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daniel larusso x gn!reader

tags: fluff alphabet, not proofread, written with karate kid 1 daniel in mind

“i don’t have to think; with you, there’s no pretending.”

a- admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

he loves how you can stand up for yourself. he’s more than happy to step in when needed—show off a few of his trusty karate moves—but it’s always captivating to see you hold your own. the fire in your eyes is enough to make him melt.

b- body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

he likes your eyes—how they soften with concern after his rougher practices, how they light up with excitement when he shows up unannounced. he could stare into them all day and never get tired. but he’s still a teenage boy at heart, so… he thinks your thighs are pretty nice, too.

c - cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

his preference is holding you from behind—wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head in the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. there’s something so intimate about it—it makes him feel soft and a little mushy inside. he’s not opposed to being held, either.

d - domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

he hasn’t given the future much thought—life in the present keeps him plenty busy—but he’s always known he wants to settle down someday. get married, have a kid or two, maybe a dog just because. it’s one of those certainties he’s carried with him for as long as he can remember. and when he meets you, something shifts. suddenly, it’s not just a distant dream—it’s a real, tangible future.

he’s not exactly skilled in the kitchen or all that handy with chores, but he’s more than willing to try. even if it ends with the floor soaked or eggs somehow stuck to the ceiling.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he wouldn’t take it lightly. even if he’s not in love with you anymore, he still respects you more than anyone else. he’s not the type to ghost or pull away quietly—he’d want to talk, even if his voice shakes the whole way through.

f - fiancee (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

he’s all for commitment. when it comes to relationships, he’s headstrong—and when he knows you’re the one, he’s all in. no hesitation, no second-guessing. as for timing, he’d probably pop the question not long after you both turn eighteen. he doesn’t see the point in waiting around. he’s certain about you, and he’s not afraid to show it.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s usually playful, full of teasing grins and comments—but when it matters, he can be gentle. physically, he’s always careful with you; not because he doubts your strength, but because he loves you. and he wants to treat you with the utmost respect, always.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he absolutely adores hugs. they become something of a tradition between the two of you—a wordless hello, goodbye, i love you, and everything in between. on ordinary days, his hugs are light—a quick wrap of his arms around your waist. but in the moments that matter, he holds on tighter, buries his face in your shoulder, and lets himself sink into the warmth of your skin.

i - i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

as soon as he knows, he says it. no second thoughts, no hesitation—it just slips out, unplanned but entirely genuine.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

he’s driven more by his heart than his head, so jealousy comes easily to him. it’s usually fleeting—just a heat-of-the-moment reaction—but it happens more often than he’d like to admit. when it does, he tends to get a little clingy: hugging you from behind, slipping a hand into your back pocket, anything to keep you close.

k - kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

kisses turn into a habit between the two of you. soft ones in greeting, deeper ones as good luck charms before his tournaments. he’s a simple guy—he prefers kissing you on the lips, though your cheek is a close second. as for him, he’s not picky. kiss him anywhere, and he’ll melt. having your lips on him feels like a blessing, no matter what.

l - little ones (how are they around children?)

he’s great at entertaining them—cracking jokes, making silly faces, playing games. but when it comes to calming them down or scolding them? yeah… that part doesn’t come as naturally.

m - morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

mornings with him are slow and lazy. he loves his sleep, so getting out of bed is always a struggle. most days he’ll wrap his arms around you and plead for just a few more minutes. on busy mornings, the two of you move through your routine together—brushing your teeth in the same mirror, sharing breakfast, maybe even squeezing in a shower before heading out.

n - night (how are nights spent with them?)

nights with him are nothing short of comforting. he’s usually worn out by the end of the day, so his playful energy softens into something gentler. he’ll pull you close, half-listen to you talk with sleepy eyes, or run his fingers through your hair while telling you about his own day. it’s his favorite way to unwind—just the two of you, warm and safe.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he doesn’t always mean to, but he’s an open book the second he realizes how safe he feels around you. it doesn’t come out all at once, though—he shares things gradually, in passing comments and deep conversations.

p - patience (how easily angered are they?)

his emotions tend to get the best of him, so he can get frustrated pretty easily. but after a few early arguments, he learns to rein it in—when to bite his tongue, when to walk away, and when to simply listen. all because he cares about you that much.

q - quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers all the little things his brain latches onto—your coffee order, your favorite color, the way you fidget when you’re nervous. but birthdays and anniversaries? total blank sometimes. it’s like his brain forgets how to function when it actually counts.

r - remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

your first date means the world to him. it was the night everything shifted—the night he realized how much better he was when he was with you. you went to an arcade. laughed until your stomachs hurt, took goofy photo booth pictures, shared a giant bottle of lemonade, and kissed—giggled into each other’s mouths with the taste of sugar and citrus on your lips.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he’s extremely protective. if someone even looks at you wrong, his body’s already on high alert—jaw tight, eyes sharp, muscles tensed like he’s ready to step in. he’d argue for you without hesitation, and if it came to it, he’d fight for you too.

being protected isn’t his favorite—it bruises his pride more than he’ll admit—but when you cheer him on or take his side in a fight, it makes his heart flutter.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he puts minimal effort into the everyday. over time, dates become part of your routine—grocery runs, sunrise bike rides, walks where you don’t really go anywhere but still end up holding hands. but for birthdays and anniversaries? he goes all out. decorations, plans, handwritten notes, the whole thing. he wants those memories to stick.

u - ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

his communication sucks at first. when he’s upset, he shuts down completely—goes quiet, pulls away, avoids you entirely like it’ll somehow fix things. he means well; he just doesn’t know how to talk about things without feeling overwhelmed or guilty. it takes time, and a lot of patience, but he slowly gets better.

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he keeps himself clean and his hair in check, but beyond that, he doesn’t stress. says he’s “effortlessly charming” with a grin that both annoys and endears you. and honestly? he kind of is.

w - whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

completely. you’re not just his partner—you’re part of his rhythm, his daily routine. he kisses you before class, eats lunch with you when he can, calls you before bed. when you’re not there, everything feels a little off. like he’s going through the motions without the part that makes them matter.

x - xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

even though he’s soft with you most of the time, he loves sparring. something about the fire in your eyes when you’re trying to win makes his heart race. he never really minds losing either—because losing means you pinning him down, grinning with that victorious glint in your eye.

y - yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

he can’t stand people who play games with feelings. loyalty matters a lot to him—he gives it fully and expects the same in return. if someone’s flaky, noncommittal, or treats love like it’s disposable, he’s out. no second chances.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

mark grayson x fem!reader

tags: songfic, mildly suggestive, short and sweet, not proofread

“he’s so pretty when he goes down on me; gold skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry.”

The sight before you is nothing short of breathtaking.

Mark is comfortably positioned between your knees, his callused hands firmly holding them apart. The dim lighting of your bedroom accentuates his tan; skin sun-kissed from hours of endless training. He’s wearing a blue cotton tee, fitted just enough to trace the contours of his shoulders and chest. He smells faintly of fresh laundry, crisp with a pleasant hint of lavender. His presence consumes your senses, leaving you disoriented yet unable to look away.

Pretty, you think distantly.

His gaze flickers up, taking in your disheveled state with a smile. Your hair is undone, damp strands clinging to your forehead and neck. Your lips are red, kiss-bitten and swollen. A warm flush covers your features. You’ve never been quite so bare; yet to him, you’re perfect.

“You’re staring,” you say, voice soft and breathless.

“And you’re beautiful,” he presses a soft kiss to your kneecap.

It’s strange, really. Rough hands, covered in scars of battles past, trail slowly up your thigh. Strength that could easily tear you to shreds is used instead to steady your trembling legs. How could someone made and shaped for fighting be so gentle?

The answer comes to you in waves. You see it in his dark eyes as he drinks in every sound he pulls from you; sighs, keens, incoherent slurs of speech. You feel it in the fervour of his mouth, hungry and greedy as if he were a starved man. You hear it as he breathes your name into your skin, over and over. You’re almost surprised you haven’t noticed before.

