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Klance Fic Recs, AU Settings I

Okay so I might end up making multiple parts for AU settings. This one contains mostly occupational/hobby/setting AU stuff. So unless an AU fic prominently featured a certain element, it’ll go on another list. So there are some College AUs, 2 Soulmate AUs, and maybe a few others. 

SPORTS

Olympians
house on fire by ilgaksu
When Lance McClain is eighteen, he qualifies for the Olympics.

When he’s nineteen, he meets Keith.

Correlation does not mean cause, until it totally does.

your love is bright as ever by aknightley (gymnast!Keith, swimmer!Lance)
A brief interlude in the future of the Olympic AU, Christmas with Keith and Lance and their cats.

“This always looks easier in those made for television movies,” Keith tells Blue, who rolls over and out of his lap, chasing her own bits of tinsel.

In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire
One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate.
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Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?

Swimmers
Ocean Eyes by spacezuko
Lance himself doesn’t even believe in his own abilities. He is drowning in his own pool of desire to be everything that he claims he is. Everything that he wants to be. Keith wonders if he’s broken Lance because he doesn’t say a word, his eyes filled with something opaque that Keith can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of. Lance’s eyes are a deep blue. Not the typical morning sky blue, but the kind of ocean blue one wants to drown in.

With legs like these by Queerswimming
In which Lance finds out that there’s a pool in the castle and challenges Keith to a race.

Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.

Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.

Football
Mistakes were made by Lynn1998
Lance can’t stand the captain of the football team…so why is he having sex with him?
Part 1 of skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain series

Ice Skating/Hockey
On Thin Ice (WIP) by Minadora
Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity.

This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.

Kiss My Ice (WIP) by delictor
Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.

‘When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.’

“Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it.
“Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions.
“Should I?”
“No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?”
“No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance’s chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.”
“Technically, we are on land.”
“We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”

Quidditch (Non Hogwarts AU)
The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

Surfers (mostly surfer!Lance)
Should I Stand Up on Fear (And Tell You How I Feel?) by Lulatic
“So, it’s really a good thing that Lance got distracted before he dragged you out there with him,” Hunk chuckled. “I guess flirting became more important than your guys’ rivalry.’

Keith blushed again, looking away with a huff. “Yeah, whatever. He’ll probably be distracted long enough that I can go back to the Castle before he decides I need some surfing lessons.”

Pidge laughed, that kind of cheeky giggle that made Keith and Hunk look over at them with wide eyes. Pidge raised a single eyebrow at Keith, grinning mischievously. “Oh, but you won’t be going back to the Castle any time soon, now will you? Not when Lance is out there, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.”

Pride Tide by lemoninagin
He’d stared up, watched the differing patches of sunlight play the most stunning array of colored patterns across Keith’s pale face as he grinned mischievously over him. Time slowed, his own breathing became laboured and caught in his throat.

“You can teach me, right?” Keith had asked in a shyer voice than usual, brushing the tangled mess of his windswept hair away from his eyes and cocking his head towards the boards.

Save his smile by Queerswimming
Keith wants to protect Lance’s smile and finds his answer at the beach. Starring an awkward Keith, Surfer Lance and Hunk playing a giant ice berg.

Lance caresses the wood gently. His eyes turn soft as he speaks. “My big brother taught me how to build a board.” He laughs softly. “I always messed it up though. I wasn’t patient enough to do it right.“ He taps on the wood and looks at Keith with a sad smile that knocks the breath out of Keith lungs.

“Who would have thought that I would build a surf board in space though.”

He laughs at that but Keith can tell that Lance is faking it. He always can.

Roller Derby
Like Devo by surveycorpsjean
As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating.

Streetracing
Purple Lamborghini by warschach
“I need you to focus on this race. No more hate flirting with Keith as much as I enjoy it. I like winning more.”

He scoffed, “I don’t flirt.”

“Then stop saying you’re going to teach him how to ride.”

“I was talking about driving. Duh,” Lance countered with an attitude mastered purely by Valley girls and entitled customers.

“Yea, Lance it doesn’t come off like that at all. It sounds like you’re gonna fuck him.”

“I’m not.”

ARTISTS (also including Musicians and Modeling)

Photographer
Pretty Boy by MilkTeaMiku (photographer!Keith)
A pretty Spanish boy shoves a bouquet of flowers under his nose and tells him to stop and smell the roses, so Keith does.

Roommates by manamune (photographer!Lance, artist!Keith)
(13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!

(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.

Sight for Sore Eyes by writewild
Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.

Riptide by songsofthespring (photographer!keith, surfer!Lance)
Keith fumbles with the camera around his neck and lines up a shot. The boy coasting down a wave, one hand kissing the water. Keith zooms in as far as his lens will allow him. Droplets frame the boy’s brown skin and cling to his hair and chest. His eyes, little pinpricks of light from this distance, are nevertheless still recognizably as bright as the ocean itself. It looks like he could be dancing when he rides a wave; every part of his lanky frame seems to merge with the board and the ocean beneath him.

He’s beautiful.

Foreign Scenes  by bwyn
Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.

Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.

Artist
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (artist!Keith, ballerina!Lance)

Keith is an art student who mostly keeps to himself, taking note of the beauty in life but keeping his distance from it. This includes the beautiful dancer he sees across the street from his apartment…until a week-long art project pushes him to change that.

(For Klance Secret Santa 2016)

And Now You’re Mine (WIP) by Samyx914 (some artist!Keith)
“No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”

“But, I was faster.”

“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.

“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.

“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore. 

In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there’s only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn’t count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.

Visions by becca2793
"It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days.”

Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.

Take the Easel Way Out by svensationalist
Oh no, he’s hot, Lance thinks while he’s dying.

(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)

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Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.

Cute as Fcuk by anonymouschupacabra
Even though he had never seen the hot guy before in the year that he’d been going to college, it was like the dam had broken, because Lance saw him everywhere. From the sculpture rooms, to the library, to the cafeteria, the guy was everywhere Lance was, and it only made it that much harder to ignore the hot buzzing he felt inside every time he saw him.

Dancers
7 Days to Fall For You by saiikavon (ballerina!Lance) see above ^

i bet you look good on the dance floor by xShieru
“So like in 'Step Up’?”
Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.”
The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps

.-

Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.

Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.

you raise me up by rhapsodyinpink
“What, you don’t think I look like Patrick Swayze?”

Keith snickers. “Absolutely not. You are Jennifer Grey in this situation.”

“That’s a fair point. Nobody puts me in a corner,” replies Lance, nodding seriously, before his expression turns mischievous.

“So then…are you saying you want to call me Baby?”

Keith flushes red, but stands his ground as he leans in closer. “Are you saying you want me to?”

Shut Up and Dance With Me (WIP) by wittyy_name
Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.

Musicians
That Would Be Alright by icedsonder
And call it spur of the moment, his exacerbated pining over past few months, or even his own alcohol impaired judgment, but Keith let his inhibitions take a backseat as he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Lance’s to sing his next lines.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby”

Musically Insane by myparadisepalace
It had only taken Lance three days after becoming the blue paladin to realize there were no instruments in the castle. And even if there were, Lance figured they’d be too obscure and strange for him to be able to play.

PROFESSIONS (i.e. cops, doctors, EMTs, waiters)

Soldiers/Assassins/Spies
Counting in Code by DLanaDHZ
There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn’t always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn’t count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.

blink if you want me by xShieru
He wakes up to Pidge’s face hovering above him. “You gotta stop running into him like this.”
“Dude, he fucking shot me.”
“I know. We saw.”

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A hitmen AU wherein two thirsty assholes fall for each other and then jeopardize their respective missions because of it.

Retail/Food (waiters/cashiers/clerks)
Melt With You by dumpsterdiva
If you ask Keith what summer means to him, he’ll say shitty weather, a bag of quarters, sticky blue raspberry kisses, and not-quite-midnight sandwiches.

Summer job AU at the pier feat. Keith as a shaved ice slave and Lance as an aquarium camp counselor.

You Dropped a Bomb by quartetship
Lance loved his job.

OR: The Klance LUSH au

Tollbooth Operator
Drive Me Crazy by battleshidge
Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.

Taxi Driver
Finish What You Started by battleshidge
“You were right,” Keith breathed, looking up at Lance with a fire in his eyes. “I did start this,” he lifted his chin, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s jaw. And another. And another. Lance thought it was torture—sweet, sweet torture. And then that challenge sparked in Keith’s eyes again as he asked, tone low and resonant, “Are you going to finish it?”

Pizza Delivery
You Stole a Pizza My Heart by KaSaPe
Keith just wanted a pizza. The cute delivery boy with the weird grin and stupid flirting (?) had other plans.

Or: Keith just doesn’t get Lance’s flirting. At all.

Lifeguards
six foot dive (WIP) by shizuoh
“I’m bisexual,” Lance says.

Keith furrows his eyebrows. “Good… for you?”

“I’d like to buy you a drink,” he starts, and grins, “and then get sexual.”

Keith shoves him into the water.

(or: lance and his family go to california for a two-month vacation. cue hot lifeguard keith gyeong-kogane.)

Lessons by amycoolz and SylviaW1991
Keith has been nothing but a thorn in Lance’s side since the mullet-haired ass first walked into the classroom. But when he decides to get himself shoved into the deep end and, wow, can’t even swim, Lance has to save his pretty self and then Pidge volunteers him to teach Keith how to swim. Great. Just great.

Nurse
Racing Heartbeats and Hospital Bedsheets by screwtodayimsleeping (nurse!Keith)
Me: Hunk
Me: Buddy
Me: emergency!!!!
HunkyBae: what’s up, lance? Are they not letting you out of the hospital yet?
Me: HUNK
Me: the male nurse that took my blood was probably the sexiest person i’ve ever seen
Me: and im literally wearing two sheets as an outfit

BUSINESSES (e.g. Coffeeshop, flower shop, animal shelter)

Office
eyes wide to you with wonder by aknightley
Keith doesn’t dislike his job, but he definitely dislikes Lance. Probably. Maybe.

“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”

“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?”
Part 1 of Office AU

Flower Shop
i’ll gift you the stars by Kyoshu_Koi
Flowers and stars. At least they were giving him things he liked.

Cactus by PinkHitman
When Keith moves from the desert in the middle of ass backwards nowhere, to plop in the middle of the big city, he doesn’t expect to instantly grow fond of the tall, endearing, jerk across the street. But it’s hard not to see roses when said person works in a flower shop.

Arcade
got game by warschach
Lance hates his job until the one day he doesn’t.

Bakery
you’re so sweet; will you be mine?  by jojotext
A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery.

In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.

Coffeeshop
nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester
Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

SOCIAL MEDIA (Tumblr AU, bloggers, Youtubers, gamers)

Youtubers
you had me at merlot by DJAlien
“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

The Boyfriend Tag by theoddpacolypse
Keith and Lance are famous YouTubers, along with the rest of their friends, and though they consider each other “rivals” in some ways, they are actually incredibly close. So close that they are actually dating in secret and constantly dropping hints to their fans, whom desperately want them together.
Part 1 of What Happens on Youtube series

Gamers
Next Level (WIP) by battleshidge
“Dammit, Blue, don’t die on us yet! We only just started!”

Red’s voice snapped in his ears, and Lance cursed under his breath. He tried to backpedal quickly, but being flat on his back with the enemy looming above made for certain movement limitations. On top of that, he was already injured, and he could see the red patch spreading across his thigh. He could really use some of Hunk’s portable healing pods, that was for sure. And that, Lance observed, was a very nasty looking knife that was about to plunge straight through his chest.

Well, shit.

Effect: +100% Love, -100% Logic (WIP) by manamune
In the real world, Lance is barely making it by in his senior year. He’s failing most of his classes and is only one more fuck up away from being kicked off the swim team.

In the virtual reality game Voltron, Lance lives an entirely different life as the internationally-known Blue, an archer with impeccable aim. He’s filthy rich, has a trillion friends, and is a part of the most feared guild in the game.There’s just one problem: he’s madly in love one of his guildmates, Red.

Things begin to go downhill when a kid who acts suspiciously similar to Red transfers to Lance’s school.

Bloggers
a recipe for two by battleshidge
He wondered, briefly, what the look on Lance’s face would be if he actually did say yes.

It’s Mutual (Follow Back Already) by JessicaMDawn
At twenty-four, Keith decides to figure out what this 'tumblr’ thing is. It’s confusing at first, but Keith learns to have fun with it with help from a few new friends. AKA Keith’s adventures on tumblr.

Tastes Like Strawberry

Plot (Requested): Just some smut Draco x Reader.

Warnings: My first smut, sorry if it is bad. SMUT: Oral sex (female receiving), kind of public sex. Let me know if you guys want a part 2!

Word Count: 1.015.

Author’s Note: English is not my first language, so if there are mistakes I’m sorry. Message me and I’ll correct them. Also, thanks for almost 2K followers. You guys are making me really happy. My classes has just started, so I won’t be posting a lot. Sorry about that, but don’t give up on me!

Originally posted by tearswillalwaysfall

Originally posted by moan-s

The hallways were empty, what was quite useful for me and Draco. It was late, and we sneaked out our dormitories to hang out since none of us wanted to sleep. We ended up in the astronomy tower, the cold fresh air sending goosebumps up and down my spine.

“The sky is beautiful…” I said, looking up to the constellations.

“Not as much as you are.” Draco whispered in my ear and kissed my neck, hugging me from behind. I smiled at his silly complement and felt his arms pulling me more into him.

“That’s why you brought me here? So we could be alone and no one would listen if I screamed for help?” I asked, turning around to look in his Grey eyes.

“Believe me, Princess, if I was in intent to make you scream, it would be for more, not for help.”  He smiled sassy and kissed me. In that very moment it was like the whole world has vanished, and there was just the two of us, and I knew he felt that too. Being with Draco makes me feel good with myself and with life. I guess that’s what love means: to feel complete.

We were still kissing (who needs oxygen right?) when I heard an owl. I looked at the side of the tower’s balcony and saw Storm, my owl, with a package. I leaved Draco and walked to her, getting the small box from her hands and reading the note from my mom:

My dear, your idea for our garden worked. I’m sending the results. Miss you.

                                                                                                                              - Mom.

Curious, I opened the box to find it filled with strawberries, my favorite fruit of all. I smiled and felt Draco approaching me, trying to see what was it I had received. “I think I just found us something really good to do.” I said.

“Com’ sit here then.” He said, sitting in the ground and tapping his lap. I rolled my eyes and went to him. Although I would never confess, I loved when he was kinda bossy like that. It was just… Hot. There are not other words to describe it. I sat on his lap and got one of the strawberries from the box, handing it to him. When he went to grab it with his mouth I ate it. “Really Princess, you’re going to play this game with me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said, innocently and grabbed another fruit. This time, I actually did teased him, eating that thing in the most sexy and insinuating way I could. I don’t think that looked like I pictured, but Draco seemed quite turned on, so I didn’t mind at all. “I’m just eating.”

