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whaddayadothatfor · 1 year

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Shit Outta Luck

Pairing: Gojo x fem!afab!reader x Nanami, mostly Gojo x Reader

Content warnings: Free use, dub-c*n, dirty talk, excessive amounts of c*m, degradation, teasing, naked female clothed male (kinda), cliffhanger

Word count: 2,595

Summary: One day your best friends Nanami and Gojo come over to hang out and help you pack to move. You end up stuck under your bed. Instead of helping you out, they help themselves.

AN: This is so ridiculous y’all. Unedited. Thanks to my bestie for hyping me up when I was writing this. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed it! ❤️

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, intended for audiences over 18+

Chapter One:

You can’t believe this is happening to you.

To think, the day has started off so normal. Maybe that should’ve been a hint. You’ve had the worst luck since grade school. You were always the kid to scrape your knee on the playground or get random bruises bumping into desks or walls. Hell, you even managed to be the only person to get bird poop on your cap and gown during your high school graduation. A series of unfortunate events. You’ve got the coordination of a preschooler and shitty luck. It’s a rare occasion when things work out well for you.

That’s why you should have been wary when you woke up early this morning, even without your alarm. You really should have caught on when the your face was free of breakouts and your shower was warm and toasty. Maybe you should’ve clued in when you found your comfort hoodie tucked squarely in the middle of your doom pile your desk chair. It had been missing for over two weeks and you hadn’t even washed it since the last time you wore it and it still smelled like laundry detergent. The last straw should have been having a perfectly normal breakfast, with perfectly seasoned eggs and a sweet coffee at just the right temperature. That really should have sealed the deal.

But alas, you’re as oblivious as you are unlucky.

Earlier

You scrolled through TikTok as you finished your breakfast and began making a mental

note of all the tasks you should complete today. Nanami and Gojo, your two best friends since uni, promised to help you bring your heavy furniture and boxes down to the moving truck and then move them up three flights of stairs into your new apartment. If there was one source of luck in your life, it’d be those two.

It was your sophomore year of college and the both of them happened to take the same upper division course you had signed up for that semester. Initially, you were nervous at being in a group with both of them, as they both were the most popular and attractive boys in your major. A feat, since all three of you attended one of the largest universities in Japan. However, you were amazed at how well you got on with both of them. You were calm enough to deter Gojo’s hyperactivity but energetic enough to bring Nanami out of his shell. For some reason, your group dynamic just worked.

They stuck to you like glue for the rest of University. You had lost touch a little after graduation, but then you had moved to the same city they lived in a year later. It was nothing to slip back into your old routine. Now, being with them both was as normal as brushing your teeth in the morning.

And it would keep working, as long as you could pretend to not notice how goddamn fine they were. That’s really why you had been friends so long. They had told you as much in University. They were sick of women on campus treating them like meat. They liked the fact that you only ever treated them like people. So, you hide how you feel about them and keep them at an arm’s length, so they never figure out the truth.

You finished the last bit of your breakfast and put your dishes in the sink before heading back to your room to finish packing up your things. The rest of the apartment was ready to go, but you had saved your room for last. Mostly because it had the most clutter and you had the worst habit of not cleaning your room well, something Nanami always chided you for. He was a stickler for neatness, after all. Anyway, Gojo said that he’d be by in an hour and Nanami said he’d come by after work, so you wanted to make sure that the bulk of your room was decluttered and packed up by then. So you set off to work, pulling up a playlist and busying yourself tidying things up and placing trash and old boxes into trash bags. After about 45 minutes, you decided to start cleaning the mess up under your bed.

And that’s how you found yourself in your current predicament.

Present

You can’t believe this is happening to you.

You really, really can’t believe this is happening to you.

You had gotten stuck, under your bed. It was like a scene straight out of a bad porno. You were cleaning up under bed, pulling different bins and Knick-knacks out from under it when your watch had gotten caught on something deep up under your bed. It was an older bed, with a brassy-colored metal box spring. Somehow, and you don’t know how (because you have been wracking your brain on how this could have happened for the past ten minutes) in the process of trying to untangle your watch from whatever it was caught onto, you tangled your hair into the box spring.

So, let’s recap:

You’re stuck. Under your bed. With your two best guy friends on the way. One of which is a notorious little shit who loves to tease you in any given situation. Your whole bottom half of your body exposed. With only a hoodie and spandex exercise shorts on. Face down, ass up.

You can’t even call for help as your phone is on the dresser at the opposite side of the room and Siri has, you think, purposely misunderstood your calls for help as a request to play Help! by the Beatles.