ೃ༄ Cherry Waves

dallas winston dating hcs

warnings: slightly ooc, not proof or beta read, mentions of smoking

sucker for seeing you in his clothes. it feeds his ego, as well as some possessive tendencies he prefers not to talk about. he just likes to know that youre his and no one elses<3

youre the first person he calls when hes in jail. he wants you to know that hes alright, that it could be a few days before he sees you again. he may or may not try to coax you into paying his bail while hes at it, but he means well.

likes hearing you talk about your day. he’ll tease you for rambling, but deep down he adores the excitement in your voice and the gleam in your eyes. he cant explain why, he just does.

his love language is physical touch. its an easy way for him to show his affection—why waste time forming some sappy speech when he can just hold your waist or slip a hand into your back pocket?

rests his hand on your thigh while hes driving. he gets road-rage like no other, and nothing soothes him more than the feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips.

doesnt see any importance in schoolwork. if you agree to skip classes with him—which he’ll practically beg you to do—hes more than happy to take you anywhere you wanna go.

sweet when he wants or has to be. tenderness isnt his forte, but he’ll make an attempt for you.

johnny cade x gn!reader

warnings: not beta or proof read, brief mentions of smoking/injury, prompt credits to @/lovemeagoodprompt

5 times johnny wanted to tell you he loves you + 1 time he finally did !

i.

Johnny couldn’t quite tell what you were talking about anymore. Somewhere in the conversation, he’d lost track of your commentary—who was running away, who was in jail, who was going with who, who stole what and where and why…

He was about to nod, feign (or try to, at least) some form of understanding, when you suddenly stopped.

“What?” he queries, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. “Do I have something on my face?”

Without saying a word, you lean in, skimming the edge of his jacket collar before folding it down. A deep flush covers his features—he can only watch in stunned silence as you regain your earlier position, almost like nothing had ever happened.

“There!” you smile brightly at him; he swears his heart stops. He’s about to say something, but you promptly cut him off, resuming whatever story you’d been sharing before.

ii.

Johnny rummages through his pockets for what feels like the tenth time—still, the familiar weight of his lighter is nowhere to be found. A smile plays on your lips upon seeing his predicament; he doesn’t seem to notice, too caught up in frustration.

You retrieve your own lighter, tucked safely into the back of your jeans, and place it in his palm. That gets his attention.

“Keep it.”

He does so with hesitance, lights his cigarette and takes a long drag. Albeit a relatively small gesture, it has his head spinning—only you could make him swoon with something as insignificant.

“Thanks, Y/N.” he mumbles, averting his gaze before you can sense there’s something amiss. He drowns out the words threatening to spill from his mouth with smoke.

iii.

Johnny doesn’t like parties. Not the alcohol, or the music, or the outright concerning amounts of people. He does like you, though—perhaps that’s why he’s sitting on some flimsy couch instead of walking home.

His arm is going numb under the weight of your head, yet he doesn’t move a muscle. He briefly wonders how you sleep amidst such chaos; soundly, by the looks of it.

You stir with a small noise, further burying your face in his shoulder. He knows then he’ll be there all night. He can’t bring himself to disrupt your rest when you’re oh so peaceful.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

The rest goes unsaid.

iv.

Johnny lets you brush his hair back, doesn’t flinch as you press an antiseptic-doused cotton ball to the cut on his temple. The only sign of discomfort is the subtle creasing of his brows—somehow, you still catch on.

“You alright?”

He nods, straining a quick response to appease your concerns. He instinctively reaches up, traces the jagged outline of the wound. He knows for a fact it’ll leave a scar; an ugly one, at that.

“It’s not all bad,” you shrug, reading his mind once again, “makes you look tough.”

He looks away and tries to convince himself you mean nothing by it.

v.

Johnny rests his back on the grass, damp from the morning rain. You’re laying only a few inches away, hair splayed in different directions. He watches as you search for patterns in the stars—amidst your concentration, you don’t notice his gaze.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a closer look, smile because you’ve finally found what you were looking for (or, rather, something close to it.)

“…yeah.”

He glances at the dark sky; finds that its not nearly as pretty as you.

vi.

Johnny looks at the horizon, where the setting sun casts various shades of orange. The porch steps are rough against his knees, old and worn from years of use—still, he is calm. You seem to share the sentiment, much quieter than you normally are.

“Hey, Y/N?” his question is but a whisper; you hum in acknowledgment.

“I think I love you.”

