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afyrian · 2 months ago

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hi :3 for your event could i call captain america for a screeching noise pls !! (´；Д；`) w suna or sakusa i don’t mind :3

sweaty palms and hearts suna rintaro x fem!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 941 | prompts: brother's best friend + band au

peeking out of the curtains, you feel your hands getting clammy. the velvet texture runs along your palm, feeling odd against the callouses on your fingers. taking in a deep breath, you let them close back together, the loud cries of the crowd slowly drowning out. shaking your hands, you roll your head, trying to steady your breathing.

you commit to this exercise every gig, rain or shine. running your hands up and down your shirt, closing your eyes to mentally encourage yourself. when you open your eyes you're faced with the sight of suna walking onto the stage, spinning a drumstick in his hand. looking over at you, his gaze softens, mind emptying of the nervousness he's been feeling.

"you getting ready?" he asks, both to you and himself, hand shoving the drumsticks into his back pocket.

pursing your lips, you nod, fingers fiddling absentmindedly. staring at your guitar, you swallow down the nervousness sitting idly in your throat. "yeah.. yeah, i'm just feeling- i don't even have the words, there's just so many people," resting your hands on the back of your neck, you pace the stage.

"you do great every time, n/n, you're gonna do fine now," he walks up to you, hands reaching out for yours.

his thumbs run along the backs of your palms, his fingers noticeable softer than yours. a smile etches on his lips and for a moment you can feel your heartbeat slow. for a moment you can finally hear your thoughts play out in coherent sentences. he soothes you in a way you've always needed, he's your beat.

looking up at him, you take in one more deep breath, fingers tapping against his hands. "thanks, rin," you quietly say, the front of your old converses just barely touching his shoes, inches apart.

"anything for you, n/n. plus talking to you helps me calm down too," suna breathes out a sigh of relief, his heartbeat returning to the same natural beat, like a drum that's rocking steadily.

"really? well, i never knew that," you smile wider, feeling your cheeks getting warm, butterflies stirring in your stomach.

without missing a single second, his hands free themselves from yours, raising up to your cheeks. resting his thumbs against your cheekbones, his touch is soft and gentle. breath kissing yours, suna looks deep into your eyes, reaching down into your soul, "may i?"

nodding softly, you lean into his touch, lips pressing against his. the gentle touch of his hands act opposite of his chapped lips. devoid of much chapstick or water, they're rough against your own. suna holds onto you like he's starving without you, as if he's been waiting for this moment his whole life.

bringing your hands up to his neck, you hold onto him, matching his energy. just as you're about to pull him closer, something falls to the ground, sounding like an old grocery store bag filled with boxes. letting go of his neck, you stand back, biting your lip. looking in the direction of the noise, you see atsumu standing with his mouth wide open.

"you two? suna you're kissing my sister?? and y/n? you're kissing my ex-teammate slash bandmate?" his eyebrows furrow, the bags of dessert and snacks he had brought for after resting on the ground.

holding back a smile, you look back at suna, crinkling your nose. "i'm so sorry you had to see that 'sumu, but he’s not just your bandmate…” you quietly say, hands raising up and covering your mouth.

suna stays next to you, hands resting by his sides, “she.. well, she is a great person. and i really like her and have known her and you for forever.”

“this is so weird… god i have to text ‘samu,” atsumu grabs at the phone in his pocket, immediately wanting to tell his twin of their younger sibling’s personal love life.

shaking your head, you take a few steps towards him, hoping to stop him from contacting your other brother. raising the phone higher, atsumu starts typing out a message, thumbs tapping quickly against the screen. “no! you’re not telling him!” reaching up once more for his phone, you give up, knowing there’s only one other way you’ll get it…

you jump up from your spot, wrapping your arms around his neck. your legs wrap around his torso, the heels of your shoes dig into his stomach. one of your hands pushes against his face as your hand reaches out to his. your fingers push against his phone, attempting to get him to loosen his grip just enough that you can pull it from his hand. luckily, the pressure against his nose causes his hand to instinctively open.

grabbing the phone, you begin deleting the message, including the many typos. “no! you are not ruining this for me before ending something before it’s even begun!” shoving it into the pocket opposite of your own phone, you look down at his face, eyebrows raise.

“i won’t send anything if you get off me!” atsumu says loudly, fingers pulling at your hand gripping onto his chin, “plus i think you climbing me like a monkey surely isn’t going to attract suna very much.”

looking back at suna, you can instantly feel yourself growing embarrassed. he’s seen you mess with your brothers more than once, but never has he seen you act as wildly as you did today. he’s holding back a smile as he shrugs, “nah, don’t worry, never getting the ick with you.”

“now i’m getting the ick…” atsumu frowns, ruffling his hair between his fingers to try to fix your mess.

a/n: thanks for requesting, i hope you like it!! gen. taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia

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nicoline1998enilocin · 3 months ago

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if you're still taking requests, could you write 15. “touch yourself, i want to watch” with boyfriend!Tony, young or not, you choose! thxxx

Playtime

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 1K

SUMMARY || Being away from your boyfriend is never fun, but usually, you can get through it relatively okay. However, since you got pregnant and you’re carrying a set of twins, your hormones have gone all crazy, leaving you needier than ever before for him. This results in a FaceTime call Tony won’t forget anytime soon.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || College AU. Pregnancy fic. Established relationship. Explicit sexual content.

SMUT || Teasing. Dirty talk. Praise. Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Phone/FaceTime sex. Stripping/striptease. Handjob. Fingering. Masturbation (F+M).

A/N || This is written for my Summer of Drabbles. Nonnie, I cannot even begin to explain how much fun I had while writing this! I always enjoy giving a little insight into these two and their dynamic, so I think this is a perfect addition to their story! This is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1, I love you so much, bestie! 🤍

EVENTS @fandombingo || A Familiar Face @tonystarkbingo #8005 || Thirst

Photo: Source || Other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Young!Tony Stark || Summer of Drabbles

"Touch yourself; I want to watch."

No, "Hello, how are you?" or "Hi!" is said by you as your boyfriend, Tony, answers your FaceTime call. It just won't do when you're feeling needy for your boyfriend, and he's not there with you to relieve the longing between your thighs. A smirk is visible on your boyfriend's face, making his glasses slide down his nose a bit, making him look adorable.

"Hello to you, Sunshine; how's your trip?" he asks, and you let out a frustrated huff in response, as that's so not the point of your call. You'd get to the small talk later. First, you need to do something about your growing arousal. Ever since you got pregnant about seven months ago, your hormones have been all over the place, and your libido has been raised exponentially, which is how you two have gotten into this situation, to begin with.

"Yeah, yeah, fine! Now, can we move on?" you ask, a hint of frustration in your voice that your boyfriend can't help but smile at. He feigns innocence for just a few more moments, claiming not to know what you're talking about, but then he gives in. The last thing he'd want to do is make you feel frustrated.

"I'm gonna give you a nice show; what do you think of that, Sunshine? Are you gonna watch as I take off layer after layer of my clothes until I'm completely naked for you?" he asks, his voice low as he does, and you immediately nod. Your eyes are roaming over every inch of skin he exposes, layers being sensually pulled off his body as he shows himself off to you. Soft moans keep escaping at the sight, your fingers playing gently with yourself so you won't cum before it has even started.

The moment his shirt is lifted agonizingly slow over his muscular torso, you lean in a little to get an even better view, the veins on his arms making them look like works of art that you can't wait to explore the second you're back in New York. The next thing to go is his pants, which he unbuttons quickly, though he takes his sweet time pulling them down, a smile appearing on your features as you realize he's not wearing any underwear, his cock hard and straining the denim fabric of his jeans.

A soft gasp slips past your lips as it springs free with an audible splat against his abs, and you can't get enough of the sight in front of you. His hand wraps around his length, a groan coming from deep in his chest as his large, calloused hand glides over the velvet skin of his cock, the veins adorning it only adding to the pleasure. Meanwhile, all you can think about is sitting on it again and feeling how it fills you up the way only your boyfriend can.

"Sunshine," he says gently, guiding your attention back to his face instead of his cock, warmth spreading over your face as you realize he caught you staring. A dopey smile is on his lips as you make eye contact again, and your heart skips a beat at seeing your boyfriend's striking, familiar face. The face you've committed to memory, and the one you can stare at for hours without ever getting bored.

"I believe it's your turn now. I've been missing your beautiful, perfect body, and I can't wait much longer to have a look. Been thinking of the way your round belly feels under my fingertips and the way you clench around my fingers and cock when I rub it softly," he says, his eyes showing nothing but thirst over your body. While your pregnancy has changed a lot of things about you and your body, Tony has embraced every single change, only becoming more turned on as well with every passing day.

"Hmm, and the way your tits produce the sweetest milk for me to drink, fuck!" he exclaims as he grips the base of his cock, your dress now on the floor as well as you spread yourself open for your boyfriend to the best of your abilities. He has the perfect sight of the way your fingers dip into your tight, dripping pussy and rub circles over your sensitive, throbbing clit as your high builds quickly.

"Fuck, Sunshine, you don't have any idea what you do to me right now. Makes me so fucking hard to see you play with yourself. Just a needy little slut wanting to see her boyfriend's cock now that she's not with him. I promise you I will fucking ruin you when you're back, Sunshine. Every single hole will be used until all you can think of is me," he says, his breath quickly picking up as he does while your orgasm approaches quickly.

"'M so close, Sunshine," Tony groans, and you nod in response, unable to talk as he jerks himself faster, both of you moaning in unison until you fall apart on your fingers, shortly followed by your boyfriend as he paints his abs and chest with cum before scooping some of it up and swallowing it, humming at the taste.

"I love you so much, Sunshine, and I can't wait to have you and our twins back soon," he says with a deep red blush on his cheeks, his glasses sliding further down again. You rub your belly as you reposition yourself, and that's when they decide to kick again, making you smile.

"Oh, I wish you could feel them kicking right now, My Love; I think our adventure woke them up!" you joke, and Tony looks at your belly with so much love that it makes your heart swell with it, too. You have rarely felt more loved than you do now, even though you're on the other side of the country.

Your love for each other knows no bounds, and this moment definitely cements that for you both.

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baileypie-writes · 11 months ago

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hi again 😝 I love the little story I got and I have another request if u want it. velvet and veneer with a very sassy younger sibling? like sassier than velvet in the movie 😱

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~Velvet and Veneer with a Sassy Younger Sibling~

+Mini Oneshot

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Gender Neutral

Relationship: Familial

Genre: Comedy

Warnings: Lots of sass(Reader), Crimp being bullied

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~ Sassiness probably runs in the family. I mean, have you met Velvet and Veneer? So it’s really no surprise that you’re sassy too.

