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127luvr · 9 months

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hi 🌷 can i request something for jaemin’s bday? 🥺 like how you two would spend the day, if he would like to do something special or if he’d prefer staying at home with the people he loves.

basically i leave it to your imagination, i just need some extra fluff rn 😫🩷

also, when is your birthday? 🫵🏻

Birthday party ⋆⋆♕⋆⋆

Na Jaemin x Male Reader

Celebrating a birthday as an idol is tiring. Jaemin has done it several times in the past few years. Birthday lives, birthday fanmeets—with other members—amongst other celebrations in which he could include his fans and his members. He always spent the night before his birthday with his family—whether it was over the phone or in person, they were his priority as all he wanted to do was give back to everyone he received love from. The day of, he loved interacting with his fans for an hour or two, basking in the birthday wishes and taking a few bites of the last minute cake the company got him. After is usually when he would be taken out by his members—birthdays were the rare occasions where almost all twenty of them could gather around and spend time.

The day after was all for him. Opening gifts he didn’t get a good look at the night before. Keeping every card he was given along with sending thank you texts to everyone he could think of.

However—after meeting you he’s been thinking about changing his routine in order to incorporate you. There was no better person for him to want to spend time with during his birthday. He rubbed at his eyes as he thought, fingers reaching up to rub the wrinkles that formed on his forehead as he weighed his options.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” You can’t quite read him—the long lashes touching the top of his cheeks when he managed to blink. His unwavering gaze fixes on you instead of the plain wall—eyebrows furrowing to show he was still deep in thought—your words muffled in his ears. “Jaem?”

“I think I’m going to skip on the birthday live this year.” His tone is definitive, you know he’s already made up his mind even as you gesture for him to continue. He pats the cushion next to him, inviting you over from where you stood. When he finally gets you next to him he can’t help but latch onto your arm—leaning his entire body weight on your side. “I can distract them with pictures of my chest,” he backtracks quickly when he catches your eyes—jealousy evident in them. “Not funny, got it. I can post unseen baby pictures and me in my rookie years as a gift. I want to spend my actual birthday with… you.” You’re used to Jaemin’s theatrics. But he’s being genuine here. His pause being out of nerves more than anything. “I’ll do my usual ritual but I can squeeze in my family and my members in one day—or they can wait until the day after.”

“Jaemin.” You offer a quick kiss, the perfect distraction to stop him from rambling. He’s stunned—shiny lips frozen mid-sentence. “No one’s going to be mad at how you choose to spend your birthday—it’s your day. I’d be honored to spend it with you no matter how you choose to celebrate, okay?”

The day of you make sure to wake up earlier than Jaemin—climbing out of his bed as quietly as you could. Making sure to cover him with the blanket before leaving the door half open. Staying with Jaemin had its perks.

His entire apartment was very open—meaning you could still keep an eye on the tv show you were watching while cooking breakfast for Jaemin. It was nothing too extravagant—using pancake mix for mini pancakes and air frying just enough pieces of bacon for you and Jaemin to share. You take your time in plating the food, cutting up some peaches you picked up just for him and placing them in a small bowl. With a quick picture you pick up the tray, balancing it with both hands as you tiptoed towards his room.

You could see his shadow stretch on the bed frame, his bare arms bulging even when relaxed.

“Happy birthday, baby.” You almost missed his startled expression—not expecting any noise to come from the room as he woke up to it empty. You place the tray on top of him, handing him his shiny utensils when he sits up to take in the food. He’s speechless. His eyes saying everything he couldn’t as they tear up at the inner corners. “I have a few options for you to choose between, okay? We could either stay home and do whatever you want—”

“I want that one.”

“I haven’t even finished yet.” You receive an eye roll from Jaemin, one hand picking his food up and the other holding Luna—who had jumped up into the bed at the smell of his food.

“I did a live when you went to bed. Stayed up a little while to talk to fans and play with the cats, I hope I didn’t wake you.” You shook your head, climbing back into the bed to take Luna from him, holding her in the air with her legs out. “I do want to stay home, (Y/n). Spend the day with you in fluffy pajamas and watch my favorite movies. That’s the ideal birthday. I don’t need to hear any other options.” Jaemin takes a last bite of the bacon before placing the tray on his nightstand. He dusts his hands off away from the bed before pulling you in to the covers with him. “We can even sleep in a little longer, don’t you think?”

You can feel his heartbeat through his shirt as he pulls you in to lay on his chest. Luna is still in between the two of you, laying down on her back as she pokes her head out in the only gap where you and Jaemin aren’t touching.

“Okay but I’m still planning on baking you a birthday cake later, so we can’t sleep for too long.” You manage to raise your head up, grabbing Jaemin’s face with your free hand so he would look down at you. You see his shiny lips part, his eyes half closed when he stares down at you. “Happy birthday Jaem.”

#HI POOK #tyyyy for the request Ily #hopefully it gets out BEFORE his birthday haha………#my bday is… Feb 7 #when is yours?#na jaemin #jaemin nct #jaemin x male reader #nct #nct u #nct dream #nct x male reader #nct dream x make reader #nct u x make reader

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penhoonie · 9 months

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tell me what’s your wish !!

IN WHICH;; sunghoon doesn’t know what to get y/n for her bday (inspired by tomorrow x together’s wishlist)

“ It's all going wrong // I might as well confess // I like you ,,

PAIRING: p.sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE: high school romance | fluff | bff to lovers

WORD COUNT: 0.9k words

WARNINGS: nothing but a little bit of cursing I think(? (lmk if there’s anything else pls)

A/N: I’ve been holding onto this since I opened my tumblr out of panic if it’s good enough or not :(( I hope to publish more often from now onwards ^^

Just like any other day, the guys were laying around in Jake’s living room, waiting for their turn to come while Niki’s and Heeseung’s game was taking more than expected.

— Are you planning to finish today? Because I might just leave, I have a present to buy— Sunghoon exclaimed after some other complaints from the boys.

— You haven’t bought y/n’s gift yet?— Sunoo gasped dramatically.

— Dude, you’re in problems— Jay added— Remember what she got you last year? She outdid all of us.

— Not me. I knew Noona’s present would be better, so I tagged along— Niki replied, his eyes still fixed on the tv screen.

— Yah, that’s not fair— it was Jungwon who talked this time —Noona always has the best ideas.

— Shut up, you all are making me feel guilty— Sunghoon interrupted.

— As you should— Sunoo answered, sassily— How come you haven’t got her anything? Her birthday it’s like what? Next week?

— In five days— he responded, almost in a whisper, while brushing his hair with his hand— The thing is, I’ve been meaning to trick her into telling me something she wants; but somehow I always get distracted— he confessed, frustrated.

— What if you just tell her that you have the biggest crush on her already— said Jake, while eating some jelly.

Sunghoon felt his face becoming hotter— W-what?— he stuttered.

— Hyung, we are not stupid, you obviously like noona— Jungwon spoke.

— And she likes you back— Heeseung added, finally winning the game. Sunghoon just blushed even more.

— Actually, it would be a gift to all of us having you two date— Jay commented.

— Yeah, it’s getting weirder being around when you get all lovey dovey— Niki agreed. In that moment, the boy buried his face in a pillowcase while the rest of the friend group kept making fun of him.

🎧☁️🫖🩹

Sunghoon took a big breath before the class door. It was finally the day.

Although at first his friends’ words had sounded crazy to him, after putting some thought in the issue, he had realized they were right. Well, at least in some parts, since he was almost sure that the sentiments he felt towards his best friend were not reciprocate. But he was done holding himself back, he had taken the decision of confessing and nothing was stopping him.

Despite his determination, he started shaking the moment he saw the first person exiting the classroom. Regardless, he waited patiently, well aware that y/n usually took a long time during tests. He even saw Sunoo, who gave him a thumbs up before leaving.

— Sunghoon-ah! How can I have a worse luck, I just did horrible in that exam. And on my birthday!— he was spacing out, but the tension returned as soon as the well-known voice reached his ears.

— Hey. Are you okay?— the girl, now standing in front of him asked, preoccupied.

He quickly put on a smile —Yeah, sure. How could I be not okay if I’m here to pick you up for your birthday?

— I’ve just spoke to you informally and you are not angry at all?— she questioned back, rhetorically.

— That’s not- Wait. You did what?— his expression dropped, suddenly annoyed.

In a matter of seconds, they were running around the school; laughing while Sunghoon tried to catch the girl. They were already getting tired once they arrived to the backyard, when she tripped in the grass. He stepped out the pace, frightened.

— y/n! Are you okay?— he asked, bending over her. And before he could’ve realized, the younger had already dragged him towards the floor with her, laughing.

— You are a little disrespectful son of a-— he started rambling, sitting down beside her.

— Hoon— he was interrupted— Thanks. I thought that test would ruin my mood for the rest of the day, but you already made it so much better— she continued, encircling him with her arms— Seriously, thank you.

The boy became flustered under the physical contact. He moved backwards, slowly creating a distance between them; yet holding the younger one by the hands.

— y/n, there is something you need to know— he started, arousing her curiosity— And I don’t think I will be able to ever tell you if I don’t say it right now.

— Are you sure everything it’s okay? You’re scaring me— she responded, putting a hand on his shoulder.

— Yes! Yes. Just… I’ve been holding this for such a long time— he took what felt like the hundredth big breath of the day, rising his head to stare directly at his companion’s eyes— Shit, this is much more difficult than what Jake told me— the guy moaned while lying down on the ground and covering his face with his hands.

— I’m losing my patience, just tell me at once!— she exclaimed, hitting him on the side.

— Yah, that’s not how you treat someone who is confessing to you— he shouted back, instantly regretting it.

The silence grew between them. Sunghoon immediately stood up awkwardly, afraid of facing the younger who remained sat on the ground.

— That’s it?— she suddenly asked— That was the thing you were dying to tell?

— It may not be that important to you, but you could just say “I don’t like you back” instead of acting as if it was irrelevant— he sounded upset.

— Hoon, either you’re blind or just stupid— she laughed, walking towards him.

— Now I’m being insulted too?— he reclaimed, falsely resentful, his mood getting lighter with her giggling.

— Sunghoon! Can’t you tell already?— she smiled, standing right in front of him.

— I like you back, dumbass— that’s the last thing she said before dragging him on what became their first kiss.

