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lizbethborden · 2 years ago
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Anyway, I was doing fine and was even feeling pretty content with today and then I talked to **** and now I want to die. Confirmed pathetic sad little freak who'll die alone forever 👍 not even with friends! considering I'm incapable of maintaining relationships and drive away everyone who gets too close
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asherloki · 1 year ago
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heyy, i saw that ur requests were open, but that was like 2 weeks ago so idk if its still valid, but if they are; i was thinking abt this quote i saw on pinterest:
“you cant love someone unless you love yourself first. bullshit. i have never loved myself, but you, oh god, i loved you so much i forgot what hating myself feels like”
with sherlock who is COMPLETELY smitten with reader and views them as his safe space from insufferable people and unsolvable cases
if u consider this or even write this thank you in advance <3 (thank u anyways tho bc ur work is so good like?? bruh gimme some writing skills IM BEGGING)
anways, bye <3
"My sunshine"
Bbc Sherlock
A/n:- ohho it was lovely ! Even though I'm sorry for the writing quality, I've been busy and lacking creativity, hope you still like it.
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"do you like it?" asked the detective while handing me a box packed nicely. He had a real busy day running around the city with Scotland yard officers, especially with lestrade, accompanied by John.
"what is it?" I enquired taking the box from him. I still remember the day we first met. The night was cold and I met his lovely landlady Mrs Hudson. She was friendly enough to invite me over tea at her place and my curiosity led me to meet her famous tenant. Mr Sherlock Holmes. The urge to share the flat with this junkie detective got on me for some reason. Everything about his flat fascinated where anyone would say his flat is unbearable. His cold lifeless flat, as he describes so, was somehow comforting to him. Then with his approval and with my family's permission as well, I moved in to Baker Street as his flatmate. 221b was closer to my office so it was an advantage in convincing my family to let me shift to Baker Street. Since then I've seen two sides of Sherlock. One, the side everyone knows, the analytical cold detective. And two, the side which is revealed to very few people, luckily for me being one of them. Living so close to him taught me he has a soft side. The one that's like a goofy child. The one who sits infront me while I paint just staring at the painting to be done with fascination in his eyes. The one that takes a brush from my set that I'm not using at that moment and starts to draw patterns on a crumbled paper, one of those which contained a case which was still unsolved and bugged him.
"open it, I just hope you like it." replied he, With, what I believe to be a bit nervousness in his voice, yet also a bit of excitement. So I giggled at his childishness and opened the box. To my delight it was a chocolate muffin. A big one, loaded with chocolate chips.
"oh gosh my favourite muffin!" I could barely hold my excitement to me. Turning to him I saw a wide smile spreading accross his lips what was alot like a relief.
"yes, it's yours, I hope it tastes good too" said the man who was perhaps more than ten years older than me, not perhaps, he was alot older than me. But it never felt so, he was still a goofy kid somehow.
"ofcourse it'll be, where's yours?" he must've bought for himself as well I presumed. And a lovely evening with tea and our muffins was on my mind, oh not to forget, the exciting stories he is yet to tell.
"m-mine?" he stuttered, as if him having bought a muffin for himself was out of question.
"yes yours, don't tell me you bought a tasty big muffin for me and not for yourself, how could you resist?" seriously, how could he resist the urge to get his hands on such a precious thing.
"I.." he trailed off, as if he was confused, "didn't think about getting one for me actually".
These are the kind of replies that makes me wanna wrap him in my arms. This man never thought anything good for himself, never got anything good for himself. But I couldn't just have it on my own. The box contained the store name and address, which is far away, perhaps somewhere near his case led him to. So going there and buying another was out of question, but this muffin was big enough, and sharing is always an option.
"you know what?" I spoke, regaining some enthusiasm, "how about some tea?"
"that sounds wonderful" that's it, that's the reply I wanted to hear before going to the kitchen. I took out our cups and Mrs Hudson was always there to bring us a kettle filled with tea.
Sherlock took his chair and sat while I sat on one beside his. I placed our cups while he poured the tea.
"we forgot the biscuits, I'll get them give me minute." he was getting up from his chair when I interrupted.
"no need" looking at him I saw his baffled expressions again. Honestly Sherlock, enough baffling for one day. "sit down, I have something better".
He sat yet he was utterly confused, Even more not less when he saw me taking out the muffin and cutting it into half. Smart detective knew the other half belongs to him, or I want so.
"here, have something better than regular biscuits" saying so with a smile I passed the plate with his part of the muffin closer to him.
"but... that.." he stuttered again, "that was for you" after a pause he finally formed the sentence.
"yes, which means I can do anything I want with it."
He kept on looking at me and with a soft nod took a piece in his spoon. Then slowly he took the piece in. I could see his expression changing again while he munched that piece of muffin, into something that indicated if he were someone else he could've shaded a drop of tear or two.
"hey" I said pating his shoulder and keeping my palm on it, "what happened?"
He raised his face so his eyes were staring into mine, but there was barely any intensity in his eyes at that moment. there was, what I presume is sadness. He finally inhaled a deep breath before speaking up,
"I have..." he paused, he was collecting words I was sure of it, "I've never considered myself as someone who deserves anything good."
His word, about himself, it's devastating he thinks so little about himself.
"what are you talking about?" baffled, I was puzzled way too much to figure out what was going inside him, imagine a man like him is unable to see anything good in him. "Sherlock, please, you literally save hundreds of lives".
"I have also shot one"
"to save john, your best friend".
He looked around as if trying to find more proof against him.
"Sherlock?" I called him softly, as he turned his face to me I got up from my chair and to his utter surprise, embraced him, rather his head, leaning it on my chest. His body turned stiff, apparently he didn't expect a hug.
"you're the best and the most wisest man people have ever seen, and the kindest and the most innocent person I've ever had the opportunity to know".
His stiffness lessened with these words and finally he let himself fall into my arms, fall into my embrace, unknowingly I also leaned on him. My cheek touching his curls. His rather soft curls.
"you're saying this?" he asked with such joy and surprise in his voice.
"yes ofcourse, why not". I waited for a reply, it took him time but finally he said,
"because you've always been the sunshine for me. Since the day you've entered in my life, since I've got to know you. my work was all I knew but for some reason I longed to come home at night to you. I always saw you as someone whom I don't deserve, who's too good for me, too young for me. So I just enjoyed every second we are together, fir one day you may choose someone to love and move out. I tried to do every little thing that could bring you happiness. I was so lost, with you I found my way. But I won't demand anything from you, because I believe someone young, handsome a better person should be with you".
I couldn't believe, but I had to, it was all real, his words, his feelings, him.
"you never said you think of me so highly" I whispered.
"that's why I was broken everytime I saw you with a guy, but I was way more broken when I saw you shedding tears for them leaving you, how could someone like you be someone's second choice when to me you're not just the first or only choice but my whole being knows you're the right choice, a bit too right I was afraid to ever consider myself as your lover, I didn't dare to think of anyone else since I laid my eyes on you, I never chose anyone, no matter how smart, attractive or lovely they were, because now I see, I was supposed to choose you, I got so utterly devoted to you that I don't remember myself anymore. I only know you."
"Sherlock " I whispered his name while slowly letting his head go, I sat in my chair and wondered how beautiful his feelings are that neither his nor my eyes could hold a drop of tear from falling down. "now it's my turn then, I've barely been ever treated this well as you've confessed yourself, I've barely been completely understood. do you think, this immature, little less intelligent, day dreamer flatmate of yours is worthy of you?"
I knew it'd be enough to overwhelm him if he really thought so highly of me and it did. He didn't stop his tears this time, he immediately embraced me and we both cried silently while embracing eachother until his warm voice was heard saying, "then I guess we are actually worthy of eachother ".
I giggled, yes we are. absolutely yes.
"yes, I'll keep you happy ".
"and I'll treat you well."
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apprenticestanheight · 10 months ago
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heyheyhey!! someone wish me luck on getting the job I have an interview for tomorrow plsplspls
to convince you to wish me luck I have developed the pros and cons list of what will happen if I do get the job (I am also doing this for myself to really convince myself that I can DO THIS)
pros:
job = money
money = laptop after like two paychecks
laptop after two paychecks = more writing from yours truly (I am typing this while staring at my tv screen bc I use writing as a coping mechanism and located an HDMI cable which is also some of the reason requests have been on the slower end--I have to have my glasses on in order to see on such a big screen. I am typing this sentence while not wearing them to test how bad it is and i have to squint like I'm at the back of the room to see the screen less blurrily)
fixed term contract (seems like a con but stay with me) means I'll only be working like, 10-12 weeks which yeah not so great BUT I get experience and experience means more consistent 9-5 later on, plus if I save money while I work (aside from laptop that is a necessary purchase bc again, if I have to stare at my tv screen for another six months there will be tears and begging while I point desperately at my currently opened commissions) then I can have a bit of a backspace to fall on, yk?? like. if I ever decide I want something when I'm not working or if I need to buy more like?? bodywash?? idk, I don't have to crawl to my dad like "heyheyhey scary 5'8-ish adult man, I will do the dishes, clean the fridge AND the pantry for the low low price of $40 when you also happen to get paid"
will get me out of the house! I am stuck here all except for maybe once or twice in between the pay periods of my parents (they are my rides everywhere and they get paid biweekly so when they go for groceries I'm like HEY LET ME COME I WANNA EXPERIENCE EXTERNAL AIR PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE) and getting to leave the house and work with the people I'll be working with will also significantly reduce my anxiety, which I have to talk to my dr about putting me on meds for bc it has become debilitating.
I ONLY WILL WORK LIKE, 3-4 DAYS A WEEK!! The shifts are SUPER LONG which yeah not great but its a 40 hour week and that money will be good money (which I will put into a savings account that will build interest!!)
MONEYMONEYMONEYHONEYYYYYYY!! It adds up pretty quickly and making a dollar and fifty cents above minimum wage will mean that I'll be getting close to a thousand dollars if they pay me biweekly and close to five hundred if they pay me every week. 500-1000 dollars is a lot of money for a new laptop but also,, also a lot of money for a gym membership plus treats of both the caffeine and the liquor store variety (I will be nineteen in three weeks and feel like weed will be a better experience than alc was. I had fun that night but if I ever cry over not having enough money to order pizza again pls just glare at me)
work experience!! This job is a fixed contract job (I am starting to sound like a broken record with this oops) so it'll be less than half a year but it STILL WORKS!! Plus it'll be a good lesson and help me decide whether or not I want to pursue a career in working in old folks homes and if I can handle doing so for twelve hour days for the rest of my life. It'll be a learning experience that I can add to my resume and help me decide which jobs I'll either look towards or away from once I start looking for a job after the contracts fixed term is completed.
cons bc I am in fact thinking of those
working 3-4 days a week is great, right?? right?? yeah that part is where the goodness of the work schedule will kind of stop off bc yeah, three days on four days off is amazing but I'll be working 7-7. I also unfortunately happen to know myself and I know myself well enough to know that having to go into work at seven in the morning will result in me waking up at half past five in the morning to get ready and drink either an energy drink or three cups of coffee. I also like staying up until midnight so I will be stubbornly running on five hours of sleep lol.
occasionally needing to work weekends isn't that bad but its just--I can be a morning person during the week with an energy drink or three cups of coffee and those things only. On the weekends I sleep in late and I make coffee anyway bc its my routine, but waking up at 5:30 for a weekend shift is going to have me hangry and exhausted by noon.
the only other con that I can think of for this is that the twelve hour shifts could send me into burn out very very quickly. On the one hand I keep telling myself "yeah you'll work 36 hours in three days BUT you'll also have four days to sleep the burn out off and engage in hobbies that make the burn out easier to handle" but on the other I just--I know myself well enough to know that two and a half months of burn out from working twelve hour shifts through to the end of march could have me fully burnt out until the middle of may. I just keep wondering if the fact that I'm gonna be making a dollar fifty above minimum wage for two and a half months is really worth the exhaustion both physically and mentally lol.
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murusagi · 3 years ago
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[Shuuen no Virche -Error:Salvation-] Yves' Short Story Translation
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the original can be found here.
My home, a handymen service store Krewn that accepted any kind of requests, was located in a corner of Kuhne.
People usually come directly to our store with their requests. However, this time around, instead of paying us a visit, our client sent us a letter.
What they requested was…
"Looking for a lost old dog?"
"Yep. Their name is 'Ale,' a small dog--so small that I can hug them."
"I know we often accept this kind of request, but it's not very profitable in any way…"
Despite saying that, Hugo did not reject the request.
"Well. It's up to you whether you want to accept it or not. If you do, I'll handle the other requests. It's a great thing we only have wood chopping requests now."
"Thank you. I know I can always count on you." "Sighs. I'm not in the mood to hear such an obvious thing now."
***
"An old dog? Dunno. Their body must be weak since they're old, yes? I bet they're dying by the roadside."
I gave them my thanks and left as they continued their business in the largest street of Marche.
"Just because Alpciel is a small country, it doesn't mean I can find them easily, huh."
I scratched my head, talking to myself. But I didn't give up and headed to the next location.
***
A few days after that…
I continued looking for Ale whenever I had time. However, even though I had run around the country and searched their whereabouts, I still couldn't find them.
One night, I decided to go look for Ale while patrolling with the vigilantes. I came home empty-handed.
"Hmmm. Just where on Earth are they…? Considering their body, they shouldn't have gone too far…!"
"Are you still looking for that dog?"
Said Adolphe, my friend as well as the leader of vigilante, as I talked to myself in the church.
"...Hm? Have I ever mentioned that to you, Adolphe?"
"People in the town are talking about you 'cause you keep running around day and night."
He lightly scolded me for forcing myself. I apologized to him, saying, "Sorry, sorry."
"You don't have to be this focused in looking for the dog that you even sacrificed your sleep. Go home and rest today."
"No… I can't do that. I don't have time."
"You don't have time? What do you me…"
Before Adolphe could finish his sentence, a sound was heard from the church's door. However, there was no sign of someone opening the door.
"...? What was that?"
Just when we were wondering what happened, we found a letter in the gap of the door.
It was addressed to me, but I didn't know who the sender was. "Who on Earth are they?" so I wondered while opening the seal and checked the content.
"Today, when I was picking up herbs in the forest, I found a dog that looks similar to the one you have been looking for. However, I lost sight of them in an instant. I'm not certain if they were the right dog, but I wrote you this letter thinking it might help."
"...!!"
As soon as I finished reading the letter, I lifted my head with excitement.
"I know you're worried about me, but sorry, Adolphe! I can't go home just yet...! I'm going to finish this request with Hugo!"
"...Just make sure not to force yourself."
I left the church right after I replied to him.
***
"... He didn't notice that the letter was from me--the god of Death, did he? I hope it can help him even for a little bit…"
***
I changed my clothes in a hurry and met Hugo who lives in another place. We then ran as fast as we could to the thick of the forest. There…
"Found you…!"
An old dog with shaky steps and bodies full of wrinkles. It was a relief that we managed to find them. However…
"There's a cliff ahead…!"
Not noticing that they were walking towards "death," Ale continued to totter around in search for their male owner.
We were so close to reaching them when their body was thrown into the air.
"ALE!!!"
Before I knew it, I found myself jumping from the cliff.
"Y-YVES!!"
I could hear someone's scream that sounded like Hugo's, but I couldn't stop once I jumped down.
"I can make it…!"
I kicked the slope, increasing my speed as I reached out my hand as far as I could. I managed to grab Ale and held them tightly in my arms as we fell down. Then, I said to the small body trembling in my arms…
"You'll be fine. Trust me! We can make it!"
Ale barked, as if they were responding to me. At that moment, due to a mighty jolt in my head and back, my consciousness faded away.
…..
"Goodness. You scared me half to death. What would happen to you if there weren't any trees there?"
"Woof...woof…"
"There's no need to worry. He might be bleeding, but his life is not at risk. I'm not very experienced, but I'll treat him."
After all...
"There's a big ordeal awaiting him. I can't let him die in such a place."
***
Several hours after that…
I opened my eyes and safely reunited with Hugo who came to pick me up in a hurry. My wounds had already been treated by that time. I thought Hugo was the one who did it for me, but apparently, he wasn't.
As much as I wanted to know who in the world that treated me… I had no time for that. Because it was finally the time to let Ale meet their owner again.
When we knocked on the door, a small voice could be heard from inside. Then…
"...A-Ale… You came home…. sobs. sobs…!"
Taking a deep slow breath, Hugo seemed to have understood everything after looking at the young man who could not get up from his bed.
As soon as we gently put Ale down on the floor, they immediately snuggled up to the bed the man was lying on.
That's right. Ale's owner was about to reach 23 soon. He'd die of the "God of Death's curse" that had been haunting Alpciel.
"This dog… has always been… with me. I know that my death is approaching. Even if you become a reliver and prolong your life… you will lose most of your emotion… a memory specification… you can't carry over. There's a chance… I will lose the "feelings" I have… towards them… right?"
