#fic: im handsome. tall. and rich

[hellbubu]

I’m handsome, tall, and rich

Chapter 21

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Before he knew it, Sasuke was in the bumper car, Kakashi followed him around, bumping into him.

“There are other people here!”

“You’re the only one that matters,” Kakashi screamed back at him and his heart certainly didn’t flutter.

The moment they got out of the bumper cars, Kakashi grabbed Sasuke’s hand and started walking over to the carousel.

“Let’s ride the carousel.”

“What? No. That’s for kids,” Sasuke protested halfheartedly.

They sat on the horses right next to each other. They quietly chatted until Sasuke spotted a little girl waving at them. He started waving.

“Who are you waving at?” Kakashi asked, trying to spot Hinata or Genma amongst the crowd.

“Just wave.”

Kakashi did as told and awkwardly waved at no one in particular. Sasuke tried to hold back his smile.

Kakashi dragged Sasuke to a small store selling headbands.” Let’s try some.”

“Wait! Stop, please,” Hinata panted. She almost threw herself down to the ground.” Let’s take a break.”

Naruto took off his backpack and sat next to her.

“My legs hurt,” Hinata complained.

“Do you really find it that hard?” Naruto handed Hinata a thermos.

“Yeah,” she exhaled as he grabbed the thermos. She gulped down the water.” I guess you were right. I need to exercise more.” She turned to look at Naruto who hadn’t even broken a sweat.” How can you not be tired.”

“Maybe now we can do this together whenever you’re free.” Naruto leaned back.” I try to come here often, it clears my mind. It’s also my favorite hiking trail.”

“It is a very relaxing place.” Hinata looked around.” Do you hike along or are you part of some sort of group?”

“A group is too much. President Hatake sometimes tags along, though.”

Hinata’s smile almost dropped. Did he do everything with fucking President Hatake?

“Oh? You go hiking with your boss?” Hinata started.” That’s interesting.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, don’t you find it weird that he’s always with you or calling you outside of work hours? He’s overworking you.” Hinata looked at him with a seriousness in her eyes.” It’s extremely selfish of him. He treats both you and Sasuke so badly.”

“What do you mean?”

“He told Sas to pay him back for something. Again.” She stopped for a second.” Not sure what for, though.” She squinted, as if it’d help her figure it out but the decided to give up and continue.” He’s been looking so pale recently. And the bags under his eyes have bags!”

“He’s not like that.” Naruto jumped into Kakashi’s defense.” I don’t think you know enough about this to be talking like this.”

“What do you mean?” Hinata looked at him almost incredulously.” I know how mean the man is to Sasuke. He is literally making him overwork himself to the grave.”

“What I’m saying–”

“If he found out that Sasuke Sarutobi was actually Sasuke Uchiha, he should’ve said something, ask him to explain himself. You know, like a grown up.” Hinata started ranting.” He didn’t do that. He decided to be petty and make Sasuke super anxious and overworked him! He’s a jerk.”

“He had every right to be angry. Sasuke literally lied to him.” Naruto tried to sound as calm as possible.” Plus, you shouldn’t talk about this since the whole situation was your fault.”

“Excuse me?”

“If you hand’t sent Sasuke to replace you on that date, this whole thing wouldn’t had happened.”

“Are you serious?” Hinata scoffed.” You’re my boyfriend. Shouldn’t you be grateful I decided not to go on a blind date with your boss?” She stood up.” It’s such nonsense that you’d be mad at me for not going on a date with someone else.”

“Hinata, let’s be logical–”

“You’re supposed to be my boyfriend. You’re supposed to be supportive and compliment me.” Naruto had stood up to try and calm down Hinata.” When I cook, you complain. When we’re watching a movie, you’re still taking work calls. I’m never your priority and you’re never on my side.” She exasperatedly threw her hands in the air.” You’re always prioritising Hatake.”

“I’m sorry. I really, really didn’t mean to come off like that. I promise.” Naruto grabbed Hinata’s hand.” Let’s just climb up and finish our hike, okay?”

“How about this?” Hinata pulled her hand out of Naruto’s grip.” Why don’t you finish your hike holding hands and singing with your precious Predident Hatake?”

Hinata turned around and started walking back down the mountain.

“Hey!” Naruto called after her.” Hinata, wait!”

Kakashi took off the pink headband with a bow as he made his way to the table Sasuke was sitting at.

“I got you some lemonade.” Kakashi set it down in front of Sasuke.

“Thanks.” Sasuke smiled at him.” I’m a bit hungry, should I get us something to eat? It’s my treat so don’t worry about it.”

“It’s fine, I’ll pay.” Kakashi took a sip of his lemonade.” Instead of spending your money on me, you’ll spend your time.”

Sasuke stood up anyway. He was here to repay Kakashi for the kiss, not to have fun.

“I’m here to repay you. So what do you want to eat?”

“Hm,” Kakashi hummed, pursing his lips.” Maybe…”

“Maybe?”

“Let’s go.” Kakashi stood up and guided Sasuke to the other side of the carnival.

“Just corndogs?” Sasuke asked, looking down at the corndog he had just bought.

“Yeah.”

Sasuke furrowed his brows and looked around.” Let me guess, you took me to this almost deserted part of the carnival because it has the best corndogs in all of Seoul but it’s gatekept?”

“You sure have an imagination.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes and took a bite of the corndog.

“This is actually pretty good.”

“Is it?”

“No. It’s average at best.” He turned to look at Kakashi.” Did someone tell you that eating corndogs at the carnival was a must-do?”

“I’ve been to a carnival before.”

“And I’m married to Bezos.”

“No, seriously. Back when I was seven I came with my mom and ate this.” Kakashi looked down at his half-eaten corndog.” It tasted better back then.”

“You know, if you eat something that made you very happy, you can recall that same feeling. It’s called food nostalgia.”

Kakashi opened his mouth to say something, but Sasuke’s phone started buzzing.

“Yeah?” Sasuke spoke softly into the phone.”What?”

“Maybe he should date him instead since he likes him so much,” Hinata muttered as she went down what she thought was the right path.” Why date me when Kakashi Hatake is right there?”

She kept on walking, not realizing she had strayed from the path.

Fuck, she thought the second she realized she could no longer hear other hikers. Where am I?

She looked around. Should she head back in the direction she came from? Was there some way to get back on the right path?

“Hinata!” She heard Naruto call out. She turned toward the voice and there he was, making his way down toward her.

“Why would you storm off like that when you don’t even know where you’re going?” He asked once he got close to her.

“Do you know where we are?”

“Nope.” Naruto sighed.” We should’ve gone left at the crossroads but we didn’t ‘cause you turned right.”

Hinata, who was still angry from their previous argument, almost snapped her neck with the speed she turned to look at him. It took all of her self-control not to let out her inner Sasuke.

“Let’s split up to look for a way back to the right trail,” she said through gritted teeth before walking away once more.

Everything was her fault. Nothing she did was good enough. Why was she even dating him? Why was he even dating her when she clearly didn’t meet his standards?

“Hina, wait.”

Hinata ignored him and immediately slipped on a branch twisting her ankle. The universe sure had funny ways of making her miserable.

“You okay?” Naruto rushed to her side.

“I’m fine,” Hinata hissed.

“Let me see,” Naruto didn’t wait for Hinata to give the okay before, gently, grabbing her foot.

“Ow!”

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“Yeah,” Hinata breathed out with her eyes closed.

Naruto sighed before setting Hinata’s foot on the ground as gently as he could. He put on his backpack in front and kneeled in front of Hinata.” Get on.”

“There’s no way you’re climbing all the way up with me on your back.” Hinata protested.” It’s too dangerous.”

“Just get on,” Naruto ordered.” I’m not in the mood to argue with you.”

“I’m a bit heavy, though.” Hinata muttered and she got on.

“My groceries weigh more than you.”

Hinata held on tight as Naruto stood up.

Once at the base of the mountain, Naruto sat Hinata on a tree trunk. He kneeled in front of her.

“How’s your ankle?” Naruto looked up at her and his blue eyes shone beautifully in the sunlight and she might’ve fallen for him once again.” Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you still angry?” He sounded sad and it made Hinata feel like a total jerk, but before she could speak up, Naruto continued.” I’m sorry. I’ll do my best to make sure not to upset you like that again, okay?”

“You look so hot right now,” Hinata said without thinking.

“Are you serious?”

“Sorry.” Hinata closed her eyes.” But I did stop being mad like before we were even halfway down.”

Naruto let out a laugh.

“It was extremely sweet of you to carry me all the way here given how I was acting.”

“I guess I’m pretty tough, huh?” Naruto smiled at her.

“I think you just stole my heart again,” Hinata whispered.

“Hina–”

“What we need to do,” Hinata said, pulling Naruto closer,” is get home.”

She pecked Naruto’s lips.

“Let’s go to the hospital first.”

“What? No, I’m fine. I just need some ice and painkillers.”

He kneeled with his back to Hinata.

“Let’s go to the hospital before…”

“Before what?” Hinata asked smugly.” What are we doing after the hospital?”

Hinata pecked Naruto's cheek and he let out a small laugh.

Sasuke rushed into the hospital. He almost slammed into the front desk.

“I’m here to see patient Uchiha Fugaku.”

“One moment, please.” The woman typed something into her computer.

He muttered an okay and looked to the side to find his mom sitting on one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs.

“Mom! You okay?” Sasuke said once he noticed the bandage on her arm.

“I’m fine. It’s just a minor burn. The doctor said I didn’t even need to worry about it.” She let Sasuke take a look.” The problem is your dad.” She walked over to a curtain and pulled it to reveal Sasuke’s dad lying on a hospital bed fast asleep.

“What happened? When Itachi called he said you were the one that got hurt.”

“Appendicitis. He just got out of surgery.” She sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Why isn’t he in a room?”

“Apparently, there’s no space in shared rooms.” Mikoto sighed and brushed off Fugaku’s hair from his forehead.” They’ll tell us when a bed frees up.”

Fugaku groaned as he woke up.

“Dad!”

“Byeolnim,” Fugaku turned to look at Mikoto.” Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“Excuse me,” a nurse interrupted.” Patient Uchiha Fugaku?”

“Yes.”

“Your room’s ready now.”

“There’s a vacant spot now?”

“No. We were told to move the patient to a VIP room.”

“VIP room?” Mikoto stood up.

“Who said that?”

“Uhm.” The woman looked back.” That gentleman over there.”

There stood Kakashi, who the moment he noticed them looking his way, started walking over to them.

Meanwhile, Sasuke cursed every single god he could think of. He cursed Kakashi’s company, his charm, his stupid looks, and everything except his dad because Sasuke really liked Sakumo.

“Hello, how are you, ma’am?” Kakashi greeted Mikoto.

“And who might you be?”

“He’s my coworker!” Sasuke spoke up before Kakashi could introduce himself as Sasuke’s boss or boyfriend. Sasuke wasn’t quite sure which one would look worse to this family and he sure as fuck didn’t want to find out.” We’re together in the team for the research. He’s my supervisor.”

“I thought Uzumaki-nim was,” Fugaku mumbled.” Oh, you must be Hoozuki-nim.”

“Huh?”

“That’s right!” Sasuke said.” Hoozuki-nim, these are my parents.”

“Nice to meet you, Hoozuki-nim,” Mikoto said.

“It’s my pleasure.” Kakashi still looked a tad bit confused, but he decided to roll with it.” I’m Hoozuki Suigetsu.”

[brandycranby]

ce characters + whether your asian parents would like them and how to win them over 🥺😣🫶🏻💕🍵

based on unfortunately realistic intrusive thoughts i have while reading self-insert fics

steve: military? hm. desi peeps leave ur comments bc idk how desi parents feel but i know ALL the east asian and southeast asian parents and grandparents might have something to say about that. the US army has left its mark.. just saying... better highlight his better features such as his sensitive artistic nature!! wait. wait. not that either, no need for them to call him a bum at the dinner table.

just... have him win your mom over with his stunning future son-in-law adorableness and charming smile 😀

andy: lawyer. that's it- no, no it doesn't matter if your EA mom prefers flower boys and he's a little too bearded. lawyer. the desi parents are messaging the Whatsapp group chat, they're calling the fam back in the motherland. look at that beard. lawyer.

tall ✅ upper middle-class ✅ drives an audi ✅ divorced? he has you now.

ari: handsome... ok.. but also. military. hmm. non-religious/non-abrahamic religious peeps, your asian parents might give him a better reception. but um, "divorced?" "has a daughter??" "soldier la??" "he have steady income???" 👁️👄👁️

my super religious background peeps, im so sorry. maybe the part where he's Jewish will get lost in translation. um. that's a fight and a half at the dinner table, good luck 🥲 maybe just elope.

curtis: ... I MEAN IS IT THE APOCALYPSE?? if not, your dad would probably like him. a man's man. strong, silent, built like a brick wall and does whatever DIY project he points him towards when you visit. your mom will call him scary. i don't think that would change whether you're E/S/SEA, your mom is pulling you aside in the kitchen and asking if you're really sure about him.

let Curtis show his gentle side. yeah, he's tall and intimidating but he has a soft heart. tell your lil cousins and niblings to use him as a jungle gym

jake: see Andy above- no, EVEN MORE POWERFUL THAN ANDY. yeah, military veteran, yeah, he's a lil awkward. but. computer science. information technology. wifi. tvs, laptops, phones. your parents are going to turn him into their personal help line and you might have to put a stop to it but goddamn if they don't call him son the minute this convo happens:

"he's in cybersecurity"

"what is cyba-"

"... IT"

"OH EYE-TEE. EYE-TEE VERY GOOD"

ransom: he's rich. he wears L.L. Bean and probably has the Louis Vuitton travel duffle bag. ransom is the nicest dressed, actually fashionable, sleek, and nicest smelling compared to the rest of these bozos. your mom loves him already. your dad is on the fence but also, he's well off enough to take care of you.

don't... say that he writes. yes, he does write. but focus on the fact that he's connected to a big big publishing house. yes yes. if this is an au and he's in charge of Blood Like Wine. BUSINESS OWNER, TAKE THAT.

