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bluelockmaniac · 26 days

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— ୨ৎ "TEDDY TITTY BEAR"

★ ft. toji x fem!reader 彡 wc: 0.6k

▯ notes. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲. fluff. slightly suggestive ending !

“my cute titty bear is back!” you yell excitedly, rushing towards toji and throwing your arms around his large body as he enters through the front door of your apartment. a cheeky smile etched its way across your face— one that he was all too familiar with.

he tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he tries to pry you off him, amused. “your what?”

he's been through this before; it was not the first time you've appeared before him with nonsense leaving your pretty, impulsive mouth. yet, perhaps it was your peculiarities that he secretly found endearing.

“what do you mean, my what?” you ask, tipping your head to the side with innocent, wide eyes, peering up at him through your fluttering eyelashes. you repeat your words, that teasing grin of yours still stubbornly refusing to abandon your lips. “i said, you're my cute titty bear.”

“what the fuck is a titty bear?” he shakes his head in amusement as his hand absentmindedly moves behind his head to scratch his thick nape. “look, princess,” he continues, “i know this is one of y’weird outburst episodes, but seriously, you gotta stop—”

“nuh-uh, i’m not repeating this again,” you huff, feistily grabbing his huge hand and dragging him to the living room.

this time, you were taking the lead and he was letting you. he was just slightly intrigued. what were you planning on getting yourself into now? there was no harm in entertaining your shenanigans just this once, he thought.

he follows you with a grin playing at his lips, then sprawls comfortably on the couch with his legs spread.

you smirk, quickly settling yourself warmly on his lap, legs straddling his waist as you assertively slam your palms against the backrest of the couch, one hand beside each of his shoulders, caging him in with your arms.

“oh?” he raises his brow, staring at your sly expression nonchalantly as one muscular arm encircles your waist, his other hand pinching the bridge of his nose. “don’t act so smug, princess. i still need an explanation, y’know?”

you hum softly, then, without warning, slide your hands up his chest, guiding them to either of his breasts and shamelessly squeezing them simultaneously.

“look.” squeeze. “at.” squeeze. “them!” squeeze.

he flinches, inhaling sharply out of surprise as his mouth falls agape at your brazen stunt. sure, you’re undeniably crazy, and confident, but to boldly squish his chest with that mischievous grin dancing unashamedly on your lips? he had clearly underestimated you.

“girl,” his fingers gently gripping the soft flesh of your hips, his eyes wordlessly demanding answers. when you only giggle in response, he moves his hand to grip your chin, thumb dragging along your plump lips. “you’re insufferable.”

your eyes crinkle devilishly, “but you love me?”

“ya know it.” he grumbles, his voice soft as he holds your head and presses a kiss to your forehead, then to the corners of your lips.

“then can you take off your shirt pl—”

“no.”

“i need to see your—”

“no. perv.”

“but i wanna bite—”

he groans, his patience wearing thin, and without another word he silences you with a rough kiss on the lips, which predictably worked like a charm. “you’re crazier than me, y’know?”

you nod your head in response as pink creeps up your cheeks, “and you wouldn’t have it any other way, right?”

“i wouldn’t.” the two of you silently stare at each other for a few seconds. it was a comfortable silence— almost as if you both were falling in love for the first time again. almost.

“alright, enough,” he yawns loudly, interrupting the silence, the romantic atmosphere abruptly fading away. he stands up and throws you over his broad shoulder effortlessly, earning a squeaky gasp from you. “time to show this stuck-up princess what this titty bear can do, ‘kay?”

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒:

"h-hey, toji, calm your tits!"

"nah princess, you asked for this first."

#౨ৎ — vivi writes.#jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji fushigro x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #x reader

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jadestone2 · 2 months

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Heart of purity and a cuddly bear

theme: fluff (sfw with MY lovely husband, Kuai Liang)

art: yenyenyen19

a/n BRO PLS BRING BACK MORTAL KOMBAT FICS😭I’ll write them then

Sometimes you felt like you were dating an entire teddy bear, scratch that— a teddy teddy bear that was as warm as I heater! You loved your husband so much, hell— if someone asked you if you would trade, they’d leave with a red slap mark on their face!

Kuai Liang was just so sweet! Even though he may seem so inexpressive he actually was clingy and sweet around you!

Today was another day where you were cooking for your lovely husband, per usual he comes in late. But you never minded, happily making a delicious meal for him.

You hum a tune that was played at your marriage, not hearing the door open. Kuai Liang, sweating from a hard day of training— but all the exhaustion melts away when he hears a melodic chorus coming from the kitchen.

