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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 4 years

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Male!Werewolf (Rhys) x Human! Reader (Modern AU) 3

PART 1 - PART 2

Male monster x human reader

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing Part 3

“There is no way I’m doing that.”

“Ah come now, sugar.” Rhys had been sat on your bed when he had told you the announcement: the prospect of meeting his parents and other brothers had been spoken about since after you had gotten together, but you didn’t think the motion would be so… extravagant.

“You didn’t tell me it was going to be this extra, Rhys.” You sighed, heavily, pinching at your nose as you searched through your wardrobe for anything that could make you look presentable. A cocktail party, something you didn’t think Rhys would ever introduce you to.

“It’s just for one night, babe. And then, when it’s all over, we can go back to yours and have as much pizza and movies you want.” He grinned toothily, his brown eyes winking your way. “How does that sound?”

“You’re terrible, you know that?” You exclaimed over your shoulder playfully. “I don’t even think I have anything appropriate.”

“You can dress down for me if you want.”

“Rhys, this isn’t helping.” You quavered, “I’m meeting your parents! I need to make a good impression.”

“Look, they’ll love you for who you are, no matter what you look like.” Rhys smiled, standing up and coming to hug you from behind, wrapping his muscular arms protectively around your waist.

“You mean it?”

“Of course, sugar. I don’t want you getting overwhelmed by this.” He kissed your cheek tenderly, the warmth coming through his chest radiating through your back. “I appreciate you coming with me though.”

You leant further back into his chest, “You mean it?”

“These events always bored me, and my old man always asked when I would bring back a girl for him and mom to meet, but I never did nor ever want to show up. This is something I want to do now, not just for my dad’s sake.”

You smiled at that, grateful to be able to do this for him. “Then, I hope they like me.”

“They will,” he nuzzled into your cheek, “just like how I do.”

“So you’re parents’ names are?”

“Atticus and Eleanor.”

“And you have four brothers - Nicholas, Theo, Marshall and Jackson.”

“Correction: Nick, Marshall then Theo and Jackson.” Smiled Rhys, as he turned the steering wheel to the left, coming off the main road and down towards the secluded and private narrow road. You were staring out the window, shifting your dress to cover your legs as best as you could as you watched the tall trees pass. “You didn’t tell me you owned a private house.”

“It was my grandfather’s, he gave it to all his children to come to for celebrations and whatnot. It’s just used more often by my pops than his other siblings. The Hawthorn manor, something that has been in our family for two centuries.”

“I didn’t know that.” You pondered. His family is big but I didn’t know they were rich. The manor was a piece of grandeur in his family’s name, and it certainly was something of glory: its high walls and stone marble were glossed in onyx, with high foliage that grew over the bricklayers with its bright red double doors on display. “It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you, sugar.” Rhys was dressed to the max in a borrowed dark blue suit and black tie, his hair swept back and gelled back as his hand came to wander and squeeze your thigh. “If we weren’t going to this, well—I don’t think we’d even make it out the house.”

“Just keep an eye on the road, silly.” You playfully said, averting your gaze in which Rhys noticed, his deep chuckle always seemed to calm your nerves. “You’re gonna do amazing, babe. I know it. Just remember, deep breaths.”

You did as told, breathing through the nose and out through your mouth, in and out, until you could say you were slightly calmer. “Oh shit, we’re here.”

The driveway wasn’t really a driveway, but more like a small acre in a field: large enough to hold four grand cars as large as the BMW Rhys drove: all marbled and glossed black and leather-bound seats, you didn’t know what you were walking into.

You stepped out and walked over, arms linked to the door as Rhys gave the knocks to the red entrance, the sound itself seemed to reverberate through the outside of the manor than inside, but it was still all too impressive.

The doors opened suddenly and outpoured the two people Rhys held some tolerance for. His parents were similar in height and dressed accordingly to the occasion: reds and blacks of silk dresses and ties, their dark hair sprinkled with occasional greys throughout, their olive skin still youthful to make them look to be in their early 40s than late 50s.

“Rhys, you look well,” His mother was dressed beautifully in reds with a long-sleeved maxi dress and her lips being the same crimson shade, her hair pulled back into a neat bun. Her eyes landed on you with the unexpectant warmth that radiated like the sun, “you must be the special someone?” Her tone was welcoming, caring.

“That would be me, yes.” You sheepishly announced, before Eleanor took the initiative and embraced you tightly in a welcoming hug. “Welcome, my dear. It is so nice to have a new face around here.”

“You’re the one who’s got our boy’s head doing cartwheels?” Rhys’ father, Atticus was presenting himself with a beaming broad smile, his large hand coming to shake yours tightly and all too enthusiastically. “My future daughter-in-law will be the needed asset to this family.”

“If you would, dad, I don’t think we want to spend the evening in the cold,” Rhys informed with a roll of his honey-brown eyes. Eleanor took you by the arm as she took your coat to hang up.

“Finally, another girl to keep me company surrounded by these men.” She chuckled to herself, her eyes full of mirth. “You will like Rhys’ brothers, they take after my humour, not that old dog’s.”

“Hey, I’m still here.” Atticus jested with a wink, his crow’s feet creased. “Come, we can begin now that everyone’s here.”

You took a glance back to Rhys, portraying an ‘I’m sorry we were so late because I couldn’t curl my hair properly’ to which he looked back with an, ‘It’s okay, it’s still beautiful nonetheless.’

“Our guests have arrived, boys!” Eleanor announced, the reception room was extravagant with Corinthians that would put their Greeks to shame. There, from their spots turned the four men awaiting the final guests, all ranging in different heights and forms.

“Boys, come say nice to Rhys’ girlfriend. Be kind.” Eleanor warned, flashing a sympathetic smile as she hurried to collect more glasses for the two of you.

His brothers were all tall compared to Rhys, maybe the second to youngest, Jackson was an inch taller than Rhys, but Nicholas was and foremost the tallest, followed by just two inches, Theo, then Marshall.

“I didn’t know you were bringing a girl round?” Jackson announced first, grinning from ear to ear as he looked at Rhys’ body language and facial expressions, “A pretty one too.”

