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cybrasigilism · 10 days ago
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Nothing Like A Sharp Dressed Man (Nam-gyu X F!Reader ONESHOT)
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warning: smut | not proofread | lowercase intended | roommates to lovers(?) | light choking | degradation | oral (m! receiving) | PiV (wrap your willy if your gonna get silly) | nam-gyu’s a bit of a dick (shocker i know) this is my interpretation of the character, please be respectful even if my opinion on the character differs from your own
character: nam-gyu (player 124)
A/N: saw a drawing someone made of nam-gyu in his work attire pre the squid games and my mind got straight to work. i know this is not requested but i need to indulge in some OG works from time to time. enjoy!! (THE SMUT PART IS A BIT SHORT I FEEL, I APOLOGIZE)
MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised
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your experience with roommates was interesting, to say the very least. it truly was luck of the draw when it came to the array of characters you’ve shared a space with— but hey, anything to stay afloat and pay rent, especially in this economy.
when you first met your latest roommate, nam-gyu, you were certain the two of you would not get along. he was smarmy, standoffish, and just plain rude. not to mention he was a complete hypocrite; whenever you had a friend over at any point of the day, you would get texts from him telling you to keep it down (or rather “shut the fuck up”, if you were going to quote him directly) due to him having to work later that night. but whenever he had friends over at ungodly hours of the night, making all sorts of noise and blaring music, you weren’t allowed to comment on it. he wouldn’t fight you on it, but you may as well not say anything because it truly is in one ear and out the other with nam-gyu.
you two never agreed on anything. you were almost always at each others throats, it even got to a point where you would go out of your way to spite one another— for example, one of you might use the last of something without replacing it, or say if you wanted to watch TV in the living room; you had better make it snappy to claim your spot or else nam-gyu will have “spontaneously” decided that he wanted to watch TV too. i mean, god forbid you two actually watch something together, that would require tolerating each other’s presence for more than 3 minutes and that was definitely out of the realm of possibility.
or so you thought.
up until a certain point you actually had no idea what nam-gyu did for work. all you knew was that his shifts were at obscene hours, and he would always wake you up when he got back home with the ridiculous amount of noise he made coming in the house. you were mystified when you caught a glimpse of him all dressed up in his full-black business attire. you didn’t really get a chance to take the view in though, because he was out the door before he noticed you staring. you remember feeling your cheeks heat up, butterflies in your stomach— oh my god,
did you find him.. hot?
you doubted these feelings at first, telling yourself that even if this was how you felt about him dressed like that— nothing would ever come of it. as far as you knew, nam-gyu hated you just as much as you did him, right?
right?
you tried to remind yourself that this was your combative, hypocritical, asshole roommate. this was the guy who always got the last slice of pizza just as you were about to grab it; the guy who uses up the hot water before you take a shower; the guy who.. looked really good in those dress pants from the glimpse you got at him—shit. you were completely cooked. you knew you were cooked when you caught yourself waiting to hear nam-gyu leave his room, so you could sneak a peek of him in that damned uniform before he left for work; you definitely knew you were cooked when you found yourself fantasizing about him. you had to fill in some details with your imagination, which was the worst mistake you could have made because god that just made you crave him more. you should have been completely ashamed with your actions when he started coming to mind while you fucked yourself; imagining his hands in place of your own between your legs, wondering what his moans sounded like. fuck, you knew he would kill you if he found out about how perverse you had become. but that would never happen. i mean, you were being discreet…. right?
unfortunately, you weren’t being as discreet as you apparently thought. one faithful night, while you were trying to sneak a peek at nam-gyu getting ready to head out the door, he noticed you. fuck, you thought, whipping around the corner so fast you hoped he hadn’t realized what you were doing. the feeling of butterflies was more-so out of nervousness now, you tried to rationalize to yourself as you paced in your room, biting your nails anxiously. “maybe he won’t suspect anything, i mean how could he? it was just this once..” you tried to think critically here, how would he be able to deduce that you were undressing him with your eyes just then— and had been for the past dozen nights? you figured it would be best to just sleep it off, and hope he didn’t ask any questions in the morning.
a loud knock jolted you awake. you glanced at your phone. “4:22?” you knew who it was, but why was he knocking on your door at 4:22 in the morning? nam-gyu knocked again, to which you drowsily said “i’m coming, i’m coming.” as you threw on your sleep shirt, baggy enough to shield your lack of pants. you opened the door to see nam-gyu, still in that uniform. you must have been giving him quite the look, because he raised his eyebrow and snapped his fingers almost in your face. “hey, my eyes are up here dipshit.” you jumped, making direct eye contact with him, not realizing where you had just been looking. “what the fuck what was that earlier? didn’t take you for a stalker.” damn, he was onto you.
“a stalker? no i was just..” “just what?” he cut in, causing you to purse your lips in frustration. “just getting more visual material to jack off to later?” your eyes widened when he said that, causing him to laugh in a way that you knew was at your expense. “god.. i had a feeling that was it.” he scoffed, you felt your cheeks grow warmer by the second with embarrassment. “you really didn’t think i could hear you moaning my name through the wall? hell i’d be surprised if the neighbours didn’t hear..” you couldn’t bear to look at him anymore, you were humiliated. had you really been so fucked out of your mind that you didn’t catch yourself moaning his name? “look, i’m sorry… i should have never even—“ you started, actively avoiding his eyes. he did something then that caught you off guard entirely. he grabbed your chin, redirecting your gaze to meet him. “sorry? shit, if you’re gonna be a dirty little slut, don’t apologize for that.” you were confused, even more so because that little name he called you made you feel.. something.
nam-gyu knew what he was doing to you, and he was about to take full advantage of that. for some reason, having you at his mercy like this was totally turning him on. he couldn’t deny the way his pants tightened when you looked at him like that— fuck it. “oh..” he noticed the way you pressed your thighs together just then. “oh, you like it when i call you that.. don’t you?” you nodded instinctively. his grip shifted from your chin to your throat, squeezing lightly as he moved in close enough to whisper to you. a light moan leaving your lips as he did so.
“then why don’t you show me how much of a slut you can be.”
you don’t know how you got into this situation, having nam-gyu’s dick shoved between your lips, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to mind. his grip on your head was almost strong enough to be painful, but you were too focused on the sounds he was making to be bothered by it.
“oh fuck… fuck, your lips—“ he groaned, bucking his hips up into your mouth. you whined around him when the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, but that only egged him on. “yeah, you like being used like this, huh?” he was enjoying this way more than you thought, hell he was so eager to have your mouth on his cock he didn’t even take his clothes off. not that you minded, of course. “you’ve been waiting for me to fuck your mouth like this, haven’t you?” nam-gyu’s words were broken up by moans and whimpers he failed to mask; you really had no idea the effect you had on him up until this point. just then, he pushed your head down as far as you could go, mustering a gag out you.
“it’s rude to ignore people when they ask you a question.” he said through gritted teeth, chest heaving from how good your mouth felt on his dick. you looked up at him, eyes watering. “answer me, bitch.” whether it was the way he looked so. damn. good in the uniform, or the way he was ordering you around like a dog; you felt your pussy clench around nothing, god you needed him right were he wasn’t so bad it hurt. you nodded, hoping that if you did what you were told, then he would finally cut to the chase and fuck you. “oh, so you can follow orders.” he smirked, pulling your head off his dick and sitting back onto your bed. “in that case, ride me.” your eyes widened, but you did what he said without a word, straddling him as though you were in a trance.
both you and nam-gyu made an indescribable sound of pleasure when you sunk down onto his cock. he gripped your hips as you did so, sliding you down even faster. you cried out, and he kept you bottomed out on his dick for a moment. you thought for a second that it was to allow you time to adjust to the full length of him, but he wasn’t that nice. you were just getting used to him when he began to move you up and down his dick, biting his lip as he did so. “oh my fuck!” you moaned out, planting your hands onto nam-gyu for balance. his grip on your hips was so firm you were positive he would bruise you, but you didn’t really give a shit then; too focused on how fucking amazing his cock felt inside you then. “shit, you sound like such a whore—“ he was one to talk, becoming less and less able to cover up his own slutty noises. “it’s good i’m fucking you like the little slut you are then—fuck.”
even on top you were completely at his mercy, and you loved it. you loved the way he fucked up into that tight pussy of yours almost carelessly, you loved being able to take in the full sight of him in his work clothes while he did it too. the way his shirt, unbuttoned down his chest, looked disheveled as he used you this way; the way you knew you were making a mess of his pants when your hips collided; the way he was so desperate to put you in your place like this that he saw no time to change out of the outfit he knew got you off in the first place. everything that was happening to you right now under any other circumstance would have not turned you on this much, but for some reason that outfit changed everything.
and you definitely didn’t want it to stop anytime soon.
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thanks for reading! i apologize for the lack of dialogue, this was just an idea i had and i wanted to put it to “paper” as soon as possible! thank you guys for putting up with my self-indulgent nonsense again :P
as usual, any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested! have a fantastic day/night lovelies 💋
tags: @gongyoosgf @kouzih @strangelife122 @gabbystinks
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cameronsprincess · 11 months ago
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https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/drudyslut/739556685075611648
Rafe dating pogue reader and she and her (maybe she still lived with her family too) are moving houses/apartments and she’s like “rafe will you help me/us move?” And he’s like “sure?” And after moving boxes and furniture all day he’s like “I’m never letting you move stuff again. I’ll just pay someone. This was too much work” and then one of the first things they do once she makes her bed with sheets and blankets is fuck...
he’s such a cutie, willing to help then later on saying “yeah fuck this next time i’m paying someone”
CW: smut! 18+ established relationship, rafe’s a lil sweetie but also whiny bc manual labor, unprotected sex, praise.
note: this has been in the drafts since January (LMAO) and idk if i even like it but here ya go. likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated <3
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You’d been waiting on this day for so long. Finally getting to move out of your parent’s house, and live on your own. You wouldn’t lie and say you weren’t going to miss them, of course you were, but living on your own meant getting to do whatever, whenever. It also meant you could have your boyfriend over whenever you wanted without the fear of your parents coming home and interrupting whatever it was you and Rafe were doing.
Your parents weren’t too fond of the idea of you dating a Kook. The Kook prince at that. But they didn’t know Rafe like you did, no one did. Not even your friends understood your infatuation with the eldest Cameron child. But not even the snide remarks and insults your friends and family made about Rafe made you leave. You loved him. And he loved you.
You’re sitting on your bed, swinging your feet back and forth as your eyes scan the length of your childhood bedroom. Boxes are scattered all around the room, the walls bare from removing all of your pictures and posters. You finally had everything packed, and now, all you needed to do was get moved into your new apartment.
Pulling your phone from the back pocket of your shorts, you pull up Rafe’s contact, pressing call and placing the phone between your shoulder and face. It rings once. Twice. And finally, he answers.
“Hey baby, what’s up?”
You smile. “Hi, Rafe. I was wondering if you could come help me? I have all my shit packed, but no way to get it moved into my new apartment.”
There’s a long pause. His silence making you wonder why it’s taking him so long to make up his mind. You are his girlfriend after all, he should want to help you.
He finally speaks after a beat of silence. “Sure, princess. I’ll be over in thirty.”
Your smile widens. “Okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”
“Love you too, princess.”
You hang up the phone, deciding you could use a quick snack before he arrives, and making your way into the kitchen.
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Thirty minutes later you’re lying in your bed, scrolling through TikTok when you hear a knock on the front door. Smiling to yourself at Rafe’s arrival, you hop out of bed and make your way to the door and swing it open.
“Hi, princess.” Rafe says, the smile you love so much gracing his face.
You step into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. “Hi, handsome. Thank you for coming to help me.”
His hands grip at your hips, pushing you back so his blue eyes are on yours. His eyes scan the length of your face for a minute before he speaks. “Of course. I’d do anything for you, baby.”
You can’t contain the wide smile that spreads across your face, butterflies explode in your stomach at how sweet Rafe was with you. Letting out a content sigh, you grab his right hand and begin pulling him into the house and to your bedroom where all of your stuff was.
“Okay, so I really just need help with my bed, dresser, and desk. I can fit most everything else in my car, and your backseats…”
Rafe exhales deeply, his eyes slightly widened when he looks over the expanse of your room. He brings his left hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. “Fuck. I should have just hired someone to do this.” He says admittedly.
You frown. “Baby, if you don’t wanna help I can always call JJ and John-”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not. I’m going to help you baby, you just have… A lot more than I remembered. I guess it looks like more while packed all up and not placed in its respective places throughout the room..”
You smile up at him. “Yeah I guess so. I really don’t have all that much..”
Rafe dips his head down toward yours, placing his lips on yours softly. “I love you. Let’s get you moved.”
You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off. “Oh, and never say you’ll call those fucking pogues to help you out again. As long as you have me, you have my help, and I don’t want you hanging around them more than you already do..”