He takes off his mask, gently placing it on a table— careful to not draw attention. You place noodles inside the boiling pot of water, putting sauce on the chicken skewers.

Suddenly muscular arms wrap around your stomach, squishing at the soft flesh. You giggle when you feel his face rest in the column of your neck, he peppers tiny kisses on the flesh.

“Ew! Ku, you're sweaty!” You whine, trying to squirm from his grip to no avail.

He chuckles, gently pulling you from the kitchen— spinning you in a circle, his calloused hand in your soft ones. He presses a gentle kiss to your nose, bringing your body close to his.

“Hi love, heard you humming a special song..” he says, smiling down at you.

“Mhm, the sound that played at our wedding” you say, wrapping your arms around his body— resting your head on his large pecs, smiling devilishly.

“I remember that, you looked stunning as ever. The little flower placed beside your ears just made you even more gorgeous, I could never forget that day” he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Suddenly it felt like someone cuted unions, your eyes water at how kind he was to you— you truly did lick out. He noticed tears slip down your face, he gently wiped them off your chubby cheeks.

“S-so kind… I’m so happy I married you..” you say, struggling to calm down your emotions as more tears fall down your face.

Kuai laughed uncontrollably, picking you up as he walks over to the couch, setting you on his lap.

“Ku! It’s not funny!” you whine, giggling yourself as you snuggle to his warmth.

He laughs even louder, boisterous and loud. Suddenly his laughter stops as puts you in a headlock, confused and you attempt to scramble out.

“Love? Love, what are you doing?” You ask, slightly panicking but then laughing.

He extra hand tickles you, a big smile fills he face as he starts to tickle you making you laugh and squirm.

“Ku! K-ku! Stop!” You say in between your loud laughs, tears slowly drip from your face— this is the second time you were crying today, both happy tears.

He stops, resting his hands on your heaving stomach— chuckling. He throws a blanket over both of you, hugging your body close to him.

“I truly do love you, my little flower” he says, licking a strip on your neck.

You flinch at the feeling of his hot muscle lap at your neck, you hear him hum.

“Well, I also truly love my teddy bear” you say, turning around to squish his cheeks together.

He pouts, taking your hands off his face. He does the same thing to you, smiling when he sees your chubby cheeks pressed to your face.

“I love you so much, my sunshine” he says pressing a kiss to your forehead, pinching your cheeks.

You couldn’t respond thanks to him engorging himself in your face, squishing your face.

“In fact.. I think I should show you how much I truly do love you..” he mumbles to himself, smirking.

He lets go of your face, standing up from his comfortable position— he throws you over his shoulder. He laughs when he hears your protest, resting his hand on your ass.

“Don’t you dare!” You whine, kicking your legs.

He chuckles, throwing you on your shared bed— he buries your face in his chest, arm wrapped around your heads. He gently scratches your hair, smiling down at you.

You melt into his embrace, grabbing a blanket to cover your bodies. Your vision flickers as haziness clouds your mind.

“Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up. I love you honey” that was the last thing you heard as you snuggled closer to your personal heater— sleep taking you.

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat scorpion #mortal kombat kuai liang #kuai liang #scorpion mk #scorpion x reader #kuai liang x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 fluff #mortal kombat fluff #Mk1 x chubby reader #Mortal kombat x chubby reader #Scorpion x chubby reader #Kuai Liang x chubby reader

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mountingpulisic · 1 year

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FAR FROM DONE PART TWO

warnings : smut

part one

as soon as the sound of thunder rippled through the house, mason knew he was finally going to have the upper hand.

you had absolutely hated thunderstorms.

ever since you were little, they scared you beyond belief. always needing another warm body to offer you comfort and soothe your anxiety when it came to bearing the storm.

smiling devilishly to himself as he folded his laundry, mason mentally thanked the meteorologist that spoke on the television, he was advising everyone to stay indoors and seek shelter due to the intensity of the storm. .

peeking over his shoulder to look at you, mason’s ego soared as you nervously diverted your attention from him back to the television.