“Look, you can go find one for yourself to bring here,” Rhys kept his tone oddly calm for this intrusion, gripping at your hand securely, “we’re a thing.”

“So, you marked her?” Marshall looked you up and down with a single glance, his nostrils flaring momentarily. “I see no mark.”

“Nor do I smell her claim.” Jackson sniggered.

“You’re making her uncomfortable, Jack.” Theo came to push aside Jackson, smiling warmly to you in return. “Forgive us, we must look like animals tonight.”

“Hardly ever.” Retorted Rhys with a click of his tongue.

“I’m sorry,” you interrupted, feeling slightly aware that what they were talking about was making you uncomfortable, “what do you mean by claiming.”

“A wolf claims their mate when they find the one,” Nicholas joined in the conversation, leaning over to smile almost considerately. “It’s what wolves do when they care for their partner.”

“I see.” You could feel the tension build with the silent back and forth glares that Rhys was sent to his older brother, the sudden realisation and disappointment in knowing that you hadn’t been marked by Rhys yet… or would you ever be?

“I’m gonna get another drink. This is killing me.” Marshall slipped past, walking straight to the bar as Eleanor came back with two drinks of champagne in her hands. “Our finest, though it does go a bit to Jack’s head.”

“Funny.” Pouted Jackson, “I’m sober enough to see this night through.”

“Like last time was any better.” Nicholas seemed distracted elsewhere, his eyes always drifting in the room. “Summer of last year was an awful one.” Theo sighed dramatically, “For me.”

“We had a great time!”

“You set dad’s car on fire. And I had to clean up your sick.” Theo addressed as Jackson shrugged. “Okay—but we still had fun.”

“Come, Theo, you gotta help me with bringing up more bottles.” Eleanor grinned as she beckoned the kinder of the Pearson brothers away, leaving now just the four of you to idle chatter.

The champagne couldn’t go down your throat any faster.

You didn’t know whether the tension building between Rhys and Nicholas was already ready to burst, but when you had looked to the oldest Pearson brother, you had been surprised to see his hardened gaze on you already. He regarded you with a curt nod, before saying your name clearly.

“Nicholas.” You acknowledged him coolly. “You already met Nick?” Jackson addressed, eyeing the two of you up with suspicion. You regarded Nicholas with a small glance to find him already staring back at you. “Not on the best of terms, but yes.”

“I wasn’t in my best of moods, but I can say myself, I was acting like a dick,” Nick confessed earnestly. “No hard feelings?”

“None at all.”

“Good, I wouldn’t want to get awkward with you, since seeing you with Rhys makes him happy.”

“I didn’t think the day would come,” Jackson grinned, “he’s like a lovestruck puppy.”

“I’m still fucking here, Jack.” Gnarled lowly Rhys, his voice resorted to sounded two tones deeper than usual, almost imperceptible. “I’m sure your little girlfriend doesn’t want to hear you swear so much, Rhys,” Nick added, smirking thinly.

Rhys snorted through his nose as he gave you a final regretful look before storming off, saying under his breath of needing some more to drink. “My apologies for him, he’s always... struggled with expressing proper emotions.” Nicholas simply added whilst Jackson continued sniggering at the affair.

“Maybe to you, but not me.” You finally added, your brow furrowed, now angry to see how bad it could get being both the youngest and forgotten one of the family. “Yeah, he isn’t perfect, but who is? I like him just how he is, and I know that he cares for me.” You addressed to the both of them: Jackson’s laughter and jeering quietened, whilst Nicholas continued to stare at you as if you were the main hideous attraction to a circus.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I want to enjoy my evening.” You pressed the champagne glass into your bottom lip, whilst finally, Nick was first to have a broad smile appear on his face as if your words had inspired him the most, his laugh a gentle and deep timbre. “You know, I didn’t think at first I’d like you, but you surely changed my mind.”

“How so?”

“You’re like him a lot, but that warmth and empathy you have is what maybe none of us showed much to Rhys.” He placed his large hand upon your shoulder, the warm startling hot in his palm. “I hope he sees himself how good you are to him.”

You couldn’t respond at first, but Nicholas’ words were merely earnest, as he collected his younger brother and dragged him off by the shoulder. “Come, Jack, let’s go find the others. Have a good evening.” He left with nothing else to say, leaving you more than confused and surprised by his change in his words. “What in the fuck?”

You had found him on the second floor on the balcony that you didn’t think would be accessible to them all, but here he was, staring out idly at the view that outstretched for acres.

“Hey, I knew I could find you here.” You smiled as you came to cradle you from his back, his back tensing from your touch as you leant into him, silently thinking to yourself as you took in his lack of words or movement. “Are you okay, Rhys?”

“I’m sorry about them, sugar.” He confessed, his voice hoarse and low, “I wanted to impress you and show them how good we were together, but all they did was mock and leer, mock you as much as my love for you.”

You removed yourself when you heard that certain word, the one word that made your stomach flutter and head spin. “You… you love me?”

“I know it’s shit, and I didn’t want to confess like this either.” He laughed dryly to himself, his eyes downcast. “I wanted to make it official too, you becoming… my mate.”

Mate. The word was innocent enough but it brought you to do somersaults in your mind, and your grip around his waist loosened enough to make Rhys assume you were reacting negatively to him. “You’re scared of me, aren’t you?”

“No, I just—I didn’t think you wanted to do this, not now.” You soothed, relaxing when his head rested against your forehead, his eyes closing in relative peace. “I didn’t want to pressure you into anything, not until you were comfortable with me.”

“Rhys,” you calmed him, “I’m with you until the very end. I… I love you.”

His eyes had opened when you confessed the three words to him, his honey-brown eyes so wide in realisation, yearning only for you. “I love you too, sugar. So much.”

He captured you lips rougher than you had expected, his fingers threading through your tresses, pulling you closer to him, the heat of his body and familiar scent of him was all you wanted and you needed.

“Shall we get out of here, babe?” He had asked with a full beam on his face when he had pulled away from you, the low growl reverberating through his chest like a soft motor.

“You want to ditch your family?” You had laughed, pulling him closer to you as he kissed from your jawline to your neck. “I mean, they won’t be looking for us now, and we can finally get that pizza and chill night in.”

