#anyway; just got back a week ago and i wanna be here so badly

[rebelwith0utacause]

Lake Bohinj, Slovenia 💚

4/15/23

[8-rae-rae-8]

I'm just thinking about the inevitable, of V and Johnny didn't do anything about the chip but decided to rot together until they put a bullet in their skull. Fearing themselves truly becoming one person.

[This practically became a oneshot so...] (Major character deaths, sickness, Soft™ Johnny, no comfort)

The panic of everything getting molded together and some things erased.

The fear of no longer hearing each other's voices, waiting for the point of no return. They toughed it out, and now, when they're pushing the point of becoming just one person, it's too much.

It's conflicting. They knew what would happen, and yet it's terrifying the more it progresses. Though, Johnny is the one that seems most freaked. He goes through his cigarettes faster than he can finish the one in his hand. And V, well, V can't leave the apartment. Not with the seizures and the pain.

But having Johnny there, his form glitching in and out feels peaceful. They're both waiting. V can feel it in their head, the way their body aches seems to accompany it each time.

And when Johnny talks, V's mouth moves too.

"It's time, V..." It comes from Johnny like he's in the same amount of agony as V. Like he was feeling the overwhelming nausea, the way V's frame slimmed as their body gave in with the constant pains.

"Can't make it to the rooftop..." That spot Misty took them, after Viktor gave them the gun... It's still sitting somewhere.

"Yeah, I know." Johnny's form fizzles into sight, sitting just over the edge of the bed. His plated vest had been shed long ago, while his sunglasses sit on top of his head. They feel what the other does, and fuck does Johnny's light winces hurt V just as much as the pain.

They're both hurting. And that soft look Johnny gives only adds. They're both ready, they have to be. It was Johnny's demand to go out together, taking V's body was too selfish over these goddamn weeks, and V couldn't stand the idea of getting rid of the parasite he's known to love.

Love. That's the most accurate word he could pick. Whatever giving up their chances at lives just to stay together meant..

"Call your friends.. Just tell 'em." He's guiding V through it, and yet his voice quivers and his hands seem to shake, whatever the engram version of that is. Thw light tremors are there, regardless.. They're both scared.

"'m scared, Johnny..." And V's sick, so very sick. The chip, the pain, the fear.. It's no wonder their body can't keep food down, or fully relax for sleep. It's time, they're ready, but... God, is it so wrong to want to back out? To just give Johnny his life, his body and move on? It's theirs, he knows Johnny will cherish it as such. V'll demand it anyway.

"If you go, I'm going with, damnit-" Johnny's voice burns into his head, following every worried thought that crossed their mind. Separate worries that seem to mix together. He knows what V thinks, and V knows what he does. There's no privacy.. There doesn't need to be.

"Johnny..." His name rolls off V's lips easily, soft huffs of air coming from him with each pained breath. "Don't wanna die.."

"We're goin' together, like we said." He's so soft. Had V ever seen tears in his eyes like this before? Johnny never held up a full promise, but he can feel the dedication. It's both of them or neither. "Hey..." His voice drops to a whisper as he reaches out, as if V can truly feel the hand on his cheek, "I'll be right here, you gettin' it?"

It's not fair. Not being able to lean into the hand that wanted to touch so badly. The worse their situation got, the angrier V got, and the softer Johnny did. They're losing things. And before, where V was soft with his loss, Johnny wasn't. It's flipped. Especially the sicker V gets...

"'m tired..." V huffs, struggling to turn on their side.

"We're exhausted, which is why it's time..." He leaves out the fact that they hadn't had food in days and their head felt like it would explode at any minute. Their body is done, and Johnny's not sure he wants to stay long enough to see if it gets any better when it's just him there... He'd be a shell now, without his V, anyway.

"It'll make a mess." Really? That's the complaint? They won't be around to care.. The idea of his friends cleaning up the mess makes them both shudder, though.

"Boohoo. We've made worse messes. 'member the psychos we zeroed? Such a damn mess." He tries, he really does. But he wants to lay down too, to let everything fade away for a little. There just isn't time.

If works, a little. The first stupid little grin Johnny's seen in days. His, albeit small, amount of joy reflects in a bigger grin. Maybe there were perks of feeling the same things... It made the burdens less heavy to bear.

"Call your friends... You know I can't go anywhere if I wanted." He doesn't. Fuck, he doesn't want to leave.

And, through trembles and whimpers, they go through their list of contacts. Panam, Kerry, River, Judy... The calls didn't end with a goodbye, but a 'see you later', V made it a point to say. Because it's not over, it never is.

V's hands are almost too weak to hold their iron, Johnny's gun. It didn't feel right with anything else. He- They hold it together. But, just enough, V can feel the phantom touches of Johnny's body wrapping around his before everything goes dark. They were smiling, just a bit. And then it was over.

[giveafike]

Hi azzie how are you??? When will you post next xxxx

Hii anon!! Sorry guys, I kinda went AWOL for a bit here, I’ve been somewhat swamped 😭 anon are you British? X hehe, just curious bc of the kisses.

I had a dream where I did a get to know me post and then got SWATTED 😭 would we want a get to know Azzie? I don’t think so, but lmk! Send questions if so (don’t SWAT team me 😭)

Writing Updates: trust, I will have Ben Shelton posts and a Jude blurb coming up eventually! If not this week, then next.

I’ve got a (albeit, belated) Halloween party coming up + a lot of work shifts this week + college starts tmr :( but I’ve got a lot of free time if I push out these assignments so..pray for me.

Azzie Updates + ChitChat: First of all I wanna say: tysm for the love on the works this past week!!!!! :,) you’re all so sweet and kind, I always say I love tumblr so much and it’s only bc of people like you guys liking and reblogging and commenting and sending me feedback that makes it such a sweet, fun, great place!

Second off, question! are any of those crazy amazing Ben Shelton TikTok editors with the freaky ass captions on tumblr? Bc I’ve been scrolling through posts all night, literally cackling at those captions and in awe of their editing skills, they need to proofread my writing drafts, they’re the realest mfs here.

I’ve just checked my inbox for the first time in a few days- YOU 🫵 😧 are FREAKYYYY AS FUCK 🫵😧 … HOLYYY SHIT???? Are we all ovulating..? The amount of NSFW requests you people want me to write, and you guys write it so sweetly too it makes me laugh sooo hard “Azzie hey girl! Love you! can you write a blurb about me and Ben and in public and he’s crazy and-” - TOUCH GRASS OH MYYYY GOD! GIRLS! Hahah kidding I’m just as bad……did you guys see that NSFW Ben Shelton tarot reading from @castingspellsanddaisies ? i am actually….feral?.. I can’t stop reading it … my face is WARM thinking about it; wdymm he’s good at it (duh ofc he is)…. Let me test that out…for research and writing purposes, obviously.

Um, anyways.. I underestimated an assignment of mine and I’ve been grinding on that (literally due in 3 hrs…almost done it tho!), I’ve another one due Wednesday + uni starts back tomorrow and I’ve got to go for attendance, so I’m prob pulling an all-nighter tonight 😵‍💫 im SICK of university and im sick of STEM, i deserve to be living the Morgan Riddle life but Ben Shelton edition. Sorry not sorry!

I’ve also been super badly sick, I passed out at work the other day and I’ve got no appetite whatsoever, I had a fever earlier this week - idk what’s going on w me! Autumn-winter always makes me feel like I’m a Victorian child. I feel wayyyy better than how I did a few days ago, but I’ve trying to take it easy and relax a bit, pls forgive me 😓

maybe tmr after I finish all my pending works I’ll write smut in the library…like a freak 💀😭 we’ll see anyways, good chat, back to my assignment I go 😞

[sinningtamer]

Not sure if you’ve answered this before but what are your favourite fics and ships?

Love all your art btw! <3 Thx for all the food!

i might've years ago, so let's go again! i'm gonna answer this question as only NSFW/kink related, otherwise the list would be way too long haha

alright let's start with the obvious: ParviII is and always will be my #1 one ship, even when I dip in and out of the fandom a lot (i feel the term OTP is super outdated these days? but if there was one ship i could use it with it's them...)

so obviously i'm gonna say Talking Body and Payment and Payback by @sparxwrites. because. you know. how can i not. oh yeah, Good Vibrations is also a classic. hiii sparx, i'm sorry for picking your older fics, i just have such a bias. they've written a ton of great stuff over the years though, so go give the account a peak! there's something for everyone, especially if you like darker stuff.

...speaking of accounts with a lot of content who lurk around here, shoutout to @pawpunkao3. lmpᴇarI is one of my favorite ships, and they're still such a rarepair somehow?? anyways I think about Between Bedrock and a Hard Place at least once a week tbh. A New Religion That'll Bring You To Your Knees is fantastic, and i have a soft spot for I Spy (even tho i didn't watch too much empires). again, another author with a whole arsenal under their belt, so don't just take my word for it and check the rest of his fics!

back to lmpᴇarI being a rarepair... @thatstoomuchsoup has Chicken Soup for the Soulbounds (okay it's more pearI-centric but they're both there) and is another blog that specializes in some of my kinks and these fandoms. same with @anon-teddy's content, gotta give a shoutout to full. this is also making me realize i haven't sought out enough poly S0up Group or GᴇmpuIse/PᴇarIgem fics...maybe i'll get back to you on that...

there's a bunch of good explicit trᴇᴇbark fics, but i said i was gonna keep this list concise, so the only one i'll specifically point to is how to deal with your supernatural lust for blood (and other things) in a completely normal and god-honoring fashion. for...reasons. also because it's good!

edit: oh my GOD i realized two seconds after posting this i completely forget to mention @also-an-art. go read (this is) hungry work and honey don't feed it right fucking now. i've read both of these in full (pun intended) multiple times they're that amazing. it's rare that the plot is just as good as the horniness, when i tell you i lost my mind at some of the development in these. also hot and dirty (like the la air) is a guilty pleasure. AND it introduced me to a song that ended up being #20 on my spotify wrapped LOL (RPF warning on that one! trust me tho)

let's get to my other bias, shall we? RᴛSpiff and RᴛS00t don't....have any explicit fics. nor does poly lᴀds. CMRᴛ does, though! I'm kinda picky about how people characterize them, but play it cool and Every Stumble and Each Misfire are lovely (note that the second one is also blatant RPF! don't say i didn't warn you o7)

speaking of lᴀds, if you follow me on main, you know i got into Bᴀnᴀna Bᴜs Sqᴜᴀd just last year (I'M SORRY, OKAY, DON'T @ ME-) you'd think getting into an old fandom late would mean a ton of great smut fics, right? to be honest, i haven't found many that i care for, but maybe i'm just picky... however, i remember your lips, they're the ones i miss, and smoke in your lungs, your lips on mine are SO GODDAMN GOOD i'm not even mad it's only those two i like because i could reread them 20 times. god. such fun characterization. shame the author orphaned them because i badly wanna read more of their stuff.

this is the part where you go, spirit, do you read anything besides (mᴄ)yt fandoms??? and i go, not really.............well, sort of. i like 0verwatch! and M0icy!! Reciprocity is a delightful PWP long fic. i'm also not really an omegaverse guy, but Water Me has such a good take on it i fell in looove.

okay, i'm gonna cut myself off here, enough though i could probably name dozens of more fics if i sat and thought about it. if anyone i tagged wants to be untagged, feel free to reply here or shoot me an ask/dm!!

[parksprout]

Sprout Journal 11/16/24-11/17/24

Hey Tumblr! It's been another couple of days since I wrote an actual journal entry, so this'll be another one of those two for one sorta deals. I meant to write another entry yesterday, but truthfully that vent post encapsulated almost everything I was thinking for the past several days and I opted to live in the catharsis of not having much else on my mind for the day. I got a lot of my stress out about my situation in that post, but it was also exhausting! I'm gonna talk a little bit more about this at the end, though. Save those who might not want to hear about my (lack of) love life the trouble.

I'll get into two days ago first! So honestly I can barely remember my work day. I spent a lot of it tweaking out. I was not feeling very good mentally, and it showed. Frankly I don't wanna dwell on it too much, it was work and it was a bad day at work, that's really it. The evening got soooo much better anyways!! I had my first DnD session in a few weeks, and god I needed it so badly. I don't feel like typing out everything that happened in the session right now considering I already need to write a recap for my players and that just feels like homework twice, BUT I WILL SAY that it was almost exclusively improv on my part and I was extremely proud of how I performed. There is one player of mine who seems to be way more interested in the combat aspect of the game than in the actual roleplay portions, so I struggled a bit to make it interesting for him, but besides that it was a very roleplay and character heavy session that everyone did very well in.

