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#he gets to go and live his best life with his bf yes<3

eddiernunson · 9 months

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Really Drives Me Mad | EX-bfs dad!Eddie Munson x Reader | 18+

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Word Count: 10k

Warnings; degradation/praise, deep throating, eating out, edging

Author's note: Hope you don't mind but I made the reader both a swifitie and team Edward this chapter. I do appreciate all the love I've gotten for this fic. Here's part 3!

The general reaction you’ve received over the last two weeks was Are you out of your mind?

While Bethany heard you out on how it happened and why it felt like a sigh of relief being with Eddie, your mom lost her damn mind. As you spoke to her, you did your best to have a civil conversation until it just ended up being her lecturing you over the speaker while you finished up cleaning the dishes.

When she realizes you haven’t responded in a while and asks if you're still there, you pick up the phone from the window ledge and unmute yourself. “Mom, seems like you’re not interested in what I have to say about this, only about how it looks. Until you’re ready to listen, I’ll let you go.” Your finger hits the red hang up button, noting the time to the call being 45 minutes. You told her the situation about five minutes in and ever since, she had spent her time venting about Eddie and how irresponsible you were, as if she hadn't listened to anything you had to say about it.

“Are you sure you really thought this through?” Skyler, your roommate asks you as she brings her bowl over to you.

You huff, grabbing it from her and soaking it in the hot soapy water. “Thought what through?”

“You and him. Long term.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at her. “Who said anything about this being long term? What if it’s just for now?”

“Is it just for now? Because you went into it with Dylan claiming all you wanted was someone to commit to you.” She pauses, and you look her in the eyes as if to say get on with it. “When you had someone fully committed, someone willing to stay in it for the long haul, you left him.”

“I didn’t get scared of his commitment, Sky!” You exclaimed, a little thrown off by it.

“Really? Because you were so eager to introduce him to literally anyone?” Skyler throws at you, and she had a point. Your hesitation in meeting Eddie had everything to do with the fact that Dylan was more committed to your relationship than you were.

You were literally every guy you had hooked up with before Dylan, getting angry that he would act like a boyfriend except for the life long stuff.

Fuck. What a hypocrite you were.

“Fine, his commitment scared me a bit.” You admit, washing one last dish before draining the sink. “But it’s not why I left him.”

“For his dad.”

You sigh, eyebrows raised at her tone. “Yes, for his dad.”

“Have you considered that when you’re his age, he’ll be in his 60s?”

“So?” You ask her, moving to the couch in the living room.

“That’s not a relationship built to last.”

“Why can’t that be up to us to decide?” You ask her, wrapping the throw blanket around you and tucking yourself into the couch. “Look, I get your concern. I truly do. From the outside, me and Dylan were doing everything right. Having adventures, going Instagram official. Then we were meeting the families, getting comfortable.” You pause, rubbing your hair out of your face. “If I was 19/20, I would completely understand. I mean, I wouldn’t, but if that were the scenario, your concern would make sense. But I’m not. I’m 25. My frontal lobe is fully developed. I know that if I get together with Eddie then he’ll always be 20 years older than me. He’ll always have a different perspective on life than I do.”

“You’ll always be tied to Dylan.” She points out.

“We dated for six weeks.” You counter, a pinch appearing between your brows. “While we haven’t discussed our long term goals, I don’t see this being casual. It’s different with him. Nothing feels off about being with him. I’ve never felt safer.”

She pauses, assessing your face and the way you relax as you start talking about Eddie. “Fuck. You’ve never seemed this relaxed when talking about Dylan. Not once.”

“I wasn’t.”

The comfort of Eddie’s chest breathing in and out underneath you as you lie right on top of him on the living room couch was soothing as you watched Twilight together. It took some convincing, but he let you press play on it and smirked over your shoulder at the blue filter.

No one had ever told him that the soundtrack was so good, though.

It was maybe a half hour into the movie, and Eddie couldn’t figure out why every guy in her school just had to have her. The smile on your face as you settled into a comfort movie was worth the watch, though.

You had texted him a few days prior, Eddie having given you his number before dropping you off at your apartment to face the real world. He was due back at his shop, having to settle management bullshit and deal with an unhappy customer or two to settle their complaints over the new apprentice. Ownership was nice, when they knew how to do their job.

When can I see you next?

When the six words lit up his screen, Eddie wanted to tell you to drive on over to his shop. He wanted to get in his truck and drive over to wherever the hell you are so he could text back Right Now. He knew your words were calculated, something not to seem too desperate to see him next, but truth be told, even if you were desperate it wouldn’t have made any difference; he was already hooked on you. He texted back to tell you the following Saturday, a day he knew he had no plans for the following day, so you could spend the night.

He felt fucking crazy for thinking it, but now that he'd had you in his bed, it felt too big without you.

Now here you lay with him, he sat in the corner of his couch while you snuggle up to him, and he could stay like this for hours, the sweet shampoo in his nose and the sound of your breaths comforting. He feels you slowly relax into him, all your body losing its tension. Occasionally, your arm would tighten around his torso or you would dig into him deeper. He appreciates the feeling, rubbing his fingers delicately along your skin.

The front door opens, and he feels you tense up as Dylan makes his way in. “Oh, great.” He mutters, and turns around to head straight up the stairs.

Your body jerks to watch him, and your eyes catch Eddie’s for a moment. “I’ll be right back.”

Eddie nods, seeing the fixed line your mouth made. He leans in to kiss you, an act of care more than anything else. You lean into it, your eyes closing automatically, breath hitching. “I’ll be here.”

The length up the stairs seemed to grow as you reached the top, this act something you have been dreading for days. Having told Bethany and Skyler about Eddie, they both felt bad for Dylan. In fact, your shitty attempt at an apology was met with a smack on the head with a nearby scrap paper by Sky. You knew Dylan deserved better. Fuck, did you know that.

Here you stand in front of his door, sounds of a tv show on in the background while he presumably plays on his computer. Dylan was more the type to create joy out of finding a new favourite hiking trail or to take an archery class, but Eddie has said he’s been cooped up in his room. He goes to work, comes home and says barely two words before retreating upstairs.

Not like you blamed him for it.

Before you could hesitate any longer, you finally knock on his door. The sounds of his keys stop, and you barely hear the footsteps towards the door over your own heartbeat. The door opens to Dylan, and the disappointment when he sees you is evident, his face hardening. “What?”

“Can I come in?”

He seems to think on this, and you hope the outfit you have chosen, jeans with an oversized sweatshirt and your hair in a messy bun helps with the psychology of it, but when it came down to it, it was his decision. “…Sure.” You light up in surprise, having expected to do the apologizing in his door frame. You follow him in, and it’s an awkward moment of silence before he goes to sit in his desk chair. “Have a seat, I guess.”

Your butt hits the edge of the bed, barely scraping the box spring. “Would it be cheesy if I recommended you listened to Speak Now, track 3?”

His eyebrows furrow, and it’s so like you to recommend a fucking Taylor song for the scenario. He has to laugh. “Taylor’s Version?”

“Of course.”

“Which is…?”

“Back To December.”

He tilts his head, this situation incredibly peculiar. “Remind me how that goes?”

A smile reaches your face, and you look at your lap sheepishly.

“She apologizes…and clearly admits she was in the wrong after a person treats her very well and didn’t deserve it.” You pause, looking up at him.

“A little bit.” He admits, but the first wall is down. The look in his eye when he sees you doesn’t scream rage.

“I can’t express how sorry I am for hurting you the way I did.” You start, watching for his reaction. “First, for stringing you along… But, you were the best looking guy at that mixer, and at that moment in time I truly did want to know you. None of that was fake.” He nods, considering this. “Then it started to feel, I don’t know, comfortable. I had people telling me how lucky I was to have you, daily, and with the men out there, god they were so right.” You gulp, and he can’t seem to look you in the eye. “I felt like there must’ve been something wrong with me not to be head over heels for you, cause there wasn’t anything wrong with you.”

“When did you know you wanted to break up with me?”

“I can’t say for sure.” You tell him, and it was probably about two weeks ago, but that felt cruel. “But the moment we got back into your car I should’ve ended things.”

“You knew about him that fast, huh?” He asks you, his eyes appearing glossy. “You know, if you would’ve been honest I would have been absolutely choked, confused even, but I would have given you his number.”

You nod, because of fucking course Dylan would’ve been nice enough. “See, you’re so kind because that never occurred to me. I thought you would’ve dropped me off at home.”

“Probably.” Dylan admits, thinking about the possibilities if you’d broken up with him earlier. “Maybe not.”

“I’m so sorry for cheating on you, though. Of course, knowing your mom’s history shouldn’t have made a difference but—”

“Yeah. Kind of fucked me up.” Dylan leans back in his chair, and a smile reaches his face as he looks back to you.

“I know that if me and Eddie keep dating that I could never, ever even remotely be a parental figure, and frankly I’m not looking to be your mom, but I hope one day you can trust me again.”

“See, how do I know you won’t do the same thing to him?”

It hurt, but it was fair. “You made me feel safe. But your dad—” he cringes, “Eddie, he makes me feel free.”

Dylan turns around in his chair, considering this. “I believe that.”

“Wait, you do?”

“Yeah. When I walked in today sure, I was annoyed. Seeing my ex girlfriend in a new happy relationship with the person she cheated on me with is kind of annoying. But you were never that comfortable with me. That look of…contentment. I’ve never seen it before.” He sighs, doing another turn in his chair.

“Have you and your dad spoken about it?”

“No. I’m pretty fucking mad at him. I’ll forgive him, one day. If you’re sticking around, I'll have to, because I’m not staying with my mom and her new perfect family. But we dated for six weeks. I was only starting to think I was falling in love with you. Thank god I never got there. Even then.”

“Don’t put all the blame on him.” You jump to his defense, and wow, did this sound bad. “I made the first move.”

“Good to know.” He pauses. “That’s all I want to know, for the record. No more details… I've heard enough.”

“I am sorry, though Dylan. In another universe, we date and I let you down properly and you meet your dad’s girlfriend a few weeks later who turns out to be your ex.” You laugh, just picturing it.

“Sounds like a rom com.”

“Honestly it’s an intriguing concept.” You get up from his bed, the conversation having met its end.

“I can’t forgive you, yet. But that was the fucking apology I deserved the first time.”

You cringe at it, this memory is something you can already see haunting you at 3am.

“Can we pretend like that one never happened?”

“No. It’s great material to have in a back pocket. Who apologizes to their ex with brand new hickeys on their neck?"

“Okay, point taken!” You yell at him as you walk out the door.

“Bye.” He calls out, and the door shuts behind you.

You meet Eddie back at the couch, the movie paused while he scrolls through his phone. “What are you scrolling on?” You tease him, sitting easily back where you were before.

“Oh the uh, Facebook videos.” He says off-handedly, and you roll your eyes. “What?”

“Who uses Facebook nowadays?” You joke, knowing full you still updated yours occasionally.

He chuckles, nipping at your shoulder. You grab the remote by his leg, pressing play. “How did it go?”

“Better.” You sigh, watching Bella awkwardly ask him to hang out at the beach. “Much, much better. Doesn’t scream pure hatred in his face every time he looks at me anymore.”

“Makes one of us.” Eddie jokes, and you grab his hand to place a kiss, comforting him.

The movie continues, and Eddie has never fully paid attention to the movie before, having come out in his late 20s. It was ridiculous, to say the least. The plot thickens as Bella discovers his true nature and Eddie can't help but notice a particular smile creep on your face as Edward mutters something about a lion falling in love with a lamb. Creepy.

“Do-do you have a crush on Edward?” He asks, his voice particularly bewildered.

Your eyes bug out, and you bite back the smile breaking out on your face with much failure.

“What? No.”

“Oh, you totally do.” Eddie chuckles, shaking his head.

“Shut up.”

Another five minutes pass and your stomach rumbles, prompting Eddie to get up and walk to the kitchen to make you something. “Want something with chicken, rice, spice, what do you want, baby?” He calls out, and you now stare openly at the tv as the baseball scene is showing, and you’ve always considered Edward just to be a bit extra hot in this scene.

His question takes a moment to register. “Butter chicken?” You ask him.

He peeks his head out to the music on the screen, and immediately sees the look on your face. A big smile is plastered on your face, chin resting on your fingertips as you sit cross legged. Fucking. Teenage Vampires. He rolls his eyes, rejecting the jealousy. He isn't going to be jealous over this. Nope.

He finishes the food, putting a bowl out for you, Dylan, and himself out. “Dylan! Food if you want it!” He calls out, and he brings two of the bowls for you and him, the smell of his cooking more than welcome. “Here baby.” He kisses your forehead, sitting next to you as you take a big inhale.

“Holy shit, thank you, Ed.” You tell him, and Eddie is perplexed at your ability to forget to eat a single thing until the hunger pains kick in. He supposes his food habits at 25 weren’t the greatest, either. Now that he thinks about it, he pretty much lived off energy drinks, coffee, and the occasional hot food Wayne would force down his throat.

You inhale the food, the empty bowl on the coffee table within minutes. “Want more?” You’re hypnotized by the screen, having barely heard him. Why did he want to fight a seventeen-year-old vampire? “Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“Want more?”

“Oh sure! Thank you.” The shine in your eyes brightens up as you look up at him, and it settles his jealousy. For the most part.

Eddie scoops himself and you another bowl, seeing Dylan hasn’t grabbed his yet. “Dylan! Food’s getting cold! Come eat!”

Dylan comes out, actually looking like he was in a better mood than he was before.

“Oh, shit, Twilight?” He comments, shaking his head. “She’s a hard Team Edward girl. Hard.”

“I’ve noticed. Here.” Eddie would’ve usually taken the win from his son joking with him but the jealousy that sat eating his gut was so fucking annoying. Why the fuck was he so annoyed at this stupid vampire?

“Oh it's not so fun now, is it?” Dylan calls out, running back up the stairs.

This makes Eddie smile, like things might go back to normal. The screaming match with him after you had left made him believe he truly severed his relationship with him, but this gave him an inch of hope.

Eddie gives you the second serving and you tear through it again, leaving the bowl in front of you empty. As Eddie finishes his own, he starts to lean into you, placing delicate kisses on the little exposed skin you provided for him today. He moves you so you’re lying on top of him.

The movie is about to end, Bella waking up in a hospital with frankly, an off-putting delivery of the lines she was given. His hands make their way up past the hem of your sweater, reaching to touch some skin as he continues. A pinch makes its way in between your eyebrows down at him. “What’s this about?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to touch you.” You don't believe him, but you also don't mind the touches, as they were certainly doing their job as far as foreplay goes, so you lean back into him. Just when Eddie thought the end was near there’s a whole-ass prom scene and he nearly groans in frustration. Your legs intertwine with his, and he gets a sneaky idea, peering over your shoulder to move his leg over the teensiest bit.

He moves his leg as if he was lifting one leg to rest on its foot. He moves it a bit faster than necessary, aiming for where your ass sat lower than normal on his body.

As his knee jerks into your cunt, you gasp, a heat having already gathered from the movie alone, his teasing doing nothing to help.

“Shit, sorry baby. Was just trying to move my leg.” One look at his face tells you it was a bold-faced lie and you give him an exasperated look. “What?” A series of shots that didn’t make the movie at the end show and Eddie rolls his eyes. “Prick.” He mutters under his breath to an image of Edward on the screen.

“What was that?” You ask him, unsure you even heard him right. “Eddie, were you jealous?” You ask incredulously, the very idea of it is just bizarre.

“What? No!” Eddie dismisses it far too quickly, but the satisfaction as he turns the tv off is too much to deny.

“Eddie! He’s a fictional character. You do realize you share the same name, right?” Eddie rolls his eyes, slightly ticked off he let himself get caught being jealous. You crawl up to his face, the knee against your cunt having left a throb of more want. “Besides, there’s nothing to be jealous of.” You lean in to kiss him, still lying on top of him. As you tilt your head to deepen it, Eddie feels weak as your tongue meets his own and the way you’re gasping into his open mouth is filthy. “Nothing.” You emphasize, biting on his bottom lip.

Eddie bites back a moan, his eyes rolling back as your teeth linger. You frame his face, kissing along the path of his stubble, his gorgeous jaw line, his freckled neck, the dip of his collarbone.

You pause, taking a quick pause to suck on the collarbone lightly, biting into it to make one little claim of your own. You sit back on it, admiring the way it's already started to bruise. You continue, your hand absentmindedly moving his shirt up his torso so you could kiss your way down. You lick across a nipple, and his chest stunts in response. Down his torso you go until you meet the treasure of all treasure trails. You pause, inhaling at the scent, and the musk intoxicates you so much that you can’t help yourself, licking at it. Fuck.

