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hannieehaee · 1 month

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GOSH im in love with your writing like YOU HAVE NO IDEA SWEETHEART

And I'm desperate for some friends to lovers with seokmin who begs to taste you, his bff, after you joked about how your friends are saying he would be the best in eating a girl out bc of his nose🫦

18+ / mdi

content: simp!seokmin, bffs2lovers, smut, afab reader, eating out, seokmin's nose, etc.

wc: 682

a/n: HEHE THANK U SO MUCH<33 had to choose these pics bc his nose looked soo good in these i cry T-T

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"o-oh"

"seokmin, fuck, just forget i said anything," you groaned, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

why did you think it was a good idea to bring up your drunken ramblings to seokmin completely unprovoked?

"n-no! don't be embarrassed. you just surprised me, that's all," he sat next to you on the couch, encouraging you to remove your hands from your face.

"it is embarrassing. i dont want you to think of me as some horny loser lusting after her best friend. i swear, i didnt even bring it up! they were just talking about guys with big noses and you were the first guy that i thought of and-"

"my nose? you thought about how my nose would feel?"

"n-no, i-"

"i, i mean, it's okay if you did," he said, scooting closer to you despite his eyes looking everywhere but into yours.

you decided to take a plunge, turning your body to face his as you looked to him in wonderment.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, uh, i mean that it wouldn't bother me if ... if you thought about me in that way," seokmin winced at himself as the words left him, still unable to look at you.

gulping, you got closer to him, nudging him to turn to you also.

"do you mean that, seokmin? i ... do you-"

"yes," he was firm in his answer, finally looking at you.

"oh ... do you wanna ..."

"yes," he practically whined.

"o-oh, fuck! m-minnie, just like that ... yes!"

"'sso good, shit. so warm ..."

it hadn't taken much encouragement for you to jump seokmin after he'd given you confirmation that he did, in fact, want you in the same way you did him. after aggressively making out for a good ten minutes or so, seokmin had pleaded for you to please open your legs for him and let him have a taste of you. you, being you, needed no convincing to open your legs and guide him where you wanted him most.

by now he had spent the past ten minutes alternating between licking at you and suckling on your clit, but he was yet to show you what his nose would feel like as it slid against your folds.

before you could beg for it, seokmin's strong arms grabbed a hold of your hips and tilted you a bit in order to position his nose in a way that would grace your bundle of nerves just right all the while his tongue continued to explore you.

you screamed the moment you felt his sharp nose drag up and down your cunt, falling in love with its straight shape and the slight slope of it. the sharpness and rough exterior of his nose made you cry out in pleasure. it wasnt long until you began grinding against his face like a maniac, completely ignoring his attempts at guiding you against his face.

grabbing his head, you rubbed him against you while you canted your cunt against his face, tears flowing down your face at the pleasure.

"y-your nose, minnie! o-oh ... so good, fuck. so fucking good ..." you breathed out, followed by many other praised and curses at the pretty boy below you.

he was unable to speak due to the way you had taken over the entirety of his mouth, but his groans of pleasure were enough to get you crying even harder for him.

seokmin continued savagely eating you out while you ground against his nose all the way until your high, somehow managing to speed up his movements the closer you got to your orgasm.

with a silent scream, your fists closed in on seokmin's hair one last time before you dropped limp against your bed.

the room was silent for a few moments while both you and seokmin caught your breaths. but the moment the two of you were apt to speak, seokmin climbed on the bed and began kissing his way up to your lips, giggling at your fucked out state.

"so my nose, huh?" he teased, face scrunched up due to his pretty smile.

"shut up."

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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may i request one where joel finds comfort hugging reader in a bone crushing hug after a long day 👉👈

do with it what you will fluff angst spice ill take them allll i just want this man to crush me and id welcome it hehe

AN | One bone-crushing hug with a side of angst and softness coming right up 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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You looked at the watch on your wrist and sighed softly. The watch didn't work. It hadn't for a long time.

But he'd given it to you and that made it special. You'd never taken it off, even when the battery died. He insisted he'd get you a new watch or even a new battery at the very least. You never took him up on the offer; it didn't matter to you whether or not ticked away as long as you had it.

Normally it served as a bit of reassurance. Today it served as a reminder that he was gone. Not gone, but gone for long enough that you were starting to get worried. Not that you would ever admit that to anyone. You didn't want to appear weak, but you also didn't want to cause anyone else to worry.

But this wasn't like Joel; he was never gone for more than two or three days at most.

It had been over a week.

And not knowing what happened to your lover was brutal.

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"Worryin' isn't going to solve anything."

"Well, not worrying isn't solving anything either," you threw a hard look at Tommy and shrugged before going back to your relentless pacing, "so if I have the option, I'll choose worrying."

"It's probably the bad weather," he mused, and you were sure he was trying to convince himself of that as much as you, "could be a lot of things. Jumping to the worst possible conclusion isn't…"

"I love your eternal optimism," you stood in front of the windows and looked towards the gate as you often did, "but I'd rather expect the worst and be pleasantly surprised when he comes back. Versus the alternative."

The younger Miller brother nodded before letting out a long sigh, "I know."

"I'm scared, Tommy. It was supposed to be a simple supply run," stopping suddenly, you turned to him, eyes glittering with unscheduled tears, "what if he doesn't come back? It shouldn't have taken this long. I don't know what I'll do. I-I…"

He remained but hugged you tightly, trying to soak in all the worry and doubt you had. If it was an option, he would have taken all the worry and fear from you and dealt with it himself. If only.

"Why don't you go home for now and get some rest?" he suggested softly, wiping away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, "I'll stay here. I'll let you know if anything changes."

"Tommy-"

"Go and be with the kids," he whispered as your heart panged. You knew Ellie was just as worried about you, but she was the glue holding you all together right now, "they need you too."

"Okay," you nodded, "thank you."

"It'll be okay," he promised and you desperately wanted to hang onto his hope. All you could do was give him a small nod.

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By the time you got home, you were spent and felt like you could use a year long nap. You closed the door behind out and let out a long sigh, letting go of everything you'd been holding back as you kicked your shoes off.

You heard Ellie's voice in the living accompanied by a small set of giggles. Your heart softened at the sound and your heart yearned to be with them. You shred your coat before making your way over to them, Ellie on the floor on a big fluffy blanket as she played with the little girl. Your little girl; but really they were both your girls.

The two of them stopped as soon as they heard you, Ellie offering you a small smile and Emma babbling and cooing happily. There had never been anyone you'd loved more than these two…and Joel.

You walked over to them and sat down, pressing a kiss to the top of Ellie's head before pulling the baby into your lap. She squirmed as she tried to hug onto you, "she's been really talkative today. As much as a one-year-old can be."

"I wonder who she gets that from," she teased, causing the girl to grin sheepishly.

"Definitely not Joel."

"Definitely not Joel," you agreed. You sat back against the couch let out a long breath as you pulled up your legs and laid Emma against them, giving her tickles which only caused her to laugh harder.

"She looks like him," Ellie stroked her rosy, chubby cheek as you nodded. She had the same big, brown eyes and roguish hair, her expression often appearing as though she was deep in thought, "he's going to be okay, you know."

"Ellie…"

"I mean it," she insisted in that steadfast way she often did, "he'd never leave you or her o-or…"

"You," you finished for her, "we're all family, Ellie Bean."

"Yeah," she sat next to you and leaned her head on your shoulder, "he'll come back. Nothing would stop him."

"You're right," and god, you hoped she and Tommy were right, "he'll be home soon."

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Several more agonizing days passed without any word, and the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach felt like it was going to eat you alive. Even Ellie, happy, optimistic Ellie, was started to show signs of worry. She’d never admit it, but she didn’t have to; it was written all over your face. You were just glad that Emma was still a baby and wouldn’t remember any of this.

That thought alone had led you down a rabbit hole of worry. What if he didn’t come back? What if she never got to see her father again? What if she didn’t remember him? How were you supposed to raise and take care of Ellie and Emma all on your own?

You groaned as you startled awake for what was the umpteenth night in a row. You hadn’t been sleeping much; every time you managed to fall deep enough into slumber, the dreams - nightmares - came again and caused you to wake up. Most of the time you ended up giving up on sleep and would sit in the kitchen, nursing a mug of tea that grew cold as the sun came up.

A book was currently in front of you, one you’d read a hundred times before, but you weren’t actually taking anything in. Your mind kept wandering, wandering, wandering. You were so lost in thought and so zoned out at the same time that you almost missed the pounding on the door. You almost ran to the door when you snapped back into reality, trying to keep the noise from waking the girls up.

When you got to the door, you wretched it open without even looking to see who it was. It was Tommy, wild-eyed and looking somewhere between excited and nervous.

“Come,” he didn’t hesitate to grab your arm as he pulled you out of the door, “come.”

“What’s going on?” you looked at him, confused but going along with him. You noticed that the front gate was closing and a group of people were nearby. The hairs on your arms stood up as a shiver ran down your spine, “Tommy?”

The crowd slowly parted and you felt like your heart felt like it stopped in your chest. Part of you wondered if you were dreaming, but you felt Tommy squeeze your shoulder, “go.”

Your feet were carrying you, faster and faster until the rest of the crowd dissipated and you found yourself face to face with him.

“Joel,” you hadn’t even realized you were crying, weren’t consciously aware of anything else but him.

You didn’t get a chance to say anything else before he threw his arms around you, wrapping into the tightest, most bone-crushing hug imaginable. You didn’t care; you wouldn’t have cared if his touch bruised you black and blue. It was him, he was home, he was here.

You held him back just as fiercely, and you could physically feel the tension in his body ease as he let himself relax into your familiar touch. You weren’t even sure how long he you, how long you clung onto his body before you finally parted.

He took your face in his hands, his touch calloused but tender as he studied, almost as if he too didn’t believe you were real. He looked worse for the wear, but nothing unmanageable, nothing that would take him from you. And then he smiled, the same wonderful, lovely smile that made his dimple appear and the corners of his eyes crinkle, “sweet, beautiful abejita. I heard you were already planning my funeral.”

A moment of silence passed before you burst into laughter, tears - this time of joy and happiness - running down your face. Joel brushed them all away before kissing you softly. There was no way to properly put into words how much you’d missed this, him. When you pulled back you felt his arms wrap around your waist, “even if you didn’t come back, I’d find you and kill you myself if you thought you were going to get away with leaving me with two monsters to raise on my own.”

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” you buried your face into his chest and breathed him in. It didn’t matter that he was sweaty and dirty; him being here was enough, “you and that mouth and everything else about you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you looped your arms around his neck and held onto him tightly, hugging him as you rocked back and forth, “I love you.”

“Terribly,” he agreed in the way that he was prone to doing, “I’ll always come back home to my girls. Even if I have to come crawling back.”

“Joel!” the small voice came from behind you. You turned to find Ellie there, holding a warmly bundled up Emma in her arms. Word got around fast, “you’re back.”

He let out a sigh of relief at the sight of his girls, dropping to his knees in front of them as he looked them both over. The baby, miraculously, was still sleeping, but he stroked her cheek before repeating the gesture on Ellie. She swallowed thickly, tears unshed in her eyes as he hugged the two of them, gently, delicately.

“I missed you both,” he promised, not that there had ever been a question on that. Ellie nodded, at a loss for words, “what, kid? No smart comment from you?”

“No,” she shook her head, a few tears falling down her cheeks, “I missed you. I’m glad you’re home, Joel.”

“Me too,” he promised, turning back to find you watching them with nothing but reverent fondness in your eyes, as you smiled at him, “me too.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #tlou #tlou hbo

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arcsimper5 · 6 months

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Hehe, the first kiss prompts are irresistible! 😂💙 I’ve got a request, if you find it inspiring, and if not, feel free to ignore!

