of something even worse happening to you. His guilt manifests itself in many ways. However, this is the major one among them.

When such nights come, comfort him. He truly feels guilty, and that what happened to you was his fault and his fault alone. He will feel incompetent, due to him being unable to protect you. He might still have been able to save you on that faithful day, but he doesn't want to rely on such luck again the next time around. 

Once you finally begin to make your recovery, and the red, rough mark on your chest begins to solidify into soft tissue, Sephiroth will be very wary of how you react to this new addition to your appearance. The scar does not bother him in the slightest, but he is afraid that it might start bothering you.

And if it does, he will absolutely not hesitate to shower you with praise and compliments on your beauty. He reassures you that despite the nasty scar, your beauty shines just as brightly as it did the first day he saw you. And that, personally, it does not matter to him at all. 

He might even like it in a way, as it reminds him of so many of his own scars...

But if it truly does bother you too much, he will go out of his way to find any possibilities on how to make it less apparent and visible for you. 

Sephiroth loves you, he loves you to death. If he had to burn down the world for you and cover himself in it's ashes to keep you safe, he would. So do the same for him, please.

↪ ❥ Angeal Hewley:

Angeal was just getting done with a rigorous training session with some of the 2nd class SOLDIER's.

The trainees were close to wrapping up the session, in the process of overcoming the final challenge in the virtual reality system. They took longer than they initially should have, but Angeal didn't want to interrupt them when they were so close to successfully defeating the enemy.

You, however, know nothing about this. As you pass through the headquarters of Shinra, looking for your beloved Angeal at the same time as you have been nearly every day ever since you two began your relationship together.

You enter the VR training room as you usually would, only to find the surrounding SOLDIER's still wearing their goggles, with the simulation still active as well.

Angeal takes quick notice of you, but before he ever has the chance to pull out his phone and quickly abort the mission, one of the SOLDIER's—currently engaged in combat within the simulation—swords comes swinging down right at you.

It only takes the briefest of seconds for the sharp blade to bury itself into your shoulder, the force of it powerful enough to nearly sever your whole arm right off.

You let out a blood-curdling scream, falling down on the floor as you clutch the deep, open wound on your shoulder with your hand. The searing pain spreads itself from your arm to the entirety of your body. 

A look of utter horror immediately flashes across Angeal's features as he dashes towards you in a single heartbeat.

He shouts your name as he kneels down beside you, his gaze shifting between the bleeding wound on your shoulder and your face while panicking internally.

Honestly? While still not quite on Sephiroth's level, Angeal might just almost be the most protective one out of the three men. Protecting his beloved and keeping them safe from harm is something he considers to be a part of his idea of honor. 

So seeing you, the love of his life, seriously hurt and bleeding on the floor sends him into a state of panic and rage that is rather very unusual for the man.

The said rage is something mostly directed toward himself. He loves you, and cannot bear to see you hurting. How could he have allowed this to happen to you? He was supposed to protect you...

Momentarily, Angeal turns his head to the SOLDIER whose blade ended up slashing your shoulder. His gaze is piercing sharp, and his face contorted in an expression of pure anger, as he shouts at them, asking what the fuck did they just do?!

He was so close to losing control of himself and beating them into a bloody pulp. But still, he knew better and, right now, you were his priority. He will deal with giving out any punishments and lectures later.

He lifted you up into his arms, one wrapped around your shoulders, applying pressure to the open cut with his hand while the other supported your weight.

He rushed out of the VR training room, carrying you bridal style while he whispered words of comfort to you as he silently prayed that you would be alright.

Your arm was going to be okay, you had nearly lost it, but the doctors and medics managed to save it. Although your recovery will be long, and there may be some permanent nerve damage, along with a huge scar left.

Once it becomes certain that you and your arm are going to be okay, the fear and anger Angeal felt initially begins to turn into a chaotic, conflicting mixture of various emotions. 

He feels very angry, both at the trainee who caused your injury, but more so at himself. He should have been able to prevent it, damn it! He should have been faster, more vigilant, more thoughtful. But he will be very careful not to accidentally take his anger out on you. 

Chances are he might forbid you from seeking him out during training again, or wandering Shinra's halls, even.

Sorrow, why do as lovely of a person as you have to endure such pain? He feels for you, very deeply, for all of your fears and hurt. Not to mention the terrifying, soul-wrenching realization that this could have ended much more tragically. You are his dream, he could never bear to lose you...

But most of all, guilt and regret. Again, Angeal puts a huge emphasis on up-keeping his honor and ideals, protecting his s/o and keeping them safe from harm is a big part of that. Something every man and SOLDIER should always strive to do.

It would be an understatement to say that he feels devastated, as if he somehow failed you and all that he stood for, even though things were out of his control and could have turned out much worse. He takes this as a stain upon his honor and pride. You will definitely need to give him some time to come to terms with it.

Unless you comfort him about it, reassuring him that none of this was his fault and that it was an accident he most likely would never be able to prevent, he will definitely feel like he has to atone for this mistake one way or another, struggling to forgive himself.

But either way, he will make a promise—a silent vow, both to himself, and to you—to always be there for you from now on, to care for you, to keep you safe, no matter what.

As for the SOLDIER who accidentally ended up causing your injury? With a bit of time and space, he realizes that they could not have prevented the accident, that it ultimately wasn't their fault.

Still, fear not, Angeal will give them the lecture of their lifetime. They will also have to go through quite the ordeal of begging him not to get them kicked out of SOLDIER. And if they somehow manage to convince him, they will still be punished accordingly. 

Regardless, once you begin to recover, Angeal will want to be with you every step of the way without question. He will spend all his free time by your side. Not only because he still feels at least a little guilty about what happened, but also because he is just genuinely worried about you and your well-being. 

As expected, his SOLDIER duties would often get in the way of that. Be prepared for him to leave for missions often, sometimes even for long periods of time. He doesn't want to, really, he'd much rather be with you, especially right now while you are in such a vulnerable state. But duty calls and he will answer. 

However, if you are okay with it, he will try and find someone to stay and watch over you while he is gone. It could be anyone; a family member, a trusted friend, his or yours - so long as you feel comfortable and Angeal trusts them. He will make the effort to call and text you regularly while he's away either way, but he will be all the happier knowing you have someone near you at all times. 

During your recovery—especially the earlier days of it—he will turn into a bit of a worry wart, actually. Like an overbearing mama, he will want to take care of you in every way possible, constantly fanning over you as he fusses about making sure you remain as comfortable and as safe as possible.

Affectionate, especially while you are injured. The often times stoic and serious man might not look the part, but he holds all the love in the world in his heart, and he is not greedy with it - not when it comes to you.

Be prepared to be smothered with affection and warmth only few are capable of. Anything from tender touches, to encouraging words and attentive care is served on a silver platter for you to eat from and indulge in. 

If you enjoy physical affection, you will definitely not feel lacking. Angeal loves nothing more than to hold you in his arms, gently squeezing you as he whispers words of love and comfort in your ear. He promises to never leave you, to always protect you and keep you safe.

He relishes every hug, every kiss, every soft brush of his hand against yours and will use them to comfort you quite often.

Random touches of reassurance are a given as well. You might just be going on about your day when you suddenly feel a large, rough hand gently press itself against the small of your back.

Or, you might be waking in the morning, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, stretching out your legs as you feel two large, muscular arms wrap themselves around your waist as he leans closer to you, asking you if you're okay.

When it comes to tending to you and your injured arm, Angeal is your man! He will make sure to help you clean your wound, change the bandages and keep an eye on any developments in its recovery - be they positive or negative. He will also be very strict about attending any checks and doctor visits you might have coming your way.

Say goodbye to any chores and household work for the coming months, or at least until your arm is close to recovering. Angeal would totally insist on sweeping the floors, dusting the furniture, washing all the dishes, doing the laundry, grocery shopping, keeping everything tidy and taking out the garbage for you.

Also, cooking! Cooking is something that he always considered to be a small hobby of his, even on his own. But doing it with you is something much more special, and he will secretly enjoy getting to cook for you more than he does for himself, or anyone else, for that matter.

If you are able to, Angeal will make sure to regularly take you out on long, slow and romantic walks in nature. ​He thinks the fresh air will be good for you, as well as keep you less bored overall. He really enjoys taking said walks with you through the nearest woods and botanical gardens he can find. However, he will definitely make sure that they are safe first before taking you there. 

And during your casual little strolls, he would point out any flowers and other flora he has read about or seen somewhere else before. If you are willing, he even will gladly take a stop to admire the plant which has caught his or your attention and tell you anything he knows or remembers about it!

There is a possibility he might attempt to turn your house/apartment into a small indoor garden of his own if you don't stop him in time.

Even after you heal, Angeal will continue to feel a pang of guilt every time he notices the not-so pleasant-looking scar left on your shoulder after what happened to you. There is not much you can do about this, he will always feel at least a little disappointed with himself for allowing this to happen to you. But he promises to do better next time.

Angeal is THE husband material. He is a kind, loving and caring man who will be utterly dedicated to making your recovery as smooth and swift as possible. Always available at your every beck and call whenever he has the time and space to do so, all the while gently teasing you for being so dependent on him.

↪ ❥ Genesis Rhapsodos:

The sun was just beginning to set when Genesis took you out on a dinner date to a fancy restaurant.

Buying you expensive gifts and lavish food with exquisitely aged wine was one of his favorite ways to show affection to you, his God/dess.

You have just finished eating, leaving the restaurant while Genesis stayed behind momentarily, paying for all the food.

You stepped outside with a slight spring in your step and a smile on your face, stopping in your tracks next to the road to wait for your beloved to join you.

It took only a moment of distraction for a nearby truck—its driver speeding down the road recklessly—to hit you at nearly full speed, sending you flying forward.

You weren't even aware of what was happening when your body hit the hard, stone ground, the impact making you lose consciousness instantly.

The restaurant door opened, with Genesis stepping outside. His eyes widened in fear and terror, his jaw dropping as he saw your limp body, lying on the ground from across the road.

He did not spare a moment rushing toward your unconscious form, quickly kneeling beside you, picking you up into his arms with a slight tremble in his hands.

Genesis was a proud, arrogant man. He always tried to reach for what was not meant for him to have, often times hiding his true thoughts and inner feelings behind the mask of dramatic theatrics and cryptic passages.

But he could not even attempt to hide the horror that spread across his features as he looked down at your unmoving body, his eyes scanning for the severity of your injuries.

His mind was a chaotic storm of thoughts, of panic, terror and confusion. What happened? Who did this? It does not matter, they will pay regardless. For now, he had to make sure you were okay.

He stood upwards as the blood from your wounds trickled down his hands, soaking into his clothes. Rushing to get you the help you needed.

The fear that burned inside his chest while the medics tended to your wounds and injuries was excruciating. You would not leave him, you would not dare to leave him... Or would you?

The expression on his face was one of a gut-wrenching worry, its features so still it appeared as if it was made of stone. He paced up and down the waiting room, biting the nails on his fingers.

At the same time, he was overcome with overwhelming guilt. He was supposed to be your hero. How could he fail to save you so?

When your injuries have been taken care of and your state is stabilized, a stone heavy, unlike any other, fell off Genesis's chest.

Thank the Goddess, you weren't off as badly as he initially thought you would be. Mostly just a few broken and fractured bones. But nothing to take lightly either. 

As for your recovery, Genesis made sure to be around during it as much and as often as possible. Juggling between you and his responsibilities as a SOLDIER.

...Who are we kidding? This man would never put Shinra above his darling s/o. Especially while they are in a vulnerable state. He would do his duty, but only while trying to wriggle out of it as much as possible.

He'd spare absolutely no effort in trying to help you heal, always making sure you're comfortable, all the while pampering and smothering you with affection. 