“I’m going to ‘just eat you’ out any of these days.” He said seriously enough for me to believe. I knew he was messing with me back, because his words affected me like no one’s else could, but I wouldn’t loose, not this time.

“I bet I taste better than this things…” I said, biting another strawberry.

“I bet on that too.” He said, using one of his arms to position me better on his lap. “Actually, I know you taste away much better then these.” He said, kissing my neck softly and running one of his hands through my leg, dangerously close to my pussy. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind tasting you right now.” With that I felt his hand slipping inside my pants. His fingers teased me and I moaned. “Merlin’s sake, Princess. I haven’t done anything and you’re already this wet?”

I knew he was smiling victorious, but I couldn’t care less.

“Draco… Please…”

Say it once more, Baby Girl. You know how much I love it when you beg.” He took the box of strawberries from my hand with his free one and putted it aside as he kept teasing me. I moaned again, and heard him laugh. “Just ask Princess. That’s all you have to do.” He whispered, biting my ear lobe.

“Fuck me.” I begged.

“As you wish, my love.” His fingers found my clit, pressing it gently and earning a loud moan from me. “Be quite, Princess, or you’re not winning anything.” I bit my lip, trying to focus on staying shut, but it was quite hard when Draco’s fingers slowly started bumping on me. I felt myself getting closer as his rhythm speeds up, and when I was at the age he took his hand off me, leaving me feeling empty.

“What the fuck Draco…”

“I said I wanted to taste you, darling. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I just need a better place…” He held my waist and apparated us to an empty classroom. “This will do it.” He said, trowing me upon the table and laying me down.

“What if someone cough us?” I asked, nervous.

“Be quite and no one will.” He said, smiling as he knew he was going to make it really difficult for me. He positioned his self between my legs, pulled my pants off and started kissing my thighs, slowly coming up. “You smell good. Fuck, how’s that even possible?” He whispered for himself and got to my panties, sliding them down and taking them off me. I was starting to get impatience when I felt him kiss me gently, just to get rough right after, sucking on my clit. I had to bit my lip to the point of it almost bleeding so I could be kept shut. He smirked and inserted two fingers inside me, thrusting fast.

“Draco… Fuck… I’m going to…” I tried to not scream his name.

“Come for Daddy Princess.” That nickname was all I needed to cum hard. Draco licked me up and then helped me sitting on the table. I tried to catch my breath and he smiled, probably proud of the good job he has done. “As I said. Better then strawberry.”

I laughed. How could he go from such a Sex God to a jerk, I’d never understand. But Merlin’s sake, I loved it.

anonymous asked:

Can i request the RFA+ minor duo going Victoria secret shopping with MC? And don't stress yourself too much over Requests love~ take all the time you need :)

~Oooooh, yes. LOL! Thank you so much for the request and thank you for the kind words. I appreciate it so much! 


◉ Yoosung 

  • He’s a stuttering and fumbling mess the entire time 
  • Doesn’t have the courage to touch anything 
  • Feels extremely awkward seeing all the other customers grabbing items, and thinks he should try to avert his gaze 
  • He TRIES to keep his eyes on the floor
  • Every time he looks around he is imagining you in the outfits 
    • “Yoosung, what do you think of this?” you hold up lingerie with pink frills 
  • He almost has a heart attack 
  • So many images in his mind 
    • “IT’S P-PERFECT”
    • Shh, you don’t have to yell” you laugh 
  • He can’t control the volume of his voice 
  • Talking to himself in his head, telling himself to clam down
  • He liked the area where theres beauty products and lotions/perfumes 
    • “Oh, this smells nice MC! Want me to get it for you?” 

◉ Jumin 

  • He’s rather un-phased
  • To be honest, he finds lingerie rather unnecessary
    • “Are you sure you want to buy this? I’m just going to be taking it off of you…”
    • “I’m not just here for lingerie, Jumin. I need new bras and panties as well,” you shake your head 
  • He’s very opinionated 
    • “That looks cheap.” “I don’t like that color.” 
  • He’s not doing it to be an ass, he’s just used to speaking his mind 
  • Wants you to look good, and tells you to get whatever you want
    • “Sweat pants?”
    • “They have really comfy ones…” you say shyly 
    • “You’re so cute,” he adds them to your basket 

◉ Zen 

  • He’s screaming internally 
    • YAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
  • He’s READY for this 
  • At first he thinks you’re going to stick to the normal bra and panty sets
  • Maybe you’ll be adventurous and go for some lace 
  • But you hold up a lingerie set with cut outs and strings and bow and-
  • He almost has a nose bleed 
    • “B-Babe! Careful! Another guy might see!!!” 
  • He grabs it from your hands 
    • “There are only girls around right now, relax!” 
  • He wants to pay for it and drag you home as fast as possible 
  • He’s spacing out
  • Imagining coming home to you in the lingerie, you’re in the kitchen cooking for him 
    • ~~~Welcome home, Zenny!~~~
    • “ZEN!” 
  • His daydream is interrupted by your nudging his ribs 
    • “Let’s go, I paid already,” you laugh 
  • Gladly 

◉ Jaehee 

  • Finally!
  • She needed some new underwear as well 
  • You guys spend over an hour looking at everything 
  • And stocking up on your favorite lotions 
  • Jaehee has some extremely pretty bras 
  • You guys even got matching ones! 
  • She is sorting everything in your basket out when she pulls up a black silk nighty 
    • “Wh-What’s this?!” 
    • “Darn it! I…snuck it in. I was going to surprise you tonight…”
  • Her cheeks turned bright red 
    • “Oh! O-Okay!” 
  • She fumbled around to put everything on the counter 
  • Inside, she couldn’t help but be excited to see you wearing that later that night 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • He’s making jokes to cover his embarrassment 
    • “Do you think this would look good on me?” he hold up a bra to his chest 
    • “Can you be serious once in your life?” 
  • You both laugh 
  • He’s surprisingly good at telling you his opinion on what he wants to see you in ?
    • He’s actually picking things that are a little more risqué than you had ever thought he would be in to 
      • “What? I am a guy, after all…”
    • Asks if he can come into the changing room with you 
      • “No!”
      • “It was only a joke, calm down,” he pokes your cheek and waits patiently while you try a few items on 
    • Super giddy when you finally pay and head home 
      • “So if you are dressing up tonight…does that mean I can, too?”
      •  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

    ◉ V

    • Of course he is super calm about it 
    • Doesn’t like the perfume section though
    • The smells are too overwhelming for him 
    • He wishes he could help pick things out, but he can barely make out the colors of the fabrics 
    • He tries nonetheless 
    • Just smiling the whole time 
    • Choosing things by feel 
      • “This silk is nice, don’t you think? This would feel nice on you…”
    • He does get a blush on his cheeks every now and then and you’re glad he can’t see your staring as you hold back a giggle 
    • A couple times he ended up showing an item to a mannequin 
      • “…Do you not like it?” 
      • “V!…I’m over here…” -_-;;;

    ◉ Saeran 

    • No way!
      • You’re not dragging me into that damn store!!!!”
        • [2 hours later]
    • He stand with his arms crossed, grumbling in the store 
    • Silent as ever as you look through all of the items 
      • “Stop pouting and help me choose!”
      • “No.”
    • The only thing getting him through this is the promise of ice cream and pretzels from the food court 
    • He keeps scowling in response to your random laughs 
    • He doesn’t know, but his cheeks have been slightly pink since you walked in 
    • Eyes went wide when you picked up a particular black and pink lingerie set 
    • But he immediately looked away and pretended to not be interested 
    • Breathed a sigh of relief when you finally paid and started to head out 
      • “Ya know, you could have helped me out a bit more with choosing things back there…”
      • “Why do you need me anyway? You could have picked anything in there and it would look good on you”
    • You squeezed his hand at his response and he realized what he said 
      • “Oh, shut up,” he could feel you smiling at him, “come on. I’m starving. You said I get food.” 
    I’m Sorry

    Request: Can you do an imagine if y/n and Shawn fighting and maybe she accidentally cuts herself or just hurts herself during the fight and Shawn kinda just rushes to hell and forgets about the fight? Thank you!!
    A/N: hey hey hey!! i’ve been having a social life but i’m back now bitches. THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH FOR 472, SO ALMOST 500 NOTES ON KEEP QUIET, IT’S INSANE OMG
    Rating: I for INTENSE BITCH no jk maybe maybe not
    Word count: 1.2K


    I woke up, feeling as I do everyday. Normal. I showered, cleaned, read and finished paperwork, all the same as any day I would. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I definitely felt off today, like something would go wrong. Nothing did, not even while grocery shopping. That was normally the point of my Saturdays where everything goes south and I return home ready to cry or kill.

    I was lugging the bags towards the humble abode when I noticed Shawn’s jeep in the parking lot. It was strange not seeing his name flash up on my screen for the duration of my shopping trip, not even a text to ask me to get him a Toblerone from the candy section. I’d assumed he was napping or something since he’s been in the studio all day.

    “Hey Shawn, could you come he—What’s your problem?” I breathed once I finally entered the front door, Shawn’s icy gaze already on me. I set the bags on the countertop and huff, resting my hands on my hips.
    “Nothing, m’fine.” He mumbles, waltzing straight past me and into the kitchen.
    “Yeah, clearly, right?” I gave up for the moment, refocusing on the remaining bags in the car. I mustered up the last of the energy I had and marched down the stairs to claim the last of the shopping bags.

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    My Fave Japanese YouTubers + some YouTube Vocab

    I was introduced to Japanese YouTube and J-Vloggers through a friend and I watched a lot of videos when I was first learning Japanese. I do admit that I couldn’t understand EVERYTHING but YouTubers tend to repeat themselves often and you can see what they’re doing so you pick up a lot.

    It’s important to distinguish J-Vloggers from Japanese Youtubers.  

    J-Vlogger is a term that usually refers to foreigners living in Japan who vlog regularly.  Simon and Martina, Taylor R, Sharla, Micaela, Rachel & Jun, VenusAngelic, and Mimei are all J-vloggers.  Their channels are mostly in English and they speak very little Japanese in their videos.  Mimei actually does a lot of her videos in Japanese now but I wouldn’t recommend learning Japanese from her because she isn’t a native speaker.  Her content is still really cute though. 

    Japanese Youtubers are usually native Japanese content creators.  Their videos are all in Japanese usually with subtitles created by the community.  They usually belong to the big partner group UUM but there are a few independents like PDR.  

    PDRさん

    This is a great channel for beginners.  @uni-venture​ mentioned him in her own post about this as Just Duncan.  He’s a British-Japanese ハフwho spent much of his childhood in England but now currently lives in Japan with his wife and their cats.  He speaks in Japanese in most of his videos with an even pace and simple videos.  All of his videos are subtitled in English.  He’s pretty unusual for a Japanese Youtuber because he isn’t attached to a major partner company and he mostly makes sarcastic joke videos and vlogs.  He often talks about Convenience store customers and things that annoy him.

    PDSKabushikiGaisha

    PDS is PDR’s younger brother Dante.  Dante was much younger when the family moved back to Japan so he speaks no English and all of his videos are completely in Japanese.  Only a few of them are subtitled in English (mostly older videos that Duncan subbed for him when they both still lived at home) and he speaks a lot faster.  Despite his speed, Dante tends to repeat himself more often or use captions to emphasize words he’s using.  For example I learned the word 交ぜる from one of his videos.  Mostly he sits in his house and screams while doing something unnecessary like turning himself into a water balloon or fucking up one of his coffee tables.   Occasionally he also make 20 minute long videos of himself trying to win something from a UFO catcher (claw machine) and throwing away like $35 in change.  He is also a bodybuilder? So he occasionally makes videos about his fitness, but most of the time you would never know that because he does things like eat 100 Umaibo or deep fry an entire watermelon.

    If you want to know how to use the particle ね you should really watch his videos.

    はじめしゃちょ Hajime Syacho (President Hajime)

    Hajime is probably the most difficult of these YouTubers. He talks FAST and his words often are kind of slurrred to together. But I think his videos are often translated by the community and he repeats himself a lot so you can learn lots of stuff from him.  He does a lot of dumb stuff like Dante. His videos include drinking too much of a drink that is meant to inflate your stomach to curb your appetite, making slime alone and nearly spilling it on the floor, and covering an entire room in those heat pads that you can stick to your skin.  He also does some science-y videos sometimes.  He’s a pretty big YouTube celebrity in Japan so his videos are usually a lot of fun.

    If you want to learn how to use the phrase やばい!his videos are the best.  

    Kinoshita Yuka: Oogui Eater

    Yuka is kind of a legend. She’s a little Japanese woman who eats a LOT of food. The nice thing about her is that she eats pretty normally and unlike YouTubers who do this for the weird factor, she like legitimately enjoys everything she eats. She will like eat the entire Mister Donuts holiday menu and take time between don’t to discuss how fluffy the dough is and how refreshingly light the glaze is and so on. All of her videos are translated by the community. The translations are pretty good except the regular translator always translates 美味しい to Oishii which is not helpful and is really kind of annoying.  In all honesty, Yuka is my life goals.  Like she is my fave of all time.  If my job could be to just eat like this girl, I would be living a dream. 

    If you want to learn how to talk about how you can’t handle spicy food, Yuka’s your girl.

    HikakinTV

    I used to watch him all the time but now I really don’t?  He is one of the biggest Japanese Youtubers who got famous for beatboxing.  He often beatboxes in his videos and even has a video where he beatboxed for Ariana Grande when she was on tour in Japan.  He mostly does like food and snack reviews where he gives a review at the end.  Most of his videos have been subtitled in Japanese so that you can read while you watch if you want. I don’t know he’s really not my favorite tbh…

    モーニング娘 Morning Musume

    So this isn’t really a Youtuber.  This is an idol group with an audience of middle aged men and young girls.  However, Morning Musume is one of few Japanese music groups that has its music videos available to view in the United States and all of their music videos have English  and Japanese subtitles which is very rare.  If yo ucan get past the cheesy costumes and the general idolness of their videos, you can learn A LOT from them.  Remember to keep in mind that the Japanese you’ll learn will be a little bit more awkward than vlog-style Japanese because it will come from song lyrics.  To be completely honest though, I love muting their videos and playing like hip-hop and rap underneath of them because they match up shockingly well.  

    Texan In Tokyo

    So this is technically more of a J-vlog channel but whatever.  So this channel has actually ended but it’s the channel of Grace and Ryosuke, an international couple.  Most of their videos are travel videos in English but some of them are cooking videos done entirely in Japanese with subtitles.  Ryosuke is really good and speaks slowly in simple sentences so you can see what he’s making and hear him talk about it.  He tries to do the videos with time constraints but doesn’t always do that.  Their other videos are good too for culture lessons and general information about living in Japan.  

