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swinterr · 4 years ago

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fic rec vi ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez ) if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

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a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

nct

jeno

no title by @tyongf-nct | s

- smut blurb.

body guards and boyfriend by @pastelsicheng | f

- sometimes the only way you can really get some alone time with your boyfriend is by making his job hard.

lipstick smears by @kopikokun | f

- jeno never thought trying to get his makeup artist’s attention would be this hard.

jaehyun

[10:30] by @moonttaeil |

- a lockdown moment.

[2:40] by @nct-jungjaehyun | f a

- cute quality fluff time with bf!jae with a dash of angst.

[11:41] by @jeongvision | f

- family time with apples.

just like magic by @starryhyuck | f s

- jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.

love to hate me by @moonctzeny | s a

- you and jaehyun meet as sm trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you decided to leave the company and pursue a solo career. when you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other.

moving on by @ddeonghwaa | f a

- reader has been chasing jae for some time but when she moved on jae suddenly enter the picture.

sun&moon by @ppangjae | f a

- asking jeong jaehyun to accompany you to your family’s 1-week christmas vacation as your boyfriend has its consequences. one can surely get through 1 week of pretending to be in love with an enemy, right?

snack run with a snack by @kopikokun | f

- on your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. you’re a little peeved, but at least jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

lover boy by @neoct-zen | f s

- bunch fics of lover boy jae and reader.

jungwoo

one more time, please by @haequarius | f s

- you don’t know what you and Jungwoo are, but you are certainly weak for him.

jealous by @whiplashsan | s

- jungwoo is all smiles and sunshine until he gets jealous, and he just so happens to get jealous over the smallest things when it comes to you.

doyoung

sugar, spice and everything not nice by @alreadyblondenow | s

- doyoung getting your ring size wrong, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, slight fingering, wedding tragedies.

no title by @ncteaxhoe | s

- dom!doyoung, rough? i need holy water.

the little one by @ethaeriyeol | f

- a gift of life; female reader x husband!Doyoung; fluff, light angst, married au

lucas

exquisite taste by @weishenkonbini | s f

- smut but with a fluffy ending.

for you always by @labyrinthsofyou | f

- in which you surprise yukhei when he forgets about your date.

6:19 by @cozykpopblurbs | f

- a cute fluff ft kun and winwin.

10:18 pm by @nctsoftarchives | f

- reader supports lucas at his superm debut stage.

16:47 by @sichengssmile | f s

- a fluffy smut. lucas a big boi.

missed you by @tokyobts | a f

- after you and yukhei broke up, yukhei still has feelings for you. he reaches out to you at school and tries to get you back. at first you avoid him but later his actions manage to make your heart flutter. you’ve come to a sudden conclusion that you maybe still want him in your life.

johnny

34 + 35 by @domjaehyun | s

- you and your husband johnny decide to take your marriage to the next step.

i couldn’t wait a little longer by @alreadyblondenow | s f a

- you two were never together longer than two days, but the feelings, oh the feelings that you have for each other is clear as the day. it was a never-ending try of making the relationship official. johnny tried, you tried but it never happens.

what happens in korea, not stays in korea by @alreadyblondenow | f s

- a week vacation in korea for your sister’s wedding became even more exciting when a famous dj had a crush on you. johnny was sure that it’s love at first sight. not putting both of your careers on the line, you two had no regrets when the time comes and you finally leave.

laundry day by @immabiteyou | s

- a domestic fluffy smut.

make a wish by @sluttyten | s f a

- you’re jungwoo’s sister, and he’s made it clear he wants you and Johnny to have nothing to do with each other. so you and johnny start fake dating to piss him off.

want it all by @sluttyten | f s

- you are entirely innocent to the point of being naive. johnny is not innocent, but he loves that you are because it means he can teach you everything you don’t know.

sungchan

wish i was her by @softsungchan | f a

- you wished you were her, laying in Sungchan’s arms and feeling his warm breath on your neck, giggling about sweet nothings whispered into the starry night. You wished for it to be you, the girl he liked.

2:21 am by @the32ndbeat | f

- sungchan being whipped, thru a text message.

haechan

14:52 by @ukiyoexo | f

- a cute haechan and reader ft the reader’s baby sister moment.

prince’s order by @nsheetee | f

- prince haechan nurses you after you faint, and orders you to stay with him until you feel better.

sweet treat by @markresonates | s

- haechan takes you for ice cream but all you can think about is sex with him. when you act like a brat, eventually you end up in the bathroom. with no panties.

clingy by @love-mi | f

- I’m not clingy! I just love your company and constantly want to be around you and have your full attention at all times

mark

hyuck is always right by @luvrenjun00 | f

- ceo!mark x reader ft baby donghyuck. a tooth-rotting fluff.

taeyong

snow storm by @whereisten | f s

- a fluffy smut whilst a snow storm.

1:59 by @smoll-tangerine | f

- reader and taeyong ft my favorite game (where i always die first) among us!

bts

taehyung

is this allowed 1 2 by @seokiie | f s

- how were you supposed to know bts would be filming at your coffee shop today? how were you supposed to know a certain curly-haired boy would take a liking to you?

cabin pressure | f by @jiminrings | f

- pilot!y/n who accidentally became famous bc of a viral post about her, best friend!jimin!, taehyung having a shy lil crush on you aND ot7 being meanies for a tad bit :((

art major!tae and biochem major!yn | f by @jiminrings | f

- tae’s cold and probably needs a friend more than he needs a model, y/n feels this nEED to take care of him, a term of enderment then a dash of emotional constipation and a sprinkle of jealousy :D

gank mid lane by @kimtaehyunq | f s

- gank / verb: (in a video game) use underhand means to defeat or kill (a less experienced opponent)

birthday surprise by @ephemeralkookie |

- like every year, you prepare a little surprise for your boyfriend’s birthday, one that you’ve been preparing for days. and after a very tiring day, taehyung only wants to spend the night in your loving arms.

jungkook

cookies & cream | s by @1kook | f s

- jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (and maybe having his dick sucked.)

unholy night | s by @ephemeralkookie | f s

- after a christmas day passed with the Jeon’s family, Jungkook decides to transform the holy night into an unholy one.

