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mimikittysblog · 12 days ago

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Pairing: Poly! Ateez x Fem! Reader

Genre: Super duper fluff!

Warnings: Besides being barely proofread and having some slight MxM, nothing really. Though if I miss anything please let me know!

A/N: Sooooo it was my birthday a few days ago! And I’ve made other birthday stories before with other groups I decided it’s time Ateez gets one too! This is 10000% just a writer insert lol but I do still hope you can enjoy it! (Also not the biggest fan of the ending hehe but oh well 😅) Thank you all as well for getting me to over 500 followers! I love you all so so much 🥹💕

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“Okay breakfast is ready! You can wake her up now!” Wooyoung announced.

“I’m sure she’s about to wake up soon.” San replies, reminding his boyfriend that you are usually up by now.

“Hmm I wouldn’t be so sure, I went back to the room like ten minutes ago and she’s still conked out.” Yunho says softly.

“She did have a rough day yesterday.” Jongho reminds them.

Yesterday for work you took the children of your school on a field trip. While almost all of your students were absolute angels, when it comes to field trips, their adrenaline gets heightened drastically. Which results in them being a lot to say the least.

“And on the day before her birthday too.” Hongjoong chuckles.

Yes!! It is in fact your birthday today! And since it’s your first birthday together with all of your boyfriends, they wanted to do something super special for you. So they all were able to convince the company to give them a day off today, as they have finished their tour too.

It’s because not only did they want to spend the entire day with you, they also planned you a surprise birthday party! First Wooyoung made you your favorite breakfast, then Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Mingi are gonna take you out on a shopping trip. After that they’re gonna escort you to lunch with your best friends.

Once lunch is over Yunho and Yeosang are gonna show up and take you to get your nails done. All of this is so the rest of them can spend the whole time getting the apartment decorated for the party. Perfect plan! Nothing will go wrong! First you need to wake up!

“Sooo who’s gonna wake her up?” Seonghwa asks.

“God she must be so tired.. maybe we should let her sleep more?” Mingi suggest.

“Noooo the plaaaann…” Wooyoung pouts.

“What plan?”

Your boyfriends then quickly whipped their head around to see the cutest sight ever.

You standing there in one of their hoodies, while rubbing your eyes with your sweater paws. Your hair was slightly messy and your cheeks flushed clearly you just woken up not even 3 minutes ago.

Oh their hearts could burst at how cute you are.

After the slight cuteness attack they all snapped back and realized you’re finally awake.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY!!” They cheered.

At the volume of their cheer it did cause you to jump back a bit. ‘Causing all of them to giggle. You recovered quickly though and then smiled at them.

“Hehehhe thank youuuuuu!!” You say before jogging to them with your arms open. Very clearly wanting a big group hug. Which they’re more than happy to give you.

“Heheh it’s our pretty princess’s special day!!” Wooyoung exclaims.

“Mhm! That means special breakfast!!” Yeosang added.

“Special breakfast?” You tilt your head.

“Made by yours truly!!!” Wooyoung exclaims once more before dragging you to the kitchen.

Your eyes widens to see all your favorite foods and just how much there are. Seeing it all and you turn to you boyfriends seeing their happy excited faces you knew this will be one of your best birthdays ever.

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“Will you pleaaaaseee tell me where we’re gooooing?” You whine playfully from the backseat.

Then nudging Hongjoong’s shoulder with your head with a soft bonk.

“You’ll see soon birthday girl.” Hongjoong laughs keeping his eyes on the road.

“Hmph!” You pout.

“Oh don’t be so grumpy! You’re gonna love it!” Mingi then scolds as he squeezes your hand softly.

Soon enough you see your favorite mall in the distance.

“Oh ohh!! Are you taking me shopping?” You ask excitedly.

“Bingo!”

You cheer loudly as it’s been a while since you had the time to do so. And you knew your fashion forward boyfriends would absolutely love helping you pick pretty outfits.

“We have more planned for you too but you’ll just have to wait and see!” Seonghwa tells you.

After parking the car, you four all went inside and immediately took you to your favorite stores. Plus some new ones that have just opened up. For the next few hours your conversations mainly consists of:

“Oh darling you would look so pretty in this!”

“Honey this is so your style!”

“This would look so good with the top you just got!”

“Wahh you’re so gorgeous in this dress!”

And hey you’re not complaining. Well… you did complain a bit at how they’re constantly paying for you (like they almost always do.) But they and yourself reasoned it was your birthday so you deserved it. To them you deserved it much more than you usually do. ‘Cause they almost never let you pay. But especially not on your birthday.

“Hungry darling?” Seonghwa then asks you after leaving another store.

“Hmmm yes! Very!”

“Then let’s go get lunch!” He says as he takes you and the rest to your favorite restaurant.

“Ah yes my favorite!” You giggle as you approach the restaurant and when you entered it you gasped.

“Surprise!!!! Happy birthday!”

There you see, your group of friends all sitting there at a table waiting for you.

You were so incredibly happy to see them. You’ve all been so busy with work that you just never had the chance to meet up. You excitedly ran to them and gave them all a big hug. Where they all wished you a happy birthday once again. You then turned to your boyfriends where they all had a big prideful smile.

They soon approached where you thanked them profusely.

“It’s no problem darling. Okay so we are gonna take most of these new clothes home, and after you’re done with lunch Yunho and Sangie are gonna pick you up okay?” Hongjoong explains.

“Oh? What about you three? You’re not eating?” You pout.

“Don’t worry darling we’ll eat at home, we want you to enjoy your time with your friends.” Mingi added.

“Thank you thank you!! Absolute best boyfriends in the world!” You say proudly giving them all a sweet kiss.

“You’re welcome princess. Enjoy your meal and time!” Seonghwa tells you before turning to your friends. “We’re gonna leave now, take care of our girl for us!”

“Don’t worry lover boys we wiiiill!” One of your friends reply.

“I love youuuu!” You say one last time as you hugged them goodbye tightly.

They all told you they loved you too and left with the majority of your bags of new clothes.

“Oof girl you’re one lucky bitch to have them wrapped around your finger.” Another friend of your jokes.

“All eight! Of them!” They all laugh.

You can only giggle as you watched from afar as your boyfriends walked away.

“Yeah. I am.”

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“We’re hooooommeee!” Seonghwa announced.

“OH GOOD! Help Sannie with the decorations pleeeaseeee!! He’s being too indecisive.” Yunho pleads as his three boyfriends arrived home.

“IT NEEDS TO BE PERFECT!” Sannie whines somewhere in the apartment.

They all laugh at their boyfriend’s silly antics before Seonghwa rushes to wherever San is to help, yelling out a sweet “Comiiiingg!”

“Wow she bought a lot huh?” Jongho says as he notices the tens of bags that they have.

“Correction! They bought a lot.” Yunho counters with a cheeky smile.

“Like hell we’re only getting her a couple of things for her birthday!” Mingi argues.

“And she looked pretty in all of them! How could we ever just leave them at the store?” Hongjoong added.

“SHAME ON YOU FOR NOT SENDING PICTURES!!” Wooyoung chastises suddenly from the kitchen. “AND MINGI GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE I NEED HELP!”

Yunho then takes the bags from Mingi’s hands as he gives him a kiss on the cheek and tells him to ‘go help the chef.’

Mingi chuckles as he jogs into the kitchen.

“On my way darling!”

Yeosang then showed up and helped all of his boyfriends carry your new clothes to your room. They all rearranged the bags to make sure it wasn’t a mess but you could still organize the clothes how you wanted. While doing so, Hongjoong finally took notice at the outfits Yunho and Yeosang were wearing.

“Oh you two look really good.” He comments.

“Hmm? Thank you hyungie!” Yeosang says with his adorable smile and a twirl.

“Thank you hyung.” Yunho says as well. “We wanted to look the best for our princess.”

“You do. You two always look handsome. But yeah Princess has mentioned that you look the best in these outfits.” Hongjoong comments.

“Mhm! And hyung you’re also always handsome.” Yeosang mentions before giving Joong a kiss on the cheek.

Hongjoong can only blush before Yunho leans down, kisses his other cheek and whispers, “Always so handsome.”

Which only causes him to blush more.

“A-alright alright! Thank you, now go. Don’t you dare make her late for her nail appointment!”

The two chuckled loudly at their boyfriend’s red cheeks and starts walking hand in hand to the door.

“Wouldn’t dream of it our handsome hyung!! We’ll be back soon!” Yunho calls out.

“Remember to let us know when you’re on your way back!!!” Jongho reminds them. Yeosang then yells out an ‘okay’ and his parting words too before they leave the apartment.

Hongjoong can only chuckle before going around the apartment to see who else needs his help.

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You had a wonderful time with your friends. Catching up with all of them over some good food? What’s not to love? Once everyone was finished with their meal you flagged your waiter down to pay for the bill. Only for him to inform you that it was payed for. When you asked by who, he simply pointed to the register. There you see your two boyfriends were standing patiently waiting for you.

“Guess that’s your cue to leave.” Your friend chuckled.

“Damn girl they really spoil you huh?” Another joked.

“A little too much I would say.” You giggle as you touched up your make up before getting up to leave.

“Oh hush!!! Let them! The more they spoil you, the more you spoil us!”

You all laugh with you rolling your eyes sarcastically.

Your friend then wish you a happy birthday once more before bidding you a goodbye. Not wanting to keep you away from your boyfriends any longer. Soon you were skipping happily to your boys then engulfing them in a big hug.

“Hi birthday girl. Enjoyed your lunch?” Yunho asks.

“Mhm! So much!”

“We’re glad.”

You giggled before giving them each a kiss.

“So you’re taking me home now?”

“Not quite!” Yeosang says. “We’re actually booked you a nail appointment! So we’re gonna take you there now!”

Hearing that you squealed in happiness and thanked them repeatedly. It’s been so long since you had a proper manicure and some pretty nail art so you were beyond excited!

They then happily took you to your favorite nail salon. They actually helped you with choosing a design as well. The salon was almost empty actually so they could sit next to you throughout the entire process, conversing with you throughout.

Though without you noticing the rest of your boyfriends that were at home were asking of your whereabouts.

Jongho: Is she almost done??

Wooyoung: Show us the nailsss!!!

Yeosang: [sent 1 image]

Seonghwa: Oh she looks so happy 🥹

Yunho: She is! 🥰

Hongjoong: Be safe when coming home and let us know when you’re arriving!

Yeosang: Yes yes we will! We’re about to pay and leave now!

“Thank you soooo much my loves! Look at how cute these areee! Thank youuuu!” You thank them again. So incredibly happy at the results and just at the day in general.

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” Yunho says softly. Your boys then went to go pay before leading you back to the car ready to take you home and to the final surprise.

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“Okay! They’re here!! In positions everyone!” Jongho announces as he gets into his hiding spot. Everyone then follows suit and waits patiently for you to enter the apartment.

Soon enough they hear the door start to unlock and the excitement in the room skyrockets. So as soon as the door opens and you enter first they all burst out of their hiding spots.

“SURPRISEEEE!” They yell. Along with some throwing confetti in the air while others were holding balloons.

When you saw them you smiled so brightly and giggled.

“Oh my booooyyys!!! Thank you so so muchh!! Omg the apartment looks so cute!” You say full of joy. You then sprinted into the apartment to get a better look at all the decorations. “Aaahhh!! I love it!!! Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome princess. You deserve the best!” San says.

“Oh I’m so hap- FOOOOD!”

As you were speaking you took a glance into the kitchen and saw the array of your favorite foods once again and a big birthday cake in the middle.

“Oh my sweet, sweet boys… Thank you!!”

“Oh enough thanking us! Lets eat hmmm? Then lets put on some music and celebrate!” Seonghwa says before pushing everyone into the kitchen too.

At that you all sat down where you lovely boyfriends all made sure you tasted everything and that your stomach was as full as it could be (without hurting you.) In the middle of eating San then turned to you.

“Were you expecting us to do this for you? Were you that surprised hmm??” He asks just wanting to hear they all did a good job at surprising you.

You giggled at his adorable face and even gave his cheek a light pinch before nodding. “Nope! Well I was hoping you guys would take me out to dinner or something but I didn’t expect all of this! So yes I was surprised.” You explain.

Though while thinking back Jongho, ever the observer, noticed that when you walked through the door you weren’t that surprised. You were happy! But it looked like you were more curious rather than unsuspecting.

“Really?” Jongho then asks. “Cause you didn’t look as surprised as you usually are love.” He added.

“Hmm? Oh well! I’m surprised you planned all this out for me! And how much effort you put into this party hehe! I expected a balloon or two but this is a lot. Though I kinda figured out you were planning something like this when- …nevermind.” You cut yourself off.

“Wait What?? Did someone spill the beans?!” Wooyoung accuses.

“No no it’s nothing!” You try to save yourself.

“Alright who gave it away??” Mingi asks.

“Guys it’s fine!!!”

“Noooo! Who did it?” San asks with a pout.

“Well… uhm…” You try to find a way out of this but then sighs. “Just.. check our group chat.” You finally revealed with a soft chuckle.

They all rush to take out their phones to open the group chat. The one with you in it.

Yeosang: Okay we’re about to reach the door! Get ready!

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that, that probably was meant for a group chat I wasn’t in.” You say softly with a little giggle.

Suddenly you hear a thump. It was Yeosang who flopped his head down onto the table in embarrassment.

“YEOSAAANNGGG!” Wooyoung whines loudly.

“Oh leave him aloneeeee!!”

“He ruined the surprise!”

“He didn’t ruin anything! I told you I was still surprised didn’t I?? And I only saw that messaged like minutes before we reached the door so it didn’t make that much of a difference! Please don’t be mad at our sangie!” You say as you rush to where Yeosang was sitting and giving him a hug from behind. “He was just excited and texted the wrong chat.”

He then sat up with a big pout and nodded.

“I’m sorry guys..”

“Hush! No apologizing! You did nothing wrong okay?!”

San then reached over to pat Yeosang’s head. “It’s really okay sangie.” He says softly.

“Okay okay, no more chastising Yeosang hyung per request of the birthday girl!” Jongho then says.

“Thank youuu!”

“Besides you still have to blow out your candles and cut your cake baby!” Hongjoong tells you.

You quickly nodded and sat back down. They then lit the candles as they sang happy birthday to you.

That’s when you closed your eyes to make your wish.

A happy life with them until my very last birthday. No matter what comes my way I want to have them by my side. Always.

As you made this wish a single tear rolled down your cheek before you opened your eyes and blew out the candle.

“Oh darling.. what’s wrong?” Yunho asks as he softly wipes the tear away.

You smile at him and then at all of your precious boyfriends. Your precious boyfriends who took the time and effort out of their unreasonably busy schedules just to make sure you had a wonderful birthday.

Lord how lucky you are. You actually get so emotional that more tears start to flow and you let out a small sob. Your boys quickly coo you and move closer, worried they’ve done something wrong.

“Happy..” You whisper slightly before asking them all to give you a big hug.

They all chuckle at how precious you are and just so relieved to realize that the tears are happy tears.

“I love you all so much. Thank you for everything. I couldn’t have wished for a better birthday.”

“We love you too.” Seonghwa whispers.

After the long hug you tell them you’d like some cake now and then night continues on with some drinks, music, dancing and laughs. You truly couldn’t be happier on your special day and it was all thanks to your 8 special boys.

This was indeed the best birthday you’ve ever head.

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rinhaler · 2 years ago

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luxe, hear this anon out. rin with a crybaby type of reader who cries when they feel too good. just imagine him unlocking the fact realizing that he gets turned on by their crying when they're sputtering and choking on his cock <33

apologies if im a bit deranged about this

- jellyfish anon

okay I cannot express how sexy this request is. I NEED him in a way that undoes centuries worth of feminism I fear :( also apologies I'm not that best at writing BJs but I hope u like! (slightly inspired by scream vi)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, praise, slut used once, alcohol mention, reader has long hair/hair long enough to do a makeshift ponytail ♡

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“You shou— talk to ‘im—” your friend slurs, giggling as you help her sit down on your couch. You laugh a little as she falls from your grip and spreads out comfortably on the sofa beneath her. “Look, he’s looking!” she yells a little too loudly and points.

You shush her, carefully moving her hand to her lap before looking to where she had been pointing. Your neighbour had been looking from his window into yours for a little bit, smirking a little when he finally notices you looking back. He’s doing dishes in the sink, and it gives you the idea to get your friend some water.

“He’s been giving you fuck me eyes f-for weeks! Every time I come over he’s always—”

“Maybe you shouldn’t point and make it so obvious, babe.” you laugh, handing a glass full of water to her. “He’s just being friendly. Besides, I’m not really ready to date or anything yet. I’m just having fun hanging out with my bestie.” you tease her, nudging her with your elbow.

