#I left it open so you can chose who you want to reply with uwu

[diadxrling]

@fizzarolliandfriends liked for a starter

Dia loved to perform, especially her new way of performing, sure people were still looking at her body but at least she was mostly covered now. That and well she wasn't up for sale, people could have as much money as they wanted but it wouldn't by them time with her. Unless of course she didn't mind the company, but that was quite rare.

One downside of performing was that sometimes not everything went to plan. Be it some technical difficulties or something else messing up, there was always a chance of something failing. Today that something was her own body, or well more her coordination she supposed. Landing from a jump, she was usually very adept at doing well, a little awkward twisting her whole leg in the process.

The succubus had still finished the show just playing it off as a little stumble, but once she was off-stage things were different. Limping back to her dressing room cursing under her breath, why did it have to be THIS show she messed up on. She knew who was watching and that fact almost hurt her more than her leg though that really wasn't feeling pleasant as well.

[darklinaforever]

"For Sylki is obvious: toxic, toxic and they're basically the same person"

Is it crazy how people can be so off base ? I don't know in what aspect Sylki, who actually bring out the best in each other is supposed to be toxic… ?!

This word is used so much today without people seeming to understand the definition, that's when same crazy…

Oh and the delusion of Sylki being the same person, is, I already explained, completely false.

The series and the creators have been very clear on this subject, yet people persist in saying the opposite which annoys me deeply.

Here is my post where I dismantle this idea of ​​Sylki being the same person :

In it there is even passages which roughly explains how Sylki is a good relationship :

Then I forgot to specify it in this post, but as much as Sylvie helps Loki to accept and love himself, the opposite is also true with Sylvie who opens up much more to the fact than her basic identity is that of a Loki when they are both facing death in episode 4 (while wondering what it really means to be a Loki). Essentially, she no longer internally denies this part of herself, without ceasing to be the person that she chose to be : Sylvie.

I would like to understand how this relationship is toxic ?! Once again, I'm tired of seeing people use this term loosely, simply because they don't like a fictional relationship. Is the Sylki relationship complicated ? Yes. Undeniably. But complicated doesn’t mean toxic.

It's like people who insist on saying that the Sylki romance is not the center / driving force of the plot… :

"I just wanna talk about the show without seeing 16379490405 posts about how “uwu he loves him/her so much, he/she is his new glorious purpose 🥹”. Like. That is SO NOT the point of the show, guys."

When it is in fact the case, the series shows it the contrary, and the creators confirm it.

Loki is in love with Sylvie and their romantic relationship is the fucking center / driving force of the plot, confirmed again by the creators themselves. The Sylki romance is the heart of the story, whether you like it or not. (Most of the interviews from season 1 and 2 will confirm this. Even if I am of the opinion that in season 2 they actually put this relationship aside, with the character of Sylvie... Probably because negative reviews about it in recent years)

Also... Sylvie was literally compared to Loki's new glorious purpose in season 1, in a fucking dialogue from episode 5, and yet the antis or the neutrals still make fun of the pro-Sylki for daring to say, that indeed, Sylvie was in some way Loki's new glorious purpose. As if films were being made when it was literally in a dialogue from season 1 ?!

I mean, Loki absolutely wants to return to the TVA, and we spectators know that it is to find Sylvie. (The last thing he did before ending up there, was literally trying to confess his feelings to Sylvie...) Much more than bringing down the Time-Keepers... Like he said later, he would go where she goes.

Even though the other Lokis don't know why our Loki want to return to the TVA so badly, when one of them asks if Loki wants to return in it because he left his glorious purpose there... and Loki replies that is something like that... What do you think that means ?!

Loki's glorious purpose in season 1 was simply Sylvie, whether you like it or not. Damn, once again it’s literally in the dialogue ! What ?! You think Loki just wants to return to the TVA to bring down the Time-Keepers and have his own time stream to control ? When Loki says that in truth he has no idea what he will do and that he and Sylvie could figure it out together ?!

This dialogue on Loki's glorious purpose is even essentially paralleled with the suggestion that Sylvie's only good memory is Loki... Personal questions that they are asked in the same episode to which they respond vaguely and to which only the viewer can understand the answer...

But no, I imagine that all these people who think they are more intelligent think that the only good memory of Sylvie is something off-screen never mentioned, and that Loki's glorious purpose is only to play the hero and become king...

Also, I don't see why I should moderate my comments and clarify that all of this is my interpretation to avoid offending people.

They do not hesitate to assert their opinion as the right one in a condescending and or downright rude manner.

I understand that everyone is free to have their opinion on a fictional story, but after a while, that doesn't mean that every opinion is really valid in the canon story, especially when there is nothing to support it. I'm tired of seeing antis and neutrals shaming people who really understand the story being told and its messages.

Because yes, once again whether you like it or not, Sylki is not the same person, incest / autocest / selfcest. Sylki is a romance, which is the very heart of the story of the series, and yes, in season 1, Sylvie was associated with Loki's glorious purpose. All this, I maintain, are facts, and not fucking interpretation.

And probably the thing that annoys me the most is everyone who dares to put their clearly denigrating opinions in the tag dedicated to Sylki, instead of the anti one. Honestly, don't you have anything else to do ?! Do you think you are mature ? Clever ? You are just pathetic.

[youamongthemelissas]

hi mwah <3

may i have a scenario with zoro being a brat who doesn't want to go down on his girl, but she just puts in his place by sitting on his face? 👀

ara ara, it seems that the fifteen hours I've been sleeping have made me reap the rewards uwu

well, I really hope you like the result and that those 3,3k words make up for the delay in my writer's block. i've only reviewed it a few times because i'm really really sleepy right now, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes! :(

warning: oral sex (giving and receiving), fingering, face sitting, etc. only for +18. smut everywhere

Zoro and I had known each other for almost two years, but he changed his position from hookup to boyfriend two months ago. Our chaotic relationship started at a horrible party. Everything that night was horrible, except when the handsome guy approached me offering his help when some ramshackle human being spilled water on my shirt. To complete my disaster, the outfit I wore was white and cotton, so it marked the contours of my breasts just right. Damn day I decided to leave my house without wearing a bra. Too embarrassed, I just crawled into the bathroom – which didn't even have a lock – and waited for the crowd to dwindle or for my shirt to dry so I could get out of that unhealthy place. But fate didn't have the best plans for me, as I saw the bathroom door open and a man enter that cubicle.

"This is the ladies' wc, you know?" I informed the guy angrily.

“I know,” he replied simply. "I saw the whole scene, so I decided to come make sure you're okay."

I arched my brow and stared at him with half-closed eyes. Was he feeling okay? I looked for signs of drunkenness in him, but his voice was steady and he looked too sober.

“Very nice of you, but you can't just lock yourself together with a strange woman in a cubicle. You know, I can interpret this as sexual harassment!” I snapped.

“Oh, fine. I was going to lend you my shirt so you could wear it and wouldn’t have to wait for yours to dry, but I see you don't need my help. Bye and sorry for the inconvenience,” and so he left, not giving me a chance to respond.

I cursed the Universe, but then I stopped myself because a tarot reader had informed me that a situation like this could happen throughout the week and I didn't listen. In the end, it was my fault for being a stubborn and skeptical one.

I really couldn't tell how long I was locked in that fetid cubicle, but when my t-shirt dried enough not to leave me practically naked from the waist up, I walked out and saw the same guy as before, he was talking to a red haired girl, actually it looked more like an argument was going on between them by his annoyed expression and her restless gestures. Would she be his girlfriend? Was the discussion focused on me and the bathroom incident? Well, I wouldn't stay there to find out and risk getting hit by the girl for something that wasn't my fault. He was the one who entered the ladies' room with an unknown woman!

And my disastrous night ended when I lay in my bed and turned off the light to finally sleep and erase all memories of the party from my head. But that boy's face has not left my mind.

The days followed normally, and when I was already forgetting the cool guy, I saw him for the second time in a bakery. He wore the same shirt that day of the party and sweatpants. His sleepy face gave away that he had just woken up and had just left the house to go buy bread for breakfast. He saw me but pretended not to. I got the feeling I should have apologized for the misunderstanding, but he was already making the request. Luckily, we were assisted together as soon a second attendant appeared who assisted me as well.

As soon as we paid the bill, we silently left the place and I got a chance to talk to him as we were heading in the same direction.

“Hey,” I called him, being ignored. "Boy, wait a minute"

“What is it, girl?”, he snapped at me sharply.

“I wanted to apologize for the misunderstanding… Seriously, I was just freaked out by a guy walking me into the bathroom…”, I was sincere.

"It's all right. Go on with your life in peace.”

“And you had a girlfriend, right? Like, you were still wrong in the end…” I couldn't hold my mouth before needling him.

This time he stopped abruptly and turned to me, making me smack my face into his chest.

"Girlfriend? First you accuse me of sexual harassment and now besides being a harasser you think I'm a traitor?”

“I didn't accuse you of anything! Except the girlfriend part. You and that red haired girl seemed to be fighting really bad, like boyfriends do,” I clarified.

“Redhead girl?” he seemed to search his memory for what I was referring to. “Nami? God forbid me dating that devil woman! She's not my girlfriend, and we were fighting because…”, he stopped mid-explanation. “This is none of your business, girl. But she's not my girlfriend,” he ended the pseudo-argument.

I nodded and went on my way.

“How long will you follow me? Now I can interpret that you're a deranged stalker”, he told me right after we turned down the same street, after walking close for a few meters.

“I'm not following you, my house is on this way”, I replied.

And that's how I found out that we lived in the same condominium.

Although I clearly remember the first two times we met, I can't say when exactly we started to change our cat-and-mouse relationship and elevate it to a more intimate one. Maybe it was when he fucked me for the first time in the laundry room in the building. I was taking my clothes out of the machine while he put his clothes in another one, and then we looked at each other and as if we had the same idea, he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up to put me sitting on top of the machine he had just finished stuffing with his own clothes, putting it to work and taking me in a kiss while taking off my panties. When he entered me, I moaned loudly, but the sound was drowned out by the shrill noise of that old machine. Zoro confessed to me later that he chose precisely that one so my moans could not be heard. I think it was the most insane thing I did, because at any moment someone could come and catch us, but luckily for us that only happened after Zoro had cum on my thighs and taken me off that old thing. It was weird walking with my legs sticking together because of his cum, but I didn't have time to clean up, just lift my panties and straighten my skirt before passing the newcomer, who didn't seem to have noticed our presence.

After our first sex, we didn't get apart anymore. We couldn't be alone as we caught fire and had sex wherever we were.

As time went by, we calmed down and our meetings became more spaced, but our chemistry didn't extinguish even a little bit during these almost two years, on the contrary, it only earned us the beginning of dating. And we became more than just hookups, we became friends too, those who know about each other's lives and I got to know Nami, the red-haired friend he was fighting that night at the party. I came to discover that they could never be boyfriends, because she loved money and women.

Everything with Zoro was almost perfect. He was a good boyfriend, and even though we're two hotheads, we never fought. There are always dialogues in our relationship and this helps a lot to avoid unnecessary fights. Besides, sex is wonderful, everything just right, except for one small thing that bothers me. We combine a lot in bed, I always try to please him and give him pleasure at all times. I've lost count of how many blowjobs I gave him and how many times I let him cum in my mouth, but the problem is that he never even gave me oral sex. And that makes me a little frustrated and scared. Was the problem with me? I took good care of myself, but he always shifted position when I tried to get him down on me.

One day, while I watched him playing his favorite game, I stroked his hair.

“Babe?”, I called him.

“Hm?” he mutters, not moving an inch.

“Do I disgust you?” I asked bluntly.

"What? Where did you get this ideia?”, he turns abruptly to face me, doing something wrong in the game because soon there are some curses directed at him in the chat.

“It's just a question.” I shrugged.

“It can't be just a question. For you to ask me that, there's definitely a reason behind it,” he replied, no longer looking at the TV screen, and not realizing that he was being offended by the other players. Damn virgins.

“Nevermind…”, I hesitated, unable to let myself be affected by the comments, which weren't even for me. "Your game friends are very angry with you."

"Fuck them, the issue here is you.", he held my face with both hands, making me look at him. “Tell me what made you think about it,” he looks deep into my eyes, almost reading my soul and I immediately regret opening my mouth. But it was too late, lying was out of the question, because he knows very well when I lie, so I had no choice but to tell the truth.

“You never gave me an oral. So I deduced that the problem is with me”, I said at last and he let me go.

It was his turn to shift the focus to another corner.

“It's nothing to you, it's me who is the problem. I've never done that to any women, and in the movies I see them “squirt”, what if that happens?” He looked a little frustrated and embarrassed.

I got up from my seat and stopped standing in front of him, making him glare at me.

“You have to stop thinking real life is a big porn movie, Roronoa,” I said, putting my index finger on his forehead. “I really admire you knowing how to fuck without looking like a caveman”, I said that last sentence more to myself.

“Hey!” he heard and seemed offended. "It hurts, okay?"

“Sorry, but that is nothing but the truth”, I rolled my eyes.

Even though he didn't suck me when we had sex later, the seed of doubt was already planted in his head.

I know this, because days later he was more committed to making me cum. Before he seemed to care only about his pleasure, but after our conversation, he even put his fingers to work on my clit – which were presented by me –, as he moved in and out of me, until I came on his fingers. It felt good, but I wanted to feel his tongue down there, and wanted to see his head between my legs. I wanted so badly to squirm in pleasure beneath him as he sucked everything I had to offer him.

When the dream day finally arrived, all my thoughts turned opaque as I felt him hug me from behind and lean his body against mine as his lips found the skin of my neck.

“Do you know how hot you look wearing my shirt?” he asked huskily, pressing me closer to his body, making my ass fit into his crotch. And I already felt it was hard. "Even more so I know you're not wearing anything under it."

I couldn't hold back the moan as I felt his fingers travel up my waist until they reached my breasts under the fabric. He squeezed it first and then circled the nipple with his finger, making it hard. He knew how sensitive I was in that area. And to my delight, he lowered his other hand to between my legs, and slid it to find my sex, which was already starting to get wet.

When I was in his apartment, I liked to have just one piece of clothing. Walking around his house half-naked was one of the most satisfying things for me, because I knew that anytime we were going to get laid and being too undressed would get in the way of the process. So I opted to wear just a pair of panties or a T-shirt with nothing underneath, as was the case now.

He removed his hand from my body and pulled me away, but only to pick me up and take me to his bed, where he laid me down and leaned over me and started kissing me.

His kiss tasted like the whiskey he drank a few minutes ago. I ran my hands over his body and scratched him lightly on his back, inside his shirt. He ended the kiss and rolled off of me, but only to undress. I watched the scene intently, looking at each piece of skin that was revealed to me little by little. When he took off his underwear and his cock popped out, I felt my mouth water. He was there in front of me, completely naked.

I got rid of his t-shirt I was wearing and crawled until I was close to his body, took his hard member in my hands and started masturbating before putting it in my mouth. Unconsciously, I reared my hips up, and ran my tongue over the glans, tasting the pre-cum. Without waiting, I felt him lean over to smack my ass, and it made his cock almost hit my throat, making me gasp. I pulled it out of my mouth, gasping for air, but went back to sucking on it. When I relaxed, I put him in one piece and this time I got used to that intruder so deep, and I heard him grunt. He loved when I swallowed him like that, but before I could make him cum, he gently withdrew from my mouth and lay down on the bed, turning me to stand beside him.

He kissed me again and wrapped his hands around my waist and slid them to my ass, where he slapped my ass, making me moan into his mouth.

We made out until he was on top of me, making me feel his hard cock on my thigh as he kissed my neck and played with my nipples.

I was already throbbing with lust, and it got worse when he slid his fingers to my clit and touched his fingertip to that sensitive spot, making me arch into him. But he did nothing but tease me, and I wanted him to use his tongue this time to bring me to orgasm. For that reason, I forced his head down and he got the message, surprisingly trailing kisses down my body, but before he got there he stopped and returned the kisses to where they were before, leaving me frustrated.

I sighed in annoyance, and shifted our positions, getting on top of him. I positioned myself right on top of his cock, and I fit my pussy there, not to slide him inside, but to rub myself there. He liked my boldness a lot, but I abruptly left the place until I was positioned right in his mouth. I felt him startle under me, but it was too late because I was already sitting pretty well in his face, with my cunt snug in the place where I always wished it was. He showed no resistance, just ran the tip of his tongue over my clit and I closed my eyes, sighing.

At first, he was stuck and a little lost, but little by little he got used to it and now his whole tongue passed through my intimacy, sometimes sucking painfully. It was good for me and it was good for him too, because I felt him grip my thighs tightly, holding me in place as he penetrated me with his tongue. I saw stars. When he smeared the entire place and when my body showed signs of the first orgasm, nimbly and using a little force he took me off him and put me back on the bed, with my back to the mattress. I thought he had given up, but he again slid down my body and positioned himself between my legs, giving me that wonderful sight. Again he pressed his tongue against my clit.

Seeing him there, with his head buried in the place I'd always dreamed of, made a fire burn in my stomach, and my brain worked tirelessly on the new sensations his mouth was gaving me me.

And he looked very committed and thirsty. He was like someone who had gone days without even a drop of liquid and who had just found an inexhaustible source of pure water. And I was that source. And just the thought of having him thirsty for me was enough to give my boner more ammo and make my hips start working nimbly, looking for more contact. Zoro shaved every day, but there were already two that he didn't shave, so the growing hairs scraped the inside of my thighs when I moved my hips, leaving goose bumps.

His tongue explored every corner of my intimacy and his arms closed tightly around my legs as he brought one hand to one of my breasts and rested it there, squeezing every now and then as my body showed signs of orgasm.

He didn't let go of me when I came for the first time or when I screamed for the second. Instead, he circled my waist with his arms and held me immobile in place as he sipped every drop that dared escape from me. He showed no signs of satiating even when I scratched his shoulders or slapped him in the arms to get him to let go. In fact, it felt like it was just an extra boost for him when I was on the verge of madness, writhing in his mouth and thrashing around aimlessly for support and control of the spasms in my body.

