#I don't need to watch your shoulders I know your favourite patterns

[freckled-forests]

Hey for all the writers out there, as a martial artist who's been training with one sparring partner for the past decade I gotta tell you. You absolutely do learn how to read someone when you fight them all the time. I feel what she's going to do before she does it and vice versa. Fighting other people I still have to be cautious and watch but with her I can throw punches I know won't land and block without looking because I know what she feels like and how she moves. It just becomes a flow after this long. Anyway if that information is valuable to your friends-to-enemies fight scenes have at it amigos.

#I can't even really describe it it's all subconscious #I don't need to watch your shoulders I know your favourite patterns #writing #fanfic #not sure what to tag this as

[puranami]

✿ It's The Little Things - 3 ✿

A/N: @leafyturtle come get y'all Franky and Robin fluff! I'm excited for this one, lotsa faves in here >:3c

Summary: Little relationship things with (currently) anime/manga exclusives ✿

Characters: Franky, Robin, Law, Kid, Killer

Content: SFW, G/N reader, language in Kid's (bc it's Kid lol) bottomless fluff ✿

(Part 1 - Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji) (Part 2 - Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk) (Part 4 - Crocodile, Rosinante, Doflamingo)

Franky

✿ Multiply his self-aggrandizing by 100, and that's how he sees you; he is your personal hype man! Every single insecurity, no matter how big or small, will be kissed away, because you are perfect, and you should definitely tell people as such. Wait, you're too shy and don't want to? No worries, Franky's got you, and he'll tell everyone himself. Loudly. No, he won't stop or tone it down; "The world needs to know how super you are!" He loves when you hype him up in turn, and uses it to show you how great self confidence is; and it will rub off on you. He's so proud when you declare how amazing you are, even if it's just to him! "AOW! That's right, babe, you are amazing!" He'll pick you up in those huge, strong arms of his, practically crushing you in a bear hug.

✿ Franky loves to make you any and all gadgets he thinks you'd like, or need. Just as he is constantly upgrading his body, he develops and re-develops things that make your life easier, or that bit cooler! While he likes to surprise you with them, seeing how your eyes light up in wonder as he shows you how it works, he loves it even more when you're involved in the building process; brainstorming ideas, designing, picking out the colour palette, he'll even let you use a blowtorch, just, please be careful, wait what was that twinkle of mischief in your eyes? Okay, no more blowtorch - leave it to the pro! It would kill him if you got hurt on his watch, he's meant to protect you!

✿ He's made up a comfy little alcove in his workshop so you can keep him company while he's working. Soft cushions, blankets, lights so can work on your own hobbies, it's perfect! Even when you were just friends, you were always welcome there, and it's become your little safe space. It's comfy enough to fall asleep there when Franky works late, and he even modified it so that there is room for him to sleep there too. While hanging out, you'll talk about everything, and nothing, what you're both working on, or you'll simply listen to music and enjoy each others presence, and that often leads to loud singing, especially on Franky's part. He'll share his cola with you too, you just bring the snacks - can't work on an empty stomach after all!

Robin

✿ Robin is very calm and reserved, especially compared to the rest of the crew, so her way of showing affection follows the same pattern. She'll put a gentle hand on your arm, and touch your foreheads together, but her favourite thing to do is to grow an arm out of your own, reaching down to hold your hand, all while on the other side of the room, smiling to herself. If your eyes are sharp, you'll catch the delicate blush on her cheeks when you bring your arm up to kiss her hand, or gently hold it to your cheek. She'll also make a pair of arms to wrap around your waist, or shoulders if you're sat down. She'll hold you personally too, but that is saved for your private quarters or the library.

✿ Part of her flirting is making dark comments and jokes; "I know the best way to your heart, dear." - "Through my stomach?" - "Oh no, that's not very efficient! It's anywhere between the 2nd and 4th ribs." She'll say it with such a loving gaze and gentle smile, and if you didn't know Robin better, you'd be worried she was plotting your murder, but that's just how she is, and you love her for it. She will also tell you all the gruesome details she finds in her books and research. Part of you suspects that she's purposefully trying to spook you so she can comfort you, but really she just finds these thing fascinating. Robin will be ecstatic if you can match her gallows humour, or if you have morbid facts of your own you can share with her.

✿ She takes great comfort in the fact that you love her unconditionally, and that you have always accepted her as she is, morbid interests, and former associations included, and she makes sure that you know she loves you all the same, no matter your quirks, flaws, and mistakes, for that is the beauty of love! You are each others port in the unrelenting storm of life.

Law

✿ Law is so used to losing the people he loves most, so for him to open up, it will take a lot of time, patience, and understanding. You can't push him on things, and will have to wait for him to come to you - he needs to feel like he has some control over the situation so he can make better judgement calls, and do something if it all goes wrong. It's nothing personal, he just doesn't want to helplessly watch his world fall apart again; he's older, smarter, and much stronger now, he will keep those he cares about safe. Once he's at that point where he feels like he's ready to be open and honest, he is completely dedicated and doggedly loyal, though he isn't very expressive with it.

✿ He shows his love through acts of service; making sure you are eating and sleeping well, tending any injuries you get in day to day life, moving you if you've fallen asleep in a weird place or position so you don't get any aches and pains, or catch a cold. Law hopes that you can feel the love he has for you in each action. He just wants to know you are healthy and well so he doesn't need to worry about you. Well, he says that, but he still worries, he can't help it. You'll need to use his own tactics against him to make sure he actually sleeps and eats instead of just working. It won't always work, sometimes he's working on things that are far too important, but he will relent otherwise.

✿ PDA is not a thing for him. At all. It's almost like he doesn't want to jinx things with the world seeing he has entrusted his heart with another again. On the Polar Tang, when it's just you and the crew, he'll be a little more open, placing a hand on your head or shoulder, matching your pace as he walks beside you, slightly gentler eyes, and the hint of a smile; so subtle, yet the crew sees right through him, and they like to tease you both. Nothing serious, but it still gets them the worst chores in response. In private, when you are alone is the only time will he allow himself to be vulnerable.

Kid

✿ Given how intense and aggressive he is, you have the patience of a goddamn saint, and guts to back you up. He refuses to lessen himself for anyone; he is who he is, and you can either accept it and embrace him fully, or you can, in his words, "Fuck right off!" It will take a lot to break through the immense barriers he has - he will shout, argue, insult, and to get through, you have to be able to withstand that without crumbling. Shout back! Show him you're not gonna let anyone walk all over you, not even him, earn his respect, then you can build up from there. Once you've wormed your way into that exclusive club of 'We aren't Killer, but Kid still cares about us," he will be ride or die with you, and when he realises he genuinely likes you, or hell, even loves you, he would burn down the world for you if you asked him to.

✿ Out in public, you get no special treatment. It's just safer that way. He can't afford to be looking over his shoulder every other minute to make sure no one is trying to get to him through you. He'll still keep an eye on you of course, but it's indistinguishable from him watching over the rest of the crew. On the Victoria Punk he will be possessive, but not affectionate. Kid will keep you by his side, or drag you onto his lap, just generally manhandling you really, there will be no mistaking who you belong to. Once you're alone he will actually soften up; he knows he's a lot, and he cares deep down, but he's still in charge, he is your captain after all. You should take advantage of this time to get all the affection out of him that you can!

✿ You're one of the few that are actually allowed to hang in his workshop, as long as you don't bother him. He'll entertain some conversation if he's just setting up, or having a break, but once he's in the zone, zip it. He's fine with you watching him work - he's good at what he does and he knows it, but seeing the admiration in your eyes is a nice ego boost. He'll make you things if the mood hits him, particularly bits of jewellery, as it makes it easier to manhandle you from the other side of the room. He's a busy man, he doesn't want to wait for you to look his way and walk over, he wants your attention now!

Killer

✿ Like Kid, Killer has a tendency to manhandle, but it's not nearly as aggressive; he's a big guy with big, strong muscles, and he just enjoys hauling you around like a sack of potatoes. It gives him the opportunity to hold you close, 'accidentally' touch your butt, and your laughter through it all is just so sweet. He greatly enjoys your presence when he's going about his day, and deeply appreciates any assistance you can offer, such as in the kitchen, and certainly when trying to manage his idiot best friend and crew, as he's essentially the de facto caretaker on board. Often you'll end up sat on his shoulders, acting as an extra pair of eyes and hands - no shenanigans go unnoticed!

✿ You have become an expert at reading Killer's moods and expressions through his mask, every slight shift of his body, and the angle of his head has a very specific meaning. It doesn't help that he's a quiet man in general; balancing Kid's incessant ranting and raving with his well thought out, straight to the point statements. He much prefers to listen to you talk, only talking when he has something to add to the mostly one-sided conversation. He loves having these 'chats' with you sat in his lap, head resting against his broad chest. Sometimes his goatee will tickle the top of your head, and he lives for those giggles.

✿ It will take a long time for him to feel comfortable enough to remove his mask, and you can bet he refuses to laugh around you for the longest time. Just be patient with him, and let him do things when he's ready, and don't make a big deal out of it if something slips; he'll be pretty mortified, so just giving him a loving smile and a gentle touch will reassure him that maybe the things he's insecure about, or straight up hates, aren't as big an issue as he believes them to be. Telling him he is perfect is appreciated, but not effective in building him up, since nothing is perfect really, but seeing you love him unconditionally certainly will give him a boost.