How about hands on the cheeks… with whomever you are most feelin? 🥹 Just that deliciously satisfying yearning finally coming to fruition? 🙈

Fun to read if you choose to write it! 💙

AHHHH I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this, I've been so caught up in work and writing other stuff but AHHH I FINALLY DID IT!

I went with Hunter, because it just seemed right to me, I hope you like it!

Word count: 2626 Pairing: Hunter x Reader (no name) Rating: M (blood, minor injury, peril, darkness, lots of angst, pining, premature mourning) Please let me know if I missed anything! And thank you so much for the prompt!

“Look out!”

Hunter’s warning came too late for you to respond, the ground beneath you trembling with the force of the cave-in rapidly gaining on your position.

Damn Cid, you thought to yourself, panting for breath as you sprinted forward, Omega by your side, damn her and her stupid missions. The cache she’d bought the location for had been empty, and you’d already known this mission was going to be a disaster when the rain started pouring the moment you touched down.

Now, the rocks that made up the old cave system had finally buckled with the movement of the ground thanks to the water above, beginning with small creaks and groans, quickly turning into certain death, the rocks crashing behind you creating splintering crevasses in the ground.

You first felt your foot slip as the ground opened up beneath you, Omega’s shrill shriek ringing in your ears as the sensation of falling overtook you.

It wasn’t even a conscious thought as you reached for Omega, using all of your strength to grab ahold of her jacket and throw her away from the rapidly growing hole in the ground, her eyes wide as Wrecker caught her midair and turned to run, your footing failing you.

As Omega screamed your name helplessly, Hunter turned, watching in horror as your eyes met seconds before you slipped out of view, consumed by complete and utter darkness.

Rocks and dirt crashed around you, one last deep breath taken as you landed with a sickening crunch onto hard ground, eyes closing as you waited for the end.

The groaning of rock on rock above you made you flinch, like nails on chalkboard, screaming in your ears while tiny streams of dirt and pebbles pelted your face.

Raising your hand in defense, an utterly useless motion against tonnes of rock, you chastised yourself internally, you waited. And waited.

The noise of the collapse faded, the steady flow of dirt and rocks dying out as the world around you settled, no longer tickling your face.

Daring to open your eyes, you found the exercise useless; pure, pitch black surrounded you, blinding you to your surroundings.

Swallowing hard, you dared to move a little, breath hitching as a few rocks fell from the gaps in your armour onto the floor below.

Feeling around, your hands came to rest on a large slab of rock above you, tracing the jagged edges to the sides of the crevasse; it had been caught mere feet above you by sheer luck, your lungs burning as you inhaled a shuddering breath, barely holding back manic laughter.

You’d survived the fall, and narrowly avoided being crushed by the falling rocks, but now you were faced with another problem; escaping your new prison.

Slowing your breathing, your thoughts drifted to Hunter, Omega and the others, tears burning in your eyes.

They were safe. They’d made it out. But Hunter’s scream of your name when he’d seen you fall, the expression in his eyes as he’d watched helplessly… it only added to the regret building inside you.

You should have told him. You should have been honest. You should have admitted you loved him months ago, when you figured it out yourself, a night you’d spent watching stars with him on top of the Marauder, your head laid on his chest as meteors scorched through the inky blackness overhead.

His warmth had radiated through every inch of your body, sending pleasant shivers through you as his hands ran up and down your arms, trying to warm you even more.

You’d come so close to kissing him then, your eyes locked with each others, flickering down to his lips and his to yours, a question in his gaze you wanted so badly to answer.

But as you were about to meet, eyes fluttering closed, preparing to brush your lips together, you jolted apart at Wrecker’s shout as he came out to relieve Hunter of watch, clambering up onto the roof with you and joining in your star watching.

And now… Now you might never get the chance.

The thought awoke something in you, some deep determination you didn’t even realise you possessed.

You were not going to die like this. You were going to find a way out, back to your friends, you family. And you were going to tell Hunter how you felt.

As you nodded to yourself, a soft sound floated through the darkness, the loss of your vision enhancing your other senses to an almost painful degree. Holding your breath, you tilted your head slightly, hope flaring in your heart; it was water… Running water!

If you could find your way to it, there may be an exit to the outside.

With one last firm nod, you steeled yourself, drawing a deep, shuddering breath as you scrambled to your feet and began feeling your way along the walls of the cave, following the sound.

*-*-*

“You must calm down, Hunter,” Tech ordered sternly as he watched Wrecker lift their brother away from the bloodied rocks that blocked what was once the entrance to the cave they had just escaped from, the sergeant’s limbs flailing wildly as he fought against the grip holding him, tears streaming down his face.

“No, no! I need… we need to get her, to get her out!”

Wrecker’s expression was one of pure anguish as he sat Hunter down on a rock next to Omega the young girl’s legs pulled up to her chest, her body rocking as she cried silent tears of her own.

“Your current emotional state is of no use to anyone,” Tech informed him flatly, bending down as Wrecker stepped away, his hands held out as if trying to placate Hunter, like he might bolt back to the rocks at any moment, “we need to think about this clearly and rationally.”

Hunter shook his head, hands trembling as Tech tutted, grabbing his medkit from one of the pouches on his belt and examining his brother’s tattered fingers, the nails broken and ragged from clawing desperately at the rocks, small red rivulets dropping onto the floor below.

“I should, should have been there,” Hunter gasped, wincing as Tech sprayed his wounds with disinfectant, quickly adding bacta and beginning to wrap his fingers one by one, “I should… should have stayed close. She… she’s…”

Wrecker’s breath hitched as he collapsed on the rock Omega was sat on, shaking his head.

“Don’t say it, Hunter,” he pleaded, opening his arm to his sister as she let out a sob, crawling into his lap seeking comfort, “please… don’t…”

“It’s my fault,” Omega sniffed wetly from his arms, every breath hitching as she cried into his chest, “if I hadn’t fallen, if she hadn’t come back for me…”

Behind them, Echo crested the small hill, coming back into view from his trip to the Marauder, a seismic scanner hung around his neck by a frayed canvas strap. He paused as he heard Omega’s sobbing, taking in the sight of his brothers, his jaw clenching.

“Hey, what’s with the tears?” he called sternly, moving to stand in front of them as Tech finished with Hunter’s bandages, the sergeant staring at the ground in despair. “I thought we were getting ready for a rescue?”

“She’s gone,” Hunter croaked, his tone utterly broken, “I… I can’t hear her. Can’t… can’t feel her heartbeat…”

He’d been straining himself since the moment he’d lost sight of her, the fear in her eyes scorched forever into his memory. The settling earth murmured beneath them, the clouds above swelled and flowed across the sky, the sound of a small river a few kilometres away drifted through the air, but that was it.

Every one of the Batch’s heartbeats rang in his ears, but not hers.

Echo frowned at him, waving the seismic scanner in annoyance.

“Why do you think I’ve got this?” he questioned, frustrated as he moved towards Omega, crouching down in front of her. “The rock is too thick for Hunter to hear through. She might have fallen in deep, but she’s tough, like us. We’ll find her using this, and we’ll get her out, yeah?”

Tech frowned, rolling his eyes at his brother.

“The likelihood of her having survived a fall and the subsequent rockslide, along with the risks presented by exposure and dehydration make her chances of survival…”

“Enough,” Echo snapped back at the engineer, snarling as tears conftinued to drip onto the dusty ground at Hunter’s feet, the cyborg letting out a sigh. “We’ve survived worse odds than this. We’ve been through the ringer, and we’re all still here. We’re not giving up, you hear? We’ll get her back.”

Omega nodded, sniffing away her tears and wiping furiously at her face, steeling her expression as met Echo’s gaze, nodding to the seismic scanner.

“I want to help,” she croaked, “tell me how.”

Echo smiled weakly at her, his own emotions welling in his chest. He knew the chances were slim, but so were his chances of survival the Citadel. And yet here he was.

“Atta girl,” he smiled, jerking his head back as he looked at Wrecker. “Tech will come with me. Wreck, stay with Hunter. Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“Gotcha,” Wrecker managed, forcing a smile as he let Omega down from his lap, clapping a large hand on her shoulder in comfort. “Echo’s right, kid. We’ll find her, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay,” Omega replied with a weak smile, fighting back more tears as she latched herself to Echo’s side, the cyborg ignoring the pointed look from Tech as they moved towards the cave entrance, firing up the scanner.

Hunter remained silent as Wrecker came to sat next to him, unsure of what to do. He’d never seen Hunter in a state like this, almost catatonic.

“Ya… ya doin’ okay, Hunter?” he prompted carefully, frowning when his brother huffed in annoyance. “Look, I know it looks bad, but Echo’s right! We’ve been through a lot. She’s tough. If anyone could survive…”

“I should have told her,” Hunter interrupted him, Wrecker drawing back a little to look over Hunter, confused by the statement.

“Uh… Told her what?”

“How I felt,” Hunter breathed, closing his eyes tightly, more fat tears falling into the dirt, staining the earth with his grief. “I… I had so many chances… and I… I couldn’t. She deserves better than a clone. Better than me. I let her down. I’ve done it again, let her fall…”

When he finally looked up, meeting Wrecker’s gaze, there was an utterly broken look in his eyes, one that caused Wrecker’s throat to tighten uncomfortably.

“I love her, Wreck… I love her, and I… I didn’t… I’ll never get to tell her. I… I’m so stupid…”

Falling back into silence, Hunter looked up to the sky, drawing in deep shuddering breaths.

“Ya can’t blame yourself, Hunter,” Wrecker tried desperate, laying a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “she knew what she was doing. She saved ‘Mega.”

“And I should have been there,” Hunter hissed through gritted teeth, anger growing from his sadness, “I should have…”

A sudden splashing sound caught his attention, distant, but clear.

Wrecker began to speak again, but quickly fell silent as Hunter shushed him, standing up and closing his eyes, listening intently.

Tech, Echo and Omega were still at the cave entrance, conversing lowly, the soft hum of the seismic sensor fading into the background as he focused on the faint sound in the distance, the sound echoing over the sand covered hills.

The splashing sounded again, this time accompanied by a gasp and a cough, spluttering and more deep breaths, a faint heartbeat vibrating through the air.

Hunter didn’t even speak, he simply opened his eyes and ran, ignoring Wrecker’s shout after him. He heard Echo, Tech and Omega call as well, their footsteps quickly joining to pursue him, but it didn’t matter.

Not when he could feel that familiar thumping, not when he could hear the clacking of plastoid.

He didn’t know how far he ran, nor did he care about the way his lungs burned with the effort, his legs trembling by the time he crested the hill just above where the sound was coming from, soft words beginning to float through the air, unmistakable.

“Havoc 1, come in? Havoc 2? Echo? Anyone?”

With one last push, he made it to the ridge, his knees giving out as he caught sight of her, the familiar outline, scent and voice overwhelming him.

*-*-*

A gasp of your name behind you made you jump as you pocketed your drenched comm, tutting in annoyance as water ran out of it, the electronics completely fried.

Wondering if you’d imagined it, you turned quickly, you breath hitching in your throat as you saw Hunter kneeled in the sand, his eyes wide, tears rolling down his cheeks as he panted for breath. He had obviously been sprinting, beads of sweat trailing down his forehead, his hair mussed, bandana askew.

“Hunter,” you breathed, the relief in your voice palpable. Scrambling towards him through the ankle deep water, you ignored the sting of the cuts and bruises that littered your body.

The escape from the cave system had been terrifying, being swept down an unground rapid system after wading through the river for some time, clutching at the walls in total darkness. And yet, you’d made it out, battered and beaten, but alive.

As Hunter called your name again, his voice broken with emotion, you scrambled up the bank, tears beginning to spill down your own cheeks as you got closer, his hands reaching out to you, as if he wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real.

