#Fun fact! I got dizzy when mixing the red paint for this

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Stomach book fanart!

[jxngh]

Hey! It's me again with another request. 😅

What about a Hoseok that everyone underestimate and think that just because he's so adorable, a true gentleman and even cheesy that they don't think he can be good at bed.

So, some girls make a bet (idk let's pretend their work colleagues or they're in college, what suits you better) what they don't know is, that Hoseok somehow, actually finds out about this bet, but he's not bother at all, on the contrary, he's beyond thrilled since he's been wanted to fuck hard OC, so this is his chance to prove her how wrong she actually is.

The player will be end up being played.

A good boy with a little a very dirty secret behind doors. What do you think? 👀

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your sweet boss is made a party for the ones who freshly started work with you. you didn't expect anything less from a gentleman as him. he was always disciplined but never not supportive and adorable. sometimes even cheesy.

you and your work colleagues were in the party. and after some food and drinks - and not seeing him around - they basically started gossipping. you were trying to be friends with the new colleagues but you all were in the same conversation so you kinda had to be in it.

"soo... what do you guys think about your new boss?" asked one of your close colleagues. she loved gossipping and stuff like that, was so fun all the time.

"he's super sweet...i don't know if it's because we're new to be honest." said the new girl. and the new boy added "i feel like he's a gentleman but...we don't know how is he in bed right?" he made a funny voice. you all laughed.

"bet he's not good at bed, seems too soft." your fun friend said while she's taking another bite from the food. and she turned to you before asking. "what do you think, __?"

"i don't know..." you looked at her, then the others. "he seems vanilla but i can't really say if he's bad."

they talked about it a little then the conversation changed.

you were still thinking about it tho. the thing you didn't know was that he heard your talk while he's getting another drink from a table closer to you guys.

after a week from the party, to check your work, he came to your room. at least that was what you thought. you thought that you did something wrong and he was here to show you how to fix it. as he did multiple times before.

but no, here he was showing you the plans of the new design of the office from the computer, too close to your face while he's behind the chair you're sitting at. you couldn't focus on the screen because of him.

and you couldn't decide if it's smell that is making your mind dizzy or the tone of his voice. there was definitely something different today.

"are you even listening __?" he asked and that was when you really started listening. your attention was on his side profile which is looking like he's a painting.

"oh uhm yes. sorry, i got distracted." you confessed.

that put a grin to his face. he came closer to you, leaving a deep breath. you felt small tingles on your neck.

"you're one of my best workers and you always listen carefully what i say, __. is something wrong?" he asked you, eyes traveling to your lips for a millisecond. the gap between you two was so small, you could feel his capturing smell making your mind dumb.

"n-nothing." you stuttered, trying too hard to look at him in the eyes. your mind was screaming at you that you should get back but you just stayed still.

he took a deep breath and tilted his head.

"is this vanilla?"

wha- what was he talking about? why did he just highlight the word? did he hear you talking? shit. you were going to be fired if he did. plus you didn't want him to hear those words, you just said it. ugh.

your eyes widened but you tried to act like he's talking about something else.

"what is?" you looked up at him, his breathtaking features. the grey suit was covering his body so well. damn, you thought.

he looked at you and talked before slightly smirking.

"the colour, __. what else could it be?"

you looked down and gulped before looking at him again.

"i d-don't know sir." you felt your cheeks getting hotter, shit. what was happening to you? you weren't exactly a shy type of woman but the sudden hint made you flustered.

he held the armrests of your chair and turned you to face him, then he gently nipped your chin and made you look up.

"why are you getting red? tell me what's on your mind, baby." he said staying still and leaving only few centimeters between your faces.

him calling you that sent a flutter to your heart. what happened to the sweetest boss you had? and more importantly, why did you want him so bad with just a word?

"thought you were thinking that i'm vanilla, but here you are getting even more red with a 'baby'..."

fuck. he knew. he knew what you've said. you wanted to speak and tell him that he misunderstood or something, at least try to fix this someway. but you couldn't, not when you were that close. you opened your mouth but no words came out. and your brain focused on his breath brushing your lips, he was looking amazing.

"i can prove you wrong baby. bet you'll only think and talk about me." he said before brushing his lips to yours for a second. you closed your eyes. then he watched your face with lust filled gaze of his.

your hand found his neck and pulled him close to a kiss. it was intense, wasn't so slow but not fast either. you felt his hands coming down and holding your waist, then down and grabbing your ass while he sucked your bottom lip. after that he lifted you and made you sat on your table.

he started to give your ass hard squeezes while groaning into your mouth.

"mmmh " he said before spreading your legs and rolling his hips against yours.

he was so hard and you were sure your panties were wet after that kiss. and now he was sucking marks to your neck to collarbone. you loved the feeling of getting marked by him. the way he touched you were mind-numbing.

"mmph, please." you moaned, not able to opening your eyes from the feeling.

he smirked and held your waist tightly. then rolled his hips to yours, it was harder this time.

"name it baby. please what?" he asked leaving a peck to the sweet spot under your ear. it sent tingles to your body, you held his head and pulled him closer. now you were face to face, his eyes were half lidded and full with lust, looking deeply into your ones.

"please sir, prove me wrong." you said breathily.

he smiled for a second, then kissed your lips hungrily. then with a low moan he sent his tongue to meet yours. and yeah,he was so good at it. it was like his tongue is dancing on yours. you couldn't help but whimper.

you felt his hands getting under your dress, playing with the thin waistband while he leaves low grunts to your mouth. the vibration was making you feel some type of way. your whimpers were telling the same thing.

your hands found his belt and unbuckled it without breaking the intense kiss you've having with him. he slid your panties aside and started to rub his hand to your wetness.

"fuck." he breathed havily. "all of this is for me? fuck baby, you make me wanna ruin you."

you smiled and palmed his erection, getting low curses from him. you could feel him twitching.

"i'm ready sir." you said, looking at his hungry expression. your hands were resting on the waistband of his underwear. you slowly pulled it down.

he was long and pretty. and definitely ready to fuck. the gray suit he wore was looking so rich, and the fact that he still had it on was a turn on to you.

he didn't waste anymore time and pushed himself to you in one thrust. your moans and his grunts mixed. he was holding your waist and sucking your neck.

"ah sir, move. please."after checking your face he continued his movement slowly. you could feel every inch of him, he was so deep and filling you so well.

he started to move faster, making you jolt with every push of his hips. you needed to get support from your hands, holding the table tightly.

"such a pretty baby, spreading herself for me on her table, crying under me." he said pulling himself back almost fully. "still thinking i'm vanilla?" he said and pushed himself harder, finding the spot easily. and now he was fucking you rough.

"n-no sir, ohh yes." you replied and felt your high coming, by the way his dick twitches inside of you after every moan of yours you could tell he's close too.

he kept his pace, made you lose control of your moans while he leaves low grunts to your neck, whispers dirty stuff to your ear.

"come as i say pretty." he said and gave deep thrusts, getting faster and going slower and deeper again. your pussy started to clench like crazy. if you weren't being held by him you'd probably fall because how hard he fucks.

"come." he said and you both came, you were a moaning mess.

he pulled himself out and fixed your dress after fixing his suit, getting ready to leave.

"guess i proved it all wrong, huh?" he said, watching your not so out of bliss face. it was a strong high.

"i can't believe i thought that sir." you said looking at his lips involuntarily. you were still between your desk and him. he moved closer and kissed you slowly. then his hands found the marks he left on your skin.

"everybody will know who left these marks on you baby. you can cover it up... or you can keep it and i can take you a proper date tonight. cause this wasn't just sex for me. what'd you say?"

his words made your heart flutter. you couldn't help but smile.

"of course."

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[sleepy-sunlight]

Hey have you been busy or have you not been getting many requests? I miss your writing! If you have the time could you write something where the inquisitor has a child (around 5 years old) and the child stays with Cullen and the others at Skyhold whenever the Inquisitor is away? Thanks, I hope you've been doing well 💞💞

I’m a mix of busy and living for the next time I sleep so it’s been a bit messy life-wise but I’m trying to start things back up! Ideally, I’m trying to set up a Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule where I post a prompt on one of my three blogs each day because I should be totally free during those days!  

Anyways, thank you for your patience, and have a fantastic day!

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Cullen grew up the second oldest of four. Most of his early childhood was spent parceling out responsibilities for watching over Branson and Rosalie with Mia.  

Branson was the epitome of what his mother had liked to call a ‘wild child’. He’d climb up to the tallest trees in Honnleath and when he found himself too high to properly come back down his solution was to swing from the branches until they broke. One could only guess how well that turned out.  

Rosalie on the other hand was a fan of collecting every insect or small animal that crossed her way. Cullen could still remember the yelps his mother would try to hide at the sight of Rosalie holding a long, winding centipede in her palms. The worst was a feral fox cub that’d subsequently became loose in the house. That’d been an eventful evening.  

Neither sibling was ‘ideal’, but he supposed even he had his own faults.  

Nevertheless, it made Cullen oddly ideal with children. For all his military abilities and fighting talent, most were astonished at how in the snap of one’s fingers, Cullen could stop even the worst wailing from a child. Josephine once said she’d “pay him double his Inquisition salary to babysit her siblings.”  

Cullen had responded with “what salary?”  

Considering money was Josephine’s department, the subject was swiftly dropped.  

However, that didn’t take away from the actual babysitting Cullen found himself in.  

Very few, after all, expected the Inquisitor to have a child.  

Your child’s name was Olivia – just five years old and more of a firecracker than you were. Her hair was often in braids, so for all her running and scrambling about, she wouldn’t get caught on anything. For her birthday Varric had given her a little yellow ribbon, and she’d wear it to sleep if you didn’t insist otherwise.

She was a troublesome little thing, but she was one of the few bright things in your world, and you clearly treasured her. She’d race to you as fast as her legs could carry her when you’d return to Skyhold and every time you’d scoop her up in your arms and swing her until you both were left dizzy and stumbling throughout the courtyard. No matter where you went you always came back with something for her, and whether a fanciful toy or simply a flower, Olivia adored it.

She even had a secret hiding place for all the presents you brought her. She’d shown Cullen one evening and despite knowing just about every detail of the gifts, he’d still ask like it was the first time he’d ever laid eyes on them.  

Curiously enough, Olivia had a fondness for the Commander. Often times when you and Cullen would take walks along the barracks Olivia would follow behind, holding loosely onto the end of his shroud. She liked it especially when each of you would hold one of her hands and swing her back and forth. It was… domestic in a sense. Far more than Cullen ever expected for himself.  

He’d hardly even expected to meet someone like you – so full of life and passion for all that you did. You were a breath of fresh air in the coldness he’d so well known. Cullen hoped Olivia hadn’t noticed how he stared but she was nosy – she took that from you.  

She’d been given plenty of opportunities to be nosy since you’d left, asking Cullen specifically to watch over her.  

“I won’t be long,” You’d told him the evening before you left. “But there are reports of red templars making advancements towards a village and I-”  

“I know,” Cullen hesitated but set a hand on your shoulder. He didn’t know if his smiles helped you at all, but he offered one anyway. “You don’t need to explain. I’ll help however I can, including taking care of Olivia.”  

You let out a sigh of relief and laughed. “Thank you I-” You couldn’t figure the words and so instead hugged him, winding your arms around his neck. “You’re the best.”  

He was left stunned for a moment. It wasn’t like he’d experienced much affection in his life once he’d left for the Templar order – so much as a hug was almost foreign to him.  However hesitantly, he managed to return the gesture. His hovering hands shifting to hold you tight.

He forgot how much he missed such a simple thing as a hug.  

You left shortly thereafter both of you a little sheepish but warmhearted, nonetheless. Olivia followed you to Skyhold’s gates, holding your hand but still stumbling to keep up despite her best efforts. When you knelt to meet her, she nearly ran right into you, only caught by your grip shifting to her shoulders.  

“Woah there, soldier!” You laughed softly. “You know you can’t come with me.”  

Olivia immediately began to pout. “But I’ll be good! I promise!”  

“It’s not a matter of being good, it’s dangerous.” You smiled warmly, squeezing her shoulders. “Even for the toughest kid around! You got to stay here, keep everyone safe.”  

Before Olivia could object you spoke once more, lowering your voice to a whisper. “In fact, I’ve got a super-secret mission for you. I need you to personally look after Commander Cullen – keep him out of trouble.”  

Olivia shot a quick glance to Cullen who stood a little way off, pretending to look at a set of reports.  

“Okay! I know you like him!”  

Cullen had to work very hard not to look up and see your expression in that moment. But he supposed he wouldn’t want you to see how red he’d become either. At the very least, he heard a gasp.

“I-It’s ah – it’s our little secret though! Don’t forget, okay?”  

Olivia nodded. “I won’t!”  

“Promise?”  

Olivia huffed. “I promise!”  

You chuckled. “Alright, alright. I love you, Olivia.”  

Cullen looked up to see Olivia jump up to hug you, burying her head in the crook of your neck and failing to hide the tiniest sniffle. She always hated seeing you go.  

“I love you too.”  

