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servingy-nneeds · 3 years

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PROMPT:HOW WOULD THEY REACT WITH A BIG BREASTED S/O: VILLAIN EDITION

Dabi

“You got them big tits” he said nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders when you were first introduced in the League of Villains

He would notice your above average breast but that’s it

Honestly doesn’t see the appeal with boobs, as he would put it, tits are tits.

Although, he understands your charms and has used you multiple times as an information gatherer mainly on male Pro heroes, other times on female pro heroes

Lets you wear whatever makes you feel comfortable; You want to wear baggy shirts and pants go for it. Wanted to wear badass clothes that shows of your curves? Hell go for it. He ain’t gonna guilt trip you into hiding your assets, if you have it, “fuckin flaunt it” as he say

When you first started dating he was still aloof with you, however was quick to avert you away from the League of Villains whenever you want to mingle with them. His reason was that “they aren’t the most sane people to be around”

Quite the prick when someone tries to hit on you

Namely going behind you and groping your knockers in front of the poor soul who decided his luck with you. He does this every damn time just to point out that yes you belong to him and yes he better be damn jealous of Dabi’s privilege

And if being dense was the offender’s choice of action. Well, cremation awaits for the other guys/girls, his hands ain’t rated E for nuthin’

It irritates him when one of his companion, most likely Shigaraki, stares at your tits for a second too long. He was rude to him to no end for the whole week. Doesn’t trust Shigaraki enough to leave you with him alone

Jests that you stay with him in order to scare off potential perverts. He was after all your ‘big bad boyfriend’

It doesn’t matter on how you two went to sleep that night, you always wake up to an arm under your breast or a hand exactly at your boob

You caught him sometimes staring at a mirror tracing his scars and then back at you wondering if you would finally realized you’re too good for a nobody like him

He KNOWS he has a shitty personality and looks and isn’t the best boyfriend out there for you

You learned that he responds well at cuddling and surrounding him with positive affirmations

BONUS✨: You tried surprising him with the whole concept of only wearing his coat with nothing underneath it. You think he appreciates the thought, but really, if your rearing to go just ask him.

Shigaraki

When you were first introduced to the League of Villains he didn’t even greet you and openly staring down under your chin never meeting your eyes. Thus, your first impression of him was pervert and imprudent, how is he the boss anyway?.

He just openly stared at your breasts until somebody pointed it out Dabi and Kurogiri

“Boss I think it goes dinner first eye fuckin later yeah?“

“I think this person would appreciate if you stopped undressing them with your eyes Shigaraki”

Unlike Dabi, this man would be obsessed with your boobs

One time you wore a low cut shirt and he had the audacity of blaming you for distracting him.

You kneed him in the gut for that comment followed by scampering off for your dear life

He would like to think he is sneaky with his glances

But honestly EVERYONE knows he’s ogling your breast

Doesn’t had a lot as a child which explains why he is quite childish and selfish with you when you two started going out

Would literally kill someone for you, LITERALLY

Someone just happened to look at you? boom dust. Someone just asked for direction and he didn’t liked the way the stranger looked at you? boom ashes

One time you heard him mutter a “+5 points” for wearing a round collared neck shirts and a “+30 points” for wearing the low cut shirt

Please someone tell this man that breasts are actually fragile and not some stress ball

A night with him results in sore breasts littered with bruises and bite marks

BONUS✨: Loves being babied resting his head on your breast. Doesn’t care if you were taking nap, nor does he care that he was trespassing on your room and privacy. Your breasts are open for naps? boom there his head goes. “Honestly, stop flaunting them” he argued to you one day.

Mr. Compress

When you were introduced to the League of Villains for the first time he low key hinted that he needs assistant for his magic tricks and you just so happened to be quite his type the distraction he needed

Another ‘all tits are tits’ kind of man

He may want all the applause of the world but lives for your amusement

Reserves all his pretty tricks for you

Is canonically a showman at heart so don’t take it the wrong way when he said that you were the center of attention, “it’s a compliment” he argues

Has a love hate relationship with the idea of you being the center of attention

He loves that everyone is staring at a glory that is you

Hates the idea that everyone is staring lecherously at you

Uses the phrase “You’re so cute I wish I can keep you inside my pockets all the time” quite literally

One time you got sent together with him at a public area, say the mall, to gather intels on pro heroes where you went separate ways. When he went back to you lo and behold you were being surrounded by horny males who just wants to get sum of that piece

He was quite flashy with distracting them, he called it a magician’s trick, but really all he did was asked you to be his assistant and then the next minute you were in his breast pocket no where to be seen

You threw a fit after you were decompressed

He apologized for doing his parlor tricks unto you without consent. Lowkey would do it again if ever you were in trouble or he’s just downright jealous

Would love for you to wear a magician’s assistant garb; the one with the top hat, corset, long coat and really anything that allows for an easy misdirection of tricks for his advantage.

BONUS✨:Wearing his costume or anything of his turns it on for him. One time he made you wear his top hat and only his top hat while he was scrambling up your guts.

Twice

When you were first introduced to the League of Villains he greeted you with “You look fuckin hot to bed” “ or to Wed”

Being teamed up with him was both exhausting and amusing at the same time

He would likely drop some random conversations like “You know we could be fucking each other at this time?” “Remember to focus at our mission, ‘mkay?”

Although his multiple personalities often clash with each other, protecting you is always their top priority.

You have to be really patient and understanding when dating this man. His shifts from hot to cold personality, so some days he would be praising you, and then some other days he is giving you the cold shoulder

“I could do better than you” “You’re literally my whole world”

Poor man was lonely to death and gets a lot more unstable when you leave him alone. Like he would cry a river and put up some kinda tantrum if you’re not there with him to accompany him

You caught him one day with a clone version of you cuddling him to sleep. You weren’t sure if you call this cheating or cry that he was so lonely he even considered cloning you to be with him.

However when you cleared your throat announcing your return, his expression was a mixture of shock, relief and a hint of embarrassment

Though he immediately rushed over to you once he saw the real you standing at the doorway. “Why did you leave me all alone?!” “I never missed you, you know?”

Both you and the clone was standing there awkwardly with Jin still clinging at your side

“Are my boobs really that big?” you asked trying to break the tension

He would just grab them saying “It’s humongous!” then removing his hands and inspecting said boobs the very next seconds saying “Nah they’re perfect for me”

Eventually the clone returned to being a mud and both of you agreed to never clone yourself again unless he’s really really desperate

BONUS✨: Is very spontaneous with his affection one minute the two of you would be 6 feet apart watching some kid’s cartoon the next minute he would be crawling all over you asking you to suffocate him hold his head dearly against your bosoms

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Sweatpants SZN (Angel Edition)

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Angel goes out dressed like a hoe. Inspired by this post about my frustration by the boys wearing jeans when they sleep.

Warnings: it’s long 3k worth 😬 and a whole lotta filth

A/N: Here’s another series for my Mayan men! I already have plans for Nestor, EZ, and Miguel.

A/N 2: Special dedication to @starrynite7114 thank you for always indulging me and being a wonderful friend

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When you first found out that Angel sometimes wore jeans to sleep it boggled your mind. You were the type of girl that took off her bra, kick off her shoes, and take off your pants as soon as you got home. So, to see Angel sleeping in his jeans was lowkey traumatizing.

As a dutiful girlfriend (and also a partly selfish girlfriend) you bought Angel some gray sweatpants. You wanted him to be as comfortable as possible and looking good at the same time. What you didn’t count on was that everyone else could appreciate the goods.

You were pouring yourself a cup of coffee of when Angel came home. He’d left early this morning before you woke up. “I’m back, querida.” You could hear him setting down bags on the table.

“Good morn-ingg,” the cheerfulness dropped out of your voice when you saw what Angel was wearing. A plain white t-shirt that was getting too tight, because of all the working out he was doing which made him almost as cut as EZ and a pair of those damn gray sweatpants you had bought for him.

“What?” Angel asked, confused at your sudden change in mood. “Do I got something on my face or clothes?” He started swiping his face and body, trying to clean the imaginary dirt off him.

“Nah, you’re good. Did you really wear that to the store?” Angel was genuinely confused. He didn’t see anything wrong with his outfit. “Yeah. Does it not match or something?”

“You really went out like that without me?” It finally dawned on Angel. He heard hints of jealousy. He didn’t know why he didn’t hear it at first, because he was so used to asking this same question. Angel did his best to keep his smile to himself, you were gonna pop a gasket when he told you where he went after the grocery store. “Yeah, you were sleeping. I doubt you wanted me to wake you up to go to the store and Vicki’s place.”

You almost spit out your coffee when Angel mentioned Vicki’s place. “YOU WENT WHERE?!” Angel began putting up the groceries because if he didn’t, he would’ve burst out laughing at you. “Vicki’s. Bishop called when I was at the store and asked if I could drop some things over.”

He was fucking with you. He was avoiding eye contact with you for a reason. “Angel!” He stopped putting the cereal on top of the refrigerator and turned towards you. He didn’t even last thirty seconds of you staring at him before he started laughing. “Screw you, Angel!” It didn’t even bother him that you were angry, your jealousy was cute to him.

Too enraptured in aggressively washing out your mug, you didn’t notice Angel walking up on you until he wrapped his hands around your middle and rested his chin on your shoulder. “C’mon you can’t really be mad, can you? Remember I’m a grown man and can wear whatever I want.” He threw the line you used at him the many multiple times when he didn’t agree with the outfit of your choice.

Damn it! You couldn’t think of a great comeback. “Its not the same!” Angel’s laugh vibrated throughout your body. “Someone sounds jealous.” He sung into your ear. You elbowed him off of you and started putting up the rest of the groceries. “No! You not even all that cute to be doing all of that for.”

“Oh really?” He arched his eyebrow at you before he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Angel just made you eat your words. It was like you had a golden god standing before you and the only appropriate response would be to get on your knees to worship him. Thankfully, you had a modicum of dignity and only salivated at the man in front of you.

You were so spaced out that you allowed Angel to pick you up and set you on the counter. “What you staring at, baby?” Angel nudged his nose against yours then ran it along your neck.

“Nothing,” you pouted. Angel kissed your nose then your lips. “You sure?” He took one of your hands and ran it along his body. “Because it seems like you were appreciating my arms, my abs,” his voice got lower as your hand went lower, “my dick.” He emphasized the k. “You feel that? That’s all yours, mami. No need to be jealous, ok?”

“Okay.” You resigned your jealousy and tried to kiss Angel, but he pulled away from you. He reminded you of your agreement last night. No sex today until you and him were finished with cleaning the house, and he knew if he let you kiss him then he would end up fucking you right on the table.

Reluctantly you got up, but at least you were motivated to clean the house faster. Angel took on your shared bedroom and bathroom while you had the front of the house. There were stolen kisses between switches of cleaning supplies and smacks on the butt whenever you passed each other (which Angel pretended he didn’t like when you did it to him.)

You had just finished cleaning your part of the house when you finally allowed yourself to watch Angel cut the grass in the backyard. Grabbing two glasses of sweet tea, you went to stand in the doorway and watch Angel work. Even though they were gonna be trouble those grey sweatpants were a gift from god. They slung low enough on his hips that you could appreciated his Adonis belt. The sun beating down on him made him sweat and if it was possible you would pay an insane amount of money to be one of the sweat droplets rolling down his body.

He finally cut off the lawn mower and smiled at you perving at him. “Thank you,” he took the glass of sweet tea and chugged it down, some of it getting into his beard which made you think of other ways to get his beard wet. “All done cleaning?” He asked, backing you into the house. “Yeah,” you pulled him by the drawstrings until his phone started ringing. “Angel, no,” you whined, knowing it either wouldn’t be a short call or it would be call for him do club business.

Unfortunately, it was the latter. Angel apologized for the inconvenience and jumped in the restroom for a quick shower. Before he left, he apologized again and promised to make it up to you after the party at the clubhouse.

Angel dressing like a thot, being denied sex twice in one day, and being left alone to your own devices was not a good combination. You were doing a good job with keeping your brattiness tucked away, but when you were looking for an outfit for the party, your brattiness in the form of dark Kermit was bubbling up. In the end Kermit won.

As Angel predicted, you made it to the party before him and you were wearing the skirt, he specifically told you not to wear without him present. “Y/N, I’m begging you. Please, please go change.” The last time you wore something this risky at the clubhouse, Angel shoved you into EZ’s trailer and screwed you into tears on his bed. “Chill out, I brought my own car tonight. No one is going in your trailer.” That calmed him down only a tiny bit because he knew once his brother saw you, he was going to lose it.

“He’s gonna kill you, Y/N.” Gilly told you while glaring off anyone thinking of trying to talk to you. No one was gonna approach his friend’s girl while he was around. “The only thing he is gonna kill is,” EZ quickly interrupted you, “Please do not finish that sentence.”

Outside Angel and Coco had just arrived from across the border. “Hey man, y’all got some honeys down here.” Paul from the San Bernardino chapter ran up on them. Coco entertained him while Angel listened. He honestly hasn’t paid attention to any other women since you’ve came in your life. “Then there’s one chick, mannnnnnnn. If Gilly wasn’t acting like some damn guard dog I would’ve talked to her already.”

“Gilly got a girl?” Angel asked, opening the door. “Not to my knowledge.” Coco responded stepping in after his friend.

“Oh, there she is!” Paul pointed out to you talking to EZ and Gilly. “Man, it look like she got some good dick sucki-,” Abruptly Angel grabbed Paul by the collar. “I dare you to finish that fucking sentence.”

Paul saw the fire in Angel’s eyes, and he knew he made a big mistake. “Shit, Angel! My bad! I didn’t know she was your old lady. I won’t even look in her direction.”

“Keep it that way!” Angel pushed Paul away and made a beeline towards you. First, it was EZ that noticed him. Suddenly, the prospect was really into keeping the glasses clean. Then it was Gilly who walked away from you in mid conversation, leaving you confused until you felt the familiar mold of Angel’s body against. “You got ten seconds to walk to the backseat of your car or I’m throwing you over my fucking shoulder.” He whispered into your ear harshly while deceiving everyone else into thinking he was just giving you a hug and whispering sweet words in your ears.

The ten seconds started once he released you and you wasted no time. When Angel got like this it was better to shut up and listen. Angel ignored the ‘hellos’ and ‘what’s up, man’. He was on a mission and nothing would stop him. You were just about to open the car door when you noticed that your car was parked in front of the clubhouse. It was close enough for everyone to hear all the ungodly things Angel was about to do to you. “Aren’t you gonna move the car?” You asked when he was still behind you when you opened the back door. “Get in the got damn car,” he ordered through clenched teeth. You scrambled to get inside, from his tone you knew you didn’t want to press your luck. Once inside, Angel wasted no time. He folded you in half like a table, moved your panties to the side and dived in.

Usually when Angel ate you out, he’d warm you up. A kiss here, a kiss there, small slow torturous licks, but right now all that was thrown out the window. This was as brutal as to all the actual rough fucking he would do to you.

His teeth ran across your clit and it felt like he hit every single nerve. “Angel!” You shout out, reaching out to grab his hair, but he slapped your hand away. “Did I say you could touch my shit? Keep your hands to yourself.”

“But Daddyyy,” you whined, still making grabby hands. “What the fuck did I just say?” Angel grabbed ahold of your wrists in one hand and choked you with the other. “To keep my hands to myself.”

“Then do that shit,” he growled. He released you and went back to work. You had to settle for the handlebar by the window because Angel wasn’t easing up. In fact, he added two of his fingers furiously pumping into you. “Look at you creaming all over my fingers. You don’t even deserve them. What did I fucking tell you about this damn skirt?”

“Not to wear it.” You whimpered about to reach for his wrist, but then you remembered his warning to keep your hands to yourself. “Then you understand why daddy’s pissed. Especially when I got brothers from other chapters talking about how fine you are and how you got some good dick sucking lips.”

“I’m so sorry, daddy.” He hovered over you to give you a quick peck. “It’s okay, baby. You’ll make it up to me by screaming my name.”

Still keep his fingers in you, Angel suckled your bud. The combination of his cold rings in your heated core and his tongue flicking your clit, your orgasm hit you like a freight train. “ANGELLLL, FUCKKKKKKK!” You screamed, beating on the surprisingly strong window.

“Keep cumming.” Angel’s voice was muffled by your pussy in his mouth, but you heard him clearly.

Finally, you calmed down but now you were jonesing for Angel’s dick. You went for Angel’s belt but he back away from you as far as the car allowed you to. “Daddy, I need you to fuck me please.”

“I needed you to be a good girl and listen, but we all can’t get what we want.” Angel felt bad when he saw your dejected little face. He decided to give you a little something else also you didn’t say his name enough for him to let everyone know you belong to him. “If you promise to be a good girl, I’ll give you something to hold you over.”

“I promise, I’ll be good!” Angel laughed at how quickly you agreed to it. He slid your panties off and scooted you closer to him. He grind his clothed groin against your bare one. The friction of the fabric of his jeans on your sensitive clit had you on the verge of tears. “Nah, don’t start that shit,” Angel slapped you. “We still have a party to attend.” Was this man fucking crazy? He expected you to face everyone after this?

Angel proceeded to dry hump you as if he was actually fucking you. “Oh my god, Angel! Just like that. Keep fucking me just like that daddy.” He bent down and wrapped his hand around your throat. “Yeah? You gonna cum all on Daddy’s jeans like a good little slut, huh?”

“Yes, please. I need it so bad, daddy.”

“Ok, just for you.” Angel pressed down on your hips and pummeled into you. “Angel, Angel, Angel,” you chanted his name over and over again while you came for the second time in less than fifteen minutes.

Angel enjoyed your shuddering underneath him, but he couldn’t enjoy it for too long. You two had a party to get to. Taking your panties, he rolled them back up and then fixed your skirt. “When we get out of here you stand in front of me since you made a mess on my jeans, ok.”

“Ok,” Angel pulled you out of the car and smoothed out your clothes. While he did that you tried to clean his face since it was soaked with your juices, but he wouldn’t let you.

The two of you came back in the clubhouse, where the lights illuminated Angel’s face. Gilly was outside when everything happened and when he just saw Angel’s face he shuddered in disgust and called Angel a nasty fuck.

After Gilly left, Liza, head of the Angel Reyes fan club walked up to you two, but she completely ignored you. “Heyy Angel. You looked really good this morning. Sweatpants season suits you very well.” With no shame she dragged her eyes all over his body but was disappointed when you were blocking his crotch.

“Yeah, my girl got them for me. Thanks babe.” Angel turned to you, gave you a kiss, and allowed you to take advantage of it. You took control and basically were swapping spit with him in front of this girl. “Mmm, you taste just like me.” Swiping your thumb across Angel’s bottom lip, you collected some of your lip gloss and juices, and then put it in your mouth. Liza stomped off and Coco called y’all sick fucks.

Just like Angel said, he used you as a shield. The entire night you were stuck like glue. His beer got empty and when you attempted to get up to get him another, he slammed you back down on his lap and yelled at EZ to bring him another. Soon, you figured it had less to do with his now dried and stainless crotch and more to do with your short ass skirt.

The evil bastard also did it so you could constantly feel his erection. It was so bad that you would zone out and think about how great Angel would feel inside of you. You were so deep in your thots thoughts that you hadn’t realized Bishop came and asked you a question. The men around the table laughed at your confused huh and Bishop repeated his question. Quickly you recovered and gave him a smart answer.

“Can’t focus, mami?” Angel smiled against your neck and thrusted his hips, causing more friction between your legs.

Fucking tease! Two can play at that game. The rest of the night you would grind in his lap, making him lose his concentration. You were the reason he lost poker twice that night. Eventually he got tired of your antics and you two finally left the party.

“Imma hit the shower and get all this desert off me. How about you sit and get ready for daddy, hmm?” Angel didn’t wait for your answer and began stripping, leaving a trail of clothes from your bedroom to the bathroom. While he showered you put on your canary yellow Fenty lingerie set. It was one of the few Angel didn’t rip because he loved how it complimented your skin.

Usually Angel came out in a towel or butt ass naked but this time he came out with those damn sweats on. And just like that all the pumping up and the shit talking you did was gone. At this point you were gonna let Angel ruin you.

“Fuck querida, you’re beautiful.” Still standing, Angel bent over, buried his hands in your hair, and kissed you to the point that you almost forgot your own name.

When he ended the kiss, you could feel the energy shift. Daddy Angel was back in the building. He backed away to sit in the chair, but never turned his back on you, so you could keep an eye on his dick print. “Come crawl to Daddy, hermosa.” He crooked his finger at you.

As you made your way to him, he pulled his dick out. You wanted to get to him faster, but that wouldn’t be sexy at all, so you paced yourself. Angel didn’t make it easy for you though. He took his dick out and started stroking it.

Fuck that slow shit, you sped up some more causing Angel to chuckle. “Grab it.” Angel took his hand off of himself and you quickly replaced it with yours. “Feel that, mami? That’s all because of you.” It felt amazing to know you could cause this type of reaction out of Angel.

Normally, Angel would slap his dick in your face, but since he gave you free reign you did it yourself. You enjoyed the hiss that came from you slapped it on your tongue. “See that’s your dick, baby. Now suck it like it yours.” Angel laced his hands behind his head as you went to work.

Keeping your eyes on Angel, you swirled your tongue over the salty mushroom head and kissed the underside. “Stop teasing, querida.” Fluttering your eyes, you tapped his dick against your pursed lips. “What do you mean?” Taking a chunk of your hair, Angel pulled back your head. “You know what I mean. Start sucking or I’ll fuck your throat until no sound can come out of that smartass mouth of yours.”

It really shouldn’t have, but that little threat turned you on more. Behind your back you grabbed opposite elbows, you were gonna make Angel lose his mind with no hands. Easily (thanks to much practice), you took all of Angel in. Bobbing your head up and down you made your man squirm underneath you. “Fuck, just like that baby.” Angel was close, you could tell by the hitch in his voice. So, you played the dangerous game and backed off, only to give him slow, long licks.

“Y/N,” he growled your name in warning. “What?” You asked innocently while unhooking your bra, letting your breasts fall out. “Keep playing this game if you want to. You won’t think it’ll be funny in a little bit.”

To appease your man, you wrapped your tits instead of your mouth around his cock, stroking him that way while occasionally licking the head. “Shit, shit, shit.” Angel abruptly pulled away from you, lifted you from the ground, threw you on the bed, and ripped your panties off. “Angel!” He shoved his sweats off and pumped his cock while he climbed into bed. “I’ll buy you another set. Fuck I’ll buy you all the sets.”

Just like in the car Angel had your ankles by your ears, but this time he actually had his dick inside of you and your orgasm was automatic. “Damn, already? Who’s making you cream like this, mami?”

“You are Daddy,” you whined, clutching onto him. “Mmhmm that’s right. Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours!” You screeched when Angel’s fingers found your clit. “And whose dick is this?”

“Mines,” you yelled as Angel kept hitting that golden spot. “Then start acting like it! Ain’t no other bitch about to take it. This all your dick.”

Pulling Angel by the back of the neck, you kissed him. “Keep fucking me just like that, Daddy. I wanna cream all over my dick.”

“Yeah?” Angel tilted your chin and nipped at your lips. “You like when I fuck you like a whore?” Angel drew back, almost pulling all the way out and then snapped his hips against yours. “Good fucking pussy. Can I cum in my pussy?” You nodded your head furiously. “Yes daddy, fill me up please.”

With a couple of more snaps of his hips Angel had both of you screaming in ecstasy. Each of your orgasms prolonging the other’s. It felt like hours before either one of you caught your breath.

“Sooooo, is it a good or bad thing that I bought some more sweats?” Angel asked, already going down on you, not waiting for an answer.

“Good, definitely gooood!” You shrieked when you felt the first lick.

Thank god for sweatpants season.

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chil2de · 3 years

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How are you today? If its alright with you, can I request a Atsumu x fem reader where she has a super tomboy style and ALWAYS wears baggy clothes, but one day atsumu comes over to hang out and the only outfit she has left is kinda a tight fitting shirt and for the first time ever Atsumu realizes just how curvy his girlfriend is

sorry if thats to specific! feel free to ignorethis!

warning - miya atsumu x reader

hiii! i’m doing okay anonie, thank you and i hope u are faring well!!! so um this ended up being a LOT longer than i expected pls forgive me it was supposed to be a cute lil drabble but now its like uh 2k words aJdhfhhd, i really loved this idea!!! don’t worry ab it being too specific i actually like that and it helps give me a general idea about the req

well whilst this isn’t tooooo nsfw there are a few small themes in the beginning + swearing since i write atsumu like that and implications of sexual content ig at the end but aside from that? just some fluff for our fav king. characters are aged up and i am unsure how it would work but call it anime logic and enjoy! thanks for requesting! (okay rereading the ending is lowkey smut why am i like this)

“b-cup.” atsumu huffed with confidence. he took a large swig out of his water bottle, nodding his head wisely in affirmation.

