#one of these days i’m gonna actually title and tag all my drabbles

[widowbitessting]

Hi! first of all I love your writing! And I was wondering if you have done any drabbles on how the trio reacts to baby feeling down or having a bad day, I have tried looking but i’m very bad at that so I’m just gonna leave this here and hope you can let me know. And if you haven’t I was then wondering if I could submit a request for you to write something along the side of that? when you’re feeling more up to writing it of course!

(PS I haven’t been on here for a bit but I like to come on when i’m feeling down and life is kicking my ass like it is right now but I want you to know I love rereading SM and all the drabbles surrounding it, thank you for bringing us that comfort with your amazing writing even when people are being dicks for no reason❤️)

Hello my beautiful nonnie. Now I won't lie, this ask has caught my eye for so long that I've actually been bickering with myself, over what drabbles fit and what don't😂 So I'll go ahead and tag ones that are similar in a way and then add something under the cut to make sure you're 100% satisfied with my response, I hope that is okay!

So! The drabbles I'm tagging are *insert drum role here*

Who is the softest/kindest dom out of the trio? - a fluffy drabble that I hope makes you feel all fluffy and stuff

Aftercare! - A drabble showing how much the Trio! listen and care for you, especially with safe words.

Unknown/Known Scars - TRIGGER WARNING, please read the trigger warning my love before reading this one.

Coffee Shop & Baby Doesn't Get Enough Sleep - I tagged two in this ask, where Baby is overworked at school and the Trio! are always there to take care of her.

Some Cute Things - Just cute fluff 'cos we love cute fluff around here

And finally, my favourite one on this list - The Sick Fic - it's self explanatory but Baby gets poorly and our Trio! look after her!

Now I'm aware all of these come under the stressed title and not worrying title, which is why I'm gonna add to that under the cut. I hope I can do you justice with it, and I really hope you enjoy this reply.

Much love

Livvy

xoxo

Also trigger warning for this one. Just in case.

When life seems to be kicking your ass, when your brain turns on you and becomes incredibly mean, you push everyone away.

It's a coping mechanism learnt from childhood, one that you need to break, but you can't.

MJ knows it too.

Can see it when you come home and the light in your eyes just isn't there anymore.

It's like you become a shell.

You're there physically, but mentally your thoughts are spiralling.

And MJ, your fabulous best friend, knows that she doesn't have the skills to help.

No matter what she does, you just push her away and burrow until the bad days ease and pass like a wave.

So she calls backup.

Wanda, Natasha and Carol come as quick as they can.

Already on their way to you as you've even tried to push them away.

Even going as far to exit the different dm's you're in with them as the constant message vibrations/notifications grate on you to the point where your brain whispers: they don't need you anymore

MJ leaves when the Trio arrive.

Knowing to give you all space, but makes them promise to message when you're back so she can come home and give you a cuddle, as well as a slap.

When they try your bedroom door, it's locked.

It's the first battle.

Actually getting you to unlock it.

To let them in.

It takes time.

A long time.

For them to break through that first wall.

To convince you that they're here and not going anywhere anytime soon.

In fact, it takes almost an hour.

You sit on the other side of the door, back against it with your head burrowed in your arms.

Fingers clenched so tightly in your hair.

Fighting against your brain to believe them.

When you finally let them in, they don't rush inside your room.

They stay where they are.

Waiting.

For you.

For you to let them in.

And at first, it looks like your brain is going to win and you're going to shut the door on them and everything is going to go back to square 1.

But -

You nod.

A tiny, little nod.

And it's all the Trio! need to embrace you.

For you to vanish amongst three warm bodies.

That tell you how much they love you.

How much they adore you.

How they just want to keep you safe and happy.

You're their girl.

And they're not going anywhere.

Ever.

They tell you this as you cry.

As you scream at them to stop lying.

As you smack them over and over until you collapse in a heap and sob.

It doesn't stop them.

They're still there.

Proving to you, to your overthinking brain that they are not going anywhere.

When you're finally ready to talk, they listen.

Wanda cries.

Natasha nods along.

Carol chews the inside of her cheek.

And once you're done, they thank you for being so open about this side of you; the side you've tried to hide.

And they promise to you that: They. Are. Not. Leaving.

Ever.

They will remind you this when your brain is mean every time.

When you shut them out, they'll wait.

When you vanish, they'll find you.

When you try to push them away with all that you have, they won't move.

They'll stay and prove to you that it is you that they want.

You're their perfect girl.

Their darling submissive.

But most of all: you are theirs.

And they will make sure you never forget it.

You are theirs.

And they are yours.

Forever.

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #sugar mommies #reader insert #spiderbites #sugar mommies!asks #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #smu #sugar mommies au #sugar mommies: world building #sugar mommies universe #sugar mommies drabble #sugar mommies suggestions

[lurking-latinist]

reviving a meme I previously got from @swinging-stars-from-satellites

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

158 (one currently unrevealed).

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

103,185. I cracked 100k recently!

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

All the Doctors Who + Gallifrey + Iris Wildthyme + The Time Travellers + GoR etc.; Ancient Greek Religion & Lore; WtOVPIC; Blake’s 7; Dracula; Discworld; Windrose Chronicles & Sun-Cross series also by Barbara Hambly (one crossover); All Creatures Great and Small; Lost at Christmas, heaven help me. That makes nine as I count it. Most only for one small thing or crossover.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

Skipping kudos bot victims:

Ms Smith (13 and Sarah, fun with fake names)

don’t worry, he’s with me (Ten and Donna five-times-fic)

Vicarious (Six & Martha drabble)

Time Flies Like an Arrow (witches fly on a broomstick) (Discworld, Lancre Witches, having a philosophical conversation about time) (I have come to detest this title but I’m glad people enjoyed the fic)

to all our nights and days to come (Seven/Romana Time War AU)

It’s helpful to include extremely popular, well-known characters in your fics. Or, apparently, to write a slightly darker twist on your rarepair OTP and happen to plug it one day on a relevant popular post.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I do, because I love getting comments and I am always genuinely grateful to hear that someone has enjoyed my work!

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Wow, last time I did this meme I said it was That Which We Call. That’s changed. It might actually be to all our nights and days to come, or else one of the Six-post-Trial ones.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Apparently! But not much, and not well.

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

Nope, touch wood.

9, Do you write smut?

Not my thing.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! @sci-firenegade translated Making History into Portuguese! It is so cool.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Sort of, with Moki! We more tend to write sequels to each other’s stuff, but we also have listed ourselves as co-authors on a couple of things.

13. All time fav ship?

Seven/Romana.

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Never say die! Probably the Eight/Charley babyfic AU, though. If I go back to it it’ll be as a very different writer and I’ll probably want to rework what exists and it’ll be technically a different fic.

15. Writing strengths?

Character voices & dialogue. Also, focalization. I always know what A thinks of B and what B notices about A, which is hilarious as I absolutely do not know any of this in real life.

16. Writing weaknesses?

Used to be length; I’m still very brief but I feel like I have more control over the length of a fic now. Like it comes out more or less the length I expect it to; I can tell what size something’s gonna be. Probably now I would just say plot. I’m not great at Things Occurring. And like everybody else I get hung up on how to describe basic actions like walking across a room.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Don’t do it if you can’t get the other language right (as well as how code-switching actually tends to work). Also, translation convention exists for a reason. Probably don’t pull an ‘opening lines of War and Peace’ unless you are in fact Tolstoy, in which case you don’t need my writing advice. Nothing inherently wrong with it though.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Officially, DW. Unofficially, probably something as a kid before I knew fandom existed. Redwall or something.

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

to all our nights and days to come, probably.

Not tagging anyone, but memes are for stealing!

[boxofbonesfic]

SKYPE/ SEX W BUCKY BARNES🤲

YOOOOO I LOVE THIS LMAO

this drabble got away from me but… anyways ENJOY ❤️ MINORS, DNI!!

title: Kiss me thru the phone

rating: explicit

warnings: smut, fluff

AND I OOP—

Bucky hates being away from you. Hates how he can’t go to sleep without you there, hates how he can’t pull you close, fit you against his chest with your leg thrown over his hip, like you like.

So when you suggest skyping when he goes on missions to help him fall asleep, it’s completely innocent. “We can talk until you fall asleep,” you say as you install the app. Bucky huffs.

“Ain’t the same.” he grumbles, tugging you onto his lap. This goodbye is worse than all the other ones—he’ll be away for three whole weeks, much longer than he’s been away for a long time. And as much as you’re loath to admit it, you have trouble sleeping without him, too. So when he finally leaves early the next morning, his beard stained with you and tired but satisfied, you hope the time will fly by.

The first week is the worst. Bucky forgets to call four nights out of the week, and when he does, the connection is terrible, and you both end the calls frustrated and lonely. When he calls the next Monday, the video is crystal clear.

“Hey, baby.”

“Bucky! You remembered.”

“ ‘Course I did. I never forget my best girl.”

“You forgot me last week,” you tease, and you watch him frown.

“Forgettin’ to call s’not the same as forgettin’ you, baby. Besides, we were moving around a lot.”

“You look comfy.”

“Yeah, they’ve got us staying in this ritzy hotel.” You know he can’t say more—it’s a risk just talking to you, but one he’s more than happy to make. “Miss you so much, doll.” he sighs. “Can’t sleep without you.”

You ask him about his day, what dreams he’s had lately, any and everything you can think of until you’re both yawning, and you finally fall asleep. That’s the pattern every night for the next week—and though it certainly isn’t the same as feeling him wrap his arms around you, the vibranium one cool against your skin, you’re definitely sleeping better.

The following Saturday is when everything goes sideways.

You wake in the middle of the night, the sound of rustling rousing you from slumber. It’s late, still dark out, and you peer blearily around the room without sitting up. Nothing looks out of place, and a cursory glance tells you that no one’s there. You turn over, realizing your phone screen is still on—and then you see it.

His hand glides easily up and down his cock, and you can hear the sound of slick flesh against flesh. He’s hard, the bulbous head of his fat cock dripping with precum. You watch him jerk his hips up into his hand, cursing. You don’t mean to make any noise, but a soft gasp escapes your lips, and his hand stills. You lay there, immobilized as you pray he hasn’t noticed you.

“Know you’re up, sweetheart.” his voice is gravelly from sleep. “Dick got you speechless, baby?” he chuckles, and you swallow thickly, picking up your phone with trembling fingers.

“You do this a lot?” you ask in a small voice, unable to keep the heat from creeping into your cheeks. This is a man who’s fucked you six ways from Sunday and then som, but for some reason seeing his cock through the screen seems dirtier.

“Couldn’t help myself, staring at that sweet ass for hours. ‘Memberin’ how good you feel all pushed up against me and fuck—“ his cock throbs as he speaks, a fat drop of precum gathering at the tip and slowly dripping down. He angles the phone so that you can see his face. “Can’t help myself, doll.”

Your mouth is dry—you don’t want him to stop, but you don’t know what to say, what to do.

But Bucky does.

“Take your tits out, sweetheart.”

You do, pulling down the neckline of your tank-top until your breasts spill over the fabric. He groans, and you hear his hand speed up. “Fuck.” You feel naughty showing off on camera, and although Bucky is the only one who can see you, it still feels like you’re putting on a performance. The thought makes your nipples harden.

“What’cha got on under the blanket, sweetness? Show me.”

You inch the covers down, exposing the curve of your hip. These boy-shorts are a little small, but they’re perfect for this, because they dig into the cheeks of your ass, creating even more delicious curves. Bucky’s practically salivating, and you can hear him egging you on. “More. Let me see, baby. Fuck.”

He makes you cum twice—and you think it counts because when his velvety voice is ringing in your ears, urging you on, it’s better than it’s ever been when you were alone—and finally lets you end the call. You fall asleep immediately after.

Bucky’s only gone for three more days before he’s pounding on your door. You barely manage to unlock it and then he’s on you, lips and hands forcing you against the kitchen table.

“Thought-you weren’t-supposed to—next week?” you manage to gasp out between his kisses.

“We finished up early.” his fingers tangle in your shirt as he attempts to undo your blouse, before he grunts in frustration and just tears it. You mumble out a protest, though you don’t really care. “I’ll get you a new one.”

“How’d you manage that?” you ask, adding this shirt to the mental tally of Bucky’s many infractions.  He grins.

“I just got the right motivation.”

#one of these days i’m gonna actually title and tag all my drabbles #boxofbones drabbles #bones drabbles #boxofbonesfic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #smut

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Special to Me - Fred Weasley

Title: Special to me Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Fred and Y/N confess just how much the other really means to them Warnings: NSFW!!! Slight sub!Fred, dry humping, teasing/name calling, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex A/N: this is a continuation of this drabble I posted the other day for my birthday event, but I’ll be using it as the opening part of this fic so no need to go and read (or reread ;)) it! feedback is always welcome, and requests are open!

Tagging those who requested this!: @levylovegood​ @jenniweaslee​ @hella-rad-kiss-my-sass​

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“Can’t sleep either?” asks a sleepy voice from somewhere behind Y/N.

Y/N turns around, smiling as Fred comes down the last few steps into the common room. The only light comes from the raging fire, and as Fred steps into the light Y/N eyes widen and she has to look away. Fred is completely shirtless, and his plaid pajama pants are sitting low on his hips, exposing the V lines that lead into his crotch.

“No,” she answers, keeping her eyes trained on the fire. Fred occupies enough of her thoughts as is, she doesn’t need to have his half naked body plaguing her thoughts for the next few weeks as well. She holds her breath as he settles into the armchair opposite her, his pale skin practically glowing from the reflection of the flames.

Fred sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “You been down here long?”

Y/N shakes her head, trying not to let her eyes linger on Fred for too long. Just his shirtless body Is enough for her to start feeling aroused, and Y/N tries to subtly rub her thighs together. “Just a few minutes. Alicia keeps sleep talking it’s impossible to fall asleep.”

“Yeah, George’s cold is making him snore, sounds like a bloody chainsaw,” Fred chuckles. “Don’t know how Lee can sleep through it.”

Y/N hums in acknowledgement, her mind too focused on tracing the lines of Fred’s abs and committing them to memory to say anything. She feels a bit bad about her obvious ogling, but as Fred leans back in his seat, stretching his torso out for her, she can’t seem to care. Fred is obviously enjoying the fact that she’s watching him, so she might as well look while she has the chance.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Fred hasn’t even noticed that she’s starting at his torso, because he’s too busy watching her. Truthfully, Fred could sleep threw the loudest firework show in existence, it’s one of the perks of growing up in a house full of people. In reality he’d woken up from a delicious dream, which Y/N had been the star of, and he needed to calm himself back down before he would be able to get back to sleep.

The top she’s wearing is oversized, and it’s slipped from one of her shoulders. Her delicate collarbone is on display and Fred is imagining his lips nipping, biting and sucking at the soft flesh. Y/N’s chest is heaving with deep breaths, and despite the fact that the room is quite warm, he can see the faintest outline of one of her nipples. It’s not until his eyes wander up to her face from her chest that Fred notices Y/N’s eyes are glazed over, and she’s staring at his exposed chest.

“Like what you see?” Fred says suddenly, chuckling when Y/N jumps slightly.

Y/N immediately looks away from Fred, her face flushing a deep red. “Sorry, sorry,” she stutters. “I don’t know what came over me.” Y/N feels her eyes wandering back over to Fred and she shuts her eyes to keep from looking at him. “I’m sorry but I can’t keep talking to you if you don’t put some clothes on.” Y/N swallows thickly and let’s herself look Fred up and down once again.

Fred pats his lap, his tongue coming out to lick at his lips. “So, let’s not talk then.” Fred watches as Y/N bites her lip, his already hard cock twitching in his pajamas. “Sit with me,” he says, a hint of force in his tone.