With a wave of your hand, you and the rest of your team left. Olivia refused to budge an inch before you disappeared beyond sight. Even then she only moved a few steps forward, perhaps in hopes to catch one last glimpse of you.  

“Miss them already, do you?” Cullen approached the child steadily, making his heavy boots clearly known to not startle her. He even spoke quietly.  

Olivia gave a meek nod, wiping at her eyes quickly.

Cullen pretended not to see – if she was anything like you it’d only make her more embarrassed.  

“I miss them too.” Cullen said. “But while they’re gone… would you want to sneak a few extra treats from the kitchen? I won’t tell if you don’t.”  

Olivia perked up just a tad. Cullen offered his hand that practically swallowed Olivia’s when she accepted it. But she smiled.  

“Okay.”  

She hid an entire extra loaf of cinnamon bread in Cullen’s shroud. It was awful, thinking of the sugar and sticky cinnamon that was sure to attract insects of all sort, but worth it. She giggled the whole time, and still considered it an ‘extreme scheme’ even though no one cared and at least three kitchen-maids watched them the entire time – pretending to hide little Olivia from everyone else.  

She didn’t even bother to have the bread cut into slices, sitting in his office breaking it apart in chunks and pieces.  

“I can cut it if you want, you know.” Cullen told her, his brows furrowed.  

“No, I like it this way. It’s a surprise every time!” Olivia raised her head to the Commander, swinging her legs in the seat across his desk. “Do you want some? I’ll share, but you can’t tell Varric! He’ll get jealous.”  

“Why would he-” Cullen immediately remembered Varric’s proud title as Olivia’s ‘partner in crime’ and found the answer for himself.  

Admittedly Cullen would’ve said no. He never had much of a sweet tooth. However, Olivia clearly wanted to give him a piece and already had two corners of the bread pinched between her fingers to give him. It was just something a person couldn’t say no to.  

“I’d love a piece.”  

It was just as sugary and sappy as he’d imagined.  

“Oi, metal britches!”  

The yelling came a few hours later, when evening started to paint the sky overhead and the sun dripped in through his windows. It didn’t take a genius to recognize Sera.  

She nearly kicked the door in, and as if that wasn’t enough, slammed her firsts against his desk with enough ferocity to shake the very earth. The mischievous glint in her eyes was anything but good.  

“As appealing as the name ‘metal britches’ is, could we try another name next time?” Cullen frowned. “Perhaps my real one?”  

“Nah, I like this one better. Listen, I’ve got this great idea for an ambush on this Orlesian snobs – and I know you hate Orlesians just as much so I was thinking I could get your head of your ar-”  

Cullen nearly jumped out of his seat trying to stop Sera. “Reserve the language for when children aren’t around?”  

“Wha-” Sera wrinkled her nose only to twist her head and see little Olivia, watching Sera with the utmost awe. Olivia happened to look up to Sera with her ‘fun-loving’ pranks. It brought comfort when you were gone. “Oh! Pipsqueak! I was wondering where you’d run off to!”  

She peered over to see the last bits of the cinnamon bread. “Mind if I swipe a piece?”  

“Mm!” Olivia eagerly gave Sera the rest. Of all the people Sera loved to torment, Olivia was never one of them. If anything, she had a soft spot for the child.  

“Oh no that ain’t necessary but you’re a sweet thing for offering.” Sera leaned in to Olivia, pretending to whisper, but only brought her voice louder for Cullen to clearly hear. “See, I was trying to get Mr. Boring over here to have some fun for once, but I don’t think he’s gonna budge.”  

“Cullen!” Olivia exclaimed, puffing out her cheeks.  

Sera stopped her further protests. “I know, what a bore! But I’m thinking if he won’t have some fun – why don’t we?”  

“Now Sera-” Cullen rose from his seat. “The Inquisitor asked me specifically to look after Olivia while they were gone-”  

“We’re not going to Halamshiraal get your knickers out of a twist!” Sera snorted. “I’ll bring her back in one piece, but a kid can’t sit around all day!”

“I…”  

Olivia was gripping excitedly at the edge of her seat, and if her toes could reach the floor they would’ve been tapping too. Anyone could see she desperately wanted to spend time with the ‘fun rogue’. Cullen could be fun too – it just didn’t include putting buckets of water over their ambassador’s door. Less dangerous fun.  

“Nothing reckless,” Cullen pinched the bridge of his nose. “If I see so much as a scratch on Olivia, I’ll have your quarters repurposed to a storage closet.”  

“If I get a hair on the squirt’s head out of place, I’ll banish myself, does that make you feel better? I won’t get in the way of your crush on the boss.”  

“I do not-”

Sera and Olivia were already gone before he could even finish, giggling as the elf lifted the girl onto her shoulders and scrambled out. It was almost fascinating how quickly he could come to regret a decision.  

They were gone for a few hours, when night arrived and a chill soaked into the floor Cullen began to pace, anxious and ready to go searching top to bottom for Olivia.  

He only made it to the grand hall when he found the two of them. Sera, snoring with her head fallen back in her ornate seat with Olivia, sleeping sound in Sera’s lap. A blanket was slipped over the two of them, and just a few feet away in another chair was Varric, watching the fireplace crackle.  

“Don’t you worry Curly, I kept them distracted.” Varric laughed and took a sip of his wine. “You’d be surprised how much Buttercup loves a good story.”  

Cullen let out a sigh of relief as he made his way to Olivia. She was clutching onto to Sera and her head was laid lazily on her stomach, a slow rise and fall lifting her up and down. She looked so comfortable; it was almost hard to wake her up.  

“Was she a handful?” Cullen asked.  

“Olivia or Buttercup?”  

“Either one.” Cullen scoffed.  

“Buttercup is a given, but Olivia is always a pleasure. It’s nice to have someone actually enjoy my rough drafts – they’re just what put Sera to sleep.” Varric laughed to himself. “Everyone’s a critic.”  

“I’m surprised the Inquisitor didn’t take you with them,” Cullen remarked. “Dorian, Blackwall, and you are typically their regular party.”  

Varric simpered. “As old as Blackwall looks, I’m older – and you’ve got to give the elderly a break.”

“You can’t be beyond your late thirties.”  

Varric raised a glass amusedly. “Or maybe I just age that good. Either way, mentally, I’m in my sixties. I like to have the occasional night in!”  

“Does that mean Olivia could call you ‘grandfather’?”  

“Don’t you dare put that idea in her head Curly.”

Cullen turned his attention back to Olivia with a laugh. He gently scooped her up in his arms, and Sera only mildly objected in the form of halfhearted tugs at his gauntlets. The second Olivia felt the fur of his cloak she sank against it; even attempting to wrap herself up like a blanket.  

“Thank you for watching over her, Varric – even if only for a short time.”  

The dwarf shook his head. “No trouble. You just make sure that one gets some shut-eye.”  

Cullen took Olivia to your quarters – It had a grand enough bed that you shared with your parent when they were here anyhow. The few times Cullen had entered early, Olivia would be snuggled up among the silk sheets like a burrowed rabbit. She’d never get out if you didn’t make her.  

He pulled back the blankets and set her down gently. The second she recognized just where she was, Olivia grappled at the sheets and pull them up to her chin – even her cheeks were smothered against her pillow.  

Cullen would’ve left to return to his own room when Olivia reached out for his hand and ruined that plan.

“Can you stay, Mr. Rutherford?”  

She only used that name when she wanted something out of him. It worked every time.  

Cullen paused briefly, relenting as he sat down at the foot of the bed. “Of course, Olivia.”  

“Can I ask you something?” She mumbled, eyes only a tiny bit open and words slurring.  

He smiled softly. “Of course.”  

“Do you… do you like them?” She clearly peeked one eye open at this point. Olivia was far from subtle.  

“Like who?”  

“You know… my… parent…” Olivia sat up, rubbing at her face groggily but far too curious to sleep just yet.

Cullen’s heart jumped into his throat. He swallowed hard, and even then, his chest heaved like a drum. “Why ah – why would you ask that?”  

“I see how you stare – and how they stare. And I…” Olivia brought her knees up to her chin. “I want you to be a part of our family.”  

The rapid beating of Cullen’s heart stopped, his fidgeting fingers stopped, and his panicking brain stopped. All that remained was a warmth, gentle, and protective like a lantern in a dark night. It never felt so easy to say exactly what he meant.  

“I think I’d like that too. But I’ll have to be a bit braver before I can tell them.”  

Olivia saw his faint, nervous smile and leaned over so that she drooped over his shoulder. She did her best to drape a bit of the blanket over him but even at her best, she only managed to cover his knee. A valiant effort.  

“I’ll cheer for you then,” Olivia yawned. “so, you can get brave. Would that help?”  

Olivia truly was just like you. Maybe that was why he found himself adoring her just so much. You were always so encouraging and supportive – even at your worst, you found a way to brighten someone else’s day. You passed the kindness in your heart down to Olivia, and it showed.  

Perhaps when you returned Cullen would finally tell you all the things that’d be brimming inside of him. How he cared for you like he’d never known before and wanted nothing more than to simply do the same for you. For the first time, he felt like he could.

“I think it already is.”  

Cullen would’ve thought Olivia already fallen fast asleep were it not for the little grin spread across her face.

[sophie-writings]

Headcanons for Bakugou, Todoroki and Shinsou for getting set up on a date with their crush atg Tokyo Disney. Oh man, I'm not even a foodie but I would kill to have the food there. I could imagine Todoroki had never even been before

this is such i sweet request?? 🥺

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto and Shinsou Hitoshi

Type: Headcanons 

Bakugou Katsuki 

☁️Bakugou had been to Tokyo Disneyland a lot of times when he was younger.

☁️So when he set up by the Bakusquad to go with you, he actually knows where to take you.

☁️He's a little annoyed his friend group set him up without him even knowing, but he would deal with them later.

☁️He totally prepared.

☁️"Okay, first stop Space Mountain!" He grinned, walking towards his favorite attraction.

☁️"Isn't that a rollercoaster?"

☁️"It's not a rollercoaster, it's THE rollercoaster."

☁️The line wasn't that long and both you and Bakugou got in fairly quickly.

☁️The ride was dark, yet incredibly beautiful.

☁️It could be a little scary at times and you found yourself holding to Bakugou's arm for protection.

☁️"That wasn't so bad!" You said once the ride was over and both of you were out.

☁️"I told you, idiot." He said, trying to ignore the fact his crush was still holding onto his arm. "Let's go grab something to eat."

☁️By the end of the meal, you had Minnie ears on (Bakugou refused to wear Mickey's ears) and a stomach full of Baymax shaped food.

☁️The rest of the day went as smoothly as possible, and you didn't even notice that it was getting really dark.

☁️You and Bakugou had just bought some cotton candy and to your surprise, he just sat on the sidewalk and pointed at the spot near his.

☁️"Why are we sitting on the floor? Why is EVERYONE sitting on the floor." You ask.

☁️"Just shut up and wait!" He said.

☁️Suddenly, every street light shut down and some music started playing.

☁️That's when you noticed various lights coming in your direction.

☁️"The nighttime parade..." You whispered. It was something you only saw on the tv, and seeing the gigantic floats so up close almost seemed like a dream.

☁️You were like Rapunzel during the lanterns scene, paying no mind to whatever was happening around you.

☁️And Bakugou was looking at you like nothing else mattered.

☁️And at that moment it didn't.

☁️"I like you." The words came out before he could even stop himself.

☁️His words woke you up from the trance you were in.

☁️You stared deeply into his red eyes, and before he could tell you to forget about what he said, you smiled at him.

☁️"I like you too Bakugou... I really do!"

☁️Both of you watched until the parade was over and walked back to the dorms hand in hand that day.

Todoroki Shouto

☁️This poor boy has never been to Disney before.

☁️The whole class (excluding Bakugou) planned to spend the day at Disneyland during the weekend.

☁️But when the day actually came, everyone had the most creative excuses to not come.

☁️So there you in Tokyo Disneyland, with your long time crush, Todoroki Shouto.

☁️You've been to Disneyland once and can still remember some places.

☁️So you decided to give Todoroki the day of his life.

☁️"Okay Todoroki! First, let's get some Minnie and Mickey ears, that's a must when you visit Disneyland." You held him by the hand and dragged him to the nearest store.

☁️You picked some classic Minnie ears with the pink bow, while Todoroki got simple Mickey ears.

☁️"You look so cute Todoroki!" you said. "Should I take a picture?"

☁️Todoroki simply nodded and you smiled brightly, using your phone to take a picture of both of you.

☁️The picture turned out pretty cute and you showed to him.

☁️You felt your heart skip a beat with the gentle smile that spread across his lips.

☁️"H-hey, wanna get some popcorn?" You asked stumbling on your own words.

☁️"Popcorn?" He tilted his head to the side. "But we eat popcorn all the time back at the dorms...?"

☁️"Oh Todoroki, but this is DISNEYLAND, it's not your typical popcorn."

☁️You led Todoroki to the nearest popcorn machine, never letting go of his hand.