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disclaimer, all asian parents different. my dad is a graphic designer/artsy (though idk if he'd want me to date an artist tbh...) if ur parents aren't represented feel free to reblog w ur thoughts 😌

[kitashousewife]

home for christmas

an: i know im going out of order but inspiration struck for these AND i want to get the christmas fics written cause i am IN THE SPIRIT!! i hope i wrote him okay it's my first time heehee

pairings: timeskip!oikawa x fem!reader

warnings: reader is going home from japan but it is not specified as to where, airports and flying, very flirty oikawa, food and drink mentions, alcohol mentions, very fluffy, strangers (sort of) to lovers

-

besides the click of luggage wheels on the tile floor and the occasional intercom message, the airport is quite calm. checked bag long whisked away to join the others, everything back in place after the rush of security. now it's just you and a few others settling into the gate.

but you can't quite relax.

not with the feeling of someone staring at you.

you sat down in your seat about 30 minutes ago, and oikawa sat down shortly after, right in front of you. you glanced his way, before looking back at your phone. you tried to sneak glances every chance you could. soft brown hair waving perfectly, pretty fingers scrolling on his phone, and you could tell he was tall. he didn't have much with him, with the exception of a light blue duffle bag that he was using as a footrest. everything about him was pretty.

you stopped looking at the handsome stranger when your eyes met. rich, golden brown hues staring right into yours, with a confident smirk gracing his lips. after that, you quit looking up from the book you attempted to distract yourself with, forcing your heartbeat to slow down.

oikawa, however, hasn't stopped. the second he locked eyes with you he couldn't stop. the wide-eyed look you gave him before averting your eyes back to your lap was so cute.

he can't help it, really. after a few more minutes of stolen glances, he clears his throat.

"excuse me, do you know where the drinking fountain is?"

you hum and look up, startled a bit when you realize the stranger is standing right in front of you.

"sorry, are you talking to me?"

he chuckles. adorable.

"yes, so sorry. i didn't mean to distract you from your book," he gives you a dazzling smile. he shakes his water bottle in his hand, before looking around. "i just noticed that yours was full, and i'm a little thirsty."

your heart is racing. sure, this was probably the most attractive person you'd seen in your life, but you didn't think he would even talk to you. your mouth is dry.

"the one i went to is right around the corner," you point and he nods. "i could watch your stuff?"

"would you mind?" you shake your head. "hmm, fine. i trust ya," oikawa winks before walking away with a wave. "i'll be right back!"

once he rounds the corner you grab your phone, frantically pulling up instagram. scrolling through your dm's until you reach a conversation between friends, you select it and scroll until you reach the post. your friend had sent a photo a few days back of a volleyball player, gushing about how attractive he was, to which the rest of your friends agreed.

the photo is of oikawa, reclined on one of the bench chairs during a time-out. water bottle to his upturned lips as he smiles at the photographer with those big brown eyes sparkling in the light. that's definitely him. you thought you had recognized him, but it seemed too good to be true. wouldn't he be staying home with his family?

"whatchya lookin' at?" oikawa says from right behind you, and you jump.

"nothing, just-"

"aw, it's okay. at least that's a pretty good photo of me," he says with a chuckle before sitting down in front of you once more.

"what's your name? i would tell you mine, but it looks like you already know," he smirks. you answer, squeaking out your name. "so, where are you headed to?"

your head is spinning. "im actually headed home for the holidays, how about you?"

he takes a sip of his water, grimacing as he swallows. "did you drink any of this? gross," he shakes his head, setting his water bottle on the ground with a clink. "i can't drink this. do you want to get a drink, on me?" he gestures to the hotel bar. you think for a second, before nodding.

"great. i would love the company. oh, let me get that for you!" he takes your carry-on, whisking it away with his own before walking over to the bar. he sets your things down before pulling out the stool for you.

"you didn't need to do that, it was only a few steps," you laugh before sitting down, feeling almost nervous when he joins by your side.

"i don't mind. pretty girls like you shouldn't need to carry luggage all around."

your cheeks heat up, but thankfully the bartender arrives just in time. the two of you order and are given your drinks rather quickly, thanks to the bar being almost empty.

"so," you take a sip. "where are you headed?"

"oh right. im meeting my team for a few games. they arrived a couple days ago, but my coach said it was okay to spend a few more days here with my family and friends," he runs his fingers through his hair. "and you? are you excited to be home for christmas?"

you can't help but smile. "actually, yes. im excited to sleep in my own bed," you laugh, and oikawa smiles.

"i know how that feels."

"that's nice of your coach to let you spend time at home."

he sips his drink, nodding. "i'm really thankful. it was nice to celebrate christmas with those i love, even if it's a little bit early," he looks at you, and he's happy to see that you're looking right back.

"you have-here, let me get it," oikawa leans in, reaching his thumb up to your cheek. at this proximity, you can see it all. every tanned freckle dusting his cheeks, every tiny gold fleck flickering in his eyes. your attention is drawn away when his tongue pokes out in concentration.

"got it. sorry, you had an eyelash. make a wish!"

you look down, and on his finger tip is an eyelash. you blink up at him.

"what?"

he laughs. "growing up, if we ever had an eyelash fall off, we would make a wish before blowing it off of our finger. so, make a wish, beautiful."

you look at him before blowing the eyelash, watching it flutter into the air. he finishes his drink, completely unphased before setting it down and digging i his wallet for his card. after he pays, the two of you get to know each other a bit more. sharing stories, interests, likes and dislikes.

meanwhile, you are stirring in your seat. the thoughts going through your mind are dizzying, images of his face up close, how intoxicating his cologne is, how he touched you. so soft and delicate, like you were made of porcelain.

"-and i forgot them at my apartment. what do you think?"

you snap up, confusion playing at your features and he laughs. he signs the receipt, nodding at the bar tended with a smile before picking up your carry on once more.

"i'm sorry, i didn't-what did you say?" he chuckles before placing his free hand on your shoulder.

"after one drink? what on earth did you order?" oikawa pushes a strand of your hair aside effortlessly like he's known you for years. "i was saying, i forgot my snacks at my place and was wondering if you wanted to come with me to get some."

"sure. only if you let me carry my own bag."

he laughs, a real laugh before sliding it over to you.

"fine, fine. but if anyone asks, you have to say that i'm a gentleman."

the two of you walk together, sharing favorite snacks and treats as you mosey through the airport convenience store. he gets what he needs, insisting he gets something for you despite your assurance that you're fine.

the different decorations and lights sparkle through the airport at this hour, coating everything in a cheery glow. everything is making you anxious to go home, see everyone important to you and finally participate in traditions and activities.

"y'know, you are really quite beautiful."

the two of you stop walking, standing in front of your gate.

"that's just the alcohol talking," you shake your head, setting your things down in front of a couple seats. he grabs your hand.

"no! not at all. i mean it. why do you think i talked to you in the first place?"

"because you were thirsty?"

oikawa laughs, running his fingers through is hair once more. he thinks for a moment of his friends. iwa, makki, and mattsun would be laughing at him right now. playing with his hair is one of his nervous ticks. thankfully, you don't know that.

"can i tell you a secret?"

he's close right now. so close. you can see the details, just like before, but this time it's different. the low light of the airport makes his eyes almost golden as they stare at you, full of nerves and worry even though the smirk on his lips says otherwise.

"of course,"

he leans to your ear, tucking a strand of hair behind it.

"i knew where the water fountain was the entire time."

you gasp, part because of the goosebumps that now dance across your skin, and at his confession.

"you liar!" you smack him playfully, and you swear he blushes.

"i wanted to talk to you, but i needed a reason. and it worked, didn't it?" his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, and you shake your head.

"you're quite pretty yourself, oikawa."

you look up at him, the same nervousness swimming around in your irises. his fingers reach through his hair once more.

"you don't mean that,"

"i wouldn't lie about that."

he stares at you, your eyes, and then your lips. his tongue wets his, and he seriously considers kissing you right now. a complete stranger, someone he's met by complete chance, but feels like he's known his entire life.

"you know oikawa, my friends are completely in love with you."

"oh yeah?" he smiles again, a complete 180 from how he was only seconds ago. covering up his nerves with faux confidence, something he's gotten quite used to.

"mhm. they talk about you all the time. they would kill to be here right now,"

he hums, sitting next to you like before.

"well you should show them!"

his hand falls to your forearm, the one in which holds your phone. he gestures down to it, and you finally understand what he means.

you hold up your camera and snap a photo of the two of you; one silly, and one smiling. you send it into the group chat and lock your phone.

with a sigh, you sink back into your seat. it's close to midnight at this point, meaning you should be boarding shortly.

"thanks for the drink tonight, oikawa,"

"tooru please," he corrects, a playful tone in his voice. "and it's no problem. i really enjoyed meeting you." he feels a blush creeping onto his cheeks. clearing his throat, he looks out towards the windows as he watches the plane be taxied in.

"do you think i could get your number?"

"of course! u-um, here. just put in your information," you unlock your phone and gasp.

3 missed calls, around 15 texts, and a missed group facetime. oikawa snickers. you hand him the phone, and he puts in his contact quickly and sends a text to himself to get yours as well.

hot airport stranger now lives in your phone, oikawa hopes forever.

the two of you board, and you're a little sad that your seats aren't as close. you can't be too upset, though. luck has shown on you more than enough tonight. once in the air and comfortable, you settle in for the next few hours. the seatbelt light above you turns off, followed by a message of clearance to move about the cabin.

"hey you," a quiet voice cuts through the buzz of the flight. oikawa slips next to you, making himself comfortable in the seat right next to you. "we have a few more hours together, so i figured we should make the most of it." he sets his laptop up on the tray and hands you an earbud with a smile. you accept, stomach full of butterflies.

as the movie starts, a bittersweet feeling sinks in both of your chests. worried about never seeing each other again, wishing this flight would last forever, but wanting to get home to christmas and volleyball has both of you torn.

for the next few hours at least, the two of you live in your own world, snacking and watching movie after movie together. when you finally close your eyes and lean into his shoulder, oikawa feels his like he is going to explode. he snaps a quick photo of the two of you on your phone, then his, before shutting his laptop.

while you sleep, oikawa analyzes his schedule while he's in town, as well as for the next few months. he looks at plane to japan as well as your hometown before coming to a final decision.

nothing is going to stop him from seeing you again.

[6ftkyle]

7, 14, 16?

7 - what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

sssooooo, i am not going to name him by name, because his fans can get kinda defensive and i dont want this coming up in search, but a certain dickensian orphan. i never found him very funny in the canon to begin with, but i tend to find that like, most of his fans i come across are like 14 and dont watch the show. which like, thatssss fine. i guess. i vaguely remember being 14. but it makes me just lowkey glad hes dead and gone forever, you know?

14 - that one thing you see in fics all the time

admittedly, i dont read a lot of fics these days! working with my hands most waking hours means i cant really read while i do what i need to. i read what my friends write, when i have the time, and thats a pretty wide spread of topics and content. so like, bare in mind im talking with like a 2015-2020 frame of reference.

but i used to see like a lot of little weepy tweek and big muscular unaffected craig. which like i get why people are into that, but im not particularly so when it was like nigh unavoidable it made reading creek fic really hard for me. idk if thats gotten better over the past few years or not. i really only have one friend who writes creek (yes im plugging the bestie's fic, give it a read) and thats not really their bag so im eating good now.

16 - you can’t understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

im going to say it: big, tall, strong, rich, successful cartman with a 12 incher. i guess i DO get it, on the level of like, people like to project on one half of a ship and make the other half into their ideal partner, but i dont get it on a 'why do this to CARTMAN' level.

hes the butt of the joke! he's insecure, he's deluded, hes out of touch with reality. HE says hes rich and handsome and has a huge dick because he vacillates between feeling like none of that is true and suffering from delusions of grandeur. i personally think he does grow up to be handsome, but not in a thin, muscular brick shithouse kind of way. (i think he grows up to be short and fat with dimples that could kill a man and soft thick hair he carefully maintains) so i dont think he ever grows up to be the big masc powerhouse he swears up and down he is.

its like. idk i feel a lot of people write him the way he would write himself, kind of like how in the original fiona and cake episode, the ice king wrote his lady version to be stacked and untouchable. i just dont think there's any real conceivable world where cartman is hung or thin, those arent aspects of his character and have never been intended to be.

[ac3id]

Monster. | 18+

pairings: touya todoroki [dabi]  x female! reader.

summary: you cheat on your toxic boyfriend. 

warnings: branding, violence, mentions of blood, hate sex, impact play, name calling: whore slut, graphic. 

wordcount: 1.3k

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a/n: hey guys!! it’s been a while since i posted :> im sorry for dying on y’all but im back!! i just feel like this fic is a lil... bad :/ but tell me how you think it turned out :D

your friends always tell you that he’s no good for and you agree. 

no matter how much you want to think he’s different and not the monster they call him out to be, you have to agree with them. he’s the worst.

 the amount of times you’ve cried over him, the numerous times he has broken your heart. yet, you still stick around. 

it’s as if you’re a masochist, you like being hurt. you being shattered into pieces, everybody feels sorry for you and your poor, poor heart. 

“you’re zoning out again, babe,” his deep, hoarse which you’ve come to love and hate calls you back in. in the end, you always find yourself pinned under him every other night.

you’re not to blame, anyone else in your position would do the same. if a sexy, tall, handsome and rich man tells you he loves you, and would buy the world to make you happy. you don’t really want to say no.

“what?” your meek response leaves your lips weakly as your body rocks up and down. touya thrusts into you in a rhythmic motion, his tip kissing your cervix while your gummy walls pull him in deeper. 

“aww, silly girl has been fucked stupid,” he cries with fake sympathy, shoving a hard and rough thrust after each word. your moans widen, drool slips past your parted mouth as the redhead takes his chance and pushes his fingers into your mouth. 

touya was not the best boyfriend, he was the worst in fact. but with him, there was too much you couldn’t let go. he was the son of Endeavour, his pockets were full of cash. he was a shitty boyfriend but he always made it up to you with expensive gifts you couldn’t deny. 

at first, you thought it was basic decency to accept his apology for fucking another girl behind your back if he made it up to you by gifting a very expensive perfume. 

but now, you were growing a little selfish. 

his slender fingers came down on your clit, rubbing down slowly making you squirm in pleasure. 

“tell me, who was that guy?” 

this time, you caught his question and felt your heart drop. 

touya stopped moving, his stare focused intensely at you while his fingers still played with your cunt. 

“speak, baby.” his thumb grazed your lower lip, his voice was sweet- honey-like but you knew better. 

“wha-“ a sharp pinch on your clit stopped you from answering him, making you scream in horror instead. 

“that hurts!” you cried, he only pulled harder. “stop!”

“answer me bitch!” he raised his voice. you looked into his eyes, they were furious. you watched a dangerous fire dance around in his eyes, you were scared to disobey him. afraid of what he might do. 

“w-who are you talking about?” you continued to play dumb. a frown grew on his forehead, along with a crude smirk on his lips. his hand grazing your lips softly left and came back to cup your face tightly. he squeezed your cheeks, puckering your lips together, he frowned down at you with unfiltered anger. 

his other hand left your cunt, only to pinch your nipples, making you cry again at the sharp tug. 

“don’t fuck with me you little bitch. i know what you did!” 

horrifyingly, you felt him get harder inside you. his fat cock beating in you as he moved slowly. he thrust into you roughly, making sure his drooling cockhead hit your cervix with every thrust. 

