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When I think about it, I think one of my favorite things about the Curse of DarKastle lore is how it presents an almost comical inversion of the classic Beauty and the Beast story. Instead of being rude to and angering a witch who curses him to be trapped in a beastly form until true love can break his curse, Prince Ludwig gets startled by a witch and howls, to which she responds by bestowing werewolf powers upon him--I don't think the ride specifies, but it seems like he can turn at will? Or it may have been more emotionally linked. But in any case, it's not presented as a curse (in spite of the ride's name -- I think that comes later when everyone gets trapped as ghosts, at least in my interpretation) but rather as a gift in service of his "dark destiny". She prophetically tells him that he's going to become the "wicked ruler of a corrupt kingdom" and then turns into a wolf herself and actively guides him in overthrowing his parents and ruling the kingdom with an iron fist. It's like the same setup as the witch in Beauty and the Beast, only instead of trying to teach him a moral lesson, the witch in Curse of DarKastle looked at this awful little prince and went "I can make him worse" and then enabled and encouraged his many subsequent murders. It's such a wild story setup for a ride and I kind of love how bonkers it is.
#today on things I'm rotating in my brain#the Curse of DarKastle#Busch Gardens Williamsburg#text quoted from the ride's preshow via Wikipedia#I'm still so sad that it's gone now#and that there's nothing on AO3 about it... might have to change that later#but yeah that was probably like my favorite dark ride ever tbh#idk why I was just always really fascinated by it#I've always loved like#theme parks#and#theme park design and theming#I'm a little obsessed#rambling thoughts#i ramble#even in the tags i ramble#I'm not sure I'm really saying anything with a point here it's just so interesting to me#stream of consciousness rambling#I feel like I should say that whenever I throw a post together really quickly#I just got back from my walk and as ever I am full of thoughts#this is merely the most organized among them#Prince Ludwig#King Ludwig
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@regulily-microfic ⢠july 13: time ⢠824 words
cross-posted on ao3
Regulus fiddles with the Lego in his hand, staring fixedly at the half-finished Millennium Falcon on the coffee table, illuminated only by the fairy lights Lily brought with her when she moved in. His eyes droop, anxiety pressing in on the outskirts of his mind and keeping desperately needed sleep away. The ungodly early time blinks at him from the oven display, taunting Regulus from the kitchen.
He wishes he could sleep, he really does. He just canât stop thinking. So much is happening tomorrow, so many things will changeâ
âLove?â
Regulus blinks. Lily is standing in the hall entrance, the throw from their bed wrapped around her shoulders. Her hair is sleep-mussed, auburn curls frizzy where they frame her face. She rubs at her eye, suppressing a yawn.
âDid I wake you?â Regulus sets the Lego down with a click against the wood, his voice nearly a whisper. âIâm sorry, you should go back to bedââ
Lily shuffles over to the coffee table, plopping down on the floor next to him and nudging him with her shoulder. âNo, shut up. Iâm awake now.â
âLilyâŚâ
She ignores him, blinking quickly to rid the sleep from her eyes. âSo, what step are we on?â
Regulus sighs in defeat and hands her the pamphlet with the instructions, and they get to work, slowly piecing together the Millennium Falcon shoulder to shoulder like a well-oiled machine.
This isnât new. Theyâve done this many nights, have been doing this for years. It started when he was sixteen. Those first few months after Lily and her parents took him in following his transphobic motherâs disownment, he could barely sleep. More often than not, heâd wake in a cold sweat with tears in his eyes, memories and nightmares alike haunting him. It was Lilyâs dad who started buying him Legos. âSomething to keep your mind busy,â he had said.
And CiarĂĄn Evans is a brilliant, brilliant man, because it worked. The tedium and concentration keeps his mind occupied and hands busy, letting him build and build until finally, he can sleep. Lily helps, too. She insists on joining him on nights like this, keeping him company while she helps him work on whichever new set heâs started. He has fewer nightmares now, seven years later, but whenever he does, well. He has his Legos, and he has his Lily.
Sheâs quiet where she sits next to him, sticking two grey bricks together with a soft click. She hasnât spoken a word, hasnât even acknowledged the fact that Regulus should be in bed, tonight most especially. Heâs having surgery tomorrow for Christâs sake, she should be reprimanding him. He knows that she wonât. Lily always waits until he breaks the silence, lets him decide whether he wants to at all. Regulus loves her even more for it.
A beat. Maybe two. âI donât know why Iâm scared.â
Lily hums in acknowledgment, eyes still glued on the model before them. Regulus sighs shakily and sets down the pieces in his hands. âIâve wanted top surgery forever, you know? I need it, really. I justâŚâ
âMaybe thatâs why youâre scared,â Lily offers. âMaybe youâre scared of the possibility that something will change in a bad way, that this magical idea you have of how everything will go wonât happen.â
He swallows, drumming his fingers on the table. âMaybe. I just feel stupid.â
âRegulus,â she says, finally turning to look at him. Her eyes are bright and determined, and his breath catches at the sight. âYouâve never done well with change, youâre not stupid.â
âI know, butââ
âNope, no buts. Do you really think I wouldnât tell you if you were being stupid? Because I love you, but I would.â
Regulus huffs a laugh, leaning his head on her shoulder. âI know you would. Sâwhy I love you so much.â
âRegulus Black being sappy? The world must have ended.â
âOh, fuck off,â he says, nudging his girlfriendâs shoulder with his own. She chuckles, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair. Regulus sighs softly, eyes fluttering shut.
Lily presses a little kiss to the top of his head. âThink you can sleep now?â
âMm, yeah, probably.â
âGood.â She sits up, disrupting their impromptu cuddle. âBecause you need to sleep. You have surgery tomorrow at ten, and look at the timeââ
âI was wondering when you would go mother hen on me,â he says with a small smile, and Lily rolls her eyes fondly.
âWorrying for your health is not mother henning.â
âOf course, dear.â
She scoffs lightly and stands, offering her hand to Regulus and pulling him to his feet. Before he can do anything else, Lily tugs him into a tight hug, a hand cupping the back of his neck and pulling him close. He buries his face in her hair, eyes fluttering shut.
Lily kisses him on the head again. âI love you.â
âI love you too, despite your mother henning.â
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WIP Wednesday!
Tagged by @steves-strapcollection (thank you!!)
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In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPS; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to post!
After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
That's it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!
WIPS
Stobin soulmate au
phryctoria
S4 Fix-it: Lucas POV
towards a unified theory of the upside down [stobin chats]
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My Snippet
from the Stobin soulmate au (premise is that soulmates can feel one another's emotions & physical pain before they meet).
She doesn't think she's ever felt an anger this incandescent. It blazes hot and fast like a flashfire, flickering out almost as quickly as it sprang up, leaving the scorched remains of anxious confusion in its place.Â
There have been so many times in Robin's life where she's wanted nothing more than to figure out how to bend time and space to her whim. She doesn't know who her soulmate is, but it feels like she should be able to travel across the rope that tethers them together whenever they're in danger. She wants to throw herself into the mix of whatever is happening right now, because the anxiety has now spiked so high that Robin's own heart is racing like she's being chased down by something. Adrenaline is rushing through her even though she's just seated on her bedroom floor, imagining a girl who might be miles and miles away running or fighting for her life.Â
She jumps up. She has to get out of here. Even if she can't do anything about this she has to move because if she doesn't she's going to combust.Â
Her parents are seated together in the living room watching a movie and she sneaks by them because if they catch her trying to sneak out of the house right now she'll never hear the end of it. They've been so on edge since Barb and the Byers kidâshit! What if Barb is her soulmate?Â
She discards the idea almost as quickly as it pops up. Surely if they were soulmates they would have figured it out when they were actually friends? And besides, Robin doesn't think Barbs so much as swatted at a fly.
ButâŚwhat if whatever was after Barb is after her soulmate too? What if there's really something out there in Hawkins?
She knows that that should dissuade her from hopping on her bike and speeding down Cherry Lane, but all it does is make her wish all the more that the bond was more like Ariadne's thread, guiding her to the center of the Labyrinth.
#wip wednesday#read writes#read wip#stobin#robin buckley#I didn't have a good phryctoria snippet from the past 7 days#so i used the nudge to draft in the soulmate au#bc i haven't looked at it in weeks D:
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im feeling kinda akward since its my first time requesting,i really really really like your writings and im wondering if you could do some angst for albedo, anything you feel like tbh, but if may i be a little selfish i was thinking on something like he hurt you, so you break up with him or maybe he break up with you and regret later, im in love with the genius and your writings so why not lol, hope you are doing well, xoxoxooxox
Thanks for the request anon. <3 Sorry it took so long, but Iâm feeling angst today so here goes. Let me know what you think <3
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Scenario: Breaking up
Characters: gn! reader x Albedo
Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst?
Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)
Read:Â (Part 2)Â (Part 3 - Final)
Albedo
Alone.
These days you found yourself alone in your shared home. It had been nearly a year since the two of you decided to live together. Maybe that was a bad idea.
You were smitten. He was such an intelligent man, and truth be told you loved how his mind worked. He was silent and mostly kept to himself at first, but with you, there were subtle touches, fleeting kisses. Oh and his eyes, the way his eyes brightened or the way his lips turned up at the sight of you. The way he held you close at nights, up until the morning.
Gone were those days.Â
He was hardly home. The intelligent man you had fallen in love with, was also a workaholic. Perhaps you shouldâve seen it coming. There were so many signs.
Maybe he changed. Maybe you changed. But the little things werenât enough anymore. He came home just to sleep and wake up, and he was off again.Â
âBedo, have you got some time off on the weekend? We havenât been up to Starsnatch Cliff in a while,â you had prodded him a few days ago, wondering if the problem would be solved if you made the first move.Â
âSorry, Y/N, weâre just about to discover more about the properties of electro crystals... Itâll be useful if we want to sustain higher energy concentrations on...â and just like that he had gone off a tangent explaining the whole thing. You smiled a little, it was still endearing how excited he got discussing those things.Â
But you couldnât help but be lonely at how he seemed to love his research more than you.Â
âMaybe I just need to be more proactive. Thatâs it! Iâll go and visit him at the lab today!â Surprising him was one of the things that you had always wanted to do. But not a lot of things got past Albedo. He was observant like that. You made a quick run to the bakery, getting him some croissants and welcomed yourself into the Favonius Headquarters.Â
You looked up at the sign on his laboratory door. That sign was always there though, Klee had told you about it, and Sucrose had also talked about it once or twice before, telling you that it wouldnât be a good idea to go in if the sign was up. But when was it ever down? So, you shrugged, and pushed the door open with a wide smile.
âWhat are you doing here?!â Thereâs a wild look in Albedoâs eyes the moment you step in. He didnât appreciate being disturbed. You tilted your head a little at his reaction, you werenât expecting that.
âOh, since youâve been so busy these days I just thought Iâd drop by and give you something to--â
âY/N, did you not see the sign on the door? No disturbances, even from you,â
âIâll just be quick, Iâm just dropping this off,â you lift the paper bag from the bakery and lay it down on the nearest table. Albedo closes his eyes with a sigh.Â
â...Weâre working on something dangerous right now, I donât have time to eat. Please take it back,â
Surprisingly, you obey quite quickly, and take the paper bag back into your hands. Annoyance start to pulse in your veins. âAnything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I donât bother you or your research so much?â
Sucrose had been standing there the whole time, and you can see the slight wince on her face at your cold statement... But Albedo had returned it ten fold, snapping an answer back. âYes, Y/N, that would be excellent, donât get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,â
You didnât expect how much it would sting. Your shoulders slump downwards at the realization that this... had gone too far. You couldnât take it anymore. Sucrose opens her mouth, but doesnât know what to say looking back and forth between you and Albedo.Â
The Kreideprinz had continued with his task as if nothing had happened at all, but he knew what he said. He didnât want any interferences nor accidents happening in the lab and that was the only thing he cared about at the moment.Â
Your foot moves to step back, but your eyes are glued to Albedo. You can only see his back. His hair tied up neatly, the shoulders that you loved to wrap your arms around and his hands that were always gentle. You took a good look, drinking the whole scene in like you hadnât had a drop of water in days.Â
This was the last time you would lay eyes on him and it broke you into so many pieces. You turned away without another word, Sucrose staring at the door, before she decided that she needed to follow you. âI-Iâll be back, Master Albedo,â she rarely ever abandoned an experiment, but she knew that you needed a friend right now.Â
Ironic, because it should have been Albedo running after you, but instead the green-haired girl caught up to you just as you reached the fountain in the middle of Mondstadt. âY/N!â she jogs, and stops when you do as you hear your name.
Tears prickled your cheeks, but they were more of frustration than sadness. You stand there for a moment, drying your tears and turning around towards Sucrose, gaze on the pavement. âY/N...â Sucrose approaches carefully, hand resting on your shoulder.
â...I donât know anything other than Albedo, Sucrose,â you start, a curtain of memories flashing through your mind. â...Without him, there isnât much reason for me to stay in Mondstadt,â Sucrose shakes her head rather hastily. âH-Heâs just... a little occupied right now, Y/N, Iâm sure he doesnât mean what he said,â You close your eyes, the scene repeating in your head.
âAnything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I donât bother you or your research so much?â
âYes, Y/N, that would be excellent, donât get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,â
A hard lump forms on your throat at how hard you try not to sob. How hard you try to keep yourself together and Sucrose sees it from the way your lips tremble. âSucrose, please watch over him,â and that is also the last that Sucrose sees of you.Â
That night, Albedo arrives home exhausted, just as he always does. But now that he was home, he could at least expect a warm meal and a warm hug. A soft smile tugs on his lips at the thought.
When he turned the lights on, he was met with a strange stillness instead. His hand stays on the switch as his eyes scan the living room. It was...quiet. There were no plates on the table, and there were no sounds from the kitchen.
Deep in the pits of his stomach thereâs an anxiety that starts bubbling up. He brushes it off, opting instead to check the kitchen. âY/N?â
Empty.Â
His footsteps hasten as he opens the bedroom door, expecting you to be curled up there, asleep.Â
Empty.
Albedo takes in a shaky breath. You were probably just out in town, doing some late night shopping. Yeah, thatâs it, perhaps you just didnât have enough ingredients for dinner today and--his eyes land on the bedside table.
The photo frame is gone. The photo of the two of you standing side by side together with comfortable smiles on your faces, his hand on your waist, and the house on the background.Â
He throws open the closet doors. Your clothes are gone. Your shoes are gone. Even your scent seemed to have disappeared. The anxiety that was once a small bubble in his stomach had started to claw itâs way out, wrenching his heart in places that he didnât know could hurt. The tears pooling in his eyes were so foreign that he didnât even know what was happening until he hears himself gasp back a sob.
Youâre gone.Â
Suddenly it was so hard to breathe, but he pulls himself up and out the door. Thereâs no way. Where would you go? Perhaps you were just around Mondstadt, trying to get a breath of fresh air to calm your nerves. He searches everywhere. The church, the tavern, the Good Hunter and even atop the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters. There was a decent view of the city there, and his eyes roam the streets, just to get a glimpse of you.
â...Please...â Thereâs another lump in his throat, his eyes dart around looking for any small sign of you.Â
âAlbedo? Tired?â you ask as he returns home one day. He merely lets out a small âMm,â and pulls a chair out from the dining table to sit on. You walk into the kitchen to fetch him a cup of tea, and he snatches your hand to press a soft kiss on the back of it. âThank you, love,âÂ
â...Please!â his grip on the stone walls of the rooftop tighten. His vision blurs.
âAl! Donât do that!â you try to swat his hand away from the pot, a short laugh coming off of your lips at how mischievous he could be sometimes, trying to dip his finger into the sauce. He has a grin on his face as he successfully tastes the sauce off his finger, making a sound of approval as he draws you in for a light kiss on your forehead, âItâs good, as always,âÂ
His legs buckle, and he finds himself on his knees, hands fisted upon the cold stone wall. âAt least tell me where you've gone! I canât--â he doesnât know when the last time he cried was, but whenever it was, he doesnât remember it to be this bad. The pain was unlike any injury he had, it grasped so tightly at his heart.
âAnything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I donât bother you or your research so much?â
âYes, Y/N, that would be excellent, donât get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,â
He furiously shakes his head because he knows that it was his fault. âI didnât mean it, please give them back,â as if there was someone else who took you away. As if there was a God listening to him right now.Â
He realizes that the worst of it was not that you had left, but that you had left no traces of you behind. No photo. Not a piece of clothing. Not a trace of your existence.
Nothing for him to hold on to.
That night, he dragged himself back home. Face flushed and hot from the tears he had shed and the ones he was attempting to hold back.
That night, he painfully got into bed.
Alone.
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Hello, I am the đť anon if you still remember me! I rushed in after seeing your post about adding an extra slot for the event, please ignore this if it's full already!!
I'd like to request an unsent letter from Cronus about a love confession, and if you don't mind, I think it'd be cute if it included some personal ramblings like something that belonged in a journal (hence why it was unsent, he didn't think it was fitting). The relationship between Cronus and the reader are childhood friends who have a long history together. (Though they had a big fallout around the time he started losing faith in magic, and it wasn't too long ago did they start to mend their friendship. They're just glad to have each other back in their lives.) To put it simply, reader is a sunny and overly talkative person who's caring towards others. They get along through their shared interest of music and through her dragging him along to do outdoor activities with her. She loves teasing Cronus and the fact that she knew him from way back then doesn't help, since she knows about all those embarrassing childhood stories and quirks that he had. (Just one extra info: Reader is a sylph of life)
Of course I remember you! :D how could I forget?
