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ladylooch · 1 month

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Okay here is an idea for Timo and Emma

Somewhat angsty lol

So maybe life is really busy with the 4 kids and it’s been a little while where Em and T were able to have some time alone. So maybe every little either Timo does or the kids do sets Emma off and she is easily irritated and annoyed. Like maybe making lunch for the kids and they don’t want to eat what she has cooked or Timo is gone longer than he said and Emma missed her workout class. So Timo is like okay obviously you have some tension let me help you loosen up 🥵and so they run off during the kids nap time

By Emma’s calculations, she should be about to her cooldown right now in her pilates class. She should be sweaty, but relieved to have gotten a work out in with how crazy the family schedule has been this week. Instead, she is sitting on the couch, monitoring Logan and Liam as their play time borders on becoming a slap fest.

Timo is still not home.

He was supposed to be home two hours ago. Emma keeps getting texts from him with updates.

I’m going to be a little later than I thought.

Still going here, babe. Need a bit more time.

15 minutes or so and I’ll be on my way.

I just left. I’m getting home as fast as I can.

Fuck, I’m so sorry!

Emma believes him. She knows those RPMs on that Mercedes of his are going to be roaring through the streets of New Jersey. She had asked for one thing this week. ONE THING from her now retired NHL player of a husband. It was to make sure that he was at home by 1:00pm so she could hit her pilates class. Emma knows he is doing hard work right now. He is getting more involved in his friend’s clothing company that he has invested in for years. Now, that Timo has the time, he has been asked to be more of a decision maker. Timo is very excited about the prospect and Emma is supportive. But she has needs too. Very hot ones that have not been met by her husband in weeks.

“Logan.” Emma murmurs, watching him start to pat at his brother. A string of words in Swiss German and English come bumbling out of his mouth with none of them being coherent. “Baby, no. Hands to yourself.” The twins, who practically came out holding hands, do not understand this concept. “Be nice.” Emma finishes. Another thing they don’t understand as two year old terrors.

“Baby! I’m here!” Timo calls into the house before he looks around. His eyes land on his wife so close. “Oops. Sorry. I thought you would be upstairs.” He flips his wrist, looking at his watch. “Can you still make it?”

“At 1:45? No.” Emma snaps.

“Okay. Fuck. I’m so sorry. Is there a later one you can go to… or…” Timo purses his lips at the irritation puling her eyebrows together. “No? Okay.” He scratches at the back of his neck. “Um, how can I make it up to you?”

Emma gives him props for the awareness and recognition and the genuine apology. But she doesn’t feel like she was asking for too much. One thing. In the millions of things that she has sacrificed for him in his career. Today she wanted one fucking thing.

“Make it on time tomorrow, please.” She says tightly.

“Yes, I will. Promise.” He comes to the living room. He kneels down by the babies then drops a big palm on each of the twins heads. “Hannah coming today?”

“No, she is on vacation with her friends. It’s us against the kids.”

“Oh yeah, Tulum.” Timo grins. “Good mems, eh?”

“Mhm.” Em agrees. Timo craws over to her on the floor, literally on his knees.

“I’m really sorry. You know that?” Emma nods. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Okay, can you just yell at me?” Timo groans, putting his forehead on her thigh.

“No. I don’t want to.” Emma shrugs.

“This feels worse.”

“Than me yelling at you? Good lord. We needed therapy more than we knew.” She leans forward, cupping both his cheeks. She kisses him deeply, letting her tongue swipe along the seam of his lips. He sighs, reaching a big hand around to the back of her neck. They make out like that, touching tongues and soft moans to each other until they’re both worked up. Liam comes to smooch their faces, breaking them out of their trace as Logan comes too.

“Gonna bend that sweet ass over my knee tonight. When all the babies are in bed.” He murmurs hotly in her ear so the boys can’t hear. Emma smiles at him as he settles into the couch next to her with Liam. Logan curls into Emma’s arms. His little feet go over to his brother and he starts kicking. Liam begins to do the same immediately.

“Hey!” Emma and Timo say at the same time, grabbing the feet of the respective twin in their arms.

“They just had to be boys.” Emma chuckles, leaning her back into Timo. He wraps an arm across her chest, gripping her opposite shoulder to keep her close.

“The universe knew I couldn’t have three girls.” Timo laughs as Logan starts to gnaw on Timo’s arm. Emma cups his little chin, wiggling it so he releases his dad’s skin. Emma smirks at the sweet grin he gives her. He looks like a little dinosaur with his jagged teeth.

“Yeah, that is probably true.” She finally responds.

Two more Livys would surely put Timo in an early grave.

#tm: loving & leaving

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oldsargasso · 2 months

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Winner baking a cake for Dean!!! It's probably slightly burnt and the icing is messy and it makes Dean so happy that Winner has to like, go out and do ten misdeeds just to feel like his feet are touching the ground.

And yes, yes exactly that with Kenta's baking! I'm sure that even though Kenta has years of administrative and business development experience, he can't put any of it on a resume because 1: human trafficking ring, and 2: Tony never actually hired him. Does he even know what benefits are? I think he'd only start looking for a job out of necessity, but it would probably take him a while to have any sort of motivation to do anything, like, he's gotta work his way up from "remembering to eat" and such before he can even think about a job.

Maybe he tries a stint at Way's dealership for a bit, but working high dollar sales reminds him too much of what he used to sell, and he feels sick to his stomach every day and quits before the week is out. A bakery would be much nicer, if he does end up working! But there's something special about the things he bakes at home for his pack.

YES A LITTLE BIT OF SWEAT HEHEHE

It turns out they're not helpful at ALL with cleaning, aside from the damp cloth that Kim drags in slow, meaningful strokes across Kenta's skin, pulling Kenta's chin towards him and holding eye contact the entire time. But eventually he just puts the rag down and starts groping underneath Kenta's apron the way he's wanted to all morning, and he mouths sweet compliments into Kenta's ear that have him blushing and whining in confusion.

Winner actively makes the mess worse, like he literally just blows flour all over Kenta like "Oops" with the shittiest grin on his face. Kenta does NOT understand what is going on SDFSSDF

At one point, Dean gets down on his knees (I think Dean is really into giving bjs tbh) and ducks beneath the apron. "Let me clean you up down here, too," he says cheekily, and Kenta is just like "Dean what are you talking about. I didn't get any flour down th- oh fuck." (Winner absolutely makes a comment later on about Dean's dirty talk sounding like a line from a porno and Dean probably bites him for it)

Oh the thought of Kenta helping in the garage is so nice!! Let him get all greasy yes hehehe

I'm obsessed with Kenta being so naive during all these scenarios I just love him so much!!! Eventually he is at least going to catch on to "Winner is telling me to take my shirt off = he wants to have sex" but mentally skips over the "they just like seeing me" part of the equation.

KENTA'S BLOODY JEANS DGDFGG KENTA DID YOU HAVE A HEAVY SHARK WEEK OR DID YOU HAVE TOO MUCH KNIFE TIME???? Also Kim absolutely DOES get fussy about the laundry, but Kenta, dear, maybe the clothes weren't the only thing he was upset about.

Of COURSE it would be Winner. He's just SO thoughtful like that.

And GOD, Kim's heavy gaze on Kenta????? I'D DIE. I'd combust, actually. He had BETTER bend Kenta over the hood of that car, pinning him so he has to watch Winner jack Dean off, THANKS.

it's taken me so long!! to reply to this I just wanted to try and match the beauty of it

screaming YES. Winner having to go and do bad things just to feel like a normal person again. I think making Kim smile is the easiest - just feels normal for Winner, it's part of their usual communication; whereas making Kenta smile feels like a reward because he has to work for it. and then Dean smiling is like a little gift because he does smile but sometimes it's so sweet and pretty it can't be anything other than a present just for Winner.

I think Kenta WAS on Tony's payroll but only so Tony could expense it. all the money Kenta was paid went straight back to Tony. but I also wonder like, living at Tony's mansion, spending basically all his time with Tony - what's Kenta experience with money? he gets it on like, a business macro level - Tony's business (legal and not) moves in the millions of baht. Kenta probbaly just has a card he hands over for things like petrol and food when he's out running around. he's probably never had to do a personal budget, or pay rent, or things like that. but anyway. he would THRIVE in a service-type labour job. not so much customer service because people but like, the repetition and the way he can immediately see the results of what he's making, it's tangible! not numbers on a spreadsheet or stock market graphs. and not heavy in his hands like the tiny hands he used to hold.

pain @ selling cars just reminding him of selling kids!! no!!

sorry now I'm like stuck thinking about Tony's succession plans and whatnot lmao. (I'm an accountant I can't help it) I will try and focus on KENTA BAKING FOR HIS PACK sdhvbaskvb I cannot. do you think he makes a variety of things and carefully takes note of which ones each of them seem to gravitate to the most, rather than just asking what their favourites are? DO YOU THINK the other three all make him a birthday cake and it's the first one he's ever truly received?

what they're helping!! so helpful! Kim being the only one actually helpful for a bit is sooo onbrand. he's just so gentle and sweet all! the! time! genuinely I think Kenta would just. shatter the first time he experiences it full-force. going back to our talks about kinbaku etc, I think it would really take Kenta a while to understand that sex can be dirty and rough AND ALSO sweet and loving all at the same time. like, just because he likes getting tied up and held down (held together) doesn't mean he doesn't also deserve soft little kisses while that's happening.