~ The twins are probably a bit thrown off by the level of your sassiness at times. I mean, you’re younger than them, but somehow worse? They didn’t expect that.

~ Veneer doesn’t sass you back. He knows better. You can definitely verbally destroy him without even trying hard. So he just lets you be.

~ Velvet on the other hand, oh boy. The two of you go back and forth all the time. She doesn’t want to be out-sassed by you, so she just keeps talking back. Unfortunately, she always loses.

~ When you sass other people, the twins are immensely entertained. They find it hilarious. Especially if you’re doing it to Crimp. They even praise you for absolutely destroying her.

~ Velvet and Veneer always back you up when you get in trouble for your attitude. Even if you’re totally in the wrong.

~Mini Oneshot~

You were hanging out in Velvet and Veneer’s dressing room. You lounged around, playing on your phone as they got ready for their concert.

Crimp was hovering, as always. It was honestly unsettling how close she always was. She scrambled around, doing whatever Velvet and Veneer asked. When she wasn’t being bossed around, she waited to be bossed around.

The twins were finally ready, and they were just about to head out the door. “Crimp, mop the floor. I want it sparkling by the time we get back.” Velvet demanded, not even looking at who she was talking to.

Crimp took a second to catch her breath, tired from following them around. “Can’t (name) do it? I mean, they’ve just been sitting there the whole time…” She said.

“If they wanted me to do it, they wouldn’t have asked you, stupid.” You sassed, not looking up from your phone. “Now, you already look like a mop, so I don’t see how this job would be too hard for you. So do it.”

Crimp was shocked, immediately starting to stutter nervously. Velvet and Veneer burst out laughing. “Wow, (name). Really laying the sass on thick today!” Veneer said.

Let’s just say that Crimp won’t be doing much communicating with you from now on.

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~~baileypie-writes

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alldoll3dup · 10 months ago

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Hii!! This is my first time doing this so I hope I'm doing it right 💀 If you're still available for requests, I was wondering if you could do headcanons or a one-shot (whichever you like more) for a gn or fem reader that's best friends with Velvet and Veneer and is also a famous singer?

If you need a little more inspiration, maybe they would've met at an award show or something similar. I feel like Veneer would be the first to become friends with the reader and then Velvet would become a little more approachable and friendly. Or maybe they were both fans of each other and became fast friends and eventually besties.

Or if you have your own ideas, write those instead! Whatever you choose to do, I'll be happy with! I love them so much and your previous writings have fueled my obsessed brain 😅

I hope you have a good day!! And thank you so much!! 💖

▐ Omg hey of course i can do it, thank you very much, your idea is really good and i will love to write it!

໑୧﹒★﹒Velvet and Veneer x famous!Reader - Headcanon's/one-shot ᰍ﹒∿

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - You were a famous artist and at an award you met the famous twins Velvet and Veneer and maybe you three became best friends

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Trolls

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - FEM!Reader, swearing

★ ONE SHOT ★

- You were a famous artist, known for your addictive and amazing songs

- So because of your undeniable talent you were invited to an awards ceremony, you were very excited thinking about the artists you could meet there

- So the day of the big awards event finally arrived, you talked to several famous stars until you noticed a big commotion around two people

- They were the twins Velvet and Veneer, you admired them a lot and wondered if you would have the chance to talk to them

- A few minutes passed and you had to go straight to a stage with other artists and the twins were there too

- The awards started when it was your turn and you ended up bumping into Veneer (who almost fell in the ground )

"Oh my god sorry! WAIT You're Y/N?" - you looked at him a little confused

"Yes, it's me, I'm sorry for bumping into you" - You scratched your head in embarrassment, your first time talking to him was already a disaster

"I've already listened to your songs, they're A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, my sister didn't want me to talk to you because you're an 'adversary', but look, call this number when you're free, kay? Bye bye" - and then Veneer walked away normally and you were perplexed

- On stage you received some awards and lots of applause and when the event ended you were still thinking about what Veneer had said, did he liked your music? Unbelievable

- When you got home you called the number and it was Veneer's number, you and him talked for hours about many things

- You and Veneer became friends very fast so he asked you to go out together, you, him and Velvet, you just thought how unbelievable that was if that was a dream you didn't want to wake up

- Then the day came when you met again, Veneer immediately greeted you while Velvet looked at you with disdain and crossed arms.

"Y/N we have so much to talk about! Let's go"

"Ugh what a nonsense"

- When Veneer left your side for a while, Velvet immediately looked at you with disdain and held your face for you to look at her

“You may fool my foolish brother, but you won’t fool me, don’t try to draw attention to yourself, get out of my way.”

"No, it's nothing like that, I admire you two a lot, I didn't want to give you that impression"

- Then Veneer comes back with some random stuff and you feel a little embarrassed.

"Hey is something wrong going on Y/N?"

"No, it's fine..."

- You spend the rest of the day trying to please Velvet and Veneer, but Veneer doesn't quite understand your sudden change in mood

- At the end of the day you say goodbye and when you open your cell phone you are bombarded with messages from Veneer

★ Veneer Bestie

- Girl are you okay? You looked so uncomfortable

- Something happened?

- I'm going to hit whoever messed with you 😈

It's okay I just think your sister dont like me 😭 -

- She doesn't like anyone lMAO 💀💀💀

- Just wait a while, someday she will trust you

- So every day you became closer to them and one day Velvet finally gave in

"Lest do a feat with me, you and Veneer" - she said crossing her arms

"Oh my god???? Yes I thought you would never ask"

"First I'm not asking, I'm ordering, secondly, don't think we're friends, I just liked your voice a little"

- You released your first feat together and it literally blew up, you were the most talked about at the moment

- You were the trio of the moment!

★ HEADCANON'S ★

- You are always together at events, always laughing and gossiping about everyone around you

- Velvet is very cruel, but sometimes she treats you well, Veneer is super kind

- Velvet definitely posts a lot of photos of the three of you together

- Since you are their best friend, they are very supportive of your career as you are of theirs

- Did you post a new song? They disclose

- Did they post a new song? You disclose

- You three are literally the trio goal of most mount rageons

- When you're with Velvet you're are both cruel judgers making fun of any idiot , especially when you two are angry or disgusted (but Velvet is much more aggressive)

- When you're with Veneer, sometimes you have to stand up for him otherwise he just lets it go (even if it's a very offensive thing)

- The three of you together are complete chaos, you have the funniest moments together

- Literally the presence of the three of you together is devastating, funny and chaotic

- Definitely a fan created a channel on youtube of "Best moments of the chaotic trio"

- You guys spend a lot, but like A LOT of money when you're together

"Look Y/N this suits you! I'm going to buy all of them" - she said with the ugliest thing she found in the store

"Oh how cute I need this!" - he said with the most useless thing in his hand that he will never use but it's super expensive

"My God, you guys are wasting money machines "

- Definitely have sleepovers and Velvet always puts on the worst horror movie possible

- And even so, Veneer is scared to death, all covered up, holding onto your arm while Velvet slaps you because she only knows how to laugh by hitting (and like a trapped goose)

"Dammit Velvet stop hitting me!”

"HWHWYWUWJSHEG *trapped goose sounds* I CANT"

"Y/N HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO DIE I WANT TO STOP WATCHING BUT I CAN'T!"

- You and Velvet start laughing together and Veneer gets sulky and stomps away

"I AM SORRY VENEER JSHSHSJSJHDBDL"

"I won't forgive you Y/N" (two minutes later he forgets)

- If any insect comes near you three, you will have to kill it because Velvet is disgusted and Veneer is afraid

"LOOK AT THIS DISGUSTING THING KILL IT!" - Velvet screams going behind Y/N

"KILL IT NOW WHAT IF THIS MONSTER TAKES OVER OUR HOUSE?!" - Veneer says desperately behind Y/N

"Relax, you two, it's just a spider" - you pick it up on paper and in a jar and put it outside

- After you leave, Velvet will "accidentally" step on the poor spider

- And this is your normal day to day as the best trio of Mount Rageous

▐ Hello y'all, this was just so fun to write omg

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ♡

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! ★

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books-and-dragons · 7 months ago

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Please imagine Takemi putting Akira on pain meds post-interrogation and it leads to somewhat comical conversations when he's high as balls

"Ryuji would you still love me if I was gay"

"You already--ykw, whatever, yeah"

Akira, sobbing "I love you so much"

asdfg june this concept is absolutely hilarious to me, you just know that a blitzed-out-of-his-mind akira would be the most comical (and chaotic) sight

his usual quiet demeanor? gone, this boy isn't shutting the fuck up. or, if he is it's like having a cat- peace and quiet is not a good sign; silence rings from upstairs, not a mindless chatter to be heard and the rest of the pt freeze downstairs and share the same immediate panic: akira what the fuck are you up to now (especially since he should be RESTING but now he's trying to climb out the window and roofjump across yongen. seriously, someone needs to be on akira-watch constantly)

at some point akira starts chatting on about the velvet room, and igor's long-ass nose, twin child-wardens and the persona executions, and the team just think it's more of his high ramblings. you'd sure think, huh....

and he calls sojiro 'dad' the entire time. no, those aren't tears in sojiro's eyes, he's just very tired from staying up all night tending to akira. that's all.

futaba has it all on film, and akira's in for the lifelong fight of his life to keep that shit private. younger siblings will younger sibling.

#ask #how is it i can picture that scene with ryuji so vividly in my mind #its perfect #also with the amount of shit akira has gone through and all his trials with dodgy medicines how have we missed THIS possibility until now #persona 5 #p5 #akira kurusu

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taylorsv3rsion13 · 1 year ago

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we never go out of style || c.f.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

words : 2.7k

synopsis : things were always rocky for conrad and you. after the whole break up, will everything be the same the year later? or will it all turn to shit.

Every year since we were little kids we would celebrate mine and Belly's birthday. We were born on the same day, but a year apart. And it seemed to make us closer. Susannah would decorate the house and Laurel would make us pancakes every year and Conrad would draw a sun with syrup all over my pancakes. It was like a holiday for us.

"Happy birthday, sweetie!" My mom said over the phone as I was calling her.

"Thank you." I said, smiling.

"Okay, I won't keep you away for long, I know you're waiting for your pancakes." She laughed through the phone.

"Bye, love you!"

"Love you too."

I finished getting ready, putting on all of the makeup and jewelry I needed.

My outfit was normal, just wearing a teal tank top and a green cargo mini skirt.

As soon as I came out of the room Belly did too.