That is why…
"I won't prolong… my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with… Ale."
Listening to him, Hugo then turned at me.
"So.. this is why you were in such a hurry to go look for the dog?"
"...Yeah. He didn't say it specifically in the letter, but his handwriting was thin and choppy… I figured he must not have much energy left to write."
The man did not lament or grieve, gently stroking Ale. As the dawn completely broke the night, he quietly breathed his last.
Then, after sending off their owner, Ale dropped into sleep a few days later. As if they were following their owner.
***
He was a foolish man who decided not to prolong his life for a mere dog.
...Said a large number of people who couldn't understand the path he chose.
However, I thought it's also a form of "love."
"...This softhearted guy. In this country where life and emotion are nothing but consumable items, your personality will bring you no good."
"Haha. I'm looking for a reward--"love," after all. We're in the same boat."
I also want to meet someone with whom I can share a one and only… beautiful, big "love," just like that person and that dog.
I couldn't help but think about them who died in the course of "love."
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songbirdsingingthings · 4 years ago
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This request (if it's still an option) might be a little odd and will admittedly stay more feminine, but if i may?
Might i request a small shoto x reader story where the reader is a practicing witch? It's something i personally am into and i think it would be fun to read. Imagine shoto learning about spell candles, crystals charging positive energy, tarot cards, that stuff, because the person he likes uses them a lot.
It might be a touch vague, plot wise, but from west I've read it's sure to be something you can make amazing. Thank you very much. (Anonymous because this is my first time ever requesting something like this and I'm way to shy about it.)
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Intuition - Shouto Todoroki x Reader
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi
MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist
WARNINGS: Fluff, Swearing (It’s Bakugou, so, that’s kinda a given)
Requested by Anonymous:
A/N: Hi!!! I am so sorry that this took me freaking AGES to write. In between trying to research and find reputable sources to learn from about what you requested and dealing with school stuff (honestly, my teachers just think that all of my free time should be filled with school work smh) I finally FINALLY finished! I really hope you enjoyed, and I really found it interesting learning about all these things! <3
Word Count: 1.5K
“Y/N, may I ask you a question?” Shouto’s smooth voice cut through to your senses, rousing you from the book you currently had your nose in. Sitting just inches away from you was the red-and-white haired boy, the textbook he had been consulting now bookmarked and set next to him. With a raise of your eyebrow in curiosity, you marked your page and nodded.
“What’s on your mind?” You ask, leaning a bit closer to him. Shouto, being your boyfriend for now 2 months and comfortable with touch, wrapped a light arm around your waist.
“I was just curious about your choice of decor for your dorm, it’s quite unique.” A knowing smile graced your lips as your gaze left his handsome face and flitted around your dorm. On top of shelves, all over your desk, and even on the balcony windowsill you had, crystals and candles dotted the room. A smile graced your lips as you saw Shouto’s eyes on the various beloved items.
“I guess you can say it’s unique,” You start to say, standing from your spot on the floor and going over to your desk and taking your favorite crystal into your hand. It was a simple clear quartz cluster but it’s been with you the longest. You motion for Shouto to stand up next to you so he could see it more clearly. “This one is a clear quartz,” you explain as he bends down so that his eyes are eye-level with the crystal.
“It’s beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze transfixed on the quartz. With a laugh, you carefully place it back down on your desk.
“Well, it’s not all just a pretty face. It’s actually charged with a lot of healing energy, so it’s provided some real tranquility in my life.” Shouto’s eyes narrow in confusion, looking back up to yours.
“You’re not telling me that this crystal has a quirk, do you?” He asks, genuinely perplexed. With a bark of laughter, you shake your head.
“No, no, it doesn’t have a quirk. I’ve just been charging the crystal myself.” Still sensing some bewilderment from your boyfriend, you grab a few different items - the quartz, a spell candle from your windowsill, and a pack of tarot cards from your desk - and lead him over to your bed to sit down. “A lot of the things I have in my room have a more… spiritual side to them. Basically with things like crystals, I charge them with positive energies. I do this by cleansing them and then emanating positive thoughts, intentions, or words to the crystals themselves.” Shouto nods, seemingly understanding that concept.
“Are the candles and cards similar?” He wonders. 
“Well, they’re all similar in the way that they’re part of witchcraft. People who are practicing witches usually have some, if not all, of these things and probably a lot more. I’m kind of in the low-key part of witchcraft since I don’t really cast spells or am part of a coven or anything, but I really enjoy it.” You gush, causing Shouto’s cheeks to heat up a bit. He’s always loved seeing you so passionate about things whether it be in classes or during hero training, but your passion here was on a whole other level.
“Interesting,” he says, “so what purpose do the candles serve?” His interested tone causes a giddy smile to flicker across your face, sending you into ‘explanation mode’.
“The candles are actually pretty cool. Like the crystals, it’s recommended that you cleanse and charge them in order for them to work. I usually buy these from that crystal store on mainstreet, and this one is one of my favorites! It’s actually one for my zodiac sign,” you tell him, holding the glass holder up in front of him so that he could read the label. 
“And the cards?” He asks, leaning over to view the pack of cards.
“Oh! Those are tarot cards.” “I’m assuming they are pretty different from regular cards?” He asks, a little smirk on his face.
“You would be right in assuming that, yes,” you say, giggling while sliding the deck out of its container. You give the deck a few shuffles. “They can help to gain insight on peoples’ futures by drawing cards that represent your past, present, and your future.” Shouto’s eyes widened.
“They can tell your future?” He exclaims, a little wary but also excited about the prospect of it.
“Yeah, you want me to give you a reading?” 
“Yes!” Shouto says quickly. Your heart warms at his enthusiasm as you let your shuffling come to a stop. Spreading the cards out in your hand, you hold them face down in front of your boyfriend.
“Okay, pick three.” You say simply, yet Shouto still hesitates.
“Is there a strategy for picking them?” He asks.
“Just go on your intuition. Pick what your heart tells you to.” You murmur. Shouto nods slowly and lets his fingers hover over the cards. He lets his fingers dangle for only a minute before picking his three cards and setting them on your bed covers. With a satisfied smile, you straighten up the rest of the cards, set them aside, and turn your attention to the three he picked. You turn them over one by one. His first card, representing his past, is The Tower. The second card, representing his present, is the Death card. And finally, representing his future, he picked the The World card. As Shouto’s eyes rake over his cards, they settle and widen comically at the middle card.
“Uh, oh no, Y/N I picked death.” He said, his breathing becoming a little shallow at his sudden spurt of panic.
“That’s okay Sho, just let me give you your reading, yeah?” You soothe, urging him to calm down. With a hesitant nod, he settles down a bit. “Okay! So for your first card, you chose The Tower. Now this card represents sudden upheaval, broken pride, and disaster. Think back to your past whether it be just yesterday or years beforehand. I know you had a tough childhood and growing up was never easy for you,” you say, trying to empathize with Shouto. He nods acceptingly, having already acknowledged his past.
“Yes, this card makes sense.” He simply says. Your gaze focuses next on the middle card - Death.
“I know this card can look a little scary, but I promise it’s not.” You say, trying to gently ease Shouto into the idea that his current present is represented by death. “The Death card represents the end of a cycle, new beginnings, and metamorphosis. Think and turn your consciousness to your thoughts right now. Think about how much you have changed from your past, and find solace in the end of that cycle and the beginning of a new one.” Shouto closes his eyes and unconsciously begins to smile, causing your own to shine brighter.
“That is a comforting thought. I never thought I could find relief from a card that says death on it.” He remarks, opening his eyes back up to yours. You could tell he was eager to hear about his last card - his future.
“And your final card is The World. I’m not being biased or anything, I promise you I’m not, but this is one of my favorite cards.” You admit, earning a sparkle to show in your boyfriend's eyes. “The World card represents fulfillment, harmony, and completion. Try and imagine your future. This completion and fulfillment could come in the form of many things whether it be your career, your friendships-”
“A romantic relationship?” He asks, his cheeks now burning with red. You feel yourself begin to fluster and the silly smile across your face causes you to look at your hands.
“Yes, this card could potentially apply to a romantic relationship.” You murmur softly. You busy yourself with cleaning up the cards and putting them back in their container, still flushed with the thought of Shouto hoping for harmony within your relationship. However, your thoughts are put to a halt when Shouto has a soft hand beneath your chin, gently angling your head so that your eyes meet his.
“I like the thought of a fulfilling relationship with you.” He confesses, his doe eyes causing you to melt.
“I, uh, Shouto the card might not be referring to that though.” You stammer, your eyes flicking in between his and his lips.
“You said that I should go on intuition beforehand, yes?” He asks, wanting you to confirm. When you nod your head, his smile turns into a smirk. “Well then my intuition tells me that the card is referring to us.” And in one fluid motion, his lips are on yours. Like always, they’re soft, slow, and sensual… and you can never get enough of them. With one hand going up to play with his hair and the other one wrapping around his neck, you press yourself closer to him as he kisses you more feverishly. 
“Thanks for my reading,” he says breathlessly, each word in between kisses. You yourself are breathless as well, sinking into his embrace like puddy.
“Anytime.”
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tangledinmdzs · 4 years ago
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Hiya! I'm not sure if your taking requests, but can I request the LXC or poly WangXian (whichever you want^^) with a cosplayer s/o? Like one day they need something and walk in to them in full costume making tiktoks, then find out their job is a social media influencer? Thank you sm!!
Your blog is so addictive ngl💕💕
hehe, i’m so glad you’re enjoying my little posts, thank you for reading!  the funny thing is i just watched a movie yesterday with a plot that’s kind of like this; it was hilarious and i loved it a lot. let me give a go at writing, (☆▽☆)
here’s to your request~
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
it sounds like a song, maybe even a vocal exercise of some sort
honestly, Wei Ying doesn’t know
behind him, Lan Zhan closes the door, steps in
they both share a look
your small apartment was quiet except for the muffled sounds coming from your closed bedroom a little bit farther away
“you think y/n’s okay?” Wei Ying asks his companion and Lan Zhan does a funny little shoulder shrug as they both take off their shoes and walk deeper into your apartment
they get to your bedroom and open the door without knocking
honestly,
Wei Ying doesn’t know what he was expecting
maybe you playing on your keyboard or something
Lan Zhan peeks in over his shorter partner’s head
and they both, 
well,
they’re both kinda shooked
you’re in a full costume of sorts, with hair that’s a completely different color from your natural color, bright blue color contact eyes
and also
your voice
“oooh kayyy; and that’s how you do it! let me know if you need me to go through the parts again”
Wei Ying and Lan Zhan both stand at the door way, gaping at you as you lean closer to your phone screen to read the comments popping up
“who’s the two people by your doorway...” you mumble as your read the comment out loud and turn around just to yelp at the intruders watching you work
Wei Ying has the audacity to send an awkward wave at you
you want to yell, or say something else
but you’re quick to get back in character,
cause you’ve been doing this for a while now
it’s just your first time being interrupted like this
“wellll, my lovely friends, i think it’s time to end our little session for today! but tune in next week for another dance tutorial and a q&a with me to know all about my new costume!! sweet dreams angels!”
you quickly end your livestream and turn around to the two people still gaping at you from the door way
“don’t you guys ever knock!” 
and well, at least your voice was normal again
“what are you doing??” Wei Ying asks curiously, the questions tumbling out of his mouth as he comes into your room and sees your whole set up
the tripod stand, the lights
god, they were bright
“well, i run a small channel and people wanted to know how i made this,” you explain, incredibly brief, and the two boys in front of you look down at your frilly dress
“you made that?” both Wei Ying and Lan Zhan question, cutely, at the same time
“yeah, the stores don’t have it the way that i like, so i thought it’d be easier to just make it myself...” 
you’re suddenly bombarded by Wei Ying’s gushing and oohs
“wowowow, i never thought that i’d have such a talented girlfriend!” 
you laugh as Wei Ying touches the fabric of your dress, playing around with the frills
and your smile grows wider when Lan Zhan comes up to you and places a gentle hand on your head
“your eyes are cool when they’re opal, but i miss your (e/c) eyes.” Lan Zhan tells you when you look up to him
you smile, huffing out a little breath of air
“it’s just for the internet persona,” you reassure him, and he smiles down at you
your attention is back on the other person when you feel your dress being pressed
“alright, stop touching it you’re going to wrinkle the little ruffles,”
“but they’re so soft!”
“Wei Ying!”
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namjooningelsewhere · 3 years ago
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The Prince Charming!!
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Pairing : Yoongi x reader
Genre: 18+
Warnings: Absolutely nothing!!!!
Summary- You are forced to attend a prestigious homecoming ball which you wanted to avoid but also which you couldn't, you didn't make in any plans on avoiding until you actually meet someone interesting and suddenly everything just seems perfect. Comfortably perfect!
The big thingies weren't quite your scene, specially when all you had to do was look like a freaking doll and stand in poise and behave and watch what you said. Naah please you were done with it.
And today happened to be exactly that kind of day. It was ball at the most affluent family of the city, The Mins. Seems like the so called prince charming had returned to his kingdom after a sabbatical and to celebrate the return his parents had hosted a ball, actually quite grand one at that.
You never wanted to go home because you knew your mother would be waiting with her battalion of stylists, beauticians to make you look like a diva, which obviously you were not. You had features that were standing out but you thought you needed to shine from within to shine on the outside.
You crept inside your own house like a thief tiptoeing to avoid any noise that would attract the attention of your mother. "Rebeca where you think you are going?" Your mothers voice boomed through the corridor. She was your mother alright.
"Give me one good reason why you haven't tried the dresses I've sent to your room? One good reason why you haven't pushed it for the fittings yet?" Umm maybe i came just now, Maybe i was busy trying to prepare for a interview that can get me something real?" You scoffed.
"Very funny, now go to your room and try the dresses and show it to me?" She said. I walked slowly to my room displaying ample amount of disinterest. "Faster now woman, The balls in the evening not tomorrow" you heard your voice once again. How does she know everything? You still couldn't uncover this mystery, You checked if hallways had cameras but nope nothing nada.
You try a lot of dresses but a red one catches your eyes. You try the red one it fit you beautifully amplifying every curve at your body and with a thigh high slits making it look picture perfect. Which also made you look perfect for the gram;).
You finished with a little bit of makeup and a shimmery nude gloss which made your lips look even prettier. You arrived at the ball with your parents and it looked it was more of a met gala type event.
As you walked to the hall you could see girls in all kinds of designers making it a high society designer store, looks like the so called prince charming had a lot of options to choose from.
You were greeted by a cheerful greeting and you grinned by the ear, you knew who it was. Hobi your bestfriend waving right back to him. You gave him a friendly hug, and he gasped for a second "Look at you gorgeous, looking enchanting!! He chimed.
Oh boy didn't have much of a choice you see! You exclaimed. The event turned out to be extremely boring with occasional dances here and there. All everyone was doing was to try finding the guy in question.
You moved to the hallway to use the powder room all you could hear was the gossips about the prince charming, "Where is he ?" I've heard he's hot!! Imagine how will he be?" You were absolutely disinterested in the prince charming and the only reason you had your ass in the room was your mother. That woman was capable of throwing you out of the window if you didn't do what she said. She was someone you would never mess with.
You scanned the room for Hobi, this guy was nowhere to be seen. And somehow you exactly knew where he would be at this moment. You fumbled for the phone but let him just be, At least he was having fun.
The ball was going in full swing yet there was no sign of the prince charming, wishing that man would appear somewhere and this ball would end, so you looked at the exit so that you could have a breath fresh air, you found a exit to a open space down towards the parking.
You moved ahead and went near the garden, and just spread your hands the air felt cold and specially it felt even cold with the strapless dress you had on. "Bored already?" You jumped at the voice behind you.
You turned behind to see a man, a magnificent man. Dark hair on his forehead dressed sharp a tux and those rings in the fingers was the highlight and his sly smile made me loose my breath for a second. Who was this you thought to yourself.
"A lot actually, but I don't seem to have a choice" You sighed. "And why would that be?" He asked. "You friends with the Mins?" You asked in a cautious tone. No he said. "Just that I find such events exhausting not to forget my mother bought me here all dolled up because she thinks I might find a good match and that's downright stupid. You exclaimed.
You could clearly say he was amused. He chuckled and that made you zone out to a parallel universe. "Oh I forgot I didn't get your name?" I didn't give it out yet you chuckled. Rebecca you replied stretching your hand in forward to a handshake.
"Lovely name" he said. Before you could say anything out heard footsteps approaching and next thing you knew he pulled you by the hand and started running towards what looked like a lake house.
I'm sorry people would have misinterpreted and this is a small group of the people here you know, they talk he explained awkwardness quite evident in his voice. "I can understand all these people do is talk. And I'm the last one to be involved. I have a quite fierce of a mother who will not tolerate any such nonsense of this sort" he laughed at my exasperated comment.