As he usually would, he will bring you small gifts and trinkets in an attempt to cheer you up. Anything you like, he will make it yours.

Absolute drama queen; anytime he sees you flinch, stiffen or whine because of the pain, you will be subjected to the most theatrical display of fear and tragedy ever. He will also exaggerate the severity of your injuries quite often.

Anytime your wounds need cleaning, or you need to change your bandages, he will dash right next to you, telling you to lay back down and relax as he takes care of you. 

But you have to forgive him for teasing you about it sometimes. Like after he changes your bandages, asking whether his services have at last earned him the favor of the God/dess (you).

Need help with regaining the strength in your broken legs once they are close to healing? Genesis has you covered! He would pick you up, arm wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you steady as he would help you walk, slowly, step by step. 

If you ever end up being bored while trapped in your bed during the recovery, Genesis will gladly read or recite LOVELESS to you (he will do that anyway, even if you don't want him to).

He will also write his very own poems for you, both with you at his side and while he is away on a mission. If he had just a sliver of time, you would wake up to a handwritten letter from him, followed by a touching poem.

He would also gladly write them together with you, if that's something you'd like; and if it is, sometimes, when he comes back home to you from a mission, you and Genesis will trade said poems.

His heart melted at the loving and affectionate words you so often used to describe him. He would attempt to hide the faint flush of red on his cheeks with a quiet chuckle, teasing you for being so overly romantic while being guilty of the very same crime he accuses you of doing himself. 

He is a sleek bastard and will absolutely use every single opportunity and excuse he can to just... Touch you.

Still having to use crutches and need to go to the bathroom? No need to worry sweetheart! He will sweep in and carry you over there bridal style.

Are your legs and body feeling sore? Poor, sweet love... Genesis will prepare you a romantic, hot bath and will insist on helping you wash yourself.

In a similar fashion to Angeal, your injuries are a huge blow to his pride and ego. Genesis holds himself to a high standard and while he does not tend to put a lot of emphasis on what others think of him, he does care more than the rest. This is especially true when it comes to his fans. He fears he may appear as weak in their eyes due to allowing this to happen to his s/o.

As such, every time he returns from a mission and sees that some of the damage that has been done to you has barely improved since the last time he's seen you, he will be equally worried and disappointed. 

He does not want to see you, his divine God/dess in such a state, a reminder of his failures. But more than anything, he is just worried about you.

On another note, he also came to find just a tiny bit of guilty pleasure in the bedridden stage of your recovery. He gets to keep you all to himself without you or him being bothered by anyone... And he loves that.

You might also notice him taking on a slightly more serious, less flamboyant attitude and approach. And while his regular affectionate and somewhat cheesy demeanor does not take a step back, there is a worry in his face when he looks at you that simply wasn't there before.

He may not always show it outwardly, but what happened to you has affected him deeply. He blames himself for not saving you, for not being there when the accident happened, for not swooping you into his arms and rescuing you out of harms way like the hero that he always wanted to be.

Genesis has also grown a lot more protective of you since the accident, even after you have already recovered from your injuries. Being so close to losing you made him realize how easily you could disappear, how thin the thread that held on to the light that was your life truly was. He would not allow any more danger anywhere near you again, he would always be there to keep you safe.

He would not tell you, but the driver of the truck that ended up nearly killing you would end up disappearing a few days later, never to be seen again. And if you somehow find out? He would simply smile, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

Overall, Genesis would make sure to be there for you while you recover from your injuries and that you are never exposed to such danger ever again—not if he can help it. 

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All of that was for a single kiss (Lee Know x fem!reader)

Pairing: Lee know x fem!reader (established relationship)

Trope/Genre: Grumpy x sunshine, fluff, angst if you squint

Warnings: Very suggestive so MINORS DNI, Slight discusion of insecurity and one slight mention of a knife

Bangchan makes an appearance 

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Summary: You and your boyfriend go shopping and a stranger insults him. He claps back like the absolute king he is and he teases you about finding it hot. He also gives you cuddles because I like cute shit.

You and your partner Minho have been dating for 10 months. Your life has never been better because you have someone that you can truly let down your guard around and be genuine with. Before you two had met, the people in your friend group had always referred to him as cold and rude, but strangely loveable. You didn’t have very high expectations when you met him, to say the least.

 But when you went to your friend's house for a birthday party and saw him there, you couldn’t understand what everyone was talking about. When people saw how you two interacted their jaws would drop. Since you were known as a sweet, upbeat and kind person nobody could understand how you got along so well. 

The chemistry that you two had was surprising to everyone but Christopher, a mutual friend of you and Minho. Chris and Minho had known each other for years and Chris knew him inside out. Which is how he figured out that Minho had a crush on you. Whenever the two of you interacted, Minho’s icy personality would melt away and he would turn into a soft and blushy mess. He could also tell that you liked Minho because you would turn away from your infinitely kind persona and lightly tease him sometimes. Chris would tease him about liking you for weeks. Every time that he would tell Minho that you liked him back, Minho would deny it because of his own insecurities. 

Chris decided that he would hatch a plan. He invited both of you to a perfect setting for a first date. A beautiful restaurant with incredible food, cheap prices and private seating. A few minutes after both of you arrived, Chris was basically third-wheeling already. You and Minho were laughing about something that you said when Chris suddenly pulled out his phone and said “Guys, Berry tore up the furniture in my house. My roommate just texted me. I need to go home.” Despite your protests, he quickly scrambled away, leaving you and Minho alone. 

You two ate and talked for about 2 hours before he decided to drive you to a hill so you could watch the sunset. There was a pause in the conversation. His eyes met yours. Your heartbeat quickened. Your breathing slowed. His face was a stunning shade of bubblegum pink. He leaned closer. You closed the gap between you and him and you kissed. 

Now, here you are, ten months later at a grocery store with your hand comfortably intertwined with your boyfriend’s. “What fruit should we get this time babe? Strawberries or Raspberries?” he said. “Hmm. I’m not sure, but right now I feel like ice cream”. 

“That’s not a fruit” he laughed. “If we stuck it in a tree and put some seeds inside of it, technically it could pass as one.” “Y/N. I love you so much, but what the fuck goes on in your brain?”. He playfully poked your cheek as you pouted. “You love my brain.” “I do love your brain, but it’s not normal in any way.” “Just choose the cheapest one.” “Strawberries it is then.” “Can we also get strawberry ice cream? Please?” You asked. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said while walking over to pick up some ice cream. 

You had just come back from the chip aisle when you saw a random girl speaking to Minho. You weren’t the type to get jealous and you trusted your partner, so you just put the chips in the cart, allowing him to continue his conversation. 

“You should smile more! I see you here every week with that girl and you look miserable!” She pointed at you. “I just have an RBF.” “Wow! You’re just as rude as you come off! No wonder she’s ignoring you, she’s embarrassed to be seen near you.” The words that she said felt like a jab with a knife. You butted in. “I was just trying to be polite by not interrupting, but now I think I have to.” Minho looked at you with a smile as the girl continued. “Why is he so crabby all the time? Who hurt him?” 

“Maybe the reason I always look upset around you isn't because I’m just always like that. The call is coming from inside the house.” You smiled. You loved the bluntness of his personality. His remarks always made you laugh. He continued. “You have a bad vibe. You seem like the type of person to unironically say “Live laugh love” and talk about how ugly your “besties” are behind their backs. You want everyone to have the same “happy” facade that you have even though your real personality is just as cold as how I come off as.” This was the final straw for the girl. She seemed tongue-tied as she opened her mouth to say something and then walked away. 

“Holy shit, she was such a bitch! She came up to me, said hello and immediately started criticising my personality! What the actual fuck.” His rant was interrupted by you staring at him with wide eyes and a tinge of red covering your face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You avoid eye contact until you reach the car after paying for your groceries. 

“Ok don’t judge me.” “Oh no, what is it now Y/N” “Fuck, uh. What you said back there. What you did back there. Was actually really hot”. Even though you mumbled the last sentence, he heard you loud and clear. “Oh really?” You felt your face heat up. “Me being rude was hot? Oh my god you’re seriously blushing so much you look like you’re going to explode!” He was smirking as he leaned in closely, about to kiss you and then pulled away at the last second. “Okay It’s time to go home!” He was giggling about your reaction to not being kissed the whole ride back to your shared apartment. 

Your face was still cooling down while you put the items that you bought away and Minho was folding some newly washed washing. You flopped down onto the couch next to him and sighed dramatically. Minho ignored you. You sighed again, even louder than before. Minho ignored you. You sighed for a third time as Minho placed his hand over your mouth.

 “What do you want?” “Something that I deserve.” “The ice cream?” “No Minho, not the ice cream!” You laughed. “What is it?” “I don’t want to say it.” “Why?” “It's embarrassing” “And telling me about your secret kink wasn't embarrassing?” “It was, and now it's even worse.” He stopped for a second, thinking about the events of the day. His eyes lit up in realisation. 

“Oh! You want a kiss!” “Yes finally!” “No.” “No?” “No.” 

It had turned into a wrestling match. Minho was trying to run away from you while you hunted him down. Eventually, you had him pinned under your body weight. All of that was for a single kiss. “You’re blushing.” You said as his face heated up even more. “No, I’m not!” “Oh no maybe now I’ve discovered your secret kink.” You laughed and kissed him, and he melted into the kiss. 

You both ended up sitting on the couch cuddled up together with Minho’s arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed your neck. 

“Thank you.” You said, as your eyes fluttered shut. You didn’t need a blanket to sleep because Minho’s body heat was enough to keep you warm. As you slowly drifted off to sleep, you could feel kisses being planted on your face. 

The last thing you heard was a whispered “I love you” before you began to dream.

Author note: This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever written! TYSM for reading and advice is appreciated!

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I rewatched with my younger cousin Carmen sandiego and was thinking....

What if reader was an infamous theft criminal (cheeky little shit) and then there's saitama who is likely annoyed or just has pure excitement and determination because he keeps letting her slip from his grasp like bitchbsiwjke-

This is literally a Batman Catwoman and enemies to lovers sort of vibe

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(omg the idea of Saitama letting shit like this slide is like him totally edging himself fr asdfghjkl I'm so into it. I hope the wait for this was worth it for you! Sorry I took so long. I really need to write more enemies to lovers fr 🤧)

Brief Encounter (Saitama/Criminal!Reader)

Saitama thought today was a good day to get his grocery shopping done to get it out of the way. Who knows how busy the week is going to be? There are always monsters, and crime, and ridiculous prices on fresh vegetables. It's sort of consistent...chaotic, but consistent.

It's nice having sunsets to look at on a walk, between the colors in the sky and what it makes everything else look like in its light. Sometimes that blue sky can be a bit of an eyesore. Just too bright sometimes. The buildings above cast large shadows that make everything less obnoxious and more calming.

Beside him, he notices a small moment in the shadow of a building that just catches his eye by instinct. He follows the shadow with his eyes up to where it's coming from. Is it a cat? He wouldn't mind seeing one right now.

"Oh, seriously?" Saitama groans, realizing it's a familiar figure creeping around subtly on top of the building.

There's you too. You mean trouble. Someone he thought was just a petty criminal at first that the police could manage has made a real name for herself. In such a short time as well. He can't deny that's rather impressive.

He really doesn't get you. All this skill and potential you have is just going to waste on dumb things. The way you act towards him, too. Well, it makes him feel weird, is the best he can describe. You're really weird...and persistent about it...

He sighs to himself as he makes his way to the building you're likely going to cross, scaling it with one jump and blocking your path.

"Hey! Don't tell me you're doing what I think you're doing."

The sudden unexpected appearance of him surprises you, making you stop dead in your tracks. He isn't wearing his hero suit today, though, he's rather casual. A rare sight for you since your encounters are typically "professional" in nature. You straighten up with a smile as you take in his nice look.