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You were always special to him and it's not like you weren't aware of it. As things between you started to change though, doubt had made it's place in your heart. He wasn't the same Cronus, but it was only natural for changes to happen. You just never thought they'd be so drastic.
You quickly started to miss him after you drifted aparat, with his hatred for loneliness he felt the same yet speaking to you about it became a foreign concept. Being away from you also had caused him to realize his feelings for you so he thought that he should write to you instead.
After getting it done he stared at his work with that he realized that there was no point in actually giving it to you. You haven't talked in a while and for him to throw such a bomb out of nowhere just wasn't what your relationship needed.
What you needed was to start being close again. So before he can even consider his confession, you have to be friends again.
Oh how much he missed hanging out with you, when you dragged him out somewhere for the first time in a while he felt like everything was the same again. Although he had changed plenty, you haven't really lost your spark over the time.
Even if not everything was the same you still were happy just with how the things are. Sometimes you'd tease him about how he used to act whenever he tries to play it cool with you, but while he acts upset both of you know he likes to get a little nostalgic with you.
However, there was still a problem with that letter existing. He never threw it out- he just didn't feel the need to. Actually he forgot about it by now. It was just a moment of time before you were to find it.
Spending time at his hive you listened together to his music. He was pretty nervous about your opinion but he was also excited to share. He was a little occupied as he tried to find that one track so you looked around a little and noticed something on the table, you thought it might be lyrics for one of his song. So you asked "Mind if I read this?" and as he was too focused on finding the song he wanted to play just said "Yeah" not thinking much of what you could find.
Dear Y/N
I havwe no idea vwhen you'll get to read this. Or ewven if I'll ewven send this to you to begin wvith. Whatewver wvill it be I just vwant to tell you that ewven though wve'wve just been through a major fall out, so maybe me saying this is vwery much out of place, it doesn't change that I'wve only novw realized that I like you- in a red wvay. Evwery day I only think about hovw much I miss you and that's pretty pathetic so I just vwant to get it off my chest. At this point I wvill be lying if I said I didn't care about you feeling or not feeling the same, but I just vwant to be vwith me again. I'm coming off as really desperate but that's just vwhat I am right novw. So, can vwe go back to hovw things vwere? Or maybe you'd be interested in changing things up a little? Just knovw that I'll be fine vwith wvhatevwer as long as I get to see you again.
That's all,
Cronus
When he finished looking for the song he faced you now that he noticed how quiet you got "I know my stuff can be kinda makin you speachless babe but now it's time to really make you experience something!" he winked at you but your expression was surprised rather than impressed. He was confused and after a moment he recognized what you just picked up.
After the realization hit him your teasing mode was on "Aww Cronus if only you showed me this sooner!"
"huh? What do you mean?"
"I like you too, I didn't know you were just as hurt when we lost contact. But I suppose that if it helped you realize how you feel it was sort of worth it?"
"You're not joking?"
"Why would I? I don't recall making such jokes to you... But you on the other hand-"
"Okay I get it, no need to remind me" he stopped you before you can remind him being oh so not smooth and trying to cover it up by saying that he was only practicing- it was pretty recent too... "But- I suppose now you're my babe for real?" he smirked. Quick recovery- but while you like to see him happy, every once in a while you'll remind him that to you the idea of him being dorky and cool can coexist.
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haikyuu boys in your typical romance clicheÂ
warnings: mention of alcohol and language
note: female reader insert
oikawa tooru â as the typical popular frat boy that you happen to stumble into because you were so damn wasted of alcohol or vodka. you happen to be invited in the biggest frat party ever and you didnât know whether you should be thankful or ashamed that you gained freedom and liveliness for a short period of time or squashing your face on the chest of the gorgeous oikawa tooru? perhaps the latter. oikawa know you because you were one of those university girl that never gave a damn about him and in instant he grew fond and interested with you. he actually finds it cute to see you all puffy and red because of alcohol but other than that he isnât gonna let you go this time, never, especially in this state of yours. heâs that typical cliche where heâll pull your hair up while you throw out in the bathroom while caressing your back gently and wiping off your temples with his handkerchief.Â
akaashi keiji â is the classmate that is really intimidating yet hot at the same time? you think you were quite lucky that you were assigned to seat beside him but the moment you gathered your things to move beside him, you can almost feel the weight of the piercing gaze of your classmates. anyways, you got assigned in a school project with him and he offers you his place since the school is bound to close at six and your place is not that appealing much either. so you both walked to his house and you can see the little things he does for you like pressing his body closer to your side when a creepy guy walks across or the ghost of his touch from your back when you both crossed the pedestrian or the way his hands slightly raises your bag cause he knows itâs heavy judging by your slouching. and when the young night passes away, he starts talking about his life and you too, until one moment he confesses that he really admires you, so much.
yamaguchi tadashi â you know yamaguchi and youâre good friends with him since you both live in the quiet neighborhood of sendai. you really love his freckles and usually compare them to constellations that makes him go flustered with his flyaway hair sticking up. he likes you but heâs just so meek and decides to never voice out his feelings. so yamaguchi is part of the photography club and is assigned to take a picture of a subject that is dear to them. and when he walked in the corridors all he could think off was just you. and so he did. you asked him while laughing, as to why he keeps on taking your pictures when youâre not a celebrity yourself, jokingly. but his answer left you off guard especially when he said, âmy adviser told me to capture something so beautiful and i think itâs you.â
kageyama tobio  â heâs that boy that no matter how much he wanted to go home and rest, heâll always wait for you patiently at your lockers despite you asking him to head first because you still have committee work after school. then one moment after the adviser has finished the meeting, youâre shocked to see him leaning against your locker while drinking in from his milk. the moonlight is already shining through the window panels; making his skin glimmer marvelously. youâll just stare at him dubiously; not knowing what to say. and you feel yourself falling down crazily for him; heartâs erratic. because he waited for two hours at the lockers just to walk you home, even though you told him not to. and you know heâs impatient as fuck but there he is, waiting and snatching you bag away from you. heâll give you a stare and flickers your forehead while saying, âidiot, you think Iâll let you walk home, alone?â and youâll just pull his blazer down to capture his lips and heâll blush so hard lmaoo
kuroo tetsurou â that transferee student everyone is talking about. with his dark hair, tall frame, and noted musclesâ every girl is crazy about him. he is assigned to seat behind you; at the back by the window. and everything just spiralled down to complete euphoria, even you didnât see it coming. he doesnât talk much to your classmates. often dismissing a budding interaction from some girls. and it took you by surprise when he asked you for a pen because he left his pencil case in his friend (you heard him tell you his friendâs name, kenma it is?) and it just happen so quickly. everyday heâll leave you sticky notes in your table with his messy handwriting saying how beautiful you are than the sun, or go out with me? with a little smile on the side. sometimes, you can feel him playing with your hair or reaching out to hold your hand underneath the table while the teacher is writing on the blackboard.Â
hinata shoyo  â hinata will be that cliche where he will buy a cupcake because he could remember that it is one of your favorites. often running to your place because he missed the bus and will arrive at your place; his hair all messy and fluffy, panting, with his skin slightly flushed and glimmering with perspiration. or will let you cry on his shirt and wonât mind you soiling it despite the shirt being all new and crispy. he couldnât bring himself to care to be honest, because his only concern is to make you feel better despite having his shirt all wrinkled and damp from your tears.Â
bokuto kotaru  â is that typical boyfriend that would literally walk you down to your room despite his room being two buildings away from yours. heâs that dedicated. that every vacant period, heâll fetch you off and lead you down to his departmentâs botanical garden. or will eat lunch with you in your room. or spending together in the library. heâs as fresh as lilies. young as the night. no matter how hard you cajole that you can walk yourself and he shouldnât bother, he wouldnât allow you. and will always carry your bag for you even though you can manage to carry it for yourself. he is also that kind of cliche where heâll ask his professor is he needs something from your building and volunteers to get it for them just to visit you in you room. excusing you from your class and wonât say anything but just steal a peck from you a make a dash towards the faculty room with a proud smirk painting his face cause he rendered you speechless and flustered, again.
tsukishima kei  â is that typical cold guy in campus that everyone is lowkey scared of. you were asked by your biology teacher to borrow the books for the classâs current lesson from the library on the spot you took a beeline for the shelves as fast as you could. but for fuckâs sake all the books were placed at the topmost part of the science shelves. you stood there for a good minute while glaring at the books overhead. you know you were damned for good since there are no chairs nearby that are available and the librarian is nowhere to be seen. you stomped you feet in annoyance until you felt a looming presence behind you. a tall one. and the person smells of fresh vanillas as well. when you turned around, you saw tsukishima grabbing the books at ease and handing it to you and stalked away. you thanked him quietly but it was enough for kei to hear and he wasnât wrong when he thinks you weâre cute while struggling to get those books on top of you.Â
iwaizumi hajime  â that boy you hated to the core. you didnât know why but he just goes right after your nerve. pressing of your buttons. iwaizumi is the bugbear of your life. yet for him, youâre the fucking cutest person he ever met in his life. and he doesnât know why youâre so annoyed with his whole existence. but one time, he decided to play it off and decided to push your buttons more. thereâs a debate in your class and he stood up to contradict your claims. and basically everyone could feel the sexual tension arising in the air, yet they didnât utter a word. iwaizumi thinks youâre so hot when your mad and whenever you put an emphasis to him name. or the cliche where he yanked your arm when youâre about to leave the room just to playfully lean in your face, while whispering, âyouâre so difficult, yet youâre making me want you moreâ e2l, pls.
kozume kenma  â kenma is that typical boy that doesnât allow people to play his console or his psp because it is something dear and precious to him. not even kuroo. no matter how his teammates beg to ask him for just one game, heâll never allow except for you ;) to the point you donât have to ask him, sometimes heâll be the one to offer and let you play the recent game he just purchased lol
â part two will be posted soon! hope you guys like this,, i just started this yesterday with my love, @fratboyjae while we were casually throwing out cute blurbs to each other LOL HAHA. requests are currently open, send them in! love lots!
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if fans wanted to include peach in stuff they write, would that be okay? and how would they write peach's personality? aside from "FIGHT ME" anyway, i think that much is a given lol. i only really write the anime characters 'cause that's what i know, but it sounds like it'd be kinda fun to try making a version of ash that fits into this blog's universe! nerf'd Obviously, but i think she'd probably appreciate how hands-on he gets when training his pokemon!
Ok, I get a lot of these messages, and I often hear folks wanting to throw peach into their stories and comics and writings, and I will always simply ask that if itâs published online publicly, to be linked to it so I can snoop and enjoy the content too. If someone asks about her in your work, let them know about the blog I guess? But literally I love that people take this stuff, these characters and stories, and make new stuff with it. No ones making money off my work here? So whereâs the issue? Go for it buddy, knock yourself out, Iâm all for it.
For you, and all the others out there who want to add peach, and other characters to your world building, I will give you a detailed rundown of the main lot, and how they behave, what they do, how they function. You can use that, use bits, or use none of it, I do not mind at all. If youâre creating something, youâre in control, not me.
So, peach doesnât actually fight people as much as youâd think. Sheâs very aware most cannot and do not want to do that, and so she likes to keep to herself with regards to that aspect of her life, she doesnât ask to spar with people, or even bring it up at all, but people ask her all the time, even if they clearly would lose or become hurt should she miscalculate during the fight. She looks at people like they usually create problems, and often has a somewhat reserved nature to other humans. You have to work quite hard to get anything more than formalities out of her. She will dead-pan handle people with blunt and very to-the-point statements, aid whenever possible, but very quickly get back to handling the Pokemon she so carefully tends. Her focus is clear, sheâs all about hard work, her very small select family, and the Pokemon.
Her brutal, loud and brash personality only comes out with friends, family, difficult humans, OR any Pokemon. She will joke and laugh and play with Pokemon, but clam up around humans, maintaining tight body language and generally will be a little cold by regular standards. She does however have some weaknesses in this emotionless shield she puts up. When peach was young she was always angry, which swung so fast to sadness, back and forth. Her teenage years it just got worse and worse, it was crippling at points. She is to this day, full of fire and rage, even sadness, but now she has learnt to control it, to use it. When she sees that in others, itâs familiar, and she is pushed to drop the front, and be very real with the person. Underdogs I suppose, people who get bad reps, but deserve the same as everyone else. She canât ignore it.
Once you start to pry open her personality, youâll find sheâs a lot more laid back and fun than originally appeared, you just have to work hard to find that side of her. She will meme reference, canât dance to save her life, loves her coffee, and can be caught in quiet contemplation while gardening. This hobby is her calmest, and often is why she can stay so level headed when her quiet rage boils up again. Without time outside she will become grouchy, a little snippy, and lethargic. Will not go in the ocean for any reason other than life or death, is fine with ponds and rivers, or water at wading height. Likes the rain.
With regards to her training others, they usually have to tolerate her somewhat strict nature. She is a little....unforgiving, holds a grudge if you make a lot of mistakes, and has no tolerance for ignorance in the age of information that we all live in. In previous posts Iâve mentioned sheâs only recently selected two students, after many years of testing kids who want to learn from her. Hundred tried out, only two have ever been approved. How she teaches is very fast paced, be prepared to get some scrapes and bruises, she will test your physical and emotional tolerances with intense tasks, carefully watching students like a hawk. Bad posture in your stance? Sheâll be the first to tell you to sort it out. Not hearing your Pokemon partner? Right, now you spend the day without using words trying to communicate, letâs see how you like not being listened to.
This is a woman who has spent her life saying very little, and watching everything, she watches Pokemon and can see an issue from a mile off, and in battles, her observations are why she can react fast, and chose effective strategy to avoid damage and achieve results. Donât let her body fool you, her strongest asset is analysing, watching, planning. Those skills have over the years transferred to people too. As a student, mistakes donât go unnoticed with this professor.
Her methods are harsh but fair, and should you prove yourself, she will protect you with her life.
Because of her disinterest in kids and lots of noise, she does pass the training of students on to the other staff members whenever possible. Grey takes on the lions share of battle lessons, he is far calmer, more open and friendly, with patience for people, and an empathy that peach sometimes struggles to have. When you go through a lot of harsh training, and difficult events, itâs hard to change how you feel or think, with peach, well, sheâs been through it. Most do not come out the other end in one piece, but she did, and it made her strong. You may think I mean strong like buff and big, and yeah sure she is, but I mean it mentally more than anything. Peach will not quit. She has learnt to destroy the boundaries that stop people getting hurt, gone is the fear that freezes you in your tracks, that feeling that youâll pass out if you go one more step. Sheâs learnt to ignore it.
This means sheâs a little forgetful at how it is to be normal, to be vulnerable and soft and squishy like students so usually are.
She has her issues, but for the most part, visitors get a laugh, a smile, a calm assertive confidence, and facts. She will indulge those who have genuine interest, or show a connection with nature, an understanding of the balance that needs to be struck for everyone to live well together.
Despite her many flaws, sheâs fiercely protective, and will go above and beyond to defend the island, itâs staff, the Pokemon and the visitors. Injustice is her biggest gripe, along with littering, and she doesnât stand by quietly if something happens that seems unfair.
You will not see her without Valka, her vulpix, close by. That Pokemon doesnât like to be touched by strangers, at all, and will run the second someone comes at her with that intent. Peach will scold you for pushing yourself onto her, should you persistently try to get close to pet Val. They are in sync, if peach is sad, Val is sad, if Val is stressed, peach is stressed, and so on. They are inherently connected, itâs just been that long, the psychic bridge between them has been built, and reinforced over the years.
The only other Pokemon who follows her so endlessly is Booker, a teddiursa whoâs pretty rough looking. He quietly trots behind, grouchy and stoic, they fight closely together a lot. He lost his mom a long time ago to poachers, and peach took him in, and changed her whole life for him. Not many people know, but Booker was the reason she left the rangers, changed career, and got so strong. Will tolerate people petting him but isnât keen at all, grumbles a lot and tries to move away.
You may also need to know about the others, for the sake of writing, she here a few more bits that may be important to you, or others wanting to do this.
Grey is very tall, very burly, composed, tells bad dad jokes, is a bit of a goof if allowed to be. If he sees a pun, heâll say it. Canât help himself. Very nice guy to work with, good at keeping people calm and grounded. Pokemon are drawn to him like a moth to a flame, he gives off warm energy, and has inhuman amounts of patience. If you wrong his family however, he will snap back.
He grew up in the city, loves to swim and hike and cycle, can snowboard, is really sporty. A total brain box with held items, and boosting stats. He will explore many paths, to make sure visitors and students get the information they need, in a way that can be remembered and retained for later. Is a huge guy, but will get on the floor to play with a tiny Pokemon. Treats big âmeanerâ looking species like babies, very good with all pokemon.
His free time is spent either tinkering, swimming, or trimming his bonsai trees. This guy stares at screens a lot, so appreciates time away from them. Peach built him his own little greenhouse for his trees and tools, which he keeps clean and loves dearly.
His methods as a teacher are built around fun and games, he makes hard work easier to do by distracting trainers from the difficult bits, and focusing in on something more interesting or compelling.
His most commonly seen Pokemon would be a houndoom, Saxon, old battle veteran, retired now to herding and being a good boy. Very gentle, loves a pet.
