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risjime · 4 years ago

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Hi beb Ben CONGRATS ON 300!!! you deserve it mwah

So I'd like the colour me pretty pls, with either sunarin or omi and ofc my FAVOURITE violet scrunchie that I carry everywhere.

To this 300 and many more milestones <3

GOOD LUCK CHARM

with: sakusa; f!reader

content: fluff

a/n: ahh tysm love, i really enjoyed writing this one, i hope you like it <3

come n participate in my 300 event!

kiyoomi watches you lift your arms as you tie your hair with your token violet scrunchie. his eyes follow the movements of your fingers coursing through your hair, pulling the strands together neatly. it mesmerizes him, how you’re able to make such a mundane task look so beautiful. the simplicity of removing your hair from the frame of your face to help you focus. the way you bite your lip just a little bit on days your hair proves to be less cooperative. he grows familiar to the plush object, always seeing it encircled on your wrist if not in your hair, so when you show up about ten minutes after leaving his apartment, kiyoomi isn’t surprised.

"omi, i think i left-" seeing the purple fabric wrapped around your boyfriend’s wrist, you stop short.

“oh, you’re...” you smile at the sight of his slight blush, “wearing it?”

he averts his eyes slightly, “i didn’t want to forget it, so i just...”

you laugh at how adorable he’s being over the insignificant material, “it looks cute on you omi, you should keep it.”

he raised a brow, mouth twisting with confusion, “what am i supposed to do with it?”

“don’t know,” you hug him as you ready yourself to leave, “keep it as a good luck charm maybe?”

when you leave, sakusa pulls off the hair tie, staring at it for several minutes. you’re right, he realizes. this small, purple belonging of yours, while being a minor thing, was something you loved. you wore it everyday, so much that you instantly realized when it was missing. but still, you gave it to him to easily, so trustingly. that small deed allowed kiyoomi to see just how lucky he was, to have someone as precious as you value him that much. so he decided to keep it with him, wherever he went.

the next time you see your scrunchie again is after one of his games. you spot the violet material hiding in his bag, prompting you to ask him about it. he looks at you, a little taken aback, “what do you mean? it’s my good luck charm.”

you feel your heart flutter at the thought of your boyfriend carrying your hair tie with him everywhere. you’d thought that maybe he’d kept it in his room somewhere, but by no means did you think he’d take your words literally. you pull him in tightly for a hug, a short laugh escaping him as he looks down at you, even more confused. “i’m glad i gave it to you, omi.”

he smiles, leaning down to press a kiss on your head, “i’m glad you did too.”

an afterthought: when his hair grows a little longer, he ties it up with your scrunchie !!

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barsformars · 4 years ago

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g - fluff; non-idol!au

p - vet!jongho × vet!reader

w.c - 1.1k+

t.w - none

c - jongho tries to prove that the cat loves him more than it loves you but him cheating just led to much desired but unexpected situations.

a.n - hello im back to make @closer-stars suffer with another jongho writing! not too sure if you would like the vet au but cats! so kdksksk hope you like it bebs <3

t.l - @closer-stars (ofc) @fromercury @jeongyunhoed @ateezlovenet

"Siru loves me more and I am going to prove it to you today," Jongho stated confidently but him sneaking her favourite salmon jerky into the front pockets of his white coat says otherwise. You pretend you don't see anything, just giving him a light shrug and a smile that Jongho can only describe as an I-would-love-to-see-you-try-for-the-umpteenth-time smile.

It's always less talk and more action when it comes to Jongho so he doesn't even bother whining about you doubting Siru's love for him. He pushes through the door to the back where Siru is resting along with the other pets in the clinic, the salmon jerky still in his pocket (of course). You quickly follow right after, not wanting to miss even a second of what was about to come. You usually wouldn't ever dream of him doing it but it's inevitable if he really wants to fight for Siru's attention.

"Siru~" Jongho cooes just like every other overly affectionate pet owner in the world. Oh yes, Jongho's pet owner voice has finally made its debut. You won't even tell him how many times you have overheard him practicing it in the exam room when he assumed you were busy attending to other animals in the other exam room. It definitely sounds much more natural now, maybe because he's actually saying it to an actual cat rather than to the canine skeleton model in his exam room.

"Siru, come here." Jongho's so determined he even included a meow between his words. You stifle a laugh as you watch him from behind. Everything you were witnessing now was ridiculous, ridiculously adorable.

The tortoiseshell seemed to have picked up the scent of her favourite treat because you see her sniffing in the direction of Jongho's pocket, her eyes fixed on it rather than Jongho's face. If he was able to get her out of her cage, even by baiting her like this, you would still acknowledge his victory. It would still be an improvement from before when she wouldn't even move a step closer to him. A small win is still a win.

Unfortunately, Jongho completely messes up when he goes on to say: "It's time for your daily check-up, baby." Yeah....using the word "baby" here wasn't going to work if the three prohibited words in the cat's dictionary was also included in the same sentence. With that, Siru folds her ears back down and immediately goes to hide in the corner of her cage.

"Great! Another free cup of coffee for me!" You chirped as you moved forward to give him a pat on his shoulder.

Jongho sighs in defeat, his shoulders slumping over. "Maybe I should have just been an ordinary doctor for humans. I still don't understand how to get the pets to warm up to me."

"Hey, that was a pretty close attempt," you comforted him. "You just need a little more practice, can't really blame you when you spend more time operating on them rather than interacting when they're conscious."

"But-"Jongho straightens his back so fast you almost lose your balance due to the shock-"I know a trick ninety-nine point nine percent of animals can't resist." He shoots you a mischievous glance and a smirk as he pulls out his 'secret' weapon, which did indeed catch Siru's attention.

Siru was already near the entrance of the cage when your competitiveness takes over you. Your first instinct was to create a distance between the two of them, and maybe you could blame it on your frequent fantasies in doing so, but your arms naturally went around his waist as you pulled him away, you now behind him once again.

"You think I didn't notice? You cheater!" You unintentionally gave him a tight squeeze as you tried to snatch the treat out of his hand and Jongho feels like you had just snatched his breath away, literally and figuratively.

"U-uh...that's a tad too tight, my dear." Jongho regrets almost instantly for saying that right now. It was not unusual for him to use it on you but using it in this situation was probably not the best idea; misunderstandings may arise.

If anyone ever asks you for an instance where your competitiveness takes over you, you're going to use this as an example because you didn't even notice the position the both of you were in until Jongho had said that. "Oh shit, sorry." You tried to take a step back and away from your colleague but it seems like the universe has other plans for the both of you because you trip over Jongho's foot in the process.

You would like to thank his quick reflexes in grabbing your arms — that were pretty much still around him — and reeling you back in, otherwise you would have crashed into the cages behind you, giving the other animals an extremely unpleasant wake-up call. But you also hate it, because now the both of you are closer than before, one cheek squished against his back and his hands firmly holding onto yours, the both of you frozen on the spot. How were you supposed to act in a situation like this?

You were the first one to break the awkward but somehow comforting silence, clearing your throat and redirecting the both of you back to the real reason you two were in here for — Siru.

"Oh yeah, Siru..."

"I'll get her," you said, pulling away cautiously this time to avoid the same situation from happening again. Jongho fingers lingers on your arms as you do just in case he needs to catch you again.

"Okay, I'll go get prepared."

"Thanks." Jongho nods in acknowledgement and heads straight towards the door, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. His heart was pumping dangerously fast, it couldn't be healthy to let it continue that way for any longer.

Jongho was just about to close the door behind him, so he could wipe away the cold sweat that was starting to drip down his warm face, when you called out to him. He can barely breathe all because of you.

"We should talk about it after work." You notice the slight confusion in his face, and though you know he's quick-witted enough to figure out what you mean, you don't want to leave any chances of him misunderstanding. "About us, I mean. But also I mean even if you have nothing to say to me, I have lots of things to tell you. So, please?"

"Sure, we can talk about us."

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xsamuu · 4 years ago

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HEYYYYY!! I saw your ask box was open and I was wondering if I could request a headcanon? Where the reader is in a massive fight with a friend they haven't seen for like 3 years and the friend takes it too far by saying something like "That's your boyfriend? How gross" "Ew why does he look like that? Couldn't grab someone better? Ugly ho" or whatever you come with? Tendou, Bokuto, Kenma, Kags, Nishinoya please, if you will?

I screeched when I saw this omg thank you I hope this is up to your standards bebs 😼👍🏾 but uh I should say some did come out a little bit like scenarios but I tried to stick to headcanons sorry for that still hope you enjoy 🎃😼

~Admin Rizzo

Tendou Satori

-you was minding your own business walking through a park your hands intertwined with your lover when a ✨m u s t y✨ old friend you knew had decided to share there unwanted opinions

-Tendou could see how uncomfortable you was and wanted to remove you from the situation but as he went to walk around the obstacle you stopped dead in your tracks

-“That’s who your with oh my god that’s fucking gross, I guess you’ll hook up with anyone you thot”

-It’s safe to say that tendou had come up with thousands of insults by the time the slur left there mouth

-Who even was this person?— WAIT WHO THEY CALLING A THOT?!

-you wasn’t a very confrontational person but nevertheless you wasn’t about to let this person who wasn’t even in your day to day life anymore talk smack about your man

-you went to retaliate when a big arm swooped around your shoulder catching you off guard

-“Babe lets go I wanted to bring you to the park today not a circus” 🤡

-Needless to say your ‘friend’ was shocked and maybe a little intimidated

-You on the other hand had to summon all the strength in your body not to laugh in there face

-With his arm still wrapped around he moved you away from the situation the both of you quickly changing the subject to something more important

Bokuto Kōtarō

-Bokuto loves spoiling you

-your the love of his life and he will make sure you know this not only through his words but also his actions

-this however works both ways there isn’t something you wouldn’t do to show him how much you support and love him

-You was sitting in the crowd at one of his games it was a very important one winning this match would definitely get him recognized by some powerhouse teams

-every time he would score a point for his team he would look up at you and every time you would be there imitating his celebration “HEY HEY HEY THATS MY ACE” You felt only pride and absolute infatuation with this man

-you was cheering your heart out when you suddenly felt someone bump your shoulder (a little too hard to be an accident—)

-You swung your head around only to come face to face with an old friend from middle school they looked bitter asf and your conscience was telling you to just ignore them

-“Oh you have nothing to say to me now Huh? I see your at another one of these boring ass games I thought you didn’t have time for people?”

-It’s true at one point you did say that but you didn’t think you’d loose one of your closest friends because of it even so you continue to ignore them hoping they’d get the message and leave

-they didn’t.