“you little bitch!” he slapped your tits, making you squeeze around him. a deep moan leaving his lips. 

“you’re a lying little slut, sleeping around with other men when you,” he smacked your face. a ringing formed in your ear because of the force. 

“w-when you have a perfectly fine man all for yourself!” his pace increased, he was close. you could tell. 

despite being in such a threatening position, you still were able to enjoy yourself. every time he thrust into you, you felt yourself come closer and closer to your release. 

his fat cock kept wrecking you, melting you into his little slut, too drunk on his dick to keep yourself together.

fuck he was so good at it, no wonder you kept coming back. 

“i am sorry!” you screamed, committing to your sins. 

touya growled, he only became aggressive. pinching and biting on your tits, leaving deep, dark marks to blossom onto your sensitive skin. he showed no mercy. 

he called you a slut, a whore, and every other degrading word in the dictionary. he screamed them all into your ear, knowing full well neither of those curses made you feel as bad as they aroused you. 

he could feel you get wet around him, your arousal seeping through and dripping down on the ruined sheets. 

“filthy whore,” he growled out, groaning in your ear. he stretched out his arm and brought it down to your cunt, slapping your needy, little clit. the contact made you cum in an instant, it was everything you needed. the last push.

your precious cunt squeezed around one last time before creaming around him. 

your gummy walls milked his cock, clamping around him tightly, not allowing him to let go. touya let out a long, deep moan before he came inside you. shooting his warm, thick cum inside your tiny cunt. 

he pulled out almost immediately, his senses came back and he was furious, ready to hurt and ruin you. his eyes locked back on you, glaring at your blissed-out face. you were taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down after the amazing sex. 

but when you looked back up at him, you panicked. 

you almost ran, trying to get back on your feet but it was impossible as touya straddled over you. 

“you lying, cheating, bitch!” 

his eyes were murderous. capturing your wrists over your head and pinning them to the bed with one hand, his other hand sprouted a bright blue burning flame. 

the blue flame was as fierce as him, just as dangerous as him. 

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry! 

i just did what you did! c’mon don’t you go out sleeping behind my back!? c’mon you can’t be serious, touya let me go! NO! TOUYA.” 

you screamed and cried, but no one was there to help you, and touya was not going to stop. the flame he had lit extinguished when his palm came down to slap you for the second time that day. 

“shut up!” he screamed.

“you whores don’t get it! every single one of you are the same! you don’t get it, you don’t get it, you don’t it. I LOVED YOU. how could you do that to me!?” 

he screamed even louder. you tried to talk to him, apologize, tell him you would never do it again but he was too far gone. 

“it’s okay, i bet it was not your fault. those ugly men did not know you belonged to me, babygirl.”

the blue flame started dancing again as he drew it closer to your skin. 

“but, if they see my name...right here,” his hot, burning fingers grazed between the valley of your breasts, stopping right below them. 

“all of those bastards would know. they would not know not to mess with touya todoroki’s property.” 

he laughed, something uncharacteristic of him. was he finding your screams of terror funny? 

you kicked your legs and squirmed to break free but touya was stronger, he kept you tight under him. 

“stop moving, babygirl.” he said, his face void of any emotion. 

he pressed his fingers down on your skin and it burned. the sizzle of your skin melting filled the room, you felt nauseous and disgusted. the strength in your body left you just like that. 

“don’t tap out now, baby. let me complete my name,” every stroke was painful, you felt like you were dying. you smelled your blood and felt it slide down your body. 

it was all too much. 

you fainted. 

touya was disappointed, but he was also glad. he didn’t need to worry about hurting you anymore while he was carving his name on your chest. 

he looked down at you and your pained face, he smiled. 

a lesson well taught, he thought. 

touya was the monster your friends made him out to be. 

[insomniackae]

-Sugary sweet-

(Modern!Childe x gn(?) reader)

Ok tbh this is very bad since I made this a LONG LONG time ago, when my writing era just started. But when I was scrolling through my notepad I saw this fic and I was like, "Omg did I actually wrote this? (derogatory) " BUT. I was too lazy to write something else at the moment but I felt bad for not posting so I figured I should try and share this old terrible work of mine. I sincerely apologize if you don't like this fic.

Warning: cringe obvi, short like my sleep hours, mention of sugar daddy, word crimes, slightly suggestive, maybe a little bit ooc, not proofread, event take place in the modern world.

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It was a sunny day. Just like yesterday. And the day before. And the day before. There's nothing interesting happening these days.

Well, today you decided to stop by the newly opened cafe near your office. I mean- why not? Sweets are your thing. You practically survive off sweets.

You got a few (a lot) of pastries and a cup of coffee. You were walking home cheerfully, eager to eat your pastries once you got home. That is until you bumped onto a tall figure, spilling your coffee everywhere. Even your box full of pastries fell to the ground. Before you could even do anything, the flock of birds nearby already surrounded it.

"Oh my, are you alright? " The soothing voice made you cocked your head up to look at the person.

You malfunctioned for awhile. How could a man like him exist? His ginger hair paired with beautifuly unique blue eyes. He's wearing a suit. And oh archons, his hand is so beautiful. His glove shaped itself around his fingers perfectly, complimenting his already stunning image. You were practically staring.

"Umm... Hello...? Miss? " You broke out of your fantasy upon hearing his voice once again. Archons, did I just openly stared at him? Embarrassing.

"Oh! Yea-yeah. Im sorry for bumping into you" You apologized.

"No! It supposed to be me who apologize. Because of me your food has gone to waste" Oh. You actually forgot about your pastries. Ok, now you're a bit mad. Though, you can't blame him.

"How about I compesate you? I'll buy you your pastries back" He offered.

You tried your best to turn down his offer but he keeps on insisting. At last, you accepted it anyway. Oh how could you resist when a handsome rich man with attractive hands practically begging to pay you back.

"My name is [name]." You introduced yourself while shaking his beautiful covered hand.

You exchanged your number with him. He said that although he would be more glad to go with you today, he has some jobs to do.

"I'll text you whenever I'm free. Nice to meet you, Miss [name]. I'm Ajax, by the way"

After all that, you went home. You lay in bed after taking a nice fresh cold shower.

"Ajax huh... "

You closed your eyes, slowly sailing so sleep. You were way too exhausted to think about anything anymore. Alot has happened today and you don't want anymore thought floods your mind after todays event.

You may not realized it, but you were waiting for his text.

𝘼 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧.

You've finally gotten his text. So he didn't forget after all?

And here you are. Sitting infront of him, in a cafe waiting for your orders.

He got the casual look today. With a gray long sleeved turtleneck and black pants. He's not wearing gloves today. Archons. His hands really is beautiful. You can't help but stare at it.

"Are you done staring? "

You blushes madly. Archons, I did it again. You apologized, while still wearing that flustered expression all over your face.

"Ahaha... It's alright. I can't blame you for thinking that I'm attractive" He claimed proudly.

"My, you have quite the pride, Mr. Ajax. Though, I would too if I'm a person as handsome as you." He seems to be quite amused by your statement. It's bold, just like how he like it

And that's how you met Ajax. You've gradually became closer to him to the point that you knew everything about him and he knew everything about you too. Before you knew it, you both started flirting with each other.

One day, he asked you to accompany him to a certain place to discuss some "business" with you. You gladly accepted.

Your jaws opened wide when he took you to the fanciest hotel you've ever seen. You knew he is rich but wow...

You sat on the bed with satin bedsheet. If there is one word that could describe the moment, it would be "Fancy". Your heart races with anticipation as Ajax dimmed the light and sat next to you.

"I have... a job for you, my dear. It is quite beneficial for you, if I must say so. That is if you accept it, of course. " He stated.

You were interested with the sound of it since you were fired from your company not too long ago. A job is exactly what you needed.

"And may I know what job is it?" You asked.

He chuckled and started to get closer to you. His blue eyes fixated on you.

"You just need to love me. Satisfy me. And since... you seem to really love sweet things, how about I became your sweet sugar daddy? You'll just have to be by my side whenever i need you to. How does that sound angel? "

You were honestly surprised, but you would be lying to yourself if you say that you don't want him to say that.

"Well, the job does sound irresistible. I accept it. I'm truly grateful to have an employer such as you are~" You said seductively. Your answer was given, consent was established, now there's only one thing to do

He pulls you onto his lap, He close the distance between your faces and pulls you into a heated make out session. It went on for quite a while.

He broke off the kiss, letting you to take your breath. "I think... We shouldn't rush this. Let's take it slow. " He said as he brushed his hand softly on you cheek. Caressing it.

"And since you love this finger of mine so much... " He whispered softly to your ear.

He shoved his index and his middle finger in your mouth, touching the back of your tongue with the his finger pads.

"Why don't you suck it for me, darling~"

[maiverie]

hi I saw this on my dashboard can you ship your mutuals with idols you think they will fit best

oh god HI ANON 🕵️‍♀️ i’ve been seeing these on my dash too GHEHEHE this is so cute except you’re asking the wrong person since i feel like i’m so new to tumblr and know nobody 🧍🏻‍♀️ but anyway imma do u one better and write some fic ideas based on what i think their relo would be like 😳

@yerion ship her w jyp obviously 💪 she always talks about how she wants 2 be an idol so she can have a whole ass delicious record executive in her dms??? duh??? the math be mathing 🥵 #enemiestolovers #agegapau #ive never noticed how beautiful his eyes are au 💓 i bet she would like rock up to the jyp building and be like hey give me a contract and the man would be completely enamoured by her at first sight and she’d be like 😍 ure so rich daddy 😋

@seungstarss heeseung it’s heeseung OF COURSE IT’S HEESEUNG i gotta give my girl full rights to her man 😭 no but idk heeseung is such a quiet kind of nice that i feel like sei and him would make such a cute couple 😭 LIKE I SWEAR THEIR LOVE STORY WOULD BE SO CUTE AND FULL OF FLUFF like maybe sei would lowkey like one of his friends until one night she needs help and he’s the only one that pulls thru for her #theyre in an friend group and they’ve never been alone tgt until one night and she’s like damn actually he’s kinda cool and cute but wait y is he looking at me like that au or maybe #neighbours au IDK JUST SOMETHING WHERE HEE LIKES HER FROM AFAR

@vmpnoo i…. i wanna say sunoo so bad EXCEPT THIS BITCH IS LITERALLY A HORROR/GORE WRITER AND SHE STANS THE FLUFFIEST FLUFF BALL THAT IS KIM SUNWOO?????!!! SOMETJING AINT CLICKING 😭😭😭 so maybe it’d be like an opposites attract au but tbh i also see fray with like niki cause they’re both chaotic af like i can see fray scaring the shit out of niki bc she finds it funny 😭 she’s legit gna wake up in the middle of the night and be standing over his bed dressed up as a masked killer and threaten to stab all of his lil plushy toys HAHAHAHHSHAHAHAHAHAHA #romcom # chaotic evil (her) vs chaotic good (niki) couple dynamic

@hoonsilk OUR KDRAMA QUEEEENNNNNN SHE DESERVES ALL THE ROMANCE JSDKKDD SO IMMA SAY SUNGHOON SINCE SHES PROLLY GNA KILL ME IF I SAYANYONE ELSE BUT ALSO IM GETTING A JAY VIBE TOO (ik …. giving up my own bias for u… that’s how u know i love u) BC JAY IS GNA GIVE U ALL THE ROMANCE U NEED!??? he’d literally plan out all the coolest most thoughtful little dates omg bye i’m jealous now—

@wonvelvet YEONIEEEE OMG THIS IS KINDA HARD SINCE WE ONLY JUST MET 😳 BUT IK U LOVE JUNGWON AND U ALR GIVE ME BFF ENERGY SO IM TOTALLY CONVINCED U GUYS WOULD HAVE THE MOST ENERGETIC ADORABLE RELO EVER?????? gotta be liek a school au where yeonie is the new kid and jungwons is the student president and he has to give u a tour and then uh oh he accidentally leads u the wrong way and now you both have detention bc turns out he’s dumb af and doesn’t know his way around the fucking school 😭😭

@twilightau i think it’s cos i read ur godly prince au series but i see u with a tall handsome prince gentleman THATS GNA TREAT U RIGHT AND FIGHT OFF OTHER SLEAZY ASS MEN 🤺🤺🤺 SUNGHOON IS OBVIOUSLY A PRINCE AND HES GNA TAKE CARE OF U SO WELL HE’LL LITEDALLY TREAT U LIKE A PRINCESS #royalty au DUH

edit: WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE I WAS THINKING AB WRITING MOOTS AND I TOTALLT FORGOT ABT MY READING BESTIES

@miiiwaa THE LOML IM HANDING OVER NERD!HEESEUNG LITERALLY CHERRY/HEE SHDKEKKFKSJX HOW CAN I NOT when i feel like ud treat him so well and give him all the reassurance he needs

@jaeyummies WHERE ARE U U WERE MY FIRST FRIEND ON TUMBLR AND NOW YOURE GONE 💔💔💔 heart been broke so many times but anyway you’re the kindest sweetest soul you’re literally my aussie bestie so duh duh duh i ship u w jakey!????????? i’ll gladly be the third wheel and we can all take trips to bunnings and muzz with the eshays on the train 💪

p.s. here’s to a year of more interaction ❤️❤️❤️ HOPEFULLY ONE DAY I CAN DO A PART TWO OR SMTH…….. hoping to get to know more people around here on engene tumblr so if you’re reading this pls don’t be afraid to reach out ☹️💓💖💞

[tenyacore]

the princess of the sea

-> royalty!au iida tenya x fem!reader

this is the literal bane of my existence. here you go, part 1 of my iida royalty au fic. very loosely inspired by raya and the last dragon and genshin impact, but you can barely tell.

IF THE KEEP READING THINGIE DOESNT WORK PLS TELL ME!! ++ there is a paragraph that gets repeated. im sorry, but every time i fix it, it happens somewhere else. idk what to do at this point. sobbing.

warnings: language. also its long and ends on a cliff hanger oops

word count: 4.8k words

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the sound of your heels hitting the shiny floors bounced off of the walls nonstop as you ran. you were a princess, one that was late to the ball being held to celebrate the alliance of four nations that had fought against one another for over a century. as you round the corner towards the banquet hall’s doors, you make eye contact with a tall, blue haired, handsome man- and then fall flat on your face.

it wasn’t often countries came together to make amends after hundreds of years of wars, attacks, and disagreements- yet here you are, making a fool of yourself in front of the prince of lupusvine, the northernmost nation. you rush to pick yourself up, muttering a quick “damn it, y/n,” whilst fluffing your dress back up to its once cloud-like form.

“are you alright? it’s y/n, no?” the man you had seen before now much closer, offering his hand out to greet you.