Pari, now a fully fledged nurse, often oversees the labs front desk and pokecentre features, such as healing pokemon, and informing trainers who come to visit. Her skills with eggs and hatchlings is high, sheâs great with younger Pokemon, and hands out good advice to trainers a lot. Sheâs not a fighter, never was, but can find any file, any study, any book, and any refrence you may need. A true bookworm, loves her romance novels, chat shows and upbeat celebrity gossip mags. Will cry at a lot of stuff, be it sad or happy.
Sheâs got a seriously upbeat personality, but if caught off guard or shocked, she gets a little flustered. Too much chaos will overwhelm her, but usually sheâs on top of things. The years spent on the island have made her better at maintaining composure in emergencies. With lots of siblings, sheâs very competent with others, and has a good ability to disarm cagey people with her jolly nature. Because of this, she can sometimes gain information from trainers that some of the more harsh professors may not have access to. Charming is a word for it.
Her partners are an eevee, and a happiny. They are quite sweet and well adjusted, the eevee gets a bit bouncy if you get it too excited.
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You have lots of questions for Harry and he tries his best to answer each of them.
a/n: hiiiii, think itâs been almost a year since I last posted my writing and Iâm finally back! thanks to @oh-honey-stylesâs new fic slam prompts, I was able to curate something I liked enough to share. usually itâd take me lotssss of drafts to be satisfied and happy with something but this one only took 2! I hope you enjoy it and pleaaaaseee be kind âď¸đ¸ Iâd love to hear your thoughts!
warning: this is just pureee filth. not really smut, but filthy regardless.
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Harryâs forest eyes ogle straight at you, lips pressed in a tight line and twitching on one side to form a smirk that he tried his very best not to show.
That was definitely the last thing he expected to come out of your mouth. He thought you just needed help with something minuscule, like putting together new furniture, fixing the wifi, or help pick out an outfit; things youâve urgently called him about before. He never, ever thought youâd call him one day and ask for this, a lesson on blowjobs out of all things.
Luckily, sex has never been a taboo topic between the two of you, considering heâs the first person you yell to when youâre letting out your frustrations about your lack of experiences, or vice versa when he just had an intercourse dilemma that continues to leave an everlasting impact on him. But when youâre asking him about giving good oral pleasure, his brain is suddenly void of any thoughts that should help the situation at hand.
âQuit smirking at me, Iâm serious!â Harry flinches when you throw a pillow at him from across the other side of the sofa, instantly wiping the smirk off of his face and instead letting out a soft chuckle when he successfully catches it. You throw him an intense yet jest glare, âjust. Today at work. I dunno. I just need to know. I want to know.â
âHow dâyou suppose I do that?â he asks cautiously, leaning forward to settle his elbows on his knees and prop his chin up with the palm of his hand, âteach you, I mean.â
Youâre usually never embarrassed around Harry, despite the many weird and unusual conversations youâve both had during sobriety and drunkenness. You donât remember ever feeling even the slightest bit awkward or sheepish when you told him about how IUDs work, or giving him a very vivid description of how exactly you feel during your menstruation cycle. He takes it all in and listens with amusement, sometimes with a bowl of extra-buttered popcorn on his lap.
But right now, in this exact moment, you feel slightly skittish and jittery, as if blowjobs were something youâre just now learning about. He can sense it, especially with the way youâre averting your gaze from his eyes to the silent flatscreen tv nailed on your wall â thanks to him. Youâre also doing that thing he constantly scolds you for whenever youâre anxious and nervous, chewing ferociously on your bottom lip and squeezing your fingers into a fist to the point your nails will sink on your palm and pop your veins.
âStop that, youâll bleed,â he cuts the silence off, âand answer my question.â
You unclench your fist and turn towards him again, barely making eye contact and instead looking at the lovely framed painting hung on the wall behind him, âmaybe just describe it?â
âItâs really not that complicated,â was all Harry said. He leans back against your soft couch, taking both of your feet with his hands and settling them on his lap to crack each of your toes. You flinch a little on his first try, turning your focus and watching his fingers work against your skin, âthink of a lollipop. Or popsicles, something of the sorts. You put it in your mouth and just⌠suck. Lick. Move your mouth, without the teeth.â
Suck. Lick. Move your mouth; the words that tumbles out of his lips causes you to flush, your whole body heating up and turning beet red, the color dancing across your nose and emphasizing your imperfections flawlessly.
What Harry said was pretty accurate. Itâs not as detailed as you want but you donât really know how to ask for that without feeling mortified and even more flustered. He said it exactly how it is; you just put your mouth around it, suction your cheeks, use your tongue and bob your head. But you feel like there was something missing, as if there should be more to that. Well, because there is. You want to know more.
His fingers have started to dance their way to your calf, squeezing the deep tissues there in a tender and leisure massage to try and get rid of your tensed muscles. Youâre wincing in between syllables when you finally speak after a couple of seconds, âquestion. It might be weird. Just⌠just tell me if you donât wanna answer.â
His eyes lock with yours when he hums for you to continue, a strand of curl falling over his forehead and tickling his brow while his bottom lip gets caught in between his teeth in concentration. He presses his warm hands on your leg forcefully and harder and it helps calm your nerves and neurons, your habit of overthinking in situations like this disappearing little by little the more he moves. The lack of poise you had minutes ago is lessening and your question is on the tip of your tongue, ready to burst at the seams and be voiced aloud.
With your face turning a lot redder and goosebumps developing on your skin from head to toe out of the blue, you ask with your voice a little lower than it was a while ago, âwill you tell me what you like? When.. you know.â
Harryâs movements quickly halt. Another unexpected turn. Another question he never, ever thought would come out of your mouth to ask him.
He lets go of his lip and keeps his mouth agape, irises instantaneously dilating and darkening under your lemon-yellow light and turning them into an even darker shade, like a week old leaf. His brain performs a short circuit for a few moments that passes by in silence before he finally swallows and says, âyou want to know what I like when Iâm getting head?â
âYeah,â you shrug, feeling even more ridiculous the more you look into his eyes and open your mouth, âI mean, you have the most experience out of the two of us. Thatâs why I asked in the first place, but I feel â I feel like your first answer doesnât really â itâs just not satisfying me. There has to be more to it than just.. sucking, I dunno.â
Sure, you talk to one another about sex casually; what one undergos and encounters and what the other simply has no preconceived notions of. Harry would tell his stories in the least disgusting way possible, knowing youâll groan out loud and tease him about it if he gives away any sort of detail, but there was almost always zero utterance on your end. No lingering and continuous curiosity. You asking about what he likes when heâs getting head is very much unforeseen and maybe even a bit⌠amiss, especially for you.
However, he can detect a genuine inquisitiveness in your expression. Youâre probably one of the hardest people to read on the surface, but he senses that there was more to that interest than just simply wanting to know. At least, heâs hoping there is.
You cross your arms over your chest, feeling a bit weird now the more he gawks at you and doesnât make a single move to respond. You open your mouth to backtrack when his hesitancy becomes clear, but before you can even take your question back, heâs already mouthing a three-syllable word out loud, âmouth-fucking.â
A low gasp leaves your mouth and the sound doesnât miss Harryâs eardrums. He should want to take it back, shove the words back in his throat and never say it again despite not being able to. Still and all, he realizes that he likes what you asked and the fact he gave you an answer, a brief one but an honest and precise answer nonetheless. The way your skin warms against the palm of his hands makes him start to sweat, your bare face becoming even more flushed if possible. You donât really know what kind of answer your mind presumed, but it obviously wasnât that.
Youâre aware of Harryâs self-confidence and boldness when it comes to sex. He has lots of it and it doesnât come as a surprise. So when he opens his mouth again to explain exactly what he meant, you were able to hold your second gasp back and instead listen in. You can just imagine how filthy he is in bed, considering the description he gives you seems to be even more graphic and explicit, âlike normal sex, but Iâm doing it to their mouth. I like the sound, the sloppiness of it all, it fuels me. I like being in control, I guess, and no one wants a dry blowjob. I like it really wet.â
You startle both yourself and him when you utter, âwhat else?â
Harry clears his throat and looks away from your eyes, not because of discomfort because there was absolutely none, but for the reason that the more he stares the more he pictures you inside his head doing exactly what he was evoking. He blinks a couple of times in an attempt to get rid of the colorful conception, yet it just becomes even more lucid and clear-cut. He tries to distract himself by continuing to answer your questions. It definitely doesnât help. It just drags the mental image on.
âI like it when they let me come down their throat, then swallow it. Or when â when the aftermath of pure bliss just overtakes my entire body. Like, they just pull away for a second then suck me right back in,â the skin on your legs feel sticky under his hold. You swallow at his dazed appearance and tiny smirk, as if heâs picturing it all in his head. And he is, âyeah. I like that a lot.â
Somehow itâs gotten a lot warmer inside the tiny space of your living room, every corner closing in on the two of you in your peripheral vision and you canât exactly make out the tingling sensation on the tip of your fingers and in between your thighs. Well, you do. You know youâre undoubtedly turned on but acting clueless and ignoring it would be the best way to handle it.
You ask him one more question, the last one youâll emit for the rest of the evening, âand how was it for them?â
Harry turns his head, connecting his darkened eyes with yours. Thereâs an indecipherable message written all over his handsome face. His voice is heavy, raspier and deeper with his accent when he answers for the last time, a specific implication behind his tone, âone of these days, youâll see.â
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ASKING THEM OUT AT SCHOOL X STRAY KIDS (3RACHA) ft Y\N
ASKING THEM OUT AT SCHOOL X STRAY KIDS (3RACHA) ft Y\N
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3Racha Imagine Ft Y\N
What it would be like confessing to Chan, Changbin or Han at school.
Genre: Fluff
Characters: Chan, Changbin & Han & Y\N
Warnings: N\A
Serise: Completed
CHAN:
He would be low key shook at the idea of someone confessing to him suddenly because he would feel the need to take the time to properly hear them out. But on a real note, Chan would deny every idea of someone falling for him because he thought there was always someone better than him for you.
During lunch youâd work up every courage you had left in your body and go to his table. He spent most of his lunches catching up with his other two friends and working on âthe bandâ aka his side hustle. But today he was in the cafĂŠ after such a long time and this was your opportunity. You walk to him slowly trying not to make a scene but that was too late. Han would nudge him in the ribs and he would stop eating immediately. âOh, hyung look...â
âC-chan?â Youâd softly ask gaining his attention right away. His eyes wouldnât make eye contact for too long as he felt nervous talking to you. You had a feeling that he was either going to tell you off or friend zone you. âY-Yes, Y\N?â Politely putting down his cutlery to focus on you.
âI like you.â You blurted out on the verge of tears. You didnât know if you should stay standing but things took a turn. He suddenly got up and grabbed his phone as he walked over to your side. Ears redden and lips smacked together, he took a hold of your hand. Pulling you towards him as you two suddenly rushed out into the hallways.
HAN:
Han was super shy but extroverted at the same time but you knew it was hard to talk to him since he kind of went all quiet when the two of you often work together. This time the two of you were assigned a partner and you took this opportunity to confess your feelings for him by writing it down on a note.
Sometimes your hands coincidentally touch each others whenever you tried to carry out the experiment. âOh. I didnât mean to do that. I just wanted to help you.â Youâd put a little, feeling all flustered from him. But being the gentlemen that Han was, he would put his hand in his lap and softly rub them together. He would often think about wanting to hold your soft hands in his one day. You would call his name over and over and he would go, âs-sorry y\nâŚI was thinking about something. I promise to pay attention.â He smiles widely revealing his gummy teeth.
You would wait for the moment when he would go to the bathroom and take out the note and quickly place it into his notebook. Making sure that he didnât see you take it out. He would pick it up and not hesitate for a moment because he recognizes your writing and it made his heart flutter a little. Reading your note to him made him realize that you both mutual feelings for each other and hope to call you his more than classmate one day. He would quickly scribble something on a random piece of paper, asking you on a date to share ice cream with each other.
CHANGBIN:
He was always around so many people during school hours as he was the star athlete of your school. And honestly it made you shy when standing near him with all those people around. It almost made you feel like youâd be judge if you even said hello to him. So, imagine how hard it was going to confess your feelings. But never the less you had come to the conclusion that you needed to confess your feelings to Changbin before someone else steals him.
You had decorated the back of the class with balloons, decorations and sign in hope to confess to him as soon as you had the opportunity. However, changbin knew from months ago that something was up with you. You would secretly throw erasers at changbinâs head when he would accidentally fall asleep from staying up to late to practice for the match the next day. Or steal his homework when he was on lunch to make sure that he had all the notes he needed. And if he was missing any, you would leave sticky notes to help him later on.
âHurry y\n! Changbin is just around the corner!!�� Your friends would warn you as they had staked out the hallways for anyone else around. You grabbed your confession card in your hands and waited patiently until you heard him unlock the door and walk him. His eyes widen at your explosion of feelings all over the classroom. ây\n..whatâs the meaning of all of this?â He would grin trying to hold back his overwhelming feelings but failed. His smile so wide and hands rubbing the back of his neck. âSeo ChangbinâŚI Like you!â You would scream and feel the words rung out your ears. There would be no response right away but smell the familiar scent of Changbin in your nostrils. When you open your eyes, he would be standing in front of you, arms reaching to wrap around your body. He would embrace you in his big arms as you were swallowed in his hug. You could hear your friends and other people squeal in surprise of the sudden events. ây\n I think its not fair that you confessed when Iâm the one should be. Iâm so lucky to have someone care about me even when Iâm not awakeâ He softly giggled in your ears.
