#thay gif. i am so i could look at it for hours
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the taylor in my header kills any urge to change my theme SO QUICK
#i love the way she moves#it's so hot idk if it's just my gay brain or if it's actually how it looks to everyone#thay gif. i am so i could look at it for hours#v.txt
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between colleagues pt 2 - anthony lockwood
part one
summary: the morning after and some shopping. this is still a great plan. right?
a/n: lol this took forever to come out but ive been busy asf and dealing with a lot of personal issues but i am really loving these two and they made me feel better so i hope you all enjoy!! they really are just two idiots in love lmao the shop scene was v fun
wc: 4.1k
warning(s): fem!reader, small mention of death in regards to a case, reader freaking tf out for a second. but basically no warnings this is all fluff
also im aware i use this gif a lot but it's like my favorite one of him so uhhhh yeah
Your shoulder was stiff when you woke up, and you had to stifle a groan of discomfort as you rolled onto your back. So much for staying off your injured side, you thought disdainfully. Typical of you to sabotage yourself in your sleep.
A glance over at the other empty bed proved Lucy was awake, and a glance at the clock on the wall proved she might have been awake for quite some time.
It was six in the bloody evening. Lockwood’s call with the Caldecotts must have gone well if you were able to sleep for 14 hours. You normally would have had the sense to be a little bit ashamed of sleeping an entire day away, but after the job you’d had and the arrangement you made with Lockwood, you felt like you deserved it.
You pulled yourself out of bed and went through the paces of making yourself presentable at the very least, then threw on a sweatshirt and made your way downstairs. Lockwood was alone in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a half-eaten piece of toast in front of him and the agency’s case binder in his lap.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Lockwood said, glancing up from the files on his lap with a smile. You rolled your eyes at him as you walked into the kitchen.
“Would you believe me if I said I was still tired?” You took a cup from the cabinet and filled it at the tap, taking a sip as you glanced out the window. Night had already fallen, and you could see the flickering of ghost lamps in the distance.
“You know, I think I would,” he said. “You didn’t make it the full 24 hours you promised—I think you’ve still got some in you.”
You chuckled and shook your head. “Where’s Lucy and George?”
“Grocery shopping,” he said, and he looked at the clock. “It’s taking them an awful long while, though.”
“Why are they shopping at night?” you asked.
Lockwood shrugged. “George really wanted to make pad thai, but we have none of the ingredients. Apparently, it’s important enough to warrant a night trip to the store. Lucy offered to go with him, and I made them take their rapiers, so it should be fine.”
“Of course you did,” you mused. “Did you tell them about our little arrangement?”
His eyes filled with amusement. “No. I figured you would want the honor.”
You sighed and let your head fall back. “Kind as always, Lockwood.”
“You should probably start calling me Anthony,” he said. “Just to get used to it.”
“What,” you said dryly, looking back down at him, “girlfriends don’t usually call their boyfriends by their last name?”
“I think your family may frown upon it.” Lockwood checked his watch, then set the binder on the table and stood up. “If you get a kettle going, I’ll make us tea.”
“Bored of write-ups already?” you asked, crouching down to pull the kettle out of a cabinet. Lockwood chuckled as he took the tin of tea bags out of the closet, and he turned the burner on just as you finished filling the pot up.
“I try to do my part, but they’re really not my forte,” he said. “You and George are much better at them.”
“And it comes from filing reports since the tender age of eight,” you said solemnly as you set the kettle on the stovetop.
Just then, the sound of a lock clicking open drew your attention, and you smiled as Lucy and George came inside. George had a reusable bag in one hand and her rapier in another, and Lucy also had hers drawn.
Your brows knit together. “Run into any ghosts?”
“Good morning to you too,” George said. You gave him a mocking look in return.
“No,” Lucy answered, pushing the door shut with her foot, “just being careful. Because somebody swore he saw a Spectre and refused to let a Visitor run away with his goods.”
“I am starving,” George enunciated. “I wasn’t going to let a ghost ruin all my hard work.”
Lockwood smiled. “Well, I’m glad you’re both intact.”
“I’m glad you’re finally up,” George said with a look at you. “I thought you’d never come out.”
“She slept like a brick,” Lucy said. “I knocked over all the bottles in the shower and she never even stirred.”
You shrugged. “Last night was exhausting. For many reasons.”
The kettle went off and you turned the burner back down. Lockwood took two more mugs out of the cabinet and set tea bags in them, then poured the boiling water into all four. You handed him the sugar container with a pointed look.
“Remember, half—”
“Half a teaspoon,” he nodded, taking it from you with a wry smile. “I remember.”
“Good,” you said. “You’re always a little heavy handed.”
“Are you saying I add extra sweetness into your life?” Lockwood asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“How did you know?”
“You know, we’re also here,” Lucy spoke up, though when you turned to her she was barely hiding a smile.
“As if I could ever forget you, Lucy Carlyle,” you said. “How’s your day been?”
“Quiet without you,” she said. “Lockwood’s been on the phone all day, and even though George didn’t sleep quite as long as you, he still woke up at two in the afternoon.”
“Oh, please,” George said over his shoulder, in the midst of rifling through his groceries, “I earned it. We all did, after the night we had.”
“True,” she said, tilting her head. “I actually didn’t have any nightmares for once— I’ve never slept so soundly.”
“See?” You gestured at her. “The charms I put on the walls are working.”
Lucy gave you a look. “You can’t seriously believe that.”
“No ghosts have gotten into our room!” you exclaimed. “And both of our nightmares have been getting better. That dragon is protecting us.”
Lockwood bit back a smile. “I still cannot believe you bought that.”
“Seriously,” George said, still organizing ingredients. “A week’s wages, just gone.”
You frowned. “My iron dragon is incredible, thank you very much. Besides, I’m supporting local businesses.” You glanced at Lockwood. “So the supply calls were made?”
“Every last one of them,” he confirmed as he stirred sugar into your tea. “Satchell’s was very happy to get our business again. Salt bombs will be in on Friday, flares come next week, and we’re getting brand new chains tomorrow. Plus a couple new silver glass containers from Sunrise.”
“That’s smart,” you said. “I think I threw our last square container in the furnaces last week.”
George frowned. “We went into the disaster that was last night without any silver glass?”
Lockwood cleared his throat as he handed you your mug, then set the other two on the table for Lucy and George. “Everything worked out in the end.”
Lucy just sighed. “We cut things too close for comfort.”
“The Lockwood & Co motto,” you said before taking a sip of tea. Perfectly sweetened. “How about the Caldecotts?”
“Rescheduled for tomorrow at half past noon,” Lockwood said. “Do you think you’ll be awake by then?”
You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “I didn’t forget our deal that quickly.”
George raised his eyebrows. “What deal?”
“Oh, nothing,” you said. “Just sold my soul for a favor from Lockwood.”
Lucy frowned, eyeing the two of you. “Elaborate.”
Lockwood hid his smile with a sip of tea as he also looked at you. So this was still your treat.
You shrugged. “We’re going to a wedding together.”
“Not exactly selling your soul,” George said. “Congrats.”
You rolled your eyes. “We’re going together.”
“Congrats,” he said again. “Are we just emphasizing words now?”
“We’re going as a couple,” Lockwood said.
Lucy’s eyes widened and George nearly choked on his tea as they blurted out the same thing. “What?”
“A fake couple,” you added hastily, “to fool my family.”
“…Oh,” Lucy said, glancing at George. “That’s…”
“Less exciting,” he finished.
Lockwood made a face. “Less exciting? George, we’re going to be lying to her whole family for a whole weekend. I’d say that’s quite exciting.”
He glanced at Lucy for a moment before he sighed and looked back at Lockwood with a shake of his head. “Sure.”
“Anyways,” you segued, “I just thought you two should know. It’s not for another month and half, but between the usual ghost-hunting we’re going to be doing a fair bit of planning together.”
“Spend all the time together that you want,” Lucy said. “George and I are good enough at holding down the fort, right?”
“It was just Lockwood and I for months at the beginning of all this, and half the time I was on my own because of investigatory whims,” George said. “At least you’re usually sort of predictable, Luce.”
She frowned. “I take offense to that.”
Lockwood chuckled and shook his head as he set the other two cups of tea down on the table for them. “We won’t impede work at all, I promise. I’ll make sure everything still goes as smoothly as possible.”
“What Lucy said,” George said, finally satisfied with the order of all the ingredients as he got to work. “Spend as much time together as you want.”
“Maybe you will,” you said haughtily. “Maybe Lockwood’s lying and we’ll completely abandon our duties.”
“We won’t,” Lockwood assured, and you merely smiled as you took another sip of tea.
“Speaking of work,” Lucy said, “we ran into Kipps and Godwin on the way to the store.”
Lockwood’s expression hardened and he set his mug down a bit too forcefully. “Why didn’t you say that earlier?”
“Because it was nothing,” George said, looking up from cutting vegetables. You were glad he was the one with a knife and not Lockwood. “Just typical Kipps posturing.”
“He told us about some job they got,” Lucy said. “Some ridiculously rich widow hired Fittes to find and clear out the ghost of her husband, and they were put on the case.”
“What was her name?” Lockwood asked.
“I wasn’t really paying attention, if I’m being honest,” she said.
“Agnes Colville,” George said.
“That bastard!” Lockwood’s jaw clenched and he moved across the room to a stack of newspapers on the floor, toppling over from the height. He crouched down and began rifling through them, and after a second he pulled out one and held it up for you all to see. The look in his eye was only slightly crazed, which was admittedly progress. “He stole it from us!”
“I do remember seeing her in the paper,” you said after taking a moment to scan the cover. Her husband died of old age, and it was only because of their impressive fortune that anyone knew of it. “A tragedy.”
“I talked to her first,” he insisted, still crouched on the ground. “I called her right after I got this paper, and she told me she wasn’t looking for any agents.”
“She changed her mind, I guess,” Lucy said with a shrug.
“Or Kipps bothered her until she changed it,” Lockwood grumbled.
“Great,” George said wryly as he pushed garlic off his knife. “We’re going to be working double time to make up for this, aren’t we?”
“Sharp as always,” Lockwood said, and he finally stood up as he set the newspaper back down. He pointed a finger at you. “After we go dress shopping tomorrow, it’s straight to the archives to pick up a better case than Kipps.”
You raised an eyebrow. “We’re going dress shopping tomorrow?”
“Did I not tell you?” He frowned. “Caldecotts then dress shopping. And now archives.”
“No,” you said, “you absolutely didn’t.”
Lockwood shrugged. “Well, now you know. We’re going dress shopping.”
“Awfully eager to get into this boyfriend role,” George said.
“I take my job seriously.”
“I already have a dress, Lockwood,” you said. “Dorothy Perkins, remember?”
“This is a special occasion,” he said. “You deserve something nice.”
You felt your cheeks warm and you looked right at him. “You’ll pay?”
“Of course,” he said. “Business expenses, remember?”
You laughed and shook your head. “Yeah. Alright, we can go dress shopping. But if I’m getting a new dress, you’re getting a new suit.”
“Fair’s fair,” he said.
“Do we get any new clothes on your bill?” George asked. “Or is that just reserved for your fake girlfriend?”
“Oh, come off it, George,” Lucy said. “Let them have some fun together.”
“Thank you, Lucy,” you said as you sat down across from her.
“Of course,” she said. “You’re saving me from the Caldecotts and a day in the archives. I should really be thanking you.”
You turned to look at Lockwood. “You’re not going to use this as an excuse to get me to come along on all your errands with you, are you?”
“Do try and be supportive, love,” Lockwood said. “It’s only right as my girlfriend.”
You groaned as you leaned back in your chair, trying your best to ignore Lucy’s smile. “Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.”
“Another Lockwood & Co motto,” George mused. “How fitting.”
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“Is that Anthony Lockwood walking through my door?”
You looked up when you walked through the door after Lockwood, a grin already on his face as the boutique saleswoman, a kindly older woman, greeted him. A worker at an upscale clothing store knew him by name—already a good sign.
“Ms. Bridgeston,” Lockwood said, “it’s been too long.”
“It certainly has, young man!” She pulled him into a hug and he returned it, and the woman looked at you when she pulled away. “And who is this darling girl with you?”
Lockwood said your name with a gesture, and you smiled and held out your hand. “I’m his associate.”
“And my girlfriend,” he added as she shook your hand. You shot him a look over her shoulder with wide, questioning eyes.
“Practicing,” he mouthed at you with a shrug. He was so ridiculous that you had to stifle a laugh.
“Yes,” you said, looking back at her with a smile, “his girlfriend, too.”
“Well, it is wonderful to meet you, dear.” Ms. Bridgeston smiled at Lockwood. “Anthony here has wonderful taste in apparel—he was right to bring you here.”
“I believe it,” you said with a glance around. “We’re actually in the market for wedding clothes—my cousin is getting married soon.”
“Oh, congratulations!” She clasped her hands together, eyes shining as she looked between both of you. “Is there anything you need help with, or would you just like to look around?”
“We’re good to just look,” Lockwood said, “but we’ll certainly let you know if we need anything.”
Ms. Bridgeston nodded with another smile. “Certainly. I’ll be in the back stocking if you need me.”
“Thank you,” you said, and you looked at Lockwood as she walked off. “Any ideas?”
He shook his head. “Get whatever you’d like. This is a very special occasion.”
You chuckled and nodded, going off to look at a rack of dresses. The agency had been doing well for itself lately. You supposed you could splurge on a nicer dress after nearly dying a couple dozen times. “What are you going for?”
“Oh, I’m not getting anything here,” he said. “I’ve already got a suit at home, and I’ll get a pocket square that matches whatever color you’re wearing. We’re shopping for you—I’m just having fun here.”
“How exquisite,” you mused as you ran your finger over velvet. “We’ve only been fake dating for a day and you’re already all in.”
“Consider it getting in character,” Lockwood said. “We’ll already have gotten all our mistakes out of the way by wedding time.”
“Wise as always.” You took the maroon dress off the rack and continued moving down the line, and you glanced over at Lockwood. “You’ve already got what you want?”
“Most of my wardrobe is black and white.” He held up a navy suit. “This is different.”
“Hardly,” you said with a chuckle. “Dark blue is almost black.”
“This is my version of fun,” Lockwood said wryly, and you smiled as he went into the dressing room.
You spent the next while picking out dresses that struck your fancy, and by the time Lockwood was done, you had five in your arms. When he walked out, you nearly dropped them all.
You didn’t know what was wrong with you.
Perhaps it was lingering sleep deprivation from the near 24 hours you spent awake the other day. Perhaps it was lingering anger from your dealings with the Caldecotts—no amount of money could make dealing with Lorena worth it, but all those zeroes did help—or perhaps you were just already losing your mind.
Despite your complaints, you weren’t averse to the day Lockwood had planned out. Seeing as you’d spent entire days rooting through the archives with him on wild goose chases, an afternoon after an interview and some shopping wasn’t the worst it could get.
But now, standing in the back of the store as Lockwood emerged, you were beginning to question the wisdom of this decision.
Because you honest to God didn’t know what was wrong with you. You saw Lockwood in suits every day, or at least something suit-adjacent. Slacks, a jacket and tie, a million white dress shirts that you always end up folding. Pristine shoes, so shiny you can see your reflection in them, getting ruined by cobwebs and plasma over and over—you’ve spent many a night sitting with Lockwood talking as he polished his most recent pair of shoes, determined to get them back to their former glory.
The point was that you were used to it. You were used to seeing Lockwood dressed up—when you first joined the agency, you honestly thought he slept in suits as well until you ran into him one night on a mission for midnight tea.
So why were you unable to look away from him when he emerged from the dressing room? Why were you rendered absolutely and completely speechless?
It was nothing special, at least for Lockwood. Just a tuxedo. Navy blue rather than black like he always wore, but far nicer than the usuals. He was fussing with his bowtie as he walked out, muttering things under his breath, and thankfully not looking at you at all. You felt your eyes widen, your breath stolen from you for a moment, and all you could do was stare. Very classy of you, but you could hardly be blamed. He was stunning.
You didn’t even realize he was saying something until you heard your name for what had to have been the third time, and you blinked and snapped out of your stupor.
“What?”
He gave that damn smile and inclined his head slightly, holding up one end of the tie hanging around his neck. “Could you help me with this? I don’t know what’s wrong with me this morning.”
At least you had that in common. You cleared your throat and nodded, taking a deep breath as you walked up to him in the hopes that you looked far more composed than you felt. “Yeah. Of course.”
You felt his eyes on you the entire time and you tried your hardest not to focus on it. You’d done Lockwood’s ties millions of times, usually before a particularly important interview or a particularly difficult night. He always said it was good luck, and you always rolled your eyes with a smile.
“So?” Lockwood spoke after a moment, still watching you.
“It’s good,” you said with a nod as you finished tying the bow, making sure it was straight before you stepped away. “You look good.”
“Thank you,” Lockwood said, looking at himself in the mirror with a slight smile. “For the compliment and the help.
“It’s what I’m here for,” you said.
“And as much as I appreciate that,” he said, turning that smile on you, “we’re here so you can get a dress too. Did you pick any out while I was getting ready?”
You nodded and picked up the hangers you’d set down to help Lockwood. “Which one do you want to see first?”
“Definitely the maroon one,” he said with a nod. “Goes well with your eyes.”
“You’re too kind,” you said, and he chuckled as he pressed his hand to his heart.
You went behind the curtain, purposefully taking your time as you undressed so you could try and compose yourself further. It was just a suit, and he was just Lockwood, and this was just a fun little ruse to get your mum off your back for once.
Just a suit. Just a ruse. Just Lockwood.
You let out a deep breath and nodded, finally feeling like yourself again. You stepped into the dress and pulled it up, adjusting it around your figure before you zipped it up in the back, but you couldn’t get it all the way up.
“Lockwood,” you called, “can you help me?”
“Of course,” you heard him respond.
You pushed the curtain aside and stepped back out, making some more minute adjustments along the way. When you looked up, Lockwood’s eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted.
“Lockwood,” you said, staring at him.
He blinked and seemed to focus back in, his head perking up. “What?”
“My zipper.”
“Right.” Lockwood moved just a bit too quick around you, and you shivered as his fingers brushed your bare back for a moment while he pulled the zipper the rest of the way up. “Sorry.”
“Your hands are always cold,” you said. “It’s fine.”
“That’s—” he cleared his throat, and you turned just to see him shake his head. “Right. Yeah. Thanks.”
You raised your eyebrows, the slightest smile tugging at you. “For what?”
His own rose. “Hm?”
“You thanked me. For what?”
Lockwood shook his head again. “Don’t worry about it.”
