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aclowntiny · 9 months

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First ‘I Love You’ With Seventeen

Since Ateez got one & all! 😄 Warning: long post! 😂

S.Coups

Almost every time you spent time with Seungcheol and the guys, you ended up taking care of them somehow, breaking up spats or cooking for them or even just satisfying certain members’ desire for attention. Not that you were anywhere near a de facto leader- in fact, it was just like you were parenting them. And while that made Choi ‘Family of Six’ Seungcheol fall over himself, head over heels to show you appreciation and affection every time, sometimes he needed you to himself.

This was one of those times.

The jacuzzi water was warm as it bubbled around you two, arms hanging out the edge and glasses in hand like anyone high society in movies would do. Seungcheol nuzzled affectionately into your cheek, grinning at the way you giggled his name when his nose brushed your skin.

“This is nice, isn’t it? Just you and me,” he murmured.

“You and me and the moon,” you hummed cheerily, “it’s wonderful, not that I don’t love the guys, but this must be what parents feel like when they go on vacation together.”

So you saw it too? Cute. “They love you, you know. And I can see why. But I loved you first,” Seungcheol remarked, the words slipping out as he kisses your cheek, feeling whole right there with you at his side.

“Well, that’s good,” you replied, smile so beautiful Seungcheol didn’t even need to look at the stars to see a shine, “because I love them, but I love you more.”

Setting down his glass, Seungcheol swept you into his arms, pulling you for a real kiss as you both repeated your confession, warm in both the water and your embrace.

Jeonghan

Life was kind to you. You had the most loving and understanding boyfriend anyone could ask for. Jeonghan was the best listener you’d ever met, and while you were careful not to abuse that, he let you know time and time again that he cared, that you could talk to him.

So hesitant as you were, you had gone to him one night after a bad day at work, saying you didn’t want to dwell too hard but needed a vent, and all he did was pull you to his lap without another question asked. That day had brought dealings with a particularly rude person, someone who’d taken a low blow at your appearance and unfortunately chosen something you were sensitive about. As you rested with your head in Jeonghan’s lap, his hand playing with your hair, you sighed that though you had a lot of blessings in life, you just wish that one thing at least would go away.

“You know that says more about them than it does about you, right?” Jeonghan began softly. “You would never tear someone down like that, would you?”

“Of course not,” you replied instantly, no thought even necessary.

“That’s because you’re a nice person. You don’t feel the need to cover your flaws with someone else’s or feel better than them. Even if you are in my mind,” he joked, squishing your cheek and bringing your first genuine smile and giggle of the day out.

“Don’t worry about what strangers think, ok? Those things you don’t like about yourself? I think they’re beautiful,” Jeonghan peers down at you with a soft smile, dark eyes sparkling, “I love them. I love you.”

As much as people think of your boyfriend as some sort of jokester, you know he’d never joke about a thing like that. That fond look like he sees the whole world? That really is for you. He truly loves you as you are. Tears welled in your eyes, only to fall back as you reached up, hand brushing along the curve of Jeonghan’s cheek.

“I can say all the same to you, Jeonghan. I love you, too.”

Joshua

Joshua wanted to fall in love first. Wasn’t a fan of being flirted with, having passes made at him, anything that felt disingenuous. What he wanted was a reality, a friendship that carried through into the greatest of bonds, something that he found for himself.

He found you. Well, sort of. When he met you, you treated him like anyone else. Cared to ask him deeper questions, like what the meaning of music was to him or if he could have any one piece of knowledge, what it would be. Let yourself loose and were your silly, smart, kind self very quickly, and he admired your comfort in that side of yourself. Or the resistence to social inhibitions at least, even if it was a challenge.

He hadn’t even expected to really fall for you, but the more you spoke, the less he could help it. You two just made sense together, his energy calming you and yours encouraging Joshua’s fun side- anything to keep you laughing with him, and laugh together you did!

Selfish as it sounded, he didn’t want anyone else to make you laugh like that. He wanted your heart to carry him as his did you, so when you agreed to date him, confessed you’d love that, wore the bracelet he’d made you with his initial on it, his heart just melted. Much as you deserved your freedom, Joshua wanted to be a home to you, and now it was time to tell you that.

You notice he’s that much more loving to you by the way he looks at you, the way he rushes around to open the car door for you and the way his arm slides up and down yours as you make your way into the restaurant he reserved a nice dinner for you two at.

You know him well enough to recognize that he’s biting his tongue about something, like his whole mind is leaning on the edge of his seat as he listens to you, but you know he takes time sometimes to speak his mind- it’s just Joshua’s nature, and you can accept that. You love him, after all, and that’s part of that.

So you keep talking, joking around along with your boyfriend as he reminisces on something embarrassing that happened to him in high school you still joke about, and you remind him of that funny baseball game trip you took with your grandparents.

“I hope I’m as lively as my great-grandpa is at that age, the way he climbed over the bench!"

"Minus the mustard," Joshua chuckled.

"Minus the mustard," you agreed, "I'd like to be a mustard-free grandparent."

Grandparent. One word and flashes of imagination burst through Joshua's mind, wondering what you two would look like as the quintessential old married couple, how many grandkids you'd have- and here he thought he hated thinking like that.

“Ha, that's a great image- I can almost see it. I see a future with you, you know,” Joshua tells you, taking your hand in his, eyes locked on yours. They aren’t searching, though- all you can see is pure joy, reassurance.

You can’t help the warmth that rises to your cheeks. “And of course I can see you in mine,” you reply.