"You're looking hot." I said to her as we made our way down the stairs. She was wearing a floral patterned birthday dress.

"Morning!" We shouted in sync as we came into the kitchen.

Steven and Laurel were making pancakes, Jeremiah and Susannah were decorating, and Conrad looked like he didn't want to be there.

There were various smiles with "hey" and "Happy birthday!"

Susannah came to us first, hugging us, "There are the birthday twins!" She exclaimed.

Jeremiah hugged Belly as Steven hugged me, "Happy birthday." They both said to us before swapping.

"Belly Button's getting old finally!" I exclaimed as I gave her sixteen punches on the arm.

She was quick to return, hitting me even harder seventeen times as I screamed around the kitchen.

Laurel raised an eyebrow at us before giving us a group hug, "Happy birthday, beautiful girls."

"Did you call your mom?" Susannah asked as she plated some fruit.

"Yes, she was the first person I talked to."

"Your Minnie and Mickey Mouse pancakes are ready." Laurel smiled.

Belly looked at her mom for a moment, "I'm actually not that hungry..."

I looked at Laurel, "I'll take a pancake or two."

"Okay, how about presents?" Susannah asked.

"You're going to love mine." Jeremiah said, yet I don't know who he was talking to.

Conrad didn't say anything, eating his cereal in peace. He ignored me, but did wave hello to Belly.

Belly opened her present from her mom first. It was a beautiful book.

"It's a first edition. I got it from a rare book dealer." Laurel smiled.

We all noticed how Belly didn't have much emotion with the book, "Turn to the bookmarked page."

"That's the poem Susannah would repeat to us." I said, reading the page.

I grabbed the present that she had given me. I unwrapped it to reveal the most gorgeous cover I've ever seen on a book. It was Little Women.

"Oh, wow." I said, looking through the pages.

"Your mom said it reminded you of home."

I looked up to Laurel, "Thank you so much."

"Girls, open mine now!" Susannah squealed as she handed us our gifts.

Belly revealed a black velvet box, while I had a white one.

She opened hers, and a pearl bracelet was inside.

"Oh, wow." Belly exclaimed.

"These were pearls that my mom gave me for my sweet 16. Now Y/N, open yours."

I opened the box and there was a gorgeous pearl necklace.

"Those were also from my mom. She gave them to me when I was a debutante." She smiled as she admired Belly and I.

"Oh Y/N, I have another gift for you." Susannah said.

I looked at her, puzzled on why I would have two?

She handed me another box, this time it was a velvet red. I opened it and there was a golden chain with a sun in the middle. I immediately recognized it as a matching necklace, needing a moon on the other side.

"Isn't there supposed to be a moon as well?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, maybe someone else has it." Susannah shrugged. "I just thought it reminded me of you."

Jeremiah jumped up, "Ooh! I'm next."

He handed us his somewhat neatly wrapped gift.

Belly was given a charm in the shape of a key.

"It's for good luck. So you can pass your drivers test." Jeremiah smiled.

I opened mine revealing a golden bracelet with a heart charm.

"Thank you so much, Jere." I smiled.

"Think fast Y/N!" Steven said as he threw a present at me. He also threw one at Belly. "Open them at the same time!" He urgred.

We both ripped through the package, opening and unfolding a Princeton crewneck.

"Oh my god you actually got in!" I exclaimed as I ran to hug him.

"No, not yet." He smiled.

Laurel looked at Steven, "I didn't know you were still considering Princeton?"

"Well I'll probably get scholarships and Dad said I could get some financial aid." Steven explained.

The room got silent and tension was high.

"Uh Conrad, do you have a present for Belly and Y/N?" Susannah asked.

He passed Belly a black velvet bag. She opened it, taking out a silver infinity necklace.

His attention then turned to me, "Sorry, I forgot."

"Oh yeah, don't worry, it's cool. I wasn't expecting much anyway." I smiled, trying to actually hide how I felt.

It did hurt. He remembered Belly's birthday, yet he couldn't even remember mine. Which was the same day.

There was a lot of tension in in the room as everyone looked at each other.

"Uhm, so I have to go. I promised Cleveland that I'd show him some knots today."

I watched as he got up from his seat and left. I didn't want it to affect me, but it really did.

"Happy birthday Y/N, and Belly." He said.

"Why don't we go practice driving?" I asked Belly, trying to take my mind off of things. "So you can drive us to get Taylor as well."

She squealed excitedly, "Yes!"

I got up from my seat, heading over to go out the front.

"Hey Y/N?" Susannah called out.

I turned to her, "Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"Of course I am." I smiled reassuringly.

I sat in the passenger seat while Jeremiah sat in the back.

She made a sharp right and we all went flying.

"Whoops." She laughed.

"Dear god, Bells." I said as I held onto anything I could grab on to.

The bus pulled up as we stood there, waiting for Taylor to come out.

"You excited, Bells?" I asked.

"Yeah." She said, but I could tell there was a part of her that wasn't excited.

"Twenty-bucks she's gonna call Jere, Jeremy." I said.

The girl emerged from the bus holding a handful of balloons and a bag.

"Oh, my god!" Taylor exclaimed as her and Belly ran to each other.

"Taylor!" I said as I ran to hug her.

"Here, let me take that for you." Jeremiah said as he took her bags.

Taylor smiled looking up at Jeremiah, "Thank you, Jeremy."

I laughed at Jeremiah as he just stood there smiling.

"So, should we head home?" Jeremiah suggested.

"Ooh, actually, let's make a stop first." Taylor said, making eye contact with Belly and I.

We sat under an umbrella as Jeremiah placed down a banana split with three spoons for us.

Taylor dug in first, "I would literally eat this every day if I could."

She also pulled out a gift for Belly. And another for me.

"Oh wow, these are cute." I said as I opened my present, revealing a blue bikini.

"I know right, it's hot." She said.

Belly opened hers and it was a white bikini.

"Y/N?" Taylor called out as we hung out in the pool.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Where's Conrad?" She asked.

"Oh, I don't know." I shrugged, swimming over to Jeremiah and Steven.

After a couple of minutes in out own little groups, Taylor suggested to play chicken, which we all agreed to.

"Dibs on Jeremy." Taylor smiled as she made her way to Jeremiah

"Oh, great, that means I'm stuck with Steven." Belly said sadly.

"Wait, what about Y/N?" Jeremiah asked.

Belly looked at me, "Oh, do you want to go on Steven?"

"No it's fine, you guys can play." I said.

There was a few complaints from Belly and Steven about being each others partners, so Taylor and Belly switched.

"Okay, three, two, one, go!" I yelled as they began fighting in the water.

The fight lasted less than a minute with Taylor and Steven falling into the water.

"Woo!" Jeremiah and Belly exclaimed in excitement. I gave them both a high five.

On the other hand, Steven and Taylor were bickering about who's fault it was that they lost.

"Hey guys!" A familiar voice said.

I turned my head around and Nicole was walking through with Conrad.

"Hey, Nicole!" I said.

"Hi. Happy Birthday you two." She said. "Are you guys playing.. chicken?"

"Yeah, it was Taylor's idea." Belly said.

"Hey, I'm Taylor." Taylor said from behind Belly.

Belly smiled, "She's my best friend from home."

"Yeah, I'm just visiting for the weekend." Taylor added.

"Oh, that's cute." Nicole said.

"Do you guys wanna play a real game?" I asked.

Everyone in the pool said yes.

Jeremiah had helped me set up the net and then the games began. I was on the girls side and Nicole and Conrad sat on the edge of the pool, dipping their feet in the water.

The boys groaned 'No!' as us girls cheered for our point.

We did a couple more rounds, as we all laughed a lot. This was definitely one of my favorite summers. Being with everyone, like nothing ever happened.

"You're not ready." Taylor smirked to Steven.

"You're on."

Taylor hit the ball, and it swerved, hitting Nicole in the head.

"Ow." Nicole said.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Steven said through in-between awkward laughs.

"Taylor." Belly said sternly before turning back to Nicole, "I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. You guys keeping playing." Nicole said to us.

"Feel better Nicole!" I said as she began walking back into the house with Conrad.

Conrad stopped in his tracks, just looking down at me.

"Have fun playing." He said.

Dinner was just as I'd imagined. It was gorgeous and vibrant.

Susannah had made the girls all flower crowns as well, for Midsommar.

I sat in between Jeremiah and Conrad again, but we added another chair next to Belly, because Cam Cameron was here!

Throughout the dinner, Jeremiah kept question Cameron, making fun of him almost.

Somehow Jeremiah got on the talk about kissing dead animals and then kissing Cameron, which made me kick him hard in the shin.

"Ow." He exclaimed.

"Oh shut up."

"I don't mind at all, in fact-" Cameron said as he kissed Belly on the lips.

I'm not even joking. All of our mouths fell open.

From beside me, Steven and Jeremiah both pretended to retch.

"If you guys don't shut up." I said loudly over their obnoxious noises.

It got into our embarrassing moments throughout our childhood at the Fishers as well, but Conrad stayed silent the whole time.

"Hey, I was thinking. Maybe we should go out to Nicole's party?" I asked

"Yes!" Taylor and Belly exclaimed at the same time.

Conrad's eyes met mine for a second before dropping. He didn't seem happy with what I said.

I laid on Belly's bed, staring up at the cieling.

"I think Conrad still hates me." I stated.

Taylor and Belly turned to look at me.

"Why would you say that?" Belly asked.

'I don't know. When I brought up Nicole's' party, he just seemed to go quieter than normal.

Taylor laughed a little, "It's fine Y/N. He's just a dumb boy either way."

I sighed knowing she was right.

"Look at us," Taylor said as we looked in the mirror, "We're hot ass bitches."

She was in the hot pink mini dress, Belly was in a knit crochet top with beige pants, and I was in a halter white and blue top with jeans.

As soon as we walked into the party, a man came down the stair banister, wooing.

And then to the right of the house was what I'm guessing was a dining room. Lot's and lot's of cakes and desserts with 17 and 16 candles.

"Y/N, you guys came!" Nicole's voice said as she made her way through people.

I laughed a little, "Hi, Nicole! You look gorgeous." I said, hugging her.

"Me? Look at you. You look like a goddess."

Nicole lead us through the house and they followed behind. Well everyone but Taylor. She had decided to find a drink for herself.

"Guys, look who's here." Nicole said to the girls.

Nicole began lighting the candles.

"Is this for us?" Belly asked.

"Who else would it be for, Belly?" Nicole asked with a smile.

"Thank you, guys." Belly and I both had said.

"Okay, well, girls, make a wish." Nicole motioned towards the two cakes.

The topic with the group got onto Conrad and how he was.