-“So you and number 4 are together I’m assuming. I guess ugly attracts ugly”

-immediately you saw red but you couldn’t ruin this for bokuto important people were here. As if he could sense your distress he shot his eyes up to where you were in the stand

-He called a time out, and started running out the gym everyone was confused but when he reappeared in the stands you knew all to well that he had caught on

-“Babe I just noticed your supposed to be closer to the match your an important guest” he smiled you mouthed him a thank you and gathered your things walking a few rows closer to the front

-Thankfully Akaashi was there looking up at you distracting you. The owllike man glared at your old friend “I don’t know what you did to Y/N but you better leave before you have another problem”

-When you looked back your ex friend was nowhere to be seen you giggled as bokuto gave you a big kiss before returning to the court

Kozume Kenma

-Kenma isn’t a contentious person in fact he would much rather settle an issue in the most inconspicuous way possible

-Even so if he feels that him or his partner was disrespected in anyway he will not hesitate

-You and Kenma was at a gaming convention you had been planning since the beginning of February (it’s now late April)

-You had sat through the entrance ceremony and was walking around admiring all the stalls and you were both having so much fun

-Kenma had left you for a split second to get someone’s autograph it was the animator from a game he played religiously you didn’t mind you stayed put and was scrolling through your phone

-“Long time no see y/n” you lifted your head to the sound of your name being called and made perfect eye contact with an old ‘friend’

-If you were being completely honest you hated them all they did was make you feel like an inferior insect whenever you two were together you hummed a ‘yo’ before going back to your phone

-“Still a quiet freak eh LuLu I guess you here on your own or something”

-Lulu was the name of a magical girl from a cartoon you used to love but upon finding out people would use it to mock and degrade you

-you was gonna walk away the ridiculous nickname when you heard a familiar voice

-“no y/n is with me and you are?” It was a genuine question but anyone who didn’t know Kenma would take his pack of expression as bored or sarcastic

-The person scoffed and pointed accusingly at Kenma “That’s who your with LuLu you couldn't do any better HE’S JUST AS LIFELESS AS YOU ARE”

-You tugged on Kenma sleeve motioning to just leave as you felt uncomfortable but Kenma wasn’t having it you had been so excited to be here and with him and this nobody came out of nowhere and started harassing you

-“Listen um going to say this in a way you could understand— he smirked at you and then opened his mouth again

-What escaped his mouth next left you shocked, scared, a little embarrassed for him even but mostly touched

-he cleared his throat

-“lifeless. I’m not lifeless in fact I have a burning hatred for you right now. And that why I feel no guilt in what I’m about to do.”

-You gulped and held on tighter to kenma’s sleeve mentally preparing yourself for what he was about to do

-“YoU HaTe LuLu’S tRanSforMatiOn sOng?!” He practically shouted. Instantly a horde or gamers, writers, weebs and more bombarded the area shouting and screaming and causing a scene

- From all the commotion it’s sounded like your ‘friend’ was ok but some of the words leaving the mouths of the mob were kinda cruel

-you smirked and Kenma led you away

-You know he doesn’t like being the center of attention but he still protected you and for that you’d be sure to thank him for that

Kageyama Tobio

-Kags never really liked leaving you behind when he had to go to different countries

-without you it made him anxious and you would reassure him that you’d be fine and eagerly awaiting his return

-Including the return of his big, fat juicy—

Ahem heart 🙂

-You had been sitting in a café Face Timing him

-You’d often have dates like this and you both enjoyed them you was talking to him when someone took up a seat next to you

-“Hey Y/n funny running into you here” a familiar voice echoed

-A w k w a r d you hadn’t seen or heard from this person since a fight you had a couple years ago why now?

-You had nearly forgotten about your boyfriend on the other side of your iPad screen until “Oh you bought a friend y/n”

-you was at a loss for words but before you could answer the unwanted annoyance to your left answered for you

-‘We’re not friends y/n cut me off because she’s toxic” it took kageyama a solid 10 seconds to realize that this wasn’t a real friend and that you were silently asking for help

-You rested your head in hand obscuring the person from kags field of vision therefore blocking there vision of your face and boyfriend

-hoping they’d get the message without you having to vocalize it

-they stood up and you let out a breath you didn’t know you was holding

-“I wasn’t checking out your friend don’t worry he isn’t my type I prefer cute boys” they spat

-Before you could even assess the fact that they pretty much called your boyfriend ugly you was already pissed at the fact that they referred to kags as your friend

-you stood up abruptly and it’s like they were waiting for you to loose your cool all hope was lost when you heard him clear his throat

-“[there Instagram name] Damn you was easy to find. I liked you post”

-You felt a tinge of confusion race through you but watching all the blood in there body rush to your friends face made you curious

-“DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW” people were definitely looking in your direction

-“Leave then I will” Now you was curious what the help did he do?

-seconds, literal seconds. The annoyance was nowhere to be seen

-“Kags..wha—”

“I shared there IP address in the comments :p”

- “PFFT kAgS!”

Nishinoya Yū

-Noya made sure that you felt like the only person in the world before he asked you out, so when you started dating you didn’t think he could get any more protective over you

-You was sitting in the cinema with him both smiling and listening on to the movie

-He fidgets a lot in his seat but you dont mind you know he cant help it besides you find it cute he is just so full of energy

-“Babe imma go to the toilet be right back” he kissed your cheek and left

-you continue to watch the movie until you feel someone slither into the seat next to you and hearing the voice your your temples irks and your expression one of annoyance

-One of your ex friends for how many years ago had to be in the same theatre at the same time on the SAME FUCKING DAY

-they didn't seem like they were moving so you just spoke first

- “can i help you.?”

-No response :/

-You were even more irritated than before

-Noya came back a few minutes later and noticed another person had sat right next to you

-Noya is dense VERY VERY DENSE he assumed you ran into one of your friends so he didn't question it

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-After the movie finished you grabbed your things and rushed to get out of that situation

-The same person had finally said something after a whole hour

- “That’s who you came with.. You really know how to pick em an annoying toddler really Y/n your honestly pathetic--”

-It didn’t bother Noya he has been called short all his life this isn’t any different but this rando was obviously upsetting you and he would NOT have that

-Noya would step infront of you and confront the person they get a warning

-one fucking warning

-If they don’t take it i shit you not noya is going for the ankles periodt

- “I DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE BUT YOUR UPSETTING MY PARTNER THE FUCKING DOOR IS BEHIND YOU SO TURN AROUND”

-Noya looked like the aggressor and its safe to say he may have caused a scene but he would be a fool not to step in and protect you with all you got

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malfoysmaybank · 4 years ago

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drivers license - stanley barber

a/n: i was having some writers block on my requests and i’ve been sobbing to this song on repeat, so here’s a fic for my bebs stanley barber. i also changed one lyric from “blonde girl” to “one girl” because it fit the plot more!

warnings: angst, you might cry (i did while writing this lols), parent absence, fluff at the end because i couldn’t break my heart with this one, but some straight angst is coming soon!!!!

word count: 1.7k+

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You had been best friends with Stanley Barber since you were young, maybe 10. You had stood up for him when some kids were pushing him around because of his outfit.

“Hey! Get off of him!” You said, yelling at the trio of 5th grade boys pushing another boy to the ground. “Or what, Y/N? You’ll tattle? We aren’t scared of a girl.” The leader of the pack said. You clenched your jaw and punched him straight in the nose. You weren’t going to let a man talk to you like that. The leader started crying and ran off, his sidekicks following after him. You walked over to the boy on the ground and helped him up. “T-Thanks for that.” He said as he got back up. “No problem. I’m Y/N, by the way. Y/N Y/L/N.” You extended your hand for a handshake. He took it. “Stanley. Stanley Barber.”

You’ve been close ever since. You ate lunch with him that day and bonded over silly things like tv shows and favorite colors. In middle school, he helped you develop your style and you bonded over new things like favorite bands and books. You had his back and he had yours. He truly was your best friend.

However, you started seeing Stanley in a new light in eighth grade. He had gotten taller, his face a little more structured. He also learned how to play guitar that year. He wrote a song about you, of all things. Nobody had ever done something like that for you before. You started noticing the little things he did for you. He would randomly bring a bag of your favorite candy to lunch if he saw you were having a bad day. He taught you how to play piano because he thought it sounded nice with your voice. You fell in love with Stanley Barber. Fuck. Of course you’d NEVER tell him. You couldn’t fuck up the only good thing in your life right now. So that meant silently suffering whenever he had a crush on someone.

That’s the issue, you couldn’t be happy for him when he was with someone else. You spent countless days crying alone in your room after he’d go on for hours about his newest crush. This continued for a straight 3 years. His newest crush was Sydney Novak. You thought this one would blow over, just like his past few, but it didn’t. In fact, this one was the strongest crush he’s ever had. He’d been ditching you to hang out with her. He wasn’t even there to see you get your drivers license, something he’d been so encouraging about. He basically taught you how to drive because he knew how much it meant to you. He didn’t even know you had passed your test, never once asking. But in the sparse moments when he didn’t blow off plans, he’d constantly be talking about her. One of those sparse moments being tonight.

You were currently in his room/basement and he was going on one of his Sydney rants. “She’s so cool, Y/N. I mean, I’ve never met someone who I’ve clicked with more.” Um ouch, but whatever. “I don’t know, she’s just different. Like, in a good way though.” Three deep breaths, Y/N. 3… “We even hooked up the other night.” 2… “I think I’m in love with her.” 1. “Look Stanley, not to be rude, but do you EVER shut up about her?!” You spat. He looked over at you in shock. “I can’t do this tonight… I’m leaving.” You grab your ‘save the earth’ backpack and start jogging up the stairs to leave.

He follows as you open the door to his garage. “Woah, woah, woah, Y/N. What’s up?” Stan calls from behind you. You grab your skateboard and lift up the garage door. It’s pouring outside, but you don’t care. You go to leave but feel a hand on your wrist stop you. “You’re not going out in weather like that, just come inside and we can talk.” He says gently, still slightly confused. “About what, Sydney again? Don’t you get it Stanley?!” You snap in his face. His eyebrows furrow and you let out a sarcastic laugh, tears building in your eyes. “Of course you don’t. You’ve been so wrapped up in Sydney that you forgot who I was! I’m so done, Stan. I can’t sit here and pretend that I don’t care anymore. Don’t bother hanging out with me anymore.” You snap and rip your wrist away from Stanley’s grip.

You drop your board and get on, pushing as fast as you can. He calls after you but you block him out. When you’re a far distance away from him and his house, you just sit down on the side of the road and cry. Hurt that he’ll never be yours. Angry that he doesn’t care about you anymore. Frustrated because you tried to be the glue that held your friendship together, but even glue can’t fix the titanic.

You didn’t go to school for the next week. Your parents wouldn’t care, they weren’t even here. Still on some ‘business trip’ just like every week. Instead, you did something that calms you. Wrote music about how you were feeling. You played piano basically all week. Singing anything and everything you were feeling. It made you feel worse sometimes, but in the end it felt worth it.

Stan pulled into your driveway in his dad’s piece of shit car. He needed to work this out with you, he hadn’t seen you all week and he was worried. He missed his best friend. As he quietly closed the car door, he heard the piano playing. He didn’t recognize the song, he was curious. He didn’t even bother knocking, knowing you would slam the door in his face if you knew it was him. He quietly shut the front door and he heard your voice. It got louder as he walked closer to your bedroom door. He’d always loved your voice, it put him to sleep some nights. He could see you slightly, the door left ajar. He listened in.

“I got my drivers license last week,

Just like we always talked about.

'Cause you were so excited for me

To finally drive up to your house.

But today I drove through the suburbs,

Crying 'cause you weren't around”

You sang flawlessly, not a single note out of tune. There was so much emotion behind your voice. So much hurt, anger, frustration. He continued listening, trying to find out who caused you so much hurt. He’d bash their face in, that’s for sure.

“And you're probably with that one girl

Who always made me doubt.

She's so much older than me,

She's everything I'm insecure about”

With that first line, it hit him. He’d caused this hurt. The anger, the frustration, that was him. He was so angry with himself that he almost missed the next line… almost.

“Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs,

'Cause how could I ever love someone else?”

You… you loved him? He’d spent so much time on Sydney that he hadn’t even realized what was in front of him all these years. Except he had.

“And I know we weren't perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one.

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone.”

God damn it! He could’ve confessed sooner, instead of ignoring his feelings. And for what? A mindless hookup with Sydney?! He could’ve had you this whole time, but he fucked up.

“....Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me.”