“I love you,” you both say at the same time, and that’s how Joshua knows it’s real- you’ve found it together.

Jun

Welcome to the longest day ever. As he trudged his way home, that was all Junhui could think. Travel was fun, but also so grueling between work, jet lag, and little sleep. All he wanted to do was eat something and crash. Then he’d sleep for eight to twelve hours and wake up grateful for all the experiences that were still a bit hazy in his mind.

As he opened the door, sweet relief flooded him, and yet it was the tiniest bit strange entering the solitude. At least until-

“Welcome home!”

He almost jumped, just barely managed to quell his nerves enough to remain steady. Turning, he saw you standing at the table, food laid out and even a little cake that said ‘Welcome Back Junnie!!! > ω <’ frosted on top.

He was grateful enough you’d taken care of things while he was gone, but making him a late dinner? That adorable cake? He wasn’t even upset by the break of solitude, he realized, because time with you was still going to feel like ‘me time’. And who wouldn’t be overjoyed to see someone stayed up late to cook just for you? No, overjoyed wasn’t it, he reflected as he fell into your arms, he was in love.

“I’m home,” he said, and as if it would make it real he repeated it, “I’m home.”

“It feels good to be back, huh? I knew a party would be annoying, but figured you’d need something to eat, so welcome home,” you told him.

As you separated, Junhui held you a bit closer than arms’ length, hands on your shoulders as he shook his head, chuckling to himself. “No, you’re home. It’s you I missed the most this whole time, (y/n). I love you.”

And the way your face slowly, beautifully drifted into a grin, your hands sliding back up to pull him in, Junhui sighed in relief and giggled with delirious, sleepless joy, knowing you’d found your home, too.

Hoshi

You and Soonyoung sat cuddled together on the couch, his arm around you as you chatted…or you had been, but that didn’t always last with you two. One of you- it was a toss-up on who, honestly- would inevitably say something that had you both laughing like fools, normal conversation and breathing alike almost completely abandoned.

Such was one of those times as you sat connected but folded as your sides were about to split in the kind of mirth that makes you feel worked out afterward. You often described it as the best feeling, so it was fitting to share it with Soonyoung, your frequently-cited other half. That was part of why you-

“I love you!”

It was as if he read your mind, the way the words fell so abruptly, spontaneously, wonderfully from his lips as you thought a near variant. You could tell by the sudden ‘o’ shape his lips took, followed immediately by the wide, adorable grin you loved so much, that Soonyoung hadn’t even known he was going to say it, it just slipped out in between laughs.

“Uh, well, that is, I mean-”

“I love you too, Soonyoung.”

“Ok, good, because I really actually love you a lot and-”

“I love you a lot too,” you cut off his stammering, hands cupping his cheeks and yanking him into a kiss that was also no laughing matter.

No flowers, no frills, but as you sat there making out with your favorite partner in crime on the couch, you knew you wouldn’t want your confession any other way.

Wonwoo

“Wow, this is beautiful! We’re really going out here?”

Out here, in this case, being the lake you rapidly approached, all but running down the dock to the little boat your boyfriend had rented. Trees surrounded the secluded spot, draping its reflections in green that reached endlessly for the sky.

“M-hm,” Wonwoo replied contentedly, expression bright as he followed behind you at a more normal pace.

"How romantic!" You gushed, taking in the sprawling water as Wonwoo extended a hand, gently taking yours in it as he lowered you onto the cushioned bench like a true gentleman.

"I know," Wonwoo agreed as he untied the boat, earning a chuckle from you, "I wanted a day with just us and nature."

Nature. Just like any life in earth, your relationship had taken time, nourishment, and care to grow. And being at Wonwoo's side was natural for you; his presence was calming, but not stifling. Joy, excitement, laughter all bubbled up, but not with the same tension, you reflected as you cut further across the blue expanse.

"What are you thinking about?" Wonwoo asks, a hand still guiding your vessel, palming the controls effortlessly. Not that you were staring or anything.

You lean on the side of the boat, watching the water ever so slightly part. "How you bring out the best in me."

"You?" Wonwoo breathed as you eased to a stop. "You bring out the best in me. Pull me out of my shell. Sometimes it feels easier to stay in the background, just take it all in. Sometimes I would wonder if I would ever truly catch the eye of someone who sees me. And when I'm with you, I feel interesting. I feel light. Happy, like everything around me is clear. When we're together, I'm whole, simple as that. I wanted to have this moment to tell you I love you, (y/n)." As he said 'this moment', his hand waved over the tree-lined horizon, emphasizing the pinkening sunset tinting the clouds like watercolor over the forest.

No rush had ever overcome your heart like that. You wanted to cut the tension with something silly, exclaim in surprise, but neither of you deserved that. This truly was a moment to enjoy, one of life's blessings to live in your heart whenever you needed gratitude, you thought as you peered into Wonwoo's eyes.

See? Totally balanced energy. Reaching over, you rested your hand over his.

"I couldn't agree more. I guess this is a pretty good moment to tell you I love you, too," you reply with a smile that only widens his.

Woozi

It was really such a surprise. Jihoon hadn't expected you to push your way into his heart, not when he'd thought those doors were still shut for a long time to come. And even just the way that he was, busy and not exactly of social personality, he hadn't exactly been planning on falling in love.