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⸠summary: jeonghan asks you to translate some of his fansâ comments, but you hadnât expected them to be so... dirty. ⸠genre: pwp ⸠pairing: idol!jeonghan x english-speaking friend!reader ⸠warning: dirty talk, oral sex (m. and fem. receiving), face fucking, deep throating, cum swallowing <333, **the italicized comments are in english** ⸠w.c: 2.6k
⸠authorâs note: hi iâm alive!! iâm so sorry to have kept you all waiting for so long, but i kinda just lost my mojo for a little bit đ but worry not- i have experienced a reawakening and i am now more of a whore than ever so hopefully i can get back to posting more. i have a lot i have planned out, but i wanted to get a quick fic out to yâall as a BIG THANK YOU bc i reached so many milestones while i was gone 𼺠đĽ°Â đ i love you guys and iâm really glad ppl are reading my fics haha
this fic is based on the infamous jeonghan gym video, yâall know the one (thank you to @haechanblrâ for reminding me of it and helping me with this fic i love u so much!!). i was actually in the middle of writing this when hoshi decided to post his own gym video and PHEW. JEEZ. IâM STILL RECOVERING. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this one bc i really enjoyed writing it đ đÂ
[ foreversvt ] commented: I AM ON MY KNEESÂ [ yoon1004 ] commented: is it jeonghanâs birthday or is it mine [ happy bday angel! ] commented: YOON JEONGHAN ???? [ twinkluvr69 ] commented: grrr wanna slurp those noodle arms like spaghettiÂ
You continue scrolling through the comments left underneath the video, trying to keep your face composed as you come across more and more explicit reactions from fans all over the world. Seokmin had uploaded the video to Weverse as an innocent birthday prank for Jeonghan, but he probably had not anticipated just how horny their fans could get over a seemingly harmless video of Jeonghan doing some leg presses. To be fair to the fans though, you yourself had watched the clip several times and you would be lying if you didnât say you were⌠affected.Â
âWell? What are they saying?â Jeonghan leans over to watch you scroll, and you are acutely aware of the warmth of his arm pressing against yours. The two of you are sitting on the floor of your living room with your backs resting against your couch, hanging out after a small birthday dinner with some of his other friends. As one of Jeonghanâs english-speaking friends, he had asked you to help him translate some of his birthday wishes before his day ended, though youâre not sure how to tell him that his fans are not exactly sending in wholesome professions of love.Â
Instead, you decide to try giving him some tamer versions in the hopes of satisfying him before you get to anything too blunt. âThis user says you have noodle arms, but I think they like it so itâs okay.âÂ
âHey! Iâve been trying my best to get thicker, but not all of us can be born beefed up like Seungcheol.âÂ
âYou asked me what they said!â you laugh. âMost of these are just birthday messages anyway-- Iâm sure you donât need me to translate âHappy birthday, I love you!â a thousand times.âÂ
âYeah, obviously I understand the more common phrases, but thereâs so many that I donât understand today for some reason!â Jeonghan huffs, then points to a comment that you had purposefully hid under your thumb. âLike okay, whatâs that one say?âÂ
[ seungcheolswife ] commented: wow the way this video made my pussy clench,,,,Â
âUh,â you start, already feeling your ears go warm. Should you just lie? Itâs not like he would be able to tell, right? You and Jeonghan are close, but not so close that you can just say these things to him. Especially when this comment may be hitting a little too close to home for you. Even now, you remember the bolt of arousal that shot to your pussy the moment you heard Jeonghanâs first grunt of effort. You bite your lip. No, Jeonghan really didnât need to know about that. âI-it says something like âyou made their heart flutterâ.â
âWait.â Jeonghan takes a moment to scan your face before his eyes narrow at you suspiciously. You give him your best innocent smile, but you already know heâs caught you. You had always been a shitty liar. âWhat does it really say? Is it bad?â
You sigh. Of course he hadnât bought it. âNo, itâs not bad. I just donât know if you want to hear stuff like thisâŚâÂ
âWell now I have to know. Tell me exactly what it says.âÂ
âE-exactly?â You meet Jeonghanâs stern gaze and you know that thereâs no convincing him otherwise. What Jeonghan wants, Jeonghan gets. âI-it says that the video made their p-pussy clench.â
After several beats of silence, you look over to Jeonghan to see he is completely unaffected by the comment. Or maybe he is. His eyes glint mischievously in the light when he responds. âI said exactly, baby. Try again.âÂ
Your whole body feels hot under his smug, expectant gaze; you should be surprised by the sudden pet name, but it only makes your mind fuzzy with the beginnings of arousal. You swallow thickly, unable to disobey him. âT-this video made m-my pussy clench.âÂ
âSo naughty⌠Just this short clip has your cute little pussy all needy,â Jeonghan clicks his tongue, but a knowing grin spreads on his lips. His words have you shifting in your seat in an attempt to relieve the dull ache setting in between your legs, though you donât dare let it on. Itâs clear Jeonghan is playing a game with you, and although you know youâre going to lose, youâll be damned if you let him win so easily. âLetâs read some more, hm? Translate this one for me.â
[ daddy_hannie ] commented: omg i bet jeonghan makes the hottest sounds when heâs fuckingÂ
The comment he scrolls to nearly makes you whimper. Itâs embarrassing how clearly you can recall the sound of each of his low groans coming through the screen, how sexy he sounded. Images of Jeonghan on top of you, his eyebrows furrowed as he grits out desperate groans of pleasure, leave you in a daze while your panties quickly dampen with your arousal.Â
âGo on.â Jeonghanâs firm tone only makes you squirm more, and this time he takes note of the way your breathing has gone shallow and how your eyes are already hazy.Â
âI bet Jeonghan makes the hottest sounds when heâs fucking,â you say softly.Â
Jeonghan chuckles, his breath tickling against your neck. âNow youâre just making me blush, sweetheart. I bet youâd make some pretty noises when Iâm fucking into you too,â he muses casually. You finally let out a soft whine, tired of holding your breath as he moves to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.Â
âJ-jeonghanâŚâÂ
âHm, I think we should read a couple more,â the boy says, ignoring you and scrolling through more of the comments. You pout - your wetness has already soaked through your panties, your cunt just aching for his attention, but of course Jeonghan isnât done teasing you.Â
Youâre wondering how long it will take for him to finally push your back to the floor and fuck you senseless when you spot a comment that might help you get you what you want quicker. âI want to read this one,â you tell him, already rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.Â
[ ~hanniehae!~ ] commented: god i KNOW your dick is big like PLEASE I WANNA SUCK UR DICK SO BAD
He raises an amused eyebrow at you, and you wait for him to stop you, biting back a smile when he doesnât. You make sure to look him in the eyes when you say it, his own dark eyes telling you that heâs impatient for you too, and you nearly let it out in a whine from how much you mean it. âPlease Jeonghan⌠I want to suck your dick so bad.âÂ
For a sliver of a moment, Jeonghan goes rigid. Then, his smug smile returns as he brings up a thumb to tug on your bottom lip. âMmm, such a pretty mouth saying such filthy words,â he sighs, shaking his head. âIf you wanted to put it to good use, all you had to do was ask, baby.âÂ
Jeonghan chuckles at how eagerly you follow him as he moves to sit on the couch behind you, keeping his hold on your chin so that you keep your eyes on his. He has you kneel between his legs and you donât waste any time in reaching for the button and zipper on his jeans.Â
The man helps you tug his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock springing back against his stomach. Of course itâs pretty just like the rest of him. âYouâve been teasing me all this time, but youâre already this hard?â you whisper tauntingly as you lean forward to ghost your lips over the base of his shaft.Â
Jeonghanâs shaky exhale does not go unnoticed by you, but his response comes out smooth as ever. âCould you blame me? You just looked so cute getting all worked up from saying all those dirty things about me. I bet your little panties are soaked through by now-- guh!â He lets out a surprised groan when you suddenly flatten your tongue against him, letting it drag slowly up to his tip.Â
âYou talk too much.â You look up at him with a smile before you wrap your lips around his leaking tip, savoring the taste of him on your tongue. Teasingly, you swirl your tongue against his slit until you feel his hand thread through your hair, as though heâs begging you for more. You decide to be nice, lowering your mouth further down his cock, letting him feel the slide of your wet tongue on his sensitive skin.Â
A soft sigh leaves his lips at the sensation, pleasantly carding his fingers through your hair as you take as much of him as you can. âThatâs it. Good girl.â
His praise has you clenching around nothing, and you whine as you steadily begin to bob your head along his hard cock, reveling in how he would let out small whimpers whenever you would lightly suckle on it.Â
Just as he gets used to the feeling of your mouth on him, you suddenly take him as deep as you can into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks tightly around his cock. âOh, f-fuck!â Jeonghan lets out a strangled moan, his hips lifting from the couch to fuck further into your mouth.Â
You feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, but it only spurs you on even more as you swallow around him, causing him to throw his head back in ecstasy. At this point, a dull ache starts setting in your jaw and drool begins to messily slip from the corners of your mouth as you return to sucking him at a more steady pace, and you feel your pussy throb from how dirty it all felt. Though you and Jeonghan did flirt occasionally, he had always felt off-limits to you-- heâs an idol and youâre just one of his normal-person friends. But here you are with his cock in your mouth, all thanks to the horny thoughts of his fans no less.Â
To their credit, they were right. Jeonghan does make the hottest sounds while fucking. He lets out another throaty groan from above you and, unexpectedly, he pulls you off his cock. His pupils are blown wide with desire, his chest heaving slightly as he looks at the state youâre in with your swollen lips and the drool on your chin. âCan I fuck your mouth?â he asks breathlessly.Â
âYes please,â you reply, voice already a little hoarse from your efforts. You shift back on your knees to make room for Jeonghan when he stands, opening your mouth obediently when he moves to slide his cock back onto your tongue. Jeonghan tightens his grip on your hair, keeping you still as he starts to fuck into your mouth with quick, shallow thrusts. âMmh!â
âFuck, your mouth feels so fucking good, baby,â Jeonghan sighs appreciatively. You bring your hands up to grip at the backs of his thighs to keep yourself steady when his thrusts become a little more erratic, causing you to gag around him as his cock continues to hit the back of your throat. Still, all your focus remains on hearing more of Jeonghanâs pleasured groans, on seeing his face scrunch up in absolute bliss, so you keep your mouth open wide despite the tears that prick at your eyes. When Jeonghan looks down at you taking his cock, eyes glazed over and fucked out, he curses loudly. âShit-- can I come in your mouth?âÂ
Unable to speak with your mouth stuffed full, you cutely give him a thumbs up. Jeonghan would have laughed if he wasnât so close to cumming. With several more thrusts, he cries out a strained warning before his hot release fills your mouth. He rides out his orgasm, twitching in your hold as his pleasure bleeds into oversensitivity. Once heâs pulled out, you make sure to stick your tongue out so he can see how his cum coats your tongue right before you swallow it all down; all he can do is smile thinking about how he really should have fucked you sooner.Â
âSo good for me,â Jeonghan says to you softly, helping you up to your feet so that he can pull you into a heated kiss full of tongue and whimpers. You desperately grip onto Jeoghanâs shirt, pressing your body against him in search for some sort of relief for the arousal that is pumping through you and straight to your neglected pussy. He canât help but smile against your lips. âDonât worry, baby, Iâll take care of you now.âÂ
You let him lead you to sit on the couch-- this time you are the one sitting on the edge of the cushions with Jeonghanâs head between your legs. He slides a hand over your clothed core, humming when he finds that you really have soaked straight through your panties. Just as you begin to squirm underneath his teasing fingers, he strips you of both your leggings and underwear in one swift movement, leaving you bare before him.Â
The sight of him pushing your legs apart is enough to leave you in a daze. Your breath catches when you feel cool air brushing against your inner thighs, slick with your wetness, then it all comes out in a whine when you feel Jeonghanâs velvet tongue swipes at the spot for a taste. âO-oh!â a cry slips from your lips once his tongue finally slides through your folds. âMmh!âÂ
âDoes it feel good?â Jeonghan whispers, not bothering to wait for a proper answer because your broken moans tell him to keep going. He spreads your lips open with his fingers, eating you out slowly and deliberately as though he is savoring his favorite meal.
The room is filled with your soft whimpers and the lewd sounds of Jeonghanâs mouth working against your pussy and it only tightens the pressure in your stomach, causing your toes to curl. âP-please-- please let me cum,â you rasp out, and your eyes roll to the back, your hand clutching tightly at the back of Jeonghanâs head, at the feeling of his tongue flattening against your clit. âNgh! Y-yes!âÂ
He skillfully flicks his tongue on your bud, shaking his head back and forth until his chin is absolutely covered in your juices. When your hips begin to move of their own accord, he lets you ride his face as you please, his cock twitching at how desperate you are for him. âS-so good,â you sob, only able to mutter unintelligible nonsense in your delirium. Then, he wraps his mouth around your clit, and youâre left squealing as your legs begin to shake from how obscenely good it feels. âShit, I-- Iâm--!âÂ
You come undone with a loud cry of Jeonghanâs name, your body going rigid from how hard your orgasm hits you. Jeonghan takes it all, his eyes closed as he works you through your release, only letting up when you slump away from him.
The both of you finally look at each other properly in the aftermath, chests heaving and hair wild. Suddenly youâre both erupting in giggles at the realization of what you two had just done. âWhat are you looking at?â Jeonghan asks, eyes bright as he smiles handsomely up at you.Â
You reach down to swipe your thumb against his chin, which is still shining with your cum, barely able to contain your giggles. âWhoâs got the dirty mouth now?â
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how the evans would act when they have a crush on u ^^
How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too
Award for the longest title goes tooooo... me!
JAMES SUCKS BUT I MAKE UP FOR IT BY DOING BOTH KYLEâS AND A DETAILED KIT
Two other requests-
Could I please request how the Evans would react to their best friend (reader) admitting they're in love with them?Â
Heyo! Iâm not sure how this would go but how would the Evanâs react to a nervous/insecure reader confessing to them?
-I hope this is satisfactory, even though I donât think itâs what you two wanted<3
Enjoy! :)
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Tate
-Would always just be interested in you
-Wanting to help you, watch you, talk to you, just constantly be around you
-But heâd also be insecure whether he was annoying you, so occasionally he would make himself invisible and just watch you
-Whatever hobbies you had, heâd love to watch you do them, paint, draw, write, play games
-If you played any instrument he would love to lay on your bed and listen to you, no matter how good or bad you were
-He would leave little sweet messages on the chalkboard and leave little post-it notes for you to find
-They would have fun little facts about birds or other trivial stuff but you would find them cute
-The occasional fact about something romantic, like âEvery time you kiss somebody, your heart beat increases by 10-15 beats per minuteâ
-He might go a little far and leave a message like âYour dress looked prettyâ, which you would find creepy since you didnât know Tate was a ghost
Kit
-He thought of ways to tell you how he felt but because it seemed like your family was gonna live in the murder house for a while, cause you were all settling in well, he didnât want to risk losing his friendship with you, since you were the only ghost with whom he really got along
-You walked down to the basement and said his name in a sing song voice, âTateeeeeâ, âCome out come out wherever you are!â
-He showed up and you asked him if he wanted to go out on a real date
-He was obviously nervous, because you didnât know yet that he was a ghost, but when he hesitated and you looked upset, he said yes right away
-You ran up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush and laugh, and whilst you were at school, he got some things ready and got candles and a table cover so make your kitchen look like a restaurant
-He ordered McDonalds delivery and got your chicken nuggets under a serving platter for effect
- âWe are dining on, nuggets of the chickenâ
-Although you were a little disappointed and wanted to go out on a real date with him, you found his effort cute
-He definitely played footsie with you under the table the whole date
-Definitely walked you to your room
- âWell⌠this is meâŚâ
- âJust wanted to make sure you got home safeâ
-Kissed you
oh my god I got so carried away
-You would first meet Kit when you first come and move to Massachusetts
-One day you want to venture out and get an taxi to go to town, only a few minutes later to realise you donât have your wallet
-You awkwardly tell the driver that if takes you back home quickly, you can get money and you will pay him right away
-But since Boston men arenât usually so sweet, he just kicks you out, leaving you to wander the motorway alone late at night, far away from your home and hoping to quickly find somewhere to go
-Eventually you stumble upon a gas station, and as you walk up, a hand appearing on your shoulder makes you automatically turn around and push whoever touched you to the ground
-The man in blue uniform gets up slowly with his hands up defensively, âHey hey, didnât mean to startle ya, missâ
-You apologise, feeling stupid for this kind of encounter, but he doesnât seem to mind as much as youâd think
- âItâs always nice to see a woman able to protect herselfâ, he smiles
-He offers to drive you home, and you thank him dearly, explaining to him that you donât have a car yet, having only just moved here
-He offers to take you to buy one, knowing an awful lot about cars, and to convince you further, tells you that any man working in a car salon will try to sell a single lady a piece of junk for a high price
-You agree, thinking that the offer is sweet, and he takes you to buy yourself a car, to make the date even more fun, Kit tells you to pretend youâre an old married couple
- âMiss Walka over here needs a car, good Sirâ
-At some point while looking at cars, Kit holds your hand and you donât even notice
-He negotiates a good deal with the salesman, and you get a car together
- âYour husband just got you an awfully good deal, Madam, heâs a man who deserves a good meal and a cold beer if Iâve ever seen oneâ, the salesman laughs, signing the last of the papers before handing Kit the keys to your car. âOh, heâll get more than thatâ, you say to tease Kit, before smiling at him sweetly. Kit blinks at you, before turning back to the salesman and shaking his hand. As the two of you walk away, Kit looks at you in disbelief, the thought of your dirty words clearly plastered in his mind. âDid ya mean what you said back there?â. He says, as he opens the car door for you. âWhatever do you mean?â, you act stupid. âI was just pretending to be your wife, Mr Walkaâ
-When he has a crush on you, he gives you sooo many compliments
-Little dirty innuendos
-Would definitely call you and talk to you late night on the phone until one of you fell asleep (house phone if they had them)
-Heâs the kind of person to tell you that he got a visit from a cute dog earlier at the gas station and it made him think of you
 Kyle
-Every time you go to get gas from Kit, he gives you only a little amount, so you have a reason to keep coming back
-One time when you go get gas from him, you forget your wallet again, and he teases you about it
-He lets you off and pays for your gas
- âI owe you, Mr Walkaâ
- âHow about a date?â
-You smile at how confident he is, and nod excitedly, having been waiting for him to ask you for a while now
-Kit winks at you and waves as you drive off, completely melted inside about finally getting his girl
-Even though heâs always confident, heâs still a little shy and awkward around you when he sees you in class
-If all of his friends are in a class messing around, throwing stuff, being loud, and you walk it, he tells everybody to shut up because thereâs a lady present
- âHey careful, make sure you donât throw it at herâ
-Itâs not until he sees you at a huge party, that heâs confident enough to go up to you
-Even though heâs more than happy to flirt, heâs just not confident enough to do that last step and ask you out somewhere
-Heâll bring you a drink and  talk and flirt with you, and youâll definitely get the hint
-He slowly lifts his arm up and stretches it over you, trying to do the classic yawn move, hoping you wonât notice or mind. You look over at him and narrow your eyes in fake suspicion.
- âDidnât you come here with a movie star? Surely you get handsome men bringing you drinks all the time?â, he says, motioning to the drink in your hand.
âYou calling yourself handsome?â, you tease him. Kyle laughs a breathy awkward laugh and nods. âWell yeahâ
-When you do ask him for a date, he insists that he take the initiative to plan what you two do
-Clearly wanting to make a good first impression, heâd take you somewhere interesting
-Aquarium, in which heâll make up clearly fake facts about the fish just to make you laugh
-Bowling, just so he can tease you about how much you suck
-Mini golf, so, even though you know how to play, he can wrap his arms around you and help you put
-And if he does take you to the movies, you arenât spending a dime
-Heâll also wrap his arm around you not-so subtly
Franken Kyle
âWhatcha doin there, hm?â. Kyle leans into your ear and whispers.
âJust in case you get scared, you can cuddle up to meâ
âKyle weâre watching the Lego movieâ
Jimmy
-Youâre a witch at the academy, and with Kyleâs very slow progress to getting better, both Zoe and Madison are getting slightly tired of having to constantly take care of him
-But you donât mind, finding his Frankenstein state cute
-Whenever he stumbles into the kitchen by himself you always help him make food
-If heâs ever struggling with anything, he usually comes to you, knowing youâre the most patient out of them all
-Then, one night, all the teens in the academy go to a party, while you lay in bed
-But when the rain starts to get really heavy and the first thunder growls, Kyle rushes into your room, before slowly knowing and peaking his head out, clearly scared
-You let him come and lay with you, rubbing his back to calm him down
-Although no real words are spoken, itâs from that moment that you decide to take on all responsibilities relating to Kyle, the good and the bad
-Heâs admired you from afar for a very long time, ever since the first time you joined the circus
-You were incredibly flexible, and always showing off to everyone and practicing on stage
-He would always come and watch you practice, cheering you on more than anybody else
-You called Jimmy âmy cheerleaderâ
-It made him blush every time
-Amazon Eve always told him to just ask you for dinner, but the only thing that stopped him was the thought that you wouldnât want to go out and be seen with a freak like him, especially since your body looked so normal that you didnât have to hide anything
-Eve and Paul reminded Jimmy that itâs him whoâs always the most confident in going out into the real world, and he mustnât be scared
-When they all plan to go to a diner together, as a protest to being shunned from society, you find his leadership charming and happily go with them
-Even though you all get kicked out, you calm Jimmy down and take care of him when his dad beats him up
James
-You wipe the scars on his face and tell him how brave you think he is
- Trying to gain confidence, you take a deep breath before making the move. âMaybe the two of us should go to that dinerâ. Jimmy looks up at you, as if he expects you to keep talking. When the nerves hit you all at once, you begin rambling. âYou know cause if the two of us go and theyâre okay with that then maybe we can start going with the others one by one, and then you know weâll ease our way back into society and stuffâ. You laugh a breathy laugh, but Jimmy says nothing. With every silent second passing, your heart begins to break. But luckily for you, Jimmy speaks up. âWait, are you asking me out? Like⌠on a date? To the diner?â. âWhat if I were?â, you quietly reply. He smiles wide and pulls you closer to him, âIâd love thatâ.