(I think Dean is really into giving bjs tbh) GREAT MINDS!! and Winner's one to talk about Dean's terrible dirty talk when HE'S the one who keeps saying shit like "I think you need something else to occupy your mouth" whenever Dean gets a bit smart with it. (one day...we should sit down and go through what we think each of these four like and don't like. we've discussed some things but there can always be more!)

it would take Kenta SO LONG to see himself as an object of desire. for so long he's been a useful tool! he has worth in what he can DO not in what he looks like, so of course he thinks, well they want to have sex because I can do xyz for them…. eventually he will internalise that they want to have sex with him because it's HIM.

it was KNIFE TIME!! lmao. Kenta doesn't usually get messy with it but some people deserve it, you know? and that guy had been a bit more alert than Kenta had originally thought; he'd fought back quicker and harder than the others had so far, and got a few good hits in before Kenta could get his blade up and across the guy's thigh (femoral artery, it's messy and it's effective). he comes home and his clothes are heavy and stiff with dried blood - he takes the long, circuitous, double back and false turns route after these jobs - to just one light left on. Winner's up late (he's not waiting up okay he just can't sleep and it has nothing to do with not everyone being home) normally it's Kim who helps Kenta out of his shoes and into the shower, but he's sound asleep after a rough practice (and perhaps taking out his anxiety in another rough way) so it's Winner this time, steady sturdy arms around him and still-surprising gentle hands testing to make sure the water's the perfect temperature before he puts Kenta under the flow.

can't stop my deep abiding belief that Kim is the only one of them who can be trusted with a washing machine. he's the only one that wears a variety of colours (maybe Winner but we know he's not doing his own washing) so he's the only one who knows not to just throw everything in there at once! he tries to teach them but like…who can really concentrate on what Kim's saying when the way he says it is so compelling? I guess he will just have to teach them all again 😔

he WILL bend Kenta over the hood of that car, and Kenta will thank him for it. "look, Dean's putting on such a pretty show, don't you think he deserves to see something nice as well? look how sweet and easy Dean's being, don't you want to be sweet and easy for me?" and Kenta biting down on his lip until he bleeds because he doesn't want to make any sound, just wants to hear Kim keep talking to him just like that. (meanwhile Winner is saying some very not nice things to Dean 😈)

#pit babe #pit babe polycule

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mangatxt · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @creativenicocorner; thanks nico!!

tagging @kreauxlighe @tomezeme @mosshook @carriecmoney and anyone else who wants to do this. no pressure!

answers under the cut

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

489k. i want that half-million by year's end.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently, i only write mp100 fics. my ao3 has some older fics from hq!! and a couple other fandoms I used to write for.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i'm not gonna list them out because they're all older stuff i'm less enthusiastic about recommending now. the top four are daisuga (hq!!) fics I wrote in college, and the fifth is an inukoko fic I wrote before tokrev ended.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to keep up with them. It means a lot to me when people take time out of their day to send me their thoughts, and I've made a lot of friends from it! But I get overwhelmed and behind on it sometimes, and then I'm like... I probably shouldn't respond to this until I post a new chapter. oops.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hands down, weekly consultation (mp100, gen, mcd).

second place goes to the one for the road (tr, kokoinu), which ends in a breakup.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most of my fics have happy endings.

the parachute candidate (mp100, serirei) has a pretty happy ending. so do halo effect (mp100, serirei) and phototropic (mp100, gen).

but i think the happiest ending is probably the twelfth annual rising sun spiritual union holiday decoration contest (mp100, serirei), because reigen wins money instead of more time with roshuuto.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i've been super lucky to have overwhelmingly positive reception to my fics. i didn't love all the foot commentary on that one tokrev fic, but it is what it is.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do. very serious smut only, like dick hanahaki and schrödinger's office smut and slow-motion trainwreck sex column

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i wrote a short haikyuu!! x fullmetal alchemist fic for daisuga week a long time ago. that's probably the craziest one.

in medias res (mp100, gen) is the little match girl isekai, so that probably counts too. reigen literally crosses over.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

a few offers, but i'm not sure if they were completed

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have been responsible for the prose output of all of my fics, but i've had a lot of help for various plots. for example, i feel that half the blame credit for bringing flora obscura into being should go to @crownorclover

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

serirei (mp100). it has two characters i adore individually, a setting with so much canonical room for shenanigans, and a lot of open-endedness to the development of the relationship that makes it fun to speculate over.

i'm still partial to kokoinu (tokrev) too. both kokoinu and serirei have that bodyguard/loyalty trope to them and are often written within a greater found family. it's good stuff.

i also like the inherent appalling messiness of reishuuto but it's not that serious

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

that novelist!hawks fic i started once. rip.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i like an off-the-wall premise, and i am incredibly committed to the bit.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i tend to overwrite things. need to work on brevity.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

for the manga series i write for, i try to write in scanlation/fansub language for the most part. that's how i interacted with them originally, so that's how the character voices sound in my head. not everything in one language has a 1:1 translation into another.

mp100 has a lot of cultural/wordplay jokes that don't translate well into english. i have a lot of wordplay in my fics to match the tone, but i've only managed to make a wordplay joke that translates both ways once. so much respect for translators who figure out how to make that work on a regular basis.

i try to do as much research as possible to get things right, but i know i'll make mistakes. for that reason, i really appreciate people who beta read for me, who put together writing resources and other research materials, or who are kind enough to leave constructive feedback.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

pokémon.

i can't find it anymore but at one point, my 12-year-old ass wrote a fic where gym leader chuck's wife is like "chuck you spend all your time with the waterfall. i want a divorce." laksjdlkasj

i'd totally write it again.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

the parachute candidate.

(i think i'll like sage advice a lot more when i finish it)

#ani.txt #fic updates #tag game #writing #thanks again for the tag nico - i am also definitely not procrastinating on nano

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mjjune · 1 year

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incorrect quotes tag game :3

thanks so much to @vsnotresponding for tagging me! i'm late bc i was indecisive lol

tagging: @awritingcaitlin @comicgoblinart @daisywords @elijahrichardwrites @jamieanovels

rules: generate incorrect quotes from this website and tag someone else for every quote you post

all from my red riding hood retelling!

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Red: It’s not gonna work, I’m not a snitch. Cop: Fine, let's try something else. Tag a friend you recently committed a crime with. Red: Lmao, @Woodsman.

Red: Relationships should be 50/50. Woodsman cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Grandma: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store? Woodsman: I thought the animals might be lonely.

Literally Everyone: Didn't you die?! Wolf: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

Wolf: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult. Woodsman, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

Magnus: Get your hand off my shield! Red: There's like a million other shields. Magnus: Take that one, it has a flower on it. Girls like flowers. Red: *hits Magnus with the shield* Oops! Now this one has blood on it.

Red: This adventure is boring! Woodsman: This isn't a adventure. I said I was going to the store. Red: Then why did you invite me? Woodsman: I didn't, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you, I'll do whatever I want!

Wolf: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me. Woodsman: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

Red: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Woodsman: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Woodsman: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. Red: Mine just says "Red, no." Woodsman: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Woodsman: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Wolf: Thanks, it's the trauma.

The Audience: There they are, our sweet baby. Woodsman, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?

twtr taglist: @annetilney @bebewrites @elijahrichardwrites @eventideintrigue @flowerprose @ghafasinej @isabellebissonrouthier @jamieanovels @lexiklecksi @little-mouse-gardens @mr-writes @perasperaadastrawriting @phantomnations @theimperiumchronicles @thyroidhormones @verba-writing @vsnotresponding @wildswrites

#writeblr #writeblr community #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writblr #incorrect quotes #mj posts #my tag game #tag game #c: wolf #c: woodsman #c: red #c: grandma

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engagemythrusters · 8 months

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okay. ahsoka ep 3.

i already know jacen is in this bc i got SPOILED but let me tell you im gonna still be shocked anyway skldjflkd

k here we go

These introductions are pointless. Like we saw the last ep last week. If we forgot we can just look it up.

OH WOW she’s hot

“Not bad but not good” WOW HUYANG. Oh wow this guys comin for Sabines whole LIFE here damn

Um ig Ahsoka forgot that Mandalorians can hold their own against jedi just damn fine? Sabine once beat KANAN

Ahsoka: okay time to pretend to be Kanan

UH OKAY. UM. “I can’t see how am I supposed to fight” WAS A STUPID LINE TO GIVE TO SABINE WREN, THE WOMAN RAISED BY KANAN JARRUS, A NOTABLE BLIND JEDI

God can you imagine being stupid enough to give that line to her? Did filoni or Favreau write that line? Sounds on par with how idiotic those two dipshits are. Like that is so stupid. Who is that STUPID.

That’s like an anti-Kanan reference. That’s fucking Kanan retconning.

God I’m so MAD.

Honest to god I’m kinda glad this is only 30 mins long this time. I’m fucjing mad.

She fights like Sabine though. I love this actress for her. She’s doing Sabine so well. Thank you <3

Nyooooom

is mON MOT—SHE IS

Hooray chancellor mothma

JACEN!!!!!

I mean in name only so far but still. My lil snow pea boy

“Causing trouble with chopper” I’m so glad that droid is giving the galaxy hell with multiple generations of syndullas. Here’s to chopper outliving us all

HEY SHUT UP ABOUT HRR FINDING HER SON

She should be allowed to find her son the war hero at any costs

GET HIS ASS

“People who were like family to me” okay uh so that’s a workaround for saying Kanan? But Kanan wasn’t even killed by

JACEN

“Aunt” WHAT

She’s his SISTER

He looks a little like Kanan would have looked. AND NOTHING LIKE HERA (enter usual rant about PISS POOR CHARACTER DESIGN)

Also like. He wants to be a jedi 😭

LIKE HIS FATHER BEFORE HIM 😭

God that look. She’s thinking of Kanan 😭😭😭

“Everyone could be a jedi” is the STUPIDEST TAKE

God i hate this fucking show

And I fucking hate filoni and Favreau so. Fuckingn. Much.

Huyang does NOT like Sabine

And he’s right about jedi and force wielders

She’s so cute I love u Sabeeen <3

T-6 shuttle shot

I love u T-6 shuttles

Wow those are fuckin… old ass ships. Clone war era.

I mean T-6 is even older but I love it so. I do not care.

Also hang on rewind a sec to the “few mandalorians have ever been jedi” okay how do you KNOW that. The two of you have been at odds so much for so long that I’m sure millions went by unnoticed by the jedi

Downgraded from Spheres In Space to fucking Circle In Space 🙄

I love Huyang he’s a bitch

Oh T-6 shuttle they’re really in it now

Oop floaty in space

Huyang out for the count again xoxo

Shin Hati is such a little shit and I ADORE her

She space-suited up in 3 seconds or some shit. God I hate sci fi.

Get yourself ahsoka you’re the dumbass who chose to stand outside

Shin Hati 👁 👁 fr

God

P U R R G I L

Ezra are u there?! 😭😭😭😭

okay after the initial AAAA umm yeah I’m thoroughly disappointed

The purrgil looked so BEAUTIFUL in design and colour and pattern in Rebels… only to be Giant Grey Things in this show?

God I fucking HATE this show.

Anyway half this episode is literally just space fighting. That’s so stupid.

I do like tbis planet. It’s dull and drab like everything else this show has done BUT at least the aesthetic of this one is meant to be dark and drab and dull

Anyway can they go back and follow the fucking purrgil yet

Mr Inquisitor I kind of hope you’re someone cool we already know. That’s a cool trope that I want to see in canon. If not that’s okay I want a cool inquisitor anyway.

So they’re meant to pick up thrawns ship? Like the way Jedi ships used to—

The way DT says purrgil has shocked me to near silence

That’s so funny it’s great and hard in his voice

So yeah that was stupid and awful and it’s good that was only 30 mins of disappointment rather than fucking 50 or whatever

Still love the vibes of this outtro tho. Wish the rest of the show was this cool.

now we just need -rex - ezra - direct kanan mention (like NAMED)

#star wars: ahsoka #spoilers #god am I so displeased with this show.