Yesterday, the 17th, was a pretty good day overall actually. I started off morning by writing out a very long vent post that... was basically self therapy. Work was busy, my coworkers were all present and we shared a lot of laughs - I don't like a couple of them, but the ones that I get along really well with were also there so... it ended up being a pretty good day. After I got home from work I ended up doing some homework, hitting up the gym and then calling my friend Sammy for a couple of hours to play some video games. Honestly? Without him right now? I don't think I'd be okay. I

I know that this was kinda a lack luster journal, but I'm not that interested in writing at the moment! I have a bit of a headache. I'm gonna do the usual thing here and include another section below this picture where I talk about my feelings about The Bnuuy. That's what these journals were originally about and what purpose they serve, after all, is to say things that I'm feeling about the breakup

I was proud of myself yesterday. After I wrote my vent post I kinda just... breathed for a bit. I re-read my thoughts maybe five or six times and dwelt on every line, thought about what I feel and... how best to continue to heal from this. I actually read a large amount of it to my friend last night when I called him. Sometimes? I struggle sharing my emotions with other people. Aaron was the only person I ever really felt okay speaking my whole truth to, so... it was foreign getting into the details of how I feel with somebody else.

I told my friend a few things in particular. The first being how close I came to asking Aaron out a few days ago... he was at first appalled, he asked "did you actually say anything to them???" with this incredulous tone that made me laugh. After I reassured him that no, all I did was write this fuck-ass journal about it, say "Hey Aaron? Do you know you're pretty?" like a tool and then cry at work, he was oddly proud of me. I struggle a lot with self control, especially when it comes to emotional expression. It takes a lot of reigning in to keep myself from saying what I want to, from expressing my true intentions, from making situations worse through my blunt honesty. He knows I wanted to reach my hand out to The Bnuuy so badly, but that I held myself back; that's why he was proud. Sammy is a huge advocate for culling hope. He's a realist, an engineering major who genuinely enjoys the mathematics of the world and believes that there is a calculus behind human actions. One Park + One Aaron ≠ Able To Date Right Now. Or at least... that's what I thought he'd say. I read off that post and... I think it unlocked a new understanding of me as a person to Sammy, which is hard to think about haha. He's known me for a decade but he's still less familiar with my inner workings than my partner of three years? That's... crazy. Anyways I'm going on a tangent.

Sammy told me that... while he may not understand exactly how my heart works, and he can't gauge Aaron's any better, but he did tell me that he's never seen me like this before. He told me that he's watched me grow since I met this person and that they really do seem like the right one for my heart.. but he also warned me that I'm being impatient, too. He lambasted me for a while about how I shouldn't be asking them out any time soon, but he did agree that it's probably my responsibility to be the one to try in the future. He told me that I am a fun person with hobbies, interests, humor, that I'm pretty and definitely worth dating... but I'm not going to be able to convince Aaron of that while still healing from the breakup. I asked him if I should try again someday, and he told me that, and I quote, "if you became the kind of person to give up on someone after one try and failure, you'd stop being the person I know. I don't want to lose the person that I know, so be honest with yourself about being in love and show them that you can be the best fucking friend possible first. Then, see if you can be something more, but better than you were. Don't get broken up with again because you aren't their friend first" and then he called me a slur lol. We also talked about the future. I told Sammy that no matter what, I think I want to live out west. He told me that he knows that it's always been my dream to live somewhere out there - even before Aaron I wanted to move to Washington or Oregon - so he would respect my decision if I left. He might even follow me someday. He also told me to say hi to Aaron because he knows that I talk to him every day still. He said to say some other stuff too, but it made me too sad to type it to Aaron alksjdfhksdjf Sammy said that we better get past this and get back into a serious relationship so he has an excuse to come visit with me, he wants to go traveling. I hope that can happen someday, I would love for my platonic best friend and my other (<3) best friend to meet. Anyways that's all, this is super rambly and weird because I am literally walking around campus writing this section (the rest was in a draft alsdkjfasdfdsf) SO GOODBYE TUMBLR!! I LOVE YOU!!! HAVE A GOOD DAY TUMBLR!!! BYE!!! BAI!!! BYEE!!!

[a-dustlandfairytale]

People don't talk enough about how grief feels like a freight train running through your chest. There is no definitive conclusion on when it will end nor fade. Some days you feel kinda normal and you wonder why your friends treat you like glass. Other days you feel like even a pin drop could cause you to break down. This post is very personal so don't read ahead if you don't feel up to it.

I was reading texts that were from my dad, whom I lost 2 years ago, and I've been crying. It feels like needles of torture, but somehow worse than that would be to forget and ignore, because it feels like that's what everyone is already doing. It feels like my lungs fill up with fluid and I wanna cry out with animalistic wails as I grieve. Boy do I grieve. Grief is used too sparingly for a word that takes a bite out of your world.

My dad died when I was 19 (going on 20) I'm the most painful way possible for me. He had been sick on and off for months. He promised he would go to the doctor if he wasn't feeling well. He didn't and I ended up finding him dead. I had to tell my family he died. When I found him I didn't even know, I couldn't tell. He looked peaceful, like he was sleeping, but he was on the floor. I called my mom to come up from the car as they were divorced. Not long later she told me to look away and thats when I knew. I don't even remember what the cops asked me when they arrived. I just kept looking to where my mom covered him in a blanket. I couldn't breathe. I still don't think I can breathe sometimes.

5 months later my oldest brother died. His mom and stepfather had always been alcoholics and always peer pressured him into drinking. My dad definitely didn't love it but it was hard to beat a guy who was literally a multimillionaire. My brother became an alcoholic as he grew up. He always thought he could just have a drink on the weekends after he got out of rehab. A month after my dad died he almost died from liver failure and didn't tell us. He just told me he was in the hospital. So he kept getting mad as I nagged him. I was so worried. Foe good reason as I would soon find out. His doctor gave him maybe 5 years to live if he stopped drinking. Maybe a year otherwise. He told us on canada day. I held his hand as he died in the hospital barely 2 weeks later during covid restrictions, which meant only 2 people could be there. Only me and his girlfriend were there. His mom was too scared to see him die. His body was so thin and his hands so swollen. They couldn't give him anymore blood cause he kept bleeding out. He actually died with a liquor bottle in his arms. While i didnt love it, it was his last wish, it was the last thing i could help do for him. Before I met my brothers mom and stepdad, I never knew I could truly hate someone. Her and her husband are people I truly hate and will never forgive. Their daughter died this year from an overdose 2 days after I saw her. They only have 1 kid now.

I've never been able to find a therapist that works for me. Like there have been some okay ones but when it comes down to it, it seems that according to them veryone and clearly it hasn't been working for me. Since all this happened it's not unlike chidis reference to the ocean, thats how my grief feels and I want it to just go back to the ocean, but at the same time, much like Eleanor, im so scared I'm gonna somehow lose along the way. It's been 2 years.

I'm 22. I wanna be normal. I want my dad and brother here so badly. I wish I had been by my dads side earlier and helped him. I have so many regrets but I feel like I can't let them go.

Anyways back to our regular scheduled programming.

[kazewhara]

summer rain.

part one here.

# — pairing: kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha, beidou, xinyan (mentioned)

# — warnings: n/a

# — tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, confessions, reader's got a guilty conscience, beidou's protective over kazuha (as she should)

# — notes: here's the official apology for i like u! i'm gonna go straight to sleep after i post this, heheh. reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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so kazuha's been ignoring you.

which, okay, you admit, is probably something you deserve. you knew this whole "friends with benefits" thing was a bad idea from the get-go. you don't know why you didn't just stop after the first night. actually, no. you're lying. you know exactly why you didn't stop, and the answer is simple: it's because of kazuha.

you want to put the blame on kazuha. oh, you so badly want to drag him under the bus with you. after all, it's his fault you're like this, no? who told him to be so perfect? who told him to worm his way under your skin and straight to your heart faster than anyone ever has before? did you ask him to make you fall in love with him? no! no, you did not!

you just wanted to fall in love quietly and love him from afar, but no, kazuha wouldn't let you. he just had to be so gentle with you, didn't he? of course he had to touch you like you were the most delicate being in the world. of course he had to speak to you so tenderly; he just had to treat you like you were the most important person in his life, didn't he? this whole situation is his fault just as much as it is yours!

you prop your chin on your hand as you look out the classroom window and sigh. as badly as you want to blame him, you know you can't. this is all your fault.

it doesn't help that beidou and her cronies were making you pay for it, either. beidou's a nice person -- really, she is -- but ever since the day kazuha just up and walked out on you, she's been going out of her way to make you feel guilty for what you've done.

she chewed you out via text message (which you haven't deleted yet -- are you some kind of masochist?), berated you in person, and shoots you the nastiest glares every time she sees you. at this point, you can feel her presence before you actually see her. her gang of friends give you glares too -- and they're everywhere. there's no escaping this.

you peek down at your phone beneath your desk and skim the messages beidou sent you.

[beidou]: don't even give me that "i love him back" shit either.

[beidou]: because if you really loved kazuha, if you really, REALLY loved him, you wouldn't have suggested something like this.

[beidou]: he CRIED. over YOU. and you and i both know that kazuha NEVER fucking cries.

your eyes begin to well up with tears. you keep reading anyway.

[beidou]: kazuha's been distraught for WEEKS and you haven't made any attempt to actually fix this. i saw you reach out to him and then you just stop? what the hell?

[beidou]: look, i can't tell you to stay away from him. it's been hard enough keeping him from breaking his silence and contacting you as is. he loves you so, so goddamn much that it literally makes me sick.

[beidou]: why did you do it? what was the point in this? if you do love him back, why did you start this?

she sent you that a few days ago. you never answered. you have an answer to her question, though. why did you start sleeping with kazuha?

well, because you're an addict. that's the short and long of it, anyways. you grew so addicted to kazuha that you couldn't stop yourself from taking that final step, from crossing that line. but as soon as you did -- as soon as you pulled him into your arms after that first night, you felt a cavern open up in your stomach. you went too far.

that night, you buried your nose in kazuha's hair and cried. you hated yourself -- you still do, even now -- for being so impatient, so greedy for kazuha's affection that you would sleep with him without telling him how you felt. you thought that if you told him, he would belittle you for being so disgusting, for stooping so low just to get what you want from him.

but... he didn't. he never did. turns out, he just... loved you with all he had. and all you did was take. you took, and took, and took, and now look where that got you.

you sniff and tuck your phone away, pressing the heel of your palms against your eyes. you're in class right now -- you shouldn't be thinking about this whole ordeal right now, but you can't help it. it's right about now when you would text kazuha to hang out to help escape your problems (he's your escape, your own little hideaway), but you can't do that anymore, can you?

you hear a sharp call of your name from the front of the classroom. "are you alright?" your professor asks. "are you in pain? should i call someone?"

shit. you made it too obvious. well, you figure, you may as well use this chance to leave. you pack your stuff. "i'll be fine," you lie, "but i'll just go rest. i'm sorry for disturbing the class." you don't even wait for your professor's response -- you speed walk out of there as fast as you can with your heart resting in shattered pieces in your hands.

----

you decide that the only way to escape your problems is by partying. (you're aware that it's a bad idea, but you don't know what else to do.)

xinyan's throwing a party at her house -- it's more of an after-party since she had a performance earlier in the day. you'd go up to her and say that you loved it, but you didn't go. maybe next time. for now, you bask in the heavy bass of the music, the loud chattering of the partygoers, the smell of weed smoke and alcohol that floats in the air.

it's mind-numbing. good.

the air does get a bit stifling, so you head up the stairs and into a bedroom that you remember has a balcony. fortunately, the room is empty, as is the balcony. you head out and lean on the marble railing with a sigh. there's enough alcohol in your system to give you some peace of mind, but clearly, it's not enough. you're still thinking about it.

you close your eyes and take a deep breath. it smells like summer rain.

"come on, it's not gonna kill you!"

kazuha eyed you warily from inside the building. "i'd rather not get myself wet." he called from his spot. "can't you just come inside? why don't we watch a movie instead?"

you huffed. it was the first thunderstorm of the summer and the hiss of the rain on the pavement was too enticing for you to ignore. you ran outside your dorm in flip-flips, shorts and a t-shirt and let the cool droplets soak the stubborn heat off your skin. it smelled heavenly and it was too relaxing to enjoy alone, so you tried to get kazuha out here, but...

kazuha waved for you to come indoors. he didn't like the idea at all -- probably because of his hair. you already agreed to help him with it when you went inside later, but he still refused.

you marched over to him and put your hands on your hips. "you're being a total killjoy right now, y'know."

kazuha blinked at you. there was something shimmering in his eyes. you thought it was the reflection of the rain. "i don't mean to be," he said. "also i don't want to have to change my clothes. it's an unnecessary hassle."

"you're an unnecessary hassle." you muttered.