You kisses him again, more passionately and rougher than the first time, pulling back to look him in the eyes as you felt the calmness lull you to competition. “I can’t say no to that then.”

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bluesfortheredj · 5 years

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Modern Romance Pt. 3

The sound of her phone ringing from the hallway finally jolts us out of our moment and she apologises quickly before rushing to her bag. I hear her talking to someone who is obviously concerned as to her whereabouts and she reassures them repeatedly that she is safe and will be home later. My heart sinks at those words even though I know this must all come to an end, and she returns just in time to lift my spirits once more.

“Sorry about that,” she smiles as she slides back into her seat, “the struggles of being 28 and still living at home; always someone checking up on you!”

“A common occurrence these days. Nice to have someone making sure you’re okay and not in a strange man’s house having dinner though...” I wink and she laughs a hearty laugh that puts a smile on my face straight away.

“Somehow I managed to leave that bit out actually,” she giggles as her laugh trails off, “do you, er, do you live with anyone?”

Is this a roundabout way of asking if I have a partner? I smile at her question, I can’t help it. I look down at my now finished plate of food as she takes her last bite, then I tilt my head back up again to face her.

“Just me,” I reply, “I take it you’re close with your parents then?”

“Yes,” she smiles, “very much so. Are you a family man?”

“Absolutely. See that beautiful drawing on my fridge? One of my nephews made it for me.”

She rises from her seat to take a closer look and grins as she turns back to me.

“We’ll be seeing his work in the Tate one day,” she nods, “it’s fantastic.”

“Looks like he takes after his uncle then,” I smirk as I pick up the empty plates from the table and take them over to the sink.

“Modest,” she says as she raises her eyebrows and collects the glasses from the table then joins me, “you wash, I’ll dry.”

“I’d never allow a guest to help me wash up,” I gasp, “I insist you go and sit down in the living room with a topped up glass of wine and put your feet up.”

“Well I’m afraid you have no choice in the matter,” she smiles as she grabs the tea towel from behind me, leaning in so close her perfume fills my nostrils. All I can do is grin back at her as her scent overwhelms me and causes my mind to go completely blank. Somehow I manage to fill the washing up bowl and start cleaning the crockery, then she leans against the counter as she takes each plate and wipes it with care before gently placing them in a pile.

“So what have you been in that I might have seen on the telly then?” she suddenly asks as she tilts her head with interest at me.

It’s refreshing to hear someone ask that rather than reeling off things I’ve been in, and I quite like being an unknown person to her. She gives me a reassuring smile and suddenly I want to tell her my whole life story, not just what I’ve acted in. Her face is so kind, so genuine, so full of intrigue as she awaits my answer, ready to scan her memory to see if she’s seen me on the screen without realising it.

“You don’t have to tell me,” she chuckles softly after my long pause.

“Oh, no, it’s not that,” I grin, “I just forgot what I was going to say. Your eyes are… distracting to say the least.”

She looks away from me obviously embarrassed by what I said, and all I want to do is kiss her, so I make my move. I lift my hands out of the washing up bowl, flick the excess water off of them, then gently place my hands on the tea towel she still holds, so they’re covering her hands without getting them wet. Her gaze lifts from the floor to my face, hovering at my lips for a moment before she meets my eyes, and she holds her breath as I lean in slowly. She meets me half way then our lips connect in a tentative kiss and a fire is ignited in my soul as our mouths move together; the softness of her plump lips like a comforting blanket after a long day, and I want to feel this every single day for the rest of my life.

“Oh,” she giggles once we part, and her laughter is like music to my ears, “is that the length you’ll go to, to avoid a question?” she jokes, and I smile but I can tell that there’s a self deprecating humour there that acts as a defence, which saddens me.

“I’d never avoid a question from you,” I say, “but I would go to some extreme lengths for another kiss from you.”

There I go again, laying it on thick and being about as subtle as a frying pan to the face. I just can’t help myself with her though, she’s doing something to me that I’ve never experienced before, and I’m loving every second of it. I crave more and it concerns me that I know this night has to end eventually.

“Good to know,” she says shyly, “now tell me your entire IMDB history.”

We laugh as she takes my hand and leads me into the lounge as if she already lives here, and it’s so natural, so easy, I’m in heaven in my own house. How has this happened?

“It’s not very interesting really...” I say, trying to play it cool.

“You’ve been on Midsomer Murders I see,” she smiles as she points to a photo with me and Neil in it, “how long did you last, and have you got the footage of your death?”

Our bodies fall onto the couch at the same time and she curls her legs up on the cushion so she can face me, her arm propping her head up as her elbow rests on the back of the sofa. I can’t remember if I switched the light on in this room or if it’s just her smile illuminating it. I let out a small laugh before I turn my body to hers and bring one leg up onto the couch, making sure it rests against hers so I can feel her warmth.

“I survived, actually,” I smile, “I played a policeman.”

“No way! That’s amazing!” she gasps, “how long were you in it?”

“I was in three series.”

“Three?! Oh my god, now I feel bad for not recognising you,” she chuckles, “and Gwilym isn’t exactly a name you’d forget.”

“Don’t worry,” I grin, “ever heard of a show called Jamestown?”

“You’re going to have to stop listing shows because I’m feeling awful about seeing these things and- wait a minute… Samuel Castell?!” she asks as true shock crosses her face and her hands cup over her mouth.

“Yes,” I laugh, “that’s me! Well, was me...”

“Oh, poor, dear Samuel,” she sighs as she brings her hands down and places them on mine, “he was such a sweet soul. I guess it didn’t take much acting for you to be the perfect gentleman?”

“You think I’m a perfect gentleman?” I question, and her cheeks redden.

“You definitely could have taken something else from what I just said,” she laughs nervously as she slips her hands away from mine. I clumsily reach for her again which ends up looking so strange as my fingers almost miss her and practically grab at hers in desperation for contact, but she smiles at me and I know that everything will be okay as our hands find each other once more.

“Shit!” she suddenly gasps as she gets a look at the time on my watch, “fuck! I’ve missed the last train.”