You chuckled and nodded, holding out the skirt of your dress with your hands. “So? What do you think?”
“You look incredible,” he said, “obviously. It’s an honor to be your fake boyfriend.”
“You’re gonna make me blush,” you said, but your cheeks already felt too warm for comfort.
Lockwood grinned. “Good.”
You had to turn away at that point. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, teasing you like this. “You’re taking your role way too seriously,” you said, busying yourself with rifling through the rest of the dresses you picked out.
“I told you,” he said, “I take my job seriously. And as someone who takes their job seriously, I think that dress is definitely the one.”
“Really?” You held up a sparkling blue dress against you and looked at him. “What about this one?”
He shook his head. “Maroon is definitely the one.”
“I agree, dear.” You looked up to see Ms. Bridgeston walking out carrying two boxes, that same adoring twinkle in her eye. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” You looked back in the mirror for another good, long moment, and you nodded decisively. “I agree. This is the one.”
“Wonderful choice,” she said.
“Perfect choice,” Lockwood said with a grin. “If you get changed, I can go ahead and pay for everything. We’ve already used up half our day—we’ve got to get to the archives.”
You eyed him. “You didn’t just say this was the one so we could spend eight hours in the archives, did you?”
“No,” he assured. “That is the one—trust me, love. You just happened to pick out the best one first.”
You chuckled and shook your head as you started going back to the dressing room. “Whatever you say.”
Soon enough, you and Lockwood were both back in your regular clothes, dress bag in tow, walking down the streets of London.
“You seriously don’t mind spending all that money for this?” you asked, glancing over at him.
“Of course not,” he said. “I can always take it out of your paycheck, if it’ll make you feel better.”
You laughed and hit him on the arm, earning a chuckle in response. “As long as you seriously weren’t lying to me about liking this dress to get me to the archives.”
“I would never lie to you about something like that,” Lockwood said, and he held up his pointer and middle finger. “Agent’s honor.”
You smiled inwardly. “Thank you, then. I suppose I can handle spending the rest of the day in the archives with you with compliments like that.”
“Thank you, then,” he repeated. “We do have to make a stop for tea, first.”
“Naturally,” you agreed.
As you continued on your way, not exactly arm in arm but close enough for your hands to brush every so often, you found your mind drifting back to Lockwood in that damned suit. You cleared your throat and shook your head, trying to physically push the thought away.
“Everything alright?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you said. “Just got something in my throat.”
Lockwood nodded, thankfully oblivious to your inner struggle. You let out a deep breath.
This was definitely still a good idea.
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QL Wrapped 2023
i was tagged by @nongnaos and @ranchthoughts thank youuu <333
i meant to upload this at the latest by december 31st, but the thing is when i saw the tag i was a little overwhelmed at first bc i didn't know how to fill it out and then once i had it all written out i had a super hard time deciding on what to gif and then it all ended up taking soooo much longer than planned. and now it's already 2024. oops. well, better late then never...
so without further ado:
You watched 12 QLs this year that's about 264 hours!
(i'm counting only qls that started airing 2023 bc i didn't keep track of every single show that i watched and it's a lot easier to count all the 2023 dramas on mdl lmao)
You primarily only watched QLs from Thailand
i blame my bachelor thesis for this which i was writing on the translation strategies of thai to eng and also the fact that i'm learning thai, so any time i watch a series i'm like "do i watch something from a country other than thailand tonight??" only for a little voice in my head to go "yeah but you COULD be spending your evening practicing thai listening skills" so yeah...
You spent way too much time thinking about these characters: Pat Napat Jindapat
listen. LISTEN. i know ok, i know bad buddy is from 2021 not from 2023. however!!!!! bad buddy was part of our skyy 2 and that included my boy pat and so i'm counting it!!!! i'm always thinking about pat napat jindapat ok bye
no for real tho. i am NOT kidding when i say i have spent hours on end thinking about pat in the year of our lord 2023, two full years after the show dropped:
maybe in 2024 i'll finally sit down and write that meta that's been in my head for two years now
Your favorite show was Moonlight Chicken
it's gotta be the chicken show for me. yeah. it just felt so... idk, real in a way. idk how to explain it. i'm not even obsessing over mlc all that much but any time it pops into my head i go all kinds of 😭😭😭 and 🥰🥰🥰
not to mention the firstmix
the heartliming
and most importantly earth and fourth as an uncle/nephew duo??
i am so🥺🥺🥺
special shoutout also to jimbo the cat (left) who looks almost exactly like coco, my family's cat (right):
Another one of your favorites was Last Twilight
just. the way p'aof shows relationships on screen okay. yeah.
i cry
You are still stuck in this hallway:
yeah i've been thinking about the yank-kiss-yeet scene from hidden agenda and joke breaking down afterwards in that very hallway for 19 weeks straight gay. bye.
The soundtracks you listened to the most were:
(according to my spotify wrapped top 5)
Just Friend? (Bad Buddy)
Our Song (Bad Buddy)
น้ำลาย (My School President Cover)
Secret (Bad Buddy)
yeah. i've given up on the "only 2023 media" thing. if we're talking songs only from series released in 2023 then i've got love love love (our skyy 2) on no. 32 and no more empty nights (our skyy 2) on no. 46 on my spotify wrapped
also if you're wondering what the 5th song (on no.3 in reality) from my top 5 was that's missing above where i only mentioned four songs, well, it's none other than tilly birds' same page? which yeah. is also bad buddy related. surprise surprise 🤭
Your overall bl mood was P'Aof
You created 15 gifsets (of which "only" 1/3 were about making other shows about bad buddy)
you can find them here
You shazammed 295 royalty free background music pieces/songs from thai dramas
fun fact: i haven't mentioned this publically yet but since thai dramas keep using the same music over and over again in various series i've actually started collecting the different songs/pieces and i'm planning on making a side blog about it. i just want to go through some more dramas first before i publish anything. so this is something you can look forward to in 2024 dkjfkfdj
currently shazamming my way through bad buddy (you may have seen my blorbo breakdown about pran in the ep4 sleepover scene the other week that was triggered by me shazamming all of ep4). next on the list: theory of love and the eclipse. it takes ages tho, so don't expect it any time soon
Your favorite acting pair was JoongDunk
(is anyone even surprised by this lol)
no but for real whatever these two have going on, i'm intrigued:
i just. i love their energy ok. they're fun. and they're clearly having fun
i couldn't decide on what to gif so here's a little compilation bc fuck it, this is my post and i get to do whatever the fuck i want
(actually there's more that i could have put in there but i didn't wanna waste any more time with posting this tag game and also i was trying to keep the compilation somewhat short lmao)
they are such silly little idiot boys ("little" says the 155cm tall short person about the 180+cm giants 🤭) and i adore them <3
their energy is essentially this meme and i'm so here for it:
and they just communicate so well when they're performing and you never feel like either of them is "alone" on stage (doing his own thing in his own little bubble), it's SUCH a joy to watch!!!! once again plugging two of my all time fave performances that i've been rewatching over and over again for the last 3 months:
youtube
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also dunk is just SO little brother-shaped to me idek!! looking at his face just makes me go into big sister mode. it doesn't help that he's only like a month or so older than my actual little brother. AND he reminds me a lot of one of my fave kids from my youth group that i used to go to for years. dunk natachai has klein-andi energy and you all don't know what that means but i know what that means as does my mom and she agrees. so.
tagging:
i feel so ashamed for not making it in time before 2023 ended so i'm not gonna tag anyone but if you see this and you really wanna do it bc you haven't done it yet then please do so and tag me because i say so!!
and mutuals, send me yours bc i'm not sure i saw everyone else's!!!! (@celestial-sapphicss @moonkhao @visualtaehyun @telomeke @waitmyturtles @dribs-and-drabbles did you guys do this already and if yes, send me yours? i must have missed it 🥺🥺🥺)
#my 2023 ql wrapped essentially boils down to ''p'aof dramas + joongdunk'' lmao#as i say in my blog description... i'm a bad buddy blog in its joongdunk era#fun fact: ohm pawat is also extremely little brother shaped to me and idk why#there's something about dunk and ohm that has my brain go#''is anyone gonna adopt these two as little brothers??'' and not wait for an answer#tag game#adrm#also the words ''youth group'' paired with that nickname could be very telling#imagine someone from said youth group also being in the tumblr ql fandom without me knowing and finding this and recognizing it/me#idk how i feel about this... but then again#girl what are YOU doing at the devil's sacrament
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10 BL Boys I Want Carnally
or as close to that as i can get, tagged by @bunnakit !
i had to look deep in my soul and tumblr gifs for this so please enjoy the boys, under a cut to keep the mystery alive for two more seconds
i am very ace so the concept is nebulous, let's just say i feel some type of way... and if you see me call these men my sons it's bc they are, ty for your time <3 also the order is kinda eehhhh general idea, i don't actually keep a mental list it took me hours to make this one 😭
10. pete (kiss me again/dark blue kiss)
do not ask me why idk either... there's just Something i can't explain. also it was between him and knock from together with me so i'm choosing the one that committed less crimes, anyway *holds him up like a potato* i just think he's neat
9. vegas (kinnporsche)
my little meow meow,, my explanation for most of these is just "do i not have eyes", but some (like vegas) are special jsjs in his case kp was the first thai bl i watched, as soon as he became remotely relevant i was obsessed with him and then a rewatch made me finally fall into thai bl as a whole so... thank you for your service
8. gong gil (the king and the clown)
my baby my darling my angel and the reason i even know about lee joongi, the actor i've been following the longest that i remember. i haven't watched tkatk in a while so i don't remember the details that well but i've always loved him, pretty sure he's my first bl boy too
7. xie'er (word of honor)
does he count? is this cheating? idc he's staying either way, MY XIE'ER 😭 will never get over him or his killer eyeliner
6. gaipa (moonlight chicken)
possibly the cutest 30yo man out there, that alone endeared me to him but also the way he is with his mother is just so 🥺 he's so special to me (also the fact that he's 30 AND cute as heck it's just so personal to me)
5. wen (moonlight chicken)
god i wish i could explain what he DOES TO MY BRAIN. some of it is the mix effect but i was normal about mix before wen so... he's so beautiful so magnetic i want to bite him
4. black (not me)
listen- he's my lil murder raccoon i know there's plenty of reasons for him to be as angry as he is for the 90% of his screen time and they're all sad but he's just so attractive like that (even though i'm more of a white girlie most of the time)
3. karan (cherry magic th)
i've only had him for two eps but if anything happened to him i would kill everyone in this room and then myself, etc. he's perfect and a nerd and i would love him for any of those two things alone, but they're combined into such a gentle beautiful (inside and out) and sensitive character i jsut love him so much
2. way (pit babe)
so i am definitely not babe, here supporting way's rights and wrongs from day 1. is he pretty? yes. is he evil? quite possibly. do i still want him? also yes. he hasn't touched me so pretty sure his big sad eyes are doing something. to me.
1. sand (only friends)
The Only Man, which is how my non bl friends know him bc i've apparently called him 'the only man i would like if i liked men' more than once ? HIM
special entry: tharn (the sign), yeah this one is definitely cheating
(using the only gif i've made of him so far which isn't great for this but...)
he's so tiny and efficient... like a fiat 500
if you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged by me <3
#enjoy#don't ask me how i choose i have absolutely no idea#some aren't even my faves from their series#sasa talks#tag game#10 bl boys i want carnally#kinda
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Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better.
Tagged By: @pose4photoml @ellaspore 🥰 Thank you so much! 😘
Name: Josi
Star Sign: Capricorn
Height: 180 cm (or 5'9)
Time: 13:00 o’clock (or 1:00 pm)
Birthday: December 30th
Favorite Bands/Favorite Solo Artists: So many :D It depends on my mood. Right now it would be Stray Kids and The Rose. In general, over the years, and something I can always come back to and feel good: BTS, Ultimo, Sunrise Avenue, LP, Bad Religion, Disturbed, Rise Against, AnnenMayKantereit, Kari Bremnes, Pink, Lewis Capaldi, Niall Horan, Matchbox 20, SDP and I guess many more 😅
Last Movie: Spider Man: No way home
Last Show: His Man, if this counts, if not, Love Mechanics
When did I create this blog: November 2018
What I post: Everything I like. Mostly gifs from BLs I am watching, but sometimes I need to express myself and write a few thoughts about the shows. I love quotes and pictures (bls, landscapes, beautiful things) and sometimes I reblog political stuff. But I don’t have any straight line I follow. I see it, I like it, I reblog or post it. I am a simple person 😊
Last thing I googled: calculating centimetres in feet 😅
Other Blogs: No (I don't know how people do this. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed with just this one blog)
Do I Get Asks?: Sometimes. Would love to get more of course, but I am happy with what I have 😊
Why I chose my url: Because I love to travel, and I love the word wanderlust (in German Fernweh – it describes my urge to travel, to see more beautiful places on this earth so well, it is a feeling I have deep in my soul) and when I created this blog I didn’t know what to expect :D But I like it and I won’t change it 😊
Following: 231
Followers: 942
Average hours of sleep: between five and seven (on weekends sometimes more)
Instruments: None, but I love listening to the piano
What am I wearing: grey jeans, light green t-shirt and pastel socks with stripes
Dream job(s): something without people (which is funny as I work with people right now and not so funny on the same side, because I hate my job)…I would love to own a book store somewhere at the coast. I know, customers = people, but it is different :D
Favorite Food: Sushi
Nationality: German
Favorite Song(s): This could change daily. I fall in love with songs quite often. Right now it is “Paper Cuts” by EXO-CBX. I also like “Sorry” by The Rose, “Jikjin” by Treasure (listen to it with headphones!). For all times I can say “Peter Pan” by Ultimo, “All I want” by Codaline and “Recovery” by LP
Currently playing on repeat: Look above 😅 And my playlist with K-pop, K-Rock, J-Pop and some Thai-Pop and a little bit K-Rap
Last book I read: “Heartbreak Boys” by Simon James Green – predictable, but cute.
Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in: Fantastica ("The Neverending Story" by Michael Ende), London Below ("Neverwhere" by Neil Gaiman) and Marsyas Island (“The House in the Cerulean Sea” by TJ Klune)
Tagging: @moonlightchicken @piningintrovert @gunsatthaphan @smittenskitten @i-got-the-feels @alsoran @pleasecallmesweetie @stars-inhereyes (as always, only if you want to, otherwise ignore me 🙃)
Thank you again for tagging me, this was fun! 😘
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white wolf: “the show must go on”
first part — second part
third part — fourth part (soon)
© gif credits to the author, i found it on google. if you're the author lemme know your @.
bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.
Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it’s a disaster, but he gets it.
word count: 1'9k.
warnings/tags: none. bucky being so innocent gives me life. + he being so damn cute as always.
author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.
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“Have plans with your girl tonight?”
Bucky clicked his tongue, putting down the weight to the holder, not turning to Sam still doing squats and an awkward noise out of breath. His partner couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and giggle while shaking his head, fast enough to steal the soldier's clean towel before he reached it.
“She's not my girl”.
“Not yet, you mean, uh?” He joked then, using the clothing like a whip to hit the metal arm. “But, you have plans or not?”
“Yeah, we have plans”. Bucky admitted eventually, glancing at Sam also stealing his bottle of water. “She invited me to watch a movie”.
It was the innocent and unworried tone of voice from him that made Sam choke, cough, and laugh at once.
“What?”
“Oh, man… Can't believe you're sinful enough to do what we do but too innocent to not see what that means”.
“It means we're gonna watch a movie”.
Bucky was confused at the laughter, trying to understand what he was referring to as he rested his back against the wall and crossed both arms over his chest. Expecting anything else from his wise friend.
“This is the twenty-first century, you ancient. We don't watch movies”.
“What d— What do you mean? You have Netflix, HBO, Prime Video… What's the point?”
Sam was deadpanned, staring in silence at the soldier, not believing what his ears were hearing. “We, guys, don't watch movies with girls, even less when they are the ones inviting us”.
Bucky squinted at him, tilting his head like a lost poppy would do, not being able to read between lines. His partner gasped exasperated, running a hand up and down his face.
“You know, man? Sometimes I feel alone, not having anyone to laugh with about that forties' manners of yours. Should I call Sarah, maybe?”
“Cut the show”. He hissed standing up and passing him away.
“Oh, no, no, no… the show has just started, man, and I have my popcorn ready”.
Bucky had been beating around the bush the whole day, trying to let it out of his mind. Of course, it was something that would happen sooner or later, and —more than of course— he wanted it to happen. The mere fact of thinking about you and him, flesh against flesh, hearing you moaning his name and making you feel good caused him goosebumps and an awkward sensation beneath his black jeans. Suddenly, swallowing saliva turned impossible, biting his lower lip while ringing the intercom of your apartment. Your response didn't last more than a couple of seconds, opening the door downstairs and waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.
The butterflies fluttered within your bellies when Bucky stepped out of the lift, showing you that charming smile that could make you kill anyone who dared to erase it from his face.
“Trying to get me drunk?” You joked as he raised the bottle of red wine in his left hand.
“Maybe?”
“Missed you today”. You whispered at the soft kiss on your lips and his arm getting wrapped around your lower waist.
“So did I”. He sighed, sounding a little tired, caressing your nose with his.
Yesterday he talked to you about a routine medical check-up the government used to do every six months until he earned his pardon. Four hours of intense exercise to make sure the supersoldier serum was still doing its effect, as he started to feel somewhat tired since he stayed in Wakanda. For Bucky, it was really easy to open up himself with you and talk about his past and some of the things he did. And he didn't complain when you helped him to take off his leather jacket, watching him rubbing his left shoulder.
“I, uh… also was this morning with Sam. Training”. He told you, following you to your kitchen to find a couple of glasses. Turning at him, you couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow. “Don't look at me like that… I know to perfection what you're thinking”.
“You're a telepath now?”
“God, no. I have enough with the voices inside my head, to hear someone's else”. He chuckled resting against the fridge. “But you're very expressive and I was trained to read body language”.
“So, what am' thinking?” You asked driven by curiosity, entertained on opening the bottle of wine.
“Look at this guy… He looks hotter than a barbecue”.
You broke into a loud laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed the drink and the glasses. “Not even close, Sergeant”.
“Liar”. He blurted into your face, passing him away to the living room where the Thai takeaway was waiting for the two of you.
“I'm not lying! You're a lousy body reader”.
“So… you can do it better, uh?”
“Didn't say so, but… yeah”. You replied, placing the wine and the glasses on the coffee table next to the big green sofa.
“Okay, go ahead. What am 'thinking, genius?”
Standing in front of him, some inches away, you squinted at his eyes in advance of touring his posture from top to bottom with your orbs.