Before he can regret it, you’re leaning your head on his shoulder. And, for once, you meet his eyes.

ponyboy curtis dating hcs

warnings: probs ooc, not beta read, incredibly messy lolol

lets you borrow his books after he’s done reading them so you can give them a try. its his own subtle way of showing affection; theyre his pride and joy, and hes basically telling you he trusts you with everything when he gives you them.

draws you all the time. he has more than a few pages on his sketchbook dedicated to just your face, your different expressions, all of your emotions, and so on.

makes you paper butterflies and cranes during class sometimes; might also doodle on the margins of your notebook if you let him.

lots of study dates. he helps you prepare for any upcoming exams, and takes you out to unwind afterwards.

likes it when you watch his track meets, and also likes seeing you do any extracurriculars youre signed up for. hes your biggest fan, always telling you you did a good job and pressing sweet kisses to your cheek.

his love languages are quality time and words of affirmation. he compliments you a lot throughout the day, and goes out of his way to spend most of his free-time with you. he might even sneak out on school nights just to go to your house (or try to, at least. darry always catches him in the end.)

if youre into gossiping, hes always glad to engage in some with you. he picks up a lot of information from dallas and two-bit, so he usually has a lot to add to the conversation. on days where he doesnt, hes happy to simply listen to you talk.

ೃ༄ Uptown Girl

daniel larusso x reader

begging for more karate kid requests…i rewatched the movies yesterday and i cant get it out my head.

warnings: not beta or proof read, slightly rushed

he's annoyed when you and his mother insist he rests after the tournament. sure, his leg hurts like actual hell, and he can't take more than a few steps without promptly falling, but he's itching to continue his karate training.

his restlessness tends to get the best of him during his recovery. he doesn't know what to do, practically bed-bound and unable to do the one thing he's grown to love most.

your visits are his only real source of entertainment. he cherishes them, anticipates the next one before you've even left his apartment.

he coaxes—or tries to, at least—you into staying with him longer. when you tell him you have to leave, he’ll put his head on your shoulder and beg for a few more minutes (which always ends up as a few hours, if you truly give in.)

his favorite thing to do while you’re over is watch a movie. most of the time, it’s some cheesy romance with more kissing scenes than plot. its an easy excuse to have a hand on your waist and press a few sweet kisses to your lips, in his eyes.

he finds comfort in your presence. it's not overwhelming like his mom's usually is—you're calming, a breath of fresh air amidst all the chaos in his life.

he tones down the complaining when you're around. he may be frustrated with just about everything, but he's not letting down the opportunity to have you dote on him a little more.

ponyboy curtis fluff alphabet

ik this isn’t a request but i couldn’t help myself. template by @/queervibesmydude !

warnings: not beta or proof read

a= admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

ponyboy loves your outlook on life. if you ask about it, he’ll say it’s because it makes you you, separates you from the crowd. he also likes your kindness; he hasn’t exactly met a lot of nice people throughout his lifetime. 

b= body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

his favorite would have to be your hands—he could hold them for the rest of his life and never tire of it.

c= cuddling (do they like to cuddle?)

it honestly depends on his mood. if its a bad day, he’ll want some space for himself. if not? he’s happy to hold you (or let you hold him) to your hearts content.

d= dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

movie date, all the way! he’ll take you to the nightly double, treat you to some food from the concession stand, and let you lay your head on his shoulder as you watch whatever’s playing<3

e= emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

he doesn’t always express his emotions out loud, especially when they’re negative. his body language is what gives him away; he can’t conceal it for the life of him.

f= family (do they want one? if so, when?)

family is a big aspect of his life. he has two biological brothers, and four non-blood related-ones. he knows for a fact he wants to start his own someday; have one or two kids, and a dog for good measure.

as for when, he prefers to wait until you’re both ready to settle down. so, probably a few years after college?

g= gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? what are their habits when it comes to this?)

he doesn’t care much for receiving them; he’d rather you show your affection through words or touch or simply spending time with him.

for the most part, he only gets you gifts on special occasions. your birthday, your anniversary, christmas, and so on. in his eyes, they’re more meaningful when given on certain days.

h= holding hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

he likes to hold your hand gently, trace imaginary shapes onto your knuckles with his thumb and whatnot. he’ll do it whenever he gets the chance to.

i= injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

his first thought—and priority—is to make it better. he’ll bandage you up before you can even ask him to. after that, he might be upset at himself for not being there. he’s tired of being so helpless when the people he cares for get hurt.

j= jokes (do they like to joke around with you or prank you? how?)

he doesn’t joke around much, unless he’s feeling particularly talkative. it’s just not his cup of tea. he does, however, make a lot of teasing/witty remarks—they come easier to him than jokes do.

k= kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

his kisses are as gentle as his hand holding. for the first few months of your relationship, they’re feather light, no more than a quick peck. it’s not until some time passes that he gets more comfortable with it.

