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milkpup · 3 months

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｡⋆ʚ♡ like father, like son

›› chapter 5 ›› nsfw 18+ ongoing multi-chapter fic!

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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent

‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, AGED UP CHARACTERS, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity

‹𝟹 notes: hi, sorry this took so long to update! i've had a lot going on lately, but i finally felt good enough to finish this chap! i tried to go for soft megumi but then eventually i couldn't help myself. sowwy x_x (im not sorry :3!) don't try so hard to imagine the positions, just go with it PLSSSS T_T LOL. for tumblr: i'm gonna start adding a section for tags. if y'all wanna be tagged in future updates on this fic or any of my stuff lmk!

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Chapter 5: Pink Carnations

“It’s already almost 5 in the afternoon… and there’s a storm forecasted? Why are they not home yet?” Megumi questioned as he anxiously paced back and forth in the living room. He was worried, not really about the guy who he’s supposed to call ‘father’, but about you. He would never admit it, but he counts the hours, minutes, seconds, moments even when you’re not together. He misses you but feels like he’s not allowed to miss your presence.

Yet… he does. He always does. And that’s why when he sees you come bursting through the front door, clothes soaked but laughing, he’s confused. He knows you hate getting your clothes wet, much less completely soaked through. So why are you in such a good mood? He doesn’t mind, and loves hearing your sweet laugh, but he’s confused, nonetheless. That is, until he sees Toji’s massive frame follow right behind you.

Megumi’s cheeks flare with jealousy, his face flush a crimson red. He stares right at you, loudly asking where you’ve been. He isn’t trying to be mean, but he is mad. “What took you so long in a storm like this? You know it’s dangerous to drive with streets flooded so badly like this.” He finishes, looking straight at Toji, staring daggers into him for even thinking of putting you in a dangerous situation.

“I’m a good driver. You don’t need to worry. And we took a while because we were busy.” Toji smirks slightly at the end of his sentence, moving across the foyer and setting his keys on the table.

You don’t want to feel the uncomfortable sensation of soaked clothes for any longer, so you silently slip out of the room and make your way towards the bathroom.

Toji being Toji, he’s watching every part of you until your silhouette disappears into the dimly lit hallway. He’s watching you like a predator stalks his prey. Megumi’s brows furrow as he feels anger and jealousy boiling beneath his skin. He starts walking up to his father, confronting him, “Why are you looking at her like that, and why are you spending so much time with her in general, you old bastard?” Megumi is practically in Toji’s face, eyes fierce and cheeks flared with anger.

Toji only smirks as he’s leaned against the wall, looking down at Megumi. “I mean, why wouldn’t I? She’s fucking hot, and so obedient. I would be a fool to not want her for myself.” His response almost sends Megumi into a blind rage. Megumi understands Toji most likely takes what he wants from you, sometimes aggressively, and he wants to protect you from that.

“You’re disgusting.” Megumi retorts, words laced with venom. “You make me sick.”

“You can’t deny it though. I’m right. And you know I’m right.” Toji responds before pushing off the wall and away from Megumi towards his own bathroom. Megumi rolls his eyes as Toji walks away, but somewhere deep down inside him- that he’s blind to and wouldn’t even admit to- agrees with Toji. And that’s what pisses him off the most. He feels as if he’s been thrown into a competition to “win” you, one that he is already losing at. Megumi is disgusted with himself at the idea of you being described in terms of a prize, but he also can’t resolve the fact that he wants you. It’s wrong and unfair how someone like Toji could get to you first; Toji doesn’t know you like I do. He doesn’t value you like I do. And thus, Megumi resolves to make you happy in a way no one else can.

A few days pass, and nothing really happens between anyone except sneaking glances and private thoughts.

Eventually, Megumi can’t take it anymore. He chooses a night where Toji is out working overnight “hustling’ or whatever the fuck he called it. He ordered your favorite food and went to pick it up, hoping you’d spend some time with him. Even a little bit. On the way home, he picked up a small bouquet of pink carnations- flowers that mean missing someone.

You get back home from your afternoon class shortly before Megumi pulls up in the driveway. You are just barely sitting on the couch before Megumi opens the door and enters, the sight of flowers and bags of food warming your heart. He makes his way towards the table, setting down the food, flowers still in hand, as you hastily get up and hug him.

“It smells amazing, Megs.” You say, holding him tightly. He thinks you’re talking about the food, but you’re most certainly talking about the intoxicating scent of him and his cologne. He smelled like what rainwater personified would smell like, comforting and refreshing.

“It’s gonna get cold, ___. And these are for you.” He finishes as he sheepishly hands you the flowers. You sit at the table, placing the flowers aside as Megumi looks for plates and silverware for you both.

“Thank you, Gumi.” You gently say as you’re taking containers out of bags and unpacking them. “It smells so good!! I can’t believe you remembered what kind of pasta I like.”

Megumi returns to the table, placing silverware and plates down. “You’re welcome. Of course I’d remember. How could I forget?” He’s sure he could see a faint blush creep on your cheeks, but you’re ultimately distracted by your craving for noodles. He chuckles at how you’re practically inhaling the food.

You both talk for a while about how classes have been, what stuff you’ve been watching, just mundane stuff that still shows how deeply interested he is. You know he remembers every detail, no matter how boring it may seem. He never forgets.

After finishing the wonderful food and cleaning up together, you’re both relaxing on the couch looking for something to watch together. Usually, you gravitate toward thriller or horror movies, but Megumi picks out some almost cringey – but still cute – romance anime about two people who meet at a convention for a game and fall for each other. It’s not your first choice, but it’s still cute.

Your legs are resting on Megumi’s lap, not moving as you both watch. Megumi is slow, almost cautious when he places a hand on your leg, just rubbing you. He wants to make sure any touch in general is fine as he takes his time, slowly moving up your legs and eventually reaching your thighs. You’re acutely aware of his agonizingly slow touch, but the wait almost makes it better. He’s not even watching whatever he put on, and you’re too caught in the sensations of his soft hands rubbing your inner thighs to even begin to pay attention to the show.

Megumi’s hands continue its ascent up your inner thighs, going painfully slow. He’s looking for any and all reactions he can get out of you, and the way your breath hitches as he gets closer – it drives him insane. The way you try to hide your blush across your cheeks with your arms, trying to look at anything else to save you some embarrassment…. He loves it.

His hand moves to the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them to show he wants to take them off. He hooks his fingers around the waistband and gently pulls them completely off before tossing them to the floor. Megumi’s eyes instantly lock on to your panties. “Fuck, ___... do you always get that wet?” He’s teasing you but also shocked, the underwear was soaked from just a little teasing. You must have really wanted him.

His fingers play with you, rubbing the outside of your underwear as he draws sweet moans from your mouth. He absolutely loves the taking his time, hearing every soft moan you squeak out every time he moves his finger. He pulls your panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off as his long, slender finger slips past your folds. Just as quickly as it appeared, he pulled his finger back to his mouth, tasting a bit of your slick. “You taste so good, baby. Oh my god.” He purrs as he brings another finger back to your cunt, this time pushing into you.

“Fuck, Gumi…”

He fucks you with a single finger as he expertly rearranges you on the couch, one leg hanging off with him in between. He slips another finger inside your tight hole as he brings his mouth to your cunt, flicking his tongue around your clit. The whimpers and pants you make only serve to make Megumi feel like a man starved. Eventually he slips his fingers out, much to your annoyance, and replaces it with his tongue. He’s eating you like a man having his last meal. He wastes no time in tasting every part he can reaching, fucking your cunt with his tongue. His hand creeps back up to your clit, thumb gently circling it as he continues eating you out.

He comes back up for air and inserts his fingers again, fucking you in a rhythm matching his thumb on your clit. You can feel yourself approaching that edge, the knot in your stomach tightening as Megumi stretches your cunt with just his fingers. He adds another finger, stuffing you full of his fingers as his thumb continues its assault on your clit. “You’re such a good girl for me, huh? Did you miss me, baby?”

Your eyes widen as he praises you, feeling yourself reach your limit and cum over his fingers. You make quite the mess over his arms and the couch. “I guess that’s a yes, isn’t it princess?”

He pulls his fingers out of you and reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down. There’s a noticeable small wet spot on his boxers, he was definitely hard and leaking at just teasing you. As much as he loves your mouth, he absolutely wants your already fucked out hole.

He picks you up and turns you over so you’re on your knees, hands on the back of the couch. Megumi aligns himself behind you, gently pushing his throbbing cock into your soaked hole. Your panties are still pushed to the side, creating a lewd sight Megumi hadn’t even anticipated as he watched your cunt swallow his cock.

Your upper body was pushed against the side of the couch, with your knees spread apart and ass in the air. Megumi bottomed out his cock inside your tight hole, pushing against you fully. “You’re such a good girl. Holy fuck.” Megumi wasted no time in picking up speed, developing a comfortable pace. You moan in tandem with his thrusts, turning him on even more. He wants to be gentle with you, but you were taking his dick like a bitch in heat, and he couldn’t be more thrilled about it.

He spanks your ass as he slams his thick cock into you, and you tighten around him in response. He doesn’t realize it now, but soon will understand how masochistic you really are. He slaps your ass, creating red marks all over it to mark his presence. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You like being fucked like a whore?” He asks as he thrusts into you, hitting your g-spot. “Answer me, princess. Are you a disgusting whore?”

He gives you almost no time to respond as his hand snakes up your back, reaching your head and grabbing fistfuls of hair to pull you back with. “Yes sir, I am” You barely manage to squeak out as you feel yourself being fucked silly, close to cumming again.

“You’re what? Answer me clearly, darling.” He coos as he tugs at your hair, pulling you back against him.

“I’m a dirty whore-ah” You yelp out as he pulls on your hair. You can feel the warmth of his body on your back, as you feel another hand make its way around your neck.

“Good girl.” Megumi purrs out. He is picking up the pace now, as his grip around your neck gently tightens. He’s thrusting into you with ferocity he didn’t know existed, abusing your tight cunt.

You feel yourself getting dizzy while Megumi keeps drilling into your cunt. He releases his grip on your throat, allowing you to gasp for air as he pushes you down against the couch. His hands grip you at your waist, giving him a better holding on you to fuck you harder. He groans as he feels himself getting close.

His cock slams into your g-spot again, as he nears his edge. “I’m close, baby. Be a good girl and come with me, yeah?” You can feel his cock starting to twitch inside your cunt as he continues his relentless assault on your sensitive spot, feeling that knot snap in your belly as you tighten around his cock. The moment you cum, it sends Megumi over the edge, and you feel his warm cum filling your womb. He slips his cock out as he pulls your panties back over your cunt. “Keep this on for a while, sweetheart.” He says as you start to roll over. He leans down and kisses your forehead, while caressing your cheek.

“That was amazing, ____. You were amazing.” He praises as he sits on the couch, pulling you into an embrace as you sit on his lap. Your head rests in the crook of his neck and you can smell that familiar, fresh scent. It smells like home.

“Thank you, Gumi.”

‹𝟹 notes: i don't think there are going to be many more chaps for this fic soon. maybe 2 more at most idk. i dont rly know what i wanna do going forward, so i gotta keep it cookin in my brain for a lil more i guess lol. if y'all have suggestions i am ALWAYYYYYYS open for them! getting comments on my fic literally gives me so much serotonin u dont even understand lol

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adorethedistance · 5 months

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First I Love You - Jamie Drysdale x Reader

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Warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety, sexual references.

Words: 1677

Summary: First I Love You - After a day that gets increasingly worse, Jamie plans a date night to indirectly celebrate your two-month anniversary.

A/n: Cherry is back with a fic after a month of radio silence in typical aodre the distance fashion lol. Anyway! This has been in my drafts forever and I hate it, I can't proof it due to writer's block, and I'm honestly just done staring at it so here ya go!

You can read part 1 of the series of firsts here. The next and final first on the list is first time which is of course gonna be a lil smutty. I might write some Trevor pieces in the interim just depending how I'm feeling.

Today is just one of those days. My class ran much longer than usual and I had to stay after to ask my professor questions before the midterm that night, then I didn’t have time to make myself lunch so I grabbed the pizza rolls from my freezer to heat up at work, then I burned the pizza rolls beyond consumption and did not have any back up food, then I was starving and stressed and unable to use my time at work to study for the exam. I was crying in a puddle of stress and tears. And Jamie didn’t miss a beat.

Upon hearing how horrible my morning and afternoon had been, he ordered my usual meal from In-N-Out and brought it to me at work so I wouldn’t starve. Then, he offered to make me dinner after I finished my midterm and I tearfully and appreciatively accepted. These little actions of consideration are what have made me fall deeper and deeper in love with Jamie.

We reached our two months anniversary today but I didn’t make a big deal about it. I feel weird about potentially being one of those couples that celebrates every tiny little milestone like it’s the biggest thing in the world. Still neither of us have said “I love you” yet. But if Jamie continues caring for and about me like this, I’m not sure much longer I can hold it in. That’s why I decided I would tell him tonight.