But that's the thing with love- one didn't exactly plan on it. You kept things up even when he thought he was being awkward, showed genuine interest in his passions, supported him, built onto it with small ideas that had him inspired even though they were just offhand comments to you. You could read him so well, even when he thought he needed to act. He didn't. You told him so. And being with someone so introverted, you learned well how to sacrifice big activities and nights out if you even wanted them that often.

"As long as I'm with you," you'd say with a smile, and that small, small phrase had looped its way around Jihoon's brain. Somehow, it said everything he wanted to say.

As long as I'm with you.

He didn't want to do it in the studio- you'd spent enough time there for him as it was. No need to do everything in his workplace, not when this was an us thing. So he went over to yours, the space that belonged to you and less frequently housed your time together for myriad reasons, though it felt right. He ordered your favorite for dinner, let you choose what you two would watch, correctly guessing it was going to be your favorite movie. Comfort movie, you always called it. Comfort person, he always called you.

You got the delivery, he threw the blankets down. You played the DVD, he laughed at every joking comment and impression you did even if you did them every time. Doing separate things, but you two were in total sync.

But finally, you spoke outside of the screen. "I-I really like spending time together here, too. I'm glad you were able to make it."

Your shy smile had Jihoon's heart doing loop-de-loops- maybe you were worried he'd think you were imposing? You were not.

"Of course," he replied, hand resting over yours as his eyes studied your beautiful features, features that had inspired more than a few lyrics, even if some got tossed in the end, "you do a lot for me, it's only right I do it for you. It's not always easy, but you're such a trooper. I love you, you know."

It shouldn’t be a big deal. You could feel it already, right? Seokmin tried his best every day for it to show, to create a world where you could bask in the feeling of it like the gift you were.

So why did it seem so hard to tell you he loves you?

Maybe because of his personality- you had to know it was in earnest, not just a joke, not him trying to be cute. His heart beating faster whenever he saw you, the strength you gave him to do anything because you believed in him, and he wished you guys could swap eyes to see how beautiful and precious you were to him.

Wait, so just…say all of that? Maybe too lengthy despite its verity. Maybe something he could practice? No, no script for this, just his heart held out to you. And maybe, just maybe, you’d see he means it if he’s serious, if you’re standing in your favorite place as he says it, somewhere he’d go every day if it made you smile.

And so he takes you there, practically just waving a hand at the potential time and expense if you bring it up. You're worth it, he tells you. All he wants is to have fun with you, you know. To share in something that makes you you.

Your face lights up as soon as you set foot in your favorite destination. “Seriously, I can’t thank you enough! Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

The look in your eyes as you swivel to face him unleashes something, a soaring in his chest that he can no longer ignore- he wonders how he could have for so long. Like a wave crashing on a sea-bound rock, the words burst forth.

“Because I love you.”

Seokmin just, just gets in a glimpse of the way your eyes widen, shine even brighter if that’s possible, before you’re launching into his arms, giggling “I love you, too”.

Mingyu

He wanted to tackle you. He wanted to scoop you up and fly you off to some private island and tell you it’s yours, he’d give you the world if he could. But that’s just how dramatic love made Kim Mingyu. As it was, not really an option. And he knew you- that’s not what you’d want, and this was one hundred percent beyond a shadow of a doubt all about you.

But that was it, the gloves were…well, on, actually, as Mjngyu made his way into the kitchen for something that would be much more your speed. Something that, funny as the mental image would be, would not earn him a smack on the chest or a complaint about time and money. Just the thought made him smile. Pretty much any thought of you made Mingyu smile, even on days he wanted to cry, days where being his kind self took work.

And that was how he knew.

“Alright, alright, let’s see!” You laughed as your boyfriend took you by the shoulders, practically jogging you down the hall in excitement that took over you like the happiest of viruses. “What is it? You’re acting like you won the lottery!”

“I did,” he murmured into your ear as you rounded the corner, taking in all that he had set up for you.

The table perfectly set, a gorgeous vase of flowers and two candles a respectable distance from them as centers. Plates, cups, a wine bottle, dishes all at the ready for the meal set just where you could see it- a favorite from your home, clearly handmade.

“Mingyu, you-”. Your voice failed you momentarily beneath your ballooning heart, “how did you know to make this?”

“Got the recipe from your family,” he replied, and you swooned even more with mirth at the pride you heard in his voice, envisioning it even before you turned around to take in the real thing. Just as you thought he was standing quite straight, shoulders out and handsome grin flashing in victory.

“All this for-”

“For you, yes,” he took your hand, gazing into your eyes in the blinding way that always made your knees a bit weak, “I hope it shows. I couldn’t think of a better way to tell you I love you. …And believe me, I thought about it a lot.”

And there he was, sweet and innocent and wonderful as ever despite the bravado that made you laugh, shaking your head in utter wonder as you fell into his arms, feeling them close around you and trace your back in a way that said I’m never letting you go.

“Mingyu, I love you, too. So much.”

The8

Love is something Minghao considers often. Platonic, familial love that keeps him moving forward when things get difficult. The special love he shares with his friends that can keep him smiling in a hard time, laughing at nothing on a fishing trip or bouncing on a stage with his dear bandmates no matter how hot the weather is. The love fans have, whether that's a real love or not- much contemplation went into that area, what was the feeling of possession versus what was love.

Romantic love? Sure, he thought about that, too, and the answer to any doubts on that subject was modeled by none other than his parents, the way they raised him and brought each other's spirits up with full hearts you could just see in their eyes.

