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borathae · 2 years

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his new era has me out here imagining hobi in even higher and sexier heels can you imagine that, we need more of these photoshoots 😍

Omg don’t give him ideas 🥴 I can barely even handle the heels he is wearing 😩 no but, this Hoseok's era istg. First thr smudged eyeliner and nail polish and now leather pants with heels 😩 this man is out to ruin us all 🥴

#asks #sugar petals #hs thirst #thirsty thursday #caro tag #mutuals

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pasteliume · 1 year

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i’ll always think of people much longer than they think of me

#like when is the last time my hs boyfriends thought about me?#probably 2016 #or friends from seattle #or from rexburg #rose petals

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justlemmeadoreyou · 25 days

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harry with a very pregnant y/n-headcanons

-> Harry is the ultimate doting husband when Y/N is pregnant. "Let me get that for you, love," he murmurs, jumping up to fetch her whatever she needs before she can even ask. Y/N tries to protest that she's perfectly capable, but Harry insists on waiting on her hand and foot.

-> He constantly showers her with thoughtful gifts - fresh flower bouquets, her favorite snacks and treats, cozy new maternity outfits. "These are for my two favorite people," Harry says softly, cupping her bump as he presents the offerings. Anything to make his wife feel cherished and appreciated.

-> Harry can't get enough of cradling Y/N's bump and talking or singing softly to their unborn baby. He lies with his head in her lap for hours, utterly enamored as he watches her belly ripple with kicks. "Strong one, just like your mum," he chuckles.

-> Harry is in a perpetual state of awe and wonder throughout y/n's pregnancy. He spends hours just watching her, mesmerized by the way her body is changing and nurturing their child. "You're so incredible, you know that?" he murmurs, reverently tracing the outline of her growing belly.

-> When Y/N is feeling achy and sore, Harry draws her a steamy bath filled with fragrant rose petals and flickering candles. "This is your night to relax, my love," he murmurs, gently massaging her feet and lower back after she soaks.

-> Since Y/N tires easily, Harry cheerfully takes over all the cooking duties. "What's my pregnant queen craving tonight?" he asks with a wink, happily whipping up even the most bizarre food combinations her hormones demand.

-> When y/n's ankles start swelling, Harry insists on giving her regular foot massages. He's gentle and attentive, working out the tension in her muscles with skilled, nimble fingers. "Just relax, love. Let me take care of you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her ankle.

-> With nesting instincts in full force, Y/N can't stop buying things for the baby. Harry comes home to find she's purchased hundreds of newborn onesies. "Erm…I may have gone a bit overboard," she admits sheepishly.

-> He sneaks out to buy an entire nursery's worth of plush stuffed animals after seeing how Y/N's face lights up around them. When she wanders into the newly-decorated room, she bursts into happy tears. "For our little one," Harry says gruffly.

-> In Y/N's final weeks, Harry refuses to leave her side, terrified of missing the birth of their child. "Please, let me just sleep on the floor tonight," he begs, not wanting to be separated for even a moment. His overprotective hovering is both endearing and exasperating.

-> The pure, unguarded adoration in Harry's eyes whenever he looks at his pregnant wife is enough to make anyone swoon. "You're the most incredible, strong, beautiful woman," he tells her often, cradling her face tenderly.

-> After the baby's arrival, Harry dotes on Y/N even more - keeping the house tidy, ensuring she's rested and well-fed, while also being the most loving, smitten new father. "I've got you both," he murmurs, pressing kisses to her temple and the baby's downy head. "Always."

♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡

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evermoresversion · 25 days

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ㅤㅤ♡⃕ ﹙falling for you, conrad fisher. chapter three.﹚

PAIRING Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Established relationship, fluff, marriage proposal, mention of pregnancy.

SUMMARY After everything you've been through, you and Conrad decide the future of your relationship.

SONG Paper Rings by Taylor Swift.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | CONRAD'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST | SERIES' MASTERLIST

"Where we go?" you asked Conrad as he guided you somewhere on the beach while you had your eyes covered with a blindfold.

It had been at least two years since what happened with Belly.

"Just wait a little bit." you could hear the smile on his lips and there was a moment where he let go of you.

"Connie?" you asked with a bit of worry but it dissipated when you heard his voice again.

"I'm here, hon." You waited until he gave the next instruction. "Walk a couple of steps forward."

"I'm not going to fall, am I?" you heard him let out a soft laugh.

"No, love, trust me."

You sighed and did as he asked, thus coming across his body, from which you took his forearms with your hands so as not to fall.

"I got you, I got you." he assured. "Take off the blindfold."

Once again you obeyed him and blinked several times to get used to the sudden change in light while Conrad adjusted your hair that had been messed up.

Once you could see clearly a big smile formed on your lips.

"We are in...?" You asked, looking into his eyes and observing a shine in them that you were sure was the same in yours.

"Yes, we are in the same place where..."

"We kissed for the first time." You both said in unison while you watched the beach and he admired you.

"Yeah." he smiled.

"This part of the beach is even prettier at night." you mentioned and your gaze finally landed on Conrad and he looked at you with love and adoration. Despite so much time together, he still managed to make you nervous.

"I thought about making dinner for you but everything would probably have burned, so I might as well pass on that option." He mentioned with a sly smile of embarrassment and you smiled, caressing the back of his hand with your thumb.

"It's perfect anyway." You murmured, observing everything in detail. "Did you decorate it yourself?"

"Yeah, yeah," he scratched the back of his neck, looking at everything as well and then at you. "Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding me? I love it. I love the vintage lights and the detail of the petals. Thanks, Connie." You smiled gratefully and he leaned down to peck your lips.

"Everything to see you happy."

Your attention was diverted to one of the nearby trees, some photos were hanging on it. You approached to see it up close and sure enough, they were photos of both of you.

"Connie this is beautiful..." as you turned to look at him, he was kneeling on one knee in front of you, holding the most beautiful ring you had ever seen in your life.

"y/n, we have been through so much together that I think we deserve a happy ending, I wanna teach you how forever feels like, I want to wake up with you every morning, spend the rest of my life with you and grow old together. You are everything I was looking for and I finally found it, so I won't let you go, I will take care of your heart as the most precious thing I have, you are everything to me. Do you want to marry me?"

Some tears threatened to come out of your eyes and a look of panic appeared on Conrad's face at your silence, but he sighed in relief the moment you began to nod effusively.

"Yes! Of course I want to marry you." Conrad got up from the ground, gently took your hand, put the ring on your finger, kissing your hand and took your face to kiss you lovingly.

"We're going to be very happy, you won't regret it." He murmured against your lips and you kissed him again excitedly.

At that moment you didn't need anything more than each other.

Deep down you have never needed it.

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yoisami · 10 months

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˚₊‧୨୧ I'LL GIVE YOU ALL MY LIFE, MY SEASONS...

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: a piece that i wanted to write for wave to earth's seasons. it's a beautiful song pls-

tags. various bllk x gn!reader, fluff, 1076 wc, messy writing -> not proofread, kaiser not in hs but let’s pretend he is :D

春; spring —

amidst the falling petals from cherry blossoms and the beginning of fleeting first loves, there's a secret between you and him that remains unspoken — you both like each other. it's undeniable — you're both head over heels into each other, but neither of you have been brave enough to step into that territory that could cost you your year-long friendship.

and today, he invited you to take a stroll around the park where the shower of petals would be. just as he predicted, you're instantly infatuated with the sight, gasping and captivated at the beauty of it all while he's standing with you, struggling to calm down his heart that's drumming against his ribcage so so aggressively. the flowers' sweetness permeated through the air, and he's left speechless when you subconsciously grabbed his hand, pulling him closer to the flowering trees.

you don't realise what how bold your action was until you looked at your hand in his. your face is burning, and as a distraction from what just happened, you sheepishly pulled out your phone, nervously taking photos of the flowers because you're so aware of the blush that's blossoming across your cheeks and ears.

and while you're capturing the pretty sight with the phone camera, he's still trying to process just how perfect your hand fit in his. he's certain that he wants this memory to stay with him forever - he wants to remember the way your lips curved upward when you thanked him for suggesting this unplanned hangout, and he definitely wants to remember the way that you looked at him — as if he meant something more than a friend to you.

