#seriously though if you have voice line suggestions. pls

[deoidesign]

I need voice lines to animate them to, stat!!!

I love playing with their shapes they have such nice contrast.

#seriously though if you have voice line suggestions. pls #otherwise im gonna start asking some friends to voice act #ill be honest. I'm probably gonna do that anyways. #oh yeah #drawing #digital art #character design #concept art #ocs #my art #my ocs #time and time again #adam #steve #adam and steve #to animate

[chippedaxe]

Shower Sex Hc's

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Title: Shower Sex Hc's

Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), shower sex, coarse language, degrading names may be used, hair pulling, stomach bulge, orgasm denial etc.. (unedited btw)

Pronouns: They/Them non specified genitalia

Synopsis: Headcanons of how sex in the shower with these Mcyt's would go!

Word count: 2.2k

Note: No one requested this but it was an idea that needed to be written! This might be a very long post..

* I'm also still writing everyone's request, pls just be patient <3

If there’s any warnings that I’ve missed/ tags I need to fix/ anything in the fic that needs fixing then pls let me know !!

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c! Dream

- You were standing with your front facing the water, your eyes were closed and your face was buried in water. You were just trying to wash all the dirt off your skin when you suddenly got spooked, a large hand came up and caressed your side which made you jump a little "Huh??" you turned around and saw your hunky boyfriend there "Sorry, did I scare you?" He laughed at your shocked reaction.

"What're you doing in here?? I'm showering!" you exclaimed "So am I! What a coincidence!" He kissed your cheek and rubbed circles into your hips "Dream.. I'm trying to be clean!" you pushed him off you and he faked being hurt "Ouch.. You really hurt my feelings, what did I do to deserve this?" he gasped dramatically "Oh you shut up, you big baby!" you laugh at his silly antics.

Dream offers to wash your back for you and you reluctantly agree "No weird stuff?" you seem suspicious of his behavior "Weird stuff? From me? Never!" he scoffed at you, you already knew that you had made a mistake when he had said that. He squirted some liquid soap into his hand and began to run his hands over your back, it feels like a nice massage until he starts to get even lower.. His hands move down so they're now groping at your butt "Dream, that's a bit low" you growl at him.

"You've got me there, dear!" he chuckles as he continues to gently massage your ass "Are you seriously this horny? You can't even wait for me to clean up before touching me?" You furrowed your eyebrows "I'm horny for you, baby" Dream kissed you and wrapped his arms around your torso. You kissed him back and then moved your hands to feel up his chest, one hand slowly making its way down toward his stomach "You're so good to me, dear, couldn't have anyone better than you.." Dream huffed into your ear.

You took his cock in your hand and you pumped it a few times just so it'd get hard and then you slowly pushed it inside of you, you gasped as it stretched you out and made your legs shake "Oh fuck!" Dream groaned "H- hold me!" you dug your nails into his back as he started to thrust into you. You were already so close to cumming with how he was just railing into you "C- cumming!" you squealed "Already? Fuck! Me too!" Dream bit down on the back of his hand and started fucking you faster "Ah!" you came on his cock.

c! Sapnap

- You walked into the bathroom and saw the outline of Sapnap's figure through the curtain, you bit your lip and began to undress hastily. You dropped your pants to the ground and carefully snuck into the shower behind Sapnap, he didn't even notice until your hands snaked up to caress his chest "Ah.. Baby.." he softly moans as you rub his chest "Mind if I shower with you?" you smile.

“Just showering?" Sapnap smirked "Maybe not just showering" you blushed as you imagined what was going to come, "come here and I'll wash your body for you" Sapnap kissed your forehead. You moved towards him and passed the soap, Sapnap lathered his hands in soap before running his rough hands over your skin.

You let out a hitched moan when his hands brushed over your nipples, he let one of his hands travel down your stomach and to your nether regions "You're already wet? But baby, you didn't go under the water" Sapnap laughed "Don't tease me or I'll dry off and go take care of this myself" you hissed "You're right, sorry baby" he continued his actions and moved his hand to slowly finger you. You whined softly as his fingers thrusted in and out of you gently, your hips bucked against him and you started to grind yourself against his hand but he then pulled out without warning.

You whimpered and cried "Sap!" you pouted, he bent you over slightly and then lined himself up with your hole. You bit your lip in pleasure when he finally pushed in, he grunted as you clenched around his cock "Shit.. Baby, you feel so good!" Sapnap threw his head back and drilled into your sweet hole. You held onto the wall so that you didn't slip in the shower, you moved your hips against his, your free hand flew to cover your mouth.

His cock was absolutely wrecking you and you didn't wanna have to explain your screams of pleasure to the neighbors, Sapnap leaned forward and bit down lightly into your shoulder. You gasped and came with that action, Sapnap came not too long after. "Let's actually get clean now, aye?" Sapnap teased but then quickly had to catch you as your wobbly legs gave way.

c! George

- You offered to shower with George and he hesitated at first "What? Why would we shower together for? We have two bathrooms" George was confused "I could wash your back, maybe wash a little more.." you suggested "Like what?" George still didn't get the idea so you decided to just join him the next time he was showering. You threw your shirt over your head and wiggled off your pants, you then pulled back the curtain to reveal a scared and embarrassed George.

"H- Hey! This showers taken!!" George blushed and turned away "I know, I wanted to shower with you, is that okay?" you give him a hug and your naked bodies press together for just a moment "I- I guess!" George pries you off him and tries to hide away in the corner "George baby, don't you want me to wash you?" you pursed your lips together "I can do that myself!" George exclaimed "I could do it for you though.. I promise I'll be extra gentle" you smile up at him.

George groans and lets you do what you wish, you squeal and cover your hands in soap. You rub his arms first, you bite your lip as you subtly squeeze at his muscly forearm, you then start to caress and wash his torso and chest "George, you're so pretty" you coo as you rinse off the soap. You turn George around and then you start to get on your knees "What're you doing?" George asked you, you moved your hair out of the way and looked up at him "What does it look like? Cleaning you, dummy!" you smiled.

"H-hey no! I know you're doing something lewd!" George cried out as you gave the tip of his cock a little kiss, he grew hard right away and you grinned "You can tell me now if you want me to stop.." you tease him "N- no" George begins to speak "Aw, I've been forcing you into this.." you tease further and begin to stand up to leave but George unexpectedly pushes you down "Suck it" he growls, your eyes go wide at his sudden dominance.

You listen to him immediately, your lips parting and letting his cock push into your mouth. You suck on him gently and you let your tongue swirl around the tip "Fuck, that's real good.." George's hand travels to your hair and he carefully starts to guide your mouth, he wants to fuck your face so bad but he'll hold out on doing that. "Gonna cum.. Gonna shoot my seed down your throat, baby" George grunted and came into your mouth.

You swallowed his cum and pulled off his penis, you looked up at him and wiped your mouth "You think you can get away with teasing me? Get your ass over here and try not to slip" he stared you down.

c! Karl

- Karl wasn’t taking a shower and he was starting to really smell worry you a lot, you came up from behind and hugged him but pulled away when you smelt his odd scent “baby? Why’d you pull away?” He turned around “I wanted to ask if you’d like to shower with me!” You came up with an idea to get him to finally bathe.

“Shower with you? I’m not sure about that, our shower can be a bit cramped” Karl thought to himself “then I guess we’re gonna have to stand pretty close..” you hinted to him, his face blushed a bright red when he figured out what you meant “alright! W- we can do that!” Karl’s voice cracked as he agreed.

You met him in the bathroom, he was already in the shower and waiting for you. You pulled off your outfit of the day and then jumped in behind him, your hands both quickly reacting and covering both his mouth and his cock. He started to moan and whine as your hand pumped his cock “hmmmhn!” His voice was muffled by your hand.

“Baby, gonna cum?” You tease as your hand strokes him a little faster. He nods his head and humps your hand a little bit as he gets closer and closer, you then pull away just as he’s about to cum. “H-Huh??” He’s all whiny and pouting when you move your hands “only clean boys are allowed to cum, clean yourself smelly” you tease him.

c! Punz

- He asked you if you wanted to come shower with him, you had already known the sexual consequences of accepting his offer and you had accepted. Punz had bad intentions with you, he walked into the bathroom and started to strip himself immediately whilst you stood there and watched him "Aren't you gonna undress?" he glanced towards you "oh uh.. Yeah!" you gulped and took your clothes off.

- You got into the shower with him and he started to rinse himself off under the water "Aren't you gonna come here and get wet?" his words even sounded lewd, you shyly made your way over and got under the water. The water ran down your bodies "The water isn't on you properly, get closer like this" he pulls you in so now you two are basically entwined. Your crotch is brushing up against his and you're questioning how he isn't hard yet, you start to slowly grind up on him and you hope that he doesn't notice.

"Look at you being a whore, trying to get off when I was just trying to have a nice shower with you?" He teased, his hand reaching down to toy with your little hole. You whined against his slightly touches "ah.. Please fuck me.." you pawed at his body and he stood there nonchalantly. "You think you deserve it? I was just trying to shower and you started touching me" Punz teased you and crossed his arms.

You nodded desperately “fine, but you have to clean me up!” Punz pretends as if this wasn’t what he had planned, his cock was already hard from the moment he entered the bathroom. You bent over and allowed him to thrust his huge dick inside of you, you gasped and moaned out in pleasure as he was already going rough.

Punz dug his hands into your hip as his balls slapped your ass, his thrusting was making your legs hurt and your stomach bulge. You held onto your tummy and covered your mouth as you felt yourself already about to cum, you warned Punz by tapping the wall “g-hnnn..” your legs shook and you almost fell over when you had came.

c! Eret

- Eret joined you in the shower, her hands washing your hair carefully which made you go into a more blissful mood. You crooked your head back as she gently tugged, you moaned softly when he pulled on your hair by accident "sorry!" you shut your mouth and hoped he wouldn't tease you over that. "Did I hurt you??" Eret asked with a bit of a teasing undertone "N- no, that didn't hurt-" you began to say "Oh, so it felt good?" Eret smirked, you lowered your head and didn't answer.

Eret pulled on your hair again which made you let out a high pitched squeal "Ah!" it sounded almost pornographic, Eret chuckled lightly "I was just trying to wash your hair and here you are making my cock all hard" they showed off their hardened penis. You gulped nervously as you took in his length "shit" you thought to yourself "I'm sorry, please be gentle with me!" you pleaded "You say that as if I'm not normally gentle with you" Eret laughs.

Eret's hands squeeze your hips for a moment before lifting one of your legs up, she then slid their penis inside of your hole "Ah! Fuck!" you howled in pleasure "Does it feel good, baby?" Eret thrusted harshly inside of you. You nod your head as you're trying to keep your noises down "Why don't you speak up?" Eret teased as he started to thrust harder "Ah! F- Fuck! Eret! Eret! Eret!" you put your hands on the wall so that you wouldn't slip, you bit down on your lip as you found it harder to stay quiet.

"FUCK! I'm CUMMING!" you couldn't conceal your screams of pleasure as you came all over their cock, your hole clenched around him and she ended up coming just after you.

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#mcyt x reader smut #mcyt headcanons #mcyt x reader #mcyt smut #dream smp smut #dsmp smut

[howlingartbean]

OKAY SO, an AU but it's a Monster/Hybrid Farm AU, cause why not?

Imma share my thoughts and ideas here so click read more since it gon be long and there are going to be a few suggestive things in there, so minors, do me a favor, do not interact. This is PART 1 of it.

SO! You bought this farm from a family, who could not keep it any longer since none of them wanted to take it over after their parent passed away. You took it over without knowing that it was technically a farm filled with monsters/hybrids. Imagine your surprise when one of the family members showed you around and introduced you to them one by one. Some were friendly while the others were a bit unsure of you.

Thatch - Grizzly Bear

- Listen, I thought about this for too damn long alright. (pls I just wanna call him papa bear cause I'm cheesy like that, alright?) Thatch looks like a normal human being except he's a bit hairier and towers over you than an average male height.

- The family member told you that he was a skin-changer and goes briefly into detail that he transforms into a large ass grizzly bear that could be sometimes seen wandering around. (think beorn from the hobbit)

-Ironically, he's the beekeeper on the farm. Though mind you the bees aren't that tiny, they're about 1 or 2 inches big. ANYWAY! He's in charge of the honey even selling them and occasionally the kitchen.

- Lemme tell you, this man flirted with you as soon as you stepped into his side of the farm. Hell, he even pressed a kiss on the back of your hand. He had not once let go of your hand while the family member talked.

- ooof, his voice, he has a bit of a rumble when he speaks and has that soothing southern accent. He's already giving you nicknames. He pouted when you and the family member had to move on to the others around the farm.

-"I reckon I'll be seein' you 'round more, sugar cube." *wink*

Marco - Phoenix

- Pfftt, obviously, WHAT ELSE?! Though no, yeah, I thought about changing him to another type of bird, but then decided nah, we're going with our basics lol. (though I did have a thought of him being a rooster *snickers* Oh, what a sight that'll be. Him just cawing at the top of his lungs on the roof)

- Again, like Thatch, he looks normal until you see some turquoise feathers peeping out from underneath the half unbuttoned shirt he wore. The family member again briefly explains that he was kinda like Thatch and that he was the head medic on the farm.

- Sleepy blues and a breathtaking smile, woof

- He's giving you the "bedroom eyes" as once again the family member rattles on.

-His hand is so soft and smooth, wtf?? hand over the routine, sir.

- Like Thatch, he has not let go of your hand, seriously, these whores ajdfhkjadf

- He's so damn smooth even when he talks, it almost sounds like a siren luring you into a warm embrace and promising comfort. Ooohh, he's definitely going to be the death of you.

- "Welcome to the farm, I hope to get to know more about you." smooth motherfucker

Sabo - Dragon

- Once again, another basic. Thought of others but decided well, Sabo can be feral from time to time and occasionally get angry if poked a certain way.

- Sabo was way obvious. The deep blue scales lining his face, arms, his pointy ears, and horns were, of course, the giveaway.

-He was a bit miffed with you since he doesn't trust new people and thought the worst about you but hid it underneath that "nice" exterior yet the bite he had underneath his words kind of peeved you.

- The family member apologizes for his behavior and quickly explains the reasoning which sort of made you relax. Sort of.

-I haven't really thought much about what role he would partake in, I figure he would do something along the lines of patrolling the farm to keep any unwanted "visitors" out and predators. Idk yet.

- He needs a little more time on coming around to trust you. Gotta prove it to him, though he'll work with you to get a job done. dayyumm sexual tension automatically.

- He has an English accent though you can't seem to decipher which part of England he's from since he hides it very well. He never says why.

- "I look forward to working with you."

Anyway, that's about it for now, I would love to hear from y'all about some input or ideas! I love reading them 😊

#one piece x reader #thatch x reader #marco the phoenix x reader #alternate universe #headcanons #sabo x reader

[oriigirii]

💞 MC is a Genshin Simp 💞

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{ AN: Omg! This is my first ask so thank you anon (๑ↀᆺↀ๑)/!! This is such a vibe too haha, I hope you like it! } Warnings: None [Maybe Refs and Chars you wont get if you dont play Genshin Impact] * Probably a bit OOC too *

Reader: Gender-Neutral [Default]

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< Genshin Impact was a game that took the human realm by storm, with its open-world gameplay, its competitive PvE and aesthatic settings, it was truly something that captured you the moment the beta was announced. Although, as with any Gacha games, you weren’t only attracted to the world and its setting.

No no.

The characters were truly the main eye candy of the game. You’d been worried that when you had been sucked into Devildom, you wouldn’t be able to access the game due to, yknow, realm differences, but luckily that wasn’t the case thanks to Levi, and hence why the moment it dropped, you had been spending your life savings simping for characters on every banner.

Yknow theres handsome bois in devildom too... Theyre just kinda waiting for you to put your game down for a moment and kinda notice em ～((Φ◇Φ)‡ >

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ฅ⁽͑ ˚̀ ˙̭ ˚́ ⁾̉ฅ Lucifer

He usually doesn’t mind you playing games

Although, He would’ve preferred if you didn’t cause you kinda need to focus on your studies yknow?

But hey he’s not stopping you

Usually you would stay with him as he works, but he can’t seem to focus with you constantly begging beside him

Small little ‘please’ would be heard every now and then, and a sudden look of disappointment would show on your face.