"He's not talking to anyone else. He's usually just to himself." I said

"Okay well new topic." Nicole said, not wanting to talk about Conrad, "Have you asked anyone to the ball"

"Oh, no. I'm waiting for the right person." I said, giving Nicole a smile.

I looked past Gigi who was saying something to Belly about asking Cam to the ball. Anywho, past Gigi was Conrad. He was messing with his hair and he was laughing and smiling.

I couldn't even lie. He was attractive.

He made eye contact with me as he drank a large part of his beer.

I couldn't like him again though. But there was part of me that knew it could happen again. Susannah told me to believe in second chances.

I don't know what happened really. I was just watching the boys play their little ping pong drinking game and then Belly came out all mad.

"Hey, can we leave?" Belly asked Cameron.

"Oh yeah, yeah." Cameron said.

"Y/N, you need a ride home? I don't want to take you away from the party." Belly said.

"It's fine. I'll give her a ride home." Conrad jumped in.

I looked at him questioningly, but he didn't look back.

"See you later, Bells!" I called out to her as she began to leave.

Jeremiah looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Fill in for Cam Cameron please."

I rolled my eyes playfully at him, "Fine, scooch over."

After an hour or so, we all were ready to leave. By now I was drunker then I probably should've been. So drunk that Conrad had to help me to the car and into the car.

He sat in the drivers seat as I just stared at him.

"You're like the moon to my sun." I sighed, touching his hair.

He grabbed onto my hand, putting it back into my lap.

"Y/N, you're drunk." He said to me.

"Noo, you're drunk." I said to him, booping his nose.

I came down stairs the next morning. Jeremiah already in the kitchen, mixing himself up one of his smoothies.

"Hit me." I said to him as I groaned and propped my head on the table with my arm.

He laughed, splitting his smoothie with me.

"You drank a lot last night for such a small girl."

"I shouldn't have." I said, gulping down a large amount of the drink.

Belly came down the stairs soon, grabbing the box of cereal and pouring some in her mouth.

"I'm guessing you and tay-tay haven't made up yet?" I asked.

"No." Belly said with no emotion.

At the party, Steven and Taylor were making out and then Belly had walked in.

"You guys want to do a muffin run?" I asked.

"I'm always up for a muffin run." Jeremiah smiled. Belly also agreed.

"Can you get the keys from Conrad's room? Jeremiah asked.

I nodded, "Yeah sure. Is he home?"

"No, he dropped you off at home and then spent the night at Nicole's" Jeremiah explained.

"Oh um." I stammered, "Do you know where he keeps the keys?"

"Uh, they should be in his desk." Jeremiah said.

I never really was in Conrad's room often. But it didn't look much different than the last time I had seen it. It was obviously boat themed which was cute.

His drawers were messy inside. Nothing was organized and there were like 5 condoms.

There was also a black velvet pouch which I took out. Yes, I'm nosy, but I wanted to know what was inside.

I opened it and saw a moon bracelet.

I put the bracelet charm against my sun charm and it fit perfectly. What the hell was wrong with him?

When we went home, I drove Belly and Taylor to the bus stop.

I sat in the car with Belly as we watched Taylor wait in line for the bus.

"You're not going to say goodbye?" I asked her skeptically.

"I don't want to talk to her." Belly said, not making eye contact with me.

"Come on Belly, she's your best friend. She loves you, especially if she came out here just for your birthday."

Belly sighed, "Fine."

Once she came back in, she seemed mad, but I didn't care.

"I know i'm only a year older than you, but just take my wisdom for once." I joked, "Boys might come and go, but your best friend is once in a lifetime. You're lucky you have someone like Taylor. We never know what the future will hold, so you have to hold tight to that relationship."

Friends come and go. Boys come and go. But best friends stay. They're real. That's what I loved about the Fishers and Conklins. They were my best friends and they always stayed. Every single year.

#conrad fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher #the summer i turned pretty #conrad x y/n #tsitp #belly conklin #conrad fisher #steven conklin #taylor jewel #susannah beck #susannah fisher #laurel conklin #summer #tsitp season 1 #tsitp season 2

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mousequill · 11 months ago

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My thoughts/head cannons on Velvet and Veneer

On Veneer: I personally believe that Veneer’s sympathy stems from his goldfish he used to have. Here’s how I think it went down. Veneer, like any other little kid, probably begged his parents for a pet dog or something but his parents thought that was too much responsibility so they gave him a fish instead. Veneer might have been bitter about this, because c’mon now, that’s a boring fish and Veneer probably wanted his pet to be more entertaining (referring to his pet monkey). So he might have halfheartedly taken care of it and slowly over time he might have even grown a small bond with it but again, Veneer is a little kid and I doubt he did any research on how to properly take care of a fish (the fish probably lived in a small glass bowl with no enrichment) and of course, the fish dies despite Veneer now giving it slightly more attention. This makes Veneer guilty of course but he moves on because in the end of the day, it’s just a fish. Then much later on Floyd comes along, not in a glass bowl but similar, and this time his new ‘pet’ can actually talk to him. I personally see it as Veneer viewing Floyd as something akin to an entertaining talking hamster or something or the sort. So forming a bond with Floyd becomes a lot easier than his fish. And then Floyd begins to lose his color (much like how fish do when close to dying) and that same guilt begins to creep up on him, because internally wether he realizes or not, he sees his goldfish in Floyd, leading to him eventually helping out Floyd.

Tldr: Veneer feels guilty about killing his pet goldfish so he makes up for it by helping Floyd.

On Velvet: People need to stop making her out to be this sadistic abusive monster. She’s literally just a bratty teen diva, and arguably, also suffering from addiction from not only the fame going to her head but also actual addiction lowkey. Like, I can’t be the only one that noticed how agitated and on edge she sounded before giving herself a few doses of essence and her voice immediately going soft and relaxed. Additionally, just because she’s the stronger voice out of the two twins doesn’t mean she’s abusive to Veneer, y’all need to chill with that. Speaking of loud voices, I’m also seeing the theory that Veneer actually has talent but acts like he doesn’t to keep his sister happy, and like, I get it, considering his speaking va and his singing va are the same and he doesn’t dose himself as much as Velvet, but I think that’s simply because he doesn’t NEED his voice to be as strong as Velvet’s, he’s just the backing vocals, so of course he’s not gonna dose himself as much as her. Lastly, Velvet is a good sister to Veneer and I say this on the basis that Velvet was happy to perform with her brother at all times. She could have done a solo career and hogged all the fame and glory for herself but she didn’t. The fact that Veneer actually sassed Velvet back in two scenes (“Our parents were dentists 🙄” “Why do I have to do it 🤨” tells me that he’s not afraid of to talk back to her like some of you are making him seem out to be). Velvet loves her brother obviously, but being famous, being remembered forever, that was her DREAM, not Veneer’s, so of course she went a little aggressive with it towards the end.

Tldr: Velvet is actually a good sister and a normal teen girl acting her age.

#Trolls 3 #trolls band together #velvet and veneer #trolls velvet #trolls veneer #my thoughts #they love each other #but also angst between them is good too #what sister hasn’t called her brother an idiot once in her life 🙄#Let Velvet live a little jeez #At least she wasn’t the one to comment multiple times on how cute the trolls looked while imprisoned #“They’re kinda cute banging on the walls begging to go home - Veneer

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theawkwardsiren · 5 months ago

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Toxic - Veneer x F!Reader (angst/fluff) part 5

summary - in this conclusion to the series, Veneer does everything he possibly can to love you up so you don't have to think about what happened. part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4.

warnings - none

a/n: i actually had so much fun writing this series! thank you guys for showing interest in it <3

"You lied to me."

When you were finally ready to pull away, you and Veneer turned to (Random Name). He was rubbing his neck, inching away from Velvet and (Friend's Name), who looked like they weren't done - just taking a break.

"Oh, you really thought I'd let you keep her?" Veneer responded in fake sympathy, clearly mocking him.

Your ex grit his teeth, "You know what? Fine. She's damaged any-"

You cut him off when your palm hit his cheek, the slap causing everyone to fall silent. Velvet looked mildly impressed, (Friend's Name) cheered, and Veneer looked stunned - but also impressed.

"Shut up already."

He didn't get a chance to respond, because the police finally arrived and cuffed him. You watched as they took him away, calm returning.

"Come on, let's go home."

Veneer took your hand and gently led you to the limo he and the two girls had arrived in, making sure you got inside first. He followed suit, sliding in next to you and instantly pulling you onto his lap. You leaned back against his chest and got comfortable as his arms encircled your waist.

And you knew then...you were safe now.

"NO!"

You shot up in bed, eyes wide in terror with cold sweat dripping from your forehead. Beside you, Veneer jerked awake at your exclamation, sleepy but worried.

"Hey, what happened baby?" He pulled you against him, rubbing your back soothingly, "Another nightmare?"

You just swallowed thickly and nodded, leaning into him as you tried to calm yourself down. Images flashed through your mind; his face, laughing at you for thinking you could escape him, his couch, swallowing you whole, the door chained shut. His taunting voice filled your mind again, reminding you of the threat from your nightmare: that he'd be back soon.

"He's gone," Veneer promised you, moving you to lay on top of him so you could listen to his heartbeat - something you found comforting. "He can't - and won't - ever hurt you again."

You knew he was right, and as he held you and whispered promises to keep you safe and other words of comfort, you found yourself slowly calming down. You relaxed into him and buried your face in his neck, your mind and body now only focused on him.

"Thank you."

You were answered with a soft, gentle kiss to your head, "Take as much time as you need, I'll be awake until you fall asleep."

Your lips curled up into a smile at that, and you snuggled against him more comfortably before closing your eyes again. You didn't fall asleep immediately, but it didn't take you long to, because of him.

You woke up to the smell of something burning.

When you turned to tell Veneer, you noticed he wasn't in bed anymore. Or anywhere else in the room. Now you had a sneaking suspicion of what that burning indicated, and you got out of bed.

Smiling all the way, you tried be as quiet as possible while going downstairs to the kitchen. You'd been staying with the twins for a while now, by Veneer's insistence. And before that, you'd come over a lot, so you moved around by instinct now.

Sure enough, Veneer was in the kitchen. As you stood in the doorway, you watched the boy run around the kitchen, trying to get the smoke out and salvage the food he'd been making.

"Is that (favourite food)?"

Veneer jumped three feet in the air at the sudden sound of your voice, turning quickly and trying to hide his failed attempt.

"Hi baby," he smiled nervously, "I didn't hear you come in."

"Oh you weren't supposed to," you giggled, going over to him. "Wanted to see what my cute boyfriend was up to now. Because I smelled something burning and you weren't in bed."

