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creepling · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ dating digger harkness headcanons

this is a very specific reader because i love the idea of this grimy hobo having a cute, smart girly partner that is the candy floss to his raccoon energy OKAYYY. also tcm shenanigans will be back shortly, i just had to give some love to a dc rogue like the old times<33

tags: feminine reader (wears dress, skirt, heels, mild makeup and has breasts and v) but gn pronouns. sugar daddy digger if you squint. reader is a jailbird. cuddling. pet name: birdie. smut under the cut - minors dni. polaroid nudes. (m) masturbation. thoughts of: oral (m receiving) and cowgirl.

If you were to ask Digger the first thing he noticed about you, his caveman mind would be objectifying. But your ass did look very flattering in your skirt and the smile you shot his way was the cherry on top. He likes them sweet and innocent, you like them rugged and dangerous. It was a match made in hell heaven.

After a few dates spent in dingy pubs and lover’s lanes, he was enamoured by you. He’s never had someone look at him the way you do. Eyes full of light, glistening at the sight of him. You always welcomed him with open arms, practically throwing yourself at him. He liked how easy you were to pick up, and the way you wrapped your limbs around him. How your soft skin blushes red against his scruffy neck. No matter the setting, you sat so close to him that you were more or less on his lap. He wraps his arms around you, or has a hand on your thigh, letting nearby acquaintances know you belong together. Digger thinks to himself, “I got so fucking lucky.”

His love languages are primarily gift-giving and physical touch. More times than you can count, Digger has fallen asleep on top of you. Either on the couch, while watching a movie or he found a way to snake between your legs while sleeping, he has a habit of using you like a pillow. You developed a kinship in moments like this where you play with his hair, massaging your fingers into the nape of his neck or twirling the strands that curtain his temples. You muse at his sleep-full hums, watching this rogue unwind under your touch, satisfied like a dog receiving pets. The gift-giving is when his rogue side is on high voltage. He wants to give you the world, shower you with jewels, let you wear the best of gear. “You want diamonds? Yeah, I’ll get you diamonds,” He’ll muse, mixing his pleasures with yours. When he robs a bank, the majority of his stolen dollars has been spent on you since you met him. Did your car get towed? He bought you a new one, along with the insurance. Need a new dress for the weekend? He’s got you sorted, along with heels and a bag to match. “Can’t have my bird in peasant clothes!” He protests, “Not with that cracken’ bod.” Queue the wink.

He loves showing you off, chuffed that he proved his doubters wrong that he could settle down and have a gorgeous significant other. “What they see in you, I don’t know . . .” They say, whether that be Deadshot, King Shark, heck even Amanda is amazed by it. He keeps candid polaroids of you in his pocket on the job, looking at them when he misses you. He squeezes the unicorn plushie you gifted him when he is stressed, anything to feel your presence when you’re half the world away. A shit-eating grin on his face when people tease him about his love for you, using it to embarrass him. “Awh, it’s puppy love,” Harley cooes, and Digger nods, all chuffed with himself.

Digger gave you the nickname “Birdie” because well . . . You’re a jailbird. He is in prison for heinous crimes, after all! Oh, is he touched-starved when you’re standing there, pretty face to the phone, separated by glass and talking in your voice that melts him like butter. His eyes are eating you up, desperate to have his hands on you. He’ll do all the suicide missions going to shred off the jail time, to get closer to the day his lips are kissing yours. Blackmailing Amanda to get you the best of the best, pay off college debt, holidays abroad, and spoil you when he cannot. “Oh, Birdie, when I get out of here I’m not letting you out of my sight, you’re stuck with me.” He groans, drunk on love. All you do is smile, sliding a pack of Polaroids under the screen when the guards aren’t looking. “Have these to tide you over in the meantime,” you tease. Digger rushes back to his cell, flipping through the photos. First were of you in dresses that were his favourites, the type of ones that are flowy and floral, framing you so delicately. They get more desirable as he flips them over, and his eyes lull in lust.

Digger loves the dirty photos you send him, it drives him fucking insane. It’s good to keep you fresh in his mind, but it borders on teasing just having you to look at. He didn’t have the brightest imagination, but this was good practice. Imagine how soft your thighs are under his callous hands, what your lips taste like with the lipgloss you have on. Your delicate hands trace his bulge, your touch replacing his heavy-handed grasp. Bucking into your hands as he sucks your breasts, teasing your nipples, muttering how perfect you are. His sweet little birdie, all belonging to him. Your eagerness proves your devotion. You take his infamous size so well, your spit coating his cock as your tongue swirls around his pulsing tip. As he wanks himself off, muffling his groans, he has the faintest memory of your cunt. How wet you always were for him, how eager you bounced on his cock. His eyes closed as he pumped his cock faster, edging to the echoes of past moans you chanted in his ear.

#digger harkness x reader #captain boomerang x reader #ssktjl #ktjl #kill the justice league #arkhamverse #fanfic #smut

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rb19 · 6 months

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EE: One track you played so often? MV: My dad and I played it in the van. I could sing along to it at the time. *Plays 'Green Grass of Home' by Tom Jones* EE: So it reminds you of the rides with your dad? MV: Absolutely, to Italy. ___________________________ GP: You've just overtaken Ascari in terms of percentage wins in a season. MV: We did that. We all did that. CH: See if you recognize this. Sing along.

The old hometown looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa

Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane, I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me At four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad, old padre On and on, we'll walk at daybreak Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home

Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'Neath the green, green grass of home

#max verstappen #f1 #much to THINK ABOUT.......

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trashmouth-richie · 5 days

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

꧁ eddie x female reader

a multi chapter mini series— based on thoroughfare by ethel cain

listen here (apple music) + here (spotify)

summary: jumping into his truck at seventeen, eddie takes a journey in hopes to find love. years pass with no such luck, along the way he stumbles across you, a timid drifter who reluctantly agrees to join him, heading west. you’ve never trusted men, but something in those kind, deep colored coffee eyes stirs up a feeling you’ve never felt before. strangers to lovers trope, one bed trope.

triggers: 18+ smut

author’s note: no upside down, eddie was raised by his mom and dad in florida and they were in love.

The wet shell of a sunflower seed stuck to the tip of your finger. Slicked with salted spit and the tart bite of cherry chapstick, you hung your hand out of the passenger window, waiting for the western wind to blow the husk from your finger.

His thumb rubs against the rough edges of the flint wheel of his zippo, the sweet tang of tobacco invading your nose as the flame sparks leaving a burning cherry on the white paper. A slight chap to his lips from too much sun yesterday at the motel pool in BullHead City, you had supposed. Still, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. The only time you could was when his eyes caught yours, daring you to look away.

The way he stared at you with a smirk twisted on his mouth took every bit of breath from your lungs. Holding your gaze in a cozy embrace with the deep warmth of his russet colored eyes until you finally forced yours to break away and look out the window instead. Bottom lip bit between your lips as a growing heat travels over the apples of your cheeks.

If you would have looked back at him you’d have noticed the way he licked his lips as he watched you sigh as if you hadn’t been breathing. Snapping another sunflower seed between your teeth before putting them on the crest of your lips to put them out of the window— he had your movements memorized. Each more tantalizing than the next.

Neither of you were able to deny the tension between you lately, letting it build and fester, aching for relief in the form of pleasure.

The last eight weeks had started to wear heavy on your chest, and you found yourself daydreaming about the beginning of this adventure, like a record on an endless spin to your favorite song.

Not a single radio station would come in wherever the hell it was in Texas he was right now. With every crank of the tuning dial, only the agonizing noise of static strained through the speakers to keep him company as he drove along this highway that never seemed to end.

He cursed himself for not buying a map at the gas station he filled the truck up at this morning. His gut instinct usually guided him on which roads to take, and today was no different. Only today felt like he was pulled by something else, something deeper within himself.

The sky was a mix of cyan and cotton clouds, already hot for May, he was just about to give up on the radio before he popped over a hill and an oldies station came in clear as could be. And something else came into view, plenty far away yet.

Hot wind whipped at your shirt, providing next to nothing for comfort as you trudged along the broken asphalt. You now understood why this place was called the Lone Star State, because you haven’t seen a damn soul in miles. For today, you didn’t mind the loneliness. Leaving home, years ago, you didn’t have a destination in mind, only the knowledge that you needed to get the hell out.

Whatever highway you were on looked to be deserted. As if the state built a multi-laned monstrosity elsewhere and gave up on this slow, lonely stretch, leaving it to the elements. Prairie grass poked through the splintered road, tumbleweeds swayed in the ditches, collecting and tangling as one like a tawny bundle of barbed wire.

Looking behind you, a vehicle showed in the distance like a wavy mirage in the desert. You had half a thought to stick your thumb out and catch a ride to the nearest bus station, but when the vehicle got closer your conscience took over, and anxiety thumped in your chest.

Please don’t stop, please please.

The engine hummed to a lower gear, and you automatically put a hand on the pistol at your waistband. Moving further over to the side of the road where whoever was driving could see that you weren’t interested in their good deed, you kept your head down and kept walking.

Tires slowed and you went into a small panic, wishing you had something sharp to hold between your fingers, but the barren highway offered no such vice.

You heard faint music as the vehicle got closer, crawling almost to a stop as you quickened your steps hoping they would just keep going and leave you be.

“Pretty hot out today… need a lift?”

The voice felt like velvet on your skin, a warmth you’d never known. Endearingly charming, no southern twang like someone from Texas would have. You ignored him, letting the crunch of gravel on your worn boots answer instead.

You had never been given the luxury to trust someone, and you’d be damned if you were gonna start today with some stranger on the side of the road. Heart rate kicking up, you all but bolted to avoid him.

