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rainbow-filmnerd · 2 years

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TMNT 2012 characters in Halloween costumes

Happy Halloween everyone! To celebrate, I decided to share my vision of what costumes some of the TMNT 2012 characters would wear for Halloween. This would also be set after Trick or Treat Tussle, the Halloween themed video game that had Leo as Captain Ryan, Donnie as what I believe is a troubadour (Mickey Mouse Three Musketeers reference anyone), Mikey as SpongeBob, April as a ninja turtle, and Raph as the famous fairy princess.

So, this is what I got!

Leonardo as a masked warrior/swordsman (inspired by our lovely blue dragon warrior here)

This was one costume idea I struggled with the most, but I ultimately decided on this remembering Shin-Ah from Yona of the Dawn. I just think it'd be cool to see Leo dress up in something related to his combat skills while still looking like a badass/dork. Complete with a bathrobe, some of his usual gear, and a paper mache mask, Leo is ready for Halloween.

Donatello as a scientist

This was one of the first ideas I had for Donnie, and I feel as though it's perfect. The overall inspiration is from Donnie's design in tigerfog's 2003 fan comic, NMT Gaiden. I just really liked the eyepiece Don wore, complete with a lab coat. Add in some protect gloves and liquid filled bombs (filled with dyed water and soda!) to the equation, and you get Donnie's costume.

Raphael as a body builder (inspired by Doug from 50 First Dates)

What's funnier than Raph deciding to dress as a strongman? Raph dressing up like Sean Astin from 50 First Dates. The outfit itself is RIDICULOUS, but I do see Raph wearing that mesh shirt. 🤣 Add shorts, gloves, the red baseball cap, and yes, even sunglasses, and you get Raph as Doug Whitmore. Oh, and make sure he gets some Reese's in his treat or treat bag.

Michaelangelo as Ice Cream Kitty

For quite a while, I've been stuck on what costume Mikey would wear. Like... there are SO MANY GOOD IDEAS. I turned to Instagram and asked peeps for suggestions. I chose his favorite ice cream cat, because he'd go all out with face/body paint, the classic cat ears, and even make a bowl to wear. I just think that's overall, a very Mikey costume that isn't a character from another existing franchise.

April as a simulacrum news reporter

The overall inspiration comes from BOTH a judge's costume I saw in Halloween Baking Championship (a ghostly news reporter) and that April in the 1987 series is a news reporter! I didn't want to go with the jumpsuit, so April would be wearing something a bit dressier like what female news reporters typically wear. I then thought she'd be a different creature as opposed to being a human news reporter. I settled with a simulacrum, or "frankenmonster", because the thought of April having the same mint green skin with scars like Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas is a good Halloween look (especially with her naturally gorgeous red hair),

Casey as a serial killer

Like in the Halloween arc, this is just an excuse for Casey to dress up in his usual vigilante gear. However, it's Halloween, so he has to be a bit more creative. So, Jones would whip out some older, dirtier, and wrecked gear like a broken mask, a baseball bat (taking a bit of inspo from Negan from Walking Dead), and red paint. Lots and LOTS of red paint.

Karai as a masked vampiress

I remembered a long time ago, someone compared Karai with her snake eyes/fangs to a vampire when her mutation first happened, and honestly, I can see it! That brought me to come up with this idea for Karai's costume. Imagine it being an old European/gothic look on her with a black dress with frills, a beautifully decorated black mask, and gloves. Safe to say that Shini has likely helped Karai pick out the right clothes for the look, and even do her hair and makeup.

Shinigami as a cat witch (inspired by Blair from Soul Eater)

This is one I just thought of as a fun idea. In Soul Eater, Blair is a recurring character who appears to be a witch girl with cat ears, but she's actually a real cat! Because Shini is a witch and cats are basically her spirit animal, it just makes sense for our underrated Foot Clan witch to go that costume route. Shini might as well be capable of casting a spell to give herself cat ears underneath a witch hat.

Slash as Raphael

This was just a cute idea that came to me. Slash wouldn't do much, but since he was Raph's owner before his mutation, I just thought it'd be sweet if Slash went as him for Halloween. All he really needs is a red mask and a giant pair of Sai.

Leatherhead as Frankenstein's monster

This one was from a suggestion by @fabuloustrash05 (out of a few options), but I think this one was the best fit for Leatherhead, because of the similarities between the two. He probably wouldn't be able to dress in costume, but that's why doing makeup is an option. I can see Mikey giving his gator friend some fake stitches/scars and neck bolts to make him the coolest franken-gator ever!

Mondo Gecko as an 80s rock star

The amount of times our skater gecko has this rocker guy personality, from using his skateboard as an air guitar and even his speech pattern, I just think this would be a fun costume idea for Mondo. Also would mentioning that his voice actor Robbie Rist is a musician.

Mona Lisa as Morticia Addams

This is something I borrowed from FabTrash, but for those who don't know, Sean Astin's father was Gomez in the live action Addams Family show from the mid 1960s. Since I didn't think to have Raph dress as Gomez, I'm making up for it by having his girlfriend Mona dress as the beautiful hag Morticia! Well, with just the iconic black dress and a bit of dark makeup. But just because Raph isn't Gomez in this list of characters in Halloween costumes doesn't mean he won't wear a Gomez costume for Mona.

Renet Tilley as Michelangelo

I always saw Renet as a big Ninja Turtles fanatic, and because her close bond with Mikey, it's beyond safe to say she likes him the most. I just think it's cute that Renet would wear a ninja turtle costume like April did in the Trick or Treat Tussle game, and she'd choose Mikey of course.

BONUS: Alex as a Dragon

I didn't want to leave out my Ally-boy on this. The idea was suggested by @xartisticmdx, so a dragon is the best one for Alex. He'd wear one of those pull-over masks with the mouth open that looks like a dragon's head and a tail to match. I would also think Mikey uses darker green body paint to give Alex scales, and even tape the wings and spine spikes onto his shell.

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existslikepristin · 2 years

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It has been too long since I've posted an actual story, so I got super impatient and am posting this with no editing. Please forgive the low quali— holy shit this was supposed to be a quickie…

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Lovelyz, Pixy, Weki Meki, Sujeong, Sua, Rina, Male reader, A FUCKIN FOURSOME, it's a damn free-for-all, blowjobboes, butt stuffoes, eating cum out of pussoes, something more, if you figure out the title no you didn't, pretending to be in multiple simultaneous relationships you aren't in, weird plot stuff, don't be scared you love it

Bare Attack

Thank fuck you live so close to this place. You can get home before your coffee cools off and enjoy your work-from-home day with the top tier flavor of The Lounge fresh on your tongue.

You make your way through the door and onto the street, where the morning sun warms you a bit less quickly, but more completely than your eco-friendly mug. And wouldn't you know it, you see three idols coming your way, in the midst of conversation. How… serendipitous and convenient to your story or whatever.

"Please? You're so good at it!"

"We've never asked you for a favor before."

Sujeong is tailed by two other girls you're a little less familiar with. You at least remember their names are Sua (looks like she's still blonde) and Rina (her hair is a lot longer than you recall). All three are dressed snugly in thick coats, as is fitting for walks in the brisk winter morning air. Sujeong carries a close-eyed look of dismissive pride, dark hair in a high ponytail, smirking and shrugging.

"Yeah, why not show us on him?" Sua points at you, and Sujeong opens her eyes. She freezes in place, which is odd because it's not that cold.

You wave. Sujeong flinches and poses like she's ready to turn around and run.

"Uh, Sujeong?" Rina asks, looking from her to you and back, "You good?"

After a moment of hesitation, Sujeong slowly pulls out of her flight stance and waves back at you. "Heeey. How's it going?"

You wave again. Shit, that was awkward. You didn't need to do that. "Pretty good. How about you? Rina, and… Sua, right?"

Sua's eyes scan you and she opens her mouth in the way people do when they remember your face but not your name. "Yyyup! Doing good! It's a good morning."

You pause for her to say something else. When she doesn't, you remind her of your name. She smacks her forehead. "Oh! Duh! Sorry. It's been a minute eh?"

"Haha. Yeah, it has."

Sujeong cuts in before you can address Rina. "You don't remember me?"

You blink. "What? No, I remember you Sujeong. We hung out just like five months ago. Board game night with Ryujin and Chel." Maybe it was more than five months ago. Oops. What was it? Seven months? Seven for some, five for others. Well, five and a half to seven and a half. Yeah, that's it.

"With Ryujin and Chaeryeong? Not… with…" Sujeong is clearly trying to get more out of you, but you can't figure it out.

"I was on set on the Obliviate video too... Went to dinner with you and Kei..."

Honestly, does she think you don't remember the salmon filet? It was fucking delicious.

"And that's it?"

"Um… yeah I think so…"

Sua butts in. "Are you two fuck buddies or not?"

Rina blushes furiously. Sujeong's eyes grow huge. You raise an eyebrow. Sua shrugs. "What? It'd be helpful to know."

You look at Sujeong. She's staring at you like a deer in the headlights. It's not that you hadn’t ever thought about Sujeong like that before. She's hot as hell. You've even felt slightly… compelled? Is that the right word? No time to think about it. She looks super hecking embarrassed. You can practically see the beads of sweat forming on her brow.

"Nnno," you say, waving the question away, "It's not like that."

There's a strange release of tension in the air, but then Rina squints, dips her head forward, and speaks through gritted teeth. "Dooo you want to be?"

Your eyes meet Sujeong's. She looks like any second now, she'll turn into the Sweating Jordan Peele meme.

** ** **

Well, you're home. You're comfortably seated on your couch. You have your coffee. It's still hot.

But it seems work is going to have to wait.

Sujeong is between your legs, kneeling on the floor. She, you, and Rina and Sua, who are now seated on either side of you, have shed your coats. And your pants. And your shirts. Really just all of your clothes, except Rina who left her socks on because she said she was chilly. She's got a decorative throw blanket thing wrapped around her shoulders for the same reason.

"When you asked if we wanted to be fuck buddies," you reiterate, "I didn't know you meant to include yourself and Sua."

Rina blushes and tightens the throw around her arms. "I didn't, um, mean we would be friends with benefits. Unless, uh…"

Sua pops up to her knees and presses her chest against your shoulder. Her eyes are wide, hungry. She bites her lip before and after each sentence. "Oh that's okay. If you don’t want more fuck buddies, I can be your girlfriend!"