He was both a sadist and a masochist at the same time, which is why I was so attracted to him.

When he released me, I was almost voiceless and completely shaky. I wouldn't be able to form an intelligible word, and his playful smile, which I saw blurred due to the tears pooling in the corners of my eyes, gave away his satisfaction at seeing me in that state.

When I finally composed myself and my heart stopped beating in my chest, pulse, and throat, I took a deep breath and stared at him. He was lying beside me, looking at me and running his hand down my face, lovingly.

“You look beautiful when you're coming”, was the first thing he said.

“You look handsome between my legs”, I returned the answer in the same tone.

He smiled and massaged his jaw, as if in pain.

“Too bad it takes so long to cum, my chin hurts”, he complained and I rolled my eyes.

“You didn't leave me after my first orgasm,” I accused. “For those who were afraid of giving me oral sex, you seemed to enjoy it a lot”, I continued, with a pout.

“I had no idea you were that tasty,” he said, smiling slightly. “Now you better get ready, because your taste has gone straight to the top of my favorite flavors”, he assured me, as he pulled me by the waist to glue my body to his.

I kissed his lips softly, and touched our foreheads, and he kissed me again, obscenely. It didn't take me long to be on my knees for him, determined to reward him for the multiple organs he gave me.

Seeing him from above, with his eyes closed and his expression filled with pure delight, made me want to feel his cock in the back of my throat to the point of gasping for air. But he refused to cum inside my mouth. He lifted me up and positioned me on all fours on the bed and placed the condom on his cock.

When he sank into me, I moaned loudly, too happy that my sex life with my boyfriend was perfect.

[unloved-cadillac]

I'm a simp for reiner 😩 so if you're open to it, could you do reiner and a fem reader doing 7 minutes minutes in heaven? And maybe it goes further later on in the night?

C/n: simp for Reiner? You’re talking to the right person. I couldn’t decide whether to make this in the canon universe or modern au, so chose the Modern Au with 22 year old Reiner ;) Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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7 Minutes With You Isn’t Enough.(Reiner x Reader Oneshot)

Mmm, party night. The night to unwind from the college stress and to just relax.

Senior year of college had its fair share of ups and downs. Now, after finals and weeks of late night studying and chugging down energy drinks to stay awake to study, it was all finally over.

After your final paper, everyone yelled and laughed at the relief of finishing. You walked out of your exam room and waited your best friend by the stairs. Your phone started buzzing with celebratory messages from your friends and others.

“Oi, Y/n!!” You lift your head up and look at Armin. “We’re finally done, Armie!!!” You ran to him and leaped into his arms to crush him in a bear hug. “Yes! I’m so glad.” He laughs out and sets you back down. “How was it?” He asks and you scoff. “Piece of cake. Yours?” “Same. Hey listen. Let’s go to the Waffle House tonight. I’ve been craving that chocolate waffle for weeks now.” He emphasizes the “weeks” while rubbing his stomach and you chuckle at him. Yeah, the both of you had almost little to no time to spend together so hopefully this break you two would spend everyday together.

You two were walking down the stairs and you bumped into someone on the way and tripped onto them. “Whoa there.” Says the voice that you absolutely adored. His large hands were set on your waist and your hands were on his shoulders. You lifted your head up and looked at your savior. “R-Reiner. Thanks.” You stutter out and straighten yourself out. “No problem. ‘Sup Armin.” He greets Armin and Armin waves. “Hey Reiner. How was your paper?” “Good.” He answers and looks back at you, smirking. “There’s a party happening at Annie’s tonight. Hoping to see you there, Y/n.” Reiner winks and walks past you, making you blush.

“Oh shit.” Armin whispers and catches your dazed out face from trying to smell Reiners cologne. “What happened?” You ask as Armin looks through his phone. “I guess we’re going to a party tonight. Annie just sent me the invite.” He shows you the message and your phone dings as well. You check and smile. “Yeah me too. Hey. Don’t you have a thing for her?” You suddenly ask and Armin stutters. “U-Uhh y-yeah. I’m hoping to ask her out tonight.” He whispers and your eyes widen and jump onto his back. “Yes! Finally!!” You excitedly say and Armin chuckles. “And what about Reiner, Ms Y/n?” Armin asks and you hop off his back and smile. “I don’t know. We’ll see.”

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Later that day, you were in your room getting ready. Armin was sitting on your bed waiting for you. You had a pair of skinny jeans on a tight black shirt on, which showed off your curves perfectly. Your neck was bare and only had a simple pair of earrings with your watch on. “What time is it, Armie?” You ask as you touch up your lipstick. “Time for us to leave. Let’s go.” He says and wakes up from your bed. You chuckle and grab your jacket. “Where’s Annie’s again?” “Uh, a block from here.” Armin says while he checks his phone while you lock up your apartment door.

You and Armin walk to Annie’s house while chatting here and there. Armin was telling you about the “cute” thing Annie did a couple of days ago. “And she sneezed and I swear my heart busted the fastest UwU everrr.” He explains and holds his cheeks making you giggle at his shyness. “Oh Armie.” You exhale a laugh while patting his back. Few minutes later, you both heard loud ass music coming from a house with party lights and dozens of cars in the driveway.

“This is it.” Armin says and walks with you up the driveway.

A lot of people were already there and one of them being Eren. “Y/n! Armin!” He waves and takes a sip of his drink. You smile and hug him and Armin shakes his hand. “Where’s Mikasa?” Armin asks looking around. “Upstairs. She’ll be down in a minute. But let’s go get you both a drink, yeah?” Eren says as he wraps his free arm around your neck. The three of you walk into the house and man, the music was blasting. Alcohol everywhere. It really was the perfect party.

Eren pours you and Armin drinks and hands them to you. “Y/n. You look good. Really good. Been working out?” Eren asks as you sip your drink. “Little bit. But I’ll get back into it now that finals are over. Thanks.” You smile and Armin locks eyes with Annie. She leaves her group of friends and walks over to him. Armin nudges your side, earning your attention with pain. “Ow, asshole. What?” You ask him and look in the direction he was and see Annie. She waves at you and you wave back. “Annie!” You throw your arms around her and hug her while she hugs back. “Thanks for coming.” She tells you and you smile. “Thanks for the invite.” As you were about to pull away, she locks you back in. “Reiner will be here in a couple of minutes.” She whispers and pulls back to see your blushing face. You nod and Annie goes to Armin. “Hi.” She greets him. “Hi.” He responds and she hugs him.

You turn to look at the pair and smile at Armin. Annie whispers something in his ear which made him turn red in a second. She takes his hand and drags him away from you. You wave a goodbye and sip your drink while looking around to see all familiar faces. Ymir and Christa on the couch, Connie and Sasha eating the snacks, and many more. You leaned against the counter when you heard someone scream:

“REINER!!!!!!”

You almost drop your cup at the yelling but look towards the door where a very drunk Colt drags Reiner in the house. “Everyone! Reiner’s here!” He yells out and everyone cheers. Reiner chuckles to himself and looks around, and his eyes land on you. You smirk behind your cup while holding eye contact with the tall man.

Reiner left his friends and stalked his way over to you, making your heart beat fast in your chest. You may look composed on the outside, but on the inside your butterflies surfaced. Reiner stands in front of you and leans forward, and reaches behind you for a cup. His front was almost pressed against yours but his neck was right in front of your face. God he smelled amazing.

He leans back and looks at you. “Hey, Y/n.” He greeted and you flickered your eyes back and forth from his eyes to his lips. “Hi, Reiner.” You breathe out and he smiles at your nervousness. ”We’re finally done with finals, huh?” He says and looks at your lips. “Yeah. Finally.” You whisper. As he leans into you, a shout of both of your names startle you. “Reiner! Y/n! Come on. We’re gonna play some games!” Marcel calls and the both of you pull away. Reiner clears his throat at the awkward tension. “Shall we?” He motions to the lounge and you nod. “Yeah.”

The both of you went into the lounge where a circle of people formed. Luckily, it was everyone that knew. An open seat was next to Armin and you took it. Reiner sat next to Porco who was across from you. “Oh hey.” Armin greets you and you greet back. “Where’s Annie?” You ask. “She’s in the backyard. Some of her other friends wanted to talk to her.” Armin replies as he sips his beer. You nod and steal a glance of Reiner, who was already looking at you.

“Alrighty everybody,” Eren began, “The game that was voted the highest was 7 Minutes in Heaven!” He yelled out causing everyone to make “oohs” and “aahs”. Many looked at each other, analyzing who would kiss who etc. Eren shot down the last of his beer and placed the bottle in the middle of the circle. “Everyone is surely familiar with the rules. So, without further ado, let’s begin. Marcel! You start.” Eren says and sits in his spot next to you.

Marcel spins and it lands on Pieck. Everyone “ooh”ed and cheered for Marcel. He had been crushing on Pieck for months now and finally could make a move. “Alright you two. Go into that closet and make out. We’ll be timing you for 7 minutes so hop to it. Oh and we want to see a hickey on one of you at least.” Eren says, making everyone laugh. Marcel wakes up and takes Piecks hand and leads her to closet where it was locked from the outside by Eren.

Seven minutes passed by fast and the pair came out with Marcel a bit out of breath. “Show it. Show it. Show it.” Everyone begins to chant and Marcel pulls down his collar to show a bright bruise on his neck. Everyone cheered and the girls giggled with Pieck.

“Ok. Who’s next?” Eren asked and looked around. “Me.” Your eyes shoot up to who said it and it was Reiner. He takes the bottle and looks at you. That look he gave you made you burn up. You sipped your drink and waited. Maybe you wanted it to land on you. Scratch that, you did want it to land on you.

“Spin Reiner!” Eren shouts and Reiner spins the empty bottle. It twirls and twirls until it stopped. Right on you.

Reiner smirked to himself while everyone cheered. Armin slapped your back and you smiled. You looked up from your cup and saw Reiner smiling. “Alright, lovebirds. Get in the closet. You know what to do.” Eren winked at you and you woke up and walked to the closet with Reiner right behind you. You both entered the small closet and the door was closed and locked.

Now it was just the two of you.

No music. No other people. No distractions. Just the two of you.

You played with your hands nervously and Reiner saw your tenseness. He took your hands in his and made you look up at him. He was so damn tall. “Y/n. We won’t do anything you don’t want.” He whispers and you shake your head. “No. I want to. I’m just nervous, that’s all.” You chuckle out and Reiner moves his hands around your waist and brings you closer. His left hand cupped your cheek and you lean into his palm. “Can I kiss you?” He asks and you nod. “Say it, Y/n. I need to hear that you want me.” Reiner explains. “I want you, Reiner. Please.” You say softly and bring his lips to yours.

You moved perfectly with each other. Tongues intertwined and moans spilled from both of you. Reiners large hands moved down to your ass, then your thighs and hoisted you up. He pinned you to the closet wall and moved his lips from yours down to your neck. “Aah, Reiner~” you moan and he groans. He nips your neck and bites softly making you gasp. He grinder into you and you pushed your hips down to meet his. He attacked your sweet spot forcefully and continued to draw out those beautiful moans he longed to hear.

Knock Knock “2 more minutes!” You hear Eren’s voice and you groan. But Reiner doesn’t stop. He kisses all around your neck to the other side and attacks there as well. “R-Reiner. Two- fuck- Two minutes.” You gasp out and grip his hair. He doesn’t answer. Just continues to ravage your neck with love bites.

“Time’s up!” Eren says and Reiner pulls away from your neck with a pop! His face flushed as well as yours, he lowers you down and holds you steady. Both of you were panting and the closet door was unlocked. “Meet me outside.” You tell him and walk out. Everyone looked at you and saw your disheveled hair and love bites all around your neck. “Damn Reiner. You don’t play games, huh?” Porco remarks and everyone chuckles. You smile and wave goodbye to everyone, Armin and go to get your jacket.

Reiner followed close behind and walked to get his jacket as well. You walked outside and waited for him. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your middle and kissed your cheek. You smile and he moves down to the side of your neck. “Mmm Reiner~ I’m a block away from here.” You appealed and he hummed in acknowledgement. “Let’s go then.”

You took his hand in yours and dragged him to your apartment. It took everything in him to not just take them and there on a wall but he behaved. He waited for you for so long so he wasn’t going to let this go to waste. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest. After all this time, you finally had him. Months of flirting back and forth, you were both glad you waited until finals finished. Now, you two could pay special attention to one another.

As soon as you unlocked your door, Reiner lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder. “Ah! Oh my god, Reiner!” You laugh out and shut your door behind you. He chuckles and gives your ass a smack then walks to your bedroom. He throws you on your bed and hovers over your body. His hands rub your thighs and move up the side of your stomach, lifting up your shirt.

He leans down and captures your lips in his and you move your hands under his shirt, feeling his chiseled abs. Reiner groans and pulls away and takes off his shirt. He leans back to you and nudges your nose with his, making you giggle.

“7 minutes with you isn’t enough. Can I have you for forever?”

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“I’ll leave the rest up to you. Idk why I’m not comfortable writing smut for Reiner. Maybe I’m still in love with him and I can’t show him my whore side yet. But soon.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[eunjidrabbles]

YAYYYY your asks are finally open!!! hi hi im the anon may i ask for a hwasa one shot wherein reader is courting hwasa but hwasa doesn't find fem! reader attractive. after one date, hwasa decides that reader isnt really her type which r is bummed about but respects her decision. however, one day hwasa finds r's genuine character and somehow, she falls for r's charms uwu angst to big big fluff please! sorry this is long :3 i really like tropes like this thank youuu!

Just One

(I realized writing hurt/comfort stuff soothes my soul a lot. Probably because I like making it hurt and then I feel bad and try to make it warm and fluffy so no worries. Longer requests help me with plotting out the story.

Edit: Sorry this took longer than expected, I just started my first day of work again and guess who is now a barista? Also Wheein’s solo album just dropped today so go give it a listen ya’ll)

Word count: About 2.4k

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Ahn Hye Jin is a goddess. Everyone who has seen her either loves her, or hate her because they want to be her. With beauty, fame and charisma that goes off the charts, who could blame when you were to be drawn in like a moth to the light? Of course given the opportunity, you chose to chase after her disregarding the fact there were probably many others like you. It was a chance given, and it would be foolish not to grab at it. Be it getting your manager to buy her favorite drinks so you can drop it off for her whenever she was at the company practicing, leaving little notes with a container of food for her to heat up when she stays back for more practicing on her own or even occasionally popping by the studio when you had some free time off your schedules, you did you best to let your presence be known to her. Management didn't know of your crush, brushing it off as admiration for your senior whose group literally built up the company, and you'd prefer for it to stay that way lest you get kicked out barely a year into debuting. Hyejin however, knew of your intentions. You've made it clear to her when you gathered up the courage to manage to stammer out a "I like you." Before you could hear whoops from Wheein and feel the stares coming from the other two older members directed at you.

Over time, you've managed to also worm your way into the rest's hearts as they realized how pure your intentions were, and how far you'd go to try take care of their strong-headed maknae. Seeing as to how Hyejin has never properly rejected you, they slowly started putting in words for you whenever they spot your gifts for her, planting what they'd hope to be the seeds that will help make their youngest happier. It started from "Look at how thoughtful she is!" To “Hey look, guess who dropped by again today~?” Each time, she would only smile and wave away at her member’s teasing as she accept her gifts with a smile.

The small interactions with Hyejin and the rest of her members were great as you slowly got to know them more, just as friends. Sharing jokes and they would sometimes even invite you up for a meal together. It wasn’t until a few weeks later of skirting around your very obvious infatuation with Hyejin did you actually put up your mind to do something. Nodding to yourself, you gathered up the courage and knocked on the door. Cheers were heard from inside and as routine, Hyejin came to the door to open it for you. Passing over her drink with a smile, she stood waiting accepted it with a small chuckle and thanks. Right before she turned away, you called out to her. Looking back at you questioningly, you took a few deep breath to try settle your pounding heart. “One date. Just give me one date. I’ll show you that I’m serious.” You could see her eyes widen in surprise and slowly cover her mouth with her hand. You shift nervously, not daring to break the eye contact. She was the one who looked away first and her gaze fell to the ground, seemingly deep in thought. Noticing the longer than usual interaction, the rest of the members curiously peeked over one another to observe the situation. Putting the pieces together, Wheein shared glances with the older members and back to her best friend and voiced out her thoughts. “Why don’t you give it a shot?” Slowly looking over to her, Hyejin studied her expression, followed by the encouraging looks Moonbyul and Yongsun was giving before going back to her own thoughts for a bit longer. All the while you stood, head slowly lowering, feeling your throat and chest slowly coiling and tightening on themselves while you prepare yourself for the rejection incoming. “So what do you have in mind?” Snapping your head up, you find her staring right at you. You could almost hear your own heartbeat as you let out a breath you didn’t even notice you were holding. Glancing past her, you see the enthusiastic nodding and thumbs up given to you by the rest of her members and you pulled out your phone. “I’ll text you the details?”

As far as records go, the company only saw this meet up as a nice meal between a member of their top girl group and their solo artist. You’ve managed to book a small table at a café that you were introduced by a few friends. It was a cozy little place near an alleyway, just a little out of the way of where the crowd would usually go. Settling down in the corner, you were both handed a small menu. Skimming over, you decided to place an order of a cup of coffee and a macaron for a sweet treat. Hyejin took a little longer to look through the menu but also ended up with just a cup of coffee. There was an awkward tension in the air as you constantly try to find topics to speak about to engage the woman sitting opposite of you when all you could get in reply was a few words in reply. With a smile, you could only nod and let the silence blanket the both of you as your drinks and snack came. Every time you looked up from sipping your drink, you could see her silently in her own thoughts and decided not to bother her lest she finds you annoying. It was when you were on the last few sips of your drinks did Hyejin finally speak up.

“I don’t want to be harsh but I don’t think we’d go well together.”