"you wound me, little bird." kazuha placed his hand over his heart.

he opened his mouth to say something else but you grabbed his wrist and tugged him out into the rain with you before he could. kazuha made a sharp noise of surprise and quickly dug into his pocket to toss his phone in the building. "i can't believe you." he called over the downpour.

you only grinned at him. "it isn't all that bad, c'mon. doesn't it feel nice?"

kazuha narrowed his eyes at you and pushed his now wet hair off of his forehead. it was your turn to blink at him. "i won't give you the satisfaction of saying yes."

your brain stalled for a moment, but you did your best to make it work again. "you know how... oh, oh! y'know how people dance in the rain? let's do that!"

kazuha, still unamused, raised an eyebrow at you. "to what music, exactly?"

you feel giddy. that wasn't a no! "i dunno... what was that song you were singing to yourself the other day?"

you thought you saw kazuha flinch. his cheeks started to redden -- just a little. he turned his eyes elsewhere. "that's a rather slow song," he informed. "unless you're suggesting that we--"

again, you shut kazuha up by tugging him close to you. you were pressed chest to chest like this, his hands in yours. kazuha's lips parted ever so slightly in a silent gasp. you couldn't help but look at them for a moment. "start singing, kazu', c'mon." you murmured.

kazuha was quiet for a little while, his eyes never leaving your face before he cleared his throat. "alright, then..."

and there in the rain you two swayed, with kazuha's hands firmly on your waist. you couldn't help but smile the entire time, but the lyrics made you look at him a few times. each time, kazuha looked back at you for no longer than a few seconds before he would look away, his ears growing redder by the second. it was like he was singing to you -- about you. but that couldn't have been right.

when he finished, you sighed, content. "we can go inside now," you beamed at him, "thanks for dancing with me, kazuha."

kazuha stared at you for a second before his gaze dropped to your lips. you swallowed nervously. he's never been good at hiding that. "before we go inside," he murmured, "just one more thing."

he took your face in his hands and leaned in close, close enough to brush his lips on yours. panicking, you commented, "isn't this kinda like the notebook?"

kazuha laughed, the sound light and full of amusement. he kissed you sweetly before you could say anything else, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

when you parted, he chuckled at the dazed look on your face. "just like the notebook." he said against your lips before pulling you back in for another kiss.

you giggle at the memory the scent brings you. kazuha mentioned that he didn't want to catch a cold, yet he was the first of the two of you to get sick. he forced you to take care of him out of spite, which caused you to get sick. he called it karma, but stayed by your side regardless.

as fond as your memories with kazuha may be, you feel your heart twisting and yanking in every which direction. god, you miss him. just as the tears start to flow, you hear the door to the balcony open behind you and an all-too familiar voice speak.

"is it alright if i join you?" he asks.

your back goes ramrod straight. it's kazuha. your throat closes on you suddenly, making you cough.

"oh, i'm sorry." his voice is so soft. always so soft. so gentle. "i didn't mean to startle you. i just--"

"needed to get away for a bit?" you finish his sentence. you wish you could see his face. what does he look like right now? horrified? repulsed? "yeah, me too." you sigh.

kazuha's silent. he's so quiet that, for a moment, you wonder if he just turned around and left. but he surprises you; you hear footsteps come up beside you and in your peripheral, you see kazuha lean on the rail as well. you can't bring yourself to look at him.

"how... have you been?" kazuha is the first to speak. you almost flinch at the sound of his voice. "it's been a while."

nearly a month, you almost scream. it's nearly been a fucking month. you swallow back the torrent of words that rushes to your lips. you're in no position to dump your emotions on him anymore. it's a miracle he's even here -- don't scare him off.

"i've been getting by." your reply comes out with far more ease than you were expecting. "..you?"

a stupid question, but kazuha still nods in the corner of your eye. "me too."

then, silence. a painful, suffocating silence. you still feel a dampness on your cheeks. quickly, you swipe them away with a sniff. you miss the way kazuha turns to face you.

what now? what are you supposed to say to him? why is he even still here? he should hate you, should be staying miles and miles away from you! you didn't think it possible, but your heart breaks more upon hearing that kazuha's just been "getting by". he doesn't deserve that -- he should be thriving without you. without you, he should feel so much lighter and yet, beidou's messages flash through your mind. kazuha's been miserable without you.

miserable with you, miserable without you. either way, the common denominator is you. you feel the need to hide yourself from view.

the silence stretches on and on for what feels like an eternity before you finally crumble, your remains laying at kazuha's feet. "i'm sorry." your voice is so tiny.

"what--?"

"i know sorry doesn't cut it. god, i know sorry can never fix any of the pain i caused you, but i don't know what else to say, kazuha, i--" you inhale sharply. the words keep coming and you don't know how to stop them. you lay yourself bare before him, every part of you reflecting in the moonlight. "i know that what we had was... i-it was a terrible fucking idea, i just-- i don't know how to explain it without sounding too pathetic, but--"

kazuha calls your name softly. "you're not--"

you don't let him finish. "i guess i just... i wanted you to myself." you laugh derisively at yourself. "a stupid fucking idea, i know, i know -- you're not some item and you don't belong to me, i know. i just-- i-i just..."

kazuha's hand comes to rest on your shoulder. you don't realize that you're shaking until he squeezes you. again, he tries calling your name. "listen to me, please." he pleads with you. you don't hear him and continue to chatter, but he squeezes you again, making you look at him. he looks so desperate, so pained by your words that you feel a lump form in your throat.

"kazuha, i--"

"all i ever wanted to hear," he says, the shadow of a smile ghosting over his lips, "was for you to say 'i love you' and mean it. i held out hope for the past three weeks because... well, because i know you." his hand moves from your shoulder to your hand. "i think i have the fortune of knowing you better than anyone else."

you shake your head and start to retort, but he cuts you off.

"i think you felt just as trapped by that arrangement as i did. am i wrong?" when you nod, kazuha squeezes your hand gently. he's so warm. always warm. "i figured as much."

"it's just... by the time i realized what i'd done, i knew it was too late for me to confess." you finally manage a proper sentence. "kazuha, all i ever wanted was for you to know how i felt-- it was never supposed to go on for so long, i-i never meant to hurt you like that."

"it hurt, yes." kazuha confirms. "for three years, it hurt. i thought that... i always thought that you felt the same, but deep down, i... thought that maybe you didn't; that you were using me."

you feel the blood leave your face. "i would never, kazuha, i--"

kazuha nods. "i know. pessimism aside, i... i know. i knew you wouldn't." he taps your forehead with two fingers -- a playful gesture he often does when you're being obtuse. "did you forget that i know you like the back of my hand?"

you press your lips together as you remember beidou's words. "but you cried, kazuha. i made you cry. why do you sound like you forgive me? you shouldn't forgive me so easily, not when i-- i don't deserve--"

"you do." kazuha's voice is firm and his eyes are serious. "if you didn't feel any regret, then maybe my answer would change. but you do. better yet, you love me back. don't you?"

"of course i do!"

you gasp when kazuha leans in close, his lips brushing yours. it's a feeling that's so familiar, yet so foreign to you. it sends electricity rocketing through your body from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. "then say it. indulge me, little bird. do you love me?" he whispers against your mouth.

you shiver and shut your eyes. "more than anything. god, you don't understand, i--"

kazuha presses his lips to yours quickly. "tell me. please." his words are coated with a hint of desperation.

"i love you." finally, finally those words leave your body. you pour your all into your declaration, and you hope kazuha picks up on it. "i love you so, so much kazuha. i'm so sorry."

"again," kazuha says. he kisses you slowly this time. "say it again."

you oblige him. "i love you."

another kiss, even slower. "again."

"love you, kazuha," you breathe into his mouth, "love you so much."

kazuha hums into the next kiss, the sound pleased. when he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours. "that's all i ever needed to hear, little bird."

"i'll say it as many times as i need to," you whisper. "however long it takes for you to believe me."

kazuha kisses your forehead and you can feel his smile. "i believe you just fine," he says, "though i wouldn't mind hearing it again."

you know he's joking, but you say it again, very, very seriously. "i love you so much," you whisper. you sound fragile -- raw. your emotions are so visible, thrown out everywhere for the world -- for kazuha -- to see.

he accepts every word, every syllable that comes out of your mouth. he pulls you into his arms tightly and rests his head on your shoulder. you squeeze him just as tight and take a shaky breath. he, too, smells like the summer rain.

"i love you too," he finally says into your shoulder. "more than there are stars in the sky.

there may not be any rain to wash away your worries, but kazuha's embrace cleanses them all the same. and as the party rages on in the floor below, kazuha begins to sway you two side to side, humming a quiet tune for only you to hear.

✦ i feel good ... yeah, i feel nice abt this one. couldn't not write this... though i am a lil worried that the ending is rushed 🧍🏽 i do hope you liked it all the same! time for bed, it's 1 am

[imaginecolby]

lazy friday || c.b.

summary: you didn’t realize how badly you needed a day off, until colby convinces you to take one.

"finally, you're home!" colby cheered as you walked through your front door.

"hey babe." you said softly as he pressed a kiss to your lips. "what are you doing here?"

"i called you like four hours ago and said i was gonna come over to have dinner with you. did you not get my messages?" he asked. you grabbed your phone out of your bag and unlocked it. sure enough, you had a missed call and four texts from colby.

"sorry. today was so busy, i barely had time to use the bathroom. but, i'm happy you're here. dinner smells amazing and im starving.”

"well let's eat! im hungry too." colby said, wrapping you in a tight hug. you set all the food out on the table and sat down to dinner with him. he listened intently as you vented about your day. you hated boring all this information on him, but you appreciated that he was always there to listen. 

after dinner, and a few glasses of wine, you stepped into the shower and let the stress of the day wash of your shoulders. once you were finished and in your pajamas, you and colby snuggled up in bed. 

"are you sure you wont mind? i don't wanna keep you up." he said softly as he was contemplating starting a movie.

"i dont mind at all. i'm so tired, i'll be asleep instantly anyway." you laughed. you reached up and pressed a kiss to your cheek before nuzzling into his side and falling asleep. 

the next morning, you were jolted awake by the sound of your alarm going off. 

"damn, five am came back around rather quickly." you sighed, silencing your alarm. you lied there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling as the rest of your alarms sounded. as the last one finished ringing, you let out a loud groan before you got up. as you started to roll out of bed, you felt colby's arm wrap around your waist. 

"stay." he said softly.

"i can't. i have to go to work." you giggled as he began pressing kisses to your cheeks and neck.

"c'mon, it's friday. call in. you work so much, i'm sure they can afford to miss you one day." he said. you let out a small sigh, hesitating ever so slightly, and picked up your phone. you dialed your manager’s number, feigning a cough, and putting on a distressed voice. fortunately, your manager was more than willing to give you the day off.

“i’m going back to bed.” you said quietly as colby wrapped his arm tighter around your waist.

“good.” colby whispered, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

later that morning, you woke up feeling refreshed. the work week always caught up to you, and by friday, you were running on fumes. you rolled over and found the bed empty next to you. walking out to the living room, you heard colby in the kitchen, rustling with bags. 

“good morning, sunshine.” you said, walking over to him. you wrapped your arms around him, rested your head on his shoulder and hugged him tight. 

“good morning. you have perfect timing, this just got here.” he said as he finished unpacking the bags of the breakfast he’d ordered for the two of you. you sat down at the table with him, enjoying your morning with each other. after breakfast, you’d moved to the living room and snuggled up on the couch. 

“thank you for convincing me to play hooky today.” you said softly, patting colby on the thigh.

“you needed it. you’ve been running yourself into the ground almost, spending all your time at work. i know you love your job, but you need to take time for yourself.” he said.

“i know, i need to get better at that. i just feel so bad because i feel like i’ve left people out to dry.”

“babe, you know that’s not true. your coworkers are more than capable of handling work without you. i know that you’ve trained them all, so if they have just half the work ethic that you do, then you’re in good hands.” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. you hugged him tight, and smiled up at him.

“i love you.” you said with a smile, reaching up to press a kiss to his lips.

“i love you.” colby repeated, the two of you sharing another kiss.

you ended up spending the rest of the day lazing in your apartment. it was a perfect friday, and a wonderful, relaxing start to the weekend.

[sparkysparklightning]

Okay listen

Yes this is the “longass post” I mentioned in my previous Tratie HoO post hgjkfsh I decided to publish it and see what y’alls think!

Anyway, I saw this post, like...a week ago?? And all of a sudden, everything related to the HoO series that I’ve held back just came charging full-force. So I’m here to grace y’alls with my ideas and thoughts about HoO.

Honestly, if I talked abt everything that went off-kilter in that series, we’d be here all day, so I’ll just stick to the mere basic point that was also the basis of my HoO conceptual rewrite idea, and that point is...

Percabeth shouldn’t have been a part of the Seven.

Yeah yeah, half of you guys must be throwing stones at me, the other half is probably nodding in agreement. But seriously, Percabeth already had their time to shine--they had an entire five hecking books, they ( and their characterizations ) definitely do not need another five more, yeesh! I love Percy and all, but pls, five more books in which his and Annabeth’s and their relationship’s character were diminished? Yeah, no thanks. 

I love Percabeth, but in HoO, they became so...bland??? Idk how to properly explain it, but I didn’t like what happened to their character arcs at all lmaoo

But then, I got an idea: what if, instead of Percabeth, it was TRATIE who was a part of the Seven, instead? 