Within moments, you were out of the water, your clothes and hair still sopping wet, body trembling with adrenaline and cold, mere steps from him when he grabbed out for you, pulling you to your knees in front of him. A sob left his chest as he pressed his forehead to yours, uncaring of the water that still dripped from every inch of you, his hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs resting on your cheekbones.

“C-Cyare,” he choked, closing his eyes, breathing you in, “I’m so, I’m so kriffing sorry. I should have been there, I should have been with you…”

“Hunter, don’t,” you pleaded thickly, leaning into his embrace, pure relief rushing through every fibre of your being. “I did what I had to, I needed to get Omega out, I…”

Your words were cut off as he tilted his head back, his lips finding yours, crashing your mouths together with a passion that caught you off guard. You whimpered into his mouth as he clutched at you, fingertips digging into your jaw, holding you so tightly it might bruise, like if he let go you might float away.

Moaning as he slid his tongue over your bottom lip, he took full advantage, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss, your own hands moving to cord through his hair, remaining tangled in the thick, sweat soaked curls even as you parted, both panting for breath.

“Should have done that months ago,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours with every word, his eyes focusing on yours, warm swirling pools of molten chocolate causing a swirling deep in your gut, “I should never have waited. I… I love you, cyare… Forgive me?”

As the roar of the Marauder’s engines drifted through the air, the ship growing closer with every passing moment, you simply sighed as you pecked his lips again, tears of joy painting your cheeks.

“There’s nothing to forgive, Hunter,” you reassured him, pressing your foreheads together once more, a shiver running through you both. “And I love you too.”

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #star wars the clone wars #tbb hunter x reader #hunter x reader #tcw #clone wars #sergeant hunter x reader #tbb fanfic #first kiss prompt #for freesia-writes #DaniWrites

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multifandomslxt · 10 months

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NCT 127 and their Sugar Daddy Ratings Pt.3

Kim Jungwoo

a neat 9.78/10 (He's stubborn asf)

He is 100% from a very long line of renowned singers and actors

his great great great great great great grandparents worked with Shakespeare multiple times (He includes that in every conversation)

so yk what that means...

he's a trust fund baby lmaoooo

never had to work a day in his life

but still chooses to

he owns a world-renowned academy for the arts

with branches all over the world

Yall met at a Gala he had to attend

You were a temporary assistant for a snobby and rude guest

and you hated it but you had bills to pay boo

on your very first meeting, he spilled red wine all over your very much white-now pink- dress.

I ain't gon lie

Jungwoo ain't one of the nice rich people

"Watch where you're going."

you had to look up at this bitch like

"???"

now you were pissed and all sticky thanks to his mistake

so you demanded compensation

After some back and forth

he takes you away from the gala and

has his driver carry you both to a high-end boutique

buys a dress 10x more expensive than the one you had on

doesn't give af

begin to pry

asks why you came as a temporary assistant instead of a guest

you tell him you're broke and in between jobs

he offers to pay a lil something in exchange for you keeping your mouth shut about his rude behavior

"I have a reputation to uphold"

safe to say somehow that created a pipeline

and now

he's your sugar daddy

BUT

You guy's HATE each other lmaoo

y'all literally cannot stand each other

but he gets jealous when another man is near you

rather scrape his bare ass against concrete than watch you walk into a cheap ass restaurant

and rather die than hear you can't make rent this month

But my gosh...

The sex?!?!

hate sex is superior btw

"5 minutes ago you were calling me a jerk and now you're all fucked out on my bed heh."

"I can't fucking stand you and your attitude. Shut the fuck up and strip"

He 'hates' you but his hands are always wrapped around your waist when y'all are in public

He 'hates' you but has your favorite coffee order and every mole on your body memorized.

he 'hates you but smiles like a fool when you text him.

Lee Haechan

imma give him a 11/10 (he's great just horny lmaoo)

a professional menace lemme just say lmaoo

He's a world-famous singer

Owns his own record company

with famous artists

you guys met at his concert

a meet and great

he was immediately smitten by you

asked you out for coffee when everything was finished

and yall hit it off

y'all became friends (you expected more didn't you lmaoo)

at some point shit hit the fan and you couldn't make ends meet

Haechan being the friend he is offers to help you until you were back on your feet

but you being you said no

lmaoo

As if that would stop him

from paying our rent for the rest of the year

and stocking up your fridge every weekend

'accidentally' sending you 10k every weekend

and buying you a car to "get around"

one day he just outright admits that he is both your friend and sugar daddy

fucking hell lmaooo

he gives you a card under his name for anything

Will spontaneously take you on trips to places you've never been

when you complain he threatens to shut you up with 'something'

yes you've found out multiple times what that something was

hehe

"I sent you 10k last week and you still haven't spent it. What do you want me to do? fuck the stubbornness out of you?"

"You don't like when daddy spends his money on you pretty girl? too fucking bad"

yall 100% have frantic and needy s3x

#nct imagines #nct yuta #nct fanfic #nct taeyong #nct dream #nct doyoung #nct fluff #nct 127 #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct mark #nct taeil #nct jaehyun #nct jungwoo #nct johnny #nct haechan #multifandomslxt

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feitania · 2 years

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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞; 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬; 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: it doesn't matter if you're not their biological younger sibling -when you decided to move in with the haitani brothers you sealed the deal with the devil and now you're the owner of one over-protective beauty queen who always needs to be in your buisness and a messy sports nerd who plays his awful mixtapes all day long.

Or; how Rindou's birthday results in a very unexpected after-show that involves Izana Kurokawa in your bed.

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: Haitani Rindou, Kurokawa Izana, Kakucho, Mochizuki Kanji, Mucho, Madarame Shion, Ran Haitani

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: usage of drugs and alcohol, kissing, Rindou-centric, not beta read nor really written with a thought, pure brain damage.

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: happy birthday Rindou! And happy I love Izana Kurokawa day! This is a mess and I'm proud of it hehe. This is basically either the prequel to the kissing incident mentioned in the first part or the sequel - you choose how often you kissed Izana already.

It's 4 am and you find yourself sitting on the ground in front of the couch table, looking at the half eaten birthday cake slowly melting away in the heat of the apartment.

Near to all party guests are either already home sleeping, passend out due to other things or sitting somewhere and talking quietly.

The birthday-boy, Rindou, sits opposite of you.

Someone got him hair chalk for his birthday and now he looks like rainbow dash from my little pony, colored in probably the most horrendous color combination in the world but looking pretty content with himself.

He's also staring at the birthday cake.

"So," you start and stop a a drop of molten butter cream from dropping onto the carpet, "what are we gonna do with them?"

"Dude, I don't know," your brother answers, finally meeting your gaze, then looking over to your current problems, slumped over the other end of the table like corpses stacked upon each other.

Problem one, Shion, is drooling onto the glass and wheezing with every breath he takes - you're still happy that he's at least still breathing - while his, in comparison to Mochi, lanky form is slowly suffocated by the gorilla/brickwall that is Mochizuki - problem number two.

Problem three is Mucho who looks even worse; he is under the table so you and Rindou can look straight through the glass into his glazed over eyes and red face. He tries talking to you two but you can't understand him with the cigarette he tries to keep between his lips (unlit by the way, Ran would never let this happen)

You lean your head into your hands as support as you watch the troup of deadbeat drunk boys on the ground and Kakucho aka the fourth problem, slow dancing in the background with himself. If you weren't tipsy yourself you would probably have an easier time getting the boys concious again but right now your brain doesn't really work too well.

"If I would have known that they escalate like that with the absinthe I wouldn't have opened it."

Rindou sounds pretty sure of himself.

You doubt that.

Your brother spent the last week non-stop talking about the pernod absinthe Ran oh so gernerously gifted him a few days earlier so he could open it at exactly 12 o' clock on his birthday.

"How are we going to get them out of here? Or should we just let them...you know..die?"

"Maybe we can make it more comfortable for them and leave the waking up and making sure they don't have any brain damage to Ran?"

"Very good Idea."

You pity Ran - but only a litte. He was the one buying all the alcohol and getting the amnesia haze, so it's his fault you conclude.

Right now your oldest brother is in his room, locked away from the music and people, sleeping like a princess.

And you intend to keep it that way - he needs enough energy to not be a bitch in the morning and you really just want to go to bed and sleep for a very long time, without someone waking you up because "if I have to be awake feeling like shit you have to be too."

Rindou abruptly stands up wide awake out of the blue.

He walks around the couch to grab Mochizukis feet, leaving you on the ground to process what's happening, squads down and starts pulling the big man off of Shion.

You lean back a little to relax your back when you are all caught up with the situation to overwatch the whole thing. You don't really feel like helping him if he is so set on using his last burst of energy for this.

Groaning, Rindou rolls the bigger guy over the carpet and Shion lets out a concerning gasp for air in his deep, drunken slumber when the weight is lifted off him. You assume this was a close call and Rindou just saved him from dying.

"Damnit, he should stop eating so much chicken rolls," the purple eyed murmurs.

Mochizuki moves a little further to the side thanks to your brothers helping hands and mumbles a very whiney, "chicken..." before he continues to snore away peacfully.

"I think I'm going to capture Kakucho," you say and finally stand up to approach the still dancing youngest, who got high for the first time and seems a little out of this world.

"Sure."

Rainbow dash aka Rindou is falling onto the couch again, eyes closed and searching for a blanket to wrap himself in to.

Kakucho is swaying around as if he's levitating and when you put your hand on his shoulder he just grabs it to intertwine your hands with his and swirls you around - well he attempts to at least but with your added weight his sense of balance gets severely irritated and before you can try to prevent a disaster you are both falling - only for soft, strong hands to wrap around your waist and stop you from hitting the ground.

Kakucho doesn't get the luxury, he falls and slams to the floor where he stays. Dead to the world or dead for real, you can't check on him any further.

"Jeez, are you stupid or something?" Rindou quips and puts his head on your shoulder.

It's a life saving talent of his; to maneuver himself over to you blind and wrapped in a fluffy blanket and reacting in time even under the influence of alcohol.

"We always have to come to save you, you're like a dependant baby duck or something."

Turning around you hug your obviously drunk brother and pet his multi-colored hair reassuringly.

"I think you're the duck, Rini."

"I'm a big duck."

"Sure."

Both of you plod over to the couch again and Rindou pulls you down, still attached to your hip, and huddles you two together.

"I'm the biggest duck in the world."

"Okay."

"And the strongest," he adds slughishly. His eyes are fully closed now, he dirfts into dream land hugging you like the big duck he is.

After two more incidents with Mucho trying to get out of the couch-table-prison and Kakucho crawling into an armchair your brother is fully asleep and lets go of your body.

You get up, very tired and ready to just fall into bed.

On your way to turn off the lights and music you kick empty cups, an arm and various ballons out of your way.

Then you fumble with Rindou's DJ booth and hope he doesn't kill you for just pulling the plug dramatically.

It takes you exactly 15 minutes to find your way to your room in the dark and when you finally enter the awaited safe space you don't even question that the door is unlocked and a person is already occupying your bed.

The bed is soft and warm when you fall into it. It's so comfortable that you don't stand up again to get rid of Rindou's hoodie and your shorts, instead you just kinda fight your way out of them. Finding your clothes again is a problem for the next day.

Sleepy, half naked and not afraid to fall into a three years slumber you let your hand search for a pillow but what your hands find is not fabric when they wander to the side - it's soft hair.

You pull it - just to make sure - and when someone slaps your hand away with a groogy "what the fuck Y/N?" You are up and awake again.

"Izana? What the actual fuck are you doing here?" You scream-whisper into the dark.

"Sleeping."

"In my bed?!"

The white haired sits up so his figure is looming over you in the dark.