#one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x you #cyborg franky #nico robin #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #franky x reader #franky x you #cyborg franky x reader #cyborg franky x you #nico robin x reader #nico robin x you #robin x reader #robin x you #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x you #law x reader #law x you #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x you #killer x reader #killer x you

[starry-nights-garden]

&Team Reaction ✧ You falling asleep on their shoulder

✧ &Team all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: reaction, fluff, some humor ✧ warnings: none

K:

pretends to be offended when you fall asleep on his shoulder during your date night at his place

lowkey pouts and mumbles a complaint about how you can't appreciate the time spent with your boyfriend enough

?????

you’re stirred awake and as you're about to get mad at him he makes it clear he was joking and throws his arms around you tightly

"It's okay, if my baby wants to sleep we can sleep."

really he's just trying his utmost to gloss over the fact that you sleeping on his shoulder made his heart skip several beats and he's also sincerely praying you can't see that his ears are beet red

this just made him feel way too many feelings, and as he's letting you snuggle up to him while you're lying down on the couch he's kinda starting to regret his reaction

as he’s finally calming down he must admit you falling asleep on his shoulder was kinda nice, so from that day on he keeps hoping it would happen again

Fuma:

you're on the way home after a date night out and he can tell you're very tired

so he makes sure you can sit on the subway home, and once the seat next to you clears up he sits down too

will wordlessly put his arm around you and pull you just a little closer so that your heavy head will soon come to rest on his shoulder naturally

and then you really do fall asleep with him as your pillow, and what started as a simple caring gesture is soon causing him serious heart problems jdbdjdjx

this guy will just be blushing madly while trying to hide it from all the other people in the same carriage jdbdndnd

and if he hears you snoring softly that will just take him out, like he will be about to combust into a billion pieces right then and there

needless to say, once you arrive at your station, he will be the more tired one, and not just because you got a nice little nap to restore your energy :’)

Nicholas:

notices right away that you're super tired when your eyelids keep drooping in the middle of the day

you're over at his place for an entire day of just watching movies with him, but you're not even halfway through the first one and you're already dozing off at the other end of the sofa

he knows that the reason why you're falling asleep isn’t because the movie he picked out is so boring to you, but he feels the need to tease you about it anyway

"I didn't think you'd be that bored by it?" 

his playful complaint shocks you awake and you're quick to assure that that's not it

however, all your worries fade away when you see him grinning at you, and he extends his arms to bring you in closer

tells you it's okay and that he understands you didn't get much sleep last night

offers you his shoulder to take a nap and suggests finishing the movie afterwards

you agree without even being able to think about it, and you immediately doze off again

when you wake up you find yourself laying right beside him on the sofa, your head on his chest and his fingers drawing soothing patterns on your back

EJ:

lets out a soft "oh" when he feels the impact on his shoulder and he can smell your perfume right next to his face

you're studying together at his place, and because he knows how tired you are he tried his best to make it as fun as possible, coming up with elaborate examples to explain the parts you don't get and bringing your favourite snacks as a reward after memorizing each page

but now that you actually dozed off on his shoulder it dawns on him just how tired you really were

"Y/N..." - he calls out to you softly until he can see your eyelids flutter

tells you it's probably better if you rest for today and you continue studying tomorrow

when you agree and snuggle up to him more closely, he lets you

but his heart will also do the funniest things while watching you sleep peacefully so close to him…

Yuma:

his heart does flutter when your head suddenly hits his shoulder, but above all he's surprised that you're dozing off in the middle of the day

"Y/N... Y/N!" - calls out to you until you lift your head and look at him sleepily

scolds you for not sleeping enough at night and gives you a little lecture about how you need to use the day to be productive and the night to rest - not do whatever all night!!

when you start sulking and you tell him you couldn't fall asleep for hours he also realizes he might've been too strict

"Still... nighttime is for sleeping so... if you think you can't fall asleep tell me and I'll come over and help, okay?"

and now you find yourself smiling as he pulls you into an apologetic hug

lets you nap for a bit as you use him as a pillow, but makes sure you don't sleep too long so you could get a good night's rest later on

Jo:

he’s startled when he suddenly feels your head on his shoulder for sure, but after a second or two he’ll simply be smiling at you in adoration

the two of you went out to see a movie together - a pretty fun action movie - and he wasn’t aware of just how tired you must’ve been

but now that you’re dozing off on his shoulder despite the loud sound effects and a storyline he knows would’ve normally had your eyes glued to the screen in excitement, he can’t but let out a soft laugh

he’s not mad at you for falling asleep during your date, quite the opposite actually

he finds it adorable and highly amusing how you can sleep under such circumstances

will carefully put an arm around you to pull you closer, and though feeling you sleeping by his side like this makes his heart beat just a bit faster, he’ll simply let you have your nap time

will give you a soft laugh once you wake up, and he swears he’s not laughing at you, he’s laughing because you were just so cute!!

Harua:

he’s been talking to you about something and got really into it, so when you feel your ability to focus slipping away from you more and more you do feel sorry for him

but you also don’t want to stop him in his excited rambles, so you do your best to listen anyway

however, eventually your eyelids become too heavy and before you realize it you’re already dozing off with your head on his shoulder

“...ohmygod…” - he breathes out with wide eyes, completely panicking at the sudden closeness to you

whirls around before he can get himself together, and as a result your head now lands in his lap

and well, now he’s blushing madly, but eventually he’ll collect himself enough to figure that it’s better if he lets you sleep and gets you a blanket so you’re comfortable

forgets all about what he was talking about just earlier, and as he’s taking in your features from up close, tracing the lines on your face with a soft gaze, he feels himself calming down too

Taki:

was joking around with you while you two were watching a video on his phone and gets so into it that he fails to notice how you're getting sleepier and sleepier

as soon as your head lands on his shoulder, he's so surprised that he freezes up

he's not used to having you so close to him and also the way he can suddenly very clearly smell the perfume you're using makes his heart race like crazy

but instead of freaking out he figures he should simply let you get some rest if you're this tired and not move around until you wake up again by yourself

awkwardly fishes his headphones out of his pocket to continue watching the video without bothering you

but turns out he really cannot focus on a single thing happening on his phone screen while you're using him as a pillow :')

Maki:

you're sitting on the couch together in the late afternoon as you can feel your eyelids getting heavier 

the moment your head hits his shoulder he immediately lifts it up to shake you off, because he thinks you're playing around

gives you a playful smile but when he sees your confused and half-asleep expression he immediately realizes he fucked up

"Oh god, wait- You were really falling asleep? But it's not even that late yet?"

when you tell him you barely slept the night before he seems to understand, and he leans back to make space for you on his lap, giving it a few pats

lets you use his lap as a pillow for you to take a nap and promises to wake you up in time for dinner

#&team reactions #andteam reactions #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team fluff #andteam imagines #andteam x reader #&team x reader #k x reader #fuma x reader #nicholas x reader #ej x reader #yuma x reader #jo x reader #harua x reader #taki x reader #maki x reader #reaction #fluff

[neverinadream]

What's Your Favourite Scary Movie?

Summary: What's a better way to watch horror movies than placing a bet on who will jump first?

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: for @thoseboysinblue

Song Inspo: Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu - The Maine

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, moments of fluff, best friends to lovers, mentions of the reader needing to wear glasses, soft dom!christian but also hints of sub!christian, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, princess, good girl...), praise kink, body appreciation, nipple play, grinding, oral (female & male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, spoilers for paranormal activity and talk to me, not edited

Notes: happy halloween whores 🫶🏻 this is a very long one that has taken way too long to write and i apologise that it is being posted later than i normally would post a fic. this idea has changed so much since it was first shared by my lovely mutual/friend. i hope you like it. feedback is always appreciated, especially for a fic as long as this

"Gossip Girl? Again?"

"Stop judging my watch list," Christian huffs, resting his arm on the back of his sofa.

There's a pattern of rom-coms and TV series he had already watched in their entirety, with a sprinkle of recommendations from yourself in there. You fought back a smile knowing he took your recommendations seriously. "Give me your right hand," you request, setting the remote on your lap. He raises his eyebrow but doesn't question it. "Just as I thought," you mumble, nodding your head as you gaze down at his hand, inspecting his palm and scanning the long length of his fingers, "you need to stop abusing this hand and get yourself a girlfriend."

"Oh-" He rips his hand back with a sigh, rolling his eyes. "My dry spell isn't as bad as yours," he makes a good point, welcoming the vanilla and sweet citrus scent that hangs around you as you shuffle closer. Your leg brushes against his and a small smile pinches on the corners of his lips, little butterflies fluttering their wings in the deepest part of his stomach. "When was the last you got laid?"

"Hopefully, this week." You go back to scanning his Netflix account, missing the bridge of his nose turning pink. "Italy is full of gorgeous men," you hum, wrapping your arm around your tummy, caging it underneath as you lean forward.

"Just put your glasses on," he sighs, watching you squint your eyes, "you're making your eyes worse doing that."

You glance over your shoulder. "When did you suddenly change your career?"

He doesn't appreciate your smart mouth, getting up off the sofa in search of them. "It's called being a caring friend," he mumbles, taking one last look at you bent over and leaning forward, before slipping out of his living room.

He hears you call out to him, something about them being in his guest room, but he's already one step ahead of you, opening the bedroom door and taking a step inside. "Don't you mean your room?" He calls back, treading over a pair of heels you had complained about wearing.

Another smile, an even bigger smile, appears as he thinks about last night. Blood stirred and heated his cheeks as he thought about the simple yet beautiful way your dress hugged your body. His skin tingled remember the smell of vanilla and how it clung to every inch of your skin, so much that it made him dizzy. And he swallows a hard breath as he recalls being at the foot of the bed, his thumbs stroking over your soft skin, before unfastening the straps and helping you out of your heels.

"Ha! Nice one!" Your voice cuts him out of the memory.

"It can still be yours!"

You were a freelance animator, recently coming off the success of a short film for some company in London that Christian couldn't remember the name of. It was a dark piece, playing heavily on the tropes of loneliness and trying to find a sense of belonging, told through the POV of a colourless character in a world full of bright colours. Definitely not for children, Christian realised the first time he watched it, wiping away a tear as the credits rolled, a beaming smile on his face as your name flashed on the screen.

It won the company an award, and added a little more attention to your name, making it easier to do the whole "freelance" part of your job description.

It was that part of your job description that Christian used in favour of you moving in with him. Back in London, you were living four streets away from him, and there wasn't a day he didn't go without seeing you. He missed that. Italy was lonely without you.

Everywhere was lonely without you.

Your glasses are sitting on top of your open sketchbook, partially lost under covers, and Christian clears away a cushion, neatly placing it against the pillows. A hedgehog wearing a mask of sorts has been sketched onto the page, with an owl wearing clown makeup sketched on another area of the page, a knife dripping with blood held in its beak. Cute little woodland animals made to look like something from a horror movie. He didn't know if he should be impressed by your talent or shudder from his own dislike of horror movies.

Both, he had decided, grabbing your glasses and leaving the room.

"No."

"What?" Your arm hovers in the air, your hand wrapped around the TV remote, with the 'Horror' section of his Netflix up on the screen. "What's the matter?" You ask, with a coy smile, knowing exactly what his grievance was. If there was one rule for any impromptu movie night, it was no horror movies allowed.

Christian's rule, of course.

You, on the other hand, loved horror movies. The blood. The gore. The old classic slashers. Movies with a budget so low they either become cult classics or a painful ninety minutes. You loved it all. You loved the suspense and the anticipation of waiting for the next jumpscare. The adrenaline that pumped through your veins every time that it happened. It left you feeling more alive than ever.

"We are not, and I can't stress this enough, watching a horror movie."