You said that line softly. No anger, or frustration, or even confusion behind that line. Just hurt. He saw a single tear fall down your cheek as you stopped singing. There was more to that song, you just couldn’t continue. He’d be sure to ask you to sing the rest of it later, but right now he needed to fix this. You stood up from the piano bench and he burst through the door. “Stanley, what are you doi-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he wrapped his arms around you and brought your head to his chest. “I meant every word of that damn song. Every word. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” Tears flowed down your face as you tightly hugged him back and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I love you. And I’ll be better for you. I should’ve treated you with the respect and love you deserve. I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Please give me a second chance, please.” He cried. “I love you too, Stan.” You started. “But I don’t know.” He squeezed you tighter (but still as gentle as possible, he didn’t want to hurt you), with more tears flowing out of his eyes. “Please, Y/N. I’ll be better. If I give you anything less than the love and attention you deserve, you have my full permission to punch me square in the face and kick me to the curb.” You both giggled, still crying.

He let go of you to hold your face in his hands. “Please?” He begged. “...Okay, fine. But we need to go over how you’re going to do better in the future and what we can do to help each other communicate better and stuff.” You said. He picked you up and spun you around, making you squeal. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Y/N!! I promise I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” You laughed as he set you down and leant down to whisper in your ear. “Want to hear a secret?” He said, sending shivers down your spine. “I never liked Sydney.” He laughed as you hit his chest. “You dick!” You exclaimed, shocked. He swiftly pulled you in by the waist, your faces inches apart as your hands rested on his chest. “You love me, though.” He whispered. “That I do.” You said and finally closed the gap. Damn, you could kiss this boy forever. Alas, the moment is cut short because unfortunately, humans need oxygen to survive. “I love you too.” He says and smiles, giving you a peck on the forehead. “Could you sing the rest of that song for me? I love your voice but that songwriting was INCREDIBLE.” He says and you nod.

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vulturhythm · 5 years ago

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Hurt/Comfort with Yenfri or Geraskier? Either one is A+ but pls make it Softe ❤️ THANK YOU BEB!! 😘💕

i don’t give a fuck about timelines

we woke up sad so you get the sad

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that unwanted animal

geralt has long since gotten used to the bite of the cuffs digging into his wrists and ankles. they can’t be broken - he’s fucking tried. enchanted, no doubt, just the same as the muzzle that’s far too tight about his chin.

he breathes in as deep as the iron collar permits, closing his eyes and letting his head bow forward. very little point in surveying his cage again. he knows nothing will have changed. still too small, too cramped, still reeking of old blood and piss and ichor from the other beasts made to rot in here.

off to one side, he hears stirring, a sharp inhale, a whine of pain.

geralt’s heart aches in time with the clatter of chains from renfri’s cage.

he had been trying to save her. he would have saved her, had stregobor not had friends in unholy places - had stregobor not had a band of highwaymen awaiting them on every road leading out of blaviken.

roach is lying dead somewhere, a bolt between her eyes.

a bolt just like the one still deep in renfri’s thigh.

geralt had tried. he’d fought. he’d yelled at renfri to run, to grab one of their horses and leave, and yet, she had insisted upon staying behind, upon trying to fight with him.

geralt doubts he’ll ever forget the pain that came when a silver chain was flung in his direction, when it looped around his throat and yanked him off his feet.

i’m not a monster, he had wanted to scream, but it had pulled too tight for him to even breathe.

the hands he’d raised to grab at the chain were snatched away by the men who came to pin him down; his only satisfaction was that he had kneed one of them in the groin and nearly thrown the other aside before they forced the manacles about his wrists.

he knows he’ll never forget the scream that tore itself from renfri’s throat when they chained her down just the same; he knows he’ll never stop feeling guilty for failing her.

after all, she had been running to his aid when they shot her. their eyes had met as the men forced the muzzle onto geralt’s face, as renfri cried out and fell forward, leg shot numb.

he knows -

the sound of movement elsewhere in the deep dark cellar cuts geralt’s train of thought in two, and he lifts his head as much as the weight of his restraints allows, peering ahead into the darkness. he and renfri are the only two humanoids in the room, he knows this much; there’s a siren, halfway dehydrated and nearly dead, in a cage across from him, but geralt doubts it’s strong enough to pose any threat to their captors.

geralt isn’t even entirely sure where they are, to be entirely honest.

he had fallen unconscious shortly into the process of fitting the muzzle. after all, there were prongs that had to be inserted, piercing through the flesh of his cheeks and hooking through eachother where they met above his tongue.

even now, the wounds beginning to heal thanks to his mutations, there’s fresh blood on his tongue, and he doesn’t dare make a sound.

his best guess is that they’re beneath stregobor’s residence, hidden away where he can keep on eye on the cursed girl and her inhuman would-be savior.

he has to wonder, though, what good stregobor has for him.

the sound across the room has abated. geralt sighs, and closes his eyes.

- - -

he must have faded back into unconsciousness at some point, for geralt awakens with a start when he hears a scream overhead. he jerks his head up to stare, golden eyes adjusting to the darkness but offering him no more than the sight of the dingy stone ceiling.

a moment later, it hits him - new scents, nearly drowned out by the reek of blood and decay.

magic.

magic, and - and lilac.

geralt goes tense, fists clenching tight where they’re bound. surely she didn’t -

cedarwood and wildflowers.

surely he didn’t.

surely.

they’re not that foolish...

... and yet, even as he’s doing his godsdamn best to convince himself otherwise, the scream cuts off, and the upper floors go silent.

geralt turns his head, catches renfri’s eye where she’s staring at him. blessedly free of a muzzle, she’s gagged all the same, a scrap of her own clothing shoved between her teeth, so the only sound she can offer is one of plaintive confusion, but it’s enough.

the witcher shakes his head, just barely, turning his eyes toward the door when he hears harried footsteps coming down.

the light that bursts into the cellar once the doors are opened makes him recoil, and he hears the siren shriek - too bright, too sudden, too -

there’s a rush of motion, and geralt draws back, instinct making him dread the quick approach even though he recognizes the scent, would know it throuh is sleep.

“oh, geralt,” comes a soft and broken voice, and as geralt’s eyes adjust once more, he sees jaskier kneeling just in front of his cage, looking him over with such heartbreak in his eyes that he can’t help but ache. “geralt, my love, i’m so sorry we weren’t here sooner.”

he says nothing - he can’t. exhaling slow, geralt lowers his head, tipping forward to lean his weight against the cage door; jaskier reaches for him, brushes a gentle fingertip along his brow through the grate. “yennefer,” he says, and geralt sighs.

the sorceress approaches, slower and with much more grace than jaskier, something for which geralt is distantly grateful; he knows it’ll take time to unlearn fear. he turns his eyes upward, sits back reluctantly and watches as yennefer kneels.

“stregobor is dead,” she tells him softly, holding his gaze as she fits a stolen key into the lock. “she’s safe now.”

geralt tips his head in the barest mimicry of a nod, breathing out in relief when the door of the cage swings open. yennefer reaches for him once more, telegraphing every motion, and he offers no resistance as she unlocks first his manacles, then the collar about his throat. “i can’t take the muzzle off here,” she sighs, sitting back on her heels, “and i know you loathe portals, but i can treat your wounds at my home.”

he nods once more, testing his wrists and hands. it’s easy enough to sense yennefer’s restlessness; with a soft huff, he tilts his chin toward renfri’s cage. the sorceress murmurs a soft “thank you” before she stands.

yennefer gone, jaskier takes her place once more, helping geralt shuffle forward on his knees until he’s out of the cage and on solid ground. “my wolf,” he whispers, low and forlorn; geralt would have offered him a smile, had he any left to give. “my love...”

jaskier’s arms fold carefully around his shoulders, and geralt offers no resistance, leaning forward to rest his head upon his bard’s chest. he breathes in deeply of his scent, closing his eyes and resting trembling hands on his waist.

he can hear his bard rambling, telling of how they tracked him down - trying to fill the silence, no doubt - but geralt is distracted. he turns his gaze to the women across the room, to where yennefer is setting the key aside and drawing renfri into her arms.

perhaps yennefer will do a better job of protecting her love than geralt had.

the smell of fresh blood hits him a moment later, and it gives geralt pause. he draws back, back until jaskier drops his hands and falls silent, looking at him with worry plain. geralt doesn’t meet his gaze, his eyes fixated upon the blood slowly drying on his hands.

jaskier glances down, clears his throat. “stregobor,” he says at last, and there’s an awkward sort of vindication in his tone.

geralt knows he won’t stand for being coddled.

he’s killed now. he’s killed -

...

geralt’s mouth aches as he forces his tongue to work, and he feels new blood dripping in, but it’s no matter, not right now. he forces out a single sound, crippled voice rising at the end.

why?

jaskier’s eyes widen briefly, and he reaches for geralt once more, brushing his matted hair aside. “because i care about you,” he whispers, his touch featherlight. “because... because i love you.”

- - - - -

yeah this ran away from me i hope you do not mind ily @justjessiehere

#answered asks #geraskier #gerlion #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #yenfri #yennefer x renfri #whump #angst #my fics

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deviantsxconnor · 7 years ago

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Doubt

Originally Posted by Lupivulpes

Reader struggles to sleep thanks to her doubts about love with her girlfriends. (For the sake of avoiding confusion, blue haired Traci is Blue/Piper, and the brown haired Traci is Audrey.)

Poly relationship with the Tracis X Fem!Reader

Tagging my waifu @connorfixinghistie and my boo/editor beb @aliceprotectionsquad

It’d been a long day full of excitement and activity for you yet as you lay in bed; sleep never graced you with its presence. You looked at the clock for what felt the 20th time, its glaring red digits displaying the brutal reality of time: 3:15am. You sat up with a huff, knowing sleep would never come again tonight. Too much was on your mind. Sighing, you exited the warm bed, quietly leaving your room and walking into the kitchen. Maybe a light snack would help.

As you padded to the kitchen you noticed the light already on, indicating you were not the only one up. You smiled softly from the entryway to the kitchen, spotting your two android girlfriends quietly talking together before they paused; noticing you. “Y/N, why are you up?” The blue haired Traci, Piper, questioned with concern, making her way over.

“I couldn’t sleep Blue.” You answered, tiredly leaning into the blue haired woman, who in turn wrapped her arms around you. Piper, of whom you’ve also nicknamed Blue, ran her fingers through your hair softly. The gentle touch of her hand was enough to calm any anxieties your mind had conjured up while laying in bed.

“Overthinking again?” You looked over at the brown haired Traci, Audrey, and nodded. “Let’s go lay down and talk then.” She prompted softly.

Soon enough you were back in bed, both Tracis laying on either side of you; holding you close to them. Piper began to rub your head once more while Audrey gently stroked your cheek. You couldn’t help but to lean into the soothing touches of your lovers, they always knew how to calm you. Taking a deep breath you started, “I’m sorry to bother you guys-” before you could finish, Audrey interrupted.

“You’re not bothering us love. We want to help you on nights like these.” You nodded. This situation hadn’t been the first time, nor do you think it’ll be the last.

“But,” you continued. “I just couldn’t stop thinking. You both deviated for love, and I guess I worry that I don’t show how much I love you guys or that I don’t even deserve to be loved by you.” Tears started to brim in your eyes as the thoughts hit you like a brick again; like they had done earlier in the night. You struggled to continue, but you knew you needed to communicate to your girlfriends. “Some nights, like tonight, I feel as if should be saying sorry for always needing you guys. I feel like I’m holding you back from your lives.”

It was silent, your mind began to scream at you; telling you this was a mistake. Why were you so stupid?! They’re probably judging you now and want to break up- Your thoughts were interrupted by soft kisses to your forehead. What? You stared at the two in shock.

“Love, you have shown us what it’s like to love; to be human.” Piper started. “We never thought we’d ever fall in love with a human after what we’d been through at the Eden Club.” “Your love showed us what true love is.” Audrey chimed in softly. “If anyone is holding anyone back, it’s us to you.” You immediately shook your head,

“No!” You protested.