After cooking dinner for the two of us, and pouring a congratulatory glass of wine to celebrate the 95 I got on my midterm, we laid down on the couch together. Happy and fed, I rest my head on the expanse of his broad chest. Jamie presses a kiss into my hair, bringing his left arm to drape over my shoulders.

“God, 2 months already?!” Trevor asks Jamie incredulously, making me roll my eyes at the playful jab.

“Don’t sound so surprised, Zegras.”

“You’re just mad cause you can’t pull.” Jamie’s accusation makes me laugh at the offended look on Trevor’s face.

“Don’t get it twisted, I can pull.”

“You just can’t get them to stay?” I ask innocently, absentmindedly messing with Jamie’s fingers. Jamie laughs heartily. He interlaces his with mine to give my hand a gentle squeeze. “But to answer your original question, yes, it’s been 2 months already.”

The scruff of my boyfriend’s 5 o’clock shadow brushes the back of my hand as he kisses the flat part of my knuckle. Trevor, observing the entire action, leans over the kitchen trashcan and pretends to throw up. Jamie merely laughs and I roll my eyes once more, “Shut the fuck up! You are so dramatic.”

“And for what?” Jamie chimes in which makes me smile to see he’s been picking up some of my mannerisms and phrases as well. That’s been my favorite part of dating him so far. The way his music taste slowly infiltrates mine. The way he now keeps a trashbag in his car after realizing how useful the one in mine is. The way he’s wearing the soft blue hoodie he lent me, for the reason that it now smells like me, which is why I had stolen it from him in the first place.

“I’m happy for you guys, really,” Trevor grabs his car keys from off the granite kitchen counter, “Thank you for rubbing salt into the open wound.”

“Oh my god-” Jamie starts.

“Get out of here!” I finish for him, urging Trevor to leave.

“I’m gone!” He obliges. Then, Jamie kisses my head again, prompting me to sit up.

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Mmm… no, actually. If I had to guess, he’s probably going golfing with the guys.”

“No way, he was dressed way too nice for golf…” I trail off, racking my brain for where he could have possibly been headed. Shrugging off the idea, I straddle Jamie’s hips, and look down at him. I smile. Overcome with the warm sensation of staring at my boyfriend. Jamie nudges me with his hips, indicating he would like me to lay back down. Before I comply, I pull my hair back tying it out of the way so I’m free to kiss Jamie as much as I please. He watches my every move, eyes flooded with adoration.

“At practice this morning, McT said he…” Jamie trails off mid sentence. As he was talking, I finished tying my hair back and then leaned down as he had wanted me to. He’s looking at me with eyes slightly widened and lips parted in surprise.

“What?” I ask, concerned as to why Jamie stopped talking. He simply says,

“You’re really pretty.” The seemingly arbitrary declaration makes me laugh but does nothing to aid my confusion.

“Okay?”

“You’re just so pretty I think I short-circuited.” The earnest confession makes me smile and giggle, so I press a soft kiss to Jamie’s lips.

“You’re cute. So what did Mason say?”

“Oh yeah, he said that he wants to meet you.”

“Really?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over Jamie’s cheekbone. He kisses my palm before responding,

“Despite how much you and Trevor bully each other, he’s told everyone on the team about how cool you are. He kinda took the liberty to do it himself since I do gush about you, but I get shy about it.” Jamie is uncharacteristically speaking out loud his stream of consciousness, and I take a back seat to admire how talkative he can be when he’s with me. A stark contrast to the shy, almost silent boy I’d had my first date with. Noticing how much he’s talking, Jamie ends his rambling but I smile softly, encouragingly,

“It’s unfortunate that the ‘cool girl’ is seemingly the only archetype that consistently receives approval from men, but it is true nonetheless.”

“Yeah, like, it’s not that I need his approval, but it is nice when your boys like your girlfriend… Well, it’s what you said, you just said it better. I’m mansplaining aren’t I?” He asks, bashfully. I roll my eyes and appreciatively kiss his lips once more.

“Get out of your head, Drysdale. Do you have anxiety?”

“Shut up. I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met who can always tell when I’m overthinking.”

“Maybe I’m just the only one with the audacity to comment on it,” I playfully propose, smiling when I succeed in making Jamie laugh.

“I don’t think so.”

“We’ll agree to disagree. It’s unlikely, but not impossible.” Dropping the bit, Jamie and I smile at each other, melting into a comfortable silence. He looks at me with soft eyes, pink blush creeping across his cheeks the longer I continue to stare. I rest my left hand on the side of his face once more. I brush my thumb over his cheekbone again, and rub the top of my fingers repeatedly against the stubble adorning his jaw. Jamie lifts his eye brows before saying,

“What, do I need to shave?”

“No. I just like the way it feels.”

“Oh, hey, you said you’re done with school by mid december, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“My mom asked if you were coming to Christmas this year.”

“Did she really?” Jamie hesitates a moment before his brows furrow in sincere disapproval.

“You’ve been my girlfriend for two months now. She will not shut up about meeting you.”

“What? Why?” He then blushes fiercely and cowers his head into the large hoodie he’s slouched on. Jamie doesn’t meet my gaze as he talks,

“I told her all about you the other day.” I bite back the giant smile that prods at my features before replying,

“What did you tell her?”

“Just stuff about you!”

“What stuff about me?!”

“I told her you’re a student and what you’re studying. I told her where you’re from and what your family is like. And I told her about how I stare at you between red lights when we’re going somewhere.” The last piece of information makes me laugh and I tilt my head in confusion.

“How did that last part come up?” It was a simple question, really. One that I hadn’t even bothered to put a lot of thought into; one that came from my basic stream of consciousness. And certainly not one that I imagined would ellicit such a reaction from Jamie. His eyes widened and softened all at once, his blush glowing brighter across his cheeks, and his lips parting to allow the irregular pace of breathing he had now adopted.

“I guess… I called her because I was unsure of what I was feeling…? I was kinda freaking out about it. As I told her about our first date, she said that just talking about you made me visibly happier. She noticed that, even though I wasn’t aware of how happy I’d gotten. Then she demanded to meet you as soon as possible…” Jamie sheepishly looks up at me after finishing his mini monologue. The traces of endeared happiness immediately vanish and Jamie looks at me horrified. In describing how happy I make this boy, I felt tears welling up on my lashes, relieved to be experiencing something so thoroughly mutual.

“Oh my god, please don’t cry I’m sorry!” I laugh through the tears and playfully smack his chest.

“Jamie…”

“You make me really happy, Y/n. Like, really really happy-”

“I love you,” I blurt out. I’m a bit stunned and honestly scared of how quickly this confession escaped me. But I know it’s true. And isn’t that the scariest part?

“I love you too.”

“Really?” I ask through unrelenting tears.

“Yes,” Jamie rests his hands on the tops of my hip bones, “I kind of lied by saying my mom said I looked happy… She said I looked very in love, but I didn’t want to be too forward and say that if you maybe didn’t feel the same way.”

“Bro, you worry so much, are you sure you don’t have anxiety?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

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a/n: copy pasting tags is the best thing that has ever happened to fic writers I think.

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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warm-ups | todoroki + sfw + kick

✭ wc ; 851 | ✭ tags ; established relationship, mentions of childhood trauma, swinging lol, gn!reader, fluff

✭ a/n ; had to be a little clever w this one

"Wait, baby," Todoroki carefully watches your expression as you pinch the bridge of your nose "Are you saying you've never been on a swing before"

He pauses.

"If I have, I don't recall."

This tidbit of information seems to cause you distress for a reason Todoroki isn't completely able to identify. This happens sometimes, where he'll tell you about some innocuous part of his life and you react with a great big sigh.

He can normally understand it after it's explained, or if he thinks about it a little longer. This time, he has no idea which part of his sentence seems to be causing you trouble.

"I really hate your old man, Shou," You say, voice melancholy but light at the same time. He thinks you're trying to cheer him up. He appreciates it "Can't wait till Touya is done serving time,"

Todoroki doesn't know what to make of that. He hums.

"Is it that bad?" He asks. You shake your head, and reach for his hands with yours. He's quick to hold it, envelop it and draw patterns in your palms.

"Not bad. It's just like...sometimes it makes me feel like I took a lot for granted."

"Your childhood wasn't easy either," He points out. And you laugh.

"No, no I guess not. But at least I got to live it,"

Ah. Todoroki is starting to understand.

"I'm okay," He says, trying to reassure you. You smile at him but it hasn't changed at all.

"I know, sweet thing." You say, and the sound of your voice makes his heart race. For a while you sit like that, on a park bench in an empty park. It's cold but Shouto keeps both your hands warm as you sit on the heated side. He isn't sure how to approach things like this.

"Shou, baby," You start as he turns his head to look at you, tilted to one side "Can I teach you to swing?"

Todoroki blinks at you like he's trying to decipher his sentence.

"Teach me to swing?" He parrots. You nod enthusiastically, jutting your chin at the empty swings. He stares at them then stares back at you.

"Yeah. It'll be fun." You say, not forcing him. He doesn't have any reason to say no, so he nods. He mostly says because it makes you brighten up, a joy returning to your expression he found himself missing until just now.

You grab his hand and pull him up, tugging him behind you as you approach the swings. Todoroki walks at your pace, the crunch of the mulch under his boots noisy as he approaches. You drop his hand and go behind the swing, gesturing to him.

"C'mon. Sit," You say. Todoroki sits in the swing, the weight of his body causing tension in the buckles. He can feel the metal ridges of the chain press lightly into the skin - but surprisingly he fits. It's a little snug, but he feels like it's holding up his weight just fine.

His feet touch the floor completely, maybe too tall. You stand behind him, hands on his shoulders. Todoroki looks over his shoulder to try and see you.

"Okay. I'm gonna give you a little push at first okay," You say, placing your hands on his waist with a little smile. Todoroki likes how your hands feel "And when you're back - kick your legs back. And when you're swinging forward, kick your legs in front of you. Sounds easy enough right?"

He nods. It does sound easy.

"Okay. Ready," He says, and you giggle. Delighted. It's a little effort for you to push him, a soft grunt leaving your mouth as you push him forward.

Then he's swinging. The motion starts slight - an easy back and forth like the waving of a flag. But Todoroki remembers your words, listening to your encouragement. It's a pendulum. He can feel the momentum of his body shift as he kicks backwards, how there's more weight when he swings forward.

Then he's higher than before, he can feel himself going higher. He didn't realize his eyes had been closed until he opens them again. Over and over, he does it until he's reaching close to the sun. Todoroki can see the white sun in the sky, winter oncoming. He can feel the cold air all over his body, frost in his fingers

But something inside is melting. Warmth is settling over his body as he starts to reach a high summit, the tension of his body making full use of the movement. He's never seen the sky so clear before.

"Shou," You say, your phone in hand and so much love in your voice it's tangible "Is it fun?!" You shout, enthusiasm in it like never before. In that carefree and ridiculous way you so easily embody.

He wonders why he wants to shout too, but he doesn't fight it. He giggles, so soft it's easy to miss. He opens his eyes to look at the sun. He looks at you.

"Yes," He shouts back, intonation flat but smiling "It's fun."

#todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #warm-ups #writing tag #i love him so muc

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redvelvettel · 1 year

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hi! saw you in need of some ideas, so how about carlos and reader having first big fight since the start of their relationship (but not cheating and happy ending pls) thank you 🥰

LET YOU GO ☆ cs55

Carlos Sainz x f!reader

Thank you for requesting, sorry it took so long tho lol. First time writing something on tumblr, feedback/ constructive criticism would be appreciated. Again, sorry for the delay and requests are open!

Warnings: angst, kinda shitty ending, but happy.

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It felt weird, sleeping alone when he was next door. She hadn't ever felt out of place being alone. She took comfort in it. But they had grown attached. And for the first time in almost 5 months, she didn't want to be alone.

It wasn't anyone's fault, really. He had been away on a double header and missed her terribly. Sure, they had been calling eachother everyday and continued talking even while it was obvious that one of them was gonna fall asleep any minute, but neither of them wanted to hang up.

And all carlos wanted to do was have his hands on her. He was always thinking of her. Every little thing he saw or did or felt took him back to her. He was growing irritated with everything because it kept him from her longer than intended.

She wasn't any different. She missed feeling carlos' arms and legs around her as she tried to wriggle out of the bed without waking him up in the morning. She'd eventually give up and lay there a bit longer, making her late for work. She didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

She was starting to grow frustrated with people at work and losing her patience over small matters. She wanted to get home and fall into carlos' arms where she felt safe.

She knew what she was getting into when she decided to let carlos into her life. She knew he would be away from home more often than not. She knew it would be hard. But she couldn't help it. You can't choose who you fall in love with. She tried resisting the pull, she really did.

But who could stay away from someone like carlos? So she couldn't really complain now, could she? She had signed up for it.

Carlos hated being away from her. He knew how lonely it must be whenever he was away. He felt guilty, like it was his fault. But she had always assured him that she would love him no matter what.

When he had finally come home, she didn't run into his arms like he hoped she would. Instead, she sat on the couch, with red puffy eyes staring at him. She had been crying herself to sleep, so confused with her feelings.

They didn't know how it started, or who blamed the other first, or what the goal was. It did no good, except ending with her in the bedroom, him on the couch, and both miserable without the other.