The words echoed in your head as they processed into what she was trying to say. You swallowed down the harsh reality that hit you right in your chest and nodded with a small understanding smile. “Thank you for at least giving me a chance, and of course, being honest with me.” Nodding back, Hyejin went back to sipping her drink as the silence once again settled between the both of you, this time for you to quietly nurse your heart. Setting down the empty cups, the both of your stood as you pulled out your phone and texted your manager to pick the both of you up. While waiting outside the café, Hyejin couldn’t bring herself to look at you. A part of her felt that she had led you on, despite it just being that she couldn’t understand of her own feelings. To make everything simpler for everyone, the best choice would be to reject and ignore it. A hand coming towards her in the corner of her eye surprised her, and with that she finally look at you again. “Friends?” Raising your eyebrow, you silently prayed that whatever happened wouldn’t ruin whatever relationship you had between her and her members. “Friends.” Raising her hand to shake yours, a smile bloomed across her face in relief that you held no anger towards her.

You understood that it will definitely take time to get over the fact that you had a crush on Hyejin, so you chose not to avoid it. Instead, you faced the rejection straight on, and went up to Mamamoo’s studio even more often to interact more with everyone whenever you had the time. Every now and again, you’d also have a member or two pop up in your studio to join in the chaos, much so adding up to your manager’s headache of trying to keep your appearance as an idol intact, knowing well fully that the random moments you shared with the group would most likely air out as update episodes in your mini vlog series. It took a while to realize that by taking a step back from pursuing Hyejin, that you got so much more closer to her. The awkwardness melted away and what was left was a healthy friendship.

It also took a while for Hyejin to realized how much more she had been looking to spend time with you. Or that the increasing number of comments in your vlog series were commenting on how much and fondly she looked at you. It became almost a daily thing to exchange greetings from dawn and annoy one another through text till dusk fell. It got to the point where whenever her phone’s notification rang, does she perk up and rush to it and if it was not a reply from you, she would falter and according to Wheein, “Look like a kicked puppy.” If you had a schedule when she was free, she sometimes tag along with an excuse to keep you company but if you could see her behind all the staff, you’d notice her intense gaze as she studies you. The way you moved, the way you laughed, and even to the way your chest rise and fall as you breathed. Part of her knew what was happening, but she refused to act upon it. It wasn’t fair that you were the one who risked your career to chase her only for her to reject you, and now suddenly changing her mind. You on the other hand didn’t seem to notice all the extra attention you were getting from her and it annoyed Hyejin to a certain extend. She wanted the smiles you gave to everyone directed to only her. She wanted the jokes you shared and the laughter you gave to just be shared between you two.

It drove her crazy, the more she explored her feelings for you. It made her feel things that scared her. Scenarios would appear in her head as she watches you interact with others. Your words would race through her mind as she goes about her day. Images and memories of your gifts and notes pulled on her heartstrings. Maybe. Hyejin silently thinks to herself. Just maybe, I might be crazy. Chuckling to herself as she stopped in front of a set of doors, she sighed. That’s still better than letting someone else hold you, right? Looking up at the sign that stated the opening hours, she pulled out her phone to do a quick check of the time and pushed open to step through the set of doors.

The bass vibrated throughout the entire room as music boomed from the speakers in the practice room. Your eyes were trained upon your form as you connected each movement of your body to flow with the beat of the music. Seeing how focused you were on perfecting the dance routine, your manager could only sigh in failed attempt of trying to make you promise to not overwork yourself when your comeback was right around the corner before leaving for the night. At some point through the evening, you had shed your hoodie, leaving you in a cooling sports bra and sweat pants. Despite the lesser layers, you were drenched in sweat, and your hair had fallen from their ponytail, leaving them sticking uncomfortably to your face and body. Your body cried out in exhaustion as you slowed to a halt along with the music and panted to catch your breath. Slowly pushing yourself upright again, you groaned, body resisting the idea of one last run through of the routine. Right as you were about to hit the play button on your phone again, the soundproofed door of your studio swung open.

Your squeak echoed the room and your eyes darted up and widened in surprise to meet hers through the mirror’s reflection. It took a second for your body and brain to relax when you realized that the intruder meant no harm when you noticed both her hands were occupied. Slowly turning and walking over to the back of the studio where she had moved from the door, you look at Hyejin questioningly before your gaze dropped to the contents in her hands. Instead of putting it down onto the table, she waited for you to walk over to her to pass you the warm cup of coffee and a paper bag. Carefully hold the cup in one hand, you opened the bag to see a lone macaron sitting inside. A wide smile bloomed on your face when your body understood that the sweet treat was a form of energy for you to function and you eagerly pushed it up the bag to take the first bite. You then remembered the very person that delivered it to you and with your mouth full, you could only smile even wider to her as you closed your eyes in bliss as the sugary snack awoke your senses again.

“One date.”

Your eyes snap open as your jaw stopped its movement.

“One date. Just give me one date. I’ll show you I’m worth your time.”

Your smile slowly dropped as you processed what you just heard. Looking back down at the bag and the cup of drink, you recognized the name imprinted on its sides. It was from the very café you two went to on your first and last date. Forcing yourself to look busy by continuing to slowly chewing the one bite in your mouth, you subtly turned your head towards the mirror to look at the woman, not daring to risk eye contact by looking directly at her. Even from the mirror, you could see her intense gaze, as she fidgeted her hands behind her, anxiously waiting for your answer. 

“So? What do you say?”

Swallowing the now mushy mess in your mouth, you slowly looked right back at her. Lifting the drink to your lips and taking a small sip, you looked for traces of this encounter merely being a bad joke of the rejection you faced at her hand a few months ago. When you could find none, you slowly lowered the drink and sighed. Even at such mundane actions, you could see her tense up in anticipation.

You chuckle suddenly, breaking the silence and causing Hyejin to flinch. That in return made you chuckle even harder when her look of confusion and surprise slowly melt away as your laughter went on. Finally taking a breath to stop, you smiled and answered her.

“I was hoping it will be more than just one.”

[gamerwoo]

[The Pack Next Door] Mingi: Friends with Benefits (Part Two)

(photo edit courtesy of @songmingki​)

Characters: Mingi x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, friends to lovers au, angst but not like hard angst it’s kinda mild tbh, lil bit of fluff

Word count: 1,913

Summary: Growing up, you and Mingi were inseparable. You’d been friends your entire life and, as far as you knew, things were never any different. But what you don’t know is that Mingi imprinted on you when he was 15 and first turned into a werewolf, and he had been trying to keep it a secret ever since. And with the awful timing of mating season, he’s hoping he can somehow keep the facade up.

Tags: @sakura-uji​ @xummie​ @peachy-hoon​ @psshwa​ @uglyratlmao​ @uwu-yifan​

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Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and San had come home from classes together, walking through the front door as the two older boys scolded San about his grades. They walked down the hall and past the living room where you and Mingi were sitting on the couch, watching TV. One of your legs was flung over the arm of the couch as you leaned into Mingi, while your best friend was simply sitting straight beside you, keeping his eyes trained on the TV. You saw out of the corner of your eye the three boys barely glance over at you as the kept walking out of sight, before backing up and looking into the living room at the scene.

“What is he doing?” San whispered loud enough for his friends to hear -- they could hear way better than you thanks to their sharp senses -- but quiet enough that you didn’t hear a thing.

“Being a fucking moron,” Seonghwa replied.

You turned your head to look at the audience you now had, “Can I help you?”

Mingi’s eyes had flickered from where he was trying so hard to concentrate on the show, to his brothers. They could hear how fast his heart was beating and see the sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, the way his hands clenched on his thighs, and the way he was basically straining himself to sit still.

Mating season was starting soon for him.

“Uh..._____,” Hongjoong stepped forward with his usual sweet smile, “do you wanna play some soccer in the backyard? I have some extra energy I need to burn.”

“Oh, hell yeah!” you grinned as you jumped up from your spot on the couch. You looked down at your best friend, “Mingi, you wanna ref?”

“Nah, I’m good,” he told you, trying to come across as completely normal.

But there was something off about him.

Still, you shrugged, “Suit yourself.”

Then you followed Hongjoong out to the backyard.

As soon as you were gone, Seonghwa marched up to Mingi, grabbing the younger boy by his shirt and pulling him to his feet. Despite having height on the older boy, Seonghwa wasn’t afraid because he knew he had authority over Mingi.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Seonghwa demanded.

“Yes,” San answered for him with a nod.

This definitely wasn’t the first time Mingi had to go through rut and not let you know. But it seemed this time for some reason, he was being a little too bold for the pack’s liking. It was clear he was having some difficulty being so close to you -- thank god mating season hadn’t actually started for him or there would’ve been nothing to keep him from pouncing on you -- and that was just because he was so close to mating season starting. He definitely had balls to hang out with you alone so close to that time of year where he had to be away from you.

“Hwa, I was fine!” Mingi insisted, holding up his hands in surrender.

“You didn’t look fine,” San interjected, Mingi shooting him a glare to keep out of this.

“What if you hurt her, huh?” Seonghwa demanded. “What if you couldn’t fight the instinct? What if you did something bad to her?”

Mingi whined, “I wasn’t going to!”

“But you could’ve,” Seonghwa stated, giving Mingi a solid shake. “You can’t just act fine and then everything is fine. You can’t pull that shit this close to mating season.”

Seonghwa finally let the younger wolf go, and he frowned as he straightened out his shirt, “What are you, the alpha?”

“No,” Seonghwa offered him a tight smile, “but I know Joong is going to have a lot to say to you, too.”

-

Even though Hongoong never really had to deal with mates before -- even though he’d known you for a few years now but you weren’t properly Mingi’s mate -- he knew it was in his best interest to keep you safe rather than go deal with Mingi. That was why he chose to remove you from the situation and let Seonghwa deal with the younger wolf who clearly had some sort of lapse in judgement. Hongjoong definitely understood that Mingi had to act normally to keep their secret from you, but he didn’t need to take it that far. He should’ve just not invited you over.

“How many wins is that?” you chuckled as you lightly kicked the ball between your feet, quickly an eyebrow at Hongjoong.

He laughed, shaking his head, “Look, you did this for seven years. I’ve only casually played since I met you.”

“Yeah, you launched the ball straight into Wooyoung’s head the first day I met you,” you recalled with a loud laugh.

“But I’ve gotten better at not doing that,” he said proudly, spreading out in the goal to -- hopefully -- catch the ball.

Before you could even swing your leg back to kick the ball, the door opened and San shouted, “Hey!”

The two of you looked over, you lifting your baseball cap to run a hand through your hair before putting it back on your head as you squinted against the sun to see San in the doorway.

“Mingi wanted me to tell you he isn’t feeling well,” San called. “We brought him upstairs to bed but you probably shouldn’t bother him.”

You frowned with a sigh, nodding your head, “Yeah, alright. Thanks, San.”

Even though he could hear the slight disappointment in your voice, San nodded and went back inside.

“You okay?” Hongjoong wondered, resting his stance.

You let out air between your lips, your lips flapping like a horse for a few seconds as you tried to gather your thoughts, “Mingi always has something going on where he just disappears like, twice a year. He has since he ran away our freshman year of high school. I kind of expected it to happen again but it like, always happens. I dunno, I’m just worried, I guess.”

Hongjoong frowned. He knew you cared about Mingi, and he should’ve figured you would catch onto it after a while. He used to always use the fact he was ‘sick’ as an excuse, but he had to get more creative when you begged him to see a doctor his senior year since he was always getting really sick twice a year. It then became ‘I’m a counselor at a week-long sleepaway camp’ or ‘I’m going skiing with my friends’ or things like that. Anything where he could avoid you for about a week until he was feeling normal again. Because if you were around him while he was in rut, he would have zero self control and would pin you against anything and go crazy. That was the last thing any of them wanted.

“He’s just...” Hongjoong trails off as his eyes find Mingi’s window from the backyard, though the blinds are pulled shut so neither of you can see inside.

But Hongjoong already knows that Seonghwa has probably dragged him up to his bedroom and ordered him to stay there until the alpha comes in to scold him for being so careless with you. But he also knows staying away from your mate is difficult -- not that he knows personally but he’s heard.

And Hongjoong never finishes his sentence because honestly, he’s not really sure what to say.

-

You finish your game of soccer with Hongjoong early because you decide you’re not really in the mood to play anymore. You’re not really an emotional kind of person, but anyone can tell you’re bummed out because of Mingi. You know things will go back to normal after a week, but you just wish you understood why this pattern kept happening. What happened to Mingi when he ran away?

Honestly, your best bet was that he joined a cult.

As you were leaving the house, Jongho was getting out of his car, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. He smiled at you as you passed by him to get to your car.

“Mingi’s girlfriend leaving so soon?” he joked -- well, as far as you knew.

Did you feel a little different toward Mingi ever since he came back freshman year, yes? You kind of thought maybe it was because you were afraid of losing him again, but it had stuck around until college, and that was a little weird to you. Still, you never said anything to him because you two had been best friends since you were babies. The two of you were voted ‘best partners in crime’ and ‘should’ve dated’ -- the latter was a little awkward since you were dating someone else at the time -- when you were seniors because of how close you were. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship because you were pretty sure he didn’t feel the same. He probably saw you as a sister. So you left things alone.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes with a playful smile, “Eat a dick, dude.”

His friends often teased you for being his ‘girlfriend’, and Mingi typically responded in the same fashion. But the teasing continued because his friends knew that while it embarrassed Mingi, it was the only way they could hint at how he felt about you.

“Why’re you leaving?” Jongho asked, turning around to keep talking to you. “You usually stay longer.”

You looked over your shoulder, this time rolling your eyes in a less playful way, “Mingi’s sick.”

“...Oh,” he nodded, already understanding the situation. “Well, uh, we could hang out tomorrow after classes if you want? Maybe go get slushies at the gas station or something?”

Even though Mingi’s friends would never replace him, they had become your friends since you were around them so often. And whenever Mingi was away, they always offered to do things with you like go to the arcade or get pizza at the beach or something. 

You shrugged, unlocking your car and opening the door, “We’ll see.”

After waving a quick goodbye, Jongho went into the house. He could hear Hongjoong raising his voice a little at Mingi from outside, but he had drowned it out so he could converse with you. But now that he was inside and saw Seonghwa and San sitting on the couch watching the show that you and Mingi had left on, he was more intrigued.

“Mingi started mating season already?” he wondered.

From upstairs, he heard the wolf in question reply, “I did not!”

“You’re too close to it to have _____ around,” Hongjoong reminded him, his voice also traveling from upstairs.

It was true, it was supposed to start really soon. Nobody could ever place the exact day, but they kept track of around what times in the year it happened. It was like having your period but minus the blood -- for males, anyway -- and with a lot more sexual aggression.

“So the excuse this time is that he’s sick?” Jongho asked before adding on, “Again?”

“What did you want me to say?” Seonghwa asked. “They were sitting on the couch together so it was the only thing that made sense. I couldn’t say he suddenly went off on vacation, now could I?”

“We always keep _____ away from the house, anyway,” San shrugged, waving the problem away. “It’ll be fine. She never questions it, anyway.”

“She will question it eventually,” Seonghwa pointed out. “We can’t keep this up forever, and neither can Mingi.”

[full-hd-sun]

Instagram algorithms

Pairing:

Johnny/Ten

Warnings and genres:

Romantic Fluff, Happy Ending, Strangers to Lovers, Idols, Attempt at Humor, Dancer Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten

Summary:

They say, "Never say never." In an instant - you don't even think about dancing and it's annoys you, but in another moment - you are ready to make a room with a pole in your future apartment, so that "he" dances only for you.

     - By today, the shooting of the video is over! Thank you all for the work done, everyone is free! - said the director, and the guys could finally exhale. The staff collected the decorations, and the guys went to the dressing rooms. They had ten minutes to change - a car was already waiting for them on the street to take them to the dorm.

Johnny was sorry to part with his clothes for filming, because he really loved the style that the stylists chose for him. When he went to the store himself, he could choose clothes like a bum-style type, which upset him. While Johnny was changing, he had the thought that now he would have to return to his empty dorm room, where no one was waiting for him, and the second part of the bed was cold and not warmed by anyone’s body.

He had a neighbor named Taeyong, but the next week he is going to move to his boyfriend Jaehyun’s, so they would leave him all alone in the room. Sometimes he was so jealous of them. Johnny also wanted to have someone who could lie on top, and he would bury his fingers in the hair of this “someone”, which are still a little damp after a shower, and would exchange soft kisses with him, talking about something of theirs, secret.

And so the group was standing by the car. While the guys getting into the car, Johnny tried to order food delivery, because he is exhausted. He take a seat next to Mark, and they started discussing the filming and remembered how Jaehyun blushed when they forced him to shoot a video with the tackle phrase “Jeogiyo nuna hokshi namjachingu isseoyo”. After hearing it, Yoonoh blushed again and hid behind Taeyong’s back, who responded by gently stroking his head.

While they had such conversations, they quickly got to dorm, and fled to their rooms, because everyone wanted to wash finally off the makeup that irritated the skin. Taeyong took the bathroom, and Johnny cheered himself up and go to Instagram, while waiting for a friend to free room. Since he is a great connoisseur of high-quality photos, he follows many photographers and on average he spent four hours a day on Instagram.

      - This is outstanding ... Taeyong, come here! Look what a gorgeous shot! I’m crazy about this photographer! - Johnny yelled while lifting his phone into the air.

      - You say that about every photographer you follow, - Tae replied trying not to move his facial muscles to keep the mask from slipping. - And if it’s an animal on the photo ... - he did not have time to finish the sentence, because Johnny poked him with his phone almost in the face.

      - Just look! What color correction, what kind of exposure, and how well the background is visible, which does not distract from the foreground. Everything is harmonious as hell! - Suh shakes his phone. - I won’t find content on Instagram better than animals or professional photography, - Johnny switched to the recommendations feed.

      - I wouldn’t be so sure. I also thought so before, but you know, Instagram recommendations can throw something interesting. I’ve found so many edits made by our fans. When I’m not in the mood, they amuse me, - replied Lee, removing the mask and smearing the remnants of it on his neck with thin fingers.

      - Well, yes, artificial intelligence does not stand still, but it will definitely not be cooler than well-taken photographs or animals. - said Johnny, accidentally clicking on the first post in the recommendations.