Now this idea was inspired both from the post mentioned above plus another post that talked abt Tratie as a part of the Seven in a bit more detail, which I cannot find no matter how many times I scoured the rr-crit tag ( smh, if anyone else knows of this post, pls lmk and link it, I’m sorry 😭 )

And yeah, I know a lot of ppl have been hopping on the ‘Nico & Reyna as part of the Seven’ train when it comes to making HoO rewrites, but see, hear me out, just think about the potential of Travis Stoll and Katie Gardner--two children of minor gods--getting their spotlight in a series of their own ( plus more indirect spotlight on the minor gods in question ) plus a slowburn ( kinda ) relationship?? Heck, I already have some ideas for this, that I’ll jot down below the cut along with some conceptual ideas about the rewrite. If any of y’alls end up reading this whole post, can you...just, idk, lmk whether it’s a solid plan and if I should actually take it forward and plan on writing it? Bc I’m being rlly indecisive rn ahaha 😅

So. Tratie instead of Percabeth. Let’s take a closer look at the potential:

Honestly, I hate to admit it, but Percabeth didn’t do much to the plot as a whole, so it wouldn’t make much of a difference if they’re taken out. Though there are some things they did to move the plot forward, although little, and that’s what I’ll touch on before I discuss Tratie in general:

( oh yeah, disclaimer: I read the HoO series about five years ago?? I’m trying ( key word: trying lmao ) to reread the series currently, but it’s just not sticking lmfao. Probably the main reason why I wanna rewrite it so badly, other than the two posts that boosted my inspo )

--> THE ATHENA PARTHENOS: Annabeth went on a solo quest in MoA to track down the Athena Parthenos bc it was crucial to sealing the rift between Greek and Roman. BUT, any other demigod could go on that same quest instead of her. Like Piper, whose mother had told her that she was essential to sealing the rift but never ended up doing anything for it bc RR just...flopped idk; or someone like Leo who has similar abilities as Annabeth and would be able to outsmart Arachne in a similar fashion as well; or even Reyna could come earlier than she did in the series and work with the Seven or some of them to track down the statue? Idk, there are lots of options, tbh, there’s honestly not that much relevance to Annabeth being the daughter of Athena so she has to track down the Athena Parthenos. I mean, sure there was the Arachne ordeal, but other than that, nothing major rlly happens

Percy, himself, didn’t rlly...do much for the entire series, other than fight. I mean, there were some minor aspects of HoO where his powers or relations to other characters vibed well, so we’ll check those out:

--> KANSAS: In MoA, Jason and Percy fought each other bc they were forced to. That could easily happen even without Percy. Instead, of Percy, it could be Hazel and Jason fighting each other due to their connections as the Big Three children being taken advantage of. It could be sort of like a mirage of Thalia and Percy’s fight back in TTC. Plus, again, it gives way for more bonding and discussion after between two other characters that never got much interaction time together in canon

--> KYM AND POLYBOTES: okay this is the scene that takes place in BoO where Percy and Jason face off against Kym and Polybotes. But, Percy...does literally nothing here other than get poisoned lmao. It was Jason who did the heavy-lifting bc Percy got a t a d bit arrogant, thinking he was invincible underwater. So honestly, you could take out Percy and replace him with another member of the Seven (who would seem reasonable, in the context, so no Piper or Annabeth or Leo, etc bc none of them can survive even a minute under the water and doesn’t have a way like Jason to breathe). Tbvh, I can see Frank and Jason go together to face Kym and Polybotes. Frank can shapeshift into a sea-creature while Jason can use his ventus vacuum thingie, so it all works out, and nothing too drastic is changed! 

There’s probably a couple more of little scenes where Percabeth was mostly significant in some way to the series, but let’s be very honest...there weren’t a lot of them. So long story short: if you want to, you can easily take out Percy and Annabeth from the series and replace them with another pair and it wouldn’t be the end of the world, lmao.

Now onto Tratie ideas in relation to if they were a part of the Seven instead. Here are some bullet-points of some ideas that I thought of:

It could be a lovely parallel, where when Jason woke up, all he could remember was Thalia, so when Travis wakes up, all he remembers is Connor, his younger brother. I think it would be nice bc it shows that not everything has to be romantically coded like how Percy only remembered Annabeth in canon. It would emphasize Travis and Connor’s sibling bond more so, and I can just imagine Connor giving Travis reuniting noogies and trying not to burst into tears in MoA, and Travis whispers something like “you’re here” and the floodgates open, and it’s just crying and hugging and the like 😭😭

Katie is a daughter of Demeter, so she would have a somewhat connection with the Earth aka Gaea, hence there is now a plausible reason why Gaea would want to spill her blood to rise. Also, when the time comes to defeat her, instead of charm-speaking her to sleep or whatnot, Katie could be a significant crux to the primordial’s defeat bc her powers tie in with the land/earth, so she could use her powers to forcibly push Gaea back into the earth.

 Instead of them going to Tartarus, they end up going to Cupid (so some other pair will fall into Tartarus instead), and instead of a stupid forced outing, Cupid takes one look at them, senses their underlying emotional tension and goes “oh boy, yeah, you two have a lot to talk about” and actually (tries to) help guide the two into confessing the feelings they’d hidden, instead of being a little shit like in canon. Plus I just adore the idea of Travis calling Katie “flower” after they get together, and Katie calling him “key” not just bc he steals stuff but also bc he’s like the key to her heart and all that sappy bs, I literally love them sm 🥺 literally such wonderful nickname opportunities that have a deeper meaning

Travis and Jason might have a subtle rivalry, but unlike Percy and Jason’s weird ‘I’m stronger than you’ thing, it could be bc Jason felt a bit jealous of how everyone was looking for Travis, including his sister, while no one pulled much of an effort to look for him? It’d give an opportunity for them to talk things out and end up growing closer after talking

Juno/Hera saw Travis’s need, his desire, to redeem the Hermes name and as a result, used that fire to kickstart her plan by plopping him in Camp Jupiter while Jason got switched to CHB. Hence there is now a reasonable concept as to why the switch happened, because honestly, the whole Percy-Jason switch didn’t make all that sense bc Jason, yes I can sort of understand why he got switched, but Percy?? There was literally no solid reason that was explained as to why he was chosen to be switched lmao. But with Travis, Juno/Hera takes pity on him and uses this as an opportunity for him to bring glory to the Hermes name after the Titan War

I have a ton more ideas for the rewrite as a whole tbvh. Stuff relating to ways Gaea could actually be defeated, more on Octavian’s backstory and why he hates the Greeks so much, and other tiny scenes between the demigods that could bring about more characterization and details to their arcs.

The only problem is...with the way this is going in my head, I think things might end up diverging more or less from canon as the series progresses? Like there will obv be the canon scenes, but there might also be non-canon scenes that might change the series plot a little bit?? And idk how many of y’alls will appreciate that lmao ghjksfgh but I have started writing it. It’s a super long process lmfao, so idk when I’ll publish it (probably on Ao3, if I do), but I just wanted to let y’alls know bc a lot of you guys liked my first post abt this and I saw your lovely tags and it made me super happy and honestly, those tags are the reason why I even started writing this in the first place! So thank you guys so so much for the positive feedback!

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

I wanna say that namjoons dad bestfriend drabble was so freaking hot….🥵🥵🥵 maybe part 2? 🙏 when they make out in family house of yn? And her dad is next room 👀 i am so dirty pls forgive me😂

can't believe it took me so long to answer this... okay, so, my requests are not open but i decided to clear up my inbox a bit, starting with this one. as for this part 2... i know it could have been just a short scene with pure smut, but i wanted the drama of the plot, okay? also i'm not doing another psa: this is wrong and pls don't do this, it's just fiction

part 1

Namjoon knew he had to stop this. This... Whatever it was the two of you had. He had found excuses to come see you multiple times throughout the winter, always missing you too much and being unable to stay away for too long. But when you surprised him, secretly coming back to your hometown to be with just him for a week, he wasn't as happy. It was the first reminder of how different your worlds were; he was a grown man minding his career, at an age where he should be seeking marriage and kids. And you? You were skipping school to see your crush.

"I think my daughter has a boyfriend," his best friend casually told him one day soon after that. Namjoon froze, his heart the only thing reacting to those words. But his friend went on nonchalantly, pointing to his ignorance. "I don't mind, of course. I've only told her one thing, and it's not to get pregnant. I don't want her to go through what her mother and I went through, you know? She's at this age... you know? She needs to enjoy her age."

Namjoon... The grown man who should be seeking marriage and kids was fucking this girl. All those times he came inside you, filling you up a little too aggressively– as if deep down he wished he'd knock you up and keep you to himself forever.

He had to end this.

When he told you those same words –you need to enjoy your age, you need to be with a peer– you seemed more mad than hurt. But perhaps you understood. You weren't stupid, you too knew this was wrong. Perhaps you were just waiting for it to happen, waiting for the excitement of doing something against the rules to die out and the realization of the responsibility to hit him. You didn't blame him. But you were still annoyed. Stopped talking altogether, the only news he got from you now came from your father. You did get a boyfriend, or so he was told. And you were doing well with your studies and you were generally living a great student's life.

Summertime and you were here again. Along with your so-called boyfriend. Namjoon was so pissed off when he saw the skinny, mussy, sweaty boy that seemed to either be very slow or high off his ass all the time. And you seemed pleased with yourself.

"You really had to bring him here?"

You chuckled– an evil laugh, he thought. "I thought you'd be happy to see me dating someone my age." When your eyes met his, you made him feel like your positions were switched. So confident while he was almost throwing a tantrum. "What about you?" you asked. "Dating anyone your age?"

On that topic, Namjoon had more than enough women showing interest. And your father, for some reason, was dead set on finding him a wife. All those blind dates he had to escape from! He was simply not interested. He didn't want to admit it was because he was still thinking about you; that no one else would ever be a good replacement for you. He didn't want to because he didn't plan on coming back to you; he had to be the adult, the mature one, and stay away. It was the logical and the right thing to do. He didn't want to admit that, despite all of his intelligence and reason, he still thought about you... Because if he did this would no longer be just some attraction, just some fucking around. If he admitted it was more, what would happen then?

No... this was good. You had already moved on. Enjoying your life the way you were supposed to, a life he had no room to be in. All he had to do now was follow your example.

"Namjoon..."

That text was sent past 2 am on a rainy night in October. The only text he had gotten from you in months. That was all it said yet it made his stomach tight as if you had moaned his name in his ear. As if he knew exactly why you had texted him; needy in the middle of the night, that measly boy surely unable to satisfy you, knowing exactly who could help you at that moment. Fuck... Perhaps if he replied right then things would go back to how they were a year ago. He didn't. And you didn't text him again.

"Joon! You are staying for the holidays, right? You should spend Christmas with us." Your father was more than happy to share that day meant to be with family, with his best friend. Namjoon was like family anyway, wasn't he? When he tried to come up with an excuse, the other insisted. "See? If you were married now you would have someone to spend Christmas with, but you're not, so you'll come to spend it with our family. My daughter's coming home tomorrow, too. Ah. Could you pick her up 'cause–"

"No. I can't. Too busy."

The man laughed. "It's okay. But I am expecting you for dinner on Christmas!" he said with a pointing finger. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

And so there he was. Sitting right across from you at the table. In the months that had passed, you had gained some weight and he thought you had never looked better. Your face a little fuller, your jeans straining against your round thighs and hips, your breasts fitting your curves just right. The body of a grown woman. All Namjoon could think about was feeling you against him again. And he was mad again... Did your stupid boyfriend have the chance to fuck you like that? He didn't deserve you.

"You didn't bring that boy with you this time..." he commented.

"What, Eric?" your mother answered for you. "They broke up."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, eyes never leaving yours. "Really? How come?"

The corner of your lips turned upwards. "He was just... Too much of a kid."

He hated the way he sighed in relief, the way excitement bubbled in his stomach. He shouldn't be as happy to hear that as he was... He glanced at you again, your hair that had grown longer pushed back to expose your neck. It was getting harder and harder for Namjoon to keep his mind from wandering off to inappropriate things. Along with other parts getting hard.

And then your father spoke. "Joon. You know she's graduating next month, right?" His eyebrows shot up high on his forehead because no– no, he didn't know that. "She's looking for an internship and I thought–"

"Dad..."

"–you could help her get in your company? Maybe you could put in a good word for her?"

"Dad!" Your tone and the way your eyes widened towards your father's way betrayed the fact that the topic hadn't been new, and that you were clearly against the idea.

He looked at you until you finally turned back to face him. And surprising both himself and you, he said: "Yes, of course."

"I'm going to sleep," you announced after the dinner was over and you had helped clean up the table. You gave Namjoon a long glance before you disappeared down the hallway. Your parents had moved to the couch, TV on for some music and a game of cards keeping them busy when their friend asked to go to the bathroom. And you heard a soft knock on your door. "I'm assuming you know that's the wrong door you're knocking at," you spoke before you opened. Already in your sleeping outfit that consisted of an oversized t-shirt and just your panties.

"You knew it was me?" Namjoon whispered, eyes still stuck on your thighs.

"My parents don't knock."