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the-fiction-witch · 11 months

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Blu P5

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet + Spooky

Concept Spa

I woke up again after good while noticing it was literally another day, oh my god. I don't think I need a spa I think I just need to find a dragon cave and just sleep for a few million years. I got up and had a nice hot shower using some of the nice soap they supplied and a fresh fluffy towel once I got dressed I noticed some paper slipped under my door for a moment I was concerned but I picked it up noticing it was my schedule for the week breakfast, dinner and various experiences booked in at various times and a note I was welcome to any amenities outside of my booked treatments, my first wasn't till eleven today so I had time to go grab my breakfast, I headed out locking the room up and going to the restaurant it was all very much the same style wooden tables with metal legs and slate place mats large windows making it sort of look like a greenhouse or conservatory with a glass roof and a glass wall to overlook the scenery with the same blue pool outside my room just out the snowy window.

And I found Thomas and Minho at a table with a open seat they waved me over so I went and sat with them,

"We were starting to think you were dead" Minho laughed having a coffee

"Yeah sorry I'm not good with travelling I just was knocked out as soon as I got in my room"

"It's cool, I think everyone kinda was" Thomas shrugged

"Yeah, so what's the food situation?" I asked

"You just wait" Minho shrugs

"Wait? How do they know what we want then?"

"I don't know but they seem to be pretty good"

At that moment a man arrived in the same uniform as the men who met us when we arrived they brought us each a plate, Minho was more coffee and a breakfast sandwich, Thomas had chocolate chip pancakes with syrup and I had french toast with a side of fresh strawberries they wondered off leaving us to it and immediately I was confused

"How did they know that's what we'd each want?"

'I don't know, maybe they're magic. Don't question it just enjoy it" Minho told me

I guess he's right no point arguing so I had my breakfast and it was delicious and we all decided as we weren't busy till later to go for a jump in the pool so I went back to my room and changed grabbing a towel heading out to the actual spa area, again the theming had stuck giving it a very onsen kinda vibe there was so much to do saunas, pools, massages, different things to bathe in and shower under, anything relaxing you could imagine was back here, and then the main attraction. It started inside a wood lined pool of this blue water steaming as it sat there then doors out to the main area, a huge outdoor pool of the same blue, steaming in the cold snow, with various hot tub area's, small nooks to sit, a waterfall of stone in the corner, even a swim up bar all overlooking the mountains.

I was kinda nervous looking at the strange colour of the water but Minho and Thomas basically forced me, the bottom was strange it kinda felt like wet sand but smoother, silkier, but strong not like you could sink into it, the moment my skin touched the water I felt relaxed as if a wave went over me as the water touched me flexing and relaxing each and every muscle in my body the smooth warmth cradling me like being wrapped in a soft blanket even though it was busy with people it was so quiet where everyone was so relaxed we swam out into the outside section sand for a while I just sat on a little seat watching the waterfall and the snow

"Oop- sorry" a voice spoke up as someone bumped into me

"Ohh it's okay" I muttered back quickly turning to see, her the girl from the room nextdoor "hi"

"Hi" she smiled in a little blue swimsuit with black cat faces all over it her hair up in a bun "y/n" she smiled taking her hand from the water

"Newt," I smiled giving it a shake immediately i saw Thomas and Minho out the corner of my eye clearly taking the piss but she was actually really cute and I do want to compliment her atleast to try and keep the conversation going "I uhh I like your ti- kitties. Kitties. The cats on your swimsuit"

She giggled a little a little red in her cheeks I'm pretty sure I completely turned red "I like your stripes" she smiled

"Uuhhh thank you" I smiled nervously fixing my hair and my striped shorts a little "have uhh you been here long?"

"No, got in a couple of days ago. You?"

"Yesterday"

"Aww you ever been before?'

'no, never, you?"

"A few times yeah, I'd be more then happy to show you some more secret things or help you out if you get lost"

"Thanks that'd be great"

"You wanna swim to the bar and grab a drink?"

"Yeah sure" I nodded

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geralehane · 2 years

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Sapphic Snapshots | Hades

There are people who couldn’t care less about their family tree, but Ada Wilson is not one of these people. Perhaps, her being an orphan plays a certain part in her desire to find out something, anything about her bloodline. Although her sister would disagree. Vehemently. Anna’s more than happy to forget there was a time she wasn’t one of the Wilsons, who adopted her when she was five. But that’s just the thing – Anna knows her biological parents, and the knowledge certainly calls for indifference, at the very least. Anna’s hatred towards them, while concerning at times, is understandable.

But she’s able to feel some kind of way about them because she knows them. There’s not a lot of joy to be found in the knowledge that your mother attempted to sell you for drugs, and Ada won’t argue with that. But she just – she has to know. Her sister, as awful as her childhood had been up until their parents got her, wouldn’t understand. With Anna, dads went through the entire adoption process. They found an agency, were evaluated, trained, and visited orphanages to find Anna. With Ada – well, she’s gotta be the most unconventional oops baby, since dads found her in the woods when they took Anna camping for the first time.

In a way, she’s weirdly grateful for the way she came to be a Wilson: she doesn’t think that at that time Anna would’ve appreciated dads intentionally seeking a second child, and she completely understands. But since they quite literally stumbled upon her, it didn’t come with the sting of not being enough, as Anna put it when they were older and drunk and spilling secrets the way only sisters can. You were both blessed and a blessing, Anna told her that night.

And that’s the reason she didn’t want to tell her she’s doing the test.

You were blessed. Don’t look the gift horse in the mouth.

She pretty much anticipated the reaction she got when she finally came clean. “Should’ve made you buy me lunch yesterday,” Anna said as she rolled her light brown eyes. The golden specs in them sparkled, mockingly, and Ada sighed with the old, childish envy. “Since, apparently, you have plenty of money to spend on dumb things. Buying me lunch would’ve been a much better investment.”

Ada felt her mouth twist. Maybe she should’ve told her girlfriend first so she’d have someone be excited for her, with her. But her relationship with Rene is so new and she knows she won’t be able to contain her emotions when telling her and – she doesn’t want to scare her away. As cliché as it sounds, she’s never felt this way about anyone, and she’s terrified of making the wrong move. She’d like to remain as cool and collect as possible for at least another couple of months.

And while her dads are the definition of support and understanding, she didn’t want to tell them until after she got the results back, either. So that left her sister.

“You earn way more than me,” she pointed out to Anna. “And I can’t believe you’re still hung up on the lunch thing.”

“You do know it won’t tell you any specific details, right? The most you can hope for is a place on the map where you grandgrandgrand-a-fuckton-of-grand-parents lived a thousand years ago.”

“It’s something.”

“Dumb is something, I’ll give you that,” Anna rebuffed. “When the results come back and it’s just a giant circle around Latin America, I told you so is totally happening every family dinner.”

“Seems a little racist,” Ada muttered.

“There probably will be a smaller circle around Europe, too,” Anna muses. “Anyway. How’s Spot? Have I told you how unoriginal that name is for a dog?”

“He’s doing fine and yes, a million times,” Ada rolled her eyes, and that was the last they spoke about the test.

That was three weeks ago. Today, she’s standing in her kitchen with the envelope, and she’s not surprised to find her fingers trembling as she hesitates to open it.

What if Anna’s right? What if all that’s waiting for me is disappointment?

“Do you think she’s right, Spot?” she asks as she glances at him napping in the hallway. All he does is lazily lift his head to give her a sleepy stare, his folded ears not moving. Not that she expected anything different.

She scowls. No. She has to finish what she started, deal with whatever feelings she might have, and move on with her life.

The yellow paper tears easily, and she fishes out the results printed on a single sheet with sudden, nervous excitement. It’s something, she tells herself. It’s a step.

Just get this over with.

She takes a deep breath as she finally, finally unfolds the piece of paper. And almost immediately crunches it up at the sides as her eyes widen before narrowing in anger.

“What the hell? This gotta be a joke,” she mutters as she reads over the text once more. The bold black letters seem to be mocking her.

NOT OF THIS EARTH. UNFAMILIAR DNA.

She scowls as she turns it over, hoping to find something – anything – else. Some bullshit about her being their 1,000,000th customer and earning this unfunny practical joke – something. But there’s nothing.

Worst hundred bucks ever spent, she thinks furiously as she blinks to stop the tears of angry frustration threatening to spill down her cheeks. If there ever was a time she hated being an angry crier--

Spot’s growling jostles her out of her thoughts. She almost jumps as she whips her head to look at him with shock – he’s never growled before. Spot’s the type of dog who has to be taught to not be so friendly with strangers, and, sadly, he’s never learned. This day can’t get any weirder.

She immediately wishes she didn’t just think that when she notices two men in dark suits standing on her porch, silently appraising her front door. One of them places his hands on his hips, his jacket opening up enough for Ada’s widening eyes to catch the sight of a shoulder holster underneath.

“What,” she mouths to herself, backing away, “the fuck?”

Spot continues to growl. He’s on his feet now, muzzle low to the ground and ears shifted back as he glares at the front door. Ada gulps. “Spot,” she whispers to him, desperately hoping he’ll listen to her. “Spot, quiet. Come. Spot, come.”

She’s almost not surprised when her well-mannered, kind, top-of-his-obedience-class dog ignores her.

“I knew he was still in there.” Her girlfriend’s voice startles her more than everything that’s happened to her in the span of five minutes, and she grabs at her chest in fright as she turns around to find Rene’s sparkling eyes with hers.

“How did you--”

“Hey, babe,” Rene interrupts cheerfully, as if they’re simply meeting up for coffee and two dangerously looking, armed men aren’t at her front door and Spot didn’t become some sort of a pod dog. “You really should’ve run the whole DNA test thing by me first.” She winces, then. “Damn. Sorry. Didn’t mean to sound so controlling, because I’m not, I swear. This has nothing to do with me wanting to control you. I’m not trying to. Ugh – this isn’t going well,” she bites her lower lip, sighing.

“I,” Ada lets out a shaky breath and doesn’t find anything better to say than: “What’s going on?”

One of the men knocks, and Spot leaps at the door, barking. Rene purses her lips. “He used to be less noisy and more deadly.”

“Yeah, he suddenly started to growl when – deadly? What do you mean deadly?”

“Miss Wilson?” A confident male voice is muffled by the door and Spot’s raspy barks, but it’s still audible. “Please open the door. It’s a matter of national security.”

Rene rolls her eyes. “Bunch of clowns,” she mutters before quickly walking up to Ada and grabbing her hand. “You might throw up – it happens the first time, don’t worry about it. I’ll be there to hold your hair back,” she grins.

Ada doesn’t get the chance to ask her what the fuck she’s talking about. The last thing she sees before being enveloped in a flash of white light is the taller man kicking her door in and Spot lunging at him, and then, there’s nothing.

***

Whatever Rene did to her – weird doesn’t even begin to describe it. She can say one thing for certain, though: feeling like she’s sucked into an endlessly long, constantly shifting tube and then spit back out into reality isn’t as fun as it might seem.