"I'm not wearing them," you distract him enough to keep flicking through the catalogue. Saw. Don't Breathe. Last Night In Soho. Halloween. You flicked over each one of them, hoping at least one of them would spike your interest. "I hate them," you mumble, ducking and turning your head away from him. He grumbles something about you being stubborn under his breath, his body partially leaning over you as he places his knee on the edge of his sofa. "I don't- Ow!" You gasp, mouth hanging open and head turned up to look at him. "You just poked me in the eye-"

"Because you wouldn't stop moving!"

You readjust your glasses, your head still turned upwards, eyes squinting up at him. "God, is that what you really look like?" He doesn't appreciate your joke, rolling his eyes as you lower your glasses. "Seriously? I should've worn these things the night we met," you continue, adding a second act, "might have thought twice about falling into bed with you."

A deep blush sets on his cheeks, reaching his ears as partial moments of that night come to the forefront of his mind. Hands tracing soft skin. Mouths coming together in feverish exchanges. Him stumbling over his words the next morning, unable to bring himself to ask you if you wanted to get breakfast, settling on remaining as "just friends."

His teammates had even joked that he had fucked his way into the friend zone.

"Give me the remote," he stretches out his hand. You pull your hand into your body, restricting his access to the remote. "You know we have one rule for a movie night: no horror movies."

"Oh, come on," you tease, biting the tip of your tongue, the corners of your mouth turning upwards into a smile, "it's not my fault you're a big scaredy cat."

He rolls his eyes, despite liking the mischievous glint you got in your eyes every time you saw an opportunity to tease him.

"I think I might have to start telling people your tiger tattoo is just a botched job of a sweet, little Tabby, because a real tiger definitely wouldn't shit themselves at the likes of Scary Movie." You point the remote back at the TV, flicking through a subsection of the horror genre until one of them seemed the right fit for tonight's festivities. "It's not even a horror movie. It's a parody!"

"First of all," he reaches back, grabbing a few pieces of popcorn, "I didn't shit myself." He tosses the pieces of popcorn in your direction, the sweet pieces of confection bouncing off your shoulder and your cheek. You pick it up, the tips of your fingers feeling sticky from just one touch, and throw it back at him. He bats it away from him, and you stick your tongue out at him. "It was you who kept purposely making me jump by jabbing your finger into my side."

"I always find it funny how you and I recall events so differently," you mumble, clicking the down button and flicking onto the paranormal section.

"Okay," he talks over you, reaching forward for one of the two beers sitting on his coffee table, "just stick a movie on." He pops the cap off the bottle with a low grunt, flipping it onto the coffee table. It bounces twice, hits the edge of the centrepiece, a decorative glass bowl his parents gave him as a moving away/house warming present, and flips onto the floor. "And just don't pick a super scary one," he mumbles, taking a sip, "I actually want to sleep tonight."

"Scared you're gonna get nightmares?"

"I don't get nightmares."

"No, of course you don't," you shake your head, "you're Mr Captain America! How could you let yourself get scared over something that's not even real?" He rolls his eyes, giving you a soft shove to the side with his elbow. You pluck the brown stained bottle from his hand, noticing the not so subtle way he was watching your lips as you take a sip. "Do I have something on my face?" You ask, the bridge of his nose blushing red. He turns his head away from you, mumbling something under his breath but you didn't catch it. "Sorry?" It was like poking a sleeping bear. "What did you say?"

"Come on," he mumbles, motioning his hand in the direction of his TV.

"Don't rush me," you hiss, catching your tongue between your teeth, the tip poking out from between your lips. It amused him greatly how serious you took picking the movies for movie night, but it was just one of those 'little things' that he loved about you. "You wouldn't want to be rushed whilst taking a penalty, or something."

He pulls a face. "I don't see how those two equate to being the same thing."

"I-Shut up."

You settle on an old favourite: Paranormal Activity.

It was scary enough that you knew Christian would jump a few times, but not scary enough to have him crawling into your bed in the middle of the night. A single creak could be a footstep. Pipes cooling down could be a ghost groaning. Silly tricks of his mind and all enough to scare him into your bed, with his tail tucked between his legs like a scared puppy. If you wanted that, maybe you would've picked something like The Ring or The Blair Witch Project.

"Shouldn't be too scary for you," you tease him, grinning over your shoulder.

———————

"You don't use-" Christian lifts his head from the cushion, his mouth turned down into a frown, his focus turned away from his television and now on you. You had moved to the end of his sofa, moving to give him space to stretch out, with your knees pulled up to your chest, toes wiggling as they sat over the edge. "Are you going to sit there the whole time?" He quizzes, meeting your eyes as you turned to look at him.

"Yes?" You pan down to his body stretched out on the sofa. One knee was pointed to the ceiling, his other leg stretching the length, with his foot tapping against you. It wasn't deliberate, almost like he was still checking to see if you were still there. "Where else am I meant to sit?" You fire back your own question. "For a little guy, you sure know how to take up a lot of room."

"We both know I'm not little," he replies nonchalantly.

"I don't know," you shrug, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling, "it didn't really leave a lasting impression." You giggle, his foot tapping against you deliberately this time. "But, seriously, where else am I meant to sit? On the floor?" You motion in front of you. "On you?"

He grins, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to hold back his thoughts, but you roll your eyes like you had read his mind. "Just lie with me," he mumbles, patting his hand against his chest.

"What, and crush you?"

It was now his turn to roll his eyes. "You're not going to crush me."

"I might."

"Do you see me?" He pans his hand down his body. "Do you see this? I can take my shirt off so you can better look-"

"Please don't."

He taps your leg again. "We both know you like me better when I have my shirt off," you avoid his eyes as he teases you like your eyes might deceive you and tell him he was right, "But, c'mon, I'm getting cold over here." He pouts, eyes looking rounder as he tries his best at 'puppy dog eyes.' He grabs at the air. "Please?!"

"You're actually the worst," you mumble, giving in to him, "the worst of the worst." Your bodies become a tangled mess, legs wedged between each other, his thigh half-straddled as you rest your head on his chest. His hand travels down your back, his fingers skimming along the band of skin exposed above your jeans. "Also, I call total bullshit on 'getting cold'," you add, unconsciously tucking your hand under his shirt. Your touch makes his skin tingle.

"Yeah?" He raises his eyebrows, looking down his nose. "Why's that?"

"Because you're perpetually warm."

Christian's attention flickers back and forth between you and the movie, pressing his fingers harder into your skin whenever Katie screams Micah's name, which you didn't mind, even though it would happen a lot. When he wasn't subtly trying to hide the jumping, he was glancing down at you, focusing on the steady and relaxed movement of your breathing. He would half-smile at the way you mumble your reactions under your breath, humming a simple "yes" or "okay" to acknowledge them.

He takes in a deep pull of your scent, closing his eyes as he lets the smell of honey and vanilla wash over him. Everything about you could make him dizzy. From your laugh to your smile. To the way you would always cut your sandwiches into four small squares because it made you think of the nostalgia of the school lunches your mum would make you. But nothing was like that honey and vanilla aroma that managed to stick to you like a second layer of skin.

"You better not be falling asleep, mister!" He grunts as you pinch his hip, his eyes snapping open at the sound of your voice. "I didn't lie down with you just so you could take a nap," you prop your chin against his chest.

"Then why did you?"

"Like I already said, you're always warm, and your apartment is freezing!"

Our apartment, he thinks to himself, knowing he'll bring the question up once more before you have to leave. "It's not cold," he says instead, tucking his free arm underneath his head, "and I wasn't falling asleep."

You raise your brows. "Yeah? Then what just happened?"

"He's just shown her the quija board and you just commented on them being stupid for using one." Your eyesbrows drop and the corners of his mouth twitch. "See," he gloats, giving the small of your back a soft pinch, "I wasn't falling asleep."

You chew your bottom lip. "I am right though, you should never use a quija board."

"No?"

"No!" You shake your head. "You don't know who you could be communicating with, or what you could be inviting in!" He smiles, making you squint your eyes and frown up at him. "What's that smile for?"

"You've thought about this before, haven't you?"

You turn your head down, mumbling your answer into his chest, using it to hide the embarrassment in your voice. Yes, you had thought about it. You had thought about it multiple times and every time you watched a movie where one would be used to contact the vengeful spirit haunting the unsuspecting couple, but it's the last thing you would admit it to Christian. It would just be another thing for him to tease you with.

"Sorry," he laughs, his whole chest shaking, "what was that?"

"I said I'm putting another movie on," you lie. He bites his tongue to stop the soft groan that nearly slips out when you straddle his waist, silently praying that his body can stay calm for all of two seconds. "This is getting boring," you stretch across and grab the remote, "I want something proper on."

He lets his hands travel down from your hips and onto your thighs, drumming his fingers against the dark denim. "This is something proper."

"Babe, this is two tropes away from being a parody!"

Babe. It makes his heart beat twice as fast. He clears his throat, doing his best attempt at dislodging the feeling from his chest. "There's not much left," he mumbles, lifting one hand away and following yours until it's out of his reach. He chuckles, the soft sound growing a little louder as you beam down at him with a triumphant smile. "Just leave this one on."

"Or," you press pause, silencing the screams, "we could have some fun."

"Fun?" His throat bops. "You and I have very definitions of what fun is." Your lips twitch. "And I don't like that smile."

"You shouldn't," you giggle, letting your weight sink further onto him, your core pressed firmly against his crotch. The not-so-subtle way his mouth parts on a slight groan makes your stomach flutter. For a second, you slip back into the memory of his hands grabbing at your hips and guiding them, as he threw his head back into his pillow, groaning your name which back then was foreign to his tongue. "Let's make a bet," you snap back to reality, "the first person to jump has to go down on the other person."

He mules it over for a second, a deep blush forming on his cheeks and spreading to his ears. "But what if neither of us jumps?" He asks, keeping his focus on something that isn't the movement of your hips as you shift above him.

"Then no gets to come today."

"You mean: you don't get to come today," he fires back, "you don't know what I was doing this morning."

"So, that's why I heard my name coming from your bathroom?" You throw him a wink. "Don't worry, I've basically nicknamed my vibrator CP." He rolls his eyes and mumbles a soft 'ha, ha' under his breath. If your current position wasn't already bad enough for him, then hearing about you using a vibrator on yourself was nearly tipping him over the edge. "So, do we have a deal?" You raise your eyesbrows.

He shrugs his shoulders. "Why not?" His tongue darts across his bottom lip, looking at you like you might be his last meal. "I've been looking for an excuse to eat your pussy again."