☁️His eyes widened at the sight of the popcorn menu. "Y/n, they have curry popcorn!" He said, his excitement reminding you of a little kid.

☁️"Yep!"

☁️Both of you picked your popcorn. He got the curry one, while you settled for the milk chocolate one.

☁️"What are those people waiting in line for?" He asked pointing at the line next to you.

☁️"Ah! That's the line for the Dumbo attraction."

☁️"Like, the elephant dumbo?" His eyes were practically shining.

☁️"Yes?"

☁️"I wanna ride it." He stated.

☁️"Are you sure? It's mostly for kids." Todoroki ignored you and this time, he held your hand a brought you to the line.

☁️"I watched it with my mom when I was younger."

☁️You smiled, looking up at Todoroki. He seemed to be having a good time.

☁️The ride was fun and more enjoyable than you thought.

☁️You spent the rest of the day walking around with Todoroki, eating, and going on rides.

☁️It was already dark when you looked at your watch.

☁️"It's gonna start soon..." You said smiling.

☁️"What?" He asked.

☁️You didn't need to answer, because soon, fireworks were flying in the air.

☁️Todoroki was amazed and couldn't look away from the illuminated sky.

☁️But you couldn't stop staring at him.

☁️"Hey... Y/n." Todoroki called, his eyes still glued to the scenery in front of him. "Thank you, for today." He said, tightening his grip around your hand.

☁️"You're welcome!" You said smiling.

☁️You were going to say something else, but it mustn't have been important since the feeling of Todoroki's lips on yours was enough to make you forget.

Shinsou Hitoshi

☁️You didn't know exactly how you found yourself at Disneyland with your friend and crush Shinsou.

☁️You were in the class with the rest of the 1-A, who knew about your crush on Shinsou.

☁️You told them how you never went to Disneyland before, and they just told you to meet them at the park for the weekend.

☁️But when you arrived, you were met with a mop of purple hair instead.

☁️It all made sense when Mina sent a message to the group chat wishing you good luck.

☁️"So, where do you want to begin?" Asked Shinsou, taking you from your thoughts.

☁️"I don't know actually, I've never been here before." You said.

☁️"Never? Well, let's grab something to eat first then." He said, taking your hand in his. "Let's be together okay? It's really easy to get lost here."

☁️"You had a bad experience with that or something?" He teased him

☁️"Yep, my mom left me alone for a while and I decided to run after Donald."

☁️"That sounds pretty traumatizing."

☁️"Yeah, for my mom, I was having the time of my life with Donald and Goofy."

☁️You both laughed as he led you to the Plaza restaurant.

☁️"Wow! There's so much to choose from, I don't even know what some of these things are." You said, scratching your head as you read through the menu.

☁️"Want me to choose for you?" He asked, and you nodded excitedly back.

☁️"Two teriyaki fried chicken sandwiches, please." He said. "And two mango boba drinks." The waiter smiled and wrote down everything.

☁️When the food arrived, you couldn't believe how beautiful it was.

☁️The sandwich was shaped like Mickey's gloves and even the tapioca pearls from the drinks were Mickey-shaped.

☁️You had to snap a picture of your lunch, and sneakingly capture Shinsou as well.

☁️You smiled down at the picture and started eating your delicious sandwich.

☁️Once both of you were done, it was time for the rides.

☁️You decided to ride in every existing rollercoaster, and by the time the sun was setting, you were getting dizzy.

☁️"We have time for one last attraction before going home."

☁️You pouted a little, sad that such a day was ending.

☁️"Don't pout, I'll bring you back whenever you want." He said, flicking your nose, before leading you to the last attraction of the day. "The Western River Railroad."

☁️You boarded the train with Shinsou and waited patiently for the ride to start.

☁️The ride was peaceful, unlike the others. And it was incredibly beautiful.

☁️You sighed as the trains passed along the river. The mix of orange, dark blue, and pink that painted the sky took your breath away.

☁️You felt Shinsou's hand sneaking into yours, and you looked at him, smiling and intertwining your fingers.

☁️"I like you, Shinsou." You said, staring into his purple eyes.

☁️"I know." He simply said, getting closer to you. "I like you too." He closed the space between you both.

[fullsunalicia]

hi!!! if requests are open can you write a crazy rich asians au with renjun ? thank u 💗 u write so well !! hope you have a great day !!

rags and riches - HRJ

renjun has always avoided talking about family with you. but when he jokingly drops to one knee and asks you to accompany him to a wedding after scaring you to death, you are led into the prosperous world of the huangs - you are just not sure if you‘re actually welcome there.

kind of mixed au, renjun is an idol but his family is still wealthy and they expect him to take over the family business when his career is done!

thank you so much for your request! it sounded so fun, and i loved writing it, though i’m kinda unsure on how it turned out! had to change lots so it wouldn’t be exactly like the movie, but i hope you will still enjoy it! 🤍

Huang Renjun loves you with all his heart. Always has, always will. There is not a moment where his eyes don‘t seem to sparkle as he watches you, his touch always careful and loving as if he was afraid of breaking you. Nonetheless, Renjun has never spoken about family with you, since it was a sensitive topic to him. And you have never bothered him, because you know there are families in the world that don‘t quite work as nicely as yours for example.

So when he begs you to accompany him to Dong Sicheng‘s wedding, where his entire family will be present, you are suffice to say, very shocked. (Not only did he scare you with a fake proposal, but he also topped it off by wanting to introduce you to his parents. Renjun should be glad you didn‘t pass out on the spot.)

„You‘re impossible,“ you mumble, though Renjun still hears you over all the noise in the restaurant. He filters it all out, all of his concentration and attention on you. It makes your heart flutter, and it makes it very hard to stay mad at him. „Absolutely impossible. Now I don‘t want to marry you, ever.“

„So harsh.“ Renjun scoops up a little bit of the dessert you both ordered and offers it to you. It‘s a little silly, but you like being fed by him, because this way you can ignore him and also still enjoy your food. He snickers as you welcome the fork in your mouth with a glare. „I‘m sorry! I like being dramatic once in a while. If you want me to, I‘ll get you a ring and make you Huang (y/n) right now. My mother is going to love you anyways.“

„No, absolutely not!“ Alarmed, you look up, fingers moving on their own accord to clasp around his wrist. Renjun drops the fork on his plate and cups your chin with his now free hand. The admiration in his eyes makes you feel a little dizzy, and you wonder how you‘ve managed to find the perfect man despite being having your heart broken so many times. With Renjun, you‘ve hit the jackpot, and you don‘t want to gamble your luck with him by marrying the man without his mother‘s blessing.

„So against marrying me? Ouch.“

„I‘d love to marry you, you big idiot.“ The words make a big grin appear on Renjun‘s face. So cunning. He knows exactly what to say to have you do his bidding, casually masking the fact that he‘s just as whipped for you as you are for him. You kiss his thumb when it swipes over your lower lip. He beams. „But I think if you‘re going to introduce me to your mother, we should wait with the marrying. Otherwise, she‘s going to disown you.“

You don‘t notice the way Renjun‘s face drops, because you‘re busy scraping the rest of your shared dessert from the plate. When you look up again and hold it to his lips, the grimace is already gone, replaced by a smirk, and you blush when his tongue swipes off the cream that remained on the offered fork. „What for? I‘m bringing her the perfect girl back home.“

As you both bicker back and forth as to how his mother would react, someone who knows Huang Renjun‘s face from their home in China passes you both and sneakily takes a picture. They don‘t know who you are, but they‘re going to find out - after all, the famous Huang heir is head over heels in love with you.

And nothing stays a secret long in the world of the rich.

❀ ❀ ❀

„This is a joke, right, Renjun? Renjun?“

Your boyfriend tugs you along, and you want to kiss the stupid smirk off his face. It‘s really infuriating that no matter what he does, it‘s attractive. „Come on, (y/n), we don‘t want to miss our flight.“

„Our first class flight? The one we can‘t afford?“

Warm fingers interlock with yours so Renjun can pull you to him. The moment he wraps an arm around your waist, you‘re putty in his hands, but you still crane your neck to look at him in confusion. This wasn‘t what you expected when your mother and you packed snacks for your expected economy flight so you wouldn‘t waste money on the ridiculous expensive ones. „I‘m an idol,“ is the only thing Renjun says. „Why wouldn‘t I be able to afford it?“

„You don‘t even fly first class with the Dreamies. Why would you be able to fly it now..?“

Really, you don‘t know what you‘ve gotten yourself into. But you can‘t complain when Renjun cups your face and kisses you like his life depends on it, even though you know he‘s just trying to distract you right now. And it works.

You want to kick him.

The rest of your power walk to the plane is spent silent, since the airport is packed with people and you wouldn‘t understand each other anyway. Your jaw almost drops when the flight attendant offers you champagne, but thanks to Renjun guiding you along, you manage to take it and follow him quietly into the private suite. Yes, you read correctly. Private. Suite.

„Please don‘t tell me you‘re secretly a yakuza and that‘s why you suddenly have so much money.“

Renjun laughs, but he doesn‘t allow you to sit in the seat that was reserved for you. He pulls you on his lap and buries his face in your neck, weirdly affectionate. You blame it on him trying to get out off this without sparing too much details. But there‘s no turning back now - he‘s already let slip too much, and you‘re getting kinda nervous at what you‘re being confronted with right now. „I‘m not part of the yakuza, baby,“ he answers, and you sigh in relief. He pinches your thigh as punishment that you‘d actually believe that. „My family has connections to this airline, friends they‘ve known for a long time. Really, I got the tickets for cheap.“

Hopefully, this ridiculous suite would cover you enough so nobody would see you guys clinging to each other. Renjun lets you take his face in between your hands, head falling back in obedience as you try to make him look you in the eyes. He looks like a prince straight out of the many paintings he creates in private, the flawed perfection of someone who was human, attractive and real. Renjun is what you call ethereal.

„You never told me what your parents do,“ you say, guilt already pooling in your stomach because you mentioned his parents. Bothering him is the least thing you want to do, but you‘re going to meet his family and you don‘t even know what they work as, what their life consists of. How they raised Renjun. Obviously, they must have done a very good job, because to you, Renjun is stunning. A good heart, with good intentions. Respectful. With humor. Confident.

Renjun hums. „Nothing interesting. Just... investments, real estate, that stuff.“

Your heart drops. Suddenly, the man who‘s lap you‘re sitting on doesn‘t want to look you in the eyes anymore, a fake yawn tumbling from his lips. „We should sleep. When we wake up, we‘ll already be there.“

„Your family‘s rich?“

He shifts below you, your waist suddenly his anchor. „Well, we can‘t complain.“

„That‘s what rich people always say,“ you respond almost immediately. „Oh, my god, Renjun. Why didn‘t you tell me? I mean, it doesn‘t matter to me, money‘s not everything... but it would‘ve been nice to know what I‘m getting into. What I should be expecting.“

He sighs, dejected. At the start of your relationship, Renjun had pleaded you to not ask much about his family because he preferred telling you stuff on his own accords. You‘ve heard lots about his favorite cousins and you remember sleepy retellings of things that happened in his childhood, but never ever had Renjun mentioned that his family was well-off. The thought makes your chest tighten. What if they were the stuck-up type? What if they didn‘t like you because you were still a student in university, barely submitting your essays on time?

The plane stutters in the air, champagne sloshing against your glasses dangerously close to the rim. Renjun grips your waist tighter. Almost as if you were apologizing for the intruding question about his parents, you lower your face to his so you can kiss his cheek, but Renjun moves his head and kisses you properly. The sound of suprise you make is drowned out by him pulling you closer, warm hands you‘ve known for many years moving to rest on your lower back and push you against him. Your own hands abandon his face so you can press them against the wall behind him and prop yourself up. Renjun tastes like alcohol and the chewing gum he had popped in his mouth earlier.

You part from each other when the glasses of champagne tip over and ruin the seat that was supposed to be yours, but Renjun only laughs it off and chases your lips again. This time, he doesn‘t stop until you‘ve forgotten your own name and the lingering shock of learning about his family‘s social standing.

❀ ❀ ❀

After a very warm welcome from Sicheng and his soon-to-be bride, they take you guys out to have dinner. You find out that her name is Yijie, and she‘s just as affectionate as you. The only difference is that no matter who it is, Yijie showers them with love and praise, while you need a while to warm your engine up and get to know others. That must be the reason Sicheng has fallen in love with her. She‘s so kind and cute, you almost want to coo at her.

Your dinner is spent on a streetfood market, where Renjun shows you around. A lot of people recognize him and start chatting him up, and the tips of Renjun‘s ears turn red when they speak to him in dialect and compliment him on having grown up well. The atmosphere is great. Before leaving the plane, you had been terribly afraid of not fitting in, but now, it‘s like you‘ve always been a part of their little group. Yijie rests her head on your shoulder while you feed Renjun and Sicheng feeds her, your boyfriend conversing with his childhood friend happily. It makes you happy, aswell. Happy for him to be home. To reconcile. To have family to come back to.

