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#i also lost a tshirt i never even had had the chance to wear
jujutsutrash · 3 months
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(the best of a) simple thing
sort of a follow up to (don't look) but I want it, tho more of a prequel Pairing: Yuta x reader Word count: 2723 Warning: some slight mentions of nsfw stuff but mostly ok
When you walked into his apartment - and effectively into his life - Yuta never imagined he’d become so hooked on you. You had seemed like a bad company, like clear trouble. But you’d found him through a mutual friend, so he let it slide. He needed a roommate, and the worst that could happen would be having to kick you out. Or so he thought.
He never thought he’d become obsessed with you.
Well, obsessed is a strong word. Heavily infatuated could do. You plagued his mind constantly, and just your presence was enough to have him red in the face. Yuta thought that it was just a sexual thing, over time it would fade. It didn’t. And sharing an apartment with you, getting to know you, only made it worse. On one hand he’d be jerking off furiously to the thought of you, on the other he’d be aching to do the most domestic type of shit.
One thing he found himself desiring pretty quickly was to see you dressed in one of his clothes. It was hot, yeah, but it also felt cute as fuck. Sure, he didn’t tower over you, but his oversized shirts would still look bigger than your frame. To Yuta, the thought alone was enough to have his heart leaping - and his cock hardening - in less than a second.
Though, he never thought that would actually happen. Until it did. The first time he got a chance to see you in one of his clothes was on a rare day that he was going from college straight to your shared apartment. It was a day off, and he had plans for it, until it started raining out of the nothing while he was still in class. When it came time to leave, the rain had turned heavy, water falling from the sky with rage and bringing a cold wind with it. Yuta considered himself lucky for always having an umbrella lost somewhere in his bag.
To his surprise, when he came to the arched entrance of the college building, he saw you, looking into the rainy street with a desolate expression. It was rare for him to see you at campus, the buildings where the visual arts students had their classes couldn’t be further from his own. Slowly, he walked up to you, coming to stand by your side as he watched your expression.
“You forgot you your umbrella again?”
You almost jumped by his side, and Yuta couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from his chest. He muttered a sorry when you looked back at him, eyes burning with anger. Even that was cute. Looking at you now, he also couldn’t help noticing how you had your hands rubbing your arms, body closing in tight on itself. You were dressed in just a tshirt and jeans, clearly not expecting to get cold any time soon.
“Yeah,” you respond with a pout, “this is ridiculous, it was sunny when I left home!”
“The weather changes a lot around this time of the year,” he adds with a shrug, pulling the umbrella from inside his backpack. “I can give you a ride if you want?”
“Don’t you have to go to the office?”
“Nah, got a day off today, I was heading home anyway,” Yuta says with a smile, watching as your face lights up at the offer, his heart warming up at the sight. 
“Oh, shit, Yuta, thank you so much. You are a lifesaver,” you smile, and he can feel the blush that’s creeping its way on his face.
“Don’t need to thank me, really, I’m just glad to help,” he responds in a gentle tone, voice growing more concerned as he looks over you again. “Are you cold?”
“A little, I really wasn’t expecting this.”
“Well, I,” he pauses, unsure if he should stay what he is thinking before he decides to go for it anyway. “I can give you my hoodie, so you don’t have to walk back while cold.”
Yuta looks over you, hand tugging at the fabric of the white hoodie he was wearing. He is pretty sure he is blushing, but he can’t focus on that right now. On one hand, you were cold, and he really just wanted to help. But on the other, well he is pretty sure that if you accept, he is gonna have the image of you in that hoodie burned into his mind forever.
“Oh, you don’t need to do that, you are gonna feel cold,” you shake your head, chuckling as you wave one hand in front of your face.
“I’m not that cold anyway, it’s fine really,” he insists, looking into your eyes with a warm smile.
You hesitate for a second, but then you nod, muttering a thanks when he places his backpack and umbrella on the floor. Yuta reaches a hand to his back, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his hoodie as he starts pulling it off. When he wrangles himself off of it, he passes it to you with one hand, the other fighting to readjust his hair.
He watches you smile and put it on, his heart skipping a beat at the sight. The shoulders of the hoodie seem a little loose on your frame, the end of the sleeves just about reaching your fingers. Yuta wasn’t that much bigger than you, but yeah, this was good enough. The walk to your apartment would be short, but he caught himself wondering if maybe he’d be lucky, and by the end of it his hoodie would smell like you.
When you look back up at him, he quickly averts your eyes, busying himself with picking up his backpack and umbrella, getting ready to leave. You two walk and chat, shoulders touching as you share the protection of Yuta’s old umbrella. He is almost sad when the walk ends. The minute he is inside his room, hoodie back in his hands, he brings the piece of clothing to his nose. Under the faint notes of his cologne, he finds it, the sweet smell of your body lotion. He’d for sure be sleeping with that hoodie tonight.
The second time Yuta got a chance to see you wearing one of his clothes was when you’d taken him with you to that bar you loved so much - Devilock, you called it. From the outside the place looked like a shady, hole in the wall type of bar, from the inside it looked just better enough to be sanitary. Truth be told, Yuta had never been one to frequent those places. Between the loud noise and his aversion for social situations, it felt like too much. Yet, he couldn’t say no when you invited him.
The punkest thing he could muster from his wardrobe was a beaten up plaid button up thrown open over a black shirt and some dark jeans. Compared to you, he was a normie, but that was the best he could do. Though, your presence made him feel a little less awkward when you entered the place. The bar wasn’t utterly packed, but it was full, and that was already enough stress, so Yuta would take whatever little solace he could get.
Still, there was a silver lining to this all - aside from the amount of people in the bar counter, forcing you two to sit side by side, shoulders pressed against each other. No, the silver lining was that he got to watch you, free and at ease in your own element, dancing in a skin tight shirt and jeans shorts. Yuta could endure the awkwardness he felt from not knowing how to dance if he got to see you like that.
Shit, you were too hot, and as you both returned to the bar he still couldn’t stop staring, even as you downed another drink, droplets of the cocktail spilling past your lip and down your neck. Maybe the alcohol helped you not notice his wondering eyes, but the bartender sure caught his stares. From behind the counter, the tall, long haired man looked like serious trouble, especially as his black locks shadowed those fox eyes when he leaned menacingly forward. Okay, that was enough to make Yuta look away, for now. Near the end of the night, however, something else happened that had butterflies working up a hurricane in his stomach.
“Yuta!”
When you cried out for him, he could already recognize something off in your voice. You’d both found your way to the arcade machines in the bar at that point, and Yuta felt a little more in his territory this way. Though, you had gone to get a drink for yourself, and it was really off putting to have you return with worry in your voice.
“Hey,” Yuta responded, calling out your name as he turned around. “Everything ok?”
“Ah, mostly,” you chuckled. “But I think my shirt snagged in someone’ jacket and one of the straps torn,” you gave another awkward chuckle and Yuta’s eyes went straight from your own to the hand tightening the knot holding your shirt strap together - the other hand clutching a beer.
“Shit,” he stuttered, torn between the desire to help and the desire to just see the thing fall. “People should really be more careful, they could have hurt you.”
“It’s ok, really, it’s just an inconvenience,” you laughed softly, placing your beer on top of the arcade machine you were. “Tho’, I think I might have to inconvenience you now.”
“Y-yes, whatever you need,” it was almost shameful how fast Yuta responded, he knew it, but he just couldn’t help but jump at the idea of you needing him in any way.
“Could you lend me your shirt? I’m not sure how safe this knot is,” you chuckled.
Yuta froze for a moment at your words, voice muffled by the song playing. Though, he quickly snapped out of it, eager to see you in his shirt. He knew he should be more worried about you, he knew he shouldn’t be thinking as he was at that moment, but there was just something about seeing you in his clothes. Shit, he’d refuse to wash that shirt for the next few days.
Taking out the shirt in a rush as he nodded frantically, Yuta almost knocked down the beer bottle on top of the arcade machine, getting one arm pathetically stuck in the sleeve as he tugged it free. When he handed you the shirt, you thanked him, swiftly putting it on and buttoning it up. You looked gorgeous in it - as you did in absolutely anything, but there was a special charm to this particular sight. Fuck, he could feel his cock hardening already.
The rest of the night goes by uneventfully - although not exactly easily. Yuta had to spend the whole time fighting his own desires and the erection that threatened to sprung up and make things a lot more awkward. When you both finally get back home and return the shirt to his hands, he almost feels desolated. Almost, because the chance to sleep with a piece of clothing that smells like you again is enough to have him in high spirits.
The third time Yuta gets to see you in one of his clothes is in a more permanent situation. One he admits he lucked out on, a bold strike of fortune he will be forever thankful for. After you first moved in, you requested to share the space of his large office - the only spare room in the apartment. He agreed, obviously, he couldn’t say no to you, so he just let you set up your easel and materials in the office, but in the beginning it was awkward. Overtime, though, he grew comfortable in your presence - and learned to watch you paint from the occasional reflections on his monitor.
Besides, Yuta couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy the sight of you working on your pieces. Although you could be a powerful distraction, sitting in front of your easel, wearing only small shorts and an old shirt - even this casual, you were gorgeous. At times, it was an exercise in self control, one he didn’t always win, forcing Yuta to take breaks from his work just to leave the room. Still, he wasn’t really complaining.
One day he catches you frowning while looking at the washing machine, browns pulled together and shoulders slumped. When he asks you what's wrong, you pull a torn up garment from inside the machine - from the gray color and paint stains he recognizes it as the remains of your old work shirt. As you mumble about needing to retire another t-shirt to put in its place, an idea crosses Yuta’s mind. 
He sees a chance, and he has to take it - or at least try to, while he is feeling brave enough for the task. Sure, if this goes right, you are going to become even more of a distraction than you already are, but fuck it if he cares right now. So as you sigh in frustration, he is quick to offer you to take one of his t-shirts, claiming he has an old one he was gonna start using as pajamas anyway. When you seem hesitant, he doesn't give you time, stepping into his room fast and bringing you a white oversized t-shirt that he places in your hands, insisting you take it.
“Yuta,” he glances at you through the reflection as you call for him, seeing you turn from the easel towards him, “you sure I can use this? It feels so nice, the paint is just gonna destroy it.”
Yuta feels beyond lucky that on the very next day, he'd already gotten to see you wearing his shirt. Though, it's posing a slight inconvenience as now he's having to try and answer you without fully turning his chair around - lest you notice something you shouldn't. He turns just enough to glance at you, body still turned to his screens, anything below the hips mostly covered by the blessed shadow of his desk. 
“I told you it's fine. Is it comfortable? If you like it, you can just keep it,” he shrugs, trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing. “This shirt is old, and it was nothing special to begin with.”
He lies straight through his teeth, the plain white shirt had been an expensive one - you'd probably just never know because he'd removed the tags long ago, they always pinched his skin. But he didn't mind that, not one bit, no price could pay for the sight before him. The oversized t-shirt went all the way down to just below your ass, covering a third of your thighs. Better yet, it almost swallowed your shorts, and from certain angles, it looked like you were wearing just the t-shirt. Wearing just his t-shirt. Yeah, he didn't mind the price tag.
You look into his eyes for a long second - a stare down Yuta is driven to win, despite the growing discomfort for every moment he had to spend holding his gaze into yours. But it was for a good cause, at least from the point of view of his own selfish desires. When you hum and look down, he holds his breath in anticipation. 
“Ah, it is really comfortable,” you trail off, glancing at him again before shrugging, Yuta finally letting go of the breath he was holding. “Guess if you say so, thanks Yuta, you are a lifesaver!”
You cheerfully thank him with a bright smile and a sweet chuckle, stretching your arms above your head before going back to work. Yuta can feel his face burning, and he can only hope it doesn't look as red as it feels. You are too sweet, too cute - and it's not helping at all the sick images running in the back of his mind. Oh, how he wanted to have you sprawled on his bed wearing only that shirt, oh the things he wanted to do.
Fuck, now he could feel his pants straining already. Just as he imagined, this was worse than before - though, it was still a price worth paying to see you in his shirt almost every day. If he could have it his way, you'd only wear his clothes around the apartment anyway.
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mossmurdock · 9 months
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lets talk about richie and his outfits!
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all throughout season one he can be seen completely decked out in the beef merch almost always. my fav example being the pic above! not only is he wearing the tshirt but he's sporting a jacket as well, and i think it's plain that this ties in both with his grief and with the way he's holding on so desperately to his identification with the restaurant. it's clear that the other cooks/employees of the beef were close to michael and cared about the restaurant, but i feel like richie's displacement in life and the restaurant's fate/meaning becoming so blurred is clearer in him more than anyone else.
it looks like he's constantly proving something by wearing so many things related to the beef. he's constantly having to remind himself that he has a place where he belongs still—that he has purpose here!! which is such a thing in the second season and i'll get to that soon.
but, for now, i want to also mention how this 'drab' and 'lazy' way of dressing is a representation of his self confidence as well. it isn't necessarily ill fitting, but his track pants and sneakers often tend to stand out when he's set in the crowd of the other relevant characters. take neil for example, his outfits aren't the 'cleanest' or even super well put together/formal but its obvious what his job is. richie, on the other hand, does not have that! throughout the first season we look at a man in his forties who is not only implied to not know his purpose mentally but also physically!
now moving on to season 2!
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so the first episode begins and i think lots of us asked ourselves the same question: has richie developed at all? and for a second it really looks like he hasn't. the first thing i notice is his shirt, he's wearing another the beef brand tshirt, except what's even more notable about this specific one is that 'the beef' isn't even spelled correctly.
this detail and his conversation with carmy is so!!! richie so desperately wants purpose, and where else is he going to look for it but his safe space? he's trying to imprve himself but isn't sure where to look.
and then we witness him constantly trying to fit himself in places he just doesn't belong. he's becoming a hinderance, he's in the way, he's trying so hard to help, and he feels that he's going to be left behind. but there's gotta be purpose for him somewhere! there just has to! AND THERE IS!!!! lets get to the last episode of season 2!
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"I wear suits now."
this line permanently altered my brain. like i want to scrunch him up into a ball and throw him against a wall and watch him bounce back. he's so much more confident in where he's meant to be and what he's supposed to be doing. and then his apology to natalie!! he's found his purpose finally and is aware enough of his past behaviour to be remorseful about it. and it's also just such a show of how he's always had a place there but just needed to learn how to fit in it, sort of like a mold!
like he didn't need to completely rebrand himself or anything, ie: "i'm good with people...just never really have the chance to be" (paraphrasing here but ya know). he's always had this in him, there was just some maturity and healing missing.
anyway before this gets too long, richie fits in these new suits so well and it points to so many of his developments. he's found his purpose and is confident in it, HE WEARS SUITS NOW. he knows what he is so he's sure of how to dress himself too. it's a little less juvenile, a little less unsure, and a little less lost.
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sciolists-libellum · 2 months
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Haleth || 22 || tries to handle the tech side of things but Asra is better at it. I do the organising and handling of the admin.
BA || LLB || Undergrad. Send help
If you wanna partake in the shenanigans you can find me @rangerofthesouth
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Areas of Interest:
- Right now, a severe obsession with Greek Mythology because of the PJO series and I'm also reading the Iliad after reading Song of Achilles (no, i cannot under any circumstances be normal about him and Patroclus.)