@ penhoonie masterlist

#sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #enhypen #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #fluff #high school #kpop #fanfic #tomorrow x together #txt

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tobiosmilktea · 3 years

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hello there. my bday is around the corner and i was wondering how would random haikyuu boys celebrate it with u 💓

how the haikyuu boys will celebrate your birthday with you

a/n: my birthday is just around the corner too so this was really fun to write 🥺 i decided to do it by team bc i couldn’t pick who boys to do lmao

— karasuno

i think they’ll definitely pull some intricate plan that will go wrong one way or another

like a surprise party maybe

it was fs nishinoya and tanaka’s idea to set one up after school in the gym where they tell everyone to pretend to forget your birthday just to add that special element of surprise

but then again, guys like tsukishima and kageyama don’t need to pretend they didn’t know your birthday because they truly didn’t until hinata brought it up to them (don’t take it too personally tho lmao)

speaking of which, hinata almost spoiled the surprise for you if yachi wasn’t there to distract you 💀

despite being the second year’s idea to throw this surprise party for you, it’s primarily the third years doing all the work since tanaka and nishinoya don’t know how to organize a party for shit

poor kiyoko is actually doing all the work while daichi and asahi are putting up decorations with the help of the first years (tsukishima had to be forced tho smh)

yamaguchi and yachi seem like the types to overthink what to get you for a birthday present, probably going all out while kageyama would just buy you your favorite drink and snack from the vending machine near the gym literally five minutes before the surprise

it’s the thought that counts ig

sugawara made your cake as well with the usual message, ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N !!’

and since the surprise party was being held in the gym after practice, everyone had to hurry and clean up before setting out all the decorations. and can i just say, it’s chaotic™️

yachi had to distract you for a good ten minutes by asking you to walk all the way towards the other end of campus to ‘get something’ that didn’t exist in the first place

meanwhile in the gym, the second years were in charge of taking down the volleyball net to replace it with a badly homemade painting with tanaka’s messy ass handwriting wishing you a happy birthday

the third years and first years as mentioned before were setting up decorations, hanging up streamers, setting out balloons, and handing out party poppers

with kiyoko, takeda-sensei, and ukai set out a table for sugawara to place the cake he made for you (which it almost fell cause ennoshita bumped into him)

hinata was also on the lookout if you and yachi were nearby

and when you were, he shout so loudly that even you heard down the hall

finishing up any last minute details, the team sets out their presents for you with their party poppers in hand before shouting, “SURPRISE!!”

it’s all fun and games until nishinoya accidentally released confetti at your face by accident

he made up for it with his present though lmao

— aoba johsai

saying that seijoh probably won’t do anything as big as a surprise party is a complete lie

knowing oikawa and the moment he found out it was going to be your birthday soon, he’ll plan something more extravagant than some lame surprise party (albeit, badly planned without the help of iwa)

he’d probably rent out a party bus to drive around the city before stopping by at some random karaoke place downtown

he’ll only invite the third years and your close friends so it isn’t too big of a celebration that it doesn’t feel like it’s your own party

the best part of the night was mattsun absolutely outshining oikawa in literally everything

there was even a stripper pole in the party bus and he just started fucking around with you to pretending to make it rain on him,, it was hilarious

you love rewatching the videos you took of that night

your favorite (besides stripper matsukawa) was iwa singing a ballad for you and when i say that man has vocals i mean it

at the end of the night, all your friends got up to sing happy birthday to you on the karaoke machine

the second years would probably feel bad celebrating your birthday with you, so instead they take you out to get udon after school and just vibe

you were honestly just surprised that it was kyotani’s idea to take you out like this, not to mention the cute gift he gave you that he put a lot of thought into

meanwhile i think the first years are just too intimidated by you minus kunimi

like kindaichi knew of your birthday but he was just too scared to go up to you and wish you a happy birthday before handing you your favorite convenient store snack as a little gift

— nekoma

unlike karasuno and seijoh, the way the nekoma boys celebrate with you is definitely on the more laidback side, yet they still put effort in wishing you a happy birthday

kenma, kuroo, and yaku would definitely stay up with you the night before your birthday playing video games just to be the first ones to wish you a happy birthday the moment the clock strikes midnight

they’ll even set up a minecraft server that kenma spent hours setting up and building everything that you like with a gigantic banner made out of your favorite colors of wool saying ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’

the rest of the night staying up playing party games on hypixel despite having school the next day

in the morning, you’d find kenma and kuroo waiting outside your house so they can walk the birthday celebrant to school, plus they had bags in their hands to which you assume were presents for you

it was then did you realize that you were going to get more throughout the day after kuroo mentioned how he told the team that it was your birthday

there was something embarrassing and a bit cringey being showered with attention for your birthday, especially at school, but you still appreciated the team’s efforts

throughout the day, people would notice the gifts in your hands and would wish you a happy birthday, definitely causing a stir in the school when yaku, lev, and yamamoto burst into your classroom to shout happy birthday

while yamamoto is literally showering you with birthday wishes and presents, lev would give you a cute plushie of your favorite animal along with a little cake

he’d probably ask to eat it with you during lunch lmao

by the end of the day, kuroo and kenma would help you carry all the presents you received as you guys end the day off getting ramen

— fukurodani

i don’t think they’ll make a big deal out of it knowing you don’t like making a big deal out of your birthday either

the only reason why they even found out that your birthday was around the corner is because bokuto couldn’t keep his mouth shut

it played out somewhere along the lines like this: akaashi would ask you if you were free this weekend so you two could study for the upcoming math exam

bokuto was there as well when you had to ask for a raincheck on studying as your parents were forcing you to go out on a celebratory birthday dinner (as by their words, “it’s the least you could do.”)

to which bokuto literally gasps and shouts, “IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY THIS WEEKEND?” his words echoing throughout the gym and definitely catching the attention of the rest of the volleyball team

if that’s his reaction to finding out it’s your birthday soon, just imagine how shocked he would be when you tell him that you don’t really like celebrating it

akaashi would definitely understand and opted to buy you a little something for his appreciation and give it to you the following day, but bokuto wants to full on throw a party for you

“come on! it’ll just be a little get-together at the park!” he would beg

“thank you, bo, but i’m honestly fine just going out to dinner with my family.”

he would huff, planning to throw one as a surprise party instead, but akaashi immediately shoots down his idea out of respect for you

instead, bokuto would channel all that energy to giving “the best birthday gift of your life!” (end quote)

even konoha would challenge him on that just to tease him, but would still give you a well thought out gift

and yeah, it’s honestly kind of embarrassing seeing him walk into school with a box full of things you’re into including a giant owl plushie (school spirit ig??)

poor bo was outshined by yukie and kaori when they made a birthday cake for you

— shiratorizawa

lowkey i feel like shiratorizawa is definitely one of those private schools that would announce when their student’s birthdays are when they come close

like no one of the vb team would’ve found out your birthday was in a couple days if it wasn’t for that overhead announcement made by the vice principal

however, i wouldn’t think they’d make a huge deal out of it besides tendou maybe

the moment you would walk into the gymnasium, he’ll immediately wish you a happy birthday loudly before nudging ushijima to do the same

instead of one big party, you celebrated with them almost individually

tendou and ushijima both took you to the aquarium and bought you a gift that you specifically chose out cause they’d probably wouldn’t be bothered to do so without you

and then you’d go out with semi and reon to which you three just get sushi after school

lowkey i feel like they would buy literally anything you show even the tiniest amount of interest in and they’ll buy it within a snap

you literally had to stop semi from buying you anything else as he’ll end up spending all his pocket change when the sushi was enough

and unlike their upperclassman, shirabu and goshiki would probably just celebrate with you by just hanging out at your house--watching netflix, playing video games, maybe ordering some pizza

it’s pretty simple, but they’ll be there all day cause the time spent together is just really nice

— inarizaki

the twins literally cannot keep their mouths shut

the team was already pretty aware of your birthday, but they have been keeping the surprise party for you on the downlow ever since the twins proposed their idea of doing a little picnic for you

but go figure that it would be atsumu and osamu exposing their entire plan in front of you after nagging their team not to say jackshit in front of you

they’d still follow through with their plans, however, despite not being a surprise anymore

the little celebration would be held at the park, suna being in charge of the picnic blanket, kita being in charge of bringing drinks, osamu being in charge of bringing the food, and atsumu being in charge of... well,, bringing you ig

aran would arrive late only because he had to get his bday gift for you (which btw was the best one fs) as well as picking up your birthday cake with the words ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH <3′

it’s so obvious that suna was the one who ordered the cake, but it’s literally the best you have every received

overall, it’s pretty chill but you couldn’t ask for anything more knowing their efforts and how you’ve been laughing your ass off the entire time

you guys would even watch the sunset as yall sat atop a hill, taking photos to put on your stories and to post on social media

out of the hundreds of photos taken of you with your cake or aran force feeding suna food, the group photo taken exactly at golden hour was your absolute favorite

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #karasuno headcanons #shiratorizawa headcanons #aoba johsai headcanons #haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #bokuto x reader #ushijima x reader #kuroo x reader #shirabu x reader #goshiki x reader #akaashi x reader

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johnnycranes · 3 years

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How about Hanako, Takemura, Oda, Vik and Jackie proposing?

Hope these are fine!

HANAKO

When it comes to the people she loves, Hanako doesn't necessarily like flaunting such personal things to the public

Her brother does enough of that on his own

So it's a private affair when she proposes

Meaning inside the Arasaka complex, in her snazzy apartment. And she asks Oda to have the chefs cook the best food for dinner

On the outside she's perfectly calm and cool like she usually is.

But on the inside she's freaking out because what if you say no?

Being married to her means you'll have to deal with her crazy family and you can say goodbye to most of your private life

You're both having dinner like usual when suddenly your favorite dessert is served and the sound system plays your favorite song

You're too distracted by the smell of the dessert that you didn't notice Hanako move closer

Casually sliding a little box

That contains the most gorgeous ring you've ever seen in your life

You've been with her for a long time now (you'd have to, for her to trust you with her heart), so you know she's nervous even when she doesn't look it

She doesn't ask you the question, no

But she does explain as casually as possible how she always imagined her life would be as a married woman

Says she'll be busy a lot but she loves the idea of a family, of coming home to the people she loves after a stressful day at work

You put the ring on and squeeze her hand

Rarely does Hanako ever let her guard down, so the huge smile she gives is a pretty big deal

TAKEMURA

Ok so wanting to marry you comes out of the blue

It's so sudden like you could be watching Hideshi Hino or something and it'd just come to him

And that's also when he proposes

This man has been around long enough to know that if you want something

You grab it ASAP and don't let it go

Like his chance to leave Chiba-11

So there you are, eating good food that he cooked, watching Hideshi Hino, laughing

And he looks at you like he's just sure he knows what he wants

Says you two should get married

You laugh thinking he's not serious

But he really is

He's relieved when you say yes and he starts making some calls

His proposal may have been lackluster but dammit he loves you and you deserve a ring at least and a nice wedding

the thought of you wearing an engagement ring makes him feel so happy

Goro never imagined getting married

He thought the most he'd be married to was to his job

So seeing you wear that ring is a comforting reminder of how lucky he is

ODA

He's always out doing something for Hanako

It's really a long distance relationship so most of the time you're on the phone with him

He could be killing gangoons and casually on the phone with you at the same time like

"Oh hey sweetheart, i think i left my jacket at your place."

It's in this similar situation that he asks you

There he is, slicing and dicing while you're talking about your day and asking when you can see each other again

Oda suddenly realizes he can't imagine life without you and asks you to marry him

On the p h o n e

You're actually about to say yes when Hanako's voice chimes in

"Oda-kun, you are NOT asking them to marry you like this."