    Kirizaki Eiji 桐崎栄二

    So in all honesty, you probably won’t learn anything from him at all but I put him on here because I love his stuff.  He, like many male Japanese Youtubers, is just like the master of pure idiocy.  His channel is mostly him messing with his sister and making videos with quick, sudden jump cuts and loud slapping noises.  He talks way too fast but he uses a lot of subtitles so you’ll get something. Eiji lives in the suburbs somewhere with his sister, grandparents, and parents and frequently just messes with all of them.  Occasionally he purchases expensive cuts of beef, pours himself a couple of glasses of Mugicha (barley tea, god’s gift to mankind) and feasts alone in his kitchen.  I just find him really entertaining I don’t know. 

    I think the lesson with him is to find things that make you want to learn Japanese.  I don’t quite completely understand all of the humor in his videos but I really want to so I study Japanese. 


    Other Reccs: 

    AskJapanese – Interviews by Cathy Cat

    Mahoto – He eats giant cicadas once a year

    JPCMHD – Commercials usually in one to two week intervals

    So you’re thinking about leaving concrit on a fanfiction...

    Hi there!  Dresupi here! Fanfic author, mostly MCU.  

    So you’re browsing Ao3…you’re having fun.  You’re reading all your favorite ship or fandom has to offer.  And EGADS!  You’ve spotted an error in one of the fics.  

    Originally posted by gurl

    Well.  Surely the next step is for you to let them know in the comments.  Right?  That’s what they’re for, after all.  Communicating with the author, right? 

     Wrong.  

    Originally posted by yourbasicaesthetics

    Wait WHAT?  Dres…you’re telling me I shouldn’t alert this writer to their grave error in judgement (Or grammar, or characterization, or anything else I deem incorrect in this work they’ve posted out in public for everyone to see?)

    Yes, imaginary fic commenter.  Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you.  

    But WHYYYY? 

    Calm down, I’m going to lay this out for you.  All professional like.  With bullets and everything.  ;) I got you, Babe.  Don’t worry. 

    • Okay, so the first thing you (as a potential commenter of fanfiction) need to do is decide…Did you like the fic?  If yes, please continue to the next step.  If no, I need you to go back up to the top of your web browser and click the arrow pointing left.  That will take you OUT of the fic and enable you to continue on your search for the perfect fanfic. :D
    • Okay, so, if you’re still reading, you’ve decided that yes.  You DID like the fanfic.  YAY!  I’m so happy for you!  I love finding good fics!  I really do!  It’s the best feeling to find someone who writes your OTP just right, isn’t it?  … Oh wait…you mean…you DIDN’T like the way they wrote your OTP?  A scene was too short?  The word count over all was too short?  Characters were OOC?  Goodness gracious!   Well, in that case…I’m going to need you to go on up to the top left of your screen and click the arrow pointing left.  This will take you OUT of the fic and enable you to continue on your search for the perfect fic with perfect A+ Characterization.  
    • NOW.  Okay.  So you liked the fic.  You liked the length.  The characterization.  AWESOME!  PARTY TIME!  … Oh?  A factual error, you say?  Oh no!  That really is kind of embarrassing, you know?  Really quick, though.  BEFORE you comment, can you check the author’s note and see if the author is asking for help?  A beta?  A general okay-ness with constructive criticism?  (Some authors really like it).   But no?  You don’t see anything like that in the author’s note?  Hmm.  Well, this is a tough situation.  You can either leave your comment sans unprompted concrit…or you can venture up to the top left of your screen and click on the left hand arrow.  This will take you OUT of the fic and enable you to continue on your search for the perfect fic with A+ characterization with bonus fact checking!   
    • Alright,alright, alright.  You’ve made it this far!  This must be an AMAZING fic.  Outstanding!  :D  All except for those pesky grammar and/or syntax errors, right?  Wow.  These are really interfering with your ability to enjoy the fic.  Either this author is in desperate need of a beta, or maybe it’s just that ONE GLARING ERROR in an otherwise perfect fic.  It’s time to leave a comment, tell the author, right?  *sigh*  Take a glance at the author’s note.  Is the author asking for concrit?  Perhaps there’s a call for a beta reader?  Or just a general call for help?  No?  *deeper sigh* Sorry, Friend.  If you’re able, please leave your comment sans concrit, otherwise…yeah…you know what to do.  Back click.  

    Really though…what’s the big deal about me leaving concrit?  Even if mine is a touch rude.  I know for a FACT {this author} has many more positive comments.  This isn’t going to amount to more than a drop in the bucket.  


    Well…and this is speaking from personal experience as an author.  You could have hundreds upon hundreds of positive comments, but that one negative, or concritty comment is the one that stands out.  It’s the one that makes an author stop before pressing that “post” button.  It’s the one that makes them second guess themselves.  


    But Dres, these authors are sharing their works in the public.  They should really develop thicker skins about this kind of thing.  

    Well.  I mean.  This isn’t really up to you to decide.  This isn’t something you paid money for.  All you’ve invested is your time.  Leaving unwanted concrit in the comments of a fanfiction is the online equivalent of receiving a handmade sweater from your Nana and saying, “This is cool, but I’d rather have had the store-bought one…”   

    Maybe this author is having a really hard time this week.  Maybe their word count isn’t up to snuff because of it.  Maybe this was all they were able to put out there?  Maybe their beta reader is on vacation or taking a break?  Maybe none of the above, maybe this is just simply the best they can do and they’re very proud of what they’ve accomplished!  

    Fanfiction is a free service. Fic authors take their free time to craft and write these stories.  A lot of us aren’t professional writers.  We’re moms.  Students.  High schoolers.  Investment bankers.  Scientists. Therapists. {insert name of other careers here}. In other words, people with real lives, who spend what little free time we have, creating content for you to enjoy. 

    It isn’t like if you pay money for the latest book from your favorite author, only to find out that they’ve killed off your favorite character and made the other character into a villain and completely mucked up the series past all canonical help.  

    Originally posted by nightpsychotic

    Okay, okay.  I get you.  It’s rude.  But can’t I at least point out the grammatical/syntax errors?  

    And here’s where it gets tricky.  And I’d like to defer to my mom on this one.  

    She always used to say, “Never point out a fault that someone can’t fix in less than three seconds.”  

    She used it to pertain to people’s appearances, their attitude, or their speech patterns.  But I think it applies here too.  

    I think of single typos as like…the literary version of having spinach in your teeth.  Yes.  This is something you could technically point out.  KINDLY.  You wouldn’t point and laugh at someone you didn’t really know who had spinach stuck between their front teeth, would you?  

    (I would certainly HOPE the answer is no.) 

    Likewise, if you simply must point out a single typo…do it nicely?  Otherwise, it looks like you read this thing that this fic author put out into the world…this little piece of themselves…you read it, and found nothing good whatsoever.  Just that typo.  Maybe you didn’t mean it that way.  But it’s what it looks like to that author.  

    On the other side of this coin…if the entire fic is a grammatical mess?  Just…back click out.  

    Here’s why I say that.  To you, it might look like My Immortal…but to the person that wrote it?  It looks like the hard-work and effort they poured into it.  And you never know.  The person that wrote it could be ESL.  *shrugs*  And your comment could be the thing that keeps them from ever trying again.  You never really know.  It’s safer to be cautious.

    I’m going to double star and bold this next thing.  Because I feel like it’s super important.

    **A better way to point out typos, grammatical errors or basically any other errors is to contact the author directly.**  

    I link my tumblr at the bottom of all my fics for this reason.  And I’ve gotten some lovely messages from people informing me of formatting errors, typos and grammatical errors. It literally takes the same amount of time to click on a link and type out your comment as it does to leave it at the bottom of the fic.  And I can tell you that I do not mind getting told about errors in private.  It’s when things get dragged out into the open that I start getting defensive.  

    Which brings me to my last point before I shut up and leave you to your day.  

    “I didn’t mean this in a bad way!  I was only trying to help!  Why is this author getting so defensive???”

    I’d like to tell you about a little thing called tone.  

    Something that is completely lost in online messaging and commenting.  

    While you, the commenter, might have not intended anything bad from your comment…the author could have read it in a completely different way. Know why?  

    I can’t speak for everyone, but for me?  Personally?  It’s because I’m self-conscious.  Yes.  I’m super self-conscious about everything I share.  Whether it’s a short prompt or an update to a longer fic, I’m self-conscious about sharing it.  And that translates over to how I read tone in online messages and comments.  I hate that I can’t read things neutrally, but…here I am.  In all my imperfection.   

    I guess in short, what I’m saying is…and this is probably going to earn me some enemies for whatever reason…I mean…I stood up to someone leaving concrit on one of my fics and got called a c*nt and an attention whore for it.  *shrugs*  People are gonna do what they want to do, and that’s how it is.  

    Originally posted by teachingfeelslike

    It takes absolutely no time to back click out and say nothing.  *shrugs*  It takes zero effort to not be a dick.  So please.  Just…don’t be a dick?  Feed your authors.  Don’t leech from them.   

    Giving Loki Laufeyson The Silent Treatment Would Include...

    Authors note: i love loki. i cannot wait for him to get a redemption arc. in the meantime: headcanons. This prompt was given to me by @thechillfangirl sO THANK YOU

    enjoy some loki fluff 

    update it’s kinda not all fluff it’s more funny than fluff but ya know

    • BEFORE THOR 1 SO LOKI IS STILL THE SMALL LIL BEAN THAT HE WAS
    • meaning you’re Asgardian and living in the palace you know the drill right?
    • you probably were friends with the boys growing up so naturally love
    • Loki wasn’t quite sure what he did that was wrong.
    • He plays a lot of jokes, and those were fine with you- what could he have possibly done to make you give him the silent treatment?
    • He was scared, honestly. 
    • But would he let on that he was scared? Not a chance.
    • He was scared that you wouldn’t talk to him because you were trying to drop hints you didn’t want to be with him anymore
    • like he was so worried
    • he tried to find ways to suck up but you would just give him confused, sad, and angry looks
    • which only made him angrier and more scared
    • “Thor! (Y/N) will not speak to me. Can you try?”
      • Yep, Loki went to Thor for help. you know they used to be good brothers before everything went to shit
      • “Uhhhhh, okay?”
      • So Thor goes to you and Loki is sneakily watching over
      • “Why are you ignoring Loki?”
      • “I’m angry with him. I thought me not speaking to him made it pretty obvious.”
      • “Yes, but why? He’s worried.”
      • “Are you serious? Loki sent you to find out what he did wrong? Thor, don’t do his dirty work.”
      • thor exits
    • Lemme tell you how fed up Loki is with this no speaking thing
    • he burned his pillow with his magic
    • you and Loki share a room so he was ready to fight
    • You walked in that night and Loki just looked so confused
    • You only smiled.
    • “Why won’t you speak to me?” Loki asks
    • You shrug, making him angry becAUSE PLEASE SPEAK
    • “Fine. you won’t speak to me- I won’t speak to you. Goodnight.” 
    • Loki used his magic to put a barrier around him when he slept so you couldn’t get near him
    • this was all hilarious to you
    • but he was still pissed
    • not hearing your voice made him sad and not talking to you made him sad too
    • bc he loves you or something
    • I don't make the rules sorry
    • you woke up and he was already dressed and blocking the door with magic
    • you aren’t leaving until you talk to him
    • You sit up with a smile on your face and see Loki sitting in a chair reading a book
    • “Good morning, Loki.” You say.
    • He kinda jumps because he didn’t know you were awake and the sudden sound surprised him
    • “YOU SPEAK? HUH, I WASN’T AWARE YOU HAD THAT ABILITY, YN, BECAUSE SOMEONE DIDN’T SAY A SINGLE WORD TO ME YESTERDAY. WHY WAS THAT?” 
    • he is livid
    • and confused
    • and kinda happy
    • but scared
    • what is going on someone save this boy
    • honestly, you were laughing your booty off at his outburst
    • “Loki, you play so many tricks and I don’t have powers to play tricks on you to get you back so I had to try something.” You tell him. “It worked better than planned.”
    • Loki is so confused still
      • “YOU WANTED TO PLAY A TRICK ON ME?”
      • “Yeah and since I’m not an all-powerful god like you I had to try…you know, just being annoying.”
      • “I THOUGHT YOU WERE BREAKING UP WITH ME”
      • “I’m not, just trying to mess around with you.”
      • “OKAY GOOD, NOW I CAN BE HAPPY. BECAUSE I’M RUBBING OFF ON YOU, YOU PLAY TRICKS, YN!”
    • you just kinda laugh
    • he’s adorable
    • you love this man
    • maybe you should play more tricks on him
    • oh but you bet he got his revenge the next day
    • he kept making things disappear out of your hands
    • you were going to eat something? it’s gone.
    • read a book? oh, where could it have gone?
    • carrying a box? it’s missing.
    • but hey, it’s the price of love.

    this is literally 1,500 words of andreil almost-fluff based on this text post by @foxxhole​. i’d apologize except i’m not really sorry :-) 

    here it is on ao3.


    Neil opened his eyes slowly to a sun-filled room. It was bright out, clearly past his usual rising hour, and for a moment it worried him. For that moment he didn’t recognize the room; couldn’t name the country he was waking up in, let alone the city. It was natural to force the panic to settle by looking around the room, picking up specific memories from objects placed strategically in view of the bed. As Neil scanned, forcing himself to breathe normally, the world pieced itself back together again in front of his tired eyes.

    On the dresser at the far end of the room was a framed photo of the Foxes’ first championship win, Neil’s first year on a Class I team. From there his eyes drifted slowly to the the bedside table, where there was a familiar set of keys – the keys to the house in Columbia – placed close to him for this exact reason. Just above, hanging on the adjacent wall, was Neil’s jersey from his first professional Exy team, when he played for New York. At the end of the bed was a cat, Sir, and the memory of taking him home rose to the surface of Neil’s mind. The last movement was a natural progression. It was instinct that came from going over this same list every morning.

    But when Neil rolled over to check the other side of the bed, it was missing. The last piece had been removed from the board before Neil could manage to finish the puzzle. He looked back at Sir, at the end of the bed, and it was almost ridiculous how long it took his mind to finally make the connection.

    Andrew wasn’t beside him.

    Instinct told him to panic. A feeling of dread washed over Neil’s body like a tsunami devastates a city.

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    Don’t make Daddy jealous

    I’m going to hell because of this…and I need to bath in holy water

    Reader x Christian Yu

    Type: smut

    Warnings: swearing, rough play, daddy kink

    Words count: 2966

    Summary: You had to go to your bff bday party instead of spending time with your boyfriend, but the night won’t be as boring as you thought when you’re noticing Christian stalking you in the distance [cannot believe that his pic is totally fitting into this story]


    - Christian I can’t go today I told you I have to go to Silvia’s birthday party, I promised her last week.

    - Ahh I cannot believe this, finally I’m free a bit but I can’t see you, I really miss you baby girl… - he was whining in the phone and it seems he was grumpy too.

    - I promise I will call you after I get back home, okay? I miss you too Christian so so much but I can’t skip this party.

    - Okay, you promised me, don’t forget what you said! There will be guys too? – yes, he was definitely whining.