“oh look at that love, weather guy saying it’s supposed to get real nasty.” emphasizing the word nasty as he cutely scrunched up his nose.

he couldn’t hold back the grin on his face.

the last time a storm traveled over the city of cobham, you two kept yourselves distracted by the one thing you were withholding from him.

sex

he hoped that the arrival of this storm was the push that you needed to finally end this stupid silent treatment you’ve been giving him for the past nine days.

he was sexually frustrated beyond belief. growing tired of using his hand to do a job that your mouth had already perfected.

gleefully imagining how the rest of the night was going to play out, mason skipped up the stairs to your shared bedroom to store away his clothing, his smile only growing when he heard you follow close behind.

shuffling into the bedroom, you were sure to keep a healthy but comfortable distance between the two of you.

you knew mason was absolutely loving the thought of this storm occurring and you finally having to talk to him.

you thought of any other possible resolutions that could keep your anxiety about the storm at bay, however you came up empty handed.

taking a stroll down memory lane, you remembered back to the actions that kept your mind preoccupied as the storm traveled through, you couldn’t help but to bite your lip as you suppress a moan.

you would never tell him, but you were equally touch deprived as him. you thought with the silent treatment you could’ve at least remained stabled with the help of your vibrator, but mason had caught wind of you pleasuring yourself one night and took it upon himself to hide it.

you had torn the bedroom apart looking for it as he smugly watched you while brushing his teeth, if he wasn’t able to enjoy a proper orgasm, neither were you.

mind snapping back to reality when you heard yet another gust of wind against the house, you began to feel yourself panic. you wanted to keep up the silence between the two of you, you needed to teach him a lesson about his careless flirting but the way your heart had begun to pick up speed, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to wave the white flag just for tonight.

“mase.” you whispered, eyes beginning to roll when he pretended as if he didn’t hear you.

“mason.” you spoke sterner, causing the golden boy to act clueless as he looked up from the dresser drawer “the storm.” you gestured outside, as if he didn’t notice the heavy rain and gusting winds.

before he could deliver a smart ass comment, the lights had flickered off as the boom of thunder hit.

jumping slightly and letting out a small scream, mason was quick in approaching your side and engulfing you into his arms.

“hey, it’s okay. im right here.” he spoke softly into your hair, rubbing small circles into the bottom of your back. “i’m right here.”

to say you didn’t miss his embrace would be a lie, you had missed that more than anything. mason had always been an amazing at comforting people, as if his arms alone diminished any sense of worry that ran through your body.

tugging you closer into him, mason began to make way towards the bed, sitting down on the edge as he pulled you to stand between his spreaded legs, rubbing your arms.

“everything is going to be okay, the weatherman said it should subside in the next hour or two.”

how in the world were you suppose to keep your mind off the raging storm for the next two hours?

it was as if mason read your mind as his fingers began to stroke back and forth on your exposed legs before settling on your ass where he gave it a firm squeeze.

you wanted to protest, you wanted to tell him that he was out of his mind if he thought you were going to let him shag you and he hasn’t even apologized for his behavior yet.

keyword there being wanted.

your mouth betrayed you as you let out a breathy moan that mason took as confirmation to continue his journey on exploring your body, grasping you from behind your thighs as he pulled you into the position of straddling him.

mason began placing delicate kisses alongside your neck, sucking the skin occasionally as he grinded his hard on up into your clothed heat, body aching for some type of relief.

separating his lips from your neck, he tugged lightly at the bottom of your shirt, signaling to you that he wanted it off. sitting up straight, you slowly disposed of your garment. your eyes never broke contact with him as he stared at you as if you were prey.

hungrily looking at your bare chest, mason thought about how much he had missed the sight of them. leaving little to his imagination as you had opted out of wearing a bra around the house these past few days. wanting to rile him up as he took note of how your nipples pierced through due to the ac that blasted through the house.

pulling you back into him, his mouth was eager to indulge in your now newly uncovered nipple that hung over him, sucking on the flesh as his hands traveled back down to your body, squeezing your ass harder than before when he heard your seductive moans grace his ears.

“oh i have missed this, baby girl.” mason moaned out as you grinded harder into him, causing a gasp to escape. lips connecting to his, you muted his moans. soft lips colliding together while your tongues fought for dominance as they explored each other's mouths, making up for lost time.

breaking the kiss, you fisted a handful of his shirt upwards so you could begin giving him open mouthed love bites down his chest to his low abdomen, painfullying going slow when making your way down to where mason needed you the most.

fingers finding refuge on the waistband of his sweats, you began to pull them down, springing free his red aching erection that was leaking precum.

mason stifled a moan at the relief from the confined pants, hands collecting your hair as you took him into your mouth, submerging as much of him as you can.

damn, his hand was nothing compared to your tongue.

bopping at a rapid pace up and down his length, mason’s spare hand gripped the bed sheets beside him, holding himself back from ejaculating. wanting to feel himself inside you before he disbursed his seed.

“just like that babygirl, you’re doing such a good job.” he praised you breathlessly, eyes shut tight as he zoned in on the feeling of your wet mouth around his deprived member, bucking his hips up when he heard you gag lightly.