He tried to ignore it, even giving little cues for you to quiet down, like clearing his throat

You didnt seem to pick up the hint though

He was just about to ask you what you were doing in the first place that has you praying beside him (which is hella rude) but your scream of happiness has him a little more irked and kinda taken back

“LUCIFER! I GOT HIM! LOOK LOOK I GOT HIM!”

You show him the screen showing your pull results

The character held a giant claymore with bright red hair

Before he can get another word in, you snatch your phone back and just sigh as if youd just had a heavenly (ironic) experience and mumble

“I seriously love him, Im so happy...”

Bro same though, Diluc pls come home

You were truly one of a kind, because youve just managed to break the Avatar of Pride’s... well.... Pride.

Did he just get cucked by a man in a video game?

Truly outrageous.

He seems to scoff and holds back a bit of an eye roll as he tries to focus back on his work

But boy oh boy, his salt is high

“If you are going to be causing a ruckus MC, May i suggest you doing it with Levi instead, I have no time for such games. I dont see why youre so caught up in such a character anyways, he looks quite basic.”

His words were sharp, and that was enough to shake you out of your fangirl/boy mode.

You were literally ready to fight the first born, a literal fucking fallen angel, for dissing Diluc like that

like

how dare

But then you notice how he seems to avoid your gaze and a small little red tint was on the tip of his ears.

Lucifer wouldve wanted to see you that happy with him, but no, a game character steals that spotlight.

Angey.

Instead of being intimidated by the sudden coldness, you giggle and finally close your phone and set it aside

You can continue celebrating and bragging about it later, for now, you wrap your arms around his arm and give him a small smooch on the cheek, which definitely makes him blush a tad bit

“Awww Luci dont be like that, Yknow I love you more”

Potential apocalypse has been diverted

But Lucifer does smile the smallest of smiles as he sighs, finding it silly to really get jealous over such a small thing and says

“I love you too, my dear... but you do have to make up for distracting me from my work...”

Well you kinda deserve it, so it wasnt long before both his work and your phone had been ditched

( After a while you do kinda see him quite similar to Diluc and it just makes you smile everytime you think about it, seems you have a thing for the strict cold men huh?)

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Σ(‘◉⌓◉’) Mammon

Why you simping for a fictional character when you already have him?!

He’s your first man!

Your homie!

“Yeah well hes my first 5* so can you blame me?”

S A D N E S S

But for real, this man is just so clingy

He has heard from Levi that you were playing a new game from the human world, and of course, he had wanted to see what it was about by watching you play.

But since it was quite grind-heavy gacha game, he grew a bit bored and asked you to come with him to hang out somewhere else, or even go to the casino and gamble his money away cause he just got goldie back

But no matter what he suggests, you were just so focused on your grinding.

He’d prefer a different kinda grinding right about now with how lonely he is, ya feel me?

But no, you still werent interested.

“Oi! Cmon MC, whats even so important about this?”

“I already told you Mammon, Im grinding for primogems from the event! Theyre gonna be gone soon and I just HAVE to get them! Ugh I swear to Diavolo, if I dont, Imma cry! I didnt get him on their first banner too... ugh!”

Wait no--

Cmon he doesnt want you to cry!

Mammon kinda stays silent for a bit as he watches you struggle to fight the monsters with your low level team, frustration growing on your face.

But as you finish, Mammon seems to snatch your phone

“Hey! whats the big deal Mammon?!”

“Shut up and show me where the store is geez”

Mammon’s demands kinda surprises you and you raise an eyebrow at him, but you do show where it was, and sit back for a while as Mammon just fiddles around with it. You werent sure what he was doing honestly, was he interested? Did you say anything that made him act this way? All you talked about the game was the gacha system so--

oh…

OH

“Mammon! Wait you dont have to---”

“There! I got you as much primo things, or whatever theyre called”

He already has tossed you your phone back and he crossed his arms, looking away as the red blush covers most of his cheeks.

You look at your phone and you honestly felt your heart speed up and stop at the same time at the amount of primos on your account, it was enough for a full 180 pull! If you dont get the limited character on the first 50-50, you have another shot!

You felt your own heart speed up and your face burn so hard, but you do mumble him a quick “But... But why though?”

“Cuz! If you start cryin’ Lucifer’s gonna beat my ass! Dont think I did it for you, you human! I just dont want him taking away Goldie again!”

“But I thought this was your gambling money, isnt it?”

“w-well!... I mean... Hmph.. Gachas kinda like gambling right?, I know Lucifers gonna hang me if he catches me in the casino again anyways, so I thought I might as well just do this... with you...or whatever...” Hes dying, help

But so are you!

Hes too fucking cute and you just glomp him and just hug him as tight as you can!!

Flusterred boi 100

But you do spend you afternoon on his lap, both of you rolling the full 180 in excitement, whether you get that boi/gal you simped for on the banner or not, you still were happy to spend some time with Mammon

He doesnt mind losing a bit of cash for you

but you do promise to pay him back (maybe with a few kissy)

But to be honest, Gacha probably will help him with his gambling addiction...

kinda...

He doesnt go to casinos anymore but he does whale with you now

Lucifer has such a mix feeling with these results.

But he still confiscates Goldie and your card on the end, yall need to chill.

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ヽ(。_°)ノ Leviathan

He probably wasn’t even interested on the game at first

He already has enough games to play, and it just looks like another rip off of some other game he saw not too long ago with that elf looking guy

But when you came to him asking for his help to get the game, you bet your ass that he felt a switch click

Suddenly it was incredibly interesting!

You do share your interests to him almost immediately

By interests, of course i mean the peeps you simp for

The sexy ara ara in the library of mondstat, the pirate looking ass of the guards, the pirate looking ass’s brother thats a wine owner and still highkey reminds you of Lucifer, the demon slayer--- You were actually unsure if you should talk about Xiao but hey hes cool

You explain it all!

From their lore to their voice lines and whatever

But honestly what do you expect from the Avatar of Envy?

Of course hes gonna be a bit jealous! He cant compare to any of these characters! Hes not as witty as that eye patch man, hes not as sophisticated as that red head, hes not as flirty as that ara ara either!

As you go on, you notice that Levi was kinda... half listening....

It made you pout, but then, it made you worried

Uh-oh you know that look

its that, ‘im overthinking’ look

So to snap him out of it, you kinda grab his face as gently as you can

“Need Grimm for your thoughts?”

He flushes and he immediately looks away, but you usher him to look at you as you coo and ask him whats wrong

It takes a bit till he kinda explains to you how hes feeling

In your relationship, you both were practicing being more open with each other, hence why you were proud of Levi for saying it

but you did feel kinda sad and frowned as he finishes explaining

“You... feel jealous?”

“Ugh d-dont say it out loud normie....”

He covers his face with his arm and you just cant help but shake your head with a fond smile, but you do need to address this and comfort him.

“Levi... when you fanboy about Ruri chan, did you ever think she was better than me?”

Your question made him frown and look at you in absolute worry

Did you actually think that you were below Ruri chan?

Of course hes an absolute simp for Ruri but.. cmon

Now that he thinks about it, he does talk about her a lot doesnt he? oh no...

“MC O-Of course not! I love Ruri chan yes, but you... I... I Love... you more...” Levi exe do be dying

But you smile at his response and gently kisses his cheek

“I think thats sweet Levi... But thats how I am too... Youre still better than any of these characters, youre real and they arent, youre mine and I am yours~ Youre my personal 5 star!” You wink at him and Levi just dips

his heart couldnt handle the cuteness and he died, ladies and gentlemen

but for real he did pass out

Must be from all the blood on his head from the blush

But ah, he does get it, and after being showered with love from you, He kinda slowly got over his jealousy

its not immediate but with simple reassurances, you can manage to reel him in and have fun with you

He does end up enjoying the game cause he gets to spend time with you, and he gets to show off when events happen 

He also goes out of his way to memorize locations for materials for you, and when youre sick or busy, he pilots your account

true gamer

But ironically enough hed probably start simping for a character too and of course, you both start bonding over that, which just makes Levi absolutely happy

I wonder if hed simp for Barbara, she is an idol afterall like Ruri chan

Probably lowkey for now

Afterall she looks like a minor so-----

( I dunno i searched shes 16-18 lol )

But regardless, I can imagine you both just cosplaying each others fav characters too

Its a wack looking ship cosplay but yall just simp for each other cause of it, its pretty fun but the rest of the brothers just finds it hella weird

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I only have energy for these 3 as always, Im sorry! But i promise Ill do the rest!! I hope you guys do enjoy, and Id love some feedback on the characters personalities cause I know they can be a bit Ooc, But feel free to send me an ask! Im pretty open lol 〜(￣△￣〜)

#Obey me #Obey me x reader #Obey me x mc #Obey me shall we date #obey me Mammon x reader #Obey me Lucifer x reader #Obey me Leviathan x reader #Obey me fanfic #Obey me HCs #anon request

[peachycheol]

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© banner credit: thank you to the love of my life @suhdreams​ for making this banner for me 🥺💘 ➸ summary: when people say ‘not all men’, they’re actually right. kim mingyu, your best friend, would never disappoint you. especially not in the bedroom.  ➸ genre: pwp 😌 ➸ pairing: best friend!mingyu x reader  ➸ warning: dirty talk, slight dumbification, heavy petting, unprotected sex (pls use protection irl), cream pie, oral (fem. receiving), cum eating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, yn is really horny? ➸ w.c: 3.2k ➸ tags: you can all thank @risquewonu​ for this <333  

➸ author’s note: ahh, i’m sorry this took me so long! i didn’t mean to write this much, but what the smuth wants, the smuth gets. also, i want to thank you all for 100 followers! i’ll make a separate post to properly thank you all, but i am!!! baffled!!! i really appreciate the support ;u; love you guys! 

If there are two things in this world that you are absolutely certain of, they are: 1) Men ain’t shit, and 2) with the exception of Kim Mingyu. Knowing this information doesn’t really benefit you in any way. You still go out on Tinder dates that leave you high and dry 15 minutes after taking you home. And Kim Mingyu is still your very platonic best friend, who seems to be reliable in every single way except perhaps in the one way you need most desperately. 

But for all you know, he could be just like every other male in bed. He couldn’t be unbelievably handsome, the most thoughtful, caring person you know, and a sex god; it just wouldn’t be fair! No, it is much easier to convince yourself that Mingyu’s perfection only extended to being a best friend, if only for your peace of mind. Otherwise, you’d have to live with the possibility that the only person who can give you sweet release is the only one you’re technically not supposed to fuck. 

For reasons that seem to become annoyingly hazy every time you lie down next to him on his bed, just as you are at this moment. 

The two of you often end nights out like this, scrolling through one another’s TikTok’s until the wee hours of the morning, laughing loudly until his neighbors threaten to file a noise complaint. As someone who has claimed him as your best friend for three years, you know you’re supposed to be used to the smell of the musky cologne that clings onto his sheets and the feeling of his warm body as he leans closer to show you his For You Page. But lately, it seems harder and harder to fight off the warmth that pulses straight to your core whenever he does anything as simple as laugh, making you shiver when his breath tickles the side of your neck. 

God, you just really need to get laid properly. You lick your dry lips and try to remind yourself that you have no idea if Mingyu would even be able to satisfy you. Though you do have to admit you couldn’t imagine any situation where the boy isn’t overly generous and eager to please-- No! Just watch the damn TikToks! 

“Hey, you good?” Mingyu suddenly asks, nudging your side. “Why aren’t you laughing? ‘His package needs to come in the fe-mail’! That one’s gold!”

You let out a snort. Leave it to Mingyu to bring you back to reality with one line. Even when you don’t say a word, he knows exactly what you need in a moment, which in this case is a reminder that he’s your very dorky friend. “Shut up, that’s so stupid,” you say, but you can’t help but laugh along with him when it replays.

“Aha, you laughed though.” Satisfied with your response he scrolls down to a video of a girl smiling suggestively into the camera. She points to the caption that says ‘If all the boys that made me cum were in my room with me right now, I would…’ Suddenly, the camera pans and she looks at the screen tiredly. The caption now read as ‘Be alone. Men are trash’.

At this, you bust out with a howl of laughter, clutching at your stomach. It was kind of sad, but it was good to know you weren’t alone in this world. All the while, Mingyu stares at you with an eyebrow raised. Once you calm down, you meet his amused gaze. “What are you looking at?”

“You thought it was that funny, huh? It’s not even that accurate,” he says teasingly. 

You roll your eyes. “Um, yeah it is. I’ve never met a man who could make me cum, and clearly many other people can relate. This video has 1.4k likes!”

Mingyu quickly puts his phone down and pouts. “Nu uh! Not all guys are that incompetent!” 

“Men are such babies,” you sigh. “They are that incompetent! You know how many dates I went to last semester, right? Not one of them made me cum!”

“Okay, I told you before you even went on those dates that those guys weren’t worth your time.” Mingyu waves his hand dismissively. “For your information, I have made sure that all the ladies that I’ve taken to the bedroom had at least one orgasm. At least!”

“Mingyu, sweetie,” you coo, patting his cheek as if to comfort him. “They were all faking it, because they didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”  Right? They all had to have faked it. You try to tell yourself this, try to reign in the last bit of sanity you have before your mind wanders off to anywhere inappropriate.

Your best friend now props himself up so that you could properly see the smirk plastered across his annoyingly chiseled features. “You’re so sure, huh? I bet I could make you cum multiple times. Easily.” 

Your mouth falls open in shock. It isn’t uncommon for the two of you to taunt each other like this, but you have also never been in such a vulnerable mood. It’s the type of mood that has your heart racing impossibly fast, the type of mood that has your panties pathetically damp from just one sentence. You blink, trying to regain as much composure as you can. You know it’s too late, though; your imagination is already flashing through scenes of your deepest desires, all being fulfilled by the man in front of you. But Mingyu is only joking, so you do what you can to continue playing along and pretend like you don’t want him to just fuck you into the mattress until you were drooling into his sheets. 

“I-I seriously doubt that!” you say, but there is no conviction in your voice. Clearing your throat, you try adding, “Dude, I’ve literally seen you fall down a flight of stairs when you were sober. And we were going up. Kinda hard to imagine that you’ll know how to fuck me to an orgasm when you can’t even walk right.” 

Now you’re just lying through your teeth, but you want to hold off the inevitable moment that Mingyu discovers your apparent arousal for as long as possible. The last thing you need right now is for him to laugh in your face.

Mingyu chuckles, then suddenly shifts so that his arms are placed on either side of your head, trapping you underneath him. To his surprise, you do nothing to push him off like you usually do at this point. Still, he doesn’t plan on being the first to back off, so he continues his little game, intent on winning. “See, this is why you can’t find a guy who can satisfy you. You clearly don’t know what to look for.” He leans down until the tip of his nose grazes yours. For good measure, he drops his voice an octave and says, “You’ll be the one who can’t walk right when I’m done with you.” 

Perplexingly, his shameless flirting doesn’t make you move as he predicted. Nor does it make you look annoyed. Instead, you look up at him with eyes that are unmistakably glazed over with something he didn’t quite expect to see: pure lust. It immediately sends a rush of blood down to his cock. He blinks. Oh. So this is where the night is going. He only falters for a moment, but he soon flashes a breathtaking smile down at you, his eyes glinting mischievously. 

 It isn’t like he’s never thought about it before; he had just assumed that once you started calling him your best friend, you were also lowkey telling him that sex was off the table. And it wasn’t like he minded, because he definitely liked being by your side knowing it was fully okay to be himself since you were obligated to love him regardless. Plus there was just something about you that made him want to take care of you and if being your best friend was the only way he could do it, then that had been fine by him. But now that he knows that he can take care of you in another way, in the way that he sometimes found himself yearning for on lonely nights, he is all too eager to break free of the unspoken boundaries between the two of you. 

“And what am I looking for?” you whisper. 

“It seems like you’re looking for me, baby,” he responds softly, before pressing a kiss where your jaw meets your neck. He slowly drags his lips down the side of your neck, and revels in how it already has you pressing your legs together. “Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said those guys didn’t make you cum, huh? Is that why you’re already so fucking worked up? You want to cum that badly?”