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Christian frowns. "I don't get it." You lift your head from the comfort of his shoulder, unable to hide a half-smile when you catch sight of the crease in his brow and the slight way his bottom lip would pout. Flashes of confusion fill his eyes. "She was the one sucking on his toes?"

"Yep."

"But she thought it was that...other thing?"

"Yep."

He sighs, running his hand down his face. "This is so confusing."

You prop your hand under your chin, using your free hand to poke his cheek. He bats your finger away, but the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. "You're very pretty," you mumble, bringing your finger back against his cheek, touching the constellation of freckles that reside on his face. They were his prettiest features, after his eyes of course. "How are you single?"

"Me?" He slides his hand down your back, bunching up the fabric as he reaches the small of your back. His touch is warm and it makes you shiver. "What about you?" He counters, tucking his head down. His nose brushed against your temple, and you could smell the faint smell of beer and toothpaste on his breath. "You're a lot prettier than me."

"I go on dates," you shrug, finger drifting down to his bottom lip. It was soft and light shade of pink. And very, very kissable.

"You do?" His body tenses and the jealousy he feels churns in the pit of his stomach. "Oh..."

You wish you could say that your dating life was a story of success and one that involved you finding true love but, unfortunately, that just wasn't the case. The apps were full of guys looking for a night of easy sex or carrying bouquets of red flags. And the dates you were set up with either talked only about themselves, were hung up on their exes, or talked about their mothers at an alarming rate.

Oh, and none of them were Christian.

"But clearly none of them have worked out for me," you sigh, removing your hand and settling your head back down on his shoulder. His body relaxes, pulling you firmly against him. "It doesn't matter though, I don't need them," you mumble, breathing in the smell of the cologne that stuck to his skin. After being apart from him, you had come to realise that it smelt like home. "I've got you."

"For now and always."

For now and always.

It was your thing, you could say, a promise that neither would be alone.

You first said after Christian suffered one of his first injuries whilst at Chelsea. His stubborn ass had ignored your messages after the injury occurred, a part of him, he supposed, didn't want you to see him like that, but your ass was just as equally stubborn as his and you didn't take his silence as a final answer. You were there for his recovery every step of the way, and for every disruption that came afterwards, repeating the words: 'for now and always.'

You sit up on your elbow. "Christian?" He hums but doesn't look at you. "Chris..."

"What's u-" You silence him, pressing your lips against his, moaning softly into his mouth when you feel him kiss back. "Uh," he pulls back, touching his hand to your face, his fingers softly stroking your jaw, "hi-uh, what?" He nervously laughs, the tips of his ears turning red. "W-W-What was that for?"

"I don't know." You shrug, touching your hand to your mouth. "I'm sorry."

His eyes widen. "What? No! Don't apologise for kissing me. I liked it."

"You did?"

"Should that even be a question?" He scoffs, smiling at you. His thumb brushes gently across your cheek, the softness of your skin shooting goosebumps up his arm. "Of course, I liked it. Why wouldn't I have liked it?" His gaze lingers on your mouth. "Come closer and kiss me again, please?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

It's with a smile on both of your lips that you lean in and press your mouth to his. His lips are soft and willing, parting to welcome you as you run your tongue against his bottom lip. At every groan he made, you would whimper, and Christian would swallow each of the sweet little sounds. They were his to keep. They were his to remember when you left at the end of the week.

His hand grabs your thigh and pulls you to straddle him, rutting his hips up as you settle on him. "Feel that?" He grabs your ass, squeezing firmly as he pushes you down onto his bulge. You grind your hips against him, your movements slow and torturous. "That's it, baby," he bites his bottom lip, groaning your praise and grabbing your ass in both hands, "keep grinding like that for me - make us both feel good."

Your lips roam his jaw and neck, imprinting your whimpers into his skin. "I guess the bets off then?" Your laugh is sultry and yet still sweet.

"Bet or no bet, I would still love to eat your pussy," he purrs, flipping you onto your back, "can I take this off?" He fingers toy with the hem of your shirt.

"Only if you're taking yours off."

You prop yourself up onto your elbows, watching him sit back on his knees. He grabs the back of his collar and removes his T-shirt with one sharp tug. "Beautiful," you whisper, letting your hands roam freely over his chest. They start at the waistband of his jeans, your fingers stroking over the soft trail of hair, before travelling over his naval and feeling every muscle.

Christian was right; you did like him better with no shirt on.

Your eyes pan back down to the bulge in his jeans. "Can I taste you?" You ask, looking back up at him as his hand nestles firmly on the base of your skull.

"Go ahead," he nods, with excitement in his voice, "take it out."

Your eyes shimmer with anticipation as you take a better look at the tent in his boxers, his jeans pulled low enough down. Peeling back the waistband, his cock springs free, slapping hard and heavy against his stomach. He was big, bigger than you had remembered, and your face grows hotter as you try to think of a way to fit him all into your mouth.

"It'll fit," Christian says like he could read your mind, "trust me." He wraps his hand around the base, pushing the tip gently against your mouth. "Give it a kiss." You pucker your lips and lay a soft one against the crown of his cock, tasting the pre-cum as you pull away and lick your lips. "Now open your mouth," he instructs, gliding it against your wet tongue, "already being such a good girl for me."

You swirl your tongue over the head, smacking your lips as you pull off him. "Definitely the prettiest dick I've ever had the pleasure of sucking," you tell him, replacing his hand around the base.

"Sucked many dicks?" His face quickly drops. "Don't answer that."

You run your tongue against the underside of his shaft. "Not in a long time," you answer anyway, giggling as he scowls.

You wrap your lips once more around his cock, focusing on the tip, sucking it lazily in and out of your mouth, as your hand worked the base. "Fuck, that feels good," he pants, hanging his head back, exposing the column of his neck and the beard that scattered the underside of his jaw to you. "But I'm gonna have to make you stop."

"What?" You pull off him, a string of spit still connecting you. "Why?"

"Because it's been way too long, longer than I would like to admit since I was last with someone, and if you keep sucking me off like that, this is going to end quicker than it started."

You wipe your mouth. "Oh."

"Yeah," he blushes, tucking himself back into his boxers. He tugs his jeans up but leaves them unbuttoned. "Now," he clears his throat, "wanna help me take your clothes off?"

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"Fucking gorgeous!" Christian touch sears your skin, burning his prints into you as he grips your thighs. You pinned to his mattress, with nowhere to go, looking down at a pair of hungry eyes. His tongue splits your folds and draws a line between your entrance and your clit. "This pussy has been a part of my dreams for years," he confesses, turning his head, kissing the inside of your thigh, "god, I think about it-think about you when I'm touching myself."

Your lips part on a silent breath. "You do?"

"Every time, baby." He blows hot hair against your clit, grinning as your squirm. "Every. Single. Damn. Time."

"Good," you giggle, cupping your breast and tweaking your nipple, "because I wasn't lying about nicknaming my vibrator CP."

His cock strains in his jeans at your words. "Don't say that," he growls, rutting his hips into the mattress, "not unless you want to be cleaning the cum off my cock."

You prop yourself up, looking down at him between your thighs. "Sounds tasty," you throw back, licking your lips.

His lips twitch. "Speaking of tasty..." He drags his tongue back and forth along your slit, groaning as your wetness pools in his mouth. You were intoxicating. A drug for him to get high off. "Tastiest thing I've ever eaten, baby," his praise has you throwing your head back into the pillow, "and the prettiest, too."

"Oh, my..."

He pushes the air out of your lungs, stretching you out as he slowly works two fingers into your pussy. They twist and curl up to stroke your g-spot, and you feel him grin against your clit when he wrangles out a pornographic moan. No one had made you feel this good. Not in a very long time.

"Christian," you pant his name, pushing your hips up. He groans, flicking his tongue faster over your clit.

He was playing like an instrument and eating you like were his last meal.

"So fucking tight," he licks his lips, tasting you on him. He twists and scissors his fingers, stretching you some more. "And wet, baby," he purrs, rotating his thumb in circles over your clit. His honey-dipped eyes look up at you, roaming every part of your naked figured. "If you could see the mess you're making - just dripping everywhere."

"I want you to look at me like that all the time," you stare down at him.

"I do." He kneels between your legs, dipping to kiss over the tops of your breasts, the dip at the base of your neck and then your lips. "I look at you like this all the time, baby," he presses his thumb harder to your clit, making you squirm, "I've just gotten good at hiding it." He crashes his mouth against yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth, letting you taste your arousal off his tongue. "I'm gonna grab a condom."

You stop him as he reaches into his bedside cabinet. "I'm on the pill."

"You sure?"

"Yes," you answer, kissing over his stubbled jaw, nipping playfully at his ear, "now lose those jeans, pretty boy." He raises his eyebrows, the corners of his lips curving up with amusement. You give a sharp tug on his belt loop. "I said lose the jeans."

He chuckles, pushing to stand up. "What is this?" He pulls his jeans down, kicking them off as they reach his feet. You bite your lip, eyes zoning in on his cock bulging in his underwear. They were removed next, a smirk gracing his lips. He wraps his hand around his shaft, jerking his wrist a few times, wincing a little when he squeezes the tip. "Think you're in charge here?"

"Maybe."

He shakes his head, brushing his lips against your temple. "That's very cute." He kneels between your legs, tapping his tip against your clit, chuckling as you whimper. There was nothing worse than being teased. "But that's not happening, baby."

He slips the first few inches inside, watching your pussy swallow and clench around him. He waits, giving himself a second to adjust. "Just remember it's been a while, okay?" His cheeks blush, spreading down his neck onto his chest. "Don't be teasing me if I end up coming too quickly."

"Hey, look at me." You reach out to touch his face, your fingers brushing over his jaw. He leans into your touch. "We're in the same boat, remember?"

"But what about all those dates you've been on?"

You shake your head. "The last guy I had sex with was Kal." Sliding your hand between your bodies, you sink the last few inches inside. The feeling of fullness has you losing your breath, but you find it again when Christian leans over to kiss you. "Forget about the timestamp on your last time, and stop worrying about blowing your load too quickly," you talk against his mouth, soothing your hands over his chest, "just be here with me, okay?"

He nods, biting his bottom lip. "I can do that." His head dips and kisses the centre of your chest, hands exploring your thighs and the globes of your ass as he ruts into you. "Fuck," his voice is strained, "you feel...you feel perfect, like you just for me."

"Yes," you whimper, your heart aching as the words hit your ears, "just for you."

He nuzzles his stubble into your cheek. "Say it again."