She pouts, eyes filling with water before she hugs you. She’s always been an emotional drunk, and soon enough she’s confessing how much she adores you and what a perfect best friend you are.

“Do you have any snacks? Wan’ some chocolate.” she tells you. You shake your head. “Ugh. Ooooh! You should go ask hot guy if he has any!” she suggests, kicking her feet and giggling all the while.

You look elsewhere. In the direction of hot guy. But he’s not at the window anymore. He’s probably in bed, it is pretty late. You hadn’t expected to be getting home after midnight from your cousins wedding given that you aren’t really that close. But bringing your best friend as a plus one extended the time you spent there.

There was an open bar.

“I’ll go to the store. What kind of chocolate do you want?” you ask.

“Surprise me.” she smiles. “Thaaaaank youuuuuu~!” she speaks in a sing-song voice.

“Don’t burn my apartment down while I’m gone.” you warn her, pretending to scowl at her before you laugh at yourself. She nods, eyes fluttering closed as her body sinks further and further into the couch.

You grab your keys and head out of the front door. If you were smart, you would have ordered dessert. There’s no way you should be leaving the safety of your apartment so late and stepping out into the city. But it’s just around the corner, that’s what you’re telling yourself. Nothing bad can happen to you if you just hurry.

As you reach the bottom floor, you recognise the man standing by the mailboxes near the entrance to your apartment building. He hasn’t noticed you, though, and why would he? He’s occupied sifting through the letters in his hands. You take a shallow breath, mentally preparing yourself for the dangers of going outside.

He raises his head as he smells your perfume when you walk by.

You gasp, feeling his hand dig into the flesh of your upper arm before he pulls you closer to him. It’s hard to even figure out what your thoughts are as you feel your back connect with rows of metal mailboxes. And before you can greet him, his lips are on yours.

You smile into the kiss, a hand cups your face as he presses his body a little harder into yours. He smiles back when he hears a soft little moan escape you at the feeling of being trapped against him. A sound from a higher floor frightens you, you turn your head and move away from him.

“Sorry, I thought my friend might be—”

“Hey,” he grabs your wrist and makes you face him. “You’re too ashamed being seen with me?” he smiles a little, teasing you. You smile back, shaking your head in protest.

“No it’s not that!” you tell him. “I better get going, though. She’s drunk and wants some chocolate.”

“You’re not going out on your own.” he speaks. It’s commanding, his voice filled with care and concern and it makes you weak at the knees. “Do you know that you can order snacks?”

“Uh, no, I've never heard of that.” you roll your eyes and speak sarcastically, earning a laugh from him.

“Maybe you should come upstairs with me, and I’ll show you how to do it.” he tells you, approaching you again. Your voice gets trapped in your throat as he looks down at you, and you find yourself nodding before even thinking about your answer. He smiles, though, kissing you deeply at your response. A sweet sort of praise for delivering an answer he’s happy to hear.

He takes your hand, guiding you up to his apartment.

“Done.” he smiles, putting his phone down on the counter. “I ordered pizza and your friend’s chocolate.”

“Perfect, thank you, Rin.” you thank him, “It’ll probably be a while… what shall we do in the meantime?”

“You know…” he starts, closing the gap between you. “I’ve really missed you all day.”

“Yeah? Ah—!” your voice gets caught in your throat as you feel him pick you up with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carries you. You’ve missed him, too. You’ve never put a label on whatever this is. But as far as you’re concerned, it’s just fun. It’s easy. And it’s good.

He is good.

He sits on the couch with you straddling him. A little groan leaves his lips as yours stray to kiss down the column of his neck. His hips roll up, the outline of his cock rubs into your wanting core. His eyes are glued to you as your kisses descend his body, and he curses himself for not throwing away his sweater before picking you up.

It doesn’t matter though, not when you’re resting between his knees with your hands pawing at his cock. Your eyes are full, wanton whimpers filling every breath you take as you do all you can to quickly undo his belt.

“Can I give you head, baby?” you ask, helping remove his cock from the confines of his jeans. He nods, eagerly, his fingers stroking your scalp through your hair as encouragement.

You’re salivating when his dick is revealed in all of its perfect glory. Flushed pink and pretty and throbbing with lust. An unyielding desire to feel your mouth around it. You lick at the oozing pearlescent pre gathering at his slit. The moan he emits at the feeling rushes straight to your cunt. Your hand flies under your dress and beneath your sopping panties, Rin’s cheeks fill with a pink tint at the sight. He hadn’t expected you to touch yourself, his ego climbs heights he hadn’t thought possible at your overzealous act.

“Baby, please… please suck my cock.” he begs. You nod, mewling as you sink your mouth entirely onto him. “F-uck. Good girl, such a good girl.” he groans. You feel his hand cup your face, angling your vision so that your watery eyes are focused on him. He sees the pleasure building in you as you stare back at him.

Your little fingers aren’t enough to satiate the burning need pulsating at your core. But seeing Rin’s facial expressions are more than enough to keep you motivated. You want to make him proud. You want to make him cum. You take his cock entirely down your throat, and pride fills your body when he throws his head back.

He looks down at you, and he bites at his lower lip as you suck and choke around his length, tears spilling over your lash line as you take him more and more.

“Fuck, baby, you like this?” he asks, and you nod without hesitation. He thrusts his hips and fucks into your face until you’re choking on him. His hand grips into your hair and forms a makeshift ponytail as he continues to pound into your mouth like you’re his own personal fuck toy. He pulls you away reluctantly, giving you a chance to breathe. Though that isn’t why he did it. He wants to hear how good you feel. He wants to study the tears welling at your eyes. “You’re such a cute slut for me… cryin’ for my cock? Fucking adorable.” he grins.

You sob, unable to stop yourself. You rest your hands on his thighs as you sniffle, allowing him the time to really enjoy how pathetic and desperate you are.

“Love making you feel good…” you speak, shyly. “I—”

You don’t get the chance to speak anymore when he forces you back down on his cock. His eyes are heavy and filled with lust as he carries on rutting his hips into your face. You can’t stop yourself from twirling your fingers through his dark pubes. It’s the only thing keeping you grounded in reality as the feeling of his cock entirely takes over every synapse in your brain.

It’s unrelenting. He can’t stop himself as the tears continue to fall. Fat tears rolling without end down your hollowed cheeks. He batters his length into your drooling mouth, a mixture of spit and pre rolling down your chin and coating his balls as he repeatedly slams himself in and out. His thick length clogs your airways with each thrust. He can’t believe the pretty, lewd noises leaving you as you do your best to take him. The sputtering doesn’t cease, and knowing he’s so big that you can’t help but gag is making him mad with lust.

He holds your head with both of his large hands, keeping you in place as he fucks his length down your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, baby. Take it, ‘m cumming.” he warns you, a loud grunt following as ropes of tangy white cream spurt down your throat before you can barely get a taste. You show him your empty mouth, and he kisses your forehead in response. You hear your phone buzz, your head turning to acknowledge the sound. But he pulls you back, lifting you onto his lap before standing up with you in his hold. “I got carried away.” he kisses your lips.

“No it’s okay, I had fun.” you smile, kissing him back.

“You make me fucking crazy. Crying like that, over my cock? You’re so sweet.” he tells you, kissing you again. “Have you always been such a cry baby? I like it, a lot.” he whispers before kissing lovingly along your neck. You roll your eyes, kissing him and giggling against his lips. Before you can answer you hear your phone buzz again,

“Sorry, I should check that.” you tell him. He sets you down and tucks his cock back into his underwear and jeans. You smile when you feel him hug you from behind, kissing him before checking your texts.

Bestie 💖: are u still at the shop? hot boy has a gf :( i can see him getting a blowy through the window Bestie 💖: ugh they look so cute i hate her, i rly thought he liked you!!

Your blood runs cold as you feel the vibration of another text coming through. Rin smiles, tucking his head into your neck to offer a calming kiss while you read your texts together.

Bestie 💖: OH MY GOD YOU BITCH! IT’S YOU! YOU FUCKING BITCH!

You reluctantly look up, and Rin does the same. You see your best friend standing by the window with a shocked expression on her face. She holds her phone up and takes quick picture as you and Rin wave at her through the window. You look down to see a notification from her, the picture is now available for your whole Snapchat group chat to see.

“I gotta remember to close my blinds at night.” he laughs.

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strawheart-pirate · 1 year ago

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Blackleg Sanji x gn!Reader

December 15th 2023 Words: 1177 CW: SFW / Modern AU / no/pre relationship / mentions of alcohol, but no drinking / flirting / very suggestive talk / a kiss / Sanji may be a bit ooc, but he’s precious

You met up with Sanji to go Christmas shopping and got more than you bargained for.

You waited outside the mall to meet Sanji. The traffic was much lighter than you expected, so you arrived a little early. Sanji was on time and complained that you hadn't told him. He felt bad that you had to wait. You shrugged it off and assured him that it wasn't a big deal before you both entered the mall.

"Are you ready for our big Christmas gift hunt? What do you have on your list?" Sanji asked with a determined smile.

"I have to get something for my father. He discovered his love for whisky this year. So, I thought maybe you could recommend something?" I asked Sanji. "What do you need?"

"I want to buy a new suit for myself and something for my sister, but I don't know exactly what. Could you help me with that?"

"Of course, Sanji. Let's go!"

It took you three stops to find the perfect gift for Reiju: a white headset with cat ears, neon lights and pink details. You'd been to Sanji's house many times, and you'd seen her in online games often enough. You were sure she would like it. Sanji was pleased that you were so attentive, and the two of you made your way to the next shop.

"So, what kind of whisky has your father tried so far?" asked Sanji as he slowly walked down the aisle, looking at the variety of fine whiskies.

"He had one of those classic bourbons and one with a strong, smoky aroma. The ones where you open the bottle and the whole room smells like you're sitting in the smoke of a bonfire." You wrinkled your nose.

"I see. And which did he like better?" asked Sanji, scratching his short goatee thoughtlessly.

"I think it was the smoky one." You looked at the bottles. Some were fancy, others simple.

"Then maybe we should go for something in between. Smooth, but with a nice smoky flavor. Let's see... Ah, this would be good." He took the bottle from the shelf and handed it to you. "It's not too expensive either. What do you think of it?"

"Looks good," you said, looking at the bottle and reading the text on it. It sounded very appropriate for your father and you smelled it. The smell of smoke made you wrinkle your nose, but it was a much more pleasant smell than the last one your father had.

"Yes, I like this one. We'll take it with us. Thanks, Sanji." You gave him a grateful smile.

"The pleasure was all mine." He said gently as you paid and you both left with another gift inside the bag.

Jolly Christmas music played as you entered the next shop. It was a suit shop and Sanji was a regular customer here. He knew exactly where to look. But before he decided if he wanted to try on an item, he showed it to you to get your approval. Soon he had three different suits in his arms and you walked over to the dressing rooms. Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas Is You" was playing as you sat on one of the chairs and waited for Sanij to change and show you the first suit. You bobbed your head to the music.

The song was coming to an end when the curtain was pulled aside with a flourish and Sanji appeared. His lips moved in sync with the music and he pointed his finger at you as he sang "All I want for christmas iiiiiis - youuuuuu", moving his hips to the rhythm. You giggled and so did he, this little playful banter really lightened the mood. When you regained your composure, you gave him your honest opinion about the suit and the other two he tried on. He then chose the first one, which had been both your and his favorite from the start.

Sanji put on his own clothes again. He put away the things he didn't want to take with him and the two of them went to the cashier with the suit he wanted to buy. The cashier looked like a bodybuilder and went to work. When he told Sanji the price, his jaw dropped. He had completely forgotten to look at the price... He regained his composure and looked at the man angrily. He had been shopping with Nami often enough to know all her tricks, so he tried his best.

"There's no way that suit is worth that much money. Look at the quality. Did you see the stitching on the seams? I want at least 70% off!" said Sanji loudly and overdramatically.

The cashier looked unimpressed. "You don't have to buy it, sir."

Sanji's expression changed from anger to surprise and he had to think of another way to get a discount quickly. He swallowed. There was one last thing he could try... .... He swallowed his pride and decided to try one last time because he really wanted this suit and most of all he wanted to impress you.

"You know, I want it. It just fits this masterpiece of a body perfectly. You'd be impressed." He said in a deep, flirtatious voice, his eyes half-lidded with a fiery gaze.

You coughed to keep from choking on his performance. You could tell how uncomfortable he was by the way he pressed his foot to the ground. The muscles in his thigh were tense and showing through his pants. But you had to admit, he was pretty damn tempting right now, so you distracted yourself with the socks and belts that were on a rack near the cash register.

"Oh, do you think your special someone over there would be okay with that? Because I'd like to see your body underneath me, blondie." The cashier purred and leaned over the counter to get closer to Sanji.

"Oh, don't worry about them, they are not what I want. But you, my dear, are an amuse-gueule I’d like to taste." Sanji leaned over and whispered the last words into the cashier's ear.

You had to avert your eyes because the way the two men looked at each other was steaming hot and had you blushing. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw that Sanji had paid and gotten a big discount as well as the receipt with the cashier's number on it. You were about to go over to him and leave the store when the cashier pulled him back by his tie and gave him a passionate kiss across the counter. Sanji didn't even have time to react as he let go of him and blew him another kiss as we hurried out of the store.

"Sanji, oh my..."

"Don't. I'm not going to talk about it. I have to rinse my mouth out with mouthwash or even sanitizer first..." said Sanji. His face was full of disgust, but the blush on it was sweet. You giggled and took him to the nearest drugstore. At least he got a 40% discount on the suit.

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daadddysprincessss · 3 years ago

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that’s impossible (this is a repost from my old blog)

pairings: y/n x jim mason x stepbro michael langdon

summary: you’ve been having weird, even daring dream about your stepbrother michael, but how could you think this way when your madly in love with Jim Mason ...? maybe it was the way michael made you feel - constantly on the edge of your seat and stressed ? or maybe it’s the way his eye dragged you in wanting more ??

little things: anything in italic is dreams !

warnings: stepbrother (which IS NOT related by blood)

i think im in love with my stepbro,

‘no, im in love with jim mason’ - you cant tell me otherwise i spoke to myself softly.

‘Eventually everything fades, even the brightest colours turns to grey’ - jims name melted into michael - but how? you loved everything about jim - those ocean blue eyes that pull you into the deep end, his soft smile that makes you feel an instant comfort, and his hair - ugh those soft chocolate brown curls, his hair always smelt like salt water; but then there was his darkside, everything you hated but learned to love. tell me how michael crept into my mind, hes just such - ugh an arrogant asshole, the way he struts around the house thinking he owned the place, and the way hed deepen his eyes when you were talking to him - making it seem as if you owed him something, but then his blonde shaggy hair - you would think he was a laid back surfer, but no he was a douchey little fuck boy who would use any girl in a heart beat. michael did have a soft side (somewhat) - like at dinner with your parents he was so sweet with the soft glances and cheerful smiles - WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT MICHAEL HES YOUR STEPBROTHER YOU NEED TO STOP

“fuck fuck fuck” you screamed into your pillow - you were stressed and upset with yourself. “i cant do this anymore - i just cant.”

“cant do what?” Michael laughed - when the fuck did he get here - his tall lean body was leaning against your door frame with his arms crossed -

“excuse me? why would you even come in here?” you spat at him

“you sounded upset and it seemed funny” he smiled -

ugh that devilish grin, yet it was so fucking hot - “its not funny but thanks, can you just fuck off please” you stood up and shot towards the door - you lifted your hand to slam the door but michael grabbed your wrist -

“now now, dont make daddy discipline you” michael snarled at you - his grip tightened on your hand

“let go -” you pulled your hand away and rubbed your wrist - “goodbye michael” - you spoke sharply before slamming the door.

you grunted loudly and spun around - “boo” michael laughed in your face when you turned around

“HOW-” michaels lips collided with yours -

“y/n” your mum touch your shoulder softly - “your gonna be late for your first day of college - come on, wake up sweetie”

your eyes shot open as your heart raced “what the fuck” you said breathlessly - “it was a dream?” you spoke softly

“what was a dream sweetheart” Michael stood at your door eyeing you up as your mum walked past him

“nothing - please leave michael.” you shot out of bed and slammed the door. your heart was pounding, you were sweating “disgusting” you spoke softly to yourself. *buzz buzz* your phone light up - “jim!” you ran over to your phone

“jimmy” you practically yelled

“cuddlefish - are you still able to pick me up for class, i was just getting worried cause i havent heard from you yet.”