“Please don’t be so quick to believe your doubts, love.” Piper pleaded softly. You could see the sincerity and love in her eyes. Maybe, just maybe the doubtful thoughts were wrong. You were held close into the two lover’s arms, your face attacked in kisses.

“We love you.” They assured softly in between each kiss. Oh yes, those doubts were wrong. You were important and loved.

#aaa look at that my first ever published fic #blue haired traci #brown hair traci #let me know what you think??#dbh x reader #tracis x reader #x reader fic #possible prequel about the names if you want #fluff #detroit become human x reader #uhh idk what else to tag so #oneshot #my work

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kyuubiheir · 6 years ago

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ANOTHER MUNDAY PROMPT.

* REMEMBER TO REPOST, NOT REBLOG!

NAME: ariel , red ( they’re aliases but yaa. )

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: she / her.

SELECTIVITY: private. i wish i could write with everyone but lyf is so hectic now. what with family & friend time , work , spending time with the pupper , college.

FAVORITE ANIMAL: WOLVES !! h ECK i love animals more than people.

FAVORITE MUSE YOU’VE HAD SO FAR EVER: honestly ?? i would say menma , he is so fun to write & i like being able to play out the different aspects / emotions of him. plus the nardo fandom has been nothing but lovely & drama free , it’s just so refreshing.

MUSE YOU KINDA WANNA PICK UP: no one at the moment & any muses i do wish to play are already over on my multi. i’ve learnt the hard way that too many single blogs is a pain , also i actually hate sideblogs. it gets confusing , so i will only have 1 possibly 2 at best & these are usually if a specific character is made for a specific person.

MOST IDENTIFIABLE FICTIONAL CHARACTER: i’m gonna have to go with buffy. it’s scary sometimes how similar our lives are ( ‘cept for the vamp slayer part , though wouldn’t that be cool right ?! ) but seriously , i can just watch an episode & it’s like i’m being told my life. like yes hi ? been there , done that , STOP NOW. we’re both emotional who give our heart to anyone ; always thinking of others more than ourselves & yet we’re always the ones to suffer & get our hearts broken in the end. oh & we both have rotten luck when it comes to relationships.

WHAT COLOR YOUR AURA IS/THINK IT IS: i’d love it to be pink or red , i’m thinking it might be red due to me being really hot-tempered ?? though i don’t know if that’s just a redhead thing. or it’s black like my soul.

PERSONALITY STUFF YOU AGREE WITH (ASTROLOGY, MBTI, HOGWARTS HOUSE, ETC. BE AS SPECIFIC AS YOU WANT): i ... believe in astrology & hogwarts house , both have been accurate for me. WHERE MY FELLOW SLYTHERINS AT ?! B) honestly not sure about the others ?? but then again , you are who you are. personality is unique to each individual person. it’s all on you to be who you truly are , don’t take anyone else’s word but your own for it.

DO YOU THINK YOU’RE A GOOD DRIVER: i can drive to an extent , however i don’t have a legal licence but in my lessons it’s good to just know you have the right of the road when you do & just screw the other ass holes on the road. it’s just about being confident , though i’m not sure how safe it is for me to be in control of a killing machine. o.o

FAVORITE MINOR DISCOUR.SE: i’ve never actually been involved in any discourse. i prefer to stay away from any drama related thing.

FAVORITE VINE AND/OR MEME: oh god ! I LIIIVE FOR VINES ! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3kM56dxS0s << MY FAV THOUGH !! you need to watch this :’) , but i love LOOVE king bach & thomas sanders as well.

WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THIS MUSE: tbh my bro introduced me to ‘naruto’ in general & he had all the films aswell. after watching through the series he told me to watch the rtn one ( that was his fav at the time ) so i did & WOW ! i just found it hilarious , how all the characters were backwards but then seeing the concept of a dark naruto , just had me hooked ! i’m always drawn to the bad boy , darker muses ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also in a way , i feel like menma is underrated / overlooked in favour of the series main which yes i get makes sense & menma only existed in a fake universe but STILL i wanted to give menma some backstory , really delve into his character. make him more than just evil naruto .. look i just love my angsty emo bois fITE ME.

FAVORITE RP MEMORY: oh gosh , TOO MANY ! i think the main is definitely all the friends i make here & finally get to actually meet them in RL. also i’m a sucker for positivity & it warms my heart when the dash is just filled with love for each other , none of this stupid competition because someone has the same muse or what not.

GIVE A SHOUTOUT TO SOMEONE: @biteheir @cursedteme @sageheir @strawberrysakura @karukv i cheated & added multiple someones because honestly THESE GUYS RIGHT HERE ! are helping me so much with developing menma further , i love lengthy discussions of head canons & possible scenarios at 2AM. & i know this might sound lame but it feels like i’m part of a family on here , it’s nice. especially knowing that i can always go to these bebs for anything & they will always be there to listen. ilu. <3 <3 <3

i know it’s the wrong blog but i also gotta shoutout to shorp @fangbled for taking a chance on my mad idea for an oc & loving her regardless :P it’s fun to develop mimi alongside you , i can’t wait to see what surprises 2019 will have for papa dog & lil pup. ilu. <3 <3 <3

tagged by: @kabukv ! thank youu <3

tagging: erm who’s done this ? probably everyone rn. so uh , if you see this - steal it ! c:

#this is a gazillion years late but hey i get to things eventually :')#𝒊. what lies behind the mask . ↻ ❪ mun shizz * ❫

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trueishcolours · 6 years ago

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My siblings and I accidentally write a Ron/Victor Krum 4th year fix it fic in the group chat

Isabel: guyS

Rewatching goblet of fire

And I have to say

How amazing would it have if

It was a LOT less gendered

And also

If Ron and Krum had got together instead of Krum and Hermione

Thomas: Oh yeah there's so much Gender

Isabel Ron already basically has a crush on Krum

Would have been great

Thomas: idk, he's more jealous of him in my opinion

Isabel: Nah

He has the action figure

He says he's an artist

It's definitely there

Thomas: Tru

Clare: I mean on a superficial level I liked the Hermione/Krum part because it made me relate that a girl who is usually uninterested in 'feminine' things might still have some anxieties and take some interest now and again, and 'this super hot guy will like You, the Nerd' is standard wish fulfilment, but honestly I could take it or leave it. A grumpy feminist could equally well read it as 'EVEN smort girls like Hermione want to be feminine REALLY uwu'

And that would be a boring analysis but the whole feminine versus not argument is boring and not what we're here for

Anyway

The Krum drama kicks off the Romione subplot and honestly I hate Romione as a ship, to me it feels forced from beginning to end

But Ron/Krum would tie in really nicely to the whole character arc for Ron that JKR started in the first book and then forgot about where he evolves into an amazing intelligent badass without noticing it

Picture: He is dooting along, vaguely bummed because he's nothing special compared to his older bros, then in book four he realises wait he DOES stand out from others because he's gay/bi/whatever but he's not sure he WANTS that because standing out for being a minority is a fucking hassle but by the seventh book he is war hero, chess master and gay icon and vaguely confused about it

Hell, you could even have Hermione go to the ball with Krum, get her girly character development in and have Ron freak out and both of them /assume/ it's about her when it's not

It would just

Be better Thomas: Queer theory saves the day once again

Clare: :D

Isabel: JUST BASICALLY RON, ALL THE TIME, WITH A BETTER CHARACTER ARC

Thomas: I love this

Isabel: Honestly decades later I am still just so salty about Ron's lack of development, hell, anti development. I just want everything for him

Clare: Like, not to make it automatically angsty just because it's gay but Ron being Not Straight ties in so well with his typical theme of qualities that he think make him less than Textbook Perfect actually being his great strengths (I read a great analysis that Ron actually achieves all his brothers' goals without trying or noticing)

Ron just utterly stalls as a character in the books

And Harry is a shitty friend to him by the end

She kind of pulled it back with his deathly hallows arc but it was bungled and could have come across as just bashing him

Isabel: HE IS. Ron is so taken for granted.

Clare: God, Ron is SO much less of a dick if his yelling at Hermione in book four is coming out of Sudden Repressed Realisation, not just 'woman I like is doing something I don't like'

Isabel: I watched film 4 last night and just everyone??? Is so horrible to each other??? All the time??? I swear in the books it's so much better handled

Other reasons why bi/gay Ron headcanon is important: - most masculine of the trio/ has a million big brothers so dealing with toxic masculinity/ bucking queer stereotypes in there too - an extra 'fuck you' to the whole pure blood thing which I reckon is really homophobic as it means your bloodline won't get continued or some shit - Krum coaching Ron on Keeping in bad English. Tell me it's not cute. - Ron's a linguist (he learnt parselmouth on like 2 listens)!! Tell me he wouldn't learn Bulgarian?! - just, chaotic bilingual Quidditch talk, all the time, forever?!

Clare: UM your pidgin Quiddich is now my new fave headcanon forever????? You're SO RIGHT Ron is smart, he's just not academic. He would DEFINITELY pick up a language fast if he was using it to talk to his boyfriend/about quiddich

Isabel: EXACTLY

Clare: Plus all the stuff you said about toxic masculinity and purebloodism.

MAKE THE SUBTEXT TEXTUAL, YOU COWARDS

Isabel: #giveRonaBoyfriend2k18

Also not around for the lowkey weirdness of Ron and Harry dating CANONICALLY IDENTICAL AND BORING non white girls to the Yule Ball

I know that you can overdo all this stuff but seriously the fuck

Clare: It is a bit odd and icky

Isabel: Ok so this is what happens

Krum asks Hermione to the Yule Ball and it's like she gets her cute moment with him

But then instead of spending the whole evening being a whiny bish Ron shows un-JKR-characterisation-characteristic maturity and puts a brave face on it and talks to them both

He's upset but doesn't full on ruin their evenings

And then Hermione after the ball, (gradually realising with slight horror that she and Krum actually have literally nothing in common) kind of keeps... asking... Ron to hang out with them

And at first Ron's like lol no way am I third wheeling

But then the temptation to hang out with his literal idol becomes too strong

And he and Krum start hanging out independently of Hermione

(who's probably in the lib helping Harry study for the second task at this point anyway)

The weather is still too cold for Quidditch

Ron thinks

But somehow Ron ends up playing anyway

IN THE SNOW

WITH VICTOR

HE'S GETTING COACHED BY AN ACTUAL WORLD CUP FINAL SNITCH CATCHING PLAYER AND HE IS NOT CHILL

Clare: Hoooooly fuck this is perfect

(except he actually is because it's like -10 and snowing what the fuck Krum) Ron putting his big boy panties on and dealing during the ball, leading to him actually having an in with Krum via Hermione

I love the dynamic of Hermione just...awkwardly asking her friends to hang with them...just to break the silence...

Isabel: YEAH EXACTLY

And then them all actually having a nice evening

Clare: I mean the point of Krum with her was to get that 'YASSSS I'm dating a hot guy!' moment WHILE ALSO showing how easily it fizzles, so nothing needs to change there

Hermione could even do her 'ugh, quiddich and BOYS' routine

Isabel: Awkward because of course it is awkward what is a teenage party without angst but also, fun

yeah exactly! the slow dawning that fuuuuck, I've just brought another stupid quidditch boi into my life oh god why

Clare: Ron still knows more about the history of the game and all the technical terms than Harry so has more to talk to Krum about

Isabel: And then you know Ron and Krum stumble back into the castle with Ron wearing Krum's hat à la Chad and Ryan, and Skeeter doesn't bat an eyelid because it doesn't fit her trashy narrative

Clare: RIGHT I've got to sleep I'm getting a cold but I love this

Isabel: ok go sleep

OK ONE MORE POINT

we almost certainly get the insanely awkward 'think you're in luurve Ron' or 'lol if you love Krum so much you should date him not Hermione'! moment from either Fred or George or maybe Ginny

And there's just a kind of... missing step moment

Clare: I think all of them would do that

I mean they're pretty mean to Ron anyway, especially about love

Isabel: Exactly they're all horrible but MAYBE this would teach them!!

