#please notice her lovely bunny teeth smile

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eva is like my 2nd muse next to ocelot

#please notice her lovely bunny teeth smile #eva mgs #mgs eva #mgs #metal gear solid #metal gear fanart #qopphy art

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For a possible smutty gravity blurb: maybe something they haven’t tried before?? Like maybe flower watches one of his streams or something and he’s talking abt some type of kink/situation they’ve never done before and she gets all nervous bc she wants to do that but she’s kinda insecure bc why is he talking about it on stream but not to me??? And so maybe there’s a wholesome communication moment butttttt they end up doing that thing:) idk just a thought hehehehe

cw: anal play involved!! if that makes you uncomfortable please skip :)

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The end of autumn chill swirled around (Y/N) in a fluttering gust, the ends of her hair being lifted along the sweeping breeze. Her nose felt chilled, among the elements, any bare swatch of skin prickled with goosebumps. Despite her hand being exposed to the elements, she didn't notice much of that cold with the way Harry had it wrapped in his own. Walking her out to her car, he swung their hands between them in a juvenile show of affection. Since he started, she hadn't been able to wipe the smile from her face. 

Looking up at him, seeing the tip of his own nose flushed with a chill to match that of his cheeks, her grin widened. He still had his glasses on from class, a heavy cardigan on his torso with his curls still a bit loose from his morning shower. 

"What?" he asked, glancing down at her with a wide smile, his dimples and bunny-like front teeth on display. 

"Nothing, just looking," she muttered through the curl of her lips, "You're working tonight, right?" 

"I am, yeah," he sighed, "Sorry." 

Creases pulled her brows into a furrow. "Why are you sorry? It's your job, don't be sorry." 

"I know," he drawled, the same way he always did when she had to remind him that there was no reason for guilt tied to his line of work. "But, I was wanting to spend time with you tonight instead." 

Bumping his shoulder, her gentle scolding tone melted, "You know, I could still come over." 

A shy flush bubbled to the surface of his cheeks, painting him a deeper shade of red than the wind could accomplish. "You'd distract me too much." 

"I think we could still get through," she teased, her voice lilting as she bumped her hip against his once more. 

"Maybe, another time, flower," he murmured, looking down at her with an expression she figured was better suited to the man on camera and not the physics tutor he was during the day. 

"Another time, then," she agreed, pushing back the sudden need to squirm as his eyes traced down her form. 

Approaching the parking lot, her car in the lucky space close to the building, (Y/N) pretended as if she didn't cut her pace to make slower strides. She wanted an extra couple of seconds with him, even if it meant walking like the people she complained about on campus between classes. 

"Did y'still want me to call you before bed?" 

"Yes, please," (Y/N) answered, "If you're not too tired, anyway." 

"Never too tired for you, love." 

Thinking back to the first days of knowing Harry, remembering the way he struggled to meet her eyes or would flush immediately when she said something as simple as his name, it was hard to compare him to the version that stood before her now. Openly flirting with her and agreeing to another time where she could sit in on one of his cam sessions and distract him for fun. It was no wonder she had never seen the obvious signs tying the camboy on her computer to her physics tutor. 

"Get home safe, yeah?" he murmured to her, stopping at the bonnet of her car. Using his hold on her hand he turned her to face him. 

"I'll text you," she smiled up at him, rising to her tiptoes for a moment to press her lips to his in a small kiss.

Harry chased after her, unwilling to let the kiss end just yet. He won his reward of an extra peck before she started pulling away. He'd been late to his afternoon classes one too many times after walking her back to her car, claiming he just wanted to make sure she made it there alright when they really ended up spending time kissing until his cheeks were flushed. 

"Go to class," she reprimanded him, drifting away from him towards her car. 

Keeping his hand clasped in hers, Harry elongated that contact until he couldn't anymore, his fingertips grazing hers before they dropped to his side. "Love you." 

"Love you, too, H. I'll see you tomorrow." 

A toothy grin spread across his cheeks as he looked at her, his eyes impossibly behind the lens of his glasses. "See you tomorrow.

She gave him a tinkling wave as she stepped into her car. He would stay there until he saw her pull out of the lot, keeping to his promise of ensuring she started her journey home safely (he knew too many statistics about driving accidents to freely let her go without being there in case of emergency, he'd said). But, even as she pulled out of the lot into the main road, she could see him in her rearview mirror, standing with his hands on the straps of his backpack, wide grin on his mouth. 

There was the tutor version of him again; the one that was soft and smiley, shy and wrapped in sweaters. She was going to have to tune into his stream tonight to get the other side of him.

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While tuning into Harry's shows were something that she always found fulfilling, there was something especially satisfying now that she knew who he was and knew him as more than just a faceless crooner. Though, she could admit, she still felt a bit shy when she logged in. 

However, it didn't take her long to sink into the night session when she tuned in after putting away her study materials for the night. Checking the time, she knew Harry would be in the middle of his stream then, the temptation too much to ignore before she was logged in and watching him as he cooed and moaned for the camera. 

By the time his screen was pulled up for her, his tip meter was already full and over the edge, his shirt off and his hand wrapped around his cock though his boxers were still on. She knew this routine—it was one of her favorites, anyway; he was in the mood to tease the audience tonight. He was going to coax them into begging for him, asking for more of daddy before he would be so inclined to give it. His chest was flushed a warm red, complimenting the black tattoos inked on his skin. Blocks of muscle were bunching and straining, his abs shining with a layer of sweat. The camera had almost everything in view, going as high up as to capture the line of his throat before cutting off at his jaw.

Plugging her headphones into her ears, she heard the labored sound of his breathing, the rich gravel of his town heavy on his tongue, and the slick sound of his fist passing over his length. 

She had her hands on her keyboard, reading to type something out for him to test if he had his eyes on the chat, but she stopped short when he resumed talking. He was detailing out a fantasy for them, one she had never heard fall from his lips before. 

"Would you like that, baby?" he asked, words drawling and dripping out of his mouth, "You'd let me try with you? You'd let me play with your cute little ass?" 

Just out of view of the camera, he threw his head back, his breathing labored. She could see the stretch of his neck, flushed with his Adam's apple bobbing. His hand on his cock quickened, his fist slapping against his skin. 

"You'd let me do that?" he continued, his voice completely breathless with his chest heaving, "Let me fuck you from the back and see where else you could take me? Play with you a little?" 

With a fluttering blink, (Y/N) couldn't take her eyes off of what her Harry was doing on screen. Though he'd never brought it up to her before, it didn't take much for her to picture what he was offering for the audience. 

She could be on her hands and knees for him, Harry kneeling behind her with his thighs smacking against the back of her own as his cock sank in and out of her pussy. Her heart was in her throat when she pictured him spreading her cheeks apart and thumbing at the second entrance he was speaking up, the second place she could "take" him like he said. 

Is that something he wanted? He wanted to play with her, see what else he could mold her body into doing for him, see what reactions he could garner from her? 

"You'd love it, sweetheart, I promise. I'd be so gentle, so gentle," he rambled, his voice sounding airy and lost the longer he sat with his fantasies. "I can put in a couple of fingers, show you how good it feels. I think I could make you cum like that. You want that?" 

Her designated nickname pricked her ears. He didn't even know she was tuning into the show yet, having been frozen since he started speaking with no comments in her name being sent through the chat yet. He was thinking of her?

The idea made her thighs tense, her stomach squeezing into a tight knot. 

There had never been a time in her life that she had considered allowing anyone to feel around anywhere other than her pussy, but the thought of Harry wanting to feel and touch her everywhere plucked at something in her. Leave it to him to make even the most unappealing of things into something she could see herself wanting. 

"Fuck you everywhere, sweetheart, that's what I want" he groaned, the pace of his hand on his cock causing the band of his underwear to slip low enough to show off his length. "Gonna cum jus' thinking about it." 

Sucking in a deep breath, (Y/N) listened to his breathing hitch and shudder, changing to match the heavy pace of his hand on his cock. He really was going to cum, that much she could tell. His abs were tight, skin flushed, and the base of his cock tight from the sliver of skin she could catch on screen. 

"C'mon, sweetheart, tell me you'd let me try with you. Let me have more of you."

 His chat was flooded with responses, going way too fast for (Y/N) to even attempt to concentrate on. She could imagine it was filled with the confirmations that he wanted, dirty promises that any of these audience members would spread open for him at any given moment. His tip meter had well exceeded the goal amount, the donations and tiny messages attached seemingly only urging him on. 

All (Y/N) could give her attention to was the amount of times he uttered her nickname, asking her if she'd let him try his fantasy with her. That he promised that he would make it good for his sweetheart, that he'd be as gentle as he could be when sinking his fingers in and fucking her everywhere he could reach. 

She felt as if she were out of her body, watching as he plucked down the band of his boxers. His heavy cock bounced up against his stomach before he caught it in his slick fist. His length was wet and flushed, precum pooling on the tip and dripping down his shaft. She was sure her mouth had dropped into a gape. This fantasy had elicited that kind of reaction from him. Her tummy tightened at the thought.

Though she was aware he was talking, spinning a story for his viewers to be entranced with, (Y/N)'s own head was spiraling around her own story. 

Would he help hold her hips up when she couldn't anymore? She already felt full enough with his cock inside her, how much more would she feel with him like that? With his stamina, how long would he have her buried against the mattress, opened up just for him? 

Before she could even be aware of the moment, she heard a familiar gasp in her headphones. Her eyes refocused on the screen, Harry's cock spurting with ropes of cum. Strings decorated his chest, slicking over his tattoos in milky pearls. He groaned, chest heaving with blushing skin. His throat was bobbing, the skin stretched with the very ends of his hair visible on the edge of the screen. She could picture his eyes closed, lavender eyelids fluttering with dark lashes. His mouth would be set into a gape, a pinch between his brows.

One of these days, she was going to end up going to his apartment after one of his streams. It wasn't fair that he was able to perform like that and she wasn't in his bed at the end of the night. 

Harry recovered soon enough, cleaning off his chest and giving his signature send off for the night. 

(Y/N) was still far from joining him in that headspace even when the screen blacked out, his page settling for the night. Her brain was still where he was describing his fantasy, where she could picture herself on all fours for him. 

Replacing her laptop lid and sliding the device away, she rolled onto her back in the folds of her comforter. Staring up at the ceiling, she attempted to gather her bearings. 

Now that more of the lust and the initial intrigue began to wane, she was left with a question. 

Why wouldn't he tell her about this? Obviously, he had quite the feelings towards this fantasy, given the fact he was so worked up, cumming before she even really had a chance to catch up. Why was his first choice to share this with strangers on his stream as opposed to telling her?

To be fair, it was a rather intimate dream, even more than what they usually did with one another. But, considering the details of their relationship—her being an avid viewer of his before knowing his identity, Harry being an active cam-personality, as well as the time they sexted with one another before even knowing who they were—there were very blurry lines when it came to what could be "too much". 

She hoped she had shown that she would be open to trying anything for him, just the same way he is with her. 

Their phone call tonight would be interesting.

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"Hi, flower."

Snuggled in her duvet, (Y/N) relaxed into the mattress at the sound of his voice. "Hi, H. What are you doing?" 

"About to fall asleep," he shared, his voice decidedly deeper than usual, "What about you, love? Y'get all your studying done?"

"Mhm," she hummed, casting her mind back to the hours before she tuned into his stream. They didn't seem so important compared to everything that happened after she slid her textbooks out of the way. Harry didn't even know yet that she had been present during the show, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to tell him. A part of her wanted to wait and see if he would broach the subject of everything without her having to bring it up. "How was your show?" 

"Short," he laughed, the sound a warm vibrato, "I got too worked up and barely made it through a half an hour." 

"Yeah?" she prodded, hoping to open up the conversation for him, "What happened?" 

"Jus' m'imagination running a little too wild," he sighed, paraphrasing everything she had already heard through her headphones, "Thought about you a little too much, of course." 

The timber of his voice fell as he spoke his last statement, enticing her through the phone as if that was a hard task for him to pull off. His voice was what paid half of his bills anyway—his body handled the other fifty percent. 

(Y/N) felt a tad on the breathless side when she spoke next, settling back into the way she had integrated herself into his story; she could still see herself on her hands and knees, spread open for him with whines falling from her lips. "What do you mean?" 

"You know what I mean, sweetheart," he drawled, the smug smile on his lips audible through the phone, "You've seen the shows; you know what I think about when it comes to you." 

It was hard not to get wrapped up in his words. Even with the small plan she had in her back pocket, this being her attempt to gather more information about the fantasy she shared with strangers on the internet, it was all too easy to fall into that soft, velvet coated space with him where his words were like silk and honey dripping over her skin. He knew exactly how to talk to her. 

"Yeah," she swallowed, closing her eyes with her cheek mushed against her pillow, "But, was something different about today?" 

Harry hummed as if he were considering her question. This would be the moment, she figured. This would be when he'd bring up the fact that he wanted to try something new with her, lay her out on his bed and take her in every way he could. 

"I jus' think I miss you, that's all," he told her, deflating that anticipation ballooning in her chest. "I feel like 's been a while since I've had you all to myself, don't you think?" 

Truthfully, they spent the entire weekend at his apartment, studying and working on papers in-between cuddles on the couch and romps in his bedroom. 

"I think, we had all weekend together," (Y/N) laughed, teasing him some as if she still wasn't itching for alone time with him. 

"I guess we did, huh," Harry joined in, "Jus' not enough for me then, I guess. You've spoiled me, now I'm always going to want more." 

That declaration pinged in the back of her mind. He wanted more, that's what he's said in the stream. He wanted more of what she had to give him. 

"I can do that," she answered instinctively, her voice a bit breathy over the line. 

"Yeah? Gonna keep spoiling me?" he teased, his demeanor decidedly much more light-hearted compared to the creeping in of lust into her tone. 

"I'll try." She'd try to be everything he wanted, she decided. She was going to be the place he indulged and shared those intimate stories with, not the internet. 

A soft sigh sounded on the other line. "Y'always do, flower," he crooned before a yawn cut him off, "'M about to fall asleep, love, 'm sorry." 

"Don't be sorry," she rushed out, feeling guilty now that she's trying to extract information from him when he started the call telling her just how sleepy he was, "Go to sleep and I'll see you tomorrow, right." 

"See you tomorrow," he confirmed, his voice heavy and dripping, "Love you." 

"Love you, too, H. Goodnight." 

Harry shared a final goodnight with her before the call ended with (Y/N) left in her lonely bedsheets and the new facet of him she learned today. 

Her eyes shuttered to a close as she sunk into the silence of her bedroom. She hadn't been lying when she said that she would try to do that—be that—for him. Why he didn't tell her in the first place, wasn't something she could dwell on at the moment. She needed to focus on plucking up the courage to do what she promised. 

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"I'm still coming over tonight, right?" 

Harry's smile bloomed over his lips, dimples deep in his cheeks. "Of course," he murmured, dipping his head down through the open window of her car to press a kiss to the apple of her cheek, "Should jus' live there, if you ask me." 

(Y/N)'s own lips were curled into a soft smile as she looked up at him. This wasn't the first time nor would it be the last time she heard of this want of his. "We'll see," she settled, "Let me know when you're back then I'll head over." 

"I will," he smiled, pressing another delicate kiss to her mouth before pulling away. "I love you." 

"I love you, too," she cooed, "I'll let you know when I make it home." 

He murmured a small thank you against her skin before pulling away. He waved a goodbye at her as he stepped back from her car, giving space for her to pull out of the parking lot. 

Flicking her gaze to the rearview mirror, Harry nothing more than a cardigan covered figure that grew blurrier and blurrier until she took the turn to leave him out of her sight, (Y/N) could feel her heart rate spike. 

She had a plan. The idea of setting it in motion elicited that nervous excitement in her. All she wanted was for it to go along without a hitch, and spend a special night with Harry. 

When she laced this whole thing together the night before, she decided that when she went over that night, she wouldn't even really address what she had heard him say in the stream. She would initiate everything, pushing a little bit for the taboo idea he had shared, telling him that she wanted to try something new with him. She would tell him that she wanted to give more of herself to him. 

It wouldn't take too much convincing, she figured. She already knew he had quite the affinity towards the idea of trying out both of her entrances. All she had to do was frame it with all the confidence she could muster. 

And, maybe a cute set of lingerie she had bought with him in mind. 

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The soft sound of lips parting and coming together once more filled Harry's apartment, the television screen a plain black as (Y/N) didn't want to waste time playing pretend with a movie night or watching an episode of their show. Instead, she didn't take much time before she was climbing atop his lap on the couch, her thighs astride his hips and Harry's hands on her waist.

"Sweetheart," he sighed into her mouth, his grip on her waist tightening as if she would slip away without him, "I've missed you." 

(Y/N)’s own hands cradling his jaw, thumbing at the planes of his cheeks. Tipping her head in an effort to deepen the kiss, her tongue sweeping across his own, her nose the side of his own. "I missed you too, daddy." 

She could feel the way his title affected him, his cock hard and heavy against her own core. He used his hold on her as leverage to help grind her down against him, (Y/N) practically able to feel the ridge of his head and the pulse of his heart through the thin fabric of her shorts. His grey sweats left little to the imagination. 