“Look at that girl… she's hotter than a volcano”.
“Not even closer, soldier”. Bucky repeated your words, kissing his teeth and causing you to laugh again.
“Liar”.
The night went on, enjoying your dinner and watching the first part of Scary Movie. Since Bucky told you that he loved the horror genre, you thought that it'd be a good start. As you finished the Thai dishes, you two cuddled on your sofa, and it felt nice to be embraced by his muscly arms and had your head rested on his shoulder. He had never been that happier before, imagining for a moment —staring at you by the corner of his eyes— that he wasn't a retired lethal assassin controlled by a bunch of psychos, just a guy watching a movie with his girl.
For some reason that increased his pulse, having to clear his throat as the thought dried it. You couldn't let it go, wrinkling your nose with curiosity, raising your face slightly at Bucky trying to focus on the movie, and pretending everything was going okay.
“What?” He murmured about to laugh nervously, putting his head back a couple of inches to look better at you.
“Seems like you're gonna have a heart attack, what's the matter?”
The soldier breathed heavily through his nostril, expelling all the air in a sight through his parted lips. A lower giggle escaped them as your eyes widened a little more interested in his response to your question.
“Sam… Sam said something this morning”.
There it was. Your grimace turned skeptical, sitting up to borrow the control remote and pause the movie. Turning to face him and placing an arm on the headrest, you puckered your lips in a funny gesture watching him click his tongue.
“Things are different nowadays and… y'know, we used to watch movies”.
“And that's what we're doing”.
“Yeah, but… it's like… now there are some kinds of non-speak social rules”.
You knew exactly what he was referring to and seeing him somewhat troubled and tense just made your heart melt. It wasn't that he was scared, but it almost felt like.
“Is it your first time since the forties?” You dared to ask, clearly with no intentions of making fun of him.
“I've never really… y'know, I was in my twenties when I left Brooklyn. I me— mean, 'm not stupid, okay? I've done things but not… sex like… to the whole point”. Bucky didn't have his eyes on you when he made that confession, rubbing the bridge of his nose by inertia as his nervousness increased. “And now everything… is pretty different”.
“It doesn't have to”. You just replied, stretching a hand to his right one to intertwine your fingers. “Listen, Buck… We don't have to, okay? We don't have to do anything if you're not ready. We can watch the movie and then… you can go, or you can stay to sleep with me”.
“I'd like that”.
“Leave?”
“Yeah, totally, if you excuse me, ma'am… I gotta leave” He clearly joked, about to stand up until you pushed him down to the sofa bursting in laughter. “Nah, I, uh… I mean, I'd like to sleep with you tonight”.
“I'd like too, and to wake up tomorrow morning with you”.
“Yeah, would be very awkward if you go to sleep with me and wake up with another guy in your bed”.
Bucky smirked at you, biting his upper lip before leaning to press both on yours. He couldn't believe you were being so comprehensive with him, not making any other uncomfortable questions, nor kicking his ass out of your house. At that moment, he realized he was madly in love with you, bringing you closer to himself so he could embrace you tenderly between his arms. And you let him, not wanting anything else than to be with him.
At the moment the movie finished, you both stretched your hands to the ceiling with a yawn opening your mouths. You palmed his thigh to beckoning at him, urging the soldier to follow you as you rubbed your eyes using your knuckles, a little sleepy. Turning off the lights on your way to your room, you changed your clothes for a baggy Iron Maiden's t-shirt, as he stripped himself leaving his clothes on the chair in front of your bed, only wearing a pair of black boxers at the end.
You were about to ask him which side he preferred when the words died on your tongue, glancing at him with his flesh hand over his dark grey shoulder. It was the first time you saw the vibranium arm in all its glory and Bucky gave you the impression of being embarrassed. He'd never stop surprising you with plenty of emotions for things that for you didn't have any importance actually —like the fact of not having two real arms.
“Come here”. You murmured, kneeling on the mattress and palming the other lateral, observing every one of his actions till lying next to him, in the middle of the gloom of your room.
Covering both of you with the sheets and turning on your sides to face each other, Bucky took the initiative of wrapping you close to his chest, as he placed his head on your pillow. He couldn't help but take a soft breath from your heavenly smell impregnated in, provoking a smile to grow on your lips. Surrounding his neck with your arms, you sunk your fingers in his short hair, gently caressing his scalp while you started to spread tender short kisses all around his face.
“This feels good”. He purred with such a pleased tone of voice, closing his eyes as he adventured his warm hand under your shirt to draw invisible patterns on your back.
“So good”. You affirmed, peppering his cheek with a bunch of noisy smooches.
Bucky squeezed you between his grip, hiding his face into the gap of your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps because of his exhalation against your skin. He was comfortable being that close, with no distance separating your chests and your legs intertwined in a bundle. You saw how relaxed he was when he pulled his head back to the pillow, noses touching and his eyelids closed.
“Good night, Buck”. You whispered, still feeling his caresses on your back, leaning to kiss him one last time.
“Good night, doll”.
a / n: i hope you have enjoyed the fluffiness of these three chapters because the fourth is gonna be... chaotic.
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Quarantine with Matthew Gray Gubler (MGG / Reader)
(Not my gif, thank you to whoever made it! )
Requested: Yes :)
Vivir en cuarentena con Matthew, y él hace en vivos por Instagram con y/n respondiendo preguntas de fans
Category: Fluff
Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader
Summary: Matthew loves making people happy, and in quarantine, he finds the best way to keep in touch with his fans and do what he loves the most: spend time with (Y/N) 💜
Warnings: Nope
Word count: 2,2K
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A/N: I am so sorry this request took me forever!! Hello guys!! thank you for all your comments, and love 💖 You are awesome!! hope you have a great week!!
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Living in quarantine isn't as bad as many people think. It all depends on who you are spending your time locked in with. (Y/N) knew it pretty well, 'cos she had been locked with her husband, Matthew Gray Gubler, in their shared house for the last month.
And even when most people were sick and tired of being home, (Y/N)and Matthew managed to keep themselves busy and mentally sane. In fact, you could feel more stressed considering there was a pandemic and no one could see their loved ones and friends. But being with Matthew made it all so much bearable.
Considering Gubler's job kept him busy most of the time during a normal year and that he didn't have many chances to be home the way he was now, he enjoyed it.
Sleeping in was heaven. And the fact he could stay in, wearing pajama and kimonos, just enjoying his wife's company, was what he needed.
He didn't realize he needed to take a break after years of hard work until he was forced to do it. And god, it felt good.
(Y/N) would keep herself busy writing and reading while Matthew painted and draw by her side.
Their daily activities included: trying new recipes at least three times each week. Gubler would always come with some random exotic dish he always wanted to recreate. And six of eight times, he nailed it.
They would also spend a day in their pajamas doing nothing. Usually, it was Sundays. That was their official cuddles day. Just movies, ice cream, and cuddles.
Matthew also started teaching (Y/N) some magic tricks. She had insisted a few times, but he was very reluctant to do it at first.
- "A magician never shares his tricks, Bunny"- he argued for days.
- "Ok, but what if I am a magician too? Then it would be ok?"
(Y/N) was sitting on his lap, playing with some curls of his hair between her fingers. They were in their backyard, having a picnic. They had set a blanket and had some cookies (Y/N) had baked, along with two tall ice coffee Matthew had prepared, with an obscene amount of whipped cream.
- "And how are you planning to be a magician if you don't know any trick?"- he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
- "Just because you haven't taught me any trick doesn't mean I don't know any!"- she answered, pretending to be insulted.
- "My wife can do magic, and she never told me?"
- "There are a lot of things about your wife you still don't know"- (Y/N) teased and smiled at him.
- "Bunny, we are locked in this house until further notice. I think I have enough time to find out all those things I haven't seen in the last years."
(Y/N) had finally convinced him when she showed him a simple card trick her father had taught her when she was a kid. Gubler got so excited he even presided a ceremony to name her an official magician and invited their friends to be part of it via zoom. Everybody enjoyed their magic tricks and shared a good hour of fun and laughter with them, just like they would do live.
It felt good to be with their loved ones, even if it was just online.
That gave Matthew an idea.
- "Hey, Bunny!"- he walked into the kitchen holding his phone, scrolling down his Instagram feed.
- "What is it, honey?"- (Y/N) asked him as she kept chopping vegetables for dinner.
- "I was thinking maybe I should start doing Instagram live streamings with the fans. Maybe do some magic tricks, tell jokes. I don't know."- (Y/N) raised his eyes from the food and smiled.
- "Sounds awesome! when do you wanna start?"
- "Now?"- he answered a little hesitant
- "And what do you have in mind?"
- "Maybe answering questions and asking them if hanging out via Instagram is something they'd like to do."
(Y/N) chuckled and walked to her husband, pinching his cheeks, making him giggle.
- "You are so adorable, Gub. Like anyone wouldn't love to hang out with you."- he blushed and shook his head.
- "Ok, I'm gonna do it here anyway."
- "While I'm cooking?"- (Y/N) looked confused
- "Yes, I want you near so you can stop me when I start rambling"- (Y/N) laughed and kissed her husband's lips sweetly.
- "I can't stop your rambling, Gubler. But I can mute the video"- she teased, and he pecked her lips, chuckling.
- "Just stop me when I start saying anything embarrassing."
- "Deal."
No one could say Matthew Gray Gubler didn't care about his fans. He was committed to being always nice to anyone who would ask for a picture or an autograph. Why? Because nothing made him happier than making people happy. And if his job gave people joy, he honestly felt his life had a purpose.
That's why he enjoyed his improvised IG stream so much. He just sat on a couch nearby the kitchen and started talking with fans, answering questions.
- "Where am I spending my quarantine? Here is my hunted treehouse. I don't think I had ever been home this much, and it's been awesome."- Gubler stood up and started walking around the room.
- "Who am I spending it with? my gorgeous wife, of course,"- he said and pointed the phone at (Y/N), who was still cooking dinner. She simply waved and smiled
- "She is making sure I eat proper food now... Bunny, people are asking what you are cooking."
- "Pad thai"- she answered with a huge grin- "Gubler's request for tonight's dinner."
- "Maybe we could make a cooking class one day,"- Matthew suggested, and the screen started filling with "YES!!" immediately- "I could teach people how to burn every pan in the house, and you can cook."
(Y/N) nodded, laughing.
- "You can teach everybody how to make the best hotcakes."- (Y/N) answered and walked away from the phone.
It wasn't that she didn't like being part of her husband's activities, but she figured she wasn't really that important. Fans were there to see him, not her.
But Matthew followed her.
- "Yeah! I'll make my famous chocolate chip hotcakes, and you will have to top them!"- (Y/N) laughed and looked at her husband, raising an eyebrow.
- "Battle of the hotcakes?"
- "Yes!"
- "Set a time and a place, and I'll be there"- (Y/N) put her hands in her waist and raised an eyebrow, looking as serious as she could fake it.
- "Tomorrow, noon, here in our kitchen, because we can't leave the house,"- Gubler answered and mimicked his wife's attitude, still streaming everything.
- "Bring it, Gub."
And just like that, another livestream was scheduled.
The next day, at noon, Matthew streamed the funniest hotcake competition there had ever been seen by humankind. At least that's what he described.
- "Let's say it's a tie"- Gubbler decided and finished the last piece of hotcake in his dish- "I'll leave a poll in my stories so you can decide what you wanna see in tomorrow's live."
- "Really?"- (Y/N) asked, surprised- "Which are the options?"
- "Magic tricks or... I don't know. I didn't think this through"- he answered, making his wife giggle.
- "Maybe you could make a Rumple reading"- and Gubler's eye brightened at the idea
- "With my Rumple costume?"
- "I don't see why not"- Gubler looked at the screen and grinned like a kid.
- "Ok, you'll decide, magic classes or Rumple reading."
It was a draw. That's why Gubler did a Rumple reading the next day and decided to prepare a magic class with his wife for later that week.
His followers were having a blast with each one of their streams. Matthew would always try to take a step back and let his wife shine in front of everybody. He thought she was so funny the world needed to see more of her.
And (Y/N) always tried to be the best sidekick for her husband. Helping him make his streamings as fun as possible.
For the Rumple reading, Matthew sat in an armchair by the fireplace, dressed like Rumple, and read the whole book, impersonating voices and everything. Then, (Y/N) read the questions from the fans, and Matthew answered everything.
Gubler dressed like a classic magician for their magic streaming, and his wife was his assistant, helping him with each trick.
And by the end of the week, the people picked Q&A streaming with the two of them. It was the Friday "Chilling with the Gubs special."
- "Your girl is about to steal the whole show"- Shemar called Matthew that week and made him laugh- "She's the best part of the whole stream."
- "Don't flirt with my wife!"- he answered and chuckled.
- "I'm just saying she has a lot of potentials. She should try to do some stand-up comedy."
Gubler loved that comment, though. He knew his wife was awesome, and he wanted the world to know. As simple as that.
- "Ok, Bunny, ready to answer some questions?"- Gubler set the phone in front of them as they sat in their backyard. One more time, they had set a blanket in their favorite spot. And they had cookies and coffee.
- "Hit it!"
It was fun to do those things together. (Y/N) had never been one to be in the spotlight, but she loved being with Matthew. And if he was happy, so was she.
And it took only a second to see how happy Matthew was. He beamed each time he looked at his wife by his side.
- "Ok, this is a good one. What did we have for breakfast today?"- (Y/N) read and chuckled.
- "Good question. Waffles. (Y/N) made waffles, and I ate five, with ice cream. I'm gonna get so fat in quarantine"- the actor answered and felt his wife's hand in his hair.
- "What's your next project"- (Y/N) read- "Oh! that's a good one!"
- "But I won't say anything about it,"- Gubler answered and chuckled- "You'll have to stay tuned."
- "But I can assure you, it's amazing,"- (Y/N) added smiling- "How did you two meet"- the couple looked at each other and giggled.
- "At a party in my best friend's house"- she answered- "She was dating one of Matthew's friends, and they had a huge celebration when they moved in together."
- "And when I saw her, I knew I had to talk to her, but her friends didn't leave her alone."
- "Why didn't you just walked over and talked to me anyway?"- (Y/N) asked and crossed her arms on her chest
- "Because they were intimidating! and I am a shy guy!"- he explained- "I had to wait until you walked away to get yourself a drink to talk to you finally!"
- "You literally appeared by my side as soon as I walked away from them"- (Y/N) laughed, remembering the moment- "It was so funny!"
- "Hey! it might have been my only chance! I needed to take it!"- Matthew held her hand and played with her fingers, thinking he was glad non of that was in the camera angle.
- "And it worked"- (Y/N) answered and smiled at her husband, thinking as soon as that livestream was over, she was going to have a serious make out session with him
- "I'm glad it did. Quarantine would suck without you."
Gubler answered and smiled, thinking as soon as that stream was over, he was going to jump on her and kiss every inch of her body, just because she looked so beautiful that day.
- "Are you guys planning on having kids?"- (Y/N) read and turned all kinds of pink. There was a silence between the couple as they just looked at each other and shrugged.
- "We'd make cute babies"- Matthew answered- "And we could clearly keep them entertained."
(Y/N) laughed and shook her head.
- "We are not streaming that!!"
- "What?"
- "The baby-making part!"- she joked, and Gubler blushed, laughing and falling back on the blanket.
- "That idea never crossed my mind!"
- "I had to say it! Just in case"- (Y/N) argued and chuckled.
She had thought about having babies in the last few months. But getting pregnant during a pandemic didn't sound like a good idea.
Or was it?
- "Ok, everybody. We are signing out for today"- Gubler announced and waved at the camera- "Take care, stay in your house this weekend, and we'll come back maybe next week."
- "Maybe people can suggest what they'd like to see"- (Y/N) said and looked at Gubler, smiling back at her.
- "I'll leave the option in one of my stories so that you can leave your suggestions. See you!!"
The livestream was over. Gubler left his phone aside and looked at his wife. She was sipping her coffee and fidgeting with her fingers on the fabric of her jeans.
- "We would make cute babies, though,"- Matthew whispered and watched her beam at those words. That was all he needed to know.
- "You would spoil them so much"- (Y/N) replied, giggling.
- "Only because they will be just like you, and I love to spoil you so much"- he opened his arms, and (Y/N) leaned in, resting her body against his.
- "So... do you wanna have a baby Gub?"- she whispered against his chest- her voice was muffled, but he heard her clearly.
- "I think I do. You?"- Gubler answered, feeling his heart beating faster.
- "Me too."
(Y/N) muttered and giggled. Matthew looked at her and leaned in a little closer, kissing her lips sweetly.
It was a massive step for them, and they were very excited to do it.
- "Do you wanna start now?"- Matthew suggested, and (Y/N) blushed immediately- "I mean... I was going to suggest sex before, but now..."
- "The sooner, the better, Gubler,"- (Y/N) replied and bit her lips- "After all, we are gonna have to do a lot of practice before we succeed."
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Under the Sheets
(not my gif)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Prompt: 9) There’s only one bed, and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling
Requester: Anonymous
Summary: Bucky spends more time out of his dorm than in it with how much his roommate amorously makes love to his girlfriend. Luckily, his cute across-the-hall neighbor is generous about lending her place to him. Bucky’s unsure if he wants to hug or kiss his roommate for putting him in the situation he is in now.
Note: Thank you for sending this in! :) This trope is the OG.
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You would say that every meeting you've had with James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes is always a series of unfortunate events.
The first time was when you were locked outside of your dorm room because you're an idiot without a roommate. Since it wasn't your first incident, you were very reluctant to call the campus security guard to let you in. You're pretty sure he hates you.
Luckily, across the hall, you had some new neighbors.
"You must be James-"
"Bucky, please," he offers you an easy, charming smile.
"Bucky, nice to meet you," you smiled back.
You had been standing outside your door for quite sometime when Bucky came back, explaining how Steve was out with his girlfriend. As it would be, Bucky knew how to pick a locked door open. You only got a laugh when you asked him about such questionable skills he had.
The next time you met Bucky was when you spilled your grocery bags all over the floor before entering into your building. Bucky seemed to just arrive home from his afternoon classes.
"This is so embarrassing," you muttered with flushed cheeks as Bucky helped you pick everything up.
"Well, no use crying over spilled milk."
"I haven't bought milk," you joked, causing him to laugh. Bucky had helped you carry your groceries in.
"No roommate?" He looked around the place, seeing how the extra room you had turned into a study room.
"Nope! Well, I mean, I had one earlier in the year, but she moved out after 3 months to transfer to another university. They didn't assign me with anyone else."
"Lucky," Bucky sighed.
