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kwonhoshi0 · 4 years

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𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 | h.c

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pairing : bakugou, midoriya, todoroki and denki x reader [ separate ]

genre : very suggestive, fluff

notes : got this idea while realising everyone i simp for in this damn anime is emotionally unavailable :] i think this says a lot about me

[ bakugou ]

> internally screaming

> so you were all doing spin the bottle for 7 minutes in heaven

> and it was his turn, he didn’t want to be there but kirishima told him you’d be there 😭

> and when the bottle landed on you, your body temperate went ^^^^

> kirishima and mina practically shoved you both inside the closet

> you wanted to kiss him but like this is blasty boy we’re talking about

> he will not show his emotions if he likes you and he probably won’t make the first move

> ‘why are you looking at me like that’

> ‘like what dumbass’

> you decided to be a brat so you said ‘like you want to kiss me’

> mans eyes widened, he looked like a bug

> ‘i-i uh, i mean’ and your confidence went ^^ and he saw that you so he decided to be a brat

> so he put his arms around your waist pulling you in

> ‘doesn’t seem like you don’t want me’

> and you crashed your lips on his pulling away for a second saying ‘if it wasn’t obvious enough i like you, a lot’

> ‘i like you too idiot’ he says blUShing

> and he kisses you again ‘you’re mine now’

> ‘don’t i get a choice blasty’

> ‘not at all princess’

> you were both getting a little heated letting out some quiet groans and moans

> his arms around your waist yours around his neck and one of his hands w a n d e r i n g

> so when mina and denki opened the door to that they s creEAMED

> ‘FINALLY’

> cue angry bakugou screaming

> ‘YOU COULDVE FUCKING WARNED US WHEN YOU WERE GOING TO OPEN THE DAMN DOOR’

> ‘that’s no fun bakubro’

> fair to say you both didn’t go back to the game 😳

[ midoriya ]

> it was his turn and to say he’s nervous is an understatement

> of course he hopes it lands on you bc if it landed on anyone else he’d be disappointed but like also he’d malfunction if it does

> anddd then it lands on you and he’s just O.o

> everyone knew about his crush on you except from you

> he’s not exactly subtle he goes so red everytime you try talk to him

> try because he doesn’t talk back most the time he just stutters

> so you’re a bit afraid that he’s uncomfortable with you so you’re like ‘uh midoriya we don’t have to i don’t want you to be uncomfortable’

> and he’s a little mad at himself for making you think that

> ‘no no i’m not uncomfortable!’

> with that you both walked in and they closed the doors

> s i l e n c e for a second before you both start babbling

> ‘i-i uh wanted to say’ ‘i was going to say’

> ‘oh sorry you go first’

> ‘i-i wanted to say that you could uh never make me uncomfortable’

> ‘close your eyes midoriya’

> ‘call me izuku’ he says with a FLusHED ass face before closing his eyes

> his breath hitches when he feels you getting closer to him

> you’re like a pinky nails length apart rn and he feels like he’s going to implode

> you knew he’d never make the first move

> so you put your hands on his jaw and press your lips to his

> he m e l t s, he doesn’t know where to put his hands so you place them on your hips or around your waist for him

> he gets more into it as you both kiss slowly letting himself move and not being so damn stiff

> you tug at his hair a little making him groan and flushing red again

> you didn’t realise how long you’d been kidding for because the door opens wide

> and thEY DIDNT EXPECT midoriya to come into any contact with you without squeaking or making it obvious to everyone outside the wardrobe

> cheering from everyone bc you finally made a move on eachother

> but also a very embarrassed deku </3

[ todoroki ]

> has no idea what 7 minutes in heaven is at first

> mina has to explain it and he’s just like ‘this is dumb’

> until he sees mina dragging you to sit down

> it was your turn to spin you said ‘if it’s mineta todoroki please turn me into an ice cube’

> which made him- giggle?? ANd you just went （♡ ◡♡）

> mina just looked at you both and said ‘it’s so painfully obvious’ leading you to glare at her

> you got a little sidetracked and didn’t realise who it landed on

> when you saw it landed on todoroki you panicked

> mina was cheering like a lunatic

> you both got up and walked to the wardrobe

> as soon as the door closed you both looked at eachother a little red

> ‘y/n it’s okay if you’re uncomfortable with this we don’t have to even talk’

> you pouted at this looking at the ground ‘i love talking to you im not uncomfortable at all’

> you didn’t see him but he smiled as soon as you said that

> ‘i love talking to you too’ man was r ed

> you looked up at him and accidentally flicked between his eyes and lips blushing a little when he noticed

> ‘y/n’. you hummed

> he brought a finger up to your chin lifting your head up so you were now looking at eachother again

> your body temperature was r i s i n g

> you kinda knew he liked you from the past couple minutes

> he leaned down his hand now on your jaw and kissed you

> it was soft and seemed like that out of a disney movie

> you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in a little

> after a minute more of small kisses you felt a cold breeze

> pulling away for a second you realised the door was wide open and everyone started yELLING

> which made you both shy away a little

> ‘y/n do you want to uh get soba with me’

> boy basically told you he’s in love with you tbh

[ denki ]

> this mf i stg he’s probably the one who brought up the idea

> has a FAt crush on you and is shameless about it

> you knew but didn’t hes a little flirt so you just thought that he’s like that with everyone

> the bottle lands on you and hes just :D

> you both walk into the closet and you’re a little nervous

> ‘hey cutie’ you grin at his antics ‘hi denki’

> he gets really close to your face making your breath hitch ‘so uh if it wasn’t obvious enough i like you’ and you just go 0.0

> ‘wait really? i thought you just flirt with everyone’ making him chuckle a little

> ‘nope the difference is when i flirt with you i don’t make sex jokes i make dating jokes’

> ‘charmer aren’t you’ this flirty ass just puts both his arms around your waist pulling you so your hips are touching

> ‘wouldn’t you like to know sunshine’ he captures your lips with his own, surprisingly he was soft at first

> and then he got a little rougher biting your bottom lip tugging on it a little making butterflies form in your stomach

> you tug on his blonde locks making him groan

> his hand wandering along your body tracing down your arms and waist

> anD then the door swings open and he lets his head rest on your shoulder

> ‘DENKI I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO PUSSY OUT AT THE LAST MINUTE’

> ‘NOt COOL’

> yeah you didn’t go back to the game either :]

A/N :

i realised i’ve barely done any suggestive content on this acc so i wanted to try write some more <3

taglist : @blazedbakugou @todoroki-shoto-is-life

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soranihimawari · 2 years

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Sir, do you mind?

Or how Sakusa gets to know his neighbor…

Pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader//hints at poly

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: 🔞-mdni, reader is escort by profession// sir kink and or praise(?)// nondescript sex scene

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a man of many talents and accomplishments. One of which is being a naturally gifted player on his home team, the MSBY Black Jackals. The second is also being blessed with the height of a tall athlete regardless and with such talents (along with a killer track record), he was able to graduate and live on his own by the time his second season with the Jackals had officially paid him enough to by the last penthouse suite in his current building.

Suffice to say living on his own has been quite nice. There was no Bokuto or Miya who would have had shenanigans up the wa-zoo to keep him up all night; there was no energetic sunshine, Hinata, who would bother him to keep hitting serves and receives until well past midnight. Maybe a third one is actually having a service escort as his neighbor, who as of right now, keeps their line of work (and that world) private.

Thankfully, with the help of Motoya, Sakusa finds his place to be furnished completely–it was a pretty swank bachelor pad,at least you would think so. Speaking of you, you’re a new neighbor. You finally achieved that big girl promotion, so your law firm at the time, chose to cover your expenses alongside personally purchasing the condo on the opposite side of the penthouse suite.

You, whose wardrobe is currently made with high waisted slacks and cotton button downs or eastern-styled tunic tops, with longer ringlets than his own, stone gray eyes which reflect the clouds during the current rainy season, who always greets Sakusa with a saccharine smile, has seemed to be completely oblivious as to why the volleyball player lingers in the mailroom. Or why he tries, but fails spectacularly, at making brownies when you confide in him your mother got on your case again for not going on more dates. Sure, you’ve had dates that seemed to have turned into one night stands only for those gentleman callers to leave your flat with a disgruntled look. One of which tells Sakusa who was returning from the grocery store about your insane collection of tabletop games and mystery book walls:

“YN is a real piece of work,” he said. “There’s wall to wall novels about murder, others are guide books for D&D, dice everywhere, and man! What a shut in! …”

Sakusa didn’t need to know this information, but seeing how annoyed the douchebag next to him in the elevator, the former top three aces in Japan arches his brow at the stranger.

“Why are you telling me this?” Sakusa asks. His bag is held up in his hands,very few vegetables were tall enough to peak out by the handles.

“You’re her neighbor, so I thought you knew you live next to a prudish nerd.”

The elevator dings and as the man leaves while Sakusa just rolls his eyes on your behalf.

It takes another month of self-discovery, as his father once put it, for Sakusa to run into you again. You prattle on your call with your mother who is very worried at this point you’ve turned down every single one of her matchmaking dates. Sakusa had just come home from an evening jog in the gym provided in the building, but he thinks he sees an irkmark form over your space bun styled hair. You were wearing tights and a midriff shirt that showed off your toned physique and Sakusa tries really hard not to stare, but he does anyway. His mind falls into the red zone while nervously trying to talk himself out of trying to leave as soon as possible. Your face seemed flushed because of the heat, but you eventually hung up on your mother saying you had enough with her habits of trying to find you a date. You glance over your right shoulder to see your neighbor gawking at you, so you straight up lied to your mother:

“I have a date tonight ma…Yes I do! I’m not lying,” you mouth out the words to Sakusa as you walk toward him. “Say hi to my mom Omi-kun.”

And Sakusa, proud and unyielding outside hitter for the Black Jackals, pinches the bridge of his nose after you tack on a barely audible, ‘please?’, and grabs your phone out of your hands.

“Hello… Oh? YN is a fine neighbor… No, I didn’t know that…Umm, here they are,” he shoves the phone back into your hands and you end the call. You thank him with a bow as you offer to take his grocery bag, you hold the lighter one now.

Inside the elevator again, you stand side by side with him. He says nothing as you complain about your last date who just up and left. You tell him about your kinks like how peace and quiet is a major turn on; you like tying up people as a rigger; and the fact that your job isn’t really a firm at all–

“I’m a professional kink escort,” you say proudly. You wink at him.

Sakusa, if he was more prone to use slang, would have asked you if you were deadass serious about your job. Instead, he uses the pun below:

“...Come again?”

Miya Atsumu would’ve lost his shit laughing at how his teammate seemed to be clueless about what he just said. Then again, the only other serious interaction he had in the dating arena would have been the first and only time he ever fucked an ex-girlfriend in college. The elevator dings, doors opening to your floor.

“You heard me,” you said matter-of-factly. “Are you surprised?”

Sakusa’s Adam’s apple bops, a sure as hell sign as any that he was. What does he do with that sort of information? He can’t really ask playboy Miya or steady relationship Bokuto, can he? Should he ask Meian on Monday when practice is self-ran? No, he settles. I’ll deal with this on my own, he continues pondering upon it not hearing you offer to make dinner. Though Sakusa nods at you, you wait for him to open the door to his place.

A couple hours later, around nine-thirty, your cacciapepe pasta is plated and thoroughly enjoyed by the athlete. It was cheat day, so the noodles and eating late was a bit rule-bending, but eating with you was one of the highlights of the day. You and Sakusa swap stories about growing up; he tells you about his volleyball career and you tell him about the time you fell in love with professional escorting. You had described it as a maid cafe except sexual acts or devious deeds sometimes are included.

“Depending on the client,” you add. Sakusa is currently soaking the dishes with large yellow gloves, for you to find that hilariously cute is an understatement. You have a pesky smile on your face no doubt enjoying the domesticity of it.

“What about you Sakusa-san? Do you have any kinks?” you have a teasing lilt in your voice when you ask. He almost lets go of the plate he was soaking, but he catches it in time for you to laugh a bit at his cold stare.

“No,” he answers, angry at this turn of events.

“Ah, figures. Perhaps one of these days I’ll take you under my wing then, huh?”

You slide off the chair to approach him in the kitchen area. He was washing his hands profusely at the moment while you leaned against the dishwasher.

“Sir, do you mind?” you nonchalantly switched your voice to a more innocently provocative one. Sakusa turns to face you from his peripheral line of sight. You notice he doesn’t flinch, rather he actually casually grins at the word, ‘sir.’

Gotcha you little devil, you think. You say nothing as you run your fingers up and down his arm closest to you, as if striking a match against his skin. His hair bounces when he is pulled in front of you, following your demanding lead from just the slightest touch you give him. Perhaps a bit touch starved too, your mind thinks this through, so with a clearing of your throat, you whisper words that would eventually change your dynamic for a long time to come.

“Does sir mind if I ask him to kiss me?”

You glance up, placing a bit of distance when you decidedly hop up on the immaculate granite counter. Sakusa groans saying you do not make it any easier for him to deny you anything, especially now when your legs are spread the right width for him to stand in front of you with a pointed look.

“I just cleaned this counter space not too long ago,” his voice drops in tone for feigning annoyance.

You’re about to apologize for a second, yet Sakusa was one step ahead of you: his left hand curls under your chin to have you meet his lips in a chaste meeting. He holds you there for a few more seconds and you only focus on how diligently they had felt against your own. You feel his hands leave your chin altogether and instead his hand cups your cheek. Hearing him hum when he pulls away, makes you smile, slowly opening your eyes.

“Gorgeous thing you are,” you pretend to not hear the compliment only to nod in his hand. You seemed cute like this with a squished cheek in his palm. Sakusa never was affectionate around any of his former beaus, but for you, he decides to try now, especially since your hand reaches for the front of his shirt, pulling him back toward you with ease.