Y/N shivers and throws any shame she had earlier away. Without a moment of thought she straddles Fred’s waist and presses their lips together hotly. Her hands grip his bare shoulders and her hips start to grind down against him. She moans as Fred’s hips thrust to meet her downward movement, his hard cock just barely brushing her clit.

“God, Y/N, you are gorgeous,” Fred says, his hot breath fanning over the skin on Y/N’s shoulder. He presses kisses to the skin there, unable to stop himself from sucking a mark. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admits, his lips trailing kisses back up towards Y/N’s mouth.

Y/N stops her movements on Fred’s lap, and she leans back so she can look at him properly. “Really?”

“Why is that so surprising?” Fred asks with a chuckle. “You’re beautiful. And smart. And caring. And funny,” Fred says, accentuating each compliment with a soft kiss to her lips.

Y/N flushes at Fred’s words. “Yeah but you’re Fred Weasley.” When Fred gives her a look she rolls her eyes. “You’re the guy that every girl wants, Fred. You’re charismatic, and funny, and smart and let’s just admit, you’re fucking hot Fred. You could have any girl you want with nothing more than a look.”

Fred pulls Y/N’s mouth down onto his and kisses her slowly. “You’re the girl I want, Y/N. Most girls just see my looks or my body, they don’t see the real me. Except for you. You always laugh at my jokes, even the ones that aren’t really that funny. And you always notice when I’m upset, and you actually give a shit when you ask what’s wrong. You’re not there for me because I’m Fred Weasley,” he mocks with a chuckle. “You’re there for me because I’m Fred. Just Fred.”

“You’re not just Fred,” Y/N says softly. “You’re everything to me, Fred.”

“Hopefully being your everything includes being your boyfriend,” he jokes.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but there’s a tender smile on her face. “Just shut up and kiss me, boyfriend,” Y/N drawls, letting Fred pull her into another kiss.

Fred’s hands trail up Y/N’s shirt as they kiss, coming around to fondle and massage her breasts. His thumbs rub at her nipples as his hands work at her breasts, causing Y/N to let out a low moan against Fred’s mouth. “Feel good?” he asks, his mouth starting to kiss down her neck.

“God, Fred yes,” Y/N moans, her hips starting to grind down against him.

Fred’s hips start to thrust up, meeting Y/N’s downwards movements, causing both of them to let out breathy moans. Fred nips at the exposed skin of Y/N’s shoulder, sucking a mark into it. His hands leave her breasts so they can grip her hips and he starts to guide her movements. Y/N grips onto Fred’s shoulder with one hand, her other running up and down his torso, flicking at one of his nipples every time she passes it.

“Fuck that feels good,” Fred groans into the crook of Y/N’s neck. His cock twitches in his pajamas as Y/N starts to pinch at his nipple. Fred starts to rut up into Y/N harder, his hands pulling her down against him tightly. “Oh,” he gasps as Y/N’s other hand tangles in his hair and tugs at it.

Y/N bites her lip as she watches Fred come undone under her. His hips are working feverishly, and he’s too busy moaning to continue marking up her skin. “You’re gonna come in your pants, aren’t you?” Y/N teases, unable to stop from smirking at the noise Fred makes. “God look at you. You get a girl in your lap and you turn into a desperate little boy.”

Fred nods, too busy moaning to respond to Y/N. “Fucking hell,” he moans as Y/N lightly twists one of his nipples and pulls his hair at the same time. “Don’t stop, please.” The fabric of his boxers catches on the tip of his cock with every thrust, pulling moans from his mouth with each movement

Y/N stops moving her hips, allowing for Fred to rut up against her at his own pace. His hardened cock just barely brushes her clit with each stroke, and while it’s not enough to get her off, that coupled with Fred’s reactions is enough to keep her interested. “Have you ever even touched a girl, Freddie? So desperate for it already, humping me like a little boy with his first hard on.”

Fred groans, his grip on Y/N’s hips tightening as he moves her body against his. He can feel precum oozing out of his tip, slicking up his shaft and allowing him to rut against Y/N smoother. When Y/N twists his nipple again his eyes fly shut, and stars erupt behind his lids. He’s never felt this turned on, and he can feel himself on the verge of coming at an embarrassing speed.

“Gonna come,” Fred pants.  He buries his face in Y/N’s neck and his hot breath causes goosebumps to pop up all over her skin.

Y/N tugs on Fred’s hair again, her other hand relentlessly rubbing his nipple. “Go on, Freddie. Make a mess in your boxers. Be a dirty little boy and come for me.”

Fred brings Y/N down flush against his crotch, and a long whine leaves his mouth as he comes. He spurts all over the inside of his boxers, the warm liquid making the fabric stick to his sweaty skin. Fred takes gasping breaths as his cock twitches with the last few spurts of his release, and Y/N starts run her hand through his hair while her other comes up to stroke his cheek.

“Fucking hell,” Fred says once his breathing has returned to normal. He pulls his face out of Y/N’s neck and looks up at her. “You’re amazing.”

Y/N blushes, and kisses Fred fiercely. “You like being my little boy?” she teases.

Fred’s face flushes an even deeper red. “You found it hot too, don’t even lie.”

“I’m fucking dripping,” Y/N leans forward to whisper in Fred’s ear. He grabs the back on Y/N’s neck and slams their lips together, immediately shoving his tongue into her mouth.

Fred grips Y/N’s thighs and stands up, before turning around and depositing her in the chair he was just sitting in. “Let me take care of that,” he drawls with a wink. Fred spreads Y/N’s legs apart and sinks to his knees, settling between them. He runs his hands up her legs slowly, causing a shiver to run down Y/N’s spine. “Can I?” he asks when his hands reach the waistband of her sleep shorts.

Y/N nods. “Please Fred.” Fred grabs her shorts in both hands and pulls them all the way down and off, taking her panties with it. “Oh fuck,” Y/N gasps as the cold air of the common room suddenly hits her core.

Fred bites his lip as his eyes rake over Y/N’s dripping pussy. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he compliments. Fred rests each of Y/N’s legs on his shoulders as his right hand comes up to tease her wet fold. “Fuck you weren’t lying. You’re already soaked, princess.”

“Fuck, Freddie,” Y/N moans, tilting her head back against the chair. Fred has sunk two fingers into her, and as his fingers curl the tip of his middle finger brushes against her g-spot. “Can I have your mouth too, Freddie? Please,” she begs.

“How can I say no to that? Not when my princess asked so nicely.” Fred presses a few kisses to the inside of Y/N’s thigh before he leans forward and licks from where his fingers are slowly fucking into her up to her clit.

Y/N moans as Fred’s tongue starts to flick at her clit. Her thighs are shaking and when Y/N tries to shut them Fred’s free hand flies to her thigh and holds it down. His fingers dig into her flesh in a way that Y/N knows is sure to leave bruises. “More Fred, please,” she begs, already feeling her orgasm start to build.

At her words Fred sucks her clit into his mouth, lightly nibbling on the sensitive bud and a third finger joins his other two. He lets his tongue toy with her clit as he sucks, a deep moan coming from his throat as Y/N clenches around his fingers. “You’re so fucking tight, Y/N,” he groans. His thumb starts to rub harsh circles on her clit and his mouth works on sucking bruises into her inner thighs. “Can’t imagine what you’re gonna feel like around my cock.”

“F-Fred,” Y/N stammers, one of her hands coming up to massage her breast over her shirt. “Gonna come, Fred,” she groans. Fred puts his mouth back on her core and hums as he sucks on her clit, pushing Y/N over the edge. “Fred,” she moans, her walls tightening around his fingers as pleasure courses through her body.

“Good girl,” Fred coos, as Y/N comes down from her high. He gently removes his fingers from her core and licks them clean, before he comes up to press a kiss to Y/N’s lips. “You’re bloody brilliant,” he compliments, before pulling Y/N into a deep kiss.

Y/N whines as Fred pulls away from their kiss, her hands reaching up to pull him back down. “Kiss me more, boyfriend,” she requests with a laugh.

Fred leans down and kisses Y/N again briefly, chuckling as he pulls away. “You’re already quite demanding, girlfriend. Maybe I need to rethink this whole scenario,” he teases. When Y/N pouts he leans in again to kiss it away.

“Fine don’t be my boyfriend,” Y/N responds, biting her lip. “I was gonna ride my boyfriend’s cock but since I don’t have one I’m just going to go to bed.” Y/N winks at Fred before pushing him away from her. She grabs her pajamas and panties from the floor and starts to head towards the staircase when a pair of arms wrap around her waist and lift her up. “Fred!” she squeals, laughing as he carries her over towards the couch.

“Your boyfriend doesn’t appreciate you saying things like that and then walking away, Y/N,” he teases. He sits down on the couch and arranges Y/N on his lap so she’s facing him. He reaches up and lifts Y/N’s shirt off of her body and tosses it onto the couch next to them. Fred’s hands immediately land on her breasts and he starts to massage them

“Oh, so you are my boyfriend?” Y/N asks, her tone light and playful. “Thought I was too demanding for you, Freddie?”

Fred’s hands leave Y/N’s breasts to he can pull his bottoms down to his thighs and his cock springs out. He grasps the base of his cock with one hand while the other grips Y/N’s hip. He looks up to her for confirmation, and when Y/N nods he guides her down onto his cock. They both moan loudly, and Fred presses his face into Y/N’s neck to muffle his noises. “Fuck Fred,” Y/N moans as he bottoms out inside her. “Stretching me out so good,” she groans, rolling her hips slightly.

Fred pulls their lips together and kisses Y/N hard, slowly starting to fuck his hips up into her. “I’ve been trying to get you to notice me in that way all year, Y/N. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Y/N kisses Fred softly and braces one hand on his shoulder, the other on his stomach as she slowly starts to lift up and fuck herself on his cock. “Really? All year?” she pants.

Fred nods, his hands landing on Y/N’s hips to help her lift off of his cock. His hips start to meet each of her thrusts with a sharp jab and his lips nipping and sucking at her neck. “I don’t set dung bombs off in Snape’s office and get a month of detention for just anyone, dear.”

Y/N moans and tilts her head back, giving Fred more room to kiss. “You did that for me?” she asks breathily. Two months ago, Snape really went off on Y/N during class, and that very evening Fred had set off 5 dung bombs in his office, the dungeons reeked for days and Fred was in quite a bit of trouble.

Fred hums against her neck, causing a shiver to roll down her spine. “Broke Flint’s arm with that bludger for you too after he called you a bitch.” He presses a few more kisses to her shoulder blade as one of his hands travels from her hip to her core. “And I charmed that feather to tickle Flitwick to make you laugh when you were having a bad day.” Fred sucks a mark into Y/N’s collarbone, grunting as she clenches around him. “And I set off all those fireworks over the Black Lake after you told me how pretty you find them.”

“Fred,” Y/N says softly. She grabs his chin and makes him look up at her. “I can’t believe you did all that for me.” Y/N whines as Fred’s thumb starts to rub circles on her clit. She leans back slightly, and the new angle allows for Fred to slip even deeper inside of her. “Oh,” Y/N gasps as the tip of Fred’s cock finally brushes her g-spot.

“Don’t say it like that,” he scolds, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Like you’re no one special. You’re amazing, Y/N you have to know that.” Fred brings her face down to his and kisses her lightly.

“I’m not special,” she insists, her movements speeding up. “Not special enough for all of that at least.” Fred starts to fuck up into her relentlessly, his thumb rubbing harder circles on her clit.

“Fuck, baby, how can you say that?” he moans, his grip on her hip tightening. “You’re so special to me, Y/N can’t you see that?”

Y/N nods wildly, the breathy moans and pants leaving her lips make her unable to speak. “Gonna come, Freddie,” she warns. With one more thrust of Fred’s hips Y/N comes, her walls twitching around him and his name falling from her lips. Y/N’s thighs shake as she continues to move on Fred’s cock, wanting to bring him to his orgasm as well.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good around me,” he grunts. “Gonna come, Y/N. Fuck.” Fred brings Y/N down on him, so their hips are flush as he reaches his own orgasm, his cock painting her walls with his release. Once his cock has stopped twitching inside her, Fred gently pulls Y/N off of him, and she collapses against his chest.

“I love you, Freddie,” she mumbles into his skin.”

Fred strokes Y/N’s hair and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you too, Y/N.”

They sit in silence for a few moments, just enjoying being wrapped up together.

“I think I’m tired enough that not even Alicia’s sleep talking will keep me awake,” Y/N jokes, pulling away from Fred.

Fred chuckles, and kisses Y/N briefly. “We probably should head up to bed, lest someone wanders in and finds us sitting here naked covered in fluids.”

Y/N grimaces at Fred’s use of the word fluids, suddenly too aware of how slick the inside of her thighs are from both her and Fred’s orgasms. “As much as I would like to sit here with you, boyfriend,” she drawls. “I think you’re right.” Y/N stands up on shaky legs, grabbing her various pieces of clothing. “See you at breakfast?”

“See you there girlfriend,” Fred responds, pulling her in for one final kiss.

-

When Y/N makes it to the Great Hall the next morning for breakfast, Fred is already there sitting across from George, waiting for her. “Good morning, Freddie,” she greets, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Fred flushes, wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist as she sits next to him. “Morning, love.”

George eyes them both wearily, taking a sip of orange juice. “Since when is this a thing?” he asks, gesturing towards them.

“Since last night. Alicia was keeping me up with her sleep talking and you were keeping Fred up with your snoring, so we sat in the common room together and uh,” Y/N clears her throat, willing the blush on her cheeks to go away. “We talked. And now this is a thing.”

George raises his eyebrows. “Snoring?” He turns his attention to Fred. “I wasn’t snoring last night.”

Y/N turns to look at Fred, and he gives her a sheepish smile. “Okay so if George wasn’t keeping you up than why couldn’t you sleep last night?”

Fred leans down so his lips are brushing Y/N’s earlobe. “See I could tell you why I couldn’t sleep,” he muses, his hand coming to rest on her inner thigh. “Or I could show you instead.”  

#fred weasley #Fred Weasley imagine #Fred Weasley smut #Fred Weasley fanfiction #Fred Weasley fanfic #fw #golden

[shealolz]

"you're too memorable to forget" - Inosuke Hashibira

Warnings & Notes: descriptions of injury, this is more of a drabble than one shot

Inosuke Hashibira x Gender Neutral Medic Reader

genre: fluff

Summary: inosuke get's hurt on a mission and medic!reader helps him

Word Count: 1,172 words

You scratched at your ankle absentmindedly, you sat in the garden of the butterfly estate, watching the girls run around and play tag as Zenitsu and Tanjirou trained (not that Zenitsu wanted to). You giggled and stood up, stretching your arms over your head and walking back into the kitchen where you would start an easy yet healthy lunch. The boy's deserved it after all the training they've done.

Inosuke was on a mission at the moment, something about Tokyo (you didn't know the details), but he'd be here before lunch to enjoy a meal. You started to make some simple tonkatsu because it was one of your personal favorites and you knew Aoi liked it, especially when you made it.

Out of your varying talents from training under the Insect Hashira herself, your favorites were cooking and healing, then again everyone who studied under her learned it at some point. You weren't a demon slayer nor did you have extraordinary senses like the boys did but you were skilled with what you knew and that was good enough.

Speaking of the boys the front door slammed open to reveal Inosuke. "Inosuke!" you cheered, pausing in your cooking to run over. You lifted the boar mask from his head carefully, knowing underneath he was probably drenched in sweat. Inosuke grinned at you, his black and blue hair plastered against his forehead and neck. "(NAME)!" he shouted, ruffling your hair. Your name happened to be the only one he managed to not screw up.