"Where else?"

"Ran will kill you. He will literally kill you if he knows you are here," you warn Izana but it's not very threatening to him. Both of you know he cold fold both of your brothers in half in a matter of seconds. But you keep this a secret for pride's sake.

Also because you know that, if Rindou and Ran ever get behind the fact that no, maybe threatening everyone to stay away from you might not work, you will never be able to go out alone again.

"Then let's not tell him."

"Are you suggesting I let you sleep here? In secret?"

"Yeah."

With that Izana is seemingly done with the conversation and lies down again. When you don't follow him he breaths out rather loud and annoyed and turns on his side to look at you.

A tanned hand grabs your thigh and massages soothing circles into your skin.

"Don't be difficult."

You raise your brows - which he doesn't see but it's important to you to express your feelings anyway.

"You are the difficult one, Kurokawa."

"Don't call me that."

"Difficult?"

"Kurokawa. Call me Izana."

"The point still stands."

Instead of answering Izana decides it's time to take actions and before you can register what's happening the world turns and you're on your back, the boy in your bed now fully caging you from above.

"Stay this way," he says rather bossy. In the darkness of your room his violet eyes and white lashes look demonic. But in a weirdly sexy way.

The sexy demon is still over you so you just stare back into his eyes. Which seems to confuse or even provoke him because his face crunches up into something you can't place. It's a mix between anger and excitement.

A hand, that was next to your head a few seconds ago, cups your cheek out of the blue, caressing your face in a gentle and shy way.

It doesn't fit Izana's expression but he was always hard to read.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Huh? No, you know that."

"Do you like someone?"

"I don't know."

Jealousy flashes in his eyes (you assume from the look you get as an answer)

He's getting closer, your noses are touching and you can feel his breath on your skin.

"Can I kiss you?" Izana mutters, against your lips, his eyes are closing.

"Sure why not."

His eyes open abruptly. He distances himself from you a few inches to blink at you.

"Did you just say 'sure why not'?"

He sounds geniuenly confused but to your defense it was a pretty positive answer to his risky question.

"Yeah?"

"Oh my- you know what fuck it. I don't get you Haitanis either way."

With that he closes the distance again to finally kiss you passionately.

He kisses you as if he was waiting for this moment the whole night - which is actually the case you hear later from Kakucho - and you match his passion; burrying your hands in his hair and hooking your legs around his waist.

The next morning you climb out of his death grip and leave him alone to make your way to Ran's room.

Just as expected Rindou has already made his way into his brothers bed in the night and you find them in a ball of blankets, pillows, arms and legs in the dark.

Ran has his sleeping mask on and a very unsatisfyed look on his face, presumably because his little brother took over most of the mattress and has his foot sattled on Rans back. Rindou is smearing the hair chalk all over Ran's satin sheets. He looks happy.

With a smile you throw yourself into the mess and hog the best blanket before one of them wakes up and fights you for it.

taglist:

@naorizenin @giselle-bgtm @verykai-yuh @bluerskiees @bontensbabygirl @virtue-and-beneviolence

#yeah I finally came to actually writing something #I could also just answer the 100 questions in my ask box or finally write my parents and friends back that I didn't die #but that wouldn't be fun would it?#because hell am I mentally not alright #anyway~#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #haitani brothers #ran haitani #haitani rindou #rindou haitani #haitani ran #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #kakucho #izana kurokawa #kanji mochizuki #shion madarame #izana x reader

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slayter-kinney · 2 months

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i've been trying to formulate how i feel about wad and this era of phandom since i finally got the chance to watch wad all the way through with my girlfriend last night and after sobbing violently following the smash mouth credits i think i have some semblance of a train of thought. long ramble incoming after the read more hehe

for context, i've been watching dnp for about 10 years, which for some of you is an extremely long time and for others is piddly. regardless, a decade of my life has been spent in varying amounts watching dan and phil and interacting with the phandom. and part of what i was trying to express to my gf after watching the show was that it really is a sense of pride to see the sad clown poster child for being, well, sad, to open up about his mental health struggles, to coming out, to making we're all doomed. i think this is a very similar reaction to the pride a lot of us feel for dan.

for me too, though, it's been the phandom (hi guys lol). I was really active in the phandom from like 2014ish-2017 (at which point i still watched videos as they were posted but i also just wasn't on tumblr as much and i had ~college~ to focus on), but that time was very formative teenage years for me during which i was going through similar mental health struggles, struggling with sexuality, regular ol' teenage demons, etc. and this sort of phandom revival has been making me feel this ridiculous nostalgia for those teenage years (even tho i was fighting for my life the whole time lol). i can sooo distinctly remember where i was when certain videos were uploaded, the feeling of being curled up in my bed at midnight in the summer with my iphone 5c catching up on the previous years' videos, making subpar edits on my phannie instagram while i was on a plane for my family's summer vacation.

having both the boys and the phandom (more) active again gives me that nostalgic feeling but with the feeling that everything feels So Much Better Now. i get the same excitement and rush watching new videos, sharing around edits and gifs, being insane with you all, but with the knowledge that i am older and i am better now. in a lot of personal ways i'm literally living the life i so desperately wanted when i was a teen and now i get to live it but with the same things that brought me joy when i was a sad 15 year old. despite the nostalgia, i dont think i would choose to go back to that time, but getting to look back on it now, and watch videos where dan and phil are unapologetically gay and happy and soulmate-y, see dan living his theatre kid dreams and is so so proud of his work, and to have this community of you all where we're all old(er) and queer and so proud of our dads (sorry). it's indescribable despite my best efforts to describe it. and yes i know i don't actually talk to a lot of you that's cause im awkward and bad at replying but if you've made it this far this is your open invite to start a convo with me in dms/ask box. anyways. i love you all. i love our boys. im grateful to be here with all of you.

#okay to rb / add your own thoughts if you’d like!#dan and phil #phandom #dnp #daniel howell #we’re all doomed #phil lester #amazingphil #mine #phan

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pacifymebby · 1 year

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Since it’s the holidays, what would the peaky boys do if their SO knitted them a truly horrendous sweater and they have to pretend to like it so they don’t hurt her feelings

aw this is cute, I would highly encourage people to send more festive themed requests for both Peaky Blinders and Scream hehe <3

Tommy

🌿You're nervous about giving him this present because you spent so much time on it, and because you struggled to know what to get him? What do you get the wealthiest, most notorious gangster in the midlands? He can already buy himself whatever he likes...

🌿Thats why you chose something homemade... You worked for several months on this, knitting it whenever you had the opportunity to, it was something to fill the time and distract you from your nerves whenever he was away on Peaky Business

🌿And Tommy knows you're nervous, he can see it in your eyes. He also already knows what you've made for him (come on you didn't think you could keep a secret from this man?)

🌿So he's prepared. The ugliness doesn't surprise him because he's already spoilt the surprise, he found it two nights ago, before you had the opportunity to wrap it.

🌿He unwraps it carefully, he already knows exactly what he's going to say so as not to hurt your feelings. He's planned his "surprised" face in advance.

🌿"so this is what you've been doing whilst I've been away?" he chuckles giving you a warm smile. He holds it up, displays it to the rest of the family with a sheepish/knowing smile. He takes the L graciously and lets his brothers smirk

🌿but if anyone says anything rude or makes an actual joke... well, lets just say they've seen the warning in Tommy's eyes. They aren't going to say anything. In fact they're probably all going to swallow their laughs and cough and say something about how lovely it is.

🌿Tommy would kiss you on the cheek and thank you again, he'd probably say something about how thoughtful you are. He's actually very touched that you would go to all that effort to make something for him. It kind of makes him nostalgic for when he was a child and his mother used to knit them jumpers.

🌿 he's not exactly sure why you've done it though, it's not like you live on artillery square these days.. you could have bought anything with all the money the two of you have.

🌿still, he will wear it, inside the house, only in front of the family. And, he's already warned his brothers that if they tell anyone about the sweater, they're for it.

Alfie

🐻 Alfie finds it amusing, he unwraps the jumper and holds it up in front of his face and chuckles.

🐻 "You were feeling artistic this year my little ziskeit... well now ain't that just adorable... yeah thats what this is, fuckin adorable poppet..."

🐻 He's go on a long little speech about how beautiful it, admiring the craftsmanship, he'd ask you about the details of it, "what made you pick this colour... and why did you choose that pattern?"

🐻 He would wear it for the day, as long as it was just you and him.

🐻 Because he doesn't celebrate Christmas, he'd be at your house with your family, so of course he's going to wear it and compliment it, he doesn't want to look like a bad partner.

🐻 And if any of your family members, say you had an annoying little brother, said it was ugly or that it was a stupid gift, Alfie would stand up for you.

🐻 "Nah mate, what we have here right, what this gorgeous specimen of wool-work right here is, is a gift from the heart... and you know the thing about gifts yeah, gifts should always come from the heart."

🐻 He might also mutter something about them being a little shit. You may or may not get to hear that part.

🐻 He'd keep it safe for the next year and surprise you on Christmas morning by wearing it, "Alfie! I honestly thought you hated that thing!" "What this? Nah poppet, how could I hate something you put so much time and thought into...."

Arthur

🍂"what the fuck..." he'd breath without thinking when he first sees it. He'd be completely taken by surprise.

🍂but then he'd remember that you were right there with him and that even if this was the ugliest thing he'd ever seen, you'd made it for him

🍂so he'd cough and say something like, "I... I mean... you make this for me yourself love?" and then when you nod timidly, nervously, he'd force a big grin and act amazed.

🍂"I didn't realise how talented you were sweetheart, how'd you keep this secret eh?" he wants to know so that next time you try to surprise him with something so ugly, he can be prepared.

🍂 He would definitely wear it. He'd be embarrassed and it would be impossible for him to hide that embarrassment, his blush would be burning, but he'd wear it and he'd try to wear it proudly.

🍂 Like Tommy, it would remind him of when he was a child and his mother used to make their clothes for them. He knows it takes a lot of love and care to knit a whole jumper for someone and he'd grateful that you love him enough to invest so much time into his gift.

🍂 he probably then feels a little guilty for thinking its so ugly.

🍂 he might physically threaten Finn or John if they make a joke about how daft it looks.

John

🌼 will straight up tell you its the ugliest thing he's ever seen... he can't lie to you about it, he knows that if he doesn't say it someone else will, and also.... it may be ugly but he absolutely adores it.

🌼 in short he thinks its hilarious and pulls it on right away.

🌼 however, only he is allowed to laugh at it. If any of his brothers say anything to him about how stupid he looks wearing that "thing" he'll threaten to hit them

🌼 but there's no fighting on Christmas so a threat is all it takes. Nobody wants throttling at midnight when its technically not Christmas anymore.

🌼 he'd apologise to you for saying its ugly but he won't take it back, he'll kiss you and chuckle and say "honestly flower its so bad, I love it, I love you... thank you."

🌼 he will definitely tease you about it. "What am I getting next year? matching trousers I hope..."

🌼 he will be genuinely impressed that you managed to knit him a whole sweater thought, there will be a level of admiration and curiosity there. Next time you have your needles out he'll be watching you, trying to pretend he isn't watching you... but definitely watching you, kind of fascinated.

🌼 he'll joke that you should knit one for yourself too, then you can be matching.

Bonnie

🍀 He is so touched that you've gone to all the effort to make him something. You always give each other handmade gifts but he knows how long this will have taken you

🍀 he's pretty used to ugly sweaters... he's been getting them since he was wee, but he's really touched that you've made him one.

🍀 It definitely reminds him of his mother and the ugly handmedown sweaters he wore as a small boy, all of which had been made for his sisters by his mother, none of which suited him

🍀 He doesn't even really see it as ugly. It is ugly, everyone else can see that its fucking awful, a horrendous piece of clothing.. but Bonnie sees a sweater you knitted for him, that his little dove made just for him... so he thinks its great regardless.