“really? i’d say c-cup.” suna chimed in, his half-lidded gaze narrowing.

“nah, it’s b-cup”

“what the hell are you two talking about?” osamu interjected, concern and disgust thick on his features as he came over carrying a few towels.

“(y/n)’s bra size” suna nonchalantly responded, his eyes flicking up for a few seconds as he accepted the towel from osamu.

“‘tsumu i knew you were messed in the head but, suna? have you caught his germs?”

“fuck are you making it sound like i have some viral disease?”

“you don’t?” suna snorted, plopping down onto the floor to sit cross-legged.

“why don’t you just ask her?” osamu’s gaze flickered onto yours from across the court. you felt your ears burn from the way the three of them were staring at you.

was something on your face?

a bug? dirt?

“huh? like i’m supposed to say, hey baby girl, what size are your tits?”

“i’m still saying b-cup”

“c-cup”

“i think b-cup” osamu joined in, watching atsumu screw his face at him

“you goddamn hypocrite-“ “who’s being a hypocrite?” kita inquired with a half-hushed tone, making his way over with a few protein bars

“oh my god i’m going home” atsumu groaned, resting his palms on his knees as he stood up. he beelined towards you, his exhaustion painted his lazy smile beautifully. he still had the energy to turn around over his shoulder and flip his middle finger up at his team whilst his right hand snaked around to your waist.

somewhere around your waist. it took him a little bit of digging through all the fabric.

it didn’t matter to him, though. as much of a jackass as he might’ve been, he never judged you for the way you dressed. even if it meant that sometimes you looked a lil bit homeless, at the end of the day- he still had that glimmer in his eyes whenever he saw you.

you would be his favourite baby girl, no matter what.

“is that my shirt you’re wearing?” he hummed, glancing down to look at it.

it was, in fact, one of his shirts. it was matte black in colour, with a small dip that would showcase atsumu’s collar bones. it was a little bit faded from the many wash cycles it endured throughout its lifetime, but he would always notice the small tear in the bottom right section of the fabric.

“sorryyy, i know you just washed it but it smelled so nice. also, wow, did you put on deodorant? you actually smell like a man it’s kinda creepy”

“i always put on deodorant you dipshit, you’re always crying about how pretty my face looks so your nose doesn’t pick up the scent. it’s verbena citrus, buy your own because i know you’ll try stealing mine so i’m putting a padlock on that shit.” atsumu scoffed, digging his fingers into your sides to tickle you as you walked. you squirmed, swatting him away as you dug your hands into the pockets of your joggers. they were not atsumu’s, unfortunately, for you found out the hard way that you would literally have to drag the excess fabric behind you like some train dress or bundle it up and fold it, which, in retrospect- did not look too aesthetically pleasing. you settled for your own joggers and favourite high-top sneakers to match.

“you know you’ll say all this but give me your deodorant anyway, right?” you stuck your tongue out at him. he rolled his eyes, ruffling your hair.

“hey.” he called out, causing you to direct your attention towards him.

he nudged your arm with his elbow.

oh.

“give it here.”

you uncurled your left hand out of your pocket, zipping it up to make sure the contents inside didn’t spill. atsumu slid his right hand away from your waist and opened his palm up, intertwining his fingertips between yours into a tight lock. he grazed his thumb over the back of your hand, giving you a small squeeze.

“that was the cheesiest and most corniest thing you’ve done and i hated it” you made a mock gagging sound, averting your gaze.

you could feel the blush fresh on your cheeks, heart pounding in your chest like it was about to explode.

“wait, you thought i was holding your hand because we’re dating? i’m just doing it because i know your dumbass would get lost” atsumu snorted, throwing his head back in laughter.

well,

you could still see the light blush tinting his cheeks. and it wasn’t the sunset.

“mmm, should i wear this one- wait-“ you grabbed the shirt, folding it upwards as you took a small whiff. well,, you did wear it yesterday… yeah, you did put it in the laundry basket,,, no, it didn’t smell toooo bad, but..

you groaned, tossing it back into said basket as you furrowed your brows in concentration.

you heard the doorbell ring which only caused you to panic even further. you just needed a shirt. literally any shirt. you were about to cut your freaking pants out and sew them together to another pair for a shirt.

since it was a friday, you had atsumu walk you halfway home. you only lived a street away from him, and the apartment was conveniently built on a fork between the road down to his house and the supermarket. hence, he dropped you off and went to the store all by himself like a responsible adult to grab some snacks for the weekend.

“it’s open!” you called out, leaning your jaw back as you shouted in hopes for your voice to travel further.

in that moment, just in the corner of your eye- you saw a familiar flash of black.

you swooped the fabric up, quietly humming in pleasure when it smelled like laundry detergent and fabric softener.

you lifted the shirt over your head, struggling to pull it down for a few seconds.

you admired yourself briefly in the mirror.

it was a casual t-shirt. it reached down to the middle portion of your arms, though it was significantly less baggy than all of your other clothes. you liked to sleep in it during hot and stuffy summer nights, but rarely found yourself using it otherwise.

it’s not like you didn’t like these kinds of shirts.

but when given the option to look “stylish” or comfortable, who wouldn’t pick comfortable? that’s what was important to you above all. clothes that made you feel like you were constantly in bed were a godsend from the heavens.

“hey dipshit, i spent twenty minutes jumping stores for you but no one sold any (favourite drink) so i got you-“ atsumu halted in his steps, the grocery bags curled around his fists were suddenly forgotten and discarded as he caught sight of you through the doorframe.

you were clad in a pair of old white shorts and a black t-shirt, complimentary of the fact that everything else was currently in the laundry machine. atsumu could outline every single damn crevice and dip on you, and he burned that shit so deep into his retinas that he would still see it when his eyes were closed.

he felt his breath hitch, something deep inside him resonating, growing feral like hunger.

he still stood by what he said,

baggy clothes or not, you were beautiful.

but he wasn’t expecting this

“so you bought what?” you inquired, twisting your torso halfway to greet him as you finished brushing through some knots in your hair at the vanity.

“huh?”

“you said there wasn’t any (favourite drink) so you got what? did you fall and crack your head open on the way here? cause it looks like it”

you could feel your heart squeeze, body temperature increased twofold as icy hot waves wracked every inch of your skin. there was a cold sweat that rolled down the back of your knees.

“shut the hell up, i hate you” atsumu grumbled, forcing himself to turn away from you and stomp off to the kitchen with a pout.

“jesus christ give me strength i hate this woman, where the hell does she get off thinking she can get away with looking so good like that” atsumu mumbled incoherent curses underneath his breath, shakily unloading everything he bought out onto the counter and stuffing the groceries into cabinets and the fridge.

“‘samu, i hate you but dude i need twin telepathy, give me strength so i don’t deck this woman right here right now” he cursed, gritting his teeth. his self-control was about to fly out the window.

“you okay?” you popped your head through the door, leaning into the kitchen.

he could see the outline of your prominent collarbones, the way the shirt still fell a little bit and hung loosely off of your frame. he could see the start of your stomach.

god, it should’ve been illegal the way he wanted to grab your thighs. he wondered for a second what it would look like with his fingerprints etched into your skin there.

“want a few tissues and some lotion?” you snorted, nestling up beside him to help. you gazed at him, watching him keep his eyes narrowed on the packet of pistachios he was fumbling with.

you thought it was cute.

“listen- if you’re not ready yet then i’d suggest that you find something else to wear cause holy shit if you don’t get away from me right now i swear i will not restrain myself-“

“i’m ready” you hummed, giving him an innocent smile. you toyed with your hands behind your back, fiddling with them as butterflies swept your abdomen.

atsumu snorted, eyebrows creasing in confusion. he turned to face you, setting the pistachios down.

“alright i’m not saying this to boost my ego, but, what did you say?”

“i said i’m ready”

you watched his brain stir, gears ticking and turning like clockwork.

atsumu let out a low sigh.

“yeah, yeah. well, then.”

his right hand slammed against the wall, caging you in. he leaned into you, looming over you as his half-lidded eyes burned holes inside your soul. you felt the air tense and switch around him, carnal desires swirling behind his gaze. his chest was so close to yours, practically flush, save for the tiniest gap. you could literally feel his heart hammering.

he was so invasive, so close, yet so respectful. he still kept his distance, just n case you changed your mind.

“are you sure this is what you want?” his voice was hot and slick against the shell of your ear, voice husky and octaves deeper. you could feel the sexual tension dripping from him.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against him.

“i’m sure, ‘tsumu.”

a loud chuckle ripped from the depths of his chest. it was so hearty, and fuck, it made you clench.

atsumu swooped you up all in one swift motion, hands hooking underneath your thighs as he shoved you against the counter. he sent everything clattering and thudding in the process.

“don’t say i didn’t warn you, doll.”

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Plot: Yeonjun was tired of not being able to do things normal couples could do with you so when he has the opportunity to sneak out and visit the Christmas market downtown, he doesn’t hesitate to do it and drag you with him.

Word count: 4.7k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None just fluff and a lot of cheesy stuff!

Pairing: Yeonjun x fem!reader

A/N: THIS IS FINALLY FINISHEEEED!! This oneshot was made for @key201303 for a Christmas game I did with the network @kafenetwork, thank you so much for letting me participate in this, I really had fun! ^^

Yeonjun couldn’t help but smile softly when he opened the door that guided into the hotel room he had been sharing with you since you arrived to the United States. Seeing you laying on the bed, hidden underneath a bunch of blankets and surrounded by all the pillows you had, the idol suddenly felt lucky, mentally asking himself how he had been able to conquist the heart of somebody as amazing as you were.

It wasn’t easy to date somebody like him for you. The amount of attention he was getting the more famous he got was way out of your comfort zone, he had been afraid to approach you at first because of your shy and timid nature but he lowkey loved the way you fidgeted and blushed whenever the two of you talked. Nobody really had much hope in your relationship though, everyone thought you were too different, your lives were complete opposites and whoever knew you, doubted you would be able to stand the pressure you would have to deal with if your relationship went public.

However, against all odds, Yeonjun succeeded in asking you out months later after your first encounter and since that day, he had been trying his hardest to make you feel like the most special yet happiest girl in the universe. It wasn’t easy, things didn’t come out as well as he wanted every single time, sometimes his schedule got in the way, sometimes your studies did and sometimes it was simply his fame that got between the two of you but he always found a way to make you smile, there was not one day your boyfriend failed to make your heart flutter.

More than once, Yeonjun found himself thinking about it and it ended up making him feel guilty, no matter how many times you’ve reassured him, stating that your relationship was perfect the way it was, the ugly truth of him not being able to give you the things a normal boyfriend could give his girlfriend still roamed the back of his mind. For example, now that Christmas was getting closer, Yeonjun knew he wouldn’t be able to walk around town with you, holding hands as you searched for presents and made good memories together. He wouldn’t be able to run down the streets when it started snowing, dodging people to not bump into somebody, he just wouldn’t be able to visit the mall and hold your hand as you dragged him into store after store without a bunch of securities guards around you, making sure he wouldn’t get hurt.

He wanted to give you that. Even if it was for one night.

You deserved it.

“Yeonjunie?” His heart almost melted when you poked your head out of your blanket fortress to see him standing on the door, leaning against its frame as he watched you. The smile that curved his lips simply made you fall for him all over again. “What are you doing there?” You sat up on the bed, keeping the blankets around your body, patting the empty space beside you so he would join you there “How did the interview go?”

This was your first time travelling with him, Yeonjun and you had been dating for almost two years and were already considering moving in together so it would be easier to spend more time with each other. You knew there would still be days when Yeonjun would have to stay till really late in the studio or you would have to spend most of the night up, locked in a room preparing for one of your exams but if living together meant you would be able to spend five more minutes with him every single day, then you wanted to do it.

Before his Christmas break, TXT had scheduled their early debut in America and Yeonjun, being the clingy boyfriend he was, had used every single bit of his time to convince you -and his boss- to fly with the band to the new continent. You hadn’t hesitated to accept the offer though, hearing the company was alright with it was incredibly surprising and you knew this was a chance you simply couldn’t miss. All your exams were done already and classes had ended, besides sharing a room for the first time would kind of simulate how living together would be.

“Not going to lie, it was kind of awkward” He admitted with a boyish smile, sitting besides you onto the bed and crossing his legs. His eyes lazily dragged to the television placed in front of you as his head landed on your shoulder, getting comfortable besides you “Soobin and Taehyun did most of the talking”

“Mhm? What about you?” You asked looking down at him curiously, bringing your hand up to poke his cheek, Yeonjun shrugged at your question, eyes still on the television where one of those cheesy christmas movies was being played. You had been watching these kind of movies for the entire evening but never got tired of it no matter how cliche or silly they were. You were a sucker for romance films.

“My mind was somewhere else” He confessed looking down at you, smiling when your eyes met. Your cheeks turned slightly pink at his sudden confession, not having expected that at all. “I was thinking of you all bundled up in this bed, watching these boring movies by yourself and how much you must have missed me” His smile turned into a smirk and even though he was kind of right, you would never give him that satisfaction. Rolling your eyes, you pushed him back, making him lay down and away from you, stealing some chuckles from his lips.

“Oh yeah, I missed you so much” You scoffed, fighting hard to keep the urge of laughing back as you felt him moving behind you. His long legs spread to position your body in between them and his arms easily surrounded your figure, allowing him to give you a back hug. Yeonjun’s blue hair tickled your cheek as he rested his chin on your shoulder “What’s gotten into you today?” You asked, turning your body to look back at him.

“Just missed being like this with you, I’ve been working non-stop since we got here” He said looking at you, a small pout forming on his lips "And I was hoping we would do something together, something we can't do back in Korea"

You frowned, not really following where your boyfriend was leading the conversation to. The things the two of you could do were very limited thanks to his fame, not that it bothered you, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you accepted going out with Yeonjun, so that’s why you didn’t understand what he was thinking of exactly.

“And what is that exactly?” You asked curiously, completely ignoring the television now to keep your eyes on his.

His boyish smile turned even brighter when you didn’t reject his advances, his excitement bubbling up “How about we go out?” He asked quietly, almost as if he was afraid that somebody would hear his intentions “I saw an arcade nearby on my way here, we could just go and play some games” He proposed, resting his cheek on your shoulder “But I also saw there is some kind of christmas market downtown, let’s go check it out, it will be fun”

You wanted to, there was no point in denying that his excitement was contagious and that you felt like checking the place out but you were also a bit worried about the consequences your sneaking out adventure could bring him. The company was surely not happy about your relationship with Yeonjun even though they hadn't made the two of you break up in order to protect themselves from a scandal, Yeonjun would surely be scolded if they ever find out about what you did and it would automatically involve Soobin for not paying enough attention to the group as the leader. The fact that he could get hurt was also there, holding you back from accepting his offer, despite Yeonjun not being as equally famous here as he was in Korea, there was no doubt fangirls would run after him if they were given the chance to. You had to recognize this little excursion had more bad outcomes than good ones.

Knowing what was going through your mind exactly, Yeonjun didn't even wait for you to answer his question before he stood up from the bed, looking around the hotel room before his eyes landed back down on you.

"Let's go" He suddenly said, reaching down to grab your arm and pulling you out of bed.

However his plan to suddenly run away backfired when you stepped on the blanket that had been covering you and tripped thanks to him, falling down onto the floor with a loud thud. Yeonjun flinched, looking down at you with an apologetic smile, ignoring the way you glared at him from the floor as he rushed to your suitcase.

“Get rid of that pijama and dress comfortably”

“Yeonjun” You warned, still sitting on the floor as you looked at him

“Listen to me, let’s just do this” He said, throwing your clothes everywhere as he searched for something, hitting you right on the face when he threw your jeans over his head along with one of your oversized jumpers.

“Yeonjunie” You tried, whining as you looked at his back.

“If we get out in five minutes, we’ll be able to sneak out in the security’s shift change” The amount of details he had taken into account to make this possible made you arch an eyebrow, incredibly surprised by him. This was not a sudden occurrence, Yeonjun had planned this.

“YEONJUN!” You screamed willing to stop his rant

“WHAT?” He screamed back, suddenly turning around to look at you with your shoes in his hand and your scarf around his neck “WHY ARE YOU STILL WEARING THAT? GET CHANGED!”

“Breathe” You said looking down at him, standing up with your clothes gathered in your arms so he could start feeling less anxious “Do you realize in how much trouble we’ll get if they find out we’re gone?”

“I don’t care” Yeonjun replied with an ecstatic smile on his lips “Get dressed”

The two of you couldn’t stop laughing as you ran down the almost deserted road and away from the hotel where you were staying. Yeonjun had been totally right about the shift change from the guards and the hall where the TXT’s rooms were situated hadn’t been watched for a good ten minutes. Nobody, not even the guys, knew you were out of your room and they hopefully wouldn’t notice until you came back later that night.

“I can’t believe we did it” You said chucking, slowing your pace down as you turned your head to look back at him. Yeonjun intertwined your fingers, stopping his running too as he suddenly pulled you closer to his body, smirking as soon as your faces were merely centimeters away. “You’re insane” You whispered, looking up into his eyes.

This was probably one of the few times you’ve seen Yeonjun being this happy, the glint in his eyes told you he was already having the time of his life.

"You're right" He agreed with a playful smirk on his face "I'm absolutely insane for you"

Your heart stopped beating at the sound of his words. Since the first day you started dating, Yeonjun has had the ability to make you feel as shy as you felt the first time the both of you met. Maybe it was because of his enchanting smile, or the way his eyes lit up when they met yours or how your heart skipped a beat when his nose scrunched up in pure happiness but your boyfriend simply made you fall in love with him all over again every single day you spent by his side.

"What? You're not going to say you love me too?" He asked teasingly, rubbing his nose against yours affectionately.

"I think we've been watching too many dramas together" You teased back, laughing when he groaned, not letting you move away from him.

"Come on, I just got out of the hotel knowing that if I get caught I'll get the scolding of my life for you" He said smirking, pressing small pecks on the corners of your lips "The least you can do is profess your eternal love for me"

"Oh Yeonjun-ah" You said dramatically, bowing your head "Thank you for sneaking out if the hotel to spend some time with a mere mortal like me" Even though those words weren't the ones he wanted to hear exactly, Yeonjun couldn't help but laugh, throwing his head back amused.

"Just kiss me already, idiot" He insisted with a small grin, looking down at you, straight into your eyes.

Rolling yours, you finally gave into his wants -which were also yours- and went to close the small distance between your faces, craving to feel the warmth of his lips against yours already. However, as soon as your lips were about to touch, a driver that was passing by, honk their claxon at the two of you, whistling and cheering with his friends at the small romantic scene Yeonjun and you were starring in the middle of the street.

The sudden public appreciation made the two of you shy and instead of kissing you, Yeonjun just rested his forehead against yours, letting out a quiet chuckle as he closed his eyes.

"Why doesn't the world want me to kiss you?" He asked quietly, still smiling through his words.

"Screw the world, I just care about you"

Surprising him, you grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled him towards you, making your lips meet in a rushed kiss. Yeonjun couldn't help but smile and you giggled against his lips, shivering coldly when his hands reached up to cup one of your cheeks, caressing your soft skin gently.

After a few seconds of just kissing each other, refusing to be the one to break the moment, Yeonjun ended up pulling away "Are we moving or we're just going to make out in this shady street?" He asked playfully, refusing to move his lips away from yours, letting them brush against your lips with every single word he said. His eyes opened, watching your features curiously yet amusedly.

"Let's go, we've got an entire Christmas market to explore"

When you got to the place where the event was being held, there was no point in denying anxiety was starting to get to you, there were a lot of people around and there was no doubt that somebody from the crowd would surely recognize your famous boyfriend if the cap he was wearing fell down.

Yeonjun fixed his cap, lowering it a bit more so it would cover most of his blue hair and his eyes, his hand squeezing yours to reassure you that everything would be alright. He wasn't worried about himself but the fact that if fans started gathering around him, you would also be trapped in the middle of that nightmare with him and the last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt.

"Maybe it's better if we go back to the hotel?" He suddenly asked, the thought of you getting hurt being too much for him to handle.

You looked up at him confused yet surprised, after how far you’ve got he wanted to return to your room? "What?" You asked as if you hadn't heard him correctly, frowning softly, intertwining your fingers tighter "But you wanted to take a look, right?" You asked again, turning your body so you would be facing him.

"I don't want you to be trapped with me if someone recognizes me" He confessed, feeling a little fidgety yet shy at the sudden confession. Yeonjun shrugged when you kept watching him in pure awe, kind of fidgety under your unwavering gaze.

“It’s alright, nobody will recognize you” You muttered, pulling his hand as you stepped closer into the market, noticing he was feeling even more nervous.

“You sure?” He asked looking down at you, squeezing your hand even tighter.

“Let’s get some waffles!” You pulled his hand tightly, ignoring his last question and Yeonjun, unable to say no to you when you had that childish yet incredibly beautiful expression on your face ended up following you into the market, praying everything would turn out fine.

“I can’t believe we wasted so much money in a waffle” He muttered, walking away from the little stand as you bit down onto the nutella waffle he had just bought for you. It was true, it had been ridiculously expensive but seeing how happy you were eating it made it totally worth it.

“Shut up, you could buy the entire stand if you wanted to” You said amused, groaning satisfied when the warm sweet flavor overwhelmed your paladar. “This is so good, try it” You pushed the waffle in his direction and Yeonjun couldn’t help but laugh when he saw you had gotten some nutella onto your nose.

“Can you stop sticking your nose into our food?” He asked jokingly, using a tissue to get rid of the sticky chocolate stain on your skin before he leaned closer to take a bite from it.

“Our food?” You asked shocked, watching him take a huge bite from your waffle “Hey! You might as well eat the rest of it!” You scolded with a pout, trying hard not to smile when he just chuckled after swallowing your food “Not letting you take another bite”

“Oh come on, I want some more” Yeonjun whined, wrapping his arms around you from behind so he could keep you close to him and avoid you walking away. “Please babe?” He asked, using the petname, knowing that would make you feel weaker against his advances.

“Nope” You shook your head, firm on your decision.

“Please, please, please, my loooove” Yeonjun added in a cute voice, leaving a thousand kisses on your cheek until you started giggling in his arms once again, absolutely melting against him.

“Fine, whatever, take another bite” You said trying to sound angry but laughing in the end.

Yeonjun smiled satisfied with your answer, leaning his head over your shoulder so he could still take a bite from behind you without having to unwrap his arms from you. The side of his head rested comfortably against yours, his body slowly rocking to the beat of the christmas carols that played in the background. So far, nobody seemed to be paying attention to any of you and Yeonjun was glad the two of you could feel like a normal couple for once.

“We should buy another one on our way back to the hotel” He proposed, watching you eat the last bite with a smile on his face, his head leaning down instinctively to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Didn’t you say it was too expensive?” You asked tilting your head back so you could look at him

“I never said I was paying for it” He replied, smirking, making you roll your eyes and break free from the comfort of his arms.

“You’re….”

“Amazing, cute, adorable, absolutely handsome, sexy?” He asked lowly, his deep voice turning your cheeks slightly pink. Yeonjun smiled at your reaction and you shook your head.

“An idiot” You finished before walking away, amused when you heard him whining and complaining behind you.

The two of you started walking around, looking at all the different stalls and seeing the things they sold apart from buying more food for the two of you. The atmosphere was fantastic and being able to walk downtown with Yeonjun like you were doing right now felt incredibly domestic yet it somehow felt like one of the best dates the two of you ever had. Walking while holding hands, drinking hot chocolate and just joking with each other would be your ideal date from now on.

Unfortunately, the time to go back approached and even when the two of you wanted to spend more time out, stay there for a little longer, you knew you should go back to the hotel before someone ended up realizing Yeonjun and you had sneaked out without any security. You loved him and you would hate yourself if he got in trouble just to please you.

“Wait” Yeonjun suddenly stopped walking, stopping right in front of the gigantic Christmas tree that had been placed in the middle of the square. The sight of his face adorned with the colorful lights of the tree made you smile, he looked so cute, so handsome...It made you realize all over again that you were truly lucky to have such a boyfriend “I bought you a present”

Your brain took a few seconds to process what he had just said, you were surprised and shocked to say the least “You did?” You asked curiously, kind of feeling bad for not buying anything for him “You could have said something and I would have also got you one” You said pouting but he shook his head, pulling you a bit closer to him so you would hear him perfectly over the sounds of the music and people talking that surrounded you.