You laugh and rub your elbow on her shockingly solid abs. "Suuure, sure. Ten minute girlfriend, right."

She laughs too, kissing your temple and wiggling her breasts against you.

"You're not really his girlfriend, Sua." Sujeong shoots down Sua's fun. That's strange. She's normally more cheerful. Maybe it's something you did. You remember washing yourself properly before you left for The Lounge. Your dick can't smell that bad, right? Great. Now you're thinking about it. Self-conscious with a super hot naked idol's face mere centimeters away from your cock.

Sua pouts and sits back on her heels. It's adorable, frankly. You pat her on the head. "No, let's go with it. Seems fun!"

She smirks and cuddles you again. "I agree. I'm your girlfriend for the day. Sujeong is your fuck buddy. How about Rina?"

You skip over Sujeong's grimace to look at Rina. She shrinks into the throw. "I-I’m okay with being a fuck buddy too."

Sua whines and love taps Rina's arm. "Oh come on. You write sexy novels! You can think of something!"

You raise an eyebrow. Rina writes what now?

Rina's blush intensifies. "S-Sua! Don't t-tell..."

"It's okay," you say, "I heard nothing."

"Heard nothing the same way you don't remember me, right?"

You and the other current couch dwellers look down at Sujeong. Her emotions are showing all over her face, but you have no idea what emotions they're supposed to be. Confusion, concern, consternation, condescension? What the hell is she talking about? "Sujeong, I, uh, definitely remember you. Are you okay?"

Sujeong's eyes flick back and forth between the three of you. She scoffs. "Yeah. Yeah! I'm totally fine. Why wouldn't I be? I've got this nice, juicy cock here to… um…" She suddenly engulfs your dick with her lips, taking you halfway down in an instant. Sure, it's very weird, but the sensation is fantastic and you sure aren't going to stop her. You'll get an explanation later when you're seeing fewer stars. Probably.

"Sooo," Sua asks, "Whatcha gonna be, Rina?"

You tear your eyes from the blowjob to see what Rina thinks. You watch her stare, beet red, at the fellatio for several seconds before she tears her eyes away too. "Right! Oh. I can… be… your… wife…?"

You're about to comment on the lack of legal representation available in the moment that can make that happen, but Sua speaks first. "Oooh, that's so cute! Awesome! Thanks for sharing your husband with us today, wifey."

Rina shoots her gaze down to her socks. She looks thoroughly embarrassed now. You wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her into a side hug. "She's right! It's cute. I got a new friend with benefits today, then a girlfriend. Never expected I'd get married too."

Her shoulders bounce under your arm a little as she chuckles. "Yeah. Same. Um, how's the blowjob, h-honey?"

"It's excellent. Thanks for inviting my fuck buddy over, sweetheart."

Rina covers her mouth to contain a snort. She looks at you out of the corner of her eye and the ends of her lips rise.

"Hey! Girlie friend over here deserves a cute nickname too, eh?" Sua shakes your shoulder.

You laugh and capture her under your other arm, the more you feel of her, the more impressed you are with how strong she seems to be.

"Of course, babe."

You'd say more, but she squeals and jerks forward to give you a thorough taste of her raspberry chapstick. And with that, it seems that the foursome is beginning in earnest. Sujeong takes your breath away metaphorically with the blowjob, Sua takes your breath away literally with the kiss, and Rina takes your hand underneath the blanket to sit on.

Your fingers get to work automatically on Rina, inching as far into her as they can get while restricted by her weight. She bites her lip and shudders, grinding down against them, which is cute but ultimately unhelpful. Not that you currently mind.

Speaking of minds, Sujeong is blowing yours. And your dick, but you've been over that and you're sure you got the point. For someone acting so strangely, she's putting in a truly Herculean effort down there. You don't even have to break away from Sua to picture what Sujeong is doing. In fact, it's very clear in your mind's eye. Suspiciously clear. The way she tilts her head side to side, the way her tongue curls around you, the way Rina leans in for a closer look and strokes Sujeong's hair, and the way Sujeong strokes herself up and down with her fingertips. With your eyes open, you see Sua's enthusiastic face, panting every dozen seconds when you both take a moment for air. But when your eyes are closed, it's like you're watching a porn, camera circling around the action, with Sujeong as the main star.

You're snapped out of it by your wife's shifting. Rina gets up her knees like Sua, but dips down, giving the bottom half of your cock a short lick. Sujeong wordlessly backs off, letting Rina take over entirely. Again, your dick is engulfed, but from a different angle.

Rina is much more timid, but no less physically sensational. She's subtler, trailing her tongue along the side and lightly peppering your cock with kisses, seasoning you to perfection. You're moderately disappointed that she still has the blanket on, because with the way it sticks up behind her you're sure you're missing out on a wonderful sight. Nothing wrong with seeing by touch though.

Having a hand under the throw already got you acquainted with Rina's burning hot core, so you explore her shell. For how thin she is, she's got incredibly soft curves. The expanse of her back is like a warm, silken sheet. Small waves crest and fall along it as she engages her whole body in your pleasure.

The romance of Rina's performance is undercut by Sujeong climbing over the top of her (shoving her further down your dick in the process, resulting in a muffled "hurg" noise), pulling your face away from Sua, and staring into your eyes. It's a hell of an intense glare, like she's trying to find Waldo in your skull.

Simultaneously, you and Sua say, "Um."

Sujeong slowly backs away without a word. The suspicious look on her face shifts to a softer expression the further away she gets.

Rina pushes herself off your dick with a gasp and a cough. "Sujeong! What the fuck?!"

"Sorry Rina. I just had to be sure."

"Sure of what?!"

The last of Sujeong's glare fades and she smiles with her eyes. Suddenly, she looks like the same girl you played Betrayal at the Mansion on the Mountain with. "Nothing! It's fine. Super good blowjob by the way! You're doing great!"

Glancing at Sua, she seems as unsure as you are about how to proceed. Thankfully it seems Rina is undeterred.

"Thanks… I guess?" she says before dipping down again to hesitantly wrap her lips around your tip.

This time, Sujeong doesn't do anything weird (in the context of group sex). Instead, she runs her fingers through Rina's hair and licks around the base of your shaft. You can't quite tell from above, but as Rina continues to hesitate, you think she may still be giving Sujeong some side eye. You hope nothing else unusual will happen for the remainder of the foursome.

Sua doesn't give you any more time to think about it. She stands up and plants one foot on either side of you and crouches just enough to touch her clit to your lips. The message is brutally clear, so you open and re-close your mouth over her pussy, getting an immediate taste of her enjoyment and flicking your tongue out for more. You can appreciate the positioning too. Sua has to flex slightly to hold herself in place, so you can look up at her bitten lip through the valley of hard abs and cute tits.

Again, the third person vision of what's happening around your dick comes into focus every time you shut your eyes. Sujeong guides your cock with her fingertips into Rina's mouth and back to hers. Each swap is accompanied by a quick, perhaps apologetic kiss between them. Rina tends to use her lips more, rubbing and twisting. Sujeong uses her tongue more, swirling and pulling. The rhythm is uneven, but hypnotic nonetheless. It helps that you're still physically feeling it and not just watching, and Sua’s wetness is like alcohol, dulling your higher thought processes while leaving sensation and instinct intact.

Sujeong gently lifts Rina back to an upright kneel. You continue to watch the movie with Sua's clit as your popcorn. Rina watches too, as Sujeong straddles your lap and rolls her hips in exactly the right way to capture your dick in her pussy with practically no effort. Your hands are drawn to her slim waist, and you squeeze unconsciously but noticeably.

Her body is curvaceous, honed, incredible, just like the way she moves. It's like she was drawn by a pinup artist and studied as a porn star's apprentice before completing her masterwork and this analogy is too long. She bounces and grinds at the same time. Her legs are a mechanical and visual marvel. As are her feet (you're sure that they'll come up when Yerin finishes telling you her story about the Feet the Good Feet rally, but it's nice to be "seeing" them for yourself)!

For just a moment, you open your eyes again. Sua's face is contorting in beautiful agony and her abs wave as she takes shallower and shallower breaths. And then, her eyes shoot open. Her thighs tense. Sujeong's chin touches yours. You don't have to close your eyes to confirm that Sua is being treated to a double oral performance.

Your eyes are drawn shut again, compelled to watch as your brunch partner digs into her half of the meal. You may have some sort of omnivision right now, but you still can't see the lower half of Sujeong's face through Sua's ass cheeks.

Sua's orgasm comes out of nowhere. Your blood pressure goes up while her thighs smash your face. Thankfully there are three people to hold her upright, since her falling over with your head in a vice grip would presumably be a bad time.

"Fuck!" She squeaks.

Once you're allowed to breathe air again, Sua panting in a heap next to you, you're treated to a heated make out with Sujeong and Rina. They pull you back and forth, sharing your lips and tongue between them. Your cock still belongs entirely to and inside Sujeong though.

"How you feeling so far?" Sujeong asks without skipping a beat on your lap.

"Not bad," you say with what you hope is a cool smirk.

Rina frowns. "Not bad? But Sujeong is…" She hesitates, but continues before you can question it. "Really good at this!"

Can't argue with the facts. Not that you have a reason to. You hiss between Sujeong's thrusts. "Yeah, I'm just being facetious."

Sujeong puts a hand on Rina's cheek, drawing her into a brief kiss. "You're so cute. Would you please eat his cum out of me?"

The very slight offense you feel over the maybe-inadvertent comment on your stamina is not enough to change the fact that you definitely feel your orgasm coming. And Rina begging Sujeong for your cum doesn't help.

"Yes, please! I would love to eat all of his cum out of you! Please let me…" She slows down, you assume because she realized it might take a moment longer to actually happen. "Um. Please? I'll slurp it out... of… your deliciou—”

Sujeong yanks her in again, tying up her tongue with something other than words. Rina submits and shuts up immediately, thoroughly entranced. Not to be outdone by Sujeong (because you suddenly, distinctly recall the way she betrayed your trust when she fed you to a nightmare just because she wanted your spear card, not that you’re going to remind her of that indignity), you pull Rina closer to you by the hips and wrap your arm around her underneath the blanket, feeling more of her and dipping your fingers inside her.

Warmth surrounds you as Rina swings the blanket around you. You get the tiniest glimpse of her petite body before you’re enveloped in darkness and met with her oh holy shit you’re cumming.