You don’t even like the Beatles.

The slight anxiety you had at being trapped did not hold a candle to the humiliation you’d feel once Gojo came in. You wished belatedly that Nanami was coming over first. He would have been much nicer about the whole thing. Or better yet, that you saw the signs early. You never have such an easy going day, you should’ve known something like this would happen.

Just as you were wallowing in self-pity at your own life choices, you hear the door unlock and tense up. You really regret giving Gojo a key to your place.

“Oh honey, I’m home!” His irritatingly deep voice calls out mockingly in a high pitched tone. Even when he’s goofing off he sounds sexy. You hate that about him. And when he finds you in the stupidest, most embarrassingly compromising position of your life, you know that he’ll hold it over your head until you die. Even at your funeral, he’d bring it up. You hated that about him more. You heard him plop his keys on the counter in the kitchen before calling out to you.

“Hello? Anybody home?” You remained silent, hoping he’d think you stepped out and leave. But no such luck. You heard his footsteps inching closer and closer to your bedroom. “I brought your favorite. A matcha latte,” he called out.

That jerk, you thought. He knows you hate Matcha lattes. He brought it just so he could drink it. Suddenly, you heard the door open.

“Y/N?”

You scrunched your eyes closed, desperately wishing that you could be anywhere else than you were in that moment. You anticipated laughter at any moment, but strangely it didn’t come.

“What happened?” You jumped at the sound of his voice. He sounded much closer than he did a moment ago.

“W-well, I was cleaning from under my bed and I got caught on something and now I can’t get out. Can you help me?” The embarrassment welled up inside you, causing you to stutter. Gojo said nothing for a while.

“Yeah, okay.” His voice sounded deeper, huskier than normal. It was strange as usually he put on this silly facade to lighten the mood. He was never this serious. “I’ll have to feel around a bit to see where you’re stuck, I don’t want to hurt you.” You nodded, and you were touched. A pang of guilt struck you. Maybe you didn’t give Gojo enough credit as a friend. You promised yourself you’d treat him better in the future.

Suddenly, you felt a hand caress the back of your thighs, moving closer and closer to your ass. You jumped a little.

“G-Gojo? What are you doing?”

“I’m helping you. That’s what you asked for, right?” He said, playing dumb. He continued touching you more boldly, squeezing your cheeks firmly before caressing your thighs again. You were too stunned to say anything until one of his thumbs lightly stroked your clit over your shorts. You jerked away from him, but your options to escape were limited.

“What the hell are you doing?” You screamed at him in frustration, in more ways than one. You should have never given him the benefit of the doubt. This kind of humiliation was much worse than any other kind you could think of. When you get loose, his ass is grass.

Worse, he was turning you on with his manhandling and gentle touches. You couldn’t help it, you hadn’t been fucked in over a year since your last situation ship and the only thing that had kept you company was your rose toy.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he cooed, rubbing your clit in a slow circular motion before stopping and running his hands all over your ass again. “I promised to help you. I think it’s a tight fit down there, so I’m gonna help you loosen up, that’s all. Then you’ll be able to slide right out, no problem,” he said.

His tone was saccharine sweet, but his actions were anything but. You wanted to protest, but he stopped you.

“Just relax. I can tell by that wet spot on your shorts that you’re really enjoying this.” Your face burned with embarrassment, and all your protests died down in an instant.

You focused instead on choking back heated whimpers and moans because you’ll be damned if you let him know how good he is at making you feel. And he is good. His touches are so experienced, you start getting mad at the imaginary women who taught him how to fuck that well. Although you wouldn’t be surprised if he was just naturally that good. He seems like the type.

It was almost as if he could tell that your mind was headed somewhere else, because he slowly pulled your spandex shorts and thong down in one go and that jolted you back to reality.

“Gojo,” you warned, but he ignored you as usual.

“A thong?” He questioned. And you could almost hear his eyebrow being raised.

“I packed the rest of my underwear! Plus, no one likes panty lines,” you mumble, embarrassed. He just chuckled at you.

“It’s okay baby, though in the future I’d rather you not wear anything at all.” Before you had any time to think about what he meant in the future, he licked a stripe up from you clit damn near to your ass. While you managed to stifle your moan, you couldn’t hold back the shudder that wracked your body.

“C’mon, don’t hold back. It’s no fun for me if you do,” he rang out. He paused. “Actually, try to stay silent. It’ll make it more fun for me knowing that I made you scream when you tried not to.” He chuckled, and you could feel his warm breath cover the expanse of your pussy as he spread your lips wide.

He proceeded to eat your pussy like it was his last meal.