🍀 of course he wears it. He wears it proudly too, tells people without any shame that you made it for him. He's genuinely incredibly pleased with it.

🍀 he will wear it every day of winter if he can get away with it.

🍀and if any of the other lads say anything to him he'll just gloat at them, "oh aye and what did your girlfriend get you eh? oh wait..."

🍀 the next year he'd try really really hard to learn how to knit so that he can make you something. You get an ugly scarf... thats a bit too long... that you have to finish off for him because he didn't really know how to do it.

Isaiah

🐀 again... he won't really be able to lie to you. Not very well at least.

🐀 he'll tell you it's lovely, but you'll be able to see straight through his awkward smile. Apart from anything else this is one of the first times you've seen him speechless. His eyes have gone wide and he's looking at the sweater like he thinks its about to bite him

🐀 "you don't have to pretend to like it Isaiah... It's pretty bad right..." you'd say with an awkward smile of your own. He'd be able to see the sadness in your eyes though, the way you're wincing and biting your lip. That would make him feel guilty so he'd shake his head and insist.

🐀 "no love, no it's perfect... you really made this all by yourself? Just for me? It must have taken you so long!" he'd try extra hard to convince you of how good it is. "Wish I could do stuff like this... you're one talented lass."

🐀 he'd wear it for five minutes. Long enough to see himself in the mirror, remember how stupid he looks in it, and then think of a genius idea.

🐀 "you know doll, you know what would look really nice? If you wore this? Come on, you know I think it's hot when you wear my clothes..."

🐀 and it does look much cuter on you... he thinks you're pretty enough to get away with wearing it. Nothing is too ugly for you, you look beautiful in everything.

🐀 makes it much easier to lie about how nice the sweater is when it's on someone as pretty as you.

Michael

☘️ He would look at it... his eyes would go wide... he'd shake his head...

☘️ he would sigh, really really trying not to say anything bad.

☘️ "well?" you'd ask nervously.

☘️ Polly would be watching with an amused smirk, but when he son still doesn't say anything she'd roll her eyes and she'd say something instead, "well isn't that just lovely Michael a homemade sweater! This looks just like the ones My sister used to knit for the boys when they were little..."

☘️ then Michael would finally find some words and cough, he'd be super awkward about it but he'd say something about how nice it was that you'd been so thoughtful

☘️ he doesn't get it though, he doesn't understand about homemade gifts being meaningful. He's a materialistic kind of lad and does wish you'd just bought him something nice from the stores.

☘️ however, he knows that if he doesn't out that sweater on and pretend its the best gift he's ever been given, Polly will twist his ear off and potentially kill him for being such an ungrateful shit.

☘️ so he'd force a smile and kiss your cheek and tell you "its marvellous love, its great, really great..." and when you ask him to try it on he will. But he won't wear it in front of Tommy and his other cousins. Actually he won't be seen wearing it by any one other than you and his mum.

☘️ he might lose it before the New Year.

#peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders headcanon #michael gray #Michael gray x reader #Tommy Shelby x reader #alfie solomons x reader #bonnie gold x reader #Arthur Shelby x reader #John Shelby x reader #isaiah jesus x reader

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lorkai · 8 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: @lemonandlime22 First of all, I'm sending you good vibes and hugs! I wish you a very happy birthday even through its tomorrow hehe⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾. Now, I know you like Riddle so I wrote a little something for him (initially I had write with Jamil, good thing I asked you abt your fav character) and I hope you like it hehe. As I said before it's kinda cheesy really but I quite liked the result. For reference this is how I pictured Riddle's hair. Guys, everyone go wish them a very happy birthday!!!

"I don't see how that can be considered a gift." Riddle grumbled, softly, quietly, despite his words, the melting expression on his face tells you everything you need to know as you continue combing and styling his beautiful red hair. "We could have a small unbirthday party. We could play croquet and feed the hedgehogs and flamingos or even go to the beach."

But you ignore him, noting the slight flush in his cheeks and the way he shivers whenever you playfully scratch the base of his neck. His disapproving look is funny enough that you almost burst out laughing, but manage to control yourself at the last second. From your point of view, Riddle looks a lot like a kitten, skittish, but very cute and you know he doesn't know it and wouldn't believe it if someone said so.

After all, he has a serious image to maintain.

"It's my birthday," You smile. The hairstyle you've been doing for the last few minutes almost done. "So I can choose my gift, sweetie. And I choose a quiet day where I can rest from our usual chaos and have you by my side, maybe we could play some board games and drink ice tea. I haven't decided yet, but we have time. It's still morning."

Riddle's hair was as soft as silk, your fingers swimming through the perfect locks as you finish the little braids. Through the mirror, you could see the light expression on his face, eyes closed, a smile on his lips, despite dissuading you about not wanting a party, Riddle looked as peaceful as you did at that moment.

The light coming in through the window somehow made him almost ethereal. You pulled back, looking at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror, you had managed to bring out the beauty that emanated from him, he was still the same iron-fisted leader the other students feared but there was something else there. A hidden beauty that maybe only you would be able to notice. You smiled again, when he was present it was impossible not to smile.

"Open your eyes," You encouraged him. The fruit of your labor cheering you up beyond belief. He was so cute you had to control yourself not to hug him tight until he exploded like he was a balloon. "look at the perfection I created!"

There was a second of silence, Riddle's eyes focused on the image in front of him. He moved his head from side to side, finally he smiled. Just as you'd imagine, Riddle felt refreshed and confident. That moment of care and attention meant more than words could express, Riddle took your hand in his, kissing your palm.

"It's like a work of art." He said, getting up from the chair he'd been sitting in and turning to face you. There was a lot in that look; affection, care, but mostly love, you had taught him that rules weren't always important, you had taught him patience and kindness. And he still had a long way to go to improve and be a good boyfriend and friend, but as long as you were there for him, things would work out.

"You are a work of art." He murmured, face slowly approaching yours to place a light kiss on your lips. Smooth as a bird's wings, yet fast enough to leave you wanting more. You smiled at the compliment.

His hands held your face and, contrary to the embarrassment and blush that always dominated him, Riddle covered your face with kisses. And the contact made you laugh with joy, returning the small kisses with eagerness.

In that moment it was just you and your boyfriend, and your hearts beating in sync. And you knew that whatever way you spent that day you didn't care if you just had him by your side the whole time. A special day should be spent with a special person.

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lxm-memories · 2 years

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Congrats on 500!! Im very proud and happy for you!! Can I ask for accidental kisses with shu? Ty and congrats once again!!

lxm-memories' 500 followers event drabble

✧ shu yamino x gn!reader

✧ prompts: accidental kisses

✧ a/n: hehe, shuuuuu

Shu was currently in a dilemma.

He didn't know the what the right decison would be to do at this very moment to solve said dilemma.

Actually, he knew. He just didn't know when the right timing was to do it.

But you just looked so huggable right now, even kissable. With his shirt he had worn a few hours prior over your form and your bare legs crossed over each other.

It would also be pretty easy for him to slide a hand towards your thigh to feel your skin against his own. He liked that feeling very much, somehow it made him feel safe. And closer to you than usual. Shu liked being close to you.

He found it pretty cute too how you still haven't noticed that his attention is not on the projected screen in front of the two of you, but rather solely on you. The more he stared the more things he noticed.

Like how dishelved your hair was right now and how the scattered bruises on your neck have started to purple a tiny bit.

So here was Shu's dilemma.

Should he either kiss every bruise on your neck, or kiss your very squishable flushed cheeks?

It was a pretty hard decision, a decision Shu has spent a lot of time pondering as he keeps staring at you.

Blinking a few more times, Shu decides to kiss you on your cheeks. Your neck has gone through enough for tonight. He doesn't notice how your lips have started to move and how your head turns around as he leans in to give your cheek a peck. "Shu? You feeling okay, you've been staring quite a long time on-"

He ends up pressing his lips against your own.

And to be honest, it was the outcome he liked the most despite not having it as an option.

Leaning away slightly from the sorcerer, you quirk an eyebrow as your lips turn upwards. "What, haven't had enough?" you tease, and Shu merely chuckles before he rests his forehead against your shoulder, turning his head to kiss the nearest bruise on your body.

The action causes you to flinch a tiny bit.

"Cute," is the only thing he murmurs. His arm eventually sneaks around your waist as he uses his bodyweight to push you down onto the bed again, hovering above you with a tender smile.

"To be fair, I was actually planning on kissing you on the cheek," he whispers, leaning into your hand that had come up with cradle his own cheek. "Is that so? Then why haven't I gotten one yet?" you ask, prompting the sorcerer to lean down.

But instead of kissing your cheek, he pecks your nose. "That's not my cheek."

"Whoops, an accident." Shu quickly says, moving his lips to your eyelids, "Oops, missed again." and the sorcerer continues to avoid your cheeks, instead opting to kiss your forehead, your neck, the various bruises against your neck and shoulder and even your chest over his shirt. It's only when he leans away from your lips for the nth time, licking over his lips before he utters: "Missed again." that causes you to laugh, you choosing to kiss him on the cheek instead.

"You're so silly."

#luxiem #luxiem x reader #luxiem imagines #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #[[ lxm memories 500 event !! ]]

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hiorisgf · 1 year

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##POV: YOU BECAME THE SECOND LEAD YOU WISHED YOU DIDN'T BECOME

↪🤡🤡🤡 clown behavior frfr/Them as second male leads in a romance manga

↪ft. Isagi, Hiori, Chigiri

↪What's on your mind: HOW DO I DRAW OMG HELP ME also teach me how to write angst fics whilst teaching me how to draw sad bunny too hehe

Isagi Yoichi

As your childhood friend who's always secretly pined for you

Isagi Yoichi, for the longest time, had always loved you. From the first meeting—to the the day you walk down the aisle to marry the man you love. The man that would never be him. And maybe even longer than that. Isagi is full of love he wants to give you and yet can't. Because it won't be him you'll choose, because it won't be him who'll be your endgame.

Feelings unsuited for someone who's supposed to be just a friend is the kind of feelings Isagi Yoichi holds for you. It's shameful, saddening, disappointing to know that despite being the one who stuck by your side the most—it won't be him you'll pick in the end.

But oddly enough the thought no longer pained him as much as before.

Maybe it's because he's already long accepted the fact that you won't glance his way for even a split second and reciprocate this feelings he's held within for so long. Maybe it's because Isagi tries to busy himself with focusing more time on soccer. Either way, the thought no longer hurted as much as it would have before.

But Isagi hates it, the fact that he's accepted the fact that he'd only stay as your friend for all eternity as easily as he did. His love seemed weak, ingenuine, when it was anything but that. But when he sees you look at someone the same way he looks at you—with hearts and pure, unadultarated love in the eyes of yours he adores most; he's forced to do nothing but bite his tongue and swallow the bitter pill of truth.

It's times like this Isagi wishes he wasn't such a down-to-earth kind of man. Because even in his wildest dreams, he can't imagine a parallel universe where it'd be him you'd pick out of the dozen that catched your interest. He can't imagine a future where it'd be him standing by the altar—wearing a ring similar to yours. Because he knows, because he's fully aware of the situation he's in and the way you view him. He wishes he could be a bit illogical, daydreaming of a future where it was him whom recueved your words of love, the one who'd feel your lips press against his. But even if he wishes, prayed to the gods. He'd never experience it. In his dreamland, or in this cruel reality he's forced to live in.

And so when he sees you look happy in another's arms; he only grits his teeth and looks away. Nails digging onto his palms as he tries to stop the tears from running down his cheeks and onto the ground. Because he thinks if even only a single drop escapes, he's not sure if he'd be able to stop the tears from overflowing.