“Baby don’t run, I’ll take you anywhere,” his drawl wrapped around you like a vice, soft and pillowy, and finally your curiosity got the better of you, as you came to a halt. You wanted to look this asshole in the eyes and flash him the pistol you kept, maybe fire a warning shot over the hood of his truck so he’d get the message. That no, in fact you did not need a ride, not from him.

Stopping so his passenger window lined up with you in the center you eyed the only other beating heart on the side of the road.

His hair was past his shoulders, brown and wavy, more than likely frizzy in high humidity. Eyes that were shaped like Bambi’s colored like a bottomless cup of coffee without creamer. His nose sat with a fading sunburn painting along his cheeks, each dwelling a poked dimple in the center. And you swore the key to Heaven was buried in his smile.

When he spoke it was clear that his intentions weren’t to cause you any harm. Minutes ticked by as he waited for your answer.

“Hey, do you wanna see the West with me?”

It was a simple question asked from the quirked mouth of a guy you’d never met before, you would have remembered those eyes in any setting. He leaned an elbow out his window as he threw the truck in park, twisting in his seat to face you a little more. A cigarette dangling from his large hand.

The butter colored sun shone against his caramel curls like a breakfast roll full of sticky sugar, the same light changing his eyes into a whiskey auburn.

He was a complete stranger, but what was even stranger was your one word answer that spread that million dollar grin further onto his face than you thought humanly possible.

You moved your hand from that handle of the gun in your tattered jeans, bearing more holes than actual threads of denim. It was meant for situations just like this, and you had nabbed it from your dad right before you walked out the front door for the very last time.

Instinct told you to run, but something in those dark eyes brought you a wave of calm, whispering out as if you’d known him for years. Your boots had already blistered your heels from walking this far, so what the hell?

Pressing a thumb into the release of the door handle, you swung yourself and your knitted bag into the moth-bitten navajo rug that covered the seat.

His smile didn’t fade, never so much as creased into a frown as he waited for you to get situated. Before he put his truck into drive he explained where he was going.

He was making the grand gesture of looking for love like the kind he grew up watching with his own mom and dad. Explaining that love like that was out there waiting for him, and he was determined to find it, no matter the distance.

Suspicion jumped to your brow, and you tried to stifle the scowl on your lip. “What?” he chirped, a little twist to his lips, “don’t believe in stuff like that?”

This bastard clearly didn’t know heartache the way you were practically related to it. You sigh lazily before looking over at him. Trying not to break his dreams before he even had the chance to realize what a waste of time it was, you simply murmur, “honey, love’s never meant much to me, but I’ll come with you if you’re sure that’s what you need.”

After years of living and growing without being loved, it had become almost useless, something heard in songs or read in books, surely it wasn’t real. But hell, you’d humor this man whose smile danced like a western sunset against a salty ocean breeze, what was the worst that could happen?

A large calloused hand reached across the cab of the truck, and you shook it with a small grin as his voice rubbed like silk across your soul, “I’m Eddie.”

And so it began, the journey to find a love daring to be something greater than anything he’d ever known, hell bent and determined it was out there, wherever that may be.

He had asked about your life. Never pushing when your answers were too short, or ended the conversation entirely. Letting you have your space, he built a trust between the two of you that you weren’t sure about at first.

The roads were desolate, and you couldn’t imagine walking along them alone. You thanked whoever cared that your thoroughfare crossed into his, almost as if destiny had placed you there. Knowing you needed a friend after leaving the only thing you’d ever known and not having a single soul to rely on.

But as time went by, you realized just how much you could rely on him.

That first day, he drove until the windshield bled to ink. Stars dotted across the sky once the sun went to rest, and he encouraged you to follow suit, pulling a hooded sweatshirt from behind his seat and tossing it towards you. Your hesitation told him all he needed to know, that the uncertainty of him was rooted deep. Too deep for you to let your guard down around him.

That pearl handle poked out from your hip and his kind eyes met the scared look in yours. He rubs his lips together before he speaks calmly, “you uhm,” he looks over at you to show how serious this was to him, even if you couldn’t see it in the dark, “you don’t have to worry about using that with me… I’m not that kind of guy.”

His innocence spoke through his eyes in words he hadn’t said, showing you that he wasn’t lying, that you could trust him. You took a deep breath, wondering if you were insane for feeling comfortable with a guy you just met, but it wasn’t long before you whisper, “okay.”

When you snuck a peek over at him, his face was lit by the dim lights of the dash, a smirk nestled on his lips, cheeks welled with the deepest dimples you’d ever seen, and your shoulders eased for the first time since hopping in.

Neither of you spoke for the rest of the night. Your head resting on the window, his sweatshirt rolled under your neck as you fell into a sleep so tender and warm you felt like a baby being lulled to bed as he sang along to the radio.

The heat from the window warmed your cheek when you woke, leaving a less than glamourous mark. Letting out an embarrassingly long yawn, you stretch your arms above your head, feeling your back crack into submission.

“Shit, ‘m sorry, how long did I sleep?” you ask, covering your mouth again from another yawn.

Eddie smiled tiredly, his hair was wrapped into a bun at the base of his neck, sunglasses topping his nose, pushing up from his cheeks as he grins, “don’t apologize for sleeping when you’re tired,” he said, shrugging, “besides, you probably would’ve woken up if I crashed.”

A chuckle hits your dry throat and you cough, “where are we?”

“Still in Texas believe it or not,” he groans, turning it into a long yawn, holding a hand to his mouth, swallowing a bit, “I hoped we could’ve made it to New Mexico before I pulled over but I’m starting to think that ain’t gonna happen.”

You figured he would have stopped to sleep at some point in the night, even if it was just for a few hours. Guilt throttled you at the thought of him staying up while you were asleep. “I can drive while you take a nap.”

“Nah,” he says with a lazy smile, looking over at you, “not that I care if you drive my truck or not, I just think we could both use some decent sleep, watch a little tv, eat, plus… I need a shower.”

Taking a whore’s bath in the gas station sinks had kept you clean, but you almost cried outright at the thought of water, cold or hot you couldn’t care less, running down the length of your body. But the lack of money burning in your pocket stopped that dream in its tracks.

You had a couple hundred bucks left after selling off your car before leaving home. The cost efficient option would be to drive while he slept. “It’s really not a big deal, I promise I’m a good driver.”

The charm you tried to emanate when pulling out your license to show him that you indeed weren’t lying, fell flat as Eddie waved you off, “deodorant only lasts so long before we’ll have to ride with our heads outta the window.”

He laughs in your place as you stare out of the windshield, mind racing over the trouble of being able to afford a motel room.

“C’mon,” he smirks, that same lazy smile stretched on his face, you wondered if he ever got mad. “We survived almost a whole day together, if I was gonna rob you I would’ve done it already.”

“It’s not that,” you say, picking at your nails, fighting the urge to bite them to shreds, “I wasn’t walking because I wanted too…”

Wheels turn in a tired mind as Eddie nearly chokes when he realizes what you meant.

“Don’t worry about it,” he confirms, brushing you off as if it wasn’t a big deal that you’d be bunking with him for free, and when your facial expressions didn’t change, he lowered his voice, and took off his sunglasses, “seriously sweets, you’re doing me a favor keeping me company, ‘m not gonna make you pay for a trip you didn’t plan, okay?”

You sighed, and shook your head yes.

The nearest motel was a hole in the wall type of place. Adhering to the kind of people that either paid by the hour or stayed for weeks at a time. The perk being it was next to a gas station where you refused to let Eddie pay for the armful of snacks he had carried to the counter. Including two hotdogs that you couldn’t be bothered wondering how long they’d been spinning in the warmer.

His boots clunked against the sidewalk as he jumped from the bed of the pickup hauling his duffle bag over his shoulder, the hotel keys wrapped around his forefinger. Outside of you both relieving yourselves on the empty shoulder of the highway last night, this was the first time you’d seen just how tall he was.

He squints in the sun and cocks his head, “bet you a dollar the carpet is orange.”

Room 8 consisted of two full sized beds, a lamp between the two, an arm chair and a small television. A stiff neon brochure for adult channels lay next to the remote, and you scrunched your nose as Eddie pushed it to the floor with the heel of his boot.

Laying out the snacks neatly on the table, you hand him the other hot dog, licking a drop of mustard from your palm. He thanked you, and took a bite consuming almost half of it before dropping onto the bed closest to the door, laying flat on his back.

Having four walls around you gave you a sense of peace you hadn’t been expecting. Slipping off your shoes you wiggled your bare toes and sat on the bed facing away from him, rolling your socks into one another.

“How’s the hotdog?” you asked over your shoulder, moving your bag between the side of your bed and the wall for the bathroom.

A muffled sound comes from the other side of the room as he shovels another bite in, “rubbery, but not too bad for having been made at midnight.”

You snort and swing your legs into the bed. Grabbing the hotdog from the comforter and peeling back the white paper around it, taking a small bite. It was warm, and tasted a hell of a lot better than the moldy ham sandwich you ate yesterday. A satisfied hum leaves your mouth and you giggle.

“Hotdogs for breakfast… don’t think I’ve ever had this before.” You laugh again before taking another bite of the squishy snack. Eddie looks up as he chews the remaining bite, realizing this was the first time he’d ever heard you laugh loud enough for him to hear, what a beautiful sound.

“Stick with me, we’ll have breakfast for dinner, too,” his tongue pokes out to lick a smear of ketchup from the corner of his lip, and he yawns loud and proud.

You cross your feet beneath your legs, a content little smile on your face. “Do I still owe you a dollar if the carpet is also brown and green?”

Your combined laughter echoes across the wood paneling and the pictures of dogs playing poker. The two of you joke about the severely dated room, agreeing that this was probably the place to stay in its prime. But the sheets were clean and that’s about all you could ask for at this point.