“You’re surprisingly good at this,” you mumble against his lips before returning the favor you asked of him. His eyes seemed to have shut long ago, an echo of a laugh rumbles in his chest as you tilt your head more to one side, you take the lead to deepen the kiss.

Technically, you didn’t lie to your mother about having a date: you and Sakusa made an impromptu one happen out of a need to hang out. Who knew it would have lead here to you breathing in his scent the longer he kept you there? The small of your back is supported by his arm snaking around you when you feel yourself arching backward, sighing hotly into his mouth, followed by a shortened playful bite on his end.

“Ack,” you chortle, pecking his lips once more. Your face is warm though as he gently pushes you forward mentioning you should go soon.

“I have practice in the morning,” he pecks your cheek when you’ve calmed yourself down enough.

“I-I see,” you nod, agreeing how you did not want to overstay your welcome. Gathering your things, just your phone and keys, he eventually escorts you to the front of his door.

“I’ll see you when I get home,” Sakusa says. There is a serious tone to his promise. It sounds almost threatening though, but you realize it’s part of his charm. You make a hand sign for him to bend down and as your lips press against the moles on his brow, you bid him good night when you see yourself out.

In the comfort of your own room, you trace your lips with your fingers, a wolfish smile on your face. On your left in a blank notebook, you write down the name of your neighbor. Next to that? You write down a few things you’ve noticed while making out with him in the kitchen. The top of the list in your eloquent handwriting says the following: S.Kiyoomi, 26, touch-starved, sir/praise kink. You definitely have your work cut out for you because as it stands, you’re going to be the one to guide him in your world.

The absolute payoff of this comes after you’ve seduced him in your bed. In your post glow, you lay a top of him. Your hair strewn across your back while his hands run through it. Sakusa’s wrists are currently freed from the silk shackles you knotted for him, all this because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself while at the party for Hinata’s birthday. It was supposed to be your first official outing as a couple, though you’re fairly certain you ought to have stayed at home because of how Sakusa wanted to devour you alive in the low cut number you wore. He might have mentioned at the club you were dressed to kill, but all he really had wanted to do was see how deep his knuckles could get before everyone at the VIP level would have noticed he was gone for too long in the bathroom hallway to “check up on YN.”

“Did my boy have fun being tied up?” you sheepishly asked him. You glance at the wrist with brazen marks he shows you with a slight pout. Your lips kiss the inside of his wrist apologizing for how tight you had made the knots.

“‘M sorry pretty boy,” you stifle a yawn.

“I bet you are,” his hoarse voice soothes your ears. “But we should properly get cleaned up now, yeah?”

“Only if you carry me to the tub and I get to wear that shirt you love so much.”

“Fine.”

The water in the bath was drawn and though you were extremely sore, you didn’t really have time to think about it since you were gently placed in said tub. Bubbles from the lavender bath bomb began to fizz. Behind you, Sakusa sat with his knees propped up on either side. He makes a complaint about how awkward he must look, but you shake your head saying this was well worth the experience of sleeping with him. You lean back, humming a tune of approval when he begins telling you his favorite moment of the night.

“Miya can’t wrap his head around you being with me,” his tone is one where he tries to swallow a mirthful chuckle.

“Meian and Bokkun couldn’t believe I exist either,” you hum, kissing his jawline. “Although, now that I think about it, Hinata was the only one who saw you video call me when you were on the way back from that away match…”

Sakusa rests his head atop yours mentioning it was great because no one else thought you had existed until then. Sure, the entire team sort of dared him to bring you along one night for post-celebratory drinks, but when he had refused, you inquired if your job was something he didn’t want them to ask you about. You had a brief disagreement over the subject, but you decided to finally give that part of your life a rest and to use the framed degree to go into what you had originally pursued from the start. Regardless, now your existence is proven to the team, you’re with Sakusa for as long as he’ll have you. And trust each other since both of you are standing, or in this case, sitting at the edge of an unconventional love affair.

Bonus:

Miya Atsumu stops by his teammate’s unit only to find Sakusa was not at home the following morning. In his hands, the setter has a togo bag from Onigiri Miya, as he scans the floor for another room. Alas he finds your front door only to have it answered by you. You, who is technically half dressed in nothing but an Oxford shirt Miya remembers Sakusa wearing, and boyfriend cut underwear, answers the door with a wide-eyed stare.

“H-hey YN-chan,” Miya’s mouth suddenly becomes hella dry.

“Sumu?” you are drowsy as you act a little more drowsy than normal. You stifle a yawn. “G’morning? Wanna come in?”

“Maybe later,” the blonde says. “Seems yer a bit busy…umm… here! Give these to yer boyfriend.”

“Mmk,” you lean against the door, your shirt dips to the side a bit causing honeyed eyes to stare slightly at your bare chest. The bruises left behind by his teammate’s lips were an indication of how much fun you seemed to have.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, shaking the back of his neck, blowing profusely apologizing for the intrusion.

“Who’s at the door?” Sakusa asks you from your kitchen.

“Atsumu,” you raise your voice, turning your face round to see a half naked boyfriend rummage around the kitchen. Sakusa nods a devilish grin on his face. He winks at you and though your lips turn into a toothy smile, you turn your attention back to your visitor.

“If you behave real nice, I’m sure Omi won’t mind if I break a brat like you…”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

Sakusa almost feels jealous, almost. Only, he was curious to find out how his teammate would hold up against your techniques. He still is recovering from the number you did last night on his wrists and his back’s scratches were healing well. The love bites littering his neck and collarbones were deepening in color.

You wink as your guest soon discovers what you truly mean by that when you pull him inside to your domain, shutting the door behind the blonde. Whatever the implications may be, nothing could have delightfully prepared either athlete to witness just how many things might have turned your relationship to a more intriguing one.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #sora scribbles

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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years

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Follow My Lead | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 11 | I love her and the sooner you get used to it, the better things will be.

A/N: This will update every Thursday. There are 13 chapters. There are all sorts of kinds of D/s relationships. This is the one I choose to write this time.

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Vivian Swann)

Summary: Tom and Vivian have both been unlucky in love, searching for something outside of the bounds of a typical relationship. When the two of them connect via a dating app, Tom is introduced to the idea of being submissive to Vivian. Which is the one thing he never knew he needed. Under the firm hand of Vivian, Tom learns what it means to submit and Vivian learns what it means to be in a loving dominant relationship. But not everyone seems to understand what they have and the best intentions can destroy the strongest relationship.

This Chapter: Benedict keeps pushing on Tom, causing tension. And Vivian visits the set and encounters an assistant who seems interested in Tom in a less than professional manner.

Warnings for story: Dominant/submissive relationship (sub!Tom), lots of smut including but not limited to: vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), edging, denial, teasing, use of restraints, spanking, multiple orgasm, anal play, use of toys.

Tag Lists Are Open! Let me know if you want to be added. Thank you for reading!

“Did you and Ben have a good time?” Vivian asked in the car.

“We did.” Tom half lied. The time was enjoyable, but the constant prodding from Ben was beginning to grate.

“You’re lying.” Vivian crossed her arms.

“No, I’m not.” Tom dug his heels in on this. He could handle Ben on his own.

“Yes, you are. Is Ben giving you a hard time? And don’t lie. It’s so unbecoming.”

Tom sighed. “Yes, darling.”

“Want me to handle it?”

“No!” Tom retorted a bit too abruptly, earning a glare from Vivian. “I mean, no.” He tempered his voice. “I can handle Benedict. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“But I do worry.” She reached out and rubbed his neck. “It’s my job to worry.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He gripped the steering wheel. “It’s nothing. I’ll speak with him.”

“Okay.” Vivian let it drop. For now. She switched on the radio and fiddled until finding a Top 40s station.

By the time they got home, jet lag hit Vivian full force. Tom sensed her energy dropped.

“Why don’t you go lie down and I’ll bring everything in, ma’am?”

She kissed his cheek. “Thank you, darling.”

By the time Tom made his way to the bedroom, Vivian was fast asleep on the bed, fully dressed. He kneeled down and pulled her shoes off, placing them off to the side. He tucked her under the covers and made sure her head was sitting on the pillow. A quick kiss to the forehead and Tom took off to rehearse scenes for tomorrow and make a light dinner.

Vivian slept straight through the night and when she woke in the morning, Tom’s side of the bed cold. She wandered into the kitchen to find a note.

Ma’am,

I didn’t wish to disturb you. I know how difficult jet lag can be. You needed rest. I ate eggs, toast, and beans for breakfast. And coffee. The machine is ready to go for you. I texted you a morning photo and won’t forget to text you my lunch. I might be home a bit late tonight, long call sheet and what not. But I promise to text when I am on my way. Here is a list of some things you might want to do while I’m away. I love you.

Your sunshine,

Tom.

Vivian smiled as she found a list scribbled Tom’s handwriting of museums, spas, parks and restaurants along with his Uber account information.

“So thoughtful.” She grabbed her phone to find Tom flexing in his underwear in front of the mirror that morning, a big grin on his face. Vivian chuckled as she spied herself asleep in the background.

She typed back.

You are the most thoughtful man I have ever had the pleasure of spanking. Thank you, sunshine. You are definitely getting a reward tonight. And that photo is delicious. I might have to keep that one.

Vivian made a cup of coffee and a bowl of porridge with some fruit and set out to ready herself for the day.

Tom gulped as he spied Vivian’s email, grateful he was alone in his trailer waiting to be called to set and not in front of the crew or even worse, Benedict. He hoped for the ability to concentrate on the scenes and for an early ending of the day. Benedict had other ideas.

“Are you messing up on purpose?” Tom hissed as they reset once again.

“Sorry, Tom. I’m a bit distracted.”

“That makes two of us.” Tom muttered. He cleared his throat. “I have plans tonight I care not to miss.”

Benedict’s brows raised. “Vivian taking you off the leash?”

Tom jabbed his finger at his friend. “Stop with the jokes, Ben! They are neither appreciated nor wanted. I love her and the sooner you get used to it, the better things will be.” His nostrils flared.

Benedict opened his mouth, closed it and dropped his chin. “Sorry, Tom.”

“How would you feel if I spoke of Sophie in such a manner?” Tom countered, setting onto his mark.

“I would take your head clear off.” Ben reset too.

“Then consider yourself lucky. Now let’s get through this.”

Ben did better but still flubbed a few lines, much to Tom’s chagrin. It was unlike his friend, the consummate professional. Tom practically ran off the set when the last scene was done and beelined to wardrobe and makeup, hurrying the process along as much as possible. As his driver pulled away, he texted Vivian.

On my way, ma’am.

Vivian adjusted her bra and stockings as she waited by the front door for Thomas. His collar dangling from one finger. She couldn’t stop smiling as his key turned into the lock. Tom grinned as he saw Vivian standing there in a skimpy bra and panty set, along with garters and stockings. She finished the outfit with sky high heels.

“Welcome home, sunshine.” She purred, noticing his pants tenting already. “All your clothes off and into the basket.”

Tom’s hands were a flurry as he pulled his shirt, shoes, pants, and rest of everything off and folded it into the basket. He stood, shifting from foot to foot.

“You are so eager, sunshine.” She stepped in front of him. Her fingers tracing his abs and chest. “Are you ready for your reward?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He shivered as Vivian’s lips ghosted across his neck.

“Good boy.” Her lips hovered over the shell of his ear. Vivian’s hand squeezed his cock. “Let’s put this on.” She held up the collar and fastened it around his neck and then fastened a leash to it. Tom couldn’t help but smirk.

“And to think Benedict thought you were taking me off the leash.”

Vivian tugged on it and led Tom through the house to the bedroom. “On your stomach, sunshine.” She ordered him, unhooking the leash. Tom laid down, shifting uncomfortably against the duvet.

He jumped as something warm and wet dripped onto his skin. Vivian’s hands smoothed it out along his skin. She started at his neck and worked out all the knots as she moved down to his shoulders and ribs. Tom moaned as Vivian’s thumbs pressed into the indents above his ass.

“Your hands are…” Tom sighed. “… magic, ma’am.”

She gave Tom’s ass cheek a playful swat before kneading into them. Tom was certain if he were to roll over, there would be a wet spot on the sheets. His legs shifted open as Vivian’s hands slid down to his thighs. He whimpered a bit when her hands left his body. She dripped more oil onto his legs.

“Gooodddd…” Tom moaned. “yes…”

He stiffened as her hands wandered up. “Do you trust me, sunshine?” He nodded. “Remember your word?”

“Sushi.” he mumbled into the pillow under his head.

“Good boy.” Her hands massaged along his inner thighs and up along his ass. He sucked in a sharp breath when her hands settled between his cheeks and slid down to rub between his ass and his cock. His hips rocked and Tom shifted to widen his legs more for ease of access.

“Do you like that, sunshine? Do you like my hands there, rubbing?”

Tom grunted. “Yes, ma’am.”

Her hand slid up and her thumb pressed gently against his rear entrance. Tom jumped as pleasure shot through him like electricity.

“Fuck!” He bit down on the pillow.

“Very interesting.” Vivian moved back down to Tom’s thighs and calves. She swatted his ass again. “Roll onto your back, sunshine.”

Tom’s head was already fuzzy and heavy, but he rolled onto his back with a moan. As expected, a good size wet spot onto the duvet. Vivian grabbed a small towel and covered it. Tom’s cock bobbed as he settled onto the pillow.

Vivian clicked her tongue as she dripped more oil onto Tom’s thighs, rubbing her thumbs hard into the muscle. “Is someone aroused by their massage, darling?”

Tom’s hands tucked behind his head, his collar jingled along the way. “Yes ma’am.”

She climbed onto the bed, straddling his legs with hers. “That definitely needs to be taken care of. How would you like me to take care of it?”