Hiori Yo

As your seatmate that's held feelings for you the longest time.

In every new year, in every new class, Hiori always seemed to be the one thing that remained consistent for you. Like some strange play of fate, the two of you were always on the same class with the same status as each other's seatmates. A status that gradually began to change and upgrade over time as the two of you spent the day together.

A smile exchanged, small talks before class starts, playing games after class, sharing notes when the other needed it. It was the things he's grown familiar to. The things he'd want to take a step further. Hiori wants more than just friendly smiles; he wants to greet you goodmorning with a kiss on the cheek, telling you sweet nothings and the ameteur poems he's composed with you in mind. He wants to tell you 'I love you' and he wants to hear the same thing from your lips and said solely to him too.

And for a moment, Hiori thought the gods was on his side. As coincidences upon coincidences stacked up against each other, practically forcing the two of you to interact—the two of you grew closer by the end of the day. And before he's realised, he's fallen deep inlove to the point of no return.

And then suddenly the gods no longer stayed on his side anymore.

Conversations cut short, ending with only a simple 'bye'. A conversation revolving around another person you liked, a dorky smile on your lips as you utter their name with nothing but adoration. It twists and turns his chest in a way it hurts, it's unlike the butterflies he's felt that'd flutter around as he talks to you. It's painful, bittersweet, and heavy. Something Hiori finds unpleasant to feel.

But regardless, he continues to love you the same way he does before he's felt this heavy feelings that clouds his mind and leaves him sour.

It was a mistake.

A sentence. 'I love you'. The three words he's lomged to hear, but you don't say it to him. But to the one you've been speaking off, the one whom you've cut off your times with him for. A kiss to the lips but it isn't him you're sharing your first kiss with.

Despair. A emotion that is overflowing as he holds the now crumpled letter in his hand. Ah. Why are the gods so cruel?

Hyoma Chigiri

As your first love who took too long to realize his feelings

Regret. It was the one thing that remained constant in his life eversince the injure of his leg. Even if he's solved the regret he's felt regarding his leg—another would pop up and keep him from being truly happy. This time, it seems, it was the fact he didn't treat you better when he was given the chance to.

The color grey fills his world, and he drowns in a deep sea of regret as he remembers the times you've trued to break his barriers and get close. Wincing when he remembers the times he's pushed you away and build his walls a ten times stronger than before. He wishes he didn't treat you as harshlt as he did.

Maybe if he didn't, you'd still by his side.

Maybe you'd even be his lover by now if he just learned to appreciate the many things you did for him. Maybe if he wasn't so busy wallowing himself in pity and actually made the effort to get to know you better, to spend more time with you when you still felt the spark of first love with him;then maybe a future where the two of you existed together as lovers and leave this world as spouses whom died together would have existed.

It's painful. Thinking of the many possible outcomes tht would've come if he had just appreciated you a bit sooner—a bit faster than now. And it pains him even more knowing those outcomes would now only remain hypothetical, never having the chance to come true now that he's wasted the chance and took your affections for granted.

Hours and days he's spent wishing he could turn back the hands of the clock and return back to the past where you still looked at him with love so pure he swears he could faint. Maybe then, he'd actually manage to make one of the many outcomes he's dreamed of and turn it into a reality where he'd exist comfortably and happily in. Even if he didn't belong.

But he wasn't god and turning back tine was humanly impossible. So now, he's forced to face the outcome of his stupid—idiotic actions from before. Lamenting the fact he's done you so wrong for personal reasons that were rather stupid.

#blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #isagi x reader #chigiri x y/n #chigiri x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #hyoma chigiri x reader #hiori yo x reader #yo hiori x reader #hiori x reader #@@.xylvie's works

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jessicas-pi · 7 months

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1, 2, 7, 21, 30, and 66 for the ask game!

YEEHAW, LET'S GO!!

Okay, so, The first three you've chosen are ALL in the Time Heals 'Verse!!

1: Time Heals Old Hate (put your armor on)

Mace chuckled quietly to himself as he looked at the two Padawans, fast asleep on the couch in the common room of the ship. Shrugging off his cloak, he quietly draped it over them. Jacen shifted in his sleep as the cloak settled around him, and his presence started to prickle with unease. Mace understood instantly—he’d spent too long around soldiers not to recognize the telltale Force-effect of a nightmare.

hehe hoohoo angst

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2: Time Heals Book 3 (Title Pending)

Sabine awoke on the shore of a lake that gleamed like a thousand stars.

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7. What Time Cannot Take (Long As We Are Loved)

(This oneshot is a prequel to the main series, set shortly after Jedi Night. I've made myself cry over it twice already.)

“Could… could you teach me?” Sabine looked over at him, blinking her eyes quickly—from the blazing brightness of the Lothal sunset, and the tears burning her eyes. “Teach you?” “Teach me. The—” Ezra’s voice faltered, and he took a shaky breath. “The remembrance.”

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21. Graveyards and ghost towns (and other stuff you wouldn't expect to be bonding experiences but were anyway)

Kanan pulled his phone out of his pocket, and frowned. “Hold on. I gotta take this,” he said, and answered: “Kid, what’s up? Aren’t you at school?” Ezra didn’t answer right away, but when he did, his voice wobbled. “Mr. Jarrus? I’m… it’s…” He sniffed. “ ‘s not a good day.” Alarms started ringing in Kanan’s head. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

(you really did choose all the angsty fics, didnt'cha?)

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30. How To Train Your Mythosaur

“We have one goal: end the attacks.” Ursa looked around the table in the longhouse, eyes cold. “We cannot let the dragons keep raiding our village. We have to bring the fight to them.”

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66. The Surprisingly Angsty No Order 66 AU!!

“It’s not too late to back out,” Leia said, for the seventh time, as the ship touched down. Ezra shook his head, standing up. “I have to do this.” “You literally don’t, but whatever.” Leia cracked her knuckles, rolled her shoulders, and then punched his arm, just for kicks. “Now come on, blueberry. You’ve got a dinner to attend and a crapton of painful memories to relive, and I’ve got a party to crash and some Mandos to fight. Gonna be a busy day.” “Very funny,” he sighed, brushing past her and stepping out into the icy air. She smirked. “Oh, I’m not joking. You better believe I’m gonna be settling a few scores.”

#fic snippet #fic sneak peek #thank you for the ask!!!!#the time heals 'verse #dumpsterboy and the technicolor girl #the dumpsterverse #how to train your mythosaur AU #the Surprisingly Angsty No Order 66 AU

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pokepasta-fluffcanons · 7 months

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Guess who it is ùwú (clue: it's Fairy Anon, hehe)

I had a little fun idea and I thought u may like it so here I am, like always LOL

Aparently fandom really likes to headcanon Glitchy Red being friends with Grey, like some sort of sibling dynamic, and I think that's really cute

SO... Reader being Grey's REAL older sibling. So yeah, let's imagine Grey wasn't the only poor soul being teleported to the game. Poor kid deserves some comfort from his past life

BUT Grey is not the focus point. The important thing is Reader and Glitchy interacting with each other (even if the only thing they have in common is Grey-)

I just thing it would be funny. Like, Glitchy being like "You are alone so I'll protect you Grey" and Grey is like "Actually-". And Reader is just in the background, playing with Shinto LOL

Again, you can choose if you want this to be platonic, romantic or whatever you want. Creative freedom!

And lastly, I was gonna tell you a pokemon pun, but most of them are bad, so I'll keep my big meowth shut (ba dum tsssss)

I LOVE YOUR MIND FAIRY ANON I NEED SOME OF THESE IDEAS FOR ONESHOTS AAAA

*Grey wasn’t the only one to be put into the bootleg game. You, his older sibling, have been transported into the game as well

*Unlike Grey, though, you actually became sort of friends with Shinto, which Grey didn’t really understand, but didn’t really mind as long as she wasn’t trying to kill the two of you

*Glitchy Red, who had stumbled upon Grey, noticed that he was by himself (or at least, he thought he was)

*”Since you’re alone, I’ll protect you, Grey.” He told him

*”Actually I’m not alone-“ he then pointed over to you playing with Shinto. Glitchy Red had to take a minute to process that you were his sibling.

*you looked over as you realized they were talking about you, and you introduced yourself, a smile on your face.

*…it was then Glitchy Red had taken upon himself to protect you both, especially you.

*you two got along surprisingly well, and spent a lot of time together

*What you didn’t know was that the glitch was developing feelings for you

*Grey had picked up on Glitchy Red’s feelings towards you rather quick, though. And of course asked him about it, which he denied (at first)

*…then realized “damn, I do have feelings for him/her/them.”

*Funny enough, it was Grey who had helped you two get together!

*though of course he gave the whole “hurt them and not only do you have to deal with me, but Shinto will also hurt you”

*which he understood, and definitely keeps in mind, but he would never hurt you, he loves you too much.

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spicybylerpolls · 2 months

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i'm still laughing at that one anon's post 'have we gone back in time? is this an evangelical youth group? is this catholic school? are we mormons?'

hahhahhahaha! the cadence, the rhythm of the sentences: pure poetic comedy. stand up gold.

special mention to mormon suzie - did she sniff out byler? special mention also to finn wolfhard's catholic school upbringing, because that sure brings some spice to his whole Thing, and surely mike's Thing too.

so I wanted to add on that i think much of this fear of byler x sex is about control. a large amount of young byler fans on here are swifties. now, t swift is v popular with young people, but many of her lyrics are also highly sexual. she's so huge that i think there must be a huge proportion of young fans who choose to ignore her spicy lyrics and just dream romantically instead. i mean, as a kid, i used to just accept all the boy band gyrations and the very suggestive lyrics. they meant nothing to me yet, so i just sang and moved on.

am i saying all vanilla bylers are swifties? not at all. im saying that there may well be a large proportion of bylers who are still teens, or who grew up WITH these actors, and are coming to terms with their own sexuality, and therefore experiencing shame, just like mike and will. so they lash out.

after all, coming of age is a time of losing control. and if you view adults/people more settled than yourself who are happily comfortable with their sexuality, and you aren't, well... many people would get defensive.

and after all, sex itself is about ceding control. not necessarily losing control - although that can be fun too - but certainly feeling free enough to let go. and that's something you have to learn.

if this hasnt been encouraged in your life, and a comfort show that has been 'yours' for years is starting to pull away from you... well i can see where the fear comes from. it's manifesting as hate towards us proud spicy bylers, but it's fear.

i'm not condoning it, merely trying to understand. tbh, i love this blog and this side of byler tumblr so much that it doesnt bother me anymore. i just find it all fascinating, and cannot wait for s5. bring on spicy byler for real! its gonna be surreal after so long spent fantasising

hehe

very interesting points! I agree that fear may be a very big part of it for some! It's "safer" in some respects to just view Byler and these characters in a romantic light instead of considering the spicier side of things and how that might intersect with the show's themes. A lot of people almost seem to believe that sex or even exploring Mike and Will's sexual attraction for each other would corrupt the purity of the ship, which is obviously untrue. But if people can't see those two sides as linked, it does make sense why they'd get defensive. Raw sexuality can absolutely be scary and uncertain and messy for sure.

#byler #spicy byler #no poll

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jarofstyles · 2 years

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Sugar Sugar 5

Hello… here is part I of the date 🫶 hehe.

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Harry was nervous. As he kind of figured he would be- but pulling up to Sugar’s house, his knee was bouncing.

He had spent a long time picking out his own outfit. Harry hadn’t ever been so picky and nervous around anyone else, and it said a lot. She was just… different. So much so that it took him off guard sometimes. He had never been so quick to feel so infatuated with a person and have it actually stick. His crushes were fleeting but with Sugar, it was getting more and more intense as the days passed.