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Three hours, and many boxes and pieces of furniture later, you and Rafe had finally gotten all of your stuff moved into your new apartment. The two of you are laid in your bed, his right arm tucked under your waist while his left is draped over the top of your waist. His left hand rubs slowly up and down your side, his face buried in your neck as he whispers softly against your skin. “I love you, but never again. Next time you move, I’m hiring people to do that shit.”
You giggle, turning onto your side so you’re face to face with him. “I’m sorry, you didn’t have to help baby, but I’m happy you did.”
He tightens both of his arms around your waist and rolls onto his back, bringing your body with him so you’re laid on top of him. You place both of your palms on his chest, pushing yourself up so you’re straddling his hips.
His hands rest on your hips, his fingertips lightly scraping at the exposed skin of your sides, a trail of goosebumps rising. “Will you stop that?”
You frown. “Stop what?”
“Acting like I hate helping you. I don’t.”
Sighing, you say. “I know you don’t hate helping me, Rafe. But I know you didn’t enjoy that.”
He smirks. “I didn’t. But you know what I will enjoy?”
The feel of his cock hardening beneath you has you gasping. You playfully smack his chest. “Rafe Cameron. You’re such a horny bastard.”
His darkened over eyes find yours as his smirk widens. His fingers dig into your hips, pressing your clothed pussy into his now hard cock. “Only for you, princess.”
A squeal comes from your lips when he lifts his body, tossing your back onto the freshly made bed. He grabs at the hem of his black T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head and tossing it to your bedroom floor. Your hands fly to his defined abdomen, running your nails down the soft, yet hard skin.
“You wanna play, baby?” He asks, his voice is low and raspy, making arousal pool into your panties.
You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding your head as your eyes find his.
He smiles widely, quickly popping the button of your denim shorts before working the zipper and sliding the fabric down your legs. He moves to your shirt next, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the floor with his shirt and your shorts.
You’re left in nothing but a red, lace set. Rafe’s eyes take in your entire body, making you squirm underneath his stare. “Rafe.” You breathe out. “Please, touch me.”
He smiles widely, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties and sliding the lace fabric down your legs. His fingers dance across the skin of your lower belly, making a shiver run through your body and your breath hitch in your throat.
He runs his fingers down the expanse of your stomach and down to your inner thighs. His fingers brush across your aching clit and your hips buck upward. He begins sliding his fingers slowly through your wet folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers before he removes them and brings them to his lips. You watch in awe as he sucks on his index and middle fingers.
He hums in appreciation. “So wet, so sweet… And all mine.”
You watch as he quickly strips himself of his khaki shorts, leaving him in a pair of black boxers. Your right hand goes to palm his hard-on through his boxers, pulling a low groan from his throat.
“So fuckin’ needy, baby.”
He slides his boxers down his legs and his hard cock springs free, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. Your mouth waters at the sight of his long and thick cock.
Rafe firmly grips the base of his cock, stroking it softly before he lines himself with your entrance. He slides his swollen tip through your soaked folds and you whimper, hips bucking wildly with need for him to be inside you.
He slowly pushes the head in, pulling a soft moan from your lips. He grins, pushing more of himself inside your wet cunt. He groans when he finally pushes all the way inside, your warm inner walls clenching around him tightly. “Feels so fuckin’ good baby, fuck! I’ll never get enough of this sweet pussy.”
You whine when he slowly pulls himself back. His right hand grabs at your left leg, lifting it and placing it over his shoulder, allowing him better access to thrust himself in side you. A sharp gasp falls from your lips when he slams himself back inside you, his head hitting that sweet spot inside you.
Finding a good, quick pace, Rafe slams himself in and out of your soaked pussy, the squelching sounds of your cunt and skin slapping skin bounce off the walls of your small bedroom.
You wrap your hands around his waist, pulling him further into your body as he continues his assault on you. “Ffffuck, Rafe! Please! Harder!” You cry out.
A low growl rumbles through his chest, his hips picking up in speed. He harshly slams in and out of you, hitting at your g-spot with each thrust.
“Fuck, baby! ‘M gonna fucking cum all inside this pussy, you want that? Want me to fill your greedy hole up with my cum?”
You whimper, chest rising and falling rapidly as a warmth spreads in your lower belly. Your pussy tightens around his cock, squeezing at him tightly as your release nears.
“Yes! I want all your cum, Rafe! Please!”
You shout out a string of curse words followed by his name, legs shaking uncontrollably as you come undone around him.
He harshly thrusts one more time, his dick twitching inside you as he comes undone right behind you, filling your pussy with his cum.
“Fuck! Such a good fucking girl. My fucking girl” He coos as he thrusts two more times, fucking his cum deep inside you.
He drops your left leg onto the mattress and collapses on top of you, his breathing uneven. He rolls onto his side, wrapping his arms tightly around your body and pulling you into him, leaving a kiss at the top of your head. “I love you, princess.”
You smile, your heavy eyes fluttering. “I love you too, Rafe.”
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nicholasdaymiller · 5 months ago
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could you do the prompt “lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos” with nick miller and a super short reader??
SHORTIE — nick miller x short!gn!reader
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[imagine the gif is how he lifts you up 🥰]
-> okay, here's my first attempt at writing nick miller fic. it's very short, as i said they would be, but i hope you enjoy! i'm nervous lol
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it's the eighth wedding of the season. you and the loft family: winston, schmidt, jess, and nick are all sitting around your table, a little bored, and very much wanting to go home.
jess taps you on the shoulder, and you blink rapidly, realising you had been dozing off, "huh? what?"
"they're doing a wedding party photo," she explains, "come on."
"let's get this over with so we can get the hell outta here." winston comments as he rushes out.
you follow your group of friends out onto a field outside, where the entire guest list is shuffling around, finding their spots for the photo.
you end up wedged to the left of the bride, a couple of heads back. the photographer announces loudly that he's ready to start taking shots, and that's when you get up on your toes, trying to get your head in over the taller people in front of you.
tip toes aren't enough, so you try jumping whenever the photographer yells, "aaaand, 3, 2, 1..."
the jumping doesn't help either, so you grab onto schmidt and nick's shoulders. "guys, can you boost me up a little?"
schmidt doesn't hear you amongst the chatter of the guests, but nick looks down at you, confused.
"why?" brows scrunch as he looks down at you.
you gesture pointedly at the people blocking you from being in the photo. "i'm too small." you laugh.
"i gotcha, shortie." nick glances around, then smiles, "i have an idea."
your eyes widen when you suddenly feel one of nick's arms wrap around your waist, while his other slides under your legs. he hoists you up bridal-style. "oof! there we go."
the new height means you can see above the heads in front of you. "uh– thank you." you reply, trying to ignore the butterflies that swarm your stomach at the contact — your arms wrapped around nick's neck, his holding you up with ease.
the photographer yells, "alright! last one, let's make this a fun one!"
you glance at nick, and he nods at you encouragingly before turning back to the camera and sticking out his tongue. you wrap one arm tightly around him, then throw your other arm in the arm, grinning at the camera.
a few days later, when the photos are posted on facebook, you stop on a particular shot. in this photo, nick had just picked you up, and your eyes are locked onto each other, while the rest of the bridal party is looking ahead. you click save.
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[if you want me to try writing some more nick stuff - go to this post for some prompts you can send in ❤️]
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l1v1ngd3dgrrl · 1 month ago
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Bestie pls hear me out 😩😩 your work on ao3 is mind blowing AMAZING! If you are taking requests can you write like a Daisuke/reader fic where they’ve been trying to sleep together (secret relationship type deal) but they’ve been getting cockblocked by every member of the crew until they finally get time of their own with pent up feelings
AN: I audibly gasped when i read this request, anon your miiiiiind. Fuck yeah let's do it! Also thank you for enjoying my work aaaaaaaaa, it makes me so giddy when i get comments like that! thank you for your patience <3
Alone Together [Daisuke x Reader]
word count: 2,503
Cw(s):getting cockblocked/sexual tension, Daisuke gets a little rough here and doesn't pull out, usage of babe/my girl, soft dom Daisuke(?), Shitty attempt at dirty talk again because ya ghoul cannot write it well at all. Leg locking?
Continuing my contributions to the Freaksuke agenda <- that is a joke, please don't get mad at me. I may have gotten a lil too carried away with this one (sweats)
MDNI banner: Cafekitsune.
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Having a secret relationship wasn't something you ever imagined yourself doing. Especially with one of your co-workers. You've worked at Pony Express for about 3 years now, and never really found yourself drooling over anyone in your crew. (Okay there was that ONE time you thought Curly was really hot but that's over and done with.) It was unprofessional and would make things awkward.
That sentiment flew out of the window when you met the newest member joining you for this Haul, Daisuke was the new 22 year old intern working with Swansea. Unsurprisingly Swansea made it very clear from day one that he wasn't thrilled with it, which did affect him negatively causing him to be pretty shy when talking with the rest of the crew. Over time he warmed up to everyone, eagerness similar to a a cartoon protagonist at times but in the most endearing way.
Now this little (at the time) one-sided crush didn't happen all at once, It was about a month into your haul when you noticed that you'd get butterflies in your stomach whenever you heard him talk, laugh or do literally anything. He could breathe and you would just stare at him like he hung the moon. It was an interesting display on your part, hopefully he didn't catch you staring and think you were weird.
By the third month he let it slip that he thought you were attractive. The exact way he confessed it was a little hard to remember but it was in the dorkiest way possible-lots of fumbling of words and finger guns. Ever since then you two begun dating in secret.
The hardest part about all of this was trying to get more intimate. There were only a certain amount of places you two could do it with the lowest risk of getting caught. No place was truly 100% risk free, which became increasingly obvious when you kept getting cockblocked by everyone.
First it was Anya, as sweet as she is you slightly resent her for scaring the living hell out of you when she needed Daisuke for his psyche eval. She didn't see anything, and it's not like you two were actually fucking but you were pretty close to doing so. The sudden knocking on the door killed the mood and startled both of you.
"Another time, I promise." Is what he whispered before placing a kiss on your lips.
The second incident was when you paid a visit to Daisuke in the utility room, completely innocent at first. You had to run a binder to him. When Swansea grunted out that he was going on break and to not linger too long and distract him that's when the tension in the air boiled over. Alas, much like last time you two didn't get very far and had to scramble to get yourselves decent before Swansea could barge in and lecture the both of you.
"Next time we won't get interrupted?" he awkwardly said, not fully convinced in his own words.
The third time the two of you were giggling and placing heated kisses on each others skin, on your way to your sleeping quarters. Clothes were discarded on the floor and hands were wandering over bare skin, maybe this time was finally the time you didn't get interrupted.
The sound of a very grouchy Jimmy banging on your door for you to "Shut the fuck up and go to sleep." caused you to audibly groan in frustration. "Fine-Fine!, Just go away!"
Daisuke looked as if he was about to cry.
And of course the breaking point for the both of you was when your captain of all people almost caught you. Frustration was starting to eat both of you whole.
It was one night when everyone had gone to bed earlier than usual did Daisuke pull you into his sleeping quarters, kissing your skin feverishly and panting like a dog. "I can't hold off much longer please," he whined. "I don't even care if we get caught or whatever." You agreed wholeheartedly.
It's been nearly a whole month since the two of you had sex. yikes. You were probably more worked up than he is.
"We should at least move the desk in front of the door-as a precaution y'know?" you murmured. Daisuke nodded eagerly and rushed over to move the piece of furniture in front of the door.
It wasn't the heaviest thing in the world, but it often took you a bit to move it by yourself. Daisuke on the other hand was moving it with ease as if it weighed nothing. Hot.
After the desk was moved he turned to you and began pulling his shirt over his head, careful to avoid snagging it on his earrings.
This was your cue to do the same, you gripped the hem of your shirt and began to peel it over your head. In the split second that your vision was blocked by the fabric Daisuke had taken it upon himself to drop to his knees and start placing kisses down your now exposed abdomen. You giggled, the feeling of the kisses tickled and felt odd.
Once your shirt was fully off he stood back up and kissed you again, walking you towards your bed. Your knees hit the side of the mattress and both of you dropped backwards. He moved his knees on either side of your hips, as he sat back on his haunches eyeing you over wordlessly. "You're so hot." he blurted out. You giggled and pulled him in for another kiss. "I know."
Both of you didn't know where to start, there was an awkward pause as you both sat in silence thinking about what you wanted the most. You took the lead and reached over to his pants, palm instantly going over and rubbing him through his jeans. His hips jerk forward briefly and he groans, eyes rolling back.
It's dark, but you can feel the pre starting to seep into the fabric beneath your palm. Warm and slightly sticky. You bite your lip and wrap your hand around the bulge and proceed to jerk him the best you can through the denim. His breathing is starting to get heavier, huffing and groaning as he clutches the blanket underneath the both of you.
"I want more-fuck I need more." he says, heavy with want. You give him a firm squeeze before bringing your hand up to unbutton his jeans. With Shakey hands he helps you, happy to finally ease this tension. His pants hit the floor with a quiet plop and he's left in his boxers, the front of them wet with his arousal. "Lay back on the bed." You command gently, he obliges wordlessly.