“fuck what time is it ?” you looked at your screen “we have 30 minutes jimmy, lots of time” -

“haha okay, ill be waiting for you babe”

“love youuuuuu” you sang to jim - you quickly hung up the phone and got ready. you grabbed jims hoodie and threw it on with your favourite pair of shorts - your hair was thrown into a messy yet slightly styled bun. you quickly ran down the stairs grabbed your bag with your books and headed out the door - there he was- “what do you want michael”

there he stood, tall, lean, shaggy golden blonde hair - he was in your favourite pair of skinny jeans he owned - ‘god he looked so good’ - “what ?? i cant tell my favourite step sister to have a good first day of college” his voice was laid back - it didnt sound like him.

“im gonna be late - but thanks” you shrugged him off

“ill be quick then - since were going to the same place mind if i catch a ride?” he smiled from ear to ear - ‘ugh those pearly white teeth, and his perfect smile’

“uh - sure i guess, but were picking up jimmy and he gets front seat” you rolled your eyes

“thanks sis” michael laughed as he was already throwing his bags in the back seat beside him.

#stepbro michael #michael langdon #jim mason #michael langdon x female reader #michael langdon x you #michael langdon x reader #jim mason x reader #cody fern #jim mason x female reader #jim mason x you #reposting from my old blog :(

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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The Next Step-Technoblade

This is a Technoblade x gn!reader in the dreamsmp! 🎻 this one’s for youuuuuu! I hope you enjoy!

Techno has a serious conversation with his father about his lover, Y/N and their future plans.

Technoblade’s POV

A knock on my front door startled me out of my concentration. I was currently cooking dinner in the kitchen. I know it may be surprising, the famed Blood God actually cooking dinner, but Y/N is coming over and I want everything to be perfect for them. Speaking of, they’re really early.

I hastily set down the knife I was currently using to chop vegetables with, wiping my hands on the apron Y/N bought me and quickly made my way to the door. “Hey, you’re-- not Y/N” I stated, opening the front door to see my father standing there with a raised eyebrow. “No, I’m not… Can I still come in though?” He teased, motioning past me. I nodded and moved out of the doorway, “Of course.”

Dadza made his past me and into the kitchen. “Need some help?” He asked, his eyes scanning the many pots and pans strewn about the place. “Please,” I practically begged, moving back to the cutting board to resume chopping. I heard my father chuckle behind me as he moved to one of the counters before helping me make Y/N dinner.

“So… I assume all of this is for Y/N. What’s the special occasion?” Philza asked, looking down into his pot. “No occasion. Just wanted to make them dinner.” I answered, turning slightly to put the veggies in a nice salad. Philza let out a laugh causing me to turn to him and see the huge grin that had spread upon his face. “What?” I questioned, moving to the pan that had the beginning of a sauce in it. “Nothing… It’s just nice to see my son so in love… Are you sure there’s nothing special happening?”

I couldn’t help the redness that bloomed onto my cheeks at Dadza’s words. “Well… Yes… but no.” I responded, trying to brush that topic off. He didn’t let me get away from it that easily. He set the pot he was holding down and stared at me, crossing his arms in front of him, silently commanding me to go on. I set my pan down and took a deep breath, “I’ve been thinking about asking them to move in with me,” I admitted, bringing my hand up to the back of my head and scratching.

Philza’s face immediately bloomed back into a bright smile, “That’s amazing son. Truly,” “Really?” I sheepishly questioned, “You sure it’s not too soon. We’ve only been going steady a few months and I don’t want to make them uncomfortable.” Dadza simply shook his head, “No. I don’t think it’s too soon. I think that you two are perfect for each other and it will work out perfectly.” I cleared my throat and went back to my saucepan, “Yeah. I guess… It’s mostly because I want them to be safe. You know with the Butcher Army coming after me and all. I wouldn’t want them to be alone… That’s all,” I rushed, trying to throw him off the real reason. I should have known my father would be harder to trick than that.

Philza’s eyebrow moved back into its raised position as he continued to stare me down. “You sure about that?” He pressed, his eyes boring hole in my head. Not able to make eye contact any longer, I looked back to the smooth sauce that I was creating in my pan, “Yep,” I popped, slowly stirring the concoction. A beat of silence before, “Techno… You’re cooking dinner,” He stated plainly. “So?” I fired back, still not looking up at him. “And you’re wearing an apron” He deadpanned this time. I froze in my movement before speaking up once more, “....It’s fashionable!”

I didn’t have to look at him to know he rolled his eyes. “Every room in your house is spotless, except the kitchen that’s a given, you’re not trying to impress them?” I felt my throat close a bit before I shook my head, “Nope.” Finally he decided to bring out the big guns, “Techno, what’s in your spare room?” He questioned, his arms still folded in front of him. ‘Well damn,’ I mentally cursed as I closed my eyes in frustration. He got me there.

Y/N’s dog. That’s what was in that side room. The same dog I swore would never stay in my house because they make too much noise and requires too much attention. But Y/N asked if they could stay here while they made renovations to their home and I couldn’t deny my lover. I would never admit this to others, but at night that dog had weaseled her way into my bed and slept at my feet.

My silence spoke louder than any of my words could have. A satisfied smirk found it’s way on my father’s face. “That’s what I thought,” Dadza announced, uncrossing his arms. I let out a sigh before looking over to my father, “I love them so much dad. I’m ready to take the next step with them,” I admitted, setting the sauce pan down. Dadza’s face softened at my confession causing him to move closer to me, “Oh Tech,” He murmured, reaching up and pulling me in a soft hug. “I’m scared that I’ll scare them away,” I muttered into his shoulder, wrapping my arms around my father.

Philza gave me a tight squeeze before speaking, “I know you. And I know Y/N. Let me tell you kid, there are no two people out there that are more perfect for one another than you too. They love you so much son, I can tell. When they get here… Just ask kiddo, they’re going to say yes,” he comforted, giving me another squeeze before letting me go. I let out a deep breath and nodded, “Thanks Dadza, that’s really comforting.” “Anytime kiddo.”

Our sweet moment was halted by a soft knock on my front door. I looked to my dad with panicked wide eyes, “They’re here,” I rushed, looking around at the unfinished dinner. Philza let out a small chuckle before patting me on the back, “Go let them in. I’ll finish up in here.” I gave my father a thankful smile before taking off to the front door.

I took a deep breath with my hand on the knob, calming myself down before opening the door, the beautiful face of my partner greeting me. “Hello love,” I greeted Y/N as I moved out of the doorway of my front door, allowing them access to my home. “Hello lover,” Y/N greeted, reaching up and pressing a quick kiss to my cheek, causing me to slightly blush at the affection. “How are you?” They questioned, walking past me further into the house. “I’m good. How are you my love?” I questioned, leaning down and pressing a kiss to their cheek while helping them take their coat off. Heat flooded their cheeks at the kiss, but they gave me a sweet smile, “I’m well lover. What smells so good?” They asked, slowly walking toward the kitchen. “Oh, I made dinner,” I answered, reaching out and grabbing their hands. “Oh perfect, I’m starving,” Y/N responded.

Philza had really cleaned up the kitchen well. Everything was now in organized lines and two plates and cups were set out. “Oh hello Philza!” Y/N greeted, rushing forward to pull my father in a hug. He immediately accepted the hug, throwing me a fond look over Y/N’s shoulder. I felt my heart go soft at the interaction, “Hello Y/N… I was just leaving actually,” Dadza stated, pulling away from the hug and moving toward me. He gave me a quick hug before saying his goodbyes to us, and of course us returning them. And then there were too.

“Techno, did you do all of this?” Y/N asked incredulously looking around at all the dishes. A sheepish smile fell on my lips as I nodded, “Yeah… Dadza helped a little, but I did most of it,” I explained, moving closer to Y/N. A huge grin fell onto their lips as they wrapped me in a surprise hug, “Thank you. You didn’t have to do all this for me,” “I wanted too”

The two of us quickly made our plates before sitting at the table together. Before we began to eat, I cleared my throat, “Hey Y/N. There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you… I was wondering, maybe, only if you wanted to. I wouldn’t want to force you into something you have no interest in because I love you too much for that and I wouldn’t-” “Techno,” Y/N called cutting me off, “I love you too, but please get to the point.” “Do you want to move in with me?” I questioned in a rush. Y/N was slightly taken back at the question, but immediately nodded in excitement, “Yes! Of course, I would love to!” They cheered, standing up from their seat and rushing over to me, plopping themselves in my lap and pressing kissing to my face and to my lips.

I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my throat, “Had I known this would be the reaction, I would have asked a long time ago,” I joked in between kisses. Sweet giggles escaped Y/N’s throat, “I’ve been wanting to move in with you for a while but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Besides what kind of person asks to barge into another’s space?” They giggled, kissing me once more. “I love you so much,” I murmured against their lips. “I love you too lover. So much,” the responded in the same tone.

I let out a content sigh once they pulled away from my lips. I was so lucky to have such an amazing partner who I love and who loves me. I cannot wait to live together under the same roof and to always see them. I can’t wait.

There you have it! I really hope you enjoyed! If so, be sure to leave a like!

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vien0w0 · 3 years ago

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What if Fundy was there with Quackity and Slimescicle when they were being attacked by Purpled and Fundy made a deal with Mumza in order to save Slimescicle?

HOOOO THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION!!

i'm gonna make a sorta headcanon thing sorta actually writing jxhskvqksgid this is giving me so many ideas thank youuuuuu

when Fundy saw the chest, he was suspicious of it.

whether it was his animal instincts telling him to book it or his mind telling him Purpled is acting weird, he can't tell.

but what he can, he knows he shouldn't be there. that he should grab Slime and – hell – Quackity and fucking run for the hills

but he doesn't.

he stays close to Quackity, slightly behind him as Slime opens the chest. when said mob turned around with a look of confusion, saying "There's nothi– oh", and the dawning realization hits him and Slime. Fundy turns to look at Purpled, the cold look in the kids eyes said it all.

his ears fold, he shakily reaches for his sword

then he noticed the lever, and it was pulled before any of them could react. Purpled followed down

"Fundy, I'll let you leave alive. So go", Purpled called out, placing his gear on

Fundy and Quackity did the same

Fundy wanted to leave, he didn't care for Quackity that much, but Purpled didn't tell Slime to leave. he was fond of the pile of goo, he didn't like the thought of him being hurt

the argument between Quackity and Purpled began, Fundy stayed quiet.

he was a few strides away from Slime, his shield and sword on the ready to defend

Fundy kept glancing nervously between Quackity and Purpled

he didn't know what to do

then Quackity admitted that "even if I had the book, I wouldn't give it to you"

Fundy's fur stood on end when Purpled said "Have it your way" and turned around

at first he thought Purpled was coming for him, but then he saw him ender pearl behind him

Fundy leapt into action, pouncing on Purpled with a growl before he reached Slime

"Fundy!" said man yelled, his hand reaching out nervously. Quackity came sprinting over

"Don't you fucking dare hurt him!" Fundy and Quackity both yelled, Fundy didn't swear however

Purpled escaped Fundy's grasp, pearling to the other side of the platform

"Not you too", Purpled said angrily. "He manipulated both of us! He's using us! He's manipulating and using him!"

"I don't care about that, I'm mot gonna watch you kill my friend!" Fundy yelled back, his mouth twisted in a snarl.

Purpled was mad, but he knew he'd lost. he wouldn't be winning this two on one fight

so he left, before Fundy or Quackity could reach him

they were about to follow, before they heard a strained "Hey guys..." from Slime

when they turned, they saw he looked... more slime-y than usual, as if he was slightly melting

"I'm not feeling hydrated, could you dap me up with some moisture?" he asked with a nervous smile

Quackity rushed over, searching his inventory for a bucket

Fundy offered him one

they made a small two by two hole for Slime and filled it with water

Slime went in, sinking in and sucking in a bit of the moisture

"Fundy from L'Manberg, thank you for saving me back there" Slime said with a warm smile

Fundy stammered out a "it wasn't a big deal"

"Yes it was, Fundy from L'Manberg! I would've turned to dust if you didn't!"

the reminder that Slime could've died hurt both men, Slime seemed unaffected with the information, just smiling at both

Quackity offered some steak for Fundy, saying a small "thank you". both knew he was thanking him for saving Slime

they then looked for a way out together, and once they did they got Slime out of the water and made their way over

once they were out, Slime snatched Fundy in a hug, his huge muscles caging the fox hybrid in them

"Thank you again Fundy! You're a real one!", Slime said with a smile that could rival the sun

"C'mon Slime, we need to get you somewhere safe" Quackity said, slowly and gently easing Slime's arms from around Fundy. "Also, Fundy, tell the others that Purpled is a traitor and he should be captured or killed on sight" Fundy simply nodded, and started walking away, before Quackity spoke up again. "And seriously, thank you"

"It's nothing, anything for a friend I guess"

KAJHEJGDIDHGD I WROTE THIS IN ONE SITTING LET'S GOOO!!

i hope this is what you're looking for, sorry if it isn't! don't be afraid to ask for more and have a great day!! [:

c!Fundy in this at c!Purpled: i think the fuck not you tricky ass bitch

edit: hshegjrgsh i realized you asked that if he made a deal with Mumza omg i'm gonna writw that separately i'm so sorry kdbejdhjegdjgekhw [':

#slimecicle #dapduo #vienowo's cooky crazy writings #vienowo's headcanons #dream smp hc #dream smp #c!slimecicle #c!charlie #c!quackity #c!fundy #c!purpled #i am on a caffeine high somebody give me more to write this is so much fun omg

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k3rm1e · 4 years ago

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hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

sickly

:^) anon my beloved;;;;; i love your brain. this could go two ways depending on whether you’re staying with phil or if you guys are online so i went with your staying with him. i also did a one shot but if you want hcs i hv no problem writing some :) i hope this is good!

cw: cursing

mumza and dadza take care of you:

it had finally happened. while covid wasn't fully over just yet, many had gotten the vaccine and conventions were opening up again. which meant two things: meetups and twitchcon. finally, you could meet some of your supporters and see your friends.

“mom, are we almost there?” your mom was driving you to the airbnb you’d be staying at with a few of the other dream smp members. at first, you assumed you’d all be staying in separate hotel rooms. but, this way, you could spend more time with friends, save money, and your mom wouldn’t have to be with you the whole time. there had already been many long conversations between philza and your mom to make sure you’d be safe staying with everyone.

“yes, sweetie. almost there. we’re just two minutes closter than when you asked earlier.” ok, sue you, maybe you were a bit excited. but really, who could blame you? making in person friends had never been easiest, so the majority of your friendship were with people online. not being able to see or meet anyone for so long had been excruciatingly painful.

within ten minutes, you had finally arrived at the airbnb. quickly jumping out you ran to the door, obnoxiously ringing the doorbell. through the door, you heard an accented voice yell out, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”. at this point you were springing up and down on your tippy-toes, ready to spring out of your skin.

the door opened and you were greeted by a very tired and annoyed looking wilbur, “hello?”.

` “WILBURRRR!!!” you were screaming in his face (unintentionally), waking him up from his drowsiness. you launched yourself in his arms, not paying attention to your mother’s bewildered expression. you quickly let go of him and shoved past him, “i’m gonna go say hi to everyone!” distantly you heard wilbur begin to talk to your mother, explaining what you guys were doing.

while running around you said hi to tommy, tubbo, ranboo, eret, fundy, niki, techno, phil and kristin. the others were either staying in another airbnb or in their own hotel rooms. after about thirty minutes, wilbur had finally stopped talking to your mom.

“yes, ma’am. i can promise you they’ll be completely safe. you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” wilbur was calmly talking with your mother, looking more and more tired by the minute.

“alright. thank you.” your mother called you over. “come give me a hug and say bye!” slowly dragging your limbs over, you let her hug you. behind you you could hear wilbur and phil laughing at you.

“bye mom…” she was holding onto you tightly, petting down your hair.

“oh, sweetie, i love you so much. i’m so happy you found something you're passionate about and made so many lovely friends while doing so.” as much as you loved your mom, the small snickers behind you were getting quite embarrassing. you could hear that tommy had joined in on the laughing.

“... i love you too, mom. can you let go now?” you tried pulling back, but all she did was pull you closer.

“oh, but i just don’t wanna let you go. i love you so much, you know that right?”

“i know, mom. i love you too. but you’ve gotta get home and i have to unpack and get ready for meeting with fans tomorrow.” you finally got her to pull away, “i love you mom, okay? thank you for letting me do this.”

“oh, i love you too, sweetie.” and with that, your mom left. after watching her pull out of the driveway and down the street, you whipped around.

“not. a. single. word.” you stared dead in the boy’s eyes, seeing just how much wilbur was about to burst out laughing.

“what? personally, i think it’s very sweet.” tommy was smiling, purposely pissing you off. “so sweet, how much your mom loves you.”

“shut your fucking mouth, tommy.” you stared deadpan at him and began walking inside and over to the kitchen.