“I know dating someone like me isn’t easy” He started off, his smile fading a little when his eyes met yours “Like yeah, having a famous boyfriend must be cool and all of that” He joked, making you smile “But I know for sure that you sometimes wish we could do things we normally can’t do, like what we did today” Yeonjun squeezed your hand when you shook your head, wanting to reassured him but he kept talking “I’ve never really said this out loud but after this trip I realized it might be important for you to hear it because you are the most important person in my life” Your heart skipped a beat at the seriousness of his voice, his words making you tear up a little “Like, I can’t believe almost a year ago I was afraid to talk to you and now we’re travelling all around the world together”

“Thank God I approached you first” You interrupted jokingly, rolling your eyes, making him laugh

“I thank God for that every single day, trust me” Yeonjun said wrapping one of his arms around your torso, keeping your body against him, making the moment even more intimate between the two of you “I want to thank you for being there in my hardest days, for giving me support when I most needed it and for accompanying me even when I push you away when stress gets to me” You shook your head again, feeling a tear roll down your cheek “Things aren’t always easy for us but you’re such a strong person….We wouldn’t have gotten this far if it wasn’t for you...I wouldn’t have gotten this far if it wasn’t for you” He said resting his forehead against yours, smiling even though you were starting to cry even harder at his words “So yeah, thank you for staying by my side, for standing my annoying ass and for being my number one fan no matter what….Thank you for loving me”

You opened your mouth to say something but Yeonjun shut you up with a soft kiss, not letting you say anything yet since he wasn’t really done with his little speech “And that’s why I bought you this” Excitedly, he took out a Santa Claus’ hat, making you laugh when you saw the small present he had bought for you “I want you to have this through every Christmas we spend together as a memory of this moment” Yeonjun let go of your hand to reach out and put on the hat, smiling widely when he saw how cute you looked with it on your head “Of the night we sneaked out and finally had a normal date for once” He added chuckling, making you giggle “Of the night I said I want to spend the rest of my Christmas by your side”

Without saying anything else, Yeonjun leaned down to seal his words with the sweetest and most wonderful kiss the two of you ever shared in your lives.

Running down the hall, you couldn’t help but keep laughing when you should be dead silent so nobody would notice Yeonjun and you running down the hall. Right when you were almost in your room, Yeonjun spotted one of the security guards walking towards the direction you were and pulled you into the staircase, almost making you drop the waffles the two of you were still eating on your way back.

“Dude!” You whispered shouted, hitting his chest for almost ruining your favourite jumper with a Nutella bath.

“Ow!” Yeonjun complained, frowning as he looked at you “He’s coming this way, shut up, shut up!” He said panicking, pushing you harder against the wall as if the two of you could magically camouflage like chameleons did when they were scared.

“Yeah, everyone answered when I knocked on their door except Yeonjun, maybe he is asleep?” The bodyguard asked into the walkie talkie as he walked towards the elevator “I’ll check on Soobin and then come back to his room with a key”

Yeonjun’s and your eyes opened as wide as plates and your boyfriend started running down the hall at light speed as soon as the bodyguard headed down another hall. “Come on, come on, come on” He muttered, frantically patting his pockets when he arrived at your door. As soon as he found the key, Yeonjun opened it and gently pushed you inside, closing it as quietly yet as fast as he could.

“What do I do with the waffles?” You asked panicking, whispering as he ran around, already undoing the bed sheets to jump inside.

“Hide them!” Yeonjun said turning around to look at you from the bed

“No way, are you Sherlock Holmes?” You asked rolling your eyes “Where do I hide them Yeonjun? Under the freaking bed?”

“Just put them somewhere, they won’t check the bathroom!”

You ran inside the bathroom and left the waffles there before rushing back into the room seeing Yeonjun was already laying under the blankets. The two of you giggled when you slid besides him, instantly laying on your side, being the big spoon and letting Yeonjun be the small one this time. You barely had time to pull the bedsheets over you before a couple of bodyguards poked their heads inside, their eyes instantly laying on the two of you sleeping there.

“Is she wearing a hat?” One of them whispered, his voice sounding confused.

“She is” The other one replied chuckling, you felt Yeonjun burying his face into the pillow to not start laughing himself too when he realized you had forgotten to take it off “Hey, it’s their way to celebrate Christmas together, that’s cute”

“I guess it is” You heard them stepping out of the room communicating through the walkie talkie, Yeonjun was safe and sound inside his bed, sleeping like a baby besides his girlfriend.

The two of you started laughing quietly as soon as they walked away, placing your hands onto your stomach as tears of happiness rolled down your cheeks. The two of you were almost breathless when your laughter finally died down, turning your head to meet his eyes again.

“If you get the waffles from the bathroom I’ll love you forever” Yeonjun said happily, making you groan obviously disliking his words.

“No, you get them” You replied pushing him gently, successfully kicking Yeonjun out of the bed.

“I hate you” He said glaring at you as he walked to the bathroom

“You love me” You said giggling when he walked back out, holding the two waffles.

“I guess you’re right” He admitted sitting besides you, rolling his eyes, acting all confident as if he hadn’t poured his heart out for you a few seconds ago.

“YoU’rE tHe MoSt ImPoRtAnT pErSoN iN My LiFe” You mocked smirking, laughing when he pushed you away from him. “I love you too idiot” You replied, watching him going from pouty puppy to a huge bright smile

“I love you more Miss Claus” Yeonjun replied, making the two of you giggle, pecking your lips before he handed you your waffle “I love you more”

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morimallow · 3 years

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hi! can i ask a NSFW alphabet for miya osamu? tysm >.<

NSFW Alphabet (Osamu Miya)

Did not proof read as usual, feel free to correct any errors.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

FUCK. He learned from the best after all. Well, not really? Even before Kita came to picture, Osamu had always taken care of you every after sex without fail. He knows he’s rough sometimes so he gives you time to relax your body and to help you, he’d give you a massage and God, does his hands to wonders. He’d prepare your bath and carry you there like a princess, leaving a wet kiss on your lips before telling you to wait for him because he’ll go cook your favorite food as s reward for taking his cock so well as always.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Osamu loves his man tiddies, he knows he still has the body of a fucking god and you aren’t complaining when he lowkey flexes his muscles in front of you. He loves how your hands move from his shoulders to his pecs, lightly pushing him but not really. Also, he loves your hands and thighs ─ how sensual your touches are and the way your thighs are just perfect in his hands, not the kind that it fits in his but the way it feels so soft and right.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man comes so much you’re afraid you’re literally milking him dry. He purposely forgets to buy condoms because he heard you talking to your friend how heavenly it feels when he fucks you raw. What he doesn’t forget to buy are your pills and also Plan Bs just in case, he thinks. When he feels he’s coming, he’d flip you over, pull out, and come on your back and ass. One time, he bit the part of your butt cheek not covered in cum and murmured, “Cinnamon,” under his breath. He comes in you just as many times as he pulls out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He fingered someone with Nutella and licked her insides clean, at least he thinks he did. I don’t really know why I thought of this. The girl broke up with him the next day because an ant bit her. I’m so sorry for her, really.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ya’ll think Atsumu is the sex god and the fuckboy between the both of them but noooooo. Osamu Miya may have had lesser partners but he’s slightly better in bed than Atsumu, as the latter had explained once. It just comes to naturally to him, yeah? He’s flexible in his kitchen, fingers and wrists always moving in a graceful manner. And his hips, fuck. Believe me when I say he has never bumped into any furniture in his life. He sways his hips to avoid those and ain’t that fucking hot.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He told me he doesn’t have one. That info about him having a hard time thinking of what he would want to eat as his last meal and that he doesn’t have favorites, yes, it also applies here. As long as it feels good for the both of you, then positions don’t matter.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

This Miya compares everything he sees, does, experiences to food. He’d say your hole is like that of a gaping fish’s mouth whenever you squeeze him good. He’d say your walls are so silk like tofu. He’d chomp on your ass cheeks like how Atsumu chomps on his extra-large serving of onigiris. Reading this, it might seem like sex with him is awkward but no. The way he delivers those words rolls off his tongue so smoothly you just want to be the best food he has ever tasted.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trims once every two weeks and keeps his balls absolutely hairless because he likes you to suck them good every once in a while. His pubes are in a dark shade of brown so yes, it matches his original hair color.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He matches how sensual your hands are with his own. He wants to make you feel loved and appreciated just by touch. He places kisses all over your body, bites your shoulder, nibbles your earlobes, and finally, he gives you the best kiss on your forehead you can’t do anything but to just dip your head in his chest.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You guys have that connected dildo and fleshlight and he always sends videos to you whenever and wherever. He just can’t stop himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

You guessed it right because the first one I thought of is food play. Typical but that’s just how he is.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I’M SO CLICHÉ BUT FUCK IT. Kitchen, of course, but just the one in your house and not the kitchen in Onigiri Miya but he doesn’t mind fucking you inside his office though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He’s so fucked up when he realized he got hard just seeing you eating a banana. You didn’t know that time but when you knew about this, you’d eat at least two bananas every day and you’d purposely eat it sensually in front of him when you want to get dicked. After his realization, he observed how sexy you eat every food, how your cheeks are full, how your mouth opens and closes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He could never do a knife play with you or with anyone because he has this urge to cook whenever he holds a knife so if you don’t want him making you into a human sushi, don’t bring this up ever again.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This greedy man prefers receiving and absolutely loses his shit when you suck his balls so good, he wants to come on your face. In the giving aspect, he knows your weak spots so coming from him just eating you out is so easy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I said this before and I’ll say it again: We all have these two sides but Osamu leans more on the former! It might seem like he’s all taking and taking in your relationship but he knows you like that as much as he does. He’d usually go slow and sensual when he’s stressed. Might’ve been better if he just slept off his tiredness but he insists on having long foreplays and he rarely sleeps during sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves it so much he wants to rail you in every corner of his office, the kitchen in your newly-bought house, in the dressing room ─ he’s more subtle than his twin but they’re both monsters in sex, no doubt.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He even fucked you in his office in the grand opening of his new branch with the door open for his staff to see. Of course, he’s always game to experiments as long as he can fuck you senseless in the end.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He lasts longer than Kita by just one round on average. Come on, the man cooks all the time, manages his own business, always eats rice, of course his workouts are hardcore and that’s where his stamina comes from aside from playing volleyball in high school.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You guys own the connected and personalized fleshligth and dildo set.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Osamu is such a fucking tease. He cooks naked when he’s in the mood but wants you to initiate things, firm ass only for you to see. Comparing you to food isn’t only for when you guys fuck but he’d whisper things in your ear when you’re out in public. He’s a sadist, he wants you to beg for him and when you do, he’d just go faster.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He never shuts up during sex. He makes sure someone always hears you to let them know you’re having sex and he’s not afraid of moaning out the pleasure he’s feeling. He knows you love the sounds he makes; he knows it himself that it’s hot.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He presses his forehead against yours and looks at you in the eyes as he comes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Broad shoulders, toned torso, man tiddies, firm ass, everything about him is perfect and his cock is, too ─ right length, enough thickness to stretch your aching hole, and his inner thighs always sport scratch marks.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He literally fucks you anywhere and everywhere, that kind of explains this part.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He takes his time in aftercare just like how he takes time to make you feel loved in every aspect and he doesn’t stop cleaning you up and making you comfortable even if you fell asleep in the tub or while he was giving you a massage. He will only fall asleep when he’s certain that you’re satisfied and well.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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Moments with mini-angel; Freddie Mercury and John Deacon

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well I have for you all another update on my Rock Angel series. Now for this specific chapter I’m breaking it up into 4 parts, and today you guys get the first half of it. This chapter is all about the first few months of Kelly’s life before the KInd of Magic tour began. In this part we’ll see what it was like for Deacy and Freddie to literally share a moment with baby Kelly the day after she was born. I took inspiration from a Friends episode so I’ll bet most of you will know where I’m going with this and I hope you all enjoy this part :)

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*Day after the birth*

After getting the all clear to leave the hospital, the boys, Jack, the girls and I all headed back to the house. They helped us get everything set up at the house and once it was all done most of everyone had left except for Brian, Freddie and Deacy.

“Okay that should be everything.” Jack said as he finally took his shoes off. I came down the stairs wearing my comfortable white fluffy bathrobe after finally taking a shower for the first time in like 37 hours.

“Feel human darling?” Freddie asked me.

“God I never felt that sweaty and gross even after a performance. Or partying with you lot.” I pointed to Freddie and Deacy.

“Well lucky for you worried mama, baby Kelly is still asleep just like I told you she would be.” Deacy said. I smiled and went over to my baby girl’s bassinet and looked down at her to see that she was in fact still asleep.

“God is it sappy of me to say that I already love her so much?”

“Not at all sister. You’re a new mum now. And it’s natural for you to feel that way.” Deacy said as he came up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “She really is the cutest thing. I’ll bet she looked just like you when you were a baby.”

“If this is your way of getting those baby pictures out of me, forget it Deacon.” I said to him.

“Trust me Deacy. I’ve been trying that same move throughout the entire pregnancy. She won’t even let me see those pictures.”

“And none of you will so long as I’m alive.” I proclaimed.

“Alright mama lion, then if you won’t let us then as punishment you can go right on up to bed.” Brian said as he came out from the hallway putting up some of the baby supplies away.

“He’s right dear. You go right on up to bed.” Freddie said as he came up and guided me away from my baby.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa but whose gonna watch Kelly? What if she needs to be fed?”

“We’ve got this covered baby. Freddie, Deacy, Brian and I can handle her.”

“Yeah sure four men and a baby. What can go wrong?”

“Ye have little faith in us poppet. Need I remind you that half of us have more than one child.” Brian reminded me as Freddie and I reached the staircase.

“Yeah and one of those two just kept popping them out.” Freddie joked which made Deacy go extremely red in the face and turn away.

“Okay but—if things get too crazy, promise me you’ll wake me up. I want to be involved with my baby girl at home.” I said to Jack.

“I promise baby. Now go upstairs and get some rest. Cause even though you’ve cleaned yourself off you still look so tired.” He said as he cupped my face between his hands. With a soft kiss to my lips, Jack then gestured for me to go on up to bed so I obliged and headed up the stairs after bidding the guys a good day.

They all told me to have pleasant dreams and to not worry because they had everything under control.

*Jack’s POV*

Once (Y/n) disappeared and we all heard the door shut, I immediately raced over to my baby girl’s bassinet and just stared down at her. God I can’t believe it. My first child is a baby girl. Secretly I was hoping my first baby would be a girl. A little mini-(Y/n) that would look every ounce like her mother.

“Already got you wrapped around her tiny little finger huh?” I heard Deacy say as he came up to me.

“Yeah.”

“Baby girls will do that to you. God I remember when Laura was born. Never did I think I would have a little girl after Michael and Robert. But low and behold when the nurse wrapped that baby up in pink. I knew I was in for it. So much like her mum from her head to her feet.”

“Ohhh she is just so cute!” Freddie said as he came up to my other side. “God I just wanna—bite off her little ear and use it as a sucking candy.” He cooed.

“Freddie.” John scolded. But then he cooed out as he looked back down at baby Kelly. “But I could take one of those feet and make it into a Jam roly-poly.” I shook my head smiling widely almost not even believing my ears at hearing the frontman and bassist of Queen talking like this.

“And you guys ask me why I’m a vegetarian.” We heard Brian say.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous Brian darling, look at that baby girl and pretend you wouldn’t want to gobble her up.” Freddie said. Brian came up and looked down at Kelly.

“She’s too adorable to eat. She’s like a baby badger all tucked in and snug.”

“Of course you’d compare her to a badger.” Deacy muttered lowly.

“She should take that as the highest compliment. They are my favorite animal after all.”

“Okay, okay let’s say my baby girl’s both cute like a badger and good enough to eat.” I said trying to compromise the situation. The three of them agreed and that’s when I asked Brian. “So Brian, you put away the pacifiers?”

“Yes. They are in the cupboard in the kitchen.”

“The burping cloths?”

“Linen closet just down that hall, second door to the right.”

“The……diapers?”

“In the hospital.” Brian said point blank as he made a face that said, ‘now I know what I forgot.’ I looked at him as Freddie said.

“Whoa you’ve got a hospital in this place Brian? Fancy.”

“No, no I forgot to grab the diapers when we left the hospital. There’s some in the bag but I’ll go out and get some more before I head back home.”

“Alright thanks Brian.” He reached over and grabbed his keys and he left the house saying he’ll be back in about 15-20 minutes. Once he left, I walked right back over to my baby girl and I smiled down at her.

“You know I’m starting to know just exactly why you managed to convince Roger to leave and buy out nearly an entire toy store, and why you were able to convince (y/n) to get some rest. You wanted some time alone with her.” Deacy said to me.

“Can you blame me? I mean I love Roger and respect him, almost as half as I do you. But at this rate the only time I’ll be able to hold my daughter is when you guys are in the studio or when he’s dead.”

“Little dark there aren’t yah Jack dear?” Freddie spoke with a quirked brow.

“Well yeah. But I don’t wanna think about that right now. Cause now I get my one on one time with the cutie little baby. God I can’t believe how much I already love her. I don’t even wanna leave her. Like I actually miss her.”

“You know dear she’s right there right?” Freddie said pointing down at her.

“Welcome to the world of fatherhood Jack.” Deacy said to me as he clasped my shoulder.

“Oh I love her so much. I just—I can’t wait any longer. I think I’m gonna wake her up.”

“Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Jack. New father rule #1; Never, ever, ever. Wake up a sleeping baby.” Deacy warned me as he stopped me from reaching down to pick up my baby girl.

“I can do whatever I want, I partially made her.” I scoffed.

Okay maybe I was a little arrogant in that response but hey I’m 27 years old, and a new father of one. I couldn’t wait forever especially with the godfather she has. I reached down and that’s when Kelly started to squirm awake before she started crying.

I cooed down to greet her but her crying suddenly got louder and louder until I knew she wouldn’t be able to hear me. I quickly turned to Deacy who only looked at me with his arms crossed and his brow raised.

“This is the part where Deacy would say he told you so but it—looks like mini angel beat him to it.” Freddie said.

“Okay, okay daddy’s sorry. Daddy’s so sorry baby girl. Shshshsh, please go back to sleep, please go right back to sleep baby girl.” I tried bouncing her up and down trying to get her to go back to sleep but nothing was working.

“Kinda breaks your heart doesn’t it? Seeing them cry like that.” Deacy said to Freddie.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “How long do you think we have to stay?”

Over an hour later, even when he came in the time frame he said he would with the diapers. Freddie shooed Brian away saving him from the deafening noise that was plaguing his studio home.

Even though Brian wanted to help, Freddie told him to save himself and after giving us the new supply of diapers, it was up to Deacy, Fred and myself to try and get Kelly to stop crying.

“Alright we’ve already tried feeding her, changing her, burping her. Ohh here’s something.” Freddie said going through one of the new ‘Daddy and baby’ books.

“What is it?” I asked as I continued to try and bounce Kelly up and down.

“It says, ‘go back in time and LISTEN TO DEACY!’” Freddie snapped at me.

“Wait I remember something Ronnie used to do with Michael whenever he got fussy when he woke up.” Deacy remembered as he dropped the book for ‘Comforts of a newborn’. I looked at him desperately and he told me, “hold her close to your body as you rapidly swing her from side to side.”

“You sure that’ll work?” I asked him.

“Jack dear. We’ve tried everything else. And like I said before, listen to the master!” I nodded and tried to see how this was gonna go. I adjusted Kelly and brought her close to me and awkwardly swung her side to side as fast as I could. Her crying soon stopped and I smiled happily.

“It worked.” Deacy said with a wide smile.

“Ha! It did. It really did work!” I stopped for a brief moment to look down at her only to see as she just threw up a little. “Oh nope. Nope she just stop to throw up a little.” I cleaned her up and soon her crying started right back up. Both Deacy and Fred leaned back onto the couch in defeat.

After cleaning her up I walked around the room trying desperately to get Kelly to go back to sleep.

“God what am I gonna do?! It’s been over an hour and it won’t stop crying!” I whined out.

“She, Jack. Not it.” Deacy pointed out.

“At this point I’m not so sure.”

“My god I seriously need to apologize to Ronnie. I’m starting to lose my mind.” Deacy said as he brushed his hands through his hair.

“No doubt. Okay this just proves that NO GOOD CAN COME FROM HAVING SEX WITH (Y/N)!!!” Freddie threw the book aside before collapsing his face into his hands as he leaned forward.

Another 15 minutes passed and Kelly was still crying. At this point all of us were exhausted.

“God can one of you please take her please?” Deacy stood up and I carefully transferred her into his arms. “I have to go to the bathroom.” I then raced off but not before hearing Freddie say.

“I gotta go scream into a fucking pillow.” He walked up and soon turned into another hallway.

*3rd Person POV*

With the two men gone, Deacy was now the only one left with Kelly in the living room. As Kelly continued to cry, Deacy looked down at her and he lightly bounced her up and down.

“Kelly. Kelly-belly. Wanna bounce? Be bouncy baby girl? Hmm bouncy baby girl.” Then kinda like what he does on stage, Deacy began to bouncy his body upper body up and down as he ducked Kelly downward before coming back up and bouncing her up and down.

All the while Deacy kept muttering the word “baby” three times, and as he would duck down, he’d make an ooh sound before chanting out baby. Soon enough by the third time he did this, Kelly’s crying ceased. He looked down at his niece smiling but kept up the gently bouncing motion.

“Have I officially gone deaf?” Freddie’s voice soon spoke up as he now stood behind Deacy frozen.

“It worked.” Deacy quietly cheered. Deacy continued the bouncy/ducking motion. This time his voice doing it more confidently and deeper with a little gruff to it, but to Kelly it sounded goofy, not threatening.

“No wonder you have all those Deaklings. Veronica must say you’re a fireball in bed.” Freddie said. Deacy looked back down at Kelly and saw that she had fallen back asleep.

“I can’t believe it. She’s asleep. I got her to go to sleep.” Deacy said as he sat down on the couch. “Oh Jack is never gonna hear the end of this.” Freddie nodded with a wide smile.

“I can hear traffic and birds. I can hear the voices in my head again.” Deacy gave him one of his famed funny looks as Freddie continued, “For music purposes darling don’t get dirty.” Freddie then took a seat at one of the chairs exhaling in relief that the crying had finally stopped.

*Jack’s POV*

After getting done with the bathroom, I was in shock to hear total silence. At first I though Kelly had been taken out of the house but when I saw both Freddie and Deacy sitting down, I saw that Kelly had actually gone back to sleep, and Deacy helped her do it.

“Oh my god. You got her to stop crying!” I quietly cheered.

“Of course I did. Have you learned your lesson?” I smiled widely and nodded.

“You are the official baby-crier stopper.”

“No need to thank me Jack.”

“You are never leaving this house.”

“Say what now?”

“That’s your new job. Day or night. She starts crying, (y/n) and I need you here.”

“Ohhh no, no, no you can’t—”

“Well you don’t need me so I’ll just take my leave. Baby whisperer good luck. Jack dear, let’s—give it 6-8 months.” Freddie said as he got up and headed straight for the door. He opened it up and silently closed it behind him.

I shook my head before sitting right down beside Deacy and the two of us looked down at my baby girl. Thank god she was finally done crying and now she was back to being the adorable sleeping baby she was.

“Okay so listen I’m gonna go lie down.” I said as I slowly got up.

“What?” he quietly hissed at me.

“Well you know the book said that whenever she’s sleeping, the parents should be sleeping. But you ohh—” I gave him a thumbs up before quickly racing up the stairs and getting into one of the spare bedrooms.

*My POV*

When I awoke to the sun’s rays peeking through the curtains and the sound of bird’s chirping outside, I began to wonder just how long I had slept.

Walking downstairs I saw Jack on the couch and when he turned to look at me he smiled and said.

“And she awakes.”

“Yeah, how long was I asleep?”

“You literally slept all day yesterday, into the night and most of this morning. It’s almost noon now, so I’d say almost a full 24 hours you’ve slept.”

“Well hey I had an excuse for sleeping that late so don’t you dare try to blame anything on me.” I said as I came up to him and sat down close beside him. “The guys go home already?”

“Yeah. Fred left about an hour after you fell asleep.”

“And Kelly, how’d she do?”

“Well I can tell you one thing, never wake her up when she’s taking her nap.”

“Oh no Jack you didn’t. How many times do I have to tell you, never wake up a woman sleeping. You know how I’ve gotten when I’m woken up too early.”

