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stuckinmymind22 · 7 days ago

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playlists | stay/is it over now? + better man

Chapter 1

pair: portgas d. ace x afab reader (she/her)

modern au | multimedia | musician ace | more info on story

tags: fluff fluff and more fluff, cursing, group chat alert, luffy cameo, goofy ace, also they’re both fucking stupid lowkey (she said like she didn’t write them that way) lowkey imply ace and reader are sluts (good for you!!)

mdni: please - look i can't tell you how to live your life but this isn't for you pls avoid thx

wc: 7.7k (i said it would be shorter and it's the same fucking length 😭)

excerpt:

“You wanna go back to my place?” Ace asks. After the words leave his mouth he seems to have realized the potential implications of them. His face reddens and he trips over his words, “N-Not like that - I -” You cut him off with a laugh, unknowingly bestowing mercy on the poor man, who knows he would’ve dug himself deeper trying to escape. This is by far the most embarrassed you have ever seen him, and it is kind of endearing. It’s clear that he has started to let you past his confident persona, and you appreciate the vulnerability. Your interruption gives him time to recover, at least a little bit. “I meant to like play video games,” he clarifies, scratching the back of his neck. To his relief, you readily agree to his offer, rather eagerly too. He probably shouldn’t read into that, right?

a/n: AHHHHHHH sorry it took so long i want to say it wont happen again but i am not predictable. also it turns out i really like the word mischief (thank you thesaurus or else it’d be in here 16 times)

we're working really hard on not second guessing every single thing i write, but i am in the trenches lol somethings might be cringe but that's part of the process idfk

important: theres a lot of text messages (well i feels like a lot) and i did my best to add in alt text so i hope that works if anyone needs it. lowkey starts off a bit choppy bc there's a lot of texts but it'll get longer i promise (this'll also happen again though)

song(s): there's a lot of songs in this chapter, so i made a list but they'll still be linked when used.

just a note that the songs don't necessarily reflect what happens in the chapter

stay - post malone is it over now? - taylor swift better man - 5 seconds of summer

here's the playlist for everything

He remembered, that’s the first thing you think when you hear the line. It’s a question about last night’s show. Because you told him how you were dreading it. Not only did he remember, he cared enough to ask.

Holy shit.

A confusing feeling blossoms in your chest when you figure it out. You don’t want to not read into it too much, but there’s a portion of your mind that is running wild. You're unsure of the exact intention behind it but it’s got you hook line and sinker – not that you are going to admit that to anyone, not even yourself.

Truth be told it is something you never would’ve thought of doing, talking with lyrics like this. Ace found a love language that you didn't know existed, much less one that you’re already fluent in. The platonic kind, you hastily tact on to the thought.

Knowing he’s already near his phone (judging by his quick response time) you’re calling him before you even notice you’re doing it. To your surprise, Ace picks up before the second ring, leaving you no time to second guess your actions. “You know you could’ve just asked me to call you, or call me yourself,” you tease, forgoing a greeting. Once he answered, talking to him came naturally, despite your initial nerves.

“Well hello to you too,” Ace laughs. His voice sounds even better than you remember, somehow. “And I know, but this is more fun,” the mischievous twinge in his voice has you wishing you could see his face in more than your mind’s eye. “So are you gonna tell me or do I have to guess,” he teases.

“I don't know, maybe you should ask,” you push back. Ace sighs exaggeratedly but relents. “I’m so glad you asked,” you giggle. You go on to tell him about the night before, which, luckily, went better than you expected.

Unaware, or uncaring, of the passage of time the two of you talk for nearly an hour before the call comes to an end. Your heart’s racing, you need to tell someone about this.

note: i completely forgot about kaya until i was adding the alt text to this and i dont wanna redo it, so please forgive me

Despite Ace making an effort to show up early, when he arrives at the cafe you agreed to meet at he finds you waiting there for him. You spot him quickly and wave him over wearing a big smile. He tries to ignore the way his heart picks up pace.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you say playfully, bumping his shoulder as he stands next to you entering the line.

“It’s a small world,” Ace shrugs, sticking his hands in his pockets, “Whatcha gonna get?”

“Why? You wanna copy me, Cowboy?” you tease, eyes flickering to his hat.

“Cowboy?” he questions, amused. “It suits you,” you shrug. Ace can’t help but recognize how this mirrors one of your first interactions when he called you doll for the first time.

The banter between the two of you flows freely, until you sit down at a table in the back corner of the cafe and your demeanor starts to shift. Ace watches you as you stare at the table and play with your hands. He can’t help but wonder what’s on your mind, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t seen you nervous like this before. Whatever inner turmoil you were experiencing seems to disappear and you look back at him with a disarming smile.

“I don’t think I asked this, but how long have you been performing? I mean seeing you play - it’s clear you’re a seasoned vet when it comes to crowd work cause that kind of skill doesn’t appear overnight,” your singing of his praises has Ace becoming flustered. He’s never been good with compliments.

It isn’t hard to see that he isn’t as confident in his abilities as he pretends to be. Logically, he knows that what you’re saying is true, but something in his brain refuses to believe it. Either way his cheeks flare up and he avoids your eyes until the red in his face has died down.

“I started playing shows a few years ago, in my late teens. Playing really wherever I could and I did that for a couple of years,” it’s at this point he looks at you again, “I had to quit for a few months but other than that it’s been nonstop since I started.”

“Was that when you joined the navy?” you ask. Ace is a little taken aback by your question, he didn’t expect you to remember something he told you in passing the first time you met. This time, Ace is able to hide the blush he felt creeping up his neck. He can’t help but feel ridiculous, he isn’t like this with other people. Besides, you’re friends, just friends.

“Yeah, I got pretty big over there,” he admits. “I even had a few labels approach me, but I wasn’t interested in working with them. One of them’s super persistent though. Like annoyingly persistent. I said I wasn’t interested and they didn’t let go. They’re a big one too, so not even me moving across the country stopped them from knocking at my door.”

“They’re still bothering you?” you raise an eyebrow. Shit, he was not supposed to tell you that. “If they’re that interested in you, you probably could get a good deal.”

“I’m working on it,” the words slip out of his mouth before he can think about them. Shit. He really wasn’t supposed to say that. Why did he tell you that? You barely know each other.

But then again, he’s always been a pretty good judge of character and for some reason he trusts you. Now that the cat’s out of the bag there’s no point in trying to hide it, plus he’s been dying to talk to someone about it.

Ace leans in, scanning your surroundings before whispering, “I’m not supposed to be telling you this, so you gotta swear yourself to secrecy.” Wearing an endearing, goofy grin he extends his finger. A pinky promise.

Donning a faux seriousness you nod in agreement. You’re barely able to contain your amusement as you swear yourself to secrecy. Something in Ace’s stomach flutters at you playing along with the bit, but he simply chalks it up to sharing information he’s not supposed to.

After the promise is made Ace tells you that “for some reason” this big label is dead set on signing him. You know the reason they would do that, you think it’s blatantly obvious too. You aren’t sure if he’s being coy saying that or if he doesn’t see how talented he actually is (it’s both). Because of their interest he has been given the upper hand in negotiations, which for an unsigned, relatively unknown artist, is practically unheard of.

He knows he probably shouldn’t go into the details but you look so cute intently listening to him like this. Plus you did pinky promise. “It is still in talks, so nothing is set in stone yet, but I’m not supposed to be discussing it,” he clarifies, you nod in understanding and he continues, “To be honest, I’m not even sure I’ll take the deal, even if they give me everything I want. I really like to be independent and not having to answer to anyone.

“However,” Ace’s tone turns mischievous and his eyes light up, “it is fun to see how far they’ll go.”

“So you’re trolling them,” you question, clearly amused by his antics. “Basically,” he confirms with sparkling eyes and a shit-eating grin. “But who knows? I might take them up on the offer” he feigns sincerity, pausing for a moment. You raise an eyebrow, knowing more is coming. “...Eventually, probably not though.” There it is, the roguish smile slips back onto his face. You shake your head but fail to hold back your laugh.

“‘s kinda annoying that they don’t leave me alone. And I’m doing fine without ‘em. I’m nearly halfway through my first album, just gotta get back in the studio – it’s been a while,” Ace chuckles.

“I don’t think I’ve been in a studio in years,” you confess.

“You make music?” he questions, a little surprised you didn’t bring that up earlier, although you haven’t known each other too long he supposes.

“I mean kinda?” you say more as a question. “I really enjoy production, I actually went to school for it.”

“For real?”

“Mmhmm,” you confirm, “that’s where I met Luffy and Usopp actually. We took a class together and Usopp’s the one who got me my job.”

“You should come into the studio with me sometime. Maybe you can show me the ropes or something,” Ace says so casually with a charming smile that it nearly takes your breath away.

“I don’t know, I’m definitely out of practice,” you confide.

“So?” he questioned, “I’m sure it’ll be easy to pick back up.”

“We’ll see,” you smile, leaving it open ended.

Your conversation wanders and by the time it dies down your drinks are long gone and so is your reason to stay, but neither of you truly want to leave each other’s company. A rare semi-awkward silence envelopes the table as the two of you independently rack your brain for some way to prolong your time together, neither of you aware that the other is doing the same.

You cut him off with a laugh, unknowingly bestowing mercy on the poor man, who knows he would’ve dug himself deeper trying to escape. This is by far the most embarrassed you have ever seen him, and it is kind of endearing. It’s clear that he has started to let you past his confident persona, and you appreciate the vulnerability.

