#I love when there’s cuddles even if one party doesn’t know or remember and the other is both ecstatic and pissed the fuck off about it
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Cozy (a @jttw-monkeybusiness Drabble )
So I made another one- this one was inspired by this ask (I suck at Hyperlinks I’m so sorry)
It rolled a bit in my brain and kept begging to be fleshed out, so I decided to give it life ! Enjoy!
Snow
Snow fell in white flurries, chasing away the blossoms and birds that had been sitting in the trees just moments before. The storm was in a full frenzy now, peeling petals from overeager trees who had budded too soon, and throwing the birds from the sky. The wind whipped up the cold powder to spray back in the face of the pilgrims as they continued on their journey. They had left the warm subtropical forest only hours ago, where Sophie had rolled her sleeves up to relieve some of the excess heat. Now however, she was shivering.
None of the group, save for Wukong, was truly equipped for the snow and cold. Pigsys ears were turning purple from the temperature as he tried, and failed, to hide from the worst of it behind Sandy. Sandy silently continued on, carving a path for Sophie (who trailed farther behind) to walk through. The snow was already deep, coming to her knees as they continued to follow the tiny path up the mountain. Black rock jutted upward and outward like broken teeth into the white air. Horse and Monk both were struggling ahead, Yulongs sides shivering in the wet as the snow melted on his fur. Tripitaka called Wukong over, asking him to scout ahead to look for a place they could shelter for the duration of this storm. Sophie could see there heads bent together as Master and pupil discussed. Wukong, for once, didn’t reply with a snort or a quick jab at how Trip should be lucky for him to be his disciple. Instead he had somersaulted off, gone in a flash of fur and tiger stripes, into the air.
“Would be nice if I could just somersault out of here.” Sophie muttered.
A freak blizzard had not been on the list of things Sophie was ready for. She had faced shape-changing demons, women that turned to great tigers to devour Tripitaka, mountain gods throwing stones down into their path and the like. Sophie was prepared for any person or creature - or at least- expecting it. The weather however? She was severely underprepared for. She had the travel clothes she had bought with the coin purse she’d been given. They were meant for light rain and mild heat. Not for a snowstorm. Sophies hair was getting wet and the cold was starting to chill her ears from where it melted.
“It’s so cold…” she muttered. She kept following Sandys footpath, thankful for the giant of a river demon and his slow shuffling walk. If he was walking normally he would have left her far behind in the snow.
Her foot hit a rock and slipped, sending her flailing into a rapidly growing snowbank. “F-f-f-freezing! AH!” Snow had gone down her shirt, sending a chill up her spine. Faster than a wildcat she had hopped from the bank, shaking herself.
“Hate snow hate snow hate snow—“ she chanted her mantra as she slapped off the powder, trying to prevent it from melting and wetting her clothes. Wet clothes would only spell disaster. Sophie could recall all the cold born illnesses from one special National Geographic did on Everest and the extreme exposure the hikers faced there: pneumonia, Trench foot, frostbite, hypothermia, flu, Chilblains, bronchitis —
Her foot slipped again as her mind was listing all the things that could happen. Sophie would have been in the snowbank a second time except something caught her by the midriff and hauled her up.
“Stupid women stay on your feet!” Wukong snarled in her ear, setting her down. Sophie nodded, teeth chattering and nose turning red as the cold began to chap it. “Of all the people here I thought at least you had the common sense to be aware of ice!”
From up ahead came the faint cry and heavy fall as Pigsys fell face first in the snow. Sandy had to quickly turn to hid a chuckle as the drenched demon began wilding swinging his rake around in rage.
“S-s-sorry.” She mumbled, shoving her hands beneath her armpits. “Slipped.”
“What’s wrong with your speech? You sound like a squirrel.” Wukong cocked his head, an eyebrow raised. He rolled his eyes when Sophie didn’t banter back irritated she wasn’t snapping back at him. That agitation grew when he felt something like worry begin to itch his pelt. Of the pilgrims, the two mortals were in his charge of care and were the most delicate. While Wukong could fight off monsters and Demons and wicked minded mortals he could not fight a storm. Well- he could if he really wanted to find the celestial body responsible for its creation. But that would take time- and time was not on his side on this.
Tripitaka had put on a brave face when he had asked the Monkey King to find shelter. That didn’t mean Wukong had not noticed how his Masters hands had turned red at the growing cold, how his body shivered and his nose sniffed. Wukong would have teased, poked and prodded at his master- it was his nature to rile and cause mischief. But when he had seen the half awake expression on the mortal man’s face, Wukong had bit his tongue (with great effort) and had instead nodded.
Seeing Sophie in a similar state made the itch beneath his pelt grow worse as fire ants had begun to bite his skin.
“Damn it.” He cursed beneath his breath. He snatched her arm, avoiding her hand, and started dragging her behind him. “Come on just a bit farther you softie. I found a cave up ahead where we can get out of the worst of it. You mortals are ABSOLUTELY worthless when it comes to weather —“
Sophie was only half listening to Wukongs ranting. She allowed herself to be dragged up the mountain pass, trusting the Monkey King to find a better route than her own dimming senses. The cold was like a blanket she wanted to escape out of. Or escape into? She couldn’t remember clearly. If she closed her eyes… she was so tired. The snow looked inviting, comforting. Like the best downy comforter. Like the fluffiest pillow.
Maybe I just … need to lay … down in the comfort. Just close my eyes for a few minutes.
They had been walking for hours before the storm blew in. Her feet hurt, her hands shook and it was so cold. Cold. She just wanted to sleep.
“SOPHIE LOOK AT ME!” Wukong yanked her and she was rattled enough to open her eyes wider in surprise. Sun Wukong was right in her face, leaning so close she could see every line of his facial markings in detail. His breath came from between his teeth like some dragons as he glared.
“Ye-es?!”
“Stay awake- we're almost there. If you fall asleep while I’m dragging your ass up the mountain I will bite your pretty nose clean off!” The demonic monkey spat, then, half carried, half dragged Sophie the rest of the way. Leaning against his back Sophie sighed. Through the clothing she could feel it- like desert sand warmed by the sun. Delicious heat. Sophie - who wouldn’t in normal circumstances have cuddled so close- practically melted against the warmth. What else could she do? Wukong was dragging her up the mountain- practically carrying her. She could see the bend in the mountain pass- a steep cliff where the road cut itself around and hugged the mountain as a snake would do climbing along a vine. Almost there.
“How come you get to be so warm?” She grumbled, not realizing she had said it aloud. Wukong had heard however, and his face became a storm cloud as his heart took a shuddering beat.
“Maybe grow some fur or ask for the Buddha to make you some furry creature. Bet he would too.” Wukong grumbled back.
Stupid fucking women.
They reached the curve in the mountain where Pigsy and Sandy- mostly Sandy since the pig demon kept complaining about how cold his snout was- were setting up three tents. The tents were simple, the leather treated against wet weather and solid. All pigsy had to do was drive the stakes into the stone which, it seemed, he was failing at.
“It’s so damn cold!” Pigsy snorted angrily stamping his hands together, having missed the spike for the third time. “Blasted Heaven and whoever ordered a storm now of all times! Don’t they know who’s crossing these mountains?”
“Less talking more working.” Sandy angrily chided. He had finished setting up the second tent all on his own. When Pigsy went to open his mouth to make another comment and the usually peaceful Sandy shoved him across the shallow cave to the last tent and the one closest to the entrance.
As Wukong walked past, Pigsy lifted an eyebrow at the strange sight. The Monkey King could see the pig beginning to lift a lip in a smirk only to stop when he noticed Sophie’s shivering.
“What did you do?” Those were the last words Wukong expected to come out of his fellow brothers mouth.
“WHAT DID I DO?!” He bared his teeth, fangs on display. He didn’t have time for Pigsy or for his own feelings to confuse him. He knew Sophie was practically clinging to his back like the newborn monkeys did to their mothers back on Flower Fruit Mountain. He was very aware of it. The last thing he needed was for this thick pink idiot to start shit with him.
“I DIDNT DO SHIT YOU THICK HEADED BOAR.” He spat, continuing past. “THIS IDIOT STARTED FALLING ASLEEP IN THE FUCKING STORM. NOW SHUT UP AND GET THE OTHER TENT SET UP.”
Wukong left Pigsy behind, angrily chattering to himself and feeling embarrassed all the while. He couldn’t let that thick womanizing boar know any of Wukongs feelings. If he did, the damn brute would only press his nose to it and route deeper. The sooner he got Sophie off his back the better. Even though he didn’t entirely want that.
He reached the back corner of the cave, setting Sophie down. She huffed, letting go with some reluctance to his warm back. The Monkey King knelt, leaning in. Sophie’s shivering was less. Good.
“I’ll be back- I have to make sure the pink ham doesn’t fuck up the last tent. Once I’ve tended Yulong and seen to my masters comforts I’ll be back to check on you.”
Sophie pulled her knees to her chest. She was still so cold. She wanted nothing more then to curl up and sleep- to find something warm and hold onto it. She heard Wukong from far off - but she nodded.
“S-S-sure… just gonna fall .. asleep.”
“Don’t fall asleep you idiot.” He snapped.
“Why not?” Sophie groaned. She was tired
“Remember. You are in wet clothes. Wake up just to remember - Think. Use that reading brain of yours.” He flicked her between the eyes. That woke Sophie up enough as the pain cleared her head.
“Ow, what the hell Wukong?!” Sophie felt like she had come out of a daze. Her fingers started rubbing at the pain. It wasn’t terrible but … she felt like a child be scolded. Sophie glared up into the smug monkey face.
“Awake? Good. Now fucking listen before you nod off again.” Wukong smirked just a bit. The itching beneath his fur had eased just enough upon seeing her get mad. He spoke slowly, for her sake but also to press in how much he enjoyed giving her orders- and being right about them. “Your clothes are wet. You can’t sleep in them. Change to new ones. In fact, bundle up as much as you can. I’ll be back to check on you.”
Wukong stood up, then turned back around to flick her on the forehead again.
“Ow! I’m up, I'm up!” Sophie rubbed at the space between her brows.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes yes …” she uncurled herself and stood as well, looking down at the Monkey King. “Get out of wet clothes and get new ones. Bundle up. That really hurt you know.”
“If you are still in wet fucking clothes, I’ll do a lot worse then just smack you between the eyes.” And then he was away, already cussing Pigsy out who had, somehow, managed to rip the tent.
It was a only about twenty minutes later but Sophie had managed not to fall asleep. She had gotten into the tent and had peeled the worst of the wet clothes off. Her poor shoes were the worst for wear- the socks and the soles were soaked. She would have to wear her spare shoes tomorrow and let these ones dry. Sophie had set the wet clothes to the farthest side of the tent. She was now dressed in a pair of gray sweats, a long sleeve and her hoodie of bright orange with clementines decorating the front. She felt much warmer and absolutely exhausted. Her fingers were red where the cold had gotten them, her lips felt chapped from the dry air, and her body just kept shivering.
Sophie had retreated almost completely into the hoodie- only her face was viewable.
The tent flap lifted and Wukong stepped in, a bowl of some sort of wild berries and cold rice in one hand. He took one look at her huddled there on her sleeping mat and snorted.
“You look like some orange orangutan.”
“Hahah very funny. See how you like the cold when you don’t have fur.” She shot back. Wukong offered the bowl to her and she took it, digging into it with gusto.
“How’s Trip?” She asked between bites.
“Alive.” Wukong leaned back, putting his arms beneath his head as he stared up at the tent ceiling. “You two would have frozen if not for me- you were both starting to look pinker than yangmei fruit.”
“Thank you.” Sophie said.
“Mm? What are you thankful for ?”
Oh he was gonna ask her for all of it then? Sophie looked at him. Wukong had propped himself up enough to stare at her, waiting.
“Thank you for the food.” She lifted the now empty bowl- she had been famished - to him. “Thank you for finding a spot to rest. And … thanks for dragging me out of the snow.”
“You almost died I hope you know that.” He smirked, laying back down, eyes closing. She followed suit, too tired to sit up anymore or even bicker back with him.
“Yeah I did …” Sophie yawned. Usually she wouldn’t admit so readily to Wukong just how certain situations had made her dependent upon him. He was always, in some way or other, saving the lot of them. When Tripitaka was snatched up by some Goblins belonging to some chieftain of a nearby mountain, when Pigsy had boasted that they didn’t need Wukong and then (almost immediately) failed to find food when Wukong was sent away. He had stopped the dragon horse from foundering and taken to the care of his hooves and coat many a time. The Monkey King had seen to restoring the missing supplies from Sophie pack when a group of mischievous raccoon spirits had taken it. Wukong had even replaced Sandy’s teakettle when it was smashed in battle (Sophie was pretty sure he had stolen it).
He may act aloof and pompous but deep down, this big old brute cared for them. Even Pigsy.
Sophie felt her eyes grow heavy as Wukong kept talking about how she had stumbled in the snow like some “dumb struck fawn” until he came to help her.
As she relaxed to the sound of his voice rumbling on and on, it almost felt … cozy. Yes Wukong may like to slide the occasional wriggly salamander into her water skin, he may thumb through her things like they were his, he may call her idiot, stupid women, and softie. But. There was no real malice behind his actions.
He was also kind of … warm. She scooted closer, half listening to the Monkey ramble on about the idiocy of mortals and the greatness of beings such as him. He was rambling on about his natural prowess over mortals and how he had mastered the arts of immortality and Tripitaka couldn’t even master warding off a cold. Sophie fell asleep before he could get to the part about her looking like a slack jawed idiot in the snow.
Wukong was only a quarter way through his regaling of the story of how he had saved everyone this day when he felt hands wrap around his chest.
His heart nearly flew into his throat as he stopped dead in his speech. His mouth was open, voice cut off halfway through his speech. Sophie curled into his side, face buried in the crook of his neck and so close to his ear he could feel her breathing against its shell.
Electricity shot threw him, fur standing on end as if he had been in a thunderstorm.
He was suddenly very aware of many things. Of Sophie’s hands that had escaped that ridiculous orange sweatshirt and were now burrowed into his fur. One arm was across his chest. The second one was now, somehow beneath his head and tugging on his shoulder. Sophie’s face rested on his arm and in the curve of his neck, her face rubbing back and forth like a cat. As if … she was enjoying the feel of it.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Sophie moved just a bit, mumbling in his ear and Wukong felt his tail lash like it had just been bit. She didn’t say anything coherent but — the proximity alone—
Fucking Hell and all its Judges.
Sophie was … cuddling him.
She was practically twined around him.
And she smelled fantastic. Her scent always changed- sometimes it held a hint of lemons and the sweetness of grass, other times it floated like rain clouds and smelled of stones. But all of it together had a larger perfume beneath it. It was just her. Yes there were moments when her scent changed just enough that he felt like he was adding new spices onto his favorite dish. The essence of it, however, was just Sophie.
And now that cloud was all around him, filling his nose.
He looked at her, turning his head just a fraction to see.
Big mistake.
She was asleep, passed out completely. She looked so … fragile asleep. The dark circles beneath her eyes spoke of how she hadn’t been sleeping well. Her nose was stupidly pink like a Red Pika in her pale face. The cold must have chapped it. His eyes darted to her lips …
Mistake number two.
Wukong looked away, feeling his face flame. Fuck. Shit. He was stuck in a predicament now. He hadn’t meant to chat away about himself for so long that Sophie would fall asleep. Wukong was at war with himself. On one hand, he needed to get out of here. To leave before Pigsy and the others found out- before Sophie found out.
He couldn’t let anyone be that close to him- couldn’t let anyone be as close as Sophie was right now. It was a liability to his pride, to his reputation—
To his heart. Because if she rejected him it would ruin the friendship they had. And the feeling he had building in his chest- he would crush it in his fist before he let it jeopardize that peace between them.
I have to leave —
Wukong tried to move-
Only to feel Sophie’s fingers tug in his fur and her sleepy voice grumble “m’no don’t go.”
Jade Emperor flay me and boil me alive again.
In all the hundreds of years of living, Wukong had only felt trapped like this but once before. The first time he had lost his wager to the Buddha, having been unable to somersault out of his hand. The second time? He was trapped because he allowed it. He was trapped in a way no one in Heaven could have predicted- or had thought to do. Wukong had been placed in vats to be boiled, had wormed and tricked his way out of every trap and net that had attempted to keep his mischief managed. It had taken Buddha and his wager to finally end Wukongs terrorization of Heaven.
Wukong couldn’t move now. He was tethered here by frail fingers and the steady beat of a mortal's heart.
He could hear her heartbeat, feel it against his side. It was steady, soft. Like the steady roar of Water-Curtain Cave. Like the wind through the trees of the orchards on his mountain.
She was mortal. One day that steady beat would stop as all mortal hearts did.
That set his tail to lashing just a bit.
Hasn't she been afraid of dying? Of growing old? He remembered hearing a conversation late at night- when Tripataka and Sophie had those rare mortal conversations where he was explicitly not allowed to sit in on. He hadn’t known why it was such a secret conversation. So of course, since it wasn’t an order, Wukong had pulled a hair from his tail and made a doppel and floated somewhere nearby but out of sight to eavesdrop. The Monk and Reader had been chatting about death, about Sophie’s future.
Well her fears were unfounded. Doesn’t she know I would take care of her? Sophie shifted a bit closer as a gust of wind slipped beneath the tent flat he had left unsecured. Damn it all. Wukong carefully, o so carefully, shifted himself. He slid his body so he was now lying on his side, setting Sophie’s head beneath his chin. It was all the invitation Sophie needed to cuddle closer and escape from the wind.
“You stupid women.” He angrily whispered into her hair. He wouldn’t let her die. He would just fix that. He would fix a lot of her problems. She just had to tell him. He was Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven. He knew of a hundred different ways to achieve immortality. He could fix them all. Like her problem right now of being cold.