Eddie’s eyes were nearly closed as he scrubs large hands down his face, his voice strained, “mind if I shower ‘fore I fall asleep?”

“Not at all,” you say, jumping from the bed and looking through the snacks to find the licorice, “take all the time you need.”

He tosses the remote to your bed and unzips his bag, pulling out a toothbrush and a clean pair of boxer briefs, a minute passes and he scratches his head before diving back into the bag, yanking out a folded pair of sweatpants.

Sighing as he peels off his boots, he walks to the bathroom door and before shutting it, he pokes his head back out, a curious little grin on his lips as he asks earnestly, “you’re not gonna run away, are you?”

You swallow the bite of licorice and smile back, “think you’re stuck with me, if that’s cool with you?”

His grin broadens to a cheshire smile and he says he won’t be long, promising to save some hot water.

Neither of you can quit the grin on your lips until the door unlocks, and Eddie mutters “cool,” to himself before leaving the steamed bathroom.

Diners with smudge stained windows and siding that was warped from the sun's rays, came few and far between on those lone, dust covered roads. Eddie had pulled into almost every one. “Never know when the next one will pop up, sweetheart,” he smirked, sending a wink your way that had your stomach fluttering.

Each menu, although stickier at some places than others, was relatively the same. Eggs, Bacon, Toast. Waffles at the fancier joints or maybe a bowl of fruit alongside a flapjack.

He watched you intently as your eyes scanned the menu, keeping his promise of having breakfast for supper a few week into your trip. His own stomach had been grumbling since you packed up from the last motel somewhere on the border of Oklahoma and New Mexico. A wrong turn near McCamey had taken you North to Amarillo, three hundred miles in the completely opposite direction.

Instead of screaming about the wasted fuel, Eddie had only shrugged. He was excited to cross into the panhandle, and to make a check along the list of states you’d scribbled onto a napkin a few days into the trip to cross off as you came through them.

That quiet, suspicious drifter he had picked up three weeks ago seemed to blossom with life the more he peeled back the bricks that you had surrounded yourself with. But Eddie was charismatic, easy to talk to, and you found yourself deep in the throes of explaining things to him you haven’t talked about in years.

When your cheeks would heat and embarrassment creeped up your neck, you apologized for talking too much. He only shook his head, a small smile on his lips as he said that he didn’t mind, he wanted to know more.

The waitress strolled back over with a cigarette hanging from her lip, a gray ash practically a mile thick on it as she grumbled about the specials and set glasses of water on the table—ice already melted besides a sliver of a stubborn cube.

“I’ll take a cup of coffee,” he charmed, folding the menu placing his hands on top of it, “two eggs hard fried, a couple of sausage patties and wheat toast, also one of those slices of lemon meringue pie I saw in the display window.”

Without so much as a grunt, the waitress lifted her eyes to look you over. Setting down the vinyl menu, you place your order and lick your lips at the thought of the homemade lard crust on the rhubarb pie.

Looking out the window to the dry landscape, you sigh with a breath of content. You had never been this far west before, never been anywhere really besides the small town you grew up in.

Two coffees sit in front of each of you and Eddie thanks the waitress, a dimpled grin on his cheeks as he opens a packet of sugar. Warm eyes look at you as he stirs the coffee into a swirl, “Nothing like home, huh?”

A smile presses to your lips and you sip the bitter liquid, chipped porcelain against your front teeth, “definitely not, the air is dry here.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, slipping the spoon into his mouth to clean the coffee up, taking a big gulp of the burnt— probably microwaved— concoction, “it is, but that’s the beauty in the journey, exploring different places, meeting new people.”

He tucks a curl behind his ear, a tiny silver hoop in his lobe, you hadn’t noticed before and you ask, “you keen on picking up strangers on the side of the road?”

A laugh bubbles from his throat, and he smiles big showing all of his teeth, “in all the years I’ve been on the road, I never have, not until you,” he takes a sip of his coffee, a pretty blush rides on his cheeks, “guess I haven’t run out of luck just yet.”

You hide your own smile, itching your nose, “how long has it been?”

Eddie thinks for a minute, “well, I left Florida when I was seventeen..,” he adds up the years on his fingers with this thumb moving to each one, “… shit,” he says with a smirk, “almost nine years now.”

He was older, not by much, but you had both left at a younger age. Calling the open road and warm air home for years. Living like a Steve Earle song sporting a two pack habit and a motel tan, it seemed like fate put you on the same road that he was traveling that day.

But you push that thought away, Eddie was looking for love, and you were just tagging along like a pet, a friend at best.

“Do you ever miss it?”

He stretches himself across the booth, arms on the back of the peeling seat, pearl snaps straining against the denim from the broadness of his chest, and you find it hard not to look, “Nah, I’ll go back someday, me and my girl.”

That flutter happens again in your stomach and you feel almost nauseous at how infectious his smile is.

You spend the rest of dinner that way, trying to shove down a grin with each bite of breakfast food as the sun fell behind the mountains. Letting the butterflies swarm, with each time he looked into your eyes.

Not knowing that Eddie was also slowly losing his own battles, leaving with something more in his stomach that was sweeter then the stiff meringue on that damn lemon pie.

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ariesbilly · 3 months

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Has anyone done a fic where it’s like modern au or the 2000s, something where steve wasn’t a teenager in 80s or at least really young

So anyway he’s driving along the road one night and sees a kid about his age walking along, looks kind of dated with his curly mullet and leather jacket and unbuttoned shirt but maybe he just came back from a costume party or something. And Steve, being the good guy he is, pulls up to the guy and asks if he wants a ride home, is maybe looking for something more when he gets a look at the guys face and realizes what a knockout he is.

And the guy is charming too, smirking at him and accepting the ride, tho there’s something a little sad in his eyes, a little haunted.

Steve asks questions like his name (billy hargrove) and “haven’t seen you around here before, you from here?” (No, California)

He doesn’t really offer up much else and he doesn’t ask Steve about himself, which…is fine, Steve guesses.

But when he asks billy where he should drop him off billy gets a little panicked look in his eye. Repeats that he can’t go home, his dad’s gonna be so mad, he can’t go home.

And Steve’s like okay….quarry then? Because that’s his spot when he doesn’t want to go home, wants to avoid his parents.

Billy agrees and Steve drives them to the water. Parks the car. Steve tries to strike up conversation but Billy’s reluctant to say anything. When Steve, going out on a limb, suggests a late night swim, Billy agrees.

So they strip off their clothes. Steve runs to the water, dives in. Waits for billy to come but…he never does. And Steve can’t see him on the shore, the only light coming from the beemers headlights. He calls out for him, but nothing. Steve’s shoulders sag, he swims back to shore, assumes he’s been had, billys left to go…wherever. Steve sulks and goes home

It’s not until the next morning he gets in his car and notices a leather jacket in his backseat. Which…weird. But he’s kinda hopeful. He can use this to see billy again. He’s just…gotta find him

Problem is when he asks around, no one’s heard of a billy hargrove. It’s not until someone mentions knowing a Neil Hargrove that Steve finally has a lead. So he tracks him down to a house on a cherry lane. Knocks on the door. An angry old man answers, demanding to know what Steve wants

Timidly, Steve asks if a billy lives there? Or if the man knows anyone named Billy Hargrove?

And the man goes cold. Stares Steve down in a way that has him wanting to run for the hills.

The man says “Billy was my son. And he died years ago.”

And that…can’t be right. Steve just saw him last night so… he has his jacket for christs sake

But before he can say anything else the door is slammed in his face.

Later that day Steve’s hanging out with his best friend Robin. Tells her about the weird interaction he had today. And Robin loves a good mystery so she drags Steve to the library or pulls up her laptop and searches the obituaries for a billy hargrove and sure enough…July 4, 1985 a billy hargrove died in a car crash along the same stretch of road Steve found him on the previous night. And right there in black and white is the face of the boy Steve had in his passenger seat

Steve doesn’t know what the hell to think

#local cryptid billy my beloved #harringrove

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dottedsilktie · 11 days

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Red Chevy baby

Spring cleaning always gets you emotional, especially when it's time for Toji to try - and fail - to get rid of your beloved old red Chevy. This year, you take a trip down memory lane and Toji takes it as a chance to share a cautionary tale with your son, Megumi.

cw : +18, smut, car sex, swearing and mild degradation, love confessions, breeding kink, piv, unprotected sex, pet names, fluff

Toji is standing in your home’s garage, a hand on his hip, his sharp gaze zeroed in on the old Camaro collecting dust in a dark corner. You watch him from where you’re lounging on the long chair he’s set up for you on the nearby grass. It’s a scene you’re familiar with, one you’ve seen unfold many times before but it still strikes the same bittersweet feeling in you.

He mutters something to himself, now putting both hands on his hips and widening his stance. It almost looks like he’s staring down the car, a silent battle of wits. The old cherry red carcass is the same as ever - impassible, quiet, happy to rest after years of being well-loved. You peer at it over the rim of your sunglasses and it looks like an apparition, specks of muted carmine flashing through a dust haze. What used to be sleek lines, is now worn out and dulled, and somehow more charming than when Toji first bought it. You still remember the first time he’d picked you up in it.

It was his first big splurge : clean money, he’d sworn on his life and when you told him it didn’t mean anything, he doubled down and swore on the brand new pony car. He took you for a test drive in the city, a little self-satisfied smirk on his face the whole ride. Above all, you remember the way his smug smirk grew into a genuine boyish smile when you finally told him how proud he’d made you. It felt like he’d atoned for everything he’d done in his wretched life before you. It was also a tacit promise, one of a better life – a clean one.

He kept true to his words after that and the little Camaro was his witness through it all. In every little scratch to its bumper, there’s a story you reminisce about with misty eyes.