“are you alright? it’s y/n, no?” the man you had seen before now much closer, offering his hand out to greet you.

quick history lesson- the planet was named xenos centuries ago, by four gods. what their names were is hard to decipher; by the time humans were capable of writing and recording history, the gods had many names. there were more countries on the planet, but the most important (to you) were the four nations that were named and ruled by the four main gods, all sharing borders. ruritania, ruled by the goddess of nature, has the perfect climate for farming, raising livestock, and taking trips from the other nations. it was considered a utopia for those who liked peaceful, cottage living.

lupusvine, ruled by the god of wind, was cold. the citizens tend to be either extremely wealthy, or dead, really, as being homeless in the brutal cold would be a slow and painful death. they tend to be strict and uptight, and worship their god’s every word. ambrosia, ruled by the god of fire, on the other hand, was scorching hot most of the time. it was mostly desert, and ambrosians tend to be strong, rough, aggressive towards outsiders, yet loving towards their families.

lastly, oceania, ruled by the goddess of water. oceania, being the nation you were soon to rule, was perfect, like ruritania, hot in the summers and cold in the winters, but not unbearably so. it was the wealthiest nation, not because the rich keep getting richer, but because the nation helps and nurtures those who are struggling. it was seen as a sort of idyllic place, and because of that, the other countries often envied oceania.

one last, probably important bit, before you remember the prince of lupusvine is waiting for you to give him your hand- hybrids are common in xenos. which is why, as you stare at the prince, flustered, you barely notice the wolf ears on his head.

“it…it is y/n, correct?” he hesitates.

“oh, yes! i'm very sorry!” you put your hand in his, greeting him. “you must be tenya, prince of lupusvine!” you attempt to compose yourself while the wolf man before you reaches up to adjust your small crown as he breathes out a soft “yes.”

you blush due to how close he is and he apologizes. “sorry, but i'm sure that with the rush you were in, you wouldn’t have had the time to notice your crown was barely hanging onto your head for dear life.” he chuckles and as your eyes meet once again you freeze- you never knew why people were so wrapped up in rumors and gossip, but you had heard one a while back… that the prince of lupisvine’s eyes were as cold as ice, like the land he came from.

while whispers of his frightening gaze and sharp features may be based in truth, his eyes soaking in yours made you feel as if you were melting- the warm, relaxing smile he had contrasting his straight posture and tense shoulders.

“if you’d like, we could enter the ball together” his voice pulled you out of your trance, and as he awaited your answer you thought of all of the consequences entering together would have. your mother and sister’s worry turning into squealing, eager to have you marry the poor man was one. your father upset that you had never mentioned someone was courting you (which the prince was not doing) while he was searching for suitors was another consequence.

oh, and most importantly of all- what you two walking in together, arms linked, would do to the political state of the four nations. you were the precious princess of the sea! you were oceania’s lovely, pure heir to the throne; if anyone were to lay a hand on you they’d be dead before they could take another breath! little did they know that you had a tendency to be anything but elegant, with a foul mouth and two left feet.

and prince of lupusvine- well he… he was perfect. a respectable gentleman who gives his all to his nation, who works to make their nation a better place. the other three countries may whisper and mock; thinking him a serious, scary soon-to-be king with a devotion to law and order, but he was a far more gentle and loving prince than that. everyone in lupusvine was aware of the truth, and you, placing your hand on his arm, now also knew the truth.

“yes, i would, in fact, like that very much.” you flash him your charming smile that everyone in oceania was in love with and enter the hall together.

the consequences you had thought up in your mind paled in comparison to the reactions of everyone as you two enter. shocked expressions, gasps, and even what sounded like a glass shattering filled the room as you make your entrance and walk down the stairs. hushed tones greet you at the bottom, and as you and tenya part ways, you are greeted by the royal family of oceania- your mother, father, and sister.

“you do realize what that looks like, right?” your sister, isla, barked at you. she had a knack for showing her care and love in the worst ways possible, but you knew her words weren’t meant to instigate some sort of argument.

“no, i don't, actually.” you shrug, before your father gently grabs you by the arms

“the prince of lupusvine is no husband for my daughter, i will not allow it until i know more about that boy and what he might be scheming”

“scheming? oh for the love of our goddess, dad, i'm not going to marry him! we simply entered together” you shake his hands off of you.

your mother cut in with a huff, worsening your family’s freak out. “with how late the both of you were it looked like some sort of… surprise marriage announcement!” often, when your mother becomes flustered, or worried, her extensive, fancy vocabulary is thrown out the window.

“its like you were telling all of xenos ‘hey, look at me put my hand on this big strong rich prince oh also remember how we’re both looking for other royal families to marry into, mostly for political reasons?’” your sister rambles on, mocking your manner of speaking.

“oh, whatever, it’s not really like it matters. the four nations are allies now anyways, what’s the issue, even if i were to be seeing him?” all three of your overprotective family members scoff and walk away, clearly getting the message that their worries wont get through to you. spotting the prince again, you make your way over to him before frantically attempting to walk away as the crowd parts for you only to reveal his very serious and scary family having a discussion with him. instead of walking away towards your sister, you turn and smash face first into- actually, you don’t even realize you just walked into the prince of ambrosia, todoroki shoto, until you look up at him.

“oh my goddess, i'm so sorry” you bow at him deeply, and his father tells you not to worry about it as they continue walking towards the royal family of lupusvine. while the four nations all had their issues with each other, lupusvine and ambrosia have made deals with one another before, and oceania and ruritania were on decent terms. as king enji spoke with the king of lupusvine, shoto gave you a quick wave, before standing next to tenya rather than his father.

you’ve already just about had enough with the party when you decide it’s better for everyone if you were to just leave. you leave the ball and head to lucerne’s garden, a small garden and pond built right into the center of the castle, named after a dragon (which have all since vanished from xenos) the goddess kept as a companion. sitting at the edge of the pond, you’re lost in thought as a hand touches your shoulder.

“it’s nice to see you again, princess.” tenya’s voice just barely over a whisper as he sits next to you.

“no, you’ll get your suit dirty-” you start, before he shakes his head.

“perhaps, but the servants in your castle seem to be extraordinary at their job- i don't think i saw even a drop of water on the ground as i sat down.” he laughs, continuing to look around at the spotless scenery, none of the plants having even a speck of brown, and not one part of the ground dusty or dirty.

“well well well, and here i thought mr. prince of lupusvine was supposed to be a stickler for rules! i’d expect a ‘no sitting on the ground with your gown on!’ from you.” you smirk, messing with decorations sewn onto your dress.

“I may be a little uptight, but i don’t quite think there's a rule for sitting on the ground with a dress on..” you laugh as he trails off in thought. “is that lucerne? companion of kirai?” he asks, pointing at the statue of a dragon looming over the pond.

citizens of lupusvine tend to refer to the goddess of water as “kirai”, due to their god calling her that every time he mentioned her, as recorded on slabs from ancient times. that, along with other reasons, is why many researchers and history professors believe that the goddess of water and the god of wind were in a romantic relationship, whether permanently or just for a certain period of time. you nod and face him as he continues “i wish dragons still existed. i learned, when i was younger, that dragons went extinct due to humans.”

your eyes widen, flickering towards the statue of lucerne. “because of us?”

“yes.” he whispers, before the two of you fall into comfortable silence. soon, footsteps can be heard behind the two of you. turning around to see who is coming, you see todoroki shoto, prince of ambrosia, as well as the princess of ruritania, uraraka ochako.

“thank goodness we saw you out here! our parents are so professional and uptight at these things, it's almost suffocating.” ochako gasps the fresh air in, sitting next to you as shoto sits at a nearby bench.

“i dont get why they hate each other so much.” shoto muttered under his breath and everyone let out sighs and nods. while all of you knew the history behind the nations’ feuds and didn’t quite know each other, you four could easily bond over your general disdain for the grudges your families had towards each other.

suddenly, you picked yourself up from the ground and stared at the other three determinedly. “we should find out what happened to lucerne and the dragons! it would be so fu-”

“we already know what happened to the dragons.” shoto cuts you off

“well then what is it?” you huff, annoyed that you were cut off.

as shoto shrugged, tenya started telling the story. “the four gods gave a box each to the inhabitants of xenos and told them to not open them, even if they’re curious about what’s inside.”

“oh no, they opened the boxes” you gasp, shaking your head.

“yes, they opened the boxes. the first three boxes they opened had beautiful things we couldn't even begin to imagine the world without, so, without thinking, they opened the last box. a puff of smoke came out the box upon opening it, and then every dragon on xenos turned to stone. there’s no cure, no answers, no reason as to why the gods would do that, especially when the dragons were so loved by the humans and gods alike.”

“how cliche” shoto sighs.

“do you think the dragons can hear us?” ochako gets up, trying to get closer to touch lucerne. “lucerne, do you think i should marry izuku midoriya, from ylvern, or bakugo katsuki from angria?”

todoroki scoffs, and you note the jealous glint in his eyes. “lucerne’s not gonna come back to life to answer which royal family you should marry into” he gets up, ready to head back inside.

“speaking of marriage…. tenya, y/n, what was that entrance~?” ochako skips back to your side, crouching down.

“nothing, we just met before walking inside and decided to enter together; it's simply none of your concern” you ramble on, refusing to face either tenya or ochako, opting to stare at a lily pad floating on the water.

“oh really?” ochako squints, before getting up. “if you say so, y/n”

“yes i do say so” you nod violently, ochako humming as she walks towards shoto to walk back inside together. exchanging quiet ‘see you later’s, they leave you and tenya alone again.

“would it really be a bad idea for us to get married?” his words making you choke on air. “not like that! it was just a question!!” he flails his arms around, the two of you so very flustered.

you both collect yourself and you think for a bit before answering “i think our parents are probably just suspicious of each other, still. i mean if you think about it, you could say we’re already fated to be” you half joke, expecting more arm flailing, only to receive a hum.

“ah, you mean the theory that kirai and the god of wind were lovers?” he tilts his head.

“some even say they were married, not just lovers, tenya. what, are you suggesting we be lovers?” you joke.

another round of arm flailing passes as you laugh, before he clarifies “you know what i meant, don't act a fool. i personally believe it too, there’s plenty of evidence for it.”

you nod, agreeing with him “that, and because citizens of oceania often think i look like our goddess, and your citizens say your personality matches your god. wouldn’t you say we’re- a- match?” with each pause in between your last words you get just a bit closer before pulling away, laughing once more at his flailing arms and beet red cheeks, finding your new favorite hobby.

one last moment of silence passes as you both stare at the clock in the garden, waiting until it hit 10 to join the others back inside for a speech from the nations’ kings and queens. you stole peeks at his face, your eyes quick to flicker elsewhere when they make contact with his. a minute before it was time for the speeches you two got up and walked together, checking each other for any specks of dirt (there weren’t any, head maid marina would never allow such a thing).

you stop right before the doors, facing him with a smile on your face. “after you, mr. prince, we can't go in together after the entrance we made before.” you motion towards the door and he steps closer to you, waiting. “wha- oh” you realize what he was waiting for and nod, expecting a kiss on the cheek. what he really did, was give you a light peck on the lips, before turning away and returning to the ball.

“your majesty, if i may, i don't believe that’s an appropriate way to say goodbye to someone.” head maid marina places a hand on her hip, a clipboard tucked in between her arm and the side of her waist. she tapped her foot expectantly, brows raised as you stutter, attempting to find the right words.

“please dont tell my mom!!” you blurt, and run into the banquet hall.

“you kissed prince tenya!?” the servants in the dining room all come to a halt, turning to your family, that was supposed to be having dinner.

“ugh maid marina told you!” you put your face into your hands as your sister stifles a laugh and shrinks in her chair.

your father looks like he might explode as he yells “you WHAT?”

“to be fair!! he kissed meee~” you gushed at the thought.

“how is that supposed to make me feel at ease?!” your father stands up.

“dad sit down and eat your unseasoned roasted potatoes-” you pause to raise your voice loud enough for those in the kitchen to hear, “if head maid marina wasn’t busy gossiping about my love life maybe the potatoes would’ve come out properly seasoned!” your words earned you a light whack with a handful of napkins from said maid. “and what if i choose to marry tenya? i assure you he is up to nothing but good.”

your father shook his head. “how can i be sure of that, darling?”

“cause i really like him!! pleaaaaaaase?” you beg, putting your hands together as you give him your best puppy dog eyes. your father was visibly crushed by your strategy before he straightened up and cleared his throat.

“well, if you insist, i suppose i could send the iida family an invitation to a dinner, where we can discuss this matter more in detail.”

“this is becoming more and more like an arranged marriage by the second-” you whine.

the following days were rather uneventful; helping out maid marina as an apology for offending her potatoes, polishing the statue of lucerne (which you’ve found out is essentially lucerne’s corpse) for maid veronica since you let ochako get close to it, and reading up more on xenos’ history. eventually, the day to have dinner with the iida family came and you dreaded it, as your mother told maid marina to find and dress you in a ‘lovely, light blue dress with intricate detailing’ days beforehand.

“and just why do you like prince tenya, of all princes? why not prince shoto?” with every ‘why’ that left marina’s mouth, she pulled on your corset, tightening it.

“for the love of our holy goddess please maid marina please show me mercy” you plead.

“i did show you mercy, when i made extra of your favorite side dish because the main dish of this evening is the royal jade carp, which i know you hate with every fiber of your being” you whine at her rebuttal (and another tug at the corset) before she finally ties it off at the end.

“done. let maid veronica finish getting you ready while i finish the preparations. your future husband should be here soon.” she smooths out her uniform before leaving the room.

“this feels like an arranged marriage, y/n.” veronica sighs, readjusting your hair.

“it wasn’t supposed to be” you groan and attempt to slouch, the corset compressing your insides not allowing you to.

“well, you both seem to like each other, so at least you’ll be marrying someone you might actually grow to love” veronica shrugged, tying a bow on your dress.

“you know, you’re right, vero! it isn’t all that bad, considering some people don't have that luxury.” you smile at your new found confidence.

“oh goddess, like that poor queen of ambrosia. i heard her marriage to king enji turned sour such a long time ago yet they stayed together for political reasons, you know?”

you gasped at veronica’s words “is veronica gossiping on the job?”

veronica smacks her lips annoyed. “its small talk, young lady, not gossiping.”

you quickly made your way down the stairs and towards the dining hall before tenya and his family arrived. your sister, isla, stood at the doors, surprised to see you so dressed up. “this is a dinner to possibly discuss a marriage, not the wedding day itself” she chuckles, leading you to your seat and sitting down in front of you. “i, myself have found someone to talk to as well.”

“oh really?” you raise your eyebrows, amused.

she nods, smiling “a prince named mirio to-” the doors open and the two of you stand up to greet the iida family, led to the dining room by your parents.