"Roommate problems?" You raised your brow. You had come to know that Bucky and Steve have been friends since they were in diapers, now seemingly grown and going to university together too.
It seemed hard to believe the two friends would not like rooming together.
"Not problems, per se," Bucky licked his lips. "Just Steve likes to bring Peggy over a lot, and she stays the night often. I guess her roommate is kind of a psychopath."
You nodded slowly and understandingly. It was probably difficult to get studying done or sleep with hearing your roommate fuck at night.
"Well," you offer him a nervous smile, "you are always welcome here if you need the space to study."
"Thanks, doll."
It seems after that, Bucky took your offer quite seriously. Over the next few weeks, he would show up to your place in the evening needing some quiet to work on his papers and upcoming tests.
You certainly didn't mind the company, sometimes having the place to yourself could be a little lonely when everyone else had their roommates to hang out with.
It was almost kind of nice—an easy friendship brewing between the two of you.
The thought of dating never really crossed your mind because you weren't ignorant of the fact that Bucky was wildly popular across campus. Steve was too, but Peggy Carter was also wildly popular herself, making them a dream couple.
So, all sorts of people were trying to put themselves on Bucky's radar.
And, well, you were just you.
You were just flittering through your university life. You had friends, of course, game nights were on Friday, and went out on the occasional weekend to drink.
Really, the only time you got to spend time with Bucky was within your dorm building.
"I brought takeout!" Bucky holds up thick bags with food. You can smell the contents right away and smile.
"Thai food?" You smile, hopeful, in case you're somehow wrong.
Bucky grins at you as you let him in. He puts the bags on the counter, and you help him take the things out.
"Yeah, I saw you staring at their building while I was on the way to class the other day," he laughs. "How long did you stand there?"
You felt your cheeks warm at being caught by someone.
"Only ten minutes," you mumble.
Bucky licks his tongue against his bottom lip, smiling at you as he takes a seat.
You moan, almost a little inappropriately when you take your first bite.
"God, it's been way too long," you sigh happily as you munch away.
Bucky laughs, "For someone who likes Thai food so much, I don't see you eat it too often."
You shrug. "Thai food is one of those things where there's a lot of dishes that are shared. My friends, unfortunately, don't share my love for Thai food."
"Blasphemous!" Bucky gasps dramatically and jokingly, but you follow along with a firm nod.
"That's what I've been saying!"
Bucky grins. "Alright, how about your boyfriend?"
You roll your head over to Bucky with a look. "I think as often as you spend here, you should know by now I don't have one."
"Just checking," Bucky shrugs. "Any particular reason why?"
You quirk your brow at him. "Well, I'll tell you if you tell me why you haven't got a girl. Lord knows you don't have a shortage of options."
Bucky chuckles as he looks at you, scooping more food into your mouth. His eyes soften for just a moment.
"Just waiting on the right girl is all," he says, looking back at his food when you look up at him.
"Ah, then we're two peas in a pod," you smile, "I'm also waiting for the right person, and unfortunately, the only guys on my roster right now are frat boys."
You scrunch your face a little, and Bucky lets out a burst of laughter at your expression.
"Any particular reason for that?" He asks.
"One of my friends is in a sorority," you sigh. "She thinks she can get me to join if she shoves hot guys my way. I'm actually going to get dragged to a party on Saturday."
"Well," Bucky licks his lip, "is it working?"
"Not even in the slightest," you smirk.
Bucky grins.
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"I don't want to study anymore, my brain is melting," Bucky groans as he leans back against your couch with his head facing the ceiling.
His eyes shut as he tries to make all the words disappear from his head, and you laugh at him.
"It's only been two hours," you point out. "Don't you have a huge test on Saturday afternoon?"
"I can't," Bucky moans dramatically. "I can't anymore. I should accept my inevitable doom and fail."
You roll your eyes with a smile as you lean forward and close his books. "Alright, drama queen. I think you just need a break. Why don't we just put on a movie?"
"Annnnd, now my brain is unmelting," Bucky sits up with an excited twinkle in his eye.
You end up watching three movies, but by the third movie, you fall asleep.
Bucky sits there, eyes drifting to you with ease as the movie plays on.
You snored a little, causing him to smile involuntarily.
Alright, Bucky admits, you were just beyond adorable to him.
But finding the right person also takes time.
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Friday night is game night.
Your friends get much too rowdy as you try to quiet them down, knowing Bucky is probably trying to study across the hall.
One of your friends drinks way too much and ends up passing out on the couch, dead to the world.
"Alright, let's call it a night," you yawn as you stand up and stretch. It's well past 1 AM as your friends get up.
"Should we wake him?" One of your friends asks.
"Nah, just leave him. I don't even know if he will wake up," you and your friends share a quick laugh as they leave your building.
"Don't forget we have the party tomorrow," your friend, Mary Jane, pulls you in for a hug.
"Right," you drawl, "Another attempt to find me a gross, frat boyfriend?"
"I mean, show me another guy on your roster, and I won't try to drag you to these parties," Mary Jane laughs.
You made some noise of agreement as you pat her back before she lets go, walking to the door and giving you a little wave before leaving.
You stretch again before you go to your closet to bring out an extra blanket and set it over your friend. You grab a glass of water and some Advil because you know that poor sucker will feel it tomorrow.
You look in the fridge and groan when you see you've run out of eggs. Typically, you wouldn't mind getting them in the morning, but your friend was someone who needed food immediately when they were hungover. You weren't willing to wake up any earlier to get the eggs in the morning, so you closed the fridge and got ready to head to the 24-hour convenience store down the block.
You were casually scrolling through your phone as you left your apartment. When you opened the door, you could hear some...sounds from Bucky's apartment, and you felt instant pity for the man. You were ready to leave the building when a figure sitting in the lobby scared the shit out of you.
"Holy fuc--Bucky?"
Bucky looked up with slightly bleary eyes, and it looks like he was still studying as he had his textbook in his lap along with his notebook.
"Oh, what are you doing down here?" He asked, sounding rather tired.
"What are you doing down here?" You retorted. "It's almost 2 AM. Don't you have a huge test tomorrow?"
"...Steve and Peggy had a fight..." Bucky pressed his lips together, and you don't need to ask further that the noises you heard earlier were them making up.
You wheedle from foot to foot while you look at Bucky. He looks exhausted, and you feel awful he's been sitting out here for God knows how long.
"How long were you out here for?"
"I don't know," Bucky shrugs, "Couple hours?"
You sigh. "Why didn't you just let me know. You could've come over."
"It was game night for you, wasn't it?" Bucky blinks because he was pretty sure he saw your sorority friend leave about 10 minutes ago.
You let out a pretty deep sigh, holding your hand out in front of him.
He scrunches his brows.
"C'mon," you wiggle your fingers, "come get some eggs with me, and you can crash at my place tonight."
Bucky gives you a light grin as he closes his textbook and grabs your hand as you put very little effort into pulling him up.
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There's a body.
In the place where Bucky thought he was going to sleep.
You don't seem to pay any mind to it as you put the eggs and orange juice away in the fridge.
Bucky is thinking a mile a minute.
The couch was taken, and the extra room you had was turned into a study room.
Was he supposed to sleep on the carpet? Were you going to give him a sleeping bag?
"Hey," Bucky grabs your attention, "Where should I crash?"
You shut the fridge door, running your hand through your hair as you make your way to your room.
"We can just bunk in the same bed," you say with a shrug, and Bucky thinks he might have a heart attack.
"You're okay with that?" Bucky asks slowly.
You shrug again, "Yeah, I bunk with people all the time. Don't you? It's like part of the university experience."
Bucky doesn't know how to say that he's probably doing more than just sleeping when he bunks with someone.
You turn around and lean at your doorframe, quirking your brow with a smirk.
"Don't tell me you aren't enough of an adult to share a bed with me."
Getting a rise out of Bucky seems to work as Bucky stalks into your bedroom.
"I'll show you an adult," he mutters childishly, and you roll your eyes with a smile.
And although Bucky says such big words, he's lying stiff as a board on the bed. He lies as close to the edge as possible without falling with his back turned to you, and you can't help but chuckle a little.
"You can unclench, you know. I hardly doubt you'll get some rest if you lie there like a metal rod," you say, but you're also lying pretty close to the edge with your back turned to him, though not as stiff.
It's silent for a moment, but eventually, you feel the bed shift a little as Bucky relaxes.
It's silent again, and you feel yourself starting to fall asleep.
"Who was that on your couch?" Bucky asks, breaking the silence.
"Hm?" You hum, opening your eyes slightly. "Oh, just a friend. He usually doesn't come to game night, but his boyfriend is visiting back home this weekend. He went a little too hard on the drinks."
"He's gay?"
"Yeah, got a problem?" You ask almost daring Bucky to say he does.
"Definitely not," Bucky smiles.
It's silent again.
"So--"
"Go to sleep, dumbass, you have a test in the morning," you say without opening your eyes. You hear Bucky chuckle softly.
"Goodnight, doll."
"Goodnight," you smile.
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Warm.
Bucky felt warm. Maybe a little too warm.
He hasn't opened his eyes yet, but he can feel sunlight hitting his face and hear the birds chirping outside.
Bucky takes a deep breath in and feels shifting in his arms. He moves a little, pulling the warmth in closer.
He roughly hums in the back of his throat when he feels lips press against his collarbone.
It hits him like a freight train.
Bucky immediately opens his eyes, his body becoming rigid again as you come into view.
What started with the two of you sleeping at the furthest edges of the bed with your backs turned to each other ended up being the very opposite.
Sometime during the middle of the night, the two of you gravitated towards the middle of the bed. You were wrapped up in his arms, head just under his chin. He could feel your breath on the base of this throat, and it was giving him goosebumps.
Your hands were wrapped around his back, gripping his shirt slightly. Bucky couldn't even move too much with your legs intertwined with his. A groan wanted to escape his lips with his thigh wedged between your legs.
Bucky tried to move slowly without waking you.
He really did.
But then you let out a whine, holding him tighter and clenching your legs to lock his thigh in.
"Stop moving," you whined.
God, Bucky doesn't think he'll make it. He's already got morning wood, and this is too much.
He calls your name in an attempt to wake you up.
"Doll, you gotta get up, I have a test soon," he says instead when you hardly react to him calling your name.
This time, you do blearily open your eyes with a huff.
You untangle yourself from him as Bucky lets out a quiet sigh of relief. Sitting up, you let out a yawn and let out a big stretch, your shirt riding a little up as you do.
You look at your clock.
"Alright, there's about an hour before your test. Eat some breakfast before you go."
"It's really fin--"
"Break. fast."
You leave the room, and Bucky is left sitting there by himself. The morning passes quickly as you make breakfast. The sounds nor the smell seem to wake your friend up.
"Good luck on your test!" You smile at him as you make him a breakfast sandwich for him to go.
Bucky smiles back with a 'thanks' before he leaves your place confused.
Did this morning not affect you at all? Did you not see him as a man?
Bucky was distracted during the whole test.
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You held your smile until you heard the footsteps fade from your door.
After that, you nearly screamed. You stalked over to your hungover friend and whipped a pillow into his face.
"Ack!" He wakes up, nearly falling off the couch. He groans instantly when he sees your face.
"I'm so hungover, oh my god," your friend moans.
Your face feels hot as it's flushed in embarrassment. "This is all your fault for drinking too much and crashing on the couch! I should've pushed you onto the floor!"
You let out a groan before you stalked off to the washroom, closing the door.
Your friend sits up, looking at the plate of eggs and bacon on the table.
"What'd I do?"
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The entire day leading up to the party is spent with you trying to contain your embarrassment. You're trying to repress the memory of being pressed up against Bucky and clingy.
You didn't hear from Bucky after his test, and you were much too mortified to say anything, so you hadn't texted him either.
"You look constipated, please take some shots and relax," Mary Jane hands you tequila with a lime slice.
You shoot back the shot without hesitation.
"Alright," Mary Jane whistles, "Do I even want to know what's got your panties in a knot?"
"Nope," you shake your head.
"Alright, fair enough. Get some more drinks and mingle!" Mary Jane turns her attention past you. You look behind and see her current boyfriend, Harry, enter the room with kegs.
You sigh when Mary Jane looks at you with puppy eyes.
"Go," you tell her. She squeals and kisses you on the cheek before rushing off.
You do flitter through the party, catching up with some friends, and getting some drinks.
As embarrassed as you are, the last thing you want is to get sloppy, so you don't overdo it.
But as you already know, luck is never on your side.
Especially when you see Bucky walking into the party. People are getting excited and rushing up to say hi to him because Bucky rarely goes to frat parties.
The two of you lock eyes instantly, and the memory of this morning rushes back, and you wished the ground would open up and swallow you.
'Play it cool,' you tell yourself as you turn back to the group of people you're standing with.
You're not even sure what they've been talking about, and there's no way you could focus on that now.
Bucky doesn't seem to be rushing up to you either. He's drinking a beer with Harry as a crowd surrounds them.
You can see girls in the back looking at him and whispering, and you feel the burn in your gut now for some reason.
God, were you such a cliché that sharing a bed with Bucky actually made you think that way about him?
The night seems to continue on, and even though you keep catching eyes with Bucky, neither of you seems willing to make the first move.
You head over to the bar to get more drinks when someone approaches you and orders you a drink.
You internally groan.
Brock Rumlow.
A real piece of work.
He made it into Theta Chi, well-known to be a troublemaker.
He was known to sleep around and make unwanted advances towards girls and was hardly passing his classes.
Brock had turned his attention to you lately, which you flat out rejected him. It helped that you were friends with Mary Jane, who was dating Harry, the president of Theta Chi, and could tell Brock to back off.
But Brock Rumlow liked to push his boundaries.
"You look pretty good tonight, did you dress pretty for me?" He smirks at you, and you roll your eyes.
"Fuck off, Rumlow. I already told you I'm not interested," you look away, not bothering to take the drink he ordered for you.
"Now don't be like that, you haven't even gotten to know me yet," Brock leans against the counter close to you.
"And as I've explicitly told you, no," you whip your head back and glare at him.
You're about to walk off and see if you could find Mary Jane and Harry when Brock grabs your arm.
"What the fuck-" You start to say when another arm comes into view, grabbing Brock's wrist.
You look over to see Bucky standing there with his lip pressed into a thin line as he grips Brock's wrist hard enough until he lets go.
"Ow--what's your problem, dude?" Brock holds his wrist before shaking the pain off.
"Keep your hands off her," Bucky cocks his brow as he stands in front of you.
"How about you mind your business," Brock glares at him. "What? Are you her boyfriend?"
Bucky is standing so close to you that you can see his muscles tense, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around him from behind.
"Yes," you interrupt as Bucky lifts his arm over you and then around you so that you're tucked by his side. "He is my boyfriend."
You look up with a loving smile, trying to play the part when you find Bucky's steel-blue eyes gazing back at you.
He licks his lips, teeth dragging over his bottom lip, you swear so slowly before he smirks and looks back at Brock.
"So," Bucky keeps smiling, "fuck off."
"You could've just said you had a boyfriend," Brock grumbles at you like it's your fault somehow.
"My girlfriend doesn't have to say anything. Do you need to be taken back to elementary school to understand what 'no' or 'I'm not interested' means?" Bucky cocks his brow, and Brock sneers at him.
He looks like he wants to cause a scene, but Bucky is a well-known guy around campus, even if he's not in a fraternity house. Brock knows nothing good would come from starting a fight with Bucky, and he's already on thin ice with Harry.
And Bucky knows that.
So, he turns to you with a smile.
"C'mon, doll, let's get out of here."
As you get ready to leave, Bucky turns to Brock once more with a steely look on his face.
"Stay the fuck away from my girl."
Bucky actually leads you out of the party, saying a brief goodbye to Harry and Mary Jane, who wiggles her brows at you, and you're so grateful to have left.
The two of you walk silently but slowly back to the apartment, and you've got your arms wrapped around your midsection.
You cough, bringing Bucky's attention to you as you come to a stop under the streetlight.
"Thanks," you say a little awkwardly, "for you know, playing along."
Bucky smiles lightly.
"If those are the kind of guys on your roster, I think you should expand your horizons a little."
"Not all of us can have a guy like you on our list, but I'll take that under advisement."
You laugh, trying to play it off as a joke because even though it was all just pretend for a moment, being pressed up against Bucky as his girlfriend shouldn't have felt as good as it did.
"You can add me to your roster."
The words were said so smoothly you had almost missed it. You turn your head to Bucky, who's standing there with his hands in his pockets.
"What?" You say unsurely, convinced you might've heard him wrong.
"I told you I was waiting for the right girl," Bucky smiles, "I'm waiting for you, doll."
You feel an explosion of butterflies in your stomach, cheeks heating up as you process Bucky's words.
Every meeting you've had with Bucky is a series of unfortunate events.
And perhaps between every moment, while waiting for the right guy to come along, it only took waking up in his arms to realize maybe he was there all along.
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❛ YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE ❜
✨ REQUEST: hermanikiiiiiii i wanted to request you the prompt number 1 with coco cruz!!thank you, love you muchisisimoooooo💕💕
✨ PROMPTS: “Wait, you love me? Like Garfield loves Lasagna?”
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When you heard that Coco had been shot, your heart suddenly stopped. It was four days ago in some kind of dog's fight, as Chuckie told you at the scrapyard. Bishop needed someone to take care of him while they were investigating what happened, so you offered yourself without doubting it.
Much to your regret, you are only two good friends, even if you feel more things that you can't explain, about which you haven't talked with anyone. And thanks to your work in the hospital, you managed a room only for him, so he could rest as much as he wanted, as much as he needed. But your back hurts like hell after being sleeping on the sofa, close to the bed, just to make sure that you were able to attend to all his necessities for minimal they were.
These days there, you have learned a lot about him, about his curiosities, about his fears; spending his time awake talking with you to keep his mind entertained, to not think about the pain in his lower abdomen. Your mates took the bullet in a jiffy, but, normally, the sorrow remains for a couple of weeks. Luckily, he only complained when the hour of the next turn of medicines was close.
You have tried to not think about your feelings the time you were in the hospital, but it was impossible. All you wanted to do was to lie by his side on the bed, embrace him between your arms and kiss him, having to conform yourself with holding his hand and resting your cheek on the mattress. Your eyes have never left his eyes, not even when he was sleeping, on alert in case of an unforeseen because of pain, or an infection, or God who knows. You were really paranoid.
“You ready?”