Finally, you get to his jean waistband, and you tug twice, making sure it's okay. Eddie moves to unbutton it for you, and you swat him away. “I wanna do it.” You tell him, picking up where he left off. You tug the jeans off, your fingers hooked meticulously so his boxers come off with them.

His cock springs free and you look up to his face. By now Eddie has lost all clear thought, and he’s sure it started the moment you started working on his collarbone. Somehow it just got better and better as you went further down, every touch of your tongue against his skin sending fucking waves through him. But the look of…elation that you give him as you free his cock, like you couldn’t believe you get to be so lucky to suck on it, had him in pure ecstasy.

You leaned in to take a long swipe on it, a slow lick from the base to the tip, and his cock is nearly down your throat before he could even register it. Relentlessly, you bob your head, fist gripping what you can't fit. You hear him swear loudly, and you let go with a popping sound. His hand finds its way to your face, framing it. You peer up at him, and his half opened eyes and a disbelieving smile gives you an unmatched sense of pride.

“Holy shit.” He mutters, his thumb crossing your bottom lip slowly.

You smile, lifting his hand from your face and into your hair, curling your fist over his so he would grip it tightly. You go back to work, mouth watering as you continue to bob up and down. Eddie slowly starts pushing on your head, forcing you to take a little bit more of him at a time. Your gag reflex fights it, and he can feel it.

“Relax your throat baby.” He whispers. “Just relax it.” You think about it, letting the tense muscles of your jaw and attempting to swallow the spit to soften. He can feel a shift, his cock still in the heat of your mouth. “Oh, good girl.”

He thrusts his hips up, and his cock finds itself down your throat, a feat you’ve never been able to accomplish before. The base of his cock meets your nose, and he stops, watching you adjust as tears come to your eyes from the stinging. “Holy shit, good fucking girl.” He mumbles, sweeping his hand through your hair. “So good.”

He pulls on your scalp so you move up and back down a few times, and you find it impossibly easy to submit yourself to him, allowing him to fuck your throat.

Eddie guides you off his cock, you look up at him for his appraisal and he frames your face to wonder how he was so lucky as he looks at your cocked-out eyes. “Oh, what a good little slut.” He mutters, pulling you up to his face.

You crawl up eagerly, and he kisses you gently, not chaste, but not quite as dirty as before. He breaks away, still connecting your foreheads. “Let’s go upstairs, yeah?”

You nod readily; lust filled eyes staring back into his. You wait patiently for him to put his jeans back over on his cock and make your way back up the stairs to his room.

As soon as his door is shut Eddie rids himself of his clothes, and you end up watching from his bed eagerly, enjoying the show. He dives onto the bed, and a squeal of giggles involuntarily leaves your throat at the wild eyes captivating his face. He dives down to kiss you, his tongue delicious against your own and he sucks on it, luring a whimper right out of you. One of his hands rubs against your thigh, and this pair of pants wasn’t something he could feel you up through. Eddie’s thumb messaged extra rough, and the touch alone manages more whimpers.

“Touch me.” You choke out, breathing heavily, breathing him. “Please.”

Eddie grins, both his hands working down to unbutton the tight jeans you wore. A hand slips in and starts to tease along the slick of your folds and your breath hitches as Eddie focuses on making you feel good. He rubs them in small circles, the touch light but enough to give you release. You can tell he isn't necessarily driving you towards an orgasm and it drives a laugh of impatience out of you against his lips.

“Baby” You whine, “Fuck.” You couldn’t even put words to it, because somehow you knew he’d find a way to twist it.

Eddie leans into your neck, the heat of his cruel laughter closing your eyes. “Oh, you wanted me to touch you and get off? Well why didn’t you say so?”

The pressure increases, a defined difference in his touch as he rubs against your clit, and the sounds he draws from you was worth the tease. He hikes your oversized sweater up, revealing skin and your bra, and as his fingers move absentmindedly he kisses your stomach with light tongue, the wet warmth sending shivers up your body as the feeling in your tummy starts to pool.

He sits up suddenly, and you whimper from the loss. He chuckles at this, pride in how pathetic he can make you feel. “Aww, poor baby.” He mocks you, and your eyebrows furrow in slight embarrassment. “It’s okay, I know you just wanna cum…gonna get you to cum all over my face.” His hands tug on your jeans, and he barely needs any help from you to yank them off, unceremoniously throwing them onto the floor. “Oh, fuck, finally.” He mutters as he sees your pussy, prettier than he remembered when he jacked himself off in the shower this morning.

He leans in, sucking on your clit and the heat expands from it into your legs and the feeling in your stomach doubles. From no release to every bit, you could already feel the knot threatening to snap. “Holy shit, fuck.” You mutter, your thighs clamping against him.

He feels the intensity in your body shift, continuing to suck on your clit rhythmically. Your breathing increases, and Eddie slowly sucks harder, and harder, and as your heels dig in his upper back, he stops.

An audible whine leaves you, the edge just right there. “Fuck, Ed.” You whimper, somehow knowing it was on purpose.

He chuckles, watching your beautiful cunt react as well. “I know, baby, I know.”

“I was so close.”

“Imagine how good it’ll feel when you do cum, yeah?” He teases, still watching your face. Your leg muscles spasm and the kisses he trails down your thigh are no help.

You whine again, toes curling and the extra fabric of your sweater self consciously curls up around your fists. “Ed.”

“I know.” He says one last time, and goes in for the kill.

There was really no delay this time, the edge was only a step away and he pushed you over, his fingers fucking into you and tongue working over time on your clit, a heat into an explosion as your legs shake and pussy spasms. Eddie pays close attention to it, admiring the glisten of your slick coating you, dripping to your ass and on his sheets and it's a piece of art.

Eddie kisses one last time against your clit, crawling back up to you to assess. “Sweetheart?”

You smile lazily at him, the orgasm having left a smile on your face and a glow amongst your features. “Hmm?”

“Wanna fuck still?” He asks, his hand petting your face softly.

Your eyes fucking light up, nodding enthusiastically. He chuckles, moving the sweater slowly up and over your head. He moves around your torso, single handedly unhooking your bra, revealing those gorgeous tits.

He looks like heaven above you, a shadow of stubble, brown eyes darkened as he takes you in, and the lust in his eyes sends a pool of wetness between your legs. Your legs open, and he sits himself between them, kissing the nearest skin he can as he puts his cock into you.

Your legs close on the feeling, mouth falling open in a silent moan. God, what a sight.

You sleepily look up at him as he puts his chest on yours, just drinking in the moment of him in you. He does the same, your hands framing his face.

He kisses you, slow and sweet. “So, so, good, Ed.” You manage out between them, sighing up at him.

He moves back a bit, thrusting into you lightly and you whimper into his mouth. He separates himself to get a good look as he continually fucks into you, and your mouth is open in unspoken words. Too fucking good.

“I know baby, I know.” He tells you. He kisses your neck, down your throat and down to a tit bouncing lightly from the impact of his cock fucking into you. He latches his tongue onto the nipple, your pussy tightening around him in response. He grazes his teeth lightly, mewls leaving your throat at the sheer pleasure mixed with pain and he lets go.

He leans up from you, taking one of your legs and placing it against his shoulder up towards the ceiling and you can feel him deeper, his thrusts starting to hit harder. Your moans are interrupted by each thrust. “Ed. So. Good. Fuck.”

His hand gently caresses your leg on his shoulder, focusing on the warmth of your pussy engulfing him. “Oh, tight pussy. So fuckable.”

“Yours.” You whine out.

“Oh, that’s right. My pussy.”

“All yours.” You choke out.

“Oh that’s fuckin right. You’re mine. All mine. My good fuckable slut.”

The words hit the right spot, making your eyes roll back. “Fuck, Ed. Cum in me.”

“Yeah, wanna be filled with me?"

“Mmhmm…”

“Oh fuck.” Eddie reaches his high faster than he was expecting, his hips jerking into you and the feeling of his cock pulsating while it spurts inside you is everything.

Eddie pants, lightly pushing your leg off his chest. He leans forward to give you a kiss, his body covered in sweat, the slick smell being something you need to memorize. “Holy shit, sweetheart."

You giggle, your legs holding him there. “Stay a while?”

“Love to cockwarm, huh, baby?”

“Only with you,” You mutter, a yawn leaving you. And if it was anything like the first time, you’ll be asleep within minutes. “So full.”

He chuckles, turning on the tv next to his bed. He tugs the blanket out from under you and pulls it over the two of you. You snuggle into his arms as he wraps them around you. “You know, we can cuddle without—” Eddie starts.

“No, no. That’s crazy talk.” You interrupt him, and he feels a smile up against his chest.

As you fall asleep, you hear one last thing from him, something you don’t think you were supposed to hear. “Beat that, you sparkly fucker.”

Somehow, the power of making Eddie jealous over a fictional vampire didn’t go straight to your head, but goddamn it felt good to be this wanted.

The tickle of the sheet against your abdomen comes to mind as you wake up on your side, calf in between Eddie’s legs and your face buried in his chest. His snoring is gentle but deep, his arm lazily wrapped around you. You figure he eventually got himself out of you, the subtle loss something you probably whined at.

You feel a smile creep its way onto your face, the satisfaction of waking up how you did fills your lungs with air. You peer your head back to get a look at his face, relaxed and unguarded, even from sex. Your eyes take in every detail of his handsome face, the slight hook of his nose, the stray hairs by his left eyebrow, the freckles scattered… God, he is beautiful.

You lean in to kiss his jawline, nuzzling your nose into the scratch of his stubble. The arm around your torso flexes, a snore interrupted. A huff of laughter escapes you, the simplicity of it just so mesmerizing. He shifts slightly, arm tightening around you as he adjusts himself. You cuddle yourself closer into his chest, inhaling the scent that was unmistakably him. No cologne, deodorant or aftershave disguising it. The smell alone makes you shudder in happiness.

You lay breathing him in for another thirty minutes before he finally stirs awake.

When he finally does, eyes squinting around as he blinks awake, arms flexing away as he yawns and stretches, you lay there patiently as he gets his bearings.

“Fuck.” His arms go limp, and he buries himself into your hair, breathing in the scent. “How long—” he yawns, cutting himself off. “How long have you been awake?”

Your shoulders shrug, and he huffs out a breath of laughter. He feels your stomach grumble against his. “Long enough, huh.” He kisses into your hair, giving you one last good squeeze. “Alright, let’s go get some food.”

You protest getting out of bed with him but the second growl your stomach makes, this one even more audible, has Eddie give a look to say it wasn’t debatable. Food first.

Down the stairs, you sit in a pair of shorts with the same over sized sweater at the kitchen island, chewing happily on the food Eddie prepared for you, a fucking snack tray. He put it in front of you, and you look up at him with an eyebrow raised peculiarly. “I fucking love snacks.” He says, grabbing a slice of cheese off your tray.

Dylan jogs into the kitchen, stealing a cracker off your plate as he dashes around the counter. “Going out with friends, be back later.” He looks dressed up for a bar, an outfit you knew he would wear to impress. It's a weird thought that you know him like this.

“Don’t be stupid, don’t drink and drive.” Eddie tells him, leaning forward on the island.

“Got it!”

“Was that good or bad, I couldn’t tell.” You ask him when the front door closes.

“I wouldn’t go towards either. He’s being civil for the sake of you but he’s much more pissed when you’re not here. Trust me.” Eddie answers you, eyes wide at the end of the sentence.

A pang of guilt hits you square in the chest. He sees your expression falter, giving you a soft look. “Don’t feel guilty. I deserve it. He damn well has a right to act this way when I betrayed him.”

Fuck, that was a level of emotional maturity you weren’t used to seeing in men. Threw you for a loop.

“So, sweetheart. I got a question for you.” You perk up, leaning towards him at the opposite end of the island counter. “Will you allow me to take you out on a proper date?”

The sentence drives your heart wild, your stomach turning itself inside out. You nod your head rapidly, gulping. “When?”

“Well it’s four o’clock now…if I drive you home so you can get ready we could probably make our 7 o’clock reservation.”

Now you find yourself in your bathroom, your makeup scattered across the counter as you dance to an upbeat playlist, your quick glance to the clock indicating you still have an hour before he comes to pick you up at 6:45.

You're driving yourself mad with the want to outdo yourself, you want a visual reaction from this man. He was kind enough to let you know it was more upscale, but that was all the detail he was willing to provide to you. You knew your initial reaction to wear something to rile him up wasn’t any good, and the warning he had given you had driven you to believe he knew you well enough to know you would if he hadn’t.

You hear the front door of the apartment close, Skyler getting home from day working at a cellphone carrier store. She hated the dumb customers but loved the commission she made when she sold plans. She places her things down, making her way straight to the bathroom to where the blaring music could be heard. “Going out somewhere?” She asks, slightly yelling to be heard over the music.

You reach to the Bluetooth speaker, turning down the volume a few notches. “Hot date with Eddie!” You tell her excitedly, leaning in to finish the last of the eyeliner.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had one planned!”

“Neither did I! He told me about the reservation just like an hour ago after he dropped me off.”

“Just like that?” She asks, leaning in.

You pause the movement of your brush on your face, using some setting powder for a final touch. “Just like that.”

Her eyebrows raised to her forehead quickly. “Okay, damn. That’s…that’s romantic.”

A smile lands on your face, and you close it to prevent the wider smile making its way to prevent teasing. “Mmmhmm.”

Face setting spray finishes your face before you run to your room to do the most daunting thing about getting ready…picking out your outfit.

It has to be something your ex hasn't taken off you either. There goes that hot blue little dress, and this green strappy number, and that really cute skirt…damn this might be harder than you thought. You used a lot of secret weapons from your arsenal with Dylan.

“I’m out of clothes!” You yell to your roommate, frustrated out of your mind.

“You still haven’t used that pretty dress you bought last month…the one still with a tag on it?” She calls out, referring to a dress you found that fit you perfectly but didn’t have anything to wear it for.

“That one is for special occasions!”

“Bitch, your boyfriend made spontaneous dinner date plans for your first date. It’s a special occasion, wear the damn dress!”

As it cascades down your body as you place it over your head, it couldn’t have been more perfect.

Sitting in your living room while waiting to be picked up should not be this jittery, butterflies doing a little dancey-dance in your stomach as Skyler absentmindedly binge-watches Buffy. You sent Eddie your address at his request about ten minutes ago, and now it's just a waiting game.

Three knocks at the door find you standing in a second, tripping over your own feet to get to the door. You open it to him, standing there with a single red rose. He's dressed in a gorgeous leather outdoor jacket, one only a man as fine as he is could pull off as well as he does and still make it look classy. He wears a pair of slacks with a dark red button down tucked loosely into it, the first three buttons undone.

Something tells you he’ll be moving his sleeves up his arms later. Fuck. He has never looked hotter.

“Hi, gorgeous. Ready?”

You nodded frantically, picking the open jacket up from the coatrack you had placed conveniently by the door. You turn back to face to your roommate to tell her not to wait up and face her, her mouth wide open. “I see it now.” She whispers, her jaw dropping again.

Your eyebrows raise to her in response but a glare reaches as your face as you turn around, something in you stupidly angry about this. Good. Look from afar.

The drive down is filled to the brim with unbridled anticipation, neither one saying much as you watch the pretty lights pass by on the way to the unspecified restaurant.

He places his hand on your thigh, thumb caressing it gently. Your dress is just long enough for his pinky to touch your leg but the rest lay on the soft material. “You look gorgeous, by the way.” He compliments you, and you suddenly realize he’s barely watching the road.

“Hmm.” You answer, nodding at the road. “My heart stopped when I opened the door, you are unfairly handsome.”

“Unfairly?” Eddie asks, voice incredulous at your word choice.

“Mmhmm.”

He chuckles, suddenly making a left turn into a group of scattered restaurants and your breath hitches, wondering, no.

Holy fuck, it is.

He pulls up and you’re peering up at what is known as the most expensive restaurant in town, the kind of place you only went with when your parents were celebrating an anniversary or something and were paying.

The kind of place that had good ass food, but you need to be able to pay minimum, 100 per person. The wine is automatically served, and the only music is a light piano melody. “Wanted to take you out for a treat. Somewhere I know damn well men your age can’t afford.”

That sentence alone drenches the lacy panties you wore.

He walks to your side after getting out, opening the door for you. The act isn’t much, something a man or two has done before him, but from him, it was like a goddamn touch of Midas.

The low light and piano music engulfs you, the conversation low as you see everyone is dressed in their best. You find yourself intimidated but Eddie walks in like he belongs.

Cause he does.

He asks for a reservation under his last name, and the waitress finds it right away. You can’t help but notice the way her eyes light up and damn, you usually don’t describe yourself as the jealous type but when it comes to him it's hard not to be.