He was too tense to relax fully- too aware- but he grew just a fraction larger. His size now dwarfed Sophie’s a good bit and gave her a bit more to tangle into. And she did. Sophie curled her knees up, shivering slowing. Wukong waited. Watching. When finally the shivering had ceased he allowed just a fraction of tension to slide off of him. This stupid softie is gonna make me soft. The thought didn’t bother him as much as it would have months ago.
Maybe he wouldn’t get much sleep tonight but…
He could make her life Hell in the morning. It was something that she owed him on. His face was screwed furiously into a scowl because all he wanted to do was enjoy this moment but if he did- if he really truly did- he didn’t know if he would be able to stop.
She was most assuredly going to be bombarded tomorrow with the most annoying and snappish teasing and toying a King of Monkeys and tricks could give.
Sophie woke with a start as something cold and wet slapped her in the face. She panicked as any person would.
“GaH! DEMON!” She cried, grabbing at her face and throwing it aside. It was a wet rag.
“Relax.” Wukongs voice laughed at her. “Unless cloth can become possessed and has gained a hunger for red nosed mortal flesh, you're fine.”
He was at the tent flap, grinning ear to ear in a grin that promised problems. Really so early in the morning and he already wants to play games ?
“You could have woken me up in a number of other ways- why did you pick that?” Sophie rubbed at her face, feeling … huh. She didn’t feel as sore as she usually felt. When Sophie woke up there was almost a constant crick of pain in her neck from whatever odd angle she had slept in on the ground.
Maybe I had been so tired my body just finally didn’t care.
He shrugged. “You stink. Next place we stop at you better demand a bath of some sort or other.”
“Thanks….” She grumbled, letting the sarcasm drip off her words. She took the cloth up, rubbing the sleep out of her face and the worst of the dirt off her face and arms. She would kill for a warm bath, one that would wake up her bones and chase the last of the cold from her body. Once clean, she checked her wet clothes, bundling them away in a separate part of her pack to avoid them dampening the rest of her stuff. Then she stepped out of the tent, smelling the fire and the promise of breakfast being made.
Only for her feet to slip right from beneath her as a monkey foot stuck out and caught her ankle.
“WUKONG!”
He laughed, face full of malicious mischief as Sophie gathered herself up to chase after the errant Monkey. To do what, she didn’t know. He was a mystical demonic creature born of stone and she just a mortal women. As the morning light cut into the cave and Tripitaka had to order his disciple to calm down after he once again tripped her and she almost went sprawling into rocks, the pilgrims ate breakfast. They broke down their tents. And they were once again on the road.
None were the wiser of Wukongs happier mood. He hid it beneath a storm of frowns and a game of teasing torture as he became partically insufferable to Sophie. The threat of the hoop tightening spell was the only true damper to his mood when Tripataka heard Sophie scream as snow was dropped down the back of her shirt.
As the sun rose higher and the word was cast in a frosty flash of refracted gold, Wukong made a decision. He would solve Sophie problem of growing old. It was easy. And if Buddha couldn’t send her back…
Well she was a great sport for pestering and heckling. The least he could do as a benevolent King is give the poor women a roof over her head.
Maybe a few dresses down the line...
Girls liked dresses right?
“Hey Reader!” He called.
“What?”
“Dresses or suits ? What did you wear in that fake time long after this one ? Or whatever fake dimension you fell out of. What did you prefer ?”
And thus began the long hour debate that somehow pulled every one of them: Pigsy, Sandy and Tripitaka, into what was a heated discussion on the best attire for the best occasions.
#hcwrites#writing stuff#I DID ANOTHER ONE#thank you little anon for mentioning a cold snuggle scenario#I love when there’s cuddles even if one party doesn’t know or remember and the other is both ecstatic and pissed the fuck off about it#I Hope i wrote them well#the formatting took me longer then I thought#for jttw monkeybuisness#Sophie#Sophie and Wukong#sun wukong x reader#jttw sun wukong#jttw reader#jttw fanfic#I gave Sophie an orange hoodie because she already has a ‘magical’ peach kawaii cup.#make all her things fruit related#just writing the scene where Wukong walks back into the tent and has to pause because Sophie had turned into an orange made me laugh#I Hope i got your boy down Kiri!#thank you again for letting me write for you#this was a welcome break from my 30 page spree#I listened to two songs - the first part was#with Tourner Dans Le Vide#the second part where they are in the tent was with Of Monsters and Men ‘Love’#it helps to have a song hook you into writing because then you can follow the feeling of it and stay focused#I mean- songs are like a tempo to keep pace with.#sun wukong#jttw au#I did look up all the snow born illnesses to be a bit accurate.#also that falling asleep bit in the snow ? yeah that almost happened to me as a kid. it only took ten minutes - be wary of snow and cold#hcfanfics
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purity ring
words: 2.5k
warnings: 18+ only!, smut, reader is virgin and religious, purity rings/waiting until marriage, virginity/innocence kink, female receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, protected sex <3 (yay! for once!), one scene takes place in a church
you are perfect. an innocent angel, untouched by anyone. you wore a silver purity ring firmly on your finger, gifted to you by your father on your 16th birthday. you don’t take the promise you made that day lightly, and while you have had one serious boyfriend in high school, you have remained abstinent.
rafe overlooked you at first, seeing you as a sweet harmless girl, but didn’t take any real interest until you grew out of your teen years, your body developing without him realizing until he saw you at the beach one day, wearing what would be a modest swimsuit if it wasn’t for you wide hips and large breasts, threatening to spill out even with your high neckline.
rafe took a liking to you right then and there. he knows how pure you are, how you are a proud virgin and don’t partake in any of the partying or drinking like most of the people your age, even though you are over 21. it may be legal, but you always say it doesn’t feel right, and only have a bit of wine at dinner on occasions.
“hello.” rafe says as he sits down on the church pew next to you. you give him a confused look. you have never seen rafe at your church before, and you thought that he wasn’t religious, but you are never one to judge, so you wipe the confused look off your face and give him a pleasant smile instead.
“hello, rafe. it’s been a while.”
“i know, haven’t really seen you since high school.” he says.
“i don’t think we have the same interests.” you giggle. if you were more into partying, you’re sure you would see rafe a whole lot more often.
“really?” rafe questions. “you didn’t develop a love for golf since we graduated?”
you scoff, shaking your head. rafe smiles at you, and you are surprised to find yourself liking his attention.
“how about mini golf?” he asks. “i could take you after the service. get ice cream too.”
you go to say no, not wanting to hang out with someone as wild and crazy as him, but you remember your vow to god to not judge others, and end up agreeing.
rafe smirks at you when the pastor starts his sermon and you turn your attention away from rafe.
hes sweet throughout the whole date, respectful of your boundaries and chatting with you with seemingly real interest. he asks you when you finish all 18 holes of mini golf if you’d be willing to see him again.
you say yes, which leads to more and more dates until you’re comfortable with rafe, even going as far to officially begin courting him.
you fall head over heels, in love with the attention he gives you until you're kissing in the back seat of his truck, his hands moving all over your body.
“wait, rafe-” you pull away with a gasp. “we can't.”
rafe frowns but nods. he's been progressing the physical touch more and more, trying to get you to open up to him, but every time things start to get hot and heavy, you stop him.
he is determined to change things, especially when he realizes he's lost sight of why he became interested in you in the first place. he wants to claim you, not just court you, and he's quickly falling just as hard.
rafe convinces you to spend the night. a movie marathon and cuddle session. you tell rafe that you need a separate bed to sleep in, but he's hoping to convince you to share one with him.
rafe ignores the movie playing on the tv, his head buried in your shoulder, pressing kisses to your neck.
“rafey.” you giggle and squirm when he sucks a spot onto your neck.
“come on, baby.” rafe begs, moving to kiss your jaw. “haven't i proven how serious i am about us?” he questions, his hand resting on your thigh, pushing it closer to your core. you can't help the moan that escapes your lips, your body betraying your mind.
“just let me make you feel good. you'll love it, i promise.”
you think it over, briefly glancing at the ring on your finger, at the promise you made.
“baby.” rafe cups your hand in his, taking the ring out of your sight as he captures your mouth in a kiss.
he moves so you're laying down against his pillows, covering your body with his, hovering over top of you.
he moves one hand to under your knee, pulling it so you have to wrap it around his waist. rafe keeps kissing you, keeps you breathless and dizzy as he presses his hips into you, letting his hard length rub over your core.
you moan into his mouth, looping your arms around his shoulders.
“please.” rafe says against your lips. you blink your eyes open to meet his bright blue ones. “i love you baby.”
you melt at rafes word, giving him a nod of permission. “i love you too.” you coo.
rafe presses his lips against yours, letting you get lost in the kiss as he continues to grind into you. he can tell from the way your other leg loops around him that you like the feeling a lot.
rafe lets a hand wander underneath your top, feeling the smooth skin of your stomach before moving higher, cupping your breast over your bra.
you reach behind your back and unclip it, letting rafe continue to feel you up as you take the bra off from under your shirt, tugging it away.
rafe grips your breast, toying with your nipple immediately, not letting you think too hard about what he's doing, needing to keep you focused on what new part he's touching.
he makes sure to give both sides of your chest equal attention. he wishes he could pull away from the kiss and rip your shirt off, wanting to see your tits bare, but you keep your arms locked around his shoulders as you kiss.
“baby, i can make you feel even better with my mouth.” rafe says, pressing kisses to your cheek.
“n… no.” you whine. “don't want you to look.” you feel enough shame as it is letting rafe defile you this way, and you certainly aren't confident enough to have him seeing you naked.
“how about i turn the tv off?” rafe offers. the light is already off in the room, and theres only a bit of moonlight peaking through the drawn curtains, the tv providing all the light in the room. you nod as he reaches for the remote, clicking the movie off.
“wait-” you realize that he's forgetting something. “you need to use a condom.” while you may be giving up your virginity to rafe, you certainly will not be letting him get you pregnant before marriage.
“yeah.” rafe fumbles in the dark through his nightstand, pulling a condom out and setting it on the bed for when he's ready.
rafe leaves your shirt on, hoping it will make you feel more comfortable as he tugs on your pajama shorts. it's a bit of a fumble in the dark, but he eventually gets them off.
he reaches for your underwear next, feeling the frilly fabric against his fingers. rafe has to pause before taking them off to squeeze his cock through his pants, needing relief. he's finally so close to his goal, finally close to taking you, to being your first.
“just tell me if anything hurts.” rafe says, taking two fingers and running them through your slit, feeling how wet he's made you.
“rafe!” you shout.
“does it feel good baby?” rafe asks, pressing a finger against your entrance, needing to open you up quickly before he can't control himself and hurts you by forcing his cock inside you too soon.
“yeah, feels really good.” you moan out. rafe moves his thumb to your clit, glad he knows pussies well enough to find it easily in the dark. he let's the sudden overwhelming pleasure take over your mind as he plunges his finger in.
he can't help the groan he lets out when he feels your tightness wrap around his digit. he begins to pump his finger, his thumb continuing to massage your clit, smiling at your nonstop moans. he's sure that you've never even touched yourself before by your reaction.
rafe drops himself onto his stomach between your legs, needing to have your sweetness on his tongue. he swears you taste better as he licks around your folds, knowing that you haven't been sullied by other men.
he moves his thumb in favor of licking at your clit, pushing a second finger into your cunt as soon as he feels a bit of give.
you reach down, gripping rafes hair in your hands. you push his face further into your pussy, his fingers stretching you out when he begins to scissor them.
“can't wait to be inside you.” rafe says, his voice vibrating against your skin.
“want you now.” you tell rafe. you need more than just his fingers pumping into you, need to feel connected in the most intimate way possible.
rafe moves quick, shucking his pajamas and underwear off. his cock is finally freed. he takes your hand in his, wrapping it around his shaft while he kneels against the bed.
you aren't fully sure what to do to make rafe feel good, but you stroke your hand up and down, and judging from the sound rafe makes, it feels good.
rafe can feel your purity ring as you stroke him. he grabs the condom and takes it out of its wrapping, pushing your hand out of the way as he slides the rubber over his cock.
“gonna take you in this position, as long as it feels good.” rafe says, moving back between your legs. he gets a pillow and shoved it under your hips, raising them up and hopefully making it easier for you to take him.
“rafey.” you whine, hand reaching out for his. rafe loops his fingers through yours, using his other hand to line his cock up with your entrance. rafe moves slowly, his breathing heavy and deliberate as he splits you open, his heavy cock touching places no one has ever gone before.
“does it hurt?” rafe asks once he's seated all the way inside of you.
you whine in response, causing rafe to frown. as much as he wants to make you his, he doesn't want to put you in any sort of pain. he leans over your body, pressing his lips to your cheeks.
“im sorry baby, but you're doing so good for me.”
“just-” you gasp when you move your hips a little, making him touch a new part of you. “just give me a minute.”
“take your time.” rafe says. “i love you.” he thought he was just saying it to get you into his bed, but rafe finds himself really meaning it.
you breathe deeply for a minute before pressing your lips to rafes. “you can move now.”
rafe hums against your lips, continuing to kiss you as he begins with gentle thrusts, wanting to build you up. he finds much more patience within himself now that he's been inside of you.
you move your arms back to rafes shoulders, pressing your nails into his back, dragging them down his back when his thrusts increase in tempo.
“scratching me already? what a dirty girl.” rafe chuckles into your ear.
“shh.” you complain, brows scrunching together, not wanting to think about how dirty you are being at the moment, wanting to focus on how good rafe is making you feel rather than the fact that you're letting go of your virtue.
“my innocent little girlfriend, squeezing around my cock.” rafe continues to tease you.
“it feels so good.” you say, as if it's some sort of excuse as to why your cunt is repeatedly pulsing around his dick.
“i know it does baby. your pussy feels so good too. so tight for me, my little virgin.” rafe presses his lips against yours in a kiss. “although i guess you're not a virgin anymore.”
you cry out when rafe presses his thumb back to your clit, whatever response you had brewing cut off as he begins to thrust with earnest now, able to slide in much easier than when he first got inside of you.
“gonna cum for me?” rafe questions. he can tell from the way your body has gone tight that you must be close.
“i-i think so.” you whine, feeling a rush of wetness flood to your pussy, rafes thumb pushing your clit perfectly as your orgasm rushes over your body, a loud moan forcing its way out of your mouth, your entire body shaking with the force.
your cunt is squeezing so tightly rafe almost can't thrust his cock back into you, but he manages to force himself through your walls to release into the condom deep into you, your pussy milking him. you would surely be bred if it wasn't for the thin layer of rubber.
rafe pulls his cock out slowly as you breathe deeply underneath him, coming down from the ecstacy that he just brought you to.
rafe moves to pull his condom off, discarding it in the trash.
“can we put our pajamas back on to sleep?” you ask as rafe begins to get back into bed. he can't help but smile at you, still so shy even after he had his mouth buried between your legs.
“of course.” rafe gives you your underwear and shorts back, eyes adjusted somewhat to the dark, but still not able to make out many details as he redresses himself, but leaves his shirt off.
rafe slides into bed next to you, pulling you in close. you fall asleep almost instantly, which rafe is glad about, not giving you a moment to regret what just happened on a tired brain.
rafe hears your breathing change and grabs your hand, sliding your silver purity ring off your finger. it's his now.
you don't overthink the act when you wake up in the morning, especially when rafe sinks to his stomach and eats you out in the morning light until you cum on his tongue.
you even go as far to thank him for showing you how good sex can be for a couple. you are certain rafe will become your husband, and you suppose you are just starting your martial acts early.
you are walking with rafe through a crowded restaurant the next day. he's treating you to a nice dinner when you realize he has a silver chain hanging off his neck.
you furrow your brow, tugging it out from underneath his shirt, gasping when you realize that your purity ring is hanging around his neck.
“well, it's not like you could keep wearing it.” rafe smirks, leaving the ring out for everyone to see.
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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄.
summary: even though jj refuses to admit his feelings for you— he doesn’t want anyone else to have you.
warnings: cursing
prompt: “why are you mad?” “i’m not mad , i just think you can choose better people to kiss.”
The dynamic between you and JJ was undoubtedly strange. You’d two hold hands , hug for longer than ‘friendly’ hugs usually went for , have sleepovers where you’d cuddle and kiss his cheek. It was like a relationship without the title and without the kissing and sappy lover girl esqe commitment.
But it started to get hurtful. To be the girl that was always there , the only girl that was ever there , and still be seen as nothing more than just a friend. God , how you absolutely hated using the word ‘friend.’
There was hookup after hookup , one after the other. JJ would tell you all about them , seeing nothing wrong in confiding his deepest thoughts with his ‘best friend.’ It was harmless in his mind. If you were too hook up with anyone , he’d want to hear about it. I mean— it’s not like there were guys lining up for you at the door. You were stagnant and clearly into JJ so most guys didn’t bother trying. So while JJ figured he’d be okay with hearing about it— it turned out to make him feel the complete opposite.
All four Pogue’s were sitting around the fire in John B’s backyard as you sat there bashfully , remembering your work shift earlier that morning.
It had started like any other day— the same old faces that come for the same old cup of coffee. Some were a bit less frequent and the tips were all in the same. Business wasn’t necessarily ‘booming’ but it was a moderately profitable day. Today had seemed like any other day— until it wasn’t.
A boy who was not much older than you were had walked in and you swore your heart stopped. There wasn’t many people you looked twice at , beings that you suffered with the cruelty of unrequited love. But this one had made you look twice. His hair was shaggy brown , stopping right above his eyebrows. His green eyes seemed kind , the minute he had mumbled ‘hello’ to you.
You were surprised he asked for your number. The banter between the two of you , and how charming he was seemed to brighten your morning just a bit— and since JJ hadn’t seemed to be confessing his undying love for you any time soon , it seemed to be the right time to try and put yourself out there.