Coco glared at you, slightly tilting his head. You had asked the same question five times in the last two minutes. Offering him a hand to secure himself, the mexican put down from the hospital bed, ready to leave and go home. Angel and Gilly had cleaned his house, even if you insisted to Bishop that you could do it. But he asked you back to stay with him till the next morning, so he wouldn't stay the night alone until they came back from the other side of the border.
Two knocks in the opened door brought you back to reality from your own thoughts, in the meantime that you helped Coco to wear his leather kutte. Directing your tired eyes to the entrance of the room, you found three Vicki's girls, happily waving their hands. Raising an eyebrow confused and your lips pressed, they came in without asking.
“Papi, we've missed you”. The latin and playful tone of voice from Mariela, as she swung her hips to your friend, gave you shivers.
In just one sight, your presence was pushed to the background. These girls hadn't even called to ask about his state of health and, now, they were there as if they did all the work you did —delighted, of course. Trying to keep calm, you put Coco's clothes into his bag, zipping it when everything is ready.
“No te preocupes, we take care of him now”. Carolina sentenced with contempt and superiority, grabbing his stuff ready to abandon the hospital.
“Yeah, mami. Go home and rest”. His words hurt. More than a bullet.
Preferring their company besides yours let you know that he hadn't taken in count what you did. And yes, you did it because you wanted, but you also thought that maybe could mean a step ahead. But it wasn't. Not saying a word, doing anything but a simple nod with your chin, you grabbed your bag to step out from there. Ashamed. Feeling stupid.
Two weeks have passed and Coco has come back to the clubhouse. This time you have been doing extra shifts to compensate for your lost days taking care of him, almost walking like a zombie from home to work, and from work to home. So, when Bishop invites you to a party in his honor, you decline it. You are too tired physically to assist and tired mentally for foolishness. What is the point of going to a party to see Coco having fun with those bitches? You have had enough after two weeks without receiving a single text to thank you or to know how you are. He hasn't even cared about the fact that you haven't shown up in the club for two weeks. That's the little he thinks in your friendship.
Zapping from one channel to another, you try to find something to watch. A movie, a tv show, whatever that helps to distract your mind, while you enjoy thai noodles with beef. Finally finding an action movie, you cover yourself with a cozy blanket, grabbing the cardboard box to start your dinner. The ringtone of your phone interrupts your calm, with Coco's name on the screen. At first, you don't want to answer, but he continues insisting for more than three long minutes. Hanging up and calling again. With a furious growl installed in your throat, you leave over the table your dinner to grab your phone.
“The fuck means you aren' comen'?”
He doesn't even let you say hi or how are you.
“It means that I'm tired and I have to work at five”.
“I don' think one damn beer reverses your sleeping schedule, Yo' Grace”.
“Fuck you, Jonathan. I've been working double shifts to cover the hours I was taking care of you in th—”.
“Nobody asked you to do it”.
Eyes widened and your heart racing. You can't believe he just said that.
“Yeah, nobody did. But your hermanos preferred to be on the other side of the border. Your putas preferred to be partying and sucking dicks in Vicki's. And your mamá sent me pal' carajo when I called to tell her what happened. I did it because I was your friend. Because I cared about you. Because seeing you there with… all those tubes was killing me. That shit continues giving me nightmares every fucking night. But you shit on that. You kicked me as soon as your putas came to the hospital”. You don't know when you have started to cry, more than because of the rage than because of the sadness. “I'm sorry if I'm too tired to drink a fucking beer, but my job is more important than a person who doesn't give a shit about me, who hasn't called or text me in two weeks, who only wants my company when no one else is around. Have fun in your damn party and fuck all those whores to thank them for picking you up from the hospital, but didn't care about how you were after being shot”.
Hanging up, you toss the phone somewhere on the table, wrapping your body with the blanket and lying down on the sofa. Trying to contain the tears, the only thing you earn is to cry bitterness. You can't understand why he only has noticed your absence at the party. What has changed? Probably it was his egocentrism working, wanting to be surrounded by a lot of people, not caring if they're his friends or not. But you're done being his lapdog.
About to fall asleep, the angry hits in the main door make you suddenly wake up agitated.
“Open up!”
The rage is consuming you again after hearing the strong mexican accent, taking three long strides towards it to receive him with your reddened crystal eyes.
“What the fuck 'you want now? Haven't you had enough beating myself up?”
“You're fuckin' dramatic”. He spits in your face, stopping with a foot the slam to his about to close the door again. “I didn't talk to you because you were working, bu' you didn't talk to me either”.
“Yeah, because you were served with your bitches. Go fuck yourself, Jonathan”.
“Don' call me like that again”. Coco grunts taking a step into your house. “You had to work, they came to cover your back”.
“Oh, please, don't make me laugh. They just wanted to have the credits of taking care of you, so you will expend more money with them. That's the only thing they care about you. Wake up from your world of fantasy, Coco. If you weren't part of the MC, you wouldn't be a shit for them; just another fucking soldier with a broken home”. You can't help but push his chest with both hands, driven by anger.
At first, he doesn't say anything. He looks thoughtful, being aware of the truth in your words. And it hurts that you have to be the one to open his eyes. The problem is that you weren't thinking while talking, pulling your gaze away from him and pressing your trembling lips, one against the other.
“I'm sorry”. You babble, cleaning your tears with the back of your left hand. “I didn't mea—”.
“But you said so”. Coco interrupts you with a husky tone of voice, bristling every inch of skin of your anatomy. “That's wha' I am without my kutte. An ex-soldier, a criminal, an outlaw. I spend my money on them because they take care of me, one way or another”.
“I did it too”.
“So, what? What you want? Money? Tell me an amount”.
Squinting at him, you can't help but chuckle with a painful and bitter laugh.
“I did it because I love you, not because I want your money”. You confess, knowing there's no going back. “I don't care about your money, nor your job, nor about your kutte. I love you because you make me happy. After all, for me, there's nothing better than a hug of yours, because you… you are simply amazing. You're intelligent, funny, loyal. And I wish that you could see yourself through my eyes, Coco”.
He, not saying anything, is killing you slowly. Barely breathing, you cross your arms over your chest to hide the fact that your lungs aren't receiving any air.
“I thought that after being shot, you realized you only live once. And that… after being those… boring days with me, you realized that you preferred the company of these other girls. The funny part of being alive. So I just pulled myself away”. Taking a small pause, you bow down your head, cleaning your tears again. “These weeks have been torture. I've written you a lot of texts that I haven't sent… and I've been a lot of times about to call you. But 'you know that… feeling when you think... the other person is not gonna answer you, because maybe is too busy for you? That shit has been destroying me”.
Hoping that Coco finally is going to speak, he remains silent. Looking at you openmouthed, processing all the information you have just give him.
“Can you, ple—please, say something?” You beg almost shaking.
“Wait, you… love me? Like… Garfield loves lasagna?”
Raising your eyes, pouting at him, you know that he's trying to make you laugh after understanding all the pain you have been through. Lonely. Without talking about it with anyone.
“I'm sorry, mami… I just… fuck”.
Cupping your cheeks onto his hands, Coco slams his lips on yours, tasting the salty tears you have shed because of him. The sloppy kisses bring some more air to your lungs, calming your racing pulse and making you feel less unhappy. As your fingers get intertwined in his shirt, crinkling under your grip, he urges you to walk backward so he can close the main door with a kick.
“God knows I'm so fuckin' sorry… Please, forgive me”. Coco's whispers brush your lips, keeping his eyes closed just like yours. “I'm gonna take care of you now, okay?”.
Nodding in silence, you place your arms around his middle back, hiding your face into his chest. His strong scent brings you back to life, while his arms wrap you tightly to comfort all the pain he has provoked you without knowing it.
“I just want you, ma'. No one else. Just you”.
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Like Real People Do. Chapter 6
*Gif not mine*
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Rating: M, eventually will be smut.
Words: 2.8k
Warnings: Semi-angst, a lot of cursing, Kinda nsfw language. Body image issues
Request: OPEN/CLOSED
A.N This chapter made me cry while writing it and it’s a long one. Message to be on Taglist. Much love, Cia
Chapter 6: Before those hands pulled me from the earth?
You wake up the next morning to knocking at your front door, Garbage immediately running out of the bed in search of the sound, probably hoping it was someone with food.
You groggily walk to the door in your pajamas and open it, it’s Spencer. Standing in his typical cardigan over a dress shirt, messenger bag clenched tightly in his grasp.
“Spen, what’re you doing here?” You ask, sleepily.
“I-uh, I know today’s going to be rough, I just thought you maybe didn’t want to go in alone.” He says, nervously. “It’s stupid, I’ll just go-” He starts to turn but you grasp his wrist, tugging him down so you could peck his cheek, you smile at the instant blush that spreads across his cheeks.
“Thanks for thinking of me but I still have to shower and get dressed. Do you mind making coffee?” You ask, Spencer shakes his head no before walking to where he knew your kitchen was.
You go into your bathroom and undress slowly in front of your full length mirror. It had been a big selling point when they showed you the apartment, but you kept covered it in newspaper the second you moved in. You hated your reflection, often reminded you of that night and your time with Gabriel. Large raised scars adorned your abdomen and sides, and if you could turn and see they’d be all over your back too. Stray tears fell from your face. Your mom would always tell you how beautiful your skin naturally was. How women her age would pay just for their skin to look like yours again.
You knew she’d be disgusted with how it looked now.
You sighed heavily before stepping into the hot stream of your shower.
When you come out, you dress blandly in a simple gray button up black slacks and blazer. You put your hair in a tight bun and opt to wear your glasses instead of trying contacts. Typically, this is boring and not your style at all but Hotch and Rossi had briefed you on how you should dress and act today. To look exactly the opposite of what attracted you to him in the first place, to be sensible and adult.
You come out and Spencer is leaning against your kitchen counter, sipping from a mug with one hand and petting Garbage who was sitting happily on the counter next to him. When he sees you, he smiles and hands you another mug. You cautiously take a sip. It’s made exactly how you like it.
Of course it is.
You lean against the other counter across from him and listen absently as he tells you facts about cats, still affectionately petting Garbage. The whole thing feels domestic and scarily, right. Normally, you get antsy when people are comfortable in your space but Spencer just seems to fit. Like it’s exactly where he was meant to be.
“Are you ready to go?” He asks as a while. You had almost forgotten why he was here in the first place. You nod, and the two of you walk outside to your car.
You drive silently, Spencer chatting amicably in the passenger seat. You could tell he was trying to distract you, you welcomed that. It was only a matter of time before you saw the entrance to the FBI parking garage.
You drove straight past it.
“Uh, Y/N… That was the turn.” He says, warily.
“I know, I just needed to circle the block really quick.” You say, He nods understandingly, You blow a breath as you circle the block. You see the entrance in sight.
You drive straight past it again.
“Fuck!” You swear. “I’ve got it this time, I swear.”
“You can take your time, Y/N/N.” Spencer says, softly.
“No, I can’t!” You say, looking over at the man next to you. He looks at you with a soft expression. “And God, stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what, Y/N.”
“With pity!” You yell. “You all look at me like I’m going to break any second and this was the exact reason I didn’t want you guys to know in the first place. I’m still me, I’m still more than capable of doing my job. I’ve interviewed serial killers before, so stop looking at me like that!”
“I’m not looking at you like anything, Y/N.” He says.
“Spencer, we both know I’m not an idiot. Yes, you are.”
“Ok, maybe I am!” He raises his voice back at you. You turn your eyes off the road for a second to look incredulously at him. He never raises his voice at you. “But that’s only because you went from being the smartest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met to being the strongest as well.
You pull into the garage silently when he says that. You pull into a space quickly, throwing your car into park. You look up at him to see he’s already looking at you with so much adoration, you’ve never seen that on him before.
“Thank you.” You say quietly.
“You’re welcome.” He smiles, getting out of the car.
You follow him to meet your fate.
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The two of you head straight for Hotch’s Office. He opts to wait outside while Hotch and Rossi go over how you should act with him once he’s in interrogation. Be indifferent, don’t show any emotion and if you do, don’t let that emotion be fear. You still being fearful of him is what gets him off. You nod and mumble “Yes, sir.” as you walk out, you realize you should’ve waited. Spencer was there waiting for you but so was he. Being escorted off the elevator by two guards, Gabriel Ferguson is walking through the bullpen towards interrogation. He looks up at the catwalk, sees you and smiles. You feel sick to your stomach suddenly.
“Hey, don’t look at him. Look at me.” Spencer says. His hand moves under your chin, tilting your head so you’re looking in his eyes. The action itself is so intimate that you can’t help the doe-eyed admiring look you give back to him. “You’re safe okay, no one here is going to let anything happen to you. I’m right here and I’m also going to be right behind that glass. Nothing’s going to happen. You’re going to get the address, then he’s going to go under the needle and you’re going to move on with your life, ok?” He reassures you. You nod back at him. Hotch clears his throat behind you guys, causing you to take a step away from each other.
“You ready, Y/N?” He asks.
You sigh. “As I’ll ever be.”
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You follow Hotch into the interrogation room, where you see him sitting. The smug look that always adorned his face. He stands, cuffs around his feet and hands.
“Beloved--” He greets.
“Sit down!” Hotch instantly yells, the man falls back into his seat.
“Hotch, I’m fine. You can go.”
“Yea, Hotch.” He says, venomously. “She’s a big girl.”
Hotch gives him an angry look that could cut steel, as he cuffs the man to the table in front of you. He looks at you, softly. “I’m right outside.” He turns and exits, leaving you alone with your monster.
You sit, sitting a legal pad on the table next to you keeping the pen next to it. You then lean back and pull out your phone.
Gabriel says nothing, neither do you. You sit in silence, he watches you as you keep your focus on the screen in front of you.
After 5 minutes, he snaps. “Am I boring you?” He asks.
“Yes.” You say, looking into his eyes before turning back to your phone.
“Come on, Play fair, Beloved.” He says, in that voice that always made bile come up every time you thought about it. “The deal was I give up the location if you talk to me.”
“No, the deal was if you give the location of the bodies, You get to talk to me. I don’t have anything to say to you.” You turn your attention back to your phone. “Oh, and you will call me Agent Y/L/N, or nothing at all.”
After another minute, he snaps banging his hands against the table. It startles you for a second before you fix back to your bored expression. “What could possibly be more important that you need to be on your phone right now?” He says, angrily. You’ve forgotten how angry he could get and how scary that was but you didn’t let him win.
“Lunch actually.” You say looking into his eyes with a bored expression. “I’m thinking of getting Thai. I think this’ll take, what… 30 at most so if I order it now then it’ll probably get here by the time we’re done.”
He slams his hands again. This time you don’t react, expecting it “Put your phone away now!” You roll your eyes. “You know, I don’t like being disobeyed, Beloved.”
You do get off your phone but place it on the table in front of you, not wanting to show him an ounce of obedience. “I’ve already told you, It’s Agent Y/L/N”
“Ah yes, Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N.” He says, in a sickly tone. “Followed in daddy’s footsteps, huh? Let’s hope you don’t meet the same fate.”
That throws you off a bit but you try not to let it show. “Considering you’ll be dead in what? 23 hours? I don’t think I will.”
He has the nerve to chuckle. “Aw come on, Beloved. You won’t mourn me when I’m gone?”
“No, I was actually thinking of throwing a party.”
“That’s not true, there were times when you enjoyed our time together.”
You look at him, angrily. “I did not enjoy a single second with you.” You say, coldly.
He leans back. “I saw him, you know.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“Him.” He says, as if that was supposed to give you some sort of indication. “Up on the catwalk with you. I saw how you looked at him. Boyfriend, I’m assuming?”
You don’t give him any reaction to what he said but you knew he was talking about Spencer.
“Co-worker.” You say.
“Don’t lie to me, Beloved.”
“I’m not.” You say, growing irritated.
“I’ve worked a lot of jobs in this lifetime and I can tell you I’ve never looked at a ‘coworker’ like that.” He says, smirking “And I bet he’s right behind that glass. Do you think he’d like to know how you were back then. How you would beg for my cock? How you would scream?”
“Stop.” You say, quietly.
Spencer’s jaw clenched in the other room, he was seething mad and everyone else in the room could tell.
“You gotta pull her out, Hotch.”
“She’s fine, Spencer.” Hotch says. “If I thought she wouldn’t be, she wouldn’t still be in there. Let her do her job.” Hotch looks Spencer in his eyes. “Do you need to leave?” He asked.
“No, sir.” Spencer said, turning his attention back to the scene unfolding in front of him.
“You were always so good back then, so good and pure. Always wet and ready for me when I got home. I wonder, what he’ll have to say when he sees you, if he hasn’t already, when he sees just how much I ruined you.”
“ENOUGH!” You snap, angrily. “You didn’t ruin me! I ruined you.” He looks at you confused. “You think we didn’t find your little manifesto? With your brilliant plan to kill 2 agents and their daughter then kill yourself? You thought that would make you famous, didn’t you? That you’d go down like Dahmer and Bundy? Well, guess what, asshole? I had them seal the records, no one even knows what you did and as a bigger fuck you, I’m. Still. Alive. And you had to live the past 10 years and now the next 22 hours and 22 minutes, knowing that you are exactly what your parents always said you were, a fucking pathetic failure.” You’re seething, you know you weren’t supposed to do this but you don’t care at this point. You played his game for too long, in fact, you played it for 10 years. “And my scars only show me that despite your best wishes I’m still living. And when they stick that needle in your arm finally, I’m going to get a coffee, or read a book, or ride a bike. I’m going to do every single thing a living person does. Because in the end, You did not win. I did.”
You stand up grabbing your things to leave. Hotch is already entering before you can turn and go. He looks at you in concern but your eyes are only focused on Ferguson’s
“There’s an old pig farm off route 100. I’d check the flooring of the barn if I were you.” He says. You immediately go to exit the room. “And Beloved?” You stop, but you don’t turn around to meet his eyes. “Of all the girls, you were my favorite.”
On that, you do turn. “Go fuck yourself.” You say, leaving him and hopefully, the past behind you.
You speed walk away, you hear Spencer calling your name behind but you speed walk away from him into the file room. The tears you’d been holding all day come back with a vengeance as a sob tears through you. Suddenly, you feel arms around you and you know it’s Spencer.
“Spencer, let me go. I’m fine.”
He’s reluctant but he does let go. “No, you’re not, Y/N.” He says, looking into your eyes. “It’s ok. You did so good in there.”
The sob rips through you again, this time Spencer keeps his hands to himself, unsure if you want to be touched. “You saw?” You asked, He nodded sadly. “So, you heard what he said, what I did.”
“You didn’t do anything, Y/N.” He says, looking into your eyes. “You did what you had to to survive. No one’s judging you for that.”
“He’s right though.” You say, tears streaming down your face. “He ruined me.”