Your interruption gives him time to recover, at least a little bit. “I meant to like play video games,” he clarifies, scratching the back of his neck. To his relief, you readily agree to his offer, rather eagerly too. He probably shouldn’t read into that, right?

~~~~~~

It isn’t until you are both standing in front of his door that the nerves really hit Ace. He doesn’t usually bring girls home, especially not just to hang out. Now that he’s thinking about it he has never brought a girl here since he moved in a few months ago. You’re kind of uncharted waters to him, he admits to himself. But there’s no going back now, besides, he wanted this– he wants this.

You can see the tension build in his shoulders as thoughts race through his mind. Ace opens the door, moving to the side to let you in first. You’re curious what’s got him stressed but you decide not to question it, instead you direct your attention to the interior.

The apartment is pretty standard for a single man in his twenties. It has all the necessities, a couch, a lamp, a TV (with its own dedicated stand, so that’s impressive), and a small coffee table. If anything it was above average out of the many similar places you’ve been to. The only things out of place were the guitar precariously perched against the couch and a litany of notebooks. Evidence of his songwriting. He moves the notebooks and guitars out of the way with great care.

“Um, what game do you want to play?” Ace questions, consciously trying not to be awkward.

You rack your brain for a game, it doesn't take you long to settle on one. It's a popular one that you're quite good at - there's the added bonus that it's competitive and you and Ace have a score to settle (not that this compares to drinking but it is a competition so it still counts in your mind).

“You’re in luck,” he says, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Little do you know that you picked the one he wants to play; it’s one of his favorites too. As he is pulling up the game he tosses you a controller. “I should warn you that I am pretty good at this one,” he teases, “But don’t worry, I’ll let you warm up. Give you a fighting chance and all.”

You scrunch your nose in mock offence. “I’m not worried,” you assert, holding your head high, “I don’t even need a warm up, I’m ready to kick your ass right now.”

“I like the confidence,” Ace responds, “but I haven’t played for a while so please.” He isn’t exactly lying, he hasn’t played the game in a while, but he isn’t exactly telling the truth either – he does genuinely want you to have a fighting chance and he knows that this way your pride won’t get in the way. Your eyes soften and you relent to his request.

After choosing characters and picking one of the easier maps you start playing. Despite being the one who claimed he needed a refresher, Ace is very talkative. The things he’s bringing up aren’t even related to the game, still you entertain him and answer his questions, finding it amusing that he’s unable to keep his mouth shut.

Somehow, you don’t notice how Ace keeps stealing looks at you – he can’t help it though. You’re sitting cross legged next to him, your knee just barely brushing against him, drawing his attention with every slight move you make. It doesn’t help that you look so pretty focused like this, your tongue peaking out of the corner of your mouth in concentration. Once again, you’re confusing him.

He tries talking to take his mind off of it but not only did that not work, it also made him awful at the game. In the first practice round you absolutely annihilate him. There is no other way around it. You tease him for it too, asking if he needs more time to warm up. Ace has no shame in taking you up on that offer, this time stepping up his game. He’s doing pretty well, your skill levels start to seem pretty evenly matched. Feeling more confident he risks a glance at you, and yet again his performance falters. This time he snaps out of it quicker, making a comeback and even winning the round.

“You ready to play for real, Dollface?” Ace challenges.

“You ready for your ego to get bruised,” you retort with a playful glimmer in your eyes. “I don’t see that happening, Doll,” he teases back. “You never know,” you say. Ace laughs, shaking his head.

“Best two out of three?” he questions. “Sure,” you agree, “but it won’t matter either way, I’m gonna crush you.” You know you’re not that good at the game but it’s fun to talk shit idk.

It doesn’t take long for the competition to heat up, both of your competitive natures coming to light. Playful smack talk becomes the backdrop of the rounds with both of you occasionally bumping the other to psych them out. Round three things start to get really tense, you’re tied and so the winner takes all.

Ace manages to take the lead by a rather significant margin, “Looks like I’m winning this one,” Ace beams, his victory seeming imminent.

“Not so fast, hot stuff,” you push back. The comment takes him by surprise, throwing him off of his game. His brain pauses, did you just admit that you also find him attractive?

“Oh so I’m hot stuff now?” he teases. He watches you freeze as embarrassment takes over. “I kinda liked Cowboy,” he continues, with a fake pout.

“It’s not like it’s a lie though,” you say, making momentary eye contact, “might even be more fitting.” Okay now you doubled down on it. Ace is definitely reading into it now. Even after he recovers from the initial shock he doesn’t refocus on the game, his attention now centered on you. You (unknowingly) take advantage of his distraction and manage to pull ahead and win the round.

Going to rub your victory in his face you notice that he is out of it. You realize that he was playing half heartedly and demand a rematch. You want to win fair and square. Ace complies and he wins the next one. You try to walk back the rematch claiming the victory was valid, but (predictably) he fights back. Best two out of three turns into best three out of five to best five out of seven. Eventually, you stop keeping score at all.

Laughter echoes throughout the room, both of your antics and tactics for winning getting more and more ridiculous. You can’t recall the last time you laughed this hard. You really like being around Ace, and that might become a real problem, but for now you push that to the back of your mind. It’s an issue for later, for now you want to concentrate on the present and enjoy his company.

Although you’d started at a respectable distance, that gap’s been closing slowly without your awareness. Following another win you turn to gloat and you realize exactly how close you are. Ace’s freckles are much more visible from here. Automatically, your brain starts painting constellations on his cheeks finding patterns in the dots speckling his face.

Your eyes fall down to his lips and stop their journey. It is clear that something has shifted. There is an unknown gravity that is pulling you in. You’re so close now, you can feel his breath fanning across your face. If you lean in just a little bit more –

The sound of the front door slamming open brings you back to reality. Eyes grow wide in joint surprise. Luffy’s greeting rings out through the room. Before he can suspect anything you move away from Ace, trying to bury your disappointment.

Ace, whose back is towards the door, shakes his head, muttering a curse at his brother before turning around. “Luffy, what did I tell you about slamming the door,” Ace shouts, chastising his brother. “Sorry,” Luffy laughs, kicking his shoes off.

You take the moment of refuge to process what just happened, well what almost just happened. It’s good that this happened actually, you reason with yourself. It would only complicate things in the long run. Imagine if things go south and you were forced to see him at work, no thank you.

Ace gives up on scolding Luffy for his repeated unannounced visits as the younger boy walks away into the kitchen. Hold on, why is Luffy here? “Sorry about him, he has keys to the place, which I regret giving him, and likes to show up and raid the fridge,” Ace makes a point to say the last parts louder, clearly intending for his brother to hear. Luffy’s boisterous laugh echoes from the kitchen.

Luffy must’ve caught onto the fact that Ace had company over because he exits the kitchen with curious eyes. Actively eating out of an open tupperware of leftovers, he scans the room catching sight of you on the couch. In classic Luffy fashion, he greets you excitedly – mouth full of food. Then he looks puzzled. “Why are you here?” he asks point blank. His abrasive questions are nothing new to you so you don’t take it personally.

“She’s –” Ace starts off, not getting far before Luffy cuts him off. “Oooo, video games! I wanna play!” Luffy exclaims. He quickly annihilates whatever it is he’s eating before returning the dishes to the kitchen.

Ace knows that Luffy isn’t the best at recognizing social cues and it isn’t even his fault. However, that doesn’t stop Ace from being annoyed. He is ready to throw him out by the scruff of his neck when Luffy reemerges. Luffy, still full of excitement, stands nearby seemingly waiting for permission to join.

Realizing Luffy would be a good buffer and help prevent whatever the hell nearly happened, you readily accept his involvement, but ultimately leave the decision up to Ace. Ace wants to say no, he really wants to say no, but you expressing your willingness for him to join and Luffy’s fucking puppydog eyes (Ace always has been a sucker for them, especially knowing that they are earnest everytime) has him caving really quick.

“Yay!” Luffy exclaims, running over to grab a controller. Luffy, for his part, is pumped to be hanging out with both of you guys. You’re two of his favorite people in the whole wide world, why wouldn’t he want to hang out with you together. He plops down between the two of you eager to play. You can’t help but chuckle at his extreme joy.

At first Luffy doesn’t play the game seriously, choosing to goof off. At one point he gets up in the middle of a match to go get (steal) more food, walking right past Ace who yells at him prompting Luffy to laugh. During his absence you and Ace focused on fighting each other, ignoring Luffy’s character – turns out that was a mistake. Luffy comes back, mouthful of food and manages to beat you both. And not by a little bit he destroys you both, claiming victory for the first time that night. In hindsight it was slightly suspicious that he was losing so badly when you remember him being somewhat decent at the game (as in he doesn’t die in 30 seconds, not that he wins).

After that the gloves are off, it turns out that Luffy is now good at the game, like really good. He goes on a winning streak. You’re rotating who is picking the map for the rounds and no matter what is chosen it’s like Luffy has the home game advantage. You and Ace grow increasingly more exacerbated, accusing him of cheating despite none of you knowing how one could even cheat at this game. He keeps laughing at the incredulous looks on your faces.

Luffy bags nearly half a dozen rounds before you start to do something about it. When it is Luffy’s turn to pick the map, Ace catches your eyes. Somehow you two have become masters at silent communications. Immediately you know that he wants to form an alliance to take his brother down. With your joint effort you manage to take him out. Both of you cheer in victory, seemingly forgetting that the match wasn’t over until Luffy brings it up. And the game is back on.

Luffy doesn't win a single round after your joint effort to take him out, but he laughs at how competitive you and Ace are. You end up going back down to a two player game while Luffy watches, periodically leaving for more food (you’ve stopped questioning how he does it at this point). Luffy eventually announces his departure – citing his hunger as the reason, which Ace knows means that he cleaned them out again.

And just like that, you and Ace are back to being alone.

Some of the tension from earlier bubbles its way back up to the surface, and it’s clear that the both of you feel it too. Even after forcing the energy to go away it still lingers; it’s background radiation now. Despite your feelings, both of you are pretending that you’re “just friends.”

Ace is the first to break the silence, offering you something to drink (scolding himself for forgetting to do so earlier). Luffy might eat all their food but he knows better than to drink all their alcohol/but at least he leaves the booze alone. You gratefully accept his offer.

However, you were not prepared for what watching him use a bottle opener would do for you/would awaken in you. Why the fuck is that sexy when he does it? You feel insane. It is not normal to have that reaction and it is definitely not normal to feel that way about a friend. The problem is worse than you thought, you have to nip it in the bud. Have you seen his arms? Dear lord. Even your thoughts betray you. Annoyingly, you can’t stop imagining the feeling of his lips.

The worst part is he’s none the wiser for it, but you intend to keep it that way. You beat the horny demon back with a stick (insert bonk meme). With some effort you are finally able to force the thoughts away at least for the time being. Once you return to normal, you realize he’s talking to you.

“-- I don’t know how he did it. He used to suck at that game and whine every time he lost, I can’t believe he wiped the floor with us.” You’re quick to catch onto the fact that he’s talking about Luffy’s insane winning streak

“I wasn’t expecting it either. Last time we played this at game night he was pretty bad at it. It’s crazy how fast he turned that around,” you say, slipping into the conversation as if you were attentive the whole time.

~~~~~~

“You’ve never seen it?” Ace questions, eyes wide. After getting some food delivered, the two of you had gotten onto the topic of your favorite movies and you have never seen his favorite. You confirm again that you don’t know the movie. He shakes his head, “That ain’t right, we gotta fix this.” A chuckle leaves your lips, but you don’t protest. Ace is already pulling the film up when he pauses and checks the time, “Ah shit, it’s getting late. D’ya think you have time for a movie?” he questions with a hopeful gaze.

Checking your phone, you determine you have at least a couple more hours before you’d get uncomfortable walking home. “I got the time,” you say and watch as a faint smile blossoms on his lips – the very lips you were staring at earlier, dying to kiss.

Calm down, you scold yourself.

“Okay, wait right there,” he says before dashing away sporting a childish grin. God, he is not helping your cause. He runs into the kitchen and moments later you hear the hum of a microwave. First you were horny and now you’re acting like you’re in high school. You need to pull yourself together. His footsteps pad off to somewhere else but you are no longer paying attention to him, at least you’re trying really hard not to.

The description of the movie starts to look real interesting, you read and reread it until you can think straight. By the time that happens, Ace is already on his way back with a big bowl of popcorn and a comforter, shutting off lights as he goes.

After setting down the popcorn on the table, Ace plops onto the couch. “Come closer, I don’t bite,” he teases, lifting up the edge of the thick blanket. “Unless you want me to,” he winks, it could just be the lighting but his eyes seem darker than before. Your breath catches momentarily at the insinuation before a chuckle runs through you and you scoot over to join him underneath the blanket.

Now satisfied that you’re all settled he presses play and promises you a cinematic masterpiece. It's hard for you to focus on it at first (or anything really), especially when you realize how close you are to him. In reality, you’re not much closer than you were playing video games, but under a blanket it somehow felt different.

It doesn’t take long before the story draws you in, pulling you away from your confusing thought processes. Ace, however, did not account for how distracting you would be. Oftentimes he found himself watching your reactions to what was happening more than the movie itself. He wants to think that it’s because he knows it so well he doesn’t need to look to know what’s happening, but that’s not true.

Not too long after the film started you catch Ace looking at you. “What?” you question with a laugh. He silently dismisses your question with a smile, turning his attention back to the screen. Shrugging it off you do the same.

Forcing himself to look at the TV instead of you turns out to be a good idea. This way you can no longer distract him. Ace falls back into the familiar storyline, getting absorbed by it.

A little bit past the halfway mark of the film you start to grow sleepy. At some point you got even closer together, now you can feel his body heat radiating off of him. Your eyelids are getting heavy. His smell is oddly comforting, between his blanket and the source the scent envelopes you. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open so much that you don’t even notice when you give in to the exhaustion.

A weight falls on Ace’s shoulder out of nowhere. It doesn’t take him long to realize what it is or rather who it is. He’s ready to tease you about it too but his heart melts hearing your soft rhythmic breaths and seeing the peaceful look on your face. He isn’t sure what to do, but he is pretty sure that it follows the cat rule; he is now stuck there until you wake up.

Ace tries to go back to the movie, but he is hyper aware of your head on his shoulder. With nowhere to go and no way to escape you he is forced to face how he feels about you.

In all honesty, you confuse him (to put it bluntly).

You’re friends, he knows that. Yet he wants more - at least he thinks he does. This doesn’t feel like it’s strictly platonic, there’s too much chemistry for that. Shit, he nearly kissed you not even three full hours ago. Troubling enough, he still wants to, and he has for a while now.

Ace tries to figure out what you are to him - what he wants you to be to him – but he can’t quite make sense of it. He’s never really wanted someone like this before and that scares him. Your dynamic is something right outside of his familiarity, he understands most of it but there’s some parts that are confusing.

He knows that he thinks you’re hot, and if earlier meant anything he’s pretty sure you find him attractive too. That part he understands. He also gets the whole friendship thing. What he doesn’t understand is why you using him as a pillow makes him so happy. Why did his heart race when you sent him back songs asking him to coffee? And most of all what the hell possessed him to tell you about his family?

Back at the cafe you had gotten to talking about your childhoods, which prompted you to ask him about his family. The question was innocent enough, it was clear that you just wanted to get to know him, but it came with baggage you couldn't have possibly known about. He normally doesn’t like talking about it but he felt comfortable with you for some reason. Some information about it he felt comfortable enough to share with you freely. He told you about his mother, the neighbor who had offered him refuge when he needed it. Hell, he even touched on Dadan and his life before his brothers. Then you asked about his dad. Once again you had no idea of how the topic of the man leaves a bitter taste in Ace’s mouth. As soon as you noticed how uncomfortable he was, you completely switched the subject. You did it naturally too, like you were trying to cover up the fact that you were giving him an out. You were so quick to bail him out of a conversation he wasn’t comfortable with. It made him like you more, trust you more too, enough that he was willing to circle back to the topic. He has been pushing the boundaries of what he’s comfortable with sharing already, so what’s a little bit more he reasoned to himself. Also, with how well the two of you get along, you were probably going to find out about it eventually. “I don’t talk to my father,” Ace stated emotionlessly, jumping head first into it during a lull in your conversation. You were clearly surprised by him bringing it back up, but you let him talk. “I’ve actually never met the man and never want to. I could if I did, I know where he is and how to reach him, but I have no desire to have anything to do with him,” a hint of bitterness seeps into his tone, contradicting the indifference he exhibited earlier. “Why?” your voice was small, the question seemed to have slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it, when you registered you had said it you clamped your hand over your mouth. “Ummm,” Ace hesitated, “he’s in prison, like famously so,” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, no longer keeping eye contact. You could tell that he was debating whether he wanted to continue or not and you reminded him that he doesn’t have to tell you anything. That only strengthened his resolve. “I took my mom’s last name to not be associated with him. It’s funny that I’ve never had any contact with him and he still managed to fuck up my life,” he said with a half hearted laugh. He wasn’t entirely sure if he had the courage to tell you his name, but he ripped that bandaid off regardless, “His name’s Gol D. Roger.” Your eyes widened in surprise. Of course you knew the name, he braced himself for impact, or questions at least, but it never came. Instead, he got a look of confusion from you, “You didn’t do any of it so I don’t really care who he is.” Your reaction reminded him a lot of Luffy’s when they were kids, maybe that’s why he felt safe telling you. “Sorry about not having a dad though,” you said, catching him off guard. He snorted, but in the way that coffee ended up going down the wrong pipe and in his nose. “Oh my god, are you okay,” you laughed. Ace responded with a weak thumbs up and you pat him on the back until he got his breathing back under control.