"...Well if you must know, I haven't even done anything, yet! What, were you spying on me?" You tease.

"Yet? It's kinda early in the week for your nonsense, isn't it?" he replies, ignoring your question.

"And you're keeping tabs on my habits?" you laugh as you place a hand on your hip, "Saitama, am I really on your mind that much?"

It crosses Saitama's mind how casual he's gotten with this criminal. They even know each other's names now, along with, well, yeah, he's gotten pretty familiar with her habits.

"Don't get the wrong idea here. You might just be getting predictable."

"Oh, predictable? Is that it? Could you explain to me, then, why a hero goes out of his way to chase me down but not catch me? Really, if I'm so predictable I'd be easy to ignore and avoid. Or maybe...tattle and get me caught?"

Getting called out like that makes his face break its poker expression for a more irritated one. His eyes can't decide whether to stay on yours, or the sway of your hips as you make your way to him, but he remains grounded.

"I'm not gonna go out of my way to do the police's job. It's not worth wasting my time on, anyway. Like I said before, though, you should really sit and consider your potential to be a hero if you're this good at what you do."

He does flinch a bit when your face slowly leans in closer to his, with his cheeks dusting a shade of pink.

"Then why "waste" your time following me like this, hm?" you purr, "You just that nice of a guy? Trying to be everyone's hero?"

The corner of his mouth twitches slightly, with his brows setting a bit lower as his pupils dance from side to side, taking in the color of your eyes, and down to your lips.

"Seriously, ____? This is getting pretty cheesy," he dodges the question. His whole body now draws back a bit as you close in more, trying to keep space so your lips don't brush.

You reach up and grab his blushing cheeks to stop him from going any further, letting your eyes fall to his lips before looking back up. You can't feel the warmth of any breath from him. He's holding it.

"Mm, I like the way my name sounds when you say it~"

There's a darker shade that tints his cheeks hearing that. He lets a silence draw out before he shakes his head from your grasp then steps away, pushing you back with his hand to your shoulder and looking to his side.

"...Now you quit that," he mumbles.

"You know as much as I love to sit and chat with you, I really do have somewhere to be," you say as you side step around him, "I would hate to be late."

"You really get on my nerves...," He grumbles to himself, now trying to just avoid being close by letting you get around him.

"So I do have an effect on you?" You ask, turning your head back to him.

Saitama stares you down as he looks at the corners of your mouth tugging up. He points a finger at you, his face unchanging.

"You need to get your act cleaned up...and your attitude. It's gonna all come back to you one day. I don't think you can handle the taste of your own medicine."

"Well, if you ever have a day where you're more free, I can show you exactly what I can handle~"

The sultry sound of your voice sent with a wink makes the hand that pointed at you clench into a fist, redness sinking into Saitama's face deeper, "Will you- will you quit that!?"

"Enjoy your day off, Saitama!"

"Now wait a seco-"

A loud pop rings out before smoke fills his field of vision.

"Smoke Bomb?! THAT WAS REALLY CLICHE!" He shouts as his eyes navigate through the thick smoke. It wasn't hard to catch your location again, watching you run off. To him it's almost baffling. He could easily catch you. Hell, he could snatch you up and have you thrown in jail by lunchtime.

Yet he watches you make your escape, his eyes following the movement of your legs, up to your behind, your back, until you're out of his line of sight completely.

Saitama let's out a long sigh while he pinches the bridge of his nose, "This lady...I swear...why do I keep letting this slide?"

He rubs the tingling parts of his cheeks where you touched him as he starts walking off, grumbling to himself.

[umichenginabroad]

Week 5: Groceries, Madrid Musts, and Barcelona

The thing no one tells you about moving to a different country is that grocery shopping is exhausting. There are no brands you recognize, everything’s in different packaging, and even if you know the language, your food vocab probably isn’t extensive enough to know the difference between different types of milks or oils. Now in my fourth week of grocery shopping here. I thought I had the hang of things, but it still takes me like an hour to get two weeks worth of groceries. I have to walk around and figure out where what I need is, then sift through the twenty different options of the same thing by turning each item over and pretending that I understand the ingredients list enough to help me make a decision. I guess one perk of not knowing anything about the grocery store is that you get to discover new foods. Back home, my family’s always gotten the same bread, milk, eggs my whole life. So I have no idea if there’s a better brand out there. But here, I get to pick and explore. Last week, when buying cheese for sandwiches, I picked a random one and oh my gosh it’s the best cheese I ever had. Maybe when I get home, I’ll start being more adventurous with my grocery shopping. But yeah, mini rant over, and to summarize, if you’re going abroad and reading this, get mentally prepared to go grocery shopping.

In other news, this week, I went to see the sunset at Templo de Debod and also went to see Museo Sorolla. Both are musts in Madrid. Templo de Debod is an Egyptian temple that was moved to Madrid in order to be preserved. It’s a super cool piece of Egyptian history with a small museum inside, and it’s on top of a hill, so it makes for one of the most popular sunset spots. I really enjoyed watching the sunset here this week and will definitely be back! 

Even if you’re someone who doesn’t quite enjoy the big art museums (like the Prado), I can almost guarantee that Museo Sorolla will still be enjoyable. Joaquin Sorolla is a famous Spanish Impressionism-esque painter. His house in Madrid is turned into a museum, so you get to walk through his house while looking at his original paintings, furniture, gardens, etc. It really feels like more of a tour through someone’s life than an art museum. And it’s a small museum, so you can finish in about an hour, or two with the audio guide (which I loved so much and definitely recommend). I loved the gardens out front and how beautifully everything was preserved in the house. It really is a lesser known gem in Madrid. 

Another rather unconventional must in my opinion is Flying Tiger. Flying Tiger is a Danish chain of stores that sell things I can only describe as “things you didn’t know you needed until you see them”. I think it’s pretty aptly named because you’ve probably never thought of a flying tiger before, but now that I’ve said it- how cool would a flying tiger be? That’s exactly what everything in the store is like. Little knickknacks that you don’t really need, but are so interesting you’ll just need to have it. One of my favorite things were these little balloon clips that let you reuse the balloon instead of tying it. Like how cool is that??? It’s a dangerous shop to go into for sure, and you’ll probably end up buying something. But embrace it and go visit Flying Tiger for yourself. 

This weekend, I took a quick trip to Barcelona. Having already been there with my family back in 2019, I took the time to walk around, explore the more artsy districts, re-visit the Sagrada Familia since it’s just that beautiful, and went to the flea market. We also went to the Bunkers of Carmel which had gorgeous 360° views of the city. I remember liking Barcelona better than Madrid when I first visited with my family, but now that I’ve been living in Madrid for almost a month, going to Barcelona has made me realize how much I appreciate Madrid. Both are beautiful cities, but there’s just something about the liveliness and deep history and culture in Madrid that’s unmatched. 

So…you probably noticed there’s no drawing of the week today. Basically, I got my first Fluid Dynamics homework assigned and the time I would’ve spent drawing was spent on that. But I’m going to go ahead and say maybe there’ll be two drawings next week. 

You’ll have to wait and see :)

Isha Venkatesh

Mechanical Engineering

Comillas — Madrid, Spain

[inkelaab]

i wonder quite frequently what being loved feels like. is it how the movies describe it — passionate, scandalizing and breathtaking? or is it how the poets describe it — heartbreaking, agonizing and traumatizing?

but what if love is quiet and gentle and tender and feels like a cold breeze blowing on what is supposed to be a warm, sunny day in the month of July?

what if love is someone making you a warm cup of chai before they make themselves coffee because you they know you can’t function without the half teaspoon of sugar you put in it?

what if love is someone leaving the cozy embrace of their quilt and warming up your side of the bed because they know you can’t warm it up the bed on your own?

what if love is knowing that the vacuum being stacked up against the wall on a sunday morning means its cleaning day and since they aren’t home, you do the cleaning for them before they come back?

what if love is going into the grocery shop and buying a whole box of gum because you remembered how they mentioned they were craving some?

what if love is knowing they’re mad at you and the only way to make up is to get them a box of krispy kreme donuts, ringing their bell and running away because you know that way their anger will melt away in a heartbeat?

what if love is someone writing you notes of affirmation and sticking them on your laptop, knowing that you’ll keep those silly notes for years to come?

what is love is texting someone ‘i don’t feel too good’ and being brought hot chocolate directly to your room that’s seven floors away from theirs?

what if love is someone looking at you and knowing how your lip twitches when you mould your lips into a smirk and how your eyes aren’t actually black but the darkest shade of dark brown?

what if love is skipping classes because they said they want to hang out and what if love is lying when they ask if you had something lined up?

what if love is letting someone invade your personal space, regardless of the fact that you have boundaries?

what if love is washing the dishes in the shrewd winter with ice cold water because they know you’d get sick if you did the chore.

what if love is someone forgoing something that they want because they know you want it more?

what if love is being sent pictures of the sunsets and sunrises; pictures of the sea and the mountains because they know how much you adore the beauty the world has to offer?

what if love is being texted ‘look its raining’ not only as a means to remind you that they know you love the rain but also because they know you love making dua every time it is raining?

what if love was never about bold gestures and affirmations and words. what if it was never about red roses and chocolates and fancy dinners?

what if it was always about the little things, the things only those who pay close attention would notice?

what if love was always about being silent but the silence being comfortable? what if it was about knowing why green is the favorite color?

what if it was always about the stupid ramblings?

what if love is being seen without being looked at, what if love is knowing without having to ask, what if love is being understood without having to speak?

what if love is walking into a room and just knowing something is missing?

what if love is knowing that the first poem you ever wrote was about them even when it was not about them?

— what is love was always about making someone feel loved?

[voidingintotheshout]

Yeah, here’s my perspective on it as someone who grew up in suburban New Jersey. Two things happened. Generation X was starting to have kids and those new parents were very overprotective. Also, the late 90s was the rise of the big box store in America. Target, Walmart, Lowe’s, Home Depot, and many others. This meant that a lot of small towns lost their commercial businesses. A lot of places lost their grocery store, the ice cream parlor, hardware stores, small five and dime/department stores. This created the expectation that there wasn’t really anywhere to go in town so there was no reason as a kid to leave your property. This ended up being the beginning of what I would call the modern enclosure movement that created the expectation that the only people who should be outside in their own towns are people exercising, or walking the dog. This, combined with 9/11 meant that these overprotective parents were hesitant to let their kids go out and about in town since there was nowhere for them to go. Unsurprisingly, most of the restaurants that were left were ones that adults liked to go to that don’t really cater to unsupervised 10 year olds. (The local equivalent of a “fine dining” restaurant.) This is the reason why back in my hometown, there went from being a ton of places that a little kid could go to few and it being an expectation that the only people that are out and about are adults or kids that have a chaperone. It’s only gotten more intense now as now I can go back to my hometown and I get hassled by the cops for hanging out outside when “The strip mall is a private facility. If you don’t have business at one of the shops, then you need to leave.” I’m 43. Parks are closed at sunset so if you don’t have a reason to go somewhere, and why would you if you’re a kid, you’re not really allowed to leave your property. It didn’t used to be like this. This is all very new in terms of changes. I don’t know about the rural South because a lot of people will talk about being able to go out and hang out and explore but I don’t know if that’s just bullshit from a country song or if that’s the way it still is in rural places. 