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s true!” You snap. “Look at me, I’m a fucking wreck. I have nightmares all the fucking time, I can’t even look at my own reflection for long without getting sick, I can’t date because every time I do, I’m afraid they’ll finally see me and see this broken, horrifying, disgusting monster he left behind. I-” your rant is cut off by Spencer’s lips connecting to yours.
Your first kiss had been Peter Ross in the closet at your first boy/girl party in 8th grade, you remember it being wet and slimy and swearing to yourself you’d never kiss a boy again. That hadn’t been true though, you remember your high school boyfriend, Tony, who had kissed you for the first time under the bleachers of the football field. Derrick, your college sweetheart, who kissed you for the first time in the library. Danny, a summer fling who kissed you on the beach. Random boys you had the misfortune of meeting and making out with at parties. You’ve had a lot of first kisses in your life, you thought you knew exactly what they were supposed to feel like.
They’ve never felt like this.
Like fire under your skin, fireworks behind your eyes. Pulling cookies out of the oven at the right time. The smell of calm air after a hurricane.
These were some of the things you’d use to describe what it felt like kissing Spencer Reid but the action itself was still indescribable.
You groan in surprise at first, not completely sure what was happening. But when his hands caressed soft yet somehow still firmly around your face, you couldn’t help but melt right back into him. Your hands moved to his jaws while his moved from your face to grip tightly at your waist. His tongue slides along your bottom lip, you groan in surprise earning you a groan in return and a tongue in your mouth. You stay like that for a while, frenching in the file room like this was a bad Daytime drama, until he eventually pulls away. You go to follow his lips but he only pulls back more with a smile, leaning his forehead against yours. You stay like that for a moment, your hands still on his jaw, his on your waist.
“Do you-uh,” He starts. “Do you want to get dinner tonight?” He asks.
“Uh, yea.” You say, reluctantly letting him go and backing up so you can look at him properly. “Can it be Thai? Talking about it in there made me crave it.”
He nods, happily at you before following you out of the file room.
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under the mistletoe
ole miss rafe x reader
the beginning of your relationship with some misunderstandings along the way (ft. the first kiss)
yes i will continue to use the same gif of this man :)
(warnings: cursing, drinking, light editing)
Rafe texted you for the first time about a date the weekend after the Egg Bowl. You weren’t overly enthused at the prospect, he’d been a huge dick, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by him.
Dinner and a movie.
It wasn’t even a question. It was a demand, like he knew you’d say yes so there was no point in actually asking. To be fair you did plan on saying yes, but he didn’t need to know that. So, after 30 minutes, you had to make him sweat it out, you responded.
First of all, you should ask. Demanding is not the way to get a date. Second of all, if you think I’m voluntarily stepping foot in Oxford for a boy, you’re sorely mistaken.
Rafe responded almost immediately which made you feel a bit vindicated.
You’re right. I’m sorry. Meet in Jackson?
Which you could absolutely do. The two of you made plans for the following weekend to meet at the Cultivation Food Hall, and then you wanted to check out a science museum they had there. It was the inner vet major in you. And shockingly, Rafe agreed without much of a fight.
Of course it was almost too much to ask. What more could you expect from an Oxford frat douche bag, really there was no one to blame but yourself. The science museum was maybe a little bit childish, but you thoroughly enjoyed it while Rafe made it very clear he was bored.
You weren’t entirely sure what his major was, but clearly it wasn’t very sciency. There were easy hikes which cheered him up a bit, so you were glad for that, but when the two of you got in your cars to go your separate ways, you expected that to be the end.
It wasn’t, and he texted you again.
Did you make it back okay?
And when you didn’t answer, ready to leave him on read despite the warm feeling in your chest, he texted again.
I hope you had fun, I did. Can I see you again?
You walked over to your roommate’s room and dropped onto her bed with a loud, dramatic groan. She looked up from her desk where she was reading for one of her classes with an amused look, “Something wrong?”
“Rafe texted me,” you told her. She’d heard all about the date, you called her on the drive home so she had Thai takeout waiting for you when you got there, so she understood for the most part.
“And? Leave him on read if he made you that miserable today that you had to eat your weight in Thai food.”
“But, part of me wants to text him back. Like a big part of me. I don’t- explain to me.”
She snorted, “You’ve always liked toxic men.”
Your jaw dropped, but you couldn’t really argue with her there. There was nothing but the truth in her words, “Um, you didn’t have to come for me like that.”
“You needed honesty. I know you’re going to text him back, so what do you plan on saying?”
“What should I say?”
“I don’t know. I barely met him. Have your texts been super flirty?”
“Not really.”
“Do you want them to be?”
And that you had to think about. Did you really want to pursue things with this guy when you were both about to graduate in a semester.
“Maybe, I don’t know. I mean it might not go anywhere or get, like, super serious.”
She made a face, “But is that the guy you really want to pass the time with? Like you could definitely meet a nice boy here.”
You scoffed, “I’ve been here for three and a half years and haven’t managed that. May as well go for a hotty toddy.”
She sighed and gave you an amused look, “I’m a little embarrassed for you. This should be against everything you stand for.”
“It is,” you told her, slightly ashamed, “but he’s also cute.”
“Like I said, toxic men as long as they come in a pretty package.”
So, after a few hours you texted him back.
Yeah I made it, thanks. I’d like that. Maybe we can catch that movie. But no way in hell I’m going to Oxford.
His response was a little delayed, which you didn’t expect one back that night anyway, you sent it late. But just as you were almost asleep, your phone buzzed.
Fair enough. But don’t expect me to show up in Starkville anyway
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Some people in your major were throwing a Christmas party a week before Christmas, and you really were debating going. Most of them had significant others and you knew it would be pretty painful being one of the only singles drinking alone.
“So bring Rafe,” your roommate suggested when you were yet again laying on her bed to complain.
You sat up fast, head spinning a bit, “I can’t just ask him. We haven’t even been seeing each other that long. Like he hasn’t even kissed me or anything. No relationship definition at all.”
She joined you on the bed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “Okay, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but you actually really like this guy, right?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, “I’m such a hypocrite, but I really do.”
“Then ask him. You said the dates were getting better with each one. You’ve seen him every weekend for a month and some weeknights since you don’t have Friday classes.”
“What if he says no,” you whispered, “I think that’s why I’m most worried. It’ll really really hurt if he says no.”
She bit her lip, thinking, “Okay, if he asked you to be his date at some event in Oxford, would you go?”
You answered without hesitation, “I would.”
“Then ask. If he says no, I’ll go as your date and we’ll drink and have fun. But all you can assume is that he likes you as much as you like him, and he’ll say yes.”
“You’re right,” you admitted, standing from her bed, resolved, “I’m going to ask him.”
Hey Cameron, got a minute?
He answered quickly.
Sure, what’s up?
So you called him, and he answered on the second ring. Deep down you were very pleased about that.
“Hey,” he answered, “something wrong?”
“Not really, I just had a question for you.”
In hindsight, maybe you should’ve done it over text so if he did reject you, it wouldn’t be where he could actually hear your response. But the reasoning you called is so that if you got a no it wouldn’t be in a text where you could reread and over analyze that night.
“Fire away,” he cut off your spiral.
You sighed, “Okay so a few people in my major that I’ve done group projects with before are throwing a Christmas party. We all get plus ones, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.”
He hummed, “What’s the date?”
“Um, I think December 18th. If you’re going home before then, that’s totally fine. I just wanted to ask.”
“You’re willing to bring a hotty toddy to a bulldog Christmas party,” he teased, “I’m honored.”
You snorted, “Unfortunately, I am. If you want to at least, please don’t feel pressured.”
“I don’t. And I’m not going home for Christmas. I haven’t since freshman year. The reason I asked was because some of the guys in my pledge class are having a get together of our own. We did Secret Santa and it’s on the 21st so I didn’t want to miss it.”
“Oh,” you paused, “so you’ll come with me?”
“Of course,” his voice was soft, “you sound surprised.”
Your cheeks heated up, “I mean, I was kind of expecting you to say no.”
Rafe went silent, you could almost hear the gears in his head spinning as he tried to come up with a response. You were about to ask if he was okay before he responded, “You know that I like spending time with you, right?”
You tried to play your anxiety off, “I mean, I’d hope so the amount of weekends we’ve spent together so far.”
“Good. So then why do you think I’d say no?”
“I don’t know,” you chewed on your lip, “I guess we just haven’t really talked about what this is and I wasn’t sure where you are or how you feel.”
He hummed, “Okay, I understand. I’m sorry for not communicating better.”
“It’s okay, I should’ve done better too.”
“Well, now that we’re on the same page. Tell me exactly when the party is and I’ll be there.”
You hesitated, “Do you want to come the night before and stay?”
His voice was warm, when he answered, “Absolutely.”
-
“Thank god,” your roommate had said when you told her, “now I can go home early.”
Her partner was from her hometown, and they didn’t get to see each other often. She’d come to visit a few times since you and your roommate had lived together, so you had at least met her before.
“Tell her I said hey. Do you need a ride to the airport?”
“If you don’t mind.”
“I need to pick up dessert for the party anyway, so I’ll drive you to Jackson and go to Target there.”
The two of you woke up at 3 a.m. to get her to the airport by 5:30. She talked a little about her Christmas plans and then the two of you rode mostly in silence. It was kind of calming, despite being super tired.
Before she got out of the car, your roommate pulled something out of her backpack and held it out to you. You took it, frown on your face, “Is this mistletoe?”
“It is. You said Rafe hadn’t kissed you yet, put this to use.”
You shook your head, huffing out a laugh, “I don’t know about that one.”
“He’ll be at the apartment all weekend, just hang it up in the kitchen or like in the hallway leading to your room.”
“It seems cheesy.”
“It is, but that’s what makes it fun,” she insisted.
Taking the mistletoe, you set it in the cupholder, “Fine. I’ll think about it.”
She nodded, pleased enough, “Thank you.”
-
You didn’t hang the mistletoe up, but to be fair you got totally distracted by stress cleaning and baking the desserts for the party you decided to make from scratch instead of buying store bought.
Rafe wasn’t supposed to show up until that night, but there was a knock at your apartment door at 2:30, startling you. He was smiling sheepishly on the other side, “I know I’m early, but I didn’t see any point in waiting longer.”
Grinning, you stepped aside to let him in. He looked around, taking in the decorations you and your roommate set up the day after Thanksgiving. You pointed toward the hallway your room was down, “If you want to set your stuff down, my room is at the end of that hall.”
“Thanks,” he answered, bending down to kiss you on the cheeks, something he’d been doing since date three.
Walking back to the kitchen you immediately picked the stress baking back up where you’d left it to answer the door. Rafe was gone for a while, using the bathroom you assumed, and when he came back, he was changed, and you couldn’t help but stare.
“What?” he asked, a weird look on his face.
“Nothing, I’ve just never seen you out of like jeans or slacks.”
He glanced down at himself, sweatshirt with his frat letters on them and grey sweatpants, before looking up at you, “I figured since we were staying in I could get comfy.”
“Yeah definitely,” you reassured, “I like it, just was surprised, that’s all.”
“You like it, huh?” he teased and stepped fully into the kitchen, wrapping one arm around your shoulders, “That’s noted.”
-
Rafe did dress back up for the party, which you were expecting. Jeans and a nice sweater. You smiled at him and tugged gently at the sweater, “This is cute.”
“Bought it just for the party. It’s even maroon, see?”
“I do see. Didn’t know if it was a coincidence or not.”
“Nope, fully intentional.”
It felt like a good time to kiss him, mistletoe or not, but before you got up the courage, he was stepping away to grab one of the desserts off the counter. You sighed internally and grabbed the other with the hand not holding your keys.
“Alright, I’m parked in the back lot, opposite direction of visitor parking.”
“Cool, after you.”
Sitting in the car, you plugged your phone into the aux. Rafe buckled up and got comfy in the passenger’s seat. You smiled at him, it felt natural for him to be invading your space the way he was. But he was giving you a bit of a complex with the whole not interested in kissing thing.
He glanced down at the cupholder and did a double take. You cursed yourself for forgetting to take the mistletoe out of your car when he asked, “Is that mistletoe.”
“Um, yep.”
“Why do you have it?”
“I meant to give it to my roommate when she flew out, but it was so early it totally slipped my mind,” you lied smoothly.
Rafe nodded, totally believing it, and you sighed. Maybe you should bring it in, hang it up when he’s in the shower or something. But deep down you knew you wouldn’t. You didn’t want Rafe to kiss you out of obligation for some stupid tradition. You wanted him to mean it.
The drive went by quickly, the boy hosting lived at an apartment complex just up the road, and you found parking easily, recognizing a few cars in the visitors' spaces meaning you weren’t the first ones to show up.
Rafe got out and took in all the MSU merch hanging from balconies and on cars with a grimace, “Y’all have almost too much spirit.”
“We aren’t snobby enough to think it’s tacky and above us,” you responded, taking a clear shot at Ole Miss.
“Fair enough. It’s just a lot of talk for a school who’s so bad at sports.”
Your jaw dropped, “I know an Ole Miss football fan isn’t speaking right now. Are you aboard the Lane Train?” you asked, mockingly.
Rafe rolled his eyes and shook his head, reaching down to ruffle your hair playfully, “With that record? Absolutely not.”
“And not because he’s a piece of shit?”
“Well, that too.”
He grabbed both containers in one hand and your hand in the other, lacing your fingers together as you led the two of you to the right building. His palms were sweating a little, and you squeezed gently, “All good?”
“A bit nervous, just don’t want to look stupid in front of your friends.”
“Why would you,” you were confused, unsure how he’d reached that conclusion.
“I mean, you’re all like STEM majors, right?”
“Yeah?”
“And I am not.”
There was so much to unpack there, so you tried to go for a joke, “I mean we aren’t going to just talk about like anatomy and biology all night, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He snorted, “Maybe a little. I just feel out of my depth.”
“I promise, it’s going to be okay. You’re really smart too, just in a different way. But we aren’t really here to show off our intelligence. It’s more to drink and eat and bitch about our professors.”
“See, that’s super specific,” he complained.
“Well, yeah, I guess. But most of us are dating out of our majors, just hop on the bandwagon like they do and you’ll win ‘em over in no time.”
By the time you’d finished reassuring him, the two of you had arrived at his door. You squeezed one last time and he smiled, seeming more at ease. Reaching up to knock, it swung open before you could, a guy named Justin grinning widely, “Welcome welcome to the annual Bitchmas Party.”
Rafe snorted and let you step in first. Justin set his drink down on the table by the door and held his hands out, I’ll take your coats and your keys please.”
Handing them over, he escorted you through the entranceway to the living room, stopping you right as the tile changed to carpet. You squinted at him, “What?”
Wordlessly, he pointed up and you saw mistletoe, your blood running cold. Rafe made a noise and bent down to kiss your cheek, close to the corner of your mouth but not quite.
“Boo,” Justin jeered, “but close enough, come on through.”
Your stomach sank. Again. And Rafe leaned down, “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. I mean, you could’ve kissed me.” Your words came out a lot sharper than you intended, but before Rafe could question you, Ashton was stepping in to ask the two of you about drinks. Rafe asked for a soda and you got spiked eggnog. May as well to sort through the mess of feelings in your stomach.
Someone spread out the food and everyone lined up to get plates before settling in the assortment of chairs all over the room. You sat on the couch and Rafe sat on the floor, leaned back next to your legs. Justin gave him a weird look and offered a chair, but Rafe declined, saying he was fine.
At some point, he wrapped an arm around your closest leg and leaned his head on your thigh, nodding along to the conversation. You brushed your hand through his hair that you’d convinced him to leave ungelled, and complained about your animal sciences professor who’d made the tests way harder than necessary and not offered bonus opportunities.
Rafe actually interrupted, “Okay wait, she put questions on information not taught in class and not readily available in your textbook?”
“Correct.”
“So how were you supposed to know you were going to be tested on it.”
“You weren’t,” Justin answered him, drily, “That was her whole point. Be prepared for anything.”
“She should’ve just given us papers on those topics.”
“Agreed,” a girl named Emily chipped in, “I would’ve so much preferred that than literally guessing on a test.”
Rafe made a face, “I mean, for my history courses we were expected to do the readings and then like additional research, but she told us the topics beforehand so we’d know what to research.”
Ashton’s girlfriend leaned forward at his words, “You’re a history major?”
“Yeah,” Rafe answered, his grip on your leg tightening.
“Me too,” she looked excited, “what do you want to do?”
He leaned forward eagerly, “I want to teach, European if possible. I haven’t decided if I want to do like Advanced Placement courses in high school or just go get a masters and be a professor. What do you want to do?”
“I want to do research so I’ll definitely be going after a PhD. But I figure at least that way, I’ll be doing something while Ash is in vet school.”
Rafe looked around, “Is everyone here going to vet school?”
Mostly everyone in your group was, so they all nodded, including you. Justin spoke up, “Buncha nerds in this bunch. We all grouped together pretty much since day one since we all had the same plans. We’ve lost a few along the way.”
“Rest in peace Jasmine and Brady,” you added, solemnly.
“Do you all want to stay here?” Rafe asked, clearly curious about everyone’s plans.
A few people around the group nodded, but some shook their heads. Rafe hummed, taking in the information before looking over his shoulder at you. You nodded, “Yeah, I like MSU’s vet school, I want to stay.”
He nodded thoughtfully, “Good to know.”
Justin gave you a weird look and you shrugged, just as confused.
-
Four cups of eggnog later, the party was winding down, and you were happily tipsy. Rafe, still sober, had an arm around your waist to keep you steady. He led you toward the door, passing under the mistletoe again without stopping and you sighed.
Glancing down at you, he made a face, “Clearly something is on your mind.”
“Clearly,” you muttered back sarcastically. He opened the passenger door for you to climb in and you asked, “You know how to get back?”
“It’s just up the road, I don’t think it’s that hard.”
You rolled your eyes, “Just a question, no need to get so offended.”
The ride back was in uncomfortable silence, so unlike the drive there that you were squirming in the passenger seat. Rafe glanced over at a red light, “Are you about to puke?”
Offended, you answered, “No, I can handle my fucking alcohol.”
“Okay,” he muttered, “no need to get defensive.”
You hated how weird it felt between the two of you, but you weren’t sure how to fix it. Unless he just magically decided you were kissable, but you didn’t foresee that happening in the near future, so instead, you pouted.
Rafe parked and turned the car off but stayed seated, so you did too, feeling uneasy. He looked over at you, “What’s up. Why have you been so weird tonight?”
“I haven’t.”
“You have. And I think it actually started yesterday when I got here. Is it just me being in your space? Like am I invading it or something? I can go home tonight if I need to.”