— KUNIGAMI, nagi, kurona, NESS, HIORI (blue lock) ; SUGAWARA, yamaguchi, OIKAWA, kenma (haikyuu)

夏; summer —

in a hushed voice, he knocked on the shoji door as he loudly whispered your name, impatiently waiting for you to welcome him into the room you and your friends shared for the trip. there's an eager smile on his face when you opened the door for him, but you placed your index finger against your lips, reminding him to stay silent before he tiptoed his way inside and making a beeline to the doors that kept crickets from inviting themselves into the interior.

you were hesitant about a romantic rendezvous that he proposed to you at dinner time — getting caught could potentially result in you and your boyfriend getting kicked out of the premises for the the remainder of the school trip. he managed to talk you into it though, and things were going according to his plan: your friends are all asleep, and the teachers have returned to their rooms too.

you took a seat beside him out on the deck, and naturally, your hands slipped into his. he hummed contently to the breeze that the summer night has granted you two, and your head fell to his shoulder as you talked about all the best moments of your day. and he listened, like he always does, and what he promises to also do in the future. you're a bit of a pessimist — you often think he's joking, or he's simply exaggerating, but he swears since the day you both acknowledged your feelings for each other, his heart started beating only for you.

— BACHIRA, kaiser, gagamaru, ZANTETSU (blue lock) ; hinata, tanaka, NISHINOYA, KUROO, bokuto, ATSUMU (haikyuu)

秋; autumn —

the heat of summer has dissipated for the year, and he's indulging in the coolness of tonight's breath. he has your scarf draped over his arm as he's following you along the beach, and you suddenly paused. he doesn't pay much attention to how soft the sand is when you're reaching out your hand to him. perhaps autumn was not the best time to be visiting the beach (especially at night), but the sight was worth it — even if you you shivering from time to time, and he'd respond to trembling body by rubbing your hands against his to warm you up.

the salty waves crashed and the noise made by driving cars on the nearby road is loud, but he's too focused on you, and he's easily persuaded that the moonlight is the best at illuminating how beautiful your delicate features are.

and you're standing beside him, silently admiring the blanket of stars above you. while you think that the sky above is a sight for sore eyes, he tells you that you're the sight for sore eyes here. he knows it's sappy, but he's just "telling you the truth", he says.

his heart rate accelerated when your loving gaze returned to him again. with a smile, he leaned into your ear, muttering sweet nothings in hopes that your heart is beating just as fast as his. but he doesn't need to hope, because he's the reason why your face has been feeling so warm lately; he's the reason why you're failing to pay attention to the professor in your lectures; and he's the reason why your heart ached when he wasn't around. your breath hitched when his arm encircled your waist, and he guided you into his vicinity as he slowly pulls you into a fervorous kiss that now marks the first time he's proclaimed his love to you.

— ISAGI, REO, sae, yukimiya (blue lock) ; kageyama, DAICHI, iwaizumi, akaashi, ushijima (haikyuu)

冬; winter —

snow was on its way to japan, and your hands that remained cold through each season of the year were currently being kept warm by his warm ones. his hands are threaded through yours as you browsed through each shop in shibuya that peaked your interest. keeping your intertwined hands in the pocket of his coat, he's diligently following you into each store, watching you beam at the little trinkets on the shelves. when you left the store with him, he noticed how your nose has become pink from the cold, and almost instantly does he remove his scarf from his neck to wrap it around yours. there's a tender smile on his lips when he watched how adorably your eyes widened at his chivalrous act.

while your eyes shyly averted from his direction, he tilts your chin up in a swift singular motion, leaving you with no choice but to look up at his eyes that had so much love hiding behind the dilated pupils. there's a bunch of feelings stirring in your stomach — you're giddy, exhilarated, embarrassed, and he doesn't let you shy away from his touch. shibuya was constantly bustling with people, but in that moment, they were all blurring into the distance when he pressed a feather-like kiss on your hand, promising that he'll keep you warm for as long as he's able to.

— CHIGIRI, rin, otoya (blue lock) ; tsukishima, SEMI, sakusa, OSAMU, SUNA (haikyuu)

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glystenangel · 10 months

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can i request a yuji x megumi fic inspired by Strawberries & Cigarettes - Troye Sivan pls🥹? megumi being the one coming up to yuji asking to light his cig? fluff, romance, PG, no curses

Strawberries & Cigarettes🍓🚬

Strawberry!Yuji Itadori x Cigarette!Megumi Fushigurou

summary/tags/warnings: everything in the ask, yuji and gumi are hs seniors (so 18), slightly ooc bc i am a firm believer that gumi inherited some suaveness from toji, also megumi has green eyes here bc i like his manga color palette better, short and sweet, kissing, also most of what's mentioned in the song bc i luv that song too, smoking obvs

thank you for requesting and i hope u enjoy<333

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“Hey, you got a light?”

At first, Yuji doesn’t think he heard that right.

“Me?” He points at himself, and the mysterious, raven haired boy in front of him nods.

Yuji had been in his usual thinking spot at the park, the swing set, when he heard the crunch of boot soles on the sand in front of him.

Now, this boy is standing here. He looks to be the same age as Yuji, and the uniform he has on is a pair of crisp navy blue pants with an untucked white button up. He seems a bit taller than Yuji, but it could be because of the slimness of his features. The point of his nose is sharpened at the end of a high nose bridge, and the planes of his pale cheeks and jawline have a delicate edge to them. He also has a sullen yet sharp look to his face, dark and messy locks of hair with matching lengthy eyelashes to frame unreadable green eyes.

Whoever he is, Yuji can only describe the stranger as very pretty.

Suddenly, it might be best to stop staring.

He pretends to search his pockets, and then offers up an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry. I actually don’t smoke.”

The boy looks down at him with no emotion, and Yuji is taken aback yet again by how his eyelashes fan over his cheeks.

He really is one of the most beautiful people Yuji has ever seen.

“Oh, that’s alright. I’ll just go to the convenience store then.”

“Okay.” Yuji says dumbly, unsure of how to respond to that.

The boy walks off without another word, and Yuji watches him go until the top of his head ducks into the convenience store across the street.

After a few minutes of confused silence, Yuji is surprised to see him return and sit down in the swing next to him.

He lights his cigarette with a practiced flick of his fingers, and then turns to Yuji after taking a long drag.

“So,” Tendrils of gray smoke curl around the striking verdant color of his eyes, “What’s your name?”

Yuji hadn’t expected him to come back, let alone converse with him.

He blinks, and then smiles while sheepishly rubbing the backside of his undercut, “Uh, it’s Yuji! Yuji Itadori.”

Delicately balancing the cigarette between his lips, the boy holds out his hand, “Megumi Fushigurou.”

Yuji takes it, trying to ignore the heat creeping up behind his neck from the brief clasp of palms, “Where do you go to school?”

“The high school on the west end of town. I’m a senior.” Megumi juts his head sideways, tapping ash onto the playground sand.

“Ah, okay. Me too! I go to the one over there though.” Yuji points, and Megumi’s eyes flit towards the distant red bricked building at the tip of Yuji’s finger.

“Cool.”

Yuji nods in agreement, and then decides to blurt out a question before the lull in conversation can get too awkward.

“So, why do you come to this park? It’s a bit far.”

“It’s my smoking spot. I used to live in this part of town. Old habits die hard, I guess.” The corner of Megumi’s lip slightly curls up, and then he gestures to Yuji with the end of his cigarette, “You?”

“I just moved here a month ago. I figured this would be a good thinking spot.” He runs a hand through the petal hues of his hair, hoping Megumi doesn't find him stupid for whatever reason.

That’s when Megumi fully grins, and Yuji can’t help but notice how much that small shift in expression makes his heart pound.

“Great minds think alike, don’t they?”