‘a short’ abstinence | s a by @seokiie | s a

- maybe blue-balling you boyfriend (who has an insanely high sexual drive) wasn’t the best.

in which she’s done with him by @minstrivia | a

- jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone.

bad influence by @noteguk | s

- in which you know jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

jock!jk and shy art major!yn by @jiminrings | f

- established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

special affair by @1oserjk | f

- sugar daddy au except it’s just jk spoiling u thru animal crossing

fairy of shampoo by @ironicarmy | f s

- sundays are for relaxation, house cleaning, and happiness.

abstract ft bob ross by @mimithings97 | f

- paintbrush in one hand, joint in the other and you sitting on his dick is what jeongguk wants. and what jeongguk wants, jeongguk gets.

badboy!jungkook by @jungshookz | f

- badboy!jungkook falls for good girl reader ft the boys and the reader’s apple.

growing by @lesgetittkookie | f

- dad!jungkook teacher his daughter how to walk. super super cute family/domestic fluff.

quiet, baby by @bratkook | s

- i don’t how to write a summary on smuts so imma just put this. reader and jungkook doing something in the subway.

still want that by @whatifyoulivelikethat | s

- fucking min yoongi ex-girlfriend? a terrible idea. being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? an even worse idea. knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing? part 2 of savage love.

desiderium by @jeonggukingdom | f s

- “we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”. a newlyweds!au smut.

chapstick by @softyoongiionly | f s

- based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. or jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you.

lover boy by @jingukk | f

- jungkook likes you. a lot.

unexpected confession by @sunkissedjk | f

- you gathered up the courage to confess your feelings, but it seems everyone in school knows about it before you could even find him.

string attached by @ephemeralkookie | s

- jungkook is what we can call your sexfriend. No strings attached, just you and him having fun and releasing the huge pressure and stress of being idols. But after spending an entire day together, you realize that maybe he’s not just your sexfriend.

no title by @himbojk | f s

- dilf jk.

astro

eunwoo

ceo!eunwoo by @m0onbean

no title by @yutopiada | f

- a cute idol!reader and eunwoo moment at a music show.

disney by @bangchan-sonyeondan | f

- a cute date with eunwoo at disney. reader likes vintage things hence using a disposable camera.

baby, it’s cold outside by @fresh-outta-jams | f

- a cute cold christmas fluff with eunwoo ft. the boys. reader went to the boys’ place for a sweater and cocoa gift exchange.

got7

yugyeom

cruel brothers by @imsarabum | f

- jackson and jaebum have always acted as if they were your big, overprotective brothers. so when they both walk in on you and yugyeom in a very intimate position, things get a little tense!

txt

soobin

a special night by @gyuluster | f

- an intimate insight on the first night of choi soobin’s wedding, consisting of kitchen floors, witches and an eternity of love.

boughs & branches by @jeogiyall | f

- decorating the tree with boyfriend! choi soobin from txt! fluffity fluff fluff with a lot of cute fluff thrown in and a dash of christmastime fluff.

sleepy binnie by @immabiteyou | s

- “i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now. “ a sleepy soobin smut.

cake by @immabiteyou | s

- reading waiting for mc soobin with the guys. a cute fluffy smut moment.

kpop oc/s

seri by @ggukkiedae

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harrysgoldenline · 5 years ago

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Thank You, Princess

“Are you SO excited?” She giggles, coming up behind Harry as he sits at a chair at the vanity, as he is running his fingers through his hair, “I’ve been hearing them screaming the lyrics all day bubs.”

He clears his throat, sitting up a bit taller, “what was that love- oh yeah! I’m excited, ready to go out there.” He says, forcing a smile and a chuckle as he made eye contact with her through the mirror, where he is met with a frown.

“What’s wrong?” She pouts, crouching forward and leaning her head into his neck and kissing the soft skin gently, “you were so excited this morning! Saw that video Mitch posted on his Instagram this morning and you seemed ready to take on the day”

This time she’s met with a laugh, his face turning a bit red as he leans his head back against hers, reaching behind him and running his hands down her arms, eventually pulling her over in front of him and onto his lap, being met with her smiling face and wide eyes, full of a mix of adoration and concern. Y/Ns hands quickly come up, running down his chest and then up to his face, holding it in her hands with a pout on her lips, whispering a soft, “You can tell me, Harry. I don’t want you stuck up in that head of yours.”

He lets out a sigh, realizing she’s right (as usual), and presses a kiss to her neck, “you spoil me, my love. Proper.” he chuckles. The kisses quickly adding up on her neck, a few falling on her chest, before they are crawling back up and onto her lips, his hands finding her hair as he deepens it nearly instantly. “H-Harry” she starts to moan, her hands gripping his shirt tightly, but she quickly pulls back and gasps, “you’re trying to distract me!”

Harry’s head falls back with loud laughter, arms going around her waist as he pulls her with him. “I’m sorry, love, you just look cute pouty.” He smirks, kissing her nose and placing his hands on her hips. “Please talk to me.” She frowns, avoiding eye contact as she plays with the bottom of his hot pink shirt, “please?”

Harry let’s out a sigh, looking into his loves eyes and seeing all the trust and them and he nods, “what if I can’t do it? This album is… so much more personal, what if they hate it?”

“Hate it?” Y/N had to hold in her obnoxious laughter, knowing this wasn’t the time, “Harry my love, have you looked at what they are saying? Everybody loves it! Think your a proper rockstar” she smirks, arms resting on his shoulders and playing with his hair, “everyone loves you and your journey. Everyone is out there wishing you were there right now”

“Okay thats… I mean, I haven’t really preformed it and what if things go wrong? What if… I don’t know.” His voice cracking as he finished, stress overtaking him, “I just want everyone to like it, but I was selfish and just made an album that I would like, didn’t think about them.” He finished, falling forward and his face nuzzles into her neck, arms going tighter around her waist.