Tom’s brow furrowed. “I… don’t understand…”

Vivian leaned forward, her boobs pressed against Tom’s cock. “I can use my breasts, my hand,” She jerked him once sharply. “My mouth.” She kissed his treasure trail. “Anything besides my cunt, sunshine. Your reward, your pick.”

Tom’s thoughts spun inside his head. “Uh… I don’t know…” Vivian waited patiently, seeing Tom panicking.

“There is no wrong answer, sunshine.”

He took a deep breath. “Um… mouth?” he questioned.

“Is that a question?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Mouth, ma’am.” He croaked out.

Vivian lowered her head and kissed along his shaft. His hands flew to her head. She stopped and rose. “No hands, sunshine. I will stop each time you touch me.” Tom quickly replaced his hands behind his head.

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry.”

She returned to placing kitten licks along his shaft. Vivian loved how Tom squirmed. She kissed and licked the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum before taking him into her mouth. Vivian sucked hard and Tom bucked his hips. She released his cock with a pop.

“Do I need to restrain you?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom commented without thinking.

His eyes widened at his response. Vivian pushed up and walked to the dresser and pulled out some scarves. She made quick work of tying them to the bed frame and then tying the scarves to Tom’s wrists and ankles.

“Too tight?” Tom tugged and shook his head. “Good.” Vivian crawled across Tom’s body to kneel next to him. “Where were we?”

She quickly took Tom back into her mouth and sucked in earnest. Tom gasped as he came in Vivian’s mouth. She swallowed and smiled. Vivian kissed up Tom’s torso before kissing his lips. She tasted of him, tasted of salt. Tom tugged against the scarves, but they held tight.

Vivian sat up and tugged Tom’s head up by the o-ring on the collar. “Eyes on me.” She adjusted the pillows under his head.

Tom’s eyes tracked her movements as she stood and he assumed would untie him. Instead, she walked to the end of the bed. His brow pinched together. “Aren’t you untying me?”

“Eventually.” Her hands slid up her legs.

“But my reward—”

“—is over when I say so.” Her hands reached around and unclasped her bra, allowing her breasts to softly fall as she dropped the bra to the ground. Vivian squeezed her tits, pinching the nipples. “So what will it be this time, hands or breasts?”

Tom’s cock twitched as Vivian continued to play with herself. “Ah… ahh.. breasts? Breasts.” He corrected himself.

Vivian turned around and grabbed the massage oil, dripping it along her chest. She smeared it along her skin, pressing her boobs together. Tom was already semi-hard watching her.

“God, sunshine… already?” She crawled back onto the bed. “You are full of surprises.” She crawled on top of him. “I’m untying your hands, you may only touch my breasts.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Vivian made quick work of the knots and slid back down Tom’s body, kneeling between his legs.

Tom settled his cock between her well-oiled tits and pressed them together tight. He thrusted between them and groaned. Tom continued to buck his hips and his release fast approaching.

“Look at me.” Vivian called out.

Tom gazed down to find her intense hazel eyes piercing into him. She opened her mouth and licked the tip of his cock, even sucking the tip slightly. The whole thing was too much for Tom and he came with a stutter, making a mess all over Vivian’s chest and neck before collapsing against the mattress.

Vivian grabbed a towel from the dresser and cleaned herself up a bit and then snagged the bottle of water and untied Tom’s legs, rubbing his ankles.

“Sunshine?” She sat next to him on the edge of the bed. Tom didn’t respond. Vivian cupped his cheek and shook him gently. “You need to sit up and drink, sunshine.”

Tom’s eyes opened, and he murmured. Vivian helped him to sitting. She held the water bottle out and scratched up and down his back. “Thanks.” He gulped down the water.

“You okay to stand up?”

Tom nodded. Vivian stood first and offered her hand. He was a little wobbly on his legs. She kissed his temple, smoothing the hair stuck to his skin.

“Take a shower and clean up while I heat up dinner.” Vivian undid his collar and placed it on the nightstand.

“Yes, ma’am.” He kissed her cheek and made his way slowly to the bathroom. Vivian chuckled, tugging on a robe, as Tom resembled a fresh born foal standing for the first time.

He emerged about twenty minutes later, his hair wet, wearing that short bathrobe Vivian bought him that first night he stayed over. Tom no longer tugged at the hem. Vivian set his plate down at the table, a simple dinner of chicken, potatoes, and veggies. Tom sat down and took a bite and moaned.

“That is delicious.” Tom tucked into the food as Vivian ate slowly.

“Chew, darling. Chew.” Vivian chided and Tom slowed down.

“Sorry. This is way better than takeout.” Tom mumbled as he swallowed his food and took smaller bites.

“You are not the only one in this relationship who can follow a recipe.”

They finished up the meal and Tom cleared the plates and Vivian opened up the fridge. She pulled out a Tupperware container.

“What’s that?” Tom glanced over his shoulder.

“Dessert.” She opened the lid to reveal chocolate cake.

“Did you bake that?” Tom raised an eyebrow.

“Perhaps.” Vivian smirked. “Or perhaps I picked it up at the store.”

Tom peered into the container and stuck his finger into the icing before offering it up. Vivian popped it into her mouth, licking his finger clean. Vivian collected icing and cake on two fingers and pressed them against Tom’s lips. He sucked against them, laving his tongue to devour every morsel. He moaned and leaned towards Vivian as she removed her fingers.

“More please.” Tom purred.

“I love when you beg.” Vivian scooped up more icing and Tom lunged towards her fingers, repeating the process. He whimpered when she removed her fingers a second time. “I think you’ve had enough fun tonight. You have work tomorrow.”

Tom’s eyes lit up, and he wrapped his arms around Vivian’s waist while she put the cake back into the fridge. “Speaking of work,” He pushed her hair out of the way to kiss her neck. “would you like to come to the set tomorrow?”

Vivian leaned against him. “I won’t be in the way?”

“Nonsense. You can see me shoot some scenes, have lunch with Benedict, meet some people, I can show you off…” Tom chuckled against her.

“I think I have just the outfit. I would love to.” She spun in place and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Any shirtless scenes tomorrow?”

“No?”

“Good.” She ripped his robe open and attacked his chest.

Vivian didn’t realize how god awful early Tom woke in morning until his alarm went off.

“Noooo…” she groaned, rolling to tuck into his body. Tom kissed her lips before rolling out of bed.

“I’m afraid the answer is yes. How about I shower first and then make some coffee?”

Vivian groaned something unintelligible. Tom took that as a ‘yes’ and set about getting ready for the day. He showered and set about making a quick breakfast and coffee.

“Darling?” He rubbed Vivian’s back. “It’s time to get up.”

“But I’m on holiday.”

Tom chuckled. “But I’m not. Now drink the coffee while I finish breakfast.”

Vivian sat up and sipped the coffee, sweet as she preferred. It was warm and comforting. Tom set down a plate of toast and eggs. Vivian ate and then headed to shower and dress for the day while Tom finished getting ready. His jaw dropped when she emerged from the bedroom.

“I am definitely showing you off today.” Tom moved to wrap his hand around her waist to kiss her. “Wearing that. Or perhaps I lock you in my trailer?”

“You like?” Vivian spun. Her dress was low cut in the front and a slit up her leg to the knee. It was flirty and showed off her curves. “Not too much?”

Tom kissed her again. “You’re always too much, ma’am. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Vivian tugged on her go to wedges and a sweater as Tom grabbed his bag and they headed out for the day.

Vivian leaned against Tom in the back of the car, still groggy from the early morning wake up. Tom tucked his arm around her, enjoying her warmth with a smile. Her eyes fluttered closed for a quick nap.

“Do I need to stop off somewhere for some coffee, Mr. Hiddleston?” his driver asked, seeing Vivian in the back.

“No, Matt. It’s fine. Just mind the potholes.”

Matt nodded. “Yes, sir.”

When they arrived, Tom nudged her awake. “Darling, we’re here.”

Vivian jolted awake. “What?! We are?!” Her eyes darted around, taking in the surroundings.

Tom smiled and jogged around the car to open her door. “I felt it best to let you rest. I’ll show you around before heading to makeup.”

Tom showed Vivian where his trailer, craft services, the set and other things were before introducing her to Madeline.

“Madeline, meet Vivian.” The young girl extended her hand.

“Pleasure. I’m here to help you out with anything you need.”

Tom kissed Vivian’s cheek. “I’m off to get ready, Maddy, make sure she is taken care of.” Tom winked at Maddie, who blushed in response. Vivian shifted her weight.

“Of course, Mr. Hidd—er, Tom.” Maddy giggled and Tom took off.

Maddy linked arms with Vivian. “You look like you need some coffee.”

Vivian gave a small smile, not sure if she was just insulted or not.

By lunchtime, Vivian was certain Maddy had insulted her. The young woman mooned over Tom at every turn, even in front of her. Tom, to his credit, seemed either oblivious or immune to her overtures. But that did little to sooth Vivian. After watching Tom for a bit, she left to return to his trailer and sulk.

Tom walked into the trailer carrying two plates of salad and chicken, still wearing the Loki wig.

“Darling, is everything alright? Madeline mentioned you took off.”

Vivian bit her tongue, not wanting to spoil Tom’s energy. “I wanted to rest a bit. I was in the way.” None of it a lie.

He set down the food and moved to kneel in front of Vivian, rubbing her calf. “I’m sorry, darling.” His eyes twinkled. “I know how to make you feel better.” His hand slid higher on your leg.

“You need to eat.” Vivian teased.

“Yes, I do.” Tom rucked her dress up and pushed her knees apart. Vivian sighed as he kissed her thigh. His lips trailed up to her core and his nose nuzzled against the fabric of her panties. Her fingers laced through the long hair of his wig and tugged his head over.

“No teasing.” she hissed.

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom hooked his finger through her panties and pulled them to the side.

He wasted no time to lick along her, earning a moan in return. Tom moved his other hand, but Vivian pushed it away.

“No hands, darling.” she breathed.

Tom sucked hard against her clit and she came undone with a soft scream, knowing others could be outside. Vivian pulled him up by his head.

“Thank you, love.” she hummed, content for the moment. “We are definitely growing out your hair. Easier to tug.”

Tom chuckled, burying against her chest. “Yes, ma’am. Beard too?”

“Beard too. Now let’s go eat.”

Tom hopped up and Vivian followed.

Vivian’s mood improved, but the lingering feelings of possessiveness clawed at the back of her brain. Tom would never act on such flirtations. She was confident in his devotion to her. But seeing younger women hanging over what was hers upset her. And she realized what was missing. And planned to remedy it as soon as they got home.

Tom gave a weary smile as they climbed into the car late that evening.

“Why don’t you lay down in my lap, darling?” Vivian offered, tucking her sweater into a makeshift pillow.

Tom complied and dozed off with Vivian, stroking his hair. He was asleep in five minutes. Vivian woke him as the car pulled up to the house.

“Darling, time to wake up.” she cooed in his ear. Tom nuzzled against her and blinked his eyes open.

“I fell asleep?”

“You were exhausted.” Vivian slowly eased him to sitting. “Go inside and lie down, I will bring a quick dinner to you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom exited the car and Vivian followed.

Tom headed to the bedroom and Vivian made him a quick sandwich, which he gobbled down.

“I’m sorry I am not up to doing much.” Tom shrugged his shoulders as Vivian took his plate.

“You have had a few big days.” She kissed him. “It’s fine.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“I’m going to sit up and watch some TV.”

“Can you…” Tom hesitated. “… stay here? Until I fall asleep, at least? I sleep better with you here.”

Vivian smiled. “Of course.”

She curled up next to him, Tom wrapping his arms around her. His chin settling into the crook of her neck. He dozed off any in about fifteen minutes, and Vivian carefully extracted herself to finish up her evening.

The next morning, Vivian followed Tom out to the kitchen, carrying something behind her.

“Madeline flirts with you.” she stated.

Tom glanced up from his plate. “She does? I guess so. I haven’t noticed.”

“It’s not just her. Susannah and Sarah do too. In fact, I don’t think there was a single female crew member I saw that was immune to your charms.”

Tom smiled. “I must attract them with the energy I give off as a man in love.” Tom attempted to smooth out the tension.

“I don’t like it.” Vivian blurted out. “You’re mine.”

Tom’s eyes widened. “Of course, I’m yours. You’re not doubting us, are you?”

“No.” Vivian pulled the box out from behind her back.

“That’s the ring, isn’t it?” Tom stood and closed his hand over the box. “I’m yours, ma’am.”

“You are mine, sunshine.” She opened the box.

Tom’s eyes welled up. “Yes, ma’am.” Vivian handed him the ring, and he slipped it on his left ring finger. “Perfect fit.”

“It looks good. On you. I expect you to wear it at all times outside of the house, unless working on set in costume.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom kept gazing down at the ring and spinning it on his finger. He kissed Vivian. “I’ll finish getting ready.”

She grabbed him by the neck and kissed him roughly. “Now you can go.” she commented as they parted.

Benedict is insisting we need to come to his house for dinner tonight. Can we?

Vivian frowned at the message. She tapped out a message.

Ben wants Tom and I to come over tonight for dinner. What’s going on?

Sophie immediately responded.

No clue. But the more the merrier. I think the boys have an early finish today. 7 p.m.?

Deal.

Vivian texted Tom back.

We can. Sophie says 7 p.m. Meet you there.

Tom responded with a heart emoji and pocketed his phone.

“Vivian says yes. She’ll meet us over there at 7.”

Benedict frowned as he ate his lunch. “I’m glad she approved.”

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston smut #follow my lead

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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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Promise

Pairing: Aromantic!Fem!Reader x Ben Hardy

Warnings: Implied smut and some Feelings talk but honestly it’s pretty tame.