"Just for you," you repeat, now grinding your hips up to meet each thrust, "just for you." You pull his head up and crash your lips together, exchanging a kiss like it could been your last. Never had you imagined this is where you would be when you got on the plane four days ago. "You," you managed to make out through a moan, breaking apart, nuzzling your face against his cheek.

He chokes your name on a sob, "I'm not gonna last must longer."

"Let go, Christian," you wrap your legs around his waist, and run your nails down his back, scratching lightly at the muscles that strained, "come for me, baby."

"Inside you?" His rhythm is sloppy and you have to keep grinding against him. "Can I come inside you?" He grabs your hips and clamps them against him, moaning into your shoulder as his whole body shakes above you. "Oh, god," he whines, his cock twitching and pulsing, "I'm coming-I'm..."

Silence.

For the next few seconds, Christian is silently mouthing your name against his skin.

You soothe your hands through his hair as he finishes inside you, letting your hands roam over his shoulders and down his back. "You okay?" You whisper, tucking your head to brush a kiss to the side of his head. "Christian?"

"I think I just had an out-of-body experience," he answers, audibly groaning as he pulls out. You giggle, tiredly rolling onto your front, moving with him as he collapses next to you. His arm comes up over his face, hiding his eyes, before ripping away to look at you. He looked worried like he was realising he had done something wrong. "You didn't come?"

You shrug, giving him a reassuring smile. "It's fine." Which it was.

"No, it's not." He tries to sit up but crashes back onto the mattress. "When I have recovered, you are coming," he declares, pulling the pillow over his face. His voice is muffled as he adds, "we are not leaving this bed until I've made you come."

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[caramelberzatto]

Coming back with this one

Yknow winter mornings when it’s super cold and fresh and everything’s covered in dew from the night before but the suns shining?? I live for that shit

Thinking about you and Carmy in your apartment, enjoying a day off together, music playing, coffee and breakfast, maybe christmas decorations are going up?? Just general wintery cuteness pls my heart needs it xoxo

alright y'all, it's my favourite time of year. christmas is coming, and though i've never had a cold christmas down here in hell australia, i love the idea of it so damn much. and getting ready for the holiday season with carmy makes me want to curl up in a ball and scream my little heart out ARGH i love him. i can see this so clearly oh my god let's go-

With every minute that passed, the winter sunlight crept through the curtains you'd forgotten to close last night. The warmth tickled your nose, rousing you from sleep, and you rolled over, seeing that Carmy was still completely out of it.

Opting to leave him to rest, he needed it more lately with the upturn of business due to the rapidly approaching holiday season, you crept out to the kitchen, footsteps quiet on the cold linoleum. For the past week, that warm, nostalgic feeling had been welling up in your chest, but today was the first day it really hit you. Glancing out the window, down at the already-busy street, and seeing the velvet bows around the streetlights, the wreaths on townhouse doors, the lights wound around balcony banisters... It set in.

Flicking on the kettle, you busied yourself making toast, peanut butter and jam, while waiting for it to boil. And it was when you were at the dining table, stirring sugar into your tea, that Carmy appeared.

Hands on your shoulders, rubbing gently, he leaned down to kiss you on the top of the head.

"Mornin' baby," he muttered, smiling softly as you turned to kiss him, lips warm against the chill in the apartment.

"Hi, Bear. Sleep okay?"

Carmy nodded, wandering over to the window. Outside, a gentle flurry of snow had begun to fall, dusting over the old slush.

"Looks like Christmas," he mused, a slight melancholia lacing his words. You joined him by the window, wrapping your hands around his waist, pressing a kiss to the back of his shoulder. The two of you stood there in silence, absorbed in the warmth of each other, watching the snowflakes drift past.

"I wanna get the lights out, hang 'em up in here." Carmy squeezed your hand, glancing around at the living room. "Wanna have our little Christmas."

The rest of the day was spent accenting the apartment with little glimpses of that holiday feeling, that cosy nostalgia glimmering in the glow of string lights, filling the rooms with the scent of peppermint and pine and scotch tape. Rolls of wrapping paper now rested against the wall in the living room, waiting to be used.

That afternoon, as the two of you lay tangled up on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and each other, lazily kissing as time ticked by, you smiled against his lips.

"Wanna go buy an overpriced, Christmas-themed coffee from that place down the street?"

Carmy grimaced. "You know I'm going to say yes, but don't you always hate them after you try them? Because they're always kinda gross?"

Shrugging, you huffed a laugh. "I mean, yeah, but that's all part of it. And the special Christmas-patterned cups always make me feel so festive."

Rolling his eyes, Carmy gave you a playful little flick on the nose. "Get your shoes on, I'll grab my keys."

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[just-my-type-x]

could you please write about colby and reader where reader falls asleep on colby during a movie night kinda thing where their friends are there too

Late Night In

We all sit in the comfy, red chairs in the movie theater, while Sam, Colby and Nate share the snacks and drinks they brought from the kitchen.

"I can't believe you made all", Colby pauses and moves his hand around the theater where we're all gathered, "watch White Chicks", he laughs and i chuckle, chewing on some sour patch kids.

"And i can't believe this is your favourite movie of all time", Josh turns his head around to talk to me as he's seated in front of me.

"Y'all just expected from me to only watch hot guys on the screen", i shoo them with my hand and start the movie, while Colby dims out the theater lights

"Oh what i'll do for a Chris Evans movie", Kat sighs and we all laugh

"Get out", Sam tells Kat and she throws a popcorn flower at him, making all of us giggle

The movie follows its course and i chuckle like a little kid at almost every scene, feeling great when everyone laughs every now and then. Colby puts his arm over my shoulders and brings me closer, kissing my temple. I inhale his scent and i smile, looking up at him and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. He smiles back at me and i intertwine our fingers together, kissing the back of his hand. I turn my attention back to the screen and laugh loudly along with our friends when the girls try to make some pants fit one of the guys that's disguised as their friend, their struggle and grunting making the scene delicious.

Colby starts playing with my hair as he pays attention to the movie and i make myself comfortable, getting closer to him and resting my head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head and holds my hand with his free one, squeezing it gently as a comforting gesture. His fingers twirl strands of hair and move my hair around in a chaotic pattern, but gently enough to make my eyes feel heavy.

The next scenes become blurry one by one, feeling unable to keep my eyes open. I fall asleep soon after and i feel Colby's lips on top of my head and he rests his cheek on my head as he continues watching the guys and girls on their get together at the beach. Sam, Kat, Josh, Seth, Kris and Celina all laugh at what's happening, making Colby shush all of them.

"Can you be a bit more quiet?", Colby asks, smiling. "She's been really tired lately"

"Oh, shit, sorry" Kris says and watches the two of us. "I wasn't prepared for so much cuteness, Colby, why are you doing this to me?", she laughs, the others joining her too

"Oh, look at you two", Seth whispers and Colby chuckles

"I don't know about y'all, but I've already picked a tuxedo for when I'll be your best man", Sam slurps on his white claw

"And i have a dress in mind", Kat doing the same

"I'm so happy to see you all so supportive of us. She's the best girl i could ever ask for and i feel so lucky. Having you all get along so well feels rewarding in a way", Colby's smile makes his cheeks hurt and he caresses my shoulder, while glueing his cheek back to my head

"She's a great match for you, man. You're so much more alive since her, she lit that spark back into you", Sam winks at him and Colby agrees, nodding

"That's so true. I have no words to describe how much i care for her"

"You don't need words, we can see it clearly. Anyone can, actually", Celina points out

~

The movie finishes and i feel Colby shift in his seat. I raise my head and groan when i realise i fell asleep, leaving everyone else watch a movie that i picked.

"Good morning", Colby jokes and he gets up, holding me by my hands to get up too. I stretch and yawn, picking up the popcorn bowl to take it back to the kitchen. "I'll take it back, you go upstairs and get ready for bed, I'll be there in a minute", i give him a quick kiss while thanking him. I pass by the living room to go upstairs and i see everyone chilling there.

"I'm so sorry i dipped while watching the movie. I know it was my pick, but i hope you at least enjoyed it", i smile in resentment and hug Kat, using her as a pillow until i reach the bedroom. She holds me by my hands and smiles.

"We loved it. Kris actually learned how to make the same voice as the white chicks", Kat says and we all laugh at Kris' attempt to speak like one of the disguised men. "We had a really interesting conversation with Colby, by the way. About you", she whispers so no one could hear us. I frown, waiting for her continuation. "He's crazy about you and he loves you a lot, y/n. Everyone can see it, you're the best thing that happened to him and we're glad to have you as our friend too", she squeezes my hand and we smile at each other.

"Good, because my feelings are the same, i love you guys a lot", i hug her once more and call it a night, bye bye-ing everyone until morning. I get changed in my pj's and get in bed, Colby following a few minutes after. I extend my arms in the air as he gets on the bed and he crawls in my arms, his head on my chest and his arms around me. "I love you, babe", i caress his hair

"I love you too, princess. But sometimes i wish you'd really understand how much i actually love you", he raises his head to look at me

"Oh, i think i know", i smile and he raises an eyebrow, before his eyes grow wide

"Did you hear us in the theatre?"

"Oh, no, Kat spilled everything", i laugh when he rolls his eyes

"I should be careful what i say", he jokes and i hit him playfully

"You better not mess up with me", we both laugh and Colby comes next to me, switching off the lights.

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I hope no one got mad at the group of friends i chose

#colby brock #colby brock imagine

[deepdrownlamentt]

helloo~ i really adore you writing! i was wondering if you write for thorns? if you do, you mind making thorns general dating headcanons? have a nice day!

↬ thorns dating hcs

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note: thanks so much anon ^_^ and yes i do!! honestly i'll probably write for Anyone . arknights story reader dot website is my best friend .... (i dont have all oprecs unlocked so i make do) i hope you enjoy!!

↬ putting it delicately, THORNS isn't the most knowledgeable when it comes to matters of the heart. the scientific method follows the pattern of observe-question-hypothesise-experiment, but that doesn't seem quite right to apply here — to you. there's no extraneous variables he can eliminate, only you and him and the warmth of your gaze.

↬ he's something of a reticent lover, but he more than makes up for it in his actions. he makes you something to drink to help you wake up in the morning and something else to help you sleep at night, he'll nag you to eat well and not overwork yourself, but very carefully glance away when you note the eyebags under his own eyes or the singed tips of his hair.

↬ speaking of his alchemical mishaps, he loves it when you accompany him in the lab — just maintain a safe distance and you shouldn't get caught in the blast radius... probably, he says. you don't need to do anything if you don't want to, of course; it's just nice to have someone to bounce ideas off of (have fun rubber ducking for him), and it's also nice to just know you're nearby, watching him over his shoulder or off in another end of the room working on some project of your own.