„You know,“ Yijie whispers in your ear. „I‘ve never seen Renjun so happy before. He hasn‘t stopped smiling since he walked out of the check-out.“

It‘s your turn to blush. Yijie giggles as you reach for your beer to cool down, and she sits up so she can look at you properly. „He‘s just glad to be home,“ yo mumble, but you can‘t deny that your heartbeat seems to speed up. You love Renjun. With every fiber of your being.

Your new friend waves you off. She seems absolutely sure with her assumption, and Yijie even nudges your shoulder as if to tease you. „Look at him!“ she tells you. „I‘m so glad he found you. You both seem like a perfect fit. Both Sicheng and I have been waiting for this for a long time, so thank you for blessing him with your existence. He‘s a lucky guy.“

The words make tears prick at your eyes. You hadn‘t expected such a warm welcome, so afraid of being rejected by people Renjun treasures and values. Silly you. They‘re accepting you with open arms.

But his friends are only the warm-up. You‘re yet to meet his mom.

❀ ❀ ❀

You‘re woken up by sneaky fingers dipping beneath the stolen shirt you‘ve plucked from Renjun yesterday, just seconds before the alarm rings that mentioned man set for himself. He groans and decides to ignore it, just like he ignores your „Get up, Sicheng‘s probably waiting for you“ so he can bunch up your shirt and leave kisses on your stomach.

Both of you had plans for today, and the next time he‘d be seeing you was in the evening to join him for the party his mother was holding. While Renjun would be busy fulfilling his duties as a best man, you‘d be paying a visit to a good college friend of yours who‘s been begging you for a long time come stay at her residence in China. Renjun‘s alarm continues to ring as he makes his way down to your hips, but you stop him just before you‘re unable to say no.

„Stand up, you fake friend.“

„Oh, come on.“ Renjun raises his head to look at you with a pout. The sunlight hits him just right, making his features look angelic, surreal. You wish eyes would be able to take pictures; you‘d want to capture this moment forever. „I‘m able to get you off and still be punctual to my meeting with Sicheng.“

„Go get ready before I kick you out of bed.“

„So bossy.“ Without warning, his fingers dip into the waistline of your panties, and he lets it snap against your skin, a loud laugh escaping his lips when you tackle him and pull him into the warm sheets. Laughter morphs into screams when you dig your fingers into his pretty waist to tickle him, hands grabbing your wrists to hold them together and pin them against his chest. „Rude,“ he gasps out.

You straighten your back and straddle his waist. His eyes roam over your curves, the wish to put his hands on them and grip them tightly evident in his eyes(he‘s weirdly infatuated with them), but he can‘t let you go without being tickled again. You grin. Game over.

Renjun rolls his eyes. „I‘ll get you back for this another time. Now, get off. I have to go be a best man.“

„Oh, really?“ Your wrists feel featherlight as he lets you go and you roll off, grabbing the sheets to cocoon yourself into them again. The mattress dips beneath Renjun as he stands up and stretches, the muscles in his back feathering after every move. „You should have told me. I thought that alarm was your daily reminder for morning sex.“

„Oh, shut up,“ he snickers, and you watch him get dressed. „When are you visiting Yuqi?“

Yuqi and you didn‘t share a single class, but you‘ve managed to bond over your addiction to coffeine. Over the span of two years, you guys had grown as close as sisters, and she‘s already been to several family gatherings of yours. She‘s your best friend in the entire world, and that‘s why she‘s been begging you to come meet her parents aswell, as they‘ve been eager to meet the girl who‘s been saving her daughter‘s ass before every exam. Though, she’s only met Renjun briefly. He didn’t visit your shared dorm often and Yuqi rarely accompanies you both when you hangout, because she hates thirdweeling.

You close your eyes. It‘s way too early in the morning, and you silently curse out Renjun‘s alarm for waking you up. „I don‘t know. I think I‘m invited for lunch..? I‘m pretty excited. I‘ve never ever seen Yuqi‘s parents before, so this is pretty new for me.“

„Just use it as practice,“ you hear Renjun say. The blankets are pulled off your body in a matter of seconds, and your boyfriend leans over you again for a goodbye kiss. You giggle into it as Renjun caresses the side of your face. „You‘ve never met mine, either. This way, you can atleast be a little bit prepared for this evening.“

You later learn that meeting Yuqi‘s parents was indeed good preparation. The gates of the Song reside open to reveal a giant mansion, and your tiny best friend rushes out to fling herself into your arms. You wrap your arms as tightly around her as you can, welcoming the immense warmth Yuqi always seems to emit.

„You came!“ Yuqi beams, slipping her hand into yours. Her dogs followed her outside, and they were now excitedly jumping and clawing at your knees. You want to reach out and scratch them behind their ears, but someone whistles as a signal for them to return. When you look up, you catch a glimpse of Yuqi‘s mother, who‘s as excited as her daughter. „There she is!“ the elderly woman cheers while she lifts her dogs onto her arms. She looks exactly like Yuqi, who now tugs you into this giant house. „I‘m so glad to meet my daughter‘s hero. Without you, she‘ll never be able to finish university.“

„Oh, thank you for the encouragement, mom. You‘re so kind. Is there anything else you‘d like to praise me on? My taste in friends, maybe?“

You giggle and card your fingers through Yuqi‘s hair. Both women are grinning at you heartily, and the scent of freshly cooked food lures you into the room at the end of the golden-decorated hall. Everything here screams expensive. Speaking of, you‘re pretty sure that just one of these jade lamps would be enough to pay off your rent for the month. Maybe it shouldn‘t suprise you that Renjun didn‘t mention his family‘s money, just like Yuqi did. After all, they are not their family, but their own person. Even though Yuqi‘s parents seemed to represent wealth, you know Yuqi pays everything herself, picking up more shifts than she can to be financially independent and make herself proud. You definitely are.

The food melts on your tongue, and Yuqi keeps loading more dishes onto your plate. Apparently to the Song parents, you‘re way too thin, and it‘s good that you came to eat. They‘re the perfect people to gain weight with. They laugh at that, but Yuqi just rolls her eyes.

„Well, (y/n), I don‘t see a ring on your finger!“ her father exclaims as he passes you some dumplings. Chinese food is the best, and even though you should probably slow down, the food‘s just too good. „You‘d be the perfect wife for our Yukhei. Isn‘t that right, Xuxi? These are the kind of women you should be pursuing. Smart and confident! Not those silly dancers you bring home every weekend.“

Yukhei doesn‘t seem to hear you. He‘s too concentrated on his phone, and you think you can see him swiping through Tinder. Yikes.

„Dad, I already told you,“ Yuqi reminds her father, and she opens her mouth to accept the raddish you‘re offering her. Obedient, she follows your order of chewing before talking. „She‘s here with her boyfriend. The boyfriend she‘s going to accompany to his friend‘s wedding, remember?“

„Doesn‘t matter! No ring, no problem.“ The elderly man nudges his son‘s shoulder, who only looks up quickly, furrows his brows at the sight of you and pays attention to his phone again. „I suppose it would be good to know the competition, Xuxi. Who‘s your boyfriend, little (y/n)? Maybe we know him. Word spreads fast in cities like these!“

„Yeah!“ Yuqi‘s mother chimes in, in the middle of feeding one of the dogs a nugget she took from the younger children. „We‘ve got some connections. There‘s not a family we don‘t know of!“

„Oh, well..“ You set your chopsticks down, smiling a little awkwardly. This situation was rather weird, but her parents were still very nice, so. „His name is Huang Renjun.“

At the mention of your boyfriend‘s name, suddenly the entire table‘s attention seems to be you. Yuqi drops fork and spoon loudly, and even Yukhei seems to have abandoned his phone in shock.

You scratch your head. His family doesn‘t have a bad reputation, do they? Maybe he does belong to the yakuza..

„The Renjun you‘re dating is Huang Renjun?“ Yuqi is the first to find her voice again. She sounds like she‘s in awe. You nod, confused. Shouldn‘t she know that? You speak of him like, always. But come to think of it, they‘ve never talked properly and maybe you didn‘t use last names. „Yeah...“ you trail off. „I‘m going to meet his mother at the party today. Why, what‘s wrong?“

„And you‘re wearing that? Oh, my god, (y/n), I can‘t believe you.“ Yuqi stands up, her precious meal forgotten. „I‘m going to have to take care of you, you lost cause. You should have told me this in advance!“

„The Huangs are the richest family there is!“ Yuqi‘s mom finally explains, and all the blood rushes into your cheeks. „They‘ve built their own empire here in Jilin. I can‘t even count the many buildings that belong to their company! The Huangs have lived here for the long time, and they have business branches in Korea, China and Japan. Do you know what old money is? They basically invented that term. There‘s rich, super rich, and then lastly the Huangs.“

All the information that‘s being poured onto you just makes you kind of want to vomit. Not a single word of that was ever mentioned to you by Renjun, and now you‘re terrified of stepping into that dinner party. After all, you‘re just (y/n), a part-time waitress and full-time student in Seoul. You and Yuqi are barely able to cover rent. You‘re lucky to get some free time in between studying and working. And the Huangs... You breathe out, your breath stuttering in your lungs out of nervousness.

Your best friends notices almost immediately, a glare etched into her eyes as she leads you away from the table and towards her dressing room. „Hey!“ she yells, breaking you out of that dark cloud in your mind where you had started to doubt your worth. „Just because they‘re filthy rich and you‘re not doesn‘t mean you‘re not worth of seeing them. You‘re dating Renjun, not his parents. If they‘ve got a problem with that, they can suck my dick. Renjun loves you. That‘s what matters.“

„Thank you,“ you mumble. She flicks your forehead. „Ouch!“

„Drop the emo-mode,“ she deadpans. „I‘ve got like two hours to make a miracle out of you. Why didn‘t you take that backless dress I bought you for your birthday? That would‘ve been perfect to flaunt your goddess body at that party!“

„I didn‘t want to meet his parents half-naked!“

„Why?“ Yuqi pinches your stomach. „You‘re hot.“

As you sit down on an armchair, she digs through the many dresses and clothes for the perfect outfit for you. Everything in here seems to sparkle, and you wonder how many gifts Yuqi has made you that were secretly really valuable without you knowing. Now you feel guilty about the stuff you‘ve been buying her... even though they were expensive to you.

Every now and then, she asks you about Renjun, or your spring break, and you‘re glad she doesn‘t mention his parents again. She spends the afternoon dolling you up like you were her favorite barbie, and she claps excitedly when she‘s done. „Oh my god, please cheat on Renjun with me,“ she begs you, and you jokingly punch her shoulder.

You do feel really good right now, though. The dress fits nicely, with a cleavage that didn‘t reveal too much. Most of your attire was discarded by Yuqi as she redressed you, but she left Renjun‘s necklace alone. He had gifted it to you on your third anniversary.

The drive to the party seems to wake up all the nerves in your brain again, nervousness flooding your entire consciousness. Even Yuqi seems to fidget, because „the Huangs are just that kind of intimidating“. That doesn‘t really help you.

„Oh my god,“ Yuqi mumbles under her breath. „Are you sure you entered the right address? I feel like someone‘s going to jump us out here and I‘ll die without ever seeing the legendary Huang residence.“

„Yuqi, your house is enormous.“

„Yes, it is. But my house and the Huang house? That‘s like comparing it to the fucking Queen‘s palace. It‘s not the same!“

„Will you stop dwelling on the fact that you‘re all rich?“

„You wanna be my sugar baby, (y/n)ie? I pay really well.“

„Shut that mouth or pay our rent, Song Yuqi,“ you tell her, and she laughs out loud. The laugh suddenly comes to a halt though when she yells out in suprise and you flinch in your seat.

„That‘s a guard“, Yuqi screeches as she looks out her window. Lo and behold, there‘s an intimidating man standing there who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Is... that a gun in his hands?... „Right. A guard. A guard for the Huangs. Very normal. Yeah.“ She breathes in and out, opening her window just an inch so the mysterious man can talk. „I, uhh, I‘m bringing Huang Renjun‘s girlfriend? (l/n) (y/n)? Tiny and really easy to embarrass? I mean Renjun by that.“

The man seems unfazed. He leans back from Yuqi‘s window and checks the list in his hands for your name, before he waves you guys along and the gates open, though you can barely see that in the darkness. Yuqi squeaks out a thank you and quickly gets the car moving.

„Oh, my god,“ you gasp and lean forward. Yuqi was right. This really is the Queen‘s palace.

A few moments later you finally reach the entrance, and you almost pass out at the sight Renjun presents you. Dressed in a suit and his hair styled, he approaches the car with a big grin. The door‘s already open when he reaches for you because you couldn‘t wait to get out and fall into his arms. He pulls you out of the car and right into his arms, lips finding yours on instinct. „You‘re beautiful,“ he whispers, all his love and honesty poured into the words. „Absolutely stunning. If I could, I‘d grab my brushes right now to paint you.“

„You kiss-up,“ you respond, accusing him in a joking manner, but really you‘re too busy admiring him. As if they were acting on their own, your fingers grip his tuxedo. „You clean up really well, I‘d say.... Rather ravishing.“

„Eat me,“ comes the instant answer, and you slap his shoulder. Idiot.