His car parked in front of the quaint little house and his heart swelled. He hadn’t been sure what to expect but this? This was completely and utterly his girl. Green shutters and window boxes full of yellow and orange flowers, a porch swing with soft looking cushions and pillows and plenty of places to sit and watch the neighborhood. It was lovely and felt so safe and cozy, even from the outside. There wasn’t much of a traditional lawn, more so long plants and rocks. He recognized it from some things he saw online about preserving natural habitats and that only seemed to conjure up even more affection for the woman. Her door was painted a deep purple and the siding was a cream color, well kept and it showed how much care she put into it.

The appraisal of the house was interrupted by the opening of said door to reveal the object of his affections.

His heart went to his throat as he saw her. Even from behind, he loved it. A blue and white gingham dress. It hit just above the knee and flared out, cinching at the waist and showed off her long and full legs. Simple black converse were on her feet, her hair loose and flowing. She truly was an angel, and Harry still wasn’t sure how he had managed to get a woman like her to agree to spend time with him.

THe vision nearly knocked him out when she did turn around. She looked so… happy. Happy to see him. A pep in her step as she bounced towards him, a chirpy little ‘hi!’ Peeping out as she got close enough. The most pleasant surprise, however, was the noisy kiss to the cheek and arms looping around his neck for a greeting hug. That sweet scent that he found to be so intoxicating hitting his senses. It was an immediate confidence boost, arms wrapping around her soft body and pulling her in tightly.

“Hello, beautiful girl.” He rasped against her ear. “What a greeting. I could get very used to that.” His large hand rubbed the bare part of her back, sighing at how smooth the skin was. If he wasn’t so happy, the mere power of her presence and the effect on his mood would probably scare him a bit. It did the opposite. Instant comfort enveloped him in her arms, his own kisses being left as a row resembling a crown on her hairline.

“Mmm.. you smell amazing.” Her voice was muffled against his shirt which caused a chuckle, pulling back slightly to look at her face properly. The compliment boosted him, knowing she would like the new cologne he had bought with her in mind. Most notes being noticeable being sandalwood and oak. Sweet and spicy. He took her face in one hand and smiled slightly down at her pretty little face. She had worn a little makeup today, knowing from her pestering that Harry would budge for one or two hints. All she had gotten was that it was outdoors and to wear closed toe shoes.

She had no idea about the picnic he had packed in the trunk of his car, the destination, any other bit.

“Thank you.” He was dazed by the smile she had hinted up at him with. It seemed like she knew exactly what to do to knock him on his metaphorical ass, make his heart yearn for her little motions and quirks. “Your home is lovely. I hope I get a tour one day.” Some would say it’s presumptuous of him, but Harry tended to choose to look at it as manifesting. It’s something Y/N had spoken about and posted about on her socials. Her brow quirked up at the comment but in reality, it made her stomach fill with butterflies. Butterflies had never existed before him, that 3was for sure. Never at this level.

“I’d like that. Thanks, by the way.” He nearly mourned the loss of her as she stepped out of his grasp, but she grabbed his wrist as she walked over to his car. It was a standard Range Rover, but she knew he also had a vintage jaguar. How did he make the money for both? On a new business salary? Hm.

She would focus on that later.

Her hand went for the door but his beat hers to it. Opening it up and taking her smaller hand in his own, helping her in. Like a gentleman. No one had ever done it, despite it being such a simple show of manners, and that made her flush down her neck. Harry put more effort into these two dates and their daily meetings for a snack than anyone else ever had in her history of dating. Once she was settled and had her belt on, Harry rounded the car and made his way into the drivers seat.

Y/N hadn’t expected to find something as simple as driving to be sexy- but harry continued to prove to her time and time again that even the most menial of tasks could be sensual when he did it. Fixing the hair on his head, twisting the rings back into position, anything the man did had her heartbeat quickening. In more places than one.

So when he turned around in the seat, hand on the back of hers and backed up out of her drive? She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. It was such a stupid thing but… his hands. The control. The spinning of the wheel and turning around, even when there was a backup camera? Oh, she was sweating. Not to mention he looked fucking fantastic.

He was casual but so effortlessly cool that she couldn’t help but be jealous. He was wearing signature cream colored linen pants, which were a choice for the outdoors, but he rocked them. A loose white tee shirt draped over his body with ease. Everything he wore seemed to be made just for him, the pants tapering in on the waist and showing his body shape. They clung to his thighs, especially as he sat there driving but she didn’t mind the view at all.

The cute little blue bandana was tied around his neck was a quirky little detail she found to be even more endearing. On his head was a pair of white oval sunglasses she is positive no one but Harry could pull off. On her, they’d look like goggles. But him? They worked. It was slightly infuriating that he was so good looking and made anything look magazine worthy, but also damn near fascinating.

“So where are we going?” She asked quietly, getting comfortable as he began to drive. He had evaded answers for so long and Y/N was naturally inquisitive, much to Harry’s added stress to keep it all a well planned secret.

“M’not telling you, sweets.” He hummed. The ringed hand left one side of the steering wheel to grab her thigh, gently squeezing it in apology. “Sorry. I will tell you that you will like it.” Or he hoped. If she didn’t care, he would probably dig a hole in the ground and become fertilizer for said sunflowers.

“Fine.” Her huff made him laugh, nodding towards his phone in the holder clip. “None of that now, Sugar. Been plannin’ this date in detail for a bit so I want it to be a proper surprise. It isn’t… huge, but it’s something I thought of you immediately for. Go on and pick out a song if you’d like. I made a playlist for the drive.” He murmured earnestly.

“I know, I know. Sorry. I don’t mean to be annoying.” Her tone quieted. “I’m just excited. No one’s ever taken me on a surprise date. Honestly? I don’t care if it's a pile of mud we are visiting. You thought of me and wanted to take me. That means more to me than any fancy restaurant.” Her hand topped his, sliding her hand through the spaces between his. He swore he could feel himself purr at the contact.

It hurt him to think that she hadn’t been treated like a princess before. It was cliche and cringe to say out loud but that’s what she deserved. Effort. She had done so much for him already. Helped him settled in a brand new space, made him a welcome basket without even knowing him. She had no clue then, and now really, how good it felt to be appreciated and respected without any sort of expectation. Not like how it used to be, at least. Moving here had been his new start and so far? It was going swimmingly. Y//N was a large part of that.

There was a comfortable silence as he brought her hand up to his mouth to tenderly kiss the back of it, setting it back in place. They just needed to keep driving. Her curiosity would be sated soon.

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“Oh, my god.” The watery croak left her as she got out of the car. A few minute prior, Harry had stopped the car and asked her to put on a blindfold. She had joked about being the dumb girl in horror movies when she had agreed to put it on, but now? Now, she was in awe.

Thousands. There had to be thousands of sunflowers in the field in front of them, never in her life having ever seen this many. It was a sea of shades of yellows and orange and green. Large stems, the face of the flowers up and perked as they bathed in the sunlight. Bigger than she had ever seen, more vivid. It didn’t feel real. Y/N hand;t known this was here and that itself was a shock- but the fact that Harry did?

Her throat felt thick as she turned to him. He didn’t even know how much it meant to her. How one thing she’s said in passing stuck with him enough to seek this out and find a perfect place to bring her. Her eyes were soft and wer and he panicked slightly, taking her by the face and fretting slightly over her.

“Shit. Are you okay? I didn’t.. Didn’t mean t’make you cry, Sugar. Did i mess up?” He fucking hoped not.

Instead of a verbal answer, she attacked him in a hug. Burying her face in his neck, holding tighter on to him than he had when she initially saw him today. Without a question the embrace was returned, his hand holding the back of her head as his chest went wild. So she didn’t hate it? She wouldn’t have. Her fingers held a death grip on the back of his shirt as she took deep inhales. “It’s alright.” His deep voice soothed, unsure how to proceed but wanting to make sure that above all else, she was comfortable.

“M’okay.” She whispered. “Just… it means so much to me, H.” She whispered up at him, eyes soft and her whole demeanor gooey and melty. He noticed it immediately. She looked up at him as if he had just given her the damn moon- and for someone as witchy as she was? That was massive. It was as if a layer of her that he hadn’t quite seeen had been peeled off. A layer of protection, he thinks. No one who wasn’t serous would go through this amount of effort. “I only talked once about the sunflowers. How did you remember?”

“I remember the things you say.” He said back. “And… i dunno.It felt like you were in love with ‘Em by the way you looked at them. It stuck with me.” Because he wanted to be on the receiving end of that gaze.. it. Was still early on in the relationship, it’s only just blossomed but… he wanted to see it bloom.

It was insane to her, but Y/N could feel the genuine energy from him. He had done it solely for her. His hand threaded through hers as she pulled back, the tears gone now as she looked up at the man who seemed to continue to mystify her. Ironic, isn’t it?

“Well,” she paused, taking a breath as she looked over his slightly nervous face, “thank you. I’m so happy. What can we do here?”

That began the pace of the date. He left the picnic in the car, wanting that to be part 2 to their surprise. With their hand’s joined, he listed off the things to do that had been advertised on the website. He bought all access tickets for the day, not wanting to miss out on anything she could possibly want to do.

“We can pick our own bundles of sunflowers, for one. We can learn what to do to harvest seeds and hoe to tell when they’re ready to be eaten.” He listed off. It was a lot to list off the top of his head. “They’ve got a cool shop with all sorts of sunflower themed things. A maze. And we can take photos with them. I figured… You love photos but there aren’t ever a ton of you, i can take some for you.” The last one was a bit of a shy suggestion, but it didn’t stop him from adding in another thing that melted her, “and I’d like a new Lock Screen. Pretty flowers and a pretty girl.” The shrug made her scoff.

“I think you’re a government experiment. There’s no way in hell that you’re a real person.” Her eyes squinted up at him. “Too perfect. Too good looking. Too thoughtful. It’s highly suspicious if you ask me.” And he was into her. Into her enough to think these thoughtful dates out and want her as his damn phone background. His dazzling smile was just for her. Christ. A man like him, so keen on making her happy, wanted to go through all this effort to make her smile, thoughtful and kind and everything that had been in her mushy dreams of finding a Prince Charming was coming to life.

His face flushed pink at her teasing praise, smiling at the ground before looking back at her. “It’s hard to stay away from you in general. You’re amazing, Sugar.” His hand squeezed hers lightly as they walked closer to the bright yellow flowers. “I’m no government experiment, but it is a first for me. Wanting to do everything for you. I just want to impress you, make you want to keep seeing me.” What Y/N didn’t understand was that she was everything. She had not only the most beautiful appearance that Harry had ever seen, but she was addicting. Her energy was soft and comforting and alluring, she pulled him in every which way. The woman was intriguing and beautiful and so kind it hurt, all while not being a pushover. Something Harry struggled with for a long, long time by himself.

“Trust me, I have no plans of letting you go. If you’ll have me.” His words had made her feel like the was floating. Warm and fuzzy and giddy, like she was years younger and her crush had asked her to the dance. Harry didn’t seem to have as many problems communicating exactly how he felt as she did, but she figured that would be beneficial for her considering she was trying to learn. There was a slight pause in their step as she raised up to kiss his cheek very quickly before tugging him along towards the first flowers she could get to.

Harry was happy to follow her. He’d follow her anywhere.

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Y/N knew he said he would take photos, but she hadn’t realized he would do a full on photo shoot. The camera around his neck was used to snap shots when she was cutting the stems, placing them delicately into the shallow basket perfectly shaped for the flowers to lay. His phone had come out a few times to capture a few, murmuring little things about how beautiful she was. The entire thing was so new. At first she was a little uncomfortable with the intense attention, but realizing he was genuinely enjoying doing it and hearing his happy murmurs and compliments raised her confidence to a level she hadn’t been at before. Harry was unapologetic about how beautiful he thought she was.