“god, baby. you don’t know how much i missed that pretty mouth of yours.”

watching him through your eyelashes, mason was a whimpering mess; he could’ve died right there and been a happy man just by how your mouth was working him.

feeling his climax approach as his breathing became irregular, drool started to exit the corners of your mouth as you picked up the pace, wanting his sweet moans to fill the air as he released.

“thank god for the storm, it caused for my babygirl to stop being a brat.”

he heard the loud pop first before he realized the lack of warmth around his member, opening his eyes, he was met with you hurriedly getting off of your knees and picking up your discarded shirt.

“y/n, baby, what are you doing?” his face was flushed as he sat up, hair sticking in different direction as he tried to grab ahold of you before you left the room.

“i’m not a fucking brat, mount.” you spoke, tugging your shirt back over your head as you stomped off and exited into the bathroom.

hearing the shower turn on, mason frustratedly hit the mattress before his hands covered his face as he let out a groan. he was going to have to finish the job yet again.

pumping himself slowly, trying to regain the sensation.

he thought the silent treatment was done, he thought that after you were submissive to his touches he was out of the doghouse.

he thought that after nine long painful days, he was finally going to be able to get his dick probably wet.

yet, you had declined him an orgasm, running off as soon as he called you that word again.

"fucking brat." mason whispered to himself, stopping his hand movements altogether, accepting the fact that he wasn't going to find relief anytime soon.

laying down in bed, he realized he had enough.

he was tired of your attitude, the way you would walk around the house in little to nothing taunting him.

he was tired of having to sleep with a stupid pillow wall between the two of you, one that you had made so he wouldn't be able to properly cuddle you, let alone touch you.

he was tired.

collecting his sweatpants that were pooled at his ankles, mason started his journey towards the bathroom where you seaked shelter from him.

as far as he was concerned, this little game you two were playing was about to be over.

part three

a/n: mason just can't keep that mouth shut, smh. i hope you guys enjoyed it! part three will be posted sometime this weekend!

#mason mount fanfic #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount

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cringeclown · 4 months

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Two of my Build-a-Bears I've made into OCs, Pepper and Calliope! 🌶️🐸 These two are rivals, always butting heads - but they're always together anyways. Wonder what that's about?

I'll include a picture of their IRL plushie versions under the cut!!

Please click for higher quality! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated! ♡

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Pepper is a customized Devilishly Cute bear and Calliope is a Spring Green Frog!

#digital art #artists on tumblr #original character #my art #character design #safe fur work #original characters #plushfur #build a bear #bab #objectum #posic #plushum #< these are my object partners ^_^

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milkbobatyun · 23 days

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let you break my heart again

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff (if u squint really closely), bsf to more than friends to strangers, school au, right person, wrong time (sort of?), miscommunication (-ish?)

summary: in which you and taehyun are childhood friends, but as you grow older, some things make you think that you're more than friends. yet, the universe and fate love to play cruel games on you.

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is my first time writing on tumblr and i did this instead of studying for my legal test (°ー°〃) this whole piece imo is a hot mess, but it was inspired by real life so this is in a way, a sort of speical thing to write. to the person that made me feel this way, thank u for giving me inspo for this. and also thank u to my faithful quality checker @yeonjunsfox, dude you had to read through this thing like sm times (｡ŏ_ŏ)

i. prologue

she could remember it clearly. it was a sticky summer day. it would have been perfect, blue sky for miles and fluffy clouds nowhere to be seen, if not for the fact that the sun was baking down onto the earth and causing sweat to come pouring down her back, yet this was not enough to deter her from hosting a teddy bear picnic in her front yard, plastic cups clinking against the pink and white plastic plates that came with it. but, as a five-year-old child, her attention span was short, playing with the teddies for an hour was already a feat in itself, yn wanted more. she wanted adventure.

just as she thought that, she caught sight of a white moving van rolling up to the newly-purchased house beside her house. in her childish excitement, she quickly stood up, almost tripping over herself in excitement, before she politely dusted her hands on her little yellow sundress, peeking on her tiptoes to see over the fence. to her surprise, she came eye to eye with a smiling little boy, round boba eyes bright with wonder and anticipation.