"Did someone tell you are dramatic?" He chuckled. "Yeah but then i told them not to mention it again" you laughed. "What are you doing here? Friend of the prince charming?" You asked curiosity taking over you.
"Prince charming?" He asked amused. " Yeah since he has a gazillion girls here who are here for him, must be a charmer I guess you say. He looks like he wanted to have a laughing fit, but didn't do so. "What if he was a charmer? I mean the guy has money, power, mostly looks and what if hes sexy too? Don't you find it appealing?"
"That's not what's all appealing, I mean i cant just doll up and compete for someone who i don't even know and besides my kind of love is more of a personality not the wallet or the pants or the looks. You argued.
"I'm starving!!" he says with a cute expression. Why don't you find something to eat inside I'm sure they have a plethora of options."I said "Nope food inside feels boring, Lets go out." You had your jaw open to the ground at his offer, How were you even supposed to leave this god damn place without your mother knowing.
You planned a hundred scenarios but nothing concrete came to your mind but some voice in your head asked you to throw caution to the wind and go with the tux guy. "Okay you said but there is one thing you have to do for me," You look at him innocently hoping he would agree. "Anything" He replied.
"Can you get me a pair of sneakers? I am going to have my feet cut off if i stay in these heels for one more min." He burst out laughing at your request, "This is the most unique thing someone has ever asked me to do", He chuckled.
He ushered you to the parking lot and opened a car boot to hand you over a pair of white sneakers and you unknowingly threw your heels in his boot. ?He closed it and pulled you towards his bike, You had your eyes out of your head for a minute. "Care for an adventure?" He smirked.
"Haven't you been noticing I'm wearing a gown all this time? You asked amused at this persons innocence. "Oh come on sneaker girl i know you can manage and for all you know this might be the most adventurous night of your life? Be a sport!"
You still could not believe you were doing this as you wore the helmet but it seemed thrilling and you thanked the designers to have kept the slit big enough to manage. The ride was filled with an adventure you have never tried before and most of it for the part that he was a complete stranger and still you felt the urge to trust him like it was inbuilt.
You decided to eat kimchi fried rice avoiding his amused looks for choosing something simple when you could have gone more for a gown and tux place but for what it was worth it turned out to be one of the best meals you and he had in a while. The time was passing by in mere fractions as you planned your last stop on a hilltop, starlit and quite a scenic view of the city.
The wind was blowing in your face calming all the excitement of the night it had really been an interesting one for sure. "did you dance at the ball?" He asked . "No why? You know its a shame that you are wearing such a beautiful dress meant to be to a ball but you didn't dance. I smiled at his thoughts believing that coming to this ball was a decision that was totally worth it. Even worth of getting myself killed by mother the moment i step inside the house. But it seemed worth it.
"Who said we cant change it?" he said. You were shocked when he played the song that was the most perfect fit for the night and pulled me in for a dance. You swayed in his arms like you belonged there and he danced as if you were some queen he was having a dance with. You moved as if it was just meant to be and in that moment strangely everything seemed perfect.
The ride back was just you and him discussing your and his interest and just normal things, just as normally as a night could have ended except he didn't let you go till you handed him your number. "Thanks for saving me from the ball and i had an amazing time really" you said unsure of his reaction.
"Likewise" He replied but with a peck on your cheek. He left you at the door bidding a goodbye. As you stood there in two minds, relishing your encounter of the stranger whose name you had forgotten to ask and second what was the lioness inside the house going to do with you?"
You Froze on your spot when you received a text message:
Sneaker girl, FYI I'm not a prince charming!!!
Something inside you told you this wasn't the last time you were meeting this prince charming.
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hanii-rose · 4 years ago
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•Because I can't send anon ask in askbox, can I submit it on here instead? So I have this thought:
Garou and the s/o were childhood friends but separated after Garou began to train himself in Bang's dojo. Now after Garou was defeated he comes to visit s/o's house for temporary hiding and also to rekindle their relationship.
Expect both of them getting closer after that. It mostly fluff sfw but you can throw some hot nsfw stuff for the thirst 🔥🔥
But can I request that the s/o is gender neutral, please? It's kinda sad that I rarely find a writing for gender neutral or male s/o, so I will be very grateful if you write the s/o as a gender neutral.
Thanks so much and have a nice day! ❤•
Yay another request ☺️ I tried to write reader as gender neutral, I'm not that great at it, but hopefully it's good enough to post haha
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Reunited
Garou x GN! Reader
It had been a few weeks since Garou had inexplicably showed up at your front door, bruised and weakened. When you first saw him, you instantly recognized his signature hairdo and blazing gold orbs.
It was that kid from school! You occasionally played with him in your younger years, and the two of you had become particularly close, talking, pulling pranks and acting out other childish activities. But as you grew older, you focused more on your books and slowly started seeing less of him, ultimately drifting apart in highschool. You never saw him again, until two weeks ago that is.
After he came hobbling through your doorstep, you let him in, fed him and even bathed him. He took care of his own injuries and he's been staying with you ever since. You assumed he remembered you due to the fact that he called you by your name multiple times without you telling him. When you asked him why he showed up here and now, he explained his situation. His hero-hunting, the Monster Association, Bang's dojo and his pathetic defeat at the hands of a bald guy in a yellow jumpsuit. He told you he needed sanctuary for two or three months, at least until the search for him died down.
You understood his reasoning, albeit feeling a bit sad that he didn't come to you mainly to see you. Truth be told, you had developed quite a crush on the silver haired Adonis, even back then. But in the past, you were much too busy with your studies and his sudden disappearance left your desires unfulfilled. But now he was back, taller, stronger and much much more handsome. It reignited a little spark in your core and you constantly began to crave his touch and attention, often picturing him in the most lewd scenarios you could think of. You touched yourself so many times that you lost count. You tried not to most of the time, in hopes that he wouldn't notice your arousal. Little did you know that Garou was going through something similar.
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Presently, you had just returned home from work with a bag of store bought food. You hung your coat and scarf on the coat hanger and neatly discarded your black office shoes on the wooden shoe rack. You walked all the way to the kitchen, placed the bag of food down and rushed to the living room in hopes of finding your wolfish guest.
You walked in on him, shirtless, crouching on the floor and fiddling with something. His back displayed all of the hard work he had put into building himself these few years. Littered with bumps and crevices that most people could only dream of in their lifetime.
You, unbeknownst to him, gently pressed a finger down onto the back of his neck and slid downwards, following his spine to the middle of his gorgeous back. He visibly tensed and turned his head, staring deep into your curious eyes.
"You're back..." he stated, turning around and getting back to work.
"Yeah, had a long day today. What have you been up to?"
He shook his head softly and muttered, "Fixed yer damn side table. The wobbly piece of shit almost fell over when I walked by it."
You chuckled at his words while patting his defined shoulder and replied, "Well you're pretty nifty, aren't you? Maybe I'll keep you around longer, huh?"
He smirked and stood up straight, taut muscles glistened with sweat and biceps flexed as he scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't ya? A personal slave to do all of yer work for ya?"
You replied with an obnoxious 'MHMMM' and exited the living room, walking yourself to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge door, you grabbed the large 2 litre bottle of coke and two large sets of glasses and decorated them atop a tray.
Holding the tray and kicking the fridge door shut with your foot, you treaded back to the living area and set the tray down on top of your now fixed table.
"Sit down, I'll fix you a drink."
Garou complied, sitting himself comfortably on top of your black couch, the leather making scratching noises as he shifted around for the perfect spot.
"Thanks for the table. I've been trying to fix it for ages."
He nodded and grinned, "No big deal. It's the least I could do."
You sat down next to him on his right, leaned forward and poured the chilled coke into the two cups. Closing the cap, you handed him a glass and sipped on your own coke. You relaxed back into the couch, your shoulder brushing his ever so slightly as you unwinded. Work was getting frustrating, even for a desk job, not to mention your desires for the wolfish man would not relent, leading to many restless nights.
"This feels way too good." you lazily stated, stretching back and leisurely taking small sips from the cup.
"Yeah..." Garou agreed softly, his cup already empty.
You noticed the lack of substance in his hand and offered a refill.
"Hold your cup right. I'm gonna give you some more..."
You grabbed the large plastic bottle from the table and twisted the cap open, pouring carefully, a good enough amount of the sweet liquid.
Unbeknownst to you, Garou had outstretched his arm behind you, resting it at the headrest of the couch. His right knee brushed up against yours gently as he scooted closer to you, inhaling your intoxicating scent. Somehow, your smell was so much more stronger when you came home from work. He noticed it once, after you had accidentally bumped into him. And that unique smell drove him absolutely wild.
You turned back after filling his cup and placed the half empty bottle down. You again leaned back getting even more comfortable, somewhat leaning against him. From this position, he could trace your body through the white flimsy fabric of your office shirt.
It was turning him on more than anything.
He chugged his cup until it was completely empty, savouring every last drop of the fizzy drink. He placed his cup down and his now empty hand found purchase upon your clothed knee. His right arm still behind you, wrapped itself around your shoulder, trapping you.
"So tell me about work." he suggested, rubbing your tired shoulder.
"Oh my gosh, you have no clue how annoying some of my desk mates are!" you began.
"They constantly take things from my desk without asking and they are so unorganized, like at least learn to number your reports when you give em' to me, ya'know?"
He hummed and sighed with whatever you said, but honestly, he didn't give a crap about your asshole co-workers. Just let him stare at your stunning legs for a while longer. He could feel his cock twitching in his trousers, your lips trembled as you angrily ranted about your fellow employees. Those same lips he wanted to ravish with his own.
"-And then I said, I'm not going to your fuckin' baby shower and..." you suddenly quieted down.
Why was he staring at you like that?
"Umm Garou, you okay buddy...?"
He ignored your question again. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your cheek! You tried scooting away, but you were held in place by his left hand on your knee, gripping with force and his right arm wrapped around your shoulder.
You placed your palm on top of his hand and he snapped out of his trance, face red and pouting.
"... Is something wrong?"
He vigorously shook his head and scratched his cheek, the blush still faintly prominent under his chiseled cheekbones.
"Are you sure?" you asked, thoroughly concerned. You placed your open palm on his back and rubbed languidly, relenting your weight on top of his. Before you could get up from your position next to him, he yanked you downwards and you plopped down onto the couch, your back hitting the foam armrest.
"Yer so fuckin' sexy, ya'know that?" he asked, sounding somewhat angry.
"Huh?"
"I said, yer so fuckin' sexy. Such a fuckin' turn on!"
Before you could protest, he swiped his hand down your middle, swiftly popping off all of the buttons on your shirt and exposing your chest and stomach. You tried to push him off but to no avail.
"Garou! What are you doing?" you inquired, feeling absolutely embarrassed. Your cheeks dusted with red and you swallowed hard.
"Fuck... What the fuck am I doing?"
He sighed exasperatedly and got off of you. Standing up, he started walking towards the guest room, no doubt to put on his shirt and leave. But before he could turn the corner, you grasped his hand tight.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving. I shouldn't be around you anymore. I can't fucking control myself..." he replied, sweat dripping from his temple.
"What do you mean?"
You strutted closer to him, placing two hands on his bare chest.
"I like you, a lot. And I wanna fuck you all the time."
You were surprised, pleasantly. You giggled at his confession and leaned closer, almost falling on his hard chest.
Rubbing your hand down his stomach and over his delicious abs, you wiggled in his sight.
"I don't mind..." you spoke, tone awfully sly.
Your expression gave away your intentions and Garou found himself grasping your hips, bringing them closer towards his.
"Oh really?" he asked, equally mischievous.
You made a lusty 'mhmm' noise, confirming his suspicions.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned closer to his smirking face, and whispered, "I want to fuck you all the time too..."
"Fuck, yer such a tease!"
Giggling, you brought your mouth upto his and waited for him to place his on yours.
When your silent request was met, you closed your eyes and revelled in the passion.
He feverishly gripped your waist, slid his hand downwards, giving your ass a quick squeeze.
Breaking the kiss, he kept his face near yours, taking in your form.
"I've wanted to do that for so long..."
"Me too." you replied.
"So you wanna fuck me all the time too huh?" he asked.
"Yeah, you're the only one who can take my mind off of my demented office."
"Well then, should we get started?"
You nodded, lustfully looking into his eyes.
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Sitting down had become an issue for you these days. As the days progressed, so did your monster boyfriends hormones. But you two got by. You had to buy a new shirt though, and everyone at your office could tell you'd been fucked out of your mind. But nothing bothered you anymore, not even your moronic deskmates.
It seemed life had gotten better for the two of you, except for the severe back pain you had after Garou finished his dubious acts. Other than that you were fairly content with what you had right now.
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yoichichi · 4 years ago
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Bunny’s 200 follower event
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request: Hey, congratulations on 200 followers, you truly deserve them :) ! Matchup for aot please? I'm bi, a preference towards girls irl but men in anime and fiction. I'm Intp, 5w6, true neutral. I like drawing, swimming, video games, sleeping. I have some weird "hobbies" like sitting in front of my washing machine when it's done and smelling all the clean clothes, taking photos of every single cat I see, sitting alone in my rooftop and listening to music late at night. I also have a lot of scented stuff laying around because I'm a sucker for nice clean smells. I consider myself smart, Im not social and I don't like crowds. Although I might seem cold or uninterested at first, I'm kind, trusting and understanding to those I open up to. I can be pretty lazy, however I always finish important stuff and never leave my room dirty. I'm 5"8, with an athletic and slightly curvy body type. I want an understanding and loyal partner. Preferably introverted, or at least someone that doesn't mind having more casual dates at home. I'm the "bottom" in a relationship so I would also look for someone who is more of a "top". I've found myself attracted to multiple ISTPs, but also other INTPs. I wouldn't want a loud, super extroverted or hot headed partner. (ex.bakugo, connie) I'm not very good at expressing emotions so I would prefer someone that can be patient with me and won't move things too fast. Sorry this is long, and thank you for doing this :>❤️
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a/n: hi luv! Thanks for sending in the first request! And please don’t apologize for the length at all! I hope you enjoy! This is also not canonverse! I write these in mind with modern!au if that makes sense :)
Warnings: nsfw-ish themes but generally sfw
Reading your request, you have been matched with...
(づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ Reiner Braun
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Ok first things first with you and Reiner: naps naps naps
This man is big, warm, definitely smells like fresh laundry, and definitely likes to cuddle. So the fact you like to sleep? Yeah napping is becoming his favorite pastime with you
Definitely a big spoon type of guy but would also love it with your face buried in his chest, you can also smell how good he smells this way!
Tell him he smells good and he ~will get flustered idc
Ok but this man would send photos of cats to you
He’d be on a run and see a cat and immediately whip out his phone to send you a Snapchat, that’s like the only time he uses it at this point LMAO
Reiner would be such an understanding partner and LOVE stay at home dates
He’s definitely a bit of a homebody so getting to have cute little dates where you guys cook some stupid fancy dinner together are a must
He’s on the quieter side like you in public but definitely takes charge in the relationship with initiating things
The type to order for you in public and remember your order exactly but still looks at you after every time like, “that’s what you wanted, right?”
Please kiss his cheek and reassure him it’s correct it’ll make his year
The top in the relationship for sure, but also very soft with you
So even though he’s taking charge, he’ll always be asking for reassurance you’re alright and checking in with you constantly
He wouldn’t admit it but he would want you to draw him LMAO
Like he’d also just be so obsessed with watching you draw
Is he staring at you or the drawing? I don’t know if you catch him staring at you he will think about it for a week and get red every time it crosses his mind
I don’t see him as a big video game player but he would definitely watch you play them and just be so 👁👄👁 and ask SO many questions that I feel Iike would just make it even more confusing for him LMAO
Reiner is the king of understanding and patience
He will go as slow as you need and listen and do his best to support you as best he can
Late night cuddle convos are his fav bye ✋🏼
Your vibe reminds me of...
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Another suitable match for you would be...
(づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ Armin Arlert
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This man is another VERY understanding and supportive person
Now before anyone says anything this man is not a bottom and definitely takes charge in a relationship idc
Service top service top service top anyways moving on
He loves taking care of people and that includes you
He’s very attentive and good at knowing when your social battery is running low and is taking you home and scooping you into his arms so fast
Another big spoon type of guy
He loves having his face buried in the back of your neck with your back against his chest and his arms wrapped around you
Something about feeling you that close and secure to him just hits different for him
Candle lover omg
He’s a chronic bath and body works gift card holder it’s almost a problem LMAO
Sometimes he goes to the store and if he see’s a candle he think you might like he will buy it and bring it home like :) here, smell :) and just be holding it out at your face like :) you like it?
Ok idk why but he definitely likes to cup your face
Like you’ll be on the couch chillin and he’ll get up and stretch to go to the kitchen or something and see you and just 🥺🤲🏼
“You’re so cute 🥺🤲🏼” and it’s like, grandma aggressive
Like he’s squishing your cheeks and moving your head around and talking so loud and then leaves a stupid big kiss on your forehead and then walks off after like what he did was completely justified and normal
Ok so being with Armin does come with eren LMAO
Eren would want to play video games with you ~so bad
Cause you’re his besties partner!! He wants to make you feel like you’re apart of the group!