“Harry, that’s what you are supposed to do! You made the perfect, rock star record and I, your family, your friends, fans, and the world could not be more proud. And yes, it’s your first time preforming this album, so it’s not going to be absolutely 100% perfect, but that’s the point! You’re going to tour for a year, and you’re going to find little things you like to do for each song and interact with the crowd and it’s going to get even more special.” She explains, kissing the top of his head before slapping his shoulder playfully, “also, never call yourself selfish! You are the most selfless and kind person in the whole wide word, and you deserve it all and more Harry.”

He pulls his head up slowly, the first thing coming into her view was a deep dimple and he quickly kisses her, then pulling her into his right embrace, “truly don’t deserve you, angel, you’re too good for this world.” He smiles, feeling more comfortable and confident than ever, “Thank you, Princess.”

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Hi! So this was my first post so I hope you like it! Sorry it was probably messy and has MANY errors bc I legit just wrote this on my phone in like 15 mins but I cannot get that audio of Harry saying thank you princess out of my head and with tonight being the Forum show, why not combine them? :) also (I’m talking to no one but oh well) if you have any requests or concepts I’d love to do them as little blurbs or something! Idk I’m gonna stop now bye!!! :)

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jawllines · 6 years ago

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vamp harry vamp harry vamp harry but aLSO i saw an anon suggested a super cute update from the tattoo h fic where they get into a fight and yn doesn’t talk to him and h is all sad and pouty bc he just wants a cuddle now and realized he’s wrong and I NEED THAT now pls

YOU KNOW I ACTUALLY FORGOT TO POST THE WEDDING BLURB DIDN’T I? I WILL POST IT UNDER THE CUT

“Harry when’s the last time you went to a wedding?”

“1840.” Harry answered without a second thought, frowning down at the carrot he was chopping.

Y/N doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to that, no matter how many times he mentions the various years in which he was inhabiting a spot on the planet when Y/N’s grandparents weren’t even a glimmer in their own parent’s eyes. Understandably, this quick response caught her off guard, her brows dipping downward and a gaze overwrought with confusion as she wiggled herself in her spot on the counter, “Whose?”

“Queen Victoria and Prince Albert; I wore a beautiful tailored original flared frock coat -- reckon m’the one who brought it into style, everyone gives Albert the bloody credit -- and my date wore this gorgeous silk satin off the shoulder dress,” he takes a look to her, “Not a real date mind you, her father paid me a lump some of money to take her with me so she could get courted and sadly my little human wasn’t there to accompany me.” He runs his finger down the sides of the blade, swiping off any diced carrot that clung to it down to the cutting board, “Lovely reception, I stole a dance with her.”

Y/N grins, seeing him smiling fondly at the thought of it and she’s positively elated. She’d been rather nervous to bring a wedding up to him -- not because she wanted one herself, no, at least not right now. However, she got a costly parchment paper invitation to her friend Caroline from Sophomore year film studies (one of those where they were really close then, and they simply just fell out of touch apart from a spontaneous conversation every now and again) wedding. She figures because she’d been the person to set them up with limited help from Niall who was more concerned with the fact that he hadn’t lost his virginity at the time so “Why should I help someone else get their dick wet, huh?” But it had worked out well. She always liked their pictures together and felt a small glimmer of pride when she saw that they were still together since she was the matchmaker of the century.

“Welllllll, we were invited to a wedding! Minus the frock coats though,” he slides the carrots from the cutting board into a bowl so he could add it all together and mix it, “Plus, I haven’t gotten to get a new dress for anything in a long while and I’m kinda itching to spend money on something cute.”

Harry turns to face her, that permanent furrow planted deep in his brow, “I bloody hate weddings.” He stated plainly and Y/N’s face warps to match his own.

“What?” She nearly cries out, “But you just said --”

“There’s a reason the last wedding I went to was 1840, Little human.” He shakes his head, moving to chopped carrots to the broccoli, diced onions, ginger root, halved green beans, ginger root and garlic; he was making her a Ginger Veggie Stir-fry (he’s still very much pro-health considering the turmoil he puts her body through when he drinks from her, and she had a particularly shitty dinner of ordered in greasy, cheese pizza the night prior considering Harry had been working late and those are her only cheat days) and he was being quite diligent. It was the first time he was making it so it was probably a bad idea springing this on him while he was in his chef state of mind (because nothing matters as much as his dishes when he’s cooking). “The ceremonies are long and drawn out, the vows are contrived, you’re expected to stay for the reception and dance and eat the disgusting excuse for a mass produced dinner.” He shakes his head, the thought of it absurd in his mind, “Human weddings are meaningless; they divorce just as quick as they enter them most of the time. All that time and money wasted for what? A piece of paper? It’d made me irate before but now that I know what true love is with you, it only makes me angrier that they try to prove their love with that.”

Though his last statement had brought her cheeks warm and rendered her heart a bit mushy, she could feel herself deflate immensely. She couldn’t force him to an event that he didn’t want to attend -- he never made her accompany him to the two hour long meetings he was often stuck in, how could she make him come with her? It was long and albeit beautiful, the ceremony was rather boring, and the receptions could either be really fun or terrible, and the wedding cake -- god, you have to pray that they didn’t spend hundreds on something that tasted grocery store quality at best. But she hadn’t been to one in so long and there was some part of her that secretly loved them, even if she didn’t technically participate as anything but a face for the bridesmaid’s to look out at when they were trying to keep their mind off their cramping feet. She supposes that she could go with her friends or tag along with Niall and his date, but neither would be as fun as she thinks it would be with Harry, no matter his grumpy nature.

“Regardless of my distaste for them, I will attend with you,” he adds a few moments after his initial tirade and Y/N looks up, a new light in her step when she realizes he is looking at her, “I’m interested in how they have changed over time, and I don’t like when you look disheartened by something I’ve said. Wipe that sad little pout of your mouth my love.”

She sucks her bottom lip back into her mouth, biting down on a smile, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to though -- don’t want to force you into it.”