- Classic literature and poetry : I wanna read as many classics as I can because why not and also school didn't allow me to read so I'm making up for lost time. (I'm still trying to finish Pride and Prejudice, but my adhd keeps saying noooo)
- Film : I watch a lot of films, movies and series, sometimes I watch mainstream stuff. Not just to space out, but because i enjoy complex storylines and excellent directing.
(currently watching Gossip Girl and... I have my reservations but..it's actually pretty interesting). I'm a fan of period dramas, fantasy and anything that has to do with magic, sci-fi and psychological thrillers.
- The Old Guard and books by Neil Gaiman : recently graphic novels have become something I'm completely obsessed with... I can't explain how much i love graphic novels and comics right now!!!! Just *high pitched scream*
- Also non-western literature:
I'm a firm believer in knowing where you came from in order to know where you're going.
gimme poetry about the indentured Indians, gimme stories about the poc who have had to fight to be seen, gimme gimme oral tales from ethic tribes, let me see the diaspora of your people around the globe
i wanna hear about everyone's history. Where you came from, why they chose to step onto the ship, whether they had a choice. Tell me about your aunty's recipe for a certain dish, i bet you there's a story behind it.
- I'm really into fashion rn after spending my entire adolescence wearing the same tshirt and jeans. will i be normal about it? Absolutely not.
- queer theory and history and law even if i don't wanna admit that out loud. But wow, is the law actually interesting...
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What else am i interested in??
- Food. Especially Asian foods and the absolute wonderful variety every culture has to offer. So far I've had a good intro to Korean foods such as gimpap and baobuns, I've tried Chinese oudon noodles which i would happily die for oh and i tried ramen too.. But i needa know more so please gimmmmme gimme your favourite Asian dishes, especially if they're spicy.
- Music : i play the guitar and piano and cannot be normal about jazz, blues or classics. Yes, Asra is right, Pop music is my area of expertise until you ask me about relevant songs. ( BUT classical music is Asra's area of utter and complete expertise. Seriously any questions on classical music and composition send it to Asra)
-Art: i freaking love art ( Van Gogh my love, Fauvism my detested, animation because of Abu (a friend not the monkey from Aladdin.) my painting skills are something to be worked on but i can draw!
- I'm very normal about Cate Blanchett in any of her films.
- i enjoy reading and listening to explanations on different beliefs, cultures and psychology, i really like understanding how the world works.
-physics even though I failed math and never did physics but wooow do i love applying it to Formula One.
- Oh yeah, formula one 🏎️
- i love animals, i will befriend your pets.
-Travel : honestly i wanna see every inch of the world and eat alllll kinds of foods and leave a footprint in a German forest. The ocean beckons, the sky will carry me gently, the mountains sing for me to join them.
My areas of Interest will change as i grow and my brain decides what my next hyperfixation will be. There's a good chance imma inflict it upon everyone here😗
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nyatawia · 6 years
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Now I can officially say that I’ll never travel to France again
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drspencerweed · 3 years
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Dreams Do Come True
Summary/Request: from anon: CONGRATS ON HITTING 500 ILYSM!!! random request,, having a wet dream about spencer while sharing a room on a case (i know, super original) and him getting all hot and bothered hearing you moan 🙈😁
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
W/C: 3484
Content: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, oral sex (both receiving), premature ejaculation, wet dream, sub!spencer
A/N: Hi! So this probably isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I started writing it and it kind of took on a mind of it’s own. I banged this out in two days, it practically wrote itself. I hope you enjoy! 
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Sharing a hotel room with her was normal. It was. Sure, they had never done it before, but that was just because Hotch had never randomly assigned the two of them before. So okay, it wasn’t normal by definition. But he wasn’t going to make it weird. Just because he had a small crush on her did not mean that he would let it be weird. They were colleagues, and they even spent time together outside of work too! She would come to his apartment to watch old movies, and he would go to hers so she could cook for him. So he knew he could spend time with her alone, that wasn’t the problem. 
It was the sleeping that was potentially the issue. 
His little crush had been invading his subconscious almost constantly nowadays, and he was known to talk in his sleep. He was so scared he would say something wrong in his sleep. If she overheard something like that, he knew their friendship would never recover. How can you act normal around someone who said your name in their sleep? 
He had been avoiding going to sleep before her, so he had taken Derek up on his offer for a drink in his room to talk about anything but the case they were working. 
“So when are you going to tell [Y/N] that you’re into her?” Derek asked out of nowhere. 
Spencer stuttered around the sip of his drink. “W-Who says I’m interested in her?” 
Derek just laughed and clapped Spencer on the shoulder. His cheeks were burning, a sure sign of his embarrassment at being called out. “Pretty boy, you give her heart eyes every time she walks in a room.” 
His blush deepened. “Even if I was interested, there’s a very low probability that she is also interested. So the answer to your question would be never, obviously.” Derek stopped his giggling and gave Spencer an incredulous look. 
“All that genius and you don’t see how she looks at you?” Derek asked. 
“How she looks at me?” 
“She looks at you like you hung the stars, man.” 
Spencer scoffed, brushing off the comment. “No she doesn’t.” 
Derek started laughing again, “Yes she does! Oh my god, the genius can’t read basic body language?” 
“Even if, occasionally, her body language reflected an attraction to me, it was probably because she was thinking of someone she actually was attracted to.  Statistically, most women find me awkward and-”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, none of this negative self talk. You’re a catch!” 
Spencer just waved his hand at the comment, taking a long sip of his whiskey and coughing a bit as he swallowed. Derek eyed him curiously. 
“I’m telling you, you’re never gonna get anywhere if you never shoot your shot. The worst thing that could happen is she says no.” Derek advised. He shook his head and finished his drink . 
“The worst that could happen is she thinks I’m an absolute weirdo and never wants to talk to me again.” Spencer explained.
“That’s not going to happen.” Spencer rolled his eyes and shook his head. 
“I can’t risk losing her.” He insisted. Derek sighed and accepted that he was a lost cause, leaning back in his seat and changing the subject. 
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Spencer made his way back to the room a few hours later, saying a silent prayer to a God he didn’t believe in that she was already asleep. The light was off, so he clicked on the bathroom light so he could see but hopefully not wake her. 
“[Y/N]?” He called quietly into the dark. All he got in response was a small whimper. He thanked his lucky stars and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 
Once he was all cleaned up and in a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt, he made his way to climb into bed. Just as he swung the sheets off, he heard a low moan from the bed next to him. It stopped him in his tracks. He turned towards her bed, looking at her face for any signs of distress. Nightmares could be debilitating; he knew from experience. But her face was peaceful, beautifully restful. He stopped again for a different reason, taking in the way her face looked as she slept. 
Then it scrunched up as she let out another moan. His eyebrows furrowed, wanting to wake her in case she was having a bad dream, but not wanting to disturb her. He swallowed thickly. 
Another moan. This one was followed quickly by a quick, “Spencer!” He reeled, unsure where his name had come up. Was she dreaming about him? Was she having a nightmare about him? Or was she calling out for his help?
She let a long, drawn out, “Oh,” and rolled from her side onto her back. He took a step forward, planning to shake her awake from what was clearly a nightmare at this point. But suddenly, “Go on, lick me.” 
Spencer stopped with his hands out above her shoulders, inches from waking her. Lick me? He mouthed to himself. What could she possibly be dreaming about? 
“Fuck, Spencer, I’m gonna cum!” She exclaimed, rolling back on her side. And-oh my gosh. Spencer took three quick steps back, realizing far too late exactly what was happening. He was entirely unsure how to react. [Y/N]? Having a sex dream about him? It was unbelievable. On his third step back, he ran right into his bed, and lost his balance. 
He fell to the floor with a crash. 
Her eyes blinked open, and he didn’t have any time to get up or move at all, so her eyes met his immediately upon waking. “Spencer? What happened?” Her voice was tired from sleep.
Spencer blinked, and immediately panicked. He was never good at lying under pressure. “I-uh. You were having a, uhm, dream. And I thought, thought it was a nightmare so-” As he spoke, [Y/N]’s face got redder and redder, and she sat up in bed and placed her face in her hands. 
“Oh no, you didn’t hear anything, did you?” She asked cautiously, barely chancing a glance up at him. He swallowed tightly and nodded. “Fuck me!” She said, throwing her head back on the pillow. Her voice sent something through him, and all he wanted was to say Okay and kiss her. But Spencer knew one didn’t control their own subconscious. Just because she had a dream about him didn’t means she actually wanted it to happen. He scrambled to his feet and cleared his throat. 
Before he could say something, anything really, she was sitting up again with a groan, rubbing her hand over her face. “Well I guess now you know about my stupid crush.” 
“Your crush?” He asked. She looked at him incredulously. 
“You heard me moan your name in my sleep. Yes, obviously, my crush. On you.” She explained matter of factly. He stuttered, trying to allow his brain to process the amount of information he had just been given. It didn’t make sense to him. [Y/N] was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, not to mention one of the most confident. She carried herself with such authority he never thought she’d look twice in his direction. Clearly, she’d want some confident alpha male who could match her energy, not his insecure nervous self. But here she was, telling him point blank that she had a crush on him. 
He didn’t know what to do. While he was standing there, stuttering, trying to gather his thoughts, [Y/N] made her way out of her bed to stand in front of him. She was only wearing a tank top and a pair of small shorts, and he could barely keep himself from staring at her body. “I had no idea.” He finally settled on saying, and she let out a loud laugh. 
“Really? Profiler extraordinaire? No idea? Why do you think I cooked for you so many times?” She smiled at him while she said it, like she couldn’t quite believe he didn’t see it. 
“I thought you just wanted to be friends!” He exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. She seemed to deflate at this, her face falling and wringing her hands together. 
“I did! I do! But I was always open to...more. I just wanted to spend time with you.” She explained, sitting back on the edge of her bed and staring down at her hands. “But you clearly have no interest in that-” 
“No! No.” He corrected quickly, and then realized with a sudden clarity that since her confession he’d done nothing to imply he felt the same. She stared up at him at his exclamation, unsure what he meant. 
“No?” 
“No, you’re wrong, I do have interest in that. In more.” He explained, sitting next to her. He awkwardly reached for her hand, which she offered with a small smile. Lacing their fingers together, he looked her in the eye with purpose. “I also have a crush on you. I stayed out of the room tonight because I was trying to avoid, uhm. What happened to you. I thought that might happen to me.” 
She stared at their entwined hands, and then looked back at him. “Really?” 
“Yes, really.” He smiled at her, and her face brightened immediately. She turned completely towards him and pulled him in by the neck, pressing their foreheads together. Spencer let their noses rub together, both of them still beaming. 
“I’m going to kiss you now.” She whispered, her breath fanning over his lips as she said it. Before he could even nod, her lips pressed to his. It was magic. Her lips were soft and urgent, catching his bottom lip between them. Her hands pulled him closer to her by the neck, and he let his hands find her waist, urging her closer. She climbed into his lap with his guidance, and he let his tongue slip into her mouth as she did it. Her hands roamed into his hair, pushing it off his head and carding her fingers through it, causing him to moan. She giggled into his mouth. 
“You like having your hair played with, baby?” She asked, pulling away to watch his reaction as she tugged on his roots. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let his hands drop to her ass. He squeezed and pulled her down onto him, letting his lips find her neck. She let out a loud groan as he sucked a mark into her pulse point, but she pushed him away with both hands on his cheeks. 
“Not above the collar,” She reminded. He smirked at the idea of everyone on the team knowing what they were doing. At everyone on the team knowing that she wanted to do this with him. 
“But what if I want people to know you’re mine.” He asked, pressing a quick kiss to her lips as he said it. She smiled at him. 
“I think you’ve got this whole thing wrong then.” 
He furrowed his brow at her, unsure what he could have possibly misunderstood. 
“You, Dr. Reid, are mine.” She said, and then pushed him down onto the bed. He stared up at her perched on his lap, and let his hands roam her body. Now that he had free reign to touch, he never wanted to stop. She sighed and ran her hands down his chest, going to the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off of him. Her hands lit fires under his skin, as he gripped her by the hips and rolled his hardness into her. She chuckled at him. 
“Hard already, baby?” She teased. He moaned and threw his head back as she rotated her hips on him. “Use your words.” She ordered, gripping his face to make him look at her. 
“Yes, miss.” He answered on instinct. He immediately froze up, trying to take back the honorific when they had never discussed anything like that. It just slipped out, his little experience with being a submissive taking over because of [Y/N]’s naturally dominant role. But her eyes lit up, and she simply smirked at him. 
“Good boy.” She whispered, and pressed down hard with her hips. 
He came in his pants. 
With a loud groan and a thrust upward, he shot into his sweatpants. She chuckled as he shuddered through his orgasm, and leaned down to kiss him. As soon as he came down from the high, embarrassment overtook him. He had a chance with his dream girl, and he literally blew it not five minutes in. Because she called him a Good boy. He brought his hands up to cover his face, but she caught his wrists before he could reach. He closed his eyes and turned his face away, not ready for the ridicule that was sure to follow.
“Awh, did I make you cum?” She rolled her hips a few times, and he hissed at the oversensitivity.  “That’s so hot.” 
“W-What?” He asked, turning back towards her slowly. She was beaming at him. 
“You were so overwhelmed with me that you came so quick, what’s not hot about that?” She said, stroking his cheek. “The cutest boy, all worked up, just for me.” 
He blushed again, and swallowed as he smiled back at her. “But what about you?” 
“What about me?” She asked. His hands danced along her sides, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through her shirt. 
“Wanna make you feel good.” He said while she gasped. 
“What’s stopping you?” She asked with a smirk. He surged upwards and began kissing her again, only stopping to finally rip her shirt off of her and get his hands on her bare breasts. Her hands found his hair again and tugged on the strands, causing their mouths to break apart as he panted. 
“Wanna taste you.” He requested. She moaned and pulled him into another kiss, guiding his hands to touch her under her shorts. His fingers trailed through her wetness, and she moaned against his lips. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, while her eyes watched through hooded lids. He moaned around his fingers, the taste of her so intoxicating he wanted more of it.  
“You’re so fucking hot. Such a good, good boy.” She whispered, stroking his hair. Then she crawled off his lap and laid out on the bed next to him. He turned to watch her as she shimmied off her shorts. Her eyes fell to where he was still sucking on his fingers. She gestured him over to her, and he quickly crawled between her legs. She nodded towards him. “Go on then, taste me.” 
He dove in tongue first, with broad licks up and down her pussy. Her hands immediately laced through his hair, pulling him closer to her. His tongue traced from her hole to her clit. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her in, letting his lips latch onto her clit and sucking. Flicking the tip of it with his tongue, she moaned and threw her head back on the pillows. 
“Oh!” She cried, and it sounded just like when she was having the dream earlier. Spencer had a quick thought about making her dreams come true,  but brushed it to the side as idealized thinking. Then she lifted his head off of her and looked straight into his eyes. “Go on, lick me.” 
Whether she remembered her dream or not, she was clearly living out her fantasy. He lolled his tongue out of his mouth and leisurely licked over her pussy, his tongue flat and wide. She canted her hips up towards him, and he let his tongue form rapid circles around her clit. Her moans fueled his motions, and he moved one of his hands down to pressed two fingers into her. 