And he saw it in his own when he was with you. It was a truth as evident as the nose on his face or the color of his walls, and it's within those walls that the words slip forth. During a simple moment at home, just seeing you standing in his kitchen cracking eggs into a pan in the morning and all feels right in Minghao's world. It was you he wanted this life with, this home, this synergy. And the thought of bringing up a little mini-you? He was surprised how fast his heart beat at the thought.

Shuffling in behind you, he wrapped his arms around your middle as you cooked, feeling your cheek rise in a smile against his head and smiling right back.

"Good morning," you said, "It's a new day."

And those words of yours were like divine intervention, just another piece of proof you two were operating on the same frequency. "Good morning. It is. I'm so thankful for this day, when I can tell you how much I love you."

Seungkwan

"The beach wasn't the surprise?" You burst out incredulously.

Seungkwan had already brought you to gorgeous shores, the sound of waves crashing washing away worry, faithlessness, restlessness from your heart. There you'd both strolled for who knew how long, chatting idly, trading seashells, laughing lots as always, not a cloud in your physical or metaphorical skies.

And then he tells you he has a surprise for you.

At your question, he shakes his head, smiling shyly. "No, but I wanted to have this day with you. To make you happy and have a beautiful place for it all.

"You're so sweet!" As is their habit, as if they have a mind of their own, your arms find their way around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

Seungkwan melts into your touch, leaning forward just so until your foreheads touch. He stays like that a moment, hands on you as well, as if soaking in your warmth to carry with him. Then his arms are sliding down, gently unlocking from the embrace, though his hand gives yours a squeeze on the way out.

And he starts singing. That voice of his- you could never get enough, your eyes fluttering in threats to shut in bliss at the sound of it, and yet you want to stare, to drink in the sight. The words are familiar as home even though it's been a while since you've heard them, and your face immediately goes alight.

"I know this song," you remark quietly with a smile, watching the corners of Seungkwan's lips rise happily as he continued pouring forth sweet words.

It's a love song, probably about ten years old, and boy does it bring back memories of a simpler time, of wild imaginings of love as only conjured by a blissfully ignorant, sweet innocent mind. Back then, love could be whatever you wanted it to be. And right now, that idea doesn't seem so far off. Not when you have someone as encouraging, as faithful, as comforting and completely in tune with you as Seungkwan at your side. The man standing before you truly believes you can be anything and will do anything to help you achieve it.

As the last notes resound across your heart like carven sheet music, you're almost frozen to the spot, bare feet starting to sink into the sand as you grin dreamily.

"You remember that song?"

"Remember it?" You light up further, hands clasped. "I love that song! I used to insist it would be my wedding song when I was fifteen!"

"I wanted to learn it for you," Seungkwan continues, rubbing the back of his neck shyly with one hand while the other grabs for yours, "to make a moment worthy of telling you I love you."

Seungkwan could have told you he loved you in a McDonald's parking lot and your answer would have been the same, but his heart, his eye for detail, his sheer showmanship and yet humility blew you away. Your heart beat faster just for him as you raised your joined hands to your lips, hoping he felt the flutter too.

"Well, today was perfect. And even if it wasn't, I would still love you just as much. Which is a lot."

You considered saying more, but all that escaped you was a yelp as Seungkwan's hands fell to your back, dropping you suddenly in a dip as he kissed you at the sea's edge.

Vernon

He was usually so low-key.

Such thoughts are all you have as Vernon spoils you with a rooftop dinner, visions of the city surrounding your solitary peak on all sides. Neither of you dressed up often, but there you were, up to the nines at this gorgeous place you didn't even know you earned. Not that that was a good way to think. Knowing him as well as you did, you could hear Vernon brushing off thoughts like that. Sure you did, he'd say, you worked hard and he always wanted to care for you if he could. He was such a sweetheart. You wanted to carry his burdens, too, felt lighter and calmer around him. You loved him, but would that be too intense?

Either way, you didn't let such musings color your date stiff. Vernon talked about a movie he had just watched with Jeonghan and Seungkwan, giving his critiques but ultimately praising the romantic plot, how the love was so pure.

"The main male lead? He'd do anything for his love interest. He's willing to give up so much for her, and when she's ready to do the same? It's corny, but there's something so human about it. You know?"

"I do," you nod, leaning your hand on your chin, forgetting anything about elbows on the table as you gaze fondly at the object of your affection. You loved how he talked when he gave his little movie reviews, the passion in his eyes, the flowers in his words.

"It made me realize I'd do the same for you," Vernon continued, dark eyes softening into yours, melting your entire chest cavity to joyous mush.

Unable to help it any longer, you lean forward, connecting your lips with his, which move just as eagerly. The kiss is fast, but sweet, gentle brushes speaking just as much as Vernon’s sentiments.

“I would do it for you, too,” you breathe as the two of you separate, grinning like adorable fools beneath twinkling white lights.

“I came up here tonight because I wanted to tell you something,” Vernon adds, eyes never leaving yours, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Dino

Googling romantic date ideas had hit a jackpot, Chan thought as he whipped his arms, spreading the softest blanket he could find down.

“Tell me when I can look!” You called from some distance away as he laid the basket gently, almost tenderly down, feeling tense and turning twice just to make sure it didn’t drop or tip. Everything had to be perfect.

“In a minute,” he called back, grinning widely with joy, anticipation, even a hint of pride, “I’m almost finished, ok?”

“Ok!”

Chan’s heart swelled. You sounded so excited, too, joyful in voice and mannerism as you waited on the grass, back turned to him as he propped up the finishing touches.