-James is definitely the least subtle
-Constantly giving you compliments, kisses and gifts
-Opening every door for you and listening very carefully to everything you say
-He doesnât want you to even think about another man, so he overwhelms you with every way he can show you he likes you
-I can imagine him organising a big ball or event at the hotel just so the two of you can dress up and go together
-He is also the most confident out of them all, although he is a softie around you, he has no trouble asking you anything he wants to you
-Heâll kiss your hand a lot and youâll eventually get the hint
Kai
- âI would be most delighted if we were to make our relationship more official, and vow fully loyalty to one anotherâ
-You agree and he is over the moon
-Once the two of you are in a relationship, the compliments, kisses and gifts donât stop
-He will give you your space without him, but when the two of you are in the same room together, he treats your precious time together as if itâs sacred
-He will approximately 43 seconds into your relationship begin planning how heâs gonna kill you
-You can tell Kai likes you when heâs harsher on you than he is on other members of the cult
-Heâll be pissed at you for being a distraction for him
-Heâll definitely tell you when heâs impressed with you, when you murdered somebody or helped him plan something
-Even though he definitely would not want it
-If you proved to be smarter than him in any aspect, heâd be furious
-Youâd be sat on his sofa while heâs talking to you about having to kill Sally because sheâs getting in the way of him winning city council
- âSamuels looked at where she lives, and it has no back doors, no nothing, itâll be impossible to get in her house without smashing windows and causing attentionâ
âWhy donât you get Ally to go to her first? If Meadow convinces her to go to Sally to talk about the cult, then the front door will be openâ. Kai looks at you with angry eyebrows. âWeâll sit in the car and wait for a few seconds, sheâll let Ally in, wonât lock the door straight after her, and then let them talk for a minute before we just walk right inâ
-His ego wonât let him take suggestions from somebody below him, so even though he wants to be proud of you for being smart, heâs mad
-Heâll sit for hooours trying to think of any other solution he physically can think of, to not go with what you suggested
-Around the cult, heâd treat you like everybody else though
- âY/Nâs idea was brilliant, Ally just walked in and they walked straight to sit down, she didnât lock the doorâ
-Heâd praise you to encourage you to think of ideas, which he would later be mad that you have
âââââââĄâ¤âĄââââââ
-Youâd find out how he felt about you during pinky power
-After being suspicious that he may have feelings for you for a while, you realised this is the only way to truly find out how he feels without him trying to manipulate you
-Heâd ask you about something deep, and youâd latch on after he finishes a sentence to ask him your question
- âI have a question for youâ
âGo aheadâ
âHow do you feel about me?â
Kai stays silent and continues to look you in the eye, taken aback by the question but not wanting to show it.
âWhen youâre with me, how do you feel?â
âI think you have real potential, youâre strong-â
âIâm not asking the Divine Ruler, Iâm asking Kai, Kai Andersonâ
He takes a deep breath before unintentionally breaking eye contact for a few seconds to think. You wait anxiously for the answer, and with every second passing you know what it will be.
âYouâre specialâ, he starts, looking you in the eye again. âYouâre valuable to the group, and to me. And I think youâd be a great⌠motherâ. The last catches you off guard, not expecting Kai to be a family man or to think about this with you.
âYou⌠you want me to⌠have your children?â
âI think our children would be indestructible, strong, powerful, decisive. They would be the seed of the better futureâ. Although it was a little forward for somebody youâve never even kissed, you were beyond flattered, knowing how specific Kai is with traits in people.
âLetâs make a babyâ, Kai says.
âWhoa whoaâ, you laugh and unlink your pinky with his. âWeâre not even dating, Kaiâ
âWhy date if children is the ultimate purpose?â
âThen donât look at is as dating⌠look at it⌠as getting to know the mother of your future childrenâ
-Kai would love this and youâd soon end up dating
-And have like 6 kids
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As usual, if you wanted to be added or taken away, dm me or comment!! I wonât mind! <3
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Childe: First Kiss HCs
I tend to make things gender neutral by not putting in pronouns and just using âyouâ but you can definitely read this as female^^ But I completely agree, I love this boy so much. Heâs my favourite character to play (im so sorry razor) until Xiao comes out. I literally have a genshin team named âwaiting for xiaoâ and itâs just Childe and Zhongli haha.Â
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Todayâs appreciation post goes to childes-starconch. Fitting that this is a Childe fic but ty for your support^^ I always notice you pop up as soon as I post a fic and I really enjoy seeing you. Hopefully you read this since tumblr wonât let me tag people, for whatever reason I donât know anymore, but just saying hey, I see you đđ
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Iâm just gonna piggy back off my last Childe fic. Iâm sorry.Â
Semi Part 1: Fiance HCs [honestly, one of my favourites haha]Â
Xiao Ver: Â First Kiss HCs
Venti & Kaeya: Mistletoe HCs
Venti, Xingqiu, and Razor: Kissing HCs
[Masterlist]
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[taglist] Â <- if you want to be added, please read this first.
@hanniejjiâ Â @mikeysbikeâ @unionwitchâ @musekalaâ @twistedsunnshiiiâ @stanzasticâ @akaaseaâ @xoneaboveallxâ @adoring-ghostâ @asheseilerâ @childeloverâ@youaskedfurretâ @snowy224Â
@youaskedfurretâ @diaxfelizâ @wintergreen-aixâ @dandelilyâ @thegayrubberduckyâ @lovelykittycatmeowâ @yuunoagivesmelifeâ  @dokidokisama @simpygrimoire @minakohasmanyhusbandosâ @strwbrry-lia   @tigerpriestessÂ
For some reason I canât @ certain people. Iâm talking to tumblr about it.Â
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Childe: First Kiss HCs
Childe was never one to shy away from affection, be it holding your hand in his or wrapping an arm around you, he was always happy to be close to you. He was always a bit territorial which lead to some embarrassing situations for you but it was from a good place in his heart. But when it came to public kisses, he preferred to keep it between you two. It felt too private of a moment that he didnât want to broadcast to the rest of the Fatui, especially to the other Harbingers. That is to say, if he actually kissed you in the first place. For all the two braincells Childe had, one was fighting and the other was protecting his loved ones, just imagining kissing you was too much for him and he needed to go find some poor recruit and beat his inner problems out. The Fatui recruitment process would always dwindled down during his inner turmoil sessions that Scaramouche himself, had to throw his goddamn hat at Tartaglia, and yell at him to hurry up and fix his problem. It was clogging up the air.Â
When he tried to think about it, it shouldnât be this hard to simply lean in for a kiss. But it was his first and while Childe might run into whatever danger or prospect of a fight without a second thought, he didnât want to ruin it. What if he accidently bonked his forehead with yours? He should remove his mask then right? Just in case? Heâs only given forehead and cheek kisses to his younger siblings so it should be the same right? Yeah he could do this, this was just another battle for Tartaglia to conquer!Â
But whenever he would see you or you would both sit and bask in each otherâs presences. He couldnât bring himself to initiate something or heck, even looking at your face made him a bit hot under the collar in sub-zero temperatures. He can almost hear Scaramouche and Signora laughing maniacally at him behind their hands. Heâs the youngest of the Harbingers, he should get a âget out of jail for freeâ card that all youngest children have whenever they get into trouble. But in this case itâs murder. He quickly slaps his cheeks to get his mind off fighting for one second which startles you beside him.Â
The first time youâve seen Childe shy was when he first confessed to you, stuttering that he liked you and just really badly wanted to hold your hand without using the frost of Sneznaya as an excuse. You flushed pink but nodded that you returned his feeling and slipped your hand in his. Whatever shyness Childe had was quickly wiped off his face and he cheered and brought you in for an eskimo kiss. Rubbing your nose with his as he laughed in joy, the tips of his ears and cheeks still coloured pink. You always hold that memory dear to your heart because not only was it the start of your relationship, it was the first time you felt you were staring at Ajax. Not Childe. Not Tartaglia. Just Ajax.Â
But now, youâre not to sure what to call this. Lately he seemed to be out of it, always staring off into space or frowning at some poor poor snowmen that did not deserve that much pressure. Was being a harbinger starting to take itâs toll on him? Did something terrible happen to his family or was the Tsaritsa being too hard on him? You were beginning to get concerned because youâve never seen this much mental turmoil in him. This never really happened before and he usually bounced back pretty fast. Would it be better if you left him be and he sorted it out himself? Would it be better if you asked?Â
Childe is startled out of his thoughts of possible committed murder because heâs too scared to ask his own partner if kissing was something they could do, when he felt your hand slowly nudge his. No matter how many times he holds your hand, youâre always warm. It could be snow storming outside and the only heater he would need would be you. He offers a small but warm smile as he laces his fingers with yours. He remembers when you first started going out he was so scared about boundaries and what was okay. Brushing your fingers together and overall, not doing a good job at saying he wanted to hold hands that even he cringes slightly at his younger self - even though it wasnât that long ago and heâs doing it again just with kisses - but now he borderline clings to you like some overgrown animal. Scaramoucheâs words, not his.Â
Itâs still evening in Snezhnaya and the Tsaritsa herself seems to be taking a vacation because thereâs only a light snow falling down between the two of you. Youâre both sitting outside his house while his family is inside, warm and having fun playing games. He breathes in, closes his eyes, and letâs the world fade away just a second. He slowly brings his other hand to cup your cheek, his hands are always numb and the tiny pin pricks are dancing on his fingers again before they fade away too, and guides you towards him so he can place a small kiss on your fore head. Then tilts your face to the side so he can kiss your cheek. Brings his nose near yours to nuzzle against. Then hesitates when his lips hover above yours.Â
âAjax is there something bothering you?â you ask softly, youâre so close to each other that all you can see is him. The small puffs of breathe you both take bounce off each otherâs face before evaporating into the air. You never really took the time to appreciate Ajaxâs bright blue eyes. His pupil from this distance seems to be slitted too.Â
âHm? Ah no, of course not. Where did you get that idea?â he tries to laugh it off and tries to move back before you quickly bring your hand to the back of his head and nudge him forward so he stays in place. It wasnât like him to run away from something, it was really starting to bother you what could get Ajax of all people to retreat from something.Â
âYou know if thereâs anything thatâs bothering you, you can talk to me right?â you asked as you brought both your hands to cup his face as you softly rubbed circles just under his ear. He closed his eyes and hmmed happily at your actions and nuzzled further into your hand before turning his head inward to kiss your palm. Before relaxing and parting his eyelids half way as he seemed to be back in concentration mode. Before awkwardly saying what was troubling him these past few days.Â
âSo wait, you mean to tell me that this entire time I was worried about you. How out of it you were and how many fights youâve been getting into. Was because you wanted a kiss?â you asked dumfounded as he pouted but nodded. You sighed but bonked your foreheads together softly, âYouâre such an idiot....Câmere.âÂ
âWha-âÂ
You grab the scarf on his harbinger uniform and tug him forward as your lips slot over his. You kiss him hard and for a few seconds as Ajax just stares at you as his brain tries to catch up, before his eyes seem to dilate and he kisses you back just as hard. All his past worries are quickly thrown out the window as slowly pushes you on your back, cushioned by the soft snow, as he basks in the feeling. Itâs a bit sloppy given this is both your first kisses but thatâs what adds to the charm. You both have to separate at some point for oxygen but Childe looks like heâs ready to dive in again.Â
âOne more,â he pants as he goes in for another but you quickly place your hand in the way so he ends up kissing your palm. He whines but you chuckle at him, place a small kiss on the back of your palm of where his lips would be, and push him off you. Youâre both still outside his families home and you arenât in the mood to be caught in this kind of position. Especially not in front of his younger siblings. He rests his cheek on your shoulder and looks at you, trying to make his eyes bigger and look like a kicked puppy. You sigh as you give a small pet on his head, running your fingers through your hair. What a troublesome partner youâve gotten.Â
âAlright, one more.âÂ
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My entire taglist was just made for the âEnemiesâ to âLoversâ post and I still havenât started hehe. Trust me, itâs coming. Iâve got requests for it and weâre slowly getting there. The entire time Iâm writing this Iâm just thinking âhoney..no, thatâs not how this works.â God youâre so dumb. I hate you. Youâre my favourite character. Pour one out for Xiao, I was going to make this a crack fic too but ended up making it somewhat serious.Â
So yeah, xiao is a cat and childe is a fox. In other news, water is wet. But I did actually google fox behaviors just for this shitpost. ALRIGHT TIME TO SPIN THE WHEEL OF âWILL TUMBLR BE NICE TO ME?â OR DO I NEED TO DOUBLE REPOST AGAIN.Â
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peculiar taste| (m)
Words: 2.8kÂ
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, pwp
Summary: Unknowingly, you find out that your feet pics are roaming around twitter just to find out that your room mate runs the page.Â
Warnings: FOOT STUFF, foot job ( idk if thats a thing), foot fetish
a/n:Â Thereâs a lot of foot stuff so if that makes you uncomfortable then donât read it. Btw if thereâs other weird kinks/fetishes that you think a member would like just comment or message me.Â
Twitter is a scary place, you never had it until your friend from work told you to download it because thereâs funny memes. So when you downloaded it you were not surprised that there were weird foot pictures. See you were not one to shame someone who has weird fetishes but this was different. Oddly enough the picture had the same pedicure as you and the same tattoo on your ankle. Deciding to go on the page you notice there were pictures of your feet, the black heels you owned were there too.Â
Is someone spying on you? There is a sudden noise from the kitchen and you jolt in fear, holding the phone close to you as you walk towards the noise. The fear disappears when you see your roommate slash friend Taehyung eating pickles from the jar. â Hey, wanna go to the park? We can have a little picnic,â Taehyung munches the last part before putting it back in the fridge. â Whatâs wrong?â He notices your worried face.
Shaking your head, not sure if you should tell him your worries. Taehyung would probably freak out more than you, heâll probably call the FBI to install high tech cameras around the apartment. â Nothing,â you smile. â Iâm down but Iâm making the food. Last time you just packed onions and capri suns,â you move him aside to pull out bread to make sandwiches.Â
He gives you his signature boxy smile, â Sorry you donât have an acquired taste,â he shrugs.Â
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When you guys get back from the park you immediately lay in your bed tired from all the running that Taehyung made you do. It was supposed to be a relaxing picnic, however Taehyung forced you to play tag with the children in the park. When you first met Taehyung you thought he was a quiet and stuck up person because of his emotionless face whenever he was sitting with people. But that all changed when you got to know him better, he was just a funny and weird person but in a good way. Needless to say you donât ever want him to move out because he is just a fun person to have around.
The ping rings loudly on your phone, you get a message from your mom. You quickly text her back and then go on twitter to the foot fetish page to inspect it more. Maybe DM the person to see where they get these pics. Your eyes widen when you see a new picture that was uploaded a few minutes ago, your feet in your sandals that you just bought last week. Along with the picnic blanket that you use when you go to the park with Taehyung.
Jumping out of your bed you run to Taehyungâs room to demand answers from him, but he is currently playing Uno by himself. â Iâm trying to practice so I can win next time we play with Jungkook and Namjoon,â he places the green card down.
â Itâs Uno. The easiest game in the world, it was literally made for children,â you groan in frustration. Taehyung shrugs then goes back to his game and places the reverse card to the pile. â Thatâs why Iâm not here,â you shake your head. â Why are my feet on a fetish page on twitter?â
His sharp eyes widen, you canât tell if itâs due to shock or confusion. The brows are covered from his wavy black hair, lips parted in an âohâ shape. â Okay, donât get mad. I have been posting you foot pics in exchange for money,â he puts his hands up when you throw his pillow at him.Â
â Taehyung! I canât believe you,â you sigh. You became a renowned foot fetish star without any acknowledgment. What if people start to recognize you on the streets? Now you can never wear sandals.
â I shouldâve told you but I knew you were going to be against it,â Taehyung gets, ignoring the Uno cards and going up to you. His large hands come together holding them in front. â If you want to take me to the police I understand. But make sure you feed the racoon thatâs been secretly hiding in the garden shed,â he gives his puppy eyes. You canât ever get mad at Taehyung, no matter what. Itâs like he has this power that doesnât make anyone upset.
Sighing, you gently push his hands down to his sides, â Iâm not turning you in,â you say. His remorse features immediately vanish, now becoming gleeful, as he engulfs you in a bear hug. If heâs getting paid you wonder how much he is making off of your feet. â So how much money have you made so far?â The bed sinks as you sit down on it.