She whined as he entered her, and let out a quick “Spencer!” He curled his fingers while sucking on her clit again, and her thighs began to clench around his head. He found the right spot inside her by listening to her moans, and then focused all his attention there while flicking his tongue against her clit. 
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” She cried, tugging on his hair. He kept doing everything exactly the same, pushing her over the edge with a loud shout. He kept up his ministrations until she pushed him off from the oversensitivity. She let out a loud sigh as he pulled off, and her hands went up to clutch at her own hair for a change. Staring up at the ceiling, she let a grin cross her face as a few aftershocks rolled through her. He admired her as she came down from her high, and then moved to the bathroom to wash his hands and get a rag to clean her up. 
When he came back he went to wipe her down, but she took the rag from him. “Sit. I get to take care of you, now.” She wiped herself down and then kneeled in front of him. She pulled down his sweatpants, which stuck a little to his cock which was hard again. Smirking up at him, she began wiping him down while he hissed, the gentle touches not enough for him. Suddenly her hot mouth wrapped around his head, and he groaned out. She made quick work of him, throwing her all into the blowjob from the start, taking him as deep as possible over and over. His hands clenched in the sheets as he came for a second time, this time down her throat. 
She swallowed as he watched in awe, and then wiped down his softening cock and stood up. Silently, she made her way to the bathroom and got rid of the dirty towel. 
When she came back Spencer was still sitting on the edge of the bed. He smiled up at her and reached out a hand, which she took gladly letting him pull her in for a hug, with her standing between his knees. 
“I really like you, you know.” He said, his chin resting between her breasts as he stared up at her. 
“I know. I really like you too.” 
“Would you like to get dinner with me, when the case is over?” 
“As long as we can keep doing what we just did before then, absolutely.” She said with raised eyebrows. He let out a laugh which made her smile, and he pressed a kiss to her chest. 
“Of course.” 
“You can make my other dreams come true.” She smirked. 
“I’d love to.” 
~~~~
When they walked into the precinct the next morning, [Y/N] was wearing a scarf, despite the hot Texas heat. She hadn’t quite caught Spencer in time, and he had in fact left a mark. Of course the whole team noticed.
“Oi, Pretty Boy, was [Y/N] in your room last night?” Derek asked at the coffee station. Luckily Spencer was facing away from him, so Derek didn’t see how his immediate reaction was to blanche at the memories from the night before. He gathered himself quickly.
“Yes, of course, why?” He asked as he turned around, stirring his coffee. Derek’s attention was on [Y/N], who was talking to an officer on the other side of the precinct.
“That scarf is only there to hide something, I think our lovely lady might’ve got some last night.” Derek said with a smirk. “Don’t let it break your heart, you still have a chance!” He turned to Spencer and clapped him on the shoulder, who was blushing intensely at the tease. [Y/N] had, in fact, ‘got some’, and he was the some she got with. Derek noticed he was off. 
“C’mon, I’m just teasing. She probably didn’t get a chance to-” While he was talking, Spencer caught [Y/N]’s eye from across the room. She smirked at him and waved, and he smiled and waved back. Derek cut himself off when he saw Spencer’s wave, turning to see just as [Y/N]’s face turned back to the officer she was talking to. “Oh my god. You crazy man, you actually did it!” Derek exclaimed, shaking Spencer. 
Spencer spluttered, shaking his head. “N-No, it’s not like that, I-” 
“I don’t need all the details, I just need to know it happened. Because it did happen, didn’t it?” He asked, trying to look Spencer in the eye, but the latter was aggressively avoiding eye contact. Spencer pursed his lips to try and contain his smile as he nodded. “My man!” Derek exclaimed, pulling him into a hug. 
Spencer caught [Y/N]’s eye again over Derek’s shoulder, and the smile she gave him made him smile right back. 
They had dreams to realize tonight.
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bronwiebear-brad · 3 years
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Somebody to you - 1/3.
Warnings: this fictional story will include mature content, language, and themes including but not limited to violence and nsfw content. Storie line before covid. The male lead bears no likeness to the real Brad Simpson apart from PHYSICAL APPEARANCE. Please if you’re not confortable with this type of content, do NOT read. You were advised.
A/N: this is my first time writing stuff this big, sorry in advance if you find any mistake and thank you for supporting. Also this was supposed to leave early but tumblr wasn't posting, so sorry for that. Lots of love x.
Wet curls staining the pillow on your lap, as your fingers delicately undid the knots. The television was muted and the only audible sound in the appartment was the calm breaths that came out of his mouth, peacefully sleeping. The small cuts over his eyebrow and nose caught your attention as they started to turn purple. Your mind running along the possible scenarios you've heard from him about what really happened to leave him in this state all beaten up. They were playing over and over again, leaving you awake and wondering what you got yourself into.
The day you moved into your apartment you knew life would change for the best. Third year of college and you've managed to find a nice paid internship. Sure it wasn't the ultimate dream job but helped you paid your bills and live a pretty decent city life out of that crowded university dorm. You got your three girl friends helping you with the boxes the next days in exchange of paid dinner and wine and the night was spent with gossiping and laughing. Not until your friend Jo got glued to the front door of the apartment on her way to get the pizzas, peering through the monocle as she stood on her toes. The rest of the group, Steph and Lizzie, tryed to peek tru the same hole bumping on each other and arguing to be the first to watch the pretty heated make out session in the hallway. 
"Oh that must be my next door neighbour. Brad." You simple said walking back into the living room that was also the kitchen and your work space, since the house was not that big. The three girls following you intrigued and excited to know more about the misterious boy who was literally eating some girl face agaisnt his front door. 
"Just my next door neighbour?" Steph asked taking her previous spot at the couch. 
"He's ...exciting." Jo was the most interested about the boy asking you more details. The other girls gasp excited sitting on the floor ready to listen more about this guy.
"I know his name because the girls he brings home almost everynight shout pretty loud. Just in luck his bedroom is in the oposite wall of my bed." You explained rolling your eyes and the face of the three girls lit up, giggling and begging for more gossip. You’ve met him a few times when he held the front door only exchanging Good Mornins or Good Nights in that thick accent of his that you couldn’t figure out yet. Little they knew that later that night after everyone went home and you stood on the couch trying to get some work done on your computer and got disturbed by loud music and people talking that you got the courage to actually knock on his door. 
“Are you the stripper?”“ A blonde guy with short hair opened the door. He looked at you from head to toe leaving you unconfortable and frowned, a plastic cup on his hand. “Kinda basic if you ask me but you’re cute” He said to someone else inside the house and a few guys laughed. Your cheeks turned red and you tought about aborting the mission.
“I’m not a stripper.” You told him quietly and he laughed loud making you cringe. You weren’t sure anymore if this was a good idea but it was late now. “I’m searching for Brad, please.” 
“Go find him.” The boy rolled his eyes and disapeared out of your sight. He left the front door open and you took your chance to come in. The music got louder and you were pretty sure the neighbours would soon complain. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol made you crunch your nose and besides the people dancing, talking and playing poker by the dinner table, you notice a few smoking some weird stuff. That place look like a frat house and you really wanted to leave as soon as possible.
You noticed him when you got into the kitchen were he was preparing some drinks. His eyes never left his task. You took a change to have a propper look at him and see what the girls were so fuss about. His hair was nicely brushed back and he was wearing some black jeans and a clean white tshirt. His hands worked on the glasses making you notice his rings and how muscular he was. He wasnt that much fit but his body had a nice shape. His cheeks were rosy and the way he trapped his bottom lip between his teeth concentrated made you realise that he was pretty. He was actually very handsome.
 “Are you going to talk or what?” He sounded playfull and sarcastic. When you look at his face after jumping on your spot he was looking directly to you, smiling.
“Hm y-yeah. I-”. You tried to talk but got embarassed for being caught checking him out. Your cheeks started to blush and you hated yourself for that. You were suposed to act mad and cold to complain about the noise that was disturbing your work session.
“Nice pants.” He laughed pointing at your pijama pants. You blushed even more and condemned yourself for not exchanging clothes before leaving the house. When your eyes crossed again you were about to explode. His glance was so intense that he left you with a cold sensation on your belly. Also the wine you took previously was starting to leave your system and the courage too.  
“Thanks.” You displayed a small smile and he blinked at you.
“Anytime. Did you come for the party?” He asked before taking a shot. Your eyes followed his moves and how he placed the glass carefuly back on the table. “Here, have one shot.". He offered you a glass and you were ready to refuse.
“ No and no. I’m here because of the noise actually.”  You said bitting your cheek and expecting him to brust out. Instead he just smiled widely and took the shot he held in his hand.
“Of course." He said sarcastically after passing by you and leaving you alone in the kitchen. You stood there a few seconds in disbelief. Is this guy for real? You tought to yourself.
“What-what do you mean?” You followed him as he passed thru the people and handed them the shots.
“I mean of course you’re here for the noise.” He didn’t bother looking at you. 
“So you’re aware you’re bothering other people” You said frowning. This guy was an assole after all. Predictable. He stop walking and turned to you, smirking.
“Darling, don’t you like to listen good music?” He asked closer to you, due to music.The nickname caught you by surprise. 
“Yeah but-” You tried to explain but he interrupted.
“So you’re welcome” He laughed. His breatth tickling your ear. “Now, have a shot. Please, cortesy of the house.” He grabbed your hand and made you grab the last shot. His hand was still touching yours as you got lost in his boyish smile. Skin on fire and your heartbeat raced as you notice a good song playing in the background. 
“On three, let’s go.”  He started to count, a bottle of beer on his hand that he grabbed from the table while he made eye contact with you. You didn’t knew what got into you because when the count got to an end you took the shot. The green liquid burning your troat and making you frown and cough hard. “Easy, easy take a sip. It’ll ease the burn.” He offered his own beer, raising himself the bottle for you to drink while one hand caressed smothly your back. Your eyes lock on his and he smiled at your red cheeks. 
“Thank you.” You said bitting your lip. This was all so overwhelming and new that you got embarrassed. “I should get going.” You pointed to the door and got ready to leave. 
“I’m (y/n).” You shook his hand and for a minute you both stood in the middle of the living room in silence, skins touching. 
“Wait.” He prevented you from leaving. “I don’t think I know your name. I’m Brad.” He raised an eyebrow and offered his hand to shake. You look at his hand on the air and his face. Should you grab his hand again? You were still recovering from the interaction that happen seconds ago.
Oh fuck it.
It was hard to leave after that but it felt like you ran your way into your apartment. Locking the door behind you and leaning agaisnt it with a goofly smile recovering. 
“So, I’ll see you around, darling.” He said smiling and squeezing your hand slighly.
That nickname again...
The bloody and wounded lower lip, which had begun to swell, contrasted the shape of the curves of his smile. He should smile more. You tought getting a memory of him smiling directly at you in a previous occasion. The smell of soap from the clean clothes you gave him to change invaded your senses and made you  get out of the couch carefully not to wake him. The mess on the bathroom floor caught your attention and since sleep had long been interrupted you decided to clean it up.
As you rub the little drops of blood from the floor tiles you couldn't stop reliving the previous events. The more it went on inside your brain the intensity of the rubbing increased...
A big tud came from the front door. Someone knocking violently and desperately. Making your immediately wake up and get up from the bed.. 
“It's me, open up!". You heard your name being called behind the door. The familiar voice made you open the door in a glance. A tall boy with a mix blond-pink dyed hair and a pierced nose looked surprised that you really opened the door at such hours. It was a long time since the last time you saw him, he sure was diferent. Not leaving you time to ask what he was doing or what was happening he talked frenetic. "It's Brad. He's...". His expression changed intensively and that scared you, even more than before. "He just wants to see you. Keeps saying your name over and over. So I brought him here. I know he doesn't live here anymore but he insisted." He pointed to the stairs and you notice the shade of someone sitting on them. "I hope you don’t mind. I know what happened between you two but". You dind’t had time to process what was happening but he kept explaining. "He's pretty hammered. It's bad." Tris indicated as soon as you passed the front door and headed the familiar shape. Him following you closely.
This wasn't the first time you took care of drunken Brad. A few times during your somehow relation and after heated arguments when he showed up at your door begging and causing a scene. So this wasn't new. You tought to yourself getting angry.
Grunts of pain and curses could be heard in the hall and when you came across the scene your heart sank. There he was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall and clinging to the right side of his ribs. His white shirt stained with drops of blood that you didn’t know if it was his or from others. An almost empty bottle was placed on the floor beside him. He looked in bad shape. Dark spots under his eyes and bigger hair. Reminding you that uncountable times when you asked him to let his hair grow and he would just laughed it off saying he liked it short.
"Oh hey beautifull.." He called you as soon as he saw you. His voice was hoarse and shaky and with a hint of surprise that you were really there. Mixed feelings as he looked at your intire body. He still got an effect on you after 2 months.
"What happened Brad?." You asked cold, kneeling down next to his legs to watch the cuts carefully. Your hands were shaking with nervousness and fear but you tried to hide them in your pockets. Your eyes darting to his hands and seeing purple marks on the knots. Indicating what you fear the most, he was fighting again.
“I broke the asshole into fucking pieces!” He said proudly, his voice echoing in the hall. His breath smelled like alcohol and that made you put the pieces together. He was completely drunk to the point where he couldn't even keep his eyes open or walk properly. “The sucker thought he took me for granted.” He kept talking, his voice was angrier remembering the events. “Nobody fucks with Brad.” He grabbed the bottle and brought it to his mouth drinking what was left of it. When he took it out of his mouth he looked at you smirking. “But not you, angel.” The nickname made your stomach turn. “You can fuck me anytime." He started laughing but stopped right away when his ribs started to hurt.
"Alright let's get you inside." You said moving to help him out of the stairs and preventing the neighbors to call the police about the noise since it was 4 am. Tristan helped you by grabing his left arm while you stood on the right. Loud curses left Brad's mouth as he was obligated to move and somehow walk a few meters until your apartment and into the bathroom.
You turned to Tristan who had a serious expression on his face asking what had happened. He seemed quiet and you assumed he was probably drunk too but at least he was controlling it.
“He fucked up”. Tristan gesture you. “We where at Urban’s pub downtown when Marcus came in with his shitty gang. We had a few bottles already and-” He was interrupted by a loud grount from Brad.
“Tris, shut up” Brad warned his friend with a deadly glare.
“Keep going, Tristan.". You demand to the blonde boy and ignoring the brunette. At this point you just wanted to know how he got into this mess. You took a quick glance to the drunken boy who settled himself on the bathroom floor, back into the tub tiles. A thin line of blood coming out of his nose.
“They came out hard, unnoticed, starting to-” Tristan got interrupted again. This time aggressively.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole!” Brad shout from the floor and his angry voice made you jump. How can someone change so fast from giggly drunk to angry in matter of seconds.
“Mate, she needs to know!” Tristan protested. “Look at your fucking state, you probably need to get to the hospital".
“And you need to get the fuck out!” He pointed to the door. "Leave Tris, I don't need you anymore". He demanded and the blonde looked at you searching for an answer. You stood quiet looking at the interaction not knowing what to say. "Just fucking leave already."