Harry pauses his cooking, walking towards where she sits on the counter and parting her legs for him to fit between, hands remaining on her thighs, “Would going to this wedding make you happy?” He inquires and when she nods, he strokes her skin with his thumbs, the metal of his rings coaxing goosebumps to the surface, “Then I will go. Little human, if you are happy, I am happy, however I do request you let me feed from the tender flesh of your thigh as my repayment for enduring such an interminable proclamation of human love. And that you do not make me dance.”

Y/N agrees to both happily, grinning wide and slipping her arms around his neck, peppering kisses onto his cheeks in rapid succession, “You can suck me dry through my thighs if you want to! And no dance floor shenanigans, promise.”

She had her fingers crossed around his head though -- she could get him on the dancefloor she bets.

Harry allows her kisses before puckering his own lips, and Y/N pushes their mouths together. It only lasts but a moment though, because Harry slips from her hold and pats on her thighs, “Now get off the counter, I need the space for the rest of the food.”

. . .

The day of the wedding, Y/N woke up at 7AM to an already showered and partially dressed Harry fixing up the buttons on his white blouse. Perhaps she was a bit melodramatic, since the wedding didn’t start until 10AM and they were maybe just a half hour away from the venue, but she scrambled from the bed. “Why didn’t you wake me?” She had cried out, trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes and detangle from the cotton sheets spread over her bed, “We’re g’na be late!”

“You told me not to wake you until 7:05.” He had reminded her, “I woke early so that you would have ample space and time in the shower.”

She pauses on her way to the bathroom because she remembers this very distantly and the fact that he had woken earlier than needed to get ready himself, makes her reroute to where he stood in front of her mirror. Kissed him quickly, murmured a quick, “Thank you, love you,” as her apology for panicking, before she scattered to back to the bathroom. In a haste she showers, shaves, lotions up, washes her face, brushes her teeth, and does her hair in the course of forty minutes. She walks out of her bathroom to be met with Harry taking her dress from where it hung freshly pressed on the door (he’d insisted on it, even if it was just a floaty floral number), holding it until she could pull up a pair of underwear on and wrestle with a bra.

“Slow down,” he commands gently when she rushes to grab the dress from him, holding it just out of her reach, “We have plenty time, Little human, we’re not the ones getting married.”

Which -- well, that was true, she supposes. Something about having an event to go to makes her a little jittery, moving too quickly and rushing; it’s like homecoming and prom all over again, only this time she had a vampire boyfriend who was incredible at handling stressful moments, carefully helping her into her dress. He took a glittery necklace he’d bought her from her jewelry dish atop of her dresser, and slid it around her throat and clipped the two ends together. A vampire boyfriend who also sweetly reminded her to take her iron supplement because, “Tonight, m’getting between those thighs lovely.”

The drive was alright; there was some traffic and she’d been worried when she saw how backed up the highway had been, but they got there forty minutes before the ceremony and secured a spot near the front where Niall had saved them seats. Harry entertained her with stories of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, and also trying to act as human-like as he can when they have any sort of interaction with the people around them. Like when Y/N spots another old friend (Adaline) sat in front of them and they begin chatting, catching up some at where they were in life, and who the men sitting beside them were. She’d made the comment, “What do you guys think of the venue? It’s lovely.”

Harry had answered unprompted, as he hadn’t really spoken much in their conversation other than, “It isn’t St. James Palace, but I suppose it’s fine. Hope she can stand up to the likes of Queen Victoria.”

Y/N’s eyes had widened, a dribble of panic slipping down her spine because she wasn’t ready to give the fake “he reads history books in his free time” explanation that he’d given Niall over Harry’s outlandish comments, but she doesn’t have to. Adaline only laughs, shaking her head and pointed her finger at Y/N, “Course you would find someone with the same sense of humor as you, lucky dog. Adam can never tell when m’joking or not.”

She has to pretend that she isn’t concerned that her joking sounds like Harry’s very serious tone but merely patted Harry’s thigh, giving it a loving squeeze, and when she looks to him he is smiling to himself. He rather enjoyed when people found him funny, and what he enjoyed even more, was Y/N trying to dig their way out of a ditch he’d begun digging them.

The ceremony was beautiful; Caroline looked stunning in her dress, a proper gown embellished with beading and lace appliques fitted to her torso and fanning out into the longest train Y/N doesn’t think she’s seen in real life before. Harry held her hand during the duration of it and swipes away the tear that had beaded to her eye when they began reading their vows and the groom got choked up. Even pulled her close to him, and despite his previous adversity to weddings, this one seemed to be getting him a bit mushy himself. She reckons if they hadn’t been in public, he would have purred for her as he’s so fond of doing when he’s feeling immense love for her.

Her reception was in the same building, so they only had to go a floor up to enter it. She met up with Niall and a few of their mutual friends, got to gush to Caroline about how beautiful the wedding was and how incredible she looked, and kept Harry at her side. He spoke when he was spoken to but otherwise he was quiet and when he’d ventured off to get them more champagne, Gina -- who also shared film studies with them -- leaned in, “He’s giving me strong Edward Cullen vibes, babe -- he moves, you move, silent probably broody type, definitely gorgeous,” she laughed as she continued, “Is he a vampire or something?”

Y/N’s blood ran cold when she forced a laugh, shaking her head letting a lie slip easily from her tongue, “No, no, just shy is all. He’s a bit of a writer so he likes observing people -- can characterize them better.”

Niall snorts, taking a drink from his flute, “Shy until someone challenges his history knowledge, that’s for sure -- grade A smart lad has a damn book of information as a brain.”

Before they could say anymore, Harry reappeared with her drink, “They’re attacking the cake like vultures to a carcass, I think I may need to break an old woman’s finger to get a slice. Would you like one?”

She’d tricked him into dancing as well, locking their fingers and dragging him out to the floor in the middle, “You promised!” He protested but Y/N had already started moving side to side a little dramatically to get him to smile past his frown.