“No way you actually gave some random guy your number.” JJ scoffed from the side of you. He wasn’t sure why hearing you talk about another guy that way made him feel so. . . mad. Sure he cared about you , but never really paid attention to what kind of care it was. He always chalked it up to knowing you his whole life , declaring you his bestfriend for life. But watching the way your eyes danced amongst the flame with a certain girlish glow , his heart beat faster than he had ever felt before.
You rolled your eyes. “Okay and? It’s not like you don’t give out your number at every boneyard party.” You defended yourself.
“She’s right.” Pope pointed at her.
“Yeah I think it’s sweet.” Kiara gushed , hyping it up more than it really was. She knew JJ had a crush on you— anyone with two eyes could see that. He was just too stupid to bother realizing it. “It’ll be like those movies where the girl falls for the guy from the coffee shop.” She placed a hand on her heart dramatically. “That’s like , super romantic.”
“I know!” You sighed dreamily. You had always been such a romantic. Reading , writing , watching it. Those silly little cliche book plots coming to life.
JJ rolled his eyes. “It’s not that romantic.”
“Why’re you being such a hater right now?” You asked JJ , crossing your arms over your chest annoyed. “You should be happy for me! Stuff like this never happens to me.”
JJ began to think back over the years before realizing that you were right. You were always with him or the other Pogue’s and when there were parties , he’d find some girl to mess around with somewhere before finding you so you two could go home together like you always had. He hadn’t remembered the last time you even talked about liking someone. His chest began to ache at that— feeling bad. Of course he wanted romantic stuff to happen for you so why did he feel so defensive about it? Sighing , he shook his head of the confusing feelings. “You’re right , I’m sorry. What was his name?”
He swallowed down whatever he thought he was feeling , doing what he did best ; ignoring the problem until it eventually went away. Because he couldn’t think of you like that. . . The two of you were just friends. You always had been— right?
John B and Pope shared a knowing look. You smiled obliviously and continued.
“Nate.”
“Nate?” John B asked with his face turning red.
“Yeah?”
“As in Nate Montero?” Pope pressed further.
JJ shifted in his seat uncomfortably , looking at you. “As in the guy who cut my hair in Kindergarten?!”
You covered your mouth as you gasped , remembering how much JJ had cried because some kid on the playground cut a chunk of his hair off. The name did seem familiar to you at the time but you hadn’t even remembered then. JJ’s face was scrunched up with disgust while the Pogue’s doubled over into laughter. How ironic.
“It was a long time ago!” You groaned.
“I don’t give a shit! That little bastard cut my hair. The hair I had been growing for years.” He threw his hands up in the air. “You can’t go out with him.” JJ said immediately with his nose turned in the air.
“Oh yes I can.”
JJ raised his eyebrows at you , taken aback by the seriousness in your voice. Something bubbled inside of him— something he couldn’t quite figure out. Whatever it was , though , he didn’t like it. “That’s like a betrayal!” He said after a few seconds.
“John B literally dates Sarah Cameron!” You pointed out , giving him a soft smile of apology when he shot you a look. “Sorry but it’s true.”
“She isn’t wrong.” Kiara chirped up.
“You’re literally friends now!” Scoffed John B.
“Yeah— now.” You pointed out. “But at first there was hella beef that was deeper than getting your hair snipped in Kindergarten.”
John B groaned. “Can we not bring me up into this? This is between you and JJ.”
“There’s nothing between me and JJ—” you ignored the way your stomach began to hurt at that. The words only fueling your desire to see the guy , Noah , from the coffee shop again. “I’m seeing him.”
“Y/N this conversation isn’t over!” JJ called after you once you picked up your beer can and started walking towards the house. You didn’t bother looking back , throwing him the middle finger as you disappeared behind the doors.
JJ’s eyes turned to slits and looked at the Pogue’s with an annoyed expression. “Can you believe her?”
“Believe what? That she finally finds a guy attractive other than you?” Kiara folded her arms across her chest. “If you aren’t going to be with her then let someone else who wants to be and be happy for her.”
JJ furrowed his eyebrows at Kiara. He glanced at Pope and John B before looking back at her. “Y/N/N does not find me attractive.” He waved her off.
“Oh please.” Pope muttered under his breath.
“I say we just let this play out.” John B stretched out with a yawn.
“This could end badly—” Pope pointed out.
“Or JJ will finally get his head out of his ass.” Kiara snorted.
JJ stood up in front the Pogue’s with an uneasy look. “I don’t know what you’re all talking about but the only way this ends badly is if Y/N decides to go ahead with that guy. He’s bad news.” He huffed , running back into the Chateau.
“He’s so jealous.” John B smirked while shaking his head.
“Very.”
It had been very tense between the two of you. You were so mad at him for thinking he had any right to tell you who you could or couldn’t date— especially after years of pining after him , and watching him go through girl after girl without so much as glancing your way. You weren’t going to keep hoping for someone to look at you anymore.
Nate had texted you to meet up and you did. It was a nice date , nothing too fancy or mind blowing. Just a simple date. One that ended in a small goodbye kiss on John B’s front porch— the place you normally stayed on on the weekends when your parents were out and about , barely thinking twice about you.
You were glimmering when you walked back in. You figured the Pogue’s would be in the backyard like they always were , so you breezed past the living room and into the kitchen for a glass of water. Your thoughts were everywhere because you did like Nate , and the kiss left you breathless— but it wasn’t like what you thought it would be. Though , none of the past kisses ever were. There was always something missing , making you rethink them.
“Oh so the traitor is back.” JJ strolled into the kitchen without looking at you , his tone hard.
This had been the first time in the past two days he bothered talking to you. You figured he was just pissy you decided to go out with Nate after all , despite the silly Kindergarten incident.
“Why are you mad?” You put down your water bottle and stepped in front of him so he couldn’t look away from you.
“I’m not mad. I just think you could choose better people to kiss.” JJ said. His fingers dancing towards the side of her face.
You felt your breath catch in your throat. Pulling your face away from his hand , you sighed. “If this is about what happened in fricking Kindergarten—”
JJ grabbed your face in his hands , your cheeks hollowing out between your teeth as he did so. You looked at him through fluttering eyelashes , your cheeks burning up. “This isn’t about what happened.” He murmured to you.
This whole conversation had him thinking. That feeling he was feeling— it wouldn’t go away. He had tossed and turned all night that night because his stomach was so sick thinking about you with someone else. He didn’t know why it never occurred to him that you’d eventually find someone else. He didn’t know why he wasted away all this time being with girls who didn’t mean anything. JJ wanted to kiss you. And to hold you like more than a friend. He didn’t want you with Nate— or with anyone. And he felt so bad about never realizing it , and always pushing away those feelings you’d make him feel because he was scared to lose you.
But he couldn’t lose you to someone else.
“I don’t want you to kiss Nate. . .” JJ breathed , inching closer to your face. Your eyes were wide with shock as you watched him , your heart beating crazily in your chest. He still held your face in her hands , watching your reaction to his words. He only hoped that you’d want to kiss him back.
“JJ—” you mumbled. “What’re you—”
“I want to kiss you.” JJ told you , swiping his thumb on your bottom lip. “Only if you’ll kiss me.”
Your heart began to race as you studied JJ’s face. The crush that you had buried inside of you for years was bursting in your chest , making friends with the butterflies in your stomach. Your mouth went dry as you looked at him. JJ left go of the hold he had on you to simply cup your cheek.
“JJ don’t be mean.” You whispered. “If you’re doing this just because I went out with Nate—”
“This isn’t because of Nate.” JJ cut you off. “Not completely , anyway. It was at the beginning but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. His hands on you.” His left hand slithered down to your waist , snaking around it. “Your lips on his.” His other hand pulled at your bottom lip again. “I got jealous.”
You stared at stunned. “Jealous?”
“I think I like you , Y/N.” JJ sighed to himself , looking at you sweetly. “And I think I’ve always known but I just ignored thinking it would go away.”
You swallowed thickly looking up at him. “Did it?”
“No.” He shook his head. “It didn’t.”
“Then. . .” you took a deep breath and stood taller , clearing your throat to sound more confident. “Then I think I want you to kiss me.”
With wild eyes , JJ was treading a line he wasn’t sure it was safe to cross. But the way his heart burned inside of his chest , his ears ringing and pulse getting faster— it would be worth whatever outcome if it meant he got to feel what it was like to kiss you. JJ got closer to you , so close that you felt his breath fan your face. “Do you think or do you know?”
Quietly you weighed your options in your head. There were so many things going through your mind , telling you a million different things. But the way you felt was telling you to kiss him. Finally. After all this time— you wanted to make him wait it out like you had for so long. But you couldn’t control yourself. “I know.” You took the initiative to connect your lips to his , tired of this waiting game. It was either now or never.
He kissed you back immediately. His hands finding home around your waist. His knees felt weak and your heart felt mushy. As your head tilted to the side , a sense of relief fell over you. This was it. This was why no other kiss had ever compared or felt like it mattered. Because it was JJ , it was always JJ.
He was your missing piece to it all.
JJ was the first to pull away , breathless. He felt crazed as he looked at you with eyes wild. Nothing had ever felt like this with him— no other girl could ever compare to you.
“Like I said. . . this ended badly!” Pope bursted out , practically falling out into the kitchen. Kiara and John B rolled their eyes at him.
“Finally!” Kiara groaned. “I was so sick of the sappy back and forth shit.”
“I for one , agree.”
You hid your face in your hands embarrassed while JJ smirked triumphantly. “I have a full head of hair and I got the girl.”
“I hate you.”
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i loved grumpy rafe and sunshine reader!! would love to see more of them <3
pairing. rafe cameron x fem!reader
warnings. mentions of partying, alcohol, hung-over, and also so much fluff that u might just have a heartattack.
summary.
hung-over rafe's cure is your cuddles, unforunately for you.
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dude i love soft rafe i would write a whole series on him, also rafe w/ a buzzcut makes me absolutely feral.
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part 1 !!
Last night was a haze for Rafe. You and Rafe had gotten invited to Kelce’s birthday party, and per usual, it was crazy. All Rafe could remember was a cocktail of some sorts with Dr. Pepper, vodka, half of a Starbucks Strawberry Acai and dried blueberries. He remembers throwing Topper in the pool for ‘accidentally’ touching your shoulder and accidentally tripping you causing you to fall in the pool on top of Topper. Rafe followed soon after that.
It was a weird blur after that. He doesn’t remember anything else that happened.
He was sleeping comfortably in your bed, snoring away as you got up early to make some breakfast. You weren’t hungover; you barely had anything to drink. Rafe, on the other hand, had 5 drinks of Kelce’s special cocktail. You had to drive Rafe back to your house because you knew Ward would kill him (and you) because of how absolutely shit faced his son was. So you concluded that the best idea was for him to sleep over. Which was a bad idea on your part.
You had gotten the worst sleep ever. Rafe slept directly on top for three straight hours, your arms going numb. Every time you moved, he’d squeeze harder. When he eventually moved, he took all the sheets with him.
You went back up to your dark bedroom after making breakfast, opening the door and opening the blinds. You heard Rafe groan, moving the sheets over his face.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”
Rafe grumbled in response, making you smile in amusement. “Come on, get up babe. I made your favorite.”
“Crepes?” Rafe finally removed the sheets, peeking his head to watch you.
“Uh, no. I made pancakes, though. That’s pretty close.”
Rafe yawned and sat up. “No, crepes are better.”
You glared at your boyfriend, “I’m not your maid, Rafe. Take it or starve.”
Rafe had a small teasing smile on his face at your reaction. “Okay, calm down. I’ll eat them.”
You rolled your eyes and he got up from the bed, coming to you. “You know I only tease you cus I love you, right?”
You smiled at him. “Since when is Rafe Cameron a romantic?”
“Since I met you, babe.” He scrunched his nose at his words, cringing.
You laughed, then grabbed his shoulders and gave him a kiss on cheek. “Come on, my pancakes are going to get cold.”
You and Rafe sat at the dining table, eating the breakfast you had made. You noticed Rafe wasn’t talking that much but you just assumed it was because he was beyond hungover. After breakfast, Rafe excused himself back to your bedroom to sleep some more.
After finishing up the dishes you went up to go sleep with Rafe. As you walked in, you looked over at Rafe and realized he wasn’t asleep.
“Hey. You okay?”
He looked very grumpy and you know that means one thing; cuddles. Rafe would never ever admit this (not even to himself, at times) but the best cure to his grumpy moods is your cuddles.
“My head hurts. Remind me never to drink again.”
You laughed at his statement, knowing next weekend it was all going to happen again no matter how many times he preached it.
“Alright Rafey, do you want some aspirin?”
He shook his head, “I already took some.”
“What would make you feel better then, babe?”
He looked over at you and that was his silent way of saying cuddles. Usually, you would force him to spell it out for you but you knew if you pulled that right now, he would rip your head off. You nodded and walked over to the bed, getting in and moving close to Rafe.
You opened your arms and he moved so he could be right next to you, moving his head to your chest as he laid. Your hand was on his back, drawing circles absentmindedly; you always did that out of pure habit but it was one of Rafe’s favorite things. It never failed to comfort him.
He sighed contently in your embrace, finally feeling the headache fade away as comfort settled in.
You kissed his head, “does that make your boo-boo feel better?”
He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, making your chest heave as you laughed to yourself. Then, Rafe decided he wasn’t close enough to you so he moved his leg on top of yours, as he moved himself completely so he could be almost on top of you. It was his favorite cuddling position. It wasn’t your complete favorite because you were one move away from choking and passing out in your sleep, but you’d do anything for Rafe. Even if it meant dying in your sleep due to his abnormal cuddling styles.
Rafe fell asleep like a baby in your warm embrace and you eventually did, too. Rafe loved you but he loved your cuddling a tiny bit more.
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⊹˚₊‧ twenty (20) BF!SUNARIN headcanons!!
yes, you read that right. it's 20 hcs!! bcs it was his bday :3
ps! if this post seems familiar—i actually posted this on my old blog months before privating the post :> and i love this post sm that i rlly want to repost it here T-T uhm, anyway! this is also the newly edited version 😁
bf!sunarin who loves sending tiktoks to you—his entire tiktok fyp. he doesn’t care if the tiktok was relatable or not, he would still send it either way. you can’t really blame him—his tiktok fyp is frankly interesting. it is also common for him to send you some of the latest couple trends along with the message saying, “let’s do this trend.”
bf!sunarin who loves posting you in his instagram stories more than anything. he even made an instagram highlight on his profile dedicated to you. he posts you a lot on his stories to the point that his followers thought that his instagram account is a stan account about you.
bf!sunarin who would always carry a hair tie with him in case you needed it. he would even help you tie your hair if you wanted to. you want a simple ponytail or a braided updo? he can nail both. thank his skills for he got those after being his little sister’s personal hairstylist when they were younger.
bf!sunarin who is a great photographer who loves and enjoys taking candid pictures of you. he even made a folder dedicated to candid pictures of you. sometimes he would even be such a tease and make a meme out of your candid pictures before sending it to you.
bf!sunarin who still loves taking those “soft launch” photos with you and posting them on his social media even if almost everyone already knows that the two of you are dating.
bf!sunarin who loves coming over to your home—uninvited or not—to have some quality time with you. most of the time the two of you would just end up cuddling together and watching movies until both of you falls asleep.
bf!sunarin who will often message you to ask if you want to go to a convenience store or any other fast food chain available in the most ungodly hours. sometimes he would randomly drive by your home to come to pick you up even if you haven’t replied to his text message yet.
bf!sunarin who enjoys having midnight walks and car rides with you. he finds this as the best time to have a one-on-one conversation with you since it would just be the two of you and the silence of the night. and the most common topics that the two of you always talk about are the “remember when” conversations. he would even pull up his phone and show some receipts like photos or videos he had taken during those times.
bf!sunarin who will definitely make a spotify playlist about you and your relationship. he also loves playing those playlists whenever the two of you go on your occasional midnight car rides or just road trips in general.
bf!sunarin who loves seeing you wearing his hoodies and jerseys—especially his high school jersey. he also likes taking candid pictures of you wearing those before putting them in a separate folder in his gallery.
bf!sunarin who always holds your hand in public. and if he’s not holding your hand, his hand would either be placed on your waist or at the small of your back.
bf!sunarin who is absolutely physically affectionate towards you in private. he loves peppering you with kisses on your forehead, jaw, neck, and nape, before giving you a passionate kiss on the lips.
bf!sunarin who loves spooning you whenever the two of you cuddle or sleep together on the bed. and if the two of you are sleeping on the couch, you bet you would be sleeping on top of his body with his arms wrapped around your body.
bf!sunarin who will always try to find you among crowds of people—may it be during a party that he knows you’ll attend or on the benches whenever he has a match.
bf!sunarin who will always mention your name during special mentions in interviews and awards—highlighting that you are very significant in his life.
bf!sunarin who likes talking about you positively to his family and friends. he isn’t such an open person to his family, but when it comes to you? he’s definitely talking about you in full detail even if they just asked a simple yes or no question about you.
bf!sunarin who likes listening to your interests and rants. you like this certain book or video game? he’s listening—he might even try it out for himself. you find this one coworker of yours annoying? he’s listening. he’s like your living diary but don’t worry, your secrets are safe with him.
bf!sunarin who likes listening to any tea you have to spill. he would even share his thoughts and knowledge about the tea that you are sharing with him. and of course, he also likes spilling you the tea he has gathered all over social media and in person.
bf!sunarin who may not be good at studying and cooking but will try his best to help you out. you don’t have the time to prepare some snacks for yourself while studying? he’s already getting his car keys to go to the nearest fast food chain to get you a takeout. you’re going to make dinner? you bet he is already on his way to buy the ingredients that you’ll need.
bf!sunarin who suddenly insists that the two of you should try making waxed hands for some quality time with each other. little did you know that he’s going to use the waxed hands that you guys will make to measure your ring size so that he can finally buy an engagement ring and pop you the question.
bf!kita shinsuke headcanons
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Nightmares
The start of my Astarion rabbithole begins here...