Just like the way Sua’s orgasm struck without warning, yours does too. It’s like your mind goes entirely blank. Less like bliss and more like you’re gone, literally. Like you go somewhere else to masturbate off-screen. And when you come back, you’ve cum deep inside of Sujeong and the pleasure you’d normally have felt during the earthquake instead hits you a moment later as a tsunami. You still can’t breathe underwater.

Sujeong falls off of you and drapes over Sua. Rina dives for her thighs, but is blocked by Sujeong’s hand.

“You want this cum?” Sujeong’s voice drips something viscous… and white.

“Mhm!” Rina hums back.

“Will you take his cock in your ass first, please?”

You blink. Did you just hear what you think you heard or are you still in that weird void state?

No. No you definitely heard that right. Or you and Rina just hallucinated the same sentence, because she maneuvers around to your front, facing away, and drops the blanket. Before you can even mentally comment on her figure, she guides your cock into her ass.

You drop your head back against the couch. This is just one of those very good mornings, apparently. Both in the sense that you're having a foursome, which is pretty cool in and of itself, and because your cock seems adamant to become any less adamantine. Maybe it has something to do with your out-of-body orgasmic experience.

Rina’s voice isn’t a whisper, but it’s very breathy, like she’s trying to speak through a wistful sigh. “Oh fuck. It already feels so good in my butt.” And she’s right. “[Your dick] feels so good in [her] butt.” Unless of course she’s implying the way that she feels, not you, but you’re not her dialogue editor so you decide to leave it up to interpretation.

You already got a head start on feeling her up, but now that it’s combined with a visual medium, you can’t help yourself. Your hands travel up and down her body, not in any sort of attempt to assist her clumsy bounces, but just to admire and physically experience the intimacy she radiates. The way her ass grips and yet glides on you is merely a bonus. She seems to have a similar idea, putting her hands on your knees initially for balance, but shortly transitioning to padding them up and down your thighs when she hits her stride.

“Do you work out?” she asks in that same, breathy way.

“Not exactly by choice, but yeah,” you respond through clenched teeth, trying not to shout “fuck” every time her ass cheeks tap your legs.

“Can I join?” Sua chimes in. Seems she’s recovered from her double oralgasm.

“I mean, it’s a personal, private gym I go to, but I could totally ask.”

Sua giggles. “No, silly, I meant what you’re doing right now. The sex.”

Interesting point she brings up. How exactly does foursome etiquette work? Is one allowed to simply exit and rejoin at any given moment? Assuming so, does the event still count as a foursome in the interim?

Rina takes the initiative while you question your knowledge base and rearranges herself, going from standing in front of you to planting her feet on the couch on either side of you. “Here?” she asks.

Sua gets between her (and your) legs, standing over the two of you and leaning down, taking Rina’s chin in her hands. The pervert in you (which is just you) wants to say, “Now kith,” but it seems that was Sua’s plan all along. She closes the gap and kithes—kisses—Rina deeply, pressing her onto you with considerable force.

It doesn’t take long for the pressure to subside though. Sua crawls down Rina’s body, kithing—kissing—along the way. She slows to suck and grope at Rina’s tits, but only stops when she’s got her face pressed against Rina’s pussy.

“Yes! Just like that, Sua, yes!” Rina slows down her pumping significantly, likely to avoid giving Sua a bloody nose, which is admittedly a pretty good reason. Her ass clenches around you in an off-kilter rhythmic way, probably matching the pattern of whatever Sua happens to be doing with her tongue. You get a view of the action when Rina reaches an arm back around your neck. Her nails rake your upper arm.

“Is it nice for you too?” she asks, sounding a little more out-of-breath than intentionally breathy now. Of course, the question clears up her prior grammatical snafu, but really, she shouldn't have made the initial sentence so ambiguous.

You pull her head down and strain your way up to meet her. Her mouth tastes like raspberries. Whether it’s residual from making out with Sua or they shared some chapstick in the moments before everyone undressed, you may never know.

"It's great. Thanks for asking, honey." You're physically rocked by the shivers that run through Rina's spine as soon as you use the very appropriate pet name. And you get another similar reaction when you reach around with both hands to cup her fun-size boobs.

Next to you, Sujeong stands up and grins. "Aw, look at you. You make such a good couple...s. Couples? Trio? Menage? I know there's a word."

She steps over Rina, straddling the two of you with her exceptionally long legs, one hand still pressed between her legs. "Come on now, cutie. Say 'Ah.'"

As there was already plenty of cum eating talk, not even all that long ago, and preceding your orgasm, you feel slightly cheated out of the shock of seeing Rina open her mouth to accept your cum straight from the twat-tap when it could have been foreshadowed so much more subtly. They could have "shared a knowing look" or… something. Rina surely could have done better.

Not that it matters once you're enraptured by your cum flowing from Sujeong's pussy to Rina's tongue. The ways Sujeong curls her fingers into Rina's hair, Rina swallows like a connoisseur, and Sua’s tongue keeps catching the base of your cock are starting to overwhelm you. You've been in the center of some wild scenarios, ranging from a public threesome to backstage sex to an actual Christmas carol-themed orgy, all with some of the world's most desired people. Through all of that, you've kept your cool (technically, and don't ask Eunbin to confirm that), but for the briefest moment, here, pinned underneath three idols you have mostly only had passing interactions with, pretending to have more developed relationships, dick in one of their butts, on your own couch, you feel a pin prick of subtle panic at the back of your mind.

But immediately after you feel it, it fades. It seems that your fuck buddy, girlfriend, and wife all missed your confused expression.

Sujeong steps off and slumps down next to you when nothing is left to drip from between her legs. She brings you back to your proper senses with a kiss at the corner of your mouth. You hadn’t realized that you'd lost so much focus as to barely register the intermittent pressure of Rina's ass pumping.

"Throuple, I think," Sujeong whispers, running a hand over your shoulder.

You blink. "What?"

She smiles. "I think 'throuple' is the word I was looking for. It's like 'couple' but with three people. Like a polyamory thing. Or 'triad,' but I'm not an expert. I don't know which is more app---"

"C-cumming." Rina interrupts. "I'm… I'm…"

True to the words she seems incapable of organizing into a proper structure, Rina reaches her peak. She wraps her hands over yours and squeezes down on her tits. Her eyes scrunch up and her tongue peeks out from between her lips in one of the most adorkable orgasmic expressions you've ever witnessed.

A solid thirty seconds of stillness later, Rina goes limp, feet sliding off the couch and hanging to either side of yours. She's already dead weight on your lap and chest, but is pressed even harder against you by Sua's body colliding against hers. Rina's butt tightens around your dick.

Sujeong speaks softly, but close enough to your ear that you can hear her over the sounds of vigorous post-orgasm make outs. "Not to be a party pooper, but I've got a shoot to get to. I wouldn't feel bad if the three of you kept going without me though, just saying."

And without waiting for anybody to reply, she stands up and gets dressed.

There was something you wanted to ask her though. It's on the tip of your tongue. Maybe it's got something to do with Rina continuing to grind her asshole on your dick. Maybe it's Sua's needy moans. Maybe you're distracted by Sujeong’s killer body. What the fuck were you going to ask?

Rina moans back. She's getting needy too. Her arms constrict Sua in closer, pinning your hands between their breasts. They're both so soft. You could stay that way forever. Right? Couldn't you? Won't you?

You can feel Sua's fingers on the opposite side of Rina's inner walls against your dick. Rina clenches down on you like she's expecting another orgasm from the fingering. Sujeong is smiling at the whole affair, zipping up her coat. Are you going to cum? You probably could. You could cum again and again and again. It doesn’t matter so much where. Rina's ass. Sua's. Their pussies, their mouths, their feet, their faces, their tits, their hands. They could collect pools of it just to lick it up. They could swap it back and forth between them while you build up to the next load. Sujeong is walking to the door. They could please you. Forever. Do you want another blowjob?

"Sujeong! Hold up!" Your sudden shout startles Sujeong, if the way she jumps is any indication. Sua and Rina are far too engrossed in devouring each other's faces to have noticed.

"Uh. Yeah?"

"What were you supposed to show them, 'on me?'"

Sujeong blushes and breaks eye contact. "Just, um, my blowjob technique."

"Is that it?" you ask, doing your best to ignore the gyrating women on top of you.

"Yeah, totally. I was bragging about it in a group chat and, yeah."

Silence (besides the gasping and moaning).

"Ummm, yeah. So like." Sujeong rubs her neck. "Ask them if they liked my blowjob technique for me? Go ahead and text me what they think. You have my number, right?"

You nod. "Sure. Yeah, I'll ask."

Sujeong grins. It looks fake. "Cool, thanks. I'll see you again soon, kay? Tell the girls I said they're hot as hell, and, um, bye!"

She's out the door. The brief, cold draft generated by the door may be what snaps Sua and Rina out of their fervor. Sua backs off and Rina partially follows, releasing the pressure from your chest. You weren't exactly dying for air, but a full breath is very refreshing, and any worries you may have just had drift away. Worries? You had worries? What would there be to worry about?

Sua strokes your balls with the tips of her fingers, though not especially gently. Based on the reaction, she must be doing something similarly rough to Rina too. You laugh and give her a light swat on the arm.

"You have to work soon, right, babe?" Sua asks, already pouting without even having an answer. "Think we could stick around for a bit longer if your wife makes us some lunch?"

"W-what?!" Rina whines. "Me?"

"No. His real wife."

Rina's face drains of color. She slowly turns to stare at you. "You're… you're actually married?"

You smirk and shrug. Immediately, Rina leaps off of your lap and dives underneath the discarded blanket again. Her voice comes out muffled. "Shit! I'm sorry! This is m-my fault! I'm sorry!"

It seems she's taking a lot more of the blame than is really her share, if there were blame to go around in the first place, so once you and Sua get the last of your giggles out at her expense, you lift one of the blanket corners. "I'm kidding. I'm not married. Well, except to you."

Rina peeks out from the blanket. "Don't freak me out like that."

More giggles. You stand up from the couch for what feels like the first time in an eternity and stretch your legs. "Well, if you do want to stick around for lunch, I'm definitely hungry, and I can take care of—"

Sua wraps her fingers around your still-hard shaft, staring up at you with enormous eyes. "If we can stay… does that mean it's my turn for butt stuff?"

You sigh with a smile. You've got a feeling that it'll take a while to get your work done.