Maybe you weren’t in the ideal state to have this conversation, but you also figured this was probably the state you were most likely to let the honest truth slip.
“No. The problem is you aren’t taking up enough space.”
Which in hindsight didn’t make much sense, you couldn’t blame him for the confused, “What does that mean?”
“It means that you won’t kiss me and I’m not sure why.”
“I-” and for once, for once in your whole goddamn relationship (or whatever you were calling it) Rafe was speechless, “I thought you didn’t want me to.”
Then it was your turn to be shocked, “What? When did I say that?”
“On our first date, you talked about only kissing when it got serious.”
“Yes.”
“And when I brought up the Christmas party in Oxford, you didn’t ask about a plus one. Hell, you still won’t come to Oxford at all.”
“How was I supposed to know I’m supposed to invite myself to a Christmas party with the boys? And sure, I was opposed to Oxford at first, but I think we’ve been seeing each other long enough for me to actually make that trip,” you answered incredulously, startled at all the assumptions he’d jumped to.
He squinted, “You never said.”
“You never said,” you fired back, “I invited you to a party with my friends, I thought that would be hint enough that I think this is serious.”
“I need it outright said,” he mumbled.
“Clearly.”
“Hey,” he protested, “it’s not just me. In fact, you never brought it up either.”
“Okay, Cameron, to be fair, you never brought up anything about that party other than that it was Secret Santa for some guys in your pledge class. Not only do I not want to be the only girl there, I especially don’t want to be an MSU girl there with a bunch of drunk Ole Miss frat boys.”
Rafe snorted, “Fair, that’s totally fair. So, I guess I should ask, do you want to come? There will be girlfriends and boyfriends. Secret Santa is just a small part.”
“Sure, I need to come see your apartment anyway, I should know what I’m getting into.”
He laughed loudly, “I’m not sure if I’m okay with that.”
You poked him teasingly, “Hey, you can’t take it back now, buddy.”
“I’d never.”
And with that, he got out of the car. You felt significantly better as he jogged around to grab the door for you. His arm went around your shoulders immediately, and you weren’t sure if it was an attempt to keep you standing straight or not.
“I’m not that drunk,” you told him.
He raised his eyebrows, “Okay four cups. I could smell the booze in that eggnog, it was strong.”
“Well you hurt my feelings, what else was I supposed to do besides drink?”
Rafe snorted, “Talk to me.”
“In front of everyone? At a party?”
“Bathroom.”
“So Justin could think we were hooking up in his bathroom.”
He squinted at you a few seconds, “Okay so it wasn’t the most conducive situation for a serious talk.”
“Mhmm.”
The two of you climbed the stairs to your third floor apartment. Rafe behind you so you wouldn’t fall and hurt yourself. He was a little offended when you muttered that you’d just take him down with you, “I could definitely catch you.”
“Okay buddy,” you patted his shoulder.
He made you drink four glasses of water in the kitchen and by the time the two of you were walking to the bathroom to get ready for bed, you were significantly sobered up. You tried to get to the sink first and Rafe playfully hip checked you out of the way to get his toothbrush.
“Nooo,” you complained, “my skincare routine is so much longer than yours, you can wait.”
“Guests first,” he argued, successfully keeping you away from the sink.
You gave up pushing against him to pout, “At least pass me my makeup remover.”
“Fine,” he grabbed the bottle from the sink and passed it over, “I guess you can at least start.”
“Oh thanks for your permission,” you responded sarcastically.
The next five minutes of him washing his face and getting ready, you kept trying to nudge him out of the way, but he wasn’t budging. Finally, you dug your fingers into his side and he yelped, twisting away enough for you to get some space in front of the mirror.
Your eyes lit up, “Are you ticklish?”
“No,” he denied, just a little too fast.
“Liar.”
You reached out to him again and he grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest. So caught off guard, you didn’t register him tilting your chin up or lowering his head to kiss you. And then his lips were on yours for the first time, and you made a noise, leaning into it.
He smiled and you could feel his heart racing where your hand was pressed against his chest. In the proximity, you couldn’t help but dig your fingers into his side again. He jerked away, joking glare on his face, “Watch it, mamas. I’ll make you pay for it.”
“Promise?” you teased, finally catching him off guard enough to get mirror space.
Rafe stepped over to sit on the closed toilet lid to wait his turn again and laughed. You turned to look at him, mid-washing your face, and gave him a questioning look.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the squashed mistletoe, “Guess I don’t need this.”
“You were going to use the mistletoe to kiss me?”
“I figured if your roommate wasn’t going to use it, we could.”
“Oh I lied,” you admitted, turning back to rinse your face.
“What?” he asked while you were drying.
You nodded, “She gave it to me to get you to kiss me.”
“Oh,” he perked up, “well I guess it kinda worked. Make sure to thank her for me.”
“No, absolutely not,” you insisted, “she does not need that ego boost.”
He laughed, holding his hands up, “Fine, we’ll do it your way.”
“As we should always.”
He laughed again and hip checked you over toward the wall so he could get back closer to the sink. You couldn’t help but think to yourself that you could get used to this.
~
day 3 of @obxmermaid‘s holiday challenge: mistletoe
#college rafe#ole miss rafe#rafe cameron#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x you#outer banks fic#obxmermaidholiday
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I’ve been really anxious all day and it’s just constantly been in the back of my mind that The Gifted Grad is finishing tonight and I’m not sure how to deal with that. This show has been such a massive part of my life and these characters honestly mean so much to me- I see bits of myself in all of them and I love them all so much, all of their development and complex characterisations are (for the most part) amazing to watch.
I’ve loved the feeling of fighting with them against a corrupt system and the director and really appreciate the way this show depicts young people fighting and working together for a better future and the way it mirrors gen z’s fights in the real world.
I love they ways that the women (though admittedly few in numbers) have always been active members of the fight, always been involved, on occasion saving male characters in difficulty, rather than just been jealous girlfriends or annoying bl fangirls as I’ve grown so used to seeing them be in Thai series.
I love the bonds between the characters, some of them so so deep and infinitely complex and real and I love seeing how these relationships affect their motivations and their actions as well as how their relationships have shifted and matured over the course of tg and tgg.
I love the way the writers always keep us on our toes, the constant plot twists and shocks that both we and our characters have to deal with and comprehend every week, the plot is so well thought through and so thorough and with every episode I feel as if I gain a new understanding of the characters, the events, the story...
I love the way this show makes me think, the way I can watch it at 11pm and still be up thinking about it, theorising, scrolling through the tag, rewatching bits at 2am. There is so much to unpack and whilst I am rewatching it with my sister (who I managed to rope into it, we’ve just watched ep 9) I am constantly realising new details and picking up on foreshadowing to future events.
And almost more than the show itself, I love the fandom. Particularly here on Tumblr. I always enjoy scrolling through the tag (which, by the way, we always manage to get on trending- we reached number 3 last week you guys!) and listening to everyone else’s thoughts, emotions and theories, looking through all the screenshots and gifs (always so amazingly done too, I could never) and I always look forward to the inevitable influx of fics that appear on here and on ao3 on Monday and Tuesday after each new episode. This is such an amazing community and I am so proud and delighted to be a part of it, however small my contributions may be, y’all are always such a pleasure to be around and you’ve all shaped my gifted experience so much.
I’m not sure what I’ll do once this is all over, my Sunday nights (/early Monday mornings) will never be the same, I’m not ready to say goodbye to this show or these characters, but then again, I don’t think I’d ever be ready. So thank you so much to everyone for these past few weeks- the writers and producers at gmm, the outstanding star cast we’ve got, the rest of the fans I’ve loved talking with, reading all the incredible fanfics and theories of and squealing over the amazing gifs and edits of.
It’s been a delight to have been on this journey with you all. I’ll see you in a few hours. (and possibly in therapy too.)
#the gifted graduation#tgg#the gifted#sorry for the rant#i was planning on this being like 5 sentences.#welp.#seriously tho i've felt ill all day with worry#at first i thought hey it's the anxiety#then i was like#oh yeah tgg is ending today. right.
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no reason
prompt: 71/100 ways to say i love you. “no reason” requested by @sondongpyo
pairing: seungyoun x reader
genre: office!au, fluff
word count: 1205
You didn't know whether you should laugh or cry in the seconds after your boss landed a stack of paperwork almost twice the size of the stack you had just finished onto your desk. It was only 9:45 in morning, but you were already art your wits end.
There was something about the weight of the past week that was making your shoulders hunch, leaning forward to press your head against the keyboard of your computer. By the time you had the energy to raise your head and look at what your frustration had typed out onto the screen, you had managed to fill three pages.
"Are you alright?" your coworker Wooseok whispers from the cubicle next to you, leaning back in his chair to make sure you were still breathing.
"I'm fine." you respond flatly, rubbing the keyboard out of your skin.
He eyes the stack of papers on your desk over the black circular frames of his glasses. "Do you want any help?"
"No. I don't want you to get in trouble like the last time you tried to help me."
"Can I at least bring you coffee?" he asks, already getting up from his corporate stock swivel chair.
"Please, and an IV so you can inject it straight into my blood stream."
He chuckles, placing an apologetic hand on your shoulder before leaving you alone in your misery.
You pull out your phone, documenting your hatred of your boss on the privacy of your social media. You take a selfie, making a face of disdain before snapping a photo of the papers along with several gifs and emojis that describe your feelings better than any caption could. You make sure that no one in your office can see it before posting it.
"Here." Wooseok's hand suddenly appears out of thin air with a mug full of dark liquid, almost making you jump out of your chair. "Sorry. I couldn't remember how you drank your coffee so I brought a little bit of everything."
"You almost gave me a heart attack." you quickly adjust your coffee to your liking before taking a long sip.
"Why? Did you post another thing on social media about how much you hate this place?" your coworker rolls his eyes before taking a seat at his desk.
"She'll never see it." you retort. "My profile is private and I only post stories about work on my close friends list."
Wooseok shakes his head. "When you get caught, don't say I didn't warn you."
You stick out your tongue, not caring if anyone else in the office saw you act childishly. You were over this day, this week. And you just wanted nothing more than to get out of the office and start your weekend before your boss could add anything else to the seemingly endless pile of work you had to get through.
Hours passed before you finally allowed yourself to take a break. The grumbling in your stomach was loud enough that it made trying to focus on your work almost impossible. Wooseok had long gone, leaving with the rest of your office during the regular scheduled lunch hour so you had to eat alone. Which you didn't mind considering the fact he was the only person in your entire office you could stand.
You collect your things, trying to decide what the quickest, yet filling place close to your office would be the best option. Although you were allotted an entire hour for your break, you wanted to get back to the office as quickly as you could so that you could try to finish at a reasonable hour.
"Y/N!" a voice calls out, as soon as you step outside the confines of your office building and onto the bustling city streets. Your eyes squint as you try to find the source, your eyes not used to the sunlight you barely saw throughout the day.
The beat of your heart skips as soon as your eyes lay on him, the warm smile you have loved for the past several years makes his way through the crowd with a large takeout bag between his fingers.
"What are you doing here?" you ask your boyfriend Seungyoun as he finally weaves through enough people to stand right in front of you.
"I thought we could have lunch together." he smiles brighter than the sun.
"What's the occasion?" you raise an eyebrow, slightly panicked as you try to remember if there was an important anniversary you forgot to log into the calendar on your phone.
Your boyfriend shrugs. "No reason."
"Are you sure?" you ask, noticing the way his lip twitched as it usually does when he is lying.
His shoulders roll forward, knowing that he can't keep his act up for much longer. "Okay, so I saw on your story that you were having a rough day so I thought I would surprise you with lunch."
The two of you start to walk down the street, your heart feeling content as you lace your fingers into your boyfriend's free hands. You assume by the streets he is leading you down that he is taking you towards your favorite park. It was just a small patch of green lined with trees older than the city it was surrounded by, but it was enough to ease your mind on days when you thought about quitting.
"What did you bring?" you try to look over at the bags he was carrying, but the food was hidden by white to-go containers.
"Thai food." he responds nervously. "I hope it's still good, I think I got the time you go on lunch wrong."
You give his hand a squeeze. "You didn't, I just have so much work to do that I wanted to get a large chunk of it done before I took a break."
Seungyoun leads you over towards an empty bench nestled underneath the widespread branches of one of the oldest trees in the park. The two of you sit comfortably, passing the to-go containers back and forth in silence as you eat. And despite the fact that the pad thai had cooled down, it was exactly what you needed.
"I should probably head back." you tell him after finishing the last of the food in your hands, making your boyfriend pout. You sigh. "Don't look at me like that. You're making me not want to go back.
Your words make Seungyoun shake his head. "You have to. Because the sooner you get back, the sooner you'll get off. And then we can spend the entire weekend doing absolutely nothing."
"That sounds nice." you smile, "But if we do something, that something must include pancakes."
Seungyoun smiles. "Of course! Who do you think I am?"
"The person I love." you can't help but let out the cheesy line that escapes your chest, making the two of you laugh.
But before the two of you part, you pull out your phone to document how your day turned from awful, to exactly what you needed. Letting the world (or at least your followers know) that sometimes all you need is a little love (and some cold pad thai) to get you through the day.
#x1#seungyoun#x1net#x1 imagines#x1 scenarios#x1 fanfic#cho seungyoun#writing#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios
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Dancing with a Stranger - part one
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Who: Luke
Inspiration: the 5SOS cover of Dancing with a Stranger (Sam Smith and Normani) mashup with Latch (Disclosure ft. Sam Smith)
Warnings (part 1): Swearing, drinking, implications of casual sex
Word Count (this part): 2,209
A/N: Sooooo….. the cover of ‘Dancing with a Stranger’ fuckedddd me up and I still think about it, so I decided to write a short fic. This was supposed to be two parts, but I wrote a lot and it ended up being three. If you don’t like smut, this first part can act as a stand-alone one shot or with part two if you want little hints of it! Part 3 is alllll the smut though, so get ready for that. Also, because they put ‘Latch’ at the end, I thought it really changed the whole meaning of the song and wanted to incorporate that into the story. Let me know what you think! 🍻
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
It was that time of night again. Luke was sprawled on his couch, wearing an old, torn sweatshirt, stuffing his face with takeout (tonight’s choice was Thai) and watching a movie. Alone. Always alone.
In actuality, he wasn’t really watching whatever film he had thrown on the TV. He never did. Instead, his eyes were fixed on his phone, thumb swiping through old pictures.
Pictures of her.
Luke and Elyssa had been together for three years and Luke had thousands of photos still stored on his phone. He flicked through their cheesy, touristy photos in front of the Eiffel Tower, action shots of them surfing when he took her to Australia for the first time, candids of Elyssa across the table wearing the most gorgeous light pink dress on their first anniversary, screenshots of cute texts and weird Snapchats…
Basically their whole relationship was available to him at all hours of the day and he never seemed to be able to stop himself. He couldn’t bring himself to delete the pictures, but his heart broke again and again every time he pulled them up, which he hated to admit was often.
Luke took a large gulp of the whiskey he had sitting on the coffee table and closed his eyes. As always, he had to force himself not to dial Elyssa’s number. He clearly wasn’t over her, but that didn’t mean it was a good idea to start something that would only lead to more drama and heartbreak.
It seemed like every time Luke got into these moods, his brain left out all the bad parts. And why wouldn’t it? The relationship portrayed on his phone looked perfect--full of smiles, laughter, kisses, romance, love. It didn’t show all the nights Elyssa would start a fight for no reason or would flirt with guys at the bar just to make Luke jealous and angry. It didn’t show all the times Luke would forget to text her when he was out with the band or when he would lie about where he had been or who he was talking to just to avoid a huge blow up.
But none of that ever seemed to stop Luke from missing all the cute things she did. Like the way she used to run her fingers through his hair when they were falling asleep and hum lightly whatever song was stuck in her head from the day. Or how she would always mix half regular and half decaf coffees and Luke could never remember which jar had which type of grounds in it, so she bought a label maker and they spent an entire night, staying up until 2:00 am, printing labels for her entire kitchen.
Or when Luke would show her the band’s new music and she would sit and listen with her eyes closed, taking in every note and lyric fully before making any comments. Her face was always so composed, it was nearly impossible to tell what she was thinking. Luke would wait on the edge of his seat until Elyssa would crack a smile and he would instantly wrap his arms around her, lifting her into the air.
“So you like it?” he would grin and her soft giggle would be all the affirmation he needed.
But now, Luke was surrounded with only the sounds of the television and Petunia’s snoring. Finishing the remainder of his drink and taking a deep breath, Luke dialed his phone.
“Luke?” the voice on the other line said after a few rings.
“Um, hey,” Luke began, clearing his throat, “Did you guys end up going out?”
“Yes!” Calum yelled excitedly into the phone, “Are you gonna finally come this time?”
“I’m thinking about it…” Luke replied slowly.
“Dude, we’ve been trying to get you out of your damn apartment for a month! Please come out. You need to do something to forget about--”
“Fine,” Luke cut his friend off, “I’ll come. I don’t really want to be alone tonight.”
“Perfect! Your first drink is on me,” Calum promised. “See you soon.”
Luke peeled himself off the couch, finally managing to shower and look somewhat presentable. He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t in sweats and his black skinny jeans felt tight and uncomfortable.
“Bye, P,” he cooed, leaning down to give the portly bulldog a treat, before making his way out the door and into the Uber waiting at the end of the driveway.
The ride to the bar was silent, aside from the low hum of talk radio playing. Luke almost told the guy to turn around and bring him home a dozen times, but he figured he needed a night out. Needed a distraction.
Once arriving at the bar, Luke easily spotted Ashton’s red hair and began making his way over to his friends, hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket. As he approached Ashton, he quickly regretted not bailing on the night when he was still in the Uber.
Michael, Crystal, Ashton and KayKay were dancing, mingling and getting way more touchy than Luke wanted to witness. Michael and Crystal were still on a high from their recent engagement, and Ashton and KayKay only started dating a few months ago, so they were stuck in the early ‘you’re the only person in the room’ phase. Calum was nowhere to be found.
“Luke!” Michael called out upon spotting his friend. He pulled Luke into a quick hug, patting his shoulder without letting go of Crystal’s hand. “Hey, man. Glad you came.”
The others in the group echoed with similar greetings as Luke scanned the nearby faces.
“Where’s Calum?” he asked, desperately wanting to find the only other single member of the band.
“He’s around,” Ashton grinned, “He disappeared to buy some girl a drink, of course.”