    - Of course there will be, we’re going to a club, so …

    - Jesus…to where? Fuck… don’t you dare to flirt with someone or let some fucktards to dance with you or or anything… ha?!

    - Christian please chill a bit, it’s a lil’ party nothing serious and why would I flirt or dance with another guy when I’ve a smokin’ hot boyfriend?

    - Smokin’ hot? Aye babe… he’s definitely lucky for having such a great girl like you!

    - Honey I gotta go, I’ll call you when the party is over!

    - Take care of yourself or I’m gonna kick your sexy butt!

    - You idjit, I will, I love you!


    To be honest the last thing you wanted to do is to go to a party, getting drunk and whoosh dumbass guys away, but it was your best friend’s party and you had no other choice. The club was pretty fancy and the VIP section was all your crew’s for tonight. Your bestie was mega-happy and already drunk after half an hour. Not to be a partypooper you also cheered for yourself in your mind and you went to get some drinks. After four gintonics you definitely started to feel the party. However your phone started to buzz and you saw the worried texts from Christian. Trying not to mess up you txted back that you’re fine and stop worrying about you. But it turned out you misspelled your sentences and of course Christian noticed that you’re drunk.

    - Y/N, put the fuck down that phone you bitch and come dance with me – Silvia, your bestie yelled at you and rushed you to the dance floor.

    After an exhausting hour you two were still dancing and felt like there’s no tomorrow. Especially when you started to dance on the table and singing like true party-queens. Your hair was a mess, your tight black mini-dress was way too up as it should be and also your black lace bra showing a little. Then there was the moment when you noticed Christian in a dark corner with his friends and with a glass of whiskey in his hands. You got caught, you fuckin’ got caught…

    - Silv, Christian is here, and I think he’s gonna kill me, don’t look there but he’s sitting in the corner with a couple of his friends and he saw me – you yelled into your friend’s ear.

    - Goddammit honey, then we should put on a more heated show than before, you should play with him and I guarantee your night will be hotter than this party – she shouted back to you.

    - Are you crazy?! He’s gonna kill me, you can’t imagine how pissed off he will be…

    - That’s more fun, trust me and show him that you are the sexiest hoe in this club, shake that booty honey!!!

    So you decided to play. You got off of the table and poured another shot. And went to a more crowded area, but you still saw Christian in this distance. From this point the game finally began. There were two guys who were watching you all night with hungry eyes and when you smiled at them they got closer in an instant. They looked really good and they weren’t bad dancers. Now all you had to do was wait to Christian noticing this whole mess. But you knew he was watching you from the start and had to control himself. The bad thing is that you wanted him to lose control and make a move. So you let the two hottie to get closer than should be. When one of them put his hands on your waist and the other was definitely wanted to kiss you here and there, you caught Christian’s death glare and saw him rushing towards you in the crowd.

    - You think it’s funny? What the fuck are you doing? Are you playing a game? You two get the fuck outta here until I beat your asses – he was way too mad, but also way too sexy.

    He grabbed your wrist and walked you out from the club. When you stared back you saw Silvia sending thumbs-up in the air.

    - This silly idiot… tomorrow I have to tell her everything… - you giggled.

    While you were waiting for the taxi, you tried to save your ass a bit.

    - Christian, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you mad, I drank too much and wasn’t in the right mind.

    He turned his head, still grabbing your wrist strong, and whispered in you ear:

    - You did this on purpose baby girl, both of us know this and pray for God to be gracious with you from now on, coz when we finally get home I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up.

    You got chills. And your whole body got goosebumps too. Plus you felt that guilty pleasure climbing up in your core.

    - Christian this is bullshit I didn’t…

    - Shut up, just shut up baby girl don’t make the things worse, no fuckin’ words until we get home!

    So you didn’t say anything until you two got home…


    The stairway was dark and quiet, you barely see anything but somehow you managed to get into your apartment. The second part of the game started.

    - Christian are you still mad? Please don’t misunderstand this whole situation I was just… partying, those guys didn’t mean anything to me, I didn’t even know them… - you started innocently when he pushed you to the wall, grabbed your wrists and put them above your head.

    - Oh stop talking nonsense Y/N, and better stop with this fairytale story too, now you should start thinking how you gonna redeem this mess… - his gaze was no joke that lustfilled eyes didn’t guarantee mercy and he was close. Too close to you, pushing to the wall with all of his weight. And he smelt so good. His fragrance always killed you and you could differentiate this smell from thousands of other parfums. It was his, only his. You decided to play another card.

    - Please don’t be mad at me, I will do anything daddy… - you bited your lips and looked into his eyes.

    - You lil’ shit… - he kissed you roughly, grabbing your hair with one hand while with the another he was still holding your wrists firmly.

    - Daddy is fuckin’ so pissed right now baby, you teased me a lot… - his mouth was all over on you, started from your neck, down to your collarbones and now between your breasts. He let go your wrists, squeezing your butt with both of his hands. You can’t help but let out a moan.

    - Christian, please… I want you so badly.

    - Oh really? Those two can’t fuck you that good like me, ha? – he didn’t wait for your response when he kissed you again and pulled down the zip on your dress. You were also in a rush unbuttoning his shirt, touching his bare chest, his tattoos, his arms down to his abs until you found his belt and unbuckled it. After that you unbuttoned his pants too, letting it fall while he took off your bra and your panties, a nipple went straight into his mouth, sucking it passionately and caresses the other with his hand, drawing circles and pulling it until both of them were hard. You were a moaning mess, your fingers were digging in his hair wanting more and more.

    - Daaad enough, please it’s too much, I can’t… I can’t… - you whined.

    - Enough?! Oh honey look, we’re still in the hall, and I didn’t even touch you there yet… hands up like before! – he ordered and you put up your arms. He grabbed your wrists again with one hand, and the another started to wondering between your thights. He kissed you again, biting and sucking on your bottom lip, his tongue twirling everywhere until you moaned into his mouth.

    - Baby girl, you’re so wet for me, you’re dripping – he said it teasingly while his fingers went up and down on your folds at a really slow pace. His eyes never lost contact with yours and seeing his wanting-gaze turned you on more.

    - Tell me how much you want me baby girl, tell daddy how much you want his cock inside your dripping pussy – his voice was deep and raspy, and his fingers started to move faster and faster on your clit.

    - Fuck Christian… I want you, please… I want you inside me, please daddy fuck me I’ll be a good girl just fuck me for the fuck’s sake… - you were in daze, your whole body was about to explode.

    - Mmm… my baby you want me this badly? Well, I told you I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up… - he inserted a finger into you, and you just moaned into his neck grabbing his hair.

    - Ah Y/N you’re so fuckin’ wet – he pumped his finger in and out at a slow pace, adding another digit and catching up a quick speed.

    - Maybe I should taste why are you this wet? Am I this good babe? Tell me… - he purred into your ear sending chills down your body.

    - Christian please… I can’t take this anymore, it feels good, it feels sooo good – you mewled.

    - Oh no no, the morning is still a bit far away darlin’ you have to bare with me a little more – he smirked at you, letting go of your hands and kneeled down in front of you closing his mouth on your wetness. He was licking your folds up and down, finding your clit and sucking on it while his fingers were pumping in and out. He was always eating you out like a dessert, enjoying it so much.

    - Daaad I really can’t take it anymore I’m gonna cum… - you arched your back and moaning loudly.

    - Then cum for me babe, moan for me until the neighbors will come over.

    This pushed you over the edge, your orgasm washed everything away, you screamed out his name, cursing out loud, while he was still fingering you and licking your pussy until your last pleasure wave ended.

    - That’s my baby girl – he kissed you with his plumped lips letting you taste yourself. You hooked your legs around his hips and he took you in the bedroom and dropped you on the bed. You sat up immediately, watching him taking off his boxers. He was so hard and sexy as fuck, you gulped and licked your lips while he started to jerk himself up more, his fingers running slowly on his length, looking deeply into your eyes. Without any words he moved closer to you, touching your lips with his throbbing cock. You wanted to suck him badly, you were literally drooling.

    - Aye, babe you want me this much? – he let his tip into your mouth. You started to lick him, twirling your tongue around him, earning a hiss.

    - Christian, please I want you in my mouth… don’t do this to me – you begged him with no shame.

    - Mm you were so so bad to me today babe, what should I do with you, ha? – he kissed you with passion, gathering your hair into a ponytail. And he put his cock in your mouth. He started to roll his hips, moving his member in and out while his hand was holding your hair. He tasted so good, your mouth was full with him. You had no control in your movements he was harsh, fucking your mouth mercilessly almost choking on him but you didn’t mind, you were still burning for him, your pussy aching for some skinship. Also his deep moans turned you on more, seeing his wavering abs, his sweaty chest and arms made your womanhood even more wet.

    - Fuck, baby girl you’re so good, but I can’t take this anymore – he clenched his teeth, moving out quickly, really close to cum but he didn’t… he was testing his limits.

    - Turn around honey, turn around for daddy – he said, and you did as he told.

    His cock was eager to find your entrance, pushing it deeply into your core, stretching you out and fill you completely.

    - Shit, babe you’re so tight and wet for me, you feel so good – he was pounding into you roughly, one hand on your waist and one hand pulling your hair. You can’t help but moan with all your heart, shouting out his name over and over.

    - Fuck Y/N, if you continue this loud mess I can’t hold myself back for too long – but you also couldn’t hold back yourself, his thrusts were getting deeper and deeper bringing your next orgasm close. You arched your back, grabbing his thights, while he was covering your mouth and started to rub your clit.

    - Ah babe I’m so close, fuck I can’t hold back, you’re so wet, I wanna cum all over on your tits baby girl – his husky voice filled your ear pushing towards your edge, when he took out himself, turned you around and came on your breasts. He spreaded his cum with his cock on your nipples, putting his thumb into your mouth and you sucked it while watched his rosy and sweaty face.

    - I’m sorry baby, I didn’t plan this way, maybe I need some fuel to refill my energy – he went to your drawer getting some wet tissues.

    - You know Y/N, you look utterly sexy like this – he was wiping up the mess, after that he kissed you softly, carressing your hair.

    - But my girl didn’t get everything before because of me, come on princess spread those legs for daddy – he went down on you but he was much more softer and sensual this time.

    You put your feet on his shoulders, spreading your legs allowing him to eat you out again. He loved licking your pussy in every way possible, your moans fuelled him as his tongue got faster on your clit.

    - Cum for me honey, I wanna hear you scream – you didn’t know how you always managed to cum to his order but with Christian everything was possible. He held your waist in place, still sucking on your wetness until you ride out your high.

    - Good girl, but I’m afraid I can’t let you sleep yet – you looked down and it seemed he refilled that energy somewhere already.

    He moved you to the center of the bed, laying you down and hovering over you. He kissed your lips, and slipped into you slowly. You bit your lips from the overpowering sensation, your womanhood was totally destroyed by him. However you loved the feeling when you were full with him, feeling every inch of him inside of you.

    He looked into your eyes with love, quiet moans coming from his mouth. His forehead was on yours, when you kissed him and dig in his hair. He was moving at a stable pace, adding deep thrusts frequently. You were so in love with this sensual Christian, the only goal of his was to please you no matter what. He started to massage your clit, giving sloppy kisses on your neck and you felt you’re getting closer and closer again. You were holding onto his shoulders tight, your nails digging into his skin probably causing bruises because of the overhelming stimulation. He quickened his movements to catch up with you.

    - Christian, I’m… I’m coming… oh God you feel so good…, fuck Christian… - you tightened your walls around him, pushing him over the edge, while you also felt your pulsating orgasm giving you nothing but trembling thighs and body. You screamed out his name, your hand clenched with his until he collapsed on you breathing heavily and pulled himself out of you. You kissed his head, carressing his back and he tried to catch his breath rolling to the side.

    - Y/N this was so fuckin’ good, I love you baby girl.

    - I love you too Christian. But to be honest you destroyed my pussy, so no woohoo at least for a week.

    - Are you serious?! – he popped up from the bed quickly and looked at you with puppy eyes.

    - You bastard I only mean sex to you, ha?! – you kicked towards him jokingly.

    - Slow down, lil’ girl I’m gonna hug you to death and cuddle you until you fall asleep, but before lemme close the curtains it’s already too bright outside – he raised his eyebrow and winked at you.

    With your last drop of energy you threw a pillow towards him.

    Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook (M) pt.03

    {pt.04}

    Jungkook x reader

    Genre: Smut plot!

    Word Count: 7,380

    ~ I know I am an awful human, sorry I took so long to update this. Hope you all enjoy anyway! ♡ 

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        “Was he big?”

    I brushed through my tangled hair, my comb getting caught in the knots. I watched Bitsy through the mirror of my vanity. She was sitting crossed legged on my bed, eyes wide with curiosity.

      “Let the poor girl breathe Bitsy,” Coco said stepping out of the bathroom. She had a towel over her head, drying off her wet hair.

       “I can’t! I knew they were fucking but no one believed me.” I tried to hold in my laugh but I couldn’t once Coco started laughing. I couldn’t keep the secret from them forever; especially, not after I came home with melted ice cream and visible hickeys. Bitsy shouted in victory after my confession and would not stop asking me questions about it all. “Did he last long?”

    Coco threw one of my bed pillows at her face, shutting her up. We were all getting ready to go next door. Like Jungkook had said, Jimin and Hobi had come by the house, shortly after me, to invite us over. Convincing us mainly because they swore Jin was the best cook and we simply could not live life without tasting his food.

       “Okay, I have this one? What do you think?” Mina walked in, holding up a blouse she brought from her room. We all turned to look at it, it was a mixture of light blues and rosy pinks. 

       “Isn’t it too thin? Your nips are gonna show through.” I asked looking over at Bitsy. We were trying to find her something to wear because she wanted to look good since it was obvious to everyone that the invitation was for her and Jimin.

        “You say it like it’s a bad thing (Y/n).” Bitsy joked, extending her hands out for Mina to toss her the shirt.

    We all started getting ready once we had our clothes sorted out. We took turns and fought over hair products. It wasn’t anything big to which he had to get all dressed up but they had caught us off guard yesterday; looking tired from the road and dressed like street walkers. I took the chance to do some light makeup, not wanting to make it too obvious that I was wearing any. Only wearing some basic black denim jeans, a white v neck, and my thin green bomber jacket. There was music blasting throughout the whole house as we finished up getting ready.  Almost two hours later, everyone was done and ready to go.

       “Should we go in through the front or back door?” Emi asked and she slipped on her shoes. We all stood in the hall giving glances at each other.

       “Well, their living room is in the front of the house. I guess we should go through there.” I said adjusting my thin jacket and checked myself in the mirror one more time.

       “Oh? So you’ve been in the house already (Y/n)?” Emi gasped playfully. I chose to ignore the comment, cursing myself for letting that slip. They had told us to come by around 7 and we showed up just twenty minutes after.