Armin absolutely loves if you beat him if that’s an element in the game
He finds it 1. Hilarious and 2. Hot LMAO
You can’t tell me he’d be kinda 🙂😏😳🙂 if you beat Eren
He doesn’t know if it’s his pride or what but something about it...
Ok obviously he loves swimming with you like, c’mon
He doesn’t care where, recreational pool? Check ✅ Beach? Check ✅ lake? Check ✅
This man just loves doing things with you and he loves swimming so :)
He will lather you in sunscreen at the beach whether you think you need it or not
You couldn’t say anything to him about it
He’d just be putting the sunscreen in his hands and then give you a ~look
He’d just raise his eyebrows and purse his lips and look so DONE just-
“(y/n), give me your arm.”
Loves rubbing your arms while you cuddle idc
He’s very caring and patient with you and his favorite way to show he cares is through his devotion and affection 💓
Your vibe reminds me of...
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eek! Here’s the first post in my event! I really hope you liked it! Please let me know your thoughts!
Requests are still open until February 26th 8:00 pm PST
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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years ago
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SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
Pairing: FFXV! NYX ULRIC x READER
Words: 2.262
Warnings: angst, fluff
Synopsis: To have feelings for someone isn’t always easy, mostly not for Nyx. And then, it’s Yn: his best friend and partner as a Glaive. Considering his past and the loss he already had to endure, he tries to store his feelings away. To protect himself. And to protect Yn...that's just not working with an unplanned confession...
'No! Yn, don't! Fall back! Get safe!', Nyx called out, seeing the big paw aiming for her position. It was a nightmare...no! Even worse. It was reality that reminded him of one of his nightmares he had during the last months. Since he noticed he had feelings for Yn, his best friend and partner, Nyx got nightmares on a regular basis. And all of them had one thing in common: Yn was always dying
No matter what Nyx did to fight back. No matter how fast Nyx was to hurry for help. No matter how much of a hero he was. He was always too late. And every single time, he had to watch her die like his sister.
In his dreams, every time, Yn looked at him helpless, seeking or pleadingly for rescue. And every time, Nyx reached out for her. And still, he was too late. Sometimes, he couldn't reach her at all and just could watch from a distance. Sometimes, he could reach her and was still not able to save her. Nyx always lost her. And each time, when he awoke, soaked in his own sweat, panting for air, he was determined to bury his feelings for her as deep as he could.
Then, Drautos had teamed her up with Nyx to fight against a Behemoth. A big, mean monster of a beast that had found its way to the wall. Of course, Yn was hooked immediately, she was always ready for a fight, but Nyx started to argue that he wanted a different partner. Just someone else than her.
From the corner of his eyes he had seen how Yn's face fell. The former excitement changed into resentment, unsure why her friend reacted like this to work with her. Nyx saw the betrayal in her eyes. Doubting their friendship and everything nice he had ever said to her.
But in his eyes, it was the best thing that could happen to her. Nyx knew that he brought bad luck to the ones he loved. And this time, he wanted to make a difference. This time, he wanted to control Fate like it always controlled him. And if that meant he had to deal with her anger or that she even ended their friendship then, he would live with it.
Much to his dismay, Drautos didn't listen to whatever Nyx came up with without telling him the truth behind his request to switch partners. His captain stuck to his plan and Nyx had to obey…
All this ran through his mind, as Nyx entered his room after they were back from the mission. He was sweaty, dirty and tired but they had lost no one. Not everything had been easy on this mission but at least, Yn was still alive and healthy.
Nyx was just about to take a shower, he already opened the jacket of his uniform, as someone knocked aggressively on his door. As he opened it, Yn stormed into his room. Not her typical, civil manners but Nyx wasn't really surprised. Now, he just had to be careful to say the right things.
"We have to talk.", Yn demanded, stopping in the middle of his room with crossed arms and tapping foot.
"About what?", Nyx asked coldly while closing the door. He avoided her eyes in fear of what he would see. Alone her angry voice let him already regret a few things.
"About today? First of all, why did you try to team up with someone else? You refused to work with me. Why? You never did that before.", Yn asked and waited. She noticed that Nyx stayed in some distance to her, leaning against the wall next to the door. He wasn't even able to look her in the eyes. It was unusual and if she wouldn't be that angry, she might have asked about it.
"I had my reasons.", Nyx just said.
Yn waited but as he stayed silent, she stepped forward, "Oh, yeah? You wanna tell me what reason?"
"No, I don't want.", he said serious.
Surprised, she raised her brows before her face went back to the angry grimace, "Alright, then what was that on the battlefield, huh? Can you talk about that?"
Nyx clenched his jaw together. He was tired from the mission and tired from the countless, sleepless nights. He also feared if he wouldn't watch out, he could say something he might regret later. Obviously, the fight to keep her safe from him was still not over. Maybe Nyx had to be more mean to save her from himself, "I saved your ass. You wanna thank me? Fine. You're welcome.", he said snappishly, finally looking into her eyes. What he saw in them froze his blood. He had never seen her so angry before. Pure hatred stared back at him.
With gleaming eyes, she stepped forward, "I didn't mean to thank you. It's arrogant of you to think I needed your help.", she hissed.
"You trust me, right?", Nyx asked calmly and saw that he took her off balance with this question. Slowly, the anger vanished from her face and almost completely out of her beautiful eyes.
Yn stopped in her moves and stared at him with big eyes, confused about the sudden change, "Su-sure, I do, but-"
"Good. Then, you have your answer. Trust me, I did the right thing. And now, leave me alone.", Nyx said, pushing himself from the wall to pass her.
Yn grabbed his wrist and turned the taller man back to her, "Are you nuts? Are you trying to get killed? The situation was under control and you ran into my line! I almost hit you!", she said. Her voice had changed from anger to concern. And even her eyes were filled with it.
Nyx saw how much she cared about him. She took the actions from the battlefield as something reckless from him. He saw that she feared for his life or what he could do to himself. That was wrong, at least, in some way, "I had to protect you!", he called out, losing his nerves slowly.
Yn's eyes went big by surprise about his sudden outburst before she became serious again. She knew that he thought he had to protect everyone around him but Yn saw it kinda differently, "I didn't need to get protected!", she called out but tried to calm herself because in the end, it was still Nyx, her best friend. Of course, he would watch out for her, "Listen, there was no danger. Everything went like planned. And even if, why do you think you have to save me?", she asked softly.
"Because I god damn love you!", he blurted out, yanking his wrist out of her grasp to turn around. Angry about himself, he raked violantly his fingers through his hair as he realized what he had said.
Yn stood there, staring blankly at Nyx' back while she tried to process what just had happened, "Y-you do- what?", she breathed. Her mind searched for a way to see that as a joke but there was no payoff. Slowly, Yn raised her eyes back at her friend, "You can't do that... You're Nyx... You never love someone. Y-you stay away from any romantically involvement-"
Nyx turned around, staring angrily at her that let her flinch. He saw it but he couldn't change it, "Because I already lost too much!", he hissed.
"Nyx...", Yn said softly, knowing exactly what he meant with his mother’s and sister’s death. He had lost his home. He had lost a lot of things. He was alone and felt maybe even lost. The easiest way was to cage himself.
He shook his head about her calm voice and the soft, loving glance in her eyes. He wasn't allowed to give in, "Alone the thought of losing you gives me nightmares and today, it was pretty close...", he whispered, fighting back tears he wouldn't shed.
Yn stepped forward, reaching out for him, "Nyx, please..."
But Nyx stepped back at the same time to keep the distance. He knew, if he would get touched by her for one second, he would be done and then, there was no way to go back, "Please, just leave.", he whispered.
Yn considered her next step carefully, maybe to give in to his request, but as she saw Nyx' tormented, painful expression, she couldn't leave him alone. She didn't want to leave him alone. So, she ignored his plea and stepped further forward to reach him. Softly, Yn laid her hand on his scruffy cheek, brushing against the small braids in his hair with the tips of her fingers while looking into his perfect blue eyes.
Nyx leant against her touch, closing his eyes while inhaling her warm scent. Alone this small touch let his skin burn in an all consuming fire. He was craving for more and knew at the same time that it would end him and his strong will to resist his wish to be close to her if he would give in.
Tilting her head, Yn smiled about this innocent move from this tough man, "Nyx, you can't block out everyone from your life.", she said softly.
"But I can try.", he whispered.
"But you shouldn't. For what reason should you be all alone?", Yn asked and waited for his reaction. Now, where everything became calmer, she noticed how her heart was racing because of his confession. Without knowing it, Nyx had said the words Yn craved to hear from him.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, meeting her intense glance watching him, ‘God these eyes’, he thought. They were haunting him day and night and he wished he could see a love-filled glance in them that would be reserved just for him. At least, for once, "It could save lives. It could save your life."
Yn chuckled softly, "I'm pretty good at watching out for myself. Always have, always will. Don't worry about that.", Yn said reassuringly, "That shouldn't stop you from getting what you really want."
Nyx snorted low about her confidence and shook his head with a smirk. Slowly, he snaked his arms loosely around her waist as he noticed that his neatly built wall started to crumble slowly, "You're so extremely persistent.", he whispered.
Yn snaked her arms around his neck, raising her head to keep eye contact, "Of course, I am. You're so damn handsome and perfect, Nyx. I always thought I would never have a chance with you. That we would be just friends. And then you drop this confession? Count on it that I would fight for this opportunity to get close to you.", she said with a smile.
Steadily, Nyx dragged her closer to his body, tossing his doubts and concerns slowly overboard after her words, "You mean close like this?", he whispered smirking, enjoying having her in his arms finally.
Yn matched his smirk and pulled him down, closer to her, "Actually, I mean close like this.", she breathed and connected their lips. Both relished in the pleasure to feel each other. Yn shuddered as she felt Nyx' warm, strong hands sliding underneath her shirt. He caressed her skin with his fingers and nails as he dug into her back, pulling her as close as possible.
Blissfully goosebumps spread down Nyx' spine as Yn tickled his neck with her nails. Softly, she let her fingers slide into his black-greyish, long strands, playing with the braids that granted her deep, throaty moans from the hero. She smirked against his lips about his reaction. To know to have this kind of impact on such an incredible man, turned her on even more…
A knock on the door let them both freeze in their moves but as Yn tried to escape his grip, Nyx held her strong in his embrace and shook his head slowly with a smirk. His breath was uneven and his heart was racing but his training as a Glaive allowed him to keep his composure. Still staring into Yn's hungry eyes, he answered: "What is it?", his eyes flickered down to her slightly swollen lips.
Provokingly, Yn licked over her lips with her tongue as she saw his dark, lust filled glance.
"Nyx... Drautos wanna see us all.", Crowe called through the closed door.
"Alright, I will be there in ten.", Nyx called back, letting his eyes roam over Yn's face, already having certain ideas in his mind how the night would continue when they were alone again.
"One more thing... uhm... I can't find Yn. Do you know where she could be?", Crowe asked and even through the door, Yn and Nyx imagined her frowning where their friend was. Yn raised one brow questioningly about how Nyx would answer.
"Sorry, I haven't seen her since we're back. But maybe she's at the training ground. Letting off some steam."
"Okay, I'll go and get her. Thanks.", Crowe called back and left.
"Letting off some steam, huh? Quite the opposite, I would say.", Yn breathed seductively against his lips.
"True, but that gives us a few more minutes for this. A foretaste for later.", Nyx breathed, matching her tone, and crashed his lips hungrily back on Yn's to feel her close again. More than willingly, she moved with him. Pulling him even closer with her hands grabbing the fabric of the shirt underneath his jacket, feeling his body reacting to her touch.
And just like this, Nyx’ sleepless nights filled with nightmares got exchanged with another type of sleepless nights… shared with Yn…
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sillyrabbit81 · 4 years ago
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Her Heavy Cross
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Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?
Pairing: OMC x OFC
Word Count: approx 3.6k
Warnings: smut, swearing, Dom vibes, dirty talk
Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.
Part 14 Part 16
Part 15
After lunch, Liam took me on a tour of his house. We skipped the ground floor as I had already seen pretty much everything.
The first floor was a complete mystery to me. First, Liam showed me his study. It had two desks; on one, Liam had a fancy-looking PC, the other had a laptop and scripts and other paperwork scattered around. It had a large built-in bookcase with only a few books in it, most of them mine. I frowned at this. For an avid reader, he had a small collection. There was also a tiny bathroom, a guest bedroom which Liam says sometimes Ryan stays in.
The last room was a cinema room, all painted black with three rows of reclining chairs set on raised platforms with a projector screen. "This is fantastic," I said. There were cupboards, also black to store discs. When I opened them, I saw Liam's movie collection was also surprisingly bare. "For someone in the film industry, you don't have a lot of movies."
"I do, but most of them are back in London. It's the same thing with all my books and half my wardrobe. I don't know how long I'll be here. If the show is a success and gets picked up for another series, I might ship some of it here."
I let his words sink in. I don't know why, but it never really occurred to me that he may pick up and leave in six months. I felt myself close up and shut down. Regret started to set in. I tried to ignore it and tell myself to cross that bridge when the time comes. I forced a smile as I closed the cupboards and said to Liam, "What's next?"
We went up to the second floor. Liam's bedroom was there with another two bedrooms and a sitting room. The final floor was where the real master bedroom was. It had the gorgeous bathroom we were in last night and a huge bedroom that took up nearly the whole space. It had an even bigger wardrobe than Liam's, split in two with distinct areas for each partner. The bedroom had its own lounge area, and the whole room was arranged like a hotel suite complete with en-suite balcony and city views. It was exceptional. I was so blown away by the house, mansion really, that for a while, I forgot to worry about the future.
"Why didn't you use this as your bedroom? It's amazing."
Liam shrugged. "I did when I first moved in. But it was too big for just me. I felt lonely up here, and it was that bit harder for Cole to come and see me. I almost moved down to the first-floor bedroom, but it doesn't have a dressing room, so I went to the one I'm in now. What do you think?"
I was leaning on the balcony railing, looking towards the city. The trees were a colourful mix of green, red and gold. A few were starting to lose their leaves. It was so pretty. I felt Liam come up behind me and wrap his arms around me. He put his chin on my shoulder, and we both looked out towards the city. "Of the house? It's amazing. I don't know how else to describe it. I mean, it's a bit much for me. I'd cry if I had to clean it. But I assume you have cleaners?" Liam nodded. "Yeah, I wouldn't live in a place this big without a cleaner."
"I'm glad you like it. I want you to be comfortable when you come over."
I interlaced my fingers with his and held them against my belly. "I'm definitely comfortable right now." We stood there for a while and relaxed into each other. Thoughts of Liam leaving reared it's ugly head a few times, but I ignored it. Instead, I focused on now. All I could do was enjoy the time I had with Liam and make the best of it.
Soon the wind started to pick up, and I grew cold. Liam took me back inside.
"I've got to work out for a bit," Liam said as we took the stairs down. "Do you think you can keep yourself occupied for an hour or so?"
"I could join you if you want? I didn't go to the gym yesterday so I could do with some exercise."
"Yeah, ok, let do it."
Liam went into his dressing room, and I changed in his room. I put on a pair of white and black ankle grazer tights and a white sports bra. I felt good in it and knew I looked good too. I went over to the chair to put my shoes and socks on and caught Liam looking through the door.
He was dressed already in shorts and a singlet. Guys always seem to get dressed so quickly. It takes me ages to dress unless I'm in a rush. Liam leaned in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching me. I ignored him as I did my shoes up.
"You look good in that." He said. I caught myself straightening my back, and a warm tingle flowed through me. I liked his little compliments.
"Thanks," I said, getting up. I put my hair in a ponytail, deliberately sticking my chest out as I did.
"Is that what you normally wear to the gym?"
"I usually wear a singlet over the top."
"But not today?" A smile spread over his face.
I smiled and said airily, "Nope, not today."
"I know what you're doing, Sweetheart." He walked past me, patting my bottom as he did. I tried to look innocent. "Come on. Let's go."
Liam put some music on and got started. Cole heard the music and came in, plopping himself on his mat in the corner. I blocked both of them out as much as I could and focused on the music. I was not going to get caught looking at Liam. I was going to make him look at me.
I got on the bike to do a bit of cardio. After warming up, I spent 10 minutes doing some interval training and worked up a decent sweat. I went over to the barbell, removed several weights, muttering "fucking hero" under my breath. I started my weights with a few sets of deadlifts. I noticed Liam in the corner of my eye with a kettlebell. He was sweaty too and looked amazing doing his lifts, but I pulled my eyes away. He was watching me. Good. I tried hard to keep the smirk off my face, but it was bloody difficult.