Summary: You can't sleep without Astarion. Even still, nightmares continue to haunt you but Astarion vows to do all he can to ease your pain.
“Yes darling?” Astarion asks the moment he feels your face collide with his back, lifting his gaze from his book. Your arms wrap around his waist, pressing his body against yours and Astarion will never tell you how much he loves that feeling. No matter what you bribe him with.
You incoherently mumble something in return, burying your face into the back of his shirt.
“I can’t quite make out what you just said, dearest. You’ll have to speak up a bit more,” he bites back a laugh at how you give an angry grumble in response and closes the book, gently prying you off him.
Turning around to face you, he presses a kiss to the top of your head before tilting your chin up so that he can press another kiss to your lips, his cold slender fingers gliding over your warm skin. The tip of his index finger traces along your jawline as he hungrily kisses you deeper, his other hand tangled in your hair.
You kiss him back with equal fervour, eyes closed. His fangs graze your bottom lip, drawing a hint of blood which he immediately licks up, letting out a soft moan at the sweetness that floods his tongue.
“You still have not told me what it is you desire, my sweet,” he nuzzles into your hair, arms wrapped tightly around you. His book lies on the ground long forgotten, all that he can think about is how nice you feel in his embrace, as though you were made for it.
“Cuddle,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes. “Can’t sleep without you.”
“You miss me that much, dearest?” He teases. “Come along then, you need your sleep.” He pretends as though your words haven’t set his ears on fire, that the sudden rush of warmth in his chest wasn’t caused by your proclamation of how much you wanted his presence and gently guides you back to your tent, barely remembering to pick his book up.
Once he’s tucked you into your bedroll, pushing hair out of your face before you start sneezing from the tickles, he removes his tunic and gets comfortable by your side. The moment he lies down, you snuggle up to him, burying your face in his chest. Your body curls up, fitting against his like a puzzle piece.
“Good night, Astarion,” you murmur drowsily.
“Good night, my sweet,” he runs his fingers through your hair, the motion lulling you to sleep like it always does. He relishes in the way your hair smoothly parts for his fingers, the softness of the strands brushing against his skin. Ever since he introduced his hair routine to you, your hair condition had been improving and he was pleased with how much you loved to show it off to him.
It doesn’t take long for you to drift off, lips parting slightly as your chest gently rises and falls with each breath. Astarion enjoys this part of your nightly cuddles the most, it reminds him of why he fights so hard each and every day. If he had to withstand the exhausting hikes, fights and idiocy of the rest of the party just to see the small smile of contentment on your face when you slept, he would do it for an eternity without hesitation. All that mattered to him was that you were happy, safe. Free.
He gently hums a tune he remembers you humming before, resisting the urge to kiss you over and over again, knowing that it would wake you up. His fingers dance along your back, tracing the scars that mar it. He’s long memorised each and every single one of them, whether it be from the passionate nightly activities or simply cuddling, just like tonight. Even though you find them disgusting, he finds them beautiful. They are signs of what has failed to kill you, of what you’ve pulled through. They told those who saw that that you were strong, that you were a survivor.
He finds himself tracing over the thin scar lines along your arm that wrap around like vines. You’ve never told them where you got them from, each time he tries to breach the topic you shy away, changing the subject with a laugh. He knows glimpses of your past from the nights the two of you have sat together under the moonlight, talking about whatever came to mind at the moment, but he never quite got the full picture. You purposely avoided talking about certain things and he never once probed further out of respect for your privacy, but moments like this make him wonder what someone as cheerful and bright as you had been through to become a completely different person when such topics were discussed.
Still, he won’t push you further than you’re comfortable with. You’ve never done it to him, even if it clearly frustrated you how little he was willing to divulge and he respected you for that. You would tell him about the scars on your arm when you were comfortable with it, he knew, and he could wait. He was a vampire spawn, he had the time to wait.
You shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowed and fingernails digging into the bedroll beneath. A nightmare .
Astarion gently rubs your back, whispering sweet assurances into your ear and pressing his forehead against yours, hoping it will calm you down. The whimper that escapes your lips breaks his undead heart and he wishes he could enter dreams, just so that he could fight off whatever nightmare was plaguing you tonight.
“It’s alright, love. It’s just a nightmare,” he whispers, despising how powerless he is. “I’m always right here, right by your side.”
“Star,” you whimper, eyes cracking open. “Help. Hurts.”
He desperately presses more kisses to the top of your head, holding you tightly. “I’m right here, I’m right here.”
He repeats the three words over and over again like a mantra, cradling you as you cry into his chest, sobs wracking your body. His hand rests on the back of your head, his body curled around yours to shield you from the world.
“Let it all out. No one else is here,” he murmurs. You cry even harder at his words, gasping between each sob until you have no tears left to give. He ignores how your fingernails have dug into his shoulders so much that you’ve drawn blood, far more concerned about how you are feeling.
“I’m sorry,” the words feel thick in your throat. You wipe your eyes, looking up at him with such pain in your eyes and sniffle.
“Don’t be, love. We all need a little space to cry.” He presses his lips to your warm, tear-stained skin, willing all your pain away.
Wrapped in his comforting embrace, you slowly drift back to sleep with the feeling of his hand rubbing circles on your back. Once he’s sure you’ve properly fallen asleep, he lets himself slip into a meditative half-trance, but always keeps an ear out for you just in case. He won’t ever leave you to face your demons alone. You’d do the same for him anyways, he’s just repaying the favour, right?
You reach out towards him in your slumber, throwing an arm around him so that you can pull him closer. Your breath tickles his skin and something within his chest squeezes, taking his breath away.
I love you, his lips form the words but no sound comes out. Watching your now peacefully slumbering form, his undead heart comes back to life but words still fail him. For now, he’ll resign himself to practising the words so that when the moment comes, he will be able to say them, and know you will say them back.
#astarion bg3#astarion x durge#astarion x reader#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate astarion#astarion x tav#astarion x you#bg3
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☆loser!ellie hcs pt.6☆
part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.
warnings: modern au, loser!ellie, fluff, slightly suggestive🔥(not really🤥), established relationship r n ellie, not explicit whether the r is fem or masc, all of these are just self inserts, some silly and random, the last one is a little not.., anyway…i think that’s it? yeah?
note: was feeling silly(literally everyday)lately and cooked these up
daily clicks. don’t buy tlou. read this. and this. help palestine
☆ ellie loves little intimate moments between the two of you, and they don’t even have to be like 😈, just like a kiss, or holding hands, cuddling, doing things together. it just makes her feel closer to you, and love you even more then she already does if that’s eve possible tho??
☆ i’ve talked about this before but, i saw this pin in a thrift store a little while ago and it was an ‘i ❤️ my gf’ pin and i just know if ellie got her fingers on that she’s pinning it onto her bag or jacket and walk around with it high and proud.
☆ ELLIE WOULD DEFINITELY SING ‘my kind of woman’ by Mac deMarco TO YOU. OMGGGGGG do I even need to say anything else she just loves you so very much that she can’t even put in words so she sings you that song and GHDHDBB
☆ ellie loves hugging, like she might actually die if doesn’t get to hug you every time she sees you. it’s really cute too, because like, idk, but i just need her to hug me. and the hug won’t be too tight like a normal hug, but she’ll hold you for so long omgggg. the two of you could be somewhere like a party and she hug you and not let you go until she thinks she’s had enough hugging(literally never) and she’ll just wobble side to side, slowly and, UGHHHHHH
☆ ellie loves to lay on top of you, specifically on your back. like you could be laying down on the bed or the couch and ellie would just lay on top of you. and maybe some humping no because who wrote that👀🤷♀️😅.
☆ i feel like ellie loves yelp, she loves to leave a good(not always) review of a restaurant or wherever she was. and she’s just be so brutally honest that it might even come of as rude, but it’s okay because she’s just a girl🎀
☆ definitely sends you these through out the day or just when she’s feelin extra silly and goofy🤪😜😝
☆ i just know ellie loves to play indie horror games. like they’re so fun and scary. and she could be like playing them, with you right next to her and she’ll say “this isn’t even scary” and then next jump scare she screams like she’s being stabbed to death😹
☆ yk that fairy trend on tiktok from like a million years ago, where you pretend to fly like a fairy but like only show your feet. i can 💯% see ellie doing that. like she’ll have a whole ass secret fairy acc and everything. she was a fairy🧚♀️🧚♀️ yk what I’m talking abt??
☆ personally i can see ellie working at like best buy or the home depo, wearing one of those vests with her name on it, and it’s so cutee. like one day you just came in looking for something and went up to ellie for some help and she helps you because obv like your so hot who wouldn’t??? and then would spent an hour explaining something to you…🤤🤤in her soft raspy Ellie voice🥵🥵😼
☆ I feel like Ellie definitely does the dad pose without knowing she’s doing it
☆ ellie definitely film’s little blog of what she is doing and sends them to you. she probably used to make them on snapchat when she was younger and they have her baby voice and she cringes at herself but you find it very cute🫶
☆ prefers tap water over filtered water.
☆ takes screenshots of things she thinks she’s going to need in the future/or needs to remember and just forgets abt them and then complains abt not having any storage on her phone.
☆ HEAR ME OUT OKAY HEAR ME OUTTT🙏🙏🙏 i feel like ellie definitely has some CRAZY hear me outs… like ummm the green and the brown m&ms, uhh wtv her name is, nala, mrs. potts from beauty and the beast(1991)………., this girl also dk her name, the tooth fairy for the rise of the guardians.., lola from the shark tale… dick me down no who said that???😅😰 ANYWAY ummm that was definitely not me speaking… i have more, BUT i going to stop RIGHT here for your own safety..
#𓊆 sofie writes ᡣ𐭩#ellie williams#lesbian#ellie tlou#ellie x reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie the last of us#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams the last of us#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x you#ellie x you#ellie x y/n#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x y/n#ellie headcanons#ellie hcs#loser ellie#loser!ellie#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams hcs#wlw#sapphic#tlou#tlou2
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hiiii <3 could you do a jealous svt pls <333 love your writing it's so cute :')
jealous seventeen ˚➶ ｡˚
a/n: i hope i did this request justice! (also these got hella long omg)
seungcheol:
❀ whines and pouts, you can't escape them
❀ not super serious but he will let you know
❀ "he kept fawning over you, who does that guy think he is!" he tells you as you both enter your apartment, "like i was right there and he really had no shame!"
❀ "y/n, never talk to him again, he doesn't even deserve a glance" he tells you (only half serious, he'd never actually try to control who you talked to)
❀ literally just kiss him mid complaint and it'll resolve 98% of his issue
❀ "'cheol you know you have nothing to worry about, i love you, remember?"
❀ give him an extra kiss on the cheek and this gets him to maybe stop pouting
❀ insists on being a little closer to you that day
jeonghan:
❀ no one would be able to tell except for the guy he’s trying to ward off from you
❀ he prides himself on you have his ultimate trust, of course you could never do anything wrong!
❀ it’s at a party and he can just sense that this guy is going to try something. he can't let this go on any longer when he sees him slightly lean in to you to try to whisper something in your ear
❀ he’ll do something simple, maybe pushing your hair behind your ear to cup your cheek to make his presence known
❀ immediately, you turn at the familiar gesture and it only gets better when you smile when you see him, “hi ‘hannie”
joshua:
❀ joshua is kind of perfect in my mind ??? so i firmly believe we have a communication king right here
❀ you come home from a party and when you both finish washing up he pulls you in for some cuddles, with you resting your head on his chest
❀ “you tired?” you asked
❀ “mm a little” he hums
❀ when you glance up to look at his face you notice he’s a bit deep in thought
❀ “is there something wrong?”
❀ “hmm, you didn’t do anything wrong, love” he begins, “just something about that guy from earlier.. the one in the blue shirt? something felt off..”
❀ “was someone feeling a little jealous?” you chuckled, earning a small chuckle from him too because he feels a little silly over this
❀ “a bit” he confirms, hugging you a little tighter
❀ “we’ll it’s a good thing i get to go home with you, isn’t it?” you smile, leaning up him a kiss. he murmurs a "that's true" against your lips
jun:
❀ will remove you from the situation in the most random way possible
❀ there's someone talking to you a little too close for his liking and he really just walks up to you with his phone in his hand
❀ "baby, your mom's calling"
❀ your mom barely calls him so you're very confused, but you politely excuse yourself to take this call
❀ once he's led you away, you're both looking at each other and he realizes he didn't know what to do when his plan got this far
❀ "isn't she on the call right now?" you ask, pointing to his phone
❀ "um, actually no one was calling?" he admits
❀ you're perplexed and you don't really put two and two together until you both see the person from your earlier conversation walking up to you and jun steers you in another direction
❀ you're giggling as you're walking away, "junnie were you getting jealous?"
❀ "hm?" he hums, even raising his eyebrows, "never"
❀ please massage his temples later for he's been a bit stressed
hoshi:
❀ he feels a pang in his heart when he gets jealous
❀ but he also doesn’t want to confront you because he does trust you and he knows he really has nothing to worry about
❀ but he can’t help but feel a little territorial and he just wants to let you know how much he wants you
❀ if you’re at a party he’ll wait for you to finish your little conversation. he makes eye contact with you across the room and you see him take a seat somewhere on the side
❀ when you make your way towards him a couple moments later, he leans into your ear, hot breath tickling you and heightening your senses
❀ “you know you look so hot right now?”
❀ he’s still leaning in when this comment makes you blush. “that person’s practically drooling, i mean, anyone would”
❀ a hand comes to your thigh and he places a kiss that just ghosts over the skin of your neck
❀ “do you wanna get out of here?”
❀ you’re nodding immediately-
wonwoo:
❀ you brought him to a reunion dinner with you and inevitably, old histories get rehashed for fun
❀ someone brings up how you almost got together with another guy all those years ago and it just so happens that that person is at the dinner too
❀ “remember when he got y/n flowers!” and everyone chatters in agreement
❀ frankly wonwoo feels a little sick even if it was only a joke, you’re laughing awkwardly but you do sneak glances at him to check if he’s okay
❀ “damn imagine if they did get together all those years ago, they might’ve been married now!”
❀ his stomach churns even more when that guy looks at you and his stare lingers. “y/n, imagine?” he calls out to you, even from across the table
❀ at that comment everyone’s gasping and cheering on weird excitement and wonwoo feels as if he’s getting smaller and smaller
❀ “guys, c’mon…” you start, trying to calm everyone down
❀ in an attempt to ground himself a little bit he reaches for your hand. his anxiety calms down a bit when you take his one hand in both of yours. it always calms him when you do this
❀ you turn to him and lean into his ear, “we can go soon if you feel uncomfortable”
❀ he shakes his head, assuring you that he’s fine even if he doesn’t feel great. though it does help that you check on him throughout the night even when the conversation changes topic
❀ on your way home, you walk with your arms linked together. “sorry if they made you uncomfortable earlier,” you told him, “it was such a long time ago, i don’t know why they still bring it up”
❀ “it’s not your fault so you don’t have to be sorry” he replies, “but do you wonder if things could’ve been different?”
❀ he’s surprised when you stop walking to look at him. “i don’t wonder about it because i’m happy with you wonu”
❀ you’re glad to see his smile, it feels like you haven’t seen it all night. “i’m very happy with you too”
❀ this lighter mood lets you two continue your walk home, but maybe you walk a little closer to him
woozi:
❀ i think he’d be able to reason himself out because he finds himself getting jealous as him being silly
❀ you’ve never given him a reason to feel this way, so why should he start now?
❀ this leads him to think about all the best parts of you and how he loves you so much he feels like his heart is gonna burst sometimes
❀ so his moment of jealousy turns into him wanting to do something nice for you
❀ you come home to jihoon having ordered from your favorite restaurant and even some dessert from your favorite bakery
❀ you walk over to him to kiss his cheek, “what’s all this?”
❀ “nothing much, just thought you deserved it” he tells you, returning a kiss to the side of your head
❀ you’re so smiley over the food and you tell him, “i love you, you know”
dokyeom:
❀ pleads with his eyes but ultimately stays quiet
❀ he by no means wants to be possessive but the way this barista is talking to you makes his stomach churn
❀ who is this guy going on about how you're one of their regulars and yadda yadda yadda..
❀ at first it's dokyeom’s fingers lightly touching your hand, then an arm wraps around your waist as this small talk kills him
❀ you can feel his gaze as this barista tries to extend the conversation despite the line forming behind you
❀ when you notice how he looks a little sad you politely tell the barista, "well, i'm so excited that i get to show my boyfriend how good your coffee is! have a nice day!"