You nod wordlessly, not quite ready for Mingyu to hear the desperate whine that would surely leave your lips as he continues pressing wet kisses along your skin. You opt to simply thread your fingers in his hair and tug hard enough to show your impatience. It seems to trigger something in him; all in an instant, your best friend���s soft lips clash against your own, his tongue easily sliding into your mouth, all the while while his hand reaches down to grab one of your thighs. He squeezes it teasingly before pushing it outwards, which causes the mini skirt you’re wearing to bunch up around your waist, revealing your panties and how they cling to your pussy like a second skin. 

“M-mingyu!” you squeak into his lips when you feel his fingers tentatively rub small circles into the wet spot. He nips at your lip harshly as he starts to rub more deliberately, the flimsy fabric of your underwear creating a delicious friction against your clit. “H-hah! Yes, o-oh my god!” 

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me, baby girl,” he chuckles, but he knows he isn’t one to talk while his cock is half hard just from hearing the way you moan his name. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. You’re not leaving this room until your little pussy cums nice and hard on my cock.” 

“Ngh!-- yes p-please! Please, Mingyu,” you beg mindlessly. Your eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration. Despite your best friend’s promises, you are still hesitant to hold out any hope for anything more than what you’re accustomed to, so you try to take as much as you can while it lasts. However, in your lustful daze, you had forgotten that if Kim Mingyu is anything, he is a man of his word. 

 You let out a high-pitched moan when his fingers suddenly grind harsh circles into your clit, more surprised than anything else that he even knew where to find it. “But first,” he says, licking his lips, “you’re going to be a good girl and cum just like this. Right into your filthy little panties. Can you do that for me, baby?” 

He takes your drawn out whine as a response, and continues to rub relentlessly over your hardened clit until your legs begin to shake. That’s when he shoves the soaked material of your underwear to the side and pinches the bud. Hard. 

He rolls your clit between the pads of his fingertips over and over, sending jolts of electric pleasure all the way to your toes. It causes them to curl, all the while you feel the heat simmering in your lower abdomen finally coil tighter and tighter. “Fuckfuckfuck,” you chant, the words coming out slurred like you’re a teenager who’s gotten drunk from one sip of champagne. “M-mingyu-- mmh! I t-think I’m going to--!” 

A loud cry leaves your lips the moment the coil snaps, and you nearly tear up from how much better it feels to finally cum on someone else’s fingers, especially Mingyu’s long, thick digits.  He soothingly slides them through your drenched folds, mesmerized by how much wetness now covered his hand. “That’s it, baby,” he encourages. Once your body slumps back into the mattress, he brings his fingers up to see how they glisten in the light. “We’ve barely even started and look at what the mess you’ve already made. You must have been waiting so long for me to fuck you, huh?” 

Not even your post-orgasm buzz can keep you from getting irked by Mingyu’s cockiness, which is why you reach your own hand down to squeeze his cock through his jeans. “Seems like I’m not the only one who’s been waiting for this,” you say with a sly grin of your own. He watches you, jaw clenched, as you swiftly pop the button of his pants open and slip your fingers past the waistband of his underwear to take hold of his fully hardened member. 

It feels warm and heavy in your palm, which can barely wrap around the girth. You bite your lip, your pussy greedily clenching around nothing at the thought of how good it would stretch you out.

“I should have known you’d be a fucking tease,” Mingyu rasps. His hips buck into your hand involuntarily, and his smile returns when he notices how the movement makes you whimper in anticipation. 

There is a beat of silence when you and Mingyu meet eyes before the both of you begin undressing each other as fast as you can, haphazardly tugging off both your shirts, his pants, and your pesky undergarments. Once he’s tossed aside your soiled panties, he immediately presses your thighs apart to get a full view of your sopping cunt. “So pretty,” he mumbles to himself, spreading the lips apart with his fingers. His member throbs at the sight, the tip leaking precum when he sees how your pussy clenches in anticipation. “I bet it’s going to look even prettier when it’s taking my fat cock, don’t you think?”

The two of you watch in awe as Mingyu starts to sink into your entrance, a garbled moan leaving your lips when the tip alone already has you feeling so full. “Mingyu, h-how is-- ooh!-- your d-dick soo-- f-fucking big? A-Ah!” It takes a good while for you to finish your sentence as each of Mingyu’s shallow thrusts leave you gasping for air. By the time he bottoms out, the both of you are panting hard, both engrossed by how snugly his cock fits in your walls. 

“Shit, if I had known you’d be this tight, I would have fucked you sooner,” Mingyu groans. He slowly drags his member out of you, letting you feel every inch of him before he surges forward into a feverish pace that already has his bed frame creaking loudly. He is definitely getting a noise complaint from his grumpy neighbors tonight. But seeing you underneath him like this, lips parted and legs spread, definitely makes it difficult to care about anything other than the desire to hear more of your needy cries. “Does it feel good, baby girl? Do you like how my cock fills your little pussy?”

“It fuh--!--ngh, feels s-soo good,” Having already came once, your sensitivity is on overload, and each rough thrust of Mingyu’s hips, each crude slap of his skin against yours, is enough to drive you closer and closer to delirium. “Mmh-- please, Mingyu! F-fuck me so deep!”

“Anything for my little cockslut.” He moves quickly to kneel between your legs, hooking his arms underneath your knees to keep them open as he continues to pound into you. The new position instantly makes you keen loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel his member brush against your cervix. 

“Fuuuuck,” you sob and clutch at the sheets. His grip on your legs tightens and he angles his hips so that he hits that spot every time, rendering you completely incoherent. You want to beg him to fuck you like this forever, to tell him you’d do anything to feel his cock fuck you open every night, but you can only babble, unable to comprehend anything that isn’t the insatiable thirst burning within you.

“Damn baby, did I fuck you stupid?” Seeing you so drunk on his cock, he wonders how anyone could ever fuck you without wanting to see you cum over and over again. His hair falls over his eyes as he fucks up into you with renewed vigor, his hot skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. He grits his teeth when he feels how tightly your walls grip onto him.“Shit-- you must want me to make you cum again, baby girl. Your little pussy just keeps sucking me in.”

“H-hah, y-yes! Yes, please god, Mingyu, I want to c-cum again. P-please let me cum,” you beg, practically writhing as you pathetically attempt to meet his thrusts. Without any hesitation, Mingyu brings down his thumb and presses it into your swollen clit, causing your body to seize up suddenly. “A-Aah Mingyu! I’m--!” The intensity of your orgasm has your back arching off the mattress, head thrown back in a silent scream. Wave after wave of pleasure continuously washes over you, seemingly unending, unlike any orgasm you ever thought possible. 

“That’s right baby girl, get my cock nice and wet,” Mingyu growls. He fucks you through your release as he sloppily chases his own, not too far behind with how your walls are pulsing around him. He makes sure his cock is deep inside you and stills his hips when fills you with his hot cum. “Fuck, this pussy was fucking made for me.”

Just as you think you’ve finally come down from your high, he pulls out of you and he shifts to lower himself to place his mouth on your spent pussy. “M-mingyu!” 

You squirm and half-heartedly try to shove his head away, far too sensitive to have his tongue licking into your leaking entrance, but Mingyu is persistent. He pushes your legs to your chest to keep you from squeezing them close, and hums when he tastes the hot mixture of your and his own cum on his lips. The way he slurps and sucks at your folds is absolutely sinful as he eats you out like you’re the most delectable treat. It almost hurts to feel so much ecstasy at once, but it still leaves you mewling for more, unable to get enough of the boy.

Your third orgasm ripples over you when he suddenly scrapes his teeth over your abused clit, and you feel a tear slide down your cheek as you weakly shake against his mouth. 

Mingyu is smiling when he pulls away, looking slightly ridiculous with how his lips still glisten with cum. You tiredly slump back into his pillows, eyes already drooping close. “What is it?”

“I told you I could do it~” he says proudly. He goes to grab some tissues from the bedside table so that he could start cleaning you up, giggling all the while. It really is unfair how he could look so cute moments after railing you into another dimension. 

You groan. You’re never going to hear the end of this.

#seventeen smut #mingyu smut #seventeen scenarios #mingyu scenarios #mingyu fanfic #svt smut #m:kmg #l:os #g:pwp #listen tumblr it would be fantastic if this worked in the tags the first time #pretty pls

[skiyoosmi]

if fate permits

chapter twenty two: i love you

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note. i am sorry for the veeeery long wait; i finally finished it tonight (after fucking up with it for two whole months) but yeah, my emotions are quite unstable right now so this was affected by it (in short, this is a roller coaster ride so pls be ready)

playlist. stay (acoustic ver.); never let me go (both sung by ghostly kisses)

You absolutely had no idea what you were doing right now. As far as you could remember, you were the playwright, the writer of the script. You never had any interest in acting in plays, musicals, nor acting in general… none at all – so why is it that right now, you were standing right on the side of the stage, waiting for the cue for you to come out, dressed up as someone you weren’t supposed to be, someone you were only supposed to have written for?

You swear, this was the most chaotic crowd you have ever seen your whole life. You only watched, alongside Hajime, as people lined up right by the entrance of the university’s theater, murmuring and gossiping about the play that was less than an hour away from starting, “I gotta say, they look way too excited for a story that they should know like the back of their hands by now. It’s kind of funny,” Hajime chuckled, letting out a quiet ‘yeah’ as he shoved his hands in his pockets, watching you cringe on the girls that were obviously here for your best friend. You swore you heard one of them say they’re going to ask him out after the play and you almost wanted to drag her out of the venue by her hair.

“I would say it would be a waste of a ticket for people who are here just to gush about handsome faces instead of the story itself but then again, it’s us who are benefiting from it anyway.” You huffed and muttered a few more things under your breath, beginning to walk to the direction of the entrance for the crew members which was on the farther side of the theater, Hajime silently following and shaking his head out of amusement for your obvious jealousy. I can’t wait for the time when it’s me you’re being jealous for, he thinks.

You thought the crowd outside was chaotic? Nothing could have prepared you for the view you were welcomed to as soon as you entered the backstage. Literally, almost all of the crew members were running around frantically, pushing the small and large props here and there. Hajime, as if he had his ‘danger’ instincts set on, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to his side just right when a random lad passed by where you were at a while ago, struggling to carry what looked like a heavy log on his shoulder (you figured it would be for one of the scenes that were supposed to be in the forest). You were sure as hell that if you weren’t moved out of the way by your friend, the lad would’ve collided with you and that thing he was holding would’ve fell on you because he was too busy looking back and chatting with his companion who was carrying other props.

Irritated by their carelessness, Hajime clicked his tongue and spoke up, “Oi, you two have to be careful and watch where you’re going. You might just cause an accident with what you’re doing.” The boys replied with an insincere apology, immediately going back to their business. You were soon brought to your senses as well and realized that you were still in his arms. Blushing profusely, you muttered a quiet ‘thanks,’ too flustered to think of a more decent reply. Hajime raised an eyebrow, smirking before leaning his head close to yours again, foreheads touching each other, much like the other day.

“You’re red. Are you feeling sick?” If it was someone he wasn’t close with, it would look like he’s just being concerned but you know better because you can practically hear the teasing behind his voice, so, you punched him right by his shoulders, muttering with a hint of shyness in your tone, “Asshole. Stop trying to tease me, it’s way too much for me. When the fuck did you even get so brave to act like this with me? Jerk.”

He cackled, slinging his arm around your shoulder, and beginning to pull you deeper inside the backstage. You both stood idly by the corner of the backstage, watching the actors get ready. From your position, you could see your blonde best friend, eyes looking lost as they wandered around the area until it stopped right to where you were. You think you held a staring contest for about twenty seconds until your companion spoke up, “You know, I personally think it would be better if you go to him and say your good luck, yeah? Nothing’s going to happen if you just stare at each other all day. I’m willing to share you with him… just for today though. After this, no more.” 

A confused expression formed on your face, wondering what he meant, though he just snickered and ruffled your head, “I said… go to him before I change my mind and pull you away from here.”

“I can’t. These days, I’ve been feeling way too many feelings and I don’t know how to control them. I feel like… I might just burst and tell him everything but I don’t want to. I’m not ready yet,” you admitted, fiddling with your fingers as you looked down, only for your head to be raised up again as Hajime held it up using your chin, a tender smile plastered on his face.

“Tell you what… if you lose control and everything goes astray, just look at me and I’ll save you, like a knight-in-shining-armor,” he whispers, patting you on the head before pushing you towards your best friend who was still looking, by the way. You took a deep breath, stopping right in front of him, biting your lip before opening your mouth to say something but Atsumu beat you to it, arms immediately going around your form and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, “I’m sorry,” He mumbles into your hair, while you nod, reciprocating the gesture, “I… I’ve been such a shitty best friend, huh?”

“Yeah, right,” You huffed, trying to look mad and intimidating but it only came off as cute in Atsumu’s vocabulary, “After this, I’ll treat you to this really good restaurant. We can talk about anything and everything you want to tell me, even if they’re bad, I’ll listen, yeah?” He suggested, his hold on you still not loosening as he looked down on you, “I’d prefer it if only good things come out of your pretty mouth though.” 

You rolled your eyes, getting ready to retort as usual but a loud crash and a cry of pain interrupted you. Looking to the source of the sound, your eyes, as well as Atsumu’s widened. You can only watch as Yui, who was on the floor, clutching her ankles, angrily screech at the boy who was bowing his head and apologizing, the large piece of wood you luckily avoided a while ago found its victim and it’s the main actress of the play, “What the fuck! Why weren’t you watching where you’re going?! Look at what you did!”

Your best friend jogged towards her and once again, you were left behind. Love seriously sucks, you thought as you watch him try to shush Yui’s cries. The director, who heard about the situation, ran to where you are, asking what happened. “I think her ankles are injured, Miyu-chan,” you quickly replied, anxiety beginning to arise within you because what was supposed to happen now? You can’t cancel this play; you all have been working for months for this! Besides, the theater must be full of the audience now. As if she was reading your mind, she spoke up, “We can’t cancel this now, but we can’t force her to act as well. She can barely stand up, look. Mina, tell Mari to ask the audience to wait for a little while more, we have to think of a solution.”

By now, Atsumu was supporting her, making their way towards you with Yui limping, “Miyu-san…” “No, Yui. I know what you’re going to say but I won’t let you do that. Go to the infirmary and have your ankles checked. Your well-being is more important than this play,” the director firmly said, much to the brown-haired girl’s dismay.

“But you can’t cancel it! The people who bought the tickets will get mad! I can do this, it barely hurts, Miyu-san!” Yui pleaded, even going as far lifting her injured foot in a pathetic attempt to show that she was fine but it only put her to a worse situation as soon as she winced. Miyu only gave her a look of ‘I told you so.’ 

“Don’t worry about the play, Yui-chan. YN can replace you in your role.”

“What?!” “WHAT?” You simultaneously yelled out, obviously not expecting the sudden decision to be made, much less one that has something to do with you, “Wait, wait, wait… Miyu-chan, aren’t you being a little rash right now? I’m not a good actress!”

“She’s right!” Yui scoffed, “I’ve been practicing this for so long and you’re going to replace me with someone who never did?!” 

“That’s right,” Miyu nodded, crossing her arms, “She knows the script and the lines better than anyone here. And don’t try to fool me, YN, you know you can act.” Her unrelenting eyes told you that she knew everything there was to know; she’s been your friend for more than a year now, after all. 

“Oh, well. You won’t change my mind no matter what you say, so just go, Yui. Iwaizumi-kun, sorry for this sudden request but can you take Yui to the infirmary after what we’re going to do?” Hajime blinked but nodded, nonetheless. He feels somewhat sorry for the brunette who was on the verge of tears as she was helped by the crew members into one of the changing rooms to undress her costume.

It’s definitely not the first time in your life but you felt like vomiting the breakfast you had this morning.

You already lost count of how many times you took a deep breath in hopes that your heart will calm down. You listened as Mari neared the end of her welcoming rites and speech for the play, placing your hands on your chest as a final attempt to get tranquility within. The fairytale-like background music began to play and soon, a younger version of your character appeared on the stage; it’s the beginning of your Cinderella play. To be honest, you don’t even know where they got that child actress and how they managed to convince her to join the play but right now, you couldn’t care less because all you’re thinking of right now is how to not mess up your lines and deliver them with the proper emotions. 