You let him in, closing the door behind you and leaning on it as you looked up at him through your lashes. You both stayed silent for a moment, your breaths the only thing filling the empty, badly lit room. You noticed how he wet his plump lips and bit them while he was examining your face. So close you could smell his aroma, the one you never forgot.

“You don’t have to… you know,” you spoke, referring to your father’s idea. “I know you want to avoid me.”

Namjoon exhaled from his nose as if he was annoyed. “I- It’s not that I want to…”

“I know.” You gulped, finding your mouth wetting too much at the wish of kissing him, along with other parts getting wet. “You don’t want to— you have to.” You dared place your hands on his chest, and instead of pulling away, he leaned into your touch. Feeling his heart beat fast under your fingertips like the way he was breathing. He was slowly losing his mind but he knew he wasn’t the only one. “You don’t have to push me away,” you continued in a low tone. “I know what I’m doing. I’m the one coming to you.”

“Little one…” he rasped, and it had you catching a moan in the back of your throat. Oh, how you longed for his pet names, his voice calling to you lovingly. He stepped even closer. He knew he shouldn’t be there, he shouldn’t be doing this right now… But how could he stop? He wanted you so bad. His hands cupped your cheeks, lips just a breath away from yours, brushing against you as he whispered: “Come work with me… I wanna see you every day.”

The fabric of his shirt pooled in your palms as you grabbed him, closing the tiny gap between you. Both of you sighing in a mixture of relief and impatience as your lips crushed together. The softness only lasted a few seconds before you were moaning and Namjoon was pinning you on the door, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue in like he was trying to devour you. Your arms wrapped around him while his hands traveled down your body, groping you like you were his stress relief toy. Your hips, your ass… He broke the kiss and buried his face in your neck.

“Ah- daddy,” you whined, grinding on him.

Namjoon felt like he was about to cry. “I missed you so much!” he choked out right before latching his teeth on your skin. Your naughty fingers were struggling to unzip his pants quickly and it made him chuckle instead of sob. “Fuck—” he growled. And he pulled back to stare at you with dark eyes. “Such a little slut, so desperate for my cock.” There he was; the Namjoon you knew so well. His words made you shiver.

“Please, daddy. I need you right now.”

He placed a hand on the door right next to your head, while he freed his dick with the other. “Your parents are right outside.”

Ignoring his words, you discarded your panties and took him in your hand, biting your lip. “I can’t wait any longer, need you to fuck me right now, plea-ase!” you whined a little too loud and Namjoon growled, grabbing your legs and lifting you until you straddled his waist, back on the door.

“Gosh, you’ll get daddy in big trouble, baby.” Tip of his cock brushing your wet folds, making your mouth drop. “They might come looking for me.”

“Quick,” you sobbed. “Be quick, please, just— ah!”

He slipped inside and you both gasped. Your legs were shaking at the feeling, eyes rolling back and a moan as quiet as you could manage rumbled through your neck. He got as deep as he could, face scrunching as if he was in pain. You kissed him.

“I’ve missed you, daddy. I’ve missed this so much.”

His head was spinning as he was trying to find the right words, the words that could describe exactly how he felt about you. “I- I-”

Laughter echoed through the house— your mother. You both froze. Namjoon glanced at the doorknob, and then he grabbed it; your parents could walk in at any moment. He didn’t stop though, nothing could stop him now. He angled his hips and started thrusting into you; fast and sloppy because the clock was ticking.

“Daddy…” you mewled, unable to do or say anything else.

Namjoon clasped a hand over your mouth. “Shh,” he demanded. “You better not start screaming like the little whore you are, or they’ll hear us.”

His words had the opposite effect of what he wanted; making you moan harder. And the fact that he had his big hand over your mouth made you not care to keep quiet. Your choked whines along with the wet sounds of his dick slipping in and out of you could definitely be heard from the other side of the door, perhaps even from that couch your father was on had it not been for the music.

“Shit, you—” he growled. He finally dropped his hand from your mouth, wanting to grab your ass to lift you higher, fuck you better.

Your head fell on his shoulder before you decided to bite down on it to stop yourself from screaming as Namjoon’s thick dick drilled into you with no mercy. “So-o good…”

“Yeah?” He sounded out of breath already, yet cocky. “Did you forget what it’s like to have a real man fuck your pussy, baby? That little boy didn’t do shit, did he? He can’t fuck you as good as daddy, right?”

Your nails dug in his back and you felt your brain so rotten like he was about to fuck you to sleep. “I… don’t know…” you mumbled.

Namjoon stopped. He pulled his head slightly back but he couldn’t see your face. “What?” Your body squirmed, trying to chase that high he had just denied you. “What do you mean—”

“I don’t know what he was like,” you whined. “I only thought of you.”

Another laughter, loud voices coming from that couch. It didn’t scare him that much this time, his heart was already racing and he only gave that direction a glance before he was pulling your head back to look into your eyes. Only then did he notice the tear stains on your cheeks, and you sobbed, choked as he thrust into you again.

“I only thought of you, daddy…” you repeated with a whimper. And it had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, pumping into you a couple more times, hard, before he spilled his seed deep inside.

A whisper. “Fuck…” Panting and groaning as he was trying to come to, and you watching his glistening face as he grimaced and bit his lip. He let you down, resting his forehead on the door while he still struggled to collect himself, and you basked in the pride it gave you. You tucked him back in his underwear and zipped him up with a smirk on your lips, seeing how he finally started to be able to focus his eyes on you.

You opened the door slightly and peeked out; your parents were still playing cards on the couch, they didn’t notice you just like they probably hadn’t noticed how long Namjoon was gone for.

“You should go back,” you whispered as you came back into the room. Namjoon kissed you quickly like he was trying to catch you off guard. And then he grabbed your chin, staring down at you, breaths still coming out too hard.

“Don’t fall asleep, baby. I’ll come back to finish what I started when your father goes to bed.”

You smiled, pushing him slightly back yet he wasn’t budging. “Go…” you prompted as you started feeling his cum sipping out of your cunt and slowly running down your thighs.

Namjoon smiled too. “Really. I’ll eat you out till you pass out, baby, I promise.”

In the dark of the room and the rush of the moment, you decided you had no reason not to let your thoughts slip out. “I wish you could just come to sleep in my arms.”

He got a little serious. And he kissed you again, slower than before. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He left through that door, meeting your parents that were happy to see him yet didn’t even bother to point out his long absence. Sitting next to his best friend while his breathing was still shaky from fucking his daughter.

Shit… That girl will get him in so much trouble…

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[foodiemeja]

Pairing: F!reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Arguing, intrusive thoughts, angst, fat shaming, stress, anxiety attack mention, crying(kinda), cussing, fluff at the end I promise :)

Summary: You a Bucky always fool around a little to much when y'all have petty arguments, but you are just extra sensitive today.

[A/N]- GUYS I PROMISE I AM WORKING ON PART 2 THESE ARE JUST DRAFTS IM POSTING!! But I'm working my best on it I promise!

You walk into the kitchen, biker shorts and a slipknot shirt on, trying to fully wake up. You had cute little carrot fuzzy socks on over top of your white plain ones. You had pulled out a bowl and the cereal, pouring it into your bowl. You brought out the milk then later poured that into the bowl as well. You got your spoon out of the drawer and then heard footsteps behind you and slight groans turning into grunts of disapproval. "Why are you eating my cereal?" Bucky asked. You knew he was gonna start a argument, or even something drastic to get at you.

"I just wanna have a peaceful day, just leave me alone please" You raised your voice slightly, still groggy from waking up. Bucky took your bowl with a snatch while making eye contact with you. You felt like a nerd trying to grab a book from a jock. You were much shorter than him. He did this on purpose to make you feel small an useless. "Give my bowl of cereal back you stupid bitch!" You screamed as you saw Sam come in the kitchen. "Sam please get me my bowl of cereal, please" you begged. Sam looked at you and then went and sat on the couch. "He doesn't help fags like you" he said with a huge smirk on his face. You felt like crying. "Fuck you! You bitch ass ape!"

"You are so pleasant!" He said laughing. "It's not my fault I'm trying to help you from getting even more fatter than you already are y/n". You stoped trying to get the bowl. Your appetite was gone once he took the bowl anyways. But that hurt. You put away the cereal and milk. You walked away and back to your room. Usually you stayed and argued. But you were sensitive today. You felt like crying at the slightest things. It wasn't your period on the way, since you had it a week ago. Going into your bathroom and weighing yourself. "Maybe..maybe Bucky's right". 135 pounds. You read that as 351. Trying to keep yourself from tearing up you get off the scale and go to your bed.

It was around lunch time and Steve had gotten lunch for everyone. Everyone came to the kitchen to eat, except you. You were watching TV in your room sulking because of how heavy you thought you were. You had been overworking yourself to do more than you can physically and mentally handle in the gym. So it bothered you alot when some one said something rude about your size or weight. You saw yourself as humongous, and other people saw you as cute and petite. Bucky would never blatantly say this but, he saw you as the most gorgeous woman he has ever layed eyes on. Such a cute curvy body, pretty plump lips, beautiful hair color, and those eyes, oh those eyes got him every time. He doesn't even know why he treats you so badly, when he's so madly in love with you. You are the star of the team. Always happy and so encouraging to do better.

Which is why him not seeing you sitting across from him had him worried. After around 10 minutes Natasha asked where you had been. Sam said you had been in your room since this morning and no one had seen you since. This made Bucky worry even more. What if something happened to you after you left the kitchen. What if you had a panick attack like you did once Infront of him. What if what he said fucked your mental state up. All of Bucky's thoughts stopped when Wanda got up and put your food in the fridge and labeled your name on top. "She'll come get some when she's ready" Wanda said with a nice inviting smile. That made Bucky feel a bit at ease with all his thoughts.

Now it was dinner time. Tony had gotten Chinese takeout since no one felt like cooking. Once the food was here a maid had took it up to the dinning room where everyone sat waiting on the bags of food. Bucky hoped you'd be sitting in your seat across from him before he had gotten there. But he was mistakingly wrong. You weren't here for another meal. Was it because of what he said. He had gotten up and grabbed his and your dinner. "I'm gonna go take it up to her. Maybe she's just not feeling well" the rest of the team agreed while Sam had a shit eating grin on his face.

He had knock on your door to find it kind of cracked. He walked and place the food on the table you had. He saw you snuggling into some stuffy's while you slept. Bucky was gonna wake you up untill he saw your journal wide open.

May 15th

He commented on my weight again. I wish all this fat could be cut off. I wish he liked the way I looked. Maybe I'm trying to hard to be liked by him, he's always like blondes, maybe I should go blonde. Bucky is always so hateful to me. Does he want me off the team? Or does he just want me to die?. I wish I could be loved by him.

This broke his heart. He didn't know how to feel. Did he really make you want to change your body for him. He loved your hips, your beautiful torso, and your cute little arms, and little hands. He loved everything about you. He couldn't believe that he made you feel so disgusted about your self. He began to tear up, untill he felt you move a bit. Bucky nudged your shoulder and placed a soft kiss to your cheek. "You are so beautiful sweetheart. Please don't change" he said, his voice low and soft. You woke up startled and a bit scared. You sat up and caught your breath. "Bucky, w-what are you doing?" You asked half asleep still. "Why were you skipping out on meals?" He barked right back. "Because... I wanna lose weight ...I'm too big" this made his lose a bit of breath and sanity. "To big? Sugar you are so perfect it makes me fucking jealous! There's no way your too damn big!". He picked you up and placed you into his lap like your were as light as air. "I know I can go over and yonder but, I love you so much, and not just for your body, I mean for you, sweetness".

You didn't even try and argue you just snuggled up into his neck and smiled. "So you gonna eat your food for me, or and I gonna have to shove it down your throat?" Bucky asked giving you a grin before you answered. "Well that depends on what your shoving down my throat" you smirked and he chuckled." You are dirty, I love you". "I guess I love you too Bucky" you said rolling your eyes while stating a kiss on his lips.

"But I'm serious y/n, don't change, never!" Bucky said looking into your eyes and waiting for your response. "I don't plan on changing anymore..." You looked back up into his eyes and gave a faint smile. He grabbed you by your cheek and kissed you so passionately it made you want to get as close to him as possible. Bucky pulled away and had a genuine smile on his face. "Could you forgive me?" His hand sliding back to your sides. "I already have, just please no more shitty moments please." Bucky placed a quick peck on your lips. "No more of those. But how about in exchange for those moments. You can be mine y/n? What do you say?" You had a big smile on your face and started batting your eyes in a funny sarcastic way.

"Jeez can I get a date first Barnes" you both started laughing before going back into a kiss and laying down and eating y'all's Chinese food.

[satoruvt]

[7:17 PM]

chan, 673 words, fluff, sfw.

a/n: u guys know that live chan did where it was just supposed to be like a radio but he accidentally turned the camera on and he was on screen for like 2 seconds in a cute headband and glasses. thats the inspo for this. and also me having a breakdown. but mostly the live

“You’re doing it wrong,” Chan says, about three whole seconds after you start applying a serum to your face.