Taehyung's finger scratches his head, trying to remember how much the thirsty people on Twitter paid. â Hmm, like a couple hundred. Iâm saving the money so we can get a new tv.âÂ
The TV you guys had was found by Taehyung who was riding his bike around the neighborhood. An old man was giving it out and Taehyung called you excitedly asking you to bring your car so you can bring it back home. Upon your arrival you see an old blocky Sony tv that doesnât even have an HDMI port. Taehyung convinced you that it was vintage and it would match the interior design of the apartment. â Do people actually like that stuff ?â You ask while looking at your feet. What a weird thing to fetishize you think to yourself.Â
Taehyung's hair floofs as he jumps back on the bed grabbing his phone thatâs beside you. â Yes. A lot of people,â he quickly unlocks his phone. â Look, this man was willing to pay sixty dollars for you to have a foot massage,â you look at the DM. â Thereâs also other requests. Like you wearing heels, stockings, and other weird things,â he shrugs putting his phone away.
People pay money for this, and you guys do need some money. It wouldnât hurt to have a little extra cash for stuff. No one is ever gonna find out that itâs your feet. â Letâs keep doing it,â you look at Taehyung, whose eyes widen at your words.Â
â Really?â Taehyung asked in a serious tone. Wanting to make sure that you actually want to do it not because of his stupid mistake.
â Yeah, it would be nice to have extra cash,â you nod your head.
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â This feels really weird,â you flinch at the stickiness of the honey pouring on your feet. Taehyung makes a hand motion for you to keep pouring it as he films it on his phone. Your face is not in view so no one can see the weird faces you're making as the stickiness goes in between your toes. Just another weird request from a person. This guy is paying sixty dollars for this, so who cares that you are pouring honey on your feet.
Taehyung nods and gives the okay sign, ending the video. â I feel bad that the bees are dying and we are wasting their precious honey on your feet,â he pouts before leaving to retrieve a wet towel. He tosses it to you so you can wipe the honey off before walking on the floor.Â
The wet towel doesnât help much so you decide to wash it. â Yeah, we should visit the bee sanctuary to give our condolences,â you joke as you run to the bathtub to wash your feet with soap.Â
â That would be nice,â Taehyung smiles watching you wash your feet. He hears you laugh, â Oh you were kidding,â he laughs along with you. The phone pings and he grabs it from his back pocket, looking at the DMâs. ***800 dollar request *** Taehyung reads loudly, eyes widening at the words. He reads the request to himself, heart beating fast because this is actually a sexual request. Also because this is the most someone is willing to spend on a video. For the past month it's only been under the hundreds that people spent on your feet.
Your voice startles him, â What are they asking for you?â Turning off the faucet you give your undivided attention to him.Â
Taehyung gulps then scratches the back of his neck, â Uh- he wants you to use your feet to fondle someoneâs dick,â he coughs at the end. Thereâs a silence that washes over you guys. â Yeah, I can just decline-â
â Would I be fondling you?,â you ask. Taehyung tucks his phone back in his pocket then sits next to you.Â
Taehyung puts his hand on your shoulder, his eyes are looking at you seriously. â We don't have to do this.âÂ
 Itâs 800 hundred dollars that you guys would be missing out on.â I want to do it. Our faces wonât be showing, right?â You really donât mind just as long as Taehyung is comfortable doing it with you.
Taehyung exhales, nodding his head, â Yeah no faces.â His heart beats faster as he looks at your feet.
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â Let me wash my feet one more time,â you go get up to use the bathroom one more time. Taehyung tugs you back down the bed.Â
â You already did it twice before you came to my room,â he lets out a chuckle. â Donât be nervous,â he sits on his chair. He grabs your foot gently placing it on his thigh. Large hands rubbing your ankle to calm you down. â Iâll give you a foot massage and weâll go from there,â he says softly. Thereâs a different mood between the two of you. Itâs not like the usual playful mood that you guys have. It's heavier, if that makes sense.
Nodding your head, his big hands rub your feet. Rolling out any tension on the center of your foot, you sigh not used to this kind of attention in that area. His hands are like magic making all the stress on your foot disappear. At one point you close your eyes in relaxation feeling your body get lighter. Immediately your eyes open when you feel lips kissing your ankle, his soft lips leave a few more kisses as your eyes meet his dark eyes. Looking down you see a hard on â Taehyung,â you whisper. He puts your foot back on his thigh, â Should I start recording?,â you ask. Your hands shake, bringing his phone into your hands.Â
Taehyung lets out a quiet hum, indicating for you to do so. You hold the phone tightly, pressing the record button. Last night you did some research looking at feet groping and you feel kind of confident. Hopefully, you donât embarrass yourself or make Taehyung immediately walk out of the room. Your right foot teasingly goes up and down his thigh, looking carefully at Taehyungâs reaction. He lets out a groan when you get close to his bulge but goes to the other thigh doing the same action as before.
â Baby please,â Taehyung's voice is hoarse. The pet name surprises you in a good way but you quickly remind yourself that he is only calling you that so your name wonât be exposed. His hand goes to your leg, running his fingers against your calf. Listening to his request you trail your foot to his bulge, lightly brushing the tip of your toes. He lets out a breathy exhale, looking down at your foot taunting him.Â
You never thought youâd be into this, maybe it is the position. Thereâs some kind of power you hold as you get to dictate whether you should make him feel pleasure by the pressure of your foot. The way Taehyungâs breath quickens when you apply more pressure, his eyes giving you a sultry look. Your foot applies more pressure, toes spreading feeling the outline of his bulge. Doing slow circles, trying to feel more of him. His hand tightens on your leg, â Fuck, right there,â Taehyung closes his eyes for a quick second. The hardness of his cock turns you on, you feel the thickness of it beneath your foot and you know he probably has a big cock.Â
â Does my foot feel good, baby?â You condescendly ask. His eyes look into yours surprise of your tone and question. His jaw clenching, looking hot and bothered, a new look that you want to store in your memory. â Look at you getting turned on just by my foot,â you tsk in disappointment. Applying more pressure you arch your eyebrow still expecting an answer from him.
Taehyung hisses in pleasure, â Yeah, your foot feels good,â he tosses his head when you rub your foot harder up and down his clothed cock. â It feels to fucking good,â he whispers more to himself.
â Take your cock for me baby,â you command him. Taehyung gives you a face of relief immediately taking his cock out of his pants and briefs. And you were right about his cock being thick and big. Now you just want to feel it in your hands and your mouth, actually everywhere. The precum is leaking, begging to be touched. The heel of your foot meets his hard cock, and he flinches but then immediately going back to your touch. â Spit on it,â you look down, indicating Taehyung to spit on his cock.
He groans loud at your assertion, not used to this. Taehyung never sees this side of you, having a higher authority. You're usually compliant and listen to whatever he wants to do. He follows your words, spitting on his cock, as he watches your two feet come together cupping the thickness of his cock. Jerking him up and down.â Shit shit,â he curses at himself for wanting to come right now.
â Itâs not even my pussy and you're already a moaning mess,â you chuckle to yourself. His eyes are downcast to the slow movement of your feet. The small breathy moans are getting louder, and you love the sound of it.Â
If your feet are this good he canât imagine what your pussy would feel like. He wants to desperately ask if he can fuck it later but he puts his thoughts away trying not to moan your name loudly. The movements get faster and he thinks this is the fastest time he has ever come. â Iâm going to come baby. Can I come please?â He looks up at your face, and notices a dark gaze, and he wants to kiss the evil smirk off your face.
You wouldnât be surprised if you creamed your pants right now at the sight of his begging and climaxing. â Mmm, so soon?â You teasingly ask. Taehyung shamelessly nods, his hands clenching at nothing. â Come all over my feet dirty boy,â your eyes watch carefully at his pretty bottom lip getting bitten by his teeth.
Before you know it Taehyung is tossing his head back, â Fuck,â he lets out a loud drawl. His head Adam apple is bobbing and his pretty collar bones are getting more exposed. White spurts all over your feet and you keep fondling him until he holds your ankle in place. He finally looks down at the mess he made, surprised at how much he come.
You stop recording, placing the phone down the bed. Thereâs a towel next to you, you pull your feet towards you wiping the come off your feet. â Can you kiss me?â Your head snaps to Taehyungâs question. His eyes donât have the same lustful gaze but some hint of fondness.Â
Nodding your head, you are about to kiss him until you realize that you ate sushi about an hour ago. Fearing that he probably can taste it from your mouth you pull back shaking your head. â Let me brush my teeth real quick,â you try to walk to the bathroom. Until Taehyung laughs brightly pulling you back and pecking your lips softly.
The kiss makes you swoon and want to kiss him more but he pulls away too soon. â Why did you want to kiss me?â You ask him not wanting to get your hopes high. But your heart is already beating hard because itâs Taehyung who kissed you.
â I like you,â Taehyung shrugs nonchalantly. â Why did you agree to kiss me?â He asks you while holding your hand.
â I like you,â you do the same gesture as him. Taehyung smiles and leans towards your lips and you clothes your eyes expecting a kiss until you feel him push you back. Opening your eyes you see him pull his shirt over his head, and you're surprised to his slightly defined chest and v line.Â
â Even when I annoy you and cause nothing but trouble for you?â Taehyung looks down at you biting his bottom lip, a nervous tick he has.
You smile bringing his large hand down, pecking it lightly, â Thatâs the best part though,â then pulling him down to kiss him.Â
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Unsaid
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Poe/Finn
Summary: They land on a planet that has a field that tickles anyone who comes near, and Poe is having one too many feelings about it.
A/N: My first fic back from hiatus! Honestly Iâm only posting something because I wrote more than half of this while I was gone, but felt inspired to finish it today. I hope you like it, Iâm very proud đĽş
Words: 2k
A breeze of heat ruffled Poeâs hair as he stood at the edge of the Field of Laughter on a planet that had too much of an orange tint for his liking. It reminded him of dry, unforgiving land full of sand and nothing but sand, but mostly it reminded him of the times heâd been stranded, so thirsty he could die, running for his life over the scorching ground. Just last week, that is. It reminded him of being near death, and of watching Finn and Rey getting dragged just out of his reach.
âItâs okay, you know,â Finn told him now, watching Poe as Poe watched the field. âIf you want to try it, I mean.â
Poe chanced a glance at him, wondering what the orange tint made his blush look like. âIâm good.â
âPoe.â Finn had mastered the knowing smile he occasionally shot his way wonderfully. An amusement to it, but also something kind that made Poe all the more embarrassed whenever it was aimed at him. Vulnerability, even during the war, was always something that terrified him, even more than the war.
âReally, Iâm okay,â he said, averting his gaze back toward the dancing blades of yellow grass. Theyâd been told the field was bigger than it seemed, twisting and turning behind the mountains and the trees Poe had been surprised to find here. They all looked dead, but were apparently perfectly fine.
âIf youâre worried someone will see or hear you we could go further.â
âWhy do you think I want to try it?â
âOh, come on now.â Finn bumped their shoulders together. âYou donât have to pretend with me.â
The Field of Laughter was said to be a very ticklish experience; so much so that the natives who lived by it had developed a thicker skin, quite literally so, in order to survive having to cross it. It had saved them valuable time, not having to walk around it, and it only got a couple of giggles out of the younger ones now.
Poe was absolutely certain he would never escape the dancing blades, whose only purpose in life was to tickle whomever walked over and through them. They were kept regularly short, cut with hovering blades and quick hands, as they could probably tickle someone to death if they were able to trap them. A field of torture for most, but something else to Poe.
âI promise to pull you out if it becomes too much,â Finn continued, but Poe could tell he wasnât going to push it more. It was up to Poe to decide whether he was brave enough to be vulnerable in more than one way.
Theyâd landed there by accident. A mission gone wrong, but not so wrong it had really cost them anything. Just time, which they sometimes couldnât afford and other times were swimming in. Theyâd been fortunate, for once, to be rich enough to give it away so easily to a planet that neither attacked them nor wanted to help them. Proud of their history, but wary of their grounds, meaning they told them everything but let them see little. Poe knew of the group that had settled not too far away from their makeshift camp, keeping an eye on them and making sure they didnât stray past the point theyâd been allowed to see. Poe wasnât sure why theyâd been forced to stay by the Field of Laughter of all places, but heâd been thoroughly on edge for the past two days because of it.
âBetter be careful,â Jess had said, pointing to the field. âIf you piss me off I might throw you in.â
Poe hadnât replied, his ears still ringing with the story of the field theyâd just been told. Lab-made. Torture device. Impossible to stop. It had made him want to peel his skin off to hear it.
âPoe.â Finn, his one and only confidant in this, hadnât teased him like Poe had feared, but that knowing look had almost been worse. âCome on, letâs take a walk.â
One thing you should know about Poe Dameron: he had absolutely no idea how to handle any type of feeling that involved vulnerability, which included embarrassment and fear and love and lust. Unfortunately his feelings about tickling had traces of all, to a certain point. It was embarrassing to love something most people hated. It was terrifying to love something to the point of sensuality.
Finn had found out by accident, too. A drunken night, Poe too touch-starved and exhausted and in love with him to keep quiet, and while whatever they were was still unsaid and only shown in quiet fingertips to skin, Finn was all too eager to give him what he wanted after heâd let it slip. Poe refused to talk about it now, all of it unsaid and quiet, all theirs but barely.
Finn hadnât mentioned the field as theyâd started their walk, but Poe couldnât look at him as theyâd walked along the edge of it, maybe too close to it for comfort. One misstep and he could fall in, and then heâd have to face one too many truths at once.
Truth was, he almost wished someone would push him in. Just as an excuse.
âIt almost doesnât look like the blades are dancing,â was the first thing heâd said. âThereâs no rhythm to it.â
âIâm sure theyâre trying their best,â Finn had replied and Poe had laughed, nearly hysterically, as if giddy at the idea of having them dance over his skin.
âHow does it even work?â he said now, two days later, the evening sun still bright and orange, but fading ever so slightly by the minute. âLike, do they go for your feet first or trip you or what?â He was only able to ask because it sounded so stupid to ask it.
âNo idea.â Finn tilted his head at the field. âDoes it work if youâre dressed and wearing shoes?â
âNo idea.â
âMaybe we should ask someone. Iâm sure theyâd be willing to share.â
âWeâd look too invested.â
Finn grabbed his wrist, squeezing once and calming him instantly. âWe donât have to.â
Poe went to bed untickled, tangled up in Finnâs embrace.
*
He only went because heâd dreamt of it and had learned to take dreams seriously years ago. In his dream it had been intoxicating, the sensation unbearable enough to have felt real, and so he went, wondering if he would leave or die there, laughing until it hurt him. That was the most fascinating part. Where did the line go between pleasure and pain when it came to something like this? How much could he take? Were Finnâs occasional prodding hands enough or was he capable of handling more?
In retrospect there was probably a safer way to figure this out, but Poe stopped by the edge of the field, feet bare and pants rolled up to his calves, with a relief he rarely ever felt regarding this. The early morning sun was more of a soft canary yellow than orange, and Poe felt he could breathe more easily.
âHello,â he said, his voice a murmur as he bent to get closer to the grass. âArenât you causing a lot of commotion.â
He didnât feel stupid to speak to it. Somehow he felt it was alive, just communicating differently than him. Heâd walked as far as heâd been able to, but felt as if his laughter would still be heard if it caught him. Many years ago, when heâd had too much pride to admit to vulnerability, heâd been captured by a rope and remained hanging upside down for longer than was comfortable, squirming, struggling, but refusing to scream for help. He knew he wouldnât be able to keep quiet during this.
The blades did nothing to acknowledge his presence and Poe longed for a thick forest - preferably a dark green one - to hide him from view when he reached out a finger to hover above it. An idiot, they would call him if they saw him. An idiot thatâs asking for it.
If only they knew how desperately he was really asking. How loud and persistent and starved his pleas were, in the midst of a war that gave him no privacy to be candid.
âWould you let go of me if I asked nicely?â The blades were just out of reach. He could imagine them suddenly reaching forward and gripping him by the wrist, pulling him in and under for the rest of his giggly eternity.
But of course, they merely kept dancing. He wiggled his index finger over them. âAre you ticklish yourselves?â
The silence around him was deafening. If he fell he would be heard by the whole universe.
If he didnât fall he could pretend he had. Say heâd been sleepwalking, hence his lack of proper footwear, and had ended up in this ticklish awakening.
Finn would know, naturally, but Finn would never tell. Would only try to gently coax the answers out of him and Poe would blush and blush and blush until he would say something stupid that would have Finn either laughing or rolling his eyes. Finn would drop it only momentarily, for it was too big of a thing to do on your own for him to never bring up again.
Poe wasnât surprised when Finn appeared a moment later, his steps quiet but not non-existent. âHi.â
Poe sighed and straightened, turned to glance at him quickly to hide the already spreading flush. âHi.â
âI knew Iâd find you here.â
âDead or alive?â
âHmm, either. Happy it was the latter.â He stopped beside him, letting their shoulders brush as they gazed over the field. âAre you gonna do it?â
âNot sure. Honestly I mightâve stood here for hours if you hadnât arrived.â
âI can hold your hand. Pull you back out.â
Poe looked at him. Finn, with his own worries and dark circles under his eyes from how little he actually slept and his ever present way of reaching out without expecting anything back. If he trusted anyone with this it was him.
âOkay.â
Finn met his gaze. âOkay?â
Poe held out his hand. âOkay.â
Finn took it.
*
In retrospect it was both an overwhelming and underwhelming experience. The idea of it, the actual act of stepping his bare foot onto the field, still made his heart race. But while it did tickle it wasnât the hysteria heâd been imagining. To be fair, he only let it go as far as to his calf before he decided heâd had enough, but for someone as sensitive as him it shouldâve been worse.
It did tickle, though. It tickled a lot.
âI think youâre just too used to the sensation,â Finn told him after theyâd returned to their quarters.