Toji snaps you out of your little daydream, grumbling “I’m getting rid of her for good this time”. He turns to face you with an already wavering determination. You’ve had the same talk countless times before ; his going in the garage for spring cleaning, gauging the car up and threatening to get rid of it, only to come back inside with a defeated air and a mumbled promise to do it some other time.

It’s endearing, the ill-masked sentimentality of it all.

So you play along, sighing and getting up from your chair, strutting to him with a wry smile. “Are you now ?”, you quip with a quirked brow. “Hell yeah I am, it’s just a pile of junk ; why the fuck should we keep it ? Just takes up space”, he grumbles.

The feigned irritation in his voice doesn’t match the softness in his eyes or the sappy upwards twitch of his scarred lip when he stares at the Camaro for a tad too long. You press yourself against him then, your arms encircling his waist, “Or we can just keep it, maybe take it out for a drive some time. You could even repair it, hand it down to Megs !”. You sound hopeful and you feel Toji relax in your hold until you mention Megumi, then he freezes and stares down at you, gaze nothing short of horrified.

“Absolutely not, do you want the fucker to knock up some girl in there ? We both know this car is fucking cursed or something”. He shivers against you and you just laugh. Your effervescent fit of giggles soothes his initial horror, and he lets out a deep laugh of his own.

There’s a beat of silence when you share a knowing grin, both reminiscing on shameless moonlit trysts in the backseat of Toji’s car, when he was still rooming with Shiu and the urge to fuck you got the better of him. It was easier to have you in the ‘privacy’ of his car than to risk having Shiu hear your pretty whimpers of pleasure Toji treasured so much, he reasoned. He was as territorial as they come - still is - so you grew well acquainted with the cool leather seats of the cramped Camaro.

One occurrence stands out, though. At the time you hadn’t seen him in days, away on a job of your own, and when you reunited you were both beyond pent-up. For the first time you were the one begging him for a quick fuck, just something to dull the edge of the sharp want twisting your insides before Shiu was out of Toji’s hair so he could make up for lost time properly.

Toji was quick to agree, driving you in a secluded parking lot. Before he could even turn the engine down, you were lunging towards him, one hand supporting you on the centre console and the other twisting in the fabric of his shirt. You were already a wanton mess, kissing the corner of his scarred lips in a silent plea for more and he was too happy to be desired to deny you, opening his mouth to sloth his tongue against yours. It was messy and sloppy, a cacophony of broken whimpers and the unmistakable rustling of clothes being shed.

He swiftly pulled you on his lap, ridding you of your blouse and kissing his way down to your collarbones. He was a man starved, sucking shamelessly at the sensitive skin above your breasts then trailing wet kisses up the exposed column of your throat, relishing in your little mewls and the fevered drag of your clothed cunt on his growing bulge.

“I missed you so much, pretty girl - fucking hell, I couldn’t stop thinking about you”, he groaned into your skin, deft fingers undoing your bra with practised ease and moving to pull at your pebbled nipples. Even in your lust fuelled high, you could find it in you to be flustered, his words going straight to your untouched clit and making you squirm harder against him.

It should’ve been ridiculous to feel so much from so little, pleasure overpowering the discomfort of the empty belt buckle digging in your knee, the shame of dripping in your underwear just from words and small kisses but you’d never wanted anyone more and you were past hiding it.

You ground your hips harder into him, cupping his face and pulling his mouth away from where he was biting down on your nipple to kiss him fervently, pleading into his mouth, “Toji, more – Fuck, I need you, I missed you too”. He smiled against your kiss, running his hands down your sides then holding your waist in a loose grip, forcing you into a slower, more deliberate rhythm against his leaking cock. “Yeah ? What do you need, baby ? Say it and I’ll give it to you”, he cooed against your lips but before you could answer he was already dragging into another searing open-mouthed kiss, his hold on your waist tightening into a bruising grip. You drank down everything he had to offer, spit running past the corner of your lips, and he was just as eager to taste you.

You wordlessly guided one of his hands down to the hem of your skirt and when his thumb grazed the damp lace of your underwear, you almost let out an airy whimper of his name. You were back to humping his cock straining against his jeans, no real rhythm to your movements, just the urge to feel more, give more then take everything he had to offer.

Toji took care of you though, like he always did : he dug his large fingers into your thigh enough to hurt, slowing you down and making you wince against his lips, then he was pulling your ruined panties to the side and running a finger along your slit. He hissed at the contact and you moaned. “Soaking wet already, my baby’s so eager for me”, he mused to himself, a heady pleasure starting to cloud his senses.

“A couple of days away got your pretty pussy leaking just from a few kisses, poor baby ; want me to make it better, fuck the neediness out of you ?”, he mumbled against your throat, hiding the alarming shade of red flushing his cheeks, relieved that he could conceal his arousal behind yours.

It only heightened your pleasure as you nodded fervently and chased the fingers he used to pinch and pull at your puffy lips, breathlessly asking for “Just one finger, please Toji”.

Your little pleas, so desperate and polite but unmistakably ravenous, made his head swim with pleasure so he stopped his teasing and traced a finger down to your hole, circling it. He swore he could hear the ecstasy in your airy voice when you sunk down on his finger, rocking your hips back and forth and fuck, you were tighter than usual, so much wetter too.

When you’ve been starved for days, every little touch is magnified so you rode his digits like you would his cock - eyes closed and walls spasming, and you were rewarded with another thick finger sinking in you and curling alongside the first. Toji spread them out inside of you and circled your clit in small, measured strokes of his thumb, eager to have more of your slick pouring down his palm, to see your pretty face twist in pleasure while you fucked yourself on his hand. He was obsessed with the idea of you using him to get off, it was exhilarating ; it sent a rush like no other in him, a tingling sensation blooming in his chest followed by a jolt of pleasure in his cock and a heady pride clouding his mind.

“Are you close ?”, he whispered in between sucks to one of your pert nipples. He knew you were, could easily tell from how much you were leaking and shaking around his fingers, but he liked hearing your whiny voice slur out the words anyway. “Y-Yeah, I’m so close Toji, please keep going”, you pleaded, high-pitched and needy. Suddenly, he stopped moving his fingers inside of you and bit down on your nipple, hard. It made you squeak and jolt in his lap, your ruined orgasm paining you more than the mean tug of his teeth around your flesh. “Ask for it" , Toji groaned. "Beg me nicely and I might just let you cum".

You were all too happy to tell just how much you needed him, frenzied pleas bubbling out past your kiss-swollen lips before you could even think, “Please, please I need you; I-I– haven’t even touched myself in days; can’t cum without you anymore”.

It would’ve been pathetic if it didn’t get Toji’s dick impossibly harder, plaguing his mind with images of his darling girl trying to fuck herself to sleep in a dingy hotel room miles away from home, only to relent and let all that pent-up lust fester. He was getting drunk off of your little mewls and your hushed confessions, spurring you on, “Yeah ? You waited to come back to me so I can get you off ? Is that why you begged me to fuck you in the car like a whore ?”.

Because you were easy, his crudeness did it for you and you turned into a babbling mess, confessing to everything ; how you counted the days down until you could see him again, how you’d tried and failed to get yourself off to thoughts of his hands and mouth on you, how badly you needed him. It sent him in a frenzy, the pace of his fingers slamming in your cunt and against that tender spot inside you becoming truly brutal. Toji thought he might cum untouched just from the unmistakable clenching of your cunt around his fingers trying to suck him in and the high keen of his name escaping your rosy lips.

He covered up his own pleasured groans against your tits, mumbling shameless praise that heightened the ebb and flow of your orgasm, telling you just “What a fucking good girl you are, making a mess on me; you’re so beautiful when you cum, I need you to soak my cock like you did my fingers”.

He didn’t waste time reclining his seat and pushing it as far as possible from the steering wheel, taking his already leaking cock out of his trousers and pumping it a few times.

You were out of it, barely lucid after your first orgasm but you were already eyeing his cock with the voracious glint in your eyes that Toji’s became well acquainted with so he had no qualms about pushing you down into his cock even as you hissed and whined. He was courteous enough to let you experimentally roll your hips and get used to the burning stretch, but when you relaxed around him, he grabbed your ass and started guiding you up and down his length at a dizzying pace.

You were a wanton mess all over again, quickly recovering from the remnants of your first orgasm and already chasing the next and Toji just had to wonder how he even had it in him to let you go in the first place.

Every time you left for one of your business trips, he found himself yearning for you more. He craved you all the time and not just for the sex, these days he’s grown content to just do anything or nothing at all with you - running errands, watching movies, playing house at his tiny apartment when Shiu finally fucked off and he realised it only really felt like a home when you were there anyway, so maybe he was getting all sappy or maybe he --

“I love you”, he blurted out without thinking, balls deep inside you and face buried in your tits.

It was barely above a whisper but it was there, soft and weightless, and the air around you shifted under the pressure of things unsaid finally snapping.

You froze above him, pretty doe eyes looking down at him in awe and…relief ? He couldn’t be sure, not when the pale light of tired lampposts barely pierced through the darkness of the small car.

He almost wanted to backpedal, tell you that he didn’t mean it or laugh it off as crazed sex talk but then you were bending down to kiss him and his brain short-circuited.

You were painfully sweet, swollen lips brushing the scar bisecting his mouth and pressing featherlight kisses against his cheeks and jaw. “I love you too”, you whispered in a honeyed voice. It made him swallow around the lump in his throat, engorged cock twitching uncontrollably against your snug walls, and he thought that he could've died a happy man then and there.

He marvelled at how easy it was for you to make him spiral, your hushed confession was like a saccharine high that cut through a lifetime of bitterness, and he had to hear it again, begged you - “Say it again, say it”.