It was Carlos who got up first, having convinced himself to try to make amends.

He didn't just spend 2 weeks, although it felt years longer than that, without her just to come home and sleep on the couch.

She felt the door creaking open, just when she was on the verge on falling asleep. She then felt the bed dip beside her, as he got under the covers. She could sense the hesitancy in his moments dissappear when she snuggled into his arms as he put them around her torso.

They laid there, silent and content in each other's arms. But they knew they had to address it. They'd never gotten this angry or frustrated with eachother in the 5 months they'd been together. It was her who spoke up first, 'i'm sorry'

'You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. It wasn't right for us to fight instead of talking.' He got comfortable, pulling her more towards him.

'I was so frustrated with myself and I shouldn't have taken it out on you, I'm sorry.' She tried to keep the tears at bay at she spoke.

'I know, and I know it's hard for you when I'm halfway across the word racing when you're home alone. I don't want you to ever feel like you're not important to me.'

'I know how much you love me carlos, but it sometimes feels like the universe is against us.' She nuzzled deeper into his neck, her body tensing.

'When will you get it through your thick skull that I'll fight everyone on earth if I have to, just to keep you with me. I'm not letting you go.' She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, shining with love. 'Promise?'

He beamed down at her, finally relaxing.

'Promise. I love you too much to let you go, cariño.' She finally smiled, and he swore it blinded him.

He would fight with the universe if he had to, but he wouldn't give her up for anything.

They would fight many more times, shed many more tears, but it would be worth it in the end for each other.

#f1 x reader #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz jr #formula one x reader #f1blr #f1 fanfic #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanart

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kkl1nch0r · 7 months

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Title — mellifluous sorrow.

blade and gender-neutral reader

Notes: not a ship pairing + perceive how you want 👹(I'm just adding tags lol) this is angst. kinda. idk anymore. I was thinking of Blade suffering and like ("the voices THE VOICES") LMAOO... it's kinda messy. "they" refers to the voices in Blade's head because I like hc's and I don't like explaining them hahaha! 😍

ok and I wrote this without a piece of info about xianzhou luofu lore. I was gonna write this for Genshin as I usually do but Xiao ICK and Scaramouche ICK so I did this for Blade because it fits him and he's like hot so 🫶🫶 have fun reading(or crying idk I hate emotion)

Through aimless wanderings a weathered soldier stops in the tracks of their bloody, heedless assault in the festering desire to feed himself with blood. Slaughter was weary, thick on his hands, but not unfamiliar– whispers of pain from fallen soldiers and haunting spirits dwelled in his heart, finding no rest, rising to nowhere but to torture the brain of the man that had vanquished them with so a touch.

Blade had never felt so lonely. So empty, for what he chased was a remnant of what used to be, the emotion he used to feel, the happiness he yearned to reach– yet the blind knows he will not see, nor the crazy man knows he will never face reality as he wishes.

They were quite loud today. It had been millennia since they had sought his attention, clamored for his pain, feeding on the thoughts that swirled emptily through him, as though Blade was bred for nothing but pain and blood slaughter, trapped hopelessly in a wheel that spun him over and over, agony to horror, horror to pain, pain to sadness, sadness to fury.

When will he close his eyes, and see nothing but blackness? When will the day come that he will find eternal rest, exempt from the endless tread of longing, treading slowly for a purpose, to fall in the arms of the dead like the others?

The other side was a side nobody wished to meet. It was the endpoint, the ending of all endings, the uncertainty that each mortal soul carried within their spirits. For Blade, it was not uncertainty, but certainty. The rest he will find and receive. The vengeance he will bestow in the otherworld, the afterlife, the act of living on, even if his physical body was no longer in contact with the essence of himself.

They were getting louder. They wanted him to jump off the precipice Blade looked down upon so forlornly, knowing he’d die another death and find himself waking again from a deep sleep. They’d laugh at his cry of anguish, and scream together with him. They’d start to poke at his soul, poking and prodding and poking again until they forced him upwards, coughing blood and spitting curses.

He’d then die from his afflictions from falling so high, staring at the blue sky that stared upon him insignificantly, closing his eyes, and hoping it would end.

Blade could crash and hit himself against a protruding rock, die from the hit and pure trauma to the head, or he could impale his body on the jagged, jutting rocks below– they were laughing again, laughing at his mind…he couldn’t take it anymore, falling upon the dirt, hands in his head, knees on the ground, he would die, he certainly would one day, but he’d hoped selfishly that it wouldn’t be so painful, painful, painful–

Begone.

Dissipating in the silence, the voices ebbed away, one by one, like people walking away from a crowd. Silence rang over where Blade stood, and his vision cleared, like droplets on glass.

Blade remembered hazily– he’d been taking a solitary stroll in the quietness of the XianZhou and collapsed from the heavy thoughts that plagued his mind…how peculiar.

There had been a voice that had granted him mercy from the distress he’d felt– a calming, trilling lull that helped him– no, how could it be?

His heart felt at peace. It was beating, just like any mortal would, but it beat with dutiful purpose. His mind was clear, so tranquil Blade was about to tell himself he was dreaming before he heard the beautiful plucking notes, reverberating from a Guzheng.

Someone was playing a song. Blade could feel the emotion emanating from these simple notes ringing in the emptiness of his beating heart. Normally, Blade would have snapped at those who wanted to help him, heal him from these wounds– but this wasn’t healing…instead, it seemed to calm his nerves, let his thoughts collect themselves without woe and guilt.

Emotion erupted from the Guzheng’s strings, plucked finely, each note resonating with the chords, singing a song that told a story Blade had picked up on A beating heart, a woeful founding of purpose, and the pleading of the singer who wished their heart would stop beating to find true peace.

It was as if somebody had taken all Blade’s emotions and channeled them into music, crying about his struggles and his resistance against death even though he could not fight– it was raw and emotional, but what mattered most was that it was a song about Blade himself, as he stood in silent awe, listening intently.

The song plucked its final tunes and ended, leaving Blade empty, yearning for more, as his heart returned to its mundane beating. He’d been so trapped in the clutches of the song that Blade did not notice the player of the Guzheng stood only a few feet away from him, looking at him with profound curiosity and sympathy Blade had never seen before.

He took one step, two steps…until he was no more a few feet away from the player, staring into the eyes that were yours, the musician that had reached deepest in his mind and pulled out a wailing beauty he’d never experienced hearing.

You didn’t flinch, nor back away, as you stared at him with another look in your eyes Blade knew well– loneliness. Your hands were placed idly on the instrument before you, as you took a breath to utter a greeting. A stranger whom you’d never known his sorrows, but sang of his grief, as if you were the personification of Blade’s very soul…

“...Hello.”

#honkai star rail #blade honkai star rail #hsr blade #blade x reader #blade x you #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #gender neutral reader #xianzhou luofu #xianzhou luofu hsr #hsr fanfic #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #jiayun's ugly writing

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misscorn · 5 months

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Day 3 Favor/Home

Heey, my following entries for @sihjrweek are all gonna be a bit late because I had company visiting this weekend (and I write all of these the week of instead of planning ahead) but I'm still participating I promise lol

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Saga Masamune had a rather bleak outlook on what the word 'home' meant. Home was where he slept, ate, showered. and now home was where Sorata was too. Those were the most positive aspects he could come up with when trying to describe 'home'. As someone who read all sorts of stories there were bound to be books that came into his possession that had themes revolving around homes and families. Considering what he read he knew that not everyone had the same attitude as him.

Saga didn't like abandoning books, but he did find it difficult to finish ones that heavily focused on those topics. They just made him...uncomfortable. He couldn't help but to cringe when reading a description of warm and loving feelings between family members. He was always taken out of the experience if the main character expressed an urgency and desperation to go home. Saga just couldn't seem to relate to that kind of story, let alone enjoy it.

It was worse when it was a book he could relate to. It made him feel far too seen, like he was a specimen under observation being poked and pointed at. That made him want to crawl out of his own skin. Saga much preferred stories that focused on other topics. He tried to avoid any books that obviously revolved around these themes, but sometimes they were incorporated into books he didn't expect and he ended up an unwilling participant in the story.

For Saga, home was a place to be avoided. Home was a cold, quiet and lonely place. When it was filled with any kind of warmth, that warmth was unwelcomed hot rage. The usual silence was only ever broken by shouting, though now there was the occasional meow that could be a comfort. Still, there was no sense of belonging to be found. No feeling of safety. No love.

That was what the word 'home' meant to Saga Masamune.

At least, it had meant that for a long time.

Oda Ritsu had unintentionally altered Saga's whole way of operating. At first it was very small changes - ones that Saga had even actively resisted - but then seemingly all at once Saga's entire being was overtaken with Ritsu this and Ritsu that. It was downright infuriating to be so infatuated with his dorky underclassman, but it was like the more he tried to run away from it, the stronger these new feelings grew.

Home was no longer such a dreaded idea either - not if Ritsu was accompanying him. Home started to take on new meanings: privacy, quality time, even pleasure. Ritsu had his own warmth he brought with him, but it wasn't anything like the burning fury of his parents that would overtake the house until it felt inhospitable. Ritsu's warmth was a gentle glow, a source of solace that drew Saga in. The warmth of Ritsu's body pressed against his, the warmth of Ritsu's bright red cheeks, the warmth of Ritsu's kindness, it was almost overwhelming, but at the same time Saga selfishly wanted it all to himself.

Saga had always hated the sentiments behind sayings like 'home is where the heart is' or 'a house is not a home', but watching Ritsu drool a little in his sleep right next to him on a random Saturday night had Saga thinking that maybe he finally understood what those sayings meant.

Takano Masamune didn't feel any different some odd eleven years later, staring at Ritsu on yet another random night, though Ritsu was not quite asleep yet.

"Do you want something?" Ritsu scowled.

"No." Masamune answered.

"Then why are you staring at me?"

"You're nice to look at."

Ritsu made a strangled noise.

"And I love you." Masamune added.

Ritsu grabbed his pillow - Masamune having finally gotten a second one - and lightly hit him with it.

"Be quiet and go to sleep, will you? We have to be up early tomorrow and I can't sleep with you watching me like a creep."

"You sure didn't have that issue in high school."

Ritsu blinked. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'd stare at you all the time when you slept over." Masamune admitted, not ashamed or embarrassed whatsoever. "You were cute. You drooled a lot."

"N-No I did not!" Ritsu denied immediately. "And why were you watching me in my sleep?!"

"You're nice to look at and I love you." Masamune repeated. "Are you really going to pretend like you haven't watched me in my sleep?"

Ritsu elected not to make a comment on that, turning over so his back was to Masamune.

"Please just close your eyes." Ritsu quietly pleaded, pulling the blanket up to his chin. "...I love you too, but seriously, I can't sleep like this."

Masamune pressed close, wrapping an arm around Ritsu's middle to hold him tight. Still just as warm, he thought, granting his boyfriend just a little bit of mercy by finally drifting to sleep.

#sihjrweek #day 3 2023 #takano masamune #onodera ritsu #writing #misscorn #sekaiichi hatsukoi

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libraryofplotbunnies · 10 months

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How would they react to an insecure MC who feels like they don't deserve to be with the RO? How would ROs react if at a public gathering people were shit talking about the MC about how they don't deserve the RO and the RO deserves someone better? (Of course, those people are really just jealous lol)

I'm going to be make this into a two parter. This post will cover the first question and a second post will be more of a reaction to people shit talking someone that the ROs know is insecure. Sorry if this is a bit long.

Royce: The reaction from him is a bit dramatic. The moment he founds out about this; he will become your number one cheerleader and remind you how he's lucky to have you and choose him of all people. "You're the only good thing I got right after so many mistakes," he'll hug you tight just to punctuate his last words, "I don't why you pick me of all people but you deserve the world and I will give it to you. No matter what."

Douglas: He's gonna flander a bit as the thought just doesn't compute for him. He'll just stare in space before suddenly blurting out, "Are you kidding MC?!?" He will start to ramble about all the things he adores about you as he tries to rationalize where that notion comes from. He'll honestly be in his own little world before you snap him out of it. The moment his attention is on you, he will pointedly say, "I love you MC. I never want to make you feel like that ever again. I promise."

Rosette/Amanda: She gets angry honestly but not at you. She'll be angry at herself for not seeing it sooner and help reassure you that you don't need to be deserving of her or anybody else. She honestly also use this as a therapy session of why you think you need to be deserving for somebody to love you. "I dealt with that during my entire childhood MC. You don't need to be something amazing for me to love you," the sentence ended with a sweet kiss on the forehead. She might start singing softly to you as a little pick me up for MC and just say her feelings in the way she knows best.

Marianna: This is going to devast her for a while. She'll avoid you and limited all contact which won't help with the MC's insecurity at all. She knows why you feel that way with abrasive and bitter she was towards you when you arrived and it still slips out even after you recounciled. She honestly hates herself for making you feel that way. She'll leave you a letter one day at your home that states, "To you my most beloved, I can't take back the hurt I caused and the pain I must have given you with my absence. I'm eternally regretful for my actions; I am the one who should be deserving of you. I vow on my family name and honor, I will be the partner you deserve MC. Ever Yours, Marie." She leaves a bonquet of peach roses with the letter as well.