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i-am-too-sick · 3 years

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Clean Up On Aisle Four

Teddy didn't feel good, and his teacher must have noticed when he suddenly put his head down in the middle of class.

"...Teddy? Theodore?"

He hated when they used his full name. He lifted his head, staring at her.

"Are you all right?" she asked. "Why don't I send you down to the nurse's office."

It wasn't a question. Teddy must have looked as bad as he felt if she'd made that decision on her own.

Teddy nodded, beginning to gather his things. His movements were slow and sluggish.

"Do you need one of your classmates to walk with you?" his teacher asked, handing him a hall pass.

He shook his head. "I'm fine," he replied. He didn't mean physically, of course, because he felt like garbage, but he thought he was okay to walk in the hallway by himself. He'd distracted the class enough as it was already.

He readjusted his backpack on his shoulder and stepped into the hallway. The silence that greeted him was nice, and the absence of students meant he could stumble down to the office without drawing too much unwanted attention.

He'd started feeling sick that morning, on the bus ride to school. He'd thought maybe he was just hungry, so he'd grabbed a breakfast sandwich from the cafeteria and hoped it'd solve the problem with his unsettled stomach.

By third period, he didn't feel any better, and by that point, he decided to try to combat the dull queasiness by drowning it with sips from his water bottle.

He regretted all of it now, for his stomach felt overly full, and the water inside him sloshed with every step.

His mouth tasted sour, the saliva bitter that coated his tongue. He knew he'd probably be sent home if he threw up, but at least that meant he'd then have the comfort of his room and his own bed.

However, the hallway seemed to span forever. He could see the front office, up in the distance, but it felt like he walking through a funhouse—like he was never getting closer, no matter how many steps he took.

Another couple steps later, his shoulders jolted with a nauseous hiccup. He swallowed down the flood of saliva that filled his mouth, but that only made his stomach feel worse.

He had to stop, slouching with his back against the wall. He felt worn out, and combating the nausea wasn't helping. Everything felt distant, almost, and the cool wall on his back made him wonder if he might have a fever.

"Um, excuse me? Are you okay?"

Teddy opened his eyes, startled. He honestly didn't know when he'd closed them. A girl about his age stood a few feet away, staring nervously at him. Maybe she was on her way to the bathroom; she didn't have a backpack with her.

"I'm just trying to get to the nurse," he said. His words felt heavy in his mouth, like he couldn't quite get his tongue to work.

She nodded, seeming fo accept that answer, and scurried away, rounding the corner before Teddy could really process the exchange.

He didn't blame her for wanting to get away. Honestly, as gross as he felt, he'd get away from his own body too if he could.

A heat spread over him as he closed his eyes again. It was a pleasant feeling, until it suddenly wasn't. His stomach turned, churning and gurgling, and his mouth filled with something nasty before he could swallow it all down. He hoped he wasn't drooling.

His stomach lurched suddenly, and Teddy felt himself choking back a gag. There wasn't a trashcan in sight, and the nearest bathroom was back the way he came.

Oh god...

He retched, choking on the bitter taste in his mouth. There was a storm raging in his gut now, and Teddy was plagued by nausea.

A sick burp escaped his lips, followed immediately by a rush of sick, his stomach lurching.

Watery vomit splattered across the linoleum. Teddy leaned forward in an attempt to keep himself dry, another wave of sick rocketing out of him.

His head was spinning, his ears ringing. Every heave sounded like it was coming from someone else.

Once he'd started to vomit, his stomach didn't seem to want to stop. He barely got any reprieve, his stomach giving him only seconds to suck in a breath before he was throwing up again.

The water was the easy part. Despite the growing stain he was making in the middle of the hall, the act of throwing up his water was smooth, fluid even.

That feeling ended quickly. The nausea was still present, and he could feel the breakfast sandwich from earlier, clogging up the back of his throat. He coughed, burping up a thin stream of vomit.

By this point, he was shaking so hard it was a miracle he was still standing. His knees were weak, like they could buckle any moment. If it wasn't for the puddle around him, Teddy was certain he'd give in and let himself sit on the floor.

He groaned, wrapping his arms around his stomach. He swore he could feel the organ swirling and churning and gurgling beneath his palms.

The bell was sure to ring soon, bringing about the end of fourth period and a flood of students to the hallways. He had to get out of here before then.

Collecting himself, he dared to take a shuffling step forward. A cramp rolled through his middle then and he groaned, wincing at the sharp pain. He could feel his stomach fluttering, threatening to rebel again.

A low wet belch caught him off guard, and with it came another tidal wave of sick. It was like torture. The tile was now flecked with bits of egg and sausage, a sight that had him heaving once more.

Teddy couldn't remember the last time he'd been this sick, and it would be too soon if it never happened again.

He coughed, bringing up a smaller, though no less thicker, wave. Maybe he was almost finished. The nausea that had gripped him so forcefully, nearly paralyzing him, let up just enough for his feet to start moving again.

He made it another 20 feet, only footsteps away from his final destination. The goal was in sight, but so was a large round trashcan. He staggered over to it, his knuckles white as he gripped the sides, and finished emptying his stomach.

He kept his mouth hanging over the rim, drooling and spitting and giving him time to catch his breath. Then, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and walked into the office.

The startled look he received from the registrar was enough to make him wish he'd had a mirror. He was sure he was whiter than a ghost at Halloween.

"Clean up on aisle four," he croaked, hiccuping into his fist as he disappeared into the nurse's office.

#emetophilia #my ocs #teddy #my writing

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uzumakgi · 3 years

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something beautiful

[. masterlist ] he sees the eczema scars you’ve been trying so hard to hide.

warnings unedited, body issues, impulsive scratching, blood, self-esteem issues, childhood trauma.

pairings t.shouto x fem!reader

genre, type angst-fluff, one-shot (1k)

“everything alright in there, l/n?”

that was mina, stood outside the stall. her feet shuffling along as she hummed a faintly recognizable radio song.

you croaked out a small ‘yes’ before explaining that it’d be better if they went on ahead without you.

momo’s worried voice suddenly interrupted. “you don’t need a pad, do you? i could make one for you right away, just a m—“

“no it’s alright! i have one, thank you though!” you quickly stated.

after reassuring them, the girls slowly shuffled out. soon, you were left in pure silence and quickly, a choked gulp left your lips.

as you lifted your skirt, the tears began to build at the rim of your lashes, finding the freshly parted skin on the sides of your thighs disgusting. each burned with irritation and droplets of blood dotted the area.

how many times were you going to do this to yourself? the hives were already building like what you’d of a mosquito attack.

this was you; stuck in a stall, completely immobilized by their own body.

a ding cut through your thoughts.

new message from shouto!! <3: hey, i’m outside the school. just tell me when you’re here

you later found him; hair taken by the breeze, allowing for strands to brush up against his delicate eyes. he shifted in his place, one foot shifting back. shouto squinted slightly against the dawning sky, turning his torso and glancing up to see his girlfriend at the top of the UA steps.

in juxtaposition of his beauty, you took your bag and placed it in front of you in attempt to hide yourself.

once you met half way down the steps, he gave you one of his award winning smiles. “hi lovely.” his large hands were immediately placed over yours. “ready?”

“mhm.” you hummed, taking your hand out of his for a moment before pushing your sweater up to your palms.

you took his hands again, like nothing had happened.

the boy looked at you for a moment, and you hoped he hadn't felt how dry your hands truly were.

"are you cold?" he asked and you shook your head in protest to his offering of his jacket.

"oh no, i just like my sleeves like this."

as the both of you walked along, shouto had understood your lack of conversation for being less social today (which he understood, you were a pair of introverts, after all). he naturally began to take lead in conversation, landing on the topic of developing his right side in training more.

and as much as you’d like to pay him mind, you were too self aware of your surroundings at the moment. shouto had discovered a small field behind the dorms a week back and had suggested a study picnic for your next test. the idea was great, and you didn't hesitate in agreeing. until now.

your thighs brushed against the tall grass. the stimulation hurt, sending a shiver up your spine, along with the urge to itch. it was a taunting, only further causing greater inflammation. you accidentally squeezed shouto's hand and a faint moan left your lips as you tried to suppress it.

“y/n?”

"i'm sorry—"

"don't apologize. are you ok?" he looked back at you, worry etching his usually graceful face ever so slightly. he observed you from head to toe.

in actuality, the eczema was only one of the things you've found yourself to be insecure of. shouto and you have never been so intimate as for him to have seen you completely bare. it terrified you to disappoint the one person you've wanted to please so badly.

what if i'm not what you're looking for?

shouto's face contorted into a look of fear and in the moment he took your cheeks, you realized he'd wiped away the tears that'd fallen from your eyes.

"what's wrong, love?"

a forced sigh escaped your lips, with it, all your exertion. "i don't know. i-i don't want to.. i don't want to disappoint you."

"how could you do that?" he chuckled a bit, "where's this coming from?"

"shouto can we please go to the blanket? please?" you were already rushing to get past him when he tightened his grip on your hand, scooping you up in one swift motion.

in a moment, he was setting you down on the blanket with the delicacy of a flower. he was as silent as a ghost as he moved himself in front of you. you peered at him, mouth agape as he dusted grass off your skirt.

"i noticed just a moment ago. are you allergic to grass?" the boy was visibly trying to hide his growing concern, the thought of him putting his significant other in danger creeping into his thoughts.

"n-no. i just... i have eczema." your statement was but a whisper as you nervously inched your skirt over your thighs, "i forgot lotion at home and... i know it looks bad." the fabric did nothing to hide the hives. your skin was ultra sensitive, and red by the rasp it'd taken just a few seconds ago.

there was silence for what seemed an eternity. he's too grossed out to reply.

a big, chortled laugh escaped your boyfriend's lips and he fell back a bit, quickly stabilizing himself. a small 'oh my god' was breathed out into the air.

"what's so funny?"

"no it's just, y-you're talking to a guy with a scar on his eye."

you blinked once. then twice.

shouto tried to hide his big smile, shrugging as he reached for his backpack. you watched him quizzically, ransacking your brain for an answer. he doesn't care? at all?

"you don't.. care?"

"i care about as much as i care about bakugou's routine, empty death threats." he deadpanned, bringing out an item. "may i?"

in his hands, a travel-sized bottle of lotion. "mhm."

he gently took your left ankle in his hands, lathering the cool lotion into the skin, making sure not to over massage the red areas. his fingers gently caressed the sides of your thighs, completely concentrated on his work.