What you took notice of though was the gash against his cheek and the several cuts littering his bare chest along with the slowly blossoming bruises. "your all scraped up." you sighed, grabbing his bicep to direct him to the infirmary all the while yelling for someone to finish the food.

"I can't get hurt! I'm invincible!" Inosuke screeched but complied nonetheless. You hummed non-committedly as you made him sit on a cot in the medical wing. You rummaged through the cabinets to find ointment and bandages.

You cleaned up the cheek cut first, wiping up the blood with a clot before applying a cream made from yarrow and calendula before placing gauze over it. "the great Inosuke doesn't need no medicine." Inosuke pouted, glaring at his feet. "yeah well even the mighty get hurt sometimes." you respond calmly as you apply the ointment to the cuts, not seeing the need to put bandages over them since they were that tiny. They'd close up quickly anyways.

"Is there anything else I should be concerned about?" you couldn't really do anything about the bruises except for having him use an ice pack before bed. "pfft- no I'm fine!" Inosuke smirks, trying to stand up before he ultimately collapsed into your arms. "you were saying?" you teased.

Inosuke huffed but sat back on the bed and reluctantly began to roll up his pant leg to show a deep cut that almost hit the bone. "you should've told me you idiot!" you screamed, smacking him gently on the head. "were you planning to bleed out all day?"

"I didn't think it was that bad..." he mumbled. You wanted to facepalm, even if he was raised by animals this was common knowledge. "you're gonna need it stitched you, bozo." all your insults were light-hearted, you swear.

Grumbling, you pulled out the stitching kit and held it in front of Inosuke's face. "this is gonna go through your skin, bud." you said slowly. "so don't scream, I'm not trying to fight you." he blinks before shrugging and rubbing at his ear.

Letting out a breath you slowly began to stitch the skin of Inosuke's leg back together. He bit down on his lip due to the lack of anesthesia, you would've given it to him if you had it but Lady Shinobu wasn't home and she had the key to the pill cabinet. After stitching it you cleaned it and wrapped a bandage around it tightly to make sure nothing came loose.

You lifted your head and blood rushed to your cheeks realizing the position you were in. you sat on your knees, between his legs as Inosuke stared down at you. "You're all red. Are you sick?"

"Inosuke n-no!" you yelped, your hands flying upwards as you stood.

"MANJIROU! BENITSU! (NAME) HAS A FEV-" he started to yell but you pushed your lips against his. When you pulled back he blinked at you multiple times. "what was that?" he asked. "a kiss." you responded, your face burning impossibly hotter. "why? don't couples and mates do that stuff?" his eyebrows creased as he titled his head.

How can someone so stupid be so cute?

"uh yeah. but I needed you to be quiet." you smiled awkwardly. "oh. so it was a one-time thing?" Inosuke sighed. "I-I mean it doesn't have to be if you want too of course! I wouldn't mind being in a relationship with you-"

Inosuke kissed you.

"and what was that for?" you muttered, hoping one answer over the other. "'cause I needed you to be quiet. and I don't think I'd mind being in a relationship with you if we can do that more often," he said, grinning at you with his head bowed.

"y-you wanna make it a regular thing?" you croaked. He laughed, not his maniacal one but a soft chuckle. "I do. but I assume you do as well?" you nod shakily at his proposal and kiss him again, this time long enough to actually acknowledge it.

It wasn't rough, hard, or bruising but instead surprisingly gentle like Inosuke was nervous to move his hand in the wrong place and accidentally break you. It was your first kiss (was it? you've technically kissed him three times now) and it certainly was a pleasurable one.

Your hand moved to rest against his cheek, your thumb rubbing over the gauze as his hands hovered over your hips. Your lips moved against each other's slowly, not in a heated way but more in anxiety to see where it would go away. Neither you nor Inosuke had been in a previous relationship and he could barely read social cues and you could barely keep a stable conversation with someone.

A soft coo came from the door and you and Inosuke pulled apart. Tanjirou stood at the door, smiling softly with his hands clasped as the younger girls crowded around him. Zenitsu laid on the floor and Kanao patted his back in a stiff apology. Your eyes widened and you pointed out the door. "out! now!" you screamed as Inosuke cackled in front of you.

Tanjirou winked jokingly and helped Kanao drag a defeated Zenitsu out the door, the younger girls following.

"wow (Name) you have them on a leash, dont'cha?" Inosuke hummed, patting your arm softly. "wait- I just realized you've never mispronounced my name. why's that?" you smile, turning to face him. He looks at you, his emerald eyes glowing with something you couldn't read.

"you're too memorable to forget."

#inosuke hashibira #inosuke imagines #inosuke x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kny imagines #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #x reader

[yuzukult]

i’m bad too 15 || kdy & reader

title: i’m bad too - drabble series pairing: kim doyoung x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut, goodboy!doyoung, nerdy!dy (basically he’s a dork) & badgirl!reader, hitman!au, oc-isn’t-a-hitman-but-she-could-be!au, word count: 1.8k warnings: none !! a/n: a “leading” chapter, before something actually happens! so, not the most exciting, but... yeah. :D

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If it’s one thing you’ve learned about yourself, it’s that you hate when Ten chews his food with his mouth open. He chomps it like a cow munching on grass, and sometimes, he even makes those weird wet sounds if the food is soft and squishy enough.

But after laying in a hospital bed for a week, unable to speak, you’re missing the ability to call your big brother ‘disgusting’ across the table, toss something in his direction, and him opening his mouth to show the contents of his dinner inside.

“Are you fucking insane? You let her go into hellfire, knowing damn well she wasn’t protected?” The voice is familiar, loud, and straining, like they’re on the verge of tears but too instilled with anger to let the sadness seep through. “I thought I said to keep her fucking safe if you wanted to work together.”

“I don’t work in the field, Ten. I don’t control what happens at the moment.”

“Yeah, but you set the commands. You give the orders. She’s fucking on her deathbed, Taeyong—“

“Don’t fucking say my name in public,” he hisses through his gritted teeth. “Listen. If it’s not her, it’s me.”

“I’d rather it be you.”

“You need me, Ten. Who is gonna do the dirty work for you? Look at those pretty fingers. You wouldn’t hurt a soul. But your sister—you know damn well she’s got potential to be more. This is just a hurl she’s jumping over. When she recovers—“

“You’ve got to be fucking insane, you think I’m gonna let her go back out there when you put her in harms way?”

Before the conversation could continue, you hear the door click shut, and the shuffling of flat shoes tapping against the cold tiles, reaching to your bedside. You can’t see, your body won’t let you fully awaken, and you can’t speak with this tube lodged in your throat. But the whiff of the cologne that comes hits your nostrils is a familiar one. It’s Doyoung.

He sighs, like he’s been troubled and you can’t even blame him. You told him not to worry, that you’d stay safe, and here you are—unable to move, unable to wake up, unable to breathe on your own, and unable to talk.

You hear his moments; the scuffing of his oversized denim jacket against the leather seat by your bed, browsing through the drawers with each push and slam until he finds what he’s looking for, and when you hear the television turn on, you could only assume it was for the remote.

“I wonder if they have Marvel movies playing,” he says, seemingly to no one in particular until you realize he’s speaking to you, in spite of the fact that you’re very much in a deep sleep. “I know they’re not your favorite, but you tolerate it. I never got to ask what kind of movies you liked. I… I guess I was being a little selfish when you gave me attention that I never considered to ask.”

You wanna tell him that you actually don’t even like movies, in fact, you prefer sitcoms in spite of your very evident opposite personality. If you could, you would tell him that you watch those superhero movies because he’s into them, that if you get to see that pretty little smile on his face, it makes you forget all your problems and… the moment is worthwhile.

Warmth reaches your fingers, and you could only assume that it’s Doyoung holding your hand. It’s a familiar feeling of home, like you’re meant to be here with him, except the current setting isn’t necessarily favored.

“Do you like Spongebob?” He asks, as if you could even respond. “Mm. Doesn’t really seem like your thing, but I feel like you’re the type to not look like you enjoy it, but you actually love it because it’s annoying.”

He’s… right. You want to laugh, genuinely laugh because Kim Doyoung is spot on with his prediction. He knows you better than he gives himself credit for, because he doesn’t change the channel and watches the TV with you.

“I bet you like sitcoms,” Doyoung mentions randomly, eyes still on the screen. “Like maybe not Modern Family, but maybe like… Parks and Rec. You don’t seem like you’d enjoy the Office too much, maybe Michael Scott is too much of a character but Andy Bernard looks like a guy you’d scare to the point he’d piss his pants, but you’d like him.” Again, you think to yourself. Because Doyoung got it right yet again.

He’s quiet for a bit, letting Spongebob play in the background and you could hear the conversation between Spongebob and Patrick. Truthfully, you don’t know what’s actually happening, but the feeling of being with Doyoung like this, hand in hand with something stupid playing on TV is your favorite.

It’s casual. No missions, no guns, no family business—just you and Doyoung.

Doyoung doesn’t say much on the day you finally wake up. With a tube wedged down your throat, it’s difficult to have a two-way conversation anyways, and seeing you like this probably breaks his heart, so any word that leaves his mouth might be with a stutter and a sob.

Spongebob plays on the television for another hour before Doyoung eventually breaks the glass of quietude, letting out a soft chuckle at something Patrick said. “Sorry,” he apologizes quickly, glancing over at you. “Wasn’t sure if you liked Spongebob.” Although you can’t speak, the soft squeeze of his hand gives away your approval, and a gentle smile tugs on his face.

There's another moment of silence, just before Doyoung lowers the volume of the TV before gathering enough courage to talk. It takes a lot to get himself to speak up against you, someone he sort of feared yet at the same time had strong feelings for.

“I know what you do,” he announces, eyes never leaving the flickering screen with cartoon characters under the deep blue sea do stupid things, unmatching to what he wants to say next. “I can’t say that I totally get it, because I don’t. I’d be lying if I said I did, but… you do those things, and I’m not a hundred percent sure what to make out of it, but I get why it was hard to confess… those things.” He runs his fingers through his greasy locks, accumulating in oils from how long he’s stayed here without going home to shower. ���I kind of thought I was going to date someone really simple one day, yaknow? Settle down with a girl who has a job, sweet and kind, with the same end goal in mind. Get married, have kids… all that fun stuff.”

Your nose twitches at that. Because you’re definitely not that.

“But then I met you, which is… well,” he lets out a faint laugh, “... the complete opposite of all of that. You’re dangerous, cold, and oftentimes, I’m left hanging by a thread, confused on what we are and what I actually mean to you.”

If you could, you’d interrupt him right then and there. Tell him your sorrys, belatedly confessing your true feelings for him, let him know you’d be better for real this time, but truthfully, you’re not sure if he’ll believe you anyway.

“And I could just drop everything right now. Just get up, leave, move on. Tell you that I don’t want this anymore, that whatever you’re in, I don’t wanna be roped in and get involved in your baggage.” It’s like you could hear the cracking of your heart as it falls into the depths of your stomach because your chest feels empty when he says that. The worst part is when you can’t defend yourself, tell him that it’s not like that, but in the end, Doyoung does it for you.

“Yet, I’m still here, right? Because I don’t get you, I don’t get whatever it is you got yourself caught up in, but… after knowing, it oddly makes me… trust you more. So, I’ll stay.”

“Fuck,” Ten curses underneath his breath, getting slightly frustrated with the wheelchair being caught on the steps of your home again. “Fucking shit, nothing here is disability accessible.”

It’s still hard to talk, but a weak laugh escapes from your lips.

“Don’t laugh, you’re the one in the wheelchair not doing shit.”

When he gets you through the front door, and into the hallway, you can’t help but stare at Ten curiously. He furrows his brows at this, hands at his hips with a gesture of his chin. “What’s in your head?”

“Uh,” it’s straining to speak, but if not now, it’s never. “I overheard a conversation when I was asleep. I-I don’t know if it was a dream or… I don’t know. But I heard you talking to someone, uh, someone particularly… with a reputation.”

His body goes rigid.

“Right,” you state, feeling more confident that the discussion was definitely not a dream. “So this entire time, you’ve been working with the organization?” Ten only sucks his cheeks, unable to formulate a proper rebuttal, so you take advantage of this. “This whole time, you let them constantly probe and ask me to be part of them—”

“I told him not to—”

“Well, he’s been asking, Ten, and he hasn’t stopped. I got contracted to be part of them temporarily, not permanently. This was supposed to be a one and done deal, you realize that, right?”

He scoffs. “You think that anything you do with Lee Taeyong could just be easily brushed under the rug? Hell no, you have to be insanely rich to pay off that guy. He thinks you’re talented, you know? What do you think this is?”

“I could just get up and leave—” “In your fucking dreams, kid,” Ten lets out a chuckle of disbelief, shaking his head. “I agreed to work with him before I knew that you were already contracted with him. There’s shady people in the business. There’s so many messed-up dudes who would bend the laws to get what they want. I don’t want that, but I have to protect myself.”

“But—”

“Wanna hear something, kid? Taeyong doesn’t think this accident,” Ten gestures to your wounds, heart tightening at the sight of you in pain. “... this accident, is just… it. He calls this an obstacle. He thinks this is just a bump in your progress, something you need to overcome before you hop back into the field and start training all over again. He’s not gonna let this go, doesn’t matter if I’m his client. Fuck, kid, he has a shit ton of clients.”

Uneasily, you grip onto the wheels of your seat. “Then what do you want me to do?”

“It’s your loss, kid. Either kill Taeyong and take his seat or you gotta work for him.”

#doyoung smut #doyoung fanfic #nct smut #nct x reader #doyoung x reader #gyukultfics #doyoung #kim doyoung

[boomboombakugou]

A Dumb Little Bakugou Drabble About You Guys Spending The Night Together

part one : this one will kinda make sense without reading the first part but it’ll but it’ll just be better if you do. okay here we go ah

It was 1am. You couldn’t sleep, but you didn’t wanna take out your phone in case Katsuki was a sensitive sleeper. He was on the floor and you felt bad, but also didn’t want to make it weird by offering to share the bed.

He was awake too. Neither of you know eachother was a wake and neither wanted to risk waking the other up. He flipped his pillow over to the cold side. You didn’t know if it was an unconscious thing or if we was really awake.

“Katsuki?” You said, sort of quiet, but loud enough for him to hear if he was up. He turned around to face you. The room was dark, but it felt like his red eyes were glowing, burning holes into you. You tell him to go back to bed because you assumed you had woke him up.

“Im already up, what do you want?” He asked you annoyed, but truthfully he wanted nothing more than for you to want something because he was so bored.

You shuffle in your blankets before finally deciding to just sit up, “Cant sleep.” You state. He keeps staring at you. “What? Imagining me naked?” You can’t help but make perv jokes whenever he looks at you.

“Stop making everything weird. I can’t sleep either, it’s just dark as hell in this room so I can’t see shit.” He spits. You don’t move, so he gets up and turns on the light. “Ew freak what if i was naked!” You whisper scream.

“Stop! You’re so weird.” He hisses back at you.

The joke is that when you were getting introduced to the class, Denki pointed back and both Mineta and Bakugou and said, “That’s Mineta.” Of course he didn’t know Bakugou was standing there too. All day long the girls told you about how weird and perverted Mineta was. You thought they were talking about Bakugou, but later you found out they weren’t. It’s still just super funny to you though. Katsuki hates it.

He goes to sit back on the floor, but you scoot over and pat the spot beside you on the bed. “Are you gonna try to kiss me?” He mocks.