“I..I will get first aid it’s... uh it’s in my kitchen.” You weren't ready to be left alone with him. It all becoming to real and scary. Tristan followed you outside and gave you a apologetic smile before heading out. Telling you to call him if you needed anything and apologizing his friend stubborn ass.
Back into the bathroom you knelled down closer to the boy and opened the aid. Nether of you exchanging words as you took out a few dressings and bandages. Him watching you closely as put some scar cleaning into one of the dressings and handed it to him. His fingers brushed yours slightly making you nervous.
"You might need to get to the hospital." You simple said looking at his face.
“No. I don’t.” He grunted as his hand move to his face to clean himself. The strong pain on his side stopped him and made him cry in pain.
 "Here." You offered your help as you took the dressing out of his hand and carefully applyied it on his eyebrow. Your face coming closer to his. He was looking at you and licked his lips You could feel his hot breath on your face, intoxicating you and making you more and more nervous.
"Don’t be nervous”. It was surprising that he still managed to know you so damn well. He grabbed your hands and that action made you soften a lil. His eyes were less darker than before.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" You asked.
"No." His answer made your roll your eyes. Unbelievable this guy was the same after all. “Your hair looks diferent.” He changed the subject but you ignored. 
"I’m going to take your shirt off I want to see your ribs. It might be broken." You demand getting far from him. You were starting to get annoyed by the fact he wasn’t helping you to help him.
"How do you know all of this?" He asked curious while you grabbed the end of the tshirt and lifted it slowly. His necklace falling into his tanned chest and your heart softed seing the silver object still on him.
"My cousin made the whole family took a first-aid course when she was pregnant." You explained analizing his right side. “Doesn’t look broken but i’m going to bind it with plasters to relieve your pain and for you to move better.”.
“Thank you, (y/n).” He tried to grab your hand but you were fast enought to move. “Ouch.” He played offended by your reaction.
“I don’t think you’re in the position of acting offended here.” You weren’t making eye contact with him and that pissed him.
“Look I know I fucked up. I fucked up good. I really did. But here you are helping me. That’s got to mean something.” He said an hint of hope in his voice making you stop what you were doing and look at him frowning. 
“You came into my work and beat my colleague just because he was texting me.” 
“I didn’t beat him.” 
“You’ve threaten him. Agressively.” 
“That’s not beating.” 
“That’s violence.” He stood silent. You knew you had win this one so you continued. “You knew how I felt about you being like that and you ignore it. You didn’t trust me after I told you I didn’t cared. I cared only about you. You were everything.
You could tell he was sobering up slowly. His face changed to regret and hurt. You know that inside his head he was blaming himself.
“Damn it Brad, you show up at my door at 3am all beaten up and looking like a absolute mess. And you still want me to believe that you’ve changed? That this mean something?”.You raised your voice. 
He was starting to get angry at himself knowing that every word you were saying were true. So he decided it was better to leave, coming here was wrong. He tried to get up to leave between grunts. 
“You’re not going anywhere. I’m not finshed.” He stopped and looked at you as you sat carefully on his legs to prevent him from moving.
“What are y-” 
“Shut up Brad, I’m trying to fix you.” You cut his words since the patience was coming to an end and quickly applyed the plasters. Earning a few curses on the way. “Now you’re done. I’m going to make us tea. Meanwhile you should take a shower to sobber up. I’l be waiting for you if you really want to talk.” You were surprise by your audacity to control the situation. Getting up off the floor right after and leaving the bathroom.
He stood there disbelief, enjoying and surprised by this new you.
The one he didn’t knew.
Yet.
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hear me out: drive-in movie theater date with shy soft boys shinsou and tamaki ♥️
A/N: AaaaaAAAaaaAHhhHHH THIS IS THE WAY TO MY HEART!!!! THIS IS IT!!! this is too long i’m fully not sorry this is just too good and i also didn't proof read cause i got too excited
drive-in movie date: hitoshi shinso and tamaki amajiki
hitoshi shinso
It’s a chillier autumn night when you get a text from Shinso, an indicator that he’s waiting for you outside. The two of you are best friends but recently there'd been a noticeable shift in both of your feelings. So, wanting to see where his chance would take him - he decided to ask you out on your first "official" date.
Picking up whatever you wanted to bring with you on the short trip, you head downstairs and outside to his car. He’s leaning against it once you get there, already opening the door for you. "Hey" he greets smoothly, a blush forming on your face as you carefully climb into the passenger seat.
Watching him as he walks around to his side, you take note of how attractive he looks. He's dressed casually as he always is, but something about him this particular time just looks so - warm, inviting almost. His usual lopsided grin plastered onto his face, he starts the car up and begins driving.
"So, where are you whisking me off to tonight?" you ask playfully, letting yourself get comfortable in the seat as you usually do. A small chuckle leaves him, reaching up to tap his nose with his index finger as if to hint he won't reveal anything.
"You'll find out soon" is all he tells you, a hand reaching over to pat your head when he notices your pouting. The drive is comfortable, small talk being made here and there like it always has between you two. It doesn't take long to reach where he had planned however, a ticket kiosk being the first thing in sight.
Rolling down the window to lean out of it slightly, you squint as you try to see what's in the distance. "What is this place?" the question is mostly to yourself, but the small tug on your sleeve brings you back into his car and his presence. "Just can't keep anything from you can I?” he retorts, driving up and parking in front of what you make out as - a giant screen?
“I’ll be back in a sec” he suddenly announces, turning off the engine but keeping the heat on for you as he gets out. “Okay, but if I die here it’s on your head”. You hear him laugh again and you smile to yourself, idly going onto your phone as he messes around in his trunk and heads off back to the kiosk momentarily.
Once he comes back you start to catch on, the popcorn in his hands and blanket hooked around the crook of his elbow a pretty good indicator. “Is this a drive-in movie?” you ask, a small gasp of excitement leaving you when he nods. Watching him now setting up the backseats so that they’re laid down, he puts in work to create a comfy space for you both to lie.
After you finish letting him set up, you find yourself sitting beside him, his arm around your shoulder as you feed him popcorn every so often, eyes never leaving the screen in front of you. However his eyes are more on you than anything, having taken the hoodie he was wearing not long ago for yourself making you look so small and adorable to him.
He would never admit it, but he’d been wanting to ask you out for as long as he could remember. But there was too much at risk if you rejected him, the friendship you both had meaning too much to him. Upon confessing though, he realised how oblivious he had been to your own pining and felt it best to make up for lost time. 
Unknowing of how much time has even passed at this point of him just staring at you, he can’t help himself when his hand reaches out to your cheek and turns you to face him. “’Toshi, the movie isn-” without second thought, he asks what he’s probably wanted to do for months now. “Hey.. can I kiss you?”
Your cheeks are bright red by this point and you can’t stop yourself from nodding, your hand moving to grip the bottom of his tshirt as you both lean in. As his lips meet yours, you practically melt into him. He's so gentle and soft that it almost kills you.
Pulling away, neither of you can wipe the bright smiles off of your faces. Nor can you stop yourself from giggling when he starts leaving kisses all over your face anywhere he can reach.
The two of you spend the rest of the movie like this, from keeping your eye on the screen to exchange looks and kisses every so often.
On the drive home, the music he plays almost sends you to sleep. Cuddled up in his hoodie and leaving into the seat as if towards him, it almost pains him to remove his hand from yours whenever he has to change gears in his car.
Being the respectful boy he is, he drops you back at your place not too late. But not without leaving your lips with enough to remember him by and a promise that you'll be doing this again.
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tamaki amajiki
Fiddling with his fingers as his hands are placed in this lap, Tamaki sits nervously after letting you know he's waiting outside for you. This isn't your first official date by any means, but it's the first one he's actively wanted to plan. To him, it seemed like the perfect enviroment to be able to work on his confidence around you.
A drive-in movie was his plan for tonight, accompanied by dinner in a variety of bento boxes that he made himself. It was a good start for him in being comfortable with you; neither of you have to leave the comfort of his car, a movie means he doesn't have to worry about silences or filling them with conversation, he can even try his hand at being more affectionate if the matter arises.
However, that doesn't mean his heart doesn't practically leap out of his chest when he sees you. To him, you're always beautiful. But there's just something about you in your oversized, comfy clothes that he knows you prepared beforehand that sends him reeling. He doesn't know how you ever gave him a chance, but he isn't about to question it now.
You make your way into his car and sit happily in the passenger seat, talking with him about your day as he begins to drive. The presence you give him soothes his nerves, but the smile you show brings them all back up again almost in an instant.
The drive is fairly quiet, since you know he likes to be able to concentrate. Once arriving at the park where the movie screen is set up, you help bring pillows and a blanket into the front two seats as you get comfortable in each of them.
"I-I..." he starts, his face going bright red as he presents you with your bentos. "I made these i-in case you get hungry, I hope it's what you like.." he knows it is, but his mind would never convince him of it.
Opening the box to reveal your favourite foods inside, you can't help but smile widely at him. "Tama.. this is so great! Thank you" you tell him sincerely, leaning over to give his cheek a quick peck. He lets out a small hum at the sudden affection, but as usual did nothing to move away from you.
The movie begins not long after, him suddenly becoming aware of the distance between the two of you. As much as he needed to keep his cool, he hated that he felt he couldn't reach out to you. He wanted to hold you close, but it was just hard to find the right words.
When he seen you shiver only the smallest amount, he knew this was his time to prove himself to you. "Baby?" he all but whispers over to you, his fists slightly clenching as he tries to be as confident as he can. You turn to him, noticing the strain on his face and nodding to both keep him calm and let him elaborate.
With his blush now reaching to his ears, he opens his arms to welcome you into them. "Come and.." waving his hands slightly, he then brings one to move the blanket from his lap. "Come and sit with me, I don't want you to be cold".
If at all possible, your smile widens. Carefully making your way over to him, you sit comfortably in his knee while your back is against his chest. Slowly, you feel his arms wrap around your waist, whisper reassuringly to him when you notice his hesitance.
"You're doing great Tamaki, thank you for taking care of me..". After a few minutes, you feel him nuzzle into your neck. Not only that, but he places a few stray kisses over your covered shoulder.
"Thank you for tonight" is all he whispers back, but you can tell through his lack of stuttering that he's content. Staying like that until well after the movie finishes, you enjoy the quiet moments you get to have with him.
Once everything is packed up and he's driving once again, he makes a noticeable effort to look up at your face more. It makes you blush near enough every time, but watching the smile come over his features is more than worth it.
He decides to take you to his apartment that night, you being there frequently enough to have all your essentials there already. Something in him just couldn't bring himself to be apart from you tonight, so you assume the same position on the couch as you had in the car - eventually falling asleep in each others arms.
But not before his confidence allows him to kiss you sweetly, as well as hearing the faintest "I love you" slip from his mouth as it has done many nights before when you stay with him.
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karmasuna · 4 years
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Headcanons for Bakugou, Deku and Shinsou where they get hit with a quirk that lets them see a moment in the future and they see their crush looking probably the best they ever looked and is in their arms when they see their crush again back in present time they're all flustered or maybe they start pursuing them. Maybe something about the colour they wore in the future glimspe gets brought up in conversation?
sure sure! 
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Bakugo Katsuki
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○ when he gets hit with the quirk what he sees definitely surprises him 
○ he sees you next to him, all bundled up adorably in a peach colored knitted scarf and winter coat, walking away from the school together
○ but he doesn’t think much about it until one day his mom comes home with a bag full of yarn while he’s staying home on break and says she’s working on a new project for her job when that same peach color catches his eye in the bag 
○ and it gets him thinking, like this has to be more than just a coincidence right?
○ so when he overhears you talking to Tsuyu about how you wanted a new scarf for winter he instantly grabs the chance and asks (more like demands) for the yarn from his mom 
○ Bakugo makes the scarf. his mom is very surprised at her son’s uncharacteristic hobby that has suddenly manifested but he refuses to answer any of her questions
○ and when he’s finished he just corners you after school and gives you the scarf, and confessing his feelings for you 
○ he’s much more nervous that he thought he would be, since he was pretty sure you would accept his feeling based on his vision of the future, but he still can’t calm the butterflies in his stomach as you look at him with your captivating eyes
○ “That’s so sweet, Bakugo, thank you. I’ve liked you for a long time too. “
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 Midoriya Izuku
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○ in his flash of the future Midoriya sees you in a limited edition All Might tshirt in his bedroom
○ not his dorm room, but like his house bed room
○ which is extremely surprising considering there were less than 100 of those shirts ever produced and he was pretty sure you weren’t such a diehard fan of All Might or he would have noticed way earlier
○ then it finally clicks for him that oh it’s his limited All Might shirt you were wearing
○ and if that wasn’t enough motivation for him to man up and ask you out nothing would be
○ that night as he mentally prepares himself to ask you out tomorrow he can’t stop thinking about how good you looked in his clothes in the scene he saw from the quirk
○ and baby boy can’t wait to make you his so that he could see the sight in real life as soon as possible
○ so he asks you to meet with him after school, and he timidly tells you how he feels about you, asking if you could give him a chance to be with you
○ of course you agree, since you had had a crush on him for a while too 
○ “Izuku? Are you alright?” you ask as you step out of his bathroom after taking a shower, snapping him out of his thoughts
○ and as he turns to look at you he breath is taken away by what you’re wearing
○ you’re wearing the tshirt, just like how he had saw in the vision the quirk had given him so long ago, and he turns into one bright tomato as he stares at you slack jawed
○ “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, Y/N. God, you look so pretty right now.”
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 Shinso Hitoshi
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○ when he gets hit by the quirk and sees you sitting across him all dolled up, he’s most definitely convinced that he’s just having a fever dream
○ after all, why would you ever like someone as bland and uninteresting as him, especially when you were in the hero course and he was just some nobody from the general course?
○ but even if he thought it would never happen in real life that image of you looking so pretty was something he would never forget
○ and just doesn’t really think too much of it (not that he doesn’t think about it, of course, just doesn’t take it seriously)
○ so even as he joins the hero class and becomes friends with you, his longtime crush, he doesn’t really try and make any moves on you, not wanting to ruin your friendship
○ at this point you’re already in your third year, and Shinso’s pretty much forgotten about the whole future thing
○ that is, until one day he’s shopping for your birthday present at the mall and a familiar-looking necklace catches his eye
 ○ he’s not sure where he’s seen it but he thinks it would look nice on you so he gets it anyways
○ that night when he’s looking at the necklace it hits him- it’s the exact same one from that “scene from the future” or something 
○ he kind of freaks out a little because that was not something he was expecting 
○ but it really does make him reconsider how that little vision of his just might be real
○ that there’s a small possibility that you just might reciprocate his feelings 
○ when he gifts you the necklace the next day and sees the light blush dusting your cheeks it gives him a surge of confidence
○ and he’s just like fuck it it’s now or never i have to at least try so he just blurts it out
○ “i’ve liked you ever since first year Y/N.”
○ he’s not expecting you to throw your arms around him and kiss him 
○ he’s so relieved when you tell him that you felt the same way, but he also can’t really wrap his head around the fact that someone as amazing as you would like someone like him
○ so now you’ve got to make up for lost time you spent pining for each other and show him just how much he deserved to be loved
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puckyess · 4 years
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Love Her Like I Didn’t | Owen Lindmark
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See if you can pick out which paragraph @penaltbox wrote! & In case y’all didn’t know, I hate angst.