"Say it again." 

Moaning into his mouth, a crease knitted her brows the further she sunk into the moment. This was her chance, she was vaguely aware of. She was so ready for him, she lacked those nerves that came with vulnerability and she doubted Harry would be self-conscious enough to deny any indulgence into his fantasies. 

"Daddy," she moaned, leaning into him that much more. 

Snaking a hand down his form, (Y/N) followed the line of his shoulder down to his forearm. She reached to grab at his wrist before guiding his hand down lower on her body. Harry pliantly let her move him until they reached the full of her ass, the plush skin denting under Harry's fingertips. She pressed back against him, encouraging him to grab and play with her just like he said he wanted. 

Harry was all but melting between her thighs. His kissing was growing lax and heavy, his tongue playing with her own in languid strokes. His heartbeat was racing but there was no urgency in the way he handled her. He luxuriated in every touch, every stroke, every grab. 

It didn't take long for him to bring his other hand down to match the first, gripping her bottom in the span of his palms. Her skin felt flush everywhere he touched her, making it easy for her to push back against his hands and urge him to take the more he had been searching for. 

"What's gotten into you?" he murmured, his voice heavy and watered down through the interrupting kisses. "Not that I don't like it, but you're being different, sweetheart." 

To his credit, she was definitely going out of her way and initiating more, asking for more, doing more than she ever had before. She was always perfectly content with Harry calling the shots and sinking into that persona he felt comfortable in when it came to the bedroom. While she wasn't planning on taking that power from him tonight, she still had an end goal in mind that she was willing to guide him into meeting her at. 

"Sorry," she answered, taking her lips to the corner of his mouth as they caught their breath, "I can stop. I just didn't realize how much I missed you, that's all." 

"No, no, don't slow down," he urged her, pulling her flush against him with his hands on her ass, "Jus' want you to talk to me. What do you want? What do you want daddy to give you?" 

Traveling down his neck, her lips never left his skin as she dragged a string of kisses over the slope of his throat. "I want to try something new," she whispered, hiding in his neck as she spoke. 

"New?" he clarified, his voice vibrating through his throat, "What do you mean, hm?" 

Was there a pretty way to phrase what she was going to ask for? (Y/N) wasn't sure, but she was going to try her best. As lusty as she was, she still was a little too shy for the more vulgar of phrases.

Instead, she pressed her bottom back against his palms, the ridges of his palms and the digits of his fingers could be felt through her sleepover shorts. "I want more of this," she told him, nose skimming his hairline with her eyes shuttered closed. "Inside." 

All at once, clarity seemed to move into Harry. 

Shifting his hold on her, one palm returned to the curve of her waist and the other landed on the back of her neck. He drew her away from her hiding place, forcing her to meet his gaze. 

The lush green of his eyes had been depleted into something dark and foresty, a thin ring around a dilated pupil. 

Fluttering her eyes in a blink, she dropped her gaze down to the swollen pillows of his lips. "Why'd you stop?" 

A lopsided curve tugged at the corner of his lips. His hand on the back of her neck shifted until he was cradling her jaw in his palm, thumbing at dip under her chin. "Wanted to talk to you for a second, that's all." 

Her heartbeat sped up in her chest, though no longer because of the lust she had feathering through her veins. "About what?" 

Amusement flickered through his gaze. "About what y'jus' said to me." 

Underneath her, Harry looked every bit the boy she had met in her physics course, the one that was too shy to meet her eyes and overly apologetic any time he had to scoot past her. He was the one that had tutored her through the toughest lectures and exams, willing to take his time and teach her things she wouldn’t have understood without him. She remembered him with flushed cheeks and chunky glasses, always warm under a heavy cardigan and a shy smile. 

But, he wasn't acting like that boy. He was acting like the performer he was on screen. He was coaxing and teasing her, easing her into spilling her guts and cumming for him the second he requested as much. It wasn't fair; he was too cute, making her feel so safe to let go and be whatever she wanted to be, but entirely too hot to let her hand a clear head. 

When she didn't answer, the cam performer continued, "Y'said y'wanted more of this, right?" He emphasized his question with the hand on her waist sliding down until he was warming the curve once more, fingers denting the soft flesh.

With a flutter of her lashes, (Y/N) gave a quiet nod of her head. 

Harry hummed at her nonverbal answer. He tipped his chin and pressed a small kiss to her lips. It was a distraction as he led both his hands to sit on her bottom. This time, he made a point of sliding them under the hem of her shorts, skin to skin. 

"What did y'mean by inside, flower?" 

(Y/N) bought herself time by pressing another lingering kiss to his lips. There was that bashfulness rearing its head once more. She would have to tap into his confidence if he wanted her to be blunt. 

"You know," she murmured as if that were a real answer. 

"Do I?" he prodded, smiling into their kiss, "Because I think it sounds like y'want me to play with your cute little ass. Is that right?" 

Her chest expanded with a shuddering breath. "Uh-huh." 

Buttoning his mouth against hers one more time, he shared a quick kiss with her before pulling away. His pupils were still dilated and warm, but something was decidedly softer when his gaze met hers. 

"Is that why y'seem so nervous, right now?" 

(Y/N) clammed up at his words. He wasn't supposed to be so observant. 

"I'm not nervous," she argued, her hands falling to the planes of his chest. 

"Yes, you are," he countered, just as sweet as he smiled up at her, "And that's okay. I jus' want to know where your heads at. I didn't know y'ever wanted something like this." 

She shrugged, dropping her eyes to where her hands rested on his chest. She could feel the hard muscle underneath the soft fabric of his top. "I only want to try it with you." 

"Yeah?" he said, sounding a little too cocky to be safe, "And why y'didn't y'tell me before?" 

Before she could think much better of it, the adrenaline and endorphins in her system doing their job, (Y/N) fired back, "Why didn't you tell me?" 

She watched as Harry's brows creased at her words. "What do you mean, love?" 

Floundering over her words, (Y/N) knew she couldn't stop here. She had already started, there was no way of stopping in the middle of it all. "I saw your stream the other night," she blurted out, getting it out of the way and off of her chest, "The one where you talked about this stuff." 

Realization dawned on him then. "I didn't know y'were listening to that one." 

"I was going to comment or say something so you knew I was there," she explained, "But I had come in halfway through and you were already talking, and I've just never heard you talk about wanting that before. I was... surprised."

"Bad surprised or good surprised?" 

"Good surprised," she admitted, peeking at him through her lashes, "But, a little bit bad surprised because I had to hear about it through a stream and not from you." 

Adjusting his hold on her, Harry held her with an arm looped around her middle with his other hand still warming her jaw. Hugging her to his chest, she had no choice but to look up at him and meet his eyes. "I wasn't trying to keep anything from you, you know." 

"I know," she reasoned, understanding that part of his job was that it was an outlet for some of the more vulnerable things he hadn't admitted aloud yet, "But it sounded like you were talking about me, and when we talked later you said you were thinking about me while you were streaming. If I hadn't been watching, though, I still wouldn't have known." 

He took in her every word, listening to what she had to say before speaking. "I don't want to push you too far, that's all. I like what we have—I like making love to you,"—the phrase always brought a smile to his face when he said it, especially when (Y/N) grew shy—"and I didn't want it to be any different."

Pursing her lips, (Y/N) attempted to understand what he was getting at. "So, you don't actually want to? It was just a stream thing?"  

"Oh, no," Harry stopped her, a huff of his laughter fanning across her skin, "I definitely want to, trust me. I want you to want it too, and not jus' because y'feel like it would make me happy." 

"I feel like we do a lot of things because we know it makes each other happy, though," she started, maneuvering her arms until they were looped around his neck with her fingers edging into his hairline on the nape of his neck, "I don't think that's a bad thing as long as we're both comfortable, right?" 

"You do watch scary movies with me," he smiled, drawing a small breath of laughter out of her lungs, "But this is a little different, don't you think? I don't want to do anything with your body that you're not one hundred percent excited for. 'M only happy if you are too." 

Rolling her lips between her teeth, she leaned into his hand on her jaw. "I am excited, though—I want to do this. I just wish you had told me first." 

"Me too," he smiled, "Promise I wasn't trying to hide anything from you, I was only trying not to scare you." 

"I know," she murmured, turning her face until she pressed her lips into a small kiss against his palm, "I'm not scared—you already promised you'd be gentle." 

His grin widened at her reference to his stream, surely remembering his own fantasy in detail now that she was offering it up. "I did, didn't I?"

 "Mhm," she hummed, using that hold she had around his neck to draw him nearer, "You said a lot of things." 

"And, you liked it." 

"I did," she confirmed, the tip of her nose grazing his, "You don't make it sound scary or gross, or anything?" 

"Yeah?" he laughed, tipping his chin until he could press a tiny peck to her lips, "How do I make it sound?" 

"Really hot," she admitted, "I forgot everything I studied about as soon as I started listening to you." 

Harry gave a disapproving hum, teasing her. Resting the pad of his thumb against the full of her lips, he kept her from kissing him again, leaving her to listen as he spoke. "We'll have to work on that again later then, won't we? Go to the library again for some motivation?" 

The reminder of the time they had gone to the library and Harry helped her through that mental block with his hand between her legs was enough to get her squirming in his lap once more. He had to know exactly where her mind had gone when she saw his grin stretch his dimpled cheeks. 

"But, I should probably take care of you now," he mused, finally slipping his thumb from her lips as he smeared a kiss across her pout. "Y'deserve it for being so patient and talking to me about what you want." 

"I do," she absently agreed, melting into him. She was willing to take whatever he would give. 

(Y/N) indulged in the pillow of his lips, parting her mouth and taking the taste of him across her tongue. It was easy to slip back into that place with him, where her thoughts were wisps and her desires were candles lit aflame. His cock was still heavy in his lap, right where her core was resting with spread thighs, his lips still swollen, and skin still warm. 

"I love you," he murmured on a breath, breaking away though he didn't stray too far from her with his forehead resting on hers, "Let's go to bed, sweetheart." 

She let out a dreamy okay, following after him once he had her settled on her feet, back towards his bedroom. They didn't bother to close the door behind them, in too much of a rush before Harry was roughly handling her to be tossed amongst the folds in his bedding. 

A bright peal of laughter fell from (Y/N)'s lips at the act, her eyes creasing and cheeks split wide. Harry climbed his bed with a matching smile, hovering over her. 

"So pretty, you know that," he crooned, dropping a kiss on the apple of her cheek before he began his own pathway across her skin. He followed the soft planes of her face, grazing her eyelids and the bridge of her nose. (Y/N) couldn't help the soft breaths of laughter that followed the more affection he piled on her. 

"You're pretty," she answered through her smile, placing her hands on his cheeks to keep him from straying too far once he finally rested on her lips. 

A sly smile on his mouth kept her from getting a real kiss from him. He was bubbling up with something, she was sure. 

"I know," he teased, "You think 'm pretty enough to play with your cute butt, so." 

"Don't say it like that," she whined though her complaint held no grit through her toothy smile. She made a halfhearted attempt at pushing him away, though Harry stayed right where he was above her. 

"Am I wrong? I seem to remember a certain conversation we had just a minute ago." 

She didn't bother to answer him, instead smushing her lips against his in a silencing kiss. It was a bit off center, not quite matching up with her nose smushed against his cheek, but that didn't matter much to either of them. Harry happily fell into the contact without a single complaint.

Soon enough the silly kiss had melted into something serious, warm and languid. He laid heavily between her legs, his cock straining against his sweats with her loose shorts doing little to cover herself. His chest was pressed against hers, heartbeats side by side with every breath marked by the extra push of his blocky muscles against her breasts. 

By the time her breath was taken from her lungs, Harry pulled away first. He skimmed his kiss-swollen lips over her skin until he was hovering by her ear. "Y'really want to try it out tonight?" 

It didn't take a second thought before she was nodding her head.

"We'll go slow, (Y/N)," he cemented, pulling away to match her eyes intensely, "Jus' tell me to stop if you change your mind." 

"I will," she answered, knowing he wouldn't move on until he had that verbal confirmation from her, 

He gave her a pleased smile before he dipped down and pressed another small kiss to her lips. "Flip over for me, sweetheart." 

The flames in her stomach pitched into a bonfire at his command. That had been exactly what she was picturing. Harry gave her space to roll onto her tummy, helping her move until she was on her knees with legs spread and cheek pressed against his pillow. 

"This alright?" he checked in, dragging his warm hands down the backs of her thighs. 

She nodded with a pleasant smile on her mouth. "This is how I pictured it," she murmured.

Harry's touch solidified at her words, less glancing fingertips and more weight on his palms as he caressed her skin and felt every inch of the plush fullness. "You pictured it?

Her ribcage practically rattled against her heartbeat as he started pulling down her shorts and panties. He helped her navigate pulling them off of her bent legs and ankles with the way her mind was too preoccupied. Why didn't she just show up naked? It would have made this so much easier. 

"Uh-huh," she breathed, answering his question, "I-I wasn't sure what you had in mind, but I hoped it was like this." 

Harry hummed, bending down to press a kiss to the small of her back. He pushed the hem of her loose shirt up, revealing more and more of her skin though they were both too in a rush to take the time to completely undress her. Soon enough, Harry's shirt joined her shorts and underwear on the floor, his sweats and boxing being all that clothed him for the moment. 

"I have lots of ideas, sweetheart," he murmured, starting a path of planted kisses on the hills of her spine. "We'll only get through a couple today, but if y'like it, we can try so much more." 

The promise that there was more he wanted to show her, more times that she would be wrapped in his sheets, more of him that she would accept without a doubt, was enough to get her pussy fluttering. 

Going down the line, Harry started kissing over the globes of her bottom, delicate sweeps of his lips over the sensitive skin. She couldn't help the goosebumps that touched her skin, unfamiliar with the feeling of anything other than his strong hands skimming this part of her. 

"Gonna eat you out first, okay, flower?" he crooned, his words fanning out across her skin, "We'll start there, and we'll see how you feel." 

"Okay, Harry," she sighed, trusting him from where she lay with her cheek squished into the pillow and eyes fluttering to a close. The only thing she didn't love about this position: she couldn't see him. 

A beat later, she could feel the warmth of his breath fan across her core. She tensed some at the surprise, feeling her insides squeeze knowing that he was that close. She only had enough time to register that exhale before the flat of his tongue was licking through her wetness. Her own breath was sucked out of her lungs at the first touch against her clit, her folds being spread wide open around the width of his tongue. 

Sagging towards the bed, she arched her back that much more for him, presenting any and everything for him. Harry wrapped his hands around her thighs, palms warming the tops while his fingers wrapped around to the side insides and dented the delicate skin. His grip was steadying as he pointed the tip of his tongue and explored her opening, her walls pulsing. 

An all too smug breath of laughter fell from his lips when he pulled away. "Feeling good, sweetheart? Tell me." 

"So good, H," she bubbled immediately, no other thoughts attempting to take over at the moment. 

"Who?" he pressed, his hands on her thighs tightening though he didn't dip back down to her pussy like she wanted. 

"So good, daddy," she corrected, all but keening into him, hoping she gave the right answer and would feel more of him sliding through her folds and tasting her wetness. 

"That's better, sweetheart," he praised her.

With that, Harry's tongue was once more slipping through her wetness. He smeared his tongue across her core, taking in everything she had to offer while leaving a mess behind, comprised of both her slick and his saliva. Wet sounds filtered through his bedroom, along with the heady breathing coming from her and the contented noises coming from Harry. 

By the time (Y/N) had her slick covering her thighs, enough wetness to make her worry she was going to start dripping over his bed (though, seeing as how he enjoyed making her squirt, she doubted he would have minded), Harry began focusing his tongue over her pulsing entrance. More and more slick wept from her hole as he pointed the tip and slipped inside amongst her tight walls. She shuddered at the feeling, her breathing hitching as she attempted to bring in a deep breath. 

Before she could even register that she was missing contact on her clit, his fingertips were pressing against the bud. Tight circles were drawn around the top of her slit, her legs beginning to shake now that there was so much moire to focus on but less room in her brain to spare. He kept his other hand steady on her thigh, keeping her from falling while simultaneously being her grounding anchor. 

Her wetness dipped down his fingers, tainting his palm with a thin glimmer. Harry pulled away for a heartbeat, his breathing heavy. She could imagine the shine on his chin and nose, the flush to his cheeks, and the way he would be staring at her with intensity in his eyes. She could feel that heated gaze as his fingers trailed through her messy slit. 

When he reached her hole, he lingered for only a second before he was skipping upwards. Though (Y/N) knew this was coming, she still felt her heart skip a beat, her breathing shatter as she waited with bated breath.

He brought his slick fingers to her second entrance. In an instant, (Y/N) felt herself tense up, the foreign feeling shocking her. 

"'S alright, flower," Harry crooned to her, his words fanning across the rounded globes of her ass, "Jus' relax. 'S only me, and 'm going to be gentle, remember?" 

"I remember, I remember," she muttered in a rambling blurt. Honestly, if she had been asked what exactly she was remembering at that moment, she wouldn't have been able to give a straight answer. 