“what? i didn’t say anything wrong! i was just simply commenting on your very, very sweet relationship with your mother.”

kristin moved forward to talk to you, “for what it’s worth, i do thing you hae a very sweet relationship with your mom.”

“thank you. you’re the only good one in this house, kristin minecraft.” with that she laughed, and you all continued on with your evening. after staying up late watching old youtube videos, you all went to bed. in the morning you would have your first day of three at twitchcon, meeting fans and other creators alike.

for around 10 hours, you stood in booths signing fanart, prints, notebooks, and the like. meeting so many different people was eye opening, just learning who supported you. at the end of the day everyone went to a restaurant to eat dinner after so long.

“this food… is so… fucking good.”

“agreed.” you and the rest of the so-called ‘bench trio’ were eating at what wilbur had deemed the ‘kiddy table’. after eating so much food you were all tired. the rest of your friends had already left, walking back to the airbnb. when it was finally time to leave the restaurant, it was pouring rain.

“WHY IS THE RAIN SO COLD IT’S LITERALLY SUMMER”

after running home you had gone to sleep while the others had changed and taken showers. after sleeping for around ten hours, you had finally woken up. frankly, you felt like dogshit. you could barely breathe out of your stuffy nose and your head felt like it had been shoved full of wet cotton balls.

instead of staying in bed, you got up and tried to get ready. on the way downstairs to get food and see who was making so much noise, you fell face first down the stairs. “owwwww…”

hearing a ruckus, phil and kristin left the kitchen, where they were making pancakes. “holy shit! are you alright, mate?”

pushing phil over, kristin walked over to you, “obviously they’re not okay phil! the poor kid is lying on the floor.”

slowly getting up, you try to reassure both of them that you’re okay. “no, no, no, don’t worry. i am perfectly okay.” while you don’t know exactly how you sound, based on the expression on phil’s face, you don't think you sound very good.

“uh, yeah, how about no. you sound like you’ve draken a whale bottle of vodka.” phil walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, trying to hold you up.

“i’m fineeee”

“no, your fucking not. you’re burning up.” phil looked at you, angrily. “you need to go to bed.”

“but i don’t wannaaaaa. i feel fineeee.” you felt like crying, for absolutely no reason. with that, you passed out on the floor.

phil and kristin somehow managed to get you back up the stairs and into bed. once you were safely in your room, with no risk of cracking your skull open, phil took your temperature. “mate, your temperature is at nearly 102°. you’re lucky i don’t take you to a hospital.” he started at you, disapprovingly.

“i’m sorryyyyy dadza. are you mad at me?” in your deluded state you pouted at him, like a child.

“no, i’m not mad at you. just disappointed. you should’ve known not to do that. you’re old enough to know when you’re sick.” he stared at you with a disapproving look.

“but that’s even worseeeeee” you felt like balling your eyes out. out of embarrassment, you tried to hide under your blanket. “can you tell mumza i’m sorry for worrying her?”

above you, you heard phil laugh. “it’s not that big a deal, kid. i’m just upset. you could’ve seriously hurt yourself. i was worried.”

“you were worried about me? awwwww, i love you too dadza.” you moved your head out of the blankets, smiling at him with dried tears and sweat on your face.

“yeah, yeah. now shut up and go to bed.”

kristin walked in, hearing what he said. “phil, don’t bully the kid. they already feel like shit.” out of the corner of your eye, you saw her look over to phil and smile at him.

“i’m not doing anything, swear on my life!” he put his hands up in defense of himself, making you laugh.

turning away from him, she directed her next question towards you. “how you feeling, kid? took quite a tumble there.” she smiled at you and ushed your hair out of your face.

“i’m sorry for worrying youuuuuu. i love you, mumza. promise.”

laughing, she leaned down to kiss you on the head. “love you too, kid. now, want me to sit with you and we can all watch some netflix or something?”

you silently nodded and the two of them joined you on the bed, not caring very much if they got sick. after not even an hour, you all passed out.

a few hours later, everyone returned back from the convention. let’s just say wilbur now had some very valuable blackmail.

hope you like it! this was so wholesome i- wfowcsjvri

i want parents like dadza and mumza now

#:^) anon #mcyt x reader #philza x reader #mumza x reader #is that a tag?#idk

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danurso-impact · 4 years ago

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Temptation

Childe walked down the streets of mondstadt, happily humming and looking around the dark streets until he spotted a familiar blonde girl standing outside of angel's share. He would probably get a punch for that, but he decided to sneak behind the girl and cover her eyes.

Childe: guess who? Ojou-chan.

He was already prepared to get a hook straight to the face, but what happened instead was much more shocking to him.

Lumine: Childee! *turns around, jumping on him and making them both fall*

Childe: *shocked* O-ojou-chan? What are you-

Lumine: *with red cheeks and a smile on her face* i just wanted to hug *hic* you.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and managed to get even closer to him. Childe felt his own cheeks heating up at the sudden closeness, he would ask what's wrong with her, but the strong scent coming from her breath was just the answer he needed.

Childe: Ojou-chan, did you drink alcohol?

Lumine: no, just a few glasses of wine. *hic* Why do you ask?

Childe: *sigh* who on their right mind would give alcohol to an unaccompanied young lady like you? I'll probably need to have a talk to the bartender. *gets up*

Lumine: *still clinging on him*

Childe: Ojou-chan, can you please let go for a second?

Lumine: hehehe, childe is so tall.

Childe: Ojou-chan please-

Lumine: noooo~ i want you to *hic* carry me.

Childe: *sighs, holding her in his arms* i should probably take you home first anyways.

Lumine: *snuggling on his chest* childe's arms are so strong, and your chest is *hic* so warm too~

Childe: *blushing* good gods, i don't know if this is a gift or a punishment.

*a few minutes later, at Lumine's house*

Childe: *putting lumine on her bed* there, have a good night Ojou-

Lumine: *pulls him on top of her*

Childe: O-

Lumine: *with a pout* Can you stop calling me like that already?

Childe: Alright. Lumine?

Lumine: *smiling* Yes?

Childe: can you let me go please?

Lumine: I don't want to.

Childe: But i-

Lumine: nooooo. I want you to staaay.

Childe: stay? Hah, I thought you hated me Ojou-chan.

Lumine: I don't hate you. I love you, you dummy.

Childe: wait. . . *red* what?

Lumine: I love youuuuuu. Can you stay now?

Childe: I-i'm sorry Ojou-chan, but i really need to leave. *breaks free and tries to leave*

Lumine: wait!

Childe: *looks back to her, still with pink cheeks*

Lumine: It's lonely when you're not around, and when you are I feel happy and safe. . . *tearing up* please don't leave me alone Ajax.

Childe: That's a low blow Ojou-chan. . . . . .fine, I'll stay until you fall asleep, just please don't cry.

Lumine: *nods, with a small smile*

Childe: *sighs, sitting on the bed next to her*

Lumine: Ajax?

Childe: yeah?

Lumine: Can I get a goodnight kiss?

Childe: a what!?

While Childe tried to shake off the shock from her request, Lumine closed her eyes and reached out for him, waiting for a kiss. Childe's eyes were locked on her soft pink lips, and there wasn't anything he wanted more in the world than fulfilling her request, but after taking in a deep breath and gathering his self control, he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Lumine: *pouts* coward.

Childe: sorry Ojou-chan, maybe when you're feeling better we can have a real kiss.

Lumine: you're such a dummy. . .can you hold my hand at least?

Childe: sure. *holds her hand* Good night Ojou-chan, sweet dreams.

Lumine: Good night. . .Ajax. . .zzz.

Childe: *sighs in relief, staying there for some time, just admiring her face* Honestly, I wonder what the other harbingers would say if they saw how much of a mess you make me.

He was about to stroke her hair when the sound of a door opening reached his ears, instantly his peaceful expression was replaced by a cold scowl. He summoned his water daggers and left the room, ready to slice anyone who was dumb enough to invade the house of his dear Ojou-chan.

Childe: *jumps behind the invader, holding his daggers agaimst his throat*

Venti: w-woah! Err. . .hello there.

Childe: Oh, it's just you. *sighs, undoing his daggers* What are you doing here bard?

Venti: me? Oh, i just came to check on the traveler.

Childe: She's fine, she's sleeping on her bed.

Venti: Really? *sighs in relief* Thank you, for taking care of her that is.

Childe: It was nothing.I'm just doing what I can for her.

Venti: That's very kind of you. *sighs* I'm relieved that she found you, I nearly had a heart attack when I couldn't find her. I knew that the wine I gave her was too strong for someone who almost never drinks.

Childe: wait. . .you gave her the wine?

Venti: yeah, she was stressed so i thought some wine could help.

Childe: *with a shadow cast over his eyes* so it's your fault she was in that state?

Venti: Well, honestly it was hers for not having limits to drink, but I did give her the wine so i guess i might have a drop of fault in this case.

Childe: . . . . . . .run.

Venti: what?

Childe: *boss form* i said run.

*next day, at the lunch store*

Lumine: *groans* My head hurts.

Amber: *sheepishly* of course it does, i don't think i've ever seen you drink so much wine like yesterday.

Lumine: I did? Ugh, last night is all a blur, i don't even know how i got back home.

Childe: *behind lumine* You can thank me for that Ojou-chan.

Lumine: CHILDE!? *groans, holding her head in pain* Oww, don't scare me like that. . .my head is killing me. Stupid hangover.

Childe: well, if you avoided these drinks you would be okay now Ojou-chan.

Lumine: shut up, i don't need that talk now. So, it was you who took me back home?

Childe: Yup, you're welcome Ojou-chan.

Lumine: *looks back at amber* Can you please check around my body to see if he did anything to me while I was drunk?

Childe: ouch. Do you really think I would take advantage of you in such a state, Ojou-chan?

Lumine: *deadpans* Honestly? I still don't know what to think about you.

Childe: That's mean, I took care of you like any nice person would do, in fact, I think I even deserve a reward for helping you out.

Lumine: sorry, but i don't think i have enough mora to pay someone rich like you, and i'm not in condition to fight either.

Childe: well, that's sad. But since you can't pay or fight, i think i can accept just a kiss as a reward.

Lumine: *blushes* a-a what!?

Childe: a kiss, just a little one. *grins* You know I deserve it Ojou-chan.

Lumine: *red* n-not in a million years you pervert! *gets up* i-i have daily commissions to do now, please leave me alone. *storms away with smoke coming out of her head*

Amber: *leaves with her*

Childe: *sighs* I guess that's what I get for being the good guy.

Venti: *behind him, full of bruises and cuts* don't worry, i bet she'll accept her feelings sooner or later.

Childe: *boss form again* and who told you to stop running!?

Venti: EEK!!! *bolts away* I SAID I WAS SORRY!!!!

Childe: *chasing him* GET BACK HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU BARD!!!

Venti: *crying* I'M SOORRYYYY!!!

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin traveler #genshin amber #genshin venti #genshin lumine #childe #traveler #lumine #venti #amber #genshin tartaglia #tartaglia #genshin tartaglia x lumine #genshin childe x lumine #childe x lumine #tartaglia x lumine #chilumi #genshin chilumi

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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❀on a summer’s eve | reader x hyunjin | ❀

or, a sequel to on a winter’s day

Pairing: self insert, female reader x hwang hyunjin

Genre: the fluffiest smut

Tags: confident!reader, shy!hyunjin, dancer au, college au, softnsubby!hyunjin, dom!reader, fluffy established relationship, comfort fic, slow-ish burn, popsicle/temperature play, face sitting, orgasm denial, oral (m & f receiving), choking, nipple play, dressin’ up hj like the pretty boy he is, praising, unprotected sex (be safe loves!), cockwarming

Word count: 5k

There are many things about Hyunjin that seem like they must be too good to be true. Often, you’d find a chuckle slipping past your lips thinking about how you must’ve done something world saving in your past life to deserve someone as unbelievable as him.

Gone were the days when you would plead for him to stay just a little while longer so you could savor just a couple more moments with him. Now, he was all yours. The nuisances of your feelings for him had dissipated like the little snowflakes that would melt into his skin.

“I want to stay with you like this forever.”

Hyunjin would draw little pictures into your skin when you would hold him in your arms. It was otherworldly how his bare body felt against yours as your limbs would be woven into the thin sheets of your bed. The two of you would wonder at the glow stars on your ceiling as if they were real constellations, and he would tell you every little thing about his day, or the songs that he wanted you to listen to.

During the cold months, he promised you that he would take you to see the real stars, not just the inkling of them that you could barely see due to the city’s glow. Hyunjin would actually make dozens of promises to you, so many, that you had lost track:

I promise to never miss you dance

I promise to share everything with you

I promise to hold you as tight as I can

I promise to keep you company when you are sad

I promise to hold your hand when it’s cold, and when it’s warm

I promise to take you to the sea

I promise to take you to the stars

✦✧✦✧

Hyunjin’s silvery blonde hair whipped at the slide of his face, getting little strands stuck in his mouth. Every once and a while you would hear him make little pah pah pah sounds to get it unstuck from his lips. It was partly his fault: he was the one that wanted the car window open. To your right, the great expanse of the sea stretched for as far as your eyes could fathom, and the foamy waves bubbled at the shore. It had been years since you had consumed the ocean’s aquamarine color.

The summer warmth kissed your skin as you outstretched your hand out from the window to wave your hand in the airstream. The outline of our hand traced the shimmering waves, pretending that you had become one with them.

You rested your chin on the windowsill, feeling Hyunjin’s hand reach out to you and squeeze your thigh. From the corner of your eye, you knew that he must have been smiling. His long fingers interlaced with yours and he pulled your hand to dote a tiny kiss on it.

“This has to be my favorite place!!” Hyunjin raised his voice over the wind. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!!!” you rang both of your hands in the air, motioning to the gorgeous scenery in front of you: it was the perfect little sea-town hugging the coast, built a little to hills which were adorned with blooming wildflowers and the greenest trees.

“I can’t wait to share it all with you.” His adorable little smile shone back rivaling warmth of the setting sun.

✦✧✦✧

The waves were loudest in your ears once you had reached the beach with gravel crackling under the tires. Seeing as it was nearly dinner time, the beach had cleared out slightly, leaving only a few beach-goers with their rainbow umbrellas and neon colored folding chairs. In front of you was the most breathtaking sunset that you had likely seen in all of your life: it appeared to be so impossibly real that you surmised that your brain tricked you into thinking you had dreamt it into reality.

“wow.” you gasped.

For being one that loved hearing the sound of your voice, there were often times when you were left speechless, and when you were, you would never forget.

Your fingers reached out to the glass of the windshield, following the way that the sky faded from sapphire blue, to azure, to burnt orange and red, then to pure white and yellow. A stripe of the sunset reflected upon the horizon that sparkled.

“Are you ready?” Hyunjin tucked a rogue strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Mmhm.”

ding-ding-ding went the opened car doors.

Hyunjin slicked his sweating roots under a cap, then grabbed out his camera. The humidity that rolled of the ocean flooded your pores and made your whole body swell with warmth. Your boyfriend fiddled with his camera settings with the sunset behind him, and you thought to yourself for the millionth time: he really was pure art.

His sleeveless shirt flapped at his sides where he held your hand and the heat from both of your bodies intertwined as you padded though the burning sand. You couldn’t remember the last time that you had felt the sand between your toes.

“Is it okay if I can take pictures of you?” Hyunjin shyly asked, squeezing your hand.

“Of course you can.” you allowed. “But! You have to let me take pictures of you as well! That’s my condition.”

Hyunjin groaned a little in retaliation. “You know that I don’t like--”

“--Jinnie, trust me, if you were in my head, you’d know how much I’m loosing my mind over how gorgeous you look here.”

“Nooo...I don’t think so--”

“I mean it!! Would you please let me show you?”

Hyunjin worriedly crossed his brows.

If only he knew what a fool for him you were.

With little warning, you launched yourself into his arms, nearly tackling the both of you to the ground.

“Hwang Hyunjin you are the prettiest boy that ever lived!! And I love youuuuuu!!”

Your boyfriend’s flushed face wrinkled into a smile and the little smile lines around his nose made your favorite appearance.

He laughed out, “And I love you tooooo!!!” then gave a peck to your forehead. “Fine, you can take pictures of me...but can we just keep them to ourselves?”

“Oookay then, if that’s what you would like.”

Tenderly, he cradled your face in his hands, holding your eyes with his own, then pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thank you for being my safe place.”

His whispers faded into the sound of the ebbing waves.

The setting sun warms your whole body when he leans in to kiss you with lips parted slightly. You must have kissed him hundreds of times, but it never changed. Each kiss with him was like the first: as if he cared for nothing else in the world, only you. When the two of you became one like this, you felt whole; bathed in the sense of utter peace that he would give to you. He found himself in you, pouring his love in every one of his fluttering kisses, and you would give it back, telling him wordlessly that he made up your world.