A cough is heard from inside the car. Renjun lets you go temporarily to peak his head through the door. „Fancy seeing you here, Song,“

„Fancy finding out that you‘re a Huang after you‘ve been dating my best friend for years,“ she huffs, but she‘s not being serious. Nonetheless, Renjun scratches the back of his head. “Should‘ve known something was wrong with you, Renjun. But anyways... I‘ve brought you your princess.“

„Thank you for taking care of her and driving here.“ Your boyfriend sounds serious, sincere. Yuqi laughs. „You‘re welcome, mate,“ she hums, „It really wasn‘t a problem. Then, I‘ll be on my way...“

„Would you like to stay for dinner?“

„Oh, I actually have dinner plans, I wouldn‘t like to impose...“

„You know you‘re always welcome, Yuqi, any friend of (y/n)‘s-„

„Of course I‘ll stay for dinner, what kind of question,“ interrupts Yuqi and slides out of the car, dropping the keys in some butler‘s hand who‘s going to park the car for her, and Renjun breaks out into laughter. That was to be expected. While Yuqi digs through the trunk of her car, Renjun turns to you, excited smile on his lips. “Are you ready to meet my mom?”

You try to smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes, fear eating at your heart. “Of course I am. I want to thank her for blessing me with you.”

❀ ❀ ❀

You take everything you said about Yuqi’s hands back. This place is too big. You feel like you’ll get lost the second Renjun lets go of you, but there’s so many things you want to see and try. Desserts, finger food, alcohol. Lots of people came to attend the gathering, laughing, chattering away. No matter how focussed they were on a conversation, the second you stepped into a room, all eyes were on you.

“Come on,” Renjun whispers into your ear. “My mom’s probably in the kitchen. She wants everything to be perfect.”

The closer you get to the kitchen, the faster your heart pounds. If this continues, you’re going to die from a heart attack the second you look Mrs Huang in the face. There’s no turning back. You’re already here.

Mrs Huang is easily recognizable. Straight back, the same sharp eyes your boyfriend possesses. She’s dressed in a very beautiful gown, and it glimmers in the flickering lights of the kitchen; the light of the lightbulbs isn’t very strong. Her eyes meet yours only briefly before she firmly sets them onto her son and smiles at him, not looking at you again.

Uh oh.

“Renjun,” she says, and when she leans back, you see the pride in her eyes. Every mother would be proud to have such a perfect-picture son. The knowledge that he was perfect and adored by enemies and friends. Both mother and son’s smile is dazzling. Now you know who he got it from. “I’m so glad you could make it. You’re a year late.”

“Mom,” he laughs her off, hands holding hers tightly. Not for long, though. As always, an arm wraps around your waist to press your body against Renjun’s, and he drops a featherlight kiss to your temple. His mother doesn’t react. Not a smile, not a glare. But the second he looks at her again, a smile is plastered onto her lips. You lower your eyes. She doesn’t like you. “I’m busy. I know you expect me to take over dad’s work right away, but I like my job. And you like hearing me sing. Isn’t this a win-win situation?”

“Your dad’s not getting any younger, Renjun.” She reaches out to hold his shoulder. Since you walked into to the room, the woman hasn’t looked at you again. “You know we’d love to have you home.”

“I want you to meet someone special to me.” An honest smile spreads on your lips, but the one on hers isn’t very real. For Renjun, you still offer her your hand. “Mom, this is (y/n). (y/n), this is my mom. She’s been waiting for me to bring someone back home for a very long time, and I told her I was waiting for the right person.”

You don’t deserve Renjun - he’s too kind. While your cheeks heat up, you still never look away from his mother, and she grips your hand a little bit too tight. “I’m so glad to finally meet you,” you tell her.

“I’m sorry Renjun’s father couldn’t make it,” she responds. You try to ignore the way it stings that she doesn’t seem to accept you as her son’s girlfriend. “He was caught up with some work in Osaka, but I’m sure he’ll greet you next time. Renjun, could you go check on the dumplings while I get to know your girlfriend better?”

Renjun rolls his eyes and leans forward to kiss his mom on the cheek. “Please give her back to me in on piece,” he says. The sentence itself is supposed to be a joke, but Renjun sounds too serious. With that, he slides past her and disappears between the many cooks who are working in this heat.

You feel like you stepped into a lion’s den.

“So, (y/n).” Renjun’s mother crosses her arms in front of her chest, the pleasant smile wiped away from her face. “I’ve heard you’re still studying at an university. What are your plans for the future?”

“Oh, I’d like to become a teacher or a professor,” you explain. Though you’re not sure how this is going to work out if your grades don’t start to pick up soon. “My mother is one, aswell, so I always wanted to follow in her footsteps. She’s always working so hard. I aspire to be someone like that.”

“And your father?”

You gulp. “My ... father died before I was born.”

“I see. I’m very sorry to hear that,” Mrs Huang says, but she looks more disinterested than sorry. “Miss (l/n)... I’m sure you’re aware what kind of daughter in law I expect for the Huang family, don’t you? You must. You know my son.”

Your heart seems to freeze over. You wish Renjun would return already, but time is going by so slowly. You breathe in deeply. “Yes, I do.”

“Them you also know that I would never accept someone of your standing and upbringing. I’m sure you’re a very pleasant girl, but you know next to nothing about the world Renjun was brought up in. Not about the values we preach and not what is expected of us. Don’t you?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Exactly, my child.” The woman in front of you smiles, tight-lipped and fake. Tears are already forming in your eyes, but you refuse to do that in front of her, so you lower your head. “Please do yourself the favor and go before you get your heart broken. You know that this is the best thing for Renjun. If you were to stay, that would just be selfish.”

Selfish. Renjun’s shoes appear in your vision, and you quickly look up and smile at him, hoping that your eyes weren’t as glassy as they felt like. Mrs Huang gives you a last look.

“It was nice to meet you, (y/n).”

❀ ❀ ❀

You never want to leave this bed again.

After yesterday, you had crawled beneath the sheets, ashamed of how you had been treated. Like someone of low value. Cheap and tacky. Worthless. Renjun had tried over and over again to ask you what’s wrong, but it was kinda hard to tell your boyfriend that his mother seemed to hate you and that doesn’t really make her your best friend. You let him kiss your neck and your eyelids, but you don’t budge. At last, Renjun had sighed and wrapped you into his arms before heading to sleep.

The morning sun warms you up, like a warm blanket that was wrapped around your body. It cheers you up just so slightly, but the moment Renjun rouses, you’re sullen again.

You wish you had stayed home.

You’re turned around against your own will. “Please, talk to me,” Renjun mumbles, and when he cups your face with his hands, you sigh and close your eyes again. “What did my mother tell you? No matter what it is, you can tell me.”

You hide your face in Renjun’s neck. Falling in love with Renjun had been beyond easy. He treats you like the most precious thing in the world, and he drops everything and anything to be there for you when you need him. You remember once when you were laying in the hospital because of a cyst, he had immediately asked to have the rest of his week off so he could stay with you and take care of you. He had known that you were scared of being operated on and spent hours to calm you down.

He was just perfect to you. He was the cure you needed after years of swallowing poison. And now, you were on the verge of losing him, because you weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth.

Lips meet your temple in a calming manner, Renjun’s fingers loosening up the knots in your hair. You wish he would do the same with your heartstrings. “Renjun, we can’t be together anymore,” you mumble, heart shattering in your chest.

Renjun freezes below your touch. It doesn’t stay that way for long, though. He forces you to look at him and searches your eyes, and he makes his confusion evident by furrowing his brows. “What the hell are you talking about?”

You breathe in shakily. “I’m not good for you. Not... good enough.”

“You’re perfect to me.”

“But not to your mom,” you say quietly. Renjun sits up, and you do the same. As you look into his eyes, you realize how angry he’s getting by the second. “Is that it?” he exclaims. “I don’t care about what my mom thinks, (y/n). I’m ... I’m sick of having to apologize for my family. And that’s why I’m asking you to forget them and be with me. I’m not staying in China. I’m an idol, and I’m your boyfriend.”

You find his hands. They’re trembling from his fury. “Renjun, your dad isn’t getting any younger,” you repeat the words his mother had said to him. “And I don’t want to make you choose between family and me... I’d.. never forgive myself if it was my fault you can’t talk to your parents ever again.”

“(y/n)”, Renjun says, voice deadly serious. It snaps you out of your sorrow, as if you’d been drowning and he was tossing you a life ring. “Marry me.”

You roll your eyes. “Renjun, this isn’t funny.”

But your boyfriend isn’t joking around right now. He reaches beside you, fiddles with the nightstand and returns to you with a box in his hand. When he opens it, you gasp loudly and clap a hand over your mouth, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I wasn’t kidding.” He doesn’t even wait for your answer; Renjun tugs the ring out of its’ box and slides it on your finger, kissing it afterwards. “I’ve known from the start I was going to marry you. How couldn’t I? You’re so good to me, (y/n)... You love me for me and take care of me. You let me spoil you and spoil me rotten in return, even though I always tell you that you shouldn’t be wasting money on me. I can always be myself with you. (y/n), you.. You’re the first person that looks me into the eyes and sees me, my soul as bare as it is, and you decide to love that version of me with everything that came with it. My mother doesn’t get to decide who’ll walk down the aisle - you do. Even if you reject me.. If you don’t want to marry me..” He clutches your fingers, because his own are shaking and his voice is breaking from having to hold his tears back. “The ring is still yours, just like my heart. I’ve been keeping this for a long time. Whether you break my heart or cherish it is up to you. Because I love you.”

Some people meet in life by accident, and nevertheless the most beautiful relationships can blossom due to this little mishap. Loyalty and love will always be a good basis for those who maintain healthy contact with others. But some souls are meant for each other. They were intertwined with each other because of the universe, long before you even gave these strands names. They become family, friends, lovers, brothers in arms. A long time ago, someone in heaven had decided to have mercy on you. They had taken your rusty strand of iron and connected it to the most beautiful golden strand that has walked this earth, and that was Huang Renjun.

You cannot see the goodness of heaven, you can never grasp it. But you can feel its’ traces; in a warm hug, a loud laugh, into which you break out together, a happy memory. But it is always there - constant and forever. It’s right here, in this moment, captured forever in the silver ring wrapped around your finger.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Renjun,” you whispered. “Because I love you more than anything else in this world. And no one can hinder me from that, not even your mom.”

He breaks out into laughter at that, and now Renjun let the tears stream over his face. They flow as quickly as yours and you both scramble to hug each other, fitting together like missing puzzle pieces. Renjun cradles your head against his shoulder while you press him to you as tightly as you humanly can, whispering love declarations to each other in the golden light of the sun, making this the most perfect morning you’ve ever woken up to.

And there are thousands more to come.

[hoodie-lover]

My Multiverse

Error was wandering through a large empty AU, something that was very uncommon. It put him on edge, why would Ink make an empty AU? It was quiet as the anti-void, but it was just a large desolate valley, the colors were bland and pale, and the sun, though it shined, was bleak and dim. Error was attracted to the AU because Nightmare said he felt a strange aura coming from it and he couldn’t enter it, so Error was sent out to investigate. 

Error was passing over a surprisingly tall hill, surprising in height and the fact it even exists in such a wasteland, he saw a small cottage. It was quaint and cute, small yellow bricks, a wooden door, strong roof, and a large chimney puffing out smoke. Curious as to who could be living there, he teleported to the house and knocked on the door. 

It opened slowly, creaking and squeaking every second the rusty hinges moved. Thoroughly creeped out, Error was torn on whether he should enter the house, but heard a large crash and decided to investigate. The house was dark, almost no light except from a few windows tucked up into the corners of the kitchen and living room. It was very rustically decorated, old and rusty metal dishes and silverware were sloppily set out on a wobbly table. 

Another loud crash came from upstairs, and Error bolted up. That was when he saw a large ornate fireplace, velvet chairs, animal skin rugs, and paintings of a large array of Sanses, almost two to every wall. Error saw two china vases on the floor, shattered to pieces. Ink was standing there, heaving and shaking. He began to scream and tear the paintings and other expensive vases to shreds. Error had no idea what was going on, but he was scared, he had only seen Ink this mad when the fought, and even then, it was rarely this bad. 

Error decided to slowly leave Ink to his own devices, assuming the AU was made so Ink would have a nice place to vent his anger. Error was slowly backing up, not taking his eyes off of Ink for one moment, until he bumped into something, or rather, someone.  Turning his head ever so slightly, he saw Dream, Ink’s number two. Well crap. 

Dream grabbed Error by his shoulders and dragged him towards Ink, posture perfect and grip horrifyingly tight. Ink looked at Dream, and then his eye drifted onto Error, and a wicked smile spread across his face. His eyes were a bright red, the color of rage, and blood. 

He was thrown onto one of the chairs, and cuffs locked him onto the chair, hands far away from his eyes, rendering his strings, his main and only weapon, useless. Twas only now that he saw Dream’s eyelights, were gone. He recoiled and snuck a glance at Ink, he was slouching in the chair, resting his head on his fist. 