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Owen leaned against his headboard with his head tilted up, staring at the ceiling. He wondered how he had gotten to this point and whether or not it was the right move to do what he was about to do. He switched apps to look at the photo once more, sucking in a breath just like he had the first time he’d seen the picture of you with your bright smile and his arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind. Sure, he’d assumed you’d move on from him eventually, to some douchebag guy who he could hate, but he’d never expected it to be with his teammate. He closed his eyes and tried to level his breathing out, feeling like he’d been sucker punched. It was a Friday night, they had a bye week, he should be out with the boys and not wallowing. And yet here he was, feeling like he had the first day of the breakup, if he could even call it that. Technically you two had never officially been together.
Shay was a good teammate and all, but Owen wasn’t sold on you not being with himself. Shay didn’t know you like he did. He’d buy you food and expect you to eat it, not knowing that you were picky as hell, but you also wouldn’t want to make him feel bad so you’d force yourself to eat it anyway. He wouldn’t appreciate the way you mumble, he’d just tell you to speak up instead. He wouldn’t think the baseline between your neck and face is beautiful the way Owen always did. Shay sees the many knots in your hair and thinks ‘my god she’s a mess’ whereas O would say ‘my god she’s perfect’. He’ll notice that you wear the same 5 tshirts and sweats and chirp you for it but Owen always loved it, especially when they were his. He should have told you it more often, too. Owen hates the thought of Shay getting to put his lips where O first let his own drift and explore across your soft skin. He doesn’t like that he won’t get to hear you singing all around the apartment anymore or in the car, which he adored even when it was off key. He’ll miss the playlists you always made and hearing you rap all the songs from middle school. He won’t hear Morgan Wallen the same again after all those times you belted the lyrics every chance you could. He won’t get to see you at 8am all grumpy over being up that early or grinning over a stack of pancakes at brunch. Shay won’t know where your scars came from or why it is that you flinch when he’ll spread his hand out on your stomach. How long will it take him to notice that you smile even when you need to break down because you’re always so strong for everyone? Owen can tell with one glance these days. Is he going to wipe the corner of your mouth or your shirt every time you two go out to eat? You’re clumsy, that was no secret, but Owen always just helped with a soft, ‘it’s okay, baby; it happens’. Owen hates the thought that one day Shay could know you that well, or worse, better than he does. You were his girl, his person. He could go on and on about things he doesn’t want Shay to know, ways he doesn’t want Shay understanding the real you. Every thought that rolls through his mind is like a knife twisting in his heart.
He’d done this to himself though. He told you from the beginning that he hadn’t wanted anything serious & you were fine with that, never really expecting to tie down a college hockey player turned future NHL’er anyway. He’d repeated the phrase every time he felt himself getting butterflies. The first time was when he was having a conversation with the boys in the middle of the bar and he’d known you’d just arrived because he instantly felt warm. Turning around, his intuition would be right. He was drawn to you and your presence. He’d say it when he was around the boys playing video games and you’d be in between his legs and he’d lose track of the game, watching you. He’d repeat it when his eyes searched for you in the hall after every home game and when he made it a point to call or FaceTime you on the way home from every roadie, even the bad ones. No, especially on the bad ones. And he’d really repeat it when he couldn’t sleep because you weren’t there curled up next to him. He’d repeat it to his mom and brothers and cousins and anyone who would listen because if he said it enough times, then maybe he would believe it.
You could tell things were getting to be different, a little more than just friends. The looks he’d give you, the nights you’d spend in each other’s arms just talking, and the amount of time you would spend together. But you didn’t push for more and he was appreciative of that.
The final straw had been when he’d drunkenly almost told you he loved you after you forced him to go out with his team. A decision they had regretted when they spent their night consoling him for you not being there, only made better by FaceTiming you. They delivered him back to you in one very drunken piece and he’d almost let it slip past his lips after you had washed his face, claiming he’d thank you for it in the morning, and tucked him into bed. He got as far as “I lo-“ and even in his drunken state, he could see what it did to you. How hopeful you’d looked. He’d gotten too comfortable and leading you on wasn’t fair. He was leaving soon and you were going to go back to your life, to achieve all of your goals and forget about him. He was doing this for you, or at least that’s what he kept telling himself. Never mind the fact that he’d let himself for a split second think about what he was feeling and how real and terrifying it was. He couldn’t give you what you deserved and he knew that. So he closed out of the picture and reopened his notes app, hoping that he could give some words of advice to his teammate so that he could. He didn’t even know where to begin; you deserved the world and then some.
Shay, I’m writing this because I need you to give Y/N the very best and if you can benefit from my fuck up then so be it. She doesn’t deserve to be broken again and though I know she’s strong enough to pick herself back up, she shouldn’t have to. Please love her the way I never showed her.
Don’t make her pick the restaurant, it stresses her out because she doesn’t want to choose something that you won’t be happy with.
She’s not herself when she’s hangry. She doesn’t know what she wants to eat and she doesn’t mean whatever insult she throws your way. Just make a list of her favorite foods and offer them to her, even if it’s all the way across town. You’ll thank me later. 
Let her control the music. The songs she picks will often be a sign of what she’s feeling. If you’re lucky, you’ll see a whole new side of her.
Don’t make fun of her singing, she’ll never sing for you again
Family is important to her, make sure you earn her mother’s respect 
Don’t let her go to bed without washing her face, no matter how many times she tells you she’s tired or it’s fine. It’s not fine, she’ll thank you the next day. 
Compliment her all the time, even when she doesn’t accept them. She really needs to get better at that
Take her out of her comfort zone every once in a while. She loves to try new things but rarely does so on her own 
She loves to have her hair played with, especially when she’s stressed or can’t fall asleep
Don’t make her feel second to hockey. Ever. 
Don’t make the age gap a big deal, because it’s not. 
Defend her especially when she’s not around. Don’t you dare let anyone speak bad on her name. She doesn’t deserve that. 
Talk hockey with her, she loves that but doesn’t want to bother you with that in case you’re tired of it 
Don’t entertain any of the girls that slide in your DMs. Don’t even like the picture. You can let her know or even show her your DMs but don’t rub it in her face either. 
Trust her. There will be other guys that try to steal her. She’s a catch, but you can’t let that get to your head. She’s loyal to a fault. 
She’s going to doubt herself, that’s just how it is. You just have to do everything in your power to let her know you only want her. 
Really let her get to know you. All your hockey stories, why you got into hockey, what that guy on the ice was saying. Not the bullshit “it started at a really young age “stuff either. She won’t judge you. Open up to her.
Chirp her. She can handle it. 
Treat her right, I mean it. Don’t fuck this up. She’s the best thing that will ever happen to you. I mean that. 
Tell her you love her. Say it 100 times over and say it with purpose. Tell her the second that you realize you love her. Don’t make her wait for it like I did. Don’t make her ever question whether or not you love her like I did. Don’t be too proud to say it because she deserves to hear it and I was stupid enough to think it didn’t mean anything, that it wasn’t a big deal and I lost her. Maybe this should be #1 but I didn’t want you to fucking forget it.
Finishing his list, he took another deep, steadying breath & lightly chuckled to himself. This was it. He was really giving his teammate advice on how to keep his girl. He cursed himself. This wasn’t about him and you weren’t his girl anymore. You deserved more and if this is what his part was now, then to hell with his own happiness.
His thumb hit send as he shared the list with Shay. He threw his phone across the room, his hands running through his hair and pulling in frustration, a pained groan falling from his lips. Minutes later his phone was playing Whiskey Glasses, your ringtone and your picture flashing across his screen. He hadn’t heard from you since your ”breakup”, much to his disappointment. He flew across the room to retrieve the phone and immediately picked up.
“Hello?” He answered breathless, craving the sound of your voice.
“What the hell, Owen?! You can’t just...what am I supposed to…” your voice was raw and you were at a loss for words besides the burning question in your mind. Even though you were terrified of the answer, you forced the question past your lips.
“Did you— Do you mean it?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line and your breath hitched in your throat.
“Ohmygod”, he said in realization. Putting you on speaker he opened his notes app and looked at who he’d shared the list with.
Shared with one person: “Y/N”.
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ashyblondwaves · 3 years
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First of all please write that enemies with benefits thing that “stupid fucking bitch” and “red bastard” shit killed me. Like little vignettes of them hurling insults while they try not to break their kiss AND while they’re trying to get naked as fast as possible?? Immaculate.
Second of all do you think they wear some kinky ass outfits in the bedroom sometimes? Like full leather and whip type shit? I could see dom Wanda whipping Vision. Or Vision dressing as a professor by putting on a blazer and glasses? Whooo boy.
Can Vision take a whole one of Wanda’s titties in his mouth at a time? Does he try his best to do it with each of her ass cheeks?
Does Wanda like getting her hair pulled? Does Vision put on his human disguise so Wanda can pull his hair?
Which one likes calling/being called a dirty slut more?
Have they ever fucked in public in an alley or something after a battle bc adrenaline?
Vision in leather chaps?? Thoughts?? A cowboy hat would also be acceptable?
What are Wanda and Vision’s craziest fantasies individually? Have they had some of the best sex of their lives because they tried something new?
Are Wanda and Vision the hottest parents on the PTA?? Are they each oblivious to how hot they themselves are but stare daggers when the hoes are staring at their spouse who is objectively hot AF??
Fun possible angst trope/ idea/hc?
Fun fluff idea/hc?
New and fun smut idea/hc??
Any no powers AU ideas?
In what scenario(s) could you imagine either Wanda or Vision being super overprotective of their partner/family?
Do you have any hc’s for either of them coming home from a mission and the other one breaks down because they thought they might never see them again?
Are they as obsessed with each other as everyone thinks? Are they touching at all times? Do they know?
Do they have any matching outfits? My headcanon is that the whole family wears matching sweats or tshirts or something every year for a picture. And when Wanda is pregnant with the boys or with Flo, her shirt/ sweatshirt says big bird and everybody else’s is a different Sesame Street character.
Also when Wanda was pregnant with the twins she had some sort of one fish two fish red fish blue fish or some other kind of twin themed outfit on. Vision repped Dr. Suess in some other way.
Does Wanda jump Vision whenever she gets the chance? Like is he washing dishes she sneaks up behind him and whisper some nasty shit to let him know it’s on? Does Vision do this to Wanda?
Have the team ever been looking for Wanda and Vision just to find them curled up in the blankies with everything covered but still naked and Vision is just snoozing on a titty?
Would Wanda ever get her nipples pierced? I’m projecting lol this is a goal of mine to get them pierced soon.
Would Vision get his human nipples pierced? Would he stan Wanda getting hers?
Where is the weirdest place they’ve found hickies on their bodies?
What is the weirdest place the team has seen hickies on their bodies?
Has anybody ever seen bruises on Wanda’s wrists or neck from Vision’s big ass hands and asked if she was ok and she’s like oh yeah they’re not those kind of bruises so she blushes and leaves?
Has Wanda accidentally read someone else’s mind while she and Vision were fucking because she lost control of her powers? Was it some weird shit?
Have a fun night!!
Second of all do you think they wear some kinky ass outfits in the bedroom sometimes? Like full leather and whip type shit? I could see dom Wanda whipping Vision. Or Vision dressing as a professor by putting on a blazer and glasses? Whooo boy. You just put your finger on the pulse of one of my kinks. The professor kink. Professor Vision. YES PLEASE.
Can Vision take a whole one of Wanda’s titties in his mouth at a time? Does he try his best to do it with each of her ass cheeks? That’d have to be one awfully big mouth to do that, so probably not!
Does Wanda like getting her hair pulled? Does Vision put on his human disguise so Wanda can pull his hair? Yes and YES. Sometimes Wanda just needs a handful of that blond hair while he’s going down on her or really getting in there with some good ol’ missionary.
Which one likes calling/being called a dirty slut more? I’m not sure either one do but I had to choose, probably Vision.
Have they ever fucked in public in an alley or something after a battle bc adrenaline? Kissed? Absolutely. Groped? You bet! Full on fucked? Not yet but probably one day at the rate they’re going.
Vision in leather chaps?? Thoughts?? A cowboy hat would also be acceptable? Let’s go with assless chaps, no hat and maybe a lasso?
What are Wanda and Vision’s craziest fantasies individually? Have they had some of the best sex of their lives because they tried something new? Vision wants to be tied up and edged while Wanda recently discovered she wants people to almost catch them. She’s always trying to get Vision to do something where people might see or catch wind of things. After years of being secretive, she’s done with that.
Are Wanda and Vision the hottest parents on the PTA?? Are they each oblivious to how hot they themselves are but stare daggers when the hoes are staring at their spouse who is objectively hot AF?? Absolutely yes! They both hot and they’re Avengers. Can’t really get much hotter than that. The commoners want in on that Avengers swag, but it’s not gonna happen.
Fun possible angst trope/ idea/hc? There was a scare during the twins’ pregnancy. Wanda went an entire day without feeling either of them move and spent that time thinking the absolute worst. Then she had some spicy food and it woke those boys up.
Fun fluff idea/hc? Vision doesn’t understand football. I mean, he understands the rules and the strategy and can appreciate that but he just doesn’t get the point of throwing a ball around. He does it though for the boys sake and they love him for it.
New and fun smut idea/hc?? Now that I brought up Wanda wanting to do it and almost get caught I have this idea that they rent a hotel with a big window. Think of the window in IW and they just fuck against this window for anyone walking by to see if they look up at the right time.
Any no powers AU ideas? Besides The Playlist? Nothing at the moment but that can change with the tiniest of pushes LOL.
In what scenario(s) could you imagine either Wanda or Vision being super overprotective of their partner/family? It’s all about those big bad guys they fight. They want to protect the boys from that world at first, until the boys show their powers and they realize there’s no shielding them from it. As it was said in WV, they were born for it.
Do you have any hc’s for either of them coming home from a mission and the other one breaks down because they thought they might never see them again? This happens a lot. Almost every time one of them goes on a solo/mission without the other. Anxiety and bad thoughts take over, even for Vision and his logical self. So the minute either of them walk in the door, they’re right there to greet them in relief and tears and unrealistic promises to always come home to the other (cause who can promise that for real? :’()
Are they as obsessed with each other as everyone thinks? Are they touching at all times? Do they know? I mean it sure as hell seems like it. Something that I headcanon is that Hex Vision is the real Vision in the sense that, this is who Wanda knows. She created him, afterall. That side of him we see in Westview is still him, just that side Wanda gets and he may have kept hidden from others. But that’s just my headcanon.
Do they have any matching outfits? My headcanon is that the whole family wears matching sweats or tshirts or something every year for a picture. And when Wanda is pregnant with the boys or with Flo, her shirt/ sweatshirt says big bird and everybody else’s is a different Sesame Street character. That’s so cute! They definitely coordinate outfits for pictures and maybe all wear cheesy things for holidays (Vision’s idea, let’s be real) like matching pajamas.
Also when Wanda was pregnant with the twins she had some sort of one fish two fish red fish blue fish or some other kind of twin themed outfit on. Vision repped Dr. Suess in some other way. Thing 1 and Thing 2, yo! Not that the boys are “things” but you know. To stay with the twin thing.