“I just started,” you defend, but take your hands away from your face anyways. The spots on your cheeks you actually touched with the product feel cold in the air of your room and you stare at him as he walks over to you from the bathroom over to your desk.

He does his best to transfer what’s left of the serum on your fingertips to his, then starts massaging it into your skin gently. His hands are a little cold and you flinch, but let him do his work. You can’t really tell the difference between this and what you were doing, but Chan seems focused, a determined furrow in his brows that perfectly contradicts the cute bunny headband he’s got on to push his hair back. “How’d you even know I was doing it wrong?” You ask, words squished with your cheeks. “You were in the bathroom.”

“I could sense it,” he answers immediately, gently patting your skin. You hand him a makeup wipe to get the stickiness off of his hands and he takes it, leaning back against your desk as you look up at him from your chair. “I know these things, baby.”

You scoff at that, roll your eyes kindly as he flicks your forehead. His own skin is dewy and you figure he must’ve finished up his own routine in the bathroom before coming to help you.

“‘Kay,” he says after a moment, looking to your desk to see what other products you have. He pushes his glasses up his nose. “What else did you wanna use tonight? Just that?”

You shake your head, pointing to another serum. You’ve used it probably four times in total. Skincare is always calming, but these days you have less and less energy after work. “I’ve had some acne breakouts, I wanted to try this one.”

Chan mumbles an okay and opens the bottle, using the tiny pipette to drop some of the product into his hand. A while ago you asked him why he doesn’t just drop it straight onto his face, and he had huffed at you. If your skin touches the pipette the product won’t be as effective, he had said. Plus, it makes a mess.

His hands come back to your face, gentle, pushing the serum into your skin. His fingers are warmer than before and you want to close your eyes, let yourself relax the way you’ve been craving so badly.

In all honesty, it’s been a rough few weeks. Your boss has asked you to work overtime more than you’re prepared to handle, and it leaves you exhausted at the end of the day. Not to mention Chan being so busy with Seventeen’s recent comeback; it’s been hard to reach him when you just want to rant. The troubles of adulthood, you suppose.

Chan finishes up with your serum and then adds some moisturizer, sealing everything together with a final pat to your cheeks. You stare at him and he stares at you, and you reach for his hands blindly.

“Thank you for coming over,” you tell him, fingers meeting his. He interlocks your hands together. “I know it was sudden.”

Chan shrugs, squeezes your hands. “You needed me,” he says. “So I’m here.”

Normally you’d tease him about the tilt of smugness in his voice but you’re feeling a little more sentimental, given that you had called him suddenly, asking if he was free for even just five minutes. “Still,” you say. “Thank you. I love you.”

He smiles at that, tugs you forward by your hands so he can press a kiss to the top of your head. You are warm, and you are grateful. His hands fold with yours perfectly. “I love you too,” he says into your skin, followed by another kiss.

When the two of you fall into bed, sleep blurring the corners of the world, your hands are still intertwined.

[violetlilysunshine]

He’s Not My Harry

Boyfriend Harry Holland x Actress Reader

Summary: You’re presenting at Comic Con and a fan asks you a question about your relationships with Harry and Tom.

WC: 1,550

Warnings: A little angsty maybe??? But nothing really

A/N: I’ve never been to Comic Con so I don’t really know how it works, also written before Tomdaya, so don’t at me.

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Your new show was invited to present at Comic Con this year and you were over the moon. You were already planning to go to Comic Con, since Harry would be there with Tom, but now you got to be featured as well. You hadn’t seen Harry in way too long. You and Tom had filmed together in Atlanta, becoming fast friends. After he had introduced you to Harry, you guys hit it off immediately, quickly becoming a couple.

The distance had been pretty hard on the both of you, but you were still going strong after two years. You and Harry made your relationship public just a week before Comic Con, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off each other once you reunited. You posted a casual, “Happy two years,” and a cute picture, keeping it short and sweet, mimicking Harrison and Grace. Harry on the other hand seized the opportunity and posted, “Two years. Gotcha beat Haz and Grace,” making sure to tag them both. Luckily, they found it funny and you all laughed it off.

You both had gotten more positive messages than you were expecting, but quite a bit of hate as well. You expected to get some, but didn’t really think people would be sending as much to Harry as they were. You felt really bad about it, but he reassured you over and over that he was fine. The absolute last thing you were prepared for, was how much hate he was getting because the fans were shipping you with Tom instead.

The boys got in last night and Harry called you immediately upon leaving the airport. He texted you again as they were pulling into the hotel and you bolted down the stairs. You found them at the front desk, checking in together and Harry was just taking a room key.

He turned around, spotting you standing by the staircase. His face broke into a giant smile, his eyes lighting up at your presence. You skipped across the room, jumping into his arms immediately as he dropped his bag, his other hand still holding his phone and key as he wrapped it around your waist.

“Hey, Red,” you greeted him quietly in his ear as you snuggled into his neck.

He rubbed his face deeper into your hair, “hi, darling,” he whispered back.

You pulled back slightly, arms still latched around his neck, and pulled him into a deep kiss. You were glad that you’d posted together because you wouldn’t have been able to hold back.

When you pulled away, you saw some fans taking pictures scattered across the lobby, but you weren’t all that worried about it. You’d kind of expected it, and most of their focus was on Tom anyway.

“Alright, you lot, c’mon,” Tom called, picking up his bag and heading towards the elevators.

You unwrapped from Harry, taking his camera bag over your shoulder as he grabbed his larger suitcase.

“Alright, love, so I’m in 615 with Harrison,” he told you as you waited for the elevator, “you can drop by whenever you like, alright?”

“Oh,” you answered in a small voice, smile dropping just slightly.

“What is it?” he asked gently.

“Well, I sorta thought maybe you could stay with me...”

“Oh, well, I didn’t know what you wanted to do, so I just got this one with Harrison. It’s connected to Tom’s too, but uh, I’d rather be with you if that’s what you want,” he said with a smile.

“Hey!” Harrison called turning around.

“Sorry bro, but do you really blame me?” Harry said, smirking.

“Whatever, div,” Harrison turned back around, climbing into the elevator behind Tom.

“Okay, we’re in 710,” you told him, as well as Tom and Harrison, passing Harry your second key.

“Maybe I should write the numbers on them so I don’t get ‘em mixed up,” Harry laughed.

You giggled back, looping your arm around his wrist.

~~~~~

Waking up next to Harry was your favorite thing in the world; you loved feeling his arm carelessly thrown over you and his legs tangled with yours. You loved seeing his sleepy morning smile and crazy bed head curls. You loved hearing his raspy morning voice and his grumbles as he awoke. You’d never get enough of it or him.

You rolled over this morning to find his eyes already on you; you smiled gently, bringing a hand up to push the curls off his forehead.

“Morning, baby,” he said, pulling you closer.

“Mmm, hi,” you whispered.

“Wish we could stay like this forever,” he said, leaning forward to kiss along your jawline.

You giggled as his hair brushed over your face, “unfortunately, we both have things to do.”

“Mmm yeah, stupid work,” he grunted, tucking into your neck, pressing a few kisses to your skin before mumbling, “stupid Tom.”

You laughed loudly at that, knowing he was just joking and he didn’t really think badly of his brother.

You giggled again, pulling his head up to kiss him for real. He held your kiss for a moment, before pulling away. He brushed his fingers against your skin under your shirt, just watching you for a moment. You giggled under his intense gaze.

“What time are your panels, darling?” he questioned gently.

You rattled off what you could remember before asking, “why?”

“Well I wanna come to as many as I can o’course! Maybe bring the guys with me just for fun.”

“Mmkay,” you giggled, before pulling him in for a few more slow kisses.

Before you knew it, your alarm was going off, “have to get up and get ready,” you said sadly.

“Me too. Was supposed to be at Tom’s half an hour ago,” he chuckled.

You slapped his chest lightly before rolling out of bed to get ready for the day.

He chuckled deeply, watching you fiddling around and getting your stuff together for a second before getting out of bed to do the same.

~~~~~

You weren’t really expecting anyone to bring Harry up today in your panel, but of course, three questions in, someone said something.

“Hi, um, my question is for Y/N,” the fan said timidly into the microphone.

“Hey, darling!” you cheered with a big smile, “what’s up?”

“Um, well I saw you posted a happy two years with Harry, and I was wondering why you picked him instead of Tom?”

Your face dropped instantly, lips curling down and eyes losing their sparkle. You stared blankly at the fan before asking, “are you serious?” in a low voice.

The fan just looked back at you, nodding only the slightest bit.

You took a deep breath, glancing at the ceiling before opening your mouth. You opened and closed it a few times, trying to figure out how to handle the situation.

“I know that the smart thing to do here would be to not answer that question, but I’m going to,” you breathed, “I’m going to answer it once and that’s that,” you said finally. “Let me start with this: I hate that question because it sounds like ‘why’d you settle for Harry when you could have had Tom?’” you paused, “it makes it seem like Harry is less than Tom and that is absolutely not true at all,” you took a break there, breathing deeply.

You noticed fans were beginning to chatter in the audience, pointing at the boys sitting in the front row. You noticed the look on Harry’s face and after that, all you could see was red.

“I don’t need you to point at them, guys, I know they’re there,” you spoke tenderly into the mic, chuckling a little bit so as not to scream.

You continued your answer, speaking slowly, “Tom and Harry are not one-in-the-same. They’re not interchangeable. They are two completely different people. Harry offers me things that no one else in the world ever could. He’s kind and smart and beautiful and confident and genuine and hardworking and so, so incredibly talented and one of the absolute greatest people you could ever surround yourself with,” your voice started to falter as you got choked up, almost crying from anger, “and not that Tom isn’t all of those things, but he’s not my Harry. Tom is great and one of my best friends in the world and I’m so grateful for that, but... I love Harry so much that it hurts,”

You took another break, glancing at the ceiling again to try and keep yourself from losing it, “and if anyone puts him down in front of me again, I’m absolutely going to lose my shit. So…” you trailed off, chuckling again, “so, in conclusion, they’re very different and while Tom is great, Harry is the best. Next question, please.”

You turned to face the fan on the other side of the audience, placing your mic in your lap and tossing your hair behind your shoulder. You took a deep breath, shaking off your anger, and looking at Harry in the audience again. His happy expression had returned now, his eyes brightening and a very small smile gracing his features. You gave him a tight lipped smile back mouthing, “I love you,” to him quickly.

He mouthed, “I love you more,” back, making your smile grow even wider.

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[darkcitiesnluv]

Shy/DOM Boyfriend Sunghoon × Kinky Fem Reader (ft Jungwon)

Pairing: Sunghoon x Reader (You)

Genre: smut, fluff, funny?

Warnings: smut 18+

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" Sunghoon! at seven come to my house, my parents and my younger brother aren't going to be here! " You said excitedly on your phone clutching it tightly.

" Jungwon won't be here? YESS! I'm glad if sees me alone with you he'll karate kick me on the stomach, hehe" Sunghoon chuckled at other side of the line. His big smile was so bright as he talked to you.

" He does taekwondo not karate" you responded to him feeling warm inside to hear him again after a whole month without him.

" Isn't the same thing?..... anyway....I'll be there in a hour, bye love" he ended the call. You squeaked in a mixture of shyness and excitement because he called you love.

" I'm seeing him again...." You sighed. Sunghoon and you started dating a month ago, but because school was over he went in vacations with his family so you couldn't see him for two weeks. But you missed him sooo much, his lips, his hands, his hair,his delicious smell of cologne, his everything.

You couldn't wait to do it again with Sunghoon. Yes Sunghoon and you already lost each others virginity together. Both of you very shy and embarrassed about every single thing. You two even watch a little bit of porn to educate yourself a little. At that time Sunghoon was not really into the idea of watching it since he isn't interested in that kind of stuff and finds it wrong to watch. However you convinced by telling him you two are not doing anything wrong besides learning! That it was for you two only and that'll it'll be the last time watching it.

Well......you two did it....and you were even shock because it didn't look or felt like it was his first time. He just did a great job, still feeling shy at first but as he was getting sexually aroused by you he became confident and turn the bedroom into a fair. You want that again for the third time.

Why are you even counting the times you two did it?

The last two times you did it with him were incredible, it was kind of a vanilla sex and rough vanilla sex all the way but you like it because you loved the after care from him. Now you felt spicy it up a little.....or more. There is so many things you wanna try with Hoonie but you're scared to tell him about your naughty fantasies. What if he thinks you're a sexual freak?

Sunghoon is a very conservative boy, that's how he grew up like with his family. He is a respectful, conservative,and a gentle young men who is quiet a romantic when he feels likes, and really isn't thinking about anything naughty to do.....unless if it's with his secret girlfriend; YOU.

You're going to try to ask him anyway.

You run to your closet and pull out a box that was hidden underneath piles of clothes. There, the black and red lingeries you bought from a friend laid nicely and pretty inside the box.

" Which one should I wear? The red or black" you mumbled to yourself as you check them with your eyes. " Sunghoon likes the color black a lot, and he looks good in black too......the black one wins!" You mumbled excitedly to yourself.