      

        “Hey, girls! Come on in.” Hobi smiled brightly as he stood back, letting us through the front door. As I walked in, the first thing I smelled was food. My stomach growled instantly, making me remember, that I hadn’t eaten since the morning. Hoseok heard the obnoxious noise and laughed, patting my shoulder as he passed me. “The food should be ready soon.”

    Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi and Yoongi were in the living room; keeping us company. While Jin and Namjoon were in the kitchen setting everything up for dinner. I seamlessly tried to spot Jungkook from my spot on the couch. I could not see him or hear him in the kitchen with the others. 

        “He’s still getting dressed.” I turned my head to Yoongi, who was sitting closest to me. He was scrolling through his phone like he had been doing the whole ten minutes. I stared at him, wondering if I should respond. My cheeks were heating up, slightly embarrassed that I made it obvious. Before I could think to play it cool, the door beside the couch opened and out walk Jungkook. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His entire upper half exposed and dripping in warm water from his shower. We all turned to look at him as he acted surprised to see us here ‘so soon’. 

        “My bad. I just took a quick shower.” He said deciding to not look in my direction. The rest of the girls were very obviously starstruck by his body form but that wasn’t his intention. He was very proudly showing off the bites and scratches I had left on his chest to both of our friends. My face deeply flushed from embarrassment and anger. He was such a little twat. Everyone turn to look at me, with mouths slightly hung open. I bit my lip and looked down at my phone, praying for the food to be ready soon. “Food smells good,” Jungkook said, strolling off happily into his room.

    Before anyone could think to question me about anything; Jin came into the room to invite us all to the table. Everyone took their seats, leaving the seat across from me empty, where Jungkook would sit once he was dressed. We began to eat quietly without him, making small talk amongst ourselves. Jin, being the cook, sat that the head of the table and watched all of us serve the food he had prepared. He seemed very excited and confident for us to taste his food for the first time, he made sure that we tried a little bit of everything. It was delicious obviously, I expected nothing but the best from Jin since walking in through the front door and smelling the food. Jin began telling us about his culinary classes and how he had begun cooking from his mother. In the middle of his story, Jungkook walked out of his room dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans basically, looking fine as hell. Everyone, including me, had stopped listening to Jin for a second just to watch his casually sit down in front of me.

        “So there I was, waiting for the man to give me my order of chicken wings,” Namjoon said with his mouth full. He was trying to speak and chew at the same time without making a mess. “The guy finally comes out with my order and hands it to me. Do you know what he said to me?”

         “My god, Namjoon it was three years ago!” Yoongi groaned shaking his head. Namjoon shushed him and continued dramatically with his story.

        “Both of our hands on the bucket of chicken, eyes locked and he said; ‘Arigatō’ !?” He yelled, tossing his hands in the air before pouting his lips. Jin rolled his eyes and Yoongi shook his head once more.

        “It’s true! I was there and saw the whole thing!” Hobi yelled from across the table, backing up Namjoon’s story.

        “I mean, we don't’ even look Japanese!” I could hear Bitsy giggling next to me and I quickly elbowed her. I know she was only laughing because Namjoon was such a passionate speaker with a lot of hand movements but still.

         “Well, that was ignorant,” Mina said patting Namjoon’s back since he had gotten himself all worked up with the story telling.

        “Some people just think they know it all.” I shrugged after swallowing my food. A quiet chuckle was heard throughout the table. It was uncalled for and everyone glanced at Jungkook; who had not said a word the entire time. “What?” I asked him directly.

    I was legitimately confused on why he was laughing as we all seemed to be. He looked up me, making eye contact for the first time throughout the night. Immediately I recognized the look in his eyes, that cocky, arrogant look he wore when he used his smart mouth.

        “Nothing,” He smirked looking down at his food. He paused as if he was debating on if he should say what was on his mind. “It’s just funny hearing that from you.”

    Everyone stopped moving, stopped chewing, probably stopped breathing, and I was pissed. Joking or not he should know that saying in front of everyone else would not be a smart move. We weren’t in a bedroom behind closed doors, this wasn’t cute and I wasn’t having it.

        “What is that supposed to mean?” I said putting my fork down on the plate. I didn’t take my eyes off of him but he ate normally.

        “Exactly what it sounds like (Y/n).” He shrugged looking down at his phone.
    I decided for the sake of Jin and his hard work that went into making this dinner, I would bite my tongue and let Jungkook’s comment slide. After the awkwardness had passed, Coco had started talking about some random thing. Though I could not get over Jungkook’s unusually behavior. While eating I felt my phone vibrated in my pocket, I would have ignored it but for some reason, I didn’t. I pulled it out of my pocket, keeping it low on my lap so no one would notice. A message from an unsaved number that I didn’t recognize.

    Play along with the argument so we can get out of here.

    I looked up to his Jungkook’s eyes on me. He nodded his head gently, confirming that this was him texting me. How he got my number out of nowhere, I have no idea but his plan was clear.

    You storm out and go home alone. I’ll go lock myself in my room after you leave.

        “So I then realized that I had left my bag on the bus,” Jimin said making everyone laugh. I left my phone on my lap just in case Jungkook needed to tell me anything else.

         “He was running around saying, ‘Lost my bag! Lost my bag!’.” Yoongi laughed; clapping his hands hysterically.

        “We kept losing things on that trip, now that I think about it,” Namjoon said taking a sip of his water.

        “I know. We even lost Taehyung!” Hobi yelled, standing up at the table dramatically.

        “Hey! I chose to be lost.” Taehyung explained. “It’s a beautiful thing being lost in a foreign country.”

    Then they began to argue with Taehyung about his crazy sense of adventure. How many times he had gone off on his own without telling anyone anything. Most of us were finished eating by this time and some of us were even going for a second plate. I decided to grab just a bit more for the sake of staying at the table longer. Jungkook was eating rather slow, he still had a plate full and Yoongi next to him seemed to notice. Yoongi leaned in whispering something under his breath but Jungkook only nodded in response.

    “The point of the story is: When someone tells you to ‘get lost’; you might actually want to try it because it’s wonderful.” Taehyung finally said, stopping everyone from arguing. The boys agreed to disagree and called it a day for that conversation. But I had something else in mind.

        “It’s surprising that Jungkook didn’t lose anything.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I mean, being the youngest, I could imagine you guys had to baby him the entire trip.” Taehyung and Jimin both began to laugh, looking over to Jungkook for a response.

         “I’m not a baby (Y/n). You of all people should know that.” He challenged, placing his hands down from the plate. I took my elbows off the table and shrugged.

        “I don’t know. From what I’ve seen there some parts of you that still need growing.” I heard Hobi choke on his drink at my words. That could have been a low blow from my side but it was the only response I could think of. Jungkook laughed looking away from me, obviously stung by my comment. He caught sight of everyone staring at him and he ran his tongue over his teeth.

         “I sure didn’t hear this complaining last night.” I wanted to laugh at everyone’s reaction, it was priceless, but I needed to maintain the image of us actually fighting.

         “Well, you probably couldn’t hear me from all the noise you were making.” Even Yoongi, who wasn’t easily entertained had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing.

        “Okay, okay,” Namjoon said before Jungkook could respond. “That’s enough you two.” While Namjoon was giving his reasons for not going back and forth, my phone lit up from a text.

    Chill, will ya? You’re roasting me.

    “We should all keep personal matters off the table. We all just came to have a good time, right?” Jungkook completely ignored Namjoo’s words of wisdom and continued with the plan.

        “It would be easier to do that if (Y/n) wasn’t such a drama queen about everything.” Jungkook really just wanted to get off the topic of sex. That was such a random insult but I had to go along with it.

        “Oh! I’m the drama queen?” I said sitting up in my chair. “Jungkook you are literally a 6-year-old in a 19-year-old’s body.”

        “Well, I rather be that, than be a priss who thinks she better than everyone around her.” Ouch. Okay, I had that one coming, I guess.

        “Don’t call me a priss because I know my worth and it’s not anything you can afford!” We might have been fake fighting but my voice was driven by actually rage and adrenaline rush.

        “Trust me (Y/n), it’s not a price difficult to get for free.” Even I was taken back by the comment.  His own tone was very believable if I hadn’t known any different. I heard a few gasps around the table but I didn’t see who because my eyes were locked on him.

        “Are you implying that I’m easy?” I was actually shaking from anger. The heat of arguing was taking over my body and there was no way anyone would think this was fake.
    “You know what!?” I finally said, tossing the napkin I just used to whip my mouth with. “I’m going home.”

        “No, come on (Y/n). He didn’t mean it like that.” Namjoon said looking over to Jungkook for him to apologize. He continued to stuff his mouth with food as I scooted my chair and stood up looking at him.  He looked up at me, meeting my eyes and chewed his food waiting for me to leave. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair.

       “We should go too…” Emi said looking at the other girls. They all nodded and Bitsy gave Jimin an apologetic look.

        “No,” I said placing my hand on her shoulder. “ I want to be alone.”
    I thanked Jin for having me and for the food before I made my way out the door. I stepped outside, the temperature had gotten cooler and the jacket felt just right around me. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I unlocked it to look at the text.

    Keep your window unlocked, and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

    A stupid smirk tugged at my lips, and I bit my thumb to hide it before I ran back home. I opened the front door and quickly kicked my shoes off and pushed them aside. I walked to my room and into the bathroom, where I grabbed the flower-scented lotion, Coco left in there and applied it to the exposed parts of my skin. I cleaned up some of my runny makeup and added lip balm to my tinted lips. I brushed my teeth once again like I had before leaving. Finished up by ruffling my hair in the mirror for some volume and pushed up my breasts in my bra, also for some volume. Once I thought I looked okay, I walked out to realize my room was a fucking mess from all of us getting ready in here. I threw some makeup products into random drawers and the scattered clothes on my bed into the bin in the corner. I made sure the window was unlocked and cracked it open just a bit for some fresh air. I could see Jungkook’s room with its light on but I could not see any sign of him. I took that as a chance to keep fixing things up before he came at my window.
    I light one of my scented candles to freshen up the room a bit before I turned to my drawer. I peeked under my shirt and took a look at the bra I had on, wondering if I should change out of it. I dug through the drawer and came across one of my favorite pair of panties. They were a light color of gray with a darker shade laced around it, that would match perfectly with the dark bra I had on already.

         “Are those for me baby?” Startled I snapped my head towards the window, where Jungkook stood outside of and looked in. I placed my underwear back in the drawer and shut it while he pushed the window up wide. I watched as he pushed himself up and climbed through it effortlessly. I sucked in some air as his biceps flexed with strength and felt myself grow eager already to have those arms around me. Jungkook pushed his hair aside and stood tall with a smirk on his face. He walked closer, giving me no time to react to his hold. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. I could smell his hair from its wash earlier in the night. “Getting ready for me, huh?” He smiled and bit his lip at me. He brushed his nose against my cheek, surely smelling the lotion I applied.

       “Just wanted to make a good impression, is all,” I whispered before pressing my lips against his. I hooked my arm around his neck as he pressed me into his body. His hand moved down to cup my ass from my core.

        “Fuck… you’re so hot when you’re angry.” He groaned pulling away for a moment. His eyes were black and lips blushed red, he looked so fuckable.
    I pulled him back down by his collar, tasting his lips on my tongue. I led him backward to the bed, stumbling on his own feet he fell back onto it. I took the moment to peel my top off and unbutton my jeans. Jungkook’s eyes locked on my chest as he dragged me onto his thighs. With my legs on either side of him; he pulled my waist close to his, and ran his hands tenderly over my skin. He gripped my waist tightly, pushing me down beside him flat on my back. I yelped a small breath at the fall and he was quick to began to remove my jeans. They were tight and he had to slowly pull them off. Taking them off my foot he let his hands caress back up my leg; along with his eyes eating up my figure.  
    I sat up and met him with my mouth, pulling him to hover over me. He kissed down my lips to the hot spots of my neck. My hands were tightly holding and pulling on the thin material of his shirt. The skin underneath was shaped by muscle but also soft and tempting. I had him remove his shirt, showing to me his body that shivered under my hands.

       “Fuck me Jungkook.” I groaned softly taking him by surprise. I didn’t admit that the fake arguing we did had me wet the whole dinner. Watching how his lips talked back to me when he had been eating me out with that same mouth only hours before. It was frustrating in an insanely hot annoying kind of way.
    He was sucking on the skin of my covered breasts, while his hand cupped my heat through my soaked panties. My belly was tensed but he mouth eased me into his hand; soon my hips following their urge for him. My body seemed much more lust driven than usual. I wanted him already and couldn’t find it in me to wait. He reached back up to my lips; his lips were wet by saliva while I ran my tongue over his mouth. My hand fell down to his torso, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers. I pulled his hips closer to mine, the rough material of his jeans brushed against my laced underwear. He groaned a chuckle,  glancing my way under his dark lashes. 

        “All right then…” Jungkook leaned up and began to unbuckle his belt. He started me straight in the eyes, the look making the blood in my body rush. I squirmed in his gaze and he noticed, his eyes trailed down to my thighs that were shut tightly and trembled on the bed. “Come here, kitten.”

    The name made violent goosebumps form all around my body. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me off the bed slightly; with the other hand he yanked off my panties. I had my hands on his shoulders with nowhere else to hold him from. He rolled his hard crotch onto my folds teasingly. My bra pressed against his chest, our hips grinding into the mattress. I struggled to keep my eyes shut at the pressure he was rubbing into my naked clit. I was feeling him under his boxers, feeling how my drenched pussy slid on his cock.

        “You want it, right?” Jungkook asked while he nibbled on my neck. I whimpered and gave a weak nod, letting my head hang back, with my eyes shut. He suddenly bit down on my neck hard and dropped me back onto the bed. I looked up at him as I had lost contact with his crotch. “Answer me.”

        “Y-yes.” I gulped a dry lump in my throat, thirsting for more. His voice was controlling and relentless when he spoke. Jungkook seemed pleased with my answer and moved to pushed down the remainder of his clothes. His erection slapped against his lower abdomen; my clit throbbed at the sight of it. He didn’t hesitate to grab his length in his fist, tugged at it as he spoke.

        “Get on all fours.” I let go of him all at once to do as he said. “And take that bra off too.”

    Tossing the bra to the floor, I positioned myself as he told me. On my hands and knees facing away from Jungkook and my body on display for him. His hands gently touched the side of my thigh, moving up and following the curves of my ass to the dip of my back. It was a simple touch that drove me insane, it was hungry but still without rush. He added a bit of pressure to my lower back, making me arch it down to raise my bottom to where he wanted it. I could feel my folds spread open, soaked and hot, the more I leaned down. Jungkook groaned to himself as he kept running his hands over my ass.

        “What was it you said at dinner?” He teased. He moved onto his knees and was right behind me now. I could feel him there as he fondled my ass cheeks. “Remind me, will you (Y/n)?”

        “Jungkook please-” I shut my mouth by his hand coming down on one of my cheeks; not hard but enough to cut me off and listen to him.