She pukes as soon as her feet, and then knees, hit the ground. Not her proudest moment. Not a moment she’d ever thought she’d find herself in, either.

“Shit,” she hears Rene mutter somewhere in the distance. “I’m sorry! Here,” soft hands brush her hair back and gently hold it there. “I got you. You’re okay.”

Even though her first instinct should be to push the woman who put her through this away, it’s the opposite. She slumps against her, breathing hard, and wincing when she swallows and tastes bile.

“Can you stand?”

Ada’s not sure, but she gives her a shaky nod. Rene considers that to be good enough, because she starts to gently haul her up. “Come on. We have to get out of here, and fast.”

“Wait – no. Hold up. Just – wait,” Ada shakes her head, stepping away from her. A new wave of nausea washes over her, but she grits her teeth and powers through, taking a deep, steadying breath. This – whatever this is – has gone on long enough. She’s gonna need some answers if Rene wants her to go anywhere with her. “Can you -- can we just pause for a second so I can finally get an explanation? Like,” she lets out an agitated breath, placing her hands on her hips, “what was that, did you – what, did you just teleport us out of my house? And how’d you get in there in the first place? And who are these guys, and how do you know them and--” she cuts herself off, drawing in a sharp breath. “I think I’m having a panic attack.”

“Aw, babe,” Rene coos, and Ada doesn’t have the strength to demand she doesn’t babe her right now, because all of her concentration is directed towards not passing out. Her girlfriend gently cups her face in her palms. “Look at me,” she says softly, searching her eyes with her own clear blue ones. “It’s me, okay? You can trust me. I promise I’ll tell you everything you wanna know. We can talk in the car, but we need to get moving.”

A rational thing for a rational person to do would be to run away and call the police. Except she might have some trouble explaining the part where her girlfriend teleported her and herself several miles away from her house. Although she could’ve just drugged her. She’s not entirely sure, however, just when would she have managed to do that. She did break into her house, apparently. Perhaps, she was hiding out and spiking all of her food and drinks with some sort of a hallucinogenic.

Ada frowns at her train of thought. When did she start to think of Rene as an enemy after she saved her from those strange men?

“Ada,” Rene’s soft gaze turns pleading. “Just come with me, and I’ll explain everything.”

She takes a deep breath, but decides to let it out through her nose. Breathing the throw-up smell right into your girlfriend’s face doesn’t exactly scream romantic. “Okay,” she says, covering her mouth with a hand. “Do you have gum?”

Rene grins. “As a matter of fact, I do. So knew you’d ask me that.”

***

Spot lets out a happy bark when they get in Rene’s car, and scares the crap out of Ada. “What -- hey, bud,” she says, still dumbfounded as Spot attempts to climb into her lap from the backseat, licking her hands. “How’d you…” she trails off, sighing. She doesn’t want to sound like a broken record, but she can’t help it.

Rene glances at Spot, smiling and rubbing his head. “He’ll always find you,” she states simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “No matter where you are, any realm – he’ll always find you. And, by extension, me.”

“I really wanna ask, but I feel like that’s not high on the priority list.” Ada pauses, thinking. “Or the weirdness list.”

Rene lets out a short laugh. “American you is fun. Not that you’re not fun.”

“Rene.” There comes a point in every person’s life, no matter how mild-mannered, when they’ve just officially had it. Ada’s been inching towards it for the past ten minutes. “What the fuck is going on.”

“It’s…” Rene sighs as she starts the car. “…a long story.”

“Well I don’t know, give me some goddamn cliff notes!” Ada exclaims. Her scowl deepens when Rene smirks. “What? What’s so funny?”

“So if I told you right now,” she begins, slowly, “that the DNA test wasn’t a prank and you’re not of this Earth and you’re not actually human, you would just roll with it?”

“No,” Ada admits, immediately. “I’d just tell you this prank sucks and it’s really getting on my nerves. But you promised to explain, and I’d take any explanation at this point.” She swallows and glances down at her hands, surprised to find them shaking. “I – you teleported us out of my house. That, or I’m on drugs. Maybe I accidentally ate some acid and this is all a trip gone bad.”

“Okay, little concerned you seem so knowledgeable in the drug department,” Rene comments lightly as she watches the road. “But hey, no judging. Just no hard stuff and we’re good. Although – eh. Not like it’ll do any damage to you.”

“My fucking God, Reen, can you start talking?”

Her girlfriend sighs. “You’re not on drugs. I did teleport us out of the house, and I could do that because I’m not human and neither are you.”

“Well, then – who am I?” Ada asks the logical question. Well. As logical as it can be given the absolutely illogical situation she’s found herself in.

Rene grins. She seems excited. Ada doesn’t know whether to be incredulous or terrified. “To Terrans? A goddess.”

“A goddess?” She practically yells, before the first part of Rene’s sentence catches up with her. “To Terrans?”

“Yup.” Rene takes a sharp turn and speeds up, making Ada grab onto her seat. “I guess you could say we’re aliens.” She glances her way, and her gaze softens. “I know this is all sudden and nothing makes sense and I sound crazy. But – I’m asking for a lot here, I know – I need you to trust me. I won’t hurt you. Let’s properly talk about this once we get somewhere safe.”

“I’m not sure anywhere’s safe,” Ada admits. Her rational action would be – should be – jumping out of the car and running to the police. Strangely enough, her instincts scream at her to do the opposite. To stay, and to never leave Rene’s side.

Maybe she’s the crazy one here. “Fine,” she mutters, leaning back in her seat. “But no more excuses once we’re out of this car. However crazy it’ll sound, you’ll tell me everything.”

Spot licks at her ear, as if in silent approval, and she shakes her head as she reaches behind to tentatively pet him. She’s not even sure she can trust her own dog after the display she’s seen earlier. What a fucked up day. She’s still half-hoping she’ll wake up any moment now and realize it was all an unbelievably vivid dream, and she’ll call Rene and tell her about it and they’ll laugh about it together before going out for breakfast. That’d be nice. She squeezes her eyes shut, hoping against all hopes that it’s exactly what’ll happen. Nothing does, of course; not even after she pinches herself.

“Are you trying to wake yourself up?” Rene sounds both sympathetic and amused.

“Maybe,” Ada replies, begrudgingly. “I’m glad my misery is bringing you so much joy.”

“It’s not, I swear! It’s just – we’ve never been this close to you remembering.” Something in Rene’s voice makes Ada look her way. Something deep, and heavy, and impossibly sad. “I’m always the one who remembers, and you’re always the one who doesn’t, and – I love each and every you that I meet, but I also just want you back.” She shakes her head, visibly forcing herself to revert back to her usual bubbly self. Now, Ada wonders how much of it is not an act. “This makes zero sense for you right now. Let’s just…”

“Yeah,” Ada nods when Rene trails off and it’s clear she’s not continuing. “Let’s just – yeah.”

Spot’s long sigh mirrors Ada’s internal one.

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verdantmeadows · 1 year

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if your blog got termed for spam its probably automated and not a personal attack, and half a month is typical/reasonable wait time for customer support to get back to you considering the company size/userbase. keep in mind, they probably have a BUNCH of other tickets/other users to look at FIRST. think about the 14 days they spent NOT paying attention to your ticket, they mustve been helping the maybe hundreds of other users inbetween that time. remember, there are millions of tumblr users and a fraction of that is sending tickets... and there are different levels of importance and urgency when it comes to customer support tickets. theyre literally only human and can only help so many people in such a short time. and, of course theyd have no warning, if they think you're spam then it'd likely be automated (if you werent reported), AKA, that IS the thing they're doing to prevent bots by terminating those with certain characteristics, just targetting actual users (lol oops). if youre a computer program, and a user exhibits behavior that's similar to a spam bot, then it's all fair game; it's not like it can distinguish between a real user who, for example, might be excited for and post frequently about a particular topic, and spam, it's not a real life human looking at it, and computer programs are bound to have errors. sure its annoying for it to have inaccuracies but its the nature of computing. its important to note that changes implemented are sometimes just TEMPORARY CHANGES, just testing features out, and not permanent, if you have any complaints or suggestions, go to @wip on mondays or send a DM to @humans or send in a suggestion ticket, because they can ACTUALLY at least TRY to help you. be nice to them though. remember, tumblr is a company, but theyre made of humans and can only do so much in a certain amount of time. finite level of resources.

Genuinely zero offense, I am unable to read all this because this is a long block of text so I'm going to skim

I already got my account unterminated. I did all those things and was very polite and kind to all the people I engaged with. It took me ages to get it back. The problem is it shouldn't have happened out in the first place. I was autoflagged as spam, yeah, so I should have had just had to do a some sort of verification. And besides that, I was just flagged because I used a VPN, which is ridiculous.

I did not get flagged for posting a lot. I got flagged for something absolutely normal in which I had no way of rectifying before termination without warning.

I'm aware of how many tickets there are. It's still ridiculous. I spent at least two weeks waiting. And then I emailed them from an alternate email and they responded immediately. I'm not stupid. The way you're talking to me makes me feel stupid. I know how these things work. I'm not stupid. I'm not an inconsiderate asshole.

And literally none of this applies to me because I didn't get terminated for those reasons. I was terminated for spam detection, not true genuine spam.

If their spam detection is terminating real people because I am NOT the only person this has happened to, then their spam detection sucks and their steps they're taking are half assed.

If you see this please let me know if I misunderstood anything because again I could only skim this message. But I feel like you are explaining a lot of things to me that I already knew and I feel like I am being treated stupid.

I hope my tone doesn't sound angry or upset at you. I am not. I appreciate that you are trying to tell me things and I think that this message is in good faith and intended to be kind

I think you are probably not trying to make me feel that way in which case I apologize if I sound pouty or defensive HFKSHFJKSF

But I promise I was very polite and nice to everyone who helped me. I didn't elaborate in tags because I didn't feel the need to. But like trust me I contacted everyone I could. And they didn't respond until I emailed them from alternate emails. And then they responded almost immediately. So there's dissonance in their help of individuals.

#asks #anonymous

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edenfire · 3 years

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🌸❤ Rintori Week Day 1: Maid Cafe ❤🌸

💗 @rintoriweek2021 💗

rin and nitori being sappy and lovey dovey during their break at the Maid Cafe from Hell🔥💞💕

((this is a wip for now, but I really hope I'll be able to finish it this week! (ง •̀ 3 •́)ง♡))

#rintori #rin matsuoka #nitori aiichirou #rintori week 2021 #free!#free! iwatobi swim club #rintoriweek2021 #oops;; i have literally a million things to do this week #but i am so determined to participate!!#rintori i love youuuu #<3<3<3<3 #shitty #(< that's my art tag)

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valentine-writes · 2 years

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Can i request a moon/sun and monty (platonic) with a Fem S/O who has long and very soft hair. But one day she shows up with her hair short, like, hitting her shoulder?