This time you're the one on top, your knees spread on either side of his legs and kissing down his abdomen like he had done to you minutes prior, stopping once you reach his boxers. His breath hitches and you tug the fabric down. His erection springs free and he winces slightly at the temperature change.
You take him into your palm, thumb spreading the pre down his shaft as lubrication and pump him a few times. On the bed Daisuke grips the blanket and lets his jaw fall slack. You lean foreword and take him into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head.
He keens and sits up ever so slightly, propping himself on his elbows. He likes the way your cheeks hollow around him, the feeling of your tongue as it spirals around the tip and then down this length. Before things could go too far he stops you, and you let out a disapproving whine.
"You deserve some action too." he says, his thumb coming up to wipe away some saliva on your lip. "I mean yeah, But I was having fun." He rolls his eyes and pulls you in for a kiss.
"Let me take care of you for a bit."
"ugh fine." you playfully groan. You stand up and drop your bottoms, much to Daisuke's surprise you weren't wearing underwear. "Nice." he grins and you lightly smack him on the shoulder.
He has you lay down beside him, legs spread and his hand trailing up your thighs. His fingers trace up your slit and he grins, "Wow you're like really wet right now."
"Can you blame me?" you ask, drawing in a shaky breath as rubs small circles on your clit.
"I can't," he presses wet kisses to your neck. "And I won't." His fingers begin to work inside you now, curling as he moves. You let out a low moan and spread your legs just a bit further.
He continues, relishing in the soft gasps and moans he draws out of you. Once he hits that one specific spot that makes you cry out he smirks and focuses on it, fingers pumping in and out of you faster. You're moans get a little too loud and he gently covers your mouth with his palm.
"I love hearing you, but I think I would actually die if we get interrupted again." He pulls his palm away and replaces it with his lips, groaning as you whine into the kiss.
His movements continue, and as you draw closer to your boiling point his movements cease. He pulls his fingers from you and pulls away from the kiss. Now it's your turn to protest, you were almost there!
Before you can even say anything Daisuke is moving to where he's hovering over you, elbows pressed into the stiff mattress. "Did you want it this way babe, or did you have another position in mind?"
"Lemme ride."
"You got it."
He trades places with you, laying on his back yet again and caressing your hips as you line up with his cock. You sink down on him slowly, biting your lips to suppress a moan. Daisuke has no intentions of quieting himself. "Hoh fuck-" He sucks in a sharp breath once he was fully sheathed inside you.
He holds onto your hips with an almost bruising grip, careful not to hurt you. You begin to rise and fall into his lap, skin meeting skin with a 'plap' sound. Quiet moans and gasps pour past your lips as you continue to ride him, the long over due feeling of feeling full is almost too intense.
Beneath you Daisuke is slack jawed, eyes darting between your face and where the two of you meet. Despite the obvious pleasure he's experiencing it's obvious that he's wanting more, clearly holding back something.
You lean down and graze the shell of his ear with your lips, the feeling of your breath so close sends a shiver down his spine and goosebumps to form on his skin.
"You don't have to hold back." You whisper, You sit back up to look at his face. His eyes widen. "Wait what?"
"Don't hold back, You're super tense right now."
He swallows thickly and his hands squeeze tighter on your hips. "I would but like-" he pauses and bites his lip. "I don't wanna hurt you."
You snort and roll your eyes. "If I didn't think I could handle it I wouldn't have asked." For a moment he just stares blankly, the cogs in his brain turning.
"Meaning..?"
"Meaning I want you to give it to me," You grasp his jaw lightly in one hand and tilt his head up to look directly at you. "Hard."
In an instant his demeanor does a 180 and a wicked grin stretches across his face. "Say less."
His feet press into the mattress and he begins thrusting up, pace brutal. You yelp and grip the sheet below you. "Daisuke!" He merely chuckles and continues, his hands pulling you down to meet his thrusts.
This side of him is something you thought you would never see. Not that you thought he was 'weak' or submissive or anything, he just didn't seem like the type. Though when you're constantly being cockblocked by your crewmates emotions get bottled up quick.
Your eyes roll back as he continues thrusting, jaw falling slack and letting any and all noises flow freely. Somehow it felt like he was deeper, his cock hit new spots in you and you thought you were gonna see stars. The room is filled with the bed creaking and the sound of your bodies slapping together, there's no way that the others didn't hear you.
Suddenly he pauses, gasping for breath below you.
"Tapping out?" You ask snapping out of your daze. "Not yet, Might need to change positions though." He eases you backwards, hovering over you as your back hits the mattress for a second time. He lines himself back up with your pussy and pushes in.
Instinctively your legs wrap around his waist and pull him closer. His hips draw back and he resumes thrusting, your body bounces with each push and pull. Over the various noises you hear him mumble praises out to you, how good you feel and how well you're taking him. You moan his name unabashedly, head falling backwards and eyes squinting shut. Without a doubt you were going to be sore tomorrow, the ache starting to set in now. You didn't care, it felt amazing.
"That's my girl." he pants, his hands gripping the sheets beside your head and thrusting even harder. "I can't last much longer, Where do you want it?"
Wordlessly you tighten your legs around his waist and lock eyes with him. He swears and nods. "There? you got it babe." With a few more sloppy thrusts he's spilling inside of you.
He stays buried as he catches his breath, his hand coming up to trace your jawline. "God, You're beautiful."
"You too." He leans down brushing his lips against yours and pressing a few slow deep kisses against them. After he pulls away you point to the nightstand next to you. "I should have some tissues in the drawer."
He looks down to where both of you meet and snorts. "Oh whoops, yeah almost forgot about that." He slides out of you, and you feel his cum start to ooze out. He opens the drawer and pulls out the tissues you mentioned, grabbing a handful and cleaning you up first. It won't get all of it, but it'll clean you up enough.
Once the clean up part is over he climbs back into bed with you, pulling you close. "I uh- wasn't too rough with you right?" he asks, brown doe eyes searching your face eagerly. "You weren't too rough I promise," You brush hair away from his face and smile. "I kinda liked it." His face flushes and he smiles awkwardly "I'm glad you did, not sure if I'd be able to do that all the time though."
"We could always hold off for another few months." you tease. "Please don't." he adds on quickly, "I think I would literally explode." You snort and kiss him. "I'm kidding!"
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dovesdreaming · 7 months ago
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hiii oml ignore this if you don't write for her... but uma x gn reader who's ariel & erics kid and lived in auradon blah blah blah and they have a kinda enemies to lovers type thing?
like "your mom tried to kill mine " and "well maybe your mom shouldn't have been more stupid!" but they realize they aren't as bad as what they thought and blah blah blah
I hate that I like you
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(Is gn reader just for aesthetic of reader)
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This is one of my favourite requests I’ve ever done! I’m sorry it took so long I just really wanted it to be something I was proud of but I’m not sure if it is 🤷‍♀️. I really hope it is enjoyable though <3 Definitely making headcanons with this relationship soon!
Word count: 1.7k (my biggest fic yet!!)
Warnings: none
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When the barrier between Auradon and the isle was taken down you didn’t have many strong feelings either way about it, but when you saw a face you recognised just a bit too much that’s when your blood boiled at the thought of everyone disrupting the life you had built here. You also hated the way that face made your stomach fill with small butterflies.
All the villains kids were allowed to attend Auradon prep which you were curious about so you signed yourself up as a welcomer, something you would come to regret.
You were each assigned a person to welcome and show round the school and as you picked up the name of your assigned person you could already feel the annoyance that came with their presence. The name read Uma and as you walked up to her her grin only grew it was like she had planned this, she loved to taunt you.
With your parents being Ariel and Eric and her mother being Ursula it was like it was in your blood to hate each other. Your parents hatred for one another influenced your opinions of each other meaning you always bickered with each other as you both wanted the last word.
You only glared back at Uma and huffed. You hated that she could get under your skin. You also hated how you found her even slightly attractive. You just wanted this over and done with now, any curiosity you had was gone now replaced with irritation. You kept your tour brief and blunt not bothering yourself to be helpful to Uma. She of course replied to this with her own gift of insults about the school and you. Her words were along the lines of “I didn’t think Auradon could get any dumber or preppier” and “no wonder your mother was so dumb, she attended this school”. You gave her comments no response only quickly moving the tour on but this was what Uma discovered to be her favourite part of your relationship. She loved riling you up, trying to get a reaction out of you.
It had been a few weeks since umas arrival and she had somehow managed to work her way into your friendship group along with hook. This bothered you to no end and yet she seemed to be enjoying all your reactions, especially when she managed to find a weak point of yours that got a big reaction. Weak points she had found for you recently were the clam necklace you wore and your love for the sea, whenever she insulted you about these it felt like a personal attack. You grew to almost hate her, she had no remorse and showed no care for anyone but her own feelings. Yet she seemed to view it as a cat and mouse chase between you and you wanted out.
By month two of Uma being in Auradon you had tried to avoid her in every way, from staying in the library til late or going into the gardens and greenhouses yet she always found you. It was like she sought out your presence. It confused you to know end how she always wanted to be around you yet only ever through insults at you. While you very much still held anger towards Uma after two months of her being around it had softened around the edges the feelings you held for her only deepening. What once had been a blazing fire of hatred inside you for her was now a soft burning fire that only sparked when she touched a nerve. You had actually developed a love hate relationship. You would help each other out with minor things such as homework or answers for questions in class and you guessed she was ok but there were still things that were stopping you from actually being friends with her. You would be getting along with Uma and feel like you were getting somewhere and then she would throw a deep insult at you, this grated on you and confused you. You couldn’t understand why she would allow you to be so close then punch you in the gut. The feelings of hurt and anger from these insults slowly built up inside you until they came to a head one day.
You and Uma had recently been getting along again, everything was going well and something just had to happen to ruin it. Someone had brought up umas mother and she was trying to defend her saying she was a good person. That definitely wasn’t true and you both knew it. “Your mother tried to kill mine! How is she a good person?” Uma turned to you with venom in her eyes and she stuck her fangs into you with her next comment “your mother was mindless and dense to fall for that trick! It was her own fault”. You thought you and Uma could be somewhat friends maybe even more even if your parents had their differences but it seems she could not see past her mothers opinions. You felt slightly betrayed but you didn’t know why, it wasn’t like you and Uma had been that close of friends or anything more (if even you day dreamed about it regularly) yet it felt a knife in your back. You stepped back from her and turned to walk away back to your dorm. When you stepped back you saw realisation hit umas face yet she made no move to change her actions, she was stubborn and had to keep her appearance.
You made sure to keep your distance from Uma this time and it seemed like she didn’t seek you out either. It had been a few days without her presence and it had felt peaceful yet almost like something was missing, you knew what it was you just couldn’t admit it to yourself. You couldn’t be missing her presence could you? No you shook your head of the thought. You could never miss someone like uma even if she was nice to look at.
It had been five days since your interaction with Uma and she has mainly somewhat sulked in her room. She had regretted the words when she realised just what she had said. She let her mothers opinions Infiltrate her mind. She felt a weird sense of guilt, something she had never felt before. She would never admit it to anyone not even herself but her heart felt bruised at the thought of you hating her and whether she would ever admit it, it was because she had started to develop feelings for you. She didn’t know how to show love, she had never seen it only heard about it in book and stories. How could she love someone when she had never experienced it in anyway. So she pushed you away any time she felt her heart threatened by this rush of emotions she did it the way she knew best. Insulting you. She knew your week spots now and could poke all she wanted.
She decided to suck up her pride and at least try to apologise to you. She headed to your dorm and knocked on your door. You assumed it was your friends visiting you again so you just shouted that you didn’t want to see anyone. When you heard another knock you frustratedly got up and yanked the door open ready to ask what was so important yet you were faced with Uma with downcast eyes, something you had never seen on her before. There was an awkward paused before you questioned why she was her “come to insult me more?”. She didn’t removed her eyes from the ground when she quieter than usual asked if you two could talk. This shocked you and caused you to pause, you didn’t know Uma could be like this ur was so out of character for her. You stutters out a yes and moved out of the doorway to invite her in.
She finally took her eyes off the ground and took in your room. She hadn’t seen it and if it was any other time she would have laughed and teased you for it being sea themed. Once you closed the door you sat on your bed allowing her to sit next to you. You didn’t know where this conversation was gonna go and you definitely didn’t expect the next words to come out of umas mouth to be an apology. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you, for the whole time I’ve been here. I should have treated you as an individual and not judged you on your parents, especially considering who my mother is. I hope you can forgive me.” You stared at her face really taking in her remorse and decided that she was being honest. “It’s alright I forgive you. I shouldn’t have judged you on your mother either, im sorry.”