"i used to get scared meeting new people," he whispered, still, immersed on your skin. "i knew they'd never ask, but it was always in the back of their minds... the question, 'what happened to you?' on their faces."

his head of hair faced you, and you couldn't help but place a gentle kiss in his locks, leaning down to his pillowy, soft head and staying there.

shouto stopped for a second, a small blush on his face. "... you're the first to... accept me without questions. thank you."

if shouto had looked up in that moment he’d see his own work; a flustered you with tears of joy coating their cheeks. “no, shouto. thank you.”

#bnha #mha #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki imagines #mha todoroki #todoroki smut

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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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;mikasa ackerman x fem!lesbian!reader

;modern au, band au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing, slight angst in the beginning but not really, fluff

i owe you guys an apology. i’m not very active on tumblr as of posting. i’m sorry about that. school has been hard on me and i’ve been very stressed. i’ll try to do better in the future :)

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Armin was discharged from the hospital only a day after the accident. The doctor said there was nothing extraordinary to worry about. But of course, even with this information, Eren still made a fuss. That much was clear when he walked through the door with Armin's arm slung over his shoulder.

"I didn't break my leg, Eren. I don't need to use you as a crutch," Armin grumbled as the two walked into the kitchen from the garage. He reached back to shut the door with his free hand.

Eren rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for supporting you in these trying times."

"I don't need your support," they scoffed. He unwrapped his arm and made his way across the room.

Eren gave him the finger, rather aggressively. The gesture wasn't reciprocated since the blond already disappeared into the hallway.

Sucking on a freeze pop, you leaned back against the cool countertop. "Welcome home, lovely. Have fun?"

Eren sighed loudly as he walked toward the freezer and got a popsicle for himself. He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the top of the wrapper off into the trash.

He said sarcastically, "Oh, absolutely I did." He paused and shook his head disapprovingly. "He's a lot bitchier when it's us two. How's it been here?"

You shrugged. "So, so. Pretty quiet."

He nodded and pushed up the pineapple-flavored ice. "Thought so. Jean's gone today, obviously. Is Mikasa here?"

You huffed softly at the mention of her. "I haven't seen her since breakfast. She's been upstairs all day."

He frowned. "Oh, I see. Armin told me about the kiss, by the way. At first, I was gonna make fun of you for passing out but now that just seems cruel."

"You think?" You laughed lightly and rested both arms on the counter.

The sound that followed from him was more of an exhale than a laugh. "Listen, Y/n, even if she's avoiding you right now, I know she'll come around. Just wait and see."

"You're right," you mumbled, sticking the freeze pop in your mouth again. Armin basically said the same thing. Eren sent you a quick smile and patted your shoulder before leaving through the hallway.

You swallowed the remaining ice and threw away the wrapper. Noticing the bin was full, you took the trash to the bigger bin outside. Maybe doing some chores would distract you from Mikasa for a while.

Plus, today was the only day that allowed you to do so. Practices for the band's upcoming performance were every day until the date of it. You'd be rehearsing 24/7 since it was scheduled on such short notice.

It was going to be at a middle school some of your friends went to. The DJ they booked before flaked and your manager was kind enough to offer your talents.

Jean was meeting with Hannes and the school administrators to work out some extra kinks before the practices began.

The only day there wasn't a rehearsal was on Eren's birthday. You all decided it'd be best to take the day off to celebrate and set up for the party that would be happening later in the night.

The day passed easily as you got caught up on chores that weren't done over the past few days. The house was messier than you liked it although it hadn't been long at all since the previous clean-through. However, it had been a hectic week.

Speaking of hectic, when Zeke was there, he sure made himself at home. That much was clear when you made it to the living room portion of the basement.

Eren probably couldn't find time to clean up yet. Either that or he was just lazy because at that moment he was more focused on a pinball machine than the state of his living space.

His brother's suitcases were lying open by the couch. To be honest, you didn't love the idea of a criminal's possessions lying around your home. So, you decided that throwing them in a storage closet was the best option.

When you finished tidying up, you started a game on the pinball machine next to Eren's.

His birthday was in three days. The house looked a lot better than it did when you started, which was perfect for throwing a party. You could only hope it would stay that way.

After a few hours of playing games with him, Jean came down the stairs to let you know he was back from the school. He left when he saw neither of you were interested in what he had to say.

Once it got dark outside, you left Eren to his own devices and went to your own room to chill out some more.

Unfortunately, when you flopped down on your bed, Mikasa started to consume your thoughts again. In an effort to fight them, you turned on a show to distract yourself.

For the slow hours you spent staring at the screen, you couldn't focus, not once. No matter how hard you trained your eyes on the screen, you still thought about her.

Sighing, you got out of bed and walked to your bedroom door. You were careful of the creaking hinges, it was around midnight. Everyone would either be asleep or close to sleeping.

Except for Armin. You had no idea what he did at night but you knew better than to ask. However, he was probably pretty tired from the time spent at the hospital. So, there was a solid chance he actually was asleep.

You crept outside, checking that the front door didn't make too much noise. Your car was parked in the driveway since there was never room in the garage. The gravel underneath your feet made noise as you walked toward it. You pushed yourself onto the hood and leaned back against the windshield.

Drawing in a long breath, you stared up at the sky. You needed to calm down and clear your mind. This would help, as it usually did.

Even if it was a little chilly, it was warm for a night in March, especially this late.

The stress that bubbled inside you simmered down the longer you watched the thin clouds dim the stars.

Any negative thoughts you had about the situation with Mikasa or the previous days seemed to disappear the longer your focus was on the sky.

Gravel crunched and you snapped your gaze toward the noise. Sitting up, you were surprised by what you saw.

Mikasa froze when she realized she'd been caught. She held a white blanket in her arms and still had one foot on the porch steps.

"Hi," she greeted quietly.

"Hey." Your breaths were a tad ragged from the initial scare.

She came closer to the car. "What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing." You took the blanket from her arms and she pushed herself up to sit beside you.

"The door to your room was open when I came downstairs for a drink. I thought you'd be out here."

"Oh." She knew you better than you thought.

She spread the blanket over both of your laps and leaned down on the hood of the car.

She looked at the sky but your eyes were still on her. "Why did you come out here?"

After a moment of silence, her gaze finally shifted to you. "I wanted to apologize. Ignoring you was immature. Plus, I remember how you used to come out here when you were upset. Above all else, I wanted to make sure you were alright." A blush coated her cheeks when she finished talking.

You took note of that and couldn't help but blush yourself. "I'm okay. I understand why you'd ignore me, though. If you didn't want it, that was probably your only option since we have to see each other so much."

Her brows furrowed and she sat up again. "What? Y/n, did you think I didn't want to kiss you?"

You blinked stupidly. "Well, yeah."

She laughed. "You can be so ridiculous sometimes. I've always wanted to kiss you like that. I'm just not great at expressing it."

Even more heat rushed to your face. You gawked at her and she looked down at her feet. Many things were running wild in your head. For some reason, though, there was one thing that was so prominent in your mind once you remembered it.

Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one came out rather bluntly. "What did you mean in your letter? What should I know?"

Her eyes widened, she didn't expect you to ask about that yet, and quite frankly, neither did you. Nonetheless, she answered anyway. "If only you knew. That's what I wrote. That's easy to answer now. If only you knew how long I've loved you."

She turned her face and made direct eye contact with you. She seemed to know the next question on your mind. "You never knew it but I've been in love with you since high school."

That can't be right. This is a dream. You're dreaming, Y/n. What the actual fuck?

"Are you sure? Then why did you ask Jean out when we were seniors? Why did you break it off with me mere weeks before?" Your mind was racing and it translated into sentences quickly spilling from your lips.

She still looked straight at you. Her facade of confidence was making you nervous. "I'm sure. Back then, I was so afraid of what I felt for you. Pretending the feelings weren't real and projecting them onto Jean seemed like my easiest option. For years I convinced myself I loved him. But it was never him. It was always you. I felt so awful when I realized what I was doing."

And just like that, the facade fell. Her words were no longer held confidence. She was afraid of how you'd react. She had little idea that you were ready to be just as vulnerable as her.

"When did you realize?"

Looking up at the dark sky, she pushed a stray tuft of hair away from her face. She continued, sighing softly before she spoke, "When I saw him that night with Marco, I was relieved that I didn't have to be with him anymore. When I tried to figure out why that was, I could only think about you. Every feeling that scared me before came back. I got so scared that I left. But, even then, they never went away."

You were having some trouble believing that this was actually happening. Mikasa loved you back this entire time. If she hadn't kissed you before, you would've thought this was only possible in your dreams.

However, things were actually starting to make sense. That whole time it was your fault. Every night of those two years you spent wondering about what you could have done to make her stay. It turns out you did enough. You were the reason she left.

But maybe you were the reason she came back as well. You could recall something Jean had told you a day before she came home.

"Why did you come back? You needed to do something?"

She looked back at you again. "I've just done it," she said.

Before you could process her words, she was leaning closer to you. Her lips were so close to brushing yours but she paused before they could fully touch. "Can I?" she whispered.

"You don't even have to ask."

When she kissed you, you felt everything. Her feelings, your feelings. The world was minuscule compared to you two. Anything else meant nothing at that moment.

It was the first time in a long time that you felt fully complete. You were a puzzle and she was the missing piece. It was like before, only this time, you knew for sure what you wanted.

Pulling away, you managed an, "I love you too, Mikasa."

There were no other words that would feel so good to finally say out loud.

Everything was clear. You understood.

Now more than ever, you wanted to be with her.

posted: 9/26/21

no reposts, edits, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

#aot fanfiction #band au #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x you #modern au #snk fanfiction #attack on titan

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jaeminscoffee · 4 years

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Morosis.

Morosis- The stupidest of stupidities.

Pairing- Lee Haechan x reader

Genre- Fluff, Crack.

Word count- 1.81k

Warning- None but it's super random XD also note that i called Haechan a brat only for the purpose of carrying the storyline forward, irl i really want the 'Haechan annoying' agenda to come to an end :)

Summary- Haechan being his own kind of species the entire night.

Haechan is.. well Haechan.

He's his own different kind of species. Don't take it the wrong way, he's extremely talented, down to earth, a really sweet human, and a mood maker.

But on the other hand, he's a brat. A sassy, funny kind of brat.You need a whole lot of patience to deal with him. And you didn't have that.