“Why don’t you tell me why you’re here?” Ink had asked, eyeing him carefully.  Error was shaking from the fear. 

“I-I-I was c-curious...” Error stuttered, looking for a way to get out of this situation. 

“I see, I see. Well, why don’t you stay for a while, I’ve been plenty bored recently?” Ink asked, his eyes locking with Error’s expectantly. 

“I’d really love to, but I have to get back to my...puppets! I need to finish some of them.” Error lied, praying to whoever could hear him to save him from Ink, but as he expected no one came. 

“You won’t be. I’m keeping you here until you’re boring.” Ink stated, getting up from his chair and walking over to Error. 

“What’re you going to do?” Error asked, and Ink snapped his fingers, but nothing happened.

Ink donned a puzzled look, and snapped his fingers several more times. Nothing happened. Ink snapped his fingers one more time and Dream collapsed. Error was startled by this, but Ink just seemed more confused. Dream got up, dizzy and clearly disoriented. 

“What happened?” He asked, unaware of what’s been going on. “Where are we Ink, why is Error tied up like this. Why are your eyes red?!” Dream cried out, shaking as he backed away. 

Ink snapped his fingers once again and Dream’s arms were pinned to his side by invisible bonds, or that was the closest analogy to the scene beside Error. 

“What are you doing?!” Dream screamed, trying to break free, even shedding a few tears. “Answer me!” He screamed again, before Ink snapped his fingers again. Dream’s mouth snapped close, causing him to thrash and squirm more so than he normally did. 

“You were always so loud and squirmy, no wonder I keep you as a huck most of the time.” Ink reflected, causing Error to shriek. 

“You WHAT?!” Error exclaimed, almost rebooting from the mix of rage, disgust, horror, and confusion. 

“Oh, I see. You don’t know~.” Ink chimed. “I can control and puppet people around, just like you can. But I don’t need any silly strings, I can do it with a snap of my fingers,” Ink snapped his fingers for emphasis and Dream was allowed to speak and screamed in pain. “But I can do it with a simple thought.” Ink continued, and Dream stopped screaming, now sweating profusely. 

“But it seems that you glitches and alternate classic timelines, have a resistance, or just an immunity. The worst thing I can give you is a migraine.” Ink elaborated, and Error was shocked. All those times that they had splitting headaches and migraines, that was Ink trying to control them? What about Nightmare, Cross and Fresh? Was this a setup done by Ink? Did Nightmare actually care about them? Or was Ink just stringing them along only to break their hearts? 

“It’s fun to watch you question everything you know.” Ink giggled as he snapped his fingers once again, and Dream’s eyelights went out once again. He pointed towards the downstairs area and without a second of hesitation, Dream walked off, completely rigid and frozen. Ink laughed at the scene before him and then looked back at Error. 

“But it seems my blabbermouth has let you know far too much Glitchy~. It seems that I need to use, alternate methods other than memory erasure.” Ink stated, and opened up a viewing portal, showing Cross, Fresh, and Nightmare all standing stiff, rigid, and eyes blank. 

“Spill anything, and I’ll dust them. And if you let me mess with your code, I won’t kidnap them and torture them.” Ink told him, smiling a creep smile. 

Error thought about it long and hard for a few moments, he 

“F-fine. Just don’t hurt them, don’t make me hurt them.” Error begged, his knees shaking. 

“There’s something called a reputation. No one currently knows I can manipulate code as well as I can. If you start killing your housemates people’ll be suspicious as to why I lied.” Ink said matter-of-factly, and Error breathed a sigh of relief. 

It was at that moment dream walked up with a small cup in hand, he handed it to Ink and with a dismissive wave of his hand, Dream walked off. 

“Our deal goes into effect now, drink this to knock yourself out so the transitions will be easier and I won’t have to hear you scream as I mess with your soul.” Ink told Error, holding out the drink to him.

Error took the cup and downed the whole thing in one gulp. It tasted like chocolate and caramel, but it was very bitter as well as sweet. A wave of dizziness hit him and be passed out soon after, Ink’s sadistic laugh sending him off to dreamland, and he didn’t know when he would wake up.

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[demonzdust]

Shut Up - Thiam?

From the WIPs Meme

Title: Shut UpShips: Theo Raeken/Liam DunbarSummary: Theo dances with Liam to help make Hayden and her new boyfriend jealous and Liam is forced to recognize a newfound attraction.

And here, I can share a teaser for this one:

The loud base vibrates on the floor beneath Liam’s feet, it echoes off the walls and drums in his skull in a heavy rhythm.

“What?” he shouts for the third time in a row, hardly able to hear what Theo is saying to him.

Theo looks exasperated. He grabs Liam’s wrist in an attempt to tug him closer but Liam snaps it from his grip. He was not in the mood to feel Theo’s cold smooth fingers on him.

In fact, he would never in the mood for that.

“Do. Not. Touch me.” he lays down the law, only just barely preventing his eyes from flickering gold at him.

“I said-” Theo raises his voice, as he steps closer to Liam, his brows now creased in annoyance. “That you need to stop standing there stiff as a board. You stick out like an idiot.”

Anger rushes through Liam’s veins at the (probably true) criticism. It’d been six months since Liam graduated and joined Scott in his effort to protect pack’s from Monroe across the country. Six months of hardly more than a few weeks in a town before they had to leave.

Which Liam actually found kind of fun most of the time, even if Scott usually stuck him with Theo as a partner in their exploits.

But this town is different.

Because this town is home to the university that his ex-girlfriend attended.

“It’s stick out like a sore thumb.” he growls, inching back a bit from Theo’s close proximity. “You, jackass.”

“Not when you do it.” Theo bites back, unperturbed by the flexing muscles in Liam’s arms. “You look like some kind of serial killer. Like you’re about to snap and slaughter everythone in here.”

Liam swears Theo must like getting hit, because he’s constantly asking for it.

“You’re really one to talk.” he spits back. “How many people have you killed, again?”

A smug smile envelope Theo’s features.

“Yeah, but I don’t look like I do…”

Liam rolls his eyes and Theo jerks his chin towards the numerous club patrons, all bouncing and swaying to the rhythms swimming in the air around them.

Mason would love this place. It’s a mixed crowd of college-aged patrons, full of spectacular lights and the glowing shots in long tubes. Beer sloshes from red cups onto the floor as excited clubbers laugh and stumble, ready to make bad choices and think about it in the morning.

“Seriously, Liam, you’re acting like such a stiff you’re actually going to blow our cover.” Theo is going on. “You want to tell Scott that we couldn’t find the werewolves in here because you couldn’t look like you fit in? Come on…let’s move away from the bar.”

That does shake him out of his stupor, slightly.

He’d been so nervous, scanning the crowd for any signs of her, that he’d practically forgotten why they were here to begin with.

“Yeah,” he says, obstinately even as he follows Theo into the sea of sweaty bodies. “God forbid I get in the way of you sucking up to Scott some more…”

It’d really been getting quite obnoxious. Theo was practically a different person whenever Scott was in the room. His investment in the success of their missions always tied directly tied to how visible any of his actions would be to Scott.

Theo either couldn’t hear him over the loud base or is pretending that he can’t hear him.

That’s when he sees her.

Her nails are painted gleaming silver, her hands curled around the bicep of a tall college jock with overstyled hair.

Liam’s stomach turns.

No one told him he was tall. God, why did he have to be tall?

His eyes narrow in on the guys fingers, that are gripping the curve of his ex’s ass so firmly Liam sees red.

The music takes a violent turn, Liam’s blood turns to fire in his veins.

Without thinking, he lunges towards them.

He doesn’t get more than one step forward, before he’s yanked violently back.

“The hell?” he snarls in Theo’s face. “Get your hands off me!”

“What and let you make a complete ass of yourself in front of your ex and completely blow our cover in this shitty town?” Theo’s grip on his bicep tightens and Liam can feel the prick of his claws. “No way.”

Liam snaps his arm roughly out of Theo’s grip.

“I’m stronger than you.” he growls, his eyes flashing. “Try to overpower me like that again and you’re going to regret it.”

“Put those eyes away - I’m trying to help you, jackass.” Theo retorts. “Now do you want to make Hayden remember all the things about you she probably isn’t missing? Or do you want to make her sorry you broke up?”

“I-wait, what?” Liam blinks. “How are you going to do that?”

“Follow my lead.” Theo says, taking Liam’s wrists with a smirk and pulling him till their right in Hayden’s view - but not obviously in front of her.

“Don’t look at her.” Theo says, keeping his voice low so that no one around them can hear. “Dance with me.”

“Are you serious?” Liam asks, disbelievingly.

“Do you want to make her jealous or not?”

“I-” Liam stutters. “I’m not good at lying…”

Theo rolls his eyes so hard he looks like he’s in physical pain. He takes Liam’s hands and puts them on his hips, then places his own on Liam’s shoulders.

“Then just shut up and let me do it for you.”

At that moment the lights dropout. For a millisecond they’re smothered in complete darkness. The base of the music drops even louder, dim red lights come on up above them, followed by a staggering blaring strobe.

Theo began to move smoothly in time with the music, the contours of his deceivingly graceful body flashing in and out of visibility in the flashing light. He pulled Liam into step with him, and soon they were both moving in the same rhythm.

A moment later he hears her gasp.

Theo tugs Liam around so his back is to Hayden, moving in closer.

“Eyes on me, Little Wolf.”

“Don’t call me that.” Liam growled, digging his nails into Theo’s hips. “You aren’t even that much taller than me…”

“Not everything is about height.”

Liam dug his nails deeper and pulled Theo closer to him to hide his furious expression from Hayden.

“I bet I’ve got you beat in other areas too.” Liam quips.

He can feel Hayden’s eyes on him now, staring in disbelief. Even through the heavy scents of sweat and grime on the dancing bodies around them he can smell her growing horror and jealousy.

It feels more good than he wants to admit.

“Oh do you?” Theo leans his face in so their foreheads are practically touching, his eyebrows arced sexily.

Wait what? No. Not sexy. What was he just thinking? Annoying. The arc of Theo’s eyebrows are annoying.

Dancing with Theo is getting easier and easier. There’s something dizzying about the flash of the lights, and something entrancing about the small beads of sweat that are starting to line Theo’s neck.

Liam finds himself staring at the shape of Theo’s collar bone protruding from the tight dark knit muscle shirt that clung to his torso.

As if on cue, Theo moved in closer.

[writing4lovebangtan7]

Note to Self: Bring Cold Medicine [BTS Imagine] Part 2

Line up: Reader X Bangtan (yes all of them)

Genres: fluff, sweet, friendship bonds (I wanted to write something adorably sweet)

summary: you are a Korean translator from america and project coordinator with BigHit, you have an idea for a future project with all seven of the group members and are staying over to begin the process of laying the ground work and preparing to start, you have previously been on a run episode with the boys teaching them art techniques, now, you wake up sick, and waddle your way to the living room wrapped in a blanket trying to plan your escape so you  can recover, but the biggest boy band in the world has other plans.

I see Jin walk away with a determined stiffness to his back, his shoes make a comical stomp noise on the hard wood. I can’t do anything to stop him. As much as I want to stop him, both Hoesoek and Jimin are still wiggling their fingers at me sternly. Ordering me to stay put. Jungkook and taehyung are laughing at how their hyungs are being strict with me.

Can I really fight against them? I doubt that I would win against all seven of them if they decided to keep me here until I was better.

To be honest, I can and will take care of myself. My family made sure I could be independent of anyone and anything. Hell, I even know how to change my own tires on my car. My father made sure I could read a map, and my cooking skills was your typical basic single person living alone.

“Noona…” jungkook’s voice snaps me back to the present, I look up at him with a raised brow.

“do you not want your water anymore?” he questions, eyeing my hand holding the glass

“huh? Oh no I still want to finish it” I bring the glass to my chapped lips and take a deeper pull on the crisp water. I was surprised at how good the water tastes here. In America, you have to know which bottle water brand is your favorite or water just doesn’t taste right at all.

“ y/n Noona, can you tell us about the project you wanted us to work together on?” jimin sits down in front of me, he does that thing where he keeps his right leg up and his left laying flat. I chuckle thinking about how comfy he looks.

“the project is a series of paintings that you will do based on the classic poker cards theme, of course each deck with be themed around each member and then we will have your basic all seven in one, it seems like a lot I know but it will be fun for armies who like to play with poker cards”

“woow noona! You really make things complicated, I can’t paint very well like our Jungkook or taehyung, even jiminie is really good!” hoeseok complained cutely. Not that I think that he was, I think it had more to do with the fact that on the episode of run, Hobi was having trouble mixing paint colors with jin.

“you will not be alone when you create these, I will be overseeing your work and answering questions on in case there’s something you want to do, I can teach you how to do it” I did my best to comfort him, “but, you will have to do the work, I can only do so much for you and im not asking for a lot”

“she’s right hyung” Jungkook spoke up, beside him taehyung looked like he was already mentally designing at least thirty-seven of the cards down to the ace and queen of hearts.

“have you done this before noona?” jimin asks, at this point I shifted my weight back onto the couch instead of leaning forward.