“hi! i’m taehyun! i’m…” the little boy paused, before he pulled out his hands and started counting. “i’m five!” taehyun held up five fingers in delight. ecstatic that she had someone else to play with, yn and taehyun became fast friends.

ii. when we were kids

throughout their younger school years, they had always been in the same class and their friendship grew stronger, until they were each other’s best friends. now, they had just begun their first year of middle school. with the process of growing up, their dynamic also changed. maybe it came with the arrival of adolescence, but their relationship, something, was different and yn couldn’t put her finger on it.

sure, as children they would hold hands, especially when yn was nervous. often, taehyun would tease her about how she was a ‘scaredy-cat’, but would secretly love the way that she would shy away, into his back. he often boasted about how he was her knight in shining armour and she was his princess. as children, when they were leaving a play date, one or the other would often give a cute little kiss on the other’s squishy cheek to bid them fair well. yn could remember so clearly, the cooing noises their mothers would make, seeing that interaction. in fact, they loved it so much that both mothers had matching framed photos on their living room mantelpiece of a secret photo they snuck.

but now, it was different. there were more fleeting touches, possessive holds, namely from a devilishly handsome teenage taehyun. sometimes, he would sneak up from behind her, while she was grabbing things from her locker, and his arms would circle her waist, before he lifted her into the air, with her legs kicking. other times, he would be more sensible, wrapping his arms around her from behind before leaving his quote-on-quote “stupid, heavy head” on her shoulder. what taehyun didn’t know was how hard yn would try to suppress her smile when his hair tickled her neck.

most of the time though, yn could curse his stupid height. now that he was taller than her, he would often rub it in by petting her head, before using those stupidly long legs to run away from her. goddamn it, why did god give him such spidery long legs! doesn’t he know how tiring it is to run after him every day just to get her revenge?

being the school heartthrob’s best friend was hard, many times a day would yn be stopped in the hallways by girls and guys alike, asking her if she could pass this on to taehyun, pass that message on to him, or answer such questions about taehyun’s hobbies. more often than not, she would diligently pass the message on to taehyun, not without a tone of teasing mockery, on their walks home together. those were the best times, when the setting sun was the only witness to their banter, as they zig-zagged across the path leading to their homes, playful shoving accompanied by sarcastic jokes and digs, a secret language created by the two of them.

iii. still you take up all my mind

the second year of middle school was no different. taehyun and yn were still attached to the hip, they were barely anywhere without each other, supporting each other both in public and private. they were each other’s comfort.

yn could remember as clearly as yesterday, when they were both in some stupid lecture, where the lecturer had jokingly said that if they got bored, they could sleep through it. excited at this rare opportunity to sleep through a WHOLE lecture, taehyun immediately turned to yn. he knew that in the past week, she hadn’t been sleeping well. who would, if they had 5 assignments to hand in, back to back in the past 3 days?

he wordlessly offered her his shoulder to lean on and without missing a beat, yn immediately took the offer, resting her head on his shoulder. what surprised her though, was the added weight she felt when taehyun leaned his head and rested it on top of hers. this feeling was foreign, but it made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside and so, they slept peacefully through the whole lecture, heads resting together, hands almost touching on the shared armrest.

iv. im just trying to understand

she doesn’t remember when it started happening, but slowly, their fleeting touches and linked pinkies during their walks together began to make her feel something more. it ignited a flame and sparks of electricity when their skin made contact. those warm, comforting back hugs made her heart do somersaults and butterflies spawn in her stomach, tickling her insides with their fluttering wings.

she didn’t take notice of it, until a friend of hers mentioned in passing, “hey, have you ever wondered if taehyun liked you? he’s always attached to you, almost acting like a boyfriend.” initially, yn dismissed her friend’s claims with a nonchalant shake of her head and a laugh, thinking that the notion was hilarious and she was so funny for mentioning something like this.

that afternoon, while taehyun and yn were walking home, taehyun subconsciously reached out his hand, linking his pinkie with hers. this sudden contact sent a sparkle of shock up yn’s arm and her heart jumped in her chest. hell, she was so surprised she almost jumped off the sidewalk into oncoming traffic. that was when her friend’s words crept back into her mind again.