l= love (how do they show they love you?)

words of affirmation and quality time. he spends all of his free time with you, even when you don’t have any plans for the day. he’s happy to just do nothing with you. he also compliments you a lot, tells you you look pretty and that you’re all he could’ve ever asked for.

besides that, he enjoys drawing you, if you don’t mind it. he considers you the perfect muse; you’re both pretty and motivating.

m= memory (favorite memory together?)

the first time you watched the sunset with him. it’d been completely unplanned; you just happened to see him sitting his porch on your way home. you joined him, because it was starting to get dark and you didn’t want to be all alone. when you weren’t looking, he stole glances at you—somehow you were even prettier than the orange hues of the sky. he knew he loved you then. he’d always known deep down, but that day he knew for sure.

n= nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

he’s afraid of losing you, as cliché as it sounds. you’re one of the few sources of stability in his life, and he’s not quite sure what he would do without you.

o= oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

he’s prone to spacing out at random times, since he can get lost in his thoughts quite easily. he’ll be reading to you one moment and pondering the meaning of life the next—you end up being responsible for bringing him back to reality more often than you’d like to.

p= pet names (what do they like to call you?)

he uses darling, my love, and babe sometimes. he usually just calls you by your name; there’s something strangely intimate about it.

q= quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

he doesn’t care what you’re doing, as long as you’re together. with that said, he especially enjoys hanging out at the dingo and reading with/to you.

r= rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

dream lover by bobby darin. the lyrics remind you of his tendency to daydream, as well as the emotions he harbors towards you. it also just sounds like a song he’d enjoy.

s= secrets (how open are they with you?)

he’s pretty open, albeit sometimes unintentionally. you get him talking like no other and once he starts he can’t stop. there’s certain things he’ll be more adamant about sharing, but he’ll ultimately do it anyway.

t = time (how long did it take you to get together?)

about 5-6 months. he knew he loved you long before then, he just wanted to make sure you reciprocated before acting upon his feelings.

u = upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

if you prefer to be alone when you’re frustrated, he’ll let you be. he might get a little sad that you don’t want him near, but he understands it’s nothing personal. he’ll check up on you once you’ve calmed down, keep his distance until you give him the green flag.

if you like to have someone with you, he won’t abandon your side no matter what. he’ll let you rant about your day and run his hands through your hair, something he deems to be soothing.

v = vaunt (what are they proud of? do they like to show you off?)

he doesn’t see any need to show you off. he’s proud of the relationship you’ve formed together more than he is of anything else, he’s just not that type of person.

w = warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

he doesn’t like to see you hurt, so he doesn’t always like it when you fight. he’s more than willing to fight for you and/or with you. so long as you’re not all roughed up afterwards.

x = x-ray (how well are they able to read you?)

he can tell how you’re feeling pretty quickly; he spends so much time with you he knows what all of your emotions look and sound like.

y = yes (how would they propose to you?)

he would likely do a more quiet proposal, something private with only the two of you. he wants the moment to be yours and yours only—no noisy friends, no overbearing family.

he’d take you to a pretty spot—a grassy field with flowers, or something along those lines—and bring some of your favorite foods for you to enjoy as you admire the view. then, when the nerves get the best of him, he’ll pull out the small velvet box in his pocket and ask the big question.

z = zen (what makes them feel calm?)

bonus points if pony also writes them back 🫶🏼🫶🏼 (sorry if this is oddly specific i just find this idea super adorable <33 ) tysm!!!

ೃ༄ Heart To Heart

ponyboy curtis x writer!reader hcs

warnings: not beta or proof read

finds your liking for poetry and writing to be endearing; it’s not every day he finds someone who shares the same interests as him.

treasures everything you make for him. all the poems, all the letters, all of it. he keeps them safely tucked in a drawer, away from all the chaos in his home.

asks you to give him tips and revise his writing. he values your opinion, and also happens to think your skills are absolutely amazing.

attempts to write for you. his inspiration comes in short bursts, so he doesnt always finish what he starts. he shows you anyway; he wants you to see that’s he’s just as passionate about you as you are about him.

adores all of your works, especially the ones about him. it may sound egotistical, but they make him feel good (not to mention incredibly flustered.)

if you give him permission to, he’ll draw you while you’re writing. the sight of you all focused never fails to make him swoon<3