You feel his weight press down on the mattress. He looks tired. Calm. He looks calm. Well, calmer than usual. “Stop looking at me, freak.” He says, waving his hands in front of your eyes.

You keep looking at him because you can’t stop thinking about how he says he cries for no reason too sometimes. You can’t imagine him crying. Obviously you knew he has emotions like everyone else, but you just couldn’t imagine it.

“So you cry for no reason sometimes?” You question. He stares at you. More of a glare. An annoyed glare. “Yes. I do. And what about it? I’d still kick anyone’s ass at any given time.”

You hold your hands up in defense. You weren’t trying to make fun of him. It was just interesting. “Cool.” You say as genuine as possible.

Another glare. “Yeah obviously.” Classic Katsuki. This is supposed to be a heartwarming moment, but this man will never miss a chance to flaunt his confidence.

Silence

More silence

The air turns off abruptly, making the room even more quiet. He sighs loudly and throws himself back into the bed so that his legs are hanging off but his top half his laying vertically. “Why do you wanna become a hero Y/N?” He asks. It sounds aggressive and angry, but he genuinely wants to know. Sort of like a judge of character.

You actually don’t know. Why wouldn’t you wanna be a hero? Saving people seems cool, you guess. “Why do you wanna be #1?” You ask, switching the conversation back to him.

He pauses and stares at you in a sorta disgusted way, “It’s less of a ‘i want to be number one’ and more of a ‘i’m going to be number one,’” Pause. “It’s a fact. I’m working to meet my goal and I will end up on top. Fact.” He continues.

A/N: honestly idk where i was going with this... i write them at like 2am when i’m bored. enjoy this though! i might end up making this a series tho🤭 titled “a dumb little bakugou drabble” are we rocking w the idea or no?? i think it’d be kinda fun because i have a lot of ideas. it would be sort of like a slow burn type thing with angst because that’s fun.. should i?! please comment or something telling me if i should lmao.

also reminder that requests are still open for mha charcters😁 it could be whatever you want. also does anyone wanna be added to my tag list i think that’s what it’s called? okay byee

#bakugou scenarios #mha x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou imagine #mha imagines #katsuki x reader #mha drabble

[mrskurono]

title: Regret Nothing || Hanamaki x fem!Reader a/n: man idk anymore just thinking about Makki 24/7 is my job now word count: idk it’s a drabble tags: fluff, domestic au, angst if you squint, dirty joke at the end character(s): Takahiro Hanamaki (hq)

The one sided shouting match in the living room sounded lively as ever for a Saturday. 

Peeking your head around the corner to see your kids pointing at the tv going on about something you were destined to be filled in about later. What you didn’t see was your husband. Certain he was apart of the foolery going on if they were complaining about videogames.

“You two, where’s your father?” All eyes are torn from the screen immediately to look at you. 

That classic unenthused look they inherited from their father was shared between both tweens before shrugging.

“Dad got a text from uncle Tooru and told us to keep playing.” Your oldest shrugged it off. Returning to the two player game where the youngest had already pressed resume on their game.

“I think he went to the bathroom.” Your youngest popped off without tearing their attention away from the screen.

“Dad had to poop probably.” An addition by the oldest.

You sigh with an eye roll, “Thank you detectives. Make sure we get you two a puzzle game next time for those skills you got there.” The threat of education on their free time earned a groan from both of them. Making you grin and ruffle their hairs before going to find their father.

As suspected Takahiro wasn’t in the bathroom. If gaming time was on the line you’d seen that man out weight both kids to prove he was the ultimate winner. So it was weird that he’d told them to keep playing. On a Saturday too. This was their cheat day to play together. So when it was mentioned a text from Tooru distracted him. You were a little worried since most the time you were included on those groups texts.

Running through what could have been sent, nothing really comes to mind. Issei had said both Hajime and Tooru were doing good last Sunday when everyone had dinner. And if it was an emergency then of course Takahiro would have told you. 

Combing through your own thoughts to find your husband not in the bathroom like both kids had told you. You find him back in your bedroom in fact. To your surprise actually.

“Hey, the kids are loosing that stupid game of theirs. Did they finally beat you?” You ask with a smile as you approach him seated on the bed. More than surprised by the mystery text, you’re unsure of what to think when you see old albums at your husband’s feet. With the oldest one in his lap. Open to pictures of graduation of all things. A crease forms on your forehead and you rub your hand along his shoulders, “What, did big star-kawa need an old photo for a cheesy interview?”

No response. Your frown deepens and you take a seat next to him.

“Love what’s up with you the kids said Tooru texted you and-”

“Do you regret marrying me?”

Blindsided by such a question. You take a moment to even comprehend the kind of inane question that was. Instead you can’t fathom why he even asked that.

“Takahiro what are you even talking about?” You look at the album spread in his lap then to his face, “What crap are you even on to ask that?”

He reached up and palmed the back of his neck with a little shrug, “I’m sorry...I just...Tooru sent a text about the anniversary of his first medal. It wasn’t that bad but Issei last week at dinner. And Hajime opening another fitness center....You could have done so much better than me y’know? Living abroad or at least living some place with three times as much space and-”

“Hah!” 

Certainly not the reaction the man was looking to hear. It was enough that he took his eyes off the old photos to look at you literally snorting at his words. His turn to frown Takahiro didn’t see what was so funny about it all. To him it felt true.

“First off, why look at this one? I hated your uniforms so much.” 

“Hey!” 

“Oh just hush-” You take the album from his lap and tuck it back in the box. Only to thumb through to the third one in. Plucking it from the confines of old musty box and setting it on your lap, “Now this one.”

Takahiro frowned, “I mean, that’s not even the wedding album. What one is that one? The kids or moving or-”

“It’s my favorite album is what it is.” You answer him as you swipe your hand over the face of it. 

Unlike the others which were neatly labeled. This one bore no name. No baby’s first. No wedding photos. No post high school. No nothing. It was nameless and blank.

Grumbling Takahiro was still upset that you blew him off. Even more so when you opened to the middle of the album at random to what was clearly a set of blurry pictures. To the untrained eye this was the reject pile if there ever was one.

“Do you remember that one?” You ignore his sour face and point at the waterlogged picture of what appeared to be a bowl of fruit.

Scrutinizing it a bit closer he had to think a moment, “...that was that fake fruit bowl my sister thought would be funny to give us for our first apartment....god but the photo got wine on it after that one stay at home date we had.”

“That was such a nice bottle of wine.” You shook your head, “A real shame we spilled it.”

“We?” He snorted, “I told you that kitchen was too small for decorations and to dance.”

“Oh how about this one?” You point at the rabid blurred face of both of your kids. Somewhere in the three to six range. The picture clearly unmarked by a date but with the way your oldest had a missing front tooth and the littler of the two sporting bangs almost identical to Takahiro’s in high school, it was clear they were still little.

“That was my oldest sister’s birthday party god they ate so much cake I could have killed her.” Takahiro groaned at the war flash back of the mess and trouble of sugar high kids at their aunt’s house.

“How about this?” You pointed at a picture. 

One that stumped him in fact. Takahiro leaned down and tried to make out what it was with the awful sun glare that skewed literally everything in the photo. Not to mention the wine stain from ages ago. Meaning this was an old photo he was drawing a blank on.

“...is that you or me? Where we were? I don’t even remember that.” 

A smile blossoms on your face and you lean your head into your husband’s shoulder, “That was right after graduation...we had that big trip planned but everyone coped out at the last second. So you and I went instead.”

“Oh the seagull thing!” 

You nod and trace your fingers over the assorted poorly taken pictures. Some of them newer and some of them older. All of them clear rejects to the real well done albums. But still something about them made you happier to look at than anything else.

“If you’re gonna ask me if I regret marrying you. Then I want you to ask yourself the same thing.”

For a second he looked appalled, “Of course not! You are my everything! Marrying you was one of the best days of my life, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“See,” You close the book and take a moment to cup his round cheeks in your hands, “So that’s your answer.”

Takahiro closed his eyes and let his face rest in your palms, “But...you could have been traveling the world...living in luxury. I just...I could have done more for you. Could have been more.”

“Takahiro Hanamaki-” Your stern tone made him open his eyes to you, “Outside this room are two of the most smartest, annoying little mini you’s I’ve ever met and I would have never had them if you didn’t give them to me. They’re that wonderful because of you. Because you’re their dad. Because you’re an amazing father and an even more amazing husband.” You take a moment, swiping your thumb over his forever chubby cheek and smiling to keep yourself from tearing up, “You’ve given me the world. And then some. I’ve never regretted a day in my life with you in it. Being with you...I regret nothing.”

Choked up for a moment. The man laughs, be it too keep from crying himself. Takahiro wipes at his face and pushes his forehead against yours, “Even though I’m just a lousy stay at home dad huh?”

Again you laugh, this time pulling his face close to yours so you can kiss him hard and long. It draws out for a second before you look up at him and peck him once more on the lips, “I’ve never seen anything sexier than you taking care of those kids. Fuck living in Argentina. The sexiest place in the world is right here with you.”

Takahiro’s face breaks out to the biggest grin as he wraps his arms around you, “You uh...was pretend to make another one of those mini me’s you think are so cute?”

“They’re on the second boss fight,” You grin with a kiss to his cheek, “Hurry up and shut the door and we can do more than pretend.”

#hq #hq!! #hq makki #makki #makki x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu makki #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki takahiro x reader #hq hanamaki #haikyuu hanamaki #hq x reader

[lebrookestore]

day break; fyon

Pairing: Ten Lee x female reader

Themes: soft angst, inevitable breakup, denial, college au but not really

Taglist: originally for @sweetlyjaem-main for the title she sent in as a request, but this is over 1k and technically part of another story, hence my general taglist is being tagged aswell; @danishmiilk @channoticedmeuwu @chicksung @1-800-seo @blueprint-han @jenosslut @cupidluvstarrz @kkakkdugi​

WC: 1k

Authors Note: I strongly recommend reading FOUR YEARS ONE NIGHT before you read this, as it is a sort of spin off, based in that universe. This drabble will make much more sense if you read the actual fic first.

Ten looked at you as your eyes seemed to close. He smiled softly at your drowsy state, arms wrapping around your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder, leaning into his embrace.  Your hair tickled his neck, but he didn’t mind.

“Remember the time Angie mistook Renjun for Baekhyun?”, you asked sleepily, your lips upturning into a smile. Ten chuckled, “He ignored her for a day, then finally asked her out, oh god, that was an event!”

You giggled, and the conversation fell back into silence, one that preceded a question that had been hanging over the two of you. “Why?”, you asked quietly, looking up at him. He bit his lower lip, “I was scared”

The silence seemed to return again, like an old friend wrapping around the two of you. “I hate you, you know?”, you said simply, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “I deserve that”

“You do”, you snickered. “So you actually got into that school huh?”, he asked, changing the topic, to which you nodded, “Across the country, as you can tell some of my stuff has already been shipped”

“Hmm”, he hummed, “I’ll miss you”

“I don’t want to miss you”, you said simply, “I’ve pined after your for four fucking years I’m tired of it”, you closed your laptop, since the two of you weren’t even watching. “I don’t hate you, I hate loving you”, you corrected yourself, leaning back. “And you got into that company, gonna train as a professional?” “Hopefully”, he mused, “Maybe I’ll dance for you when you become a professional musician”, he teased. You shook your head, looking back at him. “I don’t want to miss you”, you started, avoiding his eyes, “Unfortunately I will”

Ten leaned forward and kissed you again, for the fourth time that night. Not that you were complaining, but there was a sort of melancholy in the kiss that made it different from the others. It wasn’t a rushed, desperate kiss, nor was it a harsh one. It was soft and gentle, like a goodbye, or maybe a quiet proclamation of love. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him back, all the initial frustration at him gone, instead, there was just this lingering feeling of hope.

You knew hope was stupid, it was a guise to sugarcoat the bitter reality, a state of denial to help someone feel better, but it was the one thing you held on to, the idiotic hope that hung in the air. 

A few hours later, in the early hours of the morning, maybe about five, you had fallen clutch to the hands of sleep, leaning against Ten, dead to the world. He smiled sadly, hating himself for what he had to do.

You had waited forever for him, you had always been there for him, getting him out of sticky situations and the sort. He hated the fact that he had to leave, for he could never have you, you would be gone.

It was a special sort of unrequited love, one where your love couldn’t be expressed, simply because the world wouldn’t let it. There was love, but it was at the wrong time, unleashed and hidden away. It was bitterly ironic, yet he felt stupid. 

“This isn’t going to end well is it?”, you had asked him. Maybe it consoled him seeing that you knew it too, yet you had said yes to tonight. He hated the fact that it was so inevitable, yet the two of you plunged. Maybe it was that hope again, maybe it was stupidity, the line between the two had gotten hazier, and maybe, just maybe Ten wanted to keep it that way.

“One night”, he whispered so as to not wake you up, “It’s morning now”

“I’ll be gone before we could ever be”

When you said that it felt as if the two of you honestly didn’t have a chance. He never gave the two of you a chance, even though you waited.

An idea came forth in his mind, and he carefully lifted you from atop himself, placing you gently on the couch and walking out, driving back to his dorm, moving some of his stuff, and looking through pieces of artwork until he finally found the one he was looking for. 

The painting he had done of you, sitting in the greenhouse. He ran back out and drove back to your apartment, using the keys you had given him to enter as quietly as possible, placing the painting on the other side of the couch. He looked around, taking one of your post its and a pen, he labeled it as the piece you loved playing the most: The Tempest.

He signed his name at the bottom, suddenly feeling empty, like the rush of adrenaline from getting the painting to you had died out, and now he had nothing left to do. He stood up, dusting off any non-existent dust from his clothes, and looked at you, you who lay there oblivious to his doings.

He kissed your forehead, unbeknownst to you, and took a few steps back. “You really were my Tempest, weren’t you?”, he asked no one in particular, but maybe the question was directed at the world which seemed adamant on keeping the two of you apart.

“I hate myself too, I promise”, he said this almost feverishly, as if you could actually hear the promise. “Maybe we’ll meet again”

Ten closed the pizza box, which had one stale slice left in it, taking it to your kitchen and leaving it there. He retrieved a blanket from your bedroom, covering you with it, “But this time, don’t wait for me Y/n. I’m not worth any more of your time”

And with that, Ten left your apartment for the last time. The sun tentatively peaked through the clouds, awakening from its slumber after the darkness, bidding the moon farewell as it arose, like the first ray of light after a storm. He smiled at it, taking it as a sign that the Tempest was over.

One night was over, the sun had come out, he left at daybreak.

#neoculturecafe #kpopscape #nctcreations #NCTmentary. net #ten x reader #ten lee x reader #ten lee #ten #nct ten x reader #chittaphon x reader #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #ten angst #chittaphon angst #wayv fanfiction #nct fanfiction #ten lee fanfiction #best friends to lovers #bestfriend!ten #chittaphon leechaiyaporkul x reader #wayv x reader

[runicmagitek]

tagged by the lovely @wingsyouburn - thanks bb! 💕

How many works do you have on AO3? 209?? I'm sorry what????

What’s your total AO3 word count? 958,942??? HOW????????????

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? *cackles* Oh sweetheart, sit down. We're gonna be here for a while.