In my mind looks like a funny scenario.

animatronics reacting to your haircut hcs !

↳ ft. the glamrocks + sun and moon

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: okay, so!! i adjusted a few thingz w/ the req so reader iz gn and we now have all the glamrocks + sun and moon!!! cuz hnwbwjdn i love all of them i just had to do hcs 4 each of them :< anyways!!! hopefully thatz okay w/ u anon!! these are super lighthearted in comparison 2 my normal stuff becuz anon the last bit of ur ask made me realize i love a good funny lil scenario /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\ grammar mistakes and spelling errors might b in here soz!

▸ GLAMROCK CHICA doesn't even notice at first. oops. if you prompt her with a "guess what's different :]" type of thing, she'll guess almost everything other than your hair length.

"oh, i got it! your shoes! i love them, they look so nice on you- ...what do you mean it's been the same pair the entire week?"

when she finally gets the answer right (or when you finally tell her) she gets super excited!!!! chica gushes over the way it looks and throws you a million compliments, which are all completely honest. she thinks you look great! she probably tries to find a bunch of accessories you can wear considering your styling options might be limited now. she definitely tries to get you some cute hair clips and stuff :]

▸ GLAMROCK FREDDY immediately notices. he's suprised but like- in a good way. like his ai brain just goes "!!!" he might ask why you cut it though- he's not judging your choices, he's just curious. did it get in your way too much? was it bothersome to maintain that much hair? or did you just want to? or he doesn't say anything at first- just taking time to admire how good you look with your new hairstyle. freddy definitely mentions it eventally though, and tells you how much it suits you. always likes how the things you do are just so. you. he's your biggest fan when it comes to new and fun ways of self expression. freddy's just supportive like that :> he probably considers getting a haircut himself- and then realizes he has no hair. upsetting.

▸ ROXANNE WOLF immediately panics. why did you cut it? why does it look so cool? is she missing out?? lord FORBID she look boring and basic and bland with her regular long hair- oh. you just cut it? like. you just wanted to? nothing deep about it?? alright. nice. she mentions it only in passing, super casual and nonchalant, but she's totally excited to see you rocking a new style!! now she's trying to consider if she needs to switch things up too. (she can't let you have all the cool points- a girl’s gotta step it up every now and then!!!) changing her hair length is out of the question because obviously her design has to align with the merch of her at the gift store. but now she's taking notes on what she could change. just assure her that she's already cool- she might cry but she's just appreciative of any earnest compliments from you.

▸ MONTGOMERY GATOR hardly recognizes you until you turn around. you'd figure he'd be better at identifying you, considering he could literally scan you with his animatronic eyes and figure out who you are. instead you've got him kinda confused as he squints your direction to figure out whoever this mysterious stranger could be. it's you- you look different! like totally different. he probably blurts this outloud, which accidentally sounds kinds of mean- but like. it's a good suprise. this haircut means that he gets to ruffle it >:) he'll do it often too- monty's just playful like that. when you had longer hair, monty didn't want to do it in case he accidentally tangled it all up in his claws- but now that it's shorter and easier to maintain, ruffling your hair is fair game. it's really just one of monty's little silly way to show affection- that, and straight up head pats are just. awkward to give.

▸ SUN fully freaks out. full blown "!?2!?2^{*}€*^{*{" from him. you can't tell whether it's positive or not, but it seems like it's good? after cooling down, he’ll take your face and cup it gently between both of his hands, pause, stare, lean in close, squint, move his face away a little- and give you almost a thousand nods of approval. he likes it! score! whenever you come around and he sees you, he'll very politely ask to brush and/or try to style it for you! sun really really wants to try. he's suprisingly good at it, despite what you might have thought. he's just incredibly strict on movement during this. absolutely no moving, or you'll ruin it :( but once it's done he's just so proud of himself and so estatic to see how adorable you look!!!!

▸ MOON moves in very close to look at it. it's a weird and kind of tense silence (broken only by the jingling of the bells on his wrists and shoes) but he seems to like it. he'll gently reach out to it- glance at you for permission- and then run his hand atop it, only to stop at where it ends. he doesn't say much about it, but it's clear that he likes you for you. doesn't matter what you look like, you're wonderful either way. however, because of sun, moon now knows a bunch of ways to style your hair. he won't do it unless you ask him- but he's secretly happy to be able to do it when you ask.

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tinyhistory · 3 years

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Hey! Love your stories so much I just had to ask! Do you have any favorite drarry authors/stories? I sometimes compare the quality of other stories to ROA (oops!) because ROA is just that good. My personal favorites are ROA (of course!), the Foundations Series (saras_girl), the ordeal of being known (louisfake), denouement (the_never_was), Good to Me (And I'd Be So Good to You) (AWickedMemory), and To Hurt and Heal (cassisluna). Have you read these? Have a wonderful day! :)

Thank you, so glad you’ve enjoyed my stories! And thank you for so patiently waiting for a reply. I haven’t been online much in the past couple of weeks. Unfortunately I haven’t read any of your recs, but I’m always happy to add another fic to my to-read list.

I did a rec post a few months ago, but I’ll post an updated version now. The Skyhawke Archives appear to be down, which is crushing news. I’ve had to update a lot of the links.

So here are my favourite Drarry fanfics:

And We Are At Our Apogee (PG-13) by angelgazing

Summary: Draco wanted revenge, but it didn't work out that way.

My notes: Californian beaches, supermarkets, road trips, and a bittersweet ending.

A Reckless State of Mind (T) by Lomonaaeren

Summary: Draco is a Psyche-Diver, and his newest patient is Auror Potter, who’s been a pathological liar for over a year—and has just tried to violently end his own life.

Notes: The plot alone guarantees inclusion on this list. Probably the most creative fic I’ve ever read, and the twists and turns will keep you guessing.

Berlin, In the Year of Our Lord (PG) by Are

Summary: Harry is a green-tea addict. Draco stalks him.

Notes: Probably my all-time favourite fic, along with Blue Vase. It’s sparse and minimal and I love that writing style.

Blue Vase (M) by ivyblossom

Summary: Let’s pretend.

Notes: Draco finds an amnesiac Harry and befriends him, pretending they were once lovers. It’s pensive, short, and bittersweet.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice (E) by lettered

Summary: Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

Notes: Action-heavy fics are damn hard to write, but lettered nails it. The action scenes are breakneck speed, the conversations are threaded with double meaning, and even the silences are tense.

Draco in Darkness (T) by Plumeria47.

Summary: Following an accident in his seventh year, Draco loses his eyesight.

Notes: This is one of the first fics I ever read (when it was over on FF in 2003) so it’s probably here just for nostalgia points alone. I read it when I was a kid and just thought it was a lovely golden fairytale, the best romance I’d ever read in my (very short, thus far) life. I love reading it again, even years later as an adult when I can see the tarnish on it; the things my childhood eyes didn’t notice. I don’t care. It’s my soft and fuzzy comfort fic.

The Flesh is Frail (NC-17) by wildestranger

Summary: None

Notes: Draco has injuries from curses and spells, and Harry keeps him company. Draco is angry; Harry is stubborn. They argue their way into a grudging relationship. It’s a short read and well worth your ten minutes.

Good-bye to Yesterday (NC-17) by furiosity

Summary: Draco felt ready to face even a million years in Azkaban as long as it meant that at the end of it all, he would make Potter pay.

Notes: It’s not a dark fic, but it certainly dips in and out of the shadows. If you like your romance to be sharp as a razor and bitter as black coffee, give it a read.

Hymn to Color (PG) by Lomonaaeren

Summary: Months after Draco cast a curse that took Harry’s eyesight, Harry is still trying to come to terms with it. Draco still wanted forgiveness, which was probably the problem.

Notes: Probably my very inadequate idea of “fluff”. It’s a quiet, introspective fic. Draco and Harry are well-written.

Kings among runaways (PG) by enderxenocide.

Summary: Later, the toast will be slightly overcooked, Draco will burn the eggs, and there will be another fist fight in-between the living room and the front door, but they’ll eat breakfast with second-hand plates and Draco’s great-grandmother’s silverware.

Notes: Dreamy descriptions, abstract scenes, and the characters are lovingly delineated. Beautiful writing.

On Broken Glass (PG-13) by coffeejunkii

Summary: After the final battle, Draco is holding the shards that are left of his and Harry’s life.

Notes: Established relationship. Harry’s forgetful and seems to suffer both short-term and long-term memory loss; Draco stays by his side through six years of post-war amnesia. Very short, just a tiny ficlet. There’s sequels (in bite-size pieces) but I prefer to read the first ficlet and leave it there.

Paper Dolls (M) by cupiscent

Summary: In the final year of the War, Draco gets a letter, makes a choice and pays the price.

Notes: Short, succinct, and packs a punch. No character deaths, in case the summary has you feeling nervous.

Portrait (PG-13) by Silent Blast

Summary: None.

Notes: Dorian Grey, but Drarry. Of course it’s going to be good.

Shattered (NC-17) by femmequixotic

Summary: One damned accident involving one too-lucky curse, and suddenly you'd think he was five again, with their Harry, be carefuls and their quick Levitating charms ready the instant the potion gives way and his rebelling hands lose hold of whatever's in their grasp.

Notes: Draco’s an artist. Harry’s intrigued by his sculptures and paintings.

Snatch (PG-13) by didntyoupotter

Summary: Harry is comatose, Hermione and Ron aren’t much help, and Draco isn’t sure about anything anymore.

Notes: The opening scene fools you into thinking this will be a light read with a streak of good humour. Don’t fall for it. By the third act, you’ll be hanging onto every word and feeling a lot of emotions. Also, back in the day, this was one of the Draco/Harry fics. Everyone knew of it. Pay your respects to your fandom history and read this beloved classic.

The Stages of Acceptance (T) by Lomonaaeren.

Summary: Harry, already happily married to Ginny, receives the news that he's Draco's mate. Law and custom don't give him the option of ignoring the news. The stages of his reaction, one by one.

Notes: This is not a romance, and I love that the author just casually chucks all the Veela tropes in the bin and says “nope”. In Lomonaaeren’s own words, this fic is more practical than romantic. Harry is unfamiliar with the Veela concepts and hates the very idea of being “shackled” to someone; he rejects Draco at once. Draco is miserable and lonely. They do eventually come to understand each other better, but it’s a huge struggle with lots of setbacks. The general air of pessimism and misery does make the small glimpses of compassion and empathy feel so well-earned. I love a fic that rations out its happiness.

The Stately Homes of Wiltshire (E) by waspabi

Summary: Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Notes: This one needs no introduction. The writing is polished, the characterisation perfect, and the dialogue is fun. I love the humour woven throughout it.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain (E) by faithwood.