Poe huffed in embarrassment. âNot like that.â
âOh, come on. Iâve pinned you plenty of times.â
âNot like that,â Poe said, quieter.
âThat sounds like a challenge.â
As heâd stepped onto the field, Finnâs hand tight over his, Poe had felt fear and excitement and shame and acceptance, all at once, as the blades started dancing over his skin. When heâd realized, after the blades had started tickling between his toes, that he wasnât able to actually remove his foot from the grass, was when heâd started laughing and couldnât stop.
âIâve never heard you laugh like that, though,â Finn said now. âIâm actually offended. Iâm definitely taking this as a challenge.â
âHow did I laugh?â Poe asked, because yes okay sometimes embarrassment made him stupid.
âDesperately. More high pitched than usual.â Finnâs smirk was intoxicating and fucking terrifying. âWant to try to recreate it?â
âPeople will hear us,â Poe said, already laughing stupidly, nervously, too smitten for his own good.
âI have a perfectly good palm to muffle it.â
And so the rest of Poe got tickled, too.
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Random Relationship Headcanons | Felix Escellun x gn!reader
a/n: Hey ! On todays menu I am serving you modern au relationship headcanons. I know for a fact that I canât write headcanons AT ALL yet here we are, out of spite I will keep trying until I can manage to write good shit. Iâm going through a chaotic time in my life so please be patient with me đ
Iâm currently working on tattoo artist! reader x Felix headcanons and college!enemies to lovers one-shot. Knowing that Felixâs fav trope is enemies to lovers, I will post it hopefully before his new chapter drops. I used most of the hcs that were sent to me but if you couldnât see yours, then it will probably be used on the other works.
No beta we die like men.
warnings: curse words, nsfw under the cut, random sage moments, felix being a âthe neighborhoodâ song basically.
You persuade him to start an Instagram account, and because of his family's popularity, he quickly gains followers. His account is practically empty because he would rather spend his time stalking your account on Instagram. You noticed the emptiness and wanted to take him out and take some photos for his account, which turned out amazingly. He is a little camera shy, so be patient with him.
You like to watch him apply his eyeliner but he finds it so stressing to do under your gaze. Â He used to be able to do it easily, but it has now become one of his most difficult tasks. You wanted to ask for his assistance in applying eyeliner to you in the hopes of making it simpler for him; he agreed but quickly regretted it when he realized how near your faces would be. You with your eyes closed, waiting for him to drag the line as he was only thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss you. ďżźďżźďżźďżźďżźďżźďżźďżź
Felix has a Polaroid of you and stella in his wallet I said what I said.
When it comes to himself, he can be a pessimist, but when it comes to you, he is the most loving and positive boyfriend you could ever ask for. You have a dreamďżźďżźďżź ? He is ready to help you achieve it. Do you want to change in your life ? Go for it, Heâs more excited than you are.
He can be quite insecure at times when it comes to your relationship because he feels like you deserve the worldďżźďżźďżź but the world is too big for his tiny hands. Will his cuddles be enough ? God he hopes so.
He almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time. He's also baffled as to how you might feel the same way about him.
Drunk Felix is really clingyďżźďżź and honest. Whatever he canât say sober drunk felix can and definitely will.
âMay the stars let my death be between your glorious thighs amen-â âFelix-â
Felix is weird but it add to his charm. Itâs not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night and find the pillow besides yours empty. In the dead of night, you will find Felix munching on some weird ass food combinations.
He also has a habit of doing things that are extremely adorable without even noticing it. Like walking around the house in his oversized shirts, his hand clutching at the cuffs whilst the other one sheepishly rubs his eye.
âCan I lay on your lap ? I promise I wonât fall asleep. I just need to rest for a little.â His voice is so soft and hushed. âOf course, come here.â He throws himself onto you as he comes hopping on his tip toes.
He falls asleep on his desk too often, so you have to carry him back to his room, where he snuggles against you while you lead him there. Once he's in his room, he insists that you stay with him, so you wait until he falls asleep as you play with his hair, and he wakes up thinking it was all a dream.
I firmly believe that Felixâs love language is acts of service. Like making you coffee and bringing you random snacks as you work or wrapping you up in fluffy blankets whenever he catches you slacking on the couch.
He's been romanticizing anything and everything since he met you. When he sees beautiful flowers, he wants to bring them to you, but he also believes that their beauty stems from the fact that they are alive, so he argues and stresses a lot when deciding what to do in simple situations like these.
His edginess belongs to his impulsiveness and his style only at any other situation he's a complete softboy.
And I'm certain he knows a variety of card tricks. He enjoys showing off, and he enjoys it even more when you become fascinated and beg him to share the trick.
If you're a morning person, you'll probably spend your mornings alone in solitude, finishing work before the day begins, but if you're a night owl, you and Felix will go out for night walks and Felix would go out for night walks, sharing headphones to play some music, enjoy each others presence and develop a habitďżźďżźďżź of watching the sunrise together.ďżźďżź
Felix makes you playlists at the most random times and with the most random names. Until one day he sent you a playlist at around 4 a.m called âyouâ, filled with his favorite music. He usually sees music as a safe space for himself and now that you are his safe place too itâs only appropriate for him to do so. This only further proves how he spends his time thinking about you.ďżźďżź
I feel like Felix would haveďżź what most would call "attachment issues" but itâs mainly because of his protective tendencies. This is not to say thatďżź heâs this "overly jealous toxic" character; rather, he has never had anyone to truly call his own in his entire life so he would do anything to protect it.
Felix is also big on astrology, so if you want the perfect birth chart, he'll give it to you. Also he owns a lovely deck of tarot cards, and if you ask him for a love reading, he can't manage to keep his words and feelings to himself so he modifies your reading according to him and his desiresďżźďżźďżź. Let the boy abuse his powers for the sake of love.
His style could be described as dark academia, his wardrobe mainly consists of dark colors, lots and lots of blazers and a lot of oversized shirts. He also loves jewelry so he owns a lot of rings and chains. Just so you know, if you're wearing any of his rings, his heart is doing cartwheels.
Is it obvious that he loves it when you place your hand in his and play with his rings with your fingertips.ďżź
Spoil him. Buy him that baby blue hoodie with cat ears.
âAh, you look adorable.â âIsnât it a bit too b-big ?â âYou could say that. Do you mind ?â âNo, I like it that way.â âI would know.â You smirk followed by felixâs gasp. âIf you so desperately wanted a cat boy you know you have me right ?â Nudging your shoulder, Sage leapt into the conversation. âWhat is he talking about ?â Â Felix grumbled, only to notice two fuzzy triangular fabrics on top of his head as he brushed his fingertips over it.
Heâs obsessed with your hands, kissing your knuckles, drawing circles in your palm. At a certain point it became an involuntary gesture he does it quite often without realizingďżźďżźďżź.
Heâs also canonically extremely blushy but he would never admit it. Youâre convinced he uses some sort of make up because it is not possible for the pink dusting his cheeks to look this goodďżźďżź.
He insists that youâre cold even in the warmest weathers because he wants to see you in his coat.ďżźďżź
Sageďżź forces Felix to take his thirst trap Tiktoks.
He really appreciates it when you add to his herbal tea collection without him noticing and he considers it a sign of affection because he takes his tea very seriously.
He loses it when you call him baby he gets flustered and frustrated but itâs all because it rolls off of your tongue so nicely that he canât get enough of it.ďżź
Felix owns a broad collection of scented lip balms some of them are tinted. You didnât hear this from me.
He never once took anything the Sage says seriously until he saw how well you two got alongďżź. He never thought that he would be standing there taking relationship and flirting advice from the frat boy.
Felix is a complete asshole when he wants to. Heâs very verbal about it too. Consistent sarcastic remarks and eye rolls. I mean it runs in his blood, look at Escell.
You love it when he suddenly whips out the confident Felix, itâs not a daily occurrence you know.ďżźďżźďżźďżźďżź
When Felix is concentrated, heâs lost and thereâs almost no way you or anything else can distract him. So itâs time to grab some colorful hair clips and ties to fuck around with his hair.
Felix is not the best at verbally expressing his gratitude towards you. He doesnât know what he would do if you werenât there for him at the lowest points of his life where normally he would close himself and bare the weight of his family problems and personal life issues that he canât seem to get out of. Now he has you, someone whoâs willing to listen to him and offer him a warm embrace when he needs the mostďżźďżźďżźďżź. ďżź
While you to play games together, when he wins he wears that iconic shit eating grin of his with pride looking at you through the corner of his eye. âShit, what do you want me to say to that felix ? Perhaps I should call you master nďżźow that you won âoneâ fucking round.â He is praying that the screen light is covering the fact that he is a blushy mess after hearing you say that.
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I cannot stress this enough but he is extremely vocal in bed. Whining, trying to restrict himself from making too much noise but failing miserably.
Muffled pants, choked sobs and lots of pleasure infused tears.
He loves getting praised during sex but what he loves more is to get praised after itâs all over. Like you telling him how great he was, how well he behaved, how good he made you feelďżźďżźďżź. He experiences sub drops a lot so please assure him that he did well :(ďżź
Heâs into power-play but not in a submissive or dominant kind of relationship, itâs more of a psychological thing where the fact that he can see how good he makes you feel gives him a rush of confidence and adrenaline.ďżźďżź
I believe that this motherfucker is a masochist, pain makes him more excited than getting an update on his favorite author who went on a year long hiatus and that is saying a lot.
Bite him. Scratch him. It is so stimulating for him he can reach his high just from those actions.ďżź
Fuck do anything to his ears bite, lick, pull, blow on it. He is extremely sensitive so anything you do will basically drive him out of his mind. It will most definitely lead to him trembling beneath your fingertipsďżźďżźďżźďżźďżź.
You must think that you are the only one who is such a tease but youâre wrongďżź. Felix teases you quite often mostly to direct your attention towards him or to keep your attentionďżźďżź on him. Heâs quite greedy when it comes to you and your hands on his body. Unbuttoning unnecessary amount of buttons on his shirt to show a little skin that he knows youâll notice. Playing with his necklace placing the chain between his lips dragging it towards the inside of his bottom lip teasing the metallic charm with the tip of his tongueďżźďżź. He definitely ainât oblivious he knows exactly what heâs doing and he makes sure that you know exactly what heâs doingďżź.
When heâs in the mood he will tug the hem of your topďżźďżźďżź meanwhile his eyes are glued to the floor or graze the temples of his glasses between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling the pointy edge. He loves to play dumb too. When you question him, he acts like he doesnât intend anything and that you need to get your head out of the gutter.
At the end of the session Felix looks divine. Drool leaking down from his bottom lip to his jaw line towards his neck, his bangs sticking on his sweat coated foreheadďżźďżźďżźďżźďżźďżź, his chest rising up and down quicklyďżź. His eyes ďżźďżźrolled at the back of his head, his hands still clutching tightly to the sheets.ďżź Faint whimpers and deep breaths filling the air.ďżź
Leading up to the after care, his shy self returns. He buries his face to your chest hiding his blushy cheeks beneath the palms of his hands.ďżźďżźďżźďżź
He likes to experiment a lot and you are his favorite subject.
It shouldnât be surprising to find random kink definitions or role-play ideas on the search history of your laptop. After all Felix just asked for it to write an email, thatâs all there is to it. Thatâs until you offer to try them out.
He doesnât act upon his jealousy, what he does instead is that leaving marks on you especially around your neck and your chest where he knows it will show. Donât cover them up if you donât wanna deal with him.
âPeople just donât appreciate art anymore.â âFelix these are, hickeys.â âOh so now you are judging my art medium ?â âSince when proving Sage that I got railed by you is a form of art ?â
I didnât see anyone point this out but whenever he is in the sub space he tends to be more on the bratty side. He starts of shy but his confidence builds up as the tension rises. Meaning that you should be ready to get your patience tested.
When you two are in separate places your suggestive words and tone leads up to phone sex, which Felix secretly fantasized about a lot. What made everything even more dirty was the fact that you didnât know that he was laying on your bed surrounded by your scent and humping your pillow. Once you come back home you are greeted with a fresh pair of sheets on your bed. Apparently Felix decided to do you a favor and clean your room as well as the the whole houseďżźďżźďżźďżź. Heâs crossing fingers that you donât notice because he knows that heâll never hear the end of it.
Felix knows a lot about sex but his knowledge is based upon fiction rather than experience. So, naturally, he is more interested about learning specifically how your body responds to certain actions, what you enjoy and what youâre interested in so teach him. Heâs a good student and oh well heâs a quick learner.ďżźďżź
Pull his hair pull his hair put his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair.ďżźďżźďżźďżź
When he settles between your legs as he ties his hair, he places the hairband between his lips and looks up at you with half lidded eyes. Itâs his definition of torture.
Even though he doesnât give off that vibe, he is very freaky if you wouldâve known what his AO3 tags consisted of you would agree.ďżź
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Vacation (Belphie x GN!Reader) Slight NSFW
(Did I go extra hard on the beach fic? Yes. Yes I did. Are my posting hours absolutely horrid... also yes. It's 3:30AM and I finally finished this fic though! YAY! I also did not read through this before I posted. I'll read it when I wake up to check for mistakes. I need a nap.)
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You loved the beach, everything about it was so relaxing. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, the smell of saltwater that was carried to your nose with the oceanâs breeze. The only thing that made being there right now better was the fact that Belphie was there with you. You loved Belphie, everything about him screamed perfection, even though he disagreed most of the time you said he was. His disregard for most of humanity aside from yourself, his constant scowl which he probably thought was menacing and scary but you just found it adorable.
It was shocking at first that he actually agreed to go with you, and you thought for sure that heâd want to stay home and just sleep while, but, much to your surprise, he jumped at the opportunity to go to the beach with you. He even said that it would be fun, which⌠well he wasnât wrong⌠but hearing him say something like that⌠even if it was mumbled, it was kind of shocking.
âYou got a room⌠in a hotel⌠thatâs on the beach⌠with a balcony that overlooks the beach?â Belphie said, looking around the room as the two of you walked in. As soon as the door was shut, you dropped your bags to the floor and ran to the balcony doors, throwing them open and running out to lean over the railing with Belphie following close behind and quickly wrapping his arms around you. âDonât do that. You could have flipped over the edge⌠dork.â
You could only laugh at his worry, but then again, according to him you were fragile, and humans were inherently clumsy most of the time, so you didnât really blame him for thinking that youâd accidentally lean too far over and do a front flip over the railing⌠but it was still kind of funny. âIâm not going to fall over the edge, Belph. Iâve done this a lot. AndâŚâ You turned in his arms so you could wrap your own around his waist. âYes, a balcony with an ocean view. The weather said there would be a thunderstorm this week, and Iâm hoping theyâre right. I love watching the lightning hit the water⌠the thunder is so loud. Itâs amazing.â He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes as he grabbed your hand and dragged you back into the room, not wanting to leave you on the balcony unattended any longer.
âThe storm better not hit until the last day. I want to go surfing.â He said as he grabbed his own bag off the floor and moved it onto the bed, quickly pulling out his bathing suit. You were stuck on the whole surfing thing though because⌠well⌠it doesnât need to be explained. Itâs just fucking hot. He snapped his fingers to get your attention after you hadnât responded, rolling his eyes when you blinked a few times and focused back on him. âYou alright? You zoned out for a second there.â
âMhm⌠Iâm good.â You whispered shyly, dragging your own bags away from the door so you could pull out your own bathing suit. âItâs a good time to go down⌠everyone is clearing out for the day and the sun isnât going to be beating as hard.â You werenât really sure if he was listening, you could still hear him rummaging through his own bag as you talked. You were mainly talking to yourself though, looking up out the balcony doors and watching as the umbrellas on the beach slowly dwindled as everyone started heading back to their own hotels.
âYou still need sunscreen.â It actually sounded like he was scolding you, and it wouldnât be the first time he called your ass out for not wearing it. âIâm not having you get burnt on our first day here. Youâll spend the rest of the vacation in pain, and then Iâll have to hold back from saying I told you so because you wonât be in the mood to hear it. PlusâŚâ He tossed the sunscreen onto the bed that was closest to you before squatting down behind you, trailing his fingers along your neck and down your shoulders. âIf you got burnt⌠you wouldnât enjoy me touching you as muchâŚâ
God damn if he wasnât right, and you hated that he was right. âHmph⌠fine.â You groaned, and honestly, you just hated the way the sunscreen felt. It made your arms stick to your sides and you just felt⌠sticky⌠and you could never get it off your hands after putting it on. It was a pain in the ass⌠but he was right, and you wouldnât be able to enjoy anything if you got burnt, and you definitely werenât going to spend an entire week in a nice ass hotel with an ocean view and not at least cuddle with him. âYouâre putting it on me though.â
âI never said I wouldnât.â He said it teasingly, kissing your neck before standing back up. âGo change. The waves look pretty good right now, I want to get down there.â He had already started pulling his shirt off and unbuttoning his shorts as you got up off the floor. It was one thing for him to change in front of the balcony doors, he didnât really care if anyone saw him naked⌠But he didnât want anyone else to see you that way. Only he could, and if someone did happen to see you that way, heâd have to kill them and then it would ruin the vacation and neither of you wanted that.
Of course he held your hand on the way down the beach. He wasnât going to let anyone else look at you, and even if they did, theyâd see that your hand was in his and you were his, so they better just fuck right off with their thoughts and their intentions because it isnât going to happen and you arenât going to do the things that they are thinking with anyone but him.