Now that everything had been cleared up there was a weird tension left in the room. Things still left unspoken about true feelings. As the silence grew you both made eye contact for the first time in days. Your eyes seemed to stick together like they were stuck with honey, seconds later hours as you stared at one another. She finally felt ready to welcome herself to new experiences and with that she slowly leaned in and you reciprocated. When your lips met it felt right like it was your destiny. Her hand came up to hold your chin by your ear. The kiss spoke truth and words that neither of you could ever bring yourselves to say. As you pulled apart and looked at each other again you couldn’t help but smile. Since her arrival you finally felt right in her presence like something had been missing before. Your relationship only grew from there onwards. You helped Uma learn to express her emotions, in turn helping her to love people one of them being you. What you shared with each other became quite a soft kind of love one of soft touches and smiley glances from across the room. No matter how shocked people were when they learned who your parents were it felt right between you both and nothing would ever change that. However you both may leave it a while before telling your parents exactly who it was you were dating.
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allywthsr · 2 years ago
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Hii! United fan here who’s still not over the mount signing😁😂Can I request a mason mount x fem!reader where she goes with him to the signing with his family and she’s just there with him throughout the day
Based on this video <3 https://youtu.be/tv_C7cv7wY8
NEW BEGINNINGS | (m.mount)
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summary: Mason has his first official day and needs you by his side
wordcount: 2.4k words
pairing: masonmount x fem!reader
warnings: mason and you being horny, but nothing graphic
notes: hope you enjoy! I have no clue how english football works behind the scenes, so I hope it kind of makes sense! Like and comment your thoughts please!
”Mason are you ready? We need to leave in ten minutes.“, you shouted through the still empty house. You hadn’t had time to unpack all of your stuff yet. Too busy settling into the new city and Mason was too busy doing stuff at the Manchester United centre.
A loud ”Yes, just finishing my hair.“, was screamed from upstairs. You chuckled, feeling the butterflies in you stomach, you were probably more nervous than Mason. You just couldn’t help but feel excited for this new chapter while still mourning the move to Manchester. You had loved the house in London and you loved how your friends all lived nearby. Now you had to start over and make new friends, you just hoped the other wags would be nice to you and you wouldn’t have to stand alone during the first game.
When a shaking Mason arrived at the bottom of the stairs, handsome as ever in his black pants, white shirt, and red Manchester utd jacket, you had to hug him, hoping to take some nervousness off of him and just flick it away.
”I‘m just as nervous as you are, baby. It’s going to be fine. I‘ll be there, your whole family will be there and you have us. Whenever you feel like shitting your pants, just squeeze my hand, okay? It’s going to be alright.“
He took your hand and squeezed it real tight. You let out a laugh. ”Not now love, you‘ll be fine, believe me. Later when we‘ll be in bed you‘ll laugh about how easy this day was.“
After that, he came closer to your ear and whispered: ”Later in bed, I‘ll do many things but laugh, babygirl.“
This going straight to your core. Babygirl was a nickname he only used in the bedroom or to rile you up during the day. And well, it worked. You squeezed your legs together to relieve some pressure that build up.
Mason gave you a knowing look and smirked. What a dipshit. He gave you a kiss on your neck where he sucked the skin a little and then loosened the hug. You wanted to kill him for leaving you like that.
With a smack on his bum, you made your way to the car, ready to go.
When you arrived, you first met up with his family. They stood in the car park next to their cars waiting for you and after a round of ’hellos’ and ’heys‘ you were ready to go inside. Mason had a strong grip on your hand and you squeezed it from time to time to show your support.
When you saw the cameras and the crew waiting for Mason, you wanted to go to his family who were walking a few meters behind, so you wouldn’t be in the shot, you weren’t the star of the day after all, but he kept a firm grip on your hand.
”You said you would stay by my side, I can’t do this alone now.“
You whispered a small ”Okay“ before he went a greeted the crew waiting for him. After going in and greeting the lovely desk lady and getting the tour through the halls of the center, it was time to go outside. You were stunned by the big history this club held, while never leaving Mason's side. You felt sorry for the viewers who expected to see Mason but got a free upgrade with you on his side, you also didn’t think it was something the crew imagined as they first looked a bit confused and asked several times if he was ready to film.
When you went outside and saw the set up you gasped, it looked so sweet, and after greeting and shaking hands with everyone you could go and have a better look at it. Seeing his new jersey laying on the stool you felt tingly inside.
You wanted to lose the grip he had on your hand and let him do his thing but he refused and just squeezed your hand, showing he needed the support. So you went together to the backdrop and he finally let got off your hand to inspect his new jersey. While you placed your now empty hand on his back to keep the contact and support for him.
”Pretty cool huh?“, he looked at you after unfolding it and holding it at the top, while you gripped the side to stretch it a little for a better look. You felt the material and looked at it. Mount number 7, also something you had to get used to after he had 19 at Chelsea, but seeing how iconic number 7 was, you just hoped for him to feel as good as the other boys did in it.
After turning it around you said: ”It‘s not bad is it.“ he turned to the camera and said with a little wink: ”You heard the lady, it’s not bad.“
You rolled your eyes playfully.
”Makes me wanna go on the pitch and play“, you smiled at him and started to inspect the background they set up. Seeing the baby picture, you took a closer look. You couldn’t believe how cute your boyfriend was even as a child, with the sweetest little ears and his hair perfectly styled. The fan picture made you excited, to see his new fanbase, hoping they wouldn’t kill him on the pitch, seeing the negative comments people left on his and your Instagram. And the illustrated picture of him in the Manchester Utd kit looked amazing. You hoped that you could take it home afterwards and hang it on the wall. You needed some pictures on the still-empty walls in your new home. After that, it was time to pose for pictures. So you let go of his back and joined his family, who were already talking about the experience and the energy this place radiated.
Little Summer was buzzing with excitement and had a lot of energy, so you ran around the terrace with her for a little to calm her down. Her brother Archie laid in his stroller and the sight of him made your ovaries scream. He looked so small and sweet, you imagined what it would be like to start a family here with Mason. You two always talked about how you wanted to start a family soon, but that was always before the transfer to Manchester started, now you didn’t know where he stood regarding that topic.
But Mason was just as excited as you were. Seeing you with Summer made the butterflies in his stomach fly around even more, he couldn’t wait to have a little Mason or a little Y/N running around your new home.
The pictures and videos he had to do were absolutely gorgeous, seeing him sitting in that chair did mad things to you, you just wanted to hop on his lap and do unholy stuff, but not when his family+his new crew was watching. But you definitely needed to buy a chair for the new house, it made your mind crazy and horny. After he did the media pictures it was time for family pictures for memories. The whole family gathered behind Mason and you. Mason held one of the jersey's shoulders, placing his hand on your back, while you held the other shoulder, placing your other hand also on his back, and posed for the new family picture. Mason also wanted one with only you so you did the same pose as before. And after FaceTiming his sister from Australia he felt way less nervous than this morning when he really got on your nerves. Before the alarm clock even rang, he woke you up by poking his pointer finger in your face because he couldn’t sleep anymore and felt like throwing up. You tried to get him back to sleep but it was impossible.
The video camera documenting every step you guys took made you feel a little intimidated. It wasn’t like Mason and you had a secret relationship or something like that. It was actually pretty open, often posting candids of the other on an Instagram story, or making a post about the other, but getting the official welcome on the YouTube channel was something different.
Standing next to Mason when he gave his first autograph on the new jersey, you let out a surprised sound because of how good it looked.
”Smashed it, Mase“, you told him. It looked fucking good. You wished you could take it home as a memory for later.
After walking on the green ground for the first time, you couldn’t wait to see him on the pitch, where he hopefully gets the treatment he deserved.
The interviews didn’t seem to end, the questions got sillier the longer you walked. Thankfully you had his family next to you, to keep you company. After the interviews you went to the next media station, the official signing picture. While walking to the assigned room, you were stunned again by the big halls and pictures plastered on every wall. After Mason took pictures alone while signing the contract, with his parents and family it was time for the two of you. You stood on his left side and placed your hand proudly on his shoulder while having the biggest grin on your lips, just like Mason. This was a big deal to the both of you, a new club, a new city, a new beginning. You were ready for it, scared, but ready.
”I‘m super thirsty, is there somewhere where we can get a drink?“, Mason asked. He really was thirsty but he knew the rest of you guys could also use a break. Little Archie got fussy throughout the day, not wanting to be any longer in his stroller and also desperate for a drink. So you all settled in the cafeteria, having a coffee or a water and just enjoying the peace. Mason also removed his Manchester United jacket after a: ” It’s pretty warm, innit“. While Mason held your hand under the table and placed them on his thigh, he talked to his parents who sat at the same little table as you two.
”What’s now on the Agenda“, you asked, feeling yourself getting tired after walking around the center all day.
”I think it’s a photoshoot next to the ’The theatre of dreams‘ wall, seeing and shooting in the locker room and seeing and shooting in the stadium. It shouldn’t be that long anymore my love“, he squeezed your hand. With a tired nod, you got up as the press agent, who had shown you around all day, came back from her little break, and told all of you that it was time to continue the tour. Walking to the ’The theatre of dreams‘ wall, you woke up again and got excited to see the holy ground soon. And after he finished the photoshoot, it was time to see the changing room. Passing through the door the room looked huge and you felt the energy of the players. Seeing his jersey hanging on the wall over his new seat made your heart swell. This was his dream. Playing football somewhere where he is appreciated and loved, and you had a good feeling about this place. Sitting on his new space, he got his pictures taken and then it was your turn again with the family as well, he wanted to get as many pictures as possible, needing to fill up the empty spaces on your wall at home. Standing up and walking into the middle of the room more questions were asked.
When they turned the lights red, he took your hand, squeezed it, and gave you a knowing look, which meant dirty thoughts, but played it over with a cool: ”It’s game-time baby“.
Summer was jumping around with the lights dimmed, being super excited over the change of color when Mason took her in his arms and turned around in circles. Her screeching could be heard from miles away, but it made everyone happy to see she also had a good time and wasn’t bored or making a fuss.
Walking on the holy ground of the stadium, gave Mason goosebumps as he walked around and mumbled the word ’special‘ a bunch of times. Looking at you with his big smile, he took you in his arms and just stood like that for a few seconds. Suddenly feeling very grateful that you chose to come with him on this new adventure. After a kiss on your forehead, he let go of you and you joined his family again, not wanting to be in every shot of the video or pictures. While walking through the tunnel to get to the last picture point of the day, you felt Summer taking your hand. The darkness scared her a little and she chose her auntie Y/N to protect her, everyone cooed at the interaction.
After he had his last official picture taken, under the ’The theatre of dreams‘ quote, it was time for family pictures. Everyone turned their back towards the camera and posed so it looked like you were absently staring at the pitch. It turned out to be your favorite picture out of all the ones you took today. But of course, you took one facing the camera, which also looked pretty cute.
Someone shouted: ” It’s a wrap everybody, thank you“, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Feeling the pressure flooding out of your body, you looked at Mason and you could see in his eyes how relaxed he was now.
After saying goodbye to everyone, you made your way to the cars, saying goodbye to his family as well, as they made their way to a hotel they found not far from your home. You would have loved to host them in your new house, but you barely had time to put up any furniture so the guest rooms were filled with boxes. They decided to stay in a hotel and help you the following days to make the place a bit more homier faster. After all, Mason had a busy schedule and couldn’t help as much as he wanted to.
But in the end, you were glad they weren’t staying at your place because Mason ended up showing you, how he really wasn’t laughing in bed at the end of the day.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 10 months ago
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Patch of Happiness
Pairing: John!Michael x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.3k
Warnings: fluff
Request by anon: Hey can i request a archangel Michael x reader where Michael used young John Winchester vessel? Where the brothers find out that Michael have a sweet side that is only with reader despite the fact that she is half witch and half demon but is the most sweet and innocent girl that someone can meet and Michael just want to protect her from everything and the fact that she is pregnant with his baby so the baby would be a tribrid (angel demon witch) something crazy, powerful, and new? Just fluff and cuddling between Michael and reader and happy ending. 
Summary: You're trying to live your life and help others as much as you can while Michael is out doing what he does best. When two hunters fall into your lap, Michael realizes the danger of the situation and comes right home, ready to give up everything for the woman he loves.
Square Filled: nurse au (2020) for @spnfluffbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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“Hi, Gertrude. How are you doing today?” you greet your patient with a smile.
“Oh, just fine, dear. You know I love seeing your face but I hate being back here.”
“I know. You did a great job last time. The cancer has gone down a bit. The treatment is working.”
“Good. I’m glad,” she smiles.
“I am here to take some blood and be on my say. I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”
“You’re never a bother, dear.”
She puts out the same arm you’ve been using for the past year to take blood. She has been battling cancer for a long time and has been seeing you for treatment since the beginning. The best part about being a nurse is seeing patients grow and heal. Gertrude is on her way if she keeps up the treatments.
You grab the blue tourniquet and tighten it around her upper arm to constrict the flow of blood. It makes for an easy vein. You wipe an alcohol pad across her skin to sterilize it before poking at her skin to get her veins to show.
“You’ve been drinking water, right?”