“I love you so much, honey” this time was even better than the first, deliberate and slow, your smile apparent in your voice. He laughed a little with you, breathless and so happy his chuckle threatened to break into a stifled sob. “Honey”, he parroted and you nodded, “Don’t like it ?”.

“I love it, wanna hear more”, he admitted in hushed whisper and you were eager to please him, lifting off your hips and slamming them back down against his with a drawled out moan of the pet name. Then you were the one fucking him, a slow rhythm of your ass slapping his thighs, the lull in between the sound of skin against skin filled with your mewled “I love you”’s.

“Don’t think I can let you go after this”, he mumbled into your chest, painfully honest, arms loosely draped around your waist just to slow you down. You laughed breathlessly against him, reaching a hand to brush inky black hair out of his eyes, “I don’t plan on going anywhere, Toji”.

You rolled your hips harder against him and squeezed around his length, “I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me”.

That’s all the reassurance he needed before he picked up speed again, thrusting his hips up so he could fuck into you and draw more of those happy little sounds he loved so much. He looked at you through half-lidded eyes, drinking in how well you took him and how beautiful you looked, then everything he’s held back spilt out, a diluvian stream of consciousness - confessions of you how long he’s loved you, how he couldn’t bear to be separated from you, how hard he’s tried to get clean just for you.

It had you sobbing against him, his new-found candour and the brutal drag of his veiny cock in your sensitive cunt igniting a white-hot pleasure deep in your belly.

What got you though is his the strain in his voice when he promised to become even better just for you, nonsensical babbles about domestic bliss - “I’ll be so good to you sweetheart, I’ll give my pretty girl anything she needs - fuck, I’ll get you a nice ring and a white picket fence house and – a-aah shit, you’re sucking me in – anything at all, just say the word and it’s yours”.

The suburban dream he painted had you clawing at his shoulders as your orgasm threatened to rush through you. “Just want you, Toji” you slurred out, tender and sincere and it spurred him into fucking you in a mind-numbing high, pumping you full of his cum and kissing you through it and promising, “I’m already yours, sweetheart”.

His orgasm felt never-ending, rope after rope of sticky cum pouring into your fluttering cunt. He smoothed one large hand over your lower stomach, musing absentmindedly, “You’re just so good, letting me fuck you full of cum. You just keep sucking me in like you want it to take, greedy little thing”.

With your sex-high wearing off, you hid your face in his neck, chiding, “Stop saying that”.

“What ? That you like being bred ?”, his thundering laugh cut through the thick silence of the car and you hit his chest to shut him up.

A pleasant quietness settled over you once again and Toji spoke up after a while, “Hey, but what if it works ?”.

“It won’t, I’m on birth control you imbecile”.

“Lose the attitude, I know you are but I’m just sayin' - hypothetically, if you were to get pregnant then…”, he trailed off, bringing one large to brush your hair out of your face, levelling a hesitant gaze at your flushed face. You let a heavy silence hang between you.

“Then ?”

“Then I’ll kick Shiu out to make room for the new brat”.

“Good thing I won’t get pregnant then”.

And surely enough, you did get pregnant (to your mild horror and Toji’s delight) and the only explanation Toji came up with after all those years was that the little Camaro cursed you into being fertile when you shouldn’t have been.

Your intimate reverie and the quiet of the late afternoon are disturbed as a chipper pair of boys runs to you on the yard, tufts of pink and black hair obstructing your view when the pair jumps in your arms. Megumi and his friend-turned-brother Yuuji are eager to tell you about their day but their attention is quickly diverted from you as they catch a glimpse of the old red car in the garage.

Before they can make a run for it and inspect it, Toji grabs them both by the collar and lifts them up, scowling menacingly at Megumi, “Now listen boy, if there’s one rule you need to follow under my roof, it’s to never get near that car - it’s cursed, you hear me?”. Megumi looks quizzically at his father, then at you, and finally nods before scurrying inside the house with his friend. You laugh at Toji, hugging him again, “So intimidating, don’t want the kid to know where he came from ?”. “Shut up, I’m just not ready to be a grandpa”, he retorts, flicking your forehead then kissing it better.

You think the old Camaro still has some good days ahead of it though, because like he’s done countless times before, Toji ends up covering the car again and vowing to get rid of it some other time.

Thanks for reading ! Any comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated

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ijustreallylovethem · 1 month

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highway don't care

matt rempe x reader

words: 3,230

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you slammed the car door shut behind you, trying to will away the tears that threatened to fall and shoving the key into the ignition. the fight that had just occurred inside was the biggest one you and matt had ever had, and you needed to get away from him for a while. the plan wasn't perfect, driving around the outskirts of the city for a bit until you had enough time to cool off, but you were angry and not thinking your clearest.

you backed out of your parking spot, soft music starting up through the car radio as your phone connected to it, playing whatever song you had been listening to last on spotify. as you turned onto the road, you took a deep breath, then another, trying to get your heart to calm and your head to level, but it didn't seem to work. the tears you were trying to stop throughout the entire argument started to freely flow down your face. you sniffled, reaching up to wipe your cheeks with the sleeve of your hoodie.

"so stupid," you muttered to yourself. you slowed as you approached a red light, using the brief pause to once again dry your cheeks. your music cut off, and you sniffled again as you reached for your phone. it didn't turn on, and the fact that it was dead was just the cherry on top of the shitty situation. you let out a small, muffled scream, tossing it back in the empty passenger seat.

the light turned green, so you followed the car in front of you as you switched to the radio. most of the stations were static, but one finally came through with a song. you knew it, it was on the playlist you played when you wanted to cry. fitting. you hummed along, rolling down the window a bit and hoping the cool breeze would help calm you down.

the car in front of you turned on their blinker, and you slowed down until they turned, then sped back up. there were no cars on the road anymore, and you smiled slightly at the idea of the open road. you reached for your phone, planning to text your friend macy to see if you can come over for a bit. the thought of talking through the argument sounded enticing, but the screen stays black and you remember that its dead, so you drop it back in its spot.

you sigh, leaning your head on your hand, your elbow rested on the door. you come up over a small hill, hardly any time to react to the car that's supposed to be in the other lane, but has partially crossed the middle line. you don't even have time to brake before their car collides with yours, and everything around you goes black.

~~~

you heard the front door shut and you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. you had been stewing in your anger ever since the second period, when he had been ejected from the game. you had tried to plan out what you were going to say, but the second you saw his face, all of that vanished.

"hey baby." you didn't reply. was he going to just act normal? act like he hadn't hurt someone only hours ago? act like you hadn't been watching? he could tell you were upset, the way you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes instead of greeting him back. "what's wrong?"

"don't act like you don't know," you scoffed. his eyes widened, then they narrowed as he thought about what he could have done. he was silent for too long, so you scoffed again.

"i'm thinking here, baby! give me a hint."

"the fact that you don't know isn't making this better for you! you should very well know why i'm upset with you after the game you just played. or should i say the game you didn't play." you watched as he rolled his eyes, taking a second to look at the ceiling in disbelief.

"you're upset i got ejected."

"well, i've only asked you to play a little cleaner multiple times now." he sighed.

"and i told you that it's not that easy." you could tell he was getting annoyed, but at this point you didn't care. you sighed, and he was immediately on the defensive. "they expect me to play this way! the fans-"

"i don't care about the fans, matt! i care about you! i care about your well-being and the well-being of everyone on the opposing team! you've played how many games now and gone into the box every single one. and how many of those haven't been majors?" he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, but you continued. "the first time was funny, debuting your professional career with a planned fight. but you cannot keep this shit up, matt."

"i might not have a professional career if i don't keep this up!"

"you might not have a fucking life if you do, though." the room went silent, matt unsure what to say and you trying to will away your tears.

you had seen all of the comments, you knew the dangers of the road he was going down. you hated seeing the pain and injuries he had caused to opposing players. you hated seeing how dark and puffy his face had been after his last fight, and you knew the effects could very much last long-term. thinking about losing matt over something so avoidable, it absolutely tore you apart.

"i cannot keep watching you put yourself in a dangerous place just because you feel like the coach or the GM may not like that you don't want to constantly fight and play rough. you have a bunch of people that love you, that have already experienced loss, and we don't want anything to happen to you."

he sat on the edge of the bed, sighing as he ran his hands over his face and through his hair. he settled with his elbows on his knees, his hands over his mouth. you watched, waiting for him to say something.

"i don't understand why you're so insistent that something is going to happen to me." your mouth dropped at his words once you fully registered them.

"do you not understand how stressful it is to be punched in the face every time you play?"

"so don't watch!"

"i'm not talking about me, matt! continuous head trauma isn't fucking good for you!"

"i can't just stop playing rough. it's what they expect from me. they'll just send me back if i change the way i play."

"did they tell you that?"

"what?"

"were you explicitly told you'd go back down if you didn't play rough?"

"well no, but-" you walked over to the door and shoved your feet into your slippers, then walked out of the room. you were by the front door, grabbing your keys from their peg, when matt caught up to you.

"i'll be back."

"where are you going? we're in the middle of-"

"i just need a break." then you opened the front door and you were gone.

~~~

the forty-five minutes since he had gotten the call from your mom had been a complete blur for matt. he didn’t remember much of it, just the panicked voice coming through his phone.

“matt, i got a call. she’s at the hospital. they said there was an accident. are you with her?” his brain started spinning, hoping he had somehow heard her wrong.

but now here he was, sat in the waiting room. he had been told that someone would come explain what they knew to him as soon as possible, and he hoped that was true. he knew the hospital staff was busy, but he could drive himself crazy with all the possible scenarios.

all he knew is that you were in surgery. that’s all the nurse at the desk knew, so that’s all that he knew. surgery for what though? it had to be bad if you went in immediately. was it head trauma? brain damage? had you lost a limb? what if you had amnesia and didn't remember him? at least then you wouldn't remember the fight.

matt was upset at a lot of things at the moment, but at the top of that list, bolded, circled in red, and written twice as big as anything else, was himself. he should have stopped you from leaving. hell, he should of quit playing like an asshole so the fight never even happened. so he sat there, staring at the ground and thinking of everything he should have done different, everything he could have changed so he wasn't here, waiting to find out if you were even going to survive.