‘does taehyun like me? or are we just friends?’

she thought long and hard. did other people’s best friends bring them their favourite snack when they felt down? did their best friend try their hardest at rigged arcade games to win them the plushie they had wanted? did their best friend always leave the sweetest notes in their locker before exam season? did other people also call their best friends until late at night, talking about everything and nothing at the same time? or was that what a boyfriend did?

those ideas wormed their way into her brain, warmth blooming across her cheeks. it spread like a virus, before that was all she could think about the whole walk home.

when she got home, she flopped onto her bed, burying her face into the nearest plushie and, with a silent apology for the abuse her plush was about to suffer, she let out a muffled scream.

this was too hard. romance was too hard, how did the people in the books she read and in her school manage? did they also face the same predicament she was in? did they also have a more than 10-year friendship on the line like her?

sighing, yn stood back up, smoothing out her hair, her mind set on getting her homework for the day done, just so she could keep her brain occupied with useless information that she most likely wouldn’t need later in life, rather than the handsome, lovable, sarcastic boy who was her best friend and lived next door to her.

she should’ve known her efforts would’ve been futile. during class, her eyes would wander to stare at the sculpture of art that was taehyun’s face, sitting next to her. her hands drew restless doodles and her thoughts were plagued with the possibility that maybe, just maybe this boy, her best friend, would like her.

these thoughts haunted her day and night, resurfacing at the times she least expected. they sprung up in her mind every time she felt his arms wrap around her waist. the contact that used to bring her so much comfort and warmth now only brought about unwanted thoughts of doubt and confusion, causing her to dread the familiar weight of those arms and attempts were made to worm her way out of the long limbs that entrapped her.

taehyun first noticed how strange his best friend was acting when she almost threw herself onto the road from the mere contact of their pinkies touching. initially, he brushed it off as his overreaction, after all, they had done this often enough that she should’ve been used to it. but as time went on, he began to doubt what he called, his ‘ynnie instincts’. things just weren’t right, somehow everything he did warranted a very strange and out-of-sorts reaction from his most beloved best friend.

did he do something wrong? was he making her uncomfortable?

these thoughts plagued his mind, day and night, while he was doing homework, eating dinner, anything. his thoughts always drifted to her. her face, her favourite food, her comfort characters, everything they’d done together, he had everything memorised. so what had he done to make her react in such a way towards him? he thought, he pondered, he wondered, but nothing clear came to mind.

v. what i am to you

the warm summer days came and went, so too did the autumn days, and then the winter days before spring finally arrived. along with the changing of the seasons, taehyun and yn’s relationship also changed.

it was like a huge chasm had opened up between them. the pair, who once spoke about everything together, now barely talked to each other. after the break, yn had had the time to think things through and she finally found some answers for herself. yes, she did like her best friend. but did he feel the same way? that question, she left unanswered. as for taehyun, he was still in the dark about what rendered such actions from his closest friend.

in an attempt to restore their friendship, yn would seek out taehyun after classes ended, in hopes that they could rekindle their friendship, yet every time she looked for him in the corridors, he was with his new friends that he had made. frankly, they were intimidating, especially the one kid with dimples, who was super tall.

so, as any intimidated person would do, she avoided their group at all costs, but after school, she would often text taehyun or share some funny videos she saw online. however, as time went on, the replies she got were more distant, and disinterested. sometimes, she dared let herself hope, sending over a cheesy little pickup line, hoping he would take the hint and make the first move, or at least drop a hint.

one time, she took a plunge into the deep end, sending a maths pickup line. after thinking about it for a while, she followed the video with ‘hahaha jk (unless?)’. in the end, she was once again left disappointed, with his stupid, stupid, logical reply of how ‘u’ and ‘i’ were used in maths, just for something else. for once, the conversation bounced back and forth between the two of them, until taehyun left her on read and never replied.

he was conflicted. did she like him the same way he liked her? those videos that she would send and the follow-up message of how they reminded her of him suggested one possibility, yet her responses when she noticed he was within a 50-meter radius of him suggested otherwise.

god, girls were confusing.

so of course, taehyun did something that, thinking back, was so stupid. he messaged one of the girls who had yn pass on her phone number to him.

they began talking more often, but every time taehyun saw her name flash across his screen, he didn’t feel that familiar spark of anticipation, of excitement. he felt nothing. yet every time his phone vibrated with a new notification from her, his ynnie, he felt fireworks explode in his heart. at the same time, he tried to stamp out these feelings.

“she doesn’t feel the same way” echoed like a mantra in his head. maybe if he told himself that enough times, he would believe it.

maybe talking to another girl wasn’t the best idea, or at least, telling your loud-mouth friends wasn’t the best idea. not even 2 periods had passed since taehyun had told his friend, beomgyu that he was talking to another girl, that at least half the year level knew about this new girl.

yn was only walking past a group of friends huddled together when she caught wind of what they were talking about.