Ace tries to think back on the day as a whole, but he keeps coming back to that moment. He couldn’t figure out what that moment alone means, let alone all of the other things too.

He has virtually no experience with romantic relationships, in fact they are so foreign to him that the thought of one doesn’t even cross his mind. He’s racking his brain to try and come up with an answer. The closest thing he can come up with is a friends with benefits situation. He’s done it before and it has worked (granted it has also failed miserably), but is it even worth the risk?

While he knows he’d be down for it, Ace has no clue if that is something you’d even consider. For all he knows you could be in a relationship. Fuck, what if you’re already seeing someone. He’s never asked, he’s never even thought to. This idea could be dead in the water already. Plus you’re probably not interested in him anyways.

Even if there is something between you two, Ace knows better than to make a move on you (despite how much he kinda wants to). You’re too entwined in his life at the moment for that to be a good idea. For starters you work at the place he now will have regular gigs at. And not simply work there but you are on the production team meaning you’d have regular contact. Not only that, but you’re one of Luffy’s good friends. He heard all about you before he even knew he was gonna meet you (Luffy called Ace a LOT while he was away, keeping him updated on his life in almost excruciating detail). If things were to get messy his brother would be stuck in the middle of it all, and Ace doesn’t want to do that to him. On the other hand, because you are so entwined in his life, will he even be able to hold himself back?