As you get to your booth, Eddie takes off his jacket, revealing his sleeves up to his elbows, and it’s literally mouth watering. He does it so swiftly, and before you can even sit, he holds his hand out for your jacket as well. You take it off to hand it over, which he hangs ever so gently over his jacket on the hook.

Your hostess asks for drinks, Eddie asks for the drink menu and some water, you ask for water as well, hoping to find a suitable cocktail when the menu comes along.

The low lighting is flattering on him sitting across from you, and all his attention is on you, even as his eyes roam the menu. The conversation flows effortlessly, and you finally ask Eddie for his story, something even through the lust you’ve had a desire to know.

He describes growing up in Hawkins, Indiana, a rebel without a cause with a touch for the dramatics and running a role play DnD group. He describes his struggles as he failed grade twelve twice due to a large population chalking it up to laziness when in reality no one listened to his inability to sit down long enough to learn anything. He tells you about this group of friends he made in his final and successful attempt at grade 12, the ones that eventually kicked his ass into gear and none of them he would’ve been here without, and though they were all older like him, you hoped one day you’d be lucky enough to meet them face-to-face.

His attempt at college, realizing it wasn’t for him and dropping out a semester in when a local mechanic he knew offered an apprenticeship spot at his garage.

2 years into it, he finds out he enjoys it and he made enough money to move out. At 22 he meets a woman who comes into his shop with a check engine light on, and that was how he met Dylan's mom. You fought so hard not to roll your eyes as he described building a life with her and finding out she was pregnant, but it was hard not to be jealous.

Apparently she was the perfect mom from the outside, her connection to her son was unbeatable. Eddie soon found out she was having an affair with one of her co-workers, the same one she had told him time and time again that, no, of course he didn’t have a crush on her, that’s silly.

(They were fucking the whole time.)

If anything, it was the reason he had let Dylan find out so quickly. An affair would’ve made it ten times worse.

He finishes off, describing how difficult it was to raise him after she ran off with the co-worker, eventually finding something that worked for them. All in all, he was proud of the person he had raised Dylan to become, hopeful for their relationship.

You hung onto every word he told you through that meal like he had hung the moon and the stars. As he finishes, wiping his hands on his napkin as he ate, your eyes fixated on his forearms flexing, he apologizes, claiming he felt bad for talking the whole time.

“Oh, I could listen to you for hours.” It falls out of your mouth before you could stop it.

“Well I’m sick of myself. Tell me about you.” He comments, so you did.

You tell him about being raised in the small town in rural America, being a teenager in the 2010s a slight difference than in the late 90s. Your stupid first boyfriend who dumped you as soon as he slept with you, your mom who meant well but often valued the opinions of others over her daughters needs and wants, your stoner of a best friend who had an opinion that you valued most of all, and how you met your current roommate through a facebook ad but it turned out you really clicked.

Your story had no beginning and no end, just going off your life based on what you felt like you had wanted to tell him.

“Dylan is a good boyfriend, by the way.” Eddie laughed at the absurdity of your sentence, all plates in front of you containing any food long gone while you had your third cocktail and Eddie drank some whiskey. Were you a bit tipsy? Yes. That sentence couldn’t have left your mouth without it. “After the lack of commitment on a stupid amount of dudes, his willingness to go all in, as we said that’s what we had both wanted, was exceedingly refreshing.” You took another gulp of it, the sugary drink hitting nicely. “He was stable, kind, thoughtful, but something was missing. In him I felt safety.” You pause, looking at him. “In you, I feel freedom.”

The conversation moved away from Dylan, thank God. As he asks for one more before the bill you can't help yourself. “Where do you see this going?” You gulp, scratching your nose, and paying close attention to your glass. “If you say anything other than long term, I might be sick.”

To Eddie, your level of honesty was refreshing. “Baby, anything but long-term has never been an option to me.”

Eddie gives his credit card to the waitress, a moon eyed girl who he had barely paid attention to. Either because he was being courteous with his attention or he just didn’t bother when you were right in front of him, it didn’t matter, but the thing itself gave you immense satisfaction. (It was the latter, for the record. Eddie had barely noticed her.)

As he helped you back into your jacket, slipping on his own, a feeling of intense satisfaction, pure bliss invaded your entire system. There was no first date that would ever be as good as this one. The set up, picking you up, the nice ass restaurant, the easy conversation, and lastly, the knowledge that when you got to his, he would be all over you, and you him.

Nothing was ever gonna be this good.

Good. You didn’t want anyone or anything but him.

Your head found his shoulder on the way back to his place, hands intertwined on your lap on the silent ride home, soft rock playing on his radio. As his truck reaches his driveway, you notice it's empty. Eddie picked up on this as your head perks up upon the observation.

“Asked if he could crash at a friend’s place tonight.” Eddie explains, having placed the truck in park, sitting back in his seat. “We got the place to ourselves.”

You grinned giddily, and you weren’t sure if it was the three and a half drinks or the troublesome feeling of your lacy panties being thoroughly soaked, but you were out his truck door before he could even register it. He climbs out, quickly shuffling behind you and he makes a giggle pour out of you as he scares you as you wait patiently at the door for him to unlock it.

He kisses your neck as he reaches in with one hand to unlock the door, and you open it and turn to him, yanking on the collar of his leather jacket. “Need you.” You mutter in between kisses, only in the entrance of the house but if you took another step without kissing him, you were gonna lose your mind. “Want. You.”

Your need is outrageously attractive, Eddie leaning into every kiss you've given him with the same amount of fervor, his hands holding your waist and fisting at the deliciously beautiful dress you had worn. You just had this dress? Waiting around? And you hadn’t blessed anyone with the perfect sight that was you dressed in it until now? What a goddamn sin.

It’ll be a shame when it hits the floor but this dress is only second to how goddamn good you looked naked as far as Eddie's concerned. Speaking of which…

Eddie continually kisses you, pulling you in against him, your breath hitches pulling your coat off and letting it fall to the floor. He backs you up to the stairs, and your foot hits the first step up, and as you’re starting to climb backwards Eddie pushes his body on yours, forcing you to sit. He takes it a step further by leaning in to kiss your neck, and your back falls onto the steps as well, just like he was hoping. Your legs open, welcoming his hips into yours.

Eddie only starts with soft kisses, just to smell your perfume and to feel your skin beneath his lips. “This dress, baby, this dress.” He pauses, a look of lust deep within his brown eyes. “Oh, fuck, this dress.” He couldn’t seem to tell you anything else, but you were thankful the gut feeling that told you to buy it was right. You tug on his collar, pulling it down his back to take it off.

Eddie assists you, letting the jacket fall clumsily down the three steps.

“My dress? This shirt!” You gasp, gripping onto it softly. “You look so good. The buttons undone on the top were..” You sigh as he kisses his way down to your shoulder. “…a nice touch.”

His hand pushes up your dress, hands roughly smoothing up your thigh, and one gets to the lacey panties. As his hand brushes the panties to take them off he gives you a manic smile. He takes them off, slowly, head against your shoulder as he does so. As the pair is taken off your foot, he inhales sharply at the sight of them, holding them in front of your body where he can see them. You see his hands touch where you soaked it all night, playing with the slick that has already gathered. “You’re not getting these back.”

He tosses them back playfully, going back to attack your neck. Eventually he leaves kisses all down your torso, and he kisses down your clothed thigh before making a big show of lifting the dress hem up, kissing along your thigh again. Only this time, your thigh wasn’t covered, and it was towards your now uncovered and absolutely throbbing cunt. As he moves closer, you start to whine, as with each kiss he adds more wetness, more tongue. Finally his mouth is right next to your core, and with his head in your skirt, he reaches for each leg to put them on his shoulders.

He goes straight in, tongue attacking your clit, your still covered feet dig into his back and a choked out moan leaves your throat. Eddie’s lips leave your pussy, his shining eyes in your sight as he popped his head from underneath your dress. “Be loud, show me how much you love my tongue all over your pussy. C’mon. Wanna hear you. If I catch you holding back again you’ll be sorry.” He leans in without another thought, and his tongue takes no time to continue.

“Oh, fuck!” You felt slightly embarrassed by it, but you were more worried about what he meant at the end there, by you’ll be sorry. If he edged you just for the hell of it, what was he gonna do as a punishment? “Your tongue, feels so fucking good, Ed.”

“Tastes—” he mutters, mostly to himself. “Tastes like heaven. Love your sweet, perfect, beautiful pussy.” The acoustics of talking through your dress didn’t make sense, but you could hear him loud and clear. “Look how wet this pussy is already for me, just dripping, oh fuck.”

“Fuck, you look, fuck, so good Ed. So fucking hot.”

“You were wet from my appearance alone?” Eddie asks, peering up at you from behind your dress.

“Since the first time I met you.” You gasp out, leaning onto your elbows on the step but finding your head heavy on your neck to look up at him.

“Jesus christ.” You smiled down at him, hand reaching forward for him. He interlocks his with yours and keeps it there as he dives back in your dress. Something feels different…the heat concentrates on your clit as he feverishly attacks it.

“Holy shit--!” You cry out, jerking your upper body forward. “Ed, holy fuck keep doing that.” His other hand joins him, hooking into you and immediately connecting with your g-spot. As you get closer, he can feel your hand tighten on his own as your moans lose all inhibition and you whine, all high pitched, the sound echoing beautifully in the empty house. “Ed, fuck—” Your orgasm snuck up on you, the heat expanding through your thighs and legs until the edge hits you in a silent scream, and you gush all over his face and your dress and the stairs.

Thank god Eddie had hardwood.

He comes out from your dress, and you look at him in disbelief. “What—” you start, still unraveling. “I don’t even—”

“C’mon.” He mutters, kissing your forehead. You follow him up to his room, knees already weak but moving anyway.

Your bodies collide with one another, lips mashing in hot, dirty kisses. “Need to fuck you now.” Eddie breathes, his hands working at the zipper on your back. The dress drops to reveal what he already knew, and that it was you weren't wearing a bra. “Perfect fucking tits, fuck.”

He tugs at his belt and untucks his pants, making him look like a horny teenager. Maybe not horny, just a few drinks in. But when he had what he called the hottest girlfriend, he felt like anyone could hardly blame him. His pants fly off and he undoes the last few buttons on his shirt before he yanks it off by the back.

When he’s finally undressed, he pauses as he gets a good look at you, the both of you ridiculously exposed. “Fuck. Am I so goddamn lucky I get to spend my night with you?”

“Just kiss me.” You tell him, reaching out for him and he lurches forward, wrapping his hands in your hair and taking your lips in a wet kiss. He leads you to his bed, taking step by step as you fall backwards onto it, and none of it is awkward, just perfect. He crawls on top as your leg makes its way around his hips, and he can’t even bother to tease you because if he doesn’t get his cock inside you he is gonna lose it.

You didn’t expect it so soon, usually getting a tease but the shock pulls out a loud moan from you, Eddie moaning at the same time as he pushes himself into you. He puts his forehead against yours, eyes closed. Yours are too, taking in the feeling of his cock inside you. No matter how many times, it's like you forgot how fucking good it felt, every time.

“God. I didn’t know a pussy could feel this…fuck.” He mutters as his words make you tighten around him. “Fucking intoxicating.” He leans in to nip lightly against your neck, whispering into your skin. “Can’t fucking get enough of it. And when I—” he lips his hips out of yours, fucking into you slowly, “—fuck you, there’s nothing fucking better.”

His hips continue, his head remaining in your neck, his body against yours as he just feels you against him. Your hands roam the muscles of his back, nails digging in as his hips gradually fuck you harder. “You always take my cock so goddamn well, baby. Such a good whore for me.”

You whimper; all coherent thought gone as the feeling of him is pure perfection.

“Fucking love your cock in me Ed! Fuck, just like- just like that.”

“Oh, I know you love my cock. You moan like a whore for it. Let me hear you baby.”

The whines you didn’t realize you were holding back came out of your mouth and he grabbed your hair harshly, and you let out a higher one. “Don’t hold back, remember?”

You nod your head, a restricted move because of his hold on you. Eddie lets go, his hand framing your face delicately. He leans in to kiss you, fierce and protective. “God, you’re so much more…more than I had ever wanted…ever hoped for…” his voice is softer now, whispering into your neck.

“Ed. You’re so good…to me. So lucky.”

He places a hand on your clit, rubbing gently at it. “Fuck, baby I’m gonna cum. Cum with me?”

“What am I gonna say, no? To that?” you gasp out. He chuckles softly, the laughter hot against your neck.

“Close.” You tell him and he picks up the pace, holding back a bit for you. “Eddie I—” and a full moan leaves your lips and as you tighten around him, his hips rutting into you.

Eddie moans loudly as he cums, a sound you wouldn’t blame angels for if they had used at the gates of heaven.

His weight is heavy on you, having collapsed. He kisses whatever skin he can reach, your shoulder, collarbone, jawline, corner of your mouth before wrapping your lips in a kiss you can only describe as breathtakingly romantic.

Fuck were you falling, falling hard. And as Eddie lay on top of you for a solid ten minutes, caressing your skin and kissing you softly, still inside you while basking in the afterglow, he is thinking the exact same thing.

Also that he needs to clean the stairs before Dylan gets home.

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rating svt from husband, boyfriend, bestie material

pairing/genres: svt x reader (gn); fluff

warnings: lots of nana tour (NT) and in the soop (ITS) references, as well as others but wanted to give specific warnings for those two shows bc spoilers

author's note: for 🍉 anon. THIS WAS TOUGH LMAO. I’d also like to say this is kinda biased!!! I tried to be objective despite having strong feelings toward certain members 🥲 But just a general disclaimer: I do not know them personally, so I'm going off of what they've shown to the public. I know there will be people who disagree because we all have different ideas/preferences in a partner/best friend. So, please, keep that in mind! Each member can mean something different depending on the person 💞

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Husband Material

1. Mingyu — This man can cook, clean, is intelligent, handsome, funny, etc etc etc~. I believe he’s also one of the first members to comfort others. And his sister has mentioned she wants a partner like Mingyu. Enough said lol.

2. Seungcheol — He’s caring, loyal, reliable, and dependable (cough that one jeongcheol clip cough). He’s not afraid to stand up for those he cares about (i.e., members > company). He’ll be the protector type (wbk). I sense the relationship would feel stable and secure.

3. Joshua — This man has always screamed husband material. He truly IS a gentleman. He has a good balance of playfulness and seriousness, which would make the relationship fun. He’s also very caring (flashback to ITS with Seungkwan (even NT as well)) and has a great heart.

4. Chan — In his Weverse interview, he mentioned how he wants to be there for his members no matter what. He’s also very passionate about his craft, and I think that attribute would cross into his love life. And did you see the video of him with that carat and holding their purse while they got in the car?!?!

5. Minghao — I’m reminded of that video of him saying he’s always dreamed of getting married and having kids (ironically saw this again on my tl recently). And watching NT, it’s so easy to imagine him with his family in an artsy town. Also, he’d be loyal (I recall all the anti-delulu fancalls and lives LOL; this doesn't necessarily show loyalty but yk... it can *wink wonk*) and caring (as seen with Vernon).

Boyfriend Material

6. Seokmin — He’s so precious and sweet. Definitely someone you would want to take home to your family. He’s so full of love and happiness. I think he’ll care for his partner a lot and shower them with love. The relationship with him would be so wholesome.

7. Wonwoo — Have you seen the way he treats Chan?! Imagine him with his partner *sobs* I get the sense (one of) his love language(s) is acts of service, so he’d treat his partner sweetly and tenderly. He’ll be a soft and supportive lover.

8. Jun — I recall how he made breakfast for SVT during predebut because he couldn’t speak Korean well at the time but wanted to do something nice/show his love for his members. I also saw a recent video of him making sure one of the members didn’t fall when they stumbled. So, I think he’d be very attentive to his partner’s needs. Also, imagine bf!Jun cooking you hot pot. Yes, please.

9. Jeonghan — I think he teeters on the boyfriend and bestie line (his face also gives off fwb vibes lmao), but since Jeonghan is one of my biases, he gets put in this category (semi-sorry). This man said, “You’re supposed to wait endlessly for people you like” in NT. He has said he wants to be an island to people in ITS. He’s also supportive of others as we’ve seen when he co-parents with Cheol lol. I think he wouldn’t be afraid to do something for his partner if they needed him to as well (i.e., that live when Seungkwan wanted to sing but it was late, so Jeonghan said he’ll ask for others to understand. It may have been a joke, but it was still kind to say).

Bestie Material

10. Soonyoung — He’s the person I would swap with Jeonghan since he also is on the borderline. He’s very energetic with people he’s comfortable with so his friends get to see that side a lot. He’s also cuddly as we’ve seen in several clips of him snuggling his members lol. I get the “you’re so comfortable around each other it’s almost like you’re dating” vibes LOL.