Working her through that initial shock, Harry circled his slick fingers around the puckered skin, delving his tongue back into her pussy to give her something familiarly fantastic to cling to. Her legs took as she took in the duo of feelings, her clit being laved over by his tongue with a part of her she never thought could be stimulated now pulling the breath from her lungs.

"Still feeling good, love?" he asked, drawing away for just long enough to ask before he was licking through her folds once more. 

It didn't take a second thought before she was breathing out, "Uh-huh, uh-huh." 

There was nothing else for her to say—especially if she wanted to sound coherent. Though it was still odd, the feeling of his wandering fingers, every pass of his fingertips over the tight opening had a pulse ringing through her insides. The flames in her stomach were tight and warm, coiling into a burn. 

"I knew you'd like it, sweetheart," he mumbled against her pussy, "Told you I'd be gentle. Jus' wanna open you up a little for me to fit a finger in, is that okay?" 

(Y/N) felt her eyes squeeze to a shut, creases knitting her brows together. "It's okay," she breathlessly answered, half-parroting his words back to him as that was all she could process in the moment. 

A groan rumbled through Harry's chest, the sound vibrating over her core. "You want that? Want me to finger your tight little ass, love?" 

Until Harry, those words would have turned her off, had her curling in on herself and ending whatever encounter had gone south, but hearing the vulgar request in his dulcet tone, rounded with lust, had both her entrances pulsing around nothing. 

"Tell me you want it, sweetheart." 

"I want it, daddy," she breathed out, a short whine cutting her off when he thumbed at her slick rim, trying to spread her open just like he said, "Please." 

"You're doing so good, my love," he murmured, dropping a kiss to the sensitive crease just between her thigh and the slick spread of her core. "'M going to give you everything y'want. I jus' need you to relax." 

Bringing her bottom lip between her teeth, (Y/N) sagged towards the mattress. She thought she had been relaxed, easing into everything and welcoming his touch. "I-I'm trying," she whined, "I thought I was doing good." 

"You are, flower, I promise," he soothed her, another kiss to the slick skin, "Y'might be thinking about it too much, that's all. Y'need a distraction, don't you?" 

(Y/N) didn't want to be distracted from a single touch he gave her, if she was being honest. She wanted to feel everything, know where his hands were, and find what she liked most. But, she supposed she might be too aware of every graze of his fingers, her body instinctively tensing and moving. 

"I think you do, sweetheart," Harry continued when he didn't get a response. 

The bed shifted behind her then, his hand stilling on her backside before she could feel his hips pressing against her ass. His thighs were lined up against her own with his hard cock sliding through the wetness of her folds. 

A gasp fell from her lips, the tip of his heavy prick nudging her clit. She felt her insides pulse, including the already tight hole he was trying to work open. She keened back against him, slicking his shaft and the trimmed patch of hair at the base. 

Smug laughter sounded behind her, Harry sounding much too pleased with himself and the reaction he could garner from her. 

"Stay still for me, love," he instructed her, "'M gonna help you." 

The steadying hand he had placed on her hip disappeared then, instead fisting at his cock before he was nudging the head into her entrance. Slick with both his saliva and every weep of her wetness, he slid in with no problems, a wet slap sounding once he bottomed out. (Y/N) reveled in the familiar feeling of fullness, completely spread wide open for his cock to push through her tight walls. She could feel the ridge of his head, the length of his veins, the slight curve that aimed him perfectly at the soft spot on her walls. 

She would never be used to the depth he reached in her, remembering the way he had teased such a thing on a stream before they even knew one another. She had figured it was nothing more than fantasy talk back then, something to get his viewers going as well as feed into something Harry could cum to. Now, she knew that was all very much the truth, feeling the stretch in her own body as if he were nudging as deep as her stomach. 

"Better, sweetheart?" he muttered, rearing his hips back before thrusting forward. He kept her on balance with his hand returning to her hip. Slick noises erupted around his cock as he sunk in, his hips slapping against her thighs. 

The pads of his fingers circled her back entrance through his distraction, though her attention had trouble splitting between his heavy cock and the foreign touch. She could feel the way he did his best to gently spread her open, easing her into being able to take one of his thick fingers.

"B-Better, daddy," she cried, reaching blindly for this hand on her hip. She needed something gentle and familiar, she decided. 

Harry welcomed her innocent touch, lacing their fingers together over the full of her hip together though her hold was decidedly looser given the monumental distractions she was going through. 

"Good," he huffed, matching that of a particularly hard thrust he gave. 

In that same moment, (Y/N) could feel the tip of one of his fingers slide inside her untouched opening. She gasped, mouth dropping open into a gape. 

It was more startling than anything, the small intrusion causing her body to tense up. 

"No, don't do that, sweetheart," Harry gently scolded her, keeping the pacing of his hips as he fucked her pussy, "Stay relaxed for me. You're doing so good, no need to be scared." 

She wanted to listen to him, she really did, but she didn't know how to relax. All she could manage was closing her eyes, flexing her fingers around his own, and focusing on the familiar parts of his touch. She tried to right her breathing, fix the uneven shuddering and replace it with something steady and consistent. 

"That's so much better, sweetheart," he cooed, dropping down to press a kiss to her shoulder, "Keep going, love. 'S jus' me." 

While she didn't feel as if she were relaxing any considering how tightly wound her tummy was and the pulsing of her walls, she was happy to hear that she was easing up for him. Her efforts increased tenfold when that same slick finger pushed deeper inside of her, the knuckle of his digit catching before he could go further. 

(Y/N) couldn't have prepared for how full she felt with his cock running through her walls and the small intrusion of his finger in her backside. The pace of her breathing she had tried to curate, the even intakes and exhales, was thrown out the window the second she allowed herself to take in the full breadth of that feeling. 

She could feel him everywhere: the slap of his thighs against the back of her own, his hand in hers, his cock spreading her open, and his finger venturing into her ass for the first time. 

There was no room in her head for anything but him; no wispy thoughts or anything that could form coherent words. She was drifting through his bedsheets as he did as he pleased with her. 

With her attention only on him and he he felt, she could feel the twitch of his cock through her walls, everything stretched so tight around him. He barely stroked his finger through her back entrance, pulling it out the smallest amount before pushing back through. He was curating two opposing rhythms, leaving a part of him inside her at all times. 

The thought had a broken moan leaving her lips.

"Fuck, you're so hot, baby," Harry muttered, the burn of his gaze trapped on her ass, "Gonna make me cum just from seeing my finger in your ass." 

"I-I—" she floundered, unsure of where her mind was as well as the moisture in her throat, "I-I want—daddy." 

A particularly harsh thrust was delivered, the bones of his hips pressing hard into her thighs. Another tiny bit of his finger sunk into her backside, enough to have (Y/N)'s back arching. 

"What do you want from daddy, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice strained and thin. His composure was waning. 

What did she want from him? What else could he give her that she wasn't already reveling in?

"C'mon, love," he coaxed, though his voice was decidedly harsher than she'd heard it before, "Don't go dumb on me yet. I still wanna hear my smart girl talk to me." 

If he thought that would help clear her mind, he was sorely mistaken when she felt another gush of her wetness seep around his cock, her clit throbbing, and walls pulsing around everything inside. He could barely move his finger though the fact that she was aware it was inside was just as effective as feeling him slide through her virgin opening.

"Oh," he sighed, bottoming out with hard and fast thrusts against her, "You liked that, my love? I'll have to remember that, won't I?" 

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." (Y/N) nodded her head with only half of her attention on what he was saying. 

He pulsed his hand around her own, keeping her steady and with him. "We'll have to save that for next time though, sweetheart. I think you're about to cum with daddy, right?" 

That was what she had wanted. The last thing he could give her was his release landing across the backs of her thighs. She could only blindly nod against the pillow, her hair sure to be a mess by the time she would actually start to care about anything other than her lust-filled body. 

"I can't last much longer, love," Harry started, his words emphasized with the way he had to grit them out, "But, I need you to cum first. Wanna see you cum with your pussy and ass filled with me. Make me proud, sweetheart." 

For (Y/N), time stopped right there. All that she was aware of was the man at her back and the perfect ribbon in her tummy that had unraveled in the most spectacular of fashion. Her mouth dropped open to a silent gape, nothing coming out given the fact she couldn't take any air in. Her head was cloudy and warm, matching the rest of her body. Points of clarity came in the form of Harry's hand on her hip, the tap of his balls against her clit, and the sharp unfamiliarity of the stretch of her second entrance. 

That was the only reason she was aware of the fact he had pulled out. She mourned the loss of him inside her—in both places—until she felt him cum against her pussy, warm ropes sticking to her skin. The mess between her legs was now a perfect miss of the both of them, dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Aftershocks came in the form of lingering spurts from Harry, and (Y/N)'s walls pulsing around nothing. She couldn't be sure when she returned to the land of the living, but when the details of Harry's room came back into focus, she swore her vision was sharper. There was a joke about good sex there, something about Harry being her cure-all, but there was no way she could even attempt a tease at the moment. 

She knew Harry was with her once more when he dropped down to press a set of kisses on the small of her back. His hands were on her hips, one still holding tightly to her own, while the other kept her steady as she began to lose her balance and sink towards his bed.

"You with me, (Y/N)?" he murmured against her skin, his voice gruff.

Flexing her fingers in his as a response, (Y/N) gave a small nod. "I'm here." 

"Oh, love," he sighed, draping himself over her back, his lips pressing to the line of his jaw and soft of her cheek, "You did so good, I love you so much. Did that feel alright? I didn't hurt you right?" 

"No, no, I felt really good," she breathed, a soft chord of laughter swaying out amongst her words, "I think I almost blacked out." 

"Oh?" he sounded, his own peals of laughter following right after, "In a good way, right?" 

Letting go of his hand, (Y/N) brought it up to pat at his cheek. "In a good way." 

"Good," he crooned, pressing a gentle kiss to the palm of her hand before he started extracting himself from her. "I'm gonna get some things to clean us up, 'kay? Stay right here." 

He must think he's so funny, she thought, but she didn't have it in her to play his back and forth at the moment. He could win this round.

By the time Harry returned with wet cloths and a pair of his shorts for her to borrow, all of the slick release coating her core and the inside of her thighs had cooled. It was an uncomfortable feeling that he took his time wiping away. He eased up around her sensitive spots, apologizing with kisses to the backs of her thighs and promises to be gentle. 

"Did y'really like it, (Y/N)? Everything we did?" Harry asked after a moment, wiping down the insides of her thighs. 

She bit at the full of her bottom lip, unsure of how to articulate what she had experienced. "It felt weird," she started, unable to find any other word to describe how she felt, "But, I liked it—a lot. I think it helped since it was you, and I love you, but it was... good." 

"Jus' good? I thought y'said you almost blacked out?" 

Blindly swatting behind her, she landed her hand in the soft swirls of his hair. She playfully pulled at the strands. "I'm too tired to play right now, stop," she laughed.

Her reprimanding hold of his hair turned into gentle carding through the curls as he took care of her. A beat passed, Harry finishing cleaning her up before he helped her into her borrowed shorts. Collapsing onto his bed, her back bouncing over the springs, she figured laundry, including the clothes on the floor, would have to wait for now.

Hovering above her, Harry looked to her with his clear green eyes—the same ones she had seen that first time in her physics class after he had taken a leap and took the seat beside her. She would be eternally grateful he had the confidence to do as much, otherwise she would have never learned just how many greens were in his irises.

"Really," he started out, voice gentle and quiet like a secret, "'M really happy y'felt good. It obviously worked very well on me too." 

(Y/N)'s lips turned into an amused smile as she reached up and pushed back the flop of curls covering his forehead. "See, this is why you tell me things like this first—not the stream." 

It was a lighthearted tease that had his mouth splitting into a smile, bunny teeth and dimples on display. He dropped his head to press an innocent kiss to the tip of her nose, though it wasn't quite as effective through his smile. 

"I've definitely learned my lesson, flower," he murmured.

(Y/N) could only tip her chin and press her lips to his. 

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this is.....very different SHFUSHFSUH thank u sm for reading, thank you to whoever requested, sorry for any mistakes and if theres any other ideas anyone else wants to see please send them in!

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[bellaaae]

yeodongsaeng [Requested]

[Fluff]

A knock was heard on the door making all the members attention to drift to the door.

“Ah the new member must be here!” Sakura exclaimed.

Chaewon being the leader was the first to open the door.

At the front of the door stoood their manger with a cat-like girl who looked very shy.

“Chaewon-ah this is your new member,please introduce yourselves to her and make her feel welcomed” the manger said as the girl stepped forward.

“Don’t worry manger-nim,I’ll make her feel as welcomed as possible” chaewon said giving a warm and welcoming smile.

She shut the door behind her and placed her hand on top of the new members shoulder guiding her inside the room.

“Everyone gather up and sit in a circle” chaewon instructed and everyone obeyed.

“As you all know this is our new member,Let’s start the introduction by saying our names and birthdates” chaewon said and looked at everyone.

“I’ll start,Hi! My name is Kim chaewon born on August 1st 2000,You can call me Chae and as you may or may not notice I am the leader” she started looking at the next person.

“Hello! My name is Miyawaki Sakura born on March 19th 1998” she introduced you guessed she was the oldest,and she had a foreign name.

“Hello,my name is Huh Yunjin or you may call me Jennifer,I am Korean-American and I’m please to meet you!” She introduced in English but you were confused.

She didn’t realize and the other members started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” She confused as well.

“Yunjin I don’t think the new member understands English” Chaewon said and Yunjin’s eyes widened as she realized she introduced herself in English.

She quickly apologized and introduced herself in Korean.

“Hi I am Nakamura Kazuha born on August 9th 2003” she said and from what you could tell she was also not Korean.

“Last but not the least My name is Hong Eunchae or you can call me manchae born on November 11th 2006!” Eunchae introduced with a friendly smile.

“Eunchae how are you sure she’s not younger?” Yunjin questioned Eunchae making her have a thinking look.

“Oh I didn’t think about that…So new member what’s your name and age?” She asked very curious.

You took deep breaths.”Hi my name is Shin Yn born on n.a/n.a/2008” you introduced with a sweet smile.

“2008?!” Sakura exclaimed.

“Eh! I’m 10yrs older than you?!” She said as she had her eyes a widened.

They were all surprised you were younger than Eunchae.

“You see Eunchae she’s younger than you with 2yrs” Yunjin told Eunchae who was lost in thought.

“So does that mean Eunchae can’t be bearing manchae anymore?” Kazuha asked directing the question to the old members.

“Well it seems like,I mean she isn’t the maknae anymore” chaewon said thinking.

“Let’s give yn a nickname similar to manchae’s” Charwon suggested and all the members started to think.

“How about Makyn?” Yunjin suggested her own idea.

“Oo I also thought of that…” Kazuha said.

“Well Makyn is nice,Yn what do you think?” Sakura asked yn hoping she’d agree to it.

“I love it,it sounds cute” Yn said smiling widely making her bunny teeths to be obvious.

“Ah she’s so cute!” Chaewon said and everyone agreed calling her cute.

You thanked the members for making you feel so comfortable around them, except for eunchae.She knew that having a younger one she wouldn't have the attention of her unnies and might have to share it or she doesn’t get as much as she used to.

Through out the entire day Eunchae was acting grumpy.

You were scared of interacting with her therefore you kept yourself as distance as possible from her.

After arriving at your dorms,you freshened and arranged your things in your new room.

You went downstairs and saw Sakura and Kazuha making dinner. “Unnies, where's Eunchae unnie? you asked them confused, you tried looking for her room but no luck you didn’t find it.

she just vanished as soon you all arrived at the dorm,she immediately just went inside and no trace of her could be found.

You were a really outgoing person and you really wanted to get along with everyone,especially Eunchae.

“Probably in her room” chaewon responded.

“may I ask where her room is” you asked politely.

“it's the one next to yours,go talk with her.i didn’t see you guys interact today”Yunjin said.

you smiled and turned around walking to eunchae’s room.

With shakey hands you knocked on the door.

“Eunchae unnie,it’s me yn….can I?”you said after knocking, waiting for her response.

After a long silence, you were about to give up and turn to leave when the door opened and Eunchae appeared,giving you a space to come in.

You watched her sit down on her bed,she patted a space for you to sit beside her.

“Eunchae unnie I bought this for you”you spoke handing her the caprisun in your hand. leaving a space for you and patting you to do so.

“I also bought you this pack of lays,I bought so many snacks because I didn’t know which one was your favorite” you said smiling shyly as you took all the snacks out of your bag.

Eunchae started to feel guilt for the way she acted earlier.

you weren’t bad and form what she could tell from the way you’ve acted so far.You’re a really nice person.

you even bought her most of her favorite things.

Eunchae started to get emotional then small tears started to drip out from her eyes.

You looked at her and caught her crying,mumbling a few words.

“Ah what do I do?,Should I get someone older” you whispered to yourself looking panicked not knowing what to do.

“Eunchae unnie please don’t cry” you pleaded grabbing box of tissues wiping her tears away.

To her,you were the cutest person.The way you were panicking and helping her to wipe her tears confronting her.

She sighed through her tears before she spoke.

“it bothered me,having a new member,younger than me and the attention the members gave you,made me feel more jealous”

“I didn't give you a single chance to have a conversation with me and now I feel bad for what I did…..I’m sorry yn” she apologized.