"y/n y/l/n?"

matt was immediately standing at the sound of the nurse calling out your name. she gave him a sad smile as she walked over, checking her chart.

"so, it's not pretty but the doctors do expect the rest of the surgery to go smoothly. there were a few broken ribs, a punctured lung, a broken leg, and they expect some head trauma but there's not too much they can check there until she wakes up."

"jesus christ," he muttered, running a hand over his face. "she's still in surgery?" the nurse nods.

"someone will be out to get you when she's moved to a room after, or to update you should anything happen."

"thank you." the nurse offered another sad smile as she gave a small nod, then she turned and returned the way she came. matt sighed, making his way back to his seat and pulling out his phone. he looked at the screen for a moment, a picture he took of you one night when you had gone out for dinner. you had just gotten your drinks and he asked to take a picture of you, only for your response to be blowing the wrapper off your straw at him. he took the picture then, of you giggling at his shocked face as you stuck your straw into your drink.

he didn't realize he was crying until a tear dropped onto the screen. it turned off automatically and he wiped it off, sniffling and wiping away more tears from his eyes. he opened his phone again, unlocking it this time, his thumb hovering over the call log. should he call your mom? update her on what he was told? or should he wait until she got here, when you were likely out of surgery with more definitive answers?

he shook his head, turning off his phone and setting it in his lap. he slid down in his chair a bit, getting comfortable and letting his head rest back against the wall. he didn't realize until now how tired he was. but that's what playing a hockey game, fighting with your girlfriend, and then finding out she had been in a car accident and was in emergency surgery will do to you. he was asleep before he knew it.

unfortunately, his dreams were plagued with you. mainly the gruesome possibilities of what could have happened to you. he didn't have any details of the accident himself, so his subconscious was taking creative liberties on what events could have unfolded. his pictured you car being hit, your body being thrown, a massive amount of blood. he saw you crying out for help but no one there to stop the bleeding or pull you from the wreckage.

he was pleasantly shocked to find out it was all a dream when he was gently shaken awake by a nurse. he looked confused, and she offered him a soft smile. this one was much more reassuring than the nurse who had spoken to him earlier, so he took that as a good sign.

"you're here for y/n y/l/n?" he nodded. "she's out of surgery, in her own room. they did everything they could to fix her up, but the doctors can't say for sure when she'll wake up." matt's brows furrowed.

"what do you mean?"

"they did a scan of her brain and it seems there's been a bit of trauma from where she hit it."

"she hit her head?" the nurse nodded.

"they're unsure what the extent of that damage is though. there's not much more they can do until she wakes up."

"if she wakes up?" the nurse offers a tight smile.

"they expect her to wake up. there just isn't an estimate on how soon that will be." matt frowned. he wasn't so easily convinced. to him, it sounded like she was saying one thing but meaning another. "i can walk you back to her room if you'd like to sit with her." he nodded, standing up and following the nurse.

as they walked, he has some time to think. what if you didn't wake up? what if you did but you had problems due to the head trauma? is this how you felt every time you saw him get hit in the head?

"its helpful to talk to patients that are unconscious, as it can help them wake up sooner. most people say they can hear people speaking to them before they've woken up." matt looked at her confused.

"isn't she just under anesthesia?" the nurse nodded.

"she is, but... she wasn't responsive when she was brought in. she may stay unconscious for a but after the anesthesia wears off." matt's lips pursed, as if he wasn't satisfied with that answer.

finally, she stopped in front of a door, turning to face matt.

"before you go in, she's hooked to a few machines and IVs. she's got some scratches and bruises on top of her major injuries, and she may not look like herself entirely. she's lost a bit of blood and is likely paler than normal. would you like me to stay with you for a moment?" matt eyed the door, nervous to see you but glad that you were just on the other side.

"no, i'll be alright." the nurse nods, giving him that reassuring smile again.

"there's a button for the nurse's station if you need anything." he thanked her as she walked away, then turned to face the door. he took a deep breath and shook out his hands, steeling himself to see you.

when he opened the door, he couldn't help the tears that came to his eyes. the nurse was right, you hardly looked like yourself. there was a cast on your leg, scratches and cuts all over your body, and the occasional bruise. the worst was your forehead. he could tell you hit it hard on something, and your eye mirrored the way his had looked just a week ago. it stood out even worse against your pale skin.

"oh, baby," he whispered. there was a chair in the corner and he grabbed it, dragging it over to the side of your bed. he was hesitant to touch you, he didn't want to cause you any more pain. he settled for sliding his hand under yours, hoping it didn't disturb you too much. however, the feeling of your cold, clammy skin just made the tears start to fall.

"baby, i am so sorry." he stopped talking, choking on his words. his vision blurred from the tears in his eyes and he used his free hand to wipe them away, but they were just replaced by more.

he suddenly comes to a realization. earlier, while he was waiting, he regretted the fight that caused you to leave. but now, he realized what you felt. he understood the pain you went through when you saw him get hurt. up until now, he had brushed off the thought of lasting effects of his fights. he thought that he was fine, things like that would never happen to him. but now he was here, sitting next to his bruised and broken girlfriend in a hospital bed, because she was in an accident that most people assume will never happen to them.

"i- fuck, i should've just listened to you. you were absolutely right." he lets out a little laugh, thinking about the call he got just after you left the apartment. "if you were awake, you'd definitely kick my ass for this but uh, i have to go in tomorrow for a hearing to see if i'm suspended or not for my hit. well, more like how many games i'm suspended for."

he sniffles, wiping away more tears. he looks too long at the puffiness of your eyes.

"i'll talk to them tomorrow. i'll tell them that i'll be playing cleaner from now on. not ask, tell. hopefully your mom is here by then, i don't want to leave you here alone. no, i won't leave you here alone. i think they'd understand if i wasn't able to go in tomorrow right?"

he takes his time, looking out the window for a bit, then resting his forehead on the bed next to the mattress. finally, he sits back up and looks at you again.

"the nurse made it sound like there's a small chance you might not wake up. i think she was trying to sound optimistic, telling me they expect you to wake up but they just don't know how long. but i don't know, it felt like there was something she wasn't saying."

he has to take a break then, because tears start falling again and his lip starts to tremble.

"i-" his voice cracks, so he swallows and then tries again. "i really need you to wake up. i have... absolutely no clue what i would do without you. you've always been there for me, no matter where i moved or what crazy idea i had. you were always right by my side, making sure i wasn't alone. i can't live without you."

he lets out a laugh, almost as if he can't believe the situation he's found himself in.

"i wanted to marry you. i do want to marry you. that's what i was gonna buy first with my big contract, a ring. my mom and my sisters told me that i would be absolutely insane to not marry you, but hey didn't have to tell me that. i already knew i would be the dumbest person alive to let you go. but, i can't marry you if you don't wake up, baby."

he has to stop again, wiping his cheeks free of tears. just the thought of not being able to do the thing he's thought about since he met you enough to make him nearly lose it completely.

"i really need you to wake up. we're supposed to get married and have kids and teach them to skate together. and you're gonna get mad at me for doing dumb things but i promise from now on i'll listen to you instead of trying to fight you. i'll do anything, absolutely anything you want, baby. but you gotta wake up for me, okay?"

obviously, there was no response, but matt wasn't sure what else to say. so he carefully leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to the back of your hand before resting his head next to it.

"i love you, baby. please wake up for me."

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Sugar Sweet Tongue

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry x Short!Shy!Reader

summary: Sweet little Y/n has caught the eye of the local lumberjack, and he gives her a lesson or two in tonguing and kisses (requested by anon)

Henry Masterlist, Full Masterlist, Lumberjack!Henry

Library blog: @f10werfaes-cosy-collection

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“H-Henry stop, y-you’re being bad!” Y/n whimpered pushing down the skirt of her purple uniform, Henry growling as his hands cupped her warm pussy as Y/n’s head popped out of the toilet to check if any more customers had come in. “Ya ever had someone touch ya like this sugar?” Henry whispered, rubbing her clit through her underwear, his other hand greedily groping her tits.

Y/n shook her head, clamping her thighs together to get rid of his eager hands, both of them breaking apart as soon as the bell of the entrance rang out meaning a new customer had entered the sweet shop. Rushing out of the staff toilets Y/n walked out as normally as possible, trying to ignore the tingly itch rising down below. One of her regulars, Mrs.Gorman had come in looking for her usual lemon soothers. Her new older boyfriend now stuck hiding out in the back, but what else was new?

(7 weeks ago)

“Hi, welcome to Sweets Truly, Mr. Lumberjack!” Y/n gleamed looking up at the big gruff Henry towering over the counter, his hand throwing down five peppermints along with a two dollar bill. “W-would you like a receipt?” Y/n stuttered holding out the bill of paper, shocked as she felt his rough hands hold her face up to him. “so so pretty, might keep ya all to myself”

And off he went, without missing a beat, the bell of the door causing Y/n to shake herself out of it. The odd man had come in at least thrice that week, and it was only Tuesday, had he a weird addiction to peppermint? Over the next few days he had come in as usual, getting his fill of mints, offering her a different nickname each time.

Inexperienced and naive, Y/n couldn’t help but feel herself whimper every time he looked at her direction, sending a wink, and smirking every time he saw her clench her thighs together. It got to a point where Y/n asked her sweet grandparents for extra shifts just so she could get that feeling again. So one night after closing, she found herself walking down the town’s street just after 9pm, hugging her coat closer to her dress clad body, she felt nerves as she neared the bar filled with rowdy men.