He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped and sighed before speaking, "I was trying to make you breakfast."

You melted at his words, heart swelling with love and adoration for the male singer. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly.

"I really appreciate the thought baby, you're so sweet."

He gave you the cutest little smile at that, becoming proud of himself again, "Really? You're not upset it got ruined?"

"Nope," you grinned, "My amazing boyfriend tried to cook for me even though we all know he can't cook. Frankly, that makes me so so happy. You're so adorable Ven, I honestly think I dreamed you to life."

Your words almost made the boy faint. He was not used to being complimented, and surely never received such high praise ever.

His cheeks turned bright red, "Only the best for you."

You offered to show him how to cook after that, and it was a morning well spent. You both had so much fun, goofing off while making the food and just being the silly teenagers you were. It was more romantic and sweet than any date you've ever been on.

"I think I'm glad I couldn't cook before," he told you as you finished your meal, his smile warm and loving.

"Me too," you mirrored his smile. "I love being with you."

"And even the simplest activities are more fun with you," he agreed.

He spent the entire day with you, putting whatever he had planned on hold. After your nightmare, he was determined to get you to forget it and, hopefully, what happened that caused it.

Sometimes it was hard to believe that just a few months ago, he had no idea you existed and you were just a fan. You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that you were dating the boy you'd been fantasising about since he gained fame, the boy who had dozens of girls screaming his name at concerts and wanting to date him.

"Hey babe," you turned to him during the movie you were watching, "What made you decide to answer my DM? You never told me why."

"I thought it was cute how you asked," he admitted, taking your hand and tangling your fingers with his. "i had the day off that day, and you were so cute, I couldn't resist."

You blushed, looking at your intertwined fingers, "Really?"

"Really. And it was the best decision I've ever made."

Your blush darkened and lovestruck smile formed on your lips, "That's so sweet, Ven. I could say the same about sending the DM."

"Yeah?" His smile brightened, "You mean that?"

"Of course I do," you brought his hand up to kiss the back of it, "I mean every sweet, kind thing I say to you. None of the bad ones."

He chuckled, turning to fully face you, "Nothing you could ever say would make me stop loving you." He seemed to then realise what he said, and his eyes went wide as he tried to backtrack, "I-I mean-"

Your own eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat. He loved you? For a moment, panic set in because of who last said that to you, but then you looked at his face and remembered who you were with now, and before you knew it you had leaned in to crash your lips against his. You kissed him deeply, hand sliding to the back of his neck to pull his head closer. He instantly kissed back, setting his hands gently on your waist as he met each passionate movement of your lips against with equal fervor.

"i love you too," you told him breathlessly as you parted. "So, so much...I was scared to say it at first, but you've shown me that there's nothing to be afraid of. Everything you've done for me recently, especially during that incident, has made me realise what actual love looks like. And it came to me in the form of a sassy, sarcastic but super sweet and talented singer."

Veneer looked like he was about to cry. And maybe he would, because his eyes started glistening seconds after you realised just how much your words impacted him. He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his spindly arms around you, so tightly you almost couldn't breathe. His face met your shoulder a he held you, his words coming out muffled when he spoke.

"Thank you, (Name). That means the world to me..."

You just smiled and held onto him just as tightly, stroking his hair soothingly and pressing featherlight kisses to the top of his head.

"(Nameeeeeee), wake upppp!"

When you opened your eyes the next morning, Veneer's face was right in yours. He was beaming eagerly, his pretty blue eyes shining with excitement.

"Yes baby?" You answered groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"We have to go!"

"Go where?" You slowly sat up, "You said I could sleep in!"

He laughed at your complaint, leaning in to kiss you sweetly, "Well I just found out that the aquarium just finished its renovations and I thought you'd want to go, since you've been talking about it so much."

"Wait, really?" You sat up straighter, sleep leaving you immediately. "We can go?"

"Yes!"

That's all it took for you to get up and out of bed, the sound of Veneer giggling like a kid trailing after you as you rushed into the bathroom.

"You're so cute, babe."

"Hey!" You protested. "That's my line!"

Half an hour later he was driving the two of you to the aquarium, and you were bouncing in your seat with excitement. He chuckled when he saw this, one hand moving from the steering wheel to grip yours.

"Excited?" He teased.

"Very."

You were out of the car the second he stopped, and he had to jog to catch up with you when he finally got out.

But he was happy you were so happy to be here.

"Wait up, princess," he grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Don't leave me behind now." He kissed your shoulder lovingly, making you giggle.

"Sorry, I've just been waiting for this,"

"I know."

Veneer's eyes were mostly on you as you both navigated the aquarium. He was content to just watch how your eyes lit up at the sight of every marine animal, no matter how small. It warmed his heart when you gasped and grabbed his hand and pointed to a sea creature excitedly, babbling facts about it.

"Really? That's amazing babe."

He didn't really know what you said, but he was admiring how happy and eager you looked. He was adoring your enthusiasm, hooked on the sight of your smile and the sound of your laugh.

This was how he wanted to keep you - smiling and laughing.

"Babe? What's wrong?"

He snapped out of his reverie when you touched his arm, a strong blush crossing his cheeks, "Nothing, princess. You're just so cute."

With flushed cheeks, you smiled and led him off again.

"Oh, Ven look!" You gasped.

The green-haired singer turned to see what you were gasping at, and was awed by the sight of two dolphins nuzzling each other and displaying what was clearly love an affection for one another.

"That's us!" You smiled, feeling warm inside saying it.

"It sure is."

And then he kissed you. Right then and there. Slow and sweet, enjoying the feeling of your lips moving against his. Revering and worshiping the sweetness of it, letting himself get lost in your enchanting touch. It was just you two in the world at that moment.

And you knew then that you'd be okay. As long as you had Veneer.

#veneer #trolls veneer #veneer x fem!reader #veneer x reader #veneer x you #trolls 3

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puppymlovemail · 2 years ago

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♫ baby steps!

word count: 5k overall, roughly 700 per member

pairings: OT8! x fem reader

warnings: mentions of cutting fruit in changbins, brief mentions of work/working late/work related stress, CHILDREN/PARENTING!

summary: stray kids as parents. or just in a more domestic familial setting.

sorry some of these are RUSHED i just really wanted these blurbs out of my drafts! these are fresh off the printer so if u see any typos no u don’t. don’t even worry about it.

in other other news, i finally fixed the issue w my ask box so. it should be in my bio now! feel free to request something! or just pester me :)

Christopher Bang

To say your date night did not go to plan would be an understatement. You and your husband had gotten all dolled up to go to a red carpet event with the band, Chan even helped you zip up your velvet red dress and you helped him adjust his tie. Everything was going to plan until you were putting on your stilettos when Chan walked into the bedroom, caution written all over his face. “Sana just called. She can’t make it tonight, her car broke down on the way here.” He said, his right arm finding solace on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing small circles into your collarbone reassuringly. “How will the boys accept the award without their leader? You should go! I’ll stay and watch the kids.” You sighed, taking off your shoes and running a hand through your recently styled hair. He squeezed your shoulder to get your attention again, your gaze immediately turning back to his. “Absolutely not. Jeongin can make the acceptance speech, he’s the leader after all.” He teased, opting to sit next to you on your shared bed. “The boys understand that we’re parents now. So does the press. It’ll be alright if I miss one award show for the Bangs.” He leaned in and left a sweet kiss to your red lips. You cupped his face, fingers treading through the hair at the nape of his neck.

The moment was quickly cut when your three year old waddled into the room. “Mama!” She whinnied, immediately catching your and Chans attention. “Bath time!” She said, smile gracing her features, her eyes sparkling just like your husbands when he smiles. “And story time!” Her brother chimed, as he waltzed into the room, probably in search of his twin. Chans hand left your shoulder and squeezed your thigh quickly before clapping his hands together and standing up. “Bath first, story time second, you know this Tae.” He stated. “I thought Auntie Sana sleeping over tonight?” Tae inquired before whispering under his breath. Probably something about Sana letting his have story time first. “We decided we’d miss you way too much!” Chan then leaned down and grabbed his mini me. You giggled watching Tae try to squirm away playfully from his dad. Your daughter walked over to you, placing her hands on your knees to keep herself stable. “Up!” She chided, making grabby hands with her tiny little fingers. How could you say no?

That’s how you and Chan found yourself on your knees on the bathroom floor, situated in front of the master bathtub. “No more bubbles, Aera! Your brothers gonna drown in them darling.” You scolded, taking the soap away from her greedy hands. After that, the twins started conversing with each other, sharing a splash here and there and sharing their bath toys.

Chan leaned over and kissed your cheek, pulling away and interlocking his fingers with yours. “I love this. I love getting to do this with you.” He whispers. His words immediately make your cheeks tint. “I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You and them. Not even for a silly award.” You smiled, letting the warmth from the bath and from his words take over your being. “Best bath time ever, right guys?” You teased, directing the question to your children. “Would’ve been the bestest best if Auntie Sana was here.” Tae said, and his sister chimed in, “Yeah! Auntie Sana doesn’t hold hands with anyone but us!” She says, point at your hand interlocked with your husbands, your wedding ring on full display. “Bestest isn’t even a word, Tae!” Chan stated right before playfully splashing them with some of the bubbly water, their laughter filling the air with such love and joy. Your kids may be giant jokesters, but you know they get it from their dad and because of that you, as well, wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

Not even a silly award.

Lee Minho

Your husband had decided to take your son outside to look at the fresh snow from the most recent snowfall last night. It’s freezing fucking cold out so you couldn’t even begin to conjure up a reason for why they’d be gone for longer than 15 minutes. Little did you know your son had stumbled across a kitten, no older than four weeks at most. The cat had crawled right up to your son, and laid down on his mitten covered hands. He looked up at your husband with most love struck face imaginable. “He’s purring Dad! Must mean he likes me…” He hummed, moving one of his hands to very gently scratch behind the grey kittens ear. “Or it could just mean you’re warm and it’s well below freezing out here.” He stated, sending your son a knowing glance. “Pleaseeeeee! Dori would love to have another girl in the house!” He whined, very carefully cradling the kitten in his arms. “And your mother would not.” But after those words left his lips Minho got a good look at the feline. The poor thing was shivering and mewling, no doubt hungry and cold. A stray. His big hand reached out to very lightly stroke the kitten, whose tiny glazed eyes sparkled with the snow littered across her fur. He let a sigh escape him. “We’ll have to take her home to get her warm, but after that we have to call someone and see if they’ll take her, alright bud?”