“Had my fingers crossed!” She let him know delightedly and after some coaxing and the whispered promise that she would throat him later (weddings made her all sorts of soppy and soft, which in turn made her an eensy bit greedy for Harry, and being greedy is simultaneous with cuddly and horny), she got him moving at least a little. She’d coached him through the Cha Cha Slide, had improvised a dance to Papa Loves Mambo, and serenaded him with a lovely rendition of Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. By the time the bride threw her bouquet (which Niall’s date had caught, Niall’s eyes widened comically, and Y/N decides then she’s going to tease his ass to shreds about it), Y/N was feeling the full effect of her champagne and Harry was gaining a contact high from her giddiness. Even the slow songs were nice, as Harry showed her how it’s done exactly (because she’d never been arsed to learn herself), and pulled out some moves that he remarked Queen Victoria would have blushed at (“Times were simpler then, my Love”).

The whole night was so enjoyable and fun and by the time that it was through, she doesn’t think either of them wanted to leave. “We should start crashing weddings,” Y/N had decided on their chilly walk back to the car around , just as Harry revealed a plate with another plate over the top of it that he’d been covering with his coat, “What’s that then?”

“I stole you cake,” he answered, taking off the top plate and showing the five slices that had been hidden, “You enjoyed it thoroughly and they were just going to throw it away but wouldn’t let me take the entire thing, so I took as many as would fit.”

Y/N might have never been more in love with him than she was in that moment.

On their way back, as they both cooled down from the excitement of the reception and Harry was navigating the post wedding traffic while Y/N nursed the stolen cakes in her hand, they were relatively quiet. Harry was worrying his lip between his teeth like he was thinking on something, and Y/N was too worn out to bother him about it until he opened up as she usually does. Though he told her soon enough, once they finally pulled off on the exit that would take them back home.

“I enjoyed that much more than I thought I would,” he told her truthfully and she smiled.

“Good.”

“I would enjoy if we had a big party,” he continued, and Y/N’s once drooping eyes shoot open, “Much like a wedding but without the ceremony, that was a bore. But a big party and we will invite many people and celebrate our love for one another. Would you be interested in that?”

Y/N’s soppy soft heart only gets soppier as she nods, reaching over so their hands locked where his rested on the middle console.

“I’d love that.”

. . .

Once Harry and Y/N made it home, Y/N had taken what she believed to be a very well deserved nap in the passenger side, only waking to the gentle brush of his fingers to her cheek once they were parked, “Oh, sweet thing,” he’d hummed, “We’re home.” Harry was the best for waking people up, Y/N had decided long ago, because he’s nothing but sweet murmurs and soft caresses. When Niall woke her up in the mornings it was a plethora of pillow hitting and purported threats in the form of I swear to god, you little demon, I’ll write a love letter from you and give it to Professor Rollins. It was jarring and she was far undeserving of it (she only ever hit him will a pillow once and it was because he was already thirty minutes late) when she always wakes people up with careful shakes and promises of breakfast.

Harry is much sweeter towards her, coaxing her from her slumber with soft touches, peppered kisses against her cheek, murmuring pleasant words into her ear and nibbling at the lobe. It brings shivers down her spine and tickles goosebumps up her arms, to where she’s blinking her eyes open slow, adjusting to the light of the room and snuggling deeper into him. If it were a morning she had things to do, Harry would only appease her for a moment with back rubs and cuddles, “Wake up, little human,” he hummed sweetly, and when she replied she didn’t want to, he would assure her that as soon as she returned home they could nap together (which means Y/N will snore in his ear while Harry did whatever he did when she was sleeping and he wasn’t). If she had nothing to do, he would let her sleep in some but would tempt her with breakfast and smoothies.

So when she is reluctant to remove herself from the car, he’s as tender as he always is. Titters something she can’t quite make out before walking over to her side, reaching over to unbuckle her, before gathering her up in his arms. “Your species is such a sleep bunch,” he had commented, “Or maybe it's just my little human who is so tired?”

“Mhm,” she murmured, dipping her face into the column of his throat only then realising that he was carrying the cake plate with the hand of the arm tucked beneath her knees, “Still ready for you stuff me full of that big, thick —“ she begins to tease him but he cuts her off with a small pinch to her bum.

“Careful what you wish for, sweet thing,” he responded, not concerned in the slightest, “Haven’t been inside you for a while, might just split you in half.” He unlocks the door swiftly, twisting the knob and pushing it open, noticeably biting down on the inside of his lip when he feels Y/N shudder and nestle into him closer. She would very much like that, she decides, but she doesn’t think he will. One thing she had learned from him is that if he’s going to feed from her while and/or before they have sex, he prepares far before. The dinner he has is rich and full of nutrients, it’s not normally around a time in which she’s stressed, and it’s only if he’s sure she’s not too exhausted. Two of the three weren’t happening and she could feel from his grip that he was intending to feed from her as soon as they settle.

It’d been a while since he had fed from her; a few weeks at the very least. He didn’t enjoy doing it when she had finals to worry about so he had appeared to be pretty opposed to the fact, even though she continuously told him that it would be just fine if he did. So she knew he was starving -- parched for it -- and the tender flesh of the inside of her thighs, where the blood ran warm and his nose was tucked near another place he loved to frequent, she knew would be a treat after such a long period of wait.

Harry was brisk in his movements, setting the cake he’d taken down on the coffee table and almost immediately whisking her off to their bed. His pupils were blown a telling black that suggested his hungered state; it’s moments like this -- as he’s setting her down atop of the mattress, pushing the soft fabric of the dress up so it floated and fluttered around her hips with albeit precise coordination, eagerly -- that she remembers what he is. Not that him drinking her blood wasn’t its own telling indicator, but she often forgets that he is truly a whole different part of this world, one that nobody is quite aware of.

This should scare her. The way he pushes her thighs apart and settles happily in between, the dark of his eyes overshadowing the usual foamy, light green that they regularly were -- it should make her heart race out of fear that he might take it too far. Drain her of every ounce of blood until he’s satiated and full.