âI hate walking in the sand with flip flopsâŚâ You mumbled as your feet sunk into the sand with every step, struggling to take steps because the sand kept basically absorbing your flip flop which is the most annoying shit.
âYou could always go barefoot.â He said, as if you didnât already know that⌠but also walking barefoot on the beach after the sun had been beating on it for hours wasnât the most pleasant experience either.
âIâd rather not burn my feet⌠How close do you want to get to the water anyway? I usually stay close to the top so I donât have to be around all the people.â Which was the truth. You hated being surrounded by other beach goers, and most of them smelt an awful lot like spray tan or beer or both. The ocean breeze would miraculously always start up whenever they were spraying their spray tans on and it would get in your eyes or your mouth, and youâd just rather not be anywhere near them. Plus⌠who puts on spray tan at the beach? Just lay in the sun. Itâs easier and looks more real because it is real. Ugh⌠people.
âClose enough that I can still see you from the ocean. Right here should be goodâŚâ He stopped right at the middle of where the line of umbrellas started and where there was nobody. It was like an invisible line in the sand, and Belphie decided that he wanted his spot to be on both sides of it. He stuck the umbrella into the sand to mark the spot and you finally let yourself sit down before even putting down the towel. You were tired. Walking through the sand is a workout. âDonât get too comfortable. Youâre forgetting something.â He practically cooed the last part to you, and you knew exactly what he was talking about, but you wished that he had forgotten.
He started digging through the bag that you had loaded with drinks and snacks because the beach experience isnât complete unless youâve tried to eat a sandwich while a multitude of seagulls stand at the edge of your towel and squawk at you to feed them. (But you donât because itâs not healthy for them. Please donât feed the seagulls your food.) âI donât need sunscreen. Iâm just gonna be sitting under the umbrella the whole time.â He hummed softly, knowing that you were wrong. Who goes to the beach and sits under the umbrella the whole time? You knew that you werenât going to, but damn⌠you really hated the feeling of sunscreen. It makes you cringe. Why is it so sticky????
You laid out the towel and decided that it would be pointless to even try to argue against him. He was right in the hotel room about the sunburn, and it wouldnât be as bad if he was the one rubbing it on you. âIâm sure a little sunscreen is better than a sunburnâŚâ He said as he squirted it onto his hands. âLay down, I said Iâd put it on you.â You quickly obliged, laying on your stomach and resting your head on your arms as he rubbed it together between his hands before placing them on your shoulders. The feeling sent a shiver through you, and you werenât sure whether it was just because the sunscreen was cold or if it was his touch that made your body respond that way. âYouâre cute⌠relax babe⌠this isnât the first time Iâve touched you.â He teased as his hands made their way down your back, squeezing your sides lightly before rubbing slowly over your entire back and then working down to your legs. Luckily your face was hidden in your arms so he couldnât see your blushing. His touch was doing things to you that you knew you couldnât act upon on the beach so it would probably be a while before you got up anyway. âAlright, roll over.â He didnât really wait for you to roll over, taking it upon himself to do it and then smiling smugly when he saw the flustered look on your face.
âI think Iâm just gonnaâŚ. Stay here for a little bit⌠while you go out andâŚâ He had already started running his hands over your chest which had made your sentence get cut short. It would be too noticeable that he was making you flustered if you just covered your face now, so you tried to keep calm as his hands continued to work. You let out a gasp as his thumbs accidentally flicked over your nipples, a quiet hum escaping him as he watched them perk up. âBelphieâŚâ You whined, but he only laughed in response, moving his hands lower until they were at your hips. Your eyes grew wider, and he knew exactly why, and for a second you thought heâd just tease you more, but he knew that if he did that youâd just be begging him to take you back to the room and those activities were for later.
He had finally finished, and part of you wished that he hadnât because obviously you loved having his hands on you like that, but also you were in public and it couldnât go any further than that either. âSo do you want to go down there with me or do you need a minute?â He joked as he got up, grabbing his surfboard and holding it under his arm. âWould you rather me stay up here wi-â
âYou can go! I just⌠Just need a second.â Your voice cracked as you said it, further accentuating just how flustered he had made you. You ran your hands over your face and sighed, to which he laughed at. âDonât laugh, itâs not funny.â You grumbled. You were now thoroughly turned on, it was hot out, you were covered in sunscreen, and he looked really good standing above you like that.
âIt actually is really funny. Iâll meet you down there⌠oh wait⌠hold upâŚâ He leaned over, booping your nose with his pointer finger which still had sunscreen on it. You wrinkled your nose at him, sticking your tongue out before rolling over onto your stomach. âAww, youâll thank me for it later when your nose is sunburn free and not peeling.â He started walking off, that much you could tell as the sun that he had been blocking finally hit your back.
It didnât take too long for you to gain back your composure. Now that he was off walking down to the ocean, you could actually focus on calming down and relaxing in the sun that was practically baking you because the umbrella wasnât blocking out anything now that the sun was setting. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the warmth of the sun against your skin had you close to dozing off, but you wanted to see him, you wanted to watch him, so you fought off the urge to fall asleep and pushed yourself up off the towel and started heading down.
The beach had almost completely cleared out aside from the few people who, much like yourself and Belphie, wanted to enjoy it without the screaming children whoâd run through the sand and kick it back onto the towels and bodies of unsuspecting people. It was a lot calmer during the evening, and Belphie had a lot of room to do what he wanted to do. Not a lot of people here actually surfed, it was mainly people boogie boarding close to the shore line and riding the smallest waves inland. You on the other hand, you didnât use a board at all, instead wading out into the deepest part of the ocean until your feet could barely touch the floor, and then when a wave came, youâd jump and ride that shit up to the shore⌠or get knocked out completely and wash up on the shore looking like youâve just seen death itself. Either way itâs a blast, and boards held no appeal to you⌠BUTâŚ
Belphie on the board was a completely different story though. There was something about⌠him in general that made you so fascinated. Your eyes were basically glued to him, watching intently as he got onto his board and started paddling out deeper. You saw the wave that he was going for, it was forming further back, almost on the horizon line and you knew that it would be huge, which is exactly what he was going for. Go big or go home was always his thing, whether it was with food, pranks against his brothers, and with this as wellâŚclearly. Were you worried, even though you knew that as a demon, he couldnât actually get severely hurt? Absolutely. Heâd probably laugh at you later for worrying, but you also cared about him a lot, so could he blame you? Absolutely not.
You watched as the wave drew closer, and for a second you were beyond worried that it would just crush him since he was sitting there just wading in the water, but as it started closing in, he began paddling again, his board rising with the crest of the wave until he reached the top and stood up. Now, itâs not that you had never seen people surfing before, itâs just that everyone else was boring and you didnât like them and they werenât interesting, and they were just⌠people. Belphie was different. This was your demon and here he was absolutely fucking ripping it, and not only was was he doing it flawlessly, but he looked so fucking good doing it. You wanted to cheer for him, but you also didnât want to throw him off or anything, so you let out a quiet âyayâ as you continued watching. The wave crashed down and broke around him, pushing him closer to you and for a second you thought that heâd ride it all the way up to you, but then he saw you. He pointed at you, the typical finger guns, and then promptly decided to purposely fall back off his board, which made you gasp because like⌠what the fuck man? Why?
BUT ALSO GOD DAMN. When he reemerged from under the water, he looked fuckingâŚ. Hot. And not like, âoh shit itâs summertime and the sun is making things hotâ kind of hot⌠no, it was âholy hell I need to get this man back into the hotel room before I fuck him right here on the beachâ type hot, which is still an understatement because there is no way to actually capture the essence of how absolutely hot he is through words. Heâs just fucking⌠hot. He quickly pushed back his hair which was soaked and hanging in his face, and now it was slicked back, which wasnât a look that youâd usually go for, but on him, again⌠HOT.
Were you aware that you had been holding your breath as he walked up to you? Nope. But as soon as he reached you, you exhaled sharply and gave him a sheepish smile. âThat was⌠you did⌠it was greatâŚâ You couldnât think straight and you couldnât form coherent sentences, and the way you were acting had that smug little smile returning to his face. He knew damn well the way you were feeling, the way he made you feel. He didnât have to wait for you to fall asleep and see your dreams to know what you were thinking either. But he wasnât going to let you have it that easily either, he was going to tease you and drag it out as long as he possibly could.
âCome onâŚâ He grabbed your hand, pulling you out into the water which was freezing. It was so cold, your entire body kind of froze up as soon as it reached your mid calves. âItâll be more cold if you try to slowly get used to it. Just dunk yourself under real quick.â He stopped pulling you long enough to watch you, and what he was suggesting was quite possibly the number one thing you didnât want to do right now. âI can do it for you if you wonât do it yourself.â He coaxed, stepping a little closer to you. He was serious too, heâd dunk you, whether you were holding your nose or not.
âI-I got it⌠I can do itâŚâ You mumbled, slowly lowering yourself and then shooting back up when the water reached an area that had been dry before. You could almost see the timer in his head ticking down to the moment where heâd just take over and sweep you off your feet in the most unromantic way just to get you used to the water faster. âDonât look at me while I⌠Youâre making me nervous!â It was a good excuse. He scoffed and turned away from you, humming the jeopardy song which only made you feel more rushed. âShush! Iâm doing it⌠I just need a second.â
âYouâve had many seconds. Itâs gonna be dark soon.â He joked, tapping his fingers along the water as he started humming louder. You groaned loudly before taking a deep breath, holding your nose, and dropping under the water. And, not surprisingly, it was fucking freezing, and when you quickly pushed yourself back up, the breeze that had really picked up didnât help⌠like at all. âThere you go. It wasnât that bad, was it?â
âNo⌠it was worse.â He snorted softly, shaking his head. You couldnât understand how he wasnât fazed by it. Whenever he was in bed heâd complain about it being too cold when he was too lazy to reach down and grab his blankets⌠but swimming in an ice cube tray apparently doesnât affect him. It made absolutely no sense, but⌠he looked happy, and he was having fun, and as numb as your body felt from the water, seeing him this way made you feel warm, at least in your heart, where it was important. âSo why am I actually in the water right now?â You would have been perfectly fine staying just above where the waves broke, but he must have had something in mind.
âWeâre tandem surfing.â He drummed his hands lightly on the board as he looked excitedly over at you as if you knew what that meant. He could see the confusion on your face though, and he sighed softly, pulling you closer to himself and the board. âYouâre gonna be on the board with me.â That⌠sounded like a trainwreck waiting to happen. It would not go well, you knew that much. You wouldnât be able to even sit on the board without wobbling, and you sure as hell wouldnât be able to stand on it. âYouâll be fine.â He could see how put off by the idea of it you were. No amount of his arms wrapped around you would make flipping off a surfboard in the middle of a wave worth it.
âMmmm⌠Nope⌠thatâs not gonna⌠Nuh uhâŚ.â You were shaking your head quickly, trying to keep your footing even when you were flat on the ground as the waves crashed around you. They were strong, as was the current that was pulling you deeper into the ocean without you even realizing it. âI can just go stand back up there⌠Iâll watch you. That sounds like a good idea.â You nodded to yourself, turning to start walking away, but his arm was around your waist, holding you close against him and keeping you from walking away.
âIâm not gonna let you fall off. Weâre not going far out⌠and weâre both sitting the whole time.â He murmured against your neck, knowing exactly what he was doing. âPlus⌠Itâs cold out there⌠and I want to do this with you.â He made you so weak, it wasnât fair at all. His fingers brushed lightly across your hip as his lips lingered against your skin. He was waiting for an answer, but he already knew what it would be, he just wanted to hear you say it, and he was having way too much fun teasing you like this. âFine⌠just⌠hold it still.â His hand quickly moved away from your waist and he was wearing the biggest smile as he held the board in place as best he could. The waves crashing around it were the biggest issue, and every time you were about to jump up onto it, another wave would push it against you and make you stumble back. âBelphie⌠Itâs not gonna work.â You whined, your head falling back as you sighed loudly.
âIâm holding it as still as I can, you just need to get on. Iâll tell you when, so the waves wonât knock you off.â He was being really persistent with it, which, in itâs own way, was kind of cute. Either he really wanted you on the board with him, or he really wanted to see you fall off. Sure, he liked you, but even you knew there was something⌠comical⌠about watching someone fall off a board⌠especially if they were just sitting. Thatâs even funnier. âIf you do it⌠we can go right back to the hotel after weâre done⌠I know you want to do that.â Heâs god damn right you want to do that. Not just for⌠reasons, but the thought of warm dry clothes and being under a blanket and cuddling with him sounded so amazing right now.
It was motivation enough for you to try again, timing your jump before the next wave came and then gripping onto the board like your life depended on it, because you really thought that it did, once you were on. âOkayâŚ. Now what?â Your voice was kind of shaky, and really, you thought you should be rewarded with the hotel just for getting on the board alone. The waves were rocking you, and you felt like you were going to tip at any moment if Belphie let go, and you were really hoping that he wouldnât, but when you turned to look at him, he was already behind you, getting ready to jump on the board. âSh-Shouldnât I be in the backâŚ?â It was a pretty bad time to realize it considering you were already on it, but you still had time to jump off and switch positions.
âOh⌠No. If youâre in the back, youâll just hide your face in my back as soon as the wave starts pushing us, and thatâs the best part.â He climbed onto the back of the board, scooting as close to you as possible. âNow hold on, okay? Iâm gonna get us a little further out.â Your head whipped around to look at him, your eyes going wide. You were pretty sure he just said that you wouldnât go out far, but now heâs saying heâs gotta get out further? He chuckled lightly, shaking his head as if he knew what you were thinking. âNot as far as I went. Just far enough to actually have a wave. The swells arenât going to do much except rock us around a little bit.â He was already paddling out and your hold on the board turned into a death grip.
Once he felt like it was far enough out, he turned the board around, and thatâs when you realized just how far you actually were. âIâm gonna dieâŚâ You whispered, which only made him laugh more, leaning in to kiss along your shoulder. âThatâs not gonna make me feel better.â Your nails were practically digging into the board and your knuckles hurt from how tight you were holding it, but you didnât really care, you just didnât want to fall off.
âOh, the waves coming! Hold on.â As if you werenât already doing that, and you couldnât possibly hold on any tighter than you already were. The wave began pushing you up, and you didnât, not even for a second, enjoy the sensation of it. âKeep your eyes open.â His arms were wrapped tightly around you, and even with his urging, your eyes were shut as tight as possible, already prepared for when youâd fall off. You didnât want salt water in your eyes, it burned, it hurt, and you were like 99.5% sure that youâd be falling off at some point.
His arms stayed wrapped around you, as tight as possible, ensuring that you wouldnât fall off the board and you were beyond thankful for that. In a strange way, it didnât last that long, but at the same time it felt like you were riding the wave forever. You had opened your eyes once, but the sight of the beach growing closer and closer to you was terrifying and you didnât like it. âIs it done?â You quietly asked, not wanting to open your eyes yet, but you also felt like youâve slowed down and you could feel the rocking of the waves beneath you again.
âYes, itâs done. Your eyes were shut the entire time, werenât they?â He joked, squeezing your hips which made you squirm and fall off the board anyway. His laughter was so loud you could hear it from under the water, and you quickly pushed your feet up against the edge of the board to try to tip him off as well, which didnât actually work. You got back up, wiping the water from your eyes and glaring at him, still sitting on the board and smiling down at you. âYou thought youâd be able to tip me over⌠thatâs cute. Youâre cute. Come, weâll go back now. We can both take a nap before dinner.â
The sand had finally cooled off now that the sun had practically set behind the horizon line, lighting the waves up in pretty pink, orange, and blue hues. If you werenât so cold, youâd have loved to stay on the beach and watch the sun continue to go down with Belphie right beside you. That could be done another night though, and you were aching to get back inside and take a shower to get the sand off of you, and then just relax in bed.
âI call dibs on the bathroom first.â You called out as you swiped the card to get into the room, rushing ahead of him to drop your beach bag on the floor and run straight into the bathroom. The sand was sticking to you, not just from being in the water, but also the damned sunscreen. It was itchy and it was everywhere, and you wanted to get it off of you as quickly as you could.
âYou donât have to call dibs, I could just get in there with you.â He said it so matter-of-factly that it made you pause for a second. He wasnât wrong, and itâs not that youâd mind him getting in with you, so you werenât going to say no. He walked in just as you were getting into the shower, and no matter how many times he had seen you that way, you still got really shy, which he would constantly say is adorable, but it just made you flustered and even more shy than you already were. âDid you have fun?â His voice was soft now, and you could hear that he was becoming tired. You were sure that heâd end up falling asleep on the beach after being in the ocean, it was enough to even knock you out most of the time, but he held onto enough energy to get up into the room.
âMmhm⌠I liked watching you more thoughâŚâ You heard him hum quietly behind you, his hands roaming over your body as he helped get some of the off. You could have done it yourself, but he did it so much better. âDid you have fun?â It sounded like he had fun, and it definitely looked like he had fun. He was laughing and smiling the whole time which was enough for you. His happiness made you happy, as cringy and dorky as that may sound⌠which is why you never told him that. Heâd call you a dork and laugh it off which would just make you flustered and feel silly.
âMmhm⌠I have one more thing to do though.â You were confused because you were pretty sure he was talking about dinner and that was supposed to come after the nap. He finished rinsing the sand and soap off you and himself before turning off the shower and stepping out. He didnât bother with towels, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the bathroom and pushing you down on the bed, situating himself between your legs and smiling up at you. âI teased you enough on the beach⌠I think I should finish what I started.â
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