At that your son practically jumped out of his skin with excitement as he started speed walking straight to your front door, his father in tow, shaking his head, a smile smile gracing his face.

That’s how you ended up here. A few years later. Sprawled out on the couch, your back against your husbands chest. Doongie situated to his left, Dori at his right. Soongie was sat loafed in your lap. The kitten? A grown adult cat by now, also laid across your sons lap, fast asleep. Your son? Also asleep, and a teenager at this point. Getting to watch your son grow up with his kitten was well worth the battle keeping the cat costed the family. You could remember to this day when your little boy all but ran into the house with the kitten mewling in his grasps as he held her out to you, snow dripping down his winter coat and puddling onto the wooden floors. “We’re keeping her.” And then Minho came through the door, closing it before exclaiming “No we’re not!” You couldn’t help my smile at the fondness of the memory.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, hm?” Minho whispered, leaving a fleeting kiss to the top of your ear from behind you. You leaned further into his chest, allowing the warmth of him and the cats and the family all situated on this couch take over your senses. “Would you believe me if I said my undying love for you?” You teased. “Absolutely not.” He chuckled, as his hands roamed your hair, lazily braiding strands together out of boredom. “I’m just thinking about our son and that damned cat.” You started, “Remember how mad I was when you finally told me you were thinking of keeping her?” You peered over your shoulder to look at him, his honey eyes meeting yours. “What can I say. She grew on me.” You scoffed, leaning your head back against him, breaking eye contact. “Either that or you just love the idea of this little family of 7. Whether you care to admit it.”

“Well technically speaking 7 isn’t little.”

You grinned, smacking him lightly on the thigh in retort. “Oh shut up!”

Seo Changbin

You rubbed your eyes for the tenth time in the last three minutes. Waking up at 6am every Saturday to ensure your boys had lunches packed for their little league games was becoming a usual routine in your house, however it did not mean you enjoyed it.

Your husband was stood next you at the kitchen island, helping you cut up the fresh honey apples you both harvested from your garden a hour ago. Of course, only after having woken up the boys and telling them to get dressed and packed for the busy day ahead. Changbin turned to you, apple slice in his left hand as his right went underneath it, as it it were going to leave crumbs. “Open wide.” He instructed, flashing you a smile, his dimples on display. You fall more and more in love with him everyday, you think. You both certainly didn’t think you’d be here 10 years ago, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You open your mouth willingly and let him guide the bite sized slice into you mouth. “How is it?” He asks, his eyes glowing as he locks them with yours. “Tasty.” You hum, before redirecting your eyes back to the task and closing the tupperware on your finished slices.

Just as Changbin was about to close his two sets of tupperware, a cry sounded over the baby monitor placed on the kitchen table. Worry rushed onto your face as you grabbed the monitor without hesitation. Before you could utter a word your husband wrapped his arms around you, and let his face rest on your shoulder. “‘S okay! I’ll get him. It’s about time he got up anyway. You finish up here.” He stated, leaving a lingering kiss to your neck before pulling away and nodding his head to you reassuringly as he headed up the stairs. He knew how stressed everything has been making you lately, especially with your youngest just turning one. You smiled to yourself as you placed the monitor aside and finished putting snacks in the kids rightful lunchboxes. All of a sudden the monitor next to you lit up, detecting movement and your eyes darted to it once again. The quality had increased substantially since Changbin opened the blinds, it would seemed. “Hey kiddo! You ready to see your brothers play some ball?” He questioned, as he carefully reached into the crib to cradle the fussy baby. “Nah I think you’re more interested in seeing Momma, huh?” He hummed, leaving a kiss to his sons head. The toddler immediately rested his head against your husbands chest, finding comfort in his touch. His little thumb sucked in between his teeth. Trying to pry him off pacifiers wasn’t working very well, obviously. The moment left an unspoken feeling in your heart. Your thoughts were quickly cut short when you heard padded footsteps speed down the stairs to reveal your second child slide into the kitchen; heading straight for you.

“Momma! Are you ready to see me hit a home gun!” He giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head against your stomach. “It’s called a home run, Jun.” You teased as your reached down and ruffled his hair. He turned his attention to you and peered upwards. His eyes mirrored his dads almost perfectly. “Whatever!” He smiled, as he grabbed the lunchbox laid in front of you with his initials embroidered onto the center of it. Then it hit you. You and Changbin had only managed to make time for packing lunches this morning, you didn’t even check to see if the mini van had the kids gear.

“Hey! Iseul, do you have your baseball glove? Or is it in the car?” You shouted from the base of the first floor kitchen, only to get no response from your eldest upstairs. Tweens. You open your mouth again, preparing to scream a bit louder when you see your husband approach you, with your youngest in his arm, situated on his hip. He places his free hand on your shoulder and leaves a kiss to your cheek, making you complete forget why you had your mouth open in the first place. “Iseul left his glove at practice remember? We have to stop there before the game.” You rolled your eyes. Of course he left his glove at practice. At this rate, you were all going to be late to the game. As if Changbin could read your mind, his hand traveled to cup your cheek and redirect your gaze to him.

“Hey, we’re leaving early, alright? We’ll get there in one piece, don’t worry.” You leaned in and left a chaste kiss on his lips.

“How the Seo family makes it to every event unscathed boggles my mind every time.”

Hwang Hyunjin

Work these days was wearing you out. Your boss had insisted you put in extra hours considering you took two weeks off a few months ago to celebrate your husbands birthday, which just so conveniently was followed by your anniversary AND your daughters birthday the following week. If you had to guess you’d just assume your boss hated people with happy families because he’s been working you like a dog with extra paperwork. When you do get home, which hasn’t been till roughly 9 pm every night now, you felt utterly and completely exhausted and guilty. Not only were you missing your daughters childhood but you were causing Hyunjin to stay home more often, or get off work earlier so he could watch your daughter.

Today was no different. You put the key in the front door and after 5 unsuccessful tries you finally got the door to unlock. You walked in and noticed the living room TV didn’t happen to have a K-Drama on. Maybe Hyunjin put Yujun to bed early? You’ll probably find him in bed hogging all the blankets, you’re sure his day hasn’t been very easy either. You sighed as you kicked off your shoes and hung up your coat and purse. “Jinnie?” You whispered through the hallway, only to get no response. That was until you stopped in front of your daughters room, her door left ajar just by an inch.

“Oh but you must try the tea! Mr. Rabbit made it all by himself!” You heard your daughters voice ring, there she was, sat at her pink table dressed in her matching hot pink Disney princess dress. “Well if he made it all by himself…” That’s when your eyes drifted to your husband. You couldn’t decide if you should burst into laughter or coo at the sight. There he was, sitting crisscross applesauce in front of the table with an Elsa dress on. Most definitely Felix’s from Halloween, you could tell by how it was slightly too short on him considering his stature, which his daughter inherited quite the same, one of these days you’re going to have to get her a bigger table, as she was already towering over it.

His pinky lifted off the teacup as he brought it to his lips and took a sip. A grimace met his face as he lowered his cup back to the saucer on the table. “W-Wow! Mr. Rabbit has exquisite taste.” Hyunjin said, very obviously struggling to gag on the tea that was probably a mix of various liquids in your fridge.

It was then that you couldn’t help but laugh as you pushed the door open all the way. Your daughters eyes lit up the minute she saw you, a smile eating half her face as she ran towards you, almost toppling you over in an attempt to hug you. “Momma! You’re here just in time for the main course!” Hyunjin joined her side, patting her head, standing before you in his glittery blue dress. “Oh also this is Princess Elsa.” She stated, gesturing to Hyunjin. You leaned in to kiss him on the lips. “Welcome home, Y/N.” He whispered, chasing your lips for another kiss. “Leave that out of the castle! No Mom and Dad kissing allowed! Now go get a dress Momma! You have to join us!” Your daughter stated before trying to push you back out the door to make you retrieve a dress. “Let me go with her my queen! I have to make sure she picks out the best dress!” Hyunjin chimed, stepping into the doorway before wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you down the hallway to the master bedroom. You heard your daughter say something about setting an alarm and you better not take too long on your way into your room.

“Sorry for leaving you here to fend for yourself for so long Jinnie. I promise that today should be my last late d-“ and with that you were cut off by your husbands lips on yours, his mouth dancing gracefully with your own. His favorite way to express his love for you was always through kisses. He pulled away and held your face between his hands, as if he had the whole world in his palms. “Don’t apologize! I love being your husband just as much as I love being a father for our daughter, honey.” You all but melted at his words as you held him against you just a little tighter. “Plus, she hosts the best tea parties in all of land, if you must know.” He whispers, letting his fingers drum against your cheekbone as he takes in your features. “She loves you.” You hum, getting lost in his eyes. “She loves us.” He reassures, leaving one last kiss to your lips before you’re interrupted by a voice in your doorway. “That doesn’t look like picking out a dress to me!” Yunjun exclaims, causing all three of you giggle.

Nights like these reminded you why you go to work everyday. No matter how relentless it may be, at least you could guarantee you always had a fairytale to come home to.

Han Jisung

Your husband had proclaimed today as take your daughter to work day. This was in no way, shape or form a real thing. If JYP found out Jisung had snuck his four year into the company studio he might be found dead. But you? Oh you wouldn’t miss this for the world. You and Changbin had already laid a bet down for what you think would be broke in that studio before the end of the day. He argues it’ll be the mics, you argued it’d be the soundboard. As you neared the building you sent Jisung a text, letting him know you were close, as you made it to the front desk and through security, verifying you were here for your husband and no other sneaky business. You made it upstairs and into the studio hallways, your feet already knowing the way to your husbands by heart. Was it really your husbands? No. But Chans room was everybody’s room. That is until something ends up broken today. Then it’s definitely just his room. Your hand finally greets the handle and you push the door open, completely forgetting to knock once your heard Jisungs voice.

“Yeah and if you push that red button righhtttt- yep! Right there, it’ll start recording. See that blinking light up on the monitor? It’s recording everything we’re saying right now.” He instructed. His daughter held tightly against him as he leans her over the soundboard. She claps her hands together in enthusiasm. “I did it!” She giggles before he places her down onto the chair behind him and that’s when he notices you in the doorway. “Well hello gorgeous. Come round here often?” He remarks before pressing his fingers to the soundboard again and turning off the recording. “Only for super cool all rounder Han Jisung of hit boy band Stray Kids. See him anywhere?” You tease before closing the door heading towards him, he pulls you in close and you hug him tightly, your head finding comfort in his shoulder. “Lucky for you you’re lowkey married to him. No big deal or anything.” You giggle at his antics before snuggling deeper into his shoulder, your nose pressed against his neck. “How’s the piece going?”