This was the one reason why she hated closing.

“Oh hey pretty lady, where are you off to tonight?” She heard a slurred voice say behind her once she speed walked past the loud bar, a strike of panic rising through her chest as she heard footsteps gaining on her. It’s hard to run in Mary Janes, so Y/n starts to pick up the pace, when all of a sudden a thick arm wraps around her shoulders; tucking her into someones side as they both walked quickly.

“P-please don’t hurt me” Y/n whimpered feeling her eyes start to wet with tears, her hands clutching tightly to her pink cherry purse, containing nothing but extra sweets she wanted to bring home. “Jus’ keep walkin’ sweets, you’ll be okay” She heard that same voice whisper, she knew that voice, she craved that voice.

“M-Mr. Lumberjack?” She whispered, wiping away stray tears with the back of her hand, his hand slowly rubbing up and down her arm softly as they made their way to her house. Both of them walking in a comforting silence, his arm not leaving her shoulders until they arrived in front of the small cottage settled at the bottom of the lane.

‘It all makes sense’ Henry thought looking at the colourful display of flowers surrounding the house, even the vines on the house were spouting red roses and the wind chimes did nothing but play songs. “T-thank you Mr.Lumberjack” Y/n smiled looking up at the grouchy looking man, her sweet smile not faltering once as he just nodded, her mind going blank as he leant down and pressed a wet kiss to her lips. Her eyes left dazed as he pulled away, her tongue left out in the open as a string of saliva connected it with his.

“W-what was that? Did you just k-kiss me sir? Never gotten a kiss before,”

“n’ how’d my kiss feel honey?”

“it felt nice” Y/n whispered twirling on her toes like a schoolgirl, she felt so rebellious, never in her life had she connected so much with a man in such a short period of time in all the 20 something years of her life.

“Yeah? felt good sugar? You’re so adorable ya going to give me a toothache, n’ i’m too old for toothaches sugar. But I want one so bad” He growled bending down to her height, their noses touching as he softly nuzzled them together making her giggle. “Here you go then! I wanted to save them for later, but I won’t miss one!” Y/n gushed rushing to open her purse, handing him a strawberry sucker, but it was already opened.

“Oh wait, i-i’ve started that one. Let me get you-”

“S’okay sugar I want your one, wanna taste it” He winked taking it out of her smaller hands, and shoving it into his mouth, using his hands to motion for her to go inside already as he watched by the front fence.

After all this time, she still didn’t ask how he knew where her house was

(2 Days later)

“M-Mr. Lumberjack!” Y/n squealed seeing the same grump walk into the store in the early afternoon, his body clad in work jeans, a white vest and a red plaid over-shirt. She watched as he grabbed a few peppermints and headed to the till, his eyes trained on her every single move.

“Do you get a break?” He asked out of the blue,

“Uh y-yes, in about 10 minutes or so until my cousin gets here!” She smiled bashfully, already screaming yes in her head to the invite she was yet to receive. “Good” Within minutes Y/n had taken off her apron, and had her soft hands clutched onto Henry’s forearm as they strolled down the town’s quietest streets.

“N’ then Mrs Gorman came in, she’s the sweetest thing and she said-“

“Sweets, for a small mouth you sure are chatty” Henry chuckled pulling her along until they reached a secluded part of the park, both of them sitting onto a bench as Y/n just pouted crossing her arms, dramatically twisting her head to look out at the river in front of them. “Ey look at me, sugar, don’t be like that, wan see your purty self” His hand tugged on her chin forcing her to look at him, the sunlight shining down heat on both of them.

“B-but you think i’m annoying and talkative” Y/m huffed leaning forward, her head landing on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist, strategically moving her to straddle his lap; the poor woman not seeing how their position was so compromising. “Did you hear those words come outta my mouth?”

“Well no but-“

“Then I don’t think ‘em”

“Can I ask one more question?” Y/n said adorably, batting her eyelashes at him as her fingers fiddled with the empty chain sitting around his bulgy neck. “Go on” He urged pushing back some of the hair that had fallen to her face, tucking it behind her ear and letting hid hand slip down to her exposed shoulder to settle on her waist.

“C-can I have a-another kiss? ‘Been practicin n’ i wanna-“

“Practicing? Practicing with fuckin’ who?” He growled furrowing his brows, his knees that were bouncing stopping. “O-oh no one! Jus’ wanna kiss you but- but I saw this thing online where you can practice with your hand-“

“Your hand? Jesus sugar, don’t scare me like that. Thought you were lipsing some bastard” Henry sighed leaning his head back, smiling at the thought of the woman in his lap practicing kissing for him, wanting to please him so badly. “No never! I-I like your lips, n’ wanna kiss ‘em, if you’ll let me sir” She said shyly, her eyes looking anywhere but his,

“Go on baby, kiss me” He whispered watching as her hands cupped his face, her lips attaching onto his softly, taking his bottom lip in between hers sucking it softly. Henry’s lips softly puckered kissing her back lightly almost as if she’d break, until he felt her tongue poking through his lips, so he decided to play a little game.

Keeping his tongue flat, he smiled to himself as he felt hers wander about his mouth looking for his tongue, tasting her cola lollipop that she had earlier on.

“No fair! Where’s your tongue, jus wanna give you a kissy and you don’t wanna” Y/n grumped bouncing on his lap in protest, her hands cupping his face slightly tighter. “You’re just too cute sugar, jus wan’ to play a little” He whispered bringing her back in for a kiss, his tongue now dominating her mouth; her whimpers and moans filling the air as he felt her start to slowly grind on his lap.

“Woah woah honey what are ya doin?” He laughed pulling back just enough to look down and see her hips rolling against his softly, her cheeks hot with embarrassment.

“m’sorry i-it feels too good” She whimpered pulling up the skirt of her dress unashamedly, showing the damp spot collecting on her white cotton underwear. “C-can you do something about it Henry? Please?” She whined kissing tiny kisses up his neck, feeling his breath quicken, which made her smile. He clearly liked her too and she was smart enough to see that.

“Sorry bun, m’ gonna save that for when you’re my woman”

“Then make me your woman already! Ask me to be your g-girlfriend or whatever” Y/n whimpered wiggling her hips his, feeling the lust starting to take over. “Really? you wanna be my woman? Sleep in my bed with me every night, wake up in my arms, kiss me goodbye for work and let me work on that sweet pussy of yours?” He whispered kissing her nose, “Mhm! I do I do” She whined, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks at his choice of vulgar words, words that had always been forbidden in her house.

“Save it for the wedding baby, save it for the wedding”

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billys-pretty-babe · 1 year

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Morning Sun

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary : Waking up beside Billy was one of your favorite things in the entire world, especially the way his skin looked in the morning sun.

Warnings : Suggestive comments, swearing, brief mention of Billy having to protect himself from Neil

Word count : 704

A/N : It's nearly midnight, I have classes in seven-ish hours but I feel bad after not writing and publishing for a few days.

The birds woke you up along with someone's dad mowing their yard and children screaming in the cul-de-sac of Cherry Lane. The Mayfield-Hargrove family was all out of town besides Billy, left behind to watch the house. You gently rolled over because Billy was a light sleeper, he had to be when Neil was around, and you didn't want to wake him.

Billy laid on his stomach, his limbs strewn about in the small bed, one leg hanging off the bed, one of his pillows on the bedside table near his lamp. The sun lit up the room and hit Billy's skin as you traced his soft back muscles before he clenched his fists, flexing the muscles as he noisily stretched, his back cracking in a few spots along with his shoulders.

He made a soft sound and nuzzled into the one pillow that remained on his side of his bed. "Where'd my pillow go," he asked as his words slurred. You laughed and leaned over him to grab his pillow. "Lift your head." He lifted his head and you placed the pillow under him, moving his hair so he wouldn't pull it before he laid his head back down. He rolled over to look at you, his eyes hazy, sleep still heavy in them and he lovingly smiled at you, placing his warm palm on your cheek.

"You been awake long?" You shook your head, "Three minutes at most." He nodded and lifted his left arm, inviting you to lay close to him and you smiled before scooting to him as you cuddled up to him, throwing your leg over his waist. He kissed the top of your head and you smiled and placed a kiss to his chest as you ran the pads of your fingers down his back, gently rubbing.

He hummed and yawned loudly and obnoxiously. "Was that necessary," you asked as he loudly smacked his lips and he chuckled, making your head slightly move with his chest. "Very," he said in response before intertwining your fingers together and bringing your hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on each knuckle.

He looked at the clock on his wall and groaned. "It's not even eight yet and those fucking kids are already screaming." You laughed at him and he looked at you, glaring as best as he could with heavy eyes. "Well, we'd be well rested if it wasn't for someone's late night antics." Billy smirked as he remembered the activities from the night before that went well in the early AM.

"No regrets." You both laughed as you tightened your leg around his waist before he rolled the two of you over so he was on his back. You ran your fingers through his slightly tangled hair as he hummed, his eyes shutting. "You tangled it." You laughed as your eyes rolled. "You kept telling me to pull it, it was bound to get tangled." His eyes fluttered open before he smirked and you knew he was going to make a witty comment. "We got tangled together last night." He chuckled and you kept a straight face and he tickled your side, "Oh come on, you know that was funny." You grimaced slightly, "Baby, that was the worst joke ever." You both laughed and you put your head on his chest, playing with his necklace.

"I like this," Billy softly said, "it feels so natural just basking in whatever the fuck this is." You laughed, knowing exactly what he was trying to say as you nodded. "I know what you mean." He nodded and found your hand once more as he held it again, gently lifting it up to see the linked bracelet with his initial on it along with a lifeguard float, something he gifted you not too long ago.