[applesfromnaples]

101 reasons to live

1. Chicken nuggets

2. calm fall mornings

3. that warm cozy feeling while watching a movie in bed

4. The relief of feeling a warm meal hit your stomach after a long cold day

5. the warm sun on vour mid skin

6. making people smile

7. putting on fuzzy socks and snuggling into a blanket when cold

8. laughing so hard till you can't breathe

9. sleeping so good you wake up with blanket imprints on your arms

10. Hugs from tall people

11. Dancing to music when making yummy food

12. birds singing in the mid morning

13. unusual sights (people with mismatched clothes or parrots in grocery stores)

14. candy on Halloween

15. Christmas tree decorating

16. Thanksgiving dinner

17. the excitement to go clothes shopping

18. the happy tears you cry when accomplishing something you've been trying to do for a long long timedo for a long long time

19. The chaotic rush of Black Friday sales when it is not crowded

20. Lava lamps moving

21. Disney land

the warmth of freshly baked soft cookies

23. the triumph of finally taking that step

24. bacon crispy ness

25. making new friends easy

26. healing fast

27. sunrises

28. sunsets

29. bubble baths

30. the smell of THEM...

31. knowing your worth

32. making something ** new**

33. swimming on a hot day

34. eating tons of ice cream in winter

35. the cleanliness of freshly brushed teeth

36. seeing new movies in theatre

37. hot popcorn with tons of butter

38. stomach butterflies

39. Seeing your favorite artist in concert

40. Happy mid day car rides

41. blasting music home alone

42. fresh air coming through your house windows

43. balloon animals

44. white Christmas's

45. candy canes

46. bubble wrap pops

47. cracking your back after a long nap

48. stepping out of your comfort zone

49. loving someone

50. memes

51. pancakes

52. Getting better

53.being different

54. making fun of bald men

55. making immature jokes

56. costume parties

57. your favorite snacks

58. buying something you've always wanted

59. the feeling after a warm shower

60. your favorite meal

61. new foods

62. new places

63. board games

64. The feelings of wearing an outfit you love

65. The freshly lit scent of candles

66. pets

67. walk through Gardens

68. admiring yourself after you cry

69. stormy nights

70. double rainbows

71. festivals

72. craft fairs

73. the fair

74. your fav movie

75. new shoes

76. finding a new song you love

77. listening to a playlist an artist just released

78. Hot chocolate on a cold day

79. spending time w your fav person

80. cuddling with animals

81. The way the sun makes your eyes glow

82. the spark you get when talking abt your favorite thing

83. hot air balloons

84. overcoming a fear

85. finding a relationship w god

86. laughing with friends

87. the excitement to tell someone a new joke you learned

88. receiving compliments

89. the content feeling of a hardly worked day

90. pizza

91. telling someone no and standing by it

92. seeing new flowers bloom

93. watching nostalgic shows

94. smiling when you realize it's over

95. crying at weddings

96. watching old people hold hands

97. that feeling at 12:00am Jan 1st

98. funny coincidences

99. feeling attractive without makeup/that day

100. realizations of the better decisions you made

101. waking up another day without heartache

102. I love you, and best remember that❤️❤️

Whoops I mean 102 reasons to live💕

YOU ARE ENOUGH❤️

Creds: vanessapaniccia

[survey--s]

504.

What’s your favorite amusement park? I’ve only been to a handful - out of the ones I’ve visited, I think Alton Towers was probably the best in terms of rides and queuing time.

Do you know your social security number (or equivalent) off by heart? Nope.

What would you take to a potluck dinner? I have no idea, maybe a pasta salad.

Do you have any sisters? How is your relationship with them? I don’t have any siblings.

When was the last time you changed your hair and what did you do to it? I cut it a few weeks ago - I just got rid of the split ends and styled it a bit.

What’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done? I have no idea, I’m not a very romantic person.

Do you listen to audiobooks? No. I’ve tried listening to several over the years but I’ve never been able to just lie there and focus on a book like that.

Describe yourself in five words. Hard-working, organised, loyal, sensitive, animal-lover.

What was your favorite class in high school? History.

When was the last time you did laundry? Friday.

Do you own a leather jacket? Do you wear it often? I do but I haven’t worn it for years - it’s currently hanging up in the wardrobe in the spare room. I’m pretty sure it’s been there since I moved here lol.

Can you get Chinese food from a drive-thru in your town? No. Our nearest drive-thru anything is about 40 minutes away.

If you could choose your middle name, what would you pick? I’m actually quite happy with my middle name.

Would you rather see a sunrise or sunset? There’s something more magical about a sunrise.

Do you have any plans to buy any furniture in the near future? Nope.

When you go to bed, do you go to sleep straight away? No. I tend to go up around 9pm and mess about online for a couple of hours.

What do you do for a living? I run my own dog-walking business.

Do you own a suitcase? When was the last time you used it? Where did you go? I do indeed - I last used it when we went to the Peak District on holiday which was about five years ago, I think.

How many pets have you had in your life? Six in total - five cats and a dog.

Is there any soda in your fridge right now? Nope. We don’t tend to keep it in the fridge unless it’s the height of summer as I’m weird and not a huge fan of really cold drinks, lol.

Do you call it soda, pop, fizzy drink or something else entirely? I just call drinks by their name - so coke, Pepsi, Fanta etc.

Do you need to get any groceries right now? What do you need? We need toilet paper but I’ll get that after work tomorrow.

If I was visiting your town, what would you take me to see and do? Uh, we’d probably go the beach, get homemade gelato/cake from Riva and go for a meal at a nice pub. There really isn’t anything else to do here - we don’t have a cinema or shopping centre or anything like that.

What was the last thing you spent money on? Medication for the cat.

What subscription services do you have? Between us, we have Netflix, Prime, BritBox and Spotify.

Do you like olives? Yeah, I definitely prefer black ones, though I do like green olives with sundried tomato and feta cheese. 

Would you rather be too warm or too cold? Too cold. I get a headache if I’m too warm.

What’s your favorite name for a girl? Sophia or Caitlin.

How do you make your coffee? Milk and two sugars.

Do you know anyone who has a matching tattoo with someone? (including yourself)? Not so far as I know.

[fruitydiaz]

"Awfully convenient, you know. I have an empty hand… you have an empty hand…" prompt from this list for anon and @outlandishgal

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Buck and Eddie have been together for three years. They do things couples do after being together for three years.

They host barbecues in their backyard; Buck mans the grill under Bobby’s watchful eye while Eddie stands close by, holding conversations with their friends and sneaking glances at his boyfriend that are anything but overt—because it’s been three years and Eddie still hasn’t figured out why Buck operating the grill is a thing for him. All Eddie knows is Buck's bare arms get tan with the afternoon sun, and he smells warm like smoke, and summer, and beer, and it reminds Eddie of everything he never thought he’d get to enjoy, but he has in reach now.

They usher everyone out of their home by 9 pm because sorry, everyone, Eddie’s an old man and he needs his beauty sleep—that’s what Buck says. They clean most of the mess, save the rest for the next morning, and then Buck’s fast asleep when his head hits the pillow by 9:50.

They buy a new puzzle to work on every couple of months, huddle up next to each other in the kitchen with hot cups of coffee and mutual bed head, and sit at the table for hours ruminating over the puzzle until Buck’s leg starts to cramp. They take long walks through their neighborhood and catch up with their neighbors—and when they get to the park three blocks down and find it empty, Buck races Eddie to the swings and for a moment they forget that they’re both on the far side of their 30s.

They have a budget together because they’re reasonable, responsible adults who are trying to save up money to send their kid to college and we can’t just keep spending money on button-downs that don’t even fit you properly, Buck—that’s what Eddie says. Like the size of Buck’s button-downs really bothers him.

They sit down at the end of the week and build grocery lists together, Eddie moving through the house to take stock of whatever household goods they might be out of—they’re still good on detergent but they only have enough hand soap to take them through the next couple of days, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get some extra paper towels, Chris wants Buck’s famous homemade rice krispie treats so they need to make sure they grab those ingredients—while Buck types a list into his notes app.

Buck drives them to the store in his car because it has more space in the back for groceries—and Eddie’s addicted to the way Buck rests his hand on his thigh while he drives—and Eddie pushes the cart while Buck ticks items off his list. For the most part, they’re really good at following the list. They’ve learned to steer clear of the toy section when they go to Target because Buck shares half a mind with Christopher and hasn’t yet gotten the hang of not buying him something every time he stops by the store.

One time Buck made the mistake of saying something about how Chris was getting older and soon he wouldn’t care for toys and Buck wanted to buy them while he still thought they were cool—Eddie had ended up misty-eyed and choking back tears in the middle of the toy aisle while they hastily discussed what kind of Lego set they could get that Christopher would actually want to build with them.

They got him a miniature R2-D2 set that, to both of their relief, Chris thought was so cool.

They leave the cart in the store and load up all of their groceries into their arms, bumping shoulders as they walk, the way they’ve done as long as they’ve known each other.

“You know, Eds, this is pretty convenient,” Buck says one day when they’re walking through the parking lot. His free hand brushes against Eddie’s and Eddie glances over at him with his eyebrow raised.

“What is?”

Buck grins, “I have an empty hand…you have an empty hand…and we can just…”

He pauses, swinging his arm forward and scooping Eddie’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together. And then—because Buck’s a ridiculous sap and Eddie’s stupidly in love with him���Buck lifts their joined hands to his face and kisses the fingers intertwined with his own, and Eddie dissolves into an embarrassing, blushing, giggling mess.

They’ve been together for three years, and they’ve known each other more than double that, but Eddie still finds himself in awe sometimes of how much he loves Buck, and how gets to experience that love at random points like this—in the middle of the parking lot with the sun setting behind them, painting the sky lilac and pink, with Buck’s eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiles at Eddie, with their groceries piled up in their arms as they walk to their car, ready to drive home. Together.

“You’re ridiculous,” Eddie mumbles out of the corner of his mouth, looking away like Buck can’t clearly see the red of his cheeks.

“Yeah, but you love me,” Buck teases and Eddie can’t help but grin back at him.

“Yeah, I do.”

[bvsyhead]

if there was anything that clemetine was good it, it was keeping to the shadows. after coming back to life and being a puppet for an evil spirit, the banshee had enough of drama and just wanted to be left alone. living a life of solitude, but of course she had to go out sometimes. night time was the both the best and worst time for someone like her to be out, being a banshee meant that she sensed every death that took place in this god awful city. a place she once loved so much, had now turned into darkness and despair. now, she walked around cautious, headphones in her ears to help drown out the noises that filled her mind. that was until diana noticed her, with wide eyes, she pointed to herself and took out the headphones. "oh uhh, no i'm just trying to get some groceries." she smiled weakly, knowing that this was an odd thing to say, most people didn't save their shopping for when the sunset. the other was pretty, the type of pretty that made clem all nervous. "sorry, i'm not always very aware of my surroundings. bad habit when you live here..." she trailed off, now aware of her anxious babbling.

open starter (kingdom lost only)

Over the past year, Diana and the shadowed corners of New Orleans had gotten to know each other quite well. The social scene had all but died out, and she barely spoke to anyone outside of, well, blood bags. Most of the conversations engaged in were quickly compelled away afterward, leaving her feeling hollow in a way that made her question, well, everything.

Dining on one of her favorite blood bags in a dark alley, she stepped away from the girl with a broad, false smile. "Thank you so very much," she said. Brown eyes met the other's, pupils widening as she spoke, "Now forget this happened and go away." The blood bag quickly disappeared through the alleyway in the opposite direction, just as Diana wiped the remaining blood from her lips with a handkerchief and turned around.

Though the vampire often played the fool, she was not clueless about the person standing with her in the shadows. "Is there something I can help you with?" she asked with a soft, I wasn't doing anything smile, as she stepped in their direction.

[marksbear]

Markkkkkk buddy heyyy could I request a Stephen Strange x Vampire!reader where the reader comes home from maybe a walk or a grocery trip and he’s just super sad and moody and so he just walks past Stephen and goes straight to their shared room and a little while later Stephen comes in with some tea to ask what’s wrong and the reader explains that he’s sad cause he realized that he’ll outlive Stephen and after a bit more back and forth Stephen suggests that the reader turns him so that they’ll be together forever and so he does 😋☝️

Great it's one of my least favorite mutuals. JK JK I'm only joking I love you and I hope you enjoy this @prismuffin!