❀ dokyeom perks at hearing you announce him as your boyfriend as the two of you walk to a little booth in the cafe, his hand staying at your waist
❀ he also chooses to sit next to you at this booth, keeping a hand on your thigh
❀ "here you need to taste this," you gush, feeding him a small bite of a pastry and doting on him a little bit more than usual
❀ he eases up a bit when you kiss his cheek. "you know you're my favorite person right," you tell him
❀ with this, his eyes crinkle when he smiles and he nods, the moment of jealousy he had becomes forgotten
❀ "and you know you're mine"
mingyu:
❀ his heart ACHES
❀ he would never stop you from seeing anyone, completely trusting you, so he just told you a "have fun, baby" on your way out to meet up with an old classmate
❀ he sees your story as you're out and sees that.. this classmate... is quite attractive... he feels awful for his mind even taking this route
❀ your story is innocent, pictures of your food, a casual selfie with the caption "reunited after so long!" with your friend's username tagged too
❀ and so ensues the stalking of this friend's account LMAO
❀ he doesn't even care if he gets caught stalking this person's story as he taps to view it. to his dismay your friend posted a selfie of the two of you too
❀ what mingyu immediately notices is the way their arm is around you in the photo, pulling you close as you (cutely) hold up a peace sign with your fingers
❀ when you come home he welcomes you with a tight hug while simultaneously fighting back the urge to ask you too much about your night
❀ "you look pretty today, did i tell you that yet?" "thank you, 'gyu" you smiled as you took off your shoes
❀ when the two of you eventually settle on the couch he tries his very best to be casual with some of his questions
❀ "so how was it? are they a close friend from before?" part of his jealousy subsided as you snuggled into him, "yeah a bit, we grew up together, it was good to catch up after so long"
❀ his hand runs up and down your back as he tries to think of how to gently ask a few more questions. he figures he might as well mention it
❀ "so i tapped on your friend's profile because you tagged them?"
❀ you raise your eyebrows, "oh yeah?"
❀ he can’t help but bring up the hug, "were you guys the kind of friends that hugged a lot? because that's totally fine-" your chuckle interrupts him
❀ "would it help you relax if you knew they also had a partner?"
❀ "oh" he sighs and you could tell a part of him was relieved
❀ “and we talked about you too” you continue
❀ this makes him curious. “you did?”
❀ “yeah i told them i’m so stupidly in love with you that i’d rather the earth crack in half and swallow me if i had to live without you”
❀ he laughs, “sure you did-”
❀ “i did! and i even said how i think about you all the time and how you’re so unbelievably handsome that i’m embarrassingly down bad”-
❀ it’s his turn to interrupt you with a half tackle of a hug, pulling you so close to him in an embrace so tight that your laugh gets muffled
❀ “okay i get it, i love you, it was silly to be jealous” he chuckles
minghao:
❀ maybe one day he picks you up from work and you greet him with a hug as he waits for you outside of his car. he notices your jacket and wonders if it’s new
❀ when he hugs you he likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck. to his surprise, he smells a cologne that is definitely not his
❀ “new jacket?” he asks casually
❀ “oh it got cold and my friend had an extra jacket in his locker” you explain
❀ “oh okay” he replies, but you don’t miss the millisecond his eyebrows knit together in thought
❀ suddenly he’s taking off his thick sweater even if he’s only wearing a shirt underneath. “here wear this instead it’s probably warmer, it’s wool, see?”
❀ “hao you only have a shirt on, you’ll get cold then”
❀ “no it’s okay” he assures you “i don’t get cold but you do, here” NDYDYDHDH
❀ before you can protest any further, he’s sliding your friend’s jacket off your shoulders and slipping the opening of his (admittedly warmer) sweater over your head
❀ “better right?” he asks as he folds your friend’s jacket up neatly
❀ “yeah” you agree, hugging yourself with his sleeves that are too long for you, “still has your warmth too”
❀ “exactly” he smiles, patting your head. he always loves seeing you in his clothes, there’s no reason for you to need anyone else’s :)
seungkwan:
❀ so maybe you gave mingyu a casual compliment because bros been getting beefy and you know he puts a lot of work into it
❀ "wow going to the gym is paying off, huh?"
❀ seungkwan overhears this and gives the most obvious and unabashed side eye LOL
❀ when you try to get him to stop pouting later on he’s (still gently) batting you away and removing your hand from him and flicking it NSYSH
❀ you're asking him for a favor he won't help you
❀ “uh huh, why are you coming to me now? i’m sure mingyu can open that bottle for you with his big beefy arms!”
❀ "but i want you!" you insist and for a second his act drops because he likes it when you tell him you like him
❀ he tuts anyway but he can't resist you (he loves making your life easier)
❀ "i can start working out my arms too, you know" he tells you
❀ you chuckle, shaking your head, "i mean, i'd root for you in anything you choose to do, but just so you know, i love my talented, pretty, athletic, kind- did i say handsome yet? handsome- package deal of a boyfriend"
❀ he's blushing now, you got him hehe
vernon:
❀ you would almost miss it if you didn’t recognize the subtle difference in his mannerisms
❀ he’s not super big on pda and you're fine with that, so you do notice when his hand doesn’t exactly know where to rest
❀ first it’s lightly on the small of your back, then it’s around your waist, then it’s back to your back
❀ he’s so quiet but you can tell he’s thinking about something in the way his gaze is a little in the distance
❀ vernon was originally part of this conversation with this other person but he does notice how they’re only focusing on you, leaning into you, and laughing a little too hard at your jokes
❀ when you hear a forced laugh come out of him you definitely know he’s feeling off
❀ his jealous thoughts only subside when you take his anxious hand and rest it on your hip and you take a step to put your body flush against his. no one could doubt that you’re a couple
❀ later on, his hand still hasn’t left you and you notice that this is new. kiss his jaw to ease him a bit, a silent message of you have nothing to worry about
dino:
❀ he hears you gasp when as your scrolling on your phone
❀ he’s feeling just a little nosy so he peeks over at your phone only to see some other shirtless idol and he is BETRAYED LMAO
❀ “baby you have the future of kpop right next to you” he whines
❀ you laugh, closing your phone to to cup his cheeks, “of course, and he’s definitely the hottest”
❀ he rolls his eyes jokingly and you think it ends here
❀ ohoho the next morning you’re surprised to walk into your kitchen to see your boyfriend shirtless with his pajamas hanging dangerously low on his hips, abs very prominent in the gentle morning light
❀ you can’t help but walk over to rest your hands on his hips
❀ “why are you naked so early in the morning…?”
❀ “what do you mean? i always walk around the house like this” (no he doesn’t) (he’s also definitely flexing right now)
❀ “uh huh, you know you can’t do this, right?” you tell him, tilting your head to the side
❀ he’s feeling a little bold, so he leans in so his face is inches from yours. “and why not?”
❀ “because i’d never get anything done” is the last thing you say before you’re taking his hand and pulling him back to your bedroom and pushing him onto your bed-
#seventeen#seventeen headcanons#seventeen imagines#svt hcs#scoups x reader#jeonghan x reader#joshua x reader#jun x reader#hoshi x reader#wonwoo x reader#woozi x reader#dokyeom x reader#mingyu x reader#minghao x reader#seungkwan x reader#vernon x reader#dino x reader#choi seungcheol#yoon jeonghan#hong joshua#wen junhui#kwon hoshi#jeon wonwoo#lee woozi#lee dokyeom#kim mingyu#xu minghao#boo seungkwan#chwe vernon#lee dino
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jock!yuuji carrying you back to your dorm on his back after a party and you’re both a little tipsy, keeps his hands on you when you get off his back :((( won’t let go of your hand when you head into your room and u giggle and pull him in and he cuddles you and plays with your hair and his nose twitches in his sleep HE IS MY ANGEL SWEETHEART DARLING BOY
PLS i was writing this on the train but it didn’t save to my drafts SCREAMS!!! anyways … i think whenever you go to parties and stuff yuuji drinks a little less than you so he can make sure he’s un the right headspace to get you home safely !! like you’re super introverted n it takes a lot for you to go out to big crowded parties on campus so he wants you to let lose and have fun !!
anyways when you tell him you’re ready to go he’s quick to use his big strong arms to lift you onto his back because he knows his tipsy girl can’t walk :(( n he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. making the walk home is full of giggles and yuuji finds it so cute how you’re just rambling and holding onto him so tight he feels so warm inside knowing that you need him bye !! you’re literally saying anythigg and it’s got him smiling to himself because he knows you won’t remember in the morning like imagine asking jock bf yuuji if he’d still love you if you were a worm n he’s like
“of course princess, i’d still love you if you were a worm!”
“e-even if i started the process of decay ‘n rotted all y’protein shakes?”
“yes baby, even then.”
GOSH !!! and when he gets to your dorm he doesn’t quite wanna say goodbye :( playing with your fingers while you swipe your key card for the reception. please itadori’s twiddling with his thumbs, waiting for his goodnight kiss ‘n then you ask if he wants to come up to sober up since it’s a long walk back to his dorm n he’s instantlyyyy past the threshold n ready to go to bed with you.
he’s so sweet, he helps you undress and pulls out one of your (his) jerseys to wear to bed !! big jock boyfriend yuuji just snuggling amongst your teeny tiny plushies while you wash off your makeup, and he’s already shirtless ready for cuddles by the time you’re done !! he pulls you right into his chest for snuggles n plays with your fingers until you’re both drifting off hicc
yuuji definitely sleeps better at your place and definitely sleeps through his alarm for practise — meaning that both of you are woken up by several missed calls from an irritated coach satoru >:)
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Zoro Birthday HCs!
Rating: SFW + NSFW hcs (NSFW under read more)
A/n: these were posted during his birthday im only just posting it here now haha.
GN reader and pronouns.
Read at my ao3 here!
SFW
It’s Zoro’s birthday! Yay! And that means lots of celebrating.
Or, in Zoro’s case, it means more napping and drinking.
Yes, it is a bit different but Zoro likes more lowkey birthday celebrations where he can rest as an excuse.
“Fine, since you’re twisting my arm about it, I’ll just go and lay down.”
He says, as if he wasn’t smiling and wanting to sleep after eating you and Sanji’s birthday breakfast.
He mostly wants birthday cuddles and kisses while he’s trying to sleep. He wants to have you slung on him like a koala and snoring in his ear for his nap.
He admits he doesn’t really need any gifts, but he’s not going to complain if you got him something. He’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth when you reveal the gift box(es) to him.
If you get him something personalized or something like jewelry, expect him to glance in confusion at you.
“Why’d you get me something like this? Not really the fashionable type, ya know.”
But he will be wearing it every day from then on and will never take it off.
Author note: god he’d look ridiculously hot with a thin gold chain on his neck and I want it so bad.
Drinks a lot tonight. He’s going to deny that his birthday is anything special but he’s chugging it like he’s liberated another country. Maybe it’s because you and the crew care so much that it makes a day he normally skips on so full of love and joy.
Sanji made the cake (and designed it at your discretion) so Zoro acts like it ain’t shit.
“It’s just a cake. No need to go crazy over it.”
He ate like three slices before Luffy barged in and swallowed the rest of it.
He continues to have a great day with the crew after they make sure to throw him a small party as well as give him their gifts.
Speaking of gifts…
NSFW
When you tell Zoro you have another gift for him in his quarters, well, he’s a bit shocked. You already did so much for him, and you’re giving him another gift?
He follows your instructions and finds you on his bed, naked, pressing one his swords against your body while you’re holding a bottle of expensive sake.
Let’s just say his fourth sword started getting up.
He can’t wait to dive in and have fun with this “gift.”
He manhandles you a bit more, holding you tightly and gripping your hips while he’s busy kissing you roughly and exploring your mouth.
He enjoys drinking the sake from your mouth in these scenarios, mostly because he likes to fluster you enough to let it drip from your mouth.
He also likes to lay you down and pour the sake on your body so he can lick and slurp it up. The sounds are almost so obscene it makes you turn red.
“Eyes on me. Don’t get shy on me now. You’re the one who wanted to give me this gift, right?”
He’s happily performing oral on you over and over, to the point where you’re wondering if he remembers it’s his birthday, not yours.
If you insist on giving him oral, he ain’t complaining. Just know he’ll be a bit rougher and grip your hair tighter. And the stuff he’s whispering and telling you is so sinful, it’s almost impossible not to feel your heart race.
“Fuck. Just like that. You can take more. I know you can.”
You two are going at it all night, and while Zoro normally is keen on keeping you quiet, tonight, he throws caution into the wind and doesn’t care how loud you are. Heck, he even starts encouraging you to scream his name.
“Just like that, baby. Who’s fucking you this good?”
Maybe it’s the alcohol making him rather tipsy enough to not give a shit about what could be going on.
When you two finish after a long night, he pulls you in close and kisses the top of your head.
“Hey… I don’t think I thanked you for today… thanks. Really.”
You’re falling asleep on his chest but the look in his eyes is so full of love and adoration for you, and he sighs happily knowing he’s got you.
You’re the best thing in his life, and he knows that despite all the gifts he got today… you’re still the best gift he could ever ask for or even deserve.
So he presses another kiss to your forehead and enjoys the afterglow of a wonderful birthday night, his mind drifting away to things he could do for you.
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the spring curse - ross x reader ˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧💌˚.⋆🌿
a/n: this is essentially a sickfic with so much yapping in there oh my god 🙄 yapping and yearning are the two things i operate on
cw: brief suggestive content but no actual smut. being ill i suppose but it's very mild and fluffy. also pls we're going to suspend our disbelief here because i have no idea what being a florist entails.
wc: 3.4k
they get together at the beginning of winter.
the last of the leaves are already a deep shade of orange, falling and falling everyday until the trees go barren and white snowflakes start fluttering all around. they’re already exclusive by the time the first proper snow of the season falls.
ross is a boyfriend. to the girl of his dreams. it makes him feel as giddy as a teenager every time he thinks about it; every time she gives him a sweet smile and an even sweeter kiss.
he always holds her hand just a little tighter, cuddles her closer just a little longer every time she has to go—he’s making up for the lost time, he thinks. all the time he’s wasted being stupid and a coward. and so whenever she stays over he stays near her, follows her around from room to room. she finds it infinitely amusing, so endearing that she can’t help but kiss him every two minutes for it.
a florist’s job is pretty slow in the winter. ross learns that quite early on in their relationship when he gets to take the slow days extra slow—cuddling on the sofa and dancing in the kitchen and every other cheesy thing he can think of.
he fucking adores the slow mornings after she stays over—loves waking up with her in his arms, loves the slow, lazy morning sex where she’s moaning and squirming and cumming on his cock barely awake, loves how she looks at him with sleepy eyes hooded with lust.
“‘s gonna be so awful when my job picks up again and the spring weddings start happening,” she says one morning while they’re in bed still, her head on his chest. ross hums. “you’ll be lucky if you see me two days in a row.”
he pouts. “it’s not that busy is it?”
“it is! so many new flowers coming into the shop and scott wants us to make sure each one of them is absolutely perfect. individually. fuck and the pollen—you’re not allergic to pollen are you? because i get so covered in it…”
ross racks his brain. maybe he does remember being a bit more sniffly in spring but nothing severe. it’s never been noteworthy. he shrugs and holds her tighter. “nah, don’t think so. it can’t be that bad though.”
she laughs mirthlessly. “you don’t know the half of it. my ex was so allergic i had to stay away for all of spring pretty much. like three months every year where i’d move back in with my parents because it was just that bad for him.”
he pretty much stops listening halfway through, stuck on the part where she had to stay away for three whole months. he can barely stay away half the week.
“don’t have to worry about that,” he strokes her hair, brushing off the silly unwanted thoughts.
and it turns out to be true—even when she stays in the shop longer, busy catering to new year’s parties and other events, ross hardly ever has a reaction to it. it’s blown out of proportion, he thinks. sure pollen allergies are real, but they must be incredibly rare.
what are the odds that he has it just as bad as her ex?
soon enough he forgets the conversation. everything is so blissful, so perfect that by the time valentine’s day rolls around, he’s already asked her to move in.
“are you serious?” she shrieks, giddy with excitement. it works great for them—for one, the floral shop she works at is so much closer to his house. and then just as an added bonus, he doesn’t have to compromise to seeing her only half the days of the week.
“yes. oh my god, yes! it’d be perfect…”
and he agrees. it would be perfect… until, well, it’s not.
spring arrives with a riot of colours—little weedy flowers grow in his backyard, daisies and buttercups cover grassy patches on the ground. even the dead trees start sprouting new leaves.
everything outside is cheery and pretty and colourful. in comparison, ross feels…weirdly tired. not that it’s an everyday thing but on days when he’s outside more, he’s way too fucking exhausted to do anything else. it’s only when the sneezing starts does the conversation come back to haunt him.
my ex was so allergic i had to stay away for all of spring pretty much…
ross shudders, thankful that it’s not that bad for him. it’s not! he’s certain about that. it’s only a scratchy throat and mildly itchy eyes that he could have gotten from eye strain too frankly, and maybe just a little case of the sniffles. it’s annoying, sure, but it’s not the end of the world. there’s no reason she needs to know about it and worry that she'll have to be away from him when she just moved in a week ago.
he can very easily chalk up all his symptoms to a plethora of other things.
and well, denial’s worked great for him—for one whole week, at least.
towards the end of her second week, ross feels more tired than usual. she’s been slightly more busy at work (there’s a big wedding coming up) and ross has taken it upon himself to do a deep clean of the house now that he has a bit more free time—spring cleaning, to get rid of the pollen that may or may not be there.
everytime there’s a persistent cough, he brushes it off. it’s dust—of course, that’s what’s making him cough and sneeze.
it’s all the cleaning—that’s why he’s so tired.
all of it melts away though when he hears the keys jingling and the door opening. there’s a bit of a shuffle, a door shutting softly and then he hears her.
“ross?”
he’s out the kitchen and walking towards her the next second, smiling huge. she looks like a fucking delight—hair a bit messy from the wind, surrounded by the smell of her perfume and a whole mix of flowers, plus something inexplicably green.
she grins when she sees him and almost tackles him into a hug.
“i love coming home to you…” the words are muffled by his t-shirt but his heart speeds up regardless. ross smiles and tucks his nose into her hair.