Edward/Edith: They immediately understand why MC must feel this way. They went through that same notion every day growing up with their overbearing mother, nothing ever being truly perfect and always scrambling for a hint of approval and love. They will hold you in a loving embrace, tearfully apologetic for being just like their mother. Butterfly kisses will litter your face as they want to drive that feeling away from you, their best friend and partner who will be always be enough to them. "I won't be my mother. Any time you feel like that again, tell me and I will smother you with all the love and affection I have for you. You are enough to me," a serious voice fading to a bright smile as they just hold you for little while longer.

Juste/Justine: Suprise will be their first reaction in this situation. They simply don't get why you will feel that way about them or in general. You were their confidante in high school as they try to navigate the strange new town, helping with bullies and the vampant bigotry in town. Their words will be clumsy but they want you to hear what they have to say as their actions didn't assure you as they believed. "MC, you were the one who gave me courage." Their hands fidgetting in their lap as they try to get the next sentence out, "Marie and her family gave me the opportunity to be better but you...you MC pushed me to go through it." Their tears flowing down their typically stoic face as they reach for you, cupping their hands on you jaw. "You being you is all that I need, cher," they end the statement with a chaste kiss on the lips.

Lucero: They have dealt with this since they became your friend a year ago. The guilt and remorse of leaving everything behind and not being able to reach out, it did quite a number on you. But the new dynamic as your partner makes them question a bit. They were able to help you as their friend, however they completely failed as your romantic partner. The tells and everything were there, they ignore it all because of how happy they were of their feelings being requited. They can't say anything, what could they say to make this better. Instead they give all of the physical affection they have in their body, making you feel all of the love, joy, and just pure fucking happiness they feel when they're with you.

Ji-Min: This is bad on their part, but they kind of ignore it. In their mind, you were the pinnacle of all that was good in the world. They also never truly felt like they deserve you at all and constantly wonder why such a breathtaking person would ever be with them. This will all come to a head when either Ji-Min finally notices how hurt the MC is or you directly tell them. The emotional and eye opening discussion will help the two of you come together closer as a couple. Ji-Min soon begins the habit of leaving you little notes or reminders of each minute thing they love about you so you won't ever feel like that again.

Doran/Deirdre: This will be complicated for them. You are their first serious relationship and they don't know how this is suppose to go. They didn't mean to stay so long and, even more, for falling so deeply in love with you. They don't know how to show their feelings or be the partner you want them to be, but they won't make the MC insecure about this. Them together as a couple and partners. They leave little plants and flowers to show their affection and love everyday, turning your home into a greenhouse made from all they feel for you. They even taken to making little gifts to show their appiercation for you. You might have to get a box for all of the trinkets and crafts D makes. D views these as an emibondiment of their love and wants MC to have a constant reminder that you are everything to them.

Paul/Palina: So this will be a tad awkward. The moment they hear about this, they will start laughing in pure befuddlement that soon shift to uncontrable crying. They can't believe or rather refuse to believe that MC should be insecure of being their partner. They're the town pariah, the cryptid who haunts the town in the dead of night and never having a true connection with anyone until you. Through their sobs, they try to speak of all the feelings they hold for you. All the hope and aspiration you gave them to actually faced the day and town again. You are their true god given solace in their life. They will make sure you feel that everyday. They are yours forever.

#belrose curse- if #ROs #questions #thanks anon!#sorry if this is bad #also super long

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demonscantgothere · 1 year

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I dont know if you are still doing this but for the question game

3, 4 Litost, 6 Litost, 17, 24 Litost, 26, 34, 41, 47 Litost, 49, and 50.

In case it wasn't obvious, I love Litost. Thank you so much for the absolute gift from the heavens that is that fic.

Oh wow, you have really made my day with that! Thank you so much!!! I don't think anyone's ever called Litost a gift from the heavens yet, so oh my God, I think this one is gonna stick with me for a minute!!! 😭❤️

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

. . . Alternate Universe, preferably canon divergence. Sharing a bed. Lots of hand touching. Face touching with hands. Hand porn is a thing. Angst. Lots of angst. Kidnapping tropes. Hate to love or Love/Hate being two sides of the same coin. The opposite of love is apathy, Galadriel, and you are not good at it.

4. What detail in [Litost] are you really proud of?

“I would comfort you,” he whispered, such sorrow in his own voice. “But it would only repulse you.”

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [Litost] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

So, Theo and Valandil have rings of power, but . . . there are others who have had them much, much longer. 😈

24. Are there any easter eggs in [Litost], and if so, what are they?

I don't think so unless callbacks to canon count. Galadriel's circlet that Halbrand makes her is the one from The Hobbit movies. The description of Theo's ring is based on one of the Dwarven rings from the original trilogy. In a future chapter there will be canonical name drops and inclusions of characters from Tolkien's works that haven't shown up yet. Also more callbacks to the original trilogy.

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

No dialogue. If I read something with only dialogue, I'd lose my mind, haha. I'd rather read action with silence.

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

Occasional experiences here or there.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

With every update to The Lesser of Two Evils, I often feel this way about Thrill of Hope's fic, though she is going to think I am pulling her chain by saying that. Her writing is exquisite to me.

47. If [Litost] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

Lol, I have no idea!

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

A sequel to The Greatest Slavery.

The golden leaves on the edge of Lothlórien faded away to a world of green as the carriage bumbled along the path. Celebrían cast her gaze upward to the top of the canopy of mingling shades, her own eyes a reflection of them—green but golden amber in the center. Her eyes drew forth much attention in Lothlórien, for Elves were known to have grey eyes or blue, but never green or amber. Often, it caused her to cast her gaze downward to avoid the stares. Too many of them, so many eyes, and all of them blue or grey.

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

Trying to pick what to write tonight! I have multiple projects and no idea where I want to start! I've got the next chapter of Litost, of course, continuations of The Greatest Slavery and Eyes Closed, unnamed one shots sitting on the backburner, the next chapter of Beasts (which I think I'm waiting for Litost to be finished first, anyway), and then the finale installment for Dark, Dark My Light.

. . . I have no idea where to start.

#allforalittlechaos #ask me things

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Can I get a Marvel ship with headcannons and a Leverage ship with a drabble

I'm 28, have red dyed hair(natural color is blonde) , am 5ft 2in.I try to be nice to everyone and help when I feel like I can. I am a good listener and I suck at standing up for myself. I like to read and write. I am shy until you get to know me. I hate spiders but love all other animals. I don’t really have any other dislikes. I am straight I studied early childhood education; I don't actually know what my dream job is. My love language is Acts of Service. I'm shy until you get to know me, I love helping people, I'm kind, I'm an introverted.

Heyyy!~

Hope you like them :)

They are under the cut.

Marvel:

I ship you with Steve.

Steve is kind, and loving and will show you all the care and love in the world. He will stand up for you when you cannot, and he has a way of rubbing off on you, so he longer you are with him the braver and more confident you feel.

Runner Up: Sam Wilson

Headcanons:

Steve could tell early on in your relationship what your love language was. He is very good at making you feel loved, not just even by doing small tasks around the house before you could even get to them.

If he notices your favorite snacks or food are out, or almost gone he will restock them for you, even buying new or similar things he thinks you will like. He makes you coffee/tea in the morning, makes you breakfast and dinner (he loves when you help as well).

He is a flower guy, he brings you flowers a lot, often those with meanings as well. And he always replaces them once they start to die (And if you ever by him flowers, he would be a blushing mess lol)

Evenings alone, just the two of you is one of his favorite things. Movie nights, dinner on the patio, cuddling while reading, evening walks, he loves just being around you.

He loves planning trips with you. Whether is is going to a new city, country, disney, etc, he loves trying new things and seeing the world with you.

One you moved in together, I could imagine you two getting a golden retriever, or an orange cat, or both!

Steve understands what its like not to know what is is you truly want, future or job wise. So he never tries to push you into anything, and wants you to find something you truly love doing.

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Leverage:

I ship you with Eliot!

Eliot has a rough past, and is often afraid he cannot connect with people. But with you he feels safe, cared for and loved, and knows you will always be by his side and see the best in him, even when he cannot.

Runner Up: Hardison

'Falling Asleep On Him'

It had been a long and stressful job, so it was understandable that you would be exhausted. The sun had set, and you were finally heading home.

Your eyes grew heavy as you were riding in the back of Lucille with Eliot, as Hardison and Parker chatted up front. With every bump your shoulder bumped against Eliot, whose hand was placed on your knee.

Eliot looked over at you, and noticed the look on your face and smiled. "Careful not to fall asleep, Hardison might take a tight turn. Don't want you flying out of your seat."

A lazy smile crossed your face as you leaned your head back, your eyes closed "I'm good. I wont fall asleep."

Eliot smiled softly and he shook his head, he could hear the sleepiness in your voice, he didn't believe you for one second.

Low and behold, only a few more minutes passed before Eliot felt your head slowly land on his shoulder. Looking down at your now slumbering face, he smiled and let out a quiet chuckle.

He moved his arm so it was stretched across your lap, to make sure you didn't fall victim to one of those sharp turns he mentioned. He watched you for a few more moments, before gently moving a piece of hair from your face.

Pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, he knew he didn't have it in him to wake you up, even once you arrived back to the apartment.

'I guess I'm gonna be carrying you inside' He thought fondly to himself as he stared down at you. Not that he minded of course, he loved seeing the peaceful look on your face as you slept against him.

*God that hair though lol

#ship #ships #ship request #8k ships #milestone ships #follower ships #spuffyfan394 #marvel ship #leverage ship

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pualaha · 2 years

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Are you, I don’t know, jealous

Okay, so I realized I have a huge crush on Eddie Munson, like?? Anyway, I am going to write this about him. This story doesn’t relate at all to the ST4 storyline, so there shouldn’t be any spoilers. Except for Chrissy asking for drugs However, just to be safe, if you haven’t seen ST4, beware.

And I was wondering if I should do an o/c character x someone but idk. I was thinking of names and chlamydia popped into my head?? tf. Anyways, enjoy :)

Also, I got a new computer so everything is capitalized and I hate it so, just know, it is not by choice. I read through everything, so there shouldn't be any mistakes, but who knows. LMK if y'all want more! Thanks, babes 😘

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE STRANGER THINGS CHARACTERS OR THE STORYLINE. I ALSO DON’T OWN ANY OF THE PICTURES OF GIFS USED!!

Mentions: Chrissy, hellfire club, Dustin, Mike, Eddie (obvi)

Meanings of abbreviations: y/n- your name, y/l/n- your last name, y/m/n- your middle name, y/ms/n- your mother’s name, y/d/n- your dad’s name, y/b/n- your brother’s name, y/s/n- your sister’s name, y/n/n- your nick name.

!⚠️TW⚠️!: strong language, mentions of a broken leg, mentions of drug use

Word count: 1258 I think

Type of fic: angst, fluffy

Eddie Munson x reader

Italics: flashback

There he was, your hot as fuck boyfriend standing all the way across the cafeteria from you, which wasn’t a problem until you saw her. You stared holes into his head, watching him flirt with hawkins high school’s very own chrissy cunningham.

“Yo, y/n, you good?” Mike asked. You weren’t really close with the members of the hellfire club, despite you being one, but Mike, Lucas, and Dustin were chill. Of course, they were annoying, but what freshman wasn’t.

You continued to stare at eddie as he twirled the cheerleader, her skirt flying up in the process, “never better, why?”

“I don’t know, you just seem like you could smack a bitch.”

“I could smack a few actually,” you finally looked at the boy. He looked terrified as he scooted away.

“You know, y/n, jealousy is not your color. It’s not your anything really,” Dustin commented, his smile turning into a from as you raised your fist.

“Listen here, toothless, I'm gonna fuck you up if you make another one of those ‘jokes’. Understood?”

Dustin nodded his head as he turned to Mike to talk about something you didn’t care for. So you turned your head back to your boyfriend and Chrissy.

Only people in the hellfire club knew about your past with Chrissy. You two were best friends coming into high school due to the fact that you had both tried out for the cheerleading squad your 8th-grade year. Since y'all had both made it, you thought it might bring you closer. Still, she had always been jealous of you. You were skinny and fit, with long, curly blonde hair. Your teeth were naturally straight and white. Basically, you were perfect (like everyone in every fanfic ever lol).

So when you were chosen to be a flyer, it was no surprise. This pissed Chrissy off seeing as she was your secondary base. Then, the other girls started being mean to her, and not you. You were becoming popular, fast, leaving Chrissy to fend for herself. You admitted that it was shitty, leaving her for everyone to make fun of, but you were finally on top. It wasn’t until one day, during practice, that Chrissy decided she’d had enough.

While you were doing a complicated stunt, and had to solely rely on your secondary base, Chrissy had let go, leaving you to fall on one foot, breaking your leg. Everyone else screamed and ran to get help, while she stayed and told you:

“this is what you get, bitch.”

After that, you were no longer popular. You had become what most dreaded to be: an outcast. While Chrissy had taken your spot as a flyer.