Your brother, Osamu, Tooru, Makki and Mattsun, who you were sure as hell were in the audience, will never let you hear the end of it if you mess this up. You don’t want to live the rest of your days in Japan being a laughingstock. No way, you refu–

“You’re thinking too much about it. Calm down,” A voice from behind you interrupted, hands beginning to massage your shoulders to get your stiff muscles to relax. Turning around, you were met with the one and only Miya Atsumu in a prince costume. Right there and then, you felt like your heart’s going to burst for a different reason this time. 

Goodness heavens, Lord Jesus, thank you for blessing me with this beautiful man and letting me meet him, you thought as you savored the view in front of you, also thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Miya  for successfully creating Atsumu and delivering him to the Earth, it must have difficult to produce such fine masterpiece.

“Ya look… beautiful,” the blonde mutters, a hand rubbing his nape and sheepishly grinning, a slight blush adorning his cheeks, “Ya should dress up yourself from time to time, yanno? It really suits you.”

“Gee, thanks for calling me ugly on my normal days,” you scoffed, giggling when he let out a sound of disagreement, “No! That’s not what I meant, idiot!”

“I know.” 

Before you can continue your conversation, the signal for you to come out is finally closing in as the “stepsisters” appeared onstage. Rather shakily, you took a step forward, almost tripping on your dress due to your nerves. You were fortunate that Atsumu was attentive enough to grab your wrist, “YN, I told you to calm down.”

You gulped, nodding and taking a deep breath. He smiled upon seeing the determined look on your face and for some reason, his body moved on its own - placing a hand on your cheek with his thumb rubbing it, he approached you and placed his lips on your forehead. Maybe it’s because you were so nervous or maybe it’s because you longed for this moment for almost your whole life. Whatever the reason is, you just find yourself tearing up a little bit as he whispers, “That’s my girl.”

Never in your life had you wished that time can stop this much before. As you stood still in Atsumu’s embrace, you felt your heart being squeezed with so much love yet pain at the same time. How is it that he’s so close yet he’s someone you can’t have? 

“I love you, Atsumu,” you tell him, eyes still watery; heart hoping that it reaches him, that he picks up the meaning behind your words. But he doesn’t, as he stops to look at you, he squints his eyes in a joking manner as he speaks, “Hey, why do you look so emotional today?”

Disappointment grows in the depths of your whole being, though you don’t show him that. Because perhaps this was enough, you can try again another day. You’ll try and try until he finally understands. You can do that… you’ve been holding on pretty well the past fifteen years, so you huff instead, ignoring the painful thump of your heart, “Nothing, you jerk! Is it really that weird to hear me say I love you to you, hah?!”

You hear the dialogue of one of the stepsisters, calling out as your cue. You start to trudge forward but before you could fully go, he replies, “I love you too, YN, always remember that although I’m so shitty sometimes.”

Yeah, this is enough for now.

Perhaps, you shouldn’t have been so confident in saying that; you should’ve just been straight to the point because nothing has ever compared to the agony engulfing your insides as Miya Atsumu sat in front of you in a random booth of a restaurant, speaking the words you’ve always dreaded to hear as a Moira and as his very own soulmate, “YN, I think I’m done waiting for my soulmate. Can’t you just cut my thread off please?”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu smau #atsumu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu headcanons #iwaizumi headcanons #atsumu smau #iwaizumi smau #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu angst #haikyuu texts

[wizkiddx]

ohmyword if your doing req can u pls do another fluffy, domestic one bcos honeymoon morning is some i read daily AHAH maybe like the reader gets ill and toms away or something???? pls just anything fluffy

awh thank you for being so sweet abt honeymoon morning - I do think that's one of my favourite concepts ive done!! and I hope this suits what you want, im not so sure myself but I tried :)))

summary: you try to hide being ill from Tom before he leaves but inevitably it doesn't all go to plan

warnings: mentions of being sick, I think that's all - basically just fluff 

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The night hadn’t really gone typically at all. Instead of relishing the last night with Tom for a few months, your body seemed to have different plans. Hence why now you were curled up in a ball on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV, while the washing machine whirred next-door in the utility room and the chemical smell of cleaning products enveloped the downstairs. At least when you were sick, you were a clean sick. 

You were also a quiet sick. You had been pulled from your sleep by the uncomfortable heavy sensation from your stomach barely an hour after you’d both headed to bed. Why was beyond you - what had been important in that moment was to get away from Tom. He was flying back to set tomorrow (or given the early hours currently, lunchtime today was more appropriate) and only had a single day to settle before launching back into filming. So the poor boy was inevitably, given time zones, going to be running on poor quality plane sleep for the next couple of days - you wanted to five him a final night of peace, at least. 

As a result, you’d crept downstairs and since then spent a large chunk of the night making good friends with the downstairs toilet bowl. Once you were absolutely certain there was literally nothing else in your stomach, you chucked some bleach down the loo; then stripped your *stained* pyjamas and chucked them in the washing machine; changed into some freshly washed stuff in the utility (comprising of joggers and one of Tom’s hoodies); before you could curl up in the corner of the sofa. 

And that’s how you’d been for an hour or so. Still feeling grim, unable to fall asleep as much as you were trying to and generally just lying in a ball of self pity. And that was fine… until you heard the unmistakable slow padding of footsteps down the stairs. 

“Love?… -hy’re you up?” His voice was drenched in sleep, making it pull on your heart strings, even before he had rounded the sofa and come into view. Dressed only in his heather grey joggers only, Tom’s curls sat ontop of his head wildly - sticking up at all ridiculous angles. And then there was his puffy eyes, barely open as he slowly processed the sight of you curled up on the sofa. 

“Just couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to keep you up tossing and turning. Why are you up bub?”

“Don’t sleep good without you… you know kicking me and stealing the duvet and stuff.” Never one to maintain a level of seriousness and ‘soppiness’ - it was instantly turned back to the typical relationship of the two of you. While rolling your eyes, you still chuckled at him in the low light of the TV. Tom took the opportunity to perch on the edge of the sofa, sitting so he was grinning loopily down at you. “You fancied putting a wash on too?” 

“...I don’t know just trying to be productive?” He was catching on, he was suspicious. You could tell. His eyebrows furrowed together and he delicately hovered the back of his hand over your forehead, feeling the undeniable heat radiate into his skin. 

“And bleach?”

“Toilet needed doing anyway.” You mumbled, head turning to stare back at the TV- knowing his eyes were piercing into your soul. He sighed, in your peripheries you could see him shaking his head in slight frustration, as his hand reached for yours, giving it a squeeze. 

“You’re ill aren’t you?”

“I’m alright-“ he cut you off with a low warning of your name, making you cower slightly because he’d caught you in a lie. “I threw up a couple times but now I just feel a bit ‘eugh’”. That was, to be fair, a completely truthful description of your evening and current situation. Maybe not put most eloquently but Tom definitely got the messsage, somehow reading your mind by lightly massaging your abdomen with his hand that wasn’t clasped with yours. 

“Come on... let’s get you back to bed.” As much as you wanted to argue with him, it was clear any attempt would be futile. One of things you love so much about Tom is how fiercely protective he is of those dear to him. His circles progressively shrunk as he learnt who he could trust and who ... well he couldn’t. The culling had left a handful of people who were almost central to Tom’s life - somehow you’d managed to wangle your way into these select few too. 

So no, there was not point arguing or suggesting he puts his own welfare first. 

After putting you back int the double bed, Tom had disappeared for 10 minutes or so, when he reinterred the room it was clear he’d been busy. His tongue was stuck out in focus as he tried to balance different mugs and plates on a tray to you. Even if you felt shitty, for a moment by just seeing how far this guy had gone for you - you’d never felt better. 

“Okay there’s some lemsip with honey to settle your stomach, water and a slice of toast just because you should probably see if you can keep something down.”

“You really are the sweetest.”

“And you’re the illest so get drinking love.” He laughed softly in the yellow glow of the bedside lamps that illuminated the room. It highlighted his prominent jaw line and the way his eyes crinkled in the corners and given your slightly off state, you might’ve spent a bit too long ogling at the man cosied up next to you. Never would there be a time you weren’t grateful for him. 

Turns out you couldn’t keep the toast down but the experience was somewhat less horrific - this time you were spilling your guts out into your ensuite, while Tom held your hair and rubbed your back. Eventually things settled, allowing The two of you nestle back into bed, Tom wrapping his arms round your stomach to lightly trace random patterns on the skin underneath your hoodie - as you nestled back into his chest more. 

“I really love you Tom”

“Love you darling, now get some rest and shout if you need anything.” You hummed lightly, almost letting go to sleep now your felt a bit less like your intenpstines were wringing themselves together. But not quite. 

“I’m gonna miss you and your stupid face.”

“We can talk about that when your better” It was as if Tom thought whispering and drawing circles on your stomach was going to deafen you to his words. Yes your stomach wasn’t having a lot of fun and you were tired - but you were not deaf. It was oh so predictable too, he loved to be absolutely ridiculous. Indignantly you huffed, rolling over and eyeing him intently. 

“What’s there to talk about?” 

“Just…. Just if your sick you shouldn’t be on your own. I could always just-“

“No no you couldn’t. You and me both know for a fact you do have a choice and even if you did it be pissing off a hell of a lot of people.” He pouted, you could tell even in the darkness of the night. 

“I hate having to leave you though, especially like this.”

“Yes but you love your work too. I’ll be here when you get back… maybe just with a bit less intestines.” Laughing at that, Tom pulled you onto his chest, pressing his tips to the crown of your head as your burrowed into his side. 

It can’t have taken more than 5 seconds for you to fall asleep, exhausted from the illness, the stupid time in the morning and maybe slightly for dealing with Toms idiocy.  

You were awoken in the morning to Tom stroking your hair gently, all dressed and ready for his flight - but still finding the time to fuss over you and wanting to say a proper goodbye. After practically ordering his to leave… you best believe he dropped in the fact he’d got both Sam and Harry to come round as your babysitter. 

He was an idiot. But he was your kind, caring , beautiful and loving idiot. 

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #Tom Holland blurb #Tom Holland angst

[tartagilicious]

hello, I love love love your writings so much 🥺 could I pls request for a headcannon of mlqc boys with a temperamental & slightly workaholic MC, would love to see how they would handle them!

tysm!! :D here you are~

✧･ﾟ: victor:

- it’s not like he’s any stranger to the concept of being a workaholic, if anything, he overworks himself quite a lot as well — but he’s a huge hypocrite. no following in his footsteps, as he says:

- “if you want to copy me, i’d suggest picking up healthier hobbies. maybe i could teach you how to make pudding?"

- really, he just doesn’t want to outright say that you worry him sometimes. working hard is fruitful but if you aren’t careful, it can turn into a dreaded cycle. it’s the moments that shows in your attitude that he takes it upon himself to discretely pull you away

- he knows you well. if your frustration can melt away thanks to a simple day out, he’ll take all the time he needs just for you.

- when this isn’t convenient though, he’s also usually willing to help you relax when you’re just feeling a bit too much at once. maybe he’ll pull you into his office, maybe he’ll suddenly drop off a packed lunch for you, little gestures that he knows will put a smile back on your face.

- because really, that’s the only way he can bring himself to go about it. he sees his own frustration mirrored in you at times, being leagues more expressive than him — so, i’s not only a measure to comfort you, but to also put his own heart at ease in more ways than one.

✧･ﾟ: lucien

- lucien doesn’t allow you to overwork yourself. sometimes you wonder how someone so distant somehow has all the time in the world just to remind you that you’ve been working too much, or to talk to you until the lines between your brows smooth out again

- you joke that it’s his sixth sense, but he only shrugs and gives a secretive smile when the topic comes up

- seriously. you’ll be preparing to stay for overtime to finish a last minute project, and minutes later, your phone will light up with a text from lucien saying that he’s coming over with your favourite takeout.

- if you were to ask him, this is no sixth sense — you’re only much more obvious with your emotions when you think. it might be especially obvious to him, but it’s all a means to an end.

- the moments he chooses to help you through work may seem like random miracles to you, but have been planned ever since he began to notice dark circles appearing under your eyes again. he might invite you to a pastry shop at the end of a work day because he’d seen a venting moments post you’d made and forgotten about.

- all in all, he’s got your back :D

✧･ﾟ: gavin:

- will physically drag you away from work if he notices you’re more snappy than usual, since it’s really the only thing that could cause you to get that way on a normal day

- you might not initially want it, but you grow to understand his intentions

- is extremely patient. unlike the others, instead of offering you distractions from work, he will likely just. ask if you’d like to vent to him. it makes him feel special, in a way, to hear your worries and troubles before anyone else. it makes him feel even greater when by the end of these sessions, a familiar easy smile is back on your face

- doesn’t 100% know how to comfort you despite having known you for so long, but sometimes a hug is really all you need to be pulled back down to earth.

- he’ll definitely keep you after that, though — if you’re feeling the effects of your environment so blatantly, an obvious remedy would be to detach yourself for a bit

✧･ﾟ: kiro:

- when he notices that you’re a little more temperamental than usual, he doesn’t blame you or even look for a solution. the fact that something is bothering you in some way is all he really needs to know, and he really needs to move with.

- might try obvious ways at cheering you up, like taste testing new snacks with you, watching comedy dramas, but when it comes down to it, without fail, kiro’s words are always what ends up deflating your emotions. he just knows what to say about everything

- whether you actually let him in on specifics is really up to you and the situation, but generally, he always has something to say that will bring a smile to your face, or make you forget about whatever’s troubling you

- might pull strings to make you take off work for a break but >:) who would complain, right?

✧･ﾟ: shaw:

- a unique take on this. shaw would handle this very differently. he cares about bruising your feelings more than he lets on, but if you’re more temperamental than usual, or throw yourself into work suddenly, it’s more likely that he’d chastise you before any other more orthodox methods

- because sometimes the best way to get out bad feelings is to voice them, you know? harsh encouragement, blunt criticism, the works are sometimes all necessary to get someone out of a slump. and hey, if it works, it works.

- a good argument never hurt anyone, that is, as long as shaw makes sure you’re in his arms by the end of it.

- you know it’s all in good faith. even as you fall into this repeating pattern, the guarantee that shaw only does what he does to help you never ceases to cheer you up.

#mlqc #mr love queen’s choice #mlqc victor #mlqc lucien #mlqc gavin #mlqc kiro #mlqc shaw #mlqc headcanons #mr love queen’s choice headcanons

[kuromitos]

yo could you do something with itadori and sukuna with a s/o that has bad friends?? i’ve got this idea in my head that is so funny to me: you go to itadori, all frustrated and upset about how your friends are treating you. and because it’s itadori, ofc he’s going to try to help you. now he’s not perfect giving advice, but he tries his best for you. he says stuff along the lines of “well… uhhh so you’re obviously right, so uhhh… tell them you are?? and that you’re better?? because you are?? uhhh wait no…” HES TRYING OKAY. so you’re here like “uhhh i don’t think that’s gonna do much.” then SUKUNA, who is listening on this whole conversation, is getting fed up with it and literally barges in, creating a mouth on itadori’s hand and is like “just kill them. duh. 🙄🤚” and ofc you’re like “wtf no” and he’s like “well that would solve your problem wouldn’t it?? i’ll even do it for you!! i’m bored anyways. it ain’t like they’ll be missed..” at this point you and itadori are like “😟 ANYWAYS so…”

so yea i think that’s a fun idea if you’re willing to try it out. though genuinely, i have been having some friend troubles recently and it’s not going over well for me, mentally speaking. could you also include some fluff and comfort for me pls 👉👈🥺 i would really appreciate it. thx!!

Thank you for sending me a request! I did my best for you cause I also dealt with friend trouble. I hope you enjoy this! The ending kinda rush so sorry about that.

Itadori/Sukuna

"And after that happened, I  just left and I came here to see you." After retelling the event that led you to current situation, you wiped a tear of frustration from your face. Recently, your so-called friends haven't really been treating you right,leaving you out of conversations, not inviting you to hangout anymore, not even letting you in group chats, and you finally fed up with it. But when you out them out on their behavior, they try to make you look bad and say you're just being dramatic.