According to my AO3 account, I have 54 different fandoms tagged. Most of them are for video games, but the occasional anime sneaks in now and then. I also have a few MCU fics, one book fic, and a podcast fic. My most prolific fandom is Final Fantasy VI with 50 fics.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Wings of Valor and Compassion (Pharah/Mercy - Overwatch)

No Safety in Desire (Urbosa/Zelda - Legend of Zelda)

Give Them Something to Talk About (Dina/Ellie - The Last of Us)

Finally, Beautiful Stranger (Aeris/Tifa - Final Fantasy VII)

Don't Bring Your Black Heart to Bed (Thanatos/Zagreus - Hades)

Glad to see everyone enjoying my quality gay shit. Also very amused that out of these five, three of them were from last year.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I do! Or I at least make a solid effort to do so! I usually can't really sit down to properly reply until the weekend, unless it's something super quick I can shoot off on my phone, so I hope people don't mind the wait.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Depends on the flavor? For straight-up Bad Ending vibes, absolutely Limbo (I really need to crack out another horror fic, because I love those, even if the majority of fandom doesn't). For right-in-the-feels vibes, Waiting for the Dust to Settle was a recent one I did that just sucker punches you with bittersweet Oh No goodness. It also reminds me of In Another Perfect Life, which ends on a similar note. *squints* actually, these are all for Final Fantasy VIII, which is saying a lot about... something lol

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? Um... not really? I don't think I have? At least not in the traditional sense where characters from Fandom A interact with characters from Fandom B. I have written some fusion crossover stuff. If You Had Life Eternal comes to mind, where I took Jaina and Kael from WoW and plopped them in Diablo's setting, because reasons.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? I had someone leave a super homophobic comment on one of my Pharmercy fics back in the day, which like... dude, are you lost?? I've also gotten some general weird comments that have little to nothing to do with the fic. I do remember someone on FFN commented saying that I needed Jesus on one of my witch-y fics. Sigh.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? Yes. The delicious kind (I hope).

Have you ever had a fic translated? Probably?? I've had a handful of people over the years ask to translate my stuff, but I haven't seen anything pop up on AO3.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? LIKE JUST ONE???? My brain fluctuates when it comes to this, but I definitely have a type or two I always gravitate towards. The most recent addition is Keitaro/Natsuno (13 Sentinels), which lives in my head rent-free from now until I die. I also always find myself coming back to Celes/Setzer (FFVI) and Aeris/Tifa (FFVII).

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? A bunch of 2016 drafts I started and then dropped when my life imploded. I've yet to revisit any of them and I'm not sure if I ever will at this point :\

What are your writing strengths? Apparently sneezing out 7k words without breaking a sweat.

What are your writing weaknesses? Sneezing out 7k words without breaking a sweat *sobs in a corner* ALSO TITLES I HATE TITLES

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I'm... not sure I fully understand what this means? Like having characters speak in another language randomly? I did this sparingly in Darkness/Starlight, where I had Jidoor be a blend of French and Italian, thus giving Setzer an appropriate accent and the occasional French comment. I didn't translate those into English, because the POV character (Celes) wouldn't have understood what was being said. Plus any time Setzer did dip into it, he was speaking from the heart, but was too afraid to actually TELL her. So if anyone had half the mind to translate those bits, they'd find out Setzer said the most touching things to her in French.

ANYHOW. I honestly don't really do this much, especially when a handful of my fandoms are Japanese and I'm writing in English and we're just assuming everyone's talking in Japanese so... yeah. Take it or leave it, I guess.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Like when I was 10??? A crossover between Sailor Moon and Final Fantasy VII because FUCK YOU I DO WHAT I WANT.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? You're killing me, smalls, and I ain't picking just one.

Darkness/Starlight is forever near and dear to my heart for being a labor of love for such a small, old fandom and my beloved rarepair.

Learn to Fly is one I love for the amount of research I put in (I replayed Pyre and took so many notes on both Ti'zo's and Rhae's speech patterns to get them just right) and the delightful, yet bittersweet messages it exudes.

Long Journey Home is another favorite, because I poured my heart into it and it's got one of my favorite lines and ending.

Of What's Left of Us and Who We Used to Be was my attempt at evoking the surreal, yet heartwrenching vibes from the series and again, I also poured my heart into it.

Before We Have Another Chance to Go Loving was me cramming a massive longfic idea I had in my head forever into a small triple drabble series and it's forever canon in my heart.

The Lies We Tell Ourselves is my most recent fic I've published, which I wrote/edited/polished in four days, but I'm tickled pink with how it turned out.

tagging: @dvske @deemoyza @rosemochi @fury-brand @aliatori and any other writers who feel like swiping this! No pressure, as always 💕

#runic rambles #my writing #meme things

[ex-silent-reader]

Happy Holidays fic recs

Happy Holidays everybody!  I haven’t been commenting on posts individually like i normally like to so it’s kind of backed up a bit. I still really want to thank all the authors who have been sharing their stories with us and leave a lil itty bitty comment before I can expand on them for their own post so here’s that! Also I’ve seen a lot of undeserved negativity being spread to a lot of authors and I just want to thank you all for sharing your work on this platform FOR FREE and remind you that you literally owe us nothing and I’m super grateful that you continue to share with us. These are just some stories that I’ve read this week, i’d def like to do another of these soon :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these stories, each story is owned by the author tagged next to the title and the summary is pulled verbatim from their page, in quotation marks. The only thing I own is gratitude towards these authors for sharing their work with us.

Also all stories are rated M 

Also, a loooot of stories have come out lately and I haven’t had a chance to get to a lot of them yet but i hope to soon so I’ll hopefully make another one of these soon, but yea pls know that I’m not purposefully ignoring or excluding anything or anyone.

Jin;

last christmas | ksj x reader - @xjoonchildx

“ summary: it was bound to happen, eventually. after months of near misses at barbecues and birthdays, there’s no avoiding your ex-husband at hoseok’s annual christmas bash. but it’s fine, totally fine, because you’re both adults – and you’ve both brought dates and booze. what could go wrong? “

This story was amazing! First of all, I love the comedy surrounding the entire situation, Hobi with his 8 trees and instigator Yoongi who also wants them to get their shit together for Hobi’s sake. I love all au’s but sometimes exes to lovers is difficult for me to side with because I don’t see how people can bounce back from so much hurt but in this story it felt very natural how they were able to find their way back together and I really enjoyed the insight to their relationship, especially near the end.

Yoongi;

CREAM & SUGA -  @snackhobi

“summary: yoongi is your favourite regular. he’s patient, polite, and predictable, a-large-black-coffee-to-go-please, no cream, no sugar, thank you. rinse and repeat. the seasons might change, but yoongi’s order stays the same.

and then one fateful day in winter, yoongi asks about the weekly specials, orders a cup of christmas and sugary sweetness, and everything starts changing.”

Ya’ll. Yoongi fics just truly hit different. The plot of this was so adorable and him going out of his way like that to keep her engaged was so cute and just very Yoongi like. I also just really loved the descriptions in this, like how oc described making the drinks, it just made everything seem so real.

universe | myg drabble - @personasintro

                           “❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you’re his whole universe, you just don’t know it yet – or him” 

ASDFGHJKL! Like, I really have no words for the way this made me feel. Like, ik it’s not a super healthy dynamic but the thought of a fixated Yoongi is.. I loved reading Yoongi being so fixated with oc and doing everything i his capability to meet her. I also was v interested in the part where he bumped into her and she didn’t react the way he expected because it made me think about how he (or any character’s with his mindset) cope when the fantast and reality don’t match.

Hobi;

 A Holly, Jolly Crisis (M) -  @kpopfanfictrash

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

This story made me feel so many things. Like there’s so many layers to it and both of their hurt, her visiting him and feeling betrayed while he felt pushed aside. This story was so complex and both characters had so many layers to them, but it’s still sooo well written and I was invested the entire time. Like, I genuinely can’t get my feelings out in a brief way so I’m looking forward to screaming about this in it’s own post.

Joonie;

 my only wish - knj | m - @ppersonna

“✹ summary- There are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug. “

UM! Absolutely adored this story, of course it would be a fellow cream suit enthusiast who can bring so much justice to dreamy Joon. I loved how he was portrayed here and getting insight to both his and oc’s feelings made me root for them soooo hard.

new parent syndrome - @1kook

“ SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.)”

The tag “dreamy husband joon” is extremelyyyy accurate. This story was just so cute and their relationship truly felt so intimate and lovely. Her being on the phone with Jimin while Joon was smash SENT me but it was also so hot like ASDFGHJKL that man can do no wrong tbh.

  laundry day - @snackhobi

“summary: You’ve been letting your laundry pile up for a little too long. Fortunately, your neighbour Namjoon is there to lend you a hand. “

Pls this was so hot. Like, I’ve made it very clear thus far that I’m a total simp for Joon, the thought of that man going strawberry picking and thinking to grab some for oc genuinely makes me SWOON. He’s an actual heartthrob.

   The Sweet in Sweet Potato - @sahmfanficbts

“ Summary: You’ve been roommates for years. Now that you’re catching feelings, it’s time to run away. “

This entire series has had me so invested but this chapter!!! I’m always a sucker for Joon but the way he was so clearly in her feels (for OC) but wanting to respect her need for distance, what a man. And I was so happy to see oc working through her feeling towards Joon.

Last Christmas (M) - @jjungkookislife

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

Damn, I really love when a misunderstanding is such a big catalyst for a bunch of drama/angst. It just really ups the tension for me because as the reader I know it was a misunderstanding but clearly the character’s don’t, so it just makes me really eager to see how they make amends. I really enjoyed seeing them slowly make amends and grow. Also the buildup to them deciding to give the relationship another go made the ending soooo satisfying.

Jimin;

 picking petals｜pjm - @taestybae

“ summary ↣ you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. “

I really have no words for this, like it was so asaifgjhhkc. First of all, I really enjoyed that it was through his pov, i don’t typically read stories like that (I just don’t often come across them) but this still felt so natural that I didn’t even realize until right now, writing this comment. Also, the imagery was so well described and the anticipation built made this story so enjoyable.

Taehyung;

 Deepest Indulgence  - @scribblemetae

“ Description/Summary: The world is a mess, gangs, violence and rates of poverty are at an all time high since corporations took over everything. You built your Sex house to be a safe place and a sanctuary for those in need, promising to protect anybody who needs it. What happens when an extremely attractive and very rich man walks through the door begging for a job at Deepest Indulgence? The one sex house that wasn’t meant for men like himself. “

I AM SO EAGER FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO COME OUT. Like, idk how I can even describe this correctly but this just feel so much like Tae...???? Like idk if that makes sense but just Tae being this v sensual man, but there still being more to him than that, just makes so much sense and even the word “indulgence” is just so sensual and reminiscent of him. Also, the storyline so far is something I’ve personally never seen before and I’m super invested in this world and story already. Very eager to see how their relationship progresses.

 let it snow | kth - @suga-kookiemonster

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

It’s the way I read this last night, it took me exactly an hour (3am to 4 am cause I’m a CLOWN), and I was so invested that I kept putting off sleep to finish it. Man, i’m a simp for this Tae (just like he is for oc lmao). I really enjoyed reading it and the mention of Jisoo earlier in the story had me on the edge of my seat the whole time wondering when things were gonna blow up. Everything was just so sweet and fluffy, and the confession really made me feel so soft for them both cause they both were so in their own heads and feelings they couldn’t see what was in front of them so I really enjoyed the confessions.

Jungkook;

Thank you, baby - @scribblemetae

“ Turns out the boy whos been stalking you for years has decided its about time he shows his face in the form of a picture, and decides its time to talk to you for real, in the form of a phone call. “

I genuinely don’t know how I can simp over this story in a short way but I’ll try my best. The characters are so complex and the storyline is twisted so many ways that make this so interesting to read and easy to become invested in. The way Jk is written, I understand why OC is lost on how to feel for him. Like, his actions are wrong, but actually meeting him and even seeing his though process, it’s hard to make him out to be the villian that his actions have categorized him as. I can’t wait to continue reading and write a full length comment about this!

FEED ME, FIGHT ME.  @yeojaa

“ What do you get when you mix a pissed off girlfriend with a neglectful boyfriend?  (Aside from trouble, that is.) “

I really enjoyed this, I love how aware of Jk and his boundaries the oc is and how she is cautious to walk the line and not push him too far while also letting him know how his actions make her feel. This just genuinely felt like a glimpse into a very real, very intimate relationship/moment and I loved that. I also just really love how this is written and I think you have a beautiful way with words. 

Chapstick - @softyoongiionly

“based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. Or Jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you. “

Idk if I’ve ever said it before, but I just love how you write relationships. Like, I can feel how comfortable they are with each other and how natural being together is for them. With your stories generally it just never feels forced and I really love that. I also really liked that we got Jk’s pov in the beginning, getting to see how tense he was really made me eager for their interactions and for him to feel comfortable and calm with her. Their interactions just felt so cute and natural and the end, assdjfhi, jk really deserves to be cherished and I loved seeing oc get him to the point of relaxation.

#bts fic #jin #kim seokjin x reader #yoongi #min yoongi x reader #hobi #jung hoseok x reader #joonie #kim namjoon x reader #jimin #park jimin x reader #tae #kim taehyung x reader #jk #jeon jungkook x reader #fic #Idk how to format these sorry #also i hope the tags are working #these are just ones i've recently read more #I plan to do another one once I read some more #This took an embarrasingly long time to do #embarassingly #can anybody guess who my bias is

[skzafterdusk]

kim seungmin + “I Love It”

This was requested from the Dean Title Track Prompt List I posted where you can pick an SKZ member and a song for a drabble fic

Word Count: 2.9k (idk if that’s considered drabble length)

Tag: kitchen sex, college!au, photographer!Seungmin

Summary: You and Seungmin rent a high-rise apartment for his birthday weekend. And, well, birthday sex...’nuff said.

You and your boyfriend checked into the apartment earlier this morning, wanting to spend some time together before he headed to the one class he had on Fridays. It was no burden to him, of course; an intermediate portrait photography course that he’s been so engrossed in.

But that only meant, shortly after you guys settled into your home for the weekend, Seungmin was pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving you there alone.

You had taken painstaking care looking for the best apartment to rent, wanting something with tons of natural light that you and Seungmin got drunk on, but also a view of your fabulous city, Seoul. This was the gift you settled on for his 20th birthday which, unfortunately, fell on a weekday where both of you would be too busy with classes. 

The view, as you hoped, was incredibly lovely. From the wall of windows in the living room, you were able to see the sun as it continued to rise over the city. It was so calming, in fact, that you decided a nap would be in order after you took the time to unpack Seungmin’s and your stuff. The close you brought, the fruits and vegetables you washed, your favourite ground coffee sat next to the coffee machine.

It’s almost as if you guys actually lived there. Having a dream be a reality for so short of time could definitely be the spark to motivate you once you had to go back to the real world. 

And so, a couple hours later, you finally went to the bedroom, laying on top of the covers so as not to disturb anything too much, and allow the unfamiliar serenity of the new place lull you to much needed rest…

Maybe you’ve been slowly coming to for some time now, the room just as silent as it had been when you fell asleep. But even with your eyes closed, the presence of another life redistributes the quiet, makes an empty space feel more full.

And it’s the familiar sound of a light shutter that makes you blink until your eyes flutter open.

The room is much warmer than it had when you initially fell asleep. Even in the shadows of the bed frame, Seungmin seems to radiate the glow like the sun that is clearly setting from the windows behind you.

And, much like you had expected, Seungmin’s white camera is in his hands, a soft smile on his lips as he inspects the photo before looking up again.

He’s crouched down so your faces almost entirely leveled, close so he doesn’t have to raise his voice.

“You just looked so peaceful and beautiful,” he explains. “Wanna see it?”

You lift yourself onto your elbow so you can lean forward as he shows you the camera screen. And there’s a grin on your lips before you even notice.

Despite the subject, it’s still a wonderful composition, the sun a vibrant and warm orange spilling rays through the floor to ceiling walls behind the bed. The burst floats above your darker silhouette, but your relaxed features are still distinguishable.