↬ by far his favourite place to spend time with you, though, is in parts of the landship where he can feel the breeze that so reminds him of his hometown. no matter what kind of tide-worn past he's left behind, he knows at least where his future leads — to rhodes island, to this spot on the landship, to you, smiling as the breeze and the tips of his fingers alike caress your face.

#♡. writing | burial beyond the light. #arknights x reader #thorns x reader

[jamespottersmixtape]

september 16: binge 1,173 words @rosekiller-microfic

It’s their movie night! just rosekiller being in love tbh (ft. Regulus freaking out)

After careful contemplation, in which he heavily weighed the pros and cons of each day of the week, Evan has decided that Saturday is his favourite.

This isn't that surprising—Saturdays are great. No work, no school, no need to wake up early or go to sleep before dawn. Pure unbridled bliss to spend a day however one pleases.

But that isn't why Evan loves them.

No, Evan has become rather fond of Saturdays because for the past year or so since he and Barty started dating, they've made it a goal to host a movie night. Just the two of them.

It started off as a complete accident—Saturday being one of the only days the two were free, unburdened by Evan's university classes and Barty's part-time job. So one night they found themselves sprawled over Evan's couch, watching a movie and eating takeaway because they hadn't felt like leaving the flat. Then the next week found them in a similar position, only at Barty's place, completely by coincidence.

By the third week they realized the pattern and made a truce—every Saturday that they could manage they'd stay at one of their flats, order in, and put on a random movie or show to watch together.

It quickly became a favorite date night for the both of them—choosing to ignore the rest of the world for one night a week and keep each other company. It was more than enough. Soft, tender touches under a blanket and rowdy laughter directed at a particularly shitty movie Barty had picked out. They would always end the night with their limbs tangled together, whether that be on the couch or one of their beds.

Now over a year later Evan still feels the same excitement bubbling in the pit of his stomach as the clock hits 5pm—their official designated start time.

He figures Barty will arrive any minute now and let himself in, so he turns the TV on and grabs some blankets from the closet, setting up the couch as comfortably as he can.

He's in the kitchen looking over menus when he hears the turn of a key and the click of the front door closing. He smiles to himself, soft and hidden, as feet patter across his wooden floors.

A warm presence ghosts along his back as steady arms wrap around his waist. Barty tugs him closer and hooks his chin over Evan's shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

"Hi Ev," Barty mumbles; he sounds tired. Evan knows he went home to see his mother today, a visit that usually leaves Barty drained no matter how much he loves her. He tries his hardest not to be so reserved around Evan; he's definitely gotten better with opening up about his home life, but it can be hard.

Evan has learned to be patient.

"Hi baby," he hums, turning his head and capturing Barty's lips in a kiss. It's sweet, chaste.

He turns around fully so he can run his fingers through Barty's hair, cupping his face with his free hand. "How was today? Your mum's well?"

That's another thing they've worked on: communication. Sometimes just a simple How was your day? or a Can we call later? I miss you, makes all the difference when both of them lead such busy lives. The two of them are far from perfect, but they try their best.

Barty shrugs, but smiles nonetheless. "She's good, not very busy these days. Father wasn't home so we went out for coffee," he wrinkles his nose at the thought of his father, and Evan laughs. He can't say he disagrees with the sentiment.

Barty tugs Evan closer where his hands still rest on his waist. "And what'd you do today? Other than wait for me to grace you with my presence, of course."

Evan rolls his eyes. "Actually I was dreading this. I'd much rather go back to studying like I've been doing for the past 6 hours. It's very fun," he loops his arms around Barty's neck, staring up at him with a devilish grin.

"Oh I'm sure," Barty nods along. "I should make my swift exit then, don't wanna take up too much of your time Mr. University."

"Shut up and kiss me, idiot."

Their lips meet again, warm and slow under the yellow lighting of Evan's small kitchen. It's unhurried, no intention other than re-familiarizing themselves with each other. Still, kissing Barty always makes his entire body light up—fireworks or tingles or electricity; whatever you want to call it—and he shivers from head to toe at the feeling.

God, he's painfully in love with this stupid man.

They pull back, Barty's hand never leaving Evan's hip as they go about chattering aimlessly. They choose a restaurant and Evan forces Barty to call in—pizza, even though Barty complains that his mother sent him home with enough Italian food.

They laugh at nothing as they wait for the food, Barty recounting to Evan how Regulus called him at 8pm the previous night to freak out when he found a ring in James' sock drawer.

Honestly Evan's surprised they're not married with two kids yet. They've been dating for ages, and James looks at him like he built the solar system. It's gross—and also about damn time that man proposes.

The food arrives in record time and they make themselves comfortable, Barty laying half of his body weight on Evan's legs. Not that he's complaining.

Barty chooses a show for them to watch tonight—some random sitcom he's been binge watching the past few weeks—and they settle into a comfortable silence, munching on their food.

"Hey, B?" he asks halfway through the second episode; food long gone and plates piled in the sink. He's wrapped in Barty's arms now, a blanket thrown over the both of them.

The chatter on the TV is low enough that he knows Barty heard him, but he doesn't make a move to acknowledge it.

Evan pokes one of his hands. Nothing.

He sighs, long and drawn out. "Baby."

Predictably, Barty turns his head to face Evan. He looks smug, the bastard, and raises a questioning eyebrow.

"Rosie?"

"Ugh, you're horrible. Why do I tolerate you again?"

Barty smiles, a bright and open gesture that radiates even more warmth under the soft blanket. "Cause you're just as bad as I am," he wraps his arms tighter and noses at Evan's hair.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am n–"

"Watch the show, Ev," Barty interrupts, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

Evan scoffs but resigns himself to sink into the surrounding warmth, the rise and fall of Barty's breathing a comforting lull. The domesticity of it all makes his chest ache.

They go through another episode before Evan begins to feel the effects of sleep taking over, his brain peacefully blank and his eyes struggling to stay open.

"Sleep, Ev. I'll wake you later," he hears Barty whisper lowly next to his ear. Evan smiles, and lets his eyes close.

This, he thinks. This is perfect.

#late again hehe sorryyy #this was born out of my own need for evan to call barty baby #so yeah #that's what I did #this is just pure bliss in a fic #minimal silliness #they're just in love #rosekiller #rosekiller microfic #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #barty x evan #evan x barty #rat's silly microfics

[alphabet-mafia-member]

MU'RAWA - AN AVATAR TWOW STORY

- This week was a bit rushed, so I apologize for the quality of this one, definitely is not my favourite. I'll be revisiting this one later.

- Also one funny thing is how TF I'm gonna fit a slow burn in a movie where the love interest has like maybe 30 minutes. Funny experience.

Check part two here!

III - RÄ’Ä TXÌNG (Swimming lesson)

You stand on the vibrant coral reef, surrounded by crystal-clear turquoise waters. The sun radiates warmth, casting shimmering rays upon the underwater world, and colourful fish dart among the coral, painting the scene with brilliance.

The ilu swim around you as you saddle them. Their heads emerge from the water now and then, attempting to nibble the food you had in the pouch over the walkway.

— You know these are not for now! — You grab the pouch, throwing it over your shoulder. Not far from the deep end, laughter and excitement echo down the shore, followed by splashes of water. You can’t help the smile creeping on your face. — Come on, let’s go there, yes?

As you walked down the weavings, the Ilu clicked and bellowed down under. Blurs of dark blue moved under the surface, the lighter ones glided with grace, in a fluid, effortless motion. The Sully boys seemed stuck in place, coming to the surface once or twice for air. Amused, you concluded your graciousness could not be that far from theirs.

You find a serene spot amidst the rustling wind, settling down with your unfinished saddle in hand. Many days were spent on it, you weaved every thread with the utmost attention. It was your next passing rite in the clan after all.

"This one is mine" The flames cast a dim light on the sandbank, Ao'nung showed the intricate leather-like piece proudly, you traced every detail, trying to learn every pattern, searching for ways to improve your technique "It got loose at least three times when I strapped it first."

Tsireya smiled, kind as always "The women from the clan will teach you how to weave properly, and I can help you, ma tsmuke. When you finish it, you'll test it on the waves outside the reef, near the wall. Sempu will see you fit for it." With a gasp, she grabs your hand. " Would you allow us to watch your ride?"

Weaving the saddle was more than a mere act of craftsmanship, you'd come to learn, it symbolized the bond between The People and Sea, a connection of trust and unity with the animals that lived their many ages before Metkayina. Each thread woven with care represented the wisdom passed down through generations.

As you skillfully intertwined the fibres, you honoured the teachings of your friends, honouring their ancestors' spirits. The saddle would become an extension of your identity, the second step of your journey into the water.

— You're too fast! Wait for us! — A whiny voice dragged you out of the memory, the youngest of the Sullys thrashed about on the water, visibly tired already.

— You are not good divers! Maybe swinging through trees, but... — It was not the first time Ao'nung's head had been smacked before, and the fact made you giggle. His eyes meet yours across the water, signalling for you. Setting the work at hand down, you dove deep, quickly swimming over to them. As you approach, the tiny girl giggles, splashing water at you. Giggling, you do the same.

— Tuk, no... — The boy reaches out, in a reprimanding manner and you tranquillize him with a smile.

— It's okay, Lo'ak. You trust me, right, Tukti? — She nods. Taking her hands you start swimming around, tagging her along. — Don't forget to move the legs. You need them strong, ma evi.

Your eyes wander, meeting the oldest one's before quickly looking away. Ao'nung notices your glances, smirking.

— Come on, we don't speak that finger talk, you guys. — Neteyam tries to persuade the teens, and you can see Tsireya's eyes soften.

— I will teach you.

His presence intrigues you, something is captivating about him, an air of quiet contemplation that sets him apart from the vibrant nature surrounding you both. There's a warmth in his gaze, a genuine curiosity that makes your experience in the reef understood.

You can't help but smile as you witness his occasional attempts to hide his fascination with the world around him. It's as if he's studying everything and finding beauty in the simplest of details.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 

Observing you from a distance, Neteyam noticed how your eyes sparkled with genuine joy as you engaged in swimming with his sister. Tuk had a wide smile mirroring yours as you took her by the hand under the water. You showed her how to move, leading her to the surface for air when needed.

You eventually let go of her hands, tending from a distance as Tuk swim amongst schools of fish. Your hair sways with each subtle shift, like strands of seaweed dancing with the ocean's rhythm. The way you glide through the water, body seemingly weightless, fills him with awe and admiration.