“Yeah and I see where Kelly gets it from.” I scoffed at him and slapped Jack’s face with the couch pillow. “Ow!”

“Well you deserved it.” I sassed at him. “Why didn’t you wake me up to help you guys out?”

“Because I really wanted you to sleep. You’ve put so much work into bringing her into the world, plus with your schedule you’ve had this year you deserved it.”

“Awww love.” I kissed him softly. “Now what’s the real reason?” I asked him point blank. He sighed and admitted.

“I just—wanted to prove myself to be a good dad. I mean I’m competing against rockstars who have been father’s or uncles to each other’s kids. And—all I am I just me. And I wanted to show Kelly that her dad can love her just as much hell even more than her rockstar family can.”

“Jack, sweetie.” I took his hand in mine. “Of course Kelly is gonna love you. Family is not a competition on who loves who more. When I married you, I knew it was because you were the only person to ever see me for me, and not as just the Rock Angel. The guys especially Roger only push you so far because they’re testing on just how far are you willing to go for me. And I’d say you’ve proven that long ago when we first met.”

“Yeah that guy was an asshole for ambushing you.”

“And you are clearly the better boyfriend than Adam ever was to me. He rarely ever listened to me.”

“You know I still don’t see how you ever fell for him?” I laughed softly.

“Sometimes I do too. Guess I was just young and he was my first boyfriend. Love is blind, especially your first but I’ve changed. I grew. Which eventually led me straight to you.” I leaned my head against his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around me. “We’re a team now Jack. Especially with our little girl now, and I want to be a part of her life while I’m on hiatus. So promise me you’ll call me anytime you need help?”

“I promise (y/n).” Then right on cue from her nursery Kelly began crying. We both looked upstairs and I turned to Jack and said.

“Want me to take care of that daddy lion?”

“Nah it’ll be okay mama lion. DEACY!!!!” suddenly out of nowhere coming out of another room was Deacy who raced up the stairs repeating out rapidly.

“Got it got it got it got it got it got it got it.” I turned to Jack confused who just looked at me innocently with a shrug. I playfully glared at him and slapped his arm as I turned back upstairs.

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sugawara-sweetheart · 4 years

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🌞 hello love!! can i get a hq matchup please? im an enfp and taurus (which both fit me perfectly LMAO) and in general im very chaotic!! i have a very distinct sense of humor so in a partner i look for someone who wont think im weird for laughing at weird stuff HAHDBDB. im a very bright and sunshine-y person but i get along with a VERY wide variety of people. im very...VERY attracted to people who can make me laugh and dont care about embarrassing themselves!! (1/2)

🌞 i tend to be a bit of a gossip so someone who wont mind that (or gossips with me 👀). i have a very defined aesthetic and i love giving makeovers to others so someone who i can dress up as well!! i like to take naps (cuddles,,) and i love reptiles having a few myself! (two snakes and a frog!) now some less sfw stuff 👀 im more of a giver but lowkey love being dominated, praise and constant reassurance is a must have!!! hope this wasnt too much!!! thank ya 💞💞 🌞 omg wait did i mention my appearance im 5'6 and have a slimmer figure with wider hips which would be nice if it weren't for my hip dips and stretch marks 😔😔 i have grey eyes and light skin with a few freckles and dimples. my hair is naturally dark brown but i got highlights so it's more of a dirty blonde, its long and naturally wavy!! ok that's all now i swear im so sorry for bothering you 😭

thank you so much for requesting!💓you sound like a lovely person and can i just say, stretch marks and hip dips are perfectly normal and natural and do not take away any beauty from your body! it it NOT a flaw because it is natural AND SECONDLY NO BODY HAS ANYTHING WRONG WITH THEM!!!

i match you up with...bokuto kōtarō!!!

bokuto would be so attracted to you because of how ✨c h a o t i c✨you are, just like him!!

he and akaashi sees you kicking the vending machine and whilst akaashi is like “hey, you guys share the same braincell!” bokuto is charging over to fly kick the vending machine because IT STOLE HIS MONEY TOO

anyway, he got you your chocolate and money back and loads more free snacks because the vending machine glass broke and you both end up dating

you and bokuto are such a loud, happy couple that everyone can see how enthusiastic you are about each other

because you’re both so extroverted, you love talking to new people and making new friends and you both stay up very late because you both have so much to say to each other

sometimes you guys do end up talking over each other akaashi sets five minute timers so you both get enough time to talk in turns and then eventually tells you it’s ‘silent time’

you’re really appreciative of bokuto, always there to cheer him up during his mood swings and support him at matches so he really adores you and loves making you happy in any way he can

he loves how warm and patient you are, and he can always rely on you so he feels so comfortable he tells you everything

which leads to gossip sessions where you and bokuto spill all the tea to each other. he’s telling you why komori’s girlfriend didn’t speak to him for 3 weeks and you’re telling him all the gossip from your maths class kuroo later calls you up for more details on whatever gossip you spill to bokuto because bokuto can’t keep a secret

bokuto adores how happy you are as it always makes him feel happier. he calls you his sunshine or sunny and has you saved in his phone with sun emojis and pink hearts

you and bokuto have the craziest sense of humour where you will both laugh at anything the other one says/does, which often has other people confused but it doesn’t matter because you two understand each other’s humour and that’s all that matters💛

send memes to each other instead of good morning/good night messages

you and bokuto have a lot of shopping dates where you help him choose clothes. he always loves your fashion advice, hyping you up whenever you’re trying clothes on and takes plenty of selfies in the changing rooms. whenever someone compliments him on his clothes, he’ll get so smug and brag about you “yeah, my s/o y/n chose it. they’re the best- they’re so stylish!”

you help him curate the prettiest, most aesthetic instagram feed

your dates are also very aesthetic- like if it’s film night at home, you’re setting up a blanket fort and stringing fairy lights around, you’re wearing matching pyjamas and putting food in cute pastel bowls

you both need to cuddle when napping- bokuto loves to spoon you but occasionally he'll want to be the little spoon and will love how you cling to his tall, beefy frame

bokuto is a little freaked out of your reptile babies but eventually becomes the best reptile dad to your cute frog he’s still scared of the snakes though because once daishō from nohebi sent him into an emo mode

likes to just poke his fingers into your dimples when you smile

nsfw

bokuto LOVES your hips, like he loves to fuck you from behind so he can just hold onto your hips because he thinks they’re sexy

leaves loads of hickeys on your hips too- the soft skin will always be decorated in an array of purple bruises

bokuto loves to dom you but he’s a very soft dom. he hates punishing you so sex is always softer where he call you his good girl/boy, asks you if you’re okay and praises you for everything you do

“you take my cock so well, my pretty girl.”

“look so beautiful when you’re cumming over my cock.”

“is this okay? how do you want me to touch you?”

really likes receiving so the fact that you’re a giver is perfect for bokuto

but he always feels a little bad and selfish so praises you extra and makes you cum like three times on his cock before he finishes

#im writing a body positivity series #have some holy water <3 #matchups #match up #haikyuu #haikyuu match up #match up requests #haikyuu headcanons #headcanons #bokuto #bokuto match up #bokuto headcanons

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Please Girl Stay, ‘Till The Early Morning

A YSAG Fan Fic! Thanks @myherowritings for such wonderful work, hopefully you enjoy this!

Inspired by You Suck At Gaming

You smiled at your phone incredulously. Another night with Shinsou working on your gamer gurl skillz? You were sure to be halfway decent with all this practice. Oh, and he would make you guys dinner? What a great night to hang out!

Shinsou chewed on his lip as he waited for a response from you. Hopefully she didn’t think he was being too forward? Was it a date? Would she mind? He had been wanting to do something more intimate since their Just Dance stream. Your friends were great and all, but having you to himself meant that you might actually pick up on the hints that he had been throwing out lately. The thought also made him incredibly nervous, what if you were just ignoring his feelings because you didn’t share them? What if this pushes you away?

“Ok!!!!!! I’ll see you at 6 then??? Ready for that dank ass food 😫 We can see if your cooking skills rival Katsuki’s 😘😘💍💍”

He sighed. Smiling but also sighing. “Sounds great. See you soon kitten 🙄 and I’ll try my best.” Your responses never gave him answers to his feelings, if they were reciprocated or not. Shaking his head, Shinsou switched tabs to start his grocery list for dinner. What could he make that was woo-worthy? But also lowkey. Like he was trying, but not too much?

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“You’re cold? Really?” Shinsou laughed, looking at your pout as you wrapped your arms around yourself sitting on the edge of his bed. You’d both drank a bit during dinner and it made you extra dramatic. His couch was currently occupied by laundry that he had only just been able to take out before you had arrived. Oh, that gave him an idea!

“I’ll fix that real quick kitten,” he smirked, coming back from the living room with one of his sponsor hoodies in hand. He tossed it to you and the face that you made was pure awe. It was one of his better ones, super soft and not too hot, the perfect amount of slouch too.

“You’re giving me one of your hoodies?!” You practically screeched as you held it up to your frame. This was prime pretend boyfriend material!

It would definitely go down to your waist and envelop you arms. Fuck you were cute. If Shinsou wasn’t so good at putting on faces for his streams, he wouldn’t have been able to hide the heat in his cheeks at the thought of you in his clothes. In his bed. Or just all of the time. He liked any and all of those options. You had already stolen one of his beanies to head home in when the snow started, wearing it often enough for some fans to notice and point it out during streams.

“Um … Can I borrow some pants too?” You asked, kicking your legs a bit to emphasize the bareness of your legs with your cute skirt. “Being fashionable was an awful idea today,” you huffed. Then you squealed as Hitoshi brought you back a pair of sweatpants that he wore on long stream days.

“Meee-ow! Grey sweatpants. The men’s lingerie” you giggled, running into the bathroom with your newly found PJs.

You couldn’t keep these, he thought with finality, these were his favorite comfy clothes– and then you walked out of the bathroom. His hoodie hung off of you in the most endearing way, maybe in that cute “wearing your boyfriend’s clothes” kind of way? He really enjoyed seeing his emblem on you. Maybe too much.

You coughed and red tinted your cheeks as his stare intensified. “Hitoshiiiii? Did you drink too much? Everything okay?” Snapping him back to reality. He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, you just got me about the sweatpants” he replied, thankful that you had changed your gaze to the pants that hung off your hips and grazed the floor. He was a significant amount taller than you and it showed.

“Thinking about me in your clothes?” You teased, oblivious to the truth behind your words. “I should steal them more often! Your e-boy fashion is cute as heck.”

“Whenever you want kitten,” he smirked, ignoring the e-boy comment. He grabbed his switch and sat down on the bed, motioning for you to sit next to him. “Now this is a game that you can’t mess up.”

You rolled your eyes, sticking out your tongue at him and plopping down next to him, but not before tugging at his shirt. “You should get in comfies too! You made it sound like it’s gonna be a long night,”. His breath hitched as your fingers brushed against his stomach and you pulled your hand away so fast, your face beet red. “And y-you know, I can’t be the only one i-in scrubs!”

He sighed internally. You weren’t making this crush any easier with your cute reactions, but he loved the blush on your face. “You trying to get me undressed kitten? You don’t have to say please for that,” he smirked, caressing the hand that you’d yanked away from him and placing a kiss on the back of it.

“Shinsou!!!!!!” You squealed, face even more red, “You can’t say stuff like that until we’re married! You deviant. Not on MY Christian minecraft server!” Hitoshi rolled his eyes and kissed your hand again before getting up to grab his own pajamas. You were impossible. He didn’t know how he could ever convince you of his feelings when you were like this. He stuck out his tongue at you, walking backwards into the bathroom only to pull off his shirt to get a rise out of you, chuckling at the scream you let out. “You didn’t tell me that you were ripped?!?! How are we gonna keep up our dating image when you’re so fucking hot and I’m so ME?”

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Shinsou smirked as he defeated the elephant boss in Breath of the Wild, he didn’t think you could mess up Zelda but here you were! He looked down at you—you were asleep??? He must have gotten more into the game than he realized, still buzzed from dinner. You made a soft noise as you adjusted yourself and draped yourself across his chest, legs tangled with his. He was definitely trapped now. From this angle he could see the cute pout that your lips made when he moved to get more comfortable, the way your brow furrowed in determination as you readjusted yourself. He could live like this; Shinsou thought, falling asleep with you every night, with you in his clothes, in his arms. You grabbed his arm and pulled it into your chest and he just about melted. He brushed hair off of your face with his free hand and reveled in the gentle sigh that you let out at his touch. He could definitely get used to this. “Goodnight kitten,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead before laying back into his pillows and drifting off.

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Something tugged at your consciousness, making you open your eyes to see what was wrong. You were incredibly comfortable though, toasty, wrapped up and on the best pillow that was firm but warm? Where did this come from? You heard … Shinsou? Talking? You went to sit up and push the weighted blanket off of you that had been holding you in place. But it came back and gripped your side, pulling you closer to the heat in the bed.

“You don’ understan’ ” he mumbled into your hair.

You turned pale, making out the shapes in the dark. You were wrapped up in Shinsou’s arms on his bed, with his face smooshed against your hair. He sounded like he was arguing with someone about something. Sliding out from his grip, you squeaked and backed up from the bed, tripping on something on the floor and landing loudly on your butt. You were beet red and freaking out. Did you fall asleep here? Alone? With Hitoshi? In his house? Your eyes adjusted and you saw that you were in his pants too. What happened?

“Kitten?” Hitoshi sighed, leaning over the side of the bed and reaching out his hand to you, “Is everything ok? Did you fall off the bed?”

“Uh—ummmm everything is fine! I just remembered that I have. Stuff! To do! I should really get going—I’m sorry that I fell asleep here and somehow got your clothes and—” you rambled, standing back up facing the bed, when Shinsou grabbed your hand with both of his. He had sat up, looking at you with sleepy, concerned eyes, rubbing the back of your hand. “Y/n it’s late, it’s snowing and you took the train here. I would feel more comfortable if you stayed here until the morning. I’ll go sleep on the couch if you want. What happened?” He let go of your hand at the face you made, worrying him even more.

You avoided his gaze, wrapping your arms around yourself and stuttering out “I didn’t mean to get so comfortable in your bed, I’m sorry if I imposed on your hospitality…” grabbing your clothes from the dresser.

“Y/n y/ln!” Hitoshi groaned, standing up from the bed and caressing your cheek, pulling your face to look at him, “You’ve never been a bother to me. I’m very lucky to have been able to spend the night with you and it doesn’t have to be anything if you don’t want it to be.” The last part stung, but he was worried about driving you away. He couldn’t read you right now, you weren’t acting like your normal bubbly self.

You blinked at him, lips pursing as you processed what he said. “Do YOU want it to be something?” You asked softly, eyes flitting to his lips and back to his eyes. Wow, his touch was so sweet for someone who was supposed to find you a giant nuisance. And he was … So close. So smoochable. Your cheeks tinted even more.

He gazed into your eyes with the most sincere face you’d ever seen him give. “I–I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable y/n. We did get a little drunk last night and we can just call it that if you want. But–” he gulped, face lighting up, “I really enjoyed sleeping with you in my arms. I sleep so much better when you’re with me, and holding you close does these things to me that I can’t–”

You gasped, leaning closer without even meaning to and tentatively placing your arms around his shoulders. “You’re telling me that I don’t annoy the ever loving shit out of you?” making him laugh aloud. The most you’d ever seen him laugh, in fact. His smile was infectious, and you felt your lips pulling upwards before he pressed his to yours.

“Oh wait, you like me like me?! Like a real uwu girlfriend?!” You gasped into the kiss, making him pull back to give you a blank stare. “Finally,” he huffed, tangling his fingers in your hair and leaning in again.

You blushed incessantly but kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him tighter and smiling at just how dense you’d been lately. You pulled back and placed your hands on his cheeks, giving him a stern look. “If Denki was right about this, what else was he right about me not picking up on?”

Hitoshi groaned and looked up at the ceiling, “I can’t even list all of the things that you’ve been oblivious to with us.” He laughed again, setting your clothes down on the dresser and tugging you back towards the bed. “Do you mind if we go back to bed? It’s 4am and I want to get more than 3 hours of sleep. Plus I’d like to sleep with my uwu e-girlfriend in my clothes some more. She’s pretty cute even though she snores.”

You lightly slapped his shoulder as you climbed back into bed, climbing on top of him only to kiss him again and again to make up for all of the kisses that you’d wanted to give him in the past but hadn’t. “Well my uwu e-boyfriend can have whatever he wants since he asked so nicely. This is for all of the times I’ve confused your hints with kindness.”

Shinsou chuckled and rolled you onto your side to kiss you deeper, more meaningfully than before. “Anything, huh?” he hummed into your lips, the glint in his eyes making your heartrate increase as his hands found their way to your back—his COLD HANDS! You squealed out loud and tried to wriggle away as he cackled at your reaction, pulling his hands away only to put them on your stomach, aiding in your escape. You grabbed a pillow and used it as a barrier between the two of you, firmly planting yourself on one half of the bed, tucked away from him. “Gotta leave room for Jesus!” you chirped at him, pulling the blanket over your eyes to avoid his puppy dog eyes. Who even knew that he had those?! Who gave him the RIGHT to not only look THAT fine but also to be able to make that face???

He shrugged and dug himself under the blankets to maneuver under your pillow wall and snuggle up close to you, smiling into your shoulder.

“Goodnight kitten. Thanks for sticking around and hearing me out.”

You shivered at the nickname now that you truly knew how he felt about you. “You can’t just drop that now that we’re being all handsy! It makes me think you wanna just do the Doodlydoo.” He rolled his eyes and nipped at your shoulder lightly, making your eyes widen and you choke on your breath. “That’s for later, if you want.” Shinsou said coyly, his voice purposefully rough.

He was going to be the death of you.

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When Shinsou woke up without you next to him, he panicked. Did you change your mind? Did you feel forced to say those things? Oh shit how bad did he fuck up? He groaned and went to grab his cellphone to text you when he saw that yours was on his nightstand charging.

Then he noticed the smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen and the sound of something popping in a pan. Were. You. Making him breakfast???

He heard you humming softly, something familiar but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Regardless, he found himself smiling and getting up to meet you in the kitchen. You were shaking your hips to something in your head, dancing around the kitchen as you made eggs and potatoes for the two of you.

Mirroring your movements, Hitoshi lined himself up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, moving with you and keeping the beat. You cried out, surprised but laughing as he hummed along and you danced together.

“You know,” he said sleepily, resting his head on your shoulder, “You never told me how YOU feel about me, kitten.”

You blushed HARD, turning to face him when he backed you up against the counter. “Was me giving you 100 kisses not enough?” you teased, trying to play it cool even though your thoughts were racing. You’re awful at voicing your feelings without emojis. You were such a dweeb.

“Ok I honestly forgot about that. I was so tired, I’m sorry” He sighed, kissing your cheek, then your jaw and moving down your neck. “Did you make me breakfast, kitten?” his eyes lighting up at the food behind you.

If you thought he was bad before, how much ‘worse’ he going tease you now that your feelings were out? You shuddered, avoiding lewd thoughts while he trailed kisses along your skin. “I figured it was an apology for waking you up at 4am, 'daddy’.” You punched back, feeling his lips curl at the crook of your neck and shoulder.

“If you’re trying to seduce me, you really don’t have to go to all of this trouble. But thank you for breakfast y/n. You’re too good to me.” He stretched, shirt riding up and your hands flew under it, a devilish smirk on your face. He’d never seen this face before, and it was killing him.

“Toshi, you think I’m capable of being seductive? Have you seen me?” You purred, running your nails along his back and hearing when his breath hitched. You got on your toes and bit at his collarbone, smiling innocently and looking up to see a flustered Hitoshi. You pushed it even further by pressing yourself against him, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“You’re killing me baby” he groaned, picking you up and placing you on the counter. “You don’t even have to try when you look as cute as you do. But when you do try it drives me insane! Now let’s eat breakfast before it gets cold, then I was supposed to start a stream at 2.”

“That’s plenty of time!” You cheesed, hands running down his chest. “Now if you hate my cooking please be gentle with your criticism” you stuck your tongue out. “And I couldn’t find your coffee so you’re in charge of making that.”

#my hero academia #bnha #bnha fics #my hero academia fics #YSAG #YSAG fics #myherowritings #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou/reader #yousuckatgaming #you suck at gaming

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s-ultry · 5 years

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please me - a tom holland fanfic

CHAPTER THREE

A/N: so i decided that i’d move my fanfic from wattpad to tumblr! just to give me a bit of a boost to continue it, i hope you guys enjoy!

chapter one | chapter two | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six

SUMMARY: when the billionaire meets the microbiologist.

sugardaddy!tom

Previously on Please Me

"Don't do that Belle," he audibly mumbled closing his eyes.

"Do what Mr. Holland?"

"Have a seat Ms. Lorems"

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(warning: lowkey fifty shades of grey but who cares right?)

Her heart started beating fast, she didn't even know why. Belle was that type of girl who was lectured a lot, you may think she's used to it, but she isn't. Having her own father sitting with his boss to talk about her made her panic, she gulped her fears and sat down on Mr. Holland's left.

"Don't be scared, love. You're not in trouble," the boss sincerely glanced at her making all her nerves go away, while her father sat in confusion as to how they bonded so quickly even though they barely knew each other.

Her father cleared his throat catching both parties' attention. "Bellatrix, Mr. Holland and I have come to an agreement," he announced making sure he had her full attention. "Dad, may I ask what's this about?"

"You'll know now, now hush," he fakely smiled opening a folder that had many documents in it.

"Now, Belle. I personally talked to your father, we both have come to an agreement that we would like you to work for Holland Industries as my personal assistant. You will be paid regularly since your father is a huge part of this company my three assistants that you met earlier will be transferred to his command," Mr. Holland said, eyes piercing into hers as her breathing became heavier and heavier by the second.

"Bellatrix, I would persuade you but I feel like I already know your answer," her father spoke in a demanding tone forcing her to take the deal.

"Uh, um. May I look at the documents first?"

"Of course. Demitri, I'd like to speak to your daughter alone. You may proceed back to your office where your new assistants will be needing your help," Mr. Holland demanded which made Demitri walk out of the door.

It was only them now, and knowing how far his office is from everyone else's she started to panic. What if he killed her? Oh, come on Belle don't be stupid. No, but seriously! Would he? Belle's head was turning round and round when she finally blocked it all out.

"Let's go through the documents," he announced starting with the first contract. Throughout the contracts she really saw his business side, explaining every single sentence to her making sure she knew what she was getting into.

They also discussed when she would start working, she offered to start now. But, he refused immediately as she needed the proper work clothes and to read some sheets that he'd be giving her. Belle nodded in approval lowkey excited that she has some reading and homework to do.

There was one contract left, his eyes sparkled looking at it in which she didn't comprehend. But she had a feeling it would be something personal, by the looks of it.

"Belle, you are 19 years of age, correct?" He questioned making her nod in uncertainty as she leaned back in the chair.

"Do you trust me?"

"I met you last week, do you really think I would trus-"

"Just answer me."

"Yeah sure, all you've been is nice to me," she mumbled cracking her fingers.

"Are you gonna fight me?" He questioned with a smirk plastered on his rich face making her look down trying to calm her self before she actually does.

"Stop stalling, what's the contract about."

Mr. Holland then flipped to the first page, deeply taking a breath he focused on her brown globes trying to find what's hidden behind them. She focused on him, how his brown eyes sparkled but soon turned dark, almost lustful. The tension rising between them both.

"Belle Lorems, I am intrigued by you. I want to spend time with you, get to know you better. Take you to balls and parties, meet my friends and family. In exchange for your company, I'll be paying you. It seems that your father doesn't spend much on you even though I give him a huge salary, so I want to do it instead. I need you closer to me, so I introduced the idea of you being my assistant to your father. If you say yes, you can ask anything you want. If you say no, I still respect your decision," he declared in a serious tone.

Belle sat there shocked, she didn't believe what she just heard. Her mouth slightly open she blinked her eyes a couple of times to sink in the information she just received. Pinching herself slightly she knew this wasn't a dream.

"S-So, you want me to be your sugar baby?"

"Technically," the man nodded hoping for an honest opinion. He was a very strong leader, very ambitious. But, Mr. Holland did care about Belle dearly. Even though he hasn't known her for long, her records show everything he needed to know. She needed somebody to love her, she's too selfless, which can be a good thing, but he wanted to make her feel like a princess.

"Do I have to give you my decision now?" The brunette hesitantly asked in which he shook his head is disapproval.

"No, love. Tell me your answer whenever you feel comfortable. You're free to leave if you want to," he smiled standing up as he slithered his arm around her little waist.