My mouth opens to say something reassuring and I’m fighting against the fact that all my lips want to do is turn up into a smile at this news. She looks panicked, flustered, and she’s let go of me again as she runs a hand through her hair frustratedly while the other taps anxiously on her knee.

“I’m so sorry for swearing,” she says, “I’m just… I should’ve kept an eye on the time. How did it get so late?”

“Don’t be sorry,” I smile, shaking my head slowly, “time flies when you’re having fun, right? Sorry, not helpful.”

“It’s true,” she half laughs, “oh god, do you know of any places around here to st-”

“Here,” I interrupt, “stay here. I think my spare room is clean enough… Might have to quickly go and check though.”

“Are you sure?” she asks with a frown, “please don’t feel like you need to do this.”

“I know I don’t need to. I want to. You can figure out my kitchen, right?” she nods as I get up slowly from the sofa, “how about you make us a cup of tea while I make sure the spare room is presentable and find you something to sleep in, yeah? I take mine with milk, one sugar.”

“I think I can manage that,” she smiles and I hover by the sofa as I watch her get up and walk into the kitchen.

Once I’m up the stairs I take a moment to fist pump the air and clap my hands together as I look up at the ceiling to thank the universe for making this possible.

“Thank you thank you thank you,” I whisper to the loft hatch.

I look like a fool, but I’m climbing the dizzy heights of love. Love? It must be. To feel this strongly about someone must be love. I rush around the guest bedroom putting away clothes, paperwork, and boxes of stuff I didn’t even know I had to be honest, then shake off the duvet and plump up the pillows to make the bed look inviting. When I get to my room I stand in the doorway panicking a little as I wonder whether I have a clean pair of pyjamas somewhere, and thankfully when I open up a drawer there’s a grey t-shirt and shorts combo just waiting to be worn by her. I pick them up carefully and take them downstairs with me where I find her rinsing the tea spoon after having just finished making the tea.

“Found these,” I smile, causing her to turn around.

“Thank you,” she sighs, “I’m so sorry again, I should have kept an eye on the time, it’s completely my fault.”

“Don’t worry,” I chuckle, “honestly, it’s fine. Have you told your parents you’re safe?”

“Yes,” she laughs, “I definitely wasn’t believed when I said I was staying with an old friend from uni, but sometimes a white lie is necessary. I’m safe here, anyway, so it’s fine.”

She is safe here, she is so safe here, and it fills my heart with joy to hear her say it. She takes the pyjamas from my hands and her fingers brush against mine lightly as they hold onto the clothes, then she balances them on one hand as she points to one of the mugs of tea.

“That one’s yours,” she smiles.

“Out of curiosity, how do you take your tea?” I ask, already planning to get up before her and bring her a cup for when she wakes.

“Milk, no sugar.”

“Sweet enough?”

“Something like that,” she giggles.

“Right, well follow me and I’ll show you to your room,” I say as I pick up my tea and she does the same.

‘Your room’ sounds nice coming from my mouth, but our room would sound so much better. She’s close behind me as we climb the stairs then I turn left at the top and hold my arm out when we get to the spare room for her to enter before me.

“Hope this is okay. Bathroom is opposite you, and I’m just the other side of stairs if you need anything. Telly works fine so feel free to use it if you can’t sleep… Umm, do you want me to leave the hall light on? And do you want some water?”

“Gwilym,” she grins, “calm down. I won’t leave you a bad rating on trip advisor, I promise,” she winks.

“Sorry,” I frown as I shake my head in embarrassment, “I’ll let you get to bed then.”

“Thank you. For everything,” she smiles, then leans up and places the sweetest, softest kiss to my cheek, “I’ll see you in the morning. Or during the night if I get lost,” she giggles.

I laugh with her but I don’t want to leave her, I want to keep my eyes on her as long as possible if she’s not leaving my house, I want to make the most of every second and learn every single inch of her skin so that I can never forget her face. She shuts her door slowly and I sigh a little too loudly, then walk to my own bedroom with the cup of tea she lovingly made for me; the only warmth I’ll feel tonight.

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doctorgerth · 5 years

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If you're still taking match ups! I'm 28, female, preference for men but meh, not fussed. 5'3 ish, usually quite laid back but ready to throw down at any time. Sarcasm and reasonably dark humour. Like reading and writing, occasional art and general creative stuff. Not a morning person. I like vegetables?? I'm bad at describing myself?? I enjoy driving at night time.. I like hugs by only with people I know. Bit of an introvert... im so bad at this Haha. Help me.

Yay, my last matchup for the week! I’m so excited to get a request from you, sweetie. I’m a huge fan of you and your blog so I feel honored that you are requesting from me!

Your match is…

Kid

You’re willingness to throw down is really what won Kid over. He finds it amusing and pretty sexy how quickly and easily you can go from 0 to 100. You can keep up with his pace pretty well, and that’s the kind of partner he needs. You’re a chill person, but he knows you can fight for yourself when you need to, and that makes him feel better. Kid loves strong women; he doesn’t have the time to constantly protect you - he’s got people to murder, things to steal!

He also appreciates how low-key and laid-back you are in the relationship. Kid isn’t one for super romantic gestures, so he enjoys that you’re content with the smaller things. You wouldn’t think it, but Kid actually can be romantic and cute without even trying. He’s not a flowers guy, so he likes to disappear for a while into his shop to make you cute little trinkets or jewelry that makes him think of you. It’s small, but damnit he’s proud of what he’s made for you! He needs immediate affirmation that you like it, because he doesn’t do this for just anybody. If you show even the slightest hint of hesitation or dislike for it, he’ll huff and throw it over board, threatening to never make you anything again - when really he just goes right back to his shop to make something better! You wearing or using the things he makes you really warms his heart, though he’d never verbally express it.

You are a bit older than him, but that’s another thing he really finds enjoyable about you! Kid finds mature women who have their shit together much more appealing than whiny, dramatic, and bitchy girls close to his age. He loves to brag to others about snagging a cougar for a woman (even though there’s only a 5 year difference??) and it doesn’t seem like he’ll stop any time soon. On the flip side, he likes make fun of the height difference between you two. When you’re arguing or just getting on each other’s nerves, he likes to remind you that he is your superior/senior. He also loves to torture you by picking you up like a small sack of potatoes and just throwing you over his shoulder. He either does this to shut you up…or he does this while taking you to the bedroom, letting you know that it’s time for some lovin’ now.