“I completely understand you,Getting a new member isn’t the best idea like four months after your debut..And being younger than you getting the attention of the other members” you spoke softly making Eunchae more guilty.

“Yn I’m so sorry,I should’ve acted like a responsible older sister but instead I just acted like a jerk,yn please forgive me”

“No,Eunchae unnie don’t feel that way,infact I always looked up to you as a role model during my trainee days” you said trying to cheer her up which worked.

Her eyes widened and she said.”You looked up to me as a role model?” She asked shocked.

You nodded shyly.

She pouted “you’re so cute and sweet…Can I call you yeodongsaeng(younger sister)?” She asked and you nodded happily.

She hugged you and said.

“Welcome yeodongsaeng”with her cheeks tinted in a light shade of pink.

“And Thank you,Eunchae unnie” you said between a hug and got up to leave.

but a voice interrupted you. “do you want to watch a movie?,Maybe Barbie?” She said as she watched your eyes light up and you nod happily and rapidly.

“cute” she thought to herself.

✰𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐌

#lesserafim #lesserafim reader #lesserafim x reader #lesserafim yunjin #lesserafim kazuha #lesserafim eunchae #lesserafim chaewon #lesserafim sakura #eunchae x reader #lesserafim fluff #Eunchae fluff

[sparklingchim]

to lwh jk : what do love the most about oc?

"her still blushing when i refer to her as my girlfriend." jungkook bunny teeth peek out as he smiles.

you slap his arm, a little flustered by his unexpected answer. "that's what you love most about me?"

"it's cute. i love it when you get all shy about it. and then you usually reach for my hand and - see?!" he points to your fingers intertwining with his.

your cheeks are burning hot. you didn't notice you were searching for jungkook’s hand. you try to pull your hand away, but jungkook doesn't let you.

"apparently that's what i do when i get shy." you shrug it off, though a smile slowly creeps onto your face as jungkook looks at you through his amused, lovestruck eyes.

"please never stop doing that," he says, pressing a small peck to the back of your hand.

#darly asks #anon #fic: long way home #ask my characters

[forthechubbies]

Mommy Virgin ll // Alpha! Babydaddy! JJK x Pregnant! Chubby Reader

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An eye-opening scenery opposite of once you closed them welcomed your weary eyes. The sun-kissed your chubby cheeks-Your..in a field...Again, your modesty was at stake this time around the bend.

The nightgown felt like a second layer of skin...clingy onto every curve on your body. You covered yourself from the chilling breeze.

Where's the solder? He didn't do this...Did he? But I would notice him carrying me.

Between the pervious nightmare and now, This place is heaven on earth-soft vibrate flowery fields was a sight for sore eyes. Yet, We all know since can change in a *Snap* especially in a dream.

"Are you alright?" This man was also dressed in military training attire. If his muscles and tattoos weren't intimidating enough then his piercings may do the trick...but he did had a charm to him. "Are you bleeding anywhere?" The soldier nonconsensually examined your bare legs something you didn't mind..honestly.

Only thing you could do was watch. You found yourself speechless over your new dreamland hunk much like Chu Buyeon. However Instead of long black hair, this guy's cut was short like the male leads in ceo themed K-dramas, his eyes were round and child-like, and his smile-

"Miss?" You appeared in a dazed state to the soldier. "Miss, I'm gonna take you with me for safety and medical treatment..."He attempted explained through your daydreaming.

As his large body crouch in closer, You sat still for the soldier as he carried you respectfully. He kept you close to his heart leaving you the perfect opportunity to read his name tag. Jeon.

About halfway through the journey you discovered a horrifying restriction in this dream, You weren't able to utter a word. You attempted to greet the soldier yet he didn't answer. He can't hear you.

"I'm sorry if I'm scaring you.." His voice was comforting. " I just wanted to get you into a safer place..not near the training grounds...it's not safe for citizens."

The soldier's handling of you resembles how a person treats glass.

Along the way, You can't help but notice his beautiful facial features. His brown eyes go deeper than you imagined, there's a cute mole under his bottom lip, a big cute nose, bunny teeth ♡ and chubby cheeks.

There's no way he's a soldier. You though throught the shock.

Before you could consent, you were in the arms of another man this soldier was bashful but crazy strong much like the bunny one. Woo read the patch on his chest. Woo's eyes widen at Jeon " Dude!" He was frantic. Women are strictly not allowed on base and for a good reason-the men. Woo restricted the entrances and blocked the windows. "What the hell?! Are you crazy or do you just have a death wise!?"

Woo kept his volume low ensuring he doesn't surprise you with his harsh tone to his comrade.

" I found her laying in the training fields. What else was I suppose to do, Do Hwan?.." Jeon took pride in lending you his aid regardless of the trouble that comes with you but it's not your fault in his eyes, you're a lost bunny (ironically). " If you were in my shoes you would have done the same thing." He stressed.

Woo could only sigh. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." He backed off - "It's just a really what the hell moment, right now."

" How do you think I feel? " Jeon added his horrifying experience. "I was scared shitless fucking running with her WITHOUT anyone seeing her." He reeks of fear.

Surprise! It's a Teaser! I'm sorry but it's more of a tester than Teaser. I'm getting writers block for this story but I love it so much. Please tell me if you like it.

#jjk fanfic #bts smut #bts x chubby reader #chubby reader #yandere jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x chubby reader #jjk x chubby reader #jjk x reader

[satureja13]

Good news: Both, Bunny and Vlad survived the night! (And of course Diablo too :)

Vlad slept like the dead (that he actually is) even though he only had a quarter of an inch hay between him and the hard, cold soil. After he woke up, he felt like he'd been hit by a tractor - twice. He moaned and crawled up like an old man. Apparently Diablo woke him.

Diablo: 'Omg, get up already! Finish your job and let's leave this foul place! They devour me with their eyes!' Vlad, barely awake and full of aches: "Sure, pal. Let's get this over with. Keep your distance to the village until I finish work."

Diablo: 'You betcha.'

Vlad shuffled over to the sculptor's shop. From what he sees, he is a master of his craft and he has no idea why no one wanted to work for him. Well, he'll soon find out. Not that he cared much. This is just a game and he dealt with harder tasks. He'd even been to hell and back. So one day working here won't kill him. It's for Ji Ho and Saiwa - and his best friend Jack after all. There was music playing in the shop, so the sculptor is already there too, despite the early hour.

'Enjoy what'chas got, not what you have not 'tis a weak heart lamenting with sorrow When the days seem cursed, it could always be worse Fight depression with sword and arrow'

The Sculptor: "Good Morning! You're early, that's great. Take off your shirt and let's start right away. The queen is eagerly waiting for her statue!"

'When the zeppelinous clouds of trouble abound And thunder is clapping and lightning strikes ground Just when yer thinking this may be your last Throw a lash 'round the mast, hold fast!'

Eh - take off his shirt? He knows this voice. It belongs to the very person who always demands him to take off his shirt!

'When the world ain't right, and it smithes ye with strife Ye can now buckle down, it's a test they call life Very soon you will see what kind of animal you'd be Taking the bite outta life'

Leander! Vlad's nemesis! The very man who never fails to make him lose his composure! The red-haired devil who wanted to marry him. Yeah - he only cursed Vlad and dragged him down to his hell to protect him - but that does not mean he'll ever forgive him that he touched Ji Ho and almost drowned him! (Which actually wasn't Leander's fault either...)

'When they're testing the gallows, yer hung like a dog Or they're marching us out to a firing squad We just smile and recall all the good times we had It's the best 'til tomorrow It's the best day 'til tomorrow'

But of course NPC Leander did not recognize him. Because this is just a game. A stupid game! He'll have a word with Tiny Can when he's back, that's for sure... Leander: "Ah the gods sent you! You're beautiful - the Queen will be pleased! Sit over there."

'No considering surrender when yer down in the dregs If ye look down and notice you still have your legs So stand up and fight you just might seize the day It's the best day 'til tomorrow'

The Real McKenzies - Best Day until Tomorrow If you happen to like punk: this song is really good! I just found it by chance and it fits so well!

And so Vlad took off his shirt (and his pride) for Leander - again... He grit his teeth and tried not to freak out and kill this annoyingly oblivious NPC. And he reminded himself over and over again that this is just a game. And for whom he does this. Ji Ho. Jack. Saiwa. Just. A. Game.

(It seems like NPC Leander ist just as full of himself and annoying as real Leander and therefore the village folks avoids him ^^')

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

#therapy game #underwater love #The One #vladimir tepesz #leander belgraves #the game #Spotify #ts4 #Goldshire #diablo #old new henford #simlit #sims 4 vanilla #sims 4 #sims #henford on bagley #simblr #sims 4 story

[yoimiyasthings]

Robin x Boothill

Smut!

CW - Bunny Suit, Lesbian Robin, Bi/Genderfluid T-Fem Boothill, Dildo's, Grinding, Edging, belt used as handcuffs, Aftercare!! Generally sappy in general and Fluffy ending.

(Please bare in mind that this is my first fanfic 💫)

Robin stands in her shared room, waiting for her girlfriend to return home after a long mission.

Walking around leaving Rose petals and setting up red lights to set the mood.

While decorating she can't help but feel somthing stir, she felt damp. The latex wasn't helping.

Robin felt herself get wetter and wetter, perhaps seeing her reflection in the mirror, imagine if her fans knew this side of her? The newly playboy bunny Robin was ready for her girlfriend to return, perhaps a little to ready... She walks over to her vanity and strokes the corner, biting her lip.

She holds the sides and hovers her crotch over the corner, slowly lowering herself and as she felt a wave of pleasure she slowly started to grind away at it. It felt so good but she felt a twinge of guilt for not waiting... But it felt so good.

A few moans and whines escaped her mouth before she hears a voice behind her "is my little bunny so desperate?" and before turning around she felt to cold metal hands cup her breasts and the familiar shark teeth bite her neck.

"Darling... You scared me.. Mmh!" as she begins to speak, a bite sinks into her neck.

"Ah ah~ Good bunnies don't talk until asked to. Got it?"

Boot kisses Robins newly bitten neck and scoops her off the vanity.

"I can do everything and more... So impatient.."

Robin feels her stomach flip and her wings flutter, Boot notices.

"you can talk for now.. What one do you want honey.. Bull or Stallion?"

"Can you use bull today love...?"

"anything for my little bunny"

Boot kisses Robins cheek and applies fresh lipstick, ready to mark her ladies skin all night.

"You look radient tonight my love... It might just be the suit... But I always think you're this beautiful..."

Robin gasps as she feels a finger on the latex crotch of her suit and a soft vibration coming from it.

She whines at the feeling, trying to get closer to the vibration, but Boot holds her arms above her head

"Now little bunny... Hold still for me.. "

As Robin nods, Boot unbuckles her belt an wraps it around Robins hands, restraining her.

Robin giggles at the nickname, growing damper by the second.

"Since I've been away for so long... And you've obviously missed me.. I'll be generous tonight"

Whith this, Boot begins to unzip her lovers suit, slowly revealing her breasts and stomach, but she stops just before her crotch.

Leaving down and popping her lips, Boot begins to kiss Robins chest, letting her whine as she nibbles, leaving marks where ever she pleases.

"So beautiful... I suppose you can talk now.. You've been so good for me.."

"Thank you dear... I've missed you so much..ive been so-"

Boot stops her, kissing her and unzipping the final stretch of zip.

"I expect you to sing to me tonight my dove.. Can you do that for me?"

"Y-yes Hilly.."

Boot smiles softly at the nickname as she pops a finger off her hand and putting it on Robin's clit on a low vibration. This got a good, sweet moan out of her, all Boot could ever ask for is her girlfriends satisfaction.

As the finger stimulates Robin's pussy, she bucks her hips trying to get more friction. Seeing this Boot puts the streanth up a few notches. And lord, if Robin's moans were a song, Boot would listen to it all day..

She leans down to Robins eye level, stroking her red face.

"Such a good girl... Just like that.."

Seeing as Robin has been so good, Boot decides to let her go from the belt. As the belt comes apart, Robin wraps her arms around her lovers neck, pulling her down and kissing her passionately but softly none the less.

Moaning into Boots mouth, she feels the finger slide down into her pussy.

"prepare yourself my dear.."

With another kiss, Robin feels the finger attach itself back to Boots hand, and another finger enter. Two vibrating fingers going at a strong pace.

"Ah~ Hilly! S-so strong..!"

Boot unlatched from Robins reddening neck and looks at her moaning face and then down at her gushing pussy. Giggling, she pushes the vibrations even harder, Robin tearing up at this point cries, "Please! Please, I'm gonna cum Hilly!"

At these words, Boot pulls her fingers out, a smug look on her face as Robins hips buck upwards to chase them, but only to be met by the knot in her stomach aching. Longing to be filled.

"Hilly! You're so mean.." Robin pouts as Boot looks at her, "Now now... You don't even know why I pulled out.. Here.."

Boot grabs her strap and alligns it to Robins throbbing pussy.

"Please Hilly..." Robin pleads as she looks at Boots length beneath her

"What good manners lovely.." Boot says as she pushes in slowly, using the wetness of Robin for lube.

Robin grabs onto her lovers shoulders as she feels the cold metal enter her.

And as Boot finishes filing her up with her length, Robin lays letting out a satisfied, guteral moan.

As Boot waits for the signal to start moving, Robin smiles and starts to giggle, covering her mouth and laughing more and more.

"I'm sorry hilly! I just can't take you seriously right now!" and as Boot hears these words, she stars to blush and laugh with Robin, looking at her now, it's almost like she lit up the room

"Just tell me when Darlin'..." She smirks as she picks up the Polaroid camera on the bedside table.

As Robin sees the camera, she tries to cover her face but fails to hide her smile as the camera clicks.

Boot puts the photo and camera down so it can develop as she helps her Dove finish.

"I love you so much Robin... So so much.."

Robin can't help but whine at this comment, letting out a faint "I love you too~"

Robin holds Boots face close as they kiss, and as Robins climax approached, she separates the kiss and places her forehead on the others. Moaning like it was their last time together, she feels at the highest point of the night

"Please Hilly... Please..!"

"Anything for my sweet dove.." Boot whispers back

"Come for me angel.." and as if they were magic words, the knot in Robins had come undone.

Boot waits for Robins climax to wash over, staying by her side until it's alright to go set up for the rest of the night.

Robin pants as she holds her arms around Boots neck, forehead pressed to her loves still.

She flops back, laying down on the bed and Boot takes that as her signal. Kissing Robins cheek, she gets up and runs down to the kitchen to grab her a bottle of water and some snacks.

Sneaking around Sunday (unsuccessfully) she runs back upstairs and sits beside a worn out Robin, although she looked more like an Angel, practically glowing.

Robin takes the water and gulps it down. Rolling over to sling her arms around Boots hips.

"Welcome home.."

Boot chuckles as she puts her jacket over a practically naked Robin. "I'll run the bath deary.."

Robin dozes off, staring at a starry Penacony through the window, thinking about how she now knew that this was how life was going to be, and she's happy.

After a bath cleaning her up, Boot helps to dry her body and hair, kissing every mark left and being very gentle with every move, as if Robin was made of China.

Boothill sits on the toilet as Robin stands in front of her, Boot puts her hands on Robins hips, just at her eye level and Robin runs her hands through Boots hair. No words where exchanged, but the look they shared could speak millions.

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[goldenbuckyyy]

THINKING OUT LOUD

Summary: A timeline of important events in Y/N and Harry’s relationship.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (past flashbacks to timeline), Slight Reader with a new interest!!

Word count: 4.1kish

Warnings: Bit of angst, crying, reader does have a slight panic attack, anything else??? Let me know!

A/N: I actually wrote this before I got shadowbanned because I was unsatisfied with my original part 3! So I decided to write a timeline of their relationship and this… this happened! So this will be part 3!! My longest part for this mini series so far! A different take, but hopefully you enjoy. Ignore the timeline inconsistency with dates. Hehe.“Thinking out loud,” by Ed Sheeran is the theme song. ENJOY!!

  This is also going to include the timeline between part 2 and part 4!!!

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

Part 1 Part 2

  You first met Harry at the Dunkirk premiere. You were an actress that had previously worked with Christopher Nolan and he loved you. He asked you to come to his new movie premiere and you couldn’t refuse. He mentioned he had someone for you to meet. That someone ended up being Harry Styles. Christopher Nolan was playing matchmaker.

You obviously knew who Harry Styles was. He was the handsome, single, recent boy bander, and now actor.

Of course you knew him. It just surprised you that he knew you.

Christopher introduced you to Harry. You couldn’t stop smiling because his smile was infectious. You noticed he had adorable bunny teeth. Which would later influence your nickname for him. The first thing he did was compliment you on your most recent film. You blushed instantly. His twinkling eyes never left yours and his smile never faltered that night.  

He invited you to sit next to him and his mom, Anne. She was a sweetheart. Harry noticed you smelled a bit like cherries. He wondered if it was your perfume. He was sweating just sitting next to you.

You told him after the premiere that he was amazing. He said his part was small. You said no acting part is small, that he’s now considered an actor, and that to take the compliment. He blushed. His mom noticed, but didn’t say anything. Only smiled.