11. Seungkwan — He’d be so fun to be around. A lot of fun memories will be created with him. He’s the life of the party, and I just imagine him popping around here and there at an event lol (I think I’m overprojecting slightly, but he would still be well-known to others!). I think Seungkwan just needs/likes to be around people regardless of whether they’re a partner or a friend.

12. Vernon — He feels like a free spirit. I believe he’s mentioned before that he’s more of a personality person, so he’s not focused on looks in his partner. He’s very chill and already is confident in his own skin. I get the sense he’s content being alone (or w a friend) but also having a partner if the right one comes around.

13. Jihoon — It’s not impossible to have a relationship when he’s busy, but it def would be harder to balance. Even though he’s quiet, he cares. This is evident in the songs he’s made for certain members. I think he wouldn’t mind a partner, but they’d need to be understanding of his lifestyle (and accept he’s not big on showing affection directly). I think his partner would be someone who is similar to him but also would be able to introduce him to things he doesn’t do (like go outside lol. I say this bc he was loving the NT experience).

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luvjoshuahong · 6 days

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birthday proposal - csc

☆ cast: bf!seungcheol x fem!reader (ft. roommate/bsf!seungkwan) ☆ tags: fluff. a little kissing and slight cursing. also mentions of readers past boyfriends being terrible people. ☆ wordcount: 481 ☆ a/n: April 17 aka my birthday! I've been stressed recently that's why i've been incative but hope you enjoy! ps.. lowercase intended and slightly proofreadㅤㅤ

"happy birthday my love!", you hear your boyfriend seungcheol say as he runs into your room. being hunched up on your desk all week trying to finish a report your boss asked for made you lose track of time. how is it my birthday already? i thought it was next week.

seungcheol takes you into a warm hug which you had just realized you very much needed until suddenly he starts tackling you with kisses until you both fall onto your bed. "cheol!", you scream while laughing.

"i know how you always say you're not excited for your birthday because your family always ruined it for you so that's why i asked seungkwan to let me in secretly", he says with excitement.

sometimes you wonder how your roommate, seungkwan, and your boyfriend, seungcheol, become friends. seungkwan was always cold with your boyfriends knowing how your exes have treated you terribly. it came as a shock to you when seungkwan warmed up to seungcheol rather quickly. either way, you're glad your best friend and the love of your life are good friends knowing how long you have been dating seungcheol.

"oh! right, i can't forget your gifts",

gifts? as in more than one? you know seungcheol comes from a wealthy family but you had no idea he was going to spend so much on you. maybe you can scold him another time for spending so much for you but you just don't have the heart to when he's so excited to give you them.

"here are some dresses i knew you would look beautiful in.. oh and some lip gloss since you mentioned you ran out of your favorite recently", your jaw drops lower and lower as seungcheol pulls out so many things for you that look so expensive you couldn't even guess the price of them.

"and i got you one last thing, i wanted to show you last to make it special", suddenly he drops to one knee and opens a box to reveal a stunning diamond ring.

you stand there in shock which starts to worry seungcheol. "is there something wrong? do you not want to get married now? is it too soon? shit, i'm so sorry i should have talked to you about it before—" you shut him up by kissing him and start tearing up. "cheol, how could i ever say no to someone like you. you're perfect in every way and treat me in a way that no one ever has before",

"and i'm so sorry for pausing and scaring you, i didn't know you also had marriage in mind.", seungcheol just looks at you with his dimpled smile with a sparkle in his eyes.

"i love you, i'm so happy you said yes. i can't wait to live the rest of my life with you", he says while giving you a kiss on your head.

☆ end notes: thank you for reading to the end! I don't expect my birthday to be well but at least I got a cute coups fic out of this<3

☆ special mentions: @luvleejihoon @joshuaahong. thank you harin and soojin who were motivating me while writing this and thank you soojin for uploading these cheol pics on Pinterest for me to use 🫶

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ynsvnte · 2 months

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Sparks — Park Sunghoon

Genre: angst, fluff, death, memories wc: 1.8k warnings: death, crying, kissing, hugging. pairing: bf/husband!hoon x fem!reader

Synopsis: Sunghoon can’t get over you, even when gone. It’s only memories of you. You story ended to earlier. He’s alone.

Sing along at Lispenard St. (Series Masterlist)

Sunghoon sat on the bench staring at the view in front of him. Enjoying the peace and quiet of the place. No other person was there to bother him. Sunghoon looked down and sighed. Only if someone was here. Maybe a lover, but unfortunately that wasn’t what was going to happen. He tried not to think, but the memories keep coming in. It’s hard to live everyday. Especially when alone, having no one by your side. It’s always quiet. Yeah you have friends, but sometimes you have no energy to go out and hang out.

He sat there in silence. Before he gets up and starts walking to his car. Not noticing tears falling slowly.

6 years ago.

“HOONIE!!” You shouted and ran down the halls of the school running to Sunghoon, hugging him. And placing a kiss on his cheek. Sunghoon blushed at this action. “I missed you” you said, Sunghoon could only giggle. “Babe you last saw me at lunch…” you only frowned at this. “Lunch was 3 hours ago” lord you were clingy, but Sunghoon loved that about you. You were his. And he was yours. “I’m sad what if we don’t go to the same university.” You look up at Sunghoon. You were busy as a senior applying to the same colleges as Sunghoon. Definitely not to be with him. You told yourself that even if it was true. “We will.” He said calmly. Your parents weren’t surprised at this. You loved Sunghoon so much ever since middle school. Growing up together was a part of your huge crush on him. And the same goes for him.

“We'll always be together, promise. Even after death.” Sunghoon lifted his pinky. You smiled, wrapping your pinky around his.

“Promise.” You giggled.

4 years ago.

“I’m sick of college” you groaned, placing your head down. Sunghoon only sighed. “Yn..it’s only 2 months left and then we’re free..” you’re tired. Clearly. Senior year of college. All that education is finally paying off. You sat back up looking right at your computer screen before rubbing your face. “I’m done, I quit..” Sunghoon watched you silently. “You can’t just do that..” He knew you weren’t serious. He’s known you all his life. And you’ve been dating for 5 years. He knows your habits quite well. There’s no denying that. “Just get back to work.” You groan, leaning your head onto Sunghoon’s shoulder. He pats your head. “It’s okay..you got this” he tries to encourage you. Even in moments like this.

2 years ago.

“Will you marry me? '' Those words left Sunghoon's mouth. He was on his knee with a ring. You were shocked, tears filling upon your eyes. You nodded your head.

“Y-yes..” crap, how embarrassing. You noticed Sunghoon crying. Which makes you cry. He gets up hugging you. For a minute. He lets go of the hug and puts the ring on you. He looks down at you kissing you. Words can’t express this moment how much happiness you both felt. Finally one more step closer to being together forever. And nothing can stop it. Sunghoon pulls away from the kiss. Leaning his forehead against yours. “My soon to be wife” those words made you feel giddy. You were already blushing, but his words made you blush even more.

1 year ago.

“Hey hoon..” your arms wrapped around his waist. You just woke up from your best night's rest you had in a while.

“Hey princess what’s up..?” He asked you. You didn’t respond immediately. Enjoying the warmth of your husband. “Don’t go to work..” Sunghoon chuckled at this. “Baby..you know I can’t miss work..” He wishes he could, but how would you live without work.. “and why.. you asked him. Sunghoon put his phone on the nightstand before wrapping his arm around you, kissing the top of your head. “Need money to pay bills princess” you grumbled at his response.

“Sorry princess, promise to make it up to you when I get home..” you only stared at him which made him confused. “Anything wrong, aside from me going to work of course.” You shook your head as a no. “Then what is it..” you get closer to Sunghoon placing a kiss on his lips. Making him smile. “On second thought..” Sunghoon said. You place your hand on his chest stopping him. “No go to work.”

9 months ago.

It was around 10 pm. Sunghoon was waiting for you to get home, but by that time he had already fallen asleep. He was woken up by the sound of the doorbell ringing thinking it was you. He opens the door to see 2 police officers at his door. Concerned, he asked, “May I help you..?” Trying to be polite. One of the police officers looked at the other one giving him a look before speaking.

“Is Yn Park your wife..” Sunghoon nodded his head worriedly. “Yeah, is everything alright?” Panic is slowly starting to set in. The police officer sighed, “Your wife, she was involved in an accident..” Sunghoon felt everything go into a blur. What kind of accident..? Are you okay..? Sunghoon’s is panicking, but manages to speak. “What do you mean sir..?” The officer didn’t want to say anything but spoke. “She was involved in a car accident, she’s..she’s in the hospital..” Sunghoon looked down, He’s crying. Not a little bit, but full on sobbing. He could feel the officers stare at him. No..no you can’t die..you have to live for him, for your future kids. He wants you both to grow old together. He can’t imagine life without you. “D-do you know if she’s okay?..” Lord, he hoped for a positive answer. The officers didn’t know, only advising him to go visit the hospital where you were at. And so he went there.

Upon arrival. He entered the hospital, he got stares probably because of his current state, but that didn’t matter the only thing that mattered was whether you died or not. He goes up to the reception, asking for you..only to get told he’ll have to wait. No he can’t do that he has to see you. He’s your husband, he should be allowed too.

Hours passed, and Sunghoon was asleep by then in the chair. In an uncomfortable position. He heard footsteps making him wake up from his slumber. He sees it’s your parents.

“Oh Sunghoon!” Your mom said pulling him into a hug noticing his terrible state. He returns the hug. He feels slightly better. He greets your father. Your mother starts asking all kinds of questions. “How long have you been here? Is she okay? Do you know who did it?” He had no answers to any question she asked. He felt hopeless. He hasn’t gotten any answer since he got here. He just hopes you will open your eyes. See the sparks he sees when he is with you. That’s until the doctor comes out of your room, looking down at his clipboard. Sunghoon quickly gets out of his seat. Walking up to the doctor.

“Is she alright?..” He asked him. The doctor removes his glasses before looking at Sunghoon. “Sir..she-she..unfortunately has passed away..” No this can’t be. His love, his forever, his princess. All because of the stupid driver. He wanted all the answers now. Who caused it? Who took the only person who made him very happy. Sunghoon fell onto his knees sobbing. Eyes red at this point. He can hear your mother screaming, while your father is also in tears but not bad as your mother’s.. The doctors speak once more..

“I also have one more piece of news for you..” sunghoon looks up hoping it’s good news. Maybe oh I’m just joking! She has a chance! But the doctor’s next words make him feel even worse.

“Mrs. Park was..pregnant..7 weeks to be exact..” PREGNANT? You were pregnant with his kid, and he didn’t know. Why did you tell him? His world was crumbling very quickly just yesterday he was on cloud 9 and now..not anymore.. the doctor was about to leave when Sunghoon asked, “Can I Atleast see her?” The doctor shook his head. “No..” No!?! Sunghoon was already upset and in misery and now he can’t see you one last time?

“No!?! What do you mean no!?! She’s my wife, I have the right..!” Sunghoon was now more mad..he was desperate to see your face. “Her face is too damaged…” the doctor tried to reason. Bullshit Sunghoon thought. Sunghoon then tried punching the doctor only to be held by your dad. Trying to calm him down, to not cause a scene. Everyone was now looking in their direction only to see a now mad Sunghoon trying to get his hands on the doctor. Security pulled up taking him away. And just like that you were gone. He never saw your pretty face, or his unborn child.

Present

Sunghoon managed to get home. Life was still the same empty. Every time he walks inside it’s a living hell. He stares at your bookshelf with books you read and unread books that were never to be read. He sees the book you were reading on the coffee table picking it up. It’s still untouched. He places it back down. Walking up to his room. He enters seeing the bed you once shared. Many memories are made in this home. He looks down at his wedding ring. He was going to get justice for you. He was lucky enough to get your wedding ring. Having it protected. He’ll never let it go. He enters the closet seeing all of your unworn clothes, jewelry. He even sees the necklace he got you for your very first date. He changes before walking to the bed and stares at your vanity, all your makeup there. Some probably expired. He gets up walking towards it seeing a photo hanging. It’s a photo of you and him. You were still both in college. You look at Sunghoon with admiration in the photo. He places it down. Looking around your vanity, seeing your perfume. The old bottle you last touched, he even bought a whole new one to not get rid of your fingerprints. He loved that scent you always carried, every night before bed spraying onto the pillow you used to sleep with. Always hugging it. He turns off every light, and lays on the bed before going through his phone seeing his message unread..knowing you’ll never respond to them. He goes to his camera roll and clicks on his album named “my love ❤ ️” it’s photos, and videos of you together on dates, events, even your wedding, you looked so beautiful. The memories start coming back. They’ll never go away just like his love for you. You were his missing piece and now you’ll be missing forever. He can’t anymore but he’s doing this for you. He sets his phone down.. turns off the lamp going to bed. He looks up at the darkness before speaking.

“I should have hugged you tighter and longer the last time I saw you” he closes his eyes. Sleeping.

Author’s note: I cried writing this fun fact has to listen to my song on repeat and it was sad of course longest fic I wrote! Anyways hope you liked it?? I’m to in my angst mood rn sorry 😔 if it’s not you by pryvt was on repeat btw

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memoiremunson · 2 years

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Casual Dominance - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: various instances where your bf Eddie Munson demonstrates dominant behaviors in your relationship.

A/N: I wrote this pretty quickly as all these scenarios of Eddie being soft/dominant came to me all at once. I am such a sucker for casual dominance like this with Eddie in other fics and had to divulge and write some of my own. I must admit I did draw inspo from a writer on here who I can't remember (sorry!) where they wrote something about Eddie pulling the reader's skirt down. Ever since I read that, it has lived in my brain rent free and thus this was created. So, thank you to that writer whoever you are! Also, the format of this fic is a bit wonky but I hope you're still able to enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1,467

Warnings: smoking, creepy men, drinking, protective Eddie, kissing, defensive Eddie, drugs, fluff

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Eddie is definitely the type to display various ways of casual dominance. He would never be overbearing but I feel like he’d be very protective of you, wanting to ensure the absolute best for you. He had never loved someone so deeply as love in his own life was scarce. A true romantic at heart, Eddie would vow to protect those who he loves dearly, and my oh my if you were his significant other, you would be at the top of his list.

Sometimes when you’d come home drunk after seeing Corroded Coffin perform at The Hideout, he’d take off your makeup for you, knowing you’d regret it if you didn't because every single time your eyes burned as soon as you cracked them open in the morning. He’d lead your stumbling figure over to sit on the toilet before getting your makeup wipes that he had stashed away in his room.

“Sit, sweetheart.”

“Come on, Edsss,” you drawled out, “ ‘m tired,” punctuating your sentence with a huff and a slight pout to your drawn lips.

He chuckled as he ran his thumb softly over your extended bottom lip, he found you so endearing when you were like this.

“I know, honey, but we got to get your makeup off.” He spoke in a hushed voice despite the trailer being only the two of you as Wayne was working his shift at the plant.

You mumbled incoherently with a slight whine to your now higher-pitched voice.

Eddie had now kneeled to be eye level with you, one of his large jeweled hands expanding over your exposed knee. His warmth seeping into your already heated body.

His other hand worked to wipe at your darkened eyes gently. His face contorted in concentration as he worked. His dark eyebrows pulled in towards each other as his pink tongue made its way to the corner of his lip. The room suddenly grew quiet with only the hum of the overhead fan going and the soft breaths of yours and Eddie’s filled the air.

Finally finishing your eyes, Eddie made haste in wiping off the color on your stained lips. You hummed at this, knowing he’d be finished soon. As that peaceful look came across your face, he couldn't help but stare with pure love and adoration in his eyes. His large brown doe eyes sparkled under the rather dull bathroom light but all could see the adoration that pooled in his eyes.

He could no longer resist before pressing his lips to yours in a soft gentle kiss. You reciprocated it despite not being able to really feel it as the alcohol still coursed heavy through your veins.

“I love you so much, sweetheart, you know that?”

You now opened your eyes to see the face that you were always meant to love.

“Yes, Eds. I love you too.”

The two of you stared, taking the moment to truly let the words sink in. You interrupted the serene moment as the weight of your limbs came back from the floaty feeling Eddie’s love gave you just a moment before.

”Can I cuddle with my Eddie Teddy now?” You asked as your lips pouted again and your eyes turned to puppy ones.

Eddie’s laugh ricocheted off the plastic walls as your smile grew into a giggle.

“Of course, sweetheart, let’s go.”

Another instance would be when you’d be talking energetically about something and he would adjust your clothing or hair. Once you were talking enthusiastically about how great the new song was to the hellfire boys at a band session when the neckline of your shirt began to slip lower. Eddie was quick to spot the top of your bra and moved to smooth out your shirt.