Kid is the biggest sarcastic asshole of them all, so he appreciates that you don’t get offended when he’s being pretty snarky. Its just his normal conversational tone, and honestly, you’ll serve it right back to him. He finds that really entertaining, causing him to laugh a lot. The crew find it strange since Kid’s laughter is usually maniacal, but your witty banter makes his genuine laughter come out! Your dark humor really threw him off at the beginning - he’s called you a freak many a times - but now after being with you so much, he’s developed his own sense of dark humor. Now, he calls you “my little freak”, which can be innocent in nature, but we all know what Kid is really insinuating. The only good thing about mornings is morning sex, according to Kid, so he is with you on not being a morning person. But, you two know how to make it at least a little more tolerable. ;)

He likes to pick on you for being a little nerd, what with your reading, writing, and artistic hobbies. He never makes fun of your creations though, as he knows he would never want you to do that with his. He also sees how much time, energy, and creative thinking goes into your art, and he truly respects that. You two love to show each other your art. He tries to act uninterested, but he can’t hide the proud smile that creeps on his face when you show him a new drawing or story you had just written. You’re unique, talented, and highly interesting - Kid never gets bored with you (which is very hard to say about his past lovers)!

Other potential suitors:

Law - it’s the dark humor. Law isn’t a humorous guy, but you sure do make him laugh with your macabre nature. He relates to it, and you two like to exchange jokes every now and then. The crew finds it absolutely disturbing, but you two are never fazed. He’s also a sarcastic asshole, so he enjoys your witty responses. Law hasn’t met a lot of people who he enjoys holding conversations with, but you, he could talk with you all day!

Lucci - he is a calm and collected guy, but like you, he can jump into any fight without hesitation. Lucci enjoys how laid-back you are, but also how there’s a strong fighter hidden underneath that chill persona. He also enjoys exchanging in sarcastic banter, your dark humor eliciting a chuckle from him every now and then. It’s enjoyable to see you break his scowl, and it embarrasses him, which makes it even funnier!

Robin - again, the dark humor. This woman lives for some dark humor. She’s been surrounded by people who are sincerely disturbed by her words, but with you, she can let loose all the jokes she’s kept to herself! Aside from that, she enjoys sitting in the library and reading with you, or reading while you work on some art! She enjoys reading and critiquing your stories, though she truly loves them all and hardly ever has anything bad to say. She always demands a copy to keep for herself, and she really hopes you will release a book one day! She’s your biggest fan, and even asks for autographs, just to be cute and playful

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dat-town · 6 years

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The gravity of him

Characters: pilot!Hoseok & You

Setting: space opera

Genre: humour, fluff

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple business deal, no complications, no swindling but of course, that freaking pilot of yours had different definition of simple.

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"We go in, buy the asset and leave. Pure, simple business, right?" you remind the Venusian delegation consisting of you, the senator's daughter, a few guards and robots. Nobody answers, nobody even looks at you as you try to reassure yourself that everything is going to be alright. You won't disappoint your father by failing such an easy task with intergalactical importance.

"Alright, miss," your translator robot saves you from the embarrassment of talking to yourself and you smile at the human-like artificial intelligent just before the entire ship shakes because of turbulence. You let out a surprised yelp and jog back to your seat when the pilot shouts back:

"We are gonna have a rough landing, everybody get a grip!" he warns from behind the control panel and fly the spacecraft over the red lights hidden in the green wildness that overgrown the entire planet. The young man in uniform curses under his breath as he catches a sight of the old-fashioned, unpractical but pretty landing site. "Eyy those fancy Earth2 stations. No wonder nobody wanted set a foot in here in centuries."

Well, it isn't the only reason, you all know. The planet is famous for its humidity that’s sometimes too much to bear, the constant rain and hot air are both uncomfortable for most beings so the combination of all these are probably why Earth2 hasn't gotten a lot of visitors lately. Not to mention its gravity that plays tricks on any machine set for other atmosphere. For instant, your spaceship.

"What the hell is going on?" you shouted at the pilot as the vehicle kept shaking and you felt the descent of height in the pressure on your chest. When you didn't get an answer, you got up and trotted forward to the control panel against all protests coming from your guards.

"What's happening, Jung?" you question the pilot in annoyance and you utter curses in your head. You should have known not to trust your father's decision in pilots, especially if this certain mission required a long, long journey and diplomatic sweet talks. The guy you know from Venusian Interstellar Academy is most likely the worst choice, you vouched for it.

"Sit back to your seat, princess, I have everything under control," he retorts using the nickname you dislike on purpose.

"I'm not a princess and you can't tell me what to do," you argue and lose a bit of your footing when ship's unpredictable movements mess up your balance. The pilot casually grabs your elbow and keeps you right there without any know-it-all comment. You hold onto him as if he was an anchor and you clear your throat. "You should lower the atmospheric pressure by 60.000, you idiot."

You have never learnt how to control a spaceship properly but you know the theory. They taught all of it in your Intergalactical Travel Methods class at the Academy... that you took together.

"I know! I'm the pilot, not y-" Jung snorts.

"Venusian Fjordian, model number FG-404, identify yourself," the radio crackles out of blue as the control tower notices your intention of landing, interrupting the pilot's heated comment.

"Poor Star Lady, why can't they learn your name already?" he pats the control panel lovingly and you scoff at his childish acts. Of course, he named his spaceship. It was his 'baby' ever since he got it and talked about it so much, you just wanted to roll your eyes whenever you heard its cheesy name.

"Here is FG-404, delegation of Venusian, staff of eight humans and three robots, asking for a landing permit," the guy switches to an official, serious tone, one you never hear from him outside of work.

A pause of silence follows and then the radio crackles again.

"Permission given, please land on A5, thank you and welcome to Earth2."

"Home, sweet home," the pilot mutters under his breath almost inaudible when the log ends. He presses a few buttons, changing some settings and lowers the machine legs over the landing area. The spaceship's engine stops as soon as the legs set foot on the ground, steadying the vehicle.