He asked for your number before you left. You input your number in his phone. You told him you didn’t want your number collecting dust in his phone. He promised he’d text you. He input a cherry next to you name when you walked away.

His mom told him you were gonna be his wife one day. He laughed loudly. He said, “We barely met!” She only smiled as they hooked arms and walked to their awaiting car.

You weren’t even buckled in your drivers car when your phone pinged with a text. You smiled, widely, and checked your phone.

“Was this too fast?” The text read.

“By the way this is Harry.”

Another text came in.

“The actor.”

You couldn’t stop smiling.

You started dating Harry after that which ended up turning into a 5 year relationship.

Their relationship was filled with adventure, laughter, intimacy, deep conversations, and love. So much love.

They had never felt this way before with anybody. Their love burned deep and bright.

July 2019: Getting engaged before their 3rd year anniversary. They got engaged in a little town off the coast of Italy. It was secluded and romantic. Harry got down on one knee, his voice shaking when he asked her “Will you do me the honor of being my partner for life?”

You fell to your knees in front him, his arm catching you before your knees even hit the floor, your nodding yes, your hands on his cheeks, he slips the ring on your finger, and kisses you.

“Bunny! I love you! I cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” you cry out to him as he holds you.

He smiles and stares at you. His entire world in his arms. He loves you so much.

He pulls you into another kiss.

They both cried after that.

Early 2020: Y/N auditions for DWD. Mets Olivia for the first time. You love her and admire her. Idolize her. You gush to Harry about her when you get home. Harry looks at you with heart eyes. He cooks you a romantic dinner that night to celebrate. They devour it. Then devour each other. Harry makes you finish three times before he finishes in you. You don’t think you will ever get tired of this feeling.

April 2020: Olivia announces the project and cast. Y/N posts about it in instagram. Absolutely fangirling.

August 2020: Shia has to drop out of DWD. Olivia reaches out to Harry about auditioning.

September 2020: Harry gets casted in DWD.

“I got the part,” Harry states. You stop cutting the pineapple, you gasp, wiping your hands on your baby pink apron, and Harry smiles widely.

“I got cast as your husband, baby!!”

“Bunny!!!!” You yell at him as you jump into his arms, he twirls you around, pulling your face into his as he kisses you, and you both laugh in joy.

You congratulate him plenty that night.

And every night after that.

December 2020: They celebrated their 5th anniversary in LA together. They went to a private beach, drank wine, had a picnic, and spoke about their future together. Their future wedding. Its in their favorite place. In Italy for June 2022. You had both decided to do a long engagement. You already had your dress custom made. Pending to arrive. They want 3 kids. You think about how they will look.

You hope they have his curly hair and dimples.

February 2021: Finished filming and two weeks later Harry called off your engagement. Which ended your relationship. It blindsided you. Clearly.

You thought he was joking. You laughed at first. Then when he didn’t met your eyes. You couldn’t stop crying, begging him, asking him why, he never explained, and he walked out of your home. He said he would come back for his things soon.

You didn’t give him the chance. You hired movers the same night for the next morning. You were crying the entire time.

By noon the next day, there was no trace of you in the home that you shared with him. He was shocked, but didn’t reach out to you.

You were sitting down in the balcony of your new home. Drinking, crying, smoking a cigarette, and could not wrap your head around what was happening. It happened too fast and you were broken.

You didn’t understand. 

Harry Styles broke you and you didn’t know why.

You realized that for the first time in five years, you were going to be alone for your birthday. You choked on your sobbing.

Six months later

You had spent the better half of a year feeling broken and lost. You had avoided the media as much as you could. You didn’t want to see what people were saying about you. You didn’t want to see what Harry was doing. You only did two separate acting jobs. Small parts as you didn’t want to do any big roles at the moment.

You only left your house for groceries, iced coffee, and other necessities.

You needed time to let yourself heal and mend your broken heart.

You spent a lot of time learning new recipes, baking, watching new shows and movies, reading, trying new wine, and spending time with your best friend.

You wondered every day about how Harry was doing.

Was he as broken as you? Did he still love you?

Why hadn’t he reached out to you?

Late-August 2021: Harry puts on a show ONO MSG where he performs his new song “POWER”.

You rewatch that video probably a million times. You memorize the lyrics. You type his number and erase it from your dial log too many times.

Your heart wants to forgive him. But forgive him for what? He never gave you an explanation. And now he is portraying himself as the victim.

Why?

Seventeen days later

September 2021: Harry shows up at your doorstep. You find out the real reason why he broke up with you. You feel devastated. More than before.

He wants you to forgive him. How could you?

When he kissed you, you almost did.

But he’s with Olivia Wilde now. And you’re all alone.

November 2021: Taylor releases Red TV. “All to well” 10 minute version is on replay ever since.

You cry every single time until you don’t anymore. It takes time. But you slowly start to mend your broken heart. You start going out more and enjoying yourself again.

Your manager finds a movie she thinks is perfect for you. You read the script, you love it, and you audition.

You get the part.

The movie is called “Fresh”. Your characters name is Noa. You met Sebastian Stan on set. He is 12 years older than you, but he catches your eye.

Harry is on tour. You see his merch everywhere. Olivia is a fucking groupie with her ugly dancing and you want to punch her. You can’t believe you idolized her and she stole your fiancée. Well… she didn’t steal him. He let himself be stolen from you. You wanted to punch Harry more.

December 2021: Harry is with Olivia in Italy. You wonder if he showed her when he proposed to you back in 2019. You hope they stay over there and never come back.

He still texts you.

You wonder if she knows.

He’s still in love with you, he says.

Then why are you in our place with her?

You don’t think you’ll ever stop loving him. But you try.

Filming for “Fresh” began. You moved temporarily to Bristish Columbia, Canada for the next three months.

You spent New Years with the cast and crew at a party. It was a simple party at a rented out venue.

You spent the night outside, in the cold December air, with Sebastian.

You spent the entire time just talking and getting to know each other. It felt easy to talk to him. He had an infectious smile as well. You both drank champagne all night.

Somehow you both ended up standing next to each other, still talking, his eyes never left your face as you spoke, you would notice and blush, he would smile, and move closer. You did too.

You both stopped talking when you heard everybody inside counting down from 10. You turn fully towards Sebastian.

6…

You stared at him, he moved closer, you could feel his breathe on you, you hadn’t kissed anybody since Harry. You hadn’t even kissed Sebastian yet in filming.

5…

You were nervous. You could tell he was nervous as well. He placed his hand on your cheek, “May I?” He whispers at you.

4…

You nod your head and place your sweater covered palm on his hand. You grip his hand in yours.

3…

He starts leaning into you, slowly.

2…

You close your eyes. Your heart is beating wildly. Was this too soon? You have been single for almost a year.

Fuck it.

1…

His lips met yours, you reciprocate the kiss, and you both melt into each other.

Happiness erupts inside of you. Finally.

You didn’t think about Harry at all that night. He does text you the next day wishing you a happy new year.

You don’t reply.

April 2022: Filming for Fresh finishes. You felt so happy about this movie. It was going to come out in Hulu this summer. It was going to premiere before DWD. Which surprises you, but you don’t give it a second thought.

Harry had reached out to you every now and then. You still felt hurt by him. You were supposed to get married in June of this year. Now he was with Olivia and you were with Sebastian. Kind of?

You guys weren’t official yet, but he did have a key to your home. Just in case. He still hadn’t used it. No matter how many times you told him he could.

You had began slowly, very extremely slow, to date. You explained to him after the kiss about your previous relationship with Harry. He obviously knew about it, but he understood where you were coming from.

His last girlfriend had also broken up with him around the same time like Harry. He said it was a long time coming and wasn’t too hurt about it. But he knew you were. He listened to you when you explained what happened. He was even upset for you. You smiled at him when he wiped your tears away.

You pulled him into a kiss and didn’t let go.

June 11, 2022: Today is the day you were supposed to be walking down the aisle in Italy.

You wanted to be alone today. You told Sebastian this and he understood. He said he had to fly to NYC to audition for a new movie. You wished him luck when he left your home. You spotted a paparazzi on the corner. You ignored it and kissed him goodbye with a wish of good luck. He winked and smiled at you.

Now, you were sitting in front of your wedding dress in your living room.

You loved this dress. It was everything you had ever wanted in a wedding dress. You loved the delicate lace you had chosen. Every inch, every fabric, every detail was hand chosen by you. You wanted to feel like a Princess on your wedding day. And this dress was meant for a queen. Now you wondered what to do with it.

You’d never wear it now.

You sip on your second glass of red wine, cross your legs as you adjust yourself in the chair you had set across the dress, and just admired it.

You sit there for what feels like hours, just looking at it, because its gorgeous.

It’s your dream dress. You sigh as you set your glass down on the table next to you. You go up to your dress, your fingers caress the soft material, and you pull it into you. You close your eyes and let yourself imagine how today would have gone if life was perfect.

You see images of your rehearsal dinner, the reception you had chosen overlooked the ocean, flowers everywhere with a long aisle walkway that would have lead you to Harry, you imagine the smiles and tears of your families, you can imagine the tears Harry would have in his eyes as you walked down the aisle with your veil covering your face, you picture his face when he lifts it and mutters “wow”, you can see the smile on your face, you can feel his lips on yours for a moment when the first kiss happens in your mind, and your heart tugs in your chest. You see it.

You can see yourself and Harry… being happy.

Why did he have to ruin everything? 

You snap out of your trace when you hear a knock on your front door. You take a deep breath in as you let go of your dress.

You walk over to the door and open it to reveal Harry.

Your mouth parts, eyebrows fur, and you take him in. He’s standing in front of you, wearing a cream colored tuxedo, the suit he was supposed to wear today, and he’s holding a pair of baby pink peonies. Your favorite.

“We were supposed to get married today,” he says.

His voice almost feels foreign to you. It had been so long since you had seen him. So long since you had heard his voice.

You nod in confusion, “I know.”

Your mouth suddenly feels dry.

“Can I come in?” He asks you, he peers over your shoulder as if to check if someone is with you, and you stand aside to let him in.

You’re still shocked wondering what on earth is going on.

He walks inside, his feet halt when he sees your wedding dress hanging in the living room, he sees the red wine and chair in front of it, and he wonders if you were day dreaming of what this day could have been too.

You shut the door quickly, praying that noisy pap left, and lock your door before turning to look at Harry.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you start to fumble with your fingers.

He licks his lips before answering. “I wanted to see you today.”

“Why?”

“Because we were supposed to get married today.”

“I know,” you say slowly as you walk around him. Back to your dress. “Before you left me, yes. We were.”

You can hear him sigh lowly behind you.

“Put the dress on,” he says and you gape at him, you turn to look at him, and scoff.

“Are you insane?! I’m not putting this on.” You cross your arms as he paces in his place.

He sets down the peonies on your center table, gently.

“Please, Y/N. There’s something I want to show you.”

“Okay? Show me then.”

“You need to wear the dress first.” You stare at him and he stares back.

You huff as you debate on listening to him. A small part of you is wondering what his plan is. You wonder if there’s an ordain outside. You laugh in your head at the thought.

He’s not that crazy, you think. You hope.

You reach for the dress, pulling it close to your body, and make your way to change without looking at Harry.

You change in your bedroom, huffing as you strip down, cussing at yourself for doing this, and stop because the dress fits like a glove. It feels fantastic against your body.

You look at yourself in the full length mirror. Your lip quivers, barely, but you don’t allow yourself to cry. Not right now. You look beautiful. You don’t have an ounce of make up and your hair is loose. But you feel beautiful in your dress.

This dress makes you feel like a Princess. Even if you aren’t getting married today. You feel eternal.

You fix the few strands of your hair falling over your face. You take one last look at yourself and walk back to the living room.

God, why are you doing this again?

You stop in front of Harry, who is still standing there waiting for you, and it’s exactly as you pictured it mere minutes ago. His face breaks out in a smile, tears are in his eyes, and you can’t help but give him a small smile in return as you break out in an awkward laugh. This feels surreal and a little weird. So much has changed between you two.

Today should have been the best day of both of your lives.

Should have been.

He gulps down the lump in his throat, clears it, and reaches into his pocket for his phone.

“I promise I will leave after this,” his voice quivers.

“After what?” You ask. You hold onto your wrists and peer up at him.

“After our first dance,” he says, he clicks something on his phone, a Melody starts playing, and he reaches out for you.

You let out a shaky exhale and stare at his hand.

Before you can think too much, you take his hand and he pulls you into him with a twirl. You hit his chest with a light thump, your head lands on his chest, one of his hands is holding your waist, the other in your hand in yours as he leads you, and you allow your arm to wrap under his to relax it on his back. It feels weird having him so close to you after all this time.

The familiar Melody fills your ears, your eyes close as hurt fills your chest, the song Ed had written for you both fills the room, and Harry slowly sings along in your ear.

“And darling I will be loving you ‘til we’re 70

And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23”

Harry moves you, swiftly, and you feel a heavy weight on your chest.

You cling onto him, tears spring into your eyes, but you continue to dance. His head lays on you top of yours, you can feel his heart racing. You wonder why he’s doing this.

Why is he here? Does he enjoy watching you suffer?

Why is he with Olivia and doing this with you? This isn’t fair to you.

But you can’t explain why your heart still races when you see him and why you wish today was still your wedding day.

You can’t explain why you are wishing you were both in Italy right now. Surrounded by your closets family and friends. Dancing to this song in front of them. And not in your living room. Not crying sad tears, but crying happy-love tears.

“Oh darling, place your head on my beating heart

I’m thinking out loud

That maybe we found love right where we are”

The song ends too soon and you both don’t move. Harry sways you for a little bit longer in silence.

He slows down, gives you a twirl, and lets you fall into his arms. He slowly leans down to you as you both stare at each other. He pulls you into him, slowly again, and sets his forehead against yours.

“I will never stop apologizing for what I did to you,” he confesses.

You grip onto his arms, your eyes closed, and you sniffle.

“The worst part about all of this is that a small part of me is still in love with you,” you confess to him as well, opening your eyes to look at him, and he’s already staring at you.

His eyes glimmer with hope.

Before he can say something you speak again, “And I hate myself for it.”

His face falls in anguish.

“I have an amazing man that wants to be with me. He’s shown me every single day for the past months that he wants me. Only me. And I am still hesitant on trusting him,” you pull away from Harry’s hold, “because of what you did to me. And he knows that.”

Harry’s eyes shut in hurt, his lips are quivering, and he starts playing with his rings. You wipe a single tear away from your cheek as you continue, “He understand why I am hesitant, but he is still trying!”

“Losing you was my biggest mistake and regret. I will never stop regretting what I did,” he says hopelessly with his arms flailing out.

“Then why are you still with Olivia?” You bite back at him and wait for his response, you take a step away from him.

“I… I don’t know,” he says looking down and then at you with remorseful sad eyes.

“You made it clear that I was never enough for you. So please get out of my home and go back to her.” You stomp towards your door, pull it open, and look at him expectantly as angry tears start to fall down your cheeks.

Your breathing is uneven and you’re shaking.

He walks towards you and faces you, “I never wanted this to end this way.” His thumb caresses your chin. You pull away from him.

You turn your head and don’t met his eye.

“You made your bed.”

You can still feel him staring at you, he walks out your home, and you shut the door quickly.

This scene reminding you of what happened last time Harry was here and you curse yourself for letting him in once again.

You rush into your bedroom, tears still streaming down your face, you pull off your wedding dress, you feel disgusting, and you fall onto the floor with your dress underneath you.

You gasp a sobbing breathe in as you wrap your arms around yourself. Your palms are sweating, heart is racing, you feel yourself becoming dizzy, your chest is tightening, angry hot tears run down your cheeks, and your taking big breathes in to calm yourself.

This has never happened to you before.

What’s going on?

You can’t move your body to try to remember where you left your phone. To call for help. For someone. Anyone.

You suddenly feel a pair of strong, warm, safe arms wrap around you. You gasp as your eyes are watery and fuzzy as you smell Sebastian’s warm scent filling your senses.

You can hear him saying something, but everything is faded out. His arms are wrapped around you tightly, you let yourself go limp in his arms, and you can feel his chest humming with his words. Your hands clutch onto him.

The world slowly starts fading in.

You can hear him repeatedly, whispering softly sentences into your ear, “You’re okay.”

“You’re having a panic attack.”

“You’re safe now.”

He repeats the same three sentences for you honestly don’t know how long until your sobs turn into whimpers.

Your mouth is dry and your voice cracks when you ask, “What are you doing here?”

He kisses your wet cheek when he finally hears your voice. His arms don’t let you go.

“Honestly…”

“I was waiting for my flight already. I was scrolling on my phone…. Then I saw an article online about Harry being spotted in a suit in London. I just had a feeling he was coming here,” he says.

He doesn’t sound upset or angry.

He sounds sad. Sad for you.

You stay silent. You turn your body more into him as he allows. He starts caressing your hair.

“Want to talk about it?” He asks you, he pushes a strand of hair away from your face. You shake your head with a no, he only kisses your forehead, and continues to rock you in his arms.

“You’re safe with me.”

You lay there on the floor with him, your heart calm, but your mind is still running wild with thoughts.