All you could hear was him smacking and slurping up your wetness. He left no area untouched, especially your clit. He alternated between swirling his tongue around your nub and sucking on it till it was puffy and swollen. Your cries of pleasure only spurred him on, making him moan as you grinded back on his face.

Gojo attached his lips to your clit once again, humming this time as he sucked and licked all around it. It was too much. You kicked one of legs out in hopes that you’d receive a reprieve— no such luck. Gojo caught it and put it back into its original position. He chuckled with his lips still suctioned to tour most sensitive part. The sensation had you crying out, trying to run away. Finally, Gojo let go.

“Oh, c’mon. Is that all you can take? I remember all those conversations you’d have with your girlfriends, about how men never satisfy you. Can never go long enough. Are you running from me because you don’t like it? I can do more if you like.” He said teasingly. When you didn’t respond, he slapped your pussy, hard.

“You’re hurting my feelings, sweetheart. Answer me,” his tone, although still lighthearted, turned mean.

“Yes, Gojo, please, I-I can’t,” you responded, breath airy and sparse.

“Please what? I can’t help you relax if you don’t tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

“C-cum. I need to—“ you broke off your sentence with a moan, but it was enough for Gojo.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

He worked you up until you were at the precipice of an orgasm, except this time he didn’t stop, not even after you tumbled over edge. You had never come that hard from oral, ever. Hell, you had never come that hard in general. He ate you out until the aftershocks of your orgasm died down. He stopped for a moment.

“You know, I still think you’re a bit tense. I think after another orgasm or two I’ll really be able to help free you.”

You moaned in response, still a bit out of it from your last orgasm. Gojo spit a thick glob of spit on your pussy, landing right on your hole before sticking two of his long slender fingers inside of you. It was an uncomfortable stretch and your whine said as much. You hear him unbuckle his pants with the hand that’s not on you as he shushes you.

“Just relax. I’ll make you feel good soon.”

An hour later

“Yes,” Gojo moaned out, deep and guttural, as he sunk into you. The stretch was so much worse than his fingers. You now understand why he made you come so many times. The burn would have been unbearable otherwise. Still, the slow sink into you had you writhing as much you could, still being trapped under the bed and between Gojo’s strong hands.

“Fuck, I knew I should have done this years ago. You feel better than I ever imagined.” You mewled as he sank in all the way to the hilt. He gave you no time to adjust as he slowly started to thrust in and out.

Everywhere felt so hot. You could hardly stand it. Gojo was merciless and soon set an unrelenting pace that had you curling your toes. It was a heady experience, one that made it hard to think about anything else except how hard and hot Gojo felt inside of you.

“I never should have listened to Nanami,” he muttered angrily.

“W-what? Are you—“

“I have been fantasizing about this moment since the moment I first met you, but I. Never. Thought. It’d. Be. This. Good. Fuck!” He shouted as he came. He stilled, his hips jumping slightly as he dumped his come into you. It only made you hornier. He languidly fucked his come deep within you. His tired voice rang out, but not to you.

“I bet you wish you had gotten here earlier, huh Nanamin?”

You froze.

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montrealmadison · 3 months

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I'd love to read a happy snuggly fic about Bitty & Jack.

Number #15 (for Bitty 😉)

thank you for this delightful prompt! whenever i get stuck on where to start with jack and bitty, i always revert to them snuggling. this was a really nice excuse to polish a scene that i've had kicking around my WIP folder forever. hope it's okay that the boys took it in a, shall we say, steamy direction. ❤️

15. zimbits + happy snuggly vibes + I Love You Always Forever by Betty Who for @jadedmandarin81

You’ve got the most unbelievable blue eyes I’ve ever seen You’ve got me almost melting away

Hot morning sun on his shoulders, a big, hot hand on the small of his back, and Bitty has no clue where he is.

He blinks, and—right. His childhood bedroom, sometime after sunrise: lemon-yellow walls, a mess of posters, crisp white curtains hanging limp from the humidity. It can’t be very late, because Coach’s morning shower isn’t whining through the walls yet. July fifth dawns the same every blessed year: Mama having a lie-in, Coach firing up the truck, long lazy days of few words and a blue sky and a beer that Bitty's too young to be drinking. Lord, what he wouldn’t give to be fifteen and at the lake right now, cold water closing over his head.

He brings himself slowly back to earth by wishing really hard that the Olympic-sized rink behind Michelle Kwan’s paper smile would just sort of… replace the air conditioner they haven’t been able to afford to fix for years. As it stands, he’s fucking hot.