You had enough of them for the day and decided to pay the one person that will make you feel better a visit. Yuji Itadori. Your kind, sweet and goofy boyfriend. The guy who's love putting a smile on your face. The guy that love hearing you talk about your day. The guy that hates seeing you so upset. Seeing you at his dorm room door with a such a sad look on you face he couldn't help himself but to hold you in his arm the moment he saw you. He felt you might need it.

And after hearing your story, he's was right but he didn't excatly know what to say in this situation. He wants to help you and save the issue but how? Did you want advice on how to make them listen or how to take you seriously? Did you even want advice right now? I doesn't know what to say and it starting to frustrate him. But because he's cares about you, he'll try his best.

"Well ... Obviously they're treating you wrong and shouldn't do that.. Maybe you should keep calling them out til they stop." He really is trying his best here. You let out a small laugh at the suggestion but you got to answer truthfully. "Yuji, I don't think that going to work." "Honestly, why you even ask this moron for advice? The best solution is to just kill those people." The new voice that joimed the conversation shocked both you and yuji. Lifting up his hand from his side, appeared a mouth.

Apparently sukuna want to put his input on your problem. "Obviously they don't want anything to do with you anymore so why not just kill them so they won't be a bother to you anymore" the curse spoke with a tone that make the wild statement sound so normal. You grab yuji's wrist to be face to hand with Sukuna to explain why killing your friends is a bad thing. "I don't see the problem here. If you want, I'll kill them for you instead. Ive been want to do some killing anyway." "Do I honestly have to explain why its bad to kill them even if they are some jerks to me!?! You can't kill them." Oh come on, its not like they be miss-" " Shut it you."

Yuji shut the king of curses up by slap his hand down on the wall. "Sorry about that. Hes been pent up lately for some reason. But he makes aa point.. Kinda." He grabs your hand and start to caresses it for comfort. "They don't seem like great people so maybe you should stay away from them for awhile."

He looks you in the with a gentle smile as he continues." Being with people like that isn't really good for you and I want you always in a good mood. So, I hope this help you."

#jujutsu kaisen #itadori x reader #yujiitadori #yuji itadori #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori x y/n

[ptergwen]

last christmas | pt. 2

❆ series masterlist ❆

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: one suggestive joke and a couple of angsty moments

a/n: yo i forgot that harry was actually in this movie as an extra? that’s kinda funny to me but anyways pls send requests (ik it’s annoying i keep asking i’m just so bored y’all help) and enjoyyy

━━━ *:･。.

today feels better than most days. the throbbing headache you usually wake up with isn’t there. plus, you have your date with tom later. it still feels surreal to say that. it still feels surreal he’s your friend’s brother, and you only found out three days ago.

you throw on some sweats and head into the living room. your roommate alex is in front of the tv with a bowl of cereal. she puts it down, the spoon making an obnoxiously loud clink. you’re sensitive to sound, so you unintentionally wince.

“sorry, y/n/n. i thought you had the day off, no?” she asks, lowering the tv for your sake. you smile at the gesture and go to grab your coat. “i do. i just wanna get breakfast.” “we have stuff here,” alex reminds you and picks up her cereal for emphasis. she’s careful not to drop the spoon this time. laughing to yourself, you shrug into your coat.

“i’ll pass. i wanted to say hi to harry, anyway.” “right, tonight’s the night.” she turns her head towards you and smirks. “you’re shagging his brother.” your eyes go comically wide. “no i’m not! he’s taking me out somewhere,” you defend and button up your coat as fast as you can. it’s time to get out of here.

“i’ll make plans just in case,” alex calls out as you shuffle to the door. “yeah, bye!” you shout back. you planned on asking if she wanted anything, but you were too distracted. oh well.

━ ❆

the café isn’t too crowded when you get there. harry is on register, so he’s probably in a good mood. he eyes you curiously when you step up. you give him a big smile.

“you’re not in today,” he says quietly, pushing up the santa hat he’s wearing. you stifle a laugh. you’re all supposed to dress up festively, but you don’t. your manager made an exception. one of your co workers is watching harry, so he fixes the hat. it’s not done without a long exhale.

“i’m here for coffee,” you explain and glance up at the menu. harry squints at you. “you couldn’t have gone anywhere else?” feigning offense, you put your hand on your chest. “why, you don’t want to see me?” “when you’re supposed to be home resting, no.” he taps a button on the register. “what can i get you?”

“first of all, i have a date later. that won’t be happening,” you tell him smugly. he would try to act annoyed, but he’s honestly happy for you. tom, too. “can i have an iced coffee with liquid sweetener? please?” harry raises an eyebrow. “room for milk?” “sure,” you almost chirp. he can’t help but grin.

“i haven’t seen you this happy the whole time i’ve known you,” he mumbles while punching in your order. your smile fades into a concerned grimace. “is that okay, do you think?” harry looks up at you again. “why wouldn’t it be?” “because, i mean, it’s only one date. it could end up going no where.”

you lean over the counter so you can talk quieter. “what would i be happy about then?” “excuse me?” a woman interrupts your conversation louder than necessary. you’re trying to search harry’s face for an answer, but he doesn’t give you one. “one second, sorry,” he apologizes to the customer. you stand up right again.

“tom wouldn’t do all this if he didn’t feel something,” harry nearly whispers while you get out your money. you read your total befofe he could tell you. you let your hand linger in his when you hand him the cash. “you’ll have more than one night of happiness. you deserve it.”

you’re starting to get a bit emotional, so you pull your hand back. you nod and manage a small smile. “thank you, harry. really.” “you’ll let me know how it goes?” he checks. “tomorrow, yeah. have a good shift.” you give him a finger wave and go off to get your coffee. he waves back.

━ ❆

tom gets a text from harry a few minutes after you leave.

y/n is really special. don’t be a div tonight.

he scoffs at his phone and shuts it off. your smile pops into his mind then. he only got to see it once, but he can’t seem to forget it.

harry is right. you are really special, and he better not mess this up.

━ ❆

you and tom decided on eight for your date. he’s meeting you outside your place because wherever you’re going is in walking distance. you bundle up accordingly in your fluffiest jacket and some earmuffs. you’ve never worn them before, but they’ll be your best friend tonight. they’re also cute. this is the time to be cute.

tom buzzes to let you know he’s there at eight sharp. his punctuality is kind of a surprise. you don’t know much about the real him, but this is rare from what you’ve gathered. you tell him you’re coming and hop out the door.

the thing alex said earlier does cross your mind, and she did leave you the apartment. never mind all of that. you try to think of anything but that before you get outside.

“hey,” tom greets as you walk down the stairs. he grins playfully at your attire. “you look cozy.” “you don’t.” he’s wearing a thin black jacket with a flannel underneath. it’s not ideal for the middle of winter in london. a smug smile pulls at your lips.

“you’re gonna walk in that?” you gesture to his outfit, moving so you’re next to him. he hums. “i’ll let you tease me for it the whole way there.” the two of you start walking side by side. it doesn’t take long for you to fall into step. “the whole way? how far is it?” you raise an eyebrow.

“twenty minutes maybe? it can’t be too bad. we have loads to talk about,” tom says rather suggestively. you look over and he’s smirking. there’s never a dull moment with this man. that’s actually just what you need right now. “true. you start,” you prompt him, your arm brushing against his. “tell me all about you.” he leans closer to you instinctively.

“well, i’m an actor. obviously,” tom shrugs like it’s no big deal, making you laugh quietly. he really likes your laugh. “besides that. like, what do you do when you’re not acting?” you ask, eyes fixed on him. he’s so pretty under the streetlights. all the time, really. “this is so boring, but i love golf. i’m rubbish, though,” he says the second part under his breath.

“and i thought you were good at everything,” you tease, tom faking a frown. “no, but seriously. it’s probably nice to do some regular stuff when you can.” he exhales in a way that seems reflective. “exactly, i like having some separation. what about you?” “what do i do when i’m not acting?” you ask sarcastically. “sure,” he plays along.

you think about it while you turn the corner. tom watches you intently, like you’re about to say something actually interesting. you’re not. “not much anymore.” he’s about to ask what you mean by anymore, but you keep going. “i took a gap year from uni, so i’ve been getting that sorted,” you continue, looking up at the dark sky. this isn’t your favorite discussion.

“makes sense. what are you studying?” also not your favorite discussion. “i’m undecided. i was thinking about psychology, but...” you search for something, anything you can to change the subject. the first thing you see is the first thing you mention. “your ears are bright red right now,” you giggle and point at one. tom presses his hands to them, feeling how cold they are.

“damn, you’re right,” he gives in to your conversation from earlier. without thinking about it, you pull your earmuffs off. you put them around his head instead. they’re pink with white snowflakes on them. tom looks cuter with them than you do, you think. “here. these should make them a normal color.”

“aw, but i don’t want you to be cold,” he protests and goes to take them off. you grab his hand before he can. “i’m not.” grinning, he properly takes your hand in his. your fingers lace together like you’ve held hands a million times. he lets them drop between you two and keeps leading the way to your mystery spot.

you swing your hands back and forth, smiling when you feel his grip tighten. tom pats one of the earmuffs. “i think we’ll both be warm once we get there.” “where exactly is ‘there’?” you laugh out. it was supposed to be a surprise, but you have to know. he points at something straight ahead. you’re still too far to see it.

“yeah, i can’t tell what that is,” you confirm. his reply is a satisfied hum. “good. let me keep you in suspense for at least five more minutes.” “you’re cheeky, aren’t you?” he chuckles and swings your hands again. “i’ve been told.”

you two finally end up at a hot chocolate stand. there are white lights strung in the trees surrounding it, music playing quietly into the night. the atmosphere welcomes and comforts you as soon as you get on line.

“i figured it would be nice to get one of these rather than making them for a change,” tom fills you in. he seems unsure of it now that you’re here, his voice lower than before. harry’s text is replaying in his head. he wants this to be good enough, more than good enough. should he have planned something more? his nerves die down when you squeeze his hand in yours.

this is the perfect low pressure date you’d hoped for. the focus is on each other and not some fancy meal. you were right about the movies not changing tom. “this place is really cute. i like it.” you move up on line together. “and my hot chocolates kind of suck, so yeah. it is.” “no, i bet they’re delicious,” he reassures you with one of his famous eye crinkling grins.

you chat more about your barista skills and all the kitchen disasters harry has had to save you from. the story of the time you made foam explode all over the countertops has him giggling. his laugh is contagious, so you end up joining in. your laughter eventually quiets because it’s your turn to order.

“hi, we’ll have two large hot chocolates?” tom orders for you two. you shoot him a curious look. “large? i’ll never finish.” the sizes here are huge, which is part of their gimmick. it’s also why tom found it interesting. the joke is that the stand itself is small, but they have gigantic drinks.

“leftovers, then.” he winks at you. you’re disappointed you have to let his hand go while he pays. the cashier says your drinks will be ready shortly. tom thanks him and turns back to you. “you probably got in so much trouble, huh?” he asks about your work horror story. you look him over for a few seconds.

you’re shocked how genuinely interested he is in everything you tell him. there are much cooler things he could be talking about, but he wants to hear from you. it makes you feel like there’s something between you two already. like, you’re old friends or soulmates or anything bigger than two strangers on a first date.

even though it’s still early to tell, you definitely have a connection of some kind.

“nope. i’m better at cleaning than i am at making cappuccinos,” you remark, the cashier coming back with two large hot chocolates. tom hands you yours first. he takes his after. “thank you so much,” he tells the man again. “have a nice night,” you add. the two of you take your drinks to a small table under a tree.

you sit across from each other, tom setting the earmuffs down. he pushes them back to you with a smile playing on his lips. “i like those better on you,” you murmur before taking a sip of hot chocolate. “pink’s my color,” he agrees and does the same. it’s so good that you decide to have some more, even though there’s steam coming from the lid.

“maybe i will finish all of this.” “i knew you’d like it.” tom laughs behind his cup. he got all worked up about it for nothing. you’re having one of your best nights in a while, which almost makes you not want to bring up the next topic. it’s sadly inevitable, so you might as well get it out of the way. christmas.

“so, do you have any plans for christmas?” you start, downing another sip. tom puts his drink down and leans back in the chair. “i’m staying over my mum and dad’s. we’ll have our traditional holland celebration.” he smiles to himself just thinking about it. you’re happy he has something to look forward to. you don’t.

“are you doing anything?” there’s the big question. people usually get awkward when you go into detail, which is exactly why you won’t. “actually, no.” his excitement changes to confusion. he furrows his eyebrows and sits up again. “you don’t celebrate?” “i do, just not anymore. not this year, at least.”

tom is extremely curious what this ‘anymore’ is about. it’s the second time you’ve mentioned it.

“i used to love it. my christmas spirit ran out, i guess,” you eleborate, eyes shifting down to the frozen grass. tom almost frowns. it’s not because he pities you. no one likes that. christmas is one of, if not, his favorite times of year. he just wishes the whole world could be happy this holiday season. the lovely girl sitting in front of him, especially.

there has to be something he can do.

“no, you can always get it back,” he says softly, searching for your eyes. “i’ll help you.” you look up at him again and blink back the tears you feel coming. tom must feel so lost right now. he wouldn’t be with context. you’re going to tell him what happened when you’re ready because you do want him to understand. trusting him feels like an instinct.

“how?” your voice comes out even quieter than his. you pick up your drink to distract yourself. “let’s see,” tom thinks aloud. he snaps when he gets an idea. “have you done any decorating?” “my roommate put up a tree. she never did the ornaments, though.” he gasps over dramatically, earning a laugh from you.

“you can’t leave a naked tree sitting around.” “i told her it looked stupid,” you sigh and sip your hot chocolate. tom holds out a hand for you. “we should go to the shops”

it would be easy to say no. it would be easy to go back home and hide under your covers and avoid the missed calls from your family. the catch is, easy isn’t progress. you can’t move past this unless you work to get it done.

you take tom’s hand and stand up from the table.

“we should also get a ride this time.”

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #tom holland fanfiction

[sorenskyhigh]

What about a s/o that moves around in her sleep... Like me. I kick and I somehow end up upside down (my face at the end of the bed)... Kenma, Hinata, Tendou & Bokuto...

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A S/O That Flops Around Like a Fish Out of Water When Sleeping

Featuring Kenma, Hinata, Tendo, and Bokuto

Kozume Kenma

The first time Kenma sleeps in the same bed as you is when you offer to help him study in his senior year

Kuroo is, obviously, gone and busy with uni

You both study until it's dark so Kenma decides to stay there

You are putting your stuff up and getting ready for bed

You turn around and see Kenma already curled up under your blankets

You were going to let him have the bed anyway but he didn't even ask, boyfriend or not

"What are you staring at?" He asked and lightly patted the bed space next to him

You flushed, you knew you were a rowdy sleeper

You didn't want to end up punching or kicking your boyfriend!!!!

"No, I'm going to go sleep on the futon"

"What? Why? I'm not going to do anything, puddin'."

The little nickname he gave you made you weak

How could you say no? His pout was irresistible

"But I move around a lot in my sleep. I don't want to bother you."

"I'll be fine, pudding. Besides, we'll end up sleeping in the same bed someday, right?"

He smiled oh-so-innocently at you as you couldn't help but flush very very red

He patted the area next to him again, this time with more persistence

You slid in next to him saying "If I punch you and knock you out you can't be mad at me"

"I could never really get mad at you, pudding."

You were sleeping face to face holding hands

Not to long after you flopped over on your back, your arm dangling over the bed

Kenma wasn't a light sleeper by any means, but this was his first time sharing such a small space and being around you thus vulnerable

So he forced his eyes open

They burned from being tired

He saw your arm and knew it would go numb dangling like that so he brought it back over, turning you over as well

Then he was jolted awake from one of your legs flying over and resting across his thighs

He chuckled a little

You hadn't been joking when you said you moved alot

Then you practically scared the shit out of him when you pulled him into a bear hug

Kenma now felt very uncomfortable

His face was pressed into your chest and your legs tangled

One of your hands was woven into his now very messy hair

Kenma didn't know what to do

He didn't know where to put his hands that wouldn't be inappropriate

And one of your legs was pressing right against him crotch

You couldn't breathe well either since his mouth and nose were firmly pressed against you

You started rubbing his hair, still sound asleep

You whispered a very adoring Kenma before planting a kiss on the top of his head

He smiled little, still holding back laughter

Kenma started to slowly pull himself away, untangling himself from you

"No~o, Kenma!" You said clinging onto him even tighter

And somehow you were still asleep!!!!!