Summary: It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.

Notes: Another one that most of us know. It’s a lighthearted and fun read.

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow (M) by novembersnow

Summary: In the war-torn years after Hogwarts, one man has no knowledge of his yesterdays.

Notes: Another classic back in the feverish heyday of the Harry Potter fandom, when books were still being released and everyone had worked themselves up into a shipping frenzy. And no wonder this fic was an instant hit. Draco has lost all his memories and Harry’s investigating as an Auror, but the longer you read, the more you start questioning everything. Good twists and turns that lead to a tender ending.

Turn by Saras_Girl

Summary: One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Notes: An inevitable inclusion on any favourites list. I think my favourite thing about it is the characterisation. Everyone is so well-rounded; the characters are brought to life and feel like old friends. All their habits, styles, mannerisms, even the way they walk or talk. While I love everyone in this fic, I have to admit that Blaise is just amazing. Of all the thousands of Blaises imagined by fanfic writers, I love this one the best. “Old bean” indeed.

Under the Ivy (PG-13) by coffeejunkii

Summary: It is impressive how much you can learn about someone by simply sharing a few rooms. They don’t spend time together, not really, but Harry still knows that Malfoy prefers raspberry jam over strawberry, that he hums along to the Wireless when he thinks no one is around, and that his leg is bothering him more than usual when the temperatures drop below freezing.

Notes: Another old, old favourite of mine. It’s like snuggling into a soft blanket. Remus owns a cottage and Harry moves in after the war. Later, Remus lets a room to Draco, who is an outcast after the war and has limited housing options. Harry isn’t happy at first with the new lodger, but he eventually warms up to Draco. A slow and gentle romance.

Vale Sanare (M) by rurounihime

Summary: Draco’s world gains a new component, just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

Notes: London nightclubs, one-night-stands, loud music and lonely nights. Draco has seizures due to a curse from the war, and the seizures have led to a fear of intimacy. Short and sweet.

The Way Down (T) by lettered

Summary: Malfoy’s all, “Come out of there,” the way you say to a cat who is badly behaved. And Harry’s all like, “No, what, I’m a hermit! And I have a chest-monster! And I am crazy magically powerful!” and Malfoy’s all, “We all have problems, bub.” (thoughtfully) “You are crazy though. I’ll give you that.”

Notes: I just adore this fic. The fic starts well-grounded, giving you a solid backstory and matter-of-fact context, but as it goes on, it slowly unravels into dreamy scenes, lush settings, and repeated motifs. It’s just such a beautiful story.

When Love beckons to you, follow him (PG-13) by megyal

Summary: Draco wakes up, lost, somewhere in a forest. He has no idea where he is or how he got there. As he is blundering around trying to find his way home, he hears Harry's voice in his head, telling him what to do.

Notes: I generally like my fics to be bittersweet or with a bit of heartache — but this fic is just a little cloud of softness. If you need something light and lovely without being syrupy-sweet, this is a good choice!

The World of the Living (M) by fourth_rose

Summary: A traumatised war hero and a convicted criminal under the roof of an eccentric journalist make for a rather odd ensemble, but Luna has never had a problem with oddities as long as they make sense.

Notes: The story is told from Luna’s perspective, which gives everything a lovely dreamy quality. She takes in a couple of strays after the war — first Harry, who is avoiding his other friends and has quit his Auror job — and then she offers a room to Draco right after his trial. Draco is rude, angry, and ungrateful; Harry is churlish, withdrawn, and moody. Luna doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, and over the course of the next few months, her house guests slowly warm up to each other.

Voices From the Fog (E) by noeon

Summary: After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.

Notes: Harry drifts across Europe, trying to forget the war. He ends up in a woodworking shop in Amsterdam, alongside a moody Draco. Atmospheric settings and solid characterisation.

#draco/harry fanfic #drarry #drarry fic recs #drarry fic #answered asks

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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 3 years

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Sleep talk

Harry Holland

A/N- i literally have no patience so i’m giving you all this way earlier than i anticipated. OOps 🤭❤️

Summary- a bad habit of talking in your sleep gets you into a predicament you would have never expected

Word count- 4k

Warnings- sleep talking. Smut. So much smut. additional warnings under the cut.

🌸🌼 Masterlist 🌼🌸

Warnings: Wet dreams. oral (F receiving) unprotected sex, (Please wrap it up!)

You wondered if anyone else felt that the car was stuffy. Sandwiched between Sam and Harry with Tom and Harrison in the front, there was little to no room. This was day three of the ten day road trip, and you were officially tired of sitting in the car. Sam was respectful, trying to give you as much space as he could with you being in the middle seat, Harry on the other hand was pushed up into you with his hand resting on your leg for the umpteenth time. Not that you particularly minded, but you weren't sure why he was being so touchy with you. Your mind kept wandering every time his fingers brushed across your thigh, and as much as you tried to not think the things you were about him, you couldn't help it.

You had finally given up, and closed your eyes, hoping the ache that was in your core would dissipate. There was quite literally nothing you could do about it yourself, at least in the moment. So with your eyes squeezed shut and your head thrown up on the headrest you tried desperately to get the dirty thoughts about your close friend Harry Holland out of your head.

It probably would have worked too, until you felt his face nuzzle into the crook of your neck. His warm breath ghosting the skin of your neck, spreading goosebumps all through your skin and making that desperate ache grow ten times. You couldn't take it anymore. With your thighs squeezed together, in hopes of any relief you let out a loud sigh. “Harrison, can we please stop at the next place with a restroom?” You asked, hoping that no one noticed the desperation in your tone. Harrison obliged, pulling into a nearly empty rest stop only a few miles further down.

As soon as Sam was out of your way you bee lined it towards the building, rushing to the bathroom like your life depended on it. You stood in the tidy restroom, with mirrors that barely offered a reflection. You splashed cold water on your face hoping the ache would disappear now that you weren't stuck to Harry.

Years upon years of knowing the Hollands, and since day one Harry had always tickled your fancy. The curly red hair, the humor the boy quite simply radiated, the warm kind eyes, and his smile. Oh his smile. This road trip was supposed to be a fun experience, a vacation of sorts, but it just seemed to be a constant torture for you. The other boys sticking you with Harry every chance they got. You were sure it was merely a coincidence, there was absolutely no way they knew about your crush. Right?

Last night though, had taken the cake. The hotel had only one room left and they had stuck you and Harry in one bed. You claimed it was no big deal, but in the middle of the night when he had unconsciously thrown his arm around your waist and pulled you into him, you were sure you were going to explode then and there. And the ache just seemed to keep growing.

The door opened causing you to jump. You looked over to see Harry walking in, weary of the fact that he was in the ladies room.

“What are you doing?” You asked him. The smirk that creeped up his lips let you know, he knew. He had to know. Why else would he follow you into a rest stop restroom?

“I was just worried about you, love,” his voice was low, deeper than usual, and you could feel your pussy clench at the sound of his voice.

“I'm alright,” You whispered. His eyebrows raised as he took another step towards you. You shivered as a million ways he could simply take you right now flashed through your mind.

“I've noticed the things you have been doing you know,” he smirked. Your eyes grew wide, not sure exactly what he meant. You have been doing an awful lot lately. “Every time i touch you, your thighs clench together, probably in hopes to relieve some of the pressure that has surely built up over the last few days,” the truth behind the things he said had your mouth hanging open, unaware of what to say to him. He closed the distance between the two of you arms boxing you in as you leaned against the wall in absolute complete shock.

“I-” You began to try and say anything but his finger pressed against your lips. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked over you, a fire in his eyes you had never seen before.

“Am I wrong?” He whispered as he brought his lips to your neck, leaving the softest kisses down from behind your ear to your shoulder. You let out a moan, as you felt yourself grow wetter. ��Didn't think so,” Harry mumbled before bringing his lips to yours. The kiss started slowly, his lips familiarizing themselves with yours. Moving gently over yours, but soon it became deep and with intent, you could feel his hand traveling down your body stopping right before the pool that had accumulated in your underwear. This was it.

The car screeched to a halt and you could hear Tom cursing at the driver in front of you, you looked around shocked that you had fallen asleep. When did Tom and Harrison swap seats? More importantly, how long had you been asleep and how much of your dream had slipped from your unconscious lips. You were a sleep talker, like majorly, so the panic set in instantly, having just had a wet dream about the boy to your right.

Harrison noticed you had woken up first, turning around in his seat as much as he could to look at you. “Morning y/n, have a good sleep?” it didn't seem as there was any teasing behind his question so you were hopeful.

“S’allright. How long was i out?” you felt Harry's body move as if he was chuckling you turned to see a giant shit eating grin spread across his face. You felt your stomach twist. “What did I say?” you asked burying your face in your hands, you knew this could be bad.

“It's okay love, think only I heard,” Harry whispered.

“I heard,” Sam piped in.

“So did we,” Tom announced from the driver's seat. You groaned in embarrassment, why did you have to have a wet dream in a car with your closest friends.

“Was it bad?” you finally asked, peering through your fingers to see Harry's face. You could clearly tell he was holding back something.

“Oh Harry,” Tom mimicked your voice.

“Better than my dreams,” Harrison added.

“Soo soo good,” Sam chuckled.

This was it, the end of your life, this was by far the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened.

“Please don't stop Harry,” Harry whispered in your ear, eyebrows raised, obviously enjoying this. You were sure you were as red as a tomato at this point, your worst fears coming to life.

“Oh my god, you could have woken me up!” You shrieked, burying your face deeper into your hands.

“It seemed like a very good dream, didn't want to interrupt,” Harrison chuckled from in front of you.

You decided to keep your eyes closed for the next few hours, being sure not to fall asleep. When you finally arrived at the small cabin that had been rented for the night, prior to the trip you were relieved to be able to breath and stretch. You had stayed relatively quiet, you were absolutely mortified and you didn't want to become more embarrassed by anything you could say or do at this point.

“Y/N” Tom called. You turned your attention to him, not having heard what he had just said. “Only two rooms, so I'm going to have you bunk with Harry again. You don’t mind right?” He said the last part with a smirk and you knew instantly you would never live this down.

“Course she doesn't,” Harry chimed in, throwing his arm around your shoulder. saving you from having to respond in any way. You smiled up to him through your lashes, silently thanking him. He nodded at you and winked.

Your heart skipped a beat.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Sam whipped up a quick but delicious dinner before the five of you went to your sleeping areas. Tom and Harrison took the bunk room, Sam settled with the pullout bed, leaving you and Harry to share a full sized bed. It would be a snug night.

“You okay darling?” Harry asked as he settled into the bed next to you, you were trying to not let your mind wander. Sleep, you were going to just sleep tonight.

“Other than being mortified, I'm alright,” You mumbled as you rolled onto your side facing away from Harry.