“its nice to see you again” tenya greeted you with a kiss to your hand as the rest of your families mingled. you all ate, discussed feelings over the nations becoming allies and you and tenya’s plans for the future.

“wanna see something?” you grab tenya’s hand after the dinner ended, the rest of your family deciding to continue to chat away as you showed tenya around the castle.

you lead him to your room, and as he starts to stutter, telling you “perhaps this step can wait? a bit?” you shake your head.

“that’s not why i’m bringing you in here, but i like the way you’re thinkin” you tease, before stopping in front of a tank.

“is that an axolotl?” tenya gasps, his free hand gently pressing against the glass.

“yes, that’s pudding.” you nod, before leading him over to another tank. “and this is noodle, she’s an oceanian black kingsnake.”

“you like snakes?” he questioned you.

“not really, but when i found her in lucerne’s garden she was in pretty bad condition. she took a liking to me so i just toughed it out and took her in.” you shrug, before leading him to your bed.

once again objecting to any dirty things you’d try to do to him, you stop him. “first of all, i wouldn't do anything you aren't comfortable with, and second, that's not why i brought you here, okay? now this little man right here is nugget!” you lift one of the many blankets on your bed to reveal a tiny, black poodle with long legs. “and thiiiiis,” you move to another side of your bed “is pepper!” a white cat’s face peeks out of the blankets it's piled under, reaching a paw out to greet the prince before returning to its sleep hole.

“i didn't expect you to be such an animal lover.” he says on your walk back to the dining hall.

“it isn’t really that i'm an animal lover, the axolotl was a gift from an organization that keeps endangered animals safe after i made a large donation. the other three were strays that the maids found in lucerne’s garden. something about the lucerne draws animals to her.” you shrug, pondering what might be the reason animals were often found in the garden. Something that you had noticed before but never fully paid attention to was the way tenya’s tail wagged when you two were alone. during both the ball and dinner his tail was stiff and straight, as if he was making an active effort to not draw attention to it. it was nice to know that he didn’t care much about little things like that alone with you.

it was still a bit frustrating how quickly your families wanted you two to get to know each other and get married. while dating for civilians can last many years before even mentioning marriage, sometimes royals have all their wedding preparations read before their first meeting.

“at least we enjoy each others’ presence.” tenya’s words cut through your cluttered mind.

“what?” you blurt, and he laughs softly.

“at least we like each other, you know? we could’ve been forced to marry snooty, arrogant people. instead we get to be somewhat forcefully married to each other.”

“it’s almost like you can read my mind” you suggest jokingly, before leading him to sit down for more quiet time together. “it sucks that we’re being rushed into things, but we can go at our own pace, even if we may be wife and husband while we’re still just going on our first few dates.” he nods at your words with a smile, sighing before getting up, with his hand in yours, to head back inside the dining room.

“you’re getting married to the prince of angria? oh poor thing” various princesses reacted to ochako’s words, wishing her luck on her marriage to bakugo katsuki, another prince.

“it's not all that bad!” she reasoned with them, only for them to disagree.

“not all that bad? the boy’s got anger issues and will probably be a terrible ruler! oh sweet girl he’s going to ruin you, and not in the good way.” some random princess teases. you were currently at a tea party being held in ruritania, by the princess, ochako. you noticed the way her shoulders lowered at their words, each time they insulted him only making her more upset.

“you never know, perhaps he’s actually nice if you get to know him. besides, it isn't our place to judge, seeing as most of us have rather terrible fiancées as well.” you comment, drinking your tea. you notice the smile growing on ochako’s face, a small, silent thank you for sticking up for her.

“of course you’d know about terrible fiancées, soon-to-be mrs. tenya iida” the fiancée of prince sero (oh, poor poor sero) laughs out.

“and i'm sure prince sero knows a lot about terrible fiancées as well.” you insult back.

“did you see the face she made after you said that?!” ochako giggled as you two were walking to her room. the tea party finished rather quickly after your response to princess ophelia’s insult had her running out in rage.

“that’s what she gets. i mean come on, she’s one to talk about me having a terrible fiancée when she is a terrible fiancée” you shrug, the grin on your face slowly forming as you hold in a laugh. “i can’t believe you and bakugo are getting married though! i thought that your parents would surely choose midoriya of ylvern!”

“well, ylvern’s nice n all, and i'm sure midoriya’s absolutely wonderful-” there was the tiniest bit of yearning in her voice when speaking of the prince. “-but angria has more resources. its a better choice in almost every aspect except for the fact that it’s bakugo katsuki that i'm marrying.” she realized what she said and shook her head quickly “no, i'm going to be optimistic! i know everything will turn out fine, and my marriage to him will end up being a better idea.”

“you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, ‘chako.” you sit on her bed and watch as her cheeks grow redder and redder

“no! i’m! not! don’t do that y/n!” she pouts “i was one hundred percent supportive when you announced you’d marry tenya!”

“and i'm thankful for that-” you raise your hands up in your defense.

“so don't tease me about my marriage!” you laugh, patting her shoulder

“okay, okay, relax!” huffing, you and ochako continue to talk the night away; about marriage, wedding preparations, and anything else you two could think of.

as the days go by, you see more of tenya, each time falling in love with him more and more. you also see ochako more, meeting her fiancée bakugo, and more of todoroki, who’s been spending much of his time rejecting princesses and enjoying the presence of the prince of ylvern, midoriya. one of the worst days was the day your mothers dress was modified to your size and changed to be more modern, head maid marina threatening to poke you as she sewed if you didn't stop slouching. the worst day, however, was the day maid veronica, maid marina, and maid yalani sat with you and talked about what would happen on your wedding night (goddess have mercy on your soul, they thought you didn’t know a thing about sex).

but, as preparations went on, and as you spent time with tenya, you couldn’t be happier. he caught you whenever you fell, which happened many times while learning dances, and he laughed with you whenever everyone else found you unladylike, like when you spit out food while trying to figure out what would be served to the guests, not realizing what you had tasted was made with your least favorite food, royal jade carp. he was traditional, strict, yet had a soft side to him that took you step by step through everything, never failing to whisper compliments in your ear or reassure you that you’re doing great.

everything was perfect, every effort made filled with love and pure intentions, every moment nothing less than a beautiful experience, until the night before the wedding, when everything took a sharp turn for the worst.

[thatotherfooltheycallweaver]

Another test

A completely different fic that im working on

Tuesday afternoons are always oddly slow, regardless of the location Cordelia found herself in. Earlier that morning, her brother had asked her to take on the role of his receptionist for a few days, as the woman who usually worked at the front desk of his office was unable. She sat at the desk, reorganizing papers out of complete boredom. Men had been coming in and out all day, but she felt like there was nobody she could talk to. She was more than happy to help whenever she was needed, but it was, in her mind, ridiculous that there was nothing to do. With a sigh, she tapped her fountain pen against the loose papers--schedules, notes, and other things--it almost took on a pointillistic look on the page. She leaned on the desk before noticing that her hair was a bit of a mess and started trying to pin stray strands back into place--she knew she should have been more careful when she was doing her hair that morning. She hated having her it pinned up, but attempted to be more professional, for her brother’s sake. She had heard rumors of a baronet all the way from England--she couldn’t remember if they had specified from where in that country--would be visiting Buffalo for the time being. A baronet, no less. That title was uncommon enough to warrant questions, as nobody she spoke to understood exactly what it meant. She made it a point to ask her friend, Edith, later--she would likely know. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door open and shut. A tall man dressed in all black walked in, carrying a wooden case. The only other visible color on him was the silver chain of a pocket watch. He removed his top hat as he approached the desk, revealing short, dark, slicked-back hair under it. His eyes met hers for a moment and he smiled.

“Good afternoon, miss. I’m looking for a Mr. Baker. I have an appointment, though I suspect I’m a bit early.” Cordelia looked through the papers to find if there was something written down. “It’s for Thomas--ah, I’ve a card, my apologies.” He took a piece of paper out of his pocket. Printed across it, in neat black ink, was the name ‘Sir Thomas Sharpe’ and the title of Baronet under it. She had no idea how accurate the rumors would have been, but each of them mentioned he was attractive. They were inaccurate, as none of them could accurately capture how handsome the gentleman before her truly looked. Though tempted to keep him in the lobby until it was time for him to go back to speak to her brother for answers--she was curious, wanting to know more about him--she decided against it.

“My brother wouldn’t mind if you went back early, actually. If you’re ready to, of course.”

“Really?” He asked, a bit surprised. “Yes, miss, I am ready. Where do I go?”

“I can show you.” She stood, deciding against prying for information and resigning to interrogating her brother later--she didn’t want to risk seeming nosy or inconsiderate. “My name is Cordelia Baker. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Baker.” He nodded with a smile. They reached the end of the hall and she knocked on the doorway.

“I’ll be right there.” A voice from within called.

“I wish you the best of luck.” She looked at Thomas, smiling.

“Thank you.” His eyes met hers for a moment. “I might just need it.”

“I have full confidence that everything will go well for you.” There was a look in his eyes; as if he was unused to warm smiles and genuine words with no hope of recompense--no cynicism or idle words. He was unsure, for the moment, if it was how America simply operated...or if she was one of those rare, kind souls. The type that would set him free from all the horrors, all the burdens--he pushed the thoughts away from his mind, reassuring himself that he needed to take things one step at a time. Thomas brushed off his coat in an attempt to make himself at least feel more presentable. The door opened, and a man a little shorter than the Baronet was standing there. He had strawberry blonde hair and was wearing a blue shirt with a tawny vest over it.

“Sir Sharpe.” He held out his hand to the dark-haired man. “I’m Anthony Baker. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” Thomas shook his hand. “Thank you for agreeing to see me, I truly appreciate it.” He let go, the shorter of the two opening holding the door to his office open, motioning for him to follow. Cordelia left, wanting to give them privacy if they wanted.

“Please, just call me Anthony.” He said with a smile, gesturing to the chair. “I don’t know what you plan, but do make yourself comfortable.” Thomas found it odd. Other investors had not been anywhere near as considerate, or kind. He did not understand it, but he wasn’t going to waste such an opportunity.

“I have a model. May I?” He asked, gesturing to the box.

“Of course.” Again, much to his surprise, Anthony actually picked up some of the papers and things to make a bit more room for him to work. He was ready to take notes and already seemed interested. As if he was half-expecting the redhead to change his mind, the baronet quickly set the small model up, taking the jar and box that was inside. The man across from him watched, allowing him to concentrate. Taking a breath, he did his best to steady his sudden nerves.

“The Sharpe clay mines have been royal purveyors of the purest scarlet clay since 1796. In its liquid form, it is so rich in ore and so malleable that it can produce the strongest bricks and tiles.” He gestured to the jar, left of the machine model.

“May I?” Anthony asked, gesturing to the smaller wooden box with a clay tile in it. Thomas nodded. “I've never seen anything that vibrant a shade of red in my life.” He mused, letting him continue explaining.

“Excessive mining in the last 20 years has caused most of our old deposits to collapse. This is a clay harvester of my own design. It transports the clay upwards as it digs deep.” He turned the machine on. “I have absolutely no doubt this machine will revolutionize clay mining as we know it.” Anthony looked at the machine, amazed.

“This is very impressive.” Thomas looked up, a bit caught off-guard, unused to compliments. Now he had to wonder if it was those two siblings, or it was the country.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Have you had a chance to test it, full-scale?”

“Not yet, but we’re very close. We’re hoping that with funding, it will work. I've built the harvester on my estate, but more parts would be needed to keep it running smoothly.” He explained.

“Of course, of course, my apologies. Do you happen to have schematics? Sketches?” He asked. “I would like to look into this more before I make a decision. I believe it will take a bit of time. Research and all that, I hope you understand.” Thomas nodded, a little surprised he got this far.

“Of course.” He nodded, grabbing a folder from the case. “I have everything right here.” He handed it over--inside were schematics, other information that would hopefully be useful.

“This is genuinely impressive--I apologize for repeating. It's just so well designed.” Anthony smiled for a moment. “I will have to look into it, though I can't make any promises.”

“I understand. It is a bit risky but I wholeheartedly believe it's worth it.”

“I will do what I can to respond quickly. How long are you still staying in Buffalo?"

“I believe we are--my sister and I--staying until autumn. I’m unsure of the exact dates. My sister hasn’t told me anything, yet.” Anthony nodded.

“Well, I can at least guarantee it won't take that long to get an answer.” He chuckled softly. “I'm sorry to cut this short, but I do thank you for being here.” He stood. “It was nice to meet you. I'll have my sister…” He said that as if trying to show a bit of solidarity, or they at least had something in common. “...show you out." As if on cue, there was a rhythmic knock, a code of sorts. He got up and opened it. Cordelia was there. Thomas felt a little less uncomfortable...something about her, something about the way she carried herself.

“I swear I wasn't eavesdropping,” It was honest, but she was a bit nervous about how it came across. She pulled on her sleeve, letting out a soft snicker. “I just came by to drop off some letters for you. Including one from a certain Miss Cushing." She teased Anthony, who blushed a bit in embarrassment.

“Had it not been for witnesses…” He hissed. “I’ll trade you. Would you please show Sir Sharpe out?”

“Do I have to give you the letters?” He gave her a look and she handed them over, begrudgingly. Not that she didn’t want to spend the time with Thomas, she just wanted to see Anthony’s reaction.

“Shall I leave anything here for you to examine further?”

“No, thank you; if you want to take it, please do.” Thomas nodded, packing up the machine and carefully stowing the jar and box.

“Thank you for your time, sir.”

“And thank you for yours.” Anthony smiled, looking over his notes. The baronet looked at Cordelia with a soft smile. Her presence was almost comforting, in a way, he couldn’t quite explain it. She shut the door behind them both.

“Hello.” She greeted as she began to lead him back to the lobby. “How did it go?” She asked gently.

“I believe it went well--at least it seemed to.” He looked at her, tilting his head slightly. “Your brother is much kinder than others I’ve gone to.” He mused, finding the situation rather refreshing, in a way.

“Anthony loves listening to people talk, and their ideas. And from the look at the machine I got when you were putting it back in the case, it was rather interesting.” The comment caught Thomas off-guard. He wouldn’t have guessed a lady like her would have found his clay harvester fascinating. There was a level of intrigue they both felt, curiosity between strangers. The tall Englishman who dressed in dark clothing and spoke with a gentle elegance she was unfamiliar with; the American woman in rich lavender who took an interest in his work, unprovoked, not to just be polite--each unusual to the other, and yet it felt captivating. “So...you've got an accent. English, right?” She asked. “Sorry, I don’t know many people from Europe…”

“No, no, Miss Baker, you don’t need to apologize. I don’t mind answering...though I suppose others will have the same questions, no doubt.” He looked at her with a small smile. “I am from England.”

“Is it nice there?” She asked, looking up at him with a curious smile.