Does Wanda jump Vision whenever she gets the chance? Like is he washing dishes she sneaks up behind him and whisper some nasty shit to let him know it’s on? Does Vision do this to Wanda? Wanda is ready whenever Vision does anything domestic. Washing dishes is a big one for her. Those sleeves are rolled up, he’s looking fine as hell and Wanda definitely takes advantage. Vision returns the favor too, usually during more quiet moments where he can tell her how beautiful she is but then get really dirty about it.
Have the team ever been looking for Wanda and Vision just to find them curled up in the blankies with everything covered but still naked and Vision is just snoozing on a titty? Snoozing on a titty lmao. That’s great. I bet the team has totally found them in weird states of undress before. That’s just the risk you take when two Avengers get together.
Would Wanda ever get her nipples pierced? I’m projecting lol this is a goal of mine to get them pierced soon. I could see this. Maybe in the AoU days or something, just a spontaneous decision to do something a little wild. Good luck on your piercings. Sending you good vibes to heal perfectly.
Would Vision get his human nipples pierced? Would he stan Wanda getting hers? I don’t see Vision being a nip piercing kind of dude but he would absolutely support Wanda if she decided to do it.
Where is the weirdest place they’ve found hickies on their bodies? Wanda has found them all over. Weirdest place, right under her armpit.
What is the weirdest place the team has seen hickies on their bodies? Nat saw some mark on Wanda’s inner thigh that she knew were hickies or bite marks. Wanda said they were bruises from training but then eventually spilled the beans.
Has anybody ever seen bruises on Wanda’s wrists or neck from Vision’s big ass hands and asked if she was ok and she’s like oh yeah they’re not those kind of bruises so she blushes and leaves? Nah. Vision is typically gentle with Wanda with his hands, knowing how easily she would probably bruise if he used more strength. He wouldn’t leave her to walk around with actual bruises on her wrists or anything. Maybe on her ass from holding her while she rides him, but that’s about it.
Has Wanda accidentally read someone else’s mind while she and Vision were fucking because she lost control of her powers? Was it some weird shit? Not yet but it could always happen ;)
Have a fun night!! You too! Thanks for stopping by with fun questions for me!
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wrathandgreed · 3 years
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I can’t get my drawings to go how I want, so I figure I’ll *write* out my MCTober stuff, with the help of piccrew :) And as I’m behind, I’ll start at Day 1 anyway. I haven’t written in forever (and I’ve never written for the brothers), and I don’t know how to format stuff on Tumblr Mobile. So, bear with me.
Day 1: MC Presentation
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This is Rae. She is
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- pretty pale, despite having grown up in California. She’s one of those people who just burns in the sun, so she tends to cover up and wear lots of sunscreen.
- Is around 23, but looks younger. The fact that her entire style is “rebellion” makes people think she’s in her late teens.
- Also has a sweet face. The kind of face that makes her seem trustworthy despite the attire. The face that draws in people needing directions, kids who’ve lost their parents, and tourists who need pictures taken. The fact that she will, without complaint or question, give directions, help locate parents, and cheerfully take pictures only reinforces that.
- She has color-shifting hair, although that reddish color in the picrew is *close* to her natural shade. Just plumped up a few saturation points. At other points she’s gone to black with pink streaks or green tips. Once, when a friend was learning how to do hair, she had one of those super expensive full-on rainbow undercuts, but everyone agreed it was a bitch to maintain and wasn’t worth it.
- When not in RAD uniform, she tends to dress in a kind of rock-casual. Ripped jeans and band-tees are her favorite things, along with belt chains and as many necklaces as she can get away with before they start tangling. It makes sense when you consider she sang with a metal band in her first few years of college. They still play occasionally, but most of them are too focused on their studies to do the hardcore networking it takes to “make it” in music.
- She tends to do heavy eye makeup, but very little on the rest of her face. No nail polish, since she’s constantly chipping or chewing it off.
- Her headphones are as much a constant for her as they are for Levi.
- Personality-wise, she presents as friendly....almost pathologically friendly. If Luke is a chihuahua, she’s a Labrador. She’s game to try anything, has endless energy, and is willing to tag along on the most mundane errands. It seems to take a lot to offend, upset, or frighten her. Deliberately hurting her usually does it.
- Then she’s silent. Whether it’s because she’s protecting herself or giving you the silent treatment is anyone’s guess.
I imagine it goes something like this.....
Lucifer hadn’t been in favor of the exchange program. Far too many things could go wrong. However, it was what Diavolo wanted, so Lucifer would ensure it went well. In order to support Diavolo’s initiative, Lucifer had done everything he could think of to prepare for the new arrival. He had planned on how to deal with errant lower demons attempting to either eat their flesh or steal their soul. He had planned for magical accidents in their classes. He had even planned for the off-chance that their new arrival might be too terrified to leave the House for a few weeks.
He thought he had prepared for everything.
What he hadn’t prepared for was a human who not only wasn’t terrified, but was actively enjoying herself.
A female shriek pulled him from his room and he was halfway to the common room before he realized it had been a shriek of laughter, not distress. Since he was close to the room anyway, he decided to investigate. He had left the girl and Mammon watching TV, so it wasn’t a surprise that things went wrong. The two of them together somehow managed to make more trouble than Mammon did on his own. At least trouble with Rae rarely involved Mammon stealing, so it was trouble that was easier to deal with.
Rae’s loud laughter sounded again as he stepped into the room, just in time to see her evade Mammon and climb to the top of the back of the couch. In her raised hand, high over her head, she held her D.D.D. On the inside of her wrist was the gleam of his pact mark.
“Erase it!” Mammon called as he got back to his feet. There was laughter in his voice, almost enough to make Lucifer smile. His younger brother often talked about how much fun he was having, but really seemed to have little of it.
“Or what?” Rae sputtered over her giggles. “You can’t hurt me. You can’t - “
Suddenly Mammon wasn’t where he’d been. In a move too quick for the human to follow, he had snagged her off the top of the couch and leaned her backwards over it, her head towards the cushions. She still held the phone out of reach, and she was still laughing - mostly because Mammon was tickling her. She wriggled as hard as she could, but no human wriggling could match demon strength. Her shirt bunched up towards her breasts and one of her necklaces smacked her in the face. As she flailed, she caught sight of the older brother.
“Lucifer!” She called. “Catch!” The D.D.D flew through the air towards him.
At the sound of his older brother’s name, Mammon immediately let go of Rae. She fell back onto the couch cushions, cackling, but Mammon was red. “Stupid human,” he muttered. “If I get in trouble, it’s your fault.”
“Why should you be in trouble, Mammon?” Lucifer asked smoothly. “Anything I should know?”
“N-no! I haven’t done nothin’. Haven’t had TIME to do anything, what with the pet-sitting you’re makin’ me do.”
Rae rolled her eyes as Mammon gestured at her. She was still trailing giggles, calming down from the frantic tickles. “He’s just mad.”
“Am not!”
She started sidling closer to Lucifer - and her phone. “He got a little sad - “
“Did not!”
“ - at the movie we were watching.”
“They were separated forever!” Mammon’s flush grew worse and he couldn’t help a sniffle. “All because of some dumb vow made before they even met! It ain’t fair!”
“So I took a photo. Y’know, to commemorate the moment.” She’d made her way to Lucifer and held her hand out for her phone. He placed it in her hand and she smiled. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I apparently promised Levi I’d watch something with him tonight. I don’t remember making that promise, but he’s insistent I did.”
“Hey! Why’re you spending so much time with Levi? I’m your first guy!”
“Yeah, and he’s my second.” She pulled up the hem of her tshirt enough to show another pact mark, shimmering and peeking up from the waistband of her jeans. “And my second guy wants to watch something called I was a Teenage Vampire Who..... uh, Something Something Something Before the World Ends.”
Grumbling, Mammon moved towards the room’s exit too. “Well, if I can’t talk ya out of it, I can at least make sure ya aren’t bored. The Great Mammon will sacrifice his night to keep ya entertained.”
“Are you sure Levi will let you in? Do you know today’s code?”
“WHAT FRIGGING CODE?”
Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose as the two walked off, still bickering. Fighting. Play-fighting. Whatever they were doing, Lucifer wanted no part of it.
Why couldn’t the House have gotten a normal human?
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choayoanbaek6104 · 4 years
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steal my jacket (and my heart while your at it)
prompts: 
“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”
“Have you seen my jacket?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
music producer!chanyeol and idol!baekhyun
[TRENDING] CBX’s baekhyun spotted for the 4th time this month in VETEMENTS’ red parka jacket
fans once again caught the brunette donning the oversized outerwear at haneda airport. CBX will be performing at tokyo dome later this week in as part of their MAGICAL CIRCUS world tour. baekhyun has been seen wearing oversized hoodies and jackets frequently during the tour.
(+156,-12) oH mY GOd, i swear bbh looks so small in that jacket,,,,, is it even his??? why didn’t he buy it in his size 
(+1992,-456) ive literally seen producer loey wear this jacket multiple times when he did his DJ gigs at cherryblossom club a few months ago. 
(+145,-1006) ugH, literally cant style himself for shit…. 
“baek! why are you wearing that again,” xiumin sighed as he eyed the shorter’s outfit in the van towards the concert venue. in all honesty, the members could not grasp the new fashion concept baekhyun was venturing into. all the clothes the brunette wore recently were oversized, and definitely not his style. 
“it’s chanyeol’s…” baekhyun mumbled. 
“i get that you miss your man but you do know he’s like huge? and your like…” jongdae paused to think of the nicest possible way to finish is sentece, “barely at his chin.”
“you’re way too small and short for his things, baek.” junmyeon chimed in. their manager had been doing his best to convince baekhyun to dress in more fitting outfits that didn’t make him look like a child. but baekhyun, being miles away from chanyeol for such an extended period of time, refused to wear anything that wasnt own by the taller. 
baekhyun was in a rush to leave for tokyo 2 days prior and in his haste, couldn’t find a more fitting jacket that chanyeol owned. the taller obviously knew of baekhyun’s mischievous acts but pretended not to pay attention to it. in fact, he found it endearing that baekhyun always insisted on taking a piece of clothing from chanyeol’s wardrobe as a way for the smaller to cope with how much he missed his man. 
putting on his earphones, baekhyun sighed as he tried to drown out their complains. just as he was drifting off to sleep, his phone vibrated in his hands. 
“hey yeol, what’s up?” he answered.
“baek, have you seen my jacket? its the red vetements one you wore a few days ago. did you leave it in your dorm?” chanyeol enquired. he was looking frantically around for said item and baekhyun could tell from the soft rumbling in the background. 
“erm…” baekhyun felt bad, “noooo, not really?” he tried his best to sound convincing but the taller new the brunette too well. 
“you’re wearing it, aren’t you?” chanyeol deadpanned. “you could have just told me. i was worried i lost it or something.”
“i’m sorry are you mad?” baekhyun said softly, feeling slightly guitly for stealing chanyeol’s favourite winter jacket once again. “i promise to return it the moment i come back. i won’t borrow it again!” he continued. 
chanyeol knew the brunette missed him a lot and quite frankly, he didn’t mind baekhyun wearing his clothes more often these days. seeing how big his clothes looked on baekhyun through the photos posted on tabloids and fansites made chanyeol’s heart swell. and being lowkey possessive, chanyeol always saw it as a way to show the world that this man was his. (but only he and a few others knew that, of course)
“baby, i’m not mad” replied softly, not wanting the smaller to feel guilty, “you can wear at as much as you’d like.”
“thanks yeol, your the best!” baekhyun chirped. “i got to go, talk to you soon, giant.”
after two successful concerts in tokyo, baekhyun finally returned to seoul. junmyeon, out of kindness, gave the cbx members a day off to relax. it was indeed a luxury for the idol to be able to sit around all day and do nothing. more importantly, it was a luxury to be able to spend that entire day with chanyeol. 
after spending the whole day watching music shows and reality tv on the new television set baekhyun gifted chanyeol, the two decided to forgo dinner and laze around on the taller’s bed while admiring the sunset. “if only everyday could be like this…” baekhyun thought. chanyeol’s movements shook baekhyun out of his daydream. he turned around to see that his boyfriend was holding a paperbag towards him. (cuz plastic is bad for the environment, kids)
“here,” chanyeol smiled sheepishly, “i picked out a few jackets that i cant wear anymore. these will definitely fit you better plus, they smell like me. it’s a win-win for both of us!” he explained excitedly.
baekhyun’s heart swelled at the thoughtfulness of his man. he lift himself off the bed to give the taller a peck on the lips. “i love you, baby” baekhyun said, as he accepted the paperbag filled with jackets and a few tshirts.
“you also dont have to worry about xiumin and jongdae complaining about your fashion sense anymore,” chanyeol chuckled as they snuggled into the comforters. 
“this won’t stop me from stealing your other jackets though,” baekhyun said. 
“it’s alright, what’s mine is your’s.” chanyeol said, eyes closed and ready to sleep. he kissed baekhyun on his forehead, “goodnight, shorty.”
“night, giant.” 
2 weeks later
chanyeol just got back from LA spotting the new supreme x lv hoodie. he was a hundred percent sure baekhyun was going to steal it so he purposely hid it from the smaller. knowing how much baekhyun loved supreme, there was a slim chance of chanyeol ever seeing the hoodie again if he lent it to him. 
“sharing is caring,” baekhyun whined, “now lend me that hoodie!!!” 
although chanyeol did not want to give in to his boyfriend’s request, he could not resist the smaller’s pleas, which was (un)fortunately followed by a lot of kissing and teasing. to be honest, even chanyeol thought the smaller looked better in the oversized red hoodie than him. 
“goodbye red one, it was fun while it lasted,” chanyeol said pitifully to the jacket donning the shorter as he dropped baekhyun off at cbx’s dorm. 
“ugh, don’t be dramatic, babe,” baekhyun rolled his eyes before leaning in for a kiss, “i’ll return it to you, i promise.” 
chanyeol knew better. “it’s never coming back…” 
[TRENDING] supreme x lv red hoodie sold out hours after fans spotted CBX’s baekhyun wearing it to STUDIO NNG
the luxurious red jacket looked slightly oversized for the baekhyun but the brunette still managed to pull of the look. fans all over the world are rushed to buy the limited edition piece causing louis vuitton’s online store to crash in 6 countries. 
(+1556, -200) ahhhh, i guess baekhyun is embracing this oversized clothes fashion with open arms.
(+61, -4) he’s going to wear this at least 20 times
(+7002, -300) that’s it, i swear loey wore this a week ago coming back from LA music festival.......................
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haha, i chose this prompt today because i was looking for clothes for my chanyeol doll......... its so difficult to find stuff that resembles chanyeol’s outfits:(( anyway enjoy another edition to my MPchan and IDOLbaek AU.
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– Gekka Bijin
Gekka Bijin, also known as the Beauty Under the Moon or the Queen of the Night, is a species of cactus and one of the most cultivated species in the genus. It blooms rarely and only at night.
Oikawa finds himself at a party he couldn't care less for, searching for someone he cares about a little too much.
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a/n: this is mainly inspired by the song Bodys, I suggest listening to it as you read. | ao3
The new song that takes over the place makes the party seem like something out of a mediocre America coming-of -age movie. Oikawa looks around, what was he even doing here?