Yuji swallows at the amusement in Megumi’s voice and gathered in the corners of his mouth. How the sun seems to flock to his smile and the spark of happiness in his eyes.

Somehow, he manages to answer.

“Right.”

“So,” Megumi pushes the swing back with his heels, “What exactly do you think about here?”

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As time passes, Yuji keeps staying at the park later and later just to talk with Megumi.

He finds out his birthday is December 22nd, that he has 2 pet dogs, and that he likes to read. Nonfiction, specifically.

There seems to be a lot to find out about Megumi’s habits too.

Yuji notices that he always closes his eyes when he lights his cigarette, able to sense the end of it and the warmth of the flame. When he talks about something he’s really excited about he instinctively looks to the ground, as if he wants the Earth to listen to his passionate exclamations and see the soft joy in his beam. Whenever Yuji buys sugary snacks for them to share, Megumi will insist he doesn’t like sweets, but always picks out the strawberry flavored pieces to eat.

Sometimes, Yuji wonders if Megumi notices similar things about himself. If he piques Megumi’s interest more than the light brush of their cheeks every time they embrace in greeting or when they both laugh way too hard at the stories they tell each other, bonding over rare high school triumphs and pesky lows.

In the quiet lulls throughout his day to day routine, he wonders if Megumi could like him.

Tonight, that train of thought seems to haunt Yuji as they’re pointing out constellations above their heads and avoiding the dim street lights bordering the park by sitting in the grass.

“That cluster looks like a bear.” The stars speckle the emerald in Megumi’s eyes, and Yuji has a hard time tearing his gaze away long enough to acknowledge the celestial formation Megumi is pointing at.

“It totally does! That one kind of looks like two people kissing. Gross.” Yuji gently pushes Megumi’s elbow to another spot in the sky, and Megumi tilts his head as his elbow relaxes against the subtle touch.

“I think it’s nice.” He seems to consider the blanket of stars before him for a moment, “Two people or two boys?”

Megumi lowers his hand, turning to face the utter shock forcing Yuji’s jaw open before he snaps it shut with a nervous bite.

A long silence peppered with the chirp of crickets stretches between them, and Megumi is still staring at Yuji.

He can practically feel the weight of it as Megumi observes the way Yuji stiffens in his seat, all patience and expectations.

Yuji runs the palm of his hand over his mouth and then behind his neck, “Uh-”

“Hey! Curfew ended an hour ago, you boys need to come with me.”

The pair quickly jolt up as a patrol officer walks towards them while wagging a chastising finger, and Yuji gives Megumi a quick glance before grabbing his hand.

“Come on, run!”

He tugs the stunned boy along, adrenaline rushing heat to his skin, especially once Megumi seems to register the instruction and intertwines his fingers with Yuji’s as they pick up speed.

“You kids are in big trouble!” The policeman pants, trying to catch up with them and the static of his radio clicking on.

“Where should we go?” Yuji yells, constantly checking his pace so Megumi doesn’t fall behind.

“Over here!” Megumi shoves Yuji into an alleyway, and the chainlink spread across its middle almost knocks the breath out of him.

“Shit, there’s a fence.” The dark haired boy groans, and Yuji wastes no time chucking his backpack over.

“Come on, we gotta jump it!” Yuji hops up the barrier and clambers over, reaching a hand down to help Megumi and hauling him onto the other side.

Once they’re safely away from the fence, the rushed footsteps of their pursuer race right past their hiding spot, but even then Megumi keeps a finger to his lips as he and Yuji head to the end of the alley. The narrow space opens up behind a bustling cafe, where the distant call of orders and the clang of kitchen utensils offer enough cover to ease their shared panic.

“I think we lost him.”

Before he can help it, Yuji doubles over with laughter at Megumi’s declaration.

“That was a close one!”

“Too close.” Megumi chuckles, breathlessness lacing the rare sound, “That was crazy.”

He takes out a half full box of cigarettes and his lighter out of his pocket, and Yuji springs at the chance.

“Here,” He slides the lighter out of the other boy’s hand and flicks it on, “I got it.”

Megumi gives him an unreadable look, but then automatically closes his eyes and leans towards the lighter being held between them.

Even though the flame is small, it fans over the fine expanse of Megumi’s face, etching dark orange shadow and smoothing light into every defined feature. His cupid’s bow pokes out a bit more when a cigarette rests between his lips, and the glow of fire makes the shape of it nearly irresistible.

Yuji can’t look away, even when Megumi appears to sense him looking and opens his eyes.

Pretty doesn’t even begin to describe Megumi anymore.

The flame disappears with a shaky drop of Yuji’s hand, “Sorry-”

He isn’t sure why he’s apologizing, he just feels like an idiot.

Silence and darkness hang the apology in the air, and Yuji can tell Megumi is inhaling from the dot of burnt scarlet floating in front of his nose.

Blue moonlight is dousing his shoulders and sinking into the midnight ink of his hair.

It’s beautiful.

A few more drags, and then Megumi crushes the embers beneath his shoe.

Yuji feels the pure scrutiny of his stare as Megumi takes his face in his hands and soothes his thumbs back and forth over the olive toned skin just beneath his cheekbones.

His heart is pounding in his chest, and he imagines that it's racing at nothing less than a rate of 60 miles per hour.

Then, Megumi inches even closer, eyes focused and staring only at Yuji’s parted lips.

He can already feel the kiss coming.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

With that sweet reassurance, Yuji melts into the subsequent kiss Megumi carefully presses to his lips.

Immediately, he tastes sugar and smoke rings.

Like every long night and daydream he spent thinking about Megumi, it left Yuji wanting to kiss him forever.

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Later that night, Megumi drives Yuji home and they hold hands as they make their way to his front door.

“I like you.” Yuji says, grinning at the way the tips of Megumi’s ears darken with blush.

Even flustered, he manages an endearing, “I like you too.”

The rest of their walk is quiet with newfound bliss, but once they make it to their destination, Megumi shyly runs his thumb over Yuji’s knuckles.

Yuji smiles at the motion, because Megumi’s flingers are thinner than his and he finds the size difference in their hands too cute for words.

“Is it alright if we kiss again?” Megumi asks, and Yuji nods with butterflies filling his stomach.

“Really? I just smoked, you don’t mind it? I should’ve asked earlier.”

He looks imploringly into the bright copper of Yuji’s eyes, and Yuji shakes his head before running a thumb over the swell of Megumi’s bottom lip.

“I like it. You taste like strawberries and cigarettes.”

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this was cuteeee! thank you for requesting💗❤

I rarely write bl but i do like how this one turned out :) hope you like ty again!!

#yuji x megumi #itafushi #megumi x yuuji #yuuji x megumi #itafushi fic #fushiita #itafushi fluff #itafushi oneshot #jjk oneshot #myfics #yuuji itadori #megumi fushiguro

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cocogrrrl · 10 months

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amaryllis

you have hanahaki disease, and you're trying to find out who it is you like. it couldn't be your best friend, stan, right?

stan x bsf!reader (hs band + hanahaki au) cw: major character death, not necessarily an ed but mentions of struggles with eating, brief mentions of alcoholism wc: 4542

an: this is part of an sp au where different versions of the reader has hanahaki and is in love with the main three! read the other two parts here!

Hanahaki is a disease something that affects many daily. From a small seed in your lungs, you’ll experience petals and flowers coming out from your mouth. It could take days, weeks, months, or even years to develop. Many hypothesize that it happens because of a love not returned, a love waiting on a bench.

Fortunately, it isn’t something that everyone will experience in their lifetime, although it is common. For those who catch the illness, you only have a few choices to pick from.

First, the sickness doesn’t last because the affection is returned. Many of those who survive this still need to receive medical attention for the healing process, depending on how severe the sickness had become. Many of these people who experience this are bound to live a happy life, though.

Second, you undergo a safe medical procedure that, while cures you, makes you devoid of any sense of love anymore. These operations usually do not pose many health risks, and the survival rate is high.

Lastly, you could just bear the pain, although you will suffocate to death.

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You grew up in South Park. Subsequently enough, your best friend would be from there as well.