“How did you get in?” You question.

“I used my key.”

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles writing #harry styles angst #harry styles au #harry styles fan fic #powerau #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x you

[jinlias]

kinktober day 21 - filming a sex tape w nayeon

“hurry uppp” noticing the light change from red to green, you sigh. “please”

“i’m on my way babe, i promise”

“you’re not quick enough” you can basically feel her pout over the phone “and i’m getting desperate”

“awe” you press your foot on the brakes at the next red light. “poor little bunny, miss me?”

“yes” nayeon whimpers again “the bed is cold, and im so wet.”

“i’m just around the corner bun” and you were, literally putting the car in park as you took your belongings and almost raced up the stairs. “hi pretty”

nayeon almost bounces up and out of the bed, but the sight almost made you want to stand there and watch, one of her favorite t-shirts, one that was way too tight (at her convenience) and sat right above her belly button, where her pink, lace panties started. the sight of her, so dramatically laying with her ass facing the door, her straight hair falling beautifully down her back, god did you love it.

“hi” she whispers against your lips, bunny teeth on display as she smiles against them.

a few more pecks are shared before your arms wrap around her and squeeze her body all over, its then you notice the tall, black pole right in front of your bed. “hm?” you pull away from the kiss and point at it.

“oh” her eyes light up in excitement “tour is coming up, and i already know” she lifts her hands in innocence “i know you can’t come with me, so even though i will be bothering you 24/7. i thought i could take a little something with me”

“cheeky” you hum, she can’t help but giggle, tugging you by the end of your shirt.

“come on, i’ve waited too long” you’re on top of her now, nayeon’s lips all over your neck and jaw as she tries to rid you of your jeans.

“easy bunny” your breath tickles her when you chuckle, your thumb caressing her cheek before you press sweet kisses on it. but, with the way she was acting, so eager and desperate, you know she doesn’t want you to coddle her. so after the kisses, and the caressing, you let your hand collide with her cheek in a slightly rougher manner. of course, nayeon whimpers. “get your hands out of my pants bun”

“sorry” her word dies out as you stand up, the buttons of your jeans undone and your shirt slightly pulled up. you know exactly where you’re going. the third drawer holds everything you could need, but you’re only looking for two things. one, the ribbon, one that coincidentally matches her underwear the second item, which is a pink dildo with it’s own strap.

“hands” she does as told, surprisingly, and presents to you both hands so that you can tie them in the pink ribbon, making sure to put them above her head when done.

to be honest, you have every intention of fucking her like this, with all your clothes and her attempt of having any. its why you slip the strap right on, watching her expression change into a pout, but it disappears right after when you glare at her.

after rubbing a reasonable drop of lube on the plastic shaft, you press a few open mouthed kisses across her tummy, using your hands to caress her sides up to her hands. here, when you’re staring into each other’s eyes, nose to nose, you press a kiss just beside the corner of her lips, pulling her underwear to the side without even having to look.

“look to the side bunny, look at the camera” your nose rubs against her cheek when you’ve managed to turn her face. “good girl”

the thrusts started out hard. short, quick and hard snaps of your hips against hers that made her body rock forward slightly, and she can’t help but try to hide her smirk, biting her lip and staring right at the phone.

her eyes close and she whimpers softly when you push her tiny shirt back the furthest you could to press open mouthed, wet kisses all over her chest, sucking on her nipples slightly. nayeon’s moans get just a bit louder and her hips desperately try to meet yours as her orgasm approaches.

#jinlias kinktober 2022 #nayeon imagines #nayeon x reader #nayeon smut #nayeon imagine #nayeon x you #twice imagine #twice imagines #twice smut #twice x y/n #twice x reader #nyj

[howlingday]

jaune arc is a were wolf but everyone including himself all think he's just a wolf faunas. but blake knows the truth and she will show the world! also maybe get raveged by him later but only after she makes him admit to being a werewolf and not a fuanas! everyone just thinks blake is racist (this is before we find out she's faunas too)

how do things turn out?

Jaune Arc was always an odd duck, ever since his arrival at Beacon. And no, not just by means of his personality. True, he was a dorky guy who loved comic books, action movies, dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets, and wearing a blue bunny onesie, but there was more to it than that.

For one thing, every time he smiled, he would spread his lips wide to reveal his dagger-like teeth, so big and sharp that he once bit through an apple. AN ENTIRE APPLE! Weiss thought is was so gross and undignified, then showed him how to eat it in one bite more elegantly.

Then there were his ears. Blake has met her fair share of wolf faunus with wolf ears, but nobody ever had ears as hairy as his. It was gross, until Nora started braiding it. Then it just looked weird. The ribbons were kind of cute, until you noticed what they were tied to.

But his arms and his legs were so hairy, too! Her dad was the only one hairier than Jaune, but not by much. It came out in tufts through his suit! Ruby and Yang came up with the idea of rolling up his sleeves to make him look rugged. Sure, even if he did look very masculine, and muscular, with kind eyes that looked like something out of fairy ta- NO! FOCUS!

There was something definitely off about Jaune Arc, and she was going to find out!

---------------------------------------------------

"Hey, Blake, what's up?" Jaune stood in the afternoon light, looking statuesque qithout his shirt on. A fang poked through his lips, giving a cute, doggish look.

Blake shook her head. "We need to talk."

"Oh, uh, sure." Jaune tossed his shirt on, pulling hair down and giving him a bulky look. "But I hope it doesn't take too long. I have to be on a bullhead for home in a few hours."

"I know what you are, Jaune." Straight to the point, and judging by the look of fear in his eyes, she hit the mark.

"Y-You do?" Jaune grabbed her by the wrist with his big, meaty, thick paws, and shut the doors behind them. "You can't tell anyone, please!"

"I have to tell them eventually." Blake said, putting a hand over her heart to still her beating heart. "You can't hide this forever."

"I know, I know." Jaune whined, pacing the room. "Pyrrha knows, and she's willing to help me."

"Pyrrha knows?" Blake was surprised by this. "What about Ren and Nora?"

"I haven't told them, but I think they suspect something." He sat on his bed, head in his hands, before lifting his chin high. "Oh, I just don't know what to doooooooooooooooooo!"

Blake shivered. It was then she realized her position. She was isolated, alone in a tight, confined space with a creature more powerful than any Grimm she's ever faced. Her heart thundered at the thought of what this beast of a man, or man of a beast could do to her.

"I..." Blake gulped. "I had a secret, too." She breathed. He looked up to her, and those beautiful eyes stared stared deep into her soul. He looked so scared. "It was something I could pass off for a while, but it eventually made itself known. Soon, everyone knew and I couldn't hide the secret any longer." She removed her bow, revealing her ears. "But everyone supported me when I showed them who I really was. What I really was. I think the same can happen to you."

Jaune stood up, towering over Blake. She felt him place his hands, his heavy, fur-laden hands on her shoulder, and gave a light squeeze. He huffed a heavy blow of a sigh, and Blake had to put her everything into herself to not turn to jelly.

"You're right." Jaune nodded. "I'll tell them everything." His scrolled buzzed, and looked to his luggage. "Agh! I gotta go! Thanks for the talk, Blake. I'll message everyone my secret later tonight."

Jaune then wrapped his arms around Blake and she gave a yelp at the sudden affection, with a light whimper to show just how uncomfortable she was. She was not.

"Thank you, Blake." He rumbled through his lips. "For everything."

"Hmghuhbbamghnaboo..." was all Blake could mumble as she fell on his bed, watching Jaune rush out the door.

"I'll message you guys later tonight!"

Blake didn't hear that. She was too busy inhaling the scent he left on the mattress and sheets. God, she loved it when she was right.

---------------------------------------------------

Blake paced the dorm impatiently as she eyed her scroll. It made Ruby dizzy to watch, so she focused on her video game. Weiss rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time as she glanced up from her textbook. The bathroom door opened, and Yang stepped out with a towel around her hair.

"Yeesh, you're still doing that?" Yang smirked, moving to the dresser for the rest of her sleeping attire. "Pretty sure even cats have to get clean."

"Uh-huh, sure." Blake mumbled, moving to the bathroom.

"Are you worried about Jaune?" Ruby asked.

"He's fine." Weiss groaned. "Aside from an upset stomach, he's fine, I'm sure."

"He said he would message tonight, so why hasn't he messaged yet?" Blake stopped at the bathroom door. "He said he was going to tell everyone what he is!"

"And that would be?" Yang asked, removing her bra from her tank top.

"He's a werewolf!"

"Whoa!" Ruby shouted.

" Hey, easy, kit-cat!" Yang jabbed a pointing finger.

"And I thought you'd be more understanding of him!" Weiss said with a look of disgust.

"But he is!" Blake replied. "How else do you explain his fur?!"

"You mean his body hair?" Yang asked. "Guy's got genetics. Big deal!"

"But what about his ears?! No faunus has ears like that!"

"No," Weiss temporarily agreed, "but until I met you, I never thought a faunus could be so hateful of other faunus."

"No, it's not hate!" Blake blushed. "He's just-!"

"Blake, listen," Ruby hopped down, "I know that Jaune is a little different, but that doesn't mean we should hate him. We should show him nothing but our love and support, like Weiss did with you."

"I..." Everyone eyed Blake with a mixture of hopeful, disappointed, and bitter looks. "Okay, I... I understand."

Right as Blake said that, her scroll beeped, followed by everyone else's. She looked and it was Jaune! He finally messaged the group!

Jaune: Hey, guys! I landed safely and now I'm back home.

Nora: Yay~!

Pyrrha: I'm glad you landed safely.

Ren: How was the trip?

Yang: How much you throw up?

Weiss: Please don't answer that.

Ruby: No! Do!

Jaune: In a sec, guys, I need to tell you guys something.

Ruby: What is it?

Jaune: I

Jaune: I've been lying to you all.

Ruby: *Gasp*

Nora: *Double Gasp*

Yang: You've been lying to us?

Weiss: What exactly do you mean by that?

Ren: Is everything okay?

Pyrrha: Jaune?

Jaune: Pyrrha already knows, but I asked her to keep it a secret. Please don't be mad at her.

Jaune: I cheated into Beacon.

Ruby: You did what?!

Weiss: What do you mean you cheated into Beacon?!

Weiss: Explain yourself!

Jaune: I got in with forged transcripts. I never went to Signal or Bulwark or any combat school before this.

Pyrrha: That's why I was training him late at night.

Nora: Oh! That's why you get home so late! I thought you guys were boopin on the roofin.

Ren: Nora, please.

Ren: But Jaune, I wish you told us sooner. We wouldn't have been able to help you unless you told us. I would understand if you wanted to keep this a secret, but we're all friends. That means we help each other, no matter what.

Ruby: I was gonna say something, but Ren said it all faster than I did.

Yang: I guess Ren's got magic fingers, huh?

Yang: But he's right, though.

Yang: If I knew, I would have helped you with some basic self-defense.

Weiss: I could spare my time to teach you the importance of dust safety.

Weiss: Might make things easier if I had more than just Ruby to teach.

Jaune: Thanks, guys. You're the best.

"Are you kidding me?" Blake seethed in the bathroom as she watched this unfold. All the things she told him, pushed him to reveal, and THIS non-secret was his big secret?! Blake felt like the angriest faunus who ever lived!

A beep distracted her from her rage. It was a private message from Jaune. With a tap, she found a long message and a peek of an image underneath.

Jaune: Thank you for helping me, Blake. I really needed a friend, and you were there for me. I wish there was something more I could do to repay you, but I can't think of anything. So I asked my dad, and this is what he suggested.

Below the image was a familiar, and yet so unfamiliar image on screen. Jaune, or whom she assumed was Jaune had a big, toothy smile on his wolf-like face as he flexed, shirtless, under the pale moonlight. Blue eyes gleamed with joy as blond fur coated the rippling muscular body before her eyes.

Jaune Arc was a werewolf, and she now had proof. She could tell the others and show them her proof. But as she reread the message, she thought differently about this scenario. He revealed his secret after she convinced him to. Granted, it was the wrong secret, but still. Still the idea was enticing.

Perhaps after a shower, her thoughts would be clearer. After a long, long shower.

#rwby #rwby au #jaune is a werewolf #jaune arc #blake belladonna #knightshade #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #werewolf au

[wclfy-jina]

origin stories - nayeon

from her study table, jihyo heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, but was barely bothered by it, knowing that it was just jeongyeon coming home from spending the day out with her friends.

“jihyo! i have a surprise for you!”

now that was something she should be worried about. you see, although jeongyeon meant well most of the time, her surprises had a tendency to backfire on the both of them. for instance, during jihyo's birthday once, jeongyeon had been thoughtful enough to surprise her with a cake topped with a firework candle, but chaos ensued when the older dropped the still-lit candle and a curtain caught on fire.

so this time, upon hearing jeongyeon's announcement of a surprise, jihyo was immediately on her feet and making her way out to the living room to investigate. “jeongyeon, so help me, this surprise better not—” jihyo cut her own words short when she stepped into the living room to find jeongyeon standing there with...

...a bunny hybrid?

jihyo blinked, eyes wide in shock and confusion, as she stared at her best friend and the stranger.

“hyo, this is nayeon. she's our new bunny hybrid,” jeongyeon finally spoke, breaking the silence that had fallen to introduce the smiley hybrid next to her. “it's nice to meet you!” the bunny hybrid, nayeon, exclaimed cheerfully, her grin displaying her bunny teeth.

“you...impulsively adopted a hybrid?” jihyo questioned jeongyeon in clear bafflement. throughout their friendship, the two have had their spurs of spontaneity, but owning a hybrid was a huge responsibility that required careful prior consideration, jihyo knew jeongyeon was aware of that. she found it hard to believe that jeongyeon would do such a thing without discussing with her beforehand.

“well, not exactly,” the older of the two best friends began to explain, her smile sheepish as she brought a hand up to pet nayeon behind her light brown-colored bunny ear, who gladly leaned into the gentle touch. “she belonged to a friend of mine. her parents got nayeon for her for her birthday a couple of months ago but she doesn't think she can continue to look after her anymore. so she gave her to us.”

jihyo was quiet as she took in jeongyeon's words. she had so many questions, but she wasn't really sure how to word them or how to react to the situation in general, especially with nayeon looking at her with shining, hopeful eyes.

“c'mon, hyo,” jeongyeon spoke up again when jihyo had yet to say anything, pulling the latter out of her thoughts. her silence worried jeongyeon, she was afraid that jihyo was going to refuse to keep the hybrid. “look at her, she's so cute! we can't just leave her. none of my other friends could take her in, so we're the only ones she's got,” she pleaded to her best friend, trying her best to reason with and convince her. it was only then when jihyo noticed that nayeon's ears had drooped, giving away the sadness that the bunny was trying to hide behind her continuous smiling.

“my friend already told me the basics we need to know about taking care of her, and anything else we're unsure of we can search online or ask nayeon herself! please, jihyo?”

despite the smile she forced herself to wear, nayeon had a feeling that both the humans standing in the room with her could see right through her facade, as her drooped ears betrayed her efforts in attempting to conceal how hurt she was actually feeling. she loved her former owner, so although she understood that she wasn't able to care for her anymore, it still hurt her to be given away. now she stood anxiously in a foreign house, hoping against hope that it'd be the place she could call home. jeongyeon and jihyo weren't her previous owner who she'd grown quite attached to, but she was willing to try to make things work with them, if they were willing to do the same with her.

on their way to the house, jeongyeon had promised nayeon that she'd find a forever home in her and jihyo, and that made the bunny hybrid hopeful. hopeful enough to be able to suppress her sadness from having to leave her old home. but after seeing the doubt on jihyo's facial expression, nayeon wasn't so sure that jeongyeon could keep her promise anymore, and it made the bunny hybrid feel even more dejected than she had been feeling previously.

however, finally, the corners of jihyo's lips lifted into a soft smile, and she took a step closer towards jeongyeon and nayeon. “well, i guess we can do with a little more company around here,” she said while looking at the latter.

upon hearing this, nayeon's ears perked up again, her tail began wagging, and the light returned to her eyes, her smile widening and definitely appearing more genuine. did her big bunny ears deceive her? did jihyo really agree to keep her? did she...did she just find her forever home? the bunny hybrid glanced at jeongyeon, the smile the human wore washing away all her disbelief. “thank you thank you thank you thank you!” the hybrid threw herself at jihyo, wrapping her arms around her to give her a tight hug of gratitude. jihyo's grin only widened as she hugged back.

sighing in relief, knowing that she didn't have to reluctantly abandon nayeon elsewhere, jeongyeon smiled and placed a hand on nayeon's shoulder, catching the bunny's attention.

​​​​​​“welcome home, nayeon.”

#twice #hybrid au #twice hybrid au #twice scenarios #twice 10th member #twice oc #kpop #kpop hybrid au #kpop scenarios #kpop addition #kpop added member #kpop oc #idol oc #fake idol #im nayeon #yoo jeongyeon #hirai momo #minatozaki sana #park jihyo #myoui mina #kim dahyun #son chaeyoung #chou tzuyu

[honeystwiggypeach]

Aquarium day!

Kita x single!parent reader

Part two of Thank me

I also already have a part three in the works of Keiko catching a cold and Kita comforting her!