The video showed a guy was on his knees and pressed his buttocks to the pole. When the calm music began, he threw one hand on the pole, and the other temptingly ran over the body. Then he spread his knees to the sides, grabbed the pole with both hands and turned over in the air, as if this did not require special strength, standing on his right leg, and wrapping his left leg around the pole. All his movements were smooth and calm, like a surface of a sea on an early sunny morning. The video was short, but Johnny seems to have spent a lot more watching, and Taeyong pulled him out of the trance by snapping his fingers to his ear.

      - Hey, I told you here how the guys and I spent the weekend, and you didn’t even hummed. You seem to have seen a new photo there that fascinated you? - said Lee and tried to look at the elder’s phone, but last quickly blocked it.

      - No, I thought about the upcoming photo sessions. Again, so many things will have to be applied, the hair will be torment ... - Johnny tried to redirect topic in another side, because he knew that Lee was a fan of crying about transformations during each comeback and how he fed up with everything.

      - Oh yes, this is awfull. They will paint me in long-ass colour again and dress something on me, like in Fire Truck’s era ... - Taeyong complained.

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Several weeks after that video, Johnny followed actively that dancer. His name was Ten, and it turned out that he danced not only on the pole but also hip-hop, traditional Chinese dances, and even ballet ... Of course, pole dancing received the most views and admired comments. Suh watched and commented on all Ten’s videos, were on all the lives and tried to memorize every guy’s emotion.

- So, we have everybody here broken down by parts, so while the rap-line is being recorded, the vocals can have some rest. You can go take a coffee, - said the record director and disappeared into the studio with Mark and Taeyong.

Jungwoo promised that he would stay at the studio and write to the American in case of anything, so Johnny went to the cafe downstairs for calm breakfast with meringues and coffee.

He felt like a teenager when he thought about how to get attention from this handsome guy dancer. At first Johnny thought about writing Ten in direct, but he probably already has a lot of fans, so Johnny’s message will just get lost among a bunch of others. Then he thought to invite Ten as a backing dancer to their video, but they already had enough people, and then Suh thought if he received such an offer, he would definitely block this person. Therefore, Johnny was waiting for an opportunity to drive up to the guy as invisibly as possible.

Suddenly, a notification came that Ten had a new post. Opening it, Johnny flew out of this world altogether: in the video, Ten, slightly sag in the back, leaning on the pole only with his shoulder blades, but what Suh paid all his attention to was that the dancer was on high heels. Rather rhythmic music played, but Ten hit the beat with every particle of his body, captivating the American’s mind. He arching as if his bones were made from gelatin. Ten playfully shot his eyes into the lens, and Johnny felt like these eyes were hitting into his heart. Eagerly absorbing every movement, repeating Ten’s emotions on his face. When the dance ended, Ten found himself in the same position as in the beginning.

Johnny really regretted that he didn’t smoke, otherwise he would have smoked a whole pack. So he took a cup of Americano brought by the server and drank it all in a few sips. Johnny just forgot how to breathe. Previously, he did not notice a special love for dancing, especially the pole, he just did not understand the meaning. And now he is ready to find out the address of the studio where Ten dances, and even if this is some god-choked club somewhere on the edge of the city - Johnny is ready to come there and watch the guy dances, and then come to the hostel and will fantasize, remembering his cunning, fox gaze and light movements. Although somewhere deep in his soul he wanted Ten to dance only for him. Johnny was even ready to give him a room in his future apartment where Ten would dance only for him.

From such thoughts the blood rushed to the right place, but Johnny had no time to go to relax - he saw a message from Jungwoo: he wrote that it was time for them to go recording. So he quickly finished eating the meringue and having paid, ran up the stairs.

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The guys were exhausted: they had a promotion for the “Cherry Bomb” tour, and the last city they sang was Seoul. Before the concert there were three days off, the group divided into units: one unit slept all day, got up to eat in the evening, and went to bed again, and the second unit just played games all day, ate a lot and lay in bed, conducting live.

The time was approaching midnight, when Johnny tired of watching YouTube, so he remembered about Ten’s Instagram. When he opened the application, he immediately saw a post about Lulu, a cute short-legged cat, very popular on YouTube, who also had a “brother”. It was a short video of Lulu trying to steal a piece of cake from the hostess. This made Johnny uwu-face and flipped down the page, bumping into Ten’s post. It said that they were recruiting for a pole dancing group.

At first Johnny lit up with joy, as this is a great opportunity to roll up to the guy and pull him into his net. But he is an idol, the day after tomorrow is a concert, he needs to rest ... He weighed the pros and cons for a very long time and finally went to Taeyong, who probably did not sleep because he is working on the lyrics of a new song.

Johnny tapped his knuckles gently on the wooden door. After a couple of seconds, he heard Tae’s stomping outside the door and a tousled head appeared from there with glasses slipping to the tip of his nose.

- Oh Johnny, it’s you. Come in, just try as quietly as possible - Jae-na fall asleep, he was spinning for a long time and could not sleep, - Lee whispered, opening the door wider and letting in the guest.

Suh sat down on Taeyong’s bed and wondered how to tell properly his friend about the situation, and decided that it would be better to dump everything on a clean one.

- Taeyong, I just decided ... I want to go pole dancing. What do you think about it? Johnny asked, looking up hesitantly at Lee, who was intently crossing out individual lines of the song in his notebook. He was not even surprised at this question and just asked.

-And who is this lucky guy that you want to attract? - with a slight grin on his face.

Johnny at first did not understand what the guy was driving at, and told that he had read somewhere there that it is useful for physical fitness, like you won’t be a jerk, but your hands will be strong. And then he realized, so he ran his eyes around the room, trying not to show it.

- In what sense of “lucky-guy”? I just decided for myself. I saw one guy dancing ... - Suh started talking, but was interrupted by Lee, who finished the sentence in his place.

- And you conquered him with your skills, am I right? Taeyong finally raised his head and turned sideways to his friend.

Johnny’s face was full of emotion, but the first thing Taeyong saw was embarrassment. He hit the mark.

- But how did you guess? - the American rubbed the tips of his ears.

- Well, first - you were never very interested in dancing at rehearsals, I never saw yours much zeal to dancing. Second, - Tae bent his second finger, turning his back to Johnny and recording something, - everyone has noticed for a long time that you spend a lot of time on the phone watching videos of some dancer on repeat. And our Doyoung, like a bloodhound dog, found him in your subscriptions and we also watched all of his videos. You have a good taste for guys, Johnny-hyung, - said Taeyong mockingly, making the elder blush even more and stare at the floor, - Well, third, even though you wear oversized clothes, yours “daddy” is all it is equally visible and he gives you up with giblets.

Johnny reflexively grabbed onto the aforementioned spot, covering it up, making Taeyong burst out laughing.

- But how did you all know? Johnny asked to deflect the subject from such an awkward moment.

- Well at least that you look hilarious when you watch him dancing and try to copy his facial expressions. And also, when you were dancing in the training hall with headphones on, I could admire how you tried to sit on the splits and your pants were torn right in the middle. - Lee could no longer restrain himself and burst into soundless laughter.

Johnny would fall through the floor if he found out that this shame was seen by someone else, but he can trust Lee, so they laughed, but not loudly, as Yoonoh tossed and turn in his sleep and Taeyong left to calm him down and sang him a song.

Johnny continued to sit on the edge of the bed, face propped in his hands, and watched about the couple. They were insanely cute: Jaehyun would often massage Taeyong’s back and legs on set because the latter was training too hard and was exhausted, and Yoonoh also brought food for Lee because Taeyong usually forgot to eat during day and then ate so much before going to bed and half of the night turning from side to side. Taeyong always asked everyone to be quiet in the car when Jaehyun fell asleep on his shoulder or lap; they were at the gunpoint of the cameras and behaved cautiously, no one could say that they were meeting, but the tenderness that they gave to each other was in the air and encouraged others to meet the soul mate, for whom they would want to move mountains. If they fought, then at most they could not talk for half an hour, one of them always came to another and childishly held out his little finger with the words “Make friends, make friends, Never, never break friends, if you do - You’ll catch the flu, And that will be the end of you”, and in the morning Mark and Donghyuck, who live next door, complained of banging on the wall and low sighs.

Johnny took a deep breath because he wasn’t sure guys like Ten needed a relationship. He seems to be married to the gym and pole. Meanwhile, Lee calmed Jung down and returned to the chair. Johnny looked up and asked hesitantly.

      - Well, since you already know everything about this, then ... Should I try?

Taeyong was silent for a minute, and then he spoke.

      - I think yes. It will be very difficult for you, but I am confident in you like in no one else.

      - To be honest, I’m terrified. I’ll be like a cow on ice ...

      - Love overpowers fear, - Taeyong whispered mysteriously and returned to his notes.

But really, what would he lose if he just tried? Yes, he will look ridiculous trying to climb the pole, but isn’t it worth it to make Ten laugh and cheer him up? When Doyoung was sad before the vlive, Johnny made him laugh in more ridiculous ways, and nothing, no one stopped loving him less because of this. Johnny decided that he should justify the feelings that arose in him six months ago, and he would rather get a refusal now than continue to sigh mindlessly for this guy.

      - You’re right, - Johnny whispered sharply and frightened Taeyong, who had already forgotten that Suh is still here, - I’ll take this first step towards winning the dancer’s heart, and either I’ll be refused, or I can bathe in his love.

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After speaking a little more with Tae and finally dispelling his indecision, Johnny returned to his room. Now he had to write to Ten about his desire to dance, but it was not as easy as he imagined. He could only hope that his message would not get lost among others. He opened a direct with Ten.

Hello! Saw yours last post about recruiting a pole dance group. Are there still free positions?

He wrote this with shaking hands, but was very glad that he dared to take such a step. Deciding to distract himself from waiting of the dancers answer, Suh turned on video. It was fourteen minutes to three o’clock in the morning when Johnny received an Instagram alert on his phone.

Hi Hi. Just in time for the last. When will it be convenient for you to come?

The American was as delighted with the message as the schoolgirl to whom her love was answered. He wanted to squeak, but remembered in time that it was now like night. So Johnny buried himself in the pillow and muttered something joyful in his own way and then exhaled deeply. For a long time he could not leave the message read.

I don’t know yet, because I have a work, but I would like to get to your group.

Johnny wrote to Ten, hit the send button and immediately fall asleep.

In the morning his message was read, but with no response. Johnny imagined thousand and one reasons of his stupidness and was already ready to cry in Taeyong’s shoulder but he was stopped by Mark, who pleased the older one to reconcile him with Donghyuck, because he accidentally deleted a game from theirs computer because of lack of memory, and now the youngest was mortally offended by him. During lunch and Johnny did not touch the phone again. And only when they went to their rooms, Johnny finally remembered the correspondence.

He had never run to the phone so quickly. Grabbing it, Johnny sighed with relief: Ten answered. He did not dare to open the message for a long time, fearing rejection, but then he remembered Taeyong’s words and said “Well, no matter what, i open” and read the message.

If you want, you can come to the introductory lesson tomorrow at twenty minutes to three in the afternoon.

Johnny could not believe his happiness: tomorrow he will see this charm boy live and that is why he became strange, because after that he happily jogged in the room and shouted - Who is sexy Frau? I am sexy Frau!!, without even thinking - Frau is a woman, but he can say so, he has such an event. He picked up the phone and wrote a message:

Oh, sure. What should I take with me?

The answer came quickly, as if Ten were expecting his message:

Yourself.

Johnny wondered if either Ten was as weird as he was, or that the message was not meant for him. But he decided not to upset himself and just hugged the phone, imagining tomorrow.

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Arriving at the address showed by Ten, Johnny doubted for a very long time: was this message really was intended for him? Maybe Ten is expecting to see someone another. In moments like this, Suh forgets that he is an idol. He sat down on the sofa in the hall and waited.

Johnny was drawn from his thoughts by a human shadow blocking the light in front of him. He looked up and gasped - it was Ten who smiled to him. Johnny sat with his mouth open, and Ten realized how much he impressed Suh - he silently pulled Johnny with him. As the man stood up and followed the dancer, he noticed his height advantage and noted the strength with which Ten was pulling him forward.

They didn’t walk long, but during that time Johnny had time to study him: he had beautifully tousled silver hair, he was wearing a big loose T-shirt and sweatpants, and he smelled a mix of a little sweat and fresh mint. Johnny was so shocked to be so close to Ten that he didn’t even notice bringing him to the training room: it looked much smaller than theirs room, but it was just as cozy here, and Johnny thought the soundproofing was better here than in theirs company’s gym.

- So what dance would you like to dance? - asked Ten with honey voice, closing the door behind him. Johnny became very uncomfortable, because they were together there, and then his “daddy” made itself felt, showing through the fabric of tight jeans. I thought about wearing something loose,- he thoughts, and then looked up and caught the curious gaze of a dancer who was grinning and looking as sly as in his video.

- I would like to.. With you in ... I mean, dance on the pylon, you do it so wonderful and easily, it’s incredible ... - Johnny explained, looking at the floor like a child guilty of something. Ten only nodded in response to his praise.

- Well, since you are so amazed, would you like to see one of my best dances? - asked Ten after a pause and, without waiting for an answer, turned to the speakers behind him to find the music. - You can sit there - Ten pointed on the rugs.

Johnny decided that sitting down would be the best decision he made today. He sat down on the mat and, as it seemed to him, imperceptibly corrected his disgrace in his pants, but Ten saw everything watching the American in the mirror. Dancer just grinned at this maneuver.

Ten finally found the song, turned it on and ran briskly to the pole. He shook his head, stretched, and the song “Baby Don’t Like It “played. Johnny didn’t even immediately realize that it was a song from his group, he just thought he had already heard it somewhere.

Ten’s shoulders were wider than the guys his height, but he was very slim and flexible. Every movement of his hips made Johnny squeal inside, his arms were thin and even seemed a little feminine, but when he grabbed the pole, Suh opened his mouth in surprise and wondering where so much power in such a body. The song was alluring, and the atmosphere which Ten created with his dance was such that you can cut the air with a knife. At first, Johnny was controlling himself, but then he gazed at the guy. He even rarely blinked so as not to miss a single movement. There was nothing vulgar in dancer’s movements, but the way he presented the dance left nothing in his thoughts, except sexual fantasies. The guy glides along the pylon like a snake, and that sly look pins to Suh. Ten definitely understood his sexuality and knew what to press on. From time to time Johnny pinched his own hand to calm down a little.

Alas, Ten’s dance came to the end, and Johnny again did not even notice. His throat was dry, he wanted to drink even more than then in the cafe. With this dance, Ten finally won Suh’s heart.

- What do you think about it? - asked Ten. He slid down the pylon and sat on the floor opposite Johnny.

- You’re just like God, - croaked American. The dancer only smiled at this.

- You can just call me Ten.

Johnny didn’t know what to say to that and just hummed. He thought it would be much easier in live communication. Ten seemed not even tense. But he apparently felt that the tension was still there and emanated from Johnny.

- Well, will you sit and be silent, or will you offer to go on a date? - Ten interrupted the silence, getting closer to Johnny. Suh did not expect such a turn.

- Sorry, what?

- Come on, they’ve already told me everything about your love for me. I am the best friend of one of your group mate, and he told me about your feelings, - the dancer laughed, standing up from the floor and sitting down next to Suh, who was crazy about the situation. - At first I didn’t believe it either, because I have been a fan of yours group for a long time, and my bias is a fan of my dances, - Ten continued to twitter while Johnny was digesting the information. He could just use one of his morons - classmates, but he sat for six months like an idiot and suffered?

Did it suddenly happen that the person he loved was also a fan? Well, it flabbergasted me. Johnny just couldn’t help but smile with happiness.

Interrupting Ten’s speech, Suh pulled him into a gentle kiss, gently hugging the guy by the shoulders, because he was afraid of breaking Ten’s back with his strength. As expected, this guy is wonderful in everything, even in the kiss he brought his individuality. When they pulled away from each other, Ten chuckled.

- Well, actually, at first I would prefer to go on a date, but I also like your version. But wait a minute.

Ten got to his feet and turned the key in the lock, and then came back, knelt down directly to Suh and crawled on top of him like a cat.

- So where did we stop?

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After a hot relaxation in the training room, Ten and Johnny took a shower separately, and Suh, like a gentleman, invited the guy to dinner. They went to the ramen cafe, where they ordered a few servings of noodles because they lost a lot of calories. It turned out they were like two pears in a pod: Ten argued with Johnny, who would eat two portions of ramen faster. Suh would win, but so as not to upset Ten, he patiently waited for him to eat his portions first, and then, like a child, rejoiced for him, clutching his cheeks.

Until recently, Johnny did not even know how to talk to a guy, but now they tried the forbidden fruit, albeit in the hall, but they will definitely repeat this in all places, because the elder now knows how much Ten fell in love with him during this time. Johnny could not want more, but fate rewarded him for restraint with a gift in the form of this adorable kitten.

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Chapter 4 (this chapter will probably be the sadist chapter and could be a smoll surprise at the end)

so im trying to make a chapter every 24 hrs... i think. so um thnx for reading my previous stories and pls enjoy this one!

key:

red = violence or de@th

orange = tw that arent violence (could be violent for u)

blue = able to read for everyone i hope

tw: violence (kidn@pping, @buse (slightly), r@pe (slightly, dw its not too much)), caps, de@th mention, siblings

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There was only 1 day until Saika's mother came home and it was today, and Saika obviously wasn't excited for that. Saika went for a walk until she got dragged into an ally by a masked person and was knocked out. She felt her surroundings as she was being dragged away. She couldn't see anything though. The floor was cold and the room was dark.

Saika's blindfold was taken off and there stood an old man who looked like a huge creep. Duct tape was on her mouth and her hands were tied. The old man walked up to her and started to touch her legs seductively. Saika was powerless. She tried to prevent the man by keeping her legs shut and kicking him. The creep was mad. He put up his fists when the creep fell to the floor. It was Aori! Aori helped untie Saika and took the tape off her mouth. Saika jumped into Aori's arms and cried. Aori started to cry too. They both felt a huge amount of pain of one person who was hurt.

Other footsteps were heard, slowly coming towards them. A small figure stood at the entrance.