“I love it,” you say. Your hand is already reaching for his face, wanting to kiss him while the serenity of the moment is still present.

You both drink in the moment, both are slow to press your lips to eachother’s and even slower to pull away.

“Happy Early Birthday, Minie.”

“What do you have planned for me this weekend?”

With that question, you readjust yourself, sitting up. Seungmin follows suit, coming to sit next to you on the bed while you explain the plan for the night.

“I figured we would cook our meal for tonight. So we’ll need to go to the market to buy meat. And we can get you a cake, as well.”

With the plan set, you both went about freshening up, Seungmin wanting to rid himself of the simple clothes he’d worn to university for the day, and you adding the smallest of makeup just to make yourself more put together.

Going to the market together reminded you of when you’d first started dating, Seungmin insisting on cooking for you because you were both young college students that didn’t have the means to always eat out. When you got back to his dorm, that was when you discovered that maybe his cooking skills relied more on ambition than technique. 

Even though it’s been a year and a half, it feels like so much has gone down since then. From sharing classes to being on opposite sides of campus, from late night study dates or photography adventures, you’ve grown to know Seungmin to a point where imagining him not in your life is kind of impossible.

“I’ll start prepping the vegetables,” he states matter-of-factly once you guys are back at the apartment. By now, the sun is further behind the city. You need to turn on the ceiling lights for proper illumination, and you’re seeing this space in a (literally) new light.

“Hey,” Seungmin calls to you, putting a hand on your elbow. You realize, then, that your mind had begun to wander, staring at your reflection in the window across the room. “What are you thinking about?”

It was a commonplace question for the two of you. Similar in the way that both of you tended to stay in your own heads, you both understood that all it took was a simple question to bring you back and converse with each other. You’d be lying if you hadn’t spent some nights just appreciating that aspect alone.

When you look at him, you smile wide, quickly popping up to kiss him on the jaw.

“I’m just really happy we met.” There is no other way to put it, even if it comes out bluntly. Even though the confessions of being in love with eachother have come and gone, it wasn’t common for you to just say those words. It was said in different ways; in the way he told you to worry about an assignment late and focus on yourself now, the way you asked him about whatever project he was working on in his photography class. Sometimes, like now, though, the words just need to be said as plainly and complex as they are.

“I love you.”

With his hand still on your arm, he pulls you into his chest. “I love you,” he repeats.

The moment passes easily and smoothly, and soon the kitchen is filled with a cacophony of sounds: meat sizzling in a pan, the overhead fan whirring to combat all the steam and smoke wafting the air. A jazz playlist blares from his phone on the island. Everything is so picture perfect, you think absently.

Seongmin must think this, as well, as he holds his camera up to his eye. You don’t even know when he retrieved it, but now he’s having a shoot of his own, taking shots that you can’t fathom look all that nice, but they’re endearing.

You turn the stove off as the meat finishes cooking, impatiently grabbing a piece to taste.

“Hey! Already starting without me?” teases Seungmin as he puts his camera down.

You scoff. “Head chef always gets to taste first.” At the playful pout on your boyfriend’s lips, concede easily. “But siux chef gets to taste, too.” And you feed him a piece he eagerly takes.

You don’t even bother taking the food over to the dining table, nor do you bother with using plates and dishes. Possibly you didn’t realize how hungry you both were, but there’s something so nice about just standing there, talking in between bites, laughing about random anecdotes.

“Is it time for birthday cake?” Despite phrasing it as a question, you’re already rounding towards the refrigerator where you’d put it once you got back from the store.

There’s arms suddenly wrapping around your waist, his chin hooking on your shoulder from behind.

“We have all weekend for cake. Kinda want you for dessert.”

Despite his words, you scrunch your nose up, looking at him awkwardly from where his face is. “Your reasoning is flawed, sir. You can have me all weekend, too.”

And, really, he shouldn’t look as adorable as he does when he raises his brows and widens his eyes. “Really? All weekend? It really must be my birthday.”

Your elbow is light to jab him from behind at his cheesy words. But he only gives enough room for you to turn in his hold. Your hands slide to rest on the back of his neck, your fingers having a mind of their own as they start to play with the hair there.

“And you ‘kinda’ want me? You’re gonna have to know for sure, Min,” you playfully reprimand. 

His eyes darken, smile falling from his lips. It’s an expression that commands attention, and you obey effortlessly.

“I’m still hungry, (Y/N),” he starts, his voice low. “How about I eat you, instead?”

You hum. “Cannibalism. Sexy.”

Luckily, he doesn’t pay much attention to your words, only swoops down to pull you into a heated kiss that leaves you breathless. He’s quick to lick his tongue along your bottom lip, dives in when given the slightest entry. Even though this is nowhere near your first time, your body always ignites with desire at how strong his passion drives him forward.

You lock your arms around his neck when his grip on your waist grows stronger, begging your body to be flushed against his. Pesky clothing aside, you can feel the heat of his body, the way his chest heaves with yearning for oxygen that comes as second priority to just consuming you.

But when he does break away, it’s to switch your positions, the island digging into your lower back as he goes back in. He tilts your head, licking into your mouth behind your teeth. He swallows the moan his actions illicit. They taste sweet going down, if it wasn’t obvious by the way he does it again and again.

You beg him softly. “Do something, please.” Sometimes he makes you impatient, makes you need him now. And just as you obey him, he never denies you what you want.

A normally gentle man turns quite wild, his hands heavy as they work to rid you of your shirt and bra. Your chin tucks into your shoulder while his lips trail down the other side, biting and kissing at your exposed skin. Your half-lidded eyes catch that reflection you admired earlier. The night now almost completely blackened with a sunless sky. Even though a world lives outside that window, all you can see is the scene it showcases.

You with your man buried in your neck, his fist clenched to the edge of the counter beside you.

Just as quickly, he brings you back to this moment in your own skin when he brings his lips back to yours. Now it’s your turn to work on his shirt, immediately going for his pants next. Without much fanfare, you wrap your hand around his hardening length, feeling a chill run down your spine at the harsh gruff it sparks from his throat.

“Later,” he says after some time of you languidly squeezing him up and down. “Worry about that later. Hop on the counter.”

You listen wordlessly, pulling yourself up until you’re sat on the edge of the surface. You start with your pants as Seungmin goes to a bag sitting on the floor next to you, where he pulls out a bottle of lube.

The moments slow, or maybe you’re just so focused on your boyfriend, but every move he takes, you register it in anticipation. Even as he fills your space, somehow crowds around you, you can hear the click of the bottle cap, 

What doesn’t cross your mind is how closely he’s watching you, as well. Surely, some of it is making sure that he takes care of you, but it’s also just because you can be much more expressive than you are verbal. And it’s so delicious to watch the way your brows twitch when he slides the first finger in, quickly following with the second. 

On some other nights, he’d take his time. Maybe you can save that for tomorrow, or when you make it to the bedroom for the night. Right now, however, his thumb is already on your clit, pleasure shooting through your nerves in the best way possible. It’s the type of pleasure that brews underneath the surface, and you can feel the way it bubbles up in your core.

He opens you nice, spreading his fingers inside you while rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves. When he curls his fingers inside, you jerk forward, arms wrapping around his shoulders, fingers carding into his strands and fisting there.

He groans at the way you clench around him, the way you feel so wound up. Should he let you cum now, with his fingers alone? 

“Cum, baby. Cum for me,” he whispers into your ear. You nod senselessly, feeling your walls fight to suck him in so you can never let him go.

When your orgasm finally comes, soft whimpers tremble from your open mouth. He removes his fingers slowly, knowing you’re still sensitive.

Slowly, you come to, sensing the world around you. The jazz music still lulls on, quiet sounds of brass and string instruments. 

But you don’t want to come down so soon. So you lift your head from where it rests on his shoulder. His gaze is still lustfilled, and your muscles jump, still wanting more.

“Fuck me, please?” It comes out as a question, though you both know it’s a given. One of your hands slither between your bodies, going back to your earlier action of stroking him. He’s already hard, and your mind drifts to the thought of him fucking you. 

In that moment you take over, mind still foggy from your orgasm. You fumble for the bottle of lube, unceremoniously putting some on your hand and wrapping it around his cock to slick him up.

With his eyes clenched shut, he rests his forehead against yours, taking a second to breathe before letting you guide him inside, taking him in entirely.

And your body never gets used to him, never gets used to how he seems to encompass you, makes you forget where your body ends and his begins. He must be magical to make you incoherent in this manner.

His thrusts start off slow and hard, almost like he’s savouring the feeling of you around him. And it’s tantalizing, the way his cock feels. Your body just wants to inhale him in any way possible. So you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him even closer so he can just grind into you. The moan you let out is long and sweet to his ears, makes him want to hear more, taste more.

You kiss as best you can, one hand digging into your waist to keep you steady, while the other makes its way between your bodies. 

“Fuck, fuck-” you moan out at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your clit. It’s painful the way the pleasure gets dragged through you again. But you love it, love the way it confuses your senses to the point that you can’t help but breathe out an airy laugh.

“(Y/N),” groans out Seungmin into your ear. “Shit you feel so good.”

His thrusts become irregular, and soon you find yourself trying to hold off, counting down the breaths until he finally cums, fucking into you so hard that you know you’ll be able to feel him.

And when that happens, your orgasm cums out through the trembles of your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. He kisses you breathlessly as you both come down, still connected and basking in the moment of you intertwined.

When you pull back, you grin. “Happy Early Birthday,” you say again. You’re sure he’ll hear it a few times this weekend.

He smirks, finally pulling away. It always feels weird at first, to be empty. But he still remains close, and it’s enough.

“Happy, indeed.” His gaze stays on you, searching. 

It’s your turn to inquire, “What are you thinking about?”

He gives a heavy sigh, and you ready yourself for some heartfelt words that will sound incredibly cheesy.

“I think I want cake now.”

You shove his chest automatically, giggling just as he does. 

“How about we shower first. You never like the feeling of bodily fluids drying on you.”

He turns his nose up. “Why do you have to call them ‘bodily fluids’? That just sounds nasty.”

“Should I just say you need to clean your dick, then?”

Your legs feel like jelly when you slide down from the counter top, but you regain your strength quickly, walking back to the bathroom down the hall. Seungmin follows close behind, complaining about your phrasings.

When he grabs you from behind, your peripheral catches the reflection coming from the window in the bedroom. To feel so free in this way, you know this kind of life you could easily acclimate to. And just as you suspected, this is the plan for the future: to love him as he loves you, to be in your own world with him as everything around you keeps going.

Val’s Note:

Somehow this ended up being perfect timing since our Seungmin’s birthday is coming soon! It seems like the Seungmin smut tag is lacking, and I understand why. He’s normally just this adorable guy, even when he’s not meaning to be. But we’re not about to just fly by him during this era in particular??? Hello????

If you’d like to make a request for the Dean Title Track fic, you can do so, here!

#skz smut #stray kids smut #kim seungmin smut #seungmin smut #stray kids x reader #seungmin x reader #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #seungmin fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids headcanons

[blueprint-han]

pink cherry blossoms.

pairing: changbin x (gender neutral) reader.

genre: high school au ; fluff.

⇥ warnings: none, changbin is Y/N’s high school pen pal + bf + and she’s a foreign exchange student uwu. 🥰

word count: 1.4 K

⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not aim to represent the activities of the real Seo Changbin, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡

type: drabble.

network tag: @stayverse​ @districtninewriters​ @inkidz​ + @sunoo-luvs​​

part of: the url drabble game; requested by @pinkchcn​ (requests for this are closed now!)

!!!; bold italics indicate Changbin’s letter.

↯ note: hhhhhh so the story for this comes from when I first read your url, I read it as “pink chicken” siudhyuegfw I’m so sorry if has a deeper meaning I by no means meant to mock it I swear. 😭 Hope you enjoy this blurb tho, this is in no way comparable to your awesome writing you queen but I tried. 😔 Happy reading! <33⇥ dawn.☀️

↯ note 2: Okay now that tumblr officially fucked with my self-esteem + the tags I am glad to announce that this is officially the worst fic ever Kai I’m so sorry I made you read this. 😭 I’ll go boo at myself now bye :(( ⇥ dawn.☀️

“Y/N-ah, you got mail.” Your roommate chimed in Japanese, throwing the envelope on top of your sleeping form. You groaned, shuffling under the mess of sheets. It was a Sunday, of all times! What reason did your friend find to wake you up early? You didn’t take the intrusion of sleep well.

“What?” Grubbily, you straightened up from the lower bunk of the bed, rubbing over your eyes as you squinted to look at your friend, who was silently giggling at the way your hair looked like a bird’s nest, all poofed up and sticking out in random places. “You got mail.” She repeated, tucking back her neatly combed hair behind her ear, before plopping a small parcel in front of you. “The letter was attached to this.”

“I know that.” You asked, throwing the blankets over your torso, snuggling into it’s warmth. “What could be so important that you had to wake me up for the mail?’ A soft huff from your lips and you rubbed over your eyes, trying to push away any remnants of sleep. “Couldn’t you have just left it on my table?” Shoving the envelope to the side.

“It’s from your boyfriend~” Your friend in a sing song voice, laughing when you lit up at the little admission. “Have fun reading it! I’m gonna go to the park. You need something?”

“Get me some cherry blossoms.” You stretched your limbs, any last signs of grubbiness gone with the wind. It was officially spring, which meant that the whole city was coated in pink, cherry blossoms of varying shades everywhere, and you loved the scenery they provided — especially from your balcony.

“Are you gonna send them to Changbin?” Your friend asked.

“Oh gosh, are you gonna keep asking me questions or are you gonna go?” Grabbing the pillow behind you, you chucked it at her head, laughing in victory when she was unable to dodge it.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Your friend rolled her eyes. “See you later.”

Deciding it as a good time to get out of bed, you quickly brushed your teeth, washed your face and tied your hair into a braid before staring at the envelope strewn on the bed. Your two other roommates were both outside already — you could read the letter in peace.

Plopping yourself onto the soft mattress, you covered yourself with the blankets once again before turning the envelope in your hand. Your address was neatly written in his handwriting, followed by three hearts and one winky face. The drawings warmed your heart as you unwrapped the package that came along with it.

It took you a while, but you eventually had the box opened and the tore the envelope, revealing a small piece of paper that had been crookedly folded in half, as though in hurry. Knowing Changbin, you knew better than to just assume that the letter was short, because that man had the tiniest handwriting you’d ever seen — being his pen pal meant you’d have to basically become a human magnifying glass.

Grabbing your reading glasses, you let them hang over your nose as you squinted, trying to read the letter.

Dear Y/N,

Hi^^ hope you’re having a lovely time there, darling~ it’s been going quite okay here. >w< Binnie misses you a lot-

You bit your lip to stifle your laughter. The fact that he’d actually bothered to draw emojis and use aegyo in his letter made you melt in warmth. You sunk back into the plush cushions as you continued reading his letter.

-and I sure hope you’re missing me too okay !! >:( don’t forget about me !! Anyways, it’s starting to get cold over here and mom forces me to pull over that dusty jacket that only makes me sneeze. Honestly I wish you were here, I miss your cuddles :(( But how’s everything going on there? Are you eating properly? Are you getting sufficient sleep? You better or else I’m gonna revoke my cuddles and hugs when you get back here after two months !! Remember to eat, drink water and sleep well okay!! That’s an order!! Or else. >:(

By the time you reached this part of the letter, you were already melting at how adorably concerned he sounded, even through writing. Your giggles were taking no name to stop as you clutched your letter. Feeling the heat creep up to your cheeks as you sighed, in love. You loved how he could make you forget everything around you and drown in everything Seo Changbin, and Seo Changbin only.