Hyunjin’s tongue slowly tested your bottom lip, eliciting a tiny squeak from your mouth, barely audible.

“Shouldn’t we save that for later?” You giggled into him.

He returned with an embarrassed little smirk to you. “I just...wanted to kiss you somewhere beautiful.”

You snuck your hand between the two of you, stealthily grasping the camera strap that hung loosely around his neck.

“I wanna go first!!

✦✧✦✧

Hyunjin tugged you out to the ocean, closer and closer until your feet sunk into the sand underneath you. By now, the red sun was nearly fully set into the horizon, and the two of you stood soaking up the last bits of its essence.

You slung your arm around Hyunjin’s waist, gripping hard. “Well, we’re getting in aren’t we??”

“We’re what?!”

“I hope you don’t mind getting wet!!”

The blonde boy stumbled after feeling your hand grasp around his wrist to pull him into the water.

“Wait wait wait!!!” He yelped with wide eyes. “My-my clothes?!”

You stomped into the white crests, splattering droplets all over your jean shorts. “There’s towels in the car!”

The deeper you got, the more shocked Hyunjin became, and only held tighter to your hand.

“Come on,” you hushed, “I promise I won’t let go ‘Jinnie.”

Your boyfriend adorably gulped, following your steps until the water adhered the fabric of his clothes to his body. Of course, you pretended not to notice how they hugged him, but this was no easy task.

“It’s not as cold as I thought it would be.” Hyunjin nervously laughed out.

The two of you walked on, at least until you were able to stand with the water draping over your shoulders. For a couple moments, you simply stood, letting the waves pass by you and the current suspend your bodies. He had wrapped his arms around you, holding on tight light you might float away.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” Your pruned fingers ran up and down his arms.

He sighed out with a tiny smile, “I had to keep my promise.”

“Can we...kiss again? I think it’s--ya know--really beautiful here too.”

Hyunjin answered you by pulling you into his body and angling the back of your neck up to meet his lips. It was a little hypnotic even, feeling so lightheaded from his affectionate kisses and the water bobbing your bodies up and down lightly. Something about it all gave you goosebumps. Hyunjin’s lips tasted very faintly of the sea salt while he pressed smiling gifts upon yours.

Distantly, you thought that you had heard the shriek of a seagull, but it turned out to be something much different:

“Ewwww MOM they’re kissing!!!”

✦✧✦✧

Hyunjin would go on to fulfill another promise to you that evening when he suggested that the two of you eat dinner outside: out in the little garden that looked as if it hadn’t been tended to in years, but still held some kind of whimsical magic to it. In many ways, how the weeds and mosses would cover the stone pathways and underbrush made it appear forest-like.

The garden wasn’t the largest, and held no more than a couple flowering bushes, some lanterns and a well-loved hammock. As he grilled the vegetables for you both, he told you to sit back and just...look up.

Dawn had faded into night, and blanket of darkness consumed the sky. However, it wasn’t desolate in the slightest, but rather was splashed with the most magnificent array of twinkling white stars. In the opaque city sky, you hadn’t ever seen them as brilliant.

Hyunjin rocked you back and forth on the hammock, arm wrapped around your shoulder while you admired them together.

“Miss the glow stars?” He breathed out a teasing chuckle.

“-Nah, this puts them to shame.”

“I wish we could always see them like this.”

A contented silence filled between you, and your eyes traced the shapes in the sky trying to make out the constellations that you knew.

“I think you’re making this my favorite place, Hyunjin.”

He giggled, “I haven’t even shown you my favorite part.”

✦✧✦✧

“I actually...you’re the first one who I’ve ever shown this.” Hyunjin fiddled with the door handle at the end of the hallway, poking a key into the lock which was tied around a red string.

“Huh, this feels a little familiar right? You hiding some kind of colossal mess in there like when I showed you my apartment for the first time?”

He tittered sweetly, “No, it’s not like that.”

“Ahhh come on, I’m dying to know!!”

At last, he swung the door open with a creak, revealing the pitch black room. He flung the light switch on.

“When we would come visit here over the summers, this room was all for me.”

Hyunjin’s voice echoed and bounced off the walls of the nearly entirely empty room. It was furniture-less, save for one corner which stored a velvety and cushy looking chair on a circular rug. A little basket next to the chair held a couple children’s books. There was yellow sticky-tack that had bled into the paper of the crayon-pictures that dressed the walls nearby the chair.

“Did you...draw these?”

“Mm-yeah, a long, long time ago...I know, I know, they’re super cringey.”

“No, I think that they’re super cute.”

“...thanks.” He blushed.

“So was this like your playroom or something?”

“Yeah, kinda like that.”

“How come it’s so...empty?”

Hyunjin looked out past you, to the windows on the opposite wall. The giant glass panels ran from floor to ceiling, and you could see nearly the whole sea-town from where his summer home was situated on a hill. The yellow glow of lights form other homes flowed down the hillside like a collection of fireflies. Further out, the crescent moon illuminated the ocean.

From the light of the room contrasting with the evening’s darkness, the windows appeared mirror-like.

Then, you knew.

“Is this...where you would dance?”

He nodded solemnly.

“I think I figured out that I wanted to be a dancer here. I would look out there at night, and there was something deep down inside me that just knew. Before I even knew how to dance, I would sorta just, move around in here, listen to music. It’s kind of...embarrassing--”

“--No! No, it’s not! I think, I think that it’s beautiful. Don’t feel embarrassed.”

Hyunjin tangled his fingers among yours, “Can I dance for you?”

“Yes. Of course.” You smoothed down a couple silvery strands.

“Okay.”

First, he tore off his cotton tee.

“Woah there!!!” In your surprise, your eyes greedily ate him up as you stifled your laughter. “I thought you were dancing, not stripping.”

Your boyfriend impatiently rolled his eyes at you. “It’s part of the dance.”

“Ahhhhh.”

“You’ll see.”

He set to work finding the song on his phone, and you pretended to be heavily invested in your strawberry popsicle you had brought along. It was your own fault that you stung your teeth trying to take a bite, realizing that Hyunjin’s bare chest was just a little too distracting.

He kicked off his slippers, saying, “This is the one I’ve been telling you about, the one that I’ve been choreographing for a while.”

“M’kay!” You huddled down into the chair to fold up your body, now getting hotter by the second. Two more strawberry licks and you hoped to cool down.

“It isn’t finished yet...so...”

“Go ahead! I’m sure that it’ll be amazing.”

Hyunjin let out a determined little huff before inhaling deeply and flaring up every muscle on his sculpted chest. The music began to play, then his expression dropped to dead serious, just as it would every time he would start his movements. There was nothing but pristine focus in his brown eyes.

It was nothing new to you, but every time that Hyunjin would dance for you, it was like you were seeing him do it for the first time. After all, his dancing was one of the things that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

He had a way of turning himself into the music. It was like he was no longer human, but fluid water, leaves in the wind, snowflakes wafting in streetlights. The inhuman way that he would tense every muscle in his body to lift himself from the ground almost like a sparrow was utterly breathtaking.

Hyunjin’s bare feet hit the floor with a thud as he spun himself around, and his sharp inhales met each beat. The song didn’t have any lyrics, but it was as if his body was filling the room with words; telling a story with his body.

Two drips from your nearly uneaten popsicle waterfalled down your hand. Conversely, two drips of sweat fell down Hyunjin’s body where he finished his dance curled into a ball against the floor. The room was filled with silence and his shallow breaths.

“Hyunjin...oh my god, that was...”

“I know, it’s really rough, I’m still working out the middle part--”

“--I-its unbelievable! I-I mean, you’re unbelievable!”

“Really?”

“Yes! Really.” You rose to attack his sweating body with the biggest hug you could manage with one hand holding your cold treat. “You always take my breath away when you do that.”

“You liked it that much?”

“Would I lie? God, I don’t have a clue how you do it.”

“I just...practice.”

You lead him over to the velvety chair. “Tell me about it. What does it mean?”

“Well, I was thinking it’s about breaking through what makes you vulnerable and insecure, and trying to find yourself when you aren’t sure who you are. Did you...get that?”

Truthfully, he had lost you a little bit. What was more preoccupying was how enraptured he looked reflecting on something so personal to him.

“That’s so beautiful ‘Jin.” Your fingers framed his face with a subtle brush.

“Hm-thank you.” He nuzzled into your hand.

The urge to be as close to him as possible to him was suffocating, so you let your body lead your actions before your mind did: straddling him where he sat to circle your arms around him tight. He let out a little surprised “oh!” but held you back just as tight. You needed nothing more than for him to hold you like that for just a little while.

Two more red, syrupy drips, fell down your wrist.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Can I please have you tonight? You can do whatever you want to me, I just...want you.”

“Oh, Jinnie...”

He knew all he had to do was say please.

“I wanna be...close.”

You granted him the taste of strawberry on your lips, filling his wanton mouth with your answer. Your thumb rubbed into his cheek, where you felt one of his tears wet your skin.

“Why are you crying my love?”

He sniffled, “Because I’m so happy.” he giggled quietly, “I never thought that I would share this place with someone that I care for so much.”

You blinked back tears of your own. “I promise to take care of you always Hyunjin, and to always make you happy, ’kay?”

His needy fingertips dug into our hips, and you involuntarily found yourself grinding into his lap. You both sniffled a little more, but found comfort back by the corners of each other’s mouths.

“You-you can use me...however you want.” Hyunjin moaned prettily into your mouth.

The heat from your clit became overwhelming as you rubbed into his growing hard-on.

“Okay my love. I’ll do that.”

The cold of your popsicle in your hand fed miraculous little ideas into your head.

“Let’s take these pants off, alright?” Hyunjin nodded, hastily unbuttoning his linen pants.

You took two fat licks up the red length of your freezing popsicle, not breaking contact with his eyes. Just to make him whine, you flicked your tongue over the tip of the sweet treat, just like you would do to him. You used your free hand to palm at his bulge, sucking in as deep as you could down your popsicle.

“You want my mouth, pretty boy?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes please.”

You let your hand trace down his gorgeously thick inner thigh to take your position between his legs, kneeling on the carpet. The tips of your fingers hooked under his waistband, tearing off his briefs. Nearly as pink as your stained tongue, his marvelously long dick twitched in his anticipation then shaky breaths quaked in his chest. With one hand, you tugged at his length rubbing his own pre-cum over his tip.

“Fuck, you’re so cute.”

Hyunjin’s biceps flared as he searched for something to grab onto to steady himself, settling one in your hair, and the other digging little crescents into the skin of his pearly thigh. You switched to give more attention to the popsicle, licking at it agonizingly slow all for him to watch.

“You’d like it like this, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmhm.” He whined with a little shake of his hips. “Please.”

“Okay, you deserve it.”

Streams of strawberry juice fell down your hand as you lent your mouth to his neglected cock, then you traced your freezing tongue up and down the skin. Hyunjin gasped in sharply, wincing a little from the sensation. A broken little “oh” reverberated in his chest.

“Too cold?”

“--No!” He interjected, “No, I-I love it, don’t...don’t stop.”

At last you took in his full length, mixing the sweet taste of freezing fruit with the burning hot warmth of his veiny cock. Today, you’d let him hear you gag a little. As shy as he was, you still knew that his ego swelled by the hundreds hearing you choke on his dick.

Your sugary drool fell down the side of his length as you let go, moving to return back to your mess of a popsicle in your hand. The loss of contact made Hyunjin whimper out helplessly.

“Look at me,” You commanded, sucking in the popsicle several more times. By now, his eyes had entirely glazed over with his lust for you. It was that same look that he would get in his eyes when he danced. He was enthralled.

“M-more?” He begged to you.

You prowled over his hips, kissing the side of his dick as you let those red drops drip onto him, lapping at them after a few seconds.

His entire body shivered viciously while he pitifully groaned into the room.

Your devilish little laughs kissed into his inner thighs, where you bit into the skin.

Your popsicle was then gone in seconds, then you ridded your hand from the sticky juice by providing them to your boyfriend who sucked at them greedily. After you felt as if your mouth had warmed enough for it to be tolerable, you kissed his tip, then resumed your work, bobbing up and down, just as you knew he liked it.

“I’m gonna--mm--if you keep doing that.” Hyunjin threw his head back in his euphoria.

“Let’s move this somewhere else then shouldn’t we?”

✦✧✦✧

There was nothing prettier than the way that your love bites would fade into Hyunjin’s skin after a while, fading from violet to lavender as they healed. You could still see a couple of them tracing his collarbones while your fingers tweaked at his angrily hard nipples.

Little mewls from his mouth spilled into your dripping pussy riding his tongue. One pinch, two more pinches...and his hips buckled. He’d take one of his long arms to travel up your body and pinch at your own nipples and kneed your pretty breast in his hand.

“fuck yes, fuck--your mouth feels so good baby.”

His tongue flicked at your swollen clit, causing your whole body to jerk with each touch. He lent tender kisses into your folds, then would switch to fucking into your leaking entrance with his pointed tongue.

“Go slower, slower...”

You pleaded out your instructions, and he was always one to obey. With the combination of his tantalizing licks and the slow grind of your hips, he coaxed out your orgasm so naturally; he left your thighs shaking on both sides of his head. While you came down, Hyunjin would press careful little kisses into your twitching bud, just as you had taught him.

“Your turn.” You huff out, then carefully shift to move off your boyfriend.

“Please...I want you to touch me so bad, ‘hurts a little...”

“Aw does it?”

You kiss his lips wet with your slick.

“I have a present for you though, before I get to that.”

You can see how needy he is in his eyes, but he still puts on a thankful little smile for you.

“Oh really? I’m sorry, I didn’t get you anything...”

“It’s okay! I wanted to surprise you anyway. Besides, you’re a gift enough for me.”

He snickers, “That was kinda cheesy.”

“I thought that you liked when I was cheesy!?”

“I do, I do.”

You dip into your duffle to pull out the tiny cardboard box.

“What’s this?” He sits up to take it from your hands.

Inside he finds the dainty white lace choker, woven to have little flower-like shapes on the top edge, and tiny fake pearls beaded into the bottom edge like little dewdrops.

“Oh my god.”

“Do you like it? I thought that it would look really pretty on yo--”

“--I love it. Thank you so much.” He plays with the clasp. “Do you...want me to wear it right now?”

“I thought that you could--”

“--Can you help me?” He beamed at you coyly, providing you with the clasps.

“Um-sure.” You find yourself getting flustered over your fantasy of seeing him in that choker for weeks finally becoming a reality.

Before you sweep it around his neck, you press one kiss into his neck.

“There. You look gorgeous.”

Hyunjin’s cheeks turn rosy at your compliment.

“Hyunjin, you’re absolutely mesmerizing. I promise to never stop reminding you.”

His lithe fingers tangle up in your messy hair, and you kiss him all over his chest, renewing some of the hickies that had faded away. The sensation tickles him, and his beautiful giggles are like music to your ears. Slowly, your fingers trickle down to his hips where you take up his half-hard cock back in your hand. He hums a little “mm” once you do so.

“I’m going to make you all mine baby boy, wouldn’t you like me to fuck you until you don’t know anything else?”

“Yes!!”

Harder you jerk at his cock while you take in the sight of his fluttering eyelids and the way that the veins on his neck pulsate under the pretty white lace.

“Use your words my love, what is you want?”

“-Want you to fuck me, fuck me so good, please, take care of me...”

Hyunjin’s hips thrash this way and that from your teasing provided by your thumb on his slit.

“Close! I-I’m close--” He chokes out the words.

“Already? You’re that pent up for me hmm?”

“Wanna cum...”

You coolly remove your hand. “Not yet darling.”

His whining moan is just a little too bratty for you--it’s not like your Hyunjin to be like that for you. You decide to try another method.

“Wait just a little longer for me okay my love. Let’s not get impatient.”

“Bu-but--”

“No buts.”

Your hand snakes around his neck to press into his airway, and his eyes roll back sinfully as you do so. In your palm, you can feel the pearls press into his skin. With your other free hand you take back to flicking his nipples in your knuckles. He must not have been lying: the head of his cock is angrily flared. Your grip loosens at his neck, and he gasps out with his moans getting tangled in his inhales.

“ M’sorry, I’ll be a good boy for you.”

Hearing him reassure you makes your head spin, and you feel your clit ache out horribly for stimulation. You want him just as bad he wants you, and you’re almost ready for him to know it.

“Come ‘ere, sit on the edge of the bed.”

He follows you, and those pretty pearls shine in the dim glow of his bedroom.

You fall down to permit him a couple wet stripes to his cock and he’s already a mess once more. Mutterings of words muddle his lips, but you can see that he’s holding them back for you, trying not to pressure you or whine any more.

“You are being a very good boy Jinnie, let’s give you what you want how hmm?”