"Any complaint or request, princess? We arrived safely," Jung Hoseok, as his name tag on his uniform says, turns towards you with a shit-eating grin on his irritatingly handsome face.

He makes you want to scream.

"Oh just shut up already!" you scoff not too mature.

You stand up to lead the delegation off the ship and greet your business partners on the mainland of this wild planet. While discussing politics and trade affairs, you finally managed to get rid of your disturbing thoughts about the boy whose eyes hold galaxies as he was born to travel through the universe. Funny how life works, you never thought you would see him after graduating from the Academy. He went on his way, free like a bird as always while you were bound to rules and protocols, under constant surveillance and protection. It’s something he always teases you about and the reason why he calls you princess mockingly all the time. It really angers you because he has no idea about the struggles you had, because just like everybody else he thinks that you are the perfect girl, daddy's beloved daughter who got everything on silver planet. Not like you knew a lot about him, that much becomes painfully obvious as soon as you are escorted to the meeting room of Earthian monarchs and the lady speaks up in a highborn accent:

"Where's Hoseok?"

"Who?" you blink at her in confusion.

"The pilot. We only agreed to this meeting on the condition he was coming too."

Ah, this explains why your father was so relentless about the identity of the pilot but you still don't understand why he’s so important. But as if he knew what was going on, in that moment Jung Hoseok waltzes into the room like he owns the place with a glass of wine (or maybe gin?) in his right hand and plops down on the chair across from the welcoming committee.

"Hello everyone, what did I miss?"

Afraid of him humiliating you and your nation, you grab the front of his collars hastily.

"Get up, Jung and show some respect to our lovely hosts," you hiss only for his ears to hear and unlike the pilot, you don't find the situation amusing at all. He merely flashes you a smug smirk and hurries to stand up as you wished.

"Sorry, you are right, my bad," he bows a bit forced towards the Earthians. Something dangerous flashes in his eyes and you gulp nervously, fingers playing with your latex uniform's edge. On the other hand, Hoseok is absolutely relaxed like he never felt more home… and you don't even suspect how true it is. "How are you, mother? Stepdad is still drinking?"

Your eyes widen and mouth hang open in astonishment when you hear his questions and suddenly you don't know where to look. It takes a whole minute to process the meaning behind his words.

"You should come home more often, son," the woman scolds Hoseok who can't help but laugh it off.

"Thank you for the invitation but no, I would rather not," he answers without hesitation, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he settles back onto the chair seeking comfort.

"Do you really care about the Venusian Republic more than your home? Is this why you came here? You need that stupid plant so bad?"

Calling the keypoint of your survival a 'stupid plant' is a bit too much since the planet you came from lacks water and no matter how advanced your technology is, you can’t grow plants so you have to import them which takes a lot on the budget. Not to mention, it's a dangerous situation because food can't be stocked for a long time and what if you get yourself into an interstellar war without a trade partner? How are you going to live then only on meat? So that’s why this new survivor plant of Earth2, this experienced agriculture colony, can be a lot of help for you because it's said to be able to grow and become fruitful even under the harshest conditions.

"It's strictly business, mom. They want that freaking botanical stuff and in exchange they offer technology. It has nothing to do with me,” Jung shakes his head as he puts both his elbows on the able, leaning towards his mother. Now that you look closer, you see the similarities between them, the same slope of nose, those coffee brown eyes and the crinkles next to their mouth. But in contrary of the pilot's sassy, smiley personality, his parent seems like the definition of stiffness and gloominess.

"Then we won't agree," she raises her chin high up, obviously feeling in a more advantageous position in this deal since you want something from her and not the other way around. You have been taught techniques of how to handle negotiations but you felt like you ended up in the middle of a family dispute and it wasn't about business anymore at all. You had no right to interrupt. "We don't need your superior technology, we have our own and there's not enough gold you can pay us to give the to you."

A deep, knowing sigh escapes Hoseok. His features harden as he stares ahead at his bossy mother.

"Then what do you want?"

"You," the woman replies without an ounce of kindness, in a tone which allow of no reply.

However, at this point, you need to step in.

"No! All due respect my lady, but Ju... Hoseok isn't a property who is to be bought. We don't want a deal that includes creatures with their own will," you state the indisputable fact you are not willing to change. Maybe, you Venusians aren't the best people out there but you don't keep slaves and you don't trade with humans. You and Jung might not have been on the greatest terms but there’s no way you leave him here on his own if he doesn't want to stay. Even if his family was here. He probably had a very good reason to leave.

"Then the business is off," the woman says, voice thick with anticipation and the way she intertwines her pointy fingers, she clearly thinks she is in the winning position. It makes you want to show her a stylish goodbye.

"Well I would say it had been a pleasure to meet you but that would be a lie. Bye," you turn on your heels abruptly and rush out of the room. You don't get to see but Hoseok stares after you quite impressed.

"You heard her," he shrugs with a cheeky smile and follows you gleefully.

The confused translator robot and another member of the delegation comes by with him but he waves them off, telling them to meet on the ship later, and he goes after you to the gardens.

It's been a while since he came here. It feels like a lifetime and maybe it really is. When he decided to leave behind Earth2 with all of its unhealthy quantity of flora and humid air that makes it hard to breath sometimes, he started a new life. At the Academy on Venus, he decided he wanted to travel the universe, to never settle down, to see as much as humanly possible. Now, he is home in the galaxy, among the stars.

And you? You are a girl born to live on land with a mouth bigger than it should have been and at first, he only liked teasing you to see your reactions but now, now he knows all of them by heart. He memorised the way you crunch your nose when you are mad, the way you squint your eyes at him when you are about to tell him off and he absolutely loves your comebacks. However, even though he enjoys your little interactions, most of the times you seem fed up with him so he never expected you to stand up for him. You could have agreed to the condition, telling him to stay, that the plant is more important for your country but you didn't, you didn't even hesitate. Even if it meant to disappoint your proud family.

"My dad will kill me," you whisper mostly to yourself and you jump in surprise when Hoseok speaks up from behind you.