I focussed on my next exercise. I changed the weight again for the overhead press. These were hard for me, as my upper body was weaker than my lower body. I did these as quickly as possible because I hated them and only did them now because I knew they would drive Liam to distraction.
I did some goblet squats with a dumbbell before moving to my favourite, the weighted hip thrust. I got the barbell again, sat with my back against a bench, and brought the barbell to my hips. I planted my feet, and exhaling, I leaned back onto the bench, squeezing my glutes until my upper body and hips are straight. Then I lowered and exhaled again and repeated the exercise. When I had finished the set, I lowered myself to the floor and rested.
"Do you do that at the gym?" Liam asked.
I didn't look at him, knowing I would smile if I did. "Yeah. Why? Am I doing it wrong?" I knew full well I was doing it right.
"No, your form is lovely," I ordered myself not to blush. Liam paused and asked, "Are there men at your gym?" Got him.
"Yeah, it's usually 75% men."
"Lucky bastards." I looked at him and giggled. I wanted to smack myself. I was trying to be sexy, not a fucking child. He was sitting on a bench press. His legs were on either side of the bench, and his elbows rested on his knees. He was still sweating, his curls plastered to his forehead. His arms glistened. I wanted him to fuck me so badly.
Composing myself, I said. "I have another set to do."
"I'm finished." He said, "Go ahead. I'll wait."
I got back into position and repeated the set. When I finished, I lowered myself back to the floor. Liam asked. "Done yet?" Liam was standing now. He had moved closer and had his hands on his hips.
"One more." I was excited. My heart rate was raised, not just from the exercise.
Liam growled impatiently.
I started my last set, and my body was trembling. I didn't know if I could do the full set. I was too excited, too turned on. Liam entered my field of vision, watching me as I worked. I wasn't going to be able to do it with him watching. I closed my eyes, found my focus, and continued.
As I finished and rolled the barbell away, Liam lifted it and put it away. I laid down on my back and stretched out my muscles.
Liam stood over me. "You did that on purpose." It wasn't a question.
Still trying to play innocent, I said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I was just working out."
"Get up."
"I'm stretching."
"You're done. Get up."
I smiled at him and put my hand out. "Help me up?"
He grasped my hand and lifted me. He pulled me close and kissed me hard. "You're a fucking tease." He said. He didn't let me go. He held me tighter, his hand resting on my arse.
I started to protest that I didn't know what he was talking about, but he spanked me and said. "Don't deny it." He said, lifting me and wrapping my legs around his waist. "You know you were trying to get me hard." I could feel him against me. It had worked. "Since it worked, you can deal with it." His voice had taken on the gravelly tone he used when he was turned-on. It thrilled me. I put my arms around Liam's neck. Kissing me again, he walked out of the room. His lips tasted salty as I kissed him back.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked.
"I'm giving you what you want. I'm going to fuck you."
"I didn't say that I wanted that," I said. Oh, but I did want that.
"You didn't have to," Liam said. He pushed me against the wall in the elevator as he pressed the button. "You know what to say if you want me to stop." He looked me in the eyes, "Anytime you want me to stop, I will. Don't hesitate or do anything you don't want to." I nodded to show him I understood. "Good."
When the lift opened, he took me to the bathroom we had used last night. I chuckled when I saw his clothes were still in a pile on the floor. He had let the water out of the bath and replaced my robe.
Liam took me over to the shower. "Shoes off," he said, and I took my shoes and socks off while he did the same. "Let your hair down." I pulled the band out and shook my hair until the curls fell around my shoulders. "Take your pants off." I lowered my tights slowly and stepped out of them. Liam did the same I could see how hard he was now. He continued to tell me to undress as he did the same until we both stood, our bodies bare.
He was beautiful standing there naked and hard. His arms looked more impressive than usual because of his work out. I wanted to touch him. I stepped closer to him and put my hand on his bicep. I felt my way up his arm, over his shoulder and across his collarbone. I stood on my toes to kiss his neck while I felt his chest. I reached my hands around his back and pressed myself against him. "Get in," he said. "Hurry."
I let him go and got into the shower. The temperature was perfect, and I let the water run all over me. I ran my hands through my hair to make sure it was all wet before turning around and facing Liam. He turned me around until I met the wall and used his body to shepherd me until my whole body was against it.
The tiles were cold, instantly making my nipples grow hard and tingly, sending ripples of pleasure down to my sex. My arms were pulled behind my back, elbows bent and forearms next to each other. Liam's body pushed into me, holding them there. In this position, I was helpless, and at his will, he could do what he wanted. It excited me. My whole centre throbbed. I wanted him. He was taking too long.
Liam's knees forced my legs apart, and I could feel my slick arousal on my thighs. He tilted my hips so my bottom jutted out. I thought of how I must look, arse out, legs apart, arms behind my back with my breasts and face pushed into the wall, his huge body covering mine. He leaned his head on the tiles next to mine, and his teeth nipped at my ear. I shivered in pleasure, in desperation and need.
I cried out in shock and relief as I felt Liam's fingers reaching around and parting my slit. "Fuck," he growled into my ear. "You feel so fucking good." He found my clit and played with me.
I cried out. I was so aroused I was almost too sensitive for his touch to feel good. I tried to pull away, but Liam's hold was firm. His fingers followed my every movement, not willing to let go until their mission was complete. He kissed and bit my neck and shoulders, adding more sensations to my already overwhelmed body. I didn't think I'd be able to take it.
Then it felt good, better than good, and I was able to stay still and let him have me. Liam's fingers danced over me. My cries quickened, and my body felt tight. I knew my climax was fast approaching.
Liam knew too. "Are you going to cum, Lana?" He stopped kissing me and watched my face. I couldn't say anything. I was too strung out, too close. I nodded as best I could. Liam put his hand into my hair and pulled my head back.
"After you cum I'm going to stick my cock into your tight wet pussy and fuck you until I cum. Is that what you wanted, Lana? Is that what you wanted when you got dressed in your skin-tight clothes? When you wore that bra that pushed your perky little tits together? When you lifted those weights, and I had to watch you thrust your arse and hips around? Is this what you wanted?" I tied to say yes, but instead, I came undone.
Liam kissed me, his mouth consuming me, his tongue owning my mouth as little aftershocks rippled through me. He took what little breath I had, and I was left gasping. The sound of the shower was suddenly thunderous in my ears as my senses returned. The stream of water was hot against my cooling skin, but it felt good. I was still gasping when I felt Liam's cock at my entrance. He stood up straight, releasing my hair and arms. Although they ached, I put my arms against the wall to brace for what I knew was to come.
His hands steadied my hips as his cock parted me, opening me up to him. I heard him groan as he entered me. I was tight from my orgasm, but I was so wet and relaxed he slid in quickly. His size stretched me until I was full, and he had sheathed himself completely. He wasted no time and immediately ploughed into me. Each thrust was rough, almost reaching the point of painful, but always just shy. I pushed back into him, arching my back further to give his movements more room.
His fingers dug deep into my hips as he forced them back to meet his. Each push seemed to elicit a deep exhale from Liam's throat, a growl that grew more shallow with each moment. I heard him bellow as his hands reached up for my shoulders. He pulled my shoulders down as he pushed so hard into me, I thought I would split in two. He held me there for a moment as he let go into me, and I cried out, unsure if it hurt or felt like heaven. I felt him release inside me, pulling me down while he pushed into me. I almost cried no more, but it would have been a lie because the hurt was too sweet.
Liam's head lulled onto my back as he released my shoulders and regained his breath. He lifted his head to turn me around. With my back against the tiles, he once more leaned into me, this time just to hold me, his head buried in my neck. I held him to me, wanting his comfort, and he kissed my neck softly, moving up to my face and kissing my lips.
He was smiling as he brushed my hair off my face. Then he moved me under the water. He found the body wash, couldn't find a sponge or anything so he just used his hands to wash me. He ran his hands all over my body, and it felt heavenly. He rubbed my shoulders, massaging deep into me, his thumbs moving so deeply they almost hurt. Any tension I had left fell away, and I felt light and free. He gave himself a quick wash before he stepped out and brought me a robe and slipped one on himself.
"Finally, you decide to cover up," I said as I watched him use a towel to dry his hair. His curls were a cute little mess on his head almost fluffing up like a duckling.
"Yeah, righto mate." He said, using my slang back at me.
I laughed. "Seems I'll make an Aussie out of you yet."
"Pull your head in," Liam said, complete with a halfway decent accent.
"What the hell? I don't think I've told you that one!"
Liam smiled and kissed me on the nose. "That one I learned from Boyd."
"Who's Boyd?"
"Boyd McCarthy. He is going to play my best friend. He's helped me out with a few phrases. However, I don't entirely trust him. He tried to get me to believe in drop bears."
"I like him already," I said as I gathered my clothes.
"Well, you'll meet him on Thursday."
"I still don't know what to wear to that."
Liam had his clothes, and we went downstairs. "I can take you shopping tomorrow if you'd like."
"I wouldn't even know where to start."
"Usually, high-end fashion boutiques or department stores."
I thought for a minute. We had arrived in the bedroom, and Liam went into his dressing room.
"Ok. I think a department store. They will have everything I need, shoes and a bag. We won't have to go to a million places."
"If you want to go to a few boutiques as well, I don't mind. We can take as long as you want."
I shook my head. "I don't like clothes shopping. I order most of my stuff online. I'd rather spend a day online shopping than dealing with crowds in shopping centres. I'm only agreeing to go into a shop because I have no idea what's in fashion or if I enough time to get the right dress online." I looked at my bag, "Hey Liam, what are we doing for dinner? Are we staying in?"
"What does it look like?" Liam came out in his tracksuit pants.
"Fair enough, tracky dacks it is."
Part 16
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eryiss · 4 years ago
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Fraxus Week 2020: Day 3 - Losing Control
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Summary: After a crappy post-college first year, Laxus jumped at the opportunity to leave town for a week for a road trip with his friends. He intended it just to be a week away with his friends, but when he meets an unfamiliar stranger, the vacation turns into something much more. [Fraxus Multichapter]
This is the third part of my Fraxus Week admissions, hosted by @fuckyeahfraxus​. This year I’ve made the prompts into a single multi-chapter fic. You can see all the chapters in the Masterpost linked below. Hope you enjoy.
You can read this on Fanfiction, Archive of our Own, and under the cut. Read the other chapters from this masterlist.
Chapter Three – A Small Diversion
Laxus hadn't expected to enjoy driving the RV as much as he did. He thought it would have been a lot heavier, more susceptible to the wind of the open highway, but it was actually quite pleasant a vehicle. Well, it could be pleasant. The pleasantness was slightly affected when, out of nowhere, a strong hand slammed onto his shoulder with overexcited glee, and then another hand interrupted his vision while pointing to a billboard.
"We have to go!" Bickslow exclaimed. "We just have to."
"Go where?" Evergreen asked from her seat in the van.
"To the largest and most splish-splashiest waterpark in this and the surrounding states," Bickslow almost yelled as he read off the billboard. "Now fixed with a wave pool, lazy river and two new splashtastic waterslides that are a thrill ride for the whole family."
"You sound like a poorly produced radio advert," Freed commented from the passenger side seat, smiling. "Also, I don't think any of us packed swimsuits."
"There's a town right before the park," Bickslow said with glee, and it was clear that he had set his mind on the idea and it would take a lot to convince him otherwise. Laxus wouldn't have been shocked if Bickslow had planned it out beforehand. "They'll have a clothing store with swimsuits, right? It's be weird if they didn't. Come on babies, we have to go!"
"That actually sounds quite nice," Evergreen commented, flicking through her phone. "It'll be nice to get out of here for more than the length of a meal. And it's not like we have to rush to the canyon and back."
"Are you sure?" Freed asked. "I thought Laxus worked, you probably only had a limited time off."
"I claimed two weeks," Laxus shrugged. "Knew we might get distracted, and I was planning on working on some shit around the house before I went back to the office, so I'm not worried about time."
"So we can go!" Bickslow cheered.
Laxus grinned a little at the mans near childlike enthusiasm, and then glanced towards the large billboard to see which exit he would need to leave at. He too was looking forward to spending some time out of the RV where they wouldn't be in a coffee shop, fast food place or a diner. Despite the fact they had only been on the road for three days, Laxus had wanted more than a rushed hour of eating crappy food out of the truck. Even if it was just an afternoon at a water park, that was better than stretching his legs in a parking lot.
It took him a moment to realise that Bickslow hadn't removed his hand from his shoulder, and Laxus frowned a little. When he glanced to the man behind him he saw him grinning wide at him, and Laxus suddenly felt quite unnerved.
"Just thought it fair to warn ya," Bickslow began again, his voice quieter now. "Freed swims as part of his work out. He wears a speedo, and I know from experience that he's one of the guys who can pull it off. So have fun with that."
Bickslow patted his shoulder firmly, and Laxus spent the drive into the next town trying desperately not to think about it.
Mercifully the drive wasn't that long, and they soon found themselves in a sports clothing store that boasted a wide range of swimwear. Another mercy for Laxus' sanity came from when he caught Freed picking out a pair of swimming shorts, meaning the blonde wouldn't be tormented by the sight of the man in nothing but tight spandex. When he diverted his gaze from the man, he saw Bickslow grinning at him, and he started to wonder how easy it would be to leave the guy at the roadside. He doubted that Freed or Ever would have any complaints.
When they entered the water park itself, Laxus was thankfully distracted. The place was a lot more impressive than Laxus had expected, with multiple waterslides coming from a central 'volcano'. There were many simple pools bordering the more exciting parts, a large river with people lounging on inflatables, and even a floating obstacle course that would have looked perfectly in place in some kind of game show. There was multiple food outlets and seating areas scattered through the premises. The fact that schools were still open meant that it was relatively empty as well, meaning the crowds that Laxus had been expecting didn't exist.
It had earned its title as the best and most splish-splashiest water park in the area. Laxus hated that he remembered the damn slogan.
"Well, since you boring bastards are probably gonna take for ever to do something fun, I'm gonna guess I'm going up the slide alone for now," Bickslow grinned, tugging his shirt over his head. "See ya later, kids."
Laxus shook his head slightly as he followed Evergreen and Freed towards one of the seating areas where they had both chairs and sun loungers.
"I bet you that he planned this," Freed commented, stepping in line with Laxus.
"I don't take bets I know I can't win," Laxus grinned, watching as his friend ran towards the plastic volcano. "Honestly, wouldn't be shocked if this was the only reason he wanted to go on the road trip at all. Going to the canyon is just an excuse."
"Perhaps," Freed chuckled. "I wouldn't mind if that's the case, I'm enjoying myself either way."
In a weird way, Laxus was glad to hear it. It wasn't as if he had to look after Freed; if he was anyone's responsibility, he would be Bickslow's. But after finding out that he had recently gotten out of a relationship that he'd been in for months, according to Bickslow, it was nice to know that he was enjoying himself. At the thought, Laxus had to wonder if that might have been the reason why they were at the water park. To give them all a day of stupid childish fun where they could forget about their problems.
Or maybe Bickslow just wanted to go on a slide called the Spine Snapper. Was that appropriate for a kid's ride?
Evergreen had quickly pulled a sun lounger close to a table, and was applying sun screen to herself. Freed had taken a seat at the table, under the shade of a large umbrella, and had opened the book he'd been reading on and off throughout the trip. Laxus took a seat adjacent to him, sliding in his headphones and reclining in the chair, allowing the warm sun to hit his face. He'd get in the water eventually, but at that moment he just wanted to relax.
Hopefully, he wouldn't fall asleep. Sharing a small double bed with Bickslow had given him less sleep that sleeping in a chair on his own.
He closed his eyes and placed his arms behind his neck, resting on them in quiet content. He had gone to place like this as a child with his grandfather, and had always greatly enjoyed them. And as different as the place seemed when he was an adult and couldn't run around like an idiot – unlike Bickslow – it was a weirdly nostalgic moment. It was nice to relax for a while, and not worry about the future as he had been doing for months.
"The heats starting to get too much," Freed commented after a while, and Laxus looked towards him. "I think I'm going to swim for a while to cool off."
The moment Freed looked to remove the billowy white shirt he wore, Laxus averted his eyes. He knew it was completely pointless, they planned to be at the park all day and there was no way he could last the whole time without seeing him shirtless, but at least he could stop himself from seeing the man undress.
"Have fun," Evergreen said with a bored tone, looking over her sunglasses.
"Try to look out for Bickslow," Laxus said with a grin, still keeping his eyes away from Freed. "He'll somehow fly out of a slide and land on ya if you're not careful."
"Oh don't worry, I'm always cautious of flying Bickslows," Freed said with a laugh before walking away.
Laxus shot a glance at his retreating form again. The musculature of his back and the firmness of his legs were really hot, and Laxus had to look away to stop himself from gawking. He knew that the man had some muscle on him, but he hadn't quite expected that much. The blonde almost regretted not looking at the front of his torso when he was undressing.