“Eight glasses a day. My daughter makes sure I have it. I forget sometimes.”
“You have good veins. You’re doing everything right.” You grab the butterfly needle and she looks away before you stick her with the needle. She’s been doing this for a long time but seeing the needle enter her skin still makes her squeamish. “Alright, the needle is in, you can look now.”
“How have you and the baby been?” she asks with a smile.
You place your left hand on your growing stomach with a shy smile. When her blood is done filling one tube, you take it out and push in the next so that the second tube can be filled.
“He’s doing so good. Kicking a lot,” you chuckle.
“Awh, that’s good, dear. I’m glad to hear it. I remember having my first child. It seems like she never slept because all she would do is kick me.”
“Yeah, I’m glad he’s not much of a mover, especially when I’m sleeping. He must sense I need a break,” you wink. You get done filling all three tubes before taking the needle out and placing a cotton swab over the wound before tying it down with two pieces of skin tape. “Alright, I will be back in a little bit. You just relax.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she smiles.
You leave her room and head back to the nurses’ station where you package the blood correctly and have an intern rush this to the labs to get tested.
“So, when is Michael going to come by again?” one of your nurse friends, Jessica, asks. “We miss him.”
“You only miss his cookies,” you smirk.
“Maybe,” she shrugs with a smile. “I can’t help it. His cooking is so good.”
Whenever Michael does have time to come down, he always brings something he cooked for you to share with the other nurses. It’s his way of apologizing for never being around all the time.
“He’s busy with work,” you keep it vague. “I’m not sure when he’s gonna be back. All I know is that it’s soon.” You grab three more empty clean vials to take someone else’s blood who is next on your list. “Gotta go.”
You’re halfway to the patient’s room when you get a searing pain in your stomach. This kind of thing has happened before so you don’t want to alert anyone about premature labor or anything. You walk to the nearest bathroom and make sure it’s empty before leaning over the sink. You take three deep breaths and try to calm down in hopes it will ease your son’s worries.
“Baby, Mommy’s doing fine. I’m okay.”
That doesn’t seem to ease him so you look at your reflection and change the color of your eyes from their natural tint to pitch black. You use some of your magic to calm your son down which works once he feels the comforting aura. As soon as you know he’s not going to cause you any more pain, you turn your eyes back to their normal color and ease up on your magic.
“There you go, baby. See? Mommy’s fine.”
You’re half-demon and half-witch who doesn’t like to use powers unless you really have to. The only time you will is if a patient is in critical condition with no hope of survival. You have some healing abilities and try to help as many people as you can. You’re not as evil as a demon but you’re sweeter than a witch. Maybe that’s why Michael took to you many years ago.
You’re different than the others.
You leave the bathroom and continue with your shift, going from room to room to gather vitals, take blood, and check up on patients to get them anything they need. Once the clock strikes twelve, you take your badge and rush to the time clock.
“I’ll be back in thirty minutes!” you announce to your friends and clock out.
You’re on your way to grab a quick bite from the cafeteria when two men step foot into the hospital.
“Help, he needs help,” the taller one says.
“Are you okay?” you rush over without thinking you’re supposed to be taking your lunch. “What happened?”
“He’s been stabbed. I can’t seem to stop the bleeding.”
“Come here.” You take them to an empty room and lay the shorter one on the examination table to get a better look at what you're working with. You unbutton his shirt and see a deep ash on his abdomen. “Oh, yeah, they got you good. What happened?”
“I walked into a knife.”
“Accident,” the taller one says at the same time as the shorter one.
“He accidentally walked into a knife,” the taller one grounds out, giving the shorter one a weird look.
“Right. Let me get the doctor in here.”
You’re about to leave when the shorter one sits up.
“Sweetheart, I just need some stitches and I’ll be as good as new.”
“This is a stabbing. I need to get the doctor.”
“Alright, then I guess we’ll leave. Come on, Sammy.”
He tries to get off the table but you gently push him back down so he doesn’t go anywhere.
“You’re going to get me in trouble.”
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he smirks.
“Wait here,” you sigh and leave the room. You return with a kit that will help you stitch his skin back together. You open his shirt the rest of the way to clean the wound when you notice something on the left side of his chest. An anti-possession tattoo. “You’re hunters.”
“I mean, sure, we like to hunt animals here and there but nothing serious,” the tall one stutters.
“That’s not the kind of hunters I’m talking about, and you know it.” You dab the wound to clean it and the man hisses. “I know an anti-possession symbol when I see one.”
“How do you know about hunting?”
You look at both men and flash your eyes black to show them what you really are. They lean back in shock but you’re quick to ease their concerns.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” You change your eye color back to normal and continue to fix the man. “I’m half-demon anyway. Half-demon and half-witch.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Helping as many people as I can with the curse I’ve been given. I didn’t choose to be this way. I was born a witch, a full-fledged witch who was happy in her coven. My coven was ransacked by a group of demons who took a liking to me. Long story short, I was with them for five tortuous years when they finally put a blade in my heart. Well, I had created a serum I kept in my body, much like the hex bags Rowena kept in her body to keep herself from dying, and I was brought back to life. Only this time, I was half-demon. I don’t know how or why because I never saw those demons again. Now I just keep to myself and help out as many people as I can.”
You don’t tell them about Michael because you know he’d be pissed if you kept telling people about him. He’s very hated in the hunting community, so the more people know about him the more you and your son can be in danger. You’re not sure why because Michael is nothing but sweet, kind, and loving. He’s good but most people don’t see that.
“What about you two? What really happened here?”
“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean. We were on a demon hunt not far from here when one of them stabbed my brother. I usually do the stitching but this seemed a bit too deep to just patch up.”
“Winchester?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve heard about you two. I never thought we’d meet. I tend to stay away from hunters.” You quickly fix Dean up and place a large cotton pad over the wound, securing it with skin tape. “I was on my way to get something to eat if you two want like to join me?”
“Sure,” Sam smiles.
You clean up the mess you made and escort the two brothers to the cafeteria. You and Dean get a hearty lunch while Sam gets something mild like a salad.
“Not to point out the obvious but I can see you’re pregnant.”
“Your point?” you ask and take a bite of your food.
“We’ve met a half-human, half-demon child before. He was too powerful for his own good.”
“Yeah, well, you haven’t met a witch-demon-angel tribrid before.”
Shit, you weren't supposed to tell them that an angel impregnated you.
“You got pregnant by an angel? Which one?” Dean asks.
“Doesn’t matter. I know what you’re going to say. Every child of an angel ends up motherless. They all die giving birth but not me. I am not going to let my child only know pictures and videos of me. I made a spell so powerful that I can draw from when I give birth. I don’t have to die.”
“Wow, I didn’t know that was possible.”
“Honestly, me either. It might not work. It’s all speculation at this point.” Your phone rings and you smile when you see who is calling. “Sorry, excuse me.” You answer it. “Hi, baby.”
“Darling, I’m sorry but it’s going to take a little bit longer until I can come home.”
“It’s okay, I get you’re busy.”
“I hate leaving you all alone without protection.”
“I don’t think that will be an issue. I met two hunters who I hear are the best. I just met them. Plus, I have my magic to protect me.”
“What hunters?”
“Sam and Dean Winchester.”
Michael’s ears ring at the mention of them. Panic envelops his entire body.
“Change of plans. I’m coming home right now.”
He hangs up abruptly and you pull the phone from your ear in confusion.
“That was weird,” you mutter. Since you stayed and helped Dean, your lunch break was cut down by fifteen minutes. “I have to get back to work. You can stay here and hang out if you want.”
“Sure, thanks,” Sam smiles. You leave the cafeteria to return back to work and Sam turns to his brother. “Are we staying?”
“She’s a demon/witch who got pregnant by an angel. Of course, we’re staying.”
Sam and Dean kept a close eye on you from a distance while you worked until your last break of the day. You don’t have to clock out for this one since it’s only fifteen minutes so you grab a granola bar to snack on and your tablet. You almost run into the brothers because you’re not watching where you’re going.
“Oh, hey! Have you been here the whole day?”
“Yeah, you know, just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“Thanks but I’m okay. I have a couple of more hours left before I get to go home. You don’t have to stay here.” You walk around them to find an empty on-call room when you spot your boyfriend standing at the nurse’s desk. “Michael!”
You run into his arms and kiss his cheek but he’s staring at Sam and Dean with a deadly look.
“You alright?”
Sam and Dean are floored at who you’ve just kissed because they know exactly who this is. Dean met him when he went back in time to meet his father. It’s like he’s staring at someone he used to know but he has to remind himself that the person in front of him isn’t a young John Winchester. It’s Michael, the archangel.
“You know him?” Sam asks.
“This is my boyfriend,” you grin.
“Can I talk to you two alone?” he says and kisses the top of your head. “I’ll be right back, darling.” He takes them to an empty room and allows them to go in first. “I don’t care what you want. You win. Take whatever you want. Just leave her alone.”
“You don’t even know what we want,” Dean says.
“I don’t care. I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll leave Heaven alone. Just don’t bring her into it.”
Sam and Dean look at each other before the younger one nods in agreement. They make some sort of deal where Michael leaves everyone alone and no one will come after you or your son before and after birth. Michael leaves the room twenty minutes later and brings you into his arms.
“What’s going on?”
“We’re leaving.”
“Now? I have two more hours of my shift.”
“Don’t worry about that. We need to go.”
“Where are we going?”
“Home,” he smiles down at you. “I’m not leaving you anymore.”
You’re his entire world and he’d give up everything to make sure you’re safe and sound, even giving up the throne.
“Let’s go home, then,” you smile back.
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hey pookie
can u do smth abt Minho pleaseuuuuu
like tbh I'd love some Minho fluff :3
If not, make it extreme smut :D
Anyways
Ily and ur works <33
Bye byeee
Title: Beautiful (Just like you😻)
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Ofc pookie! I kinda suck at writing smut so I’m gonna do fluff!
Pairing: Lee Know x genderneutral!reader 
Trope/Genre: Fluff, Established relationship
I took a couple phrases from this fluff prompt masterlist! Check it out for some good prompts
Warnings: A teeny tiny suggestive comment at the end, use of pet names
622 words 
Summary: You, like the dumbass you are decides to say that you never get flustered, so in an attempt to prove you wrong, Minho showers you with compliments and praise.
Minho had just finished brushing his teeth when he came into your room and lay next to you. He cuddled up under the covers while you gazed at him. The moonlight perfectly shone on his face and he looked heavenly.
“I could just stare at you forever.” You said looking into his beautiful brown eyes. “Creep.” He rolled over so you couldn’t see his face anymore. 
“You suck.” “I love you too.” He replied. “I want to keep looking at you!” “No!” “Why!” “It makes me feel weird!” “Weird good or weird bad?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” “Yes, that's why I asked.” He turned over to look at you.
“Whenever you try complimenting me it never works.” “What never works?” You questioned. “You can’t fluster me.” “I’m not trying to!” He glared at you. “Most of the time, I’m not trying to.” “Mhm, sure. More like you’re trying all the time.” “It doesn’t matter anyway because it never works…” “I know. It’s amusing seeing you try though.”
 “Why is it so hard to make you blush? It’s insane!” “You know what’s even more insane?” “What?” “The fact that you get flustered so easily. It’s cute.” You felt butterflies in your stomach at his words and he had an amused look on his face.
“See, you get flustered easily.” “Yeah, I guess…” “You guess? I could just compliment you and your face would heat up.” “You’re exaggerating a bit.” “Oh, I’m really not.” “You literally aren’t even that good at flirting.” He seemed a little offended by your words. 
“Okay let's do a little experiment. I’m going to try to flirt with you, and you have to try your best to stay composed, which apparently, you do constantly.” “Alright sure, we have nothing better to do anyway.” He stared at you like you did when he first came into bed and said nothing.
“You're so creepy.” “What? I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” “Please stop.” He moved his face closer to yours. “Make me.” “I’m too tired to do that, just keep staring.”
You sat there in silence until Minho spoke up. “I don’t tell you how stunning you are enough.” “Huh?” “I don’t think any amount of my compliments could ever represent the amount of beauty you have.” “It’s giving Shakespeare.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand and interlaced it with his.
“You’re breathtaking. Honestly, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” “I feel like you’re just saying this to prove you’re right.” You joked.
“No, I’m not. These are all things that constantly cross my mind. I never knew how much I could miss someone before I met you. I never knew how much I could enjoy being around someone before I met you.” He took a short pause and kissed you. “I never knew how much I could love someone before I met you.”
Your face was getting redder with every single word he said. Unlike most of the other flirting attempts he’s used in the past, this time you could feel the sincerity seeping through every sentence. “I can’t imagine my life without you, and I’m so proud of you.” He looked down and then back at you. 
“You okay honey? You’re acting a little strange.” “Yup! couldn’t be better. Just a little hot. Are you hot or is it just me?” He laughed. “Yeah, it’s just you. I’ve never seen you this flustered.” “I was expecting a lot more innuendos to be honest.” “I can be sweet when I want to be.” You sighed. “That was a lot to take in.” He smiled.