“Alright, come here!” All but jogging over to you, Chan slung a hand over your shoulder. “Turn around, gorgeous.”

“Chan!” You giggled his name, reaching up to his his shoulder. He didn’t always talk like that, but praise and endearment were all his brain could come up with. You made him giddy, and for once there was no one around to tease him if he looked like a fool. And love was certainly making a happy fool of him.

When you turned around with him, your jaw dropped, widening to a slack smile at the sight Chan laid out for you. Upon the soft blanket he'd placed not just a picnic basket, but a chilled bottle of champagne, twin glasses, a pair of cute little bright solar lanterns, and a freshly wrapped bouquet of flowers.

"You did all this for me?"

"And no one else," he replied, arm still around you, guiding you as you both lowered into seated positions on the blanket.

"I feel so spoiled," you gushed as he handed you the flowers, smiling at the way you cradled them with gusto.

"You should," Chan grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I love you."

Flowers, glittering lanterns, and even food and wine forgotten for the moment, you knocked him on the blanket for a passionate kiss that spoke it all back.

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soaps-mohawk · 3 days

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Literally don’t worry about that anons impatience. You taking your time is like edging. It makes it 10x better when the chapter comes out 😁👍

Lmaoo omg I almost spat water on my computer reading this 😂 I needed that laugh, thank you love 💚

#answered #queue 0 6

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salternateunreality2 · 3 months

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The Untamed aka Zackiroth brain rot updates for episodes 12 and 13 because HECK I am eating well today.

Spoilers below:

Heidegger: bring him out

Sephiroth: *injured, on the sad side of genocide, hostage, still standing tall, suffering*

Zack: SEPH! 😁 Genesis, look, it's Seph! My Seph! Hi Sephiroth! Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey Sephiroth! How's it going? You good? Hi! Hi Sephiroth! *Waves* Hi! 🐶🐶🐶❤️😁❤️

Sephiroth: 😐 *trying not to let Zack get in trouble, secretly really wants a hug*

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Heidegger: Sephiroth, recite the rules of Shinra!

Sephiroth: No.

Heidegger: Random Guy, recite the rules of Shinra!

Random Guy: I cannot.

Heidegger: SOMEONE HAD BETTER ANSWER. Zack, recite the rules of Shinra!

Zack: Ok! I studied, so I should be good *starts doing squats, winking at Sephiroth, posturing, stretching*

Heidegger: NOW!

Zack: alright, alright, keep your shorts on...*ahem* Be on time. Do not be late. Have good posture. Always be sober. Do not laugh at your elders. D-

Heidegger: *apoplectic* HOW DARE YOU RECITE THE RULES OF THE CRESCENT CLAN?!?!!!??!

Zack: oops, lol, I'm a dumb dumb 😂

Heidegger: TO THE POOP DECK, ALL THREE OF YOU!!!

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At the poop deck, Zack gets in trouble and there is a glorious series of Sephiroth and Zack standing up for each other. Heidegger almost hits Zack, Sephiroth's wounded leg gets it instead, while he's on the ground, Zack draws Heidegger's hits, Sephiroth tries to stop Zack from being thrown in the dungeon, Heidegger almost throws Sephiroth in the dungeon, Zack saves his butt, just lots of self-sacrifice for bae on both ends ❤️

If you need me I'll be crying and petting their heads.

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IN THE DUNGEON THERE IS A PUPPER AND I THOUGHT ZACK WOULD BEFRIEND IT AND I WAS WRONG AND NOW AM VERY SAD 😭😭😭

Instead, pupper did a CHOMP on Zack.

Bb Cloud sneaks in to stop the pupper and give Zack meds.

Zack: wazzup?

Cloud: the Crescents were half-killed

Zack: *skips right over the entire clan* IS SEPHIROTH INJURED?!

Cloud: yeah

Zack: *saves the meds Cloud brought instead of using them on his FeStErInG dOg BiTe*

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Later, they all go on a walk and Zack spends the whole time Bothering Sephiroth, asking if he wants a piggyback, getting Red Lady to stop the march, and fetching water for his boo.

10/10 good pupper.

Genesis the whole time: brother, we are in a HOSTAGE SITUATION, keep it in your pants!

Zack:

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During their walk, they go spelunking! ...it doesn't go great.

I mean, it goes great for me, I get lots of SephZack saving each other from giant dick heads (literal and figurative; if you know, you know #murdertortoise)

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Heidegger: *starts a fight*

Zack: Anyone who's a giant dickhead and starts fights because he's got a big scary clan backing him will be executed and beheaded and spat on!

Heidegger: HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT SHIT?!

Zack: ...that's literally in your clan's handbook. Line 213. The handbook you forced everyone to memorize and made my lil buddy pass out over (btw that happened). It ALSO says don't insult your ancestors like a dick, and you just did. The punishment, as outlined on line 376, is ALSO DEATH because wtf man y'all are metal.

Heidegger's cronies: ohhhh snap, oh no he didn't!

Heidegger: 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

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Zack puts the sexy in sexy wound care by, I shit you not, threatening to undress Sephiroth, then undressing himself until Sephiroth COUGHS UP BLOOD OUT OF SHEER GAY PANIC, which Zack is happy about because apparently it's a vital step in the healing process. 😂😂😂😂😂

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Zack: hah, I'm glad I got branded by the crazy woman (btw that happened) instead of her getting that cute chick, because that would SUCK for the chick. She was totally into me, and will remember me forever after this *smug dumb bi noises*.