I also have a prompt list open! All except one of them are open so if you’d like please check that out!!

After some time of going on little dates with Kita you’d finally decided that maybe it’s time for Keiko to accompany the two of you on a day trip as well.

Kita had slept over at your house the night before for no particular reason, though he knows that the sense of comfort he gets from being around you and your daughter likely has something to do with it. That morning when you and Kita woke up the two of you stayed in bed for a little while just enjoying the moment when Kita brought up the idea of going to the aquarium, the night before you had mentioned that Keiko never went to any place like the zoo or aquarium simply because you never got around to doing stuff like that and with summer rolling around it would be too hot to go to the zoo with her and the only type of museum she was old enough to go to currently was a children’s museum.

“Mm I think she’d love to go to a aquarium” you tell Kita as you rub your eye gently and he nods.

“We should go to one today” he suggests turning on his side to face you in the bed.

“I think that’ll be a good idea to bond with her Shin.” He smiles softly at the idea of being able to bond with Keiko, it hadn’t been much time he’d spent with her but he already felt like she was his kid as well.

That morning was spent making breakfast with Kita and all you could imagine was doing all kinds of familial things with him. When breakfast was ready Keiko was climbing down the stairs carefully as she smiled noticing Kita was still here.

She held her stuffed bunny close to her chest as Kita lifted her and placed her into her high chair before whispering a small tired thank you.

You and Kita both all but melted out of cuteness when she yawned and blinked tiredly at the two of you before giving you a sleepy little smile. When the two of you come back into the dining room with breakfast she perks up happily bouncing in her seat as she hugs her bunny twisting back and forth cutely.

You gently cut up pieces of the pancakes setting her sippy cup of milk in front of her and setting a few pieces of fruit beside her.

“Ok Keiko, bunny has to eat to.” You tell her gently taking the bunny plush and setting it across the table from her and pulling her hair back so she won’t get syrup in her hair.

She babbles happily the whole way through breakfast until it’s time for her to get dressed and Kita tells the two of you he’s got to go home to get dressed since he didn’t have anything at your house.

Keiko had been pouting since the moment Kita left the same room she was in. You looked through her little closet while she sat on a little stool in her room pouting with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Oh Keiko we’ll see him in like twenty minutes” you tell her as she lets out a little huff of annoyance.

You gently guide her into her bathroom letting her wash her hands and brush her teeth. You gently washed her face than brushed out her hair before getting her dressed and bringing her to your room so you could get dressed.

“Ok” you say coming out of the bathroom dressed finally ready to go, “ready to go to Kita’s house?” You ask her and she perks up.

“Kita?” She says happily before running into her room and coming out with a different stuffed animal, this time a cute little lamb plushy with a baby pink bow tied around its neck a small bell adorning the middle of the bow.

“Show Kita!” She tells you excitedly as she holds the lamb up towards you.

You nod and smile at her, “I’m sure he’d love to see it baby” you say picking her up as you kiss her cheek before going to the car.

The drive to Kita’s is a short one seeing as he just lives a little further down the road. The minute Kita opens the door for the two of you Keiko is trying to get him to pick her up and when he does she’s babbling happily as she shows him the lamb plushy and Kita entertains the babbles as if he can understand every single mispronounced word that flies from the small girl’s mouth.

“It’s a pretty plushy” he tells her pushing back her baby hairs.

“Mama buys it!” She tells him happily as the two of you walk out the house.

“She did?” He asks surprised and Keiko nods happily.

“Alright bug” he pretends to huff as he hands Keiko off to you so he can put her car seat into his truck.

He gently takes her and buckles her into her seat before running around the truck to open your door for you before you got there before awkwardly making his way around the truck again to begin the drive to the aquarium as the truck fills with the soft sound of some country music station Kita normally listened to but quickly became drowned out by the little voice of Keiko as she talked about all the plushies she had at home.

Once the car is parked he’s running to your side of the car to open the door for you before quickly walking to the side of the car that Keiko was on to unbuckle her from her seat and grab her bag. He settled her onto his hip asking her what she was excited to see the most.

“Jelly fish” she’d told him quietly as she hid in his neck after looking up at the big building to see a mural depicting a great white shark painted on the side of it which scared her a bit.

After getting into the building you held the small pamphlet in your hands showing him where each exhibit was asking Keiko where she wanted to go first which she answered with fishies.

Kita let out a small laugh pointing to one of the signs hanging from the roof explaining that you should just start there and work your way through since Keiko seemed as if she didn’t have a huge preference.

Kita walked through the little hall of fish tanks standing close so that when Keiko moved her head to the side she could see the different types of fish and lights.

After exiting the small enterance hall Keiko began to wiggle in Kita’s arms so he set her down between the two of you as she gently held both of your hands babbling about the fish happily.

As you moved about the aquarium Keiko spotted the otters which she absolutely loved. She put one of her small hands against the glass giggling as one of the otters perked up from the log it was near before swimming over to her and placing its hand on the glass against hers. She giggled happily looking back to you and Shinsuke who smiled lovingly at her.

“Do you like them baby?” You ask crouching next to Keiko.

She nodded happily pointing at the otters, “otters mama otter” the little otter who had its hand still pressed against the glass as it made little happy noises making Keiko smile happily as she turned towards Kita who was still standing a little further back.

She smiled happily at him as she pointed toward the little otter as she tried to have Kita walk closer towards her. Kita crouches down on the other side of her and he thinks if he’d ever want to freeze time maybe he’d go back to this moment and freeze it there because the way the two of you smile at the otter’s little antics seems purely angelic to him and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

The next thing Keiko wanted to see was the sea lions preforming a little show unfortunately for Keiko though she falls asleep halfway through the show.

You gently wake Keiko up once the show is over asking if she wanted to keep walking around the aquarium or if she wanted to go home and she quickly woke up saying she wanted to stay a little longer as she leaned against Kita’s shoulder watching the different fish as he would pause his walking to point them out to her.

Both you and Kita could see her getting more and more tired as the trip progressed and silently agreed to just go to the gift shop instead of walking around the whole time as she was somewhat awake but her eyes were shut and every now and than she’d babble a little bit trying to convince the two of you to keep walking.

“Keiko honey, look they have an otter plushy” you show her the soft plushy but she just clutches her lamb plushy closer to her chest before hiding it under Kita’s arm.

You ventured off slightly from Kita before returning with a little shirt for Keiko.

And Kita stood beside you in line with the cute little otter plushy in his hand.

After that Keiko was somehow now fully awake trying to wiggle from Kita’s grasp as she saw a part of the aquarium you hadn’t seen yet.

“Daddy go!” She squealed happily trying to tug on Kita’s arm as both You and Kita stared at eachother wide eyed. Sure it wasn’t a negative shock just generally shocked you were certain no one had pressured her into calling him dad!

But that wasn’t the last time she’d call him dad either as when she got to the car she was too sleep to walk and let go of your hand turning to Kita asking, “daddy, up?”

Both you and Kita get like melting when she let out a sleepy little giggle at being lifted up and set onto his hip before she drifted off into sleep.

On the ride home Kita spoke up, “I didn’t think she’d ever call me dad” he sounded a bit sad and you get guilty that you hadn’t thought he’d wanted to be her father figure in the first place.

“Why wouldn’t she Shin? You take care of her just like she’s your own. She looks up to you a lot you know” you try reassuring him, “just the other day she came home babbling about how you drive tractors at work like it was the coolest thing on earth.” He smiled softly as he pulled into your drive way and once again he thinks that if he’d have to pick a moment to freeze time maybe it would be this one, one where he feels all warm and fuzzy inside.

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[sailoreuterpe]

Holy shit, we start this family sitcom film with a shooting!

Oh my god, I snorted at Bob assuring the burger that everything is fine.

Aw, the first song is so cute.

I don’t care what anyone else says, I think that the main cast all have nice voices.

Tina wanting to give Jimmy Junior her barrette is so cute.

Louise, sweetie, noooo, don’t feel bad about your ears!

Louise’s verse is so nice because it takes a moment to understand that she’s talking about her ears.

Noooo, I know that the movie isn’t going to end with the restaurant closed but I’m still like, “noooo!”

I thought that Gene got kicked out of the Itty Bitty Ditty Committee?

The ga-ga ball pit in the background is sending me!

“My penis area!” OH MY GOD!

God, I hate Chloe.

MORT MY BELOVED!

TEDDY MY BELOVED!

I love Teddy but it’s kinda hypocritical for him to get mad at Bob for shouting.

I swear to God, I want to punch Jimmy Pesto for SMILING when the sinkhole opens.

Poor Grover–how do you get lower in the hierarchy than FELIX?

GENE.

Between Gene’s inappropriate comment about holes and Louise’s old joke about Bob, they really are catering to the long time fans with this one.

Hey, Fischoeder lore!

The little pop when Linda pulls out the tube was adorable.

Mr. Fiscoeder is so fun.

Bob’s face as he stares at the hole makes me want to cry. T_T.

Teddy’s in a book club!

BOB MOM LORE BOB MOM LORE BOB MOM LORE!

Jericho!!!!

Tina having the insight and maturity to literally have her fantasy analyze her emotions is badass even if it ends badly.

Awwww, all of the kids being bitter and doubting themselves genuinely makes me sad.

MELTED KUCHI KOPI, PLEASE BE A BITTER ASSHOLE!

YES, YES, BE A JACKASS MELTED KUCHI KOPI!

Where did Melt Kuchi Kopi’s boobs go?

That crack about Melted Kuchi Kopi was stone cold, Louise.

BUNNY EARS LORE!

LINDA MADE THE EARS OH MY GOD!

“So, what I’m hearing is that your head hasn’t grown since preschool” kind of confirms Short!Louise for life.

“Oh, please; I brushed.”

I bet dollars to donuts that Louise falls in.

And there she goes.

OK, the skeleton reveal is GENUINELY terrifying.

Oh my God, Louise choking on the teeth! D:

“I tasted death!”

Of course Louise is on board with committing a felony. XD

Oh my god, I JUST wrote in my recent series that Louise develops a nervous quirk of pulling on her bunny ears when upset and then the movie has her DO that!

Oh no, not Mr. Fiscoeder!

There’s no way Mr. Fiscoeder actually killed Dan. That would be too easy and also, obviously, too short of a plot.

My guess is either Felix killed the carnie, Grover killed the carnie, or it was an accident.

Either Felix is the killer or just that obtuse; it could honestly go either way.

Aw, Linda and Teddy fantasizing together about mobile houses ala “Howl’s Moving Castle” is very sweet.

Bob’s groan is very reminiscent of Tina’s which is adorable.

Linda’s eyes shift in bed and it’s great.

I genuinely got a little emotional at Linda giving Bob a pep talk.

The animation in this is really nice and flowing.

Firstly: FLASHBACK!

Secondly: So Mort’s been around since before Bob’s Burgers!

If Linda was pregnant with Tina (and heavily so) when they leased the building then the restaurant can’t be older than 13 years old.

Oh my GOD, I literally laughed out loud when Linda punches Bob in the nuts!

Louise’s “it’s go time” face is badass.

I only just noticed that Louise’s eyes are both the same size now; I wonder when that happened.

If Louise doesn’t become a career criminal, she’d make an amazing private detective.

Aw, the kids don’t keep their bikes at Teddy’s any more. :(

I LOVE the running gag of “overly-long plan name”!

Teddy built the restaurant a mobile food kiosk! T_T

Ohhhh, Teddy wanting to go sell burgers with Bob and Linda makes my heart hurt.

As much as I don’t like how recent seasons have made Bob and Teddy’s relationship more toxic and like, why is Bob even friends with Teddy–I do like that Linda and Teddy are getting along so well.

I appreciate that the movie isn’t doing the “Hostile Creep Teddy” thing that the more recent seasons have been amping up.

Teddy is so, so sad and yet so, so sweet.

The mobile burger stand is going to get at least one of them jailed, I just know it. :(

I bet Teddy gets jailed to protect Bob and Linda.

I snorted at “Grab your meat!”

I looked it up and Mickey isn’t voiced by Bill Hader but the replacement guy does a great Bill Hader impression.

Mickey admitting that he didn’t actually have to serve his time made my laugh.

The view of the cooler contents is beautiful.

Aw, Teddy being so happy just to be helping Bob and Linda is the best. T_T

The One Eyed Snakes are coming up!

I love how the movie is getting all of the best side characters into the film in organic ways.

Louise is so good at reverse psychology and I love to see it every time.

Hey, Ghost Boy graffiti!

OH NO, not Hugo!

Poor Ron and Trev being in love with fucking assholes.

I love the random customer getting roped into the Belchers’ nonsense.

“That is yours to keep.”

Hey, Fanny’s back!

I was legitimately tense when Felix opened the deck doors.

I am LIVING for Bob and Teddy having a (mostly) healthy and loving relationship!!

The animation of the sparkles coming off of Fantasy Jimmy Junior was genuinely beautiful.

Oh my God, Bob’s little smile when he’s on the Molehill is so cuuuute!

Hey, I was right that Teddy would sacrifice himself for Bob and Linda.

…Too bad that it backfired when Bob and Linda pissed off more carnies.

Oh yeah, Mr. Fischoeder would have the money to post bail.

How is bail never an option in these situations?

The animation on Felix’s face when he gets creepy is so good!

GENE AND TINA WANTING TO HUG EACH OTHER MORE OFTEN! T_T

“Boy Bob Child” oh my god.

Poor Tina has to talk to the murderer XD.

I reiterate: How sad do you have to be to be even lower in power than FELIX?

BABY FISCHES IN THE BACKGROUND OH MY GOD!

Deceased Mr. Fischoeder looks like Calvin!

HOLY SHIT I CALL IT FOR GROVER AS THE MURDERER!

I really admire how Gene’s playing is being used a background music and causing the tension to ramp up in this scene.

I LOVE how Tina and having a phone of her own is a series-spanning running joke.

I gotta admit, “The Belchers almost get killed because the Fischoeders are insanely dysfunctional” is kind of a fun running gag at this point.

Again, the animation in this is so great and Grover dancing is beautiful.

Wait, Felix didn’t get caught for his attempted murders so what felony has HE committed?

If I had a nickel for every time that the Belchers almost died under the Wonder Wharf pier, I’d have two nickels.

Oh God, Grover wants Disneyland, gross.

OH, the stuffed animals remark was foreshadowing!!

Boo, I thought that Teddy would save the day and instead he’s going to PESTO’S.

OK, when do I get my “Louise and Mr. Fischoeder team up for real” episode?

Tina is so badass sometimes.

OK, so prediction: Fischoeder pays off the bank in thanks for saving his life, Grover goes to jail, Tina asks Jimmy Junior to be her summer boyfriend, Gene gets to play at the wharf, and Louise keeps her ears because fuck Chloe.

Holy shit, no wonder this is PG-13.

Grover runs over their bikes; what an asshole!

OOOOHHHH, GRANDMA BELCHER AND BABY BOBBY!!!!

GRANDMA BELCHER REVEAL GRANDMA BELCHER REVEAL GRANDMA BELCHER REVEAL!

Oh my God, Louise is like her grandma. T_T

And then Bob having an epiphany about him and Linda as they’re dying…

“I’m gonna Linda this!”!!!!

OH MY GOD TINA KNOWING WHAT GRINDING IS!

Yay, Teddy got his moment to save the day!

OLIVE BAAAR!!!

YES YES YES FULL MAIN CAST SAVES THE DAY!

“This place is overengineered, I think” oh my god.

OK, yes, they’re playing the hand-slap game but it’s still sweet that the Fischoeders are holding each other’s hands as they die.

Yaaaay, everyone lives!

YAY, Grover got pinched!

Aw, Bob trying to be like Linda to give Gene a pep talk.

And everyone gets their happy end oh my god. T_T

I LOVE that Louise still wears her ears but isn’t anxious about them.

OH MY GOD THEY’RE RECREATING THE OPENING AS THE ENDING BUT WITH ANOTHER RE!

Hey, Gretchen!

Hey, Gayle!

MARSHMALLOW MY BELOVED!

Shit, Marshmallow’s dress is the trans flag colors! :D

That was so fun and sweet!!

#Bob's Burgers #Bob's Burgers film #Bob's Burgers spoilers #spoilers #Bob's Burgers Film Spoilers #bb #bob belcher #linda belcher #tina belcher #gene belcer #louise belcher #bob's burgers teddy #teddy bob's burgers #Notes by Nikki #I SPENT FOUR HOURS WATCHING THIS #long post

[blooppo0]

I Used to Love Her

I used to love the way her hair shined,

Brighter than than the moonlight,

I used to love her cobalt blue eyes,

As it always left me speechless and my mouth dry,

I used to love her smile, teeth shining and dimples showing,

It was as if she was a siren, beautiful and captivating,

Used to, Used to, Used to,

I used to love her, until she noticed me,

A different glint in her eyes, a different smile,

Her eyes once shining like diamonds, now replaced with a sickening blue vile,

Her grins and chuckles, once soothing now makes shivers run down my spine,

I feel fear, and something else, bloom inside me everytime,

"How could someone look so innocent?" I thought, remembering all the times she reminded me of a bunny,

Now I'm the bunny, me,

Skittering and hopping as I try to find a way out,

And she is the wolf, running and laughing, chasing me down,

It's as if we've become nothing but predator and prey, like a repetitive theater play,

I run, she hunts,

I plead, she feeds,

I hope, and I hope, and I hope,

But as she catches me again, and again, and again,

I can feel that hope inside me become naught but a tiny flame,

And as a sense of hopelessness fills me, I feel another emotion take place,

Attraction, Adoration, Love,

Oh how I loathed myself when I realized,

How I wanted to run for the hills and scream when I recognized, as if my feelings felt compromised,

How I wanted to ask God himself, "why? Why did this happen? What sin did I do to let this happen?"