"No he won't. He loves you. And we have that ugly thing anyway," he says as he sits down next to you on the bench as casually as ever while swinging a leg over another. He reaches for your hand turning it upwards and then slips a single seed onto your palm. “I have more.”

You gape at tiny, life-changing seed and close your fist around it. When you look up, you narrow your eyes at Hoseok. So that’s why he was late!

“You did not steal this, right?”

The suspicion in your voice makes the boy laugh. He knows it’s an important asset for Venus since the country doesn’t leave nothing to chance either. They wouldn’t have made such a long journey just to return with empty hands.

“Oh sweetie they might have told you to buy it but to me they said to take it either way,” he confesses and even though he thought you would protest more feverishly, you just laugh as you resigned yourself to the inevitable and his unpredictable personality. It reminds him that he owns you something.

“Thank you. You know... for what you did back there,” he mutters a bit sheepishly, scratching his nape and you blink at him in confusion.

“I didn’t do anything special.”

Hoseok apparently doesn’t agree. How would it have looked in his mother’s eye that the country he chose over his own pushes him back into her arms for some plant?

“But you did. I know you kinda hate my guts but you still stood up for me and...”

“I don’t hate you,” you can’t help but blurt out and you have to look away from the questioning glance he’s sending to you. Still, the intensity and genuine interest in his eyes make you blush. “It’s just that you make me so mad sometimes. You are infuriating and I don’t know what to do with myself so I act on impulse.”

“Ah I know it’s because of my devilishly good looks, you can admit it,” he winks at you that makes you roll your eyes. He is back at his usual self.

“Aaand the moment is gone,” you sigh but don’t want to let go. You kind of enjoy this fragile intimacy between you. "Why did you leave this place?"

And Hoseok could joke, make it funny and say because of the atmosphere or something like that but he sticks to the truth. Well, a part of it.

"My mom used to read me a lot when I was a kid about other planets and galaxies. Growing up I wanted to discover it all,” he explains staring out to the distance, at the two moon of this planet.

"I hope you will get the chance to," you tell him because Hoseok is really somebody who belongs out there, out of the cages, so you can only hope your father's orders won’t weight him down too much.

"Me too," he nods with an uncharacteristically shy smile and when he looks at you, he thinks he sees the universe in your eyes, too.

A minute of silence follows until the sound of footsteps coming from outside disturb them.

“I think we should get back to the spaceship before they-”

The alarms go off as soon as the pilot tentatively makes the suggestion and the red lights leave them no choice.

“Let’s go,” he jumps to his feet and grabs your arm hastily yanking you forward.

He knows this planet way better so you trust and follow him without questioning. Hand in hand you ran towards Star Lady and the whole situation is so absurd, you break into a fit of giggles. Without asking what you laugh at Hoseok joins you. Jogging on the ramp, he pulls you close to get you both on the spacecraft in one piece in time and somehow, in-between of heavy breath and secret smiles, you realize it wouldn’t be too hard to fell for him.

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haikyuutrash11 · 6 years

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Facts about me!

0: Height: 5"8

1: Age: 24

2: Shoe size: 7

3: Do you smoke? Yeah

4: Do you drink? No

5: Do you take drugs? No

6: Age you get mistaken for: 21 XD

7: Have tattoos?: yeah! A mum tattoo, Aztec turtle, crown and an infinite symbol

8: Want any tattoos? Yeah I want more

9: Got any piercings? Yeah! 2 piercings in each ear lobe, scaffolding, lip ring and tongue

10: Want any piercings? Yeah I do want more XD

11: Best friend? I'd say my wifey acts more of a best friend then my best friends 😅

12: Relationship status: engaged

13: Biggest turn ons: when people run there fingers through the front of there hair 😍😍😍 and glasses ahaha

14: Biggest turn offs: being begged for sex 😂😂😂😂

15: Favorite movie: damn I have 2.... the lost boys and the lord of the rings

16: I’ll love you if... You watch anime with me!

17: Someone you miss: erm.... I dunno?

18: Most traumatic experience: ermmmm getting abused mentally and physically in a previous relationship :/

19: A fact about your personality: I'm very open

20: What I hate most about myself: everything... 😂😂

21: What I love most about myself: my sense of humour

22: What I want to be when I get older: an author

23: My relationship with my sibling(s) fucking awful 😂😂😂

24: My relationship with my parent(s) there great! They annoy the Shit out of me but there alright aha

25: My idea of a perfect date: pik nik or anything that involves adventure!

26: My biggest pet peeves: i have a few but to name one... when my partner drinks from the milk bottle hahaha

27: A description of the girl/boy I like: well he looks like Asahi from Haikyuu hahhaha

28: A description of the person I dislike the most: tall skinny phyco

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend: i don't lie... I'm actually awful at lying hahaha

30: What I hate the most about work/school: the fact it exists hahaha

31: What my last text message says: okay

32: What words upset me the most: ermmmm 🤔🤔🤔 probs fatty or fat

33: What words make me feel the best about myself: when people tell me they like my fan fiction... So simple but yeah

34: What I find attractive in women: honesty

35: What I find attractive in men: sense of humour

36: Where I would like to live: Tokyo!

37: One of my insecurities: my weight

38: My childhood career choice: hahaha to be a red arrow pilot

39: My favorite ice cream flavor: mint choc chip

40: Who I wish I could be: someone rich hahaha

41: Where I want to be right now: Tokyo! Or Hawaii to meet someone super kool XD

42: The last thing I ate: burger

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately: Tsukki and Kuroo 😂😂😂 but if we're talking human lol Rap Mon ahaha

44: A random fact about anything: ermmmm I can move my ears without touching them XD

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fancyfreshjday · 6 years

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Dating Someone Taller Than You Is Easier Than You Think

Despite every dating taboo we've smashed, one remains irritatingly persistent – the romantic equivalent of the mosquito that insists on buzzing by your ear in the middle of the night, its whining bloodlust obliterating any hope of beauty rest.

We're talking about dating while short. After a lifetime of being picked last for basketball and subjected to Napoleon jokes, you may have resigned yourself to singlehood.

But why let the vertically blessed have all the fun?