Although you weren’t his best friend, you considered Stan Marsh to be your best friend. You grew up stuck to him, always with a bright grin on your face whenever you saw him. You didn’t have many friends growing up, so there honestly wasn’t another contender for who could be your best friend. For you, it’s always been Stan and you against the world.

Back in middle school, the two of you had an undeniably embarrassing pop-punk emo phase. You two were the types to go to school wearing heavy black eyeliner and enjoy literary classics like Unholyverse, The Heart Rate of a Mouse, and the wonderful Petekey Manifesto.

You can recall Kyle and Wendy being somewhat embarrassed to hang out with Stan because of his edgy “you don’t get it” persona he had on. Stan remained close with them, yes, but the two didn’t want to associate themselves with the stupid shit you and Stan were doing. To be honest, you’re pretty sure you two enabled each other to go forward with your endeavors—to put it lightly.

Even so, that awkward and cringe middle school phase wasn’t all for nothing. You and Stan even formed a tiny band with Kenny. Stan was the vocalist and bassist, you were the lyricist and guitarist, and Kenny was the drummer. He recycled the name of his old band, and you guys were called the Crimson Dawn as well.

You didn’t get big or anything, no. You all were just a bunch of 9th graders who wanted to make noise and have fun. You did, however, have a lot of gigs around town. You guys found yourselves performing in bowling alleys, bars, parking lots, and even at a government-planned event (that last one’s because they wanted to be hip and show that they were in with the kids).

You guys received some extra cash here and there, but you all usually just spent it on replacing damaged equipment and for more personal uses. Overall, your band was doing good, and you were known in town as South Park’s little rockstars.

Now, you’re in your senior year of high school. How are you personally doing on the social ladder? Fine. Everyone knew you and thought you were cool, but no one had actually made the effort to get to know you, to be your friend. So, really, Stan and Kenny were your only close friends.

“You got anything new, YN?” Stan asked. Currently, you were in his garage with Kenny coming up with new songs.

Okay, band dynamics rundown first. Stan was the self-appointed leader that didn’t like leading but also secretly enjoyed it. You and Kenny didn’t mind that he was self-appointed because you two didn’t wanna deal with the logistics of contacting business owners for gigs and scheduling practices.

Kenny was the one who usually showed up late for practice and fucked around with your songs to have you and Stan mess up—especially at gigs. He’ll slow down his tempo, do half-times whenever he feels like it, and solo at the worst times possible.

You were kind of the mastermind behind the whole band. You composed the melodies and wrote the lyrics. Often, Stan and Kenny would just edit their parts to shape it to their liking. You didn’t mind that. You were just there kinda doing your own thing, but also having fun while doing so.

“Well, yeah, but it’s extremely bare-bones. I think I have a pretty solid riff for the song, though.” You sighed, playing around with your guitar and your effects. “I think it sounds a little different from our current sound. It also already has a bass part, but they kind of just clash together.”

“That’s fine. You think you can play it?”

“Sure.” You set your guitar settings to something more twangy, fitting it with the vibes your riff had.

“Here’s, uh, the guitar part.” You started to play. It sounded like it had the complexity of something Ray Toro’d write but with Mac DeMarco’s more upbeat songs. You continued with the bass, and it definitely was similar to Stan’s playing style, but it seemed like it would blend nicely with the guitar.

“Oh, yeah, you’re right. It does sound a lot different.” He said after you finished.

“Is it bad?” You asked worriedly.

“No, no. Don’t worry,” He smiled. “It sounds fresh and new. I like it a lot.”

“I could put jazz-style drumming over it,” Kenny said excitedly. ”Hold on—I’m about to become Andrew Neiman.”

“Then you’re gonna call me Terrance Fletcher and act as if we’re in an abusive mentor-mentee relationship,” Stan replied dryly.

“Then I’m gonna get in a car crash!”

You essentially went autopilot after that, playing around with your guitar while Kenny and Stan chatted in the background. If you had to recall, you think they were talking about Wendy and Marjorine. You weren’t exactly sure.

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It’s about midnight. You were hunched over your desk, currently up writing the song you presented earlier.

Suddenly, your body caught up to you. You were thrown into a coughing fit. Your throat started to close up on you. You were suffocating.

You thought you were having an allergic attack, which was nothing new. As you were about to drink your antihistamine, you felt like you were about to vomit. You didn’t quite, though. Instead, you spat out Amaryllis petals with strings of saliva attached. You were disgusted but also horrified. What the hell was happening to you?

You wanted to tell your mom but couldn’t since you were scared that you would be rushed to a research center—having to deal with a bunch of needles in your spine. If this was a rare disease then scientists might take you away from your home, you know?

Maybe you’ll head to the doctor tomorrow or rather later. Luckily for you, it would be a Sunday, so you were free to do what you wanted.

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“I’m afraid you have Hanahaki disease, Mx. L/N.” The doctor said.

“What?” You asked, confused. You had never heard of it before.

“It’s a condition where a seed in your lungs grows flowers.”

“How could I even have gotten that?” You were even more baffled and confused.

“Do you have a crush?”

Was the doctor literally dodging questions now? When you could have a serious life-threatening disease? “No?”

“Well, you do. The seed is triggered when you develop feelings for someone.”

“That sounds really stupid.” You rolled eyes.

“Sorry, kid,” he sighed, clearly tired. Maybe he was being serious. “You just happen to be the unlucky few who got it.

“What can I do then, doctor?”

“Three things: either your crush reciprocates their feelings back, get surgery, or die of suffocation.”

You were taken aback by the last part. “The dying option sounds a little grim, don’t you think? I doubt people would actually just give up like that. Like, why not take the surgery?”

“Well, you see,” he said, looking at you with pity. “The surgery removes all your hopes, dreams, and feelings. Everything you feel emotionally will be stripped away after the surgery.”

“That sounds stupid. I mean, you’ll literally turn into a lifeless person! A zombie, honestly.”

“That’s why many people just go with death.”

You sat there, feeling absolutely puzzled. Who is it you could have had a crush on?

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It was now Monday. You were sitting with Stan and Kenny. They discussed sending your songs to some label or something. You couldn’t focus, the news of yesterday preoccupying itself in your mind.

Okay, you only really talked to about five people a day. Two of those people were your parents, the other is your dog, and the last two is Stan and Kenny.

So you only had two contenders currently, and you were pretty much sure you didn’t like either of them. They both had girlfriends, first of all. Kenny wasn’t the type of person you’d be into. Stan was your childhood best friend, so if you liked him you would’ve already gotten this disease years ago.

So who was your mystery crush?

“YNNN? Hello?” Stan waved his hand right in front of you. You shook your head, snapping out of your thoughts. “Earth to YN.”

“What is it?” You asked with a slightly annoyed tone.

“How’s the song going? Once it’s finished, Kenny and I were thinking we’d send it to this producer that my friend knows. He said that they were looking for more bands currently.”

“Oh, well,” you trailed off. You didn’t get to work on the song at all. “There’s not much progress. Some stuff came up at home.” You casually lied, wanting to dodge what happened.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry.”

“You know Kenny and I are here for you, right?” Kenny, however, was busy chatting with someone on his phone—probably Marj. Stan elbowed him on the side as Kenny looked back up at him, offended.

“Yeah, YN. Like, no matter big or small it is. You can tell us.” Kenny chimed in.

“Thanks, you guys.” You smiled. Maybe you could let them in with what was going on instead of brooding around like a jerk. “Actually, I think I may have—”

“Hi, Stan!” Wendy cooed, bending down to him as she gave him a peck on the cheek. He blushed, lightly brushing the area where his girlfriend had kissed him. “Hey, Kenny, YN.” You two greeted Wendy—Kenny with a wave and you with a nod.

“Stannn,” she hummed as she took his hand to stand. “Kyle and I need you for our Chemistry project. You’ve barely contributed at all!” She lightly hit his arm, seemingly a little frustrated.