Clare: Exactly! It would rip the rug out from under them and they'd be like wait shit

Isabel: We are actually mean to Ron... a lot

Clare: Especially because in this timeline Ron still gets the hassle from his sibs but unlike in the main timeline where he is just butt monkey forever he has the trump card that he's got a boyfriend who's a world famous quiddich player

Like, if you're Fred, George, Ginny or even Molly you can't really come back from that reveal. Ron wins.

Isabel: Krum actually being a laser focussed guy who gives people he cares about 300% of his attention

And middle child syndrome attention starved Ron just soaks it up like a blooming Icelandic kid under a sunlamp

Ron win evertiem

Clare: Yeahhhhhh. Being a prodigy who's trained from such a young age he's got to nail that work life balance and it's like 90% work 10% life but that life is INTENSE, he's seen too many people lose their relationships because they won't switch off their metaphorical phones during dates, he gets one (1) month a year and about three (3) important people and when it is Person Time it is PERSON TIME

Right bed for eal I'm dying

Isabel: BED FOR EEL

UGH ALL I WANT IN MY LIFE IS THE 50K+ SLOW BURN QUEER 4TH YEAR REWRITE

BUT I LEGIT DON'T HAVE TIME TO WRITE IT AND I DON'T TRUST MYSELF TO GET RON POV RIGHT ANYWAY

Clare: Bebs I wish you could write it

The raw chemistry my goodness

I ship it now

Is there going to be 'you are treating me like an idol not a real person please stop' angst at any point?

Isabel: OF COURSE THERE IS

Clare: Also Krum is like 'I knew I could trust you because you are bffs with Harry Potter and you treat him like he's totally normal you must be so mature and cool he is so so lucky to have a friend like you

Or well, Krum insecurity that people only like him because of his celeb status anyway

Which is probably why he went for Hermione in the first place because she didn't give a shit

'WOULD WE EVEN BE TOGETHER IN THE FIRST PLACE IF IT WASN'T FOR QUODDICH?'

'... I love you.'

'Bro I wouldn't care if you were the worst player in the world as long as we both are fans of the sport together.'

'Bro.'

Isabel: BRUH

Also can I just ask...?

What happens in the second task??!!?

It's already messed up enough under that lake, love triangles all over the place

This would just be the final straw that resulted in everyone just shrugging and teaming up

Clare: Holy shit

Krum just doots along, takes Ron and goes

Harry's like...wait what...OK...um I guess Hermione and Ron are equally important to me so I'll just take her kk

Isabel: Krum and Ron appearing on the surface of the lake like 'fuck'

The most dramatic declaration of intent ever

Turning yourself into a shark and rescuing them from the bottom of a lake

Clare: Everybody in the stands is SHOOK

Dumbledore like dang I did not predict this

With their hair soaking wet they are both at maximum hot

Isabel: Rita Skeeter's quill combusts

Clare: Krum doesn't point her out as a beetle in Hermione’s hair he's too busy with Ron

Isabel: Yeah she's like where is my gossip at??? Nothing is happening over in Hermione's hair

But yeah I feel like Dumbledore would be like, oh darn, looks like I'm gonna have to show queer solidarity with Ronald Weasely or something

KRUM AT THE BURROW VERY SERIOUSLY COMPLIMENTING MOLLY ON HER FOOD AND ASKING FOR BRITISH RECIPES AND WINNING HER OVER IN A TRICE

Clare: Would Krum charm Molly straight away though? He's very surly and shy and, in the books, not very handsome. Wouldn't Molly start out yikes who is this quiddich yob my son has taken up with?

Ginny on the other hand. Comes out as bi a couple of years later, tells Ron she only started to realise thanks to his example, apologises for being a dick about his love life

Isabel: Yeah I guess actually

I think Molly can get fierce

Clare: She's probably got a bit of pure blood/homophobic anxiety that she cloaks as objections about THIS PARTICULAR boy

Isabel: Either she loves you and adopts you right away or she is like /pulling shotgun down from the shelf/

EXACTLY

She's like

Blaming herself, oh I should have paid more attention and NOW look what's happened

Poor Ronald, always neglected

And Ron's like... mum... this is great

I am happy

Is not problem

Clare: Ron is like I AM NOT DOING THIS FOR ATTENTION JESUS CHRIST

I mean he's probably enjoying having the attention of a quiddich super star and I bet he'd even enjoy the celebrity status of The Boyfriend a bit (best friends get sidelined but romantic partners are news) but he's not doing it FOR attention

Isabel: Yeah, and I think the suggestion that he is would just make him so mad

First confused and then mad

Oh the ANGST

Clare: Especially since that's Krums biggest anxiety

Isabel: Mr Weasely would be chill. I feel like in this whole equation he is the chillest

Clare: What would Percy say? Would social climbing or doing the done thing win out?

Also the attention thing is a way for parents to make their child's relationship all about them. Oh you want me to LOVE you more! No mum I'm growing away from you this is normal

I think Ron would get jealous around Bill and Charlie because they'd swing in all oh our brother is rebellious and has a cool boyfriend? Well we are cool rebels also welcome to the family Victor

Isabel: Yeah... I think Percy is probably pretending to be chill with it and being a bit smarmy to Krum then says something awkward and homophobic and it's worse than if he'd just said it straight up

Clare: I think a lot of Liberal but still pure blood families would take the line of, 'it's fine that you're gay...because you're the sixth son so your blood line isn't in danger and making a socially advantageous match is probably more important for you anyway! And Ron is like Y I K E S

Isabel: Yeah exactly, well I suppose you have enough sons Molly amirite

What do we think about the Krum family?

Are they just happy that their son is forming human relationships

Clare: Hmm. How do they feel about celebrity? Do they think Ron is Not Good Enough or are they actually quite a normal family and are glad Krum has an ordinary guy to keep him grounded?

Isabel: I kind of don't want Ron to have to deal with random Bulgarian disapproval

I think maybe a quite normal family who had a kid who was a genius and has been at boarding school/ travelling for years and years

Maybe Krum already came out to them so that drama is in the past

Clare: Yeah and when he brings Ron home for dinner they're just delighted that Krum is home at all and that he's happy

Yeah maybe he did

He's probably had a lot of time to introspect because of his image and maybe he's an only child?

Isabel: And Ron speaks accented but ok Bulgarian by this point and they're like !!!

Clare: I think one aspect of the large family thing that WOULD affect Ron is its just that much harder to have a private word with your parents so confiding about yourself, especially when you're not 100% sure, just isn't part of the family culture

And there's no time for introspection when you're jockeying for position with six siblings

So Krum is out to his parents while Ron isn't even out to himself

Plus Krums just that bit older

Isabel: No, when you ask for a word it's all 'yes Ron' a bit exasperated

Clare: Krum’s family are just delighted that Ron speaks Bulgarian and is a normal guy who likes their son for himself

Isabel: Maybe they have some kind of cool engineery job and Ron goes out the back and is like well my dad likes cars I will try and help

Uses his mathsy chessy knowledge

Clare: Re. Homophobia I think it is important that it's not all YOU'RE GOING TO HELL like the Muggle brand but instead is very focused on producing pure blood children. Also with the smallness of the pure blood community I bet there's a lot of, not official arranged marriage, but kind of assumed marriage, like in Pride and Prejudice or what may have happened with Prince William and Kate, like, there's three girls your age who your family's on speaking terms with who aren't your first cousins and it'll massively throw off everybody's plans if you don't marry one of them

Yes Ron helping with engineering

Isabel: Headcanon of the Krums as magical engineers with a side passion for quidditch

Clare: I bet he picks up arithmancy that way. Can't learn it in the classroom, can learn it in the garage. And he comes home from the holiday able to actually help his dad with the car and thenceforth Mr Weasley is on board

Isabel: Yeah exactly... they're a bit 'sigh ok this means you're not gonna marry bertha from the bakery but hell at least it's not a veela'

Clare: Also wizarding society is inherently conservative, they haven't even updated their writing system, so anybody doing anything different is looked askance at unless they can play themselves as a genius eccentric like Dumbledore

Isabel: So yeah then Ron turns out to be WHOLESOME af and Krum’s family are like... ok fine. this is fine. In fact yay!

Ok I have to go do some work but this has been almost as good as having the fic itself

Clare: Maybe I'll put a summary on my tumblr and see if anybody wants to adopt it

#harry potter #ron weasley #victor krum #hermione granger #fanfiction #monstrous conversations

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taegienthusiasts · 7 years ago

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BTS Reactions [Asking for affection]

Author’s Note: This is the first of many reactions for our blog and I’m actually really excited about them. Also I know the tenses shift a bit and it’s a little awkward to read but I’ll get the hang of it soon. XOXO Reggie

Seokjin:

The two of you would be watching a movie at home, but Jin would be sitting on the other side of the couch inhaling the popcorn you had made, and hogging the blanket all to himself.

“Jin, I’m freezing. Gimme the blanket.” You weren’t even cold but you didn’t know how to tell him you just wanted to cuddle while the two of you watched the movie. The only problem was, Jin was really invested in the movie so he just threw the blanket over to you without blinking away from the screen.

“Jinnnnnn, that’s not what I meant,” you said as you wedged your cold feet under his shirt into his side.

“Ahh, what the hell (Y/N), your feet are freezing,” pausing the movie, Jin would look at you and push your feet away from him. “What do you mean that��s not what you meant?”

You put your arms our and moved your fingers in a squeezing motion, signaling for him to come to you. Jin laughed so hard he snorted. He crawled over to you and pulled you over to his side of the couch wrapping the two of you in the blanket. He kissed your cheek and played the movie.

“Why didn’t you just say so,” he asked, kissing the back of your head.

Yoongi:

“Yoongiiiiii, let me hold your hand” you would whine as the two of you walked down the sidewalk, making your way to the main street.

“Why, we’re almost at the restaurant?” Yoongi would secretly love how needy you were and how much you loved skin ship. He would never tell you, but he probably loved it just as much if not more. But he loved to tease you about it just to see how annoyed he could make you.

“Because I want to.” You would pout and puff your bottom lip out making his insides twirl. Just digest those fucking butterflies, he would think to himself.

“Yeah whatever” he would say grabbing your tiny hand. He would act annoyed but literally two seconds after complaining about it, he would pull you in closer and walk down the side walk with his arm around your waist pecking kisses on the top of your head.

Namjoon:

It would be a really rainy afternoon of doing nothing and the two of you would be playing cards or some shit like that listening to NPR on the radio. Namjoon had just won for the 4th time in a row and you lost it.

“Why can’t you let me just win one?” you chirped, clearly frustrated.

“Why would I let you win?” He looked genuinely confused and his puzzled face made you laugh.

“Because you’re supposed to,” you giggle out your words and he smiles at how cute you are. You stand up, bored of the game, stretching your arms and your sweatshirt comes up a little exposing the band of your leggings.

You didn’t even have to ask, because before you knew it, Namjoon scooped you up and plopped you onto the couch pulling you in close and wrapping his arms around you kissing the back of your neck.

Hoseok:

You were having a really bad day and when you came home from work you plopped down on the living room floor and curled up in a ball waiting for Hobi to get home. It was at least an hour and a half before the door opened and in walked your boyfriend. He didn’t spot you until he almost tripped over your body.

“Babe, what are you doing?” he asked as you groaned on the floor.