She immediately flies both you and Oda to a fancy restaurant in Tokyo, reserves it for just the two of you

She tells Oda to "get it right this time"

And so he does, down on one knee, nice engagement ring and everything

He laughs when you say you would've said yes the first time he asked too

He makes a mental note to check his calls more often

Who knows what else Hanako-sama listened in to

VIK

He shouldn't have asked Misty and Jackie to help him out with this

It's too obvious that something's up. He doesn't usually take you out to a fancy restaurant in corpo plaza

Misty thinks she's being so smart and doing it on your bday/anniversary/other special event so it wouldn't look too suspicious

But Vik still had a bad feeling about it all

And he was right

The date went horribly

Service was bad, a cyberpsycho attack took place not far from where you guys were

And even the traffic going home was insane cuz of all the damn MaxTac AVs

Vik never got the chance to propose

You end up on the roof of Misty's shop and Vik says sorry for such a shitty day

But when you laugh and say it was still good to spend it with him

THAT'S when he realized it was the perfect time to ask you

At home, nobody to bother you

After you say yes and you're both kissing, there's a camera flash

He wants to throttle Jackie and Misty who were watching and claiming it was all cuz of them

But he can't help but feel like surrounded by the people he loves, this really was the right way to do it

JACKIE

He's been thinking about asking you for w e e k s

And it shows during jobs cuz he gets easily distracted a lot more

It's Pepe who first notices that it's a "love problem" as he put it

And Mama Welles being Mama Welles, picks up on it as well

It's her who suggests that Jackie just go and ask, buy a ring, doesn't have to be fancy

But Jackie starts ranting about how he's so nervous and doesn't know if he's really ready

But Mama Welles reassures him that he's not his father, that marriage can still be happy

And that actually helps Jackie a lot

He proposes the very next day and is reminded once again how amazing his mother is when you joke that it took him long enough

He finds out later that Vik and Pepe placed bets on how long it'd be before he finally asked

Vik won

They celebrate at his mother's bar and Jackie's next problem is his mom asking about grandkids

But first, drinks

#cyberpunk 2077 #hanako arasaka #goro takemura #sandayu oda #viktor vector #jackie welles #my writing #answered

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ironmandeficiency · 4 years

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internal bleeding

pairing: kix / mechanic!reader

word count: 2425

summary: work can be dangerous, even for someone who barely leaves the star cruiser.

a/n: i’m hitting three birds with one stone with this one!! not only is this shitpost prompt #1 AND a separate request i got a few days ago, but the 14th was my bestie @morganas-pendragons ‘s birthday!! have a little kix, kayla, as a late bday treat

warnings: getting kinda crushed by a ship, fives being a dumbass

the guys had just arrived back on board the resolute from what you heard was an almost too easy campaign. despite the lower than normal admittances to the medbay, there were still plenty of ships to tend to with varying amounts of damage.

your normal drill on days like this one was to work like hell until kix was relieved of duty for the night, then go with him to his bunk and let the both of you sleep out your exhaustion in the comfort of each other’s arms. the next morning before you were both summoned to your duties would be spent catching up on each other, letting the worries melt away as you chatted about everything and nothing all at once. it was a system that you both adopted soon after you started dating, one that you were extremely grateful for.

it was nights like that where you were able to see your boyfriend vulnerable in a way he couldn’t show often. if the campaign was more rough than usual, then you were able to hold him and remind him just how wonderful of a man he is. you hated to see him hurting but took comfort in the fact you were always able to bring him back to you, back to his brothers.

thoughts of laying in kix’s loving arms keep you blissfully distracted during the later hours, when the rest of your fellow mechanics had already retreated to the bunks for the night. others thought your late hours spent under various ships were because of your dedication to the cause, but they didn’t know about you and kix. you worked hard so your medic was safe, so his brothers were safe.

those reasons were what had you under general skywalker’s delta-7b aethersprite at some unholy hour of the night. your reputation preceded you, and after some good words put in by torrent company, you were able to become the only person besides general skywalker himself allowed to make repairs on it.

it was a strenuous job sure, what with how the jedi knight wore down his ships, but you enjoyed your work and felt honored to be respected at such a high level.

that is, you enjoyed it when the jacks holding the ship up weren’t breaking while you under the damned thing. you heard the telltale creaking of the jacks while your entire body was on the ground below it. you were never more grateful that chet had convinced you to use one of the rollers.

with all the speed your half-conscious body could muster, you walked your feet forward as fast as you could from under the delta and thought you were home free, but then an excruciating pain erupted in your left arm. the ship was on top of the limb and the weight was no pain you’d ever felt in your life. you were certain your scream should have gotten somebody’s attention, but it seems that you’re all alone.

your comm was, unfortunately, on the wrist of your crushed arm and on the off chance that it wasn’t busted beyond repair, you couldn’t communicate with the thing regardless because the buttons were out of reach.

maybe if the surveillance team would see you eventually but you doubted it. there was no way in the galaxy you were going to let yourself be bested by a damn ship though, so you got to yelling for someone to help you and hoped you wouldn’t lose your voice before help came.

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“kix, i know for a fact you haven’t slept in at least two days. get your ass outta here or i’m gonna call your girl in here and have her drag you out.”

“i’m not gonna leave when there’s still so much left to do.”

“you’ve done plenty, vod-”

“coric, i-”

kix wasn’t sure who had a hold on his arm but suddenly he was being dragged out of the medbay, and his body was too weak to resist the familiar grip. “vod, you’ve got a pretty woman waitin’ for ya and she’d hate to see you working yourself to death like this. let’s head to the barracks-”

“no,” kix mumbles, “she’s waiting for me in the hangar, it’s what we always do.” to be frank, kix isn’t completely honest how he’s able to form a coherent sentence with how tired he is. fives says nothing, just nods and takes a turn towards where you were waiting.

the closer the brothers got to the hangar, the more they heard it. they weren’t completely sure what “it” was, but it was a little worrying. the noise kept repeating itself and when they were closer, it sounded… human. they were yelling, and were they crying too? it was hard to tell from here.

warning bells were ringing in their heads and any tiredness kix had before was shoved down deep as they ran to investigate the source of the noise.

if you weren’t in so much pain you would have thought to keep track of the time you spent under the ship. your arm was in a strange limbo of total numbness and almost blinding pain and you couldn’t even focus on your surroundings because all of your focus was on the pain.

no one was listening, no one had been for the past however long you’ve been laying there. your throat was raw from screaming and you began to sob, which didn’t exactly help your throat. you weren’t completely certain when your sobbing began to contain cries for help but what you did know was that the longer you were under this ship, the worse the damage would be.

several more minutes of sobbing and screaming and nothing. not a soul cared that you were pinned down. you were doomed to spend the rest of your days under general skywalker’s ship, forever known as the mechanic whose love for her work killed her.

but wait a minute, were those footsteps? or was it the pounding of blood in your ears?

the two soldiers enter the hangar and their eyes nearly fall from their skulls when they identify your body in such a precarious spot under the bright yellow ship

“cyare! sweetheart, what happened?!”

their feet pound hard on the durasteel floor towards where you were pinned, fear the dominant expression on both of their faces. kix has never seen you cry out of something that wasn’t laughter, and he didn’t think he’d ever be ready to see his headstrong cyare temporarily defeated by a hunk of metal.

“kix, help me get this off her!” fives yelling for his help and the sobs from your throat snapped him back to reality as he helped lift the ship just enough for you to move to the side enough to free your arm.

it almost hurt worse now that the weight was gone which made no sense. once you were free, the men dropped it with a clang and kix was immediately hovering over you, examining the wounded limb. he quickly notices the way your veins are swelling and the unnatural angle of your wrist and is brought to two conclusions: there’s some sort of internal bleeding in your arm that needs to be taken care of immediately, and you have a broken wrist.

“what’s the damage?”

“internal bleeding and a broken wrist. could have been worse but this is a bitch of an injury.”

“internal bleeding? isn’t that where the blood’s supposed to be?”

you wanted so bad to laugh at the stupid joke, it was one of the worst ones you’ve ever heard from him. the most you could muster is a sob-laugh accompanied by a shake of your head. you’d give him the proper laughter later when you weren’t in blinding pain.

fives is watching worriedly as his vod unzips half of your jumpsuit, using the sleeves to tie your arm to your torso. he knows that as a mechanic, your hands and wrists are crucial for your job. would you be let go for this? oh gods, what if you had to leave the resolute? kix would be absolutely crushed without you.

whispering a soft apology in your ear, he lifts you into his arms and begins to run to the medbay as fast as his legs could go. the jostling irritated the wound and brought the tears down harder, and with every step kix was cooing gently and giving choked apologies for hurting you.

“i thought i told you to leave, k- holy shit, what happened?!”

“she was working in general skywalker’s delta when the jacks collapsed and the ship fell on her!”

“there’s a free bed over here!”

coric was struggling to comprehend you crying, that just wasn’t something that happened. ever. he would have continued down this rabbit hole of “holy kriff” but kix was beginning to shout orders. he literally just kicked this man out of the medbay moments ago, this isn’t going to fly. not even - no, especially when the patient is his cyar’ika.

coric and fives could tell that kix’s hands were shaking from several feet away. whether it was because of you, his ongoing lack of sleep, or both, neither of them were sure. a silent plan was devised and fives was soon pulling kix backwards away from you. he was struggling in the arc’s hold, yelling about how he had to be there, how he wasn’t going to leave you. coric was then able to bring the needle to his vod’s neck and pushed in the sedative.

fives gently sat his brother in one of the sparse guest chairs and pulled a second chair next to kix’s. you two weren’t going to be alone, not through something like this.

you woke up connected to machines you knew the names of and how to fix, but not why they were attached to you. then you tried to move your arm and you remembered exactly why in seconds, your eyes seeing spots with the pain. it was nowhere near as bad as it was when you were still under the ship, but it was terrible for just waking up.

then you tried to lift your other side and panicked when you couldn’t move your entire right side. that wasn’t where you were hit, what gives? then you recognized the anti-droid aurebesh and lightning bolt designs and let yourself calm down.

it was just kix, and he was curled around you like a tooka kitten trying to steal warmth. his hands held your right one to his chest, his forehead pressing against your shoulder while the rest of his body was curled up to make itself as tiny as possible. even in sleep, kix was always putting your comfort first.

not wanting to wake him, you decided to gently trace the designs in his hair and count down the minutes until you could kiss him like you’ve been wanting to ever since he left for the planet’s surface.

a throat clears from kix’s other side and you poke your head up with confusion. why was fives there? did he even sleep last night? didn’t look like it.

the arc trooper could see the question forming on your lips and answered it before you could say a thing. “i uh, i didn’t want either of you to be alone when you woke up. i hope that’s okay.”

“that’s more than okay, fives. it’s really sweet of you.”

“yeah it was a guessing game as to which one of ya would wake up first,” you raised an eyebrow as to why they’d be unsure of whether you or kix would be up before the other. “he was frantic when we brought you in, nearly punched coric when he told him to move away from you. had to sedate him to get him down.”

you gasped at the revelation and turned to press a soft kiss to your boyfriend’s crown. it was still jarring to know that you had someone that would fight tooth and nail for you, despite having been with kix for nearly a year. but for him to be given a sedative because he was so violent in his need to help you? it was bizarre. violent was never a word you thought would describe kix, but trying to punch his brother seemed to fit under that category.

he stirred next to you and his hands tightened their grip on yours, his forehead pressing a little harder against your shoulder. a few grumbles came from his throat as he awoke, eyelids droopy as he raised his head.

“are you okay, cyare?” this was more like the kix you know, always putting others above himself from the moment he’s awake.

you hummed and continued to trace his lightning, nodding in reply. “yeah, because you saved me.” he smiles and places a gentle kiss in the palm of your hand before lacing his fingers with yours.

“i helped a little, i think.”

“fuck off, fives.” your boyfriend mumbled groggily as he wrapped himself around you, burying his face in your neck.

“i did!”

it hurt a little less to laugh now and your boyfriend seemed to lose a bit of the tension from the night’s previous events. you smiled and felt kix curl even closer to you, legs tangling with yours like they do every time you share a bed. “thank you fives, your heroism is most appreciated.”

kix chuckled into your skin and began to leave soft kisses on the skin there. “now leave us alone, dumbass. i need some time with my girl.”

fives chuckles and rises from the chair that served as his bed the night prior, patting your leg as he walked by the cot you were laying in. “no funny business in the medbay, you two!” he jokingly wagged a scolding finger at you both.

“oh, get kriffed!”

fives’s head was the only thing visible to you now, a smirk on his face in spite of the somber mood he was in prior to your waking up. “that seems to be your goal, vod!”

your medic grabbed the nearest projectile and hurled it at his head, fives yelping as he ducked barely a second before a datapad stylus speared him in the eye. “thought he’d never leave,” kix jokes. you chuckle at the ribbing and let yourself rest. there was a lot of healing to be done before you’d be back to working shape, you knew that, but having your kix beside you would make it all the easier.

happy late birthday, kayla!!! love you bunches!!!