To say you were livid to see your boyfriend, not only with her but flirting, was an understatement. Therefore, you did what you thought was best. You picked up your tray full of nasty ass food, walked over to them, and dumped all of your food on the both of them.

“Damnit! What the fuck, y/n?” Eddie yelled.

“Yeah, what the fuck?” Chrissy looked at her now dirty and stained cheer uniform.

“Oh! So sorry, I must’ve tripped or maybe I didn’t see where I was going? Shit, I can’t remember the excuse I wanted to use.” you shrugged.

Before anyone else could say anything, your boyfriend grabbed your arm, “Y/n, we need to talk now.”

“Yeah you fuckin’ skank,” Chrissy’s boyfriend Jason said.

You turned around with a red face, “Oh I’m the skank?! Keep your bitch in check, she’s been getting around last I heard!”

That’s when all hell broke loose, Chrissy ran up to you and hit you square in the jaw. You stumbled back as you saw 'Ms. Perfect' start a fight. You almost laughed, but then you remembered this bitch just hit you.

(a.n. i love this line so i’m gonna use it!)

“You stupid, fucking bitch. I’m gonna fuck you up!” You screamed. At this time you two had started throwing punches and insults. Finally, Eddie detained you, while Chrissy’s boyfriend grabbed her.

“Ask your boyfriend what he was doing last night with me last night! Yeah? See what he says!” She screamed as Jason pulled her away, making you spit the biggest loogie you had on her face.

Now, you were in Eddie's truck driving to his house. Everything was dead silent as you stared out the window. Both of you pissed at the other.

"What the fuck, y/n? I don't get why you would do that?" Eddie finally looked at you. That wasn't what got you, it was the disappointed look on his face.

Tears filled your eyes as everything hit you, "please don't talk to me," you got out of the truck and walked inside. You debated on what to do next, should you get high as fuck so you weren't mad? Should you go to sleep? Or should you go ho- no, you should not go home.

It had taken Eddie a few minutes to follow you inside. He was expecting you to be searching for weed, but instead, he saw you standing still, tears spilling out of your eyes.

You weren't one to cry very often, so Eddie was surprised. He came up behind you to give you a hug. But you swiveled around to face him, you wanted to look angry, but you could tell it didn't work. His face had pity written all over it.

"Man, you know I hate her. How could you?"

"Baby, please, believe me, we didn't do anything."

"Then why? Why were y'all together last night or whatever? Why were you flirting with her today?" by now, you were exhausted, you just wanted to sleep, you didn't have any more fucks to give.

"She wants drugs, sweet girl. She said she's been going through shit and needed someone who wouldn't judge her. I don't know, it just seemed serious," although you still had your suspicions, eddie wasn't the type to cheat. Plus, he sounded genuinely concerned.

You stared at him, looking for a sign that he might've been lying, but you didn't see one, "If you're lying- just please don't. It's going to be a lot easier on both of us if you break up with me instead of cheat,"

Eddie grabbed your arms and wrapped them around your neck as he snuggled his head in yours,

"You're the love of my life. The only person who has ever truly loved me... I-I don't know what I'd do. Please don't hurt me."

You felt butterfly-like kisses on your neck, "Y/n, listen, I would never purposefully hurt you. I could never do that. I am so sorry I didn't tell you, she begged me not to."

Your breathing slowed as you looked at him. You knew you looked awful, your face was all red and blotchy, and your breath probably smelt bad from crying so hard. But the way Eddie looked at you, made you feel like you were the most stunning woman in the world.

"Y/n, can I ask you something?" Eddie picked you up to take you to the room for a nap.

"Yes, baby."

"Were you, I don't know, jealous?" he had a mischievous smile plastered on his dumb, beautiful face.

"I fucking hate you. I deserve multiple bowls after today," you laid on the bed.

"Bad girls don't get things they want, but I will make an exception this time."

"Thank you, E, I love you."

"I love you, too, crazy girl."

#eddie x reader #eddie #eddiemunson #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #stranger things #angst with a happy ending #fluffy #eddie fluff #eddie munson #angst #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

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sindumpster · 1 year

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Hey Wiggs idk if you have any experience in storywriting but i really wanna introduce my own characters to the world but have no clue how. I can't draw to save my life and i'm too insecure about my writings i always delete the drafts. H e l p

STOP DELETING YOUR DRAFTS!!

Like I mean this in the kindest way, but how are you going to share anything you make if you delete it? Especially drafts, because the whole point of a draft is to serve as a stepping stone. How are you going to improve upon a story you no longer have? At the very least, make yourself a hidden folder and save it to that so you can pretend it doesn’t exist without actually deleting it. Or make a burner email or private account somewhere you won’t check often and copy-paste your drafts to it. There’s a butt ton of ways, but I recommend picking one until you’re comfy letting your drafts stay.

Cuz yeh I do have a bit of experience as a writer. I consider myself more of a visual arts person, but I do write a lot, both for college and for myself (and RPs with friends, which is also a practice option). And I started with writing stories years before I pursued art. Neither of which I was particularly good at when I started out. I’m not a savant-type lol, I had to practice and keep working at it. It’s like learning to play an instrument—nobody expects you play Bach the first time you pick up a violin, but if you stick with it, you can learn how to play Bach.

But you’re also gonna be your own worst critic, and you’ll also have to learn how to fight the gremlin in your brain that says you suck. Like if you think I’m a good artist/writer/whatever, know that I still have that voice that tells me I suck, and that I can’t draw or write for shit. There’s artists and writers out there that make me look like a baby by comparison, and they have to fight that gremlin too, because you can always do something better. There is no point at which you can no longer improve. But that’s also kinda cool because it means there’s no limit to what you can make, and no cap to how good you can get if you stick with it. As a creative, it’s both a blessing and a curse, but it takes time to appreciate the blessing side of it.

…weird ramble aside tho, I think you should also lower your expectations when it comes to drafts. Like I mentioned before, drafts are stepping stones. Sometimes my drafts are incoherent word vomit where I just throw up sentences and words as they come to me, or lists of things I want to have in a story. Drafts will never be perfect, and may not even be good, because they’re for sorting out your ideas and trying things. The point is to fuck around and find out. Give yourself permission fuck around. Maybe it’ll go somewhere, maybe it won’t. If you stick with it though, you’ll eventually start revising and honing it down, and it’ll sound more like complete story. Trust the process and give yourself permission to make mistakes. And if your end goal is to post it, figure out how to get it to a point where you’re okay putting it out in the wild. But ultimately, let yourself enjoy the process of creating, even if you think it’s flawed. Perfection is an illusion, so fuck perfection, and have fun instead.

Another thing I’ve found is that sometimes you just need to let a project sit (writing and drawings). I usually let art age a few days where I don’t do anything, and I don’t post it. It lets me come back to it with fresh eyes so I can spot anything I want to fix. But also I’ll dislike it less. Sometimes you just hate something because you’ve been staring at it for too many hours/days/weeks, and need to NOT look at it. Writing especially, sometimes I just need to walk away from a draft for a while, so that instead of being like “THIS IS ALL GARBAGE >:[” I can instead be like “I like the idea, and that last line is 👌, but this dialogue feels a little stale”.

Also if it helps, I’ve rewritten this ask 4 times now. I’ve been drafting, if you will I’mnotsorrylmao. And I’m certain there’s a better, more concise way to say what I want. But if I fixate on that, I’m never gonna post an answer to this ask, am I? And that would suck so much worse that this imperfect response lol.

PS: I know writing and drawing are super complicated and nuanced, along with all the feelings related to them, and there’s a ton I didn’t even touch on cuz otherwise I’d never finish writing this. But if you need any pointers or more specific help on how to start, feel free to ask or reach out.

#asks #anonymous #earwiggy rambles #i am by no means an expert #but hopefully some of this helps #but yeh unfortunately you have to make things to get better at the thing and it sucks lol #so many days I wish I could just snap my fingers and make art/writing happen #but instead it requires this stupid thing called effort and like your entire attention span #also I focused more on writing than drawing but I #defo have pointers for art. as someone that started with literal stick figures #a lot of art is also just drawing the same thing over and over lol #so you have to really like that thing (like drawing Jake’s stupid face for the 10000th time)

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rosesradio · 2 years

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LawRusso, and for the prompt...sleepover?

ooh thanks for the prompt! <3 this one got out of hand lol. cw for underage drinking and it gets into light smut territory so apologies if that isn’t your thing! (i just modeled it a bit after ctp since i assumed you liked it? lol)

Daniel twirled the phone cord around his finger, grinning despite the nerves fluttering about in his stomach.

"I can't believe he's really doing it!" Ali whispered, to which Jessica playfully swatted her arm.

"He's only been checking him out for forever!" Jessica muttered. "I was gonna say something for him, but--"

"Guys, shh!" Daniel put a finger to his lips, a giggle escaping them. Yeah, he'd probably had a bit much to drink. If he tried to stand now, well, he'd probably fall forward like a rag doll. In his defense, it wasn't his fault. Alcohol wasn't his thing, but with Ali's parents gone and her somehow getting her hands on a margarita kit, well...it wasn't his fault they came in all those sweet fruity flavors.

"Weinberg residence, this is Johnny," Johnny's voice answered, slightly sleepy given the time of night.

"His voice is so warm!" Daniel whispered, eyes wide with fascination as he grasped Jessica's arms, and the two collapsed into another round of giggles.

"Daniel, is that you?" Johnny asked. "What are you doing, man?"

"He recognized my voice!" Daniel hopped up on Ali's bed, leaving the phone behind.

"Get the phone, Daniel!" Ali grabbed it and put it on the bed, handing him the phone to make conversation inescapable. "Go on, be charming!"

"Oh, hey, you!" Daniel started, his face flushing bright red. "I'm super charming, aren't I?"

"Sure...?" Johnny replied. "Are you prank calling me, of all people? Ali has Dutch's number, he's a lot more gullible than me."

"No, I'm not prank calling you!" Daniel replied. "I wanted to tell you something. Something secret. And you have to promise not to tell anyone else, ever. Do you promise?"

"Oh," Johnny sounded slightly taken aback. "I guess so, yeah, I'll keep quiet..."

"Okay," Daniel took a deep breath. He had a weird taste in his mouth from the alcohol, but also the taste of strawberries. Ali had cut him off though; any more, she said, and he'd get sick. "I think you're the prettiest boy in the world, Johnny Lawrence." he looked over at Ali and Jess, who were staring back with flushed faces.

"Larusso," Johnny said, voice hushed. He sounded almost sad, wistful. "Daniel, you can't just...you can't just say stuff like that..."

"Why not?" Daniel asked, and he hated how his voice sounded slightly whiny. "It's true."

"Are you drunk?" Johnny asked, agitation leaking into his tone.

"A little," Daniel admitted. "But I meant it before, too, before the drinks. Do you wanna come over and have a drink? We have strawberry and peach left."

Daniel heard a sigh on Johnny's end of the call. "I'll be there in five." With that, he hung up the call.

"He's coming over!" Daniel covered his blushing face. "He's gonna want a drink--oh my gosh, I'm nervous!"

"Sober up, Larusso!" Ali demanded. "What if he wants to take you out and hook up?"

"Hook up?" Jessica frowned. "But I don't want Daniel to leave..."

"We're not gonna hook up," Daniel insisted. "He's probably just...what if he tries to fight me? He did think we were prank calling, and he said I can't call him pretty..."

"He's not gonna fight you. Trust me, we're well past that." Ali insisted. "He's probably here to tell you he likes you, too, super romantic stuff--"

"Does Johnny know how to be romantic?" Jessica asked. "I don't exactly see him coming down here on a white horse, asking for Daniel's hand."

"Sure he can," Ali shrugged, fishing around for the bag of gummy bears she was working on earlier. "Or, at least he's good in the sack--"

"Who's good in the sack?" a new voice asked, and Johnny Lawrence was crawling in the window.

"Johnny!" Daniel went over to help him, though he was mostly inside already, but he gladly held onto Daniel's hand for a few moments longer than necessary.

"Oh, just your mom. I was giving it to her good last night," Ali replied.

"Oh haha," Johnny sneered, flipping her the bird. "Anyways, um..." his expression turned more reserved, and as much as he seemed embarrassed by it, he seemed unable to keep his eyes off Daniel. "You wanted to talk to me?"

Daniel nodded. "You want a margarita? I like the strawberry...which is why there's not much left, but there's plenty of the peach."

Johnny looked over to where Jess was making herself another generous glass and grinned back at Daniel. "I'm not here for your fruity drinks, Larusso." he said, taking a step towards Daniel, his voice low.

"Then what are you here for?" Daniel whispered, holding onto Johnny's arms, looking up into his eyes.

"Okay, I'm leaving," Jessica shook her head, starting to get up, but Ali grabbed her arm.

"No, no way. These two idiots are not doing it on my bed. You two, lovebirds, get a room." Ali said. "And not my room. Actually, not any room. Keep it PG, please?"

"I was going to--" Johnny started, but Daniel grabbed his wrist and pulled him out, into one of the several guest bedrooms in the mostly empty house.

"Daniel," Johnny murmured. "What you said on the phone earlier..."