“Shit,” he sighed. “Sorry, babe. I’ll go help you guys out.” He looked nervously at you two, silently pleading to have you stay. He desperately looked like he didn’t want to do the project.

You decided it would be best for him to pull his weight right now than later, though. “It’s fine with us. Don’t sweat it, Wendy.” You gave her a polite smile. Kenny joined in with you as well.

“Thanks, YN!” She beamed, pulling him away from your table.

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It was after class. Stan was still busy finishing up his homework, currently being reprimanded by Wendy. So now you and Kenny were underneath the bleachers, passing each other a joint he brought.

“You were about to say something earlier during lunch,” Kenny stated, waiting for the stuff to kick in.

“Yeah?” You raised a brow. “You still wanna know?”

“Sure, if you’re comfortable with it.” He leaned back on the metal pole holding up the seats.

“Well, I think I have Hanahaki Disease and—”

“So you like Stan?” He immediately cut you off.

“No. He has a girlfriend of, like, eight years.”

“If that’s your only reasoning as to why you don’t like him, then that’s pretty stupid, YN. It’s like looking at a cool shirt then going, ‘Oh, I don’t like that shirt cause someone’s already wearing it.’”

“Well, if I do like Stan, why only have the disease now? We’ve been friends for literally forever. Don’t you think I’d have Hanahaki a long while ago already?”

“You’re really in touch with your feelings, YN,” he paused.

“Thanks. I try.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he said, putting his index against your lips. “You’re really in touch with your feelings,” he paused for dramatic effect. “But it’s hilarious how you can’t even accept that you like Stan.”

“It’s because I don’t.”

“Let’s say you do, though.”

“Which I don’t.”

“You should be a comedian. You look like a clown right now.” You simply dead-panned him. “Anyways, if you had a crush on Stan, what are you gonna do about it? He’s madly in love with his girlfriend, dude.”

“I haven’t thought about it yet,” you paused, seeming worried. “Wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like him, dickwad.”

“I’m dead. Your clownery has killed me.” He said sarcastically. “It’s written in my will: if I die at the hands of YN, they have to either pay for my funeral expenses or confront the fact that they like Stan.”

“Can’t you drop it?”

“You know what I can drop?”

“How annoying you are?”

“A new hit single about how much you like Stan.”

“I hope you green out later.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” He replied snidely, taking another hit from his blunt.

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You were now back in your natural habitat—your room. You sat in the dark, coughing up flowers.

Even if he meant it lightheartedly, you were now thinking twice about what Kenny said earlier. I mean, you could only have just developed feelings for Stan right now. That was possible.

Kenny brought up another good point: if you did like Stan, what were you gonna do then? Stan was head over heels for his girlfriend, so you only had two choices to pick from; death or death.

Either choice sucked, to be honest. You’re an individual who believed in expression, wild ideas, and creativity. To have those stripped away from you would lose all meaning to who you were. On the other hand, you could actually die. Like, literally. That didn’t fare to the other choice much better, of course.

You sighed, pulled out your laptop and your unplugged guitar, and do the only thing you know how to do—write.

Writing gave you the ability to think for yourself, but anyone can do that, though. Writing forces you to think more intuitively and to communicate those ideas onto paper, helping you understand and realize parts of yourself better. Sometimes, you think you already have a full thought, but when you’re writing, more and more things just come out. For you, that was the joy of writing.

Right now, however, you really couldn’t get anything out of your mind. You had some really cool riffs in your head that you’d like to translate, sure, but you had no lyrics. That was annoying.

Anyways, what were you gonna do with your possible feelings for Stan?

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It was the next day, and you found yourself with Stan at the edge of your skate park’s bowl. You spent more of the day with him, of course after classes. You guys were record-hunting, thrifting, and even attending a local art show.

The whole thing was his idea. A few weeks before, he mentioned wanting to spend more time with you again. Unluckily for him, he had been caught up in a lot of things, and so he didn’t really get to spend time with you, Kyle, or even Wendy. So, now, he was making up for it.

“Dude, I submitted the homework on time.” Stan was currently in the middle of a rant about how Mr. Garrison wouldn’t accept his paper. “The deadline was on that day, 4 PM. I visited him in his office at 3:30. He wouldn’t take it!”

“Well, you know how he is,” you sighed, plopping your chin on your knees as your body was sat curled up. “He’s been like that ever since we were kids. Honestly, I still wonder how he’s still allowed to teach.”

“Right? Like, besides the numerous amount bullshit he’s put us through, he’s not even that good at teaching.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, not saying anything else.

The silence was always comfortable with Stan. You could sit there and do nothing but still feel satisfied with the time you spent with him.

Now, though, slowly coming to terms with your feelings for Stan, everything felt different. It felt weird. You didn’t know how to act or feel around him, knowing you liked him. Yeah, you might really like him romantically, but did that mean you now had to act differently around him? Maybe not, and even if you trying to fight against it, it felt like your whole world has shifted.

It’s even more awkward since he has a girlfriend. You had no intention of being with Stan, you knew how much he liked Wendy, yet how fragile their relationship could be at times. However, since you have feelings for Stan, any time you spent with him felt like you were taking him away from her. You felt awful, but neither you nor Wendy was entitled to his time.

You heard Stan downing a bottle of whiskey by your side. He’s always had a tendency to drink. It used to be a lot heavier when he was around 15, which was scary since he was so young. It’s what happens though in messed up houses like his. “You want some?” His hand out holding the bottle for you.

Just because you were worried over Stan’s drinking didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to do so, either. You were kinda exhausted from the whole ‘possible being in love with Stan’ thing, anyway. You needed something to unwind. “Sure, thanks,” you replied, taking the bottle from him as you took a few gulps from it.

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It’s been over a week now since your conversation with Kenny. You certainly weren’t showing signs of recovery soon, so that’s unfortunate. How did you get away with all the coughing? You dismissed it, stating that it was just an allergy—it was spring anyway. The only person who knew the truth was Kenny. There was a chance Stan could pick apart your lie, though, never seeing you have pollen-related allergies growing up. Luckily, it didn’t happen.

Asides from that, you were practically sure that you liked Stan. Your feelings were written all around the small details. You liked when he’d pull his beanie down whenever he’d get flustered, you liked how passionate he often sounded when he talked, you noticed how cute he walks, and you liked a lot of things about him.

There was this one thing you read online about once. You think it was called the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon. Most people just call it the Frequency Illusion. It’s where, when you notice one thing, you start to notice that it’s pretty much everywhere. You believe that was exactly happening to you. Ever since it had been brought to light that you may have feelings for Stan, it’s like everything was a sign of it coming to fruition.

Have you told Stan yet, though? Soon, hopefully.

You had somewhat distanced yourself from him because seeing him would probably make a decision more difficult. You’d want to keep him in your life as much as you want, but you knew you couldn’t either way. Would giving everything up to have a completely different version of yourself be friends with him be worth it? A version of yourself that didn’t care about Stan, do note. Seems not, but neither is giving everything up already.

You were hanging out with Kenny behind the school. That’s usually where the goth kids spend their time, but they were busy drinking Irish coffee right now. It was after class on a Tuesday. He hadn’t bugged you about your feelings since then, but he would sometimes hint at it.

“Kenny,” you sighed. In response, he hummed. “I think I like Stan.”

“Shocker.” He replied sarcastically.

“What do you think I should do?” You dramatically wept as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Whatever you think is right.”

“I think I should tell Stan.”

“About what specifically?” He scrunched his brows in visible confusion.

“How I’m sick. Maybe even my feelings if we’re at it.”

“Do you know what you’re gonna do first? Like, surgery or what?”

“I’m not sure…” You balled your body up, tucking your head on your lap that was folded up. You two sat there in silence as your mind trailed off, Kenny patting your back as he scrolled through his phone.

You know both situations don’t lead to good endings, but you hated the idea of losing all of the creativity and heart you have. Call you negative, but if there was no hope for a positive resolution, then what would be the point of sticking around?

Yeah, maybe facing your own mortality would be the right decision. It was never your choice to have this illness, to begin with, however.