From the sound of shifting water, Freed had chosen to populate a pool near them. Laxus made sure to look down at his phone, scrolling down his playlist for something to do. He was unaware of Evergreen rolling her eyes at him from behind her glasses.
For a while, Laxus managed to distract himself with his phone or staring absently anywhere that wasn't near Freed. But eventually, when he realised that Freed was swimming lengths of the pool he was in, Laxus found his resolve fading slightly. He was elegantly vicious as he swam, speeding from side to side of the large pool with powerful stroke that highlighted his strong arms and legs. Laxus found himself temporarily unable to look away, and was only distracted when Freed reached the end of the pool and went to turn back. He would clearly see Laxus staring at him when he came up for air, and it wouldn't be easy to explain why.
"I'm gonna get a drink," Laxus said suddenly, standing up and looking to Evergreen. "You want anything."
"Ice tea if they have it, water if they don't," Evergreen requested.
Laxus nodded and turned tail quickly, walking to the nearest snack bar. He relayed his order to the vendor, who quickly got to work getting what he wanted. Laxus absently tapped his fingers on the top of the counter, trying to distract himself from the fact his crush was swimming beautifully behind him and had no idea the effect he was having on Laxus.
He couldn't even understand it himself.
Sure, Laxus had always been dominated by his feelings. It was what had fuelled his rebellious and angst-ridden teenage years – well, that and his crappy relationship with his equally crappy father – but this was somewhat abnormal. Laxus got crushes relatively often, and it hadn't been as intense as this before. And he couldn't explain it by saying it was because he was trapped with the man, because Laxus' crush on his college roommate had been gone in a day. Nor could he blame it on the fact the man was swimming, because Laxus often found guys at the gym hot and he'd endured a communal shower with a few of them, and hadn't been this awkward.
He was quickly losing control of this crush, and it needed to stop.
Because a relationship was probably the last thing Freed wanted right now. Bickslow had been vague about what Freed's relationship had been like, but said it had started before Christmas, meaning it had been lasted almost half a year. Having a break up after that long would leave some kind of an affect, and Bickslow had stated Freed closed himself off emotionally. He probably wanted time to heal, and friends to be around.
"That's four fifty, sir," The person behind the counter requested. Laxus handed him the money, still deep in through.
He just needed to be there for Freed as much as a friend of a friend could be. They would joke, have fun together, and hopefully become friends. That was all Laxus needed to do to keep control of everything.
That promise lasted the exact amount of time it took for Laxus to return to the table.
He happened to glance towards the pool, and fate decided to be a dick to him. Because Freed had not only stopped swimming, but had also just finished dunking his head in the water. He was now standing waist deep in the water, facing towards Laxus and giving him an unhindered view of his strong, mouth-watering body. Water was glinting in the sun as it dripped down his toned stomach, and his hair was plastered to his back. He had his eyes closed and looked deeply content, and Laxus felt his breath catch in his throat.
The entire situation was a slow-motion effect and sensual music away from being a damn made for tv movie. Laxus had even froze so the drink he was placing on the table was hovering an inch above it.
"I don't know why you just don't talk to him," Evergreen said, snapping Laxus out of his trance. "Flirt with him. Nobody's as pretty as you and doesn't know how to make good use of it."
"What?" Laxus frowned, looking to Evergreen. She's removed her sunglasses and was giving him an unimpressed look.
"You've been mooning over him since you saw him," Evergreen continued. "Why don't you actually try and do something about it instead of driving yourself crazy gawping at him."
"I haven't," Laxus said indignantly. Evergreen didn't even try to hide her disbelief at that. After a moment, Laxus spoke again in a mutter. "Has he noticed?"
"No," Evergreen said passively. "He's too cocky not to have flirted back if he knew. Which is why I'm telling you to make the first move. You'd be good together."
"He just got out of a relationship," Laxus said with a slight sigh.
"He's not a wounded little bird Laxus. He's a grown man," Evergreen said, and her tone was almost comforting. "And more importantly, so are you. His old boyfriend… I don't even know why they were together at the end. Or at the start, really. The two of you have a lot in common, a lot more than you'd think. You're similar enough to get along, but you're not clones of each other. Honestly, I think you'd be a good couple, so why not go for it?"
"It's just a crush," Laxus shrugged.
"Which is what you always say," Evergreen persisted, sighing. "You're never going to have anything other than a crush if you don't let yourself act on something. And Freed's the perfect guy to do it with," Laxus didn't say anything. "Just think about it. Oh, and the human torpedo's coming, so prepare yourself."
Laxus looked towards where Evergreen was now looking, to see Bickslow jogging towards them with something in his hand. He gestured for Freed to follow him, which the other man did, as he approached the table. He was panting, red faced and grinning even wider than usual.
"That was kick ass!" He proclaimed loudly. "It's terrifying, you have to do it. Look."
He placed the thing in his hand on the table, and showed it to be a picture similar to those you'd get from an amusement park. It contained Bickslow sliding down a multicoloured tube, with a face that could only be described as a mixture of terror and exhilaration. The fact that he looked at all scared was impressive to Laxus, given how much of a thrill seeker Bickslow could be. Maybe the ride had earned its imposing name.
Laxus' train of thought left him when a gentle chuckle could be heard behind him.
Freed was standing behind him. Freed was half naked, dripping wet, and looking over his shoulder. Laxus couldn't help but tense slightly, hoping to god that the man didn't notice. He did see Bickslow grinning at him, so he wasn't being as subtle as he wanted, but Freed seemed to be too interested in the picture to pay attention to him.
"If it scared you that much, I don't think it's likely you'll get any of us on it," Freed said with a grin.
"Aw, you three ain't just gonna sit here and be boring all day. The two of you ain't even wet yet," Bickslow pouted at Laxus and Evergreen. "You have to do something fun."
"I was actually thinking of going on that," Freed said, motioning to the inflatable obstacle course floating on the largest pool. "I thought one of you might want to race me, to make it a little interesting. Though, I doubt that Laxus would."
Laxus turned towards the man with an expression of shock, and was met with a challenging gaze. It was a good look on the man.
"Why wouldn't I wanna race ya?"
"Well, as you said earlier, you don't get involved in a bet that you can't win," Freed said as if it were obvious, and the cockiness of the man practically radiated off him. He was also crossing his arms, which highlighted the size and refinement of his biceps. A rather unfair tactic, even if not intentional.
"You think I can't beat ya?" Laxus said incredulously.
"I don't think you have a chance," Freed smirked.
"Well, you wanna make this serious then we can make this serious," Laxus said with an equally confident grin. "We race. The loser has to go on that back breaker ride-"
"Spine Snapper," Bickslow corrected.
"Spine Snapper," Laxus amended, not looking away from Freed. "The loser has to go on that, buy the picture and make it the icon of all their socials, as well as the lock screen picture on their phone for the rest of summer," Laxus shot out a hand for Freed to shake. "Deal?"
"It's your dignity, you can lose it however you please," Freed said with a grin, shaking Laxus hand with enough strength to send a thrill down his spine.
He couldn't focus on that, as Freed had darted towards the floating course. Laxus followed after him, leaving their friends to watch in equal amusement and tiredness.
~~~
It had been a good day, Laxus thought.
Though it might have started off rocky, with Laxus feeling as though his crush was starting to affect his budding friendship with Freed, it had gotten better as the day went on. Particularly good was when Laxus had proven Freed wrong in his assumption that he couldn't win the race on the obstacle course. It was incredibly satisfying to sit over him and watch as he changed all his social media icons to a picture of him yelling while going down the incredibly steep water slide.
That had seemed to break any ice between them, and the rest of the day had been spent having an easy and fun time together. They'd eaten, laughed, and at one point thrown Evergreen into the wave pool against her will; she had gotten back at Bickslow, the ringleader of the prank, by pouring ice cubes down the back of his shorts. It was child like fun, and Laxus felt like he needed it.
They had only left the water park when the sun had started to set. That had been a few hours ago, and they were back on the road again. It was pitch black now, the only light coming from the headlights of the truck and the few spotlights inside of it.
For quite a while now, Laxus was the only one awake.
Bickslow had been the first to go, falling asleep in the passenger seat and snoring gently. Evergreen was next, curling up on the bed despite Laxus' insistence that she not lie on it while they were moving. Freed was last, resting on his arms while leaning on the table, headphones plugged into his ears.
Laxus was quite enjoying the quiet of both the road and the RV. As much as he enjoyed spending time with his friends, they were all quite large personalities, and it was nice being able to sit in the quiet after the loud day he'd had. The fact that he could see the stars out of his windscreen was an added extra.
As the night went on, and Laxus found himself getting tired, he found a small truck stop that would allow for overnight parking. He pulled off the highway and into the parking lot, switching the engine off.
He was met with a sound that bordered on breathing and snoring. He looked over his shoulder and saw Freed was the source. He grinned a little.
Moving around the RV with as much cautious as he could, he made sure to lock all the doors and close and bolt all the windows. Then, once done, he gently shook Freed's shoulder to wake him up, but to no avail. He tried a few more times, but the man seemed unwilling to wake up. With a soft smile, Laxus carefully shifted his position so he was crouching. He cautiously hooked his arm under Freed's legs and lifted him up, the sleeping man showing no sign of waking.
He slowly moved him to the double bed, placing him beside Evergreen and resting his head on the pillow. After carefully sliding the covers over the two sleeping people, he gently ran a knuckle down his cheek. His skin was shocking soft.
Instead of lingering on the gesture he had done, he got to work on making the table booth into a makeshift bed. He picked up the travel pillow and tattered blanket and curled up into the bed, closing his eyes and letting the tiredness of the day overtake him. Lacking the energy to fight it, his mind supplied him with many images of Freed through the day, ending on him sleeping.
He definitely had lost control of his crush.
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↦ Pairing: Jung Yunho (Ateez) X Reader
↦ Request: Yes
↳ “ Hi! I really love everything in your masterlist and I'm wondering if you can write a oneshot or a AU, idc, about Yunho (Ateez) who confesses to you pretending he's drunk. Idk if it's against the rules since he is not really drunk but just acting like it... but I'm okay if it's not possible! Thank you in any case♡ “ - Anon
↦ WC: 4K
↦ POV: First person
↦ Rating: PG-13
 ↳ Contains: Mentions of alcohol/being under the influence (no one involved in this is under the influence.)
↦ Requests: Open
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↦ A/N: I really like this request, and also anon, I don’t write smut when it has people under the influence. Fluff or blurbs that mention alcohol and such I don’t mind writing. Thank you for requesting! I hope you all enjoy! Also this is the longest piece I have written so I’m sort of proud.
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It was cold. So cold in fact that the metal that held the swings seemed to be burning my skin. Sighing as I moved my feet back and forth, trying to get high enough to see only the sky and maybe, just maybe, touch the clouds that floated above me. I reached my hand out, feeling almost as if I could touch them but the swing took me back down, as it always did. 
I looked at the sky, giving up my goal of the day to touch a cloud and stood after the swing slowed down enough for my small feet to touch the ground. The snow crumbled under me. Sounding crisp yet feeling so gentle as my shoes sunk to the bottom of the freezing substance. I shivered as I placed my hands into my jacket pockets. This was the park I waited to be picked up at every day when school was out. The park in which I was normally alone until today. I shivered once more and made my way to one of the many benches that lined the gravel of the play area. I pushed snow off, wincing as my hands felt that burning sensation yet again. Moving slowly onto the bench, propping my self up and hoping not to embarrass myself by tumbling. I sat there for a few minutes, waiting with my hands laying on my thighs hoping they would warm up somehow. 
“What are you doing?” I heard from next to me. I looked to the other side of the bench, a boy around my age began to sit next to me. “I’m waiting to be picked up.” I mumbled slowly, my teeth chattering and the air turning foggy in front of me as I spoke. I looked down as he didn’t say anything further, but instead he looked at my hands. I looked in the same direction and realized the redness that was now covering the spots that had been seared by the cold, my fingers trembling and my fingers beginning to feel numb. 
I closed my eyes, thinking the boy would leave if I stayed quiet enough. Instead I was greeted with warmth and then the feeling of cloth covering my hands. I opened my eyes quickly as I looked at him in confusion. He had taken off one of his gloves and placed it onto my left hand and was now holding my right hand in one his, moving them both to hide within his thick coat pocket.
“What are you doing?” I asked shyly and a bit louder than my previous mumble. He looked down at me, his dark hair moving to cover his forehead and he smiled at me with sparkling eyes that reflected my face and the snow almost like a mirror. “I’m also waiting to be picked up.” He said, brushing off the fact that he knew I was asking about why he was holding my hand and why my other was clothed in his glove. 
“I meant with my hands.” I said softly and he smiled at me, this time showing his teeth and squeezing my hand slightly. “You seemed cold. I know I am.” He laughed cutely and kicked his feet slightly at the edge of the bench. “My mom tells me that one way to keep warm is to hold hands.” He said and smiled more at me and he looked around a bit before smiling wider and standing up abruptly from his spot. “Mommy!” He yelled excitedly as his mom bent down slightly to hug him and kiss his head.
They began to walk off before he pulled on her hand and stopped her, turning and running back to my direction. I quickly took off the glove and held it out to him. Rather than taking it from me he took off his other and quickly grabbed my hands and put them on for me. He smiled and as he began to pull his hands away I was reluctant for his warmth to leave mine. 
I sat in my spot, once again alone before my eyes were covered by big hands and I turned around quickly and smiled up at my parents who had both just gotten off of work. I stood from my spot and grabbed my mother’s hand. 
“Someone was here with you today?” My dad pointed out to me as he looked at the other spot next to me that was carved out of the snow. I nodded in response and let out a small hum. “Must’ve been the person who gave her the gloves.” My mother said and looked at my dad with a quizzical look. I smiled as I looked at her and I giggled softly as I mumbled a “he was”. At the word ‘he’ my father quickly let out a loud and dramatic gasp and picked me up, fake sobbing into shoulder as he swayed us.
“What am I to do now! Someone is trying to steal my baby girl! My princess!” He said dramatically causing me to laugh before being thrown over his shoulders and we began our walk home. As we walked I slowly began to feel colder although surrounded by my parents warmth, the reason being that I came to the realization I did not get the boy’s name, I wouldn’t be able to give him back his gloves, or probably ever see him again.
Almost two weeks passed by before my mom finally started to talk less about her friend from college and her husband moving into our town and working with her. Apparently they had a kid my age and he was going to start school with me within this coming semester. I scrunched my nose slightly at the thought. The Jung Family as my mother referred to them when it came to the group, was coming over for diner, so of course all of us were to help prepare. My father was finishing the cleaning, my mother finishing the meal, and I was setting the table. Taking one plate at a time, making sure not to let them slip as I stood on my toes to make sure that I placed them correctly. 
I was walking with the last pieces of silverware before the door bell rang, something rare, which made me jump and drop the silverware that was in my hands. I stared at it for a moment before I leaned to pick them up, my mother running by me in the process. Seemingly frantic but truly excited to see an old friend she rushed into the small hallway that led to our front door, checking to see who it was and then quickly opening the door. I walked into the kitchen, setting the silverware in the sink to be washed and grabbing a new set to lay on the table.
As I was setting them down, this time completing my task correctly, I heard my father and mother call my name in something that was less than in unison. I quickly made my way to them, my feet making a cute small padding sound on the floor. I looked down as I hid behind my mother’s legs, holding onto the side of her pants and bowing as she introduced me to the adults. The boy stood in front of me, that I could tell, but what I couldn’t see was his face. My mother pulled me in front of her gently and smiled as she brushed back her hair, making me look up slightly. 
“Y/N, this is Yunho. He’ll be joining you in school this year.” She said quiet loudly, but her voice was coming in a simple white noise as I looked into eyes that I surprisingly had already been introduced to. His lips moved into another signature and wide smile making his face glow and I smiled wide, rushing to hug him and both of us stumbling over our words as we told our parents that we had seen each other at the park while waiting. 
Now Yunho and I were both 19 and moving onto college starting this year. Every year in school since we were young we were in the same class, the same clubs, we even became neighbors when my family moved to a new apartment in our city. This was all by coincidence, however it was something that to Yunho and I saw as fate. We basically lived together, every summer was filled with little adventures and lounging around trying to avoid the heat the best we could. Winters consisted of walking in giant coats to the convenience store, slipping on slippery sidewalks and laughing the entire way to where we were going, and of course, holding hands. 
The school year came to a close with many rumors being fueled that we were secretly dating when we announced we would be attending the same college and would be sharing an apartment. Much to my father’s dismay that I would be living with a boy only a few feet away, he preferred Yunho over the girls he knew would drag me to parties and living by my self when ‘god knows what could happen’ and so on.
Things stayed relatively the same as we grew older, the one thing that I could never get used to was having to stare up at Yunho as if he was a tree, him now standing at 184 cm, when we joked that he would hit a second growth spurt and end up being the 250 cm I always joked that he was in an attempt to seem taller than I really was.