"I meant it," Daniel replied, wrapping his arms around Johnny's neck. "You're so pretty, it's hard to look at, but I can't help it, too..."

Johnny's eyes looked dark and full of want. "I'm not kissing you when you're drunk, or anything else...even if you might taste like strawberries..."

"Are you sure?" Daniel asked, pulling away reluctantly, his eyes more Bambi-like than ever. "'M not that drunk..."

"I'm sure," Johnny chuckled, pressing a kiss to Daniel's cheek, the kiss somehow just as longing as one on the lips would have been. "I just wanted to see you, to hear it in person. Now, do you wanna go back to your sleepover, or do you want me to take you home, or something?"

Daniel hummed in thought. "Could we just lay down here for a bit? I just like being with you..."

"Yeah, 'course..." Johnny got under the covers, patting the spot beside him with a nervous smile, and Daniel got on the bed, pulling them off Johnny. "Daniel, what--"

"Can I...?" Daniel put a hand on Johnny's thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, a sharp jolt of nerves going through him at the beautiful sound of his hitched breath. "Can I sit here, please, Johnny?"

Johnny made a sound like a dog's chew toy being ran over by a steamroller, which made Daniel laugh, but he managed: "Yeah. Yeah, that's alright..."

Daniel swung a leg over Johnny's, straddling his hips, hands cradling Johnny's face. "Just one kiss? Just say the word and I'll stop..."

Johnny admired the boy sitting on his lap, from his tousled hair all the way down to his thighs resting on his own, not to mention the smooth arch of his back. Johnny's hands wondered down his back to the curve of his ass, resisting the urge to squeeze, to flip Larusso over and take what he wanted. “One kiss,” he replied in a whisper, as if whispering, doing these things subtly was okay.

Daniel smiled at him so sweetly then, before closing his eyes and pressing his lips to Johnny’s. It was soft, faint, like a fairytale kiss; for a terrifying moment, Johnny felt as if he’d forget what it felt like if he didn’t get another one.

But he did.

Daniel’s kisses slowly melded into something of more desire, a plea, a bargain. His fingers tangled into Johnny’s hair as he let out a low moan against his lips. Johnny’s hands moved away from Daniels ass and went instead to rub his inner thighs, relishing the gentle whine against his lips, his kiss tasting like candy.

Johnny finally managed to pull away, his forehead resting against Daniel’s. “You are not playing fair,” Johnny protested, though he definitely did not mean any of the complaining tone in his voice. “That wasn’t one kiss.”

“Yeah?” Daniel grinned smugly, rolling his hips down onto Johnny’s lap, relsihing the feeling of how hard he was against him, drinking in the pretty choked noise Johnny made. “That’s usually my rule, Johnny. I can never leave well enough alone. If you want something done...” he tilted Johnny’s chin up with just his index finger, their eyes meeting with enough electricity to sting. “I’ll give it to you twice...”

“Fuck,” Johnny whispered, and next thing Daniel knew, he was being dumped onto the bed awkwardly on his side, Johnny starting out of the room.

“Johnny?” Daniel started. “What the hell, man, what are you doing?”

Johnny looked back, expression unable to hide the want in his eyes and the way his cheeks flushed. “I’m gonna get more drunk than you,” he replied. “So we’re even. Besides, I bet your fruity drinks aren’t half bad...” he winked, and with that, he wondered down the hall, leaving Daniel perplexed and particularly needy.

#yeah i should probably put a warning on my blog my goodness gracious #sorry if this is a bit all over the place with me being on my trip i just write late and its all ifndancjvewf giberioush #please feel free to send me more prompts (with specifics if you want them!) and i'll see what i can do :-)#lawrusso #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #tkk #rose's tkk rambles

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yunhoez · 3 years

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Coincide

pairings: timeskip!suna rintaro x f!reader

genre: smut, FLUFF, tiny bit of angst like for 2 seconds, followed by more fluff

warnings: NSFW 18+, swearing, orgasm denial, public sex, breeding, "bunny", not proofread (its 3 am), I think that's it but pls let me know if I missed anything

a/n: this is really self indulgent, I had this thought in the shower and something about my trash ass ex seeing me happy with suna makes my brain go brrrrr. don't worry, I'm working on that in therapy :D anyways this is my first time writing smut, lol bye! hope y'all enjoy!!! <3

There’s no reason to attend a high school reunion with people you never liked nor thought of in years. Meaningless chatter mixed with the stench of beer, while the god awful fluorescent lights sting your eyes didn’t sound appealing to you. Yet here you are, standing against the wall of the poorly decorated banquet hall with a drink you’ve hardly touched. The “Welcome Class of 2017” banner in front of you, reminded you of just how little time has passed since you’ve seen these people. If it were up to you, you would’ve ignored the e-vite and binged a show you’ve seen 100 times already. However, your sweet boyfriend, Suna Rintaro, was so eager to see where you spent your teen years and the people who knew you way before he did. Not that they would have very many stories about you, considering how much you kept to yourself, but that didn’t stop Suna from RSVPing on your behalf.

“I fucking hate you.” you spat, taking a sip of your drink, wincing at the strength.

“I know.” suna smirked, handing you his beer and taking your drink for himself.

The both of you stood close together, watching people fein happiness at the sight of each other. What was the point in attending these events if not to show off how much better you’re doing to people who no longer matter to you, if they ever did that is. Suna nudged you lightly, motioning towards a group of people coming toward the two of you.

“Hey! I didn’t think you’d be here!”

“Yeah! Me neither!” you giggle, shooting a glare towards Suna who’s already grinning at you.

Suna knows you hate small talk, but something about seeing you perk up at the memories you’ve seemingly forgotten made him feel warm inside. Although you never wanted to admit it, you missed the people who made your teen years a little less terrible. Suna wrapped his arms around your waist, settling his chin onto your head, as the two of you listened to your friends reminisce about your antics.

“I’m telling you, this girl was in detention every single day!”

“Don’t act like you weren’t there with me!” you huffed, feeling Suna’s chest rumble with laughter. No one had ever taken much interest in your life, except for Suna. It was safe to say you had no idea how to react to his attentiveness when it came to you. You looked up at him, watching how he was soaking in the memories of you, that he didn’t get to witness. He smiles widely at the thought of you picking at your chicken sandwiches, only for you to eat the bread and call it lunch.

You notice the crinkle in his eyes, as he catches you in photos on the projector screen. You cover your face, a blush creeping onto your cheeks, as everyone awes at their younger selves. Suna grabs hold of your hands and pulls them down from your face, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“You know if I went to your school, I would’ve been afraid of you.”

“Says the one who looks bored out of his mind all the time.” you tease him, your gaze still fixed on the dimly lit screen.

“Guess we’re soulmates then.” he hums into your ear, tightening his grip around your waist.

The night went by smoothly, well as smooth as it can get when you’re surrounded by people who most definitely hated each other. Suna leads you to the bar, ordering a round of shots for the two of you.

“If we’re going to be here, we might as well take advantage of the open bar.” he grins, pouring salt onto your hand and handing you the tiny glass.

“I’m sure that’s the only reason so many people showed up.” you respond, licking the salt and downing the burning liquid. Suna brings a lime wedge to your lips, you suck on it lightly as he watches you intently. He brings it to his own mouth, draining the remainder of the juice before neatly folding it in a napkin.

“So what’s the story with those two over there?” he motions to the couple arguing a few feet from you.

“Them? They always do that, one minute they’re in love and the next they’re having a Twitter war.” you say, signaling the bartender for another round.

“Does that mean we’ll get to read some drama tonight?” Suna perks up, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. You giggle, clinking your glasses together and savoring the tequila running through you quicker than you expected.

“Already feeling it, pretty?”

“Pft. No, I’m just feelin’ fuzzy.”

Suna turns you to face him, his eyes starting to glaze over from the drinks. Everything around you feels hazy, but his touch is amplified as he taps on your lips to open. He wedges the lime into your mouth, gaze fixed on the way you swallow the tart juice and pucker your lips. Placing the fruit in his glass, he attaches his lips to yours, groaning at the mix of your sweetness and the sour taste of citrus. The lingering taste of tequila was replaced with his own, your body getting drunk off of him more so than the alcohol. He places his hand onto the small of your back, pressing you into him and eliminating any space between you two. A firm poke to your thigh was enough for you to have you moan softly into his mouth. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two before snapping back onto his lips. He licks them, relishing in the haze of love and need he feels for you.

“Bathroom. Now.” he demands, throwing a wad of cash onto the bar and pulling you with him. A smile plastered on your lips as you follow close behind him, stumbling on your platforms.

The two of you stumble into the men’s bathroom, small giggles falling from your lips as Suna trips over his own foot before locking the door. You lift yourself up onto the counter, feeling the cold tile on your thighs and leaning against the mirror. Suna nudges your legs apart with his thigh, slipping in between them and running his hands up your short dress, peppering kisses along your neck.

“God, I love you.” he mumbles, pulling you closer to him and smashing his lips against yours. Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling at it slightly as he deepens the kiss and moans into your mouth. His grip on your ass tightens, before he makes his way between your legs. He lifts your dress and shoves your panties to the side, staring at the mess he’s caused.

“Always so wet for me, bunny.” he whispers into your core, placing a light kiss onto your clit. You whimper at the minimal contact and he grins, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe between your folds, savoring the taste he could never get enough of. “Fuck..” he moans, the cold metal of his ring clad fingers pumping into you slowly. The sinful moans of his name leave your mouth with no shame, the sound of him devouring you and your screams were sure to be heard from the hallway.

“Rin…” you moan out, your thighs tightening over his head as he continues to suck on your clit.

“You need me, baby?” he asks, looking up at you through his thick lashes. His honey eyes dripped with lust, as he moved his slick covered fingers to rub your clit. The small, tight circles cause your thighs to shake. “Answer me, pretty.”

“R-Rin… need you.” you stutter, feeling the familiar warmth in your stomach building up. You were so close, his fingers entering you once again and curling into your sweet spot. He grins at you, his face wet from your cunt, as he leans to press a kiss to your swollen lips. “Rin! I’m-”

“I know, baby. I got you.” he coos, going in and out of you faster. Just as you were about to reach your high, his fingers slip out of you. A mischievous grin plastered on his face, as he sucks on his fingers. You groan, covering your face and pressing your thighs together. “Ah… Ah…” He pushes your thighs apart with his body, unbuckling his belt and pulling himself out. “Thought you needed me?” He pouts, pumping himself slowly.

“I- Rin. Please, I was so close-” you whine, eyes pressed to his thick cock near your entrance.

“Spit on it.” you obey him, pursuing your lips to let the liquid fall onto his dick. He pumps himself, moaning and grabbing your face with his other hand. “Now tell me, pretty. What do you need?”

“Y-you.” you whisper, looking up at him with wide eyes as you unbutton his shirt. He places a sloppy kiss on your lips, breathing heavily when your cold hands replace his as you jerk him off. “Bend over for me.” His dark eyes watched you scramble off the counter, slipping your panties off and leaning over the sink. Your pretty face in the mirror looking back at him with pleading eyes as he rubs his cock against your cunt. He moans, pushing into you slowly, throwing his head back when he bottoms out. He stills, basking in the warmth of your plush walls.

“Fuck, Rin, move.” you huff, trying to relieve yourself.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the moment?” he responds, gripping onto your hips tightly.

“Yeah, but- Fuck!” you moan at his sharp thrusts, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you back and forth on his dick. “Sorry, bunny. Couldn’t wait.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the steady pace of his thrusts driving you close to your peak once again. You reach your hand down to your clit, but Suna slaps your hand away. You look up at him in the mirror, his loving eyes boring into you, as he rubs at your clit in fast circles.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” he praises, his head falling back, letting his moans get louder the closer he gets. “Gonna cum in you, fill you up, and make you a pretty mama.”

“Fuck- Suna, don’t- WHAT THE FUCK?” you scream, feeling the fullness of his dick leave your dripping cunt.

“Who the fuck is Suna?” he giggles to himself, his dick grinding in between your folds at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Rin, c’mon- shit!” you bite your lip, your walls clenching around him as he kneads your ass.

“Good girl.” he coos, one hand on your hip and the other pulling your dress down to let your breast fall out. He moans, gripping at the soft flesh. “You gonna let me cum in you, baby?”

“Yes, fuck… don’t stop.” you hum, your brain starting to fog up as you near your release.

“S-shit, ‘M gonna.” he hisses, feeling your walls clench as you ride out your orgasm. Your fucked out expression and loud screams of his name was enough to have him spilling into you. He moans out your name, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, before pulling out and watching him spill out of you.

“You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” you pant, looking up at the mirror to him snapping a photo of the two of you. “Rin!”

“What? It’s a good memory!” he defends, taking several photos from different angles before lifting you up and setting you down on the counter. He shoves himself back into his pants, tucking his shirt and buckling belt before averting his attention to you. Your arms wrap around his neck as he kisses you softly, mumbling sweet words into your lips. He breaks away to dampen a towel, wiping you down as you scroll through the many pictures he took. A loud knock breaks the atmosphere, followed by annoyed screams.

“Have some fucking decency, some people need to use the bathroom!”