“hello, you. had a good day?”
she nods and stays exactly like she was. the bliss only lasts another second though. ross feels it only a second before it happens—the string of sneezes he lets out with only a split second’s warning from his body.
one, two, three, fifteen… until his eyes are watery and his throat stings from the effort. she looks at him with a bewildered expression on her face, slightly confused about…all of it.
he shakes his head. “shit, sorry! must have inhaled some pepper… i was just making dinner.”
which isn’t a lie. he was making dinner and yes he has got the pepper out on the table. she throws him one more skeptical look but doesn’t push it further.
ross takes her bag from her. “go wash up, i’ve got a movie picked out for us.”
she brightens instantly, and gives him a gorgeous smile, one that makes the tiny dimple by her lip appear. ross watches her nod and walk away from him, making her way to their bedroom. his smile is real for the most part until she finally shuts the door and he lets the cough he’s been holding in loose. he tries not to agitate his throat more, he tries to clear it so it would get rid of the itchy, sticky feeling.
pollen, the logical part of his brain tells him. there was a tonne of pollen in her hair. but ross stubbornly gulps a glass of water, sighing at the way it makes him feel better instantly. he splashes some water from the kitchen sink on his eyes to get rid of the stinging.
it’s only a bit of allergies, he’s not going to die from it. besides, once she showers, the pollen would be washed away…right?
the other delightful symptoms show up hours later when he’s in bed, tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. his head feels fucking heavy, like there’s suddenly a dumbbell placed on there. the itchy eyes won’t let him get comfortable and the constant urge to sneeze has him almost on the verge of fucking tears from how uncomfortable he is.
ross curses silently, staying as far away from her without falling off the bed—for one he wants to try limiting his exposure to pollen. and if there’s a slight chance that he’s coming down with something then it’s better that he stay a bit away from her anyway.
that just makes him even more miserable. all he wants to do is cuddle and fall asleep and not wake up until it’s at least 8 am the next morning but apparently he’s not afforded this luxury.
sighing, ross gets up and checks his phone. 1:03 am.
then he makes his way to the kitchen. maybe some tea might help… at least out of the bedroom he can finally sneeze into the crook of his elbow without worrying about waking her up.
ross stumbles into the kitchen, his footsteps heavy with exhaustion and frustration. he flicks on the dim light above the stove, wincing as it illuminates the small space. his head throbs with each heartbeat, and he reaches up to massage his temples, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure.
he tries not to be miffed about it—the fact that being out of the room instantly feels a bit better. it must the the honey in the tea, or the warm water. whatever it is, he refuses to admit it to himself that it may be her. that he’s been cocky about it this whole time only for it to bite him in the ass.
“ross?” he startles and whirls around.
despite the painful headache, his heart melts. she looks sleepy and soft—hair half out of the braid, his giant t-shirt drowning her a little, sliding off her shoulder. she squints her eyes against the light and rubs the sleep out of them.
“what are you doing, it’s—” she has to wait till the yawn passes “—so late. you alright?”
he nods, maybe a bit too quickly and fails to stifle a wince. the movement makes a twinge of pain slice through his head and her eyes train on him.
“you’re being weird… are you unwell?”
“‘m not being weird,” he tries to reassure her. ross walks up to her, placing a hand on her waist so he could gently steer her back to their bedroom. “i’m fine, love. my throat feels a bit dry so i thought tea would help.”
“your eyes are all red.”
“yeah, babe. i just woke up.” lie, lie, lie. “come on, you’ve got to be up early. go back to bed, i’ll join you in a sec.”
the skepticism on her face remains. “ross, if you’re ill—”
“i’m not ill, come on. would i do this if i were ill?” and then he kisses her. for a good thirty seconds.
predictably (and to his delight) she goes all loose in his arms, clinging to him as if the kiss is the only thing that matters. that convinces her though and once they break apart, she hmphs.
“fine, don’t be long.” and then she drags her feet back to the bedroom.
ross stays in the kitchen for a bit longers, massaging his aching temples and hoping the tea works as some magical cure. he even manages to convince himself a little that it’s working, and maybe it is!
finally, fifteen minutes later he gives up. he just wants to be in bed at this point. he’ll figure out the rest tomorrow.
ross wakes up alone to warm sunlight streaming in from the window, perhaps a bit too warm for an early spring day. everything feels weird and uncomfortable and stuffy, almost like he can barely breathe. exhaustion coats every cell in his body.
what the fuck…
he just woke up too, how is it possible to be this tired, this early in the morning. he stretches a little, trying to shake off the ickiness, until his eyes land on a post it stuck on the nightstand.
i don’t know if you remember me telling you i was leaving for work early so i thought i’d leave a note. you looked really tired and uncomfy :( call me if you need me xx
her neat handwriting stands stark against the paper. how did he miss her leaving for work? he has absolutely no memory of being even half-awake and he never sleeps in until this late. ross frowns and checks himself for a fever but his skin feels cool to the touch, normal.
allergies. a voice chimes in again. allergies to pollen and spring and. allergies to your girlfriend.
it’s incredibly childish to think of it that way, he knows it. but he also knows that if she knew her job was causing him this much discomfort, she’d be quite sad about it. so ross just shrugs it away and sends her a text
awake and feeling a lot better :)
thirty seconds later, his phone pings.
good, because i took half the day off to spend it with you ♡
despite himself, ross beams, feeling giddy like a teenager. it takes him some effort to get out of bed and shake off the fatigue. he should probably clean the room a bit before she comes back. his thoughts wander back to the last time—to him uncontrollably sneezing and coughing because of the pollen in her hair.
ross groans and tries to clear his throat again.
somehow he manages to pass the time, doing little things here and there, getting on his playstation to see if any of his friends are free for a game (the are, but only for a bit). he makes himself a lazy lunch, quick and easy tin ravioli that she would 100% wrinkle her nose at (“pasta should be fresh though!”) and then he waits, scrolling on his phone to pass the time.
he wakes up to an onslaught of kisses and a huge bouquet of daisies.
for a second ross wonders when he fell asleep. he didn’t even mean to fall asleep, the tiredness just dragged him under…
“there you are,” she grins at him and places another kiss on his nose. ross tries not to blush like a high school girl. instead, he pulls her into a quick kiss.
“i got you flowers!” the bouquet of daisies is thrust into his hands. the flowers are beautiful, each about the same size, white and fresh and pretty and she beams at him proudly. “made that one for you.”
“you are perfect…” he kisses her again and cradles the flowers closer. “any special occasion though?”
“nah, just thought you were a bit unwell and thought i’d get you flowers.”
ross brightens. he loves how thoughtful she is, loves that she made sure to get him flowers because she suspected he was sick.
all of it comes crashing the moment he feels the familiar itchy feeling build at the back of his throat, feels his eyes starting to water. he tries not to throw the flowers away as if they were made of fire but he has twist his body away from hers when he breaks out into a coughing fit. hacking and trying to get the flowers away from him.
“shit, you okay?” she sounds alarmed and rubs her hand up and down his back. it barely registers while ross struggles to breathe.
quickly she runs to the kitchen to get him some water. it takes him a bit to breathe and stop coughing so he can get some water down.
“i didn’t know you were this sick!”
“i’m not,” his voice sounds strained but she ignores him entirely and places the back of her hand against his forehead.
“no fever,” she frowns. “but you looked so run down before…”
“i haven’t caught a bug i promise!”
she opens her mouth again to argue, about to say something but stops halfway through the sentence, her eyes widening and ross watches in real time as the realisation dawns on her. the room goes drop dead silent.
“fuck…” she murmurs, “it’s hay fever, isn’t it.”
ross wants to deny it so desperately but all he can do is sit there and pout miserably. there’s nothing he can say that will undo it now.
“how long?”
“how long what?”
“how long have you been feeling it? itchy eyes, the sneezing, coughing. you know what i’m talking about.”
he does but he doesn’t want to admit it. quietly, she move the flowers as far away as possible. ross palms the back of his neck, sheepish. “two weeks.”
“you’ve been miserable for what–two weeks? because of me! and you didn’t even tell me.” her face falls more and more with each word and ross wants to point out that this is exactly why he didn’t tell her, and now she’s upset anyway. convincing herself that she’s the reason he’s been feeling so horrible.
“why didn’t you tell me?”
sheepishly, he spills everything—how he remembers the conversation about her ex, how he doesn’t want her to feel like she’s the one making him sick.
“and i didn’t want you moving away for three months! you just moved in”
he sounds so petulant and childish to his own ears, he sounds like a seven year old, not a fully grown man.
for a moment she says absolutely nothing. she only looks at him, bewildered and speechless.
“did–do—” then she has to pause to take a deep breath. “did you take any antihistamines?”
and that’s when it dawns on him. ross opens his mouth and closes it again, like a fish. antihistamines. allergy medicine. a miracle of modern science easily available to him over the counter. something he didn’t even bother thinking about.
“did you?”
“no.”
he hangs his head in shame, embarrassed that he didn’t think about it sooner until peals of her laughter jolt him back. she looks like she’s ready to collapse on the sofa, completely fucking floored by the giggles she can’t seem to suppress.
“you are so dramatic!” she shrieks, manages to even get the whole sentence out between gasps and giggles. “you’d think you caught the black death or something.”
“oi!” ross flicks her her on the nose but joins in on the laughter too. he has been a fucking idiot, of course he has. “you said you had to move away every spring! because your ex had it that bad!”
“yeah because he had asthma, you idiot.”
with every new piece of information she reveals, ross feels his face warm up more and more. okay yeah… he really has been fucking dramatic about all this.
“you really are an idiot, you know that?,” she catches her breath with a bit of effort and moves a bit closer to him. ross pretends to grumble but pulls her on his lap and holds her close.
“your idiot?”
“don’t try to be cute, you’re not living this down.” she sounds stern for about two seconds before bursting into another fit of giggles and burying her face in his shoulder.
“i’m not moving out the house just because you’re allergic to me, you know?” she teases once she’s sobered up enough. “you’ll be fine with some pills.”
he would be, now all he wants to do is make a mad dash to the pharmacy and buy whatever otc medication they have. it’s been hell as is, he just wants this feeling to go away.
i’m not moving out the house…
his heart leaps up to his throat and relief floods his body. ross feels like he can finally breathe again (figuratively, at least).
“i’m not allergic to you,” he counters, “i’m obsessed with you if anything.”
“flirting will not get you out of this!” but ross doesn’t miss the way her smile widens and she struggles to meet his eyes. if only he could stay like this forever…
he would have even, if not for another round of sneezes building up again. ross cringes, turning to the side.
“shit shit! still, radioactive, sorry.”
ross snorts, silently begging for the sneezes to go away.
“let me make a pharmacy run for you,” she declares, putting her shoes back on and shushing him with a look before he can even protest. it’s fine though, he thinks, it's only twenty minutes. she’s coming back home to him anyway.
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Can I request for a general dating headcannons with Father, I Don't Want This Marriage???? thank chu!
Father, I don't want this marriage! X Reader HCs
Jubelian Floyen
♢Dating Jubelian is a very cute experience, I’d say, she’s so caring and sweet, she also always shows affection and she’s pretty! So many plus signs.
♢You do have to go through a suspection made by her father, but it’s fine, cause once he accepts you, you’re his child too, so yayyy! One more baby for him to spoil.
♢Random kisses on your cheeks and lips, maybe on knuckles when you’re holding hands around the manor or when you’re walking around the garden.
♢She learnt to make flower crowns when she was young, so she makes tons of flowers crowns for you and even taught you how to make them and so many dates when you both sit in the garden and make flower crowns with each other.
♢She has you sneak in her room so many times, even after Regis had three guards outside on her balcony, you still somehow sneaked her out and they found you both cuddling in one of the extra rooms they have.
♢Most dates you both have include you and her learning self-defense from Regis, because he doesn’t want your relationship to end up like his and Amelia’s, so he trains you both along with Max and it always ends up with you both giving each-other pecks and giggling like little kids.
♢Regis was really doubtful of you at first, that he tried to set up a scene where Jubelian was kidnapped and you ended up breaking down in front of him, while holding a knife covered in blood of the guards who kidnapped her, while Jubelian who knows about her dad’s scheme is mad because how dare he make the love of her life cry! >:((((((
♢If you’re larger than her, she would love it if you carried her on your back or princess style, but if you’re smaller and weaker than her, she would love to carry you all over!
♢You’re also have a lot of respect from not only nobles, but also many servants and many other people because you’re dating a Floyen, so many gifts so they can suck up to you!
♢You both have many dates where you both have a picnic with some trusted guards, maids, butlers and her father right near a lake or a waterbody, and after you all are done eating you all throw stones in the waterbody!
♢If you say you like something to eat, she will learn how to make it herself to surprise you and she always makes them with high-quality ingredients!
♢She also remembers many things you even gave a hint of liking; she has a scrap-book with you, in which she writes, and draws things you both did that day or something you want to do in the future or after you both are married
♢She loves card games, so it’s a routine where you both play card-games before bed, until you both fall asleep in each-other’s warmth because the room is too cold…
♢You and Jubelian always wear matching clothes everywhere, parties, banquets, balls, going out, sleeping, on dates, dancing, walking around, etc….So all the maids know what to do, your accessories also match!
♢Now dating Jubel is like having your personal fashion designer, whom one second will make you many clothing which are gonna make a new trend in the empire and in the next will be making out with you on her bed.
Maxmillion Ashet
♚ You are spoiled as fuck! Maxmillion is a crown prince and being a crown prince means many gifts so nobles can suck up to you, so when he finds a gift he doesn't like, but he know you'll enjoy, he removes everything that says that it for him and gives it to you, saying he had a noble got it for you.
♚ Max is also very physical with you, hugging, kissing and touching you, though they're mostly subtle in public and in-front of people, in private, he won't stop at only kissing or hugging.
♚ He would have you train with him, because he doesn't want you to be hurt by assassins and people who want to hurt as to get revenge on him, Regis is always happy to train you for sword-fighting, hand-to-hand combat and arrow-shooting.
♚ He learnt flower language for you and often coveys his feelings using flowers!!! He has brought many flowers and often you were confused, because you don't know why he chooses a certain scheme of colour and types of flowers, until one of your maids suggested him using flower language and upon inspection, it was indeed true!!!
♚ He probably sits you on his lap while he does something he is annoyed about like polishing his swords or doing some paper-work, cause it's comforting for him.
♚ He would take you horse-back riding every weekend for a date, if he's too busy, he'll improvise and get you your favourite foods as lunch while he does his work.
♚ He would buy you earrings, or any jewellery you like but he buys your earrings the most, because he for some reason, he loves earrings and they're always made with beautiful and special crystals.
♚ He built a statue in your honour, it is a statue of you, in a beautiful dress with a bunny in your hand, it's kept in the grand hall of the palace, it is decorated with multiple jewels and maybe it is a secret door to a private chamber.
♚ He gives you piggyback rides and loves to carry you if your feet are hurting or if you're feeling a little lazy, tsundere about it though....But it's okay, cause we love tsunderes in this households!
♚ He loves to feed into your hobbies, he doesn't care what it is; painting, sword-fighting, archery, crocheting, reading, swimming, gymnastics, even if it's deemed as unfeminine by society, who looks down upon women who do this, he's a feminist and he ain't gonna let you take shit from anybody!!!
♚ Also, though he is kind of a tsundere, he won't be afraid to show his love to you, in front of people or fanboy in fact, he don't care, he has his hands wrapped around yours or he's having his hand on your waist.
Regis Floyen
☽ The head of the duchy, he's such a sweetheart and so is his daughter, you three make the perfect family! You're so pretty, Regis with his amazing skills and Jubel with her kind nature!!!
☽ He loves to dance with you, late at night, if you aren't as tired that is, he is very careful about your health and often gives you his main priorities.
☽ Kind of needs your reassurance that he is doing the correct thing, if there is something you don't like, please say cause when you do things passive and aggressively, it makes him overthink things....
☽ He would teach you how to sword fight, even in heavy dresses and large heels because honestly in my opinion, he would find it to be super hot to see his wife fight someone in dresses, heels with make-up fully done, if he has a wife that is. If you're another, he would love to see you fight him, because hot husband and spouse vibes....
☽ Dating Regis is also dating Jubelian, because you have breakfast and lunch with her everyday, Regis joins you both for dinner, you dress up with Jubel, make flower-crowns, go on parent-daughter dates, put on make-up, go out to eat something or go shopping with her, you spend more time with Jubel then with Regis....
☽ I think Regis also has quite a talent in painting, if he does, he would love to paint you and Jubel dancing together or doing something together as parent and daughter, he would also love to do family portraits!!!
☽ Just like Jubel and her S/O, he is going to be wearing matching clothing with you, no matter what you do, when you're going to bed, you're doing work, you're at a banquet, meetings or what not, matching accessories and also his sword is matching a dagger he gave you!
☽ Also, he would love to see you rock anything, wearing dresses as a man or wearing a suit as lady! He'll find them hot anyway and he wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin and anyone who makes you feel otherwise is quite frankly a little, insecure bitch ass! So you go boo! Do what you want, wear what you want, he's there to handle all the scandals and rumors and he and Jubelian are scaring anyone who is staring at you weirdly!!!!
☽ He would love to kiss you randomly throughout the day and no-matter where or what you're doing, they is going to be a *smooch!* places on your cheeks, lips, neck, ears, hand, hair, forehead, nose, on top of head or wherever he wants to kiss
☽ He would take on dates whenever he can and it could be the most random time as long as you're completely 800% okay to do it, it can vary from 3:56 am at night to broad daylight of 2:45 pm in the afternoon....It don't matter!
☽ HE CANNOT STAND YOU BEING UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!!! I've said it once and I'll say it again, he cannot stand you being uncomfortable, whether it be your dress, accessories, person, view, position or anything it is, he will do anything in his power to make sure you're safe and sound and comfortable!!!!
☽ My man loves to carry you around in his arms like a koala and maybe he takes you like that to the training grounds and there he sits you down somewhere comfortable while you watch him train shirtless :P.....
☽ C O F F E E A D D I C T S. You both are most likely coffee addicts and he not only has then types of coffee, oh no! He has over hundreds type of coffee stored in one of his warehouses....