You only turn your attention to him back on the shallow banks. A smile bright on your lips, Tuk spent on your hip as you rock her tiny form.

— Tam, tam, Tukti — You whisper, Neteyam extends his arms, asking if you'd like to hand her over, You gently lower them again, amused. His eyes dart from where your hand rests to your face, holding your gaze. The familiarity of your chartreuse eyes brought an odd sense of comfort.

You also did not belong to the reef, but he could see how the water grew on you. You spent much more beneath the surface, your affinity for the ocean evident. It gave him at least a glint of hope. Maybe he too, could try and belong.

— Don't worry, I love her already. Like baby syaksyuk.

As he continued to observe you, a growing admiration filled his heart, appreciating the way you seemed to take the family in already. Tuk clings to you unflinching, eyes almost closed, and as your hand leaves his arms to pet her head, so does the warmth, surging a shiver on his spine.

— Thank you. — You nod at his gratitude.

Turning around, you meet blue-eyed gazes. Their eyes held a mixture of intrigue, amusement, and a hint of knowing. A mischievous grin played on Roxto's lips, his eyes twinkling with playful delight. He nudged Ao'nung, who wore a sly smile, exchanging knowing glances.

They had witnessed the few-worded exchange. There was an understanding between the friends, a silent agreement to let that scene unfold without interference.

Neteyam felt a warmth rise to his cheeks as he realized their watchful eyes upon both. You shifted your gaze, heart pounding with slight embarrassment.

Thank you for reading, liking and sharing! It means a lot to me!

If you like it better, this story will be posted over AO3 under the same title.

Check the next part here!

Eywa ngahu livu.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #avatar 2 #neteyam #neteyam x reader #jake sully #neytiri #loak sully #kiri augustine #tuktirey #spider #miles quaritch #tonowari x ronal #tonowari #ronal #aonung #roxto #fem oc #fem reader

[marshmallowprotection]

Hello! Can I request a matchup?

I'm a woman in my twenties. And in case it helps, my personality typing is INFJ / 4w5!

I don't appear friendly and I tend to be quiet in front of new people or in new environment; people tend to say that I look arrogant, quiet, or shy when we first meet. But once I click with someone, I cannot stop talking and I love to play clown to make my friends laugh. I love spending my time with my loved ones, those who are important for me, instead of being alone.

I am both passionate and strongly opinionated person, and due to this I think I can be a bit too intense 😂 When I am fond of something, I will be fixated on it and using up all my energy for it. I have a lot of opinions and things I want to know about this world-- and that's also why I love learning things related to politics and society and wishing to have an opportunity to work on that field in the future.

I was raised in a strict and conservative environment, where I cannot freely express myself and escape from supervision. Now that I'm an adult and I have a freedom of my own, I enjoy doing things I couldn't do back then such as travelling to galleries, museums, other cities or countries by myself-- I use it as a media to get to know myself better and spend some quality time with myself.

I am autistic, and even though I have lots of things I love from my autism, I often feel like I cannot genuinely connect to the world around me. I feel like an alien pretending to be a human most of the time. Feeling like I belong to this world as much as everyone else is something I'm working on.

My hobbies are singing, writing poems, and fashion! I love looking good according to my personal aesthetic; aesthetic is very important for me. I love wearing vintage and romantic styles; academia, witchy, laces, or flower patterns. Black clothes and red lipstick are things that stand out the most from my personal fashion style. I also love going out in nature (preferably somewhere high like mountains because I prefer colder weather) and watching flowers-- sunflower is my favourite one.

OKAY it ends up being a whole thesis 😭 I hope you don't mind... Thank you and have a nice day!!! 💕💕💕

I match you with...

Jumin!

You're the kind of person who feels you missed out on something because others were holding you back. It feels like the world has already grown a few steps ahead of you and you're trying to figure out how to get there. But, you're doing your best to reclaim what you feel was taken away from you when you were young.

Sometimes people don't understand you or the way that you interact with the world, so you're looking for somebody who knows you for you. You’re looking for someone like Jumin who is going to light up when he sees you shine. You want somebody like him who knows what it feels like to need others who understand where you're coming from. You don't want a relationship with someone who belittles your interests or makes you feel bad about them. you want somebody who's right there with you cheering along. 

He could listen to you talk for hours about style and fashion. It's not a category he's put much thought into for himself apart from his own preferences, so it's interesting to hear your perspective on it. That's one of the things that makes him happy. It makes him feel good to know that he's learning something about other people every day, and it means even more when he’s learning things about you. Going places with you and learning anything he can is exciting. The two of you thrive in an environment where you don't have to look over your shoulders, rather, you get to look to your side and smile because somebody gets it. 

#ask #anon #mod kait #mystic messenger #matchup

[heliads]

also because i am that girl, could i get a character ship? preferably for tgm because it has currently consumed me entirely (also, i love all the characters, so don't be afraid to give ur honest opinion! i know the amount of phoenix fics in my wips and the monica pfp is saying a lot about my preference so haha)

but i'll add a bit about myself that you might not know already: i'm a raging dinousar fanatic (it's a bit of a problem), i love the modern-retro-ish 80s vibe that you sometimes see around (funky patterns and bright colours!), i play guitar and loveee painting, and i also believe that your favourite disney princess can say a lot about you so mine's rapunzel :)

i have to confess something, amber,,,, i have not actually seen any top gun movies, i just like your writing + fandoms because they're neat. i never want to disappoint you, though, so after extensive research on tgm incorrect quotes, here's my best bet lol

I ship you with Natasha Trace!

Natasha did not count on falling for you but let's be real, there was simply no other option. The two of you just work, alright? Phoenix may be The Toughest™ around anyone else, but when it's just you and her, everything makes sense. She doesn't have to feel like she's got the world on her shoulders because you're there to share in her stress, and hear her complaints if need be. In return, Phoenix's happy place is watching you paint or play guitar, and she can and will listen to you talk about dinosaurs for hours. She'll get lost somewhere in between the spark in your eyes and the delighted grin on your face, and happily spend the rest of her days off just hanging out with you. Nothing more could possibly be needed.

ok i hope that was in character i have no idea who these people are, but i love you! and i love your involvement in my event! and also you're so right rapunzel IS the best. from the lantern scenes alone she owns my heart (and don't even get me started on 'kingdom dance,' that song HITS

#5k celebration #top gun

[hyperfixatinglove]

Tabby + Sphynx with Murphy💖💕

AAH THE BEST QUESTIONS FOR MURPHY 💖💖

Tabby: Is your f/o snuggly? Are you? If so, what are your favourite ways to cuddle?

I am so snuggly, I love to cuddle and just lay on him no matter if we read books or watch TV. Murphy had little accustom moment, because Carol wasn't nearly as snuggly with him. And to his pleasure I haven't stopped at all with the level and number of cuddles. I'm just as unhinged and absolutely in love with him as I was when I first laid eyes on him 8 years ago.

Murphy is cuddlebug too, it did take him a while to adjust to the vast amount of cuddles I was giving him and wanted to be given. First couple times he thought it was nice, silently cuddling while reading books or watching TV but when it became almost a night routine is when he started to wonder. Murphy feared I thought I needed to give him so much cuddles in form of comfort but he was surprised when I just said I love to cuddle him. I headcanon him the second shortest of my fos, shortest being P the short king, so cuddling isn't as awkward as it is with my tall fos.

Murphy isn't the one to initiate pda and physical touch often in my ship with him. With so many fos in active roles in this, I thought Murphy would fit into being the more passive and reactive one. But it has come to the point when I approach the sofa or chair he's in he will lift his arm because he knows I will snuggle up to him eventually anyway.

I don't imagine us cuddling in our sleep so most common and favorite ways to cuddle are tied to sitting close, whenever reading a book, watching TV or the other falling asleep on others shoulder. Sometimes we ''cuddle'' with out feet, Murphy is sitting uptight on other end of sofa & I'm laying down on it reading a book and my feet go over his. Murphy loves to lay his head on my lap when I'm the one sitting upright and he's laying down so I'd say that's cuddle position favorite as well.

Sphynx: Who prefers wearing sweaters the most? Neither, both? Do either of you knit? Would you ever wear matching sweaters?

Both of us, we're the sweater over-usage couple. I have Sweater Weather in our self ship playlist. I know we only see Murphy in what seems to be button-up shirt but look me in the eyes and tell me he isn't the most comfy loving sweater kinda man.

Since I headcanon Murphy as autistic, he doesn't have quite as severe sensory issues with hot and cold as me, but he will leave his jacket in spring if it means he can still wear his sweaters and keep matching with me, since I only switch mine out when summer heat comes.

I knit. I imagine me knitting so many cute sweaters and warm socks to Murphy during winter months. He has specific type of clothes to wear as comfort clothes, mainly all hues of green with denim jeans but I have introduced him to brown via my sweaters and he absolutely wanted to match with my new sweater which is brown with little sunflowers on it. I always imagine Murphy with earth tones in color, so that's his palette but his favorite color is obviously green.

We absolutely are the type of couple to wear matched sweaters. Most of the time we don't match to T, Murphy doesn't like so much pastel & color as I do and he doesn't wear patterns. But we will match most of the time. If I have my brown sweater I described earlier he will have brown sweater. If I have darker pink he will have dark red that goes more brown. He tries to match me and it makes me feel so warm and giddy.

The only time we truly match to T is holidays. Halloween themed sweaters? Yes, we have those. Christmas? Correct again, we match again. Especially Valentines, I imagine we have little collection of matching Valentines sweaters, we rotate each year.

#I didn't realize it's been EIGHT years with Murphy #he's officially my second longest fo ♥ #i can't seem to provide short answers about Murphy EVER #imagining murphy playing piano when i knit... oh lord #downpour and sunshine #HAPPY VERY LATE ANNIVERSARY TO ME AND MURPHY i have no idea when exactly it is #letters of love #but my blog archive told me furthest with him is 2016

[fumikomiyasaki]

💗

Sindren & Jute

A present from heart

"Mythra... do you think this is a good idea?"

"Oh it will be perfect sweetheart, trust me. If you wanna give your boyfriend a good gift, this will work."

Sindren had already packed a whole bag of things she wanted to give Jute... some leftover parts of Comic series, she knew he didn't have, Treats that Mythra cooked with her in heartshape, a small figure and some small merch but Mythra also helped her get into a good outfit, playing a bow on her neck, a heart pattern dress and her hair tied into a Ponytail... it was unusual for Sindren to dress less practical but at least she could keep her sneakers to walk normal. With a firm smile she left her dorm and made her way to the Falciette dorm... knowing full well her boyfriend probably be in his room again... gently she asked at his door if he could open up and seeing her come in she noticed a light blush from him.