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“Stan.” You called. Currently, you were sinking into the sheets of his bed as you took a deep breath.

“Hmm?” He hummed.

You sat up, looking at him worriedly. “You know how I said that my allergies were reappearing because of the spring season?”

“Yeah, I find it kinda odd,” he replied, sitting up as well and placing his back against the headboard. “You don’t have allergies, yeah?”

“I don’t,” you sighed. “I have Hanahaki.”

“Like the flower thing?” He stared at you in disbelief. You nodded. “That thing exists?”

You clicked your tongue. “Yeah, I’m one of the unfortunate few who got it.”

“What are you gonna do then?” He raised a brow.

“I think you already have an idea.” You dryly laughed.

He immediately knew what you said. You could tell he combed through your options, and, knowing you, knew already what you would pick. “What? Why?” His tone was still calm, but you could feel that he was starting to lose it.

“I mean, it’s either that or I become some hollow shell of a person. You know I’m never giving up my creative freedom for some guy.” You grabbed him by the shoulder, trying to reassure him that everything’ll be alright with just a smile. “I’m better than that.”

“But… you’re gonna die.”

“You think I haven’t thought that through yet?”

“What about our dreams of making it big as a band?”

“I can’t stop the disease, Stan. I’m sure you know that I would’ve tried to get a cure if there was one.”

As the room fell silent, you felt Stan wrap himself around you. You felt your shirt getting soaked in warm tears. You held him in your arms as well, upset to see him upset.

You never really got to see this side of him growing up. Sure, he was melancholy-ridden ever since you’ve known him. At his core, he was a pessimist. He never really seemed to allow himself to be upset when it came to you, though. It’s like he never wanted to anchor himself onto you. With Kyle, he did it a whole lot. With you, nothing.

You sat there, wondering if you meant anything to him. It’s funny that you still had negative and doubting thoughts like this even when you were sure he loved you unconditionally.

That’s the thing though. Since you only really had Stan growing up, you never really understood how someone could love another person conditionally. You never learned what it’s like to be loved conditionally. You’re sure it hurt, but your lack of experience made you question everything—including the people you love most.

That’s not to negate the fact you loved Stan. Even if you knew you’d never be his in a romantic aspect, you wanted to continue enjoying your time with him. Right now, time was ticking, and you couldn’t just sulk around and contemplate your life. That’s just stupid.

Now seeing him like this, you weren’t going to tell him that you like him. At least not for now. He was most likely in a fragile state, so telling him that you liked him, that he was the reason for all this, would break him. Especially since he’s never seen you the way you saw him.

At the end of it, you found yourself crying as well. You weren’t sure when or how you started crying. It started long before you could process it.

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After everything was said and done, you spent the last few weeks of your life in your room. You and your parents concluded dropping out of classes, seeing how you were going most likely going to pass away. Your family was devastated, to put it lightly, but at least they knew what was going to happen. At least they had time to prepare for your untimely demise.

Your condition worsened as time passed. You experienced a lot of weight loss because of how difficult it was to eat. Due to that, you also lost a lot of the muscles in your body. Not being an avid daywalker before all this didn’t seem to help you as well.

Your last few weeks weren’t all too gloomy, though. While you still could, you spent many of your last days jamming with Stan and Kenny. Actually, during one of those last few days, you got to record one of your songs in a studio. The producer Stan got in touch with really seemed to like your work.

When you were back home, it was back to writing songs. As I said, it was the only thing you knew how to do. It was your escape. You wrote about your last days, your feelings about Stan, and other things. They weren’t brooding, you didn’t want to sound edgy, but they were genuine.

It was April 25th. You weren’t aware that that day was going to be your last, but you suspected that it would be anyway.

On that day, you were fixing your songs up, giving them an assortment of lyrics and melodies for them to work with. You didn’t write that much at that point because you were just too physically exhausted and weak to do so.

It was around 9:38 PM when it happened. All it took to take you out were just more flowers to block out your airway. You were coughing a whole lot, that’s for sure. Much blood spilled out of your mouth. You didn’t fight any of it though.

Around 10:15 PM Stan received a call from your mom. He already had an idea what the call would be about, but he wasn’t ready to hear it.

“Stan?” Your mother’s voice is cracking. He hummed in reply, already knowing what was going to come next. “YN just passed away.”

Even if he knew what was coming, he still felt his heart drop. He would never be able to prepare himself for one of his best friend’s death.

#south park fanfiction #south park x reader #stan x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x y/n #cocogrrrl's thoughts #cocogrrrl's hanahaki series

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avonne-writes · 1 year

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I'm absolutely in love with the high school au! I'd love to hear more headcanons about it, if you feel inspired! <3

I'm so sorry this took so long! I wanted to post a little drabble. I hope I'll be able to write the story of how they got together one day. ❤️

Link to the previous HS AU drabble

This drabble on AO3

Blossom

With his head propped up on Aemond's pillow, Luke listens to the lazy swish of the wind as it dances around the fresh spring leaves outside. The tree that casts playful shadows on Aemond's window shed the last of its blossoms only a few days ago. The petals are a pink carpet on the ground now, light over the bright green grass. Aemond kissed him against that tree while the last of the flowers fell, with his hands on Luke’s neck and his thumbs brushing Luke's cheeks.

"Will you come over on Friday?" He asked quietly. They were so close that Luke’s eyes could barely focus on his face.

"Of course." Luke beamed, and a warm tingle ran through him when he saw the smile Aemond tried to hide by nuzzling his cheek. He dreamt of cherry blossoms that night.

The rest of the week dragged on forever. The only thing that got him through it was the heat he felt whenever Aemond looked at him. The glances across the cafeteria, the brush of fingertips as they passed each other in the hallway. He sighs just thinking about them. The weekend couldn't come soon enough. Thankfully, Luke’s parents bought his bullshit excuse about going to the mall with his friends, although his mum asked him if there was a special someone he was going to meet there. It was so embarrassing! Luke is pretty sure he cringed when he denied it, and he might have seen his dad's lips twitch behind his cup of tea.

Ugh. No, he can't even think about it. What if his dad knows?

He shakes the thought away and focuses on the present. It's quiet, save for the sounds of a peaceful suburban afternoon that drift in from the street. He’s on his back in Aemond's bed, enveloped comfortably by Aemond's arms. Aemond's head rests on his chest. Blond hair parts under his fingers like silk as he combs it. They have the house to themselves for a few more minutes before Helaena comes home. Luke had plans - big plans for today, but he chickened out and couldn't find the right moment to bring them up yet. He wasted hours. He can't go home without at least mentioning what he wants!

"Aemond?" He whispers.

He runs his fingers over the tender skin behind Aemond’s pierced ear, down his neck to his collarbone. He traces the silver chain resting there, wondering what it would feel like to kiss the dragon on it, where it lies under Aemond’s shirt on his chest. Aemond’s skin is always so warm and smooth to the touch, and it flushes when Luke's kisses stray to it. Would his chest bloom with the same sweet colour where his heart beats?

"Hm?" Aemond hums. He reaches up with a hand to cup Luke’s cheek for a moment before resting it in the juncture of Luke’s neck. He doesn't sound fully awake. He seems content to just lie here, petting his boyfriend and dozing on his chest. Luke’s stomach hitches.

"Sooo..." He swallows. "I thought about - about us." He touches the back of Aemond's hand before he could misunderstand. His heart races so loudly that he barely hears his thoughts. "I know it's not a big deal, but um. You know how I haven’t really done anything, right? With anyone. But I've been thinking recently, and I think now I'm ready to... if you want to... uh, do something more."

He doesn’t manage to finish the sentence properly, but there's a question in there that he hopes Aemond hears. God, why is it so awkward to say this stuff! He tried mumbling it under the shower, I want to have sex with you, but it sounded deranged out of his mouth. He’ll never be as sexy and suave as Aemond is when it comes to these things. With bated breath, he waits. After a few seconds, Aemond's weight shifts as he props himself up on an elbow and blinks at Luke. Without his usual eyeliner, his gaze seems softer.