Anyways, I sent something for you!! Open the package !! ^^  It reminded me of you so I hope you liked it.

You tilted your head to the side as you flipped the lid of the box open, looking at one of those customizable “summer greetings” card (which was weird, considering that he’d just said it was getting colder)… and, a chicken?

You scowled in confusion as you picked up the plastic object, examining it thoroughly i your hands. It was colored in the usual hues of a normal chicken, but it nonetheless confused you. It reminded you of one of those plastic toys Changbin’s niece owned — in fact, you were almost 85% sure it was his niece’s.

“This reminded him of me? What the hell!” You glanced at the letter with a pout on your face, eyes searching for answers. For some reasons, butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach, producing a jittery sensation. Ignoring that, you continued reading, noticing a portion of the letter remaining.

Okay keukeukeukeu now that you’ve probably opened it you’re most likely confused and mad at me, and to that I say it was a prank :D That was’s Hyunae’s old toys keukeukeukeu hope you got fooled though. >:) Remove the cloth from the box and see what’s underneath now^^ Promise it’s not a chicken keukeukeuekeu >w<

You narrowed your eyes at the piece of paper, and then the box, noticing the cloth that seemed like it covered something underneath. Reaching out for it, you placed the box in your lap before holding your breath, gently taking the fabric out. You couldn’t be blamed for being nervous, okay? You just received a toy chicken as a souvenir from your boyfriend! A chicken, out of all things!

But, however, your suspicions were put to rest when the cloth was lifted. What you saw inside the box, was by far and most easily, one of the most beautiful gifts you’d ever received, and you felt a slight pang in your heart as your jaw dropped in awe.

It was a dark metal hairband, but the thing that was pretty about it was the tiny cherry blossoms that were arranged on top of it — just by looking at it, you could tell Changbin had spent hours making and coloring those clay flowers, let along moulding and placing them so perfectly. Small, shiny pearls placed in the centre of each flower shined in the light, and you internally swooned at hoe pretty it looked. Nothing could compare to anything you’d bought from the store, ever.

So this was his gift, huh?

“Wow,” You mumbled to yourself, gently and carefully sliding the headband onto your hair. It was heavy, but not that heavy and comfortable enough to wear frequently, you continued reading.

Aaaah i really hope you like it !! I spent about three days making this in craft class, and even the teacher said it came out well (also this reminded me of you please don’t be mad keukeukeuekue), I hope you like it darling !! ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Remember to write back to me okay !! I love you !! take care darling, bye~

With love

your boyfriend Seo Changbin.  ♡ ♡

You smiled when the letter ended, almost (almost) tearing up with how touched you were. Changbin had immense craftmanship indeed, but this by far, was one of the most beautiful pieces he’d ever made, let alone gifted to you.

“Wow, that’s pretty! Did Changbin send that?” You snapped up to look at your friend, who gazed at your headband in awe.

“Yeah!” Covering your mouth, you giggled. “Did you bring it?”

“Mhm,” Your friend carefully handed the delicate flower to you, and you quickly rushed to your cupboard, getting the little journal you’d made over the three months you were here. Once you sat back down on the bed after grabbing a pen, you opened the page titled ‘Spring’ and cautiously taped the cherry blossom onto the page, closing the book shit so it could be pressed into paper. After that it was the obvious, you quickly wrote him a note, smiling to yourself as you ran your hand across the flower crown you adorned on your head.

And of course, when Changbin opened the package two days later to receive the moderately fresh, pressed flower along with your stories and your note, a smile pulled at his lips in an instant.

↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor at least this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️

#inkidz #districtninewriters #stayverse #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz changbin fluff #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #seo changbin imagines #seo changbin scenarios #changbin imagines #changbin scenarios #t:fluff #t:au #skz x reader #skz x stay #skz x you #skz x y/n #skz fanfiction #stray kids fanfiction #kai i hope u can forgive me for this garbage i just wrote

[falsegoodnight]

these are the fics I read (or reread) and loved this month!

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 26th and any fics read after will be included in next month’s fic rec list because i don’t want this to be too long!

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✰ you fold into me like a beating heart by @lil0 / theweightofmywords | 2k

He’s scrolling through his phone as this nervous energy consumes him. He feels like he’s on the edge of something. If he falls, he doesn’t think he’d ever make it back. He catches himself staring at his weather app. It’s sunny where his ex is.

It’s sunny here too.

(this was so lovely and well-written! i’m honestly impressed with how much development and characterization and emotion was packed into less than 2k words! also i don’t want to spoil anything but there’s an element in this fic that finally plays out in the final sentence and i ADORED that! the last few paragraphs in general are just so perfect!)

✰ no one to blame (but the drink) by @femstyles | 3k 

Harry misses Louis. He knows Louis deserves better.

(this was so well-written and heart wrenching! i’m a sucker for fics where so much raw feeling is packed into smaller sizes and this is a perfect example! and exes to lovers, my kryptonite! it has more of an open ending but i loved it the little flicker of hope that it left the reader with!!)

✰ For You I’d Bleed Myself Dry by @allwaswell16​ | 4k

After a public and humiliating breakup, Louis Tomlinson finds himself on his would-be honeymoon with his best friend, Niall. However, this St. Lucian paradise is not all that it seems. Louis may be particularly vulnerable to an unusually handsome predator.

(one of the many vampire harry fics i read this month to get in the mood for writing my own! this one was so addicting and alluring- the air of mystery had me on the edge of my seat the entire time and the ENDING! it was vague and mysterious and PERFECT for the story!!!)

✰ Sugar Cube by @zanniscaramouche | 5k

Louis is fine. He knew this would happen. He knows. The beat up laptop stuffed under his mattress can attest to how much porn he’s watched and hell, he’s been on his knees in a piss stained alley for a few tenners. He’s not some scared blushing virgin.

Except. He kind of is.

(THIS. FIC. i was engrossed from start to finish and i genuinely cannot wait to read the full fic when the blff rolls around. the writing in this was exquisite- it evoked so much imagery and feeling in the reader and gosh, that ENDING! i can’t wait to find out what happens next!)

✰ Click by @allwaswell16 | 5k

When Louis got assigned a roommate, he wasn’t exactly thrilled, but as far as roommates go Marcel was a pretty good one. That was until Marcel started clicking a counter everywhere he went...

(i haven’t read very many marcel fics but i gave this one a shot and loved it! short and sweet and well-written! i loved the aspect of clicking too! it added an extra layer to the story! and of course, one can never go wrong with roommates to lovers!!) 

✰ take me to the stars by @lil0 / theweightofmywords | 6k 

Staring at his darling daughter, in the middle of the pasta aisle, Louis found himself on the edge of a neurotic breakdown.

"It’s your birthday tomorrow! And your papa better not do anything to muck it up! Because your dada worked very hard to organise it! And all of your aunties and grannies and granddads and friends will be there!” Louis continued in a sweet sing-song voice that seemed to get increasingly frantic as he continued. “And if your papa is in rut, then what? What’ll we do, honey girl? Your dada will be too busy! And your papa will be too horn-”

“Louis,” Harry interrupted, touching Louis’ arm. “I’ll be okay. It’s probably not even my rut. I can appreciate you… all of you… even when I’m not in rut.”

Louis looked at him skeptically, imagining the shitshow that would be Harry in rut, surrounded by family and friends, at their child’s first birthday party. “I hope you’re right, H.”

(this fic was so adorable and soft! i had a smile on my face the entire time! i don’t read a lot of fics where h&l are parents that don’t include pre-pregnancy but this sounded so cute that i couldn’t resist and i’m glad i gave it a shot! it’s well-written and lovely just like all other of this writer’s fics!!)

✰ which is sweeter love or its loss by @doncasterkitten / patdkitten | 6k

After he catches his boyfriend cheating on him, Louis runs away from London and answers an ad to housesit an estate in the Yorkshire Moors while the mysterious owner is away. It's easy enough to forget about his problems when confronted with the routine that exists in a former abbey in the moors, when the only people around are a cat and the caretaker.

And then the mysterious owner returns.

(another vampire harry fic! i loved the writing and the atmosphere in this fic which felt so real and developed despite it being a shorter fic! i loved the louis and harry here and the added aspect of louis getting over being cheated on and trying to escape. the story had a very ambiguous/open ending that worked perfectly for the story!) 

✰ shine a light upon your ground by @ashleyjohnsonfanaccount / louizsv | 9k

Louis sighs again and fiddles with the bracelet on his wrist, twisting the charms around and petting the fake diamonds.

“How much for a night?” A deep voice suddenly asks him. The man who approaches him is already pulling out his wallet and flicking through a bundle of bills. Louis, who had been sitting at the bar completely innocent and minding his own business, lets out an offended, strangled sound.

“Excuse me?” He demands, straightening up in his seat. The hem of his dress creeps further up his thigh but he pays it no mind.

(this author’s writing style is always so immersive and evocative and this fic is no exception! i’m honestly floored by how she managed to write this wonderful story in ONE DAY! the smut was hot and although i definitely pictured H as Harry the entire time, i loved the aspect of mystery in his identity and that the reader could choose to imagine him as whoever they wanted!)

✰ kiss me in your chevrolet by @lougendarey / cinnamons | 12k 

"Yes, Lou?" Harry asked, rubbing his tired eyes. A gust of wind came through the open windows, sending chills down Harry's arms as a light rain began falling outside. He closed his eyes again and let his head fall back to the couch arm rest.

"Can we go there?" Louis asked, probably pointing somewhere. Harry opened his eyes and felt his heart jump in his chest, a magazine page a couple of inches away from his face. Startled, Harry closed his eyes and breathed heavily, trying to collect himself.

Harry blinked a few times to focus his eyes on the page Louis still held in front of his nose. "You want to go to the Grand Canyon?" He furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head to the left to look at Louis' face.

(i love roadtrip aus and this one was so cute and lovely! the * troubles - don’t want to spoil - added another layer of depth to the story and i really enjoyed that too! their relationship was so cute and i loved how supportive and lovely harry was to louis in this fic when he needed it :’) also the ENDING!! i’m a sucker for endings like that - again, don’t want to spoil - and this one was so cute, i had a giant smile on my face!!! remember to read tags!)

✰ A Vivid and Wistful Memory by @lwtisloved / MyEnglishRose | 13k 

In which they are neighbours stuck at home and they happen to start talking through a wall with a piano, a violin, and a flute. They end up writing the soundtrack of their own love story.

(this was so adorable!!! i’ve been craving some more quarantine fics and this one delivered so well! i loved the aspect of violin and flute playing, writing songs together, the neighbors to friends to lovers, and of course i loved louis’ cat, Snowball <3 such a lovely story and so so heartwarming! highly recommend!)

✰ until this blood runs cold by @soldouthaz | 14k

In a town as small as Louis’, everybody knows everybody and gossip spreads faster than the wildfires that rage on just outside their backdoors in the sweltering heat of summer. When something happens here everyone knows about it within seconds. Neighbors call neighbors and notes are left on doorsteps, old telephone lines ringing until there isn’t a single person who is left in the unknown.

So it’s definitely hot gossip when a vampire moves in across the street from him, the very same one who’s just become Louis’ boss.

(amazing, perfect, wonderful as always! sarah’s writing is like a breath of fresh air and this story was truly incredible! i loved the atmosphere and the uniqueness of louis and harry’s jobs - never read anything like it, that’s for sure - and i’m just a sucker for vampire harry in general but sarah’s is perfect <333)

note: this fic is part of a series of vampire fics/drabbles (all of which are completely separate!) titled love bites which sarah and i are doing together so check it out!!!)

✰ UN(RE)SOLVED by @daddyharrie | 21k 

The ghoul boys are back, but this time around there are some unresolved feelings involved. Harry is a skeptic, Louis is not. Watch them go on their ongoing investigation into the question: are ghosts real?

Or, BuzzFeed Unsolved AU.

(i actually re-read this last month and forgot to talk about it - a TRAGEDY, I’M SORRY - but this is pretty much one of my favorite fics of this year and of all time, hands down. it’s not even that i’m a buzzfeed unsolved fan- this fic is just so??? good??? i’ve read it over five times and i never get tired of this version of harry and louis or the story or the humor. also jealous harry >>>) 

✰ your eyes of blue, your kisses too by @loubellies | 22k

When they get out onto the streets away from the crowds Niall turns to walk backwards, “So did you get any leads?”

“Well- uh.”

Niall shakes his head, “Too busy kissing that pretty boy onstage, I see. Gonna blow the whole case for a piece of ass?”

or the murder in the alleyway.

(so good!!! mar has really outdone herself with this one! historical au + mystery + detective harry is pretty much a recipe to win me over and this took all of those things and combined them perfectly! it’s fast paced and atmospheric - love the 1920s setting for this fic - and engrossing! and the smut was hot hot HOT!)

✰ Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 | 38k 

Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

(this was so amazing and so heartwarming! i loved the relationship between louis and harry here and especially how supportive and wonderful harry was with louis and trying to learn how to communicate with him :’) reading this fic was so comforting, i can’t explain it. i just read it in one sitting while laying in bed and i had the dopiest smile on my face at some parts. i don’t normally read fics with no smut but this one was so worth it)

✰ Lidocaine and Palm Trees. by @daddyharrie​ | 45k

Heat, fake tans and lots of traffic.

Harry never expected to earn his living this way when he moved to LA.

Louis didn't think he could ever be the same after his divorce.

A lighthearted story about two guys trying to find themselves in the vibrant, sprawling city of Los Angeles, with a side of technical porn industry stuff.

(i’ve already recced this fic on here a few months back but it’s recently been finished so i will be screaming about it again. another favorite of this year and favorite of all time. i’ve reread this fic over and over since it’s finished and i never get tired of it. i love these characters and this storyline (which is so unique and refreshing, honestly) so much. the setting also makes me feel nostalgic in the best way)

✰ Since I’ve Found You by @all-these-larrythings / Rearviewdreamer | 74k

Louis woke up on the morning he was meant to volunteer at the Feed the Homeless program at St. Mary's church hoping for an opportunity to give back a little to a city that has given him everything he could ever want. Little did he know, there was one more great thing waiting there for him; a boy with radiant green eyes in a weathered jacket and a beat-up backpack slung over his shoulders.

(THIS. FIC. it was so cute and amazing! i don’t get the chance to read a lot of longer fics as much as i want to but i somehow read this in one afternoon because i couldn’t put it down. it was so heartwarming and i loved the progression of their relationship and louis was so lovely and so was harry and ugh, it was so good! the ending made me emotional too <3)

If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

#fic recs #my fic recs #august 2020 recs #28th appreciation #august recs #2020 recs #scheduled

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE-Jungkook

Request: Vlogger!Jungkook records and documents the birth of his first son.

A/N: Listen. I have just straight up had a shitty day. So, to remedy that, I thought writing about some soft dad!Kookie would help me feel better. 

Tags: BTS, BTS Drabble, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, Fluff, Dad AU, Husband AU, Vlogger AU, Jeon Jungkook, Dad!Bangtan, Dad!Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook x you, Jungkook x reader, Daeseok

Genre: Fluff

Warning: There will be descriptions of birth and labor. 

Title: Who Cares? 

“So another boy, huh?” Your doctor asks with a gentle smile, as she moves the ultrasound probe on your belly to find said baby’s heartbeat. 

“Yep.” You nod, grinning over at Jungkook, who clutches your hand, eyes on the ultrasound screen, as the baby’s heartbeat sounds loud and clear and steady throughout the room suddenly. 

“And are we going to be vlogging this one too, Jungkook?” Your doctor teases, showing you a clear view of your tiny son on the screen, as she flashes a smile in your husband’s direction. 