Quickly you exchange your normal undergarments to the black sexy lingering that'll be under your normal clothes. A grey tank top, with a lighter grey jacket kind of zipped up to the top but stops in the middle of your chest and dark grey very comfortable shorts that is quiet short for you. To night you had a plan to seduce him.

After changing you quickly went to the kitchen and prepare snacks to watch a movie with him.

" Pop corn, chips, Pocky sticks..." You said as you put them on the mini table in the middle of the living room.

" I need to stop thinking about Hoon I'm getting all hot and bother" you licked your bottom lip and chuckled quietly while flapping your hands against the air towards you.

*Knock knock knock*

" My man is here!" You jumped from the couch and open the door.

" Baby!"

" Babe!"

You jumped to hug him tight, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso. You kissed him all over his handsome face. Oh how much you missed this smart idiot.

" Oh my, you really missed me a lot huh?" He asked as he try to push his face away from your kisses because he wants to look at you. He smack your butt lightly as he usually does when he sees you. You got down and hold one if his hands.

" You really look handsome today" you said as you check him out while bitting your bottom lip right in front of him. Sunghoon laughed quietly with blushing cheeks. He held your face and kiss your forehead then peck your lips. " I know babe...hehe....how about you?...you look too sexy today?" He raised an eyebrow to you while his eyes linger on your short shorts, but not in a lusty way but more like his questioning on his mind why are you wearing tooo short shorts? It's cold in your house?

You blush a little since you always felt s little nervous or intimidating by a certain look of expression he made when he looked at you and you always found it so attractive.

" I'm not looking sexy at all today, what are you talking about? Sunghoon ah! Come here with me, tell me about your field trip" you pull him down to sit with you on the couch and he followed you.

He sat next to you, his elbows against his almost separated knees, both of his hands clutch together in front of him. He had his torso lean down a little. This is how he usually sits, and once again you find it super attractive, because for you he was expressing his masculinity so much. Just everything about him was attractive and it was one of the reasons why you fell in love with him.

" It was pretty fun until....my step aunt had an accident and fell from the pole she was dancing on....she hurt herself badly" he said in a very serious yet sad tone as pressed both of his lips together and just stare out in space.

You suddenly let out a laugh and immediately covered your mouth. Sunghoon looked at you but then smile and his whole body was paying attention towards you. " Why are you laughing?" He quietly chuckled.

" I'm sorry babe but you just said your aunt fell because she was dancing...on a pole?"

" Yeah- i didn't explain the situation well, she was very drunk that night in the club, she got crazy or high and got up on stage and started dancing you know....sexy? In a sexy way? ....and well she missed a step and fell down...... that's what her boyfriend told us...." He said as he try to control his smile because he didn't want to laugh in such a accidental situation.

You no longer cared and just let it all out. " My prince i missed you so much!" You suddenly got up and freely fall on top of him perfectly. Because of your fall, Sunghoon's back leaned against the couch.

" I missed you too- princess-" he try to said but you kept kissing his lips and then on his neck. " So needy aren't you?" He laughed as he try to push you away from him. " Oh? What about the snacks? Are we going to watch a movie?" Sunghoon asked curiously as he notices the snacks there.

" There's a more delicious snack right in front of me" you said admiring his beauty and his precious smile. Sunghoon smiled as he caressed your cheek with his hand softly. "Princess, you're a delicious snack too....." He said with an embarrassing look. You raised your eyebrows in surprise. " What? Park Sunghoon is that you? You wouldn't say something like that to me?" You tease him. Sunghoon suddenly sat up , with you still on top of him straddling him. " What? You started it!! ' there's a more delicious snack right in front of me'" Sunghoon mimicked your voice making you laugh and lightly hit him on his chest. "Park Sunghoon!!" You shout.

" Yang Y/n!" He shout back, both of you laughing hard.  " Tell me what is that you want princess?...." He asked with a shy smile as his hands caressed up and down your sides to show affection but YOU couldn't control down there from not burning up, but it was getting harder as Sunghoon still gaze at you.

" Sunghoon.....can we make.....love?" You asked a little shy about it but still manage to look at him confidently.

Sunghoon raised both of his eyebrows and widen his eyes. " I don't know why I'm acting surprised, I kind of had the idea from you " he smirked with a grin.

You look back at him as your eyes stare at his quiet plump red lips. Sunghoon was like the male version of snow white: jet black hair, a pretty pale complexion of skin, dark beautiful eyes and natural red or pink plumpy lips. He lips look kissable and felt kissable.

" I'm so lucky to have you, not just because of your handsome appearance but just you, yourself is perfect!" You sincerely said as you rest your head against his shoulder.

Sunghoon smiled as he heard that. He hug you tightly and whispered in your ear. " You're perfect as well my princess.....this month we spend together you've been a really good girl.... should I reward you?" He asked. You widen your eyes as you hear those words from the shy Sunghoon you know.

While Sunghoon on the other side he was controlling his smile by pressing his lips together and closing his eyes tight looking away from you. 'oh my god! Sunghoon!! wasn't that too much!? You probably sounded soo cringe! What is Y/n going to think of you, loser!' Sunghoon thought.

You bit your bottom lip as turn to look at him. " Please reward me......I deserve it...." You said innocently. Sunghoon looked at you surprised probably not expecting you to say anything back. He sighed as he suddenly push you away from him against the couch. He straddle your hips, his hands clutching on your wrists to the sides.

" Let's go to your room.....are you sure your parents aren't coming?...." He asked as he hold you like a bride and made his way to your room.

'ok ok! My confidence is doing a good job again!' he thought.

Just for teasing he throw you on the bed. You immediately pull him by his neck. Lips touching starting a heated make out session. You run your hands everywhere, from his face to his body trying to feel him through his clothes. Sunghoon did the same as he caressed one of your thighs. With his veiny hands force your legs to spread apart so he can lean his hips against your core.

Sunghoon let's go of your lips and reach down to kiss your neck softly as he kept thrusting dryly against you creating a very arousal feeling between you two. You let out tiny whispery moans and Sunghoon let out tiny small moans and groans. " Mmm~...ahhh.....Hoon...."

His hips suddenly started to do circular motions against you to create more friction. You quietly laugh as you held onto his broad shoulders. He glanced at you and smirk. " You like that..." He said and suddenly hit you with his hips against you. You widen your eyes and yelled " ahhhhh! Sunghoon ah!!" Out of surprise.

He chuckled as his right hand that caressed your thigh before went up to rub your right breast and massage it  lightly. You bit your bottom lip as you felt in the clouds when he touch your breasts. You really like that a lot.

His red plumpy lips kissed your neck, shoulder, and in the middle of your clothe chest so passionately making you moan lightly even with your shirt and bra on.

Wow, who thought you can make love and still feel good with your clothes on?

" Take my shirt off...." You whispered to him as he didn't complain and did what you told him to do. He took that jacket and tank off. Soon he saw the black sexy lingering you're wearing.

" Mm? What's this?" He gave you a surprised questionable look. " It's for you love, I bought it for you.... Don't you like it?..."

" I love it, but......you had this planned didn't you?" He said giving you a shy teasing smile.

" Yes baby now laid in your back!" You pushed him off you towards the bed. You climbed on top of him straddling him. Quickly you took of your shorts which showed your nice see through underwear. You pulled Sunghoon against your neck and chest as you decided to ride him on his clothed lap.

As for Sunghoon, he was shock because of your surprising behaviors, this is not his old Y/n?....was she hiding this side of her? He decided to smack, grasp, and scratched your ass making you almost screamed.

" Ahh! Sunghoon!!!" You're not going to lie, you loved it to the point we're you cummed fast and good.

" Oh my god ....oh my god..... Hoon~" breath it out finishing off releasing everything on his pants. " Can I choke you?....." You suddenly said as you kiss and suck his Adam apple on his fine looking neck.

" Ahh~...." He said closing his eyes feeling good. "Choke me? Is that even a thing?.....no I'm scared..." He said smiling sheepishly. 'what an idiot now you sounded like a chicken! Man up Sunghoon! Be dominant!' he thought as he felt embarrassed again.

"Then you choke me.....don't worry i am informed on how to do it right...." You said as you took off his dark blue sweater. You lean down to kiss his chest down his stomach. You went back to lightly pinch his nipples and to suck on them. You gaze up to look at his expressions. He furrowed his thick eyebrows upwards, and you can tell he was controlling his moans by breathing heavily.

You know your boyfriend isn't very vocal at all, which you don't mind since his groaning is what turn you on the most. However I think it's time to hear him scream your pretty name.

After sucking his nipples, you kiss and lick down his chest down to his small abs, going even down to reaching the edge of his Calvin Klein underwear. You unzip his pants pulling them down. You saw the big bulge.

' I've missed you....' you sillily thought.

You looked up to see your blushing boyfriend. This will be the first time receiving a blow job from you. You grasp the bulge roughly but not too much just squeezing it as if it was some type of squeaky toy.

Sunghoon yelped of pleasure at the sudden contact of your hands attacking him.

As you were done teasing him you pull down his underwear and his length pop out freely. You not having experience with decided to pretend it's a popsicle you're sucking on. Your hands grabbing on the uncover parts of length rubbing there.

" Mmmm~..........ahhh...Y/n" he hissed your name, his eyebrows furrowing together and bitting down his bottom lip telling you his feeling really good. You know he is trying to control his moans but now his starting not help it.

You suck harder and bobbed your head repeatingly, his length almost touching the bottom of your throat. His length twitch in your mouth. Does that mean his close to cum?

" Fuck! Y/n~.…...ahhh!" He moan out loud grasping your messy long hair between his long thin fingers making you bobbed your head harder as he thrust his hips against your mouth trying to cum now.

As he did you swallow it all. Sunghoon relax there breathing heavily while closing his pretty eyes. You climbed on top of him and laid on top of his body. You  put an arm beside his pillow and the other hand caressed his face. You breathlessly watch him breath in and breath out.

" You liked that?......" You whispered as you kiss his earlobe. Sunghoon nodded and smiled sheepishly once again. " I loved it ..... So much .... How are you so good?.....I want that everyday before I go to practice..." He chuckled.

You laughed with him. " Sunghoon you make me wanna do so many bad things to you ...." You bit your bottom lip. It is true, you have sexy fantasies you want to make in reality with him, Sunghoon only.

Suddenly he pushed you down without warning you. He straddle you. He put his fingers around your throat and started pressing.

" Same princess.....i also want to do bad things to you baby girl...." He said darkly with a rougher voice. Ooo that really send you to the edge of getting wet.

" Press here...." You guided his thumbs in a certain area of your neck. Sunghoon obey and tighten his grip on your neck making you feel breathless and dizzy but in a good way.

He was making you feel in a certain way you can't explain.

Sunghoon suddenly let's go. His pretty veiny hands roam around your body caressing every inch. He wraps your left leg around his waist caressing your thigh softly. He kisses down your shoulder, down in the middle of your chest. He get close to your right breast, gives you tiny kisses around your hard nipple making you giggle and bit down on your bottom lip. You played with his jet black hair, pulling his locks softly.

He did the same to your other breast, kissing, pinching, sucking on your hard nipple making your core throb. " Ahh~ Sunghoon..... please fuck me already..... please....." You said grinding your hips against his hard length.

Sunghoon without warning slams his length inside you. He spread your legs more for more space for him to go deeper. You pull him down by his neck to kiss him more sensual and passionately. His kiss back with the same passion and sensuality as you making the whole make out session steamy. Everything was so heated, the kiss, him railing you, the sex sounds, moans, and groans coming from you two.

The whole room was like circus once again and you two were wilding crazily. " Fuck~ Hoon~ choke me daddy choke me~!" You said as you were reaching to your big orgasm. Sunghoon once again wrapped his hands around your throat and tighten his grip on you.

" AhhHH~ YEAH! YES! SUNhoOn~ mY......LOve...~" You felt the delicious feeling of your big orgasm and the good feeling of dizziness mixing together intoxicating you of pleasure.

"Ahh~.....I'm close baby.....I'm sooo-......mmm~fuck" he whispered and moan in your ear.

Both of you came together.

Sunghoon suddenly pulls away and laids next to you with heavy breaths. You also felt breathless after going through the rollercoaster of joy. Sunghoon reaches next to you to cuddle up with you. He kisses your forehead and pats your hair softly. He reaches to grab one of your hands and cross his fingers between yours.

You turn around so your naked chest is touching his chest. You took your time to admire his face. " Sunghoon.....I love you..." You sincerely said by heart.

Sunghoon shows his sweet dimples smile and hugs you tightly. " I love you too my pretty princess...."

You lean to kiss him again but stop when you heard the sound of a door closing and Jungwon screaming.  " IM HOME!.......mom can you make me my favorite curry?..."

" Yes son ..... where's your sister by the way?...." Your mother said.

You and Sunghoon looked at each other with horrifying expressions.

" Shit! They're here! Sunghoon hide under my bed now now!" You said not wasting any time. You dressed, fixed your bed, helped Sunghoon dressed and pushed him underneath the bed.