"S-Saika-chan!?" Kinako cried. Tears were already falling down her cheek and ran up to Saika.

Saika let go of Aori and hugged Kinako. They both were relieved that they both were safe. Kinako was small and vulnerable. Saika hated that and didn't want anyone to force themselves onto her. Saika wanted Kinako to be hers more desperately than ever to protect her. The two loosened the hug and were now inches away from eachother's faces. Both quickly let go and turned around blushing very hard.

"W-we should go now," Kinako suggested, "It's very cold now..."

Everyone left the place and was back in the sun. The sun warmed them up until they were satisfied. Saika went back home to see her mother is already there.

"WHERE WERE YOU?!" her mother screamed.

"I-I w-was k-kidnapped," Saika replied stuttering. She still was crying a bit and her eyes were red.

"This is why I told you to marry a man. You're too weak to fight men off. Girl's are not fighters either. That is a man's job. You're so weak you couldn't even bribe the man with money instead!"

"COULD YOU STOP CALLING ME WEAK?!" Saika cried. Her eyes were filled with more tears. Tears of anger.

She felt a pain on her cheek to realizing her mother had slapped her.

"YOU DARE TO SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT? YOU ARE SUCH A DISGRACE TO BEING LADYLIKE AND DEFINITELY A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY!" her mother screamed back.

"I WAS KIDNAPPED! YOU CARE ABOUT THE FAMILY, MONEY AND MEN WAY MORE THAN YOUR OWN DAUGHTER! YOU DON'T EVEN SPEND TIME WITH HER YOU DON'T REALIZE SHE IS SO DISTANT FROM YOU!"

"I AM NOT DISTANT WE ARE PERFECTLY FINE!"

"THEN WHAT IS MY FAVOURITE COLOUR!" "HA! ARE YOU STUPID? IT'S PINK!"

"HAHA WRONG! IT'S YELLOW AND IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN!"

"YELLOW IS A BOY'S COLOUR YOU DISGRACE! YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED INSTEAD OF YOUR FATHER!"

Saika's rage fell down by that last sentence. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Saika darling, I am very most sorry." her mother said, acting like nothing happened, "I have gotten a little non-ladylike. How silly of me!"

"W-what do you mean dad is dead?" Saika muttered.

"I-I.... um.. Don't worry! You can forget about him. He is already dead, and is the least successful of the family.", her mother replied calmly.

Saika stormed into her room went on her phone.

Kinako?

Hiya saika chan!

May I stay over your house for a bit?

of course!

Thank you!

get packed! i will meet u at the park!

Okay.

Saika got ready and packed her stuff. She walked downstairs and already saw a note on the kitchen bench.

Dear Saika,

I have left for a small break. I will be back and do not go anywhere.

Kind Regards,

Your mother.

Saika ignored it because she knew that her mother was going out to a fancy restaurant. Saika got to the park and saw Kinako again. Saika followed Kinako to her house and before they entered, Saika was warned.

"Be prepared, Saika. I promise you, it's not that bad but prepare. Your. Self."

Saika gulped and went inside. What she needed to prepare for wasn't really what she expected.

"I'm home!" Kinako called out.

A bunch of kids started running up to her and a commotion of loving siblings made Saika giggle a bit.

"Onee-chan! Who is that?" one of them asked.

"Kisaki! It's her date remember!!!" the other said which looked like the other boy's twin.

Saika blushed a bit.

"AHHHH! SHUSH!" Kinako blushed so hard.

After getting everyone under control, Kinako made dinner with Saika.

"Where do you want to sleep?" Kinako asked, "I don't have a spare room sorry!"

"D-do you think I can sleep with you?" Saika asked still blushing.

Kinako looked away from the cooking pot into Saika's eyes. She blushed again (so much blushing) and replied with a simple "Sure!".

Dinner was done and all the kids were done showering. They all finished eating and went to do their own things but Kai went to bed.

Kinako and Saika took turns to shower. Kinako showered first, then Saika. Kinako waited in her room staring at her ceiling fan. She replayed Saika asking to sleep with her. She was so inside her imaginations she didn't realize Saika was waving her hand infront of Kinako's face.

"Kiiiiiiinaaaaakoooooooooo!" Saika whispered.

"What are you doing...?" Kinako asked.

"Seeing if you were alive on earth and not in spce!"

The two giggled until talked until 11 pm. Kinako checked to make sure the kids were all asleep and went back to her room. Saika was already under the covers and Kinako went under. They fell asleep to facing each other's backs both having their dreams take over.

Kinako woke up to hear pictures being taken. She slowly opened her eyes to see all the kids at the door, with a phone, taking pictures of her.

"Why are you taking pictures?" She asked flatly.

They all pointed at Saika who was hugging the smaller person in her sleep. Kinako jaw dropped and was blushing once more.

All the kids snicker until Tsubaki said, "Time to get ready now guys!"

All the kids said "aww" and left.

Kinako giggled and faced back at Saika who was still dead asleep with her arms around Her. It was very warm and Kinako slept for 10 more minutes not wanting to wake Saika nor wanting to end it.

When Saika woke up, she felt a small tight person hugging her stomach and she was hugging the person back. She then realize who it was. (Y'all know I don't need to repeat uwu!) She was staring in shock and awe that she was closer to Kinako than she could ever imagine. Literately. She felt something weird on her chest. She looked down and I wonder what she saw... Kinako's chest upon Saika's. She was hotter now and was so wrapped in the soft touch of Kinako.

"Mmmmm... Saika." Kinako muttered in her sleep.

Saika was so red, she was as red as a rose. It was really awkward when they both got up together. 0.0

They made breakfast and pretended it didn't happen. Saika and Kinako chose to skip school today. Kinako asked Aori to pick up the kids from school.

Kinako and Saika were cuddling on a couch under a blanket. They were watching movies. Saika looked at Kinako who was glued to the movie. Kinako realized and looked back at Saika. They both were now an inch away from each other's faces. They started to slowly lean closer until they both felt a pair of soft lips on their faces. It was deep and passionate until they stopped for air. They stared into the other's eyes and then looked away madly blushing. Their gazes slowly went back to each other, about to kiss again when they heard something from the window. It was Aori and the other kids taking photos. They all went to hide behind the old shed in the backyard but Kinako was already there.

"I'm taking your phones away for a week." Kinako sad plainly, "You too Aori."

The kids, including Aori, gave their phones to Kinako. They all went inside and relaxed. Saika stayed at Kinako's house for a week.

She wasn't excited to go back. She wanted to stay with Kinako. She wanted to live with her. She wanted to be with her. But she couldn't because of her mother.

If Saika could choose to spend her life for 1 thing, it would be Kinako.

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CPAU: DisCo

pls kno im not a serious writer thank;; also it’s my replies only, i didnt share anyone elses (unless they want to share killer and his s/o’s whole thread along with the sideplots, i dont wanna paste their replies without permission tho i plan not to)

this may include othertale spoilers and rahafwabas’ killer!sans comic references

gonna put this on wattpad too

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Dust explores the CP. he sees Color and his rainbow cracked skull is the first thing he catches. Color sees him back and walks to him first. “heya. i see you’re about to cause trouble.”

“wh... what? pfff...” Dust is surprised Color already knows who he is. “i can’t if this is some large christmas gathering. isnt it on christmas, you have to be well... GOOD???”

Color jumps back from the yell. “of course you have to. but, you’re one of those sanses, so i can’t stop ya.” Then, he realizes something. “say, aren’t you killer’s friend? have you two met before?”

Dust remembers who Killer is. “ohhh, that man?? yeah, we had to date once during our bad sanses sleepover. horror held the event cause it was halloween at the time.”

“huh... well, this is dangerous of me, i’m talkin’ to ya and anytime you might just kill me.” Color chuckles. “however, I know sanses can control themselves. I know killer can. he thinks i have to kill him, but it’s just wrong. i think he can change. he doesnt have to fuel himself with thoughts of murdery.”

Dust feels roasted. “WOW?? heheheh!! you’re so smart those colors must be how high your IQ is!”

“heheh, oh, that. so, here’s my story. i absorbed souls in a genocide timeline. i was about to die, so it’s the only thing i had to do. that’s why i look like that... that...”

Color gets interrupted by Dance, who teleported next to him. “uhhh...”

//OH NO COLOR X DANCE CRACK SHIP ALERT CAUSE COLOR!SANS LOOKS LIKE THOSE LED LIGHTS THAT SWITCH COLOR TO COLOR AHSJSJSK

— — —

“heya. you’re quite the party lights in here.” Dance is getting the gay feeling.

“oh, heheh, wow, huh?” Color feels awkward. “heyy, i know you! you’re that shy dancer who doesn’t get much stage fright the more he gets used to dancing. hip hop, right?”

“yep. yeah, that’s my genre.” Dance blushes. “what AU are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“i’m from othertale. fun fact, the AU’s not about me! i’m pretty much undyne’s supporting character.” Color laughs.

“cool...” Dance likes him- “i like your colors. where’d you get your lights?”

“oh, i was just explaining to dust pal here I got it from human souls. i, um, absorbed ‘em. needed it cause i was aboutta die.”

“that must be risktaking of you for your own life, c...” Dance winks, his left eye open. “hey, maybe we should... dance, sometime...”

Dust laughs at Color and Dance, gives a hard pat on Color’s shoulder. “uh oh, GAY alert!!!” Phantom!Papyrus is probably shook at this point.

— — —

“heh... sorry to say, but you’re too nice and popular to be with me.” Color answers. “I, um... already had letters with someone. kinda like dust, but...”

“it’s ok. if i dance too much, that’s when the beats go off.” Dance understands.

“yeah... honestly, he’d kill you if he sees you. If he were in this party and you say that to me... he’ll overthink his actions and end up on a killing spree.”

Dance knows who he’s talking about. “wait. you don’t mean... how...???”

“how?”

“how... how is he with you? wait, i must be assuming. who are you with, but not really?”

— — —

“u-uh... he likes... someone else, n-n-now...” Dance being the shy sweatpants boi he is puts on his hood blushing. “sorry, i said too much...”

“o-oh, no problem! killer chose me anyway, but i only chose him back cause he wants me to be his guy...de.” Color winks for the pun. guy-de for ‘guide’ lol.

— — —

Then, Color says his name.

“killer. he told me everything about himself. personally. there was no one else but me and him. like an error in his anti-void.”

“oh, uh... he’s h-here, actually...” Dance hesitates. “wait... i still have more to say...”

“ok.”

Dust walks out of the conversation, continuing to follow Red.

Red sees Killer being cute. “ah *shoes*-//“

he notices himself getting his words censored and thats embarrassing. “WHAT THE-////“

— — —

Color and Dance walks in.

“hey, what’s happening here?” Color asks.

“hi red...” Dance waves. “i hope your anger management’s doing well.”

Red’s starting to think he’s gonna have a BIG WHOOP. “OK, what’s goin’ on here?! who set this?! cigar’rus?!” he mentions US!Pap, the host of the therapy closet session.

— — —

Killer sees Dust and feels a bit scarEd. “hiya.”

“welcome to the party, that goes to the three of you....” Dance still shying out tho.

“hey buddy red. tough day? i heard you yelling back there.” Color helps Red.

“ya heard nothin, newbie!” Red nervously laughs. “feel like imma get stabbed by that dust guy there! or any of those funkers!”

Killer breaks up with Color 3 2 1-

“sir’s probably lookin’ for us, we should find a way out.” Dust puts a hand around Killer.

Killer blushes. “wait...// im still wearing this.”

Dust lets go. “ohhh’kayyy, take your time...”

Killer rubs both of his sleeves until he sees Color. “color....?”

“uh...” Color stops hiding behind Dance, holds Dance’s hand, and blushes. “yeah, it’s me.”

Dance blushes back, HE A HERMIT CRAB//) “(c-color, whuh)”

“long time no see.”

“heheh... i heard you found someone else, so... hey, it’s okay! if he can help you, honestly, i just said yes so i could control you. and, uh, manipulation is one of the bad things in relationships, right? so...”

Killer listens to Color. “don’t feel bad.”

“i’m gonna walk off cause i don’t wanna get caught. oh, and one more thing.” Color shows Killer he’s holding Dance’s hand. “once you see it, you can ditch me.”

“s-s-sorry/////“ Dance mutters while hiding in his hood hiding away his blue blushy flustering face.

last one: shoutout to outer sans being a fluffy pillow to the bad sanses out there uwu

Outer, still next to RainbowKill, looks at Dust while Color and Dance walk away together. Not only he should help Killer calm down, but maybe him too. He probably has a certain goal to calm down most Sanses that used to be good. Yep, still the most relaxed Sans AU.

[loyally-unfaithful]

—; now i know i have met an angel in person

word count: 2329

pairing: kara/gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: winter in canada was cold. beautiful, but cold. it was the perfect time to tuck back in bed, warm mug of hot cocoa on one hand and a good book on the other. the plan was to spend the frigid day in the warm indoors, but there was last minute change: there was a frozen lake that looked relatively safe, so you, kara, and alice decided to ice skate while luther supervised. but hey, if you got to show off while spending time with your loved ones, then who are you to complain?

a/n: figure skating is my guilty pleasure uwu lmfao to be quite honest i used to be able to skate quite good and even managed to spin (badly but hey i spun) when i was younger, but it’s been such a long time that i’ve forgotten how to even move forwards lol so if it wasn’t clear, reader is a figure skater and they’re going to enjoy the winter wonderland w their wonderful girlfriend: kara.

also alice is a human because i said so,,

any and all feedbacks are appreciated ^^

you laid reposefully in your bed, wrapped by a multitude of blankets, as you unhurriedly flipped the pages of your book, taking full advantage of this uneventful day. you were leisurely reading when a weight plopped itself on your abdomen, pulling a small « oof » out of you. lifting your book, you found alice sprawled on you, grinning from ear to ear. she called out your name repeatedly, excitement clear in her tone. you couldn’t help but smile with her as you addressed the young girl: « hey kid. what got you so excited? you chuckled. – kara said we could go out ice skating today! she beamed. – oh yeah? sounds fun, you mused, diving back into your book. not the answer she was looking for so the brunette pressed on. – will you come with us? please, please please? pretty please with a cherry on top? she begged, puppy eyes conquering you every time. – okay, okay. i’ll come with. you chuckled, slipping yourself off of the bed. » the child bounced up cheerfully with a gleeful « yay! », and scurried off somewhere, probably to get ready.

after putting on a warmer set of clothings instead of your pajamas, you made your way to the living room where you found luther who was making sure that alice was fully protected from the elements. you walked to the kitchen where you found kara. you sneaked behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist, placing your chin on your shoulders, startling her. « hey. you greeted. she exclaimed your name, commenting how you startled her. – sorry, sorry, you laughed. so, we’re going ice skating? – uh huh. you’re coming too, right? – you know i’m weak against those puppy eyes! you defended yourself. » you snuggled into the crook of her neck, asking her if there was anything you could help her with. to which she replied that you could make sure that alice didn’t forget to wear her gloves and then wait for her outside while she gathered the equipment. you complied, placing a quick kiss on her cheeks before peeling yourself off and went to search for young girl. once you did and made sure she was properly dressed, you corralled her to the shoebox to grab your respective footwears (you  also grabbed your figure skates along with your boots from the shoe box) and went to wait for kara outside.

shifting your weight from one foot to the other, you fiddled with your beanie as you watched over alice, who’s playing with the snow. « so… your first time ice skating ever? – uh huh. will you teach me how? i wanna learn how to do cool stuff like you! she hopped excitedly. you smiled, her enthusiasm endearing. – i’m sure you’ll do just fine kid. you’re a fast learner. » you both turned your head towards the front door as you heard it swing open, luther and kara emerging from the house, meaning it’s time to head out.

on your walk there, alice scampered up ahead with luther no too far away behind her, while you and kara walked unhurriedly at the back. « so where are we going exactly? you asked. – luther and i found a frozen lake a few days ago and we thought that we might as well bring alice. she seems really interested in ice skating these past few weeks. – are you sure it’s safe? you wondered worriedly. she nodded her head. – i’m sure. » you hummed and you two walked in silence once more, the soft crunching of snow under your boot the only sound audible. once at your destination, alice quickly plopped down and rushed to put on her ice skates, while the three of you settled down to put your belongings. you casually caught up to her and sat down, clearly not in any hurry to put on your skates which prompted her to rush you (you complied). taking a few moments before standing up, you asked luther if he was planning to join in, to which he declined. you didn’t press further and glanced at kara, nodding your head towards the frigid lake. she told you that she’ll join you briefly so you decided to lead alice unto the ice, calm facade hiding how excited you truly are.

gliding on the ice, you swerved slightly to turn and face the brunette. the girl carefully treaded the ice, wobbling slightly before regaining balance, and looked at you expectantly: « ooh, are you going to teach me how to do tricks? please, please, please? – slow down there kid, you chuckled, you gotta know how to move forwards first. – and when i do, then you’re gonna show me how? she looked up hopefully. » you were sure that alice would pick the sport up quickly, but you were hesitant about teaching her the tricky stuff during her first time: you didn’t want her to potentially hurt herself. you responded with a final « we’ll see. »

with that, you went to teach her the basics: first, learning how to fall correctly to minimise the pain, « because you’re gonna fall at some point kid, everyone does. – even you? – yes, even me, you reassured her. », and how to get back up. next, the correct stance: « bend the knees slightly. lean slightly forwards, don’t put your weight back or you’ll fall on your bum ». it was quite comical how she quickly bent down and shifted her weight forward as soon as those words left your mouth. « oop, not that far forwards. » once satisfied with the position, you beckoned her to start trying to move forwards. seeing that she was a bit hesitant—nervous? we’ve all been there you told her—you reached for her hands and told her that she could hold on to you as you moved around until she felt confident enough to try and go on her own. you slowly started moving, making sure to not scare her off by the speed, while she gets used to the feel. at some point, she started to push forwards on her own and you slowly slipped your hand out of hers, a few metres behind her just in case.