He placed his large hand on your back and slightly tugged the shirt back into place. All the while, the boys made sure to keep direct eye contact with you as they respected Eddie way too much to be disrespecting him in front of him. His eyes met yours briefly as you continued to talk and he gave you an encouraging smile as you continued expressing your excited feelings.

Another time, you both were at a party playing a stupid drinking game that he can’t seem to ever remember where you were standing up and sitting down again. With your constant movement of going up and down, your skirt had begun to ride up. He noticed some of the guys taking quick glances at your receding skirt line and exposed thighs. Eddie would quickly shut down their wandering eyes by yelling a “Hey! Watch it, man,” putting on that intimidating, hard exterior that had been cultivated from years of being the town freak.

It worked every single time as the guys would quickly look away and not dare to spare another curious glance. His large hand would then gently tug down the material of your skirt, all while admiring your beautiful smile and knowing only he could get to see that much of your exposed skin. Thus, tying into my idea of Eddie being a “my girl can wear what she wants, I can fight” kind of guy.

Eddie would constantly carry your purse, backpack, shopping bags, anything. He’d refuse to let you carry things as he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible and enjoy whatever you were doing wholeheartedly. He would often look silly with your frilly, soft-toned purses against his hard, studded outfits of metal band t-shirts, signature leather jacket, battle vest, and ripped jeans. Yet, he never hesitated and always felt pride with you by his side.

One thing he’d always make sure to do was be the driver when you'd two hang out or go to school. He felt a sense of control when he was behind the wheel, knowing he’d be cautious in protecting his beautiful passenger princess.

When he’d catch you trying to smoke one of his cigarettes, he’d give you a stern warning that often led into a lecture on how he does not want a pretty thing like you to get addicted. When you’d ask him why he could do it but not you, he'd reply with a simple, “I’ve got a reputation to maintain, sweetheart.” The response always left you huffing and puffing while he gave you a signature Munson smirk and inhaled the delicious smoke.

He would also put you behind him if someone got in his face or a client would unexpectedly walk up to him. Sometimes when things got a little rowdy at The Hideout, he’d shield you away from the brashness of heightened testosterone and alcohol levels. Whether it’d be someone in the audience or a member from the other acts wanting to pick a fight, he’d slowly put his arm out and guide you behind his tall figure, puffing his chest out and making his stature stoic and hard. You couldn't complain though, as the view of his broad shoulders and stiff back had you swooning and wanting to run your hands over the expanse of his sexy back profile.

Or when you’d be out and about around town, enjoying yourselves and a client would interrupt the two of you. You knew he dealt and was fine with it but he did not want those two aspects of his life crossing. Thus, when a client who was seemingly desperate for goods came up to you and Eddie in the middle of a date, he’d immediately shield you from their sight. He’d tell them that now was not the time in that lower register of his that you’d never hear directed at you.

The client would try and argue with Eddie but he never backed down. Meanwhile, you’d just brush your thumb across his knuckles as he held your hand behind him, assuring him of your calming presence. Once the agitated client left, Eddie would relax his body and apologize softly. You’d always forgive him but the incident would still leave him upset for a while. That is until the next time he spoke to said client and it would be understood that that would never happen again.

Even when he was not around, he had told the boys to look out for you as the target on his back easily transferred to yours. The hellfire boys all agreed as you’d quickly become one of their own. So in the rare moments when he wasn’t with you and one of the boys was there when someone decided to shoot off a mean remark, they’d be ready to defend you.

So yeah, even though this isn’t an ask or really a fic, more like a really long blurb???, I definitely feel like Eddie would be casually dominant with you out of sheer love. Now, in the bedroom, this would transfer in mind-blowing ways that plenty of people here on this site have written about and you should go read!

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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bangchan boyfriend headcanons

genre: fluff

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none

requested?: yes

song rec: my universe - coldplay, bts

author's notes: in honour of chan day, here is some bangchan bf headcanons. i may or may not have cried whilst writing this. i just love him so much ;-; anyways, i really hope you enjoy this one! happy chan day <333

guys...

oh my gosh i can't breathe-

okay, okay

i don't think you understand how much this guy means to me. this guy. the most beautiful, gentle, gorgeous man in the whole world. this person who's very existence is why i am still here today. bangchan. bang christopher chan. chrissy boi

however has the privilege of dating this one should know that they are the luckiest person in the whole wide world

bangchan as a boyfriend? he puts his all into the relationship. being the leader of stray kids has taught him many things: patience, kindness, empathy, compromise, understanding. he is well equipped for any sort of human interaction, if we're being honest. he is also prone to be protective, taking a more caring role is natural for him. as a boyfriend, he will look out for you. make sure you stay out of harms way, protect you from the press, sasaengs, paparazzi, toxic fans, idols, anyone who hurts your feelings, your reputation, your image.

you are like the kids in the sense that you become chan's top priority.

speaking of the kids, you will have to get on well with them. the other members as so important to chan because they are essentially his family. so getting along with them is a must and non-negotiable, tbh

and they welcome you with open arms, anyway, seeing how happy you. make chan. you all end up being one big happy family, its lovely

but it's baffling, really. because at first, chan was a bit concerned that being in a relationship would be extremely difficult because of his tight schedule

and, much like i said with hongjoong, he's a quality time guy. he craves a one-on-one connection with someone, to really get to know them well and to understand their thoughts, feelings, and opinions. which is hard because he literally has no time at all. but somehow, magically, he manages. and much better than he thought he would

and it's because he absolutely thrives in a relationship. he finally has someone to commit to. something to look forward to. something that give shis life a new meaning. a brighter joy that he has never quite experienced before. sure, he's living his dream, but it's not easy. his life is hectic and tough and crazy and busy and lonely. and therefore he values, much more deeply than others, the feeling of companionship

to love and to be loved. that's what he desires the most. that's what he needs

because this man has so much love to give. he will hold you close to him and never ever let you go

cuddles are a necessity! he's very physically affectionate and essentially wants to be close to you in any way. he doesn't even care if he's the big spoon or little spoon. if he's. a big spoon, he feels like he is protecting you and it feels so good holding you close in his arms. but if he's the little spoon, he would feel so safe and loved and cherished as you hold him tight. he lives for any type of cuddles <3

overall, being in a relationship with chan would be extremely important for him for one key reason: you make him feel like he is at home. he finds himself being so comfortable around you; he is free to be himself, with no judgement. he feels safe with you. that's something he can never deny. you are his best friend, his family, his soulmate. a massive part of his life. he never underestimates how much you mean to him. and he never takes you for granted. not once.

dates with him would include:

studio dates - yes, i know, how predictable. the usual setting of every chan fic out there, i get it, i get it. but he loves it when you're at the studio with him. sometimes you guys work together, just quiet and enjoying each others comfortable company, ordering takeaway food at midnight, falling to sleep together in the early hours of the morning. or you guys just mess around and get like zero work done. either way, he loves it

binge-watching - he counts this as a date. he wants nothing more than after a long day working at the studio, coming home to you snuggling up in his arms in his bed while he puts on a movie or anime or tv show you guys have been watching. it's one of his favourite moments ever. it makes him feel so warm and happy

fireworks display - kinda cliché but also totally his vibe. i think he's watched so many anime with romance fireworks scenes that he's just like 'yep, we have to do this.' and it's breathtaking how perfect it all is. a beautiful moment shared with a beautiful man

i hope chan chooses happiness, above all else <3

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malereadermaniac · 3 months

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So clean you could eat off-a me ~ Kaito Momota x Male Reader

Your bf has just gotten out of the shower

Fluffy with a hint of spice!

Cw: food play and armpits

Lazy Sundays were the best

What made them especially good was the fact that not only was every one of your Sundays lazy, but you got to spend each one with your stupidly hot and cute boyfriend

Kaito and you had lived together for ages now, he improved your daily life by impossible amounts

The purple haired man made you exercise woth him, enticing you with the promise of letting you lay under him as he does his push ups

He's quite the cook too - nothing mega fancy, but he's encouraged you to eat healthier food, anythings better than instant noodles constantly

He also looks so sexy cooking for you, he's such a gentleman

Kaito might not seem like a gentleman but he really is one, always making sure you're comfortable and always thinking of you, always putting you before himself

But that didn't mean Kaito wasn't a total idiot, like a fucking goof

Not only was your attractive, lovable boyfriend a little dumb sometimes but he did stupid shit and said stupid shit in the funniest and best possible way

Taking us to the current situation you were in

The hiss of your shared shower could be heard in the background as you laid on your bed playing some random game on your switch

You had already showered, comfortably lying on your bed in some loose, warm clothes - the kind Kaito likes to see you in

You hear the shower stop and listen to the sound of your boyfriend hum some random song

A couple minuets later, your lanky yet muscular boyfriend walks out of the bathroom, steam escaping into your bedroom

He looks fucking Godly, his hair damp and dark, hanging down his forehead

A steaming white towel wrapped around his wide, somehow muscular waist

Yet no matter how thick the towel was, when it came to Kaito, a faint dick-print could always be seen

Kaito was cleanly shaved, his chest and abs, even his arms smoother than butter

The only visible hair on your boyfriend's body was his suggestive happy train - yes, the curtains match the drapes

But when Kaito puts his arms behind his head, he reveals his unshaved pits, a dark purple hue adorning his smooth hair

"Heh- like what you see, sweetcheeks?" Kaito flirts, a smug grin on his face

"Eh I guess so" you tease your hunk of a boyfriend

"Oi!" His face drops into exaggerated upset

You giggle atnyour boyfriends antics as he lays down next to you, his arms still behind his head

Showing off his gorgeous body, muscular yet lean - his shoulders broad and his pecs plushy

" 'm so clean you could eat off-a me!" He teases, clearly trying to get it on eith you in his creative and goofy ways

"Well I'm not going to do that." You firmly say, not even batting an eye to your boyfriend, still focused on your game

In reality, you'd jump on Kaito and eat a 3 course meal off of his body if you could

But you like to seize every possible opportunity of teasing of annoying your lovable boyfriend

"I'm just sayin' ya could!" Kaito continues, leaning his arm on your head, his hairy pit pushing against your face

You decide to indulge your boyfriend, only a little though

You turn off your switch and turn on your stomach to look at Kaito, your head resting on his muscular ribs, his armpit practically in your face

"Well, I'm not going to" you say with a cheeky smile, your hand gently moving to your boyfriend's abs and stroking up and down his torso

"FINE!" Kaito feigns offence, moving his arm down from behind his head

His very muscular arm wrapping around your neck, pushing your head ever so close to his hairy pits, your face plush against your boyfriend's built body

Your hand rests on Kaito's abs as you playfully fight against his grip on you

Kaito moves his hand down to your waist so you take your chance and roll over to sit on his lap

Kaito's eyes widen as he stays lying on your bed while your ass comes into contact with his covered cock

"Fuck baby you're too hot" he mumbles, one of his veiny hands on your fully clothed waist and the other on your ass

Your hands on his naked pecs hold you up, the smile on your face horny yet playful

And as Kaito tries to grind up into you, you hop off of your boyfriend and walk towards the door

"Ah- you're such a tease" Kaito says, a pout on his face as he sulks on the bed

Your chuckle can be heard fading away throughout the house

A little time passes, Kaito doesn't move from the bed, too lazy to change from the now wet towel into real clothes

You walk back into the room to your dumbass biyfriend still sulking on the bed with his arms crossed, unconsciously flexing his crazy muscular arms

His head perks up once he noticed you, and Kaito's face breaks out into a smile once he noticed the can of whipped cream in your hand

He knew immediately what it was for

"Let's test out that theory shall we - if you do say you're soooo clean~" you tease

Cut to now, your almost fully nude body on top of Kaito's, the wet towel still around his waist as you grind your underwear-covered ass against your boyfriend's now fully hard dick

You shake the can of whipped cream in a very sexual manner as Kaito smirks at your actions

You giggle as your boyfriend puts his arms behind his head, laying back and relaxing as he gives you as much surface area as possible to work with

Not even 5 seconds pass before you're squirting the sugary, white cream on your boyfriend

Making a trail up from Kaito's 6-pack, up his pecks, his bushy armpits and finally his collar bone

You toss the can behind you onto the floor and immediately go crazy on your boyfriend

You bend over, still dry humping Kaito's crotch, and start to lap at the cream on your boyfriend's abs

"Hah fuck...!" Kaito sighs in pleasure as you lick up his abs, your hand gently trailing up his waist while your tongue tickles his hard, muscular stomach

Kaito's whole body twitches when you reach his pecs, your mouth licking st your boyfriend's hard nipple while your hand works his other pec

"Jesus fuck (y/n) you're so hot" he groans, slightly grinding up into your covered ass

You giggle and blush at your biyfriends compliments, moving up to his mouth to steal a short yet passionate kiss before going back down to his chest

You follow the trail of sweet cream up Kaito's left pec to his armpit, lapping at the dollop of white cream, his clean, freshly washed pits actually tasting pleasant for once

You move over to Kaito's other, whipped-cream-free armpit but as you go to lick it a chuckle erupts from Kaito's throat

"Haha! That one has no cream on it, sweetheart. D'you just like my pits that much?" Kaito teases you, showing you a toothy grin

You sit up and look down at your muscular boyfriend

As you slowly grind down on his crotch, you moan softly and whine

"I can't help it, Kaitooo~ I just love you so much, you're soooo hot~" you whine, grinding down on your boyfriend's crotch, looking into his eyes with half-lidded ones

You'd never seen your boyfriend sport a blush so quickly

As Kaito tries to stutter out a witty reply, you bend back down to his clean pit, lapping at his dark purple hair, feeling the ridges of his muscles with your tongue

You finally make it to his collarbone, cleaning the now melted cream off of him with your tongue

Once your boyfriend was all clean, you marked his neck with hickeys, kissing his neck as if it were his lips

"Oi... c'mon give my mouth the same treatment" he mumbles through grunts of pleasure

So you find it within yourself to be charitable, taking pity on your horny boyfriend and crashing your lips against his

Kaito moves his veiny, rough hands from behind his head to your face and wait

He guides your hips against his dick as he gently kisses you, his warm tongue dancing with yours

You whimper into his mouth and Kaito devours your hmsexy sounds, rubbing his hand up and down your waist

In an attempt to say "good boy, you're so good to me"

Fuck he loved you so much

And you sure did love him too

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callsignspark · 10 months

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Mar[r]y Me | part two

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, extremely brief mentions of emotionally abusive ex-bf, eventual smut, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 3.4k

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note: happy Friday! part two is here! and we meet Bradley today! thank you for the love on part one, I hope you all have a great weekend <3 (side note: if anyone recognizes where I adapted the very last line from, we are now best friends)

part two - strawberry shortcake

“Can we eat now? I’m tired of waiting for the chicken man!”

“Hangman, he’s five minutes late, and if you keep whining like a baby, you will be the last in line for food.” Mary’s hand shoots across the island, slapping the blonde’s hand away from the food. “Don’t even fucking think about it! Go sit in the living room!”

“Ow! I liked you better when you were too shy to yell at us yet.” He sulks into the next room, holding his hand to his chest. Only his ego is bruised, but Mary can hear him looking for sympathy from his best friend, giggling when she hears Coyote’s less-than-loving response.

“What’re you laughing at?”

“Oh my god!” She whips around, hand flying to her chest in a futile attempt to slow her heart. “Bradley! I didn’t hear you come in!”

“Sorry, Miss Mary, didn’t mean to scare ya.” The smirk on his face contradicting his apology.

She narrows her eyes. “Oh, you find this funny, bird boy? Hey Hangman?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“You’re no longer at the back of the line for food! Rooster will be taking that spot from you.”

A celebratory shout comes from the living room while Bradley protests, “That’s not fair!”

“Guess you shouldn’t have laughed at me. Okay! Come get food while it’s still hot!” She’s almost bulldozed by the herd of hungry aviators storming their way into the kitchen. Bradley pulling her out of the way of Harvard and Fritz playfighting to be first in line.

“Careful, wouldn’t want you to catch an elbow with that cute lil nose of yours.” His thick arm wrapped around her waist, and the way he has to bend down to talk into her ear gets her heart pumping. She feels small next to him; she never feels small. Mary pats his arm in thanks before wiggling away to establish order of the buffet she laid out in the Fitches' kitchen, her face feeling as hot as the sausage she’d cooked up.

“Boys, stop fighting.” She thumps Fritz’s head as she passes, “Danielle and Reuben get food first; it’s their house.”

“Traditionally, the hosts go last!”