You both look at each other, laughing loudly before putting yourselves together. Suna adjusts his shirt, leaving the top buttons open and ruffling his hair. You slip into your underwear, smoothing out your dress and reapplying your lipstick. He gives your ass a light slap before opening the door and exiting, his eyes flicker between the couple outside. Suna’s lips twitch, realizing who the man leaning against the wall is. A smug expression spreads across his face, as he reaches his hand out for you.

“Sorry your sex life’s so boring.” he grins. You grasp his hand, walking out and nodding to the couple, recognizing the familiar set of eyes that you once adored.

“Sorry about that, bathroom's all yours.”

You squeeze Suna’s hand twice, a signal the two of you made up for when you’re feeling anxious. He quickly wraps his arm around your waist, pressing you into his side and placing a soft kiss onto your head. He hums quietly, leading the two of you out of the banquet hall and out to the garden. You stop at a bench, overlooking the city. The soft chirps of crickets and Suna’s intoxicating scent grounds you, a sense of relief washing over you.

“Fuck high school reunions, can’t believe you wanted to come here.” he jokes, pulling you onto his lap and holding you.

“Oh, shut up. You loved every minute of it.” you nuzzled into his chest.

“Particularly the bathroom part.” he hummed. “You okay?”

You sighed happily into his chest, nodding in response.

“So, tell me, what did the side bang do for you?”

“Shut the fuck up, Rintaro.” you hiss, getting up from his grasp, only for him to pull you back and attack your neck with kisses. Your laugh fills his ears, followed by your small fists punching his arm lightly in an attempt to get him to stop tickling you. A blush creeps onto his cheeks, the overwhelming feeling of love feels his body. He pauses his attack, your love laced insults about how irritating he could be was music to his ears. You’d never admit it to Suna, but you were glad he dragged you here. Seeing how his usual deadpan expression changed every time you were talked about made your heart swell. Maybe these things weren’t that bad, as long as he was by your side.

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likeastarstar · 2 years

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Proof of Work Ch. 2: Empathize

read ch.1 here

(A/N: Feedback is appreciated! I hope you guys like this chapter, I really wanted to detail the dynamic btw OC and jk and dig more into the dumb and dumber duo lol. things will heat up pretty fast after this!)

Summary: a week after getting assigned an impossible project at work, your impossible project partner Jungkook and you are forced to work together...chaos and uncontrollable physical thoughts insue!

masterlist.

Having Jungkook as a coworker was impossible.

He barely answered texts, he was always in mysterious meetings when you tried to ask him questions at work, and never held the elevator door for you.

He was entirely frustrating and annoyingly enough you forgave him for all of it because he was so good at apologizing. He brought you coffee and made you laugh and let you borrow his phone charger whenever you asked for it.

It was annoying how his pros really did outweigh the cons but this, THIS was the final straw.

"Jungkook," You seethed, "It's been a week and we haven't even came up with research for user profiles for this fucking project."

"Well you've shot down every idea I've had-"

"Your only two ideas were pooling for focus group candidates on a college campus and a fucking roller rink." You snapped, crossing your arms.

"I thought it could be fun to go roller skating," He grumbled, twiddling his thumbs in his lap.

"I'm telling boss that we can't do this together, one of us will just have to take the account and be done with it," You decided, turning on your heels.

Jungkook called your name but you ignored him, already halfway to your boss' office.

You weren't sure how she'd respond to your complaint- but it wasn't this. You had just finished ranting when she quirked her eyebrow, making you freeze involuntarily, any other arguments you had built up dying on your tongue.

She was terrifying- how did she have any friends? Did she have any friends? Jungkook shuddered next to you, sneakers squeaking against the floor as he shifted slightly to hide behind you. He had caught up to you quickly, storming into her office behind you and arguing that you needed to relax and just go with his plan.

Coward.

"You can't possibly research user profile data accurately unless you're on the same page. Get to know each other before starting- that's not a suggestion, that's a part of your job." She said with determination, "Or you can quit the project and I'll consider it your resignation."

You opened your mouth, a strange, creaking sound flying out of your throat.

"Sorry, no, we'll work it out," Jungkook said quickly, "You'll have a functional user profile assessment with research data to back it up in a week."

He grabbing your hand, tugging you out of her office before you could say another word. You creaked again, staring off in shock. Jungkook's face shoved its way into your vision, wide eyes staring back at you in alarm, "Are you gonna puke? Are you gonna cry?"

You creaked in response, longer this time, with a squeaky cry at the end that made Jungkook recoil in fear.

Resignation? RESIGNATION?

You had worked to get this job for three years- how could all of that work be dangling on a string tied to this one project? Did your boss hate you? Did she want you to fail?

It wasn't an option- resignation wasn't an option, failing wasn't an option. Your only option was standing right in front of you, staring at you like you were an explosive weapon. You closed your mouth, standing up straight with a neutral expression, which only scared Jungkook more.

"Let's go," You said suddenly, squeezing your hand in Jungkook's because for some reason he never let go of it when he towed you out of your boss' office.

"Where?" Jungkook asked nervously, letting you pull him towards the elevator.

"We're going on a date."

You made him choose where to eat, wanting to do exactly what you were told to do, which was get to know him in some desperate attempt to understand him. He chose a restaurant you had never heard of, a food you had been too scared to ever try. You agreed reluctantly, trying to be a big girl about it but you were nervous. Jungkook, completely oblivious to your food fear grinned and bounced his way into the restaurant in true bunny fashion.

"Does it...I mean, is it chewy? It looks really chewy," You whispered, looking up at Jungkook across the table anxiously.

"No, it's good." Jungkook insisted with an amused look on his face, "Here, try."

You watched him assemble what must've been a perfect bite and opened your mouth reflexively, waiting for him to feed you. He held the spoon out towards your hand for a moment before pausing, realizing you didn't intend to take it from him at all. You watched a blush creep on his cheeks and laughed, still holding your mouth open.

"Come on, feed me," You urged, opening your mouth wider. "We're meant to be getting to know each other, remember?"

He smiled awkwardly before leaning over the table, pushing the spoon against your tongue and watching deliberately as you closed your lips around it. He pushed out a slow breath as he eased the spoon from your mouth, wiping the bottom of your lip with the pad of his thumb carefully.

You savored the bite, tilting your head pensively as he slowly sunk back into his seat across from you, watching Jungkook's large eyes flick back and forth from your mouth to your eyes.

"Is it good?" He asked quietly, tone softer than it was a moment ago. "So good," You agreed, smiling at him.

He stared at your mouth, watching your jaw flex and unflex, chewing thoroughly before shaking his head, grinning casually after a beat of tension, "Let's play a game- we'll take turns asking questions and by the end of it, we'll know each other more and we can get on with this project."

"Ask me anything," You agreed, taking the spoon from his hands and getting more food for yourself.

He joined you, taking the spoon that was meant to be yours now laying abandoned on the table by your elbow for himself.

"Tea or coffee?"

Tea. He liked coffee more, said he needed it since he stays up so late.

"So, I'm guessing you're a night owl and not an early bird?" You mused, asking him a question of your own this time.

Jungkook laughed, nodding his head, "Exactly, yeah. I've got a question- when's the last time you went out on a real date."

He was studying you carefully, steel eyes tracking you like a hawk. You sat up straighter, feeling on edge. You frowned, trying to pick your words carefully. The answer depended on who was asking. If it was your mother, you'd say it's because you're focusing on your careers. If it's your best friend, you'd be honest.

But it was Jungkook, your hot, annoying coworker.

"It hasn't been that long. How'd you know I was single?" You asked nervously.

He shrugged cockily, a small smirk gracing his lips. You didn't know how Jungkook got away with being so smug, so arrogant. Then again, yes you did because he let out a geeky little giggle after, his shoulder shaking slightly, "I can sense these things. The question is, why are you single? Is it your control freaky ways?"

"You're so mean," You grumbled, hanging your head pathetically. He was right- it was. Why did he care?

"Hey, I didn't say it was a bad thing!" He insisted, still laughing at you, "Nothing wrong with being a little freaky."

You glared at him, rolling your eyes, "Sweet or salty?"

He smiled wistfully, accepting the shift in conversation with a tilt of his head, "Sweet."

You grinned, "Me too."

The game continued on like that, the two of you asking questions in rapid succession.

Jungkook liked to talk with his hands a lot. You watched his fingers twist into shapes, emphasizing whatever it was he was trying to tell you. How were his hands that big? You tracked the veins running down his forearm, hidden by tattoos and peeking through bare spots on his skin, pulsing through the tops of his palms. You felt wetness pool in your mouth as he turned his hand over, palm side up, the width of Jungkook's hand dramatically large in comparison to the thinness of his wrist.

His fingers were thick and long, bruises and callouses around his knuckles no doubt from doing all that boxing he always bragged to you about. He said he was good, like really good. You wondered if he'd let you watch sometime, maybe show you how to throw a punch.

Why were his hands so hot? His hands were well cared for and manicured, clean enough to slip into your mouth and suck-

"So what do you think?" Jungkook asked, tilting his hands out towards you.

You froze, stopping yourself from your wild train of thought, "Huh?"

"About heading back to the office to plan out how we're gonna get this research pool going?"

Right- the project. This wasn't an actual date.

Duh.

"Sure," you grinned, "Let's go."

"We just need a plan," You announced, staring at the ceiling, hoping the entire building would collapse and swallow you up.

"You've said that five times- I get it, we need a plan. Are you ever going to come up with one or are you just gonna wait for me to make one?" Jungkook pointed out, staring at you over a pair of kaleidoscope glasses you had no idea why he put on as soon as the two of you got back to work.

You groaned, swiveling your chair in slow circles as if that was going to help you catch a clue. Rebranding an entire company seemed impossible- it was a death sentence for you and your career. Things seemed to go from worse to worser every time you tried to break down the list of problems you had to fix.

The only silver lining you had wasn't as much of a silver lining as it was a line of silver piercings, currently bobbing up and down childishly in his chair. Jungkook had dragged you into one of the conference rooms in the office as soon as the two of you got back from your pseudo date, claiming that isolating yourselves away from your other coworkers was the only way to be productive.

So far, all the two of you had done was play three rounds of tic tac toe.

"Did you really make us sit in here to work or were you just trying to hide so you could slack off all day?" You asked him, drumming your fingers on the large table.

He grinned, spinning his chair around to face you, "I did it so we could slack off, aren't I just the best?"

The truth was, you really couldn't blame any of this on him when you yourself weren't doing much of anything at all. You were almost jealous of the way he could be so carefree, so easygoing in the face of a massive problem. And his hair- how was his hair so fucking perfect after working all day? You looked like a rat and he looked perfect. It was irritating.

"Wait- I have an idea," Jungkook gasped, sitting up straight. You twisted towards his direction, eyes wide and at full attention. Jungkook's brows were furrowed, slowly raising his hands in the air and miming out a box with intense focus. He acted as if he was tilting the box, nodding pensively before holding up both hands and-

Squeezing.

Curling his fingers around air in a pulsing motion almost like he was honking a pair of boobs.

"Jungkook!" You reprimanded, crumbling into a ball of despair while Jungkook remained entertained by his imaginary boobs.

"I'm just kidding- here, put these on and listen." He laughed, sliding the pair of glasses over to you.

You frowned, taking them gingerly and pushing them on your nose,

"Why did you bring these?"

"They help me focus. Anyway- I have a plan."

"They're warm," You grimaced, wondering how hot his face must be to warm the plastic. The colors around you fragmented, painting the world in a million different shades and covering the ugly parts of reality. You could see how these help him focus, you couldn't even remember what you were so stressed out about a minute ago, distracted by the pretty pretty shapes floating around.

"Got them nice and cozy for you, baby. Skinsense- surgically inspired skincare aimed towards the illusive ideal of perfection." Jungkook listed in a dramatic tone, reading off the client webpage you had studied for days in nauseating detail. "First problem- they're promising perfection. Too broad, right? Write that down. Second problem, all the pictures on this website are of the most random stock photo models I've ever seen, they're all so ugly. Are you writing this all down?"

"I can't write with these on," You said lamely, shoving the glasses off. "And anyway, first we need to build up a clientele profile. We need to cater towards a specific market. Like you said, the random stock photo models aren't cutting it and there's got to be a reason why product isn't selling- Skinsense has no direction."

"Okay, so we do research to find out exactly what the market is looking for in cosmetics products and how to convince them to buy this shit." He snapped, leaning back into his chair. He threw his arms up and crossed them behind his head, a cocky little smirk on his face. "Write that down."

You narrowed your eyes at him, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at him. He was so annoying, so infuriatingly smug with nothing to back it up with. This was his problem, he had all of these ideas and yet, hated coding them. You could see where this was heading- you doing all of the work and him getting all of the credit. What was next? Jungkook passing you up for a promotion while you're still stuck at being the office dumbo? No way, no way-

"Maybe we can do a focus group or survey people at the mall." You suggested with a shrug.

"Well, actually..." Jungkook mumbled, trailing off.

"What?" You asked nervously, entirely too scared of the look on his face.

This was going to be a pain in your ass, wasn't it?