“Where I’m from, it’s rainy and dark in some of the most beautiful ways.” He smiled at her, finding the curiosity endearing. “Not like Buffalo.”

“It sounds beautiful, really.” She smiled, listening intently. Cordelia definitely loved his accent, though she knew there was more to him than what everyone else might care to ask about. High society had a tendency to gloss over personality, beyond the obvious and surface level. “I’ve always wanted to go to England. Everyone I know who’s been there speaks highly of it.” He looked over, a little intrigued. Her smile felt...reassuring, in a way. Her curiosity was almost comforting.

“I think everyone should go to London at least once in their life. It’s quite amazing--the art, architecture…” He looked over. “Perhaps I could be the one to show you, someday.” She looked over, unable to tell if he was subtly flirting, or if he was just being kind. She didn’t know if she was misinterpreting things.

“How could I possibly refuse an offer like that?” She looked over. “If you want, I could show you around Buffalo...make things even?” The idea of spending time with her was inexplicably something he wanted--no, needed. He was drawn to her, he needed to find out more about her. The fact that she would even suggest that she’d give him a tour was astonishing--nobody else he met up until then had brought it up.

“That sounds like a fair deal. I would love that, actually.” He admitted with a smile--it made her blush faintly. It was unexplainable...she had no idea how this man had an effect on her already. They reached the lobby, the door in sight. The soft evening light started filtering in through the glass.

“You know...I’m hosting a party on Friday night--this Friday…” She got irritated with herself, internally, wondering if she was embarrassing herself by talking too much. “...if you would be interested, you are more than welcome there.”

“Really?” He sounded a bit stunned. “I would very much enjoy that. Would it be alright if my sister came along with me? I’d hate to leave her out.”

“If she wants to, of course she can.” She looked at him with a soft smile.

“Well, that’s great.” He smiled back, brightly. “Until then, Miss Baker?”

“I’m already looking forward to it, Sir Sharpe.” He took his hat, putting it on and chuckling softly as he left. With him gone, she sighed. There was something about him that she couldn’t describe. Cordelia immediately set off to bother Anthony for information. She knocked on the door and opened it. Her brother had a completely smitten look as he was reading over the letter. “So...how’s Edith?” She teased, amused.

“She’s fine.” He muttered, closing the letter and putting it on top of the papers.

“Have either of you told the other, yet?”

“No. Stop asking.” He looked at her, half-glaring. “And don’t ask about the baronet. I’m not giving you anything, yet.”

“Fine, fine.” She shook her head. “Then I’ll get back to planning the party.”

“Alright. Have fun.”

[hellbubu]

Did any of you care/like I'm handsome, tall, and rich?

I absolutely adore and love this fic, but it takes quite a bit of time to get a chapter done. And it feels like no one likes/reads it.

I know I should write for myself. There are plenty of times where I do. I have many fics that I wrote because I wanted to have fun.

But those fics were quicker and easier to write. Those were mostly crack fics or shorter fics in general.

I think about this fic and my series You're My Celeb Celeb Celeb Celeb Celeb. These take quite a bit of time, but I love and adore them. But I feel like I'm wasting my time because next to no one reads.

[unexpectedcronchiness]

part 10 of drabbles from the chat my dudes i love wolfstar

Big thanks to @remusjohnblack-fics for the idea and premise and sorry in advance for the bad french

remus knew that it could have been worse. "Bonjour", the word said in an aristocratic scrawl on his collar bone. Since he could begin even thinking about his soulmate he had decided that he would not be ignorant and that he would know everything there was to know about the language and country. but still, could remus ever visit france then? I mean it's hello, everybody says hello. if he were to go to france would it be the first person he'd see? Maybe that was what needed to happen? so he put it off, and continued his learning from afar. 

By 18 remus was an expert in everything french and decided it was time to meet his soulmate so he enrolled in a french university and hopefully that would be that. Tonight however, he didn't have to worry about any of that. It was his going away dinner with his family, and that was all that mattered. They were in a small, cheesy french restaurant that his parents had picked out ("you'll be able to eat good french food everyday darling, we won't, indulge us.") they were waiting for their waiter, the smells of fresh bread wafting throughout the restaurant. Finally the young man had shown up and, well, damn, to put it simply. Sometimes remus wished he hadn't decided to save everything for his soulmate (as many did, but others chose to experiment to see what they liked or to make their future soul mate happy) because when he saw the tall, aristocratic, silver eyed, raven haired waiter, he could feel himself flushing. His soulmate wouldn't look like that, he thought, a tinge of sadness lurking through him. Waving that odd thought away he turned his attentions back to the present. The waiter, sirius black, his name tag said. His handwriting was pretty, and a little familiar, wait-

"Bonjour" remus gaped, and his collarbone tingled, no,no, no way at all- "Welcome to bon voyage hunger, ill be your waiter for the evening, sorry for the wait..." his parents were listening happily, why should they be doing any different, he hadn't shared what his tattoo said, they just knew it was something french. And the way he said it, in the thickest faux french accent that only a british man could do and it all set remus off

"J'ai appris l'intégralité de la langue française, la culture française pour être putain de gentil et il s'avère que votre britannique et vous venez de valser ici" Bonjour "bonjour mon cul c'est de la connerie juste ici-"

(("I learned the entirety of the french language, french culture to be fucking nice and it turns out your british and you just waltz in here "Bonjour" hello my ass, this is some fuckery right here-"))

the waiter-sirius- gasped, and gripped his hand, and then started laughing, with an amused glint in his eyes. "well thats one mystery solved then" He grinned and continued "on dirait que nous avons eu la même idée, quelques faux français nous sommes" in flawless french

((looks like we had the same idea, a couple of fake frenchies we are))

remus flushed, he had not expected him to understand him, much less reply and oh god this was ridiculous they had both learned french to answer the other that had learned french just to answer- this was so confusing

remus's parents heads were whipping back and forth between the two of them, know something had just happened while also not knowing why their son had blown up at the poor waiter

"puis-je le voir ... votre marque qui est... voir voici la mienne" sirius whispered, pulling off his gloves

(can i see it... your mark that is... see here's mine)

sirius held his hand out for remus to read and sure enough, in remus's loopy sloppy cursive there was his paragraph. the words looks so small and bunched together and remus couldn't help but feel a little guilty

Remus nodded, slowly he took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and slid it over to the side just enough to make out the word.

Remus's parents gasped understanding what had just happened

Sirius gazed appreciatively over remus's collar, and then he looked up and caught remus's eyes. "so" he said breaking the silence finally and slid into the booth next to remus "my name's sirius black, obviously." he gestured to his name tag and in general. "what's yours darling?"

darling? remus thought, that was rather forward he sniffed. then he sighed because no it wasn't. "it's remus, remus lupin." then he added "snookums" dryly and deadpan, just for good measure.

sirius laughed at this "oh gods you're better than i ever hoped" this caused remus to blush "How can you say that we've only known eachother a period of practically 15 minutes that's ridiculous-" sirius cut him off "I'm an excellent judge of character, pudding" he smirked and popped the p on pudding, close to remus's ear. remus couldn't help it, he shivered, and blushed, looking away. sirius noticed this reaction and grinned to himself, obviously pleased but then he looked nervous "Besides, we've got the rest of our lives to prove my point...right?"

"well of course-" remus began but then the impact of sirius's words hit him

"y-yes" he said softly after a brief paus

someone cleared their throat

oh, whoops

mr lupin was looking slightly shook, but mrs. lupin was highly amused and she continued "well remus, i think we'll leave the two of you to talk then"

they got up and left "but- wa-wait" he protested meekly

"afraid of being alone with me then?" sirius joked, but remus could tell he was nervous that that was the truth.

"no" remus elaborated after gathering himself "not at all, pookie. It's just this was supposed to be our goodbye meal before i left for university in paris and-" "oh shit i shouldn't have interrupted maybe they're still outside we can go get them and wait did you say going to paris-" oh whoops remus thought again "nonono its ok, i mean you're my bloody soulmate, they understand and uh yeah, paris-" "oh thank god that's such a relief i had no idea how i was going to break it to you i was moving to paris for university either, thats a relief" sirius cut in, a weight lifted off his shoulders

then sirius added "muffin" for good measure

remus couldn't help it, he laughed, he laughed at the whole thing, it was rather ridiculous, he found his soulmate in a restaurant called "bon voyage hunger" and he didn't speak french and they had already dove head first into pet names and he was gorgeous and seemed like a genuinely good person, it was just too much

"ahem, so what university are you going t-o...in -pa-paris" remus started to say after he had gathered himself but started stuttering as he turned to look at sirius who was staring at remus with such an intense fondness that remus couldn't help but blush again. god dammit he'd practically spent the whole night with his newfound soulmate blushing and stuttering.

"hmm, oh um Paris college of art, i want to be a sculptor" "th-the paris college of art? you're serious" sirius grinned goofily at this and said "why yes, yes i am, pleased to meet you" remus groaned but continued "so am i, i want to study art though im not sure which area specifically yet, they're all so interesting and fun and i love them all theres too many but i don't have the money to major in literally everything and each of them convey emotions in such a different way and i just-"

remus was aware that he had started rambling but stopped when he felt a soft tentative hand on his

"that's bloody excellent remus, really" and then he looked nervous again. he seemed to constantly be switching between confident and apprehensive yet remus found it endearing. "and uh" he coughed, "you don't have to worry about money, i mean if you want you could study everything for the rest of your life and we could live, well uh, lavishly to say the least, um im kind of bloody rich i guess...." he trailed off, clutching remus's hand

"did-did you just offer to be my sugar daddy?” remus could not believe it

sirius laughed "not intentionally,and i prefer the term, caring supportive spouse to be , maybe to sugar daddy?"

"spouse to be, you're rather confident aren't you"

"i'm not saying we have to get married or anything im just-" "oh gods you already have a ring don't you" "-no!" "YOU DO" "no i doN"T" remus felt a surge of confidence and dug his hand into sirius coat pocket. sirius yelped at remus who was now practically on his lap "damn remus we're in a restaurant im not big int exh-" "aha found it!" remus pulled out a silver ring case and handed it to sirius "if you're going to propose to me, you better do it full on" this time it was sirius's turn to stutter and blush

"it wasn't supposed to be an engagement ring more like an uh" he trailed off, clearly embarrassed. Remus couldn't resist teasing him "oh, so you don't want to get married to me" he pouted, just a little "Oh gods no i want to marry you so bad i just didn't know if you would so it's it's more like a promise ring maybe?" that stopped remus in his tracks

sirius greatfully took the pause to gather himself and got on one knee "Remus lupin, shit i don't know if you're supposed to get on your knee for a promise ring, i don't know if im proposing or just- shit just,  i promise to be yours, do you want to be mine?"

"oui vous beau salaud" (yes you handsome bastard)

"but i refuse to get officailly married at 18, so you're just going to have to wait and sit your pretty little ass back down" sirius's smile glowed as he said "I would wait eternity and back for you remus"

THE END

[pynkhues]

can i in like, a very chill, no pressure kinda way ask about when you think you'll update any fics? all the bts talk that you do (im embarrassed to say how often i check your 'my fic' tag) had me super excited about all fics you're working on!!!

Hi! Thank you! You’re totally making me blush, haha, and it’s no pressure at all. It’s always so nice to hear people want to read my writing! :-) I have four things at the moment which are literally so close to being finished it’s ridiculous, but I keep bouncing between them, so they’re all just inching forwards instead of actually, y’know. Getting done, haha. Those are Two Shoes (S3! Beth and Rio do some undercover dancing!), Blue Moon (my very late prompt-a-thon fill about Ruby), Stupid Cupid (C&C Valentines fic) annnnd the first chapter of What the Sea Wants, the Sea Will Have aka the pirate!AU. 

Slightly less close (but also close!) are the last parts of Cross Your Fingers and the second part of See You in the Light. 

I’m hoping to get one or two of these up over the next few days? But I feel like I’ve been saying that for a couple of weeks at this point, haha, so yes. Something will be up soon, but I’m just not quite sure how soon ‘soon’ is unfortunately. 

In the mean time, if you like, you can have the first scene of the pirate!AU? 

(It’s p long, so I’ve popped it behind a cut :-) )

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Lady Elizabeth Boland is of half a mind to retire to her chambers, despite the early hour, when she notices her grandmother’s vase is missing from the buffet in the receiving hall.

It’s enough to make her pause, tilt her head to the side, her hand dropping to her waist as she walks towards the thing, letting her gaze cover every conspicuous inch of it. She takes in the lace runner and the baluster brass candle sticks, the curved crystal regulator clock and the pink glass oil lamp bottle, but alas.

Not so much as a fractured shard of her grandmother’s vase.

“Benjamin,” she calls, her eyes fixed still on the buffet, willing any annoyance away. She really shouldn’t distract her sweet nephew from his studies, but the fact of the matter is that this is not an isolated incident.

Two weeks ago, it had been her grandfather’s cufflinks she’d intended for Kenneth, disappeared from her jewellery box, and then only the other evening it had been the cradle gifted to her upon the birth of her first daughter from an associate of her lord husband’s. The latter, she hoped at least, would not be missed, for with four children already tucked upstairs in their beds, Beth prayed nightly her anticipating days were over.

“Benja - - !”

A blond head pops out over the bannister above her, and Beth jumps only briefly, dropping her hand to her chest.

“Oh, there you are! You startled me!”

“Sorry, Aunt Beth,” he hums, looking curiously down at her from the second floor. He’s still dressed in his smart little suit from school – a pressed, blue slack with a woollen vest, his brogues neatly polished and sticking out to overhang her through the bannister rails. “Are you okay?”

Making a small noise of affirmation, Beth gestures with her free hand to the buffet in front of her, hoping Benjamin can see well enough from above.

“Your great grandmother’s vase is gone. You wouldn’t happen to know if Kenneth or Daniel had anything to do with it, would you?”

“Are you asking me to inform on my cousins, aunty?” Benjamin asks with a grin, and Beth can’t help but smile back, trying to school her look into something a little more innocent.

“Never. I’m simply asking my favourite nephew a question.”

“I’m your only nephew,” he replies wryly, before shrugging up above her. “Besides, if they did, they probably deserve to get away with it. I hadn’t seen either of them before supper. Kenneth was out at Lord Milson’s until then, and Daniel and Miss Emma were practicing the duet they’re performing at your lord husband’s salon next month. I could hear them the whole while, even through the wall.”

Beth turns the thought over in her head. Jane hadn’t been out of her sight the entire afternoon either, so it couldn’t have been her youngest. She bites the inside of her cheek, training her ear just enough she hears the cook maid packing away the crockery in the kitchen, the clip of trotting horses and the gristly roll of carriage wheels on the road outside of here, but no other footsteps above her, nor any hint that her children lay awake and conspiring. She drops her hands to her hips, glancing back up at Benjamin above her.    