“It’s going. Our daughters got some fire rhymes. I taught her to say swag on the mic.”

You rolled your eyes as you grinned and pulled back, placing a kiss to his forehead before peering over at the chair beside you. Your daughter was not sat there anymore. You knew it was strangely quiet. “Speaking of said daughter.” You said, resting your hand on his cheek as you redirected his gaze to the chair. “She was just there!” He stated exasperatedly. His expression was then met with a loud thud in the sound booth. You both peered over, your daughter hanging onto the mic stand which had now just unbolted from the wall. “Swag!” She giggled before puckering her lips and throwing you both a peace sign.

Needless to say that was the last take your daughter to work day that ever took place in Chans room. You were now 30 dollars shorter. Changbin? 30 dollars richer. But all that mattered to you was that your daughter never lost her quirkiness, and with her father wrapped around her finger, you know there’s no doubt she’ll ever be able to.

Felix Lee

Waking up in the middle of the night was never fun, especially with the lack of sleep you already got due to your work schedule. What didn’t help was the way your 5 year old daughter was also trying to get used to a new schedule. That schedule being kindergarten. So either way, having no sleep was becoming something you were trying to get accustomed to.

You squint your eyes open and glance at the alarm clock across the room on your shared dresser. 2:34 AM. You groan, and roll over, hoping that snuggling into your husband might make this sleeping task less daunting, but as your reach out to feel for his waist you’re met with nothing but cold sheets. Worry instantly dawns on you, sitting straight up in bed you bring your clammy hands to your eyes and begin to rub them awake.

“Felix?” You announce loudly into the dark space of the master bedroom you both share, expecting him to be in the in suite bathroom. You’re met with radio silence. Your feet find comfort in Felix’s slippers, which happened to be so conveniently placed at the end of the bed. You trudge your way down the hallway, already knowing where your feet will take you.

Leaning against the door, hand grasping the doorknob, you gently push your daughters bedroom door open and it’s then that you’re met with a sight that melts your heart.

There he is. Felix, in his 5’7 glory, situated on a toddler bed half his size. Your gaze shifts to the right and you find your daughter pressed snuggly into his chest, his right arm wrapped around her, keeping her safe even whilst they were both unconscious. As you carefully walk closer to them you notice a worn book in your husbands left hand, which was already dangling off the pretty purple and gold princess bed. Le Petit Prince.

You carefully place said book on the floor, removing it from his grasp as you place his arm back onto the bed, by his side. Felix will always be your daughters favorite comfort, and just because it’s your two favorite people in the world, you reckon sleeping alone tonight won’t be so bad, if it means she can wake up well rested with her knight in shinning arm by her side.

Kim Seungmin

You woke up to the sound of a slam, and instead of getting up to investigate it, you rolled over in your shared king bed, undoing your husbands hands around your waist in the process. “Min.” You whispered, leaning in and kissing his nose. No response. You could tell by the way his ears tinted pink he was definitely awake, so you kissed his nose again until you heard a throaty mhm? His eyelashes fluttered open slowly, puppy eyes locking with yours. He was unamused by you demanding him to be awake with you in misery, as he knew what you were about to ask. “Mini Min is in the kitchen, i’m almost certain.” You stated, dramatically throwing your right arm over your eyes. “Someone should definitely put her back to bed…” He blinked at you, but after a long ten seconds passed in silence, he knew arguing was fruitless. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he pulled himself off the bed. “You owe me.” He called out as he shrugged on the silk blue robe situated on the vanity near your bedroom door. If there was one thing Seungmin mastered over the past 7 years with your daughter, it was definitely Dad Fashion.

He shuffled into the kitchen and his eyes could already faintly make out the silhouette of his daughter in the dark, before an open overhead cabinet. “If you fall off that counter I am not going to catch you.” he grumbled, leaning against the archway in the kitchen and flicking on the light switch to reveal her hand in the candy cabinet. Little Mins head snapped to look at who caught her red handed. Whilst turning her head around so quickly, she started to stumble. Despite telling himself to stand still to prove his point, he sped over to the marble counter and put a hand behind her back to prevent her from falling backwards. “Thought you wouldn't catch me?” her voice chimed childishly with her hushed dove-like voice.

She sounded like the perfect mix of you and him. You’d tell him all the time that he better watch out because she’d make a perfect singer. You’d both have to agree that she resembled him to an uncanny degree physically, with her honey brown eyes and shoulder length soft black hair. It was hard to stay mad at her for long though, since her behavior was always so reminiscent of you both. "You better have a good reason for being out of bed." Seungmin said, rubbing his eyes as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her off the counter, opting to rest her on his hip instead. She clang to his robe immediately as he quickly closed the cabinet he found her rustling in. "What were you doing?"

Minnie looked away from him shyly before muttering "Nothing… just wanted some of Uncle Lixies brownies." Seungmin laughed as he casually started heading back down the hallway towards his shared bedroom with you, turning off the kitchen light in the process. “We ate the rest of those last week puppy.” He chimed, stopping in front of the bedroom door, fingers digging into her sides as he tickled her “You’re gonna have to sleep with Mama and Daddy tonight, so we can keep your crimes at bay.” The air filled with her breathy laughter, her head leaning backwards as she smiled in joy. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”

Yang Jeongin

You sighed for the millionth time in the last hour. This car ride was pure and utter torture. “Hey! How about we play an awesome new game called stop kicking Dads seat, mhm?” Jeongin quipped, shooting a narrowed glare to your son in the backseat and flashing his effervescent smile to him. The 5 year old swiftly ignored him and continued his temper tantrum. You and your husband were bound to have migraines at this point. However, you had to give your son the benefit of the doubt, you were driving him to his first day of kindergarten, his first day all by himself.

In protest, you placed a finger on the volume dial on the SUVs dashboard, turning up the music loud enough to crack glass. Jeongin glanced at you before redirecting his eyes back to road, faking a wince as he giggled in fits as you began to sing (if you could even call it that) Can’t Stop. After a long ride filled with endless Jeongin song covers on the car speakers, your husband turned into the parent drop off line, hopping out of the car and opening his sons door. His protests died down once he got to listen to his fathers singing. It’s always worked wonders on him, ever since he was a newborn.

Jeongin quickly unbuckled him from his car seat before lifting him and placing him on the floor. You followed in suit by meeting him on the other side of the car and placing his bookbag on his shoulder. You crouched down to his height, hand reaching for his cheek. “Hey, baby. You’re gonna do great. Your teachers will contact me or Daddy if you need anything at all. We love you, and we’re super proud of you being such a big boy today!” You stated, locking eyes with his the whole time before leaning forward to leave a kiss on his bang-covered forehead. Jeongin watched you both interact with hearts in his eyes before he mirrored you and crouched parallel to you, taking his sons little hand in his big one. “Mamas right. Despite your tantrum on the way here, we will always love you. You didn’t hear it from me but I think piano class may be your first subject today….” He trailed, winking at your son. He smiled back at his Dad and you, his expression mirroring his fathers perfectly. “No way! I have to get to the piano room first!” He exclaimed, kissing your husband on his cheek and then kissing you as well before sprinting to the doors of the school, his teacher meeting him at the double doors. With one glance back to you both, with a big toothy grin, he walked into the building, likely bolting to get to the best piano in the music classroom. His teacher waved at you both from afar before following him in. You sighed once more, right arm wrapping around your husbands waist as you leaned up against him.

“He’s all grown up, Jeongin.” You all but whispered, glancing upward to steal a peek at your husband, but his eyes were already scanning your face. He leaned forward and kissed you sweetly for a second before pulling away. “He’s gonna be such nerd because of your scholar brain.” He teased before undoing your arm and heading to his drivers side door, and hopping back into the car. What a loser, you thought, as you rolled your eyes and hopped into the passenger seat. You can bet the car ride home consisted of Stray Kids songs being sung as duets between you two, and endless teasing was surely endured as well.

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aesrein · 6 months ago

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relationships within sm .｡.:*☆

more under cut!

in… red velvet

yeri

status: platonic + 30% romantic

closeness rating: 75%

- arinators4lyfe

: initially haerein was extremely intimidated by her seniors as she was only a trainee in the company for less than a year

: literally could not maintain eye contact with anyone in red velvet for more than 5 seconds

: but intp realness brought them together and their love for ariana grande solidified their blossoming friendship

: there was a period of time where they would be seen everywhere together and netizens swore they were in a relationship as they had matching phone cases, matching keychains etc

: yeri’s number 1 instagram hype girl commenter

: yeri often jokes that haerein owes her for helping her get a boyfriend

seulgi

status: platonic

closeness rating: 60%

- ‘that’s mother…’

: seulgi took haerein under the wing after seeing her untapped potential in dancing

: haereins often calls seulgi her mother because seulgi and her spend so much time together training in the practice rooms

: whenever haerein has doubts about her performance she seeks seulgi for help

: both of their personalities are so similar which made them connect even more

: the best mentor haerein could ask for

in… nct

taeyong

status: platonic, familial

closeness rating: 80%

- older brother dynamic

: haerein first bumped into taeyong when she overstayed her booking for the practice room

: haerein honestly just wanted to run away in embarrassment but couldn’t escape taeyong and his doe eyed- curiosity asking her questions about her debut

: haerein was lowkey intimidated by him (and men in general) but taeyong’s friendly nature broke through her hard shell

: from then on they became good friends

: they both understand the stresses of being a leader and give each other support whenever needed

: taeyong once stated that if nct had a female subunit haerein would definitely be apart of it

: both of them have neo in their veins… when taeyong first played sticker’s demo to haerein she immediately vibed with the song

: haereins unofficial older brother

jungwoo

status: platonic + 5% romantic

closeness rating: 90%

- black cat x golden retriever energy

: when taeyong first introduced haerein to jungwoo they were both SO awkward with each other and couldn’t hold a single conversation

: when jungwoo witnessed haerein giggling to his infamous “just give it give it give it”, he thought she was really cute

: but then haerein started mocking him and it was an all out war from there

: he would NOT stop pestering haerein whenever haerein came to visit taeyong

: haerein often states it’s hard for her to make friends because she’s a really awkward person in general

: but somehow he managed to shove his way into haerein’s life and is now her closest guy friend

: high key black cat x golden retriever vibes from them, with jungwoo joking around and haerein trying to act like she dgaf but she does cause let’s be fr jungwoo is so so funny

: whenever haerein is around jungwoo follows her like a lost busydog

: so noisy when they are put together to the point where sometimes taeyong wishes he hadn’t introduced them to each other

: although haerein often calls him an annoying stupid brat she treasures their friendship very very much

: twin flames af

jaehyun

status: romantic 20%

closeness rating: 20%

- ‘i looked at him once giselle, once’

: haerein thinks he’s really nice to look at

: which was a mistake because fans caught her sneaking glances at him during an smtown concert, and started rumours that they were dating

: she doesn’t fancy him anymore though (loyal to her man!), but is so awkward whenever he’s around

johnny

status: platonic

closeness rating: 65%

- ‘real recognise real’

: johnny is the realest person haerein knows

: was so cool, calm and collected when haerein first met him, that it made haerein realise she was an idiot for being awkward around him

: entps are compatible with intps!