You just got into his life and he already likes having you around so he wouldn’t want to spoil that either. Friends is probably all it could be – friends who find each other hot, sure, but friends nonetheless. But why doesn’t that sit right with him?

~~~~~~

Not long after you leave, while he’s picking up (mostly after Luffy), Ace hears keys in the door. Sabo’s home. Honestly he didn’t even realize he was gone.

“Where were you?” Ace asks his brother as he enters their shared apartment. In all honesty his brother’s unusual absence slipped his mind.

“How was your day?” Sabo questions, ignoring him entirely. Ace does not like the way he said that, like he knows something. Nevermind that he rarely asks that in the first place.

“You first,” Ace stands his ground.

Sabo sighs but gives in, “I got dinner with Luffy then we went to his place.” Knowing he was with Luffy, Ace suddenly understands his tone earlier. There is no way that Luffy didn’t tell him about your presence, the kid isn’t exactly known for keeping his mouth shut. He now knows exactly where this conversation is headed and that there is no escaping it. Ace sighs in defeat, bracing himself for the interrogation.

“You like her, don’t you?” Sabo smiles, no longer under the pretense of asking about his day. Ace, annoyingly, has to hold back a blush, he just hopes the tips of his ears aren’t betraying him by turning red.

“I mean, kinda. She’s a friend, y’know,” Ace tries, really just wanting to get out of this. Sabo levels Ace a look, clearly not buying it. “I don’t know what you want from me,” he caves.

“You know you can’t lie to me, why are you trying,” Sabo says.

“I’m not, she’s just a friend,” Ace insists, he knows full well that he is, he just wishes that it was the truth and that these weird feelings he’s having would go away. At least that would make things a hell of a lot easier. Going for you is a bad idea and he knows it. He just wishes he wasn’t looking for/craving trouble.

Sensing that Sabo didn’t believe him, he gives in, “Fine, I think I like her, I don’t know. It’s weird plus it’s a bad idea. Also no way she goes for me, but still.” Unspeaking, Sabo prompts Ace to continue. Annoyingly, he realizes that talking this through is probably going to help. Ace makes his way to the small dining table they have in the living room with a heavy sigh. When he looks back at his brother, he looks more vulnerable.

“I fucking told her about my dad, Sabo” Ace confesses, hands running through his hair. Sabo’s eyes widen in surprise, it looks like it’s even more than he (and Koala, his long term girlfriend, who knows all about this) thought. The blond takes the seat next to him waiting for him to continue. Ace is fiddling with his hands.

“I’m not even sure why I told her,” Ace starts, fiddling with his hands. “She didn’t even care, no comments, no questions, no nothing,” Ace looks Sabo in the eyes, conveying things that he doesn’t even understand yet. Sabo is well aware of how Ace has been treated due to his biological father, he has witnessed it first hand, right away he knows how big of a deal this is to him.

Ace’s tone and body language shift away from the earlier vulnerability, “But nothing’s gonna happen. It’s all platonic. She’s just really easy to talk to.” He isn’t sure who he is trying to convince, Sabo or himself.

Understanding that he wants to drop the dad topic (even if they’re brothers it isn’t something he loves to talk about) Sabo grows mischievous. “And hot too, right?” he teases.

Ace’s head snaps to him, freaked out that he can tell that. How does he know that? The question is implied. Sabo laughs, accomplishing his goal with Ace’s deer in the headlights look, he’d love to leave it there but he chooses to explain further, “After the party, when you got home, you would not shut up about her. Your ass was hovering over the toilet talking about the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. I should’ve recorded it, it was embarrassing.”

“Bastard,” Ace scoffs, but his face is inflamed.

“It got pretty graphic too,” Sabo goes on, completely ignoring Ace’s comment in favor of imitating some of the things that he said until Ace’s face was bright red.

“Shut up!” Ace protests, he is so glad you’re not here to see this, but Sabo continues mocking him.

“I almost left you alone to choke and die,” Sabo laughs, right now Ace is kinda wishing he did.

A notification from Ace’s phone pulls him from the conversation (thankfully). It’s a text from you. Sabo also knows it’s a text from you, he can tell by the way Ace is looking at his phone. This is just proving his point, the one he danced around because, knowing his brother, leading him to a conclusion works so much better than telling him point blank.

There’s not anything more he can do so Sabo leaves for his room. Oh wait, he learned something. “Hey Ace,” Sabo calls out from behind the cover of his door (just in case), successfully getting his attention. “She’s single by the way,” he continues wiggling his brows.

“Shut up,” the protest from Ace is weak, his attention clearly back on whatever you were saying.

this one got messed up, pretend those heart hands are at the bottom

BONUS:

they both wingmaning ace independently tbh

we were so close to escaping the y/n curse but then the texts came and i couldn’t figure a way out of it

a/n: so about the bottle opener thing…. i can explain… arms 🤤 ngl i forgot i put that in there until i was "proofreading"

in my headcanon the video game was super smash bros (v silly of me to have a hc about something i wrote)

btw someone needs to stop me there is a slim (large) chance that im gonna make reader have a drunk tattoo (nothing bad probably like doodlebob or a random shape) jus for a joke that isn't really funny

i literally i too much to say i'm making a whole debrief for this 😭

thank you for reading ily 💕

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yunhowooyo · 2 years ago

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slipped and fell

jeong yunho x gn!reader ~ fluff wc: 488

“you wanna know what i just realized?”

“hmm.. what’s that darling?”

you flip your body forward, blood rushing through your head and pounding behind your ears as your body retakes an upright position. after taking a moment to gather your bearings, you turn your body to face your boyfriend on the couch.

“it’s about the first time we met. remember how you slipped on wooyoung’s spilled coke in the cafeteria and landed directly in my lap?”

“god, how could i forget,” he chuckled, a light shade of peach dusting his plushy cheeks. “i was mortified, i literally crushed the girl i was crushing on.”

“yeah, that kinda hurt by the way. anyways, what i realized is- first, you fell on me, then, you fell for me!” you exclaimed, clearly excited by the romcom-esque parallels. “at least i think you did… you’ve fallen for me right?”

yunho ever so slightly leans his upper body toward you, raising his eyebrow. “is this your sneaky attempt at getting me to say the ‘L word’?”

leaning back and placing your hand to your heart, you glare at your clever boy with fake shock. “how dare you! i would never pressure you into saying something so serious … is it working?”

“y/n, it’s 2 am and we’re in our pajamas. i’m not gonna say that for the first time right now.”

“well why not?” you whine.

“because it’s not special enough!” he flails, appalled by your nonchalance. “when i tell you how much you mean to me for the first time, i’m going to make sure it’s the most achingly romantic event you’ll ever experience, and you’re gonna love it.”

“and if i don’t love it?”

he fold his hands in his lap, taking on a false air of prophetic wiseness. “then there would have to be something wrong with you, meaning i’d be forced to break up with you.”

“you’d break up with me if there was something wrong with me?! how supportive you are.”

defending himself, he explains, “i could never date a heartless anti-romantic.” he reaches his hand over and hooks it around your waist, pulling you into his side and leaning back into the couch. “…so it’s a good thing you’re such a hopeless romantic.”

you lean into his broad chest and rest your head on his shoulder, your lips only a breath apart. “…well so are you.”

“yes i am. and that’s why we’re so cute together,” he proclaims, pecking your nose, your cheek, your temple, anywhere on your face he can reach.

you squirm away, wriggling in his arms and pretending as if you’re grossed out by his affection. he shoves you back into his embrace, squeezing your arms against your body and your cheek to his chest to prevent your undesired escape. you accept defeat and relax your muscles against him, but not without one last muttering against his soft t-shirt.

“dork.”

“your dork.”

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hi!! i’m sami and i’ve literally never written a work of fiction before. pls go easy on me.

writing is something i’ve been wanting to get into for a while but never had the courage to explore, so i finally forced myself to type this up in 15 minutes after a quick burst of “if i never start i’ll never get good”. PLEASE feel free to give me comments, criticism, tips, anything really, because i genuinely do want to improve and learn to tell stories worth reading.

i’m hoping to write again soon, but honestly i have no sort of prediction of how this whole writing thing will go, so maybe drop a follow if you wanna see more? (plus, my account as of now serves as a fully-function fic rec database, so you’ll at least get something out of it)

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undermattsun-archive · 4 years ago

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baptismal

(skate rat) sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader | w.c 1.5k

a/n: man idk more sacrilege, touch of inspo from linsanity’s sexual baptism tag, so thank u @sugardaddykenma + @pomsuki said dick suckin and here we r♡.. btw apologies if the ending seems sudden? i rlly didn’t wanna write a full smut again....am a lil burnt out from that i rlly wanted to just write the...water boarding.......and spitting

dedicated to @dymphnasprose my sacrilege chaos soulmate (thx for reading this 4 me twice smoochies)

18+ university age | pls read warnings

tw sacrilegious, tw dubcon, tw dacryphilia, tw humiliation, tw degradation, tw breathplay, tw choking, tw spitting, tw waterboarding (not really?), tw mean mean mean sakusa is mean (but like reader is kind of into it)

tw miki is once again making terrible use of her catholic upbringing :’)

A sharp pain slices up your spine as your back is slammed against your desk, hands flying up to desperately grip at the Sakusa shoulders, his tongue continuing it’s ruthless search of your mouth.

“C-Can’t.” You shove at his chest, gasping for air, trying not to let the disappointed click of his tongue wear down on you. You risk a glance up to meet his eyes, flinching at the darkened look settled upon his face.

He slams his hands down on the desk, shoving his face close-up to yours, scrutinizing eyes picking apart your features.

“Disgusting,” He muses, making your eyes widen and water, “don’t cry now, you’re the one who invited me up here.” He brushes a finger under your eye, a cruel smile rendering the gesture sarcastic, mocking. With a tilt of his head he tightens a grip on your jaw and pulls you into another unforgiving kiss.

You can’t help but whimper into his mouth, delighting in the soft groan he lets out in response. He presses his body against yours, forcing you against the rigid desk and books scattered across. Your back arches in a desperate attempt to relieve the sharp pain prodding at you. He bucks his hips against you, shoving a hand under your shirt as your head slams into the window above your desk.

“Ow Omi!” He swallows down the complaint the hand slipped under your shirt crawling up your torso and closing around your throat, the loose grip branding itself against your flesh.

“Quiet.” His teeth dig into your bottom lip, as you mumble another complaint against him, fingers digging into his shoulder as he grinds against you, the growing bulge in his pants making your mouth water. “Off.” He tugs at the waist of your pants, annoyance permeating the air.

He makes no effort to give you any leeway to properly tug off your bottoms, you wriggle around beneath him, shrinking under the impatient glare he’s focusing on you. His hand shoots out to yank down your pants, knocking your head against the window and books and papers to fall off your desk. Your hand shoots out to try to catch some of the falling debris, only able to catch the translucent, white bottle of holy water your parents had shoved into your hands before leaving you in your apartment.

“To keep you cleansed of sin.” They had whispered.

Before you can set it back down onto the desk, Sakusa plucks it from your fingers, focusing eyes scanning over the bottle, thumbing over the golden crucifix fixed to the front.

“What’s this?” He mutters popping the cap open and sniffing it, eyebrows furrowing at the lack of scent.

“Holy water.” You reply tugging at his shirt, trying to bring his attention back to you. Hooking up with Sakusa was one of your guiltiest pleasures, and seeing it being derailed by a reminder of your religious upbringing was nothing short of grating.

“What’s it for?” He scoffs, shutting the cap again to look back into your eyes. His expression is painfully blank, forcing a huff from your lips.

“I don’t know my parents gave it, keep me clean or something,” You lean back against the desk, continuing to ignore the textbooks stabbing into you, “c’mon Omi, it’s not important.”

“Clean?” His gaze flickers back and forth between you and the bottle, the hand resting upon your throat tightening for a second before dragging back down to grip at the hem of your shirt.

“What are you-” He drags your shirt up, pulling it taught over your face, your hands flying back up to claw at his biceps, you begin to protest, the words lost the second you feel a spray of water on the fabric over your mouth and nose, making you sputter and choke, the sensation horribly akin to drowning. You thrash your limbs against him as you feel his hand close over your mouth through the thin material of your shirt, robbing you of any chance of air.

“Dirty, fucking filthy.” He mutters as he rips your shirt off, you look up at him in bewilderment another series of protests prodding at your lips, the thought of telling him to leave blaring in your mind. “Shut the fuck up.” He grinds out as you part your lips to speak, wet fingers tangle into your hair, dragging you towards your bed, you let out a desperate whimper, the pitiful noise falling on deaf ears as Sakusa gives one particularly rough yank as he throws you onto the bed. You wipe at your face, eyes narrowing at the bottle of holy water still held loosely in Sakusa’s grip.

“Why do you have that?” The words shake as they leave your lips, it’s all you can manage with the filthy glint in his eyes baring down on you.

“To cleanse you.” His words are absolute, ringing through your ears as if they’re meant to save you. He unscrews the cap and tosses it aside, taking a quick swig before moving to hover over you. His fingers make their way to squeeze at your cheeks, commanding your lips fall to fall apart. Without warning he spits the water into your mouth, shifting his grip to force your mouth close. “Swallow” He commands, voice unwavering. You swallow hard, eyes watering at the way it scorches at your throat, thoughts of your past transgressions and sins weighing down as you bend to the will of the man above you.

“Good, maybe we can make a saint out of a sinner.” He sneers, he takes another swig, spitting it at your face. You squeeze your eyes shut, squealing as the water goes up your nose, trying to move out of his hold.

“Omi this is bad. Stop it.” Your voice wavers as you rub at your face once more, trying to wick away the mixture of spit and holy water. “Th-That’s sacred.”

“Tch,” a hand closes around your throat, your own hands flying to grip at his wrist as if your hold would convince him to relent his iron grip, “isn’t sex supposed to be a sacred thing between spouses? But here you are, whoring yourself out so easily.”

“Hnn i-it…” His eyes narrow in time with his constricting hold, head tilting as your airway is restrained further and further. The faint thought of the bruises forming falls flat as you start to gasp more, eyes fluttering shut, praying silently that Sakusa won’t make you pass out this time around.

“So filthy.” He lets up slightly, just enough for you to breathe a little easier, but still tight enough to keep you in your place. He tips back another swig of the holy water, slamming his lips against yours, immediately letting your lips fall open as the water sloshes between your mouths, dribbling down your chin. He releases your throat, pulling away with a sharp nip to your lower lip as he pulls away, expression still painfully blank while eyes continue to glow with that shameful sense of danger.

The lull in his unrelenting actions finally allows you to breathe, allowing you to feel the deep seated guilt of such sinful misuse of a sacred element of your faith. With wide eyes you look up at Sakusa shooting you a look that screams ‘don’t move’. A soft nod of your head offers the confirmation he didn’t care for as he dumps the rest of the water on your head. The cool water carves itself down your skin, a poor attempt at washing away the countless amount of sins you’ve committed, the countless amount you will commit as long as Sakusa Kiyoomi continues to hold a sliver of interest in you.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a buckle being undone, immediately faced with the reddened tip of Sakusa’s cock, precum beading at the slit, the sight familiar and mouthwatering. There’s no need for him to speak, your lips are already brushing over the head, tongue darting out to lave over it. An indifferent hum is the closest you get to encouragement as you take more and more of him into your mouth.

His fingers flick at the top of your head, a silent command to pick up the pace as he settles his palm against the back of your head. Just as your nose brushes against tight curls you pull back, setting an impossible pace for your space in the name of satisfying the man before you. You make a point to let the head of his cock ram into the back of your throat, forcing your throat to constrict and spasm. You flutter your lashes, looking up at him in hopes of a crumb of approval, a tilt of his lips to signal his satisfaction, only to earn almost disinterested eyes staring back at you.