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pairing: fratboy!lee donghyuck (haechan) x reader

genre: angst/fluff/suggestive (explicit allusions to/mentions of sex)

word count: 4.1k

warnings: fwb relationship, general asshattery on hyuck’s part, explicit mentions of and allusions to sex, slight dom!hyuck

part of a series?: yes, 37.5% viewer ratings, my hyuck bday celebration

🎵 no shame - eric nam

☀️ sex isn’t sex for you without donghyuck

“you’re late.”

donghyuck’s tone is curt, clipped in a way that has no business within the four walls of a frat house, especially not during a thriving party. he has you cornered, one hand out on the wall beside you while his eyes run over your face. the other has a cup of some concoction dangling between his fingers, idle at his side. there’s a potted money plant on your left and a couple of boozed up party-goers mid-conversation to your right.

“and you’re evidently very observant.” you respond, tone dripping sarcasm. you’ve been at the Nu Kappa Theta house for less than five minutes and donghyuck - haechan to the campus, hyuck to those who know and love him - already has his lips inches from your own. you can smell the jungle juice on his breath, and it mixes sweetly with the cedar and orange blossom of his cologne.

it usually takes him at least ten minutes to get here. you consider yourself impressed.

“no bullshit today.” he murmurs, inching closer. donghyuck moves his hand from the wall, instead choosing to trace along the side of your face before placing his fingertips under your chin. he grabs your face lightly, forcing you gently to look him directly in his eyes. you can’t help but shiver under his gaze. the corner of his mouth quirks up at seeing this, and you realize that donghyuck - a stereotypical class clown if you’ve ever met one - is dead serious. he doesn’t want to play, not tonight.

you let your cockiness, your proud facade drop as you nod against his hand.

“okay,” you whisper, feeling small for the moment. “yeah, okay.”

donghyuck wastes no time in stepping back from you, his hand dropping to grasp one of yours. as he pulls you through the throng of partiers, he nimbly places his red solo cup on top of a counter, nodding to a nearby brother - jaemin, if you remember correctly - as he does so. you watch the blue-haired boy throw you and donghyuck a wolfish grin, and you can’t help the blush that rises to your face. you wonder what jaemin’s grinning about.

donghyuck doesn’t give you much time to ponder this as he drags you up the house’s main staircase quite swiftly, pulling you into his bedroom before caging you up against his wall. you lean forward, eager to meet his mouth with your own, but he pulls back before you can. the smirk he gives you infuriates you even more.

“you’re the worst-” you start, only for donghyuck to place his hand against the bottom of your throat, not pressing just yet. he pushes you back, flush against the door, before leaning in, reveling in how your breath audibly hitches once his face is right against yours, dark eyes roving your features.

“if you were good you wouldn’t say shit like that,” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours. he gives you no time to respond, surging forward and taking your lips for himself as he makes quick work of unbuttoning your jeans. you do the same with his shirt - silk, and far too expensive for a college party that’s likely to end in his clothes getting unidentifiable stains - though you’re far more careful with his clothes than he is with yours. he looks even cockier than before when he removes his mouth from your neck for air, and you’re sure it’s because you already look fucked out for him. he lets out a dry chuckle at how swollen your lips are and how unfocused your gaze is for the moment.

“i want you to be good for me, and i thought we agreed on no bullshit tonight, hm?”

“yes,” you say, words coming out in a whisper from the depths of your dry, now-scratchy throat. your swallow is audible.

“yes?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow. your heartbeat stutters as you realize what you’ve forgotten, rushing as you hurry to rectify your mistake.

“yes, donghyuck.” you correct yourself, happy to receive a pleased nod from the man in front of you in response. you aren’t allowed to call him haechan, and you most certainly aren’t allowed to call him hyuck. he offers you no reasoning, and even though it stings you, cuts open your heart just slightly, you never ask.

“on your knees, darling. i’m not drunk enough to deny myself a blowjob, and i promise i’ll get on my knees for you too, but i don’t think you’d enjoy fucking me tonight.”

you blink at him in surprise, and he moves his hand from your neck to cup your face. if you hesitate any longer, you know he’ll yank you onto the floor, forcing you to your knees. you know your safe words, after all, and he’s never pushed or pulled you wrongly.

still, you need to make sure.

“donghyuck,” you start, and he softens slightly at your tone. you seem genuinely inquisitive, like you’re about to ask him something important instead of questioning him like a brat.

“hmm?”

“you’ve still had some things to drink and i barely had, like, a few sips of soju before you found me. are you- are you sure you want me to suck you off? i don’t want to... i don’t want to take advantage of you. that, and-” you interrupt yourself to glance down, only to glance but up at his eyes. “-you aren’t even hard yet. you said no bullshit, but i don’t think you meant it about sex. what’s wrong?”

“wh-” donghyuck looks almost affronted at your genuine line of questioning, his jaw clenching heavily as he looks at you. “when the fuck do we ever talk? if we aren’t going to do anything, we might as well go back out.” he emphasizes this by dropping his hand from your face, instead reaching to grab the doorknob of the door behind you. on impulse, you grab his wrist.

“we don’t,” you say, swallowing after you admit it. “we don’t ever talk and i- it’s obviously bothering you, whatever it is, and i think we need to talk it out. i’m not sucking your dick until we do.”

the pause after your words is... stifling, to say the least. you stare at him, searching his eyes for something, anything. he remains unreadable.

donghyuck’s shoulders stiffen for an imperceptible moment before relaxing entirely, and when he gently pushes you aside, you allow him to. you watch as he pulls the door open regardless, only letting his eyes find yours after.

“get out,” he says, voice surprisingly steady. “get out of my room, and it might be best if you just get out of the house.”

“donghyuck-”

“i’m serious.” he grits out, not meeting your eyes. the difference between the sultry, flirty donghyuck you’d had moments ago and the angry one in front of you now does not escape you. still, for the sake of the tears that are budding along your waterline, you clench you’re teeth together, not willing to let him have the last word.

“you have no fucking shame,” you manage to get out, glaring directly at him as you do. “you can fuck me but you can’t talk to me, huh? i’m just some whore for you to use and throw as you like? you don’t even let me call you fucking nicknames, and you think you have the right to be pissed at me for not doing you while you’re drunk? for caring about you? you make me fucking sick.” you spit out and storm out, not giving him the chance to react nor giving him a second glance, no matter how badly you want to hand him both.

as you rush down the stairs, not bothering to interact with anyone despite the ‘hey, (name)!’s and the ‘woah, slow down’s that you get, you can’t help but tell yourself that you’re done for good, this time. you’re doing sleeping around with donghyuck in the way you should’ve been done months ago. no amount of dick is good enough to keep around when the person attached to it keeps hurting you over, and over, and over. you’ve been mad at him before, but you usually let him fuck you roughly against a wall, bent over his desk, to get both yours and his frustrations out.

still, even then and during all those times, you’ve known it. you’ve known that you’re falling for him, and you’ve known that it isn’t reciprocated. tonight’s made it glaringly obvious that he only sees you as holes to fill, and you absolutely refuse to be an object, no matter how much it hurts to leave.

it’s only once you’re out of the NKT house that you realize your pants are still unbuttoned. the rage and embarrassment that engulf you as you tuck your shirt in properly and zip your jeans back up both have you pulling your phone out, typing, and hitting send before you even know what you’re doing.

the walk back to your place feels awful, but you hold your shoulders high. it isn’t a walk of shame, it’s a walk of relief.

at least, that’s what you tell your roommate, who inevitably questions you after seeing you walk in, slam the door shut, collapse on the couch, and whine for a bottle of straight vodka.

across campus, donghyuck is sitting on his bed, head in his hands, as he tries to tune out his thoughts by focusing on the pounding music he can still hear through his shut door. his phone lies face up and unlocked beside him, though the text that’s lighting up the screen is the very thing he’s doing is damnedest not to look at.

from (name) 😉: it’s over.

♕ ♕ ♕

you manage to go a full week without thinking about him.

it’s genuinely easier than you expect - he isn’t in any of your classes, and you don’t have any truly close friends in common, so you find that you don’t have any reason to see him. sure, you aren’t too thrilled about going from getting laid thrice a week to getting laid exactly 0 times in 7 days, but you'll be damned if you let good dick distract from how poorly you’d been treated by donghyuck.

and god, is it some insanely good dick.

still, you’re determined not to let it get to you, and for a short while, things work out in your favor. you’re busy with organization meetings, volunteering projects, classwork, and spending time with your friends.

disaster strikes for the first time during an organic chemistry study group meeting on day 8.

“(name)? (name)- earth to (name)? hello?”

“huh? wh- yes,” you blink rapidly, pulling yourself back into reality. something’s in your mouth - you realize belatedly that you’re chewing on the already-crushed end of your pen. the daydream you’d been having floods back to you, forcing heat to rise into your cheeks as your friends stare on, mild concern and confusion scrawled across all of their faces.

it’s always been his hands. his fingers, his palms, the way he cups your cheek and the way he kneads at your thighs while they shake around his head. in the world inside your head, you’d practically been able to feel his fingers tracing your skin, hovering over where you needed him the most, giving you exactly what you’d needed.

you might not see his face in your daydreams, but donghyuck’s hands will never be disembodied for you. they carry the weight of his words, the curve of his signature smirk, the sharp edges of his teeth sinking into the meat of your shoulder. you shake your head, forcing yourself out of your reverie.

your friends are still staring at you. at seeing just how flushed and disoriented you are, you practically see realization dawn simultaneously on each of them.

pity joins concern and confusion.

“(name), if it’s hyuck you can talk to us-”

the sound of his name - no, his nickname, the one you’ve always been forbidden from calling him - is what truly forces you back into the truth of the situations both in your heart and between your legs. your friends’ stares start to suffocate you, and you suddenly want nothing more than to be at home.

“i have to go,” you interrupt soobin, standing up as you speak. they all watch, speechless, as you shovel your things into your backpack. “i just- i have to leave. i’ll see you guys later.”

you rush back to your apartment, tossing your bag onto the couch before you lock the front door. you’re thankful to find that your roommate is still in class, or at a club meeting, or wherever. you aren’t quite sure. it doesn’t matter to you - you’re only really looking for one thing, the one thing that you hope will draw your mind off of your aches and your hurt.

you almost cry when you find that your vibrator has no charge on it, and you really do cry when you find that your own fingers, your own hands aren’t enough anymore. it takes a long, long while of imagining that it’s donghyuck touching you, donghyuck who’s giving you the pleasure you deserve, before you can finally properly come after two whole weeks.

after that, it just keeps getting worse.

♕ ♕ ♕

it’s day 11 when you catch sight of him across the dining hall.

he doesn’t see you - you make sure of that when you walk back out immediately after having walked in. it isn’t a big loss - you’ll just go ahead and pay at a nearby foodtruck for once. you’ve been meaning to taste test from the new shawarma truck for a while anyways.

still, the glimpse of him sitting, laughing at something one of his friends has said right before taking a bite of what you believe is a burrito haunts you. more specifically, the image of him nonchalantly licking sauce off his tan skin, swirling his tongue around his thumb and index fingers to make sure it’s all off, is immediately burned into the space behind your eyelids.

even as you sit on a park bench, taking bites of your pita bread while intermittently scrolling through your phone, you can’t shove donghyuck out of your mind. his tongue terrorizes you, flashes of your past trysts with him running through your mind even as you’re determined to focus on your bread and your bread only.

it doesn’t work.

he might be godly with his fingers, but it isn’t as if his tongue isn’t skilled, either. donghyuck has stamina for days, and you attribute it to both youth and the fact that he’s in a frat. you assume sex is some kind of competition for the brothers, although you hope donghyuck doesn’t just see you - hadn’t just seen you - as a conquest, another tally mark. you don’t know if you’d put it past him, though.

after all, if there’s anything donghyuck hates, it’s losing.

and he’d never lost with you. no matter how much you tried to gain control, tried to keep yourself from reacting in the ways he wanted just for the sake of being a brat, donghyuck always won. you can’t even count the number of times he’d eaten you out quickly, sloppily, smirking against your skin in a way that has your nerves on fire. he’d kissed you with everything he’d had, bruised your collarbone and laved his tongue over it like you were his lifeline. his mouth is just as heaven-sent as the rest of him.

you find yourself squirming on the park bench, annoyingly familiar with the tightening in your stomach. donghyuck has a hold on your heart, yes, but you think you hate the hold he has on your underwear even more.

that night, while you dream, you dream of his lips, his tongue. you dream of his smiles and his smirks, the way his mouth looks falling open as you run your own tongue over the head of his cock. you can’t get enough of him, even when you’re asleep.

you wake up sweating.