Sephiroth: 😳🫠*sad gay rejection noises* 😡 *angry noises* You shouldn't flirt if you don't mean it.

Zack: awww, are you jealous?

Sephiroth: 🫠*gay panic noises*

Zack: you have a crush on her, don't you! 😂 *idiot bi noises of denial*

Sephiroth: 👁️👄👁️ *stares into Zack's soul with the gayest longing ever* 🫠 no.

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Zack-approved medical care:

* not treating your dog bites because bae might need treatment later

* JUST GOING SWIMMING with open wounds

* forcing bae into gay panic so severe that he coughs up "stale blood"

* wrapping the shortest sticks ever DIRECTLY ONTO OPEN WOUNDS presumably to stabilize the bone that was broken? Months? Ago?

* shrugging

* patting open wounds with dirty, unwashed hands

* leaving bae in wet clothes but it's ok because you dried your coat and put it over his wet clothes.

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Also Zack makes Sephiroth cry, which is probably good for him, and likely the first and only time Sephiroth has opened up this much to anyone in his adult life I AM DECEASED IN A PUDDLE OF MY OWN TEARS 😭😭😭

#Heidegger is one of the sons of the Big Bad who runs the indoctrination #ff7 #sephiroth #cloud strife #zack fair #wei wuxian #mdzs #lan wangji #wangxian #zackiroth #sephzack

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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Look At Me - The Rafe Cameron Edition

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: Rafe Cameron can’t help but go crazy when he sees you on your knees about to give him the best head of his life. And don’t forget how much he likes it when he’s bending you over and fucking you from behind, leaving you an absolute mess.

A/N: Based on the song Look At Me by Why Don’t We! This is a second part (the first part was for JJ - which you can read here if you’d like!).

Warnings: Smut, choking kink, daddy kink, rough sex etc etc. the usual. More holy water needed for us all 😂

The way you look at me when you're on your knees

Girl, let me see those eyes

God, he would never get tired of this view. The way you sat so pretty on your knees on the floor as you waited for him to let you suck his cock.

“Good girl, open your mouth for daddy,” he said, his voice dripping in arousal and just the sound of his voice made you soaking wet. You clenched your thighs together subtly, hoping he didn’t notice.

But of course he did. He always noticed those little things about you.

“Can’t wait to get my tongue in that pretty little pussy later baby, but for now I want you to suck my cock,” he almost purred, “Can you do that for daddy?”

You nodded, moving closer to him before he pulled himself back sharply from you.

“Words baby,” he murmured, moving back closer a bit and running his hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face. He kept his hand there and you knew exactly what it meant was going to happen later.

“I can do that,” you started to say before he gripped your hair and pulled it to get you to mutter out that last word, “Daddy.” You poked your tongue out, tell him you were ready to make him feel good.

“Good girl,” he mewed as you took him into your mouth. You started by taking it in inch by inch, having to use your hands on the rest you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

He asked for your hand, taking it in his and turning it so the palm was facing him. He spat on your hand to give you some lubrication to use on him and you greedily decided to lap it all up, knowing it would get him angry.

“Sorry daddy,” you said, looking up at him through his eyelashes as you said, “Again please.”

He grabbed your hand more roughly and spat into it, this time guiding it to his cock so you couldn’t and wouldn’t even dare to disobey. He moaned at the feeling, your hand tiny compared to his cock, which was so hard and leaking pre-come already. Your small hands - another thing he loved about you, he thought, as he watched you take him in your mouth and use your fingers on the rest.

“Feel good princess?” he asked as you moaned all over his cock, running your tongue up and down it. You traced the veins that were protruding, tracing every single one. He was so hard but that made it even better for you.

He tried to stifle a few moans, instead tugging on your hair in a bid to keep control. The pull of your hair made you take an extra inch of him in your mouth, gagging at the sensation. God he loved hearing that sound.

“That’s it baby, take it,” he said, starting to thrust now and you knew he was close. You moved your hands away and gripped at his thighs, giving you more leverage as he thrusted into your mouth.

Your eyes were watering at the sheer size of him as you took as much of him in your mouth as he could. He had both hands on your head now, his fingers tangled in your hair and helping you take him even deeper.

He was so close, you could feel it. You risked moving your hand off his thigh and down between your legs, skimming your fingers over your underwear and feeling how wet he’d made you. He hadn’t even touched you yet.

The sensation of your fingers on your core made you moan and the vibrations rippled through him too, adding to the pleasure. He was so close now, you could feel him twitching as he rammed himself into your throat.

You kept the speed up on yourself too and soon he was shooting hot spurts of liquid down your throat. His thrusting slowed and he kept his hand on your hair pulling you into him as much as he could.

“Fuck yes darling,” he groaned out, “Feels so good when my come is filling that gorgeous mouth up.”

“Are you swallowing for me?” he asked and you nodded. You were allowed to this time as you mouth was too full of him to even attempt to speak.

“Good girl,” he said, slowly releasing his grip of your hair and stroking your head lightly. You pulled your mouth off of him, before sticking your tongue out and cleaning anything that was left on his cock. You swirled your tongue over the tip a few times, just like he liked.

“Taste so good daddy,” you said, looking up at him.

Your lips are kissin' on my neck down to my chest

I grab your shoulders, flip you over, you know where I'm going. Hold onto my hair, girl, go ahead

I'm gonna make you feel so damn crazy

“Rafe,” you half said, half begged. He looked down at you, you were lying on the bed - his bed - with your hands tied above your head.