Words: 1,413

A/N: It’s Aggressively Arospec Week! So, as promised, I’m going to be posting a few blurbs/short one shots and things during the coming week to celebrate, all of them taking place within my Platonically verse. All of the posts will be tagged as “platonically event” in case you want to find them later (or block the tag)

This first one is inspired by a song - Promise by The Novel Ideas. I think it was probably written with a more romantic relationship in mind but theres a few lyrics in there that I choose to interpret as queerplatonic, and that especially reminded me of Ben and Reader in Platonically.

Ben’s house was a comforting place. You’d always felt comfortable there, since you’d first become friends with Ben, but especially after you got together. It was bigger than your place for one, an actual house and not a rundown flat you had to share to afford, though it was still fairly small. Its yard was almost non-existent but there was a scrap out the back that caught the sun in the afternoons. More than once you and however many friends had huddled there on wintery afternoons to warm up or else sprawled out in as few layers as you could get away with hoping the mercury wouldn’t rise much higher. So, after a day mostly spent indoors, huddled at your computers, you and Ben decided it might be nice to take a picnic rug out into the sunshine to relax before you had to worry about dinner. Of course, when Ben suggested the idea he chose to use the phrase, “boost our vitamin D levels” and you thought he was insinuating something else entirely. “Well if that’s really what you want,” he laughed, pretending to reach for the waistband of his joggers.

Instead you stuck to his original idea, grabbing a fuzzy orange blanket from his wardrobe and laying it out over the patchy grass, throwing a couple of pillows down on top so your heads at least would be comfortable. For a while you just sort of did your own things near each other. Ben was preparing for a new movie so took the opportunity to read over the information he had and sections of the script, occasionally muttering to himself or highlighting something important (nearly always almost dropping his phone onto his face). And you happily stretched out beside him, relishing the warmth of the sun as you played games on your phone and scrolled through Tumblr. But, the lower in the sky the sun got, the closer together you moved until the sky was tinted with pink and you were laying perpendicular to each other, your head resting on his stomach. With a sigh, Ben set aside his phone and looked up at the wispy clouds moving across the sky. You knew what he was thinking about though he stayed quiet. “How long before you go?” “We start shooting in two weeks but I fly out a little before that just so I can get settled and meet everyone and there’s time to do any prep stuff before filming actually begins.” He paused but realised he hadn’t really answered you, “twelve days,” “Thats ages away,” you said with a soft laugh though you both knew the time would go by quickly. It wouldn’t be the first time you waved Ben off at the airport, but it would be the first time since you’d decided to be queerplatonic partners. Something about it made you a little sad, knowing you wouldn’t have your best friend by your side for the few months it took to film the movie, but it wasn’t the end of the world and you were excited on his behalf too. Ben sighed again, less audibly than before but you could feel it in the way his stomach and chest moved so you rolled over to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow, studying the pensive expression he wore and determining he needed cheering up. “I expect you to bring me back a present,” He smiled, his eyes drifting from the sky down to you as he let his head turn to the side, “I’ll keep that in mind,” “And I don’t mean something crappy like sweets or whatever junk you usually bring me. That was fine before but there has to be some sort of perk since I’m your partner now. I mean, everyone thinks I’m your girlfriend so you really have no choice here, you have to bring me something good.” The smile slowly spread until Ben was laughing, “Okay, something good it is then.” You giggled along with him, ignoring the patch of hard dirt under your elbow until you couldn’t any longer and instead rolled onto your back so you could lie beside him and let him wrap you up in his arms. And for a little while that was enough. It was close to being too warm, hot as you were from laying in the sun, but you didn’t mind, content in the knowledge that Ben was happy too.

Slowly his grip loosened until it was just his palm rubbing gently over your stomach and side, his thoughts back where they’d been before, “If I’d known I wouldn’t have auditioned for the movie,” “What?” “If I’d known things between us would work. At the time I kinda figured it was a good excuse in case asking you out ruined shit. I could just lay low for a few weeks and then dip, give you some space. But now it kinda feels like a mistake.” “Are you kidding? It’s a great roll, Ben, and you’re going to be amazing in it.” “Yeah I know, and I am excited about it,” “I’d hope so since it means you get to go to Greece,” He gave another soft chuckle at that, “Yeah that’s definitely part of my excitement. And it will be fun. But things are really good with you. Like really good. And I don’t want to ruin that by leaving.” You understood where he was coming from but still felt he was being a bit ridiculous, “You better not be getting romantically sentimental on me. It’s not like we live in the Regency period and have to rely on letters in the post or whatever. And besides, we’re not romantically involved so it’s a bit stupid for you to get all depressed about going.” You gave him a poke in the ribs for good measure. “I promise I’m not,” there was an audible lift in his voice, “I just feel very protective of you. I don’t want you to be sad.” “Uhhhh, I’m going to be house sitting for you so there’s no chance of me being sad. I’ll have this place to myself and I am definitely going to enjoy it. Playing music as loud as I want, eating my way through your stash of chocolate, playing all your video games whenever I want. Able to be loud when I masturbate. No need to worry about accidentally waking up a roommate or walking in on her giving her boyfriend a bj. Fucking paradise really.” Ben snorted at the last bit and squeezed you tight again before kissing your temple, “Okay, sad isn’t a problem then. But I also don’t want you to realise I’m not necessary.” It was your turn to snort though it was less about amusement and more about how daft Ben sounded, “But you aren’t necessary.” “Way to make a guy feel special Y/N,” “No it’s a good thing. Like, being aro, I know I don’t need a relationship of any kind and, honestly, I’d be happy being single. I was happy being single for a long time. I have no desire for a relationship. But I want to be with you anyway. It doesn’t matter that I don’t feel a particular way for you. I just like you so much and think you’re such a good friend and we have so much fun that I’m happy with you. And I don’t want to stop being with you. You being in Greece isn’t going to change that.” “Guess I never thought of it like that. Kinda sweet actually.” “Plus, y’know, we’re pretty great at sex, right?” “Oh definitely great at it.”

It was much darker by then, the sun hanging low in the sky, but you barely noticed as Ben’s lips met yours, soft and comforting at first though neither of you seemed to want to be the one to stop the kiss. So neither of you did stop it. Instead you both shifted around to make it easier, eventually settling with his knee between your legs, giving you something to rock against as his arms loosened and his hands slid down to cup your arse. You knew you would miss him while he was away. He was your best friend so of course you would. But you weren’t worried. And you hoped you could at least distract Ben from whatever worries he had about it, if not cure them entirely. “It’s getting dark Benny, you wanna move this inside? Think I’m a little low on Vitamin D.”

#my writing #my blurbs #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #if you have anything you want to see from this pairing feel free to submit things #i got 3 requests all from the same person #(Love you L)#as well as having a few of my own ideas #but i'm very very happy to write other things people come up with #and they don't have to be explicitly about her being aro #one of the requests is just straight up smut and im very excited about it #anyway #i wanted to post this one first because #entirely coincidentally #one of the requests fit really really well as a sequel to it #so expect that one tomorrow!#platonically event

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milo-my-beloved · 3 years

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chapter six of stupid things!

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Wylan and Jesper took a cab home, leaving Kaz and Inej to find their own way home and a very disgruntled Matthias to deal with them. They giggled the entire way back to Jesper’s apartment, imagining increasingly ridiculous and complex methods that Nina’s boyfriend might come up with to get the two to go home.

Wylan insists on paying for the taxi, since Jesper had declared that he should stay the night. They tumble through the door, laughing at the possibility of Matthias locking their friends in an aquarium overnight, and collapse onto the couch, Wylan’s head cradled on Jesper’s chest.

“We should get up,” Jesper says, not moving. “Put pajamas on, or something.”

Wylan just snuggles closer to his chest. “Will you put a movie on?”

Jes smiles down at the sleepy man cuddled up to him and runs his hands through his curls. “Sure thing, sunshine. But I’m picking.”

By the time the opening credits of Star Wars have finished, Wylan is quietly snoring against Jesper’s chest. By the time the Death Star explodes, Jesper has followed suit, both of them pressed against each other, only visible thanks to the full moon outside the window.

{o0o}

One of the things Jesper loves the most about Wylan is the mystery that surrounds him. The only person he’s met that is more skilled at dodging questions is Kaz, and that’s half of his personality. Wylan is nowhere near as good at lying, but Jesper doesn’t push it when he clearly doesn’t want to answer a question. With anyone else he might have, but he really doesn’t want to lose the man who he’s grown so attached to.

Maybe Drunk Jesper has made one good decision. But that’s about it.

One of the few things that Jesper has managed to figure out about his boyfriend is that he’s secretly rich, and embarrassed about it. He always wears quality clothes - soft, cashmere jumpers and dress shirts and fancy shoes - and he insists on paying for a lot of things they do together, but he always blushes whenever Jesper teases him for it.

Actually, Wylan blushes quite a lot. It’s one of Jesper’s favourite things about him.

When they wake up on Saturday morning to the sunlight streaming through the window, they’re still packed tightly together. Jesper’s arm is stiff from being curled protectively around Wylan, who has apparently spent the night drooling on Jesper’s shirt.

If it was anyone else, it would be disgusting, but Jesper finds it strangely endearing.

“Morning, sunshine,” he greets, smiling to himself as Wylan yawns and stretches. “How did you sleep?”

He mumbles an unintelligible response against Jesper’s chest before turning and burying his face back into the crook of his arm. Jesper laughs quietly, but he brings his hand up to cup Wylan’s head and gently strokes his hair.

“For all that drool you’ve managed to get on my chest, you’d better plan an excellent date,” Jesper teases, but Wylan doesn’t respond, already fast asleep again.

{o0o}

Wylan has never been a fan of surprises. Everything in his life has always been planned; from his wardrobe to his meals to what he is supposed to be in life. That’s why he messages the group chat on Wednesday with his plans, rather than leaving it as a surprise like everyone else seems so fond of doing.

Wylan: I know what we’re doing on Friday :D

Inej: and you’re gonna tell us???

Wylan: yes :DDD

Kaz: unheard of

Wylan: I got us tickets to the new exhibit at Ketterdam Museum!!!

Jesper: wat

Inej: awesome! what’s it on?

Wylan: fossils, I think :)

Jesper: there better be a gift shop

He smiles to himself, looking down at his phone as he checks the museum website. Huh. There is a gift shop.

{o0o}

Kaz and Inej mention something vague about going to dinner before meeting them at the museum, so Wylan and Jesper make their own way. Wylan calls them a taxi, smiling to himself as Jesper complains about their friends the entire way there.

“All I’m saying is that it’s rude!” he exclaims, flapping his arms about for emphasis. “It’s called a ‘double date’ for a reason, there’s supposed to be two couples there.”

Wylan hums noncommittally.

“If they were just getting a different ride there then I guess I could understand that, but to go out for dinner first? That’s, like, a whole activity that they’re doing without us!”

“You’re here,” the driver interrupts as they pull up to the front of the museum building.

“Thank you,” Wylan says, handing over the money. “And Jes, how about we go out for dinner afterwards? Just us, I mean.”

Jesper pouts as he climbs out the car. “I already ate.”

“I’m sure you can find room,” Wylan replies, rolling his eyes fondly. “Look, there’s Kaz and Inej.”

Sure enough, their two friends are waiting on the steps outside the museum, huddled together with Kaz’s cane propped up beside them. Inej spots them as they start to approach and stands up, waving frantically to catch their attention while Kaz shakes his head at her antics.

Wylan tugs the corner of Jesper’s sleeve, waving back with his other hand. “Come on!”

Jesper rolls his eyes. “Can we just pretend we don’t know them and go get food now?”

“I thought you ate already?”

“Oh, piss off.”

Wylan grins widely when they finally reach them, brandishing the four tickets in front of him like magician asking ‘is this your card?’ Jesper snatches one out of his hand before anyone gets the chance, Kaz and Inej taking theirs in a much more dignified fashion.

For all their excited chatter as they head towards the entrance, Jesper has to admit, a trip to a museum has never been on his list of dream dates. Or vaguely acceptable dates. Or a day out with his friends. At best, he decides, he might have gone on a school field trip, but mostly only to get out of doing much work for a day.

The foyer of the building is impressive, even by his standards, but he still doesn’t feel nearly as excited as Inej or Wylan. (It’s hard to tell what Kaz is feeling at any given moment, but Jesper is fairly sure he has never seen him excited.) It’s only after they hand their tickets over to a kind attendant and round the corner that Jesper stops in his tracks and stares ahead, his mouth wide open.

“Is that… a dinosaur?” he asks, completely rooted to the spot.

No one bothers dignifying his question with a response, all of them too busy staring at the huge creature standing before them. Of course, it is just bones, but there is still something incredible about being so close to an animal that has been dead for millions of years.

Of all of them, Wylan seems to be the least affected.

“It’s the first T-rex to be displayed in Ketterdam for over a hundred years!” he exclaims in a hushed tone, smiling at the awed expressions on his friends’ faces. “I think his name is Titus.”

“Woah,” Inej says, stepping towards it. “It’s huge!”

“Twelve feet tall,” Wylan responds with a smile.

“How come you know so much already?” Kaz asks, his eyes wandering around the rest of the room.

“I booked the tickets, remember. I looked at the website.”

“Kaz!” Inej exclaims, grabbing his gloved hand and pointing across the room with her other hand. “Look, they have an interactive section.”

Even as the other two disappear around a corner, Wylan and Jesper stay rooted to the spot. It takes a few minutes for Jesper to get over his original shock of being face-to-face with a twelve-foot tall dinosaur, but when he does, he practically starts vibrating on the spot.

“Wy, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me we were gonna see actual dinosaurs! This is so freaking cool,” he exclaims, slowly walking around Titus to get a better look at his side.

“I did!” Wylan protests, smiling at the look of awe on Jesper’s face. “I told you the exhibit is on fossils.”