"But Mr. Holland, I don't have a ride back home," Belle stuttered as she fiddled with her fingers yet again.

"Have a driver's license?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Take one of my cars, I'll come by later anyways to talk to your father so I can pick it up." Mr. Holland stated walking out of the elevator into his private parking lot.

"No way! No chance in hell! What if I wreck your car? What if I crash! What if someone steals it and it'll be all my fault-"

"Belle," he gently grasped both of her wrists averting her attention to his. Belle was panting, she was tired of the bad thoughts that flowed into her brain.

"It's okay, I promise. Take whatever you desire," the Britt grinned as he showcased his luxurious cars to the shy girl in which her eyes widened at the sight. Different sport, luxury, and most expensive cars were displayed in front of her. Different colours, different styles, and structure.

"So?"

"You choose," she whispered. She wanted him to choose so he would pick a car that he used often for her to drive, Belle didn't want to drive something brand new as she would wreck it. Although, she knew she was a good driver and was very confident of herself.

"Take the Porsche Cayenne, love." Mr. Holland announced unlocking the safe box where all of the keys were stored, he walked back to her and put the keys into her grip. "Are you sure, Mr. Holland? I can take a taxi," she explained but his large hand covered her mouth making her stop talking.

"Hush, kitten. I told you it's alright. Now, go enjoy," his emotion shifted from dominance to happiness in seconds which baffled her. Belle shyly walked up to the dark purple car, unlocking it and seating herself in the driver's seat. She closed the door, rolling down the window as he walked up to it.

"Drive safe, love. Everything is there for you," he declared in which she nodded. He then opened the garage gate by pressing the button and bid her a goodbye, she reversed as she saw his figure disappearing as the elevator doors closed.

As she drove home, she got used to the car immediately, which surprised her. Pulling up the driveway to her lovely family quarters, she saw her whole family was there, looking out of the living room window to be exact. Belle huffed in annoyance as she had to explain how she got such a car, or why she was driving it.

Unlocking the door she hopped out to unlock the back seat's door, under the dozens of contracts she found a box with a lavender bow on it. She grabbed all of her stuff locking the car behind her. Belle cursed when she caught her family's gaze from the living room.

"Who's car is that for, Bellatrix?" Everyone asked simultaneously leading her to lick her lips in nervousness.

"Um, uh. Mr. Holland gave it to me in order to drive home safely to read all the documents for my job with him." Belle spoke straightforward leading them to nod their heads.

"You got the job?" Her father asked, even though he saw her earlier.

"No, I want to re-read through the documents again."

"Have fun with that, loser!" Her older brother Klaus screamed as he played with his football.

Belle raced upstairs to her bedroom, locking the door behind her she changed from her sweats into a very large graphic tee, leaving her warm-toned legs on display, and untying her hair leaving her straight hair cascade onto her back. She plopped down onto her bed unwrapping the big box she had received. A gasp escaped her lips as she saw a MacBook Pro displayed in front of her, she then lifted the card with a beautiful handwriting.

"To Belle, I hope that your new phone and laptop suit you. You can contact me further on the contract on either device, my contact is listed. Mr. Holland," the words escaped her lips so smoothly. She searched through the box and saw the latest iPhone paired with her laptop, she felt guilty that he had spent so much on her already.

As she was walking downstairs to get her a few snacks to accompany her whilst reading the files she saw that her phone was already set and ready to go, with all social media and emails that have been transferred to her.

"Is that a new phone?" Her older siblings scared her making her squeal in fright, she believed that they were those twins in the horror movies.

"Yeah, why."

"Who got it for you," her sister Luna interrogated her grabbing one of her mom's delicious confections of the countertop. Belle rummaged through the pantry to find some chips, fruit, and coconut water.

"M-Mr. Holland," she stuttered pouring the coconut water into the blender as she was creating her all-time favourite berry smoothie.

"Sounds like a sugar daddy to me," Klaus chuckled with Luna. But soon he realised that her face turned bright red, his expression was as shocking as anything. He turned to his sister and whispered what he had just realised, Luna put her hand to her mouth with eyes wide.

"He is your sugar daddy! That's why you have that car outside, and a new phone," he screeched making Belle scrunch her eyebrows. She took her snacks and headed for her bedroom yet again, the only place she loved as much as the lab.

2 hours in and Belle already finished all the contracts for her job, but now it was the only contract that she knew took time. The Contract, she cringed at the words engraved on the paper but soon would get used to it.

"Rule no. 1: Be honest and tell whatever is on your mind, be open with Mr. Holland," she read in which she didn't mind. As she read through the rules they were all okay until she reached the very intimate and sexual bit, she took a deep breath and began.

"Rule no. 23: Do not force yourself to do anything you are not comfortable with to please Mr. Holland," she scrunched her nose as she re-read it over and over. Yes, she was smart with a 4.0 GPA but she didn't quite understand it.

Belle then decided to call Mr. Holland to ask him about the rule, she picked up her phone and pressed his contact number. Just as she was about to close, she heard his voice. Placing the phone to her ear she heard him panting.

"Mr. Holland, are you okay?"

"Yes, love. Just on the treadmill," she then heard beeping noises indicating that he turned off his treadmill and left the room.

"Um, Mr. Holland I have a question," she asked shyly playing with her necklace she pulled up one leg to place her head on her knee.

"Yes."

"Rule no. 23, I don't quite comprehend it," The brown eyed girl whispered making sure that her family didn't hear her.

"Oh, basically if we were to ever have sex, I wouldn't want you to force yourself to do something you're not comfortable with just to please me." His raspy British accent seeped through the phone allowing a red tint to erupt on her cheeks.

"And Rule no. 28?"

"That's a bit self-explanatory, love. You either call me one of the names that are listed," he explained making her smile.

"So, you like it when I call you Daddy?" She smirked trying to muffle her chuckles, Belle then heard him groan on the other side of the phone making her gasp followed by a deep breath.

"Belle, don't joke with me."

"What's wrong Daddy?" Belle then roared with laughter as she can imagine Mr. Holland on the other side growling and growing angry.

"I definitely use that for jokes, don't expect me to use it for anything else," she smiled flipping through the pages of the contract making sure she didn't miss anything else.

"So, have you made your decision?"

"Yes, come to collect the contracts Mr. Holland," Belle sassily replied closing the phone. There was no going back now, her signature was already plastered on the official paper. She didn't know why she even did it, but she wanted to enjoy the thrill of it. Belle wanted to enjoy being loved by someone, not for attention but for affection.

The brunette made sure she signed most of the contracts, after that she ate her snacks whilst watching some shows she missed out on. An hour into her all-time favourite show Sherlock, she heard a knock on her door. "Come in!"

The door then unlocked to reveal a handsome man who she had seen earlier, his eyes scanning every part of her body as she tried to cover herself. "How are you, doll?" Mr. Holland questioned her making her fake pout.

"What?"

"I was watching Sherlock!"

"Benedict would be happy that you said that, love." He smiled grabbing her hand gently placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand. "You know him!" Belle squealed loudly in excitement.

"We worked on a business agreement together, you seem excited to see him more than me?"

"Of course I'm excited to see you, but how he played him made me who I am today," the brunette smiled sincerely remembering how she taught herself the Mind Palace Technique, or how she dressed up as Sherlock way before the shows, but the books.

"Get changed, I'm taking you shopping," Mr. Holland snapped her out of her daydream making her eyes broaden and her cheeks tint themselves again.

"Rule no. 4, I can spend as much money on you as I please. Now, get your arse to your closet to get dressed. I'll be downstairs having a nice chat with your father," he got up from the bed fixing his tie and checking his watch to see it's half past 4.

"Why do I have a feeling that you'll be lecturing him?" She screamed from her bathroom whilst she was changing.

"Don't you worry, love. I won't be long, meet me downstairs!"

After their small conversation, Belle applied a light amount of makeup with a soft winged liner to give it a natural look. She chose her high waisted light blue skinny jeans, a mustard yellow top, and some flats.

Belle proceeded down the stairs where she saw Mr. Holland and her father having a serious conversation, but they soon stopped when they saw Belle at the end of the steps. She looked sun-kissed, natural and not cakey like other girls.

"Shall we?"

"We shall," she beamed as she took his hand as they walked off the patio and to the car she was driving earlier. During the drive, they stopped to get coffee on their way to a fancy area for fashion and rich people.

"How did the pop squad take in your news?" Belle chuckled at the thought of them squealing, she never really was fond of their behaviour during her days at the lab. She's actually quite shocked that they took the same major as her, but she will never judge a book by its cover.

"Who?"

"Your former assistants, Erika and her friends. Sir," the brunette informed him trying out the words that she has to call him. Although, she will be calling him Sir as he is now her boss.

"Oh, they really call themselves that?" Mr. Holland chuckled entering the fancy area where she saw rich people walk with their poodles and butlers. "They took it quite harshly, but I told them they'd be more relaxed under your father's control and focus more on their studies."

"So I won't be relaxed working for you?" Belle quickfire making him shake his head with a smirk laced around his lips.

"I know what I'm about to give you will be easy for you, spoke with your Professor. He told me that you finish all his assignments for the next week in class, quite impressive," Mr. Holland admitted taking a glance at her than focusing on the road.

"Thank you, Sir."

They both then sat in awkward silence as he looked for where the parking is, Mr. Holland may seem as very demanding, but in reality he hated people parking his car for him. Them standing out in the sun, taking in the harshness of spoiled brats is already enough, they didn't need his hell.

As they parked, they both jumped out and Belle was shocked as to how no paparazzi were bombarding them. "It's an enclosed area. love," he spoke making her nod her head in comprehension.

They enter a store for the shall we say work environment, the lady of course welcomed them and offered some champagne in which Mr. Holland accepted but Belle refused. "Okay, love. I've already picked out some clothes for you, try them out," he smiled ushering her to the fitting room where she saw multiple outfits.

Belle walked out with the first outfit, a plain white top with a pencil skirt in which he nodded too. After countless amounts of outfits, Mr. Holland went to the cashier where Belle tried to take out her money in which he refused instantly.

"Remember rule no. 5? I pay for everything that you desire."

"Oh, can I at least pay for our dinner."

"No."

"Pleaaaassseee??" Belle begged to unleash her puppy face making him stare at her in confusion, but soon he gave up and agreed. But, he reminded her that only this once she has the chance to pay for something in which she thanked him for.

They made their way into yet again another fancy store, but he dragged her to the lingerie section making her blush greet her cheeks yet again. "What am I doing here," she whispered looking around to see only a few couples around.

"I booked a room for you, chose a few things. Try them on," Mr. Holland slid his arms around her waist pulling her close. "You don't need to show me," he continued. His lips then moved to her ear making her shocked and unable to speak.

"Make sure they look nice, can't wait to see them soon," Mr. Holland seductively whispered in her ear making her muffle her scream, what a fucking tease.

Belle tried on many sets of it, making sure she doesn't show him because she's shy and that's not what you show to a guy that you met a week ago.

"How is everything, kitten?"

"Good, I think I'm ready to go."

They made their way out of the store heading to their car they placed all of the bags in the back of the car. She huffed in relief as he revved the engine and made his way to the main road, "oh you fucking jerk."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you! I'm almost home and I was supposed to buy you dinner!"

Mr. Holland chuckled pulling up to the driveway of her home, he parked and then glanced at her with lust in his eyes, how the moonlight kissed her face and how she looked down and blush drove him to insanity. With all of the bags in her hand she bid him a goodnight making her way up to her room, she looked from her window and he signalled her to call him in which she agreed to do.

As he drove away she beamed, she finally knew how it felt to be cared for and loved by someone with just one intimate moment. Belle changed into her graphic tee and placed all the bags in her closet, she then made herself comfortable on her bed when she then heard that she received a message on her phone.

"Oh, no."

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cliffhanger yet again ;)

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#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel smut #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu smut #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker smut #spiderman imagine #spiderman #spiderman smut #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut

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rosymiel · 5 years

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1-100.. bitch

oh FUCK you (im jk.. i love you..)

The meaning behind my url: i love french, and so i wanted to spice up my url and have it not be sims related from the get-go (my previous url was ughplumb). at first i wanted my url to be “cherry wine” in french because my favorite song of all time is cherry wine by hozier, however the url was already taken. i settled for rosy honey, hence rosymiel

A picture of me: honestly just look at my tag “kyla has a face”! i don’t have any new selfies of myself aside from what i’ve posted.

How many tattoos i have and what they are: i only have one, and it’s right in between my shoulder blades on my back. it’s of my family’s crest, which says “miseris succurrere disco”, which basically means to help people in need.

Last time i cried and why: last night because i was watching queer eye

Piercings i have: i used to have my ears pierced, but i hated keeping track of my earrings so i just let them close up. i wish i never let them close up, and now i also want to get my nose pierced

Favorite band: i don’t really listen to any bands, just artists!

Biggest turn offs: burping and chewing sounds. chewing sounds legitimately anger me so much, i don’t know why

Top 5 songs: Cherry Wine (Hozier), Rain On Me (Joji), IDFC (Blackbear), I Love You (Billie Eilish), The Night We Met (Lord Huron)

Tattoos I want: OHHHHH MY GOD i want so many!!!! i just honestly want my body to be covered in flower tattoos to the point that i’m just a walking garden!! i really want to get a pair of watercolor roses or lilies right under my collarbones!!

Biggest turn ons: good cologne. i don’t know why, but cologne makes me go insane, i love it so much

Age: 18 going on 19!

Ideas of a perfect date: relaxing at home and cuddling with my boyfriend while watching our favorite show

Life goal: oh god this is super deep and i’ve sat on this question for a fat minute and all i can think about is how much i want to be content with myself, so i guess that’s my goal

Piercings i want: nose and ear piercings, babie!!!

Relationship status: happily taken!

Favorite movie: oh god, probably across the universe. i’ve loved it ever since i was a kid

A fact about my life: i’ve been in choir almost all my life

Phobia: the dark. when i was a kid i used to see faces on my walls when my room was dark

Middle name: marie

Height: 5′5.5 (basically just 5′6)

Are you a virgin?: yessirree

What’s your shoe size?: 7

What’s your sexual orientation?: i’m pretty straight, but i think i’m heteroflexible. i’d definitely get down and nasty with a girl, but i’ve never felt any romantic attraction towards females

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?: no, my parents smoked cigarettes for most of my life, and my dad regularly smokes weed. the smell of weed makes my head hurt and makes me feel nauseous, so no thanks.

Someone you miss: my boyfriend. he’s been on a family trip to cuba, and he hasn’t contacted anyone (including me) in almost 10 days. i miss him so much that it genuinely hurts.

What’s one thing you regret?: not learning to love myself sooner and finding comfort in feeling depressed because it’s something familiar

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: zendaya

Favorite ice cream?: i don’t eat a whole lot of ice cream, so i guess cookies and cream

One insecurity: my teeth. my two teeth next to my front teeth are pointed, and i used to get called a vampire when i was young. i was always bullied for it, and for most of my life i would cover my mouth with my hand whenever i laughed or smiled. a recent incident that comes to mind was sophomore year in high school in my english class. i sat next to my friend mooney (i called her by her last name because we met in gym), and one day she was talking to the guy infront of her about how pretty she thought i was, and how she thought that i could’ve been a model. the guy who sat in front of me, who’s name was tristan and was also in my choir the previous year, said that i’d be pretty with me if my teeth weren’t so fucked up.

What my last text message says: “god this fan feels so nice”

Have you ever taken a picture naked?: :)

Have you ever painted your room?: no, but i’ve tried painting the bathroom with my mom

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?: nope

Have you ever slept naked?: yeah?????????

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror?: i can’t dance, so absolutely not

Have you ever had a crush?: yeah??!??!?!!? ofc. i had a major crush on my current boyfriend, and he had a crush on me first before we started dating. it’s actually a really cute story

Have you ever been dumped?: yeah, twice. my last one was really brutal, but not because of how he dumped me.

Have you ever stole money from a friend?: nope

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met?: nope

Have you ever been in a fist fight?: nope

Have you ever snuck out of your house?: nah, i’m a goody-two-shoes

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?: oh HELL yeah

Have you ever been arrested?: nope, and not planning on it!

Have you ever made out with a stranger?: nope!!

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere?: not in a sexual or romantic way, no

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents?: nah

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor?: i don’t think so??

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?: i ditched my nesika (which was like homeroom, but only two days of the week rather than daily) to go to a coffee stand with a friend

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?: not in a sexual or romantic way

Have you ever seen someone die?: no, and i really don’t want to :^(

Have you ever been on a plane?: yup!! i love it

Have you ever kissed a picture?: maybe…………… :’^)

Have you ever slept in until 3?: oh my GOD no. i fall asleep relatively early and wake up early, even on my days off.

Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now?: yeah??? lowkey this question is phrased in a weird way

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?: oh my god yes, it’s so relaxing

Have you ever made a snow angel?: yup!!!!

Have you ever played dress up?: oh HELL yes i have!!!

Have you ever cheated while playing a game?: okay does anyone remember doing the stock market game in freshmen year/middle school in history class? my friend and i looked up the answers online and cheated. we were rich that day in that class.

Have you ever been lonely?: i’m lonely right now

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school?: maybe for 10 seconds, but no

Have you ever been to a club?: nope!

Have you ever felt an earthquake?: i don’t think so, no

Have you ever touched a snake?: SDKJGBSD NO!!!!!

Have you ever ran a red light?: nope!

Have you ever been suspended from school?: nope!!!!

Have you ever had detention?: i had lunch detention for saying “stfu” to a guy who was bugging me in 5th grade. i thought i was the shit for that.

Have you ever been in a car accident?: nope!

Have you ever hated the way you look?: 100%. i’ve always had huge insecurities surrounding my body or how i look.

Have you ever witnessed a crime?: bruh i literally stole a pack of gum from a store when i was 4. i COMMITTED a crime. in my defense, i stole it for my mom to make her happy. i got yelled at

Have you ever pole danced?: nope, but i would love to! it looks like a really good workout!

Have you ever been lost?: i got lost just last week

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country?: nope!!! i don’t travel much

Have you ever felt like dying?: yes. i used to be suicidal

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?: hell yeah babie!

Have you ever sang karaoke?: i sing karaoke on youtube almost every single day. not only that, but on the first day of practicing for my high school graduation i stopped by my choir class before it began (seniors got out earlier than everyone else), and i sang karaoke with them.

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?: 100%

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?: NO?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger?: no

Have you ever kissed in the rain?: how can u kiss the rain. bruh.

Have you ever sang in the shower?: i sang in the shower earlier today

Have you ever made out in a park?: nope!

Have you ever dream that you married someone?: yep!!!!

Have you ever glued your hand to something?: i don’t think so????

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole?: no, but i got my tongue stuck to one of those metal low monkey bar things.

Have you ever gone to school partially naked?: no?????

Have you ever been a cheerleader?: no, but my childhood friend and i wanted to be cheerleaders in high school before i moved to a different state

Have you ever sat on a roof top?: nope

Have you ever brushed your teeth?: who are you, my mom?

Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone?: oh my GOD yes

Have you ever played chicken?: nope!! im a pussy

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?: nope!

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger?: not that i’m hot, but i’ve gotten many compliments from strangers

Have you ever broken a bone?: nope!

Have you ever been easily amused?: i used to be one of those kids that would laugh before they could finish a joke

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?: i’ve laughed so hard that i’ve pissed myself. so yes.

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone?: i mean????

Have you ever cheated on a test?: i cheated on a 2nd grade spelling test. who knew that i would end up actually being great at spelling shit

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name?: oh my god i have the worst memory and i’m terrible with names

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?: my boyfriend :’’’’^)

Give us one thing about you that no one knows: a couple friends know, but when i’m too lazy to throw on shoes or socks to walk around the house i just pull my sweatpants legs a bit over my feet and just wrap it around my feet. it’s weird

#non sims #reply #roseiio

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eerythingisshaka · 6 years

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The Coffee Prince Pt. 3

(T’Challa x Reader)

*Part 1* *Part 2*

Word Count: 4.8k

Plot: Stuck in your ways of living, one day at the coffee shop, you run into a tall dark roast that threatens to wake you up from your romantic hibernation.

*Previously*

Hi, I hope this is the right number. (Y/N), I’m just calling to see if you would come with me to the music festival this weekend. I don’t know if you heard about it or if it is your thing, but it sounds like a nice time. We could just walk around, enjoy the sounds. Uhh, just let me know when you get the chance, or I may see you at our favorite place. (laughs then clears his throat) Umm, but yeah, sorry for the long message. This is T’Challa by the way. Hope to hear from you soon.

Your phone prompts you to save or delete the message and you carefully save it before you listen a couple more times. Putting your phone away you turn on your side, squeezing your legs together to bring yourself back down again. You remind yourself that this is still just nothing more than two people meeting up at a public place with a bunch of other people. No one has claimed nobody yet. But like Tavia said, gotta milk it for what it’s worth, and how you feel right now is pretty damn priceless.

You had today on your mind every minute up until now. When you woke up for work, you felt fully rested and eager to get through the day. Not even the worst attitudes from customers could dampen your high from getting that call from T’Challa. What a name, a melody of possibility in your head whenever you thought about him. You purposely avoided the coffee shop just to make sure to keep anticipation at its peak. You felt so silly thinking about it. Tavia told you not to get too excited because it could still not count as a date yet. The music festival was a 3 day bender, with hundreds of people attending. She thought something so large and public wasn’t something a dude would choose if he is trying to choose you, in her nicest opinion. You took her advice with a grain of salt, but one thing that couldn’t be denied is that he wanted to spend some time with you and that’s that on that!

The day of your date, you put yourself through nothing but self-love and self-care to get yourself in the right mindset. Your playlist of bops hype up your spirit as your Aztec healing clay mask dry whilst you diy’d a mani-pedi for yourself. Rinsing your face of the dried clay, you feel reborn, giving yourself kissy faces and posing to the beat of your jams. For your hair, you had to go back and forth with yourself on what to do. Your hair was currently in two-strand twists, so should you let them down, showing off all you defined curl beauty? But it’s hot, so maybe a top bun or a faux hawk type of style could fit the festival vibe. Or maybe save some time and step up the glam with one of your colorful headwraps. Would he be offended, like you’re trying to be too into his culture or…

You decide to go for a half up, half down do. Taking down your twists you pony your hair right on top of your head, spreading your curls out, leaving the other half to flow freely down the nape of your neck. You put in some hoops, and some shorts to show off your most prized possessions. You thank God and your mother for your gams. A cool patterned tank and your gold gladiator sandals, you feel about ready, taking a glance in the mirror. Your curves looked more ready than you felt as you checked the denim hugging your hips, the glint of your epidermis taking up all the attention. You were a little self-conscious about having your thighs rubbing together or the shorts riding up, but those thighs were getting some attention today, so to hell with that! Your tank was loose with large holes for the arms so your bra showed in places, which you loved cuz it was a cute one and them titties were sitting proper. Your phone notifies you of your Lyft outside. You get your crossbody bag and head out.

Closing your bedroom door Tavia sitting in the living room in a big old t-shirt and bonnet, eating some hot chips, watching the TV.

“Hey girl. You look dope, wow.” Tavia said deadpan, without even looking your way.

You click your tongue, “Why you playin? You didn't even check me out. How I look?” you say with a twirl.

Tavia looks back at you. “Mhm, definitely catching somethin. You shave?”

“Yeah, moisturized, the works.” You say looking your legs over.

Tavia waves her chip at you, “Nah, nah. Did you SHAVE though?” She asks, wide eyed, sucking the hot red dust off of it comically.

“Girl! Ain’t nobody tryna smash tonight! What’re you taking me as?”

“Well damn, why not? Listen, you walk through here with some carnival game prize bigger than the door, imma assume he got some head.” Tavia says.

“Shut your ass up! I’m gone. I’ll text you the danger phrase if this goes awry.”

“That’s mama’s baby! Good Night!” Tavia says throwing up the peace sign as you walk out.

The ride to the festival felt like a cross country journey. You took the time to recheck your make-up, fan yourself from sweating since the driver seemed to not believe in A/C. You went through different scenarios of greetings. Hey! Wassup? Hi, how are you doing? Funny seeing you here! You fan yourself again trying to calm down, feeling idiotic with every minute. Maybe it wasn’t the lack of air that was the issue.

Your phone beeps, probably Tavia hyping you or humbling you one last time.

I’m here, outside the entrance when you get here :9

The symbol at the end of the text message was not something you were familiar with, so hopefully it's not a blatant sign for something. But you hopped in your seat a little. ecstatic at the message. T’Challa was early, AKA on time and waiting for you! God, what better way to have a man: ready and waiting. And the only acceptable occasion for them to come early.