“Is your mother home?”

He shakes his head no.

“She went out with Mr. Brown a few hours ago. She said they had to pick something up.”

And right, Beth thinks, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She knows exactly what that means. As if her sister hadn’t disgraced the Marks’ already slighted name enough with having Benjamin out of wedlock (a bastard – the fact of it had practically killed their mother – not that their mother had exactly been a model of virtue either, but still), she insisted on making a mockery of the Boland name too by engaging in such indiscretions beneath Beth’s very own roof.

She huffs out a breath.

“Well, I guess the matter will have to wait until morning, won’t it?”

Benjamin nods in agreement, but waits until Beth’s formal dismissal to disappear back into his bedroom, and well. It’s not long until Beth’s moving to her own, up the stairs and down the hall, ringing the bell for the maid to attend her in the process.

It likely has been broken, she thinks. The vase.

If not through the children, then through Annie, or perhaps one of the servants. Likely a simple accident – a knock against the buffet, enough to wobble it and leave it shattered against the floor of the receiving hall, but - -

The cufflinks, she reminds herself.

And the cradle.

Beth frowns, stepping into her bedroom and sitting down at her dresser. She removes her delicate golden earrings, her treasured pearl necklace, the pins that fasten her hair up in its curls, laying them each gently in the hollow of her jewellery box – the small, carved rosewood chest being one of the few things she’d brought with her when Dean had wed her near twenty years ago. It had been a blessing, that much she’d known even then, or rather, not so much a blessing, but a mutually beneficial match.

The Boland’s had been new money after all – Mr. Boland Sr. having thrived in the business of horse carriages, custom designing some of such quality and innovation, he had risen social ranks with unheard of haste, and it hadn’t been long before talk flooded town of the eligibility of his tall, strong and handsome son. He’d had some uncouthness of course, everyone knew that, but the promise was that that could be trained out of him with the right wife, and a good, old family, and - - well.

The Marks’ had been a family in decline, hadn’t they? Their wealth so whittled away by bad investments and her father’s penchant for gambling, although one still – at the time at least – of strong social standing and honour. When Mr. Boland Sr. had spotted Beth, still just sixteen, at a soiree at Lady Hazel’s, and proposed the match, her father had insisted they could do better, but her mother, bitter even then, had known they couldn’t hope to.

Beth glances down at her gaudy wedding ring, twisting it on her finger, wondering if perhaps she could get away with removing it – if only for an hour or two, when Dorothy appears in her doorway.

“You rang, ma’am?”

Quickly moving her hands, Beth gestures behind her to the back of her dress, rising steadily to her feet in the process. Picking up on the cue as she always does, Dorothy crosses the master bedroom – passing the large, four poster bed, soft gold chaise, the ottoman, Dean’s locked cabinet – to Beth’s spot at her dresser, her aging fingers making quick work of unhooking each little eyelet on the back of Beth’s gown.

The cool fall air chills her skin, nipping above her many petticoats before slipping below as Dorothy pulls them off and puts them aside, the stiffer ones and the softer, then the bustle, before finding the laces of her corset and making as quicker work as she can. Beth swallows in a rich, full breath as the thing loosens, her ribs singing in gratitude, her waist softening too sweetly as Dorothy finally pulls it off too.

Leaving Beth in just her chemise, stockings, garter and drawers, Dorothy takes a step back, finding Beth’s robe from the closet, draping it over her, before tilting her head, directing her out into the hall.

“We’ve rest the bath in front of the fire, my lady,” Dorothy tells her, and Beth nods. Now that the season has started to chill, it’s best to bathe before the larger fire in the library instead of in her and Dean’s chambers. She allows Dorothy to lead her out, unable to quite help peering into each of the children’s rooms as she passes, catching their little forms curled in each of their little beds, their soft snores and snuffles barely audible over the crackle of the fire in the distance and the slosh of the water the servants are pouring into the tub.

Dorothy closes the door to the library, and Beth sucks in a warm breath, dropping her robe from her shoulders and feeling her nipples pebble beneath the brisk fall air. She slips out of the last of her clothes, and down into the portable tub, exhaling as the languid water engulfs her.

“Will that be all for now?” Dorothy asks, and Beth blinks over at her, the steam through the dark briefly ensnaring the other woman. She should ask her about the vase, Beth thinks, but then perhaps not. She’d asked after the cuff links and the cradle after all, and much more interrogation could lead to unhappiness amongst the staff. Annie had told her stories after all, of other houses, where servants spat in food or dropped hems from dresses, and Dorothy hadn’t seemed to know anything about the other things anyway.

But of course, there was the other question.

Beth clutches at the rim of the tub, tilting up her chin as she clears her throat.

“Has Lord Boland sent word of when we might expect him home tonight?”

A pause.

Beth looks, breath caught, and Dorothy wrings her hands.

“No, my lady.”

And well.

Beth waves out her own hand, dismissing her.

[aesheartbreakers]

sub business man! johnny x dominatrix! reader.

literally came up with this randomly. warning: humiliation kink, bondage, reader is semi sadistic and johnny is a masochist. also this is kinda like a fic because it has way more details.

you knew today was going to be an interesting day at your job but then again when was it not?

today a new client had demanded a 5 hour session. which meant he would be paying her 300 for every hour that passed.

you changed into a pink latex leotard where your cleavage peeked out, giving an illusion that'd make any man dizzy.

you added white patent leather knee high boots with extra sharp heels on the bottom.

your gloves matched your boots while your hot pink hair was slicked back into a high ponytail.

while waiting on him you arranged all the toys and ropes in the order that you wanted to use them.

finally he came in and as you expected he was a pathetic business man like all the others you've had before. ‘he's probably married and has like 3 kids’

but something was different about him. he seemed to be happy to be here and you didn't see a ring on his finger either.

most men that came here were married and had kids and were super depressed for no reason.

maybe he was one of those who had too much money to function and just wanted someone else in control.

anyways you snap out of your daze and look at him. he holds his hand out and looks at you expectantly.

you shake his hand and he just stares at you.

“ well mr. seo what brings you here?”

“as a man and a ceo who gets anything he wants sometimes i just don't want things handed to me on a silver platter. can you do that for me miss? make me plead, beg, cry.”

the way he looked at you only showed how serious he actually was. you cleared your throat not expecting to hear such a blunt response.

“well then um let's get started.”

and there it was that damn smile again.

you ordered him to undress and so he did.

you took your time admiring his slightly toned tummy and thick thighs.

you immediately knew what you were going to do first and that was to tie him up.

it took a little bit of effort but the thick pink rope was tied securely around his body, a ball gag adding to how pretty he looked.

your walked around him with a black leathery whip in hand, lightly touching his body all over with it. he watched your every movement, cock slightly hard.

you bent down in front of him and flicked his cock, small muffled whimpers emitting from his mouth. it stood up fully after you repeated the action a couple of times.

“oh someone's a masochist.”.

you grinned and stroked him a couple of times, his cock leaking out mass amounts of precum. “aw my little bitch is so wet for me.” you cooed as you squeezed his base a couple of times making johnny drool.

out of all your clients he seemed to be impressive so far. he was young, rich, tall, handsome, fit and he had a big cock. something you could definitely work with.

johnny nodded his head while trying to get some friction but the ropes quickly stopped him from trying to move at all.

getting bored of that since now you know how responsive he is, you got the wand vibrator and this you were super excited about.

fumbling around a bit you turned the switch on and held it just a little bit above the head, watching his cock eagerly move towards the pleasure. you giggled and did it again seeing how it had a mind of its own.

“im truly amazed.”

you stood up and slowly put the vibrator up to his already hard buds from the temperature in the room. you heard him groan as more drool fell onto the floor besides you. you tsked and cleaned the floor + his mouth with a finger wave of disapproval.

“if baby can't keep it in then he doesn't get to cum.”

at that johnny almost fucking whined because he was so close in a matter of only a couple of minutes but he didn't want to disappoint his mistress and make her upset...

like or reblog this if you want more. regardless im stiLL gonna make a part two but im just lazy rn.

[loverknj]

Boyfriend!Bangtan (Kim Seokjin)

A/N: hi loves! thank you so much for all the love on my bf yoongi post, i honestly expected only like 10 notes but you guy showered me with so much love and for that, i’m forever grateful ♡ so, as you guys requested, here’s another bf bangtan hehehe 

Every au or fic I read always displays him as the one who always cooks, does house chores and takes care of the boys

Basically the doting mother figure who doesn’t really get action

But oh mannnn

This man is lethal

He’s like a total meal including the desert and starter

Might even come with champagne

He’s that gentleman your mother always tells you to date when you were young

And undoubtedly, Kim Seokjin is every girl’s dream man

Tall, handsome, rich

He can cook, he can sing, he can dance, he is caring, funny, attentive...

I would say he is Prince Charming in the flesh

But we all know seokjin is much better than prince charming

A serious & playful boyfriend?

Definitely not one for flings

I can see him as someone who will hesitate to ask you out until he completely knows you inside and out

I think this is mainly because of how his lifestyle is; he’s always busy with comebacks, rehearsals, recordings... and he’s frequently out of the country

he doesn’t have time for someone who will not devote herself to him  

And here to stay

But when his feelings get too overwhelming and that he’s certain that you’re the one

he will give his 100% to you  

Would show up at your doorstep all dressed up

as he carefully leads you to his car boot with his hand covering your eyes

your confused expression is immediately converted into a shocked one

And next thing you know, you’re crying

Because all you can see is his car boot filled with endless roses and fairy lights

And he’s behind you, holding a teddy which says “be mine”

Would probably be like “I think we both know how we feel each other, so pls say you’ll be mine, because well, the flowers are expensive and I can’t return them”

Also the type who would write

“Please be my girlfriend?”

“Option 1: yes, option 2: hell yes option 3: yes”

Would be offended if you didn’t choose option 2 lmao

Seokjin would be an extra af boyfriend and you all know this.

The most likely out of bts to tie himself up in a ribbon on Valentine’s Day and Insist that he’s your present

“Happy Valentines Day babe, I got you the best present in the world: me.”

But in the end, he’d probably stop joking around and bring out a huge bouquet of flowers and the giant teddy he prepared

And I imagine he’d prepare a lot of things for you throughout your relationship

Flowers, jewellery chocolate, dinner, his face

The one to keep extra hair-ties in his pocket when you go out

And would just tie your hair for you with no words asked when he sees you struggling to eat without hair getting in your way

Would even keep pads and an extra set of clothes of yours at the dorm too

And when he finds out your favourite drink is banana milk like jungkook, he would go out of his way and buy an entire box of it

Definitely an amazing boyfriend

Remember in the rookie king prank, how he was the only one who asked the girl if she was okay?

Like if he’s so kind and caring to a complete stranger, imagine how loving he can be to someone he loves

A boyfriend who undoubtedly would go out his way for you

The type who would spoil you with everything

As I think he would try to make up for his absence by showering you with gifts

A new bag or perfume after he’s back from his Europe tour

Wine and dine at restaurants

Huge bouquet of roses

Giant teddies

Couple bracelets from Hermès

he would spoil youuuu to no limit

And he wouldn’t even notice until you brought it up to him

“Baby, I love you and that 10 foot teddy but don’t you think it’s a little too much? You don’t have to waste so much money on me”

Probably smile back at you and say “don’t worry, oppa can afford it” or “it’s okay princess, you deserve it”

But his grand gestures would tone down a little after you really talk to him about it

Because yes, it feels nice to be pampered and spoiled but even if you are jin from bts and the son of a ceo, money doesn’t grow on trees

Emphasizing to him that you love him and not those materialistic stuff

Would love you even more after that talk

And I imagine that would also be how you both solve your fights or arguments as well; by sitting down, talking through it like adults

And explaining your doubts and point of view to one another

Will always make up before bed, it’s a rule

But I think there would be also be times where Jin just lets you win because he would rather lose an argument than lose you

Because he knows you’re a definite keeper

And would want to wife you up so badly  

He would even call you wife in real life

Your name in his phone would most probably be ‘wife ♡’

Kim seokjin, A sHAMELESS texter

I don’t see him being those who text “good morning beautiful”, he’s probably those who would text “good morning, I’m beautiful”

Or the type to jokingly reply “how can you not” or “I love me too” when you tell him you love him

Overflowing confidence, oh gosh

Would randomly just say “babe, how are you so lucky? you get to date worldwide handsome”

And while you sit there, looking at him in confusion and slight disbelief

He’d be laughing his signature wind-screen laugh while the boys roll their eyes

Speaking of wife-ing you up, I can see him as one who will talk to you about your future a lot

Like it’d be 2 in the morning, you are both snuggled up in bed; and the conversation somehow ends up just being about marriage and kids

Or when you are both in the kitchen, preparing dinner for you and the boys, he’d talk about how he used to do this every week with his family and that he can’t wait to have this tradition with his own

And you can’t help but blush by the way he’s looking at you and smiling

He just lovesss planning out his future, especially with you by his side

And by that, he’s undoubtedly a fun & playful boyfriend who can be serious when he wants to

Also, an attentive boyfriend

He’d take note of your favourite food, drinks, places, movies, clothes...

He’d notice things you don’t even realise yourself, like the way you scrunch your nose when you’re nervous

Or the way you nod your head too much when the food is good

And If you say you’re craving something or when you compliment a dish

He’d cook or learn how to cook it for you

But when he’s busy, he’d probably order take away and pamper you with kisses, promising to cook it for you next time

Also I wouldn’t even be surprised if he showed up randomly at your workplace or school with your favourite food just because he wants to

Or if you find the shoes you have been saving up to buy just lying on your bed, with a note attached: “saw you looking at them the other day and got them for you because my princess deserves the best. I love you.”

Or even some medicine and vitamins sitting on your kitchen counter along with a cup of warm herbal tea because he says you have been sniffing and coughing too much

He’d take care of you better than how he takes care of himself

And the members will probably tease him about it at the start or act jealous because they no longer have his 100%

But they would honestly adore you so much because you take care of their hyung and them so well

Appreciate all the little things you do for them

you coming over to cook a home cooked meal for them during comeback season.