STEPHEN STRANGE X VAMPIRE MALE READER

"Excuse me young man..."

A weak voice says to Y/n catching his attention. Y/n turns to the voice and a small smile slowly grows on Y/n's face.

It's an elderly couple looking at Y/n. "Yes?" Y/n says looking at the men. "Could we have that? You have the last one and my husband loves that brand. But he was a bit shy to ask."

Y/n eyes the item in his hand before handing it to the couple. "Of course y'all can have it." Y/n answers with a smile. "Oh thank you may god bless you son."

The elderly man takes it and hands it to his husband giving Y/n one more smile before heading off with his husband.

Y/n stands in the aisle in a train of thought. "Growing old together." Y/n says his words are slipping out while he thinks of Stephen. Y/n shakes his head before going back shopping.

After the vampire is done shopping he begins his walk home with way too much on his mind. Soon enough he begins to feel overwhelmed just by the thought of him staying young and Stephen being old and slowly dying.

Like the universe is playing games on the vampire he sees couples of all ages passing by him. Y/n stops when he hears someone say "I could never live without you."

Y/n covers his ears with a sigh picking up his pace walking home.

ONCE the vampire finally arrives home he feels like hes gonna collapse. Y/n puts the bags on the table fast before making his way to the bedroom ignoring his long-term boyfriend in the process.

The doctor watches his boyfriend go past him not even sparing him a glance. Stephen doesn't waste any time going to the kitchen and fixes tea for him and his boyfriend. Stephen goes to the fridge and gets a blood bag. When the tea is done Stephen pours some of the blood into Y/n's cup.

Stephen takes the bag back to where it belongs and picks up the tray of tea walking to the bedroom. The cloak opens the door for Stephen and flies back to Y/n's lap.

"Made you tea. Just the way you like it." Stephen says putting the tray on the edge of the bed getting in the bed next to Y/n. "What's wrong dear?" Stephen asks with full concern in his voice.

"I'm going to outlive you..."

Stephen stares at Y/n thinking before putting his hand on Y/n's head playing with his hair calming down Y/n a little. "Stephen we can't do any of the things that you mortals love. Like growing old together! or uhm- fuck... Like uhm going to see a sunset together and other human things." Y/n cracks with some tears falling out of his eyes.

"Y/n. You don't need to worry about doing those regular things. What me and you have right now is more perfect than seeing some dumb sunset."

"And technically we can grow old together just that your face and body won't show it unlike mine."

"What about death? You and me can't always be with one another. Eventually you're gonna die and i'm immortal. And I don't know if I can your death." Y/n asks quietly and is a bit shy to talk about this.

"You're scared of losing me?" The doctor asks getting a nod yes from his boyfriend. "So. Just turn me into a vampire." Stephen suggests like it was obvious. Y/n ponders for a bit looking at Stephen.

"We will be together forever. Better than marriage in my opinion if you ask me." "We can't even get married the government and almost everyone else thinks I'm dead." Y/n thinks a bit more before sitting up and stares at Stephen.

"Do you trust me?"

"Wouldn't be here if I didn't."

"You're such an ass Stephen." Y/n says back with a laugh not expecting anything else from his smart ass of a boyfriend.

Y/n kisses trails on Stephen's jaw going lower and kissing random spots on his boyfriends neck until he finds the vein. Y/n kisses the part and gives it a few licks.

"Y/n your turning me into a vampire not a---"

Stephen is cut off when Y/n's fangs dig deep inside his flesh. Stephen feels like pushing Y/n away, but like the cloak read his mind it wraps itself around Stephen holding him still. The doctor bites his lips trying to contain the noises of pain hes feeling.

Soon enough Stephen feels lifeless his body giving out laying its full weight on Y/n. Y/n pulls away looking at Stephens body before biting his own wrist ripping some skin off for blood to come out. The vampire moves his wrist Stephen's mouth.

Stephen immediately uses the strength he has left holding Y/n's arm still as he drinks the blood. Soon enough Stephen gets the strength back in his body and only some of his color back.

Y/n moves his arm away much to Stephens displeasure. "I know you're hungry. Lets go to the kitchen and give you a blood bag." Y/n has to carry Stephen to the kitchen putting him on the counter before he opens the fridge getting a blood bag to Stephen.

"I just remembered you're a doctor. More specifically a surgeon." Y/n says watching his boyfriend eat. "Maybe I should call you a baby bat." Y/n teases laughing when he imagines Stephen's first day back at the job now as a vampire.

"Can't wait to spend the rest every single day with you."

THE END

[nerdycrusadecomputer]

Your favorite boy <3 | TOH Hunter

Hillow it is i the (not so great) Lana! Muahahaha

So yeah this is a hunter x reader fic just wanted some fluff ad angst? If you can even call it that, so yeah, I'll be checking any misspelled words or grammatical errors tomorrow :) now let's get on with da fict!

Key words: y/n - your name; h/l - hair length; h/c - hair colour; e/c - eye colour

Hunter x gn!witch!reader

Warnings: hunter not knowing what a crush is, tooth rotting fluff, angst?

---Hunter's pov---

"hunter over here!" Someone yelled, i turned around to see that that someone was y/n, a warm mile appeared on my face as they flailed their arms around

"coming!" I yelled running towards them as i giggled in excitement, i was soon right next to them as they jumped up and down, i looked at them confused, not knowing what they were exited about

"what's up?" I asked

"today's the opening of the carnival dummy! I'm so exited that you actually gave up your free day to go to the carnival with me!" They yelled excitedly as they ran around in circles

"well anything for a friend!" I said as i took their hand, i could have swore i saw them frown but when i turned around to look at them they had a huge smile on their face so i thought nothing of it

---time skip---

"never thought kids would be that dangerous." Y/n said as i chuckled

"you sould haw listened to my warnings" i said biting down on my pretzel

"well you know i don't listen to you." They mumbled sitting next to me

"that's concerning considering that i am THE golden guard." I proclaimed as i flipped my hair 'worm' as y/n called it, they giggled as they looked at the sunset i just couldn't help but admire their beautiful face how their beautiful h/l h/c hair matched their perfect face and beautiful e/c coloured eyes, wait what am i thinking?!?! Their my best friend!

"what're you staring at Goldie?" They asked as they turned towards me

"do i have left over mud on my face from wrestling that pig?" They asked as i chuckled

"yes actually, right... there." I said as i reached out to their cheek and started to rub off the mud, but i just couldn't stop myself from focusing on their face again, 'my Titan- they looked so beautiful from this angle' i thought as i put y hand under their chin

They were quite surprised by this action as their blush quickly caught on their cheeks and ears, i slowly started to lean in as i closed my eyes and right as our lips were about to touch they screamed out

"WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD ITS THE MORNING!" they yelled as their face morphed in to Luz's face?!?!

-

I jumped up from my matrice as i screamed in fear

"oh my Titan Luz! You scared me half to death!" I screamed at the girl

"yeah yeah whatever, you must have been having a great dream because you didn't reply when we called you for breakfast, you even didn't wake up when Vee tried to wake you up, which is pretty rare." She said as she got up, "anyway breakfast is ready and everyone is waiting for you so hurry up and get dressed!" She added as she walked out of the room and slammed the door shut, i let out a long sigh and flopped down on the bed as i repeated the last scenes of my dream, excluding when Luz tried to wake me up of course, and it was like a memory i had when me and my friend y/n went to the carnival, but I'm guessing my mind just switched on what actually happened, but why did it do that? Why do i blush every time i think about them? Why-

"HUNTER!" Mrs Noceda yelled

"COMING!" I yelled back as i jumped from my matrice and flew out of the door to the dining room, as flapjack quickly followed me

---time skip---

Throughout the whole week that dream kept repeating over and over in my dreams, as well as some of the other memory's i had with her that were also flipped and changed around, and every time i think about them i feel weak in the knee's, and the only logical way, at least for me, was to ask for help, so i went to Gus, probably not my best option but everyone else was out grocery shopping so he was my only hope

"hey Gus?" I said as i entered the bedroom that all of us were sharing

"hey hunter!" He said enthusiasticly as he paused whatever he was watching and turned to me

"what do you need?" He asked, i sighed and sat down next to him

"I'm having confusing feelings." I said, looking down at the floor

"well, umm, if you want me to help you can explain those feelings?" He said, well more like questioned, i nodded

"well umm, there's this friend that i had back at the Boiling Isles, before even we caught the owl lady for the first time and their name was y/n, and recently I've been thinking more and more about them, like having these strange dreams with us almost kissing at the end of them or something like that, and every time they cross my mind my knees feel weak, heat rises to my cheeks and i feel like i want to throw up butterfly's, and when the thought of them getting hurt from the collector, or anyone for that matter, i feel sad and weak, the thought of anything happening to them makes me want to murder the person or thing that did anything to them, even if the witch, monster or thing is ten times stronger than me, i-i just want to give them everything i have, but i feel like that still won't be enough, like if i could give them the whole world i would, and yeah that's pretty much it." I said as i finally looked at Gus, to see him in complete shock, i mean eyes wide mouth open kind of shock

"what?" I said, i then heard multiple screeches from the door, oh no

"OH MY TITAN, HUNTER YOU HAVE A CRUSH!" Amity screamed

"THIS MOMENT NEEDS TO BE SAVED!" Luz screeched as she ran in the room and took her phone that was previously playing whatever Gus was watching

"No, nonononononono, it's not like that! I don't have a crush!" I said nervously laughing as i scratched the back of my head

"well it doesn't sound like it!" Luz said as she played a recording... OF MY RANT?!?!

"You, RECORDED THIS!" i yelled at her ad i jumped up from the floor

"of course i record everything." She said shaking her phone left and right a bit before stopping

"whatever I'll just go and get some fresh air." I said as i pushed past the girls, that were swarming at the door

"don't run away from the truth!" Luz screamed as i rolled my eyes and scoffed, i got a beanie that was on the coat hanger and put it on covering my half of my ears as i went outside towards the worn down cabin, and how we all got to the human realm in the first place, i sighed and frowned as i looked back at the sad memory but quickly shook my head as kind of a sign for my head to shut up, i soon felt something light stand on my shoulder as i looked to my right to see flapjack standing there, he chirped happily as i smiled and petted him

"you always manage to cheer me up, just like y/n."