The car pulls up in the parking lot a few yards from the hoopla and you thank them as you get out. Rows of cars lined the lot and the makeshift grass-converted parking area. The cacophony of noise you here from the distance welcomed you as you walked down the sidewalk toward the welcoming banner until you saw him. T’Challa paced slowly to and fro, looking up towards the sky, hands behind his back. He dressed very comfortably, in a dark green buttoned down short sleeve shirt with some embroidery design on the front, accentuating his ample shoulder span. T’Challa’s forearms were reporting for that duty, with biceps on deck. Your pace feels slows as your feet become weights pounding the pavement. Your nerves get to you as your mouth dries out. Mixed with the summer heat, and you were officially the epitome of thirsty. You try to have a proper strut down before he notices you: confident, bouncy, baddie.

T’Challa glances and finally sees you and a smile appears instantaneously on his face as he freezes in place to observe you coming up. You try to hold your smile down as much as possible. You don’t want to give him the upperhand of seeming too eager but damn, he looked fresh. Within talking distance, you exchange greetings.

“How are you, (Y/N)?” T’Challa asks pleasantly.

You nod humbly, “I am great, thanks. How about you?”

“Much better now. You look amazing this evening.” T’Challa says with a quick glance over you. Not even in a sleazy way, just like he truly appreciated your style, the apples of his cheeks practically popping off his face.

You start fanning yourself, giggling almost uncontrollably. “Aww, I know I look a lot different outside my work clothes. I can’t compare to these arms you decided to let out the house today. Where you been hiding them?” You say, turning up the flirt a little so he knows it's real.

T’Challa chuckles at you boldess, “Ahh, stop it. My sister suggested this shirt. I wondered if she was setting me up for something.”

“Mhm, for a thirst trap definitely. But it’s great.” You’re so starstruck. “Uh, your text had an odd symbol at the end of it. What does it mean?” You pull out your phone and show it.

“Ahh, I meant a smiley face. I;m not the best texter unfortunately, so typos will happen.” He puts his hands in his pockets anxiously. “Are you ready to go in?”

“Yup! Let’s hit it!” You say excitedly. T’Challa gives the ‘after you’ motion with a wave of his hand. Once y’all make it inside, you feel overwhelmed with the crowds of people walking through, dancing, talking. You get caught up in the scene, your mind fades out not sure what to tackle next.

“Do you want to walk around?” He asks over you.

You turn to see him waiting on your answer. Your introversion was coming back strong.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, let’s walk.”

Walking down the way you pass through see a couple acts performing. Nothing really bumping in the section you guys are at. You check T’Challa in your peripheral and he is just looking around, not saying anything. There is so much you could say but you don’t know the precedence to say it in. The worst thing about dating for you was the talking and getting to know each other.

“Do you know any of the acts that were performing today?” T’Challa asks you.

Shit, you thought. You didn’t even research anything about this festival. That would’ve been a great ice breaker.

“Uh...no. I didn’t. This could’ve been a country music hoedown and I’d be none the wiser.” you say pitifully.

T’Challa nods, “So, not a fan of the twang vocals of cowboys and saloon girls? What music do you listen to?”

You shake your head smiling, “Not ‘cowboys and saloon girls’ though! But those kinds of questions are too hard to ask! I listen to so many kinds, I can't devote myself to a genre. Even country sometimes, even though I lowkey trashed it just now. It has to be done right, white people always take it and bastardize it.”

“Blues, jazz, rock n roll…” T’Challa lists.

You say with a clap, “Exactly! We get stuck with the short end of the stick, erased from history.”

“I feel similarly. I am spoiled by my country’s sound. I have other artists that I enjoy but I stick to a certain group of them.”

“Any that I heard of?” you ask.

He thinks a moment. “That's the thing too, I'm not good with names! I enjoy the art and almost entirely ignore the person creating it.” You look at him incredulously. He puts his hands up in surrender. “It’s bad, I know. But I enjoy a lot of old school acts, R&B, soul. And of course local bands from Wakanda.”

“You will have to let me listen to some of your music then.” You say, suddenly shy again. Did that come off too strong? Too eager, as per usual.

T’Challa makes a subtle grunt noise, stopping next to you, “Oh, so you definitely want to see me after this, eh?” l

You smile as your stomach does NOLA bounce routine. Trying not to answer right away, you fake a thinking pose, “Slip of the tongue, but we will see how the night goes.” you say teasingly.

You guys walk past concessions and T’Challa offers to buy.

“What do you desire?” he asks.

Looking over the menu, you really hadn't worked up an appetite yet but you sure as hell was hot in the unforgiving humidity.

“Just a slushie, please.”

“Good choice. What flavor?”

“Red.”

T’Challa looks back at you confused, “And by chance, what flavor is red?”

You roll your eyes, “Are you pushing your respectability politics off on me? Red is red, I said what I said.”

T’Challa laughs at your antics, placing the order with the cashier. He gets one too, in blue. You both walk down the way, enjoying your treats.

“Mm, this is so good. Thanks for buying.” you say as you eat the sugary ice. The coolness radiates through your body against the evening heat.

“You don’t have to thank me. You’re too polite; I’ll have to fine you for your courtesies.”

“Nooo, I’m poor, please!” you look to him with puppy dog eyes for forgiveness

T’Challa sips from his straw as he mulls it over. “I’ll let you off with good behavior, for now.”

“Too kind, my good man.” you say before sticking your red-dyed out at him in jest.

T’Challa laughs at your action, “Your maturity is unmatched.”

A bell dings nearby and a crowd erupts. One of those strong man meters is set up and is obviously a crowd favorite.

“Hey, you think you could do work on that over there?”

T’Challa checks it out shaking his head slightly unsure, “Ahh, I haven’t been to the gym in a while, I don’t know…”

You look over at the worker passing a teddy to the patron, “Well, I want to at least get a consolation prize. I’ll give it a go. Hold this.” You hand your empty cup to T’Challa, strolling over.

“Madam, would you like to take a crack at it?” The candy striped worker said, handing the mallet your way.

“Damn right!” you say confidently.

“You can do it!” you look behind you see T’Challa, beaming, holding up both cups. You square up and take a swing. No bell rung, and it didn’t make it past wimp, but the thrill was nice as you came out of your shell a little more.

“Nice try, young lady, nice try. But no one goes away empty handed. For you!” the candy striped man gives you a mini plushie duck fitting the palm of your hand.

“Thank you! It’s so cute,” You say, walking away smiling at the cute animal in hand.

“Maybe it’d ring if she sat on it.” a nearby voice said.

A white guy red as a beet sneers as you catch his eye, sipping his beer. You feel your good vibes disintegrate as he smiles pridefully at his joke, you. One thing that you haven’t been able to shake yet is how hurtful comments to your face about your weight can be. Remnants from your childhood made for a shaky foundation in your establishment of your worth. You knew these crowds would be an issue eventually.

“You sir, you’d like a shot?” You didn’t even notice until he had the hammer in his hand, but T’Challa was at the game getting ready to swing down. The ball shot up the column, rang the bell like a thunderclap, and knocked the dome clean off of it.

T’Challa looked over to the man in the crowd pointing the hammer his direction, “If you can only find confidence in talking down to others, I would suggest you lay your head right down here next time, so I can drum some sense into your brain, eh?” The white man was wiping his shirt, looking back at T’Challa all shooketh. He must’ve jumped out of his skin when T’Challa brought the hammer down.

The candy striped guy picked up the dome of the bell, “Uh, sir, did you want your prize or…”

T’Challa lays the hammer against the game, “Yes, my good man.”

The worker handed T’Challa a large, plush black cat. T’Challa took it, striding over to you. Your heart swelled with delight as he handed it to you. Not been to the gym in a while, my ass!, you thought. Those arms, back, shoulders, with some thigh assist didn’t lie though. You hugged your prize close.

T’Challa stood in front of you with concern, “Are you ok? I’m sorry if I acted out of turn.”

You looked at him shaking your head, “Don't apologize, or I’ll have to fine you!” you say with a wag of you finger.

“T’Challa smiled with relief, “He had no right to speak to you like that.”

You sigh, “I’ve heard it before, and I’ve heard even worse.” You start to walk on as T’Challa followed. “It was hard for me to fit in growing up at first because of my size, so I was bullied early on. But I started beating people to the punchline and the bullying soon stopped.”

“Do you ever believe the things people say?” T’Challa asked.

“No, not all the time anyway. It’s gotten better since college. I look at a lot of body positive people online and learn some tricks to cope.”

“(Y/N), I won’t tell you how to feel but anyone that talks about you with ill intent is either insane or not completely right up here.” He says pointing to his head.

You gained comfort from the respite T’Challa gave you. “I know, and sometimes it's not even them. I can be my worst critic. But I know not to fall for the smooth talking Negros that like to prey on the vulnerable too.” you say pointedly.

T’Challa looks to you mouth agape, “I don’t consider myself a smooth person, so I won’t take that as a warning to me.”

“Oh please! You waltzing over to threaten the guy in my honor? Smoove. Buying me a water a while back to soothe my scalded tongue? Smoove. The fact that you even got me to talk to you? Smoover than smoove.”

T’Challa laughs, “All right, enough! It’s not on purpose however. Certain traits become exemplified when I’m around certain kinds of people.” He looks at you smiling before looking on. You hug your cat tighter. Which cat you ask? WELL......

T’Challa goes on, “and I'm no stranger to bullying myself.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I have a very smart alek, very calculative jester for a little sister who has no end to calling out my uncool ways.”

You laugh, “Little siblings are the worst. I know, cuz I am one, and we have that right!”

“Bast, when will the tyranny end!” T’Challa calls to the skies.

A stage nearby lights up with low glow blues and purples, yellows and greens. The a crowd erupts as the act is about to start up and you hear something familiar.

“Oh my God.” You freeze in your place.

“What is it?” T’Challa asks worrisome.

“Do you know them?? Oh my God!” You say without anything else, running into the crowd as the act steps up to their mics.

T’Challa trails you until you reach a stopping point.

“Oh my God, The Internet! Syd! Oh my GOD!!” You scream waving around your plushie.

Syd tha Kyd steps to the mic, crooning the crowd with her soft falsetto. You sing along right with her, enamored by the surprise. You look to T’Challa in all the excitement and you catch him smirking at you, nodding along to the music. You take his hand and raise it up to sway side to side on the track, the electricity you felt being a mix from your idols and the foine dime to the side of you. You booty bump him playfully to get him loose, he bumps you back. All worries are cast away as the songs envelope you both, each one drawing you nearer to him, hands clenched the entire time.

Their set wasn’t long, but you guys stayed for the entirety of it as the night sky cast over the park, stars decorating the sky. The temperatures became bearable as the sun finally fell. Torches lit the way for you all to see and walk around. Once The Internet finished their set and the crowd dispersed, you and T’Challa start scoping for some grub.

“Do they have any wings around here or cheese fries, or somethin?” you ask out loud.

T’Challa looks over the vendors signs and points, “Ahh, your wish is granted! I’ll go ahead and order.”

“Wait! I can’t eat wings AND cheesy fries, I was just playing!” You weren’t but you wanted to be a lady.

“It’s ok, I’ll get both and we can split. I’ll be back!” Breaking from you, he walks on.

You hold your plushie close to you as you wait. Looking around the park you think this would be a perfect picture moment for the gram. Pulling out your phone you see you have a text from Tavia.

Ummm, what happened to texting me to make sure things were good though, like….

You text her back. I was supposed to let you know if things are BAD. No news is good news right?

Going to the camera, you shoot some scenery shots. Looking over your options, Tavia texts back. Well my bad! Ok, keep doin you boo!

T’Challa comes back with wings in one hand, cheesy fries in the other. God, you didn’t know what looked better: the food or him. And you were hungry regardless.

“I got some waters too.” He said, handing you the fries so he could get the waters from under his arm.

“Ooh, good thinking. Let’s find a spot to sit.” you say as you take down a fry. Walking into the park you find an unoccupied bench and sit. The faded music in the background was very chill, setting the mood. T’Challa takes a wing, eating the meat off. You absentmindedly watch his mouth chew as he ate. The muscles of his jaw masticating, his concentration to get every bit off the bone.

T’Challa wipes his hands and looks to you, “You were amazing back at the stage.”

You snap out of your trance, thinking over what he said, “Listen, I didn't do anything. Syd and them, were going off and they haven’t made a bad track yet. I’m only a fan.”

“It was pretty cool to see you so free spirited. And I heard you a little. You have some singing in your background, eh?”

You make a so-so motion with your hand, “I mean, a little bit. I’ve never done it for an audience but my shower is a long time fan of mine.”

He laughs, “It’s really captivating to watch. I wasn’t sure how comfortable you were here, but the music brought out another side I really enjoyed seeing.”

“Right! I appreciate you noticing that. I wasn't sure either cuz I’m such a homebody and then that guy. I still can’t wrap my head around you standing up for me that way either. I never had that happen for me.”

“Oh, Bast! I haven’t had someone so endearing to do that for. He doesn't know anything about you, otherwise he would’ve dusted the ground for you to walk.”

You laugh with your hands on your hips mockingly, “Well you haven’t even done that!”

“I can't defend the Queen and clean the quarters!”

You dismiss him with a wave of your hand. “By the way, I heard you say that before. What is ‘Bast’?”

“Where I'm from that is a religious figure that some follow. A panther God.”

You cock your head to the side in curiosity, “Ohh do you have rituals, symbolism, and things around it?”

“Of course! Chants, dances, the works. Every religion just about does. Do you follow a Christian God?”

You nod. “Mhm, Team Jesus right here.”

T’Challa smiles, “Well, we have similar teaching just the practices stray off.”

“I always wondered about what religion I would have, had it not been for, you know.”

“Luckily my family does not know of that life, but I understand. God is all around us, comes in many forms in my opinion. I try to give honor wherever I am that things still grow, the earth still spins, things like that.”

You look up at the sky overwhelmed with the sensations of a successful evening, “God, it’s so beautiful out.”

He looks up. “The city sky does not compare to a Wakandan one, for sure.”

You look at him, his neck stretched back wanting to touch it, “Tell me about it. Your home.”

He leans back, resting his arm across the back of the bench. “Words couldn't do it justice. But just think about the most beautiful scenery you can imagine from nature shows, or pictures in a magazine. Then amplify it by one hundred.”

“You still have family there?”

T’Challa smiles to himself, “Yes. Mother, sister, and a bunch of people I consider family. It’s a close knit community”

“Wow. Do you miss it?” you ask.

“I do, all the time. But I haven’t thought about it once tonight.” Looking up to you, his eyes trained on your face. He says tossing a wing to the side, looking away in the distance again; clenching his jaws, resting his hands on his thighs. He looks nervous.

While studying his face you notice a unique detail to his hairline. “You have the most adorable widow’s peak. Just look at that.” You reach over, stopping midway as he looks at you expectantly, “Do you mind?”

He shakes his head. You lightly feel the curls that bunch to form this hereditary marvel.

“I wish I had one. It adds so much character to one's appearance. Like you need any but it’s like a little treasure.” you say smirking as his curls tickled your fingertips.

While touching it, you look at T’Challa who is focused on you, not saying a word. Mouth slightly agape, his eyes look to your mouth then back at your eyes. If there was ever a chance to kiss him, this was probably it.

“Uhh, did you hear me, or…” you say trailing off and chickening out, moving away a little to ease the building arousal between you.

“I want to compliment you now.” He says reaching for your hand, holding it. “Your eyes have an innocence that makes me feel unworthy to hold your glance. But I can’t help but to not look at you. You remind me of every beautiful trademark that makes a woman special. I could go on, but I don’t want to offend you. But I hope I can get to know more of you, so I can verbalize it properly.”

You look down at his long, knuckley hand holding yours. “T’Challa I don’t want you to talk about me anymore.”

T’Challa looks concerned, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

You stomach trembles inside as you try to find the words, “No, I know what you mean. But this is a lot for me to take in. I’ll say it’s been a while since I’ve been paid attention to like this, so it’s kind of overwhelming but…” you move his hand and inch closer. “I’m not a big conversationalist so I just want to...”

Your lips find each other, softly embraced in a kiss made for fairytales. But you felt so much more than what the kiss portrayed: excitement, joy, aroused at the fact that his face meshed with yours so perfect. His hand found the small of your back as your hand caressed his face gently to ensure the reality of it all. Breaking away slowly you both stare into each other, high off on the clouds of infatuation.

“Man, I dig you.” You say trying to break some of the romantic tension.

He smiles, “And I dig you, umhle.”

You smirk, “What that mean?”

“Something you should be very familiar with: ‘beautiful’”

“I could get used to that definitely.” you say, embracing him once more.

As much as you could stay on that bench forever, it was getting late and the mosquitoes were being disrespectful. T’Challa offered to take you home when the time came, but you needed a break or you might invite him up. You car arrives and you hug him goodbye. His hands wound around your back firmly, you securing yourself around his shoulders you take a mental note of his frame, so comfortable and meant for you.

“I had a great time, T’Challa,” you whisper in his ear.

“The pleasure was mine, (Y/N). Let me know when you’ve arrived home safely?”

You nod, giving him a peck on the cheek for good measure. You get in the car and he closes the door behind you, seeing you off. You hug your panther plushie tight to your face as you recap the evening. You were practically buoyant as you rode home, petting your prize tenderly, wishing it was T’Challa in your lap.

Making your way to your apartment, you open the door to see Tavia knocked out on the couch, and even bigger mess of snacks surrounding her and the table as she snores. You slam the door to wake her up.

She startles awake, looking at you squinty, “Well damn, What time is it?”

“Maybe, midnight by now?”

“Mm, decent hour, must not have given up the draws. Well go on and tell me about it” She wipes her eyes, getting a better look at you, noticing your plushie. “Uh-uh! You got a prize!! What did I tell you!”

“Bitch, I didn’t suck his dick. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” you say feigning tiredness.

“How fucking dare you! I aint get no sleep cuz of you, you aint gettin none cuz of me!”

“Girl, you were just knocked out! Go to bed.”

“But-”

Good night Tavia!”

You close your room door, tossing T’Challa Jr. on your bed. Kicking your shoes off, taking your hair down, you pull out your phone.

Home safe! You send to him. You put your phone down and unclothe to get comfortable. Suddenly a ding sounds and you dive for your device.

Glory to Bast. Sleep well, umhle.

You read it a couple of times before setting your phone back down. Laying down, you clutch your prized possession T’Challa won you to your chest as the day’s event float in your head: euphorically exhausted.

Part 4

Other Works

King Kil’mawalls

T’akia

N’Jadaka’s Helpful Hands

Some Weeks Are Better Than Others

Commencement Day

Song of Stevens

My Ragtag

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Headcannons: Chocobros on Animal Crossing

(I can’t believe this is the subject of my first writing piece on here fml)

***the bros share a town

Prompto

Boi’s been playing it since the original on the gamecube, it always made him feel less lonely (#relatable)

Now he just plays it to chill

Not as big of a fan for New Leaf as he was with previous games, but still plays it cause it’s the only one the bros like

His favorite aspect is interacting with the villagers. He attends every single birthday in town, sends more letters and presents than you and I ever did, and oh jeez god help the other bros when his favorite villager leaves

Gets way too attached to villagers and takes what they say to heart. The Grumpy villagers on the gamecube version once made him cry

L O V E S the dogs, you bet your bottom bell this boi bought every single dog amiibo card

The soul reason he plays New Leaf? Isabelle.

Lowkey has PTSD from Tom Nook; this boi here never fully paid off his loans

Struggles with making money ingame, can’t afford half the furniture he wants

“428,000 BELLS FOR A BASEMENT?!”

Hands the game to Noctis when he needs money (Noct is king of the bell bringers)

Is scared of Resetti (once made Prom cry)

Bones moved out without telling Prom. He cried for 3 weeks.

Admittedly likes dressing his character up in goofy costumes, his favorites are the hero outfits

Not so great at decorating or designing the town but he tries

Prefers leaving his towns more natural with loads of trees and flowers spread out randomly (pfft not with Ignis around tho)

Sends presents and cute lil letters to the bros

Saves literally every single letter he gets

This boy LIVES for the holidays, he makes notes about what the villagers want from Jingle, what they’re scared of for Halloween, and he collects things way in advance for Thanksgiving

Noctis

Saw Prom playing it one night, got curious and stole it for a few days

“Hey Noct, have you seen my 3DS?”

“No, maybe it fell in the Regalia?” Noct you asshole

At first, he didn’t see the appeal, but once he found out about fishing, the boy became obsessed

Got sick of playing as Prom’s character, so he made his own

Doesn’t care much for decorating his house, but that’s where he displays his fish. Only upgrades it to hold more fish.

What little furniture he has is mismatched and thrown down in the most random ways

“Hey Noct, what’s up with the flower chair facing the wall?”

“I dunno.”

Noctis single handedly supplies the museum fish, but nothing else

He somehow paid off all his loans and became a bellionaire in a week (Prom thinks he used the duplication glitch (he did) but can’t prove it)

Basic clothing except one thing; he wears the crown nonstop

Usually ignores any requests the villagers give him, unless it involves fishing

Actually, he usually ignores the villagers, too

Sometimes sends Prom items that he really wants in letters

“Dear Blondie, Here From Noctis”

Whenever Prom wants money, Noctis takes over as Prom’s character and badaboom badabing Poor Prom is a Rich Prom

Ignores letters for the most part and deletes them; except the ones from mom and dad, he saves every single one (they make him smile and feel warm and fuzzy and sometimes sad)

Whenever he misses his parents he likes to look at the letters from his character’s ingame parents

Lowkey likes to dick around on the other bro’s files; once fucked up Ignis’ house so bad the man was practically a frozen brick to Noct for a week

“Hey Specs, what’s for dinner?”

“There might have been memory cake, but it appears my kitchen has disappeared.” the bros had to make their own ramen that night

Ignis

No one expected him to like it so much

Or at least, the bros think he likes it?

Tutted at how bad Prom was with being mayor, and ended up playing “merely to correct the town’s issues”

Next thing ya know, he’s playing as Mayor Prompto more often than Prom, boi basically stole Prom’s character (Prom made a new one)

At first he was just fixing up the town: weeding, changing the flag, adding public works projects…

Then he became obsessed. He made paths, gardens, clothing, umbrellas… This man donated every single missing bug, painting, sculpture, and fossil to the museum

He continually said “I’m merely returning the town to decency”

Yeah no

Boi upgraded his house, furnished it and turned it into a legit house with a kitchen, living room, couple of bedrooms, a flippin’ bathroom, he even turned the basement into a rumpus room

Needless to say, he got the highest HHA score out of all the bros

You know those really nice, aesthetically pleasing AC towns you see on tumblr? Yeah, his is one of them. That’s right, it’s his town now. Even Noct’s crown can’t deny who really cares for the place

Sneakily moves out villagers and brings in the food related ones (Prom cries every time)

Outside of decorating and mayor-ing and creating cool af clothes, the man doesn’t do too much

He only ever really talked to the animals to get PWPs and change his nickname to Ignis

His overarching goal is to get every single achievement badge (help the poor bb)

Gladiolus

??????

???????

He has no idea what he’s doing

His thumbs are a bit too big to rest comfortably on the buttons, so he always presses the wrong ones and picks up Ignis’ flowers and paths (Ignis is never happy)

His character clumsily runs around town, destroying Ignis’ flowers and wearing down the grass

Never really pays attention to much in game, is just confused most of the time

Didn’t even pay the down payment until Prom said something

“Haven’t you paid Nook yet?”

“Done what to who?”

Once he finally gets the hang of things, he furnishes his house and turns it into a massive gym

Is lowkey a dick to most of the villagers, he always hits them with nets and tells them the most negative things he can (which isn’t much considering it’s animal crossing)

Whenever Iris is around, he likes to let her play on his file; she always fills his house with lovely furniture and teddy bears then dresses his character up as a girl, just to bug him

Sometimes he keeps it like that

Honestly he plays the game the least, he never sees the overarching point of it but says it’s sometimes relaxing (yea pal that’s the point)

Makes his character look as tough and badass as possible

Sometimes, when the other bros pull a prank or a being lil shits, he plays their characters and changes their outfits into the dumbest things ever or moves things around in their houses (he also steals Noct’s fish and puts them in storage)

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #headcannons #noctis #animal crossing #noctis lucis caelum #prompto #gladiolus #gladio #ignis

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hopeishappinessff · 6 years

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 14.1

Hope

The incline was set high and the speed was just right. My breathing was labored and sweat drizzled from my brow, chest, and every other surface of my body. I maintained focus and kept my eyes glued to the small television screen in front of me as an upbeat playlist blasted into my ears. I only had about five minutes left on the machine and with a quick glance at the machine to my left, I could tell that Destani’s time was just about in sync with mine.