You were stripped completely naked, laying there so vulnerably whilst he was still fully clothed. You wanted to reach out and touch him but the restraints he’d put on you wouldn’t allow you. Not that he would allow you anyway. He loved doing that with you, keeping you like this and so vulnerable until you couldn’t wait anymore.

“You look so good like that darling, all wet and ready for me,” he basically moaned, your legs trying to close together to deal with the sudden desperate sensation to have him fuck you. He smiled wickedly at you, biting his lip as he looked down at you, soaking wet and so ready for him. He wanted this as bad too and you knew it wouldn’t be long until he gave you what he wanted.

His eyes scanned over your body as he unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop just above his knees. He tugged his boxers down and his hard cock sprung out for you straight away, making you nearly scream in excitement. It was all the overstimulation he had given you today, teasing you no end until you were literally about to come undone for him - but he stopped before you did release. It was worth the wait, he kept telling you.

You could tell it had been a long day for him too. His cock was so hard, the tip swollen and red like he desperately needed to come too. And soon.

“Please daddy,” you begged, “I need it.”

He smiled at you, granting you a little bit of what you wanted. He took himself in his hand and ran the tip up and down your soaking wet folds. You bucked your hips up at the feeling, making him slip a little inside you, more than he had wanted to right now.

He instantly pulled back and away from you, glaring as your eyes met his. He shook his head before leaning back in to grab your throat with his hand and squeeze it.

“What did I say?” he said, his voice angry. He squeezed your neck a bit more, you noting how it felt to have his hand around your neck. You could feel the coldness of his rings and the way they felt against your skin was so good. It was almost like a burning sensation.

“Sorry daddy,” you said softly, watching him release his hand on your throat a little.

“You might be sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse, “But I’m still going to punish you.” You nodded, noting how he released his grip around your neck and stroked his thumb across the skin, in what appeared to be quite a loving gesture. He did have it in him sometimes.

However, as soon as you didn’t speak or respond to him, he quickly grabbed your throat again, making you moan out. “Use your words baby,” he told you.

“Punish me daddy,” you replied, and you swore you saw his cock twitch at your words.

He finally did what you asked and released your neck, but not before he pulled you to a standing position and turned your around so you were now stood facing the bed. He pushed you down onto the bed, bending you over and making you nearly scream in the process.

“Fuck me, please,” you begged, as you felt him run the tip up and down your slit. He pushed you over and onto the bed as he used one hand to support your hip and another hand to push you down further on the bed.

“Anything for you princess,” he said, finally sliding inside you. He sometimes waited for you to get used to his size, but he wasn’t playing that game today and he slammed straight into you. Your eyes pricked with tears as he filled you up completely. It was all too much.

He kept going, keeping that strong and steady pace as he thrusted in and out of you. Eventually, he moved the other hand to your hip so he could hold onto you tightly as he kept that rhythm. You were so overwhelmed.

Rafe could feel your walls tightening around him, his cock twitching and pulsing itself at the sensation. Moans spilled from your lips whilst he matched the sound with grunts too. He was enjoying this far too much, seeing you bent over the edge of the bed, legs spread, soaking wet for him and with your hands tied above you.

“Can I come daddy please?” you asked, feeling that familiar sensation build up inside you.

He couldn’t wait either, which was clearly very obvious with the answer he gave you.

“Yes come pretty girl, wanna see you squirt all over my cock,” he said, the thrusting never stopping.

The minute he said that, it was like a switch flicked inside you and soon you were coming for him. It felt too good and the feeling of him shooting his seed inside you made you reach an even bigger high.

Screaming in absolute ecstasy, you came and squirted for him. He loved seeing you squirt. It turned him on so much and the feeling of your wetness surrounding him - no he would never get had to that.

After a few moments, he pulled himself out of you and looked down at you, a complete mess on his bed.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he rubbed the tip up and down your slit and pushed anything that had managed to escape out of you back inside you.

You laid there, completely spent before you felt him climb onto the bed on top of you, his weight shifting.

“Round 2?” he whispered in your ear.

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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I have a request! I hope u like it and find it worthy of writing...😅

With 63, 54 and 30

loki and y/n who are bestfriends friends....and with loki flirting with all the women except her...it hurts her and she goes to her room to cry about her situation while reading the confession letter she had written to loki...years ago...in her absent-minded state she leaves the letter on the bed and goes to have a bath to freshen up...and when she's done she walks in with loki reading her letter...confessions happen and smut ensues 💗😏

Ps it's my first time requesting anything to any writer...so I don't know how helpful this all was for u 😭

Ooo I’ve taken your writer request virginity 😂😂 hope you enjoy it!

#63: “you’re so adorable. Aww, don’t hide your face/don’t cover up.”

#54: “you’re mine, understand? Mine!”

#30: “you’re so cute when you’re nervous.”

You told yourself that you’d be fine, that the feelings you had for Loki wouldn’t ruin your friendship, that you wouldn’t get upset but you couldn’t help the way it stung watching him flirting with practically every woman tonight. You kept ordering cocktails hoping that the sweet concoction would numb the pain of Loki noticing every woman but you however if anything, the alcohol only made it worse. You almost spat your drink out when you watched him dancing with a woman, a woman who looked absolutely stunning, a woman who wasn’t you. When your eyes met, he offered you a smile before excusing himself from her and making his way towards you. You tried to keep your breathing even as he stepped towards you in his crisp tuxedo.

“Hey, you promised me a dance.” He smiled as he sat on the barstool next to yours.