It was another boring Thursday night when all of a sudden my phone began blowing up with messages in multiple group chats about how we all needed to meet up and have ‘fun’ before friends began to leave to attend their respective universities. I quickly grabbed my phone and texted Yunho to see if he was going to be attending this mediocre soirée of sorts, and quickly I received the same message, both of us messaging back agreeing to meet in the hall when ready to leave. 
After getting dressed I let my parents know I was leaving, getting the “Did you ask?” as a reply and then “Is Yunho going with you?”, no matter how I answered to the first question the second was the one that mattered the most as they saw Yunho as someone who could protect me from any outside dangers. I told them the details and when I might be home, before I put on my shoes and walked out to the hall. 
I was met with Yunho, obviously having rushed through a shower to wash his hair and getting dressed. He was leaned against the wall that was between our doors, scrolling through his phone until he heard my door close before he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, tempted to treat me like a headrest until I shot him a glare that made him back off with a small pout and his already puppy like eyes turning into true puppy eyes.
“Did you tell Yeosangie what drinks to get for us? You know I don’t like the same drinks as you.” I laughed slightly and he grabbed my hand, something that was casual and comfortable to the both of us, but also something that made my heart race no matter how often it happened and how much I knew that we were only to ever be friends. “I did, you said you wanted this one right?” He said as he flashed a photo of the bottle on his phone and I nodded in response. Yunho liked strong drinks mixed with something non-alcoholic and sweet, while I liked light drinks or just sweet drinks in general, normally I opted out of the drinking as a whole in order to take care of the group, all of them turning into children as soon as they get their hands on alcohol. 
He was still looking at his phone as someone walked out of the nearby apartment building we had just walked by, quickly running up and grabbing Yunho’s arm. Neither of us shocked by the action as it was no other than Song Mingi, another friend who had been with us since we were younger that knew the exact time he would have to be ready to walk out just as we were passing.
“I assume we’re all going to Wooyoung’s right?” He said and Yunho shoved his phone in his jean pocket, pulling me closer so the two giants and myself didn’t crowd the sidewalk too much. I let him and he slipped our hands into his jacket pocket, making me lean into him slightly as we walked, turning the corner and meeting up with two girls who were also coming. Slowly we all joined up and made our way through the small walkway and into Wooyoung’s house, San, Wooyoung, and Yeosang having most likely already been here when Wooyoung sent out the message.
“Are your parents home?” I asked softly looking for Wooyoung’s parents incase we needed to greet them, thanking the gods once he said they were out for the weekend on a small vacation. We all began to sit down, I was tempted to move to sit with the other girls but instead Yunho and I made our way to the couch and sat down, me in the corner and Yunho next to me.
As the conversation finally left the “what have you been doing today?” stage we ordered food and were now beginning to open bottles, after several hours and a few food deliveries I noticed Yunho’s favorite drink was almost completely gone. He was now laying back on the couch with his head in my lap, eyes closed and cheeks warm as he had obviously had a drink or two, but seemed as if he was the one who drank the bottle dry. I brushed back his hair with my fingers, anytime I slowed down he would let our a whine and move his head so I would continue and if I stopped completely he would open his eyes and give me his signature pout and then smile as he closed his eyes when I decided to continue. 
The other’s sat outside, some to stare at the stars and others to get fresh air. I asked Yunho repeatedly if he wanted to join them, but each time he replied with “I’m comfortable where I am...” and then whined until I would brush through his hair or rub his head again.
I was lost in a small trance as I looked down at him, brushing through his hair lightly as I thought about what the next few years had in store for us. I was abruptly pulled out of it when Yunho began laughing, his head moving to lean more against my stomach than it had previously and his hand coming up to grab mine and hold it. 
“What’s so funny?” I asked as played with his fingers, bewildered by such a loud laugh that met the silence that filled the room.”Nothing really,” he muttered and looked up at me through long eyelashes, his blinking seeming almost like slow motion before he began to speak again. “I was just thinking about when we were little all the way up until now,” he said as a wide smile crossed his face. 
“I remember when in 2nd grade I gave you my gloves, in 5th grade you kicked the soccer ball so hard during gym that it hit a window and I took the blame so you wouldn’t have to go through the punishment.” He said and I smiled down at him as I recalled the events as he spoke, “was that all?” I asked softly and he shook his head. “I remember in Junior High and San had just moved here and he came into our classroom, called you outside to confess to you, and ended up almost running back to his classroom when I walked to the door and asked what was going on.” He said earning a large laugh from me as I went back to San being almost a whole foot and a half shorter than Yunho as Yunho hit the first half of his growth spurt and San’s still had almost 6 months until it began.
“Well then again you were a giant compared to everyone. You still are.” I said and he smiled up at me again, moving to sit next to me, one leg under him as he leaned against the back of the couch and looked at me. I adjusted my position so we could just look straight at each other, within this whole process Yunho never let go of my hand, almost as if they were glued together.
“I remember in high school, when you got really upset after one of our midterms and I showed you my grade and it made you laugh so hard you got the hiccups.” He said making me blush and him smiling as he moved closer, his thumb running over the back of my hand as he settled where our legs were touching. 
“I remember being your first kiss because you said you were scared of anyone else doing it, because you thought you would be embarrassed since you hadn’t, I also remember right after that when I told you that you were also my first kiss, you hit me so hard on my shoulder I had a bruise because you found out I had been lying to seem cool.” He stated, grabbing the shoulder I had hit him in dramatically as he finished his remark.
“I remember figuring out that we were going to the same college.” He said and his hand found its way to the ends of my hair, playing with the edges. “I remember the first time I said I love you and I meant it as more than a friend.” He said, I nodded before quickly stopping out of shock, looking at him confused. He started to say another sentence before I quickly covered his mouth to stop him.
“Repeat what you just said.” I said and he looked at me confused, “I said, I remember figuring out that we were going to the same college.” He said, slurring his words slightly. “No after that.” I quickly stated and he laughed “You didn’t let me even say that part though.” He laughed at me, mumbling that I was silly.
I rolled my eyes, “No Yunho, before that but after the college part.” I said and his lips formed an O shape before the noise came out of his mouth. He began nodding his head as he sat up slightly from the couch.
“I said I remember the first time I said I love you, and I meant it as something romantic rather than friendly.” He said and looked at me, I guess the shock was evident on my face as he began to tell me the story.
“It was our third year of junior high, the beginning of winter. It started snowing while we were in class and you had fallen asleep during a break. I ended up staring at you for the longest time.” He laughed. “I’m surprised you didn’t wake up, but I confessed everything to you while you napped. Sadly Mingi and the others have been holding it over my head because they came to ask if we wanted to go and get snacks and ended up hiding and listening to me spill all of my emotions and give this huge speech.” He said before his hand moved from my hair to my cheek. “I love you so much Y/N” he said and grabbed my other hand and placed it on his cheek, I could no longer feel the heat of his face due to my own body heat having risen to heights unknown.
“I love you too.” I said softly and he looked at me confused, “mhm yeah you do, but I meant it as in I LOVE you.” He said smiling more. “I’d give up anything for you to be happy, to feel safe. I would do anything for you.” He said softly and rubbed my cheekbone lightly with his thumb. I looked at him before I brushed back his hair. 
Slowly the sun began to rise, Yunho had fallen asleep a few hours prior to the sun waking up. I was still awake, confused about what he had said and realizing all the signs he had given me, wondering how he never picked up on the signs I continued to give him since the same year he admitted he confessed to me. Wooyoung’s living room was completely silent as most of them fell asleep outside while looking at the sky or upstairs in one of the beds. Yunho and I were still situated on the couch, but now I was laying down and Yunho was behind me.
I felt him rustle from beside me, muttering small curses as he tried to move hoping not to wake me although I hadn’t fallen asleep yet. “I’m awake” I said softly and he smiled softly saying he was sorry for waking me up. I turned to face him, looking up at him and into those eyes that have always charmed me and had me under their spell, ever since they mirrored the scenes that he could see through them and since I had seen the first time they had shone even in complete darkness.
“Yunho, do you remember what you said last night while you were drunk?” I asked cautiously. His cheeks turned a rosy pink quickly before he looked down, although not being able to look away from me due to our size difference. He nodded before he looked at me, his arms moving from around me. “I wasn’t drunk.” He said softly and I looked at him confused. “Yes you were, your favorite drink was completely gone by the time you passed out.” I said and he shook his head, “I only had two drinks and they were mostly mixed.” He said and I looked at him even more confused. “So you remember everything you said?” I said and he nodded once again, “Trust me, I would never say something that important to you while incoherent, I want to remember that, even if it ends ba-” I quickly cut him off by almost yelling an “I love you too,” making us both look at each other in shock before he smiled more. “Are you sure you aren’t drunk?” He asked me while letting out a deep laugh that caused the couch to seem like it was vibrating. “I didn’t drink at all last night.” I laughed softly and soon we quieted down as we both got lost while staring at each other. My eyes floated between my thoughts and what I was seeing and feeling. My entire body felt light, as if something had been lifted, the air seemed cleaner as it entered my lungs, in my head I was ecstatic about what was to follow. We were both ripped from our focus when we each leaned in and our lips met, feeling like something out of a movie and almost too perfect.
We stayed that way for a few minutes, holding our hands and the other’s cheek before we heard a cough and a laugh from the stairs. “I see you finally told her.” Mingi said and smiled wide. “And I see you finally told him.” Yeosang said from his side.
“Wait!” Yunho said as he looked between Yeosang and me. “You knew?!” he said loudly earning a laugh from me and then Mingi as Mingi revealed everyone knew about both of us liking each other and pretending not to know, which in turn would later earn him a bruised shoulder from myself and a headache from Yunho. 
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Better Man // Part 1
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Hey guys! It's been a while since I wrote any stuff on here, so apologies! This is a new Ashton Irwin Series, enjoy!
Warnings : Swearing, light smut.
Side note--this is a very different series to what I normally write. It's a long one!
"Do you have Fanta Lemon or Orange?" I hear the old man say at the pool bar desk.
"Both! Which will it be?" I politely ask the customer. He agrees on one of each. I smile, walking over to the machine to pour a drink. I give the man his drinks, complete with ice and a lemon slice in the Fanta Lemon.
"Thanks" he says, adding a creepy wink at the end, shoving a crumpled €5 in to the tip jar on the work surface. I weakely smile, thanking him for his tip.
It's March, and it's currently 21 degrees in Santa Cruz de Tenerife, and I'm working for a 6th day in a row. Don't get me wrong, I love my job. It was only meant to be a summer job, working in a restaurant bar at a five star hotel for 3 months during my university holidays. I had it all figured out, work during the summer abroad to save money for my 2nd year at university, however life took a different path. I ended up failing my last essay, meaning that I would have to retake the whole year, so I decided to drop out of university all together. My Dad ended up marrying this blonde women I'd met appropriately 5 times in 6 months, so I decided to move out. In the end, staying in Santa Cruz de Tenerife was a better plan, no family, no university, just my friends out here and work, and that's all that mattered.
"Y/N, go have your break" I hear my boss, Andre shout from the store cupboard. I take my apron off, grab a glass of water and head to the break room. I open the door to find my best mates, Camila and Ed, already sat in there, probably gossiping about someone.
"Y/N! Come join us, we're bitching about Margot again" Ed laughed, pushing a chair towards me.
"Let me guess, she left the cups in the dryer again?!" I sighed.
Ed and Camila hated the new girl, Margot, who had just started working shifts on the bar. It would be unfair to say she was bad at her job, she is awful. From spilling drinks to over customers to making basically poisonous drinks, she couldn't get the hang of it.
"She left me to do all the washing up again today, it's pissing me off" Camila moaned.
I rolled my eyes.
"Maybe mention it to Andre, maybe she needs more training".
Camila laughed.
"Nope, she needs to leave. She isn't cut out for this job" she replies, high fiving Ed. I rolled my eyes again.
"Anyway, what's up with you? Any new guys on the scene?" Ed winked at me, resting his hands on his face, like he was waiting for some big story.
"Oh please, next question" I scoffed, taking a mouthful of drink to clear my dry throat. Since moving to Santa Cruz de Tenerife permanently, I'd become best friends with Ed and Camila through work. We were a smiliar age, but very different people. Camila had been seeing a guy, Pete, for 8 months when I first met her, and Ed was in an on-off thing with the lifeguard at the pool, Mateo. Where as me, I'd been single for a good 2 years. My last relationship was with a guy back in England, which didn't end so nicely. I decided that my move to Santa Cruz de Tenerife would maybe bring some new love into my life, and a year later after moving here, I was still single.
"Well what about Matias?" Camila sighed.
"Not my type, too chatty" I laughed.
"Ben?"
"Not funny enough"
"Mateo is nice" Ed laughed.
"Yeah, before I realised he only went out with me because he fancied you!" I laughed.
"Seriously though Y/N, where are you gonna find someone and stop being so fussy?" Camila asked.
"When the time is right Cami, just not now I guess!" I jokingly snapped at her. I loved my friends, but do wish that they'd get off my case about finding someone. I wasn't really in the mood for dating at the moment.
"Anyway... Moving on... What you got planned for this weekend?" I asked my friends.
"Well, there's fuck all to do here, so we could head into town, have a night out?" Ed suggested.
"Sounds good, and, maybe I could ask Pete to bring a mate..." Camila winked at me. I groaned.
"I better get back to work, see you later!" I got up and walked away before she could finish what she was going to say.
"Okay girl, think about it!" she laughs, seeing how annoyed I was getting. Ed nudges her playfully.
****
It's 12am, and my shift is coming to an end. I close up the outdoor bar, pack away the glasses that Margot didn't do from earlier. I hang my apron up, and head to the main reception desk of the hotel to sign out. I see a few regular hotel guests and say goodnight to them. Just as I get the staff sign out book, I hear a slam of a door behind me. It startles me so much that I drop the book onto the floor. I groan, bending down to pick the book up. As I go to pick it up, a set of hands also reaches for the book and helps me to pick it up. I look up, and see a man with messy curly hair, wearing a polka dot shirt and skinny black jeans. He gives me a warm smile, as he gives the book back to me.
"Gracias" I thank the boy in Spanish.
"No worries" he chuckles in English, with an Aussie twang. He warmly smiles, before reaching to his Jean back pocket, getting his mobile phone out to answer a call.
"Sorry" is all the boy says, before walking off.
I stand there, all confused for a second, before then realising that I need to sign out of work. I sign my name, and head for the exit of the hotel.
My drive home is a quiet one, thinking about the curly haired boy in the reception area. Yeah he was cute, and smartly dressed. I chuckled to myself, hoping to see him the next day around the hotel.
***
"Two beers coming up" I smile at the young couple on their holiday. Its a busy down round the pool today, lots of new arrivals, after all it is the school holidays. I place the young couple their drinks on their table before heading back to the bar to clean some drinks. The curly haired boy has been on my mind all morning. Yes it was a brief encounter. Yes I thought he was cute. And yes, I wanted to see him again.
"Y/N, can you go to reception? There's an early check in" Andre asks.
I head to reception, and I'm greeted by a young women with black hair, and a tall blonde haired boy. They look very young, but cute together. As I approach them, I greet them.
"Welcome to the Hotel La Flora, my name is Y/N" I smile. I see Ed across the counter, checking the young couple in.
"Thanks Y/N, I'm Sierra and this is my boyfriend Luke". She smiled, her boyfriend Luke offering a hand for me to shake. Polite, I thought. Once they're all checked in, I carry their bags to the room on the top floor, our penthouse deluxe room. Normally only wealthy businessmen or celebrities hire this room. I open the door, set the cases on the beds and open the French doors to show the young couple the huge balcony. The view fell the balcony is beautiful.
"You've got a beautiful view here, perfect view of the beach" I smile, handing them their keys.
"Would you like any help unpacking?" I ask.
"No thank you Y/N, thanks again" the boyfriend Luke smiles, handing me a €20 tip. I widely smile at this very generous tip, making note of the generous offer.
"Thank you that's very kind". I smile, placing the money into my pocket. I walk around the rest of the apartment, opening the other doors to show the couple around, including the 2nd bedroom.
"Ah, Ashton and Kay will be just fine here I hope" I hear the girlfriend, Sierra say to her boyfriend.
"Yeah, I'm not sure about Kay though" Luke mutters. I hear a deep sigh from the girl.
"I'll leave you guys to it, I hope you enjoy your stay. " I smile, thanking them again for the tip, before shutting the door to give them time to unpack. I run down to reception, to gloat at Ed for the huge tip.
"Comeon that's not fair, I checked them in!" he moans, trying to take the money off me.
"Well maybe next time you carry your own bags!" I scoff at him, playfully sticking my tongue out at him, before skipping back off to the bar.
****
It's 3pm, and things have gotten a lot quieter around the pool bar. People are starting to head inside for evening plans. I grab a book, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, and read a few pages, before spotting a girl heading towards the bar. I set my book down, and greet the girl with a warm smile.