"I love you." You smiled up at him and kissed his jaw, light stubble on it that gently scratched you. "I love you too, B." He smiled and kissed your forehead before loudly yawning again. "I need more sleep." You hummed, your own eyes shutting as you felt his warmth radiating onto you. "Me too." He softly laughed and held you tighter before the two of you fell asleep to the sounds outside.

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qqtxt · 8 months

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sending in a fluff request where you and the members (or just beomgyu) go cologne and/or perfume shopping! something like how they pick out a perfume for you to wear and how they wound react when they pick out a scent they really like on you~~

nawh, this sounds adorable! i dabbled a bit with each member and turned it into a kind of headcanons-ish-thing instead! hope that's okay! 💖

[note: requests are closed! currently trying to complete them all!]

[🌸] scent of a lover w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / non.idol!au / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) / fluff, silly ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 2,169 words ✿ in which they choose a scent for you to wear and... [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet 💐

[🐰] soobin soobin intended to follow quietly or at least try to gauge what intrigued you or captured your interest as you two walked along the shopping mall department of perfume scents. he notices how certain smells make your nose scrunch up in distaste or whenever something pleasant makes you smile to yourself in satisfaction despite not wanting to get anything. he dabbled a little in having a go at picking out scents when he notices just how carefree you are in picking out the bottles, spraying them onto the paper provided and giving it a smell before handing it to him to have a whiff. he mindlessly picks one or two, and gives it a smell, before stumbling upon one that makes his eyes widen as the scent gently rings a bell of memory embedded in his mind. it's a cherry blossom fusion of sorts; citrusy and fruity yet... it's warm and comforting that it kisses his bones tenderly at the recollection. you pause and notice how soobin's turned to stone and carefully pluck the piece of paper so you can have a smell of what he's smelling. it's like you two are transported into the memory lane you two share; one filled with a confession under a cherry blossom tree on a warm, semi-breezy evening along the sunset. you don't miss the way soobin's pursed lips turn into a smile and the swiftness of his hands to grab a bottle of perfume to head to the counter to purchase for you.

tl;dr: more of a watcher than a participator initially, but would gradually get into watching you pick out a scent and would surprise you when he picks out a scent that reminds him of you. could potentially just be an overall feeling of what he's reminded of when he smells the scent but i think he could pick something out based on a core memory he has of you, or a memory that he's fond of whenever he thinks of you that it reminds him of it when he picks out a scent. wouldn't necessarily get offended if you didn't like the scent he's picked out but would enjoy having a small chat about what scent reminds you of each other in this little perfume haul.

[🦊] yeonjun yeonjun had a goal in mind the second you told him you wanted to get a new bottle of perfume. he thought he would be a bit more laid back but... no. it's impossible when he's bombarded with thousands upon millions of thoughts of what scent represents you and what best captures you as a person that it didn't cross his mind that you can just like something without needing a reason to. he's doubling down quicker than you are to smell out every single one but on the umpteenth one, he feels like his nose is fried and has to take a step back with a huff. more so when you're laughing at him. ignoring your request to slow down, jun. the store's not going to disappear, he reaches for another bottle of perfume and gives it a smell, only to gape at the scent that makes him exclaim: "this one! this is the one!" you'd have to cower and reach over to put your hand over his mouth, carefully looking around to make sure the two of you didn't give a false alarm to anyone of danger due to yeonjun's sudden burst of energy. he lowers his head with a sheepish grin, but doesn't hesitate to pull you closer so he can let you have a smell of what got him excited in the first place and... you'll admit. it was a grower rather than a love at first sight and... the way yeonjun's describing how each note makes him think of you, makes him feel for you in a condensed, bottled-up scent, it already secures in your mind that okay, this is the one.

tl;dr: i can see either one or two ways this could go down. one, he'll be leisurely following around to give you his honest opinion or two, it's game time and he has to pick out the perfect scent for you. most likely the latter, probably. he'd be so immersed in trying to find which scent suits you or describes you in his mind; or how each note from a scent makes him think of you that it's almost like a challenge that begun out of nowhere. the ironic thing is that he'll probably clog his nose up with all that smell that he'll have a breakthrough on the scent he picks up out of nowhere, and he's flooded with thoughts of this is the one for you! may or may not be slightly offended if you didn't like the one he picked out but he'd still work towards what you like and try again, and again, and again until he found something that you approve of. (yeonjun gives a 110% no LESS, we BEEN KNEW)

[🐯] beomgyu beomgyu's intention when he mentioned he wanted to tag along was to have a good gauge of what you like, and possibly return in his own time to find something that suits you to give you as a gift. he asks questions upon questions; what's your favourite? which one suits you the best in your opinion? why do you like this one and not that one? what's your criteria for choosing the perfume and for what occasion? it's almost as if it's an interrogation that you tell him to bro, could you please chill for a second? he'll roll his eyes at you and scoff, clutching onto your hand and lacing your fingers together to prove a point of i'm not your bro, bro. in the midst of silence, a mini burst of laughter follows that you shake your head and continue your search, dragging beomgyu with you around the shop. he's giving you a bit of quiet time as he reads the labels around him until he spots one that he just has to get a sniff of to know what it smells like. you let out a soft oof! when he tugs you to follow where his eyes lead him to and he grabs a piece of paper and lightly shoves it into your hand so you can hold it while he grabs the tester to spray it on the paper. (yes, with your interlocked hands being the reason why you two have to do a bit of teamwork here...) he puts the bottle back onto the shelf and grabs your hand to pull the paper up to both of your noses, where upon first smell it makes the pair of you smile in amusement. then, like a record player that plays a familiar tune that just makes sense, beomgyu can see how you seem to like the smell that fills your nostrils that he doesn't wait for a verbal response to know that he found it, and he's gonna buy it.

tl;dr: i feel like sweet beoms could be a mixture of soobin and yeonjun, or he would come back in his own time to carefully scour out all options to buy one for you as a surprise gift. but he could potentially let the excitement of getting your first-hand approval in front of him take over and he'll let his instincts find something than anything else. i think if you don't like the scent he's chosen, he might be a bit sad about it but he would be more objective in finding another that truly suits your taste and one that you would like to use... however, seeing how pouty he gets if you do reject the one he initially chooses, would probe you to listen to why he chose that for you and maybe work together to choose something together.

[🐿] taehyun taehyun thought he would be a silent passenger and be of company and honest opinion if you needed it rather than participating to choose for you or with you given that he thinks perfume is such a suggestive thing to purchase. however... when he sees how excited it makes you feel when you smell something you like, or how it makes you back away from something you don't like, it's like it triggers a part of his brain to wonder what you like or what could you potentially like if he chose something? he begins slow by keeping in mind what you like and what you don't like, before carefully stepping away (but not too far) to scout around what's available to what reminds him of you. in his mind, he's thinking of what represents you to him but also what you might want for yourself given the things you've taken out to smell so far. he doesn't notice you're beside him until your hand reaches out to bring his wrist to your nose to get a sniff of the paper of perfume on it to smell. safe to say, he's surprised and even more when you mention: "huh, i kind of like it." he raises a brow and begins his questions: why do you like it? what does it remind you of? do you know what i think when i smell it? would you wear it? what started off as a mindless activity of potentially purchasing perfume, turns into a recollection of the things taehyun pays attention to you and remembers you by that ends with him purchasing a bottle for you.

tl;dr: i'm not sure why but i initially see taehyun as more of a passenger at first that slowly ventures into trying to see what reminds him of you, rather than for you. he wouldn't press for you to take whatever he selects because it's definitely a preference thing but he'll want to know what you like and don't like so it's embedded in his mind for future reference. he'll most likely end up picking something you like based on his attentiveness and the pure luck he has in randomly choosing something; yet, it'll all feel like it makes sense altogether just because it's taehyun. whether you end up buying or he ends up buying a bottle of perfume for you, it'll be a lovely memory and experience of discovering what you like and what he likes when you start asking him of what his preference is.

[🐧] kai kai thought he had a scent in mind that reminded him of you and would want to prove to you he could pick something out for you that you would like... only to get more confused each time you mention you like or dislike something that questions his choices from the very beginning. it's cute and hilarious watching him get flustered and frustrated over something as simple as choosing a bottle of perfume (even when you didn't ask him to do anything but just follow around, clearly he had other plans in mind). from time to time he'd try to pitch in with what about this one? or maybe this one instead? safe to say, it was clear that he was trying his hardest and to you, that was a sweet gesture that made you feel warm inside. it almost didn't matter the scent he'd pick since you'll try to love it anyway but when he picked out something that made him stop in his tracks, he's quick to pull you towards him so he could let you have a smell of what he struck on. he doesn't know what to make of your expression when you don't smile, only creating a bigger suspense that makes his heart nearly fly out of his chest. he lets out the biggest sigh when you start to grin, nodding as you reach for a bottle to purchase and–"you monster! i thought you hated it!" through the fit of giggles and him chasing after you in the store to reach the cashier first so he can pay for it, it certainly is a memory you would never forget given his attempts of being attentive and by your side, putting in the effort that makes your heart swell each time you'd pick up this perfume bottle to use it.

tl;dr: i feel like kai would make it more complicated than it needs to be, but only because he cares so much and would want to choose something that you would like. he wouldn't necessarily get offended if you don't like something he's picked but it'll definitely confuse him more when he thought you liked something but end up hating it or when you like something he thought you hated; the spiral is never-ending as it is confusing but it somehow makes sense the longer he follows you along. this sweetheart may or may not get a bottle for himself as a tiny reminder he'd have of you around whenever he misses you a lot. (or he'll just take your perfume from time to time, a 'friendly swap' of sorts...)

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