“I thought we were gonna go see a load of musty rocks with weird shapes in them, not a T-rex!”

Wylan just laughs, squeezing Jesper’s hand. “I didn’t know you were such a fan of dinosaurs.”

“Come on, man,” Jesper protests. “Jurassic Park is one of my favourite movies of all time.”

“Hopefully, these ones don’t come to life,” Wylan quips, and Jesper giggles, dragging him around the rest of the exhibit.

{o0o}

After Jesper has read every single piece of information there is to read (in a range of funny voices) to Wylan, and every corner of the museum has been explored, they decide it’s time to call it quits.

“Shall I call a cab?” Kaz asks as they head towards the museum entrance.

“Not for us,” Wylan replies, squeezing Jesper’s hand. “We’re gonna stay out in town for a while longer.”

“Alright,” he says, fishing his phone out of his pocket and stepping away as he calls the taxi company.

Inej smiles at them, bringing them both into a tight hug. “Thanks for organising this, Wylan! I had fun.”

He blushes. “It was my pleasure. I’ll say goodbye to you now, though - I just need the toilet before we go.”

“See you next week,” she replies, squeezing them both tightly before pulling away.

“Bye,” he says, before turning to Jesper. “Go and wait with them - I’ll only be five minutes.”

“Alright,” Jesper replies, kissing the top of his head. “You better not leave me for too long, though. It’s rude to keep your hot date waiting.”

“Is it, now?” Wylan laughs, turning away and hurrying down the corridor. He heads in the right direction until they are out of sight, before doubling back the way he came and darting into the gift shop instead.

It only takes a minute or two of browsing before he grabs what he’s looking for. He takes it to the counter, smiling, rummaging through his jacket for his wallet.

“Is this all, sir?” the lady behind the till asks.

“Yes, thank you. It’s a present for my boyfriend,” he replies, blushing slightly.

She smiles warmly, her eyes crinkling. “That’s so sweet! Here, if it’s a gift, I’ll wrap it up for you.”

Wylan watches as she deftly wraps it in orange wrapping paper, humming to herself as she works. “Thank you.”

He hands over the right amount of kruge as she passes him the wrapped gift, which he slides into his inside pocket.

“I hope he likes it, sweetie.”

“Me too,” he replies, thanking her again as he rushes out the door to meet back up with Jesper.

{o0o}

They end up going to a fish and chip shop and finding a bench in a nearby park to sit on while they eat.

“Wy, these have to be the best chips I’ve ever eaten,” Jesper declares, still chewing.

“I can tell,” Wylan remarks, raising an eyebrow at the (bordering lewd) noises Jesper makes while eating. “Oh, by the way, I got you something.”

Jesper’s head snaps up. “Dessert?”

“No,” Wylan laughs, fishing the small parcel out of his pocket. “I got you a present.”

Jesper swallows the food in his mouth and wipes his greasy hands on his jeans before carefully taking the parcel from Wylan. He unwraps it gently, laughing when he realises what it is.

“So there was a gift shop after all. When did you get this?”

“When I said I needed the loo,” Wylan admits, wringing his hands in his lap.

Jesper turns the fridge magnet over in his hands, running his fingers over the writing. ‘I survived a T-rex encounter!’

“Thank you,” he says, suddenly finding it a little hard to speak. “That’s really nice of you.”

Wylan shrugs. “It was like, five kruge. You don’t have to thank me.”

Jesper laughs, blinking away the wetness in his eyes as he leans over to whisper something in Wylan’s ear. “I have to tell you a secret though.”

Wylan frowns. “What?”

Jesper smiles down at him. “I don’t have a fridge,” he admits, giggling.

“Wha- how do you not have a fridge?”

He shrugs. “Jesper skills. Now shut up and kiss me.”

Wylan is more than happy to oblige.

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dansnaturepictures · 4 years

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29/03/2021-Monday off: Part 3 of 3-The wildlife photos and story of my second stint at Lakeside: 10 more different pictures in this photoset to those I tweeted tonight

The Peacock was still flitting around on the path when I arrived back at Lakeside. I then went through the southern fenced off nature reserve area taking the first picture in this photoset a macro one of blossom and bee nearby. As I reached the woods in this area it was like stepping through the wardrobe into Narnia going through a little path into the woods as I was enchanted once more to see the gorgeous snake’s-head fritillaries on the woodland floor which I was captivated to see last Tuesday. With me based at home for work still although I was off today and am tomorrow everything is happening at a great volume still so if I see particular wildlife and photograph it at Lakeside I am likely to do it again on subsequent walks so I could not resist another bite of the snake’s-head fritillary cherry and seeing them is the sweetest of fruits. It was smashing to take in these endlessly beautiful flowers again today. I just stood and took them in for a bit, I would like to revise my statement last week saying there were around 20 of them as its more like 40. I felt so very lucky to be able to take alongside other ones I tweeted the second and third pictures in this photoset of them I got some unique angles to last week and previous years I thought. I took the fourth picture in this photoset looking up as I walked on. In this field I would go on to see a Chiffchaff my first at Lakeside this spring after hearing my first hear last week it was a year tick elsewhere in January.

In the glorious and warm afternoon sunshine I carried on and was delighted to see the Kestrel from earlier hovering high above Concorde lake where I focused my attentions of the second slot of time at Lakeside. It of course wasn’t actually over the lake as they’re not aquatic birds of prey but over the meadow area beside it but I’d still never seen a Kestrel over this bit of the country park before whilst I have seen Buzzard there before so this was interesting. I saw it flying off above me later on too. I walked around Concorde lake to look more at the famous Great Crested Grebe pair which are currently courting. Walking under trees around the lake I heard a Chiffchaff again and I got a brilliant view of a Chaffinch among green buds. I took the fifth picture in this photoset of a Greylag Goose very closely on Concorde lake it was a pleasure to see the beautiful Greylag Geese very closely around this lake again today.

I then had a little look in the woods in an area that has a big bench and here I caught sight of another butterfly flying, the beautiful orange Comma as it came towards me. I saw it and was so thrilled to see it, my first of the year. It was my fourth earliest ever sighting of a Comma a butterfly I have certainly had to wait to see at times in years so it felt really good to get this one seen. My fourth butterfly species seen this year. Greeted by the delightful call of a Robin I walked on.

Here I took the valuable time I wouldn’t have much of on a work lunch break to stand and watch from a fishing jetty the Great Crested Grebe pair. I was so happy to once again this year see them doing the little bits of courtship if not the whole iconic display. This included them swimming towards each other and erecting their necks and facing each other which made me feel very excited mostly out of anticipation. I enjoyed seeing one of them building a bit of a nest too. It was so beautiful and stunning to see these birds and take in this behaviour and also be so close to them and be able to take them in so intimately it really was a stunning wild moment and I felt supremely connected to nature with one of my very favourite species which I have loved seeing here for so many years and is such an important part of my journey with this species and birdwatching and this hobby generally as I have said before. I am so excited for the rest of the journey with these birds this year it did feel me with glee seeing these today. I took the sixth picture in this photoset of the grebes among others. The grebes and the snake’s-head fritillaries were the stars of lunch breaks last week I quite wanted to see again on these days off here and I loved seeing both of them again so much. As I stood on this jetty I was happy to notice a Moorhen’s nest right beside me most of the other usual water birds here are nesting nicely again and two more Greylag Geese walked right beside me and went into the lake another nicely connected moment.

As I walked on it became a truly brilliant day of flowers as I saw the grass beside the lake adorned by a spring time favourites the cowslips I recalled seeing them when I did the snake’s-head fritillaries a year ago today so I wondered when I might see them again. The grass was brimming with their delicate yellow and greenness. I took the seventh picture in this photoset of these. As I walked on back to the area I’d seen both Peacock and Brimstone I re-acquainted myself with some periwinkle I’d noticed here on the dog walk. It was great to see a lot of it among greenery, a flower I’d only learnt this year in a flower bed at Lakeside just over a week ago the flower bed by the visitor centre these were in more wild settings today. Here also I was over the moon to spot a flower I’ve long since known when I saw my all important first bluebells of the year one or two which I tweeted a picture of, they looked so pretty and I liked seeing them. I walked on to behind the steam railway station and took a macro picture of the sea of daffodils on a verge there. I got a top view of a Wren just further on and some more lesser celandine.

As I reached the area I know as Marbled White meadow my strong butterfly day too went up a notch. By this point I was really after another year first today, the all important first butterfly picture taken with my macro lens this year. Peacock was looking the more likely to do it with a few were landing and I did manage it with the ninth picture in this photoset. I didn’t get as close as I would have liked to be able to take the macro picture right up close, but I managed this one. The butterfly flew up as I was leaning in trying to take a picture of it and it flew up. I worried I had scared it away but I saw its shadow on the grass as it flew. I looked up and there it was battling with another, its presence had got the original one up most probably. A great bit of behaviour and I loved walking through the meadow area with it adorned by blossom in a big way I was stunned to take in so much blossom as it almost blocked out the bright gorse with its own brightness. Then I made my way back studying the blossom surrounding the allotments where I had seen a Small Tortoiseshell a couple of years ago one I needed to see too but I didn’t see one. I did however see another Peacock which I got a macro photo of which I tweeted. There was then a sweet cameo from one of my favourite butterflies the Red Admiral I was very happy to see and get a macro picture probably better than any of the Peacocks for me as I tweeted. This represented the always very interesting and something you can only do at one stage in a year moment with the amount of butterfly species on the wing going up form here on in in a spring where I see 100% of the butterfly species I have yet seen this year in one day so I loved seeing my 2021 quartet all today.

A fantastic day for my macro lens was further added to as with it being early season so the butterflies more flighty they are emerging in another patch of quite warm weather and very sunny. So these both settled on blossom higher up than me and I was not immediately on top of them like you’d want with macro but I had to stretch my arm out with my camera and just about look through the viewfinder at a distance to take the picture. So I sort of thought ah they’ll be record shots but I was more pleased with them than that I would say. I took the tenth and final picture in this photoset of more top flowers seen lately and today speedwell and daisy together on the green out the front on the way back.

Wildlife Sightings Summary for the whole of today: My first Comma butterfly of the year, one of my favourite butterflies the Red Admiral, one of my favourite birds the Great Crested Grebe, Peacock, Brimstone, lots of nice bees, Mallard, Tufted Duck, Greylag Goose, Canada Goose, Coot, Moorhen, Lesser Black-backed Gull, Black-headed Gull, Herring Gull, Kestrel, Woodpigeon, Collared Dove, Starling, Goldfinch, House Sparrow, Blue Tit, Long-tailed Tit, Chaffinch, Chiffchaff, Wren, Robin and I heard another of my favourite birds the Green Woodpecker, one of my favourite songsters the Song Thrush, Great Tit and possibly the Ring-necked Parakeets too. I don’t usually include flowers in the wildlife sightings summary flowers are something I’ve got into lately and I’ve just never really thought to do it. With how many I saw today and notable ones I shall include them for today though. My first ever snowflake, one of my favourite flowers the snake’s-head fritillaries, my first cowslip and bluebell of the year, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, less celandine, speedwell and violets.

Well today was one of my days of the year and one of my best days ever for photos and wildlife especially in spring. I took so many pictures my macro lens in particular with a big shift today and enjoyed my time outside and at home truly so much. A perfect spring day which I got a lot out of. In particular it was a wonderful day for seeing things I have done in spring in recent weeks at Lakeside again valuable chances to do this, as well as seen so much for the first time this year so I really enjoyed today. It should be another packed one tomorrow too I think. Thanks for all your support for my photos and experiences today. It was two really athletic walks a lot of time on my feet on a day COVID restrictions lifted slightly with an emphasis on getting outdoors and active where we can safely and so much seen and done I feel so positively tired right now. I hope you are all safe and well.

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90s-belladonna · 5 years

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I loved reading hawks with a reader who haves an angel quirk, i just wonder if you can make another one? I just want to know how it end and if there will be a happy ending or not im so curious

part 3 to the Hawks x winged reader saga (?) , I suggest reading Angel (1) & Two Broken Birds (2) Before this so you aren’t too confused🖤

Fallen Angels: Hawks x Fem!Reader

She didn’t know, how could she,Keigo knew it would break her to find out her hero had fallen from grace and joined the forces he was meant to take down, or so he thought. Ever since the accident from a month ago he started treating her as frail, like she was a precious gem that had to gently be held and protected fiercely, in his grief he forgot of the dangerous determination that made him fall for her in the first place. He forgot not to underestimate, a livid woman with little to nothing left to lose, nothing except him.

She was all about moving on from the situation, from the trauma she’d endured, that is... until she found out about what happened to her child, how she lost them before she even got a chance to meet them, and that’s when she lost her calm demeanor. Unbeknownst to the winged hero his princess had gone full blown evil queen, and rightfully so. She spent her time researching, trying to find those responsible for what happened so she could make them pay. Whenever he’d ask why she was always on her laptop her answer would be “just online shopping for clothes without wing slots, I have an entire wardrobe to replace.” As to not worry him.

Her recovery time off from work was soon coming to a close and she’d made little to no progress in finding the monsters who hurt her and her family, and if she was being honest it irked her to no end. No. They won’t get away with it. They can’t. she wasn’t yet aware that Keigo had handled that for her, he didn’t think she’d understand. Despite that he did notice her being distant and doing ungodly amounts of research, he didn’t know what for so his mind immediately went to the most realistic worst case scenario. “I- I understand if you d- don’t want to work with me a- anymore.” He sputtered as they ate dinner together. (Name) couldn’t help but look up to meet his hurt filled golden brown eyes. “Why would you say that kei?” She pondered, he voice breaking a bit. after everything is this his way of trying to end things?