But she isn’t -- not in the slightest, because not only is he pushing sweet kisses to the skin and wrapping his arms around each thigh like a hug, he’s looking up at her like she had given him a star. Like she had single handedly flown to space, plucked one from the sky, and held it out for him to have and to hold. “Remember to tell me if it gets to be too much,” he reminds her as he always does, before he presses his nose to the skin and breathes in deep. His shoulders roll backward once as he nestles closer, his tongue dipping from his mouth to lick a stripe where he would bite as he always does. Goosebumps tickle up and down her arms and legs, her center giving a pulse in interest at the proximity in which he’s near her. It’s too much and not enough all at once, bristling beneath his attention, impatience and excitement fizzling through her veins as she awaits the first bit of pain.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to it. The way the point of his teeth slides into her skin, two pricks much like a shot that she still flinches from. Harry notices her discomfort, using one of his hands to reach up towards her, slotting their fingers together with a soft squeeze as he latches his mouth around the point he’d chosen. He begins to suck from her, such an odd sensation that’s both terribly disconcerting and arousing all at once. A moan threatens at the back of her throat but she swallows it down in favor of hearing his own happy hum against her. Though he normally lacks color, the addition of blood into his system always tints his cheeks a rosy pink at first, and the way he holds onto her tighter, suckles sensually, and revels in the sweetness of the taste makes her tremble.

Y/N doesn’t start getting light headed until two to four minutes in and Harry can always tell -- parting from her with a soft, wet smack, lulling his tongue over the flesh he’d just been feeding from. This time instead of peeling back immediately as he usually does, he scoots forward and pulls the fabric of her panties to the side. Once again he breathes in deep, only this time he is slicking the broad of his tongue up from her hole up to her swollen clit, suckling it into his mouth. This time she is unable to keep her moan quiet, weakened thighs attempting to shut around his head, as he continues to lap at her petals.

“Harry,” she gasps, her back arching, her hips rolling up against his tongue where the clit slicks and slides around the swollen button, moving it side to side beneath, “Please, please don’t stop I --” her legs are shaking much more than she was expecting, reaching down with the hand that he wasn’t holding to burrow in his hair. The mix of spit and her juices was deliciously inviting, wet, messy and warm. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, the telling sign of an orgasm zipping up from the tips of her curled toes, and the light of it wraps around her thigh, around her hips, up through her torso and fanning out down towards her fingers and to the tips of each strand of hair atop her head.

He reaches down towards his cock, wiggling down the slick trousers so they bunch around his thighs as he slips his fingers around the stiff shaft and begins to twist and tug, only serving to make her moan even more against her. Her chest heaves with each breath, biting down on the inside of her cheek when he prods his tongue at her hole, licking inside her, slurping and drinking her up like he’d been born to do it. Almost like he’d been waiting for it since she’d promised him a bite of her thighs in exchange to go to the wedding. The sheer avidness and passion, how he takes hold of her clit between his lips, sucking hard and fast.

He encourages her with his gaze alone, nodding his head, a soft, “Mhm,” against her that had her insides undulating, and like a bubble of water that swells beneath immense pressure, it pops around her in a blinding wave of light. She cums on his mouth, shaking like a leaf -- a very well satisfied leaf -- as Harry licks and sucks and works her through it. Brings her back down from the clouds with soft, sweet kisses up her thighs, to the junction of her leg and hip, pushing kisses to her stomach, and skipping where her dress was still covering her to her mouth. When he kisses her he slips his tongue into her mouth so that he can taste her, nipping, and suckling at her lips before rubbing the tips of their noses together.

Harry pecks another kiss to her mouth before murmuring, “We ran out of cranberry juice this morning,” but before she could act even the tiniest bit elated, he continues, “Thank goodness I have a whole new case of it in my trunk.”

“Harry,” she pouts, but he reaches up and plucks at her bottom lip.

“Put that away,” he tuts his tongue, “If you drink it all, maybe I’ll get you off again, hmm?”

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ijustreallylovezebras · 5 years ago

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Blurb Night!!

As I said earlier, I wanna do a blurb night! So here are some prompts which you can request with if you so wish, though please send in your own ideas as well :)

AUs are ofc welcome too

I’ll be writing for all the usual characters and people - though please send some for Thor, Steve, Peter and Harrison bc I love writing for them and barely get any requests for them. I also wanna start writing like Bucky x Reader x Steve and Hax x Reader x Tom so... request some blurbs for them as well??

So yeah, come join! It won’t be just one night lets be honest, I’ll reblog this post again when I’m closing blurb night requests but for now please just send some in for me to write :)

Quick thing about the prompt lists though - you can’t request both a Way To Say I Love You and a Meet Cute in the same blurb or a Meet Cute and a Kisses Prompt, I hope that’s okay!!

Speech:

“I don’t need to go out for a big dinner just to prove how much I love you”

“I might just be drunk, but how many of you are there?”

“I’m sorry I’m sick”

“I would have really appreciated it if you had told me your parents were coming”

“I wish I could be with you always if I make it go away”

“It’s been a long few months”

“Did it ever even occur to you that I may get bored of waiting?”

“We’re in love with the same person, well you know what they say? Friendships are built on common ground”

“Come inside, I’m sorry.” - “Not until you apologise.” - “I just said I’m sorry!”

“You’re never going to let that go are you?”

“I have to say this now or I never will”

“You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

“Would it be cheesy if we matched clothes a little?”

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“She’s adorable - is she yours?”

“Yeah, I know that I’m the epitome of evil and all, but I do still have standards”

“Where did all these puppies come from?”

“It’s been a long time”

“I’m starting to think five cups of coffee was a bad idea”

“You have a surprisingly sweet smile considering how psychopathic you act on a daily basis”

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

“Am I not enough for you?”

“I’d much rather slit my own throat than see him again”

“He kinda scares me, not gonna lie”

“Please just take a nap”

“I’m sorry - I didn’t know where else to go”

“Just because you didn’t love me doesn’t mean that no one else can”

“Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

“Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy.. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

“Just trust me”

“How long have we known each other and you still don’t know my name?”