“It may be their house, but I cooked everything, so I’m the host, and I say the pregnant lady and her husband go first.” Danielle smacks Mary’s butt as she passes by to grab a plate. “This isn’t officially Reuben and Danielle’s anniversary, but it’s very close, so I’ve made a lot of their favorites tonight. All the food is labeled, but let me know if you have questions, and drinks are in the cooler in the yard, so help yourself before you sit down! Coyote?”

“We’re ignoring the slap?”

“Yes. It’s been over fifteen years, and nothing has stopped her yet; it’s just part of my life now.”

Danielle scoffs, “Oh, please. Like you don’t love it. I know for a fact that when you dated-”

“Okay! Hey! Have you guys ever heard the story of how Reuben and Danielle got together? It’s really embarrassing for Reuben.”

“No, but I would love to hear it!” Fanboy pipes up, just like she knew he would, getting Danielle off the topic of her former boyfriend, the one who had a thing for spanking.

“You haven’t even told Fanboy? Your WSO?” Danielle looks at her husband in faux shock. “Well, now Mary has to tell it!”

“Please do not tell this story.” Reuben groans from his seat, realizing his two favorite women aren't joking.

“Picture this. It's August 2007. The Phoenix spacecraft is on course for Mars, Ed Hardy is taking over men’s fashion, and it’s the first week of classes at SUNY Buffalo. I’m waiting outside of my 8AM chemistry lab with like twenty other students, all of whom are lax bros. This tall, lanky kid,” Mary jabs a thumb in the direction of Reuben, “-comes walking up, plants himself next to me on the bench outside the lab, and says, “Yo, I know the formula for table salt; what else could I possibly need to know?” and me, being the wonderful person I am, I took pity on him and made him my lab partner.”

“You just didn’t want to get partnered with those guys from the golf team.”

“I will not lie; that was a factor in my decision. Anyway, it turned out to be a huge mistake because he barnacled himself to me for the rest of the semester and apparently for the rest of my life.”

“I am a delight!”

“I dragged us through that class, kicking and screaming the entire way.” She explains how their duo became a trio after Reuben walked directly into Danielle. “She hit the sidewalk so hard, and Rico Sauvé over there froze, staring at her like an idiot while I helped her off the ground and apologized for him. I wish I could remember what I said… do you remember Danielle?”

“You said, and I’m quoting here, “I’m so sorry about him. I would make a joke about him being so tall that he doesn’t get enough oxygen, but the fact of the matter is that he’s just a fucking idiot.” And then she smacked him in the stomach to reboot him.”

The team erupts in laughter, Yale heckling him. “Bro! You knocked her over? That’s so bad; I can’t believe she went out with you!”

“Oh, I didn’t! Matchmaker Mariella convinced me to give him a shot after she and I became friends sophomore year. He was too scared to ask me out.” Danielle’s statement makes the laughter worse, tears gathering in Fanboy’s eyes.

“And it worked out, didn’t it?” Reuben leans over to kiss his wife. “We’ve been together for fifteen years, five moves, and two kids. Not too bad, huh, baby?”

“Oh god! Keep it in your pants; there are impressionable, young minds present!”

Danielle flips Hangman off, “Annie isn’t old enough to realize what’s going on!”

“Forget Annabeth! I was talking about Bob!”

That begins the biweekly argument of Phoenix defending her back-seater, which then spirals into whose dating life is the most pathetic. Omaha has won the past nine times for his horrible flirting techniques that have a 4% chance of working, according to Yale’s calculations. Mary always takes this as her cue to escape, knowing her romantic luck is the worst of them all, and she would win hands down. This time around, she collects the dinner dishes and sneaks through the back door, making a clean getaway until Bradley turns to whisper a joke in her ear and realizes she’s gone.

He scans the backyard, coming up empty until his eyes hit the kitchen window. For a minute he watches her doing dishes and bobbing her head to the radio perched on the windowsill in front of her, admiring how the pieces of hair that have escaped from her claw clip frame her face. The dark strands making the rosiness of her round cheeks stand out as she cleans up.

She’s so beautiful.

The same thought had passed through his mind eight months earlier when he first met the Fitch family’s best friend. It had been a regular night out at the Hard Deck. Everything was going as expected, except for Payback’s behavior. The normally calm and collected pilot bounced between groups, his neck on a constant swivel to the front door. After minimal prodding, he announced that his wife and his best friend from college were running late. Rooster was expecting another man similar to his teammate; a funny, chill guy, probably someone who had been on the swim team with Reuben.

He was thrown for a loop when Danielle stormed through the door, yelling about the babysitter being late and pulling a gorgeous brunette behind her.

Payback had tucked the mystery woman under his arm and introduced her to the group. “Everyone, this is my bestest friend, Mariella Vertucci. She is a brilliant mechanical engineer, an excellent cook, and an even better baker. Also, she’s single.”

“Oh my god, Reuben, stop it!” She had blushed and tried to duck away; her wide smile made Bradley’s heart flutter. He immediately wanted to talk to her, buy her a drink, play her favorite song on the piano, anything to get her to smile at him like that.

He had been disappointed when he learned she was only visiting for a few days. His disappointment had grown when Hangman and Coyote monopolized her time after finding out she had a knack for darts. The best part of his night was when she sat on the stool beside him for a breather. Bradley bought her a drink and made small talk; his brain unable to create meaningful conversation once he felt the soft material of her dress brush his calf. And then she was gone again, pulled back to the dartboard by Jake, who was happy to have someone to compete against. He had spent the rest of the night watching Jake joke with her. Mary’s laugh was the only thing in Bradley’s head when he went to bed that night.

He looks over at Jake now, where - for his own entertainment - the blonde man is turning the dating life comparisons into a game of cornhole. Content to stand on the sidelines with Annabeth snuggled on his chest and watch what is sure to turn into a disastrously overly competitive tournament.

When Bradley realizes no one is paying attention to him, he gathers the rest of the dirty dishes and heads inside. “I saw you sneak away; you missed my joke about Hangman getting stood up twice in the same week.”

“I try not to give Dani a chance to bring up my past mistakes; it works out better for everyone considering how often she’s set me up on a failed blind date.” She makes a face over her shoulder, making both of them laugh.

“Dinner was great, by the way. I haven’t had a homecooked meal like that in years.”

Mary feels her cheeks get darker at the compliment. Damn him for being handsome and sweet.

“I’m glad you liked it. I always- oh! I love this song; can you turn it up? My hands are all soapy.”

“Big Steve Miller Band fan, huh?” Bradley laughs and twists the knob. “What are we listening to?”

“The oldies station - 105.6 - they play everything from before 1990! I love them; it’s just like when I used to spend the day with my grandparents. They have a Big Band Music Monday, and if I close my eyes when Glen Miller is playing, I swear I can smell my Nona's perfume.” His smile matches hers, the joy of childhood memories splayed across her face as she rinses plates.

“Which towel should I use to dry?”

“You don’t have to-” Her voice gets louder as she talks over him, sensing the protest that’s coming. “But! If you’re going to insist, grab a fresh one from that drawer right there. And don’t worry about the pots and pans; Reuben likes to let those air-dry overnight. I just want to make sure everything else is as done as possible before I bring dessert out; those dishes can run in the dishwasher tonight.”

Bradley pauses where he’s putting silverware away, watching Mary sway to the music. “You made dessert too?”

“Yeah, we’re having my version of strawberry shortcake. It’s a twist on their wedding cake which was vanilla cake with strawberry filling.” She answers distractedly, closely examining a roasting dish that won’t come clean.

“You made their wedding cake too?”

She giggles at his shocked tone. “No, I had just moved to Missouri when they got engaged, so most of my maid of honor duties were performed virtually. But I did help pick the cake flavors out when I was up for the shower.”

“Lots of yelling at vendors on the phone?”

“Occasionally, when it was needed. I’m not a fan of yelling at people if it’s not necessary.”

“You yell at work all the time.”

“That’s because you idiots don’t listen to me! My entire career has been learning the best ways to fix those expensive ass planes you fly in every single day, yet you don’t listen when I-” She cuts herself off and flicks water at him when she realizes he’s teasing her. “You’re not funny, mister.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, it’s just too easy sometimes.” He knows he’s not really in trouble when she can’t hold her grin back.

“Just keep drying so we can have dessert.”

The two work quietly together, cleaning and packing up leftovers, seventies hits floating through the kitchen. As Mary cleans the sink, she looks at Bradley, who is trying to figure out which cabinet the serving platters go in. “When you get those put away, could you grab the strawberries from the garage fridge?”

Bradley hums his agreement, grinning at her when she points to the correct cupboard before heading out to the garage.

“As you requested.” He laughs at the grabby hands she makes towards the green container in his arms as he reenters the kitchen, eyes going wide when she removes the lid. “Shit, those look awesome.”

Mary’s nose scrunches at the compliment. “It’s because they’re super fresh. I picked them up from my favorite farm stand on the way home. And I used the sugar-to-berry ratio my Aunt Denna perfected years ago.”

Bradley watches in awe as she moves around the kitchen with an ease he’s never seen before; it’s like watching a one-person waltz. Her hands carefully fold the strawberries together, gently stirring them so they don’t break. Once combined to her standards, she plucks a sharp knife from out of nowhere and begins cutting the cake into even slices without any measuring. Mary does this while instructing him to get dessert plates out; her hips never stop moving to the music.

She stacks everything onto a serving tray that was hiding next to the fridge. It looks precariously balanced, and Bradley is about to offer his assistance when she swings the tray onto her shoulder and makes her way through the sliding door with no problems. He stands there for a second, stupidly staring after her like a lump on a log when he realizes she forgot the serving spoon.

He grabs the utensil and follows her path to the deck, a cheesy grin spreading across his face as he watches her realize she forgot something. She turns as Bradley brandishes the spoon in front of him like a sword and bows. “For you, m’lady.”

The peanut gallery pipes up. “Oh my god, Bradshaw. That was painful to watch.”

“No dessert for you, Jake.”

“Oh, come on!” Jake holds Annabeth up from his chest. “I was gonna share with little Annie Oakley here! You can’t take dessert away from me! You’re depriving her!”

“Dude, you have got to stop using my kid as a bargaining chip every time you make M&M mad.” The defeat in Danielle’s voice sends laughter through the group.

“For dessert, we’ve got strawberry shortcake with a Vertucci family twist. And a limited amount of whipped cream to go around, so please don’t go crazy until everyone has some, okay?”

A chorus of “Yes, ma’am” comes back at her as she hands the first plate to Dani, who had elbowed her way to the front of the line, using her pregnant belly to her advantage.

Mary is fulfilling Harvard’s request for extra syrup on his cake when Callie’s voice raises the question on several aviator’s minds. “Hey Mary, why is your callsign M&M?”

“Oh… uh….” She hesitates for a second before remembering she can trust these people. “Growing up in a bakery, I’ve always been the designated person to bring treats. Even in college, I was that person. After people found out I was the one who made the food, I would always jokingly get proposed to, and people started the “Marry Me” nickname. Which is such a brilliant play on my name.”

“Which was funny for a while, until a guy she used to date and his group of assholes caught wind of it and turned it into something decidedly not funny.” The anger in Reuben’s voice stops any potential questions.

“Yes, and then my knight in shining swim trunks over there almost got kicked off the team for fighting, and my ex got a knee to the family jewels courteous of the knight’s red-haired partner.” She rolls her eyes at the memory of how proud her two friends were to be in trouble for defending her honor. “Anyway, that pretty much killed the nickname, but M&M took its place.”

The yard is quiet, no one entirely sure what to say.

“I still can’t stand Austin.”

“I’m pretty sure he can’t stand you either after you sent one of his balls back into his body.” Mary snorts, feeling uncomfortable that the conversation about her emotionally abusive ex is still going. “It’s okay, everyone. That was a long time ago, and I brought M&M with me as my unofficial call sign when I started working with the Navy.”

It’s awkward for another minute until Hangman gets cornhole going again, handing Annabeth off to join the women at the picnic table. The game quickly gets competitive between the guys, and the evening returns to normal. As the attention moves away from her, Mary curls in on herself, feeling vulnerable about the information she had shared. The other women notice and make eye contact, a silent conversation passing between them.

“What a dingus. If I was your ex, I would have proposed to you for real after trying your mac and cheese.”

“Callie, I called dibs after she made those cupcakes at Easter.” Natasha protests.

“Absolutely not! Of anyone, I get the first crack at her; I’ve known her the longest.”

“Danielle, I know you’re pregnant, but I will literally fight you.”

It’s enough to break the tension and make Mary laugh. “Ladies, ladies, please, no fighting. There’s enough of my food to go around.”

“And what about you? There’s only enough of you for one of us.” Nat throws an arm around Callie’s shoulders, winking at her fellow aviator, silly smiles spreading across their faces.

“I think if we really tried, there would be plenty of me for both of you.” She winks back before taking a stack of empty plates inside.

The table settles into a stunned silence, Danielle’s laugh interrupting after a few seconds. “I forgot you guys haven’t seen Mary flirt before!”

Bradley’s heart stops from where he’s eavesdropping in a lawn chair. Is that why she never responds to my flirting? He feels like an ass, trying to catch the attention of a woman who potentially doesn’t even like men.

“She flirts with Jake all the time!”

Bradley chugs the rest of his beer.

“No, that’s not flirting. They’re just bantering each other. Besides, Jake is a good-looking guy, but he’s not really what she looks for in a man.”

“Oh! Forget Jake! She is single, right? Because I have a friend who would be perfect for her, she’s a middle school math teacher, and she has the same sense of humor as Mary!”

Danielle lowers her voice, “She is single, and she’s said now that she’s more settled out here, she wants to try dating again. But if everything goes the way I think it will, there will be no need for us to set her up.”

“What do you-” Natasha gets cut off by Danielle pointing at something off the deck.

The three women turn their attention to the backyard. At some point during their conversation, Mary had slipped past them and settled next to Bradley on the two-seater Adirondack chair. They subtlety observe as Mary leans into his side, giggling and whispering in his ear about something as she gestures towards the game. Bradley throws his head back as he laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and dipping his head down to respond. They watch as Mary buries her head in his shoulder to muffle her laughter, and three sets of eyebrows raise in unison as the back of Bradley’s neck turns redder than the strawberries they’d just eaten.

“Wow. I vote that we only intervene if those two take longer than three months to get their shit together.” Callie looks around the table for concurrence.

Natasha grimaces. “Usually, I’d agree, but they’ll probably end up needing a nudge. Rooster moves slower than molasses in January when he’s interested in a woman for something more than a night.”

“They’ll definitely need a nudge, and I’m already working on it because, lemme tell you…” Danielle pauses, her heart warming at the shy smile on her best friend’s face as Bradley pulls her further into his body. “He’s in there with the champ.”

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infictionalwonderland · 2 years

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hello can you make headcanons of klaus mikaelson being a simp for you

— klaus mikaelson being a simp for you:

HES FUCKIN STARSTRUCK.

he was enchanted to meet you..

swiftes rise 🙏🙏🙏

ANYFUCKINWHORE

the first time he saw you he literally paused whatever he was doing, just staring at you in complete fckn awe

he had never seen a person so pretty, so perfect in his entire life

he had to take time to admire everything about you, perfection was rare and he wouldn’t kiss the opportunity to observe it up close

he wanted to speak to you but was too cowardly so he just scampered away with rosy cheeks and thoughts of you <3

when he does finally get the courage to speak to you-

it’s all stutters and blushing and dreamily gazing at you.

LMAOAOAOA everyone is so bloody confused as to why THE original hybrid is acting like this

you’ve reduced the man to mush

usually he’s a very relaxed person, knowing he’s practically the most powerful being in the universe etc etc

BUTBUTUBUT you manage to make him so nervous omd

eye contact with you = butterflies and pink hue to his cheeks

you smiling at him = BUTTERFLIES.

laughing at something he says = BUTTERFLIES.

when you hug him, your arms around his neck and your body pressed against his, he swears he’s about to faint and go to heaven

he doubts little movements as well when you’re around, just wanting to impress you

but when he gets comfortable w you

MY HEART

let’s say youse are dating now ( congrats ;) he will treat you like a fickin queen, a goddess

you want something? yes ma’am, right away ma’am

his heart literally melts with every single smile you send his direction

the idea of spending eternity with you makes him feel all giddy inside

HES NEVER LOVED SOMEONE MORE 🫶

honestly will do anything you ask.

omg baby he has so many paintings/drawings of you

SO SO SO MANY ‼️‼️

and you have an album in yur phone dedicated to pictures of him <333

ALL his phone backgrounds are pictures of him & you or just you looking as perfect as always

he’s surprisingly very vocal with his affection towards you

never fails to let you know how much he loves you and will never stop loving you 🫣

‘love, i would love to be forever yours, if you’ll have me?’