His eyes blow out with his realization then he eagerly watches as you mount his lap facing him, lowering your entrance over his dick, falling down bit...by bit. Your knees are planted on both sides of his legs, supported by the bed and his arms holding you nearer.

There’s nothing that Hyunjin loves more than feeling how tight you are around his cock, it nearly turns his whole body into jelly with the first contact. For a couple moments, you simply exist connected in this way, letting the sense of intimacy consume your entire beings.

“I love you Hyunjin.” You start to bounce, and it takes all of his will to say the words back to you.

His arms fall back to prop himself up, and Hyunjin lets you bounce up and down on him as hard or as fast or slow as you like, taking his dick to pleasure yourself in any way that you see fit. It’s when you graze your g-spot the deepest that both of your bodies fold together, trying to maintain your upright position. Hyunjin’s arms start to shake and you push his chest back, and his body bounces a little on the mattress from your force. You pay no mind, spreading out your hands flat on his chest to ride him with every bit of energy that you have left.

“oh god, oh god, shit-” He tries his best to hide his curses from you.

You can’t help but obsess over his angelic form under you, topped with the beautiful choker that makes him look nearly fairy-like. The sense of possession that you soak up from his moans all for you drives your orgasm right up through your body, tearing through every nerve you think you must have.

Hyunjin clenches his teeth, hissing air through with his eyebrows crossed tightly.

“Cum for me baby, you can cum for me now my love.”

Hyunjin’s neck flares against his choker with his spewing of nonsense words and erotic moans while he cums inside you, both of you throbbing against the other.

He laughs a little, chest rosy and rising and falling for vital breaths to calm himself.

“Are you okay?”

He nods with that adorable little smile you love, “Mmhm.”

“You want to say like this for a second?”

“...Please?”

“Okay. I need to catch my breath too.”

You press your body flush against Hyunjin’s chest letting him hold your sweating bodies together. Every few seconds or so, one of you would shake with little aftershocks from your orgasms.

“Did I do okay?” Hyunjin asks you after some time.

“Of course. You don’t even have to ask, sweetheart” You give one last kiss on his forehead messy with stringy silver tufts.

“Okay...

...I promise to always be good for you.”

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princehairsupremacy · 4 years ago

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84, 90, 99, and 102 for a enemies to lovers harry styles smut please and thank youuuuuu ;)

84. "How are you so arrogant?"

90. "Do you have to be so rude?"

99. "I never said I hate you."

102. "Answer the phone, don't worry, I'm not stopping."

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Warnings: use of the word daddy but only like twice and jokingly, mentions of masturbation, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), spitting in mouth, vaginal sex

afab!reader, she/her pronouns

You'd been working on getting this promotion but in the end he got it.

Harry Styles.

Of course, he got it, every time you guys compete over something he seems to win and you don't know why. Maybe its his charming smile, or nice hair, or pretty face- okay, you did not say all that.

"How's it feel to lose." He walked up to you and grinned his infamous grin. "I always win don't I."

"How are you so arrogant?" He tutted and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, making you flinch and him raise an eyebrow but ignore it.

"I just like talking about how I win."

"That's what arrogance is, Harold." He moved his arm away from your shoulder and glared at you, making you smile.

"Told you not to call me that, you know I don't like it."

You patted his back and gave him a fake smile. "I'm sorry, what would you prefer? Annoying whiney bitch?" He smirked and looked at you.

"I prefer something like daddy." You gasped and stepped back from him. "Oh, you would like that wouldn't you?"

"It's the end of the day, it's time to go home." You said quickly, walking to your office with him following you while you grab your bag.

"Aw darling, don't go. Don't you wanna stay here with daddy?" You ignored him and continue to pack up your things, gasping when you were pushed against your office wall.

"Ignoring me now? I don't appreciate that." You raised your eyebrows at him.

"What the fuck are you doing! I'll ignore you if I want to." He grabbed your hands and placed them above your head, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Do you have to be so rude? Acting like you don't think of me late at night, when you're all desperate and needy. God knows I do." You widened your eyes and saw the heavy blush on his cheeks from his confession.

"I thought you hated me." He shook his head and squeezed your hands that he was still holding above your head.

"Fuck Harry, I don't know if we should do this." You said, all the while slightly grinding on his thigh like a horny teenager.

"I never said I hate you. You know how they say that little boys are dickheads to the little girls who they have crushes on?" You nodded and swallowed heavily. "Well I was acting like a little boy, now I'm acting like a man and owning up to how I feel. I think you're fucking wonderful and I wanna fuck you so hard." You pressed your thighs together and he obviously noticed, shoving his thigh between yours and pressing it against you, making you gasp softly at the contact.

"We definitely can do this. Looks like you're already getting started, no shame in that." You looked away from his eyes, a little embarrassed but didn't let your hips stop what they were doing.

"Shit, look at you, grinding on my fucking thigh. So hot..." He moved his thigh away and you whined, making him smirk cockily. "Didn't know you would enjoy my thigh that much. Why don't you go take your trousers off and sit in your chair." You started taking off your clothes quickly, him quickly grabbing your wrist. “Slowly for me?”

You lifted your shirt over your head, dragging your hands down your sides sensually while keeping eye contact then unbuttoning your trousers, closing your eyes when you felt him grip your waist and bringing you closer to him. “Do you enjoy being a little tease?” He gripped your trousers with his large hands and bent down as he took them off, kissing new skin that was exposed as he was taking your trousers off. “You’re beautiful.” He stood back up and looked at the chair, making you remember what he said, sitting down in the chair.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” You nodded and he got on his knees in front of you, pressing his fingers over your underwear and kissing your thighs. He moved your underwear to side and then gasped as he looked up at you. “Fuck, you’re so ready for me aren’t you? I can’t wait.” He placed his hands at the waistband of your underwear and ripped them, making you scowl and him grin.

“If you’re mad about that, I’ll buy you new ones later. Don’t focus on it right now.” He leaned forward and got to use his tongue once before your phone started to ring in your bag. He leaned back and caressed your thighs. “Answer the phone, don’t worry. I’m not stopping.” You quickly grabbed your phone so he could start, answering the call and pressing it to your ear, hearing your friends voice immediately.

“Hey! I hear Harry got the promotion, so sorry, you totally deserved that promotion!” You tried to keep your composure when answering her.

“Yup, Harry got the promotion.” He mouthed at you to put the phone on speaker when he heard you say his name and you rolled your eyes but obliged.

“God, you must really hate him right now.” You hummed in agreement and Harry looked up at you, pressing his tongue against your clit and successfully making you squirm.

“I think you should just fuck him, to get all that anger out.” Harry stuck a thumbs up and you slapped it away, making him grin then get back to what he was doing.

“Oh god no, I don’t think I could ever fuck Harry. He’s too fucking annoying.” Harry then stuck a finger into you and moved it aggressively, obviously his way of showing how he felt about what you were saying about him while he was literally on his knees for you.

“No! There’s so much sexual tension, I’m surprised he hasn’t dropped to his knees for you yet!” Everything in you was screaming at you to tell her ‘he literally is right now!’ but you knew you couldn’t and it seemed Harry beat you to it when he pulled back, wiped his mouth and grabbed your phone.

“Harry speaking.” Your best friend gasped and you tried to grab your phone back but you didn’t really want to chase him around with no underwear.

“Harry? W-why are you on my best friends phone right now?” Harry smirked at you and you knew he was about to fuck everything up.

“Well you said you’re surprised I haven’t dropped to my knees yet but actually as you were speaking with your precious best friend I was on my knees, so I have in fact dropped to my knees and you kind of interrupted it.” Your best friend let out an ‘oh my god’ before Harry hung up and got back on his knees.

“Why would you do that?!” He shushed you and stuck his tongue back out, distracting you from your embarrassment almost immediately. He kept doing all the right things until you came and he picked you up and sat you on your desk.

“Come on, come back to me.” He stroked your hair as you gained your vision back and the room stopped spinning. “You ready?” You nodded and he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing many tattoos that you hoped to look at later. He unbuttoned his trousers and lead them pool at his feet before stepping out of them and kissing you. “Just realised I haven’t kissed you yet, don’t know how I could every forget to.” He pressed himself against you and you felt him against you through his boxers. “You feel that? That’s from when I made you cum, wanna do it again now.”

He reached behind you and tried to unbuckle your bra, after a few tries and you laughing at him, he finally got it. “Aha! Why do they make these so fuckin’ complicated?” He took it off and threw it behind him, starting to kiss from your collarbones down to your chest. “As much as I want to kiss you all over, I really need you.”

He took his boxers off and you widened your eyes, looking up at him. “It’s gonna be alright, I mean you’re not a virgin, right?” You shook your head and he sighed in relief at your answer. “No shame to virgins, but I’m glad you’re not one, makes it easier.”

You rolled your eyes and rested your head against his shoulder. “Just shut up and fuck me. You never seem to make it better with talking.” He nodded and pushed his tip in you, giving you a few seconds before he kept going slowly, not wanting you to be in pain because of him.

“You feel so good.” He started to thrust his hips, you gasped and laid back on the table, staring up at the ceiling with your mouth open wide as he kept going. He leaned over you and now all you could se was his face and what looked like a mane of curls hanging around it. “Don't know if it’s weird to ask this but it’s worth the risk, would you mind if I spat in your mouth?”

“Definitely not weird to ask.” He smiled and places his thumb on your lip, keeping it open then spitting and aiming for your mouth. He closed his eyes and rested his head on your chest once he done it, lazily moving his hips.

“This is the nicest sex I’ve ever had.” You smiled and stroked his hair, feeling him relax under your touch. This sex didn’t even seem to be about just getting off now, it was more about connection. It had never been like this for you before, this was turning sort of sweet and no one had ever been sweet for you before.

“Do you me to ride you?” He reluctantly lifted his head up then nodded, he pulled out slowly then and sat in your office chair, holding his arms out for you. You stood up and slightly stumbled on your feet then walked over to him. You placed your legs on either side of him then sank down, lying against his chest when he was fully in.

He wrapped his arms around you and laid his cheek on your head, it was like no one could be bothered moving. You started to grind a little and he let out a laboured breath, grabbing your hips and helping you. It didn’t take too long for you to cum like this since you were rubbing your clit against him every time you kept grinding on him. When he felt you tighten up around him and cum, he gave a heavy groan in return. He picked you up again and placed you on the desk, quickly pounding in to you since you were sensitive and he needed to cum.

“Fuck...” He came and then pulled out of you, grabbing some tissues you had on your desk to clean you up. “That was long overdue. Do you wanna go on a date now?”

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uglypastels · 4 years ago

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heyy so i lovedd murder on the dancefloor and was just thinking (hoping), since you mentioned you'd want to write more of that au, if you could write a blurb?? reader and tom getting ready for their first live show and her being really nervous so tom tries to calm her down? you'd be the best thank youuuuuu

> aaah yess! i'd love to!! honestly, strictly!au is one of my favs haha and i'm (like i've said) so so happy for the new series to begin!!!!

When the performing order was announced in the morning, all you hoped for was to not to be the first or last that had to dance. Somehow, those two spots felt the heaviest on your chest. To open the very first live show, as well as close it, just seemed to be a bit of too much responsibility.

Luckily, you got to dance as fifth. A pretty reasonable spot in the line-up of 14. Still fairly early, meaning you didn't have to spend the entire night freaking out, and there would still be just enough of others that would need to dance before you.

But there was still a problem. Of course, there was. Turns out, every single position in the lineup is just as terrifying as the others when it comes to Strictly Come Dancing. You were shaking in your dance shoes, the glittery blue dress feeling extremely tight around your body.

The live show would begin any moment now. There were no clocks anywhere around you. Maybe a tactic from the production to make everyone stop focusing on the seconds before the cameras would turn on, but you just felt anxious and restless. It could be a minute or it could be an hour. You had no idea.

"Hey," Tom popped up out of nowhere next to you. His black shirt open almost to the very bottom. He still hadn't decided if he wanted to dance with all the buttons open or leave just a few closed. The purpose of that remained unknown to you, since those two buttons did very little to hide anything, really.

"How are you doing, love?" He was holding a paper cup of coffee. You had wanted to grab a cup too, the caffeine coming in handy when you needed to stay up most of the night for the recordings of the live show and tomorrow's result show, but you were already too jittery. And Tom must have noticed.

"I'm alright," you light, tapping your foot nervously.

"I know you're nervous, y/n," Tom smiled sincerely, "but you really have nothing to worry about. You've trained so hard, and so well, I seriously, and you know I am not making this up, you're the best celeb I've ever danced with."

"That's because I'm the only celeb you've danced with." You rolled your eyes. That was also a thing. You were Tom's first-ever partner on Strictly. You wanted to do him proud, get him to that final, but would you ever even be able to make it past week 2? The thought of standing there, waiting for your name to be called out during the results terrified you. The judges terrified you. Everything terrified you.

"You got this y/n," he took your hand in his.

"I'm just scared," you took a deep breath, swinging your arm from side to side, taking Tom's with you.

"I know it may be scary, but remember, most important thing is that you have fun. If you don't have fun, there's really very little point to it. Besides, there's no elimination this week-"

You opened your eyes at his words. How could you forget there was no elimination in the first week?! You were so busy freaking out over getting kicked off the show that you forgot that the scores of the first two live shows will be combined!

"Oh my god," you felt like you could fall into Tom's arms right there, and so you did. You let your arms drape over his shoulders in an embrace and he didn't hesitate to hug you back (though, carefully, since he still had that hot coffee in his hand).

"You're gonna be brilliant, y/n, I know it." He whispered, the vibrations of his voice coming right up to your ear.

"Thank you," you whispered back. You stayed like that, hugging tightly, for a bit, only releasing when your arms were getting a bit sore from the uncomfortable position (so it didn't take extremely long).

Tom had a big, reassuring smile plastered across his face. He could probably tell that, even though you looked happier, you were still freaking out on the inside.

"So," he took the final sip of his drink and put the cup down on a table, "do you want to do one more run of the routine?"

"How about 3?"

The End

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aceofspadegrass · 4 years ago

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Soft niragi hours drunk texting gf.

GO!

(please, and thank you)

Characters: Niragi Suguru, his girlfriend

Genre: Fluff. Niragi's drunk off his ham.

1.2k words

It’s going to be in the POV of the girlfriend, which is a first for me, since I usually drift towards using the actual characters more. Still don't have a name for her, so it's just... never mentioned once.

Also, we’re going off the basis that phones do work in the Borderlands, but the only numbers that work are within the Beach members because somehow they’re just like that sometimes.

Be notified that there is the barest mention of just sex but it's so briefly glossed over that it's unimportant. Also, mentions of being drunk. Obviously.

Also I am gonna base drunk texting on A) how I imagine soft Niragi would text like, and B) Drunk texts I am reading online. Hope you don’t mind.

Oh, and I was this close to making Niragi’s nickname on the texting section Calf. You know, because baby giraffe.

The phone sits peacefully on the benchtop as she stirs together leftovers in the pan, wondering where her boyfriend has been. It’s been a while since he left to hang out with the other militants down at the bar, and she came down to the kitchen to make herself dinner. It sucked that she couldn’t have dinner with her beloved, but sometimes things kept them apart and they had to do things on their own. Still, she couldn’t wait to give him all the cuddles when he got back to their room, as well as give him smooches before bedtime.

She pauses her stirring for a second as she hears her phone cheerfully chime with a notification, pulling the pan off the heat as she checks.

Nini: honyyyyyyyyyyyy hiiiiiiiiiiiii mis yiu ;(

She giggles, her lips curling in amusement at the obvious state her boyfriend was in.

Kitten: hi niragi you good?

Nini: i miss youuuuuu

Nini: wannna

Nini: wanna hug you and kisss youu

Nini: wAnt to touch

Kitten: awwwww you miss me that badly? i love you too

Nini: ❤️❤️❤️

Kitten: ❤️❤️❤️ you too!!!

Nini: nuh uh love you more ❤️

Nini: love you soooooo muuuhchh wanan

Nini: can we buy a babyy

That earns a loud snort from her. That was quite a conversation switch. She was lucky nobody was in the kitchen with her. She glances at her leftovers, and slides them back onto the heat to finish cooking. She could watch both. Maybe.

Ah, she was probably gonna burn them. She could still try to multitask.

Kitten: what do we need a baby for?

Nini: so i can hold

Nini: both

Nini: babaabbabya

Nini: i wanna name it belc

Kitten: belc?

Nini: heah

Nini: best bame for best baby

Kitten: haha okay

Kitten: i would love to raise a family with you

Kitten: be the most kickass family of all!!!!!

Nini: yeahhhhhh

Nini: gonna be so strong!!!!!!!

Nini: hey hey hey hey

Kitten: yes?