Luke groaned to himself, although he shouldn’t be surprised. Calum always got a lot of attention from women when they went out. His muscular arms littered with tattoos, dark curls, soft eyes, and cheeks that always maintained a perfect rosy hue when he drank, easily impressed strangers at the bar, never mind once his laid-back, goofy personality took over.
“I need a drink,” Luke mumbled, then turned towards the bar. He spotted Calum in a crowd on the dance floor, his hands sitting low on a woman’s hips as they moved together to the beat.
Squeezing his way to the counter, Luke ordered a whiskey on the rocks, sighing as the liquor finally hit his tongue. He did not want to return to being the fifth wheel. Or seventh, Luke thought as he glanced over at Calum, who was still pressed up against the same woman. So, he absentmindedly pulled out his phone, fingers automatically opening photos.
He looked down at the most recent one: Elyssa was looking over her shoulder, laughing at Luke as she stood in line at the grocery store, her arms full of as much junk food as she could carry. Luke took it the day before they were supposed to leave for a road trip to Vegas. It was the last photo Luke had. Later that night, Elyssa accidentally left her phone open on the counter and Luke saw texts from the friend she insisted Luke didn’t have to worry about. Apparently not.
Wincing at the painful memory, Luke shoved his phone back in his pocket. As he looked up again, his eyes met these narrowed ones across the room. As he registered the rest of the woman attached to them, Luke noticed she was smirking at him as she sipped her drink. She had long, perfectly-styled loose curls that fell over her bare shoulders. Her black, strapless shirt came just above the waistline of her jeans, jutting out in small frills and giving Luke a small glimpse of the strip of skin on her stomach. Luke immediately felt a fire grow inside him. He was completely and immediately captivated by this woman.
When she noticed Luke finally looking back at her, her eyes unabashedly trailed over his body before snapping back to his face. Her smile widened and Luke took a deep breath.
“Luke! You made it!” Calum called, slapping his friend on the shoulder and drawing Luke’s attention away from the other side of the room. Luke reluctantly turned towards his friend, giving a weak smile.
“So,” Calum continued, “What’re you drinking?” he asked, leaning against the bar to order another round of drinks. Luke could tell he was drunk and didn’t want to ask how many Calum had already had tonight.
“Whiskey,” Luke mumbled, his attention drifting from Calum back towards where the girl had been standing. But, she had disappeared. Great, Luke thought and downed the remainder of his current drink.
“Cheers, mate!” Calum said, handing Luke a refill.
“What happened to your dance partner?” Luke asked.
“Ahh,” Calum sighed, “Georgia left with her friends.”
Luke stirred the ice in his drink. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t even want to go out tonight, but for some reason he thought this would help him get over Elyssa. The numbness from the alcohol was starting to take over and he just nodded along to whatever story Calum was telling.
“Excuse me,” said a voice coming up in front of Calum and flashing him a small smile.
Luke’s eyes shifted to the source and fell upon the girl from earlier. Of course she was going for Calum. Luke opened his mouth to make an excuse to leave, but the girl spoke again.
“Sorry to interrupt your conversation, but your friend’s going to dance with me now,” she said to Calum, then turned to Luke, holding out a hand for him to take.
Luke obliged and was led by this stranger through the crowd to the center of the dance floor. The way she took control made Luke feel like he didn’t have a choice in the matter, and honestly, he preferred it this way. Elyssa had screwed him up so much, he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to approach someone at the bar, let alone attempt to pick them up, so he was willing to follow this new girl wherever she wanted to go.
His body moved automatically, arms instantly attaching to her waist and pulling her close. She responded by running her hands along Luke’s body--dragging her fingers over his chest, playing with the soft curls at the back of his neck, and pulling lightly on the fabric of his t-shirt. She bit her lip as she moved, her hips dipping low to the beat blasting through the bar.
Luke felt his breath getting heavier and his heart beating faster. This girl was beautiful. And she had picked Luke out of the crowd. Her smirk hadn’t disappeared since she grabbed Luke’s hand and he felt himself unconsciously returning the smile.
As they danced, Luke’s mind flashed to Elyssa. He wondered what she was doing tonight. What she would think if she saw Luke in the middle of a club, pressed against a new girl. But, in that moment, Luke decided he didn’t care. He was dancing with a stranger and he liked it.
He loved the feeling of her body in his hands. He loved how she moved against him. He loved the way she tugged on his hair, pulling a little harder than Luke was used to and eliciting a low growl from his throat.
Luke didn’t want this moment to stop. He spun her around, pulling her back flush against him. His arms stayed on her hips and his head dipped low against her neck. She tilted to the side, allowing Luke to start running his lips against her exposed skin.
They continued moving together, completely forgetting about the rest of the room. Suddenly, she spun around and grabbed at the back of Luke’s neck. She pulled his lips to her own and immediately took control of the kiss. She had to stand tiptoe to fully reach him and she swayed slightly in his grasp.
Luke’s arms tightened around her, his hands wandering to the bare skin on her back. He let out a soft groan as she pulled at his bottom lip with her teeth. He could feel his arousal growing and he knew she could too. She rotated her hips against him and broke from the kiss, just slightly. Her fingers played with the chain around Luke’s neck and she looked up at him with the most seductive, mischievous eyes.
“We can continue this night elsewhere...” she said. She phrased it more of a suggestion than a question, already starting to back up towards the entrance, never breaking eye contact with Luke.
She was giving Luke a choice. He could turn around on the spot and retreat back to his friends, this girl turning into just a random make-out at a bar. Or, he could follow her out that door and let her lead him on into the night.
Luke chose the latter. He caught up to her in two quick strides and grabbed her hand in his. She smirked at him, pausing for a moment to capture Luke’s lips with hers, then spun on a heel, pulling Luke through the crowd, out the door, and down the street.
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Vigilante Date Night - Matt Murdock - 2
Prompt: More telepathic soulmate stuff— just a lazy, fluffy day in?
Prompter: @rachaelmhill
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The blanket you were currently wrapped in was one of your favorites. It was soft and thick, big enough to wrap around two people easily. Currently you were burrito-ed in the middle of the bed, but it was only a matter of time before you balled the blanket up and relocated to the couch.
The couch was where your boyfriend was sitting, feet up on the coffee table as he ran his fingers over a screen reader. You could see him from your place in the middle of the bed and it made you smile.
Are you staring at a blind man?
You made sure your gasp was over dramatic and loud enough to carry over the distance. A smirk was pulling on the corner of Matt’s lips as he continued to move his fingers over the tablet device that he used to study his cases.
“Maaaaatt,” you called as you started to try to find a way out of your cocoon, “I think I’m stuck.”
He laughed outright at that. With a put upon sigh, he put his reader down and stood up. You watched him walk over while shaking his head. With a smirk he put his hands on his hips as he reached the edge of the bed.
“You’re hopeless,” he said as he started to help you figure a way out of the blanket.
It was a trap. The moment your hand was free, you wrapped it around his and tugged until he fell onto the bed with you. Of course he would have been more than capable to stay standing if he had wanted to, but you knew that he probably knew what you were up to before you even said anything.
“Mm, snuggle time,” you said with a happy sigh as you used your telekinesis to curl the blanket around the two of you.
I thought you wanted to cuddle on the couch?
You frowned and shook your head, stretching your legs out a little bit and letting them get tangled with his. His feet were cold and you jerked your legs away from the feeling.
“Why cuddle on the couch when we can cuddle in a nice warm bed?”
Matt laughed and rolled over so that he was spooned behind you. You felt his lips brush against the side of your neck before he tucked his face into the crook of your neck.
“You should have told me if you were cold. I would have turned the heat on.”
You tugged his arm around your waist a little more snugly, your eyes already closing.
But then we wouldn’t need to snuggle for warmth.
His laughter was the last thing you heard as you fell back to sleep.
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“Do you want pasta or burgers? I could probably be convinced to try that Thai place you love so much if you’re feeling like it.”
You tapped on your chin as you thought about your options. Matt was in the kitchen and you couldn’t see him from your position, but you could track his movements by sound.
Was this how he felt every day? You smiled and leaned backwards so that you could see him. It meant he was upside down to you, but you didn’t mind.
He looked good whichever direction he was in.
“I heard that,” he said with a laugh as he moved over to the couch, bending down to give you a quick kiss. “You haven’t had much control over your thoughts lately. You feeling okay?”
He pressed a hand against your forehead and you hummed as you leaned into the touch.
“Just not as many walls up lately,” you said as you tugged him back down for another kiss. “And I’m feeling pizza. Gio’s is the place that has garlic knots, right? Or is that Armani’s?”
“I think it’s Gio’s. I’ll call and see.”
You snuggled into your blanket as you listened to Matt moving around the apartment. The two of you probably ordered out more than you should, but it wasn’t easy to cook when you both worked weird hours and then would go out into the city as vigilantes at night.
That made you frown. As much as you loved going out and keeping the city safe, you didn’t think you wanted to do that tonight.
We’ll stay in, he thought in your direction as he ordered extra sauce for you.
You smiled and blew him a kiss from the couch, crossing your arms around your legs as you smiled at him.
How did you get to be so lucky as to get a man like Matt?
“I’m the lucky one,” Matt said as he joined you on the couch, wrapping you up in your arms. “Also I ordered some of their cinnamon bread for dessert. I know how much you love it.”
You squealed happily because you had forgotten about that. And you were pretty sure you had ice cream in the freezer to go with it. You snuggled into his hold and kissed his cheek.
“I love you almost as much as I love their cinnamon bread,” you teased as you brushed your nose against his cheek.
“Highest honors,” he joked as he held you tighter.
It had been a long day of just being lazy and you’d loved every minute of it. It’d been a while since the two of you could just relax together. Usually you both had work or needed to suit up at night. You were glad that you had the chance to just be together and be normal.
Or as normal as the two of you got. He had enhanced senses and you were telepathic and telekinetic but hey, it worked for you.
You wouldn’t change a thing.
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Kiss it better
Pairing: TinCan
Inspired by the GIF of Can being hit by the soccer ball and me wondering if Tin is going to kiss it better.
Summary: Can gets hurt once in a while. It’s not a big deal, sports majors get hurt sometimes. Tin kisses it better. He kisses Can eventually too.
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It was an important game and Can hated the fact that he was on the bleachers, holding a rag to his nose, unable to play. He’d practiced hard for once, and even Techno had noticed his effort, willingly buying him some food as encouragement.
Can had even made starting lineup, but it was not meant to be. Can took a ball to the face within the first half. The crowd groaning in sympathy was really just salt in the wound.
Because of the nosebleed and a (“Mild! He said mild,” Can argued) concussion, Can was benched. Unable to participate, Can watched the next hour pass while being nudged awake by Techno or Good. His nose had stopped bleeding within a few minutes at least.
The game came down to a one point difference.
The opposing team had won.
Can lay out on the field, grumbling in frustration, eyes closed against the midday sun, hoping the earth would swallow him whole. Or at least, hoping his angry thoughts would seep into the earth like water after a storm. Neither had happened in the last twenty minutes. The next twenty weren’t looking good either.
The sound of leather soles on grass alerted Can to the fact that he had company, but he refused to get up and acknowledge it.
“Are you throwing a tantrum in the middle of the field?” Tin asked. His amusement was clear in his voice.
“Oi IC Program, you’d be annoyed too!” Can’s voice faltered at half its usual volume, the intensity making him wince. “I practiced so hard for the last month! And I got benched in thirty minutes!”
“So what will laying out here, burning in the sun do? Will you go back and time and avoid getting hit?”
“Hey… I didn’t say anything about getting hit,” Can said as he sat up to glare at Tin. “Who told you?” Can looked around at the empty field. “Did you come here just to laugh at me?!”
Tin only shifted his weight slightly while rolling his eyes. For all the days that Tin and Can had been arguing with each other, Can could tell that was probably the closest to an admission of some sort he was going to get. “While normally I enjoy a good laugh at your expense, am I laughing now?” Tin crouched down to get a better look at the minor bruise on the center of Can’s forehead. “Have you had it looked at yet?”
“What are you, my mother? Are you going to kiss it better if I didn’t?”
Tin huffed in reply before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the darkening bruise. Although it stung a bit, Can felt the warmth of Tin’s lips spread throughout his body after the contact. His head hurt a bit less. So did his pride surprisingly.
“Such a kid,” Tin said, and Can could have sworn there was a hint of fondness in his voice. “Feel better soon. I’m leaving first. Don’t get burnt out here, Thai Program.”
And as quietly and mysteriously as he had come, Tin left Can alone with his thoughts again.
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Being a Sports major, Can was used to all sorts of hurts, scrapes, strains, and sprains. Even bruises were business as usual.
That didn’t make them hurt any less.
Can winced as he disinfected the scrapes on his knees and arms. The field had been wet and while everyone seemed to have had their fair share of slips and tumbles (except maybe Type because he was too good at everything), Can managed to get the worst of it.
Can sucked on his lollipop, vanilla ice cream flavor, to distract himself but the sting of the alcohol brought frustrating bursts of tears to his eyes.
“You’re a mess.”
“Go away, IC Program. Don’t need you getting involved.” Can could feel Tin roll his eyes, the frustrated huff was new though.
“Give me that, you’re never going to finish if you keep being that tentative and slow.” Tin snatched the gauze pad and disinfectant away from Can’s hands and set to cleaning the scrapes himself.
“Ouch! Stop that!” Can shouted as he tried to take the offending items back from the taller boy. “You’re making it worse!”
Tin huffed again before pulling on Can’s arm and blowing on the recently cleaned spot on his forearm. The cooling effect was pleasant and Tin’s breath smelled like strong coffee. Normally Can didn’t care for the smell, but for some reason, it suited Tin. Tin wrapped a bandage around the abrasion, neat and tight like someone who had learned first aid would, before brushing his lips against the white bandage.
Even through the bandage, Can felt the warmth of Tin’s breath and his lips. And just like last time, he felt it move through his body, making him relax.
In the same manner, Tin helped clean all the rest of Can’s scrapes, all of them were bandaged neatly before being brushed with a kiss. Can couldn’t help but feel mystified and confused at the attention. What confused Can more was how it made him feel.
Can didn’t think he was really wanting for anything other than food. Food was comfort and home and familiarity and friendship all in one. But this feeling from the gentle care Tin showed him, it soothed an ache Can didn’t realize he was feeling.
Tin applied the last bandage and kiss, and while he seemed unaffected by the strange show of affection, the tips of his ears were pink and he wouldn’t meet Can’s eyes.
“There, all done.” Tin stood up and put the disinfectant back in the first aid kit Can had open next to him. “Be more careful next time, Thai Program,” Tin said as he teasingly ruffled Can’s hair before leaving.
And in the flurry of emotions that had arisen from that gentle teasing, Can forgot all about the warmth that stayed with him all day from the kisses to his hurts.
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Can walked around in a daze, his feelings and thoughts all jumbled up inside. For the last few days, whenever Can had found himself hurt, Tin managed to find him, patch him up, and kiss the hurt area.
If Tin had behaved like usual when doing it, Can would have called him condescending. Instead, Tin was all soft voice, soft touches, the source of the soft warmth that pervaded Can’s body afterwards. For all that people seemed to call Tin the Ice King, something had melted his heart toward Can, and he couldn’t figure out when the switch had happened.
More so, Can wondered when his feelings had changed for the taller boy. He found himself looking forward to their interactions, not that he’d hurt himself to cause them. Can felt cold when he didn’t see Tin, didn’t receive a kiss to make himself feel better.
So what did it mean?
Most people on campus, used to Can’s outbursts and wandering, stayed out of his way as he meandered through buildings and around trees. But when Can approached a street corner, someone stood in the way, causing Can to bump into their chest. Arms wrapped around him and Can could smell cologne and coffee.
“Ai Tin?!”
“What are you doing, you idiot? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Tin dragged him away from the street to sit on a bench. “If you’re not feeling well, you shouldn’t wander around.”
Tin dug around in his bag and offered Can a bottle of water. Can accepted it if only to have something to do with his hands. Tin sat down next to him and checked his phone and Can noticed that Tin would subtly check him from the corner of his eyes every so often.
Can took a sip of the water, trying to moisten his suddenly dry throat, and nearly spat it out at the taste.
“This is my favorite mineral water,” Can said, staring at the bottle in confusion.
“Then you should drink it,” Tin said, not looking away from his phone.
“Isn’t it too cheap for you?”
Tin shrugged. “I just stopped at a vending machine and they didn’t have my preference. I picked whatever looked best.”
Can took another sip. Pieces of a puzzle falling into place. “Ai Tin, what’s my favorite kind of skewer?”
“Pork, from that stall outside the Sports building,” Tin replied distractedly.
“What’s my favorite dinner?”
“Anything you didn’t pay for.”
“What’s my favorite color?”
“Pete says Ae says it’s blue.”
“How long have you been watching me?”
“Since I kissed you that one time to shut you up.” The minute the words left Tin’s mouth, his face turned red like a tomato. Can grinned.
“Do you like me, Ai Tin?”
Tin grumbled, but turned to face Can and stared into his eyes, pulled Can’s face close and rested his forehead against Can’s. Sharing the same breaths, Can felt himself grow dizzy, lost in Tin’s gaze.
“I think I love you.” Tin drew their lips closer, just millimeters apart. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” Can breathed.
The warmth Can drew from Tin’s kisses to his scrapes and pains was nothing compared to being kissed on the lips. Tin’s lips were smooth and soft, gently pulling in Can’s bottom lip and nibbling on it. Each brush, each press, each gentle probe of Tin’s tongue, sent Can spiraling higher. The confusion that had plagued Can eased, comforted by Tin’s presence, his smell and taste.
When at last they broke apart, Tin seemed to become aware of himself and the blatant kissing in public. His face turned even redder and he turned away, looking at his phone again. Can found himself charmed by the side of Tin he’d never seen before.
“Tin,” Can said. “I think I love you too.”
Tin startled up and looked at Can. “You…”
Can looked at Tin and held his hand, working his fingers between Tin’s tightly clenched ones. “I think we can make it work, don’t you?” Tin stared at their joined hands in what might have been wonder. “Treat me to dinner?”
Tin laughed, not one of his scoffs or rude sniffs, but something happier, more excited. Another thing about him Can had never experienced. Can found himself looking forward to finding more sides to Tin, wanted to pull back the curtain, tear down the wall Tin had built, and let himself inside.
Before Can could continue wondering just how much else he’d find out about Tin, Tin pulled Can up.
“Dinner it is,” Tin said and his smile was large and radiant. Can found himself taken by the emotion in that smile. “Anything in particular you want to eat, Can?”
“Anything you buy,” Can said, hugging himself to Tin’s arm. Tin managed to look surprised. “Anything, as long as it’s with you.”
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