“yes, but its embarrassing to talk about now” I finish my water and set it aside.

They make a “ooooh?” noise at me as I pull out my phone and look at my photos from years ago. It takes me some time but I find what i’m looking for. I turn the phone around and show them. A long time ago I had designed a beauty and the beast themed poker deck pack that never got to see a production line. I tell them that story, how I had cheerfully walked up to the printing company, holding my design portfolio, and they all looked at me bright eyed and wishful, hoping that my design saw light

“it was not to be i’m sorry to say, they turned me away saying that the design was to…basic”

“Basic!?” taehyung sounded offended on my behalf, jimin put a hand on his chest and hoeseok looked a little upset. Jungkook made his small gasp and leaned away.

“an overused narrative is what they told me in the end, I had to leave there with no deal and no way of getting my designs printed” my phone was being passed around and Jungkook was the last to see the design. He was nodding and enlarging the screen to see the finer details I put into the cards.

I fell in love with the story of the beauty and the beast, not because I fell in love with the beast, but because I saw myself as the beast. Poetically you could say my castle was my own mental state, how I liked to be alone, to deal with my problems, I only shared my thoughts when I would talk to myself at my desk or to my things like they were ‘alive’, I never considered myself beautiful or attractive. The rose being the ticking of the clock when ever I would take my headphones off, the slow reminder that time was passing, I was running out of time but for what? I couldn’t answer that question. The town having forgotten me, and I liked it that way. No old man to come steal my roses, no belle to come change me from a bitter monster to a beautiful princess. at one point in my life, I believed in magic. Those days are gone now, I’m not sure if they will ever come back

“noona, don’t be sad, now with us and the company, you can afford to print them yourself!” taehyung cheerfully bounced in place, at this point, Jungkook had take up a spot next to me on the couch, hoesoek left to go help jin, jimin and tae seated comfortably in front of me.  

“you think they are good huh?” I say chuckling “I could make the designs better, this is old work I did right out of college”

Before anyone could say anything else, I hear namjoons door open and his house slippers make a scratchy noise on the floor as he made his way towards us. Seeing him come around the corner made me open my eyes a little more and notice the boys fashion for the day. Jungkook was in a black shirt and grey sweats, barefoot, tae had his red sweater, and black sweats, also barefoot, jimin was wearing a white hoodie and jeans. I vaguely remember hoesoek was wearing a bright yellow shirt and white shorts. Namjoon, on the other hand, had on a white hoodie with some designs on it, and brown sweats.

“oh hey why are we all in the living room?”

“y/n noona is sick” jimin answered him before I could.

“oh!?” namjoon looked shocked, and he seemed to really get a good look at me.

“wow, you do look pale, do you need anything?”

Flustered, I tell him no, the boys update him about the project and he seems really excited about it but like hoesoek, he was worried about his artistic skills.

“I barely managed to create koya, how am I going to make myself based on a deck of cards?” he questioned, taking a seat on the couch next to me.

“As I told hoesoek, You wont be alone” I laugh, doing my best to comfort them.

As all good things don’t last long, I started to feel dizzy and hot. I hear jin’s voice call out

“Soup is ready!”

[inyournightmares97]

GOT7: Bodyguard!AU

Maknae Line! Read hyung line here

You were the spoiled, only child of one of the country’s top politicians. Growing up in a sheltered environment left you with little to no friends, because your father was constantly terrified that people would take advantage of you. Among the only people you were allowed to see on a regular basis was the startlingly handsome bodyguard that your Father had appointed to oversee your safety. He was to be near you at all times, so was it much of a surprise that you fell for him?

Youngjae

Sometimes you wondered whether your Father had hired you a bodyguard, or a guardian angel. 

Choi Youngjae was possibly the sweetest person you had ever met. His hands were actually shaking the first time he introduced himself to you and you could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. It had taken a long time to assure the sweet boy that you weren’t your father and that he didn’t need to be so nervous around you. He was extremely sweet and sometimes you wondered if he was even capable of protecting you if it came down to it. Youngjae seemed like the kind of guy who couldn’t even hurt a fly. 

“Do you want to try one the cookies we made for the bake sale?” you offered him happily, as you headed down to the car. Your driver was waiting to take you to a charity event and Youngjae followed close behind you. You opened one of the many boxes in your hands and showed him the little shaped cookies. “The butterscotch ones are my favorite.”

Youngjae beamed at the sight of the cookies, and then tried to stiffen his expression. “I really shouldn’t....” 

“You can try one! I made them myself!” you insisted, determined to get him to taste them. “Just one? Look, this one kind of looks like you!”

You held up a rabbit-shaped cookie and watched as Youngjae threw his head back and laughed. He genuinely looked and sounded like an angel when he did that, and you sub-consciously found yourself wanting to make him laugh more. You were just about to press the cookie into Youngjae’s hand when he grabbed you and yanked your arm. 

You let out a squeal as you were pulled into Youngjae’s chest, the box of cookies clattering to the floor. His arms wrapped around you tightly, just as something whizzed by your head. Terrified, you clung onto him and squeezed your eyes shut. 

“You’re fine,” Youngjae whispered into your ear. His voice was tense and when you looked up at his face, his mouth was set into a hard line. You suddenly realized that Youngjae wasn’t as innocent as he seemed to be; you’d never seen him look so terrifying. He covered your body with his and grabbed the car door. “Get into the car. Now,” he ordered firmly. 

You watched in shock as Youngjae pushed you into the car with one hand, the other one reaching for his gun in his back pocket. He raised it confidently and fired a few shots into the distance, before pocketing it again and sliding into the car beside you. Your hands were trembling as he looked you in the eyes. 

“Are you okay?” Youngjae asked you gently. 

You nodded, unable to speak as he gave you a soft smile and wrapped his arm around your shoulder reassuringly. 

Bambam

You’d never imagined that having a bodyguard would be so much fun. 

Your Father generally forbid you from going out and having fun with your friends. You were legally an adult but clubs and parties were a no-no because anything could happen to you there. it frustrated you and you had never expected that the tall, handsome young bodyguard who was assigned to your detail would have the solution. 

If you can’t go to the party, bring the party to you!

Honestly, it made you happy that Bambam was taking the risk for you. Most of your previous bodyguards had strictly refused to toe the line, afraid of losing their jobs. But when Bambam snuck two bottles of vodka into your bedroom on your twenty-first birthday and grinned at you, you knew that you had hit the jackpot with your bodyguard assignment. You both sat on your fluffy pink carpet and Bambam was sweet enough to pour out the drinks for you, mixing them with generous amounts of soda so that they would go down easier. 

“You...” you told Bambam, pointing a shaky finger in his direction. The alcohol was loosening your tongue and you were starting to feel pleasantly dizzy. “Are the handsomest bodyguard I’ve ever had. Did you know that? You’re the cutest.”

Bambam chuckled. “Really?”

“Yup. And because you’re so cute, you have to take a drink. Drink!”

He lifted his glass to his lips and you busied yourself with making another drink. By the time you looked up, Bambam’s shot glass was empty and you grinned at him. He had been matching you shot-for-shot but he looked relatively unaffected. Maybe he had a better tolerance. You wouldn’t know. You’d never drank with friends. 

“I think I’m lonely,” you admitted quietly. “I don’t have any friends.”

Bambam blinked at you. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“Of course it’s true. Don’t you know me? You’re with me twenty-four-seven. If I had friends, you would have seen them by now. Have you seen them? No! You haven’t! Because I’m all alone. I have nobody but you,” you whined, leaning your head against Bambam’s shoulder. He chuckled and patted your head lightly. 

“Well, think about it this way,” Bambam pointed out. “I’m with you twenty-four-seven so if I had any friends then you would have seen them by now too.”

You looked up at him in horror. “Am I stopping you from seeing your friends?”

“No, you idiot, I’m saying you’re my only friend too,” he told you gently, You blinked at him innocently as he gently helped you to your feet and walked you over to your bed. “So hopefully you don’t hate me when you wake up with a hangover in the morning, because I don’t really have anyone else.”

You got under the covers obediently. “Bambam.”

“Hmm?”

“Am I the cutest person you’ve ever body-guard-ed?”

He chuckled and leaned forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “You’re the only person I’ve ever, uh... bodyguard-ed. But definitely still the cutest.”

You beamed and snuggled into your covers to sleep. 

Yugyeom

Kim Yugyeom screamed like a girl. 

You knew this, because you’d intentionally scared him multiple times. You personally resented the fact that your Father had forcefully assigned you a bodyguard and such a cute one at that. Kim Yugyeom was tall, handsome and young, the last thing you’d expected in a bodyguard. But he did his job well. 

Doing his job included telling you what you could and couldn’t do. You were constantly trying to sneak out, go party with your friends and paint the town red. Your previous bodyguards had all been curt and unapologetic about telling you that you weren’t allowed to do half the reckless things you proposed. Yugyeom was no different, but he was clearly inexperienced. His ears and neck flushed a deep shade of red whenever he had to stop you from doing anything. 

“I-I don’t think that’s allowed,” Yugyeom would stammer out nervously. “I think we’d better just stay indoors, miss.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And what if I still want to go?”

Yugyeom sounded uncertain. “I’m under strict instructions from your father so I would have to, um, I would have to stop you using physical force.”

Honestly, you pitied him a little. Yugyeom was cute and it was sort of flattering how flustered he got around you. You liked the pleasant, shy eye candy following you around so you had no intention of making Yugyeom lose his job. Deciding to lay low for a while, you obeyed his commands and didn’t go anywhere you weren’t allowed to. But that left you with a lot of free time and nobody to spend it with. 

So you occupied yourself with putting fake cockroaches in Yugyeom’s clothes. It made him scream like a girl and he always got so embarrassed afterwards, it was adorable to watch his entire face turn bright red. You were just sneaking into his room to drop a new one into his jacket when someone grabbed you from behind and placed a hand over your mouth. 

You struggled, but a familiar voice whispered in your ear from behind. “It’s me. There are intruders downstairs in your house. The rest of the guards are dealing with them, but we need to keep quiet,” Yugyeom told you calmly. You nodded, staying silent when he removed his hand from your mouth. Your heartbeat was thudding in terror but Yugyeom calmly pulled you into his room and dragged you into the closet. He ushered you into the back, using his large body to block the door and cover you. 

“Are my parents okay?” you whispered, worried. 

Yugyeom nodded, squeezing your hand reassuringly. You’d always thought that he would be the first to freak out if anything happened because he was such a scaredy-cat. But he seemed strangely calm and composed. You found yourself clutching him for comfort. 

“Your parents are fine. The security downstairs are doing their job.” He wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest, gently rubbing your back to calm your anxiety. “Shh, you’re okay. I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe, all right?”

You nearly jumped as the radio in his pocket buzzed. Yugyeom grabbed it and answered it instantly, a gravelly voice coming over the line. 

“Intruders are surrounded, imminent danger averted. It’s safe to come out.”

You breathed a sigh of relief as Yugyeom smiled at you, gently helping you out of the closet. You were impressed and suddenly attracted by how bravely he’d barricaded the closet door to save you. You’d never expected something like that from him and you gave him a shy smile. 

“Thank you, Yugyeom.”

He grinned at you, shrugging. “That’s okay, don’t worry about it. I was just doing my-oh my god, is that a cockroach? Get it away, get it away!”

You laughed and hugged him tightly. 

[imagine-wannaone]

Let That Ship Sale

Lmao once again can’t title but I’m back, and the request was for an award show or something but the isac’s where the other day and wanna one has never gone and I like to dream okay so I hope this is okay, i could do another at an actual show w another member if you’d like idk. Also props to whoever can tell whoever the idols faces at the isac’s I edited out of the pictures (That I don’t own btw credit to owners) for the header board thingy belong to hehe.

Summary: All your fans are shipping you with Daniel and you can’t say you disagree.