“you’ve been distant lately, researching, yeah I can tell it’s not just online shopping. And, I guess I wouldn’t be surprised if you saw me as the reason why this happened, if you blamed me. I just, I don’t want to force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I love you so much (name) and I can’t stand hurting you in any capacity.” He finally admitted, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Her body couldn’t help but tremble at the sight of a crying Keigo, the usual sparkle in his eyes was gone. “Keigo are you kidding? I love my job, and I love you! I can’t just stop existing because of some assholes.” she retorted as she got up from her seat and walked over to him. Part of her was being honest, but the other part knew she had to teach those monsters a lesson for what they did, for what they took from her, from them.

“you’re shaking sunshine.” He whispered against her chest as he began to pat her lower back in an effort to calm her down a bit. “It’s okay, I’ll be okay. Just hold me please.” She pleaded as tears raced down her cheeks. She felt utterly stuck. “Anything for you angel.” He whispered once more as he tightened his grip around her, silently hoping they could put the horrific events behind them, and maybe someday work themselves back up to possibly starting a family again. It felt odd to him though, maybe it was because they had both decided not the have a funeral of sorts for their lost child since neither of them originally knew it even existed, but even then he knew that wasn’t it, it was like something was holding him back from moving on completely he just couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

The following week was (name)’s return to work, she was surprisingly ready to face the day, Keigo on the other hand couldn’t have been more nervous. what if some insensitive fuck asks about why her wings are missing? The kidnapping was kept away from the media, and the people at work only know limited details about the situation, but there’s definitely no hiding her fucking wings suddenly being gone. his thoughts ran wild with possible worst case scenarios playing in his head over and over again, only ever breaking from his anxiety fueled thoughts when he noticed (name) heading to the shower. He was in awe at how normal she made everything seem, how relaxed she acted despite everything going on. I wish I had half your strength my love. As he layed back down in bed he couldn’t help but note (name)’s half open laptop next to him, so he decided to snoop and check out all the clothes she’d been looking at. she’s only bought some new stuff, but she deserves to have everything she’s looked at for this past month. Especially after everything that’s happened. and with hopes of surprising his beloved he began to search through her history, only to find most of it was her trying to find the people who clipped her wings, broke her bones, and caused her to lose their child. oh cherub. he knew it was time to come clean, whether he wanted to or not, this information he was keeping from her... it was hurting her.

All throughout the day he danced around the topic and tried to keep everything light hearted, at least until they got back home. She insisted on cooking, said she wanted to get back into the swing of things and thank him for how well he took care of her in her darkest hour, but he knew better, he knew she was going mad due to coming up empty in her endless search for those who hurt her, he knew she just needed a quick distraction. “Food smells great babe.” The blonde chirps as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s waist from behind, something he couldn’t really do before due to her large wings. “All food smells great to you Kei, you’re a bit of a glutton babe.” She teased before pecking his cheek. “I have been known to love food, I won’t deny it.” He joked back in an innocent tone. damn it Keigo get it together and say what you need to say.

“Babe.” He spoke up in a more serious tone as he tightened his grip around her, almost as if he was afraid to lose her, and with what was about to come out of his mouth in the following minutes, he wouldn’t be surprised if he did. “Yes you goof?” She teased after giving his nose a quick peck. “I have to tell you something, I- I probably shouldn’t have kept this from you in the first place but, I have to be honest with you.” He stammered, avoiding eye contact with her at all costs. Her on the other hand, her heart was beating at an accelerated rate and the goosebumps on her skin were about ready to rise. “What is it Keigo?” She wondered, already expecting the worst.

The winged hero took a deep breath before finally feeding up. “I- I killed them.” He said with a gulp. “That day when you were at the hospital, I told you I was catching up on missed sleep, b-but really... the paranormal liberation front they umm, they found them and they offered to let me deal with them and as much as I knew you’d be against it... I just couldn’t let them go free. They had to pay. I understand if you ha-“ the last thing the blonde expected was for (name) to shut him up with a kiss, a slap maybe, but a kiss... that didn’t even make his list of possibilities of things that could happen after he told her the truth. The kiss was short, but it got the point across. “I’m sorry Kei. I’m sorry you had to do that for me. You don’t deserve to get your hands dirty, not for me.” She informed him as she rested her forehead against his. “I’d do anything for you (name) never doubt it. I won’t let any harm come to you, not now, not ever.” He promised.

Soon she began to process the weight of his action and what accepting help from the paranormal liberation front meant for them going forward. “You know I love you above anything else, and I’ll follow you through whatever path you choose in life.” She whispered to him as she began to scratch his scalp, an action she knew helped relax him. “Really? Any path?” He wondered out loud, he knew she understood they were being watched through the surveillance equipment the paranormal liberation front installed on his wings, he also knew she meant exactly what she said, he just needed that reassurance to truly ground himself back to earth. “Through thick and thin babe. I’m with you.” She clarified before pecking his cheek.

The following year they were married, and in three years time they grew their family like they had always wanted to. Twins, a boy and a girl. The girl, Yura Takami had her father’s quirk, the one exception being her wings were white, much like her mother’s wings had been once upon a time. The boy, Helia Takami, had his mother’s healing quirk, angel wings and all, with the exception that his were a vibrant vermillion like his father’s, yet his eyes still glowed white whenever he healed someone, much like his mother’s did. Both the twins had her skin tone and hair but their eyes and facial features were all Keigo, even their personalities resembled their father’s. Their life as a family was calm, well as calm as having a top ranking pro hero in the family could be. Despite the paranormal liberation front’s mission failing they still fought by their side valiantly, the hero commission never really found out their prized hero had switched sides, which turned out fortunately for Keigo since it meant he and (name) didn’t suffer any consequences. They healed from the trauma that had befallen them a few years back, but some nights she still had nightmares about the torture she endured, thankfully she had Keigo to hold her tight and bring her back to reality whenever she needed him. She would always have him, her hero.

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foxsoulcourt · 5 years

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May I have a couple Multichapter Andriel fic recs? They can be WIPs or completed, but maybe if they’re not done then have them be at most 3 chapters away from completion? Thanks so much! :)

Hi Nonny!How sweet of you to ask me for fic recs. I had to stop at 6 but I could have gone on for DAYS I TELL YOU, D A Y S!

One important caveat:

As you read, or at the end, I expect you to leave complimentary comments for these wonderful authors. Most of them are friends + I know how much they appreciate seeing the impact their words have on people like us. Make them short! Use keysmashes or emojis! Be sassy! Just be like Nike + DO IT!

Surreal But Nice by @fuzzballsheltiepants, @gluupor + @annawrites (moonix on AO3), both the fic here or the Podficast here (T, 30k, 2 more chapters left!! )This Notting Hill mash-up collaboration by 3 magicians is so.much.fun. Well, except for the most recent 2 chapters. If you don’t like sad cliffhangers, you might want to wait until Sun 29 Mar to start it.Andrew’s quiet life as the owner of an independent, cat-enriched bookstore in the heart of San Francisco’s hills is thrown into turmoil when Famous Actor Neil Josten stumbles into his shop. They argue their way through Andrew’s literary recommendations and into each other’s hearts. But even as Neil is adopted into Andrew’s family - feline and human alike - they struggle to find a way to reconcile their vastly different lives.

you used to call me on my cell phone by OneSweetMelody @thepalmtoptiger (T, 20k, 2018/19) - I love this story so much I could go steady with it. Using hand motions to indicate which character is speaking, I’ve read a lot of this out loud to ¾ of my family. I recommend you pick some people you’re quarantined with + do the same. It doesn’t really matter if they know AFTG or not!a wrong # au where Neil + Andrew start out snarky and slowly move towards friends.

Piper Minyard-Josten: kid au by OrdinaryVegan / @pastelanxiete (G, 7824 words, 2017) - I love seeing what qualities of Andrew + Neil rise to the surface when they are called to parent a smaller human. I love Piper.Andrew and Neil have a daughter, and she is an actual ray of sunshine.

Trust Fall (and Welcoming Arms) by @spanglebangle (E, 85k, 2017) - This is one the foundational works in my AFTG fanfic library. Everyone has their own “4th book of canon”; this is one of mine.Life goes on after the Foxes win the championship, and for Andrew and Neil it’s uncharted territory with only each other for guides. Maybe it’s time to put away some of those hard edges, and learn how to touch more softly, and speak more honestly. And if they falter, they have their family to help them get back on their feet.

it suits you by @lolainslackss (M, 14k, 2018) - OMG I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIC. That’s all I’ll say. Go read it.Andrew Minyard is killing time working at his cousin’s central London suit shop as a personal stylist. One day, Neil Hatford, an Olympic athlete in desperate need of a new wardrobe, walks through the door. That’s when everything changes.

Calling Me Back Once Again by @fuzzballsheltiepants (E, 12k, 2018) - This is one of my comfort fics; I can’t count how many times I’ve read it. I love the story, feel for Andrew while he waits + I A D O R E the OCs!On Christmas Eve morning, Neil decided to go for a little ski near their ski lodge. An unexpected blizzard hits, leaving it up to the local search and rescue team to find him. Meanwhile, all Andrew can do is wait.

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consult either @aftgficrec or @aftgficlibrary

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fic-for-fic-sake · 5 years

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Sometimes it’s the outfit

A/N: Whenever I wear this outfit I am always feeling myself which is a kick ass feeling so I figured hey, why not write about it. Also while we’re all in self quarantine because of coronavirus I was like hey let’s write something that doesn’t remind us of that.

Warning: Very minimal plot, mostly smut, NSFW, 18+ only

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Spring had finally sprung which meant one thing for you, wardrobe change. Thank God. You liked winter for about the first month and then you had your fill and anxiously waited for the weather to turn warm again. Spring had absolutely everything going for it, flowers blooming, the world waking up, and your favorite clothes on your body once again.

You rifled through your closet, seeing what you could wear to mark this momentous occasion. You weren’t sure if it was quite warm enough for dresses, and you definitely didn’t want to wear jeans and a t-shirt, no this required one of your favorite outfits. Your one piece black and white striped jumpsuit, with the cute little tie on the front and a very generous neckline. Throwing on some white sneakers you were ready to go. Go where, you weren’t sure yet, you just wanted to soak in the sunshine.

You were leaving your room, sunglasses in hand when you heard a voice calling to you from the opposite side of the hallway.

“Hey Bucky.” You replied, meeting the super soldier halfway. You greeted him with a light hug before you continued on your way, but he grabbed your wrist to stop your movements.

“Where’s the fire doll?” He questioned, thick Brooklyn accent lacing through his words. He had just gotten done his workout, his black shirt clung generously to his body and his workout shorts left very little to the imagination. You let your eyes linger for a fraction of a second before you stared back into his blue orbs, that were eyeing you curiously.

“It’s a beautiful day out Barnes, can’t let it go to waste.” You quipped back, before turning and leaving him to his own devices, throwing a wave over your shoulder.

You spent the whole day outside, soaking in the sunshine and getting some much needed Vitamin D. You admired the white almond blossoms, already in bloom around the compound, went to the lake to listen to the birds and ducks before you made your way back to the compound, sun-sated and happy.

You walked inside and found Bucky reading on the couch in the common area on the floor of both your and his apartments.

“How was the marvelous outdoors?” He questioned, not bothering to put his book down as he tossed the comment over his shoulder.

“Revitalizing. Thank you very much.” You replied quickly, walking around to the opposite side of the couch to stand in front of him. He dropped his book and eyed you suspiciously. You appreciated how his eyes raked over your form, and noticed when they stopped to trace the collar of your shirt down past your cleavage. “See somethin’ you like Barnes?” You asked, placing your hands on your hips and cocking your head slightly.

“What has gotten into you recently? You’re so...different.” Bucky proclaimed, spreading his thighs with a hint of invitation as he placed both of his arms on the back of the couch, spreading out entirely. You noticed the way his thighs stretched out the black jeans he wore and you had an idea.

Before you could change your mind you walked towards him and crawled into his lap, straddling him. You looped your arms around the back of his neck and leaned down so your face was level with his.

“What do you mean?” You whispered into the shared space between the two of you. The environment was becoming electric with the tension radiating from the both of you. He took his hands off the back of the couch and wound them around your waist, pulling you closer to him, as you gently ground your clothed core over his growing erection, he let out a harsh gasp and his pupils dilated with lust.

He began to trail kisses up the column of your throat until he reached your jaw, then he made his way so that his mouth was mere millimeters from your ear, “I think you know exactly what I mean.” He husked, gently grazing your lobe with his teeth.

In response, you pressed yourself down against his length once more, more urgent this time. He took that as a cue to wrap his metal arm around the back of your neck and bring your lips to his for a blistering kiss. Your hands found themselves planted firmly in his black locks as you deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth. His teeth pulled your lower lip into his mouth and you panted a response, begging him to continue the sweet torture.

His lips were on yours again and his tongue scorched your mouth, pleading with you to open up for him. Your lips accepted him and your tongues danced together, exploring what the other had to offer. Every noise your mouth made he happily swallowed with his.

“God you make the fuckin’ prettiest noises doll.” He rasped, trailing kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone. You arched into him, offering more and more for him to take. Your hips ground against his and he placed a hand on your hip, guiding your movements, thrusting his own hips up into you.

You slowly began to peel the straps of your jumpsuit from your body, giving Bucky access to your bra clad chest. He hastily reached behind you and unclasped your bra before he sat back and admired his handiwork. You were perched on his lap, breathing labored and lips kiss bruised, hair mused and a flush across your cheeks. The perfect picture of seduction. He slowly trailed his hands up your naked chest until his hands, both hot and cold, palmed the globes of your breast. You arched for him as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, working them to stiff peaks.

“Fuck Bucky, please don’t stop.” You moaned, hips moving of their own accord now, desperate for some sort of release, the pressure build up was burning in the most delicious ways.