“Enough. Spread your legs.” He tugs you off and with a hand on your face he shoves harshly, making you fall back against the bed.

“Hey! Be care…” The demand pauses in your chest the second you meet his gaze, swearing you can see the devil in his eyes.

#i have not a single excuses #please DO NOT READ UNLESS U R PREPARED TO DEAL W THE MISUSE OF MY CATHOLIC UPBRINGING #miki writes #under.omi #tw sacrilegious #tw choking #tw breath play #tw humiliation #tw degradation #tw spitting #tw waterboarding #tw dubcon #tw dacryphilia

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solarwriting · 4 years ago

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coming out

lip gallagher x nb!reader

requests: Hey, I'd like to request a Lip Gallagher x reader (gender neutral pls) where they're cuddling Lip and they suddenly start crying because they're really stressed and being w Lip relaxes them and they're like releasing pent up tension and Lip is rlly soft? Thanks and sorry for being so specific <3 and Lip Gallagher x reader where they (are afab and had been using she/her) come out as nonbinary and using he/they pronouns? How would he react? Thx <3

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

warnings: none! notes: something short to get back into writing! enjoy x

posted on april 15, 2021

“tonight. tonight’s the night you’re gonna tell him, he’s going to understand.” y/n bit their lip, looking into the mirror before sighing, “tomorrow maybe.” defeated, they left the bathroom freshly showered and clothes in a tank top and shorts. the summer had so far been unforgivable and it didn’t help having to share a bed with lip.

y/n walked into their shared bedroom with lip, who was already in bed, smoking a cigarette. y/n rubbed their eyes before climbing in next to him, taking the cigarette lip offered. taking a drag from it and inhaling deeply before handing it back to him laying down and curling up next to lip as he put out the smoke and did the same. “g’night, y/n.”

y/n turned to face lip burying their face in his chest. “night.” muffled by hid tank top. they breathed in the remaining smell if his cologne, helping them to relax slightly. another deep breath in and out before it became stuttered, and suddenly tears were falling down their face.

lip pulled away from them to look in their eyes, “hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he wiped their eyes but more tears just fell.

“i’m sorry.” y/n cried, attempting to wipe their face as well. “i’ve just been really stressed with work and the classes i’ve been taking and i told debbie i’d helpnher out with franny. and just-“ their voice cracked, cutting them off.

“hey,” lip said pulling them closer, holding them tightly. “it’s going to be okay. we can have a lazy day soon, okay? we can figure out a day where we can just do nothing all day. how does that sound? good?” y/n’s head nodded slightly in agreement.

they pulled away from lip, looking him in the eye, “i have something to tell you, actually. i understand if you’d wanna break up after i tell you, i wouldn’t blame you. i just hope you don’t.”

“what is it?” he asked gently.

y/n took a stuttering breath in, “okay, well. i’m nonbinary which pretty much means i don’t identify as a girl or a guy and i would use the pronouns they and them. do you understand?”

lip’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at y/n listening to them speak, “not really.”

“um, okay. so you know how that guy trevor that ian used to date was trans?” lip nodded so y/n continued, “he was born biologically a female but he knew he was actually a guy, male. he didn’t feel like a girl. with me, i was born biologically female but i don’t feel like a girl but i also don’t feel like a guy. so i am gender non conforming or nonbinary. do you get that.”

lip nodded, “uh, yeah. kinda. so what do i call you?”

“okay so instead if saying she’s in the kitchen or whatever when referring to me you’d say they’re in the kitchen.” y/n explained.

“okay. so do i still call you my girlfriend if you’re not... a girl?”

y/n began tearing up again, “you still wanna be with me?” they whimpered.

lip grabbed their face, wiping tears away with his thumbs, “of course i do. i love you. this doesn’t change anything.” he pulled them closer connecting their lips in a sweet kiss.

“god, i love you, too.” y/n muttered burying their head in lip’s neck, his strong arms wrapping around them.

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babymilkawa · 4 years ago

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heya ! congratulations on 1k btw !! i really enjoy your writing and im really happy for u !!

i was wondering if i could get a matchup w someone from haikyuu :D

i think im generally a quiet person but i can get talkative n loud if its someone im really close to i dont think most of my irls see me as someone whos caring but i do things very subtlety n quietly so they dont see that i care lol (AAAH I SOUND LIKE A TSUNDERE BYE) im an intp n a sag too. i dont like it when someone talks to me in the morning and ik that sounds so mean but i dont like talking right after i wake up, instead i rather prefer it when its quiet. uh im kinda tall as a girl (esp in my country bc everyones so short LOL) im 170cm and i used to be really active in sports (mainly handball and volleyball) i also draw and paint and i play the guitar :DD sometimes i write as well but im always on writers block LOL. i have a really REALLY bad sleeping schedule but i never really get sleepy during the day but i fall asleep so easily in class tho HSJSJSKS i also spend a lot of my time thinking abt life and i question myself a lot abt the world fsr jsjsjd. i listen to all sorts of music but now its mainly rnb, indie and rap :DD

i think thats about it !! thank u so so much and congratulations once again :DD <33

aww I’m glad u enjoy my blog <3

i match you up with:

tsukishima kei

anon 🤝tsukki

so u both do subtle acts of love hmmm

yea it’s def things like packing his vb gear for him beforehand or him prepping a bath for you before u get home

and u both play it off like “I happened to be there sooo” 🙄

u both also like quiet mornings but I’m sure he’s used to good morning texts from yamaguchi

other than that, you’ll just sit beside each other with your morning drinks and enjoy the moment until ur day starts

if u wanna do extra vb passing with him...he will say “no thx bye” at first but eventually come back if u ask him nicely :3

and when u play the guitar, don’t tell anyone but man leans against the wall outside the room or by the door frame

he’ll close his eyes and just 😌

PLS he will do anything he can to get ur sleeping schedule back to normal because he cares abt you BUT Will play it off like “I just don’t want u waking me up in the middle of the night 🙄”

he will have deep talks with you abt life but they’re RARE expect him to just go hmm and ok

🙄I swear

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my 1k event

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hongism · 5 years ago

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ATEEZ reacting to seeing y/n get hit on by another person whilst they're out and about (and perhaps how they'd save them from unwanted advances) please & thank you!

absolutely bb!! i love this request and i hope that i’m able to write it well and that it lives up to your expectations 🥺

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Seonghwa

hmm yea no seonghwa won’t put up with this for one second. the second he sees someone hitting on you, then he’s gonna be like “hi yes the door? is right there. use it. please and thank you, except not really, just get out of my sight”. and if someone is being persistent and trying to get all up in your face about it then seonghwa will be ready to square up and fight for you if he has to.

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Hongjoong

hongjoong strikes me as the type to be like “hahahahahahahaha cute now leave”. as in, he’s gonna smile and laugh at the person hitting on you, then go no thanks we’re done with that, you’re mine, and this person can back off right now. hongjoong is a “please and thank you leave” kinda person except i think he would genuinely be the type to go “please leave, you are not wanted here, thank you” and not use it as a joke.

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other members under the cut

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Yunho

this tall bean is gonna be like “excuse me what? do you think you’re doing? right in front of me? excuse me? i’m literally right here?” then he’s gonna get all up in the person’s face like “um yea no, i think not, you can take several steps back and leave thank you very much”. we’re talking the type to step in front of you and block anyone’s line of sight so that you’re not even in a position to be looked at by unwanted people.

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Yeosang

unamused to the MAX. he’s gonna be like “excuse you? do you see me?” and he’s gonna have full confidence that you would never leave him for some random person who starts hitting on you and flirting with you in front of him. but if someone is pushing unwanted advances your way, then you’d best believe that the passive aggressive (very aggressive) side of yeosang will pop out and he’ll be pushing the person out of the picture entirely until you feel safe and content again.

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San

abso-fucking-lutely not on his watch. someone flirting with his s/o? right in front of him? no no no. san would not like that one bit, and he’s gonna be glued to your side and staring the person down so that they know that he’s yours and you’re his. and unwanted advances? san with be plastering the fakest smile on and shoving the person outta there so quick that you won’t even know what just happened.

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Mingi

mingi’s primary reaction would be “what?????????” as in, someone is flirting with my s/o right in front of my eyes? really? he wouldn’t be too concerned about you because he trusts you and knows that you can take care of yourself so he wouldn’t wanna give off the impression that he doesn’t trust you or anything like that, but if he sees that you’re struggling to get rid of someone who’s advancing too far for his liking, then he’s gonna zoom over to your side and defend you without any hesitation

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Wooyoung

wooyoung is the “hahahahhahahahahaha im fucking pissed” type in that he’s not gonna like someone hitting on you one bit, especially if it’s in front of him. it’s less of a concern that you’ll leave him, and more of a “respect a person’s fucking space pls and thx” kinda thing. he’s gonna give you some space too, let you breathe and handle the issue yourself because he knows you can and will, but if someone starts pushing too hard, then wooyoung will be creeping up behind them and be ready to fight and throw hands at whoever is bothering you

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Jongho

jongho gonna be like “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” and he’s gonna be ready to square up and fight the person hitting on you the moment he sees any hint of discomfort on your side. he’s strong, and he knows it. he’s gonna use that as an intimidation tactic and make sure that whoever is trying to bother you doesn’t even get the chance to, because he’ll be your guardian angel 24/7

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a/n: this one was fun to write, i always enjoy writing a lil bit of jelly ateez in there along with some protecc ateez, so i hope you all enjoy it!!

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i-dont-want-your-hysteria · 5 years ago

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The Leppard Albums: A Summary

(inspired by Every Beatles Album)

Happy Saturday night everyone

The Def Leppard EP

Joe is 19 and just wants to ride a motorcycle okay

Groupie fantasy

Zeppelin lyrics meet Rush with an underappreciated bass line

On Though the Night

IT'S!!! ROCK!!! N ROLL!!! BABEY!!!

Joe is 20 and just really doesn't wanna work in a factory anymore okay

pls D; girl D; stop D; hiding D; your D; pain!!

another... groupie fantasy... I think? ...???

Leppard in Space

Joe is 20 and just wants to write something edgy okay leave him alone

STEVE 👏👏👏 FUCKING 👏👏👏 CLARK!!!! 👏👏🔥👏🔥👏👌👌

the original groupie fantasy but it's been re-recorded

girl?? make up?? your mind???

let's be mysteriously edgy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zeppelin lyrics meets Rush but it's been re-recorded (but don't worry they still kept the underappreciated bass line)

High N Dry

everyone in this band is a slutty bottom and this is the song that proves it

we have Mutt Lange now and this is the song that proves it

drONK TIEM

betcha didn't think we could write a ballad, did ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

STÊVË!!!!! 👏👏👏👏 FÜCKÎÑ!!!!!! 👏👏👏👏👏 C L Ã R K!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥👏👌👌🤙👏👌🔥👌🎉🎉

underappreciated and that's all there is to it

noooo don't go you're too mysterious and sexy hahhaha

oh god Dx oh god no Dx we don't sound like this anymore we swear Dx

betcha thought we stopped writing Beowulf-esque pop songs didn't ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

🚫🚫⛔👎🚫🙅‍♂️👎🚫⛔🙅‍♂️⛔ *Joe tearing his throat up for 2 solid minutes*

Pyromania

IT'S ROCK!!!!!! N ROLL!!!! BABEY!!!!!!!1!!!!1!!1!! AGAIN!!!!! 😆😆😆

the Classic Rock Fandom™ in a nutshell 😓

INTRODUCING PHIL 👌👌👌 FUCKING👏👏 COLLEN 🔥🔥🔥

betcha thought we abandoned the idea of doing a ballad didn't ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Joe's back at it again with the edgy songs and is getting a lot better at it too

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ∆ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Gunter 🙃 Glieben 🙃 Glauchen 🙃 Globen

the most underappreciated song on this whole entire fucking list sorry I don't make the rules

Alright, WHO in this band wants to be in a porno >:C

Joe's back at it yet again with the edgy songs but it's even BETTER this time

Hysteria

Girls Girls Girls ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS ANAKIN

🎸we!!! fucking!!! love!!!! glam rock!!!!!! and african drum rhythms!!!!!!!!!🥁

we're not furries we swear we're just kinky D: also fuck you DJs here's some false endings

we haven't made a ballad that HURTS yet so here we go (with an underappreciated bass line)

the song that invented "( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" (AKA when you cram for a test the minute before and end up getting 100%)

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)😏( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)😏( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

S T E V E 😭👏👏 F U C K I N 😭😭😭 C L A R K 👏👏👏😭👏😭

nooo don't shoot me you're too kinky hahaha

a song about rioting and being #punk, but the only crime the man singing it has ever committed was getting a speeding ticket when he was 19/20

oh. oh shit. oh god. holy shi- I can't believe... ...we just accidentally made the most perfect song to ever exist :o like seriously- people are achieving nirvana as we speak I'm not joking I think we went too far with the perfection this time guys

THIS SONG IS ABOUT S E X AND WE AIN'T BEING SHY ABOUT IT EITHER LET'S FUCKIN GO BABE-

Don't 👏 give 👏 me 👏 love 👏

Adrenalize

gkKLglldlflhlADKSLALLFLSS 😆😆😆

I fucking love my wife uWu

fkKMglgllsLLslgflephpGLDLPT 😆(͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)😆

We're just gonna get extremely romantic and passionate for 4 minutes and 3 seconds if that's alright with you (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

this album was the most painful thing any of us have ever had to do, so here's the most serious song we've ever done to date. Steve ✊ Fucking ✊ Clark ✊ -n-

now that our mental breakdown is over, we're gonna get extremely passionate and romantic again but for a lil longer this time aiight 🤙

one of us has a protection/ownership kink but we're not gonna tell you who

you know what this album needs? a little bit more pain

we're layin down the line (and by that we mean we want sex)

we're layin down the line pt.2 (we still want sex btw)

Retro Active

Beowulf songs are back babey 🤙

I'll say that again if I have to^

we!!! still!!! fucking!!! love!!!! glam rock!!!!! we even covered something to prove it!!!!!!

Joe has now officially mastered ballads

I fucking love my wife part 2: she's a badass top

While Joe was off mastering ballads, Phil studied the blade

We covered something else bc again!!! we fucking!!! love!!! glam!!!

We rewrote Joe's motorcycle song bc we now realize it was cringe af (and it was an excuse for Joe to talk to Ian Hunter so that made him happy)

Joe has now officially mastered edgy/serious songs

it's a total bop but oh god. No. Please. No. Oh God. No. Don't. Please. No. Pls. No. Oh god. Don't.

This should've been on Adrenalize and you can Fight Me On That

Phil studies the blade (electric version)

Joe masters ballads (electric version)

Vault (there's only one new song on here so that's all I'm doing)

babe nooooo D';

Slang

Epic edgelords part 1

Epic edgelords part 2: Phil wrote it this time

everyone in this band is a slutty bottom and this is the song that proves it Volume 2: Electric Bugaloo

soft breakdown :'c

hOT DOGGITY DAMN JOE'S VOICE HOLY HELL TAKE ME N- *clears throat* I mean introducing Vivian Campbell :3 aND THERE'S A BASS SOLO MMMM 🤤🤤👌 THIS SONG IS JUST SEXY FUCKIN LIFT ME UP AND-

Phil's marriage isn't going too well

in fact, no one's marriages are going too well

severely underrated bop

We're still not over Steve's death and we never will be :c

Joe makes edgy ballads his bitch yet again 👏👏

severely underrated banger 🔥🔥🔥

Euphoria

wE STILL MAKE FAST BOPS IN CASE YOU FORGOT 🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘

Holy shit I didn't know Joe could hit a note that high

The 90s sucked for us but we'rE STILL HERE BICH 🖕

Can we pls give Sav more songwriting space on albums thx 😭💗

everyone in this band is a slutty bottom and this is the song that proves it Volume 3: Even Sluttier This Time 😏

totally different from everything we've ever done and WE 👏 MADE IT 👏 OUR 👏 EDGY 👏 BITCH