☽ He would love for you to model your outfits for him, he love to see how hot, cute, beautiful/handsome/alluring you look in them, he obviously has matching outfit with you, but your outfits fit your aesthetic or style and his outfits match his style and so you have similar outfit, but of different styles!!!
☽ He loves to bath with you, after he has finished training with Maxmillion an the is all tired and sweaty and needy for all of your attention on him and him only!
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Omen dating Headcannons
Pairings: Omen X Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, Anxiety, Angst
A/N: GOSH I LOVE OMEN HE IS SO CUTEEE
- He knits to relax! So he would knit you some things for exammle sweaters, scarves, and plushies for surprises! one time he made you an scarf for icebox that were his color scheme which you love
- His love language is Physical touch and Quality time
- He tries his best to make every single second with you count
- He is amazing at baking, would bake some sweets for you
- When your relationship grew and you both got more comfortable with each other Omen would be more open about PDA.
- He hides in the shadows and appears behind you whispering an "Boo" in his montone voice as you screamed (like finn from adventure time)
- This man doesn't need to sleep! he's a phantom for fuck sakes but you still force him into bed to cuddle
- He’s quiet like REALLY QUIET! but will do his best to give you advice when you need it
- He might not talk much at first but he will make sure you know that he’s there for you
- Man is so fucking gentle towards you it isn't funny it's so cute
- Omen is VERY protective of you I mean come on! He’s already protective of his fellow agents and it’s only doubled when it comes to you!
- He would scare away any threats that dare try and intimidate or even hurt you! He has no problem killing for you if he has to
- if you get an graze from an enemy this man would go wild! He doesn’t need the physical protection from you but he does like the comfort to know that you’re just as committed as he is in portecting eachother!
- he hates crowded places so he would go behind your back pressing his chest against it which was one of his ways of saying 'I don't feel comfortable'
- Tried to teach you how to knit !! it was fun at first but then you gto stuck... You mentally and physically wanted to scream since you snapped the tip of the needle (I have doe it before and my Lola stared me down... Angry Filipino grandmothers are scary!)
- If you both succeed on knitting it becomes his favorite time of the day is to knit with you. he's very proud of your progress after you learn pretty much everything from him
- When phoenix pointed it out he went to tell him it relaxes him but he glances at you on the team as you giggle lightly
- On a mission he saw another him... "There is another of me? How many times did I get ripped apart? How many times did I die?" omen gripped onto his gun as you placed an hand on his forearm giving him an pitiful look as he sighs
- Omens to make sure you don't mess anything up because one of his hobbies is cleaning but he doesn't want to clean up any of your messes sometimes... cause if your like an party animal he would be drained
- In my opinion he is not really shy you could say? he is simply overwhelmed by the presence of other people
- yeah it's known Omen has a very strong case of amnesia like REALLY BAD! He can't remember his true self...
- When he trains you stare at him biting your lip
- If you show him affection randomly he keeps his composure since he isn't really one to show his emotions outwardly
- It seems like he doesn't really care when you show him affection but he does thank you and the is just some sort of tenderness in his voice. He could become embarrassed if you kiss him and then also give him a lot of praise for doing so well
- If you know him well enough though you would be able to hear the embarrassment in his voice everytime if you show affection or other agents do something nice for him
- You and Viper made a pack
- You both would help Omen regain his memories... or so you thought.
- When he gained some of his memories back he was filled wiht rage yet kept his composure but yelled at Viper
- Sage stared at you dead in your eyes when you would be eyeing your boyfriend "(Name) your boyfriend is a phantom" Sage said teasingly as you shushed your healer "SHHHH! I know! but he is handsome!" Sage laughs at you
- omen is an amazing partner and loves you with his whole heart as long as he is with you he feels safe
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getting married
kirishima ikuya, nanase haruka, matsuoka rin, shigino kisumi, tachibana makoto, yamazaki sousuke (separately) x f!reader | fluff | 1.3k words
summary: how would marrying the free! boys go?
warnings: none! pls enjoy 💞
a/n: i cannot write nagisa or rei x reader because i ship them so hard. they’re literally so cute together + i can’t even imagine them not being together so 🙂
you marry kirishima ikuya in a traditional ryokan with a temple attached. he’s not religious, but temples have always been important to ikuya since some major events in his life have happened there + he always somehow feels hopeful there. your colors are a wine red/purple + white. he insists that you guys should have the perfect wedding, w all the bells + whistles. the ceremony at the temple lasts for like 2 hours, + you’re so thankful that it’s nice outside. ikuya is shedding tears the whole time but trying to seem composed + elegant. but you can feel him trembling because he’s clutching your hand the entire time. the ceremony is held in the only “party/conference room” in the ryokan.
it takes ikuya a while to get out of his shell + loosen up enough to dance. thankfully, hiyori helps him in this department by giving him a few drinks. then the rest is history. ikuya still can’t remember the small details of the reception, but he does remember trying to talk to the koi fish in the pond adjacent to where the reception was held. there’s videos of it, rin made sure of that. you have to drag ikuya up to your room on the 2nd floor of the ryokan + you nurse him back to health the entire next day. which was kinda nice, since ikuya is absolutely adorable when he’s all pouty. your honeymoon in stockholm, sweden doesn’t start till the following week, so you spend your first couple of days married to ikuya cuddled up to him and snoozing.
you marry nanase haruka at the beach, most likely the beach that he grew up on in Iwatobi. the man did not want to wear a suit + you, of course, know of haru’s love for water. so you compromise + he agrees to wear a nice, white cloth button down with khaki calf length pants. your main colors would be a lighter, almost turquoise blue paired with white. when he sees you walking down the aisle, all he can hear is the ocean waves behind him and your soft footsteps in the sand before him. the only thing he’s focused on is this moment, and the fact that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
he doesn’t know what to do with his hands or how to express his emotions. will likely shed a tear or two. haru doesn’t write vows, because he thinks it all seems so rehearsed, so he will say what he feels in his heart when the time comes. you’re all left sobbing. haru doesn’t really like huge parties so your reception has music, of course, + he has a great time just dancing w you + his friends. the reception ends a little early because he wants to be able to spend time with you alone before being whisked away to your honeymoon in santorini, greece
you marry matsuoka rin in an aquarium in tokyo. he wanted to get married in Australia but didn’t want to make his mom + sister travel, so he opted to make his Australian teammates travel instead. both the ceremony + the reception are held in the aquarium but in different areas. he —surprisingly —wanted to take over most of the planning for the wedding. he has had this dream of being married in the soft blue glow of the huge fish tank, so you guys get married in the jellyfish viewing room of the aquarium.you don’t have set colors because of the darkness of the inside of the aquarium, but it works out because the light reflecting off of the jellyfish make for the most beautiful blues, pinks, and reds.
he cries like a baby the entire ceremony. from the time he stands up at the altar he’s crying. sousuke has to read rin’s vows for him because he can’t stop sniffling + no one could understand him the first time he tried to read them. the crying doesn’t end until the reception is held in the main viewing room since it has more space + the main tank has sharks! there’s tons of photos ops for the guests and lots of dancing. he wants the reception to end semi early, like around 10p, because you guys have to catch an early flight to your honeymoon in sydney, australia (y'all just stay in the apartment you share in sydney but you go on little adventures to somewhere new every day)
you + shigino kisumi have a destination wedding! he really can’t decide between paris and rome, but you guys agree on paris since it’s known for it’s romance, just like kisumi is known for his own cheesy romance. your colors are a dusty pink + gold or white. kisumi wants the ceremony to be short so you guys can spend the rest of your wedding partying with your closest friends + family! so the ceremony only consists of your vows + the official “do you take…”. he 100% makes the dumb “kiss-me” joke during the “you may kiss the bride” moment. kinda ruins it but is also so cheesy you can’t help but smile.
he lowkey cries during his vows but you can only see glossy eyes + hear little sniffles. people in the audience most likely will not know he’s crying. BUT BOY CAN THIS MAN PARTY. you guys plan for a tonnnn of wedding games that get the entire party up + bumpin. the party lasts literally till like 5a + you guys just head back to your hotel to begin your honeymoon, since you’re honeymooning in paris anyways
you marry tachibana makoto in a garden. it’s a super small wedding consisting of only both of your families + your closest friends. your colors are pale yellow + orange which mix nicely w the deep greens of the garden. he’s had his vows written since he decided he was gonna propose to you + getting through reading them was so difficult for him. his ears + cheeks are a furious red that contrasted w the watery look in his eyes. he makes it through, though, but the paper his vows were written on ended up soaked in his tears. you + makoto ended your ceremony by releasing butterflies into the garden, which was entirely makoto’s idea. he’s crying the entire time.
the reception is held in the greenhouse that belongs to the garden. makoto actually made most of the decoration, which consists of tealights in mason jars, beautiful floral arrangements, + little wooden barrels w cute photo op accessories on them. you have to practically carry makoto home from the party because he’s all partied out. he didn’t drink a drop but the dancing + laughter + fun he shared w you + his friends tired him out. makoto has always wanted to go to new york city in the usa, so that’s where you guys have your honeymoon.
you + yamazaki sousuke have a traditional wedding in tokyo. sousuke isn’t religious but he likes the architecture of old churches + wanted to have his ceremony somewhere with high ceilings. the wedding is huge, though, because of sousuke’s huge family. all of his relatives, whether immediate family or distant relatives, are invited because sousuke felt it was the right thing to do. your wedding colors are turquoise + coral, + the church looks beautiful decorated in these colors. the ceremony lasts about an hour + a half + sousuke is fidgeting the entire time. you couldn’t tell from his face that he was nervous but you could tell from the way he was cracking his knuckles, shuffling his feet, + adjusting his tie. you take his hand in yours + immediately feel him calm down. he whispers a thank you to you + the rest of the ceremony goes by much easier for him.
he says his vows with ease + doesn’t shed a single tear, but once you guys are on your way to the reception in a nearby hotel, he’s all sniffles + watery smiles. this man parties quite hard, especially w his friends. he’s overall responsible, doesn’t drink much, but he’s almost competitive when it comes to dancing. he will outdance all of his friends + even you if you try to challenge him. because of all the dancing, he’s complaining that he’s sore the entire flight to hawaii the day after for your honeymoon.
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fic rec friday 56
hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.
Shiro's Skunk Hair Steals Lance's Boyfriend by @bleusarcellewrites
Lance nods, eyes scanning Keith’s face slowly, “I gotta ask, though, do you come here often?”
Keith snorts, fondness for this dumbass making his heart to beat faster. “Charming as always, I see.”
“I can show you ‘charming’.” Lance says, eyebrows wiggling in a suggestive manner and while the others groan behind them at the line, Keith just smiles. “But before that, I’m a man of honor and I gotta know: are you single?”
Keith blinks at the question and suddenly he's laughing.
[Or the one where Lance can't hold his alchohol and Keith gives up a Cuddle Night of his boyfriend to be flirted by said boyfriend just for his boyfriend to forget he was already his boyfriend. It's a mess but Keith wouldn't want it any other way.]
yall remember bleusarcelle...remember 2018.....crazy times. anyway. this fic is fun and sweet and dorky, nice to read when you want to forget how bad vld dropped the ball and ruined everything :))
2. Your Love Keeps Me Warm by crystalklances
Keith is giving him a look, contemplating, eyebrows drawn together. Noticing his gaze, Lance looks up, raising an eyebrow.
“Are you cold?” Keith asks after a moment of a silent staring contest.
“No,” Lance replies.
“You should’ve said something.”
“I just said I’m not—”
But Keith doesn’t listen. Already, he’s shrugging out of his red varsity jacket, and he leans over to drape it around Lance’s shoulders.
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Or, 4 times Keith is determined to prevent Lance from getting sick, and the time Lance catches a cold after all.
I MISS CRYSTALKLANCES EVERY DAY, BRO. no one got ridiculously soft modern au keith like he did. fuck. but at least most of his works are still on ao3. i like this one in particularly one because its soft and im a weenie but also because its a 4+1 which is my favourite genre of fic ever actually
3. what makes you beautiful by seventies
MMA fighter Keith Kogane is admitted to the hospital and gets KO'd by blue eyes that rival the seas and a crooked grin that knocks the air out of his lungs. It hasn't even been a minute in the ring. It's a world fucking record.
rare blue eyed lance appreciation moment from me (old bookmark lmfao). but jokes aside i do love this fic. i will always always always every day of my life love whipped on sight keith idc. its so so funny to me. its funnier when lance is like oh! this is my rival. we are going to be ENEMIES FUCK YEAH and keith is like oh my god if i dont marry him right now im literally going to die. also this fic has matt just fyi
4. Lance and Keith's guide for how to cure insomnia by crystalklances
Keith has always had trouble sleeping, but never told anyone. When they fall asleep together after a mission by chance, Lance finds out and offers to share his bed to help Keith fall asleep. However, sleeping together every night has unforeseen side-effects for both of them.
from the iconic INVENTOR of the smitten keith tag. soft klance, in canon. touch starved keith. sharing a bed to stop the nightmares. i bought my ticket on the first word of the summary like
5. love you so bad by seyama [EXPLICIT]
Keith and Lance sneak off from a party to go and fuck. That's it, that's the whole story.
this was bantery and silly and fun. and the little argument over who gets to be the little spoon....shockingly tender and so so them ive read this one a fewww times lol
that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!
#sorry its late!! busy and exciting day :DD#vld#voltron#lance#lance mcclain#keith#keith kogane#klance#pre klance#established klance#soft klance#whipped keith#bamf keith#bamf lance#fluff#broganes#fic rec#fic rec friday#frf#longpost
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Fireworks
Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, loud noises etc. Just unapologetic cuddling.
Bucky Barnes x F Reader
Oneshot
4500 words
fluff, angst, comfort.
18+ MDNI
Reader is Tony's sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who reappeared after TWS.
Tony loves throwing new years eve's parties. You'll have to do better on the soundproofing.
“Y’know…” Bucky says, a soft lilt of sadness in his voice, “…I think I used to love fireworks”
His face is sad too, even in the dimly lit room, Y/N can see the frown he’s sporting.
“Well…” she coos, “…We can always go and wa-”
The jerky shake of his head silences her—
She stays quiet as she paces into their room, shutting the door behind her with a dull click.
He’s halfway hiding in the corner furthest away from the entrance. There’s a ragged old blanket covering his body, and his hair is wild. If he hadn’t been cowering on the floor she’d have thought the whole scene was awfully sweet.
“I barely remember…” he says, when she gets close enough to hear, “but, Steve started talkin’ bout the way we used to go watch them on his birthday and I—”
A distant bang makes him flinch, looking at her totally panic-stricken as whatever words he was about to say die in his throat.
He shuts his open mouth and waits a moment before blinking down at his own lap.
“Did you get a drink at least?”
Bucky nods absentmindedly at the mug of cocoa that had been steaming to his left. It’s not quite as hot anymore, but, the sensors in his metal hand still prickle appreciatively as he inches his palm out towards it.
He holds it out to her, almost expecting her to accept it.
“Good” she coos, shaking her head in dismissal, “-you should drink it before it gets cold”
He obeys mechanically, sipping deeply and trying to focus on the pleasant nostalgia the taste brings.
There’s cream on his nose when he lowers his cup back to the carpet. Y/N smiles as she moves to wipe it away with her fingers, just as her skin meets his face, another series of bangs begins.
Like before they’re distant and muffled, but this time, there isn’t just one. It’s rapid-fire, and each time Bucky thinks it’s finally going to stop, it doesn’t. It carries on, and before he knows what’s happening, he’s reaching out to hug her.
“Oh, sweetheart” Y/N sighs, wrapping him up in her arms, “C’mere— We’ll do better with the soundproofing for next year, okay? I promise”
He’s hyperventilating.
It sounds like gunfire. Like the sound of a dozen rifles going off in the trenches.
He’s cold, and shaking, and he can taste something rich and sweet on his tongue, but he doesn’t like it anymore. It’s not nice when it’s mixed with adrenaline, and he’s clutching onto Y/N, onto the woman he loves so tightly because as much as he doesn’t want her anywhere near this picture of violence, he just doesn’t want to die on his own.
And he is going to die. He’s sure he is because the shooting isn’t stopping and he doesn’t have anything to protect himself with and—
—And then, it’s quiet.
As quickly as they’d started, the noises stop.
“You’re okay” a soft voice purrs, disrupting the newly formed silence, “We’re fine… nothing bad’s coming, Buck…”
It takes a while for him to come back to himself enough to move, but eventually, he edges himself up just enough for Y/N to see his face again.
He thinks he should explain himself, that he should try and vocalise the reason for his irrational response, for the reason that he’d run from the celebrations before the first round of fireworks had even begun,
He thinks that he should… but he just can’t. The words won’t come.
“I know…” she murmurs anyway, “…It’s alright”
His lower lip is quivering as her palm drifts across his jaw. She swipes at the corner of it with her thumb, removing the last trace of cream from his face.
“Will you stay here with me?”
There’s a waver in his voice that makes Y/N’s heart ache in her chest. His arms are still around her. He’s still trying to hide against her front, despite being way too big.
“Please” Bucky hears himself add, “Please, doll— I—”
“Of course I’m stayin’ with you” she replies calmly, “What did you think I was gonna do, huh? Stop in just to say hi?”
His face flickers again, but this time, instead of landing on manic, it settles on relieved.
“C’mere, Buck” she soothes, shifting around a little, “You wanna’ stay down here?”
She already knows that he does. If he’d have wanted to be on the bed, he’d have gotten onto the bed but it’s clear that he’s picked his position deliberately. It’s got a clear view of the exit, of the door to the bathroom and the one, blind-covered window, and, it’s low, it’s low and there are two solid walls behind him offering cover.