“You’re so pretty when you blush.” “I’m not blushing what do you mean?” “Whatever you say beautiful.”
Author note: Thank you so much for the request! I loved writing this so much! Like always, constructive criticism is wanted! If you liked this, please follow me for more fanfics like this one <3 Thank you!
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hyperfixationstati0n · 1 year ago
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When You Know, You Know (Pt.2)
An: lmk how you feel about this :) Idk where else to go form here as I didn't plan on making multiple parts but if a part 3 is wanted I'll figure it out!!
Pairing: Spencer x bookstore!owner!reader
Content warnings: none really, swears a little, both spencer and reader are still hella awkward
Word count: 875
Part one
I waited and waited for Spencer to come in again. 3 weeks of waiting, actually. I was starting to think I’d scared him off, although I didn’t know how I managed to do that. I was sulking, standing in front of the register with Lennon on a particularly slow day. Rose, the angel that she was, was helping stock books while I attempted to focus my mind and work on packaging online orders.
“I’m just delusional. I scared him off and now he’s never coming back!” I exclaim, earning a sideways look from Rose across the store.
“You can’t scare someone off if you’ve never talked to them,” Lennon says with a laugh. For someone younger than me he was such a bully. (lovingly, of course)
“But I did talk to him. And he knows I hide from him whenever he comes in.” 
“Girl, I swear to god if you don’t let me help you find that man’s Instagram or something I will lose my mind. you need to get out of your comfort zone and make a fucking mo-“
The bell chimed. My eyes widened. Lennon shut his mouth as quick as he opened it. 
Spencer was standing in my store, standing there with an awkward yet charming smile and a wave. I wave back, feeling my cheeks flush. As soon as he walks down an aisle, talking to Rose, I hit Lennon on the shoulder.
“Go take inventory or something.” I say under my breath.
“Ohh, so you like the register now” He teases, his voice a little louder than I would’ve preferred. I playfully shove him away and try to collect myself. I was going to act natural, I wasn’t going to be weird. I was going to be myself. I told myself he was just another customer, however untrue to me that might be. 
Thankfully though, this time around I had more time to prepare what I was going to say, something I needed if I was going to get through a few sentences with him without fumbling my words. He came to the register with a stack of 4 books. Seriously, my curiosity was piqued. How did he read this fast? I noticed this time one of them was a poetry book; ‘Leaves of Grass’ by Walt Whitman. Interesting. I always took note of what people were buying, and obviously, he was at the front of my mind. This selection surprised me. 
“You’re not hiding!” He comments. I nod and smile, slightly embarrassed at the fact he had pointed it out. 
“It’s very out of character, I know” I was trying to come off as witty, but truthfully I could only pray that what he saw. “so, how are you?”
“I’m great actually. I finally have a day off and decided I could come pick up a few new reads.” 
I nodded slowly but the question was still on my mind. I had to know.
“I hope I don’t overstep with this, but do you actually go through books as fast as you’re buying them?”
A smile twitches as his lips, a slight pink tinge covering his cheeks.
“I-yeah, I do. I…read really fast.” His voice seemed a little nervous. I wouldn’t press the matter right now, but it definitely caught my attention.
“I can tell” I chuckle softly, hitting a few buttons on the cash register as I finish ringing up his things. “You definitely bring a lot of business here”
He laughed softly, a sound I could’ve relished in. But my own mind stopped me-I was supposed to be acting normal. 
Then the unexpected happened. After he paid for his things with actual small talk from my end-he lingered. For once I was glad we didn’t have much business today, I got to really talk to him. He was kind, and clearly very smart. I found out we actually had a lot of mutual interests. Talking to him was weirdly easy, even if I had this consistent feeling of butterflies in my stomach. But then I heard his phone go off with a text.
“Shoot���I hate to cut our conversation short but I have to go.” He says as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. I nod, albeit a little sadly. I had Lennon's voice in the back of my mind 
“Make a fucking move, make a fucking move, make a fucking move…”
It was now or never.
“I was wondering if…maybe, only if you want…do you want to go out for coffee sometime? When you’re not working.” 
His eyes widened and I had this temporary moment of fear before his eyes softened and he smiled.
“I would-I would really love that.” 
I gestured slightly to his phone.
“Can I give you my number?”
“Oh yeah, yeah! yes, please do” He fumbles to get his phone back out and unlock it, only having one hand to do so as the other was still holding his bag of books.
I put my number in, and we said goodbye, but just as he was about to leave I asked one last thing.
“Spencer?”
He turns and looks at me again, waiting.
“How fast do you really read?”
“20,000 words per minute.”
What have I gotten myself into?
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rinne is plaguing my mind. i want to turn him on and try to make it look unintentional. he admits to being turned on by seeing niki from behind just because he has long hair… so surely it should be easy! (i am pretending that rinne likes me the same way that he likes niki!) i wish i was in the same unit as him or a producer so i had more opportunities to do it. i would be bending over to pick something up every single minute that i was with him or making a little noise each time that i stretched. i would be a huge suck-up to him if it meant that i could give him a blowjob. i want to be gagging on his dick soo bad. its insane! i also imagine him having piercings like everywhere on his body like his lips (snake bites), tongue, nipples, collarbones… mfnf (>_<♡) aa
*gripping you by the shoulders* dear.... this is such a yummy ramble. rinne 1000% has piercings and tattoos tbh. he def has at least two dick piercings.
he actually v specifically likes the nape of the neck that peeks out from the base of nikis ponytail (im v insane about this fact) so you can expect him to wrap his arms around you and like. lick and kiss that part :3c and godddd if you tease him, he is such a fucking menace. he would only go as far as teasing comments during practices when others are present. he'd always call you sexy and do that stupid wolf whistle whenever you bend down... he'd try and get back at you by taking off his shirt whenever he can or caressing your waist when he's passing by. if no one's around, it's only a matter of time before he locks you into his arms and onto his lap. he'd kiss your neck whisperin "baby... you're killing me here."
BUT HERE'S MY FAVE THING. if you're being a suck up but genuinely complimenting him, he gets soooo fucking embarrassed it's cute. he never expects anyone to actually compliment him. rinne will bury these butterflies in his stomach like he'll bury his cock down your throat. he's so shameless usually.... he's not above teasing you for how good you're being for him though :3
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ego-meliorem-esse · 2 years ago
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Meli my love you know I adore your Arthur so much, but what is the way you think he looks best? What is your favourite way to see him or draw him?
Thank you so much for all your hard work and time making us lovely art to enjoy!
Ah yess the bilge rat! No character do i love to torture as much as the old pater familias.
The best way for me to draw him is definitely in historical clothes. My faves are def during the victorian era or during the great war even. Fashion history is my weakness. I simply adore seeing Arthur a) dressed up in suits or uniforms. But also b) Tortured. Tired. With bags under his eyes. Sufferring the fate of his own power. Just fecking throw that old man to the lions. Let him be chewed and spit out. I want him to feel pain and sorrow and hurt.
Now that I got that out of my system: I also love seeing him with his children. Just being a father. Someone on whom others rely. A strong pillar for his kids to lean on and look up to.
Absolutely family oriented head of the household. But also imperialist dickhead whose power is fading and whose firstborn son is here to take his spot.
There's a symbolic scene in my head playing on repeat of Arthur on his throne with a dagger through his heart with Alfred standing next to him, looking over a crown and putting it on his head. Thats how I picture Arthur. A man who's had immense power. Lost it all and now has nothing but blood on his hands and covering his whole being.
I know you asked how i like to draw him and this is more how i see him sorry lol tho i do try to draw a character based on how i feel about them
<3
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phamminji · 2 years ago
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distraction
ahn yujin x fem!reader
synopsis: you came over to ive's dorm to help yujin with her practice paper, or that's what you thought.
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yujin looks over to her door, hearing a few knocks as she sees your head peeking in, "i'm back with a drink for you... and some snacks."
"did you get my matcha ice cream?" yujin's eyes glimmered over to yours as you walked over to her study table.
"baby... it's literally 3 degrees outside right now. and you still want to get green tea ice cream?"
"it's matcha! and yes." yujin corrected you.
"they're the same thing baby." as you rolled your eyes and shook your head at your girlfriend's antics. "i didn't get you matcha ice cream. but i did get you matcha latte." as you placed the cup and the coaster beside her.
"that works... i guess..." yujin trailed off.
"you guess?" your voice raised a little along with your eyebrow, as you give the puppy-like girl a teasing poke on the side. to which she yelped and held onto her waist, "okay okay! thank you very much for the tea, babe." you chuckled as she gave you a cheeky eye smile.
"how's your paper going?" as you placed your chin on the top of the taller's head, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.
"hm... i'm just doing okay so far... i have about four more questions left though."
"four?" as you leaned closer, looking at her paper to see if she was telling the truth. "that's really fast, yujin. you have about half an hour left though, you sure you don't want to take your time?"
"no... i just want to get this done with... you know how much i dislike studying." yujin grumbled and flopped her arms in the air.
"i know... but you still have to get this paper done. it's important."
"alright..." yujin groaned. "can you sit beside me though?" as the taller glanced over at you with puppy eyes that were all too familiar to you, but would still send butterflies to your stomach whenever she looked at you like that.
"as long as i'm not a distraction to you."
"you could never be a distraction to me y/n." yujin held your hand and gently pulled you to the seat next to hers. "by the way, what are the other girls doing?" yujin questioned.
the thing is, yujin had actually gave you and gaeul the task to watch over the other members while she was doing the paper. however, to gaeul's dismay, you joined the chaos rei and leeseo created and almost drove the oldest mad. well, it actually did drive her mad, and that's why she sent you into yujin's room. although she knew she shouldn't be sending a distraction to yujin, gaeul knew it was definitely easier to handle one less kid, so she decided to let her leader settle her own girlfriend.
"gaeul is handling rei and hyunseo, and i think wonyoung and jiwon are ordering dinner for us." you answered as you got into the seat.
"you're staying for dinner?" in which you replied with a nod.
"yeah, it's getting late anyways... i was also planning to stay over tonight. is... that okay with you?" you cautiously asked.
yujin smiles widely to herself as she finds the way you tilt your head kinda cute. "yeah! of course it's okay! it's been quite a while since you last stayed over because of our busy promotions. and i think the girls miss you a lot too."
"only the girls? not you?" you send her a playful eyebrow raise.
"i missed you most."
your eyes widened slightly as you almost doubted your ears for a second. it wasn't the answer you expected from yujin and it definitely caught you by surprise. more or less, you expected her to snark back at you with another comment, teasing you. like "i didn't miss you though." or "yeah, only the girls missed you." along with her tongue sticking out or her signature eye smile, laughing together with you.
this time, you could tell from yujin's voice that she was being genuine. of course, she is genuine about you all the time.
not that she isn't serious when it comes to your relationship. but it just hits different when you know how playful and mischievous the woman sitting beside you can get is now being sincere and baring her heart to you.
you felt your cheeks heating a little as you avoided eye contact from your girlfriend.
"oh... is that so?" you cleared your throat, feeling a little bashful under her gaze.
"aw is someone getting shy?" yujin teased as she poked your cheek with her finger.
"no. shut up." you denied.
"your ears are getting red though. and you're blushing." as if poking your cheeks weren't enough. now, yujin, with one hand, squished your cheeks and cooed, "you're so cute."
"stop..." you weakly said, unable to pronounce the word properly with your cheeks squished together.
"what if i don't want to stop...?" yujin says in a sing-song tone.
now, this is the yujin you were used to. yujin, the jokester, the yujin who would always take the chance to make fun of you at all costs, the yujin who always made you and loved seeing you flustered, the yujin who always makes everything positive, the yujin who showed her love in forms of pranks.
"as much as i miss you too, i forgot we shouldn't be talking." you recalled.
"huh?"
"the paper, yujin." as you remind her of what she was supposed to be doing.
"i don't really care." yujin said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders as you gave it a light smack.
"shush. you don't have much time left. focus on your work, we'll talk after you finish your paper."
you expected a hum or a complain to come from your girlfriend, but it never came. so you looked back up at her, only to find her staring at you.
"quit staring at me an yujin. or i will leave the room." you threatened half-jokingly.
"you can't and i know you wouldn't do that." yujin said with a grin.
"is that... a challenge?" you provoked as you stood up from your chair.
"i wouldn't do that if i were you." warned yujin.
"oh... what are you going to do about it?" you said in a teasing tone.
yujin grabs hold of your hand and pulls you into her lap, as you sat sideways against her chest. you try to push yourself up to get away from her but her arms kept a grip on you, locking you there. "now you're stuck here with me." as she smirks at you.
"yujin!" you fussed and gave her another smack on the shoulder, "you have to finish your paper!"
"i'm already done... but i just want to keep you here." as yujin wrapped her arms tighter around your torso.
"you're done already?" you exclaimed in shock. "let me check."
your girlfriend handed you her papers before going back to her previous position, nestling her face into your shoulder.