uwu but it's sad so it's actually umu

partying like it's 1999- oh wait, it actually is 1999

*hugs Viv and scREEEEEEEEAAAMMS*

Phil studied the blade and attacks you with it

*gets escorted into the back of a police car* IM GUILTY!! I'M GUILTY!!! I'M NOT INNOCENT!!! 😫😫😫

whatever edginess we couldn't fit into Paper Sun we put into this song instead

we're entering the new millennium as Kings and there's nothing you can do about it 👑🖕

X (Ten)

Stand on a balcony at sunset when you listen to this one

(insert Vizzini saying "INCONCEIVABLE" here)

the big UwU

I got ghosted and it’s actually a lot more dark and depressing than I thought also I wish I was never awake

soft and edgy and sad acoustic dads

F-U-C-K SPELLS F- I mean L-O-V-E spells love uWu

babe nOOOooO I'm sorry I suck so much DD;

this sounds like out if Work It Out and Day After Day had a kid

we're gonna have a Funky Good Time whether you like it or not 😎

E D G E L O R D S 2 0 0 2

we can't decide if we want this album to be edgy or uwu so we're gonna make it both

the same passion as Tonight but less sexy and more (you guessed it) uwu

E D G E L O R D S 2 0 0 2 P A R T 2

Betcha thought our emo phase was over didn't ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yeah!

bops have been and will ALWAYS be something we have mastered- even if the song we're playing isn't ours

SAV'S TIME TO SHINE

betcha thought we couldn't cover a Blondie song, did ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Phil's just getting nostalgic about London it's fine 👍

don't worry joe's still sCREAMIN

in which we make this song a million times better than the original

WE LOVE ROXY MUSIC SO MUCH WE CANTEXPLAINWEJUSTLOVEHEMRMFLGPHPH

we're letting Joe have his moment ok just let him have this 👨‍🎤

yeah we like Free- so whAT??

okay NOW we're letting Joe have his real moment- he's been waiting for this moment ever since he was like 12 okay just. let him. have this just. this one time. pls.

in which we confuse literally everyone by making them think this is a song that we wrote

we just need ONE more bop, okay? Just ONE more we swear then we'll stop being fanboys (for now...)

we'll be right back, it's Bow Down To Thin Lizzy Hour

*Phil tearing up his throat for 4 and a half solid minutes*

Songs From The Sparkle Lounge

this one's actually kinda dark and heavy? :o

honky tonk time 🤠🤙

FINALLY ONE OF SAV'S SONGS IS THE MOST POPULAR SONG OFF AN ALBUM 🙏🙏🙏🙏😩

FINALLY WE HAVE MORE SAV MATERIAL I LOVE IT SM ;∆; !!!!

Phil's songs are severely underrated tho pls give them more attention

it's time for one (1) badass religious song and if you don't like it then you can Fuck Off kindly 🙃

This whole album is "Songs That Were Written By Phil and Viv and Sav" heaven

I think sometimes people forget that we, even as a band, are fans of the Classic Rock Fandom™ too, and we feel the same pain as the other fans :'^)🤙

Joe's three minutes of fame on this album

Joe's three minutes of fame on this album part 2

Viv's songs are severely underrated tho pls give them more attention

Mirror Ball (bonus tracks)

we grabbed fate by the balls and screamed fUCK YOU 🖕🖕

We are still Kings™ in case anyone was wondering 👑🖕

✨PHIL BELIEVES!!!! IN!!!!! LOVE!!!!!!!! AND!!!!!!!!!! BELIEVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!✨

Def Leppard (Self Titled 2015)

Is this song about playing a live show? Probably. Is it also about having a fight? Is it also about angry sex? The world may never know.

Okay this one just absolutely SLAPS, periodt.

bootleg Another One Bites The Dust

*SOBBING* THEY'RE ALL SINGING LEAD I'M-

being badass, That's The Power Of Love

don't worry, we still know how to be Poetically Edgy

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm *bump bump* hooked on a feeeeling

I've Got a Spiritual Romantic Boner

Can't Keep Away From The Flame edginess gets crossed with some Zeppelin charm and badassery

someone in this band is fucking piSSED 😠😠😠😠

we're gonna @ someone tonight fellas

sAV OH MY GOD BABYYYYY 😰😰😭😭😭😭 DO YOU NEED A HUG

what if we tried to cross newer Metallica with Nickelback 🤔

what if we turned this into We All Need Christmas three years from now... 🤔

Bonus: Personal Jesus/We All Need Christmas

Viv really wanted to cover ABBA but everyone said no so he settled for cowboy goth™ instead

What better man to write a warm and fuzzy Christmas song than the warm and fuzziest man alive (Sav)

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hazzasgayvodka · 6 years ago

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give the people what they want

alright so last night I challenged you all to send me your best asks/requests and I would compile them all into one single story to the best of my ability and let me tell you, I have done just that

HARRY WITH SCRUFF GOING DOWN ON YOU PUHHLEASEEE

DADDY KINK DADDY KINK DADDY KINK

Thigh riding pls !!!!

um i’m not creative but imagine harry as like a superhero ahsdkfjdsklj idk just do whatever you want with it lmao

PLEASE write a blurb with harry’s hands and the rings he’s wearing right now because those pics made me H O R N Y

Fluff # 14 (”Do you ever shut up?”) do whatever you wanna do with that because your writing is phenomenal!! Maybe add some smut though ??

I literally just need more cocky h content in my life please go off queen and give the people what they want ALRIGHT

TWO WORDS: PAIN. KINK.

Don’t care how you work it in, I trust your judgement “It’s 8 o’clock in the morning you are not having vodka”

PART TWO OF LIKE A VIRGIN I STG IF YOU DON’T

I JUST WANT YOU TO INCLUDE TWO SIMPLE WORDS: “Bed. Now.”

Harry meeting all your friends for the first time and he’s like nervous I guess idk something like that would be cute love you :)

SAY IT WITH ME GIRLS! STONER H! STONER H! STONER H!

H BEING OBSESSED WITH YOUR ASS PLS AND THX

please more stoner!h maybe like some shotgunning or smokerings like that shits hot

WAKING UP NEXT TO H PLS THATS ALL I WANT

H’S LAME DAD DANCE MOVES LIKE FINGER GUNS AND GRINDING UP ON YOU ALL CHEEKY

H DRESSED LIKE YOUR ICON THAT IS ALL THANKS

okay but h in his yellow vans or yellow in general yeah that

PAINTING H’S NAILS OR HIM JUST HAVING BLACK NAILS PLEASE

hahaha don’t kill me but what IF H HAD A FACE TATTOO

So, with all of those asks said (and many repeats not voiced because GOD you guys really wanted like a virgin part 2) HERE IT IS

in which you’re going to your friend’s wedding and bringing h along after just meeting him last week at a party

ENJOY!

You peel your eyes open to the sunlight coming in through the window, squinting in the brightness and rolling over to see Harry still dead asleep, curled up beside you. His eyes are fluttered closed, his arm lazily draped across your stomach and you don’t even think about it as you reach up to run your hand through his messy mop of hair.

“Y/N,” He groans, scrunching his face up, “Let me sleep, woman.”

“You forgetting what today is?” You ask, leaning over to peck his cheek before standing from his bed.

“Tuesday?” He sighs, finally rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

“Try Thursday,” You laugh, grabbing your pair of panties from the floor and wiggling as you pull them up your legs, “And it’s my friend Tiffany’s wedding, we’ve been over this.”

He holds his head in his hand, running his hand through his hair to get it out of his face before finally looking up to meet your eyes, “Are you sure we have to go to that?” He grimaces.

“I’m sure I have to go,” You shrug, slipping on one of his button-up shirts, “You don’t have to come with if you don’t want to, but I’m pretty sure my friends are going to be on your doorstep with pitchforks if they don’t get to meet you soon.”

“Wait,” He says, suddenly more alert as he pushes himself out of bed finally, “This is like a meeting the friends thing?”

“Well yeah, but it’s not like a big deal-“

“What did you tell them about me? You didn’t tell them that we fucked at that party, did you?” He asks nervously.

“I mean yeah,” You shrug, laughing, “I just told them that I met you at Louis’ party and we got drunk and a little high and slept together and now we’re kind of hanging out.”

“Oh my god,” He sighs, running his hands through his hair again as he pulls on his ripped jeans from yesterday, “God they probably think I’m some fucking loser-“

“They don’t think that.” You assure him, rolling your eyes.

“Y/N! You told them that I got you cross faded and then fucked you upstairs at a frat party!” He shouts, trying not to laugh.

“Maybe you should plan your conquests more accordingly,” You smirk, tossing him his pink hoodie from the back of his desk chair, “You never know when you’ll end up dating one of them.”

“Woah, woah, woah, sweetheart,” He grins, pulling on his hoodie and following you into the kitchen, “I thought you said we were absolutely not, under no circumstances, ‘dating’.”

“And I stand by that,” You nod, starting the coffee pot, “But I think for the sake of today, my friends will ask a lot less questions if I just introduce you as my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” He smirks, smacking your ass as he walks behind you to get to the cereal in the cupboard, “That’s one hell of a promotion from casual booty call, don’t you think?”

“Oh, is that what this is?” You tease, bumping your hip against his as he reaches into the fridge.

“You tell me, babe.” He laughs, coming away from the fridge with the bottle of Smirnoff in his hand.

“Harry, what are you doing?”

“Starting the day off right,” He shrugs, grabbing a mug, “Gotta get through this wedding somehow.”

“What? No,” You chuckle, snatching the bottle out of his hand, “It is eight o’clock in the morning, you are not drinking vodka.”

“It’s only eight o’clock?” He scoffs, “Why the fuck am I not in bed right now?”

“Honestly,” You giggle, shoving a mug of coffee in his hand instead, “I expected it to be a lot harder to wake you up.”

“Oh, lovely,” He groans, rolling his eyes, “God, I’m gonna smoke a bowl.”

“So, you’re not driving today then?” You ask, quirking your eyebrow up at him as he lights his pipe and inhales deeply.

“Um, yes…?” He says uneasily, clearly trying to read you and what you want him to say.

“Good,” You grin, patting his chest and leaning in to peck his lips, “Because I plan on taking full advantage of the free champagne.”

He shotguns a puff of smoke into your mouth and you cough as he laughs, leaning back against the counter, “I guess I won’t complain about that.” He says, wiggling his eyebrows at you rather suggestively.

“I don’t know what you’re insinuating Styles,” You tease, “But whatever it is, I can assure you it won’t be happening until we leave the wedding.”

“I mean, I’m free right now,” He smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him, “And would you look at that, you’re already half undressed.”

You collapse against the mattress, struggling to pull oxygen into your lungs as Harry chuckles from between your thighs, his arms still hooked around your knees. He leans his head against your right leg and you nearly jump out of your skin as the stubble on his cheek rubs against the skin of your inner thigh.

“Jesus, H!” You squeal, shoving him away, “God you need to shave your face.”

“What? You don’t like it?” He grins deviously, purposefully rubbing his prickly face between both of your thighs and making you writhe under him.

“No, it tickles like a bitch!” You giggle, sitting up and grabbing his face in your hands to tug him up the bed to kiss you instead.

You can feel his stubble beneath your hands as you hold his face to you, moving your mouth with his. Part of you loves it, just the slightest bit of roughness rubbing against your fingertips. He pulls away from you and you take his lip between your teeth, tugging it towards you, your eyes flickering open to catch a glimpse of his eyes fluttered closed. Your eyes dart to his lip and you swear you see the edges of a tattoo, thin black lines peaking out from the backside of his bottom lip.

“H?” You laugh, pulling away from him fully and grabbing his lip between your fingers, “Do you have a lip tattoo?”

He grins mischievously, his eyes glittering as he brushes your hand away and folds his lip over himself so you can read it, “Maybe,” He shrugs, “It says bite me, it was a dare.”

“Mhm, sure it was.” You nod, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his again.

“I swear it was babe!” He chuckles, shuffling off the bed to follow you to the bathroom to start getting ready.

You shake your head as you grab your toothbrush and start brushing your teeth while Harry takes to shaving his face. You meet his eyes in the mirror and he sticks his tongue out at you as he runs his electric razor back and forth over his cheeks just to trim down the stubble on his face.

“So how dressed up am I supposed to be getting for this thing?” He asks, wetting his hands under the faucet and running his hands through his hair to sort it out.

“I mean, a suit would be nice,” You nod, grabbing your makeup bag, “If you have one.”

“If I have one,” He scoffs, turning to you and leaning on the counter, “What kind of man do you take me for, sweetheart?”

“One with a lip tattoo,” You tease, patting his chest patronizingly, “Sweetheart.”

He rolls his eyes, squeezing your ass as he passes behind you to start the shower and strip out of his clothes. As nice as he looks in the tight ass pair of ripped black jeans and the bubblegum pink hoodie, he definitely looks better standing there in his plain black boxer briefs. You feel your cheeks flush when your eyes meet his and he raises his eyebrows before he tugs down his boxers too.

“Like what you see there, babe?” He grins, sending you a wink as he slides behind the shower curtain just before you can reach out and hit him, “Hey, watch it woman!” He laughs, peaking back out of the shower and meeting your eyes in the mirror again.

“Hurry up, Styles,” You scold, “We’re leaving in half an hour.”

You finish putting on the rest of your makeup while Harry spends most of his shower trying to convince you to join him. After already wasting most of the morning naked in his bed you regretfully decline and slide back into his bedroom to put on your dress. You’re just shimmying the skintight fabric over your ass when Harry walks back into his room with his towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.

You can feel his eyes on you as you grab your heels from your duffel bag in the corner, strapping them to your feet while he slides on a pair of Spider-man boxers. He walks over to his closet and shuffles all the way to the back, dragging out a plain all black suit and his one simple white button up.

He shrugs on the button up, leaving the top three buttons undone before tucking it into his black slacks and sliding on his black jacket. It fits him like a dream, and you have to physically drag your eyes away from him while he adjusts the collar of his jacket.

“Spider-man huh?” You smirk, grabbing your clutch.

“You bet,” He chuckles, grabbing his yellow vans from the bottom of his closet, “Gotta conceal the web shooter.”

“Gross,” You groan, shoving him over as he laces his shoes up on his feet, “Are you seriously wearing those?”

“I’m wearing a suit, aren’t I?” He asks, throwing his arms in the air, “What more do you want woman?”

“Fine, fine,” You sigh, shaking your head as he throws on his cross necklace and grabs the rings off his bedside table, sliding them on his fingers, “How many rings you gonna put on, H?”

“As many as I want to,” He nods matter-of-factly, showing off his hands when he’s finished, “It’s a wedding isn’t it?”

You can’t help but laugh as you take his hands in yours, tracing over his giant gold rings with his initials etched into them. H.S. He’s been way too cocky about them since he first got them a few days ago, making big talk about branding your ass with his name but he hasn’t acted on it yet.

“I like your nails,” You grin cheekily, remembering the other night when you convinced him to let you paint his black to match yours.

“I do too actually,” He nods, clearly surprised himself, “It looks kinda sick.”

He grabs his phone and wallet, shoving them into either pocket of his pants before snatching his keys off the counter and twirling them around his finger. You follow him to the door and out to his car where Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones starts blasting as soon as he starts it.

“Sorry.” He chuckles, turning the radio back down and backing out of his parking spot.

You’re leaving a little later than you had originally planned in order to make it there on time what with Harry’s morning antics but you’re still feeling rather optimistic about making it on time until you hit a huge block of traffic on the freeway.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You huff, letting your head hit the seat behind you.

“Just hang on babe,” He laughs, resting his ring covered hand on your thigh and giving you a squeeze, “We’re only missing the boring part, we’ll be there in plenty of time before the reception.”

You roll your eyes as he runs his hands through his hair for the hundredth time, complaining once again about how he really needs to get a haircut before he goes rummaging in his glovebox. He sits back up with a pair of white clout goggle sunglasses and slides them on top of his head, holding his hair back out of his face.

“You cannot be serious.” You laugh, snatching them off his head and sliding them on yourself.

“Hey,” He defends, “I’ll have you know it was Elton John that made these cool.”

“I’ll have you know that no matter how hot you think you are, you cannot pull these off.” You smirk, popping them back on his head.

You both arrive to the wedding way past the ceremony. By the time you enter the banquet hall, the reception is already in full swing. You hook your arm through his and lead him around the room, looking for your nameplate on one of the many tables.

“Y/N! You’re over here!”

You look up to see your friend Heather calling you over to the table. You grab Harry’s hand and start to pull him behind you over to the table, but he stops in his tracks, dragging you back to him.

“I don’t think I can do this.” He says nervously.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s no way they’re gonna like me, I’m in fucking Vans at a wedding Y/N, what was I thinking? God, I let you paint my nails black and I’m too sober for this-“