        “No.” He rubbed my skin under his palm as if to apologize. “That pretty mouth should watch what comes out of it.” His other hand ran down my inner thigh, so closer to my core he could surely feel the heat radiating from it. The taunting action made me throw my ass back, hoping to get him to touch me. All I earned was another smack to the same cheek. “You listening, (Y/n)?”

        “Yes! Yes, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even keep his serious voice on, he chuckled at my anguished body. His cold hands suddenly touched my burning core, causing me to squeal at the feeling. He had two fingers from the dripping point of my entrance to my swollen clit, adding hard pressure the entire way down.

        “All that fighting must have turned you on, huh?” I bit on my lip after taking in a shaky breath, he slipped two of his fingers inside of me. “You’re practically dripping already.”

    Just as quick as they went in, he pulled them out and replaced them with something much better and bigger. He was leaned over my back, holding my hips steady, as I struggled to keep myself up. Jungkook eased in, taking time in stretching me out with each thrust, before picking up a pace. There was always a bit quick pause when he was all the way in, feeling my walls wrapped around him perfectly. He was lighting my insides on fire, with the way his cock pulsed already so hard in me. Small moans were trapped in my mouth and I grabbed onto to anything near me.

    Covered in my arousal, Jungkook’s hunger took over and he slammed his hips into me. A yelp left my mouth while his hands gripped my waist tightly. He pulled me back onto his cock with each thrust making it that much harder. My heart began to pound like his hips into me. My eyes shut, imagining how good he must look fucking me from behind  Mouth shut tight and eyes blown into darkness in a lust driven state, and every muscle in his body working and sweating. His fingers were digging into my skin while my nails were on the brink of tearing the pillow. I wanted to turn, to look at his face plastered with pleasure but I could barely support it myself.

         “Oh fuck! Jungkook…” He was hitting spots so deep within me that I couldn’t even see right. I could feel myself drip onto my thigh every time he pulled out. Jungkook grunted and slowed his pace when I moved down from my hands to my forearms. My walls throbbed around him and I leaned my head against my supporting pillow. Jungkook shoved himself inside me roughly, leaning in close to me. His hand cupped my jaw and brought my face upwards,

        “Head up, baby girl.” He held onto my jaw and left sloppy kisses along my cheek. I whined as he continued to deeply thrust, my legs were weak and shaking to give out any moment. Jungkook held my waist once again and leaned his arm against the headboard.

        “There! Fuck, right there.” He was pushing himself from a higher angle, hitting my g spot repeatedly. The bed was making a loud thumping sound against the wall, and his skin was slapping on my mine. His hips pounding into me without rest, his cock was fucking my walls raw. My abdomen was contracting from the please that tingled through my blood rushing veins. My soft moans turned into harsh cries and I gripped his arm around my waist. I just wanted to keep his hands on me as he drove me into pleasure and beyond bliss. My climax was starting to build in the deepest parts of me while he started to slow back down. His breath was at its extreme, slowly guiding his cock in and out of me, trying to maintain himself from coming anytime soon.

        “Fuck…” He both groaned and cursed as he pulled himself completely out of me. I sighed and whined for the loss of connection. I was going to recover enough for me to ask if he was alright but he didn’t give me a chance.
    He grabbed my arm and hip to push over onto my back; finally letting my body resting in the comfort of the mattress. I could look at him now, he was hot and bothered as I imagined. His hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat and parts of his skin were flushed pink. Jungkook was regaining his strength, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Even out of breath I managed to kiss him back, his hand cupped my breast and tugged lightly at my harden nipple. He moved his head down, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. I ran my hand through his locks of hair, pushing them away from his forehead but still holding him close. I hummed at the sensation of his teeth softly grazing at the sensitive skin. My body squirming under his weight and at the empty feeling in my insides. He ran his hand down my side and looked up at me from underneath his lashes. A look like that could kill.

    Jungkook removed himself from my chest, the air hitting my wet skin made my nipple ache from its harden form. He bit his lip down at me as I raised my knee to his waist, hoping to bring his attention back to my needy core. He grabbed the back of my knee in each hand, dragging me down closer to him, my ass his thighs and he began to scoot off the bed. I tried not to giggle as he brought me to the edge of the bed and kneeled down onto the floor. I leaned up on my elbows to get a better view of him, he watched me but his eyes were glued to my folds as soon as he spread my legs.

        “So pink and tight…” He used his thumb to spread my lips wide, scraping past my clit and making me jump. His eyes flickered up to me and a smirk appeared on his lips as he dampened them with his tongue. He leaned in closer, blowing cool air at the heated area and watched me squirm under him. Jungkook chuckled lowly under his breath, thumbing my clit and watching the effect it had on me. There was barely any pressure but the light touch was sending small shocks through my lower half. My hips pushed into the mattress and locked still to keep from moving. It was a small heating sensation when he quickened his pace, I leaned my head back and shut my eyes to take in the sensitivity.

    My mouth shot open when he let go of my folds and ran his tongue over them, so close but not closer enough to where I wanted to feel him the most. My thighs shook as he dug his tongue at my clit harshly; he was flicking at it with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his mouth around it. My hips bucked into his pretty face and the slurping sounds he was ringing in my ears. He was holding onto my ankle, that hung off the bed; while my other foot was digging into his shoulder.

        “Ah! Fuck…”  I watched how it tongue stuck out of his pink lips, how he moved his jaw to create an amazing speed. He ran his mouth lower and began to lap at the juices that flowed from my entrance. I shut my mouth and whimpered, he placed his hand on my thigh moved closer.

        “So good…” Jungkook hummed. Bring his hands up to my tight entrance, he pushed one in and continued to suck at my skin. I had to sit up; I had to take in such a perfect view. I pushed his hair out of the way, gripping it tightly at the top of his head. He rubbed his mouth into my heat while that single finger gave me something to clenched around. He groaned at my grasping walls, knowing very well that I could take much more. Without warning, Jungkook pushed in two other fingers, stretching me out far more so suddenly. I pulled at his hair as he ruthlessly pumped them in; giving no time to adjust to the change. My chest was rising excessively while my stomach tensed and twitched every time his fingers disappeared in me. He sucked and pulled at my clit, completely determined to push me over the edge. His longest finger kept brushing against my sweet stop and the next time going in, I rolled my hips and he hit it dead on.
    I pushed his face into my pussy when he tried to lift his head up to look at me. I could feel him smirk on me but I felt too good to care. I couldn’t keep my body still from all of the hot blood running through my body. My hips were bucking at the perfect pace to feel him the best, we created this rhythm that was driving me to my climax. The heat was building up in my core, making my breath shorten, and muscles tense.

        “That’s it, baby.” My nails dug into his scalp and I trembled over him. A loud, breathless scream left my mouth as the pleasure convulsed through my body. Falling back onto the mattress, my leg locked over his head while he kept pumping his fingers through my orgasm.

        “Jungkook…” My legs quivered as I moved them away from him, but he was running his tongue over me. I barely had any strength to move away from him. I tried to push his head away as the over-stimulation was starting to hurt. Cries left my mouth and my body was twitching as I yanked at his hair.

    He came up with a big smile plastered on his face. He crawled up to kiss me before I had the chance to scold him on his overplay. Is lips tasted like a sweet combination of the both of us, that I couldn't’ help but enjoy his mouth on mine.

        “I could eat you out all night.” All was forgiven since his words had made me blushed; he smiled wide and child-like at my embarrassment. I shied away from his face as he kissed my cheek and stroked my back. He grabbed a hold of me and pushed me up the bed once more. “Lay on your side.”

    Jungkook laid right behind me as if we were going to spoon for the night. I turned my head to meet his and he leaned in to lock his lips with mine. His cock was resting behind my thighs and he ran his hand up to lift my leg up. I kept it up, bent at the knee as he took a hold of his cock and ran it between my soaked folds. His hot breath tickled my neck as he groaned, I reached down and ran my hand over his drenched cock, guiding him to my wet cunt.
    My head rested over his shoulder, his mouth was brushing against my cheek. The head of his dick pushed through my entrance, slowly feeling the stretched all the way into my stomach. He wrapped his arm around my waist, shoving his chest into my back and ass against his crotch. His grip was strong as he began to push in and out of me; I held onto his arm and leaned my head back. The position was amazing it made my back arch like a cat, and I couldn’t stop, my spot he was hitting it. He was thrusting hard and slow, deep thrusts that scratched at my next orgasm. His cock was painfully hard, I could feel it twitch every time my walls pulsed around it.

        “Fuck baby…” Jungkook choked on his grunt. His hand ran over my skin, making it way up to my breasts that were bouncing to his hips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

    My breathing was heavy and so was his against my ear. I reached up to grab his face wanting to look at him. I sometimes forgot just how handsome he was, with his bottom lip between his teeth, revealing the tiny mole he had there. His perfect brows and eyes were creased in concentration and pure bliss. I cupped his cheek and his eyes opened at my touch. It was a strange moment where we stared into each others eyes, something we hadn’t really done before. There were lust and desire but I was afraid to see anything else but that. I was afraid to feel anything else.

        “Make me come, please.” He leaned in and kissed my lips. His lips felt hot and soft, it was barely a kiss with all the tongue and groaning involved. “Are you close?”

        “Too close.” He laughed breathlessly. He jerked his hips into me faster; a constant scream fell from my mouth and caused me to scratched at his arm. His hot cock created a burning feeling in my center that was spreading through my veins. I felt my head grow lighter with every thrust he gave. I felt the need to stay close to him and hold on or I would fade away. His balls were slapping against his own skin and the sound echoed in my head. His hand left my breast and ran down to my throbbing clit. The second his cold fingers made contact with it I began to cry, with the added pleasure was just overwhelmingly painful. His name was leaving my mouth like broken ballad and my name never sounded so good in anyone’s mouth.

    His hips were hitting hard against my ass and words began to choke in my mouth. I was no longer able to produce words but merely sounds of satisfaction. He rubbed my clit back and forth as fast as his wrist would let him, making my legs squirm and shut around his hand. He grunted as it made my pussy tighter on his dick and he begged me to keep my legs like that. His fingers rubbed my skin to the bone as he desperately fucked me. His mouth was struggling to kiss my neck but still managed to leave love bites on it.
    I felt myself coming with a pathetic scream of his name. My mind was blank like a white room and I could only hear the irregular rhythmic beating of my heart. Feeling my chest jerk and legs shake to my curled toes while he took me through it. My legs were clamped shut and I felt my entire cunt pulse as he quickly pulled out. He groaned loudly, I could only hear him pumping his wet cock behind me. I had just enough strength to turn and watch his beautiful face contour when he came all over my ass. The sight of his abs tensing up and his dick dripping from in his come and mine made me moan loudly. He pumped himself slowly, milking every last drop he had to offer while his other hand was still between my legs.

       “Holy fuck…” Jungkook sighed, not daring to move an inch until he recollected himself. A smile spread across my lips at how good he looked after coming. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see and pulled the nearest pillow for me to cuddle with.


    After a moment or two, I saw Jungkook arm reach up to grab a towel that was hanging over the headboard. He asked if he could his use it and I just hummed to grant him permission since I was too comfortable to care. Seconds later I felt the fluffy towel wipe over my butt, taking off any residue of him.

       “Have I told you how great of an ass you have (Y/n)?” I turned over to look at him and found him kneeling over my ass with a smile on his face. I tried not to smile back but it came out as a smug either way.

       “Shut up.” I giggled playfully. He tossed the dirty towel into the corner for me to pick up later and he moved over me to the edge of the bed. I watched grab his boxers and sliding them on.

        “I’m sorry.” My eyes switched to him as he just sat facing away from. He sounded a bit upset and embarrassed from what I could tell.

        “For what?” I asked confused. I turned up to get a better look at him since he turned to look my way.

       “What I said to you at dinner; I didn’t mean any of that.” His apology was sincere. It made my heart ache and made it hard to believe this was the same guy who just fucked me into the mattress.

        “Jungkook I know that.” I smiled and shrugged. It was obvious, though cocky, Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy to disrespect and contempt women. He knew I hadn’t taken any of it to offense but his conscious couldn’t drop it without my reassurance.

        “Mind If I use your bathroom?” He asked after nodding and standing up. He signaled to the door by my bed, while he adjusted his junk in his underwear. I simply nodded and sat up to walk over to my drawer to find new underwear for myself.

        “Oh wait.” I suddenly said, making Jungkook turn back from the door to look at me. “I forgot that bathroom doesn’t work. You can use the one across the hall.”

    I said leaning across the dresser, reaching down to slip on my girl boxers. He shook his head and walked out of the room to the other bathroom. I quickly moved to grab his clothes off the floor and loosely fold them into a pile outside of the door. I shut the door to my room quietly and clicked the lock; before putting on a gray tank top and walking over to my bathroom.
    I turned on the lights and stepped in front of the mirror; moving my hair to the side to look at the marks bruising my skin. I grabbed a scrunchy and threw my hair into a messy bun to keep it from sticking to my sweaty neck. The past events played through my head over and over again, not knowing what I got from dreaming about them. What I won from questioning myself on what this was leading to. I liked Jungkook; I liked him too much for my own good. For the moment the attraction was all physical and that’s how I wanted it to stay. I just hoped he wanted the same. I heard my door knob jiggle as he tried to get into the room.

    I know he could hear me step to the door because he let go of the knob once I stood in front of it. I leaned my shoulder against the white door and laid my head against it.

        “Oh come on, (Y/n).” Jungkook chuckled. I heard a thud against the door, which could have been his hand resting against the other side.“ I mean, I know you like it rough but isn’t this a little mean?”

    I smiled at hearing his laugh, knowing he didn’t mind my rejection all that much. I didn’t want to make him feel bad since it wasn’t anything personal; just a matter of safe precaution from my part. He waited for a moment seeing if I would say anything in response. “I’ve never met a girl who doesn’t like to spooning after sex…”

      “I prefer just the forking.” He laughed again, sweetly, but I could hear a bit of disappointment in his voice. There was a small sigh leaving his lips before a much louder thump hit the door, which could only be his back. “Hey…”

       “Yeah?” He mumbled faintly, a bit of hope lingered in his voice.

       “How did you get my phone number?” I asked with full interest for the mystery.

       “I’ll tell you if you let me in.” He promised. I could hear the smile in his words, just imagining his bunny teeth showing through his rosy lips. I chose not to respond when he already knew the answer. There was a bit of guilt that I tried to chew off my lip during the silence between the door. “Have a good night, (Y/n).”