---

I soon saw the cabin behind the trees and i let out a sad sigh, when i arrived at the front door of the cabin i looked at it for a good minute, my mind re-imagining what happened almost a month ago, i reached for the doorknob and took a deep breath, i closed my eyes and opened the door, i waited a few seconds, already hearing flapjack chirping but i brushed it off and thought he saw a pigeon or something like that, i opened my left eye a little bit before both of my eyes opened widely in shock, it looked beautiful, all kinds of colours were splotched all around and it looked like there were some stars

"woah." I said underneath my breath, but that amazement slowly turned in to fear as i saw a figure coming in to sight, i took a step back but i forgot that it was an old cabin so i tripped on a loose peace of wood and fell just before the stairs, the figure got closer and closer and it got more familiar

"Hun€r?" A corrupted voice asked as i froze in fear, it knew my name

"Hunter?" A more clear voice called out, and my eyes went wide, not from fear, but from shock and happiness, that voice sounded like

"Y/n?" I asked as i stood up, soon the shadow started sprinting towards me and as it went through the portal the shadow quickly became a figure i could remember

"Y/N!" i screamed out of happiness as i wrapped my hands around their waist and spined them in circles, we both let out laughs and giggles of happiness, as we fell on the soft grass, laughing lightly, as soon as my laughter died down, i hugged them tightly and buried my face in to their neck

"I'm so glad you're here." I said

"me too Goldie." Y/n said as she returned the hug with equal strength, my eyes started to tear up as i started to sob, i could also hear y/n sobbing, but between the sobbing slowly started to form laughing

"god why are we so sensitive." Y/n said as they laughed, tears streaming down their face, probably from the intense happiness that they were experiencing, i mean i couldn't blame them, i was also crying, but i was as well getting snot all over their what looks to be dirty shirt

"i don't know!" I laughed along as i finally got my face out of their neck wiping the snot off of my nose

"I'm sorry that i got snot on your shirt." I said as i continued wiping my nose with my hand

"not a problem, I've been through worse for the past month or so, but don't worry tho, it wasn't that bad." they said as they brushed off the snot of themselves

We stared in to each other's eyes for a while, i couldn't take it anymore! I grabbed their chin

"consent?" I asked laughing a little, they just groaned

"c'mere you!" They said as they grabbed the back of my head and connected sour lips

It felt like fireworks were erupting everywhere as we were kissing, and i couldn't be more happier, as we pulled away i opened my eyes and looked deeply in to theirs

"wait- you cut your worm!" They yelled as they got up

"oh c'mon it was about time i cut it off!" I yelled

"but i liked the worm, i even gave it a name!" They yelled as they crossed their arms, suddenly chirps were heard next to me, and what seemed to be a sound of someone familiar talking

"y/n, i re-eat do y- copy?" A glitched out voice was heard, y/n quickly grabbed a walkie talkie "Yes i copy!" They yelled at the walkie talkie "can you hear me?" They questioned, "y-s we can, bu-t it's a bi- glitchy." The voice said, "h-ow is it there?" The voice, "it's fine but it is far to risky to sent another person through the portal, i barely ended up finding the portal to the human realm." They said, "ok-y the portal i-s closing stay in the human realm and find Lu-" before the person on the other end could finish their sentence the door to the cabin slammed shut

"who was that?" I asked

"Eda, we were on a mission to get all of you back and find a way to create a new key for the portal we have created but it took me way to long to find the human realm and now we're stuck here again, and it's all my fault." Y/n said as they started to tear up

"nonononononono, wait- don't cry, were gonna find a way to get to the other realm, i mean you already found a way! It's just gonna get faster from here." I said as i hugged them from behind, we stayed like that for a few minutes until a question popped up in my head

"say... How'd you get the titans blood anyway?" "I'd rather not go in to detail." Y/n said as she shivered

"okay? Wanna go to your new temporary home darling?" I said as i stood up and extended my hand

"oh of course my love." They said as they took my hand and we started walking towards Luz's house

"i love you Hunter." They said as they rested their head on my shoulder, still holding my hand

"I love you too y/n." I said as i interlocked our fingers and by doing that resting our hands in a more comfortable position

Well everyone is gonna freak out

Hillow :) finished this! Anyway i don't know what to write in this a/n solo yeah hope you're having a great day/ afternoon/ night

Oh and sent request's/asks!

Bye!!!

[dememetor]

HEY HEY HEY

I love your writing, can I please get jealous hcs for anyone? Please include suna thi he's my latest brainrot hAHA

hi, thanks for the request! and suna brainrot?? bitch me too the fuck. anyways, hope you enjoy~

(also sorry this is kinda late, i've rewritten iwaizumi and bokuto ones a million times)

Haikyuu boys when they're jealous

characters suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, kenma kozume

warnings none but i'm probably gonna say fuck at some point

Suna Rintarou

he tries to be chill about it, he does

it hurts his ego to be this clingy but god

he can't help but to feel that sour sting of jealousy when he sees another guy approaching you

at first will only take a quick glance from afar, just to check if the guy is bothering you, and then promises himself to stay out of your business

well he doesn't

once he decides the guy has lost talking-to-y/n-alone privilege, he will nonchalantly make his way towards you, one hand in his pocket, other sneaking its way to your shoulder, resting his elbow and giving the poor boy a menacing look

he can be pretty intimidating too with that eyeliner and all

(but that look only works on people that don't know him well, he tried it on atsumu once and the latter just laughed in his face)

not the type to be openly jealous but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you he will start to give you the Glance

blinks slowly (you know, like that one blonde haired guy gif) and looks at you through raised eyebrows as if to say hey babe, i love you and i trust you. what the fuck tho

and when the guy starts being borderline creepy he'll appear between you - and i mean literally will inject himself between you two and strike a conversation with you as if nothing weird happened

they usually get the hint, but this one guy tried to go around him, still rambling about whatever and suna literally turned on his heel and said "come again?" with such unrivaled coldness, his eyes exuding just sheer fucking spite

but like i said, unless the other guy is asking for it, he's not the type to start a direct confrontation

will take you by the hand and leave without much thought because he simply doesn't have the time for that shit

he might seem grumpy afterwards but a couple of soft kisses usually do the trick

soft kisses which are followed by a breathless make out session with you on his kitchen counter because he still wants you to know you're only his

Kuroo Tetsurou

this little bitch

never gets jealous

and i mean never

once pretended he was jealous just to make you feel better (??? his logic? unparalleled) but once you found out you beat his ass

loves it when you get jealous though (he thinks it's cute)

sometimes he does get insecure, but he shows it in an unusual way

like if you've been talking to someone, smiling at your phone for a while he'll just get up and randomly do a couple puhs-ups, start flexing his muscles and shit

all while you're looking at him like,,

"babe, what are you doing"

"oh i didn't think you'd notice me there. since you're on your damn phone all day"

"...are you my mom?"

nah he'll be fine (will steal your phone though)

also it's the funniest thing when he sees someone trying to flirt with you

he will literally walk over there, introduce himself (not mentioning he's your boyfriend) and act really interested in the conversation

he plays this game where he tries to see how long will it take the guy to realise you two are together (longest time: 24 minutes, record holder: yahaba shigeru)

whenever the guy asks you something he will interrupt you and answer for himself as if the guy were flirting with him

"so, like what do you do in your free time?"

"not mu-"

"oh i love taking long walks on the beach, especially during sunsets. i really think it is healthy for the mind and the soul, not to mention quite romantic too. don't you too love sunsets, kevin?"

at one point kevin will have had enough of it

"i was talking to y/n alone here"

"aw don't worry, you're not bothering me"

he is such a pain in the ass

why can't he just be normal

Iwaizumi Hajime

rational, mature, i love him

seriously, he is the bestest boy and he will treat you so well because he trusts you and respects your friendship with other guys as well

but on those rare occasions when he does get jealous,, oh boy

first of all, the PDA skyrockets, he has to have his arm around you at all times - around your shoulder? on your waist? in your backpocket? his hand's been there done that

not in any way possesive but will be really annoying unless you give him your full undivided attention that day

he lets himself be selfish a bit, after all he is your boyfriend he can have you all to himself for a day, right?

jealous sex with him? better prepare a wheelchair cause you want be able to walk straight tomorrow

sees a boy trying to flirt with you? tries not to make a scene but absolutely will throw the first punch if he needs to

one day he was having a particularly rough time at practice and all he wanted to do was lose himself in your arms and fall asleep to the feeling your fingertips tangled in his hair

and then he saw this?? guy? (the audacity!) laughing with you after telling some dumb joke and let me tell you - iwaizumi wasn't having any of it

he came up to you from behind, wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a small kiss on the crook of your neck

"when are we going home, love?"

and he gives him the calmest yet most fear inducing stare from behind you

and suddenly the pattern on poor boy's pants starts to look awful lot like piss stain

it is actually kinda hot how one single look from him can cause such a reaction

"he was just asking about english homework babe"

"yeah that's what they all say"

Bokuto Koutarou

gets jealous so so easily

it is actually fascinating

will get mad at otome games

"what does jumin han have that i don't???"

god forbid you pay attention to your pet more than him (btw you have a golden retriever and his name is bean)

you're sitting on the couch cuddling with your dog, scratching his ears, ruffling his fur and all that, and there he is, your clingy boyfriend, snuggling right next to you, demanding you play with his hair too

so dramatic

"you smiled at him... the way you used to smile at me..."

"bokuto, he's a dog"

the only guy he trusts 100% to be around you is akaashi, even kuroo is on thin ice

but him and akaashi are something else, one time you three had a sleepover and you felt like you were the third wheel

will act like a tough serious boyfriend in front of others, especially your other guy friends but in reality will look for affection immediately after

oh while we're at it - jealous bokuto kisses? are the best kisses

will also force you to wear one of his shirts for the rest of the day

my poor man is so touch starved so when he feels insecure or jealous he will look for comfort in things like holding your hand, nuzzling your neck or giving forehead kisses

but later that day, when you two are sitting on the couch cuddling he will quietly ask you something along the lines of "you still think i'm pretty, right?"

you can feel him all over you - his hands are creeping down your waist, he's pulling you in, deepening the kiss until all you can see, think and feel is him

he wants to show you exactly how much he wants you and what you were missing out on while you weren't paying attention to him

and it shocks you for a moment because you didn't realise just how much that one short moment of jealousy actually stayed with him

you have to reassure him he's the most beautiful boy you have ever met, and not only that, but also the funniest and the most caring person as well, and that you would never leave his side no matter what happened

and as much as he loves getting praised he always gets embarrassed, so he just smiles in return, but he is also happy to know you're there for him and you don't think he is too much

Kenma Kozume

it depends on his mood honestly

sometimes he doesn't mind it even if the other guy is flirting with you and sometimes will get pissy if you smile at the cashier

but when this boy gets really jealous oh my GOD

he is just like bokuto if not worse; he just hides it so well

one time you went grocery shopping with him and spent the entire time texting your friend who had just told you she was visiting your city

and he got so offended

you didn't even notice it until later that day when you came home and he suddenly refused to cuddle with you

silent treatment

lifts his nose and ignores you, only giving you dirty side glances from under the eye

such a massive sense of pride in those 170 cm even oikawa would be impressed

in my country there's a saying "it's in the smallest bottle that the poison lies" and honestly? yeah

at some point you realise why he's acting like that and you start teasing him

"i am not jealous i am just mildly irritated" is the only thing he deems necessary to say before going back to being unnecessarily pissed

he reminds you of an angry cat

it's kind of amusing seeing him like this but you were also getting real tired of his shit

don't even try bribing him (you tried buying him over with a ps5 but he just looked at you unimpressed, disgusted that you think so low of him)

the only thing he will accept is a sincere apology

if it's sincere or not is up to him to decide, obviously

which can lead to quite some bickering

will try to get you to beg but please have dignity, if you do it once he will make you do it every time

yeah generally a lttle shit but his kisses after making up are just as eager as yours so

[contemplativepancakes]

sunsets for somebody else

Daphne runs into her long lost husband arguing with another man in the grocery store. Things start to take a turn when she realizes they're married.

The bottle of bleach drops from Daphne’s hand into her cart, landing with a sloshing thud as she takes in the scene in front of her, frozen in her tracks. Emmanuel is standing right in front of her, arguing with another man about cleaning supplies.

Wearing a beige trench coat for some inexplicable reason—it’s almost 90 degrees outside—Emmanuel listens to a man who’s explaining in minute detail how to clean an oven. They’re both wearing wedding rings, and Daphne’s heart swells for a moment before she realizes it’s a different ring from the one she gave Emmanuel all those years ago.

“Dean, I don’t think this is safe for Jack. This is going to create noxious fumes,” Emmanuel says, squinting at the ingredients of the cleaner apparently-Dean had thrust at him.

Dean pinches the bridge of his nose, and Daphne squeezes the handle of her shopping cart harder, feeling faint. It’s not every day you come across your long lost husband at the Stop N’ Shop.