: whenever haerein gets delusional johnny always snaps her back to reality

: which makes johnny haerein’s therapist / love advisor

: america buddies! johnny promised to take her on a tour around his hometown one day and vice versa

in… exo

baekhyun

status: platonic

closeness rating: 10%

: haerein is a huge exo-l and her bias is baekhyun so when her songs were chosen for baekhyun’s solo album she freaked out

: although they’ve only met once or twice during recording sessions, baekhyun believes haerein is one of the most talented trainees he’s seen in SM, and is rooting for her success

: silently dies inside every time he acknowledges her

in… riize

wonbin

status: platonic + romantic 5%

closeness rating 75%

- haerein’s favourite dongsaeng

: they met when haerein produced get a guitar and siren

: wonbin lowkey had a crush on haerein throughout the all the recording sessions

: acting mysterious and all

: haerein thought he was so cute because he was trying so hard to keep up with his mysterious agenda

: sadly for wonbin, haerein is into older guys

: so haerein kept treating him like her younger brother and the crush faded away

: haerein absolutely adores wonbin and spoils him till the point that it makes ningning jealous

: younger brother x older sister dynamic

#aespa #aespa 5th member #aespa fanfic #im not sure what i’m doing atp #but i have too many drafts

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tsunael · 5 months ago

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(Count)down to Dawntrail. 6/27

You've ruined peaches for me.

- Circa after 'Endwalker' but before 6.1.

- cw: for (ahem) suggestive themes.

-> Forever inspired by this. <-

"If you could have anything at this very moment... what would it be?"

She paused, and he could sense her rifling through the many possibilities this life had to offer. Finally, she looked up from her bandaged hands. "... A peach tart."

He had to laugh. "You're not serious."

But she was-- though she wore a sheepish pout. She was a woman grown, still she loved her girlish treats. "Alisaie told me about the peaches in the market when last she was there. Beautiful, pink peaches... Yanxian imports, I imagine. They would be in season..."

Her voice trailed off as her mind wandered home-- far, far away from from her quaint hospital room and the bitter cold of The Northern Empty.

"I had hoped you would ask for something a bit more... substantial," he could not help but tease. "I’m afraid of the look your nursemaid might give me."

She tittered behind her hand. "You would simply come through the window again regardless."

"-- And you would do well to keep it locked, else a thief in the night may just steal you away."

He brought out her smile, though it fell rueful as her voice drew soft, marred by a cynical edge that did not suit her. "After all that has happened..." She drew out a deep sigh before craning up to look him, her eyes, searching. "... I would welcome it."

It was there at the apothecary where he espied the peaches Tsuna had spoke of. An imported bushel brought welcome color to the otherwise drab, frozen plaza. He took one in hand to turn it over, and caught himself admiring the soft, ripe weight of it.

He dropped coin for two of their best. Its twin sat alongside the boxed piece of tart he picked up at The Last Stand– two treats among the other foodstuffs in his satchel. Depending on who he asked, he either carried with him an odd lunch, or a meagre supper.

In his eagerness to move onto the next errand, he wasted little time in the partaking of his impromptu purchase. It barely fit in his hand, with blushed, taut skin that had been thoroughly loved by the Eastern sun. So ripe was it that its sweet scent availed him before he could even drag lips over the velvet cleft of it.

As soon as he felt the soft plunge of his teeth into flesh he understood why it was that she desired it so. The sweetness was immediate, overwhelming– the resulting tartness was a stimulating chase. There was nothing quite like it. How long had it been since he sought out such sweetness for the pleasure of it? Too long, he surmised. His jaw ached from the nectar.

Still, he savoured the bite. And the next, and the next.

His thoughts fell to her doing the same: her lips wrapping around the gentle curve of it. He imagined her mouth dripping, teeth skimming across skin, her tongue lapping at the excess…

Before he knew it, his heart began to race as if he were a thief at market. Before he knew it, he had hit stone.

His tongue still sang from the taste, but he found himself wanting more. Chasing the taste on his fingers wasn't enough, though he ended at the base of his thumb to thoughtfully chase the remnants that had dripped. Every drop was swallowed with a greed he hardly knew.

He took a step back and thought of his poor, jogging heart, and of the treat purchased a bell ago. Why had he come here? Gone through this trouble? She was still on his mind– and more, he wanted her on his lips.

Ridiculous, he grimaced, inwardly chiding himself. Arousal was gripping the back of his neck in the middle of the Sharlayan markets.

At some point he would have to admit to himself that he wanted her; wanted her near him, beside him, beneath him. Eventually he would need to come to terms with the fact that he loved that woman in every conceivable way a man could.

#ffxiv screenshots #cw: suggestive #gpose #wolcred #my writing (derogatory)#I'm invoking the tag uhoh #hey have you ever wanted 400 words of a rat eating a piece of fruit fucknasty waxing poetic style? no? well...#'Why peaches?' asked no one. Tsuna's name can be written as peach (and it's a double entendre guhHUH)#this looks like it gives a twinge of jealousy but the first shot is just after she is released from the hospital #I'm allowed (1) last spicy wolcred before the end #this is so embarrassing to post lmao but i will force myself to do it #(count)down to dawntrail

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WIP with some cute, it's not finished yet but oh my god i love it

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The hatchling’s nostrils twitched, soft snuffles picking up in intensity. He lifted his angular head and immediately locked on to Brom.

Eyes of warm, brilliant amber, sharp and inquisitive, met the old Rider’s gaze. Brom hastily put a finger to his lips as the creature let out a burble of question, gangly limbs already disentangling from velvet wings. Of course he didn’t understand, a chuff of annoyance squeaking out as he stepped on the tip of his tail.

“‘Nuff, lil.” Brom winced. Arya’s groggy mumble was accompanied by a closed eye drag of her forearm, blindly trying to pull the hatchling back towards her. “Back’a sleep.”

The hatchling half hopped, half tripped out of her reach.

And, to Brom’s silent amazement, raked his hind legs and kicked a wayward pillow into the elf’s still loose embrace.

‘Smart for a little thing.’

Seemingly satisfied that his caretaker was nuzzling the pillow, the emerald hatchling dropped to the ground. Soft wings spread for a few measly feet of lift, a bit of a stumbled landing clattering muted ivory claws into the mossy stone.

That was that. A dragon hatchling, a hundred years late, was sniffing at Brom’s boots. The creature lifted a paw, the scales startlingly lighter than the deep green of his back, and sank his claws into the leather, a hiss of warning at the new intruder now at his level.

Brom could not help his smile. A hatchling. A real, live hatchling! And a new Rider! They could not be far, not with the hatchling so undeniably new.

“Hello there, little one.” Brom whispered. He carefully lowered himself to kneel, reaching out to gently pry the talons from his shoeleather. Stars knew the damn things couldn’t take much more regular wear and tear, not to mention a dragon having at them. “Hello. Where’s your partner at, then?”

The hatchling’s nostrils flared, smoke billowing out in twin streams as the elder Rider’s fingers came towards him. It was all Brom could to yank his hand away as the dragon’s head darted forward with a sharp, loud hiss, needle-like teeth snapping shut millimeters away from his fingertips. “Easy! Alright, it’s alr–”

“No!”

Stars flashed and blood roared in his ears. Something was on top of him, slammed him away and out of the doorway, rolling and spitting and snarling locked against his arms and digging into his side. The crashing and turning ended with a thud, grit digging at the back of his head, blood streaming from his nose, ribs screaming louder than he could suck in a breath to actually voice. He could taste pine needles and sap and dirt and there was fire above him and–

Everything stopped.

“...Brom?”

The voice was quiet, shaking.

Brom risked cracking open an eye.

“At least…” The elder Rider managed to wheeze as Arya shifted the position of her knee against his ribcage, clambering off him. “Your protective instincts…are still there.”

“Please. Please.” Brom frowned. Arya wasn’t talking to him. She was looking over her shoulder, where the hatchling was half flapping, half stumbling an unseemly little run towards her where they ended up against the rocks beside the creek. “Don’t do that again. Wake me up first.”

An affronted squall was all that met her plea, a rough puff of smoke trailing behind the darting green head.

“I’m sorry.” Ah, now she was talking to him. “I…everything happened so fast, it’s been…we just got here, and…” Careful of his still ringing head, Arya helped her old mentor into a sitting position, a quiet spell resetting his broken nose. “I’m sorry.”

Brom rubbed his face free of blood with the back of his sleeve. “Don’t let me get in the way of your duties.” Even so, he scanned the clearing, looking for the necessary third person for this odd meeting to even occur. “You shouldn’t keep him here though, not when he’s so small. He needs to be with his partner as much as possible now. Where are they? Was it Alana or Dusan?”

“...About that.” A happy chirp and flap of still-unprepared wings, and the gangly green hatchling landed upon the elf’s shoulder. Arya’s hand shot up to help him balance, the motion so instinctive Brom couldn’t help but wonder if…

If it wasn’t the first time.

His eyes widened, a certain giddiness rising in his chest as a smile brighter than the damn sun began spreading across his face.

“Brom, I…” He could feel her shaking from the hand on his back, all her mottled joy and trepidation and uncertainty and elation tangling in her wavering voice. “I’m the only one who touched his egg.”

A low, rumbling purr, so, so familiar to him yet separated by over a century, rose at the Crags of Tel'naeír once again as the green hatchling rubbed his rough cheek against Arya’s. Even in the dark of night, Brom could see the unmistakable match of the brilliant scales to the bright flecks in the woman’s eyes.

“Brom, he…he hatched for me.” Arya let him reach up and take her left hand. With trembling fingers, pride and jubilation fit to burst from his skin, Brom turned it palm up.

Moonlight caught in the silver mark that now graced the elf’s hand.

And Brom laughed. He laughed and felt tears springing up at the corners of his eyes.

“Stars above!” He couldn’t help himself. The words came without his direction, and he let them roll off his tongue as if they were meant to be and set into the fabric of the world and all was finally, finally well. “Both my damn kids are Dragon Riders!”

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