        “Night, Jungkook.”


    anonymous asked:

    spideychelle prompsoal headcanons!

    ahhh, hello! sorry it took me a while to write these ones. i fell asleep and also prom is such a funny thing. bUT. here are some headcanons :)

    • peter’s a bit worried about prom. not because it’s prom or because it’s supposed to be this huge high school thing that you remember for the rest of your lives.
    • that’s actually what he’s worried about
    • last time he went to a school dance? not the best experience. homecoming sophomore year was one of the worst days of his life. not only did he have to leave behind liz allan, the girl of his dreams who turned out to have a villain as a father, but he also had to fight said father and almost died while doing it.
    • he still wakes up some nights, screaming out as the building falling on top of him disappears. his screams turn to tears as he stares at the bottom of the top bunk bed and may comes in and holds him tight to her chest. it’s been over a year, but he still gets the nightmares.
    • so he’s not excited for junior prom. sue him.
    • ned’s been trying to convince him to go. the decathlon team is all planning on renting a party bus and heading over together. which, peter admits sounds fun. a part of him really wants to go. but he can’t shake this feeling that something will inevitably go wrong and his night will be ruined and the nightmares will never end.
    • and then mj asks him to prom. well, kind of.
    • it’s a boring wednesday during lunch, ned is still getting his food because he had to speak with mr. harrington after class. so it’s just peter and mj at the lunch table. (she sits across from them these days.)
    • “so, my parents have been asking me about who my date is for prom and i want them to stop, so can i just say it’s you?”
    • “what?”
    • mj groans, lifting her eyes from her book so she can roll them at peter. “my goodness, parker, for a genius you’re really dense. can you be my date to prom so my parents get off my back?”
    • and. he’s honestly stupefied. because: “wait, you’re actually going to prom?”
    • “yes, peter. i’m allowed to want to spend time with my friends, you know.”
    • “yeah, of course, i just-” he doesn’t actually know what he thought. she did go to homecoming for the last two years, so it makes sense she’d be going to junior prom. but then: “wait, is this how you’re asking me to junior prom?”
    • michelle’s cheeks tinge slightly more pink and she looks back at her book. “i told you, my parents-”
    • “i know what your parents want, but what do you want?” he doesn’t know why he asks that. mj is his friend. has been for the better part of a year. she joins he and ned on their snack breaks and movie nights and study dates. he doesn’t want her to be his date to prom. he’s not even planning on going to prom. but then
    • “i mean,” she coughs, keeping her eyes trained on her book. “i guess it would be fun to go with you.”
    • his face lights up and he smiles all bright and wide. “you want to go to prom with me!
    • “no, i don’t!”
    • “that’s literally what you just said!”
    • “shut up, parker. that’s not what i said.” and she slinks further into her seat and scrunches her eyebrows together and she’s putting her head even further into her book and she looks so adorable. and, oh. oh. he doesn’t expect the sudden quickening of his heart or the flush that rises to his cheeks. he doesn’t like mj that way. he doesn’t, he never, they’re just friends.
    • and then ned plops down into the seat next to him and peter can’t say anything further and michelle is leaving before he can answer her and he feels badly because she looks disappointed. but he doesn’t, he didn’t even think about the possibility that he could have feelings for her in that way until like five minutes ago when she asked him to prom.
    • so, when their last period of the day rolls around, he sits next to michelle and scratches out a small note, which he hands to her when their teacher starts talking about the mitochondrial dna.
    • i’d say yes if you asked me properly.
    • when she finally looks up at him, shocked, he smiles and whispers, “you have to at least buy me dinner first, mj.”
    • she shoves him lightly and then pays attention to their teacher drone on and on for the rest of the day. she seems to have a small smile on her face but she doesn’t say anything else on the matter.
    • peter wonders for a brief moment if he’s messed this up and she’s decides to just ask someone else. and he tells himself he shouldn’t be disappointed because he didn’t want to go to prom anyway. but that was before he knew mj wanted him to be her date.
    • but then at decathlon practice the next day, michelle is grilling him on russian history around wwi when suddenly she asks: “true or false. on may 8, 2019, michelle jones asked peter parker to the prom.”
    • and
    • is she for real?
    • he looks around at all his teammates, who all have their eyes trained on him. they seem to be excited, sitting on the edges of their seats. they also must surely see the blush on his cheeks.
    • “uh,” he manages to get out. “true.”
    • he hears her whisper, “oh god.” and then ned comes in (and wait, when did he leave?) and he’s carrying this big bouquet of red roses. but as ned gets closer, peter can see that there are a few white roses in the mix. and the white roses spell out the word “prom”.
    • ned hands the bouquet to michelle and she walks over to peter. she won’t meet his eye as she hands him to bouquet and opens her jacket to reveal a shirt with a “?” across the middle.
    • and, peter is shocked. it’s been one day. did she already have a shirt with a question mark on it? how did she get flowers so quickly? she told the whole decathlon team without him knowing? how did she arrange this?
    • and then, sensing his confusion, michelle sighs. “my dad is a florist. i’ve had this shirt for years. logistics aside, will you go to prom with me, you loser?”
    • peter stares at her for a few moments, dumbstruck. and then he nods his head, smile growing when he hears the decathlon team cheer. mj smiles. she smiles in a way that’s small and as if she can’t help it. like she’s tried keeping it off her face, but the joy is too powerful.
    • so peter stands up and he hugs her tightly. her arms slowly wrap around his torso and the team cheers even louder. he thinks he hears flash yell: “get a room, you dorks!” but peter doesn’t care because he’s pressed up against michelle and her hair smells nice and it feels good against his face.
    • “thanks for asking me properly.” he whispers, moving so his face is smushed even further into her hair.
    • “thanks for saying yes.” and at this peter pulls back, and michelle looks so…vulnerable. and peter wants her to know he’s not going to hurt her. that she is giving him a gift by letting her walls down with him and he won’t ruin that.
    • “for you, anything.” and michelle punches him in the shoulder and laughs, calling him a loser. but peter just smiles. because michelle jones has a crush on him and she got him flowers and he’s going to go to prom with her.
    • wait until he tells aunt may.

    majestic-tumbleweed  asked:

    If you don't mind, what brushes and technique do you use for your shading? Your art is so gorgeous!

    Not at all! Thank you for the lovely words :)

    For brushes, I switch between three different packs:
    Ahmed Aldoori’s PS brushes
    Istebrak’s Skin and Blending brushes
    * Marc Brunet’s Starter Brush Pack

    The first is completely free, and is actually the one I use the most!


    As for shading, I don’t really have a set technique… but I guess there’s some method to my madness. This is also a good excuse to get some use out of a sketch I abandoned.

    There are three things to note before I get into it. First, I work on a form shadow to cast shadow system. Second, I paint skin in the same way I put on makeup. Thirdly, this probably isn’t the best way to go about shading, but it is the way I do it… Most of the time.

    1. I start off by working with “form shadows”, and from dark to light. Basically, I make deeper set areas darker, focusing on the nose, eyes and cheekbones to give them definition.

    2. Next I add in the lightest areas: cheeks, nose and chin. All on the same layer.

    3. I create a new layer underneath the first, with a mid toned colour, generally warmer than the highlight and shadow colours.

    4. Next, I add another colour into the mix, generally a pink or a purple. This is what I use to start blending the shadows in. I use the eyedropper technique (here).

    5. Detail work… Mostly just me adding makeup and shiny things.

    6. And here comes my favorite part: adding in a secondary light source and then going crazy with the highlights. Still on the same layer

    7. Time for cast shadows! Taking into account my choice of secondary light source from before, I add in strong shadows on a new multiply layer (just in case I mess up). I tend to focus on the shadows cast by the nose, the brow ridge and the neck.

    8. More detail work. Here’s where I add warmth (and by warmth, I mean blushies) and texture to the skin. And eyes! If I’m working on an important piece, I’ll also blur out or erase some of my linework, to make things looks more polished.

    9. Rinse and repeat on everything else. Except not here, because this sketch is a throwaway and I’m lazy.


    I hope this was somewhat helpful! Here’s a process gif for good measure :)

    White T-shirt (Mark Fluff)

    Mark X Reader

    Genre: very fluffy

    Word count: 900+

    You and Mark had waited forever for this day, the day you both had free time. Mark was busy promoting 24/7 in NCT, the group he was a member of, and you were always so busy with school. You were unbelievably proud of him for participating in so many debuts, comebacks, and much more. You couldn’t help but miss him though, he was gone so often. He missed you just as much. But today was finally the day, you two could hang out together!

    You sat on the couch exhausted from the day, then you got that text from Mark, and it felt like you had 1000 bolts of energy surging through you

    .  

    Mark: I’m on my way darlingggg 💗

    You: Ew you’re cheesy 😜😜

    Mark: Hey, that’s my job lmao. See you soon~

    Your heart was beating one million miles a minute, you were finally going to see Mark after months of waiting!

    You heard a small knock at your door, you ran at the speed of light and opened it with a smile. There was your beautiful boyfriend Mark Lee. He walked closer to you and without any words, squeezed you tight in his arms and kissed the top of your head. “I missed you so much.” He said breaking the silence. “I missed you more, you don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” You replied back. “I know (y/n). I’m so lucky to have you, I really do appreciate how patient you are and how you’re always supporting me. I wish I could be here with you all the time.” Mark said shyly. You were blushing out of your wits. “Mark, I’ll always be here for you. I love you, and I don’t know what I would do without you.” You said sweetly. Mark giggled slightly, “who’s the cheesy one now, huh?” He smiled. You stuck out your tongue at him and started laughing. “Yo, I have to go to the bathroom really bad, I’ll be back out okay?” He said, making his way to the bathroom.

    “Okay, I’m gonna get some pajama’s on while you do that.” You said back. He headed for the bathroom and you jogged to your room quietly. You grabbed a pair of sleep shorts and slipped them on. Then you saw a white t-shirt laying on the floor. It was Mark’s shirt, he had left it last time he was over. You picked it up and held it for a moment, smelling it to see if it was alright to wear. Your eyes widened in shock, it still smelled just like him. You took off your blouse and put the white t-shirt on and went back to sit on the couch, grabbing a big blanket on the way. You sat patiently waiting for Mark to be finished, he was changing into his pajama’s too. You heard the door to the bathroom open and Mark’s small footsteps coming toward you.

    “So I was thinking maybe we could wat-” Mark paused his sentence and looked at you with wide eyes. You were scared for a moment. “Is that my shirt (y/n)?” He said. You nodded slowly. “Oh, sorry yeah it’s yours, it’s just-” you paused for a moment too. “What?” He said confused. You continued, “It’s just that, it smells just like you, and things that remind me of you make me really happy.” Mark looked at you and started giggling his cute little giggles, he walked over to you and snatched the blanket out of your hand. “Hey!” You said, surprised, and then Mark picked you up off the couch and wrapped you inside the large blanket, covering your entire head and body and sat you on his lap and squeezed you tight. “(y/n)” he finally said after the random act of affection. “What” you said laughing, the blanket muffling your voice. “You are literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” He said. Mark had a thing for seeing you in his clothes, he thought it was the most adorable thing ever. And when you said stuff that reminds you of him makes you happy, his heart fluttered at the cuteness. You were lucky Mark had wrapped you under the blanket, or he would be able to see what a blushy mess you were. “Mark, I love you.” You mustered out. He unwrapped you from the blanket and turned you around on his lap to face him. He pressed a little peck onto your lips. “Bet I love you more!” He said. You giggled, and said “BET BOI??” Mark laughed, and started tickling you, you kicked and let out a cry, you were very ticklish. But so was Mark, so you decided to strike back and tickle his armpits. He shouted and couldn’t stop giggling, you loved his goofy little smile with all your heart. “OKAY, YOU WIN!!” He mustered out through laughter. You let out an evil laugh. “I knew I would sucka.” You sat down next to him and he muffled your hair.

    “So anyways, I was thinking we could watch a movie.” He said, turning to you. You nodded approvingly. “Sounds good to me. But, what movie?” You asked. He smiled his goofy smile again. “Moana!” He finally said. “It’s on Netflix now and I haven’t gotten to watch it yet!” He was so giddy about the movie. You smiled at Mark and nodded. He gave a small cheer and grabbed the remote. You couldn’t help but snicker at how cute Mark was. He’s a dork, you thought. But he’s my dork. And you guys settled down for the night.

    Originally posted by neotechs

    .: how to catch a nerd 1 :.

    time to make you thirst for hot nerd! peter 👅 I told nat the only fictional part of homecoming is how no one has a crush on Peter.

    can you believe all peter has to do in his movie is mess up that dorky haircut of his and he’d be the hot nerd?

    [how to catch a nerd tags] n/a

    **dont plagiarize/repost this story**

    warnings: a few cuss words

    ——

    Your best friend Sera, was very excited about you transferring to Midtown High. Your parents had recently moved to a nice, suburban neighborhood, which now put you closer to Midtown’s district.

    To make a long story short, you and Sera were good friends during your elementary and middle school years, but split apart during the start of high school. You went to Hagstrom Academy while she went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. It wasn’t until the start of your sophomore year that you realized that you were going to transfer to Sera’s school after your move, and she was ecstatic to say the least.

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    DEAR EVAN HANSEN LYRIC STARTERS ! 
         feel free to change any pronouns & such & make it more like your muse would say it, if you need to ! <3

    “ have you been writing those letters to yourself? ”
    “ dear ____, today’s gonna be a good day & here’s why…”
    “ can we try to have an optimistic outlook, huh? ”
    “ can we buck up just enough to see the world won’t fall apart? ”
    “ we’re not giving up before we’ve tried. ”
    “ this year, we make a new start. ”
    “ perfect. ”
    “ i’m proud of you already. ”
    “ another stellar conversation for the scrapbook. ”
    “ i’m kinda coming up empty. ”
    “ does anybody have a map? ”
    “ anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this? ”
    “ i don’t know if you can tell, but this is just me pretending to know. ”
    “ i need a clue. ”
    “ the scary truth is i’m flying blind. ”
    “ i’m making this up as i go. ”
    “ you are not missing the first day. ”
    “ i already said i’d go tomorrow. ”
    “ he doesn’t listen. ”
    “ look at him, he’s probably high.”
    “ he’s definitely high. ”
    “ each days another wrong turn. ”
    “ i’ve learned to slam on the brake before i even turn the key. ”
    “ give them no reason to stare. ”

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    Bloom (1/?)

    This has been a work in progress for quite some time. It started as a response to the fact that OUAT seemingly cannot have a normal pregnancy on this show without it being traumatic or otherwise very sad. This is the result. This series will be following the arc of Emma’s totally normal, only lightly angsty pregnancy that will end 100% happy. That is my guarantee. No prophecies. No speeding up. A super normal pregnancy.

    As for the timing of posting this…well, we could all use some fluff, and I’m not letting reality get me down. So, presenting, “The Happiest Pregnancy Ever”

    Also on A03.

    Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.
    -Rumi

    Emma tapped her fingers on the table, her nails clack-clack-clacking on the wood with each downward press. She listened to the steady tick-tock of the clock, understanding with sudden clarity why Barrie had one haunt his interpretation of her husband. 

    Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

    Her husband wasn’t home. He was at store working his way down the list of things she’d hastily scribbled before he walked out the door. The list was long, and she didn’t really need half the things she sent him to buy, but she needed him gone, not anywhere near her while she processed the impending changes to their life. He would be home soon, which meant that she had to decide just what course of action to take.

    Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

    The house was quiet. Whenever Henry stayed with Regina, there was a certain stillness to their home. Even when he was there, he opted to listen to music via headphones. He was teenager, meaning he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. She liked the quiet, sometimes. Other times, not so much. It reminded Emma of her time as the Dark One – the house barren, dead. 

    It won’t be like that much longer.

    Emma fingered the stick in front of her. It read “pregnant” in small letters. She sprung for the test that said pregnant or not pregnant. She didn’t want to take any chances with lines or ink. It was clear as day that way. No mistakes.

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    angeloaktree  asked:

    Hello lovely! Just wanted to say that your imagines are beyond wonderful! I constantly read them through out the day and I wish I could write as good as you. I have a request if you don't mind. Can you write one where Betty somehow meets Jughead's father (you can come up with the scenario, if you want) and later Jughead finds out then panics, because he's worried that Betty's opinion about him will change since he's dad is a serpent. Thank you kindly and keep up the good work!!

    Thankyou so much! I can’t tell you must I appreciate that!
    ***

    Jughead pulled his heavy bag along the dirt, the trailer park was quiet at this time, everyone who lived here was usually sleeping or doing something illegal. He had just started living here, his dad and him were repairing their relationship, it was definitely a slow road but they were making progress.

    Spotting his home in the distance, he lifted his bag. Suddenly a very familiar blonde ponytail was walking out the front door of his trailer, followed closely by his father.

    “What the hell?” He was quick to duck behind a post, what was betty doing at his place? And why was she having a conversation with his father.

    He was ready to jump in and Save her from whatever uncomfortable situation his father had gotten her mixed up in, when he noticed the pair laughing and smiling. His dad placed a hand on Betty’s shoulder and jughead could make out the words

    “Thank you Betty, I really appreciate it.”

    Betty nodded

    “I’m doing this for Jughead. Don’t mess it up.” He could tell she was trying to be intimidating, but she just looked out of place. Her perfectly pressed light blue shirt, white tank top and pastel pink cardigan stuck out amongst the junkyard of dirt and trash.

    “I won’t. You’re a good friend , girl.”

    She blushed

    “I better get home before Jughead shows up. So I’ll see you Saturday? Bright and early?”

    He nodded as Betty walked down the step

    “I’ll be there at 7:30 on the dot.”

    She put her thumbs up and walked away smiling at his father as she left.

    Leaning farther against the post as Betty walked past, he quickly slipped behind her, heading towards his house more angry than he had been in a long time.

    Slamming the front door shut, he stood in front of his father, eyes narrowed as his bag hit the floor with a loud

    “THUD”

    His dad looked up from the paper he was reading “hey jug. How was school?”

    Cutting to the chase

    “Why was Betty here?”

    His fathers eyes widened

    “How did you..?”

    “Oh please, like I wouldn’t see her, she doesn’t belong here dad. She doesn’t belong talking to you. And whatever mess you’ve gotten her in. I want her out of it. Now.” Jughead was fuming and his authoritative voice was loud

    “Calm down Forsythe. Betty’s not in any mess. And if she was I have a feeling that girl can get herself out of any problem. She’s a good girl.”

    Jughead slammed his hands on the table

    “Yeah she is, exactly why I don’t want you talking to her. I don’t want her here. Why was she here?!”

    “She was here to help me out.” His father said an underlying hint of embarrassment lacing his words

    “What? What kind of help?”

    “She got me a job Jughead. I’m gonna be working at her fathers mechanic shop. He needed someone to fix the motorcycles and Betty told him about me. It’s a real job, with benefits and everything.” It was obvious he was excited and jughead felt his shoulders lose all that tension he had been holding

    “How did she know where we live?”

    Jugheads dad shook his head, smiling slightly

    “Come on boy, I didn’t raise you to be that oblivious did I? The girls got it bad for you. She was worried. She followed you home, found out who I was and didn’t give it a second thought. Just found a way to help. You can do much worse son. Much worse.”

    Quickly jughead was out the door, heading towards Betty’s house, running faster than he thought possible.

    Panting and out of breath he knocked on the door, leaning over and placing his hands to his knees.

    Lifting his head at the sound of the opening door, his eyes caught Betty’s bright green ones, her normal tight pony tail was replaced by a messy bun on the top of her head.

    “Juggie? Are you okay? What are you doing here?”

    He had her in his arms in seconds flat. Lips on hers, delicious taste of strawberry lipgloss filling his mouth.

    She squeaked in surprise but quickly adjusted, moving tighter into him and attacking his mouth with equal vigor.

    He pulled away, hands still tight on her waist

    “Oh” she whispered

    “Betty Cooper, you really are something else.”

    Don't Listen To Them... (Liam Dunbar imagine)

    Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

    Request: write one about Liam with a plus size Reader who’s very self conscious and they meet because he saves her from getting bullied

    Warning(s): bullying, cussing, and i think that’s it also sorry if your name is Rebecca (the bully) I just thought of a random name.

    DISCLAIMER: Rebecca is the bully and (Y/N) is the reader. just to clear that up

    NOTE: Sorry if it’s short and i just want to say you are all amazing and beautiful in your own unique way and keep doing you and what you love to do. 

    Also if you see someone getting bullied, please do something or tell someone. Be nice to them, don’t make fun of them for their weight, looks, etc. Cause the reason why I put Liam to say “You wouldn’t like it if someone said those things to you” is because it’s true, no one ever does so please just be nice to people and be careful about what you say.


    I sighed as I walked up to the entrance of the school, maybe today will be a good day. I take a deep breathe in and exhaled as soon and I opened the doors to Beacon Hills High. I ignored all the looks I get from certain people and held my head up high while walking down the halls to get to my locker.

    I look around before opening my locker and exchanged things from my backpack to my locker, ‘so far so good’ I think to myself while closing my locker but instantly regret what I thought.

    I came face to face with Rebecca aka Beacon Hills High Queen Bitch. Even though she was a bitch she was still prettier than me and I couldn’t help but believe all things she has said to me.

    “Oh hey (Y/N), I would say I didn’t see you there but that would be a total lie, you’re too big to miss” Rebecca says smirking while her kiss up minions were laughing behind her. “Leave me alone Rebecca” I say pushing past her and walked to class and found my seat.

    Unfortunately, I had my first class and lunch with Rebecca and her stupid minions. Everyone was already in class and as soon as she came in the room it got quiet and awkward because no one wanted to mess with her and her friends and no one was going to address her and her friends about the way they act.

    “What’s up with the elephant in the room? And I’m not talking about the tension in here, I’m talking about (Y/N)” Rebecca comments and everyone looks at me while I hide my face waiting for class to be over.


    Class was quickly over and I walked out of the room but before I knew it I tripped. I hear Rebecca laugh and some other students laugh along with her. “Watch where you’re walking fatty, are you too big to even see where you’re feet are walking?” Rebecca questions.

    I quickly get up and turn to her, “Fuck you Rebecca” I spat and walked away while hearing her yell, “Better watch your back (Y/N)!”. Soon lunch rolled around and I sat with my friend Taylor but she got up to go to the library. I got up to buy water from outside at the vending machine before being shoved to the ground, “God I’m surprised I’m able to push you considering you’re too heavy” the voice says as I look up to see Rebecca looking down at me. I looked around to see a few people around us laughing.

    I stood up and looked at her, “I’m sick of your bullshit, leave me alone”. Rebecca laughs, “Sorry no can do” she replies. “You’re such a fucking bitch” I add. Rebecca chuckles and then suddenly my face was stinging and I grabbed the side of my face holding it from the pain and in shock.

    “Don’t you dare talk to me like that again (Y/N). I rather be a bitch than a fat ass because news flash no guy would ever want to date you. You’re just too ugly and you’re not skinny like me, you’re just a cow” my eyes started to water from the words that came out of her mouth.

    “Hey!” someone shouted, interrupting Rebecca before she could say anything else. We both turn to see a boy our age with brown hair and blue eyes and I knew who exactly it was. Liam Dunbar. The boy I had most of my classes with and the boy who was always hanging out with Scott and the rest of his friends.

    Rebecca smiles, “Hey Liam, how are you?” she asks flirtatiously. 

    Liam rolled his eyes, “I’d be better if you treated (Y/N) like a human being and not make fun of her. I think she’s absolutely beautiful just the way she is. She’s kind hearted, funny, and stunning. She’s not a cow, she’s perfect the way she is, if she likes how she looks then that’s good, but she shouldn’t have to deal with people like all of you who make fun of her. Because deep down I know you all wouldn’t like it if someone said things to you like that.” Liam spoke. 

    Everyone was quiet and Rebecca went to speak again, “Yeah, well-” but gets cut off by Liam. “Oh and news flash no one likes a stuck up bitch who makes fun of other girls because they think it makes them look good” Liam states smirking and everyones eyes were wide and they all whispered. 

    “All go you get out of here” Liam spats and Rebecca wanted to speak again but had no words and just walked away. 

    Liam walked up to me, “Hey (Y/N) are you okay?” I nod my head yes. He checked again to make sure and we were going our separate ways. 

    I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face his back, “Hey Liam” he turns around to look at me, “Yeah?”.

    “Why?” I ask confused, “Why what?” he questions. 

    “Why did you stand up for me? We barely talk to each other.” I comment.

    “Because that’s not right what she did, and I know but I’ve always thought you were beautiful” he explains.

    “You don’t have to pretend like you like me” I stated. Liam looks at me and walks up to me, “I’m not pretending (Y/N), everything I said was true, especially about me thinking you’re beautiful, I’ve liked you since freshmen year but was too scared to talk to you” he confesses. “Don’t listen to them (Y/N), you’re perfect the way you are. (Y/N) I want to show you the world and show you all the things you really deserve and I want to be there for you and just protect you and I know a lot of stuff happened today but would you like to go on a date with me?”.

    I quickly hug him and peck him on the cheek and he blushes, “What was that for?” he asked. “For caring and yes I’d love to go on a date with you Liam Dunbar” I answer.

    anonymous asked:

    Prompto with a really insecure fem!S/o? Like they really don't like how they look and are always asking him if he really loves her and thinking what does he see in her?

    A small drabble for rubyreddemise because she had a nightmare and asked for a little Prompto fluff. It’s a little bit of hurt/comfort, but Prompto is just too sweet and wHY CAN’T WE HAVE TEN

    “Do you really love me?”

    The words completely broke his heart. Prompto gaped at you, unable to come up with a reply to what you were saying. His tongue felt dry, and he couldn’t seem to locate his voice.

    You glanced at him from your spot on his couch, silent tears blurring your vision. “I just don’t know what you see in me, Prom. I’m not beautiful. I’m not a super model. I’m not…I’m not anything.”

    Prompto violently shook his head and grasped your hands. Your eyes met his and you saw a whole mess of emotions—anger, hurt, disbelief—welling up inside.

    “How could you say that?” he asked, a little louder than he intended. When you shrank back, he bit his lip. Quieter this time, he said, “You are the most incredible person I have ever known. When I met you, do you know the first thing I thought?”

    You shook your head.

    “I thought that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on. I figured you were out of my league. And then when I spoke to you for the first time, I knew I was right,” he chuckled distantly, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Of course I love you. I’ve always loved you. How could I not?”

    You laughed too, but it was derisive. You shook your head, bringing your knees to hug against your chest. “I’m just being stupid.”

    “No,” he stated. “You’re not. Look, babe, I know what it’s like to not be happy with how you look.” He hesitated a moment, and then seemed to decide something in his mind. “Wait here.”

    Prompto got up and went into his room. You heard him shuffling around, unsure of what was going on. He returned with a handful of photographs, most of them looked to be about five or six years old.

    “Look,” he handed them to you with shaking fingers. You took them curiously, and examined them. They were all of him—but a younger Prompto, shorter and much chubbier, looking into a mirror with a camera flashing in the reflection. You flipped through them and saw as he progressively got thinner and thinner, until you saw a thinner, teenage version of the man who was sitting in front of you.

    You looked back up at him, at a loss for words.

    “I hated myself,” he said quietly. “Thought I wasn’t good enough to be Noct’s friend because of my weight. So I starved myself, made myself run every day just so that when I finally felt like I was ready, I could go talk to him. The thing is,” Prompto took the photos back, looking at the chubby, younger version of himself. “I don’t think Noct cared either way.”

    “Prompto…”

    “What I’m saying is,” he sighed, putting the photos down and taking your hands in his. “I love you for who you are. All your imperfections. All the things that make you, you. Look,” He lifted his shirt, showing the streak lines on his belly from where he’d lost the most weight. “I even have stretch marks too.”

    He poked at his belly with a goofy little grin and you couldn’t help but laugh. You quieted down though, giving his hands a squeeze.

    “I’m sorry, Prom,” you said. “I just can’t help it sometimes, you know? You’re just…I just see you as this perfect guy, always so happy and so thoughtful, and I don’t know if I can ever measure up to you.”

    “That’s the first time anyone’s ever said that about me,” he joked before settling on a more serious tone. “But I just want you to know that I’m not perfect, either. But if you love me the way that I love you, whatever imperfections I have don’t bother you. Just like how your imperfections are part of why I love you so much. You’re human. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

    You let a tear roll down your cheek, and Prompto was quick to wipe it away.

    “You’re allowed to feel sad and insecure. Hell, I feel that way all the time. Have you seen Gladio’s arms?”

    You couldn’t help but laugh again. He grinned.

    “I don’t want you to be perfect,” he murmured as he pulled you into his arms. “I just want you. All of you, all the time.”

    You looked up at him through your lashes, and saw how he looked down at you. His eyes were so warm, so devoted. You leaned up and kissed him, feeling all of his love pour into you. He pulled you into his lap and held you close, your lips never parting from his. When you finally came up for air, you tucked your head under his chin and he rocked you against his chest.

    “Be patient with me,” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, your breath still a little uneven from crying earlier. “Please?”

    Prompto kissed the top of your head, gently running his hands up and down your back. “Babe, you and I have got all the time in the world.”

    It Didn’t Hurt

    Ya boi back at it again with the angst I’m sorry

    Sort of inspired by this post  by @overly-analogical. 

    Summary: Patton lies to himself, time and time again — their biting remarks don’t hurt, of course they don’t — but he can’t stay strong forever. Hurt/comfort, can be seen as polysanders I guess?

    Alternate title: Patton learns a valuable lesson about not bottling up your feelings.


    It didn’t hurt.


    Every biting remark and mean comment; each insult, meant to hurt him, to push him down — he could take them all in stride. He was the father, the heart of their family. He needed to be happy, and strong for his kiddos.


    It didn’t hurt.


    The others had problems, troubles, and he needed to stay strong; like a lighthouse in the middle of a foggy night, unyielding in its ability to bring them back home. His smile was their light, a beacon to guide them through the turbulent seas of their worries and fears; and his arms were the home that they found when they returned, his arms and his comforting voice, his reassurances that, come what may, they’d be okay.


    It didn’t hurt.

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