“Hobi?” you looked up at him and he was trying to hold back laughter from how funny you looked groaning and rolling around on the floor. He knelt down next to you, putting his keys down on the coffee table.

“Hmm?” he said stroking your hair through his fingers.

“Can you just hold me?” Hoseok didn’t even ask any questions he just curled up next to you on the carpeted floor and pulled you into him. He played with your hair as he held you.

Jimin:

You wouldn’t even have to fucking ask, this boy would be all over you. It would be more realistic to ask him to stop hugging you if anything. But on the rare occasion when he wasn’t giving you affection he would immediately cave.

You two would be on a plane and Jimin would be falling asleep, but you just wanted to stay up and talk to him.

“Jimin,” you’d say. His eyes would open slightly and he’d turn his head to look at you.

“Yeah bebs?” His voice groggy from the flight.

“Can I sleep on your shoulder?” Jimin would laugh and grab your head pulling it into the crook of his neck and you guys would fall asleep like that.

Taehyung:

“(Y/N), why are you all pissy?” Taehyung asked, clearly confused and a little worried by your actions. You were mad that he’d been ignoring you for the past couple of hours for some new video game he was playing online with Jungkook. You sighed at him at sat up from the bed, glaring at him while he sat at his desk.

“It’s been like 3 hours, I just wanna hug you.” He laughed at your statement, muting the microphone on his head set. “Why are you laughing at me?” you were getting sensitive and if he kept teasing, you’d cry.

“Because you’re so cute baby,” he un-muted the microphone, “I gotta go Jungkook.” he said quitting the game and putting the headset down. He walked over to you and crawled on top of you plopping himself down, letting all of his body weight crush you.

“I’m not getting off.” he said said and you giggled, wrapping your arms around him.

Jungkook:

Jungkook sat at his desk playing some new video game with Taehyung while you did homework on the floor. It was getting kind of late and you felt kind of sleepy. Yawning, you looked up to see Jungkook with his mouth open, and his eyes glued to the screen. He’s gonna blind himself, you thought watching him play 3 inches away from the screen.

“Fucking hell,” he blurted out making you jump a bit, “how the fuck did Taehyung beat me?” You giggled at his sudden outburst. He was surprised to hear you laugh through his headphones.

“Shit, babe. I forgot you were on the floor” He laughed gripping his chest with his hand. You smiled and stood up walking over to him.

“Jungkook, can you take a break?” you asked placing yourself on his lap. He nodded and you took his headset off and closed out the game.

“Are you done with your school work?” he gulped

“No, I’m just taking a break. Can we make out for a bit?” Jungkook loved when you were so forward. He leaned in and began giving you really slow sloppy kisses.

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locoforshuri · 2 years ago

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You Forgot? Pt 2

shuri x black!fem!reader

heyyy guys here’s the highly anticipated part 2 and hope you enjoy! love you bebs💓 (enjoy the plot twist)

warning: fluff

word count: 1 808!🤍

translations: sthandwa- love

nkosazana yam- my princess

After what felt like a while, you tears finally decided to stop creating a waterfall. The woman you loved most in the entire world, forgot you existed and the most important day of your relationship. The thought of it slowly brought tears to your hazel eyes. There was a silent knock on the door. You expected it to be Shuri. “Come in, it’s open.” You said while quickly wiping your tears and fixing your hair. The door slowly opened, revealing a worried Riri. “Hey, Y/N. Mind if we talk?”

Before Riri came, Shuri dashed to your room but started to rethink her decision and slowly turned and walked away, thinking you should have some alone time. Which led to this moment.

“Oh hey, Ri. Yeah of course. Make yourself comfortable.” You said trying to make your voice less trembly after crying. But there was no point. You couldn’t hide it from Riri. She always knew when you weren’t okay. She was your childhood best friend after all. “Listen Y/N. I over heard what Shuri and Okoye were taking about. I had no idea that you guys were even dating and I-“ she was cut off by you. “ Ri, relax. Its- Its… not a big deal” you said, trying to smile through what you know is a big deal. “So what are you gonna do? Your not leaving right?” Riri asked standing up with a worried expression on her face. “Well not really leaving. I just need some time to heal so I’m gonna move to the guest bedroom next door to yours.” You said with a thinking face. “But I promised myself, whatever happens I would give this gift to her so I’m gonna leave it on the bed. “ After hearing you say this, Riri sighed with the most guiltiest expression plastered on to her face. “Y/n, I can’t hide this from you forever. Might as well just come clean right?” You looked at her confused with your head tilted to your side. “Talk to me Ri, whats up?” “I like Shuri.” She said quickly, trying to avoid eye contact with you. You froze. Your breaths started to hitch. Your eyes were fixed on the girl you haven’t seen in 3 years. “…What? Your joking… right?” You said as tears started to blur your vision. “I know we just met but I felt we had this… this connection Y/n.” She said slight hesitation in her voice.

“What. The. Actual.” You said looking at Riri ragefully and only pure anger towards her. “Look, I’m so sorry- I never knew you guys were-“ You cut her off. “Where is she?” You said, staring at the door with angry tears in your eyes. “Uh, she’s in the lab, but look Y/n I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ You didn’t let her finish. You stormed out of your room, leaving her sitting on the bed.

You made your way to the lab, only to find your girlfriend sitting on her chair, with her hands over her forehead. You heard sobs that broke your heart into a million and one pieces. You made your way into the lab, Griot announcing your prescence. “Princess, Miss Y/N has arrived.” Shuri quickly turned her head towards you. You could see her beautiful eyes were bloodshot red. It hurt you too see her in this state. But, y/n always stands her ground. Shuri wouldn’t be an excuse. Or was she? You walked over to Shuri and sat next to her in the chair Riri previously sat in. “Shuri, all I have to ask you is why?” You asked her, looking deep into her irises. She knew what you meant by this and took a deep breath before explaining. “Sthandwa, I know nothing can clearly explain my actions and that doesn’t mean you should forgive me immediately. What I did was wrong. I broke your promise, I ruined our day and I brought a girl over on our anniversary which makes it way worse. My love, I am sorry. Deeply. I will find a way to make it up to you. Today. On our Special day. I-“ you cut her off with a curious smile etched on your face. “You knew she had feelings for you, didnt you?” She looked at you. With only pure shock on your face. “Yes, but obviously I just wanted to be friends with her. I knew but I have you. I just wish I could reverse time and make it up to you.” She looked at you with pain in her eyes. She hurt you. And she knew it. And you knew it. You found yourself melting at her. “I’ll give you one chance, Shuri. One. I will not entirely forgive you but everyone deserves a second chance.” You said with a more stern look in your voice but softly trying not come of as mean. Thats what Shuri admired about you. You always knew how to get the word across but in the right way. And that’s why the people of wakanda respected you. “Okay, sthandwa, thank you.” She said smiling with her eyes which she knew you loved.

12:03 PM

Shuri knew she wronged you. If she blows this, she knows it will never be the same between the two you. 3 years thrown down the drain. Just the the thought it broke her.

She needed the help of people who knew you best. Herself, Okoye and Riri. Riri offered to help in anyway she can. Shuri herself was shocked to learn that you guys used to be the bestest of friends. Riri needed to make it up to Y/N. Especially after everything Y/N has done for her. It feels right.

After brainstorming of what felt like forever, they made a list of everything you liked.

- picnics

- the color pink

- anything floral

- minimalistic stuff

- deep chats with eachother

- sunsets

Then finally, it hit her. The perfect anniversary date. Queen mother. Shuri remembered that her mother always used to talk about their shuri’s relationship with y/n. And she always helped her plan stuff such like this for her.

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18:54 PM

Shuri had told y/n to get dressed in something on the more cute side. In something shes more comfortable in. She wore her kimoyo beads on her wrist and headed out.

(Try to imagine this)

Everything was set up. She really hoped that you would like it. Maybe even more than hoped. She prayed to Bast this would be the bandage of the neglect you had towards her. You were being taken to your date in one of the aircrafts accompanied by two Dora’s.

Your eyes were covered by one of the Dora’s, Aneka. You too were pretty close too. She slowly led to you to where Shuri had planned your date. As you were walking you could feel the fresh breeze of Wakanda hit you and smiled. The Dora removed her eyes but still told you not to open them. You could hear her walking away leaving you alone. Or so you thought. “Hello? Is anyone here? Shuri?” You said hoping someone could here you. “Evening my love, are you ready?” Shuri said out of nowhere which got you a little frightened as you gasped. “Ready for what?” You said with clear confusion. Before Shuri spoke again, she went to stand behind you and put her hands on your waist in a very gentle manner.

(Imagine this setting)

“3…2…1… You can open your eyes now Nkosazana yam” Shuri said with tenderness and softness in her voice. You were hesitant but slowly opened them. Only to be greeted with the most beautiful thing your eyes have ever laid on. There was a beautiful mountain your feet were placed on with a pink checkered blanket laid out on the ground with a basket filled with grapes, strawberries, melted chocolate and a glass of champagne. The blanket was surrounded by rose petals and as one rose laid in the middle. There was a purple, gold miniature box that laid in the middle with the rose accompanying it.

For a while there was silence. Even though this was everything you could have ever wished for, both of you knew you needed to talk at some point.

“Listen sthandwa, nothing can ever change what I did. After reflecting on myself, I realised I have not been the best girlfriend. Heck, I haven’t even been a girlfriend. Deep down from the bottom of my heart, I really am sorry. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and no girl will ever replace you or even be in competition with you. My actions were wrong and I truly hope you forgive me. I love you y/n. I really do. I hope you know that.” Shuri stated softly with tears in her eyes looking at you and then shifted her vision towards the sunset in front of them” You looked at her with happiness and peace. “Beautiful isn’t it?” She nods. “Not as beautiful as you.” You blushed and Shuri smiled at your reaction. “Shuri, I love you and even though what you did was wrong, you remembering these little things about me and doing the right thing, thats more than enough. I forgive you.” You leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. She blushed but tried to hide it. “What’s in the box?” “Open it and read the note”

As you held the box you opened it and saw the most beautiful silver and purple ring encarved with your initials on it. On the top inside of the box, the note read in Shuri’s handwriting

“You are the one for me. You are the only one for me. Will you accept this promise ring as a token of my love?” You teared up as you nodded smiling and hugged Shuri like there was no tomorrow. She embraced your hug and pulled away wiping you tears and kissed your forehead.

“Well done Shuri, you did it.”