“Yeah, darlin’… please, I… I wanna stay here”
She’s unsurprised. The shame in his voice is more than enough to make her smile, wide and reassuring.
“I’ll grab us some pillows and another blanket”
Bucky can barely believe his eyes as he watches her get up and do just that.
He’s overwhelmed, by the way he’s feeling, by the sound that’s building outside, it’s just the bustling murmur of a crowd, but it’s a promise of more entertainment, though, to him it seems more like a threat;
“You done with this?” Y/N guesses, toeing at the half-drained mug of cocoa.
He bites his lip, brow furrowing as he nods, not quite understanding why the idea of finishing his drink is making him want to vomit.
“Alright,” she says, moving it and throwing down two cushions from their bed, “C’mon then, let's get comfy”
Before he opens he can formulate any reply, any kind of way of thanking her, she’s folding down beside him, arms opening in an invitation that he can’t even think about declining.
He crawls up between her legs, looking increasingly bashful as he approaches her chest.
“W-why is it so loud, doll?”
Y/N tilts her head, confused.
“Why is what so loud?”
For a second, he thinks that maybe he’s finally snapped, that his mind has finally reached its limit and cracked under the pressure, but then, he draws in a breath and focuses, he focuses in on the distracting hum of noise that’s making him so on edge—
“…Outside…” he gulps, trying to sound confident, even as her fingers slip back up to his temples, stroking his hair back behind his ears, “…the crowd…?”
Y/N pauses, listening.
“I can’t hear it,” she says honestly, “To be honest, sweetheart- I can barely hear the fireworks”
Her thumb brushes the top of his ears, drifting down an inch to muffle them for a moment. The break from the sound is nice, even if the sudden lack of one of his senses is disturbing.
“So why—”
“Super soldier perk,” she says, bringing her lips to his brow, “Remember how Steve has earplugs?— He uses them to sleep, and for things like this, we offered you some when you first got here, but-”
“I hated them” he recalls, because he did, he did hate the way they made everything so quiet, it was too close to being drugged, it was too close to the ways HYDRA used to keep him sometimes, when he’d done something wrong, or when they wanted to ensure his pliancy, “I tried, I… I swear—”
“I know you did” Y/N promises, smoothing his hair back, “It’s okay, like I said… we’ll get better sound-proofing installed in here”
Bucky is about to argue, to tell her that she doesn’t need to do that for him, but then, there’s a particularly loud chorus of cheers that makes him cringe, and all he can do is nod in defeat.
“C’mere” she soothes, guiding him down against her front, “You’re not Steve, love… It’s okay if you’re not at the same place”
He knows that deep down.
He knows that he saw war, that he saw bullets and trenches and dead friends long before Zemo or the train; He knows that there are infinite reasons why he’s so much more sensitive to things, that the other man might barely notice.
He knows, all of that, but he doesn’t care.
He still feels like a failure, like he should’ve been strengthened by his experiences rather than weakened.
but, he doesn’t say anything. He just lets his head fall heavy against her chest and relishes in the feeling of her heart beating beneath his head.
With a deep stab of longing, he thinks about her letting him spend the night in her arms.
That would feel an awful lot like mercy, he thinks, and he’s not quite sure if that’s something he’s ever been worthy of.
Y/N listens to the sound of grinding metal as the plates in his arm strain beneath the cover he’d been clinging to earlier. He’s tense. Every inch of him is taught and strung with nerves. Instinctually, she curls her fingers across his head, carding through his hair in a bid to soothe him.
It seems to work, his body gives a lame attempt at a tremor, but then, he goes back to being a placid weight, soft and gentle in her arms.
“Let’s get you warmed up, love” she whispers, trying to stay quiet now that she knows just how overstimulated he is, “and then FRIDAY can dim the lights for us”
Bucky does his best to help her pull the other quilt over both of their bodies, but really, from where he’s poised between her thighs he’s not really able to do much more than curl impossibly further into her, as she tucks him in with a satisfied hum.
and then, the lights are lowering, and he’s trying his best not to cry.
Y/N hushes him sweetly, feeling the way he’s starting to surrender.
Feeling the way his chest is starting to loosen.
She thinks he’s going to reign it back in, until suddenly, the fireworks start up again.
There are bangs so loud that even she doesn’t like them, and they’re underpinned by the rattling of quick-fire crackers that Tony loves so much.
He shatters in her arms, sobbing lamely as he holds onto her hips in the dark.
It’s way too much. It’s a wall of noise, of loud cracks and gunfire—
“I… I want them to stop…” he simpers, “Please… please I… I’m … I’m-scared… I’m so scared…”
Y/N’s heart breaks. It cracks, straight down the middle when she hears the man she loves begging her to do something that she can’t.
“Baby boy” she soothes, bringing her palm down and flattening it over the ear that’s not pressed into her front, “You’re okay…I’m right here”
He knows that. He’s clutching onto her for dear life, weeping and shaking like a wounded stray.
The constant barrage of sound feels like torture. It feels like something handlers would’ve done to punish him, but at least he’s not on his own. At least he’s held and loved, and—
God, her hand is on his head, he can hear her pulse, he can feel her body against his, trying to remind him of his safety, and that’s the only reason that he’s not clawing at his own skin to try and find some kind of escape.
There’s a break then whilst the next display is prepared, and all he can manage to do, is blink up at her with terrified blue eyes.
“Hey” Y/N whispers, stroking under his eyes, “Did you ever go into a bomb shelter?”
His brow furrows.
He doesn’t know why she’s asking him that, he knows the answer though;
“Yeah” he sobs, “W-with my Steve-a-and my sisters”
She nods considerately, praying that they’re not going to start the show up again just yet.
“and what did you used to do?”
She knows this is risky, but she’s hopeful all the same,
“I…” he sniffs, “I- I think we- we used to play games?”
He remembers laughter, children’s laughter, and Steve’s sick, wheezing chuckle.
“a-and we used to…We… We used to sing, we used… used to do anythin’ to make noise so- so the kids wouldn’t g-get spooked”
That makes her smile again, she hopes he knows where she’s going with this;
“Do you remember when I used to sing to you?” she asks softly, “I don’t think you were really listenin’ but—”
“I… I was…” he tells her honestly, “…I- I couldn’t… I- I didn’t understand…”
Well no, she thinks, You wouldn’t have done.
It was something she’d do, sometimes, when The Solider was fresh off a wipe, or when he’d clearly had it too rough for too long…
“…I…” he sniffs, “…I… I was j-just… I… I l-liked y-you b-bein’ c-close and nobody… nobody sp-spoke to me l-let alone s-sang I… I— god, I—I don’t—I don’t think I can take this noise, Y/N”
He’s shaking like he’s having a fit.
She’s holding him close, and then there’s there’s the faraway squeal of a rocket.
Before the bang can go off, she starts,
“There’ll be blue birds over… the white cliffs of dover… tomorrow… just you wait and see”
Her voice is like honey, it’s dripping over his soul, soothing the frayed, painful edges like a balm—
“There’ll be love, and laughter… and peace ever after, tomorrow… just you wait and see”
By the time she’s on the second verse, the tremors have stopped, and by the end of the song, so has his weeping.
The fireworks haven’t finished, though and when he realises that the melody is drawing to a close, he blinks at her, desperate not to lose the relief she’s offering;
With a soft smile, she leans in to kiss his brow again, before drawing back a fraction and starting up on a whole new song.
This time, the bangs stop before she does. His chest is rattling, he’s sniffling and trying not to fall back into hysterics—
“They’re not going to let up for a couple’of hours” Y/N warns him, “Wanna give those ear plugs another shot?”
She’s stroking the side of his face like he’s precious. Like he’s not a cowering, whimpering mess.
“If I was a dog they’d shoot me”
That makes her laugh, which had been his goal, really, so, he manages a smile, even though he’s still on the verge of breaking down all over again.
“I don’t think that’s true” she purrs, drying his cheeks with her fingers, “I think if you were a dog I’d be doin’ the exact same thing”
It’s his turn to laugh then. It’s shakier, but still, it’s real.
Then, they’re both smiling at each other. She’s watching him with such hopeless affection that he wants to start bawling all over again.
“I think some ear plugs, and lots of cuddlin’ is probably the way to go” she tells him, already thinking about where some earplugs might be.
With any luck, her old pair will be in her dresser— though, god only knows how long it’s been since she’s looked for them.
“They… they make everything so quiet” Bucky hears himself say, “I know that’s the point… I- I just don’t like it”
Y/N nods, understanding his objection.
“You don’t like this noise much either” she says fairly, “ I can’t do anything to stop the party, it’s way too late now, and it’s going to last most of the night, even when the displays trail off…”
“There’ll be music” he murmurs, “and- and the people are goin’ to get louder”
“Probably” she agrees, “Since I’m assumin’ there all makin’ use of the free bar”
Bucky nods, understanding that he’s not going to have a pleasant night regardless of the details. All he can do is try and make the best of it, and hope that she might understand that he’s not acting this way deliberately.
“I think they figured it out pretty early on,” he says, when she prises herself out from underneath him, “That I was scared of the dark”
Y/N hums in soft acknowledgement, but continues her search for the ear-plugs, knowing that he doesn’t need her direct attention just yet—
“I… I don’t know what gave it away, or.. hell, I— I might’ve just told them— but, I— I remember them usin’ it when I— When I wasn’t actin’ right…”
He’s not really speaking to her, he’s just, speaking because getting things like this out is helpful. It’s therapeutic in a way, being able to acknowledge things without feeling judged.
“…then they started with the mask” he continues, as she starts digging through the second draw, “so I, I couldn’t speak— not that I’d dare talk to myself often, but… sometimes when it was real dark, I— I think I’d whisper, or, or maybe I’d try and repeat things I’d heard…”
Pretending that her heart isn’t breaking isn’t easy, but she knows any sign of emotion from her won’t be particularly helpful right now, so she keeps her back to him, as she starts digging through trinkets she’d forgotten she owns.
“…then they… they put the ear pieces in, or… if— if I’d done somethin’ bad they’d just, just put the hood on and I— I’d just, lose it.”
She grimaces at that and is glad he can’t see the look of disgust on her face.
“I couldn’t hear anythin’ in that thing,” he says, voice shaking, “I… I don’t even know how I was breathin’ in it— it— it was like a second skin it was so tight, and dark, and I— god, I— I, I was always real sorry real fast…”
Gotcha, Y/N thinks, picking up the box containing her prize.
She doesn’t turn back yet, though, she needs a minute to compose herself, to cleanse her face from the upset she’s sure is still visible there.
“and the drugs I’d get before… before they’d put me in the tank, doll— sometimes I— sometimes everythin’ would go real hazy and I— I’d just hear my blood racin’ through my body and I— I’d know bad things where coming—”
“Nothing bad is coming” she promises, looking at him now.
He meets her eyes, before bringing his palm up to swipe at his reddened nose.
He nods, with an expression so vulnerable that she has to stop herself from running back to his side.
“Nobody is ever going to hurt you like that again,” she says, slowly folding herself back down onto the floor, “and if these don’t help… if you don’t like them being in, then you can take them right back out”
She’s showing him the small pieces of plastic and rubber. They look harmless, he thinks, they look functional and easy to remove, should he need to.
“and your staying with me” he murmurs, tentatively reaching out for her hand, “W-would… would ya’ let me curl up with ya’ again?”
“Sure” she replies, bringing his fingers up to her lips, “you can always come curl up with me, baby, always— I swear”
As she presses a trail of kisses across his knuckles, he feels tears rolling across his cheeks again.
That’s all I want, he thinks, I just want to stay with you
Y/N knows he’s past his limit, she knows how hard he’s trying to hold it all together and she also knows from the way that even she can make out the cheering from outside that something big is about to start;
“C’mon, handsome” she instructs, guiding him back down between her legs, “Snuggle up, as close as ya’ like”
He gets impossibly close. He presses his entire front against hers and then, he very, very bravely, slips his metal hand up, under the thick material of her sweater so that he can feel the bare skin of her ribs with his palm.
She watches him blinking at her hopefully, as more tears drip down from the tip of his nose.
It’s so sweet that all he wants is to feel her, that all she can do is nod, bringing the hand of his that she’d been holding down so that he can slip that one into place as well.
Bucky hears himself whispering a ‘thank you’ as her fingers begin to tuck his hair back behind his ears. He shuts his eyes and breathes in deep, focusing on the way he can feel her body, warm and soft around him, as she secures the earplugs in place.
Everything goes silent.
The hectic chorus from outside is gone, but, so is everything else.
Her breathing is gone, the sound of his own breathing is gone.
He can’t hear her, and then, he realises with a terrible start, that he can’t see her either.
Blue eyes snap open, wild and anxious.
He hadn’t meant to shut them, but, fear will do that, she supposes.
She knows her saying anything will only upset him further since he won’t hear her words. So, she smiles instead and lets her hands slip around to cup his jaw.
and then, when he finally starts to calm down, she lets one hand fall away, before raising it up so that he can see;
‘It’s okay’ she signs, trying her best to form the shapes correctly, ‘I love you’
He watches her fingers moving, curling into the letters that he doesn’t remember learning to recognise.
He does recognise them though, he pieces her messages together almost instantly and feels his breathing start to deepen.
He still can’t hear it, which is unnerving, but at least he’s not in the dark anymore, and if he tries hard enough he can feel her pulse through the sensors that are woven across the surface of his vibranium palm.
“I love you too,” he says aloud, with a voice so shaky and unsure that it makes her whole body ache for him, “Can we keep the lights on?”
I can’t stop being able to see too, he thinks, I can’t.
Y/N nods and smiles, secretly proud of how he’s bringing himself to speak;
‘Drink?’ she signs, and Bucky knows it’s a question from the tilt in her head.
He shakes his head, before slowly, lowering it to her chest.
“I just want you,” he says, louder than he’d meant to, “I just need you”
Her sign language isn’t really good enough to reply, so she just holds him a fraction tighter, pressing her lips into his head as he starts to let himself sag back into her front.
The next round of fireworks is well underway, now, and it’s loud enough for even Y/N to make out the different types of crackers, as well as gauge how well each is being received by the roar of the crowd, which she thinks must be close to deafening, for those around it.
He’d hate it, she knows that he’d be freaking out if he’d been able to hear any part of it.
Luckily, he can’t, so he stays relatively calm.
As time trickles on, she begins to stroke his back with one hand, whilst the other works at carding back his hair, soothing him with her touch, figuring, based on his earlier recollections that the physical contact might be appreciated.
It is.
He loves it. He loves the feeling of her touching him.
It’s comforting in a way he’d never be able to describe. The rhythm is so calm, it’s a gentle back and forth against his skin, it’s helping him breathe deep-
Y/N only realises he’s asleep when he starts to snore.
She loves him, she loves him so, so much that the picture of him, curled up against her chest makes her heart physically ache.
He’s just precious.
Waking him would be cruel. He barely sleeps enough as it is and his passing out tonight seems like a miracle, one that’s unlikely to be repeated—
She uses the hand not in his hair to bring the covers up, tucking him in more securely against her chest, before she just… sits, more than happy to just let him rest with her.
The party goes on for hours.
It’s well past 4 a.m. when the ruckus finally dies down, and at that point, Y/N has been drifting in and out of sleep for a while.
Of course, that’s when Bucky stirs.
He blinks his eyes open, startled by the absurd lack of sound. The tensing of his body wakes his partner, who sensing his concern wastes no time in carding through his hair again, slipping her fingers around to the plugs still in his ears.
“Hey, handsome” she whispers, voice thick with sleep, “I think we missed the party”
He can hear her, now. That calms him, it helps tug him out from the nest of quiet panic he’d been in just moments before;
“I… I slept?”
Y/N nods, stroking his cheek.
“yeah, baby— we slept.”
He seems to like that. Or maybe it’s the way she’s touching him that he likes.
Either way,
“We slept a long time” she continues, “You did real good, baby… and you kept me nice and warm”
Bucky cracks a smile at that, at the way he’s clearly smothering his partner but she doesn’t seem to mind.
“I love ya’” he murmurs, hiding his nose against her jaw, “-‘m sorry we missed it, doll I— I know it’s no fun being’ with me when ‘m just cowerin’ in a corner-”
“I didn’t miss anything” she replies, “I’ll take cuddling up with you over a party any time”
Again, the honesty in her tone is what captivates him. It helps him sag back into her front, deciding to wallow in his guilt silently, instead of out loud.
It’s still pathetic, he thinks bitterly, That I’m a grown man who can’t handle fireworks-
“Shall we sneak downstairs and get some left-overs?”
The mischievous lilt she’s using makes him smile despite his mood.
“It’s your house” he reminds her softly, “We don’t have to sneak”
“Our house” she corrects lightly, “but, I suppose you’re right.”
He’s going to argue with her about his right to be in the tower, she can read it all over his face. She decides to cut him off with a kiss, silencing his attempt at self-deprecation before it can start.
It works. Her lips against his is a wonderful distraction- Bucky thinks he could drown in the affection, he thinks that that would be a wonderful way to go.
“Come with me?”
He can’t refuse her, he doesn’t want to, anyway. He’d follow her anywhere and be happy about it, especially if she’d hold his hand along the way.
She doesn’t let go until they’re safely in the kitchen, having avoided a past-out Tony on the way.
“He’s going to pretend he went up to his room with those girls he was talking to-,” she says, rummaging through the food that’s still strewn across the counters, “-He probably had a chance, too- shame he-”
“Drank three bottles of Jack?”
Y/N hums in agreement, pushing a paper plate loaded with plastic-looking snacks towards him-
“and plenty of beer” she clucks, satisfied with the way he’s accepted her offering, “anyway, I almost feel bad for house-keeping-”
“Almost?” Barnes asks, raising a brow at the mess
“We pay them enough” she shrugs, heading over to the couch that looks the least disturbed, “Trust me”
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