she stopped and simply glided—you didn’t even have to teach her, you thought proudly. though she wobbled slightly, she quickly recovered before turning her head to find yours, wide smile etched on her face: « i can skate!!! she announced, delighted. – you sure can kid! » you caught up to her and taught her how to stop, which she did as easily. « see? told ya’ you’d take it up quickly. just like a duck to water! you hummed approvingly before continuing. now for the last and most important lesson… she watched you attentively. – it’s to have fun! so enjoy your time here, you admitted. »

she dashed away, energetic little sport. judging from the wows and the cheering from your right, she was showing off her new skills. understandably so, she had the right to be proud of herself. you let her have her fun as you found your way to a small space quite a distance  away from them: close enough that you could still see them and hear the more raucous cheers—luther—but far enough that you won’t accidentally run into the little girl. you were feeling a tad lazy earlier in the day, but being on the ice felt so right, so natural. it wouldn’t hurt to practice a bit, right?

you took a few moments to warm up before you decided to start the performance. you stood still for a few moments. inhale, exhale. hands in position, feet ready. you’re poised for action. you breathed in slowly, visualising the rink, the people watching and the multiple spotlights on your form. you imagine the music in your head, a rhythm, a tempo, that you could follow as you recounted the choreography. the violin hummed ever so softly, the show started, time to impress the judges and give it your all. you let the ice guide you, the movements flowing out of you instinctively. a series of elegant movements, one move after the other, so fluidly it almost looked easy, serene, passive. step. death drop. you have to focus on the connecting steps as they are the backbone to the artistic quality of your display. spiral. lutz. the wind on your face and against your clothes feels amazing, the speed, everything, it’s exhilarating. a  series of quick jumps. you faltered slightly but quickly recovered, moving past it as you focused on the next half of the choreography. step. this is it. you were nearing the end of this dance. you preparers yourself for the coup de grâce. you did it once. you can do it again you tell yourself. building momentum, you take off: triple axel, 31/2 turns. the spin feels so natural, so incredible. 31/2 revolutions. you landed gracefully, letting go of a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in, and smiled wildly. you felt like you were on top of the world. step. a series of flamboyant spins as the violins from the musical piece you chose would swell, before you dipped and kneeled, arms spreaded out, as the majestic swan would extend its wings. brilliant as the creature’s shimmering white feathers. you took quick breaths as you slowly rose up, a huge smile splayed on your face. you really did it, huh?

accomplishments of the day: teach alice how to skate and execute the choreography.

you casually glided your way back to the group and was tackled by an excited alice. « that was so cool!!! can you show me how to do that? pretty please? she grinned, missing teeth and all. – it was very beautiful, kara vouched. you were incredible there, love. you were about to respond modestly when alice brought back your attention. – you promised you’ll teach me a cool trick? – ehhh… i’m not sure… you fumbled. you were still unsure about the whole safety aspect. what if she got injured? your mind could only imagine the worst case scenarios. – it’s fine. kara assured you. we got her the proper skates, a quick glance reveals that the skates did have toepicks, and she has a reliable teacher. – see? kara says it’s fine! – trying to butter me up? you laughed. tell you what, if you can prove to me that you can go around from here to that tree i’ll think about showing you a cool trick. – okay, so just here to that tree right? – going forwards and going backwards 5 times each. and then i’ll show you a cool spin. – okay! she exclaimed jovially, before she zoomed off. »

you both watch her dash back and forth, kara holding on your arm in a death grip—though you didn’t pay any mind. « i wonder why she’s so interested in figure skating all of the sudden… you thought out loud. – you inspire her. your partner revealed. – but why? you chuckled, surprised. i’m not that impressive. – don’t sell yourself short, she scolded. you’re incredibly talented, and she looks up to you. – not as amazing as her mother though! you claimed. » you turned around to face her « so, what about you? any good on the ice? » you started. she shook her head with a sheepish smile. « no, not at all. ».

« oh come on, you can’t be that bad. you smiled. come on, i’ll guide you. you said, as you held both her hands and slided her forwards. »

just like alice was at first, she was hesitant and let herself be carried around. she didn’t however, start stepping on her own, so once you were both at a good distance away from the edge, you carefully took your hands from hers and stepped a few metres back. you didn’t miss the quick panic that etched on her face as she jerked up to stay upright. she swayed gently, seeming somewhat balanced, before you extended an arm towards her.

« ok, now slowly side forwards, push back almost like your pushing on a scooter, see if you can get to me. – i don’t know about this... she admitted. – it’s okay, i’ve got you. i’ll catch you if anything happens ok? she still looks conflicted. – i believe in you, love. i’ve got you. she took in a shaky breath, one she technically didn’t need. – okay… here i go… »

just as quickly she took an uncertain step, it quickly fell apart. she slipped almost immediately and you rushed forwards to try and catch her which caused carnage. you both tumbled down onto the ice, heads were hit against each other and you knew your ass was gonna hurt come next morning. but you’re concerns are currently on the person splayed on top of you: « are you okay? you gasped concernedly, hands coming up to support her back. she giggled as she playfully slapped you. her quips meant that she was perfectly fine. – thanks for getting us into this mess! – you’re too adorable! you cooed, pressing a soft kiss at the top of her head. – you’re really dumb sometimes, you know that? she choked out between laughs. » you answered her with an affirmative « yup! » as you wrapped your arms tighter around her, holding her as you nuzzled nose on hers. her skin was cold and tinted a slight pink due to the cold temperatures, while yours was warm. you both relished in the action however, her pleasant laugh making you feel fuzzy inside.

alice soon rushed over to where you both fell down, concern on her face but was soon relieved when you told her that you were both okay. once back on your feet, alice gave you back your beanie (that must’ve fallen off during the altercation) before she swooshed around between you two, proudly telling you how she did exactly what you asked so can you please teach her a spin now? you complied, keeping your promise.

« alright kid, here’s how you do a two-foot spin, you introduced. if you can do it before school starts again, you get bragging rights for the entire semester. »

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[blueluneacy]

Simple Misunderstanding

I did it folks. I finally finished this. Im sorry it took so long, school has been fuuuuucked. Anyways, here!

it’s a Dio/reader/Vanilla Ice.

Warnings: Smut, dp (in one place uwu), minor bloodplay, petplay

Also on AO3!

Being Dio’s pet certainly had its advantages. You knew that quite well, with the endless gifts and praises, not to mention your own duties to your Master being quite… Agreeable. All you could do was snuggle up against your Lord after a night of quite vigorous activity, mumbling your praises to him. You had become pretty good at figuring how what Dio wanted to hear in that moment, which happened to usually be your endless adoration of him. You knew that other people could hear you when you cried out Dio’s name in that mansion, but you never took much thought into who was actually listening. And in a way, you didn’t really care. You were comfortable in your position, enjoying the care and love your Lord bestowed upon you. 

You didn’t find yourself interacting much with the residents of the mansion, more of Dio’s followers. They were always coming and going with harsh looks on their faces, so you chose to stay out of the way, something both parties were eternally grateful for. The most you typically did was see someone in passing as you walked back and forth between your own quarter’s and Dio’s when he saw fit. Most of the time, as you left, someone else was walking in, a tall muscular man by the name of Vanilla Ice. He would always look at you with what you assumed was contempt, so you just lowered for your eyes to the ground and moved quickly out of his way. After all, you knew the harsh feelings several of Dio’s followers felt for you, seeing you only as a distraction. Still, they would never voice their concerns to their lord, knowing it would mean a certain death. You were Dio’s prized possession, not something to be taken lightly. When you first arrived in the mansion as a meal, Dio had taken a fondness to you that had grown into something more, and took to pampering you in all ways he could, from fine clothes to gifts of anything you might desire. You didn’t find yourself special, not in the slightest, but you couldn’t deny the warmth in your heart when it came to your lord. Truly, you’d do anything he asked and he would give you anything. So that was most likely why you were very much liked by Dio’s followers. A distraction for the man that was by all intensive purposes their god.

Still, what you never did realize when you walked by was those burning eyes weren’t filled with contempt, but acute longing. The way you moved, your downcast eyes, the tremble in your hands as you passed did nothing but cause Vanilla Ice to swallow and try to push down any sort of feelings he might have before seeing his master. Certainly, he would never touch you, and he would never even dare to think about betraying the person he believed to be above any deity. So, Vanilla Ice would just push those feelings away, entering into his lord’s chambers upon his request, and give any report necessary, as well as carrying out any order necessary. Neither you nor Vanilla Ice could’ve anticipated how your dear Lord Dio was watching, planning, snickering at how you avoided each other. It would be a very interesting experience, at least.

You had gotten to Dio’s room first, immediately running into his arms and burying your face into his chest. He just laughed at your clinginess, running a hand through your hair.

“Eager, aren’t we? I do believe I saw you yesterday, didn’t I?” Dio asked, and you just grumbled, pulling away to look up at Dio with your chin against his chest. Dio’s skin was always cool, and you learned to get used to it, even appreciating on occasion in the Egyptian heat. 

“I missed you. Is that a problem?” You asked, looking up at Dio with eyes of complete adoration, and Dio sighed, leading you over to the bed.

“Of course not, pet. Your devotion is always adorable.” He replied, laying back on the bed and immediately, you took your place cuddled up by Dio’s side, resting your head against his chest and humming slightly. You expected him to speak or do anything, but Dio was rather calm, holding you up against his chest and playing with your hair. He was biding his time, simply waiting for his most trusted follower to knock on the door to enter. It took a bit, but finally, Dio heard that fateful knock, and perked up. You grumbled, moving to stand, but Dio wrapped an arm around you, holding you in place. 

“Don’t worry love, stay here. You won’t be interrupting anything.” He told you, then looked at the door and called out.

“Enter.” He called, and with that, the door immediately opened, Vanilla Ice making his way inside. He swiftly shut the door behind him, moving to kneel in front of Dio, his head lowered to the ground. You just gasped at the sight of Vanilla Ice, burying your face in Dio’s side to try and hide yourself away. He sighed, petting your hair slightly.

“Rise, Vanilla. There’s something we should discuss.” Dio told him, and he raised his head, still remaining on bended knee out of respect. You gasped and looked up at Dio to see a smirk on his face, and you swallowed, trying to think if you had said anything wrong to Vanilla. Really, you hadn’t said anything at all. Was that the problem? You weren’t sure. You looked over at Vanilla, and he seemed just as surprised as you. 

“Us? Did we do something wrong?” You asked for the both of you, looking at Dio with big wide eyes, blinking a few times. 

“Oh, there’s no need to play innocent. I can see the way the both of you look at each other.” Dio mused, and you just looked at him absolutely incredulous.

“What on earth are you talking about-”

“Forgive me, my lord!” Vanilla ice practically cried out, and you snapped your head to look at the man, who was bowing his head once again.

“I would never attempt to touch what’s yours, please forgive me for my thoughts trailing from anything but your service.” Vanilla Ice told Dio, and you just looked between them both with absolute shock. Dio just seemed amused, leaving your side to go over to his most devoted follower. He took Vanilla Ice’s chin in his hand, bringing it up so that Vanilla Ice would look Dio in the eye.

“You should’ve told me sooner. You deserve to be rewarded for your efforts, and I’m sure (y/n) wouldn’t mind. Now would you, (y/n)?” He turned to you with a smile, and you just gasped, fumbling over your words.

“M-Me? I mean, uh, sure, t-totally, I mean, i-if that’s what you want, my Lord.” You told him, swallowing a bit. You would do anything Dio asked you to, of course, but you were a bit nervous hearing from Vanilla Ice, who you were certain about 10 seconds ago that he hated you, found you attractive. Dio just smiled, moving back over to you and lifting you up from the bed and onto your feet.

“Of course you don’t mind, I knew you wouldn’t, my dear. Now just listen to what I say, and I promise you’ll enjoy what I have planned.” Dio told you, and you just swallowed, nodding a bit.

“How good my little pet is. Now, on your knees. And Vanilla Ice, come here.” He told you, and you immediately obeyed, watching Vanilla stand up and walk over to the two of you. You looked up at Dio, shaking slightly as he gave a devilish grin to the pair of you. 

“Now, my dear, I want to see you take care of Vanilla the same way you do for me, understand?” Dio instructed you, and you nodded, starting to try and take off Vanilla’s belt. You fumbled a bit, feeling a big unsure about how exactly Vanilla’s outfit worked. You were finally able to free his cock, only to gasp. Perhaps it shouldn’t surprise you, considering you could pretty well see Vanilla’s bulge through that skimpy outfit he wore, and you were used to dealing with Dio, but still. You swallowed, looking up at Vanilla Ice for a moment, before looking back to Dio. The two of them were exchanging some sort of look, and you shuddered at the way Vanilla Ice was biting his lip under the lustful gaze of his god. Dio thought for a moment then let out a sigh, weaving his fingers through your hair and pushing your toward Vanilla.

“Go on then. I trust you to put in a good effort.” Dio told you with a certain edge to his tone that just made you whimper as you opened your mouth and took Vanilla slowly. He let out a sort of gasp as Dio pushed you further than your normal limits, relishing in the sounds the two of you were making. You did you best to hold back your gagging, looking up at Vanilla Ice with teary eyes. His expression caused you to shudder, a pang hitting your lower half. He seemed absolutely enamoured with you, struggling to keep himself from losing himself and shoving his cock down your throat as Dio moved your head slowly. You felt a little confident, flattening your tongue to run along to underside of his member. Vanilla Ice let out a small growl, giving a small buck into your mouth. Dio chuckled. 

“Mm… Don’t they feel heavenly?” Dio growled into Vanilla’s ear, pushing you farther into Vanilla’s dick and letting you gag as he went down your throat. 

“Y-Yes, my Lord…” Vanille spoke out shakily, feeling how your throat squeezed on his as Dio held you on him, relishing in the way you were crying. After a few moments, he finally pulled you off of Vanilla, letting sputter and catch your breath. Dio just chuckled, pulling Vanilla Ice in and whispering something in his ear. Vanilla gasped, looking at Dio with wide eyes, before nodding slightly, and Dio just smiled, looking down at you, picking you up and laying down on the bed, you resting on his chest as he spread your legs wide. 

“Now, just wait a moment and I’ll tell you what to do next, Vanilla.” Dio instructed, and Vanilla Ice nodded as he swallowed, sitting on his knees as Dio got to work prepping you. 

You were embarrassed to see how turned on the affair with Vanilla had gotten you, but Dio just smiled, sighing hotly into your ear as his hand moved to your entrance, a finger entering you. You gasped, writhing slightly. Dio pumping the finger in and out of you slowly, watching as you gripped onto his thighs when he added another. You threw your head back into Dio’s chest, trying to keep still as he toyed with you, scissoring you open. His fingers were so big, just the rest of him, and you couldn’t help but whimper and shudder under his grasp. He smiled as he opened you up, growling hotly into your ear. 

“You’re going to be such a tight fit, dear. I wonder if you’ll be able to handle us…” He teased as he added a third finger, leaving you gasping at how full you felt. Dio just chuckled, nipping at your neck to leave blooming bruises. You moaned at the sensation, going boneless against Dio’s chest. 

“Oh, but I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it, won’t you? You’ll look so pretty stuffed full like that…” He groaned, pulling his hand out from you. You whined are the sudden emptiness, squirming. But Dio just chuckled, moving and sucking on his fingers licking off your juices. 

“Perfect… Vanilla, come here now. It’ll be easiest if you lay down.” Dio decided, standing up and taking you with him. Vanilla ice quickly complied, laying back and gasping slightly at the coolness of the silken sheets. Dio just licked his lips, waving his hand to you. 

“Go on. Take him just like you take me.” Dio instructed you, and immediately you crawled on top of Vanilla, swallowing slightly. You looked at him, seeing he was just as nervous as you were, and you actually snorted. Well, if he was nervous too, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. You covered over Vanilla for a moment, rubbing against him slightly until his dick finally caught, rubbing against your entrance. You gulped. Now or never, I guess. You moved down slowly on Vanilla Ice’s cock, your body squeezing around him tightly. Vanilla just let out a heady groan, gripping onto the sheets as you took those last two inches, watching how your body just swallowed him up. You just painted, trying to adjust to the size. Even if you were rather used to Dio, there was always a need to get accustomed to what was inside of you. 

But, as you laid there, Dio pushed you gently against Vanilla’s chest, grinning wickedly. You weren’t done yet, not by a long shot. You felt those clawed fingers start to pull you open in a way you didn’t even think possible, and you gasped, squirming slightly. 

“D-Dio, I’m not sure it’ll fit-“ You gasped, cut off by your own whine as you felt Dio press up to your already full entrance. 

“Shhh, don’t worry. You’re going to take the both of us so nicely, I just know you will…” He hushed you, kissing along your collar as he started to push in. You were right, it was a terribly tight fit, and you cried out when you felt the sting. You writhed wildly, tears falling freely. Vanilla Ice took the moment to try and be the slightest bit affectionate, wiping away your tears gently. 

“Don’t worry (y/n). You did it, see? We knew you could.” He told you gently while Dio growled in your ear, everything in his body telling him to pound into you as hard as he could. But, Dio relented as you gasped and adjusted, feeling so deliciously stuffed that your brain seemed to short circuit at even the slightest movement or adjustment. When you finally weren’t crying anymore, Dio nodded at Vanilla, giving the signal to start moving. 

They moved slowly at first, letting you moan out as they moved inside of you, taking rather shallow thrusts. 

“Mmm, that’s right. You love taking our cocks like this, don’t you?” Dio groaned into your ear as he started to speed up a bit, unable to control himself with such a tight fit. You squeezed and gripped against the pair like a vice, babbling out incoherently as a response. 

“Wonderful, isn’t it, Vanilla? Taking us so good like this…” Dio growled, giving a particularly hard trust in on the word good. Vanilla Ice just groaned, gripping you tight as he moved to match Dio’s rough pace.

“Yes, m-my Lord, wonderful… S-So tight…” He gasped as you rolled your hips against the pair, trying to gain more friction. 

“F-Fuck, more… Please, feels- ngh! Feels good!” You cried out, and the pair snapped, thrusting their hips as they found a brutal rhythm. There was no way for you to escape the intense pleasure jolting through your body, so you just clawed at the pair as they fucked you. Dio let out a guttural growl, biting into your neck and sucking at the blood that came out, and you just whined, leaning back onto Vanilla Ice as your orgasm steadily approached you.