Jack, for all that he’s peaceful in sleep, is not helping. Bitty’s cheek is stuck to his bare chest, his massive thighs are trapping Bitty’s calves, and every inch of bare skin in between is tacky and gross. The Jack of his dreams is so tangled up with the call of the ice that he feels like he should be cold by default. Jack should be white and gray and blue; frosted winter mornings, distant sun, minty breath. The Jack of reality is—well, he’s beautiful, dark sweeping lashes and all that, but he’s just as sweaty as Bitty is and his breath definitely does not smell like mint.

Bitty doesn’t mind.

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He’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop. From the moment they’d locked eyes at baggage claim, this weekend has been the weirdest song and dance: Bitty letting Jack into his life inch by inch, arranging the pieces of his soul for approval. Here’s where I went to high school. Here’s our family dinner table. Here’s my truck bed. Let’s make out. In return, apparently, he gets to have this now: his college hockey captain, on his back in Bitty’s bed, breathing slow and deep and measured with his hand skimming Bitty’s ass.

That’s my best friend. The thought makes Bitty feel floaty and weird. He knows Jack’s gym schedule and the slant of his real smile and what he eats for breakfast, but he’s only seen him sleep once: the morning of graduation, when they’d climbed up to the roof of Faber and Bitty had woken up on Jack’s shoulder, in the folds of a jacket that smelled like him.

He hadn’t let himself believe, even then, that they might be more. After all, the thing about Jack is that sooner or later he’s always stopped being Jack and turned back into Jack Zimmermann, a living legend in the shape of a teammate. Bitty had pretended it was easy, once, not to lean into the intimacy of knowing just a little more than everyone else. It feels new and exhilarating and dangerous for him to get to see Jack like this now, all pretenses abandoned, one of his wildest fantasies come to life.

Jack chooses that moment to stir, like he can hear Bitty’s thoughts shouting his name. Bitty feels the flush rising in his cheeks, embarrassed that Jack’s caught him staring—but Jack doesn’t seem to mind, just lets out a long satisfied breath through his nose and murmurs, morning-low, “Bittle.”

Lord, but that makes something pop in Bitty’s gut and then fizzle into butterflies. Before last night he’d never even really been kissed before, and now—and now. His senses are overloaded, filled with the flash-fire knowledge that at long last someone else wants this as badly as he does.

“Jack,” he says, sure that his morning voice must sound squeaky and childish in comparison.

But Jack’s eyes on his face are sleepy dark blue, weighty with something that looks a hell of a lot like approval. Bitty follows the slow roll of Jack’s Adam’s apple so he won’t do something really embarrassing, like explode and die.

“Bitty,” Jack sighs again. Jesus Christ. There go Bitty’s chances of getting out of this bed alive. “‘S’hot.”

“Yes,” Bitty grumps, but neither of them make a move to separate. That self-satisfied thing flashes through him again. Jack is, apparently, so into this, into him; the bruises to prove it are probably already darkening low on his belly and hips. Being watched this way makes Bitty feel slightly insane, drunk with power.

“I like this,” Jack says. His voice rumbles, far-off thunder. Bitty thinks about flash floods, dams breaking, the crackshot sound of shattering ice.

“What?”

“Waking up with you.”

There’s the sincerity that’s been driving Bitty wild all weekend. He’s long since mastered the art of lying smoothly through his teeth, but Jack’s graceless honesty punches holes through every pretense he can muster. It’s how Jack got him on his back in the truck bed last night, why they apparently can’t stop talking unless they find other ways to occupy their mouths. Just like that, Bitty's cheeks are in full flame.

“Me too,” he says, too quickly. Jack doesn’t seem to notice. His arms are huge, and Bitty is welcome in them. He feels positively unhinged. He has zero desire to move.

“Do we have to get up?”

“Probably,” Bitty groans, seizing the change of topic with both hands. He thunks his forehead into Jack’s shoulder for emphasis. “Coach’ll be up soon.”

“‘Kay,” says Jack, not moving one blessed inch.

Bitty squirms a little, thrilled. They keep ending up on the same page, wanting the same things. Feeling bold, Bitty mouths over the hot expanse of skin between Jack's shoulder and his neck, loving the way Jack immediately makes that pleased sound deep in his throat.

"Sorry."

“For—ah."

Jack honest-to-god moans when Bitty reaches the spot beneath his ear, and that's it: Bitty's deceased. He's gone. He's gonna die right here in his childhood bedroom, and he'll be damn well pleased about it. "Don't be—sorry for what?”