Kenma couldn't help but let out a small chuckle

He managed to free himself and wrapped his arms around you

One arm over your middle, the other coming up under your head

He planted a kiss on your forehead

You smiled sluggishly and happily slurred "My Kenma"

Thus made Kenma's whole week to say the least

He insisted the next day that you barely moved and that he had no idea what you had been worried about

A bruise on his shin said otherwise

But he hid it well with help from Lev

Shoyo Hinata

Hinata usually would fall asleep at the table while you help him with his homework after school

You would have to bring a single tatami and lay it next to your bed

He knew you were a wild sleeper bc you had accidently slapped him on accident when he'd sleep on a cot on the floor next to your bed

He would always joke that you'll take his eye out one day and he won't be able to see to play volleyball

He's a real good sport about it though

This time, Kageyama was studying with you and Hinata

You had been helping them out for awhile until you guys noticed that it was dark, like 11 at night

So Kageyama was staying over

Hinata said he could share your bed and Kageyama could sleep on the tatami

Kageyama made a joke about how he wanted to get soem sleep that night

Hinata started an argument with Kageyama about how he wouldn't do that and he wanted to wait until you two graduated

You honestly didn't want to hurt Hinata in your sleep, but you didn't have anywhere else for him to sleep and it was really late and both boys lived a good ways away from your house

You positioned the tatami a little further away from the bed than if Hinata were to sleep on it

Hinata likes to feel close to you even if you're smacking the shit out of him

Hinata decided to sleep on the outside bc once you were so active in your sleep you rolled out of bed onto him

Both of you woke up screaming and scared everyone in your house

Hinata quietly promised you he would sleep with his back to you

Kageyama was fast asleep in the middle of your room

Hinata was sleeping peaceful until you threw your arm over and just about took his eye out

He giggled, almost waking Kageyama up

Hinata very lightly poked your side and it caused you to roll over with a slurred sorry

He giggled again and fell back asleep

Hinata deftly throughout the night would tap you to wake you up enough to flip over

He's very understanding and works with you very easily with it

Satori Tendo

Satori always made you feel really safe when you cuddle so you fall asleep on him a lot

Honestly, bc he was so much stronger than you that he would snuggle you and pin you down

Satori would only let you move if you really needed too

He handles it the best on this list

You've never been able to smack him bc he never lets you

You told him about it and he took it in long strides

Get it bc he has long legs nvm

Anyways.......he actually finds it funny

Even endearing

He'll make jokes that you get very handsy

When you blush he'll take the opportunity to kiss you all over your face

Then continue to razz you by saying he likes how you're so forward when you're not in your right mind

Then he gets super flirty and says he'll make you lose it with his voice alone

Satori also completely enrapts you when you guys sleep so you can't move around either

Satori loves this about you actually, he can't even explain why he loves it but he just does

All of the things you think are bad about you, he cherishes and tells you he loves them

He so thinks the sweet things you say about him in your sleep are the best

But, even though he would never admit it to you, some of the things you say scare him

You've said things along the lines of "Can you see its heads, the man in the corner"

One time you said "Hey do you hear that?" And then someone knocked on the door

He whole heartedly believes you get teleported somewhere in your sleep

Koutaro Bokuto

The first time it happened, of course Kou thought you had randomly had gotten mad at him while you were sleeping and slapped him

It was the first time you guys had shared a bed and Kou was trying his best to not make you uncomfortable

He hadn't been able to fall asleep bc he was worried he'd cuddle you in his sleep

But your arm had swung over and domed him

He immediately woke you up and asked you what he had done wrong

You explained to him that you just moved around a lot in your sleep

You had to comfort him for an hour until he calmed down and was reconvinced that you in fact loved him still

He kept that in mind bc you also kicked him square in his juicy ass one time

He cried out so loud you woke up and he tried to stop you from crying and apologizing

Another time you grabbed his face and squished his face against your chest and screamed "I hope you win today, baby" and then proceeded to shove him off the bed

Do you have any idea how much strength you need to push his dummy thicc self off the bed?

He was so shocked that he just stayed there and stared at the ceiling for moment

He then got back into bed, very disturbed, and went back to sleep

Then there's the time you very forcefully grabbed his meaty bicep and licked it

Kou hasn't looked at you the same after that bc you said "Tasty sexy man muscles"

He never told you what you said but he started purposefully flexing just to get you to blush and giggle

Sometimes you flex with him and you both with jokingly flex at each other for like, twenty minutes in the kitchen

You guys do it in public now, too

Also, in his sleep, Bokuto heard you starting to move around so he held out his hand and did it at the exact right time to catch your wrist

He boasts about it all the time

Sorry this took so long, my birth giver decided to stay home for an extra day so I couldn't work on it

@popcorntime-doodles @multifandombrainrot @kneecapstealingalien @jiheonity @weareallhumans123 @smallmangi @canadian-crow @just-jellyfish @immiamarais @i-need-coffee-now-pls @kuroos-world @luminasapphire @silverfire6 @shadowsbutdead @ghostexhibit @simpfornishinoya @goshikisimp @anothershadeofpink @mestayanon @all-around-fandoms31 @myyeetfelloff @itsallgonnabokayihope @g00s3 @boreateo @backalley-astrologer @vaniatslover @lil-mellow-bunbun @strawberrymakki @beelziee @mehreenlol @taiyahhh @sakusasgerm @cr4z3d-cl0wn @detective-shigaraki @brendanfkelley

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[gloomybabygirl]

{angel pt. 1} Poe Dameron x reader

A/N: My very first fic! I’m in the process of an outline for a series but I wanted to get myself warmed up with some drabbles hehe. Pls be gentile, I am a baby writer!

Warnings: language?, mutual pining, shirtless Poe

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You need to sleep in Poe’s quarters when yours floods. Basically a super fluffy little drabble. 

Update: read part 2 here :)

It had already been a long day when you got to the door to your quarters. 

You had been awake for an ungodly amount of time, having spent the last 22 hours in command with General Organa, strategising and planning for the next few missions. You had no problem fighting off fatigue for the greater good of the galaxy though. And you would never dream of telling the General you needed a break. Working for the Resistance was an honor in itself, but working in command to help keep everyone on the front lines safe? You had no idea how you got so lucky to be trusted with such an important position. 

And even luckier to have Poe Dameron, the greatest pilot in the galaxy, as your best friend. 

Okay, so Poe may have been a damn good pilot. You would never tell him that to his face though. Being one of the most charismatic people on base, Poe had made friends with you in your first week working for the Resistance. You hadn’t exactly intended to develop totally unrealistic feelings for him (during a war no less) but how could you not fall for Poe Dameron? When he wasn’t teasing you or making you cry with laughter, he was the sweetest, most caring, passionate man you’d ever met. 

Maybe you were in love with him, whatever. 

In the course of the 22 hours you were working in the Command Center, Poe had brought you food, caf, and BB-8 to keep you going. He had a lot of respect for anyone working in command to keep him and his fellow pilots safe. He’d bring anyone coffee, wouldn’t he? Of course, because Poe is the sweetest. The sweetest man that you could not have feelings for. 

General Organa finally let you go when you had been staring at your data pad for several minutes without retaining any information. BB-8 rolled along side you down the hall, beeping impatiently when you were walking to your quarters too slowly for his liking. When you finally dragged yourself to your door, you could practically taste sleep. Until your door slid open and you felt something cold and wet hit your foot.

Water? Why was there water on your floor? 

Oh, it was no big deal, just that your refresher had flooded and now everything you owned was drenched or floating aimlessly around the room. The sweet idea of sleep drifted away the further you examined the state of this disaster. 

Finally, a maintenance droid came and fixed the leak in your refresher. But that didn’t help the fact that your quarters were unlivable, and there was no way in hell you were taking care of the water issue tonight. BB-8 nudged you, beeping, and forced you to look down at him. 

“He’s probably already asleep. I don’t want to bother him.” 

More insistent beeping and nudging from the little droid.

“Okay! Okay, but if he’s mad we woke him, I’m blaming you.” Happy beeps.

BB-8 was right. You really had no where else to sleep and no one else that would be okay with you sleeping in their quarters. You had slept in Poe’s room before, and he in yours, after a long night of talking or playing Sabacc. Nothing ever happened, in fact there was always one party sleeping on the floor. You hoped Poe wouldn’t be too mad at you waking him up once you explained the situation. You knocked, softly as to not wake him too harshly.

The door swung open, and your heart melted. A very sleepy, disoriented, shirtless Poe was standing in the door looking down at you with his eyes barely open and his dark, curly hair sticking up in all directions. 

“Y/N? What time is it? What are you doing here?” Maker, that groggy, low voice made your knees buckle. 

“I’m so sorry to wake you but my refresher flooded and I have no where to sleep. BB-8 suggested I crash here.”

“Oh shit, yeah of course, come in. Good call BB, we wouldn’t want Y/N to be homeless for the night.”  He wasn’t mad. Thank the Maker. “I’ll just go grab an extra pillow and sleep on the floor. Do you need anything?” He asked. 

“I’m fine, really. And I can sleep on the floor. You were already sleeping comfortably in your bed I’m sure.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, beautiful angels don’t sleep on the floor.” What did he just call you? Poe never talked to you like that. Sure, he flirted, this is Poe Dameron we’re talking about. But you had just assumed that was how he was with everyone. He had probably only said that because the poor man was still half asleep and didn’t know what was coming out of this mouth. He left his quarters to find more bedding, which would probably be stolen from Finn’s room.

While he was gone you realized you didn’t have anything to change into, and you seriously didn’t want to sleep in your work clothes, especially since you had been wearing them for 24 hours. Poe wouldn’t miss one of his shirts, would he? Apparently not, since the flyboy didn’t seem to enjoy wearing them to bed. 

You undressed quickly, in case he came back, and grabbed one of his t-shirts off the floor. It must have been the one he was wearing that day, but you didn’t care in your sleepy state. When you slipped it on, you were immediately greeted by the smell of aftershave, coffee, and leather. Poe. 

You were practically dead on your feet at this point, so you crawled into his bed, not bothering to wait for Poe’s return to start drifting off to sleep. Once under his covers, you were overwhelmed with his scent and with the feeling of happiness and security. You’d never been more comfortable sleeping in Resistance-issued sheets. It wasn’t long before you felt your eyelids closing and felt yourself slowly slipping into a long overdue sleep. In fact, you didn’t hear the door open and close just minutes later, already fast asleep in Poe’s bed. 

“Finn gave me some extra bedding so I’ll be fine on the floor. Well, “gave” is a strong word. I sorta-” He cut himself off when he spotted a sweet angel sleeping in his bed. He laughed to himself, thinking you must really have been tired since he was only gone for a few minutes. Seeing you asleep in his bed made him weak at the knees. 

He made himself a makeshift bed on the floor before looking down and realizing there was too much of his skin exposed for having his best friend in the room. He went to pick up the shirt he had discarded earlier in the night, only to find that it wasn’t there anymore. He was sure he’d thrown it on the floor, just as he did every night. You mumbled something in your sleep, catching his attention. And that was when he saw it.

The angel sleeping in his bed was also wearing his shirt. 

His heart collapsed into a heap on the floor. Of course Poe knew it was silly to be in love with his best friend who obviously didn’t reciprocate those feelings. But damn it if seeing you laying there didn’t make him fall more in love with you. He was suddenly filled with the overpowering urge to kiss you on the forehead. That wasn’t weird, right? And you were asleep, so he could grant himself one kiss...right?

Against his better judgment Poe leaned down over you and gave you a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead. And then on the top of your head. And then on the tip of your nose. 

When he pulled away, two sleepy eyes were looking back at him. His heart stopped. 

You had to go for the nose kiss, didn’t you Dameron?

“Come into bed.” 

What? 

Had you really just asked him to come into bed with you? He watched you wiggle over to the other side, giving him room to slip in beside you, which he did, despite the alarms going off in his head. 

He decided to stay to his side of the bed and keep his hands to himself. He fought every urge to pull you to him and give you more kisses across your beautiful (and did he mention angelic?) face. 

He lay there quietly for a while thinking about anything besides you. He was so hesitant to let his feelings grow for a friend he was so close to. And he definitely knew it was stupid to be in love during a war, when he could go off on a mission one day and not come home. He couldn’t do that to you. What he could do was turn on his side to watch you sleep. That couldn’t hurt. 

Poe thought he imagined it when the angel suddenly moved closer to him in her sleep, nuzzling into the crook in his neck. He had stopped breathing. Maybe he could allow himself to hold you in his arms. That would absolutely become something he would regret in the light of day, but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was Poe Dameron loved you, and wanted to sleep with you in his arms, if only for one night. 

He slowly wrapped his strong arms around your sleeping form, pulling you closer to him and entangling his legs with yours. He dared to give you a few more sweet kisses on the top of your head before allowing himself to fall asleep with you in his arms, thoughts of how wonderful it would be if you loved him too flitting through his head. 

#poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #star wars imagine #poe dameron fic #poe x reader

[101flavoursofweird]

Brenda deserves better.

I’ve talked about some of the other under-appreciated PL ladies like Katia, Janice/Melina and Marina. Now here’s Brenda.

In PL4, Brenda appears in a grand total of two cutscenes (with 0 voiced speaking lines), in a bonus episode and a few credit pictures. At first glance, her character profile doesn’t give us much insight into her personality either. She doesn’t get her own description in the PL4 character section of The World of Professor Layton, just a quick summary in Luke’s Family section. It’s easy to see why people don’t get immediately attached to her.  

There are plenty of other female characters in PL4, even those who aren’t ‘reoccurring characters’, who leave a much bigger impression— Rosa, Emmy, Arianna, Loosha, Marylin, Wren (A lot of my personal favourites!)... Listing them all now, I’m just realising that it’s no wonder Brenda doesn’t stand out! 

We first hear about Brenda when Layton asks Clark how she’s doing. Clark replies dismissively, ‘My wife is fine. She’s away. Family matters.’ Liam O'Brien doesn’t get enough credit for how well he plays Clark. Seriously, as much as he snaps at Luke, if you replay PL4 you can hear the anxiety hidden in Clark’s voice. He then quickly moves on to Luke. Layton says that he hasn’t seen Luke since he was a baby, which would suggest he hasn’t seen Brenda since then either. 

Brenda enjoys travelling, as her character profile indicates, so her absence wouldn’t seem too suspicious at first for Layton. However, it’s the manner in which she left that’s odd. If you talk to Brenda’s NPC friend, Thomas, he’ll discuss Brenda’s departure with Luke. Brenda would usually chat about her travel plans with Thomas, but this time, she left without a word. Thomas wonders if there’s a reason for this. He notes that Brenda always loved family vacations, unless she and Clark were fighting... He could be referring to fights Brenda and Clark have had in the past, or to more recent fights during the spectre attacks. Brenda noticed how Clark was acting like a different person after Evan Barde’s death (something Luke also picks up on), so that might have led to some misunderstandings.  

Luke thinks his mum left because she couldn’t deal with his dad anymore. (Or that Clark had even hidden Brenda away!) But she would never just leave without telling Luke. 

Beth the maid notes that Clark has changed since Brenda left and she’s been hearing noises from the Tritons’ cellar. 

As awful as it would be for anyone to be trapped in a dank cellar for months on end, it must have been especially awful for someone who loves travelling. And in their own house too! Sure, Angela got locked in a hotel room. Yeah, Flora was trapped in a barn. Bill Hawks got taken to Future London for like a week—no one cares. But at least they all got rescued fairly quickly. Much like Angela, Brenda had a hunch about the villain in her town... and she ended up getting imprisoned by Descole.   

When Brenda and Doland escape from the cellar, Brenda’s first concern is Luke and Clark’s safety. Emmy asks if she’s OK, but Brenda doesn’t answer. She’s just shocked to hear that Luke is with the professor. Professor Who? Hershel Layton?! Again, this suggests Layton hasn’t seen Brenda for many years— since Luke was a baby. 

In Layton’s bonus episode with Clark, Layton mentions how Clark and Brenda have always been close. Layton is the one to suggest that the Tritons should come back to London. 

Sadly, we don’t get a conversation between Luke and Brenda, or Clark and Brenda, during PL4.