♕ ♕ ♕

your roommate wakes you up at 2 am on day 14 by loudly and angrily knocking on your bedroom door. before you can even open it, a shout of ‘don’t fuck too loudly’ hits your ears, and you hear the door of the other bedroom in your apartment slam shut. you’re barely out of bed when there’s even more knocking, though, this time, it’s far softer.

“can i come in? can we talk?”

your breath hitches, and you’re suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that you’re only wearing skimpy underwear and an oversized t-shirt. still, against the ongoing war inside your head, you find yourself turning your door handle and pulling it open.

donghyuck, dressed in plaid pajama pants and a neon yellow shirt that’s definitely from some volunteering organization or the other, looks positively forlorn. even worse than than, he looks completely hopeful. you doubt he’s aware of this dichotomy as you step aside, letting him walk in before closing the door behind him.

“before you - fuck, if you were even going to say anything, honestly - let me explain myself. let me explain myself, and then i’ll fuck off again, and we don’t - we don’t ever have to even see each other again, yeah?”

you’re still groggy, but just seeing him both saddens and enrages you. luckily for donghyuck, you’re far too tired to kick him out, so all you do is nod before gesturing for him to sit down on your bed. for your part, you settle down at your desk chair, pulling it so it’s near the foot of your bed.

“i never had a problem with emotionless sex before i met you,” he starts out, and your mind is working at a mile a minute trying to process what he’s saying. donghyuck, lost in his own thoughts, doesn’t notice this, only forging ahead.

“at first, i just thought you were a good fuck, i- i just figured we were having some fun, you know? but then i started... i started letting you stay nights, and you woke me up with breakfast that one time, and... and it just felt right, you know? i didn’t let you call me haechan because it felt too formal, and hyuck just doesn’t carry the weight your words have for me. that, and i was worried that if i let you call me the same thing everyone who loves me calls me, then it would be true, and it would be real.” he finally pauses in his ramblings, taking a deep breath at the end as if it’s the first one he’s taken in a while. donghyuck looks at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to talk or ask or do anything, but he finds that your mouth is just slightly open, your eyes wide as you try and puzzle together what he means.

you’re lucky he’s feeling patient. his eyes light up slightly once you finally respond after what feels like eons.

“... what would be real?”

donghyuck’s budding smile disappears as quickly as it had grown, and he suddenly can’t look at you. he busies himself in roving his eyes around your bedroom, swallowing before he can reply to your question.

“the fact that i was falling for you. it wasn’t just sex, anymore. i- i wanted to... i want to cuddle with you, watch godawful movies with you, go iceskating and drink hot chocolate with you. i don’t just want to fuck you, i... as goddamn cheesy and sappy and awful as it sounds, i want to make love. the thing i was so worked up about that day was that i’d seen you laughing and talking with some other guy when you’d first gotten to the party, and it made me ache on the inside in ways i didn’t know i could. i might just be in love with you, and it freaked me out, so i hurt you. i’m sorry for it, but nothing’s changed other than the fact that i’m not afraid of my own feelings anymore.”

his declaration - his spiel - hits you in the heart, and you’re so stricken in the moment that it must show across your face. donghyuck’s eyes flit to yours, and whatever he sees in them must hurt him immensely, because he allows himself the saddest smile you’ve ever seen on anyone before he pushes himself off your bed.

“i, uh, i know you don’t feel the same way. i just figured i should tell you,” he says, words coming out softer than he means for them to. the smile he gives you is gentle and kind, and you can feel your eyes start to well as he turns around to open your door. he doesn’t look back at you as he speaks again while pulling it open.

“it was nice knowing you, (name). maybe we can be just friends one day.”

you can’t sit by anymore - your thoughts are done forming. without thinking, you lunge out of your chair, grasping onto donghyuck’s shirt.

“i might be in love with you too, you absolute fucking idiot,” you gasp out once you’ve forced him to turn around and face you. “and i asked if you wanted to talk that night because i might love you. i asked because i care, and because i wanted to be more than just a fuckbuddy. god, we’re both stupid as hell.”

“you...” donghyuck manages to get out, his hands finding your waist automatically after he gently kicks your door closed. “you want to be more than what we are too?”

“yes!” you cry out, reaching up to cup his face. “yes. i mean, i miss getting laid, too, and i’ve been dreaming of you, i won’t lie, but yes, i want to hold your hand and go on coffee runs and make you my phone wallpaper and do other gross, couple-y shit with you. i have for a while. i’m still a little mad at how you handled that last night, but i- yes, i want you to be my boyfriend.”

“seriously? really? like really, seriously?” donghyuck asks, the situation at hand finally dawning on him. his eyes are alight with new fire, and as you nod vivaciously he can’t help but laugh and pull you into his chest.

“then it’s settled,” he says, once you both finally pull apart. “we’ll go out and watch a movie or something tomorrow - or, i guess today - night. yeah?”

“yeah.” you agree, smiling genuinely at him. as you look into his eyes, you see them shift slowly from their soft gaze to having a slightly darker, harder edge. his fingers tighten against the cloth of your shirt, and you swallow under his hot stare. you’re guessing that he missed being inside of you just as much as you missed having him inside of you.

“you also mentioned dreaming of me,” he mutters, leaning close to speak directly into your ear. you can’t help the shiver the runs through your body, and donghyuck doesn’t try to hide the low laugh he has at your expense. you don’t trust yourself to speak, not at 2 am while cornered by the one you love, so you just nod, your hair tickling the side of his face.

“no bullshit tonight?” he asks, one hand already coming up to trace what’s showing of your collarbone. you whimper out a ‘yes’, and he walks you backwards until you’re forced to sit down on your bed, forced to stare up at him.

he smiles down at you, and to your surprise, it isn’t hardened or full of command. it’s soft, and real, and you can tell that it’s meant just for you. you smile sweetly back up at him, and he runs a thumb over your cheekbone.

“show me what i did in your dream,” he finally says, sinking to the floor on his knees in front of you. you must look both incredulous and inquisitive, because he takes both of your hands in his, intertwining his fingers with yours before looking up at you. when he finally speaks again, your heart flutters, and you know that maybe, just maybe, the two of you will be alright.

“show me what i did in your dream. tonight, it’s all about you.”

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Freshly baked (Jeonghan)

The face behind the delicious smell wafting from the apartment next to yours comes as a surprise.

» wow I was so busy around his bday I totally forgot that I said I’d stick to the drabbles so here we are several weeks later..!

You smiled to yourself as the familiar, delicious scent began reaching your nose once again while you sat by your dining table, typing an assignment. You weren’t sure what, exactly, your neighbor was baking this time, but it smelled as great as ever, and you found yourself craving for it.

It was a fairly regular scent, even though it came in different forms. Sometimes it was an obvious cheesecake, sometimes some more chocolate-y pastries, and sometimes all you could smell was strawberries.

While you got lost in your memories of the scent, still not knowing who was behind it all, you were brought back to reality when your doorbell rang.

You were quick to walk there, although you had one of your eyebrows quirked at the unfamiliar face you could see from the door phone.

“Who’s this?” you asked a bit hesitantly, and blinked in surprise when the stranger smiled at the camera brightly.

“I’m from the apartment next door, and I’m kind of in the middle of something and can’t run to the store, so,” he began, and you opened your door in the middle of his sentence, at which he smiled even wider, despite being taken aback, “I was wondering if you had some sugar.”

You took in the young man’s appearance; the dark hair that fell over his eyes a little, the broad shoulders and the black t-shirt covered by a gray apron.

And the dough on the tip of his nose.

Chuckling softly, you nodded. “Yeah, give me a second and I’ll bring it.”

He thanked you warmly and waited for you to bring the sugar a moment later.

“By the way, my name is Jeonghan,” he said softly when he took your jar of sugar, and you smiled to him.

“I’m Y/N,” you said and looked into his eyes, brown and gorgeous enough for you to drown in. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jeonghan grinned and tapped the jar of sugar in his hands. “I gotta get back now, but thank you, Y/N. You really saved me!”

You shook your head in amusement as Jeonghan rushed to his door with the sugar, and you closed your own door at the same time that he closed his.

Returning back to your assignment, you found yourself a bit too distracted to focus on the work, much too focused on thinking about your neighbor, whom you had just seen properly for the very first time.

There was something about his bright smile that you just couldn’t erase from your mind, and as much fun as it was to think about him, you could only sigh in frustration as you couldn’t make any progress whatsoever with your work.

An hour or so later your doorbell rang again, and when you went to open it, you were met with Jeonghan again, this time with some flour on his hair, and his hands holding both your jar of sugar and a piece of what looked like blueberry pie.

“I wanted to thank you for the sugar, so... here,” Jeonghan said, smiling a bit shyly this time, and handed you the things. You accepted the piece with a surprised blink of your eyes, and before Jeonghan was able to turn to go back home, you gathered all of your courage.

“Do you want to come over for coffee or something?” you asked, hoping for a positive answer, and almost regretted your decision to ask anything when he looked at you with his eyebrow playfully quirked. “You can get yourself a piece, too, and we can eat together.”

He thought about it for a moment, during which you wanted to just shut the door in front of him, but soon he snickered. “Yeah, that would be nice. I’ll be right back.”

While Jeonghan went to get himself a piece of pie, too, you were quick to put your laptop and other study materials away and make space for the two of you. You also put the coffee machine on, right on time for when you heard a knock on your door.

After you had let Jeonghan in and the two of you had sat down with the pieces of pie, you talked while waiting for the coffee. Since you hadn’t met before, you both presented some very basic questions ranging from what you did with your lives to where you were from and how old you were.

It turned out Jeonghan was a student in another nearby university, a year above you, and just really enjoyed baking, which he had gotten fairly good at over time. Other than that he enjoyed taking walks out in the nature and simply lying down, whether it was alone or with a friend to chat with.

You grinned at the last detail while pouring some coffee for the two of you. “Baking can be tiring, doesn’t it tire you?”

“It does,” Jeonghan grinned and thanked you when you handed his cup of coffee with a spoon, “but I lie down while it’s in the oven, so I usually manage.”

“I see,” you hummed and sat back down, digging your spoon into the pie and smiling to yourself at how good it smelled. “This has to be delicious.”

“It should be,” he chuckled and took a bite for himself, too. “This one is my specialty.”

“Oh?” you quirked your eyebrow and took the bite, and the way it melted on your tongue had you closing your eyes. “Wow.”

“I told you,” Jeonghan said cheekily and brought his spoonful to his mouth, too, enjoying the taste as he always did; while he wasn’t a big fan of candy, for some reason pies he didn’t mind, quite the contrary.

While the two of you ate your pieces of pie, you talked more and more, and by the time you were both finished, you had both taken a liking to each other: you found one another easy and surprisingly comfortable to be with, and you were amused to see Jeonghan still sitting by your table two hours after you had both finished the pie.