“I’ve missed this”

“Seeing you looking so adorable in your pyjamas… it just reminds me how much I adore you”

“What did I just walk in on?”

“I don’t know how to love someone without hurting them.”

“I’m going to marry you one day”

“I suppose it’s my fault for loving you in the first place”

“I’ve spent all this time wondering and worrying about you. You didn’t think of me once?”

“Alright who the fuck drew a dick on my face?”

“I think that’s enough wine for tonight”

“This isn’t a date we’re just third and fourth wheeling”

“This is why we can’t have nice things”

“Rise and shine motherfucker”

“Are you the poster child for Hell these days?”

“Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.”

“I’d give anything to kiss you right now” “How much have you got in your wallet?”

“At what point can I admit to being uncomfortable and leave?”

“You can’t sing for shit you know”

“You’e the most awkward person I know” “Hey!” “I meant it as a compliment”

Kisses

Forehead kisses

Hand kisses

Morning kisses

Goodbye kisses

Cheek kisses

Kisses when one is asleep and the other tucks them in

Giggly kisses

First kiss

Playful kisses around their whole face

Drunk kisses

Ways To Say I Love You

Following their family traditions that they enjoy.

Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

Standing between them and a busy road

Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

Kissing their bruises as they form

Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favourite.

Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.

Holding your hand when they can tell you’re nervous/upset

Leaving food for them to reheat then they work late

Meet Cutes

You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it’s not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought.

Sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it snows.

Almost spilling a drink because you met their eyes and got distracted thinking how cute they are.

They ask you to pretend to be their date at a bar to prevent an ex from talking to them.

Sitting next to each other at a very boring meeting and bonding over your shared lack of attention.

Accidentally hitting them with a snowball

You fix your hair in the reflection of a window to see them smiling at you through it.

They knock on your door rather than your neighbours

Texting the incorrect number but continuing the conversation.

Walking into them and spilling your coffee over them

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deluxedolans · 5 years ago

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How would meeting Clara’s boyfriend (when she’s somewhat older like in her teens) go for Ethan and y/n , I could see Ethan being so stubborn and scaring the boy obviously protective of his special girl and y/n trying to ease up the tension and being nice to the boy to make up for how hard Ethan’s being towards him😩

hi sweetpea!! 💙first of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN!!! i love that anyone wants to talk about a character that i creates and it warms my fuckin heart🥺 also, i know this is old so hopefully you’re still around :))) i had to flesh it out a little bit because i’ve never concepted clara grace as a teenager really. i turned this into a concept/blurb?? if that makes any sense! also, i’m sorry i can’t do the read more feature because i’m currently on mobile 🤦🏻‍♀️ I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THO AND HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST NIGHT.

• okay, first of all, contrary to popular belief, clara is super naive and always sees the good in people. she doesn’t believe that anyone has bad intentions really and that’s a major flaw of hers in addition to her stubbornness. both her optimism combined with her hardheaded personality frequently lead to heartbreak.

• a lot of the boys she has crushes on are players but clara thinks they’re all just really nice and misunderstood.

• ethan does not react well clara grace dating in the first place, but he becomes even more resistant when she sees the fuckboys she’s interested in. ever since clara “hung out with” hunter mckinnon (ethan is the coach for the HS lax team and knew hunter was a dick—he rode the bench and still talked like he was the king shit) and he “was at a dentist appointment” for several hours when he was supposed to be going to the movies with clara ethan‘s protectiveness goes into overdrive. ethan doesn’t think he had ever been more furious when he sees her crying over it.

• therefore, after that incident ethan becomes more protective of clara grace than ever; every dude on the team who even looks at his daughter for a second too long is costing the team suicides.

• ethan doesn’t trust anyone clara brings home, especially with how innocent she is. like i said before, clara grace assumes the best in people and that combined with her stubbornness is a tough combo, especially since she usually insists on finding out people’s true intentions herself.

• clara gets in trouble a lot but it’s because she has such a good heart that she truly wants to go above and beyond for everyone in her life/things she cares about and she will not take no for an answer.

• clara grace is just so passionately caring and sweet to everyone, so she goes for the bad boys ethan is baffled.

• NOW FINALLY: the date. this is clara’s first official date and ethan wants the guy to come in the house but clara tries to brush it off as no big deal.

• “nope, i wanna see this guy’s face, peanut.”

“why? i can show you his instagram?”

“i need to see any and all identifying characteristics in case i need to post a wanted sign.”

“dad! c’mon, you’re so dramatic—he’s really nice, you don’t need to do that.”

“if he’s really nice he’ll come in here so i can get a good look at him.”

• clara tries to sneak out the front door when the kid texts that he’s here but ethan catches her and waves at him. ethan makes clara text him and ask him to come inside.

• “clara grace, you better have him come in here right now or you’re not going anywhere.”

“dad, please don’t call me that, no one calls me that anymore.”

“call you what?”

clara sighs, “you know... clara grace! it’s just clara now.”

ethan’s heart sinks because he loves her full name; thinks it’s the prettiest name in the world. big name for a big personality is what he’s always said. “but it’s your name...”, he tries to reason, his eyes wide as he puts his hands on his hips.

“c’mon dad, it’s embarrassing.”

ethan isn’t usually sensitive to what clara says when she’s being sassy, but this one hurts, mainly because he’s the one who named her. he can’t believe his little peanut is getting to be so big that she doesn’t like the name that he’s been calling her since before she even existed.

• naturally, when the dude gets there, ethan is giving him the third degree:

“what’s your name?”

“jake. s’nice to meet—.”

“what’s your last name?”

while jakes hand was originally extended, he immediately retracts it once he’s interrupted. “wellington.”

ethan nods, noting the last name in his head. “great,” he says flatly, eyes narrowing as he sizes him up. “where are you two going tonight?”

jake swallows the lump in his throat, shifting on his feet, “just to the movies and to get frozen yogurt.” clara is rolling her eyes behind her dad’s back, arms crossed over her chest.