You loved him a whole lot though, the same for him with you, it's just, he makes you question your purpose of life from time to time. He loved making you angry, he found it cute, apparently. And together, the pair of you made everyone around you go crazy.

Take for example this one time, you and Haechan along with his friends decided to have a movie night back at your place as your parents decided to go on a tiny vacation and your brother would stay over at his friends.

It was breaktime when you guys decided that it'd be fun if you all had a gathering at one spot kind of thing. So you stated that they could come over for a movie night, but made them promise not to break anything.

You'd warned them about having a pet as Jeno was allergic to cats, or cat fur, or something along the line. And you'd recently gotten her along with your brother.

All of you walk down the corridor towards your lockers, placing in unwanted books, taking the ones needed after the last bell rang.

Once you are all done packing up, you meet up by the entrance of your school building, planning what you all want to watch at night.

"So, how to train your dragon? Good choice, good choice" Haechan said, after you and Chenle decided on what movie you'd watch, it's a classic,but everyone loves it so rewatching it won't do any harm.

"Be there, sharp at 7pm or I'm starting it without you" you exclaim looking at each one of them, double looking at Jaemin with your eyebrows raised. "Especially you." Jaemin did a solute gesture as the others laughed at the two of you.

"Okay losers, see you at Y/n's. Try coming earlier if possible" Haechan said, pulling you out the gates and onto the streets once you all said your goodbyes for then.

Having a brother meant running out of snacks to munch on more than quarter of the time. So you and Haechan walked down the streets, talking along about how the day was and other random talking, coming across a convenience store.

You enter after playing rock, paper and scissors to see who'd pay for all the snacks. "Literally, no backing away, don't even try acting cute to get the other person to pay along with you" you said, narrowing your eyes knowing what move Haechan would pull if he'd lose. "Alright, cool with me baby just stick to your words hm?" he said, with a smug look on his face.

Having to spend half of your allowance isn't the best feeling ever. It sucks. Especially having your own boyfriend call you boomer and walk out of the store after you'd lost, waiting beside it where there was an ice cream stand, eating when you were struggling to select which you wanted the most.

After getting enough snacks to last throughout the night, you walk out of the store with a huge bag in your hand, the bill in the other and a grumpy look on your face. At least Haechan was kind enough to take the bag out of your hand and even brought you an ice cream after laughing at you for five solid minutes.

"So, how's your piano lessons going?" Haechan asked you as the two of you took a turn towards the street leading to your house, it was past 6:15 pm when you actually started heading home, stopping here and then to eat from each street food stalls you'd come across, this time around, Haechan paying for it.

"It's going good, isn't the easiest when my fingers just won't cooperate" you let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning your head against Haechan's shoulder while you walked up to the door to unlock it as he slightly nudged your head away so that you could open the door faster.

"You'll master it, baby. It just needs time and talent" he said to which he earned a smack at the back of his head. "Shut it, dimwit" you reply, hanging the keys on the hook beside the door.

Upon hearing the sound of the key, your cat, more precisely your four week old kitten, jumped off the tiny makeshift bed you'd made for her with comforters, making your way towards you, meowing in her tiny voice.

Once she reached you she started rubbing herself against the material of your legging, you pick her up, "Hey bubbles! Did you miss mommy?" you speak as though you were talking to a baby. Not getting any reply, obviously you turn towards your boyfriend, who stood beside you, looking at your cat with nothing but love and affection.

"Can I carry her..?" he asked in a cautious tone, not wanting to scare the cat.

"Of course!" you reply, handing over bubbles to Haechan. He carried her, looking all over her before lifting her high up in the air like they did to Simba in the Lion King.

"Babe.. Y/n..she oof-" he started, looking at the cat and then at you, "bro, your dragon looks dope" he said in an amused voice, nuzzling into bubbles' tiny fur coat. You had so much expectation for what he'd say when he started, but he's Haechan, what were you expecting.

"Haechan.. She's literally, oh my god that's my cat. Not a dragon" you say, face palming, trying to get bubbles out of his grip, him turning away, shielding the feline from your reach.

"I know, I'm not blind" Haechan said in an obvious tone, making his way towards the couch, settling in to play with the fur ball as you make your way towards the kitchen to place all the snacks away.

"Then why would you call her a-..actually nevermind don't answer that question" you sigh.

Not even five minutes later you hear the doorbell ring, you look at Haechan to see if he'd open the door, to which he merely glared at the door and returned back to the cat. You make your way towards the front, opening the door to find three of your friends. "Hey guys, you're earlier than expected so come help me set the snacks" you said, not bothering to greet any of them individually, dragging Jaemin with his hands because you know he'd actually help you.

"Babe! Who's it-oh hey Renjun" you ignore him and turn around to take a bowl to put the popcorn in, turning towards Jaemin to ask him to get the soda's "Jaem?" you call out, finding not a soul with you in the kitchen.

You walk out of the kitchen towards the front as you hear loud noises from there. "Jaem you are supposed to be helping me-" you say with your hands over your face, rubbing it.

"You named your cat bubblebutt? That's genius!" Jeno exclaimed from beside Renjun, sneezing momentarily as the latter nodded along, all three looking at you, expecting an explanation.

"I.. What?" you asked, confused as you could ever be.

"You! Named your kitten bubblebutt! It suits her though" Renjun said. You look at Haechan stolidly, as he laughs at your expression.

"Her name's bubbles" you look at them one by one "B U B B L E S, get it? Now come on Jaemin we need to get started with the movie" you look at him, he nodded and got up from the couch, making his way towards you.

Fifteen minutes in setting up the floor, the TV, the couch, everyone had already come in and made themselves comfortable. Having Haechan introduce your feline to the rest of the boys, you having to tell them what her real name is.

"Everyone quiet down, let's do a check before we start the movie" Mark said, standing up.

"Alright all eight of us are here. Now for the snacks. Chips?" "Got it" Jisung replied.

"sodas" "check" Chenle said.

"Candies?" "Gotchu" Jaemin replied.

"Bagel bites?" Renjun did a finger gun,

"Popcorn?" "I have them!" you answer.

"Who's going to prepare ramen once we run out of pizza?" "I thought we already decided that would be me" Haechan replied from beside you, cat still in his hand.

"And me, Jeno and Jaemin are the one's paying for the pizza! Okay we're all set" Mark ended, passing the remote to you, pressing the start button.

The movie started, everyone was indulged in the movie, the only sounds made being from speakers and that of pop cans, and other snacks..and Haechan's murmuring.

He'd been the only one not paying attention to the screen, rubbing bubbles' stomach, scratching her fur, and even cuddling up to her to keep her warm. His excuse 'I've already watched the movie five times, and bubblebutt is way cuter than toothless'

Alright then so be it, play with the cat but he could've done it quieter. But no.

"bubblebutt~"

"bubble bubble bubblebuttt"

"bubble bath, bubblebutt-" "Haechan shush" you hush him in a low voice, not wanting to disturb the others.

"What? OH LOOK HICCUP'S WINNING" Haechan exclaimed as the others cheered along. It went on quiet for a while. But Haechan and quiet can never belong in the same sentence.

"bubbles. Bubblebutt, definitely cuter"

"It even rolls out the tongue smoother, bubblebutt"

"bubblebutt, bubblebutt, don't worry, your butt will be bubblier once you grow bigger" he poked the poor cat's butt, to which she snarled, settling back in calmly as Haechan gave her scratches.

"Bubblebuttttttt~" he sang out.

"Haechan stop it" you whine, not being able to concentrate on the movie due to the constant buzzing sound coming from your boyfriends end

"Oh this? Bubblebutt, bubble bubble bubblebut, does this annoy you, princess?" he said, carrying the cat in his arms and hitting you softly with her.

"Babe, i mean it, just. Stop. " you say trying not to scream. But he kept going, that's Lee Haechan.

"Bubblebutt"

"stop"

Bubblebutt."

"Lee Haechan."

"bubbleee.. Butt?"

"Haechan I mean it, quit it. Now"

"How about a bubble. Bubble bubble bubble bubble bubble bubble but-"

"Jesus can you quit it?!" you scream out, finally losing your shit, as the boy beside you burst into a fit of laughter.

The movie was paused, god bless, Jisung's soul. You take the cat gently from Haechan's hold, handing it over to Jaemin, who sat beside you, snickering the entire time.

"Lee Haechan you asked for it" you jump at him with your fist up in the air as the boy screeched out loud.

"Ah shit, there they go again"

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 4 years

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Attention and Care

pairing: Jimin x female reader

genre: angst, fluff, established relationship au

word count: 2.8k | reading time: 14 min

warnings: none

summary: Jimin must be the only person in the world who complains about his girlfriend not complaining... When Amy doesn't pester him to come home early (like the rest of the members) he starts thinking she might not care for him as much.

A/N: Amy=y/n basically, she’s the reader, I just wanted to use a name instead of y/n. It comes from Army! This is the first fic I write on here. I will post more soon and probably create a masterlist after I have a few. Also, there could be a smutty part 2 if you guys like this one!

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Yoongi's phone vibrated on the table. The screen lit up and illuminated his face as he peeked over it. The rest of the boys groaned.

"Is it your girl?" Hoseok asked with his mouth full. "Are you going to leave already?"

"No, that's not it…" Yoongi mumbled, picking up his chopsticks again and going for the barbequed ribs at the center of the table.

"Ah, hyung. We don't even get to eat all together anymore," Jungkook complained. "Don't go yet."

"What are you even talking about, we're together all the time. We work all day."

"Yes, but we don't eat like this. You all go back to your girlfriends or whatever," the youngest continued, pouting.

"Well, what did you expect?" Jimin laughed, covering his mouth with his unoccupied hand. "We want to spend time with the people we love, too."

Jin waved his hands around. "Ah, leave him. He's just sulky 'cause he's still single." Immediately, he let out a short, high-pitched scream when Jungkook punched him on his side. As the two continued arguing, Yoongi's phone vibrated again. This time he picked it up and read through his texts, and before he could even reply to his girlfriend, the members spoke up again.

"She's really impatient, isn't she?" Hoseok joked.

"Does she miss you so much? Are you going to go to her?" Taehyung added.

"Honestly, it's getting somewhat late. I'll leave in a bit too." Namjoon seemed to take his hyung's side, although in reality, he knew someone was waiting for him, too.

"Ah… sorry guys," Yoongi said and got up, eyes still glued to his phone. "I'll leave first."