“Wouldn’t dream of it doll.” He quipped back, his pupils black and lust blown, so only a thin layer of blue iris remained. He gave you a salacious wink before he dived in on your left breast, your right one still subject to his teasing torture. You gasped as his teeth pulled on your hard nipple and then his tongue soothed the pain away. You grabbed his head, pushing him closer to you, begging him to keep going.

He continued pulling a string of lewd curses and moans out of your mouth before you pulled his lips up to connect with yours once more.

“Take me to bed Buck.” You breathed out between kisses.

“Your wish is my command sweetheart.” He responded darkly, effortlessly lifting you up in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he led you down the hallway to his room. No sooner were you in his room than he had your body expertly pinned against the now shut door.

Gently, he propped you up back on your feet before hooking his hands into your bodysuit and pulling it off the rest of the way, along with your underwear. You stepped out of the outfit and tossed your sneakers aside before he continued his assault. He got down on his knees and began to worship your right leg. Trailing kisses along your calf muscle before swiftly pulling your leg up and hiking it over his shoulder, giving him a beautiful view of your dripping core.

“God doll, you’re so wet. This all for me?” He teased as he planted heated kisses along the inside of your thigh, nipping and sucking his way up to where you needed him most. You were a moaning and panting mess above him, holding onto his head to steady yourself. He brought his flesh hand up and trailed a teasing finger along your sopping wet folds. His intense blue eyes met yours, “I need an answer hon.”

“Yes Bucky, it’s all for you, fuck.” You replied hastily, head cloudy with lust and desire. Saying anything to get him to where you needed him to be. He smiled at your response before he licked a long stripe up your slit and you felt your knees buckle in response, struggling to keep you upright. Bucky’s tongue expertly parted your folds as he delved in to taste you like you were his salvation. The obscene slurping noises that followed were enough for your eyes to roll to the back of your head and for you to sing Bucky’s praises.

“You taste so fuckin’ good baby. Better than anything I’ve ever had.” He said lustfully, as his nose hit your bundle of nerves. He chuckled at your reaction as he sank first one and then two fingers into your dripping cunt. “Fuck you’re tight. Gotta stretch you out good, make sure you can take me.”

“Fuck Bucky please, I need you.” You pleaded as you felt his fingers move inside of you, curling until they found your sweet spot and then attacking it relentlessly. Your body shook with desire as every nerve ending in your body felt like it was on fire.

“What do you need doll? Be a good girl and use your words.”

“Your mouth, please Bucky.” You begged, carding your fingers into his hair, holding on for dear life against his assault.

“Since you asked nicely.” He replied before he latched his mouth to your clit, sucking harshly. You let out a scream that you’re not entirely sure belonged to your own body before you combusted, coming onto Bucky’s fingers and into his awaiting mouth. Your body went slack against the hardwood of the door and you were faintly aware of Bucky’s strong arms carrying you over to his bed before laying you down and crawling on top of you.

He lazily kissed your mouth as he nudged your thighs apart with his knee, preparing you for him. You wound you legs around his hips as the tip of his cock nudged against your entrance. With a sigh he slipped into you easily, not stopping until every glorious inch of him was inside of you. He waited for you to adjust to his length wonderfully stretching and filling you.

“How’s that baby? How do you like my cock?” Bucky breathed into your ear, his head rested nest to yours, clearly waiting to move.

“Fuck you feel so good, please fuck me.” You pleaded. You would’ve been annoyed with how desperate you sounded but you needed him to fuck you so badly. You could feel the heat pool within you once more and the coil in your stomach tighten, you needed your release more than anything and you knew only Bucky could provide it.

Bucky pulled out of you almost all the way, agonizingly slow, before he slammed into you again with a sigh. He moved fast and you met each snap of his hips with eager thrusts of your own. The profanities spewing from your mouth were unheard of as Bucky sucked a harsh mark into your shoulder, muffling his own cries of pleasure.

“Fuck, Bucky, I’m close.” You panted out, meeting his uneven thrusts, meaning he was close too.

“Me too sweetheart, come with me.” He commanded and the coil within you snapped for the second time that day. You came around him harshly as your nails dug into his back, leaving angry red marks in their trail. You felt Bucky come inside of you, chasing his own release. His harsh pants turned slower and steadier as he eased himself out of you and lay down next to you on the bed.

“That was…” You started, at a loss for words. Bucky grabbed your face in his hands and planted a hungry kiss on your lips, breaking your train of thought.

“Fucking mindblowing.” He finished your thought for you. “Wear that outfit more often.” He commented into your hair and you smiled, if wearing that outfit would mean Bucky would fuck you like that more often then you weren’t sure you would ever wear anything else.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #mcu fanfic #bucky fanart #bucky oneshot

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multixgods-blog · 6 years

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Dorothy’s Look 01 - Beach Party

#walking on sunshine {wardrobe d.}#reckolooks

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fenharel-archived · 4 years

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tagged by @noonvvraith, thank you :D💜 tagging, for both or one of them, whatever u feel like doing :D @thalasians @catacomb-chaos @aloths @cireael @dorianpavus @ladywolfsmal and u!

AESTHETIC TAG GAME

THIS OR THAT

[ I ] wind or rain // closed curtains or open window // bumblebees or butterflies // banana bread or cheesecake // tulips or roses // lemon & honey or apple & cinnamon // hillside cottage or city apartment // warm or cool // book or video game // organized bullet journal or cluttered sketchbook // smoothie or milkshake // sunshine or moonlight // relaxing or productivity // holding hands or back hugs // sunset at the beach or stargazing in a field // poetry or prose // candle or diffuser // longing for the past or longing for the future // vocals or instrumentals // snowy mountain or rolling green hill

[ II ] ancient or modern / bitter or sweet / chocolate or vanilla / coffee or tea / create or destroy / day or night / early bird or night owl / freckles or dimples / gold or silver / Greek mythology or Egyptian mythology / macarons or eclairs / hot or cold / thunder or lightning / typewritten or handwritten / secret garden or secret library / spicy or mild / dark magic or light magic / virtue or vice / ocean or desert / mermaids or sirens / known or unknown / rough or smooth / moon or stars / rain or snow

#personal #game: choose; me: i cant read sry

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girlgrouptrash101 · 5 years

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Dating Poly!WheeSun

Request: “Could you do a Dating Poly!WheeSun? Female reader here”

A/N: Two vocal queens in one post, what more could you want 🤩

Expect to be like :D every day for the rest of your life now that you’re dating these two sunshines

There will not be a day that goes by where they don’t text you reminding you how much they love you and how appreciated you are

it’s their goal in life to make sure that you’re never upset, and they can always tell when you're down

and it becomes their mission to cheer you up no matter what they do

and you do the same for them, making sure that they're looked after during their busy schedules because sometimes it gets too much to handle

but you’re always there to pick up the pieces and they love you for it

Wheein is that cutie that leaves little post-it notes with compliments and smiley faces for you and Yongsun to find when you’re walking around the house

Yongsun always looks after you two whenever she can, and she always cooks you food to make sure you’re eating well

Wine nights where you stay at home and get drunk and make out lmao

Wheein’s “I only make drinks for pretty girls,” while she serves you and Solar her specially made cocktails

sometimes Hyejin and Moonbyul join you for drinks, and it turns into one big drunk mess where you play board games and they bitch about everyone in the industry

super duper cuddly duo, Wheepup loves squishing into the middle of you two

and when she’s not Solar is lying on top of you two while you play with her hair and tease her from above

getting the urge throughout the day to poke Wheein’s dimple whenever she smiles

two of the best laughs in the world!!! Wheein’s giggle and Solar’s dolphin laugh literally save lives lbr

Want to raise pets together for sure

and you three would talk about it so seriously like “Hmm what college should we send our puppy to?”

stealing each other’s clothes all the time like you have no idea who owns what in your wardrobe

but you don’t mind at all because your girlies look so cute in your oversized sweaters

After convincing Yongsun to get her first tattoo, you turned it into a couple thing and all got matching hearts on your wrists

You always get the pleasure of going to their performances, and your girls never disappoint, they’re so talented and it just makes you feel so proud to see them up there on stage doing what they love

plus all the fun times you’ve had messing around in their practice room when the other two have gone home

you turn on your favourite songs and dance around until you’re all worn out and then RBB staff are like... please go home now

dates to evening markets where you stop off for ice cream and walk hand in hand down the streets, looking at all the pretty stalls laid out

you have a mini plushy collection that’s steadily growing in your house because you always end up buying them when you go out with the girls

dude imagine these goddesses singing to you... holy shit

just when you’re drifting off to sleep and they’re singing to you, their perfect harmonies lulling you as your eyelids gently close and you float off to dreamland

but that also comes with its challenges, such as stopping your girlfriends from passing out during a high note battle in your living room

You also will NEVER have storage on your phone because Yong and Wheein always look so good that you feel the need to take 8345 photos of them every single day

changing your lock screen every single day because you can never pick just one photo of your girls and stick with it

softest date nights filled with hot chocolate, snacks, and small smiles between each soft kiss

watching Wheein paint while you cuddle with Yongsun, both of you watching your baby be so talented and artistic

NOSE KISSES, FOREHEAD KISSES, HAND KISSES, ALL THE KISSES

just two big softies, nothing to see here ma’am

NSFW From Here:

Damn ma, two of the hottest girls when it comes down to it I swear

From Solar ripping her shirt in half to Wheein’s intense ass eye contact during performances god damn

Yongsun always feels the need to send nudes and videos into your group chat like every single day someone stop this woman

Solar likes to top sometimes, but when she doesn’t she can turn into a pillow princess who expects to be looked after by you and Wheein for the whole night

but when she’s in the mood, she’ll have you and Wheein on your knees, listening to every word that comes out of her mouth obediently

always up for trying new things

Wheein 100% giggles when she comes like wbk sis

shower sex is their favourite

both of them just find it so hot, and when you bought your first apartment they jumped for the first one with a big shower, and you knew what they had in mind immediately lmao

Yong really don’t give a shit about where y’all do it, she’s probably fingered you and Wheein in the back of a taxi on multiple occasions

dealing with Byul and Hyejin’s nosy gay asses

watching them perform on stage at their concerts and barely containing yourself as they dance all over each other for everyone to see

but you’re the lucky one, you get to take them home afterwards

Wheein likes tits - change my mind, you can’t

Waking up in the morning with hickeys alll over your skin like bruh can these two chill

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namluve · 5 years

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chapter 1: soul twins

It seemed like fate was not on either of your sides that night as the shooting star passed right above the both of you when you both unintentionally wished your wish. Fate decided to play a trick.

paring: Min Yoongi x Reader

genre: body swap!AU, rapper Agust D, a lot of crack! and funny moments (lowkey comedy with angst)

warnings: reader not feeling like herself (because of the body swap), self-consciousness, anxiety

word count: 4K

note: one day I thought “what if I woke up in yoongi’s girlfriends body” and this is the result!

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Waking up you felt refreshed as the sun creped through the window. Since you drank quite heavily last night you thought you would wake up with a hangover but, once again, fate was on your side you thought. As you lazily opened your eyes you would not really recognize where you were. It was a bedroom with grey walls and big windows with a balcony. You remembered you had gotten home last night so why were you in someone else’s bedroom? You sat up, panic rushing over you and you heard someone grunt on the other side of the bed.

“What time is it?” The person next to you asked and you looked at him. It was the rapper Agust D. Confused you looked at the clock on the nightstand and replied to him.

“9 am” Grunting he took his arm around your body and pulled you close to him.

“Let’s sleep just a little more” With that you closed your eyes, realizing it was a dream. You thought you saw Min Yoongi at the restaurant last night so that must be the reason you were dreaming of him. He was so warm and comforting you could not help but to scoot closer to him and embrace him. If it was all a dream you could at least get as much out of it as possible, right?

The next time you woke up you found yourself surprised to still be in the same bed, but this time without Min Yoongi. Maybe you went home to someone last night after all? Maybe that person weirdly looked like him? Sitting up you stretched your arms up and let out a yawn. You needed to figure out how to get out of the house as quickly as possible. Your eyes began searching the floor for your clothes, but they were nowhere to be seen. All you had on you was a satin pyjama’s that you did not recognize as you looked down. The more you looked at yourself, the more you didn’t recognize your body. Your arms felt longer, hips smaller, thighs not quite the same. A perfect tan on your body. Your hair was long and black. You had to find a mirror you thought to yourself. Standing up you made your way over to the mirror in the corner in the room. What you saw shocked you. You were not you, although you weirdly recognized the person in front of you, it was not you. Panicked you tried to find any clothes you could change to and get out of here. You heard singing further away, outside of the bedroom and you started panicking even more. Were you going absolutely insane?

Opening the wardrobe, you found a sweater among many dresses and a pair of jeans and decided to go with that. In a drawer you found underwear and you quickly changed into everything. Looking yourself in the mirror one last time, not recognizing your face or body one bit you took a deep breath closing your eyes. Someone must have drugged you last night, right? All you were doing right now was hallucinating. So, all you had to do was get home.

Walking outside the bedroom you got out in a hall, doors left and right and at the end of it was a kitchen where the humming and singing came from. You tried to sneak closer as quiet as possible. As soon as you stepped inside the kitchen you saw him. Min Yoongi, cooking pancakes on the stove. You stayed still for a while just watching him. Confused and slightly panicked he would find you as an intruder or anything. Did he drug you last night? Is he just a part of your hallucination? I mean, you did see him with the bed with you earlier. As he turned around, he smiled at you.

“Good morning sunshine” Looking at him confused you soon realized he was referring to you. Okay you though, at least you were not an uninvited guest.