 • The ISAC’s were always something you had mixed emotions about,  • Your group was pretty popular and didn’t exactly need the promotion, but your company was small so it was a good idea to go anyway, even if it was just to have a bit of fun,  • You enjoyed spending time with friends from other groups and sending your fans things you’d made, but you could be working on new songs and just the fact the day was so long,  • But at least you got to wear a tracksuit like damn,  • You were a self producing group who tried out most genres, generally more hiphop and R&B so you’d had many different clothing styles, but nothing beat the black tracksuit the event organizer handed you and the four others in your group,  • But at way too early o'clock (honestly any time before 11 am) you pulled yourself out of the car with your group and made your way to the stadium, you all had unique styles; braided hair or sunglasses,  • Wow y'all so beautiful and powerful looking I’m quaking,  • Y'all known for singing about important matters and independence and basically being badass and are actually rlly respected for it and popular,  • Don’t take no shit from no one, you’re out to win today,  • And to compliment your friends about all their comebacks and catch up of course,  • And then there’s the small matter of Mr Kang Daniel,  • One of the boys of the Monster Rookie™ group Wanna One that had taken the nation’s hearts pretty much overnight,  • The fans of your group and his had, continuously since their debut, been shipping you nonstop,  • And yeah, you thought he was cute and funny but you’d never even met; the most you’ve done was nod to each other or complimented his group on passing after a performance,  • And you’re slightly afraid that the shipping would now make it awkward for the two of you to meet and interact; afraid your Stan’s would take it way too far,  • You just hope you can get a ‘hi’ or a quick conversation in today with him, although you know it may be difficult,  • But your whole group is about not really caring about others’ standards, so you’re going have to remember that,  • The opening runs smoothly, and you manage to sneak up to where the fans are and hand out your lunch boxes yourself, although the rules say you really shouldn’t go to the fans area,  • (VIXX what trolls this year tho I love them)  • You’re sat with Irene and Yeri, Seulgi quite literally asleep on your lap and your members teasing your fans not 10 feet away and honestly wow,  • But then the archery gets called up and you have to slide yourself away,  • Which breaks your heart because yanno when a puppy is asleep on you so you can’t move?  • Like that,  • But you grab Tae, the member you’re going to do archery with, and wander off,  • You go second, so while you’re waiting you slip some black face paint out of your pocket, before painting some black streaks across Tae’s cheeks as she paints 3 down your face,  • Because how else you gunna show you’re ready for war?????  • As soon as your competitors look over to you they burst out laughing at the funny faces you pull, one of those competitors in waiting including Kang Daniel himself,

 • You make sure to send him a goofy fake scowl, challenging him, to which he cracks up,

• Omg a beautiful sight, Daniel smiling? Those cresent eyes? Soft cheeks? WoW,  • In essence - face paint is a very effective way to distract your competitors as well as amusing your fans,  • And you totally ace the archery,  • You walk away with a Silver medal and that’s totally good enough for you,  • But then an interview reporter grabs you and you’re whisked away,  • At this point you’re used to it, them Interviewers - they’re everywhere,  • “Y/N congratulations on the silver medal! It must have something to do with the face paint?”  • The lady smiles brightly and you laugh a little,  • “It must be, it was Tae’s idea to show we meant business,”  • The lady laughs at this, and starts to ask questions about your latest comeback and the paint, noting how you may have started a new fashion trend, the concept of your new song and making you rap a little bit of your verse, to which your fans scream,  • Wow we love a supportive family,  • They make your heart race as always as you wave to them,  • “One quick thing before you go, Y/N, I don’t suppose you’ve heard your fans talk about you and wanna ones Kang Daniel?”  • You’re heart drops at that and you blush, laughing nervously,  • “I’ve seen a few things, but don’t know a lot about it,”  • You’re such a great liar damn no one suspects a thing,  • “Ah, quite a lot of fans are shipping you; saying you’d make a very cute couple,”  • You know this is very much a breach of privacy and kinda rude, but you’re known for being quite laid back in your group, so you’re not thrown, although maybe a little lost for words,

 • And answers,  • And anything that won’t give away your small crush on the member of wanna one,  • “ Ah, I think our fans are right, Daniel is very cute and charming, although I’ve not really got the opportunity to get to know him yet,”  • Lmao smooth,  • Yeah right, you’re pretty obvious,  • Although you’re sort of mortified by the fact you’ve inadvertently just said 1) Daniel is very cute to thousands of people and 2) you basically ship the two of you,  • You do your natural thing and play it off as if you just told them your first name,  • You hear some laughing nearby and quickly glance to spot where you recognise Ong Seongwoo and Kim  Jaehwan slapping Daniel himself on the back, way too close, his cheeks bright red and a soft smile on his face as the cameras, no doubt, zoom in on him,  • He waves a little when he sees you looking,  • Wow what is a normal heart rate,

 • You laugh,  • At least you’re not the only one to get a taste of this embarrassment,  • You’re not alone in your suffering,  • And you nearly run away to hide when the interviewer motions Daniel to come closer and he actually complies,  • What a snake,  • He greets the interviewer and the two of you bow to each other all flushed, not knowing how to stand next to each other,  • It’s all very awkward wow,  • You know you’ve all been in the situation where you’re with that family member and they’ve already asked about school/work and now have nothing to say,  • yeah idk if that’s too specific,  • “Daniel, I don’t suppose you’ve heard about the fans shipping either? How do you feel about it?”  • You want to melt as Daniels eyes meet yours and a smile stretches across his face,  • “I think y/n’s music is incredible and she’s very cute and I’d like to get to know her more,”  • You’re dead,  • Daniels whole face is red as his eyes skim everywhere and he laughs a little,  • This is so weird and unheard of, don’t fans usually not want their idols to date? Aren’t there many things and rules about this?  • (y'all it’s stupid it’s their own life let idols date if they want)  • But here you are, stood next to your crush, both of you blushing messes, getting set up by your own fans,  • “Well that’s very interesting, make sure to get to know each other later,”

 • The MC/interviewer chirps and you laugh and stay cool as always, proud you haven’t let anything show except for maybe a slight blush,  • Daniel goes to leave but quickly throws his arms around you, giving you a hug at the speed of light before flying away,

 • You can hear the fans in the stadium squeal jeez,  • Wow, what just happened???  • You quickly jog back to your group who’s hanging out with GFriend and Seventeen after having to send some aegyo to the crowd,  • You nearly died of the embarrassment and cringe, but soldiered through,  • Let’s just say you get roasted,  • Apparently everyone in your group is a savage???? Do they hate you???? Wish for your torment?????  • Nah they’re just your best friends,  • And just when you’re forgetting about your interview ordeal, your group gets called for the relay race you’re all determined to conquer, having perfect harmony for the change over,  • While you may not be the tallest, you’re all fast as hell, having run away from your manager a couple of times,  • Lmao you just wanted boba tea,  • But you draw more paint, all slightly different, onto the others’ faces before heading over to the track to show everyone what running actually is,  • You run last, which is a lot of pressure wow,  • And your member is running towards you and they’re neck and neck with a member of twice like damn,  • But you take the baton smooth as hell and your legs move quicker than you can compute, almost leaving your torso behind as you focus your whole mind on faster, smoother, faster,  • As you’re speeding past you spot Daniel out of the corner of your eye yelling and you can hear your name and wow,  • Your heart starts hammering even harder and your head goes a little dizzy, your legs stumbling a little,  • But nah you don’t let no boy get in the way of your gold medal as you steam ahead and wow,  • 1st place what a gem,  • I mean it’s your 3rd gold medal in relay, you guys holding the title, just champs I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  • When sport 💪💪 is life ✌✌✌ can’t let anyone 👨👩 beat you 💃💃  • I hate myself,  • But then Daniel’s doing relay as well so you make sure to cheer equally as loud,  • Which is hard when you’re still catching your breath,  • Who needs Oxygen anyway???  • And the little shit has the audacity to, very obviously, send you a wink,  • An unmistakable wink,  • What sort of out of the world confidence does he have, he was in 2nd place as well,  • As much as you’re shook, it makes you a little soft, but no one will leT yOu lIVE,  • All slapping your back or ruffling your hair,  • The DeFianCe???  • But you go to get a water bottle and who do you run into?  • Yeah, Daniel,  • “Congrats on gold~”  • His soft tone,  • wow,  • His soft smile,  • Wow,  • The two if you actually talking?  • W o w,  • “Hey I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to put you in the spot and-”  • Lmao yeah, maybe you feel bad a lil for dragging him into what may be a nightmare of always being asked about each other,  • “No it’s okay, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a long time, I meant it when I said you where cute,”  • Wow you’re a goner for this rookie,  • “So did I,”  • Wow smooth, not awkward at all,

 • “I like the paint by the way, but it makes you a little scary when you’re not smiling,”  • Lmao the idea was for you and the squad to look scary and badass especially for the broadcast,  • Little do the fans know the next Comeback has a fierce concept,  • Lmao playing with fans wow that’s always fun 🙃🙃🙃  • “Here,”  • You bring your face paint tub out and hold it up for him, raising an eye brow in question,  • He laughs and nods goofily, to which you crack the paint out,

 • You run a finger from his forehead down to his jawline in neat straight lines doing down, his skin soft and warm, the look when he closes his eyes so innocent and pure,  • Get you a soft man,

• It makes your hand tingle and you’re heart race at the close proximity, standing on your tiptoes and resting a hand on his shoulder for support,  • It’s only when you’ve finished do you realise his is now pretty much identical to yours,  • WhoOps ACcIDenTS HaPPEn,  • But he still looks damn cute,  • And you know a fancam of this will be all over the internet later,  • Hey; you may even share it on a private account who can say?????  • And wow if you don’t continue to spend the rest of the ISAC’s together, taking stupid pictures with people and giving the internet a heart attack,  • By the end of the day it seems almost all idols have some sort of facepaint?  • A star or a couple of lines of just a smudge done by a member of their group,  • A trend starter?  • But you’re all leaving the arena with the SqUAD,  • But then a hand gently takes your wrist and Daniel leads you to the side of the corridor with your group mates sending teasing smirks over the shoulder to you,  • With a shy smile he holds out a piece of paper folded neatly and you can see the outline of numbers written on it,  • You laugh lightly, taking the paper and carefully tucking it into your pocket,  • “Text me when you get home?”  • You nod, knowing you’ll spend too long deciding whether to say 'heya’ or 'hi’ and then make a split second decision and put something else entirely,  • And Daniel is just way too cute for you to take,  • He makes a move to leave, eyes hovering over you, before slowly leaning over and gently placing his lips on your forehead, ever so sweet, before nodding, smiling quickly and sliding away

[clairelutra]

for @baneismydragon who wanted ‘sexy ladrien’ in exchange for my coffee — thank you so much!!

Okay so, out of all the responses he could've had to 'hey man, you wanna go to that new club that just opened up?' pretending that he was not, in fact, Chat Noir — half the breakdance team that was making that place famous — was... not the worst response he could've had.

Not the best, either, but it was pretty fun (if slightly nerve-wracking) to tiptoe around the edges of the dance floor and avoid the staff who knew what his face looked like under the smears of face paint.

How he'd gotten into the back hall with Ladybug (Ladybug!) smiling sweetly and batting her eyelashes at him was a mystery, though.

"So you're interested in dancing, hot stuff?"

Not that he was complaining.

"...Depends on the kind of dancing."

At all.

She grinned, teeth white against rouge-painted lips as she stepped closer, and murmured, "How about a... little shimmy-shake?"

Adrien stepped back as she stepped forward, knees wobbly-distant and head spinning in the heat.

"A little moonwalk?" she tried, miming the slipstep with a little bounce as she got ever closer. "I bet I could have you flying."

Adrien desperately tried to clear his throat, heart hammering double, triple the beat that was making the floorboards under their feet shiver.

His back hit the wall only a second before Ladybug braced her hand next to his shoulder and added, "Or maybe a little... grinding?"

The voice of rationality in the back of his head was saying she doesn't know it's you, she's not choosing you, don't be an asshole, get it together and tell her, man! but the rest of him was too scrambled to do anything about it.

That, and the party in Adrien's pants was voting option three. Loudly.

Loud enough that all it took was the hook of a smirk to have him whimpering, her stare on his mouth to have him burning, the realization that she was leaning in to have the wall sliding up his back in increments.

He needed to tell her so he could face her later tonight, but words were hard when the only thing in your head was how desperately you wanted someone to make a mess out of you.

She paused not two centimeters from kissing him, her nose just touching his, close enough that he could smell the chemicals from her face paint mixed with the heady, dizzying smell of her sweat, and whispered, "I... I don't normally offer lessons, you know, but..."

Adrien swallowed, pulse screaming in his ears. "...B-but?"

His voice was so raw he didn't even recognize it.

"I could... make an exception," Ladybug offered with redredred cheeks, gutted and needy and sounding like she was on the very edge of giving up the pretense, and, without any input from him, Adrien's throat let out a tiny, hitching moan.

Ladybug's mouth crashed into his before the noise was done.

For all that he'd fantasized about it — and he'd fantasized about it a lot — the reality of kissing Ladybug blew every one of his expectations out of the water.

He'd expected that feeling all her lean curves squirming against him would make his head spin, and he was wrong.

It was threatening to kill him.

He'd been thinking of how it felt to dip her, hold her, spin her around on the dance floor — he hadn't nearly predicted what it would feel like to have her writhe against him in desperate fervor.

He clutched at her hips to keep from drowning, fingertips slipping in the glaze of sweat and catching in the loops of her cargo pants, supple flesh filling his palms and ripping another noise out of him as she didn't so much kiss him senseless as she did kiss him until his senselessness was liquid-y gold and static-edged.

When she finally wrenched away, there was a thigh shoved between his own, the heat of her hitching almost against his hip, an ache of loss springing to life in his chest and lungs burning for lack of air.

She stared at him for one, two, three seconds and then laughed, the noise raw and open and shocked.

Adrien breathed an attempt at a responding chuckle and found himself too breathless to manage it.

"W... wh... was that... lesson one?" he managed, once he'd schooled his tingling mouth into obedience.

"Mmmh," said Ladybug, trembling hands tracing his waistband with a pulse-faltering amount of consideration. "Of many?"

Adrien could only concur.