We do learn that Luke is protective of the bear his mum got him for his birthday. There’s also the heartbreaking bit about Luke calling out to his mum in his sleep while she was missing. But then, we get THIS precious picture from the PL4 credits:

Thankfully, we get more interactions with Brenda during Azran Legacy, and we get more of a feel for her personality. Luke spots his mum in Kensington High Street and wants to say hello to her with Aurora. Brenda is surprised to see Luke, as she thought he was off on a trip with Professor Layton. (She actually calls Layton ‘Hershel’ when she speaks to him!) Brenda is quite happy to let Luke tag along with Layton. Though, she does tell Luke to be on his best behaviour— no reckless rushing around. 

Luke mentions in a dialogue box that he got his blue cap from the fancy hat shop in Misthallery. @laytonerd​​ came up with the idea that Brenda may have bought Luke his classic hat. (In the Layton universe, giving someone a hat is a sign of love*.) And from what we see of Brenda during Azran Legacy... yeah, that sounds about right.

I love how something so simple like the Dress Up Minigame can reveal so much about a character. Brenda is elevated from Loving Mother to Hippie Angel Lady. That quirky part of her personality was already alluded to in her character profile. But now we see that Brenda doesn’t just collect odd souvenirs... She has a very unique style as well. (Her top hat appears to be inspired by Hershel’s top hat—again, adding some weight to their friendship!) Luke thinks her whole outfit is just too much, but Clark thinks she looks stunning and it suits her to a T. This is probably just one outfit amidst a huge wardrobe of wacky outfits. Perfect for Brenda and Clark’s wedding anniversary! Clark states that Brenda’s angel outfit reminds him of when they first started seeing each other... and he doesn’t know what he did to deserve her, making Brenda blush. Luke wants no part in this.

Brenda’s favourite colour is yellow. A colour associated with the sun, flowers, hope, cheerfulness and energy. (Like Emmy!) But it’s also associated with sickness, cowardice and deceit. (Again, relating to Emmy!) I wouldn’t call Brenda a coward, but she was a pawn in Descole’s plan and it probably took some time for her to recover from that. But, from her demeanour, she seems cheerful when she’s in London!

Brenda’s obviously quite close to Doland too. He worries about her when they escape from the cellar. It’s not like he does all the chores around the house! Brenda is the one to cook Luke’s favourite meal (roast lamb) when their family is reunited. Brenda knew when something wasn’t right with Doland while Descole was in disguise. She even refers to him as ‘Our Doland’. Awww!  

We get several conversations between Clark and Layton in PL4, along with a bonus episode, demonstrating their friendship. But I really wish we could’ve seen more of Layton and Brendas’ friendship. Brenda is very relaxed about Luke going with the professor on his trips. (This isn’t surprising as she is a fan of travelling herself.) Brenda is very similar to Layton in how she picks up on other people’s behaviour. Brenda noticed that Doland was acting out of character, and she noticed Clark was being manipulated. She tried to go to the authorities (though, Third Eye Jakes wouldn’t have been much help...) and so, Descole had to take her out of the picture. She, like Layton, posed a real threat to Descole’s plans. Brenda describes Hershel as being very dedicated and hardworking when he was a student, but he’d also disappear for days on random adventures. With Brenda being a traveller herself, that’s another thing she and Hershel have in common! 

To this day, I’m still not 100% sure what Brenda does for a living. In Luke’s Family section in The World of Professor Layton, it’s mentioned that Brenda was ‘also Professor Layton’s classmate’. I’m assuming this means she studied archaeology as well? During AL, she talks about how she’s going to Gressenheller’s Library to do some research for a paper on plate tectonics... I thought that had more to do with geography than archaeology, but who knows? Maybe she does both! So, she might either teach at Gressenheller like Clark and Layton, or she has returned to university to do some studies of her own. She doesn’t seem to work in the same department as Clark, at least. She ‘drops by’ to see how Clark is doing, and to get a look at his department’s cutting-edge technology. 

Brenda, like Professor Sycamore, is partial to the odd pun! She then proceeds to give them a puzzle— ‘Mutual Meeting Place’.

It’s about four friends going to the theatre! ...Four friends. Could that possibly be a reference to Layton, Clark, Brenda and Claire? The girl in the puzzle picture also just happens to have red hair and she’s wearing green! (I just made myself sad.) Unfortunately, Claire doesn’t get so much as unnamed reference when Clark, Brenda and Layton talk at Gressenheller, but it’s easy to imagine Claire was close with them back when they were students. 

I’d like to think Brenda was particularly good friends with Claire. (They may even be a rare ship of mine...) *Who else was obsessed with quirky styles, and bought a hat for someone she loved? Brenda’s top hat in her Dress Up costume looks just like the hat Claire chose for Hershel. Brenda has an interest in new technology— imagine how many hours she spent discussing science with Claire! “You want to be the world’s first time traveller? Sure, go for it!” I find it quite significant that Claire’s death— and the institute explosion— were referenced in PL4. (Chelmey’s bonus episode is so hard to watch!) Had the Tritons already lost touch with Hershel (and Claire) before Claire’s death...? I wish Level 5 had given us more content for the Gressenheller gang. 

I can’t really say Brenda went through any under-appreciated character arcs, like Katia or Janice/Melina. She starts out as Luke’s-loving-mother... and by the end of the prequel games, she’s still Luke’s loving mother, which is fine! By AL, I guess you could say her relationship with Clark is much happier, if they were fighting before? And in the AL bonus episode, she admits she was initially worried about Luke when he wanted to go on adventures with the professor, but she can see has Luke grown up since then. She even helps Luke choose the blue sweater that he wears during the original trilogy games. Brenda and Clark don’t appear during the original trilogy- obviously, as their characters weren’t invented yet. But we could take this as a sign that they’ve accepted Luke’s growing independence and they still trust Hershel immensely! 

There is a picture of the Triton family meeting up with Layton, Flora and the Barde siblings. Luke, Arianna and Tony are looking at a photo, remembering the time they spent together in Misthallery. Brenda is smiling at Flora in the background. Brenda’s clearly happy and, like the Barde siblings, she was able to move on from what happened with the spectre.  

@the-triton-family-blog​ was also a great help for this post!

#professor layton #brenda triton #clark triton #long post #sorry #luke triton #Clark/Brenda #last spectre #spectre's call #PL4 #The character arc is there if you believe! #If Level 5 won't give her a character arc I'll FIND ONE #Arianna Barde #Tony Barde #doland noble #character analysis #This is less an analysis and more like HERE'S EVERYTHING I CAN DISH UP ON BRENDA #I feel like I should go back and re-write everything about Brenda in my long fic #Same as Clark #PL4 has the best characters ok

[princessamericachavez]

Heroes Fjeast Talk ep 105

Ladies and gentleman, welcome to another episode of Sofía Overanalyzes Everything With Shipper Googles. I hope you’ve missed my stupid long-ass metas because I’m about to peak apart that conversation the M9 had with Jester during their Heroes Feast and I’m gonna do it mostly from a Fjorester POV so if that’s not your cup of tea, not even from a purely meta standpoint, I suggest you get off this ride now. Otherwise, please keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times because I’m about to yell, use all caps, bolded letters and a ton of screenshots. 

Ok? Here we gooooo

First of all, when Jester starts talking about The Traveler, Fjord looks so concerned but clearly seems like he doesn’t want to step in while she’s talking about this, like he’s afraid she’ll deflect. That is, until she looks straight at him while saying: 

“I know all of you [looks at him and quickly looks away] are concerned that maybe he’s [looks at him again, holding his gaze] taking advantage or he doesn’t have our best interest.”

And Fjord lets her talk about how important The Traveler is to her and how she still wants him around even if he doesn’t want to be a god. And Fjord insists on why did he want everyone to come here in the first place then, but before Jester can answer Beau brings up the memory-stealing issue with this island.

So Jester admits The Traveler knew. And Fjord. Is. Pissed.

Right up until Jester turns to talk to him again, trying to explain The Traveler’s plan and he’s trying to understand this “unloading of people”

But he’s not happy and you can see clear as day how the dots connect for him, between “getting read of people” and Jester being one of those people, too.

He even nods when she explains the thing about The Traveler wanting to be “not as available” anymore because, for the third time, Jester turns to him in her efforts to explain The Traveler’s actions, looking for support and reassurance. 

“But he sent you here,” he protestes softly 

AND THEN THEY SHARE A LOOK FOR LIKE 3 SILENT HEAVY SECONDS BEFORE SHE SAYS “YEAH” AND HE INSISTS “what if you forgot him?” but seriously that look is so long and charged with silent words i could dieeeeeeeee

“He promised me he would save me... and us, he said all of us.” I love how Jester and Fjord just zero in on each other during group conversations, like you can tell when they are speaking to all of the group and when they just enter this little bubble when it’s just one on one. You can see it here, by the way Jester is telling him she’d be alright and then she’s like !! well all of us, and turns back to the group. 

And then Yasha asks how Jester feels about the Traveler sending people here and she’s so sad. She tries to turn to Fjord as she explains how the Traveler doesn’t always care about how he affects people and Fjord is not happy about that because we know WE KNOW that that is his main concern when it comes to Jester’s well being. Also, the fact that just as he turns to look at her she looks away?? i cry

“To him we are like ants sometimes, you know? We don’t think about the fact when we squish an ant, you know? It doesn’t mean anything to us but the ant is just... really sad.” LOOK AT HOW SHE’S TRYING TO TELL HIM SHE’S SAD

“Or just... dead.” “Or dead.” HE’S SO CONCERNED. JESTER YOURE NO ANT. JESTER THIS COULD GO SO BAD. JESTER. JESTER PLS. 

And there’s this pause that you might miss... where all of the M9 are at a loss for words. They all want to help, you can tell, but they don’t know how to. And when Fjord looks out to them, like he’s expecting someone else to intercede, they are all looking at him... expecting him to helm this conversation, even if he didn’t start it. I love that. I love that the M9 collectively acknowledge the depth of the bond Fjord and Jester share and when it comes to this, they often defer to either of them to help the other. 

“Jester, we all want what’s best for you, of course. Have you talked to him at all about things going back to how they were when you were little? Just being... your best friend.”

But I love that Fjord is really really really really trying not to come off as judgmental or disapproving of the Traveler. Like, we know that he’s not his biggest fan, but Fjord has repeatedly acknowledged how important he is to Jester, so he tries to come up with solutions that involve trusting her belief in him.  

And Jester is so frustrated, getting increasingly upset as she speaks about the Traveler becoming more distance. And I love that, again, when it becomes a little too much and her voice begins to break, she turns to Fjord for support and he gives her the softest nod showing he understands her being upset. “Before he used to be here all the time, you know?”

“You’ve done so much for him and I know he’s done so much for you but trying to make him happy in this, it puts you at risk... it has put you at risk, and us. That doesn’t seem, like you said, the most considerate thing.”

DÑLAKJFÑAL THIS IS THE HEART OF THE MATTER FOR HIM. IT’S HER BEING AT RISK. HE CAN’T TAKE THAT. HE WON’T. 

But also I wanna talk about how Fjord seems to be talking about himself a little bit here? About how much Jester has done for him?? and how, sure, he’s also tried to do things for her and support her but maybe he’s worried that his shit will put her at risk with the whole Uk’otoa thing still lurking around??? LOOK LOOK LOOK I KNOW THIS IS GOING INTO DEEP META TERRITORY BUT I’m just saying, Fjord has a tendency of projecting what he wants to tell to her onto other people (like when he compliments Marion and talks about how lovely she is) so I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that his concerns about her relationship with The Traveler are a reflection of his own worries??

Anyway moving ooon

Conversation deviates to Beau’s offer to kill The Traveler and to whether or not Jester more/as powerful as he is. And, here’s the thing, Jester doesn’t seem very comfortable with either of those premises. First of all, she loves the Traveler, he’s her friend and even if things might be strained right now between them I don’t think she wants him killed anymore than she’d ever want any of the M9 killed. Second, the power thing is not how clerics work? AND implying that power is all Jester’s and wasn’t given by the Traveler —while it might be a comforting thoughts for others and comes from a well meaning place— is again putting too much responsibility on her shoulders and she’s losing that support that she’s already mourning when it comes to the traveler being always there for her. 

I think Fjord sees this, which is why his train of thought goes else where: he doesn’t point out her awesome magic or her powers (though we know based on his conversation with Beau after the reveal that he thinks what she can do is very impressive)... instead he focuses on what makes Jester special that is intrinsic to her, the things that no god can give or take away and what makes him value her so much. 

“And you care, about people you know, about people you don’t know. You cause chaos but in the end you don’t wanna hurt people. You care. In many ways you’re much more than he’ll probably ever be.”

THE WAY HE LOOKS DOWN WHEN HE SAYS THAT LAST PART. LIKE HE’S CONFESSING SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY. LIKE HE’S SHINING LIGHT INTO A SECRET OF HOW HE SEES HER THAT HE’S BEEN HOLDING ON TO FOR SO LONG.

This line destroyed me because i remember that one talks where Travis explained how much Fjord values Jester and how that was heightened after he momentarily lost his sword back in Xhorhas because it made me realize that powers weren’t as important or constant for him as her unwavering support and he realized that was what had true value for him. So him deviating a talk about whether or not she’s powerful to highlight her kindness and how that is what makes her so much better than The Traveler could ever dream of being?? Im fine im fine im fine im fine im fine

also that look full of yearning and love and admiration he gives her after?

TRAVIS PLS

so of course the talk goes on about how cool Jester is and how much the M9 love and admire her and iT’S WHAT SHE DESERVES AND IM SO GLAD THEY SAID IT and then Fjord —bless him— gives us the ultimate golden way to close this with the truth about found family that he struggled to understand for so long as he came to terms with his relationship with himself, power and vulnerability... he says the one thing her constant support and love has taught him:

“And, if you ever want to, there’s life beyond The Traveler. We are here.”

LOOK AT THEM

LOOK AT HER AS SHE THANKS THEM FOR THEIR SUPPORT

LOOK AT THOSE SMILES

BYE BYE BYE BYE

#fjorester #fjord #jester lavorre #critical role #IM A WEEK LATE BUT I HD TO BREAK IT DOWN #BEFORE I GET TO ANALYZE THIS WEEK'S JEWEL OF A CONVERSATION

[imagine-lcorp]

Think About It (One Shot)

Request

fem!Reader and Lena where R is Winn’s older sister and like him, is very intelligent. Yet, unlike him, is more confident and a whole badass person 🤩 lena and r bump into each other when they’re both at the DEO. R and Winn are enthusiastically chatting about some nErDy stuff and while Lena is talking to Supergirl, she catches R in the corner of her eye and is absolutely mesmerized

A/N: I guys, so we are back!! I’m sorry it’s taking a shot ton of time from me to write but i’m trying to get my shit together over here so that’s a work in progress but remember it is my mission to finish your request so pls don’t worry! Now, kudos to the dear anon that sent this one, i hope you like it! love ya guys :)

Lena Luthor x Schott Fem!R//Word Count: 2,008

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The DEO had been relatively quiet during the whole day as there seemed to be nothing that could disrupt the calm that surrounded the whole place. There had been no threats of any kind. All hostile aliens were already on their cells, and the agents had been going about their day without interruption. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to happen, and it almost felt like a well deserved day of rest considering the last threat they had to face. Reign and the Worldkillers had given the world a show to remember and everyone was still trying to go back to some sort of normalicy.

J'onn and Alex had been in the main office, discussing what she needed to know as the soon to be new director of the DEO. Part of the Legion of Superheros was still around, taking care of the last details before returning to their own time. Supergirl was close to the labs, thanking Lena for basically saving everyone's lives with the Harun-El.

It could have been one of the quietest days at the DEO had it not been for the sudden bickering that filled the lobby.

"It is not." Winn's voice echoed through the walls.

"It is." Your voice came almost instantly.

"It's not!" "It is!"

It kept going and going until the voices reached the center of the lobby and everyone turned their heads to see who was causing such a fuss.

"(Y/N), come on! Those are high tech machines, what's not to love about them." It was Winn who kept going about it.

"Look, I totally get it." You said as you walked through the lobby. "You wanna have your fun punching giant monsters in your giant robot? That's great! But they are unpractical."

"They are not. You're creating a line of defense against big alien creatures, fighting fire with fire."