“Why do you look so blue? Come on, sit down and have some pancakes that I made for us” He went over to you and took your hand in his, dragging you towards the kitchen table. Pulling out a chair for you, you hesitantly sat down on it. If this was a serial killer situation you knew it was best to comply to whatever they wanted you to do. That way, you would live longer. Oh God, what if you were drugged, kidnapped and was about to be killed? On the inside you were panicking, on the outside you gave him a weak smile as he put down a plate of pancakes for you. He sat down in front of you with his own plate and started pouring maple syrup on his pancakes, once he was done you took it and poured some on yours.

“Since when do you eat maple syrup?” He asked and once again you looked at him confused. You always had maple syrup on your pancakes.

“I always have it on my pancakes” He chuckled at your response and dug into his plate.

“I see, we are sarcastic this morning. I did not know that when you said you were changing that it included your diet” Diet? What diet, you thought to yourself. Picking up the fork you started eating the pancakes in silence with him. Would he be mad if you asked any questions? Is that the reason you would be killed? Because you asked way too many questions?

“Bora!” Looking up at him you realized he probably was referring to you, although that was not really your name, so you did not get why he was calling you that. Under your breath you said ‘yes’, afraid that speaking up would get you into any trouble.

“You seem really distracted, is everything alright?” Your eyes meet his and you thought his eyes looked genuine, like he cared about you.

“I’m okay” Replying you realized you did not recognize your own voice. Panicking you thought it was at least worth a shoot to try and get out of the apartment.

“Is it okay if I go?” You asked quietly and he looked at you confused. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you had probably royally fucked up right now.

“Yeah of course, do you have something to take care of before we are supposed to go to the gala?” Barely understanding anything you just nodded in order to get out of the situation and got up from the chair. You saw the door behind you, taking a coat that somewhat looked like one you owned you placed your feet in a pair of sneakers that was on a racket. As you placed your hand on the doorknob you heard his voice behind you.

“Wait!” Turning around you saw Min Yoongi with a scarf that he began to wrap around your neck.

“There!” He said happy with his result and you could not help but to smile back at his gummy smile.

“I must say, I like the new you so far. You look so soft” Placing his hands on your face he pulled you in for a peak kiss on the lips. Shocked you blushed slightly and smiled looking down.

“I’ll be waiting for you when you get home”

“Okay” You replied and opened the door, stepping out of the apartment. What was all of that? You thought as you closed the door. Looking around you saw a few more apartment doors and an elevator on your left. Going over to it you pressed the button and waited for it to come. Thinking about all of it you realized you must have been home at Min Yoongi’s house. Agust D, the rappers house. Why were you there though and why could you not recognize your body or anything really for that matter? Why did he treat you as if you had known each other for years? Nothing made sense. As you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to get to the entrance you realized you were on the fourth floor of many. Letting out a sigh of relive as the elevator closed you started planning your way back home where everything would be normal again.

Stepping out of the elevator you looked around and it almost looked like a hotel lobby, where the hell were you? The staff around the lobby smiled at you and you smiled back. Once you saw the exist doors you hurried your way over. As you opened them you could hear two voices arguing outside, one sounding familiar to you. When you looked over to your right you saw her, talking to one of the staff members. No, not her, you. You saw yourself talking to one of the staff members. When the two of you locked eyes with each other she pointed at you.

“There she is! Ask her!” The staff member turned around and they both walked over to you.

“I’m sorry to bother you miss. Tallway, do you happen to know this young woman? She claims to know you” The elderly man asks you and you look over to yourself, seeing yourself nodding your head.

“Yes” You replied, and you saw yourself making a hand motion going round and round, as if you were supposed to continue talking. This is weird.

“I know her, she is a friend of mine” You saw yourself smiling at you and the elderly man bowed at you.

“Then I won’t be bothering you ladies, have fun” With that he walked away. You stared at yourself, or should you say, the human that looked identical to you in front of you. She stared right back at you, looking at you up and down.

“I normally would never wear that but it’s kind of cute” She suddenly said, and something clicked inside you. You were inside her body, and she was inside yours. The two of you must have switched souls or something? Fuck, what did they do in the movies? How did the daughter and mother turn back in that one movie?

“We need to talk”

“Obviously” She replied with a duh face, did you really look like that when you pulled that face you thought.

“Let’s go over to the coffee shop nearby” You followed her lead and the two of you began walking over two the other side of the street.

Sitting down at the coffee shop you saw her, or should you say yourself, sit down and get comfortable in the chair opposite of yours. Looking around there were not too many guests at the shop, probably why she suggested it. Although, nobody would probably believe the conversation you were about to have.

“So… obviously… somehow… we have switched body’s” She began saying and you nodded.

“The question is… why? Did you do it?” You scoff as she asks you. Does she think you are some sort of witch or something?

“How would I even do it?!”

“I don’t know, that’s what I am asking you!”

“Okay, this is leading nowhere, what do we do about it?” Puzzled at your question she thinks for a while before answering.

“I think we should pretend to be each other until we figure out how to switch back” Reasonable you thought. The waitress came with the coffee the two of you had ordered and placed the cups in front of you. Both of you said quietly ‘thank you’ before continuing your conversation.

“We need to figure out how to switch back as soon as possible. Maybe this is all just for a day?” You suggested and she nodded. God you hoped this was all just for a day.

“Yes, we don’t know anything about this really and I could not find much research on it either”

“You have been researching this?” Impressed and confused you ask, and she smiles proudly.

“Yep, either this is some sort of day spell, a curse or just the gods messing with us for a laugh” She smiles, or should you say, you smile, and you could not help but to smile back. You did not look that bad, actually, if anything, suddenly you felt kind of cute seeing you in this way. Not in front of a mirror or on a picture but in real life.

“Should we hope this is just a day thing and everything goes back tomorrow?” You ask and she shrugs. All this time you had been watching yourself you realized she reacted so much more than you normally would, and it was weird. Seeing yourself from a whole other angle, in a whole different way. So careless and reactive when all you tried to be was as normal and quiet as possible.

“I guess we could, but we should prepare for the worst, although, I must say, I’m not really hating this” Looking at her questionable you ask ‘why’ and the girl in front of you replied.

“My boyfriend has been a real dick lately, so this is kind of a break from him to me” Suddenly you remember the man you woke up next to today, the one cooking breakfast for you, the none other than Min Yoongi.

“August D is your boyfriend?” Scoffing, she rolled her eyes as if you should have already figured that out before sipping on her coffee and casually asking her next question.

“Yeah, how was he this morning? Oh God, did you do anything to him?!” Eyes wide open you stared at her, waving your hands in front of you in a defending motion.

“How could you even ask that?! Of course I didn’t! I thought he had kidnapped me!” Puzzled, she looked at you and you saw how she made a disgusted face at your statement and you could not help but once again think, did you really look like that?

“Why would a world-famous rapper kidnap a common girl when he has a model, fashion icon, stunning girlfriend next to him?” She was so full of herself you thought. You should have figured some of this out when you saw her wardrobe being the opposite of what you usually wear and the fact that she had picked out the most revealing outfit you had in your wardrobe this morning.

“I don’t know! It’s not like I had figured out we had switched bodies back then!” Having to defend yourself once again, you realized this conversation was not going anywhere. The two of you needed a solid plan. She just said ‘whatever’ before sipping on her coffee and leaning back against her chair.

“Anyway, I’m Bora. Keep that in mind when you are pretending to be me, especially since I have an important dinner later” So that was probably what Yoongi meant by that he would be waiting for me.

“What kind of dinner?” You asked, wanting to know as much as possible about the dinner you had to attend.

“Celebrating Yoongi’s new album, it is released today” Your mouth made an ‘oh’ shape and Bora continued.

“So, we should probably get you a new dress so you, we, look the part” Nodding, the both of you began small talking. Bora told you important things you should know when you are pretending to be her. She hates wine, but loves champagne, so everything even close to wine was a big no. Always extend your hand when meeting new people as they tend to kiss your hand at these events, or shake it, either way, you put it on your mind to extend your hand. For Bora’s friends, always kiss them once on each cheek and hug them lightly. She could not have stressed this enough. Bora did not tightly hug anybody, that even included Yoongi. Hugging was not her thing at all, you had to tell her it was yours. If she meets your friends, she had to hug them as if she had not seen them for a year. Every time. Luckily for Bora, you had made no plans this weekend. Unluckily for you, Bora had made plans the entire weekend and most of next week. She was a clothing making goddess with god knows how many Instagram followers, oh, and you had to update her Instagram. You had to write a cheesy quote and post a picture of yourself and later on, you had to congratulate Yoongi on the album on Instagram. What a day this was going to be.

Shopping dresses turned out to be harder than you thought, especially since Bora had something to say about each and every one of them. To slim, to lose, to long, to short, to shiny, not shiny enough and the list would go on.

“This one looks nice” Looking at yourself in the mirror you saw how the dress hung Bora’s body perfectly. Oh, what you would do to have a body like hers, look this good in a dress.

“Next” Rolling your eyes, you went into the dressing room once again. Trying the next dress Bora had picked. Ten dresses later and you found one Bora was happy with. Finally, you thought but before you could leave the shop you saw Bora taking a dress and walk into the dressing room with it. Confused, you sat and waited for her to come out. The two of you had already agreed you would go alone as she had no invitation to the dinner. When Bora came out of the dressing room all you could do was to stare. She had chosen a simple dark blue dress but somehow it fitted your body perfectly. Never had you ever worn a dress like that.

“I’m so buying this for you, it looks killer” She said as she twirled around in the dress in front of the mirror, looking at every angle of the dress. It was a maxi dress that was cut by the left leg, showing of the leg all the way to the thighs. A v-cut by the neck that showed just enough boobs. This was way too much, you would not let her do that for you.

“You can’t do that” As the words left your mouth she turned around. The dress looked so good.

“I can and I will” She confidently spoke before continuing. “You don’t have any dresses like these at home, trust me, I went though your whole wardrobe”

“You did what”

“Trust me, it’s my treat. You’ll look killer on your next date”

Once the both of you had bought dresses time had passed way to fast and it was time for you to get ready for the party. Bora wrote her own number in your phone once she got to know your password from you. Giving out your phone to her just like that gave you anxiety you never even knew you could feel. In the meantime, Bora was just Bora. Confident, unbothered by every obstacle the two of you faced, like if you were supposed to switch phones or not. If this was only for a day you had to hold out. Had to make it. Maybe it was all a test for you. To step up and see the world of the richest people, well you could at least hope. Hope that tomorrow you would wake up in your bed. Safe and sound doing your laundry in the afternoon.

“Are we going with warm or cold tones today?” Bora’s makeup artist woke you up from your thoughts.

“Warm please” She nodded and continued putting makeup on your face. It was calming, nice to have someone do your makeup. Once she was done with your makeup and hair, your anxiety started to kick in. What if you could not fool everyone? What if people would notice? Even if they did, Bora assured you that they would believe it is just the alcohol talking and you tried your best to try and remember that. If anything, they would just believe she is drunk. After taking pictures and sending them to Bora, she picked out the one she liked the most and you posted it, hundreds of likes coming in just after a few seconds, you understood why she had notifications turned off on her phone. As you took a deep breath you heard her phone chime. Weird, she did not have any social media notifications on. Unlocking her phone, you saw that it was a text from Yoongi.

[03:21 PM] Mini Yoon ❤️

- Picking u up in 20

So, you had twenty minutes to spare before Yoongi would pick you up. Might as well listen to his new album so you would not make a fool of yourself. Bora probably heard it about a hundred times by now. Opening up Spotify on Boras phone and putting in some earphones you searched for Agust D’s name and his new album popped up immediately. It had seven tracks and you listened to each and everyone of them, the title track really sticking with you. You loved the low beat in the beginning turning into a faster one in the first verse when Yoongi started rapping even faster than on his previous tracks. Of course, you had listened to his songs before. You liked his music and one of your friends absolutely adored him. This whole album was going to be so successful. You could feel it. A man knocked on your door, announcing your ride to the dinner was here and you walked out of Yoongi’s apartment, taking the elevator to the bottom floor. As you walked out of the apartment complex that looked like a hotel you saw a black car parked at front with a driver with toned windows at the back. The man who had picked you up from the room opened one of the backseat doors and you smiled, bowing slightly at him. Showing your gratitude before getting in. To your disappointment, Yoongi was not in the backseat with you. He was nowhere to be seen and you realized he was probably already at the dinner. So much for waiting for me, you thought. As the car started you heard your phone chime.

[03:48 PM] Soul Twin 🌙

- You’ll do great, I believe in you!

Laughing at the non-suspicious name you and Bora had picked out for each other you smiled at Bora’s reassuring text. She believed in you, now all you had to do was believe in you too.

The car ride over to the dinner was way to short, how were you supposed to collect your thoughts if you only had fifteen minutes to do so? As you stepped out of the car you realized Bora had forgotten to mention the freaking red carpet you had to walk on into the dinner. Cameras was suddenly on you everywhere, shouting her name. Bora look here! Bora, Bora! How does it all feel? BORA! Trying to smile and wave for a bit, working your way over the carpet, desperately trying not to fall because Bora had to choose the hardest freaking high heels to walk in ever. Placing a big fake smile on your face as you do so you drop it immediately the second you enter the fancy building, looking like an expensive ballroom house. Letting out a breath you did not even know you held, you gladly accepted a glass of champagne from the tray of alcohol that was being presented to you. The waitress smiling at you as you took a sip and you smiled back at her before she left into the crowd. As you looked right in front of you, you saw him. In a black casual suit, his hair as white as his smile as he smiled and waved for you to come over. Fuck, you thought. You had almost forgot you had to spend the evening with Yoongi. Stunning, handsome Yoongi who was waving you over to come and join the conversation he was having. Fuck it, finishing your glass of champagne in one go you started to walk over to Yoongi. You just had to make it through the night, right?

#yoongi fanfic #bts fanfic #my writing #I have no update schedule and just came to terms with that #iawy

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