“that’s all, right?” jake nods trying to say as little as possible. “no stopping in parking lots, no hanging out at overlooks, no ‘walks’ on the beach?” ethan’s tone is stern; he wants to make sure there is absolutely no suspicious behavior on this date. he doesn’t care if he’s humiliating clara, her safety will always be his number one priority.

“no, mr. dolan,” jake shifts on his feet, not even attempting to make eye contact with ethan.

“alright, you go to the movies, then to frozen yogurt and straight home. gotta be back by 10.”

clara’s mouth is of course falling open, “dad, you’re not serious.”

“oh, i am very serious.”

• the date goes fine, only clara never goes out with him again. jake texts clara and says that her dad was “too much.” while clara grace mopes around about it for a few days, she’s secretly glad because she knows all jake wellington wanted was a make-out and third base when she hasn’t even gotten her first kiss yet.

• over time, ethan feels guilty bc he hears that girls date guys like their dads and all clara grace does is crush on fuckboys.

•but y/n tells him it’s just clara being clara with her, “fix-it” tendencies.

• ethan and clara finally hash this out when clara goes to a bonfire with some of her friends. when she gets there she sees that there isn’t a sober person in sight. after hanging out for a few hours and watching her friends throw back shots, she contemplates texting her dad to come and get her.

• eventually, clara does text ethan saying “can you come get me please?” sending him her location. ethan is so amped she trusted him enough to text him when she prob was lowkey afraid that he’s immediately jumping off the couch, and swiping his keys off the table, leaving a confused danny in front of the TV.

• clara can’t wait for her dad to come get her; she wasn’t having fun and while she knew ethan wouldn’t be THRILLED she was surrounded by drinking, she knew he’d at least be happy she called him. also, clara is starting to get super upset at the fact that the boy she’s talking to, jack tierney is not only sloshed and trying to feel her up in front of everyone, his hand on her back sliding lower and lower, but he’s also seeing right through her act when she says she “doesn’t feel good” and says she’s gonna “have her dad come pick her up.”

he’s sneering, “god, you’re so fucking annoying, you’re literally incapable of not being uptight for one second, aren’t you?”

clara’s heart drops and a lump forms in her throat. “um, no, i just—i have a headache, s’all.” normally bubbly clara immediately retreats into herself, guards going up, and shyness evident.

“whatever, s’not worth the bullshit anyway. have fun with your dad,” he mocks, snickering as he swigs back the handle of absolut in his grip. clara’s friends all watch in dismay, their eyes wide as they watch the exchange. thankfully, ethan texts ‘here’ just as clara is about to let the tears fall, and she’s speed walking away from the bonfire as quickly as she can.

• as soon as clara hops in the car ethan is poking her with questions, trying to get intel on her night. the whole time shes choking back tears with her one word replies. the entire ride ethan is shifting in his seat with worry—usually clara chats her head off about her day, but she’s suddenly radio silence? he knows somethings up. when ethan pulls into the driveway he’s finally whispering to her, “peanut, whats wrong?”

• as soon as the word ‘peanut’ comes out of his mouth, her face just crumples because she’s so embarrassed, she’s immediately sobbing, “no boys will ever like me, dad. all i do is annoy them and embarrass myself.”

• she’s choking all this out into ethans chest and he’s just rubbing circles into her back, stunned that she’s this upset and she held it in. usually clara is very upfront with her emotions; very much a heart on her sleeve kind of girl, but the whole car ride she was practically silent.

• she tells him how she was uncomfortable because everyone was drunk and she wasn’t so she wanted to go home, but she told everyone she didn’t feel good as a cover.

• “all my girl friends were nice and said bye but jack was just—just so mean, dad.” ethan is immediately tensing at the name. clara had brought him over a few times to hang out and ethan immediately couldn’t stand him as soon as he saw him pull up with a juul in hand. clara tells her dad how jack was drunk and said she wasn’t worth the bullshit and that she was fucking annoying (she doesn’t even censor herself she’s so upset and she usually does, especially around her dad).

• as soon as he hears this, his grip gets immediately tighter because he’s FUMING at how cruel these kids are to his little girl. his jaw is clenching over how awful these boys are to her and he is dumbfounded at how his perfect daughter repeatedly gets treated like shit when there’s no one more perfect and sweet and kind.

• ethan is at a loss of words for a bit because he still can’t even believe that this is happening to her; she’s his first baby, his most sensitive baby, and he can’t help but feel like he failed her in a way by not being protective enough. even though, some would argue he was definitely mildly overbearing.

• “clara grace, baby, you’re the best girl i know. those boys don’t even know what they’re talking about; you’re so beautiful, and kind and—.”

“but all i do is annoy them, daddy, none of them like me. i’m gonna be alone forever,” her voice cracks at the last part. part of ethan wants to smile at how dramatic she’s being, but the other part of him wants to cry for her harsh criticisms of her personality. her bubbly innocence is what made her her. anyone who couldn’t stand that wasn’t worth shit in ethan’s book. she would always be his little girl and just as amazing as she was when he held her for the first time in that little pink blanket.

• “oh my pretty girl, you are far from annoying. honestly, every boy you’ve brought home hasn’t been able to hold a candle to you. i’m not just saying this because i’m your dad, i’m saying this because i know you; you’re too good for them. you’re so much better than you’ll ever know, and they don’t deserve someone as kind and sweet as you, okay? screw them, alright? you’re not annoying, and i don’t want you to listen to a goddamn word of what that kid said tonight. you listen to me: you are so smart, funny, caring, clever, sensitive and beautiful, so, so beautiful. screw that kid, he doesn’t deserve you, clara grace, doesn’t deserve a bit of you. ” ethan’s lips are pulled into a pout as he rambles, still in disbelief at the slander of the teenage boy.

• clara is still lightly sniffling in her dads arms. “is that an order?”

“yes, you have to listen to me. m’your dad.” ethan’s hands have taken to stroking her hair softly now.

“okay,” she sighs, lightly giggling into his chest as he rests his chin on top of her head.

of course, in typical ethan dramatics, he just can’t let it go, “now, can you stop crushing on such jerks? you’re breaking my heart here, peanut.”

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