Nini: imma win this bet watch me

Kitten: okay! you can do it niragi!

There was nothing, leaving her to be able to focus on her food, which somehow hasn’t burnt, and she plates it and heads outside to the tables to eat. Her phone pings with a new text as she sits down and begins to eat.

Nini: i wondid you se did youseee

Kitten: of course! you did it!

Nini: yeha!!!!!!!

Nini: im the greatest person

Kitten: yes you are

Kitten: do you want me to come grab you later so we can cuddle?

Nini: you read my mindd!

Nini: of course i do kitten please i want your cuddledse

Kitten: just let me eat first okay?

Nini: okay take care love you!!!

Kitten: <3

Nini: <333

Kitten: <3333333333

She smiles as she sends that last heart to Niragi, and goes back to eating her food, hurrying just a little more. She couldn’t wait to be with Niragi, even if he was drunk off his mind. Maybe she could get him some water to ease him, and then head down to the infirmary to grab him some hangover pills. She would hate it if he woke up with a headache, it sounded terrible.

She doesn’t even clean up as she shovels the last bit of food into her mouth, getting up and speed walking towards the bar, pulling out her trusted kitty headband from a special pouch she kept on her and putting it on her head to make her search decades easier. It was full of people partying and drinking their cares away in alcohol, and a few mating rituals here and there. She ignores it though, heading over to a rather secluded VIP area near the back of the bar. A few militants were there, some who greet her with a casual wave.

She doesn’t really manage a greeting back as a blur of black pounces on her, the smell of alcohol hitting her nostrils. Niragi giggles happily as he squeezes her, rubbing his face against her, making her laugh.

“ You came~” Niragi purrs happily into her crook of her neck. She cards her fingers through his hair, which was still greasy from the amount of whatever he slapped in there that morning. She lightly tsked at that. She needed to give it a proper cleanse one of these days. Niragi would probably love having the softest hair imaginable than whatever the hell this was.

“ Of course I did! I wouldn’t have left you alone to be drunk on your own!” She gently pushes him away so she could reach his face, kissing his nose, Niragi grinning dopily at that. “ Ready to head back?” “ Fuck yeah I do~ Cuddles with my girlfriend are the best! Hey everyone! Look at my girlfriend!” He shouts out to the entirety of the world that resided there, pulling her close to him. A few just look to them and take a silent acknowledgement, others clapping for him with several different emotions attached. She giggles and wraps her arms around the back of his neck, resting against him.

“ Okay you dork, come on. The longer we stand here, the less we have to- Eep!” She yelps as Niragi scoops her up and starts fucking running, laughing all the while.

“ I wanna cuddle now! Time’s wasting!” She laughs, holding onto him as he runs in his clear drunk state, somehow managing to get quite far. That is, until he trips on literal air and they go flying, landing on the ground. She grunts, her butt taking most of the brunt, Niragi not that far and on the ground face down. He rolls over with a drunken giggle before she could ask if he was alright, grinning at the ceiling.

“ Oopsie.” Niragi slurs quietly, and she comes over, brushing away hair that fell in front of his face. “ No problem! Come on, we’re so close. We can walk normally! Don’t worry, I have my trusty headband on, so we will get there instantly!” Niragi’s eyes brighten despite how far away they were, and his lips curl even higher.

“ Then what are we- We waiting for! Come on!” He tries to get up, stumbling a bit. She giggles and grabs her boyfriend’s hands, carefully pulling him up. She keeps one in her hand as they walk hand and hand down the hall, heading up to their room for much needed cuddles.

“ When we finish cuddling, you’re gonna drink some water so it doesn’t hurt as badly, okay sweetie? Then I can grab you some pills for the morning.”

Niragi hums with his smile still plastered on his face, squeezing her hand a little. “ You’re- You’re soooo good to me. You’re fucking great~” “ So are you! Now come on, it’s about time!” She opens the door, pulling her boyfriend in. Niragi loudly cheers, making her laugh even more.

Man, she loved this sweet man so much.

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #niragi suguru #soft niragi hours #this is oddly wholesome and sweet #soft niragi: head empty want girlfriend #who knows that he wanted her to look at so badly but he won :D #i was thiiiiiis close to putting Calf instead of Nini #nini is such a basic nickname to put but i had zero other ideas #ended up longer than i imagined who da thunk #ask

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 4 years ago

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for a writing request, could you do tddk attempting to cook (attempting to because well, shoto is an absolute kitchen disaster)? :0 your writing is really good, thank you so much !!

Of course thank youuuuuu! Sorry this took so long! (@randomstuff7739)

I have a hc that Izuku's favourite food is katsudon because it's also Inko's favourite and they'd eat it a lot. When he was little, they used to cook it together and they'd both smile and laugh, and Izuku would feel truly happy. It's one of the happier memories of his childhood, so whenever he has katsudon now, he feels warmth in more ways than one. <3

It was Inko-san's birthday, so she had special permission to come up to UA so Izuku could spend time with her and cook her favourite meal. Now, obviously Shoto had insisted on helping him out because Inko-san was a wonderful woman and he really wanted her to like him.

Today had to be perfect.

Izuku had a solid plan in place and Shoto was adamant not to fuck it up.

The only problem was that - as much as he didn't want to admit it - Shoto was absolutely atrocious at cooking. Ever since he had cremated a clove of garlic while making egg-fried rice, he hadn't been allowed anywhere near a wok, let alone been allowed to cook on his own.

He had quickly learned that Izuku would not be deterred by that though. His boyfriend had planned it out; Shoto was to make dessert under his supervision, while his boyfriend cooked katsudon. They were to use the common room kitchen, so other students could intervene if necessary.

Shoto thought it was a perfect plan.

'Okay, so I made the chocolate ganache dipping for the churros last night to save time, so don't worry about that for now. You just have to focus on making the batter for the crepe cones, then we'll separate it out and add more flour to the churro batter. Okay, Shouchan?' Izuku called out as he took all the necessary ingredients out of their various cupboards. He had already begun preparing the katsudon - because apparently that took longer to make - and was at a point where he could get everything ready for Shoto to start on the dessert.

'Got it.' Shoto nodded from his place in the centre of the kitchen, holding up a spatula that he had no idea what to do with.

'Good! I-' Izuku placed the flour and milk on the counter and turned to look at him, his smile quickly turning into a confused frown. 'What are you doing with that?'

When Shoto merely shrugged in response, his boyfriend wandered over, carefully took the spatula from him and put it back in the drawer. 'You only need that after you've made the batter.'

Izuku then took Shoto's hand and slowly led him to the countertop he had set up for him. 'Okay so here's the mixing bowl. First you wanna put the sugar in, then add your eggs. I've already measured out all your ingredients so you should be fine, but you need to crack your eggs. Do you think you can do that?'

'Do you really have that little faith in me, Izuku?' Shoto raised an eyebrow, pointedly ignoring the fact that his boyfriend wasn't answering. 'I've cracked eggs before.'

'Okay, okay.' Izuku raised his hands defensively with a half-smile. 'After you've added them, mix them together. When you're done, add a little bit of the flour, then a bit of milk, then mix and repeat until you run out of both, okay?'

Shoto nodded slowly, eyes flickering across the counter as he processed what had been said. He spotted two mixing jugs, one of them was labelled with 'MILK!' while the other had 'FLOUR :)' printed across it.

'Got it.' He announced, only feeling a little bit patronised. He couldn't be annoyed though, not when Izuku was beaming at him like he was the happiest person in the world.

'Awesome! We'll leave it there for now. I'm going to bread the pork while you do that, so let me know if you need a hand!'

'Okay.'

His boyfriend stood on his tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on Shoto's cheek, before dashing past him to his own counter, which was much less organised. Shoto watched him go, before noticing a flash of pink out of the corner of his eye. He turned to find Ashido grinning at him from one of the sofas.

When she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and tapped the left side of her head, Shoto suddenly noticed the little flames that had started to dance along the crimson half of his hair.

He sighed with exasperation and extinguished them - the last thing he needed was the smoke alarm going off before he had even started - then turned back to his worktop.

Okay, Shoto. You got this. Sugar first. He eyed the cup on top of the weighing scales that said 'Sugar that's not as sweet as you ;)'.

Shoto blushed at that and swallowed thickly, before quickly taking the cup and pouring it into the bowl. Easy enough. Right, next I need to crack the eggs.

He spotted an open box on the side, with two large eggs sat snugly inside. Shoto was thankful that Izuku hadn't put a label on that one and took the first egg. He stared at it for several moments.

Lob it at Bakugou. His mind suddenly suggested.

If it weren't for the limited supply, he might have listened, but alas, he was on a mission not to disappoint Izuku on his mum's birthday.

Shaking his head, Shoto focused back on the task at hand. While he had cracked eggs before, he hadn't been very good at it. Maybe this time would be different?

He eyed the glass edge of the mixing bowl and nodded, before tapping the egg against it with enough force to crack it, but not enough to open it. Shoto furrowed his eyebrows and stuck his thumbs into the crack to finish the job.

It worked, he reasoned, he just coated his hands in more egg than he had expected in the process. He fished out the three bits of shell that had landed in the bowl, before cleaning himself up and picking up the second egg.

Okay, a little harder this time.

He smacked the egg against the bowl, sending its innards flying out everywhere.

Fuck...

Shoto quickly scrambled to catch it all before plopping it into the bowl with a wet squelch. Resigned to his fate, he poked his sticky hands back in to remove the nine bits of shell that had made their way in that time.

By the time, he had thrown out the egg shells and washed his hands, Izuku had already finished breading his pork and was now chopping his onions. Shoto tried not to let his mind wander and grabbed a spoon to mix the sugar and eggs together.

It didn't take long and he stood back to look proudly at his work.

Positively disgusting. Okay, what's next?

He looked around the counter and spotted the flour. Izuku said add the flour then the milk.

He picked up the jug, regarded it for several moments, before pouring the entire contents in the bowl. He stared at his creation, before wielding his spoon once more and mixing the flour in.

Three minutes and one sore wrist later, Shoto was pouring the milk in. However, as he tried to combine the bowl's contents, something didn't seem right - there were these weird lumps poking out that he just couldn't get rid of.

Shoto spent the next five minutes trying to remedy the situation but was evidently unsuccessful. Finally admitting defeat, he picked up the bowl, plodded over to Izuku and tapped him on the shoulder.

'What's up, Shouchan? Are you finish-' His boyfriend stopped short when he finally noticed the bowl. 'What did you do?'

'I mixed the sugar and eggs. Then the flour, then the milk.' He recited, praying to All Might that he was right.

'You put the flour in all at once, even though I said add a bit at a time along with the milk?'

Fuck.

'Perhaps…' He narrowed his eyes.

'It's gone super lumpy.' Izuku furrowed his eyebrows and placed a contemplative hand to his chin as he began muttering to himself. Shoto immediately felt guilty, but before he could apologise, Izuku held out his hands. 'Pass it here.'

Nodding slowly, he transferred the bowl over and watched, intrigued as Izuku began mixing it. With each rotation, his pace increased, until emerald and scarlet lightning danced across his skin and his movements became too fast for Shoto to see.

The glass clinked slightly, and a few drops escaped the mixture, but when Izuku handed it back to him, now lump-free, Shoto could do nothing but stare at him in awe.

'Are you magic?'

'No, I'm Izuku.'

'And I am single.' Shoto quipped back, smiling slightly at the affronted gasp his boyfriend made.

'That wasn't very Plus Ultra of you, Shoto-kun.' Izuku placed a hand to his chest in mock hurt. 'Lucky for you, you can't get rid of me that easily.'

'Hm.' Shoto smiled, gazing at his boyfriend adoringly. He'd never want to. 'What's next?'

'Stand there and look pretty while I finish chopping these onions.' Izuku winked, before turning and picking up the knife. Shoto tried not to freeze the bowl to his hands.

When his boyfriend finished, he led Shoto back to the countertop and added a bit of water. Shoto didn't even bother to ask why and just stood there, watching as Izuku nodded to himself and started to separate out the batter.

There were now two bowls of mixture. 'Okay, so the one on the left is for the crepes, the right is for the churros. I'm gonna put some more flour in the churro one along with some cinnamon, then we can leave it for when mum gets here.'

'Sounds good to me.'

With Izuku taking the lead, they quickly managed to get the dessert sorted and stored in the fridge. Shoto decided to do the washing up while his partner continued preparing the katsudon.

Izuku had just put the lid over the wok when Aizawa-Sensei entered the common room with Inko.

'Mum!' Izuku exclaimed, bouncing over and throwing his arms around her shoulders to hug her close to his chest. 'Happy birthday!'

Shoto slowly dried his hands with a towel and wandered over to the two Midoriyas. When Izuku finally pulled away, both of them had dried tear trails on their cheeks that Shoto had quickly learned was a completely normal occurrence.

'Happy birthday, Inko-san.' He came to a stop in front of her and bowed. 'It's an honour to see you again.'

'Oh my, so polite!' She smiled playfully, stepping forwards and taking his hands. 'It's great to see you again, sweetie. I hope Izuku hasn't been getting you into more trouble.'

'Mum!'

'It's my birthday, I'm allowed to say what I want.' Inko pouted at her son, before flashing Shoto another smile. 'I hear you're helping Izuku with dinner?'

'Yeah, I'm helping with dessert.' He nodded awkwardly, hoping she'd let go of his hands soon because he was feeling rather warm. 'Izuku is doing the-'

'It's a surprise, Shouchan!' Izuku suddenly interrupted, scrambling to clamp a hand over his mouth.

Shoto hummed around his palm before sticking his tongue out to lick his hand, eliciting a surprised screech from his boyfriend, much to Inko's amusement.

'Okay, you two.' She glanced at them knowingly. I'm going to say hello to your friends while you finish your special surprise.'

'Inko-saaaan!!!!' Uraraka exclaimed, thoroughly distracting her and allowing Izuku to pull Shoto back into the kitchen. When they were out of earshot, Izuku turned to him.

'Okay, so you don't actually have to do anything except maybe get me some bowls, but I figured I'd give you the chance to take a breather. You looked a little flustered back there.'

'I thought I looked fine…'

'You looked beautiful, but I know you really want to impress mum - even though she already loves you.' Izuku smiled warmly at him and winked. 'So be a dear and get the bowls so you can say you helped me plate up.'

Another day and Shoto would've had a witty retort for that, but today he was just thankful to have something to do to calm his nerves. So instead, he turned on his heel and gathered three bowls from the cupboard, including Izuku's All Might-themed one, and set them on the side.

His boyfriend flashed him another smile, before they began serving the katsudon.

☀️🌙

'That was absolutely fantastic! Thank you, my favourite boys!' Inko beamed at Shoto from across the table, whilst capturing Izuku in a side hug.

Shoto didn't know how to respond to that. After all, he didn't do any of the katsudon.

'I didn't-'

'There's still dessert, mum!' Izuku laughed, thoroughly content with having the life squeezed out of him.

'I couldn't possibly!' Inko shook her head, finally relinquishing her hold on her son. 'I've been watching my weight recently and-'

'Shoto-kun made it though!'

'I think you look fine, Inko-san.' Shoto chimed in. 'And your weight is perfectly normal for a mother who has such a stress-inducing son.'

'Hey!'

'Your words have tempted me, Todoroki-kun.' Inko winked, ignoring Izuku's unintelligible protests. 'In that case, I'd love to try your dessert.'

Back in the kitchen, Shoto retrieved the two bowls of batter from the fridge, whilst his boyfriend set up the frying pan and the deep fryer.

'Okay, so while I'm deep-frying the churros, you can make the crepes. I've put oil in the pan. Wait until it's hot, then it's the same as making a pancake. Sound good?'

'Everything you say sounds good.' Shoto replied easily, placing his bowl on the side.

'Flirt.' Izuku teased affectionately, before turning away to start piping the churro mix.

Shoto smiled softly and watched him go, before quickly glancing back at Inko, who was still sat at the dining table. When their eyes met and she smiled knowingly at him, his cheeks flooded with heat and he quickly turned back to the oven.

Eager to look busy, he poured the first bit of batter into the pan. Halfway through, realisation set in and he lowered the bowl to look at his creation with horror.

Fuck, I didn't wait for the pan to heat up.

Looking back on this day in the years to come, Shoto could say with absolute confidence that this moment was when it all went downhill.

'Er…' He frantically looked around for a solution, adamant not to bother Izuku. His eyes eventually landed on his hands and a thought crossed his mind.

If I can heat up the pan faster, maybe it'll be fine?

Shoto stared down the pan, before picking it up with his right hand and placing his left underneath. Fire burst out from his palm, as hot as he could reasonably conjure. It was going great, he reckoned; the oil started sizzling and the batter started to brown.