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Hey guys so im gonna finish the story here since I feel writing a part 3 would have been a bit unnecessary.

lmk what you guys think🫶🏽

taglist: @dejaonline @yvxmpire @inmyheadimobsessed @stevengrant-enthusiast @queenofsimpsblog (some usernames were not found)

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aactyng-blog · 3 years ago

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omg i'm 30

hello, i'm 30 and i have big feelings about that. fear is pretty big. maybe it's having expectations and not meeting expectations. life took me in a different direction than i thought. this is a big lesson. this is supposed to be creative writing, but

it's not.

it's my journal. in my acting blog, i mean aactyng blog. what's up w the y. i don't think my computer setup is ergonomic. maybe i should limit the time that i'm in this position.

anyways. hello, how are u? i hope you're doing well. despite the things that are going on in our head, i will always love u. i am always here for u. i know that days aren't easy but we also know there is joy in living. and despite, our big feelings about 30, it's a revelation. it's discovery. it's coming up against the suffering mud of being alive, with the opportunity to turn it into a beautiful lotus. what is a lotus, seems pretty elusive, fantastical.

story in a monastery. mindful living, the commitment to celibate life. we had the pope. and now we can have this.

suffering, the cut from friends i talked to every day for a period of time. cut from myself. that suffering. i'm rambling, i'm bumbling.

my darling. my dear darling. take a moment, and breathe.

my life is just too great. i love u.

creative writing. journaling. feelings. thoughts.

the more years i live, the bigger the container for my thoughts.

things are coming up. weird weird weird.

look at this blog post, is this why i don't have more followers on youtube.

haha. nice.

dearest love. i need to drink a lot more water. my lips are dry.

dearest love, thank you for taking care of us. thank you for the effort u put in, i see u. i see ur effort, and your knowledge. i see your suffering and your effort. and i appreciate it. i know you're doing a lot. and i think u deserve to rest and relax. we deserve to live. we deserve to be happy and to be joyous. we deserve to let go of heaviness and sadness. we don't have to carry the anger of our ancestors. we are allowed to soak in the sun, listen to the rain. absorb the greenness of plants + beauty of flowers. u deserve that. u deserve to be happy and free. i love u

dearest love, as u embark on this wednesday, april 13 of the year 2022, know that i walk beside u. w the million things we could do, we can just breathe. just be alive. dwell in the present moment.

dearest love, good luck. w the knowledge that u have, it's not easy. and so that's why we practice. we take refuge in the ways of our ancestors. we lean on them and let their spirit and energy carry us. we are not alone. my ancestors carry me forward. let them. let them guide me, take me by the hand.

i'm 30. that means i've been alive for 30 years. i feel like a sage and yet there are more decades to go. i'm learning to live, w myself. i'm facing myself for what feels like the first time. no mirror of a partner to distract me, to hold my love, adoration, and affection. no partner to distract me from my pain and suffering. no one to run to. i am developing my own partnership w myself. i am cultivating self soothing practices, i am rewiring my brain and my heart, so i can lean on me. so i can see when i am hurt, and learn how to heal, by myself.

when he said he liked me, it was weird. i didn't see it coming. i didn't know what to think or how to feel. but he got my attention. and he kept it. at least for a while. and i was confused, i was distracted, but the conflict grew bigger. and then i started running away. i started pushing back. and so the cycle began. and i've been trying to stop it. it's been a journey. a roller coaster of highs and lows. i observe life. and i live it. i am caught up in in.

and now i'm here.

more for another time.

have a good day beb <3

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fymoanstax · 7 years ago

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Merry Birth (Changkyun x Reader)

Request: Hi bebs~ it’s almost my birthday and would it be ok if you make a changkyun birthday oneshot? It’s on Feb 2, but no need to rush ^^ I hope you all have a good day/night ~

Happy Birthday, Anon! We hope you have an incredible day and enjoy this masterpiece written by Admin Hyungwon! Have the best day ever!

-Admin Wonhoe & Admin Hyungwon

“Y/N, wake up,” you heard a whisper trying to cut through your sleep. You turned, grabbed the pillow and placed it over your head to drown out whoever was trying to disturb your peaceful sleep. The bed creaked as you felt someone get in next to you, pulling you closer to them.

“Babe, come on wake up,” the voice had raised from a whisper. It finally clicked that it was your boyfriend, Changkyun, trying to get you to pay attention to him. You, however, still felt the need to sleep for a couple more years.

You groaned, turning again, this time your face on Changkyun’s chest.

“Let me sleep,” your voice was muffled against his shirt.

“No. It’s 10 in the morning. It’s time for your birthday,” Changkyun tried to get you to at least open your eyes.

“My birthday is cancelled. Try again next year,” you snuggled closer to him once you realized that he was very warm and you were still cold despite being under 500 blankets.

“Your birthday can’t be cancelled! There’s gifts and everything. Plus, I planned a scavenger hunt.” You could hear the pout in his voice.

The mention of a scavenger hunt forced your eyes open, soley so you could give him a confused look.

“A scavenger hunt? You managed to plan a scavenger hunt?” The thought of him being that organized and keeping it a surprise came as a shock to you. This was the same guy that tried to surprise you with breakfast and tried to make 3 different recipes, and instead somehow mixed up all the ingredients and you got sweet eggs and sausage flavored pancakes. All while managing to set off the smoke alarm which definitely ruined that surprise when you ran down from your room with a spray bottle. How had he managed to pull off a surprise scavenger hunt?

“Well, the other guys planned it. They gave me the first clue so we could do it together,” he explained and it all made sense.

“So, the guys planned a scavenger hunt?” you raised an eyebrow.

“The gift it leads to at the end is purely from me,” he quickly said, making sure you knew that he did have actually have this planned.

You sighed, before eventually giving in and throwing the covers off feeling cold air hit you immediately. It was almost enough to make you climb back into bed, but when you looked over at Changkyun, he was flashing his puppy dog eyes. You didn’t know what this scavenger hunt entailed, but he looked extremely excited for it. You jumped out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans to change into.

“Okay I have the first hint here!” Changkyun jumped off the bed, taking out a piece of paper from his back pocket.

“Do you know the answers to any of these?” You asked as you slipped on your jeans.

“Nope. That’s the fun in it. But I do know that all the riddles have to do with you,” he said as he read the first hint. “Like this one,” he turned the piece of paper so you could read to.

“The second hint is located where Y/N goes first thing in the morning,” you read out loud. “So the kitchen?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Changkyun went to open the door. You sighed, walking out your room and into the kitchen. “Now the real question is where did they actually put the clue,” he wondered as he walked behind you.

“They didn’t say on the paper?” You asked, reaching for the paper in his hand. He gave it to you to examine carefully. On the front side said the first riddle, but when you turned it around there was another sentence.

“The clue sits on top of what keeps the things she loves cold,” you mutter to yourself. You thought that was a really weird way to phrase that it was on top of the fridge, but you decided to not comment on it. Then it actually hit you that it was on top of the fridge. Your guys’s fridge was approximately 6 feet tall and you were not tall enough to reach the top.

“Hey Changkyun. It’s on the fridge,” you informed him.

“It’s…what?” he looked over your shoulder, reading the piece of paper. “Okay yeah I think I can get it,” he said with full confidence.

You turned to look at him with uncertainty. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe he could, it was just that sometimes he had trouble reaching for things and keeping his balance.

He saw the look on your face and smiled to reassure you, “I’ll be fine! I’m pretty sure I can reach.”

You sighed and gestured for him to continue.

Changkyun made his way to the fridge, standing on his tiptoes to reach the top. He looked as if he was struggling for a minute, reaching as far as he could to try and feel for a piece of paper.

“Changkyun? You need the ladder?” You asked, watching as he tried to get more on his tiptoes.

“No, I’m good I…I almost got it,” his voice strained as he kept trying. Suddenly, you saw his feet leave the ground and he was starting to actually climb the fridge to get it.

“I got it!” he grabbed the piece of paper, turning to smile at you.

“CHANGKYUN THE FRIDGE!” You yelled as you saw the fridge start to tip over. You started to run over there to push it back, but Changkyun just jumped off which made it go back to being flat on the floor. You still ran over there, putting your hands out to try and stop him from falling. Your eyes were wide as you let out a breath of relief that the fridge (and your boyfriend) was safe. You looked up at Changkyun and he had a cheeky smile.

“I got it,” he chirped.

“A fridge almost fell on you!” You said in disbelief.

“I mean I still got it!” Changkyun pointed out, fanning you with the piece of paper.

“Just….what does it say?” You shook your head.

“To find the third clue, go to where Y/N met a guy who didn’t know how to do laundry,” he read one side.

“Hey I knew how to do laundry!”

“Changkyun, sweetie, you were mixing your red with your whites,” you put a hand on his shoulder.

He pouted, flipping the card over. “The other side just says Tide. It’s Jooheon’s handwriting.”

“Alright let’s go to the laundry room,” you said, heading towards the door.

Changkyun went ahead of you, grabbing your hand as he passed you.

“Do you think it’ll be a hard clue?”

You walked behind him, shaking your head.

“Thinking about the last two clues? Definitely not.”

“Tide bottle!” Changkyun exclaimed, grabbing one from the shelf. He didn’t expect it to be so heavy and the unexpected weight made him almost drop to the ground.

You laughed, taking another one off the shelf. This one was empty, making you believe that it was the right one. You turned it around in your hands, trying to find any indication that there was a clue. Eventually, you thought to open up the top. That lead to you finding a rolled up piece of paper hiding.

“Found it!” You turned to look at Changkyun and found him about to pour out the liquid.

“Great you found it!” He immediately closed the bottle, placing it back on the shelf.

“Were you about to—”

“Don’t worry about it. Where’s the next clue?” he asked, standing next to you to read it too.

“The car Changkyun borrowed to take you on your first date. You’ll find the last clue where Y/N left her lipstick,” you read it.

“Do you remember whose car you borrowed?”

Changkyun nodded, “Yeah. I borrowed Wonho’s. I remember because I practically begged him because I wanted to look cool in front of you.”

“You thought I would care about your car?” you tilted your head slightly.

“I had already embarrassed myself when you had to physically stop me from mixing up my laundry, and then right after I tried to introduce myself, I realized I was holding underwear,” Changkyun relived the memory.

“You weren’t the only one embarrassed! I had flung my laundry to the floor and you had to help me pick them up after we had sorted your laundry. You were holding my underwear and I wanted nothing but to die. And then that’s when you asked me out. Right,” you paced around the laundry room until you got to a certain spot, “here.”

“Actually,” Changkyun moved you a little bit to the right. “Right here. It was under the light that nobody can fix.”

You smiled, looking up at him. “I would have fallen for you even if you didn’t have Wonho’s car.”

He gave you a huge smile back, “Let’s go get that last clue.”

Meanwhile, back in your apartment, the rest of the boys were setting up for when you came back. You didn’t know that though. You just thought that the scavenger hunt would lead to a huge teddy bear or something. Changkyun had different ideas. He had asked the guys if they would organize a small scavenger hunt. At first, they thought he was insane. Sure, it was only a small one and he would plan the actual huge event that he was keeping secret, but it was still insane to them. It was only when Changkyun revealed what he was planning that they all agreed wholeheartedly to help. They even offered to set up the house while you two were looking for the clues.

It was not going well.

“Where’s the dog?!” Kihyun yelled, running through all the rooms. He found it extremely irritating that they had managed to lose a puppy.

“Why are you trying to find the puppy?!” Hyungwon asked, putting up streamers.

“It has the ring!” Kihyun answered.

“Why does the puppy have the ring?!” Hyungwon looked at him.

“It was supposed to go on his collar, but when I tried to put it there he put it in his mouth! He hasn’t swallowed it but it’s only a matter of time!” Kihyun looked under the couch.

“Hey, Wonho?” Minhyuk asked as they were setting up food on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah?” Wonho placed the pizza down.

“Did you unlock your car?”

Wonho froze, holding a plate of cookies.

“….Did you roll down the windows?” Minhyuk raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly, the boys heard a crashing noise from outside and then a car alarm. Wonho let out a huge sigh. “They fucking broke my windows didn’t they?”

Minhyuk went to look out the window and nodded. “Yeah. They did.”

“She better say yes or else I will scream,” Wonho grumbled.

“OW!” Jooheon’s voice was heard from the other room. “SHOWNU DON’T JUST STAND THERE GET THE DOG!”

Shownu,however, just stood there, watching as the dog ran past him and to Hyungwon, who had just gotten down from the chair.

“Just get the ring out?” Hyungwon said, confused why this was such a huge deal. He knelt down, trying to get the ring, but the dog immediately growled at him, causing Hyungwon to back off. “Never mind.”

“They’re going to be here any second,” Kihyun said.

“He won’t let go of the ring!” Jooheon said, trying again, but immediately jumping back.

“Well food and decorations are done,” Minhyuk walked to the couch.

“That’s great and all but the dog has the engagement ring!” Kihyun gestured to the puppy sitting in the middle of the floor.