“F-Fuck, D-Dio, Vanilla, I’m gonna cum, please-” You whined. Usually, Dio would slow down and make you beg for the privilege of cumming, but the blissed out look on not just your face but Vanilla’s as well as too much to bear, and there was no way he was going to be able to stop himself.

“Fuck, then cum for us. Cum right on our cocks like the good little pet you are.” Dio growled, and you just cried out while Vanilla Ice groaned huskily in his ear, unable to keep back his praises.

“So good, you feel so so good, so pretty. Just like that, so tight… God, please. Please, (y/n), g-god-!” Vanilla groaned, and you felt waves of euphoria rack your body, leaving you absolutely breathless. You moaned loudly as your squeezed against them like a vice, writhing under the intense pleasure, and somewhere in the mix, you felt sticky warmth fill your insides, the two of them cumming inside of you. You just laid back, boneless as the pair of them rolled you through the aftershocks, the experience heady and leaving you limp against Vanilla Ice. 

Dio pulled out of you slowly, watching some of his and Vanilla’s mixed cum leak out of you while you and Vanilla were still reeling from the experience. You craned your head back to give Vanilla a mouthy kiss, which he gladly accepted, then looked over to Dio.

“S… Should I clean that up for you, my Lord?” You asked, still gasping as you pulled off of Vanilla Ice, shuddering at the newfound emptiness at your core. But, Dio just chuckled, grabbing your chin and looking at you with such adoration that you felt that you could do all this for him all over.

“No need, pet. You’ve done very well. Get some rest for now.” Dio told you, leaning in to give you his own kiss, dominating and mouthy, pulling away only to nip at your lip. When he finally pulled away all together, you practically collapsed onto the bed, your eyes fluttering shut.

Vanilla Ice sat up slightly, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. You faintly heard Dio say something to him, but you were already too far into your drift into sleep to really catch what he was saying. The last thing you remembered were two pairs of arms wrapping around you as you became lost to this world for a while, feeling absolutely adored in the arms of these two men.

[jyiori]

Fair warning: Reversed ending CG and story under the cut.  A while ago I held an art raffle to celebrate reaching 100 followers~ @mrsdevorak  requested for Valerius in bed, and there you have it! Thank you for following, and congratulations once again on winning the giveaway ♥  @girlwithwolftatoo Here is the tag you requested~ I wanted to try my hand at writing fan fiction again, since I felt greatly encouraged by the attention one of my previous text posts received. Please feel free to skip! Just a short story to go with the upright CG, non-gendered Apprentice x Valerius! XXX As the gentle sunlight filtered through the windows, the apprentice shifted slightly in their sleep. There was a slight pause, and the warm hand caressing their hair stopped abruptly and removed itself. Missing the comforting warmth it brought, the apprentice sat up, blinking as their eyes slowly get used to the light.

A scowling Valerius greeted their eyes, wine glass held high and nose pointing snootily in their direction. “About time you woke up. Did the night’s activities exhaust you that much?” Although he fully meant to sound patronizing, a smile lighted up the apprentice’s face as they noticed the faint blush spreading across his face. He was quick to avert eye contact, choosing instead to stare at his half-empty wine glass. It must have been a while since Valerius woke up… he even braided his hair while letting them sleep on. The apprentice gave a wordless chuckle, their fingers brushing across his delicately, expertly plucking the glass out of his hand as he sputtered an indignant protest. They held the glass to the light, watching the contents sparkle… before bringing it to their nose, inhaling its fragrance. Slowly they tipped the glass to their mouth, sneaking a glance at Valerius, who was blushing even more furiously but couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away. Pleased at the effect they had on him, they swirled the wine on their tongue, letting the exquisite taste linger before swallowing. “The Hierophant’s?” they enquired, tilting their head curiously. It tasted far better than any Valerius has offered them before. Valerius blinks, distracted from his reverie of a thousand wine tasting scenarios. He gulped audibly before replying, blush deepening, “Ah, yes. Correct.” Smiling encouragingly, the apprentice stretched out both hands towards him. “A gift, actually,” his rigid features softened, as he took them into his arms, “…to celebrate us.” He was rewarded with a wine-scented kiss. The wine goblet fell onto the sheets, forgotten. A flustered servant was sent to inform a half-amused, half-exasperated Nadia that “Consul Valerius will be busy entertaining an esteemed magician for the day. Therefore, daily duties will be postponed until further notice.” XXX

Here we go. The reversed CG that nobody asked for… I was greatly inspired by Valerius’ demon form, and really wanted to make it into a thing. I’m sorry! So… precious. He allows himself the word “precious”, if nothing else. A lock of hair fell across the apprentice’s face as they tossed and turned while sleeping. Carefully, gingerly, Valerius tucked the unruly strand behind their ear again, and smoothed his hand across their brow for the thousandth time. Resting his head on his human arm, Valerius raised his wine-filled goblet with his claw. He is used to it now, not like his initial attempts which ended up in deep scratches and broken glass. After he became the Master of the Hierophant’s realm, he made quite a few changes – including an auto-refilling wine goblet. As the days passed by and darkness seeped into his heart, the wine grew tainted and cloudy, resembling the bottomless eldritch pools that started appearing in the realm. He still drinks from it, no longer enjoying the taste or intoxication, but rather the familiarity of it… one of the last things that keeping his sanity tethered. Valerius acknowledges that he had left things to ruin. The glorious vineyards that once flourished under the Hierophant’s care were left rampantly overgrown, poisonous plants and brambles taking over. The Hierophant’s magnificent abode was left full of dust, save for the one wing where Valerius and the apprentice has taken up residence. They chose me. It is the only promise that keeps him going. As the world they know stood crumbling before their eyes when the Devil merged the realms, the apprentice chose not to go with their Master, the Doctor, the Countess… but gave their unwavering trust to Valerius. Desperate, the apprentice opened a portal to the Hierophant’s realm where they escaped together. The magic took a great toll on the apprentice, who fell into a deep, magical slumber and never woke up since. It was strange, not finding the Hierophant in his realm. Valerius did not notice the subtle changes to his form initially, so worried he was about the apprentice’s well being. He did feel stronger and more powerful as the new Master of the Realm, eventually succeeding in securing a large barrier to protect the realm from outside world. His priority will always be the apprentice, trimming their nails and brushing their hair, even bathing them with exceeding caution. He let himself go bit by bit… it was subtle at first, a crooked sash, messy clothing… gradually becoming uncaring to unkempt fur and straggly hair. His lips curl into a smile as he looks at them peacefully sleeping, though it looks more like a grimace with half an exposed jaw. Maybe they’ll wake today. Maybe tomorrow. Perhaps a hundred, no, a thousand years later. Leaning forwards, Valerius touches a feather-like kiss to their forehead. He can wait. XXX Short Version: As the Devil merged the worlds, the apprentice and Valerius escape into the Hierophant’s realm. Opening the portal takes a great toll on the apprentice, they fall into a magical slumber. Wanting to protect the apprentice at all costs, Valerius seals it from the outside world. He is master of his realm and vineyards, it looks desolated and unattended to – as he lavishes his attention and waiting for the sleeping apprentice to wake up. Please don’t kill me. It has been AGES since I last attempted fan fiction. uwu

[hellishvu]

Imagine BTS (hyung line): when they call you because they miss you

— short and sweet!! i cant believe i hit like 30 followers not too long ago and now i’m at 50!! i will do a get to know me? and finally post a masterlist!! hopefully i will post bad softie pt2 in the weekend. i just had my ceremony for my club that i’m an officer in!! but i love all of you <333 requests are still open!! don’t be afraid!!

Kim Namjoon:

Oh Namjoon, before he confessed he used to make the members call you just for him. Namjoon would become so shy and all the members would just tell him to tell you!

Some of the ridiculous ones were when Namjoon couldn’t find a ramen flavor that sounded good, and he hadn’t talked to you in almost a week.

In another occasion he would call you up and you answered causing Namjoon to blush when he had heard your voice.

“Oh hey? what’s up!” Namjoon heard you say on the other line as he was panicking to think of an excuse.

“I! I can’t chose a movie to watch, can you chose one for me?” Namjoon asked as he secretly opened netflix on his tv.

“Namjoon go to bed.”

“I want to sleep... in your bed.” Namjoon mumbled the last few words as you raise an eyebrow ending the call before texting him.

uwu my ember passion<333: Come over and we can cuddle, you big dork

“Guys! Do you think he knows???” Namjoon asked as all of them looked at him, with an annoyed look that even though he can be one of the most intelligent socially and mentally, he was not the most smartest when something like this is in front of his face.

Let’s just say the day ended in cuddles and Namjoon stuttering through his confession as you kissed his forehead.

Kim Seokjin:

It was a new day which meant a new concert, it was completely normal for people to get nerves when they are minutes away before they preform something big.

Seokjin calls you as he was getting ready, he had counted his steps and he was ready physically but not so mentally. Seokjin called you to facetime since that was a normal occurance.

Seokjin sees you answer and he sees you in a loud crowd, that you’re at a stadium. Seokjin sees you smile as you flip the camera and he sees the stage, wait HIS STAGE??

“What- Who- How?” Seokjin asked as you had gotten tickets from bighit so you could facetime Seokjin without worrying about ARMYS swarming you. You smiled as you waved your army bomb that he bought you.

“Let’s just say, I saved my vacation days.” You laughed as Seokjin showed the members all shocked to see you at the concert, you saw them smile and let’s just say Seokjin looked at your direction of the stadium a whole lot. Seokjin sent flying kisses, worked even harder! If that was possible.

Seokjin after the concert was over, you went backstage and kissed him as he hugged you. You sighed knowing you can finally have some time with him, even if it was a day after he left again.

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok liked to call you, a lot,, he love love loves your voice. It was one of his favorite things about you. When you explained things your voice sparked passion, and when you comforted him your voice made him warm and fuzzy.

You like to answer his calls, because he always knew how to keep a conversation going. Wether it was a new idea or new talent he learned, or he had a rough day, or something good happened. You were there to answer his calls.

So when you got a call from him while you were in line for a limited collection of clothing that you were going to get him. You stayed in line for quite a long time, actually. Hoseok had talked about this brand, and how he couldn’t make the release and there was no order online. So you had saved up your own money, and went. You answered, and he talked to you but you tried to explain why there was loud noises. You laughed coming up with an excuse as of why.

The line took forever, and you didn’t notice your feet aching from standing for so long. You talked to him, and that distracted you. You sometimes laughed really loud on aciddent as people looked at you.

“Where are you anyway?” Hoseok asked as you looked around trying to find an excuse.

“I’m at the cafe where we met at, waiting for my drink.” You smiled as Hoseok awed on the other side of phone.

“So why do I see you in line for the collection?” Hoseok asked as you looked behind, and all the way in the back of the line.. there was Hoseok waving at you.

Min Yoongi:

— when yoongi travels with bts, he gets lonely in the car rides because everyone would usually sleep during the long trips so he calls you <33

Yoongi was traveling, once again... like always. He enjoyed the car rides. Hours of free time but also it was a bit uncomfortable sitting for those hours.

Everyone had slept throughout the car ride; waking up to say hi to the still awake Yoongi in the back of the van. Yoongi waved as he sighed trying to rest his eyes but he simply couldn’t! The music was even slow for them to rest while the driver stayed awake for them.

Yoongi scrolled through his phone, seeing many new notifications on twitter as Taehyung had posted something before he went in the car. Yoongi saw a message pop up from you, you had just woke up from nap and you wished him luck with traveling and to remind him to eat and take care of himself.

Yoongi replied almost immediately asking if you had time to call him. He didn’t like calls, he enjoys text but he had missed your voice. He missed when you woke up beside him, hearing your morning voice. He missed hearing your laugh and how you would make the cheesiest puns just to have a small giggle come out him.

You answered his call saying the first hello, as Yoongi sighed as your voice was like honey. You asked what he was doing, and he explained what he had been having trouble with, the sleeping in the car made him restless.

“Do you want me to like? Do asmr? Do a little singing a lullaby?”

“No you baby, I want you to talk to me till I fall asleep.”

[theresnourieandme]

Some things are meant to be.

A/N: hey everybody! I'm back. So, this is my first Ambi so don't judge XD. First part of a three shots called "Can't help falling in love". Also, happy birthday Andi <3

dedicated to: @heart-eyes-kippen

Andi would have given anything to avoid accompanying him. To avoid accompanying TJ on that date of his, which he's been talking about continuously for a week now. Instead, she was there, with her hands on the steering wheel watching the road, while her best friend was giving her directions to the new diner, where the aforementioned appointment would be held.

"Turn right," TJ said next to her, his eyes on his smartphone screen. His hair was gel-free after a long time - and honestly Andi thought it was better that way - and his athletic physique was perfectly wrapped in jeans and a simple blue shirt, never used.

"TJ, for the thousandth time: I know where it is." The notes of 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' began to fill the passenger compartment and Andi began tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. TJ gave her such a worried look that it made her worry - she had never seen him like that. "What's going on?" she asked then, lowering the volume of the radio.

Andi didn't need any answers, though. She had known TJ since they were children, and one of the things she was certain of was his body language. When he had a gigantic crush on someone, he always tried to touch their hand, or hug them for no apparent reason. When he was very nervous, the nerves in his shoulders stiffened and his breathing was slower and heavier. And now his shoulders were strained, his breath irregular.

"The appointment could go wrong," muttered TJ, so softly that Andi could barely hear him. " What if it's really bad?" he continued, slightly louder.

Andi smiled at him for a moment before returning her attention to the busy road. "It will be fine, you'll see. I don't know..." She stopped talking, gesturing for a moment in search of his name, which went out of her head.

"Cyrus," TJ completed, hinting at a smile pulled by the grimace painted on his friend's face.

"I don't know Cyrus," she said. "but I'm sure he's a very special guy and he's really very lucky to go out with you."

TJ smiled through the window reflection, his eyes pointed at the sidewalk chalk darting to their right. "Thank you," he said softly. Andi knew it was very important for TJ to feel comfortable, and she would do anything to make him happy, even punch a Reed with a gun.

The diner's sign, the Spoon, appeared in front of them, and TJ settled in the seat. Andi tried to calm him down with some pats on his shoulder, but almost without success. When they were close enough, TJ asked her to pull over, and when she shut down the engine, he breathed out an agitated sigh. "How do I look?" he asked.

The moor glanced at him with a smug look. "Decent," she said, trying to sound as casual as possible. TJ was visibly unhappy with that answer, and Andi smiled softly. "If you only knew how beautiful you are..." she corrected herself then.

He smiled and was about to get out before stopping and glancing at her gratefully. "Thank you," he said, in a more serious tone.

Andi raised both thumbs in his direction with a smile. He got out of the car, still hesitant but certainly less agitated than he was a few minutes before. He closed the door with a small thud and Andi watched him approach the diner and enter.

She breathed a sigh of relief, finally free from TJ's anxiety. In fact, she was still very worried about her friend's date, but she was confident about the idea of Cyrus that she had been making up in her mind that week.

When she left for Buffy's house, the sky was fading from a bright red at the horizon to a light orange, to a light blue that looked timidly on blue. Cars were flowing slowly down the lane, and Andi found herself bottled in her small personal traffic, which seemed to follow her wherever she went. She then took advantage of the situation by taking a peek at her phone screen.

Sk8r boi <33: the appointment is going great! and Cyrus complimented me for the shirt uwu <3

Andi smiled at the message and responded, taking a quick glance at the still-standing cars in front of her. "Then he has good taste ;D" answered, writing with one hand.

Party queen <33: where are you?

"In traffic -_-" she replied. Her eyebrows frowned slightly when she noticed a message from Jonah, who she hadn't heard in a while.

beef <3: Hey, andiman, I have a person to introduce you to.

Andi replied that she was supposed to meet with Buffy, but that they had no specific plans. Jonah, as usual, answered her in a second.

beef <3: Well, let's meet at the music store!

Finally, the cars in line began to move and Andi was able to get rid of the traffic. She stopped the car in front of her best friend's house, got off quickly and rang the doorbell. A Buffy in a basketball tracksuit opened her the door with a smile and invited her in.

"Let's go to the music store," Andi said.

Buffy frowned. "Why?"

Andi twisted her hands. "Jonah invited us."

"Come on, don't tell me you feel something for him again!" exclaimed Buffy, walking away from the door to head to the room to change.

Andi walked in without giving too much notice - only because she had known Buffy for twelve years, and they shared pretty much everything - and she closed the door behind her. She followed her friend to the blue-walled room, only to stop at the doorway. "No!" she exclaimed then, leaning on the jamb. "We haven't seen him in a long time, and he told me he wants to introduce me to someone."

Although Buffy turned around and shrugged her shoulders as she opted for a pair of denim jeans and a short, pink long-sleeved sweatshirt, Andi was able to imagine her rolling her eyes. "When will you realize it's just an excuse to see you?"

"What's wrong with that? Now we hardly ever see each other since he signed that contract with the record company, and it shouldn't be a problem to see us as friends. Friends, and nothing more."

"If you say so," Buffy concluded with a sigh. Then she turned to her and changed the topic in a second. She kept the outfit she had chosen for the hangers and held it on her as if she were wearing it. "What do you think?"

"Since when do you really care of what you wear?" Buffy frowned slightly, hinting at a bold smile, while Andi rethought Buffy's behavior over time and in various situations. "Oh, yes! When there's a boy!" she exclaimed shortly afterwards. Buffy avoided looking her in the eye, and that was the definitive confirmation of Andi's theory. "Ah-ah! What's his name? Is he our age? Do I know him?" asked Andi, trying to breathe in the meantime. "Does he play basketball? Is he friends with TJ? How did you meet him?"

"Do you want me to answer all the questions?"

"I know you remember them, so... Yes, please."

Buffy sighed and sat on the bed, abandoning her clothes and losing all the interest she could have towards them. "Marty, he's our age, you don't know him, he doesn't play basketball and he's not friends with TJ. I've met him around."

"'Around' sounds a little vague, huh?"

Buffy hinted at a smile and rolled her eyes. "At the studio."