"Are you talking about sex?" He asks bluntly, his expression impassive.

Luke blushes so hard that it feels like his face melts. He smiles and averts his eyes, fiddling with the sleeve of Aemond's shirt before he looks up again. He nods, although it feels like he's dying from embarrassment. "Mm-hmm."

Aemond's lips part, but no sound comes out at first. Then, he starts to smile. "You want to have sex with me?" He asks, too loud.

Luke covers his face with his hands, hiding his burning cheeks behind them. "Don't say it like that." He mumbles through a smile.

"Like what?"

"Like - you're surprised or something!"

He drops his hands, giving Aemond an indignant shove until Aemond rolls off him. They're both on their sides now, their heads inches apart on that tiny pillow. Luke pushes at Aemond's chest again, unable to contain himself. Now that his confession is out, he’s so excited that he wants to jump up and down. Aemond, on the other hand, looks star-struck. The wonder on his face makes Luke roll his eyes.

"Did you think I'd make you wait forever?" Luke huffs, then continues in a more serious tone. "Thank you, by the way. For not rushing me, I mean."

Something about that makes Aemond flustered, because he picks at the black paint on his nails. He avoids Luke’s eyes. "It wasn’t as hard as you think it was."

A beat of silence lingers while Luke tries to figure out what he implies and whether it's a comment about him or not, but instead of anything constructive, the only things he finds in his head are dirty, dirty thoughts. Riding a rush of bravado, he smirks, shimmying closer to Aemond and touching his stomach through his shirt. "Are you sure it wasn’t hard?"

Aemond's lips part. He stares at Luke as though Luke’s words have just rearranged his universe and offered its treasures to him.

A second later, he rolls forward, his kiss a wild burst of emotion on Luke's mouth as it pushes and demands and plunders. His left hand roams over Luke's body as they make out in a noisy tangle of limbs. It finds Luke's ass and gives it a squeeze, then a massaging stroke when Luke moans. Sighs and hums bounce between them as they try to pull each other as close as possible, as if they were trying to crawl into each other's skin and feed on their desire.

Nervous but lightheaded from want, Luke slides his hand further down and cups Aemond's cock through his trousers.

"Oh." They gasp at the same time. Aemond’s breath stutters in his chest.

"Liar." Luke snickers giddily, using his fingers to map out the shape better. This isn't the first time that he felt it, but he never dared acknowledge it so directly, with such shameless interest. Is it too much? He hopes it isn't. "This doesn’t seem soft to me."

Aemond's lips twitch into a smile. "It's your fault."

"Mine?" Luke grins wider, his touch gaining confidence.

"Yes." Aemond groans and rolls him on his back, kissing him silly again. When Luke hugs him, he pulls back to pepper kisses all over Luke's face until Luke giggles. "Make it up to me."

I will, Luke wants to say, but the sound of a keychain clinking, then the whoosh of the front door break the moment. Someone stumbles over the shoes downstairs.

"Baby bro-ther!" Aegon singsongs, creeping up the stairs. "You left your girlfriend's shoes in the hallway! Rookie mistake! Time to introduce your favourite sibling to her!"

Aemond drops his forehead to Luke’s chest and groans. Luke flicks one of the silver rings in the tip of Aemond's ear.

#lucemond #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #anon #my writing #high-school-au

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countlessrealities · 5 months

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@advnterccs sent:

After the few hours were up, Rick immediately portaled his way over to his counterpart. He snuck up behind him, covered his eyes with his hands. "Trust me, j-just follow me, okay?" Only to lead him through another portal.

They were in the middle of the dining room and he uncovered those eyes. The lights were off, the room illuminated by the candles in the middle of the table. The dining table was covered in rose petals. Two freshly cooked meals were at the table. A little fancy and something home-made.

His hands dropped onto those shoulders, squeezing gently. "I-I hope this can make up for me forgetting about the gift, y-you might not think it's nothing, but shit, I feel really fucking bad," He whispered. "So let me treat you like a fucking king for the rest of the day, alright, I-I even baked you a cake."

He snorted. "Don't worry, I-I'm not going to sing you happy birthday, we'll just cut the cake and eat it."

{ To your Rick from my Rick !! // special candlelight dinner date for them uwu }

Those two hands covering his eyes out of the blue startled Rick. It wasn't that he hadn't believed his counterpart when he had said that he would make it up to him. He did believe him, because he knew that his other self meant it, but that was the problem. So, he had hoped, foolishly, that the whole ordeal would just be forgotten.

So, after leaving his boyfriend's house, he had settled in one of the most superficial levels of his underground lab, drinking away the time as he moved from one project to the next, failing to find something that could hold his attention. He had thought that putting some physical distance between them would have made suppressing the urge to apologise easier, but it had soon became evident that this too had been wistful thinking.

"R-Rick..." He started, but all the other words he wanted to say died on his tongue. The love of his life was asking him to trust him. How could he deny him when this was the only being in existence he would trust with everything?

Teeth sinking in his tongue to keep himself quiet, Rick allowed himself to be guided, distractedly recognising the tingling of a portal on his skin as they crossed the space-continuum to land back in hs boyfriend's living room.

Under other circumstances, the little spectacle that welcomed him once he was allowed to see again would have made him melt. The living room had been transformed into an almost dreamy location, with the soft glow of the candle and the faint scent of the rose petals filling the air. The food that was waiting for them looked absolutely delicious, even more with the knowledge that his counterpart had cooked everything himself, just for him.

It was beautiful, it was touching, it was perfect.

However, that just made Rick feel like the biggest asshole of the multiverse. And when his other self confessed that he was feeling bad because of something he had done, his beliefs were confirmed. His boyfriend had been planning on just ignoring the day and not only he had forced the other to acknowledge it, but him feeling like he had to go through all this trouble was also on him.

He had been so stupid. He should have known better. Why had he thought that they should celebrate their birthday when their lives were feeling even emptier than before?

Yet, he knew that he couldn't speak his real thoughts, nor showing his true feelings. The guilt, the self-loathing, the anger, the frustration. He had to hide them, not to make it even worse, not to hurt the love of his life even more than he had already done.

Conjuring his best smile was as painful as swallowing a handful of glass shards, but he managed anyway and he made himself take his boyfriend's hand, so he could drop a kiss on his palm.

"B-Baby, you have nothing to apologise for. I-I promise." I should be the one apologising. "T-This is fuckin' amazing. Y-You are fuckin' amazing." I don't deserve you, not when I can't get even the smallest thing right. "T-Thank you, Rick. F-For real." I'm so fucking sorry. "I-I couldn't have asked for anything better."

He even managed to push out a believably amused laugh at his other self's joke, leaning into him as he was guided towards his spot at the table.

He would power through the whole night, making sure that his counterpart saw nothing but him having a good time. Once he would be once again alone in his lab, then and only then he would have let out the bile that was clogging his throat and lungs.

#[ ic :: c137 Rick ]#&& Rick Sanchez #[ v. Rick Double Morty and Trouble ; timeline split :: c137 Rick ]#[ ˢᵀᴱᴾ ᵀᴴᴿᴼᵁᴳᴴ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴵᴿᴿᴼᴿ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴸᴱᵀ ᴹᴱ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ ʸᴼᵁ ᴹʸ ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴹˢ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴼᵁᴿ ᴰᴱˢᵀᴵᴺʸ :: ʀɪᴄᴋ & ʀɪᴄᴋ ]#advnterccs #[[ my Rick appreciates it but he feels like he forced your Rick into doing this ]]#[[ so he's feeling like shit and he's mad at himself ]]#[[ but he's gonna put on a facade for the whole night ]]#[[ bc he doesn't want to upset your Rick -sigh- ]]

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gnatthecryptic · 10 months

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Okay, hear me out:

No-mag/hs au Drarry

Draco's part of the student council and definitely on track to be salutatorian (Hermione is obviously valedictorian) while Harry is your average popular jock with heavy Golden retriever energy

Harry, at 16, realizes he's SUPER gay and Malfoy is REALLY attractive and has tried to pursue him since but Draco keeps playing hard-to-get (he has a reputation to live up to, y'know?) So, in turn, Harry does very over-the-top things to get his attention

Like maybe one day, Draco turns a corner and there's Harry under a banner that says "GO OUT WITH ME" and there's flower petals all over the hall, but Draco just gives him detention for making a mess and skipping class while in his head he's probably kicking his feet and giggling

I want their first date to be extremely awkward in a eat-your-shirt kind of way. There's so much built up tension but they're both idiots in their own rights and have no idea what to do now that they're here

Plus, plenty of bad pick-up lines and puns on Harry's part because of Sirius' terrible influence

"Are you trying to hold my hand, Potter?"