“Harry,” You say seriously, grabbing him by the shoulders, “I like the fact that you’re in Vans with your nails painted at a wedding because it’s you, and I happen to like you, just a little bit, and they will too.”

“And if they don’t?” He asks, scrunching his face.

“Then who cares,” You sigh, grabbing his hand again, “They’re not the one sleeping with you, they don’t have to like you.”

A small grin finally turns up one side of his mouth and you lean forward, pecking his lips before threading your fingers through his and leading him over to the table.

“Oh my god, you must be Harry.” Brynn smiles as soon as you’re both in ear reach and he reaches his hand out to shake hers, but she grabs him in her arms to hug him instead.

“Oh, you’re Harry!” Heather squeals, “We’ve heard so much about you!”

You send her a death glare just as Harry looks at you over his shoulder with the cockiest smirk you’ve ever seen plastered on his face, “Oh, is that so?”

“Well obviously, she nearly dropped off the face of the Earth after meeting you,” Brynn shrugs, “We had to know all we could about the man Y/N is spending all of her time with.”

Your cheeks are nearly flaming when the words come out of Brynn’s mouth and you wish you could reach across the table and shove them back in when you feel Harry’s eyes on you again. You wish you could melt into the floor and go back in time so this interaction never happened just as the DJ comes on the speaker and announces that food will be served in ten minutes.

“Thank god, I’m starving.” Harry grins, taking the seat right next to Brynn and patting the empty chair next to him.

You sit through nearly an hour of your friends relentlessly grilling Harry and he doesn’t seem phased by it at all. The jittery, nervous man you walked in with is nowhere to be found as he recounts stories flawlessly and keeps them laughing the whole night. You even learn a few things yourself, like the fact that he’s actually a huge literature buff. You vaguely remember him recognizing the book you were reading at the party you met at but to be honest that whole night is kind of a blur.

Soon enough, you’re being dragged out to the dancefloor by none other than Harry who is grooving around with some of the worst dad dance moves you’ve ever seen. You don’t know what it is about Harry that made you assume he’d be a good dancer but clearly you need to work on your judgement.

“Oh, come on Y/N, what are you, a statue?” He scoffs, grabbing your hands and pulling you to him, swaying your arms and spinning you around.

“I don’t really dance, Harry.” You laugh, nearly tripping on your own feet.

“Tonight, you do,” He nods, grabbing your hips, “Come on sweetheart, let’s see those moves.”

You shake your head, rolling your eyes as his hands move your hips in figure eights, swiveling them around. He moves his own hips opposite yours, grinding into your backside and occasionally pressing a kiss to your cheek or the back of your neck.

“There you go, you’re getting it.” He grins, letting go of your hips and letting you move on your own.

“Sure I am,” You laugh, watching as he throws an imaginary lasso in the air and starts tugging you to him with it, “Really? The lasso, Harry? That is so old school.”

“I prefer the term classic.” He smirks, wrapping his arms around your lower back and pulling you into his chest.

You open your mouth to reply but you’re cut off as the DJ’s voice comes back through the speakers, letting everyone know that the bouquet toss is about to happen at the front of the banquet hall.

“Well, get on up there, babe.” He laughs, nodding his head towards the crowd forming at the front of the room.

“Oh, it’s alright, I don’t really want to-“

“Come on darling, you’ve got to at least try for the bouquet.” He sighs, grabbing your hand and tugging you over to everyone himself.

He leaves you to stand right between Brynn and Heather before seeing himself over to the group of guys standing off to the side. He sends you a wink when he catches you looking back over at him and your cheeks are blushing almost instantly.

You watch as your friend Tiffany is sat on one of the banquet chairs in front of everyone and her new husband Mason makes a whole show of sneaking under her dress to retrieve the garter from her leg. The crowd goes wild when he finally stands up with the garter between his teeth and you find yourself looking over at Harry to see him with his fingers in his mouth, whistling.

Both Tiffany and Mason turn around and suddenly the garter and the bouquet are both in the air. You’re hardly paying any attention to the spectacle until suddenly the bouquet is landing right between you and Heather. She clearly catches it but quickly hands it off to you, shoving it into your unwanting arms.

“Heather, what are you-“

You’re cut off as she nods her head over to the group of guys where Harry is standing at the front of the pack with the white lace garter held above his head. You can’t help but shake your head, biting your lip when your eyes meet his and he raises his eyebrows, shrugging innocently.

“How many people did you have to tackle to get that?” You smirk, both of you crossing the space between the divided groups to stand in front of each other.

“About six,” He shrugs, grinning ear to ear, “A small price to pay of course.”

He leads you over to the chair in the middle of the crowd as the hollering grows louder and when he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth to kiss it, you take the opportunity to shove him on his ass in the chair and snatch the garter from him yourself. His mouth his hanging open in shock as you hand him the bouquet instead and swing your leg over him, straddling his thigh with your back to him. Suddenly the screams from your friends and the rest of the crowd around you are deafening as the music gets turned up a couple notches and you hold the garter in the air.

His hands find their way onto your hips, but you turn around on his lap, grabbing his hands and folding them behind his head instead, “Hands to yourself, Styles.” You scold and he grins even wider.

You bend over to reach his foot, giving him a perfect view of your ass straddling his thigh and you can hear him suck in a breath. You start to work the garter over his bright yellow Vans just as you start to grind down onto him, swiveling your hips the same way he was moving them earlier on the dancefloor and everyone starts to cheer, egging you on. The friction of his dress pants against your hardly clothed clit makes your thighs shake almost instantly as you continue moving the garter further up his leg, over his knee. His hands suddenly grab your hips, ceasing your movements and you don’t bother snapping at him again, if you keep going, you’re gonna end up coming on his leg.

You stand back up, laughing nervously as you feel your thighs clenching and everyone erupts in a chorus of shouts to which you bow and jokingly thank everyone for coming to the show until you feel Harry’s hand grab yours and tug you away from everyone.

“Harry, what are you-“

You’re cut off as he drags you into the bathroom, checking the few stalls for anyone before locking the door and turning back to you. He moves his hand from resting on his leg over his dress pants and you know exactly what’s wrong when your eyes land on the wet spot across his thigh.

“We’ve got a bit of a situation, sweetheart.” He laughs, clearly more amused by the condition of his pants rather than angry as you previously assumed.

“God, I’m sorry, I didn’t think I was, I didn’t know-“

“Hey, it’s cool,” He says seriously, grabbing your face in his hands, “Are you alright though? You’re obviously fucking soaking down there, love.”

“It’s fine, we can’t-“

“We very well can.” He corrects, his hands moving to grip your ass.

“Harry-“

“Yes sweetheart?” He grins, cutting you off before you can tell him to stop.

You sigh, shaking your head when you can’t fend off the giant smile that wants to spread across your face when you meet his devious smirk any longer, “You wanna get out of here?” You ask finally.

“Yes, god, I thought you’d never ask.” He says eagerly, grabbing your face in his hands and smashing his lips onto yours.

You rush back out to his car, quickly saying your goodbyes before latching onto each other as soon as you’re out of the building. You’re a mess of limbs, grabbing at anything and everything just to get closer to each other. His hands are roaming you over your dress as you stumble over to his car and you push him up against it. Your lips find their way down his neck and he rolls his eyes back in his head, his mind going fuzzy. You reach your hand into the pocket of his slacks and grab his keys, unlocking the car before opening the door and shoving him into the driver seat. You slam the door closed and run around to the other side, collapsing in the seat beside him before climbing over the console and straddling his lap.

“You wanna pick up where we left off, princess?” He grins, his hands latching onto your hips and already moving you against him.

“Harry, I can’t, your pants-“

“Already gotta be washed,” He shrugs, cutting you off, “Let’s make it worth my time, yeah?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes as he bites his lip, staring down at you before grabbing the lever on the side on his chair and leaning it back. His chair is as far back as it can go now, giving you every bit of the space you need while his eyes are nearly glued to your thighs straddled over his own. His hands are cemented to your hips, pushing you down onto him and nearly dragging your barely clothed heat against him, all the way back to the edge of his knee before yanking you right back into his lap.

You’re already on the edge and you can see the tent starting to stand up in Harry’s pants. His eyes are still focused on you, watching your every move as you ride his thigh, your dress now fully bunched up around your waist. You try to detach your mind from the immense pleasure coursing through you and grab at the waistband of his pants, but he stops you almost immediately.

“No, not right now sweetheart.” He grunts, grabbing your hands in his.

“But Harry-“

“God, so stubborn,” He laughs, grabbing you by the chin and tilting your face to meet his, “All the fucking time.”

“I am not-“

“Do you ever shut up?” He jokes, “I want this babe, promise you, want you to get yourself off on just my thigh, okay?”

You know your cheeks are flaming now as he grins that big mischievous, dimpled smile and places his hands back on your hips, this time up under the confines of your dress, and you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel his cold rings brush against you. You laugh as you put one hand down on his thigh to steady yourself as your legs start to shake and come across the thin lace garter. You smirk as you slide your fingers under it, stretching it away from his leg before letting it snap back against him. He ruts against you instinctively, his hips bucking up suddenly and a strangled groan falls past his lips before he can catch it.

No way.

You do it again, snapping it harder and his hand suddenly reaches out, grabbing yours and taking it away from the garter. His eyes meet yours, his pupils blown out and wild and that’s when he finds your mouth. You sigh into his mouth, content with his mouth and hands roaming you, the coil in your stomach tightening with each flick of your hips.

Harry is on fire beneath you, he’s sure. His lips are moving slowly and heatedly on yours, his tongue dipping into your mouth when it feels right and making you grind down onto his thigh even harder. He was joking earlier about making it worth his time to wash his pants but he’s certainly getting more than he bargained for now. He can feel your wetness soaking though his slacks, drenching his bare skin but he won’t dare tell you that. His cock is fully hard in his boxers, just about screaming at him to do something, his subconscious is flabbergasted, the devil on his shoulder is reminding him that you’re one layer away from being naked down there and ready for him to fuck you senseless, all he’d have to do is yank down your panties and move you over a few inches, but he pushes all of that to the back of his mind and revels in the sight of you instead. He wants to see you without the distraction of his own pleasure, he wants to see you get yourself off without worrying about catering to him as well.

“Harry, fuck, I can’t,” You stutter, your voice faltering as pleasure rakes through you and your hands find his shoulders, in need of something solid to grip onto, “Fucking hell.”

He’s studying every detail of your face as you come undone. There’s so much blood flowing in the opposite direction he’s actually starting to feel lightheaded. He’s not sure how much more he can take as you writhe above him, desperately grinding yourself down on him. He lifts his leg up, holding you in place and adding some extra pressure. You’re gasping loudly when he does so, almost falling forward and collapsing against his chest as your whole body tenses.

“Come on love, almost there.” He coaxes, keeping your hips moving for you.

Your face twists up, your mouth falling open, your head tilting back as his name tumbles from your mouth in breathy whispers and he reaches forward, grabbing you around the waist so you don’t fall backwards on the car horn. He pulls you into his chest, burying your face into his shoulder while you’re still heaving desperately for air. He’s grinning like an idiot, tucking your hair behind your ear and leaning over to kiss your pouted lips. You shift in his lap, trying to lean up to meet his mouth again but your knee brushes the bulge in his pants, and he chokes a bit, letting out a throaty groan and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Sorry,” You chuckle, “Want me to-“

“Nope,” He quips, lifting you off of his lap and setting you back down in the passenger seat, sitting his chair back up and starting the car, “Want you in my bed princess, not the backseat of my car.”

As soon as you pull up in front of his apartment, he’s shutting the car off and getting out. You meet him in front of the door, and he doesn’t waste any time grabbing his keys and shoving them in the lock, pressing you up against it.

“Bed. Now.” He says roughly, meeting your eyes and you swallow thickly as he pushes you inside and kicks the door closed behind him.

The edge to his voice reminds you of the absolute pool in your panties and suddenly you’re yanking him to you by the collar of his hardly buttoned shirt and shoving his suit jacket off his shoulders. He’s kicking off his Vans, stumbling over himself as his mouth moves with yours and he tugs his slacks down. He breaks away from your mouth for less than a second to drag your dress off and toss it behind him before capturing your mouth with his once again and walking you backwards until your knees hit the bed.

He’s about to push you against the bed and climb on top of you when you spin the two of you around, throwing him against the mattress instead. His eyes are wild and filled with anticipation as he leans back on his elbows, dressed in nothing but his fucking Spiderman boxers.

“Y/N, what are you-“

“Do you ever shut up?” You mock, using his words from earlier.

That devilish smirk finds its way onto his face as you climb on top of him, straddling him for the third time today. You thread your fingers through his hair and latch your lips back onto his, tugging his hair roughly and eliciting a groan from his lips. You do it a second time and he pulls away from your lips, wincing and gasping.

“You like that, huh?” You grin, “When it hurts?”

His eyes flutter open and his pupils are fully dilated, his irises blown out like you’ve never seen. God he’s loving this. Your fingers trace over the sparrows inked on his chest and he’s nearly shaking, you know he’s just about ready to burst after what happened in the car.

“Is that why you’re all tatted up?” You ask innocently, grinding your hips into his.

“Maybe,” He groans, his voice catching in his throat, “It feels good, the pain.”

You shake your head as you push him the rest of the way down until he’s flat against the mattress. He’s still breathing heavily, gasping every time you touch him and nearly growling as he writhes against the sheets when you finally grab him over his boxers.

“Please god let me fuck you princess, please.” He begs, bucking his hips off the bed to meet your hand.

You can’t help but laugh at his pleading state as you slide his boxers down his legs, your eyes growing wide when you realize the wet spot from his slacks soaked through to them as well. He’s still grabbing at you while you finish undressing yourself, making a show out of easing your soaking panties from out of your slit and dragging them down your legs before undoing the clasp of your bra and flinging it behind you as well.

He hisses as you take him in your hand, leaning over to grab a condom from his bedside table and rolling it over him painstakingly slowly. You tease him, running his tip just over your entrance and the strangled noise that comes pouring out of his mouth is enough to get you off without him even laying a hand on you.

“Fuck, so good,” He pants, his hands thrashing as he tries to decide where to put them, bouncing around from your hips to your thighs to fisting the sheets, “Shit, I can’t, jesus I’m lightheaded.”

It’s so different seeing Harry in a state like this where he can’t even compile a complete sentence. He’s always the one sending you into a frenzy, always spitting out some crude remark that makes your thighs squeeze together, always so eloquently calm, cool, and collected, now reduced to a writhing mess of whimpering underneath you.

You finally give in and slide onto him, your mouth falling open when he glides in so easily, instantly covered in your arousal. He bucks his hips up to fuck into you, his knuckles white as he fists the sheets.

“B-Bleeding hell,” He sputters, squeezing his eyes closed, “God so fucking warm.”

You release the sheets from his hands and put them on your waist instead, wishing he’d wrap his hands around you that tight. He delivers on your wish, digging his fingertips into your skin as he holds you in place and bucks his hips up to meet yours, clearly not satisfied with the pace you’re setting.

You thread your fingers back through his hair and yank harshly, eliciting a moan from his parted lips. That stupid grin finds its way back onto his face as he recovers from it, his eyes fluttering back open.

“Do it again,” He nods, his hands moving from your hips to knead your ass, “Harder.”