But of course, no one had answered me, not even God himself,

Because why would they? Why would they answer to a hopeless romantic that fell in love with their captive?

And yet no matter how much I try,

No matter how many of those signs that I deny,

I still find myself craving her touch, her attention,

Even when I know that good is not within her intentions,

I still love her, but it will never be the same,

I will never feel the same flame that I felt,

Rather, the new flame burns me to the touch,

This love is different, malicious, toxic to the touch,

In the end, I'll always love her,

And I suppose she, too, knows,

She knows I would never leave her, never harm her, never hate her, not truly,

And isn't that just such a comedy?

To still love the one that has harmed me most?

I just hope that she loves me in the way that I love her.

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My 2nd poem, I'll probably slow down after this post so don't expect me to post poems daily- I'm very spontaneous with writing literature.

Ngl tho I kinda don't like the line "like a repetitive theater play" it just kinda feels so out of place- idk tho let me know what you all think by commenting so I can improve please!

#writing #original poem #poems on tumblr #poems and poetry #poem

[snowsinterlude]

ruthless doll.

(coriolanus snow x f. reader)

summary: your boyfriend was the apple of your eye. the only one who could get you to be gentle rather than unhinged. that was the only motive for you to wear this sweet girl façade at the academy. based on this ask

c.w: unhinged reader, mentions to sex but it's nothing too improved, dirty talk on the beggining, submissive reader, bullying, feminine reader, lots of praising but also lots of degrading and cussing.

with a pout on your lips, your hands touched his thighs, pawing at him as you stared into his eyes with your shining teary ones.

"dove..." he warned, hand on the sides of your face as his thumb passed through your lips, your tongue touching it. "you're so pretty like this. all dolled up and crying." he smiled, sadistically. "who could've tell that such a pretty girl like you would be crying for cock? what a slut."

you sobbed pathetically on his finger, sucking more on his thumb.

you loved him so much. eyes always sparkling at him, lips curving into a smile everytime you saw him, you would always giggle like a high school girl everytime your fingers brushed, and you even had some jewelry with snowflakes in it depicting the fact that you were his. only because he didn’t allowed you to wear a collar with his name written in it.

all dolled up in pink bows, frilly skirts and baby pink embroidery on your socks and tops, you made sure to always look your best to him.

however, this didn't mean you were a doll with others. you could be even meaner than him, your temper was worse and you made sure to not let him notice it.

through gritted teeth, you flashed a smile to the girl who sat by your boyfriend's side in a group assignment.

"hey, what's your name again?" you asked, crossing your legs like a true lady while your eyes shone beautifully at her. the girl felt shivers down her spine only by looking at you as she saw your smile disappearing from your face. "your name. now, please. or are you deaf?"

the sudden deepness of your voice seemed to wake the girl up, who arched her brow back at you as an answer.

"my name is-"

"ok, i don't care enough about it. here's how it's gonna be, okay?" you leaned to her direction, arms on the desk as your pretty face looked dead into her eyes. "you're gonna get out of that seat right now, hm? we're gonna change seats and you're not gonna say a word about it."

"but i don't want to." the girl said, looking back at you as she gulped down.

"is not a question of want, dear." you paused, analysing her. "no, it actually is. i'm pretty sure you don't wanna get a black eye by how fucking hard i'll bash your head on a wall." you threatened, and that was enough for her to gather her things together and change seats with you. "see? it wasn't hard. now, the last thing i wanted to ask you, is simple and very easy to be done."

you sipped on your waterbottle, patting the girl's hair while smiling.

"you're not gonna get closer to my boyfriend. you'll never talk to him and not even breath the same air as he does, okay? you're supposed to be at least 4ft away from him." she nodded frantically, desperately. in her thoughts, she was calling you a crazy bitch.

and on yours, you were recieving headpats from coryo while being called a good girl, and when he sat by your side, he looked from you to the girl in front of you and didn't question anything, shrugging it off.

ah. he was so perfect for you.

you were afraid he would leave you if he found out about your temper, and so you always act like a doll, a submissive pretty doll who'd be his obedient bunny by the end of the day while cockwarming him.

you didn't know, however, that coryo was well aware of your temper. he always failed to hold his laugh everytime he heard or saw you being mean to anyone, even the ones you were supposed to be afraid of because of their status on high society or the fact they were taller than you by some inches.

it didn't matter. he found it to be the funniest thing in the world to see you bullying others with degrading words for anything that irritated you. he'd always look right into your pretty eyes with his cerulean ones while searching for any kind of the unhinged you that was always around when he wasn't nearby.

god, if only you knew he fell in love with you because of that unhinged personality of yours.

tags: @tiaamberxx

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[wackbotstash]

Dinner Time 2!

Hello there! This is the sequel and conclusion to Juniper's family story! Hope you enjoy, and leave a comment please! --------------------------------------------------------------------- Three o' clock. The Time of Reckoning had fallen upon Juniper. The grandmother had never let her age slow her down, but after those past few hours, she had to admit that she wasn't the Bunny she used to be! This was apparent with the struggles she was having with the closet door. With her back against it, Juniper fought against the innumerable magazines, skateboards, and her favorite body pillow that threatened to break free.

"Rrfh! Come on, Juni; kick this junk's ass!!"

With a final push, Juniper sighed in triumph after hearing the closet door click. With her junk stashed away, the illusion of a clean house was complete! Her loving family would be oblivious to all the corners she cut to make it look so good...and not a moment too soon! Juniper's ears perked when she heard the horn of her kid's car! Feeling the energy flare up inside, Juniper hopped up before dashing to the door!

The SUV doors opened up, and her beautiful children shined so brightly from the Charlottesburg sun. First, her son Joe stepped from the driver seat to stretch his body from ears to toe. His puffy, deep brown tail wiggles as he stretched until back popped, leaving him sigh in relief. Despite just hitting his 40s, the tired-eyed and long legged son looked good for himself. Joe had a tank-top underneath his red-plaid shirt, and a pair of jeans, with the right leg's torn at the knee... It's clear where he got his fashion sense. With a buck-toothed grin, Joe stretches out his arms to receive the full brunt of his mother's hug!

"Hey Ma," Joe said as he lifted her up. "Been a while since we seen ya up close. I can see why, this place is pretty bitchin'."

Juniper beams in pride, and gives him a smooch on the nose. She was let down, only to be scooped up by her middle daughter, Harriet. The bunny mom squeals in delight as her big, burly Hyena peppered her face in kisses. As Juniper recovered, Harriet's mouth went a mile a minute. Whenever she got excited, upset, or almost every other emotion, she liked to express it through her words. Juniper could only smile, reminiscing to the time where she picked up Harriet at the orphanage; that spotted little girl had so much to say!

"Omigosh! Mom, you look great! Oh it's been forever! This place is soooo pretty! I know you sent pics but this place looks amazing...!"

Harriet finally put Juniper on her feet as her excited manifesto continued. With a press of her mother's finger upon her large nose, Harriet was snapped back to reality with a giggle. She wasn't the only one giggling, as a child's laugh got Juniper's attention. Immediately, she kneels down, holding out her arms to her grandson.

"Granny June!"

Divine's eyes were as wide as his grin as he bound toward her. This time, it was Juniper's turn to lift as she grabbed her grandchild and gave his face so many kisses! The spotted-and-striped mutt of a Hyena laughed, trying to push Juniper off.

"Agh!" He mockingly complained. "Granny slobber!"

"Sorry DiDi, but Granbun's got unlimited kisses and she's cashing it out!"

The assault of smooches eventually relented. Laying Divine on his feet, he rustled his fur, making it puff out slightly. 10 years of cute fuzzball grinned, showing his sharp teeth, and his Pro-wrestling shirt to his grandmother. Divine always loved Juniper; whenever his Mom told him something was too 'dangerous' or 'not for him', Juniper always vouched for him! Why, if it wasn't for her help he wouldn't have gotten Grand Theft Auto 5! His mom has yet to find out about that one...!

"Granny June! I gotta tell ya how I'm don' in Basketball! I'm kicking a-ah..some butt!"

Juniper could only chuckle, noticing his growing 'vocabulary'. She'll have to talk to him before Harriet scolds him. She ruffles her grandson's mane of head fur before standing up.

"Tell me all about it, bud! But before we head inside, where's-... Oh, there ya' are!"

Juniper grinned as her youngest child came into view. Where Joe and Harriet dwarfed their mother, Cleo was the opposite. The youngest of Juniper's children stretched, and blinked slowly to let her slit eyes look at the grinning Bunny. She steps forward, and opens her green, scaly arms to Juniper with an expression quite neutral.

"Hello, Mom. Nice to see y-OUGH!"

The Caiman Alligator wasn't prepared for the force of her mother's hug. Cleo hisses out, thrashing in her mother's grasp before Juniper puts her down. Smoothing out her jacket, shirt, and her brown slacks, Cleo cleared her throat as she got some control back.

"Yes," Cleo said with no shortage of exasperation. "It's good to see you too."

Juniper was just a grinning fool. Her youngest daughter had always been a quiet one, but she showed love in her own special ways. Just her being here meant she told her job to fuck off just to see her dear old mom!

"...Not to be rude, but are we eating outside or something?"

Juniper's eyes shot open from Cleo's question. Her stomach had moths fluttering inside as she swallowed. It was the moment of truth.

"Ha-ha, sorry! Just wanted to look at all of you guys! Come on in, dinner's waiting!"

"Whoa! This house kicks BUTT!!"

The crass exclamation from Divine was shared equally by the gawking Joe, the wide-eyed Harriet, and the stoic Cleo. Juniper sighed in relief. Her home was pretty awesome; two bedrooms, a cool kitchen with an Island table, sun-roofing and a patio that overlooked the Charlottesburg beachfront. It's the kind of house that could impress anyone...so long as it didn't look like trash.

"Damn, Ma'," said Joe as he plopped his rear right on Juniper's couch. "I gotta take some gigs over here! This beats out any hotel I've been in." Juniper winced, hoping that Joe didn't hear the creasing of old pizza boxes underneath the couch cushions.

"Y-yeah! This city would ROCK with DJ Sage!" Juniper said as she forced herself to relax. Just as Divine was reaching for the closet, Juniper was suddenly there, leaning on the doors to keep it shut.

"Speakin' of, heard your last gig, Joey! Mixin' in some Boyz II Beasts was killer in that last mix!"

Joe blushed from the praise, and laughed. Despite his aloof appearance, Juniper knew that he was just a bit shy. He was far more reserved in his earlier years, but Juniper cuts that thought out of her head. Hearing little Divine's stomach growl, she got up and hopped back into the kitchen to give her hungry family a meal they deserved! With that patented ‘grandmother speed’, she hops over to the kitchen, picking out food from the oven and microwave.

A gorgeous cooked turkey was laid out on the table, cooked to a delicious golden brown. A huge plate of spinach followed that, and was set with a plate full of the gooiest macaroni and cheese that Juniper's family ever did see. Divine's eyes were as wide as the dinner plates, and the only thing stopping him from ransacking the food himself was the strong grip of Harriet keeping him anchored.

"Wow, Mom!" Shouted the grinning hyena mom. "This looks so GOOD! This must have taken you forever to make!"

"Aw, have a little faith in me! I fed you guys for years, so a couple'a days is nothing!" With a big grin, Juniper puffed out her chest in pride.

Juniper's bravado and pride was instantly shattered as a remark from Cleo had her mentally reeling: "Huh. You made it look good too. Kind of looks like a Bistin Market line up."

Cleo was the quietest of her three kids, but that didn't make her shy. When she actually wanted to speak her mind, Cleo's curt remarks left many speechless themselves. Even now, Juniper was sweating bullets trying to determine if that was a playful jab or a proper observation. Internally panicking, Juniper had to target Cleo's weakness.

"H-hey, speaking of! How's the business comin' along, Cleo? Finally got the right ideas for your clothing line?"

The stoic Caiman broke out into a hiss of anger, making Harriet yelped and Joe gulp.

"My designs are AMAZING! But the problem is that I don't have the materials yet! Working in that bakery's giving me mental AND financial stress!!"

Flanked by her elder siblings, they calmed her down by petting her head and scratching her neck. With words of encouragement and financial aid from her siblings, Cleo began to relax with a small rumble in her throat.

Seeing her smart little chomper get so upset made Juniper's old heart sink into a cold pit. The only way she was able to push away that doubt was to assure herself that a 'clean' house wouldn't rouse any yaps from Harriet, or snide remarks from Joe and Cleo. She breathed out, and got a knife to prepare serving the food...But she couldn't shake the feeling something was missing.

"...Huh, hey where's Divine?"

With a look to her mom, Joe answered: "I think he went to the bathroom."

Well, that was a relief. Juniper sighed and started to slice into the turkey. And then her grip went lax, making the knife fall onto the plate.

Divine doesn't know where the bathroom is.

Ignoring her children's concern, Juniper rushes out of the kitchen to find her dear grandson. She was elated to find that he wasn't too far...but also terrified, as his hand was reaching for the closet that held all her crap.

"H-heeey Champ! Ya' looking for the bathroom, right? It's actually a bit further down!"

Divine paused, and looked back at his grandma. His eyes were wide and curious.

"Oh!" Exclaimed the little Hyena boy. "Then what's this?"

"That's my closet, Divine! It's got a lot of old, nasty grandma stuff, you wouldn't be interested…" Juniper's leg began to bounce; her foot was tapping impatiently as she waited for Divine to leave....and to her chagrin, he didn't.

"Old stuff? Like your old Skateboards?! Cool let me- WAAAUUUGH!"

An anguished yelp escaped Juniper as she jumped toward divine, embracing him from the plastic, paper, wooden, and body pillow avalanche. Joe, Harriet, and Cleo all got up from their seat to see why there was so much commotion. To their shock, and Harriet's horror, they saw their mother clutching Divine as she was buried to the knees in junk. The only one enjoying this was Divine, who's eyes were wide as he held a dirty magazine in his hand.

"Whoa! Mom, Grandma has those magazines that you said were ' too sophisticated' for me!"

Joe snatched said magazine before any damage can be done, and promptly hid it in bis back pocket.  Harriet was too appalled to even care about the magazine's content as she was still staring slack-jawed on the mess in front of her.

"M-mom?!" Harriet finally shouted. "What IS all this?! Why's there so much garbage in your closet?! Is the garbage men not coming to your block?!"

Unable to hide her shame, Juniper knew it was time to come clean. Standing up among the garbage, Juniper dusts off her clothes, and sighed.

"...Nah. Ol' Juniper was just a little irresponsible here. All this stuff you see before ya? I had to get all of it in within three hours, so I kinda panicked..."

The truth had everyone feel a bevy of emotions. Joe only gave a soft whistle as he looked over the trash, Harriet looks like she just witnessed a murder, and the stoic Cleo's eyes went wide. Divine was gawking at his grandmother in disbelief.

Juniper's ears drooped. She did all that work, and now it was on the floor in a heap of trash. The weight of her shame was crushing her self-esteem; worse yet it was bringing back some unpleasant memories of her early years as a mother. With nothing else to say, juniper rubs he r left arm with her right hand. She was prepared to be chewed out and taunted by her own children...but that never came.

"Whoooa, Granny June did all this in 3 hours?! You're super fast!" shouted Divine.

"I gotta hand it to ya, Ma'. You always knew how to pack things tight!" Joe chuckled, lifting up some of the trash.

"Enough chit-chat! Divine, Joe, We're cleaning this up on the double! Mom, you take a seat this instant!" Harriet grabs the stunned Juniper and sits her down on her pizza-box supported couch.

Noticing her Mother's confusion, Cleo laid a scaly hand on Juniper's shoulder.

"...You know," mused Cleo. "You could've just said so. If your place was a wreck, we would have just got some fast food if you were too tired..."

Cleo rubbed her mom's shoulders before stepping up, to aid her family in cleaning up. Juniper watched silently, feeling all that shame warp itself into utter embarrassment. She thought too much about making a perfect dinner rather than spending time with her family. Even as they were rummaging through trash, they still talked, smiled, and even shared some laughs. The old bunny's tail twitched as her heart started to warm right back up. With a sudden hop to her feet, Juniper smiled with an all new vigor as she addressed her family.

"Alright, Kids! Momma June's gotta show ya where all my trash bags are, come on, so we can finish this up and watch Stranger Things!"

Everyone agreed with a cheer, barring Cleo. Juniper wiped away a tear as she went into her cupboard to fetch her garbage bags for the mountain of trash. It was going to be a while, but with her awesome family around, it'll take no time at all.

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