“I think the kid can take some fumes,” Dean says, plucking the bottle out of Emmanuel’s hands and putting it in the cart. “We wouldn’t even have to worry about this if someone didn’t let the pizza fall onto the bottom of the oven.”

“The directions said to put it directly on the middle rack!” Emmanuel protests, and Dean rubs a hand down Emmanuel’s back in a familiar way that makes Daphne’s stomach roil.

She’s not jealous, she’s not. She was just helping Emmanuel when she found him, after all. Their marriage was simply one of…convenience for Emmanuel. It’s not like he had a birth certificate with him, or a social security number. What did Daphne get out of all this? Well. Daphne looks at his cheek bones wistfully, her gaze dipping down to his strong forearms his trench coat is rolled up to reveal.

Dean rolls his eyes fondly, and then he tugs Emmanuel into his side, kissing him on the temple. Daphne jerks her stare away for a moment before returning it, noticing now that their wedding rings match.

“Emmanuel?” she chokes out, against her better judgment.

For a long second, she doesn’t think Emmanuel heard her, but he turns around. “Daphne?”

Daphne nods, her words forsaking her. She doesn’t miss the way Dean clutches possessively at Emmanuel’s hip.

“I…thought you were dead,” she finally says. “I filed a missing person report.”

Dean squints at her, before something like recognition passes over her face, and now that she thinks about it, Daphne recognizes him, too. He’s the one who showed up right before everything went to shit. Horror stories of Stockholm syndrome flash through her mind.

“Emmanuel, are you…happy?” she settles on.

Emmanuel gives her a smile, leaning harder into Dean. “I am.”

“Good. That’s. Good,” she says, a strangled look on her face, she’s sure. “Would you want to catch up some time?” she asks before she fully registers what’s coming out of her mouth.

Emmanuel gives her a warm smile. “I’d love that.”

As they set up a time to get coffee, Daphne tries to ignore the glare Dean levels at her throughout the whole conversation. He insists that their meeting be tomorrow, since apparently they won’t be in the area for long. Daphne tries to ignore the warning bells in her mind that tell her she’s about to get murdered and takes solace in the fact that at least they’re meeting in a public place.

Besides, even if Emmanuel’s husband is a serial killer, surely Emmanuel won’t let him murder her, right?

-

The next day, Daphne hems and haws as she debates what to wear. Whatever this is, it’s the exact opposite of a date, anyway. She knocks on the door of her foster child, Alex, to wake them up before she goes into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. Really, she’s just doing it for herself. She’s allowed to want to look nice!

When she finally deems herself as ready as she’s going to get, she goes back to Alex’s room to make sure they’re actually up. To her pleasant surprise, they’re sitting on the edge of their bed putting on their socks and almost ready. “Excited for school today?” she asks.

Alex makes a face at her. “Never,” they say, but their voice at least has the edge of a smile to it.

They’ve come a long way since they were first placed with her, and even though Daphne knows she shouldn’t be getting overly attached, she can’t help it. She walks down the steps and into the kitchen, deliberating for a moment on breakfast before putting frozen waffles into the toaster. If she’s about to get murdered while Alex is at school, she can at least make sure the last thing she made for them wasn’t cereal.

Alex tromps down the steps, dragging their bookbag behind them, and Daphne hides her smile behind her glass of orange juice. Alex lights up at the sight of the waffles, disturbingly easy to please, as always. They inhale them, as teenagers do, before putting their dishes in the sink. Daphne cracks open her laptop as they wait for the bus, attempting to get some of her work done for the day since she’ll be taking a break later for the coffee. She really hopes her boss doesn’t try and call her while she’s out.

Or, maybe she does. She’s not sure she’s prepared for the level of awkwardness that she’s about to go through, but maybe it won’t be as bad as she thinks. She really wants to know what Emmanuel has been up to for all of this time. She’s still…embarrassingly hung up on him, and it would be nice to get some closure.

The bus pulling up in front of the house jerks her out of her thoughts, and she gives Alex a wave before they race off to get on. She watches them settle into a seat with one of their friends, and smiles at the fact that they even have friends now.

In the end, Daphne doesn’t manage to get much work done before she clambers into her car and drives to the coffee shop they agreed on. She doesn’t really think she needs caffeine with the way her leg is bouncing already.

Emmanuel and Dean are already there when she walks in, Emmanuel with a cup of black coffee he’s dumping sugar packets into and Dean with something with whipped cream and chocolate syrup drizzled on top. She gives them a tentative wave before ordering hot chocolate for herself, settling herself delicately in the seat across from them.

“So,” Dean says. “You were Cas’s wife?”

She squints. “Cas?”

Emmanuel speaks up. “After I regained my memories, I remembered that was my name.”

“Oh.” Smiling weakly, she tries to reconcile that. “You have them all back now?”

Emman—Cas nods.

“Just forgot about me, though?” she tries to ask lightly, but it comes out a little garbled.

“You took advantage of him!” Dean explodes from the other side of the table, making Daphne flinch. “Who the fuck finds someone naked with no memories and marries them?”

“Dean,” Cas chastises, his arm shifting like he’s putting his hand on Dean’s thigh under the table.

“I was helping him,” Daphne says hotly. “Would you have just wanted me to leave him there?”

Cutting Dean off before he can say anything else, Cas looks at Daphne and smiles in a way that makes her heart flutter. “I’m very grateful. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to let you know I was alright.”

Dean crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair, taking a sip of his sugar monstrosity. He comes away with a whipped cream mustache, and it’s hard not to laugh as he wipes it away in total seriousness.

“So,” Daphne says. “You two have a kid? Jack?”

Scowling, which seems to be Dean’s automatic reflex, he exchanges a glance with Cas before softening. “Yeah, we have a kid. He’s four.”

Daphne thinks maybe Dean should have been a little bit more concerned about the fumes of cleaning chemicals if they have a four year old, but she keeps her judgments to herself. Cas beams. “He’s very bright.”

Returning the smile tentatively, Daphne asks, “How long have you two been married?”

“It’s almost our one year anniversary,” Dean says gruffly.

Daphne tries not to let it affect her, even if that’s more time than she ever got with Cas. “Practically newly weds, then!”

“It’s been an adventure; that’s certain,” Cas says, smiling serenely even as Dean elbows his ribs. “Tell us about you, Daphne. What have you been doing?”

Daphne shrugs a shoulder. “Oh, not too much.” Mourning the man I pulled out of the woods and saved and married, she doesn’t say. She knows Emmanuel never felt the same way about her that she did him. “I got approved to be a foster parent, so I’ve had a few kids come through.”

“Helping people has always been your calling,” Cas says softly.

Daphne takes a few minutes to gush about Alex, and her previous kids before them, before she notices Dean’s not actively glaring at her anymore.

“That’s…nice,” he begrudges when she finishes.

“What do you do, Dean?”

Looking like he just dropped something on his foot, he stammers before he hastily says, “I work construction.”

Daphne squints at him. She has the feeling he’s lying to her, but she has no idea why he would be.

“And what about you, Cas?”

“Oh, I mostly just take care of Jack.”

“You’re a stay at home dad?” she asks, the thought making her stomach twist into knots and heat rise to her face.

“Of a sorts,” Cas agrees.

God, they’re making it impossible to carry on a conversation with them. Daphne keeps a smile pasted to her face. “What do you two do for fun?”

“I’m convinced Dean thinks fun is superfluous,” Cas confides, even as Dean splutters at him. “But I like to drag him to thrift stores with me. Dean likes to bake, also.”

“I work on cars, too,” Dean says, and Daphne can feel his desperation to maintain his facade.

She tries not to quirk a smile at his discomfort. They chat for a while longer, Dean getting increasingly dodgy about the questions she asks before she finally excuses herself to go to the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her and looks down at the dank floor. Is she getting what she wanted out of this? She has no idea what she even imagined happening when she asked to catch up. Emmanuel running away with her? Maybe in her wildest fantasies. Taking a deep breath to ground herself, she looks in the mirror and checks her makeup, rubbing at her under eye circles before walking back out of the bathroom.

Cas is at the counter ordering another drink, for Dean, by the sound of the sugar content, and she walks over to him. Hesitating before she bites the bullet, she asks, “You’re not…like, being held against your will, right? That Dean seems,” she pauses, “interesting.”

Cas laughs warmly, putting a hand over Daphne’s. “No, nothing like that. This is a choice of my own free will, believe it or not. Dean is much more caring than he lets on.”

Well, Daphne’s not sure she believes it, but. At least he’s happy, and in the end, that’s all she’s ever wanted for him.

[elysianslove]

eHm can you pls write some fluffy iwaizumi mini hcs?

can i ever,,, ugh yes. suna’s version here! 

↬ when the two of you first started dating, iwaizumi didn’t kiss you for a very long time. at first it seemed like he was just hesitant, or being respectful, trying to let you set the pace for intimacy instead. he admitted later to you, though, that he hadn’t had his first kiss yet, and it wasn’t that he wasn’t sure about sharing it with you, it was more that he was so sure that he wanted you to be his first that he couldn’t afford any mess up. he was shy. to his relief, you didn’t rush him at all, and instead found different ways to show your affection to him. 

↬ which leads to my point of iwaizumi adoring cheek kisses. for a good couple of months, you still hadn’t shared your first kiss, so you resorted to similar displays of affection, like cheek kisses. he found himself so comfortable with the feel of you reaching up, leaning on his shoulder with both hands as you press a kiss to his cheek. it’s his favorite public display of affection. because of its significance (in relation to your respect towards him, and the fact that you’d gone out of your way to find different ways to show your affection), cheek kisses hold a special place in his heart. nothing makes his heart beat as fast as when you grab his jaw in a fit of happiness and press a long, wet kiss on his cheek. against all odds, it makes him smile a smile unlike any other, and the blush that taints his cheeks and spreads along his nose and to the tips of his ears is a gift on its own. 

↬ wait that reminds me!! iwaizumi cannot lie, like whatsoever. if it’s very, very necessary, like to protect his friends or to cover for them or to protect a surprise planned, then maybe. but otherwise, he’s very obvious. now it’s more obvious to people closer to him than others, because if you focus enough, his ears tend to twitch a little when he’s lying, and it’s literally the cutest thing ever. because he’ll have this very serious face on, trying to spew out a lie, and then his ears twitch and he’s done for. 

↬ iwaizumi is a really good gift giver, because no one pays attention the way he does. and even if he barely knows anything about the person, he somehow can pick out something they like very well. his gifts tend to be more sentimental, and when it comes to receiving, he’s so bad at — saying thank you? at receiving them? he just gets all red and fidgety and starts saying things like, “you really shouldn’t have,” and, “why would you spend your money on me?” please someone sugar mama/daddy him.

↬ it doesn’t matter if you can drive or not, iwaizumi will never ever let you. he insists on driving, no matter how tired he is. he always plays your favorite music, and he talks to you the whole ride. like he loves to have you leaning close to him on your elbow, chin tucked in your palm, and the two of you are just chatting. 

↬ which leads me to this: iwaizumi loves your voice. he can hear you talk for hours, genuinely. maybe it stems from the fact that he prefers to listen, but really, you can find him at any point in time, at any hour of the day, listening to you speak. he loves to come home to you and listen to you tell him about your day as you two eat, or calling you in the middle of the day just to check in on each other, or having you send him voice notes instead of text messages, or videos instead of pictures. he just loves to hear you, in general. it genuinely elicits this really warm feeling in his chest that he can never get enough of. 