"you know this isn't just some school entrance exam or those kind of tests. this is your university scholarship. this a big big major test. you know that, right?"
to which, yujin responded, mumbling against your collarbone, "mhm, i know."
"do you want to eat some of the snacks i brought while i go over your paper?" as you felt yujin shaking her head.
you felt warmth spreading across your body when she continued, "i just want to stay here with you."
"alright."
you almost went through the full paper when you felt yujin's head slipping off your shoulder, before she bobbed her head back up.
"are you feeling sleepy? you look tired." you asked.
"nope... just a little hungry but i want to wait till dinner." you caressed her cheek with your thumb before putting your focus back on the paper.
"by the way, baby... can i get a reward?
"a reward for...?" your eyes not leaving the paper as you were left marking a few more questions.
"the paper."
"okay... just let me finish up first, i'm almost done. i'm left with a few more questions." as you tried to assure her.
"i can't wait anymore..." yujin complained as she started to draw imaginary circles against your back.
"are you trying to distract me as i'm marking the papers?" you jokingly look at her as she has a pout on her face.
"wipe that pout off your face, you big baby. i told you i'm almost done, and now, i'm done." as you patted her head, complimenting her, "you did a really good job, baby. you did better than yesterday's paper."
"can i get my reward now?" yujin pops up, as if she just freshened up hearing the fact that you're finally done marking.
"reward? um... what do you want?" you just had to ask the obvious, although yujin already had her lips puckered in front of you.
"a kiss? is that what you want?" you raised your eyebrow when yujin shook her head.
"one for every question." yujin states.
"a kiss for every question? t-that's..." you stuttered, many thoughts flying through your mind, "that's a lot of questions... you want a kiss for every single one of them?" as yujin nodded her head, her eyes were already closed, ready and waiting for you to kiss her.
you could feel your heart beating so fast that you couldn't get a decent breath. it wasn't your first time kissing yujin so why were you feeling so nervous?
yujin felt your breath on her cheeks as she opened her eyes, growing slightly impatient that you haven't kissed her yet. she takes hold of one of your hands and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"are you okay, babe?"
"um... y-yeah! just... i- i love you so much."
"woah..." this time, it was yujin's turn to be surprised. was that the first time you said that to her? yujin felt her heart swelling in happiness, her hand around your waist, and the other, moving it to your face, and rubbed your cheek fondly in habit.
"i love you too." as yujin drew herself closer to you, you closed your eyes, feeling the soft, warmth of her lips against your own.
yujin's lips were addicting, whether be it the way her lips moved against yours or her strawberry-flavored chapstick, you couldn't stop going back for more.
yujin's hands now finding ways to pull you closer, the tugs on your shirt, her hands on your back and the nape of your neck. your hands wrapped around yujin's neck as they naturally find their way to her hair.
"you guys. dinner's here- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!" the two of you pulled away at the speed of lightning as you hear the door to yujin's room open wide, but it's already too late.
"where are your manners, rei? don't you know how to knock? and mind your language." yujin chided with her face flushed, obviously embarrassed that one of her members had just walked into them making out.
on the other hand, your face was burning. making out with yujin was already a factor that sent all the blood in your bloodstream to your cheeks, but getting caught by one of your girlfriend's members? truthfully, you could have just passed out, there and there.
"well... can't you guys get a room maybe...?"
"hello? news flash. we are in a room? now, get out."
"i was just telling you guys that dinner's here, by the way. you should come out to eat some food unless the two of you are already full since you ate too much of each other's lips that you're no longer hungry!" rei lets out a few evil chuckles as you felt your face flaring up at her words, trying to hide in yujin's embrace.
"rei, i said get out."
"jeez... alright! i'm going! i know you guys can't wait to be sucking each other's faces again." hiding in yujin's embrace wasn't enough, you had to be buried in her embrace.
rei was about to close the door when she held it open with her arm and puckered her lips, making kissy noises, mocking her leader.
"alright, that's it." yujin took off her slipper and hurled it at the japanese girl. lucky for rei, she managed to close the door before getting hit by the slipper.
"you see y/n/n, this is how violent your girlfriend is." you heard rei's voice from the other side of the door.
yujin shouted back, "do you want the other slipper to come flying right on your face, you little-"
"baby." you took yujin's hand in yours and squeezed it. "it's okay." you were sure you were exactly a mirror image of yujin, seeing how flushed she got too.
"but she-"
she couldn't finish her sentence as she got interrupted by your lips, "you can handle her later, or you can ask gaeul to do it. can we... kiss again?"
no matter how many times you've kissed yujin, it always feels like it's your first time. how she makes you feel nervous although you have dated her for a while now. how her breath smelled like the matcha latte you brought for her. or her perfume, smelt just the one she sprayed on the first time you kissed. how her lips are softer than anything you've ever known. like biting into cotton candy, it's effortlessly sweet.
"guess i was a distraction in the end anyways."
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this one's for silan bestie @silantryoo :]
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leejungchans · 3 years ago
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i like you : l.c
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༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !
requested by @joshuas : also! chan (svt) with a female reader and university au <3
a/n: hi ms shuawife <33 ty for requesting and also ty for the idea 😭😭 i owe u for all my chabbles (chan drabbles) ideas 💗
word count | 1.1k
pairing | lee chan (svt) x female reader
genre | fluff, university au
warning(s) / includes | food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)
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“People are staring,” you comment lightly when a group of high school kids walk past your table and spare you and your date a peculiar glance. Chan looks up from his noodles as the teens head further down the street, their silhouettes merging together in the darkness, only illuminated by the occasional street lamp or neon sign.
He turns back to you and shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips when he says, “Maybe they’re just jealous I have a beautiful date.”
“Stop it,” your cheeks grow warm, “I’m not.”
“You are, though,” Chan insists. “You look…” he gestures to your outfit, a satiny dress that your roommate lent you because all your other options suddenly seemed horrific as you were getting ready, “beautiful. Not that you don’t already, obviously, you still look pretty in your normal clothes—not that this dress can’t be ‘normal clothes’—oh God, what am I saying?”
“Chan,” you interrupt gently with a smile, putting a pause to his panicked rambling, “I get what you mean. Thank you. You look really great too.” You mean it. Butterflies have been fluttering wildly in your stomach ever since he picked you up in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, sleeves rolled up and top few buttons of his shirt undone.
The rosy flush on his cheeks spreads to the tips of his ears as he returns the smile, and your heart can’t help but thrum loudly against your ribcage at how radiant he looks when he smiles, the little scrunch of his nose, the twinkle in his eyes as he shyly runs a hand through his hair... You think you could sit here all night just admiring him. In a non-creepy way.
Chan’s next words come out much quieter as he looks down at his bowl of half-finished instant ramen. “I’m really sorry our date didn’t turn out as planned.”
“A little improvisation isn’t always bad,” you say lightly, feeling a twinge in your heart at how guilty he sounded. “Plus, I like it here, genuinely.”
Truth is, neither of you quite knew what to do for your first date. You just knew you liked the bumbling boy who sat next to you in your Modern History lecture, who asked to borrow a pen each time because he always forgot, who slid you candies whenever he noticed you were seconds from dozing off. You had a spring in your step for a week after he asked you to be his partner for your final project, but nothing could’ve ever prepared you for being asked out by him.
Ultimately, he took his older friends’ advice and suggested going out for dinner at a nice place. Traditional, classic, can’t go wrong, that’s what they told him.
It’s not that something went wrong. The dressing up part was fun, but it’s when you got to the restaurant that things started feeling off. Chan was a gentleman as always, yet he felt more like a stranger on your date than when you were in your class of over a hundred people, and you knew he was freaking out over the same thing no matter how hard he tried not to show it.
So while his older friends may not agree with your decision of leaving early for instant ramen and convenience store snacks, neither of you can really bring yourself to care. The air feels so much lighter here—no judgy servers and patrons casting looks at the two awkward, out-of-place university students, and certainly no overpriced meals that really just consisted of three bites of food. (How was either of you supposed to be full from that?)
Who cares if 7-11’s plastic outdoor chairs are creaky, or if your ramen is starting to get soggy, or if your soda is losing its fizz quicker than Vernon can give up on studying for his Economics exam? You’re happy.
“You like it here?” Chan echoes in utter disbelief. “B-But this place hardly screams first date.”
“Any place can be a first-date place depending on who you’re with, though. And how much you like them.”
You don’t think you’re helping much judging by the pout that seems to have settled on his face permanently. Is it too early to think about kissing him?
“I guess…” he murmurs, “it’s just that I think… you deserve a lot better than a 7-11.”
“Honestly, I’d rather eat with you behind a dumpster than at a place where we couldn’t be ourselves.” He cocks an eyebrow at you, and you falter slightly. “Well—maybe not a dumpster, but you know what I mean.”
Chan nods timidly, still unsure.
“My point is, I don’t like you any less just because we’re at a 7-11 and not some fancy place.” He can’t help but give his full attention to you—not that he doesn’t already—as your eyes glow with fiery determination. “You can take me here again for our second date, and our third, and our fourth, and I still wouldn’t care because I like you.”
Oh, how embarrassing, you were definitely being a little too intense just now. You reckon the burning sensation that erupts across your face is what molten lava would feel like if it ever came in contact with your skin. The stunned look on Chan’s face worries you. You’ve never had an outburst quite like this one in front of him, what if this scares him off?
The fierce glint in your eyes mellows back into something more neutral as you smile sheepishly. “Sorry, I came off a bit strong, didn’t I?”
Fervently, Chan shakes his head. “No—well, maybe a little, but I appreciate it!” he adds hastily upon seeing how your face fell slightly. There’s a strong urge to reassure you that he found your mini spiel more touching than anything else, that he feels comforted knowing now you didn’t find tonight a complete bust.
“Thank you, you have no idea how relieved I am to hear that because I really like you too,” you try not to smile too widely at how cute he looks with his bright pink ears, “and I’d love to take you on as many dates as you want.”
You beam sweetly, and it causes your cheeks to puff up and your twinkling eyes to curve into crescents. You’re so pretty it makes his pulse spiral out of control, soon enough he’ll feel his heartbeat all the way down to his toes. How is it only your first date and yet he’s already completely wrapped around your finger?
Chan thinks he’ll fall out of his chair when you reach across the small table to lay a gentle hand on his. Despite this, he secretly hopes you don’t let go. Your skin feels soft, if he had a little more courage he’d flip his hand around so he can intertwine your fingers.
Your eyes shyly flicker up to hold his gaze; maybe it’s just because he’s horrendously down bad, but he sees the entire universe in them.
“I’ll look forward to every single one, then.”
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a/n: shy dorky uni bf chan 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️
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wwinterwitch · 3 years ago
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for the 1k celebration: “Who did that to you?” with reader saying it to Robin Buckley? ❤
Thanks for the request, I hope you like what I had in mind <3
prompt used: "who did that to you?" pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader word count: 1,064 warnings/what to expect: mentions of injuries, fluff, reader doesn't know about the upside down so robin has to lie, unshared feelings
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It was the day after the tragic accident that happened at Starcourt Mall, the entire building burning and some people losing their lives because of it. As soon as you heard what happened, you barely got any sleep. All you could think about was Robin.
You tried calling her house but apparently no one was home, which made you even more anxious and worried. It was late at night, she couldn't possibly be at the Mall at that hour, right? Maybe her and her parents are out, maybe they decided to check the scene and see if they can help somehow. The fact that she's not answering doesn't mean she is in danger, right?
Your questions were never answered, which made you get up early that morning and have a quick breakfast before getting in your car and driving to Robin's house.
Her mom greeted you, always very happy to see you before going inside the house to get Robin. You were shocked when you first spotted your friend, noticing her bruised cheek and her swollen lip.
She looked at you, her expression a way of silently saying something like "I have no idea how I'm going to explain this one". You saw Robin awkwardly smiling when she was standing by the door with you, debating whether she should immediately start talking or let you say something first.
But before she could come up with something to say, she watched as you walked closer to her, one of your hands moving up to her face to gently hold her, looking back at her with worry.
"Who did that to you?" you asked shortly after, still holding her face, your eyes focuses on her injuries.
Despite the situation she was in, Robin felt that funny butterflies in her stomach she told Steve about last night, the ones that she only gets whenever she's with you. The only person she's known that has ever made her feel this way.
She shouldn't find your worry so heart-melting, but she does. She can't help but focus on the fact that you didn't hear from her in a couple of hours and rushed to her house to check on her, holding her face like this and asking who could ever hurt her like that.
How could she not focus on that when she's so hopelessly in love with you? Holding onto every little thread with the hope that those gestures indicate you might feel the same way as she has felt for as long as she can remember. Ever since you two met when you were little kids, a part of her always knew. There was no doubt in her mind she liked you. Not like a friend likes another friend. It was more like what the other girls experienced when kissing a boy for the first time. But Robin didn't want to kiss a boy, she wanted to kiss you.