“That it’s not private,” Bitty murmurs. He waves his free hand toward the door, beyond which his parents hopefully believe that Bitty and his good friend Jack are passed out in separate rooms after the (completely tame, very platonic) excitement of last night's festivities. It seems like a tall order even in his head. He's gonna have to spend the next month before he goes back to school being very careful about the thoughts he lets show on his face.

When Bitty flexes his toes against Jack's bare leg under the sheets to prompt an answer, Jack hums a little, turns and drags his nose lightly across Bitty's forehead. "Don’t be sorry,” he says. “Actually, I was thinking about that last night."

"You were? Huh," Bitty says. "Sounds like I didn't do a very good job, then."

Jack gives him a gentle, one-handed shove. "After... uh, well. After that." He blushes so pretty, right over his nose and hot up his cheeks. Bitty kind of wants to eat him whole. "What would you say about coming to visit me?"

Forget what he’d say; Bitty can barely even think about it without going insane. Just the two of them, alone, four soundproof walls and a chance to figure this out for real. "In Providence?"

"Yes,” Jack says. “And we can do, um. More. Of what we did last night.”

Bitty is acutely aware of Jack’s hand, which is now rubbing little circles into his back, and all the other places it was last night, and how much he’d like for it to be in those places again.

“Yes, okay,” he says, too quickly to be polite; Jack is grinning, though, so. Right answer.

"Deal."

Bitty smiles back, megawatt. "Deal."

"First I have to make it home, though," Jack says. "Got a whole kitchen to get ready for you, eh?"

He says get ready like it has multiple meanings, and Bitty gets to pick the one he wants. Despite the heat, he finds himself shivering in anticipation.

"Sounds amazing," Bitty says, definitely not just talking about the kitchen. He shoves Jack back, teasing. This is his best friend and so much more. "Then you better get packin', mister, you got a flight to catch."

When the alarm clock goes off down the hall, Jack rolls out of bed and goes for his bag, sleepy chirps in full effect. Bitty stays put, though, watching. The sun catches just right on the hard planes of Jack’s shoulders, melting winter into spring, and Bitty is okay with losing control.

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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His Match

Request from Peaches19990 on Wattpad. In high school Kayce finally meets his perfect match in a girl that is as wild as he is.

Kayce pulled into his parking space at the high school in his truck picking his cowboy hat up off the dash before another truck parked right beside him. The driver door gets flung opened and he felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs. He knew the girl. Her name was Y/n L/n and she had almost gotten in trouble with the sheriff multiple times. She had been on the ranch late at night to ride the horses because her cared more about helping the town get more popular. "Well if it ain't the Dutton cowboy." She called out walking up to Jim quickly snatching his black cowboy hat putting it on her head smirking up at him.

"Hey Y/n, can I have my hat back please?" He asked holding out an open hand but I smirked running around my truck jumping back in the bed sticking my tongue out. He throws his head back knowing that we'll be late for class if I keep this up. "Seriously Y/n. We're going to be late." I scoffed throwing my legs over the side tilting my head to the side to the Dutton boy. "Learn to live a little Kayce. It's our senior year and we are allowed to skip a day." He bites his lip where I see the internal fight he is having with himself. The youngest Dutton wasn't good at hiding his desire for me. Once we graduated he was joking the Navy seals instead of getting a job or going to college. I take his hat off jumping down and placing it on his head bating my eyelashes to him tauntingly. "Come on cowboy. We could go dancing and I might be up to kissing you."

The pair chose to go to a bar that was doing live music and order drinks - Kayce just didn't know she meant alchohol. His father always called him as crazy as a wild dog. The two families were rivals so it was hard to like that their kids went to school together. I throw back a shot of tequila smirking towards him as he slowly sipped it when a song starts playing in the background. I get up from the bar rushing to the dance floor dancing under the neon lights with my hands in the air. My eyes locked onto Kayce who just sat watching me until I acted like I was holding a lasso throwing it over him. He shakes his head but moved towards me like I had roped him to me. "This is a bad idea you know. My father won't like it." He pointed out until I grabbed his hands spinning him around even though he is taller than me. I cut him off suddenly crashing my lips onto his feeling his whole body stiffened until his brain registered what was happening where he cupped my face hungerly kissing back.

"Living a little isn't so bad." He breathed out resting his hands to my hips tugging me closer to his chest. Wrapping my arms around his neck I still smirked twirling out of his arms and back in. Kayce knew better than to ask you out. You're track record of serious relationships was gone after you got dumped really bad by your first boyfriend. So he has to just learn to with the reality that you're choosing to live. "Let me kiss you until tomorrow morning, Kayce. Because I know you're as wild as me." He finally couldn't take it anymore and kisses me with everything he has. The last thing I remembered was that we ended back in his truck making out until the sun came up. "I'd chash you all over this place if you want me to, Y/n." He mumbled as I lay my head on his bare chest lifting my head up I press my lips. "You'll be chasing after me sooner than you think." I put his hat back on my head feeling his hand run through my messy hair smirking.