“I guess I should finally go, I’m sure you have better things to do,” he said, a bit embarrassed, and you shook your head while smiling.

“I guess, but this has been more fun,” you noted and walked Jeonghan to your door.

He looked at you warmly, and you had to hold back a dreamy sigh as you looked at him, too.

“If you ever want to share more of your baking, I’ll be here,” you smiled to him, and the playful glint in Jeonghan’s eyes had your heart fluttering a little.

“Good to know. It’s always more fun to eat together with someone,” he said and gave you a meaningful, warm smile. “I’ll see you again, Y/N.”

“See you,” you smiled, too, and watched him leave with the two plates he had brought the pie in, and you sighed to yourself as his broad back turned into his side profile when he turned to his door, and finally disappeared into his apartment.

While you didn’t expect for much, you did start getting invitations for tastings by Jeonghan, and the more you got to know one another the more you both enjoyed your time together.

It got to a point where Jeonghan one day nonchalantly noted that perhaps someday you should actually go out on a date rather than just eating his baking at his apartment, at which you almost choked on your cheesecake.

“Date?” you asked incredulously, sipping on your tea to get the cake down your throat.

Jeonghan, his cheeks a rather obvious shade of pink, nodded with his lips pursed. “I... aren’t we...”

Pursing your lips, you shook your head a little, but hurried to place your hand on top of his on the table when he started looking a bit rejected. “We can be, I... I really like you. I just... didn’t realize you, too...”

Jeonghan’s expression brightened at your words, and you bit down on the inside of your lower lip when he interlaced your fingers. “Then, let’s go out on a date, because if it didn’t become clear yet, I really like you, too.”

You nodded and smiled happily, squeezing his hand in yours. “I can’t wait.”

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inunanna · 6 years

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The hanyou and The swordsmith

Thi is the prologue/first chapter of a story that I have been wanting to write for too long.

This is also a bday, house-warming and Christmas gift for our precious @mustardyellowsunshine!!! I love you girl

Summary:

Inuyasha is searching the land for someone that can fix his sword, Tessaiga, but there is no one that dares to work with such a powerful weapon. Then he hears about a hermit swordsmith that is rumored to have increadible powers. But things are not as easy as he thinks.

Also in ff.net and AO3

Pairing: Inukag.

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Chapter. 1

The wind played with the grass around her feet. The plants swayed softly and the smell of her beloved forest was all around her.

A small, secret smile appeared on her face as she looked at her beloved trees. This was her home. It had been for little time now. A peaceful place where she could live surrounded by life and away from destruction. A place where no human would search for her. And place where no youkai could feel her presence.

As she saw a small fox youkai walked to her, she corrected, where no undesired youkai could feel her.

“Kagome! What are you doing around here?”

She only smiled under the preoccupied eyes of the boy. “Hello, Shippou.”

He stopped his walk towards her enough to give her a small bow. Something his late mother had been very strict about.

“This is too close to the edge of your barrier! What if someone senses you?” he asked as he jumped on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m still safe here.” she explained as she stroked his fluffy red hair.

Leaning on her touch, the boy nodded.

“I just feel a little restless… and needed a little walk.”

Something trickled her hand. Looking down she found a small deer rubbing its head against it.

“Something bad is going to happen?” asked the kid on her shoulder with a careful voice.

She let her fingers travel across the soft auburn fur as she tried to explain what she was feeling. Her few friends knew she had strange abilities, and one of them was to feel when something was about to happen.

Usually, she was sure whether it was something good or something to be afraid of, sometimes she even knew if it meant she needed to run away. Unfortunately the last one, she had learned to identify too late.

Kagome shook her head trying to cast away the memories that always threatened to break her and focused on the matter at hand. Stroking the beautiful deer in front of her and calming the child on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry too much, Shippou. I feel something is coming but it’s not entirely bad…”

“Are you sure it’s not a bad monster coming?”

Shippou’s voice was calm but she could feel his tail flickering nervously.

“I’m sure. That is why I’m taking a stroll and not running away”

Her joke was not well received and Shippou only grumbled something close to an agreement but not quite there.

The deer walked away after receiving the attention he wanted and Kagome started to walk again, moving the kid to her arms.

“We are going to be fine, Shippou…” she looked down to find Shippou’s big green eyes looking at her expectantly. “This feeling is a lot like the one I had before meeting you.”

The worry in his eyes disappeared, giving way to one of his time stopping glowing smiles, “you felt you were going to meet me?”

She nodded answering his smile. “I know there was a mischievous and adorable ball of fur coming my way”.

She did not mention how she had also felt she needed to protect the boy because he was about to be hurt. There was something the little boy didn’t need to know.

They kept walking together as she checked her barrier, the only thing that kept everyone with bad intentions and rotten hearts away from this safe place she tried to create.

The place where she could live as normally as she could, a place where nobody asked her to create powerful things to hurt others. A place where creatures like Shippou, that had lost their families could live without fearing for their lives. A place where everything in it was respected and loved, where every tree, every animal, every creature, even the very energy of the water that run through the river was respected and protected. It was the only place she felt safe.

The only place she could call home.

In a place not so far away but very different, a silver haired man stomped his way out of the fourth sword smith’s home he had visited during the last moon.

It was also the fourth time that someone had told him that repairing his sword was impossible. That there were no smiths that dared to work with an object with that kind of power imbued in it. They also told them he needed a youkai to work with it. The problem was that youkai refused to work for him.

The only one that had ever repaired his sword had been Totosai, his father’s loyal friend. Unfortunately the old fart had died recently without leaving a disciple that could continue his job.

With his mixed heritage there was no way that a ‘respectable’ youkai would agree to help him. According to them, hanyous were only fit to starve and die, not to hold the kind of weapon he was trying to repair.

That meant that humans were all he had, but humans were dumb and weak, with no power of their own to shape and work with metal filled with youki.

He knew they could die, the first smith he had gone to had laughed and declared he was the best smith in the land and no sword would ever rebel against him. It only took one hit of the hammer, for the remaining pieces of his Tessaiga to protect itself sending a wave of youki, and for the man to drop dead in an instant.

Since then, he had been looking for a smith that admitted to have powers of their own, so far none of the ones that had been regarded powerful or skillful smiths had actually showed reiki.

Even if they didn’t have any powers, they had all declined working on his sword before he could explain the situation. With a hint of amusement he admitted that humans had pretty good survival instincts and deep down he was glad, there was no need to bury a new body uselessly.

He was outside of the town and finally no one was watching him with eyes full of hate or fear when he felt a familiar bite on the tip of his nose. After slapping it off, Inuyasha waited for the usual explanation, that was almost Instantaneous.

“Master Inuyasha, I found you at last.” the small flea youkai said from the palm of its master’s hand.

Inuyasha scoffed, “Oh, I know Iwas difficult to find after you ran from me when Tessaiga broke”.

The tiny man fidgeted under Inuyasha’s eyes. “It wasn’t like that, I swear… I just—wasn’t like I was running away… I just went to find someone that could help your situation!” the proud smile on his face didn’t manage to change the narrowed eyes or the arched brows on Inuyasha’s face.

“It’s that so, Myouga?”

The flea nodded energetically. “I found the smith Totosai used to talk about!”

Another scoff came from the hanyou “he used to talk about lots of them, all dead now.”

“But, not this one, Lord Inuyasha. This one is very alive. They say this blacksmith lives in the forest, where no one can find him.”

“You sure he ain’t dead?” his head tilted and continued in a distracted voice, “most of Totosai’s friends are as dead as him.”

“I swear on my life, the smith is very alive.”

Inuyasha let out a satisfied laugh that somehow it felt dark to Myouga. “If he’s alive, I’m gonna find him and he WILL fix Tessaiga…”

Two of Myouga’s hands were shyly raised his two right hands, waiting for his master to pay attention to him. When Inuyasha finally finished his self satisfied laugh and looked down.

“What?” he huffed.

“There’s a little issue…”

“Ain’t there always?”

The old man cleared his throat nervously at the same time he scratched the side of his head “well, you see, Lord Inuyasha, the smith is..” as he continued, his voice started to get lower, smaller “umm, well, just kind of a little impossible to find…”

A growl started to sound inside Inuyasha’s chest. “You said you found him…”

“I know the forest where he is supposed to live. However, no one has seen the smith in a long time. They said youkai are protecting the smith.”

“I’ll kill whoever tries to keep him from me.”

His tone was softer than usual and by the look in his eyes Myouga knew his master’s mind was already battling against the monsters and killing them.

Reaching the forest the smith supposedly lived in, was fast and uncomplicated, even a little too easy. His steps started to become slower and more careful when he felt eyes on him…

His hands began to curl as his body fell into a defensive stance. Something was studying him.

His eyes ran searched for any indication of a presence around them and his ear flicked around trying to find any sound that could help him locate a presence.

Even if he felt watched there was no raise of youki that indicated ill intention. “I know you’re there! Show yourself!”

No sound was made… then he noticed what was making the small hairs in the back of his neck stand… there was no sound. No animal moving, no bird singing, no leaves moving. Everything around them was immobile. Suddenly he became aware of the fast pace of his own heart.

“You are not welcome here. Leave!” A strange, cavernous, voice reverberated around the clearing.

Inuyasha answered with a menacing growl “I ain’t leavin!”

With the same calm and emotionless voice, the voice spoke again “There is nothing for you here, hanyou… leave!”

Before Inuyasha could answer, Myoga jumped to his ear “Master, I think it would be wiser to explain the reason why we’re here… maybe they know where he is.”

After a pause the hanyou gave a short huffed and shouted, “I am not leaving! I’m looking for the swordsmith!”

Something in the air changed, the animosity was instantaneous. “You will never find the swordsmith” said a new voice, an angry one.

Inuyasha readied his claws, ready for an attack that never came.

“I will not let you hurt anyone!” the voice shouted.

Inuyasha’s body started to relax “Who said I wanted to hurt someone?”

Something that looked like a cat youkai, but with a suspiciously fluffy tail appeared in front of him.

“There is no one that need the swordsmith that doesn’t want to create something to hurt others!”

“You are fucking wrong!”

Inuyasha took a step towards the youkai. Immediately a few snake youkai slitheed their way between him and the cat-youkai, ready to attack.

Inuyasha took another step, this time baring his fangs “I’ll find the swordsmith! Even if I have to end you!”

The snakes hissed, and this time Inuyasha felt the raise of youki.

“Why do you need the swordsmith help?” a feminine voice asked so softly that for a moment Inuyasha wondered if he was hearing right.

But when everything around him stopped moving at the sound of the soft voice, he needed, for some strange reason, to answer the question.

“I-I need the swordsmith to fix my father’s sword…”

“And what will you do with the sword if the smith helps you?” said the soft voice again.

Many answers came to Inuyasha’s head. Should he answer something that a youkai would like to hear about fight and destruction of humankind? Should he talk about revenge? Without reaching a conscious decision, his words started to spill out of him. “I’ll use it to defend myself…”

He felt the presence before he saw it. The feeling of delicate calm power filled the clearing. The youkai in front of him turned their heads to the side, his eyes followed the direction and he saw her.

A petite woman, in priestess clothing, walking towards him, her black long flowy hair making a trail behind her.

His eyes were fixed on her, on her serious eyes, not losing contact even when the youkai moved to her side and said something to her. She only shook her head for an answer and kept walking.

When she reached him, her hands came forward. “let me see your sword”. She asked with the same soulful and calm tone.

He found himself handing his sword to her even when a voice inside his head roared in protest.

She received the sword with utmost care and closed her eyes. Her shoulders slumped and a tired shivering sigh escaped her lips.