She knew he didn’t know just how much it meant to her. After her previous relationship where he had been ashamed, embarrassed even, to step out with someone who was fat? It was a breath of fresh air. There was no dropping of hands, no moving away when other people passed, not a lick of shame or embarrassment at anyone who looked at them on their way deeper into the fields. This was what she deserved, of course, and she knew it. It was just difficult at times to let go of the past threads of traumatic experiences she was still trying to cut away.

Y/N was incredibly confident and she loved her body. Loved her existence, loved being the way she way and her life. It wasn’t always this way, but she knew she deserved this. Y/N, and frankly, every fat person deserves someone to love them fully and unapologetically. However seeing it happen in real time versus knowing it was a bit shocking.

“Let me get some of you.” She demanded when the basket was halfway full. “You can get some of the taller ones, and honestly? I want a new lock screen as well.” There. She had said it. Been up front and flirty, and god was she rewarded. The smile on his face, bright and happy and so fucking stunning it nearly knocked her on her ass was everything. Harry was unnaturally beautiful and any camera would be lucky to capture it.

“Hmmm. Okay, though I have to say the camera will definitely favor you more.” He was warm in the cheeks at the idea of her being proud of being with him, too. Wanting to see him on the screen of her phone with her favorite flowers behind him. A pep in his step was visible as his form reached her, hanging the camera around her neck and taking the basket and shears from her.

There was the perfect sunflower, the cutting point just above where Y/N could reach. The flowers were massive and even Harry had been stunned at the sheer height of them, but he was able to easily reach. Arms lifting higher above his head, Y/N couldn’t help but look. Couldn’t help but admire the muscles in his arms as he flexed them shears cutting through the thick stem and the tattoos in the sunlight, the outline of them, the thoughts of what arms like that could do… the weird urge to lick them.

God, she was fucked. It was so, so unfair to her to have a man like this around.

It wasn’t like she didn’t think about the fact that he matched a lot of what she had put into her manifesto on journal. Which also tremendously freaked her out, considering it was a handmade, hand bound journal with sunflowers embossed on the front. She had been creating her own reality. Sometimes it was difficult to realize her full inner power, and yet… here she was.

Tattoos? Check.

Tall? Check.

Accepting? Double check.

Green eyes? Check.

Accent? Check again.

Adventurous? Check.

Even the fucking Dimples.

It had made her a bit spooked once she had realized. Still, she was thankful.

“Look at you go!” She crooned. “Handsome boy. Model material, that’s what you are.” Her cheeks flushed at her own words, not used to being so open to hype up a man, let alone one she liked. “New lock screen. No doubt about that.”

Harry turned to look at her with the most devastatingly beautiful smile. Again, she was filled with the overwhelming warmth he had filled her with. The urge to kiss, to grab his stupidly cute face and smooch all over his cheeks and keep that smile on his face fully. Y/N had never felt this way before.

“Gonna blow my ego up to the sun, darling.” He teased back, bringing down the sunflower and holding it out to her. Y/N had enough sense to snap a photo, getting probably the most perfect picture she could have. The handsome man handing her a sunflower. Like a dream come true. It gave her a weird sense of deja vu. Not necessarily like she had been here before- but like it was supposed to happen.

“Don’t need any help with that, Aquarius.” Her little smirk had him gasping in faux dramatic offense.

“Excuuuuuse me. I can’t help when I was born. And that I’m the best sign.” A little sniff played into the dramatics, though in reality Harry knew next to nothing other than the fact he was an Aquarius and Y/N had laughed at that. Said it explained him perfectly.

“Would have thought you were a Leo.” Fingers poked into his side making him squeal, dropping the flower into the basket in surprise. “Dramatic, a bit vain, all the attention goes to you…. But see, you are definitely an Aquarius. Quirky, alien, not like the other guys.” Maybe dragging him to filth, maybe not.

“Okay, now you’re makin’ fun.” His arm wrapped around her warm waist, pouting just a bit as he looked at her. If he continues to look at her like that she wouldn’t be responsible for her own actions.

“I am.” Her arm wrapped around his shoulder in response to his own, tilting her head back. In this light, the sun backlit him and his hair in a way that stole her breath yet again. Y/N had always known she was attracted to Harry, that he was one of if not the most attractive man she had ever encountered. This moment, though, caught her by surprise. “You’re so pretty.”

It had been blurted out, words not meaning to be spilled, but Harry himself flushed happily. Her words meant more to him than anyone else’s. He had a bit of a thing for praise, genuine praise, and seeing that she was thinking that so hard that it flew out of the pretty lips he had been admiring had him giddy. Summer sunshine was directly soaking his heart.

“I am?” He cooed, grinning at the compliment. “You’re full of compliments for me today, Sugar. So, so sweet. Should eat you up.” In more ways than one. His thumb grazed her chin, tilting it to kiss the very very corner of her mouth. “Makin’ me blush. It’s unfair, I think.”

Everything he did sent her into a dizzy spell. The way he handled her so effortlessly, like touching her was the most natural thing in the world? Y/N felt weak in the knees already. The effect he had on her was hypnotizing. If the kids running past them didn’t knock her out of her fantasy, she could have stood in his arms for hours just to stare at him. Absorb his energy. Harry was a soft, bubble pink. Soft green. A hint of yellow,some lavender peeking through. His aura colors stuck out to be the prettiest kind of mix she had ever seen.

“Let’s go, Sugar.” He brushed a bit of the hair from her shoulder. “Got more things to do with you.”

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Hello ^^ I’m honestly pretty late, but may I partake in the event?

Name— Suzuni or nickname of Suzu

Description— I enjoy writing stories (though I more often than not find myself daydreaming about what I could write instead lol) and artistic activities such as painting/art & ceramics. Ofc I suck at my hobbies 👍👍 (I think so anyway)

I like,, honestly I have no idea. Daydreaming/picturing scenarios in my mind? I do it rlly often lol, so ig I probably like it? As for dislikes, myself— And rudeness and arrogance lol

I try to surround myself with people who are both playful/teasy but also decently observant (Warning for mental illness mention— I have depression and consequently may make darker comments at times). I also tend to use a lighthearted and casual tone when talking about serious topics relating to myself (e.g., warning again here, self-death)

Oops that got long, sorry about that :’l

I’m a lee, and as for fandom, either Haikyuu! or My Hero Academia if that’s alright ^^

Relationship— romantic because why not lol

Preferably a male character

Anyhow, have a nice day/evening ^^

Hiiii!! Sorry for the inactivity... again 😅 istg this period is driving me bonkers but I'm also having lots of fun!! Anyway, thanks for participating, I hope you'll like who I matched you up with ❤️🍡 *hands you the usual dango to eat while you read*

🔮 So, for my event your pair is... SHINSOU

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

1. Sneaky, fairly smug and a little mysterious. Perfect ler material if you ask me 😌 2. I see him as a very caring and careful soul, who doesn't bond with everyone but holds extremely close the ones who manage to gain his trust 3. He would be able to understand if you need help or are struggling mentally, and he'd be there 24/7 for you 4. He could use his quirk to induce relaxation and/or make you fall asleep... obviously if you're comfortable with it and give your consent 5. He would totally get involved in your hobbies! I already see you two painting or doing ceramics together 6. You probably have made a "couple sculpture"... like a heart broken in half and each one of you keeps a half in their bedroom 7. He trained with Aizawa. He knows how to be silent. Expect surprise tickle attacks from any direction at any time~ 8. He'd be extremely happy to read your writings and give you a review about them!! He'd probably use tickling to convince you to let him read them hehe 9. Tickles whenever you say that you suck at what you do! He doesn't tolerate when someone talks badly about someone he loves (even when it's you talking badly about yourself) 10. He finds it extremely cute when you space out and daydream, so instead of interrupting you, he would cuddle up to you and hold you in his arms while you imagine any kind of scenario 11. He probably volunteers cat shelter, and sometimes you join him. Seeing how gentle he is with cats made you fall in love with him all over again. 12. When his insomnia hits hard, he comes to your room and you two end up hanging out together all night long. Or if you fall asleep, he just cuddles you and watches over you, as if he could keep bad dreams away.

🔮 Tickle scenario

Everyone liked weekends, but you surely had one more reason to enjoy them. Both you and Shinsou were free from school, which only meant one thing: date!

You always did something different: watching anime, making sculptures, painting, chatting, taking walks... one time you even tried to crochet, but he made a mess and got so grumpy that you decided to drop that activity.

That Saturday, you two decided to go at the cat shelter to do some volunteering. It was a really unusual date, but you loved spending time with each other and a ton of purring furballs. Also, the happy, adoring expression on Shinsou's face was so endearing...

The owners of the shelter were extremely nice with you, and they adored how you spent your free time on "volunteering dates". Obviously they made you work a little, but then they let you play with the kitties as much as you wanted! Actually, they let you play until it was closing time... or else you would've never gone back home.

"Hey baby I'm done with Kai, we can go home." Shinsou called for you after leaving a 5-month-old kitten to sleep, but he got no response. He saw you sitting on a chair, your back was facing him. "Baby didn't you hear me? We got-" "Shh!" You suddenly interrupted him.

He raised an eyebrow and approached you, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The new refugee of the cat shelter, who refused even to approach the sweet owners, was cuddled up on your lap and peacefully asleep. "Would you look at that..." the tall teenager smiled, "seems like this little rascal finally chose someone to trust." He was overjoyed to see that furball finally open up.

"Too bad that this human is already busy with someone else~" He reached out to grab the kitten and put him back in his sleeping pillow, but you swatted his hands away. "You're not ruining this moment..!" You whisper-yelled to not disturb the sleepy little angel, "It took me the whole day to get to this point, now we're staying here." You stated, more assertive than ever.

Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow, clearly amused with your antics, "Oh really? Then it would be a shame if a sudden earthquake disrupted your peace~"

You didn't have time to ask him what he meant. A tingly feeling spread throughout your body, making you almost jump and throw away the poor kitten. "Shinsohohou!! Stahap ihihihihit!!" You did your best to keep your legs still and not wake the little furball, but at the same time you desperately tried to swat Shinsou's hands away from your sides.

"But I'm doing nothing, honey... it's just the earthquake." He mused, close enough to your ear to make it tickle, and then blew a raspberry on your neck for good measure. He had to admit, he was a little surprised by how much you were resisting the impulse to squirm away. In other circumstances, you would've already jumped away and hidden somewhere, maybe curled up in a ball.

"Wow, not so squirmy now that you have the little rascal on your lap, huh?" He asked as his fingers played with both sides of your ribcage as if it was a piano, "I think we should name him Giggles... a fitting name related to a wonderful memory like this one..." He thought out loud with the clear intent to tease.

However, the fun had to come to an end. The owners were closing up and you two had to go back to school. He chuckled evilly and without wasting time, he drilled softly under your arms. This time, you couldn't hold back the squeal, which woke up the cat.

"Ah... you're finally awake, Giggles. Did you have a nice rest on my girlfriend's lap?" The violet-haired guy slowly approached the cat, "Now it's time to go to your actual bed, though. But we'll be back soon, alright?" He picked up the little one and laid him on his sleeping pillow and waited for him to fall asleep, then he looked at you and helped you up.

"Come on, say goodbye to giggles and get ready to go, or else I'll let you alone in Aizawa's clutches if we arrive late to UA." He told you with a smug grin on his face. You quickly got ready, not wanting to be scolded by the strict teacher, said goodbye to the owners and got on your way with your boyfriend.

"So... did you have fun on this date, Giggles 2?" Shinsou asked, laughing at how red your face turned, which made you smack his arm in utter embarrassment.

"Shut up..."

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