“He hasn’t swallowed it so we’re good! Maybe he knows it’s for Y/N,” Minhyuk defended the dog.

“I can’t believe this. Changkyun was supposed to go to the other room and grab the dog and give it to Y/N. Okay maybe if we pick—” Kihyun’s thought process was interrupted by the door opening.

“….ends in our house? Where we started?” Your voice echoed as you walked through the door. You stopped immediately when you saw all the boys in different areas of the apartment. There was a mess in the kitchen due to Minhyuk and Wonho cooking in there. Kihyun was still kneeling in front of the dog. Jooheon was standing on the counter, trying to get away from the dog while Hyungwon was taping streamers on him.

Shownu pulled out a party popper and pulled the end, releasing confetti. “Happy birthday!”

You looked over at Changkyun who had the most confused look on his face. “Yeah! Happy birthday Y/N! It’s…It’s your party!” Changkyun said.

You tilted your head slightly, confused at the sight before ultimately bursting into laughter. “You guys…you really planned this for me?”

“Well it was Changkyun’s idea,” Minhyuk said.

“I love it guys,” you grin, walking in, gasping when you saw what was waiting for you. “Is…is that a dog?”

“Yeah. You said you wanted a dog so I…got you one,” Changkyun said, gesturing to the puppy wagging his tail.

You immediately ran over to him, picking him up. You heard Jooheon scoff when the dog didn’t growl at you.

“Do you like him?” Changkyun asked.

“I love—” Suddenly, you saw something hanging from its mouth. It was shining whenever you moved him. You set the dog down, trying to get the object out his mouth. The dog easily let go of what he was holding, his tongue licking your hand. You pulled the object closer to you to examine it more closely.

It was a ring. With a real diamond on it. You were very confused, wondering why the dog had this. You turned around to question Changkyun, but he was already on one knee. Your eyes widened as he just stared at you with a huge grin.

“What are you doing?” you asked, trying to remind yourself to breathe.

“Y/N. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I see myself having a life with you. I want to have a life with you. I want ten dogs, a huge house, us playing pranks on the guys when we’re 70. Everything. So,” Changkyun took the ring from your hand. “Will you—”

“Yes!” You didn’t even give him a chance to finish. All you knew was that you had tears coming from your eyes and you couldn’t let him finish. You wanted to answer right away.

“Yes?” Changkyun got up, grabbing your left hand.

“Yes!” You repeated, impatient to kiss him.

“Hey think about it for a second. You’ll be marrying Ch—” Wonho started to say before the rest of the guys shushed him.

Changkyun laughed, placing the ring on your finger. “Happy birthday Y/N.”

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WRITER ASK MEME! 1,2 and 9 If it’s not too much

3 questions is definitely not too much, don’t you worry, anon ;3

1) Tell us about your WIP!

My current WIP is Pryza, a SciFi novel I started as a challenge to myself to do something other than Fantasy, and I’ve gotten pretty damn attached to it. The first draft is almost done, as a matter of fact! ;) But rather than go on for days about it like I could, I’m going to restrain myself and share the hasty synopsis I put together for Camp NaNo a while back:

Maika Sumi loves her job…mostly. She, along with the other members of BEB (Build Etak Better–a program dedicated to converting the planet into a livable place), is helping humankind conquer the inhospitable red landscape of Etak. But when a ship is shot down near the faculty site and its pilot is brought in for questionable purposes, Maika begins to wonder what cost her employers are willing to pay to achieve their goals.

Mysterious tragedy begins to fall on the other members of BEB, and Maika finds herself fleeing both the authorities and her former bosses after the actions of her coworker Rewill Lase force them out into Etak’s wastes. With the pilot in tow, it comes to light that the powers acting on Etak are as cloudy as the dust storms that plague the surface.

Maika is soon given a choice– turn the pilot over and attempt to return to her life as it was, or join him on his task to retrieve the Scepter of his people and unearth the truth surrounding who is really in charge of moving Etak forward.

2) Where is your favorite place to write?

I write on my computer, grounding me to my desk pretty completely. So, my room/desk is my favorite, by necessity lol

Which is fine, because I can fit more empty Dr. Pepper cans and snack on my desk than on the couch or the windowsill next to my bed(which are my secondary writing places). :p

9) Favorite/least favorite tropes?

Just gonna recycle my answer from the last ask I got on a writing meme:

I love tropes. Tropes are great. I don’t pay enough attention to the specific names and groupings of them, though, so I struggle to name any in particular that I like or dislike.

That said, one trope I love love love is “sarcastic, aloof character who acts like a dick is actually a wonderful and caring person, they’re just shit at expressing their true feelings”. Wins me over every time.

My least favorite trope is the shoddily-done love triangle. I’ve screamed about this over and over so I won’t go on a tangent, but love triangles where the “big decision” comes down to “oh, I love this person so much oh my god I can’t even breathe when they’re in the room with me, I need them in my life. Oh, and this second person who appears in book 2 for some reason is kinda cute too I guess, idk? HOW WILL I CHOOSE??!!” I get a little cranky.(Love triangles where there’s actual suspense and confusion and drama, and the final decision is anyone’s guess? Delicious. But painfully rare)

#ask Rai #anon

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It’s Your Birthday!

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Featuring: Tom Holland (and special guest Tessa Holland)

Warning: fluff af

Prompt: This is actually a small drabble for my best friend (LOVE YOU BEB) because it was just recently her birthday and this is for her.

But it’s a drabble of the reader’s birthday and Tom is overly ecstatic about it. Because he obvi would be.

Sun filtered through the windows as you woke in bed. The large duvet falling off your head as you sat up. The city scape spanned out in front of you, the dazzling orange of the rising sun cascaded over the tall buildings and sky scrapers. Your hair was a mangled mess, as usual in the AM. You yawned happily, turning over to see that the spot beside you was empty beside from the large greyish brown ball of fur. Your eyebrows drew together in confusion and dismay.

“Tessa,” your hand reached out to pet the sleeping dog. She stirred at your touch and rolled over on her stomach, staring up at you with adorable puppy dog eyes. “Where’s daddy?” You asked her, rubbing her belly playfully, looking around the empty bedroom for your boyfriend.

Tessa wiggled back onto her stomach and hopped off the bed, pouncing over to the bedroom door. You guessed she was going to lead you to Tom, or that she had to use the lady’s room.

Groaning at the thought of having to get up out of your comfy bed, the door suddenly swung open with much force. Scaring Tessa, making her take a leaping step back. You nearly yelped in surprise if it weren’t for Tom who came into the room. Carrying a tray that brought a beautiful smell of breakfast food.

“Happy Biiirthday!” He sung cheerily, coming over to your side of the large bed. “Happy Birthday to my looove, Happy Birthday to you!” He placed the tray on the bedside table. Your ears burned in embarrassment at your boyfriends horrendous singing. He leaned over and pecked you on the cheek, sitting down beside you, his eyes staring happily into yours.

“Good morning, Tom.” You smiled sweetly at your adorable boyfriend. His hair nearly falling into his eyes. His big grin never leaving his face as he laid down sideways on the bed. You sat up to sit criss-cross as Tessa jumped back up onto the bed to join the both of you.

“It’s your birthday today, did y’know?” Tom asked, resting his hand in your lap, on top of the duvet. You reached over to grab his hand in yours, playing with his soft fingers.

“Of course. But, I think you might be more excited than me.” You laughed. “Which is saying a lot, because I love my birthday.” Tom laughed loudly at you, his eyes squinting with the amount of his smile. You enjoyed watching him laugh, it brought a feeling of joy to your stomach like butterflies.

“I am very excited it’s your birthday because this whole day is all about you.” Tom said, his eyes glancing down at your interlocked fingers. “Even though, I like to make every day all about you because you’re my world.” He said, his smile faltering slightly as a sense of seriousness washed over his features. You stared adoringly at his large brown eyes, feeling the biggest feeling of love for the boy in front of you.

“You’re too much,” you breathed. Tom only snorted. You leaned over your lap to connect your lips with his. He reacted instantly, using one hand to snake around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body. It was then you realized he hadn’t even been wearing a shirt. How could you not have noticed? You, yourself were only wearing a Green Day tee and Tom’s boxers.

Pulling away, smiling against your wet lips, Tom whispered; “I got you something.” Making you pull back from him in surprise.

“What? No, Tom.” You started, shaking your head in confusion. “I thought we agreed no gifts. I don’t need anything.” You said to him, staring at him in bewilderment. Tom laughed, getting up from the bed, the warmth that came from him dissipated as he headed to the bedroom door.

“But I couldn’t resist,” he said as he disappeared out the door. You slumped back into the bed, pouting like a kid. He never did listen to you. You turned to face Tessa, who stared up at you from her head rested in her paws.

“Well, Tess,” you sighed. “At least you listen to me.” Reaching over, you gave her a pet on the head as Tom came running back into the room. This time you enjoyed watching him shirtless, walking over to the bed to sit beside you, his hands behind his back, a large smile on his face. You raised your eyebrows in slight delight. Sure, you didn’t want a gift but you couldn’t help but be excited about it.

“Are you ready?” Tom asked, biting his lip in anticipation. You nodded your head, making him laugh. He pulled his hand around and placed a neatly wrapped gift in your lap. It was decently small, and had a large bow on the top. Lifting it up, it wasn’t too heavy but enough that it didn’t feel like a feather.

“Oi, stop inspecting it and just open it!” Tom teased, watching you with much bemusement. You rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him. You pulled the bow off and opened the pretty packaging. You nearly screamed in surprise as the box revealed itself.

“You didn’t!” You yelped in joy. “Tom!!” You got to your knees, staring at the black box in absolute love. Tom laughed.

“I knew you wanted that one and you didn’t have the time to go about it, so I took it into my hands.” He said, looking at you with so much adoration. You placed the box gently down beside you and wrapping your arms tightly around Tom’s neck. He wrapped his own arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

“Thank you,” you breathed, staring at him in love. Tom pressed his forehead to yours.

“You’re most sincerely welcome.” He said, smiling at you. He then tightened his arms, bringing you closer to him and connecting your lips once more.

Your heart swarmed with different emotions as you thought about what your boyfriend did and does for you. You couldn’t believe he went out of his way to buy you the new camera lens you wanted, even though you both agreed no gifts. And it was the exact lens you wanted, the one you kept googling and searching for.

You couldn’t help but smile against Tom’s lips, making him pull away to stare at you.

“Something funny?” He asked, teasing you by brushing his hands underneath your shirt and running his fingers along your sides. You stopped smiling. You hated being tickled.

“No, Tom.” You breathed, trying not to laugh. “I’m just vey happy.” You said. Tom smiled.

“I’m glad, bug.” He said, before his fingers brushed against your sides higher up. Your heart skipped a beat, realizing he wasn't aiming for tickling, but something else.

“Thomas!” You yelped, your laughter bubbling out of you as Tom rolled you over to lay on top you, devouring your face in soft kisses.

“I-” a kiss to your forehead. “Love-” a kiss to your cheek. “You.” A kiss to your nose. You stared up at his brown eyes, completely and utterly in love.

“I love you more, Holland.” You breathed, your arms draped around his neck.

“Not possible.”

aaaaAaahhhh! I hope you enjoy it beb - Xx

happy birthday love, hope this makes up for it being late <3

PS. anyone who is confused, my beb really wants this lens (85mm 1.2 Sigma) that’s why she got a lens.

Prompt List: (x)

Tag List:

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#tom holland #tom x reader #tom imagine #tom holland imagine #peter parker #sm:h #notso spider-man #spider-man #marvel imagines #MCU #birthday imagine #tag list #prompt list #Tessa holland #imagines

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