‘you’re so ethereal, my love. i am certainly the luckiest person in the world’

‘with every glance at you, pretty love, i swear your perfection only grows’

BEST BF HANDS DOWN.

you’re on ur period? do you any more pads/tampons, love? here’s a hot water bottle, and what snacks do you want?

someone was nasty to you? .. news report: ____ has been found dead, another reported animal attack

he loves everything about you and is extremely vocal in that!!!

genuinely doenst have a favourite part of you cuz just you are his favourite

your compliments make his head fuzzy 😵‍💫

will blush profusely at any praise he receives

hugging him >>>>>

he rarely hugs anyone but your hugs mean absolutely everything to him.

sososososo many hugs every day

if he could he would live in ur embrace

is unashamedly obsessed w you

practically worships the ground you walk on

rebekah has already planned your future wedding.. and klaus totally didn’t pitch ideas in

;))

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fillsta · 2 years

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How to explain Les Mis characters to your friends

Enjolras 'Enjy dearest', 'Enj':

Angry blond boy. "Eat the rich". Either gay or aroace. His celebrity crush is Robespierre. He may or may not have a crush on a specific wine lover. Also Aaron Tveit. That's it

Combeferre 'Ferre':

The 'hot' scholar. Rly likes moths I guess. Wears glasses bc he's smart and smart ppl wear glasses. Has done nothing wrong, ever. We love him .

Courfeyrac 'Courf':

Everybody's friend. Flirty, fruity bitch. Round and lovable. Possibly in a relationship with either Combeferre or Jehan. Marius' own personal extrovert. Keeps the group together. Portrayed by the Mighty, the Fruity Fra Fee.

Grantaire 'R':

Likes to drink. A lot. Bi bitch, hopelessly in love with a certain blondie. Hold-hands-before-getting-shot-to-death kind of crush. Rly good at history and philosophy. Cynic. Also, fandom decided that he draws<3. Big hobo energy. Ask the fandom about the actor in the 2012 musical and they'll shed tears

Jean Prouvaire 'Jehan':

Ah yes, the softie. Love poetry and playing the flute. Most likely smoke weed. Plant parent. Gender unknown. We love their hippie bullshit. I don't remember the actor's name but he was kinda cute

Bahorel 'Baho':

The fruity gym bro. Enjoys fistfighting. Possibly Feuilly's bf. Man bun and beard. Studies law but doesn't want to be a lawyer. Doodles instead. Gavroche's idol. His celebrity crush is probably Dwayne Johnson or sth.

Feuilly:

IwbavajsbJzkabzjsvs. We love him. He's pure and innocent. Orphan. Makes fans for a living. Really loves the countries of the world. Headcannoned as Polish. Enjolras' fav ho. Wears flannels. I'll stop here because oh boi I can go on for ages

Bossuet/Lesgles:

Bald guy. Wholesome. He's also extremely unlucky and Victor made sure that's his only personality trait. Polyamoryyyy. His bf is Joly, his gf is Musichetta. It's just... Bossuet, you know?

Joly:

Doctor? Yeah, did I mention he's a germaphobe? Poor guy. Eccentric asf. Carries a cane everywhere. Will wake up in the middle of the night to align his bed according to the earth's poles and shit. Yes, he has a bf and gf, as previously mentioned.

Gavroche 'Gav':

Best boiiii. Smol, like, 10-12 yrs old. Savage. Absolutely destroyed Enjolras when in an argument. Also managed to trick a skilled criminal once. Rip, he would have loved Minecraft. Eponine and Azelma's brother. Courfeyrac's instant son. Looks up to Bahorel.

Marius Pontmercy:

The Most Awkward Human Being. Like, fr. Courfeyrac's emotional support introvert. Possibly the only straight here but who knows??? Idk he's kinda close with Courf. Anyway Enj amd Ferre scare him. Especially Ferre. He somehow gets a gf??? Survived

Eponine 'Ponine' Thenardieur

Marius' side ho. Has a crush on him. Bit I think she's gayyyy. Or bi. There's no way she's interested in men only. Anyway, poor. Terrible household situation :(. Feminist. I hope she gets a gf in her second life. R had a smol crush on her but that was just a phase. She deserved better, like everyone.

Cosette Fauchelevent/Valjean:

Marius' main ho (how this guy manages to get bitches is beyond me). Cottagecore goth (is that a thing?). Adopted. Such a sweet gal. Eponine could also be her gf <3.

Montparnasse 'Parnasse':

Ah him. Okay this guy. He is s narcissistic but a good one. One day he looked in the mirror and said 'Wow im hot lets murder people' and so he did exactly that. Said criminal tricked by Gavroche. 'Dandy'. He's so cool I love him sm.

Azelma Thenardieur:

Poor girl doesn't get any development. She's just there. Survived. Is rly cool tho, trust me.

Jean Valjean:

Stole bread and went to jail for 19 years. Villain origin story. Then he stole from a child (which may or may not have been Feuilly but that's another story for another post) and he instantly went good. Became mayor and businessman. One of his employees died so he found her daughter and raised her. Survived for a while. Is supposed to be the protagonist lol. Wholesome grandpa

Inspector Javert 'Jav jav man':

Is his life's goal to arrest Valjean. I say enemies to lovers trope. Starts off as a bitch, tbh.

Fantine:

My poor girl deserved the world. Her bf got her pregnant and fled :(. She gave Cosette over to some strangers to raise her while she worked in a nearby town, sending them money for Cosette's expenses. That's a no no there but ok. Gets fired, becomes a prostitute, dies. So of any of you out there shame sex workers I'll choke u while u sleep.

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httpiastri · 24 days

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SOO I HAVE AN IDEA….because….well..all i think about is pepe sooooo yes…..😔😔😔

based on the moment i knew by taylor swift(i love her if you couldn’t tell)

sooo its readers birthday and she is alonsos daughter( because i saw that he and pepe are really close🤞🏻🤞🏻) and ofc her and pepe are really good friends if not best friends.

and because she is fernandos daughter she is basically friends with a lot of the formula 2 and formula 3 drivers and they are at her party and its gonna be wild😼😼😼😼😼

anyway so reader has a bf and ofc he didn’t show up.(he could be any boy or a f2/f3 driver🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️)

reader doesn’t really care at the beginning that her bf didn’t showed up because she knows he is busy or something like that. so she dances with the girlies and the drivers(mostly pepe🥰🥰), just being happy that everyone is there with her.

but it was the moment when she needs to blow the candles, everyone is singing happy birthday and things that are happening at a birthday party:)))

and it hits her that her boyfriend, the person that means the most to her isn’t there so she runs to the bathroom in the middle of the singing. so ofc pepe runs after her.

standing outside of the bathroom door he asks her whats wrong even if he knows because hes IN LOVE WITH HER SINCE THEY MEET??!!?!!!!!??🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻🫰🏻

and suddenly she opens the door and hugs him🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹(SOO CUTE IM CRYING) and she says to him that her bf didn’t showed up and she couldn’t do that anymore because it hurts her and blablablaaaa….so pepe comforts her by running his finger through her hair(JAHAHAABAJAJAJAHAHAHJAJAB)and other cute thingssssss

and they go on the balcony and talk about their friendship and life(like a deep talk) not caring about the people inside(but like everyone is watching them??!!!!??🥹🥹🥹)

and when they go inside pepe stays with her for the rest of the night making her laugh and she forgets about her shitty bf🥰🥰🥰🥰

later, when the party is over pepe helps her to clean up her apartment but?????HER PHONE STARTS RINGING…her bf(ex bf🤫🤫🤫🤫)

calls her and she answers.the bf says that he’s sorry he couldn’t make it and reader says that she is sorry too:))))and tells him that it’s over between them….and after they cleaned up everything they are getting ready for bed…and pepe is going in the living room to sleep on the couch but reader comes in the middle of the night and confess her feelings for him and they kiss🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

also im sorry if there are mistakes but english is not my first language soo yes😭

i hope im not annoying you with all my yapping!!!!!😔😔🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

i love you and take care of yourself💜

okay sweetheart, 1. you could never annoy me with any yapping, espECIALLY if it's about pepe. i dare you to try to get me annoyed, you won't succeed.

and 2. you're a geNIUS !!! i love this idea SO much. alonso!reader x pepe growing up together, subconsciously both always kinda crushing each other. and things have been heading kinda south with yns boyfriend for a while, which pepe also knows (because ofc she's complaining to him about her boyfriend, always going off about everything he does wrong, but pepe can't really say anything about how you should leave the bf because he doesn't wanna seem like he's affecting ur relationship)(even tho he rlly wants to)... and him not showing up to yns bday is just kinda the last straw :( and of course pepe is so good to her and does his best to help her not think about it, but when yn runs away he gets heartbroken too 💔 but he's so supportive in whatever she chooses and whatever she does 🥺 and he like doesn't really expect her to actually want him back and especially not that soon ?? but like they both realize that they're meant for each other so why hold back 🤭

i love u too darling!! thank you so much for this!! pls take care, have a lovely weekend <3<3

#i rlly rlly wanna write this 🥺🤭 such a great idea #i love u #this was so on point with the song also omg #also no no dont apologize for your english !! i understood it all no problem <3 im not perfect either #english is hard tbh #so dont worry loveeee 🫶🫶#asks!#alexandra <3 #pepe thoughts

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stormblessed95 · 2 years

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You married Jikookers, whenever point out some jkk moments as wierd, always say this happens in your married life, you and your partner have moments like that and explain it away. So lemme give some examples and say how you will feel if that happen in your life. Just very few examples. Let's see how logical it's to think Jkk is a irl couple .

Please don't give me some old links of yours as I've read all of that. I want how YOU, as a wife will feel about these when it happen in your life

1. You saying your husband always comes to your room to hang out and your husband immediately explains its because your room is close to him. How you feel ? The same thing Jimin must've felt.

2. Your guys friend saying he's gonna kiss you because of the way you look at him as a joke infront of your husband. How will that feel ? It's same for JK.

3. Your husband calling your common friend as the most good looking person he have ever seen. How it will feel ?

4. Your husband flirting openly in his sm, calling his followers pet names, replying as their bf/husband, fueling Y/N agenda and you are expected to accept is because it's part of his 'Job' when none of his colleagues do the same.

How does it feels when you put yourself in JK's or JM's shoes and if a moment like that happen in real life ?

I debated on answering this or just blocking you for being rude. But idk how many times I have to say every couple is going to have different relationship boundaries. Every single one. Just because you or I wouldn't be okay with something, doesn't make it wrong in another relationship if they are okay with it.

But sure. I'll answer this with more personal tidbits. Just for me to get to block someone else later today yelling at me for relating everything back to my personal life 😂 or maybe even you when you come back pissy about my answers because they weren't what you wanted.

1. THEY ARE TEASING EACH OTHER. When they say or do things like this. They are TEASING EACH OTHER. Teasing each other is lowkey a love language and sooooo many couples (at least the fun ones) do this. And yes, I tease my partner and he teases me back all the time. Including downplaying and joking around about the things we do. Such as this morning: "Omg Storm, personal space is a thing, jeez" he says and I snuggle up in our bed before waking up this morning. "Don't flatter yourself" I reply " its cold and I'm only using you for your body heat." And we both laugh and then kiss before getting up to take care of our kids and getting ready for the day. Among other examples of jokingly giving excuses and/or calling each other annoying/names as we do cute coupley shit or talk about it with our friends/each other. Also Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds? The way they tease and talk about each other so much and go out of their way to make jokes about each other but also are so clearly in love? What about them anon?

2) some of my husband's good friends he met through a work friend are polyam. And VERY openly flirty with everyone. The VERY first time I met them, one cracked a joke about getting my husband naked. Took me off guard at first. Eventually I educated myself a bit more about the difference between polyam and open relationship, realized this is just how they all are with each other and the people they are close to. It wasn't that she wanted my husband, not even close. She wasn't flirting with my husband for real. She would have also very willingly and since had in the future made similar jokes to/about me. She wasn't interested in either of us more than plantonically. Neither was her husband or either of their other partners. And so therefore, I realized that the jokes are just jokes and it's not something that should bother me and it wasn't meant as anything disrespectful. Therefore, i can now participate in and enjoy the jokes as well. My husband and I have a group chat with one other person, my best friend, who is also the mom of my kids best friend. My husband has that group chat titled in his phone as "my wives." Neither of us are actually interested in marrying or even slightly romantically/sexually attracted to my friend. It's platonic and yet, the She is our wife joke gets made CONSTANTLY. Related but also not, in Grey's anatomy remember when Callie moved in breifly with Derek and Meredith. And Meredith accidentally kissed Callie goodbye right after kissing her husband goodbye on like auto pilot? Lol

3. Idk what kind of relationships you are in, but alot of them, alot, are couples who enjoy looking and appreciating beautiful people together. And my husband literally said to me the other day "man, Jimin is like the most attractive person in the world. How do you feel knowing you settled?" Lol just for me to reply in kind about how it's a good thing I'm so attracted to him then, in detail, which yall don't need the rest of that story about where that went afterwards. Not to mention that appreciating people's beauty objectively together, as a couple, it's even more common in queer relationships than between two cishets together as well too. Just saying.

4. "None of his colleagues" wow I can't believe you forgot all of Yoongis flirting with ARMY. Man has proposed to us multiple times and accepted multiple proposals too. Literally signed an ARMYs marriage documents they brought at a fansign. Calling armys his girlfriends and giving pet names etc. I'm actually offended at the Yoongi slander here anon! My man is a flirt!! Don't forget it!

As for personal tidbits, I can't address this. Neither my husband nor I are famous or interact with a fanbase. @chikooritajjk flirts with me in my comment section at times though, as have a few other people, both of us very committed to our partners. I have a friend who jokes about if my husband is finally going to sign up to be poly and let her be my girlfriend. I'll redirect to point number 2 again about my husband's flirty friends. And end this with a question about if you question actors relationships and require the same validation of their relationship after they are in movies where they are making out with their costars but going home to their spouse? Because same thing really? But on an even lesser scale because these are faceless people online and not someone whose tongue you are sucking on. I mean, just saying.

Married with his wife:

Acting as Jim and Pam (with not his wife):

Probably not the answers you are hoping for anon. Sorry, but that's them. It's okay, you or anyone else are Free to now come ranting into my inbox about it. I'll be looking forward to it! Ultimately it again, comes down to how my boundaries, your boundaries, Jungkooks boundaries, Jins boundaries, my neighbors boundaries and your moms boundaries in relationships (all relationships. Platonic and romantic etc) will all be different. And that's okay. It's okay to have a line in the sand that you aren't okay with and it's okay for people in relationships that have nothing to do with you to not have that same line.

EDITING BECAUSE I HAVE TO ADD LMFAO I brought up Blake and Ryan in point 1, but an additional point including them....

Remember how Ryan Reynolds kissed Andrew Garfield just for giggles at the Golden Globes? And Blake laughed her ass off over it? Yeah, are we going to say they aren't a couple or married now too? 🤣🤣

Everyone's boundaries are different friends.

#jikook #kookmin #jikook boundaries #oversharing personal info again but this time by request #lmfao even if it was an angry ranty request

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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Camilo x Reader headcanons? pretty pls? I love your Carlos one and I thought why not for Camilo?

(Only if you want to though, not here for force)

Camilo Madrigal x Reader Headcanons

summary:

— A bunch of my headcanons of what I think it would feel like to be in a relationship with Camilo Madrigal.

genre:

— headcanons

notes:

— gender-neutral reader

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— finally, my first initial headcanons for Camilo as your bf, enjoy!

Camilo had several crushes in his entire life so he knows what it's like to be attracted to people, but genuinely falling for you? Woaaah, that's a different territory.

The first time he laid his eyes on you I wanna know what love is by foreigner begins playing in the background lmfao

I also think he doesn't have a specific type, he just wants someone who can put up with his shit and vibe with his energy

Mans literally googling shit at 3 am flirting tips, the best places for dates, etc. He puts his effort into impressing you.

Camilo is an absolute flirt, he's got that natural charm. He would say anything from cheesy pick-up lines to compliments that make your heart swoon bruh he's so suave fr ugh

As for courting you, he would try anything to get your eyes to land on him only. He'll sing, do a fucking breakdance, act, something that would have you sighing with hearts in your eyes.

Despite his overflowing confidence, I feel like Camilo won't be the one to confess first lmao. Like, he'll back out in the minute, afraid that you won't feel the same. But when the moment is right, as a random opportunity, he'll blurt out something like "I like you so much" and then says it's an accident before actually confessing.

His shapeshifting goes out of control when he finds out you like him back. He'll be incredibly overjoyed, picking you up and spinning you around.

Camilo "Oh, everywhere I go I keep a picture of you in my wallet just so you know" Madrigal

As for his ideal date, I think he'll be the type to take you to lively and fun places like theme parks, arcade dates, and probably concerts. But if you're not into that he'll just go over to your house and hang out, watch a movie or two. He's not picky and will be satisfied if it's just you and him.