"Hehe... I have some surprises for you."

"P-please don't let it be a jumpscare in your bag."

"You know I wouldn't... but still I want you to open it up."

The soft smell of the baked treats drew his attention... his eyes shined opening up all she packed for him... moreso that he almost started crying from emotion as she pulled his head on her shoulder and patted his head.

"I r-really don't deserve you Sinny... but I am so glad to h-have you."

"You make me happy enough... and you are one of the few I can talk to without breaks and nerd about comics... cmere."

She layed down with him... turned on one of their favourite movies and held him close... she still felt some shivers on his body, stroking his ear and head gently... any hero needs a person to protect and hold dear and to her... Jute was among the ones she would never want to see hurt anymore... just hold him close and keep him safe... with a smile she looked at him placing a kiss on his forehead before watching on.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twst ocs #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #sindren albright #sindren x jute

[alisontk]

I guess it's the date I came... to Seoul? That date is hidden somewhere in this tattoo.

🐰 And then here are two of my favourite quotes. Then this is my birth flower and it's got "Please love me (flower meaning)"

🐰 And this clock tattoo over here! This shows the time of my birth, I think I was born at around 3:25? 3:23?

So, this clock connects here to the mic and the music note. It implies that I was destined, born to be a singer.

🐰 And the ones above are... to be honest, at first I just blindly got these tattoos done and (later) got them covered up.

I mean, if I hadn't gotten them blindly like this, I would've gotten them done prettier... but you know how I am. If I'm into something, I just do it-It's just Bam-ie behind btw! And this hahoetal (traditional kr mask) too, I got this done with my friend at the tattoo shop, and I just re-did all of it in colour with a cover up, cause the person who's doing my tattoos now is so good at it,he's like the person who's currently giving life to my arm.

🐰 And this, the clouds... I think it was when we were in the U.S? Or somewhere overseas? It was this tattoo place I went looking for and wow... that person was not on the same page as me. It hurt way too much and it was during the filming of ON MV, that part of my skin was completely rotten and inflamed too. It was on my elbow pit, so it dries and then when I stretch it in and out again ugh it was such a mess. I went through a lot with that one.. so he (new tattooist) turned them into clouds. And the lighting bolts, I just got these cause I had clouds in here too.

🐰 And over here, originally there was an eye. But there were too many people who hated it, saying it was somewhat like illuminati.

How do I put this... so, the reason I got this eye tattoo,was to mean something like "Beware of your actions"? I mean, when I just keep my hands like this, I don't see the eye tattoo right? Like, I can't see the eye with my own eyes right? So, because of that... umm, I think I was trying to imply that I'm being watched by people in any and every situation. Since people disliked it a lot, I covered it up with this bulletproof here, I changed it to BTS.

🐰 And then I've got Hwa Yang Yeon Hwa (the most beautiful moment in life) here, and this one (on the elbow) is like uh...Dancheong (kr traditional floral pattern)?

🐰 That's that and- Oh please go to sleep if you want to! I'm just rambling to myself here. And on my shoulder I've also got moon tattoos, I actually have many of them and need to get cover-ups done for them too but just not so bothered to.

🐰 And... yeah I just got them, I mean to be honest it's okay to regret it. Like, there are times I also wonder if I really had to make my arm look like this, but what can I do about it? It's bygones anyway.

[seoksoonhoon]

it's softverkwan again, with sudden seoksoonhoon brain tickles:

soft sub seokminie,, mean but also somehow extremely tender dom jihoon :((((( switchy soonyoung who just wants kisses from both of them and be praised for every finger he lifts ;;

and seoksoon are such trophy spouse materials!!! and such perfect sugar babies!!! jihoon getting his share of love and affection even without asking and now he's attached and emotional but doesn't want to admit just yet :((

(im sorry if this rubs the wrong way, ya know, some aus of our otps just Don't Fit The Vision?? rip)

me a while back: yes ill reply to your ask soon

me: doesn't. this took 3 months.

promised i'd never touch nsfw headcanons outside of my google docs and look where we are now

i vaaaaaguely reference watersports and knife play for 2 sentences each just a heads up

to me seoksoonhoon's always been switch 😭😭😭 but i was always top/dom jihoon until i gave it more thought... seokmin i think would be the kind of dom who doesnt use impact play/degradation/choking/asphyxiation to tease his sub but rather things like orgasm denial/overstim and sensory deprivation/overload and he wields them so well.

(im REALLY not a dom soonyoung person he seems like a dom until the kissing part.... then he absolutely melts! he wants to be good and he wants to thank and take care and be owned etc...... will take criticism on this)

i read 1 omorashi seokhoon (i am willingly openminded) where seok has jihoon hold his piss through a dance class and im liiike. this is a concept: seokmin in control. jihoon letting seokmin do anything he wants w his body hell yeah

seokmin and soonyoung both want to be good but soonyoung is more likely to be a brat imo LMAO. soonyoung being a cocksleeve just for seokmin to get himself off. just seokmin feeling super bad about using soonyoung's mouth while he's teary-eyed and tied up and in a cock cage but jihoon whispering "you're doing great baby" "use his mouth like a cumdump it's okay" etc.....

(re: clover essay nr. 1: jihoon like watching / instructing his other two boyfriends) thank you again tumblr user fieurissons

i do love myself tender jihoon though. i really do. that's why i love seokhoon so much. i really think they'd have a scene occassionally/monthly/biweekly where jihoon just spends the entire time worshipping seokmin and doing anything he wants...... and it doesnt even have to be kink it can just be jihoon kissing seokmin absolutely breathless

but it's true, soonyoung basically thrives on jihoon's recognition and praise (when he asks for it). like there's subtle looks, and then attention seeking (non-derogatory) comments, and just shoulder pats, shoulder taps etc....

seoksoon ARE trophy spouses. i think jihoon would absolutely oh so much love to show them off full of marks on their necks their waists their thighs etc. forcing them to wear a lowcut shirt to show that theyre claimed—no one else has the right to lay a finger on them. matching clothes with a very unique specific pattern etc. i also think soonyoung would so be into exhibitionism/being filmed while having sex but im pretty sure that's established lmao. expansion on exhibitionism, specifically: the adrenaline. that's also why i vaguely feel like he'd be into knife play just because of the hidden danger (of course, no breaking of skin. ever. just the cold touch of the blade as a threat. jihoon does a shit ton of research to make sure nothing bad ever happens during the scene.)

for every trope theres gotta be a certain character dynamic that fits our otps.... its okay. though sometimes i have to tell myself Not Everything needs to be a seoksoonhoon if it doesnt fit them... but also Everything needs to be a seoksoonhoon bc theres not enough of them

(e.g: im not the biggest jigyu fan but i have to admit them in bdsm = one of my favourite dom jihoon dynamics) (likewise i really like gyuhan's dynamic esp for the characterisation of dom jeonghan... like jeongcheol dom jeonghan is good but oh... gyuhan...) (i have SO many gyuhan thoughts especially after seventeen ad genius because jeonghan riding mingyu in that position gives me the ability to talk about jeonghan pulling mingyu's hair/choking/asphyxiation and just mingyu in that position = spanking) (additionally nothing tops jeonghoon for sub jihoon but that's my opinion) (jicheol sub jihoon is a close second aaaaaaall because of the benefactor aka one of the most glorious bdsm fics ive ever had the privilege to read)

#ask in a box #essay.txt #nsft

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do a reader with a really big tummy and daddy Lee comforting her and then maybe it gets smutty? It’s just I’m visiting my parents while on break (the summer semester at Gwinnett doesn’t start until the 26th) and they keep jumping on my back about how I need to lose weight and I just need some cheering up. Pls?

🥺🥺🥺🥺 I feel this on a deeply emotional level Nonnie love.

Need All Of You

Warnings: body image issues, not nice mother, slight body worship, implied future smut, soft tummies for dayzzz

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Dinner with the in laws. Lee tries to keep his opinions to himself about your parents. They are a lost cause in his opinion, but you try to be civil with them. Tonight you've brought a sponge cake to share for dessert. You had to slap Lee's hand off it before you got it in the Tupperware because he couldn't resist swiping a finger through the thick cream and jam sandwiched between to the soft cakes.

"You keep bakin' like this, Sweetheart, I'm gonna have to have all my pants let out," he laughs at the table, eyes shining with love and admiration, as you and your mother clear up the plates.

"She keeps bakin' and carryin' on, she'll be wasting your hard earned money on tents to wear," your mother muttered to Lee. "I heard Betty down at the salon say the dress shop in town had to order a special pattern so you'd have something decent to wear."

Shit. That was supposed to be a surprise. Lee watches your face flash through a range of emotion. Your trying to hold it together, but when your eyes meet his, Lee can see how wet they are. You clear your throat and grab the rest of the dishes. Lee watches you clear up, listens to your mother prattle on about some bullshit. He couldn't wait for this dinner to be over.

The car ride home didn't relieve any of the tension either. The empty Tupperware sits on your lap, your shoulders held high, but you weren't looking away from the dash. Your favourite song came on the radio and you didn't even react.

Lee held your hand as you walked into the house together. He followed you through the house, watching you go through the motions of getting ready for bed. He watches you remove your makeup, watches you smear on your cream that always makes you smell so sweet. He moves up behind you, slides his hands inside under your robe to feel your warm soft skin. As his hands moves over your tummy, trying to be a comfort, you stop his hand.

"I just- was supposed to be a surprise," he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck. "Thought a pretty new dress would..."

"It's not-," your breath hitches, lower lip trembling. "I'm sorry."

He kisses your neck, pulls you further into him, plasters himself all over you, trying to be as close as possible as you. Lee tells you what he always tells after a run in with your mama. He reminds you how much he loves you, all of you, just as you are. Calls you every sweet thing he can think of, tells you over and over again how beautiful you are.

Lee moves you to the bedroom. You don't argue with him when he pulls you on to his lap, to straddle his thighs and press your skin to his, for once. You make a sad noise comes out of you when he slides the robe your shoulders. It's makes his heart ache that you don't want him to buy ya nice things, to show you off how you deserved to be. Lee wants to show you everyday how much he adores you. He presses his forehead to yours, does what he can to breathe you in and feel you.

"Can I love on ya, baby? Let Daddy be sweet on his best girl, let me, please? Need to remind my baby just how good she is for me."

"Daddy," you hum. Lee knows he's got you, that a bit of sweet talking has you melting for him, but he needs your words.

"Tell me baby, what do you need."

"Need you, Daddy, always."

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