You stared ahead blankly, wondering how on Earth you got to this point. Maybe you really were dumb. You had to be, nothing short of an idiot would let Jungkook convince them that the way to build a user profile for the Skinsense site was to come here- a pilates studio on the rich side of town.

"This is our clientele," Jungkook said confidently, crossing his arms with a smug smile on his face.

You looked around the room, turning your head slowly towards him with an exhausted expression on your face. You knew exactly why he did this- why he was so insistent on waking up at the crack ass of dawn to force you into taking a hot pilates class. There could only be one reason behind a man who insisted that boxing was the best workout ever would volunteer to do this.

Everyone else in the room was a very specific type of person- prim and proper, rich ladies with a large bank account and even larger, extremely perky asses. You narrowed your eyes as you looked around, wanting to shoot this idea down but you had to admit- these women had very nice skin.

"You are such a boy," You seethed, glaring at the sea of sports bras and tight leggings.

"I'm all man, baby. Let's get it," He grinned, eyes drifting towards a particularly bouncy blonde.

"You have to stop calling me baby," You mumbled, trailing after him.

"I'm gonna talk to some people, you know- ask about their skincare routines. Maybe get their contact information for a focus group," Jungkook mused, grazing the room with his eyes. What he meant was: he's going to hit on a bunch of women.

Things only got worse. The actual class was Hellish, stretching you out in ways you hadn't ever experienced before. It was so difficult you could feel yourself getting lightheaded at some points, which didn't get much better when you looked over at Jungkook, who sailed through every move the instructor modeled, all with the cheesiest grin on his face. You got distracted watching the way his legs flexed and stretched to hold him in impossible positions. His thin waist flashed alluringly when he bent over backwards in a bridge hold, exposed by his thin shirt riding all the way up.

You were weirdly thankful for the heaters blasting you from all directions for giving you an excuse for your flushed complexion. Jungkook's sex appeal was really starting to get to you. It wasn't your fault, any girl in your position would be having the same thoughts. This was all because of that fake date earlier- he was right, you hadn't been on a real one in way too long.

Looking at Jungkook made you feel lonely- more single than ever. Why was that?

The class ended before you could self analyze to death. He had already gotten three phone numbers from women, chatting up just about everyone in the room about their skincare routines and how amazing their complexion looked, slipping in charismatic compliments that had every girl blushing. You did your best to match him, making polite conversation with the girls in the back who seemed to be struggling just as much as you. They were nice and told you all about their ideal skincare, barely recognizing the brand when you name dropped Skinsense.

You had your work cut out for you.

"Okay, I'll admit it," You said after the class was over, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. "You're good."

"I told you, I know what I'm doing," Jungkook smirked, wiping the back of his neck with a towel. He was dripping, the white shirt he had on clinging to his body, outlining thick pecs and chiseled abs. It was...distracting. "I think I got enough information to know how to make a user profile, what about you?"

"Yeah, I think I've got it too. Why are you so fucking sweaty?" You frowned, enchanted by the way his body looked at the moment. His skin gleamed, a bead of sweat running down his carotid.

"I dunno, I run hot. Im always like this." He shrugged, pulling his shirt up to inspect how soaked it was, revealing his abs more. Your head ducked instinctively, leaning in closer to get a better look at his exposed skin before stopping yourself.

"You're always sweaty?"

"Yeah, are you always dry?" Jungkook said, reaching out to touch the back of your arm, checking for perspiration.

"When I'm not wet." Your mouth said it faster than your brain processed that this was Jungkook you were speaking to, making you pause for a beat after in regret.

Jungkook stared at you with the beginnings of a smile on his face, a stuttered, shocked laugh caught in the back of his throat.

"You should see someone about this," You said, moving on quickly and dragging a finger down the side of his neck, running through the sweat there.

"Y-Yeah, probably," Jungkook mumbled, stunned.

"Let's go- will you drive me home? I don't feel like walking and your car has a great AC system," You asked, already walking towards the exit because Jungkook never said no to you.

A week later, you submitted the user profile and it was flawless- completely operational, perfectly understandable from all angles, it just worked. You knew exactly what the clientele was looking for and what Skinsense needed to become in order to fill it.

"Did she say anything?" You asked nervously, nudging Jungkook in the shoulder.

You were standing above him at his desk, too anxious to keep refreshing your e-mail yourself. You had submitted the progress update to your boss as promised and were waiting for a response. He hummed in response, shrugging nonchalantly. You made a noise of annoyance, peeved that he didn't seem nervous at all. No, nothing even seemed to bother him at all- the only small sign of discomfort was his persistently tapping foot beneath his desk.

"She messaged-" Jungkook muttered.

You gasped and shoved him out of the way, sending him flying on his wheelie chair. Jungkook squeaked in protest and you felt him hook a finger into your belt loop to anchor himself to you, pulling himself back towards his computer by it.

You scanned the screen, mumbling through the email, "She approves- we're good, we're not fired."

"I doubt she was really gonna fire us," Jungkook grumbled.

"We did it!" You cheered, turning towards him with a grin on your face.

You were elated, over the moon, so incredibly happy.

"I told you," Jungkook said softly, a small smile on his face, "We make a good team."

"Yeah," You agreed, "We do."

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hannahhasnofriends · 3 years

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two people one bed | dream

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summary: famous bed sharing trope!

pairing: dream x reader

warnings: swearing, fluff :)

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this fic was weird to write bc i normally write that the character calls him clay but with the setting it didn't seem right lmao – also psa, i have very little knowledge about constellations but i thought it was cute so i left it in lol

many members from the dsmp decided to take a road trip together (yes they clowned on dream the whole time)

it was a week long trip and it was finally the last day! you'd went cross country, stopping at a few different airbnbs along the way

and at this point, you were kind of over it😐don't get me wrong, it'd been an amazing trip, but you'd had little to no alone time in a week and you were just relieved to be going home after this

until you saw the last house, where someone had to share a bed.... and you and dream had just happened to pull out the two shortest straws…

‘Damn it.’ You mentally rolled your eyes, of course you’d end up the one to share a bed on the last day. You’d been driving all day and considering it was only one night, you had no mental energy to argue over sharing. Dream didn’t even seem phased at the fact, honestly you almost felt bad about how annoyed you were with everyone with how nice he’d been about it all. But he was always like this, he was always kind to you.

That was until you rolled over for the hundredth time that night. The space between the pillow wall you'd built and the edge of the bed was seeming to get smaller and smaller as the night went on. Even though the air was thick in the room, your feet were cold from Dream hogging the blanket and the bed would shake every few minutes from his constant movement. You could tell he was awake even though he was staying silent, and you tried your hardest not to let out an annoyed huff.

Finally, he shifted to peer over the pillow wall. In the dark you could still make out his green eyes and fluffy hair.

"You awake?" He whispered. You groaned internally, literally why does this man want to have a conversation now?

"No."

"Oh come on now, you can't say that and be asleep. I cant't sleep. We should do something." He shifted again so his forearms were leaning against the wall, basically destroying it.

"We are doing something. It's called trying to sleep so we can wake up at a good hour and go home." You sighed, screwing your eyes shut.

"It's only like 1 in the morning, we have plenty of time to sleep. Come on.. please, it'll be fun." Whatever, fine, maybe he'll actually calm the fuck down after this.

"Fine. What the hell can we even do right now." You opened your eyes up again, staring at the ceiling.

"We can go for a drive?" You can hear the smile in his voice. This man's love for driving was absurd.

"Uh how about no? We've literally been in the car all day and I'd rather not go back until we have to." You finally turned to face him, he wore a lopsided grin and a crooked pajama shirt. Cute.

"Fine, fine. How about we just go for a walk, yeah?" You grumbled, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and grabbing the hoodie you left on the floor. No way in hell were you changing for this, it was bad enough you were even indulging in it.

“Alright,” He grinned in your direction, slipping a pair of shoes on. “We can walk to that clearing with the little pond we saw on our way here, it's not far."

"That's fine but can we please not be out forever? I'm serious about getting sleep." You recalled the place he was talking about, it was pretty over there. Plus, you were pretty sure you could see the stars tonight.

Dream hummed, "Yeah, yeah grumpy. Let's go and be quiet, I don't want to wake anyone."

"Didn't seem to mind waking me up." You rolled your eyes, the audacity.

"Not my fault you got stuck sharing with me." He elbowed your side lightly.

You decided to keep quiet after that, slipping out of the airbnb. It wasn't cold, but there was enough chill to make goosebumps rise on your skin.

The walk there was silent, both of you just taking in the scenery. Your mind was replaying all your favorite moments from the past week, sure you were tired and ready to sleep in your own bed, but you were grateful for the people around you and how happy you'd been the past 6 days. Dream had invited you to come along almost last minute compared to everyone else. He had messaged you one night and told you he was paying for everything and would be happy if you came, and who could say no to that?

"What? What is it?" Dream had his eyes on you as you came to a stop, reaching your destination. "What's with the smile, I thought you were grumpy."

"Shut up. I'm just thinking about the past week. I had a really good time, I'm really glad I came, thank you for inviting me." You rolled your eyes, but the smile stayed put.

Dream hummed, "Me too. Honestly I thought you were gonna say no when I asked you." He chuckled as his arm raised to the back of neck, scratching slightly.

"Really? What makes you say that?" Your nose scrunched slightly, you guys had always had a good relationship, you always enjoyed hanging out with him.

"I don't know! I guess I thought you wouldn't want to spend that much time with me." He was smiling, but you could tell he was being serious.

You frowned, "I'd never say no to something like this. I know I'm 'grumpy' or whatever but I seriously like spending time with you, all of you."

"Thanks, I like spending time with you too." He turned to face you, but you tilted your head up, getting a good look at the stars. Your heart softened at his words, he really was a good man.

There was a moment of silence before you spoke up again, "Do you know any constellations?"

"Uh, I can find Leo probably." His head tilted up to match yours and you snorted.

"Of course you can." You smiled and shook your head, typical Leos.

"Oh, there it is, here look." His finger pointed up at the sky, your eyes following where it led.

"There?" You asked, raising your own finger. Dream shifted behind you, close enough to feel his breath on your neck. He hooked his hand on yours and moved your finger up slightly, "Here." He murmured. His skin was soft against yours, you felt his heartbeat on your back and you could smell his aroma.

Neither of you moved, you could feel him turn his head to look at you. Your cheeks heated and you slowly lowered both your hands. You tilted your head to meet his eyes, your noses were barely touching. The beating in your chest grew faster and your mind whirled as you saw him lean in, just so slightly.

You pulled away and turned around quickly, "We should get back." You cleared your throat. Your palms were still sweating, but for a second your thoughts went blank.

"Um, yeah sure." He shoved his hands in his pockets and started his way back to the airbnb. You stood there for a moment before following after him.

What the actual fuck just happened. You were going to kiss him? Or was he going to kiss you? None of that even matters since you'd just rejected him. You cursed yourself as you kept trudging on.

This whole thing was a hot mess, it wasn't like you didn't like him, it was just you'd never thought about it before. Sure, you'd flirt with him in call or make dumb suggestive jokes, but you'd always assure yourself there was nothing underlying there. They were just jokes.

But now you couldn't stop thinking about it, his soft skin against yours, his heartbeat, the way his eyes looked so intensely into your own. Your brain kept repeating it over and over again, it made you sick.

By the time you reached the airbnb again, you began to hate how you yearned to be touched by him again. That, ok fine, you did want him to kiss you but you chickened out. He didn't help by holding the door open for you when sneaking back inside. You mumbled a thanks, not daring to look at him. You could still feel him behind you as you tiptoed back to your room, which you just conveniently forgot you had to share.

You got situated as fast as you could, climbing back into the bed, holding your breath as you went. You waited to feel the dip in the bed signally him coming to lay next to you. When it didn't come, you peeked at his side, he stood there gathering a pillow and his phone before turning to leave. Your heartbeat sped up again.

"Clay," You sat up before you could stop yourself. "Wait, can- can you stay. Please." Your voice wobbled, but the moments back at the clearing kept playing again and you couldn't just sit there anymore.

He turned around shifting his feet, "Yeah, yeah sure." His eyes seemed to soften at the expression on your face.

Your hand swiped at the pillow wall, this time completely dismantling it and you lied back down. You felt the weight shift as he settled next to you, your breath was still shaky. He lied down facing you, eyes searching your face.

"Hi." You whisper, nerves come rushing back now that he's here again.

"Hi." He chuckles and smiles softly. His eyes are still searching your face, he looks uncertain.

"I– Well I–"

"Listen, don't worry about it. I was dumb I don't even know what I was thinking. We can just forget it." He interrupts you, his eyes darting down and cheeks flushing.

"That's not what I was gonna say." You faltered. He stares quizzically, silently asking you to continue. "Well I-I first wanted to apologize, I was a dick back there. And um.."

The words taper off, lost. You feel his gaze bore into your face, he tentatively raised his arm from inside the covers, hooking your chin with a finger.

"It's ok." He whispers affirmatively. The consequences are instant, your nerves slow and you can only focus on how close he is. His eyes find yours, and he no longer seems uncertain. "Can I kiss you?"

You can only nod, so sure of your decision.

And he does.

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