He's not overly into PDA, he does it sometimes to brag to people. He shows affection in many ways, especially in actions. A kiss on the cheek or forehead, a good morning/night text, will ask if you have eaten yet, and just generally looking out for you. He loves to hold your hands and is not afraid to show the world how much he loves you, and he's full of lovely endearments.

Camilo would probably love to call you with a unique nickname (i.e if your name is like Juliana, he'll call you something like Juli, Ana, Iana, Julia, etc.). Let's not forget the common endearments like Mi vida, amor, querida/querido, and more.

He will dramatically collapse to the ground if you call him with a nickname or endearment lmao

Definetly feeds off of your attention, like come on. He loves to distract you and do stupid shit if it means you'll give him your attention.

Camilo is most likely a gift-giver, he likes to give you a lot of things with his own twist. Like he'll buy you your favorite flowers with a hand-written letter attached to them. He's probably the type to know what you really like (i.e clothes, gadgets, items, jewelry, e.tc) and put his effort into saving money and buying it for you as a surprise. He'll take random job offers for money to buy that one thing you love the most.

He would very much insist on buying matching stuff with you. He'll ironically buy those "He/She's mine" t-shirts with arrows lmao. But he'll be more into matching clothing so that you'll wear his, like matching hoodies with the same design but different colors. I feel like he'll like matching rings too hehe.

Okay, I am about to lose it, but I think Camilo would save a recording of you talking or singing and use it as his ringtone like wsdtgvbjmkll, YES.

He's both a listener/talker. He'll listen to you talking for hours and he'll blabber about everything just to make you feel better n' stuff.

"Let's laugh until we cry. We can go anywhere, or go to bed. I would accompany you everywhere, even to Hell" - Camilo Madrigal

Not every relationship would be perfect so you two would argue sometimes. Like he won't sense you're not in the mood for his jokes, you tell him to shut up, he'll roll his eyes and make fun of you for being so grumpy, and then shit just goes downhill

[Angsty] Camilo can be violent if he can't control it, he's not very harsh with words but he can make the tables turn easily (Taylor Swift style lmao). He's not the "silent rage" but "loud fury", he'll really express his distress when in a fight with you. I feel like he would accidentally hurt you, but not dramatically like a slap, he'll just shove you or firmly grab you by the arm.

He'll be the first to leave after a fight and the first to apologize, after some time alone of course. He'll seek you, it doesn't matter where you are, to say sorry with a gift or a simple kiss and hug. If you're still mad, he'll understand and give you some space but will occasionally check on you from time to time.

When things are on good terms, he'll be all happy and giddy again, he'll maybe take you out on a date or have a special moment alone together to make it up to you.

Camilo loves to pull tiny pranks on you and film it so he'll have something to make fun of you later. He'll definetly do those TikTok pranks but will stop if things get too annoying or too much for you.

Camilo is thoughtful, sentimental, and a bit of a jealous type. If he sees you talking to someone else, he'll secretly glare at them and flip them off behind your back but when you would turn to look at him he'll be smiling like an innocent angel lmao.

He's also sweet, understanding, and responsible. Surely, he can act immature and be a joker in many instances but he's a very smart guy, it'll be hard for someone to trick him. If there's a problem you're going through he's great at giving you advice. He's good at switching roles like bro he can be a fucking malewife or a mafia boss (???) at the same time lmao, mans is very versatile.

Camilo is an absolute daytime/dawn type of person. He likes to sunbathe sometimes and would take you to picnics and watch the clouds in the sky. He'll maybe ask you out on a hike or camping trip together. He'll love the idea of road trips or anything adventurous.

He likes getting to know your business, he's nosy lmao. He'll come to you for drama like "I heard you had beef with [Friend's Name], is it true?" and if you lay the details on him he'll take your secrets to the grave. He loves to gossip with you.

HE LOVES SLOW DANCING TO OLDIES THAT HIS PARENTS WOULD PLAY!!11!! Please I am so weak for that idea that he'll randomly pull you into a slow dance, hand to hand, cheek to cheek with the 80s or 90s kind of music playing in the background as if it's the end of the world. He's a great dancer too huhuhuhu

I feel like he has a secret talent for playing the drums, you'll catch him sometimes practicing in his drum set and he'll teach you sometimes (i.e he'll give you the drumsticks and sit behind you while he guides you how to hit the drums). He's intense and hot while playing the drums bro I'm about to faaaaaaint.

Absolutely and definetly a dramatic person, both ironically or not. He just has the most telenovela type of reactions to everything. If you say something like "I don't like you anymore" (jokingly) he'll drop to his knees and start speaking in Spanish, begging you to not leave him lmao.

He would love to grow his hair out and let you style it. He'll let you groom, braid, brush, and just style his hair. He likes going on spas with you and getting some of those relaxing facials and foot spas, manicures, and shit. He loves being fresh asf.

He'll send you random shit from the internet, funny videos, memes, and interesting stuff. He loves to send you selfies of his amazing outfits every day and ask stupid shit like "do these pants make my ass look fat?" lmfao. generally, he'll send you a pic of anything he's doing atm, he's shameless in sending intentionally ugly selfies and videos of him strutting in his best clothes bc he's a fashion star.

He's obsessed with sending you food that he personally made with the help of his tía Julieta

I feel like he loves to show off by getting into your hobbies, he also likes to be involved with your interests. If you're a performer, he'll go to every show/contest/event. He's a 100% supporter you can't change my mind.

As soon as you and he became official, the first person he ever told it to was Mirabel (I hc they're besties). And then the next day the news would spread and The Madrigals would know and beg for him to invite you over for dinner, he happily obliged.

Camilo is a flustered mess when he invited you to have dinner with his family, he turns from suave into a shy teenage boy lmao. His parents would see, especially Pepa, his loving gaze on you and they would go crazy. Pepa forms a raincloud and cries over how her mijo has finally become a man. His cousins and siblings would make fun of him for being so shy around you. Yeah, his family adores you.

Of course, you invite him over too so your family would get to know him. Immediately, your family would like him. He's such a show-off, he'll politely greet your mother and compliment her and tell your father how cool he is. You'll roll your eyes because it seems like your family likes Camilo over you. But yeah, your family would love to have your boyfriend over for every dinner.

His first kiss with you I feel like would be accidental, like a quick peck on the lips and his pupils dilate. He'll ask if he can properly kiss you, if you say yes he'll be incredibly tender and gentle. He's a fantastic kisser, he's got your spine tingling and your heart-stopping.

He'll take any chance he gets to pull you in for a kiss. He loves to kiss you on your forehead, temple, and the back of your hand. He loves to nuzzle his forehead with yours too hehe.

Camilo is really determined to marry you someday and throw the best wedding ever the world has ever since, Disney princess-style. He'll find the prettiest ring out there and plan a very emotional proposal.

Bonus: here’s a playlist to go along with the headcanons <3

taglist: @vanevafu , @irisia-ckzkb1109 , @elegantkidfansoul , @candykamikun , @cahmilo , @pochi-moochika , @justzei , @try-cry-why-try ...join here

masterlist

#encanto #disney encanto #encanto headcanons #camilo madrigal #camilo my beloved #camilo madrigal my beloved #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal x y/n #camilo madrigal headcanon #camilo x you #camilo x reader #camilo x y/n #gender netural reader #headcanons #jay's headcanons™️

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seokjinsonlyone · 11 months

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if one of the members hit u up on social media somehow n y’all get serious, would u drop everything and move to korea to be with them?

without a moment of hesitation as soon as they say "do u want -" i'm already 6 hours into the plane ride like for any member the answer is yes i'm madly in love wit da whole crew but now i wanna play this scenario out

also i'm doing this under the assumption that this is post enlistment like i'm not moving to korea just for my man to be gone for 2 years 😭 like i'd wait for them no DOUBT but i'll wait in america with my family in the comfort of my own home 😌

okay so for jk i'd move but we could NOT live together like we got to learn to love each other in person bc lemme tell u he'd piss me off and i'd annoy him so bad if we lived together off the jump like i have a morning job so being up at 1-5 in the morning singing and cooking and is not the move and then look i'm a fan of ambience i am but a bad bith got depression i got to have the lights on or else i'd never do anything skskksdk so since i'd be living alone i'd def need to have a job so idk what energy i'd have left for him LOL like it'd require a lot of adjustments on both our parts bc we is both weird and oddly particular all in all either he'd have to love me a whole lot to make us work or i think the sex would keep us together for a good 3-4 months before he realizes it's not worth it but i would stay in korea for at least a year like i could nOt show my face back in america any sooner than that. (side note: i think if i let him provide for me we'd be super compatible tbh but then we'd be more like besties instead of bf gf) approximate success rate: 46%

oh lawd wit tae i'd have to battle with the dog like i think we could live together but me and tannie would be mortal enemies he’d be my sworn nemesis like straight up dr doofenshmirtz and perry the platypus the way we’d be at each other’s throats bc all he gotta do is turn his neck backwards and hit me wit dat judgmental glare one time and i’m ready to square up but tae seems like the type fall in love very hard so if he’s asking me to move to korea for him he’s willing to make it work and frfr all i gotta do is take yeontan out on a walk one good time he gon get tired bout halfway through and then look for me to hold him and that'll settle most of our differences we may not be best friends but we'll have come to an understanding then all that's left to do is work on tae like get him to get the dog off his mouth off the table and out the kitchen and it's smooth sailing fr i feel like he'd alternate between being super clingy and kinda distant which would be a little frustrating a little irritating but we could cope like if we could just get through that adjustment period it'd be fine. approximate success rate: 72%

if i was with joonie i think the most source of contention would be over decoration like y'all know me and u know them ugly little couch pillows would have to be the first thing to go LOL but after that like okay i wouldn't try to take over but i would just need a space for me that feels like my own that i belong there not just be amongst one of his hyperfixations y'know? like he just has so much art in his place we would need to edit it down so i wouldn't feel like i'm constantly living in an exhibition paint the walls get some more plants bring some life into the place but other than that i think me and joonie would get along really well like we would probably nag at each other about little habits that irritate us but i can't foresee anything being too serious approximate success rate: 84%

hobi's another one i feel like i couldn't live with immediately LOL like i would 100% irk his nerves jfslsls he'd be nagging me to put my clothes in the hamper, put them away, stop leaving stuff around, etc. bc like i'm soooo good at keeping common areas clean not a problem but my room? i'm just always in such a mad dash to get to the bed that i just be leaving stuff anywhere be rushing like my bed gon get up and run away if i'm not in it within 30 seconds of entering the room so it do be junky and also i'm a go with the flow person and imma be ready to take a nap and hobi gonna pop up with some furniture polish and a swiffer talking about it's dusting day and imma lose it like we just need some time before we take that step sklfksd but other than that our relationship would be perfect?? like he's end game for sure we would eventually move in together and live happily after approximate success rate: 87%

my precious baby seokjin lawd i love and miss him so much need him expeditiously oh god missing seokjin hours just hit bc i'm thinking about how perfect he would be for me 😭 like moving in general is a lot but moving to a whole nother country is something else entirely and i think he'd just be so kind and thoughtful about the whole thing like i feel like he'd already have me a room in his place cleared out??? and would just give me a whole lot of space to just exist like helping me unpack and decorate however i like however long it takes not crowding around me when i'm overwhelmed letting me invade his space when i'm feeling clingy cooking me meals like he just seems like he'd try his very very best to make sure i'm comfortable and having fun the entire time like i'm sorry this is just my man and we're meant to be <333 approximate success rate: 95%

jimin is so caring and so sweet and i love that about him but that might be the thing that drive me up the wall like his care might just be a little overbearing for me and like i’d be his girl he tryna make sure i’m straight but if i say i’m good i’m good even if i’m not like imma need a minute and he not gonna wanna give it to me gonna wanna talk about everything all the time but imma need time to process everything before talking about anything and he might not get that at first so there would be some tension but after we’re able to align my introversion with his extroversion everything would be great and i think he’d accept my mess and i’d accept his and then we would get tired of being messy and push each other to be better i also can see a lot of cuddling and watching youtube on tv approximate success rate: 78%

finally there’s yoongi my twin flame <333 with him we'd probably already have a discussion about living together simply bc it's more convenient and economical to do so but the relationship...... it's like we might as well have not met online LOL like it'll be soooo awkward at first like it's gon take 3-4 weeks to really warm up to each other in person like he'll cook me breakfast and then when i sit down to eat with him he just not gonna look me in the eyes and i'll just be trying my best to be quiet and out of the way trying not to be seen or heard so he won't throw me away and then literally just one day it'll click we'll be like what are we doing and why and then all of a sudden we kissing cuddling he's taking me to his studio arm wrapped around my waist like we gonna go from being acquaintances to having old married couple vibes overnight and honestly i'm here for that comfort and familiarity the only thing i can see being a problem is that ion like to initiate conflict like if u start it imma finish but i ain't throwing the first punch but he seems to be more mature than me in that aspect so as long as he helps me to keep a line of communication open i can't see a reason why we would ever break up approximate success rate: 93%

sorry for using ur question as a catalyst for my delusion

#ask #bts fanfic #bts headcanons #bts imagines #bts x reader #ask of interest #it's crazy how confident i am that i could sustain a relationship with any member much less a solid 4/7 #especially considering how unbearable my personality is #but that unwarranted confidence is all part of my charm

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barrenclan · 1 year

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WHAT.

when it was said to expect more tiny pinepaws tomorrow i just assumed that was a joke. i had no idea that there were gonna be more tiny pinepaws tomorrow, or i guess today. also i totally thought the skull on the cover was just cool symbolism, but when pinepaw found the bones the realization hit me like a truck

knowing that these were the other clans, did the dark army have enough humanity to bury them, or did time bury them itself? something tells me it’s the first, as i doubt there was enough time for sand and dirt to move to cover all of that when the clans first returned, unless they just.. denied it’s existence, much like pinepaw, which would make sense considering they’ve already been through so much, coming home to a horde of bones must be too much, if that was the case.

i just wanna give pinepaw a big hug, he’s just a little guy. he had no idea his desires to uncover the truth would lead him down a rabbit hole. finding skeletons must be awful for anyone, but with the added context he knows? geez. little guy deserves a break. maybe a bf.

speaking of potential bfs… CORMORANTPAW!!! OFFERED!! A MOUSE!! he wants pinepaw’s company!!! he’s worried for pinepaw!! he wants to make sure pinepaw eats!!!! oh my god i’m so excited about this. cormorantpaw cares for pinepaw!!! cormorantpaw seems to be opening up more, breaking down his walls and letting someone in, someone that makes him feel comfortable!! ughhh i love his development so much he’s just trying his best,,

saying that rainhaze’s effort saved the clan from more deaths than harebreeze makes me think. harebreeze was the father of him and slugpelt? i think? so i wonder if the death of his father caused a drive to make sure nobody else did. or it could be something like wanting to make sure his new nieces and nephews stay alive!! i want to know if rainhaze is okay i love him :( he’s just a silly guy. wet cat

of course u explained what shining town meant, it was a reference, but while reading i actually took it in a different way, so i’ll just throw this here too. barrenclan has a sense of this is how life is. it’s hard, but they’re safe. as long as things keep going the way they’re going, they’re be the shining town, they’ll continue being safe. however, as pinepaw finds, their territory is laced with the dead, saying how the shining town they chase for can’t be that possible if their illusion of safety lives untop of countless graves.

also daffodilpaw and redpelt were both on the same panel. 10/10 issue will issue again

EHEH I'm loving people's reactions that are just like WHAT?? WAS THAT??

When I promised tiny Pinepaws, I meant it! I just didn't share the context around them. :)

It's sort of a combination of the two that led to the bones being buried! Not to get too gruesome, but they were all basically... slaughtered en masse, which led to their bodies piling together and forming a... rotting, scavenged silt-like layer? Yech. When early BarrenClan found that and faced it? Yeah, NO one was processing that. I imagine that some cats made an attempt to bury what was left of the bodies, and dirt and wind did the rest of the work.

Pinepaw needs a freaking VACATION. I wish I could pick him up and take him to the Bahamas. Meanwhile Cormorantpaw is slowly going through his own little character development in the background. We'll learn some more about him next week!

Harebreeze was Rainhaze and Slugpelt's father yes! It was mentioned he died in Issue 4, the first issue with Rainhaze in it. The death of Harebreeze, plus the threat to his own family, definitely drove Rainhaze to prevent the famine however he could.

I LOVE your alternate interpretation of "the shining towns". :D What a great angle on it!!

I'm glad you enjoyed the issue <3

#ask #pinepaw #rainhaze #cormorantpaw #harebreeze #issue 12

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