Making lemon tea for them because it helps with the throat and they have a recording tomorrow

Even doing their laundry for them because they are too busy to do so

Showing up at big hit with your own baked goods like cookies or cupcakes and coffee

they love you so much and they know seokjin does too

Because he is definitely the type to show you off

at the start, he would maybe try to limit the PDA, especially when in front of family or the boys

Like he would only keep a hand on your back and sometimes he would hold your hand while walking

And on really rare days, he would put his arm around you

But after a while, he wouldn’t care anymore

He would basically be by your side, kissing & hugging you whenever, cuddling, backhugging  

Kisses on your forehead, cheeks, eyelids, nose, lips, head... just EVERYWHERE

Constantly craves your attention

would playfully whine “jagiyaaaaa” or shout “yah!” if your attention wasn’t on him

Contented sighs when you are in his arms

Would give you assuring taps on your hair, back rubs, massages

Which would turn into tickle fights

And I’m sorry but like I can definitely see him screaming “babe, im horny!” just randomly at the dorm

The boys would probably burst out laughing and scream: ”hYUNG!” the first time round

But as time passes, they wouldn’t even blink

He’s all into PDA

Would just kiss you randomly and spontaneously no matter when or where

Whether it be when you are just walking, on your phone, cooking, talking, sleeping

He just loves being close to you

And it’s honestly friggin adorable

His shoulders will be your safe haven

I’m not much of a shoulder person

But I’d imagine his to be so comfortable

Like you’d probably be lying on it 90% of the time

Whether it be on dates, in bed, while walking...

and he would die for it

speaking of dates, Dates with him would honestly be so fun

I can see him bringing you on vacation in exotic counties for your anniversary

Because he says that you both deserve it

The kind of guy who would prepare and plan everything

And each date would be unique: visiting museums, theme parks, going for a picnic, bowling, karaoke, movies

Cafe hopping or food dates where you both just go from place to place and eat to your hearts content

You guys would visit all types of restaurants, whether it be roadside stalls, 5 star restaurants, those hidden gems in alleyways

Sooner or later, you would have eaten at every single restaurant there is in Seoul

And knowing how romantic he is, he’d probably leave a mark of both of you whenever he can

Or take polaroid pictures at every date

Road trips!!!

Where you both have long drives with music blasting; Seokjin screaming lyrics or humming songs

and his hand would be either holding yours or on you thigh

But there will also be lazy dates where you both just cuddle at home and make out or build forts and chill in your ugliest PJs

You would most definitely end up in his clothes because he’s a sucker for you looking so damn cute in them

Seokjin, the kind of boyfriend who you can just spill everything and anything to

He is both the start and end of your day

Even if it’s the littlest things like what you had for lunch, he’d still listen to you as if it was the most important thing in the world

He’d even give you advice on your worries or doubts and would help you in whatever he can

honestly the worlds best listener

he’d undoubtedly be your best friend

Who can read you like an open book

And on the saddest days where you don’t even know where to start talking

He’d just know by how you look

And would hug you and give you cuddles while whispering over and over again how much he loves you until you feel like talking

Or tells you his dad jokes in hopes to get a laugh out of you

Or when he’s not next to you

He’d FaceTime you and show you Odengie and Eomukie

“Eomma is sad today babies, let’s cheer her up”

Or he’d babble about his day

Or or he’d sing and play guitar

And that’s honestly the biggest blessings to your ears

Kim seokjin singing just for you

Like imagine that angelic voice before bed

Or coming from the bathroom

Your relationship would honestly be so beautiful and loving

Every memory is documented by polaroids which you both would keep in your secret box

And Kim Seokjin that spectacular man would be so supportive and loving and amazing that he will keep you wondering if you saved a kingdom in your past life

Because you feel like you do not deserve him

He’s every I love you whisper, every Polaroid picture, every inside joke, every slow dance, every laughter, every tear (mainly happy ones), every hug and every kiss

He’s everything you ever wanted and he’s there

Yours. Completely and utterly yours.

[nottooldforthisship]

Hello love! Do you happen to know any fics that are set in the summer? (I know this is a weird request but it's summer where I live and it's super hot and I just feel like reading about other people in the same situation that I am but maybe enjoy it a little more with less clothes and more swimming, perhaps haha) thank you

Yes of course ! (Im not jealous of you right now)(I AM NOT)

(it’s a very long one, so under the cut!)

-Naked & Proud : In which Harry runs an organic store, not a nudist colony, and Louis doesn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. (18k)

- Jump Before We Fall: Louis and Zayn’s lives revolve around running a hotel by the sea, Harry is a student who wants a life far from home for just a little while, Niall doesn’t know where life leads him and Liam thinks he has already found all purposes in his life. (113k)

- I’ll Crash Until You Notice Me: Louis sets off to Barbados to oversee the massive resort his family owns known as Sandy Hill. For years, he’s been looking for a change in the monotony of his life, seeking adventure and perhaps love too. What he doesn’t expect is the bright eyed boy who spills a milkshake on his shoes.Cue the summer loving. (61k)

- Into The Blue  : AU. In which Louis is Harry’s scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can’t be all that difficult to convince Harry that they’re on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity. (117k)

- Nothing’s as sweet as you  : Louis flies to California with his squad to party but end up falling for a cute giant in a pink apron selling frozen yogurts.AU where Louis spends his life without shoes and eats too much frozen yogurt to hang out with a clumsy Harry who’s rich af. With a special appearance of Louis’ hot friend Luke and Niall’s hat. It’s basically filled with fluff and Californian vibes and I needed to get it out there. (17k)

- You Come Beating Like Moth’s Wings : Harry smiles. He’s only known Louis for about two hours, knows nothing about him past his first name, but he’s nice and sarcastic and helpful and so, so pretty. And Harry’s still got a few days left in Barcelona, and he thinks he wouldn’t mind spending them with Louis.Also known as, Harry takes the summer before uni to travel Europe and meets Louis in Barcelona, and they end up traveling together. (80k)

- Curtains, Cataclysms, and Constellations: Harry doesn’t understand the boy next door.People don’t normally send surreptitious messages through the form of symbolic emotion and quick glances if they want to be left alone. Right?No. His new neighbour is trying to say something to him.(And if Harry decides to devote his entire summer to figuring him out, it will be a summer well spent.) (30k)

- Speaking of Marvels : AU. Louis is a nanny in suburban New Jersey, and the neighbors’ son is home from college for the summer. It was supposed to be a fling. (100k)

- Hit the Heartbrakes  : With his best friend and eternal roommate Zayn getting married and abandoning him, Louis has planned the world’s biggest stag do to send him off into married life – a week in Thailand showing him all the things he’s going to be missing when he becomes a married man. But Zayn has neglected to mention that Louis’ ex and their old uni friend Paddy will be coming – along with his successful, rich new boyfriend. Determined not to let Paddy ruin his fun once again, he enlists the help of an attractive backpacker by the name of Harry, who good-naturedly agrees to go along with pretending he’s Louis’ boyfriend for the week. A week of sun, sea, booze and no-strings-attached sex beckons, but as always, things don’t go quite as planned… (13k)

- Escapade: In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for. (146k)

- A Late Summer Day: On a late summer day, Louis and Harry realize they are in that liminal space between friends and lovers. TodayI realized / you are home. /I almost told you / I love you. (500 words)

- You’re the Light : Before beginning a new graduate school in the fall, Louis Tomlinson decides to spend the summer working in Chicago as an editor’s assistant for the Chicago Tribune newspaper and staying with his old college roommate. What he finds on his first day of work is a tall, gorgeous editor named Harry who has the most beautiful green eyes he’s ever seen—and who also happens to be his new boss. (31k)

- We’ve got nothing to lose : Also known as an Olympics AU where Harry is a pro tennis player, and Louis is a pro footballer. They meet at the opening ceremony and fall in love, obviously. (12k)

- Take Off Your Running Shoes  : AU- Harry is the fit supermarket check out boy. Louis wants to sleep with him. Summer romance ensues. (54k)

- our little corner of the world  : AU. Louis is stuck in his mom’s diner for the summer. Harry is the line cook with a pickup truck. (30k)

- It’s All Brand New Because of You  : It’s nearing six o’clock in the evening, and despite the fact that it’s summer, the aquarium has emptied out considerably and it’s quiet as Louis wanders the exhibits. A few people try to ask him questions as he wanders, but Louis knows less about the creatures in the tanks than they do, so he keeps having to apologize and explain that he’s just a counselor, not a biologist.AKA, Louis starts a new job as a summer camp counselor at the local aquarium and Harry is a biologist who really likes teaching people about the ocean. (17k)

- as long as skies are blue:  Summer Camp!AU. Louis has been a football instructor at Lake District Camp for three years when twenty-year old Harry Styles - the latest addition to the counseling team - stumbles not so gracefully into his life. It’s not that Harry is everything Louis can’t stand-except. He is. But that doesn’t stop him from walking in on the naked boy too many times for it to be a coincidence. (25k)

update (last update one June22th 2017)

- Force of Nature : Louis is a shy, young musician who doesn't want to go to Harvard.Harry is a confident,  second year athlete who likes to have a good time.When their paths cross while their families are vacationing at the same lake resort, what begins as a summer of fun becomes a defining journey that might just change everything. (25k)

- Never Be Ready : A high school AU where a summer without Harry makes Louis realize that he wants to be a little bit more than best friends. (8k)

- Falling For Me Won't Be A Mistake  : Harry is married to his job and so overworked that he doesn't know how to stop. All it takes is a forced Hawaiian get-a-away, the warm tropical breeze of the island, and the most beautiful, elusive man he's ever seen to make him remember what living is like outside of work. Well, that, and the little souvenir he accidentally takes home with him. (58k)

- The Melody You Never Heard: Or, the one where Harry gets roped into a four-day camping trip with the boy who kissed him and never called back. (30k)

[hellbubu]

I’m handsome, tall, and rich

Chapter 20

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“Careful.” Hinata stood on her tippy-toes to cover Naruto’s eyes with her hands as she guided him to the table.” Keep them close. No peaking!”

“Okay,” Naruto chuckled.

“Turn left here.” Naruto did as told. Hinata uncovered his eyes.” Ta-da!”

Naruto opened his eyes to see a homemade dinner set on the table.

“You did this all by yourself?”

“There are things I don’t really do, like cooking, but there’s nothing I can’t do.” She smiled at Naruto’s awed expression.” I did have to look up some recipes online, but it was pretty easy.”

“You must be so tired after all this cooking.”

“I’m fine. Don’t just stand there, sit.” Hinata sat down on the chair opposite to the one Naruto was standing in front of.” Try the food.”

Naruto followed her lead. He grabbed the spoon and tried the soup. Immediately, the rose-colored glasses the gesture had put on him dropped to the ground. He set the spoon down, instead trying some Miyeok Julgi Bokkeum. He chewed and chewed as Hinata watched him closely.

“What do you think?”

“It’s great,” Naruto said in the most unconvincing tone Hinata had ever heard.

“You don’t mean it.” Hinata tried her best not to let her insecurities seep through her tone.” What do you really think?”

Naruto chewed thoughtfully before answering,” Everything’s too salty.”

“Other than that, it’s good, right?”

“The clams were gritty, so I guess the sediment wasn’t properly removed. The pork wasn’t defrosted well, it kinda smells bloody.” Naruto pointed at each dish as he spoke about it.” The vegetables were overcooked and the rice is a bit undercooked. I still need to try the rest.” Naruto looked up to see Hinata’s expression and his breath caught in his throat.” I think they turned out great.”

“No thoughts on the rest then?” Hinata slumped on her chair.” The water might taste good.”

Hinata should’ve known better than to snap, but she had been joined by the hip with Sasuke since at the very least middle school. Some of his attitude must have bled into her.

“Sorry.” Naruto gave her a sheepish smile.” I guess I got used to giving honest feedback because of my job.”

Naruto stood up and excused himself to use the bathroom.

“Didn’t know I was dating Gordon Ramsay,” Hinata muttered as she grabbed some pork.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were dating Secretary Uzumaki. When did you guys get together?” Hinata and Sasuke had met up for lunch at a small restaurant halfway to each of their workplaces.” Congrats on getting your dream man.”

“I don’t think I wanna be congratulated.”

“Why? What’s up?”

“He said it doesn’t taste good!”

“That’s too much info.”

“I’m talking about food! I made dinner – from scratch – for the first time in my life for someone.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you know what he said? He said it was all salty. If your partner you should lick the plate clean even if it tastes like seawater.”

“Sounds unhealthy.”

“Don’t get me started on President Hatake.”

“What about him?” Sasuke looked up from his food.

“A couple of days ago Naruto and I were watching a movie. President Hatake called him in the middle of it. Naruto spent half an hour talking to him! He shouldn’t boss him around after work!”

“I’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose.” Sasuke said before taking a bite.” It’s not like he knew you were on a date.”

“How suspicious.”

“What’s suspicious?” Sasuke sighed, knowing that from this moment forward, he wouldn’t be able to enjoy his lunch.

“You’re taking his side.” Hinata narrowed her eyes.” Are things going well between both of you?”

“It’s not like that.”

“I know something’s up.”

“You mentioned you ate out for work… did you go with him? I bet it was a date!”

“It was not like that!” Sasuke closed his eyes.

“It is like that. If you both ate together, it’s a date.”

“Something happened so I ate with him to apologize.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“So he’s being mean? If he truly liked you, he’d be nice to you.”

“I think we’re at the wrong place.”

Hinata looked out the car window. Naruto had parked the car near the base of a mountain. It had to be a mistake. She was wearing jeans and 100 mm Louboutin sandals.

“We’re at the right place.” Naruto got out of the car.

“I thought you wanted to take a walk somewhere nice by the hills.” Hinata got out of the car after him.

“You look like you haven’t been exercising enough lately so I wanted us to work out.”

“Don’t do this. I already feel tired.”

“You’re tired because you’re always sitting at your desk or lying on the couch all day. We should do this from time to time.”

“Why don’t we do it later? I’m wearing heels.” Hinata smiled at him, hoping he would get back in the car.

“Don’t worry, I came prepared.”

Prepared for what?

Naruto pulled out a pair of ugly tennis shoes and black socks from the backseat.

“It’s a perfect fit,” Naruto said as he tied the shoes. He looked up at her with a bright smile. “ Let’s go.”

“The weather’s so nice today,” Naruto said as he walked toward the trail.

“I can’t believe he called me out of the blue during the weekend,” Sasuke muttered as he walked toward the carnival. He was so used to dressing up to meet Kakashi, that he hadn’t thought twice to wear high-waisted black pants and a cut-out turtleneck. Now that he was there, though, he realized he over-dressed.

His eyes scanned the crowd until he found Kakashi, who was wearing a tight, sleeveless turtleneck and loose pants. Sasuke swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth before walking over to Kakashi. The moment Kakashi spotted him, his eyes brightened.

“Sasuke, you’re here.”

“Why’d you ask me to come here?”

“You’re here today to pay me back for that kiss.”

Sasuke looked around.” I don’t think there are any good places to eat around here.”

“Forget about food.” Kakashi waved his hands.” I want your whole day as compensation.”

“Huh?”

“You said that since I’m wealthy, it wasn’t fair for me to ask you to buy me an expensive dinner.” Kakashi’s storm grey eyes looked at Sasuke’s abyss-like eyes.” I’ll buy your time instead.”

“You’ll… buy my time?”