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kjnwoos · 2 years

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hi hello! my name is daisy (she/her, 21+, cst) and i’m so excited to be here!! let me introduce you to my boy kwon jinwoo, a 23 year old chef from seoul running away from a career-ending family scandal. under the cut is (probably too much) info on my guy along with some possible connection ideas. give this post a ❤️ if you’d like to plot or feel free to msg me here or on discord @ daisydaisy#5293 . just as a general heads up, i sometimes forget when i need to respond to ppl so please never worry about double messaging/giving our messages a bump if i haven’t replied. i can’t wait to write with you all! 🤠

before we dive into all of that, i do want to say that jinwoo’s backstory/information has a lot to do with chef stuff and also shady business stuff. aka things i do not know a whole lot about. so if any of my information/terms are wrong, sorry in advance!

GENERAL:

birthday: july 17, 1998

cancer sun, taurus moon, capricorn rising

born in seoul, sk

family: kwon wooseok (dad), shin minhee (mom), kwon jinyoung (younger brother, age 14)

traits: (pos) thoughtful, courteous, nurturing, open-minded, passionate, (neutral) emotional, reserved, introspective, observant, (neg) standoff-ish, reclusive, insecure, temperamental, judgmental, lavish

career: former executive chef at “simmer”, an upscale modern fusion restaurant in seoul

ABOUT:

traveled a lot as a kid because his parents own “intaste”, a french style gourmet restaurant that started with one location in seoul but now has hundreds across the globe

mom, minhee, was the creative brains behind it all and was the og chef de cuisine at intaste. she then turned it into a business that raked in the money and allowed jinwoo to grow up without wanting a single thing

dad, wooseok, joined intaste as patissier and eventually became cfo of the corporation. he was the money brains behind it all

jinwoo grew up in kitchens and loved every second of it

his family all got along well together, his parents were strict but nothing out of the ordinary. his only wish was to be able to see his parents more often instead of growing up with a nanny

went to the best schools, got decent enough grades, didn’t care much about grades tho as he knew he wanted to be a chef

his little brother jinyoung came around when he was 9 and he couldn’t have loved it anymore

jinwoo is, in general, a pretty loyal dude for everyone but do NOT mess with jinyoung. that is one line he will not allow anyone to cross

after graduating high school, jinwoo went straight on to being a sous chef at the intaste in seoul, not bothering with culinary school or university

worked his way up to chef de cuisine after 4 years, then (much to his parents disapproval) decided to leave and start something new

jinwoo started at simmer, a new modern fusion restaurant that an old buddy from intaste had opened

in general, the public thought jinwoo was a good chef (he had appeared on some talk shows to promote things and had been in the tabloids since he was young due to the high profile clientele his parents rubbed elbows with)

in general, the food world thought he was over-rated and a nepotism baby

a few months after simmer opened, news broke that jinwoo’s dad had been making really shady deals with politicians and had a bunch of off-shore bank accounts with embezzled funds

jinwoo’s mom called him and told him to take out as much cash as he could and hide it away because he may lose all of his inheritance if he didnt (idk if this could actually happen in real life so uhhh) and to go to a place out of the way to let it all die down

and that’s how he ended up with a moving truck at maehwa, a frown on his face, and a trunk under lock and key stored in the back of his closet

FUN STUFF:

guy is a chain smoker, tbh. likes to open the window in his room, look out at the property and lose track of time by smoking

you can always find him in the kitchen late at night because the man does not know how to go to bed

(headcanon that jinwoo gets stressed so he cooks and leaves trays of food in the fridge and plates of sweets on the counter that magically pop up in the middle of the night for everyone to enjoy. he gets flustered if someone tries to thank him for them)

his brother encouraged him to journal so he has a bunch of well loved, falling apart journals to write in when he gets frustrated

he likes to stay on his own and doesn’t really open up/talk to people so he has an image of being cold but really, he’s just shy

super emotional guy who will have emotional outbursts and esp gets loud when he’s cooking and something goes wrong

pansexual but doesn’t really date or have partners. he doesn’t allow himself to make the time to be romantically involved with anyone (that obvi can and will change when he meets the right people)

doesn’t really wear leisure wear, he normally is in at the least a sweatshirt with jeans