Your thighs squeeze around his hips as the words come out of his mouth and you know he’s onto you when he bites his lip as you tug his hair once again. You lurch forward suddenly when his hand meets your ass with a smack.

“Shit, sorry, I thought you’d-“

“Shut the fuck up and do that again.” You pant, cutting him off and leaning forward to give him better access.

“Hang on,” He breathes, easing you off him to which you whine in complaint, “Come on princess, you’re gonna love it.” He grins wickedly.

He shoves you on all fours, yanking your ass back into the air and suddenly you’re thrown back to the first night you met in the upstairs bedroom of that stupid frat party. He leans over you, biting the back of your shoulder as he slides back into you and both of you suck in breaths as he fills you back up.

“Christ, H.” You hiss, reveling in the way you can feel him so much deeper this way.

He doesn’t reply, simply picking up the pace and rubbing his ring covered hands over the swell of your ass. You’re waiting just about as patiently as you can, wiggling your ass in the air and trying to get him to make good on his promise.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” He laughs, pinching your ass playfully as he carefully spins his rings around on his fingers, making sure all of them are facing the palm of his hand instead.

You don’t expect it when it comes, the sudden smack and the delicious sting burning your skin afterwards. You lurch forwards, grinning and begging him to do it again to which he obliges, littering your ass with pretty pink handprints and darker purple bruises in the vague shapes of his initials.

“God, you’re fucking ruining me darling.” He groans, thrusting into you again just as his hand meets your backside and you bite your lip to stifle the sounds threatening to come out of your mouth.

A little heart followed by H S are imprinted all over your sore ass cheeks when he finally collapses against your back with a shout of your name. He kisses the back of your shoulder, gently massaging your stinging ass as you come down from your high, peeling your eyes back open and turning over to meet his gaze.

“You okay?” He asks nervously, taking in the state of your backside.

“Way better than okay.” You laugh, grabbing him by the face and pulling you down to him.

Your lips meet with a smack and you can feel him smiling against your mouth as he lays back down on top of you. You feel the harsh contrast of his rings as his hands roam your skin and your cheeks flush.

You pull away from his lips, quirking your eyebrow up as you meet his eyes, “This doesn’t mean I have to start calling you daddy or anything, does it?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m opposed to the idea.” He shrugs, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“God, fuck off!” You laugh, shoving him off of you and smacking him with a pillow.

Hope you guys enjoyed, I had so much fun writing this honestly I might have to make this a reoccurring chat night thing here on my lil blog

#can't believe I somehow made this shit work ??#this really happened lmao #requests are always open #harry #harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles blurb #harry styles oneshot #harry styles writing

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cflunas · 6 years ago

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hello, it me again ! ( nala ) & this here is luna. i love her a lot, but it’s way past my bedtime, so i’m gonna stop myself before i ramble too much. as per usual, if you wanna plot, like this & i’ll come bug you --- probably via d*scord.

important links: profile | discography | pinterest | connections.

DISPATCH: “who are you & what is one thing people would know you for ?”

LUNA: i’m luna and i’m probably most known for my duality & talent. or, at least, those are the things i’d prefer to be known for. though, it’s probably my arrest record because people tend to be more interested in stupid shit than what’s actually important.

DISPATCH: “if there was one thing you could change about your career, what would it be ?”

LUNA: nothing. there’s no point in dwelling in the past and if there were any mistakes made on my part, all i can do is learn from it and be better. nothing more, nothing less.

DISPATCH: “what are you willing to do to be in the top ten ?”

LUNA: nothing i ain’t already doin’: working hard & making music i enjoy and can be proud to call mine. i mean ... i suppose i wouldn’t be opposed to sleeping my way to the top ------ nah, i’m just fuckin’ with you, but i think that’s what a lot of people are expecting me to say and you know i’d hate to disappoint.

AHN HEEYEON ( HANI ). JESSI. CISFEMALE. SHE / HER. ╱ ☆.｡.:* who is that on the charts? must be, LUNA KWON, the TWENTY-SIX year old R&B/RAP artist. i heard they got their start in EARLY 2016 with EXCESSIVE LOVE. tmz said they can be REBELLIOUS and CALLOUS, but their fans say they’re EMPATHETIC and AFFECTIONATE. their fan accounts associate them with BEACH WAVES and FULL MOONS, and those seem to fit them pretty well. will they be at the top of the charts? let’s find out!

tidbits !!

- born & raised in a rough chicago neighborhood.

- she ... was a troubled child, to say the least. she rebelled a lot, constantly fought and had no respect for authority whatsoever.

- her parents tried to get her on track, but to no avail, and just after beginning her first year in middle school, they shipped her off to sk to live with her grandparents. her parents thought a change in scenery, and culture, would help get her on track.

- the move was difficult on luna, to say the least. she didn’t know the language, she didn’t understand the culture and the feeling of being an outcast just made her behavior intensify.

- come her freshman year in high school and her grandparents decided they couldn’t do it anymore, so she was then passed along to yet another family member. this time, it was an uncle who lived in california. he was retired military ( and owned his own talent agency ), so they all believed he’d be better equipped to discipline her.

- the first two years were rough, they butted heads a lot ... especially because he was always trying to get her involved in something. apparently, he thought she needed a hobby, something to act as an outlet. she thought it was bullshit, of course, but eventually broken down and decided she’d give music a try.

- he slowly began to teach her the piano and guitar, how to use recording software and produce her own tunes, and eventually moved on to songwriting ( which is the part that helped her most, considering her uncle was right .. she did need an outlet ).

- fast forward a few years and she’s graduated high school before attending college to study music. it’s at age twenty-one ( her third year in college ) that she’s introduced to the owner of Avant Garden Island Records who is looking for a new artist to sign. of course, she goes through the audition process, provides a portfolio & showcases her talents and officially signs on upon graduating with her bachelors degree; debuting with her first solo less than a year later.

headcanons !

like i did with yumi, let’s do the traits:

- rebellious: showing a desire to resist authority, control, or convention. she STILL doesn’t do very well with authority, mainly because she doesn’t 1) like to be told what to do and 2) have the best experiences with those in authority. and the best way to get her to do something, is to tell her she can’t.

- callous: showing or having an insensitive and cruel disregard for others. this ONLY rings true for those who are of no importance to her, so a lot of the tabloids like to portray her as only being this type of person. anyway, she’s very quick to tell someone that she doesn’t give a damn about them or their opinions and she’s usually pretty vulgar in the process.

+ empathetic: showing an ability to understand and share the feelings of another. this is who her fans, and fellow friends, know her as. she’s one of the best people to go to when you just want someone to really listen and comprehend how you’re feeling. and this is only a side she showcases to said fans & friends.

+ affectionate: readily feeling or showing fondness or tenderness. she’s a HUGE lover of skinship, which the tabloids just love. if you’re close with her and y’all are in the same proximity, trust and believe she’s going to be all over you. with your permission, of course, because consent is always important kids !

her fans are called “starlights” & she loves them more than anything in this world

definitely a “do no harm ( first ), but take no shit” kinda gal.

as i sorta mentioned earlier, she is pretty vulgar and cusses like a sailor. sry she can’t help it.

will Always stick up for an injustice.

playing on that last bit, she believes wholeheartedly that respect is something that is earned & it’s a two-way street. the moment you disrespect her or what’s hers, be prepared because any and all respect she had for you is lost forever.

knows how to hold a grudge & is very well known for doing so.

total workaholic, can almost always be found in the studio or writing in a notepad.

lover of all things sweet. rly, if you wanna win her over, that’s exactly how to do it.

loyal to a fault.

scared of love, but doesn’t really let people see that too much.

not afraid to throw hands, tho, & has been arrested a few times for doing so.

literally none of this makes sense n the more i try to mess w it ..... the lESS SENSE it makes & it’s driving me crazy lskjglkjsd so pls forgive me n lov us still pls thx

#chart:intro #everything about this is just sUCH arse im cryin sldfkjgls

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sunlitblue · 6 years ago

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To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (1)

this is part one of my first series, based off the movie w/ the same title which is so stupid and cheesy, i love it. i’m gonna continue this anyway (because i’m having a good time writing it) but pls send me an ask or a message if ya like it bc i crave validation. enjoy! <3

((also this has some swears and i don’t like writing abt girls fighting, so i’m changing that part of the plot thx))

part 2 / part 3 / part 4

It wasn’t that you fell in love easily, the opposite was actually true. You just had a lot of fuzzy feelings, fairly often, and those feelings were pretty easy to misinterpret as love. That’s how it had been with Race Higgins, back in grade six, when everyone still called him Tony and he was your first kiss in a game of spin the bottle. That’s how it had been with Romeo Cortes, when he danced with you at your first ever school dance in grade nine. That’s how it had been with Jack Kelly, who had been your first best friend, your cute neighbour and your sister’s first boyfriend.

(Well, Kath wasn’t your sister, not exactly. Her parents, Mr and Mrs Pulitzer had taken you in when your mom had passed and, when Mrs Pulitzer joined her, Katherine’s dad had become a father to you both. So, she wasn’t your sister, not by blood, but she was your family in every way that mattered.)

One thing your mother had taught you, long ago, before you’d been old enough to understand what she meant, was that there were few better ways to understand yourself than writing. She filled books with pages and pages of how she felt when she met your dad, and how she felt when he wasn’t around anymore, and how her heart soared with love for you.

So, whenever you heart felt a little too full, you let your feelings overflow onto pages. After you kissed Race, in the middle of a game of spin the bottle at your first real boy-girl party, you wrote him a letter explaining how much it meant to you. After Romeo saw you standing alone at your first Homecoming and took your hand to lead you in a sweet, short slow dance, you wrote him a letter about how good it felt to not be alone, and to have him by your side. After Katherine told you that she was dating Jack, when you felt your heart sink as you smiled and gave her a hug, you wrote him a letter about how much you wished he’d chosen you, or even seen you as an option.

The letters were only ever for your eyes, for you to understand what your heart wanted, at those moments. Race was dating Spot, your second (and ex) best friend; Romeo was gay, and the entire school knew that he’d been pining after Darcy for forever and Jack was cute and creative and kind, but Katherine was the closest person to your heart and you would never ever hurt her by dating him, even after they broke up when she left for college. The letters were all hypotheticals. They were impossible fantasies and you liked it that way.

Until, on the third day of your junior year, when it all came crashing down.

Race walked up to you, dressed in the same jeans and bomber jacket kind of style that he (and most of his track team friends) had been rocking since the start of high school. He made it work, but that was no secret. Everyone who had ever been in your school hallways knew that Race Higgins was cute. It was one of those things. The sun rose every morning, the moon controlled the tides, Race Higgins was cute. It was an easy and simple fact. Another easy and simple fact was that Spot, Race’s boyfriend, had stopped liking you pretty much as soon as high school had began. You weren’t sure why, but you didn’t mind too terribly. You had people in your corner, like Katherine and Davey, so Spot could dislike you if he wanted to. Still, he probably wouldn’t have been too happy to see Race coming to talk to you with a serious look in his eyes, looking as though he was seeking you out.

He found you sitting outside school, with your laptop open on your lap. You were working on your English assignment as you waited for the bus.

“Hey, Y/N. Can I, uh, talked to you for a second?”

You were surprised, but you pulled out an earphone and motioned for Race to sit down next to you.

“Listen, as much as I appreciate the thought, Spot and I, like, just broke up so I don’t think that we could…”

He trailed off, looking at you expectantly.

“No offense, but what are you talking about, Race?”

He laughed, sounding a little uneasy and reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper in a vaguely familiar envelope.

“This letter is, like, really sweet and from what I can remember that kiss was pretty hot, given that we were twelve, but, I just don’t think we should date.”

Suddenly, you felt a wave of nausea wash over you. Oh, no. No, no, no, no. He could not have gotten the letter. How could he have gotten the letter? It was locked away in a box at the top of the closest in your room and there was no way he could have it. But, he did. And, if he had gotten his, that meant that… Oh, motherfucking, no.

You looked up and saw Jack, heading out of the school building and making a beeline for you. No, no, no. So, before you could think, you panicked and did the only thing that would stop Jack from talking to you. You grabbed the collar of Race’s jacket and pulled him towards you. Letting your laptop drop onto the grass below you, you screwed your eyes shut, and kissed him. After a moment, he sunk into you and you opened your eyes for a second to see Jack, in your peripheral vision, hesitating and turning back. In your head you thanked Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

You pulled away from Race and both of you were gasping a little.

“Uh, okay, that was a little better than the kiss we had when we were twelve, but, um, respectfully, what the fuck just happened?”

Race sounded as confused as you felt, and just then, the school bus pulled in.

“Shit, I-I’m so sorry about that, but, uh, I have to go. Thank you!”

You grabbed your laptop, stuffed it in your bag and ran to the bus, sinking down into the first seat you found. You glanced out of the window and saw Race, still clutching the letter tightly in his hands, looking well-kissed, with wide pupils and swollen lips and more than a little bewildered.

“Fuck,” you said under your breath.

“You can say that again, sister.”

You glanced to your right and, there, sitting next to you in all his glory, was Romeo Cortes.

“Hi,” you said feebly, with an even weaker wave.

“Hey. You okay? You kind of look like you just got rejected from the college of your dreams.”

“Ha. Something like that. I definitely have the same ‘my life is officially over’ feeling.”

He gave a low whistle and spoke softly.

“So, I, uh, got your letter.”

For the third time that day, you felt ready to chug a cup of lighter fluid. You didn’t reply.

“I’m really flattered, and Homecoming really was fun, but, um, you know I’m gay, right?”

You covered your warm face with your hands.

“I know, of course I do,” the words came out a little muffled, so you pulled your hands away and continued. “I wrote that letter ages ago. Those are the feelings of past me, not current me, I swear. I am so so sorry.”

Romeo nudged your shoulder with his and shrugged.

“Hey, it’s all good. I’m used to being irresistible.”

You let out a little helpless laugh and he grinned, kindly.

“There we go. So, you can smile! You look like you need someone to talk to. Wanna tell me about your day?”

You looked at him and the words came spilling out. You explained the letters, and Jack and your consensually ambiguous kiss with Race and the pit of helplessness you felt at the bottom of your stomach.

“Wow,” was all he said, at first. What more could he say?

“Well, first of all, homeboy kissed back, so I wouldn’t worry about the consent there. Secondly, you need to talk to your sister before her ex-boyfriend does. And then, you need to talk to him. And Race. Basically, you’ve got a lot of talking to do.”

“Can’t I just sink into a hole and die instead?”

“While that sounds like a great option, I’d be gutted if my favourite dance partner disappeared.”

He gave you a smile, and you felt a little bit better. If Romeo believed your story, maybe the others would too.

The bus pulled up to your stop and you got up to leave. Romeo was right, you needed to call Kath, as soon as you could.

As you walked from the bus stop to your house, you saw someone standing on your porch. He was wearing paint-stained jeans, a dark blue shirt, murderously hot combat boots and a badass leather jacket. Jack Kelly. Of fucking course. Shit. You turned and ran, as fast as your legs would carry you.

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