Nodding to himself, Shoto extinguished his flames and moved to flip the crepe. However, it wouldn't move. No matter how hard he tried to shake it around in the pan, it was glued to the spot.

Not wanting to admit defeat just yet, he put the pan down and used the spatula to separate it. Impatient, he ended up ripping the crepe in half, flipping it over to find that it had completely blackened.

'What's that smell, Sho?'

Fuck.

He glanced to the side. Izuku had started walking over, concern written all over his face.

In retrospect, Shoto should've really just told the truth. However, at that moment, his pride couldn't take it.

'Nothing!'

Scooping up the entire crepe onto his spatula, he shoved the entire thing in his mouth to hide any evidence. His eyes immediately started to water and he quickly cooled his mouth down to prevent any second-degree burns, albeit his tongue was definitely going to feel numb for the next few days.

Composing himself, Shoto turned to find Izuku staring at him, eyebrow raised and hands on his hips. He didn't miss the worry in his boyfriend's eyes though.

'You didn't give the pan time to heat up, did you?'

Oh, he caught me...

Unable to speak, Shoto nodded his head and chewed sadly.

'What am I going to do with you, eh?' A calloused hand came to rest against his scarred cheek. 'Are you okay? You burn your mouth?'

Shoto swallowed the last of the crepe and shivered, the taste of charred batter lingering.

'Just my tongue. I'll be fine.'

Izuku hummed softly and opened his mouth to say something.

However, whatever he was about to say immediately died on his lips, because at that moment, the deep fryer decided that it had been neglected for too long and that now would be the perfect time to catch fire with a dramatic fwoosh.

'Holy motherfucking shit!' Izuku exclaimed, scrambling away to fetch something to extinguish it with. 'Fucking cheap pile of worthless-'

'I got it.' Shoto raised his right hand and shot out a chunk of ice.

'No!' Izuku practically screeched. 'You can't use water on an oil-!'

It was too late, a layer of frost sat on top of the fryer, smothering the fire… For a solid two seconds, before the entire thing exploded into flames.

'Oh fuck.' Shoto muttered, watching as the blaze grew, turning the walls black and filling his lungs with smoke.

Luckily for him, Momo was on standby. She quickly created several wet-chemical fire extinguishers and together, her and Izuku got to work, while Shoto stood with Inko and watched from the side.

When the threat had been averted, Shoto continued to stare as Izuku and Momo sorted the carnage. 'I am so sorry, Inko-san. I ruined your birthday, didn't I?'

Inko chuckled and moved to hug Shoto's right arm.

'It's okay, sweetie. You haven't ruined my birthday… Although I take it dessert is no longer happening.'

When Shoto nodded solemnly, she squeezed a little tighter. 'If it makes you feel any better, I thoroughly enjoyed today. Any time spent with you and Izuku is a gift, I rarely see him nowadays.'

She didn't sound particularly sad, but Shoto still felt bad for her. He knew his own mother had found it difficult being alone for so long. He couldn't even imagine how Inko was feeling. From what Izuku had told him, the two of them had been best friends his entire life. To go from seeing each other every day to once every few months must've hurt.

'It must be difficult.' He looked at the floor.

'At first it was, but not so much now.' Inko smiled at him when Shoto chanced a glance at her. 'I used to be so worried back in your first year. He'd throw himself into everything and get hurt. I swear I aged ten years.'

'You and me both.' Shoto muttered.

'Oh hush, you.' She giggled. 'But he's grown so much and he's got wonderful people around him, like you, and I know you'll protect and take care of each other.'

'What about you?'

'Me?' Inko seemed amused at the question. 'I have people around me too, don't you worry.'

Now was Shoto's perfect opportunity.

'Is it All Might?'

Inko's lip wobbled and she burst out laughing, eliciting an embarrassed blush to cross Shoto's face.

'All Might is one of those people, yes.' She wiped a tear from her eye. 'But I'm friends with your mother too, remember?'

'That's true.' Shortly after his mother had been released from the hospital, Inko had reached out to her and the two had become fast friends.

What was it about the Midoriyas always going out of their way to befriend a Todoroki?

'So don't worry about me, honey.' Inko continued, as they watched Izuku pour the blackened churros into the bin. When his boyfriend caught them staring, Inko waved at him as if half the kitchen wasn't in utter chaos.

She chuckled. 'Worry about your cooking instead.'

#tododeku #todoroki shoto #midoriya izuku #midoriya inko #tw: food #AgarJelly writes #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todoizu #tw: eating

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lululawrence · 4 years ago

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20 First Fic Lines Challenge

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns. choose your favorite opening line and then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

now that i just read the rules, i’m getting all weepy eyed because of the fact that you guys tagged me! awww thank youuuuuu! So anyway, I was tagged byyyy @greenfeelings, @laynefaire, @justalarryblog, @evilovesyou, @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed, @disgruntledkittenface @zanniscaramouche, and @kingsofeverything. Thank you, friends!!

i’m gonna do these from most recent on back, and even though it doesn’t post until friday, i’m gonna include my big bang. ¯\__(ツ)__/¯ deal with it lol

1. Caught In Your Gravity (Coming April 23!) Harry parked the car and nervously scrubbed the palms of his hands against his thighs.

2. Choose My Words Carefully Greg loved farmer’s markets.

3. That Don't Define Who You Are Harry wasn’t sure when he started feeling… lesser.

4. No One Likes to be Alone Harry’s hands shook as he tried to tap out a single stimm.

5. (I'm Dreaming of a) One Night Inn “Thank you, Pittsburgh!” Louis yelled into the mic, one arm raised to the sky in a fist.

6. What You Waiting For? “I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

7. I'mma Give You A Promotion “Did you hear?”

8. And Then I Saw His Face “Close the door.”

9. The Way You Bend the Rules Rory remembered what it was like before his soulmate was born.

10. Just Me and the Stars Can Get Lonely Niall looked around the room and sighed in relief.

11. Don't You Call Him (What You Used To Call Me) Harry woke up slowly, the sun shining in his eyes making sleep an impossibility.

12. Do You Know Who You Are? Harry tried not to let questions like that get to him, but sometimes when he’s caught off guard the thought lodges within him, like a splinter but for his brain.

13. Loving You's the Antidote Nick and Harry had never been an obvious match.

14. I'm Ready for the Worst From the moment Greg had met the One Direction lads, he’d known they had something special.

15. Don't Want It Any Other Way Harry parked the car and collected his phone and keys before going to the trunk to gather his grocery totes.

16. Lately You've Been On My Mind Louis turned on his ring light and made sure everything was ready to go to film his next video.

17. Would You Be My Girlfriend? Louis smoothed down her top and brushed her fingers through her hair to be sure it was laying over her shoulders just right.

18. Wrinkles Louis walked along the beach and knew he’d made the right choice.

19. Talk the Night Through Harry twirled in his chair a little bit as he listened to his internet dial up.

20. Political Pizza Louis was ravenous.

okay so patterns... if i’m not starting with dialogue, i always start with a name. lmaooooo well, not always, but almost. otherwise... i’m not sure. i never really think about my first lines, i’m just excited to start a new story, so i write them and jump right in and i do think it shows haha i will say though that first lines are FAR easier for me than last lines. fucking hate last lines.

as for my favorite? from these 20 i’d probably have to say... the first line from the way you bend the rules. i’m incredibly proud of those two fics, but also i feel like that first line really grabs at you and makes you curious to learn more, so i’d probably choose that one.

i’m not sure who’s done this! i’ll tag some random people and if you ahven’t done it yet, you should!! let’s see.... @becomeawendybird, @jaerie, @2tiedships2, @mercurial-madhouse, @all-these-larrythings, @fallinglikethis, @fournipplesau, @allwaswell16, @tempolarriefix, @dinosaursmate and there we go! hehe

#mine #first lines #this was fun! haha #my fics

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alyss-spazz-penedo · 4 years ago

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Do you remember that time I told you I cried while writing a thing for the unedited v!Wind fic, @w1lmutt. Do you.

Consider this a warning: It’s karma time 8)

<<First Part 6 Next>>

"Oh." Link stops dead, halting their limping journey into the village. He looks around like he's not sure if he's dreaming. "Oh."

“Link? Is that you?” Mesa calls from his vegetable patch. Link sways as he stares at the man, looking like he's seeing a ghost instead of a perfectly hale and healthy Hylian. "Goddesses, you don't look so good. Are- are you holding up alright?"

"He'll be fine," Tetra replies, when it becomes clear Link can’t respond.

"And Tetra too." The man shakes himself. "Aryll was looking for you, Link. You'd... you'd better get on home," he says, horribly sympathetic. Link feels his heartbeat hitch.

"No," he breathes. Tetra nearly drops him as he jerks forward. "No, no no no, I was supposed to have more time- I’m not ready-!”

~o0o~

"Liiiiiiink!" A voice echoes faintly down into the cave. The heroes look up as one, reacting to their shared name. "Where are youuuuuu?"

A beat. "No one recognizes her, right?"

A round of negatives. Then, from further away, "Big brootheeer! Liiiiiink!"

"...You don't think-?"

"The villagers?"

They exchange looks. Time makes his way out of the fountain first. He surveys the now empty forest, frowning. "We should make haste."

~o0o~

There’s a crowd gathered on his doorstep by the time Link manages to stagger his way home. Their grim voices sweep over him like the tide, rushing in and out. He can’t grasp a single word they’re saying.

Sturgeon, the closest thing Outset has to a doctor, is kneeling next to her. He looks up when Link barges in. "Come now, old friend," he murmurs to Link's grandma, patting her hand. "Look who's come to see you. Won't you open your eyes for your dear grandson?"

“Mister Sturgeon? Is she- she’s gonna be okay, right?” Link pants. “What happened?”

“She collapsed outside. Gave poor Aryll quite the fright. We brought her in but... I’m afraid there’s not much to be done, lad.” The old man looks almost calm, almost resigned—already grieving, which isn’t fucking good enough.

Link seizes him by the collar. “What do you mean not much to be-!” He starts to snarl. Stops. Grandma’s eyelids are fluttering open.

“Link...?” She breathes, terrifyingly soft. “Is that you, dearie?”

He drops the useless old man immediately, falling to his knees next to the cushion she’s laid out on. “Grandma, hold on, just hold on, I’ll- I’ll get a potion, no, a fairy, just-!“

“Goodness. It feels... like it’s been such a long time since I last saw you. You’ve grown.”

Link freezes. He clutches at her hand gently, desperately. “No I haven’t,” he croaks. “I was here when you fell asleep. I haven’t- I haven’t aged a single day since then, I made sure-”

“You’ll stay a while this time... won’t you?” She wheezes, hazy and unfocused. “I’d like... to be able... to see you off again...” She sighs, eyes drooping. Her hand falls limp.

“Grandma?” He whimpers. “Grandma, I’m not going anywhere. Wake up, please wake up, just a little longer, I’m- I’m almost ready-” A feverish light enters his eyes. “I finally found it,” he promises her. “A way to show you Hyrule. Fields bigger than entire islands, and forests full of creatures we’ve never seen before, and huge deserts of sun and sand dunes. The winds there are so sweet, not a lick of ocean salt to be found, and it’s so beautiful-“ His voice breaks. “You can’t leave without even seeing it, Grandma. You can’t.”

Grandma doesn't respond.

Instead, Link jerks as a most unwelcome voice offers, “...Try this."

The heroes that did this stand gathered by the doorway, in the space the villagers had vacated to give him some privacy. They look as though they’ve been there a while. The Hero of Time holds out a bottled fairy like a peace offering.

“You,” Link hisses. Stops. Tetra’s laid a supportive hand on his shoulder. “Why would you...?”

“Thank you,” she tells Time in his stead, accepting the fairy and shoving it into Link’s hands. Link stares down at it, shakes himself, and promptly upends the container onto Grandma’s chest.

The little sprite spirals and spirals, scattering pixie dust. Nothing changes.

Frantic now, Link feels for her pulse. It takes him far too long to find it—faint and stuttering. “Why isn’t it working?!”

Hyrule pushes forward. “Let me try,” he offers, hands up like Link is a wild animal he’s trying not to spook. “I don’t have much experience with old people, but I know some healing magic. Maybe I can help.”

Link stares at him, the words taking longer than they should to comprehend. He gnaws at his lip, once, before giving his permission with a tight nod.

“Careful, ‘Rulie,” someone cautions. Link doesn’t bother looking up to see who, eyes fixed on the glowing hands the older boy lays on his grandma’s chest. “You’ve used too much magic today. Potions only do so much.”

"It's fine." Hyrule casts once, words falling musically from his lips. When the light dies, his patient looks no different. Frowning, he tries again, slower, hands running up and down Grandma’s form, picking up her hands and cupping them in his own.

At last, panting, Hyrule shakes his head, and Link could run him through where he stands.

“Why not?! You said you could help!”

“He said he’d try, kid. Back off.” Not unkindly, Legend forces him to step away from Hyrule.

The healer, for his part, merely shakes his head again. “I don’t understand it. There’s barely any life left in her. I’m sorry, but I don’t—I’m not even sure how she’s breathing right now.” He steps away, gently placing her hands back on the blanket. “It’s... almost as though she's been hollowed out. She’s been beyond saving for a long time now.”

“No- no that can’t be right, she was having a good day when, when I- she was outside, she was walking, she was, she wasn’t-!”

The travelers exchange glances. Legend is the only one callous enough to say what they all suspect. “Then that curse probably drained whatever she had left, kid.”

Link whirls on him with a snarl. “You’re lying!“ He yells, fingers itching for a sword that isn’t there. “She wasn’t-!”

“They’re not,” Tetra cuts in. She has her arms folded across her chest, tight. Link still catches the shiver she tries to hide. “If what that... thing did to her was anything like what it did to me... ‘drain’ is a good way to put it.”

Link shakes his head again. “You’re lying,” he chokes. Slower, broken, he whispers, “it wasn’t supposed to hurt her.”

“I’m sorry,” Hyrule repeats again, uselessly. “But I don’t think she’ll last the night. She doesn’t have enough energy left.”

Link is about to do something—beg, lash out, scream, please can’t you use mine, when-

“Who are you guys?” A high voice demands from beyond the crowd of heroes. “Why are you in my house?”

“Aryll,” Link breathes.

His sister doesn’t hear, squirming her way in while shouting, “Link? Big Brother, are you home? Grandma, Grandma she-”

She breaks past the travelers. Stops dead when she takes in the scene. “Big brother? Why are you crying?” She utters. “Grandma’s- Grandma’s gonna be okay, isn’t she?”

Link opens his mouth. Closes it. Trembles.

Twilight, standing closest to Aryll, puts a hand on the girl’s shoulder and gently urges her closer to Link, to Grandma. Like that might do anything. Like that might help.

His hands clench into fists. “Get out,” he rasps. Aryll clutches at his sleeve. They’re both trembling now.

“Are you sure?” Hyrule hesitates, and Link hates the way he looks at them. The way they’re all looking at him and his family. “Maybe we should-”

“Get out get out get OUT!” He demands, voice rising to a shriek. With a sharp swing of his Deku leaf and a massive blast of air, most of the intruders are sent tumbling backwards, out to the porch. The ones that manage to keep their feet are swiftly escorted out by a grim-faced Tetra.

The pirate captain surveys them with cool eyes as they gather themselves, as they exchange uncertain glances. “You don’t need to be here,” she says, giving voice to what they’re all thinking. “Scram. Outset doesn’t have lodgings for travelers; go figure out where you’ll stay if you’re staying, or where you’ll go if you’re going. Except you,” and here she jabs her finger at Warriors demandingly. “You better stick around, because you are going to tell me the whole story later. Now get lost, all of you.”

Her piece said, she whirls on her heel and marches right back into the house they’d all been ejected from. The door thunks firmly shut behind her—a clear warning not to follow.

~o0o~

At the first hint of sunrise, Link knocks on Master Orca’s door.

“I know you guys are in there. I’m not here to fight.”

They crack open the door. Link’s a mess. He regards them all with glassy eyes, and when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, croaks, “where’s my sword?”

“Why should we give it to you?” They are, reasonably, rather wary at the request.

“I need it to get rid of the blockade. The monsters can’t stay, they’ll scare people.”

They consider this, consider the boy standing numbly before them. Finally, Wild fetches the blade from the depths of his Slate.

Link takes it. Nods at them. Turns around and trudges down to the ocean, single-mindedly making his way to the nearest platform on the water. The visiting heroes follow him as far as the shoreline, where he slips on the Helmaroc Mask and takes to the sky.

In the dim light of the false dawn, they stand vigil and watch as Link wordlessly, mindlessly slaughters his way from one end of the horizon to the other.

#Vinked Universe #my writing #I spent like an hour sobbing when I first came up with this #tw minor character death #minor. MINOR character #fanfic

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