“I don’t think so.” Jungkook laughs, a slight blush coming across his cheeks, as he winks at you. “I’ve given up on being a vlogger. And besides,” His lips pull back in a cheeky smile to reveal his bunny teeth. “I think (Y/N) would kill me if I tried that again.” 

“You bet I would.” You say playfully, reaching out to pinch his arm lightly as your doctor laughs at your banter. 

-Three Years Earlier-

“Okay. There we go. Perfect.” Jungkook mumbles to himself, checking once more to make sure that he is perfectly in the camera frame before he starts the recording once more. “Hey guys!” He waves into the camera and makes sure to smile big for those who will be watching. “It’s an exciting night over here!” 

Jungkook tries to hold the camera steady as he jogs down the hallway and back to your bedroom, where you are leaning on the bed, stuffing clothes and belongings and baby items into an overlarge backpack. 

“Jagi, say hi!” Jungkook glances at the camera, as he holds it out to show you in the frame, and he motions for you, behind the lens, to acknowledge the video. 

“Hello.” You roll your eyes, your voice disinterested and clipped, as you zip up the backpack and turn to Jungkook, who is fiddling with the camera. “Kook, come on. Can we go now? These contractions are starting to hurt like a bitch.” 

As if on queue, you lean back over the bed, letting out a slight groan, as you clutch your swollen belly and try to breathe through the contraction pain. 

“Oh, right!” Jungkook rushes to your side, supporting you as you work through the birth pain, but does not forget about his audience as, rubbing soothing circles onto the small of your back, he says directly into the lens, “We’re having a baby tonight! Little boy Jeon is own his way!” 

“Jungkook.” You whine out after the contraction has faded enough for you to stand up straight again. “Put the damn camera away and take me to the hospital!” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Jungkook exclaims, reaching for the backpack, but not before sneaking one more wink to the camera before he reaches for the off button. “See you guys at the hospital.” 

********

“Shit!” You let the expletive fall from your lips as you sink back against the hospital bed, breathing like you have just run a marathon after the last killer contraction that had just swept over your body. 

“Jagi’s doing really well, guys.” Jungkook moves to grab his camera up once more from where it had been sitting in the corner, filming the scene of you, suffering through the pain in your hospital bed, before he moves to your side and leans over to squeeze your hand, putting you both in the frame. “We’ve been here about 5 hours, and the nurse said she’s getting close to pushing.” 

“Kook, I need ice.” You breathe out, adjusting the wet, cool rag that is draped across your forehead, ignoring his camera and filming entirely. 

“Got it.” Jungkook jostles the camera slightly as he reaches for the bedside table, and leaning over to plop a few small ice cubes onto your tongue, he settles down in the chair beside your bed, as he says into the video, “So, like I said, we’ve been at the hospital for about 5 hours now, and,” Jungkook pauses in what he’s saying to look up away from the screen and to the clock, before he refocuses, voice low so as not to disturb you. “Jagi’s made it this far all on her own. No pain meds, no help. She’s superwoman.” He flips the camera to catch a glimpse of where you lay, eyes closed, a thin sheen of sweat on your face. “She’s really beautiful, huh?” 

“Kook. Don’t lie.” You crack open your eyes barely, and he flashes you a grin, as you manage a weak smile in his direction, just before you feel the telltale tightening happening once more around your middle. “Kook!” 

“That’s my cue.” Jungkook says quickly, standing up and positioning the camera once more to capture the scene without his help, before he hurries to your side, where you clench onto his hands as if they’re your only lifeline. 

“Ow, ow, ow!” You wail out, face screwing up, breathing growing erratic, as two nurses appear at the foot of your bed, standing silently as you battle through the contraction. “Ow, shit!” 

When the pain is decreasing, you heave a long breath, and the nurses move forward, offering you sympathetic smiles, before one says, “Okay, (Y/N). You can push now, okay? We’re gonna hold your legs and on your next contraction, I want you to bear down. Do you think you can do that?” 

You glance over at Jungkook, wide eyed and suddenly panicked. “I’m not ready. I’m not ready to be a mom, Kook.” 

He looks slightly pale, as your fingers clench around his own, but he manages a wan smile and a chuckle, before he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. “I hate to break it to you, love, but this baby’s coming whether we’re ready or not.” 

As if triggered by his words, another contraction starts, and the nurses begin to nod, saying firmly, “Okay, (Y/N). Use this contraction to push.” 

“Ow, ow, shit, ow!” You screw your eyes shut, pressing your chin into your chest and push, you push as hard as you’ve ever pushed in your life, and just when you feel as if you can’t push anymore and Jungkook’s fingers will fall off in your own, the pain is dying down, and you can breathe again. 

“Good, good!” One of the nurses exclaims, before reaching up to you and taking your hand in yours. “Reach down here. Feel your baby’s head.” 

Your fingers come into contact with a very wet, very sticky, very hairy head between your legs, and you gasp, looking over at Jungkook with wide eyes. “Oh my gosh, Kook, he’s actually coming!” 

“Yeah, he is.” Jungkook reaches up to smooth hair back from your forehead, before he nods at you. “Let’s finish it then, jagi.” 

He has completely forgotten about the video camera in the corner. 

Another pain. Another push. Another eternal moment of agony and not being able to breath and then. 

“He’s here!” 

A cry splits the air, and a flurry of activity happens, and then one of the nurses is plopping a purple, wet, bloodied baby, black hair plastered to his little round head, directly on your chest. 

“Oh, oh.” You gasp out, still catching your breath from pushing, your body starting to shake all over from the exertion of the last several hours. But none of that, none of that compares to the feel of your baby boy in your arms, his tiny mouth pursed as he fusses, tiny eyes screwing closed, minuscule fists reaching out to clutch at the materal of your hospital gown. 

You glance up at Jungkook, who is standing beside the bed, silently looking down at his son, eyes slightly more shiny than they were a moment before. “We did it, Kook. We did it.” 

“We did it.” He repeats, before he crouches down, reaching out a careful and slightly hesitant finger to brush across his son’s still damp head of hair. 

“Would dad like to cut the cord?” One of the nurses asks, holding up a pair of surgical scissors and looking to you both questioningly. 

You nod, and Jungkook nods, before he leaves your side and steps down to the nurse, taking the scissors and clipping his son’s cord easily with one motion. 

“Oh my gosh. Hi, baby boy.” You whisper, not being able to help running your fingers over all of the baby’s soft, wrinkled, downy skin. “Hi Daeseok.” 

“He has so much hair.” Jungkook says in awe, crouched down once more beside you, as he looks at the baby, tiny fist now stuck in his mouth, with wide eyes. 

“I know. He looks a lot like you.” You remark, still not looking up from the baby, hand now stroking across the drying strands of dark hair. “Did you get it on tape?” You glance up at your husband and, suddenly remembering, you glance toward the camera, forgotten in the corner. “The birth? Did you get it on video, Kook?” 

“Who cares?” Jungkook asks softly, not even glancing over at the still rolling camera, as he once again reaches out to touch his newborn son. 

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[yuzukult]

i’m bad too 02 || kdy & reader

title: i’m bad too - drabble series pairing: kim doyoung x reader genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut, goodboy!doyoung, nerdy!dy (basically he’s a dork) & badgirl!reader word count: 1.6k a/n: yes, i realize i updated 2 days ago and i should probably update my other fics but this is just too fun to write :) please let me know if anyone wants to be tagged! taglist: @wownajaemin​ 

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“The fuck is up with the toothpick?” Johnny asks, recently dyed blonde hair slicked back to showcase the furrow of his brows. “Smoke a cig like the rest of us. Be normal.”

“A good boy has her caught.” Naeun teases, leaning against the seat of her bike. She’s got her hair tied back in a tight ponytail today, ears exposed and full of piercings. “She ‘on smoke no more.” 

You roll your eyes, hopping off your motorcycle before you spit out the toothpick. “Mind your own business, will you? We came here to work on that stupid task.” Johnny gets off of the wall he’s been resting on, tossing the cigarette butt onto the ground then stepping on it with his combat boot. “Aight. Well, prep yourself. Boss ain’t gonna be happy if we leave with nothin’.”

The task takes barely twenty minutes, just enough time for you to get back to school. Flinging the black duffel bag into a dumpster in an alley, the three of you brush off your hands. “All good? You think he’s gonna actually dive in the dumpster to grab this shit?”

You laugh mockingly, shaking your head at Naeun. “Absolutely not. Maybe one of his guys though.” 

“So,” Johnny begins, starting his bike. The engine roars, piercing through the air, and sometimes you question whether or not him constantly revving will bite him in the ass later. The three of you are supposed to be discreet but Johnny seems to act otherwise. “You headed to the club this weekend?”

Naeun tilts her head. “What club? What’s happening there?”

“Pandora’s Box. Heard there’s a cool college event happening there.”

“Johnny, you’re not in college. You’ve never been in college.” You lift a brow questioningly. “What are you getting at here?”

“Just saying. There’s hotties out there. Also—I forgot to mention, that’s where the boss plans on paying us for this task.”

To blend in, you opt for a crop top and leather pants. Sure, you’re dressed black from top to bottom, but you don’t plan on sticking out like a sore thumb. Slipping on black booties to match, you’re set for the night.

Your riding jacket is thick enough to get you through the brisk winds of winter, thankfully, because it’s been gradually getting colder as the sun begins to fade away. Putting your bike in neutral, you kick out the side stand to park it before noticing a familiar figure standing outside with a group of men—who also had similar  recognizable features. Sliding off your helmet, you realize your worst fears have come true.

It’s Kim Doyoung waiting in the queue outside of Pandora’s Box.

Grabbing his elbow, you pull him aside. “What are you doing here?” You hiss. “It’s not safe out here.”

He’s so pretty tonight—he matches you in an all black outfit, turtleneck and black jeans. He’s not even wearing his glasses as usual, he’s got in contacts and you get to see his face a lot clearer. Hair styled back, exposing his forehead, Doyoung still makes your heart skip a beat.

“What do you mean? There’s an event happening tonight. All black.” He gestures to his body. Briefly, his eyes scan you and your attire. “Seems like you got the memo.”

You roll your eyes. Maybe this should be okay. Everyone is here, essentially, and the Boss won’t want to be held accountable with a plethora of witnesses. “Nevermind. Forget it.”

“You look pretty,” He says suddenly, unfiltered. His pools of chocolate are warm when they bore into yours, causing your face to heat up. “Um… thanks.”

“Wanna meet my friends?”

You snort. “Why?” 

“Because I may have told my friends I was seeing a hot girl who is definitely way out of my league.” He grins innocently. “It would be nice if they stopped teasing me. They think I’m lying.”

Shuffling through your jacket pocket, you spot your box of toothpicks. Casually, you pull one out of its contents before popping it into your mouth. You’re far from hot, in your perspective, but it seems to Doyoung that he thinks that you’re more attractive. “I think you’re hotter than me.” You say it so calmly that it’s his turn to blush, tips of his ears tinting crimson. “But alright. Lead the way.”

Swiftly, he slides his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers together. “I know you haven’t actually officially responded to what I said, but I still stand on my position.”

Scoffing, you shake your head. “Alright, lover boy. Go introduce me to your friends.”

His friends’ mouths drop in awe—it seems that everything Doyoung said in describing you wasn’t a lie at all. They all stutter in introduction and a greeting, and truthfully, it felt nice to feel normal for once. 

Doyoung says your name, and the sound of it rolls off the tip of his tongue with ease. “We’ve been uh… talking.”

“Talking.” You reiterate in confirmation, nibbling on the toothpick. It’s a habit you’ve discovered since quitting. “Doyoung seems excited to inaugurate us. How do you know him?” His friends are either from tennis club, LoL, and you recall someone mentioning that they go back from the first semester of college. They’re like Doyoung; innocent, sweet, and nice. The group is here simply because they wanted a night out of fun, to meet girls (Doyoung swears he’s just tagging along), and hoped they could find themselves a girlfriend here.

You purse your lips. “I don’t think you’ll find any kind girls here.” Putting emphasis in your words, you mean the way you executed it. Pandora’s Box isn’t for good boys, no, they’re not for boys like Doyoung and his friends. Maybe you’d stick by them tonight, instead of dipping out right after receiving your pay. They need protection, after all, and who else can provide that? “But good luck, nonetheless.”

“Are you leaving?” Doyoung asks, the space between his brows scrunching up in fear. He’s afraid you’ll leave, just when he’s barely got your attention outside of tutoring. “Where are you going?”

“Nah, gimme a sec.”

Doyoung watches the sway of your hips as you walk to the front of the line, passing and ignoring the glares from the people who wait in the queue as you eye the bouncer. He admires how much you don’t care how people see you, you’re just… you. “You know the deal.” You say casually to the bigger gentleman, all muscle, no neck. He nods through his shades, ready to lift the red belt of the barrier but you halt him. “And my boys too.” Tilting your head to signal Doyoung and his friends, the bouncer grumbles. 

“Don’t growl at me, Tony. I know your real name.” You can tell he’s narrowing his stare at you through his sunglasses. “Also, it’s 9:00pm. Wrong time of day to be wearing those.”

“Just get yours and your little friends’ asses in, will you? This crowd is gonna give me a hard time once you go in.”

“Mm,” you hum, patting his shoulder despite the height difference. “You’re the best, Tony. Say hi to your kid for me.” He stiffens.

“Come,” You motion Doyoung and his friends over to head inside. “We can skip the line.”

After that exchange you had with the bouncer, Doyoung is distraught. He can’t seem to understand who you really are, and this side of you that you’re unraveling has him at his peak of curiosity. 

“How’d you get in? Does your dad own this place?” The two of you decide to grab something from the bar together as you observe his friends from the mezzanine, arms resting on the table that overlooks the dance floor. 

“No, but that would’ve made life a bit easier.” You discard the used toothpick onto the table before bringing the rum and Coke to your lips. “Why are you here anyways? You say that your friends wanted to go clubbing but why here?”

Doyoung sighs, swirling the beer in its bottle. He’s not a big fan of drinking, but the alcohol is bringing him enough courage to talk to you seamlessly. “Lucas said he met a girl that’s got him all… caught up. She said she comes here often and would be here tonight.”

You freeze. “Doyoung. What’s her name?”

“I don’t know, possibly Nayeon? Naeun?”

Groaning, rubbing your face in your hands. “Alright, let’s get your friends outta here. No meeting with Naeun tonight. She's trouble.” Just when you’re about to turn away, you run into someone who nearly spills your drink. “What the fuck—“

“Baby.” Naeun grins mischievously. “Where ya headin’?”

“You’re too involved. I don’t like that.” You suck in your cheeks. “Stop interfering. I’m taking Lucas out of here.”

“Eh. But I like games.” She sneaks a glance over at Doyoung who seems clueless. Extending a hand to offer a handshake, she doesn’t wipe off that smirk on her face. “Hi, you must be her boyfriend. I’m Naeun—her best friend. Wingwoman, really, but somehow she managed to snag you from under my wings.”

“She’s… never mentioned a best friend,” Doyoung admits, firmly shaking her hand. “I’m Kim Doyoung. I’m also her tutor.”

You hiss. “Don’t tell her that.”

Naeun laughs heartily, hand on her chest to refrain herself from cracking up even more. “Why the hell are you still getting tutored? You don’t need that stuff. It’s just junk for your brain when you could be training for other things.” 

Doyoung is even more confused now. Who were you? What were you hiding from him? “What other things?”

#doyoung smut #doyoung fic #doyoung x reader #nct #nct fic #nct smut #nct127 #nctu #gyukultfics #idk what to tag like ever lol