“Mm.” You hummed, looking down at your glass.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, tilting your head towards him. “Why’s my darling sad?” He asked with a frown.

“I’m not.” You lied “just tired.” You dismissed, standing up. You couldn’t take this anymore, it was unbearable. He used such terms so lightly never knowing the affect it had on you. His darling, as if.

“Coming back to dance?” A woman interrupted, touching Lokis chest.

“Night Loki.” You spoke, turning to leave.

“Y/n wait.” He called after you but you didn’t hear it, you just kept walking, your pace quickening as tears began brimming in the corners of your eyes. Why was life so unfair?

When you made it to your room, you collapsed against the bed in a fit of tears. Why couldn’t you end up with the prince, why couldn’t you have a happy ending? Why couldn’t Loki feel for you the way you felt for him? You sniffled, reaching under your mattress for the letter you wrote Loki a while back confessing your feelings. You were about to go on a dangerous mission and didn’t want to risk potentially dying or ending up in the hospital without telling him how you felt. Thankfully you came back home fine but it meant you had to quickly retrieve the letter and hide it, unable to find it in yourself to destroy it. You read over the words, your passion no less than they were the day you wrote them. It made you cry harder.

As your tears began to subside, you vowed to yourself that you’d simply try and get over him. You’d dismiss all your feelings for him that were beyond platonic. You weren’t going to admit your feelings and clearly he didn’t like you so there was no point wallowing. Sobered up slightly, you decided you’d have a bath before going to bed and forgetting this whole night. Standing up, you made your way towards your en-suite.

“Y/n, y/n?” Loki called, knocking your door but there was no answer. “Are you alright? I’ve brought you a bottle of water and some leftovers I found in the fridge incase you’re hungry.” He spoke but there was still no answer. He grew slightly worried considering your haste earlier on. Better safe than sorry he thought before he turned the doorknob and opened the door revealing nothing but your empty bed. Where were you? He thought as he stepped further into the room before something caught his attention. His gaze focused on the letter on the bed and the large—

To Loki

Written at the top. He placed the things in his hand down before picking up the letter and beginning to read.

“Norns.” He gasped quietly as he read the words.

I love

“LOKI!” You gasped in shock, opening the bathroom door as your eyes landed on Loki who was standing next to your bed. “You gave me a frig—” you began before your eyes drifted to the letter in his hands. “I can explain!”

“Y/n.” He spoke soothingly as you panicked, your lip beginning to tremble. How could you have been so stupid? Once again, tears were falling down your cheeks as the world around you came crumbling down. Before you could even register what was happening, Loki was taking long strides towards you before he placed his hands on your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” You choked out, not too sure what to say.

“Calm down okay.” He tried to soothe, kissing the top of your head but you couldn’t be consoled. He felt your tears dampening his hands. Despite the situation, he couldn’t help his smile. For so long he had liked you but never in a million years thought that you ever liked him back. Reading that letter was the best thing that could have possibly happened to him. You loved him. You actually loved him back. “Y/n stop!” He spoke, raising his voice slightly to get you out of your trance. Eyes widening, you really took in your situation. You were standing in just a towel whilst Loki had his hands on your cheeks. Wait, did he just kiss your head? He wasn’t angry?

“Loki I—” you began.

“I love you too.” He finally confessed causing you to gulp.

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“I love you too, always have darling.” He grinned before brushing his lips against yours leaving you smiling sheepishly as he broke the kiss to wipe your tears. “You’re so adorable.” He teased causing you to try and turn your head away. “Aww, don’t hide your face.”

“Stoppp.” You giggled slightly, wiping your tears yourself.

“I have one question.” He paused, his expression stern. “Do I actually make you nervous?” He asked, having read your confessions in the letter.

“Sometimes.” You answered honestly with a small chuckle.

“Like when?” He delved, amused.

“Like in the training room.” You smiled “When you get that competitive look. It makes me both nervous and turned on.” You giggled.

“So that’s why you always try and avoid my eyes when we’re sparring.” He figured. You hummed in response. “Aww, you’re so cute when you’re nervous.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss you again.

“Cute and adorable, not the look I was going for.” You joked, breaking the kiss.

“And what would you prefer?” He smirked, eyes darkening. “Alluring, sexy?”

“That works.”

“Mm, I bet it does.” He continued to smirk as his finger found where your towel was tied. “I’m sure you’re even sexier underneath this.”

“So much sexier.” You snickered, wrapping your arms around him as you pulled him into another kiss, your body flush against his as your towel pooled on the floor. Lokis hands roamed over your nude body as you kissed feverishly. “Too many clothes.” You whined before Loki rid himself from his constraints with a click of his fingers, body against yours within moments. You gasped as you felt his erection against you. You were quick to push him back, falling above him when he went crashing against your bed. You settled above him, grinding your hips against his as he helped guide your movements. Raising your hips, you prompted Loki to enter you. He raised his hips slightly, guiding his cock towards your entrance before you lowered yourself back down. Loki began thrusting his hips upwards, you moaning above him as you bounced. You steadied yourself with your hands on his chest before your climax overcame you leaving you collapsing against him.

Once you were both sated, you rested your head on Lokis chest whilst he drew circles with his finger on your arm.

“I was about to give up on you Loki, on us.” You admitted.

“And seek comfort elsewhere?” He teased.

“Yeah.” You chuckled.

“Well none of that now, you’re mine, understand. Mine.”

#loki x reader #loki drabble #loki laufeyson smut #loki fanfic #loki x y/n

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