"Just reaching for you."

"Reaching?"

"I was always told to reach for the stars, y'know?"

Draco stares at him like he's an idiot (cuz he is) while Harry has a shit-eating grin and just fucking WINKS

Their friends are huddled in the opposite end of whatever establishment they're in (maybe a diner or bowling alley) and all collectively groan and hang their heads in shame except for Ron who's eagerly looking on like, "Hell yeah, that's my best friend."

#drarry #muggle world #no magic #non magical au

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jazwritesalot · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @wingsonghalo (I'm using my fandom account for this ILY)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 69!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 372,792, which is about what I thought

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently it's BNHA, FMA, and Mob Psycho 100. But I have also written for Soul Eater in the past and may look into revisiting that series.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Auras Tell All, Shaken, Not Stirred, Mocha Choco Latte, Of Ink-Dipped Petals and Tattooed Hearts, and Salted Caramel Doubleshot

5. Do you respond to comments? I try my best to! Sometimes I get behind on it though.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ignoring all of my Soul Eater fics, since they're old and I somewhat want to rewrite them, I think the angstiest ending would be To the Moon, my only Hanako-Kun fic.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Right now, I think the happiest ending is my Camie/Jirou fic, mother tongue, which was written for the @novapulsezine. But, most of my fics have a happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really. I think I'm pretty lucky.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? You know it ;) And I write a wide spectrum of it, but mostly it's KiriBaku or ShinKami smut when I do write.

10. Do you write crossovers? I've dabbled with it, but never have posted anything.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so, but I can't quite remember, LOL.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? None yet, but that would be fun!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I suppose you could say I have. Back in the SE days, I would RP, and we would turn the RPs into fics.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I think if we go back to my roots, my favorite would be Yoh Asakura and Anna Kyoyama.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Teenage Dirtbag, my FMA HS AU fic. I've had plans for it for years, but never can seem to get the words on paper TT_TT

16. What are your writing strengths? Description of settings and internal dialogue

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Probably action scenes-I feel like they tend to fall flat. But, there's always something I could improve upon in my writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I think that it would be okay as long as it's thoroughly checked to make sure what you're saying is accurate. I tend to shy away from it, just because I don't want to offend anyone.

19. First fandom you wrote for? On AO3, it was Soul Eater. In general, it was probably Twilight or Ouran High School Host Club with my friends during classes in middle/high school.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? It's a tie between Mocha Choco Latte and Shaken, Not Stirred. I love both of these babies and they are my heart and soul.

I tag @hyuge, @lifeform286, @kitkatrix, @kittywritesfic, and whoever else sees this and would like to participate!

#jaz rambles #ask games #writing #fanfiction #going to share this on my main too #thanks for the tag!

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abcaus · 9 months

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homestuck!abc au im calling "schoolstuck" (might make it sound more unique tho)

twig - heir of heart star - thief of space red - seer of time petal - witch of light bell - maid of doom blue - mage of breath mia - rogue of blood em - sylph of void

#twig #star #red #petal #bell #blue #mia #emily #hs!twig #hs!star #hs!red #hs!petal #hs!bell #hs!blue #hs!mia #hs!emily #homestuck #academy of bad cats

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hopepoint · 10 months

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minjoon/minimoni fantasy au but everyone has a plant trait (flowers, vegetation, etc.) ???

JM is a part of a traveling dance troop and NJ is the local carpenter. When they arrive JM is the one to request a few props to be made by NJ (cue JM finding every excuse to visit & flirt)

JM: sweet pea. Petals grow around his head/neck. Front two petals rest around his jaw/shoulders & the large back petal grows around base of neck (all of it goes back to front) he blooms year round.

NJ: pine tree traits ??? His hairs are like very fine pine needles that change colors like a normal pine would so green in spring/summer and brown in fall/winter (but he never loses them). Does not produce cones lol

SJ: hibiscus syriacus. Petals surround his neck & are light pink/the center a rich crimson. The petals start below his jaw and extend just past his shoulders.

YG: white fawn lily. Petals droop down past his shoulders to about mid bicep. The petals surround the base of his neck.

HS: forsythia. He has branches starting below his ear, wrap behind, and have little branches extending into his hair. Flowers bloom in his hair in the spring.

TH: jeffersonia dubia. In spring, petals bloom around base of his neck. Out of bloom he has one leaf circling around his neck (gap is at front of neck)

JK: red mukdenia rossii. Flowers bloom in the spring throughout his hair. Always has leaves around the backs of his ears

#minimoni #minjoon #bts fic #bts ff #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts drabble #bts au fanfic #bts ffs

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justlemmeadoreyou · 2 days

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hi sweetie. can you do headcanons of boyfriend!harry while he and reader are in 1D but the media doesn't know about the relationship??

You first met at a bakery and bonded over your mutual love of sweet treats. Harry thought you were adorably flustered whenever he flirted shamelessly with his terrible baking puns.

At first, Harry assumed it would just be a casual fling. But he quickly fell for your warm, easygoing spirit that allowed him to be himself without any pretense.

You were in awe of how attentive and caring Harry was. He went out of his way to make you feel special with little romantic gestures like surprise treats or flowers.

Secretly dating was incredibly difficult with Harry constantly on tour. You missed him terribly during those long stretches apart.

But Harry made sure you never doubted his feelings, sending thoughtful little gifts and sweet, flirty texts to brighten your day.

"Meeting you was the easiest decision, love. Can't wait to see you again soon. xx"

On rare nights off, you'd sneak into Harry's hotel room for a passionate reunion after weeks apart. Those stolen intimate moments were pure bliss.

You hated having to slink out before sunrise so no one would catch you leaving. But seeing Harry's bright smile when you reunited made the secrecy worth it.

"There's my gorgeous girl," Harry would beam, pulling you in for a searing kiss. "Few more hours until I have to let you go again."

He daydreamed about finally being able to go public, walking red carpets with you proudly on his arm for the world to see.

"Soon, my love. One day everyone will know just how crazy I am about you," Harry promised earnestly.

For now, he cherished your private little love story, the secret glances and inside jokes you shared.

Harry loved bringing you back home-cooked meals from catering after shows, wanting to pamper and care for you.

"Look what I snuck out for you, sweetness - your favorite pasta!" He'd grin triumphantly at your delighted reaction.

You'd have to stifle giggles as Harry snuck you mischievous looks during interviews, barely containing his fondness.

After, he'd pull you into a secluded corner for a heated kiss. "Been dying to do that all day, petal."

Harry lived for your soft, sleepy smiles first thing in the morning, his heart overflowing with adoration.

"G'morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?" He'd murmur, pressing tender kisses to your bare shoulder.

You'd playfully roll your eyes at his cheesy pet names like "love," "sweetness," and "darling." But you secretly loved the endearing terms.

Sometimes Harry couldn't resist snapping secret photos of you - your adorable bedhead, your crinkly-eyed smile, your look of pure bliss after intimacy.

"Look at this one, babe, you're so pretty here," He'd grin dopily as you blushed, burying your face in his chest with an embarrassed whine.

The nights would be spent in the bed, your fingers intertwined as he fucked you-claiming each other.

He would be proud, almost too proud- of how he can reduce you to a whimpering mess, just by a flick of his tongue against your swollen clit.

Rough, full thrusts into your weeping cunt while he praises you for being a good girl. his good girl. his pretty girl, his everything.

♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡

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