"Hello what can I get you today?"
"Tap water, make sure it's cold" she snaps, not even looking at me. I pore the girl a tap water, noting her tone. Rude, I thought.
"Thanks, sorry if I snapped at you, just been one of those day, you know" she sighs, looking at her phone still.
"I get it, it's OK" I say, not wanting to be nosy and ask what's happened. Before I can say anything else, she calls someone.
"I'm here, where are you?" she snaps to the person on her phone, before walking towards the door to the entrance of the bar. As she walks towards the door, a familiar face walks in, wearing a red t-shirt with skinny Jean shorts and Ray Ban sunglasses. I sigh, it's the curly haired boy from last night with the sign out book.
"Kay, you're early" he says, hugging the girl.
"Well I wanted to see you, is that so much of a problem?" she snaps.
"Not here, please" he requests, looking at me, before looking at the floor. He gently grabs her arms and they walk off. Dramatic, I thought. I continue to read my book.
Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said.
"Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway".
That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway."
I deeply sighed at the quote in the book, before taking a sip of my ice tea.
"Are you Okay?" I hear a voice say. The voice startles me, as I spit out my drink over the counter. I can feel my face going bright red from sheer embarrassment.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry Sir" I say, running around to the back to get a cloth and wipe up the mess. I come back and see the curly haired boy looking at me and laughing.
"It's okay, I shouldn't have disturbed you during your book reading" he laughs, looking at my book. I continue to politely ignore him, clearing up my mess. I noted that my book was now covered in ice tea.
"Damn, guess I'll be needing a new book" I laugh, looking at the boy.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry Sir, it was very unprofessional of me to-" I apologise.
"No need... Um.... Y/N" he interrupts, looking closely at my name badge.
"Thank you." I awkwardly chuckle. There's a pause before either of us say anything.
"So.. Can I get you anything sir?" I ask, resuming my duty.
"Gin and tonic please" he responds. I head to the bar, and pour the man a drink. As I head back to the bar I note that he's taken a seat in front of my work station. Odd, I thought.
"There you go" I politely say, placing the drink in front of the boy. He smiled, taking a huge gulp of the drink. He sits there in silence, so I decide to make light conversation while cleaning a few glasses.
"So, everything okay?" I ask. For a few seconds he doesn't respond, he just stares into his glass.
"Yeah, just one of those days, y'know?" he says, scoffing under his breath, before finishing the rest of his drink. He lightly taps the top of the glass, indicating that he would like another, I head to the liquor counter and make him another one.
"I get what you mean, do you wanna talk about it? You wouldn't believe the stories I've heard working here" I softly reply.
"Maybe after a few of these ill open up" he cutely laughs. I hand him his second drink, to which he finishes all in one.
"Woah okay, take it easy yeah?" I say, slightly concerned.
"Nah its okay, I'm good with my drink. I remember having a drinking contest with Mike and Calum in LA after a gig... Good times." he reasurres me, asking for another drink. I make him another one, but deliberately put less alcohol in it, just in case.
"Oh so you're in a band?" I ask.
"Yeah, been together for quite a few years. Been touring for a few months so it's nice to have a break... Or so I thought" he mutters the last part.
"That's cool. What sort of music do you play?" I ask, continuing to clean glasses.
The boy pauses, looks confused into my eyes. I can't tell if he's mad at my comment or going to pass out.
"Oh, so you don't know who I am?" he asks confused.
I pause for a second. Shit, I've offended him.
"I'm sorry, just that music out here is a mixture and-" I panic.
"Hey no its okay! To be honest it's quite nice to not be well known" he smiles at me, taking a sip of his drink.
****
3 hours later, and the boy is still sat in front of me, drinking his millionth G&T, and I've joined him, having one or two won't hurt at work. He tells me his life story, the more drunk he gets. Turns out him and his band are quite well known globally. He tells me the awards they've won over the years, and tour stories. He tells me about the time one of the Jenner-Kardashian crew didn't get their band name right at an awards ceremony. He seems incredibly proud when talking about his band mates, who are also his best friends.
"So you've never really heard of us? " he slurrs a little.
I giggle. "I don't think so. Hum me one of your songs" I reply.
All of a sudden, he gets up on the bar stool and starts singing.
"Sometimes I’m feeling like I’m going insane
My neighbor told me that I got bad brains"
He is screaming at the top of his voice, standing on a bar stool in an empty bar. I'm crying with laughing at this, amazed at how he hasn't fallen off the bar stool. He says two lines of a song, that freezes, and hums.
"I-I can't remember how the rest goes" he laughs, climbing off the stool.
"That's okay" I laugh, wiping tears from my eyes.
"Did you enjoy that?" he laugh, shooting me a playful wink.
"I did actually, I'll keep an eye out for it in the charts" I laugh back. Suddenly his phone rings in his pocket. He groans, answering the call.
"Luke! Yeah I'm good, just in the bar. Yeah ill be up in a minute." he states bluntly, before hanging up. He stares at his phone, looking somewhat sad.
"Everything okay rockstar?" I chuckle.
He awkwardly chuckles back. "Yeah I guess just women stuff".
"Wanna talk about it? Funnily enough I'm quite knowledgeable in that area" I smile.
"Just my girlfri-ex girlfriend." he scoffs.
"Oh, wanna talk about it still?".
"She's here, on holiday wit-with me and my best mate and his girlfriend and I honestly don't know what. We're done, like done-done months ago, y'know?" he slightly slurrs.
"Yeah I get you" I sigh, remembering not so long ago I went through the same thing back in England.
"Why is sh-she here? She said she wanted to be mates and I agreed, but then she wants to acted all like a couple in public, but hates me when it's just me and her" he says. Im sympathetic towards this guy.
"Maybe talk to her while you're here, a little bit of sun and a different sight might work things out" I suggest, trying to cheer him up.
"Yeah, you're right. We're definitely done, I just want her to leave me alone basically" he scoffs.
"Sounds awful, but I don't want a relationship right now you know? I just wanna explore the world with my band, but also have something on the side, y'know?" he says. I stare at the harshness in his voice, yet I understand what he means.
I sigh. "um, yeah, I know exactly what you mean".
Just as the boy starts to speak again, the blonde hair boy from earlier walks in. He kicks his heals on the wooden floor, like in an inpatient manner.
"Ash, are you okay?" he asks.
The curly haired boy sighs. "Yeah I'm alright man, just needed a break. I just want her to go".
"Well Sierra is talking to her now, I think she's gonna head off so you can have a break" Luke replies. Luke notes my presence.
"Sorry, he hasn't been a pain has he?" Luke sarcastically asked.
I laugh. "I can reassure you sir I've had much worse."
The curly haired boy stands up from his bar stool slowly, trying to not stumble.
"Comeon, let's go have a nap" Luke says, putting his arm and shoulder under the curly haired boys armpit to support him.
"Do you need any help?" I ask.
"It's okay, he just needs a nap" Luke laughs.
"Thanks Y/N, see ya around!" the curly haired boy laughs. Luke walks off basically carrying the curly haired boy back to his room.
"She's kinda cute, right?" I hear Ashton attempting to whisper to his friend. I quietly giggle at this.
"Shh drunk boy" Luke laughs, helping his mate. They both leave the bar together, leaving just myself around an empty desolate bar, surrounding with 7 empty G&T glasses. I laugh to myself, thinking about the last 4 hours of chat we've had, hoping to have more with the curly haired boy sometime soon.
****
Part 2//
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anime-matchmaker-blog · 7 years ago
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If matchups are still open could I get one for Haikyuu!! (and possibly Bungou Stray Dogs if you're chill with more than one fandom) I’m a 5’3 chubby bisexual gal with wavy black hair. I'm very shy when it comes to new people and prefer meeting people in a group setting because one on one convos make me nervous and tend to make me blank out on what to say. When I finally do loosen up around people I can be a bit on the loud side and spend 90% of the time making jokes and having fun. (1/3)
(2/3) My humor is mainly vulgar and I like making jokes both at myself and occasionally close friends. My hobbies are mostly made up of drawing, writing, and playing relaxing farming games, but I also have a bit of a soft spot for cooking and baking. I also really love watching horror movies with people, and if the other person’s alright with it I’ll spend most of the time making jokes at it, even if I’m really enjoying it.
(3/3) I’m a bit of a dork and confrontation is very much a weakness of mine, even small disagreements making me a bit of a shaky anxious mess, so I’d prefer to keep everyone happy even if it’s sometimes at my own expense. When it comes to affection I’m very much a physical person who loves attention and cuddling, but actual verbal affection flusters me too much and I’m usually too embarrassed to return the sentiment. Thank you so m u c h !!
Hey, there! Thank you for requesting and your patience! ^^ I hope you enjoy your matches!
Haikyuu!! - Tendou Satori
As part of the crowd, Tendou will overlook you. This could either be because he’s way taller than you or because you stick to those you know. After you get into it though, he has his eyes on you, attracted to how you work the crowd with your jokes and playfulness. He doesn’t break away from his own group to introduce himself though, preferring to stay at a distance. When he tries approaching you afterwards, he ends up intimidating you and he loses the chance to talk to you. No hard feelings or anything - he was born with that face.
Whenever there’s something on Tendou’s mind, the first thing he’ll do is tell Ushijima. It doesn’t help that Ushijima doesn’t have much common sense either because the next day, he towers over you to tell you Tendou wants to talk to you. Not exactly the ideal opening to a relationship, let alone a conversation. You recognize Tendou from the other day though, so you introduce yourself and vice versa. You draw him in quickly with your jokes and charm and before long, both of you are making fun of one another and mutual classmates. He makes the first move of asking you to walk home with him after practice and you accept. He practically flies out of the gym to meet with you and when the others wonder what’s going on, Ushijima has a proud look that earns him some stares from his teammates.
Things start slow since Tendou respects your privacy and you find it difficult to gauge how comfortable he is with being with you. The days start off typical - walks after school, grabbing snacks at the corner store, going on walks, studying for exams and helping each other procrastinate. He invites you over to watch a movie with his team and since you know a few of them, you accept. Despite how easily he can get scared, he chooses a horror film, and ends up spending the entire film hiding behind a pillow. You make the experience slightly better by making commentary and jokes, which lightens the entire mood in the room.
When things begin to pick up, you find yourself baking him sweets since he loves your baking. He’s a decent cook so the two of you usually make food together than go out. He enjoys modeling for you and switching poses halfway to mess with you. Tendou knows when to keep his teasing to a minimum, especially if you’re reading or writing. He’s great at bouncing ideas and suggesting scenarios that make no sense but sound fun to write. He’s also a physical sort of person so when the casual shoulder touches and pats on the back turn into hugs and arm slings over the shoulder, no one notices.
As a honest guy, Tendou is upfront with his feelings and confessions. He doesn’t hesitate to confess his love when he confirms that he is indeed in love with you. Whatever your decision is, he’s fine with making you happy and entertained, but if he’s allowed to go one step further, he will take it.
Bungou Stray Dogs - Tanizaki Junichirou
The others have your attention when you first arrive at the Agency, so Tanizaki waits until they break away before going up to you. This doesn’t go too well for you, but you manage to stammer your name before freezing completely. Naomi breaks the ice easily by pouncing on her brother to introduce herself. That helps you snap out of your funk and excuse yourself to get work done. Naomi teases her brother that he scared her and he hopes to apologize before the day ends.
He and Naomi approach you afterwards to invite you for dinner as his form of a welcome party. Three is better than one so you manage to relax and enjoy yourself while revealing your playful nature. Naomi shares bits of your vulgar humor and Tanizaki simply sits like an awkward turtle while the two of you exchange jokes and laughs. He cuts in to apologize for scaring you earlier and you brush it off since you’re comfortable around them now. He offers to help you with whatever work you may receive as well as show you the ropes and how investigations go. Naomi wishes you luck, saying that you’ll be in good hands with Tanizaki. You can’t help but make a joke about that, which makes Naomi declare her love for you.
As promised, Tanizaki shows you the basics and walks you through common procedure and everything. He often partners with you to make sure you can get the hang of things, as well as protect you from Dazai’s antics, although Atsushi makes an effort to protect you too. Naomi helps pass the time while you’re working on paperwork and she wishes you luck every time you head out for an investigation. Tanizaki often invites you for dinner after work usually with his sister, but he begins to move away from her. Naomi has no qualms with this and while you did ask at first, you don’t notice her absence a while later. The three of you still hang out whenever possible, but on days off, Tanizaki does his best to dedicate his time to you.
The steps are slow. First, a move in the theater. Next, a walk along the boardwalk and around the city. He invites you over a few times for dinner and you do the same to repay the favor. He’s easily freaked out over horror films and while you enjoy teasing him for it, you try to make the experience enjoyable. He will never be a big fan of the genre, but he is a fan of your jokes so as long as the gore is kept to a minimum, he’ll watch any film to hear you make fun of it. Tanizaki isn’t a stranger to physical affection either, but he’s not one to initiate it. He does sometimes hug you unconsciously when there’s a jump scare, but most of the time, you’ll be the one rushing in for hugs. He can never deny you of a hug.
It takes a long time for him to realize he has feelings for you, even though everyone else, Naomi included, figured it out months ago. They all push him towards confessing, so when he gets around to it, it’s in front of the other staff. A public confession is the last thing he wanted, but he goes with it and admits his feelings for you. He loves your humor, your cooking, and your personality. He has a thousand other things he loves, but he’ll stand there all day listing them all, so he saves it for another time. He hopes you return his feelings, but if not, he’s more than happy to be your friend, or something else akin to more than a friend.
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chronicfangirling · 8 years ago
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hi can i get a written ship? i'm really shy, but open up really easily and find it easy to get comfortable with a person after we become friends! i tend get really loud and careless, but i also love the quiet, the rain, and music. i'm also quick to overthink and also really stubborn and prideful. my academics mean a lot to me (and family) and i consider myself smart, just really lazy. i also hate horror or the dark and can't stand anything gory, but i can handle insects and snakes!
Hello lovely flower!
(I’m going to ship you with both BTS and VIXX since you didn’t specify.)
In BTS I ship you with…
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Hoseok!
There would be absolutely no problems opening up to this guy–he’ll put you at ease immediately with his friendliness. He would love your loud side but also love just talking quietly and getting to know you. He comes from an academic family (his father is a professor) so he’ll admire your attitude towards your studies. He’ll be able to help you calm down and put things in perspective when you overthink.
🌸 him encouraging you with your studies🌸 you can count on him to hold your flashcards/notes and quiz you until you’ve mastered your test topics🌸 and he’ll have nice little rewards for you after these study sessions, probably in the form of food (ie. your favorite tea/coffee drink, shaved ice date, a convenience store run with all your fave snacks) since studying burns a lot of calories🌸 scaredy cat couple!🌸 but anyone who thinks it would be fun to scare you two would know REGRET🌸 your combined screams could be weaponized into a war-ender🌸 (Taehyung and Jungkook regret it so much. Their hearing was never the same again.)🌸 and honestly, he’d be gathering you in his arms so you won’t have to see anything scary (even if that means he gets a full view of it)🌸 you being in charge of taking care of bugs🌸 “jagi, you’re amazing, y'know that? incredible, wonderful, simply the best” “it was just a bug, Hoseok, that was nothing–wait til you see me with snakes” “s-s-snakes?????”🌸 if the two of you are feeling it, running out to play and dance in the rain!🌸 huddling under blankets with your hands wrapped around mugs of hot beverages afterwards
The two of you are going to take care of each other so well. 😍
In VIXX I ship you with…
Taekwoon!
He has said that he likes smart girls, so he’ll definitely be attracted to your intelligence and encourage you to study. He’s going to make sure you have a good environment for studying and provide you with coffee should you ask for it. He may be a quiet person, but he’s pretty used to dealing with loud people and he’ll especially love spending quiet moments with you. He’s very protective so you’ll never have to be afraid when you’re by his side.
🌸  since you’re shy and he’s such an ice prince, it’s going to take a looooooong time for you guys to get past an awkward acquaintance🌸  Hakyeon gets tired of it and makes you TALK to each other🌸  how mortifying, but it will be all worth it cause when you finally have a proper relationship, he’ll be so soft and caring towards you🌸  makes you special food during exam days🌸  when he finds out that you’re scared of the dark, he’ll casually buy an assortment of nightlights for your room🌸  if you’re somewhere dark, he’ll put an arm around you and make sure you’re completely secured to him🌸  watching the falling rain while sitting on the porch/window nook🌸  he’ll start humming, which will turn into full-fledged singing, and you’ll just melt🌸  will listen to your overthinking rants, and at the end of it, he presses a kiss to your forehead🌸 and you’ll reboot and feel perfectly fine afterwards
He’s pretty much a K-drama boyfriend, TBH.
I hope you like your ships!
BTS ships are closed. VIXX ships are open. Other requests are open.
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