There were rumors of some big deal party that had been teetering on the lips of nearly everyone in the ethnic community across campus. The last weekend of Homecoming was quickly creeping upon us, so it seemed the only thing people could talk about these days was partying and getting so high or drunk they couldn’t even remember their names. With my roommate and best friend being the professional socialite that she was, she found out about all the big parties before I even had a chance to remember that it was still Homecoming week.

She’d managed to con me into agreeing to attend the ‘biggest party of the year’ with her Cammie, and Angel later in the night, but first I managed to con her into a nice hour and a half workout before she attempted to over intoxicate my body for the weekend.

“Bitch!” I snapped my eyes away from the small screen and yanked my left earbud out just as a high yellow hand slammed down on the side bar of my treadmill.

“What Destani?” I asked breathlessly as I continued to jog at a moderate speed.

“I been talking to your ass for like five minutes now.” She fussed.

With a huff and a roll of my eyes, I cut my eyes at her and made sure to focus on my footing so I wouldn’t slip right off the machine “Why? You see that I have my earbuds plugged in. And we’re working out… why are you talking to me?”

“I was just tryna see how long your rude ass had left.” She said even more out of breath than me. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her just as my machine neared the last few seconds before it finally began to slow to a complete stop.

“I’m done.” I said triumphantly. I caught a quick glimpse of the screen of her treadmill and I could clearly see that she had a bit more time left on it, but she swiftly pressed the reset button multiple times to end her entire cycle.

“Good,” She muttered as she climbed off the side and snatched down her small towel to dab at her forehead, “You were clearly tryna kill my ass with this forty-five minutes of cardio bullshit.”

I laughed at her expense and plucked my Voss water bottle from the cup holder on the side of my machine “I would do no such thing. I just know we’re not gonna be indulging in anything healthy at all this weekend… so I figured one big bang workout before we get into it would be good.”

She delivered a mischievous smirk my way and draped her towel over her shoulder before grabbing her own water bottle and turning to fall into stride with me as I headed toward the women’s dressing room.

We would often utilize our ‘free’, yet not so subtly rolled into tuition, membership to the on-campus Rec Center and because of our frequent visits, we’d designated specific lockers in the dressing room as our own. The Rec was fairly busy tonight and I figured just about everyone had the exact idea as I by coming for last minute, invigorating workouts before jumping head first into the Homecoming festivities. We maneuvered through the crowds until we finally made it into the dressing room and approached our lockers.

“This night… oooooooooooh this night girl. It’s about to be a fucking movie!” She exclaimed as she pulled her small duffle from the confines of her locker. I could only shake my head at her silly antics as she began to dance about ratchetly.

With our belongings gathered and ready to go, we soon made our way out of the women’s locker room and began a slow, sore journey out into the parking lot to catch the shuttle to our dorm.

“You heard from Cam and Angel today?” She asked. It’d surprise me really, the relationship that she was quickly forming with my two new comrades. Destani was never one to venture too far from her comfort zone when it came to the people in her circle. She was always more of the type to stick to what she knew and she wasn’t much of a fan of change. But the moment I first introduced Cammie and Angel to her and she took to them as though they’d been friends for years, I sat back and quietly observed and made sure to call her out on it the moment I got her alone in our dorm room.

“Cammie texted me before we went to the Rec. She said they wanted to meet up to pick outfits and everything for tonight.”

“Oh okay. I’m lowkey more amped because I know we’ll be the finest thangs in this party. Like if I was into bitches, Cammie or Angel would definitely be the first to get the business… they some bad bitches!” She laughed.

I laughed right along with her and shook my head “I still can’t believe you took to them so well. You remember how long it took you to warm up to Tameka and Nalay when we first met them?”

“I know huh?” She agreed as she continued to giggle like a school girl, “I don’t know man… I just like them I guess. You know sometimes you just get those first-time vibes from people when you first meet them… they’re either good or bad, or you gotta give yourself sometime to figure it out. Well with these hoes, I just felt good vibes from jump… kinda like when I first met you.”

“So at eight and nine years old, you just got this vibe that I was this great person and we would be best friends for life?” I snickered.

“Yes nigga!” She exclaimed loudly with a tone full of merriment, “And your ass and they asses should feel special as hell too! When I first met Meka and Nay, I didn’t feel that at all… they asses both had to grow on me. Hell, Chris too! I swear I ain’t like that nigga when I met him… even at nine years old, I couldn’t ignore the vibe of pure evil I got from his crazy ass!”

We cackled loudly as we made our way onto the shuttle that’d just arrived and soon we were on our way back to McWhorter Hall.

–

Once we arrived and made our way up to our room, we both took turns hopping in the shower and packing up overnight bags full of clothing options and Destani’s makeup. I’d been texting Cammie throughout our journey back to the room and she’d informed me that Angel would be coming to pick us up shortly so that we could head to their off-campus apartment to prepare for the night. For the first time, I was excited to be going to our first big off campus party of the year. We’d been to events on campus and parties at a few on campus apartments, but never had we actually set foot off campus for a night of unwinding and fun.

While Destani was taking her turn in the shower, I quickly dried myself off and got dressed in a pair of hot pink athletic shorts and one of Chris’s t-shirts that I refused to give back because it smelled so strongly of him. As I eased the shirt into place on my shoulders, I couldn’t help but smirk as his intoxicating aroma wafted into my nose. I hadn’t heard from him in a few days and though I should have been a bit more concerned with his whereabouts and his overall wellbeing, I wasn’t. I’d become almost accustomed to Chris’s odd behavior as of late. Was it still completely weird and the thought of it always tucked away in the back of my mind? Sure it was. But I’d gone through my phase of stressing over him already and after fighting to get myself out of that slump, I refused to allow him to drag me right back into it.

I was afraid to push myself onto him anyway, so I knew the best thing for me to do was of course silently remain in his corner to support him and whenever he called, I would make sure to always be there. But I wouldn’t overcrowd him though. He was a big boy… if he wanted me around, he knew exactly how to find me. I was hoping that I would at least be able to cross paths with him sometime in the night, but with the way he’d been acting as of late I almost couldn’t even bring myself to believe that he would set foot outside of his room. He’d been entirely too much of a recluse in the past few weeks to even think about showing face at something as social as a full-on party.

The water from the shower soon shut off and within a few minutes, Destani emerged with her curly tresses soaked and cascading down her back and a huge white towel wrapped snuggle around her small frame.

“Did you pack all my shit up too?” She asked as she moved toward her drawer full of leisure wear.

“Yeah, your bag is all packed on your bed and I just finished with the makeup bag.”

“Tis my darling, is why no matter who we allow into this circle… you will always be mi numero uno!” She exclaimed in passing as she blew a kiss my way. I parted my lips to laugh, but quickly snapped them shut along with my eyes and swung around to face away from her just as she dropped her towel.

“Destani! What are you doing?” I yelped.

“Oh stop being dramatic. It’s just tits and ass… I mean, don’t act like I’ve never seen yours before.” She cackled from behind me.

“You haven’t… what do you mean? But you could have at least warned me.”

“Oh that’s right, I haven’t,” She agreed as she slipped on a snug black t-shirt dress, “Mr. psychotic ass won’t even let another bitch see your naked ass!”

“Whatever Dez, are you dressed? Angel just texted and she says she’s pulling into the parking lot now.”

“Yes darling, the tata’s are up… let’s go!” I turned with only one eye open and took a quick full body glance at her, just to be sure she wasn’t pulling my leg and setting me up to see more skin than I desired to. After we both slipped into a pair of slides, we grabbed our respective bags, grabbed a purse a piece with all necessities including cell phones, then made our way out of the room and out of the building.

–

“This is nice as hell!” Destani squealed as we crossed the threshold into Cammie and Angel’s three-bedroom apartment that was literally about three minutes away from campus.

“Thank you, thank you… you know, we try!” Cammie beamed as she rounded the corner from the extravagant kitchen with two red solo cups in tow. She handed them off to Destani and I and Angel followed her back into the open kitchen to grab her own cup.

“You guys have another roommate?” I asked, taking a quick sip of the potent drink in my hands.

“Yeah… well we did anyway,” Angel said with a smirk and a quick glance at Cammie, “But I think Cam may have scared her off. She ain’t been here in a couple weeks now.”

Cammie giggled as she plopped herself down at a bar stool that lined the bar on the inside of the kitchen and sat her cup down only to replace it with a bottle of fireball. She lined up four shot glasses in front of her and began to evenly distribute the alcohol into each glass.

“It’s not my fault the bitch wasn’t adventurous and open minded. Shit, I thought she knew…” She laughed a bit more and stuck her pierced tongue out as she concentrated on finishing up the shots. I had no clue what her or Angel were referring to, but I shrugged it off and watched as she sat the bottle down and slid one shot glass toward each of us.

“I swear ya’ll are my kinda people. They my kinda people Sy… look at this!” Destani exclaimed, carefully picking up her shot glass and making sure not to spill any as it was filled to the brim, “Turn the fuck up ladies!”

“To a night…” Cammie started, dropping her gaze momentarily to the glass before her with a shake of her head, “That we will enjoy, turn up, and not remember in the mothafuckin morning!” We all picked up our shot glasses simultaneously and cheered loudly as we each leaned in and clanked our glasses together. Without second thought, I raised the cup to my lips and quickly tipped it back into my mouth. It burned like hot fire and I had to refrain from coughing my lungs out after finally swallowing it all, but I didn’t bother to protest against it… I was ready for the night ahead.

………

We were all nearly too tipsy to stand still for the onslaught of selfies that Destani decided to engage in before we left and we seemed to be having such a good time simply snapping pictures in different poses, we almost didn’t make it out the door at all. Cammie was the first to finish getting dressed and she wasted no time rolling up three different blunts to get us through the night. Halfway through Destani applying my full glowing face, the first blunt was rammed right into my face and before I knew it I could barely keep my eyes open let alone walk down three flights of stairs to the car.

“If you trip, I swear… I swear I’ll have no choice but to laugh at your ass!” Destani exclaimed from behind me as we stomped noisily down the steps.

I hadn’t managed to stop giggling since the middle of our smoke session and now the walk down the steps was nothing different… I laughed all the way to the last step on the first floor.

“See, I made it… no tripping over here.” I was proud to bask in my ability to make it down the stairs without falling flat on my face and I glanced back at Destani with a smirk to be sure she had seen my feat. I cracked up even harder the moment I faced her and noticed her eyes glued to the ground in front of her, ensuring that she didn’t step on anything but a flat surface and fall herself.

“While she over there talking shit about you Sy, she barely marching straight in them stilettos.” Angel cackled loudly as she too watched Destani maneuver around to the backseat on her side. Cammie joined in on the laughter and soon, we were all doubled over with laughter right on the car.

“Ya’ll some assholes man, whatever.” Destani said after finally gaining a bit of her composure. We continued to laugh at her expense and before long we started to draw attention in the lively parking lot.

“Ugh, come on ya’ll… if one more nigga toot they horn or “hey lil mama” my ass one more time, Imma throw up!” Cammie fussed as she snatched the passenger side door open and slipped into the car.

We continued our laughter into the car and eventually Angel reversed out of her space and weaved her way through the traffic in the lot. Most of the off-campus student apartments lined one particular road just outside of campus and the biggest party of the year just happened to be centrally located on that road.

It wasn’t hard to tell that we’d made it to the party complex only five minutes later as a flood of cars waited at a standstill on the main road just to get in to park.

“Oh fuck this… what the hell!” Angel exclaimed as she stared out of the front windshield at the traffic jam in front of us.

“Damn, we shoulda just walked to this bitch… look at this mess.” Cammie muttered.

I could hear Destani giggling to my left, but I paid her no mind and assumed that perhaps everything she’d ingested back at the apartment was just coursing through her system.

“Here babe!” She screeched suddenly, leaning forward in her seat with a parking decal in her hand.

“What is this boo?” Angel asked as she peeped over her shoulder at Destani’s hand.

“Tay gave it to me… you know him and a bunch of the basketball and football players are the ones throwing this party. He knew we were coming, so he gave me this extra parking pass ‘cause he said the shit would be packed before ten.” She explained happily.

“Thank fuck for Taylor girl… yes! We in that thang!” Before I knew it, Angel was whipping her car right into the lane of oncoming traffic which also remained at a standstill. She maneuvered the car fearlessly though and zipped into the parking lot and with the help of Destani’s instructions, she finally pulled into the empty space in a car port designated on the decal.

“You seriously need to tell him we owe him for this one Dezzy… that was dope!” Angel beamed with excitement as she shut off the ignition of the car and pulled down her visor to access her mirror. We only spent another few minutes in the car making last minute preparations before finally crawling out into the cool October night. And there we stood, basking in our very own glory as though we were A-list celebrities who’d just arrived at our Hollywood party.

“And the night begins ladies… let the turn up commence!” Destani shouted, reaching back to grab my hand to lead me and the girls into what would become one of the most interesting nights of the year.

Chris

My head bobbed to the dense bass of Yo Gotti’s Down in the DM as I sipped from a blue solo cup filled with henny on ice. From the second I set foot in the party earlier in the night just to help set up, I’d been stuck with at least three girls at my side. Not like I could complain… this was definitely my preferred scene for the night. I’d been cooped in that little ass dorm room for what felt like an eternity and as soon as I heard some of the boys making plans for this lit ass party, I knew I wanted in. I was on the prowl tonight, that was one thing I knew for sure as soon as I set my sights on all the beautiful women in the room… and man, were there a lot of them. I hadn’t seen a single unattractive female since the party had started and it didn’t take long for me to realize that this shit was invite only and clearly the team invited ONLY the baddest… which again, a nigga was not about to complain about.

There was a good chunk of the boys from the team in attendance and a handful of some of the football team there to celebrate a win they’d taken home earlier in the evening during the big Homecoming game. These niggas was dead ass serious about this shit too. Before the party commenced, we held a meeting to go over what needed to be done to make this a successful night that wouldn’t be disrupted in any way. We were split up into different zones of the apartment which belonged to four of the boys. Two niggas in place at the makeshift bar to handle the drinks, two niggas stationed behind the DJ booth to spin and one on the mic, four niggas just outside the door to act as security, and two inside the door to greet incoming guests. A couple things I knew for sure… I wasn’t about to pour nobody’s damn drink, wasn’t about to man the music or entertain the crowd on the mic, and I certainly wasn’t about to write my entire night off by standing outside the party all night while the turn up commenced inside. I almost eagerly volunteered to greet near the door and for one main reason only… I knew Hope was gonna show face at this party.

Taylor had already given me a heads up after confirming with Destani and giving her a decal for reserved parking just outside the building. The moment he handed that over, I knew it was really only a matter of time before babygirl set foot in the party. With damn near all the baddest bitches across the state of Georgia dancing in barely there outfits right there on the dance floor, none of them and I mean not a single one had a damn thing on Hope. I hadn’t heard from or spoken to her in almost a week and though I knew it was a tad fucked up for me to wait to see my girlfriend at a damn party, I hadn’t been more excited about anything else all week. I was so excited to see her, my dick jumped at the thought of her gorgeous face alone.

“It’s a little early don’t you think? The party ain’t even started and you already trying to turn up” Lil Miss thickums in front of me tossed her head full of the fakest and shiniest hair I’d ever seen in my life back and side eyed me with a ‘sexy smirk.’

“My bad ma,” I mumbled, taking yet another sip from my cup before turning my attention back to the door, “You just gotta ignore him… big boy on the prowl tonight and uh… I think he tryna get an early start.”

She burst into a fit of giggles so hard, I had to toss a hand around her waist to keep her from toppling right over onto the floor. She was drunk… wasted even and as she said, the party had barely even started.

With a frown, I discreetly nudged the girl to my side and allowed her to fall limply against her friend to my right. The timing couldn’t have been any better… I could see her glowing smile through the doorway and I swear time damn near stood still as I stared at her perfectly made up face. Not too much and not too little… her natural beauty shined through and it honestly looked like she didn’t even have on an ounce of makeup. She laughed as though she had not a care in the world and I swore I could feel a small pinch of emotion in my chest… she looked happy. I hadn’t been anywhere around her in almost a week, yet she still laughed that big beautiful laugh. It didn’t seem to faze her that we’d barely been speaking lately and the thought alone nearly broke me down right where I stood.

“What’s the matter papi… you look like you need some cheering up.” I hesitantly tore my gaze away from Hope and her friends who were still laughing it up with the ‘bouncers’ and focused instead on the tiny waist, big tit, plump lipped Latina who stood inches away from my face.

“I’m actually good,” I grumbled, pulling her hands down from my chest and planting them firmly back at her sides, “Thanks.”

With a huff, the girl swung around to stomp away from me and I smirked as I kept my eyes glued to her heart shaped ass for two seconds longer.

“Isn’t that your boo?” I heard what sounded like that Cambria girl to my left and I turned just as they all came into view a few feet away from me. My eyes locked on Hope as she turned her gaze to me with a smirk before nibbling on the corner of her bottom lip.

“Yeah…”

She swiftly closed the gap between us and I stared down at her in awe. There she stood, in all her short little glory even with a sky high, sexy pair of heels on her feet.

“Hi.” She spoke quietly, yet just loud enough for me to hear her sultry voice over the music.

“Hey.” I muttered.

“Having fun?” She asked. A laugh flew from my nose and I lifted my gaze for a moment to peer around the packed space before dropping my gaze back to her.

“Lil bit.”

She hummed a nearly inaudible response and glanced over at a droopy eyed, smirking Destani before glancing back at me “Well I’ll just let you get back to that… see you later…” She attempted to turn and mosey off, but my hand was on her hip before she could get even a foot away and I pulled her back until her backside was meshed against my front.

“Nah… stay with me tonight.” The words rolled from my tongue with ease and I admired her big, sapphire eyes as she stared up at me.

“What do you mean… I came here with my friends…” She started but I cut her off with a simple shake of my head.

“So… they can move around or stay right here with you, but I want you with me tonight.”

She stared up at me for a while with the sexiest smirk splayed across her nude lips then she finally dropped her gaze, shrugged, and mumbled a playful and quiet “Okay… daddy” that I still managed to hear clearly. And in that moment, I was sure the tiny dick twitch from earlier had turned into a complete and unmistakable erection.

–

“AYEEEEEE, WHAT A TIME… TO BE ALIVE!” I yelled right into the mic… that’d somehow made its way into my hand. Somewhere within the last two hours roles had been readjusted after the boys unanimously decided that our original MC for the night just wasn’t getting the job done. Little did I know, they’d all decided that MC Breezy would be the best candidate to hop on the mic and keep the crowd going… and when the mic was slipped into my hand, I did just that. I couldn’t even begin to explain what all I had running through my system or how much of it I ingested. All I knew was that I felt like a fucking superstar on the highest cloud and no one could bring me down from that.

I sat perched on the edge of the bar that was wedged between the kitchen and the living room. I had my girl aligned perfectly between my legs, her friends dancing wildly on each side of her, and my niggas dancing just as wild all around them. This was by far the greatest night of my life… the henny and crown in my system told me so!

“I’m feeling good in this mothafucka tonight ya’ll! If you feeling good in this bitch, say hell yeah!” I was so turnt, I really couldn’t even register what the hell I was saying. But when the crowd erupted like a concert hall around me, I figured I had gotten my point across.

“Aye, Breezy. Breezy man!” With my eyes formed into the tiniest slits, I dropped my gaze to Taylor who stood a few feet away from me with Destani glued to his front grinding away like a professional fucking exotic dancer. I hadn’t forgotten about my own little exotic dancer who swiveled her hips strategically between my legs. I had to drop the mic to my side to refrain from moaning right into it as Hope perked her ass right against my dick and dropped it like it was her damn job.

“Breezy dawg!” Taylor shouted once again across from me.

Reluctantly tearing my eyes away from Hopes beautifully sexy body, I eyed him with a face full of annoyance and rolled my eyes “What nigga?”

He chuckled and shook his head as he watched me respond to him right into the mic. I’d forgotten the thing was in my hand and was prepared to have a full conversation with this nigga right over the speaker system.

“Come in the kitchen nigga. They calling us for shots.” He shouted over the blaring music just after reaching forward and plucking the mic from my hand. Hope hadn’t heard a word he’d said and she continued to toot it and boot it on a nigga, which made it so difficult for me to focus on anything but the way her ass bounced to the beat.

“Baby girl,” Cammie intervened from her side with another of my teammates pressed against her lil hood ass, “Come on, we’re about to do a round.”

Hope finally slowed her pace and turned to face me and got damnit if I didn’t wanna snatch her up and drop her ass like it was hot right on my dick, right on that bar. Her eyes were evidently red from the most recent rotation we’d partaken in less than thirty minutes ago. Her long straight blonde tresses were starting to curl back up from the heat in the party and sweat dripped from the edges of her hair. I could also see the trails of sweat cascading down her chest and right into her cleavage, moistening the front of her shirt. She looked like she’d just endured a wild night of fucking and that… turned… me… on.

“Come on baby. Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots!” She chanted as she gripped onto my hands and dragged me down from the countertop. I chuckled, allowing her to hold onto my hands as she turned to face forward and eased her way through the crowd toward the kitchen. Without thought, I swiftly moved up against her ass and dropped our conjoined hands down to her hips.

“All I can think about is how deep I’m bout to be in your perfect ass pussy tonight.” I murmured, my lips pressed right against her right ear. I could feel her body tensing in my grasp, but she giggled and dropped her head back against my shoulder and continued to blindly lead us into the kitchen.

“Don’t Chris… you’re gonna have me dripping right outta my shorts.” She groaned.

“I know you already wet baby,” I said, easing one hand from her waist and up to grope her right breast, “And if you say the word, I won’t hesitate to toss your ass up on one of these counters and lick that pussy dry… with all these people watching.”

Her breath hitched at that moment and she shuddered against me. If I wasn’t mistaken, I would say she’d just busted a nut right where she stood without me touching more than just her breast.

She turned around suddenly and pressed her head against my chest, burying her face in my shirt. She was breathing faster now and her hands were balled up and latched onto the front of my shirt.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I palmed her ass and guided her backwards into the kitchen. Yeah, I was positive lil mama had just had a whole orgasm and I needed to bend her over somewhere soon before I had one of my own.

“Aiight my niggas, ya’ll ready for this round?” Shawn shouted over the music once we’d all made our way into the kitchen and surrounded the wide island in the center of the room.

The boys chanted their approval and soon, a tray full of shots was passed around until each of us nursed a small glass.

“To the livest party of the fucking century, we did the got damn thing my niggas… AYYYYEEEEEEE!” Shawn shouted, quickly clanking his shot glass down against the marble surface of the island. Everyone followed suit and in unison, we downed each and every shot. I’d taken so many damn shots and had so many straight drinks throughout the night, it felt like I was downing a cup of water at this point because somehow my throat had become numb to the potency of the liquor. Hope and the girls had even downed theirs just as quickly and I peered down at her as she kept her face against my chest and grimaced… she hadn’t had enough shots to numb her to the liquor yet.

“Aiight, aiight, aiight… everybody listen up,” Shawn shouted louder, “So, now that we all had a nice lil shot to warm us up… it’s time to get to the real fun in this bitch!”

I found myself joining in on the wave of laughter and watched as he carefully moved all the shot glasses over to the sink and shifted the bottles of alcohol to one side of the large island.

“I think it’s time we had a lil fun with the ladies. Fellas, what ya’ll think? It’s already hot as fuck in here… I’m tryna set the roof on fire!”

Everyone hooted all around me, but at that exact moment I kept quiet. What the fuck did he mean have a lil fun with the ladies?

“Now I know what you thinking… Breezy,” He chuckled as he turned and looked right at me, “This fun is strictly for the ladies. Meaning… not a single nigga in here will be allowed to touch. And that includes you.”

He pointed an incriminating finger my way and I frowned and looked down at Hope who’d raised her amused gaze in his direction to listen to his instructions.

“We just gone play a lil game. That involves shots, and bodies, and ladies… no niggas.” He said.

With further explanation, I quickly figured out that it wasn’t even an actual game with an objective that he’d just described. If anything it sounded like he was just tryna gather as many females, including mine, who would agree to allow other females to take shots from anywhere on their bodies… and I mean, anywhere. I wasn’t fond of the idea of this lil ‘game’ at all and though my ass could barely even see straight enough to comprehend any of this shit, I knew for certain that Sy’Diyah Hope Donsen wouldn’t be participating in it at all.

“Sy, come on… we can go first!” Destani happily snatched away from Taylor and rushed over to Sy, who looked just as damn excited.