↬ if you wear makeup often, iwaizumi loves to take it off for you. he spends a lot of time watching you when you’re both doing your nightly routines, so at some point, he just asks if he can do it for you instead. he wants to practice, he says, so that one day you can leave it completely up to him. he finds it so intimate, the vulnerability and trust of it all. he’s seen you without makeup, of course, and he thinks you’re really beautiful with and without it, but there’s nothing purer to his heart than the trust you put in him to let him take your makeup off for you. he’s really gentle at first, because there’s this irrational fear that he’s gonna hurt you somehow. if you wear fake lashes, he literally winces as he takes them off it’s adorable. but after he’s wiped it all off, and grabs a damp towel to wash off the excess and the residue, he just leans over and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose or to your lips and smiles softly. 

↬ iwaizumi is a sucker for the little domestic moments the two of you share. it literally might be his favorite thing ever. like the two of you washing the dishes together, you’re cleaning and he’s drying? or doing the laundry together? or cleaning up your messy room together, and each of you grab the ends of the blanket and lift it up to spread it over the mattress neatly? or grocery shopping together, with him trying to ignore the incredibly unhealthy choices you’ve decided to toss into the shopping cart? or him passing by your work as he comes home from his to take the two of you together? or renovating your home together, and you’re covered in paint and dust? or ordering breakfast as you lay in bed because you’re too lazy, and then eating said breakfast still in bed because you’re still lazy? or the way you walk into the bathroom while he showers to wash your face and brush your teeth and the two of you just talk? or the random pictures you send him throughout the day, maybe of a weird cloud or a pretty sunset, with a little smiley face after? or the way his family loves you, so much? the way his mother personally texts you to check in on you, to tell you to come over, to just catch up? because you’re a part of the family now? 

in conclusion, hajime wants to marry you. 

↬ he loves building things for you. like iwaizumi loves the way you just hand him the instruction manual exasperated, and he just sighs with a grin and sits by you. he’s so good at it too! and he always does it shirtless too. it’s mostly for your viewing pleasure :) 

↬ when you two go on vacation, iwaizumi’s  always setting rules like “we need to be up by 7 am to enjoy the day” and sets alarms and all, but sleeps through all of them. you end up the only one awake. he’s just on vacation mode <//3 

↬ always puts your phone in the charger if you forget before you sleep. 

↬ iwaizumi becomes cuddlier after he falls asleep. like he lets you cuddle up to him as you’re both falling asleep, but when you wake up before him, you literally won’t be able to get up, because he’s going to be half on top of you. and if you try to wake him up, he just sticks more to you. it’s so endearing, really it is, because he looks so adorable with his cheek squished to your chest like that, and his mouth slightly parted. not when it’s a battle between you and your bladder though </3

↬ loves wearing your thighs as ear muffs. like iwaizumi adores just having you lay there, and him coming around to lay between your legs, slinging them over his shoulders and locking your ankles. can literally lay there for hours. 

↬ if you ask for socks because your feet are cold, he’ll give you his. don’t ask him why he just does. 

↬ loves to hug you after a very long day. like he just groups you in his arms and holds you there as you go, “long day?” and he replies, “yeah.” then he asks, “long day?” and you go, “yeah.” and the two of you just stand there for a while, before he kisses the top of your head and leads the two of you to get into comfier clothes. 

↬ he prefers showering with you over baths, just cause he likes to get on his knees as you’re scrubbing at his hair and kissing your tummy. he doesn’t know why he loves it as much but he does, especially the way you laugh after. it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love baths as well, especially if he’s extremely tired. there is the issue of convincing him to get out, but just drain the water and watch the goosebumps raid his skin and he’ll leave. 

↬ loves it when you sit on his lap when you’re in public, especially in gatherings with a lot of his friends. he doesn’t do it out of possessiveness or jealousy, he just likes it when you’re so open and comfortable about everyone knowing you’re with him, as his partner and significant other. nothing having to do with insecurity either. he just loves it. loves the way you lean into him, and the way your waist feels against his hand, and the way you talk in slightly hushed tones to each other. 

↬ basically, when iwaizumi loves, he loves with his entire heart <3 

this literally made my entire day, i loved writing these so much. iwa has such a special place in my heart i love him so much <333 also i hope everyone enjoys these as well; love you all, mwah <333 

[4dtk]

heloo! can I request hand-holding (3), kisses (6, 12) hugs (32) and touching (12) with renjun, thank uu^^

why do my renjun drabbles always end up so long LOL . btw age old kiss under the mistletoe <3 never too early for x’ams imagines i guess LOL, enjoy!!!

hand-holding, 3: cold hands in warm hands

hugs, 32: long-lasting hugs

kisses, 6 & 12: slow kisses, kisses on the corner of their mouth

touching, 12: pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

renjun’s eyes couldn’t leave yours. well, more of your body as you talked with mark, gesturing grandly about his new single that he dropped. he remembers you playing it whenever you met up, rapping the lyrics back to him that only had renjun groaning in embarrassment. staring around the room, he scans over the members in the party with a smile. having had taken a rest from the all the alcohol earlier, he was glad to be left alone to his… indulgences where no one could interrupt him.

“hey.”

“gah! wh- what the hell?” haechan shocks him out of his stupor, easily avoiding a smack on the back from renjun. his laughter gains attention from others, but otherwise they just return a cheeky laugh back while conversing. soon, the other is able to pick up on his loneliness, partially blaming it on the crazy challenge he dared renjun to do earlier. the partial reason, however..

“are you ever going to confess to (y/n)?” haechan raises a brow.

“keep it down! christ, hyuck. just because some members here have their partners on their arms doesn’t mean i should rush to make (y/n) mine.”

“oh, but you’re so obvious that it’s tiring to watch,” haechan sighs, taking a swig of his drink. the both of them admire the theme of the party for a little bit, red and green decorations hung from the spacious dorm, held on the fifth floor because they were the ‘cleanest’ (against jungwoo’s wishes and with kun’s agreement, they settled for an early celebration on the 23rd).

the speakers blasted christmas music, no doubt from the talented mr. bublé who was a compulsory artist to listen to, along with other renditions of christmas songs that just felt good. fairy lights from the members’ rooms were brought to be set up. plus, with ten’s recent sunset light purchase that he bought for the felines, the room was soon bathed in joyous lighting that could rival decorations outside.

“dude. the members had to have their partners fly in because they’re both so busy. (y/n)’s already there, c’mon the opportunity is right there — and this is the one time you’re able to unwind and relax. just go for it, man,” haechan is relaxed and laid-back, haven’t yet experienced the palpitations whenever one looks at their crush. the only exception was probably a rookie idol back then, but that was old news.

“if you happen to want to cuddle or fuck later, we’ll leave you alone.” this time, renjun was able to land a punch to his shoulder, expression turned into a scowl.

“you’re right, i guess. i’ll see what i can do.”

a gasp, “renjun admitting i’m right? rare.” renjun gives the other a lighter smack with a smile, chugging down the last bit of his water before heading over to you. he feels like he’s walking through snow whenever he wants to get to you, the resistance strong with each step. curling and uncurling his fingers, he loosened his freezing hands as you wrap up the conversation with mark.

“renjun! have a good rest? donghyuck was trying to avoid you for the past fifteen minutes, because he knew you’d get another headache if he talked to you.”

“i’m having one right now,” renjun jokes, emphasising his point by rubbing some fingers on his temple.

your laugh is like first snow. or like the heater that’s currently fuelling the house with heat. he isn’t sure what to choose, but he knows he likes it and wants to make you laugh more.

“do you need to rest again? i’ll promise i’ll be quiet-“

“delivery?” someone calls out. with a shout, you’re already at the door, receiving another batch of booze since the grocery shopping you went on earlier severely underestimated how much these boys can drink. “oh- uh-“ renjun swoops in like prince charming, hand brushing over yours while he steps forward to help you. they tingle like electricity, deciding against pulling away which would leave you to struggle.

“miss (l/n) (y/n) and mr huang renjun. please freeze in your place,” haechan’s annoying voice penetrates throughout all the conversation happening and you swear the man beside you mutters a curse as you two try to haul the booze past the member. “place the beer down. you aren’t going anywhere, anyway.”

before any of you can ask for an explanation, he points above you which displayed a mistletoe. “surprise!”

the delivery man’s voice scares you, until you realise it’s johnny, hidden under a very smart disguise of a fake moustache and a replica of the uniform. your mouth hangs open even when johnny squeezes past you with the booze effortlessly hanging from one arm, sighing inaudibly at the absence of the heavy drinks.

“so?” the members are looking at you expectedly like they’re watching a movie. there’s endless thoughts swirling in your mind even when renjun grabs your hand with his timid one, but it calms you down just a little when he brushes a thumb over your skin. it’s like you’re waiting for the director to yell out ‘cut!’; even you thought you’d do better on a movie set.

“(y/n)-“

he’s cut off by your lips crashing onto his, garnering a few ooohs and ahhs, including the satisfied smiles and sighs of relief. renjun’s lips taste like a mixture of the candy cane drink he spat out earlier, and some whiskey with coke. it’s a confusing taste, but with the pace your lips are moving with each other, it allows you to draw out every other time you imagined kissing huang renjun.

it doesn’t even come close, if you’re being honest and even if you’re standing in front of countless other men he calls his members in a ridiculously sized k-pop group. renjun deepens the kiss when he turns his head, cold, but clammy hands coming up the cup your cheeks. they shock you for just a bit and there’s a shameless smile into the kiss as renjun continues to deliver pecks onto your own.

he chuckle and it sounds like well-written christmas movies, or the very first listen to michael bublé’s christmas album. you aren’t sure what to choose, but you know you like it and want to make him chuckle more.

in a blink of an eye, you’ve grabbed his hand, heading straight for one of the rooms that you often see when renjun’s gaming with haechan. you recognise it straight away from the set-up and in a rush to shut the door, you stumble just a bit before meeting the hard wood of the door in a roar of laughter.

“great, now they’ve locked two people out,” haechan nudges johnny.

“three!” johnny’s partner calls from the doorway, which makes the living room shake in another round of cheers, getting back into the natural flow of things before everything got interrupted by a plant. faintly, you hear them ask if the plan worked, and haechan’s prideful answer right after.

slowly, you peek out of your hiding spot being your hands. renjun’s eyes shine, “so you like me.” it comes out flatter than he expected and he winces.

you snort, taking a step closer to him on the door, half leaning on it. without any prompting, the other’s arms encircle your waist, now pulling you flush against him while your head rest on his front. the next moments are spent in comfortable silence, the rowdy party going on outside giving you a little of a main character moment. your breathing syncs up, chest expanding and contracting with the deep breaths you take. there’s always a puff of mist leaving your lips, but it appears less now that you’re in your crush’s arms.

“yeah. i like you,” you nod, coming to face him after the tight embrace. his fingers touch your cheek experimentally and you flinch, the pads freezing cold to the touch. maybe it’s because he didn’t touch whiskey for the past half ’n hour. gently, you take his hands in yours. “why’re you always freezing?”

“ugh. you figured me out. tactic to get you to hold my hands.” throwing your head back in a silent laugh, you shake your head in disbelief.

“at least you haven’t caught on to me, holding your hands down so you won’t have to-” a kiss to one corner of his mouth. “restrict me from-” another to the other. “doing this.” lastly to his lips.

renjun entertains your dramatic flair with his jaw hung open. it doesn’t last long, though. “why would i restrict you from doing that?” you shrug, letting go of his hands now that they gained sufficient warmth. renjun silently decides it’s not enough, but first, he wants to kiss you again. his fingers are less freakishly cold now, brushing against your skin to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. it sits there obediently, dissimilar with the way you did it. ‘it always falls out!’ you want to tell him later, but first, you want to kiss him again.

“huang renjun, you drive me crazy.” grinning, renjun knows it’s your way of confessing before his lips collide with yours with the fervour that hallmark movies lacked, and ironically, a plot which hallmark movies embodied. and just like that, you wish you could hold a pause icon over your head, because you wanted this to last for as long as it could.