CONNECTIONS:

someone in the house who he can be his one (1) close friend

someone in the house who can not stand him

someone who knew him outside the house (maybe they ran in the same circles in seoul)

someone who found the trunk in his closet and won’t leave him alone until they find out whats inside

someone who knows all about the embezzlement/possibly was affected by it personally

a cooking buddy / someone to stand in the kitchen and cut carrots and peel potatoes with jinwoo, both in silence

someone who wants to learn how to cook

any and all romantic tropes can be applied here, i am up for almost anything

someone who really tries to get jinwoo out of his comfort zone and fails constantly, but not without annoying jinwoo to high heaven first

a chill buddy, someone to sit outside and drink a beer with late at night

#awhqsintro #posting this and then heading straight to bed!#i am but a slave to capitalism who has to wake up and go to work in the am #but i'll be around on mobile / possibly on my computer tomorrow to get started on plotting things out!!!#genuinely so excited to be writing for my boy

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badlucksav · 2 years

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Ultimate ship meme: YuTen.

Alright, let’s go!

General:

How long will they last? - forever ❤️🤍

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - let’s say this is one of my arranged marriage AU ideas…it takes a little while. Neither are thrilled to have their marriage arranged, but there’s an automatic attraction neither can deny, and within a few months, they’re head over heels for each other.

How was their first kiss? - Lu Ten is a huge romantic (he gets it from his father) so it was special. Paper lanterns at twilight reflecting off the turtleduck pond at the royal palace, the smell of lemongrass on a warm summer breeze…it was nothing less than perfect, according to Yue.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Well, Iroh technically asked Chief Arnook for Yue’s hand in marriage for his son…but Lu Ten carved her betrothal necklace.

Who is the best man/men? - Zuko and Toph (you can’t tell me that Lu Ten and Toph wouldn’t get along. It’s like a chaotic big brother/little sister friendship)

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Katara, Suki, and Azula

Who did the most planning? - Aunt Ursa and Yue’s mother (who is shamefully not named in canon, so I’ve given her the name Jissika), along with help from Auntie Kya (cause this is a no war AU so Kya lives)

Who stressed the most? - Iroh, probably.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Ozai

Sex:

Who is on top? - They switch 😈

Who is the one to instigate things? - Lu Ten usually, but Yue likes to jump his bones too.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - It totally depends. Sometimes it’s a 10 minute tryst in a supply closet between meetings, other times it’s an all-night fuckfest where they only come up for air before they’re back at it.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Lu Ten doesn’t care how many times he gets to come. His goal is to make Yue come as many times as she can. And if he gets off a few times too, well that’s fine by him.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. (It all totally depends on how they’re feeling. Sometimes it’s super soft and vanilla, other times it‘s rough and passionate.)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 3, although they struggle a bit with it.

How many children will they adopt? - 0

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Yue, although Lu Ten tries his best to change as many as he can.

Who is the stricter parent? - Yue

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Yue (Lu Ten is usually right there attempting them too)

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Eh it’s probably a palace servant, but in a modern AU, it would probably be Yue

Who is the more loved parent? - Their kids love them equally.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Both!

Who cried the most at graduation? - Lu Ten

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Lu Ten (it probably helps that their grandpa is the Fire Lord) -

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Lu Ten enjoys cooking, so he’d cook the most

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Yue. She never quite gets used to the spiciness of Fire Nation cuisine.

Who does the grocery shopping? - I mean, servants, but in a modern AU it’s probably Lu Ten

How often do they bake desserts? - Almost daily, probably

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Yue is the meat lover, Lu Ten is the salad eater

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - I’d say it’s about equal, except Lu Ten is more likely to slip up. He’s just too excited.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Lu Ten. He loves showing off his gorgeous wife.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Yue for sure 😂

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - (Again probably servants but) both of them. Lu Ten’s rigid military training won’t allow for mess, and Yue is just a naturally neat person.

Who is really against chores? - Neither of them enjoy it, but they deal with it.

Who cleans up after the pets? - (servants probably)

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Neither

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Yue

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Lu Ten — Yue always says he’s luckier than she is.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Yue

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Both of them

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - They go all out for every holiday

What are their goals for the relationship? - to love each other more each day

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Yue

Who plays the most pranks? - Lu Ten, although Yue is known to pull quite a few good ones.

Thanks for the ask! You know how much I love talking about these two ❤️🤍

Send me a pairing!

#Ultimate ask meme #Yuten #yue x lu ten #yue #lu ten #atla #avatarthelastairbender #avatar #asks #savage answers

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lastxdragon · 3 years

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Ardyn and Dany ❤️

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME! Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? - As long as Dany lives.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Quicker than either expected.