So yeah, she can't help but feel like this when reactions like this are the closest she'll ever get to living in her fantasy where you love her just as much as she loves you.
"It's...nothing, really. It doesn't even hurt!" she quickly replies, touching the bruise on the side of her face and trying her best to act like that wasn't painful. "See?"
"It doesn't look like nothing, Robin. Did someone from school do this?"
"No, no! No one from school." She knew that if she confirmed it was someone from school, you'd most likely confront whoever did it, no matter who it was. You've always been protective like that, especially after Robin confided in you she likes girls. You know a lot of people in town would probably have a problem with that, but you would never let anyone hate on Robin for just being who she is. That's not right.
"It's silly, really...I had an accident at work yesterday," she started, creating the lie as she went, hoping the outcome would be believable enough. "Yeah, me and Steve were doing inventory and I was standing on this ladder, and I told Steve to hold it because I could fall, and he didn't so I fell."
"You...fell?"
"Uh...yeah. I fell."
"And you landed with your face?"
"Oh, no. That's because a box fell over me," she explained. "Yeah, this whole side of my face was swollen. I was in the hospital yesterday, my mom fought the entire medical staff so they could allow me to spend the night there in case I had a concussion or something."
"That sounds a lot like your mom," you commented with a smile.
"Yeah, she's crazy. That's where I got it from," Robin attempted to joke. "But really, I'm fine. I mean, I was fine...I'm...well, I guess I'm much better now that you're here."
Your smile grew after her comment, finally putting your hand away from her face after realizing you've been holding her for too long, not wanting to be weird or anything. You didn't know that as soon as you moved away, Robin missed your touch.
"I'm glad to know you're okay. When I heard about the fire at Starcourt I tried calling but no one was answering. I don't know, I guess I just thought something more serious could've happened."
"I'm sorry," she quickly said. It felt like something appropriate to say after lying to you about what really happened. She wouldn't want you to get involved in whatever is going on. Last thing Robin wants is putting you in danger by telling you about all the crazy stuff she's witnessed.
"Not your fault," you reassured her, standing there for a few seconds without knowing what else to add. In that moment, you felt the urge to hug her, your body practically pleading you to do it, wanting to hold her close as a confirmation that she was fine.
And after debating it for a few seconds, you moved closer away and wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her close. She was taken aback by your actions at first, but a tiny smile quickly appeared on her lips as she hugged you back.
The two of you were hugging in complete silence until you said, "Not to be mean, but picturing the way you must've fallen is the funniest thing ever."
You heard her laugh, her grip instinctively tightening as she rested her head on your shoulder. "You're allowed to laugh."
"Thanks, because I'm never letting this go."
"I knew you would say that," she replies, the smile on her face never fading.
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th9ma · 4 years ago
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GENSHIN BOYS AS YOUR EX THAT STILL HAS FEELINGS
feat. zhongli, kaeya, diluc, childe, albedo, xiao
contains: gender neutral, modern au, fluff, (mildly) suggestive, small possessiveness, mentions of violence once, these are not to be taken seriously thank you <3 (rbs are appreciated)
note: resposting this bc tumblr fucked up my shit (if u saw this 40 mins ago no u didnt)
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childe: the ‘gimme one more chance’ ex that fucking ruins your life — dating life, to be exact. he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he wants you back, it’s just painfully obvious. it’s difficult trying to date after — mostly because people refer to you and know you as ‘childe’s s/o’ despite being broken up. but he loves to make it known that you two used to date, he’s so proud about it too come get this man. always one of the first people to comment when you post on instagram and swipes up on your stories to complement you. it’s a little embarrassing sometimes but you can’t stay mad at him, it’s his way of looking out for you — you just wish he’d do it in a more subtle fashion. when you start talking to him again as friends, you tell him about dates and people you’re going out with. and what a coincidence that he also happens to show up? not in a creepy way though, he comes to check up on you with some friends! if it seems to be going well, he’ll swallow his pride and get the hell out. but when you get stood up at this restaurant he’s already swooping in to save the day, swiftly pressing a soft kiss to your temple and muttering a quick apology before taking a seat. he swears he can die the happiest man alive seeing the smile on your face — mission accomplished!
diluc: the 'awkward/formal' ex — it's not that he has a grudge against you, he just doesn't know how to act! you're on pretty good terms, saying hellos to one another and asking about your day. your breakup is pretty painful — you're on the market and talking to other people and he can't help thinking 'that used to be me'. but even despite all of this, he keeps his distance because 'he's a gentleman, and you're no longer together'. truthfully, he uses that as an excuse to stop himself from knocking out the person asking if you're free for a date sometime soon. the temptation is there, but it's not like he would actually do it. you have your boundaries, and diluc respects them more than anyone! that being said, he's so used to your relationship that he feels a bit lost without you, so he subtly checks up on you whenever he can. of course, he's so awkward to do this, so instead he sends the next best thing — kaeya! kaeya's quick with cozying up to you, asking how you are and what you've been up to, who you're talking to and the main topic — about diluc. it definitely comes as a shock to him to hear kaeya say that you missed him. what did you mean by that? yes, diluc can be formal, but when he wants something? he goes full speed ahead. it's like he's a new person, meeting you and saying that he can take you out to the amusement park you told kaeya about before actually realizing his words — and when he does, he starts cutely stammering out apologies. but it must be his lucky day, because you're already wrapping yourself around his arm with a dopey smile, saying a quick "mkay!".
kaeya: the emotionally confusing ex. he’ll randomly come back into your life with a short and simple ‘i miss you’ text that has you overthinking for the rest of the day. sure, you’ve seen him around in public or through mutual friends like civil people, but it’s been forever since you’ve talked one on one. if you’re able to push aside the butterflies pooling in your stomach and reply, he’ll take that as his chance to slide back in. teases and flirts with you the same way he used to when you first got together but then completely acts as if nothing happened when you react; it’s so confusing! does he want you or not? you can barely function when he asks you to hook up with him one more time — and with the way that he’s been buttering you up and reminding you of your shared moments, how can you refuse? of course, one hook up turns into another, and another, until you’re full on fuck buddies/a little more than friends with benefits — thats when everyone knows that you’re off the dating market. accidentally lets an “i love you’ slip out mid hook up between the two of you. but leave it to kaeya to take your breath away by laughing right after, saying “wasn’t it obvious?”.
zhongli: the ex that you’re always running into. it’s not like he plans your ‘random’ meetups (although it would make sense if you thought so), he just doesn’t know what else to do. when you used to date, your days spent together were so predictable that they basically became a routine. and now, that routine is a habit! sometimes when you do muster up the courage to talk to him, he finds himself thinking about he shared memories you had at said locations. truth be told, it only makes him fall more in love. okay, at first, your run ins were purely coincidental. but after seeing your eyes light up after noticing a familiar face? his appearances are more frequent. he almost subconsciously finds himself wandering into your favourite hole in the wall bookshop — stopping at the aisle full of your favourite genre of books, skimming through spines to see which ones you’d like the most. and if you’re not a fan of bookstores? clothes, records & games are on the list too! he buys you all of it, because he thinks it’s what you’d like (it usually is). and when you storm into the local cafe for your favourite drink after having a shit day, there he is waiting with multiple bags in hand. you’re not sure if his broken sense of money management is a blessing or curse, because he’s brought you mountains of gifts, but the tab for the suggested date is for sure on you.
xiao: the ex that acts like you don’t exist. you see him in public and make eye contact? walks past you like nothing had ever happened. he’s so unbothered that it’s scary — even when you two broke up, he was up and out as if it wasn’t even his business. he doesn’t go out of his way to block you, so it’s natural to assume that he just doesn’t care; it’s not like you’re his concern anyway. always asks “who?” when your name is brought up, ouch! but little do you know that you’re literally running laps in his mind all day everyday; this is just his response because he’s never dealt with this. ever. to say the least, it’s a big shock when he pulls up to your door nearly drenched from the rain outside with one of your missing pieces of clothing in hand because he ‘randomly found it lying around his place’ — not true! he’s spent all this time debating what to do with it because he couldn’t bring himself to throw it away! he expects that you’d take it from his hands and leave him outside — silly xiao! you’re definitely not going to leave him to catch a horrid cold. instead you open the door further and invite him in, telling him to take a shower while you make some tofu for him. he definitely doesn’t miss how you ask if he still knows his way around — like he’d ever forget.
albedo: the half-ex. you see, you’re broken up — but his family adores you. especially little klee, she’s always looked up to you. and it came as a shock that she was more hurt about your breakup than albedo despite being told that you were still on civil/good terms. truthfully? he misses you; misses the smile on his face whenever you’d agree to be the subject for his paintings that now hung proudly in the halls that you once danced along — it was heaven. of course, he’d never admit this to you, but he would to his little sister. it’s not like she’d understand anyway. he falters when you show up at his doorstep wearing that sweet smile; too bad it’s for the little munchkin running past him and into your open arms. she asks you to play and hang out with her, but really she can’t stand seeing her brother in peril, so she takes it upon herself to fix it. albedo can’t take his eyes off you awhile you play dolls with klee. he swears she’s smarter than she seems when she takes her two dolls in wedding apparel and says it’s you and ‘bedo because “(name) and albedo should be married but they’re both acting like dummies!” and with that, she runs out of the room and leaves you two to talk. god bless klee.
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orchid3a · 3 years ago
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DANDELIONS - H. KAKUCHO
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synopsis: Kakucho is your knight and shouldn’t have feelings for you
pairing: knight!Hitto Kakucho x princess!f!reader
tw: angst, hurt no comfort, one-sided love
wc: 746 words
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note: angst with the royality au! is my fav genre to write <3, sorry not sorry for the sadness. i’m not feeling that well, so sickness made me evil
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Kakucho feels like going crazy, he is walking at fast speed looking at every single corner of the castle, trying to find the source of his current anxiety. You. 
You’re the first princess of the (l/n) empire and he’s your assigned personal guard, his job is to make sure you are out of any trouble. 
He searched everywhere, from your room to your favorite spot in the library, from the kitchen where you usually spent time with your maid to the magician’s tower where you hide whenever your father calls for you.
There is only one more place left and Kakucho really hopes that you are there, otherwise chaos will begin.
Arriving at the little indoor garden, an old gift of your late mother, he finally finds you and he smiles softly seeing you safe.
Laying on the grass with the sun kissing your face, your beautiful (e/c) closed, your lips slightly parted and with your (h/c) sprawled like a halo, you seem more like a nymph rather than a human.
“My lady you shouldn’t be here, his majesty is calling for you.” He feels guilty waking you up but he has to.
You don’t respond, making him sigh and getting closer to you, then he sits next to you.
“(y/n) your father is calling for you.”
An eye opens and a mischievous smile adorns your face, but instead of getting up, you grab his arm, pulling him down and making him lay near you.
“Kaku good morning, have you seen how beautiful this day is? We should ask the chef to prepare us something light and we can eat here, what do you think?”
The dark blue-haired man nods with his reddish cheeks, your smile makes him feel butterflies in his stomach. 
It’s wrong, he shouldn’t be feeling like this towards you, a princess, he’s a mere knight with no family or title. How can he be a good partner for you? 
He can only use his sword and nothing else. Your partner should be a great person with the ability to reign over an empire next to you.
Your hand cups his cheek and you come closer, making your forehead touch, your eyes looking at him with so much love and Kakucho feels so guilty, you deserve more than him, because you’re one of the most precious and gentle souls in this world.
“Kaku…Is everything good? Do…Do you want to talk with me?”
“It’s okay my lady, I’m just a bit tired”
You know he’s lying, but decide to not inquire further and now sitting up you look at the dandelions near your spot, your mother’s favorite flowers. 
She said that if you blow on a dandelion and wish something, your wish would come true. This memory of her makes you giggle, now you focus your attention on the male.
“Kaku, let’s do this!” 
You take a few dandelions and give him some of them, he looks confused and you laugh at his face. 
“My mother always said that by blowing on dandelions and wishing for something, your wish would come true. It isn’t fantastic? We should try!”
“If you wish so my lady, I will oblige at your activity.”
“Kaku you don’t have to be so formal with me, we are best friends forever! Our titles can’t define our bond.”
You’re right but Kakucho knows, dropping honorifics and not behaving as you're supposed to, will make everything harder than it already is. He can’t get more attached to you than he’s already, it will make your departure harder to deal with. 
You will get married next month to a foreign prince and Kakucho can do nothing other than despair. You will leave him here and you will go to your husband’s empire. Slowly you will forget him and make new memories, and him? He will get stuck in the bittersweet taste of memories you two created during all these years.
“At least wish for something.”
He nods and he closes his eyes, blowing on the dandelion making his wish. At the same time you do the same.
“So what is your wish?”
“I can’t say it my lady, if I say it, it will never come true.”
You pout at his remark then you laugh and he smiles, enjoying your laughter hoping that his brain will remember this sound.
Praying to God that one day you'll be mine - this is Kakucho’s wish, a wish that can never be true.
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