"The dance one?!" asked Andi, puzzled, settling on the bed next to her friend. She'd never heard of a guy at Buffy's studio, but maybe he was a new entry.

"He doesn't dance," Buffy added, predicting her friend's question. "He's our new photographer."

"The photographer, huh?" asked Andi, raising her eyebrows and elbowing Buffy, sitting next to her.

She smiled and got up. "Shall we go?"

-

When the music store bell rang over their heads, Andi noticed Jonah among the people still walking around the store. Her father greeted her with a smile behind the counter as he spoke to some customers, and also greeted Buffy with a hand gesture.

Jonah was sitting on one of the sofas, talking to a blonde girl, long hair gathered in a half-chignon. The movements were graceful and all of her indicated a good education and perfect parents. The posture was impeccably straight, and the legs crumpled gently were smooth and well-groomed. A short peach dress that fell to her knees wrapped her slender body, illuminating her fairly light complexion. Two parallel black bands brought out her breasts, slightly visible from her heart-shaped neckline. Everything about her made Andi ashamed of those miserable jeans, accompanied by a striped short-sleeved shirt, which she chose to go out that night.

Only when they approached, Andi also noticed the blue and clear eyes like the sky of a beautiful summer morning, and the impeccable makeup of a light pink, that matched the dress.

"Hey, Andi! Buffy!" exclaimed Jonah, rising to his feet. He had grown a lot since they had last seen each other and if you could have called him cute before, he was now gorgeous to say the least: the face was cleaner, and less childish; the hair pulled up with the gel was the same length, but seemed more natural. The style was more or less always the same as the younger Jonah Beck, but much more sophisticated. In fact, the jeans were tighter, and the white background shirt featured the cover of the most famous Rolling Stones album. "How are you?" he asked, after hugging both of them.

"Well, I'd say. The season is about to begin and I hope to win this one too," Buffy boasted at that point.

Jonah chuckled, perhaps thinking back to all the times he had been beaten by Buffy in a sport. "I understand. Last season I came to see you once or twice and you were fantastic!"

"The album, on the other hand? I know the first one will come out soon," Andi said, just to secure herself a place in the conversation.

Jonah shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think I can reveal much by contract, but I can assure you that there are both moments when I have felt something," he joked, in memory of her old joke made in his presence.

Buffy and Andi chuckled, and all three of them sat down, who in the armchairs, who on the couch next to the beautiful stranger.

"Um, I don't think I know you," Buffy pointed out, addressing the blonde in front of her. "I'm Buffy Driscoll."

"Amber," she said, holding out her hand. Buffy squeezed it and Andi did the same immediately after.

"Andi Mack, nice to meet you," she added with a smile. Perhaps it was an impression of her, but their handshake lasted slightly longer than expected, and even the blonde's gaze remained on her for too long before moving towards Buffy.

"You play basketball, if I understood correctly." Buffy frowned, and Amber gestured gracefully toward Jonah. "Jonah often talks about all of you."

Buffy nodded. "Yes, I'm on a girls' team."

"She played with TJ," Jonah added soon after. "and she entered Jefferson's history as the first girl on the boys' basketball team and as the founder and coach of the girls' team."

Andi knew Buffy so well that she would bet everything on the fact that her friend was blushing for flattery now, but none of the presents seemed to notice. "And you, on the other hand? What do you do in your life? And how do you know Jonah?" asked Buffy to Amber.

"We were together for a while, but we were friends even after the breakup. Let's just say I'm her make-up artist for concerts and interviews."

"Oh, a make-up artist!" exclaimed Andi at that time, before Buffy could ask more questions. "My mother is, too. She owns Cloud Ten."

"Uh, I know that place!" she exclaimed, digging her legs and assuming a more decomposed posture. "That's where I get the makeup products. Congratulations to your mother, her products are great!"

She blushed slightly, and said she would deliver the message. Luckily, Jonah spoke. "Andi, have you received any offers? I turned over the link of your video to my manager, but he didn't let me know anything anymore."

She shook her head in response and then added that no, she had not yet been contacted by anyone, but that she had now reached one million views on YouTube.

"It's docious-magocious!" exclaimed Jonah, perhaps reflexively.

Buffy burst out laughing loudly, so loud that many in the store turned to throw glances of disapproval. "Sorry," he said through tears, when she finished laughing. "It was so much that I didn't hear that expression, and it made me a strange effect."

"Um, we noticed," Andi replied wryly, to which Buffy glanced at her as if to say 'Really, Andi? Is that what you wanna say after docious-magocious?'.

"Buffy, can I talk to you in private?" asked Jonah at that point, perhaps trying to get Andi out of trouble.

"Yes, but if it's Natalie, I don't want to know what happened to her."

"It's Natalie, but nothing happened to her."

Buffy rolled her eyes and left the place near Andi empty. Before she left, taken by her wrist by Jonah, she pointed her finger at Andi and said, "It's not over, Mack!"

Amber smiled at her. "Anyway."

Andi settled down well to look at those blue, almost hypnotic eyes. Not knowing how well it would end, she smiled back. "Anyway."

[crispychristianawrites]

Jisung Park Dancing High AU

This is part 2! Find part 1 here

a/n: i recently finished watching dancing high and being a dancer and someone who is the same age as jisung, just finding out that all these talented people are so amazing makes me just (o.o). ALSO JISUNG WOW (rip my bias list :(( )

Pairing: female reader x jisung park

Genre: fluff, strangers to lovers!, young puppy love uwu

Warnings: a lot of fluff, very soft, some mentions of bullying and anxiety

P.S.: this is written not according to the shows time frames (ie. they had 2 weeks to prepare, i might just bypass that and go to eliminations and span it out longer)

THIS IS UNEDITED

team picking

Jisung had ended up in the top 10 but you did not. You hoped and prayed that one of the judges would choose you and not let you go home after the audition round. Jisung had ended up picking team Hoya and you quietly continued to close your eyes and pray one of the judges chose you. It was nearing the end of the choosing period where there were only 2-3 spots left on each team. Your name had not been said yet, leaving you to be slightly on edge and slightly nervous. You held your hands together and looked down as you silently continued to pray that someone chose you. It was Hoya’s turn to chose for his 2nd to last member. “I choose,” Hoya had paused and thought for a second. “y/n l/n” your eyes opened wide and your hand flew to cover your mouth. Not only were you chosen but you were also on Hoya’s team, which had meant that you would be on the same team as Jisung. Your eyes brimmed tears as you repetitively bowed and ran up the stairs to sit in one of team Hoya’s chairs. You were filled with excitement for whats to come in the future.

1st Round Practice

You had gotten the song New Rules - Dua Lipa. You were feeling a bit self-conscious after seeing everybody else come up with ideas for choreography. Being self-taught, you never really learned how to choreograph any dances before so you kept your ideas to yourself. You were watching everyone collaborate on ideas while you just stood back and watched everything pan out. That is until Jisung had seen you not pitching in any ideas and figured you were a bit nervous to say anything. “Y/n, do you have any ideas?” He had asked you and your eyes went wide again. “Maybe we should split up at the beginning like girls group up and then boys do something while we hold a pose” you quietly said. You were shy and scared that others would think that the idea is lame. “That’s actually not a bad idea” Eunmin agrees with your idea and you’re actually thankful to Jisung for making you speak up. You as a team decided to split up and try and choreograph the split up parts at the beginning.

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You all end up staying at Hoya’s studio until 10 pm trying to figure out how to choreograph. You had barely got up to half the song done and were worried about how it was gonna go down. Everybody had to slowly leave due to other schedules or curfews from parents. You had stayed back and tried to run through what you and the others have come up with because your memory sucks and you wanted to remember what you learnt. It eventually ended up with you and Jisung left at the studio practicing on your own. You rubbed your head in frustration as you kept forgetting a move. “Need help?” Jisung shyly asked and you nodded. You were mad at yourself that you couldn’t remember. He played the song and tried running it through with you, but you were too nervous to even remember majority of it. You sighed in defeat and started lightly slapping yourself. “Hey! Don’thurt yourself, let's go through it slowly.” Jisung said and grabbed your hand to stop you from slapping yourself. You had flinched when he grabbed your hand because you weren’t expecting it. He had slowly counted and did the steps while watching you through the mirror. It had gotten to the part where you messed up. You had gotten closer to getting the move down but still messed up and you just sat on the floor, letting your hands bury into your face. “Hey don’t be upset you can do it, I promise you. How about we try tomorrow if you’re free. We can run it at my company together and I can help you.” You thought that maybe Jisung was being careless while the cameras were on and recording but you had checked the time and realized it was off-camera hours now. “Do you really mean that? I mean, am I allowed to enter your company?” you were a bit flustered because SM was a scary place and not only that but you had always dreamed of dancing in one of their practice rooms. “Why would I joke around about something like that. You’re allowed as long as you’re with me, I promise it’ll be okay,” he replied and you just smiled at him and nodded. “Okay, ill meet you in front of the building and we can start practice in the evening if thats okay with you? I still have a schedule tomorrow.” You just nodded and bowed to him as thanks. “Ah, no need to bow, we’re teammates and we’re also the same age so don’t be so formal.” You slightly nodded again. Both of you started to pack everything up and head out when Jisung had grabbed your shoulder softly and asked for your number. He got shy right after and looked down “Not for anything else, just in case you get lost tomorrow I can come to find you.” you nodded and put your phone number in. You both had called it a night.

A/n :AHHH THIS WAS THE SECOND PART!!! what will happen with you and jisung??

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I’m His Second Mate Part 2

Genre: angst, fluffish slightly

The feeling of his lips move across mine is like fire with water. Fire is what burns within the depths of your lower stomach that slowly spreads throughout your body to the tips of your fingers. That makes them hyper sensitive to the touch. The sparks that start the fire is when you feel each other’s skin knowing that your close to one another. Making you feel like your in a sauna room. It gets hard to breath in when your lungs on fire with the lack of oxygen, and your heart’s pounding 100 miles per minute. The fire that draws you in like a moth drawn to a flame. Water is the coldness of knowing that he has someone that he loves more than you. It sets out the fire with jolts of hurt, and takes away what was on fire before it’s left with nothing but ash. Even though you hurt yourself more each time you go back in you can’t help it because you desperately want the fire to stay in order to keep you warm with true love instead of coldness of what you call fake love. This is what it feels like but 50 times worse when it’s your mate. Knowing that, that someone he’s loving is suppose to be you.

With these thoughts, and feelings I slowly push Jimin away from me with the hand that was once in his hair. “ what’s wrong?” He asks. I stare at his chest unable to look in his eyes to say,” Jimin I can’t. This isn’t right. We both know you don’t love me and even if we are bonded. You can never love me the way I need and want. You don’t need me like I need you. Your already mated and you have a Luna already. Like I said earlier I’m your second choice. I’m grateful that you saved my life. I truly am grateful, but the thing is I have enough dignity to not break a mating relationship apart. Like you said earlier to me. You don’t want me and not only that you rejected me. You already chose, so I’m going to be respectful and do the right thing for you and me. By stopping this before it hurts both of us in the process more than what it already has. I love you Jimin I do, but I love you enough to let you go and be happy. Even... even if that does mean tearing myself apart .” In the process of saying this I get up off the bed and make my way to my back pack. To take my clothes out and start dressing my naked body.

Now sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand running through his hair with tears falling down his cheeks. He looks at me and says,” Your right. I’m sorry, I went to far. Thank you for sacrificing your self for me and your Luna. But Y/n please know I do love you and don’t think so lowly of yourself. Your the most beautiful person inside and out that I have meet.” He walks toward me to give my forehead a kiss while hugging me tightly. “ I should go. After your classes tomorrow come to the pack house. You need to meet your Luna and the rest of the pack. After this you’ll be able to mind link us. Goodnight Y/n” He walks to the door, but stops to look back at me. Like he’s hesitating to go, but instead of staying he says the last few words that makes my heart beat with ache and pure happiness.” If I never meet her three years ago, and I saw you today. I would have ran to you to hold you in my arms and never had let you go.” With that he walks out and shuts the door behind him. After he shuts the door I slowly crawl into my bed. Collapsing on it with tears coming out of my eyes and sobs coming out of my mouth. I did this for hours until I fell asleep with my heart shattered and my soul broken. Oh how I wish this was different, but there’s nothing I can do.

Next morning

I woke up to a person knocking on my door. With my brain groggy, and my eyes swollen. I almost trip going down stairs to the door that is getting pounded on. I ask, “ Who is it?” The muffled voice behind the door speaks,” Its Jungkook. I’m here to invite you to breakfast since you don’t have food in your house yet.” I slowly open the door to peek through and look at Jungkook. He has bed hair and he’s in his PJs. “Oh thank you for inviting me. I’m starving.” I say stepping of in the freezing air. The type of air that makes you want to go back to your warm bed. Instead we walk beside each other down the dirt trail with awkward silence until he breaks it,” So Fine Arts huh? Why art? Do you like drawing?” I glance at him as I reply,” Yeah I loved drawing people since I was a little pup. My Dad is the one who taught me how to draw, and my Mom loved doing all sorts of math problems.” I smile remembering my parents daily life with me back before the attack. “ Ah is that the reason why you are double majoring Mathematics and Studio Arts? Because your Father loves doing art and your Mother loves doing Math?” I look ahead of me with a sad look in my eyes, “Yes, it makes me feel close to them, but not only that I love both. I couldn’t choose one or the other, so I chose both.” He smiles at me before speaking in an announcer voice.” Oh My Gosh Y/ n the Neeew pack member. Who could have thought, a PURE WHITE wolf with a Mathematical mind and an artistic heart is in OUR PACK. And the crow goes wild!!!!!Yahhhhh!! Woo!!” I Burst out laugh while slapping his arm playfully. “ Stop. It too much hahaha.” He laughs with me. “Welcome to the pack Y/n” I look at him with appreciation, “ No, thank you for accepting me as part of your pack.” As we walk the rest of the way we laugh and joke around.

Until we reach the pack house I started hear lots of chatter and laughter with all different ages. I started to get excited and nervous to the point of wanting to through up. “ What if they don’t like me and what if they won’t accept me? Jimin said to meet them after my classes not before. Oh no, maybe I shou-“ My thoughts get caught off when Jungkook says,” Their going to be shocked yes, but there going to love you. Plus, you got a handsome guy like me as your friend.” He smiles gently at me. “Your right lets go.” We walk in and the house gets quite. All eyes stare at me and Jungkook. My eyes quickly find Jimin’s, but it looks like he’s avoiding me and that hurts.But I try not to let it get to me, so I look away avoiding him as well. Jungkook tapped my shoulder to start guiding me to the kitchen. While getting my food I feel my cheeks getting hot from having so much attention on me. I can practically feel all of their eyes on because of this I feel awkward and unwelcome. So get as little food as possible because I don’t want to be a bother. When I turn around I see a woman walking towards me. Head held up and and struts like a queen. I automatically knew she was Jimin’s mate my new Luna. When she steps close enough she grabs my drink and splashes it on my face. “ How dare you come in here and eat our food without being fully part of the pack.” I look down with tears in my eyes. “ Are you not going to say sorry to your new Luna !” “ I’m sorry”, I quickly bow to show my submission. When I do this she laughs,” Your so pathetic.” I look straight into her eyes and say with a booming voice,” I am not pathetic. “ She is about to smack me but I grab her wrist before she does. I give my food to Jungkook and started to walk away. But I stopped and looked right into Jimin’s eyes and said,” This is your Luna? This is your mate? Good leader for this pack my a**. If this is the way I’m treated. I don’t want to be in this pack. This is not how a Luna should treat her pack members. Goodbye.”

I storm out of the pack house and ran towards my tree house. I can’t believe that he was talking about her with pride. Ugh. As soon as I go inside I packed my dirty clothes and was walking out of my house when I saw Jimin running towards me. I try to avoid him by walking into the woods, but he grabbed my hand pulling me back. “ Stop! Just calm down. Okay?” I look at him with disbelief. “ Wow okay I’m more calm than I was. Now tell me what was that? Is that really how I’m going to be treated? Does she act like that to everyone, or is it just me she’s acting this way to?” He looks at me with pity,” No it’s just you. She found out that your my mate. I told her I rejected you, and you backed off. But it looks like she’s still jealous.” I shake my head“ I don’t care. What she did was unacceptable as a Luna. Respectfully like I said if this is how I’m going to be treated. I don’t want to stay here. I don’t want an apology because I really doubt she truly wants to. All I want is to know is this how I’m going to be treated. I want an honest answer.” I look at him determined.

“ I can’t promise you that you won’t be treated like that with her again , but the rest of the pack won’t.” He grabs my hands looking into my eyes to show me he is talking honestly.” How do you know? I don’t know if I even want to go back. I just wanted the pack to accept me, but I don’t know if they will. Not after that. I want to be in a pack Jimin. I do-“ I cut my self off to look away to wipe my tears. “ Maybe she’s right Jimin. Maybe I am pathetic. Ever since I meet you I have been crying. I’m so tired of crying.” He pulls me into a back hug. “ You’re not pathetic. You been hurt and been through a lot. Please stay and if this happens again you can leave and I’ll let you go but please stay.” I slump my shoulders down. “ Fine but just one last chance. I need to go to my classes anyway. I should be cooled down by then.” I push him away from me.

“ Y/n !” Both Jimin and I turn our heads to see Jungkook running towards me with a girl beside him holding hands. As they caught up to us he asks,” Are you okay?” I give them a small smile,” I’m fine” I say with a scratchy voice from crying. “ who’s this pretty woman next to you?” Jungkook face palms,” Y/n this is my mate IU and IU this is Y/n my new friend” she walks up to me and hugs me to talk gently,” I’m sorry Luna treated you like that. Jungkook told me everything. Your very strong woman to deal with all of this.” I hug her back to say,” Thank you.” I walk back from the hug and look at both Jungkook and Jimin look at us with uwu expression on their faces. IU and I both said at the exact same time, “ What?” We all look at each other and burst out laughing. We all stopped laughing when we hear,” What the he** is going on here. Jungkook and IU I order you to go back to the pack and ignore this mate home wrecker !!”

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