There were a couple of sighs and complains, but he didn't stay long enough to listen to them. He grabbed his coat and was out of the room. It wasn't like they weren't used to this, anyway. Every time they decided to hang out like this, someone would bail or call it an early night for the sake of spending time with their partners. Whether it was Yoongi the one to go first, or Hoseok, or Namjoon, once someone broke the group, the others seemed to disappear very easily.

"Oh, come on, Jimin," Taehyung looked at his best friend with sympathetic eyes. "You know how it is- she'll start getting jealous and be moody if I stay here too late. She hasn't seen me all day, you understand that, right?" He talked while he put on his coat.

"Neither has my girlfriend, but it's not like she'll make a scene because I'm out having dinner with my friends," Jimin replied.

Tae glanced at him one last time. "Well, what can I say? You have a very cool girlfriend. Goodnight!" he called and left.

"Yeah right!" Jungkook scoffed. "He's only using his girl as an excuse. I know he really just wants to go see her instead of stay here."

Jimin looked down at his mostly empty plate. He took a deep breath as he played with the leftovers, pushing them around in circles. "I don't know…" he mumbled. He quietly took his phone out of his pocket, under the table. It was 10:13 pm and there were only three of them left. And he had no texts, no missed calls. He put his phone back in his pocket and looked at the boys again. "You see how they always get calls and stuff? Maybe they really are waiting for them at home. What if they get in trouble?"

"For what? Having a late dinner with their members? It's not like we're hanging out with other women, anyway."

Jin suddenly stood up, earning a death stare from the maknae. "I'm leaving too. I promised I'd be back by 10, I don't want her to worry, you know?"

Jungkook didn't even protest. He just looked at the only other member left there with a defeated look in his eyes. "Jimin…" he sighed. "You're the only one who doesn't dump me. Even though you're in a relationship, you still find time for me. I appreciate that."

The older boy bit his bottom lip aggressively. He rolled his eyes and went back to playing with his food. "Sure. I have a girlfriend, that doesn't mean I'll stop hanging out with you," he said sounding almost angry. Jungkook just thought he shared his frustration.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed, stuffing his mouth with whatever meat was left on the table. Jimin eyed him, momentarily wondering how he could still be eating. He took out his phone again, just enough to check the screen, and sighed when there was nothing new.

"You really do have the coolest girlfriend, hyung," the boy spoke after he swallowed. "She never complains, right? I like Amy. Should I just come over to hang out with you two after this? Since everyone else left?"

His eyes widened at that and he whipped his head to the side. "No!" he said before he had come up with an excuse as to why. "Uh… well... I'm really tired today, Jungkookie." He lowered his voice and started rubbing the back of his neck for extra effect. "I want to go to sleep. Maybe you can come tomorrow?" But Jungkook just narrowed his eyes at his lame act. "Amy will have probably fallen asleep already, anyway. That must be why she hasn't called me yet."

That seemed to convince him a little bit. He dropped his shoulders and pouted. "Alright," he agreed. "Let's go home. Tomorrow all three of us can watch a movie or something after dance practice, right?"

Jimin was already on his feet before Jungkook finished his sentence. "Yeah, a movie sounds good. Let's go."

He arrived outside your shared apartment at 10:54 pm. Looking at the closed door, he wondered whether you had actually fallen asleep. He knew you were quite a night owl, but he just thought maybe that would be a decent excuse. Or maybe it'd be worse.

"Oh, you're here?"

He almost didn't hear your voice, lost in thought as he were. But it brought him back to earth, and he noticed you sat at the corner of the couch, a lamp by your side and a book in your hands. You smiled warmly and marked the page you were at before closing your book and getting up to walk to your boyfriend.

"What's with the long face? Did something happen?"

"Huh?" Jimin's eyebrows shot up, only then letting go of the door handle he was clenching. He ran a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact. "Uh… no, nothing."

You tilted your head to the side and gave him a playful but incredulous look. You put your hands on his waist and pulled him slightly towards you, but he didn't come as easily as he normally did. "You sure? Because you're literally pouting right now," you remarked, placing a peck on his puffy lips.

"It's just that…" Jimin ran a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes. He pulled away, his shoulders heavily going up and down as he sighed. He looked at you with the corner of his eyes. "What did you do while I was out?"

"Oh, well…" Your eyes lit up and you cracked a cocky smile, swaying slightly as you smoothly started walking towards the kitchen. "I don't know if you noticed anything when you walked in, but I actually–"

"Did you even care if I came back?"

You froze in your place. Your smile dropped, a frown taking its place in your face. "Jimin… what?"

He just gave you a casual shrug, as if he was just spitballing. "I don't know, did you care when I came back, or if I came back at all?"

"What are you even talking about?" You walked closer. "What do you mean?"

"I mean… Do you care whether we're together or not? Do you care about me?"

You placed your hands on his shoulders to look at him better. He wasn't avoiding your eyes anymore; instead, he was piercing through them with his unblinking, watery ones. "Jimin, baby, did you drink? Of course I care about you, what kind of question is that?"

He simply said: "Oh," and munched on his bottom lip. You grabbed both his cheeks, but he pulled you away. He turned around, not to go anywhere. He just stood there, facing the wall.

"Baby, why would you ask me something like that?" you repeated.

"Oh, no reason. Just 'cause you never seem to care if I'm with the boys instead of you. You never care if I work all day or don't see you for weeks. You don't even care when I have to work with other women. That's why I'm asking; do you even care about me?"

You closed your eyes shut and shook your head. Did you hear that right? "Wait… When you say I don't care about you, you mean I don't complain and I don't get jealous?"

Jimin finally turned back around. He ran both his hands through his hair, pulling at it. "I- I'm not saying I want you to complain, I just– I mean, why don't you ever ask me to spend more time with you?"

"Because I know you have work and other responsibilities! I respect that. Did you not want me to be understanding or something?"

"No but… like, when I'm not working. You could say we have to be together all the time. You only get to see so little of me, and you don't even want that?"

You laughed. How was this even a real argument? You looked towards the kitchen and your laughter turned bitter and stopped abruptly. "Are you serious right now?" Jimin's eyebrows dropped at the sudden change in your tone. "You think I like that you're working all the time? That we can't even go on a date, that I only get to see you with the stopwatch? When you leave for months to go on tour, do you think I throw parties back here? No, I go to sleep every night alone, with nothing to distract me."

Jimin took a step back. He hadn't expected you to talk back like this. Or actually, he hadn't expected you to have thought about this before, which you clearly had. "If you feel like that, why don't you show it? Why don't you say anything?" he said trying his best to keep his sulky posture.

You took one look at his pouty lips and remembered it wasn't your place to get angry right now. You had admittedly gotten a little offended that your boyfriend would even think something like that, but you should be reassuring him he's wrong, not opening up a new argument. You sighed while slightly rolling your eyes. Your hands found his chubby cheeks and you pulled him close.

"Because I know this is difficult. I knew the moment I decided to get into this relationship." You caressed his cheekbone and moved a hair strand away from his eyes. "It's difficult for me and it's difficult for you, and I didn't want to make it even more so by complaining all the time. Jimin…" you whispered his name as delicately as you could, giving him no other choice but to look at you, "–of course I want to be with you as much as I can. If it was up to me, I'd be with you 24/7. But I understand you can't spend all your free time on me. What do you want me to do, keep you on a leash? Ban you from seeing your friends or anyone other than me?"

Your boyfriend looked down and kicked his foot, his tongue probing at his cheek. "That'd be better than not even sending me a text while I'm out…"

You started sulking, too. It was true, you didn't send him any texts that evening. And maybe, just maybe, that could be an excuse to feel a little neglected. But it just happened so, and he was reading too much into it. "I knew you were with the boys, I didn't want to disturb you…" you mumbled your explanation.

Jimin didn't raise his head, but raised his eyes, looking up at you, still with that same pout. "All the other guys constantly get texts and calls from their girlfriends asking them to come home, it's not like one more text from you would be a hassle…"

You bit your lower lip. "I didn't know…" You pulled him closer and left a tiny peck on his lips. "I'm sorry, I didn't know baby." You pecked him again. "From now on, I promise that I will text you anytime I miss you, just to let you know. And if you can come see me, even better."

Although his expression didn't change much –his frown might have gotten even deeper, actually– you could tell that his mood had taken a 180° turn. Jimin made a sound of contentment in the back of his throat. His small fingers crept up your pajama shirt and grabbed it tightly. He quickly pecked your lips, too, as if he was trying to do it before you could stop him.

"You don't need to worry about seeming clingy, Amy. Give me all the clingy you got, I really don't mind," he spoke sheepishly.

You chuckled. "You don't mind? You seem like you desperately need it, actually." You managed to get a glimpse of your boyfriend's blush before he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Ah, what am I going to do with you…" you laughed, fluffing his hair and rubbing his back. "You know, you must be the only person in the world who complains about his girlfriend not complaining."

Jimin pulled back looking all offended. "I'm not complaining! I'm just- it's just, you know, complaining is a lot better than not saying anything. If you don't say anything then I'll just think you don't care."

Before he could pout again, you grabbed his face and squished his lips together. "No… You know, I can't always tell you everything," you said. "And sometimes it's better that we're not together." Jimin's eyes looked like they were going to pop off his head. You just went over this whole argument, and this is what you decide to say? He opened his mouth all wide and round, ready to go off in his thick satoori accent, when you squished his lips even more and hushed him. "Tonight, for example, just because I didn't text you didn't mean I wasn't thinking about you." You finally released him, taking his hand into yours and walking towards the kitchen. "I tried to ask you this when you came in but… didn't you notice anything?"

Jimin frowned. He looked around, perked his ears, sniffed the room… His mouth formed a tiny 'o' and he looked at you innocently. "What's that smell?"

You pouted at him, trying to look a little hurt, while you opened the oven. "Well… while you were out with your buddies, I got kinda bored. And I decided to bake you a cake for when you come home."

"A cake?" Jimin chirped and moved immediately to grab the pan from your hands. It wasn't anything too elaborate, a simple chocolate cake with no decorations or anything. You just liked baking stuff when you had nothing much to do. "For me?" your boyfriend asked, suddenly regretting ever starting an argument with you.

"I'll eat too, what did you think?" you chuckled.