“have you heard? taehyun’s talking to another girl!” one girl stage-whispered. there was a collective gasp. “no way! i thought him and yn were a thing?” another girl gossiped. “haven’t you seen the way taehyun and yn would act? i would’ve thought they were practically in love with each other.” a guy countered. “no way taehyun is talking with a different girl right?”

vi. if only you knew

in a final attempt to save their failing friendship, yn sent taehyun a long message after she got back from school that day. she poured her heart and soul into her message, deleting things and editing it over and over again in her notes app, until she was finally happy with her message. she included how she hoped their friendship could continue, she enjoyed all the moments they shared. maybe they could talk more? the message also eluded to something more, courtesy of her friend, who cheered her on over text to say that.

taking a deep breath, she sent it.

like a woman possessed, yn checked her phone every couple of minutes. while she was doing homework. right after she finished dinner. she flipped her phone after every episode of the kdrama she was watching finished. yet to her dismay, he hadn’t even read her message.

late that night, while she was preparing to head to bed, her phone vibrated, from on her bedside table. her ears pricked up at the sound of the familiar vibration, her heart soaring in her chest when she saw the contact name.

‘tyunnie sent one new message!’

clicking open the message, she felt her heart plummet.

two sentences. it only took two sentences to completely shatter her heart.

‘hey, i saw your message, i hope we can continue being friends too, but as you’ve probably heard, im currently talking to another girl. i hope you understand.”

vii. pretend that we're more than friends

no matter how much effort she put into maintaining their friendship, taehyun’s delayed replies for days and weeks exhausted her. she told herself, it was because of this new girl. she wasn’t envious of her. all she wanted was the best for him and maybe, she wasn’t enough.

after staring mindlessly at her black phone screen, waiting, hoping for a reply, she finally gave up. with a sigh, she turned over her phone, before resting her head on her desk. maybe she should stop getting her hopes up again.

maybe that’s all they’ll be, once best friends, now they were…whatever they were now.

despite all that, she hoped and dreamed that one day, someday, she’ll stop falling in love with her best friend. maybe one day, he would find the one for himself, but until then, she would allow herself to have a bit of hope maybe, pretending in her mind that they were still friends or maybe more than friends, the blurred line between friends and something more.

maybe still, he would be the person she sought out when she entered a classroom or was lost in the crowded hallway, even if all she would ever see was the back of his head. that was enough for her. when the time comes that he finds the one for him, she would happily let him break her heart once again.

in the end, taehyun and the girl had split up. the girl realised her true feelings, while taehyun finally came to terms with his love for his best friend. little did she know that every time she turned away, his longing eyes would search for her familiar silhouette in the crowd, hoping she would turn around and catch his eye.

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I'm thinking about something...or rather...someone.

Just a few sketches...

—Y-your highn- I mean, sir Link...—the man with long hair looks up, observing his figure as he nervously clasps both hands in front of him—D-do you... need any help?

Oh, no, thank you. I'm fine here—you glance at the container filled with food that the boy is preparing, witnessing the skills of the so-called "Link Chef" or just "Chef" or even "Wild Hero" as the group calls him, working on the group's meal.

You feel lost and, above all, guilty for not being able to help at all, even though you don't really know these guys well, and this isn't your land.

—Alright...—you walk away a bit quickly, heading to the corner where the group's temporary camp would be, the group you feel disconnected from, despite being a hero, technically.

Watching everyone chatting and even joking and laughing with each other, while you remain in the corner, waiting to be somehow useful.

Looking at where the chef is, you notice many cooking items he has with him, perhaps things that you don't even know what they are, much like how did you get here? Or, what world is this?

—So, what about it?—you say challengingly while flexing your fingers, looking at the boy in the blue scarf, your arm positioned for an arm wrestling match.

—Afraid of losing?—you devilishly smile beneath a seemingly gentle gaze.

The boy just sighs before smiling challengingly, raising his arm and clasping yours.

—I bet I'll win!

"You got this, War!" shouted the newest group member, watching the scene unfold and the arm wrestling match begin. Though it didn't mean much when you had already won.

—Ah, now it's my turn!—Twilight says, tapping War's shoulder, smiling confidently, thinking he might have a chance, especially after all he's been through.

But it was a surprise for everyone, including Twilight, when you held his arm on the table for a while without even giving him a chance to try.

—I told you!—you smile again as you watch the boy shake his hand.

—Dude, you lost to a woman!—War says, playfully hitting Twilight's shoulder—Look who's talking!

—f.fou--..muhpmm?!?!—surprised at being interrupted when the blacksmith boy decides to make you stay quiet, kissing you, while holding the back of your neck, so you don't stray. It wasn't enough that you arrived at the time he separated but also being extremely adorable. You tried to push the boy, but he held you tight, if that wasn't enough, you felt something wet enter your mouth, it was at that moment that your face was redder than ever, this boy not only stole your first kiss but also your first French kiss.