Good things do come in small packages – in fact, science says short men make better partners – so it's time to get over your fear of height(s). Get a leg up on the competition with these tips for dating a taller woman. Don't Dismiss Her [caption id="attachment_184827" align="aligncenter" width="960"] Jason Statham & Rosie Huntington-Whiteley[/caption]

Hockey Hall of Famer Wayne Gretzky said it best: "You miss 100% of the shots you don't take." Don't take it for granted that tall women are only interested in men who are taller than they are. Not only is it a tired stereotype, it's an excuse for your own cowardice and insecurities. Your height difference is irrelevant if you have chemistry in other ways. She might even get off on being taller than you.

In the event a woman does reject you on the basis of your stature, consider yourself lucky. You filtered out a shallow person who wouldn't be a compatible partner anyway. Tall bullet dodged. Own It [caption id="attachment_184828" align="aligncenter" width="960"] Seth Green & Clare Grant[/caption]

Mental game is everything. Confidence is hot no matter how you stack up against a measuring tape, but it's especially important for shorter men. How you see yourself is how others see you. If you act like your height is a hindrance, she'll pick up on your insecurity and see you as less attractive as a result. If you own every inch like you're Yao Ming, you ooze the kind of cool self-assurance no one can resist.

Your poise in the face of a taller date also sends important signals about your character. From a woman's point of view, a guy who isn't hung up on looking “manly” or feeling “emasculated” doesn't give a s—t about arbitrary rules. He's more likely to be comfortable with any other ways she bucks gender stereotypes – like earning more money – and with her ambition, intellect, talent, and confidence. He will never make her feel small in order to make himself feel bigger. Don't Bring It Up [caption id="attachment_184829" align="aligncenter" width="960"] Sean Penn & Charlize Theron[/caption]

For the love of Danny DeVito, don't open with a comment, question, or joke about her height. Every guy has tried it, and to say she's over it would be an understatement. That gorgeous Amazonian goddess wants nothing more than to be approached like she's normal (because, spoiler alert, she is). No intro is less impressive than talking about the most obvious attribute about her. Instead, catch her off-guard by not bringing it up at all. Your refreshing take signals confidence and will make you stand out for the right reasons. Don't Pull A Cruise [caption id="attachment_184823" align="aligncenter" width="960"] Tom Cruise & Katie Holmes[/caption]

Rumour has it Tom Cruise uses an arsenal of Hollywood tricks to appear taller, including standing on boxes, wearing lifts in his shoes, and cleverly framing shots to change the perspective. While it may work for a larger-than-life movie star, relying on height-enhancing gimmicks reeks of desperation in real life. Equally unattractive is overcompensation, so cool it with the humblebrags about your high-powered career and your monster member. A tall woman will notice your discomfort with the height difference and start to feel uncomfortable in return. If there's one thing that's unattractive in everyone, it's bitterness. Do Pull A Hart [caption id="attachment_184817" align="aligncenter" width="960"] Kevin Hart & Eniko Parrish[/caption]

Take a cue from one of Hollywood's most successful pocket-sized celebrities. Kevin Hart has the presence of a guy twice his size (and the multi-million dollar net worth to prove it). It's all in his attitude. "Anything that a person thinks they can say, I disarm them by saying it myself,” he says. “Self deprecation. I do it before they do." Hart owns his stature with just the right amount of fearlessness, self-awareness, and humour – a combo magnetic enough to hold his own opposite David Beckham and woo his beautiful wife Eniko Parrish. Highlight Your Other Qualities [caption id="attachment_184826" align="aligncenter" width="960"] Keith Urban & Nicole Kidman[/caption]

Height is hardly the only thing you have going for you – and if it is, you have way bigger things to worry about than whether you'll have a date for Saturday night. Put the spotlight on other things that make you awesome and let your A+ personality shine through. Talk about your travels, your hobbies, and your interesting career. Show off your sense of humour. Be attentive and chivalrous. Be the guy any man or woman would look up to, regardless of the length of his inseam. Enhance What You Have [caption id="attachment_184822" align="aligncenter" width="960"] George Clooney & Stacy Keibler[/caption]

Unless you're David Bowie, we don't suggest trying to pull off platforms, but there are subtle ways to make the most of what you've got. Stand up straight with your shoulders back and your head held high (good posture is important anyway). Style your hair with extra volume on top and wear shoes with a slightly thicker sole. Avoid baggy clothes, cuffed hems, and horizontal stripes that will make you look stumpy. Instead choose more tailored items, perhaps with vertical stripes, and wear a solid colour from head to toe. A streamlined look can help elongate your body, while anything that creates a visual break truncates your frame. Treat Her Like A Lady [caption id="attachment_184825" align="aligncenter" width="960"] Ethan Hawk & Uma Thurman[/caption]

She may be able to take you in a wrestling match, but she's still a lady and wants to be treated as such. Tall women regularly complain that their dates don't make them feel feminine, and while there's an argument to be made that the idea that “taller = mannish” is societal nonsense, we'd never fault a woman for wanting to experience some fairytale Prince Charming shit. Make the first move. Be the big spoon. Don't discourage her from wearing heels. Put your arm around her waist. Offer a hand as she steps out of a car. Sweep her off her feet in whatever way you can, since you might slip a disc if you tried to do it literally. Don't Just Tolerate, Appreciate [caption id="attachment_184824" align="aligncenter" width="960"] Daniel Radcliffe & Erin Darke[/caption]

A tall woman has internalised all the same stereotypes you have. She's been told that women are supposed to be smaller than men, that it's a turn off if they're not, that guys are intimidated by her size, that a genetic quirk she has absolutely no control over is emasculating and embarrassing. After years of hearing this baloney, her confidence may need a boost just as much as yours does. Do more than accept your height difference. Tell her it's sexy – that it's not just something you're ok with, it's something you love about her, just like you love her wicked sense of humour and her ability to quote Arnold Schwarzenegger movies. Think Of The Perks [caption id="attachment_184830" align="aligncenter" width="960"] Ryan Gosling & Ana de Armas, Blade Runner 2049[/caption]

She's easy to spot in crowds, you can share t-shirts, she can reach stuff on the high shelves, and she makes you look like a badass. Everybody wins.

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