“Hell nah. She not doing this shit.” I blurted, staring at Destani like she had two heads.

“Oh shut up, grumpy ass. Live a little… nobody’s gonna be touching her but me. Ya’ll just get to watch.” She said with a smirk and a wink.

“Okay, so how bout she just get to watch too… move along Destani. She’s not doing this.” With an exasperated huff, Dez rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath. Frankly I didn’t give a shit what she’d just said. I was not about to stand back and watch my girlfriend get licked on by another female, while all these thirsty niggas watched.

“Charlie,” Her voice was soft but still audible over the sound of the commotion around us, “Calm down. It’s not that serious.”

I hadn’t even noticed, but I was getting worked up and I was suddenly starting to feel heat rising in my face. With her soothing words though, it only took a second for me to calm the fuck down and realize it really wasn’t that serious.

“Aiight, so I think we got our first set of contenders. Ladies… let the games begin!” I looked up and watched along with everyone else in the kitchen as Destani hiked herself up onto the flat surface of the island. She wore a huge, beaming grin on her face and it was clear she was having entirely too much fun with the prospect of another bitch taking a random shot off of her.

Within seconds Hope’s new friend Angel stepped forward with her bottom lip tucked in her mouth. She smirked as she gripped a half full shot glass and dragged her eyes over Destani’s frame, contemplating exactly where she wanted to position the shot. With Dez’s cleavage on full display, Angel quickly zoned in on it and I stared in amusement as she too climbed onto the island top and pushed Destani down on her back. She wedged the glass right between her boobs and the crowd erupted immediately.

“Aiight ladies, you got it… make that shit sexy!” Shawn called out over all the loud hoots and hollers.

Angel didn’t waste any time getting right down to business… nor did she even crack a smile. Homegirl looked dead ass as she leaned down and eased her lips around the top of the shot glass. I could clearly tell she’d slid down a bit further so that the skin of her lips would press against the skin of Destani’s boobs and the niggas all around me clapped and cheered eagerly as she pulled back with the glass in her mouth. She tilted her head back and allowed the contents of the glass to drizzle into her mouth. After swallowing the shot and opening her mouth wide to show that the deed had been done, she smiled triumphantly and leaned forward to playfully nuzzle her face right in Destani’s cleavage.

The crowd continued to cheer and clap and laugh and I couldn’t help but laugh my damn self as Destani tossed her head back and cackled loudly.

“Sexy sexy ladies, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” Shawn exclaimed, “Okay, now who are my next contenders?” Every pair of eyes in the room roamed around, just waiting to see who would jump to go next. It didn’t even don on me until I spotted every single person in the kitchen staring open mouthed in my direction… that Cammie was easing up in front of Hope. She held an empty shot glass in one hand and a bottle of patron in the other. Her face remained calm and I couldn’t even keep my eyes off her pierced tongue as she swept it out over her bottom lip if I wanted to.

I could feel Hope squirming in my grasp and I peered down at her to see that Cammie had turned her around so that her back was now pressed against my chest. She kept her eyes glued to Hope’s as she eased the glass down between her partially expose cleavage and I had no choice but to keep my eyes on what was happening as my height left me hovering over it all. Popping the cork out of the patron bottle, Cammie started to pour the liquid into the glass until it was full. But she didn’t immediately tilt the bottle away from Hope’s chest though… she continued to pour and watched with the purest lust in her eyes as the alcohol drizzled over the top of Hope’s breasts.

Lord if I hadn’t noticed before, I surely noticed in that moment… my dick was on a solid ten. My hands remained glued to Hope’s hips and I found myself digging my fingers into her flesh as I focused on keeping her ass pressed against my crotch.

“Now that is really what the fuck I’m talking about. Lil mama is about to get it popping in this mothafucka. This is the fun we been looking for fellas!” Shawn yelled over the crowd and I barely even paid attention. My focus was entirely too tied up on what was happening right in front of me and I swore my heart would thud right outta my chest as I watched the spectacle unfold.

Cammie passed the bottle off to Angel who stood at her side, watching just as intently as the niggas in the room. Before I could even fully register what was happening, I felt the girl reach down for my hands and raise them to plant right against the back of her head. She eyed me closely for a moment, willing me to dig my fingers into her thick tresses and grip tight as she dove forward and engulfed the glass between her lips. The crowd, of course, went wild. They hooted, and hollered, and yelled so loud… I was sure it would only be a matter of time before the cops came knocking to shut the show down. With the shot now downed in one gulp, Cammie quickly handed that too off to Angel and she swiftly turned back around to dive in once more… this time swiping her tongue out over the top of Hopes left tit.

She gasped then and tossed her head back against my shoulder. Reflexively, my grip tightened around this girl’s head and she moaned while she formed her lips into a suction and suckled at the top of my girl’s titties. She went back and forth between this action and flicking her tongue out all over Hope’s breasts until every visible drop of patron had been removed from her skin… but she didn’t stop there. With her tongue sticking out, she licked a trail up along Hope’s neck and continued to sensually make her way up until she reached the corner of her mouth.

My eyes were locked on her face the entire time and with the sexiest and most mischievous smirk, she zoned in on me for only a moment before easing forward and capturing my fucking girlfriend’s lips with her own. My eyes bulged and my fingers nearly pulled out clumps of her hair as I continued to hold onto her head… all while she engaged in a slow, dick throbbing, panty wetting, all around life changing make out session with Hope. That triggered him and before I had time to even think about getting myself under control, my brows furrowed deeply with frustration as to why we were all still standing there fully clothed… he wanted to see skin and he wanted to see it immediately.

With a loud groan, I dipped my face into the crook of Hopes neck and whipped out my own pierced tongue to attack her skin. But oh did my mind fight back on this one… never had I ever allowed this, this thing to consume me in the presence of Hope. I was literally terrified, yet turned the fuck on all at the same time as I stood there attempting to suck the blood right out of her neck while this girl kissed her with a fervor in a room full of high and horny niggas. I couldn’t take it… it was all too intense and I could literally feel every nerve in my body tingling with pleasure and I swore I could even feel all my children just knocking at the tip of my dick, begging to be released soon.

I trailed my tongue up along the side of her neck, stopping every once in a while to suck on a few spots until I reached her jawline. Cammie’s hands were gripping her face as she continued to engage in the most lustful and lip smacking kiss with her. Though it was turning me on in a way that I’d never experienced in my life, he was growing more and more impatient with her selfishness and before I knew it, with a handful of Cammie’s hair still entangled in my fingers I snatched her back away from Hope and their lips detached with a loud smack. They both moaned aloud and heaved for air, but Hope didn’t have much longer to get her breath back on track… my left hand was already tangled up in her sweet smelling golden tresses and I’d already turned her head to get it to the perfect angle for me to lean in and catapult my lips onto hers.

She raised her hands to grip at the sides of my face, but as I continued to swivel my tongue around the inside of her alcohol infused mouth I too raised my hands to catch hers. I linked my hands against the back of hers and shifted all four hands forward to Cammie’s exposed belly. Using my hands as guides, I slipped them up beneath her black crop top until I could feel the warm skin of her breasts against my fingertips. And from there I allowed Hope to take lead… I kept my hands against the back of hers, but silently instructed her to fondle Cammie’s breasts as she continued to make out with me.

“Gooooooooooooooot daaaaaaaaaaaamn… my nigga Chris, no homo bro… but that is about the sexiest shit I have ever seen in my fucking life!” I could hear Shawn yelling frantically from somewhere across the room. And it was only in that moment that I actually remembered I was standing in the middle of a kitchen, in the middle of a party, with tons of eyes on us. I willed myself to pull back from Hope and I opened my eyes the furthest they would go and stared down at her. Her face was completely flushed, her lips were swollen and red, and she held this erotic little sex face as she stared right back at me that nearly made me crumble right behind her.

My ears finally tuned in to the commotion around us and I realized that more than half of the party goers in the other room had even turned to watch the spectacle. People were shouting like they’d just witnessed a Mayweather fight up close. I didn’t even bother to feel embarrassed… my thoughts were caught somewhere between two different entities and from what I could tell, both were horny as fuck and ready for round one right there in that kitchen.

“Ya’ll ready to get outta here?” I snapped my attention around to Cammie who stood there with her breasts fully exposed but covered by me and Hope’s conjoined hands. Her hands were placed comfortably at Hope’s waist and if I didn’t know anything else in that moment… I knew this night was about to get real interesting, real quick.

TBC…

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dreamingofjoon · 6 years

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That Gym Couple

Hey, head canon requests are open and please don’t mind my unoriginal title

This photo does not belong to me. Credits here

You were on your explore page on instagram

When you found a video of this really cute guy and his equally cute dog

It wasn’t his account (sadly)

But the person who posted it tagged him

So you go on over to his page

And find out a bunch of stuff about him witcho stalker self

Like how he’s a video director

and has an adorable dog

but you ended up not so silently stalking his account

and following him on twitter too

so like two weeks later

this dude’s face is still stuck in your head

you listened to his group’s music

and you were highkey whipped over this dude you never met and probably never would meet

But anywho

One day you were just in the gym

Because you knew you had to get up and start working out again

You were on the leg press

Struggling because you put it on a higher weight than you knew you could take

your cheeks were puffed and you probably looked hilarious to anyone passing

you had some baggy, black joggers on

old nikes

and a big ass hoodie

so you lowkey looked like a bum too

BuT a cute bUM

ain’t nobody got time to put on makeup when you’re gonna sweat it all off so none of that (seriously bruh)

you finally reached your last set and just sat there, trying to let your legs feel some relief again

when someone came and tapped you on the shoulder and asked

“Are you finished with this machine?” all considerate like

“Yeah, sorry.” you apologized

but when you tried to get up, your legs felt like jello and you stumbled and almost cracked your head

But then the dude helped you stand upright

and you were all flustered but thanked him

then you looked at his face

and your heart dropped

cuz it was the instagram dude

so of course you backed up off him even though you wanted him to hold you in his arms forever

and your legs still felt like spaghetti so you fell on the floor

and he laughed at you which made you both a lil mad but more embarrassed

he helped you up again

and you were suddenly aware of the other girl around the gym

like three others

two of them were wearing the typical “I’m trying to find a boyfriend” look

the other one looked like you yet still somehow cleaned up nicer

your legs were finally back to normal so you back up and motion towards the machine so that he can get on

but before he sat, he changed the weight to a higher one okay showoff

he started his set

and you forgot you were kind of staring

so he just looked at you and you got all surprised because he moved his head really suddenly

“Learning from the master?”

“Excuse me?”

“The leg press. It seemed like you were struggling a bit.”

“Oh.Yeah…”

you just went along with the excuse because you couldn’t come up with your own

“When I’m done with my next set, I can show you.”

“Thank you!”

dude you were squealing inside

“Name’s Christian by the way.”

“Y/N.”

so he showed you how to not strain yourself to much but still barely pushing your limits

so that you don’t have to walk around like a limp noodle

and you guys end up working out together

and he’s like

“Do you come here often?”

“First time in a while.”

“Well I come every Saturday evening. Hope to see you again soon.” he smiled and you swooned inside

so yeah you were planning to come next saturday

(and were planning to look a little better)

but when saturday came, you were in a rush and ended up in similar clothing (sux)

but when you got there, you didn’t see him

you started working out because that was still a focus here

like twenty minutes later, you feel a tap on your shoulder

“Surprise.”

wHiPpeD

you guys worked out together again

you ended up getting food after

which defeated the whole purpose of working out but oh well

and you were talking and his dog came up

“My dog loves running with me.”

“Lori, right?”

and there was a silence

and you realized that you guys were supposed to be strangers

“IT REALLY WAS YOU!” he yelled out of the blue

and you’re confused ????

“When you followed me, I looked at your profile because of all of the interesting comments you left so I thought I recognized you at the gym but I wasn’t sure.”

and your eyes bugged out

“Um um um…”

“Don‘t get nervous now.” he laughed

“Would you like to meet her?”

“…Lori?” you asked

he nodded so after the awkwardness passed and you finished eating

the dude asked you to meet him at a park by your house

and he brought his dog along with him

and you walked and had fun with them and got his number

you guys worked out every week together

and soon enough, you got the chance to look halfway decent for him

and when you arrived he looked at you weird

“Are you comfortable in that?” was the first thing he asked

Yeah, why?”

“No reason.”

you were just wearing a t-shirt and some running shorts that were a little high you had to admit

but you worked out nonetheless

near the end, you started to do different exercises

he went to the dumb bells

and you got some small weights so that you could do squats

you’re just doing your thing

then you heard a thud and turned around quick

Christian’s weight was on the ground in front of him and his eyes got wide when you turned around

“You good?”

“Yeah, fine.”

every now and then when you wore something that wasn’t big, baggy, or black, Christian would stare without you knowing somehow

the dude knew you were fine af but sometimes it was just disrespectful

one day, some dude came up to you while you guys were split up

he said he noticed you when you came a few times and would like to grab a bite after you guys were done

before anything even came out of your mouth

Christian does a batman and comes out of nowhere

slides his arm around you waist

“Sorry. We’re going to get something to eat after.”

the dude seems so sweet and accepts defeat gracefully

you’re looking at the hand on your hip like WHAT

Christian pulled away real quick

“You didn’t have to swoop in but thanks for pretending to be my boyfriend.” you awkwardly laughed

and he awkwardly laughed

instead of going to eat after the gym today, Christian invites you to his apartment

YOUR FIRST TIME THERE MY DUDE

he showed you videos he was editing

and you played with Lori

you guys are sitting on his couch when Lori gets between you on the floor

and you both reach down to grab her

but hit your head against each other

and you suddenly turned to face each other

and he leaned in while your eyes just kept getting wider

he kissed you but your eyes were still open in shock

so when he opened his eyes and saw the look on your face, he thought he shouldn’t have done that

“Sorry Y/N. Can you just forget about it?”

“But I don’t want to forget.” you muttered

and he wAs liKE WHAT

“Dude, you saw my comments. You knew you were attractive.”

“I mean yeah, but then we became friends and I didn’t know if that changed.”

“Well it didn’t.”

so he smiles and kisses you again

And you close your eyes and actually kiss him back this time

then Lori starts yapping and licks your toes

“This is thanks to you!” he said after lifting her

so yeah

afterwards, y’all are that cute gym couple that people say goals to

and he takes a lot of off guards of you whenever he can even if you say they’e ugly

In the gym

while you’re eating

even when you fell asleep on him

you met the other members of DPR

he produced a video of you guys together for your anniversary

you guys are such a chill but open minded couple

you travel

and eat hella diverse food

a lot of nights, you just go over and fall asleep while he’s editing and listening to music

he loves seeing you and Lori curled up together

music is just something you guys bond over

you also bond over Lori

you guys just bond over a lot

it was a reason why he loved you much

#boy group writers net #i go home early tomorrow:DDD #christian yu #christian yu scenarios #christian yu imagines #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #barom yu #barom yu scenario #barom yu imagines #c-clown rome #khh #khh scenarios #khh imagines #khh scenario

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Prince! Seongwoo [Pt 2]

i’m back at it again with that prince seongwoo au because we needa pROPER ENDING for it LMAOO also i edited the milkis logo onto the glass bc it was originally beer but YKNOW THERES NO DRINKING ALLOWED FOR PRINCE SEONGWOO AT LEAST

Here’s Prince! Seongwoo Pt 1 for all yall who need back story dhfjd

the next day

you were just kind of chilling at the library sorting books in their places like ya always do

when you hard a bunch of commotion towards the front of the library, rushing to the front you see the librarian at the back of the crowd equally as confused

“what’s going on?”

the librarian started laughing and just kind of shrugged

“i’m not too sure myself! would you like to go to the front and find out what all the commotion is about?”

you simply nod your head and start pushing your way to the front

while you were making your way to the front you started noticing that the crowd was basically 90% girls and 10% guys who were just very confused as to what was going on and when you could see the front you wree pretty sure you were ready to just turn around and act like nothing was happening

“oh my god he’s actually here”

but it was too late to just run away because daniel spotted you with his HAWK eyes and instantly dove towards you grabbing your wrist

“Y/N hey! We were looking for you! Where were you??”

once he pulled you to the front you met the gaze of Seongwoo who was just giving you a sweet smile

he was also not wearing his usual princely attire and was in regular clothes with just made you like think “wow he’s even more handsome in regular clothes”

you could feel your cheeks starting to get a bit hot so you just looked down and mumbled

“i was yknow, doing my job like i always do here”

seongwoo just chuckled a little and daniel just laughed which you were confused about because you literally did not say anything funny ???

but at the same time their laughs sounded like more nervous laughs which also didn’t make sense because you were pretty sure you were 110% more nervous about this whole situation

you weren’t even sure why you were nervous you just were

(lmao me whenever i meet new people in my head im like “ya bettter not say anything stupid” me 10 seconds later “so like we all hate homework right?” HDKFHD)

“ok well um where should we hang out?”

looking up you noticed seongwoo walking towards the crowd instantly making them part like wow ofc they would part for the prince

when you guys got towards the end of the crowd, you noticed the librarian with her jaw basically dropped

“y/n and daniel! you didn’t tell me you guys were going to have a special visitor today! i would’ve made the place look nicer and not so dusty!”

seongwoo instantly started shaking his head and waved his head around in a cute way

“no no no! it’s okay! this place is so nice and beautiful I wouldn’t want you changing it”

you lowkey heard girls in the crowd swoon which made you roll your eyes because honestly you were already swooning the second you saw him at the end of the crowd

he was like the light at the end of the tunnel

wait what your mind totally isn’t thinking that right now

or is it?

ANYWAYS you guys ended up sitting at a very secluded part of the library thats blocked off because you guys really wouldn’t be able to be comfortable with girls swooning over seongwoo left and right

also this is where you and daniel are when you both sneak food into the library because the librarian never checks this spot LMAO

you guys are pretty sure she has forgotten that this secluded part has even existed

so like usual daniel put down the bag he was holding and started bringing out all the drinks and the food

one of them specifically caught seongwoo’s eye and you honestly found it adorable

“do you want that one seongwoo??”

before he could respond daniel literally dropped the rest of the food he was trying to set down nicely on the table and grabbed the drink

“oops HAHA that’s my favorite drink and i forgot to bring more for you guys so sorry!”

you kind of just gave him the “are you for real now” face and he just kind of laughed while rubbing the back of his neck

standing up you checked your pockets for money and noticed you had enough for just one so you started to leave

“i’m gonna go get one for seongwoo bc we have a fake friend who doesn’t know how to share”

while you were leaving the library you could literally hear daniel groaning and gripping about what you probably said which you didn’t really care for bc

he knew it was a joke

but anyways before you were even able to step foot outside the library you noticed that seongwoo was already walking next to you

“what are you doing?”

“coming with you to get a drink”

“i was gonna get you a drink and come back”

“well i can’t let my beautiful old best friend go alone right?”

you felt yourself blush a little again and just shoved seongwoo slightly

“gosh just compliment yourself, you have all the good looks”

after you said that you noticed that seongwoo suddenly went quiet so you took a quick glance at him and noticed that he was smiling to himself but trying not to show it

but it was totally obvious lmao

“are you that happy i called you handsome?”

“basically yeah”

you smiled to yourself too and you both just kept on walking to the local shop

once you both arrived at the place that served the drinks you both took a seat and ordered

“you’re going to love this drink”

“since daniel loves it so much I’ll probably love it too”

you laughed and seongwoo just smiled again while looking at you laugh

“you’re so cute”

you instantly stopped laughing and just gave seongwoo a really confused face which made him really flustered and he started pointed behind you

“i-i mean the drink! it looks so cute that i wanted to point it out”

the waiter placed down the drinks and bowed towards seongwoo before leaving

“star treatment for prince seongwoo hmm i wonder if they’ll make this drink free??”

he chuckled before placing a couple of bills on the table

“i don’t like to use my royalty as an advantage, i’m just like everyone else yknow? i don’t see a point in acting like i’m at a higher standard.”

nodding you were suddenly reminded of how genuine seongwoo was when you guys were younger and realized that even though you both may be grown up, he probably hasn’t changed much.

he did look more handsome though, like breathtakingly handsome

like when you two were younger he wasn’t the best looking but you fell for his personality but now wow he was like the total package, tall, great looks and a great personality?! any girl would be lucky to have him

seongwoo picked up the drink and examined it before giving you a weird look

“is this watered down milk?”

you literally laughed out loud for a second and shook your head

“no! just try it!”

he gave one more glance at your before gulping down a ton of the drink

“woah!”

he gulped the drink down and just flashed you a huge smile

(^^ pls refer to photo above LMAO)

“this is so good?? I didn’t think it would taste like this!”

you chuckled a little watching seongwoo looking so excited trying out a new drink

“oof i think i found my new favorite drink!”

he started to order more and you both just started talking,

mainly catching up since you guys missed a few years with each other

“wait you’re telling me that you left daniel on purpose back there??”

“yeah i just wanted to spend time with you because yknow, i spend time with daniel almost every day”

“why though? we all could’ve hung out together!”

he laughed awkwardly and just looked down at his drink

which just so happened to be his 5th drink in a row

you were starting to get a bit concerned for how fast he was drinking them

but back to the story

he looked up at you again and took one of your hands that were resting on the table

“okay i know you probably don’t want to hear this but remember when i suddenly stopped talking to you a couple years back?”

you nodded your head slowly and just watched seongwoo as he took a deep breathe in

“well my parents wouldn’t really let me see you because...”

“because?? was i like too rowdy? should i apologize to your parents?”

he chuckled a little and shook his head

“noo, it was because i liked you, i really liked you and they found out and they weren’t the happiest people in the world because you weren’t really royalty and all we did really in front of them was mess around”

you just slowly nodded your head in response

“so you..liked me before?”

“no i still like you now-”

his eyes instantly widened and he just kind of let go of your hand to put his hand over his mouth like “wow i just done and did it now”

but for you tbh ohoho a huge smile was forming on your face that you couldn’t really hide

but i mean you weren’t really trying to hide it anyways

“you like me seongwoo~”

you teased him a little and noticed his ears turned a little red

“shut up y/n i know you don’t like me back so no need to tease me”

“wait hold up i didn’t say that”

he looked up at you and you just kind of like looked down because wow his gaze was intense and you were just not prepared for it

but after taking a moment to like gather your thoughts you grabbed one of his hands and looked at him inthe eyes

“how should i say this? ong seongwoo prince of our kingdom but doesn’t really act like a prince, i like you. and no not because you just confessed to me, i like actually like you, have ever since a year before you stopped talking to me”

now you could see the smile forming on his face and you felt yourself melting a little because of the way his eyes were just crinkling in happiness and his smile was just so sweet and pure

you were admitting that you are literally still whipped for seongwoo

“so are we a thing now then? because i would really like for that to happen”

sipping on your drink you kind of gave him a weird look

“you just said your parents didn’t really like me?”

seongwoo smiled a little and just shook his head

“at the party last night after you left and i danced with you my parents came up to me and told me that we looked good together. I told them it was you and that you were just messing around with me when we were younger and let me just tell you that my mom said that i should try getting you back”

“getting me back?”

he laughed a little and looked a little shy

“she said i should get you back because it looked obvious that i still liked you from how i looked like when i talked to you”

while you two were walking back to the library seongwoo casually slipped his hand in yours and squeezed your hand a little

“yknow, we should thank daniel for this”

“for what?”

“forcing you to go to the party! i’ve been wanted to talk to you but i just didn’t know how, i thought you hated me”

“i honestly thought you hated me too?? you just stopped talking to me and daniel didn’t tell me why-”

“wait daniel didn’t tell you that i like you? oof i’m gonna need to talk to him later forget about thanking him”

you just laughed and looked down at the both of you holding hands

“are you sure it’s just okay to be walking around like this? shouldn’t we become an official, official thing?”

seongwoo shrugged and let go of your hand to move his hand around your waist and pulled you closer

“this is how we’re telling people that we’re a thing!”

you were honestly so surprised you heart was about out fall out of your chest from it beating so hard

but you were really happy though because honestly even though daniel forced you to something you initially didn’t want to go to,

he kind of just actually gave you a gift

once you both arrived back to the library and the secluded place daniel looked up with jellies in his mouth to see seongwoo’s arm wrapped around your waist

he huffed a little and just looked back down at a random book, chewing on his jellies

“so you guys leave me for a good minute to become a couple and do couple things? I had to eat all this because it was just rotting away here!”

“daniel food doesn’t rot within two hours”

“it does when my best friends take too long because they’re flirting with each other”

you both laughed and blushed a little while daniel huffed again

“you guys are literally reacting the same way, you both are meant to be”

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