-fuck! How did we let this happen!

-I don't know! But…

. —oh man! she's so cute, I can't help it! —I think I want to stay longer….

—we want…! It had been a few minutes since you stopped pushing, you didn't know why, but you liked the feeling, he was warm, and for some reason, it was actually good, except for the part where you saw 4 people just like the blacksmith, but you were already forgetting, how could you think about that when the boy in front of you felt the need to take you right there, to make you stutter, and not bear it any longer until you forgot what you saw, until you could no longer bear the pain in your pants , he wants to take her Right there, they want to, and maybe that happens, maybe that way you keep secrets, maybe you like being fucked by all of them. And then, you can go out on a date, maybe even be together, he wants that so much.

Just a fanfic prototype that might come out, if you like it maybe I'll turn it into a fanfic.

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writemekpop · 2 years

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Teenage Dream | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Summary: Your best friend Haechan refuses to tell you the name of his crush. What’s the big secret?

Genre: Friends to lovers AU

Word Count: 0.7k

Gif: @haechantaeil

“What are you doing lying out here?”

Haechan was lying on the concrete of the school playground, staring longingly up at the sky. The brown skin of his stomach peeked out from his untucked shirt. Your heart raced at the sight.

Haechan turned his head towards you, gazing up at you with deep brown eyes shining hazel in the warm afternoon sun. He let out a dramatic sigh.

“I have a disease… called love,” he said, wiping his brow melodramatically. “And I’m so lovesick that I simply can’t get up off the floor.”

You gulped. “Who are you in love with?” Could it be…? You didn’t dare let yourself dream. Haechan had been your best friend for four years, if something was going to happen between you, it would have already happened.

Haechan patted the concrete beside him. “Sit. I’ll tell you all about her.”

You sat down cross-legged on the floor beside him.

“Well…” Haechan began. “She’s clever and kind.”

You nodded. That could be just about anyone.

“She’s pretty too… she’s got this short haircut which she thinks makes her look badass, but I think it makes her look cute.”

You touched the ends of your spiky short hair, heart pounding.

Haechan went on. “And I love how passionate she gets about astronomy. I mean… that girl can talk about comets non stop.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You were the founder and the sole member of the Clayton High School astronomy club. He had to be talking about you… right?

“Haechan, I think I know what you’re trying to say.” You touched his arm lightly.

Haechan smirked devilishly. “You got me. It’s your big sister, Mindy. Think ya could put in a good word for me?”

Your jaw dropped open.

Of course. That’s the reason why Haechan became your friend, why he’d always come over after school when Mindy was around. It wasn’t you he wanted, it was your super cool, captain of the swim team, physics major sister. You wished the pavement would swallow you whole.

You bit your lip and pushed yourself up to standing. “Y-yeah, sure, whatever. See you around.”

Before Haechan could say anything, you stormed off across the playground, hiding your flaming cheeks with your hands. You couldn’t bear the humiliation.

“Wait!”

You stopped in your tracks.

You turned around to see Haechan running after you. He stopped in front of you, gripping his side, panting heavily. “Has anyone told you that you walk freakishly fast? God, woman, I’m dying here!”

You crossed your arms. “What do you want, Lee Haechan?”

Haechan smiled bashfully. “I’m sorry, that was not how I wanted things to go.” He bit his pink lip. “When I’m around you, I just- get so flustered, nothing comes out right.” Wearing a heart-breaking smile, he met your eye. “It’s you who I like, Y/n, not your sister. You.”

You sniffed. “Really? I don’t believe you.”

No one ever liked you. You were kind of pretty, if you squinted - but next to your sister’s angelic beauty, you might as well be invisible. When she walked into the room, you’d just… disappear.

Haechan stepped towards you and cupped your face in his hands. Your heart jumped into overdrive. This couldn’t be happening. This was a million times better than your dreams. His hands, so gentle, couldn’t be touching you. His perfect face was so close… you could see his faint brown freckles… you could even smell the citrus laundry softener he refused to admit he used.

“Haechan, what are you-“

Haechan pressed his mouth onto yours, cutting you off. The kiss was sweet, like cotton candy on the pier. You could taste his bubble gum chapstick, and his tongue felt like heaven. After a few moments, he pulled away.

“Now do you believe me?” he said, cheeks flushed.

You smiled in awe, stroking the outline of his face, relishing his soft hair. You couldn’t quite believe he was yours.

“Hmm… I’m not convinced. I think you might have to kiss me again,” you said. “Just to be sure.”

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