“Because of your dream?” you felt him shuffling on the bed before his hand reached out gently resting on your hip. “You can't control the things your subconscious comes up with. Honestly it was flattering,”

“Seriously?” you asked, face deadpan. As you turned to look at him. He raised his eyebrows at you. “It wasn't my subconscious Harry, yes i happened to be asleep, but i have been having these thoughts for weeks. Imagining you stripping me naked and having your way with me. Every time you touch my leg, I hope your hand will travel between my thighs. I'm longing for you to scratch an itch I wasn't even aware I had,” you took a deep breath and then realized what you had just said. “You're my best friend, I'm not supposed to be thinking like this,” You went to turn back around, but Harry reached out grabbing your waist. Before you even had a second to respond you felt Harry's lips crash into yours. His fingers gripped onto your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you, you of course reciprocated, your hands rested on his chest as he pulled your body closer to his. His lips left yours causing a whimper to leave your mouth.

He moved his mouth to your neck, leaving soft kisses and light nibbles down the sensitive skin, till he reached your collar bone. He looked up at you, with lust filled eyes. “I haven't been able to get you off my mind,” He admitted shyly, returning his lips to yours. You smiled into his kiss.

“You're joking,” he took his bottom lip between his teeth while shaking his head. You were sure everything melted away at that moment. Your arms went around his neck as his arms went around your waist closing any distance that was between the two of you. The kisses became sloppy and hungry as Harry's hands slipped under your shirt. The feeling of his fingers on your bare skin sending a wave of excitement through your body. “Harry,” You moaned as his lips ghosted over the skin on your neck.

“Tell me what you want love,” his voice was deeper than normal, and filled with lust making you shiver.

“Touch me please,” You nearly begged him. He raised one eyebrow before letting his hand that he had moved to your cheek travel unimaginably slow down your body.

“Where do you want me to touch?” He asked you as his hand made its way to your breast, cupping it and feeling around over your shirt until he had the bead of your nipple between his fingers gently rolling it. You gasped at the sudden stimulation. He lifted your shirt replacing his fingers with his mouth letting his tongue roll it around while his hand glided down your stomach stopping just before the waistband of your pajama bottoms. “Can I?” he asked coyly.

“Please,” You let out as his hand slipped down past your pants and your undies. His fingers gently glided through your soaking folds, before finding your bundle and rubbing it lightly in a circular motion. You let out a moan at the action.

"Take it off for me," Harry said as he pulled his hand away from you.

You began to shake slightly your eyes shooting open, was this seriously happening a second time in the same day? You looked over to see Harry propped up on his elbow next to you, his features illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the curtains. His grin was undeniable.

“Please, i don't even want to know,” You groaned as you buried your face deep in the pillow.

“Oh but I want to know,” He said as he ran his fingers down your spine. “Please tell me what I am doing in your dreams to make you make those noises?”

You lifted your head, looking at him. You could tell him everything and maybe he would feel the same and actually act on your wild dreams, or you could pretend not to remember and hope this never happened again. He leaned in closer to you and his lips brushed against your earlobe. “Tell me how I'm making you moan like that in your pretty little head,” he whispered.

You let out a gasp, at his sudden close proximity to you. You could already feel the juices pooling in your panties.

“Well,” You gulped. “It usually starts with you kissing me,” His grin grew as he leaned in, letting his lips nearly touch yours. You were sure you were about to melt.

“Just like this?” he whispered, not actually connecting your lips.

“Y.y.yeah,” you stuttered out, your mind going wild at what was actually happening.

“And then?” he asked, licking his lips as he stared into your eyes.

“You move to my neck.” He moved his hand so it was on your neck, his fingers brushing up and down your skin.

“Kissing, sucking, or biting?” he asked. You nodded to him, unable to think about anything. He flashed you a smile before moving his lips down to your neck, barely kissing your skin.

“What's next?” he asked into your skin, not moving his lips from where they were peppering the most gentle kisses.

“Either you touch my boobs or go down lower, but then i always wake up,” you admitted, your voice breathy and uneven. Harry lifted his head from your neck with wide eyes.

“You're telling me that's as far as it goes and I have you making noises like that?” The shock on his face and in his voice was cute, and you couldn't help but giggle at him.

“Yes,” you said coyly, a serious blush spreading across your cheeks.

"How long have you been having these dreams y/n?" He asked you quietly. You felt your breath hitch and you didn't want to admit to him that this isn't a new thing, your attraction to him has been a thing for years. You shook your head, not wanting to answer the question. “How long?” he repeated.

“Months,” You whispered, barely audible, But by the cocky look on his face you could tell he had heard you loud and clear.

“And you have never said anything, because?” He asked as he placed his hand on your stomach slowly sliding it down.

“I didn't think it was appropriate,” You mumbled, as you watched his hand as it slipped between the hem of your pajamas and panties. You let out a gasp as his fingers slid up and down your panties.

"So wet, and for what? I haven't even done a thing," Harry teased. You couldn't believe this was happening, especially after the day you had. To say you were embarrassed was an understatement, but in this moment you could care less. "Tell me what you want me to do," he told you as he rubbed you over your panties.

"If we're being honest Harry, all I can think of is how you would feel inside of me," as soon as the words left your mouth you were shocked at yourself, unsure of what exactly had come over you.

"Let's find out then princess," he whispered as he grabbed your pants and panties and peeled them off your body. You felt exposed laying sans bottoms in front of Harry, your friend, who you had feelings for. He reached down, running a finger through your slick folds, and then bringing it up to his mouth. The motion alone was enough for you to nearly die, the idea of Harry tasting you was unbelievably hot, and judging by the obvious bulge in his pajama pants, he agreed.

You reached out to palm him through the fabric of his pants, and as soon as you made contact he let out a quiet groan before pushing you down onto the bed, and finally connecting your lips.

Kissing Harry was everything you expected and more, his lips were soft and gentle all while being rough and hungry for yours. He kissed you with such passion you were sure this had to be yet another dream. It wasn't until you managed to push his sweats halfway down his thigh, revealing his hard outline in his boxers that you were fully sure this was in fact happening.

He moved his lips from yours and down the entirety of your body, focusing a little on your breasts, being sure to pay each one the equal amount of attention, until finally making his way to right above your heat. This was always the part you would wake up, never having experienced Harry between your legs, tongue at work while his curls tickled the inside of your thighs, just the thought of wrapping your fingers in those unruly curls to hold him closer to you made your mouth salivate. When he finally dipped his head down, running his tongue all the way from your entrance to your clit you let out a loud moan, forgetting that the three others were only separated by thin walls. The noises you were making were like music to Harry's ears, telling him he was doing a perfect job, and once your fingers grasped at his hair and began to tug tightly he knew you couldn't get enough of his tongue. He moved his hand from where it had been resting on your knee, slid it up your thigh slowly until his fingers were able to tease your entrance while his tongue focused all on your sensitive nub, drawing circles and flicking it so perfect that once his finger went inside it only took you about two brushes against your g spot for you to completely let go, and Harry rode that shit out, not stopping his precise movements until your moaning and gasping had quieted a little.

He pulled away from you, face glistening in the moonlight with a mixture of your orgasm and his saliva, he wiped his face with the back of his hand before crawling over you, and kissing you again. This kiss was different, more soft and gentle, still with purpose but unlike the first it seemed rather intimate, Harry let his body sink down onto yours, his clothed bulge brushing your sensitive nub while he continued to kiss you.

"Harry," you moaned into his lips, as you hooked your fingers in the hem of his waistband.

"We'll get there baby," he said brushing a few loose strands of hair from your face. The unusual pet name towards you just made your want for him grow. Harry Holland was to good for this earth, too good for you, yet here he was, fueling your fan fiction fantasies, and he was doing it so well you could almost forget that once this was over, you would go back to just being friends, and nothing more. Cause if you were sure of one thing it was that despite your ever growing feelings for Harry, he was not one to develop feelings, in the years you had known him you had never seen him be in a relationship. Which made you think he just wasn't interested.

With his hips grinding against yours while the two of you kissed for what felt like forever you could feel the ache building back up, needing more of him, needing to feel him. He disconnected your lips, pushing himself onto his knees so he could pull his boxers down, his cock which was oh so yummy slapping up against his stomach before he grabbed it and pumped it a few times. "You sure?" He asked you. Eyes full of worry. Once you did this there was no going back, even though your heart would probably break knowing he would never be yours.

"Never been more sure of anything else," you told him. He flashed you his giant Harry smile before lining himself at your entrance, his cock teasing you as his eyes were focused on your face. He wanted to see your reaction to him, to see how he made you feel. He pushed in slowly, giving you ample time to stretch to his size, though with how aroused you were you didn't need all that much. When his hips were flush against yours he started to thrust in and out, slowly at first, bit then harder and faster, stroking your spot with every thrust. The noises coming from the two of you sounded like they were out of a porno, skin slapping against skin, moans escaping from your lips and groaning from him as he pounded into you. After a few minutes of that he brought his hand down between you, letting his fingers rub circles on your nub, it wouldn't take you long now.

"Harry, 'm Soo close," you moaned, your fingers digging into the skin on his back.

"Me to baby, me to," he mumbled as he sped up his rhythm. When the cord finally snapped you felt a wave wash over you, of complete and utter euphoria. You felt Harry twitch inside you before slowing his thrusts down and falling onto your body. Your pretty sure you blacked out for a bit after that, cause when you finally open your eyes, the sun is streaming through the curtains and you are snuggled up against Harry. For a second you're worried it was just a dream, until you notice you are both still sans clothes under the sheet.

"Morning," Harry mumbles, eyes still closed.

"Good morning," you say quietly, not sure what's going to happen from here.

"Last night was amazing," he says after a few excruciating seconds. You giggle and nod your head, afraid that your word will betray you. "I've been waiting for that for years," he adds. Your eyes grow wide as you prop yourself up to look at his face.

"What did you just say?" You demand. His eyes flutter open and look directly at you, a smile on his face.

"I have been waiting for that for years," he repeats matter of factly. He could see the shock written on your face, so he reached out to grab your hand, interlocking your fingers. "You didn't honestly think I didn't have feelings for you did you? Why do you think Tom and Haz were always forcing us to bunk together?" You think back to all the times where the other three boys would group you and Harry off, leaving the two of you alone, and suddenly it all makes sense.

"You like me?" You ask, a smile spreading on your face.

"Baby, I'd be crazy if I didn't," he whispers, leaning up to kiss your lips.

Right then the door flies open and an irritated Tom, Harrison, and Sam are stood in the doorway. You're fully aware of your naked state now, clutching the sheet to cover all the exposed parts of your body.

"You guys were SO loud last night," Harrison says looking back and forth between the two of you. You mumble a sorry, completely embarrassed, until Tom starts to laugh.