She opened her eyes and looked at him with so much sorrow that he almost took a step back, but when tears started to fall from those eyes and her stare became a glare, he did took a step back.

“I can’t help you. I won’t let you hurt this sword as you’ve been doing.” she took one step closer, gave him the sword back and turn away. “you should leave this forest… there’s nothing here for you.”

Inuyasha blinked a couple of times as he tried to process what had happened. SHe had been rejected by whoever this people was.

“I won’t leave until I see the swordsmith!” he growled.

The cat youkai that had been following the woman turned to him and with a ‘puff’ he became a small red haired boy with the same fluffy tail. He had a mischievous smile on his face as he declared “She was the swordsmith, moron.”

To be continued…

So this is the first chapter. The idea for this story has been sitting in my “undeveloped ideas” folder for months, easily more than a year. But as soon as I told Robin about it she became its No. 1 fan and it only seemed fair for me to give her this little-little chappie.

I hope you like it, it was a pleasure to write it.

For you that are a little lost on what’s actually happening. This is my AU about Inuyasha finding Kagome, in the same way that he found Kikyou on canon. The universe has many things different, yes, but this is for me the answer of “what would had happened if Kikyou had thought of Inuyasha as equals? if he had been able to see him the way Kagome did… XD hope you like it.

#inukag #inuyasha #kagome #inunannafanfiction #the hanyou and the swordsmith

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isadorator · 6 years

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A Fic Year in Review - 2017

dear god this was the busiest year i’ve had yet. let’s see how i did fic-wise!! :D and, as always, concrit and comments are welcome ♥

January

to win the hand of pasithea

this fic was hecka fun to read, not so much to write. the first, extremely silly draft was written while on a red eye cross-continental flight, and i had to post in time for the exchange it was for. luckily hallie was really patient as i cobbled together this marichat/ladynoir fusion nonsense during the next couple of months :’)

February

volpina ladrien drabble prompts (8/9):

no clothes

manga

i managed to squeeze in a few drabbles between an increasingly stressful school workload and my own brain turning against me (more than usual)

March

nothing posted this month, thanks again to the double whammy of school and depression :/

April

volpina ladrien drabble prompts (9/9):

the love at first sight/fish tank scene from romeo+juliet

I WAS. SO HAPPY TO FINISH THIS DRABBLE SET. i actually watched the entire movie for this drabble and ended up loving both, it’s a great scene and i think i did a good job with it :D

May

mlnsfweek prompts (3/3):

walking in on

"nice rose, but get off my bed"

dry humping

foreplay

i think i started my summer internship around this time, which meant less time to write. i got a few sin prompts done tho, as you can see, and ‘walking in on’ is probably my favourite thanks to chloe getting rejected XD

June

ladrien june 2017 drabble prompts (1/2):

comme il faut

cat person

god’s gift to women

“sorry, i wasn’t paying attention because your face is so distracting”

trying to finish the other’s sentences and failing

swallow

work still took up pretty much all my time, but i couldn’t let ladrien june pass without even an attempt at it. the sentences one is my fave thanks to nathalie being nathalie, but all of them were fun :D

July

tell the survivors (the help is on the way remix)

auuuugh okay. so. i was going through a lot of shit this month, including work but mostly involving my family, and i usually let out steam by writing. this is the fic i wrote to help me process everything. it turned out pretty good AND helped a lot, ngl

August

ladrien june 2016 drabble prompts (3/6):

late for class

alya's notp

identity slip up

soft ladrien in blanket

ladrien june 2016 drabble prompts (4/6):

desperate kiss

love spell | potion

still deep in work, so i decided to take another crack at the ladrien june 2016 prompts and finished a nice chunk. elaienar pleasantly surprised me with a ladrien art, so i decided to get back at her by writing a drabble to go with it, thus it is my favourite to write for this month :’)

September

everything's better with beanie babies

i went straight from work to school, which again meant little time to write. but crispy’s bday was this month!!! so i decided to finish writing this silly fic we talked about when i visited her as a present and ahhhh just thinking about all this is making me happy ♥♥♥♥

October

ladrien june 2016 drabble prompts (5/6):

sacrifice

rumours

ultimatum

my school went on strike about halfway through the month, which left me some extra time for writing. i went more cute than the suggested seriousness of the prompts and ‘sacrifice’ is probably my fave thanks to lovey dovey lb =3=

November

ladrien june 2016 drabble prompts (6/6):

weakness

caught in the act

falling

the best friend knows

fairytale

fashion show

‘weakness’ was first drafted more than a year ago and the strike meant i finally had the time to sit down and really rework it into something i’m very proud of. it’s probably my best fic to date and the one that challenged me the most this year. i never would have been able to get it to the quality it is without the help of my friends :D ♥

then i finished off the ladrien june 2016 prompt set, which i was also very proud of, ‘caught in the act’ got a little out of hand, but all of these fills i really love and enjoy |D

December

pire noel ladrien drabble prompts (1/6):

the fluffiest gd spin you can put on adrien finding out that ladybug is marinette

during an attack, ladybug tries to get adrien to hide in a certain store/place and adrien has to explain why he’s banned from entering that place for the next 3 years

what the thief left behind

sleet

adrien asks nathalie for girl advice

age difference au

space au

newly established relationship ladrien where ladybug finds adrien’s collector edition ladybug body pillow

adrien is a weeb. lb walks in on him sobbing over an anime/manga and adrien is only half coherent enough to explain why (or stop her from accusing another person of being an akuma after him)

balcony scene

termination shock

pire noel ladrien drabble prompts (2/6):

ladybug craves kisses, adrien is busy with something

adrien moaning

texts (+all the emojis) adrien would send as himself if only he had lb’s number

“ladybug, we need to talk about this problem of yours.” (aka, ladybug accidentally pisses off another holiday guardian because of adrien)

the strike ended near end of the november, but i was so stressed from the condensed workload and my own brain that i kinda retreated into writing fic as a type of relief. i started in on the pire noel prompts which i collected last December, with a brief foray into voltron so i could deal with my many, many feelings regarding aliens, and i really love i was able to stick to 300 words when i got most of them done (only 10 left!!)

Total Year’s Output: 33,115 words!

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

i wrote less than predicted, since i thought it would be around the 50k+ of last year. but this was also the busiest year of my life thus far, so i’m proud of how much writing i got done :D

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January 2017?

definitely voltron fic, since i love the show but i don’t really feel the need to write for it. the canon just happened to be the one in line with my pressing need to express my love for aliens

(i literally cried in my astrobiology class over aliens adskjafhlksd)

What’s your favourite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest.

definitely ‘everything’s better with beanie babies’ because it features the agrestes being ridiculous and reminds me of crispy :’D

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the New Year?

literally every year i say this, EVERY YEAR, but i want to:

a) finish my wips while making a significant dent in my ‘to write’ list, and;

b) WRITE A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. 2018 IS MY YEAR I’M GONNA DO IT I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD ALKDSJFHLAKSJD

#isayear #isameme #now for bed because holy shit am i tired #new year's this year was lit

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beet-rootesoupevodkabanya · 6 years

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Post-apocalypse military AU.

The beginning of the end XD. Of course nobody died for real. As a true fairytale it’ll end up fine. Actually it’s still raw... FML. I never stayed up at night even for exames or anything... Snow King can be proud. For his bday I do. X3

Sound of shooting stops accidentally. But now tinkling silence isn't an evidence of the end of the battle or at least of a break. It means only that one more line is over. Nothing to hope on. They are locked here. Not so many. Less the 200 people. Last examples of experienced fighters. Of the 1st breed. Ones who still remember and realize the world before the catastrophe. Enemies could never do it by themselves. But... No connection to other Bases or Safe Zones. Blocked channels. Blocked information supports for using air armor. Emergency ways to escape locked from outside... It's too obvious. Safe Zone thrown them away. To die and let the piece agreement happen. Снежный Король sits on the windowsill. Video security system allows to watch what's going on on other floors. He clicks the lighter and inhales the smoke. The stream of death... General widens the picture. Koshey team. All dead. Through blurred monitor it's still rather obvious. They all did as decided on a short urgent meeting in the beginning of this fight. Killed as many attackers as they could until ran out of cartridges. And left 4 bullets. One for every teammate. Nobody here is going to get captured anyway. Red cloud on the floor. She tried to grow up her hair because her lover always had long and was curious. Now it's almost beautiful. They lay on the floor hugging each other. Bloody carpet is a continuation of Mila's locks. The 4 of them are tangled in her red cloak. The Black Shark could be enough to win even in this unpleasant situation. But it was found broken badly. Traitors weren't able to make it work. This weird thing was unspeakably moody. And could literally kill anyone but Sara who ever tried to drive it. So they simply torn away and took with them some parts. All vans and other heavy technique were out of patrol.

[Good work, fucking piecemakers. Now wait until they invade and ruin that fragile illusion that U call stable daily life.]

Yuuri rushes in. Stupidly giggling and shrugging the blood away from his sword. The ceremonial weapon that isn't supposed to be used in battles... Shere Khan smirks licking the blade of the knife. What are they so agitated about?.. It wasn't even necessary to get into this (meaningless according to the situation) close combat. Werewolf (actually werebear if to be exact) reads his usual cards on the table. No, not tactical. Tarot cards. He frowns and raises eyes on commander. In normally calm beastly depth burns silent panic. It's not a fear of things that happen here. It's about something he reads on the desk. - Sir... They can't say anything. Or better to admit - they can but... I'm unable to read it. I see... But don't understand. - And I don't understand this... - the voice of Snow King is quiet. He wipes the wall with a white bandage. The air around is gloomy because of terminal fire and explosions. The bandage stays clean. General's statement could seem inopportune. But his subordinate knows too well they both are talking about the same phenomenon. - Ask them... - General closes eyes for a moment in strange hopeless hope. - Is it possible we all are dead or something... And the world around us is an illusion. Lieutenant Altyin looks at cards and bitterly waves his head. - Then only one explanation... The physical characteristics of our world had changed. I mean globally. In planetary measures. Or even more... Well... I guess it's better to die without seeing what other gameplays the ecosystem prepared for us... - Victor shrugs shoulders, smiling with a kind of lost expression. He has not enough reasons for this theory. But he feels it, knows by blood and cells. Like he knew where to step and when to shoot in a battle. The knowledge that became sharper day by day. Yuuri leans to his Snow King from behind. His blood-stained hands sneak under the t-shirt. He doesn't ask questions but the black, half-blind abyss of his eyes radiates excitement. As if he is in hurry to share as much happiness with his Yuki no Kami as it's possible for the rest short time. - Sir... - Werewolf's intonations are almost begging. - Sir, promise me... Promise us. U will be...careful... - Eh?! Something funny about our old man there? - Major Plisetsky sits near, wrapping an arm on Beka's shoulders. He snorts but they all know he is worried. Capitan looks in green eyes, intertwining their fingers. Then turns to commander: - Cards say U are surrounded by the love. U're loved, admired... U're the chosen one always. And in our situation this is the last thing that is logical to appear in a prediction. But damn it... I don't even see the death in your future... I see the throne of the world. And I understand nothing... Yuuri sneaks under commander's arm, clinging to him with a puppy-like sound. He doesn't say anything but Snow King knows his sudden fear too well. He caresses boy's lips with a thumb: - We will die together. Today. Here. He explains it reassuringly and a bit tiredly. As an adult talking a child not to be scared of the thunderstorm. Yuuri nods and nuzzles Snow King's shoulder giggling.

The explosion chain is very close.