After you had cut a few slices, warmed up a couple of cups of milk to go with it, too, you watched your boyfriend munch on the warm cake from across the counter. You noticed how he was sitting, with his legs spread out and his arms supporting most of his body weight. He looked tired, something you had missed when he walked in due to his energetic temper. You stuffed your face with the last bite of cake and stared at his thighs. He wanted clingy, right? You got up and walked to him, sitting on his lap while making sure you didn't put too much weight on him. You snaked an arm over his neck and used your other hand to feed him a few more bites.

"So…" you purred. "Do you think I should make you feel good tonight to show you how much I care about you?" Jimin stopped chewing, looked in your eyes, and swallowed. A smirk started forming on his lips and he almost opened his mouth to talk, when you continued. "Or should you make me feel good as an apology for ever doubting me?"

Your fingertips fondled with the tiny hair at the back of his neck and you felt how he got goosebumps just by that. Not ever looking away, he clapped his hands together to rid them of any crumbs, and grabbed your waist, urging you to straddle him. His smirk appeared on his lips again and his stare got darker, pupils dilated, head slightly lowered.

"Hmm… I think we got time for both."

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noforkingclue · 4 years

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Idk if you do ot3s but if so some river x reader x doctor? Fluff or angst but it'd be cool to see some flirting and banter (River's specialty of course).

Yep, I do ot3s!

Title: Reunion

It was just you and the Doctor on this adventure. Amy and Rory had decided to take a quick break from time travelling so the Doctor decided to treat you to a trip to Victorian London. While you were fascinated by the Victorian era you had point blank refused to wear a corset.

“I am not fucking up my insides just for the sake of historical accuracy.” You said

“But you can’t walk around in jeans and a t-shirt.” The Doctor pointed out

“Fine. I’ll just wear a suit then!”

You wore a slightly larger coat to hide your chest and a hat to cover your hair. The Doctor was cautious and was afraid what would happen to you if anyone found out that you were cross dressing. Before the two of you left the TARDIS he kept fussing over you and making sure that you were disguised appropriately.

The two of you walked along the streets. You were looking around in fascination. London looked so different and yet there was a sense of familiarity about it. Even though you came from twenty first century London you still felt slightly at home in the city. As you were looking around, and taking in your surroundings, you did get slightly distracted. That was why it so was easy for a hand to reach out and grab your wrist, dragging you into a nearby alley.

“What the-“

A hand slapped itself across your mouth and a warm body pressed against yours.

“Hell sweetie,” River said into your ear, “Miss me?”

River removed her hand and looed you up and down.

“Shame,” she said, “You’re not in a corset.”

“Of course not!” you snapped, “Are you aware of how bad they are for your health?”

“Such a pity. I’ve always liked seeing you in one. And stockings of course. Such a… delightful combination.”

“Wh… what?” you spluttered

“Oops, too early I’m guessing.”

“Stockings? Corsets? What do you mean?”

“Spoilers dear.”

Your relationship with the Doctor and River was unusual. None of you were quite sure what to call it and River was always deliberately vague when talking about it. Of course she would never reveal what would happen in your future but it was infuriating at times. You were so lost in thought you didn’t notice River’s hand coming up and knocking your hat off.

“I love your hair,” River said twirling it around her finger, “Why did you cover it was that ridiculous hat?”

“Because- Hey! That hurt!”

You were cut off by River pulling your hair. She smirked at your response.

“You’ve never complained about me pulling you hair before. Quite the opposite if memory recalls.”

“Yes, well, that was under different circumstances.”

“Different circumstances? Maybe we should go somewhere more secluded and-“

“Y/n, there you are. Where- oh River.”

The Doctor was standing in the opening of the alley and glancing awkwardly at the two of you.

“Sweetie,” Said River before turning her attention back to you, “Just saying hello to y/n. It’s been so long.”

“Yes,” you said, “That’s because you’ve been in prison.”

“I’d like to think of my stay there as a long weekend away. I wasn’t there that long. Did you miss me?”

You blushed and looked away. River laughed at your response.

“Good, because I certainly missed you and the Doctor of course.”

By now the Doctor had made his way over to you and River and was watching the two of you with amused curiosity.

“I think,” he said at last, “That we shouldn’t continue out reunion out here.”

“I agree,” said River, “I’m sure there are far more comfortable places in the TARDIS.”

The two looked at you waiting for you confirmation that you were on board with their idea.

“Same,” you said at last, “This’ll be far more comfortable in the TARDIS.”

#fanfiction #doctor who #reader insert #request #eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor x reader #river song #river song x reader

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 4 years

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Bro so I really loved I Need You it was so fucking soft and I love childhood sweethearts as a trope - and I was wondering if there was any chance you'd ever write some spinoff blurbs/fics for it or smth?? I just rlly loved the reader in this one and so it'd be cool to have some more of the relationship?? Like I'd love to see the actual proposal??

Just to reiterate that you guys can always request spin-off blurbs to any of the fics I’ve written and especially with I Need You bc it was one of my favourite things I’ve ever written so I’d love to keep writing bits and bobs for it just dipping in and out of their lives y’know? Also I had a cute idea for the proposal so I’m glad you requested it I just wasn’t sure about putting it into the actual fic bc I didn’t think it fit very well y’know?

I Need You

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Calum watched Y/N spinning his ring around her finger.

It was far too big for her, didn’t even remotely fit on but they both loved it.

Ever since the night on the balcony where he had confessed his plans for proposing to her, the thought had been overtaking both of them. In both of their minds, Calum had basically already proposed, having revealed his plans and made a speech about his love for her already.

All that was missing was the ring.

The next morning, Calum had handed her one of his rings, the one that he knew was her favourite, and shyly proposed that it would be a placeholder for the real thing.

Y/N had been delighted by the suggestion and had worn it everyday, often as a second charm on the necklace that Calum had bought her for their five year anniversary.

Tonight, though, she had slipped it off of the chain and placed it on her finger, playing with it the whole time that they were out for dinner with the guys.

“Is it finished yet?” Ashton asked, leaning closer to Calum in an attempt to have their conversation out of earshot from Y/N, who was, as always, sat next to him. Though she was in conversation with Michael and Crystal not listening to Ashton and Calum talking.

“Hm?”

“The ring - has it been adjusted yet?” Ashton clarified, smiling a little at his friend’s confusion.

“Oh - yeah, I got it back today,” Calum confirmed. Sierra and Luke had been listening into the conversation from across the table and leaned forwards, their eyes wide with excitement.

“So when’re you going to do it?” Luke asked, his eyes bright, thrilled that it was finally going to happen for two of his best friends.

“Oh... I don’t know, probably on the walk home?”

Calum could tell that his friends were mildly taken aback by his nonchalance, they weren’t aware of the conversation that him and Y/N had had on their balcony only a few weeks ago. They didn’t know that to both Calum and Y/N they were essentially already engaged.

“Have you got it with you?” Sierra asked in wonder and Calum nodded his confirmation. Sierra bit her lip before asking: “can we look at it?”

Calum hesitated, unsure of whether or not he wanted to allow the others to see the ring before his girlfriend. Ashton had already seen it as he had been with Calum when he initially went ring shopping. But even Ashton hadn’t seen the personalisation he had gotten for it.

“Well if he does it tonight we’ll all be able to see it in no time,” Luke pointed out, his arm rested around his girlfriend’s shoulders and Calum gave him a grateful smile, not wanting to have to reject any of his friend’s questions.

“What’re you guys keeping secrets about?” Y/N asked, shuffling closer to Calum, resting her head lightly on his chest and smiling dopily at all of them. It was nearing the end of the evening and Y/N had had a couple of glasses of wine.

Calum kissed the top of her head affectionately - she never had been able to handle her alcohol.

“It wouldn’t be a secret if we told you, now would it?” Y/N pouted at him and Calum chuckled, warmth and adoration filling his chest and he knew he just had to do it. “Come on, baby, lets get you home.”

“But I’m having fun,” she whined.

“Nah, you look tired, Y/N. You two should get home,” Ashton spoke up and Y/N huffed.

“We can pick up ice cream on the way home,” Calum bribed and that was enough to convince her to say goodbye to their friends.

Calum laced their fingers together as they left the restaurant, the two of them bundled up in warm coats against the chill of the January air.

“This isn’t the way home,” Y/N realised after Calum had taken them down three wrong turnings. She huddled closer to him. “I’m gonna be so pissed if the whole of the last ten years was just you gaining my trust so that you could murder me,” she mumbled.

“You’re so lovely,” Calum sighed and Y/N hummed in agreement.

“I am pretty great,” she agreed. “I thought we were going to get ice cream, though?”

“We’ll get some after - I just need to do something first,” Calum promised and Y/N nodded, tiredly leaning even further into him.

Calum adored the trust she had, her willingness to just follow his lead, and believe that he was doing the right thing. Because he knew that he, too, would follow her anywhere.

“This’ll do,” Calum murmured, holding the gate to the park open and Y/N stepped through first. “Now, I know it’s not quite home and that we don’t have Alan or Duke with us but I think it’s the closest we’re going to get.” Y/N smiled up at him.

“Is this what I think it is?” She asked, her voice hushed and Calum nodded. “Should I take this off then?” She gestured to the oversized ring on her finger and Calum shrugged.

“If you want to - no matter what it’s going to be perfect.” He lowered himself to one knee and grinned at her expression. “You going to cry?”

“Shut the fuck up,” she muttered, laughing a little.

“I have spent the whole of my adult life with you at my side,” Calum began, his cheeks beginning to ache with how wide his smile is. “Every song I’ve ever written has been about you, when we were younger every goal I scored was for you and now, every time my heart beats it’s for you,” Y/N swallowed heavily at Calum’s words trying to steady her breathing and control herself from crying. “And I know you said that you’d say yes when I asked but just to make sure you’ll stick to your word,” Calum brought out the ring box and opened it. “Will you marry me?”

“I never was one to break a promise,” Y/N sniffled, laughing a little through her tears. “Of course I’ll marry you, Cal.”

Calum stood up, embracing her tightly, their tears mixing together as they laughed from pure and utter joy in the park, waiting for their future to start.

“God, Cal, it’s beautiful,” Y/N exclaimed when they pulled away and Calum handed her the ring box.

“I was trying to get something to match you,” Y/N looked up at him, a slight grimace on her face.

“Even for you that was bad,” Calum’s response was to kiss her.

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing, however, when she saw what Calum had had inscribed around the inside of her ring.

‘So you don’t forget your roots’

Calum had told her that he didn’t think she’d appreciate him writing ‘fucking’ on her engagement ring.

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