The beat starts to change and what he assumes to be the main melody begins to take over the room. The chances of finding the one person he was looking for were low, very low. And he is sure he had spent all his luck in life already. Agreeing to attend chibi-chan’s party wasn’t the brightest idea he has had but he had to start somewhere, preferably night time; so the darkness and the dim lights surrounding him could hide his face in case his mask happens to slip. That’s not what I meant to say at all. I mean- I’m sick of meaning, I just want to hold you.
You and me both; he cannot help but think, sparing a glance at the unfamiliar faces and the clashing bodies around him. The whole place stinks of sweat, alcohol and a pinch of tobacco. He scrunch his nose at that. Is the chorus yet? No, it’s just the building of the verse…
“What type of idiot even comes up with such lame lyrics anyway? I don’t even want to think who listens to them...” he’s complaining to himself, again.
“Well I’d bet my money on that girl by the stereo who seems to be having too much fun.” Oikawa didn’t even realize he was complaining out loud until he heard the familiar voice reply to him. He looks up to the direction of the said girl. “Is she... holding an empty bottle of vodka as a mic?” He tilts his head as he tries to make sense of the scene before him, trying his best to ignore the owner of the voice deliberately.
“Holding onto the bottle, would be a more proper expression I think.” This time he looks back at the voice.
His time in California has done wonders on him, that’s for sure. His, now tanner, skin compliments his deep olive green eyes as always, his hair slightly ruffled and he can spot a little bit of a blush on his face. Could be from the alcohol, he assumes, if Iwai was drinking.
Everything around him is in a blur, his eyes do not see anything that’s not him.
“Long time no see Iwa-chan!” he says at last, one of his signature smiles decorating his face. “What brings you to chibi-chan’s party?” Iwa frowns at that, must’ve realized the smile is fake. “Dragged in by Mattsun and Makki the moment I said I was going to spend the night by myself.” Mattsun and Makki. It has been a while he last talked to them properly, and he hasn’t been messaging with Iwaizumi like he once did either, so that must say something. The distance between them put its toll on their life-long friendship. Reading, more like trying, his messages of “shittykawa” in his voice can never compare to hearing the awful nickname, even if it’s followed by a hit.
Interrupted from his train of thoughts, he watches Iwa’s gaze go down. “Nice tshirt.” Right, he forgot he was wearing that tonight. The writing ‘zacco platypus’ on his chest feels heavier than ever.
Another trademark smile. “What can I say, Iwa-chan. I missed ya!” He says in his typical singsong tone. The unsettling silence takes over as they stare at one another, both seem to be deep in thought.
The truth is Iwaizumi wasn’t the one avoiding Oikawa, at least not as obviously. Ever since high school ended and their lives got separated by an ocean, Oikawa was left with too much time to overthink the smallest things.
He realizes he hasn’t said anything nor made a gesture to show he heard Iwa yet. “So you’re here by yourself? No one new in your life?” He isn’t sure if he wants to hear his friend’s reply to the latter.
“Tried once or twice, didn’t stick long. I won’t ask you back the same question though, you’ve spammed me with all the gruesome details just as they happened.”
That wasn’t exactly true. Sure, talking excitedly about a date gone nice or the little things that attracted him further to his dates were something he let his friend know.
But he never told him how he tried dating men; how he was always searching for calloused hands, sharp green eyes, messy spiky hair; how he wished he could hear the mean nicknames instead of cute names of endearment or the silly pet names. How often he thought about what the two of them could have been, how he never acted towards this dream, the fear of ruining their friendship nagging his brain.
The drunk girl starts to sing along loudly: “Well, so what? We're young!” something he can’t put a finger on changes in her tone. “We’re thin, most of us.
We're alive-“ A pause. “Most of us.” She ends it in a rather sad tone.
“Well, they seem to be having fun.” Iwai spares a glance at the dancing figures around them, attempting to keep the conversation alive. “I’d be having fun too, if I consumed booze recklessly and lost myself completely I guess.” Oikawa says with a roll of eyes.
Then his body sets into motion before he can comprehend what his hands are doing. He puts his hands on Iwa’s shoulders, truly a sight out of a cheesy teen romcom. He wants to scoff at his cliché-ness.
 He can see the shock painted on Iwaizumi’s face.
“Those are you got some nice shoulders  I'd like to put my hands around them  I'd like to put my hands around them”
“Oi baka-kawa, what are you doing?”
“Following the instructions, and trying to have fun, assumed acting a bit more like them could help achieve that.” He points at the people around them with his head. They start to swing in an awkward manner, not exactly matching the song’s pace or rhythm. Iwa’s hands find his waist.
“So what’s with the sudden change of your messages lately?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Iwa-chan-“ Oikawa tries to brush it off, breaking eye contact but it seems Iwa won’t let go of this any time soon.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about, I’m not in the mood for your games or blatant acting so you better explain to me what’s been bothering you.” His demeanor is stern but he can hear the concern in his voice.
He wants to turn his gaze away, avoid the piercing looks Iwa is sending his way, but if he’s really going to do it tonight, there’s a chance this may be the last time he will get to see his face like this, up-close.
Meeting Iwa’s stare wasn’t the sanest thing to do for Oikawa because he cannot find it in himself to blink. He wishes for time to stop and to stay in this exact moment forever. With his hands on his shoulders, Iwa’s hands on his waist, gazing into each other’s eyes and getting lost in them; everything besides them is a mixture of noise and colors. No longer resisting the demanding look in Iwa’s eyes, Oikawa opens his mouth at last:
“I was afraid I’d say something wrong, ruin something between us or cause a mess I couldn’t fix because there’d be this entire ocean between the two of us.”
He stops to take a deep breathe. “I guess I was afraid I’d do something stupid… (like this)” The last bit remains unsaid but it’s heavy in the air and they both know it. He speaks in a whisper and leans in for a kiss.
All he can feel is how warm and soft being this close to Iwaizumi feels. It feels different than any other kiss he has ever had and he knows nothing will be the same after it. He’s too focused on his worrying, he doesn’t even realize whether Iwa responds back to his kiss or not. And so he pulls back to examine his face and get a good look at him in this shitty lightning one last time.
“Oi, if the idea of the two of us is stupid to you, maybe you shouldn’t have gone in for a kiss.”
At that moment Oikawa is at a loss of words. He stands with his jaw hanging open, trying to process his words. He was expecting a shove, maybe an angry yell, a hit in the head or Iwaizumi to leave immediately without sparing him a glance. But this?.. This was not on that list, not even an option at all.
Having read him through his various moods all his life, Iwa seems to know what is exactly going in Oikawa’s head. So he pulls the idiot back to him, his right hand on his jaw, for a second kiss.
No fireworks, no explosions; all those writers and painters must have been wrong all this time.
Because the kiss he shares with the person he loves more than anything else in this world feels like something he long searched for and finally found. And in a sense, it is exactly that.
Kissing Iwa in that very moment comes natural to him just like breathing, eating, doing a jump serve or setting for him. It feels like coming home to rest after a long day, to eat milk bread after craving it for so long, to watch the sun set after a well spent day.
Kissing Iwaizumi Hajime feels like home.
He is sure somewhere far away a queen of the night blooms just as they kiss.
They pull away slowly. Every action they take together, they’ve grown accustomed to it, in perfect sync and tonight is no exception. They can see each other smiling faintly. One of his genuine ones, Iwaizumi knows. Oikawa rests his forehead on Iwa’s and they stand like that for a little longer.
I got so fucking romantic, I apologize.
A new song starts to play through the speakers.
“Seriously, what’s up with those lyrics?” Oikawa starts shaking his head, still smiling.
His whiny statement goes ignored by Iwaizumi: “What do you say, we go out and… catch up?” 
He’s met with intense and light brown eyes suddenly directing their attention back to him, there must be supernovas hidden inside them, he cannot help but think, a lump forming in his throat.
“And we can… put a name on what we are, if you’d like that, I mean-“ He is cut off by a quick peck on the lips and next thing he knows, he’s being dragged away from the party by the only person he has always loved and cared for with his whole heart.
As the obnoxious music they left behind fades into the background, Oikawa makes a mental note to send that girl a bottle of her favorite drink; marching towards nowhere in particular, hand in hand with the one he loves.
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fucking-eyelashes · 4 years
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Solangelo fic
Beautiful in the moonlight
They all sit around the bonfire, singing the usual camp half blood songs, feeling at home. Nico sits at a log towards the back of the circle, rubbing his palms together to keep from feeling cold. Will, sitting in the front row, glances behind at him to see him gazing up at the starry night sky, hands burrowing into his jean’s pockets. He wasn’t even wearing a jacket, just a thin black t-shirt and skinny jeans. Will was wearing an orange camp hoodie pulled over a full-sleeved t-shirt and since he was right in front of the fire, he was actually starting to feel a little too warm.
Nico looked down from the sky, bringing his eyes back to the fire, and he notices Will’s eyes on him. He looks back at him and Will allows himself one moment to stare into his eyes before moving his eyes around, looking anywhere but at Nico. He’d become friends with the boy after the battle, gaining his trust over months working together in the infirmary. But recently, they’d both been acting different around each other. Nico’s eyes lingering too long on Will, Will’s cheeks turning pink every time their hands would brush against each other, and both of them getting flustered when they’d say something they thought was wrong in a conversation. Will had a massive crush on Nico ever since the day of the battle but he thought his feelings would never be reciprocated, even though he knew Nico was gay. Nico on the other hand, had fallen for the boy as he spent more time with him, and the last few weeks it had gotten really hard not to kiss him every time he flashed that bright, Apollo-worthy smile at him. He was almost definite that Will would never like him because Will had never mentioned liking guys to him before. The only reason he was still hanging on to hope is because he noticed Will’s cheeks would turn scarlet red almost every time Nico spoke to him.
Everyone around the campfire started singing a slower song and the mood was suddenly peaceful. Will took this as a chance to sneak towards the back and he plopped down next to Nico. His messy raven-black hair had grown so long it almost covered his eyebrows, his eyes glinting as he looked at the bonfire. “Why don’t you ever come sit in front with us?” Will whispers to Nico. He turns his head towards Will and answers “I’m fine here. You can go back if you want,”. “Not if you won’t come with me. Also, you look like you’re going to freeze to death back here, take this,” Will says, pulling his hoodie over his head and handing it to Nico. “Will, put it back on, you’re going to feel cold,” Nico demanded. “No, I’m fine Nico, seriously. I’ve been sitting right next to the fire all night,” Will counters, and Nico begrudgingly pulls Will’s hoodie on. He’s trying hard not to contain his excitement as he inhales deeply, smelling the faint Will scent that never goes away, like something warm and cozy to sink into. It’s a size or two big, because Will had gained more muscle since the war, practicing both archery and sword fighting. Nico had been the one training Will to swordfight and much to Nico’s surprise, Will would often take his shirt off, beads of sweat glinting on his skin. He snapped out of his thoughts bringing his eyes back up to Will’s face, telling himself to stop thinking about it. Will sat still next to Nico and though it was big for him, he thought he looked adorable in it, shoving his hands into the pocket, grasping for warmth. Nico huffed out a breath of cold air and Will realised he’d been staring at the boy so he looked away, flustered. People had started to go back to their cabins and soon Nico and Will were among the last few left. Nico stood up, Will standing with him, and said “Well, uh, I should probably go to bed now, it’s getting late,”. “Oh okay, sure. I’ll walk you back to your cabin,” Will says, and starts strolling towards it before Nico can protest. They both walk slowly, side by side, shoes crushing the damp grass underneath them. There’s no sounds coming from the cabins around them, leaving them to their thoughts. Nico internally swooning, tried his best not to look at Will in his bright yellow tshirt. Will tries to do the same but fails. He looks at Nico walking beside him, the moonlight catching on his features. His cheekbones, traced with white light, his jawline sharp against his soft eyes. Nico finally looks up towards Will, catching him staring but this time Will doesn’t look away. He was going to do something about this crush because he didn’t think he could stand another second without Nico in his arms. His cheeks go a little rosy but he keeps his eyes on Nico. “Why are you looking at me like that? You’re always looking at me like that,” Nico questions, speaking softly. Will’s lips quirk up into a small smile and before he can talk himself out of it, he says, “Because you’re beautiful.”
Nico’s face turns a bright shade of crimson and he chuckles lightly before “accidentally” brushing the back of his hand against Will’s, a zap of heat on the cold night. Nico feels Will’s warm hand wrap around his, intertwining their fingers. They both look at their feet, trying to hide their smiles. Nico feels like he’s going to die that instant if Will doesn’t kiss him already so he decides to take matters into his own hands. They slow to a stop in front of the Hades cabin and Will reluctantly starts to pull his hand away from Nico’s. Before he knows it, Will’s face is being pulled towards Nico’s and their lips connect, Will’s warm ones against Nico’s cold. His hands reach down to wrap around Nico’s waist and he feels Nico’s arms coming up to run his hand through Will’s hair. It’s everything, too much but not enough all at once. They press their lips together gently, scared it’ll end too soon. A few seconds later, Will tests opening his mouth and is rewarded with Nico’s mouth opening against his. Nico tried to form some sort of thought in his head but all he can think is that Will mouth tastes like the s’mores they’d had at the campfire before his brain short circuits. He feels as if he’s going to faint any second as Will’s tongue brushes against his own. They both get so lost in the kiss, they forget to breathe, panting lightly as they pull apart. Nico’s soft brown eyes look up at Will’s startlingly blue ones and his rosy red lips curl up into a smile. Will leans his head down and rests his forehead against Nico’s, bringing his arms back down to hold Nico’s hands. After what feels like seconds but was probably several minutes pass by, they both reluctantly pull away from each other, eyes not leaving the other’s gaze. Neither of them can wipe the wide grins off their faces. Nico pulls the sleeves of his hoodie a little further down, wrapping his hands in them. “Can I keep it with me for now? It smells like you,” Nico says shyly. Will tries not to burst into flames right at that moment because Nico is just so adorable, and he responds gently “Of course. Good night, Nico.”. “‘Night Will,” Nico responds, walking backwards towards his cabin till they both break eye contact, forced to go their own ways.
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jakey-jakes-is-woke · 4 years
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I, unlike Jake Gyllenhaal, am conflicted (I think)
I’m toeing this impossible line between being content with mediocrity, living a sub-par but average life in which standing in line at Whole Foods would be my largest inconvenience, bypassing the racial aggression and commentary on my sexual identity. The other side of that invisible line is the life I’m living. But in this bland world, colored with sepia tones, I would hold no expectations of anyone, about anything, and would wear the same Oak NYC tshirt I always do, never colored my keys, and never engage. I would fall down the rankings in my (redacted profession), but what is it like compared to living a life of never having to cauterize any ulcers?
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I would be living the equivalent of eating a white person’s potato salad. I would listen to the same overrated Spotify playlists and I would never go out surfing at dawn in the Rockaways. I would like my friends a normal amount - in fact, they would be more like acquaintances - and if you never truly believe, if you never truly feel, you also never truly hurt, and are never truly involved. You can go about your day during the largest civil rights movement in US history (with international ramifications), and would basically be Andre in Get Out: I would be gently lulled into thinking everything is alright, until the flash of a camera would snap me out of this alternative timeline. What do we want, as BIPOCs? Do we want to be Andre, or do we want to be Chris? What is the role of those white people that aren’t even in our lives? And what should we be entitled to expect?