Looking naturally you came out of the room. " Y'all here already? I took a nap....." You said pretending you were slightly sleepy with your messy hair and mascara slightly running down your cheeks.

" Yeah....... Jungwon won the black belt!" Your father said excitedly suddenly giving a tight hug to Jungwon almost suffocating the poor adorable looking boy. Your mother did the same and after a second you did the same to go with flow although you do feel proud for your little brother.

" Ahhhh! I know I won, I shined! Now let me go-" Jungwon said annoyed wiggling himself from them.

" Congrats little bro, you deserve it for being so good at it " you winked at him. Jungwon grins at you and then gives you a pat on your shoulder.

"..…... cologne?....." He suddenly stop patting you as he got close to smell your neck. He widen his eyes unbelievably. " Sunghoon?.... ain't it? Was he here?" He asked you quietly still giving you a " are you serious" kind of look.

" He did.....he came by to give me the homework i made him do for me" you chuckled to yourself. " Then I thanked by giving him a hug.......hey by the way how do you know it's his?..." You asked now trying to mind of change the subject.

" You forgot he is also my friend? .....gosh Y/n when are you going to wake up! " Jungwon whined as he went to his own room.

You saw your parents where no longer in the kitchen or living room. You immediately run to your room.

" Sunghoon! Baby!" You whispered as you crouched down to help him pull up from the bed. "They're all out of sight! Leave now!" Sunghoon nodded, after getting out, he gives you a slow passionate kiss making you melt from it and just wrapped your arms around his neck.

Sunghoon pull away with a smirking grin. " You're sooo in love with me" he said before kissing your forehead. Quickly you check again.

"Come now!" You whispered and held his hand pulling him towards the entry door. " Goodnight love!" You said.

" Good night my lovely princess......gosh this feel like Romeo and Juliet...." Sunghoon shook his head before walking away. You closed the door and leaned against it.

" Oh Sunghoon...." You breath it out while touching your heart.

"Why does the couch smell....like Cologne?....and why are you standing there looking dumbly? And why is there food on the table?" Jungwon pass by and stare at you. You widen your eyes open. You forgot to put all the food away!

" and why don't you stop asking questions! The door was for me, I did have a movie marathon before taking a nap, oh and I let my friend Sunghoon sit with me and eat some food-"

" But the food looks untouched!" Jungwon said examining a popcorn curiously and trying it after it.

" oh my god Yang Jungwon just shut up! What do you want to hear from me? That I slept with him or something?..." You acted annoyed. Hopefully he believes in you cuz baby Jungwon can be quiet an observer and a doubter.

" So you did slept with him?" Suddenly gives you his signature Lenny Face. " MOM-" he screamed.

" JUNGWON! JUNGWON! what's wrong with you! I'm not like that! Gross! Me inviting some boy to sleep with in my own house is just simply disgusting and disrespectful......kid what do you even know you're just a child just go play Pokemon with Sunoo and Riki...." You pushed him away and sat on the couch grabbing some chips.

After a minute.

" Y/n! Your room smells like Sunghoon! I'm finally telling mom and dad!" You widen your eyes and jump from the couch. " Listen here you Jaden Smith wannabe! I didn't do shit you know Sunghoon can be very mischievous! That boy started messing around my house!"

" I know.....but his cologne is all over you as well THE couch and YOUR BEDROOM!......but not in any other area...... coincidence? " Jungwon smiled feeling proud in bothering you.

" Yang Jungwon go to hell....." You said getting into your room leaving a smirking Jungwon, leaning against the frame of his door with his arms crossed over his chest, feeling so proud in making you mad. Now he really pissed you off....but why though?.... You're not sure if he really believes you did anything naughty with your Sunghoon but you still gotta convince him you don't have anything to do with your secretly boyfriend.

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×Text Messages×

❄️SUNGHOON ⛸️❣️

Hey princess did anything weird happen today?

YOU

Besides me and you had a great time together today... 🤔 Actually yes! Jungwon is already suspecting about us! But don't worry daddy imma convince him there is nothing btw us 😉😏🙈🙊💦👅😋

❄️SUNGHOON ⛸️❣️

D-DADDY?!!

Umm...ok babe....you really good at convincing! Like the way you convince me to do your hw....and to do you....🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥-

YOU

Park Sunghoon......you better stop~~~🥵🥵🙊🥵🥵🙊

❄️SUNGHOON ⛸️❣️

Hewhew you started it princess 😉😏

Anyway goodnight tomorrow i got dance practices so gotta sleep early.....have nice dreams about me😘😘

YOU

You mean wet-skskskskss ok my baby my prince goodnight and have hot dreams about me😏😘😉🔥

❄️SUNGHOON ⛸️❣️

Ok why are we so dirty!? 🤔🙈 anyway

I Love You ♥️

YOU

Idk love were meant to be like this together 💖

LOVE YOU BABY💕

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[homosociallyyours]

Hi!!

I'd love to know more about:

Filth (Canadian Cabin rare 3some)

And any other wip you really want to talk about.

THANK YOU MY FRIEND!!!

That's the one I was shocked nobody asked for, and one that I really love and very much plan on finishing. It's a special favorite of @jlf23tumble but I think you'll like it too! For a while I thought I might publish it on anon unicorns, but the problem is that there's nothing about it I wouldn't wanna claim? ANYWAYYYY

It's. Rande Gerber/Harry Hamlin/Harry Styles having a threesome that Louis actually took part in planning (which Harry finds extra hot) in Rande's remote Canadian cabin. It's the middle of the night and a little dark and fumbly, but it's got a flow. Enjoy:

The sounds were quiet, but distinct; familiar, certainly. There was the swallowed hum that Harry associated with taking a cock in his mouth, aroused beyond belief and yet somehow soothed by the rightness of how it filled him. It was followed by a choked sound, and he found himself pressing down on his own hardening cock, thinking about gagging on Louis’ only a few nights ago, tears in his eyes as he forced himself to open his throat up and take it. 

He didn’t think he was dreaming until he heard the rough whisper of his name. “Harry-- fuck, yeah. Missed this.” 

It was Rande’s voice, and Harry bit back a gasp as he slid one hand into his pants, fingers trailing over the hairs that led down to his cock. They’d never done anything together, but of course Harry had thought about it. It was a fantasy that he indulged in with Louis regularly, playing the innocent younger man being taught how to be used by a rough, rich daddy who took exactly what he wanted and left Harry wanting more. 

The cabin was fully dark, the moon not even a sliver in the sky, the Canadian woods swallowing up any light that might try to sneak in with thick branches and clouds that had threatened rain for at least a day of the camping trip. Still, Harry lifted up on his elbow, turning toward where he knew Rande’s bed was on the opposite side of the cabin. He slid his thumb across his slit, spreading the bit of precome over his cock as he gave it the slightest tug, trying to hold back from jerking himself off fully in case this really was just a dream.

BRIEF, UNDETAILED SEXUAL ASSAULT MENTION BELOW

THIS IS A CONTENT WARNING

I'll also talk about the BDSM fic I had a nice little start on, because I fully DID NOT remember actually getting anything down for it (I signed up for the fest but also had my first BB fic to work on, so I had to drop). The plot is that Harry and Louis are roommates. They're both queer and kinky but not sure they'd be compatible and not willing to test it when they like the relationship they already have with each other.

Then Louis comes home and finds Harry after a date that went really badly (boundary pushing and no aftercare) and is immediately worried/jumps into caretaking mode. The experience shifts Harry's perspective and eventually HL's relationship into something different. Here's a little bit

CONTENT WARNING OVER YOU ARE SAFE TO READ

DON'T WORRY IT IS 100% FLUFFY:

“I have a date Friday,” Harry says casually on Wednesday morning as he and Louis navigate their shared kitchen. Harry has already been up for a bit doing his usual morning routines and Louis is trying desperately to leave for work. It barely registers for him, but he nods anyway and asks who it’s with. 

“Matt from that party last week, Boy Pile.” 

Louis has a vague memory of someone tall and chiseled, built a bit like Chris Evans. “The Dorito?” he asks, filling his travel mug with coffee. “Thought you weren’t that into him.” 

Harry laughs and slides Louis’ phone toward him, making sure he won’t forget it. “He found me on Grindr a few days later and we started texting. Turns out we have some common interests.” He’s got a sly smile on his face and Louis just shakes his head, laughing it off. 

“You’re such a slut for mean daddies. I’ll never understand.”  “Because you’re a nice daddy, Lou.” It’s the kind of gentle teasing that they’ve engaged in since they first met, and Louis can’t help but enjoy it. He pinches Harry’s side, making him giggle, and grabs a piece of toast off Harry’s plate before heading toward the door.

(isn't that a nice little start?? I literally got to the end and was like damn why didn't the bitch who wrote this FINISH IT???)

[lou-struck]

The Ugliest Time of Year

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Day 8: Ugly Sweater

25 Days of Ficmas Masterlist

WC: 900+

One of the best things about the holiday season is that it brings forth all sorts of opportunities to spend time with the people you care about. A few weeks ago, you and your boyfriend Izuku got invited to an ugly sweater party hosted by some of your old friends. Since everything was in lockdown last year, they haven’t had the chance to meet your boyfriend yet and you were very excited to make the introductions and show him off a bit.

The weeks leading up to the party were extremely busy, you had no time to find a great sweater to wear to the party. With a deadline approaching, you decided the best way to get a sweater that you’re proud of is to simply make one yourself. You found some very easy online tutorials on how to customize your own ugly sweater. This project carries little to no risk because no matter how badly you mess up on your sweater project, it doesn’t matter because it’s supposed to be ugly anyway. The sweater will either turn out “cute ugly” or an “ugly ugly.”

Before you start your project, you see your boyfriend in the other room eating some leftovers from dinner the night before. “Izuku,“ you ask “do you have an ugly sweater that you can wear for the party tomorrow night?” He thinks for a moment with his hand on his chin before speaking.

“Yeah, I do,” he says as he goes to grab it from your shared bedroom. Coming back into the room, he seems to be hiding it behind his back. “Here it is,” he cheers as he pulls it out. His aforementioned sweater is a solid red long-sleeve T-shirt, the text on the front says sweater.

“Isn’t this so funny,” he says cheerfully as he watches your face. You can’t help but stare at him, the hope for tomorrow slowly draining from your eyes.

“Zuku…” you trail off unable to find the words needed to break the news to him that

Izuku looks concerned for a moment looking back and forth between the shirt and you. “This isn't right is it?” he asks solemnly before cracking his facade and laughing out loud, “Just kidding, I had this for years and wanted to see what you would think.” you stand on your tiptoes to ruffle his hair playfully as he leans into your hand.

“Mirio was right, you really aren't funny.” you laugh as a pink blush coats his freckled cheeks.

“I thought that was funny,” he says in a mock pout. “I also thought it would distract you for a bit.

“Distract me from what exactly Zuku?” you question him raising a brow.

“I uh..kinda forgot about the sweater,” he says sheepishly.

You smile and look at him, “me too.” you say as you place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Do you wanna make one with me?”

He nods as you lead him to the table bringing out another blank dark green sweater you bought just in case he needed it.

“We should make each others,” you practically squeal as you fire up the glue gun.

Izuku looks concerned “What if I mess yours up?” he mumbles.

“Don't worry about it, they aren't meant to look good,” you say as you hand him the tool. This seems to satisfy him as he tries to get to work.

This experience has made you realize one thing, you may trust Izuku Midoriya with your life, but you are never ever going to give this man a glue gun again. Everything starts to stick together, his fingers have been stuck together for the past few minutes as he tries to hide the evidence from your watchful eye.

Thankfully he is so strong he was able to pull it apart without any major breakage, but you did have to lay down a much larger piece of cardboard on the table so he doesn’t completely ruin the wood underneath it.

Despite the disaster, Izuku looks like he is having so much fun making the sweater and following the tutorial to the best of his ability humming softly as he places pretend ornaments on the cotton canvas.

The sweater he’s making for you looks like it is a Christmas tree, dozens of sparkly puffballs, and thin bows made of tinsel cover the surface. By the time he’s done with it, it looks clumsily cute.

He looks concerned with his final product as he keeps trying to readjust his final touches. Suddenly a lightbulb seems to go off in his head as he grabs a Black ink pen to write on the tag “Made with love - by Izuku”

The one you made for him looks great if you do say so yourself. As you hold it out to him he looks down at his feet. “You can wear that one if you want to, it just looks so much better than the one i made for you,” he says quietly showing you his design.

You take it from his scarred hands and slip it on not minding that it's still very warm from the hot glue. “I love it Izuku,” you tell him happily as he blushes. “I can't wait to wear it for the party tomorrow.”

“And I can't wait to wear yours too,” he says as he bends down to give you a soft kiss. After which he helps you out of the sweater so that it can fully cool down.

The next night the two of you step out from your car clad in your sweaters. Ready to meet your friends inside. As you walk up to the door hand in hand, you fail to notice the trail of puffballs in your wake.