Снежный leaves the monitor. It's not important anymore. The four of them are the last experienced martials able to go on line. But whatever will happen to the Safe Zone isn't their problem now. He smiles at his teammates. Shortly and bitterly: - Time to go... General takes out the glock. The only one that keeps 4 sacred bullets. No right for a mistake. He nods to Angry Kitty. It's like a selfi. One click and a moment will be kept for the eternity. No time to say a lot to each other. And no need to. Deep inside they all know. Shere Khan grins and winks to Snow King while Beka is suddenly distracted with something on his cards left on the table. (Is it even important what's said there?) Grabs his collar and pulls his friend and partner for a kiss. First real one for them both. Оборотень falls into thin but unexpectedly strong arms staring in green ponds and trying to say something through the tight lean of warm lips.

Bang.

Snow King drops the hand with the gun. - Always in vanguard... Шустрый засранец. / Fast little shit. - He mutters it with a short snort. These two had no time to fall on the floor. Yuuri catches them both and puts on the sofa. (He is fast. He became faster during years here.) They lay the way they often did. The way nobody would believe if to say or show a domestic picture. Beka laying on Yurio's shoulder. Kitty always was more a protective and Beka - a supportive one in their tandem. Snow King often laughed at Yurio that they're kicked out from an another fairytale - Beauty and the Beast. And the Beast here is of course Shere Khan. Kitty fizzed and hissed but obviously liked the idea until Оборотень began to mutter that he isn't a decent Beauty even if he is ready to wear a golden dress for his precious Beast. "But it will cause blood from your eyes, believe me..." And Yurio bit and kicked him and yelled: "U are beautiful, fuck my life! I fucking know better." Beka himself mostly laughed that they are more like a forest Witch and Ivan-tsarevich who was tamed by her. Victor often corrected: "Not just tsarevich. More like Иван-дурак/Ivan the dumb..." And Kitty yelled and sniffed until one day he finally resoluted: - Yes, tsarevich, because the son of the King. Yes, дурак, потому что весь в мать/ because like mother, like son." Yuuri fell on the floor laughing first. After some time Beka began to giggle. And only in the evening the realization hit their King too. And he set on the balcony with a cigarette muttering: - Сообразил бля, пизденыш... / What an idea, little shit...

Bullets went through heads but the blood streams down from the wounds, soaking the coach. It's not obvious yet. And seems as if they can wake up any moment. Снежный gets up, walks close and touches the pulse. It's not necessary, but he can't leave it unchecked. Even if everything is obvious. Yurio seems aggressively glad even in his death. He is still short and thin like a girl. He always cursed and promised to grow taller then his commander. He won't. They won't get to know if he would grow tall for real or would stay being this tiny grace. Yuuri cups General's face and smiles. Gently and possessively. Like noone but him ever could: - We'll keep up with them. Snow King sloppily nods pulling his boy closer. The unclear thought is tossing somewhere deep into the brain. But all that hurry, explosions and endless shit don't leave it a chance to be formed. Is it something Beka wanted to say? Anyway there's no time to think about it anymore. He caresses Yuuri's cheek, looks into black abyss and forgets everything. They have less then a couple of minutes. - I'm sorry, малыш... What else to say?... The boy clings to his General with a happy laugh. Rises head looking from beneath and smiles. Mischievously. And playfully. He wants to say he was happy for all these years with him. He was overwhelmed with love to this man since early childhood. Since the first time he saw this the most beautiful face ever. He admired the winter seeing him in every snowflake. Снежный Король filled his entire existence with the meaning and multiple colors even if for others it seemed to the monotonous white. Kay knows better than anyone: only the white keeps all other spectrums and shades. Only in arms of his King and in the middle of the winter desert he felt on the right place. Of course the boy has no time or even suitable words to express it. But Snow King will understand. He always reads it through touches. Yuuri hungrily leans to these soft and tender lips: - I love U. I always wanted to die with U and from your hand. What's more can I wish for? - Stupid kid... - sighs General. It's not obvious from the side but this patronizing tone is flirty. Yuuri, his shy, anxious, naive berserk always was weirdly protective. But not of that annoying type of countless fans who dreamed to see him broken to have a chance to pity him. No. It always was a different protectiveness. Reliable and loyal like walls of your own home. He became the Ivory Tower locking his Sow King in a trap he would rather die then leave. The boy clings closer and deepens the kiss, sneaking under the t-shirt. Sly sparkles in a black abyss become only brighter: - What I really regret - that we don't have time to make love now. I'd be happy to die like this. Victor smiles, digging fingers into dark silk and bites his lip. Yuuri moans, scratching his back under black fabric. Splinters of the northern sky are sad. But tender: - I love U, Kay. Cold steel touches boy's temple. Yuuri smiles leaning to it with that very euphoric expression he always had melting in Snow King's caress.

Frosted finger slowly presses the trigger.

So familiar, so loved body turns into a heavy doll falling into arms of it's master. Victor slowly lays his boy on the floor near the windowsill. They often set there in winter hugging each other and sharing one cigarette in a stupid hope the smoke will be blown away into the open window. Legs are heavy... Too heavy to go with Yuuri to the better place. And... It's fine like this. The entire world drowns into a crimson mist. It begins from boy's temple and wraps his King and everything around into the tightest embrace without a way to set yourself free. But he never ever wanted to get out of it anyway. General Snow King checks up the heartbeat in Yuuri's chest. Silent. He leans to still warm but motionless lips, blindly turns on the final countdown on a self-destruction system. And presses the trigger, aiming into silver locks. Snow King falls on the chest of his Kay. Blood stained lips of the boy still keep a shadow of a smile.

#have fun dear Feli!😉😘✨#I feel no better then these four... XD

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1.) what’s a song you depict with your childhood? two step by ciara 😩 2.) did you have a memorable childhood pet? WAFFLES the dog 3.) have you ever been drunk? like once and it was p lit 4.) have you ever tried drugs? YEAH LMAO a few times ive smoked weed and it was chill but eh 5.) have you ever completely regretted what you’ve said? umm not ever really 6.) have you ever made someone cry? uh duh 7.) has someone ever made you cry? UH DUH 8.) have you ever been in love? if so, describe the moment you knew it. um only two times, and i only knew because it was the strongest feeling ive ever felt and its too familiar 9.) which came first the chicken or the egg? dis dick 10.) are you part of the lgbtq+ community? do you support them? im bi B so uh yeah 11.) how many siblings do you have? 3 but all have one different parent 12.) have you ever been in love with someone you couldn’t love? umm thats a weird way to put it 13.) are you a good cook? i probably am but i never really cook 14.) what is your favorite tv show? big mouth but theres only one season /:

15.) what is the last movie you cried during? a REALLY sad korean movie called Hope

16.) what are songs you’ve cried to when you first heard them? (if any) Praying by Kesha for some reason

17.) do you have a middle name? Christine

18.) have you been out of your country? nope

19.) are you a chocolate fan or not? not really lol

20.) how many people have you kissed? two but if someone asks i say one because one makes me uncomfy

21.) what is your favorite album? Starboy or Digital Druglord

22.) what is your dream car? a jeep buf i forgot the exact type

23.) what is your lucky/favorite number? 7 cause my bday month

24.) what is your favorite flower? i like poppies and pink roses

25.) books or movies, why? movies because i dont stay focused enough to read

26.) have you ever been on a blind date? no n it sounds scary

27.) has one of your friends ever backstabbed you? a couple times but i left those bitches

28.) have you ever backstabbed one of your friends? NO

29.) what thing do you symbolize love with? sometimes music

30.) do you have neat handwriting? SOMETIMES LMAO

31.) do you have a friend with benefits? nooope

32.) do you want a friend with benefits? not rly

33.) if you could be anything in the world, what would you be? a famous animator

34.) have you ever been blackout drunk? NO LOL

35.) have you ever met someone famous? i met a local celebrity but not rly

36.) how many concerts have you been to? like 4

37.) which concerts have you been to? dont get me started

38.) do you have a hidden talent? no bc everyone knows all of them bc im a showoff

39.) what do you do when you’re stressed? scream, cry, sometimes eliminate whatevers stressing me out

40.) do you think money can buy love? if the persona dumb enough ya

41.) how old would you date? like 5 years older is a good stopping point but never younger unless its by months then idc

42.) have you ever done something illegal? smoking weed before im 18? or 21 ya

43.) what is your biggest fear? heights and rejection :3

44.) what is an unusual fear you have? that ill lose something important to me but ig thats not unusual

45.) can you drive? i can but i dont have a license

46.) do you believe in supernatural creatures? not really but ghosts can hmu

47.) do you believe in karma? HELL YEAH

48.) what is one quality you need in your partner? humor or quirkiness

49.) do looks matter? sometimes

50.) does size matter? not really

51.) who is the last person you forgave? my stepmom ig

52.) what is your favorite ice cream flavor? mint chocolate or coffee

53.) what languages can you speak besides english? spanish and sign language

54.) ever been on a plane? when i was 4 so technically no cause i dont remember

55.) ever been on a boat? when i was like 8 ya n i got a gnarly tummy ache

56.) is there anyone you’ve lost touch with that you wish you hadn’t? not really

57.) are there any friendships you regret? heck yeah

58.) are there any friendships you wish you could make? not really

59.) have you ever stayed awake for 24 (+) hours? no im not a maniac

60.) have you ever walked outside after 12 am? yeah just around my block tho

61.) have you ever seen a sunrise completely through? yeah im up at 5:30 errday

62.) are you scared of rollercoasters? not as much anymore

63.) on a scale of 1-10 how stressed are you usually? 6

64.) do you have any plans this weekend? just practice

65.) do you miss anyone right now? kinda not rly

66.) who do you wish you were talking to right now? no one idk no one in particular

67.) if you could have any superpower, what would it be? invisibility

68.) who is your favorite superhero? batman b

69.) are you dirty minded? no lol

70.) what is your favorite song from every decade starting at that 80’s? dont

71.) how many kids, if any, do you want? 000000

72.) who is your biggest OTP? me w myself

73.) what is your favorite food? sushi

74.) do you want to be married one day? yeah but it aint a big deal if im not

75.) dogs or cats? cats

76.) do you drink enough water daily? NO LOL

77.) have you ever seen a shooting star? nop

78.) if you had the opportunity to go to the moon, would you? no that shits scary

79.) how many best friends do you have? 3

80.) when was the last time you cried? idk tbh

81.) have you ever laughed so hard you peed yourself? MULTIPLE TIMES BUT IT AINT EVER FULL ON ITS LIKE oh shit

82.) have you ever made anyone laugh so hard they peed? probably (;

83.) if you could travel any where in the world, where would you go? japan or hawaii

84.) what are 3 words you would use to describe yourself? stubborn, generous, witty

85.) do you consider yourself a loyal person? of course

86.) what is your favorite season and why? fall bc its not too cold but its not freezing n pretty colors

87.) have you ever told anyone you loved them, and didn’t mean it? yes and yes bc i wouldnt say it if i didnt mean it which goes for everything

88.) do you know how to play any instruments? violin but i aint good

89.) do like like falling asleep to music or not? no i find it distracting

90.) what are you allergic to? cats and chlorine

91.) have you ever wanted to be someone else for a day just so you could see what there life is like? yeah but idk about what specific person

92.) if you could be any character from your favorite tv show would you, and if so, who would you be? i dont want

93.) if you could be best friends with any celebrity who would it be and why? taylor swift idk why

94.) are you outgoing? kinda

95.) have you ever wanted to kiss someone, but weren’t brave enough to? um ya

96.) are you a good flirt? probably idk

97.) have you ever been turned down, or have you ever turned anyone down? yes and yes

98.) which planet is your favorite? neptune

99.) are you superstitious? a little but not rly.

100.) are you a good listener? yes

101.) are you a good kisser? IDK

102.) would you kiss any of your friends? NO

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