If you read this blog you know I have been angry on the regular (here, here, here, heeeere) about the fact that Jake Gyllenhaal, your woke bae, is in fact neither woke, nor a desirable bae for those of us for whom wealth and whiteness aren’t the norm and haven’t been since birth. Forty-four (44) days after the despicable and torturous murder of George Floyd, Jake Gyllenhaal has decided to do something. Actually, he isn’t doing anything himself, but he sent an email via his disturbingly named production company to highlight the work of a Black-owned and Black-operated small business in the city that he deserted. And somehow, this is supposed to make up for the fact that he has done a total of absolutely zero things during forty-four days, has remained absolutely silent, not even addressing his own industry in the movement. He could be perfectly quiet on the history of social justice, if he feels underequipped or undereducated, but he was blocks away when Michael B. Jordan called him and his ilk out. So he talked about Black farmers in upstate NY.
I have spoken about how exhausted I am. And that exhausted me, because at this point, I felt I was handed over a few leaves of an iceberg salad after starving for months, and I should be saying, “thank you, massa”. Well, fuck me, because this isn’t me. But boy oh boy do I sometimes wish that was me. I sometimes wish my ex boyfriend (remember dating men? lol) hadn’t left because my job was a permanent encroachment. I wish I could still skip on Thomas Street with my brother and brother-in-law after a fancy meal in Chelsea. I wish things were different, when my partner and I would spend raucous and raunchy nights on the rooftop at Output, gazing at the Manhattan lights in the distance. I wish all of these days were simple, but truth is, they were even more magnificent because everything else wasn’t. I was knee-deep - fuck, elbow-deep into horror all the time, when someone would grab my hand and say, have you ever listened to the lapping sound of the East River on the Two Bridges Park rocks?
What if Jake Gyllenhaal is just trying to restore normalcy?
What if in fact it makes things so, so much worse?
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Supporting Black small businesses matters. It especially matters in a pandemic, that affects Black people disproportionately, but has also diminished their already fledging chances are making it through an economic depression. The best way to do that while going about your everyday life is to grab your coffee (with a mask) at a Black owned coffee shop, grab your lunch box to go (with a mask) at a Black owned restaurant, and stop at your local bodega (with a mask) to support any form of BIPOC and those threatened by ICE. Highlighting the work of a Black owned cooperative is great. The cooperative in question grows organic food, which is usually out of the reach of low income people, and can participate in the NYC school lunch program. All of this is great. All of this is necessary. All of this is part of what makes NYC great.
None of this sat well with me. Because highlighting this work could have been done anytime. It could have been done before the movement started, when the pandemic had already made the situation of NYC schoolchildren precarious. All of this could have been done at anytime. The tone of the email was joyful, the design colorful, and it felt like it was just a regular infomercial on the part of Nine Stories. Black joy is a form of resistance, you’ll tell me, and you’d be absolutely right. But this isn’t Black joy: it’s white people rejoicing at their own white idea to highlight Black folks, and did so for a split minute before returning to business as usual, making money off of others and never working, learning, growing, working on their shortcomings, or doing more significant things - like letting BIPOC take over their social media, instead of shooting an email to subscribers, or have entire IG live series (tattooer Grace Neutral has been doing amazing work by doing it every week on different issues and highlighting various non-profits). In short, I felt insulted. It felt like lip service. I felt like I had invited Nine Stories for a cookout and all they showed up with was a cheap bottle of wine, and just the one, even though the whole block was there. It didn’t feel they were engaging, or talking to communities. For someone in my (redacted profession) and as a founding member of a non-profit in my non-existent free time, that works around the clock and across timezones to register voters, filing complaints with AGs, and forcing UNHRC resolutions, I could have shot this email in my sleep. It required absolutely no bead of sweat on their brow, at a time when we need allies to shoulder the burden because we are fucking tired.
My friend Yves Mathieu, who happens to be on the cover of L’Officiel Italy this month because he’s a handsome motherfucker, has been traveling across the US for the best part of the last two months to attend every single protest in major cities, especially in places where the police department has been documented abusing protesters. He’s filmed, live; he’s been tear gassed; he’s been shot out with KIPs; he’s been arrested; and at times he dances, in the middle of a line of National Guard shields, and he’s screaming, galvanizing crowds, shouting the names of all the recent trans folks we’ve lost and the “suicides by hanging” we have seen. He is tireless, or at least this is the image he puts up. Because he is fucking tired. And while he calls me his “angel on earth”, there is no day in which I don’t worry about his safety. Right now, we are working in urgency, and if I had a table, I would have flipped it because I don’t give a bloody damn about Jake Gyllenhaal and Riva Marker’s apples.
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For those of you who tell me I am ungrateful and that this project is worthwhile, I’ll refer you to the first paragraph. Yes, it absolutely is, in times of normalcy. It should be supported, not just now, but perenially. The issue here is that we have an emergency, and we have wealthy white people on our hands who are doing not just the bare minimum, but are so much below the standard of what is required in existing in a society that we are numb to the crumbs they throw to the movement. Showing our gratitude for this is being thankful to have one loaf of bread a month during a famine. I don’t want crumbs. I want a sit at the top of the goddamn table. It’s trying to quench a thirst that is so urgent, so pressing, and so dependent on life and death, with dipping lips in tepid water. It’s not doing it. We should, of course, support this collective once we have achieved everything else that can allow them to thrive in a world where those collectives will be normalized. But releasing this on the day that ICE is changing the laws to deport people on student visas? When I mentioned life or death, did I stutter?
As I was telling my lovely and incredible friend Shelley, who is doing so much while being in Australia and still more informed than the Nine Stories team, here it is. Beware. This is non exhaustive:
Waiters being disproportionately exposed to covid as states reopen. Waiters depending on reopening because there is no minimim wage. Rubber bullets. Tear gas. Killing rates. Primary elections. Non-profits being criminalized. Bail funds. White privilege. White history. Rewriting historical narratives. Defunding and disbanding police departments. The investigation into Bill Barr. The UNHRC resolution on the US systemic failures on racial discrimination. Conversations on colorism and racism. Death rates during the pandemic. Overcrowded prisons. Elijah McClain. White supremacists. Voter suppression. Lynchings. Pride. Marsha P. Johnson. Black theater. Minneapolis. UNCERD review. Oscars So White. Michael B. Jordan. 13th Amendment. Black trans lives. Trans rights. Ahmaud Arbery. DC Lewis List. NYPD refusal to discipline. Elijah McClain’s funeral. Suspension of immigration visas. ICE raids. ICE detention facilities. Suspension of habeas corpus rights in NYS. Pentagon opposition to the White House. Holding rallies on native land. Deployment of white militias.
All of this, we deal with it everyday. All of this is directly part of my (redacted profession). And unless we fix this first, we won’t be able to decide whether organic food is a right or something we should allow better access to. There is still a pandemic, and there’s a revolution in the middle of it. I am directly challenging Jake Gyllenhaal to give my non-profit access to his instagram for one day so we can talk about our work and so we can have an open conversation with him about his silence. Find me, Jake. Let’s fix this. You obviously don’t know how. Fortunately, I do. Hit the road Jack, or don’t you come back no more.
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Tomorrow
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Summary: You miss class, and as a side effect Jihoon comes over to check on you.
A/N: Hey so this is pretty short, but I wrote something!
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The thing that ultimately dragged you out of bed Monday afternoon was a knock at the front door.
Sure, it was three in the afternoon, and the fact that you were still in bed was a sin in itself. You had already missed all five of your classes today, hadn’t eaten anything and had barely gotten up out of bed in time to brush your teeth this morning.
You had gotten entirely ready for your first class; you had been totally on time for class and everything. But then just before walking out the front door, you laid back down in bed, and you couldn’t get back up.
So, after sleeping for a few hours, and then watching television shows for another few hours, you were even less motivated to get out of bed. Even less willing to get up and do something productive because you had missed every chance you had to be productive today, and it was just a little stressful.
So, you tried not to acknowledge the knocking at first.
But then the knocking came again. Louder, more insistent.
You ignored it a second time, only for the same thing to happen. Louder knocking, even more insistent. You groaned loudly and shoved your face into your pillow.
“Fine, fine. I’m coming!” You called out in frustration. You dragged yourself up from your bed and walked over to your apartment door. Even though you had fallen asleep in your clothes, at some point you had lost your pants and had fallen asleep in just a tshirt.
So, when you opened the front door, peeking only your head around the corner, you had no intention of letting whoever it was at the door in because you hadn’t been expecting anyone to come in today. But you knew you had made a mistake by not at least pulling on a pair of shorts when you opened the door to dark hair, and a completely unamused face.
“Jihoon!” You blurted out in surprise, suddenly feeling like you were completely naked standing there. He grimaced at you.
“You weren’t in class today,” he stated. He pushed your front door further open, letting himself into your apartment. Your face turned red, and you watched as he made a beeline for your kitchen.
“Yeah but it was just-”
“You know I have friends in all of your classes. They always tell me when you miss, and you weren’t even in your very last class today.”
He turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow when he noticed that your shirt was the only thing covering your body.
“And you aren’t wearing pants,” he murmured.
“Well, I didn’t invite you to come in!” You replied in annoyance. Jihoon rolled his eyes and turned his back to you.
“Go put your pants on,” he murmured. You didn’t question what he was doing in your kitchen. Instead you went into your room and pulled on your pajama pants with a sigh. You kind of wanted to just stay in your room, but part of you knew that there was no point in that. Jihoon would just come in and tell you off for it.
You went back into the kitchen and leaned on the door frame. Jihoon was standing there, already using your microwave. He had a small grocery bag there with him, and he looked back over his shoulder at you when he felt your presence.
“I brought you clam chowder. My mom made it just for you,” he stated softly. You wrinkled your nose.
“Why?”
He shrugged.
“I told her you weren’t in class, and she said that you would want it,” he replied.
You pretended like it didn’t make any sense at all.
“But… Why clam chowder?” You questioned.
In reality, it had been exactly what you had wanted. Completely randomly, you had been totally craving soup. Today only, and out of absolutely nowhere.
The scent of the potatoes and the clam being warmed up in your microwave would likely waft around the air for the next few hours. But it was welcoming.
“She said it reminds you of your family. Because you’re from by the sea,” he replied. Your microwave beeped and he pulled it open to show you the bowl of soup. If his mom made it, you knew it would be good. You reached forward to take it, and he swatted your hands away.
“Go sit down,” he mumbled. You rolled your eyes but did as he said, taking a seat at the table. He set the bowl of soup in front of you and draped a heavy grey blanket over your shoulders. Then he set a bottle of Dr. Pepper before you. It made you roll your eyes to the side.
“What are you doing?”
“I bet you haven’t eaten,” Jihoon replied pointedly. “So, here’s some food.”
You quirked an eyebrow at him.
“And you always like Dr. Pepper when you’re depressed. Don’t ask me why, but you always do,” he continued to explain. Still you didn’t respond, you just stared at him.
“And the blanket because you are always cold, and you never say anything about it ever,” he murmured. You continued to stare at him, so he gestured to your food.
“Just eat okay?” He murmured. He rolled his eyes to the side when you began to slowly eat the soup, he had brought you. It was everything that you had hoped it would be. Warm, creamy, and the clam in it didn’t do that weird thing where for a moment it felt like you were straight eating sand. It was also a little sweeter than you had imagined it would be.
“You know you shouldn’t skip class,” he stated softly. You frowned at him your disappointment probably pretty evident.
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” you said, your voice so quiet that you really hadn’t thought that he would hear you. Even so, he looked at you, a curious expression on his face.
“I know,” he mumbled. “Are you okay?”
You didn’t want to lie to him and tell him you were fine, so instead you reached down and put a large spoonful of soup in your mouth. You looked at Jihoon and gave him a thumbs up, but your face was absent of any smile.
He didn’t fall for it.
“Yeah, try saying that without a mouthful of food you brat,” he stated firmly. You let your head fall to the side.
“I’m… I’m just fine,” you said hesitantly, but even as you spoke your eyes fell to table. A clear indicator that your words weren’t true. Jihoon however let it slide.
“How’s the soup?” He asked with a sigh.
“I want more-”
Before you could finish the sentence Jihoon was sprinkling more salt in your bowl. You looked up at him, giving him a half smile as a thanks. Which he just sighed at, resting his hand on his cheek to look at you.
“You’re going to have a heart attack with how much salt you consume,” he said stubbornly. You pursed your lips and silently put another spoonful of the soup in your mouth. You weren’t going to let him ruin something that you liked so much, especially not salt.
“It adds flavor,” you stated just as stubbornly.
“The way you like it you probably can’t even taste the soup anymore,” he mumbled back. He reached forward and flicked you in the forehead which made you pout and cover your forehead with your hand.
“What are you doing here anyways?” You said in annoyance. “Me not being in class is not a real excuse.”
“I was worried about you,” he replied pointedly. It made you roll your eyes.
“You aren’t my boyfriend,” you responded just as bluntly. You saw the physical flinch at that statement and honestly it made you feel kind of bad for saying it. You opened your mouth to take back the statement, but he just shrugged.
“Well, maybe I should be your boyfriend,” he grumbled softly. “You need someone to take care of you and you aren’t doing it at all.”
“I-”
“I know, you can’t really control it,” he murmured softly, almost reluctantly. He stood up and took a deep breath. “Alright finish your food, you should go back to bed.”
“But I slept all day,” you protested. Jihoon rolled his eyes.
“And yet you probably still haven’t slept nearly enough,” he mumbled. You watched as he walked into the kitchen. He began to do the dishes that had piled up in your sink, looking completely at home in your small apartment.
It made it kind of hard to focus on eating.
He was so sweet to you, and you didn’t deserve it at all. You got to your feet shakily as you walked over to him and he began to rant about how you needed to take better care of your home and keep things cleaner. He didn’t take any notice as you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.
“I love you Jihoon,” you murmured into his back. You thought you said it quiet enough that he didn’t hear, but the minute your words left your mouth he froze.
He was completely quiet for a moment- a long moment. Then he turned around and pulled your face into his chest.
“Would you mind then…” He trailed off uncertainly. “If I kissed you?”
He looked like he needed it a lot. Just a short kiss, and while that didn’t make sense to you at all in one part of your mind. In the other part of your mind, it made sense to an extent. He liked you, for some reason that you didn’t understand at all- he did. And you weren’t the best person for anyone to have a crush on. You were selfish, and uncaring, and you were so completely and totally unironically broken it wasn’t even funny.
You tilted your chin up, letting him be your first kiss. It made a smile cross his lips.
“Thanks for doing that for me,” he mumbled. You shook your head, and a very small but still genuine smile crossed your lips.
“Thanks for tolerating me,” you replied. He rolled his eyes and knocked you back gently by putting his hand to your forehead. You laughed and reached up to fix your hair.
“Okay, okay, bed, right?”
He nodded.
“Bed.”
You left him in your kitchen, cleaning your dishes. You felt awful that he felt like he needed to do this for you, but you were also happy that he wanted to take care of you. Besides, you would make up for it soon enough. Yeah, you would make up for it tomorrow.
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