"The thing is they are purely mechanical bodies fighting sentient creatures that obviously have a huge mobility advantage. Why don't you use biological weapons instead and end the job faster?"

"You serious?" Winn stopped in the middle of the lobby. "Bio weapons is the last thing you want to use. Do you wanna endanger the whole population?"

"Alright, alright. I'll give you that." You stopped too and turned to look at your brother. "But it is still unpractical a waste of resources because you cannot fight, guess what?"

"What?" Winn crossed his arms.

You gave him a cheeky smile, like you always did when you were sure you were about to end an argument. "Physics."

Even though you were sure that would end the discussion, it only helped to increase the debate between you two.

Lena, who had walked outside the labs along with Supergirl to find out what was happening, became pretty interested in the discussion you were having. First, because she had never seen Winn fight with anyone like that and second, because she had never seen you before, and once her eyes were on you it was almost impossible to take them off.

"What are they talking about?" She asked Supergirl, imagining her super hearing could help her have a better grasp at the debate.

"Uh, something about giant robots?" Supergirl shrugged and smiled fondly at the scene. She had seen this kind of fight between the Schott siblings, and she knew this was the way you usually showed your affection to each other. "You never really know with those two."

"Who's that?" Lena asked.

"That's (Y/N), Winn's older sister."

"I didn't know Winn had a sister."

"Well, there she is." Supergirl smiled, noticing the way Lena looked at you. "She's great, I hope you get to meet her tonight."

"Tonight?" She raised her eyebrows.

"The Legion of Superheroes is leaving, and Winn along with them. We organized a little farewell party, so she came." Kara turned to see you and your brother still arguing. "You're staying for the party, right?"

"I don't know." Lena shrugged. "There's a lot I still have to do at L-Corp."

"Come on, Miss Luthor. I think you could use a little distraction too after all that has happened."

"I'll think about it." She said as she watched you two.

She could hear a bit more of what you were talking about. It was a really heated argument indeed about giant robots and the impossibility of creating such machines with the current technologies available. She could see, after a minute observing you, that this conversation was now just an excuse for you to annoy your brother. Every time Winn tried to make a valid point to his arguments you came with another equally valid. The fight couldn't seen to find an end, until J'onn came out of his office to talk you down.

"Agent Schott?" He stood in front of you both and Lena watched as you stood watching your brother trip over his words.

"Sir-I m-mean- J'onn!" He said.

"Is everything alright?" J'onn asked with a very paternal frown.

"I'm sorry, yes." You steeped out saving your brother the embarrassment Lena could see on your brother's red face. "My brother and I were just having a little discussion over practical armament. Also, I'm (Y/N) Schott, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir."

Lena watched as you smiled at him confidently, as if you were meeting an old friend instead of your brother's boss, and without noticing she smiled too. Then she saw J'onn take you and your brother to his office and with that you disappeared for a while. Lena imagined they had invited you to the party and the idea of staying a little longer didn't seem too bad.

Meanwhile, once J'onn got you in his office, he spoke with you and your brother about the current DEO situation. You had had an idea of what this visit was all about the moment Winn had invited you to come with him and, as J'onn kept talking, you finally got the whole reason why you were there. To join the DEO.

"Would you consider it at least?" J'onn asked after he stated the final proposition.

"Yes, she will." Winn looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "Right?"

"I'll think about it, sir." It was the only thing you said before leaving J'onn's office.

Once you were out you could sense your brother about to have some words with you, not believing you hadn't say yes right away to the possibility of working for the DEO, when J'onn opened his door again and called your brother for a private conversation and saved you the annoyance.

"We'll talk later." He said to you with a frown before leaving you.

You waved at him with a cheeky smile before he closed the door and you were then alone in the middle of the hallway not really knowing where to go or what to do. You decided to walk back to the lobby, thinking about the position J'onn had offered to you and how it hadn't been much of a surprise.

When Winn had called a few days ago, you could hear in his voice the sort of seriousness and solemnity that was reserved for the great moments and great tragedies. Like when your he had told you your father had escaped from prison or like when he told you he was joining a secret agency. So when he told you he was joining a team of superheroes from the future, you started to think about what it meant for you.

You didn't want to take his place as you knew it could be impossible to replace him but you also knew it was probably the only place were you would be able to check on him constantly and without further trouble. But Winn, being the brother he was, wasn't going to leave you all by yourself. He had probably been the one to suggest you took his place in the agency, first, to have someone as capable as him to assist his friends, second, to finally have all of his family in one place and, third, so you could have someone to rely on once he was gone. It was both a sweet and sad gesture and it made you realize how much you were going to miss him.

Thankfully, your mind found a little distraction while looking for the nearest exit.

The laboratories seemed to be abandoned as everyone else was preparing for the party and you glanced at something quite interesting inside of one of the rooms. You took a look at the hallway and considering you were alone you thought it wouldn't harm to peek a little. Inside, the room was illuminated by the artificial light and in the middle of it there was a work table with some kind of rock on display. At first, it didn't seem like much until you looked at the screens showing its molecular composition. You took the safety glasses that laid around and took a closer look at it.

"It isn't very polite to trespass inside someone else's lab." You barely flinched at the voice behind you and kept looking at the rock.

"Sorry, didn't mean to sneak upon your work but it looked pretty interesting." You took a step back from the table, took the glasses off and turned to see the person behind you.

"That's Harun-el. Krytonian mineral." The rock was instantly forgotten as she walked towards you with crossed arms and a little smile, and you were caught by her green eyes.

"Oh, wow, no wonder why Winn likes it in here." You said looking at her and then cleared your throat. "Uh, what does it do? Found anything about it yet?"

"Considering this is a highly secret agency and this a highly secret investigation, I can't say much, unfortunately." She pretended she didn't hear your first comment.

"Right, right, sorry again." You put the glasses back in the table. "Also, I don't think we have been introduced. I'm (Y/N) Schott."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Lena Luthor." She uncrossed her arms to shake the hand you were offering.

"Are you serious?" You replied with raised eyebrows. "I'm a, uh, big fan, by the way."

"Thank you, (Y/N)." You saw her smile and were grateful she kept talking to you. Lena herself felt her cheeks turn a bit red at your compliment. It was hard to imagine how someone like you could like her.

"So, you are here often? I mean, you work for the DEO?" You asked.

"Yes and no. I assist the DEO in some cases. I do not work for them." She turned to look at the Harun-el. "What about you? You came to work for the agency?"

"No, I guess I just come to say goodbye to my brother. But I haven't decided yet."

"Oh, that's sad." She said looking at you with curiosity. "I might have been open to share some details of my investigation, seeing as you're interested in it."

"If you put it that way, I might also have a very compelling reason to accept the job offer but...I would be more interested in sharing a drink with you, Miss Luthor." You thought for a moment about your words and finished with a little smile. "If you were interested, of course."

"Well, first you have to accept the job, right?" You watched as she walked outside the lab. "And I hope this isn't the last time we talk."

You followed a step behind. "Aren't you staying for the party, Miss Luthor?"

"Maybe not for this one." She stopped for a second to consider it. "But if you have a welcome party, I'll think about it." She turned to smile at you and turned around keeping her pace.

As you watched her go, you decided working for the DEO wasn't such a bad idea. You could check on your brother from time to time, and the job offer wasn't so bad. And of you had the change to work with Lena Luthor, what else could you ask for?

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[kunstellation-one]

strip-tease game with taemin pls!!!

 okay, i didn’t know what to write for this… and then i thought about it. for like. a week. and then i listened to Want as i wrote, and this is what came out of it. anon, if you’d like me to write a sequel to this, like, the reader x taemin in the bedroom? send me another ask ;)

[9:30pm]

It begins with a glass of wine. Taemin is soft and gentle with you, always the exemplar of respectful and a good host. Offstage, there is none of the sin, just the melodic laugh and the kind heart. And when you ask if there’s anything stronger than water in his pantry, he pulls out a lovely, sweet Riesling and pours the both of you a drink.

“Truth or dare,” you tell him, crossing your legs and pulling them to your chest, watching as he relaxes next to you on the couch. “Let’s play.”

“Just that?” he says in a teasing lilt, resting his hand on your knee. He’s not suggesting anything, he would never, but your heart skips a beat anyways.

“If you don’t do the dare, or if you don’t answer the truth, you strip. One article of clothing.” You place your glass on the table and grin at him. His cheeks are already a little flushed; the two of you are already a couple of glasses into the bottle.

He stares at you, face impassive for a moment, and you think he’s about to turn you down, and ask for something less risky– then he laughs. “Okay.”

“You start.” 

“I’ll start off simple.” His hand, still resting on your knee, slides a little up your thigh, and your breath hitches in your throat. “Did you sleep with Minho? You know, that night in Japan?”

That isn’t the first thing you’re expecting him to say, so you splutter on your drink. “Seriously?”

He chuckles. “Did you?”

“I’m not answering that.” You slip your hands out of your hoodie and yank the fabric over your head, tossing it aside and shooting him a defiant glare. “And even if I did, so what?”

“Sounds like you’re guilty.” Taemin’s eyes glitter with amusement, then drop to your shirt riding up your midriff. You swear you hear him swear softly at the sight of your exposed skin, but maybe it’s just wishful thinking, and you tug the hem down to cover your tummy. “…your turn.”

“Truth–”

“Oh?”

“–did you ever have relations with any of your backup dancers?”

He snorts, and shakes his head. “Are all our questions going to be like this?”

“You didn’t answer the question,” you point out slyly. His hand grips your thigh lightly, and he sighs.

“I respectfully decline to answer.” And then he pulls his shirt over his head, and then he’s half-naked on the couch next to you, pale skin smooth and bright  underneath the dim lighting of the setting sun behind his curtains. He’s not shy about it though, doesn’t cover his body with his hands, only leans slightly away from you, but you still feel the heat radiating from his body. 

You suck a breath in between your teeth. He’s undeniably beautiful, and if you didn’t want to test that line between friends and more, you’d reach out to touch him, run your fingers along his delicate veins, feel his pulse on your fingertips.

Taemin stares right back at you, licking his lips absentmindedly. “Okay, let’s spice it up. Dare.”

You finish your glass of wine and set it aside. “Uh-huh?”

He flashes you a devilish grin. “For the rest of the game, you sit in my lap.”

“Seriously? That’s all?” You throw your leg over his and settle atop his thighs, one hand on his shoulders to steady yourself. Then you look up at him, and catch a glimpse of his expression. His lips are parted slightly, as if he’s awed by the sight of you this close to him, and his eyes have lost their glitter and instead flicker with a less innocent light. 

But his voice stays even and light. “That’s all.” He leans forward to place his glass besides yours, and his body curves into yours. You shiver despite the warmth, because he’s still smiling up at you innocently, like this isn’t anything out of the ordinary, like he’s touched you like this before. Which he hasn’t.

“Truth or dare?”

His hands settle on your hips, just holding you fast, nothing more, but you nearly gasp. You swallow the noise and reach up to touch his hair– black again, even though the last time you’d seen him, it had been blonde. He laughs. “Out of ideas?”

“No, I just don’t know whether or not to be risky.” It’s difficult not to stare at him, all the carefully sculpted, flexing muscle beneath you, so you look at your hands instead.

He brushes a lock of stray hair out of your face, still chuckling. “It’s up to you. Although I can’t really afford to avoid doing any risky things if I want to stay dressed, you know?”

“Alright, fine. Dare.”

“Do your worst.”

“Say something to me that you’ve always wanted to say but haven’t.” 

Taemin bites his lip, thinking. “Something I’ve always wanted to say… hm.”

You rest your hands on his shoulders; there’s really nowhere else to put them. “Go on, I’m all ears.”He takes a deep breath, and then he leans in close. His voice is barely, barely audible when he says, “I’ve always wanted to kiss you and see what it’s like.”

You recoil so quickly that you almost slip off his lap, but he holds you tighter, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you forward, closer to him, so that you don’t.

When his eyes meet yours, and they’re dark with some emotion you can’t identify, you know he’s not lying. 

“Okay,” you breathe, not trusting yourself to say anything else, not with the wine coursing through your veins and making you giddy. Or maybe it’s just him that’s making you feel this way. The temptation to lean down and press your lips to him makes your heart race.

Taemin exhales slowly, and his arms tighten around you. “Aren’t you going to say something about what I just said?”

When you don’t respond, too breathless to even try, he sits back with a sigh. His eyes still flicker with flame, though, and you have to look away, back at your hands. “My turn,” he murmurs. “Truth. Have you ever thought about me as more than a friend?”

He’s dipping into dangerous territory, and the both of you know it. Except you are suddenly very afraid to let him into that part of your mind, because all this time you’ve been friends, he’s always been the gentleman, up until this moment, with the buzz of Riesling at the back of your minds, his bare skin against the thin fabric of your clothes, and his confession lingering on your tongue trying to draw yours out.

So, just to spite him, you sit back on his legs, and pull your shirt off,  leaving you in just a lacy black bra and blue cotton skirt.

His hands fall from your body like he’s been burned, but the gasp that escapes him reassures you that it’s not because he’s disgusted, but because he wasn’t expecting that as his answer. Ever the gentleman, he averts his eyes, but his teeth sink into his lip as he does his best not to succumb to his desire to look anyway. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Admirably, his voice remains rather stable, though it wavers on the first syllable. And then he taps your cheek, careful not to look down at the exposed swell of your breasts. “Pick my poison.”

You reach behind you to pick up his glass, which still isn’t empty, and down the rest of his drink, licking the excess from your lips. His eyes follow the movement, and you feel a sudden heady rush. “Truth. What’s stopping you?”

Taemin sucks in a breath. And then he reaches up to cup your face in his hands, and he leans in, like he’s about to kiss you. You feel his fingers tremble against your skin, the thrum of his heartbeat in his palm. 

But he doesn’t kiss you, only whispers, “Nothing,” and then sits back, looking quite satisfied with himself as your cheeks flood with heat. And then he gazes up at you with an impish smirk. “Truth.”

“What now?” you whisper.

“Did you want me to kiss you just now?”

The alternative to answering that is sitting atop him in your lingerie. You glare at him and nod. You don’t give him time to gloat over your answer, though. “Dare.”

“Mm. What are you going to have me do?” His voice is soft, and carries no hint of suggestion, but it’s there in his eyes and breathing, the burn of desire. And if you’re not mistaken, his hardness is pressing into your inner thigh.

You throw all caution to the wind. Nevermind that this is probably a bad idea, blurring the line of your friendship. You just want him, and you want your lips on yours.

“I dare you to touch me.”

“This isn’t a good idea, you know.” He reaches up casually to cradle your face in his hand, thumb brushing your chin, and then your lower lip.

“…when was any of this a good idea?”

He draws you down close to him, until his eyelashes tickle your cheek.

“Are you sober enough to remember this tomorrow?” he asks.

You tremble as his other hand falls to the small of your back to support you. “I drank one glass of wine, Taemin.”

Then he kisses you.

It’s tender, soft. If you didn’t know better, you’d even call it loving. He brushes his lips against yours in the most careful of touches. Then he breaks away from you to look into your eyes and search for any sign of hesitation. 

“Dare,” he murmurs against your lips. “Let’s do that again.”

The second kiss is hungrier. His palms flatten against your skin, crushing you to him, and you respond in turn, tangling your hands in his hair. The wet smack of his lips against yours makes you whine a little, and his hips jerk up into yours in reaction.

Then he groans. “Don’t tempt me.”

Running a hand through your hair, you catch your breath and enjoy the sight before you, the way his chest heaves, how he bites his lip, all because of you. The taste of wine lingers on your tongue, and you want so much more. 

Even as his hands slide up your thighs, you fight to keep your voice even. “Truth. You want to go further than this.”

His fingers hook into the waistband of your skirt. You can’t help the gasp that passes from your lips any more than you can help the ache between your thighs.

“Of course, jagiya,” he chuckles, never tearing his eyes from yours as he pulls the thin fabric down. He kisses the pulse point on your throat, humming as you cling to him. “And will you let me?

“You didn’t say truth or dare.”

And then he lays you across the couch, hands wandering your body to learn it as best he can. “Truth,” he murmurs.

You flash him a grin, and pull the skirt from your body.

And when he kisses you again, he kisses you like he wants to consume you.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i want to make out with someone and like have fun;;;;;; send help

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