How was their first kiss? - On fire!

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Ardyn

Who is the best man/men? - Jhogo

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - Missandei

Who did the most planning? - Daenerys & Missandei

Who stressed the most? - Daenerys

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Jon Snow

Sex:

Who is on top? - They alternate depending on the mood.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Both

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Until Dany is exhausted.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - They don't keep a count, but it's awesome.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 2. A boy and a girl.

How many children will they adopt? - 0

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Staff.

Who is the stricter parent? - Ardyn

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Daenerys

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Missandei

Who is the more loved parent? - Daenerys

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? N/A

Who cried the most at graduation? - N/A

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Daenerys

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - The staff.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Ardyn

Who does the grocery shopping? - The staff.

How often do they bake desserts? - They don't.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Meat

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Ardyn

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Ardyn

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Ardyn

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - The staff.

Who is really against chores? - The staff. LOL

Who cleans up after the pets? - The staff.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Ardyn

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Daenerys

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - The staff.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Ardyn

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Daenerys

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Every holiday (Dany likes it).

What are their goals for the relationship? - To happily bring more dragons back to the world and rule it together.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Both

Who plays the most pranks? - Ardyn

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tinyarmedtrex · 5 years

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What about the recreating the first date one for reddie?? Only if you want❤️

“It has to be perfect.” Eddie muttered, glancing around to be sure he had everything. “It has to be.”

“You know he’ll love it even if it’s not, right?” Bev asked, leaning against the door frame. “You could have just answered the door naked and he’d be thrilled.”

Eddie turned to her, glaring. “Not the point.” He glanced up at the clock. “Now shoo. He’ll be here soon. Thank you for all your help!” He said as he pushed her towards the door.

While a shrug she left, leaving Eddie alone with his nerves. Tonight was their five year anniversary and Eddie had insisted on planning the evening. He and Richie had made it through college and now both had jobs and their own apartments. Eddie had wanted to live on his own after graduation, to try out independence. Richie had teased him, saying he’d be over all the time anyway. And, while that proved to be true, Eddie had still liked being on his own. Especially now, as he was able to work through some of his anxiety alone before Richie arrived.

It wasn’t long before he heard a knock on his door and someone singing loudly about a Spaghetti Man to the tune of ‘Rocket Man’. Smoothing down his shirt again Eddie answered the door, smiling up at his boyfriend.

“You look fucking cute,” Richie said, bending down and kissing Eddie as he handed him some flowers. “Are you sure we have to celebrate ? I’d much rather rip these clothes off you.” He trailed a hand over Eddie’s shirt, stopping at the top button.

Eddie slapped his hand away. “Yes! We do! I put a lot of effort into it.”

Richie nodded, pulling his hand back innocently. “Well then lead the way to this mystery date.”

He turned but Eddie grabbed his hand. “We’re actually staying in.” He said, starting to feel nervous that this date wasn’t good enough.

Richie turned back. “So we are having loud, crazy sex all night? Perfect.”

“No!” He squeaked. He lead Richie through his apartment and to the area outside where he had set up a projector and air mattress. Next to it was a greasy fast food bag, complete with two milkshakes. Richie stared at the scene as Eddie fidgeted nervously. “I wanted to recreate our first date- when we got McDonald's and watched the drive in from the top of the hill? But there’s not a drive in around here so the apartment manager let me do this. I got the same movies too…” He trailed off and Richie still didn’t speak. “It’s stupid isn’t it? You wanted to go out and do something fancy not some lame-” The rest of his sentence was cut off by Richie’s lips pressing against his own.

When Richie pulled back Eddie saw that he had a huge grin. “Eds, this is perfect. That night was one of the best nights of my life, sitting in my truck bed with the cutest guy in school while we guessed what the actors were saying as we ate fries? Come on, what more could I want?”

“You like it then?” Eddie asked.

Richie nodded. “I love it.” He lead Eddie over to the mattress, both laying down on it. “This is amazing. You’re amazing.” He kissed Eddie again. “Happy anniversary Eds.”

Eddie finally relaxed, leaning against Richie. “You too.” What Richie didn’t know was that at the bottom of his fast food bag was a list of apartments that Eddie had found. Both their leases were up soon and Eddie was finally going to ask Richie to move in with him. But that was for later, right now Eddie was happy to be nestled against his boyfriend, letting Richie feed him spoonfuls of milkshake as he started the movie.

#reddie #fluffy fluff #this got long too #whoops #tinyarmedtwrites #constantreaderfool

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