"It's about time," he says, walking over and patting Harry on the shoulder before the three of them disappear back into the main area of the cabin.

"Whoops," Harry laughs, placing a kiss on your temple. You look up at him and can't help but smile.

#harry holland smut #harry holland #harry robert holland #harry holland x y/n #harry holland one shot

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hxneekyuu · 3 years

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accidental kiss || tsukishima kei, ennoshita chikara, miya atsumu, lev haiba

request : Hey Can I request a headcanon or one shot with Haikyuu characters (any of your choices) having an accidental kiss with their crush, you know, the cliché romance scene in drama's where the girl fell and male catches her and end ups kissing, or something when the girl turn around not noticing the close distance between the male, and their lips touches. Anything that is accidental

warnings : miya atsumu, Suna Gets a Haircut

a/n : so i did one of those random hq generator things bc i could only decide on one boi and that was tsukki,,, the results made me laugh so here you go -- btw these are all gonna be pre-dating bc thats just wonderful we love that

tsukishima kei

this is definitely all tsukkis fault

you two are at your house just vibing and at some point you head into the kitchen to make food

and hes leaning against the counter right in front of the cabinet you need to get to

but he has the audacity not to move the fuck outta the way when you tell him you need to get past

so youre like ok fuck it and just reach around him to open it

but the bowl you need is pretty high up so youre like on your tippy toes tryna get the damn thing and hes just sitting there watching you struggle

instead of helping you like he isnt damn near 6′3″

but riiiiight as youve got the bowl, you end up grabbing it a little too forcefully and you bring like a million dishes down with it

so ofc even though he definitely deserves it, youre not trying to concuss the poor guy with literal ceramic dishes raining down on him

so you kinda lunge forward to stop them all from falling

and, hearing the crash of dishes over his head, he naturally ducks because he doesnt want to die

honestly,,,, its more of a crash of your noses and foreheads but theres such chaos of like,,, trying not to die??

that at some point you just feel his mouth on yours and it deadass just stays there while you both are figuring out what the hell is happening

eventually he kinda pulls back but only a little bc he knows youre struggling to hold onto the dishes and he doesnt wanna screw that up

and he doesnt even say anything he just reaches up awkwardly and helps you set the dishes back on the shelf

and then he grabs the bowl youd been trying the get the entire time and hands it to you with a completely blank face

its a very awkward dinner im not gonna lie

mostly bc at some point he just starts cracking jokes about it and refuses to acknowledge it seriously bc he sucks

ennoshita chikara

ennoshita’s taking a break from studying with the second years on the team

mostly bc he never gets any studying done with them

so youre studying together for a test at his house

and its just been many many hours of studying so ofc youre both exhausted

so its not surprising to him when you just pass out on your notes

but the thing is,,, your heads right on top of a sheet that he needs

and for a while he just kinda studies without it

he studies other stuff and tries to remember it on his own so he can fill in the gap in his notes

but eventually hes like fuck i really need these notes

so he just,,, tries to slide it out from under your head really carefully

and it involves a lot of him getting really close and trying to lift your head and a bunch of really soft cute things that would be super embarrassing for him to be caught doing

like,,, if you happened to wake up

which of course, you do

and youre really confused bc you can feel his breath fanning over your face and his eyes are really close but not focused on you, theyre focused on smth under your face

so you lift your head to see what hes doing

but he freaks out and moves his face when he notices youre awake

and its just a litto brush of your lips over his as your faces are passing each other

but the poor bub jumps back like you just shocked the crap out of him

and then he apologizes for like the next ten minutes and its impossible to get back to studying bc youre both just panicking internally

miya atsumu

this literally happens like it does in the movies

it all starts with a chase scene

that really you should never have been a part of

youre just minding your business walking down the hall after school on your way to get your stuff

and its pretty empty bc you had a club thing so its late afternoon and no ones around

and you just hear it

men screaming

and then he appears, barreling around the corner like his life depends on it

and youre like

this cant be good

and when he sees you hes yelling out for you like HELP ME

but you somehow always manage to get caught in the miya twin antics so youre like

fuck no im out

but apparently youre not out bc atsumus grabbing your arm and dragging you behind him yelling smth about scissors and a haircut

and when you look back you just see suna rounding the corner, half of his little triangle haircut chopped off so he looks like a sad half onigiri,,,

but you know it was atsumu and that this man is definitely dead when suna catches him

so youre like okay fuck it i guess im helping him AGAIN

and you get outside to a section of the school where theres still sports teams practicing and lots of people around so you hide in a corner together

but the Suna Energy is approaching so atsumu fuckin freaks and does that cheesy movie thing where he ducks his head down so he wont be seen

but theres like a group of guys passing by and one of them just bumps into atsumus back and that shit just sends him right into you

and all he can think is “oops”

he only has one brain cell give him a break

but he just stalls completely and forgets about the whole suna thing

but ofc his hair is fucking piss yellow and suna has not forgotten

he ends up totally getting his ass beat but after that little smooch atsumus definitely a bit keen to see you more often

lev haiba

i fucking love this gif look at the litto shoyou go

this tall babie does not know the meaning of personal space he has no functional understanding of a Bubble

honestly he probably gets dangerously close to kissing you on a regular basis, considering you’re seatmates in class

he’s just ALWAYS in your space

at first he’s probably shy bc he doesn’t know you

but once you become friends he’s like THIS IS NOT YOUR DESK THIS IS JUST MY SECOND DESK

so every day there’s always one thing that’s super dangerous

last week it was him looking over your shoulder while you did work silently

yesterday it was him reaching across you to open the window on your left side

today he just really wants a bite of the bread you bought and are currently already eating

and when he wants smth, he gets Very Whiny

he’s so clingy and adorable that you can’t ever get mad

he’s like a little puppy how can you resist him

so when you’re finally like okay fine you can have a bite he’s like

MONCH

he doesn’t even wait for you to tear off a piece he just leans in for a bite

but you had said yes while in the middle of biting it so he essentially does that thing where you’re both biting it at the same time

but, again, he doesn’t know what personal space means

so he also doesn’t have the ability to gauge distances well

so he straight up just meets you halfway and presses his mouth to yours while he’s biting down

the boi probably doesn’t even notice

he just pulls back quickly once he has his bite and goes about his life

you literally are going to have to tell him he just kissed you

and after that he’s a total fucking mess

he doesn’t know what to do he never knows what to do

he’s just going to keep causing Chaos while he panics

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #ennoshita chikara #ennoshita x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #lev haiba #lev x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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heyy, for the milestone game i got stars + enemies to lovers + body swap...wooo sounds a little tricky i hope you’re able to write one for this!

ahhhh this one was SO fun to write i literally just cranked it out just now?? definitely was nervous when i saw the combo, but then it hit me right before i needed to go to bed (it’s almost 3am rn LOL) you didn’t pick a member so i hope you’re okay w my pick ^^ anon i hope you enjoy this!

p.s. i haven't rly proofread this yet, but since it's late i'll do it tmrw after i get off work oops

this is part of my milestone prompt game!

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glow-in-the-dark

pairing: jeonhan x reader

genre: angst, romance

word count: 838

warnings: swearing, name-calling

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There were few things you despised in this world, but Yoon Jeonghan had to be at the top of that list. Arrogant, manipulative, a smooth-talking charmer, and above all else, he was stupidly attractive. One sweep through his hair with his hands was enough to drive everyone insane. Everyone, including the teachers, loved him. Not you, though. You were immune to his charm. You had to be in order to fend him off and stay at the top of your game. It was tough competing with him for the top spot in the school, the two of you constantly going back and forth between #1 and #2. You would do anything in your power to destroy him.

And if there was anything you hated more than Yoon Jeonghan, it was being stuck in his body. A fucking nightmare if you’ve ever experienced one. And to make matters worse, he was stuck in your body doing lord knows what. Life could be cruel, but you had no idea it could be this cruel to throw you into the body of the man you absolutely could not stand. Besides, how the fuck did this even happen? Body swaps only ever occurred in movies, and last you checked? This was real life, not some Freaky Friday spin-off.

It had only been a week since the freak accident that caused all of this, but you yearned for the days you could be back in your body. For the most part, neither your friends nor family suspected a thing, and if they did, they didn’t say anything. Every night, the two of you would consult with each other about how to be one another — how to address each other’s families, typical mannerisms, clothing picks for the next day. It was methodical the way you two navigated this chaos, but that was expected of the top two students at your school. You hated Yoon Jeonghan, that much was true. But the more time you spent in his shoes (quite literally), the more you realized that perhaps there was a lot more to him than met your eye.

You stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars plastered on his ceiling. What is he, five years old? you laughed to yourself. A violent buzzing directed your attention to your phone on the table.

“What do you want?” you answered the call.

“I’m outside my house,” Jeonghan whispered.

“Your house or my house?” At this point you were just saying things to annoy him.

“My house, idiot. Come outside.”

“What about your parents?”

“They’re probably asleep. Besides, they’ve never cared what I did.” Hearing him say that (with your voice) pulled a heartstring. No, you shook your head. Now was not the time for you to be pitying Yoon Jeonghan of all people. You slipped your feet into his slippers and trudged downstairs, carefully opening and closing the door behind you so as to not make a sound.

“What are you doing here?” You raised your eyebrow at him.

“I found a solution.”

“For what?”

“I don’t understand how you can be the top student if you’re this fucking dense,” he muttered.

“Oh, so you admit that I’m #1?” A smirk crept across your face.

“I never said that. Anyways,” he continued. “We can go back to our bodies.”

A tension you didn’t realize you were holding in your shoulders released. “Finally,” you sighed in relief.

“But— ”

“God, there’s always a 'but.'”

“Would you let me finish?”

Never in a million years, you thought, but you nodded, indicating for him to continue on.

“We have to kiss each other.”

You could have sworn your eyes were going to pop out of your head. “Absolutely not.”

“Hey, look, if you don’t want to do it, I don’t want to do it even more.”

“Why is everything always a competition for you, Yoon Jeonghan?”

“Who’s fault do you think it is?” The neighborhood dogs started barking as a result of your very loud bickering and you both knew that was a sign for you to quiet down. “Anyways, I would never kiss you of my own free will.”

Ouch. Even if you despised the boy in front of you, it was never a nice feeling to hear that you were unwanted. “Whatever, I’m not kissing someone who still has glow-in-the-dark stars in his room,” you bit back.

“We have to unless you want to stay in my body forever.” And there was the selling point. That was the last thing you wanted was to be stuck like this. Forever. “Also, those stars help me sleep at night.”

At this point, you were bursting at the seams with laughter, riling the dogs up once more.

“Would you just shut up already?” Jeonghan’s hands found your face and pulled you in close. It was annoying how soft his lips were, how they had you craving his touch more and more and more. You hated Yoon Jeonghan, but you know what they say: the line between hate and love is thin.

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